Noah Centineo Imagines

Wearing His Clothes

You and Noah had been dating for seven months. You were constantly with one another. You were always at each other's houses and you usually ended up just spending the night because you both would stay up too late.

This particular morning you woke up in Noah's bed to see that he wasn't there. You could smell bacon coming from the kitchen so you knew he was making breakfast for the both of you. You smiled thinking about how sweet Noah was to you.

You got out of bed and you were freezing. You went to grab what you thought was your sweatshirt but once you put it on you realized that it was one of Noah's. You decided to just leave it on since it was big and warm and you didn't feel like taking it off to freeze again looking for your shirt.

You walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs into the kitchen. Noah had his back to you so he didn't hear you or see you come into the kitchen. You walked up behind him and hugged him from behind. He grabbed your arms and smiled.

"Good morning y/n," he says as he turns around to give you a kiss on the forehead.

"Mhmmm morning. It smells so good!" You say standing on your tippy toes to give him a proper kiss on the lips.

You pulled away then and that's when Noah noticed you were wearing his sweatshirt.

"Is that my sweatshirt??" He asks looking at you.

"Uhhhh.... yeah maybe..." You say a little nervously. You weren't sure how he was going to react since this was the first time you were wearing something of his.

"I can change if you want me to, it was just the first thing I found and I wasn't sure if you would be ok wi...." you rambled on until Noah stepped closer to you and pulled you into him so he could kiss you.

"You can wear my clothes anytime you want. Especially when you look that sexy in them." He says, his voice husky, making your knees weak.

"Oh please, I don't look that sexy with my bed hair and morning breath and the biggest sweatshirt ever on." You say rolling your eyes.

"Oh, you do. You look so sexy right now." He says and kisses you again.

And well soon the sweatshirt was not on you anymore.