#jiraiya x you

[iambilliejeanok]

Hello! Let me just say that i adore the way your write!! It’s so amazing🥰 Can i request something (however you want to write it really) where the character wakes reader up to ask them if reader loves them?

That was a terrible explanation i’m so sorry lol

I’d love if it could be with Kakashi, Jiraiya and Madara 🥰🫶 (or any characters you want)

Thank you so much!🥹🫶🏾💗😘

No warnings, Purely fluff, a small itty tiny bit angst, but just a small little bit I promise.

🌸Kakashi🌸

Kakashi doesn’t often stay asleep throughout the night, having you beside him in the nighttime drastically reduces the amount of nightmares he has, but unfortunately, he still has those nights where he wakes up sweating, too shook to actually fall asleep again. This time around though, he has you to watch over, so he’s not shaken up for too long, holding your body close to his as he watches you sleep peacefully, the warmth of your weight against him and your steady breathing quickly relaxing him. All this and maybe a book in his hands is a great opportunity for him to spend some time alone. When you begin stirring in your sleep he freezes, trying his best to not wake you up, but even while you’re sleeping, you shift up the bed to hug him, nuzzling your face against his neck, inhaling his addictive scent. At this point he has completely forgotten about the nightmare that woke him up, genuinely grateful for your presence in his life.

He realizes that even though he’s lost too many dearly loved ones, today, in this moment, he has you and in this moment, even though you are asleep against him, you still manage to comfort him, drawing his attention to this very moment. His heart begins to beat faster, Kakashi biting his lip as he tries to push away th intrusive thoughts of maybe losing you too. He can’t help himself, panic motivating his next action, slowly nodding your arm with his hand, his heart beating faster when you don’t wake up. He can’t fight the paranoia sometimes, now attempting to sit upright to try and disturb hour sleep, hoping you’d wake up. “Baby”, he calls, “Hey…Y/n, baby…wake up please”, he softly calls, finally able to release the breath he held in waiting for you to respond. Tonight is a difficult night for him, but he seemed to forget that you’re here, and that you will always be here, you’ll never leave his side. “Mmhmm?”, you sleepily respond, drifting in between reality and your dreams, hearing someone call your name. “Baby, wake up please”, he calls again, hope filling his heart when he sees your eyes finally open. “Y/n. Baby…are you awake? I’m sorry, wake up please”, he says, waiting for you to get up. “Hey babe, what’s up?”, you ask confused, trying to shake away the sleep. “Hey, is everything okay?’, you ask, rubbing your eyes while giving him a few pecks against his neck and cheek. He already feels silly for worrying so much. “Uhm”, he says, clearing thought, worried that you’d be annoyed for being woken up unnecessarily. “I’m sorry for disturbing your sleep, I’ll make it up to you i promise”, he hurriedly says and you can hear him swallow, finally noticing the dampness of his shirt, quickly sobering up at the realization that he could’ve had another nightmare.

“Kashi, its okay”, you say lovingly, cupping his cheek in the palm for your warm hand. “It’s always okay, are you okay? Did you have another nightmare?’, you worriedly ask, sitting up on your knees to straddle his lap. Feeling a little guilty for even thinking if asking you this, he looks down in shame, and you can feel his face drop in your palm. Gently lifting his head up you place the softest kiss he’s ever share with you yet on his lips, and you feel something wet against your thumb. “Oh sweetheart, what’s the matter?”, you ask after noticing the tear that fell down his cheek. “I was just scared”, he admits, failing to drop his head low again since you held his face firm in the palms of your hands. “What is it love? Another nightmare?”, and Kakashi slowly nods. You gasp, your hand reaching the back of his head to pull him into you, holding him close, wrapping you arms around him. surrounded by your scent, he feels so safe, is voice shaky as he asks the next question. “You still love me?, a small chuckle leaving his lips to mask his feelings. But you knew him like the back of your hand, holding him tighter. “I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you, and I’ll continue to love you no matter what”, you say, separating yourself from him to palm his cheeks again, “Kakashi, you’re the love of my life, you don’t ever have to doubt that okay?”. Placing another soft kiss against his lips, you feel him squeeze you tighter. “I promise I’ll never leave you, ever”. Kakashi wonders why he entertained any of those intrusive thoughts to begin with, of course you love him. “I love you so much”, he says, his words muffled against your neck, but you hear his word loud and clearly, the two of you embracing one another until you feel Kakashi doze off in your arms. The cutest big baby.

