Preference #21 He Has A Wet Dream
I made this one awhile back and I laughed while editing this xx
You had your head against Liam’s chest while watching a movie on the couch. He had fallen asleep, but he was keeping you warm until he started grinding on you.
“Liam, stop,” you complained, but you received a moan from him instead. You felt a bulge form onto your back making you giggle.
“Goddamn Y/N, you’re so good for, daddy,” he moaned, holding and grinding on you harder, but you were still laughing.
His moans were progressively getting louder. You tried everything in your power not to laugh. You were a bit uncomfortable, but you were still laughing.
“Are you gonna make daddy cum?” he groaned making you struggle more to get out his grasp.
“No, I don’t wanna make you cum,” you laughed, trying to escape.
He moaned on last time before knowing that he had came. “Ew Liam, that disgusting!” Yyou yelled causing him to wake up.
“What’s wrong?” Liam asked as you got up from the couch.
“Go and get changed!” you yelled pointing at his pants.
“Oh God,” he groaned walking up to our room.
“Don’t come back until you’re cleaned off and we are done with any kind of cuddling for the night!”
You sighed as you walked through the front door. “Niall?” you called out through the house while kicking off your shoes. He didn’t respond. “Niall? babe?” you called you out again.
You looked in the kitchen and the couch, but he was no where to be found. You walked up stairs and heard a distant moan coming from your bedroom. The door was closed and the moaning got louder.
“Jesus Christ baby, you feel so good!” you heard Niall moan.
You were shocked. Was he with another girl? You took a deep breath before opening the door. He was by himself, in his underwear, grinding on the bed.
“Fuck Y/N you’re so tight,” he groaned, grinding faster.
“Niall,” you laughed, shaking him. As much as you wanted him to stop it was amusing to watch him get himself off in his sleep.
“Fuck baby!” he moaned. You laughed even harder when you saw your boyfriend mess up his boxers.
“Niall, wake up!” you yelled hitting him with a pillow.
“What! What’s wrong?” he asked, scrambling to get up.
“Something tells me you had a great nap,” you laughed pointing at his boxers.
“Aw not again,” He mumbled, waking to the bathroom.
“Zayn, dinner is ready!” you yelled from the kitchen, getting two plates out. He didn’t respond. “Zayn?” you called out again.
He was only on the couch; he should be able to hear you. You walked into the living room to see him moving on the couch.
“Fuck Y/N you feel so good around me,” Zayn moaned, grinding on the couch.
This wasn’t the first time you caught Zayn having a wet dream, but it was the first time that you couldn’t wake him up.
“Zayn, seriously,” you said shaking him, but his hips just moved quicker. He moaned louder and you knew he was very close. You knew just to let him ride it out.
“Aw s-shit, Y/N!” he groaned and you knew that he had just came.
“Zayn! Jesus Christ, wake up!” you yelled with a little giggle in your voice.
He slowly opened his eyes and smiled, “Hey, is dinner ready yet babe?” he asked.
“Yeah but if I were you, I would go wash up. Down here as well,” you laughed pointing to his crotch.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Zayn asked, running his hands down his, now, red face.
“I tried babe but you wouldn’t wake. So, go and clean yourself before you eat.”
You finished putting on your pajamas and walked into your bedroom. You saw Harry passed out on top of the bed hugging his pillow. You smiled at the sight of him looking like a child.
“Y/N…” Harry moaned, hugging the pillow tighter. “You feel so fucking good,” he moaned out again.
He was having a wet dream about you. It was almost flattering that he was having dreams about you. You sat next to him and and shook his shoulder.
“Harry,” you said shaking him a bit harder.
“Fuck Y/N, I’m close!” he moaned louder.
You shook him harder trying to wake him up before he messed up the bed. He got much louder with his moans before you saw a wet spot form in his boxers making you laugh.
“Harry!” you yelled hitting him with a pillow making him wake up.
“Oh, hey,” he yawned sitting up. “I had the best dream about you.”
“I can tell,” you teased, gesturing to his pants.
“Yeah, but it was kinda hot,” you said, rubbing his arm. “Go clean your self up and tell me exactly what I did and maybe we can see if reality can beat your fantasy.”
The sound of Louis mumbling something in his sleep was keeping you up.
“Ugh Y/N,” he mumbled, shifting the bed.
“Louis, shut up and stop moving the bed,” you complained.
“Oh fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” Louis moaned.
“Oh you’re having a wet dream,” you smiled. “Louis please, faster baby harder.” You mocked moaned in his ear. You felt the bed move faster.
“Oh my God Lou!” you moaned trying to contain your laughter. You dug your nails in his back and he hissed.
“I’m so close babe,” he groaned.
“Let it go!” you said but started laughing.
“Y/N? What’s wrong; it’s like 2:00 in the morning,” Louis said sitting up.
“You don’t remember that dream you just had?” you asked, trying to calm your voice.
“Actually, it was a great dream,” he smirked.
“I think it’s obvious,” you laughed, pointing at his crotch.
“The hell Y/N. Why didn’t you wake me?” he asked, running his hand through his already disheveled hair.
“I thought it would be funny to mess with you, but if you go and clean yourself up, I’ll make it up to you,” you said before kissing him behind the ear.
“I’ll be back,” he smirked, jetting off to the bathroom.