warnings: nsfw (MINORS DNI) naruto and the other students are 18-19
not proofread! feel free to send requests! :))
Kakashi
being domestic….
kakashi is very used to taking care of himself; so he automatically takes care of you too. but the second you start caring for him, he’s popping boners left and right.
you did his laundry for him: he’s hard. you made him lunch: he’s hard. you wish him luck on his mission and kiss his cheek: he’s hard.
some days he doesn’t even end up leaving the house because he gets to caught up fucking you silly over the kitchen counter LMAO
also his books…
if you read his books without him knowing and then reenact a scene with him, he will lose his mind.
Gai
wearing his clothes…
like if he comes home to see you in his green outfit, or even just his vest or leg warmers. he’s going feral and bending u tf over.
also if you watch him train and compliment his muscles, he will lose it. he loves showing off his strength to you (he’s always picking u up and throwing you over his shoulder hehe) so when you praise him for it he gets weak in the knees.
Jiraiya
everything and anything turns him on…
he loves your perfume. if he smells it in public like at a store or something he will need to excuse himself to the bathroom to fix his ‘little’ problem.
your hair turns him on, your lips turn him on, your voice turns him, shit even your breathing turns him on.
You could just chilling with him on the couch, silently reading before you notice Jiraiya crawling inbetween your legs. “What are you doing?” you would ask, just to get a stupid response from him like: “you were breathing. it was hot.”
And trust, if you try to seduce him or show that you want him in that way, he will genuinely pass tf out.
when he’s really tired and his day has been shitty, just shove your tits in his face and play with his hair. pls 🙏
Naruto
Naruto actually feels quite bad when he gets turned on while you’re doing normal things. it makes him feel like a pervert, like Jiraiya LMAO.
but he can’t help it if you touch his ear or hair.
Naruto never knew he could be so sensitive to a touch like that. but if you brush his hair behind his ear, your finger tips grazing the outer shell of it, he’ll get weak in the knees for sure.
Also pull his hair…trust he likes that.
he also likes watching you train or fight. It turns him on seeing how strong you are. trust he’ll just have smug ass smirk while everyone watches you fight. he’ll probably say smth stupid like: “Yep, that’s my girlfriend.” sitting there with a nasty man spread or smth
also he definitely doesn’t mind if you boss him around. i mean sometimes he’ll pretend that it gets on his nerves (and it definitely did when he was younger) but now that he’s grown he loves that shit 🙏
Sasuke
i feel like sasuke is not a SUPER sexual person. the usual things that turn people on doesn’t really have much of an effect on him….that was until he saw you in a short nurses dress because you and your friends were having a costume party.
sasuke is actually super into like dressing up. Whether it be an outfit like the nurses one, or just a simple lingerie, he goes crazy.
I think that Sasuke likes the teasing foreplay even more than the actual sex part of sex.
like just sit on his lap and tease tf out of him in your little outfit and he’ll lose his mind.
if you ever walk past him in public, nonchalantly lifting your shirt just a bit so he can see the top of your thong…your getting bent tf over in the nearest bathroom.
Kiba
YOU BEING MAD. hear me out.
he will do anything in his power to frustrate you. He’ll tease you, mess up your work, slap your books out of your hands. literally anything to get you to be mad at him.
and his favorite part….when you finally yell at him.
Making him sit down and listen to your lecture. he’ll reply with a smirk and a “yes ma’am!” as he hides his massive boner lmao.
he secretly loves getting bossed around by you, it really gets him going. and he especially loves fucking you until your not mad anymore…
CALL HIM A GOOD BOY AND HIS TAIL WILL BE WAGGIN LMAO
Shikamaru
shikamaru loves lazy days…it gets him going when you act just as lazy as him.
usually your always busy, making him do chores with you and everything. but on those special days where your just as tired, he goes feral.
You’re wearing nothing but some fuzzy socks, little shorts, and his shirt. yeah he’s already gone. and if you want sleepy, lazy sex….he feels as if he died and went to heaven.
also: if you are smarter than him.
like if you win when playing your game against him or Asuna, he would have to hide his flustered face and growing tent in his pants.
he’s not too sure why, but he is really attracted to intelligence.
Lee
EVERYTHING BABE, EVERYTHING
Lee worships the ground you walk on, you are a goddess in his eyes. you don’t even need to do anything and he would be horny for you.
Though I don’t think Lee would ever initiate sex, he would be down for it literally any time you ask.
he really loves when you compliment his strength. like please sit on his back while he does push ups and praise him after each one. he would genuinely pass away lmao
yeah so there isn’t anything specific that turns him on, honestly just the thought that you want him makes Lee turned on
Gaara
like sasuke, i don’t think Gaara is a very sexual person. it quite rare that he want sex.
Though i do believe he LOVES making out. Just sit on his lap and touch each other all over while heavily making out and breathing in each other’s ear…SIGN HIM TF UP.
Though Gaara will get turned on if you try to seduce him. he would definitely be confused as first but after he knows what’s going on he gets all flustered and nervous hehe
Like if you’re leaning close to him, giggling and twirling your hair and stuff. It turns him on knowing that you want HIM of all people
Kankuro
like Kiba, he likes to piss you off.
He’ll purposely kiss you after you put on lipstick and smear the color, running away while laughing as you complain. He’ll smack your ass as you walk by and ‘not know what you’re talking about’ when you tell him to stop. He’ll scare you when you walk past, he’ll bother you, he’ll mess up your hair. But it’s not because he doesn’t like you, it’s quite the opposite.
He likes when you get mad at him. yelling at him and making him apologize or clean up his mess. he likes it trust 🙏
but Kankuro also secretly loved praise and being babied. Like grab his face gently, make him look up at you as your praise him for all his hard work. He would melt.
when I say I want jiraiya and they think I mean the 25 year old skinny era, but in reality I mean the 50 year old perv, with hands big enough to crush my head, and a death wish era
He could tolerate traffic. He could even tolerate long meetings full of people who liked the sound of their own voice. Hell, he once sat through an entire author dinner where some twenty-five-year-old poet tried to explain the death of print publishing over foie gras.
But nothing made his blood boil quite like watching his wife hunched over her laptop on a Sunday morning.
Sunday was supposed to be sacred.
His day. Your day. Your day with him.
The only day you both were supposed to sleep in, stay in bed too long, eat late breakfast, maybe have sex twice before noon and instead, here you were again. Legs folded, T-shirt barely covering your thighs, messy bun half-falling apart, muttering something about a campaign revision while typing furiously on your keyboard.
“I still don’t get it.” He stood at the doorway of the living room, arms crossed, shirtless, jaw ticking.
You didn’t look up. “Good morning to you too.”
“It’s Sunday.”
You hummed. “I’m aware.”
“Then why are you working?”
“Because I have a pitch due tomorrow.”
He took a breath. “You know I make enough money to keep both of us alive for the next fifty years, right? We could literally never work again and be fine.”
“I’d get bored.”
“Then get bored on my dick.”
“Jiraiya.”
He padded over to the couch, barefoot and already annoyed. When he crouched in front of you, it was dramatic, like he’d been personally betrayed.
“Baby,” he said, voice soft but dangerous, “I am a multimillionaire, director of an entire goddamn publishing empire, and married to the hottest woman alive, why are you working instead of sitting on my face right now?”
“Because I have a deadline, not a death wish.” You rolled your eyes.
“What, and I do?”
He sat back on the rug in front of you and spread his legs like he owned the floor. His eyes scanned your face, then dropped to your thighs, lingering.
