#dilf lover

smut, pillow humping, getting caught by joel, needy reader.

joel’s patrols were getting longer. his muscles aching more, making him too exhausted to give you any attention when he comes back home to you. he only has enough energy for a quick ‘missed you, sugar..’ and a kiss. this has been going on for weeks now. you’re getting needy. as you get tired of waiting for him at night, you relief yourself each night just before he comes home. you stuff your fingers into your needy pussy, moaning desperately as you wish they were joel’s fingers. each and every night. and now, joel lets you know he’ll he on patrol even later than usual tonight. after settling into bed, your fingers ghost over the same area they always do. it feels different this time. it feels like you need more. your cheeks flush, an idea sparking as you look over to see joel’s pillow. you hesitantly pull it closer, moving to sit up in bed. you sigh, pulling off your sleep shorts. for the first time in awhile, you feel excited, not just desperate and needy. your nipples brush against your sleep shirt, your pussy already wetting your panties. maybe it’s the smell of joel on the pillow. you slip your panties off, settling yourself on top of the pillow. it starts as slow grinds, small whimpers filling the air. as you find a rhythm, you grind more comfortably into the pillow. you bring a hand under your sleep shirt, rolling your nipple gently between your fingers. you lose yourself in pleasure, not even hearing joel come through the front door. you let out soft moans as you get closer to cumming, your brain filtering out the sound of the bedroom door opening with a quiet creak, joel standing in the doorway with a surprised look on his face. “you missed me that much, sugar? grind’n your cute little pussy against my pillow.. dirty girl.” he speaks softly, clearly not upset that he came home to see you like this. he closes the door behind him as he approaches the bed, coming up behind you and gently easing you off the pillow. “made a mess, baby..” he murmurs, looking down at the wet spot on his pillow “i’ll make you feel better, sugar.. just lay back for me.”

‘you’re late’

‘i know, i know i’m so -‘

not even sparing a glance in his direction, you close your book with a loud ‘thud’. rolling your eyes, already annoyed, you firmly tap your finger against your phone - letting your screen come back to life. laughing, you shove your phone into your jeans pocket - strutting inside your son’s school.

‘they said 3 pm, kiba’ combing a hand through your hair, you tuck behind your ear a loose strands. ‘not 3:15 pm’

‘shit’ pinching the bridge of his nose in between his fingers, he shakes his head. avoiding your murderous gaze at all costs as soon as the curse word left his mouth.

‘i’m sorry, okay?’ shoving his hands into his pockets, he quickens his pace. following in your footsteps as he watches your hips swing from side to side as you walk. ‘i got held up at work and -‘

‘didn’t ask’ raising your hand in the hair, you stop him mid sentence. ‘nor do i care’

slowing down as you approach room 2D, you let your heels loudly ‘clack’ against the hallway’s ground.

‘fucking ‘hi’ to you too i guess’ kiba’s back hits the wall, as one of his hand comes up to his face - scratching his fingers over his harsh stubble.

turning your body to face him, you point your index finger at him, as you take a few steps in his direction.

‘stop fucking cursing’ landing a hand over his toned peck, you shove his body flush against the wall. ‘we’re in a goddam school, for fucks sake’

your ex husband’s laugh. smirking like a fucking idiot, as his head falls back. resting it against the stiff surface of the cement wall, he looks down at you, gliding his tongue over his prominent canines.

‘how could i ever deny you?’ withdrawing his back from the wall, he inches closer to your body. fingers ghosting softly over your skin, as he cups your chin in his large hand. ‘when you ask me with such a chaste mouth’

‘bite me’ you huff, unfazed by his whole charades. sliding your body away from his touch, you turn your back to him.

‘i already did’

you feel his stupid grin penetrates in the back of your head. circling your brows with the pads of your fingers, you shake your head, resigned. watching him out of the corner of your eyes, you feel the snarky comment comes from a mile away.

‘christ kiba…’

suddenly, the door flies open right in front of you - thankfully, interrupting you mid sentence.

‘mr. and mrs. inuzuka?’

‘yep!’ you squeak, startled by the unexpected interruption. ‘here’

the teachers smiles. clearing the doorway as she gestures her hands inside the classroom, waiting for you to enter.

kiba walks by your side, pinching your hip with three of his fingers, before allowing himself inside.

you gasp, spanking his wrist away from you.

‘mrs. inuzuka’ he hums, emphasizing every word as he repeats it greedily - his lips merely inches away from your ear. ‘forgot how fucking good that sounds’

clearing your throat, you step into the small office.

