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cursingtoji · 9 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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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 · 6 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 · 7 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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derangederensimp · 2 years

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟚

Using prompts from @the-purity-pen & @buckyownsmylife

These fics will more than likely be more straight to the point with a set word count since there’s so many.

Masterlist of all my fics

Thigh Riding & 69: Mahito PART TWO

Face Sitting: Zeke Jaeger

Mask Kink & Mating Press: Choso

Masturbation: Toji Fushiguro

Daddy Kink & Breeding: Geto Suguru

Cockwarming & Morning Sex: Itachi Uchiha

Cuckholding/Group Sex: Husband Toji, y/n, Geto and Gojo

Praising: Levi Ackerman

Double Penetration: Y/n Eren Jaeger & Jean Kirstein

Orgasm Control: Levi Ackerman

Erotic Photos: Kakashi Hatake

Hate/Angry Sex & Exhibitionism: Naoya Zen’in

Overstimulation: Armin Arlert

Shower Sex/Bath Sex: Jiraiya

Licking: Deidara

Lingerie: Gojo Satoru

Unprotected Sex & Nipple play: Eren Jaeger

Mirror Sex: Hange Zoe

Spitting & Rough Sex : Aki Hayakawa

Love bites/Marks: Noritoshi Kamo

Tender Sex: Kyojuro Rengoku

Orgasm Denial: Portgas D. Ace

Bondage: Toji Fushiguro

Accidental Stimulation: Choso

Semi Public Sex: Kakashi Hatake

Sensory Deprivation: Madara Uchiha

Body Worship: Roy Mustang

Phone Sex: Nanami Kento

Food Play: L (Death note)

Sex Pollen: Akaza

Free Space: Geto Suguru

Comment below If you want to be tagged in all fics when posted! Hope you all enjoyed 🫶🏼

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aaizawashouta · 9 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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moonsickcafe · 2 years

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The Jiraiya posting on my dash got to me and I was catapulted back into my Naruto crushes. Jiraiya I’m love you….

Features: smut, shy!reader, crying bc the dick’s so good.

You tug at his pony tail, choppy tufts of silver hair tangling between your fingers.

Jiraiya’s nose slides up your ear until his wet mouth is tonguing up your lobe.

His breath is damp. His voice jostled and unsteady.

“What’s all that about?”

You tug again, harsh. You’re so close. If he would just force you down a bit deeper, the tenuous high would tumble and you’d be cumming.

The lathing of your ear morphs to a toothy bite, matching your tug. Moaning, your pussy constricts further and you’re so, so close. He has to know. He always knows. He’s the author of all the best orgasms you’ve ever had.

“Jiraiya…”

His big hands are spread over your ass and thighs, squeezing your soft flesh with each thrust up. The length of your body is stretched to capacity in order to reach the back of his head, for your face to be near his, even with him hunkered over you.

“Say it out loud,” he says, almost tender. “Tell me what happens next.”

Your legs tremble uselessly against his slick sides, your feet aimless on the floor. The tingling in your chest blooms. Tears collect in the corner of your eyes. It’s so hard to tell him. You tongue knots over saying such dirty things, hesitance expounded by the lewd slap of your bodies.

“I-I want to cum,” you admit and Jiraiya groans.

“Yeah, yeah you do. And how? How are you cumming,” he says, the pistoning of his cock falling off-kilter to the rhythm he’d built.

You claw him down closer by the snag of hair in your hands and pant uselessly in his face. The red lines that cut under his eyes and down his cheeks, blur through your glazed eyes.

“By…by your cock! Please,” you sob. “Please, force me…deeper on you-r cock.”

Jiraiya slows, re-arranging to accommodate. With the curve of his back a ‘c’, his knees raised, legs wide, feet flat, and hands gripping your hips, he kisses you deeply.

Appreciative.

“You’re speaking a pervy old man’s dreams, honey.”

That first drag down straightens your spine and more tears slip down your chin.

You are so full of his cock, so tightly wrapped around him, that you feel the pulsating begin at his base.

By the second time he bottoms out, his hot semen is spilling into you and you’re mouthing at his chin as you cum. His entire cock is jerking, emptying itself.

Jiraiya keeps his tongue in your lolling mouth until your twitching limbs subside to stillness, until you’re able to kiss back. Until you pull away.

Skin overheated, you try wiggling away entirely, but Jiraiya’s hands are molded to your sweaty hips.

“It was still embarrassing,” you say. “I can’t get used to it.”

Jiraiya falls to his back with an ‘oof’. You shiver when his soft cock slides out, your thighs still spread over his waist.

“We’ll try role playing. Way easier getting out of your head with that.”

You give a ‘hm’, still unconvinced and rub his chest, the scratchy silver hair tickling your palm.

“That’s embarrassing too!”

He’s reached behind you, fingers toying with the entrance of your pussy, coaxing his seed on your lips like lubricant.

“Mm, but you like it, yeah?”

The mumbling reply you give emboldens him. He laughs. And the vibrations, the deepening crooked fingers elicit a fleeting little moan from you.

You can’t deny you’re a bit perverted too.

#literally the amount of jiraiya thirst i saw this morning got me to make this multi fandom blog and wrote this in a haze of lust #tfw my naruto crushes come raging back FULL FORCE #naruto shippuden #jiraiya #jiraiya x reader #jiraiya smut #mademoonsick

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13as07 · 2 months

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Patience #3.5

(Jiraiya Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to Ibuo]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 6,231

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Part 3 from Jiraiya's POV

Sorry it’s so long but not really cause I love writing his prospective

Nicknames/Name Calling: Little One, Sensei, Sweet Girl, Princess, Sweetheart, Obedient Girl, Sir, Sex Addict

Exhibitionism (public sex)

Age Gap/Power Indifference (teacher/student)

Creampie

Spanking

Little rougher domination

Improper use of a hairbrush (Yes, in that way. Still not sorry)

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The whimpers my kunoichi spills out only make the next few days seem even more looming. It's been driving me crazy, knowing I can't treat her like I have been. No random quickies everywhere all the time, no cuddling up in public or drowning her in affection. We're back home now, I have to be at least somewhat professional.

Plus, there's the small hovering doom of talking to Tsunade. I can only imagine the lecture and string of profanity she'll use once I tell her I did - and have been - sleeping with my student. Not to mention the black eye I'm sure I'll get since my old squad mate has a habit of responding with her fists before her words.

Once she does calm down, Tsunade will probably tell me I'm playing with fire, that I'm ruining my kunoichi's future, that I'm injuring my reputation, that I've managed to reach a whole new level of perverted. But it's so worth it.

If I have to I'll give up the shinobi life, I'll retire, I'll focus on writing my books, and my kunoichi can continue living her life like the badass little ninja she is. Or we can both quit and buy a nice little cottage on the outskirts of town with a private hot spring.

My mouth clicks shut, cutting off my Princess's praises long enough to get my thoughts straight before I start them up again. That's a long-term idea. A long-term idea that has no room in our blooming relationship. I haven't even taken the girl on a proper date and I'm already planning my retirement with her. We've been doing stuff so backward it has my thoughts in knots.

