★ dilf!zayne isn’t quite sure if you realize, but you’re a flirt—a dangerous one at that. because like everything else you seem to make him feel, you’re completely unaware that you’re evoking it—provoking him. it’s why he started getting distant when he found himself mindlessly reciprocating in your checkout line some time ago.

but all of it was innocent. harmless. in good fun. at least, that’s what he told himself.

★ dilf!zayne almost hates how easily you reduce him to pure desperation. you bite your lip in understanding and stare into his eyes as he explains what he’ll be able to do for the stray, unknowingly making him wonder if you’d let him do the same. you stand too close as he details the treatment she’ll receive, intoxicating him with your sweet perfume and eyes full of astonished relief. you speak to him so softly, clueless to the fact that you’re why his slacks grow tighter and tighter whenever you addressed him as dr. li.

★ dilf!zayne believes you’re too young—knows you’re too young for him. you seem like you’ve just started finally understanding what it takes to be an adult while he has so much experience on his belt that it’d make your little head spin.

but that’s what draws him to you like a starving fish to the most enticing bait.

what used to be him only seeing you across random aisles once in awhile, turned into zayne being forced to be in your proximity for two weeks straight as you visited like clockwork to check in on the cat you had him help you name.

in that time together, he’s studied you, observed you in selfish admiration. he’s grown to identify the unique inflections of your voice, learned the specific ways you prefer your sandwiches from the deli next door. but most importantly, he discovered that he wasn’t alone in the attraction he struggles to conceal.

★ dilf!zayne makes it a point to pay attention to what you like and ensures you have it. he noticed how much you stared when he’d roll his sleeves up to check on the animals. from that point forward, that was often how you saw him.

you complimented him in his glasses? he wore them more. told him you were impressed with how strong he was? he made sure to wear a dress shirt a size too small so you could see his muscles moving beneath with ease. promised that the gray throughout his raven hair made him even more handsome? he styled it in a way that made them more pronounced.

anything, all of it, was for and would continue to be for your gaze.

★ dilf!zayne knew that his resolve was bound to break. he just didn’t expect for it to happen this fast or in his office in the middle of the work day.

but you teased. you teased and prodded like you always do until he finally decided that you couldn’t get away with it anymore. in the blink of an eye, his large hand was braced beneath the underside of your jaw and his tongue was down you throat.

it was as if you could distinctly hear the ticking in his watch to be as loud as the beat of your frantic heart. and with his door now shut for much needed privacy, the older man takes in a sight he never thought he’d get to see—you bent over his desk with your skirt flipped up and damp blush pink panties at your ankles. he stood behind you as you bared yourself so readily for him, breathless and swaying your hips in anticipation for his touch.

“what shall i do with you, hm?” he spoke lowly, grabbing a handful of your ass and spreading you open to get a proper look at both your desperate holes. your shuddering whimpers and mumbled begging only made his cock ache more to be suffocated by what he already knew would do irreversible damage to him. “you want to be used, isn’t that right? need someone who knows what he’s doing to correct your petty behavior. nobody has been successful thus far, it seems. but tell me, do you believe you’re deserving of it?”

“i d-do,” you sniffled, driven to frustrated tears that you were still so empty. you gasped in delighted surprise as he brought your hands behind your back and felt the silk of his tie begin to be wrapped around your wrists. “p-pleasepleaseplease, dr. li. i swear i’ll be good, i p-promise i won’t—”

“zayne,” he corrects before tightening the knot. the sound soon after of his belt and zipper being undone makes your desperate pussy tighten. “when i fuck you, that’s what you call me. is that understood? or must i utilize more efficient methods to make sure that you do?”

★ dilf!zayne nearly loses all sense of control as he watches the fat mushroom tip of his cock be sucked in by your drooling cunt. he has to steady himself before attempting to go any further, glasses slowly falling down his nose bridge the more he stares down at how you seem to almost struggle to fit him.

“zayneeee,” you cry out meekly, trying to push back to make him stuff you all the way. god, the sounds from how soaked you are sends a shiver down his spine. “i c-can take it… please move zayne, p-please just do something…”

he wanted to regret this. he wanted to convince himself that he was crossing a line, that while it wasn’t wrong to be with someone much younger, it didn’t mean that he should be. but when you clenched around his dick and arched your back in acceptance to what he was giving you, zayne knew then that he couldn’t give a single fuck.

★ dilf!zayne ruins you. completely. but he can’t deny that the effect you have has proven to do the same to him.

he pistons his hips with a relentless effort that steals the air from your lungs each time his skin connects with yours. the heat of him against you and the way his cock takes up every bit of the space inside your body makes drool spill down your cheek pressed to the surface. hopefully the papers beneath weren’t of any importance.

“such a goddamn headache,” he grits out, fingers digging into your flesh to give himself more leverage to keep stretching you. it sends you reeling, and with every plap! plap! plap! of his balls to your clit, you knew there wasn’t anyone else to ever replace him. “you shouldn’t… f-fuck—ah—you shouldn’t feel this good…”

he’d never admit to you that it’s been awhile since he’d last been able to let off such… steam. but he didn’t have to when you can feel how deep he tries to dig in you, nearly reaching your stomach from his hushed urgency to release.

★ dilf!zayne needs to fill you up with his cum and doesn’t stop even when he does. he has to reach around and press his palm to your mouth to keep you from moaning too loud and risking his reputation, practice, and entire career with one orgasm.

“behave.” that’s your only warning. deep, serious, yet oddly fond.

it’s a miracle that you do—with his help, of course—keep your sounds down as he fucks his thick load into you. he tilts his head slightly with marveling lust as he holds onto your bound hands and watches his cum leak out to only get pushed back in when he surges forward slowly. all there is once the both of you are left with dizzying satisfaction is your breaths trying to settle.

“do you work tonight?” he inquired gently while adjusting his slightly fogged thin frames and undoing your constraints, still buried in your used pussy. there was an odd comfort he had there, one you didn’t intend to disrupt.

“mm-mm. not ‘till friday. why?”

“no reason. just i’d… appreciate seeing you outside of business hours.”

“awwww dr. li…” you cooed in a playful taunt. “is this your way of saying you like me?”

zayne huffs out a laugh. he does like you. a lot, in fact. and that just might be the beginning of his undoing.

a/n: the dilf saga continues… i miss zayne so fucking bad, it’s not even funny….