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#389 - Morning Sex*

Harry: Your hands were tucked under your pillow as you slowly started to pull out of your deep sleep. The curtains were preventing most of the light from entering your bedroom, making it easier for your eyes to adjust after being closed for so long. When you rolled over, you rolled into Harry, automatically grinning. He was so beautiful. Your arm went and draped over his chest as you shuffled closer, pressing your lips against his cheek. His light stubble tickled your lip as you pulled back. Harry shifted under the blankets and brought one hand up to rest over your arms. When he turned his head, you pressed your lips against his. He didn’t hesitate to kiss back, the kiss being soft and slow to start. As it progressed, neither of you were ready to pull away. Just for a brief second maybe to catch a little bit of air before it turned into so much more than a morning kiss. The hotter things became, the more eager the both of you were. The hand that had been resting on his chest slowly slid down to his stomach, proceeding even further to the waistband of his sweats. He pulled back from the kiss for a moment, a sly smirk on his face. You shook your head and pressed your lips back against him slowly slipping the tips of your fingers under the waistband. As soon as your hand was under the material and resting against his pelvis, he sunk his teeth into your lower lip and inhaled deeply. You pulled your head back but his teeth remained dug into the flesh. You dropped your hand and wrapped your fingers around the base of his erection. With a quiet sigh, Harry let you go and his head fell back into the pillow he was resting on. You started to move your hand up slowly, twisting it around his shaft slowly. If he hadn’t been completely hard now, he was now. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as you remained propped up next to him. Your hand began to go faster, twisting and squeezing his length. Harry lifted his hips up and groaned slightly, grabbing your wrist that was down his sweats, moving with you. You smirked to yourself and stilled your hand at his tip for a moment, dragging your thumb across his head and gathering some of his pre-cum up on your finger. Harry was moaning softly as you worked him, his eyes closed as he lost himself in the pleasure. “Ugh… fuck…” he grunted in a deep, gravelly voice, his hips lifting off of the bed slowly. Your mouth parted as you listened to him grunt and moan under your touch, your hand going quickly, up and down, pumping him and getting him closer and closer to his climax. Harry let out a gasp and his stomach tensed up, every muscle becoming a lot more prominent. The vein in his neck jutted out and his jaw clenched before his release hit and liquids flew from his tip, staining the material of his sweats. “Fuck…” he hissed out, putting a hand over his forehead and shaking his head back and forth against the pillow. You retrieved your hand and rolled over him to grab a tissue box from his night table, wiping your fingers a bit before getting up off of the bed. “Good morning…” you giggled before disappearing in the bathroom to wash your hands. You turned to turn the water on for a shower before peeking your head out of the bathroom, looking at him. “I’m gonna have a shower if you care to join me baby…”

Liam: The night before had been so busy with meetings at work and dealing with clients who had absolutely no filter, so when you got home, the only thing on your mind was bed and the fact that you would get to sleep in the next morning. You were so grateful. You had made sure your alarms were off and the curtains were closed as you got into bed, your long shirt and underwear letting you feel the soft sheets wrapped around your legs. You weren’t sure at what point in the evening you had kicked them off, but when the morning came around and Liam awoke, hit trapped his bottom lip between his teeth. Sitting up in bed, Liam reached out to run his hand over the back of your thigh as you slept on your stomach, your legs slightly apart. You were hugging the pillow to you and were in a peaceful slumber as Liam pushed himself up on his knees and carefully crawled over so he was kneeling between your legs. His hands ran up the back of your thighs, massaging the skin and pushing your t-shirt up slightly so it was around your stomach, at least the back of it was anyways. He bit his lip, knowing you wanted to sleep in, but it was already quarter past 11. Liam bit his lip and reached forwards, grabbing the waistband of your panties, starting to pull them down slowly, having a bit of trouble for a moment considering you were laying on your stomach. He did manage however, to get them down to your knees and that was good enough for him. Licking his lips, he adjusted himself on his stomach, right in front of what he enjoyed so much. Pushing your thighs apart so he could press his face closer, he put his hands on your bum and jutted his tongue out. The wet skin pressed against your slit, breaking the fleshy barrier with little force. Your clit was still hidden, not in full view as it would be if you were on your back, but that didn’t mean Liam didn’t know how to get to it, no. He had done this before and was ready to do whatever he could to make your morning wonderful. His tongue slithered along the shape of your flower his face getting extremely close to you. You were still asleep, but the deepness of it was questionable now. As his tongue slid back and forth along your slit, Liam used his free hands to pull you apart slightly. You being flat on your stomach wasn’t working as well as he had hoped though, so instead of pulling you apart he used his hands to grab your hips and lift you up a little bit so he could get under. You were coming to a bit more now and when you felt his hands lifting your hips, you did so subconsciously. It was a lot smoother sailing from there. You could feel the breath from his nose beating against your back side as he began to engulf your heat in his mouth. He was sucking the skin and managed to slip a hand under, working your little clit while his tongue focused on your hole. Your grip around the pillow tightened slightly and your breathing was getting heavier. You inhaled deeply and Liam was practically making out with your core, your wetness making it easier for him to suck and delve in. Small sounds were beginning to leave your mouth and you started moving your hips slightly, picking them up a bit more and grinding into his face. Whimpering out quietly, Liam pulled back and ran his hands over your bum, kissing each side. “Just gettin’ ya warmed up my love…”