"Little One?" I call, dipping my head down long enough to get the words out. I tip my head back up, taking in the sight of my student. She looks so hot, back arched with her pants around her knees as I have her pressed up against the tree. Her hands seem small under mine, another reminder of our size difference. I think my Princess is making me form a size kink.

"Sensei?" She whispers back, glancing at me for a millisecond before they're back in place. My Sweet Girl is focused on the entrance of our home village, the closeness both exciting and terrifying her. It's cute, seeing my student wrestle with herself over how wrong but good the situation feels.

I press kisses behind her ear, matching them to the thrusts I make into her pussy. Every bottom-out I do gets rewarded with a gentle kiss, pulling more pretty noises from my Sweetheart. "We..." I start, my climax coming quicker than I want it to.

I'm worn out already today, courtesy of me stopping and pushing my Sweet Girl against a tree every thirty minutes or so. I keep trying to convince myself it's to get it out of her system, but I'm pretty sure we both know it's to get it out of mine. "We can't..." I try again, stopping when my dick twitches.

My Little One bucks her hips backward, pushing me over the edge way before I'd like. I want to enjoy our last bout of freedom, I want to stay in this moment until I have her skin memories and damn it, I want to last longer than two minutes. "We can't what?" She whispers as if the trees outside the village will voice our sins.

"We can't..." I try again, shoving myself back into my pretty Sweetheart, soaking in the feeling of her wrapped around me, the feeling of her pussy leaking down my balls, the feeling of her, as I fill her cunt again today. Marking my territory in my new favorite way. "Be all over each other," I finally manage to get out, my mind a bit clearer now that I've finished.

"Why not?" My Sweetheart whimpers as I pull out of her.

My Sweet Girl looks beautiful like this. Her legs are spread wide, giving me the best possible view of her pussy. It's pinker than normal, from my overuse of it today. She's gapping, desperately clenching from the new emptiness as I spill out of her, coating her gorgeous thighs in the thick white of my cum. I swear I could spend a whole chapter explaining this view alone, maybe I will.

"It's unprofessional, Sweet Girl," I softly explain, giving into my want and bending forward to scoop myself off her skin. She looks nice coated in my semen but it looks so much better in her. "Besides, I need to talk to Tsunade about... this," I add, thrusting my fingers into her. My Sweetheart might look gorgeous gapping for me but it doesn't mean I like leaving her needy.

She whines as my fingertips toy with her, disappointment in her face. At least this time I know it's from my words and not my seeming inability to keep up with her sex drive. "You're fine, Sweet Girl," I mutter, kissing her shoulder in a failed attempt to muffle my laughter. I love the mess of whines and whimpers my student becomes when she doesn't get her way, and almost every time I can't help but laugh with joy at the sight.

The moment doesn’t last though, the weight of today setting in. God, I'm too attached, way too quickly. The thought of my Little One sleeping alone in her apartment makes my chest ache. She should be sleeping with me, in my house, in my bed. I should be able to roll over and hold her in the middle of the night like I've done for the past few weeks.

The thought is upsetting, it makes me anxious. My hands jump forward to cover her up again. I don't need someone to see my student with her pants down, literally. My attention quickly shifts to repeatedly squeezing her hips to counteract the anxiety weighing on me. My anxiety only seems to grow as I heard her towards the village entrance.

When that doesn't help my anxiety either, I change pace to feeling her skin against mine again. My hands grasp at her, my lips just as hopeless as I brush new kisses into her neck, desperate to press the feeling of her skin into my mind.

"Sensei?" She giggles, starting to silence my anxiety. "You're pretty all over me for it being 'unprofessional'."

"Hush Princess," I whisper, shifting my attention away from her. I scan the entrance, my fingertips dancing over her skin, helping more of my anxiety seep away.

I hate the thought of being away from her. What if something happens and I'm not there to help? When we're on a mission we spend twenty-four-seven together. That's not going to happen now that we're home.

My head dips down, placing another marking on her skin in our last few seconds of true alone time. I cup her pussy too, tapping my fingers against my Sweetheart before I tug away. My temporary goodbye to our very active sex life.

I feel like a schoolboy once again. The anxious attachment young boys experience with their first girlfriends. So distressed, so upset at the thought of being apart from my Sweet Girl. Maybe some time apart won't be too bad, as long as she's safe.

The thought of this being a healthy space makes me feel better and makes it easier to let go of my grasp on her and pull away.

"Sensei? Are you going to ignore me again?" My student asks, distraught covering her face as I pull away. My Sweetheart doesn't like me pulling away, which is evident from her wrapping around my arm. She looks small, wrapped around me like this. She looks even smaller when she squirms from my fingertips brushing over her pussy. I'm definitely developing a size kink.

The distraught she's feeling quickly gets replaced. My kunoichi's mischievous glint fills her eyes as a pout forms on her face, promising a bratty tantrum to follow. "What if I get needy? Then who am I supposed to do?"

I take it back, I don't feel like a schoolboy. I feel pissed off like I'm ready to throw down with any man that dears to glance at her. It's the same anger I had at dinner with Riku, jealousy that I can’t seem to control.

Before I can stop myself, I tug my arm away from her, jumping forward to grip her face. This is another new thing between us. Since my Princess doesn't like my hand around her throat, I've started gripping her face to keep her attention on me.

I snap her head upward, forcing her eye contact with me as I glare down at her. "Don't you dare," I husk out, soaking in the way my Sweetheart's eyes soften. They're round and glazed over, tempting me to break my temporary hardness. "Go ahead, try your little act. See how far that gets you," I continue before dipping my head down, making sure the next sentence stays between the two of us instead of the villagers eavesdropping on the street. "See how empty everyone else makes you feel compared to your Sensei."

My Little One's hands snack up my arm, her fingers clinging to my wrist as her breath picks up. I enjoy the view, the way she seems so eager for me as I pull away from her face. It's cute, her eyes, how easily I got her roaring again, how she tries to pull my hold off her even though she knows it is useless.

"I'm just kidding, Sensei," she whimpers, a whine bubbling in her throat. My student flutters her eyes down, focusing on my fingers clinging to her cheeks.

That only pisses me off more, making me shift her head again. "Joke like that again and I'll beat your ass back into obedience, you understand me?" I mutter, watching for her reaction.

My Sweetheart's thighs rub together, only encouraging my roughness. Her eyes are drowning in lust, tongue almost hanging out of her mouth in a pant. "Yes, Sensei," My Princess says softly, quickly making my dick hard again. I need to talk to Tsunade.

"That's my Sweetheart. Be an Obedient Girl," I praise, debating on kissing her or not as a reward. There are a lot of people out and about though, and I really should bring Tsunade into the loop before I'm public about my relationship, or lack thereof. I need to take my kunoichi on a date.

"Yes, Sensei," she repeats, satisfying me. I rub her cheeks for a second before letting her go.

Date ideas swirl around my head as I continue walking. I shouldn't take her out to eat, we already do that all the time, so it wouldn't be any different. Well, if I take her somewhere fancy but I should probably put a little more effort into it.

My Sweet Girl's hands collide with my back, balling up my shirt once I'm in her grasp. "Sensei, where are we going?" Her sweet voice rings out, silencing my thoughts for a second.

"We have to report to Tsunade, Little One," I answer, slowly my paces so the chance of her tripping goes down.

