Harry:You and Harry hosted a little dinner party for your close friends. It was late by the time the laughs stopped and the alcohol ran dry. You went upstairs, desperate to get out of your form fitting dress and black pumps, while Harry locked up the house. You stood at the foot of the bed kicking off your heels, gathering your hair on the top of your head. You could always feel Harry’s presence when he walked into a room and tonight was no different. “Unzip me?” you slurred. You’re not sure if it was all the alcohol buzzing through your veins or the fact that Harry took his sweet time walking to you, but your whole body was full of fire. He hovered over you, letting his hot breath hit the crook of your bare neck. Finally he decided to play with the zipper on your dress pulling it down at an agonizing rate. If Harry was going to play games, you were going to play back. You turned and faced him, ridding most of the space between your bodies. You slid each strap of your dress down separately, making sure to take your sweet time. You gently swayed your body, letting your dress slide little by little down your body. When the dress hit the floor you let out a playful, "Oops."
Liam:When you first dated Liam, your body could collapse at just his touch. You thought this would be something you’d grow out of over time, but you never did. Liam knew just how build you up. It’s early in the morning and you haven’t woken up yet but Liam doesn’t wait any longer. Your bodies are already pressed closely together his hand draped over your stomach. He’d let his fingers lightly graze over your stomach that was swimming in one of his t-shirts, until you let out a little groan. Then he’d start to pull up the t-shirt, making sure the fabric drags painfully slow over your skin. By now the draft hitting your exposed skin woke you from your sleep. The pads of his fingers would start to dance over your bare skin, taking forever to reach the line of your underwear. When they finally did, you let out a sigh of relieve but that only added fuel to his fire. He would stop for a second, playing with band, maybe letting a finger barely slip under. “Liam,” your voice was shaky. He let out a devilish chuckle, “patience babe.”
Louis:To say that Louis is not a patient person would be a massive understatement. Every now and then you decide to have some fun teasing him. Your bodies are hard-pressed against each other and you kiss him lightly before pulling away. Your nails tickle down his toned stomach, appreciating every crease. When you’re feeling especially daring you’ll turn your body around holding one of his arms over your shoulder, allowing you to pull him closer to your backside. You shift up and down adding some unbearable friction. By now he’ll be wiggling with anticipation, but you just whip around, facing him again and flash him a cheeky grin then drop to your knees. His hips will buck towards you multiple times but you just push them back into place. Your hands will rub up his legs from his ankles eventually making it back to his waistband. You start to play with his belt undoing it with just your teeth. But he can’t take it any longer, “for fuck’s sake!” he’ll yell before throwing you on the bed.
Niall:There something about the way Niall kisses you that always has a way of tugging on your heartstrings. He’ll look at you from across the room or just feet away from you and your knees go weak. You can practically see the passion oozing out his pores. He’ll close the space between you teasingly slow. His calloused fingers would start at your fingertips and trace up your arms before finding their place on your neck, his thumb barely brushing your cheek. He’d never break eye contact with you, not once. His piercing blue eyes just stare into your soul the entire time. He’ll collapse his forehead into yours, rubbing the tips of your noses. Your lips are millimeters away from his and it takes everything in you not to kiss him right then, but you don’t because he’s in total control. Lust washes over him as his hungrily licks his lips. His hips find yours and press softly together before swaying back and forth, causing even more eagerness in both of you. Just as you’re about to loose all stability he’ll reach around and hold you up with one arm, finally giving into the kiss.
Zayn:Zayn asked you to tag along with him to an event that night and you happily accepted. You understood that most of his time would be preoccupied so you weren’t surprised when someone came by a swept him away. Normally you’d keep yourself busy by playing a game on your phone or chatting up someone at your table but you neither of those could hold your attention tonight. You spotted Zayn across the room talking to people you didn’t know. You let the thoughts of him rack your brain. Sometimes you couldn’t help but stare, particularly when he was in a suit. His black trousers hugged him in all the right places without being too tight, the black blazer accentuated his shoulders, and that skinny tie was the cheery on top. You weren’t sure how long you were staring but it must have been long enough for Zayn to notice. A cocky grin grew over his face as he politely excused himself. He might as well have been crawling to you because he would have made it faster. Just when you thought you were going to explode he leaned over you, letting his lips graze your ear, “let’s get out of here ya?”
Written by:Anna
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