Harry: Harry’s hands gripped your ass, fingers digging into your skin as he both thrust into you, pulling you against him with each time he was inside you, his skin slapping against yours. Your breathing staggered as you kept yourself upright, balancing on your hands and knees while he took you from behind. You could feel your climax building, reaching back to pull Harry closer to you, sitting up a little so that you were just on your knees, gasping when Harry’s hand pressed into your back, pressing you back down into the mattress. “Did I tell you to move?” His hand came down on your bottom once, twice, your breath hitching with each slap and your core tightening a little more, a reflex that had taken him there.
Louis: “Count.” Louis’ voice was low and demanding of you, his hand coming down on your bare behind, a smacking nose sounding through the room. You stilled at the feeling, brushing off the first slap. “One, thank you.” You kept your voice soft, Louis’ hand brushing through your hair as he held your legs in place, knowing that with each time his hand came in contact with your skin, it would become a little harder for you to keep still. “Twelve.” You paused before thanking him again, having already started over for skipping over eight one time. Your bum held a red hand print that could belong to none other but the man who both punished and pleasured you.
Niall: “Coming through!” Niall called down the corridor, your laughs echoing down the hall as he ran with you. People stopped and stared at the two of you, laughing along as Niall’s voice boomed. “Oh, you think that’s funny?” He questioned, his hand smacking at your backside. He stopped, slapping your bum one more time. “Still funny?” He was always pulling you into some sort of antic, turning into an empty room as you cackled again, spanking away. “You’re gonna really get it now.” He closed the door, both amused with your little adventure and eager for a real spanking.
Liam: Liam could never keep his hands away, having to maintain a little bit of control even as you were on top of him. Your hands gripped at the back of the couch, piercing moans bubbling over your lips as you rolled your hips. His fingers pressed into your hips, guiding you as he so wished, thrusting his hips upward every now and then so that he was deeper. Quickening your pace he lost himself, his hands falling to his sides, unable to fathom the pleasure you brought to him as you held on to his shoulders, circling and bouncing quickly, his head falling back as he moaned your name. It wasn’t until you felt one of his hands again, a stinging against your ass as he smacked it that you stilled. “Don’t stop.” The words fell from his mouth in a sigh, continuing his spanking with the faster you rode him, both of you calling out as it brought you there, to a climax that left you sore and breathless.
Zayn: You wriggled on the bed, lifting to your knees again. Zayn chuckled darkly, pushing one hand into the arch of your back while he spanked your ass, a little harder each time. There was no count, just the reddening of your skin as you winced a little, gripping the sheets under you a little tighter. He stopped, letting you relax for a moment, hearing a low moan build in your throat. “Is that a wet spot on my sheets?” He asked, standing aside as he watched you drip with desire, a small spot forming on the fabric. His fingers reached out rubbing against your wetness before sliding inside until two filled you, another moan leaving your lips, Zayn’s hand descending onto your bum again, feeling the way though a little painful, you still craved his touch.
