5SOS/1D Imagines And Preferences

One Direction: The Morning After (Imagine)

So yeah its a double update, I wanted to add some smutty stuff but I didn't know how far to go so this is like not too bad

ZAYN:
You picked your clothes up off the floor, slipping back into your favorite navy blue dress you’d had on the night before. Zayn watched you from the bed as you slipped the soft fabric painfully slow up your body, and over your curves. He couldn’t help the smile forming on his face, last night had been one of the best nights of his life. He’d finally had you all to himself, and you’d taken the next step in your relationship. He’d underestimated just how sexy you could be, until he had gotten you into bed with him. Now, on the morning after, he could already feel himself falling in love with you. His heart was racing as he watched you strut over to where he lay. “Zip me up?” You asked. He smirked, doing what you’d asked, kissing your neck and shoulders as he went. You turned around to face him, a smile on your face as you bent over the bed to whisper softly in his ear. “I had fun last night. Let’s do it again soon.” You teased him as you spoke, running your fingers lightly down the length of his torso, kissing him hard and slow on the lips. You pulled away too quickly, leaving him breathless. You sauntered to the door, glancing back and flashing him a smile, before leaving his apartment. He ran his fingers absentmindedly over his swollen lips, your kiss still evident there. His heart was racing as his mind ran over the night before, replaying the events over and over on an endless loop.

HARRY:
Your eyes were still closed but you could smell freshly brewed coffee, and the strong scent of cinnamon wafting into your nose. “Mmm, something smells good,” you whispered, your voice heavy with sleep. You slowly opened your eyes, your gaze settling on Harry who was perched on the edge of the bed. He wore nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts, every line and tattoo visible to you. His curly brown locks were still tousled and messy from sleep. On the bedside table was a wooden tray adorned with two mugs of steaming hot coffee, and a stack of cinnamon rolls, frosting drizzled expertly over the top. “Breakfast in bed for my love,” he smiled cheekily, gesturing to the spread he’d prepared for the two of you. Your face lit up, a smile spreading quickly across your lips. “Sounds perfect.” You scooted over on the bed, making room for Harry to climb back in beside you. His dimpled smile appeared in full force as he slipped in beside you, opening his arm for you to nestle into. You shifted, positioning yourself perfectly in the crook of his arm, resting comfortably against his chest. He handed you a mug, placing a kiss sweetly to your temple before grabbing his own cup. “The perfect morning, after a perfect night,” you laughed. “Thank you, Harry. You, are a true gentleman.” You turned your neck just in time for him to press his lips on to yours.

LOUIS:
You walked down the hall of his apartment building, head swimming with the thoughts of last night. It wasn’t the first time you’d slept with Louis, but each time was just as exhilarating as the first. Each time leaving you breathless and begging for more. As you walked, you pulled your compact mirror from your clutch, combing your fingers through your hair, trying to tame down the severe case of bed head you were experiencing. You ran a finger under each eye, cleaning up your smudged eyeliner. Your other hand pulled on the fabric of your dress, feeling slightly uncomfortable doing the walk of shame in last nights ensemble. With one last glance in the tiny mirror, you could see Louis coming up behind you, running down the hall in just his boxer shorts. “Louis? What are you doing?” You asked, looking around, blush creeping along your cheeks. He wrapped his arms tight around you, crashing his lips to yours. “I don’t want you to go.” He whined, sliding his hands down your back, squeezing your bum in his strong hands as he kissed you once more. A moment later someone cleared their throat, laughing softly. You pulled back, spotting a petite old lady standing in the doorway of one of the apartments in the hall. You bit your lip and Louis said, “Oh, good morning Mrs. Anderson, lovely morning we’re having, isn’t it?” He smirked, pulling you closer to his side, linking his arm around your waist. She just shook her head laughing, "Young love"

LIAM:
You woke up with a smile on your face, you rolled over in the bed, your body aching a little as you moved. You were met by Liam’s chocolate brown eyes, a smile instantly forming on his lips. “Morning, baby.” He reached a hand to your face, brushing the hair off your forehead. “Good morning,” you breathed. He pulled you into him, cradling you tenderly to his broad chest. He ran a large hand along your bare back, tracing a finger along your spine. Your mind was a blur, filled with the heated memories of the night before. Liam was aggressive and passionate in bed, and he made you feel things you’d never known possible. Every night spent together was new and thrilling. He kept you on your toes, always finding new ways to please you. He bit playfully at your earlobe, his voice low and sultry as he said, “How about we take a shower together? We could go for round two?” You blushed slightly at the thought of his hands roaming over your wet body. You slid from the covers, walking slowly into the bathroom, pausing at the door to see if he was watching. You gave him a wink, biting your lip in invitation. He smirked, hurrying after you.

NIALL:
You rolled over, instantly feeling the warmth of Niall’s body beside you. Your eyes fluttered open, and you smiled at the sight of his sleeping body. His bare chest was uncovered, one of his arms draped over his eyes, blocking the light streaming in from the window. You slid your body closer to his, fitting yourself against his side, and rested your head on his smooth chest. Your fingers trailed along the surface of his skin, memorizing every line and contour of his chest. You took in a deep breath, inhaling his familiar scent through your nose. He woke up as your hand trailed over his stomach, sliding under the covers. His blue eyes were bright as they fell on your smiling face. “Well, good morning to you too,” he said, a chuckle escaping his throat. He pulled you tighter to his body, wrapping his arms tight around your waist, burying his face in your unkempt hair. He peppered you with kisses, trailing along every inch of your face and neck. You closed your eyes, his lips sending shivers through your small body. His fingers moved along your bare skin, the sensation was like electricity coursing through your veins. You moaned involuntarily, begging him for more. His breath tickled your ear as he said, “Last night was amazing. You, are amazing.” He sealed a kiss over your parted lips, pulling your body on top of his.