One Direction & 5SOS Preferences & Imagines

One Direction Preference #59-You Use The Safe Word

Louis-Louis has always been kinky in the bedroom, and you were used to it. But when Louis mentioned spanking at dinner, you were a little hesitant to say yes. You eventually agreed, knowing Louis would never hurt you on purpose.

Which is why you're now laying over Louis's lap, night shorts and underwear pulled down, and Louis holding a belt.

"What's our safe word?" asked Louis, running his fingers over your back.

"Two," you whispered. Louis patted your back. It was quiet for a few seconds, until Louis brought the belt up, and brought it back down, slapping your butt hard. You gasped, jerking forward on Louis's lap. Louis brought the belt down again. And again. And again. On the tenth slap, you couldn't take it anymore.

"Two! Louis, two!" you cried out, tears streaming down your face. Louis threw the belt somewhere, and picked you up, cradling you in his lap. You sobbed into Louis's chest as he ran his fingers through your hair.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry." said Louis. You looked up at him.

"It's okay." you said. Louis sighed.

"How can I make it up to you? I'll do anything." said Louis. You smiled.

"Can you give me a massage?" you asked, smiling up at him. Louis smirked, and nodded. You laid down on your stomach, taking your tank-top off first. Louis started kneading the knots in your back.

"You know, this is going to end in sex, babe," said Louis, trailing kisses down your spine.

Liam-Liam was rarely ever rough with you. Except when he was drunk. You were laying in bed, watching TV, when Liam stumbled in.

"Hi Y/N," he slurred, walking over to you. He discarded his clothes, and was naked by the time he fell down on top of you. He started kissing your neck, while sliding your nightgown and underwear down.

"Liam, stop," you mumbled, trying to push him off of you. He didn't listen, and slammed himself into you. You grimaced, grabbing onto his broad shoulders. You tried to withstand the pain, because even though Liam was drunk, you could tell he was getting into it by how his breaths came out ragged. He was thrusting into you so hard that the headboard was slamming against the wall with every stop. After Liam thrusted into you so hard that your head slammed into the headboard, you couldn't take it anymore.

"Dammit, Liam, spoons!" you shouted, eyes squeezed shut in pain. The sober side of Liam woke up, and he quickly pulled out of you. You were gripping your head, a bump already formed.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Y/N! I'll go get you an icepack," said Liam, pulling on his boxers and walking out of the room. He walked back in and handed you the icepack.

"Thanks," you said, putting it on the bump and feeling immediate relief.

"I'm really sorry, love." said Liam. You looked up at him, and saw the guilt in his brown eyes. You sighed.

"It's alright, Liam. Don't feel bad." you said.

Niall-"Babe! Y/N! Y/N!" shouted Niall.

"I'm in the kitchen!" you shouted back. Niall ran in, blue eyes dark and a smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes.

"What did Harry tell you this time?" you sighed, putting the sponge down in the dish water. Niall chuckled.

"How about we try anal?" said Niall. Your eyes widened at the thought. But you were willing to try anything.

"Okay," you nodded. Niall picked you up, hoisting you over his shoulder, and running to your guys master bedroom. Niall dropped you onto the bed, took off his shirt, and crawled on top of you.

You two started making out, Niall taking your shirt and sports bra off in the process. Niall moved down to your neck, and started leaving you love bites.

"Hurry up," you murmured. Niall took of your sweatpants and underwear, and you took off Niall's pants and boxers. You laid down on your front, and Niall laid on top of you.

"Just tell me if you can't stand it anymore," said Niall, kissing up and down your back. You nodded. Niall grabbed onto your hips, and slowly slid into you. You gasped at the pain, stuffing your face into a pillow. Niall started off slow, and it actually started feeling pleasurable. You moaned, which Niall took as 'go faster', and so he did. You cried out in pain, burying your face into the pillow again. Niall was a moaning mess above you, digging his fingers into your hips.

"Cake!" you yelled. Niall instantly pulled out, making you cry out in pain again. You laid on your side, hugging your knees to your chest. Niall laid down on his side in front of you, tears in his eyes.

"Why-why are you crying?" you said, trying to stop your sobbing. Niall let a sob out.

"Be-be-because I-I h-h-hurt you," Niall said between sobs. You smiled slightly.

"It's alright, Niall." you said.

"No it's not. I hurt you, Y/N!" said Niall. You put a hand on his cheek.

"I'm fine. It was my first time trying anal, of course it was going to hurt." you said. Niall looked at you, a gleam in his eyes.

"So...if we tried again...it again, it wouldn't hurt that bad?" asked Niall. You shrugged.

"If you started out slow, then no, it probably wouldn't hurt." you said. Niall smirked.

"Shall we try again, then?" he asked.

Harry-"Harry, I said I'm sorry!" you said. You were half hour late to dinner with Harry because you got caught up helping another nurse with a patient. Harry was pissed, and hasn't said a word to you. He dragged you behind him, iron grip on your wrist, until you got to your guys bedroom, where he slammed you against the closed door.

"I looked like an idiot sitting at the table by myself. For half an hour!" said Harry, yelling at the end. You winced.

"I told you I'm sorry! I lost track of time at the hospital!" you said. Harry glared at you, green eyes almost black. He attached his lips to your neck, and started sucking harshly. You whimpered, but Harry didn't stop.

"Sorry doesn't make up for it, baby," whispered Harry against your neck. He tore your blouse off, the buttons flying everywhere. He harshly kissed your chest, then took your lace bra off. You went to un-button his shirt, but he gripped your hand.

"Don't. Touch. Me." he growled. He pulled your skirt down, along with your underwear, and put his hands under your bare thighs.

"Jump," he grunted. You obliged, wrapping your legs around Harry's waist. Harry carried you to the bed, and dropped you on it. He quickly discarded his clothes, and got between your legs. You looked up at him, fear evident in your eyes. Harry made eye contact with you. He glared at you, for the hundredth time, and thrusted into you.

You gasped, putting your hands on Harry's back and digging your nails into his skin. He grunted at the pain, then started thrusting into you hard and fast. Sometimes Harry was slow and passionate, and other times he was rough. But he was never this rough. All you felt was pain.

"H-Harry," you whispered, trying to grab his attention. It didn't work, he just stared at the headboard.

"Cherry!" you screamed. Harry's eyes widened, and he quickly stopped and pulled out of you.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you." said Harry. You didn't say anything, just crawled into his lap and hugged him. Harry wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, rubbing his hand up and down your bare back until you fell asleep.