One Direction Preferences

Caught in a Heated Moment

Harry: Clothes had been strewn long ago, and now hands roamed your body like a little kid picking candy out of a candy bowl. He said it had to be quick, the boys were in the next room preparing for a show—all the while he was able to sneak you away to the not so spacious closet/room thing next door. “Shhhh.” He hushed you, his large hand coming up to cover your mouth as you let out another loud moan. “Baby, the boys can’t hear or else you won’t be aloud to come to these things anymore.” The awards show had been going on just outside the door, after paying off the janitor with concert tickets to the boy’s next show, you were swept away into this euphoria of your own, praying no one would open the closet. Harry’s arm was wrapped around your waist supporting you as your leg was wrapped around his, forcing the friction between your panties and his boxers to heat up. You both were so close to getting what you wanted the most when suddenly the door was swung open. Harry’s head shot up to see a grinning Liam. “Thought you could get a quickie in eh?” He groaned and you hid your face in his neck. “Well were on in 10 so I suggest you stop to give yourself enough time to not look like you just had almost sex.” He laughed leaving you two to gather yourselves. “Don’t worry babe, we have all night after the show.” He said with confidence. “That’s only if you guys actually win.” You stated with a sarcastic tone. You zipped your dress and put on your heels, upon leaving he smacked your bum, “You’ll still be getting some.” He growled into your ear, making you blush. The two of you walked out of the closet hand in hand, knowing what was in store for later that night.

Liam: Neither of you could wait, you just looked so good in your bikini and he couldn’t take it. But when it came to him, you couldn’t tact that he was soaking wet and looked like David Beckham. You were just so damn lucky.. The two of you were in the pool in a hotel the boys were staying at during their time in Australia. Liam could spot your stares from a mile away and it’s not like he was hiding his inappropriate glances at your body as you sat on the lounge chair soaking up the sun. The rest of the boys were preoccupied down at the beach and no one else was at the pool thanks to security at this time of day. “Y/N, come in the water with me..” Liam said in a thick accent, which indicated to you he had something else on his mind. You thought about it for a second but then couldn’t resist the alone time with him. Getting up, you made your way to the edge of the pool, sitting down with your feet in the could water. He swam over to you and rested his arms up on your thighs. Liam looked up at you with a hopeful tint hinting away in his eyes. You looked down at him with a smirk on your face, meaning he’d have to work for what he wanted. Suddenly, his strong arms lifted you from the brick and slid you down into the pool, making sure his hands caressed every curve of your body. You grinned slightly, hands finding their rightful place around his neck and fingers weaving through his wet hair. He licked his lips placing his hands firmly on your hips. Hastily, like someone was watching—which they probably were—you attached your lips to his. Liam backed up against the nearest wall of the pool and your legs wrapped around his lower body. “Oi! No makin love in the pool!” You heard a voice say. Your head shot up to see a very giggly Louis smirking down at the two of you. He groaned into your neck as a hint of pink rose to your cheeks. “We’ll save this for later,” Liam whispered in your ear, sealing it with a peck on your lips.

Niall: You and Niall had been making up for lost time since you visited him on tour in America. The hotel room door had been locked and you were on top of him within seconds. The queen-sized bed was made hours before he returned with you in his arms, but now it had looked like a tornado came through the room as the pillows and comforter along with your clothes were thrown around the room. According to Niall there was no time to waste, the boys had another show tonight so he’d soon have to leave you to perform—although you were going to be at the show, it didn’t matter, this time was precious. “I missed you so much.” He said muffled in between kisses. “I missed you too Ni.” His hands roamed your body as you lay beneath him, savoring the way you felt against his touch. This was actually your third round since you walked through the room door. It’s not like you were complaining though, you could never get enough of him. He began again, placing sweet kissed along your jaw, trailing down your neck to your collarbones, then down your chest. You cursed under your breath from how good he made you feel. Just as he was about to go down on you his door to the room swung open and your eyes went wide to see a devilish grin on none other than Harry’s face. Niall quickly grabbed the sheet and pulled it over your bodies. “Dammit! I though that was locked. Fucking door.,” Niall mumbled, “Harry get your arse out of here! You son of a bitch!” “Can’t I watch? I mean I could only hear you for the past 3 hours.” You buried your face in the sheet as an immense blush crept to your cheeks. Niall grabbed a pillow from the floor and threw at the cheeky boy, who dodged it and ran out of the room yelling, “We’ve got to leave in half-an-hour so finish up!”  Niall grumbled than turned back to you grinning, “Don’t be embarrassed princes, I like that the boys know who’s ya are.”

