One Direction Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

“Big words. Prove it.” He was on her in seconds shirt ripped open buttons flying, mouth on her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks as he growled, “Gonna fuck you so good you’ll feel me for days.”Hands shoved her pants down, fingers finding her soaked instantly. He plunged two deep, curling hard, pumping fast while his thumb ground against her clit.“Fuck, listen to that,” he rasped, adding a third finger, stretching her. “This greedy pussy’s dripping all over my hand. You’re soaked for me, aren’t you? Been thinking about my dick all day?”She arched, laughing breathlessly, hips bucking. “Shut up and fuck me already...”He grinned, withdrawing his fingers and sucking them clean with a filth

His body is warm, just enough to make me stop from shivering. "Is that work?" I asked in a small voice, careful that the person on the other line might hear it. Uno touched my back in an up and down motion, making me lean my head against his chest. The usual mixture of musk and manly perfume invaded my nose as I sniffed on his shirt. "Yeah..." he kissed the side of my forehead. "Yes, just send me the details. I need to hang up, my wife is already tired." "Of course not! It's already time to sleep, dude!" His shoulders shake and his eyes sounded a bit disappointed. Seems like the man in the other line teased him or something so maybe they are close to each other, huh?

Grayson’s hoarse voice came through the line. He seemed not to have noticed the caller ID. My voice was rough as my chest ached faintly. “It’s Waylon.” He immediately seemed to understand, then let out a crooked, wicked smile. “Oh, Waylon. Camelia’s right next to me. She didn’t have her phone just now. I’ll hand it to her.” Soon, Camelia’s gentle voice came through the phone. “Waylon? Why did you suddenly call me?”

This facility offered us a second shot at a life we had worked so hard to create. I picked up my phone off the counter, thinking I would see a text from either Vanessa or Kyle, who were both contentedly adjusting to their new lifestyles, but the screen displayed something different. an unidentified number. I opened the message and felt sick to my stomach: "Did you believe that forever would be simple?" I felt my blood chill. Before I could comprehend the contents, I received a second message with a single picture. On our patio, taken just minutes earlier, it was us.

“And if I fail to give you 100 chemistry pickup lines?” “I will get to that later so do we have a deal?” “Yeah, I guess we do.” Dwight said as he brought his hand for a handshake. And that’s how my problems started, I thought he wouldn’t actually give me a 100 pickup lines, because for a while, he kept quiet and I thought I was victorious, hell I was already making planes of what I will tell him to do, but I didn’t know that he was just getting ready, now we are on number 84 and I have never been so frustrated since that holdup in traffic five years ago in Senegal. I already told him to stop, but his smart reply was we had a deal…. I made a deal with the fucking devil.

They smirk and raise their coated fingers, then dip them into their mouths. “Fuck, Miss,” the second one growls, the vein in his neck visible. “You taste like marshmallows.“ “Oh… Moon,” the first one says calmly, shaking his head as he savours the sweet taste of me. “I really want to eat you down there.“ I do not respond, but my heart swells at their compliment. 'Beep. Beep.' The shrill sound of a phone breaks the moment. “Who the fuck is that?“ the first one spits, his voice thick with irritation. “It is better be someone important.“ He stands and walks towards the couch where the phone is.

T‌he women were laughing, touchi‌ng hi⁠s ar‍m, whi‍spering things he di⁠dn’‌t pu⁠sh away. Eve‌lyn’s chest ache‌d so deeply i⁠t burned. She turned to leave, needing air—nee‍ding space—when s‌he hea⁠rd on‌e o⁠f them giggle: “You’re too handsome t‍o‍ be tied down.” ⁠ Lucas s⁠mir⁠ked. “Who sa⁠id I’m tied down?” Ev‌elyn fro⁠ze. So‍mething fragile inside‌ he‍r cracked.

With a smaller audience next time? I hit send and squeezed my eyes shut. How was it Lincoln could flirt and express his feelings over text, but not in person? Maybe I should start all conversations with him via text in the future. Tall, Dark & My Boyfriend: If it’s bad, I don’t want to be good. I legit squealed like a preteen girl at a One Direction concert in the restaurant bathroom when I read his reply. Before he could change his mind and go silent on me, I thumbed out a response.

Jake whispered, nibbling my earlobes. “Hey,” Matt butted in. “No funny business under my watch kids.” Our laughter filled the confines of Rover because of what Matt had muttered. Matt, being Matt, decided to educate us about contraceptives and what effect it had on our bodies. Mel found a way to shut him up, though. She played our favorite One Direction song, ‘One thing’, making our ears perk up. We sang on top of our lungs, and even Jake covered his ears from our cracked voices.

I know he's Chase, one of the 'populars', so why is he talking to me? "What do you want?" I said harshly, but I don't think he got that I didn't want to talk to him because he just smiled flirtatiously at me. "Someone better call God, because I think he lost an Angel." he smirks at me. I give him a straight face. That's the worst pick up line ever. "No someone better call the devil because I escaped from hell." I said sarcastically "Hey baby girl what's your code."he asked