Niall: You woke up fairly early in the morning when Niall grabbed onto your waist. He pressed himself up against your back, his arm over your stomach holding onto you securely. You could feel it though, pressing against your thigh as he held you close, the obvious erection in his shorts. You took a deep breath and ran a hand over your tired eyes, unable to ignore it. “Niall…” you whispered, keeping your eyes closed. “Mmm…” he replied, rocking his hips forwards. You bit your lip and grabbed onto his hand. “Babe…” he murmured next to your ear. Your cheeks were heating up. His morning drawl was something you never got tired of hearing. Biting your lip, you purposely pressed your bum back into him and his fingers tightened around your hand. He shook your hand off slightly and his disappeared under the covers. You could feel his fingers pulling on the waistband of your shorts so you reached down and helped him push them down. There was a brief moment where his hands weren’t on you, but when you felt his uncovered lower half against yours, you smirked. Niall had to pull away for a moment, grabbing a condom from the drawer on his bedside table. Once it was slipped on, his arms were around you tightly. You reached back under the blankets and grabbed his length, guiding it to your entrance. It took a moment for you to get him there comfortably. You hitched your leg up slightly, giving him some room. Once he was lined up, Niall took control. Slowly, he ushered his hips forwards and pushed himself into you. Your hands went over his arms and you inhaled deeply, closing your eyes. Niall’s lips pressed to your shoulder slightly parted. He continued to press into you while one of his hands trailed down your stomach before reaching down between your legs. As he began to rock his hips, you let out a gasp as he took your clit between his pointer finger and his thumb. Despite being in a sleepy haze, he still knew how to take care of his girl. Rolling the little ball of nerves between his guitar-calloused fingers, Niall kissed across your shoulder blade, his kisses open-mouthed and lazy. They still managed to shoot goosebumps down your spine though. You lifted your leg a little more and pulled it back slightly to rest your calf on his hip. He was going to put his hand on your thigh to keep your legs apart, but as soon as he stopped working your clit, you whined out in disapproval. You could feel his lips curl into a grin against your skin, and his hand went back to toying the bundle of nerves. You sighed out contently and bit down on your bottom lip, whimpering slightly and pressing your hips back even more. Both of you were breathing heavily. You pressed your hands against your breasts, palming them together and pinching at the nipples, bringing you closer to your edge. Niall moaned quietly, dropping his forehead against your shoulder blades as his thrusts became more and more sloppy. His breathing was staggered and the way his fingers moved between your legs was becoming rougher and quicker. He was close to his edge and he was getting you there. You were so close. You needed him to just keep doing what he was doing for another minute. Just another minute. You ended up finding your orgasm first, the waves of pleasure rushing through you. Niall hit his shortly after you, his body shaking against yours.

Louis: You were exhausted when you got out of the shower, these early morning shifts draining most of your energy out of you. They were going to be switched up pretty quick, but you had to tough it out for just a couple more weeks. When you came downstairs, Louis stood shirtless in the kitchen, coffee brewing and bread in the toaster. He let out a yawn and turned to face you, smiling and holding an arm out for you. You stepped into his embrace and took a deep breath, resting your head against his shoulder. “You’re so stressed…” he murmured, dragging his hand across your shoulders. “And the day hasn’t even started,” you chuckled slightly, closing your eyes. “Hey,” he murmured and you opened your eyes again. You were greeted with a kiss against your lips, a slow and gentle one. You lifted your hand gently and pressed your palm against his cheek. He pulled away with a light smack, but you shook your head and pressed your lips against his again. There was something destressing about having him so close to you. Louis forgot about the food for a moment and turned so he was facing you, his arms wrapping around you tightly. You moved your lips against his slowly and deeply, trying to pull him closer. Louis smirked and turned you so you were pressed against the counter. You leaned back and wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, sucking on his bottom lip slowly. Louis’ hands trailed down your back and he grabbed your bum slightly, his fingers denting the material of your work slacks. One of his hands started to trail around to your front, his fingers fiddling with the button and zipper but you grabbed his wrist. “I have to go soon…” you whispered against his lips. “It’ll be quick… just to help you relax…” he murmured, moulding his lips against yours again. You melted into him and felt his hand creep down the front of your pants, cupping your special place over your panties. He pushed them to the side and ran two fingers slowly along your slit, stimulating your clit enough to get you wet. When you were lubricated enough, Louis slowly, slowly pushed his middle finger up into you, causing your lips to part against his and a gasp leave your mouth. His lips curled up against yours slightly as he retracted that finger completely before coming back with two of them, carefully pushing them back. You quietly moaned and pulled your lips from his, leaning yourself back over the counter and spreading your legs apart. Louis bit his lip and slowly began pumping his two fingers in and out… in and out. Pursing your lips together, you took a deep breath and pushed some hair out of your face before resting your hand on your forehead. Eventually, he pressed his thumb against your clit and began curling his fingers up inside of you, making a little come here motion. You smiled slightly, letting out a deep breath before looking down and gripping the edge of the counter. Louis ducked his head slightly and pressed himself against you, attaching your lips once more. You were barely able to kiss back, distracted and focused on his hand between your legs. Your breathing began to pick up and they became a little more vocal than they had been. Whimpering softly, the orgasm wasn’t extremely powerful, but when you relaxed against him, your legs were shaking. “Hopefully that can help you relax today…” Louis murmured, kissing the side of your head.