Her fingers tap against my back, tapping out some melody as she trails after me. "That's boring. Are you going to talk to her while we're there? About us?" She asks, making my anxiety claw back into my chest.

"No," I answer quickly, my prediction of Tsunade reaction rolling around my head. I don't need my student seeing Tsunade hand me my ass.

My Little One clings to my shirt, the material balled in her hands again. "Why not?" She's upset, actually upset and not her whiney 'I'm needy, fuck me' upset. It makes my heart ache. I don't want to disappoint my Sweetheart.

"You don't need to be present during that conversation, Sweet Girl," I answer a laugh following my words. I can only imagine her face while I'm getting my shit rocked. "Don't worry your pretty little mind, I'll talk to her soon, have some patience," I coo, trying to ease over her emotions.

"Promise?" My Little One asks, her voice softly as she clings to my shirt harder.

"Promise."

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My heart seems loud in my ears as I search the hallways for my student. Today's anxiety is a mixture of the speech I've been practicing to confess my situation to Tsunade and because I can't find my Sweetheart.

I left her for ten minutes, only ten minutes, long enough to talk to the Head Anbu. Long enough to fill him in on the new information on the Akatsuki. Ten minutes and she's gone. On the plus note, she can't be in too much trouble. After all the Hokage palace is the most secure place in the village. My Little One can't be getting into much mischief... I think.

I roll over my speech, rehearsing it again so that when I finally talk to Tsunade I have it down. Tsunade who already seems suspicious. Tsunade who seems to have noticed every whine, whimper, and grasp my kunoichi has tried in the past week. Tsunade who asked why my student spends so much time at my house.

Tsunade who I've avoided talking to because she's terrifying. I know I've been putting off our conversation. I know it's disappointing my Sweetheart. I know my Sweet Girl is getting upset from the lack of me, from the lack of sex, the lack of my time and attention, and from the lack of us having a proper relationship. From me sucking at relationships and putting off asking her on a proper date. I need to stop putting stuff off.

"Oh my God. You thought... oh my," my Princess's voice rings out, distress evident in her voice.

My body jerks, panic washing over me at the sound. My pace picks up, scanning the hallways and rooms for her. What situation could she possibly be in? Why couldn’t she just obey me and stay put?

"No!" Someone barks, making me stress even more. "Well not at first but when you said you were training under Jiraiya I just... I wanted to be sure you weren't..." The voice continues, making it easier to figure out where the possible threat to my kunoichi is.

I scurry forward, turning down the hallway I'm pretty sure the voices are coming from. I was right, which is good, but so bad.

Genma, one of Tsunade's guards, is hovering over my kunoichi. My Little One that has her hand down his pants. My Sweet Girl who told me when we got home that if I ignored her, she'd find her wants somewhere else. My student who's looking up at Genma with those big beautiful 'fuck me' eyes that should be looking up at me. My Sweetheart that's enveloped in Genma's frame that doesn't make her seem as small as she seems under me. My Princess and Genma who are making my blood boil.

"I'm not a pervert," Genma continues, pissing me off even more. How can he say that? He has her caged, has her stuck under him, has someone young enough to be his student pressed up against the wall as he humps my Sweetheart like some street mutt.

I know it's hypocritical of me. I've spent the past month sleeping with my Little One, I'm older than both of them, I am known for being a pervert. But she's my student, my kunoichi, my Sweetheart, which means I have dibs. Dibs that I fully use, constantly.

"Could convince me otherwise," I huff, my voice coming out louder than I meant. I can feel my anger seeping off of me, I can feel the heat of it on my face and crawling across my chest.

Despite that, my Little One doesn't seem to notice. "Hi, Sensei!" She calls, shifting out from under Genma's arms, her hand still buried down his pants, which only pisses me off more. "How was your meeting?" She continues, her soft sweetness soaking through the heavy situation.

That upsets me even more. My Sweet Girl is so happy to have my attention, so happy to see me, all because of my lack of affection towards her. I storm down the hallway, Genma getting paler the closer I get and my student getting happier.

Genma jerks away from my student, bowing once I get closer. "Jiraya, Sannin, sir," he shrieks towards the ground. He's as nervous as I'm pissed. It's would funny if I didn't have the image of my kunoichi clinging to him burned into my head.

"Genma," I call back, focus set on my bubbly student. She's all smiles with her usual mischievousness in her eyes. She's happy I caught her. It almost hurts, knowing even though I'm angry my Sweetheart is joyful to have my attention. "My student is too young for you." That's a lie, Genma is a more fitting age gap than her and me, but I'm choosing to ignore that.

"She's only... ten years younger... sir." The sentence snaps my anger back into place, completely counteracting the soothing my student unknowingly started.

My Princess shifts, mirroring me as she shows off her smile. "That's not so bad, Sensei. After all, you're thirty years older than me," she points out, as cocky as ever.

I crouch down, locking eyes with her before I start speaking. "Ya, well, I don't have you pinned to the Hokage Palace wall, rubbing my boner against you."

Somehow her smile grows even more. Her curved mouth opens, a promise to throw a comment about us into the open. I jerk forward, wrapping my hand around my Sweetheart's mouth to cut her off. "You're being a disgraceful shinobi," I hiss out, deepening my glare.

Genma moves, pulling himself out of his bow. "Sannin, sir?"

"Get out of my presence," I hiss, burning my student's cocky face into my mind. She looks cute and inspirational. Maybe I'll put this scene in my new book too.

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir," Genma mumbles before darting away, leaving me alone with my cocky attention hungry student.

My Sweetheart jerks away from me, mouth running as soon as she's free from my grasp. "You know good and well you'd be thrilled to be humping me against the wall too. Or maybe not, since you seem to not be into me anymore."

She's right, about the first part. I'd give anything for a few uninterrupted minutes with her. My skin burns from not being able to feel hers, my fingers are impatient with the yearning to feel her hair running through them, and my balls are so heavy it feels like I'll nut just from her stare.

The second half of my Little One's rant isn't correct, nowhere near it. It ticks my anger even more. Can't she tell how much I want her? Can't my Sweetheart see how desperate I am for every part of her? Hasn't she noticed how much I crave her touch? Her voice? Her eyes? Her laugh? Why can't my pretty kunoichi see how addicted I am to her? How much I adore her sass, her attitude, her personality, her very being?

"Little One," I grumble, terribly failing at hiding my anger that I know truly isn't her fault. I'm upset at the situation I put us in, at the fact I keep putting off talking to Tsunade. "If I had it my way, we'd be locked up in my house for the next week doing nothing but practicing scenarios for my new book," I confess my little fantasy to her as my hand cups her cheeks again. I cling to her face, soaking up the softness of her skin rubbing against mine.

I have thought about it a lot, reenacting scenes from my past books, and recreating situations with her so I can take them in better to be able to describe them perfectly in my next novel. I've been rolling over the plot of my next story, thinking of mirroring it to ours.

My Sweetheart will make a fantastic read, an amazing heroine. I can't help the fact that my recent writings have curved around her, that I'm set on giving her to the inked paper, all to share my small piece of heaven with others that occupy the living realm. It would be sinful not to share her with the world.

