One Direction Preferences

Cockblocked

Harry:  Toweling yourself off, you sat down at your vanity. You grabbed a bottle of lotion and started to rub it into your legs. Harry, from his vantage point on the bed, couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He always found it erotic to see you put on lotion. Giving him a saucy wink, you turned to fix your still-wet hair. You finished combing it hair and crawled into bed with Harry. Kissing him softly, you scooted over to his side of the bed, cuddling into him. The kiss quickly became heated, causing both of you to pant. Harry rolled over on top of you and trailed his hand up your stomach and underneath the silky nightgown you put on after getting out of the shower. A groan slipped past his lips when he discovered your already hardened nipples. You hissed in pleasure as he started to gently rub over them. However, before things could go too far, Louis burst into the room with a pillow, a small teddy bear, and a bowl of popcorn. “Are we watching this movie, or what?” he said with a smirk. Harry huffed and turned to look at his best friend. “You couldn’t take ten more minutes, Lou?” He just chuckled and looked at both of you knowingly. “You’ve got time for that later! Right now, it’s time to watch the new Paranormal Activity!” he handed you the bowl of popcorn and jumped onto the bed, right between you and Harry. “Thank you, Louis Tomlinson, cockblock extraordinaire,” you whispered under your breath, a little miffed at his ruining your fun.

Louis:  You had been traveling around Europe with your boyfriend, Louis, and the other members from One Direction while they were on tour. The boys liked you a lot, and you always had a blast with them. Unfortunately, you hadn’t been getting the one-on-one time with Louis that you craved. Maybe you could make up for that tonight. You had been teasing him all day with little whispers and texts about what would happen. When you all got to the hotel, everyone checked in, but you and Louis headed up to your room when you got the key. As soon as you opened the door, he threw down the bags and pinned you to the wall. His mouth slanted over yours, and you moaned into the kiss. Unable to wait, Louis tugged his shirt over his head, followed by your own. He walked you backwards toward the bed; just as your back hit the mattress, the door to your hotel room slammed open, bouncing off the wall. “Looks like I’ll be staying with you guys while we’re here! The hotel double-booked a bunch of rooms, and mine was one of them. They’re going to look at it tomorrow since it’s so late now.” Zayn casually walked over to the dresser and started unpacking his stuff. You and Louis looked at each other, both obviously annoyed. You quickly put your shirt back on and smoothed down your hair. “Oh, no,” Louis replied with a snarl, “Stop unpacking your shit, Malik. We’re going to get this sorted right now! I was promised something, and I intend to get it. Tonight!” Grabbing Zayn by the arm, Louis started dragging him back to the lobby. “Stay where you are, love,” he called over his shoulder, “I expect you to be ready as soon as I get back.”

Zayn:  His lips tickled over your neck, and you sighed in pleasure. He moved slowly over your body, hands leaving hot paths up your parted thighs. You struggled to be quiet, knowing Niall was sleeping just a foot or so away. You tried to stop him when Zayn had started getting frisky, but your efforts were futile. He knew exactly how to get you going. One hand wriggled into your pajama bottoms and teased over your knickers. You gasped loudly. His fingers stroked over your core again and again, making it incredibly difficult to be silent. He chuckled at the strangled breath you took, the exhale causing you to shake slightly. Zayn pressed his lips to yours, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. You battled for control, gently biting his bottom lip. “Oh, yes,” came a whisper that both of you barely heard. He moved your knickers aside and pushed a finger into you. His pumping hand made it that much harder to not wake up Niall with your uninhibited moans and shouts of bliss. “Harder, Zayn. You make it feel so good.” You stilled and so did Zayn, who was holding himself up above you. Looking over, Niall’s head peaked out over the blankets, and he had the biggest smile plastered to his face. You rolled your eyes and sighed. Of course. Leave it to Niall, who was supposed to be sleeping, to make sex noises while you and Zayn were trying to fuck right next to him. “Damn it, Niall,” Zayn grumbled, removing his hands from your shorts. His answering laugh echoed in the room. “I couldn’t help myself! You weren’t quiet at all! I mean, come on. I’m right here,” Niall said around taking breaths and laughing. “You guys were trying so hard, too,” he rolled around in the bed, clutching his stomach. “Shut up,” you snapped and shoved him hard, knocking him onto the floor. It didn’t seem to affect him. He laughed even harder.