“This is cruelty.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
“I’m being neglected. There’s a difference.”
You raised an eyebrow, still typing. “Didn’t you have a book launch last week?”
“Yeah.”
“And a corporate dinner the night before?”
“Mhm.”
“So you’ve been busy too.”
“Busy making money to spoil the love of my life,” he grinned, “Not staring at ugly Google Doc while ignoring my rock-hard morning wood.”
You finally laughed. “Oh my god.”
“I’m serious,” he said, eyes locked on yours. “I hate this. I hate when you do this. Sundays are supposed to be ours.”
Your fingers slowed. “…I know.”
“Then quit.”
“I don’t want to quit.”
“Then take today off,” he said, voice rougher now, “Take the laptop, throw it out the window, and come sit on my fucking face like a good wife.”
Your jaw dropped. “Jiraiya!”
“What?” He smirked. “I eat better than any man in this city. You should be proud to be on the menu.”
You stared at him, speechless.
He leaned in close, grinning wide. “Lie back and let me devour you, princess. Or do you really think a client’s works is more satisfying than me tongue-deep between your thighs?”
“Holy shit.”
“You married me,” Jiraiya said with his grind of course.
You finally shut the laptop, not because of what he said, but because you were actually starting to think about it.
Jiraiya noticed. He always noticed.
“See? That’s better.” His tone shifted, softer now, but no less intense.
“You work too much. You never slow down. You’ve got this perfect little brain, and I love it, but damn, baby… You weren’t made for stress. You were made for silk sheets, slow mornings, and being spoiled rotten.”
You blinked.
“…You’re serious?”
“Of course I’m serious. I’m always serious when I’m hard.”
You laughed, smacked his shoulder, and leaned your head against the back of the couch. He crawled up beside you, nuzzling into your side, warm skin and lazy hands. His fingers brushed the inside of your thigh like second nature.
“So what’ll it be, boss lady? Boring meeting, or breakfast in bed and a tongue so good it makes you cry?”
“…You are insane.”
“Insane for you.”
You covered your face with your hands.
He chuckled and kissed your shoulder.
“Just quit,” he said again, softer now. “I can take care of us. I want to take care of us. You don’t have to keep proving anything. Just be mine. That’s enough.”
The way he said it, so casually, like breathing, made your chest go tight.
“...I’ll close the laptop for now.”
He kissed your neck. “That’s my girl.”
ᯓ 𐙚 Forgive me for disappearing for sooooo longg, but I’m finally writing again. I don’t even know how I came up with this idea lol, sorry if it’s cringe oh my gosh. I hope you enjoy my writing. Thank you for waiting my writing🩵
jiraiya who enjoys letting you take advantage of him.
"sit." he ordered softly with a subtle sharp tone, clicking his tongue against his teeth at your hesitant form, puffy folds just barely pressing against his wet lips while you hovered in insecurity. you captured his undivided attention, the usually obnoxious sage scarily quiet. long, white hair untied from his usual loose ponytail was sprawled along the bed and he was rid of his hitai-ate. his face was flushed a bright pink, eyes drooping in absolute longing. "please sit.." he urged you with the tip of his tongue poking outwards to drag a stripe along your wet cunt just above his face. he hummed at the taste of you on his taste buds, dilated pupils going unnoticed in his dark eyes. his fat cock was almost bursting in anticipation. your unintentional teasing made his head spin, leaving you with an impatient wrap of his arms around the fat of your thighs. a desperate tug of your body downwards, the smallest spurt of cum staining the front of his pants at the feeling of your weight against his waiting face.
you hadn't even the time to complain, his lips hurriedly latching onto your folds. strong arms locked you in tight and the pads of his fingers dug craters into the soft skin of your thighs. his tongue was skillful, as expected from his age and his promiscuous ways. fast yet just the right amount of gentle. his tongue flicked at the sweet bud in his mouth with glazed over eyes. he watched your every move, every facial expression with his face scrunched in pleasure of pleasuring you.
"so good.." his mumbles were muffled on your soft pussy. his eyes rolled to the back of his head, cock twitching painfully as your hips unintentionally ground against his face, your pubic mound bumping into the long shape of his nose. "mmmfff.. love it.."
you had given in to the addictive flicks of his tongue against your pussy, your noises bouncing off the walls and back at you. your thighs squeezed at his head at the obscene slurps his mouth created, whining loudly at the brief feeling of his tongue dipping into your hole. your cunt pulsed on his taste buds, the bounce of your hips on top of him proceeding with more vigor.
leaning back, a weak hand slipped down into the waistband of jiraiya's pants. his hips bucked and he groaned loudly into the space between your thighs as your warmth wrapped around the width of his leaking cock, a mix of precum and thick sperm dribbling down into your palm. he was was impossibly hard, the slightest touch leaving behind a twitch and a grunt in response. your hand clutched at his cock tightly, the lubricant from his cum squishing softly at the movements of your hands pumping his shaft.
he groaned against your skin and gently shook his head, his tongue mirroring his movements. the anxious churn of his gut and aggressive tightness in his balls began to warn him. he couldn't cum before you. he tried not to. but the delicious tug of your hand and the sweet saltiness of your slick threatened to make him spill, a constant flow of precum and blood rushing through his cock. your body did well for his pride, convulsing with loud whines and the sweet release of your juices landing on his tongue.
"fuuucckkkー" your hand held the base of his cock in a steady grip as you came, setting him off with a loud groan into your sensitive cunt. the sage green of his uniform turned dark as cum seeped into the fabric of his pants, painting his pelvis with the excess that bubbled over.
with soft pants, you lifted your body upwards only to be pulled into the same grip you were just in.
"mm-mm.. just a little longer." jiraiya gave a dopeish smile with a mix of your juices and his saliva dripping down his cheeks and chin, slipping out of lust into his signature of outright perversion.
Kinktober day 6: Mirror Sex/Public Sex (Reader x Any Nasty "Older" Man of your Choosing)
Characters: Requiem!Leon Kennedy, Kishibe, Zeke Yaeger, Erwin Smith, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna, Old! Joseph Jostar, Older Jotaro Kujo, Jiraiya, Kakashi ....any other charcter you wanna superimpose into this bathroom with you.
*****(I'm trying something different here, I wrote this with a character in mind but realized about half way through that I never mentioned his name or even got that physically descriptive. So i wanted to see what it would be like to leave it open. Let me know if yall hate it)*****
You had a bit of a…taste for older men. Not too much older, really, but…older than you. And tonight your limits were being tested. By this man, this man who approached you between your third and fourth drink. One whose tongue was made nasty by liquor. Exceptionally nasty. In a smoke latent, booze sticky floored bar, he took you by the waist and after just a few dances he was whispering in your ear about how he wanted to take you into the bathroom and press you against the mirrors and make you watch yourself as he fucked your brain out of your head.
Truly, what could you have done? There was no way you were saying no to an offer like that, especially not from this…wet dream of aman. A man whose voice scoured your ear and neck as he spoke, liquor heavy breath intoxicating you by proxy. In the small bar bathroom, loud music pumping through, he pressed your face against the glass of the mirror, a black-markered graffiti in your vision. Did its artist anticipate that their work would be your grounding piece, a focal point while getting your lights fucked out by a man likely twenty years older than you? Your eyes couldn’t focus on your reflection, you were too close to the glass, and you were barely able to keep your eyelids open for longer than a few seconds at a time. He was big, and it had been a while, you thought there was a none zero chance that he could have broken through some kind of regrown hymen the way it felt like he split you open with his angry, brutally paced thrusts. You felt your cum drip down your legs, stringy beads of your combined precums catching in your panties around your ankles. He hunched over your back, sharp teeth biting into your ear, tasting the metal of your earrings.
