Harry Styles Imagines

Touch

Harry's P.O.V.

Laying on the couch watching yet another terrible movie that Y/N suggested we'd watch was the best way to spend rainy Friday nights. She'd lay on top of my chest wearing only her underwear and one of my old band shirts. I'd slide my hands up the back of her shirt, or well my shirt and trace small shapes into her skin. She'd occasionally pepper kisses onto my bare chest and I'd smile.

That's how we'd watch the first few movies but by the 3rd movie we'd pop into the DVD player we were both bored–mainly horny, but still bored at the movie.

That's when we'd begin to bother one another and eventually other things would occur.

But of course I initiate the bothering by squeezing her full round bum and pressing my lips to her jawline, leaving soft kisses on her skin. She'd then reciprocate by burying her face into my neck so she could kiss and nip at my skin until red marks left in her wake.

I'd then trail kisses down her jawline until I hit the soft skin right in the crook of her neck which might I add drove her crazy. I'd leave my mark and continue to trail kisses down her body. My hands slid off of her bum and up to the collar of her shirt where I'd then pull it to the side so I could leave kisses on her collarbones.

The rest of the night would be nothing but soft kisses and love making and by the end of the night we were both marked with red love bites all over our bodies. Red marks that we'd both wear proudly the next day.