#alpha jiraiya

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More Darkwood hights

This will be relevant for Darkwood. Orochimaru is 5'9, so like a foot and a half shorter than Sakumo was but not that much shorter than Kakashi.

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In Heat - Alpha Jiraiya x Omega Fem!Reader [NSFW]

cw: alpha/omega dynamics, age gap, scenting, breeding kink, peeping, alpha!Jiraiya, omega!reader, pregnancy talk, multiple orgasms, pet names, a tad bit cnc

word count: 2,568

synopsis: You, as Jiraiya's wife, decide to be the responsible one and take a week vacation for your heat. However, Jiraiya is less than enthused by this plan and being away from you.

a/n: i think my pupils might've permanently dilated at this, send help

part two here, part three here, part four here, extra one here

You were panting, sinking into the tepid water of the hot springs in your solitude. It was for the best, staying way off in seclusion during your heart compared to staying in the village.

It was more for your husband's sake, than your own as you worked your shoulders further into the water as steam rolled off the calming surface of it.

Tsunade suggested it, a secluded hut far in the forest that left you to your own devices. There wouldn't be alphas for miles, letting your bathe and dry, sweat out and whine on your own.

You had told Jiraiya the same thing, not telling him the location you were heading while you packed up your bag and slung it over your shoulder.

"Are you sure you wouldn't want company from an old man?" He asked, sat on the floor of your home.

You leaned forward to kiss his forehead. "I'll take all your company upon my return."

You had to remind yourself that it was for the best, despite the pitiful look the old man gave you as you left. You wouldn't trust yourself around him, knowing you'd take things way too far in heat.

Children were out of the question for you two, as if Jiraiya hadn't had his hands full with Naruto on a semi-daily basis.

You centered your thoughts, reaching for your washcloth to wet it then rest it atop your head. You crossed your arms before your chest and sank further into the water, finding solace in your temperature meeting its.

Your sweat broke easier that way, disguising the chills in the water as you stretched your toes. The approaching winter breeze slipped over the tall stone fence of the spring area, blowing away the steam of the water.

You shut your eyes for a long moment, reveling in the synthesis of your body and the water becoming one.

Your scent would be unrecognizable for miles, Tsunade said. The hut was off the well-treaded path, over three acres away from any landmarks noticeable.

You opened your eyes to stare across the dusty evening horizon, following the seemingly straight line of the fence reaching to touch the cotton candy sky.

That was until you noticed a flash of white duck down from the rocks.

Your eyebrows raised curiously, staring in the exact spot where you'd seen it. When you figured it was a bird, or a quick animal, your eyes shifted around the rest of the fence before it popped up again.

This time longer, and you narrowed your eyes at it before you recognized a pair of eyes.

"Jiraiya?" You questioned, raising your dormant voice to the white flash as it ducked down again.

You shifted in the hot spring, pulling yourself out of the water slowly to peer after him. "Jiraiya!"

Suddenly, the perverted old man sprung up from behind the stone fence, hand folded to his neck as he sported a nervous, caught grin.

"Hello beautiful!" He offered as you stared, deadpanned at your husband across the lengthy yard.

Your tone turned hushed and hurried, "What are you doing here? You can't be here."

You uncrossed your arm from your chest, still staring at Jiraiya as he massaged at the back of his neck, a trickle of blood seeping from his nose.

"I couldn't stay away, not from my beautiful girl," he tried, his grin only growing in wattage.

You growled deep within your chest, reaching for your towel to wrap yourself up. "So you followed me up here? You truly are a pervert!"

"Only for you, my dear!" Jiraiya called out from over the fence, his hands making the sudden movement to grip the stones and attempt to hoist himself over it.

"Not a step further!" You pointed out at him, scrambling carefully out of the spring and towards the hut. "I'm in heat, you know the rules."

Jiraiya's nose pointed at the air in your direction, his nose wiggling as he selfishly snorted your heady, wet scent. "But darling, you smell so good!"

You shook your finger at your husband, watching him trample over the stone fence to land on his stomach in the grass before the hot spring.

You backed away further from Jiraiya, now pinching your nose to not smell his scent in return. "Honey, no! Stay back, go home!"

"But why should I? My love is here!" Jiraiya pushed to his feet, making his way around the spring towards you.

You were inches away from the sliding door, close enough to sprint but not wanting to turn your back on your husband. Not wanting to turn your back on the strong, warm arms that were extended out for you along with the hardened cock that was fighting against Jiraiya's pants.

You hissed, your pussy aching at the sight of him. You waved your other hand out, trying to keep the short distance between yourself and him.

"No, Jiraiya! You old pervert, go home!" You ordered, pointing at him again in a silent order for him to at least stay still.

You made it to the doorway and hurried yourself inside, sliding the door shut and fastening the wooden slat in front of it.

Jiraiya's large body pressed up against the door, a wanton groan of rejection seeping through the wood. "My love..."

His voice was pitiful, not helping the ache in your body. You clenched your knees together, still backing away but keeping your eyes on the door.

"Go home, honey. I'll be home soon, I promise," you said, tightening the towel around your chest.

Jiraiya's shadow against the doorway never moved, his bloody nose squashing to the screen and dotting it with a dark red blossom stain.

You groaned, dropping your other hand from your nose. His aggressive scent seeped through the wood, attacking your nostrils with the familiarity of home, security.

Your husband was on the other side of the door, and all you wanted was to be home with him now. You wanted to curl yourself in his lap and bury your head in his neck, becoming one with him.

Jiraiya began to purr through the door, his hand resting against the screen, showing its distinct shape through the shadow that encroached with the diminishing sunlight.

"My love..." he tried again, his hand softly rapping down the door as if petting through to you. "Let's go home together."

You tried to remain firm, shutting your eyes and plugging your nose again. You opened your mouth to speak but your words escaped as a whine.

"You're not being fair."

A trace chuckle escaped Jiraiya's lips through the screen, his mouth puckering up as if to kiss you through the door. "I hate playing fair."

You hid a whimper in the heel of your palm, holding back from bowing to the floor and whining for him to come inside.

Jiraiya was quiet on the opposite side of the door for a long beat, too long for your comfort.

"Darling," he finally spoke, his voice gravelly now and lower to the ground. "You don't know what you're doing to me."

You tiptoed towards the door, met with the pungent scent of Jiraiya's hot cock through the screen. You whined lowly, hand pressed against the doorframe.

He shifted his free cock up to the screen, stroked himself once in the dimming sunlight while you tried (and failed) to ignore him.

You wanted to open the door, you wanted to embrace him but you knew that you wouldn't hold back.

"I want to feel you, I know you're dripping wet for me," his voice as metered through the door, not his boisterous normal self.

You stifled a growl, planted it deep in your chest as your skin dried in an instant.

"I can smell you," Jiraiya uttered with a loud sniff. "It's giving all my strength to not tear down this door."

You groaned, folding slowly to your knees before the door.

"I want to breed you, my beautiful girl," Jiraiya's voice dropped an octave, barely above a whisper through the door. "I want to see that pretty pussy presented for me."

You fought with your instinct, hands clenching at the stupid thought. "Fuck...Jiraiya, please."

His purr seeped through again, egging you a bit further to drop the slat on the door. You stared at the single wooden bar keeping your husband out, keeping you from the satisfaction from the ache that was worming from your hips and throughout your body.

You withheld a whimper, fingers trembling at the slat before you finally gave up and slapped it down.

As if patiently testing the door the entire time, Jiraiya slid the door open and crawled over the floor to you. He carefully nuzzled his head along your forearm, watching your shivers slowly return from the prolonged heat.

His fingers brushed at your cheek, a kind act compared to his natural demeanor. "You tried so hard, darling. Let me take care of you."

You glanced up at Jiraiya from the corner of your eyes, knowing that Tsunade wouldn't appreciate an alpha in an omega safehouse.

However, your protests weren't uttered as Jiraiya scooped you up in his arms and pulled you onto his lap.