“Look at you. Such an easy slut for me.” He growled, making your cunt flutter around him, “Oh you like that, huh? You love being a nasty slut. Getting fucked by a stranger, you do this for everyone? Or am I just special?”
You try to whimper out an answer but your voice has abandoned you, you see your drool glisten against the mirror.
He laughed at you, a deliciously cruel taunt. He takes hold of the roots of your hair, pulling you back from the glass and making you look at your reflection, and at him still thrusting hard behind you.
“See how pretty you look like this?” He jerked your head to force your shy eyes to look forward.
You made eye contact with your reflection. He was right. You did look pretty like this. Your hair pulled up in a perfect, unobtainable pony tail, falling around your face, your lips glossy and parted for your gasps, your tits half exposed from your top, threatening to spill over. He watched you from behind, admiring yourself, observing your transformation into the hedonistic slut he clocked you as the moment he met you.
“Go on, give her a little kiss.” He pressed deeper inside you, hard against your cervix.
“W-what?’ You whined, trying to look back, but unable to break away from his grip on your hair.
“Give yourself a pretty kiss in the mirror. Show me how sexy you think you look, come on.” He thrust again hard enough to push you forward.
You had to catch yourself against the mirror with both hands to avoid hitting your face. You looked at yourself in the mirror again, seeing your wide, confused eyes. Sure, you looked pretty like this, but this was…weird. And probably dirty. I mean, you could see the water droplets from the sink water, when was the last time someone had cleaned this thing? And when was the last time you had kissed a mirror? Grade school? He tugged your hair again, he was certainly becoming impatient. One look in the mirror at him and you could tell he was not fucking around. You gave yourself one last appraisal in the mirror before leaning in and kissing the glass, your lips meeting the flat reflected image of themselves.
He groaned behind you, although your eyes were closed. You felt his cock twitch inside of you, curving against your g spot. The hand in your hair pushes you further against the mirror, so you kiss again. Giving your glassy likeness a sloppy open mouthed kiss.
“Ohhh…” You swear it sounds like he’s impressed with you, “Dirty girl.”
You let your eyes start to creep open, catching soft glimpses of your skin reflecting the dark, green bathroom light. Watching the soft pink of your tongue press against itself. You wondered what it would feel like to kiss yourself, not just another woman, but actually yourself. To taste your own tongue, to feel your softened, glossed lips gliding against themselves. You felt yourself getting wetter around him, smoothing the motion of him circling into your body again and again. He reached past your hips circling your clit with one finger sending you whimpering, opened mouth kisses fogging up your reflected partner. Who he then separated from you, pulling you back by your hair to hinge you upward against him.
“You like this don’t you, baby?” He pinches your ear between his teeth, “I knew you were nasty.”
He circles your clit faster, letting your precum combination lube his motions.
“You gonna cum for me? Make a nasty mess all over this bathroom. What ever dumb fucker comes in here next wont know how it got so wet. Or why it reeks of sex and cum and sweat.” He laps over your neck, “Maybe the poor fuck will wash his hands in the sink after you’ve got it soaked. You wanna squirt on me, baby?”
Fucked dumb, you nodded stupidly, craning your neck backward for a look at him, trying to see his face. He held your neck, helping your strained gaze. You caught his eyes, watching how he strains to stay solid inside of you, fighting through your trembling, quaking nearing orgasm. You feel the bulging, familiar swell of pleasure rolling around your pelvis, you shake against him.
“Let it go, baby. Let it go. Make a mess baby.” He fucks you deeper, “Need me to choke you, baby? That what you need? Is that what you like?”
He peels your shirt down, exposing the soft half moon of each of your nipples, watching you begin to crumble in the mirror. He grips around your throat, holding you on the sides, enough to make your vision darken at the edges. Your whole body tenses, and a wave of squirt flushes out of you. Your orgasm joins alongside it, you cry out, as much as your held throat will allow you to. Your vision goes white and grainy, the greenish tinted light of the bathroom, blooming to cover the whole of your vision.
“Yeah baby! Yeah thats the fucking ticket, huh? That’s what you needed, huh?” He fucked into you harder pushing out more and more, fucking you through your orgasm.
“Fuck you’re squeezing me so tight” He lets go of your neck, and without his support, you have to fight to catch yourself on the counter, “ ‘m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
Your hips fucked back against him, desperate for him to cum inside, but he held you firm against the counter with one hand, and pulled himself out with the other. Giving himself the final strokes needed to finish.
“No…inside…please,” You whined.
He grunted and you felt the hot spurts of cum landing on your ass and lower back, some reaching as far up as your waist. His grip on your top tightens as he attempts to sturdy himself, trying to keep from falling on top of you. You whimper against the counter, mourning the feeling of hot, fresh cum filling you. The hand jerking himself off stops and joins you on the counter, you feel his hot pants on the back of your neck, his softening cock pressing against the seam of your body, still feeling the soft pulse of your orgasm against him. You shift slightly, trying to stand up to get the counter’s edge off of your lower stomach.
“Don’t move.” He growls, “Don’t move yet.”
You obey, too tired to even try to ignore him. He crouches behind you, looking at his handy work. Your used, puffy cunt looks back at him, reflecting the moody green lighting of the bathroom. Your cum and his dripping together from where he marked your back. He sees one particularly potent drop slipping from the cleft of your spine, down toward your asshole. He catches it with his tongue before it reaches.
“Oh---”You hiss, keening back against his face.
He slurps up his mess, his fat, wet tongue sliding over all the soiled skin of your back. The taste of your skin, the taste of your shared orgasm, your sweat, his sweat melding together with his spit. Your pleasure fried nerves can pick up the gentle brush of his eyelashes as he laps over you. It’s surprisingly tender, despite its obvious perversion. A gentle, wet trail soothing your desperate skin, the soft scratch of his stubble feeling like a blanket over you. Your eyes flutter slightly, indulging in the soft treatment. Once he’s done, content that your skin is clean, he pulls your panties over your legs, placing them back over your hips and pulling your hiked up skirt back down. Your panties had caught a fair amount of your secretions, and the cool fabric pressed against your cunt, making you moan softly.
“Can you stand?” He tucks himself back into his pants behind you, fastening them with a soft jingle of his belt.
You test your shaking legs, holding on to the counter for support. They're trembling, and you don’t know about your gait, but you can stand. You nod, tucking your breasts back into your bra, adjusting your top back to normal. You look in the mirror, at your reflection and feel almost a bit shy looking at her. He moves a piece of hair behind your ear, making you turn to face him. He looks different outside of the mirror, all his dimensions, both internal and external taking form in front of you.
“You okay?” His eyes scan over you quickly, darting across your features.
He looks actually worried. The hard, nasty demeanor from just moments ago has evaporated.
You smile, tilting your head a bit, “I’m good. Looks like your cock’s not the only thing that gets soft afterward, huh?”
He chuckles, and even in the bathroom’s dim light you think you see a blush, “Just checking on you. I’m not a monster.”
You laugh lightly, “No, you’re a real gentleman. Don’t know anyone else who’d clean me up like that.” you turn back to the sink to wash your hands, trying to avoid the wetter spots.
He brushes your hair off your neck, giving it a small kiss, “A gentleman, huh? I think you’re the first person to ever call me that.”
