黎深 ` ── 𝑫𝒓. 𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆 𝑳𝒊 .

📱I thought you might enjoy them, so I picked up a box.

📱Do you want to try them together?

After sending off the series of quick texts, Marina hugged her phone to her chest. It was often difficult to find time in Zayne's busy schedule, but she was hoping the offer of dessert might prove tempting enough for him to fit her in.

Zayne's phone was placed on the desk in his office. he had just returned from the OR to rest only to find a few texts from his patient. Or rather his childhood sweetheart.

His lips curved into a soft smile as all the exhaustion he had got washed away.

📱 Feel free to come over at 2:00 PM. You have a check up as well. Don't be late.

📱Thanks for the reminder, Dr. Zayne. I promise I'll be on time!

She started typing and deleting a follow up message several times, finally just hitting send before she could second guess it.

📱 I'm looking forward to seeing you 😊

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He got excited seeing you write down that you're looking forward to seeing him because he was just as excited.

...

Zayne got out of his office calling you in. "Get in, Marina, you're late." He held the door open for you before closing it behind him, gesturing for you to sit down.

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆.

There’s just something about Zayne seeing you in lingerie that you didn’t expect. 

I headcanon that Zayne isn't the type to outright buy you lingerie at the beginning of your relationship, buuuut one time when you were both getting intimate, he noticed you wearing a matching sky-blue set underneath your cream pajamas. It wasn't anything too fancy, just a light-colored bra that sported a tiny white satin bow at the center of the material and matching panties adorned with white polka dots. You’d noticed the visible blush that covered his ears, with his cheeks dusted in a similar pink as his eyes slowly raked over the fabric covering you with his lips parted, all the while his fingers traced the curve of your tits and landed on the white satin bow. “You are breathtaking, my love. And this fabric only serves to heighten your beauty.” He’d whisper, his voice cracking.

Loves, loves, loooves those sheer-fabric babydoll tops where he can just almost see your beautiful skin underneath.

Zayne's usually composed brain would short-circuit when you wear something backless, preferably something with intricate designs at the back so that he can take his own sweet time unwrapping you, even though he’d be getting impatient under his slacks. As a surgeon, he’d use clinical precision with each clip and hook, savoring the time taken to undress you. The fact that he can appreciate you like this by stepping out of line (in his words) is so fucking addictive to him. 

Zayne would love those panties that open right in the crotch area so that he could snap the fabric open himself. But before that, he’d grin up at you smugly from between your legs, green eyes twinkling as he leans down between your thighs to snap the fabric open with his teeth. Just to be a tease, he’d blow cool air using his Evol from his lips right at your entrance, making you arch your back at the temperature difference. “This is the perfect remedy for me to chase away my exhaustion.” 

When you surprise Zayne with a new set you’d just bought, an icy blue lingerie set that is decorated with little silver snowflakes, he’d just stand in the doorway, dumbfounded and in awe. “I wonder how long you were planning to pull this stunt on me." He’d whisper, stalking towards you slowly as he takes the ethereal sight of his love in front of him, thanking his lucky stars he gets to have you like this.  

There’s a time you’re both browsing at the mall and happen to stop by a store that showcases a model wearing a powder-blue babydoll top, making your eyes crinkle in excitement. You clasp your hands and nudge Zayne on the elbow playfully, only for him to revert his already blushing gaze from the mannequin, as he couldn't help but picture you in it. “What do you think?” You’d ask, only for him to clear his throat and adjust his tie to admit lowly, “Well, I wouldn't be opposed to it.” Next thing you know, you’re walking out of the store with a little white bag and Zayne tucking his wallet into his pocket. 

He’d also definitely be the type to initiate roleplay when you sit on the edge of the bed wearing the same powder-blue babydoll top he bought for you, legs spread apart so that Zayne can get the full view of the tantalizing dessert that’s waiting for him. After all, he was a man who favored sweetness, on the tongue and otherwise. “After conducting a preliminary visual analysis, it seems my patient requires a more hands-on demonstration.” 

