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 Preference #345

He tells you how to pleasure yourself (His POV).

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Harry: “I wish you were here.” She was quiet and I imagined if I were there with her, the things I would be doing to her. “Touch yourself.” I kept my voice low as though we were sharing a secret. She was silent and I knew she would be pulling her panties to the side, the tips of her fingers grazing over her center, so sensitive to touch. “No, touch yourself how I touch you.” I demanded, that first escape of breath from her lungs letting me know that she’d be mimicking the way my fingers played with her, pressure to her clit, fingers curling into her until she was squirming, calling out my name as if I were there as she touched herself in the way she knew I would if I were there.

Louis: The simplicity of a note that I knew would have her on edge, my voice sinking into her head as she read the words I’d scrawled onto a sheet of paper, my words her instruction. For when you get home. Run a bath and let your body sink in. Allow your tired muscles to relax after your long day. With just your fingertips massage your breasts, working your way down your stomach. There, you know where. Spread yourself out with your fingers. Take your time. Rub yourself a little. Not too much, just until you’re right on the edge. Now, just one finger, right at your entrance. Take your time to build yourself up until you can hold on no longer. Let your body calm and relax again before getting out and heading to bed. Pleasure yourself, take your time and build yourself up for you and for me.

Niall: My desire for her grew with each moment that we were apart. Seeing her may have seemed like a good idea at the time but I knew that once she was gone from sight again that I’d be craving her. She smiled as soon as she was on camera and I couldn’t help the erotic thoughts that ran through my mind as I looked at her. My hand reached into my pants, but without notice as she raised an eyebrow, shy as she began blushing. “Niall, would you like to call me back later?” Her voice went higher, looking in every direction but the camera. “No, I want you to do the same. Come on, I miss you. Just touch yourself for me. I’ll tell you how.” I began, ready to instruct, bringing her out of her shell and into the images of her that filled my mind.

Liam: It was always fun to watch her squirm, knowing she was only wishing I would take her right then and there, when I was only allowing her to touch herself, however and wherever I wanted. “You better not cum.” I looked directly at her, at which point she looked down. “Eyes on me.” I commanded, seeing her legs tremble a little, trying to control her body and mind. “Deeper.” She moaned a little louder as her fingers sank into herself further. It was when I took myself into my hand, beginning to pump up and down my member that she couldn’t hold on any longer, my name spilling from her lips, her eyes wide as she came down from her climax, realizing her mistake as I moved to where she sat, her legs still trembling, anticipating her punishment. “Unfortunately you’d been a bad girl now. Bend over.”

Zayn: “One finger. Two fingers. Three. That’s right baby. Moan for me.” I listened on the other end of the phone, closing my eyes to picture her like that, legs spread, completely soaked in her own desire. I wished I was there, able to see her face with her mouth popped open, her back arched from the pleasure she gave herself at my command. “Tell me how good that feels.” I groaned. She was in my ear then, her voice faltering, implanting the image of her fingers disappearing in and out of her in my mind. “So good.” She purred to my every statement.

 Preference #344

Pregnancy: Having twins.

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Harry: Harry was by your side the entire time and now, as you were lying down in your bed, squeezing his hand while you pushed, releasing your pain on his fingers and palm, he was ready for your babies to come into the world. You were panting as you heard the cry of one child but you knew it wasn’t over. Harry stood on his toes, aching to see your first born while keeping his hand in yours. “Almost there.” He whispered, kissing your forehead. You exhaled as you heard the second cry, the sound of both of your babies being brought into the world bringing tears to Harry’s eyes until you were both holding one in your arms, two little boys completing your family.

Louis: Matching everything. Since finding out you were having twins Louis insisted on buying two of everything. You’d set up a nursery for the both of them with things from matching cribs to closets full of clothes for your babies. Louis was the most excited father you’d ever seen, even more so now that you were having two instead of one. Every night he would place his lips on your stomach before bed, his voice low as he spoke to his little girls. “I’ve got three girls now. I promise to protect you and take care of you.” His hand would slip into yours, giving you a little squeeze as he began to sing a little lullaby, the same tune that would fill your babies ears every night once they were born into this world.

