Crush/boyfriend imagines

Sunday's Morning

The sound of movement echoes throughout the room. No talking, speaking or whispers, just clothes rustling and quiet slow footsteps around the room. I open my eyes slowly, adjusting to the bright sunlight that drowns our room. The creamy white bedsheets shield me from the cold, they maintain a warm temperature that coils around me. My eyes blink several times in order to finally stay open, and scan the room. I see my boyfriend, Alex, slipping on his jeans over his briefs. He pulls on the waistband, buttoning and zipping up. He turns around, his eyes search the room quickly, most likely trying to find his shirt.
He looks over the bed sheets, the couch and on the ground, under the bed, but he is unsuccessful. I love the concentrated look on his face, he just looks so hot, I'm not too sure why, but I'm not going to question it. His Hispanic roots and features are incredibly visible. Sharp, tight jawline, tan skin color, his plump lips, and tall muscular body hovers over me, I smile at him, biting my finger while I try to hold back a giggle. He grins at me, his eyes gaze back at me with one of his eyebrows arched.
"Really?", he has a small smile on his pink lips when he asks, before he stares me down waiting for his shirt.
"Whatt? It's comfortable", I object, defending myself. A quiet chuckle is all I hear before he leans over on the bed to me. He stands on his hands, both of his arms on either side of me as he holds his body above me, gazing right into my eyes. I feel my blood pulsing, rushing through my veins. My heart pumps fast and I feel my face heat up from the pressure. He peers down at my chest, where his shirt hangs. His hand moves up, over my stomach to tug at his shirt, signaling he needs it off. I slowly creep my fingers down to the end of the shirt, and pull it up over my head. Now, because I had just woken up, I haven't put on a bra under the shirt. The moment the soft material rolls over my head, he stands there stunned, his eyebrows both rise, and he just admires my bust.
I pull the sheets up over my chest, covering it just to tease. I give him a smirk, knowing that I'm probably going to make him late to work.
"Here you go", I utter loudly, pretending the moment we just had, had not just happened. He shakes his head, gripping the shirt in his hands before he snatches it from my hand,knowing how much of a tease I am. He slips the shirt over his head before sitting down on the bed to put on his shoes.
Still with the sheets swaddled tightly around my body, I sit up behind him on my knees. And I wrap my arms around his torso and press my chest hard to his back. His body shakes from laughter, which then makes me smile contently.
"Don't leave yet", I mumble beginning to grow sleepy from the comfort he gives me and the warmth of his body. My eyelids fall slowly, and my body slumps over leaning on his back.
"I gotta go to work Karls", he replies, with the nickname I hate. I slap his arm, however he just laughs.
My cousin had started naming me that when we were younger, because he knew I hated it, it stuck. When Alex met him, he thought it was funny, so he started naming me it too. I guess it's kind of cute in a way, because it's like our thing. But on the other hand, it's not the cutest of nicknames.
"Okay, then just wait a little longer", I mumble quietly, growing tired by the second. I hold him loosely. He sits up, with his muscular back straight once he finishes tying up his laces. His fingers wrap around each of my wrists and pull them behind his back, unwrapping my hold. He stands up slowly before turning around as I try to settle in a comfortable position on the bed to go back to sleep. My eyes flutter closed, before my vision is completely dark. My mind blank and I can't feel anything but how weak my body grows under the warm blankets, and his soft lips press against mine. The sound of quiet footsteps fading as they continue down the stairs, and jingling of keys as the door opens, shortly before it shuts closed.