Zayn: Being the wonderful person you are, you decided to have a house party and invite all of the boys, their girlfriends, all of your friends, and the boys’ sisters who you had gotten on with. Zayn didn’t want all these people over and honestly his aura was wearing off on you. Wanting them gone in a flash so you could throw him down, tear all his clothes off and go at each other. But…you had to be civilized and your fantasies were making your panties a tad soaked. While you were in a conversation with Gemma, Zayn’s hand snaked around your waist, leaning in to whisper to your ear, “Meet me in the bedroom in 5.” You grinned at him and nodded as he walked off. You continued your conversation, counting down the 400 seconds it would be until you met him. Finally, you excused yourself, only hitting 350 seconds, but you figured Zayn wouldn’t mind, you just couldn’t wait. You swung open the door, flinging it shut, only to be slammed up against it and a hot pair of lips to be attached to yours. Hands roamed your body squeezing at your bum and then at your boobs. “I’ve. Waited. For. This. All. Fucking. Night.” He said in between a trail of kiss placed from under your ear, to down where your neck meets your shoulder. He moved the strap of your dress and your bra, sliding them off your arm, kissing the spot that used to be covered. You moaned grabbing his head and bringing his lips back to your own, showing dominance, and he loved when you did. You backed him up until he hit the bed, falling down with you on top. Slowly, you grind your core to his noticeably hard-on hearing the muffled groan vibrate in his throat. You pulled away to take off your dress and since it was a fit and flare, it slid right over your head, leaving you in your bra and underwear. He flipped you over and took off his shirt in the process. Just then, the door to the bedroom swung open, you both looked up to see Niall with flushed cheeks. “Jesus Niall. Get out!” Zayn said frustrated. “Ya really think we wouldn’t miss the hosts of the party?” He laughed loudly slamming the door. You huffed, thinking everyone knew what you were up to and as you began to get up, Zayn pushed you back down, “Uh uh uh, M’not finished with you yet.” He growled, attacking your lips once again.

Louis: It was date night, but instead of just spending it just the two of you, you decided that you’d go out clubbing with the boys. Once you and Louis arrived at your favorite club you kept the drinks coming, savoring this part of life where you didn’t have to hide behind someone for safety. Thankfully, the boys were able to get the VIP section closed off to just you guys so no one besides waitresses could get through. Louis had been eyeing you all night, with you dress hugging all the right places, even coming up a bit shorter on your thighs. You were having fun with one of your friends who had met you at the club, dancing in a way that was sure to get your boyfriend’s palms sweating. “What do you think your doing…” He growled in your ear, hands placed on your hips and grinding up against you. You let out a soft moan, feeling how hard he was and it turned you on. You turned in his grasp, “C’mon..” You took his hand and pulled him into the bathroom on the far side of the club. When the door shut you wasted no time in hopping up on a sink, legs spread with Louis in between them. Your hands weaved through his messy hair and your lips moved against his. It was a heated kiss, that if was seen by anyone would certainly bring about that bad rumors about you both. But this was behind closed doors, and you could not keep your hands off each other. He leant over your body, making your head slightly hit the mirror above the sink. “Why are you doing this to me Y/N. This is calling for a punishment.” He said into your hear, accent thick, and bit on your earlobe. His lips made their way to your neck, nipping and sucking to mark you as his. “Whoaa..” You were interrupted when Zayn swung the bathroom door open.  You were so caught up in one another that you didn’t even bother to lock it. “Sorry didn’t know this was occupado.” He laughed, letting the door shut behind him when he walked away. Although embarrassed you were caught in the moment, you were thankful it wasn’t a fan or any one else for that matter.