I SLOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR BLESSING MY EYES WITH THIS

I SLOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR BLESSING MY EYES WITH THIS

WORDS CANT EXPLAIN HOW HAPLY I WAS TO SEE THIS ON MY FEED IM LEGIT TWEAKING OUT RN OVER THIS

2000's punk Beelzebub.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 (ft. Yamato & Kakashi Hatake)

Featuring - Yamato Tenzo & Kakashi Hatake x GN!Reader

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - Mentions of bondage, BDSM, D/S Relationships, Edging, & Unprotected Sex

A - Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

When it comes to aftercare, both of them are nothing less than exceptional. Once your both finished, they'll waste no time running you a warm bath or bringing you a damp cloth to clean up with afterwards, along with water and anything else their precious Y/N desires. After your both finished cleaning yourselves up and changing the sheets they'll be quick to cling right back onto you, gently wrapping their arms around you and whispering endless praise while nuzzling their nose into the crook of your neck.

B - Body Part (Favorite Body Part of yours and theirs)

For Yamato, his favorite body part on himself is his hands. To him, his entire existence has been nothing but violence and bloodshed. The idea of the same hands being used to take the lives of others also being used to pleasure and amuse the one he loves and adore the most in this world is unworldly to the Shinobi. He can't help but feel an unfamiliar warmth on the inside at the sight of his hands easily outsizing yours when they envelop each other, knowing he'll always be able to find comfort in you. The man finds it impossible to favor a single part of you, especially when Yamato loves and worships your entire existence. You added a light to his life no other soul has, and to that he devotes his entire being to you. To him, you're above anything and everything in this corrupted world, and he'll have no issue putting you above any of his duties or commands when the time comes.

But for Kakashi, his favorite part of himself is his abs. He knows how weak you become at the mere sight of them, that's why he puts more effort into training them than any other part of his perfectly-crafted body. He'll invite you to train with him just to play oblivious at how tightly you rub your thighs together whenever he flashes a glimpse them while using his damp black tank to wipe the glistening sweat gathering at his brow after finishing his set. He'll spend the entirety of the day teasing you like this just to end it with him digging crescent shaped marks into your hips as he guides you up and down his gorgeously toned abdomen, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he marvels at the sight of you coming undone on top of him. When it comes to his dearest Y/N, Kakashi loves your neck the most. He just can't get enough of the sight of your neck adorned with gorgeous jewelry that complements your skin-tone flawlessly. But then again, the sight of your neck adorned and littered with his "Love-bites" and hickeys may top it. Hearing your soft-breathy moans and sharp gasps echoing off the walls and filling the room as he bites and sucks another hickey into your heated, sweat-slicked skin only eggs him on more, especially when he knows you'll be flaunting it off alongside the newest piece of jewelry he's added to your already large collection.

C - Cum (Anything to do with Cum)

Yamato's cum is slightly sweet and bitter with a slight woodiness to it, but it's mainly tasteless. It's easy to tell when he's on the edge, he gets whiny and painfully vocal, spewing out broken 'I love yous' and soft begs whenever he's dangerously close, all it takes is the greenlight from his Beloved for him to break and ruin himself once more for you. He cums a lot and even after being told to stay still, he can't help but gently rut his hips into your slowly pumping palm as he rides out his crashing orgasm. He's always such a good boy for you, he just can't help but chase his high after what felt like hours of edging.

Kakashi's cum is on the saltier side, it's not too overpowering but the taste really does linger longer that Yamato's. He'll fuck you full of it for hours on end making sure none of his precious seed goes to waste. The man lives for the sight of your tight hole dripping and leaking with his fluids, wiping it up with his fingers just to raise them up to your gaped mouth for you to suck clean. He doesn't cum as much as Yamato, but he still cums a lot nonetheless and there's nothing Kakashi hates more than seeing any of it go to waste. He'll pump you senseless with his cum until he feels satisficed with his work, he makes sure you understand how lucky you are to be his permanent fucktoy, how lucky you are to receive praise and comfort from him afterwards, and how lucky you are to be plugged full with his precious seed inside of you once he's has his fill.

D - Dirty secret (A Dirty secret of theirs)

Yamato seems like a somewhat average man, besides previously being a feared Anbu Captain known for the "unique" Wood-style Jutsu he holds. But when it comes to you, he holds many filthy secrets and fantasies only you know. He loves being restrained or tied up by you, knowing he's at your full mercy, utterly helpless for you to take him however you see fit. It makes his head spin as he awaits your searing touch upon his bare skin, the feeling of your warm breath feathering upon the cold sensitive shell of his ear as you tease and lazily stroke the slit of his leaky reddened tip mixed with the tight-well tied rope keeping his movements restricted, he craves it.