Zayn: You woke up that morning, hearing heavy breathing coming from the other side of the bed. In your tired state, you lifted your hands and rubbed over your eyes before turning your head on your pillow to look over at Zayn. His eyebrows were furrowed and his skin was slightly shiny as a thin layer of seat beaded up on the surface. Under the blankets, a little lower, there was steady movement. You furrowed your eyebrows for a moment, but came to realize what was going on and pushed the blankets back. Your cheeks heated up immediately when it clicked. You hadn’t known Zayn to have chronic wet dreams, but on the rare occasion it happened. You sat up and wondered if you should do anything, if you should help. “Ugh…” he groaned, his voice no more than a whisper. “Fuck…” You bit your lip and closed your eyes, squeezing your thighs together. You reached out and grabbed Zayn’s hand, pulling it from around his length and replacing it with yours, looking down at your boyfriend. His eyebrows raised as you mimicked his pumping movements and his breathy moans became more vocal. He was already so worked up, it made you wonder how long this… dream of his had been going on. Pre-cum was oozing from his tip as you moved your hand quickly so you reacted, leaning over him and wrapping your lips around just the tip. Zayn’s eyes opened slightly, not that you noticed until you felt his hands on the back of your head. Pulling your head back, you looked over at him and bit your lip. He was actually awake now, his reactions being a lot more real. “Fuck…” he grunted again, thrusting his hips up into the bed, the muscles in his thighs and bum tightening up. You giggled softly and leaned back over him, using both your hand and your mouth to get him closer. The lower half of his shaft was being worked by your hand, twisting and pumping it with the same pace your mouth was. You hated deep throat, but that didn’t mean oral was out of the question. His moans of pleasure were getting louder and louder as his climax approached. You kept your movements steady and let Zayn guide you with his hands for a little while, closing your eyes and breathing through your nose. When his hands pulled back, so did your mouth. You let out a deep breath and began pumping him firmly, keeping a tight grip around his length. Zayn was gripping the pillow on other side of his head, the light layer of sweat over him a lot denser now. There was some dark hair stuck to his forehead as you wiped your mouth with the back of your free hand, turning your attention back to getting him off. It wasn’t long now. When he hit his high, the white liquid spurted out onto his stomach and chest, his body tight. You pulled back and smirked to yourself, grabbing him a couple of tissues, waiting for him to be done so he could clean himself up. As he started coming down, his hands loosened the grip on the pillow and eventually they dropped to his sides. His chest rose and fell heavily as he tried catching his breath. He rolled his head over and looked at you, gratefully taking the tissues and sitting himself up slightly as you pulled the blanket over his lower half. “Feel better?” you asked, unable to hold back a yawn. “Mhm…” he nodded, leaning over towards you and kissing your cheek. “You’re welcome,” you said, teasing slightly and he chuckled slightly. “Thanks babe… very much.”

Preference #432


Author’s Note: Obviously if you’ve read the title to this one you know it’s going to be sexual so if you don’t want sexual you don’t have to read it. Apologies but I just don’t want any messages calling me gross.

