Harry: Your hands found Harry’s hair, losing themselves in the dark locks as his mouth sucked on the tender skin of your neck, sure to leave a small red mark there in the morning. He moved lower, his lips pulling at your breasts, giving each one a moment of attention before he descended to your stomach, his hands gripping your sides as you writhed beneath him, urging him on with each time his lips broke from you. Slowly he would work his way down your body until he was just where you ached for him, leaving a trail of love bites that traced a path of his affection and desire for your body.
Louis: “Mine.” Louis lips curved against you, smacking his lips and chuckling as he pulled away. You shook your head, sensations coursing through your body as he continued to suck at various parts of your skin, knowing that the markings would turn from a light pink to a deep purple as he continued, becoming harsher, more aggressive with each one. One thing he always was sure to do, remind you that as he tattooed you with the pressure of his lips, that you were his. “Mine.”
Niall: There was always one. He kept it in a place that couldn’t be seen on the average day. Still, he knew it was there, his fingers tugging a little at the waistband of your pants as you laid in bed at the end of the night. He would smile, his mouth descending onto your hip where the small mark was fading away. He’d always watch until the end of the week until there was a small red line left of the love bite before replacing it with a completely new on, his lips leaving a mark on you that told you that he was always there.
Liam: “What are you doing?” Liam asked, his hands giving your hips a squeeze as he watched you, blending your makeup into your skin. “My boss will probably kill me if he sees my neck looking like it did.” You replied, referring to the trail of purple hickeys that stained your neck from the previous night. Liam cocked a brow, turning you around, your neck wrapped his his hands and his lips on yours in an instant. In seconds he had you lifted onto the bathroom counter, his lips curving at the clean base of your neck, leaving yet another mark for you to cover up.
Zayn: You stood in front of the mirror, flashbacks of the previous night running through your mind. Your chest rose and fell slowly as you thought of his lips on your skin, kissing and sucking in the most sensual way possible. You ran your fingers over your neck, your hips, and your thighs, small red marks coating your skin. Here was there even when he wasn’t in the days after he would leave, the print of his lips still on your skin to remind you of your love and that he was here.
