Their Beef Was Crazy

Their beef was crazy

HE LOOKS LIKE THE SWEETEST THING EVER IM CRYING 😭😭

chain reaction of countermoves

PAIRING: Jiraiya/AFAB!Reader. CONTENTS: AU - Canon Universe+Modern Setting, Explicit Sexual Content, Reader is Chubby, Age Difference, Alcohol Drinking, Size Difference, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink (lots of terms of endearment). WORDCOUNT: 6680

Summary:

You and Jiraiya met at a bar. A little game ensued.

Notes:

WHY IS THIS SO LONG... there is for real no reason for this having almost 7k words when I was just thirsty... Either way, I feel like this is such a personal fic even if it's just porn with a tiny plot lmao

I don't know how to describe the setting of this only that's a mix between canon universe and modern world. It's not really that important but I should clarify nonetheless.

divider by @/cafekitsune

Jiraiya had seen you around at this same bar fairly frequently. You were always sitting alone by the counter with a cocktail, and the few times he had tried to approach you were the ones when you scurried away faster than lighting. A boyfriend, he assumed, maybe girlfriends. You were always wearing formal dresses, yet showing an abnormal amount of skin, his eyes couldn’t help but wonder. It’s not like he was discreet; if you had any sense of awareness, you probably noticed his eyes burning holes right through you every time you were there. 

This time, the backless dress you had on was so low cut it was a miracle it didn’t slip off your shoulders. 

He was going to die if he did not try to at least speak to you once; he might as well die from a heart attack if you kept revealing more of yourself anyway. Rejection was nothing new, he could tolerate a hot woman like you blowing him off. 

“Every time I see you here, you’re always alone.” You turned your head towards him as Jiraiya took a seat by the stool beside you, grinning smugly and eying you even more intensely now that he got a view of your gorgeous face. “Would you mind if I join you and invite you for a drink?”

Your eyes lingered on his face for a few moments, and he noticed no sign of annoyance or indifference. He took that as a small victory. 

“Braver men have tried, mister.” You purred playfully, averting your gaze towards the half empty glass in front of you.

“‘Mister’, huh? You killed me with that.” Jiraiya laughed; you were clearly much younger than him, but other than that teasing comment, you didn’t seem to want to avoid him. “But no one is braver than me. Can I have your name, darling?”

“Oh, but I don’t think you need it.” 

The way you smiled gave away your intentions. A challenge. Jiraiya couldn’t help but smirk; you had no idea what kind of man you were even talking to.

“You’re gonna make me earn it? I can take on a challenge, especially if the prize is as tempting as you.”

His eyes were fixed on your face when you turned to look at him, with a lot more attention than you did before. He could see the curiosity gleaming as you scanned him up and down, and up again, holding his gaze for a hot minute with a smirk on your lips. 

Goddamnit, you were gorgeous. And you weren’t even saying no; you were playful and sultry, and that just spurred him on. 

“Are you not gonna tell me yours?” You asked before downing what was left on your glass. 

“Two can play this game.” Jiraiya grinned at your sudden interest, as he gestured for another bottle of sake to the bartender. “So, how about that drink, sweetheart?”

You had opened your mouth to reply at the same time your phone rang. He gave it a quick glance, in an attempt to see the name displaying on the screen, before you put it away.

“Maybe some other time.” You got off your stool at the same time he did; he wanted to help you like a gentleman would, but you were quick in grabbing your purse and leaving money on the counter. “See you later, mister.”

You flashed him that mischievous smile of yours as you strode towards the door. His eyes went straight to the exposed skin of your back all the way down to your ass. He could feel himself getting hard, imagining what it’d be like to touch your naked body. 

Maybe some other time, like you said. 

*

That single interaction was carved in his mind, and while Jiraiya didn’t see you for days after that, he thought about you often. Probably not in ways a gentleman should think about a lady after simply exchanging pleasantries, but he had always been very easily enticed. And you were alluring to a new level.

While a handful of women flirted with him right back when he did, most of them were more eager about punching his lights out when he said something remotely inappropriate. You seemed keen on keeping the conversation going, so he should definitely try and push things a little further if he ever saw you again. Just out of morbid curiosity.

