A reader request. Reader is Naruto's auntie that took him in when his parents died. Feeling guilty for passing the responsibility to reader when she was so young, Jiraiya felt obliged to help her and they grew very close. Reader fell in love with him and he rejected her when she confessed because of the significant age gap between them. But he realizes during the time skip as he trains Naruto that he loves her and tries to get her back after two years of no contact.

There's a gentle tapping on your window. It comes with a jolt of excitement. You run to the window and flip it open. You smile widely at the awaiting toad. She's a funny little thing. Bulky in build and no bigger than both of your hands together can hold. She's a mango orange with dark grey stripes down the length of her body.

"Oh okay. You glutton." You roll your eyes.

You grab the small cage of crickets and grab one out with a pair of tweezers. As soon as it was out, the tongue of the toad shot out. She almost grabbed your tweezers right out of your hands.

"Careful! You're gonna choke one of these days." You scold the amphibian.

She just looked at you with a pout before throwing up the scroll she had. You take it an tentatively thank the creature. She croaked before poofing away in a bloom of smoke. This has been a ritual almost every month for two years. The spot of orange in your window was the highlight of your month as it meant a letter from your only living family left in the world. You asked Naruto to keep in contact when he could. With the assurance that the toads won't be in danger for the correspondents, he was happy to. You open the scroll. What kind of trouble could your dear nephew could be getting into now? To your surprise, you recognize the fluid writing of Jiraiya, not the fast scribbles Naruto. You barely read the first word before shutting it. You inhale deeply.

Things between you and Jiraiya were left... weird. He hadn't contacted you at all for a whole two years! Now he reaches out? You sigh. That difficult man. Why do you like him again? It's so difficult. He's difficult! He's so infuriating sometimes but you love that about him.

Sigh.

You confessed.

Over two years ago you finally told Jiraiya that you love him. You remembered how he stared at you. His eyes wide with surprise. His body went a little tense. You moved in while his guard was down. You held onto his shirt. You forced him down with a tug and pressed your lips to his. His hands held your waist and he kissed you back. Then he pushed you away. His expression changed to be neutral and cold... and pained. Underneath his neutral exterior was so much hurt. You could see it in his eyes. But he was pushing you away, not matter how much it seemed to hurt him.

"I'm sorry..." He began.

"No!" You interrupted right away. You clung onto him and refused to let his eyes go. "I don't care! I know what you're going to say and no! I know I'm young! But I know what I feel."

You search his eyes for any sign of agreement. You want to see the regret and pain fade from his face. Where he would then hold you against him and hold your lips in a deep kiss against his.

"I know how you feel." You whisper. "You feel the same. I know you do."

Jiraiya shook his head. He said your name in a way that already was pulling on your heart. It was quiet and even. It sounds like he's retraining himself. Or speaking to you like you are a child again. "I'm old enough to be your father. I watched you grow up... I-!" Jiraiya cringed like he was in pain. It was hurting him to say this. "You... You need someone your own age."

"No I don't." You have a white knuckled grip on his clothing. Your head drops in despair and you bury your face in the soft material of his kosode. "I need you."

Jiraiya grabbed your wrists. He forced you to let go. He whispered an apology before leaving. You collapsed to the ground and cried. You felt foolish and heartbroken. You didn't want to watch him leave. You never wanted him to leave. It came at such a horrible time as he took your nephew with him. You felt so alone. The two brightest lights in your life had left. It's the most alone you felt since your sister and brother-in-law died. It felt close to the same.

You remember so clearly and the pain is easy to recall. You stood there, watching as Kushina begged you to take her baby. She's covered in a mix of her blood and Minato's, who was already dead from the jutsu he casted to seal The Nine Tails in the infant. The usually bright eyes of the easy going blond were dull and cloudy. He looked so strange to be sitting still on the ground beside his beloved. It never should have been this way. Why did it all go so badly so quickly? Out of all the people in the world, these two deserve to have a happy and full life with their baby. Death always seems to pick the wrong ones!

You love your sister and you would honour her dying wish. Raising her son was the least you could do for her. There's nothing more important than family. You were only fifteen at the time. You excelled as a ninja. You had just graduated to chunnin. But none of that mattered anymore. You held your nephew, splattered in his parent's blood, and you promised him you'd always be there. You turned in your forehead protector and quit being a ninja. The job was too risky when you had a baby to care for. You don't want to leave for long missions when half the village want to murder your nephew. No matter what happened, you would never leave Naruto alone in the world. He'll be loved and protected, even if it kills you.

That's when you and Jiraiya really connected. He came back for the time of mourning and the rebuilding of the village. He helped you a lot. He was the only one who supported you when the rest of the village made you an outcast. No one wanted to associate with the Uzumaki except for him. You know how much Jiraiya loved Minato and Kushina. He was just as torn up about their death as you were. He said he was proud of you. You showed a great amount of maturity and fearless where he failed. While named godfather, he said he wouldn't be able to do it. He couldn't raise a child, but you know he felt bad because of the sacrifice you made. You are a child raising a child. It shouldn't have to be this way. Jiraiya did what he could to help.