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Harry: Harry’s eyes sparked with mischief as he watched you, scrolling down your phone, your legs crossed, nipples erect through the thin t-shirt you wore. “Are you wet for me?” You giggled, blushing a little at his sudden question. You shook your head silently, peeking up at him through thick lashes. “Are you sure?” He asked again, his hand reaching out to feel your already damp panties. “Lay back.” He instructed and you did as such, pulling yourself up on your elbows. “What are you doing?” You sighed as he slipped a finger inside of you, smirking as he felt how completely wet you already were. “I’m gonna make you squirt.” I answered as though it were nothing, feeling you already clench around him as he added a digit. “You know I can’t do that.” You laughed at his cockiness, your head falling back, moaning as he moved in and out, curling his fingers upward. “Wanna bet?” He spoke as he moved faster, harder, until you were cumming, the smile of a winner etched onto his face as he held up a hand, completely soaked along with his own t-shirt and the comforter beneath you.

Louis: “Show me.” Louis sat back on the bed, his hands resting in his own lap. You did as instructed, your hands reaching to your center, rubbing over yourself before pulling them back to your mouth. Louis groaned and you let out a giggle, resuming touching yourself, peering over your lashes at him. “I’m gonna show you something a little new alright? I’ve only done it a couple of times.” His brow furrowed, nodding as you used your free hand, sliding two fingers inside of yourself, your other hand running circles over your clit. You moaned as you curled your fingers, mimicking the action that gotten yourself to that point the last time. Soon you were losing yourself again, your hips rolling in circles as you grew closer, taking a breath as you allowed yourself to release, squirting past your fingers, staining the bedsheets with your desire, looking up onto to find Louis in awe, mouth parted and his own hand stroking over himself, completely aroused by the sight and sound of you.

Niall: “I feel like I’m gonna pee.” Niall chuckled, still leaning over you, your legs pushed back. “You just peed before we started.” Niall still laughed, leaning down to kiss your neck. Still, you felt that sensation, growing with every thrust of Niall’s hips. “No, no, no, no.” The word spilled from your lips over and over, your hands moving to push Niall away from you. Your legs shook and your chest heaved as you came, unable to stop yourself from releasing right on the bed. You flushed with embarrassment, your cheeks reddening and your mouth parting, Niall studying you for a moment before cocking a brow, leaning back down, his mood transitioning from playful to dark at the sight of you squirting from him. “Fuck, that was hot.” He groaned as he eased himself into you again for another round, another dose of your personal drug.

Liam: You knew there was the potential that it would happen. He was so deep, bringing you immense amounts of pleasure with each of his thrusts and you could feel it within yourself, that you were coming closer to your climax. “Liam, I’m I’m—“ You were unable to finish as it started happening, his hands gripping onto your hips tighter as you rode him, your orgasm squirting out onto his member. Liam’s eyes were wide as you stopped and you wondered how he would react, getting different reactions when it’d happened during other times in your life. His reaction came with his own orgasm, pants from his mouth as the thought of giving you that pure, immense pleasure bringing him to his own.

Zayn: “Let’s try something new yeah?” The sly grin he wore on his face told you he had big plans in mind. “Just make sure you relax for me.” He leaned over top of you, first kissing against your neck and lips, moving over the swell of your breasts. You moaned under his expert touch, anticipating what he could possibly have in store for you. Slender fingers pulled at your panties, wasting no time in slipping inside you. You squirmed a little when he curved his fingers upward, touching a spot you’d never felt before, a new sensation coursing through you. His brow rose in question, making sure you were okay. Your answering moan was enough for him, continuing to pull his fingers back at a quick pace. “Zayn—“ You sighed heavily, your chest heaving as an unfamiliar feeling passed through you. You were holding back, gripping the sheets, refusing to release a breath. “Let go for me.” Zayn’s voice called, his free hand putting pressure on your lower belly, a smirk on his face as you came undone right under his touch, his tone filled with a satisfaction that came from your own. “You ruined my sheets.”

Dirty Preference #21 - Your Favorite Position

Harry: You love being in control, having his arms pinned down as you ride him hard. He get’s a full view and you get your nice share of pleasure.

Liam: You love it when he puts you on your hands and knees and takes you from behind. It’s a whole new type of euphoria and never seems to get old.

Niall: You love keeping it classic with missionary. It’s the intimacy that’s involved, looking into his eyes and kissing his lips while pleasure runs through your body.

Zayn: You get an amazing rush when doing it standing up. Your back pressed against the wall, one leg over his shoulder as he thrusts. It gives you an immense feeling and the release is amazing.

Louis: Your favorite is when you’re in the spooning postion, one of your legs up over his hips, him thrusting into you. The reason you like it so much is because if his length isn’t quite enough, he can easily reach forwards, using his fingers to get the orgasm.

#121: Secrets

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Liam: “Truth or dare?” He whispered into the dark room. Both of you struggling to sleep was fuelling these meaningless conversations. “Truth.” You whispered back, staring up at the ceiling. “Tell me a secret.” He smiled, rolling over to look at you. “Something you’ve never told anyone.” “Li, I don’t know…” You trailed off, finally looking at him. “I won’t tell a soul." 