You were overcome with him, wanting to take his relief and security and exploit it to your own comfort. Your towel caught on his hardened cock, blocking it from rubbing between your already wet thighs.

You raised up on your knees in Jiraiya's lap, panting before his mouth and offering your tongue as a simple connection. The old man obliged, opening his mouth and suckling at your tongue as you shifted closer on his lap.

"Take what you need," Jiraiya whispered into your mouth before kissing you fully on the lips.

You whimpered again, his cock slipping under the hem of your towel and edging just along the lips of your pussy.

Your arms crossed tightly over his shoulders, pulling yourself impossibly close with the tie of your towel coming undone. Jiraiya angled his cock just beneath your hips before you sank down hard, losing your breath in his mouth and your knees locking at the feeling.

It was immediate, a cheap orgasm wracking through you from your husband's cock penetrating you. Your fingers twitched at his shirt, holding still to ride out the miniscule high that felt unearned.

"Good girl, my very good girl!" Jiraiya praised, pulling away from your lips to kiss your blushing cheeks then misty eyes.

You attempted at a smile, following Jiraiya's mouth all over you and hoping to earn another kiss. Once your knees regained strength, you slowly rose up from Jiraiya's length then sank yourself back down.

He lost his breath then, wanting to let you set your own pace though it was agonizing to say the least. You tried again, raising up then slapping down again, making the room echo with the smack of your combined skin.

Jiraiya hid a grit of his teeth with each agonizing jostle, watching your breasts jiggle with each movement you made. It was getting to be too much with very little results.

"Forgive me, dear," Jiraiya whispered to your shoulder, his hands finding your hips before turning you around on his cock.

The feeling was intoxicating and agonizing at once, feeling Jiraiya's size reform you inside before you melded back to him.

Next was your hands bracing the floor, your ass above your head while you rested your knees. Jiraiya took a standing foot by your stomach, hoisting your hips in his hands before he aggressively thrust into you.

You squeaked at the sudden pace change, no longer yours and all Jiraiya's. Your hands braced the floor, looking over your shoulder to see your hips moving at an inhuman speed to match his.

"I will give you what you need now," Jiraiya huffed, pulling one hand from your hip to haphazardly tear his cloths away.

His other arm cradled around your waist, his forearm pressing in your stomach as you felt his thrust timed perfectly. You turned your mouth into your hand, stifling a errant high moan.

Your body felt electric to his touch, following his lead now. Jiraiya's clothes slipped down your thighs in teasing tickles to your prickled, hot skin. He returned his hand to your hips and resumed his original pace.

"You'd been avoiding me during this time, and for what?" Jiraiya asked, not truly wanting an answer.

He knew why you'd avoided him during your heat, knowing that it would end with a single inevitability if you two did anything.

His hand slithered around your front and tenderly pet at your soft stomach. "I will make you ripe with my pups, now. You're beautiful now, imagine nine months from now. The glow."

Your mind was numbing, tumbling at his words and the thrusts he was instilling in you. Each one came with a stiff pause, one that made sure each bit of precum achieved would be useful to a goal.

Your pussy tightened at his words, your body hearing what it needed to during this time. Your purr became rampant instantly, radiating out of you and reverberating through the floor.

Jiraiya chuckled outwardly, filling the room with the warming echo of his boisterous. "You like the sound of it, I know."

His pumps started to become more halted, holding tighter with each one, almost beckoning it to be the last. Your toes curled before then, your hips wiggling to allow more of him inside of you though it was impossible.

Jiraiya was stretching you, allowing your pussy to drench down both of your thighs at the animalistic need to be bred.

"I know, darling, you're ready for it. You're ready for my pups," his voice immediately choked, now aware of how hungry your pussy was for his cum.

He raised his foot slightly, gaining an extra inch closer to your cervix. His tip touching at it was hot, almost that of approaching a red sun.

Your back arched unfomrtably, bowing out further to feel him slot against your g-spot. Jiraiya's petting hand slid down and tenderly caressed your clit, causing you to immediately go cock-stupid and come ferociously on him.

Your body lost all strength in that instant, your eyes twitching and crossing while your hands patted at the wooden floor. Your toes curled, almost rearing your up from your knees at the chase of feeling full but Jiraiya held you tight like a bucking bronco.

He watched as you writhed on his cock, your pussy pulsing and milking at him, urging his cum deep inside. Jiraiya hid a roll of his eyes at the pleasure, finally stuttering your hips to his and shooting his hot seed deep within you.

You reveled in the sudden warmth you were gifted, your body allowing itself to come down though you twitched with each new spurt inside. Jiraiya held you onto him, even after you slumped to the floor, hoping he'd done his best.

"That will surely stick," Jiraiya stated proudly, waiting a moment longer before pulling out and staring at the sluggish cum drizzle that followed his cock.

Your body pulsated as one, feeling its rhythm lull you relax. Jiraiya made his home down next to you, staring into your face with his most genuine smile.

"My beautiful girl," he whispered to you, his hand trailing down your naked back and over your hip. "We'll go again soon."

As he stared at you, fighting off the sleep forming in your lustful eyes, Jiraiya thought of this as a novel for the ages.

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Double Trouble - Alpha Jiraiya x Omega Fem! Reader

tags: birthday, wife appreciation, omegaverse, alpha Jiraiya, omega reader, omega Tsunade, mention of pregnancy, parenthood, clone jutsu, oral (reader receiving), praise, safe word, threesome, dominant Jiraiya, submissive reader, double orgasm, squirting, knotting, creampie

word count: 5.1k

synopsis:

a/n: i know i said we were done with alpha jiraiya, but it looks like alpha jiraiya isn't done with us. first here, second here, third here, fourth here.

at this point i'm surprised y'all still read this bs.

Your birthday was coming up and Jiraiya was definitely scrambling to find a gift. Even while holding Koguma and feeding him his bottle, staring at you while you cooked breakfast, Jiraiya's mind was suddenly blank on gifts for you.

You deserved the world, especially since you pushed his melon-headed cub through his favorite place. He looked down at his son and playfully scrunched his nose at him.

"What do I get mama? Hmm?" He whispered, leaning in to trace his nose against his son's hairline. "You owe her everything, cub."

You glanced over your shoulder to Jiraiya and Koguma, your heart melting at the tenderness your alpha showed to his cub. You slowly sank an inch watching the two before turning back to flip a pancake.

"What're you whispering about?" You asked innocently, picking up the pan and moving the cooked pancakes to Jiraiya's plate.

"How pretty his mother is, especially in the morning," Jiraiya offered, grinning at you as you shifted a few things on his plate.

You set the pan back on the stove, picking up his plate to bring it to him. Jiraiya instantly rose to his feet.

"Honey, no, I got it. You've done enough," he said, rounding the kitchen table and softly bracing your waist. "Breakfast and a show, I'm spoiled."

Jiraiya leaned in and pecked your temple, his fingers teasing the leg hem of your underwear. "Truly spoiled."

You sighed contentedly, feeling his body brushed up against your back. From over your shoulder, your son's hand reached for your hair and you instantly smiled.

He retracted his hand and reached for his plate out of your hold.

"I don't mind, you're feeding the baby," you tried, turning around in Jiraiya's close presence.

"No," Jiraiya said firmly, leaning in to kiss your forehead then your lips. "Because this is nothing. He practically feeds himself." He grinned, joking.

You trailed after him, humming at the affection he gave you. Jiraiya leaned in, resting his forehead to yours. "Don't strain yourself, Darling. Take a break."

You scoffed against him, holding your eyes shut to sponge in the warmth that emanated from your husband. When he pulled away, Jiraiya returned to his seat at the kitchen table, stretching a foot out to tap the floor pillow across from him.

"Enjoy some coffee, sit with me," he soothed, setting his plate down and pulling the empty bottle from Koguma's grasp.

Jiraiya carefully hefted the cub over his shoulder, his firm hand patting at the infant's back to urge a burp. You shut off the stove and sat across from him, pouring yourself a cup of coffee then pulling it up to your mouth.

