Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Thirty Years

Warning! Mentions of abuse. Reader is the one being abused. Blood and injury. Not by best boy he's here to protect her. Angsty sad story with happy ending for the soul.

Reader is Tsunade's sister.

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It's been a half hour now. Jiraiya takes his eyes from the clock to bring them back to you. You hadn't moved an inch. You're still crouched down with your hands clenched just above your knees. You won't look at him. You shake when he's attempted to approach. He didn't want to approach you while you're petrified. That's not how he wants you to see him. With fear and anxiety. But he's starting to worry. With each tick of the clock so does a bead of your blood drop. Between your clenched fists was cuts and blood. Your palms and fingers are all torn up from glass. The shattered pieces of a cup are still around your feet.

Seeing you like this is hard. He swallows back the lump that had formed in his throat and he spoke.

"Do you remember what a klutz I was when I was a kid?"

You raise your head slowly. Your curtain of blonde hair fell back to reveal some of your face. You look at him. Your gaze is tired but it isn't fearful. You are simply curious to his point.

"I scuffed my knees more than any rookie out there." Jiraiya said with a chuckle.

It's true. His head dives into a memory so strong he could feel it again. Running too fast for his own good only to trip on his own feet. His head getting confused on how to do a basic function that he mastered at a year old and it leads to a hard mouthful of dirt. That sting of pain and the cool pooling sensation of blood in his cuts. He used to just get up and walk it off. His teachers often freaked out as his chin, palms, and knees were all messed up. Then you walked into his life. The elder sister of Tsunade. A pretty older girl he kinda sorta totally fell for. One he knew was good at healing.

"I always went to you when I got hurt, you remember that?" He asks.

You nod. Yet you look more hurt by that then comforted. That was his opposite intention. You look so sad and he doesn't really know why. He just wanted you to remember all that trust. That... love he wants you to feel for him. You must still feel this for him in some capacity. Why else did you agree to let him take care of you?

"Can't I do that for you now? Let me take care of you."

"Take care of me?" You ask in a mouse sized voice.

"Yes. Come on, babe. Let me treat your cuts."

"But... the glass."

"Don't worry about it. I can get it later."

"But... I broke it." Your voice quivers.

"Accidents happen." He assures you. He took a stride towards you. "I don't think anyone will miss a cup."

"Aren't you mad at me?"

"No. I'll never get mad at you." He promises. He's now a few centimetres away from you, separated by only the river of glass shards. "Come on. Let me get you fixed up."

He held his hand out to you. You look down at it for a beat. Then another beat. Just as Jiraiya was sure you weren't going to accept it, you reach out and grab it. His skin is met with wet and cold. He didn't really mind the blood. He stood up, forcing you to come with him. Some coaxing was involved.

"Watch your feet. I don't want you to cut them."

"Sorry."

"..." He looks at you with a sorrowful frown. It squeezes up his insides that your first response is to apologize. "It's not your fault."