‘thank you so much for coming’ closing the door behind you, you politely smile as you take a seat on one of two chairs available. ‘with such a short notice’

‘sure, absolutely’ crossing one leg over the other, you rest a hand over your lap. twirling in between your digits the hem of your skirt.

‘what’s the matter then’ kiba scoff. already bored and pissed off at whole back to school thing.

shooting a hasty homicidal look his way, you mentally slap him for his uncalled rudeness.

‘yes, about that’ shuffling with some loose papers on her desk, the teacher clears her throat. clearly embarrassed and in distress, she tucks some hair behind her ears - making the reddening shine over her puffy cheeks even more visible.

‘your son was caught having -uhm’ you sense your body stiffens as you wait for her to finish the sentence, heart thumping like a crazy drum against your chest.

‘sexual intercourse in the school bathroom this morning’

‘what?!’ you whisper-yell.

kiba stays silent for a moment, looking like a salt statue as his gaze fixes on the teacher in front of him. then, all of the sudden he bursts out laughing. clutching his stomach over his black tee as his eyes starts to water.

parting your lips incredulously, you shove your foot at his leg - kicking his calf raw as he dies laughing in the chair next to yours.

‘he’s in detention right now’ ignoring your ex husband, the teacher hands you a paper to sign. ‘he’ll be out in forty minutes’

strangling the pen in between your finger, you sign the paper - still kicking and diving your foot over his trousers.

‘you’re more than welcome to wait for him’

watching the teacher stroll down the long hallway, you hit kiba’s chest hard enough to send him straight against the wall.

‘the fuck was that?’

‘ouch’ still laughing his ass off, he rests a hand over your previous hit. caressing the spot with his palm, as his head lays against the wall.

‘jesus kiba’ massaging your temples, you close your eyes - shutting his presence off of your brain.

‘whaaat?’ catching his breath, he grins. combing a hand through his messy brown locks as he pushes them away from his face. ‘he’s eighteen’

is he serious?

‘huh?’ your eyes widens, as your lips stretch into an incredulous smile. ‘so? he can’t just -‘ looking around you lower your voice in a silent whisper. ‘fuck at school’

‘yeah sure, it’s not the best place’ gesturing with his hands, he walks around the empty classrooms as he keeps on rambling. ‘but he’s old enough to make his own decisions and…’

‘oh my god’ furrowing your brows, you shake your head. ‘you’re fucking serious’

‘plus’ totally ignoring your irritated tone and expression, he goes on. now, looking at you as he smirks. closing the space in between your bodies, he huffs a hot breath against the side of your face. resting his forearm against the wall, by your head, he cages your body.

‘when we were his age’ lips touching the shell of your ear, you shudder a heavy breath. ‘we used to fuck all the time in here’

‘kiba!’ you yell, covering your mouth with a hand to muffle the incredibly loud echo.

forcing his body away from yours, you slide out from the cage he previously built around you. looking around, making sure nobody heard his allusive comment, you tangle your fingers over his wrist.

‘scream all you want’ huskily laughing, he presses his body against your back. relaxing his muscles to make it easier for you to boss him around. ‘doesn’t change the facts’

nudging a door open with your shoulder, you grunt, exhausted - and a little turned on, by his behavior.

‘ah’ he moans, almost reminiscing into the past as he inhales your sweet, intoxicating scent. ‘especially during rutting season’

oh fuck

feeling your clit pulse at the memories, you squint your eyes, closing the door shut behind your back.

looking at your ex husband, you feel your skin ignites with anger as your body prickles in dangerous lust.

‘what are even your doing?’

ditching the door, you inch closer to his body.

‘we haven’t seen each other in a while’ his voice deep, raw, penetrating. again, you sense your weak clit pulse harshly in between your legs.

‘you look good’

shaking your head, you huff a quick dubious breath out.

‘whatever’ rolling your eyes, you take a seat over an empty desk. resting your palms flat over the cold surface to steady your body.

‘i’m serious’ walking towards your body, he stops, inches away from your bare legs. his covered thighs grazing at your exposed knees as his black eyes linger over yours.

‘you smell good too’

‘kiba’ you warn him. hating the way your cunt clenched at his words.

‘god’ he growls. tangling a hand through his hair, he breaths out an excruciating laugh. ‘jus’ tell me what ya want’

what?

‘tell me and i’ll do it’ pulling harshly on his roots, he lowers his body. now, hovering his face over yours, as his hands rest at your sides - not even daring to touch you.

