Louis: "Why?" He shot you a frown, his hands still playing with the hem of your shirt. Your hands curling around the fabric that hung around Louis chest. Biting down on your swollen bottom lip from his running across your with grace and lust that still filled the air. "You can tell me." He pleaded once again, moving closer so he head softly collided with yours and his fingers slides under your shirt to dip into the dimples. His breathe ridged as it patted your face with every heave and steps to get closer to your body. "I just am." You whispered, in such a trance but something was stopping you from ripping off your clothes and giving everything to him. "Hey, hey." He cooed, removing his hands from your bare back to snake around your waist. "Trust me, there's nothing for you to be insecure about."
Zayn: It was your legs, how the weren't perfectly thin. There was no thigh gap, no smooth skin. Your thighs held muscle and stretch marks, and just the thought of Zayn seeing such a spot that you've hidden away with lounge pants and jeans was - mortifying. His lips hungrily were attached to yours, nibbling on your lips as they got more swollen. His head swiveled from your lips to your neck where he sucked harder, forming bruises. Your toes curled and hands fisted the sheets underneath your squirming body. He lifted your short over your head, unclamping your bra with skill as the moment grew closer. The moment you feared. Your breathing became heavier with lust and fear as he got closer to your jeans. "No, no." Your erratic breathes stopped Zayn in his tracks. "What? Am I hurting you?" The corner of your eyes stung, shaking your head at a worried boy that was in between your legs. "I just don't want you to see." It shocked you when you felt his warm lips caress your torso. "Don't be hiding your body, there's so much beauty."
Niall: "How?" You being insecure about sex just didn't make sense to him. I mean, have you seen yourself. He was surprised you even went on a date with him. He hovered over your body, seconds away from ripping off your shirt, until you abruptly stopped him. With your hand sternly on his chest, whispering "stop." He took your hand from his chest, intertwining his fingers with yours and moving your hands above your head. Giving him more access to move down so your mouths were on centimeters away from touching. "Why?" Cat got your tongue he wanted to joke but he could tell how uncomfortable you were under his body, so close to your - stomach. He detached your hands to caress your cheeks all the way to the start of your these under eight your bra. That's when your eyes went wide. "There's no need to be upset." He whispered, scooting back to take the hem of your shirt and pulling it up easily. Your breathes were becoming hitched underneath his touch as he saw. Scars. He almost laughed, this is what you were insecure about. "So beautiful."
Liam: He stopped abruptly, scrunching his eyebrows and cocking his head to the side. "Really?" He knew you were a virgin, but you just said a few minutes ago that you wanted this, and now your lying under him. Sweat bundling at your hair line and much discomfort in the lower region, practically moaning that you didn't want to do this. His lower lip jutted out in a pout as he got off your waist. Quickly throwing on some sweats and sitting on the edge of the bed. Attacking his hair with his hands, tugging at the ends. "I actually thought..." He dragged it out, chuckling at his stupidity. You sat up from your laying position, uncomfortably covering your nude chest. "Li, I, it's just that, you know, usually in relationships sex is a deal breaker and if I'm not good, I was afraid you'd walk away." Your boyfriend tsked at you from the end of the bed. His mood already changing as he took off his sweats once again. Crawling over to you and making your insecurities disappear.
Harry: "What?" He whispered from behind you. Rubbing your arms awkwardly you bounced on your toes to distract you from bursting into tears at the mere thought of having him see you nude. His boots clicked on the floor as he brought your back into his chest. Pinching your bum a little bit, his green eyes watching your frown turn into a lopsided smirk. Harry's chin dug into your shoulder, pondering on how such a lovely girl could be so uncomfortable with the idea of sex. Being the person you were, he thought you would jump on the thought of sex, but he was proven wrong when you turned him down. Pink and red shades taking over your complexion as you faced the ground, muttering it made you uncomfortable. "You know you can trust me, right?" He reassured. You half heartily before mumbling, "I can barely take a shower without feeling insecure, how am I going to have sex?" His eyes softened, untangling from you. "Because your beautiful and I love you."
