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cursingtoji · 10 months

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SANDY!!! The way i ran here after seeing your event 🥹 Jiraiya with 46 plsplspls 💕 congrats on 3k sweets <3<3

❛ 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑠? ❜ ┊ cause he can’t stay away from his pretty girl, not even when she’s in a public hot spring

plus when you have been apart for too long ┊fem!reader x husband!Jiraiya, public sex, pussy eating cause he does that it’s canon, anal stim, creampie ┊ The Clichés ™

You ask your husband as he starts to kissing you in a way you know where it’s going to end.

Prior to that, you were just returning for an assignment, before leaving the village you were at you sent a letter to him, saying you would stop by this onsen on your way and arrive fully rested in the morning.

Jiraiya, being the impatient man he is, couldn’t wait to see you, specially after being apart for too long.

The idea was to surprise you in your room (laying naked on your bed with a rose in his mouth), but once he saw how empty the place was and peeking at the women onsen — cause old habits never die, although he swears your bare body was the only one he wanted to see — he sneaks in silently until he’s right next to you.

“Hello beautiful” he whispers squatting beside you.

“Jiraiya!” you yelp opening your eyes and looking over your shoulder, “You know this is the women’s area, right?”

But that doesn’t stop the old man from discarding the towel around his waist and entering the hot waters.

“Something about the ‘men are forbidden’ sign at the entrance tipped me off” he kneels holding your waist and getting close enough for you to feel his excitement against your stomach, “Couldn’t wait to see my pretty girl.”

You look at the entrance, afraid someone might catch you two.

“What if someone sees us?”

Jiraiya keeps trailing his kisses down until he wraps his lips around your nipple flicking it with his tongue, he loves how warm your skin is, how soft… in fact he loves everything about you, his closed ones might even say he’s obsessed about you.

“I’m sure we are breaking a law here” you whisper but can’t find yourself doing anything to stop your husband from picking you up and placing you on a rock where your bottom half would be off the water and directly on his mouth’s height as you feel his breath fanning over your folds.

“You’re worth it” he blinks before going fully down on you while holding the back of your thighs. The first thing he notices is how actually hot your pussy is, hotter than normal, just the touch of his chapped lips against your lower lips are enough to make you flinch.

“Jiraiya, wait, I think I’m quite sensitive because of the hot water” you hold on to his white locks.

“Is that so? We should come to places like this more often then” he kisses your inner thigh until your clit carefully minding your sensitiveness. Being apart all this time makes him appreciate your natural scent even more, giving it a long sniff that makes your face heat up at his lack of shame. Even after being together for years his vulgarity still manages to surprise you.

He moves your thighs to his shoulder where he can balance you better and free his hands to play with your tits as he devour your cunt.

“S’ good, love” you mumble with your head throw back, one hand one top of the one pinching your nipple.

Jiraiya sucks your clit working two fingers into your whole as you whine and close your shaky legs around his head.

“Oh sweetheart, you really are sensitive, aren’t you?” he chuckles.

“Y-Yeah, it’s been a long time since we— agh” his thick digits rubs your sweet spot.

“So you missed your old man playin’ with this pussy?” he flattens his tongue on your clit as you rock your hips on his face, “Fuck” he curses retreating one hand that held your hips, “Hold yourself, love” your adjust yourself on the rock so you don’t fall from his shoulders. Jiraiya starts to stroke himself, too aroused by the taste and feeling of your cunt to not do anything.

“Baby” you moan pulling his hair as you feel your orgasm approaching, “Don’t— I wanna cum with you” your whiny tone and teary eyes are everything to him.

“Of course, doll” he maneuvers you down his showers until you wrap your legs around his waist and he holds you by your asscheeks.

“You haven’t even kissed me hello” you pout.

“Haven’t I?” he kisses your cheek, “You sure?” he kisses the other.

“Jiraiya” you call his name in a scolding tone he loves.

“Come to daddy then” he closes his lips on your bottom one, sucking and licking it just like he did earlier to your clit.

The old man guides his cock to your hole and he takes advantage of your gasp getting his tongue inside your mouth, shamelessly making out with his wife so publicly.

He adjusts his grip on you and pulls out just a bit before thrusting again, he felt his own sweat trailing down his body, the humid environment combining with both your sweats generating a loud wet sound of skin slapping skin.

“Jiraiya~ too loud” you moan.

“Afraid someone will hear the sound of my balls hitting your ass?” he bites your neck, “Relax, love” his middle finger moves into the crack of your ass until it reaches your puckered hole, pressing it until it takes his digit, “If someone sees us— ugh” he cuts himself when you tight up around his cock having your asshole stimulated, “I’ll just have to take them down.”

“Fuck—“ he presses his torso against you, hard pecks squeezing your soft breasts, “Too much~” he tries to synchronize the thrusts on your pussy with the pace on your ass.

“You’re taking me so well, sweetheart” his thrusts become sloppier and he’s back at sucking your tongue, “Cummin’ ugh— shit” he groans bullying your insides with his thick cock, turns out he was also more sensitive than usual. The chances of taking you in a hot spring more often become an actual possibility after this.

“Come inside, baby, fill me up” you bite his lip as he curses and increases the speed of his middle finger on your back, the doubled stimulation pushing you through the edge as you moan your husband’s name, “That’s right, princess take it all” he keeps thrusting even after emptying himself inside you, overstimulating himself.

Your head fall on his shoulder, peppering his neck with kisses.

“Baby I wish we could fuck here all night but I don’t wanna be expelled” you kiss his lips sweetly, “Let’s go to my room, yes?”

“You’re no fun” he pulls his soft cock out, carefully placing you down and helping wrap a towel around you.

“If you behave well tonight I might reserve a private spring for us tomorrow morning” you caress his chest, especially the sensitive skin around his scar.

“There’s a private spring here and you didn’t tell me?” he puts his hands on his hips in disbelief.

“Now go, you’re not supposed to be here” you push him away.

“Can’t believe this and i’m the one supposed to behave…” he walks off bare naked and you just hope he doesn’t cross with any lady coming in or she’ll have a 26 centimetres surprise.

#jiraiya smut #jiraiya x reader #jiraiya x you #naruto x reader #naruto smut #— the cliches ™

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dark-konohagakure2 · 3 months

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Dark Content Naruto Requests are OPEN

My main account @dark-konohagakure was wrongfully terminated. I don't know if this change will be permanent, so I'll be using this blog for the foreseeable future.

DISCLAIMER: All characters depicted are 18 and above, all scenarios are fictional and should not be replicated in real life.

What I will write:

Noncon

Dubcon

Yandere

Incest

Abuse

Yandere/NSFW alphabet

Dark content

Manipulation

Watersports

Light guro

Orientation play

Multiple characters

Reader of any gender

All Naruto characters

What I won't write:

Underage

Character x Character

Character x OC

Non-Dark content

Scat

Farting

Diapers

Furry

Requests are OPEN

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beneathstarryskies · 2 years

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A/N: These were not at all requested, I just wanted to try a new format and I needed to take a little break from my 1k event!

Warnings: fem!reader, light daddy kink (in Jiraiya's section), smut, oral sex

How Kakashi, Itachi, Sasuke, and Naruto fuck you after a long absence. W/ BONUS Jiraiya for @actuallysaiyan

Kakashi

The longer Kakashi is away from you the needier he becomes.

Definitely uses reading Icha Icha as a coping mechanism.

When he is finally with you again, he is absolutely insatiable.

“Just one more time, princess. I know you can take it,” Kakashi coos as he slips his cock into you for the third round of the evening.

You’d been just as eager for the first round. After not seeing Kakashi for weeks that seemed to stretch into eternity you’d been almost frantic to pull him into your apartment and have his hands all over your body. Now you’re whining as he picks up a slow pace, his long cock easily brushing against your abused sweetspot.

“‘Kashi, I can’t,” you whine.

He’s already buried to the hilt and his face is pressed against your warm chest. There’s no stopping him now, but truthfully you don’t want him to. You’d let Kakashi fuck you until you can’t hold onto conciousness anymore if that’s what it would take to please him. Kakashi knows he’s pushed you past your limit, so he’s gentle this time. Soft praises falls from his lips as he makes love to you for the rest of the night.

Itachi

Itachi hides his longing for you. You’re his only weakness, but dammit if someone had the chance to exploit it he’d be ruined.

When he first arrives back to the hideout, he acts cold and cordial.

Things switch as soon as he’s alone with you. The first thing he wants to do is taste you.

“Is my pretty girl gonna cum for me again?” his hot breath hits your swollen clit. You can’t even form a coherent sentence anymore. An eager nod and a soft whine is all you can manage. It’s enough to earn you the rare sound of his soft chuckle before he leans in to drag his tongue between your folds. His sharingan flashes in the low light as he watches your face.

“I missed you so much,” you whine as he sucks on your clit.

“Hm, missed you too,” he mutters.

His hands grip onto your trembling thighs. He can feel the muscles tightening as you get close again. He could stay like this all night. It’s your taste he dreams of when he’s away from you. He lives for these moments when he has you weak for just his mouth. He drinks your juices like it’s coveted nectar.

Then again, Itachi has always had a sweet tooth.

Naruto

Naruto makes 0 attempts to play it cool when he comes back from a long mission. He missed you like crazy and its everyone’s problem.

You have to beg him to take you home instead of just pulling you into the nearest semi-empty place he can find.

Naruto is all over you the second you finally give him permission.

“Missed you so bad,” Naruto groans as he thrusts hard into you again. “So fucking bad.”

He’s not taking it easy on you at all, but you’ve come to expect that by now. Naruto is a handful on the best of days, but sexual frustration nearly drives him insane. His pace is frantic. Every moan is punctuated with the squelching of your wet cunt. His skin slaps against yours.

You have to give him credit because at least this time you made it into the apartment instead of Naruto practically undressing you in the hallway. Barely. If it had taken you a second more to unlock the door, he would’ve been pressing you against it to take you from behind. Instead you’re at least bent over the arm of the couch in the privacy of your own home.

“I fucking love you,” Naruto growls.

Sasuke

He absolutely refuses to admit he misses you, even to himself.

Sasuke prides himself on being able to go long periods of time without being overcome by longing.

He realizes how much of a lie this is when he practically crumbles as soon as he sees you.

“I know you missed me,” he growls as he presses his cock against your ass. His hand is pushed down the front of your pants and he’s bullying your swollen clit to pull another orgasm from you. “You were wet as soon as I walked through the door.”

“Of course I missed you,” you purr. Your hips grind back against him.

“Missed my sweet girl,” he finally admits.

You blush softly, and he smirks when he looks into the mirror to see how flustered you are. Sasuke always takes his time before finally fucking you. This time is no different. Your juices are dripping all over his hand before he finally pulls your pants down. He doesn’t care that you were trying to get all dolled up in anticipation of his arrival. He’ll have the mascara you so carefully applied running down your face before he’s finished with you.

“You gotta show me how bad you missed me,” he says he presses the tip of his cock to your entrance.

Jiraiya

Jiraiya makes no qualms about missing you.

The man is fucking ready to explode by the time he comes home to you.

His balls are so full and heavy. As soon as he sees you he’s rock hard.

“You really know how to make daddy feel good,” Jiraiya groans as he leans against the counter. One hand is buried in your hair while the other guides his cock deeper down your throat. He acts as though he didn’t practically push you to your knees as soon as he came in the front door. You don’t mind. After all your plan is to always greet him with a sexual situation, as that is his favorite thing in life.

“Such a good girl,” he mutters. “You love making me feel good.”

You moan in agreement, and just the vibrations are nearly enough to push Jiraiya over the edge. He ruts his hips by instinct, but is quick to make himself go still once more.

The sight of you on your knees with his thick cock between your lips has been filling his every thought for weeks now. To finally have those filthy fantasies a reality makes him feel like the luckiest man who ever lived.

You don’t mind letting him use your mouth to get his own satisfaction, because you know he’ll make it up to you tenfold.

#kakashi hatake #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #sasuke uchiha x reader #sasuke x reader #naruto x reader #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi x reader #itachi uchiha #jiraiya x reader #jiraiya smut

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iambilliejeanok · 2 years

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i love(!) your “sleeping with uchihas” headcanons! Is it possible for you to do one with hashirama, tobirama and jiraiya?

Warnings: 18+, nsfw/sfw headcanons,somno

Omg I’m so sleepy myself.

💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

Jiraiya

This gentle giant is reserved for those of us who love to cuddle up throughout the night. His muscles are soft and supple and his beefy arms feel like pillows wrapped around you all nice and snug.

He’s actually a deep sleeper, and has a hard time waking up in the mornings. Soft kisses and running your fingers through his thick mane isn’t enough to wake him up even in the slightest. That’s like poking a tortoises shell and hoping it will jump up. Be fucking fr. You’ve gotta straddle his waist and bounce on him, pick up his arms and carelessly drop them back down to the bed and maybe even push him over a little, that’s if you’re strong enough. He weighs over 200lbs(because I said so) so good luck with that hun.

Our handsome bugga boo over here is EXTREMELY cuddly, practically using your body like a weighted stuffed animal. He believes in falling asleep together and love to snuggle throughout the night. For someone as big as he is though he’s naturally able to regulate his temperature, he once explained it to you before…something about a special chakra control technique provided to him by the toads to help themselves survive in extreme temperatures.

Please lay ontop of him🥺 nothing he loves more than feeling your weight and smelling your scent all over him, his hands rubbing as much of your body as he can, your warm skin against his palms oh so soothing to him.

Look okay. When it’s time to sleep, Jiraiya is going to sleep. He’s not going to attempt to touch you in a sexual way while you’re asleep because guess what, he’s asleep too. Maybe you could be the little pervert this time around.

Jiraiya does love a steaming hot session in the morning however. Because he sleeps so hard he always wakes up feeling very refreshed, and with you clinging to his body like velcro, he’s tempted to start touching, grabbing and fondling his sleeping beauty.

He frequently starts off your mornings with the most intense head you’ve ever experienced in your life. You wonder if the devil himself taught him how to torture you like this, his warm tongue so soft yet strong against your clit as he swirls and sucks on it, bringing you to a ball of tears in just a few minutes.

Fight him, pull on his hair, grip the sheets, cry, please cry, scream at him, beg him. He doesn’t care, he knows you really do love this, and he’s determined to reduce you to jelly as soon as he’s finished with you. You might still whimper a few minutes after he’s cleaned you up, post orgasm wracking your entire body that’s just so sensitive, any kind of touch, vibration or disturbance makes you whine.

But it’s okay to start your mornings off like this you see, Jiraiya loves to baby you any chance he gets, and will gladly help you get ready for work, washing your whole body for you, softly whining in his ear, your hand death gripping his well defined forearm as he gently washes your intimate area, still extremely sensitive from your morning alarm.

