Baki! Oneshots

Sick (Doyle x reader)

"Y/nnnnnnn-"

Doyle whined.

You sighed, putting down the spoon for the soup you were making your needy boyfriend.

"Yes?"

Pressing a hand gently to his forehead to check his temperature to couldn't help but smile and run your fingers through his hair.

"Your just a little warm...perhaps just a cold?"

"But Y/n I'm dyiiinnng-"

You quirked a brow.

"Oh really? Are you sure your not just being a drama queen? Or maybe...."

Smirking you poked his cheek.

"-your just doing this for attention. I WAS supposed to go out with some friends tonight...and a certain someone DID try to get me to stay home..."

Doyle pouted.

"Y/n, C'moooon....."

"Caught you."

You hummed with a smile.

"If it was really that bad you'd be to tired to whine, Babe."

"Noooooo- Y/nnnnnnn-"

You rolled your eyes.

"Your such a baby..."

"No I'm nooot. I really don't feel good."

Doyle hung off the back of the couch dramatically.

Laughter escaped from your lips.

"Alright....I'll stay home and maybe we can watch so movies and I'll make something good for dinner...okay?"

Doyle sat up, looking at you with large puppy eyes.

"...really?"

"Yeah. What do you want for dinner?"

...................................

Once you'd chosen a movie to watch you and Doyle snuggled up under a blanket.

"Pfft....out of everything this is what you decided to watch?"

He teased.

"Shhh....Silence, Muppet boy."

You hadn't forgotten earlier and were quite eager to get back at him somehow.

He stroked your hair, and you slid your hand up his shirt, stroking his chest down to his stomach.

You 'accidently' rubbed up against him trying to get comfortable- Your knee rubbing against it numerous times.

Smiling innocently, you could see Doyle bite his lip to hold in a moan, his hands coming up to stroke your sides.

Doyle was fighting the urge to touch you, shifting uncomfortably.

Finally you sat up on his lap, rocking discretely before leaning down to give him a kiss on the cheek, smirking because you knew you had riled him up.

You moved to slide of his lap only for his hands to grab onto your hips.

"H-Hey hold on a minute-"

"Hm?"

You inquired innocently.

"Um...stay here a bit longer?"

"Why?"

"Oh uh...I'm pretty cold and its just your really warm."

He lied.

You gave him a coy smile, leaning in close to his face.

"I know a lot of ways I could warm you up but-"

You whispered seductively before suddenly pulling away.

"-Since your sick I don't wanna risk catching anything."

"W-WHAT- wait! No, no, no- I'm feeling better! Really!"

"Oh really? But weren't you just dying earlier?"

"I w-was exaggerating!"

His hands held your hips in a death grip as if to prevent you from climbing off.

You giggled almost evilly.

"Oh? So your really not sick then?"

"N-No..."

You tapped your chin thoughtfully.

"Oh so your admitting to it then?"

You hopped off of him much to his dismay.

"Y-Yeah....I'm sorry."

He murmured, looking like a kicked puppy.

You sighed softly, grabbing his hand and pulling him up off the couch.

"Where are we going?"

You smirked.

"To warm you up, remember?"

Doyle's face broke out into a grin.

"Oh-ho-ho, really?"

You pulled him along to the bedroom.