One Direction Preferences

#34 Dark Horse (Katy Perry) Smut Warning

Harry: ‘Cause once your mine, once your mine. There’s no going back…

You sat there next to your long time best friend. His hair pushed back by one of his ridiculously sexy bandanas. Since you were little you’ve know Harry, you grew up with each other. Needless to say there is something between you. He’s not the awkward little boy he used to be. Your sitting next to him your legs over his lap. His jaw clenched as he flipped through the channels his hand comfortably on your knee. You can’t help but stare at him. You’d kissed him once, when you were little, playing wedding. It was short and followed by lots of “yuck” and wiping your mouth. He looked out of the corner of his eye at you. Before turning his whole head to look. A smirk grew across his face. “Why’re you doin that?” He asked looking at your lips. You didn’t even notice you had your bottom lip in between your teeth. Embarrassing. “Uh, nothing.” You stammered looking back toward the TV. “Y/N what is it?” He looked genuinely intrigued now. Your eyes kept drifting to his lips. “This?” He asked quietly leaning over and pressing a short kiss in your awaiting lips. His hand slid down you leg and is now gripping you mid thigh. He pulled away the slightest bit. And you nodded. He kissed you again, hungrier his teeth grazing your bottom lip. You sigh into his mouth, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck, your hands in his hair. When you sucked lightly on his roaming tongue, he groaned and pulled you onto his lap so your straddling him. His hands now on your waist. “Wait!” You pulled back. Harry looked up at you with wide eyes, panting lightly. You can feel his growing erection under your bum. “If we do this, it will ruin our friend ship, and I don’t want to loose you.” His hands went to your face, pushing stray hairs back behind your ears. “All this means is were more than friends. There’s no going back. And I never intend to.”

Liam: I knew you were, you were gonna come to me. And here you are. But you better choose carefully…

I hate him for doing this, but I hate my self even more. For months he has come to you, after a fight, after touring, when he’s drunk. He comes to you and you talk, and eventually end up having really hot sex. But he’s always gone in the morning. He always goes back to Sophia. It’s not fair, he knows I love him, and I won’t say no. But not anymore, I’m not going to be his side project anymore. I’m laying in bed wearing nothin but a pair of black panties and on of his batman shirts that he left. When the doorbell rang, my whole body tensed. 3am it has to be Liam. As soon as I opened the door his hands were tight on my hips. His lips on my neck, searching for my sweet spot. “Liam,” I tired to get his attention. “Liam,” I groaned as his teeth skimmed my neck. “Y/N” he breathed into my ear. I almost gave in for a second, who cares if he only comes here every once in a while, who cares that he doesn’t love me, and might not ever love me. But that’s the problem I love him, he needs to pick. “LIAM,” I yelled pushing him back. “I can’t do this,” I whispered. He was at my side again. His hand on my thigh. “I’m serious, Liam!” I warned. “I know ya are babe,” he’s teasing me. He thinks I’m kidding. “Stop Liam,” I said pushing his hands away. “What. What’s wrong?!” He studied me, a familiar stinging behind mine. His eyes softened, “what’s wrong Y/N why’re you cryin?” I wiped the tears away, “Your going to leave after I say this, but I have to.” He started to talk, but I interrupted him. “You need to pick, me or her. But choose carefully because I love you, and if you choose Sophia I can’t see you, and pretend I don’t.” As much as I didn’t want to I said it. “Then I choose you,” his hands were back on my waist. Digging into the soft skin, as he lifted my up kissing my lips harder. My hands went to his hair pulling it lightly, and he moaned against my neck. “I choose you Y/N” his voice raspy now, full of lust. He sat on the couch, and you straddled his lap. After a night of passion, you woke up. And for the first time his bare body still next to you.