If you’re feeling sleepy after your shower he will literally carry you around the house, letting you sleep in his arms, your head laying in his shoulder while he supports you with one arm. He might lay on the couch and have a quick morning nap with you so snuggly against him before he wakes you up for work.

10/10 for the clingy and cuddly babies.

Hashirama

Just like he’s the god of shinobi, he’s also the god of sleeping in the bed with don’t you know? Keep up.

He’s understanding and patient nature make it possible for him to sleep well with anyone really. It doesn’t matter if you’re the cuddly cutie or the solo baby, he’s more than okay with whatever works best for you.

He loves it when you hold his hand though, that’s something he truly enjoys while sleeping, and not tangle your legs with his too?

And just like our giant teddy bear Jiraiya, he’s body is also soft and huggable, and he feels so good wrapped around you. He always smell like heaven, this deep rooty smell, maybe it’s because of his hair products, but the scent makes you wanna lick him to make sure he’s not actually walking food. Because he smells so yummy.

He also won’t attempt to try anything in the middle of the night, just because he doesn’t actually know much about that stuff. People have sex with their sleeping partners? He’s never heard of that before. He’s not interested. It’s weird to him. Not something he feels comfortable exploring.

He does love a good session or two…or three or four before bed, and he’s so manipulative while he’s fucking you through tears and petty little whines. Sometimes while you’re shaking uncontrollably and having a hard time underneath him he laughs at you, “My sweet baby, you’re going to have a peaceful sleep tonight huh?”, he teases, easily picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up, retuning you to bed, holding you tight until you’ve recovered. He loves that you want to be extremely close to him afterwards, it makes him feel needed.

I guess that’s why you’re experiencing better sleep. 9/10.

Tobirama

Such a damn baby. He cannot and will not sleep if you don’t spoon him. He needs you to rub his chest or play with his ear, and will lift up your thigh and wrap it around his hip incase you forgot wtf is going on right now. As soon as the lights go off and you wrapped your arms around him he becomes all sorts of needy and dependent, he’s reserved for those of us who love to nurture and care for our partners.

Can you be surprised though? His co dependent nature around you should’ve told you all you needed to know. But what can you say, you love putting your man baby to sleep every night, holding him tight and falling asleep beside him is actually enjoyable, but, some nights Tobirama will be the big spoon, and as expected, he’s really good at it. He will push his knee between your thighs and wrap an arm around you, might even lean into you a little to smell more of you before sleep takes over.

He sleeps like a rock, and you wonder if he’s even alive some nights since he’s so quiet and still.

He leans towards the sick and twisted side when it comes to making love to you, so yes, if he wakes up in the middle of the night and can’t sleep, he will turn toward you with that sinister look in his eyes. Tobirama is sneaky though, and sometimes you’ll only find out that he played around with you once you wake up in the morning and you’re butt naked😃. He really loves to slip in between your thighs and eat you out a little, carefully stretching you out with his tongue, and you never fail to surprise him with the needy noises you make during your sleep. Are dreaming about him perhaps? Once you’re all wet and warm from his work, he’ll try and slip it in. It takes a minute for him to even get the tip in, and you’ll surely wake up at some point, but he quickly hushes you back to sleep, and softly fondling your breasts, he’ll find sleep again.

He’s head is always up the clouds when he’s sheathed inside of you like this. But your pussy always hurts the fist couple hours of the day.

8/10 he’s for the determined ones.

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actuallysaiyan · 8 months

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Big, giant teddy bear Jiraiya, who loves nothing more than to come home after a long time being away from the village and to relax with you. The first thing he does is find you and take you to Ichiraku ramen. After a nice meal, you're both happy to head back to your place.

The bath is warm and full of salts, bubbles and oils. You spent lots of time detangling his hair, massaging his back, and praising him for being such a good lover. Jiraiya never thought he'd be the kind of man to stay with just one woman, but when he met you, he fell so deeply in love.

After such a luxurious bath, he spreads you out on the bed and he watches you with hunger in his eyes. The moment he presses his tongue to your folds, you're completely melted into his touch. He laps at you as if he is a starving man and your cunt is the only thing to satiate him. He's been away from you for so long, and just the scent of you makes him go crazy.

Once he's pulled three orgasms from you, he spreads your legs wider and slides into you. One thrust has him balls deep inside you, making you both panting and moaning. You wrap your legs around him and beg for more.

He chuckles, "don't worry, princess." He grunts as your walls clench around him. "I'm not going anywhere..."

#bacon.thirsts #bacon.imagines #Jiraiya x reader #Jiraiya x you #jiraiya smut #naruto smut #naruto Shippuden

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bridgetotheskyyy · 8 months

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Research - Jiraiya

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, titfucking, cum eating, fluff, has the nerve to be romantic lmaooo

A/n: Day 2! Jiraiya is the perfect mixture of raunchy perv and gentlemen and if I get to use my bring back one character card it's gonna be on him 😭❤❤❤

Read on Ao3.

The door slid open, but not with ease.

"Jiraiya?" You pushed past the scraps of paper, potato chip bags, and discarded notebooks interfering with the door’s lower half.

You let yourself into the small apartment and surveyed the damage.

“In here.”

You strode to the living room and there he was: Jiraiya sulked in his chair, lording over an apocalyptic desk. You had never seen so many sheets of paper in your life.

“Is ―” You broke off as a groan lodged itself in Jiraiya’s throat. “Is everything all right?”

“Fine,” he grumbled.

Clearly something was up, and you didn't know what gave it away ― maybe it was the putrid smell of defeat or the dozens of crumbled rejection letters your feet swam in.

Again, Jiraiya groaned. He leaned into a chair creaking under his weight. His enormous arm lay slung over his eyes to block the nonexistent daylight, his tailed hair roping around the floor.

He hummed tiredly. "You didn't come to collect rent, did you?"

“Jiraiya,” You began with a tone to emphasize what came next should be obvious, “I don’t ask for you for rent, remember?”

It had only been a few weeks since you had let Jiraiya stay in one of your units rent free to finish his latest pulp novel ― how has he forgotten?

“Ah,” he said. “That’s right. Remind me once this infernal book is finally done to include my appreciation for your hospitality in the acknowledgements.” His other hand shot out as if to give a toast. “To the kindness of strangers!”

A hinge of hurt sent you frowning. “So, I’m a stranger?”

Silence. Jiraiya peeked to admire you.

“No, you’re not.” He shrouded his eyes again. “Sorry. Shouldn't have said that.”

You approached him, circled his defeated form like a concerned mother hen. “Are you ill? Do you need something?”

He finally removed his forearm. “Have you had much luck with love, (Y/n)?”

You perked. “Hm? I ― What do you mean?”

He quirked his head at you. “C’mon. You know what I mean.”

“Well �� I mean …” Your face grew warm. You nodded. “Yeah. I mean …” This part was under your breath. “... depends on what you mean by luck …”

“I knew it.” Jiraiya sighed and collapsed against the back of his chair. “You weren’t fooling anyone with that pretty face.”

You grew warmer under the spotlight of the compliment. “I …” He thinks I’m pretty?

“You’ll never know how good you have it,” Jiraiya said. Without ceremony, he abandoned the chair to pace around the room. “Do you know how hard it is to write about the raunchy threads of everlasting love when you’ve had no real practice?”

You blinked. Not the first time the man’s diction has thrown you for a loop and thoroughly bewildered you.

“Raunchy ― raunchy threads ―?”

“Sometimes, I wonder if I’m really cut out for this.” Jiraiya shook his head. “Even success doesn’t guarantee satisfaction with one’s work. Who knew!”

“Jiraiya,” You implored. “You have a series of bestselling novels under your belt.” You playfully pushed at his shoulder ― what bit of it you could reach anyway. “Everyone struggles. You shouldn’t give up so fast!”

Silence, save for the crickets demanding attention tucked away in outdoor bushes.

Jiraiya laughed, a heaty, deep laugh from his belly.

“Now you sound like one of my students!”

You shrugged. “I’d offer to help, but you never let me, remember?”

Jiraiya stopped, as though an idea had held its arm out to stop his pacing.

“You have …” He turned to you. His eyes flickered downward to study you. “Say … Would you … be up for helping me now?”

You threw him a suspicious look. “Depends on how I’ll be helping.”

Jiraiya’s expression shifted ― nervousness etched onto his face. “Ahem … well …”

He began pacing again. Your brows creased as you followed his movements. What was he up to?

“It’s just,” he began. “When you’re writing, there are just so many unknowns. Things I can’t possibly know, being such a loser with women.” He socked the side of his head with a fist, seemingly convinced in his dried-up state the abuse could lead to some heart-stopping revelation. “Things I can’t even begin to imagine ― you know, ahem, despite the job description.”

“You’re stalling,” You teased. “It’s never good when you stall.”

Jiraiya faced you. You leveled with his chest, the sheer enormity of the man baffling in comparison to you.

You probably would’ve been scared.

If it hadn't been him.

Jiraiya reached out. His palm touched the wall, leaving you semi-caged in as he leaned toward you.

“I’m going to do something,” he muttered. “Something I’ve always wanted to do. Promise not to hit me?”

“Why would I hit you?” You hoped he could not hear the tremble in your voice.

Jiraiya shrugged. “Minimal success with the fairer sex has taught me to proceed with caution.”

Your stomach knotted into itself. The shadow of his intentions fluttered vaguely over the penumbra of your mind.

“Okay,” You whispered.

Jiraiya inched closer ― every inch a century ― and bridged the gap between you and him, his lips brushing yours before securing them in a soft kiss.

Soft. Gentle, both his lips and the technique he used.

It was a good thing, too; for if he had used any more force, you surely would’ve died on the spot.

His unoccupied hand came to cup the back of your head, cajoling you closer. Your lips moved on his while hands cupped the sides of his face. His rough-textured skin laid under your timid touch. Jiraiya hummed in appreciation. His tongue flicked out to ask tentative permission into your mouth.

But once you offered it, he pulled away. He held your gaze for a few seconds before retreating. He stopped midway to press a reverent kiss to your exposed shoulder pad.

When he parted from you, you trailed his every move back to his disastrous desk.

“Sorry,” Jiraiya murmured. He laid a hand on the back of his chair for support. “If I went on, I wouldn’t have stopped.”

You said nothing, only sucked your lips in to taste the phantom of Jiraiya’s kiss.

“Hopefully, I’ve made my true feelings known,” he said. He leaned over his desk for a second before swiping something from it, one sheet of paper amidst many.

“You …” You trailed. “You … Me?”

He approached you with a chuckle nestled in a smile. “Yes.”

He leaned over the wall, cool-guy style, and the position strangely suited him. You were still recovering as his eyes roved over the sheet of paper limp in his hold.

“I’m sure you also know now all my female love interests are secretly you,” Jiraiya went on. “I’m just so good at remaining subtle, I bet you didn’t notice.”

You had, in your wildest dreams, thought a character or two possessed your likeness, but you had never been so full of yourself to have actually imagined ―

He offered the paper to you. “This is the scene I’m stuck on. Would you mind reading it over for me?”

You blinked. It felt like a thousand things were happening when, really, one thing had happened at a time. But so many things.

“Su ― Sure.” You took the paper.

You read it, Jiraiya suspiciously close to you, peering over to watch you review his work. His scent dizzied you ― pinewood and paper and pencil shavings, hardly a dazzling combination, but it was him. So it was.

You read. You understood. You blushed.

Jiraiya’s lip-corner quirked, seemingly suspecting you were at the end of the scene.

“I wanted to make my true feelings known before I suggested this ―” Jiraiya tapped the paper with a finger. “I didn’t want you thinking for a second I was trying to use you for anything.”

You laughed, prompted by the absurdity of it all. He wanted you to ―

You smirked.

“So,” he began, a flirtatious lilt to his voice, “will you do it?”

You turned to him, tipping your head up to stare at the bigger man.

“I’d be happy to.”

“Hold still ― hah ― that’s good, argh, that’s gooood ―”

Jiraiya sat above you, face strained. His mouth hung open, the heated huffs of his breath warming your skin, prompting your sensitive nubs to perk.

You laughed; it was fun to watch him come apart like this, better than any vague fantasy.

“How does this even come up in the story, Jiraiya?”

Jiraiya chuckled amidst the pleasure. “Hehe, ahem, well …”

You squeezed your tits against his cock, presumably to shut him up. Jiraiya stilled, breath sharp.

His shaft sat nestled, secure in the valley of your breasts. You sat your chin on your collarbone to glance at the red, flared cockhead twitching up at you.

You licked your lips. “Is this what you’ve been seeing in your mind’s eye?” You gathered your breasts and began to jerk him, cupping him between your tits. “Picturing me like this, underneath you?”

Jiraiya leaned forward, his tail of hair falling inches from your face.

You cupped your breasts around him, working them against the sensitive skin of his excited cock.

“I can’t imagine why you got stuck,” You purred, eyes narrowed on the gorgeous man above you.

“Ah, aahah …” Jiraiya’s mouth hung open as his hips worked in tandem with you. “Too enthralled with the real thing ― aargh!”

“I love seeing you like this,” You breathed out.

“I’m sure you do ― aah, gods, they’re perfect!” Jiraiya retrieved his cock to slap it against one tit before securing it in the slit you'd made for him. He jerked his hips; they stuttered as you closed any further gap between his cock and your pillowy breasts. “You’re perfect.”

He opened his eyes ― wrong move; just in time to see your tongue flick out and swipe at his cockhead.

“Urgh!” Jiraiya planted a hand beside your head to secure his balance. “Who knew you’d be such a natural at this?”

“I did say I had experience, didn’t I?” You swiped and sucked at his cockhead with a hungry mouth. “Did you ― mmf ― forget?”

“Head’s kinda cloudy right now, admittedly ― aah!”

His cock dangled at your mercy, following the swift up-down motion of your breasts.

You continued egging him on amongst his moaning. It was heavenly, watching the Great Toad Sage come apart just by the use of your tits. You licked and took his cockhead into your mouth, popping it out before speeding up your motions.

“C’mon,” You urged at the hastening of his breath. “C’mon, Jiraiya, mmm …!”

“Please stop talking,” Jiraiya said. “Nurgh ― so good.” He cracked an eye open to smile weakly at you. “I’ve gotta last, y’know?”

You stared crookedly. “Why?”

“Research purposes ― ah, oh, gods ― we’ve been over this.”

You paused, your breasts falling flat at your sides.

“You know we could always just do this again right?”

Jiraiya popped both eyes open, collecting himself just enough to speak clearly.

“You’d let me?” he said. “You’d really let me?”

Your eyes flickered over his face lovingly. “Yes.”

“Huh … I guess you’re right.” He smirked, stars in his eyes. “Totally right.”

