2pm Imagines

Jun.k

 i found this on tumblr. It was written by someone who post on 2pmimagine page

"It's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today."

Sunlight beaming through your windows, birds singing to a rhythm of their own and the subtle swoosh of cars passing by on the streets below you. It was another normal morning until you became aware of the arm loosely wrapped around your waist along with the chin rested snugly atop your head. You flexed your fingers and were met with the feeling of a toned chest, rising and falling steadily as the man in front of you slept. A fond smile splayed across your lips as you took pleasure in being able to wake up next to the man you love and a warm feeling coursed through out your limbs, radiating from every nerve ending and hair follicle. You felt his breathing change marginally, signaling he was close to waking up, and decided to place a soft kiss just above where your fingers lay. The arm around your waist tightened and he cleared his throat before speaking in a groggy morning voice that you were sure you'd never get tired of hearing.

"Good morning."

"Indeed it is."

He pulled back to kiss your forehead tenderly and look at you with a cheeky smile.

"I love hearing your voice first thing in the morning." His own voice was overflowing with admiration and the way he brought his hand up to stroke your cheek made your heart flutter. A contented hum resonated from you as you let your eyes fall closed, allowing yourself to savor the moment in its entirety.

"Mornings like this are something I could get used to."

"Likewise. I could spend all day here with you." With lightning speed, he pulled you into a bone crushing embrace and rolled on top of you, purposely trapping you against the bed with his body and evoking giggles out of you.

"We're gonna have to get out of this bed eventually." You laughed.

"Hmm, I don't see why." He teased and nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, sending you into a ticklish fit. You tried to work your fingers into his sides to make him squirm but soon remembered he's unfortunately not ticklish. You were practically gasping for air, tears lurking at the corners of your eyes from laughing so hard, before he began placing light kisses on your neck instead.

"Wouldn't you – rather stay – just like this?" His words came in between feather light touches of his lips to your skin and you couldn't help but melt into his touch. You let out an absentminded hum of pleasure while slowly becoming entranced by his ministrations and considering his tempting offer. It was only when your stomach growled just enough for you to feel it that you gathered up all your restraint and stilled his lips which were already exploring your collarbones. With your fingers carded through his silky soft hair you coerced his head up meet your gaze. Your self-control wavered with the way he looked at you and just how kissable his lips looked but you told yourself there's always time for that later.

"Let's at least shower and get something to eat then we can decide how to spend the rest of the day."

Those kissable lips pulled into a mischievous grin and he lifted his brow suggestively. "A shower sounds great right now."

By his tone of voice and the way he pulled you up and toward the bathroom all too eagerly, you had no doubt that there was more than just "showering" on his mind.