One Direction Preferences

192-Nipples

CREDIT TUMBLR

Louis: You smiled, placing your hand to his slowly rising chest. Nail polish bottle in your hand was cold, making you smile even more. It was revenge time. He had pranked you last week by drawing moustache to your sleeping face. Now it was your time, and you couldn’t muffle your giggles. You bite your lip, looking at his sleepy figure when you opened the bottle, taking a small dip to the red color. The brush was near his skin when you lowered your face to concentrate what you were doing. Gently and slowly you started to paint his nipples red. He’s going to regret what he did…You could barely stop your giggles, when you finished his first nipple and moved to another; only thinking his face when he’d woke up. You closed the bottle, hiding it under the pillow, when you closed your eyes, acting like you were on sleep.I can’t wait his reaction. He’s going to kill me but I don’t even care. It’s all worth it.You felt Louis move besides you, waking up to his needy alarm, what filled the room with annoying beeping. He closed the alarm, sitting up next to you, eyes still closed. You smiled to yourself, closing your eyes again, when Louis left the bed, kissing your cheek gently before walking accross the room to open the bathroom door. You waited in the cold bed, smirk on your face...Any minute now...“WHAT THE HELL?” Louis screamed in few minutes, making you muffle your giggles to your pillow. Louis ran out of the bathroom, brown hair in sleepy mess, blue eyes widen with shock. “Y/N! You did this didn’t you!” he screamed, climbing to bed, straddling you. You laughed nodding, before you poked his red, hard nipple. “Oh it’s on,” Louis whispered to your ear, making you shiver, knowing that the war wasn’t over.

Liam: “Sweetheart when are you ready?” he asked impatiently once again, running his hands through his hair frustrated. “I’m there in the minute!” you yelled back from your bedroom, trying to pull your dress on at the same time you put your mascara. “You better be,” Liam answered, making you groan. He doesn’t know how it’s to be a girl. We need to do everything, when they just put their clothes on. “Shoes, shoes, shoes..,” you mumbled, running in a circle, trying to find what you were looking for. “Y/N!” Liam yelled, making you jump again, praying that you’d find your shoes fast enough. “We’ll be late from dinner,” he yelled again, only making you annoyed and clumsy. “Liam I said I’m coming!” you yelled back, trying to stop your frustration tears to fell down your finished makeup. You stood next to the table, leaning on the corner, trying to catch your breath, when Liam walked in on his suite. “You look handsome,” you whined, throwing your hands to your messy hair, “And I can’t even find my shoes.” Liam chuckled, picking your black shoes from the floor. “Is these what you were looking for?” he asked gently, knowing better not to start a fight with you. You were too tired to fight. You nodded thankfully, sliding your feet to the heels. I’m finally ready… “Uhm, sweetheart?” Liam asked awkwardly looking at you with his brown eyes. “Yeah?” you asked, trying to add lip gloss to your dry lips. “As much as I love these,” Liam said smirking, before guiding his hand to your boobs, sliding his hand on the silky material, “I’d love you to put some bra. Your nipples are for me, and only for me.” You looked down, blushed with embarrassment.   How can I forget my bras? How can I forget something so important? You nodded blushing again, when Liam picked up your bras from the floor giving you a soothing kiss, “Now cover those goodies babe, I don’t want boys to see my weak spot.”