He gave you money when you were flat broke. He bought you food when you were starving but had given everything to the toddler you had. You cried in his arms and he comforted you when you needed it. He was the only person that would talk to you. He spent hours listening to you. He spent days in your home helping you with Naruto. Then at night Jiraiya would lay in bed next to you and let you cuddle him for comfort. You spent many nights falling asleep to the warmth of his body, the sound of his heartbeat, the comforting scent of him, and feeling of his fingers running through your hair. To have that contact when you were suddenly starved of all interaction meant so much. You made a promise to always meet up with him whenever he came to town. You owe him a lot for helping you at your lowest times. You fell in love.

As you got older you realized what you felt for him. You got so excited when there was a message saying he was returning for a visit. You couldn't wait to see him. Your heart would pick up when you saw him. You'd blush when he called you beautiful. You memorized how it felt when his fingers ran down your cheek or run through your hair. You've had fantasies of Jiraiya holding you, kissing you, fucking you. You'd shut your eyes and run your hand down your body, wishing it was his as you touch yourself to the thought of him. You dreamed about what it would be like to wake up in his arms everyday. You wonder what it would be like to do all the loving relationship things with him. The dates. Just walking around holding his hand. Spending more countless hours cuddling and talking. You'd happily be his research material. You are sure that wonderful pervert has all kinds of good ideas when it came to what he wants his woman to do to keep him inspired. You thought he felt the same.

You sigh loudly. You miss Jiraiya dearly. Even if he was a stubborn ass. You have moved on. You can just be friends, so long as he's willing. You opened the scroll and read the contents.

Hey...

I know we left things on a bad note. I spend everyday regretting how we said goodbye. You mean a lot to me. I know you mean a lot to Naruto. He spends half his time talking about his auntie rather than focusing on the task at hand. We both miss you.

There's a drag on the last letter of 'you'. It's like Jiraiya stalled a long time on what to say next. Like there was more to what he wanted to say there, but he hesitated and changed his mind. It continues.

By the time you get this message, Naruto and I will be in Konoha or close to it. I've taught him almost everything I know, and It's time to come home. Please meet with me. I have something I really want to tell you.

Stay home. I'll come to you.

Always yours,

Jiraiya.

You reread it. Weird. It was very stilted in comparison to his usual style. Jiraiya usually wrote very fluid and romantically. It was embellished with beautiful wording and built strongly with nothing left out. This was betraying his nerves. He's worried about something. And how he ended it.

Always yours.

He never signed off like that. Jiraiya was a jokester. He wasn't very serious. He usually signed off with something dumb and even flirty to make you smile.

Your favourite sage!

Your number one man~!

Ranked top best looking ninja in the Land of Fire.

The man that once ate three jars of pickled garlic in one sitting and almost died.

Honestly I'm very drunk I'm sorry if you can't read this for shit. I just miss talking to you.

Here's a picture of this really fat fucking squirrel I saw in a book! Trust me, you'll love it.

Always yours was intimate in comparison. And he wrote his name methodically rather than the autograph he usually does that looks like a doodle of his face. He also often drew crude looking hearts and simple smily faces around his name or yours. The scroll was missing that silly and almost childish flare. It was serious looking. Strange... What could he want after all this time?

"Oh. Did the kiddo send you another letter?" Your boyfriend, Hokota, asked.

You look up and see that he's standing behind you. Yes... boyfriend. You didn't want to be hung up on one man for your whole life. You got into the dating scene and came across Hokota. He's only two years older than you. You met him in a bookstore. Apparently you got a thing for authors. You laughed at the similarity as he told you his job. He's not bad looking either. Taller than you by a foot or so. He's fair in complexion and fit with a runner type body. More on the lean side but not at all unattractive. He has grey eyes and black frame glasses. He's got long curly brown hair that he keeps up in a high ponytail. He always has these funny little springs of curls that always escape his hair tie. He's a very nice person, if a little on the shy side. He's reserved, empathetic, and had a quirky sense of humour that he rarely showed but was quite funny when in his element. He's a quality man and you enjoy spending your time with him. You shut the scroll before he can get a good read of it.

"Yeah. Naruto is going to be home sometime today." You inform him.

"Nice! You must be excited."

"I am!" You force a laugh.

You technically aren't lying. You can't wait to see the young man your Naruto had grown up to be. But you don't want to freak Hokota out. You really like him, but he's insecure when you talk to other men. You don't believe it, but apparently you are a head turner. Plenty of men have tried their chances at you and it wore on your boyfriend's nerves. Despite your insistence, Hokota was convinced there was something more between you and Jiraiya. You may have shared one too many anecdotes with you chatting up Jiraiya's charm and humour. You would talk without thinking and it would be too late when you realized how flattering you make this man sound.

"He's only a friend..." You would assure. "Or more like a father."

The words feel bitter on your tongue. You don't want to think of Jiraiya as a father. It felt too weird. You've had too many sexual fantasies to keep that distinction.

There's a knock on the door. You freeze up. Did you really want to see him? What could he possibly want to say to you? After two years of silence what could Jiraiya possibly want from you? Hokota began to go for the door. You snap out of it and run.