You rolled your eyes. “S’what I just sai ―”

Jiraiya kneaded at your breasts, thumbs grazing over the precious nubs. You shuddered as he gripped them, adjusting his hips ― and gave a thrust.

He grunted as he took the reigns, thoroughly fucking your tits at his own preferred pace. You gasped as he pinched a nipple in his grasp, twirling it between huge, calloused fingers.

“Aha ―” His cockhead brushed repeatedly over your lips. “Jiraiya ― ah, hah ―!”

“So good,” Jiraiya hung his head back, exposing the raw muscles of his pectorals, the beautiful outline of his collarbone to you. “Such a sweet girl, letting me use you like this …”

Your cunt throbbed from the heated praise. Again, you licked out for him, your tongue swiping at his cockhead, swishing into the slick slit with each jut of Jiraiya’s hips.

Jiraiya gritted his teeth. His cock twitched in your hold. Against his own desires, his pace quickened. His abdomen barreled into your chest, skin to heated skin.

He groaned, lurched forward, more animal than man. “I’m gonna ―”

“It’s okay, do it ― cum for me ―”

Jiraiya threw his head back. He released with a growl, his seed patterning your clavicle, your chin, your lower lip.

He panted as the thrums subsided. He recovered, staring down at you. A string of his cum dribbled down the side of your face.

Sense returned to him; he frowned. Without fanfare, Jiraiya un-straddled you, as though it was the most gentleman-like behavior he could muster in that moment.

“I’m sorry.” He let you up. “Let me get you a ―”

You laughed. You collected what was left of him and licked it off your finger.

He went bug-eyed. “You ― you want to ―?”

“Of course,” You said. You patted his inner wrist, having been left limp on the floor in surprise. “It’s okay ― it’s okay,” You insisted as Jiraiya moved to stop you.

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

You swept up his spent, swallowed, and he watched you with an amazement you couldn’t name.

“You weren’t lying, were you?” You muttered, turning on your side to face him on the floor. “You really don’t know how these things work? You haven’t …”

Jiraiya recovered enough to perform a halfhearted shrug.

You gasped, tilted your head. “You’re not ―”

“No,” Jiraiya said before you got carried away. “I’m not a virgin, just … Never been super lucky.”

Jiraiya’s fingers brushed against the soft skin of your inner wrist, calloused fingers trailing the faint train of your veins. “Until now.”

#jiraiya smut #naruto smut #jiraiya x reader #jiraiya x you #kinktober

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Cherries

Jiraiya x Reader. MDNI 18+ only. Ao3

You’re a waitress at a gambling club, and a fan of Jiraiya’s book, when he comes into your club you can’t help yourself from going home with him.

This was kind of inspired by the song Cherries by Annie Kemble, a good friend of mine. It’s a great song, give it a listen even if you don’t wanna read this fic. But I hope y’all do both. Love y’all as always <3 Doodle

Content notes: SMUT, smoking, drinking, pussy eating, uncut dick (b/c why would anyone in the Naruto universe be circumcised?), jiraiya is his own warning tbh.

The sound of shouting players, and the smell of smoke was second nature to you now. You had been working in the parlor for two years, serving drinks, selling and lighting cigarettes, loading pipes and blowing on dice. You were frequently propositioned by customers for more salacious services, many offered money. Sometimes you would take it, if you were feeling comfortable enough, or the price was enough to tempt you, they never asked too much of you. Usually short encounters, over before the sun rose again. You had no problem making money this way, and why should you? You were working, you were talented in this regard, they had a good time and paid you well. As long as you kept yourself safe from harm, you rarely even got nervous anymore.

Tonight had been on the slower side, the middle of the week wasn’t often popular for gambling. You hadn’t been tipped that well, two different tables had stiffed you completely. You didn’t think you would be walking home pleased with your purse tonight. Breaking from the foggy main room, you slipped into the private bathroom reserved only for employees. Your makeup was immaculate still, but you applied another layer of ruby colored lipstick, patting it lightly with your finger before cleaning up the edges. You mussed your hair slightly in an attempt to give it more volume, before giving yourself one last look and smiling. You were beautiful, you were so grateful to know it and feel it.

While you were in the bathroom, Jiraya entered the parlor. His boisterous laugh gathered the attention of everyone, his hulking figure shook the table as he sat down at one of the games. The energy around him was light and fun, people of course recognized him and were excited to buy a man of such legend drinks, or play against him. Of course he wasn’t a great gambler, Jiraya was primarily here to get drunk and to flirt, shaking off another long day of training and mentorship. His eyes rose from the game table just in time to catch the most beautiful woman he had ever seen exiting from the back of the parlor. Well done up, makeup clean and vibrant, showing elegance with a clear personality that he would love to discover. Styled hair, pulled away from her working face, but falling perfectly where it could to give the appearance of casual effort. He was shaken by the man sitting next to him, and brought back to the game. Barely paying any attention, he offered a raised bet, and lost near instantly. He didn’t care, he took the last of his drink and shot it back, standing from the table and moving through the crowd over to where you were reloading your tray with drinks.

“Hello, gorgeous.” The alcohol had reddened his cheeks and lowered his already rock bottom inhibitions.

You gave him a practiced smile and began to lift the probably overloaded tray, “hello sir, is there something you might need from me?”

“I’ve got a couple ideas, but I’ll save them until you’ve dropped that tray off.” He took a seat on the available bar stool next to the drink well, “don’t worry about me, honey, I’ll still be here when you get back.”

You giggled flirtatiously, ever the professional, before passing him to deliver the bottles of sake and beer to your patrons. You swished your hips as you walked, knowing he was staring at you. You didn’t mind, he was a bit older than your usual type but you knew his reputation.

Master Jiraya of the legendary Sanin, you had even read one of his books. A girlfriend had recommended it to you, starting a scandalous book club you briefly belonged to. You were sure his writing was generous, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to find out for yourself. He was tall, and handsome, and fucking big. Everything about him was big: his body, his presence, his voice, his reputation. You wondered if everything else was just as big.

Clearing your tray, you turned back to the bar, he was still watching you. You assumed he had been the whole time. His dark brown eyes crinkled up at the sides following the line of a wide grin. The red markings down his cheeks bent and blending into his blushing alcohol fevered cheeks. You stood to his side, sliding in between stools and leaning your body against the counter. Flirting was part of your job, keeping the patrons entertained and engaged was just as much your work as serving drinks. Sure this may have had some selfish motives, but no one could say you weren’t working too.

“So….I have to confess something,” you flicked your eyes up at him, through your thick made up lashes.

“Oh sweetheart, I would love to hear a confession from you. Need me to offer you forgiveness?” He was becoming brazen, moving his large hand to your waist, which you leaned into.

“I’ve actually read a few of your books.” You moved your hand over the arm that he leaned on the bartop.

He watched you trail your finger over his forearm. He was flattered by your admission. His mouth was starting to water.

“Well, it’s always nice to meet a fan. Especially one as beautiful as you.” He watched you blush at his words, “do you have a copy? I’d love to sign it for you. Is it back in your bedroom?”

He started to stand up, but your hand was sturdy on his shoulder, pressing him back down onto the stool.

“Not so fast.” You smiled, your fingernails toying playfully with the hem of his sleeve, “I’m excited to meet you, Master Jiraya. And I’d be happy to continue spending time with you tonight. But you see, I’m still working. And I’m not finished here for another hour.”

You closed the distance between the two of you, fingers moving his long white hair over his shoulder and leaning in to brush your lips against his ear. He smelled like jasmine and pipe smoke, something else lingered as an undernote, something earthy and organic.

“I’d love for you to sign my book. I don’t live far, but you’ll have to wait until my shift is up. Think you can do that for me?” You pulled back, batting your eyelashes and pouting your lips, fingers still tangled in his hair and clothes.

His eyes were glassy but locked onto you, his heart pounding in his chest, if you looked hard enough you were sure you could see his pulse in his neck. He nodded and you nodded back, an agreement made and a promise to be kept.

“Can I top off your drink?” you offered, reaching across the bar top and not so subtly arching your back and grabbing a fresh sake bottle.

“Only if you share it with me,” his eyes licked over your body.

He couldn’t believe his luck. The most beautiful girl in the whole place not only was talking to him but knew his work, and seemed to be interested. You pulled an extra cup and filled both glasses, offering one to him. He accepted graciously, still struck by the ease of the whole situation.

“To your work.” You offered

“To your work.” He offered, tapping his glass against yours before drinking together.

You two shared the bottle over the next half hour. You would occasionally need to seperate yourself and assist your coworkers, who were also engaging in the night's entertainment and service. You didn’t have any more tables to yourself, so you were mostly running drinks and offering support. Everytime you left his side, Jiraya always waited patiently for you to come back to him.

“So what keeps you working here?” He asked upon one of your returns.

“I like it. The money's good, the hours are better,” you nudged his arm, “the people are interesting.”

“Are they?” He asked, catching your hand in his and running his thumb across the back of your knuckles.

His touch was hot against your skin, leaving little prickles of electricity in its wake. You weren’t sure when exactly it had happened, but you found yourself becoming more and more excited by the idea of spending the night with him. He was forward but had remained respectful, keeping his hands relegated to your arms and back, but never on your legs or hips. The conversation flowed naturally, he was actually very funny, giving plenty of chances for you to swoon at his wide smile. His good looks were filtered by age but he was still an incredibly handsome man, his strong nose leading up to his dark eyes, big lips growing wetter and looking softer at every passing shot.

“Yeah,” you answered, flipping his own hand over to run your index finger over the inside of his palm, tracing the lines, “although they aren’t usually so handsome. Or accomplished.you wouldn’t believe the amount of stories I’ve sat through about farming or markets.”

“You know, gorgeous, if I didn’t know any better. I’d start to worry you were playing me a bit. Are my stories boring you?” He watched your finger trace over his palm, and he watched when it stopped.

Your slender finger ceased its cartography of jiraiya's large palm, moving his hand over so it faced down. You slotted your fingers in between his. You let them linger for a moment, joined together, before bringing his knuckles up to your lips and kissing lightly. Your lipstick transferred lightly, leaving a red kiss mark across the ridge of two of his fingers. You met his gaze as you pulled away, his bottom lip was caught in between his teeth as he watched you.

“Not at all, Master Jiraiya. I feel quite fortunate to be talking to you tonight.” You set his hand back down on the table, but kept your hand tucked into his.

His voice shook slightly as he asked, “how much longer is your shift?”

Your eyes flicked over to the clock on one wall, “twelve more minutes. Think you can wait here while I wrap up?”

He nodded and breathed out, releasing himself from the previous moment of tension. He leaned back slightly as you stood up and walked to the back to settle your cash for the night and close out your final tabs. Besides Jiraya it had been a slow night for you, but despite the lower than expected take home pay, you felt giddy as you collected your final tabs and closed out with your bartender and manager. Before finishing up, you swung by the bar one last time. This time opting to not sit beside Jiraiya, but lean behind him, pressing your chest into his back and talking directly in his ear.

“You actually still have to settle your tab.” You reminded him, circling a lock of his hair around your finger.

“Ah, right.” He got the bartender's attention and closed his tab, leaving a hefty tip, “should I tip you as well? Or does that come later?”

He turned to face you, suddenly his ever confident aura had dimmed slightly, as though he had grown nervous.

“You're signing my book, that’s a great tip, especially after I sell it as a collector’s item for having a genuine signature!” You teased, laughing.

He laughed along with you before standing. You realized he towered over you, he was well above six feet, probably by another half. He looked down at you, your features enticing him in further and further. His mind raced, thinking of your eyes fluttering at him, how soft your lips felt against his hand, the smell of Cherry that followed you every time you walked past him.

“Why don’t you head outside, I’ll meet you out front after I grab my bag from the back.” You told him.

Just one more hurdle until you could finally have each other. The tension continued to build and build until you knew it would eventually compound in on itself. Hopefully in your bed, and hopefully again and again until the sun comes up.

“I’ll be waiting.” He said, and lifted your own hand to his lips this time. Offering a more dramatic, showman’s kiss before loudly smacking his lips off.

You hurried to the back to hang up your apron, grab your coat and bag, and say goodbye to your coworkers. You slipped out the back and walked around to the front of the building.

Jiraya waited patiently, but nervous. This wouldn’t be the first time he had been duped by a beautiful woman’s promise of a “good time”. When you finally emerged from the side of the building, his face lit up, shoulders relaxing as he took you in.

“I hope you didn’t think I was going to leave you out here.” You read his mind.

“Of course not, just enjoying the night air. It’s good to clear the mind.” He looked down at you, you had walked straight up to him, nearly chest to chest.

The two of you stood for a moment, then two. Breath syncing up, heart rate too. In the moonlight your features look softer, eyes sparkling up at him. Jiraya fought the urge to hold your cheeks and press your lips together, you were still outside of your place of work and he didn’t want to embarrass you.

“This way,” you finally took his hand and led him down the street.

Your conversations from inside the bar continued as you walked home with Jiraiya following you closely. Your walk home wasn’t far, only a few blocks, and he was right about the night air. You had only had a few glasses to drink, but the soft summer wind was already helping you feel more alert and awake. When you finally entered the grouping of apartments where you lived, you led him to your door.

“I wasn’t expecting company, so you’ll have to excuse the mess.” You said, you had actually just cleaned the previous day, but it couldn’t help to under promise and overdeliver.

Jiraiya couldn’t care less where you lived, or how, he was just so excited to be in the home of an incredible young woman who had invited him in. You opened the door, moonlight illuminating the dark living room. With him following closely, you moved to turn on a few lamps, brightening the space. Your place was nearly immaculate, not devoid of personality, but neat. You had drapery hung over your windows and around your light fixtures allowing the light to take on different hues. Purples, blues, and golds filled the space, casting patterned shadows over the walls.

“Wow, kid. Nice place. You do all this yourself?”, Jiraiya let out a low whistle, impressed with your home making skills already.

“Mhm,” you nodded, setting your bag down on your dining table.

You moved to undo the buttons of your coat, when you felt his hands slip around you from behind, his chest was right up against your back, his head stooped down to speak in your ear.

“Please, allow me.”, his fingers were quick to undo your buttons, moving smoothly up your lapels and sliding the jacket off of your shoulders, leaving them bare and chilled with excitement.

His smell of jasmine filled your space, you felt intoxicated with him already. His lips brushed the shell of your ear, then the juncture of your jaw and neck, then the side of your throat. You bit back a moan along with the urge to lean your head back against his chest.

“Are you trying to get out of signing my book?” You teased as his hand began to circle your waist.

He laughed, it shocked you a bit. The usually booming laugh, subdued and hot against your ear. He knew just how to play you. You turned to face him, stepping back slightly, not so subtly trying to regain your footing.

“Of course not,” Jiraiya smiled down at you, his large hands still in your waist, “you keep it next to your bed?”

