Imagine Diavolo Fucking You At A Gentle Pace While He Holds Your Hand, He Whispers Sweet Nothings To

Imagine Diavolo fucking you at a gentle pace while he holds your hand, he whispers sweet nothings to your ear, calling you his sweet little human. Also gives the best aftercares! and always makes time for you even when busy, make you cockwarm him while he works.

He's such a sweetheart <3

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.

Yamato NSFW Alphabet

I honesty have no idea why i did this i was bored but i hope u guys like it ! if u want me to write this for someone else, lmk :3

warnings: nsfw, praise kink, & body worship

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The king of aftercare, since he knows how rough he can get with you. While sex is quite rough and passionate, his sweet side comes back immediately after he comes off his high. He’ll hold you for a little bit before getting up to run the both of you a bath. He’ll tell you to pick out a bath bomb or bubble bath and get in, and he’ll join you after he changes the sheets and lights a candle in the bedroom. He likes to massage your shoulders while you lay with your back against his chest. Sometimes he’ll even wash your hair for you, and pepper your soapy scalp with kisses. After your bath, there is a 50/50 shot that you will run naked back to your room, since you forgot your pajamas.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of his own is his arms. He has very well-defined arms, and he really likes how they look, but he also likes them because he can carry you with them. He knows that his arms are the reason he can do everything he can. He can protect his friends, his village, and most importantly, you. Also, you really love his arms, so that transferred over to him as well.

His favorite body part of yours would definitely be your nose. It’s definitely weird, but he just finds it cute when you express stuff with your nose, such as scrunching it up. He loves giving you kisses on the nose, expect to get at least twenty every single day. Sometimes he will bite your nose if he is feeling a little silly and goofy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Since Yamato has such high stamina, his favorite thing to do is make you cum so many times that you can’t really walk or remember your name at all. Again, he is quite rough sometimes, and can get caught up in just seeing your face when you cum, since it is very pretty when your eyes roll back just because he is making you feel that good.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Wears lingerie sometimes just to catch you off guard. Also, he has a very defined ass, and with him wearing some black lace panties? Goddamn does his ass look absolutely delectable. *licks lips*

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He had absolutely no idea what he was doing before he met you. He never felt he deserved to be loved or pleasured, until you showed him how much of a darling he is, and that he is more than deserving of love and affection! Though, he is a very fast learner, so the awkward stages of sex pass by very quickly as you get in tune with each other.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position which allows him to see your face. Missionary, off the edge of the bed, etc. He can’t help wanting to look at your pretty face while he makes your eyes roll back in your head and your legs start to shake. Also, he wants to be able to see your lips if, god forbid, you need to utter your safe word, and your words aren’t strong enough to be heard over, well, the sex.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be goofy sometimes, but mostly he is serious. Sometimes he’ll push your tits together and make fart noises with his mouth between them. If he slips out by accident, he’ll make a pop noise with his mouth and giggle before slipping back in. He’s just a silly little guy sometimes, even while rearranging your insides, he can’t help it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Very, and I mean very, well groomed. The carpets match the drapes indeed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

So goddamn romantic, dear god. He will call you ‘my love’ or ‘darling’ while dirty talking, and hold your cheeks and press kisses all over your skin while you’re having sex. Sometimes, when he’s feeling extra romantic, he will set up a whole afternoon for the two of you. He’ll make you a romantic dinner for when you come back from work, have rose petals leading into the bedroom with candles all laid out ahead of time, and he has everything already set up for a bubble bath afterwards. He truly feels that sex isn’t just about pleasure, but equally about the romantic connection between the two of you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If you’re away on missions for too long, he definitely will, but never when you are home, since the two of you are on the same page about communicating your sexual needs to each other. When you are gone though, he does have a few pictures that you took of yourself, but nothing really compares to the real thing. Sometimes he even gets really sad with post nut clarity because he really doesn’t want to masterbate, he wants to fuck you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise and degradation kink, the absolute double whammy. He loves it when you praise him for making you cum telling him “oh you are such a good boy making me cum like that,” yet he also likes to be called your manwhore. That shit riles him up, makes him go much more rough and hard than before.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Kind of a basic bitch answer but he loves just the classic bedroom sex. Your room is just super special to the both of you, and you put a lot of thought into creating the perfect space for the two of you. It’s full of plants, candles, photos, and the softest of materials. Also, you have a drawer that’s full of sex toys right by the bed which is perfect for quick access when you need them!

