#ask zone

[zaynezone]

Omg sylus sitting you in his lap while you’re shopping and him teasing you into spending more and more

You should've known not to tell Sylus you needed something.

All you had done was offhandedly mention you needed a new perfume because yours had run out. Just like that, his ears had perked up and he was pulling you into his lap and opening the Sephora website on his computer.

"Which one do you want?" He murmurs into your ear, making you shiver as your slightly shaking hands type in the name of your perfume. He knows how much it works you up to sit in his lap like this, which is exactly why he'd done it. You try to focus and choose the regular size, but he clicks his tongue disapprovingly.

"You wouldn't want to run out again. Get the biggest one. And a few refills." His lips brush your neck as he speaks, making the task of clicking more things considerably more difficult.

You think it's over when the perfume is in your cart. But he doesn't let you move an inch, grip around your waist tightening just slightly when you sit up.

"S-Sylus I don't need anything else." You try not to think about how warm he is, and how your lower abdomen twists when he looks at you through his lashes.

"Your mascara is almost finished. Get a new one, won't you, sweetie?" A hand slips under your shirt, caressing your bare skin. You swear he smirks when your eyes flutter as you try to keep yourself collected.

It's almost a Herculean task getting your mascara in the cart. You have half a mind to just beg him to bend you over the desk now, feeling his excitement against your ass. But still, he hums in disapproval.

"Didn't you say you wanted to try a new body lotion? Get that fancy one." His words are mumbled against your skin as he sucks marks on your neck, fully grinding his hard on against you now.

You add the lotion and press check out before he can see another word. Still, the total is ridiculous, but Sylus merely chuckles when he sees the number.

"So expensive...I expect a kiss in return." He notes, though his eyes widen when you turn around in his lap, eyes hazy.

"Oh, I'll give you more than a kiss."

[zaynezone]

soo what do you imagine zayne's reaction upon seeing mc/reader bare-faced, hair down and wearing her pajamas for the first time?

- 😺 anon

Zayne is pretty sure he's getting a hang of this boyfriend thing.

He'd gathered from your text that you'd had a very busy, chaotic day, full of annoying tasks and people getting on your nerves. So naturally, the correct boyfriend thing to do would be grab your favourite take out and head over to your place, right?

As he stands by your door, he finds himself feeling almost...nervous. The two of you often spent time together at odd hours, mostly due to the nature of your respective jobs, but something about this feels different. Perhaps it's the overnight bag sitting in the trunk of his car, or the fact that you'd so casually mentioned going for breakfast tomorrow, as if it was a given he'd spend the night.

He might even sleep in your bed.

Before he can dwell on that thought too much, the door opens. You light up when you see him, but Zayne remains absolutely stuck.

You look...beautiful.

Of course, he thinks that every time he sees you. But usually he sees a more "done up" version of you, with your hair done and makeup on. Tonight however, your hair is down and slightly disheveled, your face is slightly shiny with what he assumes to be your nighttime skincare, and you're dressed in a large faded t-shirt and plaid pyjama pants.

"Zayne? What are you doing here so late?" You smile softly, leaning on the doorway to let him in. For a moment, words simply escape him as he stares at you. But when your brow raises, he manages to pull himself together.

"I...brought you dinner." He holds up the bag, through he almost drops it when your face lights up in joy.

"Oh you're just the best boyfriend ever! Come on, we can eat this in bed, right?"

Well, he's definitely got this boyfriend thing down.

[zaynezone]

I just saw a tik tok about a girl who had to go to the doctor because she and her boyfriend got too crazy the night before, and the doctor found that she literally had mild internal bruising 😭 Could I request getting a little carried away with zayne and HIM doing your checkup and seeing that? 😭 he’d probably feel bad but i would be cackling so much I’d forget about being sore.

the way I've literally thought about this scenario before is so funny

Going to the doctor used to be an uncomfortable experience, being poked and prodded and fussed over always used to annoy you. The experience got marginally better when Zayne had become your doctor and you had almost started to enjoy your visits.

Now that Zayne was your boyfriend, you'd gone back to being annoyed.