You pushed his chest slightly, “you wish.”

You pulled out of his grasp and moved to a low bookshelf in your modest seating area, you had to bend over to retrieve it. You heard him suck in some air as you did so. Finally pulling the bound text from your shelf, you stood again and faced him. A blush crept up your face, you realized you had dogeared a few pages, which reminded you that you had actually made notes in a few margins. Maybe you liked this book a bit more than you let on. He noticed too, taking the book from you and opening to the first page.

“You have a pen?” He moved to sit cross legged on your floor over the coffee table.

You grabbed a writing utensil from your desk drawer and offered it to him, loving to sit next to him.

“Ah ah,” he tutted, hiding the book, “no peeking.”

You rolled your eyes and sat across from him instead. You watched him carefully as he thought of what to write, and with a devilish glint in his eye, started scribbling his autograph. He was taking longer than should be necessary for his name.

“You’re not writing something dirty in there, are you?” You tease, sliding your foot under the table to nudge his crossed leg..

“I already did, that’s why you like it so much.” He flirted back instantly, not even slightly shaken by your contact. He was clearly in his element.

Finally when he had finished his escription, he read over his own words. Giggling to himself, he brought the book up and mimed a kiss against the page, before blowing on it softly, to dry the ink.

“There you go, gorgeous. One of a kind.” He closed the book and set it on the table with his hand still over it, inviting you to try to take it from him.

You took the bait and reached over, he slid it just out of reach, “Almost.”

You got the game. Sliding around the table, you now were next to him, your hand fit next to his, fingers intertwining on the bound leather. You moved your body up his, with him seated and you on your knees, you were finally eye to eye with him. He watched you closely, pupils blown in excitement. You moved to sit on his lap, finally in a full embrace. He was so wide, it was hard to fully straddle him, but you managed. You could feel him getting hard underneath you, too many layers separated you from him. You could feel how wet you had gotten from the back and forth of tonight. You wanted him so bad. His large, delicious body, his experience, his charisma. It had all drawn you in. His hands moved from the table, abandoning the book and over slid your hips, then up your back and down again. The sensation was soothing and also titillating.

You felt yourself dampen further, and your breath increase. You moved your arms around his neck, leaning closer and closer, you could feel the tie that held his long hair back and you pulled until it came loose, allowing his white hair to fall freely. Your lips were so close to his, you could smell sake on his breath, you could feel his heart beating under you.

“Jiraiya?”, your lips were nearly against his as you spoke his name.

“Yes, gorgeous?”, His big hands squeezed your hips, keeping your firm against his clothed erection.

“Are you going to kiss me? Or are you going to make me beg you for it.” You looked at him under your lashes, catching his eye just in time to see him shudder a bit.

“All you had to do was ask.” He caught your lips in his, his hands on your hips pulling you closer to him.

His lips were so soft, but his kiss was so hard and passionate. His tongue immediately slipped between your lips, quickly mapping the inside of your mouth. He had the faintest taste of smoke, probably a pipe or cigarette from earlier in the night. His hands moved through his hair, tugging lightly, making him moan against your mouth.

“Such a pretty girl,” he mumbled between hot, wet kisses, “you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

Feeling emboldened by his praise, you moved one hand between your joined hips to stroke his hardened dick, “I think I have a pretty good idea.”

His hips bucked at your touch, a half moan-half laugh sputtering from his lips. He cursed and pulled at the back of your shirt, removing it quickly. His hands were rough against your skin, decades of both training and writing causing his palms and fingers to callus. Your skin was so soft by juxtaposition, smooth and even, plump and vibrant. He removed your bra skillfully, your breasts spilling out for him to quickly latch his mouth onto.

You moaned, throwing your head back, “Master Jiraiya!”

He could barely hear you, he was completely immersed in how good it felt to have your bare chest in front of him, against his lips, against his tongue. He flicked his skilled tongue over your nipple, pulling back to watch it harden and peak.

“You’ve got such great tits, baby. Such a pretty thing for me.” He kissed up the side of your neck.

You were rocking your hips against his, trying desperately to pull more of those shocked moans from him in the process. Your hands moved under his tunic, unknotting the tie and pulling the sides apart. His chest was so broad, a large star shaped scar bloomed from the center outward. You had hooked up with shinobi before, you were familiar with the combat scars and various bruises to be found on their bodies. But this was unlike anything you had ever seen. It was expansive, and evidently distracting, as you had stopped your grinding to gawk at the large healed wound.

“Thought girls liked scars.” He joked.

You ran your hand down his chest, fingers exploring the topography of muscle and scar tissue.

“I do.” You leaned down to kiss the side of his neck, hand traveling further down to his hip bone and further to undo the tie of his pants.

“You work fast, honey.” He bit his lip trying to cover the moan your eager touch pulled from him.

You moved off his lap, now pulling his trousers along with you as you moved down his body, “worried you can’t keep up, old man?”

This struck something in him. Something competitive and cocky. Before you realized it he had you up on the couch, and he was kneeling between your legs.

“I hope you don’t mind if this old man takes a turn first?” He growled holding your hips in place as you tried to figure out just how he had moved you so quickly.

His hands pulled at the top of your skirt, undoing the zipper on the side and sliding it down your legs.

“It only feels fair after I so graciously gave you my autograph free of charge.” He removed your skirt completely, leaving you only in your red panties.

You were so wet already, the panties were sticking to you. You wanted them off so bad, you wanted him so bad. His hands ran up your thighs, Jiraiya delighting in the hot, smooth skin of a young woman writing under his touch. You were so gorgeous, a beautiful body, a beautiful face, charming and intelligent. He had no idea how he had gotten so lucky. You were looking at him so desperately, he could see how badly you wanted him. And if he wasn’t sure from your eyes and your words, you were practically dripping onto your own couch in front of him. He couldn’t wait any longer, he had to taste you for himself. Jiraiya leaned forward and took the front of your panties between his teeth, pulling them down, using his hands to roll the flimsy fabric off of your legs. A practiced move he had perfected over years, but never failed him.

Watching him remove your panties with his teeth had you moaning before he ever touched your aching pussy. He watched you gasp in awe and arch your back, body begging him to pleasure you. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. He slid your panties in his back pocket for later. He knew he was a pervert, but he couldn’t help himself.

Finally, with nothing separating him from your sex, Jiraiya moved your legs over his shoulder and pressed forward, giving you a long, languid lick all the way up your slit.

His tongue was devilish; skilled and wicked. Strong hands keeping your thighs in place as he devoured you. You couldn’t stop the wanton moans that spilled from you like a waterfall, he had barely started and you were already whimpering and pulling at his hair.

“Baby you taste so good, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. How many do you think you can take?” You could barely hear him through the sound of him lapping at your dripping pussy.

He was talking about his fingers, thick and waiting to push inside of you. They were bigger than yours, bigger than anyone’s you had been with, and fuck you wanted them inside of you.

“Two. Two. Fuck, Jiraiya, please.” You begged him, needing more and more from him despite how good you already felt.

He pushed his first two fingers inside of you, tongue still slurping around your clit. Feeling him spread you open, you felt the white hot build up of orgasm approaching. Your voice was giving you away, panting moans, barely intelligible curses mixed with his name. You tugged at his hair, paying no kind to if it hurt him or not. He certainly wasn’t stopping, nor was he complaining. He was too drunk off of your taste. He hooked his fingers inside of you, deliciously hitting your g spot.

You nearly went blind with pleasure. You were cumming before you even realized how close it was. Not only cumming, but squirting. Gushing around his fingers and into his waiting mouth. He drank from you, everything you had. Leaving you a well pleasured, panting mess above him. The heels of your feet had dug into his shoulders so hard he may bruise. But tomorrow if he woke up with any mark of you left on him, he would be a happy man. Finally detaching his mouth from your puffy, spent pussy, Jiraiya sat back on his heels, watching you carefully, licking his fingers clean.

“Ever done that before?” He grinned cockily, your squirt still dripping down his chin onto his neck.

You watched him take great pride in cleaning his fingers of your cum, “once or twice.” You told him.

“Think I can make you do it again?” He leaned over you, his hands finding your waist again, pulling you forward, against the front of his barely done pants.

You shuddered at the thought. You had read his books, you were familiar with his proclivity toward having the heroines orgasm again and again, until they were begging for mercy. You had always assumed it was fiction, and that couldn’t, shouldn’t reflect on the desires and skills of the author. But the way he watched you as you came undone for him, the way he looked down at you now, you knew it was autobiographical.

He wiped a sweaty strand of hair from your forehead, tucking it behind your ear before leaning down to kiss you again. This kiss was softer than before, he cupped your face sweetly, not tugging and pulling you into him, but holding you firm and steady against his lips. You kissed him back, finally feeling grounded in your body again. He tasted like you, you were sure you tasted like him too. The experience of letting someone’s taste overpower your own was at times more sensual and pleasurable than the act of sex itself.

Your hands moved over his back, feeling the strong muscle, the divots and grooves of his body. Your eager hands moved to remove his pants, and he joined the effort, stripping himself completely before you. He joined you on the couch, kneeling between your legs, still kissing you. You felt his hardened length hot against you, sliding up and down your slit, he reveled in the fruits of his previous labor.

“Please Jiraiya, please.” You whimpered against his kisses, reaching down to stroke him.

He was diamond hard in your hand, long, and thick. Of course he was, of course this literary Casanova had the personal equipment to back it up. You could feel his heartbeat pulsing through his erection. You ran your thumb beneath his foreskin to pull the precum from him and coat your hand to lubricate his length. Jiraiya shuddered and lifted you back onto the couch again, joining you and slotting himself between your legs. Your lips were hot against his, spit and moans exchanged in between sloppy kisses. His thick, white hair shielded you from the light in the room, blocking out everything else but him. He reached down to join your hand on his length, his eyes meeting yours to confirm consent. You nodded again, rocking your hips against the head of his cock. You moved your hands to his shoulders. Jiraiya’s thumbs spread your folds apart for him to release a string of spit onto you. Spreading the lubrication of his spit and your previous release along his length and your slitc he started to inch himself into you.

You couldn’t help the arch that your back curved into. Nor could you stop the mewl that escaped you. Jiraiya groans above you, pushing deeper. Your vision went white as he packed his inches into you. You clawed at his muscles, whimpering as he filled you.

“I know, baby. Almost there.”, he cooed, smoothing your hair.

You squirmed at his depth, how he stretched you out, how he mashed against the wall of your cervix.

“Relax, baby. Let me in, it’s okay.” He kissed your cheeks where you had scrunched up your face.

You breathed deeply, trying desperately to relax your tensed muscles. Just as you would release slightly, he would push further and you would clench around him again. Finally after much stopping and starting, he bottomed out inside of you. His hips meeting the backs of your legs, your calves over his shoulders, and your fingers gripping his shoulders.

“Jiraiya…fuck…you’re so deep.” You trembled against him.

Jiraiya panted above you, running his hand up your leg soothingly. You were holding him so tight, he was struggling to keep from fucking into you further.

“Let me know when I can move, sweetness.” He pressed a sweet kiss to the ball of your ankle, petting your leg again.

After finally accommodating his size, you nodded. He pulled back carefully to the head of his cock before sliding into you again. He began an even thrusting pace, he rocked his hips against your sweet spot inside of you. You couldn’t help the broken, nasty sounds that fell from your lips. He was setting your body ablaze with pleasure. His head fell back as he maintained his rhythm, letting out a lazy, delicious moan. You felt electric, like all the energy in your body had illuminated and was glowing. His hands traveled from your thighs to your hips to your breasts and back again. You felt as though he was unstitching your every piece, taking you apart at the atomic level. And it was marvelous, his touch was practiced and methodical, he knew just how to touch and to please you. You couldn’t control the begging pleas that spilled from you.

“Raiya, please, yes, fuck, oh” in repetition again and again.

He was similarly babbling, “yes baby, so tight, so good, good girl.”

Your sweat transferred to his skin, and vice versa, when he finally leaned over you, closing you in against the couch, you couldn’t help but keen to kiss him again. His big, strong hand pulled your hip up to meet his thrusts, and you helped him, fucking yourself up into him. Your bodies worked in perfect sync, meeting his thrusts, him moving his fingers in between your bodies to circle your swollen clit. Your voice raised in pitch, eyes rolling back as he played you like a fiddle. You had no idea earlier in the night how incredible he would be.

You felt yourself inching so close to climaxing, and you made it clear.

“Please Jiraiya, please!” You begged

“You wanna cum, pretty girl?” He smiled, pushing deeper into you, making you arch further.

“Yes! Fuck yes please. Let me cum!”

“Cum all over this cock. Make a mess for me, baby.” He choked out, circling your clit and sucking into your neck.

He pushed harder into you, the combination of his cock and fingers finally bringing you to your desperate, whimpering, squirting climax. You coated his cock and abdomen in your cum, he shuddered against you trying to keep his pace as he reached his own orgasm.

“Fuck!” Jiraiya cried out slamming himself against your g spot, finally letting his release take him.

You could feel his cock pulse, shooting his long streams of cum inside of you, painting your walls white. Jiraiya collapsed his full weight onto you, which was not insignificant, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You stroked his fluffy, white hair as he caught his breath atop you. He pressed lazy, hot kisses to your neck, collarbone and chest as he caught his breath. Minutes passed with you two locked into this embrace. Finally the weight of his body was too much, and you tapped on his shoulder, urging him to sit up. He did, pulling you up with him, having you straddle his lap so he could stay sheathed inside of you. He stroked your back, still kissing your neck occasionally. You slumped against his broad chest, feeling spent, he let his head rest against the back of your couch. When he had finally caught his breath, he tipped his head back down, holding your face in his hands, and kissed you deeply. His tongue smoothed against yours, tasting your exhaustion. He moved your hair out of your face, and looked into your eyes.

You finally found your words, “I better not read about this.”

“If you think I’m not using this as research, I hate to disappoint you…” Jiraiya laughed heartily, holding you closer.

You kissed him again, laughing against his lips. You luxuriated in his touch, his warmth, and his kiss.

Sure enough, about nine months later when his most recent book was released you rushed to the local bookstore. You found there was a dedication at the beginning reading simply.

For Cherry, Page 73.

You quickly flipped to the listed page and found the beginning of a deliciously flowery sex scene, one where the protagonist picks up a waitress and spoils her the exact way Jiraiya had done to you.

You couldn’t hide the blushing smile. That bastard.

Okay y’all thanks so much for reading! I hope y’all enjoyed! I’m nasty feral for this big bad man.

