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cocciminoue · 3 years ago

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Hot Love(Jiraiya x Fem!Reader)

Word count: 1,443 Pairings: Jiraiya x Fem!Reader Warnings: Slight smut, oral sex Summary: Reader has been pining for Jiraiya since she first met him when she was a genin. He’s always had his eyes on Tsunade, until Tsunade plans a mission for both of them and tries to set them up. When Jiraiya sees reader naked for the first time, he can’t believe how blind he’s been all these years…

For years, you always felt like you trailed behind the three legendary sannin. You were a few years younger than them, and both Orochimaru and Jiraiya saw you as a bother when you were a child. Tsunade was the only person who actually decided to take you under her wing, and she trained you good. You grew up admiring all three of them, but truth be told, you were absolutely smitten with Jiraiya. Even if he saw you as a bother and a nuisance for years, you couldn’t help the way you felt.

And now, years later and you’re all grown up, you still had those feelings for Jiraiya. These days he was way too busy with his books to think of you as a nuisance, and Tsunade was now Hokage. You were just a jounin, spending your days training your own team and shaping up the future shinobi. You were proud of yourself, but you always wondered what your life would be like if you had pursued Jiraiya.

One day, you found yourself in Tsunade’s office with Jiraiya by your side. The years had been very good to him, as he grew to become a very handsome and sexy older man. You couldn’t help yourself by checking him out a little as Tsunade explained to you the mission you both would be going on. Tsunade was sending you and Jiraiya to a small village to gather some intel for her about the Akatsuki. You didn’t mind that at all; in fact, you were hoping to get a little alone time with Jiraiya.

Unfortunately, the first part of the mission didn’t go as planned. Jiraiya basically ignored you as he continued to plan ideas for his next book and was quiet almost the whole way to the village. You tried your best to keep your frustrations to yourself, but you weren’t sure how long you could keep your secret feelings to yourself. It was driving you mad, and you thought for sure that finally, you were going to be able to tell Jiraiya how you truly felt.

“Don’t you think this mission is a little silly for both of us to be going on? It just doesn’t seem like Tsunade to send both of her most trusted friends and some of the best shinobi in the village to go on a simple intel mission.” You said, trying to pull Jiraiya from his perverted thoughts.

“Hmmm…maybe. But I think she trusts us the most, so it would make sense to send us. She’s got a lot on her mind lately…” Jiraiya says, and he mutters something under his breath that you don’t quite catch.

Once you get to the village, Jiraiya suggests that you both go check into the inn that Tsunade has made reservations for. You are a little annoyed by this point, but you do like the idea of retiring for the evening. You notice that there’s a sign that says there’s an onsen at the inn, so you perk up a little.

The hostess shows you to your room, and you’re not surprised to find that you’re rooming with Jiraiya. You’re a little ticked off now, but you decide to go soak in the hot springs. Your emotions hang heavy on your heart as you watch Jiraiya start flirting with some of the women at the inn. It hurts, but you don’t want to show it. You’ve got way too much pride.

In the hot springs, you are surprised to find that the women’s side is completely deserted. You’re a little relieved to have some peace and quiet, but you’re still meditating over your feelings. You wanted this to be a chance to get close to Jiraiya after all the years you spent apart, but it looks like it wasn’t going to happen after all.

Sighing, you get undressed and sit in the hot water. It feels so good on your sore muscles. You couldn’t help but admit that you were getting old, and you weren’t as spry as you used to be. It was a little embarrassing, but you knew you were still an attractive woman.

Jiraiya, on his side of the onsen, was getting undressed as well. He was very confused to find the place deserted. Nevertheless, he figures he’ll be able to peep on the women without any interruptions from the other men. This made him that much more excited, so he slinks over to a small hole in the wall. He chuckles to himself as he prepares to get an eyeful of gorgeous, young women.

Instead, he’s shocked to see you sitting alone in the hot water. You slowly get up, adjusting your position. Jiraiya can feel his blood pressure start to skyrocket, and he’s having to hold his nose so it won’t bleed. Jiraiya can’t believe how gorgeous you are; since when did you grow into such a sexy person? He’s been so blind with all these younger girls that he’s completely ignored what’s been in front of him.

He sits in the water, trying to compose himself. It’s the first time he’s seen you naked, and he fucking loves it. You’re curvy, and slinky and your legs are so long, and your tits are huge!!! What a jackpot!

Jiraiya decides to get another eyeful, and this time, you know he’s watching. You can hear his heavy breathing and nervous chuckling, so you decided to give him the eyeful he wants.

With your hands on your tits, you squeeze them together and start massaging your own body. You blow a kiss towards Jiraiya and the old man almost has a heart attack. You can hear him panting and wheezing, trying not to have another crazy nosebleed. He hears the door to your side slide open, and he’s a little disappointed he didn’t get to see more from you…

…when you show up on his side, wearing only a small towel. Jiraiya clutches his chest, backing up towards the end of the hot springs. You throw your towel away, swaying into the water as you approach him. Finally, you have his attention.

“Y-y/n, what are you doing here?” he asks, trying to be a little nonchalant.

You just walk right up to him and press your lips to his, not answering his question at all. Your hips grind into his, earning a groan from the older man. He’s rock hard and ready to fuck you, but you want to tease him just a little longer. Jiraiya pulls away from the kiss and he growls.

“How long have you been hiding this body from me?” he demands to know. He knows he’s been stupid about not noticing you earlier, but growing up together made it a little weird between you two.

“Since you never cared to pay attention to me and only had eyes for Tsuna,” you explain, tracing your fingers over the scars on his chest.

“I’ve been an idiot this whole time then,” he says, smirking at you.

You both resume your kiss, this time his tongue slides into your mouth. You can feel a warmth bloom in the pit of your stomach as you grind against him harder, hoping to find some relief from this sexual tension.

Without warning, Jiraiya places you on the edge of the hot springs. He leans in so that his face is at the same level as your sopping, wet pussy. Jiraiya groans as he smells your juices, and this is what spurs him on to start devouring you like a starved man.

He laps at your weeping cunt like his life depends on it, while you tug at his long white locks of hair. You pull him more into your pussy, whining and whimpering as he starts to finger you. You’re both unaware that you are in public at the moment, and you can feel the coil in your stomach start to become tighter. You’re so pent up with sexual energy that you’re going to cum very soon…and very hard.

“Ahem!” you hear from the door, and both you and Jiraiya break apart. You jump into the onsen to try and hide your naked body from the hostess, who is looking at both of you with a playfully scolding look.

“Please, leave the affections for the bedroom. The onsen can be hard to clean if you were to…” she says, and then she leaves you guys to get dressed.