Zayn: "Tell me what happened.” He grinned mischievously, watching you with careful eyes. “You’re gonna tell everyone.” You moaned, rolling off the couch, away from him. “I won’t! I swear! Boyfriends honour.” He laughed, holding a hand over his heart. The laughs didn’t stop though at your silly behavior of rolling around on the floor. “What about last time?” You giggled, finally sitting up to look at him. “That wasn’t a secret! C'mon just tell me.” “Don’t you ever tell anyone.” You whispered before rejoining him on the sofa.

Louis: "You really did that?“ You beamed up at him, a proud smile on your face as you stared up at him, grasping onto your water glass. "Is that so hard to believe?” He asked taking a seat next to you. “But don’t tell anyone.” He whispered dramatically. “Why, you don’t want people to know that you’re a good person?” You smirked and he nodded, shrugging, as if to say ‘Sure, why not?’ “It’ll be our little secret.” You whispered, kissing his cheek.

Niall: "Pinky swear!“ He demanded, thrusting his pinky finger towards you. "C'mon, Niall. As if you’re actually gonna break my finger if I tell.” You laughed and the beaming smile didn’t leave his face. “You swear it, or I’ll tell everyone secrets I know about you.” He winked, wiggling his finger around. “You play dirty, Horan.” You whispered, narrowing your eyes at him. “Well, I don’t fuck around with pinky swears.”

Harry: “Don’t you tell anyone anything.” You demanded after you finished your long rant. “Oh yeah, and what if I do?” He inquired, raising an eyebrow. “I’ll bite you.” You growled and he laughed. “I think I can handle a little biting, I mean those were some pretty juicy secrets.” He pushed, obviously trying to get a rise out of you. “I’ll bite you where it counts.” You snarled (mostly to hide you’re bubbling laugh) “That’s hot.”

Preference #11: Someone Walks In On A Heated Moment.

A/N: Sorry if there is any mistakes, I kinda rushed this.

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“I need you.” He whispered in you ear from his seat on the plane. You were so absorbed in the on flight movie you didn’t understand what he meant. “Need me to what?” You asked your eyes not leaving the screen once.
He grabbed you hand pulled it under the blanket, and placed it the hard bulge in his sweats. “Niall,” you gasped, looking around to see if anyone saw what he did. “Its dark, every one is sleeping, Please baby, I made the mistake of thinking about all the things I want to do to you when we get home. So technically its your fault.”
You snaked your hand under the waist band and earned a small moan as you played with his hair. You started to tease him lightly running your fingers over his hardness.
He let his eyes close and head fall back against the seat. You started to stroke him until Louis’ voice startled you.
“Do you think you guys could quiet down a bit.” You pulled your hand back, to embarrassed to do it again. “Thanks man.” Niall groaned sarcastically.

You surprised Liam with the help of the other boys. You knew he would be in the dressing room getting ready for the press conference, while the other guys screwed around backstage. You knocked on the door and waited.
“Yeh,” He pulled the door open, eyes still on his phone. “Are you going to invite me in?” At the sound of your voice his head snapped up. “Y/N what are you doing here.” He pulled you up into his arms. “How’d? What? When?” He couldn’t even start a sentence. “You miss me?”
You asked kissing him hard. As soon as the kiss started you knew there was no way he would stop.
His hands slid down your back to you ass. You push him down onto the couch, pulled you shirt over your head, and straddled him. “Mmmm” His hands slid over your bare skin, cupping one of your breasts.
He eyes went dark with lust. He leaned forward and softly sucked on the skin near your collarbones. His hand went around your back, expertly unclasping your bra. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” His voice was now thick with lust.
“Well your gonna have to wait a couple more hours, we have a press conference.” Zayn stated from the door. You pulled Liam up to cover you. Zayn walked right past as if you weren’t naked on the couch. ” Hi, Y/N” Your faced flushed. “Hi Zayn,” You grumbled back.

You were visiting Louis’ family and after dinner, he wanted to give you a tour. His childhood bedroom was the last stop. He shut the door behind himself.
You studied the walls. It looks exactly how he described it. Small. Twin size bed. He wrapped his arms around you standing behind you, his hips pressed to your ass.
“You know..” He started “I’ve always had this fantasy, to have sex in this room.” He spun you around and placed kissed all down your jaw. “I’m all about making fantasies come true.” You said seductively. Your clothes were off in seconds, he pulled you under the blankets on his small bed.
His strong arms held him over you. “You have to be quiet, ok?” He asked looked down at you. nodding you buck your hips toward him. He lined him self up and slid himself in slowly.
Just the way he groaned made you go crazy. “Lou?” A small voice barely whispered from the door. Phoebe was standing in the door. He stopped and tried as inconspicuously as he could to lay on his side. “Yeah?” He asked clearing his throat. “Mummy told me to get you. Dinner is ready.” She turned and ran from the room. You and Louis both looked at each other, and burst into laughter.