Which happened to be exactly two weeks after that first encounter. 

Jiraiya saw you sitting at the usual stool, wearing a dress that didn’t seem to be as revealing until he approached you, his eyes immediately landing on your cleavage. 

“Fancy seeing you here again,” He said, taking a seat by your side before ordering a bottle of sake. “I missed seeing your lovely face around the bar, you know?”

When Jiraiya was able to avert his eyes from your chest, he took a look at your face, and he noticed something slightly off, though he couldn’t quite pinpoint what the issue was. You seemed a little dull, though not as much to make your beauty dilute. Every man at the bar had their eyes on you after all. 

He assumed it must have been a problem with the hypothetical boyfriend you must have; there was no way a woman like you was single. Not that he cared as much. 

You still offered him a small smile when you turned to look at him, gulping down what was left of your glass before speaking. 

“Are you gonna tell me you haven’t been flirting with other women while I wasn’t here?”

“I thought of you every time.” Jiraiya grinned when you snorted, amused at his silly comment. 

“I’m sure you did, you perverted old man.”

“I can accept the pervert comment, but I draw the line at ‘old man.’” He feigned offense, glaring at you playfully and taking the opportunity to ogle. 

“That’s where you draw the line?” You laughed, turning your body slightly to his side. 

Jiraiya wouldn’t consider himself lucky with women at all, no matter how many of them had actually given him the time of day. But he could read body language incredibly well, and based on that alone, you seemed more than interested in him. You were locking eyes even for fleeting seconds, you were obviously aware of your own body as you let him get a better view of the curve of your breasts when you turned. At the very least, you liked his attention, and he was more than eager to give it to you. 

“What can I say, I had never been accused of being proper.”

“Of course, you had been staring at my boobs since you sat down.”

The grin on his face grew wider when he noticed your smile, and the way your eyes gleamed. He was on his second bottle of sake, but that didn’t stop him from feeling aroused at this simple conversation. 

“Oh, baby girl, you’re basically shoving them in my face.” The blush on your face was new and adorable. You didn’t respond to his comment, and Jiraiya assumed you must have been embarrassed but not turned off at all since you were grinning. “You want me to stare.”

“Maybe.” You replied in a tone that gave away your interest in him.

“Baby, I’m flattered you want me to admire you so much.”

“‘Admire’, yeah, right.” You snorted, crossing your legs. You were wearing a long dress but it was still inevitable for his eyes to dart to the curves of your hips. “I don’t know if that’s the word I’d use.”

“What’s the word then?” Jiraiya asked absentmindedly.

“Ogling, maybe. Drooling, like the pervert I know you are.”

“Now, I never denied being a pervert, but you’re being a little unfair.”

“How so?” You asked, showing him your empty glass, signaling for him to pour some of his sake on it, and he gladly obliged.

“You expect me to be decorous when you’re wearing something so tempting, and looking at me with those eyes.” Jiraiya locked his gaze with yours, and smiled smugly when he found surprise in your reaction. 

“What eyes?” You asked as you brought the glass to your lips. 

“Eyes that make me want to bury my face between your legs and make you cum with my tongue.”

Self confidence spread inside his chest when he saw you splutter on the sake, drenching half your face with the liquid as it dripped down your chin and onto your chest. Not only had Jiraiya made you lose your cool, but you were wet as well, maybe not in the sense he’d like, but he knew this was the best counter move he could have made as he watched beads of alcohol slide down your cleavage. Moreover, the blush on your face and the fact that you hadn’t hit or insulted him could only mean one thing.

The grin on his face grew wider when you could only avert your gaze, not being able to make eye contact, and the blush had spread up to the tip of your ears as your hands covered your face to hide your nervous smile. He laughed boisterously, in disbelief of how adorable you were while being so absolutely hot at the same time. 

“I didn’t think I’d get such a cute reaction from you!” 

“Shut up!”

“You’re not immune to my charms after all!”

That last comment earned Jiraiya a slap in his arm, which he barely even felt, but he groaned nonetheless, bending over as if he had been truly hurt. 

“You’re such a pervert!” You muttered with a smile and a faint red tint still adorning your cheeks. 

