Crush X Reader One Shots & Imagines

Honeymoon (3)

Y/N = Your Name
C/N = Crush Name
BSF/N = Best Friend Name
F/N = Friend Name
E/N = Enemy's Name
N/N = Nickname
H/C = Hair Color
E/C = Eye Color
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The sunlight streaming through the window is brighter, warmer—distinctly Italian. I stretch lazily, feeling the softness of the sheets beneath me, and can't help but smile as I remember where we are. Italy. Our honeymoon. It all feels like a dream.

roll over, and there he is—C/N, still asleep beside me. His hair is tousled, his expression relaxed in a way that makes my heart swell with love. For a moment, I just watch him, taking in the peaceful rise and fall of his chest, the way his hand rests on the pillow next to me, as if even in sleep, he's reaching for me.

I shift slightly, and his eyes flutter open, focusing on me with a sleepy smile."Buongiorno, Mrs. CL/N," he says, his voice low and teasing.

"Buongiorno, Mr. CL/N," I reply, trying to match his tone but failing as a giggle escapes me.

He reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear before letting his hand rest on my cheek. "How did you sleep?"

"Like a dream," I say, feeling the truth of it in every fiber of my being. "How about you?"

"Best night of my life," he replies, his smile growing as he pulls me closer. His lips find mine in a slow, lazy kiss, the kind that feels like it could go on forever without either of us needing to come up for air.

When we finally pull back, he rests his forehead against mine. "I could get used to this."

"You're gonna have to." I laugh, running my fingers through his hair. "You're stuck with me for forever now."

He stretches, muscles rippling under his skin, and I can't help but admire him. "What do you say we get ready and go explore this beautiful country?"

I nod eagerly, but when I move to get out of bed, he pulls me back, his eyes playful. "Not so fast," he teases, leaning in to press a kiss to my neck. "We've got plenty of time. What's the rush?"

I laugh, trying to push him away but secretly loving every second. "If we stay here too long, we'll miss out on all the pasta, pizza, and gelato!"

He sighs dramatically. "Well, when you put it that way..."

With a final kiss, he lets me go, and I hop out of bed, grabbing my clothes from the suitcase. I catch him watching me, his eyes lingering, and I can't resist throwing a teasing look over my shoulder. "See something you like?"

"Very much," he replies, not missing a beat. "But you're not getting away that easily."

He moves to get out of bed, but I'm already in the bathroom, sticking my tongue out at him before closing the door. "You'll have to catch me first!" I call out, feeling a rush of excitement at our playful banter.

I can hear him chuckling on the other side of the door as I quickly brush my teeth and wash my face.

When I open the door, he's right there, leaning against the frame with a smirk. "Took you long enough," he says, pretending to be annoyed.

I poke his chest playfully. "Patience, C/N. You'll have to work on that."

He grabs my hand, pulling me close. "I have plenty of patience. I'm just not sure how much longer I can wait to see you in that cute little outfit you packed."

I laugh, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. "Alright, alright. Your turn," I say, pushing him toward the bathroom.

"I can't wait to see you out of it too." My face burns as I walk away. He pretends to drag his feet, but the grin on his face gives him away. "You're going to regret rushing me," he teases as he disappears behind the door.