One Direction Preferences

#60 your parents catch you having sex

Harry: Since Harry's been back from tour he's been sneaking to your room to be with you every night, the pleasure of each others company enough to keep you happy. Tonight you've been planning to give him what you both have been so long desiring. As he begins making love to you he becomes a bit rougher, still making sure you feel every one of his thrusts, every inch of him. You've both lost yourselves in each other when your door swings open, both your mother and father dressed in their robes, awakened from their sleep. You and Harry both spring up immediately, pulling on your clothes. Harry takes the walk of shame down the stairs and through the front door of your house while you're left to lie awake restless, your thoughts focused on the punishment you'll be receiving in the morning.

Louis: The first time you and Louis make love it's in your bedroom. You're not expecting anyone home soon so the noise restrictions are low, allowing you to be as loud as you please as Louis has you for the first time. He's being so hard that your headboard bangs against the wall, the mattress squeaking underneath you. Unsuspecting and oblivious to anyone else being in the house you both finish, completely lost in each other, satisfaction in your love. Just as you're walking Louis downstairs, your body still wrapped in only a blanket, you're faced with both of your parents, sitting on the couch with knowing in their eyes. You flush, ready to run upstairs but they stop you. "Since you don't mind being naked up there then you won't mind it when we have a talk with you about your punishment." Your mother says, her eyes never leaving yours as she devises a the proper consequences for your actions.

Niall: Niall loves the spontaneity of having you wherever and whenever he pleases. "I can't Niall." You moan into his ear, even as he's already got you lifted on the counter, your skirt hiked up and your sex exposed to him. You instantly give in to him as he slides into you, taking you as hard as he can on the bathroom counter of your parents' home. You try to muffle your sounds but are unable to, gnawing on the inside of your cheek in a failed attempt to silence yourself. "I'm so close." You groan, nearing your climax. Before you can reach there's a banging on the door, your father's voice booming from outside. "You have five seconds to get out of there before I come in." He yells, anger in his voice. You and Niall scramble from the restroom, only to head downstairs for an awkward family dinner and a private talk with your father about your sexual encounter after the meal.

Liam: So far, so good. Liam has gotten along with your parents, being respectful of each of their rules: your curfew, leaving the door open during his visits, and even going as far as to refrain from and inappropriate touching when around them. Tonight, Liam has been feeling rebellious though and has been running his fingers everywhere along the inside of your thigh during the night, despite your protests. When you walk him outside to say goodbye he's turned aggressive, pushing you against the car and taking you in a moment's notice, no care as to who's witnessing his claim of you. The sound of someone clearing their throat startles you and you both let go, panting as you fix your clothes. "I think it's about time you head home Liam. (Y/N), come inside now." Your father calls from the window, bring you in only to punish you with a month of time away from Liam. At least, that's what he thinks.

Zayn: "(Y/N), you've gotta be quiet baby or they'll hear you." Zayn grunts, still driving himself into you once more. He covers your mouth with his own, hoping to muffle your sounds. Still, the noise can be heard and there's a knock on your door. You and Zayn both jump up, pulling on your clothes as quickly as you can. You run a hand through your hair and walk to the door, your mother standing in front of you. She clears her throat and you turn around, looking at Zayn, your school books scattered in front of you so it looks like he's helping you study. "Since you're studying you won't mind leaving the door open." She says, her voice strict and knowing of what you were up to. You sent her a grin, propping the door open as she walked away, calling back. "Zayn, you missed a button!"