“Don’t tell me now you didn’t imagine what I said in that pretty little head of yours.”

You looked at him with big eyes that would make his knees wobble if he was standing. Oh, he was dying to touch you in the most inappropriate ways. 

Before you could even open your mouth to reply, your phone rang, distracting you from his attention. Jiraiya frowned as he noticed your expression droop when you eyed the screen. 

“Maybe I can tell you what I imagined next time.” You showed him a half hearted smile as you grabbed your things before standing up.

Curious yet frustrated about whatever it was that seemed to get in between the two of you, Jiraiya kept his gaze glued to your butt as you walked out. 

*

You were back at the bar less than a week later, at your usual spot, and Jiraiya thought to himself that while being a frequent drinker must not have been good for his health, he could not give a flying fuck about it if he got at least an hour of sunshine. And when you walked in, sunlight came through.

But like last time, your expression seemed clouded, even when you noticed his presence as he approached you. 

“So tell me, mister, do you live in this bar?” You asked him before he could even open his mouth. 

Jiraiya rolled his eyes. Again with the ‘mister’. He wished you would just tell him your name so you would stop calling him that. He was old, but you made him sound ancient. 

“I guess I’m just lucky enough to be here when you are.” He replied, grinning when you flashed him a smile. 

He could always admire you better when he was beside you, and he did not waste time in doing so. Your dress was long, as always, with a deep cut on the side, revealing the juicy skin of your leg all the way up to your thigh. He briefly imagined what it’d be like to grab and squeeze it in his hands, if you were as soft as you seemed and what it’d be like to run his tongue along your skin, before focusing his attention back on your pretty face. 

“Aren’t you tired of talking to me?” You asked, swirling the drink you just ordered in your hand. 

“I’m having the most fun every time we talk.” Jiraiya blinked, baffled. 

“Liar, you just wanna get laid.” You chuckled. 

“That’s besides the point, you’re funny and easy to talk to and you haven’t told me to fuck off, so I assume my presence is not unwanted either.”

Jiraiya grinned, pleased with himself when you laughed. He hadn’t lied; you were quick-witted, especially in responses to his sometimes lame lines, yet he couldn’t forget how embarrassed you were during your last conversation with him. That just made you even more charming. 

At the very least, you liked him. Even if maybe you weren’t sure if you wanted to have sex with him (yet). He could keep trying until the next mission called for him. 

“So I’m not one of your many conquests, then.” You looked at him with a smug smile.

“You know how it is, women fall at my feet naturally.” Jiraiya replied, holding his chin up. “But you’ve been the most interesting chase.”

“Or maybe you’re being an interesting chase for me.”

Oh, the way his entire body heated up at your words, and even more so when you eyed him as if he was a piece of meat. His cock inevitably twitched inside his pants, eager and anxious to be inside of you. Soon, hopefully. 

Maybe this had been your game the whole time, and he was just a pawn on your board. 

His face was probably giving away the thoughts in his head when he saw your grin getting wider until you started laughing again. 

“What are you thinking about?” You asked, still snickering. “Something perverted for sure!”

“Maybe one day you’ll get to find out.” Jiraiya replied before downing his glass of sake, feeling his cheeks warm up intensely. 

You were still grinning when your phone rang. He was getting sick and tired of that thing, he should accidentally destroy it next time. 

You frown as you eyed the screen, before offering him a smile as you stood up. 

“Sorry for cutting down the chase earlier this time.” You finish your cocktail, the only cocktail you had that night, in one gulp, before putting on your coat and leaving some money on the counter. 

Jiraiya stared, memorizing your every move and the curves of your body; no matter how many times he had seen you (which weren’t even that many), it wasn’t enough to appreciate and admire you. 

“I’m not letting you go next time.” He said with a smirk. 

“Oh?” You returned the same playful smile. “I can’t wait, then.”

He caught your scent as you turned. Vanilla and coconut. Would you be as sweet if he were to taste you? It took everything in him not to grab your arm and pull you towards him. 

Jiraiya was definitely not letting you go next time. 