🌸Jiraiya🌸

Jiraiya constantly wonders how on earth a man like him was gifted with such a kind hearted, loving partner. A pervert who didn’t even think it capable of loving one person, but here he is, holding on to the love of his life, your hand loosely wrapped around a few of his fingers, Jiraiya smiling at just how precious you arm. Needing to use the bathroom, he ever so carefully creeps out of bed, but no, its not to cheat this time, no not with you, he left that life behind, its just to use the bathroom, the intense urge to be back in bed beside you exciting him so much it kind of scared him. After using the toilet, he stood in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. A strong sense of shame washed over him, thoughts of unworthiness saddening him once again. How exactly is he supposed to deal with all this love? A love so graceful he wondered if he truly deserved it.

How can she love you, you womanizing son of a b—, “No, she does love me…”, he spoke aloud, refusing to let any negative thoughts occupy his head any further. “And I’m not a womanizer.”, he added, looking down in shame, trying to convince himself he was right. No matter how hard he tried to fight himself, he just couldn’t stop. No one ever bothered loving him, i mean how could they when he was always onto the next, but maybe change is true. Man can change, he reminded himself, his eyes shut to try and center himself. But the more he tried to block it out the more doubtful he became. Was someone pranking him? All those of years of playing with peoples hearts had to have finally come to bite him in the butt right?

He couldn’t hold back any longer, he needed answers. Why?, Why does he deserve a chance at love, especially with someone like you. He desperately needed to know, turning off the bathroom light to make his way to your shared bed. Uncertainty eating him from the inside out, he decided to gently wake you up, his large frame spooning you from the front, placing gentle kisses on your face as he called your name. “Princess, wake up, wake up”. He is so nervous, the sound of his rapidly beating heart loud in in his, so loud he can no longer handle it, he just needs you to tell him. “Y/n, cmon, wake up”, which you finally do, not sure if you just heard Jiraiya whining in your ear or if you were dreaming…the latter making more sense, until you hear him open his mouth again. “So…you’re awake now?”, he impatiently asks, still gently nudging your arm. “Yes baba, I’m awake, are you okay?”, you yawn, stretching out a little before you scoot closer to him, happy to feel his warmth surround you once again. “Baby, I’m okay yes. Uh…are you?”, “Mmhmm?”, is all you say, burying your head in his chest to find some sleep agin, and just when you fly yourself drifting off again, he finally asks, “Do you really love me?”, his voice so low he wonders if you actually heard him, but you certainly did, smiling to yourself before wrapping a arm around him, placing small kisses against his neck. “Nothing matters to me more than you Jiraiya, I love you so much baba!”, your words soft and genuine, Jiraiya’s denial subsiding, gently squeezing you and placing kisses on your forehead. “Will you always love me?”, he asks, a small chuckle leaving your mouth over how whiny he came across, so out of character. “I don’t ever want to stop, loving you everyday makes me so happy” and with that Jiraiya could go on another day confident that he is loved.

🌸Madara🌸

Honestly, Madara just wants attention, he’s such an attention seeker that he’s willing to disturb your sleep if he’s bored enough, or sometimes just because its fun. I mean, he knows you love him, if anything he’d be confused if you didn’t, after all, he genuinely believes he’s the whole package and that you’re truly lucky to have him, but even so, there might be a teeny tiny bit of doubt in his heart sometimes. He will wake you up anyway, just because he can, its something you do too when you want cuddles, so he wants to have his turn tonight.