Kakashi on the other hand, doesn't have many dirty secrets. Just about anyone with eyes and knowledge of the books he publicly reads without shame can guess what type of person he is. He has a habit of trying out any scenes or positions that catches his eye while reading 'Icha Icha' or any other Adult-Romance Books he can get his hands on. It's easy to tell whenever he's come up with another dirty plan to fill the quiet night just by the devilish gleam in his eye as he lingers on a certain page longer than usual in whatever book he's reading.

E - Experience (How much Experience they have in the bedroom)

Before meeting you, both of them had little to no experience at all. With the duties of being Shinobi and the weight of the leaf on their shoulders, neither of them had the time nor worry for sexual pleasure. They didn't see a need for it nor interest in anyone for them to go out of their ways to receive it, until you that is. At first sight, they had no other thoughts on their mind besides you.

Kakashi couldn't help but imagine you in place of the love interest in any of his smutty novels, roughly stroking himself and clawing at his chest to the thought of any interactions shared between the two of you. He was weak for you, his mind cloudy with desire. You were a painfully addictive drug to him, and he knew he wouldn't be right in the head until you were his.

Yamato was just as bad as his senpai, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself that he didn't need you, that he had no time for relationships, that you would only be a burden for his work, he just couldn't rid you from his mind. He needed you, it wasn't until he became apart of Team Kakashi and spent more time in the Leaf as a Jounin that he truly realized it. From that point on, he romanticized and obsessed over any little interaction or touch you two shared, you have to admit he was good with hiding his true feelings and intentions in the beginning. Too bad that pitiful act of denial could only last for so long.

F - Favorite Position (Their Favorite Position(s))

Yamato loves any position where he can see your face, he needs to see the way your face beautifully twists in pleasure whenever the vibrations of his low groans and pants hits your core. Your needy whimpers and broken calls of his name undeniably drives him crazy, but they just aren't enough for him. He needs to see how your eyes flutter as they roll to the back of your head, how your brows adorably scrunch together as you tighten the grip on his deep brown locks from between your closing thighs, how your puffy kiss-swollen lips get caught between your teeth as you try and choke down a sharp gasp whenever he inserts another finger into your already full hole as he urges for that pesky knot in your stomach to snap.

Kakashi's take on this is different though. Kakashi loves any position where he can see exactly where you two connect, missionary, doggy, lotus, he lives for the sight of your painfully needy hole sucking him in with every lovingly-rough thrust. The sight of your fluids seeping down his shaft, to his thighs, and onto the soaked sheets as he draws you towards your next orgasm, it kills him. The lewd sight paired with the sound of his hips roughly connecting to yours only fuels the burning fire in his stomach more. He needs to see just how far he can push his favorite little plaything, how much you can give him, how much you can take.

G - Goofy (Do they lean on the more serious or Goofy side during the deed)

Both have a goofy side to them during the moment, it's second nature for them to find humor in just about any situation. They both have their ways of cracking dirty jokes during the act, It's hard not to let out a light sigh or chuckle whenever Yamato makes an unexpected filthy joke while you pleasure him from below.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

They both keep themselves well groomed down there it's not entirely shaved (unless you want it to be), but its still fairly tamed. Neither of them can stand the feeling of having a lot of hair down there, especially with all the movement they have to do throughout the day as Shinobi.

Yamato prefers to keep his a tad longer than Kakashi's, he has a deep brown happy trail that travels up his abdomen and into a light dusting on his toned chest. As for body hair, he has a light dusting of it along his forearms and legs that thins out towards his upper thighs.

Kakashi's body hair matches the shade of his mane, its a light grey that damn-near borderlines white. Unlike Yamato, he has a happy trail that cuts off perfectly below his navel. The light shade of his thin body hair on top of his pale skin makes it hard to see, but when the light shines on him just right you can visibly see the body hair trailing along his arms and legs.

I - Intimacy (How Intimate are they?)

Yamato is always intimate with you, he's utterly in love with you and it’s painfully obvious. Even when you two are apart he can’t help but think of you or brag about you to his friends, and that love and obsession for you only grows whenever you praise him for his exceptional work in the bedroom.