Zayn was horny, you could tell by the way he held your hips and kissed your neck in the elevator on the way up to his hotel room. When the doors opened he didn’t even notice. “Come on babe” You pulled him down the hall and into the room. When the door shut he pushed you up against the door and pulled you legs around him. He was already hard, no teasing tonight.
He pulled his pants around his ankles and pushed your short dress over you ass. Your hands in his hair. He pushed the small piece of material to the side and thrust into you hard, causing you to scream out. “Zayn,” You moaned in his ear, knowing it would only fuel his fire. His grunts were loud and getting closer and closer together as he neared the edge. Just then the bathroom door flew open. “Honestly guys? You could have checked the bathroom first.” Liam stood with his phone in hand. Zayn laughed letting his head fall to your shoulder.

The entire night at the club you could feel Harry’s dick pressed against you. His fingers had a tight grip on your hips as you grind into him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, playing with the little curls that hung there. Before you knew it, he was dragging you through the club. “We need to go home now.” He groaned through gritted teeth. You couldn’t help but notice growing erection. He shifted and pulled on this jeans attempting to get some kind of relief. You lay your hand on his thigh. “Not now.” His words were quick. You place you hand on his now fully hard member. Palming him though his jeans, he groaned. “Fine,” You quickly pulled your hand away. When he pulled up to the house, he puled you along after himself into the front door. It was dark, you stumbled in behind Harry. As soon you shut the door his hands were on you.
His teeth nipping at your neck. He fumbled with the zipper on your little black dress. It feel to the ground exposing your lacy black bra. His eyes widened “God your so hot.” He picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. You pull his shirt over his head, exposing his chiseled tattooed chest. He set you on the couch, scanning your body. Lust filled his now dark green eyes.
He slowly unbuckled his belt and jeans. He pulled them off and kneeled in front of you. His hands roam your body, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. “Har—Harry” He knew it would make you crazy. “What do you want baby?” He asked against your skin. “Please. Harry. Please.” You begged in between breaths. “Y/N, what do you want?” He repeated sternly. “Fuck me.” You groan as his fingers teased you. He gave you a wicked smile and lined himself up with you.
He thrusts into you fast and hard. You held tight onto his forearms, his grunts filled the room. Suddenly the front door swung open, Niall stood there looking down at his phone. “Harry you left your…” He stopped when he saw what was going on. Harry never stopped thrusting into you. Your face was bright red. He smiled, “Ill just leave it here.” He smiled but didn’t move. “Just go Niall.” Harry grunted.

Niall smut for anon: Sweet first time

(Hey guys! This one was requested, and as you can already imagine it’s going to be about Y/N’s first time, all sweet and cheeeeesy :P Hope you enjoy it guys xx)

He knew it. Niall knew about you still being a virgin, you already have informed him in a heated make-out session before things could get too far. Being the caring, understanding and sweet boy you fell in love with, he of course understood that and didn’t want to pressure you. He told you to take all the time you need, he wanted it to be special for you and not spontaneous. You were glad and happy about him being so understanding. You two still wanted to be prepared, in case it’s going to happen any time soon, so you already bought some condoms and lube. Little did you know that this day would be today.

“Salted popcorn? Or sweet?” Niall asked from his kitchen, which was just seperated from his huge living room by a half wall so you could see him. You turned your head from your spot on the sofa.

“Salted popcorn? Ew..” You scrunch your nose up in disgust at the thought, “Nah, I’ll go with sweet.” You smile and he nods, laughing slightly.

“Have you never eaten salted popcorn before? God, babe your missing out on something.”

A few moments later Niall returns with two bowls of popcorn, one with the sweet for you and the other one for himself. He plops down next to you, pillows, blankets and a beautiful dimlight surrounding you two, perfect for a movie night.

“At least I don’t have to share it then.” He smirks and you slap him on his chest lightly.

“Of course that would be something you worry about.” You roll your eyes, laughing anyway.

“Soo, since we watched a chick flick the last time…” Niall trailed with a smirk, you already knowing what he’s talking about.

“.. we’re gonna watch a scary movie this time.” You finish his sentence, him giving you a peck on your cheek.

“Exactly, so.. would you rather watch paranormal activity 3 or..” He looks through some other DVD’s, “Final Destination 4?”

“Paranormal activity. At least it’s without blood and stuff.” You nod, him laughing.

“Final Destination isn’t even thaaat scary either.”

“You don’t find any scary movie scary.” You raise an eyebrow.

“Right, it’s just a.. boy thing.” He states, you rolling your eyes playfully with a smile.

