mimi

baseball boyfriend! who has to hold himself together when he finds out you’ve been buying all of his merch, despite knowing you could get it for free. his eyes become teary when you proudly show him the signed baseball of his that you won off an auction. “I could have gotten you a ball, baby.” You shake your head, holding the ball close to your chest, “This one’s special, just for me.”

But louis had been working so hard recently, barely at home and working on new hairstyles during his spare time. So you pulled yourself out of bed, literally flopping onto the floor and dragged yourself to the shower. You even did the special hairstyle Louis showed you, curling your hair just right until it fell perfectly.

You washed your face, getting rid of those grey dead eyes with a little bit too much makeup and then threw on whatever lingerie you could find. After covering up with your light blue robe, you scurried into the living room, just minutes before louis was expected to come on. You spent maybe 30 seconds changing your position on the couch.

Does this look sexy? Maybe my ass should be up? Fuck, I hope he can’t smell cough drops on my breath. What if I need to sneeze?

In the middle of your busy thoughts, the front door unlocked, swinging open. You freeze in an awkward, sexy position. Louis sees you immediately and smiles. “Honey? What are you doing out here sweetheart?” He walks in, the pin on his sweater dangling as he makes his way to the couch.

You smile, well the best smile you can offer while holding in a cough. “Did you forget what today is?” you ask. He shakes his head, digging into his bag. Inside is a beautiful bundle of pink roses. He offers them to you, “How could I forget the day I was lucky enough to be with someone so special?” 

Your eyes widen at first, then your heart melts as you take the flowers. It has a delightful scent, the petals soft on your nose as you sniff them and pull away. “Louis..” you say in awe. As he leans in to kiss you..

ACHOO !

Yeah, you sneeze right in his face. He pulls away and laughs, but you just stare at him with this horrified look on your face. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry, Louis!” you quickly try to wipe your nose on your sleeve. “It’s fine, sweetheart.” he smiles.

“Wait, no no. Kiss me again. It was just the flowers!” you insist. He almost leans in again when he pauses to look at you, really look at you. As just as he always does, he sees right through you. You almost hated when he looked at you like that, because you could never keep anything from him. “You’re sick.” he simply states.

You frantically shake your head. “It’s just a few sneezes here and there. Come on, kiss me again.” you say, grabbing his hand and pulling him closer. He smiles softly, squeezing your hand as he pauses. “Sweetheart, your eyes are all red and your skin is very warm. It’s okay if you're sick. We don’t have to do anything right now.” 

Your eyebrows furrow and you don't say another word, pulling him down to the couch. You stand up in front of him, standing in between his legs as you untie your robe, revealing the baby blue lingerie set you have on. For a moment, Louis loses his train of thought, staring at you softly and trailing off his sentence. “Sweetheart…”

“I bought this just for you, Louis! So, we can't..not do anything.” you say shyly. His eyes leave the traces of your body, softening as they meet your face. “As much as I would want that my love..” he gets up, taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom. “You’re burning up. I need to make sure my darling is okay.” 

You pout, but cant fight back as he leads you to the bedroom, gently guiding you to sit down. “It was supposed to be perfect..” you say. All he does is smile as he begins to remove your makeup with a nearby tissue. “Perfect?” He repeats. You lay back on your pillows, pouting. “You know what’s perfect?”

You shake your head, pulling the blankets up over you. “Coming home to my beautiful girlfriend. Waiting for me..all pretty in her robe.” he states, pushing your hair back to gaze a you lovingly.

“You aren’t upset?...I wanted to spend the day with you.” you say. He shakes his head, taking your hand and kissing the back of your hand, then every one of your fingers. “Upset? How could I be? My sweetheart is working so hard to make this day special, even when she's sick. I’m so lucky, aren't I?” 

Yet, on a hot summer night when you kicked the covers off, he was always there to be your personal fan. You’d cling your body to him, feeling the cold radiate off of him as he wrapped his strong arms around you.

 “Too cold?” He asks, pausing his hand on your leg. You shake your head adamantly, “Perfect.” you add. Zayne smiles, leaning in closer. You lean back as he puts his arm on the couch head beside you, his lips meeting yours in a chaste kiss. It only takes a few seconds before the kiss becomes deeper, his other hand cupping your face as he hovers over you. Your hands slide up his chest, pulling at his shirt collar. He pulls back, his lips still against yours as he speaks, “Needy, aren’t we?”

You smile, your fingers undoing a button on his shirt. His hand moves down to your waist as he leans back to give you better access to his shirt. Zayne groans against your lips as his phone rings, pulling away to grab it off the coffee table. He glances at the screen, “It’s the hospital.” You sit up, rolling your eyes. “Right now? They do know you’re snowed in, right?” Zayne gets up, giving you one last look, his eyes softening. “I’ll be quick, my love.” He walks away to take the phone call. 

