One Direction Preferences

Too Hot

Niall: He backed you into the wall, his hands planted firmly on either side of your head. “let’s play a  game, baby,” he said huskily, his nose grazing along the underside of your jaw. He leaned in, his weight supported on his hands. He made sure his body didn’t touch any part of yours. “O-okay,” you said shakily. “It’s called ‘too hot’. So we aren’t allowed to touch, only kiss. Whoever breaks first and touches the other first loses and the winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser.” You nodded, your heart slamming into your ribs in excitement. “Game on, baby,” he said, right before he pressed his lips to yours. It started off innocently enough, but soon Niall was nipping and sucking on your full lower lip. You pressed your palms to the door, fighting the urge to sink your nails in his back and draw him closer. He laughed against your lips, his tongue slowly rubbing over yours. Unable to take anymore, you pressed off the wall and dug your fingers into his hips, pressing your chest to his. “You lost baby, now I get to have my way with you,.” With a wicked glint in his eyes, he walked you back to the bed and gave you a light shove on the mattress. He undressed you and then himself and covered your body with his. Slowly and with exquisite torture he sank into you inch by delicious inch. You were clawing at his back, desperate for him to hurry this along. “Patience baby,” he said from above you, his lip plump from your kisses. He pulled out and sank back in, a curse falling from his lips. Slowly and patiently, Niall rocked in and out of you until you were a writhing, begging mess beneath him and then and only then, did he let you come.

Liam: "We’re going to play a game, Liam." You said sitting down across from him on the couch. You were so turned on, all you wanted was his mouth on yours."A game, huh?" He grinned, his eyes twinkling. You explained the rules to him and you watched him slowly creep towards you, his eyes darkening to the color of melted chocolate. "Very interesting game, baby," he said huskily, his teeth grazing your ear lobe. You swallowed thickly, wondering if this was such a good game or not. He pressed his mouth to yours once, twice, three times. His lips teased yours and your palms were sweating as you gripped the couch cushions. "Come on baby, let’s play," he said against your lips. You crushed your mouth against his and Liam groaned low in his throat as he kissed you back with just as much fervor. Things were getting heated and you didn’t know how much more you could take. Suddenly, Liam’s hands were under your knees and he was lying you flat on the couch. "Daddy doesn’t want to play anymore, baby," he said darkly, ripping your shirt open. Buttons scattered across the floor and you moaned as he attached his lips to your chest. "I won, I get to do what I want to you," you said breathlessly as he tugged down your jeans. "Later, I need you. Now." You heard his zipper open and then he was inside you, drawing your legs over your hips as he slammed into you. "Fuck, yes," he growled, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he reached his peak. On an oath, he came as you tightened around him. He rested his head on your chest, trying to catch a breath. "It’s my turn," you smirked, rolling over until you straddled his lap. "This is a fun game, baby," he laughed as your lips pressed back against his.

Zayn: "Get back here," he growled scooting across the mattress. You took another scoot back, your eyes wicked with humor. "This object is not to touch, babe." Zayn glared, so frustrated and so turned on. You wanted to play this game and he was wondering why he agreed when all he wanted to do was put his hands on you. "Ugh," you pressed another teasing kiss to his lips and moved off the bed to stand at the foot of it. He followed, his eyes dark as he looked at you. You kissed him again, nibbling his lower lip. "I don’t want to play this game anymore," he said irritably, his hand snaked out and he tugged you on top of him. "You can’t tease me with your body like that when you know how much I want it," his fingers squeezed your ass and you groaned. He rolled over until he was on top of you and he brought your hips over his. He grinded against you, his jeans causing a delicious friction against the cotton of your panties. You wiggled under him, desperate for skin to skin contact. "So you get to tease me, but I don’t get to tease you?" He asked, rubbing against you harder. You groaned, clawing the sheets. "I don’t think that’s fair, baby." Helpless, you let Zayn take control. You might have won the first round, but Zayn was sure he’d win every round after that.

Harry: "Think you can do it?" You asked explaining the rules to the game. Slowly, Harry nodded. His green irises were clouded with desire and he ran his fingers along his lower lip. "I think I want to see if I can try." You slid onto his lap and he let out a groan, grinding your hips down onto his. "this is going to be fun," slowly and very gently, you pressed your lips to Harry’s. His hands curled into fists by his thighs as he kissed you back. He couldn’t last, there was no way when you were straddling him like that. His palms were sweating as you nipped his lip and then sucked the sting away. "Babe," he said hoarsely as you sucked on the tip of his tongue. "Hmmm?" you kept up your slow, torturous movements. "You win, I lose," he growled, his large hands spanning your hips. You grinned, your hands ripping the shirt off his head. Who knew a game could be so sexy? He undid his jeans as you stripped out of your shorts and climbed back on. You didn’t give him a moment before you slid down and guided him up inside you. His head fell back onto the couch, his jaw flexing, all those delicious veins sprouting in his neck. You latched your mouth onto that smooth, creamy skin and sucked as you slowly raised your self up and down. "I need you to move," he said moving your hips down. "I won, it’s my pace." He could have screamed, he was so turned on and all he wanted to do was sink himself inside of you. "Hell, no," he flipped you over, drilling your into the couch. "not a game anymore, baby," he said between thrusts. You clenched your eyes shut as Harry made you fall apart.

Louis: He wouldn’t break, no matter how badly he wanted too. Hell no, Louis wouldn’t let you beat him with this. No matter how sexy those whimpers were and no matter how much your bit his lower lip like that. Louis would win. He kissed your harder, his lips a bruising pressure over yours. “Lou,” you begged between kisses. No, he wouldn’t break, no matter how badly he wanted too. He kissed you harder in desperation, silently begging you to crack. Please, please, please. Finally, you did. Your fingers twisted into his shirt and he cursed, picking you up and backing you into the door. “Finally,” he muttered, his mouth running across your jaw as he ripped the scrap of silk off from between your legs. He slid a finger inside and your head fell back against the door. “I win, baby,” he said breathlessly, his fingers relentless as he touched you. “Please,” you moaned, unable to take anymore. Louis’ mouth was something else, it brought you to your knees in a matter of seconds. He slid another finger in, biting down on your jaw. “Come, right now,” he demanded. Instantly, you came around his fingers as he walked you both back to the bed. “I’m no where near done,” he said darkly, dropping you onto the mattress. He crawled up your body, a dark gleam in his eyes. You licked your lips in anticipation. True to his word, Louis was no where near done with you.