MarcoxReader - Blushes and a Sick Marco!

You were worried. Worried sick would be the right term, if it wasn't for sickness causing your worries. Yes, your friend Marco was sick. Apparently, enough to not answer your calls. You had called three times, once before work, once during lunch, and once when you got off. You thought it may seem a bit needy, but you were sure he'd understand. After all, he wasn't the type to get sick often. So you made sure to head to his place and check on him in person.

Grabbing the extra key that he kept under welcome mat, you unlocked the door and headed in. His house was tidy as usual, nothing really seemed out of place. You sighed and shut the door.

"Marco, it's me _____! Are you here?"

No answer. When you heard something in the bathroom you decided to check it out. The worry must've gotten to you because you forgot to knock first. You found him, in the worst possible way. Naked. In the bath. He was laying down, tired eyes shut, that is until you barged in, cheeks a sickly pink. Those cheeks made sure to burn red when he noticed where you were staring. It wasn't your fault. First you saw his face, then his muscles, and you kind of drifted off. Wrong thing to do.

Slamming the door shut you yelled, "SHIT SHIT, MARCO I'M SORRY."

You ran into his room and crawled under the covers, attempting to hide from him. The bathroom door creaked as he stepped out, heading in your direction. You squeaked and burrowed deeper in the covers. He walked in and coughed. When he noticed you burrowed under the covers, he sighed and walked over, sitting next to you.

"_____, it's alright. It was an accident."

You whined, "No, I should've knocked. Besides, I was staring, oh my god, I'm so sorry!"

You felt the bed dip as he scooted closer to you. When he pulled the covers off of your face, you slapped your hands there to replace it. He sighed again and pinned you down, prying your hands off. You fought and fought, but it resulted in nothing. He held your arms to the bed on each side as he looked at you.

"____, really, it's okay. I- I don't really mind, if- If you think like that."

"M- Marco?"

He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours roughly, taking you by surprise. You softened up a bit, getting used to the feeling. His hands slid down to your waist, grabbing at you and rubbing slightly. When his tongue slid into your mouth, you gave no fight. He toyed around with you a bit before pulling off to catch his breath. He sat up, allowing you to do the same.

You looked down and noticed that he was in his towel still, his hair soaking wet. Something about that drove you crazy. You swung yourself into his lap and pushed him down. You began to kiss softly at his stomach, trailing up to his neck. He tried to suppress the giggles, but eventually failed. You couldn't help but laugh at how cute he was. Running your hands through his hair, you held on a bit, getting eye to eye with him. He gave you a big smile, which you reflected. You pecked him on the lips, frowning when you remembered.

"Be prepared to watch me after this sickness kicks in."

"Shit."