Warning blood injury. Near death of the reader.
Listening to Kakashi recall the events of the mission brought back some... interesting feelings. You sigh as the grip on your hips got tighter. It was from stress and protectiveness as your husband held you. He's sat on the edge of the windowsill with his legs apart to have you in between them. You rub his knees as he bit his lip. He was going to tell, you know he is. A comforting kiss is placed on the back of your neck before Jiraiya sat up straight and spoke up.
"That sounds familiar." He said. He began to pull on your hips to make you turn around. He dropped his voice to a whisper. "Show them."
You don't cooperate. You shake your head and lean against him rather than spin like he wants.
"It's not that big a deal, hon. Don't be so dramatic." You spoke in a hushed tone as well.
"It is a big deal." Jiraiya wasn't budging. He forced you to turn around to face him. He pinched your chin to hold your head in place as he leans in for a kiss. "I thought I lost you."
You smile at him. It was more sad than amused. You reach up to caress his face and play with some of his hair. His expression says it all. He's still upset about the whole situation. His hands move up to the collar of your kimono. He pulled it open and off of you, revealing your body to your torso. Much like him, you wear older fashioned clothing with light armour for convenience. You have on a netted shirt that will tangle and stop most weapons from piercing your body. The dark grey colour of the shirt hides what lays underneath.
The room was rather silent as the build of the reveal had all their attentions. You bow your head and stare at your husband's neck blankly as he pulled on the shirt. When it's pulled to your shoulders, there's a shift in the atmosphere. The adults in the room shift with an uncomfortableness about them as they see the damage done to your body.
"This..." Jiraiya paused for dramatic effect. "Is the result of only a fraction of the Nine Tails power."
His fingers run down your spine. It forced a shudder out of you. Almost every square inch of your back is scared over. Your skin warped and torn from some sort of horrible injury. The scar itself is still red as some of it still must be healing.
The impact point was your lower left side. It was a crater. Like someone cupped their hand and scooped out part of your flesh. Then there's tears all along your back like how lightning is depicted in art. Zig zags that spread all around and curved around your shoulders to the front. It's truly awful.
You grab the hem from Jiraiya's hands and yank it down. He helps you pull your kimono back on properly. With tight fists he pulled on the front hem to pull you closer against him. His lips press against yours in an apologetic kiss. There's the signs of tears in your eyes and he hated that.
This scar was never meant to be yours to bear. It should have been his. He was prepared to take it. Yet you jumped in front of him. He held you in a tight hug. Your face pressed against the crook of his neck as he kept you in that secure spot. The position wasn't so different. Especially when you hug him with your hands gripping his shoulders.
"I'm sorry." Was all he said.
You nod and simply seek the comfort of his embrace. Jiraiya didn't go into detail. He spared plenty of it since it would only upset you more. But the others in the room got the gist.
Sometimes good ideas come with bad consequences. You got hurt because Jiraiya was attempting something different when it came to Naruto's training. Having a demon with a crap ton of chakra could be useful. But tapping into that power had caused unforeseen consequences. Naruto lost control as the beast took over and used his body. The Nine Tails had his sights set on Jiraiya.
Jiraiya was prepared to face the consequences of his actions in rousing the beast. This was a bad idea. He tried to talk Naruto back into consciousness. The boy had to be in there somewhere. But the demonic red gaze of the demon fox never faded or changed. The fourteen year old was on his feet and hands coiled up to launch an attack. Teeth bared and hackles raised to strike. A cloak of red in the shape of a feline over his body. The tail that had formed was flicking back and forth with impatience.
Once Naruto had launched with the clear intention to kill, Jiraiya braced. There was no use in escaping it. He couldn't. You were beside him but just far enough away where Naruto paid you no mind. He asked you to run. Of course you didn't. You'd never leave him.
You wouldn't let him be hurt either. You moved without thinking. Your arms wrapped around Jiraiya just as the sharpened claws of the demon's vessel met your back... That was all you remember. Jiraiya hadn't ever spoken about it. You woke up some time later with him cuddled right up against you, hiding you under his body as if shielding you from something.
"Can we go?... Please?" You ask quietly.
"Okay."
Your husband ducked his head under the window and leaned back. You kick your legs up to go over the sill and fall back with him. Both you and him land on the ground gently. You hold his hand and remain rather quiet. He falls quiet too.