You turned off the water reaching for the paper towel dispenser, “Well I may not have the best standards, so don’t take it too seriously.”
You dry your hands and turn back to him. He doesn’t look wounded by your joke. You lean back against the counter.
“So…what now? You walk out first? I walk out first?” You bite your bottom lip, unsure of how to proceed.
Despite his teasing before, you didn’t actually do this very often, and you weren’t sure if this…meant anything for him. The way you were starting to think it did for you.
He shrugs, “How about you give me your number?”
“Oh?”
He leans over you, placing his hand on either side of the counter, closing you in, “Or…if you don’t wanna give out your number, to someone you just met. I can take you to a late dinner, and you can invite me back to your place. Then you can give me your number so I can take you out again.”
“How can you be so sure you’ll wanna take me out again? Or that I want to see you again?” You put your arms over his shoulders.
“Because you're sexy, and you like me. And I like you. And that's a rare thing to come by these days. And I think after some polite conversation and some more impolite behavior tonight, you’ll find you want to see me again too.” He leaned in to kiss you but was stopped by a hard wrap on the door.
“Hurry the fuck up! No way y’all are still fucking and people wanna pee!!” A fussy voice demands from the other side.
You can't help but laugh, pushing your forehead against his, “Busted.”
He shares your laugh, kissing you gently before taking your hand.
“Come on.” He leads you out of the bathroom without any staggering of exits, no point when there was a line of annoyed bar patrons who had all clearly heard what had just happened.
You’re spread out on the futon like an offering, completely naked and flushed from head to toe in a deep, rosy glow that makes your skin look fever-hot. Sweat beads along your collarbones and the valley between your breasts, trickling down your sides in slow, tickling paths. Jiraiya looms over you like a living mountain of sculpted muscle and raw heat, his massive frame casting you in shadow. His long, wild white hair cascades forward, the silky strands dragging teasingly over your hypersensitive nipples and belly, sending electric shivers racing across your skin. Those powerful arms cage you in, thick biceps and forearms corded with tension, veins standing out as he holds himself just above you—close enough that you feel the scorching furnace of his body heat radiating down, mingling with your own.
His cock is a monstrous, obscene thing—easily the thickest you’ve ever seen, a heavy, veined pillar of flushed, angry red flesh that curves aggressively upward. The shaft is ridged with prominent veins that pulse visibly under the taut skin, and the fat, bulbous head is already slick and glistening with a steady drip of precum that smears across your lower belly in warm, sticky trails. It rests there like a promise and a threat, so long it reaches well past your navel, the weight of it pinning you down with its sheer presence.
He’s been teasing you for what feels like hours, drawing it out until you’re a trembling, desperate mess. Two of his thick, calloused fingers—each one almost as wide as a normal man’s cock—had already stretched you open earlier. They scissored deep inside your dripping cunt, curling ruthlessly against that spongy spot that made stars explode behind your eyes, until your juices were pouring out in slick, audible gushes onto the futon sheets, soaking through to your skin. But nothing, nothing could prepare you for the real thing.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Jiraiya murmurs, his voice a husky, gravelly rumble that vibrates straight through your chest. That signature playful smirk of his has melted into something darker, more primal—eyes half-lidded with raw hunger, pupils blown wide. One of his huge hands grips the thick base of his cock, the fingers barely able to wrap fully around it, and he drags the swollen, leaking head through your soaked folds with agonizing slowness. The hot, velvety-smooth glide coats him in your creamy arousal, every deliberate pass bumping firmly against your swollen, throbbing clit. Your hips jerk involuntarily each time, sparks of sharp pleasure shooting up your spine as your pussy clenches around nothing, aching to be filled.
When he finally notches that blunt, massive tip at your entrance, your breath catches in your throat. He pushes forward.
The stretch is devastatingly sweet—overwhelming, burning, perfect.
Your pussy resists at first, the tight ring of muscle fluttering wildly around the sheer, impossible girth trying to bully its way inside. The fat head pops in with a lewd, wet schlick, and you gasp sharply, your back arching clean off the futon as your walls spasm violently around the intrusion. It feels like he’s splitting you apart in the most delicious way possible—a deep, throbbing pressure that borders on pain but blooms into liquid heat, forcing your cunt to stretch obscenely wide around him. You can feel every single ridge and vein as another thick inch sinks in, the heavy drag reshaping your insides, molding your slick walls to the massive shape of his cock.
“Fuck… so fucking tight,” Jiraiya groans, the sound low and guttural, rumbling up from deep in his broad chest like thunder. His hips stutter, muscles flexing as your walls squeeze him like a vice, milking him desperately. He’s only halfway in and you already feel impossibly, overwhelmingly full—like his cock is pressing right up against your cervix, crowding every inch of available space inside you. Your thighs tremble uncontrollably around his narrow waist, heels digging into the small of his back as sweat slicks your skin where it presses against his.
He stills for a moment, panting harshly, sweat glistening on his powerful shoulders and dripping down onto your chest in warm drops. Those intense, dark eyes lock onto your face, drinking in every flicker of pleasure-pain that twists your features—your parted lips, the tears clinging to your lashes, the way your eyes flutter half-shut.
“Baby… is it okay if I push the rest in?” His voice is strained, rough with barely leashed need, but still so achingly gentle. One large hand strokes soothingly up your side, thumb brushing tenderly over the sensitive underside of your breast, teasing the stiff peak of your nipple. “You’re doing so fucking good for me, taking me so well… but I need to be buried all the way. Can you take the rest, sweetheart?”
You whimper brokenly, nodding frantically even as overwhelmed tears slip from the corners of your eyes. How is it not all the way in yet? He already feels enormous, stretching you wider than you ever thought possible, your pussy lips stretched taut and puffy around the thick shaft disappearing inside you.
Jiraiya lets out a low, animalistic groan at the feel of you trying to relax, your walls fluttering and rippling around him. He leans down, pressing more of his heavy weight into you—just enough to pin you deliciously—and rocks forward with careful but insistent pressure. The thick shaft sinks deeper, inch by agonizingly delicious inch, the wet squelch of your juices easing the way as your cunt yields to him. Until finally—finally—his heavy, cum-swollen balls press flush and hot against your ass, and the fat head kisses so deep inside you that a visible bulge rises on your lower belly.
The relief in his shaky exhale is audible. “That’s it… all the way in. Good girl,” he sighs, voice wrecked and hoarse with pleasure. His forehead drops to rest against yours, both of you panting hot and heavy into the shared, humid space between your mouths. For a long, breathless moment he just stays there, buried to the hilt, letting you adjust to the mind-melting fullness. You can feel his cock throbbing rhythmically inside you, pulsing thickly with every heartbeat, so deep it feels like he’s part of you now.
Then his mouth claims yours in a deep, all-consuming kiss.
It’s hungry and filthy—his tongue sliding hot and wet against yours, tasting faintly of sake and salt, teeth grazing and nipping at your bottom lip as he devours every broken moan and whimper that spills from you. He kisses you like a man starving, swallowing down your sounds while his hips give the smallest experimental roll. The drag of that massive cock inside your overstuffed, fluttering cunt is pure electricity—every slow, dragging thrust making your toes curl tight and your nails rake down the sweat-slick expanse of his broad back, leaving red trails.
“Feel that?” he growls against your lips, voice thick and dark, punctuating each word with a deep, grinding thrust that punches the air from your lungs. “So fucking deep… stretching this pretty little pussy so perfectly around me.” His hand slides down, pressing firmly on your lower belly right where the obscene bulge of his cock moves visibly inside you with every stroke. The added pressure rips a broken, keening moan from deep in your throat, your walls clamping down hard around him.
