— ✧ˎˊ˗ Morning Kisses
relationship: phillip graves x gn!reader
words: 484
contents: fluff and humor, morning cuddles and kisses
additional notes: reader owns a plushie in this, if you don’t own one irl (my condolences) graves gave you one as a present
— ✧ˎˊ˗
As the morning of a new day arrives and the sun begins to throw its warming rays through the gap between your curtains and onto your face, you feel yourself slowly waking from your peaceful slumber. Grumbling softly, you cuddle closer to the man resting right by your side, your arms wrapping around his muscular body as you pull him closer, wanting to stay like this for as long as possible. Before you can bury your face against his hairy chest and doze off again, however, you remember something, the memory coming back painting an amused grin onto your face.
You are surprised that Phillip is still asleep—usually, your boyfriend is up or at least awake before you, even on weekends, his inner clock not allowing him to stay asleep for longer than necessary. And as if sensing your thoughts, Phillip now slowly begins to stir awake which prompts you to wrap your arms even tighter around him as you pull him closer.
“Good morning, love, did you sleep well?” you chirp as you begin to place kisses all over his face—the exaggerated mwah type—while you squeeze his body in your arms with every smooch you press onto his skin.
“What are you doin’…?” Phillip grumbles softly, visibly confused by the somewhat comical way you are currently showing him your affection, his reaction causing the grin on your face to widen.
“What do you mean? Didn’t you say you wanna be treated by me like this?” you ask and it is with those words that, despite still being in this sleepy state, it dawns on Phillip what this is all about.
Only a few days ago, your boyfriend had jokingly complained about how you never wake him like this as you were covering your favorite plushie in good morning kisses after just having awakened from your slumber.
“I brought this upon maself, didn’t I?” Phillip asks, the question eliciting an amused chuckle from your throat as you place one seemingly last smooch onto his forehead. “Are ya done?”
“If you’re asking like that…” you answer, a soft groan escaping Phillip as you press one more exaggerated kiss onto your love’s cheek.
“I do not remember ya givin’ yer damn plushie this many kisses.”
“Well, you are my boyfriend after all,” you note before finally resting your head against his chest, an amused grin still present on your lips. Meanwhile, Phillip softly shakes his head at your response. You know he isn’t annoyed by your behavior, the tender smile that rests on his own lips is proof of that; he probably finds the little stunts you are pulling rather adorable instead—which is why you keep pulling them.
“You want me to wake you up like this every morning?” you decide to ask, your words prompting Phillip to speak up immediately, “Please, don’t.”
You can only laugh at your boyfriend’s quick response.
