1D + 5SOS preferences

You play "Too Hot" (1D)

Liam: There was a long silence as you and the boys tried to think of a game to play. Strip Poker had gotten boring hours ago, and no one was in the mood for Truth or Dare. Suddenly, Zayn's face lit up. "I've got an idea," he said. Everyone turned to him, catching a glimpse of his cheeky smirk. "Why don't we play Too Hot?" Niall gazed at him skeptically. "But Y/N's the only girl here," he replied. Zayn just chuckled and clapped a hand onto Liam's shoulder, "Exactly." Liam cleared his throat and quickly shook his head. He wasn't much of a kissing guy, especially in front of the boys. "Nope, not happening, sorry," he said. The rest of the boys started to complain, while you sat back with an amused smile. It was only a matter of seconds before the small conversation turned into a shouting match, and you knew you had to break it up somehow. "Alright, guys, calm down! I have a better idea," you said, silencing them. Then you stood up and took Liam's hand in yours and began to lead him away from the group. "Where are you going?" Zayn inquired. "To play the game in private," you replied evenly. Liam let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks, babe," he whispered.

Zayn: You couldn't believe you'd lasted this long. A full two minutes, and neither of you had touched each other yet. As you kept going, you began to worry you'd run out of air. "They're pretty good at this," Liam commented. You smiled into the kiss, pleased with yourself. You could hear Harry scoff. "Not for long," he mumbled, and you could only imagine the smirk on his face. Moments later, you jumped in surprise when you felt a pair of warm hands on your waist. No, they weren't Zayn's. They were Harry's. "Fuck off," you managed to get out. Zayn was too lost in the kiss to realize what was going on, so he couldn't defend you. Your whole body shuddered as Harry's hands glided up and down your back. "S-Stop," you stammered. "Stop what, babe?" Zayn groaned against your lips. Suddenly, he glanced down at Harry and jerked away. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he demanded. Harry chuckled, dropping his hands from your waist. "You stopped, so you lose," he replied with a grin. You couldn't help but smile, too. Now you could do whatever you wanted to Zayn. As Harry started to leave, he leaned over to you and muttered, "You're welcome."

Louis: "Ready...set...go!" Niall said. Louis' lips instantly connected with yours, keeping his movements passionate and steady at first. You couldn't deny that you were enjoying every second of this, but the boys weren't as amused. "It doesn't count if you don't use tongue," Zayn complained. So the two of you did as you were told, which intensified the situation even more. You could feel Louis' hands hovering over your waist, forcing themselves to stay back. "I can't do this anymore," he breathed in frustration. Then he wrapped his arms around your waist, not breaking the kiss. "Sorry, Lou, the game's over," Liam said, chuckling. But neither of you paid attention to him; instead, you continued as if he wasn't even there. "Erm, guys, you can stop now," Liam said. Still ignoring him, you and Louis began to make your way toward the bedroom. You could almost feel the disapproval from Daddy Direction while the rest of the boys laughed. Louis shut the door behind him, but you could still hear the rest of them talking. "No more kissing games for those two, I guess," Harry said.

Niall: You stood up immediately, crossing your arms, "No, no, no!" The fact that the game was even suggested bothered you. Niall gently caught hold of your hand and gave you a pleading look, "Please, babe?" You shook your head firmly, glancing at the rest of the boys who seemed pretty disappointed, too. "You guys are probably horny enough as it is. You don't need to see my tongue down Niall's throat, okay?" you said. Your boyfriend just chuckled and pulled you onto his lap. "Okay, you don't have to play if you don't want to," he said, pressing an affectionate kiss to your neck. You were just about to smile, when you heard Louis' voice, "So you're too scared?" You turned to give him an annoyed look, but he wasn't fazed by it. Instead, his gaze only challenged you. Dared you. You clenched your jaw in anger. "I'm not scared," you said through gritted teeth. Louis flashed you a little half-smile. "Prove it." By now, your anger had taken complete control of you. You crashed your lips onto Niall's, taking him by surprise. A quiet moan escaped his lips, and he grabbed your waist to pull you closer. But you pulled away before he could go any further. "I win," you said simply, giving Louis one last look before strolling out as if nothing had happened.

Harry:"Good luck, mate. You're going to need it," Louis whispered to Harry. You smirked at your boyfriend's nervous expression, knowing it would be nearly impossible for him to win. "Ready?" you questioned. He gave a quick nod, curling his fingers into tight fists by his sides. Without taking another moment's hesitation, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, starting out slow at first. A little teasing couldn't hurt, right? However, you soon realized that you weren't the one in control. A new side of Harry had been exposed, one you'd never seen before. And to make things worse, he held a commanding gaze with you the whole time, practically begging you to touch him. Each passing moment brought you closer and closer to your breaking point. Without even realizing it, your hands wandered over to the hem of his shirt, beginning to slide it up his torso. "Game over!" Niall announced. You pulled away sharply, about to protest, but you stopped yourself. "Damn you, Styles," you muttered. A smug grin crept onto Harry's face as he pulled you closer. "Tonight, you're mine," he growled in your ear.

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A/N

Not mine :(