Sam Fender Imagines

something special

I awoke to the smell of burning. Quickly sitting up I went to grab Sam next to me. Except he wasn't next to me. He wasn't in bed at all. I grabbed one of his t-shirts, putting it over my naked body and ran down the stairs.

The soft sound of Sam's sweet voice stopped me dead in my tracks. "Sam?" I asked. He turned around quickly, facing me in the kitchen. He grinned, walking over to me. "What are you doing?" I asked, frowning at the state of the counters. He held out his arms, pointing to the mess, "I'm cooking us breakfast love, what does it look like?" he laughed.

I raised my eyebrows. "It's burning Sam." He face dropped as he faced the hob. "No, no, no, this wasn't supposed to happen!" He frantically tried to turn off the burning bacon. I walked behind him and turned it off. "Why didn't you just ask for help?" I asked him. It was a well known fact that Sam couldn't cook anything, he could just about manage toast on a good day.

"I just wanted to do something special for you, for once" he sighed. I placed a hand on his back, tracing shapes against his soft bare skin. I kissed his shoulder gently. "You are something special Sam, I don't need a fancy breakfast. I have you." I smiled up at him as he turned around. He placed his hands in the pockets of his grey sweatpants, putting his head down.

He grabbed a handful of burnt bacon, turning slowly. "Sam? It's okay, I know you tri..." I was cut off by the bacon being thrown directly at my head. I opened my mouth but no words came out. I shook my head "how dare you!" I shrieked.

I grabbed the pan of stone cold beans and poured them all over his defined chest. He smirked at me, grabbing more food he held me with one arm whilst pouring egg down the back of his t-shirt I was wearing. I screamed, kicking him with my legs as I ran around the kitchen table from him.

"Come here you!" He said, coming after me. Our laughter filled the room before he got hold of my waist and pushed me against the wall. "Since I messed up breakfast, you're looking rather tasty" he mumbled against my chest. I placed my hands on his bare chest, running them down to feel his abs. My hands stopped on the waistband of his sweatpants. He shook his head at me, smirking.

His lips crashed into mine as held me against the wall. I kissed him back, pulling his dirty blonde hair, letting him know I wanted more. He bit my lip, knowing it turned me on. "I fucking love you" he whispered against my lips, "but you really do smell of egg!" he laughed. It was true. He smelt of beans too.

"Well why don't you come and shower with me? There's a spot I can't quite get" I said, as I made my way to the stairs.

"Fuck" Sam mumbled as he quickly followed me up the stairs and into the shower.