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Tease him. Crack down that calm, composed man and make him want you so fucking bad. Tell him you need his big cock inside you, tell him you’re gonna make him cum, how you’ll suck his dick, etc. He’ll be pulling you to the bedroom telling you ‘I’m gonna give you the world, baby girl just you wait.’

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Yamato would rather die than have anything to do with piss or shit. That shit makes him gag, it's so vile to him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

An absolute yes to both of them, no questions asked. He’s got quite a large cock, so watching you try to fit the entirety of his dick in your mouth turns him on just by itself, but he’ll buck his hips up into your mouth, and he loves it when you let him cum on your tongue and swallow it.

For eating you out, he clearly has a lot to learn. You have to help him out verbally a lot, telling him what feels good and praising him when he makes you cum all over his calloused fingers, but eventually he gets really, REALLY good at it. Yamato can even extend the length of his fingers to hit your A and G spots at the same time while he flicks his tongue across your pretty clit, making you squirt in his face.

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

Rough and fast, yet still somehow sensual. Yamato can do it all, a man of many talents. It’s probably due to his stamina, but he could be pounding you into the fucking mattress and still give you the sweetest kiss on the nose and whisper ‘you’re taking that cock so good for me,’ and goddamn does that shit make you SWOON.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

No, probably not, he likes to make a whole experience out of sex between the both of you. Plus, since he can last so long, he always wants to keep destroying your pussy until you’re quivering and begging and squirting. He also quite loves the aftercare, as he just loves taking care of you after fucking your brains out, you screaming him name.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He will try everything once, that’s just the man he is. Yet there’s two things he’s quite curious about. One of those things is bondage. Since he has wood release, he’s been practicing how to make the wood less splintering so he doesn’t hurt you. He just really likes the idea of you being unable to squirm too much, since he’d be able to hit your spots much easier if you aren’t moving constantly. The second thing is pegging, or just anal in general. While Yamato is very much of a dominant man, and loves to wreck your pussy, he wonders what it would feel like giving you the reins, letting you stuff him with your cock and make him scream your name. Plus, you’ve shown interest in both of these things as well, so they’re on your to-do list!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Hashirama’s cells must have done something because this man can go round after round with little to no breaks in between. His current record is 7 rounds, 7 cumshots for him, and a total of 20-ish orgasms for you. Not only can he cum a lot, but he has the muscle strength and stamina for it too. He’s able to keep thrusting so damn fast for hours, holding you up some of the time too. It’s damn impressive.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes, you have a lot of toys!! Mostly they are vibrators and buttplugs for you, all with cute little styles, but there is also a cock ring for Yamato, which he really loves to use when he knows he’s gonna nut fast. Also, the shit makes him feel so fucking good when he finally does cum.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not a tease at all, he loves to praise you so much more, focusing on making you feel good and driving you crazy. He, however, loves being teased. He loves being edged, being told he’s not allowed to cum unless it’s in your mouth, or because he’s been naughty. He loves when you whisper to him throughout the day very sexually charged things, and it gets him all wound up and ready to pulverize your pretty pussy and fill it with his cum.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is quite loud actually. Despite his calmer demeanor in public spaces, he gets very wound up in the bedroom. He’ll moan in your ear while nipping at your earlobe, grunting and breathing heavily too. He’ll call you his love, then grunt loudly in your ear as he cums deep inside your pussy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Has a thing for body worship, whether it be for you or from you. He loves kissing each part of your body, covering you in hickies and telling you how beautiful you are and how happy he is to be yours. He also loves it when you do the same for him, he quite likes being called pretty by his pretty lady!! If you cover him in hickies, and call him a beautiful good boy, he will blush so hard and maybe cry tears of joy at feeling such intense love from someone for the first time in his life.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is so goddamn toned it’s insane. He has scars littering his entire body, as well as light freckles on his chest and upper arms. He has a bit of extra fat on his love handles (which u love to cover with hickies) and it’s so beautiful. He has man tits, god them fucking tits. They’re almost big enough to motorboat. also, he’s got a relatively big dick, around 7 inches and very thick!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He is more of a quality over quantity type of person. While his sex drive is slightly above average due to his prior lack of experience, he knows that his and your job won’t allow him to have sex all the time. So, in order to counteract this, you guys always take your time whenever you do have sex, putting a lot of time into foreplay and making each other feel insanely loved.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Again, he is the king of aftercare, so when you guys are done, he doesn’t really fall asleep until you're curled in his arms, fast asleep. He’s just really protective of you, and wants to make sure you’re safe before he allows himself rest.

