One Direction Preferences<3

Love making

 

Love making

Harry: ”Please,” he whined, chin resting on your shoulder, plump lips near your collarbone. You smirked in the dark room, seeing his deep green eyes near yours. It was late at night but he had barely just walked through your front door. His working hours were crazy these days, making you miss each other . “Harry it’s past midnight!” you protested, hand stroking his cheek lovingly. You knew he was exhausted and stressed, even when he didn’t say so, “And you need to sleep.” He chuckled, kissing the nape of your neck lovingly, “I need you more.” His green eyes were pleading you in the dark room. Your bedcovers were surrounding you two, keeping you both warm.  “Fine, but only because I love you,” you mumbled, unable to keep a happy smile off your face. Harry smiled back, dimples showing in the moonlight when he lowered his warm lips on yours. “Crazy girl,” he hummed against your lips, moving above you, making the bed sheets ruffle. He took all his rings off, smirking at your shocked face. “What?” he questioned almost laughing to your reaction, “Those would be awfully on the way, kitten.” You gulped, grabbing his neck, lowering his mouth on yours when the heat started to burn your belly like a fire. He smiled to your kiss, big hands roaming your small body, touching every inch he reached. “I love you,” you sighed to his dark curls when his lips traveled all the way down your neck to your breasts. His hair tickled your chin, making you wrap your fingers to it, making him moan against your skin before smiling. “You do?” he teased smiling, other hand traveling down, making you nod when his cold finger touched you lightly. You could feel his smile on your skin when he blew cold air to your nipple before looking up to you with his beautiful eyes. “I love you too.”

Louis: You smiled, running your hand over his firm chest, admiring all the muscles and tattoos he had. His eyes were partly closed when you laid next to him in the warm bed, legs tangled to each other. “You were awesome today,” you whispered against his skin, making him stir down at you, small smile playing on his lips. His hair was still lightly damp after his shower, making your stomach hurt. He was so beautiful and handsome without even trying. He smirked when your lips touched his chest tattoo, his hands glued on your bare back. “I love football and I love the feeling how I can help,” he admitted, gentle and tired smile covering his stubbly face. “I know,” you said proudly, rewinding his charity match over and over again in your head. “I’m so proud of you Louis,” you whispered against his lips, before kissing him passionately. He smirked against your lips, parting them so he could get on control. You sighed in bliss, feeling how his hand stroked all the way of your back, stopping on your bum before giving it a light squeeze. You giggled, lifting your body above his, making his pearly smile glow in the moonlight. “I love to make you proud,” he said smiling genuinely, making you peck his lips before straddling him gently. He beamed at you when you sat on his belly, looking down at his blue sparkling eyes. His hands were holding your thighs when you leaned down to kiss his collarbones, making him sigh. His hands stroked your skin, making your legs go goose bumps when his long fingers traced it. Your lips were connected, moving in sync, not letting any noises. He tasted like Louis; a bit of his sports drink, toothpaste and just him. It was the taste you missed on your lips when he was away. You smiled at him, sitting straight, letting his small hands unlock your bras gently. He smirked devilishly before kissing both of them, making you tangle your hands to his wet hair. “I think you should come to see my playing more often, babe,” he chuckled against your breasts, making you roll your eyes at him before kissing his nose. “Actually, I think so too, love.”