Jiraiya drinks it down with another messy, spit-slick kiss, his hips picking up a steady, powerful rhythm. The wet, obscene sounds of your soaked cunt greedily taking every thick inch echo through the room—filthy schlick-schlick-schlick of skin slapping against skin, his heavy balls smacking rhythmically against your ass with every thrust, the creak of the futon beneath you. He keeps kissing you through it all, tongues tangled and sloppy, breaths shared in hot pants, only pulling back when you both gasp for air so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck. There he groans your name like a prayer, teeth scraping over your pulse point as he sucks a dark mark into your skin.
You’re completely lost to the sheer size of him—the way he fills you so completely, so perfectly, the sweet burning ache that blooms into blinding, toe-curling pleasure with every drag of his cock against that perfect spot inside you. Slick arousal gushes out around his shaft with every withdrawal, coating his balls and dripping down to soak the futon further. And through it all, Jiraiya never stops touching you—rough hands roaming possessively over your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples, mouth worshiping every inch of skin he can reach, whispering filthy praise between kisses (“Such a good girl, creaming all over my cock… look at you, taking every inch like you were made for it”) until you’re shaking apart beneath him, lost in wave after wave of overwhelming ecstasy.
Summary: A power outage messes up your movie night plans with your teammates, forcing the three of you to find another activity to entertain yourselves that doesn’t require electricity.
Warnings: Smut, NSFW, threesome, drinking, fingering, penetrative sex, double penetration, oral sex (f+m receiving), spanking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, minors DNI
Notes: Age-wise they would be in their early twenties here
Word Count: 4.6k
“Hey guys!” You greeted your teammates as you opened the door and welcomed them into your home.
“We brought the booze and snacks!” Jiraiya exclaimed.
“And a few movie options,” Orochimaru added.
The three of you became quite close almost instantly upon being assigned to the same team, and had started regularly hanging out together in your free time. One of your favorite activities to do together was having movie nights, each taking turns hosting.
“What kind of movie are we thinking of tonight? Maybe something scary?” You suggested.
“Hey, I wasn’t scared! I jumped and yelled because I had a leg cramp!” Jiraiya retorted.
“Suuuure,” you and Orochimaru said simultaneously while playfully rolling your eyes.
“Well, we can talk about it,” Jiraiya changed the subject. “In the meantime, let’s get this party started!” He poured a shot for each of you, counting down so you would all three take them together.
“What the hell was that? Rubbing alcohol??” You asked, your face still contorted in disgust.
“That explains it,” Orochimaru chimed in between coughs.
“Hey, cheap booze is just as effective as expensive shit, and I wasn’t spending a fortune on alcohol,” Jiraiya explained.
“Fair enough,” you stated. “Let’s start mixing it though,” you laughed, pulling a couple different options out of the fridge to mix with it. Just as you finished filling glasses with ice, there was a knock at the door.
“Pizza’s here!” You announced, running to the door. As you took the pizza and paid for it, you noticed a storm was starting outside, and it looked like it might be pretty severe.
You kept an eye on things outside through a window as the three of you ate your pizza and had a couple more drinks while playfully arguing about what movie to watch. By the time you were done with dinner and had almost decided on a movie, the three of you were already feeling pretty buzzed.
Just as you were making your way to the sitting area to pop a movie in, the power went out.
“Well, so much for making a decision,” Orochimaru remarked. “What should we do now?”
“I’ll get some candles for light,” you replied, retrieving candles from your bedroom and placing them around the sitting area to light the room.
“You had an awful lot of candles in your bedroom,” Jiraiya observed, giggling. “So do you use them during ~sexy time~?”
“Maybe I do,” you replied sassily. “You’ll never know.”
“Anyway…” Orochimaru interjected, changing the subject. “What should we do now that we can’t watch a movie since there’s no power?”
“I have a deck of cards? We could play a little poker?” You suggested questioningly, unfortunately not having many options to offer.
Jiraiya smiled and nodded, and Orochimaru didn’t seem to be against the idea, so you retrieved the cards.
“What’re we gonna use to bet?” Jiraiya asked as you sat down to shuffle and deal the cards.
“How about a little game of strip poker?” You giggled, quite buzzed as you were about 4 drinks in at this point.
Jiraiya and Orochimaru both seemed a little surprised at the suggestion, but their tipsy brains quickly agreed to the activity.
“I’ll deal first,” you volunteered, shuffling the cards. “So, five card draw? Loser of the hand loses an article of clothing?”
“Sounds good,” Jiraiya replied.
“Agreed,” Orochimaru added.
You dealt five cards to each of you, placing the rest of the deck beside you for exchanging cards. You had a pair and a high card, so you decided to exchange 2 cards. Orochimaru also exchanged 2, and Jiraiya exchanged 4 cards. When hands were turned over, Orochimaru had 2 pairs, you had 3 of a kind, and Jiraiya had absolutely nothing that went together.
“Well shit,” Jiraiya remarked, looking at everyone’s hands as he realized he was the obvious loser, rolling his eyes at having to be the first one to lose an article of clothing.
“Oh come on Jiraiya, don’t start acting bashful now,” Orochimaru quipped. “You've never been shy about undressing at the onsen.”
“Oh shut up, Orochimaru,” Jiraiya jokingly snapped back as he removed his t-shirt, throwing it at a laughing, unsuspecting Orochimaru. During all of this, you couldn’t help but notice Jiraiya’s physique. Sure, you had seen both of your teammates shirtless before, and you had always known Jiraiya was a big, muscular guy, but you hadn’t really noticed just how hot his arms, chest, and abs looked until now. Surely you were only feeling this way due to the alcohol.
“Jiraiya, it’s your turn to deal,” you remarked, passing the deck to him.
Another hand was played out, this time resulting in Orochimaru losing his shirt as well.
“Who’s bashful now?” Jiraiya bantered as Orochimaru hesitantly removed his shirt.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m just feeling a little chilly is all,” Orochimaru replied matter-of-factly, leaning back into his seat. While they bickered again, you caught yourself paying more attention to Orochimaru’s body than you expected as well. While he didn’t have big defined muscles like Jiraiya’s, he still looked good with his more slender, toned physique. As you looked back and forth at both of them, there was no denying that you found both of them attractive. You had to admit to yourself that deep down you had always thought they were both handsome, but had to suppress it because of your relationship with them as your teammates.
“I’m going to make myself another drink,” you declared. “Anyone else want another?” Your teammates both agreed to another round, so you collected everyone’s glasses to make another drink for each of you.
“I’ll start shuffling while you make more drinks,” Orochimaru remarked.
“Jiraiya, don’t you let him cheat while I’m gone,” you joked.
“Don’t worry, I won’t. I can’t afford to lose any more clothes,” he laughed.
“Oh calm down. We both have the same amount of clothes left,” Orochimaru said as he continued shuffling the cards.
The hand was dealt, and Jiraiya lost, yet again.
“Looks like you’re losing your pants,” you giggled.
“How have you not lost yet??” Jiraiya asked.
“I dunno, I guess I’m just better at cards than you all,” you laughed, shrugging your shoulders.
“You’ve gotta be cheating somehow…” Jiraiya started.
“Enough stalling, just take off your pants so we can keep playing,” Orochimaru interrupted.
“You’re awfully excited to get me out of my clothes, Orochimaru,” Jiraiya bantered, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
“You say that as if I haven’t already seen everything a hundred times at the bathhouse,” Orochimaru laughed while jokingly rolling his eyes. “Come on, let's keep playing.”
