Imagines for our boys~
*Plagiarism is a crime and will be reported*
*Any translations to another language without my explicit permission is prohibited*
The feeling of a careful hand running through your hair, not even tugging too hard on any strand, was the best feeling to wake up to in your mind. It seemed so that there was only one person in your life who knew that.
The boy you had fallen so much in love with during the past year. The one with the fiercest, yet softest and most endearing eyes, that held so much adoration and genuine love whenever they were directed at you. The one who would insist on making you breakfast in bed whenever he had enough time to do so. The boy who always left small notes in the pockets of your jackets on those mornings he had left early to go for a pre-recording. The boy who couldn't be replaced with anyone in this whole wide world.
Trying to contain your smile, in hopes of getting more strokes through your hair, you had to bite down onto your lips as indirect as possible. Already knowing you were deemed to fail.
"I know you're awake, Honey," a small hoarse whisper echoed out in the bedroom.
"Then why aren't my eyes open?" you quietly questioned in return, the corners of your lips turning upwards, despite your closed eyes.
"Hmmm... maybe because the degree of how handsome I am is long forgotten in dreamland," he offered with a small laugh making you trying to keep your eyes closed, "come on... open your eyes for me," you heard him whisper as his hot breath fanned your cheekbone.
Hesitantly you slowly opened one eye, while keeping the other squinted close. Immediately a small kiss planted itself on your cheek and soon the love of your life came into your view, right in front of your eyes.
"Morning," he lowly cooed at you as you just smiled softly before reaching over and wrapping your arms tightly around him, pulling yourself towards him as you buried your face in his chest and threw a leg over his hips, just to cling on even further, "ah, I guess we're not getting breakfast today."
"Just a few more minutes," you mumbled as an excuse as you felt one of his arms wrap tightly around you and the other went back to playing with your fair, "and then we can get breakfast."
"Hmm... I was planning breakfast in bed," Jay admitted and you just hummed as his hand in your hand lowered to draw patterns on your back, "and I might've already made it..."
"Is that so?" you hummed, already feeling yourself drifting slightly away.
"Yeah... I think the pancakes are slowly getting more and more cold by every minute we're laying here," Jay nodded before craning his neck so that he could look down at your near-to-sleeping form laying on his chest, "are we getting pancakes or no?"
"In like a minute we are," you hummed at him and he let out a small laugh, which sent vibrations up through his chest, easily felt by you.
"I promise we can cuddle again when I get home from work," Jay promised and you just hummed at him, not seemingly wanting to let go, "come on, let's go get breakfast."
"You think I can last all day without your love and affection?" you snorted in disbelief, "hell no Handsome, I'm gonna need a few more minutes."
With a sarcastic sigh, followed up by a small laugh Jay only hugged you even tighter, letting you get your few more minutes of cuddles. If he had to be honest Jay had to admit that he almost fell asleep himself. Having you in his arms soundly snoozing off to what nearly was a deep sleep, your breath slowing down as you relaxed even more, it was all perfect to him.
Somehow it was exactly those mornings that kept him up on going to work, no matter how exhausting it will be. The thought of you sitting and watching his performances, staying up late during award seasons, all the times you begged on coming to sets with him even though it was only a small handful you actually managed to get onto. It all added together to your mindset of insisting he gets cuddles before work in order for him to have a good day.
Not to mention how much he loved giving you small presents and making sure you always got the best tasting food (which obviously was cooked by him). Any way he could use his job and earnings to make your life just one bit better he would do, even if all you wanted as just his cuddles.
"I think we gotta get up and eat breakfast now," Jay spoke, not getting a response from you.
It was first when small and soft snore sounded from you that Jay realized you had fallen asleep on top of him. Biting back his laugh and smiling softly instead Jay carefully lifted you down from his chest and back into the soft sheets of the bed.
He got up from the bed with care, turning around and looking at you as you subconsiouly pulled his duvet closer to you and digging your nose into it, seemingly relaxing by the scent of Jay.
Jay let his hand softly rest in your hair as he stroked a thum across your cheek bone, bending down and planting a soft kiss on your forehead.
For now he was just gonna grab some of the breakfast for himself before putting the rest to the side for whenever you would wake up. Around 9am Jay left for work, very late, not forgetting to leave a small note in your jacket pocket. The thought of your wide smile as you read the note staying on his mind all day.