The white porcelain rested against your pursed lips while you watched Jiraiya ease a burp from your son then return him in the crook of his arm. He grabbed the fork with his right hand and unskillfully cut into his pancake stack with them.

"Jiraiya, let me hel--"

"Ah-ah-ah," Jiraiya scolded, pointing his fork at you as you reared up on your knees. "Sit, rest. I got this."

You plopped back down on your pillow, staring intently at the pancake stack that Jiraiya sawed through with his fork. When he cut off a reasonable bite, the alpha boastfully stabbed at it with his fork then brought it to his mouth.

"See?"

You spared an entertained chuckle, leaning forward to hold your cheek in your hand. "I've said it before but I'll say it again, you're good at this."

Jiraiya winked at you, chewing at the pancake he'd lodged into his cheek. "I'm good at a lot of things, Darling."

Your eyes stifled a roll, taking a long sip of your coffee. Jiraiya continued to chew, enjoying the flavor with the already baked-in syrup, then pointed at you when he was close to finished.

"Your birthday's coming up," he offered as a conversation starter.

You looked at him, attempting to hide a slight grimace on your face. "Oh, I guess it is."

You were not a big fan of your birthday, just for the sheer thought of turning older. And not having many others to celebrate with previously.

But ever since Jiraiya, he'd tried his hardest to go above and beyond to give you good birthday memories. And you couldn't fault him for that. It was just that you got enough attention from him every other day that it felt selfish on your birthday.

"Tell me what you think of this," he began, stabbing into another piece of pancake. "You, me, a little karaoke bar? Maybe even that sushi restaurant you like outside of the village?"

You hummed, the idea was nice. "What about Koguma?"

"Tsunade can watch him," Jiraiya offered with another wave of his fork. "Only other trustworthy adult in the village."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "She still hasn't forgiven you about her safehouse."

Jiraiya barely scoffed, turning his head in slight disbelief.

"She can't stay mad at me and she can't refuse this little face," he raised his crooked arm to press Koguma's sleeping cheek to his. "If she loves him, she's forgotten about the safehouse."

You grinned at your husband, at your sleeping baby squished to his cheek. "Okay, it sounds fun. But we're not staying out, right?"

Jiraiya quirked his brows, mulling the thought over in his head before finally meeting his wife's eyes. "No, we're going to stay at an inn. One night away from the cub won't hurt."

You looked at Koguma again, pulling your arms in to fold your forearms over your nipples. They stung dully even staring at him now. You glanced up to Jiraiya. "I...guess not."

Jiraiya grinned, "Perfect. Look, a simple birthday. Just like you always wanted."

"Well I get to spend it with you, and that's enough."

-

You stood before the mirror, finishing your hair as best you could while waiting for Tsunade to arrive. Jiraiya was still in the shower then Tsunade knocked on the door and you adjusted your dress before letting her inside.

"Tsunade, thank you so much for doing this for me," you said, bowing before your friend and fellow omega. "I know you're doing it for me and Koguma, so it's appreciated."

Tsunade tapped at the back of your head. "It's fine, where's the little cub?"

You straightened up, rubbing at the back of your head as you pointed to Koguma's room. "He went down not too long ago, there's bottles for him in the fridge. There's diapers in his changing table."

Tsunade nodded, walking in the direction of the baby's room. "I haven't seen him since he was born."

You followed after her, keeping your footsteps light to not wake him. The two of you entered the cub's room, Tsunade grabbing at the side of his crib and leaning down to stare at him.

"What a little cherub," she cooed, going to brush her long finger to the baby's cheek. "Looks just like his father, what a shame."

You playfully elbowed your friend in the side. "Leave him be. He's handsome just like his dad."

Tsunade straightened up and looked around the dark room then forward to the living room. "Where is the old pervert anyways?"

"He's in the shower, we should be leaving soon. Have you eaten?"

Tsunade waved your offer away. "Stop that, it's your birthday. Relax."

The two of you walked back out of the room and opted to sit on the couch; Tsunade turned to you and held her head in her hand.

"Did he say what you were doing tonight?"

You sat back on the couch and mindfully picked at your nails. "Dinner, karaoke. He said we're staying at an inn tonight."

Tsunade hid a roll of her eyes, turning her face to look at the front of the house. "We know how Jiraiya respects other people's property."

You went to hide your face behind your hand. "Can I just keep apologizing until the end of time? I really am sorry he came in and did that, he's such a bas--"

"No, no, you guys got a cute kid out of it. Guess I can't stay too mad at him," Tsunade offered before glancing over to you. "You two could've cleaned the sheets though."

You nodded, dropping your chin embarrassed. "I know, I know I'm still so sorry."

Tsunade rolled her eyes and looked in the direction of Koguma's room then back. "You're not having another one for a while, right?"

You tittered, almost dumbfounded by the question. "Of course not, Koguma is more than enough for us. Why even ask?"

Tsunade glanced from the corner of her eyes then back to the front of the house. "Last time you went away, you came back knocked up."

You sputtered them, sitting upright on the couch. "Hey, that was one time. Jiraiya and I have come to an agreement that there's no more pups right now."

Tsunade hummed, not agreeing with your statement, and sat upright. Her hand reached out to wrap around your waist in a hug, almost bracing the side of your stomach, but your teeth bared in instinct.

She reeled her hand back to stifle a laugh into her palm. "No more pups, right. Why're you so defensive right now?"

Jiraiya emerged from your bedroom, dressed in his own best. He'd opted for a dress shirt and slacks, something you weren't aware he had in his wardrobe.

He'd combed back his hair and found dress shoes too. You raised a brow at him.

"What'd you do with my husband, hmm?" You asked, moving around the couch to ogle the man in the doorway. "You're tall like him, you smell like him..."

Jiraiya scrunched his nose and leaned in to kiss you fully. When he pulled away, you tried to hide the swoon of his warmth wafting over you.

"You kiss like him..."

Tsunade cleared her throat and yawned loudly. "Are you guys gonna hit the road or what?"

You waved your hand away at your friend then reached for your purse. "We're going. We'll be back in the morning, okay? There's extra milk in the freezer, pre-made bottles in the fridge."

As you were telling Tsunade instructions, Jiraiya was carefully leading you to the front door.

"Extra diapers are in the linen closet, if he needs a bath, his soap is under the kitchen si--"

"Get her outta here, please," Tsunade urged Jiraiya with another wave of her hand. "You're leaving for a night, not a month. We'll be fine."

"No drinking!" You called out as Jiraiya opened the door and pushed you out of it.

"Have fun!" Tsunade yelled back over your last instruction, willfully ignoring it.

Jiraiya shut the door behind him after telling Tsunade to behave herself then turned to you. "Are we ready to go?"

You stared up at your husband, remembering that this was your special night and he was already trying his best to make it memorable. "Yes, we're ready."

You adjusted the strap of your purse on your shoulder and took Jiraiya's hand as the two of you began walking to the train station.

-

The first stop of the night was dinner, which was the sushi train restaurant just a few blocks from the train station.

Dinner was uneventful, with Jiraiya sitting across from you. It was serene, not having to talk and not having to waste breath hovering over Koguma. The silence was beautiful.

Jiraiya held your hand on and off for most of the dinner, running his thumb over your knuckles in admiration. He'd told you a funny dirty joke he'd heard from Kakashi, which made you blush and laugh.

He teased a few pieces of sushi against your open mouth before letting it fall to your tongue and playfully pinching your bottom lip.

"This piece looks succulent," he purred, leaning forward ready to kiss you.

"Jiraiya," you giggled, taking a moment to swallow the sushi from your mouth then leaned in to kiss him.

When you parted from him, you could see over his shoulder a waiter approaching your table. Then you glanced over your shoulder to a second waiter holding a singular slice of matcha cake on a plate with a candle stuck in the top layer.

"Honey, you didn't," you crooned, turning back around in your seat to see Jiraiya sporting his signature boyish grin.