Making you upset was never Jiraiya's intention. It's important that the other mentors in Naruto's life understand the wreckage that even a small part of the demon fox's power can do. You... you don't really understand. You were too out of it to really see the brunt of it. Being the bystander was terrible. That sense of helplessness and fear was overwhelming. It's selfish, but he would have much rather be the victim than the caretaker. You handle that kind of stress better than him.
"Do you think I'm weak?..." You ask. You don't have the courage to look him in the eye, scared his face will say it all. You touch your shoulder where some of the scar curled around from your back.
"No. Don't think that about yourself." He was still rather quiet. He squeezed your hand.
"Then... why?" You stop walking and look up at him. "Why do you feel so strongly about this? We agreed to this risk together."
Jiraiya looks you over slowly. His expression is unreadable again. Despite being married to him for so long, he knows how to blank his face out in such a way that you struggle to understand. You know he's thinking and he not happy about what he's thinking, but what his train of thought exactly is you aren't sure. Does he think you really weak? Or fragile? Or maybe... not enough? Do you lack appeal now that you have such a horrible scar?
"I don't want to talk about it." Was the reply you got.
There's a place always set aside for you and Jiraiya. Being people of standing meant a few perks. Like a decent apartment with a decent bed and shower to unwind. You walk beside him silently to the safe haven. Once inside you break away from him to head to the bathroom. He didn't say anything, just let you go.
You feel dirty. Sweaty and hot from the surprisingly beautifully warm late fall day. A cool shower is just what you need to get clean and think. Again one of the perks of being a well respected S class meant a few luxuries. Like a walk in shower big enough for two. You flick on the water and undress. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you stood up from pulling your panties off. Your back is facing the mirror. You look over your shoulder to inspect the scar. The massive.. ugly scar. Gnarled and twisted. Morphing your insides and out. Your spine now slightly crooked. Your belly was even affected. You got a weird bulge on the side of your torso as the impact of the attack had pushed your organs forward in that area. You need surgery for it. Yet another scar to add to your body. Another one that might be making your husband less attracted to you. One side of your body is already so mangled. Can't the other be left alone?
You turn your head back around. You don't want to stare at yourself any longer. Staring at your scars will only do you more harm. You step into the shower and try to relax. But it doesn't work. The moment you step into the water the tears come. People saw your mangled body. It felt wrong that people knew you had such a terrible scar. Your husband has barely touched you since you got your scar. The few times he has the lights were off and he never fucked you from behind since your back is wrecked. Is he really disgusted with you?
"Hey sweetheart?" The sound Jiraiya's voice startled you. You didn't hear him approach above the sound of the water. You turn to face him. He's only got a towel around his waist keeping him decent. "Can I join you?"
You nod. Even if he does feel differently about your body, you want him to be near you. He winks as he drops the towel and strolls right in with a smirk. He stands in front of you. Being so close to you now does he see you are upset. He grabs you by the hips and pulls you against him. He is quick to embrace you again. You hold on, feeling conflicted.
"Are you still attracted to me?" You whisper.
"Of course I am!" Jiraiya fixes his posture to look you in the eye. He looked hurt that you would even think something so horrible. "Why would you ask that?"
You stare at him with your big teary eyes. "I know I'm not very pretty... I never really was. B... but this scar. I..."
"Hey. Don't say that. Don't ever say you aren't pretty." He told you quite seriously. "And that scar isn't anything to be ashamed of." He paused and caressed your back, bringing his hands down it until they met at the concave impact point. "I'll love you no matter what happens."
"Then... why don't you touch me like you used to?"
Jiraiya didn't say something at first. He took in a deep breath before giving you a kiss. You don't understand. How can you? You were passed out for over a week. He hadn't breathed a word about it to you or Naruto.
"You almost died... I don't think you realized how hard it was to see." He explains some of his reasoning. "I hated it and I didn't want to rush into anything while you recovered."
You stare at him for a few moments. Curious. Why does he feel this way? What exactly happened to you that makes him so fearful of your health?
"Tell me what happened?" You ask as you hold his eyes for answers. "I don't understand why you feel so strongly about this. I've been hurt before."
"Not like this..."
