One Direction Preferences

Caught by your Parents

(T)

Liam:
Soft moans escaped your lips as his own traced a line from your jaw to your collarbone. Your hands grabbed his face, bringing him up to hastily kiss him. His hands grabbed at your waist, pulling your bodies closer together, if that was even possible. One of your legs came up to wrap around his waist, grinding your heat to his. He let a moan into your mouth from the friction. With only your panties on, separating what you wanted most, you moved your hands down your body, going to remove them. "Whoa, sorry. Didn't know you guys were-Er...yeah. Dinner's ready." Liam's head shot up to see his dad in the doorway. You were staying with his family for a few days, for some much needed family time. Your cheeks flushed red and you tried to cover your body with a sheet. Liam's dad shyly grinned, embarrassed that he just did that, "I won't tell your mother." He shook his head, quickly walking away.

Zayn:
"Got to be quiet now, love." He warned nipping at your neck. Your bathing suit clad bodies were slightly wet from being in the pool, but the fear of being caught by your mom was evident. You were visiting your parents and couldn't help yourselves any longer. As soon as you got a moment to yourselves, outside by the pool, you hopped on top of him, straddling his waist on the lounge chair. Zayn's hands slid up and down your body until you felt them on your back, going to untie your bikini top. "Mm, Zayn," You groaned pushing him away for a moment, "Not here, my mom could walk out any second." He groaned loudly, rolling his eyes and laying his head back in the chair in frustration. "But I can't help it any longer. I'm going mad that I can't touch you." He bit his lip, smirking and looking back up at you. "Oopsies, hope I'm not interrupting anything." Your mom chimed, waking onto the pool deck. You hopped off of Zayn, who looked even more frustrated than before, shooting him an apologetic look.

Louis:
Hands gripped at your waist, almost tearing the clothes off of your body. Your feet tripped over the couch, making you stumble backwards onto the soft cushions with a soft thud and Louis on top of you. He moved quickly to slide off both of your shirts, tossing them somewhere by the television. The both of you knew his mom could return from picking up the girls at any moment, but you didn't care, neither of you did. A moment alone was just that, a moment you could finally be together in the way that you both desired so much. Kisses were quick and hands worked fast. In a midst of the removal of clothes, the front door bust opened and the sound of feet entered the house. "Lou!" His little sisters cheered, then stopping dead in their tracks when they saw you both fumbling to get your shirts on. They giggled, "What are you doing?" Johanna then came in, seeing what was going on, "Oh, jeeze, sorry." She shooed the girls to their rooms, then turned back to the two of you as you pulled your shirts over your heads. "Well this is awkward."

Niall:
Just a quickie in the morning, that's what he whispered in your ear to wake you up. His hands began tickling your sides, stirring you wide awake. "You're such a horn-ball. We just did it last night." Conflicting your protests to not have sex in his parent's house, you found yourself all wrapped up in him last night, and even this morning. Niall hovered over top of you, grinning, "Well then that just makes it easier." You giggled as he dipped his head to your neck, placing small kisses that he then trailed to your chest, down the valley of your breasts and down your stomach. He lifted his head, smirking at you under the sheets. You laughed at him, biting your lip. Suddenly, the door bust open, "Niall, do you and Y/N want break- oh my." His mother stopped mid-sentence, looking at you with wide eyes. Niall shot up, pulling the sheet up to cover your bare body and his. "Mum, uh..." She shook her head, looking down at the ground, trying to get the picture out of her head, "Just come down when you're ready."

Harry:
Your back slammed against the wall in the hallway. As much as you tried all night to suppress the urges to just pounce on him at dinner with your parents, you just couldn't. You found them growing instead of decreasing as the night progressed. "Sh..." You tried to say in between haste kisses, but you could barely get it out. Harry smirked as he moved his hands up your thighs, practically hearing your heart skip a beat from anticipation. Your hands tightly gripped the back of his neck, tangling your fingers with his hair. "What the hell is going on?" A loud voice boomed throughout the hallway, making you shove Harry off of you. Your dad stood by the steps, that you both didn't even hear creek the way they normally do. "Um.." You began, starting to feel embarrassed, but now knowing what to say. Harry avoided your dad's glare, afraid that he would punch him. You didn't live with your parents, but you still knew the awkward situations that were to come.