One Direction Preferences

Strip Poker

(T)

Liam:
"We don't have to do this you know." Zayn laughed as you threw your shirt to the floor. "Oh well now you know we do, because I have to kick your ass." You grumbled, finding your cards on the table and adjusting your bra. You weren't sure how Liam would feel about this if he was here, but he had to go out tonight, so it was just you and the guys, and they were very advent on playing. "Four of a kind." You smirked, placing down your cards. You turned to look at Harry who was already missing a shirt, "Take 'em off." You laughed, but he obliged, standing up and sliding off his trousers.

Zayn:
"She doesn't lose this hand." Zayn laughed protectively, "She was the only one left, and my hand was better." Niall smirked, while Zayn's face went white. "Oh c'mon, love." You smiled, pulling your shirt over your head. "They all know I'm yours, it's not like I'm rubbing my tits in any of their faces." You smirked, kissing his cheek. "Oh god," he grimaced, standing up. Apparently he got a look at your god awful hand and couldn't bare to watch. "I'm going to bed." He sighed.

Louis:
You couldn't help but laugh as Louis' boxers came right off. It was funny because you had lost a sock, and he was down to nothing. "I don't wanna play anymore." Louis whined, making his way over to you. "I have nothing else to lose." He laughed along with you, doing a full spin so you could see all of what you were missing. "How about..." You trailed off, not taking your eyes off of his body. "We'll play one more round, if I lose, we have sex. If you lose..." You trailed off again. "...we have sex." He laughed at this and threw the cards on the ground, "Let's just skip the game, then." He smirked, working on your button down with his teeth.

Niall:
"Well, I think this is the best cottage game we have ever come up with." Louis giggled. You were playing drink-strip poker. It was you and all the guys, so of course they were all teaming up on you, cheating so you would lose, but since it was drink poker, you would have to drink a whole lot every time you lost. Leaving you tipsy and totally okay with stripping down. "Are you guys cheating?" Niall asked, as he carefully watched you slip off your bra and throw it towards the bedrooms. No one answered, "I think we should go to bed now..." Niall trailed off, scooping you up, ignoring yours and the guys desperate pleas, just wanting you all to himself.

Harry:
"The anticipation is killing me." Harry groaned, as you all too slowly pulled off your knickers. It was the last item of clothing left between the two of you as you finished up your game of poker. "C'mere." Harry growled, waggling his fingers towards you. "No, I'm good." You smirked, getting up and walking in the opposite direction of your horny boyfriend. "Where are you going?" He smirked, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you, "Wherever the hell I want, I won." You smirked, letting him spin you around and push you up against the wall, "Yeah," He smirked, making his way to your lower region, "And this is your prize."