Niall: You let out a surprised squeak as Niall pulled back the shower curtain, bashfully turning away from him. “What are you doing?” Niall shrugged innocently, “Taking a shower,” he questioned with a sly grin. You shook your head bemused, not offering to stop him from joining you. He wrapped his arms around your waist kissing your shoulder lightly before moving his lips to your neck softly nipping the skin with his teeth. You tilted your head to the side giving him greater access, enjoying the feel of his lips against your skin. He placed one final kiss below your jaw before turning you around to face him, his eyes darkened with lust, he trailed his hands down your sides to the back of your thighs, lifting you up. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist before waging your own attack against his skin with your lips and teeth. Niall took a blind step forward to brace you against the shower wall to keep from dropping you but slid. Letting go of your left leg he placed his hand against the shower wall in an attempt to stop his fall, you let out a surprised squeal as you slipped from his waist dropping to the shower floor with a loud painful thud. Niall’s eyes widened. “Oh shit princess I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” He quickly asked bending down to help you, as your body trembled. “Where does it hurt,” he asked panic rising in his voice. “(Y/N)?” You lifted your head to face him, staring up at him with tear rimmed eyes you couldn’t hold it in any longer; you laughed hard and loud. “I think we should stick to horizontal sex,” you concluded with a laugh. He let out a loud chuckle agreeing as he helped you up, apologizing again for dropping you.
Zayn: His lips pressed hard against yours in a fury of passion as his hand reached behind your back to unclasp your bar. Breaking away from the heated kiss to catch your breath you reach down to undo his belt eagerly. Zayn moved his lips to your neck nipping at the sink with his teeth causing you to hiss lightly before letting out a loud moan when his tongue flicked across the raw mark. He repeated the action on the tender flesh of your right breast. Bucking up your hips against his trying to create friction he brought his mouth back down on to yours, sucking your bottom lip in-between his teeth pulling it sensually, until your hand found its way around his shaft causing his jaw to clinch. You yelped in pain as you pull away from him setting up, hand flying to inspect your damaged lip. “Shit, babe I’m so sorry,” he exclaimed once he noticed the light trickle of blood. He jumped off the bed running into the bathroom. You flopped back onto the bed letting out a frustrated groan. Zayn returned in seconds with a damp towel and you knew by the concern in his eyes that the two of you wouldn’t be finishing your extracurricular activities anytime soon.
Louis: “Lou, can’t you wait,” you question bemused by your boyfriend. He was trailing kisses along your neck and jaw trying desperately to draw your attention away from your books on the kitchen table and to his growing problem. “No,” he mumbled against your skin with a light chuckle before picking you up from the chair making you stand and face him. His lips instantly connecting with yours to stop the protest he knew would be coming. You melted against him as he reaches behind you pushing the text books and papers off the table, replacing them with you. Giggling you pulled away from him. “The kitchen table, really. We eat on this table,” you joked, with a smile. Wondering where his sudden urge to have sex in every room of the house had come from. “Who says that not what I’m going to do,” he smirked at you, as he took your skirt off. With that your anticipation grew. Unfortunately for both of you, mainly you, neither of you had question the stability of the table. As Louis crawled on top of you and things began to get heated, two legs of the table broke sending you both crashing to the ground and his full weight to land on top of you. After you let out a pain filled groan Lou placed his hands on either side of you to push himself up. You stared at his shocked expression with wide eyes, before both of you began laughing, Louis cursing the now broken table. “Ouch,” you mumbled leaning up to rubbing your sore back. He kissed your lips sweetly. “That’s not how that was supposed to end,” he apologized, causing you to laugh, again.
