milf!fem!sylus who calls you "baby" in that low, dulcet tone of hers. it sends shivers down your spine and makes you flustered, eyes darting away shyly to avoid the knowing smirk on her lips.
just her saying, "you're welcome, baby," after you thank her for fixing your dryer.
her saying, "are you sure you don't want more, baby?" when she cooks you a fantastic meal and you can't have another bite because you're so full.
her saying, "you look so beautiful, baby," in a tone so reverent it heats you up from within. standing before her in a cute sundress that flows to your mid-thigh with a careless strap sliding down the round of your shoulder.
her saying, "does it feel good, baby?" softly, almost a growl as she lifts up the hem of that same sundress and rubbing firm circles over your panty-covered clit. "good girl. you're doing so good, baby," she praises, talented fingers shifting your panties to the side to tease at your fluttering hole.
her saying, "i'll see you in the evening, baby," with a smile as she kisses you soundly before leaving you, kiss drunk and happy, on her porch all wrapped up in her silk robe that smells her perfume.
you love it when zayne kisses you while both of you are wearing glasses.
And Zayne kisses you any chance he gets, so it happens very often.
Sleep had gripped your mind and body as you lay on your bed. The thoughts of staying up for Zayneâs return wafted through your mind weakly. You donât know how long you had dozed off before you feel a dip in the mattress behind you. You stirred when an arm wrapped around your waist.
âZayne?â you called out, voice groggy.
âYes. Iâm here, my love.â
âHmm.â
You spun around, facing him, but before you could even take him in properly, he leaned in to give you a wet peck on your lips. You hear a sharp âclackâ sound, and glasses you didnât realise were still on your face skew diagonally after colliding with his face.
You hum, in question, adjusting your glasses before looking at him whole.
Heâs already comfortably in his pyjamas, butâ
âYouâre still wearing your glasses.â
âYou as well.â
âYeah. I meant to stay awake for you.â
There is a hint of a smile on his lips before kissing you again. This time, deeper, longer, wetter, telling you without words how he missed you so much.
And you use the motion of your lips and tongue and the caress of your thumb on his cheek to let him know itâs very much reciprocated.
The movement of your head makes your glasses collide once, twice, and thrice more.
The sounds from the metal on plastic seamlessly harmonise with the sounds from your mashing lips.
You like it. So much.
When your lips part, you are giggling.
âLooks like our glasses want in on the action, too," you chirp as you set your glasses straight again. You also fix his glasses for him.
âI thought you would take them off.â
âWellâŚâ you drawl the word. âMaybe I like bumping glasses with you, Zayne.â
His low, rhythmic chuckle warms you up. âWell then, be my guest, my love.â
You canât recall how long you kiss him for before falling asleep, but you wake the next morning, glasses touching glasses and mingling shallow breaths.
a/n: for my fellow glasses-wearing zayne mains, lovers and enjoyers, love y'all <3 (glasses4glasses supremacy lmaooo) (also the tense change was purposeful but probably poorly done, but i'll fix it later if needs be)
zayne going "open wide...just like that, that's good..." when he's checking your throat with a tongue depressor during your semi-annual medical check up.
if he wants to be a bit mean, he'll place the tongue depressor further up your tongue, until it sits close to the back of your throat. then he gets to hear you gag a little, gets to see your throat swallow and his mind wanders. his thoughts turn indecent as he imagines you gagging around his cock, swallowing around his tip as you drool all over his girth.
"everything looks good," zayne always tells you and you always thank him with a pretty smile. your voice slightly raspy from gagging and zayne has to discreetly readjust himself in his slacks.
and had to remind himself every time to be a damn professional and do his damn job.
