Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Drunken Close Call

Reader request. Angsty. Jiraiya nearly cheats on his long term reader gf after they have a fight.
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The cup made a quiet clink when Jiraiya set it down. He ordered another and span the heavy bottom cup by the rim like a top. He's bouncing his leg impatiently. His mind is racing and so is his heart. He feels terrible but is too stubborn to go back. It's your fault too! You started it! You were so nasty! Saying such horrible things as he returned just as nasty insults. He keeps replaying the argument in his head. But it never changes no matter how he tries to think if he said something else. If anything it would have made it worse. He never raised his voice to you before. But he did today. His throat hurt. A tingling sensation in the very back of it like he was sick.

Nothing had ever made him so mad. His body is tense and his blood is coursing like he's going to go into a fight. Jiraiya can't really remember the last time he got in a verbal argument. Maybe when he was a kid. Or a few debates as a young man, but nothing like this. Not one where it had no winners. Where he got so angry. Enough to clench his fists to white knuckled. He slammed the door behind him after rushing out. It rattled the whole frame of the house. He had to go. Before he did something he regretted. The awful thought crossed his mind for only a second and that was enough. He had to get away to cool off.

His refill was placed in front of him. It didn't feel good. All of it. Yelling at you. Getting mad at you. Storming out and running to a bar. And this is where he's been for at least an hour or so. Jiraiya can drink. He put away at least a bottle by now. He's getting properly hammered at this point. It's probably the worst way to deal with his feelings. But he's frustrated and upset. The only person that he knows how to talk about these things with is you. He can't exactly go cuddle you until he feels better. He doesn't want to cause another fight. The reason for the fight was his drinking. Well... one of the reasons. Many of his flaws were dragged into the fight. Each one felt like a slap to the face. He cringed before finishing his new drink in one gulp. It tastes bitter.

"Hey honey. What's got you down?"

Jiraiya turned his attention to his right. Where the woman who had called his attention was sat. She was sitting backwards in the bar stool. She's sitting rather provocatively. Her elbow on the counter as her back is arched, forcing her chest out. She has one leg crossed over the other and it's bouncing to a slow beat. Her low cut dress complimented her figure. A classic hourglass type. Her face pretty. Fair skin, freckles, button nose and perfect heart shaped lips. Her emerald eyes looking him up and down as she twirls a section of her silky auburn hair around her finger. And she must like what she sees. She smiles at him expectingly.

"Nothing... nothings got me down." Jiraiya sat up straight. He cleared his throat and smiled at her. Attention from a pretty girl will always lift his spirits. "Now that you're here!"

"Is that so? I must say, I'm flattered." She laughed. She moves her hair out of the way of her neck. She smiles when he looks over it and bites his lip. "What else could I do to make you happy?"

"How about your name?"

"Do I really?" The pretty woman put her hand on his thigh and squeezed. She leaned in and spoke in a low tone of voice. "I'm just looking for a good time. No questions. No names. No strings attached. Are you in or out, handsome?"

He stares at her for a long time, processing the question through his drunken haze. Oh. Oh my. Why not? It's rare he gets a one nighter. And such a looker this woman is! "Yes. Yes I'm in."

She smiles and stands up. "Follow me, sweetie. I know a place."

Jiraiya almost fell out of the chair. He stumbled a little. Yes... he's properly drunk. The woman giggled and grabbed his hand. She guided him away to a quiet spot, towards the bathrooms of the bar. As he followed, Jiraiya began to realize what he was doing. With each step, his smile dropped. His heart sunk further and further to his feet. Guilt and nerves fluttered around his stomach.