One Direction Preferences

Faster- Matt Nathanson

Harry: You're so delicious! You're so soft, sweet on the tip of my tongue. You taste like, sunlight... and strawberry bubble gum.

Harry groans head turning to look at you. You smile, flipping the hair over your shoulder. "C'mere," He murmurs. His slender finger points you out, accusing you of the dirtiest things. He motions for you to come forth, and obediently you do. You drop down to your knees right in front of him as he sits on the couch. His hands threads through your pretty hair, tugging on the smooth locks softly. He presses your foreheads together, your tongue darts out tracing over Harry's lip. Taking Harry by surprise, he lets you do as you please. You hum, cupping the back of his neck while crawling into the boy's lap. Pressing your lips together firmly, you surely spread your bubble gum lip gloss to his puffy lips. "My God.. you're perfect." He grunts, hands encircling around your waist.

Liam: You bite my lip, you spike my blood.

Liam's dark, hooded eyes watch you from the across the room. You're just talking, innocent as ever. It's not even with a single man who would be eyeing you up. In fact, it's just Zayn. But Liam can't help but feel completely obligated to you. Like it's not even fair for you to talk to Zayn, because he can't talk to any other girls. He just can't do it without thinking of you and being totally distracted. Liam's blood is boiling, firing and popping under his skin as he watches you two. You giggle and nod, patting Zayn's hand in reassurance before making your way to Liam. You smile, fluttering your eyelashes. You hand drags up his clothed chest. "What's got you so fired up?" You purr, teeth tugging at Liam's lower lip. He melts into your touch, shrugging. "N-Nothing.. it was nothing." He lies, pressing you closer.

Louis: Only you own, you rattle my bones. You turn me over and over, till' I can't control myself.

Straddling Louis' waist, your little palms are pressed flushly against his chest. You growl down at him, shaking your head slightly. Louis whimpers, crystal eyes boring up into your own. "Louis, Louis, Louis," You tsk, sighing under your breath at how pathetic he was tonight. He bites down into his tongue, chest rising and falling rapidly under your touch. "Why were you all over her tonight?" You hum, long nails scratching harshly down his chest. He gives a choked response. This annoys you, you pinch at the skin just above his boxers. "What was that?" Your eyes narrow to slits. "I'm sorry.. Y/N, I'm s-sorry.." He stutters, louder than before. "And why are you sorry?" You question again, sucking on his neck. "B-Because I didn't realize what a perfect girl I have right in front of me." He answers. You tip your head back and laugh. "Damn right."

Niall: Make me a liar, yeah, one big disaster. You make my heart beat.

Walking into Liam's flat, Niall takes a deep breath. "Hi mates," He smiles. Plopping down onto the arm chair, he looks at the screen, the game their playing. All the boys look up at him, eyebrows arched. "What do you mean, hey mates-- you're two hours late. We missed our chance to go bowling!" Harry whines, arms crossed over his chest. Niall gives a sheepish shrug, lips pursing. "Sorry.. I uh.. got caught up, with um.. Y/N. She dragged me to the mall with her." He lies, rubbing the back of his scarlet colored neck. Honestly, you'd made Niall purposely late. Teasing him, taunting him, just till he gave in and begged you for pleasure. He clears his throat. Zayn's lips curl into a smirk. "Oh.. caught up with Y/N, eh?" He rephrases. Niall frowns shaking his head at Zayn's suggestive tone. "No! No! Not like that!" He shrieks, throwing a wadded up napkin in Zayn's direction. Louis seems to catch on, pointing out a rather large love bite. "Oh, how'd you get one of those on your neck mate?" He jokes. Niall buries his face in his hands, groaning. What a disaster lying turned out to be.

Zayn: It's the way you smile, baby.. When you've got me on my knees.

"I'm done. Done. You're nothing but a self-fish little brat!" You shout. Your temper had long broke the scale, and Zayn had been testing you all week. Done with the constant bickering and fighting that's been going on, you stomp upstairs in a flurry. Packing shirts, pants, shoes, and a few others things into your suitcase. You zip it up, huffing under your breath as you make your way downstairs once again. Zayn's eyes have filled with hot, stinging tears. "No. Y/N you can't go. You cant just leave me. It's not fair." He sobs, watching as you make your way towards the front door. He drops to his knees, gripping at your sweats. "Please. I'll do anything. Don't leave me. I can't... I can't be alone. I can't do anything on my own. I can't do anything without you. Please don't make me learn to." He cries. You smile, shaking your head fondly. "Are you gonna man up and do the damn dishes?" You ask. He nods frantically, getting to his feet. Pressing a kiss to your cheek, he rushes to the kitchen to fulfill your request.

Josh: You make my heart, beat, faster.

Josh pants, drawing light circles on your bare spine. You frown, Josh's heart rate never seemed to decrease even after the intimacy you both just experienced. 'Why... why is your beating so fast like that?" You asks curiously, your warm finger pad tracing over where his heart would be. He hums at that, eyes closing for a second as if he's thinking up an answer. "Why?" He repeats, looking up at the ceiling. You nod, resting your head against the spot, listening to the fast beat. He chuckles, sweeping your hair to the side. "You." He answers bluntly. You snort, rolling your eyes. "Hey, let me explain." He mumbles. "Like.. I don't really know how to explain it. You just.. you make me crazy. You make me happy, and stupid and excited. When I see you it beats faster, and when you smile it beat faster and after we just made love, it's the fastest it ever gets. I love you." He shrugs, "You're the first girl that's ever made me feel like this. I like it though, it's like a rush." He adds. You giggle, glowing pink face pressing into his chest. "Cheese ball." You mutter.

Hi everyone! I have no excuse other than I get distracted easily and I'm lazy. But I really like this preference oh my. I like writing these, comment what you think. Do you like the slightly dirty ones I write or the more cutesy, fluffy things? On your request I will write more for either side. I want YOU, to vote. Dirty or Fluffy? Let me know, and if you have a request I'd be happy to fulfill it. Thank you all for reading and voting. Really means a lot beauties. -Haley c: