One Direction Prefrences and Imagines

Prefrence #40 " You break one of the other boys' beds while having sex"

Harry: Harry was still butt-naked, and you had pulled his t-shirt on. You both stood there, staring at Niall's crooked bed. Harry scratching the back of his neck, with his other hand on his hip, looking guilty, but slighty amused at the same time judging by the smile threatening to break across his face. He looked over at you. "Guess we broke it, babe?" You laughed. "Guess we did." The two of you had gotten bored at Niall's barbecue and snuck off to his room for some fun. "You're telling him, I'm not telling him," Harry told you, just as the door creaked open behind you. You grabbed the sheet off the bed and covered yourself up, but Harry didn't seem to care about hiding himself. "Me? Tellin' me what?" Niall asked, and immediately covered his eyes with one of his large hands when he saw completely naked Harry standing a few feet away from him. "Put some clothes on man, you got your willy just hangin' out." You laughed and so did Niall as Harry explained. "We broke your bed, Niall. We just-ehm-we got carried away and-" Niall dragged his hand down his face, uncovering his eyes to survey the damage you two had done. "Oh geez, it's alright guys," he shrugged. "Hope you two wanna cuddle tonight because I'm sleepin' with you til this is fixed," he smiled, raising one of his eyebrows and winking.

Niall: Niall had been dogsitting for Zayn while he was away for a week, and of course he'd invited you over to take advantage of the empty house. In the middle of some hot, sloppy, slighty-buzzed sex with your beautiful, Irish boyfriend, the bed had slammed into the wall a few too many times and the headboard had fallen completely off and slipped behind the bed. When Zayn got home a few days later, he said hi to you and Niall, who were watching tv on the couch, and walked into his room to put his suitcases on the bed. A few minutes later, he walked back out and towards the kitchen, fixing himself a glass of milk and casually saying, "You know you gotta fix that by the time I'm ready to sleep tonight, mate." He walked out to the livingroom, sat next to Niall on the couch and changed the channel. Niall sighed and got up, walked to the bedroom and began clanking around, apparently fixing the headboard. You and Zayn stayed in the livingroom, giggling whenever you heard a crash followed by a stream of curses from Niall. You could almost picture his flushed, red face as he put the headboard back in it's rightful place. Almost an hour later, he came back into the livingroom and collapsed on the couch. "That was awful," he sighed, then looked at you, smiling slyly, "but it was worth it."

Zayn: You were trying not to scream as Zayn slammed his hips into yours over and over, practically pounding you into Liam's mattress. He was having a party at his house and he had specifically warned everyone that his room was the only room off limits. But Zayn didn't like limits, and after a few kisses and love bites, he'd gotten you into his best friend's bed for some rule breaking. You held onto the headboard and were feeling like you couldn't last much longer when the whole bed shuddered and tilted to one side with a sickening crack. "Shit," Zayn breathed against your shoulder, "was that really loud?" You grimaced. "Pretty loud." Right on cue, the door swung open, and Zayn rolled off of you quickly, before Liam stomped into the room. "Oh my gosh, I should've known where you were. I noticed you were gone almost an hour ago." Even in the dark, when you couldn't see his face, you could tell Liam was absolutely pissed, and you were turning bright red, pulling the covers up as close to your face as you could. "Liam, I am so sorry, we were just-" you started, but he interrupted you. "Save it, y/n. I know exactly what you were doing and the two of you broke my bed. 'Great way to say thanks for the party, Liam!'" Zayn sat up and cut in, "Hey, don't talk to her like that, man, it was my idea. I'll fix your bed! Calm down." Liam turned the light on and you saw Zayn squint and bring his hand up to his eyes before pulling the covers over your head. "Yes you will, you ass! Tonight!" Liam said aggressively, and left the room, slamming the door shut behind him. You and Zayn both snorted and started laughing as soon as Liam was out of earshot.

Louis: You and Louis had been on your way to the airport, with plans to go to a big football game and sightsee for the weekend, but had stopped at Harry's to pick up a shirt that he'd borrowed that Louis wanted for the trip. Harry wasn't home, but Louis let himself in with his spare key and you followed him to the bedroom, where he carelessly flung Harry's clothes around looking for his beloved shirt. He couldn't find it, but when he saw the meticulously-made king sized bed with more pillows than anyone needs to own, he couldn't help pushing you onto it and smirking, his blue eyes sparkling as he took off your clothes as quick as he could and threw them on the floor with Harry's. His were added to the pile soon enough and he was on top of you, his powerful thighs slamming you into the bed, pillows falling on the floor. He moaned and said your name in a raspy voice, moving faster as you moved your hips up desperately to meet his. Suddenly, the entire foundation of the bed collapsed and you were about ten inches lower, the boxspring resting on the floor. But Louis just laughed and didn't stop, and you couldn't help laughing too. When the two of you were finished, you put your clothes back on and walked out to the kitchen to get some water, feeling kind of bad about the state of Harry's room. Louis followed you, not bothering to put clothes on at all, his tan skin completely exposed. As you lifted the glass to your lips, the lock turned in the door and Harry walked in. He surveyed your surprised face and Louis' naked body and immediately groaned. "Ahhhh, guys....nooooooo." Louis laughed obnoxiously. "Oh yes, Harry. Yes. Oh, and we broke your bed!" Harry slapped his hand to his forehead and Louis giggled. You felt bad and apologized, and Louis said he'd fix it, but still couldn't stop laughing. "Could you wash it too?" Harry whined, "That's disgusting."

Liam: Liam was usually very polite. But not in the bedroom. And when the two of you ended up in Louis' bed at his football party, he'd been especially bad, breaking Louis' bed in the process. After getting dressed, you walked back into the livingroom to join the party, Liam following behind, red-faced and guilty looking. "Well, well, well," Louis grinned, slapping Liam on the back. "Well done, mate. We could hear you two over the game." He turned to you and raised his eyebrows, then winked, "And you are a very lucky lady, y/n." Liam turned a few shades darker as the rest of the room chuckled. He grabbed Louis' shoulder and pulled him closer, whispering something in his ear. You knew what he was saying and now it was your turn to blush. Louis opened his mouth and his eyes widened, and then this completely shit-eating grin spread across his face. "Oh my God, you BROKE it?!" he started laughing. "Shut up!" Liam hissed, "I'll fix it, okay?!" Louis kept laughing and looking at Liam, and everyone was starting to look. "You really broke it," he kept on. "YES, okay, YES, y/n and I broke your bed, Louis, alright?!" Liam said loudly, and everyone started to laugh. Eventually, Liam laughed too, in spite of himself, and so did you. Somehow, you two had become the life of the party.