“Hey sweetheart”, he softly calls, rubbing your back as you lay on top of him. “Princess, its time to wake up”, he says, placing his hands on your underarms to effortlessly lift you up, your upper body dangling above him while he gently shakes you like a baby, which does the trick, your body jerking as you wake up from the feeling of falling, your arms flaying everywhere when you opened your eyes and realized you were not laying on anything. “Relax babe!”, Madara chuckles, gently lowering you to lay on top of him again. You immediately sit up on your elbows, your arms on each side of him as your stare him down, easily finding his blood red irises in the darkness of your room. “Babyyy that’s not funny!”, you whine, your husband still laughing at you, his pupils still spinning, recording the entire thing. “Heey”, you softly yell, biting your lips to try and hold yourself back from laughing, but his laugh was so contagious you just couldn’t, annoyed that you couldn’t be serious about this. “Babbbyyy!”, you giggle, lightly slapping his chest, his large hand cupping your cheek, as he slightly lifts himself up to plant a kiss against your lips. “I’m sorry princess, I didn’t mean to startle you like that”, his voice calm and deep, so soothing you felt like you could forgive him, leaning forward for another soft kiss, your lips simply pressing against his before parting. You could kiss him like that forever. “Why are you awake? And why did you wake me up?”, you question, your eyes almost closing as his hand now moved to the back of your head, massaging your scalp as you spoke. “I just wanted to know something”, he says, delaying the reason, making you impatiently whine, “Uh uh, i wont tell you why I woke you up if you whine like that”, he teases, “okay then goodnight”, you respond, laying down on his chest. “Okay okay wait”, he huffs, annoyed that you won.

“I, just wanted to ask if you love me?”, he asks, manipulating his voice to sound all innocent and cute, making you roll your eyes as you giggle. “I should be asking you that since you woke me up like that baby, but how can i not love my attention seeking little baby’, you tease, planting small kisses on is lips, making him smile. “Hey I’m not an attention seeker”, he says, lightly smacking you butt, a giggle escaping you lips. “Says the guy who woke me up to ask if i love him, even though I told you I love you a million times before we went to bed”, you yawn, snuggling into him once again, Madara lifting the blankets up to cover you. “Whatever princess, I love you okay?’, he says, wrapping his arms around you, smiling at your response and you quickly dosed off. “I love you so much”

@aiyaaayei 💗🫧

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[cursingtoji]

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 ™

[actuallysaiyan]

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

[bridgetotheskyyy]

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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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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NSFW Alphabet ft. Jiraiya

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

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

Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dirty Secret (dubcon)

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

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

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

Favorite Position

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unfair (How much they like to tease)

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

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

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

Wild Card (Random headcanon)

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

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

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

Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

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

ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

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

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[dreadsuitsamus]

Being Jiraiya's Wifey Headcanons | Jiraiya x Reader |

author's note: i just have so much love to give him!!!

pairing: jiraiya x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, light nsfw mentions

Jiraiya not only has tons of love to give, he is also in need of receiving every ounce of love you can muster

He always wants to touch you in some way, be it cuddling or holding hands or having his arm around you

To see his biggest, brightest smile, just give him a big ole smooch on the cheek

When Jiraiya comes back home from being on a mission, he scoops you up in a twirl and presses the warmest kiss on your lips

He's always got a present for you, of course

Jiraiya will spoil you as much as you let him

Seriously, if you don't tell him to stop he will not

He loves buying you pretty things and watching as you model your various jewelry and clothes

he also loves bending you over and seeing if those clothes can survive a good fucking

Jiraiya loves to hear how much you've missed him while he was away, so be sure to exaggerate just how bored you were

"It was awful, baby. Just me, myself and I in this big house! I'm so glad you're home, I was about to lose my mind without you."

Nobody ever went to hell over little white lies, after all

His travel stories are genuinely entertaining, and he makes sure to tell all your favorites whenever there's a gathering

He loves your laugh, and while he's naturally funny due to his goofball nature, he prefers tickling you to hear it

Something about having you begging beneath him, panting and breathless from his touch just really gets him going!