"But," I continue, shifting closer to her with the hopes it'll stop my wandering mind. "We have a very important job for our village. I cannot drop everything every time your pussy aches for attention. Stop acting like a spoiled Princess." The words seem harsh, even as I say them, but she pays no attention to them.

My Little One goes straight into her tantrum, further proving to me how little of my longing I share with her. "You haven't paid any attention to me, Jiraya! You said you'd talk to Tsunade but you haven't. It's all your fault we're not having sex, much less anything else. I can live awhile without you in me but you won't give me any undivided attention."

"Oh ya? Is that your issue Sweet Girl?" I mock, my ego completely rubbed from her whines. "Is that why you're acting out? You miss me? You miss my attention? My dick, you sex addict? You miss my little kisses and touches? You miss our dinners alone?"

My Sweetheart wraps herself around my arm again, her fingers clinging to me as those big dewy eyes of hers look up at me. It's tempting, to give away to my jealousy, ball her up under me, fuck her against the wall like Genma so desperately wanted to.

But I can't. She needs to learn there is a time and place. The Hokage palace is neither the right time nor place.

Her fingers dig into me, clinging to my wrist. "Yes," My Sweet Girl whimpers, as pouty as ever. "Like me back, Jiraiya. Pay attention to me. Like me back," the repeated sentence comes out soft, almost a cry as the words tumble from her lips.

Her last sentence rings in my ears, making me feel better about whatever this is. This isn't some fling for my student, it's something she wants. Something she craves just as much as me. "I'm sorry, Sweetheart. I know I've been busy. I'll make it up to you, I promise," I voice, loosening my fingers.

I tip my head, brushing long-awaited kisses across her face. My Princess feels nice against me, only encouraging my addiction even more.

Despite the attention, she's still huffy. "Sure you will."

"I will," I reiterate, shifting my head closer to her ear. "Because I like you back," I whisper, brushing more kisses across her. "We'll go out tomorrow, okay? A nice dinner all alone, and I'll give you all the attention you want. Just be patient, Sweet Girl." I know it's unfair of me, I know she has been patient, I know. But, events of the day are already in motion and I can't put them off. Not unless I want Tsunade on me.

My kunoichi clings to me tighter, trying to tug my hold off as she whines. "You said that earlier this week. I have been patient. We're not going to get to eat alone, we never do. Hurry up and talk to Tsunade." She gets to be a pouty mess because she's right. We can't go anywhere - much less sit down to eat - without bumping into someone who wants or needs something from me. The life of a famed shinobi and a high-selling author.

"I will. Today. I promise," I mutter, the anxiety of talking to Tsunade already sliding up my spine. I shift my gaze, soaking in the color of her eyes again to help calm myself. "But, tonight I'm going to beat your ass red since you want to be such an unobedient girl," I continue, scanning for her reaction.

From the way my Princess has been reacting recently, she likes it when I'm a little more rugged on occasion. This time isn't any different. Lust pools her eyes as her legs rub together, a tell-all sign that I've turned her on. "Why?" She peeps out, her fake innocence covering her face as she looks up at me.

I can't help but laugh at her little act, at how see-through we both know it is. I dip back down, barely letting our lips touch as I talk. "Why? Because, Little One, you went and acted like you're on the market for anyone to have. You are mine. My student, my kunoichi, mine, and apparently filling up your tight little cunt and marking you up isn't enough proof for you."

My words turn me on just as much as I'm sure they make my Princess brew. Just the thought of my cum dripping out of her pussy is enough to make my dick ache. "You are mine," I say again, watching the way her eyes light up. "Repeat it," I order, desperate to hear her agree. Desperate to know for certain that my Sweetheart does want to be mine.

"I am yours."

I am not a religious man, but I swear to whatever God I can find in the time I have left, I will thank them every day for getting to hear those three little words.

My eyes shoot down, quickly followed by my hand, as I watch my Sweetheart attempt to stimulate herself. She doesn't get to do that, she doesn't get to get off after she's spent the past few minutes teasing me, tempting me.

I grip her inner thigh, tugging her legs apart as I start my next order. "I have to run an errand for Tsunade. You, Sweetheart, are going to go home, strip, and sit on my bed with your head in my pillows and your ass in the air." The thought of my Obedient Girl actually obeying me strains my pants even more.

"You are going to wait, and wait, and wait until I am done. If you even dare to touch yourself, I will overstimulate you until you feel like you can't breathe, am I understood?" It's harsh, like I was before, but I intend to stay true to my words. If my Little One wants to prance around with Genma, she doesn't get to cum on her own. She gets to be reminded of how well I know her body, how easy it is for me to satisfy her, and how quickly I can become too much for her.

"Yes, Sensei," she mumbles, still trying to rub her thighs together. The plushness of her fills my hand, her tissue soaking through my fingers, turning me on even more. I swear this errand and my conversation with Tsunade is going to feel like an eternity.

I litter her lips in soft quick kisses, digging in my pocket for my keys. "There's my Obedient Girl. Use those patience I've taught you," I murmur, giving her my keys as I soak in the feeling of her mouth against mine.

"Yes, Sensei," She repeats a bit louder this time, making the fit Tsunade would throw if I pushed off her errand seem worth it. It's not, I have work to do, I can wait. I can wait. I can wait.

"Sweet Girl," I praise, tilting my head as the words spill out. I deepen our kiss, keeping us connected longer this time. I can't wait. "Go home and wait," I order, pulling away from her beautiful face. I can't walk away, and if she doesn't, I'm going to get one hell of a beating from Tsunade.

My Princess does as she's ordered, playing with my keys as she walks away from me. I stay put, watching the way her hips sway as she walks away. I swear this girl is going to be the death of me.

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The closer to home I get, the more my anxiety seeps out of me. I did it, I told Tsunade about my student and me. She didn’t attack me, she didn’t even yell. All she did was sit there and glare, which somehow was worse than anything else. It means that tomorrow she’s going to have one hell of a reaction. Oh well, that’s tomorrow’s issue.

My balls ache when my front door falls into view. My Sweetheart is waiting for me in there, my Sweetheart that’s about to get her pussy destroyed and her cunt filled. It’s been too long since I’ve left my load in her.

My actions are quick, anticipation fills my balls more than my semen does. It’s a blur, getting into the house and making my way to my bedroom. “Little One?” I call, swinging my bedroom door open.

A groan brews in my throat at the sight of her. She’s laid exactly how I asked her, her head buried in my pillows and her butt in the air. My Princess’s pussy is on display, her wetness glistening and walls clenching for me. “There’s my Obedient Girl,” I coo, walking across the room.

“Welcome home, Sensei. How was your errand?” She asks, knuckles white from clinging to the pillowcase. God damn, I want to shove my dick into her dripping cunt, I want to fuck her until tears coat her face, I want to fill her pussy so much that I’m leaking out of her all through tomorrow.

“It was fine,” I finally answer, eyes still locked on her pulsing cunt. “How has my bedroom been?” I ask, settling on the bed. I run my fingers through her folds, enjoying the warmth and her juices oozing from her.

“Good,” she whimpers, pussy clenching even more from my small touch.

I shift my focus, messing with her hole to see it gap even more for me. I’m a jerk about it, barely pushing my fingertips into her. My focus stays on this spot of her, ways to describe her core running through my head.