Kakashi is the type to break multiple bed frames with you. He tries his hardest to hold back, he swears, but when it comes to you the man can’t help but lose control. Despite this, he's surprisingly intimate with you both during and outside of sex. He makes it known that he's in a serious relationship and it's obvious to others how utterly whipped he is for you. He's quick to drop names like 'My Love' or to wrap an arm or two around your waist whenever he notices someone being a bit too friendly with you in public. And what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't make sure his precious Y/N understood who they rightfully belonged to as he chokes out lewd praises and soft degradation through gritted teeth while he wrecks your insides, spilling and coating them in his warm seed once more.

J - Jack-Off (How often do they masturbate?/Masturbation Headcanons)

Back in his Anbu days, the last thing on Yamato's mind was masturbation or any sexual fantasies at that. He was constantly busy with missions or planning their next moves that he never really had time to worry or think about matters like that. (100% was a virgin before him and you did it for the first time) He could easily go weeks without it, although it would come with a bit of frustration every once in a while due to the lack of self-pleasure. It wasn't until he met you that he started doing it more often, you made him feel a way no other person has ever made him feel. The feeling confused him at first, it was unfamiliar to him, but in a good way.

Kakashi on the other hand, was more familiar with the idea and act of touching himself. He knows the one simple solution to any frustration or stress he may hold after any lengthy or uncalled-for missions. He knows the sinful high he obtains whenever he finds himself alone in bed nose-deep in one of his smutty novels all too well. One hand gently brushing his lower abdomen as he slides it down the waistband of his loose sweats. The low needy groans and curses that spill from the bottom of his chest as he teases the already drooling tip of his cock while imagining your warm palm slowly stroking him off, he can barely keep his heavy eyelids open as he grazes over the filthy pages of his book, picturing every lewd position within the pages with you and him in mind.

K - Kink (Some Kinks of theirs)

Yamato - Praise/Worship, Degradation, Bondage, Eye Contact, Mutual Masturbation, Power Exchange, D/S, Auralism Kakashi - Praise/Worship, Breeding, Impact Play, Roleplay, Mutual Masturbation, Oral, Hand/Blow Jobs, D/S, Marking, Brat-Taming

L - Location (Favorite Location(s) to do the act)

Both are highly respected Shinobi who each have enough on their plates to worry about, the last thing they need is a scandal floating around. They both prefer to do the deed in somewhere private such as the bedroom or anywhere where it’s only you and him. But... you'd be lying if you said you and Kakashi haven't done it a few times in an abandoned alleyway or in the public hotsprings late at night, hell even in the Hokage's Office in broad daylight..

M - Motivation (What turns them on/gets them going)

Yamato is adorably easy to tease, it doesn't take much from you to have him a blushing-stuttering mess. At first his love and obsession for you was something as innocent as a first crush, but it wasn't long before that innocent love grew into something more lustful. He's been starved of any romantic experiences all his life, all it takes to weaken his little façade is a few "accidental" brushes painfully close to his manhood, your glossy eyes lingering on his lips a bit too long whenever he speaks, or even something as small as you brushing your fingers against his while taking documents or papers from him.

Kakashi is able to hide his feelings and true intentions easily, his poker face is truly unmatched. Kakashi himself is a tease, he'll make plans for you two to go on duo missions together, brushing his manhood against your ass whenever passing by you, or even doing something as blunt as inviting you to the hotsprings with him all while playing oblivious to the suggestive situations he's put you two in. Although he himself is a tease, he can also be genuinely oblivious to any of your attempts at flirting. The best way to break him out of his little façade is be blunt and straight forward with him, whisper in his ear how badly you need him to fuck your brains out or peek over his shoulder and say how you'd 'love to try that one out' whenever he's reading one of his smutty novels and watch how quickly the tips of his pale ears turn to a pretty shade of pink.

N - No No's (Something they refuse/won't do)

Neither of them would do anything that would result in permanent damage for the both of you. Mentally, physically, emotionally, they can't stand the thought of hurting the one they care about the most. Both of them has had enough hurt and loss in their life, they cant bare to imagine hurting you in any of the ways they've hurt others in the past. It'll honestly take them a while to really let loose when having sex due to the fear of harming you in any way, shape, or form. You'll have to constantly reassure them that you can take it, that it wont hurt you, and that your not going anywhere unless its with them.

O - Oral (Preferences in giving/receiving, along with experience/skill with Oral)

Both had little to no skill with it when you first got together, you had to teach them what you liked and how to properly please you. But once they finally got a taste of your release, it was damn near impossible for you to remove them from between your limp thighs. They could easily spend hours between your legs, hands resting on your thighs, the two of you filling the room with lustful moans, wet slurping sounds, and the muttered out praises between kisses placed onto your heat by them.