He's big on snuggling, and will make sure you are in his arms all night long

Even if you manage to wiggle out during the night, the old man gets up frequently enough to pee that you'll be right back where you belong eventually

He looks his best in the warm light of a sunset, and he catches you staring at him often. He doesn't admit to it, but it flatters him greatly that you genuinely find him so attractive

Jiraiya writes you love letters when he's away on extended missions

though some of them are just straight up lust on a piece of paper

He is a big man and he is not afraid to use that to his advantage

Unless there's a spider; you're on your own at that point

But otherwise he will do things such as purposely put your favorite mug on the tallest shelf possible, and blackmail you into sexual favors before retrieving it for you

You bitch at him all the time for it, yet never get the step stool and get it yourself

It's okay to let him have his way sometimes

You say jump and Jiraiya will ask how high. His devotion to you is just that pure and strong

Ever since getting married, his Will of Fire has been replaced by the Will of Wife

Jiraiya is a wonderful husband, and some days it really hits you just how lucky you got with this man

He's not perfect, but he's perfectly yours and it fills you with so much love for your husband that it practically overflows your heart and next thing Jiraiya knows, he's getting kissed like your life depends on it

He doesn't know what he's done to deserve any of this, but as long as you keep kissing him like that and being his, he promises to keep doing anything in his power to continue being your man

Being married to Jiraiya isn't free of headaches, but it's rewarding all the same just to see that goofy, sleepy smile of his every time you wake up

Being your husband is the greatest honor Jiraiya has ever had, and the happiness you give him gives him hope that his future may just be bright after all

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[wing-ed-thing]

Jiraiya and Naruto Platonic Found Family Headcanons

Tags: Teacher!Reader, No Reader Pronouns, Mentions of Naruto’s Food Insecurity

𓆃 Ah, you’re too caring for your own good, aren’t you? 

𓆃 Between Naruto, a lost child with too much energy for his own good, and Jiraiya, a hopeless old man whose perceived lack of self-sufficiency skills shakes you to your core, of course, you were always around to lend a hand. 

𓆃 Whether you were ever wary of Naruto, a kid was a kid. He’d come in with dirtied clothes or less-than-nutritious lunches, and you couldn’t help but lend a compassionate hand

𓆃 It didn’t come long before you learned to cook for two to send him home with tupperware meals. You had a special drawer in your desk just for him to come to take a snack whenever he wanted. Naruto would never learn that you cleared out that drawer just for him

𓆃 Soon, you were also wrapping up his little scrapes and bruises, showing him the items in a standard-issue medical kit and how to use them.

𓆃 Sometimes, Naruto gave you his jacket for you to throw in the washer during your lunch break. 

𓆃 Jiraiya, for his competency as a ninja, usually wandered into and throughout the village. Despite his Sannin status, you questioned his ability to lead Naruto after a few foul and inappropriate comments

𓆃 Having a little kid you did your part to take care of for years, you weren’t too sure about Jiraiya taking him away from the village for the amount of time he did

𓆃 The three of you grew close as you and Jiraiya took care of Naruto in different ways. You also weren’t afraid of putting Jiraiya in his place when you felt it was warranted

𓆃 Jiraiya always found ways to sucker you into doing things for him in addition to Naruto. Suddenly you were cooking for the three of you, and you were finding bills in your lesson plans. 

𓆃 He hardly got away with it for long as you insisted that he could take care of himself and find his own apartment

𓆃 Jiraiya could offer you sage wisdom at the most random times. When you needed someone to talk to, you found Jiraiya a surprisingly good listener. 

𓆃 Your care for Naruto brought you together with many others, forging connections to last a lifetime.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

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[azurelyy]

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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#azurelyy.100event #jiraiya x reader #jiraiya x you #jiraiya smut #jiraiya #naruto fanfiction

[marvelmymarvel]

Guardian (Part 10)

Jiraiya x Sarutobi!Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Synopsis: Your brother gave you an assignment, "Go ask Sakumo Hatake if he needs help with his newborn." It was a simple task, but it snowballed into so much more.

