One Direction Preferences Cuddling Novels & Stories

He nodded, “but you won’t be with all four of us at the same time every time. We know there will be times you are with just one of us or two of us and that’s okay, we won’t get jealous. You have to have individual relationships with each of us and one with all of us to make this work, we know that. We can plan something, so you don’t have to worry about one or two of us having more dates than the others if you want.” “Okay,” She nodded, “I don’t want to worry about jealous or favoritism or anything like that.” Asher chuckled, “We already know Raze is the favorite, Babe. You knew him before us, it’s to be expected. Don’t worry about it. As long as we get time with you as well, we don’t mind.”

Droplets of sweat coated her forehead and even though the place is well conditioned, her skin is hot. He turns her around again, and her back slams on his hard chest. Her hair ruffles on his face and he pushes it away, breathing in her citrus and lavender scent. “That's a secret I would like to keep.” A smile emerges on her face at his twisted words. Her arms are entwined with him swaying. When he again, turns her around and pulls her closer, her skin burns when their bodies collide. The contact makes her nipple pucker up and she curses internally. It will be embarrassing if he knew that she is turned on just by his touch.

The room fell silent. Three gifts, with three futures. The necklace gleamed with the promise of blood and belonging. The journal rested with the promise of freedom and selfhood. The letter waited with the promise of power and ambition. Henry stared at them until his vision blurred. “I don’t know what to do,” he whispered. “Each one pulls me in a different direction. If I follow Elias, I find family—but maybe chains too. If I follow Adrian…” His chest tightened. “I find safety. Home. But maybe I never escape the whispers. And if I follow Damien…” He swallowed. “I don’t even know what I’ll find. But it feels… unstoppable.”

I don’t want to not feel this. Orion’s body presses against my back, his fingertips sliding up my sides. “Radiating, Sweetheart. Not a soul won’t be looking at you.” He whispers against the other side of my neck. My eyes open, and I look towards Colt. Waiting for him to join. Wanting him to, even though things have been so off between us lately. Orion grabs my face and turns me towards him, “Sorry, Sweetheart. He can’t join. We need you coated in our scent right now.” He whispers. My eyes find Colt’s again. He gives me a small ‘it’s okay’ nod and I take a deep breath before letting their touches start to wash over me again.

I just leaned my head on his shoulder, without hesitating that we were close to each other and our bodies were too close together. Because we were still full, we didn't move the food on the table too much. We just clung to each other while enjoying what the vocalist was singing, with a nice voice and a cool ear. I also noticed those happy couples around. They looked relaxed while listening and talking to each other. The vocalist started to sing a new song. It was his version of “Everything I Do (I Do It For You).” I closed my eyes but suddenly opened my eyes when I felt something touch my lips. My heartbeat quickened automatically when Brad and I met our eyes. At the same time, the first sta

He wanted it to take. Goddammit. What was he doing? Julian sagged back into him, letting out a satisfied little sigh that did terrible things to Devlin’s heart. Kissing the back of his neck, Devlin wrapped his arms around him, still panting hotly. He wanted to hold him. It was such a foreign feeling. He normally didn’t like post-coital cuddling, which was why he tried not to knot his sex partners—being stuck inside of someone he didn’t want to be so close to outside of sex could be awkward and unpleasant. Cuddling after sex usually wasn’t his thing at all.

our stolen moments are so worth it. And a few more stroke, we cum together and he poured all his semen inside me ... he didn't waste a single drop! I just fell on the bed when our mind blowing s*x was over, but I didn't notice that he hadn't taken his manhood yet - we were still connected. And yes, we are now doing the thing they called "cuddling", that only couples should do. We just lay there; he hugged me so tight as if he was afraid that anytime I would just disappear beside him.

I just said and removed his hand from my cheek. "Okay, okay," he just said, laughing. "I totally get what you're saying, Crescent... Let's talk about it, seriously." I just bit my lower lip when I noticed his face had turned serious. I sat properly and also looked at him seriously. "First, we're friends with benefits and not just fuck buddies. We agreed to be friends with benefits, right? So, I think there's nothing wrong with cuddles and sweet gestures." He pulled my chair closer and trapped my knees with his knees. I just gulped when I felt his hand on my legs, gently caressing it.

And by the time we hit the halfway mark, his side is pressed into mine. He doesn’t say anything, and I don't either. Until his head drops to my shoulder, and he whispers so quietly I almost miss it. “Want to cuddle?” His voice is so quiet, and so shy it’s unbelievable. But I’m eager, because touching Oakley? Holding him? That’s all I've ever wanted. “If you’re sure, I’d love to.” I keep my voice quiet and even, and he nods. I uncross my arms, one looping around his shoulders. He scoots closer, his head resting on my chest.

I try to hide my inner turmoil from him, wanting only to bask in the serenity of being in his presence. “Good morning,” he whispers, pressing his lips gently against my bare shoulder. “Hi,” I whisper back, feeling almost shy, despite the intimacy we shared the previous evening. “Last night was amazing.” I feel him smile against me and we sit there for a moment, just wrapped around each other. “Do you think I’m your One?” he asks after a while, his voice low and gentle, yet tinged with something I can’t quite place.