*

There was a pattern in the days you usually went to the bar, Jiraiya noticed. Usually on Fridays or Saturdays, though that didn’t surprise him, it was usual for anyone to use the weekend to unwind. But the first few nights, the ones where he didn’t approach you (but definitely noticed you in your tight little dresses) were Wednesdays or Thursdays. You didn’t go there every week either. The three times he had talked to you had taken place in the span of two months. 

It was creepy how much Jiraiya was analyzing the situation. He wasn’t stalking you or anything; but he meant what he said last time. He was going to make a decisive move when he saw you next time. And he wanted that to be soon. 

But he wasn’t expecting that to be when he was about to walk into that same bar. 

Jiraiya saw you walking, rather hurriedly, towards the entrance, and you noticed him at the same time he did. He grinned at you, smugly as he always did. The look on your face should have given away your next moves, but he didn’t figure it out until you were actually an inch away from him. 

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you pulled him down to meet you halfway, pressing your lips against his in a clumsy kiss, noses bumping together. 

Making a nose of surprise, Jiraiya couldn’t believe that you were actually kissing him. Out of nowhere. Unprovoked. Whatever plan he might have considered before was thrown out the window, and he slowly wrapped his arms around your back, returning the same affection you were giving him. 

Pulling away, the deep shade of red on your cheeks gave away your shyness, but he was still bewildered, probably sporting a stunned look on his face. Confirmed when you snickered, keeping your arms safely wrapped around his neck. 

“Hi.” 

“Hi…” He replied, voice hoarse from the surprise. 

“Do you still like me?”

“Yeah.” Jiraiya frowned, nodding enthusiastically, confused on why you even have to ask that. 

“Good.” You smiled widely, pulling him down for a brief kiss again, one that he could return right away. “Wanna go somewhere else?”

“Yeah!” He replied quickly, making you giggle again. 

Taking his hand into yours, you smiled, biting your lips in a shy nervous manner, before urging him to walk with you. 

Damn it. Jiraiya was stunned; you had actually made your countermove before he could actually even make his move on you. 

However, he had thought about where he’d like to fuck you, given the chance. When he mentioned he had a place in mind, you followed his lead. He had been fantasizing about having you all for himself for way too long to let it happen in a small, cheap motel room, no matter that he had one night stands in place like those. But a woman like you, who had him so hooked before he even said hello for the first time, deserved a fancy hotel room, one where you can both stay the whole night without worries. 

It was there, at one of the most high end hotels nearby, that Jiraiya remembered he didn’t even know your name. 

You whispered it low and sultry against his lips, kissing him fervently as you stepped into the hotel room, burying your hands in his long hair and tugging at it, making him groan wantonly, so turned on by simply having you close. The dress you were wearing that night underneath your coat wasn’t as plunging as other times, a pastel color fitting your body in a loose manner as he ran his hands up and down your sides, gripping at your body tightly, memorizing all your curves as you bit his bottom lip. 

“I’m Jiraiya-” Jiraiya started, holding you firmly against him as he gazed at your face. He was prepared to make one of his fabulous introductory monologues, but the look in your eyes made him frown. “You know who I am.”

*

Of course you knew who he was. 

He had seemed familiar when he approached you at the bar that first night, but you weren’t entirely sure if you were dreaming, or if he was actually that author from those romantic adult novels, novels that you actually enjoyed a lot. When you went home that night, you corroborated it yourself by checking the picture of him at the end of the book. Sure, he was a little younger in the photo, but it was definitely Jiraiya. 

Not only an erotic novelist of best selling books, but also a legendary Sannin. You knew that much.

He was actually much more handsome in person. Tall, and big. Something you didn’t expect; even in your heels, you barely reached his shoulders. Not to mention he was actually interested in you. Getting sex with you, sure, but you still took that as a compliment, even though everything in him screamed ‘womanizer’. 

You never got a lot of chances for casual sex with strangers who piqued your interest as much as Jiraiya did, so you decided it was time to experiment something that might be otherworldly. What was the worst that could happen?

“Was it obvious?” You asked him, pleased with yourself. He stared at you for longer than you expected, but his hold on your hips was firm so you didn’t try to pull back. 