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aaizawashouta · 10 months

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Welcome Home

pairing: jiraiya x fem!reader

word count: 2.3k

summary: you're there every time to welcome him home, until the one time you're not.

warnings: smut (18+ minors dni) fingering, p in v, cream pie

Touch and go is how your relationship has always been. You’ve never complained. Always welcoming him home with open arms, ears eager to hear of his travels. The closer he gets back to Konoha the more he can taste your perfume—hints of honey and coconut twirling on his tongue. He’s been gone longer than usual this time. It’s made him antsy. His hands twitch at his side as he walks through the village. He feels almost desperate to get home, something that’s never happened before.

He’s never taken advantage of you, never sought you out for only pleasure. He’s never talked about his feelings, so sure that you understood. Given, you’ve never talked about your feelings either. Jiraiya, the fool that he is, thought all was well. Except for the fact that you aren’t there when he gets home. From the looks of it, you haven’t been there for a while. It’s okay. It’s okay. Everything is fine. He’ll find you eventually.

Everything is not fine. It’s not okay. He’s losing his damned mind trying to find you. It’s been two days. Where could you possibly be? That’s when he sees him. Jiraiya’s eyes narrow as he tracks him, walking along the village without a care in the world, nose shoved deep into the book he’s emerged himself in. It’s not long before he’s caught up with Kakashi. They walk along in silence for a while, Jiraiya’s hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, impatience washing over him.

Finally, Kakashi sighs, dropping his arm. One eye lifting to meet the agitated gaze of the sannin. “Good to see you, Jiraiya.”

“Kakashi,”

“You haven’t talked to her?”

Jiraiya’s eye twitches. “I can’t find her.”

Kakashi hums. “She’s not back from the mission, then.”

It was like a bomb had been dropped on him. Everything he thought he knew about you was wrong. But he’s to blame. He’s the one constantly leaving. He’s the one who keeps you at arms length. If he wanted to know, he’d ask. A lump of uncertainty forms in Jiraiya’s throat. He’s not a fan of the feeling. He doesn’t like you being gone. A shinobi? You’re more amazing than he’d thought, and it irks him. He’s an idiot. The two of you have been at this for, well, years, and he honestly thought that you were a civilian whose whole world revolved around him. He doesn’t say anything to Kakashi. He’s defeated by you and you aren’t even here to witness it.

“You really don’t have a clue, do you?” Jiraiya stares at him, making Kakashi sigh. “Follow me.”

Kakashi isn’t sure why he has the photo to begin with, but he’s glad he has it. Probably something of Naruto’s that he has for safe keeping. He finds it in a stack next to his bedroom dresser. He smiles at the photo before handing it over to the older man.

The two of you are standing together, Jiraiya’s arm thrown over your shoulders holding you tightly to him. His head is tossed back in a boisterous laugh, you can almost hear it echoing from the memory. You’ve got your arm around his waist, body completely molded to him as you watch him. Doe eyes looking up, lips parted in a small lovestruck smile. It’s a snapshot of the pure adoration and love you hold for him.

It’s not something you hide. It’s not a secret by any means. But gods, is Jiraiya seeing it for the very first time.

It’s early when you get home. Eyes burning from lack of sleep, dirt under your nails and in your hair. A nice hot shower is calling your name. It takes you three tries to unlock the door. So set on getting to the shower, you miss the hints of another presence in your home completely. Tearing off your vest while pulling your shoes off along the way, leaving the clothes scattered on the floor on your way to the bathroom. You come to a stop when you see your bedroom door open.

Now you’ve been gone for a month or so, but you do the same routine every time. Every door is shut when you leave. Every time. But the bedroom door is open. Biting your cheek, you move down the hallway to see that the bathroom door is open as well. Why? Who's been in your house? Are they still here? You freeze, senses running wild. If they were still here, they wouldn’t make it far.

The faintest sound of scratching reaches your ears. What, is there a rat in your house? As silent as you can, you follow the sounds. Leading to your bedroom, you slightly push the door open, a flurry of emotions overcoming you. Sitting at the desk is Jiraiya, bent over slightly as he pen scratches at the paper. No doubt furiously writing away for the next installment of his books. Stepping into the room you make your way to him, throwing your arms around his shoulders. He’s solid against you, the warmth of him seeping into you. You nuzzle your face in between his shoulders, more than happy to be home. Happy to finally have him home.

“Hey, kid,” he says with a laugh.

“Hey yourself. Missed you.”

His whole body relaxes at your words. Silently he turns, pulling you in closer until you’re seated on his lap. Thick fingers tangle up into the roots of your hair, angling you just so. You can’t help the moan when his lips meet yours. You aren’t sure how long he had been gone this time around. Only that it was too long and you didn’t like it. Normally you could get missions completed between the times he comes and goes. This had been rough.

“Missed your old man, did ya?”

You can’t help but snicker. “My old man?”

“Well I don’t belong to anyone else do I?” His lips trail up your neck, teasing at your ear. “I missed you too, kid.”

His hands release your hair, only to grip your face, thumbs running softly against your cheekbones. You’re doe eyed as you stare up at him. He hums as he stares back, so lovestruck it blindsides you.

“I love you.”

“Jiraiya,” The words make your heart stop. You never thought you’d hear them, and you’ve always been okay with that.

He doesn’t give you a moment to respond. “Let me show you.”

He stands, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist as he walks over to your shared bed. Your hands roam his body as he pulls off his own clothes. His tongue drags across your fluttering pulse, and when he sucks your skin hard enough to leave a bruise, your fingers splayed open on his broad shoulders, digging into the taut muscle that flexes as he draws you closer. Calloused hands pull at your shirt, the cool morning air drawing your nipples taunt.

His hands slide down your back, holding you close as he leans forward and lays you down on the sea of blankets. You’ve been together too long for you to be embarrassed by the whimper of a moan that escapes you when his teeth tug harder on your nipple before laving the ache with his tongue while his hand palms your other breast, playing mercilessly with the nipple until your back is arching off the mattress, eyes rolling back.

His hand falls away from your breast, and you nearly squeak in indignation until the feel of his calloused fingers slides between your thighs. Fingers dig into the stretchy material of your shorts, your own hands trailing down to free your body of the material. Jiraiya groans, watching you.

“I knew you weren’t wearing any panties.”

“Never do.”

You’ve never given it much thought, but if you had to imagine heaven, this would be it. A sunlit morning, tangled sheets, gentle words, rough hands. An endless loop of intimate moments, of vulnerable confessions, of whispered promises, of sex so intense your mind fractures and pieces itself back together. Your souls touch, they echo across countless lifetimes.

Jiraiya’s thumb teases your clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles that make your legs spasm every time the callous on the side of his thumb grazes the bud of nerves, lighting up every nerve ending in your body like a firework show.

You attempt to tug him closer, to shift your hips forward, to add more pressure, to silently ask him to go faster. Gods, please go faster. But he doesn't oblige. Rather, he pulls your hands off his body and locks them into an inescapable hold above your head, pinned against the pillows — a silent demand to not rush him, to let him take his time. A silent promise to make it worth your while.

When his thumb finds your clit again it's an even softer touch — a whisper rather than steady contact. And somehow, somehow that barely there touch, that torturously reserved brush of his thumb has your eyes flying wide and your back arching off the bed so intensely your breath lodges in your throat.

You tug, trying to get your wrists free, the demand to pull him closer nearly short-circuiting your brain, but his hold on them doesn't budge.

"Mmm, how do you want to come, pretty?" He hums against your skin, biting down on the hickey he's leaving on the swell of your breast before moving his attention to the other one. His thumb keeps a teasing pace on your clit, giving you more pressure and easing off just when the pressure in your lower belly begins to build.

Up, up, up and then gone.

So close, so so close, and then poof.

Gone.

His tongue drags across your nipple before he pulls back and blows a cool breath of air across the glistening nerves, sending a rush of goosebumps across your entire body.

His thumb adds a little more pressure, a little more friction, and you’re sure you might cry. You might actually cry. It feels so good.

Your entire body is tense, nearly about to hit that peak when he pulls his thumb away again.

Your head slams back against the bed, frustration flooding your veins. Your orgasm is trying to break free, to claw its way out of you. Like water receding from the shore before a tsunami, the air in your lungs is gone, the control over your shaking legs, your shaking arms, your shaking hands — towed away from you.

He sucks on your nipple hard enough to fling white dots over your vision like confetti, and even now, you can feel the haughty smile tugging at his lips as he pulls back to watch you writhe under him because he knows, he knows you're too far gone to answer him.

"Like this?" he slides a finger into you and you nearly shatter. Nearly, nearly, nearly. Please.

You can't breathe. You can't think. You can't respond. You shake your head and tug your wrists feebly. You want him. You want him.

He adds another finger and you moan so loud it echoes back to you.

He curses, pulls his fingers away, and as you nearly break into hysterics at the loss of contact, at the loss of the climax that was so close you could nearly taste the endorphins on your tongue, he releases your wrists and wraps your legs around his hips.

"No. No sweet girl, you're going to come with my cock buried deep in your pretty pussy." His words are a promise against your ear and finally, finally he thrusts into you as he murmurs against your lips. "Come on my cock, kid. Let me see how fucking gorgeous you are when you come on my cock. Let me know how much you really missed me."

It's instantaneous. The tsunami hits with the first thrust of his hips and your throat burns with the scream that rips through your room. It's nearly a sob — a sob of relief, a sob of ecstasy, a sob of pure pleasure.

Every nerve in your body is a live wire, lighting up with the kind of mind numbing sensation that pulls you down so deep you can't process anything other than the feel of the waves. Like you’re just under the surface of the ocean, being pulled along with each rise and crash of the tide.

And then you blink and see the brilliant sunlight coaxing you back toward the surface, back to the air, back to reality. And it's only when you break the surface and your lungs unfreeze, helplessly tasting your first breath of air since they froze in your chest, that you realize the sun has been shrouded by a passing storm cloud, and the light, that brilliant light that brought you back is still here, radiating from the man on top of you. His face is nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his hips reaching a crescendo that sends another aftershock of pleasure flooding up your spine and he buries himself deep inside of you and stills, the heat of his climax pulsing inside of you, sliding down your thighs.

The room is silent other than your heavy breathing. Your fingers card through his hair, his lips grazing your collarbones. It’s only when your breathing steadies and your body completely relaxes that Jiraiya scoops you up and heads into the shower.

I love you. He whispers the words again and again as he washes you. Lips pressed against your skin as if he can force his love into you. Your heart soars. Tucked into bed, eyes droopy from exhaustion, Jiraiya hands over the photo. You can feel his gaze taking you in as you run your finger lightly over his laughing face, not even concerned about yourself. He presses a kiss against your temple, mouthing the words with a ghost of a smile.

“I love you too.”

And you don’t know where you’ll go from here. If your path will continue to entwine with his. You do know your heart will never belong to another. He’s opening himself up, learning, and he’s doing it all for you.

#jiraiya x reader #Jiraiya x you #jiraiya one shot #jiraiya smut #jiraiya fanfiction #Naruto fanfiction

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sleepysnk · 2 years

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NARUTO MEN THAT ARE BRAT TAMERS:

MADARA, OBITO, KAKASHI, pain, hidan, SASORI, itachi, TOBIRAMA, sasuke, JIRAIYA.

#summer speaks #summer’s thoughts #smutty talks #madara x reader #itachi x reader #obito x reader #kakashi x reader #sasuke x reader #sasori x reader #pein x reader #tobirama x reader #hidan x reader #jiraiya x reader #naruto smut #akatsuki x reader #naruto x reader #i Wanna be brat tamed #so..#hehe

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13as07 · 4 months

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Patience #1

(Jiraiya Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to SUk1J1]

Requested by: Myself

Keys:

None

Word Count: 5,678

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Masturbating (clit stimulation & pillow humping)

Age Gap

Power Difference (Teacher/Student)

Overstimulation/Orgasm Denial

Pet Names: Little One, Sweetheart, Pillow Princess, Obedient Girl, Sweet Thing/Girl

Choking (for like five seconds)

Hair Pulling

Soft Domination

Praising

Fingering/Oral

I'm stuck on what to do for part two. Should I do wake up sex or the story from Jiraiya's pov? Maybe I'll just make this a four part story instead of a three part story. We'll see :)

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"Jiraiya-Sensei," the name slips out before I can stop it. Disgust with myself mixes with the pleasure sliding down to my core. Despite the disgust, I continue letting the shower head shoot stimulating bolts of water into my clit.

That's so bad, so inappropriate of me, so wrong. I shouldn't be getting off to thoughts of my Sensei. Jiraiya is a highly regarded Shinobi, one of the legendary sannins, old enough to be my father, all of which only seem to make me hornier.

I can't stop the dirty thoughts seeping into my head, causing my empty pussy to clench with need, to pulse from the lack of being filled.

Thoughts of my Sensei in his nightshirt circle my head, images of him in it pushing me forward. The lovely nightshirt that shows off his defined muscles a lot better than his day clothes. The thin material that dips with his scar. The scar I've thought about tracing with my fingers a million times.

Soon the thought is replaced by another. The innocent memory from earlier this week is soaked in sin. I can't help it, the sight of Jiraiya pushing up the sleeves of his undershirt was just so attractive. The way the bunched-up material empathized his arms just churned something in my stomach.

When the memory of my sensei's heavy hand pushing against my back this morning crosses my mind, it snaps the band between my legs. "Please Jiraiya," I whine, a lot louder than I meant to. I shouldn't mean to. I shouldn't be thinking of my Sensei in this, saying his name in this tone, in this situation.

My legs are just as shaky, if not shaker, than my breath, but I don't move the shower head away. This will be my punishment, overstimulation to wash away my unprofessional thoughts. It's not a punishment though, and I know it. I know I'm going to enjoy continuing to get myself off until I can barely stand.

The continual stimulation only lasts for another minute or two before I can't stand it anymore.

The thought of my Sensei forcing my overstimulation crosses my mind as I pull the shower head away from myself. I don't know what's worse; having the thought or knowing Jiraiya would. After all, he's known for making his students train until they drop. I can't see him being any different with his sexual partners.

I shake my head, trying to clear the thoughts out and steady myself. I just need my legs to last long enough to clean my mess up.

As I clean myself again, the pleasure from before washes away, leaving only the disgust I feel from my thoughts and my actions.

The disgust doesn't subside as I climb out of the shower and dry myself off. It sure as hell doesn't drain as I dress myself into my sleep clothes. It gets even worse when I question whether Sensei would find my panties cute or sexy.

By the time I get out of the bathroom and into our empty hotel room, I'm making myself sick from the reappearing thoughts. Why am I so horny? Why am I so perverted? Why isn't Sensei back from his outing yet?

A whine bubbles in my throat as I scan the room again for Jiraiya, even though I know he won't appear from thin air. Maybe it's good that he's not back yet. Having him here would only grow the fire that wasn't completely put out in the shower. But, it would be so nice to see him right now, to get to appreciate his appearance, to have him distract me from the ache between my legs.

