Harry Styles Preferences/Imagines

34.) Not so secretive

The kisses placed at the shell of your ear made you relax back further into his chest, his arm gripping tighter around your waist. His lips made their way further down, stopping at the base of your neck and starting to leave his mark.

"Babe," you kept your eyes closed, letting out a ragged breath as he continued his assault on your neck.

"Hm," he began to nibble, a smile on his lips as he heard a moan escape your lips.

"You're going to leave a mark," you groaned, your hand gripping his arm softly. As much as you enjoyed it, you knew you'd get endless questions about it from the very curious 5 year old down the hall.

"Good. Everyone'll know you're mine," he growled, his lips sucking a bit too hard on the skin at your neck before you squealed. You turned over to face him, his eyes still low from slumber.

"Good morning to you too, mister," you raised your left hand, showing off the wedding band alongside the engagement ring. His hand quickly grabbed yours, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand.

"Morning," his arm draped around your waist once more, rubbing circles into the small of your back. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mhm," your thumb swiped across his bottom lip before you reached up to run it over his brow. "I love waking up to you."

He chuckled, pulling you closer to his chest. "You've been waking up to me for the past 7, almost 8 years."

"And I love every morning because of it."

"I love you," he breathed out. "If the kids weren't going to wake up any minute now, I'd make sweet morning love to you."

You blushed, burying your face into his neck and taking your bottom lip between your teeth. He laughed, pressing his lips to your forehead.

"Baby, why're you blushing?" His voice was teasing, his hand continuing to roam your back. You shook your head, blushing harder as he slid his hand beneath his stolen shirt.

"Just because you're my husband," you pulled back from his chest to look at him. "Doesn't mean you'll ever stop making me blush."

"Aw, how cute!" He smirked, watching as you cheeks turned to another shade of red before you swatted at his chest.

"You're annoying," you laughed, rolling your eyes as he continued to laugh.

"You love me."

"I do," you pushed the matted curls on his forehead back, watching as he sighed contently. "You didn't kiss me yet."

"You hate my morning breath," he cocked his brow, a smirk forming on his lips.

"I'll make an exception," you grinned, leaning in to brush your lips against his. "Unless you'd rather have me change my mind."

"Wouldn't want that, would I?" He was quick to climb over you, the sheets draping around his naked waist. His lips connected with your own and your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his chest down towards yours.

He pushed your legs apart with his knee, his hands coming down to pull the t-shirt over your head before reaching down for your panties. You pulled away from his lips, your hands on his chest as you tried to catch your breath.

"Baby, we can't," you sighed. "Not now at least."

He groaned, dipping his head to your chest as he let out a breath. Your fingers were quick to land in his hair, giving his scalp a soft rub before you pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

"Okay," he lifted his head to look at you. "I love you."

You leaned up to peck his lips twice, a smile on your face. "I love you. Now let's go get our munchkins and get the day started."