It was near death. A near death he was supposed to experience not you. You flung yourself at Jiraiya just in time. Your arms wrapped around his sides where he felt you grip fistfuls of his haori. A flash of red, then suddenly he was flying back. His feet knocked out from under him as he soared through the air and collided with something. The wood was old and dry. It splintered and broke apart as if made from toothpicks. Just one of the many abandoned houses that mark the older paths of the continent. The original plan was to camp out into one after training...
The splintered ends dug into Jiraiya's back, but that was the least of his worries. It took a moment for his vision to stop spinning. The taste of blood was in the back of his throat. His torso felt sore from the impact. He expected the pain to be worse. Searing and agony to withstand. Yet there was nothing more than a throbbing in his whole body like a wave had crashed upon him and stolen his breath. He hadn't realized that you were the reason why he didn't feel close to meeting the reaper. Honestly he was figuring it was just too much for his nerves and brain to process so it all went numb to keep him from dying of shock.
Then your weight that he knows so well was laying over top of him. How many times in his life have you laid over top of him? With your head on his chest and arms around him... He lost count a long time ago. But looking down and seeing your hair then realizing what happened made it feel like it would be the last time. You were... disturbingly still.
He tried getting your attention. Holding your face and calling your name, but you didn't respond. He sat up despite how riddled with pain his back was. He held you to keep you cradled against his body.
What sounded like a bucket of water being thrown sounded through his ringing ears. He looked down to his feet to see a puddle of splattered blood. It splashed over his feet and stained him. That's when the realization hit.
You are bleeding. Not just a little bit either. Jiraiya pulled you back to rest more how you first did against his body. From there he could see that your blood was covering your back. Your clothing completely shredded. There was no skin left it looked like. Just your flesh underneath and blood. So much blood.
That was the first time fear truly gripped him. You died. You just died. You saved him and died. It was his worst nightmare brought to life. Suddenly breathing became hard as a swell of emotions came. Panic and dread clouded his mind as he figured he just lost his wife. His loving beautiful wife of so many years. The one person he thought wouldn't ever leave before he did.
A movement caught his eye and Jiraiya raised his gaze from your body. He held you tighter as he realized Naruto was still under the influence of the demon. The teen was hissing and baring his teeth like a wild beast. Your blood coating his hand and splattered over his face.
"Naruto please... I know you can hear me." Jiraiya begged his student to return to normal. This absolute nightmare had gone on long enough. "Please... just... please."
He wasn't sure what he was even asking for anymore. The despair of losing you had sapped his strength. He felt tired and extremely alone. He couldn't run even if he wanted to. He already came to the conclusion that if you died, he wanted to die too. It was the most clear thought he had in that haze of emotional distress. How could he even cope with being near Naruto when he knows you died as a result of his mistake? It's all his fault. He holds you tightly and buried his face against your hair as he awaited to be cut down. Feeling some sort of acceptance and peace as he didn't feel so lonely as he held you.
The nausea inducing chakra the demon produced began to fade. Jiraiya looked out from under your comforting hair to see Naruto stagger. Those sharp red eyes grew lax and hazy. He stumbled and collapsed only a few feet away from his mentors. The red colour faded from his body. A bit of smoke rose from his unconscious body as he laid in the dirt.
For a while, Jiraiya didn't breathe. He stayed still for what felt like hours. He wasn't sure if he wanted to cry or laugh. His emotions are shot at this point. It was a cruel joke. You were struck down but he was spared? Why? Why when he deserves it so much more? You are still unmoving and quiet in his arms. He's held you so tightly this whole time his muscles were under strain. Did it even matter? He reached up to fix your messy hair to see your face. He accidentally smeared blood all over your cheek. His whole arm is coated. Your face twitched. Then a quiet whimper came from deep in your throat.
That was enough to have the blood start pumping. It was as if the adrenaline waited until that very moment of validation. The pain dulled and senses sharpened. You are alive! Jiraiya felt his throat clench as he got choked up. You're alive! He hadn't lost you and he couldn't be more grateful. He exhaled a deep shaky breath and nuzzled his cheek against yours. The small puffs of your shallow breaths soothed him. Thank god.
With shaky legs he stood and carried you to the closest shelter. It began to rain. The wind had picked up. Thankfully it looked like the house he collided with wasn't the only one near by. He still had to trudge across a field, but he set you down under a roof. Once he was on his knees, he wanted to collapse. This was taxing. He pushed through the exhaustion and did what he could. He retrieved his backpack and pilfered through it with stone heavy hands until he found his med kit. From there his body just sorta moved without much input from his brain. All he knew was that he had to tend to you. Thinking too much about it might just force him to break down into tears.