"I got it! I got it!" You yell.

If you were going to face Jiraiya, you'd rather alone. It's too late. Your boyfriend opened the door and guess who was on the other side? You slide in beside him. Jiraiya was looking over the man beside you with a frown.

His eyes drag off of your significant other to you. He looks at you like you betrayed him. He's not happy. "I need to talk to you. Alone."

Hokota stepped up. Despite being shorter and not as built, he was willing to step up to his romantic rival. "I don't think that's a good idea."

Jiraiya rudely ignores him and continues to watch you. He doesn't give a flying fuck what your boyfriend thinks, that's for sure. Hokota is now staring at you as well. You feel the pressure of a decision as the two men are focused on you. You sigh.

"Hokota... could you let me talk to him for a bit? I-!" You we're cut off when he sighed.

"Alright. But this is the first and last time I ever want to see this man at my door." Hokota was disappointed in you. He skulked off into the apartment to let you have your privacy.

"He seems just lovely." Jiraiya was grouchy. His tone was full of venom.

You turn back to him. "What do want? Make it quick." You match his harsh tone.

"This is the hello I get after two years?"

You scowl. You put your hands on your hips. You aren't very impressed with his entitled perspective that you owe him a kind and welcoming hello after he showed up in such a sour mood. "Really? What do you want? You rejected me and told me to move on. I did, then you don't talk to me for two years. I'm not exactly thrilled to see you."

"That's what I want to talk to you about." He surprises you by grabbing your hand. You hate and love it. It makes you feel warm and tingly. "I couldn't stand to be away from you so long. I thought about you all the time." He paused to smile at you for the first time in two years. Seeing it sends a tingle up your spine and heat to your cheeks. You watch his lips move and glance up to his eyes, which had softened into something loving. It's that look you've craved for so long. "I feel stupid for taking so long to realize how much I love you."

His words have an effect on you. Your heart skips beats as he confesses to you. You know you still have feelings for him but you buried them. You take your hand away from his. Why is he doing this now? Does Jiraiya just enjoy making you confused? His sudden one eighty was hurting your brain as much as your heart. And it pissed you off. He had some balls to waltz into your life again and tell you what you always wanted. What was he expecting? For you to just swoon? Your emotions are running high.

"I'm together with someone else." You say firmly. "You missed your chance, Jiraiya."

"No I haven't." Jiraiya rejected the idea. He was determined. He pulled you closer until you are almost flush against him. "I love you."

His lips are on yours before you can comprehend it properly. It was a real kiss. Full of passion and a need to get closer. It's the kiss you hoped he would have given you two years ago. But he didn't. You push him away. For a moment you didn't want to. It's not fair to your partner.

"I have a boyfriend. You need to leave." You said firmly. You began to close the door.

Jiraiya shook his head. He refuses to let this happen. He can't let you go. He put his hand on the door and pushed it open. He walked into your apartment like he owned it. He's let the last woman he loved go and he's regretted it all his life. Then you walk into his life and made it better in a way he didn't know he needed. You're the companionship he's needed in his life. You gave him a meaning to keep going. A drive to live. A passion in life that he never felt before. He has a complete family with you and Naruto. He feels so foolish for telling you no two years ago. He was afraid of his feelings. He got hurt last time and he doesn't want to feel that pain again. He lived his life watching someone he used to love so deeply happy in the arms of another man. Every time he saw it he wanted to throw up. It burned his stomach and he'd lay awake at night in physical pain because it hurt so badly and felt so lonely. That can't happen again. It's not going to! He won't spend another moment pining for you and wished he acted. You are with the wrong man!

"What are you doing? Get out of my house!" You yell at him.

"No! I know you feel the same! I'm not leaving until you tell me that."

"I hate you!" You raise your voice so loudly it echoes around your house.

Jiraiya looked like you physically attacked him. He flinched like you struck him with the back of your hand. It's quiet for several moments. His expression changed. Dull and hurt. He turned stone cold and distant just in expression alone. You already feel bad for saying that. You don't want him to look at you like that. Your words cut him deeply.

"Fine... You've made yourself clear." He said harshly. He turned around and left.

"Jiraiya..." You find yourself reaching for him as he goes.

Tears blur your vision. You put your hands to your face to catch them. You feel awful. You didn't mean what you said. You don't want to see him go. You never want to see him leave again. Why did it hurt so much to watch his back? As his hair sways with his steps and his image fades in the horizon you feel nothing but pain. Like his steps are connected to your heart. Each step he takes away from you, you feel a yank in your chest. Why is it that it hurts when he walks away? Why does it feel like it's going to be the last time?...

Can you really live with that? Cutting all ties with Jiraiya would hurt tremendously. You can't imagine life without him in it. He's been apart of it for so long. His face. His laugh. That goofy smile. The way it feels to have his arms around you. His unlimited warmth always seeped into you on your coldest days. He caught your tears and kissed your forehead to comfort you. He made you feel... good. Important and loved. You haven't found that in anyone else...

"You love him. Don't you?"

You look up. Hokota is standing at the door. It's still swung open. He looks back to you. There's acceptance in his face. He looked sad and hurt as well.

