One Direction Preferences

#44: You turn him on in front of the other boys

Niall: His eyes are shut, head lightly tilted down, fingers tightening over the spoon he’s holding as your hand glided up his leg passing his knee then dances around his inner thigh. Blue in his eyes becomes darker as he looks up at you, gaze filled with need but also containing a bit of annoyance; it’s fine restaurant and the boys are sitting right in front of him. His fingers encircle around your wrist shoving it off his crotch as he leans in, hot lips making contact with your ear, voice slow. ”We’ll have to save this for tonight.”

Zayn: Not being able to contain it for much longer, quiet moan escapes his lips making his head roll back hitting the softness of movie seat behind him. Your hand continues its actions moving around his crotch and he does nothing to stop it even though he knows that four other boys are sitting right next to him. Loud sigh escapes Liam’s lips as gives you an annoyed look.” Will you stop this already? We’re trying to watch.”

Louis: What started out just as a regular movie night with the boys turns out in something more, at least for you and him. Your fingers dance around his inner thigh slowly making its way up then brushing over the place he needs you the most. It’s pitch black in the room and you’re sitting far from four of his friends which don’t really seem to pay attention to anything but the movie. Quiet moan escaping his lips makes four curious heads turn around, questionable looks set on their faces. Blush creeps over your face as your boyfriends uses no effort to lower his voice. “Seems that we’ll have to save this for later.”

Liam: Your front press to his chest, lips leaving kisses all over his neck as you firmly pres your crotch against his making his arm seek for support on kitchen counter. Throaty moan leaves his lips as your hips continued its actions against his crotch. You don’t even notice when four boys enter the room making you instantly pull back, shade of red hitting Liam’s face as Louis starts speaking. ”Get a room!”

Harry: Sweat gathers at little droplets on his forehead, his head tilted down and eyes tightly squeezed, fingers tightening around the ends of white tablecloth of the restaurant’s table as he tries to prevent that moan from escaping. Seeing the reaction you are receiving, your hand starts doing harder actions around the place for which you know he needs you. Green eyes seem darker as he manages to look at you after making sure that nobody’s staring, pink lips meeting your ear. ”You know I’m going to punish you for this?”