Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Sick in the Woods

Sorta a nice little survival thing with Jiraiya and reader whilst she's sick.
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Stifled coughing caught his attention. Jiraiya looked over his shoulder to check on you. You are still bundled up. You have the sleeve of one of the kosodes he draped over you against your mouth to muffle your coughing. Your cheeks are flush and your complexion is grey. There's sweat and dampness all over your body. He sighs and reaches out his hand to pet your head and check your temperature.

"I'm fine." You automatically say. Your voice is raspy and weak.

"I know." Jiraiya learned long ago to not to argue with you.

He sighs. You are still very hot. Your fever hasn't gone down. You've been coughing until you are winded and on the verge of throwing up. Its been several days now. There's no sign of getting better. The weather isn't helping.

It's been raining for days. The rain water has soaked practically everything. The only shelter was the one Jiraiya slapped together with fir branches and young tree logs. But he's no master at this. He may have been living very nomadically most of his life, but he spent the rainy days tucked snuggly against trees with good canopies. He always seemed to get caught in the rain when he's in the wilds. No humans or structures. None that are meant for sheltering anyways. Now that he's not alone, he had to come up with better solutions than curl up under a tree. He has you to take of now.

The fire in front of him popped. Even in this weather, he's managed to kindle a small fire. The roof of the shelter was doing it's job for the most part. It was a little leaky. Jiraiya was close to losing his damn mind last night when drops of water kept dripping onto his cheek. He turned back around and focused on keeping that flame going. The heat was trapped in the small area. Which helped as it was very cold out. He blew some air into it while tossing another damp log on top. It was smoky as the flames burned off the water.

A new coughing fit followed. You hold your side as it feels like you are coughing up a lung. Once it's over, you groan and cuddle up tighter under the clothing. Jiraiya had lovingly tossed all of the spare clothing on you to keep you warm and dry. In the meanwhile he looked like a drowned rat. His hair is soaked, it's plastered to his face and body. His clothing is no better. It's dark from the saturation and falling off of his shoulders and hips. It won't be long until he gets sick. But he's been an over dramatic goofball like always when it comes to you. He's been making some sacrifices to help your health. The dog pile of clothing, the leaky shelter he spent hours on, the more hours it took getting a fire going. He was the main hunter and gatherer. The food options out in the woods was limited to say the least. He was good at these skills. But he was too worried to leave you for long periods of time. It's like he expected you to suddenly stop breathing or something supernatural will take you out. No one is around. Just you and your husband.

Too bad you are sick. Or else it would have been sex in the rain. That would be lovely. The cold rain on your bare skin, along with his, as you rock your body against his. The cold pellets of water pecking your skin with its icy kisses as the heat of your body was offsetting the cold. The feeling of his warm wet lips on your neck while trails of cold rain follows sounded rather good. Same with how the rain would feel caressing your thighs as his fingers run down them. His skin having goosebumps from the cold and from how good the mix of sensations are. Watching his face as he turned it to the sky to cry out in pleasure. The sprinkling of drops flying off of his hair, nose, chin, and lips from the force of it. The contrast of the cold around you and the heat within you finally coming to an end as he floods your insides with his hot seed.

"Jiraiya~!" You coo at him.

He looks over his shoulder again. A brow raises. Are you really doing this? You rolled over onto your back. Your hair is tangled from tossing around under the clothing. Your still look ashen and sweaty. That smile on your face and they way you bite your lower lip looks a little drunk as you are a little hazy in your sickness. Your blinks become out of synch with grogginess. You toss off some of the layers over top of you. Your clothing is disheveled and half off of your shoulders. You pull on them further to reveal more in hopes to entice him.