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#literally the amount of jiraiya thirst i saw this morning got me to make this multi fandom blog and wrote this in a haze of lust
moonsickcafe · 2 years
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The Jiraiya posting on my dash got to me and I was catapulted back into my Naruto crushes. Jiraiya I’m love you….
Features: smut, shy!reader, crying bc the dick’s so good.
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You tug at his pony tail, choppy tufts of silver hair tangling between your fingers.
Jiraiya’s nose slides up your ear until his wet mouth is tonguing up your lobe.
His breath is damp. His voice jostled and unsteady.
“What’s all that about?”
You tug again, harsh. You’re so close. If he would just force you down a bit deeper, the tenuous high would tumble and you’d be cumming.
The lathing of your ear morphs to a toothy bite, matching your tug. Moaning, your pussy constricts further and you’re so, so close. He has to know. He always knows. He’s the author of all the best orgasms you’ve ever had.
“Jiraiya…”
His big hands are spread over your ass and thighs, squeezing your soft flesh with each thrust up. The length of your body is stretched to capacity in order to reach the back of his head, for your face to be near his, even with him hunkered over you.
“Say it out loud,” he says, almost tender. “Tell me what happens next.”
Your legs tremble uselessly against his slick sides, your feet aimless on the floor. The tingling in your chest blooms. Tears collect in the corner of your eyes. It’s so hard to tell him. You tongue knots over saying such dirty things, hesitance expounded by the lewd slap of your bodies.
“I-I want to cum,” you admit and Jiraiya groans.
“Yeah, yeah you do. And how? How are you cumming,” he says, the pistoning of his cock falling off-kilter to the rhythm he’d built.
You claw him down closer by the snag of hair in your hands and pant uselessly in his face. The red lines that cut under his eyes and down his cheeks, blur through your glazed eyes.
“By…by your cock! Please,” you sob. “Please, force me…deeper on you-r cock.”
Jiraiya slows, re-arranging to accommodate. With the curve of his back a ‘c’, his knees raised, legs wide, feet flat, and hands gripping your hips, he kisses you deeply.
Appreciative.
“You’re speaking a pervy old man’s dreams, honey.”
That first drag down straightens your spine and more tears slip down your chin.
You are so full of his cock, so tightly wrapped around him, that you feel the pulsating begin at his base.
By the second time he bottoms out, his hot semen is spilling into you and you’re mouthing at his chin as you cum. His entire cock is jerking, emptying itself.
Jiraiya keeps his tongue in your lolling mouth until your twitching limbs subside to stillness, until you’re able to kiss back. Until you pull away.
Skin overheated, you try wiggling away entirely, but Jiraiya’s hands are molded to your sweaty hips.
“It was still embarrassing,” you say. “I can’t get used to it.”
Jiraiya falls to his back with an ‘oof’. You shiver when his soft cock slides out, your thighs still spread over his waist.
“We’ll try role playing. Way easier getting out of your head with that.”
You give a ‘hm’, still unconvinced and rub his chest, the scratchy silver hair tickling your palm.
“That’s embarrassing too!”
He’s reached behind you, fingers toying with the entrance of your pussy, coaxing his seed on your lips like lubricant.
“Mm, but you like it, yeah?”
The mumbling reply you give emboldens him. He laughs. And the vibrations, the deepening crooked fingers elicit a fleeting little moan from you.
You can’t deny you’re a bit perverted too.
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