"Happy birthday, my love," he offered as the waiters stopped before your table and set the plate down in front of you.

Neither of them said anything, one only lit the candle atop the cake then they bowed and dispersed.

"Make a wish," Jiraiya whispered, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips. "Make it a good one."

You grinned at him, both of your faces aglow with the amber that globed the candle flame. "If I had two of you, I wouldn't know what to do with myself."

You scrunched your nose at your husband then looked at the candle before shutting your eyes and blowing it out.

-

You opted out of karaoke for a couple shots at the bar with your husband. You attempted at a shot, your top lip curling at the pungent stench of the alcohol before you called it and slid your cup away for Jiraiya to finish.

By second hour in the bar, you were pulling Jiraiya up from his stool and forcing him to dance with you while another patron drunkenly crooned to a city pop song.

You laughed outwardly when Jiraiya wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing you tight and blowing a raspberry on your neck. You swayed and wiggled in his grasp, holding him there while the purple and blue lights of the bar enveloped you and transcended you to a happier place.

The thought of this being a memory to look back on later in life struck you deep, imagining this fleeting but the sight and feeling remaining. You forced your eyes shut to keep the tears at bay, leaning your head back against Jiraiya's shoulder with a grin.

"I love you," Jiraiya whispered, turning his lips to your ear. "I'll say it a million different ways and I'll mean it the same. I love you, I love you, I love you."

Your eyes stung behind your eyelids and your smile struck further on your face, cracking your mouth open with a deep exhale.

"I love you too," you offered back to Jiraiya. "If not more."

"Doubtful," Jiraiya retorted in a whisper, pressing his lips to your temple.

-

At the inn, you were struggling to reach the zipper of your dress. You'd kicked out of your shoes as soon as you entered the room and dropped your purse on the floor behind the door.

Now, you were standing in the doorway of the bathroom, straightening your back to allow your husband to unzip your dress.

"You look beautiful tonight, did I tell you that?" He asked, leaning in the kiss the back of your neck then once between your shoulder blades.

You smiled, holding your hand to the nape of your hair and glanced over your shoulder at him. "Haven't you scored enough brownie points tonight? Now you're just milking it."

Jiraiya's chuckle rumbled through you, making you feel warmer, as his hands shrugged the straps of your dress down your shoulders. He trailed his lips over your shoulders, along your bicep then back up and to the other side.

"I'm not doing anything special," he offered, stopping to nuzzle his cheek to yours. "You're always this beautiful."

You hummed, allowing your dress to carelessly slide down your body and to a heap on the floor. Jiraiya's rough hands ran up your sides, admiring your curves and the pudge of your stomach from where you carried his son.

"You're my goddess, remember?" He soothed into your ear, making you tilt your head and roll your eyes.

His touch on you was close to euphoric, every soft pet and drag of his fingers on your skin livened nerve endings you weren't in the presence of knowing before.

Your hand curled up to caress the back of his head, undoing his hair and tangling your fingers in his chantilly hair. Jiraiya's hands skirted up to your breasts and took soft grip of them, earning a soft wince from you.

They were still tender, even more so since the night had gone on, but Jiraiya was careful to not squeeze too hard.

"I have one more surprise for you," he whispered into your ear, taking a half step out of the bathroom and dragging you with him.

"You do?" You asked curiously, wondering if it was going to be as good as Jiraiya's engulfing you.

"Mhmm," he offered, taking another half step out of the room and allowing his hands to slip away from your breasts. His fingertips traced over your nipples, earning another soft wince before he folded his hands over your eyes.

"Walk with me, dear," he ordered lowly, allowing you to lean on him as he backed out of the room then walk forward into the bedroom.

"What is it?" you asked foolishly, knowing that Jiraiya wouldn't share if he claimed it was a surprise.

"You'll see," he said cryptically, stopping you just before the bed frame. "On the count of three. One, two..."

At three, Jiraiya pulled his hands away and you squinted your eyes open to see the bed decorated in paper confetti and rose petals. Your smile grew at the thought of Jiraiya going out of his way to set this all up.

Jiraiya was lounged at the head of the bed, draped in nothing but a towel, holding a rose between his teeth.

"How did you--?" You began to ask, looking behind you only to see Jiraiya standing there.

Your eyes slowly widened as you looked from your husband to the second one perched on your bed, your mouth stammering open with questions.

"It's okay, honey," Jiraiya, your Jiraiya, said with a rub of your shoulders. "It's just shadow clone jutsu. That's me, right there."

The Jiraiya on the bed raised his hand in a menial wave.

"And this is the original me, right here," your husband leaned in and kissed at your shoulder. "If you want me to make him go, I can."

Your brows furrowed suddenly, a heat rising in your cheeks at the thought. "N-no, he can stay. For now."

Your husband chuckled into your ear. "For now. You let me know if he's too much. Give me a word and I'll make him go."

You turned in the direction of your husband's voice, allowing his lips to smack softly against your ear; from the corner of your eye, you watched as Jiraiya Two crawled across the bed, dropping the rose from his teeth amidst the petals and confetti, then slipped to the floor on his knees.

You shut your eyes, trying to think of a syllabic word in case it got too much. Your husband's hands slowly returned to your breasts and softly breathed in your ear.

"'Cherry'," you offered with a soft huff.

"'Cherry', okay," Your husband repeated, his chest rising and falling evenly behind you.

You opened your eyes to look up at your Jiraiya, your chest betraying your excitement and nerves. Jiraiya smiled down at you, catching your lips in a soft kiss.

"He can touch you?" he asked for his clone.

You nodded slowly, glancing back to Jiraiya Two kneeling closer to you now. His hands touched at your knees, his fingers curling around the backs of them before easing them apart.

You gulped, allowing Jiraiya Two to do so while you kept your eyes on your husband. He was holding back his gid, biting at his bottom lip as he stared down at you.

"Let me know if he gets to be too much," Jiraiya said, withholding his own restraint as his hands massaged at your chest.

You tried to keep your breathing steady, eyes on your Jiraiya even as Jiraiya Two's fingers hooked into the hips of your panties and began to peel.

You clamped your eyes shut in embarrassment, knowing that your wet was not meant for the clone but for your original copy of your husband.

Jiraiya took sight of your wet panties as they hit the floor, the scent of you punctuating the air. He glanced to your pussy, then to his clone before connecting his eyes back to your mound.

"Easy, honey," Jiraiya breathed heavily against you, watching as Jiraiya Two's tongue slowly flattened to your clit.

"Fuck." You wiggled instantly, turning your head in the direction of your husband. The thought of him between your legs was unsurmountable, the heat of his body still cradling you at the same time.

Your Jiraiya soothed against you, his purr starting like revving engine in his chest. The more you thought of it, the more you relaxed. Exactly how you wanted Jiraiya, all over you.

"That's my girl," Jiraiya praised, his hands slipping down to take grip of your hips. "You taste so good."

You whimpered at his sentiment, your legs spreading further as Jiraiya Two's tongue started traveling further down your pussy.

Your Jiraiya pet at your stomach, touched softly at your skin while peppering your neck and shoulder with kisses. You were stuck in the middle of your man, having the best of both.

Jiraiya Two slowly slipped a finger into your pussy, leisurely pumping while he returned to your clit to suck. His other hand draped your leg over his shoulder, allowing you to open further in his hold.

Your body stretched, your arms going back to drape over your husband's shoulders. You couldn't help the sound that escaped you then, a loud sigh with a hint of a whine.

"My beautiful woman," Jiraiya said, catching your mouth with another kiss. "You deserve to be worshipped."

You moaned into Jiraiya's mouth as the second one slipped another finger in; you inhaled sharply through your nose as his fingers curled up, caressing your soft walls.

"You want to come on my face?" Jiraiya asked, pulling away with a low gasp. His forehead was pressed to yours, allowing you to echo your moans off of his mouth.

You nodded slowly, the heat building along your back. Between the two men, your body was now covered in a film of sweat. Your legs trembled as your hands gripped over Jiraiya's, your fingers intertwining with his as his hands folded over your chest.

