'Teen Wolf' Imagines

Die A Happy Man (Jordan x Reader)

Jordan's POV

I woke up with my wife in my arms, somewhat wrapped and tangled in our bed sheets with her bareback fully exposed and her chest pressed against my body. I looked down to see her still deep in slumber, her head resting against my bare chest. I wrap my arm around her tighter as my other hand began to admire her beautiful body. Slowly and gently my fingers follow up the curve of her back. I make sure my touch is feather like so not to wake her up. Her skin is absolutely flawless and silky smooth.

My fingers move to her arm that is slung over my exposed torso and all I want to do is press my lips to her wrist and cover every inch of her arm with butterfly kisses all the way to her shoulders. However, I know if I did that and moved out of her warm embrace, I would wake her up. Instead, I just continue admiring her beautiful smooth skin.

As I reach her hair, I lightly, quietly, and gently tuck her hair behind her ear, which causes her to hum in response, but still deep in sleep as I still feel her even breathing on my chest. My eyes flicker to her back again and notice the steady rise and downfall after each even breath. I turn my head to her and nuzzle my nose into her hair, taking in her sweet scent of lilacs, a scent I would recognize anywhere.

I close my eyes and replay last night, as it was one of the many best nights we've ever had. We've had quite a few memorable nights; our first date, the talking-all-night night, the night I fell in love with her, first night we made love, the night I proposed, our wedding evening and night, but nights like last night are my favorite kind of nights with her. The kind of nights where we just lose ourselves in each other with every tender touch, compassionate kiss, and gentle embrace.

Y/N's arms began to tighten around my torso as she buried her head at the crook of my neck. "Morning, baby," she said in between small wet butterflies kisses against my neck, earning a hum from me.

With my nose still in her hair, I pressed my lips against her head, moved my lips to her forehead, and gave her another soft and tender kiss. "Morning, princess. What do you want for breakfast?"

"Anything really, I just want five more minutes with you in bed," she mumbled, her warm breath fanning against my neck.

"Only five minutes?" I teased.

I felt her lips form a smile. "Okay, maybe ten... fifteen at the most."

"We can stay here as long as you want princess," I kiss her forehead once more.

I can never explain how much I love her and I mean it when I say, "all I need is her", her gentle touch, her kind heart, and her unconditional love. The way her eyes smile when she locks them with mine and her beautiful smile puts the stars at night to shame. I know there's no such thing as the perfect person, but in my eyes she's perfect for me. She's without a doubt the cutest, the most gorgeous woman to ever walk the planet, and truly a gem.

I know if I never get to go to a Super Bowl game, if I never win the lottery, if I never own my dream sports car, if I never get to travel around the world, or if I never become a sheriff someday, I'd be okay with that because I know at the end of the day, I'll have Y/N by my side, in my arms. I could die a happy man.