Niall:  Your hands scraped over Niall’s naked back as he sucked on your collarbone. He dug his fingernails into your sides, holding himself back from pounding you into the mattress. The only boundaries keeping his member from entering your slick entrance were his boxers and your knickers. Before it could get too much farther, the lump sleeping on the other side of the bed shifted. Shit. Liam. You were so caught up in each other that you forgot about him staying with you. “Fuck,” Niall whispered, easing down to lay next to you. His hands never left your sides as he turned to face you. You sighed in frustration, “I completely forgot about Liam being here.” Niall nodded in agreement, “Me, too. Imagine him waking up to you screaming my name,” he chuckled at the thought. “He would be so mortified,” you giggled quietly. “It’s kind of hot, though,” Niall whispered with a quirk of his sexy eyebrows. “Really?” you asked him incredulously, running a hand over his chest. Again, he nodded, this time taking his bottom lip between his teeth. “Fuck. Yes. The thought of getting caught takes me back to being at home and trying to get away with shagging a lass.” You smacked his shoulder lightly, “You did not have sex with your mum in the next room!” He let loose a laugh, “Oh, but I did. Wanna see if we can right now? Whichever one of us wakes Liam up has to give the other a sexual favor.” The lustful look in his eyes made your decision for you. “Hell yes. Come on, Mister Horan. Let’s see what you’ve got.” Niall kissed you hard before a distinct clearing of the throat was heard. “I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t do that with me right here.” Both of you burst into laughter, unable to control the giggles escaping your lips. “Looks like you both lost,” he said before rolling over to go back to sleep.

Liam:  The party at your house was still going on at four in the morning. A lot of the people were passed out in random places, but you and Liam had your room to yourself. He laid your naked body out on the bed, kissing up your legs and stopping between your thighs. He paid special attention to your soaked center, flicking his tongue over your clit. You groaned, putting both of your hands on his head, fingers stroking through his cute, little mohawk. Before you could come, Liam licked a path across your stomach and teased your nipples with his teeth. You pulled his face to yours, kissing him deeply. He sucked on your bottom lip, which made you moan huskily. You loved it when he did that. Liam pressed two fingers into your pussy, pulling them out slowly and pushing them in with a rough thrust. His pace quickly got you panting and close to orgasm. He kissed your tightly closed eyelids one at a time in a sweet gesture that opposed his punishing hands. In the middle of what would have been an amazing round of sex, your bedroom door slung open and in stumbled a very drunk, very sleepy Harry. His bleary gaze traveled the room before landing on the bed. Apparently he did not see the two of you intertwined and flopped right down. He snuggled up to you, and Liam growled lightly. “Styles, you’ve got about five seconds to get your hands off my girlfriend.” He chuckled lightly before scooting closer. “Help!” you shouted, trying to get out of his grasp, but he pulled you even closer. His hand traveled to your exposed breast, and you shrieked. Liam ripped his arms off of you and yanked you out of the bed and into his arms. “Damn it, Harry. You’re too drunk to know what you’re doing so I can’t really be pissed, but I swear if you remember this tomorrow, you’re getting a talking to.” You chuckled as you slipped on your bathrobe, “Ooh, Daddy Direction is coming out. Me likey.” Liam smiled as he looked into your eyes. “Well, does Mommy want to go somewhere else to play?” Giggling, you nodded your head. “What Mommy wants, Mommy gets,” he said, leading you to the bathroom, and this time, locking the door.