“You know, maybe stripping wasn’t the best idea for gambling since we don’t have very many layers to take off,” Jiraiya mused.
“You’re just saying that because you’ve lost the most,” you giggled.
Jiraiya quickly slid his pants off and tossed them aside with his shirt while you started shuffling the cards. You couldn’t help but glance at Jiraiya’s lower half, noticing the sizable bulge that was quite prominent when he was only wearing boxers.
You dealt the next hand, and this time you finally ended up losing. Your cheeks flushed a little as you realized this meant it was your turn to remove an article of clothing.
It’ll be fine, we’re close friends and teammates. It's not that big a deal. You thought to yourself. But what if they don’t think I look good? They’re both so handsome and have such perfect bodies. There’s no way they’ll find me attractive.
You nervously grabbed the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it over your head, anxiously watching their reactions. To your surprise, you got a positive reaction out of both of them. You caught both of them staring, their drunken brains obviously not aware of how obvious they were being.
“Um, guys? The game?” You spoke, getting their attention and causing them to realize they had been staring a little too long.
“Sorry,” Orochimaru muttered, quickly looking away as his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“I’m not. You’re fucking hot!” Jiraiya said drunkenly with even less of a filter than normal, which was already pretty minimal. “I can’t believe I never noticed how sexy you look.”
“I’m really not,” you mumbled, looking down at your lap sulkily. “I don’t look anywhere near as good as you two with your handsome faces and perfectly toned bodies.”
Jiraiya and Orochimaru both seemed surprised to hear you say this about them, but their reactions to it seemed positive.
“Are you kidding?? You’re gorgeous!” Jiraiya remarked as he sat next to you on the couch, putting a hand on your knee.
“You’re just saying that because you’re my friend,” you replied.
“No, it’s true,” Orochimaru spoke up, walking over to sit on the other side of you, mirroring Jiraiya and placing a white hand on your other knee as well. “You’re beautiful.”
Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was your deeply buried attraction to your teammates, but probably a little bit of both, that caused you to develop the sudden urge to kiss both of them.
You turned toward Orochimaru and looked in his eyes for a brief moment before crashing your lips into his. He was surprised at first, but quickly relaxed into the kiss, gently cupping your face with one hand while the other snaked around your waist to pull you close to him.
The sound of a cough pulled your attention from your kiss with Orochimaru, as you were suddenly reminded that Jiraiya was there as well. Both of them were looking as attractive and fuckable as ever with their lack of clothes.
You turned toward Jiraiya and started kissing him as well, allowing him to pull you into his lap so that you were straddling him. You started grinding your hips against his, getting more turned on as you felt how hard he already was for you. He trailed sloppy kisses down your jawline and neck as he unhooked your bra with one hand, tossing it aside.
“Fuck, your tits are amazing,” Jiraiya purred, holding one in each hand as he started kneading them. He continued his line of kisses down your chest, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth as he continued kneading your other breast.
You noticed Orochimaru looking at your chest as well, but he seemed unsure about whether to touch you or not and how. You reached for him, tugging on his pants with one hand while holding onto one of Jiraiya’s shoulders with the other to steady yourself. He got the message, quickly standing up to take off his pants, letting them fall to the floor.
With nothing on but his boxers, you were able to see that Orochimaru was also rather well-endowed. You turned toward Orochimaru and pulled him into a passionate kiss, still sitting in Jiraiya’s lap as he continued giving attention to your tits. Orochimaru brought a hand to your face as he pushed his long tongue into your mouth, turning you on even more as you thought about how amazing it would probably feel for him to go down on you with it. You reached over to him, sliding your hand up his thigh to his clothed erection to palm him through his boxers. His hips started grinding his hardened cock against your hand as he continued kissing you hungrily.
You pulled back from both of them for a moment to take a breath and check in before going any further. Looking at both of them, you could tell how badly all three of you wanted this.
“Bedroom?” You asked, breathing heavily as your heart was pounding. They both smiled and nodded, panting from all the excitement. Orochimaru held out a hand to help keep you steady while you got up from Jiraiya’s lap, as you were all still quite tipsy.
“I may as well go ahead and take these off,” you giggled, sliding your pants down your legs, leaving them on the floor where they landed. Just as you were about to lead them to your bedroom, you remembered that the power was still out.
“Let’s each bring a couple candles back so we’ll be able to see,” you remarked.
“Oh so I was right. You do use the candles during sexy time,” Jiraiya laughed, referring to his earlier comment about all the candles you brought out from your room.
“Keep it up and you’ll be out here by yourself while Orochimaru and I have fun,” you teased, picking up a candle in each hand to take back to your room. Orochimaru did the same, playfully sticking his tongue out at Jiraiya.
“Well I definitely can’t let that happen,” Jiraiya replied, also picking up a couple candles.
You led the two of them to your bedroom, swaying your hips a little as you sauntered down the hall. You were certain they were both staring at your ass, especially since you were only wearing panties at this point. Surprisingly though, you didn’t feel self-conscious about being unclothed at all, thanks to your teammates’ compliments and obvious attraction to you.
With the candles placed around the otherwise dark bedroom, it helped set the mood, creating a very sensual environment. As soon as the candles were safely placed, the three of you were right back to kissing and touching, quickly ramping back up to where you all had left off in the sitting room.
Orochimaru kissed your neck and kneaded one of your breasts while you palmed both of them through their boxers, feeling that they were both quite large. Jiraiya slid a hand down to your panties, pulling them aside to slide a finger along your slit.
“Damn, you’re so wet,” Jiraiya groaned.
“What shall we do first, dear?” Orochimaru asked in a soft, sultry tone of voice.
“I’d like to see what that long tongue of yours can do,” you purred, kissing Orochimaru’s neck while gently brushing your hand across his chest. “That is, assuming that’s something you’d like to do.”
Orochimaru didn't reply verbally, but his answer was clear when he gently pushed you onto the bed, making sure your hips stayed close to the edge. His fingers hooked into the sides of your panties, swiftly pulling them off and tossing them onto the floor. He knelt down beside the bed, firmly grasping your hips to pull you just a little bit closer to his mouth, anxious to taste you. He put your legs over his shoulders, looking up at you with his beautiful golden eyes that almost seemed to glow in the dimly lit room before dipping his head down to lick a slow, deliberate strip up your slit. Orochimaru’s fingers dug into your thighs as he started gently lapping at your pussy, already causing you to let out soft moans.
While Orochimaru went down on you, Jiraiya was practically worshipping the rest of your body, kissing and running his warm hands over every bit of bare skin he could find.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jiraiya cooed between kisses on your breasts. “Isn’t she just stunning?”
Orochimaru looked up for a moment, only able to let out an agreeable hum as his mouth was still occupied by pleasuring you with his tongue. You let out a moan as he wrapped his lips around your clit, gently sucking it for just a moment before his tongue started flicking it.
“Mmm, that feels so good,” you breathed in between soft moans.
Jiraiya focused his attention on your tits, sucking and pinching your nipples while Orochimaru alternated between sucking and flicking your clit with his long tongue. You tangled the fingers of one hand in Orochimaru’s soft, black tresses while you dug the fingers of your other into Jiraiya’s shoulder, becoming almost overwhelmed by the different sensations you were experiencing all at once, but in the best way. You were actually really enjoying being with both of them and being able to receive multiple different kinds of stimulation at once. Jiraiya and Orochimaru could tell you were getting close to having an orgasm as your moans became louder and more frequent, and your body was beginning to writhe in pleasure.