Jiraiya is laughing, and you can’t help but chuckle a little. Then, he pulls you in for another kiss.

“How about we take this to our room?” Jiraiya asks, and you agree.

Finally, you had his attention.

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cocciminoue · 3 years ago

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self control.

orochimaru.

warnings: angry sex, size kink, fingering, overstimulation, finger sucking, biting, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. please reblog.

a/n: today is my birthday lol. i wanted to conclude my hundred follower event with this work, which is my favourite among all the others i have written. enjoy.

request: (@ima-be-a-pancake) Hey, I saw your post about wanting to be distracted, and so I request orochimaru and a size kink. I am a very smol lady with a big size kink.

you made lord orochimaru extraordinarily angry. how could anyone be so irresistible? all his self control seemed to vanish in front of you. his years of practice and eventual perfection of his cold demeanour all made completely useless! you made his blood boil and his cock hard. and as usual, he vented all this misdirected anger out on your pussy.

he had your tiny body on his lap, lithe fingers working your cunny with breakneck speed. he had to prep you for his cock after all. incoherent and scrambled words poured out of your throat and he enjoyed you choking on your own spit whenever he hit a particular spot.

your face was truly gorgeous. eyes closed, cheeks deeply flushed and pretty mouth drooling. he had to resist the urge to dip his fingers inside but failed anyway, shoving them as far as they would go and making you choke.

you came hard, your second orgasm deeming you wet enough for his cock. he finally pulled his yukata off, revealing his pretty cock. you whimpered at the sight, the deeply flushed head making your thighs quiver. he rubbed it on your folds, and you heard him hiss in delight. the head of his cock already stretched you a considerable amount.

he entered you slowly, the stretch making your jaw drop and head fall back. it felt so, so, so good. you jabbed your nails onto his shoulders, burying his head onto your tits which he groaned into. he had an iron grip on your thighs and you internally smirked at the way you made him feel. he used you as a fucktoy, moving you on his cock rapidly. he ripped off whatever was left of your yukata to suck on your bouncing tits.

he moved his fingers onto your clit, moving them in circular motions. a blinding orgasm washed over you, your back arching and your cunt spasming. you felt a wave of exhaustion washing over you, leading you to bury your face into the corner of his neck.

orochimaru threw his head back feeling his orgasm approach and took in heavy breaths, hastily snapping his hips into yours. it didn’t take him long with the way you were gripping him like a vice. with a singular “fuck”, he drained his cum into you, his hips slowing down and riding his orgasm.

the wet sounds seemed strangely comforting to you, your eyelids drooping due to the weight of your exhaustion. he softly ran his fingers through your hair, suddenly yanking it back. he grazed his fangs and then sunk his teeth into your neck. “we’re not done yet, my love.”

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cocciminoue · 3 years ago

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Gajeel: Wendy came to me to ask for advice so i took her to get boba and we sat down and she was like "how do i get the other 12 year olds to stop bullying me?" and i said kid. they bully me too

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cocciminoue · 3 years ago

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not jiraiya and kakashi being the type to dick you down for ur life in a full mating press 😔😔

their thumb has been gently caressing circles around the lining of your soft lips and you just can’t fucking take it anymore. the feeling of their dick head massaging your gummy walls till your core weeping with slick; the soft pat, pat, pat of wet skin and strong thrusts, you just need something, anything to cling to already if he won’t let you fucking cum soon 😡😭

your pliant tongue lolls out of your greedy mouth before you even register how you’re reaching out for the man. once that soft wet mouth closes around the sturdy digit it’s over for your sweet lil hole.

jiraiya and kashi would chuckle so deep n arrogant, “better give you something to suck on so you can settle now,” tears have coated your thick lashes as you look at him with that precious mind-empty stare “you’re in for a long night, kitten.”

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cocciminoue · 3 years ago

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Summary: you and Jiraiya decide to spend a weekend at a hot spring. However when he overhears a group of younger men talking about how they can satisfy you better than him, he gets possessive.

Pairing: Jiraiya x reader

Warnings: smut, possessive!Jiraiya, water sex, edging, overstimulation, chocking, nipple play. Minors DNI.

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Are we there yet?"

"No! Calm down."

You huffed, clearly annoyed. You had been walking for days and your legs were starting to fail you. You just wanted to rest on a bed and relax in the hot springs.

Taking a look at the sky, you noticed that there were more clouds than before. What started as a beautiful sunny day became a cloudy grey one. Maybe it was matching your sour mood.

“It’s going to rain soon.”

He looked up as well but only hummed in response. Most of the time you walked in a comfortable silence, not really having anything to say. He would hold your hand, or carry you on his back when you got too tired. Right now, he was walking a bit ahead of you and that gave you time to admire him. It always admired you that a man his age looked like that. Broad back, amazing physique, lots of stamina.

You walked a while longer and then you felt something on your face, wiping it away with your hand you realized it was water. Before you had time to say anything, rain started to fall heavily on both of you. He continued on in silence, the water soaking his entire clothing leaving very little to the imagination. His clothes were sticking to the muscles on his arms, back and ass. You hoped he wouldn’t turn around so he couldn’t see you blushing. However he soon turned around smiling.

"We're here."

You stood by his side and looked at the place. It was completely made of wood, three floors. When you passed the front gate you had to walk across a small bridge that had a pond with fishes and turtles underneath. Walking inside the lodge there was the reception with two women working.

"Hello! Welcome to our hot springs lodge, how may I help you?"

"Hi! I made a reservation in the name of Jiraiya."

She searched through a binder until she found what she wanted. Then she went to a cabinet that was behind her and opened it, retrieving two keys.

"There you go Mr. Jiraiya, one for you, another for your partner."

He grabbed both keys and handed yours to you. You followed him to the stairs and all the way to the third floor. There were only two rooms on the floor opposite each other. Odd. You looked at him questioningly but he didn’t say anything and only kept moving forward. He opened the door for him, giving you space to walk inside.

"Oh my god!" The room was a huge, king sized bed in the middle, to the left of the door was another door that led to the bathroom and top to bottom windows. You felt two strong arms wrapping themselves around your waist. He leaned close to you, his hot breath ghosting your ear.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it."

"Good."

He started kissing behind your ear, in that spot that you love, it sent shivers down your spine and it wasn’t because of the wet clothes sticking to your body. He continued his ministrations and alternated with biting your neck lightly. You put your hands around his neck and pulled his hair at the nape which made him groan.

"How about we take these wet clothes off and go to the bar?" You nodded and he stepped back from you. You started to take your clothes off and when you looked back he was standing against the wall with his arms crossed across his chest. You raised an eyebrow at him questioningly, but his face remained stoic. Deciding to continue you proceed to remove the rest of your clothes.