‘so maybe you’ll stop being a fucking bitch to me, every god forsaken time we see each other’

your lips part, as the shock produced by his phrase hits your brain.

bitterly laughing in his face, you shove his body away from yours. scraping your bare ass against the desk, you slide off the flat surface menacingly walking over to him.

‘you’re a fucking child kiba’ your face merely inches away from his. ‘and i loath every second i have to spend with you’

‘oh yeah?’ he mocks your tone, venomous smile sprawled all over his features. ‘then why’d ya marry me?’

shit, your heart skips a beat.

‘fuck’ drifting away from his incandescent body, you turn your back to him. flipping him off as you walk away. ‘off’

he claps his hands together, mockingly laughing and whistling as he watches you lean your lower back against the desk.

‘reaaal mature’ his condescending tone made your pussy flutters, as you fight the urge to roll your eyes in the back of your head. ‘ya really showed me’

still pointing your middle finger in his direction, you huff exhausted by the whole exchange.

‘ya know’ kiba soft teasing tone, made a shiver run down your spine. ‘this whole ‘bitchy demeanor’’

sinking his teeth in his bottom lips, he weakens his smug smile.

‘is your signature move’

‘oh yeah?’ you laugh, leaning even deeper against the rough edges of the desk.

‘yeah’ he grunts. his hot breath hitting your face in a sudden slap, as you finally realize how close he is to you.

‘you used to pull this shit on me’ your breath hitches, as your pussy throbs, leaking sweet candied arousal all over your panties. ‘aaaal the time’

‘you remember, don’t ya baby?’

you bite down a whimper as the pet names hits your ears.

‘when you were all pent up and fucking needy f’me’ his hands lands with a sudden ‘thud’ behind your back, resting forcefully over the cold surface.

your treacherous lips let a little moan escapes past them at the sudden sound.

kiba smirks. intaking a quick breath as his cock stirs uncontrollably inside his boxers.

‘but, all too proud’ his teeth graze at your exposed skin, making you gasp out in surprise. ‘to just fucking ask for it’

‘kiba’ you breathlessly moan, as you feel his hands cup the back of your thighs in a solid hold. forcefully raising your legs off the ground, he scoots your ass higher - making you seat back onto the desk as your thighs lock tightly around his waist.

‘i know’ he grunts, softly grinding his hips against yours - teasing your body with the lightest of frictions. ‘i can fucking smell you’

circling your arms around his neck, you let your head fall like dead weight against your shoulder.

‘oh, jus’ like that’ he coos, supporting the small of your back with one hand, as the other slithers all over your body. ‘melt f’me, i’ve got ya’

landing two of his digits against your supple lip, he taps softly down on your flesh. smiling, as you finally let him slide in.

greeting his finger with your tongue, you close your mouth around him. sinfully looking up at him, as you slowly bob your head around his slender fingers.

‘don’t do this to me’ he almost whines, squeezing in a deadly grip one of your ass cheeks. ‘you’re fucking killing me here’

mentally smirking to yourself, you let his finger drift out your mouth with a loud ‘plop’. sliding your tongue out, you lick a long shameless stripe along the whole length of his fingers.

‘keep lookin’ at me like that’ feeling his wet digits slip insides the hem of your panties, you moan. parting your lips as your eyes roll, without shame, in the back of your head. ‘and we’ll have another fucking kid’

circling your swollen little clit with his finger, he moans, feeling all of your arousal coating his flesh.

‘mh, a-ah’ shoving your hand in the depth of his hair, you pull onto his roots. ‘i-i caaan’t fucking stand y-you’

pinching your clit in between his finger, he nods along at your statement. kissing your jaw with sloppy open mouthed kisses as he traces the outline of your sopping wet cunt with the pads of his digits.

‘lemme shut up then’

his lips crashed against yours in a messy kiss, as his fingers pushed past your entrance - sliding greedily into your cunt.

‘augh, shit’

moaning against his parted lips, you dig your nails in the back of his neck, scratching big reddening lines all over his flesh.

‘shh, baby - i know, i know’ thrusting his fingers deeper into your puffy cunt, he steals another kiss from you. biting into the plush skin of your bottom lip as he slows his movements down. ‘i’ll stretch you out for a bit, yeah?’

‘jus’ kiss me back mama’

nodding, you feel your cunt clench around his digits. head spinning, you let your ex husband guide your face however he pleases.

a particularly deep stroke of his fingers, made your back arch into his body as your head falls heavily to your side. his palm grinds against your little clit, making a heavy charged moan leave your lips.

