Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Star Crossed Lovers 2

It wasn't so bad. The life of a fugitive was a pretty relaxed one. For three years you lived in the small rotting house in the Land of Rain. You got to live it with Jiraiya. Being with him all the time was amazing! Everyday you got to do things with him. You got to hold and kiss him anytime you wished. You stayed up late with him to talk and get frisky. Where you would fall asleep in his embrace every night and wake up to his kisses. You would rest your head on his leg as he wrote. His hand would pet your hair and he occasionally asked you questions. But it was mostly just enjoying every little moment with him in a comfortable quiet.

You helped him train the trio of children he took in. They were interested little things. All three you got along with. You learned how to fold paper flowers with Konan. You played games with Yahiko. You would sit and listen to the shy Nagato. He was the hardest to bond with. He was so quiet. But the more you bonded with his friends, the more he trusted you to open up.

Now... how did this happen? Why are you a rogue? A deserter... Sigh. The situation was so messy. A month after Jiraiya had given you the necklace, you sent a letter to him through one of his summons. In it was a love note and pictures. Yeah... you may have sent him nudes. Just a few polaroids of your naked body no big deal! God bless you for being his perfect woman with the perfect gift. He took them with him on a mission in the raining territory. He just had to. He felt like an old fashioned man! Fighting for his girl and looking at pictures of her for morale while he was stuck in the middle of a rainy war torn field. He was admiring your gorgeous pictured body when misfortune struck him late at night. He got jumped and bested by a team belonging to your nation. They actually summoned you down.

"This pervert has pictures of you!" Your teammate tossed a knife to you and it landed blade first into the ground between your feet. "We figure you deserve the kill. He was probably planning to do the same to you. Or worse."

All you remember was looking at Jiraiya. He was roughed up and tied. Blood ran down his chin from a nasty split on his lip. He was scuffed and bruised by the hands of your colleagues. Yet, he simply smiled in understanding. He wouldn't blame you if you chose your people. But... is it unreasonable to pick love over war? You picked up the knife. Your free hand held the small heart charm of your necklace. Your mind was long made up. You cut his bonds and admitted to your friends that this was the man you love. They all lost their minds. They put together who J was from the necklace and couldn't believe you were betraying them. They pestered you for weeks about the little thing. They harassed anyone with names who started with J. They joked and laughed whenever you got flustered over their prying questions.

Then within a few minutes, you were no longer a ninja hidden in the stone. These were no long your friends. No more did you have brothers and sisters in arms. But you had your love. It's a love your believe in deeply. Nothing shall sever it. No wars, nor alliances, kin, kith, or natural disasters will break it.

"You're sure about this?" Jiraiya whispered the question.

"Yes. I don't want to be in a world without you." You answer with a smile.

He smiled. He grabbed your hand tightly. "Then let's get out of here!"

He made an escape and took you away back to the house you and him always meet. But this time it was occupied by three new people. And that was that. You tossed away your forehead protector to officially renounce your village. And everything has been peachy keen ever since. You don't leave the house often to avoid anyone from your old village seeing you. You tend to prepare meals or secretly read over Jiraiya's notes when he was out training his team. He's a good writer! But he was shy about letting people read his stuff. Sometimes you joined when the area was completely void of life. But half the time you kept an eye on your back and Jiraiya would be worried the whole time you were out in the open. Time was running out here, but no one knows for how long.