Finally standing fully naked in front of him you stared at each other, not saying anything. The tension in the room was palpable and increasing by the minute he stepped away from the wall coming closer to you. He stroked your cheek, then his hands traveled down to your chest and with his thumbs, began to rub circles in the area around your nipples, pinching them occasionally. You were so turned on that you could feel the slick from your pussy running down your leg. You tried rubbing your legs together to alleviate the pressure between your legs discreetly but the movement didn’t go unnoticed by Jiraiya.

"Getting impatient, are we?"

When you nodded he stopped. You looked at him with wide eyes. "What are you doing?"

He smirked. "I promised you a trip to the bar." Stepping away Jiraiya began to undress and the thought of payback ran through your mind. And you knew exactly how. Rummaging through your bag you pulled out a tight fitting dress that always drove him crazy and went into the bathroom. Not even five minutes later he was already knocking at the door. Typical.

"Ready sweetheart?"

"Almost."

The bathroom door opened and you came out making Jiraiya stare at you, how did he get so lucky to have you by his side. The dress looked perfect on you accentuating your figure. He would never understand what you saw in him, but he was thankful for that every single day.

"How do I look?"

"Perfect."

You blush at his compliment and you left the room holding hands.

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The bar had a rustic air to it. The part where the bartender was had a counter made of wood and the chairs were in black lather and the other part was decorated with booths of black lather as well.

Sitting down on the chairs, you noticed there was only a group of three men, about your age, on the booths.

You ordered your favourite drink and Jiraiya his. He turned around looking at the group but they were already looking at him. Well not at him, at you more specifically, he frowned, but didn’t turn away. They were laughing and pointing at you. That made him uncomfortable and a weird feeling grew in his chest. He felt your hand on his thigh and squeezing it.

"Is everything ok?" He directed his attention to you once again, putting his arm around your waist and pulling your chair closer to him.

"Of course baby."

The rest of the time was spent laughing and talking and drinking. At around two in the morning the group of men left ogling you till they left the bar, you didn’t pay any mind to it, however it was all Jiraiya could think about.

At three the bar closed and you went to your room a bit drunk. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. His huge hands holding you by your ass, pulling you closer to him. He carried you to the bed and then lay down, making you top him. You leaned down and began to kiss him, first slowly and when that wasn’t enough you licked his bottom lip to make him open them, and when he did you took the opportunity to slide your tongue inside his mouth, which made him moan and squeezed your ass tighter making you grind on his dick on accident.

You broke the kiss first, making your way down his jaw to his neck, paying special attention to the spot that makes him a mess. However when your ministrations weren’t getting the normal reaction you looked up at him to see what was going on. Are you kidding me?. You didn’t know how to feel about the sight that met you.

Jiraiya had his mouth open but not from pleasure. He had fallen asleep, light snores leaving his mouth. You sighted coming up to kiss his forehead, got up changed clothes and climbed into bed and fell asleep feeling a bit sad.

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When Jiraiya woke up he had an odd feeling creeping up on his chest and he looked at you, he understood why. Pieces of what had happened yesterday started to come to his memory, he had a very vivid image of you sitting on top of him looking so sexy, so hot in that amazing dress, just the thought of it made him hard, and then when things were starting to get exciting he had… had… oh no, oh no no no no. He had fallen asleep. How could he do that? You didn’t deserve that, and the realization made that weird feeling on his chest grow a bit more.

Turning to you, he noticed that you were still sound asleep unaware of the turmoil inside his mind. He was trying to figure out how to make it up to you. Well for starters, breakfast in bed and a proper fuck was in the plans as well. Getting out of bed he made the necessary arrangements for breakfast.

What woke you up was the sound of someone walking around the room, however you didn’t open your eyes, not yet having the energy to do so. Then, the footsteps stopped and the bed dipped, you slowly opened your eyes, and turned around meeting Jiraiya. He was looking at you with a smile.

"Morning sweetheart."

"Morning."

"Hungry?" You nodded, smiling a bit.

"Good." He got up, and helped you out of bed. Near the windows was a table that wasn't there the day before, full of food. You looked a bit surprised sitting on the ground in front of him. Everything looked so good and it had the foods you liked the most, it really amazed you.

"Did you do this?"

"Well I only had the idea, the staff made the rest."

"You didn’t need to do this."

He looked at you with a serious face.

"I did, you deserve it Y/n."

A realization hit you. He was trying to make it up to you, but he didn’t have to.

"I know how you are when you drink, you don’t need to make it up to me."

"Y/n I will make it up to you, that’s a promise."

The commanding tone in his voice was enough to make you squirm.

A few hours later you were laying on the bed, on top of the covers with your robe on waiting for Jiraiya to dress his so you could finally enjoy the hot springs.

"Ready beautiful?"

"Absolutely."

He took your hand and you both left the room to the ground floor. Near the reception was a sliding door that led to a small hallway and at the end of it there were two doors, one for the man's side of the hot spring and another for the women's side.

"I swear that the last time I came here the hot springs were not separated."

He told you in the most exasperated voice. You stroke his cheeks to console him, he looked so sad and defeated.

"Let’s just enjoy the hot springs and we can meet here or back in the room." Just as you were finishing speaking the same group of men that were in the bar passed by you to their side of the hot springs. Unconsciously Jiraiya had put a hand behind your back and pulled you closer to him. Only when you were alone again did he relax.

"Alright I'll see you soon." He kissed you softly on the lips and let go of your waist. He watched you go in before going to his side. He had barely opened the door when he heard those men talking.

"What the hell is that hot babe doing with a fat old man like him?"

"Beats me, bet he can't even get it up." That made the two other men laugh.

"Don’t know man, maybe we should go there and show her a good time. Make her see that younger is better." Another round of laughter. Was he fat? He didn’t think he was, his physique was something he was proud of, to have people talking about him like that made him feel a little self conscious about him. Finally he understood the feeling in his chest was fear. Fear that you would leave him, that he was not good enough and that maybe you deserve someone better. However at the same time, another feeling grew in him, possession because how dare these kids speak about you like this. You were his and his alone and he was going to show them who you really belonged to.

Jiraiya entered the locker room and they stopped talking, however he didn’t miss the whispers and the mocking grins on their faces. He took his robe off and that was enough to make them go silent. His toned abs, muscular back, arms and thighs on full display, his dick, even flaccid was intimidating. They tried not showing it, but they could not not look. He grabbed a towel that was on the shelves and placed it around his waist and then walked out the door. He only went in to prove part of his point and now he was going to your side to prove the rest of his point.