“No, it wasn’t,” Jiraiya replied, eying you up and down briefly. “You’re a cunning woman.”

“Please,” You rolled your eyes. “I wasn’t even trying to be sneaky. Don’t tell me you’re scared of me now.”

It was his turn to roll his eyes before scoffing, giving your hips a squeeze. 

“I’m gonna be alert from now on.” 

Jiraiya didn’t give you a chance to reply as he kissed you rather roughly, bumping his nose against yours as he licked your lips. You made a noise of surprise but followed his pace easily. 

You had found your initial attraction to him as a distraction, but the more you talked at that bar, the more you liked him. It was the first time you laid eyes on an older man, and you would have thought someone his age would flirt better than he did, but his attempts (and even his perverted comments) had awoken your curiosity. And so far, his kisses were igniting a nice warm sensation in your insides, one you hadn’t felt in a long time. 

Breaking up with your boyfriend a few months ago had brought you down more than you’d like, and the subsequent attempts at rebounding with blind dates hadn’t worked as well. The only thing that brought you a small amount of joy were your brief encounters with Jiraiya. 

That, and the fact that he made you feel like you were the hottest woman on Earth. It was a small detail in the grand scheme of things, but you had rarely felt that way, especially with the men you dated, and you had to wonder if there was something wrong with them or with you. No matter that the night you were going to spend with Jiraiya was going to be a one time thing, you already felt more by playing pretend with him, than you did with all the other men you’ve been with in your life. 

You just hoped the main event was just as sparkly as the kissing was. 

Pushing at his shoulders, you pulled away from his lips until Jiraiya let go of you, hands falling to his sides as he looked at you, confused when you took a few steps back. Taking off your coat, you threw it at the nearest chair before reaching for the zipper at the back of your dress.

When you let your dress slip down your body, falling to the ground, and saw the look on his face when he found out you weren’t actually wearing any underwear, you’ve never felt more powerful. His jaw was hanging wide, eyes popping open as he scanned you, and you couldn’t help but snicker. You were embarrassed for doing that, cheeks flushed, having never done anything like it; but getting that reaction in response was worth everything. 

“Oh, baby, baby, you’re gonna give me a goddamn heart attack.” Jiraiya said, taking off his haori at the same time he kicked off his sandals, nearly tripping with his own feet and making you laugh. 

“That’d be fun!”

“So you have been trying to kill me all this time.” He smiled, amused, throwing his hand guards to the floor as his eyes scanned every bit of you when he took a few steps closer. “Fuck, you’re even hotter than I imagined.”

“‘Imagined’, huh?” You took a few steps back towards the bed as you slipped off your mule heels, and Jiraiya followed you, keeping his eyes mostly on your chest and legs, which made heat rise on your cheeks. “So, what have you been imagining? Care to share?”

“Oh, a lot of things.” He took your hand, leading you towards the bed as he sat down on it, keeping you in front of him. His eyes never left your body, and you started to feel more and more self conscious with each passing second; though the lascivious gleam in his gaze prevented you from trying to cover yourself. “For once, your tits are even more gorgeous than whatever I was picturing in my head.”

You bit your lip to contain the gasp that was about to spill out when his hands reached for you. Jiraiya cupped your breasts, squeezing them gently and pressing them together. Even in his big hands, your tits were a handful, and when he ran his thumbs over your nipples, you couldn’t help the small moan that left your lips. He smirked triumphantly, repeating the same action, making you close your eyes shyly.

“You’re also much more sensitive than I expected.” He said, licking his lips as his hands slid down your waist. “Come here, sweetheart.”

You offered him a small smile when Jiraiya gestured for you to sit on his lap, hesitant for a brief second before he tugged at your hand. You obliged, sitting on his thighs with your legs on one side, putting an arm around his shoulders as he wrapped his hand around your waist, keeping a firm grip. 

When his fingers trailed the inside of your thigh, nudging your legs to open, blush spread across your cheeks. You didn’t exactly know why you were embarrassed in this situation but you had a hunch; you expected him to take you at once, but he seemed to be playing with you, and you felt exposed with every slow movement of his fingers. And while you were completely naked, he still had most of his clothes on.

