a/n: idk what this is but it wouldn’t leave my head so hopefully now that I wrote it out, it will. ig zayne with foggy glasses as he eats you out is something my mind likes to think about…?
so… zayne takes the glasses off during sexy time but I like to imagine that he keeps them on.
so thinking about Zayne who keeps the glasses on. Your normally composed and calm lover on his knees, lapping at your folds and watching his glasses fog up and staring at your flushed face with his love sick gaze as you writhe in pleasure from his tongue. your image is blurry from the condensation that piles up upon his glasses but it doesn’t stop him as he ruts against your leg, seeking his own reprieve.
his heavy breathing would cause the lenses to fog up, practically panting against your cunt, he’s having to readjust his glasses that slip down his nose and pleasing you at the same time, you don't make it any easier by squirming. you tug at his inky strands, whining about how you're so close, and how his tongue suckles so perfectly around your throbbing bundles of nerves or occasionally dips onto your squelching hole.
he doesn’t stop — he can’t stop — not when the taste of you is so addicting. he won’t stop even when his glasses are slipping down, only supported by your flesh that’s so pressed against his nose that it prevents the poor spectacles from falling. he can’t stop when he’s moaning at your taste, drinking in all of you when you come undone so beautifully on his tongue and clumsily pushing up the pair of lenses that sit on his cheeks.
and with his misty glasses sitting haphazardly on his cheekbones that’re flushed a pretty shade of pink, supple thighs on either side of his head, and panting softly against your twitchy cunt with a salacious string of saliva that webs between his tongue and your soft folds... this might just be my favorite zayne.