He purred a bit louder, rutting his clothed cock against your ass. You couldn't ignore it, only making you whine again. With a glance down at Jiraiya Two, you noticed he was also hard.

The second used his other hand to spread your pussy apart, peeling more of you exposed before puckering his lips around your clit with a new ferocity.

You hissed a sharp intake between your teeth, shying away from his touch a moment before he pulled you back.

"It's okay, Darling," Jiraiya soothed, his eyes going half-mast watching you writhe against his clone. You were teetering on the edge of something euphoric but he watched you bite it back, holding out for his permission. "You can come."

You nodded in agreement to him, moaning in his face again as his clone proved that he knew all of Jiraiya's moves. You shut your eyes with a few snivels, still trying to hold out but finally breaking as Jiraiya Two quickly pumped his fingers in and out of you.

"Jiraiya," you puled, riding into his second's face.

Your husband growled, intrigued, holding your body an inch tighter as you finally found your body built up past its limits. Your knees buckled as Jiraiya Two began to slurp your juices; you buckled in his grasp, moaning and contracting around the second's fingers inside you.

"You look delicious when you cum." Jiraiya licked at your cheek as a tear streaked down, his hands enveloped with yours as you trembled with your undoing.

Your chest heaved with deep gulps, your nipples pinched between yours and Jiraiya's fingers. Milk dribbled over his knuckles, sprinkling your stomach and sliding down your skin.

"Good girl, doesn't that feel good?" Jiraiya asked as Jiraiya Two drew back from your pussy with a loud smack.

His lips were half-swollen and wet from your essence, his chin glazed. Jiraiya pulled you into a soft hug and you hummed, following his lead.

Jiraiya Two sat back on his haunches, an obedient part of Jiraiya. He quietly sucked on his fingers while waiting for his next move.

You rolled your head along Jiraiya’s shoulder, retaining his warmth while a chill scraped down your back. Your husband’s hands slipped along your body in appreciation, pulling you further into his hold.

“Tell me what you want, honey,” Jiraiya muttered into your ear. "It's your birthday, you can have whatever you want."

You smiled and exhaled at the thought, only holding further onto your husband while his clone waited patiently. Your mind began to race with the possibilities, having two of Jiraiya around.

You wormed further in his hold, humping against his sheathed cock. "I want more of you," you stressed.

You reached between the two of you to wrestle Jiraiya's dress pants down. "You, inside me. He can stay."

Jiraiya raised his brows at your order, nodding and following you to bed. You shoved him to sit down, then lie back as he shoved his pants down to his ankles.

"Easy, honey," he urged as you slipped your knee onto the bed.

"Why?" you asked in a husk, your hands bracing his chest and sitting on his waist.

Jiraiya said nothing else, his eyebrows knitting together as he reached a hand up to pet at your soft stomach, decorated with stretch marks from Koguma.

You hid a gulp and angled your hips up to guide Jiraiya's hard cock into you. Leaning onto your husband, you caught his lips in a teasing peck then sank down on his length.

Jiraiya's hands went for your hips, seething at the feeling of you two joining together. You stretched your body against his, releasing a whiny moan into his mouth.

It was extremely sensitive after Jiraiya Two and your husband squeezed at your body with adulation.

"My beautiful woman," Jiraiya breathed out when you parted from his lips.

He guided your hips to angle forward, sliding up on his cock then back down. You whimpered, your bottom lip tempting to break free in a pout.

Your stomach was alight with an innate hunger of your husband. You braced your knees harder around him, following his lead and adding your own slight wiggles and jostles for Jiraiya's own enjoyment.

Then you felt a pair of lips at the small of your back, pecking your skin before spitting against the curve of your ass. You ignored it, staring closely at your husband and crossing your eyes at the slow drag of pleasure.

Your hand slipped up to the back of Jiraiya's head, tangling your fingers in his hair. "Jiraiya, I love you."

He smiled knowingly, his eyes dropped to half-mast. Jiraiya leaned up to rest his forehead to yours as his hands slipped down your thighs then back up to your hips.

"I love you too." He offered, his eyes fluttering shut as you ground against his cock.

The clone's fingers touched at your ass, massaging it tentatively at your cheeks while you focused on your husband.

"C-cherry," you moaned as Jiraiya's tip hit a particularly sensitive spot within you.

In an instant, the feeling of the clone's hands dissipated and Jiraiya crossed an arm over the small of your back to roll you against the mattress.

"I just want you," you crooned, circling your hands up to Jiraiya's shoulders. "I want all of you."

Jiraiya nudged his nose to yours, humming sultrily at your words. He caught your lips with his, straining a long moan into you as he tilted your hips up.

You gasped into his mouth at the sudden change of angle, feeling his cock stroke at your g-spot. Your hands gripped tighter at him, losing yourself in his strokes.

Jiraiya pulled away, kissing at your collarbone then down between your breasts, curling while pumping into you. You threw your head back, enjoying the heat from his breath and his touch.

"Don't leave me," you whined, your hands slipping down Jiraiya's back.

You silently admired your husband's skin, his muscles conforming with each shift and thrust.

"Never," Jiraiya whispered, returning to your gaze. He shut his eyes, met your lips with a deep kiss and a slip of his tongue.

Your eyes rolled with another high moan, curving your body into his as your breathing shortened. You began to billow over, Jiraiya's hips never ceasing the more he kissed into you, enveloping your body so wholly.

You squeaked in exclaim, your knees bracing his hips before your legs crossed behind his waist. He parted from you again with a low gasp, staring down at the meet of your bodies then grabbed at your ankles crossed tight behind him.

Jiraiya growled down at you as you arched your back up, writhing on his cock until you came. Your panted out to the air, moaning through the waves of pleasure as your hands, slipped from Jiraiya's shoulders, were now holding his hips.

To have him all over and inside you was more than enough. You mewed his name out, whimpering and moaning on his cock as he continued pumping.

"That's my girl. Enjoy that, darling." Jiraiya soothed, sliding his hand across your stomach before pushing softly at the top of your pelvic bone.

You jolted softly at the new pressure within your body. Your knees braced your husband harder, your toes now curling at the overstimulation.

"W-wait," you tried, trying to recoil from your husband's thrusts before you were caught a second time, this time freezing as you gushed over his cock again and now his hips.

Jiraiya parted his lips with an aroused pant, his tongue slowly lolling over his bottom lip as his thrusts stuttered out of rhythm. He leaned back over you, taking your hands in his as he stretched your arms over your head.

You were still working through the doubled over pleasure, ducking your face into Jiraiya's neck, as your husband stroked a final time.

He planted his cock deep inside you with a deep hiss at your tightness, his knot slowly swelling inside you as he came.

You gasped for fresh air away from your husband, your eyes lolling closed at the overstimulation now settling in your body.

Jiraiya turned to you, kissed your cheek then chuckled at you. Your fingers squeezed tighter at him, wriggling under your husband to have your nipples rub against his chest scar.

"Was that good?" Jiraiya asked, pecking the skin behind your ear.

You smiled softly and nodded, folding your bottom lip beneath your teeth.

"Well then," Jiraiya smiled and lowered his voice to whisper in your ear. "Happy Birthday."

You chuckled lowly and turned to meet your husband's eyes. "Happy birthday to me," you cooed sultrily.

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i refuse to talk abt how long it took me to finish writing this.

[baka-bakeneko]

Cool Down - Alpha Jiraiya x Omega Fem!Reader [NSFW]

tags: alpha/omega dynamics, foodplay, temp play, breeding kink, pregnancy, lactation, knotting

word count: 2.8 k

synopsis: You, as Jiraiya's now pregnant wife, wake up from a nap and are given a popsicle from your husband

a/n: i really tried to make a wholesome fic but something about jiraiya really makes me *bark bark bark snarl howl* the third fic in this long standing story of Alpha Jiraiya and his Omega wife (first, second, fourth) also this is partially because my friend reminded me of knotting and i forgot it in the first two fics~

You held your back, sitting up from bed with a low groan. Your shoulders felt tight, your stomach half-full with your growing pup.