“You’re shy now?” Jiraiya asked, pressing a kiss to your neck. 

“Only a little…” 

A gasp escaped your lips when Jiraiya promptly pressed the tip of his fingers to your folds, prodding your clit. The slick sound produced only embarrassed you more; he hadn’t really touched you but you were already aroused. 

You moaned loudly when he focused his attention on your clit, pressing his fingers and stroking it gently yet steadily, making your thighs quiver as you naturally spread your legs more, your body ready to accept more of his affection. 

“Oh, the sounds you make,” Jiraiya whispered against your ear, voice giving away his lust. “So fucking pretty.”

You let out a breathy laugh, cut short when one of his digits traced your entrance, pressing inside the tip. Clutching his kimono, you kissed him fervently when he slid a finger in, thrusting with expertise, simultaneously rubbing your clit with his thumb. He smirked against your lips when you whimpered again, hips moving against his hand. The grip he had on your waist was strong; even when you started seeking more of his touch, he held you in place, giving you a sense of security that he wasn’t going to let you slip away or fall. 

Trailing his lips down your chest, Jiraya took a nipple in his mouth, suckling gently as he pressed another finger into you. You hummed, cradling his head to your breasts, his tongue deliciously teasing your sensitive skin at the same time his digits grazed inside so right. It took you by surprise how well he seemed to know your body, and you easily fell into the rhythm of his moves, a warm sensation quickly blooming in your abdomen. 

Your hips jerked when his thumb rubbed your clit at the same time his fingers stroked your inner walls, eliciting a sharp moan from your lips. 

“You’re gonna be such a tight fit, baby,” Jiraiya grunted against the curve of your tits, planting an open mouth kiss there. “Have to get you ready, real nice and wet for me.”

His husky voice made the muscles in your abdomen tighten, clenching around his fingers as pleasure pulsed through your veins. He had been right about your sensitivity, and his focused attention on your chest, tongue swirling around your nipple, as his fingers glided in and out of you faster, made the build up of your impending orgasm much more intense than you were used to. Your thighs pressed together in reflex, practically trapping his hand, as you let out a shaky moan. 

“You like my fingers, princess?” Jiraiya asked with a quiet laugh, pulling away from your chest to look at your face. “Close already?”

You could barely form a sentence, panting as you nodded eagerly. 

With a smirk on his lips, Jiraiya slid his hand from between your legs. You yelped, clinging to his neck, surprised when he easily picked you up and moved you. He hovered above you, kissing your lips sweetly before sliding downwards, taking the nipple he had left unattended in his mouth. You mewled when he graced his teeth over your skin before eagerly sucking on it.

You didn’t think he’d be so focused on your pleasure when you walked into that room, but when he kneeled on the floor, tugging at your legs and hoisting them over his shoulders, your heart skipped several beats, your slick dripping down your thighs in anticipation. 

“I did say I was gonna make you cum with my tongue.” Jiraiya licked his lips, grinning as he pulled your hips closer to his face. 

The heat in your tummy surged at once at the sight alone of his face between your legs. With a hand on your thigh, slightly opening your legs for him, Jiraiya buried his face against your entrance, not wasting any second in pressing his tongue inside and tasting you. He groaned at the same time you moaned, legs shivering when his nose dug against your clit. 

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck…” You panted, glossy eyes looking down at him as he began his ministrations.

He had an obvious goal, lapping at your hole, nuzzling his face against your folds. You would have been embarrassed in any other circumstance, but you were so close to the edge already, waves of pleasure building up rapidly. When he ran his tongue over your clit, sliding two fingers back inside you, you let out a long whine. 

You tried to keep your eyes open, watching Jiraiya skillfully eat you out, humming and slurping loudly as if he was tasting the most delicious food, but it was proving to be a challenge when he lapped and sucked at your clit. Your hands reached for his head, threading your fingers through his hair, tugging at the protector on his forehead as you tried to anchor yourself to anything you could hold onto. 

The noises he made from his mouth and tongue, and his fingers pumping in and out of your hole with a fast steady pace added to your arousal, and you knew you were making a mess, dripping onto the sheets and his face, but he sounded so happy, you couldn’t hold off anymore. 

