Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Worst of War

Warning! Rape/noncon.
——
Back and fourth. Back and fourth. Your captor walked around in a single line as he was lost in thought. You watch. It's all you can do. Stuck in the wall of a toad's stomach, what else is there to do? Your arms and legs sucked into the squishy, convulsing living pink material. It's been a long day. Taking everything Jiraiya of the Leaf had given you. Although, he had quite the interesting methods. He started with sweet talking and tickling you. He even joked around. You neither laughed or entertained him. Then it turned to the usual culprits. Yelling at you. Hissing horrible insults as he hits you. It took Jiraiya like, an hour to work up the nerve to pull a knife on you. Clearly, he wasn't used to having such a resistant prisoner. There really was only one option left. It looks like he's fighting with himself on whether or not to commit. To do his job no matter the cost. This is war! The stakes are high!

"Why do you doubt yourself?" You finally speak.

"W-What?" Jiraiya was slightly startled. Looking at you with wide eyes.

"Is it really worth debating so much? I'm the enemy."

"We're still people. Are you content with how this is going?"

"Does my opinion matter?"

Jiraiya makes a face. Half cringing and half distraught. How could this happen to him? Getting the order to find, capture, and get as much information from a high ranking Rain ninja. He stumbled across you and struck. But... he never wanted this. On top of this, you are pretty. But stone cold. Not that he blames you, he's considering rape to reach his goal. He never wanted to be that man. To be that enemy. To do something so deprived made his skin crawl. Hasn't he done enough? He already tapped beyond his comfort zone. Beating and marking your skin. Covering you in wounds, some of which will scar. He couldn't even work up the nerve to cut your bra and underwear off. It's only hot when his partner is willing.

"I'm a woman who is a shinobi." You spoke again, looking Jiraiya dead in the eye. "I was practically raised with the knowledge that this would happen to me eventually."

"It..." Jiraiya pauses and takes in a deep breath. His expression hardens and his voice turns into an even threat. "It doesn't have to if you just talk."

"I'm not going to."

"You really are stubborn. Is getting horribly assaulted worth it?"

"You're asking me to betray my village." You drop your gaze to the floor. "What would you do, if you were me?"

"..." Jiraiya slowly approaches. His hands press against the wall on either side of you. He looks you over. "I'd probably be doing the same thing you are. Resisting until the bitter end."

"Then we understand each other."

He was quiet. Staring at you. He puts his hand on your stomach. A small step forward and his body was almost touching yours. "I guess we do."

Do to how you were restrained, your legs were apart. More shallow and quick breathing betrayed Jiraiya's excitement. He keeps it slow. So you could feel every second of his fingers sliding down. They slide along the waistline of your panties.

"Last chance." He warns, his lips against your ear.

"I have nothing to say to you."

Jiraiya tuts his tongue against his teeth. Damn it. This can't be a bluff anymore. He slides his fingers under the fabric. Feeling over the skin underneath. You gasp when the tip of his finger just barely touches your clit. He opens his mouth to tease you. To say the playful and sensual banter he usually gives his partners. To coo mockingly and ask if their sensitive. Then chuckle and lick his lips when they say yes. But he can't really do that. Not with you. A woman he's assaulting. He shuts his mouth and watches what he's doing.