Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Banging The Local Crypid 3

I was pretty tired writing this one so it's not stellar. Warning for bodily harm and blood.

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Protective is an understatement. You are sitting down, reaching up and behind you, stroking Jiraiya's head in an attempt to keep him calm. He's feral at the moment. Crouched behind you in a defensive way, eyes wide and wild. He's breathing quickly. His lips pulled back into a snarl. His hair is prickly. His whole body is vibrating.

The reason for his aggression? A doctor is in the den. Jiraiya has become increasingly territorial. Over you. Over the enclosure. He can't stand it when doctors and enforcers enter the domain. The only reason this doctor is alive is because of two reasons. They're taking care of you. They're a woman. A different woman than the one you had dealt with before. She's been put in charge of you during your pregnancy.

It's not that Jiraiya is prejudice or anything. He's viciously murdered anyone who got too close to you for his comfort. He's only slightly more reasonable with women. The reasoning is mostly a chemical primal thing in his head. It was animal instinct. Other males are a much bigger threat to him and you. He won't let them live in his territory. Females walk a very fine line. One wrong move and he'll slash them with his claws.

"Are you feeling any better?" The doctor asked.

"I guess so." You murmur. "I'm still so tired."

"I see."

She pulled her hand back, seemingly satisfied with well... poking around. It's violating in so many ways, but she's gentle. Much more gentle than the last one, the one with the red hair and glasses. Her lack of bedside manners earned her a nasty slash on her arm from your protective mate.

This doctor is nice. Quite fair in skin. Shorter in stature and quite curvy. She had long honey blonde hair that she always had pulled into a pair of loose pigtails that were always laid behind her shoulders. Her eyes are quite interesting. Large doe like brown eyes that are behind black framed glasses. While innocent in shape and size, they aren't in tone. They're always guarded and careful. Especially with your hissing partner standing guard over you watching her like a hawk.

You don't know her name. She won't give you it. So you have started calling her after a different character in the old folktale that you got Jiraiya's name from. Tsunade, who was a princess in the story. The one Jiraiya had loved and fought for. While these circumstances are quite different, her demeanour is still quite princess like. She's poised and calm. She doesn't quite feel like she fits in here in this evil underground monster breeding program. She has far too much empathy.

"What are you doing?" Jiraiya asks sharply.

Tsunade is pulling out something from the duffel bag she brought with her. So far, they kinda get along. She's the first white coat to speak to him and explain things to him. She seems to be the only one who knows that he's smart enough to be reasoned with. He mistrusted what he didn't understand and she tries to teach him.

"I'm going to take her vitals." She replies. She shows off the plastic cuff attached to the hand pump. "This will see how she's doing without causing her any harm."

Jiraiya growls. He sinks down until his chin is rested on your shoulder. His eyes stay on the doctor. You stroke his head to keep him in this calmer state. He likes it and knows you do it for him. Alas you also know that for the best reading you should have both arms below your heart. You move your hand slowly down, caressing his cheek before letting your hand fall. He gave off that soft little toady chirp he does when he's worried about you. He nuzzles his cheek against yours. It's something he's been doing more often. He's leaned more into his animal side during your pregnancy. His more primal reactions have kept you safe so far.