Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Toad Mode

Straight up porking in his sage mode, only he doesn't need the sage toads to complete his transformation au cuz that would be a little weird. Also a gap in age between him and reader. That's like a vast majority of these scenarios tho so just a heads up.
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So, what does it look like? It was the one thing Jiraiya was kinda self conscious about. He's never showed you. Although you promised him you would never mock him, he refused. Just what was this Sage Mode?

So maybe it more than a small bit of self consciousness. He thinks he looks ugly. Monstrous even. Sage Mode. He scoffs. Why are you so damn curious anyways? You, his slightly suspiciously young wife. A twelve year gap between the two of you. Neither you or him like to talk about how you met to people. But when you first met him, you called him sensei.

"I just wanna know!" You plead. You hold his hands and smile sweetly.

You're traveling with him. You just finished another cold night sleeping outside. Cuddling with your partner for warmth. Loving every moment of being in his arms. Due to resent circumstances, he was a little on the depressed side. The Nine Tails attack took a lot out of him emotionally. It did for you as well. Your teammate and best friend, his student and practically adopted son had died defending the village. Jiraiya was torn up for weeks about it. You don't leave his side. When he said he wanted to leave, you followed. You never want to be parted from your husband.

It was a few months later. You're half way into the lovely geography of the Land of Tea. The fields of well maintained tea farms was peaceful. Some of the more colourful plants made for a beautiful display. You hold his hand as you stop to smell the flowers. The wild heather and chamomile made a lovely fragrance. It's a patch beside a road sign, belonging to no one. You pick a few while your partner waits.

"Why do you want to see it so bad?" Jiraiya asks. His arms crossed as he watched you.

You stand, holding your bouquet. You tuck a sprig of heather into his hair, then run your hand down his jaw. You run your thumb along his cheek. The bit of purple in his hair looks nice. He humours you and leaves it in.

"I don't know. You're so sensitive about it. And I'm sure it's not as bad as you think it is." You search his eyes. They're tired but soft.

"I just... don't want you to think..." he pauses and looks away. "That I'm ugly."

"Aw baby! I'd never think you'd be ugly!" You coo at him and rise to your toes to kiss him. He huffs. A bit of a blush on his cheeks. You kiss him again. "I'm sorry for bugging you about it. I'll stop." You say before stepping away.

"You aren't bugging me." Jiraiya pulls his lips into a tight line. He's thinking about what to do. "... If you don't make fun of me..."

"I'd never make fun of you."

You look at him so sincere. That gentle and understanding smile on your face that he just can't say no to. With a deep breath, Jiraiya puts his hands together in front of him. He closes his eyes to really concentrate. He really cares about what you think. He may have showed off Sage mode to a few ladies when he first learned it. He thought it looked cool. Only to have his self esteem tested.

"I can't believe I thought you were cute!" They'd scoff.

"You aren't very attractive if you can turn into that!" They would tell him.

"Ladies please!" Jiraiya would plead with them with a grin that hid how low their words hit. "I was just kidding around!"

Feels bad man. It was the same social rejection feeling he got when he was a kid. His peers mocking him with the same cold tone. Yeah, he was bullied. But whatever, he turned out alright. Kids were assholes. Their treatment of him made him learn to take people at face value, if they're nice to him, he's nice back. His heart would probably freeze over if you left him because of this. He's never been this nervous to show a girl his alternate form.