Context: Reader and Jiraiya are young about 20-23. It's during the war right before he meets the Rain kids and trains them. It's a take on a young Jiraiya falling in love with a woman from an enemy village and it's a little awkward since it's like first time uncertain virgin vibes from them both. Hey gotta start somewhere!

You keep checking behind you. You know no one followed you, but it always felt like they did. Perhaps it's just a deep rooted paranoia. After all, you'd be dead if they found out. You slide into the abandoned house. It seems you are early. He's not here yet. The raindrops hitting the house echo in the empty house. You take off your backpack and unzip it. You pull out a blanket and set it out flat on the wood. Next you grab some tea lights and set them out around the room before lighting them. The last thing you do is pull off your forehead protector. Your village would kill you if they knew and you don't want to think about that. You tuck it away in your bag.

There's a series of knocks on the door. A rhythm you knew well. The secret knock announcing your lover had arrived. You skip on over to the door and open it. A soaking wet and grinning Jiraiya was on the other side.

"I was starting to get worried!" You joke. You jump into his arms and kiss him.

"Sorry! I couldn't shake one of my friends." He apologized. "She kept asking where I keep going every week."

Over a year ago, you met Jiraiya. You literally ran into him! Smacking headfirst into his chest. Your eyes locked with his and... that was it. You were captivated by them. It was like some other worldly force was attracting you to him. You casted a glance to read the symbol on the plate on his forehead. Your heart sank. This man was your enemy. But he was just staring at you. Never before in his life had Jiraiya been so infatuated. He's hit on and admired girls since he was a preteen, but he's never felt this. You made his heart pound and sweat gather at the back of his neck. His mind blanked on what to say and it felt like his tongue was swelling. And the first thing that came to mind?

"You... your bleeding."

Well... the line must of worked, because you let him shelter you. He carried you to this little abandoned house. He nursed you back to health. You learned about him and he learned about you. He kissed you and before you know, he's timidly telling you he's a virgin as you help him with his clothing. You only chuckled and told him you were too. And you've been infatuated with him ever since. And he felt the same. Being with him is worth every risk.

You pull him in. The Land of Rain was the only place in between your nation and his. The whole land was quiet and half broken. Barely an army left in tact from the war. Man... you are quite done with this war. So was Jiraiya. It kept you apart. Not that it was okay to be with him under normal circumstances. But each time you met up with him, your life as well as his are put at a great risk. The Leaf and Stone are sworn enemies at this point. The opposition won't hesitate to kill a lone ninja out in the battlefield. There's the added bonus of the half crazed Rain doing everything to protect their destroyed and famished territory. It made for a treacherous travel.

"What did you tell her?" You ask.

"That I'm fraternizing with the enemy!" Jiraiya jokes with a laugh.

You laugh with him and put another kiss on him. He kisses you back before getting settled in. Pulling off his jacket and backpack. He sets it next to yours. You sit on the blanket and pull off your soaked sandals. In the meantime, Jiraiya was pulling out his own little convoy of stuff. A bottle, a container with chopsticks taped to the lid. He unties his forehead protector and drops it in his bag. Only with you, is it a time of peace. He doesn't want to be reminded of the problems outside of the house. He joins you on the blanket, tossing off his own shoes as well. The blanket is fuzzy and soft. It's much more comfortable with no clothes on to be completely honest.

He rips the tape off and hands you a set of chopsticks. He pops the lid off and a pleasant smell emanated from it. It was some kind of Yakisoba. Like a gentleman, Jiraiya held the container between you and him so it was less of a travel from utensil to mouth. It wasn't exactly the most romantic date. But it was as good as it was gonna get. At least it tasted good and still warm. He popped the cap off of the bottle with his thumb and took a drink. He handed it to you.

"Is this saké?" You ask as you sniff it. It certainly wasn't water.

"Yup!" Jiraiya chirped happily. "It's easier to carry in a 'water' bottle. The seal is better." He made air quotes with his full hands as he spoke.

"Do you do this on missions?" You jokingly ask.

He laughs and takes it back from you to take another drink. "Only when I was a teenager! Sensei put a stop to it when he smelt it on me... and Tsunade."

