One Direction Imagines and Preferences

Touch your toes

WARNING! It's dirty! Enjoy!

NIALL

Surprisingly, he was taking his time tonight. He had stripped you of your jeans slowly and focused mostly on kissing you at a turtle’s pace with his coarse lips, opening your mouth and exchanging your peppermint taste with his after brew breath. Niall’s hands were just petting down your thigh as you lied on your side and kissed him in return, palming him through his boxers with one hand and massaging his neck with the other. You had pulled your black v neck off along and unclasped your bra, letting them fall to the hotel room floor. Usually, Niall was a wham-bam-thank-you-maam type, but tonight he was acting as if his flight wasn’t taking off at six in the morning and you two had nothing, but time. It was you who was getting anxious this time around and you maneuvered yourself up onto your knees, straddling him, just barely breaking the kiss.

“Stand up, doll…” His voice was just a whisper as he managed to say between kisses.

Your neck cracked as you pulled away from him, adjusting your spine before stepping off the bed delicately. You reached behind you and pulled at the black string between your cheeks and smiled very plainly at Niall as he watched you from where he was sitting, hooked his fingers around the collar of his white t-shirt and pulling it over his head. He took your whole form in for a moment, grinning like he was the Chesire Cat, and then sat up with his legs over the bed’s side. He massaged his hard groin through the plaid fabric of his boxers and reached out to bring you closer til you were right between his knees.

Suddenly, the Niall you knew and loved returned. As soon as he had one hand on your side, laying there so kindly, he surprised you by squeezing the pads of his fingers into your cotton soft skin and forced you to turn around. He held both hands on your hips and you could hear him smacking his lips together at your ass, the feast for his eyes. He brought his hands together and squished your plump cheeks between them, roaming over the curves he was such a massive fan of. In fact, he once drunkenly referred to himself as an “Erectioner” for your behind.

Niall kept your left cheek tightly cupped in his hand, but slid his other hand over to the small of your back and urged you to move forward with his palm.

“Touch your toes….” He whispered and you smirked to yourself before doing just that, bending at your waist unabashedly and reaching your fingers down to dangle over your toes that had just been freshly painted a color called Naughty Nautical (how fitting).

Niall moaned as he removed his hands from your body to play with himself over his boxers again, just staring at your ass like it was a five-star meal served up just for him on a silver platter. He wouldn’t tell you this out of fear of getting smacked, but he often told the other guys that he wanted you eat breakfast off your ass, a bowl of cereal or a stack of buttery pancakes. One of his hands returned to you, pulling at the black string between your cheeks and then using his free hand to pull your left one away. Niall let out a groan, his approval sounding.

“You going to let me into this little hole tonight?” He asked you while biting down on his lip at the sight of your uncharted territory, your puckering pink hole almost winking at him. It was enough to make him unleash his load right there. Niall took his hand off of the string, accidentally snapping it over your skin and popped a thumb between his lips, drenching it before he brought it back and lightly drew circles over your asshole, humming as he did.

LOUIS

As if being completely naked against the penthouse window wasn’t enough, Louis looked up at you from his knees, his blue eyes round and batting up at you while the tip of his tongue slid one last time across your pussy that was now soaking as if you had been spread eagle in the rain for days. Your knees were still knocking against his blushing cheeks from the pleasure he was sending through your body like electricity. While his tongue must have been satisfied from lapping up your pearls, his eyes told a different story. You could see the flames still crackling in them as he watched you, your mouth warbling as you came down from a high only he could bring you to. He wanted more, but you would happily give in as you didn’t want the sensations aching inside of you to stop.