Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Sensei

Warning: reader is underaged. If you were on the fence about yes professor then you ain't gonna like this one.
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You can't look away. You're stuck. Just staring into his eyes. Your heart pounding. Your nerves tingling as they expected to be touched. They want to be touched. You want it. You want your teacher. You're pinned against a tree by him. Your wrists in his hands. The bark digging into your back he's pressed so hard against you but you don't care. In fact, you really like it.

Jiraiya can't look away. He can't move. He could feel the rush of blood and excitement to his groin. It felt dirty. He's dirty. You're a kid man come on! You're half his age. You're his student. His sixteen year old student! He shouldn't be thinking about you like this. But he is. He has for weeks. He's resisted and refused for weeks. His willpower is wearing down. He lowers his gaze to your lips. They're parted as you pant. He swallows back the urge to kiss them. He's panting too. He should've caught his breath by now but he doesn't want to. He wants to be selfish and just hold onto you. Be close to you for a few more minutes.

"Sensei..." You whisper so quietly he almost doesn't catch it.

He opens his mouth to say something, to excuse his behaviour, but he can't think of anything. He's never wanted a woman this badly before. He wants you to the point where it's maddening. And badly enough to have dreams about it. So detailed about everything he wants to do to you he hadn't been able to look you in the eyes the past week. It's shameful. He ought to be locked away for being such a pervert.

He never should have agreed to spar with you. But he's been so cold with you recently due to his lustful crush on you. He kept his distance for his sake and yours. He left the room when you came in. He took several steps back when you stood next to him. He barely spoke to you and when he did he kept it short. But he felt bad. You always looked so hurt and sad when he behaved like a stranger rather than your teacher. He didn't want you to think he hated or abandoned you. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Surly a quick lesson won't do any harm! Oh how wrong he was.

"Oh Sensei." You moan and rock your hips against his.

Jiraiya fails to bite back a moan. Fuck that sounded good. Fuck that felt good. He pushed back. Rolling his hips against yours slowly as he relishes in the feeling. He could feel every curve of your body as you press against him. He just wants to rip your clothes off and have his way.

"Do something!" You were getting desperate. You toss your head back and cry out in frustration as you grind yourself against him. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Sensei!"

You were cut off from any more pleas by Jiraiya's lips. He held them against yours. You moan and whine against them. It feels amazing. You're finally kissing him! The grip on your wrists completely drops. You clutch fistfuls of his shirt while his hands grasp your ass. This ass he's thought about groping, spanking, and poking for weeks. He squeezes and kneads the tender flesh in his hands. He rocks your hips against his as he makes out with you. All of it felt so good. So right but so wrong. His heart was pounding in his chest from just doing this. He's wanted it for so long.

It was blissful. Kissing your long time crush. You've thought about kissing Jiraiya since the day you met him. It was a simple little preteen crush at first. He was the first real male presence in your life. He helped you with so much. Your confidence grew with his influence. You could always count on Jiraiya-sensei's support. He stuck around and made you laugh when you needed it. He gave you extra attention when you fell behind. As you got older, you began to clue into your affections.

Puberty was a weird bitch. You realized that you don't just idolize him as a teacher, but want him sexually. The crush transitioned from seeing Jiraiya as a really cool dude with a nice face, big tall body, and charming personality to a really beautiful man. With all those features and more. A man that will treat you right and fuck you so good. He'd make a good partner. You held out with the blind hope he'll return your affections. And you barely have an idea what you are wanting. All you really know is you wanted him.