Kakashi undeniably had a bit more experience when it came to oral, with as many smutty books and adult-romance novels he's indulged in, he's picked up a bit of knowledge on how and what to do to please someone.

Yamato on the other had, had little to no experience or knowledge on the topic. Though he'd be lying if he said he hasn't imagined what it would feel like to receive a blowjob or to be the one on the giving end, but with his work in the Anbu, he never had the time nor interest to actually pursue someone to solve his curiosity, until he met you that is.

P - Pace (Fast and Rough? Intimate and Sensual? What Pace do they go for?)

Yamato's pace will usually be intimate and sensual. But after a few stressful missions back to back or hours on end of you teasing him throughout the day, the man can't help but snap. When he's feeling more intimate, he'll be on the bottom or the submissive side of the ordeal, you can expect all types of worship and praise to be muttered through his puffy kiss-swollen lips. But when he's feeling more stressed and in need of relief, you can expect to find yourself with your lower back slightly lifted from the mattress as your legs dangle from his muscular forearms. He wastes no time drawing multiple world-crushing orgasms out of you whenever he hits that certain spongy spot that causes you to go cross-eyed. His strokes are quick, but precise, its easy to tell when he's close just by the babbled praise and messy thrusts as he chases his own personal high.

Kakashi's pace is usually rough and quick. His precise lengthy thrusts could only be described as animalistic, even in the moments where he attempts to be more "slow and sensual" At the start of your relationship, it seemed as if you'd never be able to coax him into being even the slightest bit of rough with you, but as time progressed and he felt more comfortable with you, it was damn near impossible to get him to slow down unless you said the implanted safeword. The sound of sweat-slicked skin pounding against skin along with your broken desperate calls of his name echoed off the walls and it only pushed him further, he needed you more than he needed life itself and what better way of showing it than pleasing you better than any other man could ever imagine. The way he felt about you was nothing less than primal, he had a carnal need for you, for the sound of your adorably pathetic babbles as he drilled you into the mattress. He knew you could handle it, he knew you loved this just as much as him, if not more. Besides, what better reward is there for his hardwork other than the beautiful scratches and crescent shaped indents you littered along his chest, back, and biceps.

Q - Quickies (How do they feel about Quickies? Would they like/dislike them? etc.)

Yamato prefers something more slow and intimate, but as a highly demanded Shinobi, some days all he has is the time for a quickie. He feels that the love and appreciation he has for you could never be properly expressed through a quickie, then again something is better than nothing.

Same goes for Kakashi, He prefers something longer, then again he has no issue providing you with something quick if you ask for it. All it takes is for you to yank him down by the collar of his vest while explicitly telling him all of the unholy acts you'd like to commit with him along the way for him to melt and give into your lust.

R - Risk (How risky are they?)

Both are somewhat cautious of your surroundings during the moment, risk is something that’s rarely taken with these two.

Although, when it comes down to it Kakashi is by far the most risky between the two. He just can’t help himself around you when every little thing about you drives him mad. He has no shame in pulling you into his lap from behind and brushing his thick half-hard cock against your ass while in the public hot springs late at night. Same goes for him breaking you two off from the group just to pin your back against the dead end of a darkened alleyway just to steal a “few” kisses while out with the rest of the Leaf-Sensei.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go before they call quits?)

From the ass-crack of dawn to the rise of tomorrows sun, both of their stamina is unmatched when it comes to you. Both can last multiple rounds without getting tired, of course they'll be willing to take breaks in between for water, snacks, a quick intermission, whatever you need they'll be more than willing to provide. But if they had the choice, you two would be at it fucking like rabbits for hours on end.

T - Toys (Do they own/use them? What are their opinions on them?)

The idea of owning sex toys had never really crossed Yamato's mind. it wasn't until he and the other Leaf-Sensei had a talk about them during a night of drinking that he decided to get one. Needless to say, he didn't regret it, not one bit.

Even before he and you got together, Kakashi still owned an impressive collection. Cock rings, vibrators, dildos, you think of it, he most likely owns it. He's always been the experimental type when it came to himself and his likes/kinks. If he read about a certain toy or position that ever made him softly throb or get hot and bothered in the slightest, you could expect to see it added and crossed off his list of positions/toys to try out within the same week.

U - Unfair (How Unfair are they? Are they a tease? etc.)