"It's really not a big deal." You say as you sit on the paper covered chair in Zayne's office. He frowns when you wince, not at all pleased with your obvious lie.

"You're in pain. It's my job to figure out why." He adjusts his glasses, running through the checklist on his clipboard. You indulge, mostly cause he looks so cute today.

"When did the pain start?"

"I felt it a little last night, but it got worse this morning."

"Is it constant or does it come and go?"

"It's constant."

"Any other symptoms?"

"Well, my back hurts a little, and I was a bit nauseous this morning." Zayne frowns, checking over your bloodwork. You watch as he thinks for a moment, likely running over each scenario in his head. But then, a look of sheer horror appears on his face as his eyes snap to yours, wide with...guilt?

"What is it? I'm not dying, right?" You joke, though there's a knot in your stomach.

"No. No you're...you're not dying." He looks away, ears bright red. You catch his hand, tugging it to get his attention. A sigh leaves his lips as he turns back to you.

"I believe that I-that you have a...bruised cervix."

"...You bruised my cervix?" You echo incredulously. Zayne looks mortified, and your anxiety dissipates as the humour of the situation dawns on you.

"I'm very sorry. I'll get you something for the pain. And I'll be more careful next time." He looks about to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness, so you spare him for now.

"It's alright Zayne. Really, it's just a dull ache. I'll be good as new in a couple days and then we can do as much doggy as you like!" He sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose, likely to prevent a guilt induced migraine.

"We won't be having sex for at least a week."

"...What?!"

[zaynezone]

How do you think Zayne would react if he sees that mc got his name tattooed? Or maybe just his initial somewhere like the back of her neck or her hip? 🤔

Hiding it had been no easy task.

Zayne was perceptive. He noticed when you got so much as a paper cut. So having to hide a tattoo until it healed was certainly a challenge.

Especially since it meant you couldn't take your pants off around him.

"What are you doing?" Zayne asks, eyeing the bundle of clothes you're carrying with you to the bathroom.

"I'm just...going to change my clothes." To this, Zayne raises a brow. You haven't been shy around him in a while, and he's certainly seen you in various states of undress.

"Why can't you change in here?"

"I...don't want you looking at me." A pitiful lie, but it seems to strike Zayne oddly. His eyes widen, then quickly dart away.

"I see. Well, I won't look if you don't want me to. But if changing in the bathroom makes you more comfortable then I won't stop you." He sounds remorseful, and guilt quickly forms in your stomach.

"No no it's not that. Okay, it's just...I'll show you." You carefully shimmy out of your pants, walking over to him and slightly lifting your shirt.

His initials are etched in a thin, delicate cursive along your hip. In particular, it's Zayne's handwriting, pulled from the first of many love letters he had ever written for you.

He says nothing for a whole minute, eyes wide as he moves closer to inspect the still healing tattoo, his thumb brushing the skin underneath it.

"Do...do you like it?" You ask hesitantly. He looks up, hazel eyes watery and still so filled with adoration.

"I love it. It's perfect. Could you do me one favour?"

"Oh, um sure?"

"Go write down your initials. I'll need to get a matching tattoo."

[zaynezone]

may I please request zayne being really clingy and sweet at the hospital when you arrive for a check up or something early on in the relationship? maybe the other doctors are observing the usually reserved zayne being touchy and cuddly 🥹 they might even overhear some cute teasing or him being called zaynie and responding to it

"Come in." Zayne greets you politely as you step into his office, as if he hadn't dropped you off at work just this morning. The facade drops when the door clicks shut, as he leans in for a kiss almost immediately.

"How's your day been so far?" You murmur as you adjust his tie, still feeling warm from his proximity. He hums, keeping close to you as he guides you to the chair in front of his desk. He leans against the wood, fingers tapping the edge as you sit down.

"It's been alright. It's better now that I've seen you. Do you...need something in particular?" You hadn't let him know why you were dropping by, so he's obviously curious.

"I stopped by that cafe with the limited edition pastries. I thought you might like one." You pull the paper bag out, the scent of butter and chocolate filling the air. You thought it might have been too forward of you, but seeing his pupils dilate at the sight of pastries washes away your worries.