Acknowledging the ache only makes it worse. I need my hormones to stop, for my horniness to go.

Before I can stop myself, I crawl into Jiraiya's bed, leaving the other bed in the room - my bed - empty. The faint forest smell of my Sensei wisps off the sheets, causing the heat to grow even more.

I'm such a pervert, a terrible student, a nasty person.

Just like before, the disgust with myself doesn't outweigh the neediness of my pussy. My eyes snap closed as my hand snakes up the bedsheets, colliding with one of the fluffy white pillows on the bed. I tug the pillow down, shifting it between my knees and propping myself onto it.

When tingles fill me again, I know I'm in the perfect position. I waste no time, burying my head into the sheets to soak in more of Jiraiya's scent as I start thrusting my hips forward.

My hands cling to the bedding when I try to shove my face further into the mattress. Despite my efforts, whines and my sensei's name still come tumbling out of my mouth. "Jiraiya," I whine to myself, grinding my clit against the pillow faster, keeping my thrusts nonstop. The feeling of my slick reapply to my thighs only pushes out another whimper. "Please Sensei?"

Pressure is added to my clothed hole, causing me to clench before I'm ripped from my dirty fantasy. A yelp falls from me because of the added pressure, the added pressure not being caused by me.

"So chatty, aren't we?" A voice curves from behind me, causing me to shoot up. My hands are still clenched to the bedding, which is now pulled up from my sitting position. My clit slides against the pillow because of my movement, pulling out a soft moan from my throat.

My heart is racing as my mind starts processing what's going on. A big, warm hand is now pressed below me, cupping my pussy because of my sudden movements. I can hear the soft breathing of the intruder behind me, my mind fuzzy from the surprise and stimulation, making it hard to process the situation and figure out how to get out of it.

"Are you going to answer me? It's disrespectful not to answer your Sensei."

Arousal and embarrassment seep down my stomach from the words. My mind is both empty and packed as I process Jiraiya's words. Jiraiya... my Sensei... who I've spent the past five minutes whining for. "I... um... didn't hear you," I murmur, letting my hands back down, the bedding following suit.

"Are you a chatterbox in bed, sweetheart?" He repeats, tugging his hand out from under me before laying both of them on my hips.

"Sometimes," I whisper, my breath shaky as I focus on the headboard in front of me. I fail at this, my attention fully being on the weight of my sensei's hands on me.

"What have you been up to, little one?" Jiraiya purrs, his head dipping down to whisper into my ear. His hands go to work, slowly sliding me back and forth on the pillow still held between my thighs.

"While you were..." I try, cutting myself off to hold a moan back.

One of Sensei's hands releases me long enough to poke my cheek before forcing my hips back into motion. "Don't do that, sweetheart. I want to hear those pretty noises again." I shift my head to try and glance behind me, being met with my stimulation stopped again and hands cupping my cheeks to keep my head still. "Keep your head forward, little one."

I shift my head back into place, leaning it to the side to soak in Jiraiya's touch. "While you were gone I practiced my clone jutsu," I finally answer, rolling the current situation in my head. This can't be real. This isn't my Sensei, this has to be someone pretending to be Jiraiya. "Sensei?"

"Sweetheart?" The word is followed by soft circles being rubbed into my cheeks and a kiss pressed behind my ear.

"If I can't look at you, how do I know it's really you?" Another kiss is pressed into me, behind my other ear this time.

"Oh, little one, are you that desperate to see me? If I knew you'd miss me this much, I'd go on more outings while we're out of the village."

The answer makes me huff, mostly out of jealousy. I know what Jiraiya does on his outings, I know what his 'research' really is. All Sensei ever does is thirst after any woman who crosses his path.

"Oh, don't be so jealous, Sweetheart. I was actually busy this time." It makes me angry how easily he reads me.

"Busy with what? Peeping into another bathhouse?"

Jiraiya chuckles, the sound echoing throughout the room. "No. Believe it or not, I was meeting up with one of my under-covers."

"Lair," I mumble to myself, shifting my head so it leans the other way.

Sensei chuckles again, this time softer than before. His hands dip, tugging my head back as far as it'll go. Finally seeing him makes more embarrassment seep into my bones. My cheeks start to heat up as I look over Jiraiya's face, taking in his dark eyes before my sight slides down the red stripes of his face. "Hello, little one."

"Hi," I answer, shifting my sight away from him.

"Aw, come on, sweetheart. Don't do that. I want to see your pretty eyes. Look at me." Reluctantly, I do as I'm told, turning my attention back to Sensei's face. His eyes are soft but a smug look coats the rest of my face. "What an obedient student I have," he murmurs, dipping his head down.

I stay still, not knowing what he's going to do or what to do with myself. Jiraiya's lips brush against my face, leaving behind dragged-out kisses as he works his way down to his fingers. Once he's done littering kisses on the right side, he changes his attention to the left.

"Sensei?"

"Hush, little one," he orders, his hands dropping down to my neck. They're light against my skin, his fingers overlapping quite a bit. Jiraiya's hands are big enough that he doesn't need both of them to wrap around my throat. "We're going to work on patience, okay?"

"But-"

"But nothing. I'm your teacher after all. Am I not? It's my job to teach you, to train you." Sensei's speech is followed by a gentle squeeze to my throat, causing me to wiggle uncomfortably. I don't like that, it scares me.

He freezes, his attention being pulled from the repeating kisses being pressed into my face. His eyes scan over me for a beat before his hands shift back to cupping my cheeks, his fingers gently massaging my jawline. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean to scare you."

Once again I'm a bit pissy at how easy he reads me. I don't like him knowing he scared me. I don't want it to scare him away from the attention I'm getting, the attention I've been craving from him. "It's okay."

"It's not," Jiraiya whispers back, lips back to attacking my face. "I won't do anything you don't want, little one."

The nickname makes me squirm, adding a bit of friction to my forgotten clit. Half of a whimper slips up from the small attention to my pussy, getting me a tighter grip on my face.

"Let's start your lesson, ya? Do you want to start your lesson, sweetheart?"

"Please?" I ask, the question coming out whiner than I meant it to.

"Fuck," Jiraiya husks out under his breath, causing me to tingle even more. "You sound so pretty." Sensei's hands drop down to my hips, lifting me off the pillow I've been sitting on before placing me on my feet. "My pretty pillow princess," he mumbles, keeping me in place so I'm facing the wall again.

A hand slides into my hair, holding on to the roots of it. He waits for a second, scanning for my reaction before he tightens his hold. "I'm going to start our lesson, okay? You tell me if there's something you don't want to do, got it, sweetheart?"

"Got it," I mumble, rubbing my legs together. The small touches and ignorance of my needs are making my ache worse. I want to get off now, I need to cum now. Why won't Sensei give me what I want?

Jiraiya's hand relaxes in my hair, loosening his hold but not letting me go. "You need to learn some patience, to learn to wait for me and not rush into things. So, we're going to go nice and slow, okay?" I hum out a yes, nodding my head a bit but that doesn't work out very well. "I'm going to work out your orgasm, slowly. Soft little licks, slow curls, and pumps, and if you behave I'll give you a nice reward, okay little one?"

That sounds terrible. I don't have the patience for a slow pace. I want to orgasm and I want to do it now. "Yes, Sensei," I answer, following my answer with a disappointed whine.

He's silent for a couple of seconds, his hand massaging my head before he drops his hold on me. Sensei's hands land on my hips again, gently pulling me against him. He's warm to the touch, his chest stretching out wider than my frame and coating me with the familiar forest smell he gives off.

"There's my obedient girl," Jiraiya coos, his fingers toying with the hem of my shirt before he starts sliding it upwards. His fingertips tickle as they slide up my sides, tugging my shirt up with them.

I squirm from the touches, rubbing against my Sensei in the process. The hard impression of his dick presses into me from my movements, only making it harder not to move. It excites me to know he's as turned on as me. "Or not," Jiraiya says, his hands - and my shirt - falling back down. "Let's try again, little one. I know you can do it."

This time around, I set my mind on staying still. I'll never get what I want if I can't even make it past the first step.

Once again, Sensei's hands work their way up, tickling my sides the whole time. "Good job, sweet thing," he coos again once my shirt is over my head and disregarded to the floor. "Sweet, sweet thing," he continues to utter, his big hands rubbing soft circles into my stomach. "Are you ready for our next step?"

"Yes," I breathe out, trying my best to stay still. It feels like I'm vibrating with the need to shift in Jiraiya's hold. His hands are so close to my waistband, why can't he just dip his hand down and give me some relief?

"Come here, little one," he calls, tugging me with him as he sits on the edge of the bed. I slide into his lap, his boner pushing against my butt as he cradles me between his knees. "Turn around, sweet girl."

I do as I'm told, shifting in Sensei's hold. His hands slide down, cupping my ass while his gaze rolls over my bare chest. "What an obedient little thing. You're being so good." The praises make me tingle, forcing the lack of attention further into my mind. "I'm going to play with your chest, okay sweetheart?" Jiraiya asks, one of his hands letting my butt go so he can ghost his fingertips over my nipple.

"Okay, Sensei," I whisper, lifting my hands to rest them against his broad shoulders. I swear this teasing is going to kill me. "Why won't you touch me Sensei?" I whimper, shifting forward to grind myself against anything I can reach.

Jiraiya's hand shifts from my ass to my hip before he gently pushes me back in place. "I am touching you, little one. You need to be patient if you want me to touch your pussy, okay? Be patient."

I whine in disappointment but still fall back into place. I'm getting attention, the attention I want, even if it's not in the place I want. "Stop pouting, sweet thing. I'll get you off after our lesson." Once the sentence is out, Jiraiya latches himself to my nipple, softly sucking on it as his hand gently rolls my other nipple between his fingers.

He does as he pleases, switching his mouth and hand between my boobs. It feels nice, having him attack my chest, but it doesn't help my craving for attention. It makes me ache more. "You're being good," he praises, his tongue poking out to slide over my hardened nipple. "So, so good," he continues, his teeth grazing me now.

Sensei does the same to the other side as he tugs me into his lap. I'm shifted around by his free hand, my clothed pussy being pressed against his cock. Jiraiya's eyes flicker up at me, taking in my distressed face. This isn't fair. How am I not supposed to squirm against him? Not stimulate myself when he's so eagerly pressed against me?

After another minute or two of sucking and nipping at my chest, pain starts to overwhelm the pleasure I was receiving. "Sensei?" I call, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"Yes, little one?"

"It's starting to hurt."

Without another word, Jiraiya loosens his mouth from me and the hand that was toying with my nipples drops back down to cup my ass. "Good job, sweet girl," he coos, lips sliding over the sore skin of my boobs. "You're being so good. You deserve a reward."

"For what?" I ask, not convinced this is the end of my so-called lesson on patience.

"For listening, for telling me when to stop. A good student knows their limits, knows when to not be obedient."

Sensei's hands slide up to my hips, taking hold of them before he shifts me against his penis. "Hey," the word tumbles out, curling with a shaky breath. My arms wrap around Jiraiya, clinging to him for some form of grounding. The grinding sends sparks through me, my clit throbbing from finally getting the needed attention.

Before I get too much attention, the movement is stopped, leaving me still as Sensei is pressed against me again. "You're doing great, sweetheart. One more step and I'll give you what you want, okay? Be good and I'll fill you up."

My thighs tense as I clench around nothing. I want to be filled so bad. At this point, I'll do anything to get what I want. "Okay, Sensei," I whisper into his shoulder, leaning my head down for the slightest break.

"For our next step, I'm going to spread you out all nice and pretty on the bed, okay? I'm going to taste you and play with you, and you're going to stay still the whole time, you understand? Are you going to let me spread you out?"

"Yes!" The word rips from my lungs, my clit throbbing again from the promised attention I'm going to get.

Jiraiya laughs at my excitement, the noise following us as he stands up, pressing me into his chest as he does so. Once again I'm set on my feet, body pressed up against Sensei's. Unlike last time, his hands dip past my waistband like I want. His fingers inch down my legs, his thumbs hooked around the waistband of my pants, tugging it down with his hands.

"I can't wait to make you feel good, little one," he whispers into my ear, his lips falling down my neck once the praise is out. When his arms are stretched as far down as possible, they crawl back up to me, leaving my bottoms to be pulled the rest of the way by gravity.

Sensei picks me up again, successfully leaving my pants abounded on the floor with my shirt. The bed is soft, almost as soft as Jiraiya's hold, when he sets me down. "Lay down, princess," the command is followed by peppered kisses across my shoulder blades.

The shifting of the bedsheets seems loud as I move around. I feel exposed with myself spread out, knees open as Jiraiya looks at my vulnerable spots. As if the shyness wasn't enough, I'm suddenly very aware of the situation going on right now. My Sensei - my teacher - is hovering over me as I'm very much nude under him.

"Jiraiya," my voice shakes out as I slowly close my knees. I keep my eyes locked on the ceiling, hoping that looking away from him and clinging to the bedsheets will help me ground myself.

"Hey," he calls softly, hands gently clasping my knees as his thumbs rub circles into me again. "What's going on in that smart little mind of yours?"

"A lot," I whisper, closing my eyes to help focus on my breathing.

Lips brush against my stomach, making a path of swirls and curves as Sensei travels across my skin. "You're overwhelmed. It happens sometimes when you get stimulated for too long. We'll take a breather, give you time to calm down."

The explanation is followed by arms wrapping around me, pressing me into him again as he shifts us. When we're settled, my back is against his chest, his arms wrapping me up and resting in my lap, and his knees pressed up against mine, keeping me secured between his legs. Jiraiya's head is nestled into my neck, his nose brushing butterfly kisses into my skin.

"Sensei?" He pushes out a hum, the vibrations raking over my skin when his lips brush against my shoulder. "I know what being overstimulated is."

"Do you, sweetheart? I've spent about thirty minutes playing with you. After you enjoyed yourself in the shower and on my bed. So, it's safe to say you've been going for a little over an hour. Do you regularly overstimulate yourself for that long, little one?"

My cheeks warm from Jiraiya's words. He knows about all of it, he heard all of it. All my whines and whimpers for him. "Answer me, sweetie," he orders, poking my cheek before letting his arm fall back in place.

"No... I don't usually last longer than a couple minutes of it." My answer makes the temperature in my cheeks rise even more. Sensei is a pervy guy, of course, he knows more about situations like this than me.

"Mhm, that's what I thought," he mumbles, cockiness coating his words. It's quickly chased away by another line of kisses being pressed across my shoulders. It's soothing, having his body warmth envelop me as he presses soft kisses across my skin. "My pretty, little, obedient girl," he murmurs, hands going back to work, rubbing large circles on my inner thighs.

I let my legs tumble open, bumping against his as I do so. "Sensei?"

"Sweetheart?"

