One Direction Preferences

He's drunk and he wants sex

Harry: "Would you stop" You sigh, pushing his wondering hands away from your pants as you drive his drunk ass home. "Come on y/n, don't you want me?" He slur and you grip the steering wheel tightly. "Don't do that... you're drunk right now, we're not having sex" you tell him, helping him stumble into the house. "You're so hot though" he pouts and you rolls yout eyes. "I prefer to have sex with you when we're either both sober or both drunk, " you explain, pulling a shirt over his head before helping him into bed. "You're so romantic" he gush with a giggle before passing out. "Yup... knew that was coming" you laugh, pulling the sheets over the both of you.

Louis: "What are you doing?" You ask, leaning away from him as he inspect your face. "Trying to figure out the best way to mount you" he giggle drunkenly, poking your cheeks before leaning forward. "There will be no mounting of anything while you're smashed" You assures him, jumping from the couch when he try to straddle you. "Y/N! Why don't you love me" he pout and you chuckle, leaning forward to press a kiss on his lips. "I do love you, hence why I'm denying you in your inebriated state" you explain, where he passes out in the bathtub as you try to wash the stench of alcohol from his hair.

Liam: "It's not gonna happen love" You say, swatting his hands away as he tries to pull the button of your pants free. "Y/N ... I haven't seen you in forever" he pouts, sitting up on his knees and you rolls your eyes. "You could have staid in tonight with me but you went out to drink with the lads instead" you say and he giggles. "Yeah I did! And now I'm a little tipsy, why can't we have sex" he tut, leaning forward to kiss you as you lean away from him. "Not while your drunk we won't" you tell him again, rolling him to his back to try and lull him to sleep. "You really pushed for that" you joke when he fall asleep almost immediately.

Niall: "No... stop" You sigh for the fifth time, scooting away from him as he pouts on the couch. "Y/Nl... why won't you fuck me" he demand, slapping his hands on the couch in his drunken stupor. "Because, you're smashed right now and we're not having sex" you explained again and he pouts . "But I want too" he whines. "You're drunk, I'm sober... so, no" You explain again, pushing his hands away from you. "You're no fun" he teases, giggling until he lay back against the cushions. You looks over to glance at him, chuckling when you see him passed out. "Yeah, you really wanted to have sex" you teases to yourself.

Zayn: "But why" he whines, pouting in the middle of the bed you share with Zayn after a night of drinking. "Because love, you're drunk... super drunk" you explain again, watching from your desk chair as he pout like a child. "But we should have sex" you pout, wrangling with the sheets as you try to tuck him in for the night. "Not happening, go to sleep" you demand playfully, sighing as you spends the rest of the night fighting off his advances.

-Jasmine❤