"mason please i have to pee!" i beg him, stuck under him. "nooooo y/n you're so comfortable." he whines, squeezing me tighter. he's been sick for the past week and won't leave my side. i push him back by his shoulders and he groans, rolling off of me. i get up and go to the bathroom, then come back to see mason laying on his stomach, half asleep on my bed.

i smile to myself, then leave the room again to get medicine for him. i'm in the kitchen getting him a water and me a dr pepper, when i hear footsteps. "y/n/n come back." he groans, his voice raspy. he hugs me from behind, resting his head on mine.

"i'm coming mase but you need to take this medicine, okay?" i turn around, kissing his cheek.  "you missed a spot." he smirks, pointing to
his lips. "honey you're sick." i laugh. "yeah but you've already been around me anyways, please baby." he begs. i couldn't resist him, so
i did.

he grabbed me, one hand on my face and one on my waist. he puts me on the counter and puts himself in between my legs, literally making out with me in the middle of my kitchen. he groans, internally making me scream.

i pull away, breathless. he coughs, then finally takes the medicine. "you okay?" i ask, not wanting him to choke. "yeah i'm fine pretty girl, let's go back to bed." he grabs my hand, pulling me upstairs. i follow him to my bedroom. i come up behind him, closing my door. i lay down on my bed and he lays flat on top of me, wrapping his arms around me again.

he falls asleep to me playing with his hair. i kiss his head, also falling asleep.

i wake up, feeling him move. he notices that i'm awake and kisses my cheek, "sleep good?" he asks, smiling at me. "mase you're the sick one stop worrying about me." i laugh, rubbing his back. "you're my girl i'll always worry about you." he tiredly mumbles, coughing again. "are you hungry?" i ask him. he doesn't respond and i look down at him, and he's asleep again. soon enough, i am too.

time skip

i wake up again, groaning. my body aches and my nose is stuffy. i can hear mason in the kitchen, probably making food. he seems to be perfectly fine now. "mason you got me sick." i yell out. he comes back with food, setting it down on my side table. he smiles sweetly at me, getting into my bed. "i'll take care of you sweetheart."

a/n: sorry this is short, i have like no ideas. give requests and vote!!!!