Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Love Heals Scars

Warning and spoils. An au where reader jumps in front of Jiraiya to spare him the injury to his chest he got during the time skip. So expect talks of bodily harm, extreme stress and anxiety, and body issues.

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Listening to Kakashi recall the events of the mission brought back some... interesting feelings. You sigh as the grip on your hips got tighter. It was from stress and protectiveness as your husband held you. He's sat on the edge of the windowsill with his legs apart to have you in between them. You rub his knees as he bit his lip. He was going to tell, you know he is. A comforting kiss is placed on the back of your neck before Jiraiya sat up straight and spoke up.

"That sounds familiar." He said. He began to pull on your hips to make you turn around. He dropped his voice to a whisper. "Show them."

You don't cooperate. You shake your head and lean against him rather than spin like he wants.

"It's not that big a deal, hon. Don't be so dramatic." You spoke in a hushed tone as well.

"It is a big deal." Jiraiya wasn't budging. He forced you to turn around to face him. He pinched your chin to hold your head in place as he leans in for a kiss. "I thought I lost you."

You smile at him. It was more sad than amused. You reach up to caress his face and play with some of his hair. His expression says it all. He's still upset about the whole situation. His hands move up to the collar of your kimono. He pulled it open and off of you, revealing your body to your torso. Much like him, you wear older fashioned clothing with light armour for convenience. You have on a netted shirt that will tangle and stop most weapons from piercing your body. The dark grey colour of the shirt hides what lays underneath.

The room was rather silent as the build of the reveal had all their attentions. You bow your head and stare at your husband's neck blankly as he pulled on the shirt. When it's pulled to your shoulders, there's a shift in the atmosphere. The adults in the room shift with an uncomfortableness about them as they see the damage done to your body.

"This...." Jiraiya paused for dramatic effect. "Is the result of only a fraction of the Nine Tails power."

His fingers run down your spine. It forced a shudder out of you. Almost every square inch of your back is scared over. Your skin warped and torn from some sort of horrible injury. The scar itself is still red as some of it still must be healing.

The impact point was your lower left side. It was a crater. Like someone cupped their hand and scooped out part of your flesh. Then there's tears all along your back like how lightning is depicted in art. Zig zags that spread all around and curved around your shoulders to the front. It's truly awful.

You grab the hem from Jiraiya's hands and yank it down. He helps you pull your kimono back on properly. With tight fists he pulled on the front hem to pull you closer against him. His lips press against yours in an apologetic kiss. There's the signs of tears in your eyes and he hated that.

This scar was never meant to be yours to bear. It should have been his. He was prepared to take it. Yet you jumped in front of him. He held you in a tight hug. Your face pressed against the crook of his neck as he kept you in that secure spot. The position wasn't so different. Especially when you hug him with your hands gripping his shoulders.

"I'm sorry." Was all he said.

You nod and simply seek the comfort of his embrace. Jiraiya didn't go into detail. He spared plenty of it since it would only upset you more. But the others in the room got the gist.

Sometimes good ideas come with bad consequences. You got hurt because Jiraiya was attempting something different when it came to Naruto's training. Having a demon with a crap ton of chakra could be useful. But tapping into that power had caused unforeseen consequences. Naruto lost control as the beast took over and used his body. The Nine Tails had his sights set on Jiraiya.