Harry: You stand outside the bedroom door for a moment, listening to the moans coming from inside the closed door. You’re about to burst in when there’s a distinct male moan but it isn’t Harry’s. You push the door open to see Harry laying on the bed, eyes trained on the TV as he palms himself through his boxers. “Uh…I can, I can explain” he stutters and you smirk. “Poor baby, were you horny while I was at school?” you tease, stripping down to your panties before crawling onto the bed. “Yeah, I was” he explains. “You could have texted me… I’d have skipped my last class for that” you tell him, cupping him through his pants while he fumbles with the remote to shut the TV off. Liam: You loiter in the doorway of the living room as Liam sits with his back to you on the couch. A scene to clearly belongs to one of Harry’s DVD’s plays out on your large flat screen; two girls are going down on each other and Liam looks tense. “Is that every man’s fantasy, two girls?” you question, trailing your fingers across his back and he startles. “I could do that, if you wanted” you say softly, straddling his hips and he grunts. Niall: “Are you watching porn?” you ask from the doorway of the bedroom. Niall gasps in surprise while fumbling for the DVD remote to shut the TV off. “No… no, of course not” he stammers, trying to hide the bulge in his trainers and you smile. “I think you were. Someone must be horny” you tease, crawling onto the bed until you’re straddling him. “If you wanted real porn Niall, you just had to ask and we could have made our own private tape” you tell him and he groans. Louis: You already know what he’s doing before you walk in to the bedroom. He was never really good at turning the volume down on the laptop. You walk in relieved that his hand isn’t down his pants and sit down on the bed. “We could do that.” You assure him. He smiles at you and closes the laptop. Zayn: You had walked in from work to find a man and 3 women going at it on the television with no one in the living room watching them. You didn’t say anything; you just sat down and picked up where Zayn had obviously left off. When he walked back into the room he was a little shocked that you were sitting there watching it. “Don’t think you three is a little much?” you question. “I mean you can barely handle me.” You say turning around to meet his gaze with a cheeky smile. :)