Thomas Sangster Imagines/Oneshots

Mornings~(Thomas Sangster x Reader)

(A/N): Ok FINALLY making an actual Thomas imagine 😂

*Fluff fluff fluff served sunny side up*

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Dim light grazed over your lightly shut eyes, greeting you quite kindly. The coolness of the blanket made you shiver in contrast to the warmth on your face. You grabbed a fistful of sheets, twisting away from the light struggling to greet you good morning.

You saw pale skin, covered in light scratch marks and love bites, breathing softly in front of you.

Thomas.

You smiled to yourself, remembering that he had decided to keep you company last night. You bit your lip as you brought the blankets to your chin, curling up tiredly. Last night came in a bunch of hot flashes in your mind. You blushed at them as the blonde Brit splayed out in front of you slept peacefully.

His chest rose up and down as covers draped over his arm, down to his side. You reached for the covers and pulled them up further so he wouldn't get cold, since the fan was still on above you. He hummed, and the scratch marks and hickeys disappeared in the shadow of sheets.

His messy blonde hair was tussled in front of his eyes and grazed across his forehead. You reached a hand out to brush your fingers through them, letting your nails scrape his head pleasantly. His lips twitched as he cracked a smile whilst he slept. He shifted and groaned a little.

You giggled. He was still asleep, you thought. You let your hand roam down to his jawline, your thumb dragging across the smooth skin of his cheek. You saw his eyes moving under his lids, so subtle that if you hand them gazing lovingly at his features, you wouldn't have seen it.

It made you smile.

You let your hand touch his throat, your (S/C) fingertips tracing the random defined lines in his neck. You felt along the tiny marks that were your remnants of affection. You absently touched your neck, feeling around for the interruptions of smooth skin. There was a few hickeys you had, but not near as many as what was on Thomas.

He moved again, letting his arm fall lazily, revealing a subtle glance at the top of his chest. Pink, raised lines rose up against his pale skin in random places. Some nail marks were even on his neck, scratches along the sides like what a little animal would do to a persons arm.

You blushed, and let yourself sink further into the plush like comforter.

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(A/N): Just a little short imagine! At least shorter than all of my other ones. I'm tired but I still wanna try to write and update! 453 words!