Lights Out [h.s]

Bestfriend's Dad

Lilah: 19 yeards old Mr Styles: 39 years old 

The thing is, I've always had a thing for older men. The attraction began when I was about 15 and started fancying older celebrities but at that point, I thought it was normal. Everyone fancied Robert Downey Jr and Leonardo DiCaprio. But then I'd be walking down the street, and as all my friends started gawking at the hot 18, 19, 20-year-old boys I'd be staring at their 40 something-year-old dads right beside them. So yeah, kind of figured that probably isn't so normal.

Although the word dilf had to come from somewhere though didn't it?

And I will tell you right now, I know the hottest mother fucking dilf to walk planet earth. This man, god he is on his own playing field. I'm surprised he ever got tied down at all, I wouldn't blame him at all if he just absorbed all the female attention he must get because this man is F I N E.

He has this chestnut brown hair that's short of the sides and longer on top, but it's so floppy and curled, I just want to run my fingers through it and never stop. His skin always has this golden tan because his family seem to always be vacationing in the hot sunny countries because God knows you can't have a natural tan like his living in the UK. Then he has this sharp jaw, one that when I see him clenching when deep in thought, it literally sends tingles right through my body down to my core. Then his eyes... god I have never seen anything so beautiful ever. They're this shade of green I've never seen before, depending on his mood they change, sometimes they're bright green, others a deep forest green then sometimes just right in the middle with this warm shade, I think that might be my favourite.

But then something about the deep forest shade, often when he's frustrated, seems to just stare into my soul, igniting me from inside out.

For work, he has some business job, I haven't asked much about it I just know he rakes in a lot of money because they have this beautiful house with a huge outdoor swimming pool. And I don't ask questions because anytime he is around me after or before work, he is always wearing this damn all-black suit with the shirt unbuttoned at the top where I can see a scattering of chest hair, only a little, not a lot, and also a peek at some of his tattoos. And when I see him dressed like that? Well, I just go completely feral, I have to literally remove myself from the room before I say something I can never take back.

I've seen him almost naked once.

One time.

And it's forever engraved in my brain.

I say almost naked because he was wearing swim shorts. But that showed me enough of his body to know that he must be packing underneath, no one can have that hot of a body, that toned and defined, and not be packing, you know? He has these tattoos... god these damn tattoos are my weakness, they're not designed to fit to one another such as sleeve tattoos tend to do. No, they're sort of random and dotted all about, mainly covering his left arm he has a ship, a real-life looking heart, an anchor and a mermaid with her tits out. There's many more, and I could sit here for hours talking about them all and why I love them but I won't bore you. But no, my favourite, my god to heavens favourite, is this damn tiger sitting on his thigh. So randomly placed, with nothing else around it just these damn tigers head that is all but asking me to sit on it.

God that tiger has made an appearance in one too many of my nighttime scenarios.

Yes, I dream of him.

I cant not dream of him, he plagues my mind and I don't mind one fucking bit.

He's now single since he and his wife divorced last year, she'd been having an affair and he didn't seem to give a shit, I felt things were on the rocks for a long time before then. She tried to keep the house but this man was clever, they had a prenup in place and she didn't get a penny, nor the house, nor the cars. Nothing. Nada.