Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Good News During Hard Times

This isn't all that sexy it's more just what if you and Jiraiya started a family unexpectedly after the nine tails attack. He's a little depressed so be prepared for a fairly melancholy tone throughout.
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Ugh! Being sick is absolute misery. You trudge back to the path, where your husband is waiting for you. Jiraiya grinned at your return and picked up your backpack from the dirt. He didn't mind carrying it. Especially if you keep dropping it to tear cheek into the underbrush by the road to go throw up. You've been doing it all morning. The last couple of weeks as a matter of fact. You are just nauseous all morning and wobbly on your feet for the rest of the day. It made traveling slow. It was making him worry. It's an... odd sickness. Like clockwork, you are sick from waking up at five am until about eight. Not wanting to be a burden, you insist that you'll just deal and to keep going. Little did you know, Jiraiya was guiding the way to a small village. One he knows has a good doctor. It's an isolated place that barely knows the troubles of the world, so that helps... kinda. No one knows him. It's worrisome to see you in such a state everyday. He doesn't want to see you fall to a flu. A quick visit won't hurt.

He offers his free hand. You take it and groan as you lean against his arm. This is honestly the worst. All you want to do is curl up and die. If only you had a bed to curl up in and sleep this gross flu away. But no! You just gotta throw up every god damn day, don't ya? Yuck. It's not even food you're throwing up anymore. You smack your lips and cringe at the lingering taste of bile.

Jiraiya doesn't really say anything. He hums in acknowledgement when you say something. But he seems distracted as he walks. That, or he just doesn't want to talk. Sometimes he gets those moods. He gets quiet when he's lost in his thoughts. You accept the silence and let him lead the way. The sights and sounds of civilization was a great comfort. Finally! People! Real food and beds! You just want to flop down on a big comfy bed.

"It looks like they got an inn!" You say as you point to the quaint little building.

"Heh, you tired already?" Jiraiya asked with a small chuckle. "I want to do something first before we check in."

He grips your hand tighter and pulls you along. You roll your eyes and follow willingly. After walking the small main street of the town, he turns and stops at the door of a small building. It had the word 'clinic' carved into it.

"Oh come on!" You complain. "I'm not dying or anything! It's just the flu."

"Please?"

His somber response surprised you. It was then you realized Jiraiya looked... stressed. Well yeah, you've been waking him up early from puking in the bushes every morning. He nicely held your hair out of the way most times. He comforted you every time with a smile and a kiss on the cheek. He assured you that he didn't mind. But perhaps he's not as chill about is as you thought. He's worried. It seems he's really taking the whole 'in sickness and in health' vow very seriously.

"I quick check up never hurt anybody." You say and knock on the door.

He sighs with relief and smiles. Good, he's happy you agree. The town was more conservative and wouldn't allow Jiraiya in during your appointment. Which is a shame. He likes seeing you naked after all. He wouldn't mind playing doctor. Due to your lingering sickness, you and him haven't had adult fun in a long time. It's also been a few weeks since hitting up a town. Having sex in the woods isn't all it's cut out to be. Last time, he got his hair tangled in a bush and a stick poked you somewhere inappropriate. It killed the mood since both you and him caught a case of the giggles. Jiraiya tried to keep it going. He held and stroked your thighs as you untangled his hair. He was enjoying the view with his head between your thighs. But you only laughed harder. Especially when he goosed you. It surprised you and you lost your balance, where you landed on his face. He didn't really mind, but he was a little blue in the face from the sudden cut of oxygen. You must love him, because after that display of absolute fuckery, you always mention that you miss the sex too. It just ain't in the stars when you're as sick as you are.