Yamato doesn't think he's unfair, he just sees it as a little punishment every once in a while. And there's nothing wrong with a bit of harmless discipline. Having you bound to a chair in your shared room with his wood restraints as he slowly undresses you isn't "unfair", neither is leaving you to go untouched while he silently undresses himself and splays himself out on the bed in front of you. He hates this just as much as you do, but then again it was your relentless teasing beforehand that lead you to this position to begin with. and now look you, left to sit untouched while your always patient boyfriend slowly pumps his cock while repeating all of the filthy phrases and teases you used on him beforehand, those lustful sayings that sound 10 times dirtier coming out of his mouth. He knows how much you love to see him like this, his deep brown locks lightly sticking to his sweat-slicked skin as he quickens his pace, the repeated phrases being cut off by his beautiful moans, gasps, and whimpers. Don't worry, once he's finished he'll release his jutsu just so you can clean up the mess you've made of him, and help him create another out of you.

Kakashi is definitely a tease, most of the time its intentional, other times he's genuinely oblivious as to what he did to make you this flustered. Those adult-romance novels he's indulged in over the years taught him a decent amount of ways to flirt and tease others. His eyes have a natural tendency to gravitate towards you, he's never seen or met a person as stunning as you, the idea that he's actually dating someone as kind and smart as you really does shock him, especially for someone who's always thought he wasn't deserving of the love he reads in books or sees in public. Sometimes he isn't fully aware whenever his eyes linger on you for a concerning amount of time, it isn't until his eyes meet yours once more that he snaps back to reality. You may think he was doing it just to be a tease or a flirt, but in all honestly the man was just genuinely enamored with you.

V - Volume (How loud are they during the moment?)

Yamato is on the quieter side, light whimpers, groans, sighs, and pleads can always be heard falling from his lips during the moment. But some nights those soft sounds could easily turn into deep groans, curses, and words of praise or degradation, sometimes even a mix of both.

Along with the sound of the headboard roughly hitting the wall, sweat-slicked skin mercilessly slamming against each other, and your pleasured cries, Kakashi's dirty commentary, praise, deep groans, and heavy sighs can be heard all throughout the house.

W - Wild Card (Unexpected headcanon for them)

Yamato prefers being on the bottom or the submissive position while having sex. Although being an amazing lover and beyond perfect in bed, he still has doubts about himself, so he's frequent to offer himself for you to use however you like. And he wouldn't call himself a masochist, but.. He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy your teasing that practically borderlines degradation or the slight wince of pain he'd get whenever he struggled against the beautifully tied rope binding his muscular body.

Kakashi would definitely roleplay some of his favorite scenes from the books he's read with you. After the flawless act he pulled off playing Sukea, I wouldn't be surprised if he used this little skill of his for more personal situations. He'd bring up the idea, rehearse the lines that lead up to "The Scene" with you, prepare costumes, the whole shabang. He'd be adorably invested in it too, it's hard not to break character and giggle with how serious he is with his part. And when you do break character you can expect him to playfully scold you.

X - X-Ray (What's going on under their clothes)

Yamato has a more stocky build, he has freckles across his shoulders, back, and upper thighs along with being littered in scars and scrapes from battle. I can totally see him using himself as a human shield for others whenever he's too low on chakra to preform his wood-style. He has a decent amount of body hair including a deep brown happy trail that leads up into light dusting of hair across his chest (gorgeous huge honkers and FAT ass btw) As for length, he's EXACTLY 7 inches on the dot and thick, so expect a decent amount of foreplay/oral before he really starts the fun part.

Kakashi has a more lean/athletic build, his scarring/battle-damage isn't as bad as Yamato's but it's still severe. Besides the basic battle-scarring, he also has lightning scars along his forearms and hands from early workshopping of his Lightning-type Justus. For body hair, he has a greyish white happy trail that cuts off perfectly below his navel and a thin light-colored dusting of it on his forearms, legs, besides that Kakashi doesn't grow that much body hair. For length, he's about 7 1/4 inches and a bit thinner than Yamato, and those two have definitely compared sizes before.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?/How badly do they Yearn for their s/o?)

Before Yamato had no sex drive at all, But now, Yamato's sex drive is at an all-time high. He's a highly demanded Shinobi who's almost always busy with work, and unfortunately he can't decline every little mission or task he's given now that he's a Leaf Jounin. But when it comes to yearning, he always yearns for you. It's beyond obsession or a simple want, his mind is always cloudy and subconsciously thinking of you, your smile, your laugh, your scent, everything. It damn near drives the man crazy whenever he's sent on day or week long missions without you by his side.

