One Direction Preferences

Your kid interrupts a heated moment

Niall: A small chuckle woke you up, startling you from your slumber. Niall’s lips were brushing your earlobe when he cuddled you close, strong arms wrapped around your middle, as tight as possible. He loved to snuggle, being a total cuddle bug and you didn’t mind. At least when he didn’t wake you up. “Stop,” you whined sleepily against his warm neck, feeling his plump lips on your earlobe. “Nah,” he chuckled throatily, pressing wet kisses to your collarbone, “Ye need to wake up. James will be jumpin’ up and down ‘ere any minute.” You sighed, nodding when you opened your eyes and blinked few times, adjusting to the morning sun what was peering through the curtains. Brushing Niall’s soft, dirty blonde hair off his blue eyes, you reached to capture his sweet lips to a small kiss. His hands left your waist, creeping lower when you giggled against his lips, making him only grin back. His calloused fingertips brushed your thighs making shivers run down your spine. “Ni, love, you said yourself that James will be here any minute. Not now,” you groaned, making him only giggle boyishly, knowing that you wanted him as much even when you protested. “I love when ye wear me shirt,” he murmured against your lips, ignoring your earlier statement. He was hiking up your shirt, grinning to the familiar ‘crazy mofos’ text. You let out a strangled moan when his palm brushed higher, making your eyes roll a bit. “Ye’r not wearin’ any panties!” Niall exclaimed loudly, blue eyes wide and full of pure lust, “Fuckin’ hell darlin’!” You giggled in response, sliding your hand to his boxers, stroking gently when he grunted. “You better make it quick and good, Horan. We don’t want to traumatize our child, do we?” you gasped between heavy kisses, making Niall moan loudly when he stroked your thighs gently. Suddenly the door slammed open, snapping your hand off the white boxers. Niall, who was on top of you, groaned, falling over your body. “Mommy! Daddy! It’s my birthday! I’m five!” the small brown haired boy cried happily, jumping next to you on the bed, before looking at his dad curiously. Niall’s shoulders were shaking while he laughed, making your son’s small brows furrow. “Mommy, why is daddy sleeping on you?” he asked curiously, blue Niall’s eyes sparkling with innocence. Niall was laughing hysterically against your shoulder, face red and blue eyes squinted. You muffled a giggle, looking at the birthday boy next to you with the best poker face you had, “Oh he’s just hugging mommy, he missed me because he was working late last night, remember?”

Liam: You smiled, opening the fridge door to take another ingredient to your soup. Since Liam and your daughter were both gone, you had time to actually make the food without any interruptions. Humming to yourself you stirred the tomato soup with a ladle before putting the lid on. “Babe!” Liam’s voice called when he opened the front door, kicking his shoes off. “In the kitchen!” you yelled back, smiling when your husband emerged next to you. His brown hair had grown too long and desperately needed a haircut. Even when you loved to mess the curls with your hands, they were almost covering his sparkly, loving brown eyes. “You’re home early,” you smirked, looking how he smiled sweetly, kissing your lips with such a care it still made your stomach hurt. “Couldn’t resist my wife,” he joked, winking when he pulled you closer, planting another kiss to your lips, “Or your cooking.” You giggled, resting your hands on his neck, thumb stroking his birthmark. It was your favorite place to touch him, and he knew it too well. “How was your day, did you-,“ you started but he didn’t let you finish. His strong arms scooped you up and lifted you to the counter, big hands traveling under your shirt to caress your soft skin.  You gasped, tangling your hands to his locks, pulling a bit, making him snort out a laugh. His lips were soft but needy on yours, hands almost desperate when he roamed you, only to make you more eager. “Liam, we need to- OH,” you moaned, forgetting to finish your sentence when Liam’s lips found your neck, nipping and sucking your skin. You could feel his smirk when he kissed you, making your knees buckle.  “MOM!” you heard cheery yell coming from the front door when your daughter shimmed out of her pink jacket, letting her schoolbag drop to the floor. Liam pulled away from you quickly, glad that your daughter couldn’t see you from her current spot.  “MOM! Guess what Jimmy Parkinson did today! You’ll never guess!” she yelled, running to the room with her tiny feet. She was extraordinarily small seven years old, looking younger than she was. “DADDY YOU’RE HOME!” she screamed happily before running to Liam’s waiting strong arms. Liam’s face had broken out a huge grin when he saw her. They were inseparable. Even with his grin, you could see a disappointment written all over Liam’s face. He pouted at you over his daughter’s shoulder, making you giggle. Your daughter’s brown eyes snapped to look at you, eyes widening, “Mommy, you can’t sit on the counter! You said so yourself! It’s dangerous!”