One Direction Imagines and Preferences

You're Pregnant And Horny

Harry:

"Harry, get your ass over here and do me!" you exclaimed.

"Y/N, for the last time, I’m not having sex with you while my child is in your stomach." Harry said, crawling beside you on the bed. "It’s weird."

"Please, babe," you plead.

You grab him by his shirt, pulling you over him. Your lips attack his own and you both fight for dominance. He gave in. You couldn’t care less if you were pregnant; you were horny and needed some action.

He moaned, lifting himself up, to get another angle to kiss you. Like always, he hovered over you to be the dominant one, the one in control because that’s the way he liked it.

This time, it wasn’t as easy. He accidentally nudged you in the belly.

"Shit," he muttered, parting away from you.

"Ow, are you trying to kill the baby?" you exclaim, rubbing your stomach.

"That killed the moment." he sighed, getting up.

"NO!" you call after him, getting up yourself. "Come back! It didn’t kill anything, it almost killed the moment.”

"Yeah, just like i almost killed the baby.” Harry said, leaving the room.

"Get back here and fuck me, Harry Styles!"

Liam:

"Tonight is so boring," Liam sighed.

"What would you know about boring?” you asked, laughing. “You’re on tour almost on the daily.”

Liam frowned. “Yeah, but nights like this … when I’m just Liam Payne, not Liam Payne from One Direction, life is pretty boring.”

You smiled at him sitting next to him.

"I know what we could do to lighten the mood up a bit." you whisper in his ear, your hands on his chest.

Usually, he’d shiver under your touch, get goosebumps with your voice. But, today - or, tecnically 7 months - he hasn’t touched you once.

"No," he state, lightly pushing you away with a laugh. "You’ve got a baby in there. I’m not doing that when you have a baby in your stomach.”

"You suck." you spat, crossing your arms.

"Listen, I won’t do you - know - what with you, but we could cuddle?" He suggested. "C’mon, I’ll be the big spoon."

You caved in, nodding. You spent the rest of the night cuddling with Liam and your baby.

Louis:

"Can we spend some time… alone?” you whispered in Louis ear, watching Niall and Harry race each other in Mario Kart.

"For what?" He asked, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"To spend time alone!" you repeated. "I’m kind of… horn-"

"nope. Nope. Nope. No way." Louis said, discusted.

"Yes! I’ve been waiting way too long,Lou -"

"Fine."

Your eyes widen, surprised. You didn’t think he’d give in. “What? Really?”

Louis nodded, turning to you. “Yeah. In 3 months.”

"What the fuck, Lou?!" you exclaimed, annoyed.

"What do you mean?" Louis laughed.

"I hate you." you muttered. "You know what? Fuck you."

"Hah, I know you want to. Or you wouldn’t be begging me to for the past 3 hours."

You huffed and turned away.

Niall:

"Are you sure?" Niall asked for the 10th time.

"Yes, now do it." You answered quickly. Niall nodded, nervously grabbing your waist, and cupping your cheek. "Why are you so hesitant?"

"I’m sorry, Y/N" he said, quietly. "You’re carrying a person in there, so -"

"Oh, shut up. It’s perfectly safe."

"Is it really?" He asked, eyes narrowed.

"Yes, Nia-" you grunted in pain as he accidently elbowed you in the stomach.

"Oh, fuck, Y/N!" he exclaimed. "Are you okay? Are you dying? Is the baby okay? Is it dying? Did I hurt it? Will it be okay?"

"No, Ni. He’s fine. Let’s just finish what we started." you insisted.

"Uh-uh. No. Let’s just wait until you’re not pregnant," he said, getting up.

You rolled your eyes, shoving your face in the pillow and screaming in annoyance.

Zayn:

"Oh, my God, Zayn. You always get what you want when you’re horny, how come I don’t?!" you asked, despritly.

"Because, I’m not pregnant." He simply said, flipping through the channels.

"So, what difference does it make? I’m horny." you say, frowning.

"The difference is, once again, I’m not pregnant. You are.” he laughed.

"I swear to God, Zayn-"

"I’m not having sex with you while you’re carring around a baby!" he loudly said.

"What not?!" you almost whined.

"Because," he muttered. "I don’t wanna touch Zayn JR.”

You plead him for a while longer. He doesn’t give in. Finally, you gave up and bursted into tears.

"Awh, baby, don’t cry." he whispered, hugging you.

"I can’t do anything when I’m pregnant," you sniffled.

"I know, it’s okay. On the bright side, it’ll all be over in time, and you’ll be a mother to a beautiful baby." Zayn rubbed your back. You smiled. "Wanna go get some food?"

You nodded, following him to the door.

"Then will we have sex?" you asked.