One Direction Preferences

63. (MATURE CONTENT) You're Cheating With Another Band Member

Harry: You peer out into the hallway, glancing down the empty way before stepping out of your room. You hurry down the brightly lit hallway, holding your breath as you pass your boyfriend’s hotel room. The guilt starts to rise then, as it usually does but you continue on your way to the room at the end of the hall. You knock once, sliding past the dark figure into the equally dark room. The balcony door is cracked and through the stream of moonlight you can see the smoke rising from his cigarette. “Didn’t think you’d show up” Zayn says, taking a seat back on the balcony while you stay hidden in the shadows; One Direction fans are legit FBI agents in training, you aren’t taking another risk of being caught. “Thought you said you were done with doing this to Harry” he adds, putting his cigarette before joining you in the bedroom. You lean back against the dresser, stomach dropping at your boyfriends name because you should stop doing this to him; you should be faithful but here you are, in Zayn’s room. He steps into you then, his lean body fitting against yours and you sigh as he presses his lips to yours. You turn your head, his lips meeting your cheek and he sighs. “If you feel so guilty, then why do you do this?” he asks, pulling your nightgown over your head to let his eyes wash over your bare body. “I don’t know” you say softly, but that’s also a lie. You love Harry but Zayn; he’s different. He knows the difference between fucking and making love. He knows how to make you feel wanted, hot. His lips trail across your cheek as he pushes you back against the dresser top, his own fingers pushing his shorts down to his ankles. You tilt backwards as he lifts your legs against his hips, his silhouette dangerously enchanting in the moonlight. He thrusts into you slowly, leaning his forehead against yours as his warm breath puffs against your lips. You can smell the tobacco on his breath and the beer from earlier but it only eggs you on. You tighten your hold on his hair as he moves against you slowly, rolling his hips harshly until you’re gasping only his name. Your stomach clenches as you climax, watching as his eyes roll upwards and his hips jerk roughly before he pulls out and cums against your thigh. He cleans you up afterwards, watching as you slip from his room but knows you’ll return; you always do.

Liam: “This is wrong” you tell yourself, tilting your head as Niall rains hot kisses down your neck. “So wrong” you say out loud, sighing when Niall tugs your panties down your thighs. “You always say that” he mumbles against your stomach, dropping to his knees to pay special attention to the tattoo on your hip. “It makes me feel like at least I tried to push you away” you remind him, glancing down at him as he looks up at you. He grins, nipping at the black ink before standing slowly. He drops his pants to the ground before pushing you up the wall until you’re wrapping your legs around his waist. This is when you start to really hate yourself  because this is when you know you can’t stop. Any time before this moment, before wrapping your legs around Niall, you could stop; maybe. But now, now you’re too far gone and there’s no hope for you or your body. Your heart is with Liam, always has been and always will be, but your body is another story. In bed, your body is Liam’s. Anywhere else, it’s Niall’s. Niall doesn’t treat you like a doll, he doesn’t act like you’ll break if he fucks you too hard and that excites you. The thrill of being shoved against a wall with your dress pushed up under your breasts makes your toes curl and while Liam is up for experimentation, it’s usually only ever in the bed. So, here you are; pressed against a wall in a dark dressing room, arching as Niall thrusts up into your roughly. He knows how you like it when you’re with him and he’s more than happy to oblige. There are no feelings involved when you fuck Niall, it’s all about the act. He pushes harder, tilting his thrusts upward until he finds the soft spot inside you that has you gasping. Your toes curl as the resistance inside you snaps and you fall apart against him. He clenches his eyes shut, mouth parted open as he thrust against you almost violently as he comes into the condom he managed to roll on before fucking you. Afterwards, you lean against the shower wall after scrubbing yourself clean and you continue to hate yourself.