Who would more likely get caught by their teenager child?
both, but in total different ways.
grayson and his wife would totally get walked in on. that man can make you feel so good, and definetly leave you a moaning mess, but also makes sure to keep you quiet with your kids rooms right above yours. he’d have his palm clamped over your mouth, listening to your tiny whimpers against his hand. your eyes squinting and rolling back as he literally pounds into you. you’d both be so into it, nearly there when-
“oh my fucking god!” your teenage daughter drops her phone and slaps her hands over her eyes as she stands in your doorway, “ew ew ew ew!”
grayson falls on top of your body, making you grunt and huff at his weight. thank god the sheet was surrounding his hips so your daughter didn’t have to see his bare ass. gray glances over his shoulder, and by the time he does the door has slammed shut. he looks back to you, out of breath and grinning like a sneaky boy. you on the other hand aren’t as amused, your face flushing after what had just happened.
“mom! dad!” graysons eyes close in annoyance at the sound of your daughters voice behind the door, “my phone is still in your room!”
he sighs, opening his mouth to reply but shuts it as you push him away. he pulls out of you with a small frown, watching your bare body get up and fetch your robe, slipping it on and grabbing your daughters phone off the floor.
“but-“ he frowns, a puppy-dog look in his eyes as he silently pleads you to come back to bed.
“later, tonight. i’ll take her to the movies with her friends or something.” you whisper, winking as you leave the room.
ethan on the other hand, goes to town whenever you guys fuck. always. no matter the fact that your children’s rooms were right down the hall. so far there had never been a noise complaint from any of your kids, and you always made sure to lock the door. except one night, after coming home from a dinner party late at night.
he wanted you so bad during that whole thing. wanting to leave early before your son got home so the two of you could be louder than ever. after waiting for so long, he couldn’t contain his energy, almost ripping your dress off of you and pushing you into bed. thankfully you had both gotten home while the house was still empty, but it wasn’t like that for long.
minutes after you two started your round, the front door was unlocked and in came your eldest. neither of you heard the door open or close, being way too focused on the task at hand. the headboard practically slamming into the wall as ethan groaned and grunted loudly. you hardly had the breath to moan out in pleasure, only clawing at his back to let him know how good you were feeling.
“hey dad, you-“ you hear a quiet voice ask from the front of your room, shrieking out and slapping ethans bicep tomake him stop, “son of a bitch!”
the door slams shut, making ethan’s head whip around to look behind him. he frowns, looking back to you, “the fuck was that?”
“your son!” the muffled voice yells through the door, making ethan’s head drop in total embarrassment, “i thought you were hammering something up heat and you sounded mad so i was gonna come help but- i’m never walking in your room ever. oh my god…”
you hear his door down the hall close. ethan looks up at you, a snarky smile on his lips as he smugly says, “well, i kind of am nailing something right now.”
he begins to move his hips again, making sure this time you were little more quiet.
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