‘nuh-uh’ smiling against your hot skin, he taps two fingers against your cheek - urging your attention back over to him. ‘open f’me’

‘c’mon’ kissing your lips the same way he used to, back in your school days, you feel both: you pussy and heart clench at his actions. ‘lemme kiss it better pups’

‘or you’ll get us fucking caught’

feebly laughing, you let his mouth swallows yours. feeling your moans sweetly fade as they disappear in the depth of his system.

pulling on his belt, you try to get it undone as your shaky hands sure as hell don’t help your desires out.

‘kiba’ pouting, you hide your face into the crook of his neck. licking and sucking his skin, as your hips wobbly grind against his big hand. ‘b-baaby, please’

‘patience’ he growls, fighting the impelling urge to just rip your clothes to shreds and shove his dick deep into your drenched pussy. ‘you’re so fucking tight, i can’t jus -’’

‘i can take it’ you sultry whisper in his ear, as your puffy cunt hugs the length of his finger in a tight embrace. ‘i always did’

‘don’t’ gritting his teeth, he humps your leg softly as your voice sends him back to an almost predatory state of mind. ‘fucking say this shit to me’

‘or what?’

‘i’m warning you’ cupping your whole pussy in his large hand, he grinds his palm all over your hard little clit making your breath hitch, as your smile falters. ‘it’s been a long time’

‘too fucking long since i touched’ panting in the crook of your neck, he bites down on your shoulder. marking your skin in his teeth mark as his dick twitches inside its cage impatiently. ‘let alone fucked ya’

tangling his digits over your throat, he lightly chokes you out. his pinkish tip leaking like crazy as soon your lips curve into a contempt smile.

‘what you need to do’ spanking your pussy over your panties, he lowers his face to yours, letting his lips graze against yours as he speaks. ‘is fucking chill’

‘before you trigger my fucking rut’

your pussy throbs uncontrollably at the thought. looking up into his black orbs you feel your eyes swell up into the purest form of desire, as you bite down hard on your bottom lip.

‘aw, we’ll go as slow as you need baby’ you tease him, pushing your panties to the side in a swift motion. ‘don’t worry’

‘shit’ he laughs, unbuckling his belt. fingers gripping at his zipper, pushing it down as he finally frees his aching cock from its textured cage. ‘it’s not me you should be worried about’

your mouth waters at the sight of him, bare before your eyes. leaking reddish tip, looking up at you, as his hand glides softly all over his length - wetting his dick with his essence.

angling his cock at your entrance, he inhales your scent. loving the way your body trembles in anticipation, mimicking on the outside everything he can feel on the inside.

‘breath’ he whispers into your ear.

pushing his fat tip past your cunt, he feels your body stiffness as your gummy walls close around the head of his dick, almost choking him out.

‘relax pups - c’mon’ out of breath, he slides a hand in between your legs. massaging tender little circles over your sensitive clit as he pushes inside of you. ‘lemme in, it’s just me’

crying real tears, you feel the stretch rip you apart. snuffling, you hide your face into his muscular torso. feeling your breath hitch suddenly in your throat as a little moan escapes you.

‘good girl’ he coos, sliding even deeper in you, as his fingers gift your clit with pleasurable hit waves. ‘jus’ focus on my finger’

‘i’ll work for ya’ stealing your lips, he sensually moves his mouth over yours. letting his tongue trace the outline of your lower lip, as hit teeth sinks feebly into your flesh. ‘i’ll make it fit, baby’

once his balls finally hit your skin, you relax as a shaky breath runs past your lips.

‘oh, that’s it’ moving his hips slowly against yours, he pushes in and out of you. just barley, enough for you to feel the sweet friction, but never enough for you to ever feel empty. ‘doing sooo good f’me puppy’

‘keep sucking me in - oh f-fuck’ a shiver runs down his spine, as your legs lock over his waist pushing him impossibly deeper into your sopping wet pussy.

‘kiba’ you moan, laying your back flat against the cold surface of the desk.

combing a hand through you messy locks, you unhook your legs from his waist. inching them higher up over his body, letting the rest comfortably against his broad chest.

‘oh baby please’ his pornographic moan, made your cunt spasm around his cock.

feeling really close to the edge of his sanity, kiba just watches you. sprawled open over the desk, just for him. pussy leaking as his cock drags against your gummy walls as your tits bounce and shake at every thrust of his hips against yours.

gripping his wrists with your fingers, you guide his hand over your chest. laying it flat on your breast, guiding his digits to close around you.

