Supernatural One-Shots and Imagines (x Reader)

Sunday Morning Sleep-in (Sam x reader - drabble)

Credit to the Gif creator

Summary: The heading pretty much explains it. Sunday morning sleep-ins with Sam and the reader.

Warnings: None, just fluff

Word count: 671

A/N: I am fairly new to writing and so far I've only ever written for GoT, this is my first attempt at a different fandom, I would love to know what you think. Please feel free to send me a message or leave a comment, feedback is always appreciated. Thanks Lou.

Sam rolled over, only half-awake as he absentmindedly pulled (YN)'s sleeping form closer. Nestling her against his chest, her messy morning hair tickled his nose, waking him up completely. Sam smiled as he inhaled the sweet familiar scent of her hair, before placing his lips to the top of her head, leaving them there just a moment before finishing with a tender kiss, once again smiling to himself when he realised what day it was. Oh, how he had come to love Sundays. Since being with (YN), Sunday morning sleep-ins had almost become a ritual. It was an unspoken rule between them, if they were back home at the bunker and it was a Sunday, it was almost a crime to not stay in bed and snuggle.

Laying there as he held her, her body so soft and warm beside him, he found his hand resting on her hip, his fingertips gently caressing her silky skin beneath, wondering how he ever managed to find her and make her his. Without knowing, his lips connected to her bare neck, only realising when she murmured happily and gently pushed back against his kisses. In a husky voice he whispered, "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you".

Laughing sleepily, she turned around to face him, giving him an adorable smile. Placing a kiss to his chest she gazed up to him, her eyes still heavy with sleep and in a throaty morning voice, she replied, "Is that so?" After landing a few more kisses to his chest, she continued speaking, stopping between every couple of words to place yet another kiss to his chest, "How... do you... expect me... to sleep... when... your lips are... kissing me... like that?"

Humming in content, he took his arms and wrapped them tightly around her waist, staring affectionately into her warm (EC) eyes, as her (HC) hair fell around her beautiful face in an untidy but somehow adorable mess. Reaching down, he whispered against her ear, feeling her shiver with delight as the heat of his breath reached her skin, "I couldn't help it, my lips were already kissing your neck before I even knew what I was doing."

Giving him a smile, which he somehow felt in his heart, she brushed her lips across his jaw, letting them linger over his lips, "Well, if you can't learn to control yourself maybe I will have to start sleeping in the room next door." Before he had the chance to react, she landed a quick kiss to his lips as she rolled over onto her stomach away from his touch, the sound of her words muffled through the pillow, "Maybe then I will finally get some peace and quiet."

Unable to stop the grin that overtook his features, he leaned across and gently rested his chest over her back, propping himself up by his elbow. Taking her ear lobe between his teeth, he bit down with a gentle pressure, feeling her squirm with pleasure at the contact, trying hard to pretend it had no effect. With his lips still against her ear, he whispered, "I blame you, what do you expect when you lay there so warm and inviting beside me?" Hearing the giggles that escaped her lips, had his mind overwhelmed with adoring thoughts, his body transforming those adoring thoughts into a blissful haze. Sliding his arm under her belly, he flipped her over with ease and the look upon her face had his breath catching in his throat, all thoughts lost to the sweet smile and loving eyes before him. Taking a deep breath, he collected his thoughts as he placed a hand to the side of her face, leaning down connecting his lips to hers in an urgent kiss. Coming up for air, he rested his forehead against hers, placing a kiss to the tip of her nose as he reached down and grabbed the covers, pulling them up over their heads, all the while thinking to himself, 'I wish every day could be Sunday.'  

Please feel free to send me a message or leave a comment, feedback is always appreciated. Thanks Lou.