Thinking about… single father Zayne..<3☃️🧑🧒
CW:smut MINORS DNI,blow job,Zayne stroking himself to mc?,female reader,he has a daughter,English is not my first language!!sorry for any misspelling <\3
You met Zayne when you were looking for a job as a nanny. He happened to need someone to look after his little daughter, Lumi.
When you first met Lumi and him in a cafe, you were amazed at how much of an exact replica she was of him in appearance.
It was a simple routine, you would pick up Lumi from her school, come to her and Zayne's house, feed her food that Zayne had prepared in advance, play with her, shower, and sleep.
You saw Lumi as a wonderful, smiling, sweet girl, and you felt that there was a special connection between the two of you, and Zayne? You thought he was a very handsome guy, but you saw him as a person who kept to himself, you couldn't decipher his feelings for the most part, it's not that he wasn't nice to you, he was very polite and kind, but you couldn't decipher more than that about him
You had just put Lumi to bed, you heard the door open and you already realized that Zayne had returned to the house. "Good evening, Mr. Zay-" Your words were cut off the moment you saw him barely standing on his own two feet.
Stuffy nose, rosy cheeks, and tired eyes, he was undoubtedly sick.
"Mr. Zayne, are you okay?" you asked worriedly.
He coughed and looked at you with a little shame. "I probably caught the flu from one of my patients," he said, hanging his coat on the coat rack. "You're free to go," he added.
"Let me.. let me help you," you said and held his hand.
"You don't have to," he whispered with a stuffy nose.
"But I want to" you gave him a soft smile,and he sighed.
“I really… don’t want to bother you” he looked at you softly.
You took his hand and sat him down on the couch. "Lie down," you said softly.
You looked at him, even though he was sick, he was so beautiful. The more you looked at him, the more you felt warmth in your lower stomach.
“I can wait with you until someone comes to be with you. After all, I don't want you to be alone when you're so sick," you told him, his gaze darkening a bit. "I... don't need help. You can go. I can manage on my own," he told you.
He says he doesn’t need help, but his body betrays him: dizziness, shallow breathing, fevered skin.
“Do you have... someone to be with you and take care of you?" you asked out of the blue. "N-no, I don't," he whispered with shame.
"Let me help you please, Mr. Zayne," you said. "You can call me Zayne, that's more than enough," he said, his ears reddening.
He saw you as a beautiful and nice girl, but nothing more than that until this moment.
Zayne will never admit it, but he enjoyed the female validation he got from you a little too much. He hadn't been treated like this in so long, not since his ex-wife left him. He felt pathetic and perverted that your concern made his dick erect. Concern, the most basic emotion in the world, but that a beautiful girl like you was giving him something he had been deprived of for years? He just couldn't control it!
"Let me stay here tonight, help you settle down a little because you're so sick, just like I'm taking care of Lumi when she's sick!״ You said and smiled at him, "Even just to see if you need anything during the night, if it makes you feel better, so I don't have to be your full-on caregiver," you said.
Suddenly you dared and caressed his cheek, feeling that it could show him that he was seen in your eyes, that everything was okay and that there was nothing to be ashamed of.
Zayne felt his tip throbbing under his pants, he hadn't felt a woman's touch in so long, he let out a light sigh from his mouth, not from despair, from the fact that he felt like he was about to cum in his pants, just because of your soft palm on his face "Okay" he whispered
He didn't agree to you helping him walk towards his room. He walked towards his room, gently closing it behind him, and you stayed in the living room. You decided to surprise him and tidy up the living room area a bit, so that he would have a little less work the next day.
While you worked on the living room, Zayne worked on the base of his cock with his big hand, his muscular thighs each pushing out, twitching with pleasure, the red, angry tip secreting pre cum, how he wished you were his hand, Zayne wasn't a person who usually touched himself, but your little touch made his brain feel things he hadn't felt in a long time.
"Sweetheart.. this touch of yours… look what you're doing to me, like a damn pervert.." He whispered to himself, he made sure to make gentle strokes all over his cock, he massaged a little under the head of his cock, groaning quietly, he wanted to take it slow, give his cock a good massage that hits deliciously in all the places he's neglected
He felt his body betraying him, he was so sick, he couldn't even breathe through his nose, small sighs came out of his mouth along with ragged breaths, he closed his eyes, imagining it was you, he felt so bad, he felt perverted, dirty, he thought about how sweet you were, but he just couldn't stop "I'm sorry… I'm sorry sweet thing…" he whispered
You remember that you had to ask Zayne if he needed you to watch Lumi tomorrow, so you walked quietly towards his room, you didn't really hear any noise from his room, so you thought he was sleeping, you didn't want to disturb him but you had to plan your day so you opened his door to wake him up, only he wasn't sleeping.
"I'm sorry..!" he said "You weren't supposed to see that.." He looked at you, red and embarrassed, your eyes slid to between his thighs, you stared at it, veiny, juicy and thick, you felt saliva build up in your mouth "I can help you with that.." you dared to say, eyes looking at his beautiful face
He felt all the blood rushing from his cock to his cheeks. "I.. won't resist this," he whispered shyly. You closed the door behind you, crouching between his thighs. You started slowly, kissing the inside of his thighs, enjoying the fact that he winced from your touch.
"Are you okay?" You stopped and asked. "Yes.. please.. continue" he whispered, a light growl escaping his throat. "Okay" you said as you suddenly bit the inside of his thigh, a gentle bite, his body tensed, his hands gripped the bed sheets. You felt his thighs enclosing your head. "I'm sorry... it feels so good" he whined. The feeling of his thighs hugging your face made you feel something wet gathering in your panties.
“Zayne.. Can I… make you feel good?” You looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. “Fuck… please,” he said, cradling your face with both of his hands.
You moved towards the base of his cock, kissing open kisses until you reached his tip, you started licking the tip of his cock, a salty taste building up on your tongue, he groaned "Exactly like that... you're doing such a good job..." he said, you squeezed your thighs together as the words came out of his mouth.
You started to work deeper with your mouth, saliva flowing all over his cock, you were gagging from how big it was, you felt his hand caressing the crown of your head, gentle caresses "You are so good to me… so so.. good to me” to he said, your eyes rolled back from the intense feeling you were feeling right now
You pushed your head deeper, your nose came into contact with his pubic hair, he groaned, you continued to move up and down his erect "I'm so close.." he gasped, you felt his large hand on your throat "I want to feel you swallow my cum" he said, you moaned as your mouth was full of his cock.
You started to increase the pace, gagging, and suddenly he started to move his hips gently, trying to pleasure himself with your mouth, greedily and deliciously, until threads of your cum came out from the tip of his cock, continuing to ride his orgasm, he grabs your throat with a little force just to feel you swallow his cum ,your mouth filled with a salty and warm feeling, trying to swallow as much as you can out of the big load that came out of him, "Fuck..." he curses under his breath, you separate your lips from his penis, you places a kiss on his tip lovingly, causing him to gasp for breath. your mouth dripping with a combination of his cum and your saliva
"Are you feeling better?" you ask, wiping the saliva from your lip. "Much, much better, honey," he says.
Guys this is my first smut in English please be nice to me im begging