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You were finally enjoying the hot springs. You were completely alone in the large spring. The heated water involving you relaxing your muscles. This almost felt like it could heal your soul. Almost. The only thing that was missing was a tall, muscular and sweet man by your side.

You heard the door behind you open, but didn’t pay much attention to it. The footsteps getting closer to you.

“Miss me?”

You quickly turned to the familiar voice. “What are you doing here?”

He was standing entirely naked, his looming presence casting a shadow on you. You had to admit just seeing him naked made your knees weak.

"I'm here to make it up to you."

He slowly got into the water. Standing on the spring, it only reached his hips. He got closer to you, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"What if someone comes in?"

"No one is going to come in. Now be my good girl and relax."

He grabbed you by the ass and brought you closer to him leading you to a bench situated inside the water right below the edge of the spring. He sat down, the water rising to underneath his chest, and you put each leg beside his hip, straddling him.

You looked at each other and he kissed you softly on the lips, you grinded on him as he began to deepen the kiss. Jiraiya proceeded to kiss down your jaw, then your neck, biting softly on your sweet spot, and moving down to your breasts. He planted a kiss in the space between your breasts, rubbing circles around your nipples with his thumb. When he was done with that he attached his mouth to one of your nipples while his other continued with his ministrations. He bit your nipple softly which elicited a moan from you. Meanwhile you were still grinding on his cock which was getting harder by the minute. He moved on to the other nipple, giving it the same attention as the other one, however this time, the hand that was on your hip started to make its way to your pussy and once there he proceeded to slide his middle finger up and down your folds ever so slowly, sometimes teasing your entrance with the tip of his finger but never fully inserting it. His ministrations were making you frustrated because even though it was good it was not enough, you wanted more, needed more.

"Jiraiya, please."

"Please what honey?"

"Sto.. stop teasing."

He let out a low laugh, a grin appearing on his face. "Sorry love, I don’t think I can do that."

His middle finger entered you, then he took it out and put it back in again, always watching your facial expressions. Jiraiya added a second finger, finger ficking you faster. You grabbed your nipples with your hands, pinching and rubbing them.

"Fuck princess I could cum just looking at you."

You moaned as a response. He knew you were close, your walls were starting to tighten on his fingers. "I'm gonna cum." Was all you said and before you could climax he removed his fingers. "No, no. Why? Please." You didn’t know if what you said made sense, but the desperation to cum was getting the best of you. "Why? Because I love when you beg." He edged you two more times with his fingers, everytime you were about to cum he would stop only to begin a few moments later. By this point you were a crying mess in dire need of release that never came.

"Please.. please.. just.. fuck me.." you said between sobs. He kissed you tenderly on the forehead then grabbed his throbbing hard cock in his hand, sliding the tip along your folds circling your clit with it, you looked down and even through the water you could feel how red his tip was. He teased your entrance and then inserted the tip of his cock, gradually he put more until he bottomed out both sighing at the sensation. His dick was big and so fat, it made you feel completely full, he hit all the right spots without even moving. You were waiting for him to start thrusting but he never did, getting impatiente you put your weight on your knees lifting yourself only letting the tip in, however before you could sit back down Jiraiya grabbed you by the neck and slammed you down on his cock.

"Naughty girl, I didn’t say you could move." He didn’t let go of your neck and when you tried to speak he squeezed it tighter not allowing you to. He began fucking you in a slow pace but that wasn’t enough for you so you met his thrust to make him go harder. The gods must have been on your side because he took pity on you, grabbing your waist with his free hand which helped him fucking into you harder and faster. His movements created agitation in the water and the splashing sounds were so loud that if there was anyone on the other side of the springs they would know for sure what was going on and his hold on you was so strong that it was sure to leave bruises but you didn’t mind, you loved it, just like you loved the way his tip hit your g-spot everytime he thrust in.

He looked at you, tits bouncing with each thrust, eyes dazed and unfocused, he loved seeing you like this just like he loved how tight you were, you squeezed him just right and your moans were his favourite melody. He inserted the index finger of the hand that was around your neck inside your mouth and noticed how you instantly started sucking on it. Your pussy was gripping him tighter, an indication that you were about to cum, again. Fearing that he wouldn’t let you, you gave him a panicked look. He let go of your hip to stroke your clit instead. "Don’t worry honey, you can cum."

Those words felt like heaven to you, after so long you were finally allowed to cum, and you did, moaning his name loudly, legs trembling, eyes rolled back. It felt so good. Jiraiya though, didn’t stop fucking you or stroking your clit, he kept going even harder then before if that was possible. "Jiraiya.. ple.. please. It’s.. too much."

He laughed. "You wanted to cum so bad, now you’re going to cum until I'm satisfied." It didn’t take long for your second orgasm to hit you. It happened just like the first one. You felt so overstimulated, your skin was on fire and the hot water wasn’t helping at all. This time instead of continuing he turned you around, completely manhandling you since your legs were useless right now, your back to his chest, his legs spreading yours open, he had his chin on your shoulder one arm circling you so he could continue to stroke your clit and the other around your chest so he could grab your boobs.

After he made sure you were in the right position he didn’t waste any more time and proceded to fuck you again. This angle was even better, he could reach deeper inside you. It felt so good to be so full of him and only him. You rested your head on his shoulder. "You feel so good honey, I'm gonna cum so deep inside you, you’re gonna feel me for days."

His words went straight to your pussy making your clit throb and your walls squeeze him a bit. Of course that didn’t go unnoticed by Jiraiya. "Fuuuck baby, don’t do that. I'm getting close." With that one of the hands pinched your nipples and the other rubbed circles in your clit. His feet that were planted on the bottom of the spring gave him the impulse to thrust harder into you. The combination of everything was too much and at the same time not enough.

He didn’t want to cum before you, so he stroked your clit faster, whispering words of encouragement. "Come on baby, give me one more, I know you can do it. Cum for me." That drove you over the edge, you screamed his name as you came, your pussy squeezing him so tight that it triggered Jiraiya's own orgasm. You felt his cock twitch inside you and after that you felt his cum filling you so good. He fucked you through your orgasm and his, only stopping when your legs stopped trembling.

Your head was still resting on his shoulder and his head was on yours. Trying to catch your breaths, neither of you said anything. He was the first to break the silence.

"How was that?" You looked at him through the corner of your eyes and smirked at him. "Not bad for an old man." He raised his head to look you in the eyes, an amused glint visible, his hand came to your face to stroke your cheek. You leaned forward and kissed him gently, your tongue going inside his mouth, nevertheless before the kiss got heated he stopped. "Unless you want to go again, I suggest you stop." You laughed at that and started getting up not without firstly removing his limp dick from inside you.

