Harry:
"Morning baby," Harry's groggy morning voice purred in your ear as he peppered your face with kisses. You blinked your eyes a few times, adjusting to the light, and smiled. "Well, hi," you giggled, grabbing his face and pulling him down for a gentle kiss. "Last night was...," Harry smiling, trailing off and biting his lip. "Yeah," you blushed, "It was." "Breakfast?" Harry asked, kissing your nose and jogging towards the kitchen. You stood up from bed, and pain shot through your legs, causing you to fall to the floor with a yelp. "Kitten?!" Harry came rushing in from the other room. "Sore," you winched, lifting your arms up, "Carry me?" Harry tried to contain his laughter, coming over and picking you up. "Well, don't act so damn proud of yourself."
Liam:
Liam was never too adventurous after dark, always being gentle and kind, making sure you got yours first. Which, you had always respected... until now. You just wanted him to get a little angrier, and he overheard you talking on the phone to your girlfriend about it. When you came home that day, Liam grabbed you by the waist, slamming you up against the door and kissing you fiercely. That was only the beginning to a particularly dominating evening, and when you woke up the next morning, Liam was sitting there, staring at you. "OhmygodOhmygodI'msosorry-" It all came out at once, and you looked at him, "What, Li?" He motioned to your hips, which had ten little bruises where his fingers had been. You giggled, "Liam," you kissed him, "That's nothing."
Zayn:
You had always known that Zayn tended to be a little bit rougher in the bedroom, and you never minded one bit. Until one evening he took it a bit too far, and you woke up the next morning - Zayn already at work - with love bites and bruises covering just about every square inch of your skin, and you were so sore you barely to make it to the kitchen. "I don't know, [Y/BFF/N], usually a love it, but it was too much last night..." You talked to your girlfriend on the phone, unaware that Zayn was listening from the entryway. You jumped when you felt two strong arms creep around your waist, "I'm so sorry," he murmured quietly, "You know I'd never want to hurt you." You turned around and kissed him gently, "I know," you smiled, "Just a little easier next time, okay?" "Promise."
Louis:
Louis loved nothing more than getting you frustrated in public situations, this time, it was dinner with your parents. Angry, but still desperate, you got up and went to the bathroom, Louis knowing to come after you in a few minutes. As soon as he got into the bathroom you both went into a stall, going at it, Louis holding you up. You froze as soon as you heard the bathroom door slam... and saw your dad's shoes come in. "Shit," you murmured under your breath. "HELLO? LOUIS? [Y/N]?" His yell came from right outside the stall, and Lou was so shocked he got off you as fast as possible, dropping you. "OUCH!" You fell to the ground with a yelp, landing on your ass. Needless to say, you couldn't look your dad in the eye and Louis was in trouble.
Niall:
"Niall," you stared at him, open mouthed, as he described the new position he wanted to try, "Do you think I'm a freaking yoga instructor? You realize that most women aren't like porn stars, right?" "Yeah... but come on!" You couldn't resist the baby blues, so you gave in. You were proud of yourself, and Niall was very satisfied, when the both of you were able to master it successfully. The next morning, however, you couldn't move one of your arms right. "Niall...," you nearly growled, whacking him to wake him up. "What? What!" He jumped up, and went wide eyed at your angry expression. "I swear to God, if I've dislocated my shoulder..." Niall giggled, laying back down in bed and pulling you into his chest. "Ssh," he kissed your temple, proud of himself, "It just means you were done right, love."
