Only here for Joe Burrow

summary — a clingy and sick joe who hates the idea of sleeping away from you

pairing — joe burrow x black!reader

Heavy padded footsteps approaching from down the hall caught your attention as you stood tying up your headscarf. Your boyfriend stood at the bedroom door with a blanket draped over his lengthy frame. You snickered to yourself seeing a piece of tissue paper stuffed in one of his nostril. Such a baby, you thought.

“Babe, come on. You’re really not gonna let me sleep in my own bed?” he whined, leaning against the door frame.

“I’m so serious. You are not about to get me sick with you cause you wanna be clingy.” you shook your head, grabbing the small pillow and throwing it over the bed.

He caught a cold over the weekend after spending a few days away for an event with his foundation. The dramatics began when he woke up on Sunday morning with a sore throat, then a runny nose a few days later.

“Babe, touch my forehead. Is it hot?”

“My back is aching, that can’t be normal for a cold.”

“Can you make that soup I like with the dumplings in them, please?”

You’d think he was on the verge of dying the way he made it seem.

“You know I hate sleeping away from you.” he argued with a slight frown.

He drags his feet in your direction, you feel him press into your behind as you leaned forward to grab another pillow. He snakes his arm around your waist, “This is how you’re going to treat your dying boyfriend?”

You turn head back at him and slap his chest. “Boy, go somewhere with all that dying stuff. You’re going to piss me off, Joseph.” Turning around in his arms, you look up at him. Staring into his blue orbs you couldn’t help but laugh at the way his bottom poked out in a pout.

You stood there for a few seconds pondering on your decision. “Okay, just for tonight.” you gave in, pointing your index finger in his face.

The corners of his mouth turned up in a smile. He presses you closer into his chest with a firm hold around your waist. Leaning in, he attacks your face with quick pecks.

You pull away with a smile on your face, “But, if you get me sick, you owe me a spa day.”

“Anything for you, baby. Now come on, I want to cuddle.” he agreed with your demand without hesitation, pulling you into bed with him.

Side note: The media team ate with this style of editing.