With a sharp moan, the knot in your abdomen unraveled when you came. Your vision turned white, toes curling as your thighs shook around his head, keeping him there until your orgasm subsided. 

Jiraiya chuckled darkly against your folds, keeping his eyes focused on you while he helped you ride your peek, sliding his fingers in and out, coaxing more of your release to leak down his hand and chin. He only stopped when you tugged at his hair, legs quivering when he prod your clit with his nose. 

You watched him through half lidded eyes as he stood up, chin and cheeks glistening with his saliva and your slick as he grinned down at you. Looking at you like he wanted to eat you whole, as if he hadn’t just been between your legs. 

That wasn’t what you weren’t expecting from this man at all. When Jiraiya tugged at the protector on his forehead, discarding it haphazardly before he urgently began undressing, you couldn’t help but snicker. He must have been desperate to get his fill and it amused you to no end. 

“Having fun, baby girl?” He asked, smirk getting wider when you smiled. The term of endearment did something for you, and the skin between your legs pulsed. 

“I am, you should work on your stripper skills, though.” You giggled when Jiraiya tried to take off his mesh armor and pants at the same time. 

Your eyes fell on his shaft once he was fully naked, and you couldn’t help but stare. You should have known, considering how tall and well built he was, that he’d be impressive with the size of his cock as well. It still took your breath away to see it so thick, long and standing at attention, bobbing when he crawled over you. Your mouth watered at the sight, but the need to have him inside you was stronger than attempting to suck him off.

Sliding towards the center of the bed, you noticed the scar on his chest. Your curiosity piqued, but you remained quiet, quickly distracted as Jiraiya ran one of his hands up your side, kneading the flesh of your waist until he reached your tit, giving it a rough squeeze. 

“You like it when I touch you here, don’t you, baby?” He asked when you whimpered, keeping his eyes on your chest. “I should have taken my time to play even more with your tits.”

“Maybe next time.” You repeated words you had said on another occasion; you hadn’t really intended to say them outloud, but you were relieved when Jiraiya looked at you with giddiness. 

“Next time.” He coincided.

You wondered if the mischief in his eyes was a default feature of his as he grabbed your legs, pressing them against your chest until your sex was on full display. In desperate need of having him finally fuck you, you tried to move your hips as much as you could when he stroked his erection against your folds. His size should have been worrying for any other woman, but you were dying to feel the stretch of his cock since the day you laid eyes on him. 

“Fuck, princess, do you know what you’re doing to me?” Jiraiya asked breathlessly, pressing the tip of his cock against your clit, making your thighs jolt in his grasp. 

“I know, and I want you to hurry up!” You breathed desperately. 

“Relax, I’ll give you exactly what you want.” He reassured you.

His tone gave away his own need, and he pressed the head of his dick against your entrance, steadily pushing in. You moaned, legs tensing as your muscles accommodated to his size, so thoroughly full once his hips were pressed flush against you, his cock deliciously filling you up to the brim.

“You fit me so well.” Jiraiya groaned, voice hoarse, as if he was being tortured. “I knew your pussy was gonna be tight, but you feel so much better than I could ever imagine.”

“Yeah?” You asked, a little dumb.

“Yes, baby girl.” He smiled down at you, slightly sliding his cock out before slowly thrusting in. “It’s the best pussy I’ve had.”

As Jiraiya started a slow yet hard pace, firm hands holding your thighs against your chest, the warmth in your abdomen bloomed again, rapidly growing each time the tip of his cock grazed your insides, sparkles dancing behind your lids. You whimpered and whined, making all kinds of noises, enjoying the glide and the nice build up of another orgasm. The skin between your legs throbbed, aching from taking such a huge man, but you adored it, heartbeats increasing inside your ribcage.

“You should see how fucking pretty you look right now.” His words were like honey, increasing your arousal, coating more of his cock with your slick. “Taking me so well.”

You moaned louder when his thrusts got faster, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your legs shook in his grasp, muscles strained from the position you were in. The pace was nice, you knew you’d cum eventually if he kept going; but you just yearned for a little more closeness, for his touch and his kisses and his hands. You wanted him to consume you. 

