Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Cold Cave

Enemies to lovers trope. In a Life or death situation Jiraiya puts aside his animosity towards you to save your life from the ice coated cave neither you nor him can escape from.

So we're getting into some chapters that aren't as polished as I was severely ill this time last year. I'll do some editing cuz oh my god some of them are a little fucked but still legible. My haziness was certainly in full swing and my quality of writing decreased but I didn't want to give up on my readers or my work during it's first year of holidays it was up.

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The cold is slowly becoming unbearable. Even for him. Jiraiya slowly exhales a breath into his hands, hoping to warm them. It works for a few seconds. Then it dies out and returns to becoming cold. Tucking his hands into his sleeves helped. Curling up helped. At the moment he's a tight ball on the floor of the cave. It was more like a cage. Constructed out of rock and ice. The ice itself unnatural and designed to slowly leech and freeze the chakra within its victims until they die. Not much can be done about it. All he can do is wait. Wait... with you. One of his teammates for this mission.

Casting a glance over reveals that you aren't doing as well as he is. Shivering like a leaf in a windstorm. Your winter gear isn't standing up well to the enemy attack. The ice prison is a tricky one to survive. It's a test of endurance and trust. You have lots of endurance. And stubbornness. You just don't trust him. Actually you despise him. He's not the biggest fan of you either, but both you and him are willing to be professional and work together.

"What are you staring at?" You snap at him.

"Are you cold?"

"Of course I'm fucking cold!" You pause and look him over slowly. "Why aren't you in worse shape?"

He shrugs.

"I do have fire chakra. Maybe it keeps me warm. Care for a hug?"

Your look of disgust was answer enough. Even so you give him some choice words.

"I'd rather get frostbite on my ass than touch you."

"Suit yourself."

Your teeth return to chattering. Jiraiya watches you quietly. Okay... he may not enjoy your company all that much, but this is worrisome. The point of this trap attack is to sap the captive's chakra and use it to feed the frost until they die. After which the ice will simply melt away in a fun little ironic way. A slow truly agonizing death that begins the debate of what'll kill a man faster, the cold or chakra deprivation?

He is doing okay. Deep calm breathing. Don't overthink things. Trust that the team will come. There's nothing else that can be done. No fire style attack can penetrate the ice and stone. He's tried. Wasting all his energy on something will only kill him faster. You tried too, more desperate to get out. Throwing wind style attacks to the stone in a desperate attempt to break through. It didn't work. If he hadn't stopped you, you'd probably be in worse shape.

Ever since he stopped you, you've curled up into that ball in the darkest corner. Your emotions are running through something, he can tell. You aren't okay. This is the first trap you've been stuck in. The faith of the toughest shinobi get tested in things like this. At least you aren't alone. Then again... it's with Jiraiya and that doesn't seem to comfort you.

Your face suddenly changes. Your pissed off expression turns to worry. Fear.

"W-We're going to die in h-here, ar-aren't we?" You whisper between your chattering teeth.

"We aren't. Our team wouldn't abandon us." Jiraiya assures you.

That didn't do much to soothe you. Your shivers become more violent. Your breathing more loud and shallow. You shake your head.