Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Star Crossed Lovers

Context: A young Jiraiya and young reader during the war. Also a little cringe as they both awkward virgins lmao.
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You keep checking behind you. You know no one followed you, but it always felt like they did. Perhaps it's just a deep rooted paranoia. After all, you'd be dead if they found out. You slide into the abandoned house. It seems you are early. He's not here yet. The raindrops hitting the house echo in the empty house. You take off your backpack and unzip it. You pull out a blanket and set it out flat on the wood. Next you grab some tea lights and set them out around the room before lighting them. The last thing you do is pull off your forehead protector. Your village would kill you if they knew and you don't want to think about that. You tuck it away in your bag.

There's a series of knocks on the door. A rhythm you knew well. The secret knock announcing your lover had arrived. You skip on over to the door and open it. A soaking wet and grinning Jiraiya was on the other side.

"I was starting to get worried!" You joke. You jump into his arms and kiss him.

"Sorry! I couldn't shake one of my friends." He apologized. "She kept asking where I keep going every week."

Over a year ago, you met Jiraiya. You literally ran into him! Smacking headfirst into his chest. Your eyes locked with his and.... that was it. You were captivated by them. It was like some other worldly force was attracting you to him. You casted a glance to read the symbol on the plate on his forehead. Your heart sank. This man was your enemy. But he was just staring at you. Never before in his life had Jiraiya been so infatuated. He's hit on and admired girls since he was a preteen, but he's never felt this. You made his heart pound and sweat gather at the back of his neck. His mind blanked on what to say and it felt like his tongue was swelling. And the first thing that came to mind?

"You.... your bleeding."

Well... the line must of worked, because you let him shelter you. He carried you to this little abandoned house. He nursed you back to health. You learned about him and he learned about you. He kissed you and before you know, he's timidly telling you he's a virgin as you help him with his clothing. You only chuckled and told him you were too. And you've been infatuated with him ever since. And he felt the same. Being with him is worth every risk.

You pull him in. The Land of Rain was the only place in between your nation and his. The whole land was quiet and half broken. Barely an army left in tact from the war. Man... you are quite done with this war. So was Jiraiya. It kept you apart. Not that it was okay to be with him under normal circumstances. But each time you met up with him, your life as well as his are put at a great risk. The Leaf and Stone are sworn enemies at this point. The opposition won't hesitate to kill a lone ninja out in the battlefield. There's the added bonus of the half crazed Rain doing everything to protect their destroyed and famished territory. It made for a treacherous travel.

"What did you tell her?" You ask.

"That I'm fraternizing with the enemy!" Jiraiya jokes with a laugh.

You laugh with him and put another kiss on him. He kisses you back before getting settled in. Pulling off his jacket and backpack. He sets it next to yours. You sit on the blanket and pull off your soaked sandals. In the meantime, Jiraiya was pulling out his own little convoy of stuff. A bottle, a container with chopsticks taped to the lid. He unties his forehead protector and drops it in his bag. Only with you, is it a time of peace. He doesn't want to be reminded of the problems outside of the house. He joins you on the blanket, tossing off his own shoes as well. The blanket is fuzzy and soft. It's much more comfortable with no clothes on to be completely honest.

He rips the tape off and hands you a set of chopsticks. He pops the lid off and a pleasant smell emanated from it. It was some kind of Yakisoba. Like a gentleman, Jiraiya held the container between you and him so it was less of a travel from utensil to mouth. It wasn't exactly the most romantic date. But it was as good as it was gonna get. At least it tasted good and still warm. He popped the cap off of the bottle with his thumb and took a drink. He handed it to you.