Gasp! What a bad kid! You could totally see a tipsy Jiraiya trying to carry out a B rank. All while passing the bottle to his friend. He was a bit of a delinquent and proud of it, since he told you all kinds of stories of him being a bad kid. One of the best ones was when he was still in the academy. A young kid of six, he found a broken tape recorder and was openly playing with it instead of paying attention to the teacher. The teacher told him to go to the office if he wasn't going to learn. In retaliation, Jiraiya stood from his desk, wrapped the teacher's desk in the recording tape, and did the peace sign before jumping out the window. What a champ. An icon! And yet he told you he was the kid everyone picked on. The class clown no one really had a deep connection with. Which you can emphasize with. You weren't exactly Miss Popularity when you went to school. Just that small clique of friends. One of which had fallen in this war... sigh. When will it end?

"Thanks for bringing the food by the way." You change the subject.

"Thanks for bringing the atmosphere!" Jiraiya returned in a happy tone. He leaned towards you and kissed you.

"My pleasure. Having sex on the cold wet floor isn't exactly my cup of tea."

"Really? I figured I'm good enough at it to make you forget we're in a rotting house."

You giggle and adjust to sit on your knees. You shuffle closer to him. You put your hands in his damp hair as you kiss him. "Your dick isn't that magical, sweetie."

"I disagree!" He tosses the container away and throws his chopsticks as if they were a weapon. They imbed into the wet rotting wood by the door. With hands now free, he grabs ahold of your hips. "I guess it's been too long if I gotta remind ya!"

You make a point to dramatically roll your eyes. Jiraiya scoffs in exaggerated offence. His hands travel lower. He gives your butt a good squeeze before going lower before stopping between your thighs and knees. He pulls on them suddenly, forcing you to lose your balance. You fall on your back and his hands are already back to your pants. He pulls them off along with your underwear. You help him with your shirt and bra. The cozy blanket kept you from the clammy wood. As much as he jokes, Jiraiya doesn't seem keen to bang on the bare wood as much as you are. There's still a hole in the wall from where his hand one time gave the rotting wood in. He got a palm full of splinters and you had to help him pull them out.

"Stay right there!" He was excited about something. He pulls his shirt off before standing.

You do as he says. Laying patiently on your blanket as you turn your head and watch Jiraiya. He's squatted in front of his pack again. Digging around in it searching for something. It gets more frantic as it seems like he can't find it.

"Damn it! I forgot it. I was sure I packed it!" He complains as he continued to dig.

"What did you forget?" You ask him.

He's blushing. You can tell even with his back to you. The very tips of his ears are red. Just what was he doing? Jiraiya dives his whole head in there as he pulls almost everything out. Weapons, pens, a scroll with some water damage.

"Little thing! I should've put it in a bag or something." He's muttering under his breath. A muffled "Ah ha!" Soon comes after that. His head pops out and he's holding something shiny in his hand.

Jiraiya turns around with a big cheesy grin on his face. He stands and practically dances back to you, kicking off his pants and underwear along the way. He sits beside you on his knees. He holds out a necklace, holding the ends of the thin chain in his thumb and first fingers to fully display the length of it. In the middle of the chain was a small charm. It's a heart. The charm is so small it's easy to miss. Only a few centimetres long and wide. Both chain and charm were a steel colour. Probably shadow steel, it's the same material the weapons and plates for a ninja to adorn. As such, it's a popular material for ninjas to make jewelry out if since it matched their gear and held significance to the job.

"Ta da! I got this for you!" He said happily. His expression changes to be more sheepish. "I know it's not much. But it's got my initials on it!" He flips the charm over to reveal that it does indeed got the faint etching of his initials. It looks like his writing.

What a sweetie! Such a thoughtful gift. It's small and discreet. A way for him to express his feelings towards you without making too much of a fuss. The romantic gift easy to hide, but you knew it was there. A small, but lovely token of his love that you can carry around. No one else had to know what it meant. With a smile, you turn around and hold your hair out of the way. He clips it on around your neck. You inspect it as the little heart rests on your chest.

