One Direction Imagines/One Shots

“Hurry up, Styles! We wanna start!” Niall shouts towards the kitchen where Harry is currently in, fetching some liquor to play truth or dare with. You silently chuckle to yourself and look around the room.
There are Liam and Dani, happily cuddling along, Louis and Eleanor, engaged in a mock-fight, Zayn texting away, and you and Niall, your absolute best friend. It was a normal Friday evening at the boys’, but instead of going out, you guys decided to stay in and play drinking games.
“I’m back!” Harry announced when he walked back into the living room, carrying various bottles and glasses. He plops down on the couch beside you and grins in your direction. You shyly brush your hair out of your face and avoid eye-contact. Harry had been making you nervous from day one, but you always tried hard not to let him notice you had a little crush on him.
“Alright, here’s the rules: you have two truths and three dares. We spin the bottle and whoever it lands on has to take a sip and then chose. If you refuse to do a dare, you have to take a shot. If you do a dare properly, the others have to. Set? Go!” Louis said and spun the bottle, having it land on Zayn.
“Dare,” he smirks smugly and you make funny noises. Louis pretended to think it over for a moment before challenging Zayn.
“I dare you to do 7 minutes in heaven with Y/N” Louis blurts out and you groan in frustration. For some reason, all the guys thought Zayn and you would make a cute couple. Zayn shrugged his shoulders and got up from the couch. Taking your hand, he drags you into the cupboard under the stairs, accompanied by whistling and shouting. Once inside, he turns towards you.
“I hate this,” you state, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Zayn sighs heavily and puts his arms around you to hug you tightly. Him and Niall knew that you had a soft spot for Harry. Zayn was rubbing your back soothingly.
“Do you wanna make him jealous?” Zayn asked after a few minutes of innocent cuddling. You free yourself from your embrace and look at him questioningly.
“What do you mean?” you ask him. He chuckles and reaches for the hem of his shirt. Your eyes widen when he takes it off, but you are dumbfounded when he hands it out to you.
“Take my shirt and I’ll wear yours, he’ll think we did something,” he said and you grin mischievously. Zayn was a genius. You quickly get rid of your boycut shirt and handed it to him. They were both dark green, so you could think that in the dim light of the cupboard, you could’ve switched them by mistake. A knock on the door made you jump slightly.
“Half a minute, guys! Get your clothes back on!” Louis shouts through the door and you could hear giggling outside. You join in the excitement, pretty sure they were all assembled right outside.
Just as you were pulling the shirt down over your stomach, the door opened and you blink into the bright light.
“Jeez, Louis, whatever happened to half a minute?” Zayn grumbled and you file out. You wipe your mouth for dramatic effect and return to the couch, continuing the game. Zayn spun and it landed on Niall, who did a truth, then it was Louis’ turn, who went over to the neighbours butt-naked and asked for sugar.
You were all basically in tears, and you were holding onto Harry’s arm tightly while Louis returned. Harry had been a bit silent since you came out of that cupboard, but he was probably just getting drunk.
“Hey, isn’t that Zayn’s shirt?” Liam suddenly said and points at you. Everyone stopped laughing and looked at the two of you. You pretended to look down on yourself and faked surprise.
“Oh, must’ve switched them by mistake,” you say smugly and smile at Zayn. He nods at you and begins to take off his shirt. Thanks to the alcohol, you are neither embarrassed nor shy in front of your friends, so you quickly mimick his actions, taking his shirt off before shooting it across the room onto his lap. He did the same and the others cheered enthusiastically. Well, all of them except Harry, he was staring at you with a hurt look in his eyes and a grave expression on his face.
Louis spins the bottle again and it lands on you. You take a long sip of your vodka before saying “Dare.” Louis was actually, in all honesty, rubbing his hands in excitement.
“Well, Y/N,” he started, still thinking. Harry interrupted him by leaning over and whispering into his ear. Louis listened and then grinned dirtily.
“Y/N, I dare you to get blindfolded and then find out which one of us is kissing you! Three times! In the cupboard!” he said and they all laughed. You look at him in shock. Why always that damned cupboard?
“For god’s sake, Louis, what is it with you and that cupboard?” you groan and get up, walking towards it. They all followed and Liam knots a tie around your eyes. They shove you into the cupboard and close the door. You can hear them arguing before the door opens and someone steps inside.
You can smell him even before his lips make contact and you grin into the kiss for a second before biting down hard on his bottom lip. He let out a manly scream and you triumphantly shout “NIALL!” while he left the cupboard again. You can hear them booming with laughter outside before the door squeaked again.
Soft fingers find your cheeks and even softer lips attached themselves to yours and you were speechless for a moment. The kiss lasted a couple of seconds and you hear a faint giggle when they detached their lips again.
“Eleanor?” you ask surprise and she burst into laughter. She went outside and you can hear them laughing again.
“She’s good,” Eleanor said and then the third person entered. It was completely silent again.
Calloused fingers find your cheeks and you can hear the other person breathe heavily. One hand goes around your waist and they press you hard against them. You can feel a huge bulge in tight pants and your mind stops for a second.
It couldn’t be, could it?
Minty breath reaches your face and you part your lips slightly while his grip on your cheek tightens and he kisses you. Soft at first, sighing into it. When he pulls away again, you can still feel his lips only inches from yours.
“Harry?” you whisper thunderstruck, and he pulls away the tie across your eyes. You can make out his beautiful face in the dim light of the place and the look in his eyes was one full of lust and desperation. You stare at each other for a moment before your lips found each other again, deepening the kiss. Pressing your bodies together, hands tangled in your hair, you try to get as close as possible. His hand slips underneath your shirt and he takes it off while you unbuckle his belt. You had been waiting for this moment far too long and his desperate kisses told you he felt the same way.
“Guys? Everything alright in there?” you suddenly hear Louis call from outside. Harry quickly smiled and stuck his head out the door.
“We might take a while, you guys should go back to playing,” he says curtly and returns to your wanting body. You are hot, wet and full of dirty thoughts. You want Harry, no you NEED Harry.
“Did you really make out with Zayn before?” he asks you in between feverish kisses. You pull his shirt above his head and stare him down.
“No, it was just to make you jealous,” you admit. He grins his signature Styles-grin and unhooks your bra.
“Well, it worked,” he said and lowers his head, teasing your nipples with his tongue. You almost moan really loud with pleasure. His touch was magical.
Pretty soon, all of your clothes were gone and you are teasing his hard-on with your hand. He was so beautiful. Harry’s eyes had glazed over with lust and he brings one hand down to your wet core. You close your eyes with pleasure and rub against him. He chuckles and pushes you legs apart. You look at him again. His thumb was rubbing over your clit and he had positioned his tip at your entrance.
“Ready?” he asks huskily and you nod. Slowly, teasing you endlessly, he inserts himself into you and you gasp with surprise. Harry did not only look big, he also felt big once he was inside you.
Once you had gotten used to his size, he starts moving, banging you against the wall behind you. You had one leg slung around his waist, granting him perfect access, and were steading yourself with your hands on the steps above you. Harry was going faster and faster, and you were beyond the point of being silent.
“Do you like that, Y/N?” he asks you in between thrusts and sloppy kisses and you nod your head excitedly.
“I thought so,” he continues on and his thrusts become even deeper. You scream his name loud seconds before reaching your climax, noticing him coming at the same time.
You hold on to Harry’s sweaty frame afterwards, panting heavily.
“Wow,” you finally manage to say and he grins at you. Sliding out of you, he cups your face and makes you look at him.
“Don’t you think this was a one-time-thing. You’re mine now,” he says and gives you one long, passionate kiss.
You don’t really mind that at all.

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