You sat up on your thighs, hands draped over your stomach while you tried to stretch your shoulders.

"How was your nap?" Jiraiya asked, placing his hand to your forehead upon entering the bedroom.

You leaned your head back to look up at your old man, grinning softly. He returned your soft grin then beamed before leaning in to kiss your forehead.

"Lousy," you muttered, stretching your back to receive another kiss on your forehead. "Your pup burns hot. I couldn't get comfortable."

Jiraiya mused, nuzzling his cheek to your temple.

"So you've told me," he added, his tone turning boastful. "But my darling, you glow. Pregnancy becomes you."

His hand slipped down your head, petting your hair then down your neck. You shivered at his touch, somehow cool and comforting from the film of sweat over you.

"Here," Jiraiya offered up a popsicle, bright pink and wafting with cool air. "For the heat."

You smiled at him, taking one of your hands from your stomach to grab the popsicle. "You have read my mind."

"As I normally do." Jiraiya chuckled, lowering himself to sit next to you on the tatami. He reached his hand out to rub at your stomach, praising and appreciating your body cradling his child.

Your other hand stopped his rubbing directly over your belly button, bringing your popsicle to your lips. "Easy now, Jiraiya."

"What?" He asked casually, though you could notice his nose turning red.

"I can read your mind, too." You rested the popsicle to your lips, batting your tongue out in small licks to savor the tongue-catching cold of the treat. "

"Cherry," you smirked, dragging the popsicle along your jaw before resting under your ear.

You felt your body heat begin to melt it, feeling the popsicle juices slip down the side of your neck and pool to your collarbone.

Jiraiya attempted to hide a gulp, his grin going dumbfounded and struck. His eyes followed the juices down your neck, his nose not keeping his secret.

He grinned hard, closing his eyes as he pulled his hand back to rub at his neck.

"I'll have to get you some more." Jiraiya pushed to his feet, fumbling with his footsteps as he managed to make it to the doorway backwards.

"So soon?" You asked coyly, tracing the popsicle down your neck in a distinct cool line before peeling the neckline of one of Jiraiya's robes from your shoulder.

You shrugged the fabric down, rolling the popsicle over your skin with a deep sigh. "I might need a whole ice bath, honey."

You spared a sultry glance at your husband; his nose was flowing with blood, a feat you were often proud of. To make the pervert overwhelmed felt so powerful.

You shrugged the other shoulder of Jiraiya's robe from you and held the gathered fabric to your chest, accentuating your cleavage with a soft squeeze.

Jiraiya leaned against the doorway, only watching while you teased him with your melting popsicle. The cool juices continued coating your sticky skin and you had to stop to lick the excess from your hand.

You pushed the popsicle past your lips and sucked softly at it, dragging your teeth to shave off the soft ice into your mouth. Bringing it back to your lips, you popped the tip off and lolled it over your tongue before swallowing.

"An ice bath?" Jiraiya finally repeated, folding his hands into fists before his crotch.

You hummed in response, slowly dropping Jiraiya's robe from your body to reveal your breasts. Jiraiya groaned at the sight, pulling himself further out of the room to clamp his teeth down on the doorway.

"Darling," he growled, a warning of what he was holding back so carefully. Lesser alphas would've lunged at the sight, but Jiraiya wanted to be patient.

Jiraiya had to be patient. You cooed, tilting your head to the side before tenderly dragging the half-melted popsicle between your ever-engorging breasts.

"You're not being fair," he huffed against the wood clamped in his teeth, close to splintering from the pressure.

More juices slicked down your skin, slipping down the sides of your protruding stomach and over your belly button.

"Fair wouldn't have gotten us here, dear," you purred, not holding an ounce of venom towards your husband. "Would it?"

Jira didn't answer you, eyes trained on each translucent pink juice drop that dried and decorated your skin. He imagined them all as a treasure map, starting on your neck, down your shoulders, over your stomach and to the sweet spot where the rest of the juices landed.

You straightened up, taking the popsicle over your breast before circling it on your nipple. You threw your head back in a high moan, the shiver it sent through you mixing with the heat coagulated in the small of your back.

Jiraiya's breathing picked up, his ears perking at your sound. His teeth clamped harder with the wood giving way and splintering. You jolted out of the slight trance, pulling the popsicle from your nipple and fluttering your eyes.

Jiraiya was unfazed, however, spitting whatever wood had lodged in his mouth and easing himself back into the room.

He fell to his knees, fists clenched before his kneecaps to show restraint.

"Don't neglect the other one," he urged, inching closer to you.

You spared a slightly embarrassed grin, lowering the popsicle to your other nipple and circling it there. You keened, spreading your knees apart at the sensation before pulling it away.

You brought your poor, violated popsicle to eye level. It was a half-nub of soft pink ice dangling on the wooden stick; you brought it between your lips, held it there while you stared hungrily at Jiraiya.

Before you could order him, Jiraiya found his cue. He cut closer to you, finding your lips and sharing what little of the popsicle was left. The heat of his mouth melted it just before your teeth and you messily slurped the remaining juice away.

Your husband's tongue pushed inside your cool mouth, warming your gums and bedding your tepid tongue. You whined into his mouth, your hands grabbing at the fabric of his pants.

His growl was possessive over you, making your skin liven with a new jolt. Jiraiya's hand slipped casually along your bare knee before slipping under the robe you were wearing to meet your already wet clit.

You heaved, pulling into him with a breathy keen when he flicked his thumb across it.

"Such a dirty girl," Jiraiya scolded, pulling away to nuzzle your nose. "And a horny one at that."

You swooned at his words holding a distinct gravel, one that would talk you out of panties every single time.

You shifted your body closer to him, pressing your breasts to his clean robes before he snarled and lunged forward, carefully easing you on your back.

"I've been patient," Jiraiya began, "because you are with my pup. But darling, you've made a treat of yourself."

You tried at a prideful smirk that was quickly swiped off your face when Jiraiya expertly peeled his pants down to reveal his hard cock.

Your breath hitched, picking up the more you stared at it rubbing against your bare thigh.

"Savor me," you mewed, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

"To the last drop," he hummed, nuzzling to your neck and starting at the sticky cherry there.

You raised your knee to rub at Jiraiya's waist, feeling him switch between his tongue and lips in the sticky trail you wove.

Each swirl of his tongue made your toes curl, wanting to hold him in place until you willed yourself to cum.

His deep groans vibrated through you, his hot breath being pleasant and prickling. Sweat pooled down your back, your hands running through Jiraiya's long white hair.

Your arms crossed tightly along his wide back, wanting to tear the clothes from his body to feel all of him. Your body felt electrified, wanting more of your husband than physically possible.

To punctuate his first trek, Jiraiya found your lips again and shared the salty-sweet mixture of your sweat and the popsicle.

Hungrily, you clawed at his robes, carelessly undressing him before roaming your hands up and along his scarred chest.

Your hands slid down to his hips, raising your knee to shrug the rest of his pants down. You wanted him stark naked, touching and caressing his back with a few deeper moans.

Jiraiya's hand reached to caress your stomach, earning a lively energy in return. His palm coasted over your skin, feeling the small zips between his and yours.

He parted with a pant, his dark eyes blown with lust. His fingers caressed your soft lips, earning your tongue following after them.

"You are so beautiful," he panted, leaning in to lap at your throat.

You extended your neck, feeling Jiraiya's tongue backpedal down your body, sliding over your chest before kissing between your breasts.

You groaned, carding your fingers through Jiraiya's soft hair while he sunk down your body; his band slid off in your hands but he wasn't deterred from his path.

Jiraiya glanced up from under his brows, a darkened look in his eye, taking your breasts in his hands. He massaged carefully, his thumbs circling over your nipples before turning to one and sliding it past his lips.

