Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Salt and Sand

Warning: a man being a pushy creep. Sex outside. Sex on the beach.

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To those who don't know you, it's hard to tell. Neither you or Jiraiya are very affectionate in public. You've been married to him for years. It's been pretty amazing overall. Of course every couple has the occasional spat, but any you've had with him has been long forgiven and forgotten. You and him know one another so well that it never happens anymore. He knew how you thought and you know how he thinks. And while you love him deeply and he feels the same, all that in that is very hard to get just from a first glance. It's not unusual for people to think that you and Jiraiya are just friends or partners on a mission.

You walk next your husband of many years casually. Usually you and him will hold hands or link arms. Not today. It's been long and hot. You don't want to be too close to anyone, not even the man you love. The way he's slightly slumped and flushed from the heat lets you know that he's on the same page.

A bar came into view. At the same time you and Jiraiya look at each other.

"A drink, my lovely lady?" Jiraiya asked you. He's grinning and hold out his hand for you to take.

"How can I refuse?" You accept. You can stand holding his sweaty hand for a few moments.

He led the way while holding your hand in proper escort position. He has his hand raised enough to spin you under his arm before leading the way. He let you go through the door first. A sigh of relief instantly came to you from the beautiful artificial cold of air conditioning. A moment later he did as well. The late summer days in the southernmost part of the Land of Tea is incredibly hot. The ocean is just a few steps away. The bar is practically on the dock of this little town. It's got some outdoor seating that shows off the gorgeous scenery. Especially during sunset as it is now. It would have been nice to sit outside to listen to the waves and smell the sea if it wasn't 'wish I was naked' hot.

The only seats open were the bar seats. Jiraiya looks at you in wonder. You give an indifferent shrug. Bar seats are fine. He agreed with a nod. There was a pair of seats next to each other anyways. That was good enough. You plop down onto the seat. It's been a long day of traveling.

As you put your hair down and run your fingers through it, Jiraiya ordered some drinks. He had sat down next to you. His eyes watch you intently as you play with your hair. He likes watching you do that. Your skin is glistening. A pretty glow to your complexion as you tilt your head to the side and show off your neck while your fingers push your hair back. He'd love to move in and press his lips against your exposed skin. He'd love to kiss your whole chest and neck. It's been a few days since he's had the proper opportunity to give you some love. But there's people around and he didn't want to embarrass you. It's already dusk. Maybe after getting some drinks he'll find a quite place on the beach to make out with you. Maybe peel your sweaty clothing off and have a dip in the water. Maybe join you in the water and give you a proper good time. That'd be nice. A good way to end this grossly hot day. Tipsy and horny with his pretty wife to touch is always a good way to wrap up a long day.

The most he'll do for now is grab your knee under the bar and rub his thumb back and forth in a subtle caress. If he's feeling it, his hand will travel up to your thigh. He is. He craves to be near you. Touch you.

You sigh as his hand rubs your thigh. It feels nice. You've missed his touch. The heat of the day and the awkward locations of the last few days has made it impossible to have sex. These simple little touches are so welcome. You don't really mind this more intimate affection in public. It's not really that noticeable since no one is at that eye level. You drink in relative silence with him. Just enjoying one another's company was enough.