"I just want you to be honest with me." He said your name seriously and full of emotion. "Do you love him?"

You stare at Hokota for a long time. You feel terrible. You aren't sure how to answer for several moments. What you want is slipping out of your hands, but what you have is on the verge of leaving. The responsible thing is to deny it. You have a loving and supportive boyfriend. But your mouth is connected to your heart. It opens and the answer flies out beyond your control.

"Yes."

He nods. "Fine... Fine. Goodbye."

He turns and leaves as well. Not that you blame him. He doesn't deserve to be in a relationship with a woman who is in love with another man. It's not fair. You linger in your house. You stare out the open door. You cry out and launch into a full speed run. You don't want to move on! You don't want to have the man who meant so much to you leave your life. You tried so hard to find love in someone else, but it wasn't the same. No one is like him!

"Jiraiya!" You call loudly.

He's easy to spot in a crowd. He's tall and his hair stuck out like white snow in the green summer. He turns around. His eyes widen at the sight of you barreling towards him. He barely has time to brace as you crash into him in a big hug. He stumbled back and yelped in surprise as you had the strength to knock him over. It's a hard enough impact where his legs flew up and one of his gata flew off his foot. He lands on his back with you on top in the middle of the street.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I don't hate you! I didn't mean it!" You cry against his chest. "I love you! I love you so much! Please forgive me!"

Jiraiya put his arms around you. He sat up with you straddling his waist. He raised his hands to your face. He caresses your cheeks with his fingers partly in your hairline. He leaned forward and kissed you. A real kiss. A proper full lips on lips with his head tilted to get in as close as possible. You hum against his lips. The feeling of it was something you couldn't even imagine in your dreams. You grip the collar of his kosode to keep him there. It was stealing his breath away. The last two kisses were nothing compared to this. When it broke, you as well as him are smiling.

"I'm so sorry." You whisper. You press your forehead against his. Even with the horned piece of metal there, it was still intimate and close. You run your hands up his neck and to his cheeks to a similar position to where his hands are on you. "I was mad at you and I didn't want to admit that I still love you."

"I'm sorry too." He said. He pushed your dark red hair away from your face. You inherited that Uzumaki trait and he loved how your hair looks in the sun. It shines like fire under the golden rays. "I sprung all of this on you after telling you no." He kissed you again. He's already addicted to the feeling of it. "And I've never regretted something more."

It was true. Jiraiya spent those two years feeling so lonely. He despised how he left you. It took all of his will power to keep going and not turn back. He wanted to so badly. He wanted to scoop you off of the ground and kiss you. To take it all back and beg for forgiveness. Because he did love you. He loved you a lot. But he couldn't. He shouldn't. He told himself it's wrong. You aren't even thirty and he's already over fifty. It's not fair to you. The reality of the age difference is what halted him. If you did love him, then there isn't a lot of time to enjoy it. It's inevitable that he's likely to die first. And when that happens he didn't want you to spend so much of your life a sad widow. The Uzumaki are known for their strong life force and exuberant chakra. They all have notability long lives because of that. Most don't die until way into their hundreds. The image of you aging lonely and missing him tore him up. You deserve a partner to grow old with, not one that is already one foot under.

Then Jiraiya left. He travelled around the world with Naruto. He saw your influence on the excitable teen. He saw a reflection of you in Naruto and he missed you more. You raised that boy full of love and happiness. It shone through so clearly of every moment of every day. Only a week in and Jiraiya realized what a stupid mistake he made. He can't deny himself what he feels. He's done that before and it drove him into a depression he never really got over. Until he met you. He knew you were special even when you were young. But he really grew to love you when he helped you raise Naruto. You helped him realized what he's truly wanted in life. Which was a family. It felt so incomplete without you there. Broken up and missing pieces. He's the reason he broke the pieces. He badly wanted to put it together again.

But Jiraiya was scared to tell you. He didn't reach out because he was scared you would reject him. He was terrified you hated him for leaving you. And it's not so romantic to confess feelings over a letter. In person was so much more intimate and genuine. It's easy to write but harder to speak. Even then he was finding it hard to really express how he feels about you on paper. He had to look you in the eyes and hold you when he told you how he felt. And the one god damn time you take his advice and get yourself a man, he steeled his resolve and told you anyways. Not everyone gets a second chance to find love, and he had to try.

"I'm glad I did." Jiraiya said with a smile. He ran his hand down your cheek in an affectionate caress. "I just wish I was younger."

"Let's just enjoy the time we have." You say in a hushed tone. You hold his face and bring him forward for more kisses. "And I think I know the perfect way to start." You whisper against his lips.

You feel Jiraiya's lips curl into a smile. He likes that idea. He stood up with you in his arms. You curled your legs around his waist as he carried you away. Some people were certainly staring. It's not everyday they see Jiraiya actually holding a woman. The great display of public affection wasn't that normal in Konoha. Especially amongst ninja. They aren't a touchy feely type of group. So to see such a high ranking and legendary one with the young black sheep of the village always caused some heads to turn. No one ever really liked that Jiraiya associated with you. Now you're together with him. It's an interesting social problem to think about later. For now, you are too preoccupied with holding and rolling your hips against the man you've wanted for years. He struts back to your apartment with you in his arms. He kicks the door closed behind him. He sets you down on your bed. The nerves set in as he crawls on over top of you.