Zayne would also be the type to have you sit on top of him and grind down his hardening cock while you're wearing a silk camisole in a soft cloud-blue. While his hands massage the soft plush of your ass, an excuse he brought up just to help relieve your tension (or so he says), he’d reach up to your shoulder and take the strap of the camisole between his teeth to tug it down your arm as he whispers, “Is this what you wanted?” He’d look up at you with the most earnest eyes ever, holding you with fervor like you might freeze away from his grasp again. 

You’ve seen those big floofy robes that have feathers at the sleeves and the base of the robe, yeah? If you’d be walking around the house wearing one of those, Zayne would just subtly eye you as you walk around, not saying anything just yet. But when you reach the kitchen to get a glass of water, you’d hear the soft shut of a laptop before he walks towards you. “I see that you’ve begun upgrading your wardrobe since our last…encounter.” He’d stop right in front of you before swiftly placing you on the kitchen counter, glass long forgotten. He’d absolutely devour the act of spreading the robe apart slowly to reveal your bare legs to him, relishing the way the feathers feel on the tips of his fingers. 

I think Zayne would enjoy one of those bras that snap right in the middle, for easier access, of course. There’s a time when Zayne gets needy for you after a long night at the Akso Hospital’s gala dinner. He gets impatient and can’t wait till he gets home because you’re dressed like temptation itself. His knuckles get white as he grips the steering wheel until he decides to stop right at the side of the road. With one swift movement, he unclasps his seatbelt and reaches for you, the dress you were wearing that night just taunting him to his limit. “Forgive me, my love, I can’t seem to wait anymore.” He’d pant as he reaches forward to rid you of your dress, only for his eyes to slightly widen as he sees a small metal clasp nestled perfectly between your tits. When he snaps it open, his pupils dilate, and his lips part like a starved man that just found water. “This is…an excellent little device.” He’d latch his mouth to your tit immediately, groaning when you thread your fingers in his hair to keep him there. 

Zayne loves it when you get more comfortable around him and at home. While Zayne is busy reading his book before bed, he notices you getting into bed from the corner of his eye, wearing a light denim-colored slip dress that reaches your thighs. As you get into bed, the dress rides up your thigh and rests just barely under your ass. While it wasn't intentional at all, Zayne can’t help but shut his book immediately, turning around to curve his body behind yours to spoon you. He’d place his palm right behind your knee and slide it up veeeery slowly across the plush of your thigh, squeezing it gently before sliding up the slip dress to uncover your ass. Oh, and he’d let out a soft moan into your ears when he discovers you're wearing the cutest white thongs underneath. You’d whimper as he squeezes your ass before whispering in your ear, “I’m starting to think…you’re doing this on purpose.” 

One night after a grueling day at work, Zayne would offer you a massage to help relax your muscles. After you shower, you slip into a short pastel-blue silk robe, making Zayne pinch the bridge of his nose with his fingers because he knows he wouldn't be able to maintain his composure around you. But Zayne is a professional, renowned cardiac surgeon; he can maintain his composure in the most critical situations. Unfortunately…not around you. Because it's you. Regardless, he puts your comfort first and settles on your side and begins executing his massaging techniques, feeling the knots in each of your muscle groups relax in record time. You can’t help but let out little moans at how comforting it all feels, shutting your eyes and relaxing your body as you allow yourself to be taken care of by Zayne, who seems to be treasuring each of the heavenly sounds you make. All of a sudden, you’d feel something cold settle on your skin. Opening your eyes, you’d start to see little snowflakes fall around you and frost settle on your silk robe and your skin. “Zayne, your Evol…” You’d whisper, looking up at him with concern. “Apologies. My condition…” He trails off, bringing your palm to cup his cheek. He leans into the curve of your palm before slowly whispering. “However, there are certain things we can do to raise our body temperature.”