I’d have every mf in that house worried for the both of us with the amount of filthy sounds we’d be making, def pegging him afterwards too 🤞🏾

big boy

beelzebub x mc // nsfw

just thinking about beel + size kink. he’s by far the biggest and tallest of the brothers and it’s something you always notice when you see him, especially when he’s standing next to his brothers or the others. when he’s beside you or in front of you, simply talking to you and keeping eye contact, your heart can’t help but thump loudly in your chest. the way he has to look down and you have to look up, how big his arms look from below, you can’t help but stare at the prominent curves and crevices on his muscular body.

if only you knew that while you were checking him out, he was doing the same, in his mind he thought about how you were at the perfect height to nuzzle in his pecs, how easy it would be to pick you up and fold you in whatever position he desired. and he really could, this man would have you up in the air, holding up your legs and your arms all while fucking up into your hole. mans could probably hold you up against the wall and eat you out.

he would also love to watch the way he stretched you out, or how big his cock was in comparison to your face. fun fact he would 100% have a thing for chubby girls. your love for food would probably make him love you even more than he already does, and his fixation on oral would probably also be a lot worse. his brothers would be shocked at how he wasn’t absolutely inhaling his food sometimes, only to realise that he was watching you inhale yours. the image of you licking creamy sauce off your fingers and the soft hums and moans you made as your eyes practically rolled back into your skull would definitely replay over and over in his mind at late hours, alone in his bed. he would think he was gonna go crazy with the amount of popsicles and lollipops you were consuming.

at some point he probably couldn’t hold back anymore and pulled you off of the common rooms couch and drag you into his room, growling something in a husky tone when you squeak and ask what he was up to, “i’ll give you something else to suck on.”

he’d sit on the edge of his bed and immediately push you down in your knees, whipping out his cock and not even giving you a warning, practically forcing it down your throat, almost cumming in a matter of seconds when he sees the way you gag around his size and how your cheeks look so round and full. he’d cum so much it would be dripping down the corners of your mouth, making a mess all over your boobs and throat. he’d mumble a quiet “sorry, baby.” and then make it up to you by eating you out so good almost the whole devildom can hear.

on a more lightheaded note,, i feel like i’d be known in the family and with friends that he’s very well endowed. like you can just tell that he’s hung like a horse purely by his statue. i definitely think the brothers would be extremely jealous and flustered when he’s walking down the hall in the morning only in grey sweats or maybe even in boxers if hes extra lazy to throw something on. they probably feel a tinge of worry when they see you walking weirdly in the morning.

this just been on my mind today :3

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Lucifer

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How would they dress?

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Mammon

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How would they dress?

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Leviathan

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How would they dress?

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Satan

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How would they dress? 🌟

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Asmodeus

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How would they dress?

Favorite Music Genre HC’s 🌺

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Beelzebub

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How would they dress?

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Belphegor

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Lucifer seeing himself in Satan 🥀🌟

Lucifer’s memories during the fall 🥀

How did the Little D’s come to be? 🌺

Little D’s and their Behaviors 🌺

Old man Lucifer 🌺

Random Headcanons 🌺🌟

Everyone excluding Diavolo from the cookout

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Belphegor abusing his power 🌟

RIP, You would’ve loved (ft. The Demon Bros)

Levi & his fav Jpop group

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Leaf Sensei

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Akatsuki Members

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Innocence (Obito Uchiha) 🥀🖌️

Yan!Itachi Headcanons 🕯️

Senju Brothers

The Legendary Sannin

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Kotetsu and Izumo being boykissers for each other

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Jujutsu Sorcerers

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