Tags: @twilightlover2007

A/n: *folding* Sakumo heals my daddy issues

Naruto Masterlist: Here

A deep exhale came from your chest as you basked in the sunlight. Birds chirped around you, and for once in a very long time, you felt serene. A warm hand caressed your cheek before soft lips pressed against your temple, "You look beautiful today."

Your eyes opened slowly, and you smiled sweetly up at him. "I dressed up for you. I know you loved this dress on me" Despite starting confident, you soon fell into bashfulness under his loving gaze. He hummed playfully before moving to sit in front of you. His brown eyes were soft and warm; they always made you feel safe and sound. He grabbed your hand and laced his fingers with yours, "How is Kakashi?"

Your face beamed at the question, excited to show off how well you've raised his son in his absence. "Kakashi is in the prodigy program. He's already a chunin…." you trailed off, eyes falling to your intertwined hands, "He's just like you. In both good and bad ways."

He hummed once more as he caressed your finger with his thumb, "And you? How is my beautiful girl doing?"

You finally got the courage to look up at him, but you could tell it wasn't the look he was expecting. He bit his lip as tears rolled down your cheeks, "I'm sorry I left you, Y/n."

"It's been so hard, Saku. Kakashi thinks you're a traitor and hates you for it. I can't bear to see him like this. Not only that, but I just can't move on from you. You haunt me."

Sakumos brown eyes softened as his free hand came up to swipe the tears away. He knew all of this, and the past four years of watching you fall apart killed him. It made him regret ever letting his demons win. If he could go back, he would have waited for you before entering the house. He would have gotten help. He would have stayed.

Because he loved you and Kakashi so much, but he couldn't see it through the pain.

"You don't have to forgive me. Neither does Kakashi. But I want you to do one thing for me, baby. Can you do just one thing for me?"

Your sniffles started to quiet down, and you nodded at him to continue. The hand intertwined with yours broke free, and he moved it to cradle your other cheek. "I need you to give in to what you want. You want Jiraiya, and that's okay. I'm not there to protect and love you like you need, but he is. Allow yourself to feel love again. Can you do that for me?" His grip on your face grew more assertive as his tone grew frantic. The world around you started to darken, and something told you your time with Sakumo was ending. "No one will replace you-"

"I sent him your way. My love for you flows through him." His voice grew muffled as he began to blur with the darkness, but you heard them loud and clear. You had always thought that Jiraiya coming back into your life was your doing, but it would seem that none of it was. Before Sakumo could entirely vanish, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against your lips. "I love you. Tell Kakashi I'm proud of him."

You went to kiss back, humming to reassure him that you would do as he asked. Like you always did. "I love you more-"

His touch disappeared, and you were once more surrounded by darkness. Your hands were wrung together as your sniffles echoed around the empty space. While your heart still ached for his touch, something else blossomed in your chest. One that you've been pushing down for three years now.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. The sound of shallow breathing filled your ears, and you urged your eyes open. The room was dim, and there was a weight on your side. Turning your head slowly, you took in Kakashi sound asleep and curled up next to you on the bed. A hum came from you as you ran your fingers through his white hair; he stirred slightly but didn't wake. He always slept deeper when he was around you and always felt like he was safe enough to. But never this deep.

He only slept this soundly when Jiraiya was near, which could only mean... You turned your head to the other side of the bed to find Jiraiya sleeping with his head on the edge. Your other hand touched his face, smiling sweetly at how his nose scrunched up from the tickling sensation. You caressed his cheek with your knuckle heart beating faster as you took in how relaxed he looked.

"Jiraiya…"

He stirred some more, muttering something like 'five more minutes,' making you giggle softly. "Jiraiya," your cooing grew in volume as you moved his hair out of his face. His eyes blinked open, but they were glued to Kakashi on your side as if he was avoiding looking at you. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw how your hand ran through Kakashi's hair. He hoped he wasn't dreaming, but he was too afraid to look at your still passed-out form. Your coo made him freeze, and he finally realized that your other hand had also been dragging through his hair.

