Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Ten Long Years

A request from a lovely reader! You are a simple country girl who fell in love with a shinobi over ten years ago. When he disappeared after promising to come back for you, you had to deal with the consequences alone. And when he finally came back it may be far too late....

Warning: touching on subjects like sexism.

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You shut the door loudly behind you. Emotions are raging through you. Your home no longer feels like a sanctuary. It's only a matter of time before Jiraiya finds it. A light tug on your arm catches your attention. You look down to see your son is looking at you. He looks afraid. Your behaviour as been quite frantic. It's not surprising that it freaked out Kiyo.

"Grab your bag, Ki." You say. "We're leaving."

"Where we going, mama?" He asks.

"... On a trip."

You son doesn't look so convinced. He's a smart boy. He knows something is wrong. Even if he does have many questions, he scampers to his to pack his things. You lock the door before jogging to your room. Through tears, you grab your pack and began to fill it with only the essentials.

In a perfect world, you wouldn't be like this. So god damn emotional. Over what? A man who left you? He shouldn't be worth your tears. Yet here you are, sobbing and upset at what had happened only moments before.

Even if it had been ten years, Jiraiya looked the same. There are some minor differences, but those core features didn't change. His hair. His height. That face, while a little older, was no different.

He had the brass to be happy to see you. He even seemed excited. He strolled into town like he was welcome to. The community wasn't so welcoming to him but he seemed to ignore it. He found you before you could even be told he had dropped in. It was blindsiding.

"Hey! You're a mama now!" Jiraiya stated to you like you didn't know. He was enthusiastic. Too enthusiastic. Almost like it was fake. Fake or not it was draining to even be near him. To have him speak to you like he had done nothing wrong only stung more. It was like you weren't worth his remorse. His next words only seem to drive that point home. "Whose the lucky guy you married?"

"I'm not married..." You managed to say in an even voice. It was hard to. You could feel the build of pressure behind your eyes and squeeze in your throat.

Kiyo was mostly oblivious. He was staring at something else that was more interesting than this conversation. That was until he heard your full reply. He knew that tone well. You've run out of patience and you're upset. He didn't know why you are being so cold towards this man. He scowled at the man, because he could tell you didn't like him. If you didn't like him, then he doesn't like him.

Jiraiya took another look at your boy. His eyes scanned over Kiyo slowly. His enthusiasm dropped. His smile faded. His eyes went wide as he really took your son in. Fear and stress took hold.

Kiyo looks exactly like his father... only younger and cuter. Tinier and softer. With crazy white hair untameable even with a hair tie. Black coloured irises set in upturned almond shaped eyes. They both have the same nose, chin, and lips. He's even got markings. Those differ but are of the same crimson hue as Jiraiya's. His grow and follow his lower lash lines like finely painted liner that starts halfway and paints up towards his outer corners. The only thing your son really inherited from you was maybe your ears and skin tone. Some days you look at him and almost call him by his father's name.

"H.... How old is he?"

"I'll be ten in two months." Kiyo answered for you. Children are always excited about their birthdays. He was excited to make the milestone of double digits.