One Direction Preferences Morning After Novels & Stories

Gianni Summers Leaving the hotel in a rush, I get back to my apartment in record time. As soon as I get into my apartment I call Sophie. After listening to her complaints about it being early, when in fact its already noon. I tell her that she needs to get here asap and unrap her pussy from whatever dick she got last night. She reluctantly agrees. Smelling myself I decide I need a shower, not wanting to smell like him anymore than I do. Im wrapped up in his strong masculine scent and I'm ashamed just how turned on I am again by his scent alone.

"Actually, she didn't look miserable at all. She looked… hot." My dick stirred in my pants as the image of her appeared in my mind. There had to be something really wrong with me for wanting her even after the number she had pulled. That night must have done some serious damage to my brain, greater than I realized. Letting out a heavy exhale, I opened another bottle of whiskey and filled all our glasses. Grayson and Daniel watched me like two hyenas, ready to feast on my not-so-fucking-ideal situation. Smirks crossing their mouths, they waited for me to announce some goddamned plan of action. The problem was that I had none. I cleared my throat and took a deep breath, but no revelation came.

Aurora grinned, "Great! Now, how about the music? A live band or a DJ?" I pondered for a moment, then replied, "Maybe a live band for a touch of elegance. What do you both think?" Kim nodded, "Perfect choice. And what about the color scheme? Any specific hues you're leaning towards?" I automatically paused in responding to Kim when my gaze once again shifted to Arik. His distant look hinted at profound thoughts. Slowly, my smile faded as realization struck me.

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.

It did seem as if a bright, innocent, and foolish young man was rushing toward me with the flowers in his arms. However, I sneered. Moonblooms represented a resonance between souls, and that there would never be betrayal. Was he worthy? "Dylan, just let me go, alright? Whether you think I'm crazy or acting, just let me go. Whether I've really forgotten you or am just pretending, I no longer love you. "The moment you walked toward me with those flowers in your arms, my stomach churned. I really want to throw up." I stared at him and said coldly, "You're a Neuro Healer. You should understand what an 'innate aversion' is. All I feel toward you is repulsion.

Alina’s POV The morning felt heavier than the others, not with fear, but with the weight of meaning. I woke before the sun, listening to the ocean breathe against the shore, each wave steady, patient, certain. The quiet wrapped around me like a promise that whatever came next, I would meet it awake, aware, and unafraid. Leo slept peacefully, his face soft and relaxed, one arm curled beneath his cheek. I stood in the doorway for a long moment, memorizing the simple miracle of his calm. Every choice I made began and ended with him.

My reflection looked like a stranger's eyes faded, lips pressed tight. And then, almost without noticing, I whispered to the glass, to the city, to myself: “Just one night of freedom. That’s all I need.” As the city lights shimmered, a dangerous thought took root in Ava’s heartone that would fire everything that followed. *One night to run, one night to burn.*

I was on cloud nine, my senses heightened. My belly quivers, a ripple shooting straight to my core as I remember the intensity of that moment. My screams of ecstasy echoed through the room, and I mentally appreciate the soundproofed walls; otherwise, we would have attracted an audience. I place one hand on my belly and roll onto my back, torn between embarrassment and desire as I reflect on last night's memories. I haven't opened my eyes yet, unsure how I'll face Aiden given what transpired between us. Is it normal to feel shy on the first morning after one's wedding night?

Adrian's POV The morning after the gathering, I woke to the smell of coffee drifting through the air. Sunlight poured into the bedroom, warm and golden, wrapping around me like a soft blanket. For a moment, I stayed still, listening to the quiet hum of our home. There was no shouting, no hurried footsteps, no fear clenching my chest. Just peace. It still felt strange sometimes, this calm after everything we had been through.

I asked with a soft voice as I tucked her hair to the back of her ears. She groaned lightly in her sleep, while mumbling some inaudible words. I couldn’t help but smile at her just as she did. However, I wore a frown almost immediately since I was meant to be angry after the stunt she tried to pull earlier. I heard the running sound of water coming from the bathroom and I needed no one to tell me that One was having a shower. I knew that she has some plans up her sleeves…but I cared less about that. A while later, the bathroom door opened and One came out, wrapped in a towel and looking at me with a pair of eyes that burned with lust and great desire.