The word sticks in my chest, the shyness coming back from earlier but luckily none of the overwhelmness. Instead, I let my hands slide backward, my fingers wrapping around the hem of his shirt before I tug on it. "Please?"

"How am I supposed to say no to a request like that?" He teases, hands clenching my thighs to shift me forward. My ears ring with the sound of clothes shifting, causing the ache between my legs to ramp up again.

When I'm pulled back into place, my chest connects to Jiraiya's scared chest. The rough tissue rubs against my back in a weird calming way. It's a reminder that it's my Sensei behind me, my Sensei touching me, my Sensei making me feel good. No one else's bare chest will ever feel like this against my back.

"Spread your legs wider, Princess," he orders, moving me before I can do it myself. My legs are shifted, hooked around his so I'm spread wide. The mixed warmth of Jiraiya behind me and his fingers dancing over my inner thighs is intoxicating. "Good job, little one," he coos, small licks sliding over my neck as his fingers inch closer to my clothed pussy. "I'm going to touch you now, okay?"

"Okay," I breathe out, tipping my head back so it's resting against his shoulder. My hands settle in his thighs, gripping them softly.

Fingertips ghost over me, adding pressure on my hole again before focusing light circles to my clit. A hiss breath escapes me before my eyes snap closed. "Look at me sweetheart," Sensei orders, his nose bumping into mine when he turns his head.

I reluctantly do as I'm told, snapping my eyes open with the fear of spooking myself again simmering in my head. "There are those pretty eyes," Jiraiya whispers, eyes glancing down at my lips. "Can I have a kiss, sweet girl?"

"Yes."

The distance between us is closed, his lips brushing against mine as his fingers work on tugging my panties down my legs.

"Wider, sweet thing," Sensei mumbles against my mouth, his pressing against me again as he shifts our legs wider. "Fuck," he husks again, fingerings sliding through me and getting coated in my mess. "Open your mouth."

I let my mouth fall open, Jiraiya's fingers quickly filling it. His fingers press down on my tongue as they slide down my throat. More soft curses spill from him as I suck myself off his skin. "I swear I could fuck you right now."

"Please?" I ask from around his fingers, the word coming out butchered.

Sensei stays silent for a moment, his mind torn between continuing my 'lesson' or giving me what I want. The answer is given to me when his fingers pop out of my mouth and go back to my pussy. I can't complain too much about the aching of my needs finally being met.

My eyes stay locked on his as his fingers explore me, two of them slightly dipping into me before going back to rubbing circles into my clit. This is another test of my patience, an attempt to get me to thrust forward to be filled more. A test I won't fail.

When Jiraiya is satisfied with the results, his lips brush against mine again. As my lips are busy with his, fingers plung into me, his knuckles rubbing against my folds as he pumps his digits in and out of me. "Hey," I drag out when Sensei curls his fingertips against my walls.

"Hey," he mocks, the pace picking up ever so slightly as he stares back into my eyes.

The pace stays as is, slow and rough with a mix of thrusts and curling. Just as I'm sure the bend of my orgasm is going to snap, I'm left empty and gapping. "Hey! That's... you can't do that," I whine, nails digging into the material of his pants.

"I can and I did, sweetheart," Sensei answers, his soaked hand coming up to squeeze my breast. Opened-mouth kisses are pressed along my neck as he continues to squeeze my boob, his grip switching from being gentle to being a lot rougher.

"We're going to play a game," I'm told, the words hard to process as Jiraiya slides his tongue over the previously pressed kisses.

"We... we are?" I ask, my heavy breaths making it difficult to push out my question.

Sensei hums a yes, hands dropping down to grip my thighs. "You are going to sit nice and pretty on my face like the pillow princess you are. As long as you're talking I'll play with you. If you stop talking, I stop playing. Does that sound fun?"

"Ya, yes, yeah," I stumble out, leaning forward to get another kiss. I'm given what I want, a string of small kisses before a deeper one is pressed into my lips.

After I'm given my kisses Jiraiya lifts me off of him, but quickly sets me back down on the bed beside him. My eyes trail over his body, taking in the way his chest muscles work to pump oxygen through him.

My attention catches on his hands. I watch them slide down his body, quick to undo his pants and shove them off of him. The imprint of his dick in his boxers makes me pulse. His big, bigger than I thought he would be. I don't know why I'm surprised though, my Sensei is built like a brick.

"Come here, sweet thing," he orders, hand gripping my thigh to tug me back on top of him. I'm pulled onto his chest, a leg on either side of him, before I'm shimmied upwards. Jiraiya's hot breath coats over my pussy, proving to me how wet I am. "Sit, sweetheart."

I shift down a bit, the worry of suffocating my Sensei forcing me to stay hovered. "Where's my obedient girl at? I said sit," he repeats, hands gripping my thighs before I'm pulled the rest of the way down.

"Jiraiya," I call when his tongue presses against my clit. My hands shoot forward, a fist full of his hair being clenched in my fingers. He hums in response, his tongue licking short strips against my nerve bundle.

One, two, three more licks are pressed into me before he stops. "I... I don't... please? Sensei please?" My voice is rewarded, his tongue going back to work. "I don't... know what... what to talk about." The words stumble out of me as my hands brush through his hair, my fingers snagging on the knots.

"I... I've... thought about this a lot and... oh my god." Jiraiya's tongue rolls around the rim of my hole before dipping into me, rubbing long strides against my walls. "You're really hot. Like... really hot and... I hate... I hate it when you're a flirty jackass with everyone."

I'm lifted off his mouth, deep breaths being sucked in by the man under me. "That's because you're a jealous little thing. I'll stop being so flirty, sweet girl."

I'm gently set back down on his mouth, his tongue jumping back and forth between my clit and my vagina. "Oh... okay... that's... that's good... fuck." My ears are filled with the sound of my Sensei slurping up my juices. Once my slick is cleaned up, his tongue is back to poking at my walls, quickly pushing me to my edge.

"I... um... I don't know... how... you're going to fit." I can feel the smirk being pressed into me as Jiraiya continues his work, my pussy clenching around his tongue.

When his mouth wraps around my clit, sucking it gently, my long-awaited orgasm washes over me. "Fucking Christ, Jiraiya. Holy fuck." My head tilts back, filling my sight with the ceiling as I grip his hair tighter. My hips thrust forward, his nose bumping into my clit as he dips his tongue back into my pussy.

My orgasm works its way out, Jiraiya slurping and licking my mess up as it spills out. A couple more soft licks slide through my folds before I'm pulled back down his body, my dripping cunt resting against his chest as I pant above him.

"That was quick, sweet thing. Maybe I shouldn't have toyed with you so much," he coos, rubbing soothing circles into my thighs. His face is smug and dripping as he looks up at me, quickly pushing me toward being ready for round two.

"I'm... I'm sorry," I murmur, trying to calm my breathing down.

"You don't need to be sorry, Princess. You did a good job," Sensei answers, his words calm as he shifts us on the bed again. I'm starting to enjoy getting manhandled by him.

When he settles, I'm laid on top of him, my legs around his waist, his penis pressed into my bare pussy, and our hands tangled together.

"Sensei," I huff out, my breath still heavy despite my attempts to calm it down. "You said you'd fuck me. I behaved, I was good, I passed every step." I whine, humping myself against him. The panic from earlier starts to rise in my chest again.

"I know, little one, and I will, but you need to calm down again. You're getting too overwhelmed," Jiraiya says, his voice still soft and gentle as he denies me what I want. The disappointing words are followed by a handful of soft kisses to ease the denial.

"You promised. You promised me. You said if I'm good you'd fill me up. You're not being fair." More whines tumble out of me as I grind against him. The feeling of being empty is so overwhelming it almost hurts.

Sensei looks at me amused as he sways my hands next to his head. "I'll make you a deal, okay?" I eagerly nod, my pussy filled with sparks as I keep attacking my clit with his hard-on. "I will nestle myself into you, filling you up like I promised, but we're going to take a nap, okay?"

"A nap?!" I yelp, another panicked wave washing through my chest. "Sensei-"

"Yes, a nap. You're overwhelmed again, sweet girl. If I fuck you now, you're not going to enjoy it. I'll fill you up, all nice and full while we nap. Then, when we wake up I'll fuck you, okay? I promise, Princess."

"Fine," I huff out, the sudden feeling of my body vibrating overflowing my nerves.

Jiraiya untangles his fingers from mine, gently pushing me onto all fours. I stay still, arching over him as he tugs his boxers off. The last piece of clothing is thrown to the ground, joining the rest of our clothes.

"Nice and easy, sweetheart," he orders, his warm hands wrapped around my hips once again. A long moan seeps from me as Sensei lowers me onto his dick. It stretches me out, pushing me to my limits as it sinks into me. By the time I'm back on top of his lap, I swear I can see it imprinted on my stomach.

"Nap time, sweet thing," Jiraiya orders, his arms wrapping around my back before pulling me against his chest. I rest my head on his shoulder, letting his body heat seep into my shaky muscles. My fingers dance over his scar as the feeling of Sensei buried deep into me fills my head.

"I don't see why you can't fuck me now."

"Patience, little one," he orders, words coated in sleep.

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#naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden oneshot #naruto shippuden x reader #jiraiya oneshot #jiraiya x reader #jiraiya #jiraiya smut #naruto shippuden smut

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kentocalls · 9 days

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jiraiya | breadcrumbs nsfw. it’s a situationship but the good kind, i wanted to thank @actuallysaiyan for writing all those prompts. also the gif 🥵

he groans, crosses out the line that’s lived for only three seconds, the words dancing around his eyes, mocking him. he’s the renown author of the Icha Icha series. he can write, move his audience with his captivating comedy and well timed eruptions of emotions. but this, this piece of work is draining everything from him.

his cup is empty, his snacks gone. tense and frustrated he snaps his pen across the room. he could find something, someone to help take his mind off of it all. except he’s causes enough of a racket, his mission isn’t an easy one and he’s not exactly kept low key about his presence. it’s going to mean more paperwork and an earful from superiors and writing was supposed to help. the editor would be less person to yell at him. alas. the night is not in his favor.

the village is silent, most folks already asleep. he can hear cats fighting if he really tried but even then, his stares at the blank wall ahead. a flash of the prettiest lips fills his mind and he aches.

his mind trails after the confident, youthful, smart shinobi who had his knees gracing the ground with a simple ask. he doesn't know how it started, doesn't care where it goes, wants more. maybe there's enough clues if he looks for them, maybe his favorite has graced him with kindness and left a morsel.

enough is enough, he’s leaving tomorrow. the change of pace necessary, he has to keep moving. because who he’s seeking isn’t here and the mission is at a dead end too. t

he wind offers another pause from his thoughts, tempation, cool against his skin gentle, inviting. he closes his eyes, takes half a second to let his body relax, half a second to imagine it’s not the wind’s gentle caress but wait! he didn’t open the window, he wouldn’t this late and—

there’s your scent and something medicinal permeating the room.

you’ve always been fast. confidnet. slipping into unsavory places with ease.

making the most excellent shinobi and his worst habit.

by the time he’s done looking at the window your seated on his desk, writing pad in arms as your eyes trace over the latest pagse written. you’ve always loved spoilers, itching to know what happens before everyone else.

it makes him feel smug, after all these are fresh words, something exclusive only he can offer. gods, he’s missed your face, notes swollen lips and tired eyes, ignores the scratches near your chin. what you both do is dangerous, tedious, necessary. he won't ask because you can't tell. still the thought, did you rush over immedidately after a succes?

eyes rake your beautiful form spilling over his work desk.

your uniform has seen better days but he’s so so so pleased to see exposed skin. your legs look so smooth, nevermind new scratches and old scares greeting him.

he’s staring, gawking like an inexperienced brat, it would be embarrassing, you’d tease him endlessly for it, however, you’re so engrossed in his writing. swaying your legs softly, they dangle freely off the desk, and yet managing to cage him in. his palms reach up, kisses at a small cut on your knee, large palms soothing, fondling, massaging your thighs. itching to admire.

you’re here.

skin is hot, face is a bit flushed though you’re hiding it behind a stoic expression, eyes stealing more and more words. it’s not that long of a chapter, he sighs and pulls you closer, face nuzzling into your stomach, you can feel his kisses through your uniform. needy.

he’s usually wordy, jokey, loud. leaves no space for the outside world when it’s just you two, but right now he’s being such a good boy. you wonder how long it’ll last, the fact he’s being gentle and slow with his movements is trippy. especially when you know how tough he is, have seen him snap men in half so casually. flaunts his reputation, his height, his fame like he’s breathing but right now? letting you read unreleased, unedited writing?

letting you sit on his precious desk, your scent will drive him mad when you’re gone in the morning. he doesn’t have to be nice, could’ve easily stopped you from slipping into his room. taken you against the wall, you wouldn’t have protested. except he didn’t, he’s being the most gracious host.

that’s the only reason one of your hands plays with his long locks, eyes pulling away from his writing pad when your fingers, inevitably, tangle. “hair’s gotten too long.”

“to match yours.” he muffles, before leaning back and looking up almost innocent. like his hands aren’t squeezing and molding and clawing at your thighs. like his mouth isn’t kissing lower and lower, as if he isn’t inhaling that sweet scent that’s evaded him for months now.

you hum, spreading your legs wider, tilting your hips a little higher, his hands know what to do, moving to the waistband of your bottoms, “why’s this one so serious?”

“if you read the other two you’d see why.” he grins, a lazy hand drawing circles from your bellybutton down to your clothed sex and your hand snaps to his wrist with such power. “i like my uniform, i need it clean.” your glare sends shivers down his spine, you’d be mean for him if he asked right?

“and where are the other two?” he doesn’t want you to move, he doesn’t want to spend time playing writer and editor. he much rather gather more field experience, engaging in physical activities has always been his forte, he’s a hands on learner afterall.

crumbles the second your hand is patting at his cheek, pulling his hair and crashing your lips to his. it’s greedy, messy, hungry. you’ve been pent up too. the missions come one after the other and you’re such a high rank, all those secrets and no where to bury them — who knows the weight of all the pain you cary better than one of the legendary sannin?

it’s why you seek him out, over and over again

he doesn’t ask for more, doesn’t push and always pulls you close.

“i wanna…” he nips at your lips, stop distracting him, moves his hands under your top and up, squeezing, groping, pulling, “need too, ah, read the other two first.”

