One Directon Preferences

You're a virgin

Liam: "Don’t be so embarrassed, Love." He whispered, drawing a careful finger over your cheek to turn your face back to him. You stared back sheepishly, the colour of your cheeks reddening under his gaze. "It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I think it’s actually a good thing." You gave him a skeptical glance, urging him to go further. "It takes a lot for a beautiful woman like you to keep yourself pure for so long." You smiled lowly at him as he stared back at you. "And if anyday you want me to do something about it, I’m here." He smirked, leaning in and kissing you passionately, your back slowly being lowered to the couch. "Liam," You mumbled and he grumbled into your lips, before pulling away and looking at you. "Do something about it."

Zayn: ”I know.” He stated simply, not really seeming bothered by it at all. “H-How?” You asked quietly, not exactly knowing where this was going. “Well,” He started, feeling his chin as he thought. “Whenever we’re kissing or anything, there’s always a point where you stop me. I don’t mind of course, but it’s just a big hint.” He smirked, kissing your temple as you silently nodded. “But it’s not bad. I mean there are some things that I have to do for myself because you’re so damn hot, but it’s nothing to worry about, Love.” You flushed at his vulgar words but tried to keep your calm as he smiled at you. “Do you want to, uh.. emmm..” You trailed off nervously, now starting to thrash your hand around as if it would help you to find your lost words. “Change this for me?” You finally blurted out, looking up carefully at him. “You want me to?” He asked quietly, eyebrows raised as you nodded. “It would be an absolute, fucking honour.” He laughed, scooping you up and running you to his room.

Louis: ”Well, whenever it is that you’re ready, you tell me.” He smiled, content with holding you in the dark, not needing anymore contact than your body near him. “Thank you for being so understanding.” You whispered, running a finger down the line of his jaw, pressing a few gentle kisses. “Of course.” He smiled. “And when the time comes,” He continued. “I’m gonna take such good care of you. And I’ll go as slowly or as quickly as you want.” He smiled, satisfied with his answer. “Why are you so okay with this?” You asked quietly, looking up at his eyes as they fluttered down to meet yours. “Well, I could hardly get mad about it. And it’s not like it’s bad. And it’s not like—” “No, I mean like why haven’t you even tried anything? Like I thought young guys were supposed to be horny all the time or something..” You trailed off, not really sure at all what you were talking about. “Well, yeah. That’s the thing.” He smirked, looking up to the ceiling as he rolled onto his back. “With most girls, I feel the need to do unspeakable things with them. And even though there’s so much I could do to you, I don’t feel like I need to. I think just you is just enough. (Y/N),” He started, turning back to look at you. “I’m so in love with you.” He smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back. “Show me.” You whispered, cheeks blushing at your own words. “Now?” “Now.”

Niall: ”Girls must have it real hard.” He huffed, rolling off from on top of you and onto his side. “I’m sorry.” You whispered embarrassedly. You just probably killed his boner with your news, not having told him in the couple months that you had been together. “No.” He stated quickly, shaking his head and running his hands through his dishevelled tufts of hair. “No, no and no. Don’t start apologizing, babe.” He said quickly, turning back to look at you. “I shouldn’t have been so forward—” “What do you mean girls have it hard?” You interrupted, turning to look at him. “Well, I don’t know… My first time, I didn’t tell her and as far as I was concerned, she didn’t know. And I mean, as a girl, I guess it’s kind of a big deal if you don’t say anything. It would be pretty hard to pull off.” You smirked at his train of thought but cupped his face anyway, pecking his lips gently. “You’re so beautiful.” He smiled as you rolled on top of him. “So beautiful.” He sighed, not taking his eyes off of yours as you straddled his waist, slowly beginning to pull off your shirt. “You’re the best fucking girl in the world.” He giggled as you leant in to kiss him.

Harry: ”Do you trust me?” Were the first words out of his mouth as you muttered it to him. He didn’t back away or make any comments, all was peaceful in your quiet solidified room as he continued to trace your lower lip with his thumb. “Hmm?” He hummed when you were too dazed to answer. “I-I do.” You nodded. “And do you think you’re ready?” He asked quietly. And you thought about that for a moment. The question hadn’t come across at all as pressuring, but one look of his beautiful green orbs and you already knew the answer. But something was taking your breath away, and it was the beautiful, tall, curly-haired lad in front of you. “Don’t get nervous, there.” He smirked, noticing your uneven breathing, still patiently awaiting your answer. “I’m ready.” You nodded confidently, his hands falling from your jaw and your neck to your waist, taking a single step away from you. “And I’m gonna take such good care of you.” He smiled and bit back a laugh as you reached for the buttons on his shirt. “And you say you’ve never done this before.”