One Direction Prefrences

Scruff

Niall: You haven’t seen Niall in a few days due to both your busy schedules, but now you’re finally in the doorway of his flat, wrapped up in his arms as he nuzzles his face into your neck. Stepping back he looks at you expectantly. “Notice anything different?” You look him up and down, then glance around the room. “You… Cleaned?” He rolls his eyes and lets out a huff, grabbing your hand to bring it to his face. Barely, just barely, you feel a little peach fuzz on his jaw line, and you have to stifle a giggle. “See? I have scruff!” He’s so proud of himself, you can’t bear to rain on his parade. So instead you grin and nod, pecking his lips before whispering in his. “I love it.”

Liam: Today is finally the day where Liam comes home from tour, and the minutes could not tick by any slower. After what’s felt like days, you see the boys, and specifically, Liam. His eyes meet yours, and it’s all you can do not to jump the gate just to get to him faster. Then your arms are around him and you never want to let go. The scruff you had once only seen in pictures is now soft beneath your fingers and rasping against your cheek. You blush as you think about how nice it’d feel in other places, and Liam seems to catch on. Smirking, he rubs his jaw against the soft and sensitive skin of your neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine. “I take it you like it,” he chuckles. Yes, yes you do.

Harry: Finding no need to leave the house, you and Harry find yourselves spending your time in bed, too content to get up. It’s been like this for a few days, only getting up to grab food and use the bathroom. Waking up from an unplanned nap, you roll over to find a still sleeping Harry. Studying his face, you can’t help but softly giggle as you notice a bit of scruff that’s appeared on his face after a few days of neglecting to shave. As gentle as you can be, your fingers trace the line of his jaw and above his plump lips. Your touch rouses him, and he looks puzzled until he feels it too. His nose crinkles but you kiss away the lines, murmuring, “Keep it, I like it.”

Louis: You weren’t sure you liked Louis’ new facial hair at first, but now all those reservations have been thrown out the window. Louis’ chin rests on your stomach, a mischievous and lustful glint in his eyes as his scruff rubs against your already heated skin. The roughness of it causes your nerves to prickle, goose bumps appearing as you impatiently wait for him to continue. As he chuckles, his warm breath washes over you, soft compared to the scratch of his chin. “Thought you didn’t like this,” he murmurs darkly, rubbing his face against you again for effect. Fervently you shake your head because you had been wrong, so, so wrong.

Zayn: It’s a dark contrast to his caramel skin, the dark hair on his face accenting his cheekbones. Where it should be rough and itchy, it’s soft beneath your fingertips. He hums in amusement, both of you amused by how he seems to enjoy this petting of sorts. You trace the line he’s shaved, noting the contrast of smooth and scruffy. He pushes his face into your hands when your fingers still, acting like a cat needing attention, needing your touch. With a chuckle, you continue, one hand in his hair and one hand on his face, secretly enjoying this just as much as he is.