At first you two just lay there during the move, you cuddled up to his side and him playing with some strands of your hair. It doesn’t even take that long until you’re in Niall’s arms though, face buried in his shoulder in fear. It’s just that you always get a little heartattack when the person opens the door really slowly and then someone else opens it in a swift.

“Shit man, I swear I’m gonna die here.” You mumble in his shirt, him looking down at you.

“Aw don’t be scared, love. I’m right here.” Niall rubs your shoulders gently, keeping looking at you until you finally pull your head back, looking up at him. He gives you a reassuring smile and you can’t help but look at his perfectly light pink lips, him getting the message and tilting your head up with his hand slightly. He moves his head closer to yours, you following his actions until your nose brush against his, then your lips just softly. The little gap between your lips is filled shortly after, him pulling you in a deep and passionate kiss. Your lips move in a perfect rhythm as if his lips are just made for you. Just as Niall wants to pull back again, you get up a little bit and pull him closer to you, connecting your lips again and deepening the kiss. Niall smiles into the kiss, you returning it and wrapping an arm around his neck, playing with the blonde fluffy hair at the back of his head.

Niall runs his tongue on your lower lip, asking for entrance which you deny him at first. He groans in frustration, pulling you even closer to him and wrapping an arm around your lower back. He pushes you back gently, laying you on your back on the soft fabric of the blanket and him hovering above you. He looks down at you, smiling before going back to kissing you. This time you let his tongue slide in, slowly massaging yours in a sweet french kiss. You run your hand up and down his spine under his shirt, him moving his hand under your shirt too and tracing patterns on your side.

You tug at the hem of his shirt, hinting at him to pull it off. He doesn’t hesitate and pulls back, pulling it over his shirt in a swift before kissing you again deeply.

“God, what are we doing.” Niall mumbles into the kiss, smiling which you return. You both pull back, foreheads touching and your noses brushing against each others.

“We’re letting it happen. Niall..” You whisper against his lips, “I want you.” A smile appears on his face, him moving his hand to your head and brushing a few strands of your hair out of your face.

“Are you 100% sure about this? I really don’t want you to rush it, love. I can wait, I–” You cut him off with another kiss.

“I am more than 100% sure, Niall.” You give him a weak smile, him returning it. He crashes his lips back on yours and clothes are being removed in a swift during a hot make-out session, leaving your both just in your underwear.

“Wait, let me get a condom.” Niall says, you nodding before he gets up and makes a short run to which you assume is your bedroom. It doesn’t take long until he comes back, foil package in his hand. This is really happening. He pulls his boxer briefs off, his hard length slapping against his lower tummy. You can’t help but stare at it, making you wetter even more as he rolls the red condom over his member slowly. Niall then joins you again, catching you staring at him and grinning slightly. He hovers above you, supporting his weight on his knees between your legs.

His fingers brush the lace of your knickers before he slips it down slowly, you being even more nervous now. You’ve never been this intimate with a boy before, no one has ever seen you naked before.

“Are you scared?” Niall asks, pressing his forehead against yours and his hot breath hitting your lips. You swallow a lumb in your throat, your heart beating like mad as you nod. You’re really just worried about the pain, everyone says it hurts during the first time. But you want it so much, you want him so much. You want to feel Niall, you want to be as close to him as possible.

“A bit.” You whisper, making him frown slightly. “But I want it, Niall.” You reassure him.

“You need to relax.” You really try to, but you’re just too nervous. Niall takes in a deep breath. “Wait.” He gives me a gentle kiss, moving his hand further ‘down there’ “I’ll go a little lower.”

You’re taken by surprise as you suddenly feel his long finger brush your clit before you feel him moving his finger lower down to your entrance. A light moan leaves your mouth as Niall looks at you, smirking. You then feel his finger entering you slowly, going all the way in as your breath hitched in your throat.

“Does this hurt?” He asks you. You part your lips but are not able to say something in this state as you just shake your head 'no’, him breathing out a chuckle. He now plays with your clit roughly, your head falling back in pure pleasure at this new feeling. You take his hand, squeezing it slightly as your hands rest on your stomach. Your moans are growing louder by every second as he pumps his finger in and out. Niall moves his finger in and out one more time before withdrewing his touch, you taking in a deep breath in exhaustion, the tense in your body all gone.

“How did that feel?” You look at Niall, still breathing heavenly as he brushes a few strands of hair out of your face.

“New. In a good way, though.” You smile at him weakly. It felt amazing. And it was just his finger. Niall returns the smile before going back to kissing you again passionately, you eager to feel 'him’.

“You’re so wet.” He breathes as he moves to your ear, biting your earlobe softly. “So ready for me.”

His words send electricity through your body and you’re surprised to hear them from Niall. Then you suddenly feel his tip brush your clit before he moves it to your entrance, him looking intently into your eyes now.

