#cutsie

Yes, it’s another middle of the night fic. It’s also my first Off Campus fic! Just sleepy grouchiness and cuddles.

Content Includes: Dean calls reader baby, reader calls Dean Deanie and D, pre-established relationship

The clock on Dean’s bedside table read 11:00pm when you woke up to someone crawling into bed beside you.

“Who the fuck?” You growled, head whipping to the shadowy figure.

Dean chuckled and cupped your cheeks. “Hello, sleepy.”

“Hi.” You grumbled and swatted his hands away.

“Aw, that’s no way to greet your boyfriend. Is it? Not even gonna ask me how practice went?” He smiled and tapped the tip of your nose.

You groaned and hastily turned away from him. “No, you woke me up in the middle of the night with no warning. You scared me, asshole.”

“C’mere. Wanna cuddle my baby,” one of his arms snaked around you and pulled your back to his chest.

“Fuck off, Dean.” You retorted.

“Wow, sleepy and grumpy. We’re already two dwarves deep and you’ve only just woken up. Good thing prince charming is here.” He hummed into the back of your neck.

You gave up on fighting him as his warmth seeped into you through your pajamas. The faint scent of his body wash and cologne wafted off his skin as his bicep moved to cushion your head, citrusy and musky.

“You smell good.” You murmured, barely working through the marsh of exhaustion in your head.

“Thank you, baby.” He cooed, lips brushing against your shoulder as he settled.

“Is it that cologne sample we got at the mall?”

“Mhm.”

“It’s nice. Should get the full bottle so you smell like it all the time.”

“Like it that much, baby?”

“Mhm.”

Dean pressed a feather-light kiss just behind your ear and any lingering thoughts of cologne melted away. Your eyes drooped shut as your head emptied.

Unconsciously, you nuzzled into his bicep. The hind-part of your brain needing to be closer to him.

“Love you, Deanie.” You murmured sleepily into his arm.

“I love you, too. So much, baby.” Dean’s voice softened and the hand on your belly slid under your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

Your body felt like lead as you began drifting in and out of sleep, “Night, D.”

“honey—you’re not gonna like it.” nanami warned as your eyes goggled his bowl of rare looking food, this was your third time asking him for a bite. “oh my god nanami! how am I gonna know if I don’t like it if I never tried it!”

he twists his in the bowl, food going into his mouth whilst your mouth began to water, her makes it look good and you—well you just wanted one bite! “y/n, honey. please stop pouting your making me feel horrible.”

you send him glares from the couch, his shirt swallowing you whole as you crossed your arms, you look back at him—sat at the table enjoying his meal. “baby please! just one bite!”

he puts his fork down, looking annoyed as ever his patience wearing thin with you. “no I’m not going to give you a bite because I know you’re not gonna like it—and then you’re going to ask me, and I quote—‘nanami how the hell do you like this?”

you’re stubborn as hell, the reason he predicts you is because this has happened on multiple occasions, “okay fine whatever—just say you hate me.” you now face the tv, arms crossed once again as you mock him under your breath. ‘not gonna like it—blah blah blah.”

“sweetheart,” he tries but you ignore him, your gonna do this until he gives you a bite. “honey.” he stands up now, his feet pattering over to you his bowl in his hand.

you try to hide the smile that sneaks onto your face when you see the bowl in his hand, “ah, there it is” he murmurs, twisting the fork and you widen your mouth, the taste is so bitter. but to your surprise nanami has a napkin in front of you—handing it over. “go on.” and you spit the food out. “yuck! babe how the hell do you like that?” he throws his head back, pinching the bridge of his nose. “god i know you so well.”

he leans in pressing a kiss to your cheek, “maybe because I’m not a picky eater.” you scoff, “I’m not a picky eater—I just won’t eat anything you eat..”

“exactly a picky eater.” he states

“are you trying to argue with me right now?”

“what—no y/n.”

“hm.”

he places the bowl aside, now placing a kiss on your lips. “I love you—even if you are a picky eater, and think I don’t know you.” you give him a glare, “yeah, yeah.” you roll your eyes sarcastically, “i love you too.” you smile.

“you really drive me up the wall.” and you smack with the couch pillow.

Ghost: What are you doing...?

Soap: *hesitantly* cuddling?

Ghost: *glances around empty room*