Niall: It’s in the palm of you hand now baby. It’s a yes or a no, no maybe…

“I want you,” You whispered into his ear. His pants stretched uncomfortably over his forming bulge. Every where you look their are people. I mean of of course there are going to be people backstage. You nodded toward the dressing room closet. “We can’t do this now,” he groaned as you pulled his hips to yours. You could feel his length against your stomach. “Do you want me?” You whispered as innocently as you could. He jaw clenched “we have talk go on stage in 20,” he was trying to control himself, his fingers tight on your waist. “Yes or no Niall, or I could always go figure it out by myself” you teased turning to walk away. “Your goin ta kill meh one day,” he growled grabbing me by the hips and leading me to the closet. The door shut leaving us in the dark. He roughly pulled my shirt over my head, and lifted me up onto the shelf behind me. “You just couldn’t wait, could ya Y/N? You needed it now.” He hummed against the hollow of my neck. He pulled my skinny jeans down to my knees. Callused fingers at my heat. Slowly pushing in two fingers. “Niall” my breathing hitched. Then they were gone, “Niall?” I whined reaching for him in the dark. He didn’t say anything, only the sound of his zipper, then clothes falling to the floor could be heard. “How badly do you want me?” He has me exactly where he wants me in the palm of his hand. His hand snaked around my waist pulling me close to him again. His now full erect member still against me. “Beg,” he demanded. “Please Niall,” I begged. He lined him self up with me. “Jesus Y/N.” He slammed in, giving me very little time to adjust. “Fu-fuck” he stammered under his breath. One of his hands wrapped gently the back of my neck, and into my hair. The other on the small of my back.”NIAlL” I couldn’t contain my screams and he pounded into me. A voice from the door shut us both up. “I know your both probably havin a good time in there, but yah gotta get dressed Niall we go on soon.” Zayn laughed as he walked away. “We’ll finish this late-r, oh and don’t touch yerself.” He said with a wink, before his pulled up his pants and hurried out the door.

Louis: His POV This love will make you levitate. Like a bird, like a bird without a cage…

Everything about her is sexy. Especially now as she lays here underneath me, her hair a sexed up mess, and her hands griping the sheets. The sounds she’s making is almost enough to throw me over the edge. “Louis,” she moans biting her lip. Ugh, she’s meeting my thrusts. I pulled her up and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I can feel her nails digging into my neck as I slam up into her. “Louis, I-I’m gonna,” Her breathing is erratic. “Not. Yet. Y/N.” My grunts matched my thrusts. This has to be the best part, watching her let go reaching her high. I laid her back down, and pushing into her one more time. “LOUIS,” She screamed throwing her head back. “Let go baby,” I told her pulling out. Her back arched, her legs convulsing. Her screams turned to quiet whimpers, as she rode out her high. “Your so beautiful,” I marveled, kissing her softly. ”Once more baby.” Her eyes snapped open. “Not yet Louis!” She panted. But I ground my hips into hers again. She bit down on my shoulder, muffling her screams. Almost immediately she was tightening around me. “Unf-uh Y/N” I grunted as I released inside her. She gives me a high I cant get anywhere else. Almost like I’m levitating…

Zayn: Make me your Aphrodite Make me your one and only…

He will be here any minute, back from a long day of signings, studio work, and interviews. And I fully intend on helping him “relax”. I put on his favorite lingerie lacy and black. I could hear him set down his keys in the kitchen, and kick off his shoes in the living room. He was going to do what he always does, drink a beer and play video games. I made my way to the living room. There he was sitting slumped on the couch his legs spread a controller in hand. “Hey babe,” I said trying to get his attention. “Hey” he mumbled back not taking his eyes from the game. I walked over and straddled on of his legs. Kissing him on the spot just under his ear that drives him insane. His eyes were on me now, except dark as he scanned my body. I have his attention now. I hopped up spinning and bending playfully in front of him. “How do I look?” His hazel eyes are locked on my as he palmed himself through his jeans. “You look beyond beautiful,” he managed to choke out. “ Com’ere.” he instructed, while pulling down his jeans. His boner straining against his boxers. The way he looks at me makes me feel like a goddess, perfect, the only girl for him. When you got close enough he put you right in front of him. His long fingers hooked around your panties pulling them down. “Tonight’s about you ok?” He asked in a husky voice. He was so close to my aching core. I simply nodded and closed my eyes giving into his every touch.