Your leg hooked over Jiraiya's bare thigh, closing your eyes while your fingers massaged at his scalp. His tongue lolled around the sensitive nub before suckling gently, causing your hand to tighten in his hair.

It was too sensitive then, such a harsh internal tickling that made you want to pull Jiraiya off of you.

"T-too much," you tried, pleading and breathy, though Jiraiya was hard to dissuade.

His other hand slowly drifted down your body, from your breast, over your stomach before reaching to rub at your clit. You careened, wanting to clasp your legs together to deter him from continuing.

Jiraiya parted his lips to huff on your nipple, another harsh feeling of warmth towards your sensitivity. He offered a breathy amused huff at your squirming, his hand now scrubbing in small circles.

Your hand reached to grab his wrist to stop him, your face scrunched in a masochistic sense. The pain and pleasure warred on your face between your furrowed brow to your tightly bitten lip.

"Jiraiya, please," you pleaded, wanting his lips to soothe the heightened sensitivity.

"Oh," Jiraiya responded, condescending yet soft as he curled his fingers away. "Too much?"

You tried at a nod, your face melting to your pitifully knitted brows downturned with your bitten lip swelling to a pout.

"Honey," Jiraiya cooed, distracting you with a few tender kisses to your cheek. "My love, how precious."

His fingers pet down from your clit, earning a twitch of your knee before sliding two inside your pussy and curling them instantly. Your legs came apart at that, your chest puffing with a sharp intake.

Your hand clasping his wrist gripped tighter, attempting to pull him out and further into you at the same time. Your other hand hovered over your mouth to hide your ecstatic noises.

Jiraiya lowered his deviant smile to your other nipple, taking it in his mouth and suckling harder than before. Your knee tried to batter at his side, wanting to shove him off of you though it was starting to feel better.

Your breath picked up more, your knee slowly running up Jiraiya's side. You arched your back, feeling his intricate fingers pump into you.

You jolted at the sudden pull from your nipple with Jiraiya slowly pulling away with a pale white trickle in the corner of his mouth.

"Jiraiya," you crooned, taking his face in both of your hands while your cheeks blushed in mortification. He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, leaving a shiver through your body.

He carefully prodded his tongue to the corner of his mouth, licking up the milk. "It's sweet."

He ignored you, shifting you back down before lining his cock. Jiraiya slowly sank into your pussy, taking the back of your knee and folding it back to your stomach.

You whined, feeling your body tighten around him. Your hands on his face curled around his neck, pulling him close to share his body heat.

Jiraiya hovered over your face, catching the tip of your nose with his.

"I want to taste it again," Jiraiya whispered, grabbing your hip with his free hand to start a softer stride.

He was larger than remembered, conforming to all your softness with his firm girth. Your body pressed closer to him, forcing your weight to his shoulder before shifting him on his back.

Jiraiya's eyes widened at the action, even more at the sight of his voluptuous wife on top of him. His cock hit deeper then, causing you to press your knees into his hips.

You rested your hands to your husband's scarred chest; the plump, shiny scars rippling from the center of his ribs and out to decorate his skin.

Jiraiya rested up on his elbow, watching you write on him and working up the strength to move. His other hand went for your hip, slowly guiding you up on his cock then back down with a satisfying yet agonizing plop.

He groaned, no longer hiding his nose trickling with blood again.

"Just like that, take it slowly," Jiraiya instructed, leaning back further to watch the view of you, bouncing on him, and his cock sinking between your full hips.

He threw his head back in a low moan, his teeth gritting to hide the want to take charge again. You keened on him, plopping down again and clenching your knees harder, your clit smushing to his pubic bone.

"Come on, darling, keep going," Jiraiya hid a whimper, his hand on your hip striding to your clit. His thumb circled it slowly, pushing himself up to take your leaking nipple in his mouth.

You seized on him in an instant, your hands quickly turning to fists to tenderly batter his shoulders. The sensitivity was too much, less of the euphoric kind and more of the ticklish type.

He laughed, low yet boastful, against your chest.

"You don't know what to do with yourself, do you?" he asked.

You shook your head, your eyebrows knitting together in a strain. Jiraiya nodded back at you, pulling his hand back to guide you up and down on his cock.

"It's alright, my love. I'll show you," he said, the husk flowing from his voice. "You'll get there, soon. I'll make it so."

You shook your head again, denying his statement though your stomach felt full of butterflies. Every time you took him in, you felt closer to losing strength, wanting to give him everything he wanted.

Jiraiya was patient, following your slow movements on his cock, milking him so deliberately and delicately. You whined when you sank down hard on him, grinding your slightly abandoned clit to his waist.

"You'll get there," Jiraiya repeated, tracing his hand back a final time and flattening his thumb to your clit. "I'll make it so."

You got caught up, your knees trying to squeeze tighter around your husband's firm waist. Your hips stuttered on him, grinding yourself on his lap while your battering fists calmed and curled around him.

You took his mouth with yours, moaning highly into it while you pressed yourself as tight as possible to him. Your sensitive nipples heaved against the ridges of his scars, gaining more from your orgasm on Jiraiya.

He hummed in response, his arms closing around your waist before using his hand to bounce your butt in efforts to wiggle your hips on his cock. Jiraiya came undone soon after, growling effectively in your mouth and earning more gushing from you.

You pulled away to catch your breath, feeling Jiraiya suddenly harder and firmer inside you. You refused to lean away from him, obsessed with the touch of his damp skin and sweet mouth.

You tried to unclamp your knees from him, ready to lie beside him but was stuck on his lap. With a dull glare at Jiraiya and his sudden avoiding gaze, you planted your feet up at his sides, looking down to see your pervert husband's cock planted firmly inside you.

"Jiraiya," you tried in a scold.

Jiraiya nervously grinned, still avoiding your eyes. "Yes, my beautiful girl?"

"You knotted me, you perverted bastard!" Your hand turned into a fist again, battering at his chest.

"It's just that you're so sexy, my love," Jiraiya hummed with praise, curling his finger behind your ear as if to tuck a hair back.

"Deflate it right now," you ordered, trying to ignore the delicacy of him inside your pussy.

"Wish I could, darling," he sweet-talked, leaning into you before glomping on top of you. "We'll be stuck like this for some time."

He nuzzled under your chin, emanating a loud purr and petting softly at your stomach that you couldn't help but swoon to.

[baka-bakeneko]

Make it Stick - Alpha!Jiraiya x Omega!Reader [NSFW]

a/n: a continuation of Alpha!Jiraiya from the first fic, a direct continuation (third fic here, fourth fic here, extraonehere)

cw: cnc, breeding kink, alpha/omega dynamics, extra double decker (oatmeal) creampie

synopsis: Jiraiya helps you, his wife, to bed but not without helping himself.

You groaned when you felt Jiraiya's burly arms curl around you and carry you to bed. Your eyes were heavy, turning into Jiraiya's naked chest as he walked softly through the hut and laid you down on the tatami mat.

"My darling," Jiraiya purred, following your lazed body to the floor. His knees met the floor, curling himself and stretching out next to you. "You must be so tired."

You hummed, your jaw following Jiraiya's gentle touch on your cheek. Your body tried to curve in his direction, every touched synapse in your skin re-firing with heat.

Jiraiya's purr continued, taking your nudging knee as permission to move closer. His hand curled against the back of your neck, tugging you towards him with a kiss at your heavy lids.

You groaned again, your heart picking up with the heat. Even with Jiraiya's cum seeping between your thighs, you felt your body riling up while your bones felt denser than lead.

"You want more?" Jiraiya asked, nudging his nose along your hairline.

You shook your head slowly, reveling in the soft sheets under you. Jiraiya spared a soft scoff at you, his hand at your neck starting down your back.

He earned low breathy keen from you, your hips wiggling the more your skin began to burn. Your pussy quaked in response, still pulsing.

Jiraiya edged up on his knees, curling on top of you and tenderly nipping at your ear. "Your body says words you won't."