You both left the water and went to the locker room. You were walking in front of him and he was looking directly at your naked ass. He looked a bit further down, to your inner thigh and saw a small trail of his cum running down, so he couldn’t resist reaching his finger to collect it and put it back inside you. "Don’t waste it."

His action took you by surprise so you only nodded at him, feeling your cheeks burn because of his bashfulness. You dressed your robe as he got a new one that was hanging on the wall and headed back to your room.

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You left the hot spring the next morning feeling way more relaxed and satisfied.

As you were passing the front lobby to leave you couldn’t help but notice the same group of men, sitting around a small table. They looked at you and Jiraiya and quickly turned their heads away with the most embarrassed look on their faces. You shrugged not really caring about them and absolutely forgot that they heard you getting railed the day before.

Jiraiya on the other hand didn’t take his eyes off them, watching them like a predator. He was rejoicing at their reaction. He felt immense pride and boost on his self esteem, but more important than that he made you feel good and loved and no one could take that from him.

Making your way out of the hot springs and starting your journey home you looked at him and he was already looking at you with a genuine smile.

"What?" He shrugged. But then his expression changed to a serious one "I hope you know that I really love you Y/n." You smiled so bright at him that melted his heart. "I love you too Jiraiya." You grabbed his arm as you walked and he thought to himself really not bad for an old man.

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cw: size kink, age gap, dumbification, praise, soft dom!jiraiya, messy messy messy pussyeater!jiraiya

note: this is officially my longest fic, I literally could not stop thinking about this angel of a man and he's just so so so big. I look at him and all my brain can think is '....big' im so dumb for this man. also I tagged literally everyone who has ever interacted with me about jiraiya, sorry y'all

For one of the greatest shinobi of all time, it's surprisingly easy to forget how big Jiraiya is.

He's practically a wall, an impenetrable wall constructed from bricks of muscle stacked on top of each other until they tower over anyone and anything that approaches. His robes and scrolls and three-inch sandals fortify that strength; they add another layer of power below the wild mane and spiked protector atop his head -- a crown befitting a steadfast, indomitable king.

Jiraiya is massive.

And yet, despite his rock-hard body, despite how he has to arc his neck down to look at you, despite his ability to navigate a crowd like a God parting waves, you always manage to forget that fact.

Years of clandestine missions have sewn grace into the sinewy muscle. His body seems destined to be a clumsy mess, tripping over itself and running into the smaller, lesser peons around him. But Jiraiya is nothing if not lithe with quick feet only matched by his quicker wit.

In fact, it seems like every part of his personality is meant to ingratiate the legendary Jiraiya the Gallant into a world that's far too small for a man like him: an inviting smile that disarms even the most nervous of conversationalists, poorly-timed jabs that help him be the butt of the joke, a contagious ease that allows a less powerful person to safely and comfortably tell him to fuck off (quite frequently, in fact, but less often than most like to think).

It's so easy to forget who Jiraiya is. It's so easy to forget that he is one of the three legendary Sannin. It's so easy to forget that, if he chose, Jiraiya could demolish mountains and destroy villages without breaking a sweat.

It's so easy to forget that. Usually.

But when he's above you like this, when his body covers yours and his jasmine-scented hair curtains your face, you can't think about anything else. It's like he does everything he can to overwhelm your senses: The way he noses at your jaw, the messy kisses he lines down your throat, the surge of his clothed cock against your bare cunt -- all with one big hand holding you at the small of your back and the other grabbing at any skin he can find. He's just...

So fucking big.

"What was that, sweetheart?" Jiraiya's lips curl up against your pulse point and he makes an effort to grind against your clit, just so he can hear that cute little half-moan, half-intelligible thought that comes out of your mouth. "I'm big? Is that it?"

You can only manage a weak uh-huh with a soft nod but that's enough for Jiraiya. He pulls back as far as you'll allow, just enough so his sharp eyes can meet your own glassy ones. But you can still see the playful smile on his lips.

"You're gonna break my heart, princess," he teases. He makes as if he's about to stand up, as if he's about to leave you on the soaked sheets, your dripping cunt left wanting -- "I don't want you to get stuck with a man who's too big for you." -- but you tug him back down by his hair and try your hardest to not roll your eyes at his giddy, smug laugh.

Jiraiya's lips are like the rest of him. Plump and firm and seeming to encompass both of yours easily. They're sure in their movements, whether he's using them to actually speak or do unspeakable things to your body. The low timbre of his voice makes you shiver when he's this close. He hums into your mouth, a pleasant sound, one that reminds you of comfort, of home.

It doesn't matter how many men you've seen, how many men you've felt. Jiraiya is another beast entirely.

He notices everything, saves every little twitch and moan in his mind so he can use them against you until you're both spent and exhausted. He savors you, unwilling and unable to cave to baser urges until he deems it necessary. He's impossible to coerce, not when he's with something as precious as you. Jiraiya knows best. And even if you sometimes beg and plead, you know that as well as him.

He takes his time taking you apart, piece by piece, heart set on dismantling you methodically just so he can build you back how he sees fit. Even though you've spent the past half hour begging him to undress, to remove the rest of his clothes as he did with his tunic lying on the floor, Jiraiya hasn't budged. He'd much rather tease you, much rather rut against your core until you soak through the fabric of his pants, much rather kiss and choke and lick your throat until you can't quite form a proper word.

Jiraiya would much rather ruin you before the main course even begins. He'd prefer to take his time, to savor your skin, your mouth, your pussy in a way that you'd never allow him if you had your way. Like how you keen against him right now. You can beg all you want, but Jiraiya is patient.

Please.

Need you.

Feel so empty.

The words only inflate his ego -- a justifiable ego that is as big as the rest of him and is far too often ignored. But the rush of power to his brain spreads to his loins. The way you grasp at his bare back and arch into his chest makes his mind go blank in a way only you can manage.

"Patience, kid," Jiraiya chides against your lips. He grabs one of your wrists, makes sure your eyes are on his hand as he engulfs it, and pins it by your ear before he repeats the motion with your other hand. "You trust me, don't you?"

You bite your lip and nod.

Fuck, if that isn't a power trip for Jiraiya. The sight of a younger woman trembling below him, arching into his aged body, begging for any scrap of his attention is enough for him to lose control. But he manages. He remembers the countless women he's had below him, the countless women he's given nights of ecstasy. If there's one thing in this fragile world that deserves reverence, Jiraiya thinks, it's the body of a woman.

But you're still here. You're still clinging to him, needing him, trusting him even after that first night. You're like a goddamn virgin underneath his hands, like you haven't been touched before (though Jiraiya supposes you might have never been touched right).

