One Direction Preferences

#84 Blurred Lines song preference: (Ziall)

ZAYN:

"Baby can ya breathe? I got this from Jamaica, it always works for me Dakota to Decatur."

"Just come up to the roof with me." Damn he was persistent. After telling Zayn 'no' damn near twenty times now, he still managed to keep asking you to go up to the rooftop with him. "Why can't we stay here?" You asked hoping he'd give in before you did. "Cos I wanna show you something." His answer made you raise an eyebrow. "Not like that.." He quickly justified. "Just c'mon you're making this harder than it needs to be." He whined. "Ugh, FINE." You pouted as he grabbed hold of your hand and tugged you through the sea of people. Once you'd made it to the rooftop of the penthouse and it was just you two, he sat you down and reached to pull something out of his back pocket. A joint, and a lighter. It wasn't really a big dal seeing as how you'd smoked weed before so in a way you were kind of relieved and excited. "This was it?" You asked in relief. "Yea, I just didn't feel like doing it down there, where everyone would've wanted some." He said as he put the joint to his lips and began lighting it. "Stingy much?" You asked with a chuckle. He answered by pulling your face to his and wrapping his open mouth around yours as he blew the smoke into your mouth. It was a simple shotgun but much more erotic for the simple fact that it was Zayn and mother of god was he attractive. This time it was your turn to take a hit and pass it to him only when you took a direct hit it caught you off guard on how strong it was and you began to cough. "Woah" You said amongst coughing. "You ok?" He said chuckling. "Can you breathe?" He said after you didn't answer the first time. "Yea, I'm good." You finally answered. "Damn, where'd you get this?" You said squinting down at the joint in your hand. "Jamaica." He simply replied, taking another hit off of it and pulling you in again. This time the shot gun progressed into more of a kiss. His large hand sliding into the back of your hair, pinning your face to his as he let the smoke leak into your mouth while he ran the tip of his tongue across the roof of your mouth making you moan into him. "Glad you came up here now?" He smirked, still holding you by your hair. "Mmm-hmm." You replied, leaning back in for another kiss.
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NIALL:

"No more pretending, cuz now you're winning, it's all beginning, I always wanted a good girl."

You didn't know what was up with you and why you'd been acting so different here lately but your friends thought you'd changed for the better whereas your parents nowhere near approved. Honestly you didn't feel like you were really changing just more or less letting down your walls and showing who you really were. But it was times like these, another drunken hook-up mistake that you knew you were going to regret later...or maybe not. At least you were hooking up with Niall, your best friend and not some random stranger. Besides the two of you knew you could trust each other. Niall was a bad boy, in his own band, no real job, the whole nine yards that your parents would absolutely NEVER approve of. "C'mon Ni, use me, I'm all yours tonight." He was still a bit hesitant seeing as how he typically just takes advantage girls, he wasn't sure if he wanted to do that to you as well. "Well...I mean if you're sure.." He stammered. "Yes I'm sure." You confirmed as you tugged your shirt over your head, straddling his lap. His attitude suddenly flipped from careful to assertive as his eyes went hungry. Now that you were flipped on your back he stared down at your body. "What happened to you Y/n?" He asked in between the kisses he was planting down your bare stomach. "What..what do you mean?" You panted, unfastening your bra. "You were always such a good girl." He looked up at you, as he hooked his thumbs in your underwear and tugged them off. "I still am.." You replied with a smirk. "I always wanted a good girl." He said pulling his bottom lip through his teeth as he glanced from your face to your centre. Your head fell back as he ran his fingertips over your bare thighs. He ducked his head in between your thighs, lightly kissing the inside of each leg, until he slowly anchored his hands under each of your knees, lifting them over his shoulders. He pushed you back down as your hips involuntarily bucked up in suspense of his touch. "I'm gonna make you feel so good baby." He whispered as his face dove in.
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