Your hands reached for Jiraiya, sliding up his forearms, running your nails on his skin when he thrust into you particularly hard, ripping a sharp mewl from your throat. 

“What is it, sweet girl?” He looked at you with dark eyes, smiling at you as he leaned down. “Need a kiss?”

You nodded eagerly while Jiraiya hooked your legs on his elbows, easing his way down until his lips touched yours. A sweet kiss, tasting the remains of your last orgasm, courtesy of his tongue. In contrast to the hard rhythm of his hips as they snapped against yours, brushing your clit on the way, and you couldn’t even focus on his tongue as it found its way into your mouth. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you threaded your fingers through his long hair in an attempt to anchor yourself to something. The pace was ruthless, your brain had turned to mush in consequence, pleasure pulsing through your veins.  

You couldn’t believe you were going to cum so soon. You didn’t question his magical powers, but you knew he must have some if he was going to make you orgasm twice in record time.

“You’re gonna-” Jiraiya grunted into the kiss, just as lost in your body as you were in his. “Fuck, you’re gonna make cum soon, baby girl.”

You moaned breathlessly, tugging at his hair, in a weak attempt to warn him about your impending climax. He didn’t seem to need it, still pushing his cock inside you at the same unforgiving pace.

“Come on, baby, I wanna feel you cum on my cock,” Jiraiya smiled against your lips, a smile that only the devil would have. “Need to feel you cum.”

You didn’t need the incentive, but his voice was like honey and the way he spoke was so lewd and fuck, it did things to you. 

It didn’t take long before the knot in your tummy snapped as his hips jerked against you, his cock ripping an intense orgasm from you. Stars danced behind your lids, body trembling underneath him. You stuttered a moan, digging your nails on his shoulders when his pace faltered, hips stammering forward as your walls clamped down on him. 

With a growl rumbling deep from his chest, Jiraiya promptly reached his own peak, cock throbbing as he spilled his cum inside you, filling you to the brim, prolonging your state of bliss. 

You groaned weakly when he collapsed on top of you, letting go of your legs and burying his face in your neck. He was heavy, but you didn’t mind it at all, your mind still trying to comprehend what just happened as you tried to catch your breath, and you welcomed his warmth. That was the best sex you’ve had by far; he had rendered you speechless, for God’s sake. 

Humming, you ran your fingers through his hair soothingly when Jiraiya started planting hot lazy kisses on your neck. He pulled out after a minute, when you started to really feel the weight of him on top of you, thighs and hips aching from the strain of the position you had been in as well as the deep thrusts of his cock. His cum leaked out of your hole, and you watched him admire the sight for a moment with the usual salacious gleam in his eyes before slumping next to you on the mattress.

You still had the whole night in that room, and you desired more. Once you tasted heaven, you couldn’t stop.

Coyly trailing soft fingers up his arm, you heard him groan as Jiraiya ran his hand through his hair. 

“You’ll have to give me a minute if you wanna go again. I can’t get it up as quickly as I used to.” 

You couldn’t help but snort before covering your mouth, trying to contain your laugh as Jiraiya sneaked his arm around your shoulders with a grin, pulling you close and tickling your side. 

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers!

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Starting off with one of my current obsessions and biggest source of happiness, Naruto. It’s always been something I’ve enjoyed, I even remember watching it way back when with my older brother he’s the one who introduced me to it and anime as a whole

Manga collecting, I’ve started my manga shelf not too long ago and I’m honestly rlly proud of it already 😭 currently I have a couple volumes of Chainsaw man, AOT, JJK, Beaststars, Blue exorcist, and MHA

The cold, there’s nothing I hate more than being hot and sweaty I can’t stand it, the house HAS to be freezing cold otherwise I can’t sleep or function

Walking, lately I’ve been going on a lot of walks on my own and I find them sooo peaceful, 10/10 experience

Last but not least, SLEEP. I spend over half of the day sleeping (which I rlly shouldn’t be doing) but either way it brings me a lot of joy so a win is a win

this was for his birthday but Whatever

Is it socially acceptable to say I’d gladly back door Kakuzu or will I still be labeled a freak of nature

Anyways BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY WIFEYYYY