His teeth caused you to raise your head, rolling your shoulders back while your legs melted apart. Jiraiya inhaled deeply while his teeth scraped down your ear.

"Your pussy says more still." Jiraiya grit, his purr deepening as his hands softly gripped your waist.

He used his knees to further pry apart your slick thighs, using an inch of his strength to raise you up from the floor. "Present it for me, darling. I'll make this one stick."

You tried your best, his touch causing more of your undoing. It was warm yet firm, caressing each curve with a calloused touch. You whined in your throat, doing your best to angle your hips though the cold air hit your pussy and you twitched.

"I know, dear, I'll make it worth your while." Jiraiya released your ear, allowing your body to rest back on the mat. "I'll do all the work."

You could hear the perversion in his voice, how his hand tapered from your waist and snaked up your back, admiring the curve. The faintest scent of blood dotted the air and you knew if you glanced over your shoulder, your husband would be sporting a trickling nosebleed.

"Jiraiya," you mewed, only earning a deeper growl from his chest, "I just want to sleep."

Jiraiya grinned, curling his arm around your waist and slowly sifting you back down to the mat. "I'll let you sleep, you let me do the rest."

Your eyelids fluttered at the warmth of his body over yours, a manmade blanket with a hard pounding heart and pieces that hugged in all the right places. You tried your best, letting the thought of rest take you away before being woken up by Jiraiya's hands on your hips, slowly sinking his cock into your tired pussy.

You hummed out a low moan, your head turning against the mat at feeling so full. Jiraiya groaned against the shell of your ear, planting his hands on either side of your body and rutting his hips slowly before reaching the hilt.

Your face pinched at the feeling, the flush of his waist against your ass causing your breath to pick up. Still, you didn't move, only nuzzled your cheek into the sheets.

"You like it, don't you?" Jiraiya asked, his voice barely above a husk. "You just lie there and let me do it all for you."

He turned his nails into the tatami, raking through the small straws and causing miniscule tears. Yet another thing Tsunade wouldn't appreciate about the state of the safehouse.

Jiraiya slowly pulled out, leaving his tip just inside for you to squirm. He nuzzled at your temple, a purr returning in his chest. "I'll make this one worth it, I promise. You be round with my pups soon, darling."

You moaned at that, earning a sharp snap of Jiraiya's hips into you. His hands snaked up your forearms, spreading you out further before wedging his hands under your breasts.

"I can't wait for these to be thick with milk," he gushed lowly, squeezing tenderly. "I will have to restrain myself."

You groaned, attempting to wedge your knee up to change position; Jiraiya's warm, heavy body still pinned you down, working agonizingly slow.

He slid out again, leaving a hot trail within you to be filled. You whined again, wanting the same wanton heat inside you to be sated.

"Now you want it," he said, his voice holding a low tease. "I knew you would."

He shifted slightly, hands once again finding your hips and raising them up before thrusting into you again. Your shoulders quaked at the sheer force of it, your pussy trembling and pulsing for more.

Jiraiya began a softer pace, taking in your squirming knees and twitching shoulders. "So much more keen. I'll be sure to make this your last, for now."

You squeaked at that, your knees clasping together as the sensation inside of you began to grow once again. You tried to hold on, but was met with a crackling tightness along your back, hiding your face in the mat as you panted out your husband's name.

Your toes curled, your hand suddenly floating up and attempting to shove Jiraiya away to stop the crushing, freeing feeling of your orgasm.

"You're hungry for me still," Jiraiya boasted, his scarred chest puffing while purring.

You felt yourself coiling on his tip, wanting more and less of him at the same time. He quickly picked up the pace, finding a foot planted and holding your hips tighter.

He folded over you, holding you to the base of his cock while your eager, lazed pussy gulped for more attention. Jiraiya bared his teeth at your shoulder, tempting to bite as he finally seized and held you there, spilling his cum deep inside you once again.

You raised your head from the mat with a panted exhale, your body igniting in a fire much different from your heat. Every inch your husband touched now felt indescribable, a tainted mixture of soft cotton and electric wire.

Jiraiya dropped your hips, the two of you collapsing on the mat with a soft thump. He caught his breath on top of you, his nose finding your ear and nuzzling.

He stayed inside of you longer this time, hoping to savor this one for the one that'd stick. You turned your head away towards him, inhaling his sickly sweet breath.

Jiraiya shifted on his elbow, resting the two of you on your sides. His cock jerked inside of you again, earning a hitch in your knee as he slicked your hair to your scalp.

You were dripping, in more ways than one, your bath in the hot spring rendered useless by your combined filth. Your leg draped over his, curling into a bundle of raw, tired limbs.

His hands scooped around to your stomach, petting tenderly at the pudge there.

"I've pounded you full, darling. Now it'll have to stick," Jiraiya hummed, nuzzling his damp nose to your shoulder. "I wish for twins."

-

You had expected to stay for a week. A full seven days to sweat out the majority of your heat. The bulk of it was around the third day, leaving every day afterwards as a panted walk through a park.

Or so you assumed.

It'd been a month since you and Jiraiya left the omega safehouse and, with a few lengthy apologies and promises to clean everything to its original form, Tsunade wasn't perturbed with you.

She was, however, upset with Jiraiya but with not much else to do about it.

You'd asked if it was possible to use the hut again, or a different one, to get further from your husband's loving stalking. Tsunade had shrugged and offered a map of other huts similar, along a similar untreaded path just the same distance from town.

It was practically useless. The dots on a map might as well have spelled out 'sorry, no luck' to you and your efforts.

Still, you attempted to prevail, readying yourself this time around for a more secluded vacation from your husband. But this time with more willpower at least.

You bent and kissed your old man on the forehead, feeling his perverted eyes peer down your shirt. "I'll return soon, okay?"

You righted in your stance, shifting your pack on your back before Jiraiya grabbed your wrist. He tenderly tugged you down to the floor, landing in his crossed lap.

"I have to go," you urged, grinning up at your husband as he cradled you in his arm.

"Hold on," Jiraiya began before folding over you and pressing his nose to every free inch of your shoulders, your chest, down to your stomach before wiggling his nose just above your waist. "You're not going anywhere."

"Honey, I can't stay..." you tried, earning gruff noise of disbelief from Jiraiya.

His lips curled into a smile as he inhaled deeply along your waist, back up to your breasts then down again. The old man didn't bother to hide the perverted slurp of his saliva as he stared into your eyes.

"You're not going anywhere, darling," he repeated, his pervish grin now brightening. "You're pregnant."

You scoffed in disbelief, flashing your teeth in a grin of the same caliber. "No, I have to go now."

You tried to get up but Jiraiya cradled you a bit tighter. "There's no need, my love." He folded to your chest again, fully resting his nose in the space below your stomach and inhaled deeply, enriching his mind on the scent.

"You are ripening as we speak," Jiraiya beamed, his hand flattening to your stomach and rubbing softly. "My pup grows within you. I'm so proud."

You watched as your husband beamed at your stomach, nudging his nose to your waist and rubbing carefully at you. You hadn't noticed a change, wondered if anyone else could have smelled it on you.

But Jiraiya was a trained, aged alpha. He must've known these types of things for longer than you did. You smiled as Jiraiya straightened up then folded over you, finding your lips in a tender kiss.

His arms curled tighter around you, pulling you impossibly close while intoxicated on your scent.

"My wife with my pup." he crooned happily, his chest starting in a distinctly proud rumble.

You pat tender at his shoulder, watching him beam and glow. You hid a roll of your eyes. "This was not in the plans."

"Too late," Jiraiya whispered, catching your lips a second time.

You found yourself succumbing to his delight, his pride in a fell swoop. Your body conformed in his hold and you breathed deeply at his neck.

"I still got it!" Jiraiya straightened up and boasting outwardly. "This old man can breed!"

You hid a cringe at your husband, his arms leaving you to rest at his hips with another puff of his chest. You rested in his crossed lap, staring up at him with a shake of your head.

What had you mated with? You joked inside, still sharing Jiraiya's pride.