“Mmm, oh yes, yes, YES, FUCK YES,” you screamed as your orgasm hit you like an explosion, sending waves of pleasure throughout your entire body. Your thighs tightened around Orochimaru’s head as he continued working you through it. He kept going until you pushed him away because you were getting overstimulated.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” you gasped, taking a moment to catch your breath. Orochimaru made eye contact with you as he used his long tongue to lick the wetness off his lips and chin. He pulled himself up onto the bed to sit down, stretching out his knees that were stiff from kneeling on the floor.
Jiraiya leaned over you, resting an arm next to your head and using his hand to stroke your hair while he kissed you tenderly. His other hand squeezed one of your breasts before sliding down your body, traveling lower and lower until one of his fingers was sliding along your slit. While he teased you like this, you reached over and slid your hand under the waistband of his boxers, stroking his dick until he was rock hard. You let out a soft moan as he pushed two fingers into you, sliding in easily as you were soaking wet and still extremely turned on from Orochimaru pleasuring you with his tongue. Jiraiya pumped and curled his fingers inside you until you were practically begging for his cock.
“Please Jiraiya,” you panted, desperately just wanting him to fuck you. Jiraiya stood up and removed his boxers, the last article of clothing he had left on his body, before standing in front of you at the edge of the bed. He held onto one of your thighs with one hand, gently squeezing it, while he used his other to line himself up with your entrance, causing you to moan as he slowly pushed his cock into you.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jiraiya groaned as he entered you, paying close attention to your sounds and facial expressions to make sure he wasn’t hurting you. He started with a few slow, gentle strokes, making sure you had adjusted to his size before picking up the pace and intensity.
Once Jiraiya had settled into a rhythm, you reached for Orochimaru, tugging on his boxers so he would take them off. With him now fully undressed and kneeling next to you on the bed, you stroked his dick as you beckoned him closer to you. Once he was close enough, you teasingly licked up the side of his cock, swirling your tongue around the tip before putting your lips around it and taking his length into your mouth. He let out soft groans as you applied a little suction and pressure with your lips and tongue.
While you continued pleasuring Orochimaru with your mouth, Jiraiya held you firmly by the waist as he used his grip on you to pull you down into his thrusts. You started moaning around Orochimaru’s cock, the vibrations from your vocalization adding an extra layer of stimulation for him. Both of them loved hearing your moans, as it reinforced to them that they were making you feel good and you were definitely enjoying yourself.
“So fucking sexy,” Jiraiya groaned, enjoying watching your tits bounce every time his hips slammed into you.
“How about we switch things up?” Orochimaru spoke between panting breaths. “I’d like to see how loud I can make you moan from taking my cock.”
You and Jiraiya paused for a moment, both shocked to hear Orochimaru speak up at all, let alone talk so dirty. He must’ve been really getting into it. Jiraiya pulled out and helped you sit up.
“Alright. How do you want to fuck me?” You purred, kissing Orochimaru’s neck.
“From behind,” he growled, grabbing your ass and squeezing it.
You got on your hands and knees facing the edge of the bed with Jiraiya standing in front of you. Orochimaru knelt behind you, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock before slowly pushing into you, not stopping until he had bottomed out.
“Mmm, you feel so good,” Orochimaru groaned as he started with a few slow, deep strokes, savoring the feeling of your tight pussy gripping his cock so perfectly. He gently brushed his hands over the soft skin of your hips and thighs before bringing them back to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. He was thoroughly enjoying taking his time to admire your body while working up to a steady pace with his thrusts.
As Orochimaru increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts, you had Jiraiya come closer so you could suck his dick while Orochimaru fucked you from behind. Since Jiraiya was already fairly worked up from his turn fucking you, you skipped the teasing and build up, opting instead to start sloppily sliding your lips and tongue up and down his length right away. He threw his head back and moaned at the sudden, intense sensation. Jiraiya gently brushed your hair out of your face, holding it aside so he could have an unobstructed view of you sucking him off, groaning as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat.
Orochimaru continued thrusting into you with a quick and intense pace, kneading your ass with his hands before suddenly pulling one back and bringing it back down to your ass with a smack, causing you to let out a whine. The unexpected spank had caused you to momentarily tighten around him, causing him to groan at how good it felt. It was hard to believe that your usually shy and quiet teammate could be so vocal when it came to sex, and it was especially surprising to hear him talk dirty. You also definitely didn’t expect him to be dominant and a little rough in the bedroom, but you certainly weren’t complaining about it.
It soon became difficult to keep up a steady rhythm with Jiraiya, as Orochimaru was using his firm grip on your waist to pull your hips into his thrusts. This also pulled you away from Jiraiya a bit, but he still seemed to be enjoying himself, groaning as the intensity of Orochimaru’s thrusts was causing you to apply more pressure with your lips and tongue each time he pounded into you.
At this point, all three of you were getting close, letting out pleasurable moans that could be heard alongside the smacking sound of Orochimaru’s hips slamming into your ass.
“I’m close,” Jiraiya gasped, giving you a heads up in case you didn’t want him to cum in your mouth. Orochimaru relaxed his grip on your hips, letting you focus on Jiraiya to get him to his orgasm and work him through it. You intensified your efforts, moving your lips up and down his length faster and applying more pressure with your tongue. The extra stimulation pushed him over the edge, moaning loudly and hips bucking as he started cumming. You continued sucking and licking the head of his cock while you swallowed every bit of warm, salty cum that shot into your mouth.
As soon as Jiraiya was finished, he pulled out of your mouth and sat down on the edge of the bed for a moment to catch his breath. With Jiraiya taken care of, Orochimaru tightened his grip on your hips and started slamming into you again, trying to get the two of you to your release as well. The sudden increase in the intensity of his thrusts had you moaning even more loudly than before, as this time there was nothing in your mouth to stifle the sound.
Orochimaru suddenly pulled out of you and had you turn over on your back before continuing to thrust into you with his quick, intense pace. Now that he was in a position where he could reach, he snaked a hand between the two of you to rub your clit with his thumb. You closed your eyes and moaned at the addition of the extra stimulation, feeling your orgasm quickly building.
As if you weren’t already experiencing enough pleasurable sensations, you also began to feel a pair of lips on your neck and a hand on your cheek. When your eyes opened they were met with Jiraiya’s gaze, as he smiled down at you while continuing to caress your cheek. He had come down from his high and was now solely focused on helping you cum. Jiraiya continued kissing your neck while his hand trailed down to your tits to knead them and lightly pinch your nipples.
“Don’t stop,” you gasped, as all of the different kinds of stimulation they were providing had you right on the edge. You screamed as your orgasm hit you hard, intense pleasure overwhelming you and pulsing throughout your entire body. Jiraiya continued kissing your neck and kneading your breasts while Orochimaru continued thrusting into you and rubbing your clit, both working you through your orgasm.
Orochimaru was also right on the edge, and your pleasurable screams combined with your walls tightening around his cock as you came were enough to push him over as well. He let out a string of loud groans as he came too, slowing his hips as his warm cum painted your insides.
Once both of you had finished, he collapsed on top of you as you both tried to catch your breath and come down from your highs. After a few moments, he finally pulled out of you and got up, kissing you on the cheek as he did so.
“How about a couple of washcloths?” Jiraiya suggested, heading for the bathroom. “I know I’d like to clean up a little.”
You and Orochimaru nodded in agreement, still trying to catch your breath.
“They’re in the closet in the bathroom,” you called to him breathlessly.
