Catfish and the Bottlemen Imagines

SFW Alphabet: M - Morning

M= Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

☀️ He's a morning person - annoyingly so. He doesn't sleep very well so he'll be up at a ridiculously early hour, surprisingly fresh and full of energy whilst you mumble "five more minutes" into your pillow
☀️ You always grumble about him getting up early but you love how he always brings you a morning cuppa in bed
☀️ Sometimes you wake up to see him lying there watching you adoringly. "Err that's a bit creepy isn't it?" You joke, but secretly you think it's sweet. "S'not creepy, you just looked so peaceful babe, didn't wanna wake ya. And you look so cute when you're sleeping."
☀️ You always wake up with him spooning you, legs entwined, he likes to be as close to you as possible
☀️ You love lying with your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, playing with his necklace, chatting about your plans for the day
☀️ Sleepy cuddles and lazy kisses... that inevitably always leads to more
☀️ Early morning horniness... ughhh every morning... does he ever wake up without a hard-on?
☀️ Sometimes he'll wake you up strumming on his guitar as he's dreamt up a hook and some lyrics and he has a compulsion to work on a new tune right away. You groan and pull the pillow over your head. "Christ sakes Van! It's 6am, shut up will ya?" He'll just grin at you. "But I've just written this song about you love... dontcha wanna hear it?"
☀️ Showering together and he washes your hair
☀️ He loves his full English breakfast, bacon, sausages, eggs, beans, hash browns, the lot. He shovels it in like he's not eaten for days and you wonder where he puts it all

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(Sorry - I know these are supposed to be sfw but come on... if you wake up next to Van things are gonna get a little heated!)

You're not sure whether it's the bright morning sunlight streaming in through the gap in the curtains or the sensation of a soft pair of lips scattering kisses all over the skin of your exposed shoulder, but your eyes flutter open as you gradually swim up from the depths of your dream.

"Good morning babe..."

Your boyfriend's sleepy voice drifts from behind as you feel a pair of warm hands slide around your waist, gently nudging under the hem of the over-sized band t-shirt of his that you're wearing.

"Mmm, morning..." you smile, pushing back to feel the length of Van's warm body pressed flush against yours. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah I did actually, always sleep better when I'm here with you." Another kiss is pressed to your skin, higher up this time, in the crook of your neck. "And I was just having this amazing dream... you were in it..."

"Oh really?"

You shift forward slightly to give yourself enough leverage to turn over, then you roll on to your back and keep going until you're lying on your side, facing him. He doesn't let go of you, hands sliding around your waist as you turn, smoothing down over your bare skin under your rucked up shirt.

His hair's all mussed up and spread over the pillow, painted with flecks of gold from the morning rays of sun and his eyes in this light are a stunning pale greeny-blue, glowing with affection as he looks at you.

"Yeah, we were on holiday, on a beach somewhere... I don't know where. But it was so warm, and we were all chilled out... and you had this tiny little bikini on..."

You giggle, rolling your eyes theatrically. "Oh... I think I know where this is heading!"

"Nah! I wasn't one of the those dreams," he protests playfully, his full pink lips curving into a grin. "It was just nice 'cause it was just the two of us and we were really happy, and I didn't want to wake up at the time, but now I'm pleased that I did 'cause here you are... for real... and the real version of you is far better than any dream."

He pulls you in tighter to his body and you let yourself melt into his embrace, nestling into his warmth, his chest hair lightly tickling your cheek. You breath him in, that familiar musky scent that's all him, turning your head to press a lingering kiss against his chest right where you can feel his steady heartbeat thumping against your lips.

"Aww you charmer," you grin up at him. "What you after, eh?"

He raises a hand up to lazily rake through your hair, chuckling softly. "Nothing! Can't I just be nice to my beautiful girlfriend without there being an ulterior motive?"

"Well... there's usually an ulterior motive..."

You smile cheekily, catching your bottom lip in your teeth, lifting your head and resting it on your hand, propping yourself up on your elbow to look down on Van. He looks back at you, eyes trailing lovingly over your face, a hand reaching up to run softly down the line of your jaw.

"Nah, just want ya to know how gorgeous you are and how much I love ya."

The smile stretches wide on your lips, a natural reaction to the affection he's showering on you, basking in the blissful glow of the little bubble of happiness that you've found yourself in. You don't think you've ever felt this content before.

"Mmm... love you too," you reply, leaning in so you're inches away, hovering over him whilst he gazes up at you longingly.

When you close the small gap between you his lips are warm and soft and you close your eyes, surrendering to the blissful feeling of contentment. You lose yourself a little in the kiss, his hands travelling further around your waist, fingers rubbing tender touches on your bare skin. It stirs a pleasant warmth low down in your body and you hook your leg over his, tangling your limbs together, sliding yourself fully on top of him. That's when you feel the stiffness of his arousal digging into your hip, and you break away with a smile.

"Errr... what was that you were saying about not having an ulterior motive?" You giggle, wiggling your hips, lightly grinding against him. You're naked under the t-shirt and you can feel him pressing into you through the thin cotton of his boxers.

He lets out a lusty little groan, his eyes glowing with a quiet kind of desire. It's not the desperate, hungry look that he fixed you with last night when you were tearing at each other's clothing. It's the look reserved for mornings like this, Sunday mornings when there's no rush and no urgency and you can take your time, languid kisses and featherlight caresses, every little action meant to please and convey your love for one another. It feels like you could easily be the only two people in the world at that moment.

"Okay, so maybe I lied," he confesses with a grin, his breath catching as you press your pelvis into his, feeling his solid warmth pressed against you, trapped between your two bodies. "Do you forgive me?"

"Mmm maybe... maybe not," you tease, rutting against him even harder, loving the way his breathing deepens as his desire grows. "It all depends..."

His fingers uncurl from your waist, travelling down over the contours of your ass, grabbing a handful in each of his palms and squeezing firmly, making you yelp softly as he pulls you down on to him. "Oh yeah," he smirks. "On what?"

"How nice you treat me..."

You dip your head down so your lips meet again, your smiles connecting. Both of your hips are moving in sync now as you thrust steadily against each other, slow and lazy at first but getting more heated as the seconds pass, your need for each other increasing. He pulls you down even closer to him, strong hands kneading at your flesh, possessive and affectionate all at once.

"I'm always nice to you babe."

"Oh yeah?"

All of a sudden he's taking you by surprise and rolling over, making you tumble on to your back as he presses your body firmly into the mattress. He slides his knees between your legs, parting them so he can settle in between your thighs.

He pushes himself up, hovering over you, a teasing grin on his lips. "Yeah... want me to show you exactly how nice I can be?"

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