One direction imagines and prefrences

Hogger

Liam: He hogs your side of the bed almost pushing you off the edge. He wouldn't even know it as he is sound asleep, dreaming about who knows what when he mumbles a couple words and you are sure you heard your name in between. He'll roll onto his back, trespassing the invisible line you both have agreed to to keep the other away (though he's way past it). His arm hitting your chest and his long legs stretched so that they fall on top of yours. And then he starts snoring and sighing, giving you the indication that he's comfortable once again. The pout on his face with the small creases forming on his forehead because his eyes knit are too angelic to nudge him awake. So instead, you gently grab his arm and locate it behind your head with his legs still sprawled over yours. Liam instantly and in instinct, draws you closer in a cuddle-like, spooning position. With his arm now relocated underneath the nape of your neck, he weaves your limbs together. Both of you now in the middle, sharing all the bed for yourselves. "You almost fell," he mumbles - joking - a small smirk drawn over his lips as he knows he had invaded your side again.

Zayn: His eyes are fixated on this screen, with a single control in his hand - that by the way, were resting on top of your head since he's sitting on the couch and you're squeezed in between his legs on the carpeted floor of the living room. "Is it my turn yet?" You wailed after he died once again, the words WASTED plastered across the screen in red. He had being doing it on purpose, too. Taking his time driving around and obeying every traffic law even after you reminded him that it was Grand Theft Auto and he didn't have to wait until the red turned green or how it was okay to ignore stop signs. Zayn liked to bug every single hair since you were so into video games just like he was and he loved that about you. "Zaaaayn," you dragged out even more, standing from your spot and sitting beside him, nudging his shoulder with yours. "What?" He scoffed acting oblivious to hogging your console, looking directly at the brightly lit screen and smirking all the while - and of course, waiting until the pedestrians crossed the street.

Niall: Woken up by the sudden chill of goosebumps, you tried tugging on your side of the comforter. Key word: tried. Rubbing the sleep off your eyes, you prop on your elbows to see Niall rolled up like a cocoon, warm and fluffy, snores escaping from his parted mouth with a bit of rainfall (drool) coming down from one side. The moonlight seeping through the crack of the blinds shine down on his face features softly and ignite every curve. He's tugged in, holding some of the soft fabric up so it stops just below his chin. But choosing your desire for warmth over his adorable state, you tugged on the sheets harshly shaking Niall awake. "What?" He jolted up, panic in his eye as he looked around the room for any signs of danger. "Nothing. You took all the blanket and I got cold," you reply as he unwraps himself and holds it up for you to snuggle into him. His body heat already very inviting to your cold skin. "You looked like a cute sleepy marshmallow, by the way. So cute," you giggle. "Well, not cute enough since you woke me up," he sassed.

Harry: He doesn't want to admit it but he hogs you. And he doesn't want to come off as clingy but he is, and everybody knows it. The good clingy and not overbearing though. He hogs you from other people that he almost doesn't let you have a life outside your relationship - unless you go together then yeah, it's fine. And it's not unhealthy like it comes off to be because he knows better. He has so much love and respect for women and he knows they're not objects for people to claim. He gives you space and sure, you have days all to yourself just like he needs days to just think, but darn, he just loves you around. Encouraging you to cancel plans so you can go for a coffee run, stay in to play Scrabble, bake cookies, have him blissfully pounding into you while in bed. Anything that comes to his mind that involves two and will mostly likely to be with you, he takes. Friends and family should dislike him for it, but he's so dorky, charming and so in love with you so they let slide.

Louis: A hogger in bed. In other words, he was always in control, dominant - whereas you were submissive. Giving in to every order and command he gave because it felt oh so good. So good to have him in you and have your legs wrapped around his waist so that your heel dug into his lower back to push his cock further into you. Your nails will dig into his back, forming indents and red bumps that stung the morning after. He'll rock his hips with yours, moving rhythmically with his breathing deep and even, a gentle snuffling of air through his nose, but picking up gradually as he neared to the edge of his climax. And when he was close, so close, his pace would quicken, muscles would contract and his fingers dug in your hair to pull your head back as he exploded in pure euphoria. And after he released into you, he'll continue his action until you felt just as good as he, even if it meant cuming twice. He didn't mind.