One Direction Preferences

72. Fighting Leads To Sex

Harry: “God Harry, why can you never pick up after yourself? I’m your girlfriend, not your mom.” He sighs sitting on the couch “But I don’t want to. I hate doing the dishes.” You sank down next to him “Well, I’m not doing them. I shouldn’t have to because I don’t like doing them either.” “Fine.” He replies still mad that you want him to actually help out. “Fine.” you reply. “Fine.” “Fine.”Fine.”Fine.” but this time instead of saying fine, he pressed his lips to yours and rubbed his hands up your back. You kissed him back with just as much passion that he started out with. He laid you on the couch and undressed you, doing the same to himself. You hated that he had you wrapped around his finger so tightly but you loved him. “Harry.” you moaned as he started to ride your hips, leading up to when he thrusted himself into you and went back and forth until he finally hit his peak. Once you were both dressed again you grabbed his hand and pulled him off the couch “Come on Harry, I’ll help you with the dishes.” He smiled shaking his head slightly, having no objections.

Niall: You pulled Niall away from the restaurant table where he had just told your parents the most inappropriate joke. You pulled him onto the unisex bathroom and locked the door. “Niall, you can’t say things like that to my parents. It’s not good to them.” He laughed “I thought it was funny Y/N.” You closed your eyes “Niall, this is not funny. You are trying to make a good impression remember?” He grabbed your hand “Well I was just trying to make conversation because your parents wern’t. They are are so unsocial” Your eyes opened widely “Niall! You can’t say that, you don’t even..” But he stooped the words from leaving your mouth by crushing his lips to yours. You tried to protest, but failed, melting into his arms. He starts to unzip your dress but you say “Really now?” He just nods and slips his own pants off, and your dress. He slams you up against the wall and holds you close as he slides in. You bite your lip trying not to scream like he usually makes you do. He finishes sloppily and quickly helping you back into your dress. You walk out first, passing a woman in the hallway. She sees where you and Niall have just come from and he blushes, heading back to your table red and flustered.

Louis: “Oh don’t give me that bullshit Lou, we both know you were checking out her ass.” He shakes his head “No, I was admiring her jeans.” “Not buying it Louis.” He sighed “I was seeing if her but was as big as mine.” You roll your eyes kicking your shoes off “Was she prettier than me?” you ask already knowing the answer he would give. “Absolutely not. Y/N, that’s not possible.” You shake your head and say “That’s what you’re supposed to say.” Instead of replying to you he pushed you onto the bed. Running his fingers though your hair he kissed you angrily. Moving fastly and grunting loudly. “Louis..” you trail off as he hits your spot making you scream softly instead. He kisses you and finally pulls you closer and enters you. You suck in a breath and short ones after that for every thrust as he finishes. “Do you believe me now?” he asks hugging you closely You nod and place a kiss on his lips. He always knew how to make you feel better.

Liam: “There is no way X is 25!” you shout a little loudly at Liam. “How could it not be? The equation checks out Y/N!” You sigh “You’re doing it the wrong way. You have to do a whole other operation. You are only halfway there.” He shakes his head “Trust me, I know what I’m doing.” You stood up from your parent’s table “And I don’t? Are you calling me stupid?” you ask defensively. “No, I am just saying you are wrong.” he says following you upstairs to your room. “No, it sounds like you are calling me stupid.” He lays on your bed “I’m stupid for arguing with you.” he says then grasps you up and lays you next to him. He traces your side and pecks your neck, lips, and forehead. “Don’t be such a tease.” you say straddling him and unbuttoning his pants starting to kiss his neck. Liam was very vocal and your parents were home, so you placed a gentle hand over him mouth as you continue to kiss him. He removes your hand, wanting to kiss you. He does and slips his bottoms off. He flips you under him and you pull yours off. He was starting to get loud again so you placed your lips on his and he couldn’t take it anymore, cumming inside of you. HE finished “I guess you were right babe. Now we should go finish.” you shake your head, “I told you so.”

Zayn: You hit your husband Zayn trying to hurt him, but knowing that you didn’t do a single bit of damage. “I’m sorry Y/N I didn’t think she would hear me.” You had just come from comforting your 7 year old daughter from he father’s big mouth. She had heard him say that Santa wasn’t real, and she was so upset. You had just  gotten her to stop crying and fall asleep, and now you were going to yell at Zayn. “She was so upset. You know you have to be careful with what you say around her.” “I’m sorry, but she had to find out eventually!” he shouted back “Not when she’s 7! Now she’s not going to have any Christmas magic. Her holidays..” He pushed you to the bed, in need of you. He always got like this when you fought, in need of you. You kissed his lips and he rubbed your back kissing you back too. He kept massaging you and kissing your lips roughly. “Zayn, Zayn..” you moaned with each little hip movement he made. He merely laughed and knew that you were ready. He tossed both of your bottoms away and thrusted inside you making you moan a little louder than before. He continued until he was finished completely. “Is the holiday magic still there babe?” You smiled and kissed his cheek as a gesture of  saying yes to his question.