Jiraiya's widened eyes looked up at you, shock and fear coursing through him as he shot up from his seat. His arms immediately wrapped around you, hauling you into his embrace. You gasped in pain as he somehow had forgotten the deep gash on your side. His muttering and praises to the gods grew in volume, causing Kakashi to stir. Jiraiya pulled back, eyes filled with tears as he held your face. "Jiraiya-" His lips slammed against yours, and you quickly deepened it. Your hands dove into his hair as you pulled him closer, the need to be closer to him taking over all of your rational thinking.

"I love you. So much," you whispered against his lips before diving back in for another heated kiss. He nodded against you, humming in a way that solidified in your heart that he felt the same way. "I'm never letting you go-"

Movement on your right stopped you, and you pulled away with wide eyes. Turning slightly in the bed, your lips curled up into a smile at the eight-year-old rubbing his eyes. "Hi, Kakashi-" Kakashi gasped at your voice, fully waking up as he threw himself into your embrace. Jiraiya hauled him onto your lap so he too could wrap an arm around him. Kakashi tried his best not to cry but quickly broke down as you pressed kisses against his face, tears of relief falling from your eyes and landing on his skin. "I'm so glad you're okay. You had me worried sick. No more training alone!! I will accompany you-"

"That won't be necessary."

All three of you looked up to see your brother in the doorway; his under eyes looked heavy and dark, telling you that he didn't get much sleep. Your eyebrows crinkled together at his words, confused by what he meant. "What do you mean, Hiru? What happened only shows that I need to protect him."

Hirzuen raised a hand, silencing you before looking at Jiraiya expectantly. "I'll be moving in with you and watching over the both of you," Jiraiya stated as he leaned his head against yours, nose slightly nuzzling your ear as he spoke. You cocked your head at your brother, not upset with the idea but confused about why this was happening suddenly. Hiruzen opened his mouth, but your gasp cut him off. "Do you know about the ANBU officer??"

Hiruzen's eyes narrowed, and he let out a sigh. You being knocked out for a couple of days made your brain turn all mushy. "Yes, Y/n. That's why he's moving in with you. He's going to look after you two instead of the ANBU..." Hiruzen trailed off as he looked between the three of you. At first glance, it would seem that you and Jiraiya had Kakashi, but despite not being his flesh and blood, he still loved him as if he was his own son.

You looked at Jiraiya expectantly, silently questioning if what he had said before your brother's entrance was true or if he had promised to play along, but his soft smile was reassuring. "Are you sure you want that? If not, I'm sure he can find someone else." Your voice was soft as if you were afraid speaking too loudly would scare him into backing out. He simply nodded at you before turning to your brother again to talk logistics about the arrangement. You drowned them out and played with Kakashi's hair, lips curling into a smile at the thought of once more living with Jiraiya. Sakumo's words had moved something inside you, and now you knew what you wanted.

Leaning back into Jiraiya's arm, you let out a content sigh. Kakashi looked up at you expectantly before cuddling deeper into your side. Hiruzen's eyes wandered down to the two of you, and for once in a very long time, he felt content with what he saw. While he didn't like the idea of you dating Sakumo, you were always so happy around him. When he died, that happiness disappeared, and it had been a very long and painful four years for your poor brother. He hated seeing you, the real you, disappearing right before his eyes.

But it would seem that he wouldn't have to worry any longer.

Jiraiya smiled at him before pulling you and Kakashi deeper into him, "I'll keep them safe. You have my word."

#naruto imagine #naruto imagines #naruto x reader #naruto #jiraiya imagine #naruto fanfiction #jiraiya x reader #jiraiya imagines #jiraiya #jiraiya x you #kakashi

[freshleafygreens]

Where you're being a brat

IM GONNA DRAW CLOTHES TUMBLR! It's not porn, just a pose 😭

I'll add details to the pose tomorrow.

#its just a pose #dont delete #there's gonna be clothes #jiraiya #jiraiya smut #jiraiya x fem!reader #jiraiya x reader #jiraiya x you #!jiraiya #naruto

[iambilliejeanok]

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.