"I think it's wonderful." You tell him. You give him a kiss. "Does this mean I have to get you something?"

"Nah! I'm not a jewelry kind of man. Just knowing you have this makes me happy."

His finger traces the outline of the charm. It's a little cheesy to give a girl a necklace. But... you're his first love. Barely in his twenties and he found someone he truly wants to be with. It's just so cruel that you're born to a different village. One his is at hostility with. But you... you are just so perfect. He shared so many firsts with you. Including sex. Like the first time... ever! At least you didn't have many expectations as you were in the same boat as him. You were the coaxing and assuring one during the first time. He felt like a fool for being so nervous about it all. Still sorta is. There's much he still hadn't done or explored.

"I wish we could run away." Jiraiya spoke quietly. He'd much rather be with you then fight anymore. He wouldn't know what to do if he ever had to face you in battle. It's so complicated... his loyalty and love being torn in two different directions.

You pull him into an embrace and kiss him. You squish your chest against his and sit on his lap. A quiet moan follows as your sex rubs against his. "I wish we could too."

It'd be too hard. Even if you and Jiraiya managed to, you'd probably be headhunted by anbu. And whosever village elite got their first would do the opposite in. In response to having their beloved slain, you or him will be too despaired to fight and have to go home. Under arrest for abandoning duty and conspiring with the enemy. It wouldn't be worth the risk. Maybe when it wasn't so tense between nations. That'd be nice. You aren't the first to fall in love with someone from a different village. In times of peace, paperwork and a disclosure agreement that you won't join the opposing military can be signed. Where you could marry him and be apart of his village as a citizen. But not now... they wouldn't believe it. You won't be accepted as a citizen. They would mistrust you, or even try to take your life. You would be ostracized by the community and Jiraiya's reputation will suffer greatly. Enough to drive him mad from isolation or poor from prejudice ninja not assigning him missions. He'd be forced to run away to survive. And could you do it? Up and leave your village? There's so much there you don't want to leave behind. But... you also don't want to have to fight. Just no... No more fighting. It's exhausting.

You kiss him and grab the base of his cock. A muffled moan comes from Jiraiya in response. He pushed a hand along the back of your hair. You stroke him off at a slow pace. He put his free hand down your spine and gave your ass a squeeze. He quickly moved on to tease your entrance. His middle finger long enough to reach your clit while his first curled inside of you. Little shifts of your hips helps him jerk you off. With your free hand, you run your fingers down his body. His smooth chest and abdomen. The kiss breaks for a moment to take in air and you can't resist smiling. Jiraiya was so funny. In an adorable way. The first time he got naked in front of you, he told you he didn't really have... hair. He told you he can't really grow facial hair. It took too long and got too itchy to deal with. He was smooth skinned aside from a patch of pubic hair. He was oddly insecure about it. Heh... maybe the long hair was to compensate...

"Hairy dudes are gross." You tell him with a shrug. "I'd rather bang a man smoother than a baby's ass then stroke some rat ass's sweater back as he tops me."

Jiraiya died of laughter. Almost falling over when you told him that. But you are the first woman he's been with, he's bound to be unsure of what you want. He still had some of that juvenile ideas of what makes a man a man. You like him how he is. He's pretty. And he's still young. There's plenty of growing he has to do still to become into his own man.

"Are you ready for it?" Jiraiya asks with a light tug on your hair.

You twist your wrist and run your thumb over the head, which had an eager bead of precum on it. "You know I am."

He smiles and retreats his hand to rest on your butt again. He groped and squeezed it. He quite likes your butt. You told him you like his too. Being the first woman to touch him like this gave you some forgiveness. Jiraiya turned beet red whenever you pinched his buns. He never expected to have so much attention on his body. You he could kiss, bite, compliment, and eat out all day. But any praises to him got him so flushed. No one has called him cute or sexy before. Unless they were pulling his leg. But you meant it! You like what you see in him.

"Ah..." he catches himself exhaling a loud moan.