"You're going to see me naked." You state quietly.

"Nice."

A small laugh escapes you from Jiraiya's response. It came with a smirk and a nod of his head. He's confident at least. He's excited to get started but feels a bit of nervousness as well. Which he's never really felt before when it came to sex. But you mean so much to him. He's known you for so long and it's still a little strange to think he's going to do this. Not as weird as he thought it was going to be. A part of Jiraiya half expected his desire to fuck Kushina's little sister would have risen her from the grave just to beat his ass. Or at least have her spirit haunt him for perving on you. She was always very protective of you. She beat up all your bullies for you when you were little and he didn't want to be on the wrong end of that. But there's no ominous energy, just the jitters of excitement that comes with seeing someone naked for the first time.

"I've thought about this moment for a long time." You continue to say. You reach out towards him. He's quiet and his eyes are searching yours curiously as your fingers grab the metal forehead protector. You find the tie and pull it off. His bangs that were pushed up by the material now fell on his skin almost to his eyes. He looks so nice with all of his face showing and not distracted by the metal. He's so handsome. Especially over top of you. "I've always wanted this. I've always wanted you."

"Is that so?" Jiraiya asks with a smile. It's one of those smiles that's content and loving as he looks over you. You've always wanted him to smile at you like that. "That's a lot of pressure to live up to your expectations. I hope I can preform~!" He said with a wink.

"I know you will."

He huffs a laugh. You move and help him take your clothes off. You drag your hands down the hemmed edge of his shirt. You're down in to just your panties in a matter of minutes. It's time Jiraiya took his stuff off. You help him take off the netted armour shirt he wears. The dark exterior of the material hid his body. You gasp as his torso is revealed. A scar you've never seen on him before is there. It's big! It has an impact point on his lower belly and the attack must have been strong as it ripped his skin up like nylon against rocks. It sprawls out like lightning in a random pattern in his skin. It went all the way up to his collarbone and wrapped around his sides. It's deep in his flesh.

"What happened?" You asked. You run your hands over it with a worried frown. The scarred skin was dry and rough in comparison to the unmarked skin around it.

"Don't worry about it." Jiraiya answered with a smile.

"Oh Jiraiya. Come on, what happened?" You trace the highest point of the scar at his collarbone down to the concave impact point. This was no small issue. That must have been agonizing to live through. The image of him covered in his own blood and writhing in pain is already forming in your brain.

He leaned down to kiss you. "You won't like the answer. Just drop it for now." He lowered his voice as his lips hovered above yours. He kissed you. "Let's just get on with it, shall we?"

"Alright. Then you better take your pants off." You let the subject go and bring up the one that's more important.

"With pleasure!"

Jiraiya stood up. He's got that big grin on his face and he's all too happy to disrobe to the nude. You find your eyes pausing at his bellybutton. You are going to see Jiraiya naked. A man you've known since your were seven. You split your legs as they are blocking your view of his groin. You've seen a naked man before. You've had sex before. But you feel like a flighty virgin seeing Jiraiya naked. Anxiety and anticipation was making you antsy. It just sorta dawned on you. Once you see his dick, there's really no going back.

Your eyes follow the natural line down Jiraiya's body. He's standing at the edge of the bed, letting you look at him in all his glory. He has a hand on his hip while the other nervously rubs the back of his neck. He's blushing. He's thought about this moment for a long time. You look so... sexy. It's kinda nice to have a woman stare at his body with such focus. But do you like it? You just look owlish and curious. After several moments, your raise your gaze to his eyes. Your cheeks got a heavy flush to them. You smile and bite your bottom lip. You hook your thumbs around the band of your underwear and pull them off.

"It's only fair if you see me too." You say.

You don't let Jiraiya think on your words as you spread your legs. His eyes grow wide. Okay this is happening. He's officially staring at you in all your lovely nakedness. You even lower your hand to touch yourself. Your cheeks feel as red as your hair. You spread the folds of your lips apart so he can really get a good look.

"Fuck." Jiraiya curses quietly. This is really appealing to him. The sigh of you presenting yourself like this is really turning him on. There's something so arousing about a woman in such a compromising position just for him to enjoy. "You are gorgeous."

"Thank you... you are too." You return the compliment. You run your finger over your clit and bite back a moan. You switch between looking him in the eye and down to his cock. He's hard. He's big. "I can't wait any longer." You invite him in by spreading your legs farther. "Fuck me, Jiraiya! I want to know what it's like."

Jiraiya didn't need to be told twice. He got back onto the bed. He crawled slowly on his hands and knees until he was over top of you. His face is parallel above you. His hands are beside your head. His hair had fallen down like a curtain around his face. It is so long. It's so pretty. Such a brilliant pure white. It's fluffy and wild. Now it's tickling your skin as he hovers above you with that loving smile. Your legs are pressed against his. You run your hands up his arms. He's nice and warm. Jiraiya sunk down over top of you. His body weight rested against you. The comfort of the bed and pillows made it completely tolerable. He brought his hands down. He held a handful of your ass as he guided his cock inside of you.