#naruto imagines #naruto headcanons #naruto smut #jiraiya x you #jiraiya imagines #jiraiya headcanons #jiraiya x reader #tobirama cuddles #tobirama x y/n #tobirama x reader #tobirama smut #tobirama imagines #jiraiya smut #hashirama x y/n #hashirama x reader #hashirama smut #hashirama imagines #hashirama headcanons #tobirama headcanons #fem reader

[cursingtoji]

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

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 5: Threesomes(I wanna dance, I wanna sing, I wanna bust up everything and make some love..)

warnings/kinks: threesomes, unprotected sex, oral sex(male receiving), sharing, slight possessiveness, mentions of drinking, biting, boobplay word count: 0.9k pairings: Jiraiya x Fem!Reader x Orochimaru teaser: “I knew this would work out so well,” Jiraiya mumbles against your skin. Orochimaru cackles, “I’m glad we were able to work together.” taglist: @beneathstarryskies @loki-love @witchofcustom @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic @butterflieskeepcominback

Those two have a hard time getting along on the best of days, but when it involves you, it’s even worse. Tsunade had warned you that they both had something deep for you, but you tried your best to brush it off. Besides, you weren’t going to let two shinobi ruin your chances of becoming the world’s most talented kunoichi. You grew up with these men, and you knew they were just too stubborn to let go of their differences to get along. Much less to get a chance with you.

You never really realized that the pair had their sights set on you until Tsunade had mentioned it to you. And from that day on, you tried your best not to do anything that could be misconstrued as leading them on. Still, Orochimaru and Jiraiya longed for you. They both found you so alluring. Not only were you very strong and had a very amazing kekkei genkai, but you were so very beautiful. Your beauty was spoken about by almost every person in this village and elsewhere as well.

One night, Jiraiya and Orochimaru are finishing up a sparring session when they see you walking home. Jiraiya is so quick to run over to you, leaving Orochimaru rolling his eyes.

“Well good evening,” he says, a light purring lilt to his voice.

“Jiraiya, hi!” You cheerfully greet him. The sweet syrupy sound of your voice makes Orochimaru so jealous and angry.

By the time he catches up to the two of you, he’s already trying to come up with something to say. But you’re so quick to greet him and make him feel like he truly belongs in the conversation.

“Orochimaru, I was just mentioning to Jiraiya that soon I’ll be getting my own team. Isn't that exciting?” You ask excitedly, practically bouncing on your toes.

Orochimaru smirks, “You’ll be a fantastic sensei. I can tell you’ve got the smarts and strengths to lead the best team there is.”

Jiraiya huffs slightly, knowing his teammate is trying to one-up him at his own game. Jiraiya then begins asking you all kinds of questions about your techniques and what you’ll be teaching the genin. You and Jiraiya get into a very interesting and deep discussion about teaching a genin team.Orochimaru walks with you both, listening in on the conversation.

“Well, it was very nice seeing you two. I’m headed inside for the night,”

And with that, you leave the pair standing outside your doorstep. Their hearts pounding in their chest. If they were ever going to work on anything together, you were going to be the thing they’d want to share. Orochimaru and Jiraiya silently vowed that they’d be getting you, and they’d never let you go.

This is how you found yourself on your bed, ass in the air and on your knees. Jiraiya is under you, pumping into you slowly as he suckles on your perky breasts. Orochimaru stands at your side, his cock out and leaking as he fists it.

“I knew this would work out so well,” Jiraiya mumbles against your skin.

Orochimaru cackles, “I’m glad we were able to work together.”

It all started with a night of drinks and dinner, and soon you found yourself so aroused for the pair. You had never really seen them work together like this, so it just made you fall for them even harder.

You whine as Jiraiya fucks you harder, making Orochimaru slide his cock into your awaiting mouth. You whimper as you try to take him into your throat, but you’re struggling. You weren’t anticipating for both of them to be so incredibly well endowed.

