Notes: Jira/fem!Naru.
Jiraiya woke to someone sucking on his neck.
The silky tendrils of blonde hair sliding around his chest, damp with sweat, he ran through his fingers lightly. She made her way to where his neck and collarbone met, giving special attention to where his pulse beat under her lips. Jiraiya's shallow breathing was her only clue that he was awake and enjoying. Her eyes met his as she wiggled her bottom teasingly on his erection.
He groaned.
And then she did something that made a fifty-year-old man's face flush like a schoolboy's: Not breaking eye contact, she placed her warm mouth on a nipple, laving it with her tongue and savoring the salty flavor of him. He squirmed wildly, biting his lip and letting his eyes roll heavenward.
Forgive me, Minato, but your child is a rare talent. She benefits well from my instruction.