One Direction Imagines

He Does Push Ups Over You

Niall:Quiet groan escapes his parted lips and he hopes it didn't reach your ears as he pretends that is not so hard to lower himself down yet another time. But there's sweat gathered on his forehead and you can see that it's getting even harder for his biceps to support his entire weight. But you again manage to find his chest just an inch away from yours, his smile prominent as he places another kiss to your lips.

Zayn:The way he swiftly, almost effortlessly lowers down all the while using only two hands to support him is overwhelming, makes your eyes widen and makes you start counting times his chest presses against yours. Silhouette of strong muscles is visible underneath the thin fabric of his shirt as his arms bring him down only to pick up yet another encouraging kiss. Niall:Quiet groan escapes his parted lips and he hopes it didn't reach your ears as he pretends that is not so hard to lower himself down yet another time. But there's sweat gathered on his forehead and you can see that it's getting even harder for his biceps to support his entire weight. But you again manage to find his chest just an inch away from yours, his smile prominent as he places another kiss to your lips.

Louis:Quit panting he can't hold in anymore escapes his parted lips as he lowers himself a bit lower this time and shortly rests his chest on yours, two arms placed by your head making sure he's not adding too much pressure on you. Warmth of his forehead is pressed to yours and you can feel its wetness leaving small droplets of his sweat on your skin. Soft kiss is planted to your lips before he brings himself up, ready to go for yet another kiss.

Liam:Quiet chuckle escapes the fulness of his lips as he catches your gaze locked on his biceps, eyes slowly trailing a line over his strong hands. "Like what you see?" he asks while adding a smile and you're not completely clear with the fact that he's still talking and smiling even though he was supposed to be completely out of breath. But you're yanked away from your thoughts as he presses his lips to yours.

Harry:Smirk spreads over his lips and for a moment his gaze keeps a hostage of yours, blush immediately creeping over your cheeks. Your eyes are soon shifted to his arms - each one placed by your head - as you observe the way their lines move underneath the cotton fabric of his shirt. No effort seems to be added to his doings as you find him towering above you, burning chest an inch away from you as he presses the fulness of his lips back to yours.