The way Jiraiya’s cock keeps brushing against your sweet spot makes you see stars. You gag and choke on Orochimaru’s length, making you drool. It’s such a sight to behold and the two of them are happier than ever to have finally set aside their differences and work together.

“She’s so warm and tight,” Jiraiya moans as he keeps up his pace.

Orochimaru smirks, “And her mouth is so perfect.”

You feel Jiraiya nipping at your tender flesh, leaving marks on your body. You’ll probably never really be able to hide these love marks, but you don’t want to. You’d love to show them to the world proudly. How much better could things get with these two as your lovers? Despite thinking they’d only be distracting you from your goals, you realized that they are the perfect motivators for you.

Another loud moan tumbles from your lips and vibrates around Orochimaru’s cock. He hisses in pleasure, his head falling back. He knows he could so easily blow his load, but he doesn’t want to be the first one to pop. He’d like for Jiraiya to release first, but in reality, he wants you to experience pleasure the most.

“That’s our good girl,” Jiraiya praises.

The words go straight to your core. You know you’re just so close to the edge, but with your mouth full, you’re unable to warn them. Your orgasm hits you so hard, leaving you shuddering and shaking. Jiraiya curses as your walls begin milking him; clamping down and pulsing rhythmically.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” He roars, pumping into you at top speed.

With a few more thrusts, the man is buried so deep inside of you and he’s painting your insides white. The sight of the two of you in the throes of pleasure is what sends Orochimaru over the edge. Pumps of his hot cum fill your mouth, sliding down your throat.

It’s not long before you’re all collapsed in a heap on the bed. Jiraiya begins playing with your hair, and you press soft kisses to Orochimaru’s chest.

“If you think you’re going to be letting us go now,” Jiraiya begins.

“Think again, princess.” Orochimaru finishes.

You sigh happily, sinking into their cuddles and caresses even more. You couldn’t think of a better way to end this night.

#bacon.writes #jiraiya x you #jiraiya x reader #jiraiya x y/n #Orochimaru x you #Orochimaru x reader #orochimaru x y/n #jiraiya x reader x Orochimaru #Orochimaru x you x jiraiya #jiraiya smut #Orochimaru smut #naruto #Naruto shippuden #Naruto smut #kinktober 2023

[whatsmypersonality]

Toad Daddy Collage bc I’m in love.

#jiraiya #jiraiya fanfic #collage #toad daddy #jiraiya x you #jiraiya x reader #mine

[gaybitchfx]

May I request for Might Guy and Jiraiya (separate) and Husband-reader who still flirts and tells them cringy pick-up lines? :D

Character(s): Might Guy and Jiraiya

Type of reader: M!Reader who’s their husband

Category: Fluff🥰✨

Warning(s): I can’t flirt bare with me here🥲

Edited: ❌

Might guy is a “serious” person and everyone knows that

But when it comes to you he can’t help but feel all giddy like a teenager

Since he’s met you, he’s always felt this connection y’know?

Sometimes whenever you were in a playful mood you’d tell him these cute and cheesy pick up lines and flirt with him;

“Have you ever been to a museum? Cause you’re truly one work of art!”

“If you were a chicken you’d be impeccable~”

“Are you a camera? Because every time I see you I smile”

All that kinda cheesy stuff

Might guy can’t help but crack a big goofy smile as he scoops you into his arms and smothers you in kisses

Whenever you’d flirt with him in front of people for example, Kakashi

He would get flustered but he’d be proud that he has something Kakashi doesn’t

A flirtatious husband

He’s grateful to have you and will cherish you till the day he dies

He’s a pervert so he loves those pick up lines you tell him to get him going

Such as;

“Im gonna give you a kiss, if you don’t like it return it”

“Gimmie your name so I know what to scream at night~”

“Aside from being sexy what do you do for a living?”

Those kind of pick up lines

He has no shame in telling you how he loves your pick up lines

So ever since the two of you met and started dating you haven’t stopped telling him those cute pick up lines since

And he’s never gotten tired of them, that’s one of the things he loves about you and his relationship

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