Would this feeling ever be bad? Jiraiya grins as you sunk down all the way. The plump and wet skin between your legs meeting his pelvis. Nah... it will always be phenomenal. Wet and tight, even contracting around him. Especially if it's you he gets to be with. He'll do anything to be with you.

You weave your fingers together behind his neck. He feels good. His cock rock hard and hitting you the right away. You smile at Jiraiya's expression. His eyes closed, mouth open. Those cheeks getting rosier. You rock your hips. The corners of his mouth pull up into a smile. You kiss his open mouth. He hums before gripping your ass. He pulls and guides you into a rhythm. It's good for both you and him. Not too slow, but not too fast. Rising up to half way before sinking back down.

"Lay down..." you whisper against his lips. "I want to ride you."

The smile on Jiraiya's parted lips grows more. He leans back until he's flat on the blanket. The front of his thighs are against your ass so you know he's got his legs bent. He brings his hands around to hold your hips. You stroke his arms and hold your hands over his. You rock your hips forward as you rise and push them back when you fall. Sliding more of his cock out of you before taking it all back in. It brings about waves of pleasure.

It's nice watching him. His red cheeks and weak breaths. The way his hair spread out against the dark fabric of the blanket. Jiraiya moans your name and his hips roll in the opposite rotation of your movements. You smile and stroke over his shoulders. Then his chest. Lastly, his abdomen. He's fit and beautiful. You brace your hands on his bellybutton and use the leverage it gives you to lift yourself farther. Rising up until it's just the head before falling back down. Your ass making a wet slapping sound as it hits his skin.

You split your legs farther apart as you bend over. You rest your body over his. Jiraiya eagerly kisses you once you're there. You roll your hips, completely changing up the rhythm. Your voice almost harmonizes with his as you moan with your lover. It feels amazing. Yes, he is your first, but it just felt right. The size and shape just right for you for optimal pleasure. Jiraiya feels the same. You are the first, but hot damn if he didn't nail it the first time! You're his perfect woman.

Jiraiya gripped your hips harder before rolling. You land on your left side. He lifted your leg under your knee and took over. He fucked you with some power in his thrusts. You are vocal and cry out from it. The encouragement makes him go faster out of excitement.

"Ah! Oh Jiraiya! That feels good!" You moan and gasp.

He gasps your name before biting your bottom lip. He kisses and drags his tongue over your collarbone. His mouth caught the charm of your necklace every couple of kisses. His breath his hot, but feels cool on your warm skin. Sweat was rolling off of you. Jiraiya too. The temperature of the room seemed to rise just from the body heat you and him are generating. He forced you into your back and he wrapped his arms around your lower back right above your butt. He lifted you and kept you there as he pounded you. His body still bent over yours. His head level with your boobs. You could feel his teeth biting your skin. Hard love bites that left marks on your body. You reach down and grip his hair.

Jiraiya's breath hitches and he held it. The pace of his hips changed to slower. Thrusting once and holding it. His fingers dragged down your back. He sat up on his knees and brought your hips to him as he thrusted and held. He's close. You squeeze your legs on his hips. He cracks open his clenched eyes to look at you. He didn't even know he shut them. You smile at him and arch your back. You're about there too. Your walls flex around his cock and he doesn't last much longer. Continuing to switch between fast and slow until...

"W-Wait!" He cried out before yelling something incoherent.

The new sensation of him filling you hit you. His load squirting in a thick stream inside of you. It's unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. In fact, it seemed to turn you on. Enough to join him. Jiraiya sits back on his knees once it's over. He pulled out and turned red.

"I am so sorry! I didn't mean to!" He apologized in a fluster.

"It's fine." You say with a satisfied smile. You are laying flat on the blanket again. Well.. half on it. Your head and shoulders are on the wood. Rolling around on the thing had twisted it. Your smile grows as you spread your legs. You caress your innermost thighs by your vagina and pull back the skin. "You should admire your first cream pie."

"Damn..." A quiet chortle follows the statement. Jiraiya looks between your legs to your eyes. He can't resist smirking. "You're kinda a perv."

"Says the man grinning at his fine work."