Niall: “Two?” Niall’s eyebrows were raised as you laid back on the table, the doctor announcing that you were having twins. The news of one child had come as a shock to the both of you and now you were going to be carrying about two babies. Both of you were quiet as you wrapped up your appointment but Niall finally decided to talk when you got into the car. “You act like you don’t even want them.” You mumbled, feeling a little upset by the way he’d reacted until he explained himself. “Believe me, I want them more than anything. I’m just scared okay. I don’t know how to be a dad. Most importantly though I’m scared about leaving you and the kids alone. I just want to be there.” You could see the worry in his eyes, reaching over to grab his hand, placing it over your small bump. “Niall, we’re a family now. Wherever you go, we go.” You felt his hand expanding over your stomach so he could touch both of his children, a smile finally growing on his face with your words. “Yeah, a family.”

Liam: He’d been saying it from the moment he found out you were pregnant. “There’s two in there.” He would place his hand over your stomach. It came as a shock to you when you went for your ultrasound, discovering that there were indeed two babies you were carrying, a knowing and satisfied grin on Liam’s face. “How could you guess it was twins?” You asked as you made your way out of the clinic hand in hand. He only smirked until you got in the car, leaning over to press two kisses to your belly. “Daddy knows his girls.” He smiles, more excited than you’d ever seen him about having two little girls to spoil.

Zayn: Today was the day. You were finding out the sex of your baby. Zayn had been wanting a girl but you were aching for a little boy. Your doctor walked in, prepping you for your ultrasound, conversing about the sex of the baby beforehand, until the screen was lit with the inside of your uterus. She moved the scope on your belly, pointing out little hands and that it was a boy, Zayn a little disappointed but that smile that grew on his face when she allowed you to hear a small heartbeat was inevitable. “What’s that over there?” Zayn asked, point at the screen to another area. The doctor smiled, gliding around your stomach until you could both hear the heartbeat of another baby, Zayn’s little girl.

 Preference #343

Massage leads to something more.

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Harry: Your hands glided smoothly over the contours of his back, down to his hips and back up to his broad shoulders. “Feel good?” You asked, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. He responded with a noise that sounded like a cross between a moan and a purr. You leaned down over him, his head turned to the side so you had access to his mouth, your lips locking on his. “That feels better.” He mumbled against your lips, maneuvering a little so that he was lying on his back, an erotic massage turning into so much more.

Louis: Touch. Louis was so sensitive to your hands on him, taking care of him after a long day. You always knew when he needed it, his muscles relaxing under your hands and the crease that pulled together at his brow disappearing slowly as you worked over him. He moaned in satisfaction, that touch giving him sensations that he only experienced with you, his voice low, filled with utter satisfaction as he groaned, turning over so that you were straddled over him, where you could feel him. “I’m feeling a little tense somewhere else.” His hips flexed upward so you knew exactly what he meant, your hands moving beneath you to continue the gentle massage you knew would turn his day around.

Niall: His hands trailed over every part of your naked body. You knew this could have been a simple massage but it was so much more. Fingertips skimmed your neck and shoulders down to your breasts, light squeezes sending an aching through your core. Your eyes were closed but you knew he’d be smirking, knowing the effect he had on your body. He worked in small circles down your stomach until he reached your thighs, pulling them apart, revealing your glisten, hands working at the inner parts of your legs, further upward until he reached your center, massaging you from the inside out, knowing exactly where to touch, where to caress, exactly how to capture your body.

Liam: You’d been at the computer all day, your fingers typing away as you worked to finish your paper. You felt you were at a stopping point but still two pages behind, your fingers digging into your hair, wanting to bang your head against the wall. You felt two hands on your shoulders, Liam coming to knead away your stress. “How much more do you have?” He whispered into your ear, leaning further down so that his lips met your neck. “Two whole pages.” You sighed, crossing your arms and burying your face into them. You heard a small laugh behind you, Liam’s hands moving down so that they worked at your sides and back before picking you up and carrying you to bed. “Well then I think it’s time for a little break.” He chuckled, pulling you to him for some much needed stress relief.

Zayn: “Relax.” Zayn had been taking notice of your tension all night, the rolling of your shoulders and the turning of your head from side to side, attempting to relieve some of the stress you were feeling. “Come here.” His voice was soft as he took your hand, guiding you to your bedroom. You lie flat on your stomach, his hands reaching to lift off your shirt, fingers tracing over your back, moving to your shoulders, digging into your skin at just the right pressure. You moan into your pillow, the sound the source of his arousal along with the feeling of your skin against his, beneath him. “Turn over.” He whispers, hands running down your chest as he views your front until he reaches your pants, pulling them down over your legs, his fingers and now his lips working to relieve you off all the tension you feel throughout your body.