 Liam: You snuggled against his chest, burying your nose to his scent. It was the first day he was back from his tour, making you almost desperate to want his cuddles and endless love. “Hiya,” he cooed surprised, smiling to your sudden cuddliness. His strong arms wrapped around your body, holding you close in the small couch he was laying. “Don’t ever leave me again,” you sighed against his chest, listening his steady heart beats what made you feel safe and home. He chuckled to your hair, kissing it few times before taking a blanket and covering you both with it. “Did you miss me that much?” he smiled, half-joking knowing that your heart had almost broke every time he left. You snorted, making him beam at you before kissing your lips gently. “Liam?” you whispered to his chest, playing with the corner of the blanket. “Yeah, babe?” he asked silently, gentle hands stroking your back with such a care it made your heart swell. “Make love to me,” you whispered, looking at his brown eyes what were always full of love and adoration towards you. A small smile broke to his face, lifting the ends of his lips. In no time, his lips were placed on yours, long fingers tracing patterns to your gentle skin, making you shutter lightly. His cold fingertips were just above the headband of your knickers, making you squirm in anticipation. It had been so long that you two had been together like that. Yes you had sex whenever you visited him on tour, but you never had time for slow, passionate making love. “I missed this,” he sighed against your soft lips, gasping for air every time your hands tangled to his brown hair, tugging a little. “Me too,” you murmured against his lips, feeling how he let his hands travel farer than the band of your knickers. You moaned against his lips, making his brown eyes full with love, lust and anticipation, “Yeah, I definitely missed this.”

Zayn: “Zayn?” you asked quietly, making him jump lightly, seeing your small figure on the doorway. “Yeah, boo?” he asked smiling gently, looking at you, clothes full with spray paint. “Come to bed, it’s late,” you smiled, looking down at everything he had got done in his day off. He was surely a talented painter. His black eyebrows squinted when he looked at the clock, realizing how late it really was. “I’m sorry love,” he sighed running his hands over his hair, “I didn’t notice the time.” You smiled, sitting next to him in the painting room’s floor. “I figured,” you smirked, reaching to kiss his soft lips. He smiled, pulling you against him, letting your foreheads touch. “I love you, Zaynie,” you whispered against his lips when he laid you to your back on the floor, careful not to touch any paintings. “I love you too,” he said seriousness covering his voice when his eyes stared at you for a while. His eyes told everything his words couldn’t describe. You felt a small tug on your belly when you kissed him again, letting him have a control over your body. His hands were dry after painting all day, making you ache your back every time he touched you. His lips traveled all the way to your belly button when, leaving small gentle kisses what made you feel dizzy. His hands were tugging your shorts when you lowered your hands to pull his shirt away, revealing his tattoos. You moaned, feeling his body pressed against yours in the darkening room. He was so near you could count his eyelashes. “I want to marry you,” he murmured against your lips before catching them to a long kiss. No words were needed when he slid his hands down your torso, making you bite his shoulder gently. His other hand was supporting your back when he lifted your lower body off the floor, making you whimper against his neck. He was fully concentrating on you, with same ambition you had seen on him many days what he had used painting in his room. His eyes were making art while you squirmed under him, making his breath hitch. “I want to marry you too.”

Niall: You smiled tiredly, tracing your finger over his muscly, white arm what was resting on your belly like protecting you. His eyes were closed, small snores only noise in the room when he rested next to you, lying on his belly. His hairy legs were tangled on yours, making you relax at the contact. He always made you feel so safe, even when he was sleeping. His naked torso moved a bit with every breath he took. His bum was covered by the bed sheet, but upper body lay against the mattress white and muscly. Your eyes roamed every dimple and mole he had in his milky back, stopping just above his bum. Your lips found each of his dimples, making his body tremble under you. You could tell that he was awake when you planted a kiss to his spine, making him moan silently. His arm guided you gently to lie next to him when he connected his lips with yours. You often protested kissing before brushing your teeth, but he didn’t let you out of his grip. The sheets ruffled when he turned around, pulling you against his firm chest. Your hands played with his chest hair when your lips were connected, legs rubbing against each other slowly. You were tiny next to his body, just perfect him to embrace to his arms and never let go. “G’mornin’” he mumbled between kisses, moaning slightly when you let your other hand stroke his hip bone. “Morning love,” you sighed against his lips, making his blue eyes sparkle. You smiled happily, making his low chuckles fill the room. You loved his laugh more than anything. “I love breakfast,” he mumbled, dipping his calloused fingertips to your warmness, making you whimper silently. His accent was thick, making the heat boil in your lower belly. You smirked pressing your body against him, making his face flush red when he tried to control himself as best as he could. “and I love ye,” he mumbled to your neck, finally filling you with himself, making you two melt to each other.