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Jiraiya NSFW

You ascend the steps to
Jiraiya’s home, not surprised to find his front door cracked open. Jiraiya has
always been one to throw caution into the wind when he’s back in the village,
convinced he has nothing to worry about. Besides, I like surprise
visitors, 
he told you one time. My door is always open to
those who come seek my sage guidance.

“Jiraiya?” you call
into the home, but silence responds.

You kick off your shoes
and place them on the rack beside his door, then stroll down the length of his
home to search for the white-haired sannin. Loud snoring comes from the living
area on your right, where you find him lying back on the floor, fast asleep.

“Jiraiya,” you say
again, but your voice doesn’t override his snores. “Jiraiya.”

Again, only silence.

Rolling your eyes, you
go to him, and give his side a gentle kick. “Wake up.”

He stirs and groans,
blinking his eyes open and glancing at you under the haze of sleep. “_______,”
he croaks out, resting an arm over his face. “How nice of you to visit me.”

“I came to deliver
groceries. Again.” You drop a bag on his chest and he grunts. “Since you always
complain about being hungry, but never want to go out and buy food.”

A tired groan resonates
from his chest, and from under his arm, you see him smirking. “Well of course.
Why would I do it when you can do it for me?”

You scoff and turn away
from him, examining his workspace. A stack of blank papers lay next to his
short desk, ink and brushes scattered across the place. One page is half-filled
with words, and you assume Jiraiya has stumbled upon a keen case of writer’s block.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have paused his work for a leisurely midday nap.

“I thought you said you already finished your novel?” you ask him.

“And I wasn’t lying. In
my mind, it’s finished. But it’s… difficult to convey these ideas onto paper. I
needed a short nap to refresh my mind.”

“In other words, it’s
not finished.”

“No no, it’s finished.
I’m just lacking in motivation right now.”

You see him watching
you with hooded eyes, and a familiar, cheeky smile on his lips.

“Motivation,” you
repeat, smiling in spite of yourself. “Maybe you just need some food. Go cook
yourself lunch.”

“I don’t think it’s
food I need,” he says, sounding as innocent as possible. “Here, why don’t you
come lie down with me. You look tired.”

“No thank you, I have
errands to run.”

“But you still came by
to see me?” He grins. “I’m honored, _______.”

“Goodbye, Jiraiya.”

As you leave the room,
he’s calling for you, “_______! Don’t be like that. Come stay for a while. I’m
feeling lonely today.”

“You tell me that every
time I come here, and every time, I tell you to come into the village and socialize.
But you would rather sit in here and write your silly erotica.”

“Silly?” He pouts. “I
thought you liked my erotica.”

You notice a pair of
his sandals thrown haphazardly in the middle of the room, and move to place
them neatly in the corner. “It’s decent… Sometimes.”

When you look back at
him he’s smirking, and shamelessly ogling you, head to toe. You wait for a
debauched comment, but he says nothing, only continues to stare. 

“What?” you
finally ask.

“Come lie down with
me,” he insists again, patting the empty space at his side.

You cross your arms
over your chest and frown, unimpressed with his attempts. He can do so much
better, you know. He’s doing nothing to his credit.

Nevertheless, you
comply and go to him, stretching out into the space at his side, allowing him
to slip an arm over your waist.

“I can’t stay here all
day,” you tell him, after minutes of silence.

“You say that every
time.” His smile is wide, voice teasing. “I can never get you to stay the
night, though.”

“And you never will.”

You know he’s pouting
without even needing to look.

“How many errands do
you need to run?” he asks, his hand slipping further down your body until his
knuckles brush against your inner thigh.

You shudder at the
sensation; his touch somehow never ceases to animate you. “Enough that I
need to go. Soon.”

“How soon is soon?”

You sit up on your
elbows to look at him. His expression is impudently crafty. It persuades you in
an annoying way. “Thirty minutes, maybe.”

He grins. “That’s
enough time.” 

                                                         ~  

Jiraiya
groans as your wet, warm tongue flicks over the head of his cock, fighting the
urge to buck his hips up into your heavenly mouth. To distract himself from the sensations, he sucks
harder on the sensitive skin between your legs, humming when the sweet taste of
your cum gathers on his tongue.

Mmmmm, Jiraiya—“ The
moan breaks into a whimper when he slips a sturdy finger inside you, diligently searching for the spot he knows drives you wild. 

Your face is a mess of heat and sweat, your body feels like jelly. It’s an effort to even breathe at this point, after hours of your salacious endeavors. You glance over your shoulder, trembling above him as he holds your thighs in place over his head. The top of his messy
white hair disappear under your ass, between your thighs.

You lick your hungry
lips at the sight, returning attention to his cock and swirling your tongue
along the sensitive tip. One of his large hands reaches down to twist in your
hair, pressing you down, encouraging you take more of his cock. You
oblige, bobbing your head and sucking in more of the hard flesh.

He grunts every time
the head presses against the back of your throat, enjoying the way your hot
tongue flicks at the underside of his shaft. In response, he massages the sweet spot
inside you, hard enough to get you moaning and gasping every time his cock pops
away from your mouth.

He licks rigorously at
your sensitive skin, and has your hips grinding down against his mouth in no time. A
smug, pleased groan vibrates through his chest, and his teeth nip ever so
gently the soft skin of your inner thighs.

To retaliate, you take
him down as deep as you can, relaxing your throat muscles and sucking hard. You
receive a surprised, deep groan in response, and the hand in your hair curls
tighter.

His hips slowly thrust up into your hot mouth and tears well in your
eyes, the taste of his salty cum heavy on your tongue. The sensation of being lodged in your throat is too good to ignore, and
he snaps his hips upward harshly, burying his cock into the heat.

