5SOS Preferences and Imagines

Preference: Kids Catch You In Bed

Ashton: "Ash," I panted, close to my high. "Hurry up. The kids will be up soon."

He nodded and picked up his pace before we got caught by our 5-year-old twins - boy and girl - who would be running into our room anytime now.

We both climaxed together and he lay on top of me, panting and sweaty.

"Mummy?" a small voice called close by.

Ashton panicked and quickly tried to cover himself with the blanket, but it was too late.

"Shit," he muttered, running his hand over his face as the two toddlers ran from the room, screaming dramatically after seeing their father naked and lying on top of their mother.

I sighed and rolled off the bed, grabbing my robe off the back door and sliding it on, tossing Ashton's to his.

"C'mon," I sighed. "We have to go talk to them."

It was awkward for the two of us and confusing for the two kids, but we managed to get them to understand that what they saw was not something they were to share with anyone and that there was nothing wrong with what we were doing, but they shouldn't be doing it until they're much older.

"That was horrible," I groaned, leaning into Ashton.

He smiled and kissed my forehead, "We'll laugh about it someday."

Calum: Our son was out on a date with a girl from his math class and our 8-year-old daughter was at a friend's house for a huge slumber party, and Calum and I took that opportunity to our full advantage. Not even making it to the stairs, Calum took me right on the couch.

What we didn't know, was that the date was a complete flop and our son was coming home early with our daughter - whom had gotten sick at the party and our son picked her up after they called and we wouldn't answer our phone.

When we heard the shrill scream of our daughter and profanities from our son, Calum froze in place.

Our son was covering her eyes and tucking her head into his neck as he held her. He shielded his own eyes and ran into the kitchen while we dressed ourselves.

"You guys can come out now," Calum called, awkwardly and nervously scratching the back of his neck.

The two kids stepped into the room hesitantly and sat down.

"We're, uh, sorry you saw that," Calum said.

You looked to your daughter who sat on your son's lap, "Sweetie, do you know what you saw?"

She nodded proudly, "Uncle Mikey told me it's called making love because you guys love each other."

Calum sighed, "Of course he did..."

You nodded slowly, "We're really sorry you guys had to see that..."

Your son smiled at you, "Don't worry, guys. I knew it was happening... It was just weird to see it."

You nodded and looked to Calum, "Yeah, so let's just never talk about this again."

Luke: My hands gripped the sheets as my high approached, my toes curling in anticipation.

Luke's lips scaled across my neck as profanities fell from his mouth.

"Baby, I'm close," I panted.

Before he could even respond, the door to our bedroom creaked open and Luke froze in place, now very thankful we were under the sheets as our 3-year-old son trudged into the room.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" I asked, trying to stabilize my breathing as I pushed Luke off of me.

"I can't sleep," he pouted, cuddling his stuffed bear close to his chest. "Can I stay with you guys?"

I looked at Luke with a panicked expression. If I said no, he'd throw a tantrum. If I said yes, well we were both naked.

"O-of course," I smiled. "Go to your room and grab your pillow, okay?"

He nodded and trudged out of the room.

In record time, Luke and I pulled on just enough clothing, me in underwear and Luke's t-shirt and him in underwear and sweatpants.

Good enough.

Our son walked back into the room and cuddled into our sweaty bodies, not suspecting a thing.

Michael: Michael and I's 12-year-old-son was just like Michael. Food, video games, sleep. He was never one to wake up early - ever. So, when we had a quiet round of morning sex, we didn't expect him to walk into the room, scream and then run out.

"Maybe if we just don't talk about it, it will go away," Michael said, pulling on a pair of boxers.

"That doesn't work!" I panicked. "Please, just go talk to him."

"Why can't you?"

"You're the dad! I'll talk to the girls about this kind of stuff but when it comes to him, you have to go talk to him."

He groaned and slid on some sweatpants and a tank top, leaving the room.

I sat on the bed nervously, waiting for him to return nearly half an hour later.

"Everything's fine," he smiled, sitting next to me.

"He knows what sex is and he said he was just really grossed out by it. But he swore to not tell anyone. He said he doesn't want to tell anyone and have to relive it in his head."

I blushed and leaned my head on his shoulder. "Thanks for talking to him."

"Of course. Now can we get back to... you know..." his eyes darted to the bed suggestively and I smacked his shoulder.

"Hell no, now get your ass downstairs so we can make some breakfast for the kids."