‘that’s fucking it’

oh shit

you feel the switch flip in real time.

his voice deepens, assuming an almost intimidatory shade. his body flexes, hardening against yours as his dick enlarged, even more, buried deep inside your pussy. his eyes darkens, looking down at you in ravenous gaze - predatory even.

‘i fucking warned you’

the rut

the smile creeps on your face like wild fire, uncontrollable and dangerous.

‘but that’s what you wanted’ grasping your legs in his hold, he spreads them wide, spitting a big glob of saliva right over the point where your bodies connect. ‘ain’t that right pretty baby?’

in a swift movement your thighs lock once again around his waist. making your breathing falters as the new positions deepens his strokes.

‘k-kiba!’

feeling his cock drill its way into your tummy, you dig your nails into his beefy arms - clawing at his skin everything he’s making you feel.

‘i - oh my fucking god’ back arching right off the desk, you feel your eyes slam shut as his dick hits your spongy g-spot.

‘theeeere you are’ repeating the exact sequence of his previous nonevents - he hits it again, and again and again. ‘found ya’

‘tut-tut puppy’ gripping your hips in his solid grip, he pushes your body down making your back lay flat against the cold surface. ‘don’t ya run from me’

‘ki - baaaaby’ panting like you’re the one in heat, you feel your tears roll down your cheeks. ‘shit, it’s too much - too big’

‘aw my sweet sweet girl’ cooing all your worries away with his tone, he strokes your cheek. smiling as your syrupy angelic cunt sucks him in once more. ‘sure ya can’

‘i’m here’ dragging his large cock against your gummy walls, he circles your clit with his thumb. ‘let your husband take care of ya’

and fuck, you’re too far gone to even correct him over his self affiliated title.

and he eats it the fuck up.

‘cause i’m your husband, ain’t that right baby?’

you mindlessly nod along, too cock drunk to give a fuck.

‘speak up’ tapping two finger against your check, he urges your attention back to him.

‘yeees’ you purr, nuzzling your face into his burning palm.

grinning, he lowers his head to you. capturing your lips in a desperate kiss. tongue lapping at yours, as saliva slides down both of your chins.

licking the loose strands of spit, drawing long straight lines on your flesh, he moans. inching his face closer to your neck, he sucks your flesh into his mouth - letting a colorful little love bite blossom right under your left ear.

‘shit’ he cries out, rutting his dick shamelessly into your fluttering cunt. ‘i missed you so fucking much’

‘the divorce can suck my dick’ he rambles, strangling your thighs tighter against him as he feels them tremble profusely. ‘it doesn’t mean shit, right?’

‘you’re still mine’

‘yours’ you whisper, scaring yourself from how much you actually mean it.

‘we can fix it’ scooting your ass closer to him, he withdraws his finger from you clit. letting his pelvis grind against it every time he thrusts back into you. ‘i can fix this’

a loud sobs erupt from your lips as your orgasms approaches you at the speed of light.

‘you’re my fucking mate’

god, you love when he calls you that. it’s so primal, so ethereal so fucking nasty.

you feel your head spinning, as your hips grind harder against his body.

‘you own me’ trhusting even harder into your puffy cunt, you feel the knot in your lower tummy tightens. ‘i belong to you’

‘from the first moment i laid eyes on you’ he huskily laughs into your neck, kissing down onto his love bite, now laying comfortably over your skin. ‘fucking imprint’

‘baby i -‘

your breath dies right in your lungs. silently screaming into the air, you feel your body shake as your fucking soul leaves your trembling body.

‘i’m bound to love you’ he confesses right over your lips. ‘you’ve got me all wrapped around your pretty little fingers’

whimpering in the crook of your neck, he bites down on your shoulder. silencing his own moans as he shoots heavy white loads all over your gummy walls.

‘and i wouldn’t have it’ plunging his cock inside you one last time, he fucks his cum deeper into your pussy. ‘any other goddam way’

breathing heavily, you graze your fingers over his neck. lightly pushing down onto his adam’s apple, making a choked out moan vibrates against his throat.

‘i’ll buy you a pretty collar doggy’ you huff, stroking his flesh with your digits. ‘with my name on it’

‘shut up’ he grumbles. softly laughing as he hides his reddening face into the crook of your neck. whilst his pretty expression escapes you, you don’t miss the way his cock hardens again, right insides of you.

too caught up in the moment, you both miss the way your son’s girlfriend cackles right outside the classroom. teasing your son as his face resembles the shade of a tomato.

‘oh now i get it’

‘what?’ he grumbles, resembling his dad as he speaks.

‘the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree’

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YEARNING DILF KIBA

YEARNING DILF

DILF KIB