You grip onto his shoulders. Your mouth is stuck in a silent cry as you take every inch. He does it slowly so you can really feel ever little bit of his length. It felt so good! Deep and thick. It stretched you in just the right way. You can feel every little movement. You push your hips down to meet his, wanting to take it all.

"Fuck! Jiraiya!" You gasp and speak in a shaky voice. "You feel so good!"

"You do too!" His voice was husky and breathless.

This is exactly what he's wanted for years! Oh what a fool he's been for denying himself such a delectable feeling! It's like you are made for him. It's hot, tight, and it's never felt this amazing. You look so good flushed, naked, and hot while taking his dick. Your mouth parted to breath because just the insertion was enough to fire up your body into a frenzy of arousal. You're his perfect woman. And he can't wait to show you what exactly that means.

You curl your legs behind Jiraiya's ass. He held you by your ass, gripping it tightly. You press yourself against him. He began to rock his hips. It caused moans from both him and you. You adjust your grip to wrap your arms around him. It brought you closer. You had a real strong hold on him to take everything he gives you. But Jiraiya kept it slow. He's breathless and panting for air from the sensation. It's wet and squeezing him because you're so aroused. He can feel how wet you are as it's even trailing down to your ass and meeting his fingers. It smells amazing. The perfume of sex just seems to be clinging to the sheets as he fucks you on them. One of your hands grip a fistful of his hair. Your legs are shaking. It's bringing you to tears because it's never felt so good. It felt right. Like the last piece to a puzzle clicking in place to create a full picture. It's absolute bliss.

Jiraiya moaned your name. He buried his face against your neck. He moved his hands up to the back of your thighs. Brought your legs up, folding them up, and setting your calves on his shoulders. You loosen your grip to let him manipulate your body. The position changed the angle ever so slightly. Jiraiya pressed his legs around your butt to keep you secure. He's still bent over you, but somehow even closer. His skin his hot and sweaty against yours. It's making you even hotter. His lips cover your neck in kisses. His breathing is a quick wave of air over your skin. He picks up the pace.

"Ah!" Was all you could cry out.

It's fast and hard. It's almost sensory overload. The bed is creaking from the force of it. The top of your head is hitting the headboard. The slap of his hips meeting your ass was echoing in your ears along with his sensual moans. Your heels press into his back. All your muscles contract with a familiar build up you waited so long for Jiraiya to trigger.

You dig your fingers into Jiraiya's shoulders. You throw your head back and scream. His breath hitches against your ear. He pressed his hips as deeply as possible against you. The wave of your orgasm crashed down on you like a title wave. He stays still to not overwhelm you. Once the majority of the sensation is over, he resumes moving. You moan in response as the sensation was over the top.

"Keep going!" You shout. You steal his lips in an aggressive kiss. You stare into his eyes. You bite his bottom lip lightly between your teeth. "Fuck me all night long~!"

"Heh!" Jiraiya exhaled a breathless chuckle. He could do this all night long, and it's only the afternoon. He grabbed the back of your thighs and split your legs into a wide stance. He widens his own stance to really get some power to his thrusts. He pecks you with a quick kiss and smirks. "As you wish, baby!"

You grip fistfuls of his hair as he puts bone crushing power to his thrusts. It's rocking your whole body with the power behind it. You probably won't be able to walk tomorrow! Jiraiya is putting your pelvis through a work out. But you couldn't be happier. A little bit of a rough and wild first fuck with the man you love seemed to fit perfectly. It was hard and passionate.

Jiraiya didn't have the patience to be gentle and slow. He's done enough waiting! He was practically celibate for two years because he only wanted you. He's got enough pent up sexual desire to go for years uninterrupted. Which sounded perfect. Beginning each day and ending each day with a romp in the sack sounded just right. You don't have anything better to do. Maybe you could reinstate your military license and join Jiraiya on his aimless wanders around the world. Where you could just spend everyday getting fucked into oblivion by your lover. It certainly sounded fun. Even a little dangerous. But life isn't fun without a little danger!

"I wish you came along!" Jiraiya cried out. He dropped one of your legs to scoop you up by your lower back and force you against him as tightly as possible. His thrust changed into a wide swivel. He went back on his knees and rose back up while rolling his hips in and out. It was slower, but it got as deep as possible inside of you. Which was a heavenly sensation. "We could have done this everyday! I missed you so much!"

"I do too!" You yell in between heavy pants that were in synch to his thrusts. You hold his head in place to kiss him. "I missed you! I love you!"

"I love you too! Ah!" He ended it with a wanton cry as he tilted his head back. He lifted you to keep you slightly elevated off the bed. You sway with the momentum of his hips. He grits his teeth as his stomach develops knots. "I-I'm close!"

"Me too!" You gasp as your body begins to seize again. You hold on for dear life as you hang on the edge with him.

