One Direction Preferences

touching at the dinner table

Harry:    His finger inched up your thigh and towards your wet center. “That’s sick mate.” Harry chuckled at Louis, his finger, rubbing up and down your lips. A heavy sigh parting your lips. “Bored?” Niall asked, picking at his salad. “Yeah.”  You moaned slightly but covered it with a cough. As Harry slid over your panties, circling your clit. Before removing his hands fast when Niall dropped his fork under the table. Licking the tips of his fingers, winking. “Tease.”

Niall:  You let out a loud moan, making all the boys raise their eyebrows. Niall started chuckling, “Horny (y/n)?” You slapped Niall in the chest, “No.” You said harshly. “This food is just so good.” Shoving a piece of bread into your mouth. Niall slipped in a finger, another moan letting out. Your face turned bright red. “You guys are disgusting, couldn’t you wait ‘til you got home.”

Louis:   “Stop.” You moaned into his ear, just loud enough for Lou to here. “Why?” He chuckled, pecking your lips. He brought his hand out from under your skirt, licking his palm, before shoving it under the table again. His wet hand paling your throbbing clit, then slipping a finger in. ”Please, can w-we go home?” You breathed hard, holding in a moan. “After desert.” He whispered, pulling his finger out right before your high. “I really fucking hate you.”

Liam:    Liam continued to hold a conversation as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. You leaned your head back on the head rest, rolling back your eyes. “Are you tired?” Harry asked, you shook your head. Trying to hold in a moan and lean up. “Cat got your tongue?” Liam smirked, removing his fingers to slide up and down your slit. “N-no.” You sighed, coughing loudly to cover the loud moan that threatened to slip. “Good, you can tell them about your summer trip?”

Zayn:      First he brushed your boob, then he slowly inched inside your skirt. “Zayn.” You whispered harshly. “My parents.” He shrugged, setting aside your lace underwear, moving his first tow fingers up and down. You bit down on your lips aggressively, trying to maintain a normal composure in front of your parents.  Zayn slipped a finger in, watching you squirm in amusement. “Are you okay? You seem tense?” Your mother asked, “I-i’m fine.” You stuttered, removing Zayns hand.