❝ [80s+90s imagines] ❞ . . .

III. Kurt Cobain

This one-shot was requested by wholesomestoner . Thank you, and I hope you enjoy it.

(E/C)= Eye Color

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The vibration of doc marten shoes scuffling against the rugged, Seattle, sidewalk reverberated through the deserted roads. Following an extended evening of joint smoking and intoxicated antics that were partaken among your boyfriend and his bandmates, Krist and Chad, including some additional close companions, the group chose to call it a night. The luna started to rise in the heavens over you and the faint rings developing under your round, (E/C) orbs obtained an apparent indication of sleep loss.

Entering Kurt's humble and sequestered Seattle studio, you instantly took to the living room sofa. With the TV neglected and kept on prior to when you embarked on your trip, something Kurt frequently does, you concentrated on the glowing screen to keep you preoccupied. But, you knew that this would not last long.

You were known to be obsessive or inseparable when under the influence, though, your boyfriend was never able to encounter these characteristics due to the little amount of time the pair of you had been seeing one another. You both resided in the puppy-love phase and remained satisfied for now. "Kurt," you whined aloud, your intellect obscure and vision clouded, you had no inkling as to where your lover went. The vibration of the charming kitchen microwave resounded within the faint home, a fork rapping on the countertops caused by impatience.

"Hmm?" Kurt moaned audibly, his eyebrows lifted in concern.

"I'm horny... for cuddles," You asserted, immediately a giggling jumble buried in the sofas pillows. Your arms sat far apart as you observed Kurt scuffle into the clear area, vapor arising from his freshly heated dish of Mac n' Cheese. Kurt chortled aloud at your comment, his head reeling and blonde tresses hopping. "Horny for cuddles?" Kurt repeated, losing his balance somewhat when your arms stretched around his abdomen.

"Yep," you reinforced, popping the "p". Placing his bowl down on the inexpensive coffee table, Kurt stroked your toned forearms and biceps tenderly before dragging you to your feet. "I demand cuddles, or else I'm gonna die." You cried teasingly into the delicate tissue of his skin, the stubble on his jowls stroking your even ones softly. "You're unquestionably higher than I am," Kurt determined, laughing to himself now.

"C'mon," Kurt hummed, beginning to guide you towards your shared bedroom.

Now in the bedroom, Kurt discarded his flannel overshirt, flinging it toward the previously dirty bedroom carpet before plopping into the sunken bedding. You rushed to diving into his body, making him gulp at the unforeseen might. "Happy?" He questioned you, gazing down at your head that is now sunk in between his bicep and the bed cushion. By nodding your head, you made him grin. Kurt cherished and worshiped you, even though you denied it at times, it was very apparent to those around you.

Kurt bent down, pressing a light peck to your scalp. "Good," he breathed, turning on the TV that remained towards the end of your shared bed, counterclockwise on the medium size table. Crossing his one foot over the other, propelling his converse sneakers off nonchalantly, Kurt reclined upon the apartment wall as the two of you nestled closer together. In a few minutes, you caught a common sound emitting from up above you. Kurt was snoring. With his mouth separated somewhat, your boyfriend was deep sleeping, your head lifting and settling with the patterns of his bosom.

A smile spread on your face as you viewed your beautiful partner rest comfortably, his arms swaddled snug around your body. You were so thrilled to be his, and he was even more thrilled to be yours.