Jiraiya pressed his lips against yours again. He gave one final hard thrust of his hips and buried himself as deeply as possible inside of you. The sensation from your contracting walls to your quivering body sent him over the edge. He held his lips on yours as he came. His final cry was muffled and high pitched in his throat. You follow right after. The sensation of him hitting his peak pushed you over. You hold your breath and your tongue is pressed against his. It's tense for several seconds as both you and him savour the high for as long as possible.

The kiss broke with a wet smack. The quiet room was filled with loud panting from you and your lover. Jiraiya finally relaxed and his weight rested on you. He's never been rendered so weak from this activity before. He's even shaking from the stimulation. His thighs, arms, and torso are shivering like he had hypothermia. All in a good way. He's thrilled to have finally had made some love with you. Maybe he waited too long. He even kept his eyes from wandering because it felt weird. He only wanted you, he didn't see the pleasure in spying on other women anymore. And now that he had you, he's got all the material he needs to write another book. Fuck it! He could write a ten part series on what it's like to fuck you!

After several long seconds, Jiraiya recovers enough to roll off of you. You gasp in a breath as his weight, while nice in warmth and felt extremely secure, restricted your breathing. You stretch your legs out before they got too stiff. As the air of your apartment cooled you off, you desired the blankets underneath you. With some maneuvering with your shaky partner, the combined efforts got both you and him under the warm blankets. You reach your arms above your head and arch your back in a satisfying stretch. You roll to your side and cuddle up to your beloved. You trace the high point of the scar on his chest. You drag your hand down it.

Jiraiya catches your hand under the blanket. It tickled. Most of the nerves were severely damaged, but they were alive enough to feel a tickle from your gentle caress. He kissed your palm before placing your hand on his cheek. He likes the affectionate gesture of having his face held. It's nice to hold his cheek. It's warm and soft. Jiraiya looks so happy. His lips pulled into that affectionate smile. You run your thumb back and forth along his cheek. His eyes are staring into yours.

"I love you." Jiraiya says. He's thrilled to finally be able to tell you that.

"I love you too." You say back. You hold his cheek and kiss him passionately. It feels so freeing to finally be able to do this. To hold and love the one person you've always wanted to do it with. There's something so peaceful about it.

"I won't ever leave you again." He promises. He kissed your palm and wrist, then down your arm. He ended at your elbow and skipped the rest to kiss your lips.

You push your head forward to keep his lips on yours for as long as possible to savour it before he pulled away. You smile immediately afterwards. "I won't ever let you leave me again."

A quiet laugh left Jiraiya in response. That sounds good. He'll take the initiative to prolong his life for as long as possible to be with you for as long as possible. There's a lifetime of a relationship to build and enjoy with you. He'll make that lifetime last for as long as he can, because he loves just being with you. There's a lot of missed time to make up for. He put his arm around you to keep you held close against him. He used his other hand to play with your hair. It's a mess from the ride he took you on. He combed down the tangles and let the strands fall out of his hands before grabbing another lock to play with. You keep him occupied with kisses and quiet promises. Your feet are rubbing and playing with his. Your hips rub against his. You are in the mood for more. He is too.

You roll over, pushing Jiraiya onto his back and straddling him. You make out with him. He grunts as you grind against him. His hands lightly stroke up and down your back. You moan against his lips as you could feel him getting hard again.

There was a creak. Then a clatter. The sound of the front door swinging open shook the house. You turn ridged. The messy and passionate kiss you were sharing with Jiraiya broke. You sat up and listen intently. All your senses were on high. It was a little frustrating and scary. You are really horny and want to keep going. But who the heck was in your house? You don't wanna ride it hard when there's a stranger that could witness it. Or worse, someone you know.

"Auntie I'm home!"

You exchanged a horrified look with Jiraiya. He sat up swiftly, practically throwing you off. Shit! Panic set in. His plan was to grab his stuff and hide. Not that he's ashamed of being with you, but being caught with his dick out having sex with you was not the ideal way to announce a relationship. Naruto sure knows how to make an entrance. And at the worst time! He's almost out of your bed when the teen entered your bedroom.

You watch the series of emotions on Naruto's face. There's confusion. Then realization. Then horror. And finally it lands on anger as he eyes Jiraiya down. To save some dignity, Jiraiya had gathered the sheets up to cover himself. You can't even differentiate his markings from his face he's so red. You had the blankets up to your neck. Your whole face is probably matching your hair. This is certainly not how you wanted to break the news to your nephew that you are in a relationship with his teacher.

"Pervy Sage." Naruto said in a deadly tone.

"N-Now Naruto! Just wait a second and let me explain." Jiraiya raised a hand towards Naruto in a gesture for him to stop.

"What did you do to my auntie?!"

"Nothing!"

"Bullcrap it ain't nothing!" Naruto pointed in accusation towards you. "She's naked! You're naked! Don't you have any self control?!"

The two men are dodging each other. Jiraiya is desperately trying to explain himself while avoiding Naruto's ill executed attacks. They were some weak wrist punches as Naruto was too flustered, annoyed, and freaking out from the whole situation to throw a real hit. You stand up and secure your toga around yourself. You broke up the fight by hugging your nephew.

