Harry: "Make me." He smirked, crawling the rest of the way up the bed to where you were. You giggled, harry moved up to straddle your waist. Lips already attaching themselves to your neck. Sucking and bitting on the smooth skin, his hands traveling down to the edge of your underwear. "I know you got in in you." He whispered against your neck, the pads of his fingers that rested on your waistband started circling. His hard member against your lower stomach. "Make me baby."
Niall: "Make me!" He yelled. His cheeks were absolutely flushed with anger and his palms were sweating at the amount of stress he had been through during the last couple days. "Babe." You cooed, walking over you him, taking both hands into yours and raising them above his head. He moved his head back slightly, urging you to come forward and stand in between his legs. "Relax." You said in a hushed whisper, this time he didn't argue back with a make me, he only nodded his head. Untangling the laced fingers over his head and embracing you.
Louis: "Make me." He laughed from above you. His things securely around your waist, trapping you to his fingers that danced along your sides. "P-please." You screamed, tugging his hands from your sides, but he was obviously stronger than you, he put more force down so you didn't squirm as much. "Lou, please." Tears were welding in your eyes as the boy above you smirked, continuing to tickle you, completely ignoring your pleads.
Zayn: "Make me." He whispered into your ear, the others around you oblivious to the situation of Zayn hands coming extremely close to your center. "Zayn." You whined, trying to push his hand off your thigh but as soon as you did, he would come back. A part of you wanted to chop his hand off, but the horny, in the mood, part of you wanted to him to continue. But as the thoughts ran across your mind, Zayn leaned over and muttered. "I'll finish at home."
Liam: "Make me." He shot back with a defying smirk. You scoffed, rolling your eyes which only making him smirk wider. "What, you don't like when I talk about-" "Stop." You demanded, covering your ears childishly with your hands. Trying to block out Liam's smooth voice that makes you melt. He chuckled, moving to your side of the couch, removing your hand and pinning it to the cushion. "How much I want to fuck you." He finished.
