One direction preferences and imagines

#9 wet dreams

Zayn: "Fuck yes baby, yeah, just like that, keep going" Zayn moaned in his sleep, making you stir up. You sleepily wiped your eyes before looking beside you and seeing a vulnerable Zayn laying beside you. "Zayn?" you mumbled, but then you noticed what was going on. Zayn was kicking off the sheets and a few moans left his lips again, and honestly, he was turning you on. "(Y/N), babe, fuck don’t be a tease… You’ve been such a bad girl…" he murmured again and you bend over, "yes I was Zayn, what are you going to do about it?" you whisper into his ear. You crept closer to him and started grinding yourself down on him, creating friction. Zayn’s eyes fluttered open and he chuckled. "See, this is why I fucking love you, babe… Always so good for me…" he said before reaching over to lift off your shirt…

Niall: Niall was laying on the bed, a sexy smirk on his lips. Your hands trailed down his stomach as you bounced up and down, not being able to control yourself anymore, you cried out his name. In the real world, it was already dark outside and Niall was peacefully sleeping, that is until your desperate whimpers and cries woke him up. When he saw you with your hands between your legs, he knew what was happening. It was rare for you to have a wet dream, usually it was Niall himself who was having one. Niall decided to interrupt your dream like you always did and make it reality; “(Y/N), wake up princess, I don’t want to eat you out while you’re sleeping, so you better open those pretty eyes of yours.” he whispered and before you knew it, his mouth was at your clit, violently sucking the skin. You started pushing him closer and whimpered his name. “Glad that you’re awake babe, now your ‘dream’ can finally continue again…”

Liam: You looked up from your book when you felt Liam place his arm around your waist, his snores turning into soft muttering, something you never understood. You just nodded and continued reading your book but not long later, you feel something poking your thigh. You put your book away and turn on the light, looking behind you to see Liam with quite a bulge in his boxers, making you giggle. You poked Liam’s side, making him moan, which made you laugh even harder. Your laughter woke Liam up with a loud groan. “(Y/N), why are you- goddamn.” You wiped away some tears from your eyes as you pointed down to his boxers. “You- you… Liam did you just… O my god, I can’t, I just can’t…” Liam’s cheeks turned pink which made you aw. “Oh Liam, it’s okay, I have it too sometimes… In fact, let me help you out with that…” you smirk before crawling down, taking his boxers down with you.

Louis: "Louis, fuck. Anyone could hear us, but you…" you moaned as Louis ate you out, your body pressed up against the bathroom stall. Louis was punishing you for teasing him at the dinning table, but he just couldn’t wait till you got home, no, he had to have his way with you now, making you pay. His tongue swirled up and down, and you bit your lip to prevent yourself from screaming out his name because yes, he was that good. "(Y/N), wake up… Fuck, you’re making me hard and I need you to wake up, it’s your fault so c’mon." Louis poked your side, wait, Louis poked your side? Weren’t you just… Of course. It was a fucking dream. You opened your eyes to see a hot Louis hanging above you, naked. He smirked before straddling you, and you moaned feeling your crotches pressed together. "You and your little dreams, babe, always teasing me so goddamn much…" Louis said before entering you, both of your desires being fulfilled.

Harry: "Harry, stop tickling me, it’s not funny." you groan, keeping your eyes shut, not wanting to wake up from your much needed sleep. Harry wouldn’t stop poking your ass, and it wasn’t funny. "Harry, for god’s sake get your hands off me." you demanded and again tried to sleep again, thinking Harry would obey but he just kept poking you. "Harry I said keep your fucking goddamn hands off me you bastard, don’t you- oh." you scream until you notice the obvious tent in his sweatpants. You notice his soft whimpers and see his hands knotted into the sheets as an evil plan forms in your mind. "Oh yes Harry, that’s it, keep going." you fake a moan as you go and straddle him. You bounce up and down, pretending to ride him and groan now and then. His green eyes finally open and his hands immediately lock themselves on your waist. "(Y/N)" Harry moans, and that’s your cue. You roll off him and pull the sheets over yourself. "Goodnight Harry, and if you fucking ruin my sleep again, you better hope you still have your dick in the morning." you snap making Harry stop complaining and freeze in his position, not daring to talk anymore.