“This is probably going to hurt. I’m sorry that you have to go through it, if I could take the pain away I would, princess.. please just promise me that you’ll tell me to stop if this is too much for you okay?” Niall whispers, you nodding as you prepare yourself mentally for the pain.

He slowly enters you, just a tiny little bit as he gives you a moment to adjust. It feels really, really weird to have something… 'in there’, yet it feels so incredibly good to be that close to Niall. He pushes deeper, you wincing now at the really sharp pain. You hear yourself gasp, looking up at him as he looks at you sympathetically. You wonder if that’s the pain everyone’s talking about, or if it gets even worse.

“Everything okay?”

Again you nod, him moving further into you. He still goes really slow, making sure to not hurt you too bad.

“Move.” You say after a while, already knowing it will hurt as fuck but also knowing it would hurt the same if you did it with anyone else. But it wouldn’t be as good as it is with Niall. You feel.. as if you’re one now.

“A- are you su-” You nod rapidly in response. Niall pulls out again very very slowly, never breaking the eye contact almost as if he’s searching for any regret or something. But there isn’t any, you absolutely want this. Even though it hurts.

He pulls out carefully before rolling his hips against yours slowly. The pain doesn’t decrease and you feel your eyes watering. A single tear leaves your eye, you biting your lip to hold another gasp back.

“Ssh. I know, I know.” Niall whispers, leaning down to kiss your cheek. He trails kisses along your jaw, then up to your lips again to distract you from the pain. You take his hand, intertwining your fingers as your hands rest on your stomach between you two.

After a few really slow thrusts, you notice how the pain turns into pleasure. Not completely, you still feel a bit pain though. But it isn’t as bad as it was at the beginning. Niall nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your ear and you hear a quiet moan escape his mouth. It makes you smile, knowing that you can do this to him.

“M.. move a tiny little bit faster.” You breathe out, Niall turning his head to face you, you immediately nodding again before he can ask you if you are sure. He kisses you again before pacing up the speed just a bit. It’s still slow, but not too slow. It’s just perfect and you feel the pain decreasing more and more, the pleasure overtaking you as you find yourself moaning lightly.

“Y/N… what are you doing to me.” He smiles against your skin, referring to the amazing feeling as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible.

“Here” He looks at you and you suddenly feel his hand brush your lower area, his long index finger rubbing your clit.

“Niall.” You moan, parting your lips as he grins at you, going back to kissing you. Niall moans into your mouth, rubbing small circles on your clit and keeping thrusting into you all the way in and out.

“I’m… fuck… I’m close.” He groans.

There’s a kind of rhythm now, him stopping for a short amount of time before speeding up again, then stopping again before rolling his hips against yours. You think he tries everything to bring you to that point too and you feel a pressure in your lower area, indicating you that you’re about to come as well. He moves faster again, his eyes never leaving yours as he tenses and you can feel him twitching inside of you. His thrusts are getting sloppier by every second as he rides out his orgasm, his face being nuzzled into your neck again as he groans the most erotic sound you’ve ever heard.

“Sh- shit.. fuck.. babe.” You kiss his cheek softly, shutting your eyes and your head falling back as he continues to rub your clit, making sure that you come too. He thrusts slowly a few more times, him turning his head to face you biting his lip as he concentrates, turning you on even more.

“N- Niall..” You pant, him picking up the speed and you squeezing his hand tight.

“Let it all out.” He kisses your jaw as you shut your eyes close, driving you completely insane as you come on him, moaning his name over and over again. He’s still on top of you, your breath and heartbeat still being uneven as you gasp for air. You keep laying this way for a few moments.

“Show me those pretty eyes of yours.” Niall whispers against your lips. You open your eyes slowly and tiredly as you’re immediately met by his beautiful baby blue ones. He looks down at you, looking kind of tired as well but still having this never leaving smile on his face.

“I love you.” You say, him brushing his nose gently against yours, causing you to giggle lightly.

“And I love you.” Niall gives you a quick peck on your lips before he pulls out slowly, you wincing slightly. You can tell he did you good. Niall pulls the condom off with a tissue and lays back down next to you, pulling a blanket over the two of you on the sofa. You cuddle to his side, your head on his bare chest and his arm around you.

“Do you.. do you regret it?” Niall asks after a while of just laying there, staring at the ceiling. You don’t hesitate and shake your head quickly.

“No way. It was amazing, Niall. Just how I imagined it would be.” You look up at him and he has a frown on his face at first, but it’s replaced with a weak smile quickly. He kisses the top of your head, reaching over and turning the light off.

“Let’s just sleep here? I’m too tired to go to bed now.” He says and you chuckle, nodding.

“Totally fine with that.”