He brings an air of levity to such a carnal act. He laughs and talks and smiles in a way that no other man seems to manage. But in Jiraiya's head, you're something else entirely -- something totally separated from the usual, something that can completely engulf his mind. He's never touched youthful skin that felt so... familiar, like coming home -- something Jiraiya's never truly had.

Fuck -- Jiraiya would live in your pussy if you'd let him.

So when he asks if you trust him and you just nod, so sweet, so honest, and stare at him with those wide eyes, he can't help smiling. His free hand moves up your body until two fingers prod at your half-open lips and Jiraiya swears he can't get harder when you part them so easily and moan at the taste.

"What a good girl." His voice is caught somewhere between fondness and condescension and the syrupy, deep sound makes your eyes glaze over. He presses down on your tongue, pushes further until you take him to his knuckles.

Jiraiya's breath picks up when he sees you like this, almost blissed-out without a single touch to your needy little cunt, just overwhelmed and drunk on him. And he wants to do anything he can to make that worse.

A third finger joins the other two and you can't stop the trickle of drool that spills past your lips but you can't find it in yourself to care -- not when Jiraiya stoops down lower, not when he's breathing at the shell of your ear and filling up your mouth so perfectly, not when he opens his mouth and tells you the three words that make you keen so pretty and just for him:

"My good girl."

You whimper at the praise, at his insistence that you're good, that you're his. Because that's what it feels like. When Jiraiya infiltrates your every sense like this, you feel claimed. There's nowhere you belong besides square underneath his thumping heart.

He takes his time fucking your mouth with his fingers, never enough to make you gag, just enough to fill at least one of your needy holes. Just enough to remind you of what he can do.

But no man is completely impervious to desire. And Jiraiya can't stop himself when he slides his other hand from underneath your back and winds it down your body, tracing his fingertips over your clenching, dripping hole, teasing you until he can fit one, until he can fit two, until he can fit three -- until he can mirror his movements at both ends of your body.

Jiraiya supposes most would be surprised that he can reduce you to this state. He's the Pervy Sage after all, the man who (supposedly) strikes out nearly every day. And Jiraiya is just fine with that assumption. He's not one to lord his proudest conquests, to add the image of you cumming until you physically can't to his already impressive resume.

The truth is that those decades of experience don't only apply to his ability as a great shinobi. His years of pleasing women are obvious when you're underneath him, and he can't think of a better way to put his skills to use than taking apart a pretty little thing like you every single night.

Thick strings of drool connect Jiraiya's fingertips to your lips when he finally finishes using your mouth. The mess is delicious but not as delicious as the slick that coats his other hand. He licks his lips at the sight, almost swallows them whole, but controls himself. He wants -- he needs -- to treat you like you deserve. Even if that means giving something up for himself.

And what greater sacrifice could Jiraiya make than the mouth-watering taste of your pussy?

He changes hands, stuffing your aching cunt with his spit-soaked fingers and petting over your tongue with your own juices. He smiles down at you as you take him so well.

"That's it." Jiraiya is nearly purring with pride. He angles the wrist between your legs up, touching your walls where only he can reach until your heels kick out and you arch under his chest. "Tastes good, doesn't it, sweetheart?" You moan in agreement around his fingers and he chuckles.

As much as Jiraiya loves ruining you, that toxic tendril of jealousy boils up in his throat as you slobber over your taste. Your throat and pussy take him so well, making room for his size and welcoming him whole. The sensation goes straight to his cock -- it's an unbearable tightness underneath his clothes. But it's not the desire to sheath himself inside you that's causing Jiraiya so much stress. No, he needs to taste you, to drink you like a man in the desert.

You whine when he pulls both hands away. God, you're too fucking cute. Jiraiya wipes your drool on your cheek, spreading it with his thumb while he lets you nuzzle into his palm, into his hand that could swallow you up if he's not careful. But he doesn't spare a second, doesn't let you come down from the onslaught of sensation. Rather, he wraps his slick-coated hand around your throat and squeezes the sides.

"Look at you," Jiraiya says. If you were anywhere close to sanity, you might detect the hint of strain in his voice. Your pulse races under his touch and Jiraiya's head feels dizzy. "Just a needy little thing." He presses down harder.

"Look at you," he repeats. "Getting like this for an old man like me." Jiraiya laughs. "Must be doing something right, huh?"

He's infuriating, how he drags out your misery like this. You stake your heels into the small of his back in a futile attempt to pull him closer.

"Jiraiya," you whine. "W-why'd you... Why'd you stop?"

Your eyes can't focus but you can tell by the pomp in his voice that he's taken on his favorite lecturing posture. How can he sound so casual when he has a hand on your throat?

"I just can't let you taste yourself like that -- not when I'm all the way up here," he explains. He cocks his head. "You don't mind, do you, sweetheart?"

He's already inching himself down your body, kissing each bit of skin he finds along the way. When he finally arrives at your core, when his breath skates across your sensitive lips, he peeks back at your fucked-out face.

"You don't mind if I indulge a little?" Jiraiya asks with the hint of a smile along his lips. "It is my favorite meal, after all."

He doesn't wait for your answer. His lips are wrapped around your clit before you can even force out a syllable. He sucks hard, not pulling away until he needs a breath.

Jiraiya holds you down so easily. You can try to writhe away from his hot tongue all you want but he keeps your center still with just a single hand against your stomach. He giggles when your hips seem to buck towards and away from him at the same time and just pushes down harder as he slips his tongue in your hole.

He sounds like a kid eating a popsicle, slurping and licking and giggling straight against your cunt. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was glued to you as he easily follows your every twitch and thrash. Jiraiya sounds filthy. He always does. Shame doesn't suit a legend like Jiraiya. And where else should someone be shameless if not nose-deep inside a beautiful woman?

The way Jiraiya feasts on your cunt is mind-numbing. His too-big tongue fucks your hole like his cock, his too-big hands keep your thighs flush against his ears, his too-big hair sticks up in odd places as he shakes his head and spreads your mess across the bottom half of his face. He works without a goal, without a destination, just accepts his fate as a desperate addict. And he doesn't leave you anything to do except take it.

Your face heats up when you watch him (and your cunt clenches down). The brazen way he keeps his tongue flat and licks at your leaking lips, keeping his mouth still while he angles his neck up and down -- he's like a dog, you think -- almost makes you cover your eyes. You would... but how could you look anywhere else?

He's just as talkative as usual, even if most of his words are muffled between loud slurps and moans of delight. You catch bits and pieces here and there, mostly when he reluctantly comes up to breathe.

I could live between these thighs, princess, I swear.