After a beat, I tug my fingers further up, focusing my teasing on her clit. “You've been very bratty, Sweetheart. I'm worried my spoiling of you is making you rotten, Princess,” I confess to her despite not actually being that worried about it. I like how bratty she is and how needy she can be. It’s nice having a partner that can keep up with my urges.

My Little One bucks backward, her pussy unsatisfied and upset with my teasing. “I’m not,” she whimpers, his desperately trying to get me to finger her pussy.

“Hush, Little One,” I mutter, smacking her pussy before completely pulling my touch away. I pay attention to how she reacts, partly for her good and partly to describe this scene in my next book. I’ve finally settled on a plot, and beating her ass is going to be the opening chapter. This is going to be the first chapter, her pussy dripping for me and aching even more from the small slap I gave it.

I stand up, off to go find something to spank her with. I could use my hands and watch the way her butt easily fits in my grasp, but if written that scene a hundred times. I need something new, something exciting for my readers.

I settle in front of my desk, shifting stuff around in search of something to use. “Sensei?” My Sweetheart calls, dividing my attention for a second. “What are you doing?” She asks as my eyes settle on my hairbrush. That could work, it could work very well actually.

“I told you, Sweetheart,” I start, heading back towards her. My student has shifted her position, head tucked down to watch me under her pressed-together knees. “I'm going to beat your ass red.”

My eyes jump between her pussy and her face, enjoying the sight of her like this. When my knees collide with the bed, I’m back to action instead of just admiring her. My hand settles in her hair, clinging to her locks as I fix her position. I know I won’t be able to beat her ass if she’s looking at me like that. “Stay like that, Sweet Girl. I don’t need the neighbors hearing you.”

I release her hair, my sights set on the arch of her back. I love how pretty my Princess’s back looks when she’s bent like this. My fingers tumble down, sliding over the bumps and valleys of her spine. I change my mind, I could spend a chapter describing the curves of her back instead of the sight of her pussy.

When I run out of valleys on her back, my attention shifts to her butt. My touches are gentle and soft, toying with her skin to prep it for the spankings it’s going to receive. Once I’m satisfied with my cooing, I focus back on the reasoning for her position. I pull the brush backward before letting it swing down, smacking the plastic of it into her behind.

“Sensei!” My kunoichi squeals, jumping forward from the blooming pain.

My eyes skirt over the blooming pink of her behind, the outline of the brush head stamped into her cheek. “Oh, you’re fine spoiled Princess,” I mutter, scanning her body language, making sure she’s not uncomfortable and that the smack wasn’t too hard. I grip her waist, tugging her back into position.

I go back to calming her skin, toying with the pink skin as I watch the way her pussy clenches from the touch, making sure I’ll be able to describe it perfectly in my rough draft tonight. When I’m satisfied with a description, I turn back to spanking her.

I coat her behind in more spankings, switching between her cheeks as I coat them with pink ovals. It’s intoxicating, the sound of the hard plastic colliding with my student’s skin, the sound of her whines and whimpers, the sight of her pussy clenching.

Her juices drip from her cunt, starting to cost her thighs. “Aw, look at that. You like this, don’t you, Sweetheart?” I tease, landing another smack as the fingers not wrapped around the brush dips into her. “Your pussy is all wet from your spankings,” I continue the mockery, sliding my touch through her pussy. “Let me take care of you, Little One,” I hum out, satisfied with the rest run, though we might have to try again if I struggle with my writing process.

I bend down, sliding my lips over her sore skin as I toy with her, ideas of how to spice up the story tumbling around my head. My eyes flicked to the abandoned brush, an idea forming in my head. I’ve heard stories of women getting off with their hairbrushes, I wonder what that would look like, how my pretty Princess would react.

“Sensei?” My Sweet Girl whines, the sound going straight to my dick. She thrusts backward again, only encouraging the growing boner in my pants.

My fingers wrap around the brush again, tugging it up before I line it to her cunt. “Princess?”

I tip the end of the handle into my Sweetheart, getting her to jump forward in response. “What are you doing?!” She yelps, head snapping down between her legs again.

My student is beautiful, with eyes that enchant me every time I see them. God, I’m addicted to this girl. “You need to learn to listen, Little One,” I start, lining the hairbrush against her again. I tip it back into her, moving slowly just in case. I don’t think it will hurt, but it’s a different plastic than a dildo so I’m still going to be careful. “I told you I wanted to practice scenarios for my new book.”

Her pussy shifts open as I press the plastic further into her. My Sweet Girl’s walls clench around it, trying to sink it further into herself. It doesn’t work though, making me a bit smug. “You’re a pervert,” she mumbles, hips rocking in need.

I give her what she wants, slowly thrusting the brush in and out of her. “I’m not a pervert. I can’t write a scene I haven’t acted out, and you, my Sweet Girl, made it very clear you don’t want me doing my research on other women. So, that leaves you.” It’s an honest observation, even from before we were screwing. It’s gotten worse since we started sleeping together, my kunoichi’s jealousy being just as bad as mine.

My eyes drop at the same time my hand does. I snake it between her legs, quick to find her neglected clit. It doesn’t take long for my Little One to come undone. “Sensei,” she whines, her pussy clinging to the brush as she coats it with her cum.

“Princess,” I call back, dipping my head down. I go straight to licking up her mess, enjoying my fix of her as I occasionally brush a kiss or two against her thighs. “This will make a wonderful chapter for my book,” I mutter, thrusting the handle of the brush into her again. I need to make her orgasm with it once more, just to be sure I can describe the situation perfectly. What an obedient student I have, one that’s perfect for my research.

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cursingtoji · 1 year

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Ngl about that nipple scratching with teeth... i thought about that A LOT so I am glad someone is voicing out my thoughts on main

IKR i can’t stop thinking about it

to spend all day with an itchy nipple is so annoying, at some point you decide to ask for some help with it and Jiraiya is more than happy to be the one to provide you some relief.

He spreads his legs and pats his lap, urging you to sit on it.

“So what are we talking about here?” he pushes your shirt up helping you remove it to free your tits.

“I think it was a mosquito bite or something” you look down at your right breast, Jiraya quickly cups it, his big rough hand already contrasting with your soft skin, he rubs his thumb on your nipple without any pressure, the light friction makes you wanna scratch it even more.

“Jiraiya—“ you whine, moving your back away but his other hand holds you by your waist.

“You’re quite sensitive today, aren’t ya?” he flicks your nipple and you squirm on his lap.

“That’s not what I asked for” you whine again, hand wrapping around his wrist.

“So spoiled” he leans and bites your lobe, “Lemme have some fun first” rough fingers pinch your nipple and you moan, your tiny hand trying to get in between his to scratch it yourself but he slaps it away. His nails are short, yet he tries rub them on you, “Better?”

“Mhm” you sigh in relief, holding his bicep, “But it’s not enough.”

“Mm” he kisses you jaw moving down your neck until his lips are right above where you need him the most.

Jiraya presses his tongue starting on your areola, wetting the whole area with his saliva then getting away just enough to blow on it.

