Catfish and the Bottlemen Imagines

SFW Alphabet: K - Kisses

K= Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

💋 He licks his lips ALL the time, you swear they should be chapped but they are so goddamn soft
💋 Like unbelievably soft
💋 Pink and plump and very kissable - delicious actually...
💋 Sleepy kisses on waking in the morning are your favourite
💋 Feather-light barely there kisses ghosted to your shoulder when he's trying to rouse you gently from sleep
💋 He'll lean over you and press a kiss to your forehead, your eyelids, the tip of your nose and your cheeks before he goes anywhere near your lips. "Hey, did you forget something? My lips are here." You pout up at him. "I'm saving the best 'till last love!"
💋 Foreheads touching he'll press small sweet kisses to your lips
💋 It starts with a few affectionate pecks but turns slow and sensual until you can't bear to break apart
💋 It never feels rushed, he likes to take his time, savouring the intimacy
💋 Lots of whispered "I love yous" in between kisses
💋 You swear you could just make out for hours, it's like his lips are made to mould perfectly with yours
💋 Slow, lazy, lingering kisses when you're lying in bed together, your limbs entwined
💋 He loves to cup your face ever so gently when you kiss, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs
💋 Or catching your jaw and tipping your face up to his
💋 Random kisses throughout the day when you least expect it just to show you how much he loves you
💋 He often tastes of peppermint - he always chews mints or gum because he knows you hate the taste of his cigarettes
💋 When you're holding hands he'll absentmindedly draw your hand up to his lips to plant a little kiss on the back of your hand every so often
💋 His hair tickles your face when he kisses you
💋 So of course you have to push your fingers through it when you're brushing it off his face
💋 You love to run your fingers through his hair when you're kissing him, tugging it gently... or roughly when things get a bit heated
💋 Your hands are always in his hair - any excuse - not that he minds. He loves to rest his head in your lap whilst you play with it, leaning down to plant lingering kisses on his lips every so often
💋 He buries his hands in your hair too, or he curls them around the back of your neck like he's scared you'll pull away
💋 Not that he needs to worry about that
💋 He's not afraid of public displays of affection, but only hugs and chaste kisses - he wants to save the really intimate moments for when the two of you are alone
💋 When he comes back from tour you're inseparable for days - quite literally - glued together by the lips
💋 He tells you he's missed the way you taste
💋 "Can't get enough of you babe"
💋 Larry gets exasperated "Don't you two ever come up for air?"
💋 You love his gentle kisses...
💋 And his rough kisses too...
💋 When he catches your bottom lip in his teeth when he's teasing you it drives you wild
💋 You love it when he's forgotten to shave and his stubble lightly scratches your skin when he nuzzles into your neck... it sends little warm tingles through you
💋 He adores kissing your neck, especially that little spot just behind your ear that makes you shiver
💋 You can feel his lips curving into a smile on your skin. "Oh, d'ya like it when I kiss ya there babe?" "How about here?" "Or maybe here?"
💋 You're practically purring
💋 You swear he knows all your weak spots and he uses it to his advantage
💋 Speaking of your neck he'll sometimes leave bruises there in the heat of passion
💋 "Sorry for marking you up... but I kinda like it. Just want everyone to know you're my girl."
💋 He loves you kissing his neck too
💋 Burying your face in the crook of his neck and scattering little kisses all over
💋 Down the column of his neck and across his chest, following his happy trail...
💋 And I've got to stop there as this is supposed to be sfw... damn it (might do a nsfw version...)

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You're lying in bed, battling against the sleep that's tempting you into it's warm embrace. Van's due back from tour and you promised yourself that you'd be awake for when he arrived home, but you can feel your will-power and determination start to ebb away as you squint through the darkness and see the digital alarm clock count down yet another hour. You can see that dawn's just starting to stain the night sky through the gap in your curtains and the gentle pitter-patter of rain lightly hitting the window pane is soothing. Your head feels light and your body heavy... you can feel yourself starting to drift so you finally give in...