your boyfriend is left confused when you refuse to let him kiss you
darwin núñez x reader
A/N: based on this request! <3 hope this was close to your expectations, enjoy reading!
W/C: 1.530
"don't- don't you dare kiss me."
you mutter, holding your hand out in front of you in defense. leaning back as your boyfriend leans in to give you a sweet kiss.
he was confused when you initially didn’t greet him at the front door when he arrived. Instead he found you lying down on the couch in the living room, awfully quiet with a pink blanket draped over your body.
he bee-lined to you after taking his coat and shoes off. the weather in england was as cold as ever, something your boyfriend slowly became used to after almost two years.
you watched him wash his hands in the kitchen sink. he had walked over to you when done, a frown forming on his face at your unusual appearance.
Though, the frown on your face and the way you refused to let him kiss you, made him think he had fucked up.
darwin freezes at the thought, mind racing as he thinks through anything he did or could've done wrong before he left home for training earlier that morning.
he'd given you a goodbye kiss, so it couldn't be that. he'd also done his chore of taking the trash out, and even continued texting you throughout the day, up until you stopped responding around noon.
he couldn’t lie, he missed you from the moment he stepped out of your shared house, until the moment he arrived back home.
so, what could've been the reason he was denied the luxury of giving you a kiss?
you sit up from the couch, blanket falling off your upper body and onto your lap. you’re too focused on his facial expression to notice his hands inching closer to you.
"w- why not? I waited all day for you, amor.."
he asks, brows furrowing in question, an idea popping up in his head. a way to get you out of your petty mood.
"because-" you mumble, wanting to answer his question, but before you get to finish your sentence, a shriek leaves your lips.
feeling your boyfriend's freshly-washed, cold hands up your warm sweater, touching your bare skin. his hands on either side of your waist.
a soft chuckle leaves his lips, his eyes crinkling as he watches your reaction. your brows raising in surprise as you begin kicking away at him to push his cold hands off of your burning skin.
"ésta bien-" (alright-) he begins giving into your protests, laughing at your facial expression.
though, he suddenly pauses for a moment. noticing how hot your skin feels against his palm. normally, your temperature would begin to feel regular by now.
your kicking and shoving stops as you watch him remove his hands from underneath your sweater. hands reaching for your forehead and neck instead. taking his time to feel your temperature, again.
"¿estás enferma, mami?" (are you sick, mami?)
he asks, continuing to feel for your temperature as you squirm underneath his cold hands.
"I wanted to tell you." you murmur, giving him a slight glare for cutting you off right when you were going to explain yourself.
"perdón, cariño.." (sorry, darling..)
he replies, his expression softening at your sudden, sickly face. he felt horrible about the fact that he didn't notice his love wasn't feeling well.
"don't come any closer.." you quickly say, leaning back with all the energy you have left in your body, covering your face with the blanket on your lap.
"¿qué estás haciendo?" (What are you doing?)
darwin asks confused, pulling the blanket off your head. you look up at him with a sheepish look, leaning back again.
"you'll get sick, baby. you just got better from injury and your team needs you." you explain, weary of the distance between you and him.
you feel him snake his hand to your sweaty nape, pulling you closer. his cold hands slowly started to feel more soothing against your burning skin, rather than shocking.
he sits down next to you, pulling you closer and making you lay your head down on his lap. moving quickly to place the blanket neatly over your body.
"no seas tonta. I would rather get sick with you, instead of you suffering alone..” (Don't be silly)
you sigh, really stubborn about not wanting him to get sick. you try to get up from your position, but to no avail. the stern look he's giving you, accompanied by the snug hold he has on you, makes it impossible for you to book it to your shared bedroom.
"don't move, cariño. do you need anything?"
he asks, voice laced with concern and love. his thumb rubbing against your cheek as he watches your face intently for any signs of discomfort.
you bite your lip in consideration. you were sick, and needed to eat something before you took your meds.
"food?" you mumble, looking up at him. admiring how good he looked, even in an angle like this one.
even though you weren't the best at cooking, darwin was a disaster at cooking. you both would usually manage to put a good meal together, but right now, no way is that possible. him being in the kitchen was probably a bigger danger to you than a fever.
"food? are you not in pain? don’t you want any medicine?” he asks, cocking a brow.
"my body aches a little, along with my throat, but medicine comes after food, obviously.." you mumble, managing to give him a cheeky half-smile.
you hear a small chuckle leave his lips. he leans down, placing a tender kiss on your hairline.
"esperar.." (hold on)
he mumbles, pulling his phone from his pocket and scrolling through the 'soup' category on the food delivery app. his other hand continuing to stroke your cheek.
"how about some soup?"
"the one from last time? sure.."
you answer, feeling him glance down to look at your sudden shifting. you’re lying down on your side now, darwin's hand coming to rest on the small of your back. his finger still tapping on his phone, his cologne comforting to your senses.
"it will be here in 45-minutes. do you want to lay down in bed until then, amor?" he asks, turning his phone off after successfully ordering your food.
his hands start scratching your back, promoting a small sigh to leave your dry lips as you nod.
you sit up from his lap, stretching your arm out as you shiver. you feel your boyfriend’s arms snake around your back and thighs, lifting you up in a swift motion before you could protest. sneakily kissing the corner of your mouth when you're distracted as he carries you to bed.
"darwin, you're going to get sick!”
you exclaim, moving away when he moves the covers back and places you in your bed.
"no te preocupes- solo un beso.." (don't worry- just a kiss..)
you roll your eyes and recline back to your side of the bed. watching him place the blanket over you, gasping when he walks away and comes back with another thick blanket.
“no, that’s too much!” you exclaim, already feeling like you’re freezing and boiling at the same time. your sweat-drenched sweater wasn’t helping you either.
“It’s better. you have to sweat more, amor..” he says, practically suffocating you as you feel the thick fabric surround your body. you look up at him with a defeated look and try to hold back a tired yawn, eyes watering.
“¿que? are you crying, mami?” he says, moving closer to you to cup your cheek, prompting you to look at him with half-closed eyes.
“no, I’m just tired..” you mutter, leaning into his touch, cool hand soothing your hot skin.
“close you eyes and take a nap. I’ll wake you up..” he says, planting two kisses on your temple before beginning to step away.
“wait, stay here..” you croak out, reaching for his hand again. wanting his presence next to you. especially when you’re feeling uneasy and in need of comfort.
he freezes in his steps, your soft, vulnerable tone pulling at his heartstrings and melting his thoughts into nothing. he turns you immediately, eyes wide in concern.
he gets in the bed next to you, realizing you wanted a cuddle, even though you were so adamant on not getting him sick. he places his hand on the double-stacked blankets, moving his hand up and down your covered stomach.
“why were you leaving?” you ask, eyes closed in exhaustion, voice cracking.
“I wanted to grab a wet washcloth for you..”
he explains, continuing to comfort you. his touch feels like melatonin, and you feel like you’re about to take the longest nap of your life.
you hum in reply, closing your eyes while clutching onto his hand, feeling cold shivers and sweat trickle down your spine. just wanting to feel better already.
“está bien. sleep now, mi amor..” he whispers, trying to hold you as close as possible without making you feel like you’re suffocating.
your deep breaths turn shallow as your eyes flutter shut, knowing that when you wake up, you’ll have a sweet, caring boyfriend and a warm bowl of savory soup awaiting you.
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