Niall: “Come in!” his voice was deep and harsh, making your heart beat when you opened the door to your study. He had turned your computer table around, making it look like an office. “Take a seat,” he grumbled, pointing a chair in front of the table. You nodded, keeping your eyes on his blue ones, smirking to his make up what made him look a lot older. “So, I understand you’re applying to the job here?” he asked, Irish accent behind the fake tone, making you blush. “Yes, Mr. Harvey,” you smirked, opening your trench coat, revealing your red, lacy underwear. Niall groaned silently, cheeks blushing under the mask. “Jesus Christ,” he mumbled, unable to hold himself. “Niall,” you shushed, rolling your eyes. “Oh yeah,” he snapped, remembering his part in your play. “Well, miss, you need to prove you’re right to this job and…oh fuck..,” his eyes rolled back when you sat to his lap, straddling him and grinding yourself down on him. “We should do this more often, yeah?” you giggled, whispering words to his ear, making him grunt to your ear. “Yeh, we should, yer so sexy, princess,” he moaned, hands sliding down on your shoulders, dropping the coat to down your arms and to the floor. He licked his lips hungrily, eyes scanning your body, hands roaming you gently. “Tell me what you want Mr.Harvey,” you whispered, grinding down, making the suit pants stretch under his huge bulge. Niall hissed, making you bite his neck when his hands squeezed your breasts gently, making you moan “Tell me, my work is to do whatever you told me to do for you, Mr. Harvey.”
Liam: “No, no, no, young missy, you’re doing it all wrong,” Liam, well Leeroy, announced, snapping his fingers, making you swallow your giggles. Liam had found his old Leeroy costume from his closet while you were packing your stuff to moving boxes before moving in to your new house. “You don’t tell me what to do. I’m not here to make friends, I’m here to become London’s next top dancer,” you sassed back, making Liam’s face turn bright red when he tried to muffle his laughter. “No! It is my job to make you per-fect,” he said with his high pitched Leeroy voice. You bite your lip, eyeing him up and down from his pink leg warmers to his pink hairband. The fact that it was still your Liam, being completely cute and adorable, was turning you on. “Hmm, who needs me to be perfect, when you are,” you whispered, walking so close to him that your noses were touching. He smiled at you gently, brown eyes sparkling. He left a surprised gasp when you palmed him through his shorts, making you giggle. “Well, Leeroy the choreographer, I’m taking a clue from your pulsing hard on that you are not sleeping with Marcel,” you smirked, biting his lower lip, making him groan loudly. “He couldn’t keep up my pace because I’m quite quick,” he breathed smirking, hands lowering to rest on your bum. “ And five, six, seven, eight,”you smirked, quoting his character, sliding your hand to his shorts, pumping his pulsing, warm member on your hand, making his groans fill the room, “One,Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and for the shimmies…”
Zayn: “Oh my god,” you giggled, looking how your manly, tattooed boyfriend smiled gently, after you had made his make up for a dare. He stood up and starting to walk like a girl. “One Direction is here to see you,” he said with high, girly voice, making you burst in to giggles, shaking your head. You clutched your stomach, happy tears running down your cheeks when you laughed at him. He smirked, sitting next to you. “I guess Veronica is back! You make awesome girl, babe,” you giggled, pecking his stubbly cheek, making him let out a girly giggle, “Thanks love.” You laughed even harder, burying your head to your hands, embarrassed how pink your face had blushed. “Boo,” Zayn breathed with his normal voice, making you lift your eyes and look at him. He looked beautiful even he was wearing your make-up. “Don’t hide your face. You’re so beautiful when you laugh,” he groaned, gripping your hands away from your face. You smiled, reaching to kiss his lips gently. You tasted your own lipstick, making you bite his lower lip seductively. “After tonight, you have fucked sexy assistant,”he growled, making you giggle before standing up and leading you to your bedroom where you straddled him hungrily. “This is so fetch,” he shrieked girly, making you smack his arm angrily. “No girly voices to make jokes, you’re my man,” you grunted, stroking his bulge, making him shiver under your touch, “And Zayn the only name I’m gonna scream tonight.”
Louis: “Well, Mr?” you asked, rising your eyebrows, looking at Louis’ dressed up figure. He was wearing his Jonny costume, making you bite your lip and smirk. “Please Angelina, what about Brad?” he said grunting, looking at your Lara Croft outfit with dark, lustful eyes. “He’ll never know, Jonny, it can be our little secret,” you breathed, leaning to look at the man who was cuffed to your bed, struggling to get out. “You’re my prisoner,” you smirked, leaning close to his face, fully closed when you zipped his pants down. “Mmh,” you hummed, licking down on his length, making him grunt and muffle his screams above you. “Fuck Y/N,” he almost screamed when you stroked his tip with your tongue, making his hips buck up. You stopped, reaching up to his lips, biting his neck on the way, “It’s Angelina, for you Jonny.” He gulped, throwing a mischievous smirk to you. “Can I just say what huge fan of my cock you will be,” he exclaimed, making you burst out of laughing. He smirked at you happily, knowing that you just accidentally dropped out of your act just like he. “Shit Louis, you did that on purpose!” you screamed, hitting his arm gently, glaring at his happy blue eyes. “Who’s Louis? Some shit boyfriend you have? You should try me and forget everyone else, Angelina, I’m a true man,” he murmured lowly, making his knees buck to your lower region, making you wince when he hit your burning heat. “Quickly, Angelina, I think my partner is coming,” he hissed, making you smirk before taking your pants off, making him growl. “You better not call me Angelina now or I’ll kill you,” you grunted, sliding him into you, making him groan. “I love you Y/N.”
Harry: “Hi,Y/N,” Harry stuttered when he opened up your bedroom door. You were lying on your bed, eyes on the school book what you were reading. “Harry what are you doing?” you asked confused, seeing him in his Marcel costume. “W-who’s Harry?” he stuttered with a high voice, pushing his classes higher up on his nose. You looked him shocked, eyebrows up when he twisted his hands together, dimples showing on both side of his cheeks. “Harry, I have test tomorrow, I have no time for jokes,” you sighed, looking how adorably he was standing in front of you. “I-I know,” he smiled, winking at you, “T-that’s why I want to h-help you to study.” You laid your book down, watching how your boyfriend walked next to you, eyes smirking at you. “Marcel, huh?” you asked, shaking your head in disbelief. “Y-yes, I’m better in s-studies than H-Harry,” he stuttered again, making a heat on your lower stomach tingle again. “Well, Marcel, teach me,” you sighed, throwing your hands to Harry’s neck collar wrinkling under your touch. “The collars chafing,” he whined, making you roll your eyes and giggle before unbuttoning few buttons, kissing his bobbing adam’s apple. “Teach me Marcel, teach me what you can,” you smiled, running your hands up and down on his chest, making his lips tremble. He smiled, pushing you against the mattress, straddling you. “Harry, I love you,” you breathed to his ear when he tossed the glasses away so he could kiss you properly. “I love you too my little sex kitten.”