“Fuck” he does it a few times, your nipple so sensitive by now that the light stimulation makes you feel a pool starting to form between your legs. When Jiraiya finally wraps his warm lips on your cold bud you can’t help yourself from rubbing your core on his crotch, he clearly was very glad to help.

You moan his name, hands moving to tug his hair when he starts to use his teeth on that exactly itchy spot. The orgasmic sensation makes your core burn as you dry hump him. His hand on your ass encourages you as the other folds your other breast cause he doesn’t want it to feel lonely. Your back arches, pushing your breast even more against his face.

“Seems like there’s another place you need scratched, darling” he cups your core through your shorts, “Right here? Yeah?” his middle and index finger run on your slit, making your forget why you came to him in the first place until he bites your nipple more roughly this time, “What kind of boyfriend I would be if didn’t help you with that as well…”

#— mailbox 💌#here i am itching my own nipple as i write that #naruto x reader #jiraiya x reader #jiraiya smut #jiraiya x you

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azurelyy · 2 years

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Congrats on 100 followers! You deserve it and so much more!

I'd like to request number 16 for the smutty prompts with Jiraiya and fem! Reader. ;)

Ahhhhhhhhh, hi Bacon! I am sorry this took me forever and a day. Work is getting crazy again and I honestly didn't expect to get so many requests!

If it helps, this is like... ridiculously long??? And I am so sorry lol.

Words: 4.1k

🍋 Prompt: "I need you... Do you feel how I need you?"

Warnings: NSFW, age gap, cookie monster!Jiraiya, orgasm denial, bondage, light BDSM, brat/daddy, 'Daddy' kink, loss of control, over-over-over stimulation, dumbification, soft dom!Jiraiya, brat!reader, unprotected sex, established relationship, minor ass play

No. It’s a small word with mighty power, able to topple even the strongest foes. Jiraiya understands the weight words hold, how they can haunt someone’s dreams or bend someone’s reality. It was why he enjoyed writing so much. With each word, he twisted time, or broke through the atmosphere, or drained oceans. Writing made him feel almighty - godly - in a way that even being a shinobi couldn’t. Sometimes, he wondered if he actually held more power in his pen than he did in his chakra.

So, it was no surprise to him that he had this extreme reaction to your refusal. It was a test: one you laid out before him with no preempt, no study guide, no notice. A pop quiz on his willpower. He studies you: the way your bottom lip juts out, the way your eyebrows knit together as you huff and stick your nose up into the air - you really think you're in control. How adorable.

“No?” He questions, crossing his strong arms over his large chest. “Are you really telling me no?”

Your eyes spark momentarily with small flames before they instantly snuff out as you lean against the kitchen counter. “That’s right,” you state, stomping your foot. Stomping your foot. What a bold thing to do. “I don’t wanna.”

“You… Don’t wanna?” Jiraiya pouts, sighing dramatically as he shakes his head, white hair curtaining over the tanned skin of his face. “I see, and so who will do it? The little leprechaun who lives here and keeps stealing all my shirts?”

Your cheeks flush his favorite color as you momentarily trip over your facade, clenching your fists to your sides. Heat rushes straight to Jiraiya’s crotch as he watches you fumbling for a response, your cute little mouth forming into a tight line as you rack your brain.

Finally, after much deliberation, you say, “Why should I?”

Oh, ho, ho. Feisty tonight. “Why should you?” He asks, taking a step closer to you. “Don’t you want to make Daddy happy?”

You smirk as you watch your husband with an unyielding gaze, keeping up your feigned aloof exterior while, internally, warning signals are coursing through your spine. You want to shiver, but you hold it in, instead focussing on the way Jiraiya’s cock is bulging in his grey sweatpants. Your mouth grows wet and you quickly draw your eyes back up to his, doing your best to maintain a haughty expression.

“Yes,” you reply meekly, “But isn’t there anything else I can do instead? I hate doing the dishes!”

Jiraiya hums as he closes the distance, his presence looming over you like a dark cloud. It was amazing how quickly his demeanor could shift from sweet to predatory. You gulp and peek down to his arousal again, that was now fully erect, and a small squeak escapes past your lips. Jiraiya’s rumbling laughter avalanches around you as he leans down, placing a firm hand onto your waist, hot breath skating over the skin of your ear.

“Do the dishes, and maybe you’ll get a reward. Got it, kid?” He nips at the top of your ear, a low moan bubbling up from your chest as you lean into his body, running your hand over his forearm. He clicks his teeth and leans back, his black eyes shining with a playful haze.

“But, Daddy-”

“Do as I say,” he commands, giving your small hand a squeeze. “And then we can play, okay?”

When he tries to pull away, you grip onto his hand harder. He smiles down at you and gently kisses the top of your head. Shit, it didn’t work! The room starts spinning around as you scramble to think of a way out of this.

“D-Do you not want me?” You bite onto your lower lip as you allow your eyes to get moist, letting your voice crack and break as you lean your face into his chest to hide the fact that you aren’t actually crying at all.

Jiraiya knows this is all just a ruse to get out of a simple chore, but he still treats it delicately. He wraps you into his warm embrace, curtaining you in his arms, his powerful hands roaming along your body, and they keep moving. Keep calming. His hand strokes soothing circles onto your back while the other holds the nape of your neck, gentle reminders of his love for you.

“Aw, kid,” he murmurs, “You know I want you. I need you… Do you feel how I need you?”

And you can. He is so much bigger than you that he is poking right into your lower-stomach, the pressure leaving nothing to the imagination. Drool slikes down the side of your mouth at the thought of Jiraiya abusing your pussy, letting you ride on top of him while he sets a brutal pace with his hips.

“So…” You slide your hands down the front of his body, feeling each muscle of his chest through the fabric of his shirt, before you reach his clothed erection and grab onto it. “Why wait?”

Jiraiya grumbles, a low pitched and deadly sound that reverberates throughout his entire chest as your small hand continues to rub down the length of his cock, licking your lips as the fabric of his pants grows wet. He grabs your wrist aggressively, freezing you. His hold is tight but not painful. A warning.

“C’mon, kid, you know better than to question me.”

Disobedient as always, you slide down onto your knees and stare up at him, a mischievous smirk flashing across your beautiful face. Jiraiya bites his lip and watches as you unbutton his sweatpants slowly, meaningfully. There is a brief moment, when his cock springs free and bounces up against his abs, that the two of you silently caution the other with your eyes from making their next move. Jiraiya’s gaze is haunting, sinking you into the ebony flames of lust. You wrap your hand around his cock and rest your cheek against it, parting your lips gently as you gaze up at him.

“Daddy… Please?” You ask, pouting.

A beastly noise rumbles from his throat as Jiraiya removes your hand from him and grabs your chin, pursuing your lips aggressively. He gets to his knees and looks down at you, his face completely deadpanned and serious. Waves of pleasure rush down between your legs at his commanding presence and the tips of your fingers go numb as you stare up at him, awestruck.

“Big mistake, brat.” His voice was carnal, deep as the ocean. He drops his hand from your chin with a push, grabbing hold of your arm and yanking you up with him. He picks you up by your waist and tosses you over his shoulder like your body was made of feathers and carries you to the bed as you yelp in pleasurable protest, pounding onto his muscular back with your small fists. You bounce on the bed with a gentle thud as he walks over to the armoire you keep your toys in with a hum, his eyes laser focussed on you.