A few moments later, Jiraiya returned with three damp washcloths, one for each of you. He helped you get cleaned up, as your body was just completely exhausted and worn out from taking both of them.
“That was amazing. Best sex I’ve ever had in my life,” Jiraiya praised, placing soft kisses on your cheeks, neck, and chest.
“Agreed,” Orochimaru chimed in, still panting. It seemed he was back to his normal, quiet self now that the bedroom activities were over. You and Jiraiya still found it shocking how different he had been during all of that, and especially now seeing how quickly he returned back to his usual behavior. You found this fact about him intriguing, to say the least.
With the three of you cleaned up, Jiraiya collected the washcloths and took them back into the bathroom. He came back to find you and Orochimaru had already crawled into bed and snuggled up under the covers together. You turned over as you heard Jiraiya coming back, patting the spot next to you for him to lie down with you as well.
Jiraiya slid in next to you, spooning you and playing with your hair while you were curled up next to Orochimaru with a leg draped across him, lazily placing a few soft kisses to his chest while he stroked the back of your hand that rested on him.
“So,” Jiraiya started, breaking the silence, “who was the better lover?”
“Yes, I'm curious as well,” Orochimaru added.
Of course, even this had to be a competition with them.
“I don’t know,” you replied. “You were both so amazing, I can’t really say. Maybe I need another round to help me decide. But right now I’m ready for bed.”
You smirked to yourself as you closed your eyes and snuggled into them more, knowing you would be in for a real treat next time with how competitive you knew they were.
WARNING !! : age-gap (23 and 51), fingering, pet names, cursing, smut ofc lolz, cum eating, jiraiya being a warning himself. lemme know if i missed anything!
Summary : jiraiya has never had any issues when it comes to women (that he likes to think of), until he meets you. is it possible to get someone as stubborn as you into bed with him?
A/N : eeeee!!! i'm so happy to finally write for my love jiraiya! we want a part 2?? (๑>◡<๑)
womanizer!jiraiya who stops at a random town during his long and exhausting journey to finally take a break. he deserves a good nights rest, savory food, and of course finding a pretty prize to take back to his hotel room and please.
womanizer!jiraiya who the very next day, comes across you admiring the flowers at a small nextdoor floral shop. even from afar he can make out the features of your face that make you an absolutely breathtaking sight.
womanizer!jiraiya who decides to be brave and approach you, expecting nothing less than what he usually receives. and when he finally gets close enough to smell your perfume (which only makes him want you more once he gets whiff), he's stuttering back on his words from how nervous you seem to make him with just your looks alone. "what brings a lovely lady like you around here?"
womanizer!jiraiya who is beyond shocked when you only shoot him a mean glare and walk away without so much as a second glance. and don't get him wrong, he hates to see you go, but damn does he love to watch you walk away.
womanizer!jiraiya who finds that women normally come to him like bees drawn to honey. he's one of the legendary sannin after all, a heroic man like him usually suits well with the ladies. so how come a gorgeous woman such as yourself seem to find no attraction to him?
womanizer!jiraiya who wonders if you just like the chasing game. that's fine— he doesn't mind playing the part if it's what gets you going.
womanizer!jiraiya who unintentionally happens to appear wherever shop you look around at next, offering to pay for anything you planned on getting all in agreement you gave him one chance. and if not that, at the very least a conversation.
womanizer!jiraiya who soon begins to realize that perhaps you just don't like him. he'd done nothing but show you kindness, consideration, and respect. so why did you insist on giving him zero effort in return for his?
womanizer!jiraiya who finally accepts his fate and heads back to his hotel room, dumped— but still looking forward to one last night of rest before he's back on the road by morning.
womanizer!jiraiya who on his walk there hears small commotion coming from a nearby alleyway that catches his attention. it isn't until he peaks around the corner to find you surrounded by a couple of punks does he interfere.
womanizer!jiraiya who interrupts their harassment with a couple of basic jutsu that sends low life's like them running in less than 5 minutes. although the pale look on your face is one he'd never thought he'd see, considering how unbothered you seemed to be earlier.
womanizer!jiraiya who checks on you with a warm smile, despite you turning him down harshly the whole day. "don't even worry about it, sweetheart!" he promises, "you sure you're alright?"
womanizer!jiraiya who watches as you bow out of thanks with your hands tucked tightly at your sides, face flushed with embarrassment as you assure him you were okay. and disgustingly enough, he can't help but wonder how you'd look bent over a desk with your legs spread wide, begging for him to fill you.
womanizer!jiraiya who is just about to turn around and leave before you're pulling him back by his wrist. "let me repay you, mister– uh.." you stumble for his name, biting your bottom lip as if internally cursing yourself for how stupid you may appear by now.
womanizer!jiraiya who only smirks at your struggle, finding this new side of you rather intriguing. "jiraiya, kiddo. you can call me jiraiya." and when you do, he curses himself for how good it sounds coming from those pretty lips of yours.
womanizer!jiraiya who can hardly contain his excitement when you ask him to take you back to wherever he's staying so you can uphold your offer. no matter how cool he attempts to play it off as, his entire body gets hot at the imagination of what might happen.
womanizer!jiraiya who you shortly end up making out with in his room like theres no tomorrow. tongues exploring each others mouth sloppily, though neither of you complain when the feeling is euphoric.
womanizer!jiraiya who has his lips and body glued to yours as he lays you onto the bed, mattress dipping from the sudden weight. when he separates his mouth from yours and pulls back, the sight of you perfectly spread out for him has his cock aching.
womanizer!jiraiya who doesn't waste any time pulling your panties down and plunging a thick finger into your soaked cunt. he watches as you throw your head back in pleasure, lips parting open to release a sharp gasp. "so you really are into me, huh? surely you're wet enough to take a little more."
womanizer!jiraiya who stands by his word, adding in another finger to stretch your walls out. you moan his name aloud when he pumps his digits mercilessly. he could see with your already fucked-out face, that you'd reach your orgasm sooner than expected.
womanizer!jiraiya who takes your breathless whimpers as a sign and leans down to kiss you roughly, fingers never halting.
womanizer!jiraiya who has you caged beneath him on top of the bed, large chest rising and falling in sync with yours. the sound of your pussy squelching with each push is enough to send him over the rails as well.
womanizer!jiraiya who curls his fingers just in time, eyes opening to watch the beautiful scrunched-up face you make reaching your high. "there we go— shit, baby." he grunts, slowing down his pace. "good fucking girl."
womanizer!jiraiya who pulls his fingers out with your cum dripping off, quickly pushing them into his mouth to taste you. he closes his eyes and moans at how surprisingly sweet you are, not wasting a single drop as he cleans off your juices.
womanizer!jiraiya who think it's only fair if you see how delicious you are for yourself. pulling his fingers out of his mouth with a small "pop!", he grins before looking at you. "you wanna taste of both of us? c'mon, open up for me, pretty."
womanizer!jiraiya who presses his wet fingers to the plush of your lips, slowly pushing through as your warm mouth welcomes him happily. he analyzes how your glossy eyes look at him dazed, accepting him to fully control your body.
womanizer!jiraiya who groans and clenches his jaw when your tongue roams his two digits, watching with fascination as you lick up all that remains.
womanizer!jiraiya who feels his cock twitch with need in his pants, begging for any sort of friction. he grabs your hand and guides it onto his bulge, letting you fully grasp what he has in store for you. "you know what you do to me, kid?" his gaze meets with yours, and he smirks. "i'm dying to fuck you right now."