"Look how much you've grown! And your voice changed! You've really grown into a man." You coo at him. You keep him squeezed into a tight hug to keep him from antagonizing Jiraiya any further.

Naruto huffs. He's looking over your shoulder to glare at Jiraiya, who narrowed his eyes at the little punk. The two men in your life are staring each other down. Both unwilling to step down. Naruto put his arms around you and Jiraiya grabbed your hips. The glaring continues. It seems there will be some competition for your affections between your beloved and your nephew.

"I'm so sorry you found out this way." You apologized. You back away to give Naruto some air and you look him in the eyes. You give him a kiss on the forehead like he was still little. He was in your eyes. "But me and Jiraiya are together."

"Yeah I'll say." He grumbled.

"Hey now!" You lightly scold him. You raise his chin so he's not pouting so hard and he has no choice but to look at you. "Don't stick your lip out! This is a brand new thing. I'm in love with him."

Jiraiya steps up to stand beside you. He puts his hand on your hip and pulls you against his side. "I love her too."

Naruto looks back and forth between you and Jiraiya. He's still not thrilled, that's for sure. He crosses his arms and frowns at you.

"What do you see in this old perv anyways?" He asked doubtfully. In his opinion, you could do better.

You laugh while Jiraiya pouted at the comment. You wrap an arm around the back of his waist with your hand resting on his hip. "I love him because he was the only one who always looked out for me, even when the rest of the village told him not to. He was always the support I needed." You explain. You look up at him and he's smiling. He ran his hand up your side and leaned down to kiss the top of your head. "I feel like I owe you a lot."

"You owe me nothing." Jiraiya said. He kissed you when you raised your head to look at him. He spoke quietly against your lips. "I'd happily do it all over again."

You smile and rest your head on his chest. His gentle fingers run back down and grab your ass. He jumps when you return the favour. Hm. He's got a nice butt. Firm with a little bit of meat on it to grip. Jiraiya's clothing was too loose to see, but it probably had a little jiggle to it when he walked. You'll have to find out.

"Okay... okay fine." Naruto sighed.

The idea wasn't so bad. His auntie and perverted caretaker together. He looks over to you... You look happy. Content. You look nice beside Jiraiya. It's just odd to think, you don't really smile much unless it's with Jiraiya. That was the one thing he noticed ever since he was little. If Jiraiya really makes you happy then Naruto will bare with it. He looks over at the older man with a sour face. But if the old perv does anything to make you cry, you can bet your nephew will raise hell.

"Atta boy." You affectionately say. You ruffle his soft blond hair. Oh how he's growing to up to look so much like his father. He's not so little anymore. He's as tall as you are. Maybe even a bit more. "Can you run along? Just so me and Jiraiya can get dressed?"

He narrows his eyes suspiciously at Jiraiya as he turned on his heel to leave. Jiraiya returns the expression and makes a point to kiss you in a over obnoxious way that was sure to bug a teenager. Naruto scoffed in disgust and picked up the pace.

"Just don't do anything else!" He warned. "You promised to get me ramen when I got home!"

"We'll all get ramen together!" You promise. "Jiraiya's treat!"

"Hey!" Jiraiya complained. He make a mockery of an over dramatic offended gawk. "Don't go spending all my money! Do you know how much a teenage boy eats?"

You laugh. "Oh please! Try raising one!"

You and him shared some mutual loud laughter. All while Naruto whined impatiently from the front door. You take your time gathering your things. Jiraiya distracts you by bending over while gathering his things. You inspect and yeah, even his back half is nice to look at. Especially since it's naked and not walking away from you.

"Are you checking me out?" He asked with a smirk. He's looking over his shoulder at you.

"I might be." You didn't deny it. "You got a nice ass on you. I can't believe I didn't notice until now."

He cocks a brow. His smirk gets bigger as the compliment boosts his confidence. "Is that so?" He struts over to you and bends over in an over animated bow to kiss you. "Personally, I've noticed your ass for a few years now. It was nice holding it the whole time I was-!"

"Aren't you two ready yet?!" Naruto demanded loudly from his position at the door. He refused to take a step further until he knows there's clothes covering... things. He's seen enough of you and Jiraiya to give him nightmares. Heh heh, poor little guy.

Jiraiya sighs with a small bit of annoyance. That kid just knows how to ruin the mood. You grab him by the back of the neck and force him down for a kiss to console him. The little gestures of love and affection was absolutely addictive. You are going to drown this man in kisses. He's all to happy to return the favour! He's already imagining what your neck will look like covered in hickies. Same with your inner thighs and breasts. He smiles at all the possibilities that are laid before him with you at his side. All of them good. A bright future is ahead of him now.

Once all sorted and dressed, along with Jiraiya, he offered you his hand. You grab it and he leads you out. You just feel... happy. Two years of misery and loneliness had left you in the span of a few hours. You have what you always wanted. The man you love and your nephew. Sure, it was a bumpy ride to get to where you are, but you are where you want to be. You have your own little ragtag family. Scraped up and glued together with unconditional love. You had the two boys in your life who have always made you happy.

You don't plan on ever letting them go. Never again shall your family be parted.