One Direction Imagines

This is a book I'm making to post images of you and the boys. I did not make these imagines. All of these imagines were made on another one direction app called One Direction Community. I'm posting them here because I think that they are really good. I hope you like them!


71. #71: The minute you tell him that you're ready.

#71: The minute you tell him that you're ready.

Louis: The minute you let your swollen mouth part, he goes hard in the palm of your hand, his hips jerking towards your palm. "Okay," he somewhat stammers as he tries to regain his breath, "Okay, okay...." He lets his eyes fall shut as he leans into you, his hands grabbing your hair and gently yanking you towards him, his need and hunger ever-so-strong as he thinks about fucking you harder than ever.

Niall: The words excite him and he leaves hickeys on your shoulders, neck, and collarbones. "Home? Bed." he asks in a rough voice, and the two of you stumble out of the club in a drunken haze, his shoulder slung possessively over you and your hands drifting down his back. The ride to your flat in the cab is enough to leave you two restless, his hands always on you and his mouth always on your throat.

Liam: It's go time then and he doesn't hold himself back, rubbing and grinding and pushing against you so your back falls down against the mattress. He doesn't worry about being gentle, knowing very well that neither of you wants to take it the easy way. He murmurs against your neck, "Good, good," because he's been waiting so long to have you his way, his taste buds and cock ready to take all of you.

Zayn: It takes him a minute to process the words, his mouth perched against your collarbone from where he was leaving pretty purple bruises and hickeys. "Oh?" he murmurs, his eyes dipping down to your mouth as he tries to catch his breath, since you left him panting from just those words. He smirks and mumbles something under his breath getting ready because he was going to take you so hard.

Harry: Though he was a little shocked at your forwardness, his hands didn't stop traveling south to your jeans, where he looped his thumbs and started pulling them down slowly, his fingertips leaving a trail of heat behind them. "Are you sure?" he asks in a husky and raspy voice, his mouth continuing its way down your chest and stomach, "I'm not sure if I'll be able to stop." But do you want him to stop?

Hmm so this one was a tad mature *cough*
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