Oh-ho, you liked that, baby? No? Let me try again.

Why're you trying to run away, sweetheart? You wouldn't want a man to starve, would you?

When Jiraiya senses your restlessness, when you're tugging at his hair and trying to hump against his tongue, against his nose, he finally pries his fingers off the meat of your thigh. It's so easy to slide three fingers inside you when you're this wet, so easy to arc them up, so easy to make you convulse around his hand while he sucks at your clit like his life depends on it. Because there's one thing Jiraiya loves more than your taste, it's making you cum straight into his mouth.

You swear he's chanting a muffled verse, a muted plea for you to c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, let go for me, sweetheart, make a mess, that's it but you can't focus on the sound. Your ears are overtaken by the deafening rush of blood as you snap on Jiraiya's fingers, winding your own into the mane of white on his head and rutting against his face.

If you looked down, you'd find him grinning as you release, as you let go and squirt over his chin, his mouth, his nose when he sucks too hard and flips his tongue on your aching clit over and over and over again. By the time you finally come down to earth, chest heaving, Jiraiya's face is covered in your slick and he graces you with an ecstatic grin.

He climbs back over your body, covering you once again, before he pulls you into a messy kiss, petting his tongue over yours so you can taste yourself -- so you can taste what he does to you.

He beams down at you when he finally pulls off of your tongue, cock twitching at your spent, satisfied sigh. Your mouth is still open and before he can stop himself, Jiraiya is pursing his lips and letting a string of spit drip in your mouth. He swears he's dreaming at the way you swallow so eagerly, accepting any part of himself he's willing to give.

That's my good girl.

He knows you can't do much more than be a good little toy, knows you can't do much more than take what he gives you. And Jiraiya wouldn't have it any other way.

He never understood why men complained about taking the time to make a woman shake and quiver and cum her brains out. How is that reaction anything but a gift? The fruits of his labor are right in front of him: his pretty little toy, so open and pliable, laid out like an offering that only he will ever be able to taste.

"C'mere," Jiraiya murmurs. He slides his arms under your back and holds your limp body to his chest until you finally bring a weak hand to his back, trying to keep him closer. Your brain is barely functioning, that much you can tell when all you can think about is how big his shoulders are, how your hand can barely reach the middle of his back when one of his arms can wrap around your entire body. You moan and nuzzle into the sculpted, scarred pectoral at your cheek.

Even though your walls are still clenching with aftershocks, the thought reignites the coals in the pit of your stomach. Jiraiya brings something out in your soul, something carnal, and you can't help but press your clit against his hard thigh. Jiraiya laughs.

"Not enough for you, sweetheart?" he teases. "Need more of Jiraiya the Gallant?"

In a moment like this, Jiraiya does feel like one of his greatest characters. There's no rush, no battle, that could make him feel more alive than he does right now.

You can barely get anything out besides a faint please but that's more than enough for Jiraiya. He's fast, flipping himself on his back and taking you with him. In the back of his mind, he wonders if he should have taken his pants off completely but he'll settle for unlacing them without complaint.

You're malleable like this, unquestioning and grateful when he nudges his cock against your slit. He knows you're prepped, knows you'd open up so beautifully for him but Jiraiya thinks waiting just a little longer to truly indulge won't hurt -- even if you're begging for him.

You're a bit fussy but nothing Jiraiya can't handle. He shushes you gently when you try to push yourself up with shaky arms -- a laughable attempt at trying to take control -- and pulls you flush against his chest. No use in letting you try, not when he's the one who makes you feel this good.

A hand comes behind your head, tucking your face into his neck while the other engulfs your hip, steeling it in his grip so he can slide you against his cock how he wants.

"That's it," he praises. You whimper. "Now doesn't that feel good?" You can't lie; you can't do anything but nod. Jiraiya groans at how his tip catches on your needy hole. "Just slow down a bit, sweetheart. Really feel it."

Jiraiya is a master at reducing your entire universe to a single pinpoint. Nothing exists in this moment beyond the feel of his cock against your lips and you can't think of anywhere you'd rather be.

Jiraiya's patience starts to slip and he tentatively angles his hips up, lets his cock slide into you by just an inch. You cling to the sensitive head, force him to exhale through his teeth. He knows you want to sink down onto him. And while he knows you can take it -- you have so many times before -- he still has that lingering hint of doubt in the back of his mind. He feels like he's splitting you in half with just the tip of his cock. How do you handle him over and over without breaking in two?

You make such beautiful music for him, squirming and whining and arching your back as if you know better than the legend that lays below you. It's cute. Jiraiya loves to play with you, loves to ease back into the soft pillows just like this and give you a tiny taste of his massive cock.

"Careful, kid. You're gonna hurt yourself." He presses an extra inch into you, in a sadistic show of mercy. "Just let the master take the lead, yeah?"

How he manages to keep such a playful tone is beyond you. You suppose the years of undercover missions have given him the ability to keep his head cool under pressure. But Jiraiya's never felt a pressure quite like the tight clench of your pussy and he's losing his control by the second.

"J-Jiraiya," you stutter. "Jiraiya, please." You wish you could be more eloquent, could fully articulate that if you don't feel his cock soon, you might combust on top of him but you can only manage the simplest of words.

Luckily, that's all Jiraiya needs.

Well, because you asked so nicely...

He spears you down on his cock, forces your pussy to open up for him in one fluid motion. When you finally meet his pelvis with a loud squelch, you can't do much else beyond dig your nails into his chest, bite at his pulse point, and let out a relieved thank you that you don't even realize left your lips.

Jiraiya hums while he savors your tightness. He brings both of his hands to your hips, pulling you almost all of the way off his cock, and yanks you back down.

Your scream is one of instinct, a carnal thing that makes Jiraiya shake underneath you.

"Oh, fuck, sweetheart." His fingertips dig into your skin as he repeats the motion. "Th-that what you wanted?"

You manage to nod but the words spill over your tongue before you can help yourself.

"B-big," you stammer. "Jiraiya... t-too -- you're so big."

Fuck.

Jiraiya tastes iron in his mouth before he realizes that he's bitten his tongue. He almost pulls you up again but decides to push back, to draw you over his cock, back and forth, to grind against your back walls so you convulse and shake and beg for more.

"That's right." Jiraiya's voice pitches down almost an entire octave; you can feel it rumble in his chest. "That's right, baby. Just feel it. Feel that big cock, princess."

And you do. You don't think you'll ever be able to feel anything else. The cooed praise in your ear, the constant refrain of what a good girl, is enough to make you go insane. You're not sure if you want to drool or scream or weep so you settle for clinging to his broad shoulders and humping across his lap as much as he'll allow.

