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Naruto boys and the strange things that turn them on 🍃🎋

includes: Kakashi; Gai; Jiraiya; Naruto; Sasuke; Kiba; Shikamaru; Lee; Gaara; Kankuro

warnings: nsfw (MINORS DNI) naruto and the other students are 18-19

not proofread! feel free to send requests! :))

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

oh i’m gonna BUST

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18+ (modern au!)

Jiraiya didn’t hate a lot of things.

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🩵

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♡ CERTIFIED MUNCH!

── .✦ synopsis ; pervy men always love to eat pussy

jiraiya ♡

── .✦ content ; pussy eating, face sitting, slight pussy drunk? jiraiya

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.

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The Bar Bathroom

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.

sizekink with jiraiya?🙏🙏

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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.

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Lights Out

Pairing: Orochimaru x Reader x Jiraiya

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.

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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.