Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Spoiling One Another

You and Jiraiya have been married a long time. When you make a comment about how he used to be, he has some doubts if he's truly been a great spouse to you for the last few decades.

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For over a year now... Naruto hasn't got it. He looks at you, then slowly over to Jiraiya. His two teachers. Caretakers. Mentors. Weirdos. He just doesn't get it. You are much prettier than that old perv. He's not even all that nice to you. He looks at you and Jiraiya with a critical frown. Why are you so in love with him?

"Aw come now, Jiraiya isn't that bad." You say.

At hearing that, your husband beamed. He casted a sly look to his student. See? He's a good man.

"He wasn't always so mean to me."

His smile falls. Naruto snickers.

"When we first started going out, he was very sweet." You continue. "He brought me cards with poems he wrote in them. He sent me my favourite flowers all the time. Then again he that so often because we were already roommates."

"Hey! I got you flowers because I wanted to." Jiraiya defends himself.

"I know, dear. I'm only teasing."

You give him a quick kiss before continuing to tell Naruto all the ways your husband had charmed you. It's supposed to be in Jiraiya's defence... but the longer he listens to you, the more he noticed something.

"He used to do this."

"One time he did that."

"I remember how he used to..."

Jiraiya scowls as he listened to you. All he's hearing is how he once was a romantic. He doesn't do anything for you anymore. There's no more... surprise. There's only the same. You wake up everyday to the same cynical optimist that teases you with jokes that are at your expense and mocks some of the habits he loves you for. It's all in good fun. It's not like you get mad at him. You'll pull faces and scoff. You dish it back just as hard. But is that enough? Is that really all the love he has for you gets expressed anymore?

"I remember when he'd pull me aside every night, just for a moment, only to tell me that he loves me."

He sinks into the booth as his heart sinks to the floor with the weight of an anchor. A rising shame overtakes what assurance he had that he's a good partner. He hadn't done that in a long time. It's not like he doesn't love you. He loves you more than there are stars in the sky. You just... know that. You don't need to be told every night.... right?

He stares at his cup of alcohol he longed stop sipping. The small warped reflection of himself in the clear liquid only drove home the point that he's not the same man you married. People change in thirty years. In those thirty years he did change.

He used to be sweet. He gave you cards expressing his feelings for you in effervescent words and brought you beautiful flowers simply because they reminded him of you. He was once a husband that told you everyday he loves you. He... doesn't do that now. He more often slaps your ass than kisses you. Your pet names have dissolved from cutesy darlings and babes to vulgar insults. He bids you goodnight by giggling maniacally at a really good joke making fun of you in some way. You usually reciprocate with a huff and roll of your eyes.

Jiraiya props his head in his hand and rests his elbow on the table. He's not all that hungry or thirsty anymore. He pokes at his meal with a frown. He feels awful. He's been nothing but an asshole to you for the last ten or so years.

You haven't left him or shown any desire to... but what if this difference finally does it? All the years he's stopped appreciating you because he took you for granted will have worn you down into falling out of love.