Jiraiya loves how you keen at his sugarcoated words, squirming and speared between the filth on his tongue and the mess where your bodies meet. One of his hands leaves your skin to prod at your parted lips, his attempt to calm you down just enough to keep you still. And as you suckle at his fingers, Jiraiya can't stop telling you how fucking perfect you are for letting him ruin you like this.

You're dripping all over me, sweetheart. Can you hear it? Can't even help it either -- just need my cock that bad, huh?

So good, such a good girl for me. Such a good girl for letting an old man like me have you. 'S the best pussy I've ever had, this tight little cunt sucks me in so well.

Squeezing me so tight, kid. Don't wanna let me out -- that it? Careful or you're gonna give me a heart attack. Gonna -- fuck -- gonna make this old heart give out. Don't worry, gonna take care of you first, promise. Just gotta take this big cock, just lemme make you feel good.

Nice and full, yeah? All stuffed full? Tch, look at you. Sayin' I'm too big and still begging for more.

You're so pretty, the way you allow him to grind you against his cock. But your needy mewls and unintelligible pleas are nothing compared to the way you fall apart on him, the way you squeeze his cock so tight, Jiraiya isn't sure if he'll ever be able to pull out.

Your cunt holds onto him, greedy for his cum but it's the way you whimper his name that makes Jiraiya lose control, spilling himself inside you and coating your insides until there's nothing left untouched by him. He pushes and pulls you on his cock, bucking his hips up so his tip kisses the back of your walls, letting out heaving, stuttering breaths as he falls apart.

His heart is racing as he comes down from his high, suddenly aware at how you lay on his chest, limp and shaking and nuzzling at his neck. Even sweaty and exhausted, you somehow manage to be the most beautiful thing Jiraiya's ever seen.

Jiraiya sighs, a content, pleased sound, as he wraps his arms around your back to pull you tight to his skin. He's warmth and comfort and home in a single body.

It's easy to forget how big Jiraiya is, you think as you listen to his pulse under your ear. But as his heart thumps in time with your breathing, you're positive that you're not going to forget again.

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— where they like to cum

various x gn!reader

summary: a little hdc on where the naruto boys favorite place to cum

word count: 33

ass; obito, gaara, tobirama, izuna, neji, hidan, guy

breasts; itachi, sasori, jiraiya, shikamaru, kakashi, minato, asuma, kabuto, sai

face/mouth; naruto, indra, deidara, rock lee, kiba

breeds you; madara, shisui, hashirama, sasuke, shino

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Congrats on 400! My request is:

person a and person b both had a very long, frustrating day. When the two of them are home and alone together, they decide to fuck out their frustration, which ends with them both being calmer than they were before. Could it be with Jiraiya and female reader? Thank you so much! Congrats again!

It takes a lot to put Jiraiya in a bad mood. It’s even more rare that you both come home in a terrible mood. Jiraiya comes home to find you sitting on the couch with the television. You’re staring at it blankly with your jaw clenched as you think about how everything went wrong today. Jiraiya is filled with similar thoughts while he walks back to the bathroom to take a shower.

Your mind is swirling with anger. When you got home, you were seeing red. Although you've calmed down a bit your nerves still stand on end. Your body is tingling with the desire to release your frustration somehow. As Jiraiya stands underneath the warm water, he is filled with the same feelings. His mind wanders to your form sitting on the couch wearing just a shirt and those lacy red panties he’d bought you.

He comes out a few moments later, and sits down on the couch beside you just wearing his towel. His head leans back against the couch as he lets out a long sigh. Your eyes linger over his toned muscles, trailing down to the line of his cock against the towel. Desire bubbles in your gut when you realize the perfect release is sitting right beside you.

In an instant you’ve moved to straddle his lap. Your lips begin assaulting his neck at the same time his hands grip onto your thighs. A growl rumbles in his chest when you grind against his cock.

“Don’t test me tonight, princess,” he warns you.

You lean back and pull your shirt off. Jiraiya’s hungry eyes fall to your tits before leaning forward to seize one of your nipples in his mouth. His teeth scrape against the sensitive bud, drawing a deep whine from you. Your hips grind against him again at the same time you drag your nails down his broad chest. He moves your wet panties to the side to rub your clit in rough circles.

“Hm, so wet already,” he teases.

“You’re one to talk,” you smirk as you reach down to palm his hard cock.

He growls before lifting you off his lap so he can stand up. He takes off the towel and tosses it to the side. Your mouth waters as you eye his impressive length. He pushes you so that you’re kneeling against the arm of the couch. He positions himself behind you, and you think he’s going to enter you roughly. Instead you let out a gasp when he slaps your ass.

“I told you not to test me,” he says as another harsh slap lands. His fingers dip between your folds.

Desperate moans leave you when his fingers sink into your entrance. He curls them just right to hit the most sensitive spot on your walls as he pumps the digits in and out of you.

“Fuck,” you moan.

Just as white hot pleasure begins to coil in your core, Jiraiya pulls his fingers out of you. Another slap on your ass causes you to jolt in surprise. He reaches down to pump his aching cock while looking at the red prints on your ass. He drags the head of his cock up and down your slit.

“You want this cock, baby girl?” he asks through gritted teeth. “You want me to fuck you until you can’t think about anything else?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you beg.

“Good girl,” he grunts at the same time he stretches your walls with his thick cock.

Your fingers dig into the couch as he begins fucking you roughly. He takes a handful of your hair and tugs on it as he pumps in and out of you without mercy. The head of his cock repeatedly brushes against your cervix. His free hand snakes around your thighs so he can rub your clit in time with his thrusting. The pleasure pooling in your core clouds your thoughts until all you can think about is wanting to cum all over his cock.

“I’m so close,” you whine. “Please don’t stop.”

Jiraiya quickens his motions to bring you over the edge with as much intensity as possible. Your vision cuts to static when your orgasm shudders through you. His name falls from your lips over and over as he continues fucking you through each wave of fiery pleasure.

His arm wraps around your abdomen to pull you back against his chest so that you’re sitting on his lap while he keeps fucking you. His lips assault your neck and shoulders, leaving careless marks on your skin.

“I’m gonna fill your tight little pussy with my cum,” his voice is hot against your ear.

“Fuck yes,” you moan.

A few more deep thrusts, and he does just that. He paints your walls white with strings of warm cum. Continuing his sloppy thrusts until he’s emptied every drop inside of you.

You stay in this position as you both come down from your highs. His hands roam over your body until he feels himself starting to get hard inside of you.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” he grunts as he starts thrusting slowly.

“Or maybe I’m not finished with you,” you argue back as your hips roll against him.

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