One Direction Preferences

sexual tension

Niall: He was going out of his mind. He didn’t know what do do with himself. He’d been aching for you all day, his body burnig. He watched your hips sway to the beat, slowly, tantalizingly seductive. He was hypnotized by their movement, the way you swayed with the beat. You ran your hands down your hips, slowly circling. He licked his lips, his knuckles cracking as he watched you. He was rock hard in his jeans, aching to bury himself inside you. You smirked at him, knowing exactly what you were doing. Your eyes were dark, almost black as you licked your lower lip in invitation. Niall was about to snap. You had those tight jeans on and that low cut shirt, the swell of each breast peaking out. He wanted to run his tongue over them, tasting, savoring. He shifted from his spot in his chair trying to relieve some of the tension. You crooked your finger at him, beckoning him to come to the dance floor with you. The beat was heady, sensual, perfect for all the things he was feeling. He stalked towards you and your eyes dilated further. He looked so sexy in his snapback and tank top, his faded jeans falling into his white Nikes. You were itching to run your fingers over his skin, drive him crazy. He reached you in three strides, his long hands claiming your waist roughly. He dragged you into his body, your breasts flush against his chest and he groaned. You felt him by your hip and you grinded down on him, feeling him swell further. His hands trailed down your body as he swayed with you, your bodies fused together. Jesus, you felt amazing.  ”I need to get you home,” he groaned as you worked your ass on him. He couldn’t take it, he needed you naked and beneath him now. “Babe, now, please.” You stretched against him and he kissed your shoulder, his teeth nipping at your skin as you pulled at the hair on the nape of his neck. He crushed his mouth to yours, his tongue doing amazing things, and you couldn’t help but imagine it somewhere else. You nipped his lower lip then licked the sting away, your hands lightly running down his hard-on. “That’s it.” He dragged you out of the club and into a taxi, settling you down in his lap as he worked his mouth feverishly over yours, cupping your breasts in his hands. You moaned, trying to control yourselves until you got inside. Once you stumbled through the door, your back was immediately to it as he ravished you. He pulled your jeans off and you threw his belt across the room. “I need you inside me,” you panted. “Fuck that’s so hot.” he groaned, his hands cupping your ass. You jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist as he sunk into you, both of you moaning. “So fucking tight,” he murmured, thrusting into you again. Your head fell back against the door with each thrust as he claimed you, heart, body and soul.

Zayn: He was lazily sketching on the bed, another quiet night at home.  He yawned, his eyes flicking to the bathroom where you were showering. It was a little past midnight and he decided to call it quits. He marched into the bathroom without knocking to brush his teeth. The glass to the shower was hazed, but he could still see your naked body through the glass. His fingers tightened on the marble as he brushed, watching your hands glide down your body as you rinsed off the soap. He instantly hardened, wanting to run his hands down all that beautiful skin. He stood there and watched you, his breathing more and more uneven. You shut the water off and opened the door and stepped out, your eyes widening when you saw him there. He watched the water drip down your body to puddle at your feet and his mouth went dry. You wrapped the towel around yourself, blushing slightly. He rinsed his mouth out, taking a few deep breaths. Jesus, you were beautiful, and all his. He stepped out of the bathroom and you dropped the towel again, and he groaned. “You’re killing me,” he said falling face down on the bed. You laughed throatily, knowing how susceptible he was to your charms. You both had to be up early in the morning but you decided on having some fun. You slipped a satin night gown over your head and came up behind him, your chest pressed to his back as you nibbled his ear. “Don’t you want me?” you whispered, watching the hair on his arms rise. He groaned again, his body pressing back into yours. “I’m all yours,” you said running your tongue along his jaw. His hands twisted in the sheets, the last of his self control snapping. He flipped over, sending you both flying as he settled between your legs pressing into you. You moaned, your back rising off the bed so your chest became flush against his as he rubbed against you. “Can you feel how bad I want you?” he said huskily, feeling the heat between your legs. “Feel me, baby, feel me,” and God did you feel him. “I couldn’t want you more,” and he proceeded to show you just how many ways he wanted you. Over and over again.