You sit up straight, a bit frustrated by the way Zayne prioritizes his work. You know it’s important to him, but even when he’s snowed in? And lately, you’ve been feeling annoyed by how he can just kiss you goodbye, leave you breathless and then go to work as if nothing’s happened. You want his attention. You need it. 

About thirty minutes later, Zayne comes back into the living room. “Sweetheart, they have-“ he pauses, noticing it’s empty. “Hello? Sweetheart?” He calls out to the room, “Y/N?” He turns to the hallway, peeking into the bathroom, then the office. He finds you in the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed with your arms crossed. Your back is to him, so he doesn’t see the pout on your face. “There you are,” The soft blue light from the window casts a glow on your skin. 

“Y/N?” He comes closer, now able to see your face. He immediately notices your mood, sitting down. “How come you aren’t talking to me, my love?” You pause for a moment, then look at him. “Don’t tell me you’re going into work.” You say. He raises an eyebrow, “Is that what this is about?” You nod. 

“They did call me. Asked me to come in, said they needed some advice on a case.” He says. You get up, groaning. “Zayne, I know your work it’s important to you, but when is the last time we could spend the day like this together?” Zayne watches you with an unreadable expression. “You want me to stay home with you?” You turn around, your face full of flustered frustration, “Of course I do! Zayne you’re my husband, I-I need you! I want you.” You blurt out. Zayne’s silent for a moment before he takes your arm. Before you know it, he has swung himself on top of you, pulling you down on the bed. 

You look up at him with wide eyes, staring as his hair falls over his thoughtful face. “W-what are you…doing?” You stutter out. Zayne brings his hand up to your face, the soft back brushing against your cheek. “My poor wife…has felt neglected, hasn’t she?” He says. The feeling of his cold hand against your cheek instantly makes your mood soften. “I’m just saying that-“ Zayne interrupts. “That you need me?” He says. You notice how intense his stare has gotten, his eyes never leaving your now trembling lips. “I-I do need you…I’ve missed you. Your touch.” You bring your hand up to lock in with his. He squeezes your hand tighter, moving it to the side of your head, his hand sliding down to pin yours down. 

“Then I should make up for lost time.” He leans down, slowly pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, trailing down your jaw, then your neck. “The hospital can survive without me for one night. Because apparently, my poor..needy..wife needs me.” He whispers, close enough where you can feel his breath against your skin. “Hey…I never said I was-!” You let out a gasp as his cold hands trail up your sides, slipping under the oversized tshirt you’re wearing. “Shh…” he murmurs. His kisses get lower and lower against your chest until he presses a cold one directly in the middle, making your entire body shiver. You can feel his hands get colder too against your waist, making your body want to flee. But he holds you in place with his strong hands.

“Do you think I’m a bad husband, my love? Neglecting you…not touching your body as you want me to too?” He says. His hands slide up to cup your breast, massaging gently as you arch into his touch. “Zayne, you’re…you’re perfect.” You let out in a breathy moan. He licks your chest one more time, brushing over your nipple before he pulls away. You look up at him in confusion, obviously needing more. He smirks, “Relax, sweetheart. I’ll show you what a good husband I am.” He says. He moves to your hips under your shirt, pulling down your shorts and panties in one quick motion.

You look over at him nervously, a slight flush growing on your face. “Still shy after all these years, Y/N?” He leans down, his face right between your thighs. His breath is so cold at first you jump and your body shivers as his hands crawl up your thighs, pushing them up. He swings them over his shoulders, looking at you from between your legs. “I’ll ask you this once again, my love. Too cold?” He asks with a grin. You shake your head shyly, “Perfect.” 

As soon as the words fall from your mouth, Zayne dives in between your legs, his mouth wide open as he takes all of you inside of him. You feel his cold breath against your pussy, his tongue working in a fast motion. Your back arches, your body feigning for the touch of his tongue. “Zayne~..” you moan out, your hand coming down to run through his hair. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes as he lets out a huff. His hand runs further up your body, laying against the side of your waist. He starts to move faster, sucking against your clit which makes your eyes shut from the pleasure. 

“That feels so good, don’t stop..-“ you can’t finish your sentence before he uses his other hand to push two fingers inside of you slowly, causing you to gasp. He moves his fingers in and out slowly out of your pussy slowly, contrasting to his fast mouth and tongue. “M-mphhh..” you groan while biting your lip, feeling your body get tenser and tenser. You’re in so much pleasure, you don’t even notice Zayne’s evol starting to act up, the tip of his fingers turning icy blue against your waist. A light blue mist forms around them, freezing soft patches of your skin. You bite your lip harder as Zayne increases the pace of his fingers inside of you. “Aren’t you going to be a good wife? Am I making you feel good enough?” Zayne mutters, working his mouth harder and harder. “I need my wife to cum for me.”