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I Won't Be Home Tonight - Zayne 🍐

"I won't be home tonight." Zayne hugs you from behind as you make breakfast over the stovetop.

He rests his head on your shoulder, waiting for your reply. You didn't reply because you knew this was what you signed up for when you agreed to be a doctor's girlfriend.

He slides his hand down yours to cook the eggs in the pan with you. You enjoy every little moment like this with him.

"How would Y/N like her eggs today?" Zayne asks, looking at you with his head still resting on your shoulder.

"Whatever Dr. Zayne feels like cooking me today."

"Alright, your favourite kind then."

Zayne feeds you a small piece of egg and rests his other hand on your waist. "Just the way you like it," he exclaims proudly.

You slip out of his embrace. "Too early?" He smirks as you escape the kitchen to set up the table.

Shortly after, Zayne comes out with two nicely plated breakfasts.

The two of you sit across from each other. You have one hand resting on the table and the other holding a fork.

"What's wrong?" Zayne asks after observing you.

"You have been pretty busy lately... but I know that's your job."

Zayne reaches out to hold your hand. He feels bad, but as a doctor, this is his duty as well.

"You gotta go soon or you will be late." You look over at the clock.

Zayne stands up and grabs his work bag and coat before heading for the door. "Are you not sending me off?"

You walk over to him and give him a tight embrace.

"Be good, okay? Remember to feed Furball." Furball is a white fluffy cat that you picked up from the streets after your first date with Zayne.

You gently caress from his back to his butt before grabbing it. "Y/N..."

You smile at him, and he gives you a forehead kiss before leaving.

**Time skip**

You are back home after a long day of work. A cold, dark, empty house. Furball starts purring and weaves itself around your legs.

You bend down and give Furball a head rub. "You must be hungry." You open a can of cat food for Furball, and it purrs. "I wonder if he had his dinner."

You head to the shower after watching Furball eat for a little while.

You play your shower playlist as you undress and turn on the shower. The water gets steamy, and you step into the shower.

You start washing your hair, and suddenly there is a noise outside. You stop the water. "Furball, is that you?" No reply. "Furball?" A purr.

"Ah, right. What was I thinking? He's still in the hospital." You continue washing your hair, humming to the songs playing in the background.

Someone hugs you from behind. You try to attack the person with your hand, but he seems to know you so well that he knows your next move.

"Come on. Are you for real?" Zayne comments disappointedly.

"You were the one who sneaked up on me first. It's your fault. And you said you were not coming back tonight." You cannot control yourself and let it out.

"Hey, hey. It's my fault. It's my fault, okay, Baby." Zayne says as he tries to calm you down. He hugs you even tighter.

"Don't be mad, okay?" Zayne continues, drawing circles on your stomach with his fingers. It seems to work every time.

You turn around to face him. He lifts your chin, and your eyes meet. "How am I this lucky?" Zayne looks into your eyes before kissing you on the lips.

He reaches out for the soap and lathers you up. "How is my Baby that bad at cleaning herself?"

"My turn!" you exclaim and lather him up with soap. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. All checked," you count his abs as you go over them with the soap. He lets out a laugh upon hearing your attendance check for his abs. 

"Okay, that's your area. I'm not touching it." You let him.

Zayne rolls his eyes. "Stop pretending to be so innocent. I know you want to touch it." He foams up some soap on his hands and grabs your hands to lather them together. You feel your ears getting warmer.

"Aye, my little kitty is getting all shy." He hugs you and presses the side of your face to his chest. You can hear his heartbeat racing.

"So do I get the honour to wash yours since you've already touched mine?" You push him away but quickly get captured by him again.

"No!! Let me go. I can do it myself." You say in desperation. "Alright. Next time then."

You quickly turn on the shower again to rinse off the soap. Zayne kindly helps to wash your hair and he gently massages your scalp. It feels so good to get a head massage from him.

"Okay, all done!" He grabs a towel and wraps you up before getting into his robe.

You are about to walk off when you feel your feet getting lifted off the ground. "No. No. Put me downnnn!" You say, knowing what Zayne wants to do.

"Let's see where you can run," Zayne smirks.

He carries you to the big, soft, comfy bed and throws you down. You try to escape, but every time, Zayne manages to put you back in place. You are secretly wishing for this, but you want to play hard as a punishment for not spending time with you.

"Can I?" He asks you. You look him in the eye and do not reply. He kisses you around and leaves a love bite on your neck. You whimper as he leaves his trail.

"No reply means consent," Zayne says as he removes his robe before yours. He kisses you on your forehead, followed by your nose, and then your lips.

"The pain will be worth it..." He says before pulling you closer and into him.