He pulls the chocolate filled croissant apart, offering you the clearly bigger piece. You take it with a smile, biting into it happily.

The two of you enjoy the pastries in a comfortable silence, careful not to get too many crumbs on Zayne's carpet.

"Oh, here." Zayne pulls a napkin from the bag, leaning in close to carefully wipe the corner of your mouth. You move forward, hand moving to his knee to steady yourself.

"Dr. Zayn-oh." Greyson's voice cuts through the charged silence. A flicker of irritation crosses Zayne's face as he looks up.

"I'm on my lunch break." Is all he says, his tone rather cold as he stands up.

You see the way Greyson's gaze lands on the hand resting on your shoulder, his eyes widening just a fraction as understanding dawns on him.

"O-oh um right right of course, I'll come back." You stop him, standing up next to Zayne.

"Don't worry about it. I was just leaving." You turn to Zayne with a smile. Irritation gives way to disappointment as he reluctantly sighs, bidding you goodbye with a chaste peck on the cheek, his hand gently running over your back.

You pass by Greyson as you leave, and you swear you hear typing from his pocket.

[zaynezone]

Sleepy morning sex with Zayne, woken up by his nose nuzzling your neck and his hand inching lower. Muttering something about just relaxing and letting him handle everything as he draws your leg up to angle against your center... bed head and glasses on btw.

Sometimes you think you're dating a koala.

Zayne is wrapped around you, face pressed into the crook of your neck, leaving soft kisses as you slowly blink awake. You have no idea how he notices but he tilts his head up to look at you. His hair is still sticking all over the place and he's squinting just enough for you to reach over and retrieve his glasses, carefully sliding them onto his nose.

"Thank you." He murmurs as your head falls against the pillow. He kisses you softly, his body settling between your legs.

"You're welcome." You answer, torn between going back to the bliss of sleep or getting up to properly continue what he's started. Luckily, Zayne reads you easily.

"Just relax. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." He whispers against your lips as you lazily kiss him back. Sleep still tugs at you so you only watch with half lidded eyes as he pulls your shirt up to leave open mouth kisses on your chest.

"Please..." You manage to breathe out and he hums softly, hand skimming the outside of your thigh as he pulls it aside to grind against you. His glasses are askew, his hair is a mess, and still your breath is taken by how cute he is.

The words are stolen from you when he grinds against you, making you gasp softly. He nuzzles your collarbone when you whine in need, sucking a small mark there.

"C-come on Zayne..." You sigh and he chuckles, lithe fingers finding the waistband of your shorts.

"I suppose I'll be having breakfast in bed today."

[zaynezone]

One of your post had "don't be afraid to send NSFW request.." n my dumb ass thought you said "don't be afraid to send NUDES".. I had to read that for about 5 times to see if I saw right.

Anyway imagine zayne attempting to send nudes for the first time

i was gonna say send those too and then i realized i should NOT say that on here of all places don't send me (or anyone for that matter) nudes please

It's one of those rare days where you're working late and Zayne finds himself at home, alone and missing you. Luckily, you're just working on reports so you're still sporadically responding to his text messages.

They start innocently enough, updating you on his dinner, on the new medical documentary airing on tv, little things that you heart and don't respond to. It's why he doesn't think too much when he snaps a photo fresh out of the shower.

The camera is mostly aimed at the heart drawn on the steamy mirror. But all of your attention is focused on the towel slung sinfully low on his hips, as well as the way his still wet abs glisten under the lights.

'Take the towel off'

At first, your message confuses Zayne. He knows you won't be home for a while, did you really want him to wait naked for you for hours?

Not that he wouldn't, but still.

It's only when the next message of 'Send more pictures please' does he start to understand, smiling a little to himself when you send a praying emoji. Of course, he'll entertain you, even if it leaves him feeling somewhat awkward to remove his towel and point the camera at the foggy mirror once more.

Just thinking about the current state you're in is enough to have blood rushing to his lower region, getting hard incredibly quickly. He tries not to overthink the picture, snapping one and sending it without looking it over. You view it instantly, then heart it, and he watches as the bubbles load for a remarkably long time before turning into a message.

'Be home in five.'

Funny, considering you work 15 minutes away.