“Don’t move.” It’s an order. You move your head to watch him and he pauses, blinking at you. You freeze and he continues, opening the drawer to pull out the pink and black ball gag. You shake your head and adjust up the bed, resting your back against the headboard.

“No!” You plead. “I-I’ll be good, I promise.”

Jiraiya clicks his teeth and sits next to you on the bed, twirling the loop of the gag around his index finger. “You tried to manipulate me. This is only fair, kid.”

He leans in to place the gag in your mouth and you tightly form your lips into a line, shaking your head ‘no’. He quirks a brow at you and tilts his head to the side, but brings the gag away.

“Use your fingers.” You try to sound confident, but your voice cracks at the end as Jiraiya’s eyes narrow. He has only looked at you like this a few times, and every time has led to hours of relentless abuse of your pussy while he reads, or watches a movie, praising you for doing a good job while he circles your clit and denies you a release over, and over, and over.

He pulls you close, dropping the gag as his hand rests on the back of your neck and his warm lips graze over yours. The air around you is still, heavy. Daunting. Jiraiya’s so hard that his head is actually spinning as he brushes his thumb over your perky nipple through the thin fabric of his t-shirt that adorns your pretty body, hugging each curve delectably.

He wants you. He knew that you were doing this on purpose - teasing him into fucking you despite the tiring session you two had last night after he returned home from a months long mission - because you were aware he wouldn’t be able to resist you and play with you the way he liked. And he was falling for it, but who could blame him when you were practically drooling over such an old perv like him?

With a light heart, Jiraiya grunts, “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today, kid. One wrong move and we’re done, got it?”

You nod, licking your lips. Your pink tongue brushes against his mouth and his cock twitches in delight. He leans in, pressing his lips onto yours with precision and care, fisting your hair in his hand. The kiss is messy, needy. You moan into Jiraiya’s mouth, no thoughts other than his overbearing tongue grazing across your teeth and his jasmine scented shampoo wrapping you in its soothing embrace. Your world is nothing but Jiraiya, and his is nothing but you.

Jiraiya kisses down to your neck, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth. The familiar sting of a bruise burns against the skin he was abusing and you jerk your hips up as he moves his big hand underneath your shirt and fondles your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging at it aggressively. A low whimper escapes your lips and Jiraiya giggles as his hot mouth trails down to your collarbone, greedy teeth sinking into your skin.

“Edge of the bed. Now.” He is no longer your sweet, soft Jiraiya. He is Poseidon, and he is going to drown you in ecstasy until you’re begging him to stop.

Immediately, you obey him, nodding as you start sinking to the edge of the bed. Jiraiya stops you and tugs the t-shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor. He gets up and removes his shirt as well, exposing his toned, battle-hardened chest to you fully. He winks and he removes his sweatpants, large cock weeping with need as it stands at full attention.

As you stare at him, you take in his massive presence - he is like a skyscraper and you’re a pedestrian walking by - and suddenly your entire body goes taut as you imagine how easily he can break you. You gulp, intimidated, as you sit on the edge of the bed, knees sinking into the soft mattress, your ass up in the air.

Jiraiya wants to tease you more, to make you plead for him to ‘just fuck me already’, but he is just as needy as you are. Months without sex made him a foolish man, bending over backwards just to appease bratty you. But seeing the way you push your plush, peach ass up further as he stands behind you, the way you rest your forehead onto the mattress in anticipation of his thick fingers to thrust inside of your sopping pussy - it’s his personal paradise.

He grabs hold of your ass with both hands and squeezes, pushing and prodding at your cheeks like dough. You mumble something into the mattress when he plants an open mouth kiss onto your skin and he only giggles his schoolboy laugh in response as he swipes his index finger between your crack.

“If you say anything naughty, the gag’s going in. Got it?” He muses, his hot breath sinking into your sensitive skin.

“Yes, Daddy.” You murmur, laying your head to the left so you can breathe.

His large hand reaches around your body and squeezes your lower stomach playfully as he whispers how beautiful you are, slowly rubbing down to your throbbing heat. Every inch of your skin feels as though it’s set on fire, and as Jiraiya rolls his calloused finger across your clit, you see white.

Liquid flows out of you and down your legs, dripping onto the bed below, as your ass jiggles and Jiraiya finger fucks you from behind. He loves this - the pure control he holds over you, like you’re his personal little sex pixie who he can play with as much as he wants. The way he can get such a young woman cooing and vibrating over his battered and broken body fills him with swelling glee.

Strangers and friends alike all saw him as the Pervy Sage, the guy who always struck out in his attempts at romance, while all the while he was fucking you endlessly night after night, until you were fully drained and pleading with him to stop. You were filthy - outfucked and outpaced by an over-the-hill, graying man. And he was hopelessly intoxicated with you.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers, sliding his finger down the length of your cunt, brushing between your velvet folds. “And so wet for your old man, too.”

His laugh is kryptonite, magnetizing your back to arch into him just so you can hope to hear it again. Your mouth hangs ajar as Jiraiya’s thumb prods at your clit. He knows what gets you going, how to make you come with just a few simple strokes alone. But he always takes his time, always lets the pressure in your stomach continuously build until your mind is nothing more than a concept, and you break.

You eek out a fussy and needy sound, one that makes you feel small and childish, and it only urges the mountain man behind you more. With a wetted cock, Jiraiya grinds against your ass, sliding his length between your crack ruinously. With each swipe of his finger, you wobble, your tongue so numb from the pressure of your teeth that it tingles in your mouth. You cough out a strangled sound as you push back, urging him with your body to let you finish.

Frigid air seeps into every crevice between your bodies as Jiraiya pulls back and you groan, trembling. Your heart is pounding a manic melody in your ears and you only feel the air shift before Jiraiya’s tongue probs between your folds.

“O-Oh, Daddy.” It comes out whiner than you meant, but as Jiraiya licks down the length of your cunt and his fat thumb spreads you wider, you forget where you are.

You try to struggle and squirm but Jiraiya uses his free hand to push you down onto him more as he leans his head back against the bed and breathes you in. You smell so good, musky and raunchy, and when he opens you more, your hole clenches and glistens. He can’t resist.

He brings the tip of his index finger and pokes you, testing to see how well you’ll spread out for him before you’ve even orgasmed. You moan sweetly and roll your hips up, welcoming him. He stretches his neck out to nose at your clit as his deft tongue swirls within your walls, prodding you in places like he hadn’t had every inch of your pussy memorized. He pulls his finger back and wipes the arousal on your inner thigh, the liquid sticking to you like syrup.

“Jiraiya,” you cry, clenching your fists onto the pillow, “Stop looking and just-”

“Shut. Up.” He thunders, moving his entire mouth up the length of you. “You’ve got such a pretty pussy. I want to admire it.”

You go to protest right as a powerful suction around your clit strangles the sentence from your throat and it is replaced by a moan, so loud that you’re afraid he might gag you. But he doesn’t, instead it only encourages him to slurp more, to tug you closer to his humble mouth as he devoures you. You wiggle your hips over him, earning a groan of approval, as Jiraiya coats his chin with you.

