One Direction Preferences

Friends with Benefits

(T)

Liam:
You didn't mean to sleep with him, ok well maybe you did, but the alcohol was prominent in your veins and ended up getting the best of you. Yet, here you were, laying in his bed, bare naked and chest rising and falling with every breath you took. You and Liam had both just got out of relationships and you wanted to make it clear that this wasn't something that should happen too often. "Let's make rules." You told him, sitting up with the sheet over your chest. He mirrored your actions, leaning up on his elbows, "Like what? What rules could there be for having sex?" He seemed amused, but you quickly disputed any laughter. "I'm serious Li. We can't be anything more than whatever this is." You motioned between the two of you and the bed. "I know Y/N, I'm just kidding with you. No feelings, just sex, no strings attached. Simple enough." It was funny that he said that, no strings attached, because deep down you were already regretting this.

Zayn:
Zayn placed a kiss behind your ear, "You in the dress," He sucked his teeth, purring in your ear, "Had me ready to go as soon as I got here." Turning in his grasp, he then pushed you against the bathroom sink. Yeah, bathrooms weren't that romantic to do it in, but you and Zayn weren't in a relationship so why did it matter? "Are we really about to do this in a bathroom Zayn?" He chuckled deeply, removing his grasp from your waist and loosening his collar. "Do you think I care?" You returned his laugher, toying with his tie and biting your lip, "I know you don't that's why I find it so funny. 'Sides, it's not like anyone suspects anything." He closed the gap between you, stepping between your legs and moving a hand up your thigh, taking your dress with it, "Exactly." His low, gravelly tone told you that he was ready to pounce and honestly so were you. The party was going on outside the door and you knew that you'd both have to keep quiet so this little secret could stay just that... a secret.

Louis:
With a soft knock at your front door, you knew he was finally there. "Took you long enough," You told him with a straight face, opening the door for him to come in. There was silence as he stepped inside kicked off his shoes and removed his jacket. "Hurry up." You instructed, only hearing him chuckle at you. He looked up from kicking off his shoes, smirking at you, "What's the hurry, love?" You rushed towards him, latching our lips onto his. You could feel his smirk on your lips as you backed him into a wall and he laughed into the kiss, "Did you have a rough day?" He whispered against your lips and you nodded. "Well then, why don't we," With two hands gripped on your bottom and lifted you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist keeping your eyes shut tight as your lips loved together and his feet carried you to your bedroom. Soon you found yourself plopped down onto your bed with Louis on top of you. This happened so many times now you were beginning to lose track.

Niall:
"Y/N, please answer me"... another message dinged to your phone and you tried your absolute best to ignore to not run and see who it was. You had broken off whatever it was that you had with Niall about a week ago and he hadn't left you alone since. Eventually you knew you would see him again, but not voluntarily. It wasn't going anywhere, what you had with him, the late calls at midnight for you to come over, now while the sex was fabulous, your feelings were suffering. The more you saw him and the more phone calls you got from him not only made you feel like you were being used, but they also made you feel something you never expected to feel for him. Even for the past few days, every guy you would see walking down the street, you thought was him and would get all nervous wondering what the hell you would say. Until you would actually see him, those ignored messages that you secretly saved in your phone would have to suffice.

Harry:
"What now?" He asked as you slip to the edge of his king bed, bending over to grab the clothes you discarded 30 minutes ago. "What do you mean, what now?" You slid your pants up your legs, standing from the bed. When you turned to find your shirt you saw him laying with a hand behind his head as his other hand lay on his stomach, fingers tapping his tattooed butterfly. You had to admit that seeing him there made you want to crawl back in bed with him and never leave, but that's not what the deal was. "You're always leaving." He said, sitting up a tad from the bed. "Yeah, well that's the usual isn't it?" You found your bra and shirt, putting them on one at a time, and slow paced too so that you could savor the last moments with him. "What if you stay...this time?" He sounded hopeful and once your shirt was over your head, you gave him a puzzled look. "Please?" You weren't going to make him beg-you wanted so many times before to say after sex and this time, you finally were.