“you’ve worked hard enough,” finally your legs wrap around his hips, he lifts you up so easily, grips the back of your neck firmly, earning a moan, oh you need him, “let me take care of you.”

laying under him, he’s extra careful peeling your clothing off, aware your previous warning still hangs true. you’d take a kunai to his arm if he dirties another uniform. in another setting, he'd like that very much. but he's barely containing his urges, forces hands to work with extra patience, despite his pressing need making itself known. makes a haste of kissing, licking, biting, bruising what can be hidden. for both your eyes only.

you’re so pretty for him.

he tries to pace himself, tries not to get caught up in spite of all his reasoning to go slow he’s a frantic mess. hands clasping with yours, using one arm to hold both your arms above your head, you comply so easily, mouth open and wanton and how the fuck is he going to do all the things he wants to do if he can’t stop kissing you?

a hand snacks down your chest, pinching, fingernails lightly scratching before reaching your core and the gasp you make; drives him insane, let him be a little mean, a little rough, the sounds he makes deepening your need further. his own hips canting against your thigh and sheets.

part of him still doesn’t believe you’re here. that you're not an illusion. that he doesn’t need to wreck his brain and imagine the sounds slipping freely from your lips, that he can take you in with all his senses. have you falling apart in all the ways he knows you adore.

“pretty pretty thing…” he’s sucking and biting on your neck, sliding another finger in and the sloshing sounds cause your cheeks to burn. you want more, hips bucking up on their own, you want so much more but he’s breaking a rule.

“no ma-marks, jiraiya, don’t—“ silencing you with a heated kis, hand frees your arms, one to squeeze at your neck; it’s just enough pressure, how you like it; brain almost turning almost mush. but he’s pulls back, grins wide with a third finger in you now. you’re so wet, sounds absolutely filthy.

“let’s ruin ourselves for anyone else, yeah?” and fuck, he can’t say shit like that when you’re like this, body clenching around him. call it lust, call it longing, call it satisfaction whatever he has you chasing is where you want to go. the softest kiss on lips and he starts to trail down, praises and naughty things whipsered into your skin.

editing his draft can wait.

that’s not why you snuck in anyways.

#not jjk #jiraiya sensei #jiraiya x reader #jiraiya smut #i hope i did the line justice #april writes #in my head reader is a badass shinobi / anbu level stuff #so permanent isn't it but you can't quit him can you?#not like he'd let you go #bad habits die hard and all that jazz #jiraiya breadcrumbs

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frelonshi · 1 year

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NSFW Alphabet ft. Jiraiya

I think I'm perpetually horny about this man. Horny men makes me horny. Gender is never specified and there's content for both pussy and dick owners. Jiraiya is mostly portrayed as a top dom. Don't hesitate to send me any character for a (n)sfw alphabet!

CW/TW are tagged at every letter if needed. There are mostly mention of oral (both reader and Jiraiya receiving), vaginal (unprotected) and anal sex, as well as masturbation. I think the most risky thing is the mention, at several points, of a fake kidnapping scene (not described though) and Jiraiya is very, very horny in general. Don't hesitate to tell me if you think I miss some!

Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

For Jiraiya, sex is only over the moment you two fall asleep, meaning that aftercare is as important for him as any part of the sex - and that he makes sure he's the greatest at this too. Jiraiya has very good stamina, meaning that after sex he can still do things and he'll be very attentive. He'll probably bring you water and a towel to clean you up, run a bath if you ask for it or give you a massage. More generally, he'll be very sweet, either ready to talk or to be used as a pillow because orgasms (always plural with him) made you sleepy. He'll murmur you sweet praises, about how good you were, about how lucky he is to have you in his bed and in his life. I think it's one of the moments where you discover the most his sweet, vulnerable side and when he is the most honest about his feelings for you.

Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

This man, being the biggest simp, loves all of your body but let's face it: your sex, your ass, your thighs and your chest are his favourite parts. He'll look and kiss every bit of your body when you're naked, but this guy will spend extra time marking your ass and thighs and watch them jiggle; I think he'd actually play with your thighs and ass even out of sexual moments, like you'd be reading a book on your stomach and he'll just poke at your ass with a childish smile. Same goes for your boobs if you have, for the same reasons: the jiggle and the marking. I honestly think he'd use them as stress relief, just fondling them brings him peace. Speaking of stress relief: this man eats you out/sucks you off as a way of relaxing. Whether it's active or sex-warming, he just wants to taste and smell you.

As for him, I think he likes his chest and stomach. It's a mix of muscle and fat, perfect to look intimidating, fitting for any daddy roleplay and he loves how much time you spend on them, whether it's during sex or naps.

Cum (Anything to do with cum) (unprotected sex)

His cum is thick and he cums a lot. He loves to cum on and in you. The visual of seeing your mouth or your holes leaking is just heaven for him. He'll probably masturbate and ask to cum on you, certainly on your ass or your chest.

Dirty Secret (dubcon)

It's pretty hard to find a dirty secret, because this man literally writes about whatever lewd thing comes into his mind; so, lots of dirty, not many secrets. Hm, maybe he'd get embarassed if you knew he jerked off with your panties; but at the same time, if he wanted to keep it secret, he wouldn't put back the panty, full of cum, back into your closet.

Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He has a whole lot of experience. He's a busy man, between his network work and his book writing, but he also knows that relaxing is very important. He spent decades on the road and slept with prostitutes or have one-night stands whenever he entered a new town, sometimes every night of his stay. He has plenty of funny stories to tell, between jealous spouses and confusing twins. He knows perfectly what he's doing, he's very attentive to your reactions, so he catches very quickly what works the best for you.

Favorite Position

Doggy style, a classic, but every classic has its reasons to be. It can allow him to take you with a brutal pace, pinning your head against the pillow, or slowing hitting your spot while kissing your back. He loves how he can leaves marks around your hips - he has a very strong grip.

Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.) (mention of cnc)

It'll really depend on what kind of sex you're having. If you're doing an act, like a kidnapping scene, or a roleplay, he'll really get into the character - which is a very intense experience. But if you're having more casual sex, just a moment of intimacy between you two, he'll quip some jokes. But it depends on his mood. If you've been separated or if he learnt bad news, he'll tend to get more silent, more serious; but if it's been a happy day, if he's in good mood, he'll cheer a lot. He's mostly serious, though, focused on making both of you feel good.

Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Hairy as hell. Take a look at his hair; it's like that everywhere: chest, armpits, arms, legs, pubis. Everything is hairy, thick. You'll probably end up with some hair on your tongue when you lick him but hell, that body is too sexy to complain about.

Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

A bit like goofy: that'll depend on the context. He's an excellent, invested actor, and if the scene turns into a ruthless bastard, he will be. But when it comes to more personal intercourses, he can and will be very romantic and cheesy. This man writes books, about sex and love, and will try to recreate as many scenes as possible - yep, especially that one with rose petals and candlelight, you can't get out. Scenery aside, if he's in a good mood he'll tend to get vocal, to tell you what he loves about you and in general how much you mean to him. If he's in a bad mood, he'll make sure his gesture, his touch makes you understand so.

Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Truthfully, if he could just live in a bedroom and have sex from dawn to dusk, he would. His sex drive, his libido is endless. I believe very few can fully satisfy him - and I don't think he expects any partner to actually have a sex drive that high. Which means that even if you two have regular sex, he still masturbates a lot. When you're not with him (and if he has the opportunity because ninja life is full of surprises), he'd masturbate four, five times a day. Anything can make him horny; just the thought of you naked is enough (and imagine when he catches a glimpse of you naked when you exit the bathroom!). He's pretty basic in his masturbation most of the time, only touching his dick. As I said before, he likes having clothes of you, especially a panty, to either smell or jack off in.

Sometimes, he'll jack off next to you. He'd ask you to open your leg, so he can place his head right next to your sex, comforted by the position, the warmth and the smell and jack off right there.

Kink (one or more of their kinks) (mention of roleplay of teacher/student, omegaverse

Is there even a kink he doesn't have. I'm going to focus on three I hadn't had time to develop:

He loves roleplaying and he's open to pretty much any scenario. Teacher/student? Yes, he also thinks he needs to be punished. Royalty/Gods? He also thinks you deserve to be worshipped. Some darker scenarios like kidnapping interest him too. I also think he likes to roleplay the characters of his novels (by the way, yes, you're a muse when it comes to his novel). I firmly believe he wrote something similar to omegaverse and will definitely act as an alpha or let you act as an omega; or roles reversed. He'll totally take some days where one of you pretends to have ruts or heats and well, you two need to take care of it.

Sensory deprivation, especially on him. He loves the idea of being tied up, blinded, maybe deafened, and you touching his body. It enhances all his sensations and makes me shiver and moan like crazy. In general, he's not that quick to ejaculate, but when you touch his body like that, he's really quick to come.

Underwears. We already established he loved smelling and jacking into your underwear. But there's another thing that gets him going: you wearing his underwear, preferably already used. He just loves the idea of your two smells mixing, of two very intimate things being close.

Location (Favorite places to do the do) (public sex)

The bed is a good place to have sex in it but he has so many ideas. Remember, this guy wakes up and spends his day horny; and the mere idea of fucking you in very mundane place sends him over the edge. You're cooking? He'll pin you against the counter. You're brushing your teeth? Bending over the lavabo. You're working on some paper? Nope, you're sitting on the table now and he's between your legs. He'll fuck you outside of course - and when I say outside, I mean on the streets. Not main avenue, but you'll definitely find yourself with your face against a concrete wall and your pants around your ankle, with fresh air brushing your sex. He also likes to fuck you when you're both taking a bath, just a pure moment of intimacy and relaxation.

Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

See Kink part: the real question is what doesn't turn him on?

Okay, more seriously. He likes you in your everyday clothes, but knowing you made yourself extra pretty with lingerie? That's the quickest way to send him on cloud nine. He also loves when you act all innocent but you're actually showing off your cleavage, outlining the line of your hard dick or jiggling your ass before him. You know the cliché scene when a character drops something and the skirt is short enough to show the panty? That. Oh! And it's even better if you don't have any underwear, actually. It means you want to get fucked and Jiraiya is more than happy to oblige.

No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) (mention of cnc kidnapping)

Few things are hard limits for him, and I think "true" cnc is that for him. He's fine, enjoys, scenes where he's the "bad guy", like, for example, kidnapping you, but it needs to be the kind of scenario where the victim secretly wants it/enjoys it quickly. Even if he knows it's fake, you screaming "no" or that kind of thing really makes him feel bad.

Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He eats you/sucks you like you're a meal - and he's going to eat at least three times a day. He's very skilled at this, knows exactly where to put his tongue and how to relax his throat. Whatever your length, he'll swallow you in a go. He loves making eye contact, watching your face dissolves into pleasure. He loves when you mount him, loves when he feels like his only use is to give you pleasure. I'd say he has two modes. Either he eats/sucks you slowly, sloppily, almost as if he only wanted to have something in his mouth, a bit like an everyday activity while you (try to) do something else; and when he puts his whole mind and body into it and you can only shake under (or above) him. This man isn't scared either to eat your ass out, it's really desert after main course.

He's, at his core, a simple man: you on all four, sucking him off is more than enough to make him pant and groan. If you're not skilled yet, he'll be more than happy to teach you how to do it. He can't stay still, though. He'll trust into you, pull your head, your head. He loves seeing you choke on his dick and even more seeing cum overflow from your mouth. He'd probably cum on your face or chest, too, because you're truly an art vision covered in cum. If you want to send this man to paradise, spend extra time on his heavy balls.

Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You know the line: it'll depend on the mood. He's as much capable of setting a brutal pace, one that'll leave you shaking on the floor than making tender, slow (almost agonizing slow) love to you.

Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

This man can't live off quickies, he needs to also have longer moments with you. That being said, quickies are so hot to him. Not having even the time to undress, being in some public space (probably not at home), just the chase of both your relief… yes. There's something so casual, so intent relief, that really pleases him. There's the excitement at the idea that even knowing he's so big, you'd do little to no preparation to take him because you need him that bad. He'd be the one proposing them often, I think. He prefers nothing over your warmth.

Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Very willing to experiment with any kink, even ones he didn't like before, because sometimes it's more about being on the same line than the thing itself? He's also ready to take risks, like doing it in public, that sort of thing but I think there's one risk he is absolutely no game to take: it's your health. If he thinks something will do more bad than right, can really harm you more than a few scratches and bruises, he won't do it. Same goes for himself: he enjoys being a bit roughed up, but no real pain.

Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can go on forever, for real. First of all, he won't stop until you're at least satisfied, and he'll go for as many rounds as needed. If he still isn't satisfied and you're not in the mood anymore/already sleepy, he'll go for some personal rounds. He's the kind of guy who can spend a whole weekend just having sex with you - hence the rut/heat roleplay that he can pull.

Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) (unprotected sex)

Of course he owns toys, and it's a very large collection. He has dildos of every size, and some of weird shapes, that he's willing to use on you or himself. He has things to stimulate the clitoris and also straps. I think his favourites are the Ben Wa balls (I hope it's the good name) and will torture you with it a lot. And plugs! He has tons of plugs. He'll make you wear some. He loves when you plug yourself up after he filled you up, or when you bend over with a plug in your hole, meaning that you can take him right now. He'd own also plugs with tails (I realized I didn't have time to really mention or explore pet play with Jiraiya, but this man is definitely a pet owner), and lots of clamps for your pretty nipples.

Unfair (How much they like to tease)

The real problem with teasing is that he'll cave before you do, most of the time. He likes to tease you, make you catch a glimpse at his body, or touch your inner thighs, but he'll generally be the one stopping the teasing because he can't resist the urge to fuck you.

Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

It depends if he's the dom or the sub. As a dom, he'll be relatively quiet I believe, focused on you, on making you feel good. He will let out grunts and groans, sighs and little growls, but it'll be relatively quiet. When he's subbing, when you're on him or behind him, he'll be louder, lost between panting, aaahh-ing and pleading for more, or telling you how good you taste.

Wild Card (Random headcanon)

I think he struggles with threesomes. Before meeting you, when it was just for a night (or a few nights), he was more than willing to spend the night with several people. But when it comes to the two of you, he struggles. He both doesn't really like someone else touching you, but he frankly doesn't like touching someone that isn't you. I think it just blocks him. He knows it's not cheating, but it feels a bit too much like it for him, and he can't do it. Orgy, however, doesn't feel the same for some reason. It feels less personal: you don't know and don't have to know the people that bring you pleasure, and it's more mindless fun for him. I think he also loves the idea of you watching over him while he's getting used to please others - but in the end, you're the only one that matters to him and you're only watching him, so that's not the same.

X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

He's massive. Like "'it won't fit' is your first reaction" massive. He knows he is, but he also loves to know he can fill you, make you so full of him. Loves to know that when you take him, there's no way you can be thinking about something else than his dick. He's long, around 23 cm/9 inches and you can barely wrap his dick with your hand.

Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Probably higher than you, as I said. He can do it several times a day, every day of the week of every month.

ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He feels relaxed after coming, but not especially sleepy. Plus, he won't sleep if you fuck during the day. But if you have sex at night, he'll sleep after he's sure you've been taken care of, that you're ready to sleep.

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