The persistent heat between your thighs grows, blazing into the pit of your stomach with each flick of his tongue. Jiraiya is never neat when he fucks you with his mouth. He is working to achieve one singular goal: to crush you. Languidly, he drops a hand from you to fist at his sopping cock, slurping you in between furious pumps, his palm drenched in slick, silky liquid.

He doesn’t let up for a second, obnoxious and lewd sounds fill the room as his lungs burn from lack of air, but he doesn’t care. He considers eating your pussy his own Olympic Games, one he knows he holds the gold for, and one that he doesn’t intend to lose. He knows how to play with you, how to flick your clit, where to push his tongue to make you pop. He knows your body inside and out, knows how you’ll cry when he pushes the tip of his tongue over your sensitive nub, how your thighs will tense and release in small waves when he laps between your walls, how you’ll warn him with a sweet oh right before you-

“Oh.” There it is. “D-Daddy, gonna-”

You are so wet and you can feel it, can feel the seething liquid squirt out from deep within you and onto Jiraiya’s face, can feel it against his skin. Beneath you, Jiraiya growls your name, his large fingers digging into your thighs while you orgasm, so heavily all the blood rushes from your head and leaves you dizzy.

You are lost, overtaken by the sensation. His tongue refuses to slow, incessantly working within you, his hand rotating your hips over him until you come again, keening, aware that you are dripping but unable to stop the gallant below you. It is too much - now far too much - and your knees buckle right as he pulls away with a loud pop.

“S’good,” Jiraiya whispers, revenant. Your eyes are closed tightly, unable to do more than nod, when you feel yourself being rolled over onto your back. Your arms splayed against the pillows, gaze seeking him out, connecting to Jiraiya’s enthralling eyes blown with lust and intent. His lips are so swollen it’s honestly insane and you want to lick inside of them; want to taste yourself while he thrusts into you.

Jiraiya laughs, a big and booming sound like soothing thunder, as he crawls over your body, head bent as his mouth admires every inch of your skin upwards, softly praising you until your sexed out brain can only repeat the words like a chant in your mind: gorgeous thighs, cute tummy, pretty boobs, lovely lips.

Jiraiya’s fingers thread into your hair and he hovers above you, staring at you, so hot and intent that you think you might spontaneously combust. When his reddened lips part, you don’t stop yourself from stretching up, licking inside. You can still taste yourself on his tongue as he groans, muscular hips thrusting into you with an animalistic urgency.

“Jeez, kid,” he whispers the moment you both pull back for air, “I’m more ancient than a sacred tree and yet here you are, practically begging me to fuck you.”

Sex stupid, you don’t know what to say, so you simply smile at him shyly as he brings you close - one last kiss - before his hands leave your hair and his tip brushes between your walls, the pleasure suffocating you. You rock your hips as Jiraiya lines himself up, swirling his bulky head around your clit gently, teasingly.

Cursing, you grind up against his cock. He aggressively swipes down the length of you with a loud curse before you wrap your legs around his middle and sink him into you swiftly with an eager tug. Everything is wet, sopping; your thighs slick and sliding as he works into you.

Oh, you think or say, between pleas and Jiraiya’s name. His hands on your shoulders push you down onto him, helping you bounce, your back grinding on the mattress and meeting each thrust. It is all too much, your body overwhelmed, spasming. You realize you’re coming without any warning as your pussy clenches around him. The pounding of his cock again and again has you gasping, keening, loud and wild as you squirt onto him.

“Jiraiya,” you pant, twitching as he slowly pushes into you, his long hair tickling your shoulders. Any more, and you would die, right there. Unsure of what else to do, you say, “Please, Jiraiya.”

His hands against your shoulders tighten immeasurably, the strength of him sending you, as he twists your bodies, tilting you to the side. You collapse over willingly, exhausted and strung out and needy for him. You need him to claim you. Need him to be inside of you. Need him to come apart over you, again and again. A constant mantra ran through your head, a plea that only he could answer: please, please, please.

A big hand presses against your upper back, between your shoulder blades, as he pushes you down onto the mattress. Jiraiya looms behind you, his burly body pressed up against you entirely. You can feel his cock, hot and heavy against your thigh and ass. He whispers your name, cold teeth scraping against the skin of your spine. There is nothing else for you to do other than push your ass against his hard length, begging him to take you.

“Such a slut for your old man,” he whispers with a final harsh bite to your shoulder, before he disappears.

You whimper, twisting your head to see as he pushes you back to the bed. It is the barest pressure, but you remain still, allowing him to use his other hand to lift your hips to get your knees back underneath you. Ass up, head against the silk sheets, all you can do is stretch your arms out, sliding under the pillows to rest against the headboard.

Jiraiya’s first thrust, slow and deep, rocks you forward. The familiar twinge of pain as he stretches you out sends your mind into overdrive, greedily begging him for more. “Please, Jiraiya,” it’s the only phrase you can say still. Tongue tied and twisted in the sheets. “More.”

Sounds you had never made before claw up your throat, jostled out of you with each powerful sway of his hips. Your knees buckle, threatening to topple, but Jiraiya steadies you with his strong hands. He is so overwhelming, pleasure prickling along every inch of your skin. Unbidden tears spring in your eyes even as they are tightly shut, obscene noises rippling out of you as you push into him, meeting each rhythmic thrust.

His fingers dig into your hips, burning your skin, marking you in a band of bruises that would tie you to him for weeks. Jiraiya growls, his entire body tightening, rhythm stuttering. His groan above you is close - closer than expected - and you’re suddenly being pushed fully into the mattress, your legs spreading wide as he lays on top of you, fucking into you, his hands clinging to your forearms.

He pants your name against your neck, his face tucked into the crook. You whine back, maybe something and maybe nothing, too lost for words. You can feel another climax building like a fire, hot and explosive deep within your stomach. Just as the realization hit you, it was over, your climax crashing into you wildly as you scream into the sheets, vision whiting out.

Jiraiya continues pounding into you, his praises a constant stream of muffled and sultry sounds between the rush of beating wings in your ears. Agonizingly slowly, he sinks as far as he is able into you and freezes, his dick pulsing deep within you as warm seed seeps between your thighs and spreads onto the sheets, soaking into the fabric. He collapses against you, careful not to apply too much weight, but he is still solid against your back. You like his weight. Jiraiya is the anchor that holds you down as you float, your post-orgasmic haze still blurring the lines of fantasy and reality. Too fucked out to move, you grunt.

“You’re lucky I have trouble saying no to beautiful women,” Jiraiya murmurs, planting sweet kisses up between your shoulder blades. “Or else that would have gone very badly for you.”

You laugh and he rolls off of you, laying on his back, his arms - his muscular arms that just manhandled you into several orgams - stretched behind his head. Involuntarily, you lean forward to nibble at his bicep. He easily brushes you away and he pulls you up, curtaining you in his warm embrace.

Jiraiya sighs, contentedly, and kisses the top of your head. “Still with me, kid?”

You merely nod, closing your eyes as you lay against him, listening to the sound of his low laughter rumbling within his chest. The two of you lay there in comfortable silence, listening to the steady beating of your hearts between the cicada chirps. You smile against his hot skin as a quiet realization floods your mind: The dishes will have to wait.

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