Kakashi has a painfully high sex drive, and when he can't be buried balls-deep in you, he'll be nose-deep in some book at borderlines straight up pornography. As for yearning, its the same as Yamato. Those 'Icha Icha' novels and other smutty books can only fix his craving for so long. The man previously known for turning a usually 5 long day mission into a week long one just to have extra time to himself will now easily cut a usually 1 week mission into a 3 day trip just to be back in your arms as soon as possible.

Z - Zzz... (How quickly do they fall asleep after they call quits?)

Yamato falls asleep the quickest out of the two. He'll always have energy for aftercare, and once that's over with he's ready to sleep. Preferably with his limbs intertwined with yours as he rests his head on your chest, the sound of your heartbeat easily comforts and calms him like no other, you're everything to this man and the reassurance that you're still with him will always bring peace to his troubled heart. You've added color to his previously grey life, to him you were the light that guided him out of the dark past he helplessly succumbed to. With you he didn't feel like he had to be something he wasn't, he didn't have to be Kinoe or Tenzo. Throughout his entire life, he never knew exactly who or what he was, but what he does know is that he loves the person he became with you and that's all that matters to him.

Kakashi is a bit of a night-owl due to his overthinking keeping him up most nights, but after a few rounds with you along with lengthy aftercare and he's just about ready to pass out. But not before you, he'll never sleep before you. He's grown so accustomed to hearing the sound of your soft snores and mumbles as you sleep that he can barley get good shut-eye without it. His arms gently hold you close to him as he spoons you from behind, he's so grateful for you and everything you've done for him throughout the time you two have been together. He's never imagined he could get this close to someone without harming or scaring them off, and he's positive that if he had the change to tell a younger him that he was able to find genuine love and comfort in someone as perfect as you, his past-self wouldn't believe a single part of it. He couldn't be any happier with his life now, with himself as a whole. You taught him self-forgiveness, something that he lacked in his guilt-riddled life. It's all thanks to you that he was able to let go of his past and build himself a better future, a future that he never imagined living to see, a future that he wants you to be apart of more than anything.

REAL THO

HE GETS DOWN, HE DONT PLAY 🗣️⁉️⁉️⁉️

Literally Mammon

Probably Mephistopheles interviewing him for something or maybe Levi for a podcast 😂

Cherries

Jiraiya x Reader. MDNI 18+ only. Ao3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“To your work.” You offered

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You pushed his chest slightly, “you wish.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thought girls liked scars.” He joked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please Jiraiya, please!” You begged

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

“Yes! Fuck yes please. Let me cum!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For Cherry, Page 73.

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

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

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

Lucifer Headcanons

Warnings - GN!Reader, NSFT topics, mentions of bondage, BDSM, Brat taming, S/M

Characters - GN!Reader x Lucifer

Author note - First time writing for something like this so bear with me on these 😭🙏🏾

Loves both praise and degradation, he adores being told how pretty he looks and how well he’s doing while bottoming just as much as he loves hearing you remind him of how lewd and slutty he looks and sounds begging and whining for more under you.

Switch with a Dom lean, while domming he’s just as greedy and possessive as Mammon when it comes to you.

Mainly choked down whines and repeated pleads/begs while subbing, he’s far too prideful to let too many whines and begs slip but enough foreplay and teasing beforehand can really break down that wall of pride he sets up.

100% a service sub, he’ll put your pleasure before his every single time if it means he’ll get to see and hear just how well he’s doing for his human.

Harsh/Controlling while domming, he won’t hesitate to edge you for hours on end without release if he feels as if you don’t deserve it yet (especially if you were being too bratty for his liking)

On that note, he’s definitely a Brat Tamer, seeing someone so “inferior” to him treat him as if he’s below them really does tap into something primal within him especially when it gives him such a good reason to tie you up in any lewd position he sees fit later on.

Strong bondage kink, whether it’s him tied up for you to use him however you wish or you tied down to his bed all perfect and ready for him to use or punish as he sees fit.

Whenever he’s feeling particularly sadistic, Impact play will always be his go-to’s, I can see Lucifer having his own collection of S/M toys.

But at the end of the day, there’s no paddle nor crop that compares to the feeling of his bare palm delivering harsh slaps to your ass for each and every bratty or snarky remark you made that day.

Appearance wise, he’s cut with a light black and gray happy trail, he’s on the thinner side but he’s thick for human-standards nonetheless.