"Well I uh... I like seeing you like this." He admits with a laugh. He blatantly stares at your crotch. He wouldn't mind doing that again. And again... All night. His team won't miss him for a night will they? They've been loyal and kind to him, covering his ass when sensei asks where he goes all the time. They know it's to see a girl, they just don't know the lengths he goes to see a girl. Not just a girl, but his girl! You mean so much.

You roll your eyes before sitting up. He's such a dork. You stretch your legs out and flex your toes. You rub your sticky thighs together. What to use to clean up? Meh... guess the blanket just has to be washed. It's covered in many fluids. And gonna be covered in more. You stretch your arms above your head and arch your back. You reach down and touch the charm. The little steel heart of your beloved. Jiraiya watches you quietly. The way you smile when your fingers touched the necklace he got you got his heart pounding. Everything about you gets his heart pounding. He gets nauseous in a good way when he thinks about you. It's weird. Good weird. No one has ever made him feel this way and he doubts he'll ever find it again. His mouth opens and the words come out.

"I love you."

The words catch you off guard. Your head snaps in his direction. Eyes wide with surprise. Did he just say that? You blink. It sinks in and you laugh. You flip over to your knees and crawl over to him.

"I love you too!" You return wholeheartedly.

You kiss him. He returns it with a sigh of relief. It's exciting! Finding one's soulmate on the first try. Jiraiya is too precious of a treasure to let go. He feels the same about you. His first serious relationship and he's sure he's found the one. And those who question it have never been in love.

The rest of the night was spent doing much of the same. Switching between sex and laying on the stained blanket. You traced circles in his chest while his hand rubbed your hip. Enjoying the sweet time of talking about nothing. It's such a rare thing to have the time to talk to him for so long. You would press your forehead against his when you got sleepy. Jiraiya sacrificed his arm to be your pillow as you drifted off first. He wrapped the edges of the blankets around his body and yours before fully settling in to sleep as well.

In the morning, your bones hurt from the uncomfortable floor. The dampened wood had penetrated the blanket. It was cold, wet, and lumpy. It was worth it. It's rare you get to sleep in your lover's arms. Jiraiya just groaned when you moved. He didn't want this to end! He'd much rather just stay in those abandoned house with you then go home. You patted his head and scolded him for whining. He was just too cute. He looked like a five year old. His hair sticking out in every direction. His eyes still closed as he moved around sluggishly. He's not exactly a morning person.

He picked up his clothes and put them on slowly. He dragged it out. He didn't want to say goodbye. He didn't want to go! You were already dressed and packing your bag. At the door you waited. Jiraiya joined you. Your forehead protector in your hand. He had his clenched in his hand. You look at the engraved plate in your hand. If only it was the same as his. Then you wouldn't have to do this. You could just walk home with him. At last, you equip it with a tight knot. Jiraiya was finishing tying his when you looked up at him.

"I don't want to say goodbye." He sighed.

"I don't either." You offer a smile to comfort him as you play with the fringe along the side of his head.

Jiraiya grabs your hand and kisses the palm. "I'll try and keep in touch. I'll send a letter in the usual method."

"I look forward to it. I'll do what I can too. But I don't have the advantage of having summons." You laugh quietly. The goodbye was always hard, but you don't want to be sad around him. A tearful parting will only make it worse.

His smile is melancholy. He kisses you again. Then again and again. One hand holding your cheek as he makes out with you. His forehead hits yours. There's a quiet clink as the metal of the headbands' plates collide.

"I love you." Jiraiya spoke the words quietly. It kept it intimate, as such words should be.

"I love you too." You matched his vocal level.

Jiraiya traces the shape of the charm around your neck. He steps out into the rain. One final smile and he turns. He runs back towards his home among the trees. You turn in the opposite direction and go back to the mountains of yours.

Hopefully, you'll hear from Jiraiya soon. Your heart already aches to be away from him. It's as if your heart is tethered to his and each step you take away from him puts strain on the rope connecting them. It pulls you back, with the urge to run back into his arms. Soon. Very soon. You'll see him again. At least now you have a part of him with you. And you must think of a gift to give him. You clutch the charm engraved with your love's initials. What could be good enough gift?