You gag and claw at his
thighs until he releases you, and you pant to quell the ache in your lungs
while you scold him, “Jiraiya—“

“Sorry, sorry,” he
groans sluggishly, but you can tell he’s not.

You’re a moment away
from sucking him down again, but he pushes at your hips in an effort to get you
off of him. Curious as to why he would put an end to the pleasure, you oblige
and gently roll to the side, missing the feeling of his fingers buried inside
you as soon as he pulls away.

You’re thrilled to find
his face flushed as he breathes desperately, lips pink and gleaming with a mixture of saliva and cum. “What is it? You had enough for one day, old man?” you ask him, still
finding it difficult to catch your breath.

He shakes his head
slowly, sweat beading along his hairline. “You came twice already. I’m one orgasm short. That’s not very fair.”

“Don’t whine,” you
protest, stretching your aching muscles. “I’m getting tired.”

“And when I’ve done all
the work,” he pouts.

In an effort to shut
him up, you shift closer to his legs and come to face his cock, hard and flushed, and begging for
release. You grasp the length, squeezing tight enough to make his legs
twitch.

“Oi—” He chokes out the sound, exhilarated by the pain and pleasure. “Gentle now, ______.”

You smirk, then suck him down,
hard and fast. He shudders and his legs jerk upward, but you hold him down. As
your lips swirl hastily around the swollen head, your eyes flicker up to watch
his expression. 

He makes a commendable
effort to keep his eyes open and watch you work, enjoying the sight of your wet lips sliding over his cock, but the pleasure has his mind
shutting down. He loses the ability to think clearly, and all he can do is let
his head fall back to the floor as your ridiculously talented mouth goes to
work.

The wet sounds of your
throat around his cock make heat coil in his stomach. In no time, he’s gripping your
hair and pulling you down harder. He moans as your mouth accommodates his
impressive girth, cock pulsating and twitching. 

“That’s good,”
he sighs out, biting his lip, a pleased smirk finding its way to his flushed
face. He finally reaches the strength to peel an eye open to glance down and watch you. “Mmmm keep
going.”

His hand keeps you
firmly around his cock, or else you would surface and snap at him to sush up.
Forcing your head to bob faster, you pay special attention to the sensitive
area around the glans.

You brush your fingers
across his balls, noticing the way they tense up at the brief contact. It’s
when he gives a particularly hard thrust into your mouth that you grab them,
and he groans deep and loud.

Damn, that’s
good… I’m about to—”

His legs shake, his
toes curl, his mouth falls open, his eyes squeeze shut, and you know he’s
close. The grip on your hair loosens just enough for you to slip his cock out
of your mouth. As you gasp for breath and vigorously jerk his dick, you see the
hard muscle along his sides tense and flex, the sinew making a perfect
texture along his toned body.

“Come on,” you goad
him, knowing how he likes it. “Come, Jiraiya. Come on my face—”

And a second later he
does; the warmth splashes your skin, shoots into your hair. Your tongue darts out
to catch what you can, which is hardly a task when he comes so much.
He groans long and loud, but his breath catches when you suck fiercely on the
head of his cock to milk the remaining cum.

Jiraiya grinds his
teeth, and chokes out a sound between a growl and a whimper. It’s a sexy, simpering
reward, and has you bobbing your head to take down as much as you can. 

He’s panting by the
time you finish. A swirl of your tongue across the head of his cock has
his legs jerking, and he pulls your hair in protest. 

“Ahhhhh, ________,” he
sighs, spreading his arms and legs in a leisurely stretch. 

Careful not to trigger
hypersensitivity, you only run your tongue up and down the shaft, enjoying the
veins that bulge and pulse. His expression softens to languid bliss, his mouth
falls open in the wordless appreciation of a smile.

By this time his cock
softens in your hand, his heavy breaths have subdued and the ache in your jaw
is but a dull ache. Your head rests gently against his thigh in an effort to
catch your breath, tasting the remnants of sticky salt drying on your tongue. You feel
the lingering twitch in his legs, and the tension in his powerful muscles.

A low, pleased growl of
repose rumbles from the sannin’s chest. Then a moment later, in a flurry of movement, he’s sitting up and taking you by the waist, maneuvering you to his liking
until he looms over your body. He pries your legs open and watches the prize between them with hazy vision.

“Jiraiya… I’m so tired…
We have to take a break—” The protest is broken and spoken with little certainty,
all completely forgotten when he leans down and licks along your inner thigh.

“I haven’t found the motivation I need yet,” he answers you, a smug smile shining from between your spread
thighs. “This should do it.” 

He dips down and runs his hot tongue over your sensitive skin, making you moan long and low.

                                                             ~

The sun is descending
from the sky by the time you leave his house. As you retrieve your scattered clothes,
Jiraiya rests on his futon, sighing contently with his hands crossed behind
his head.

“Are you sure I can’t
convince you to stay?” he asks tenderly, voice sounding too sweet and too enthusiastic for someone who’s been sucked dry.

You
smirk, though he doesn’t see it. “You never do.”

He pouts, and feigning
hurt, says, “It would be nice to wake up to you one morning, ______. I feel
like I’m missing out on something. You could make me a nice breakfast; we could
bathe together…”

“I think you’re looking
for a spouse, Jiraiya. Go get married… Unless, you’re going to propose to me?”

He smiles at you, a
cheeky, crooked smile. “Would you like me to?”

You roll your eyes,
pulling your pants to your waist and running fingers through the unkempt hair
on your head. The question lingers, though.

When you’re dressed and
ready to make your leave, you turn to him. A soft, genuine smile warms your
face.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,
Jiraiya.”

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