*DON'T LOOK*
Niall:
You and Niall had been lazily making out and touching each other all night. You had both just come back from a night out with friends, so there was still a fair amount of alcohol in both of your systems. Niall had you pinned up against the counter top, his tongue dancing along yours with your hands tangled up in his hair. His hands teased at the hem of your dress, pulling it up higher and higher. His hands finally made their way to the fabric of your panties, already wet from how hot he was getting you. "Wonder what caused that." he said with a wink, before sliding them off of you, and lifting you onto the counter in one swift movement. He yanked your dress off of your torso, revealing your body for only his eyes to see. "God, so beautiful princess." He began leaving at trail of wet kisses down your body, as his phone buzzed on the counter near you. "Who ever this is, I'll call you in the morning." He slammed the phone back down, returning his lips to your body.
Louis:
"How much do you want me?" He whispered, his hot breathe rolling down your spine, causing the goosebumps to rise on your half naked skin. He brought his hand down to the seam of your underwear, rubbing and teasing the area you needed him most. "No need for an answer, I can tell already." He ran his tongue along your bottom lip, begging for entry. His hand still rubbing circles on your crotch, making you moan into his breath. He slipped a finger beneath the material, and just as he had done so, his phone began to ring. "Fuck," he leaned over and picked up the phone, answering the phone angrily. "I'm a little busy Zayn, can you come over some other time?" Before waiting for an answer he hung up the phone and threw it, making his way back to where you where. "Now where were we?"
Liam:
Liam's mouth travelled down your body hungrily, sucking and teasing every bit of skin he could get his mouth on. His hands were slowly massaging your breasts, causing a few breathless moans to slip past your lips. You turn him so he's now on his back, giving you the chance to pleasure him. You buckle his belt and unzip his jeans, sliding them down his thighs and past his knees. You tease him through the thin fabric of his boxers as he let a few profanities slip. Hid phone started to vibrate on the bedside table, to which he politely answered. But you didn't stop there. You kept teasing him by slowly blowing hot air on his tip through the boxers, getting a few breathy moans in return. He hung up and threw his phone to the side, staring down at you. "You missy, are going to pay for that teasing." He growled in your ear before turning you on your back, punishing you for what you've done.
Zayn:
You were lying on Zayn's body, his hands playing with the few stray stands of hair that fell near his face. The whole evening had been spent in bed like this, in which the both of you had been too comfy to move out of bed. You placed your lips on top of his, his hands never left your hair. The kiss led to touching, and the touching led to clothes scattered over the bedroom floor. He hovered above, his left elbow balancing him and his right hand positioned him at your entrance. His lips found yours again as he started to thrust into you. Each thrust got harder and deeper, giving you an amount of pleasure that had never been reached before. Your moans got louder and groans got higher. Just as you were about to reach your high, Zayn's phone rang. "Ignore it.." You groaned. He did as he was told, that was until it rang again. He grabbed the phone and threw it across the room, finishing you off in the process.
Harry:
He had you pinned against the wall, his lips travelling down your neck leaving a trail of wet kisses and sloppy hickeys. He had your hands around his neck, and your legs around his waist. He carried you off of the couch and up into the bedroom where he lied you down on the bed and slid off his shirt. His lips came into contact with yours again, as you undid his jeans. He slid your dress off of your body and hovered over you. His lips explored you once more, leaving fresh marks along your chest and stomach, His phone buzzed in his pocket, causing you two to jump apart. "What?" He spat bitterly to the phone. He carried on the conversation, obviously not being able to get out of it. You had no choice but to redress yourself and make something to eat.