Jiraiya wrapped your body in bandages. He placed his spare kimono over you. He spent some time just brushing your hair away from your face and staring at you. You feel so small and fragile. He was tempted to just lay down with his arm around you and sleep for a whole day. But alas there is a passed out teenager he had to scrape off of the ground and shelter. He stood to go fetch Naruto from the ground, but he hit the wall. Once he got to his feet a head rush stunned him before taking him down to unconsciousness.
The next he awoke he wasn't sure how long he was out. It could have been only a few moments or hours. He didn't feel any better. He was still exhausted. He checked you first, petrified that you perished when he was out cold. But you were still breathing. Your heart beats on. The bandages were soaked through and saturated the kimono he blanketed you with. He changed them out, expending a lot of his energy before tucking you in with the same blanket. He's short on supplies.
From there he fetched Naruto, who was still in a curled little ball where he last was. Only now soaked from rain. It was still raining. Jiraiya more or less dragged him to the house and set him on the floor. The tired sage went back and forth a few times, gathering bags and supplies that had scattered in the fight. He stood watch over his family for a long time. Slumped against the wall of the small abandoned farm house. He was tired, but refused to rest for some time. Letting the sun rise and fall. Unmoving and quiet he watched like a sentinel. Not really feeling much as he stares.
No one woke up for a while. When hunger finally hit, he attempted to eat while telling himself he ought to keep his strength up in order to take care of you. His stomach disagreed. The nutrition bar came right back up and just managed to scramble to the door. He choked and coughed up the ration on the dirt outside. The curiosity got the better of him and he took a glance at it. There's blood mixed in with the granola he failed to digest, meaning he had some internal damage despite not taking the brunt of the attack.
It took what little energy he had conserved. On that gross note, Jiraiya crawled to your side and collapsed back into another dreamless rest. He felt safe at your side.
After that it was mostly just taking care of you. Stitching up what he could and wrapping your wounds tightly. Naruto woke up before you, confused and with no memory of the event. Jiraiya didn't really speak to him for the first day. Which was fine as Naruto was hazy and shocked at the sight of you. He seemed to understand why Jiraiya was quiet and simply left it alone. There was a tension in the air among the two men that neither of them really liked. Jiraiya didn't want to hate Naruto and Naruto had no clue why his caretaker was so wary around him. The relationship did eventually heal and they are back on being two similar goofballs together, but it took some time. When it came to you, no matter what or who, Jiraiya was slow to forgive whoever hurt you.
Despite your insistence, Jiraiya couldn't just pretend that nothing happened. You were hurt. Badly hurt. On his watch. He feels responsible. You couldn't walk for a month because your spine was injured. It was only by some miracle that your spine didn't receive worse. With Jiraiya's help, you got on your feet rather quickly. He held your hands and helped you the first little bit. Only then when you were walking and laughing with him again did he relax.
It was painful. It was hard. But you recovered. Your body won't ever be the same.
While you were aware enough to know you were being taken care of, you had no clue it stressed Jiraiya out that much. He didn't let on that he was that worried. You listen to his retelling of the situation in absolute silence. As he said details, you could recall certain things. The bags under his eyes and noticing that he didn't really eat that much. He was ashen in complexion for the first day you awoke, but you wrote it off as him feeing sick. Little did you know that he literally worried himself sick. Along with the internal damage he ignored to care for you, it's a shock he pulled through in one piece. He finished his story with a question.
"Why did you jump in front of me?" Jiraiya asks quietly. "It would have been easier if you had let me take that hit."
His fingers stroke around the rim of the impact crater on your back. It tickled a little. The nerves there are all out of whack. You run your hands down his chest, imagining where the scar would be on him. It'd be hard to think that you would have behaved any different. If you did let Naruto attack Jiraiya, his whole chest and abdomen would have been torn open. That came with its own list of complications. His heart and ribs could have been crushed. His beautiful skin would have been torn and wrecked. He wouldn't be the same, but you would love him with no doubts. If anything you would just feel as guilty as he does. You'd be thinking the same thing. Why didn't you act when you had the opportunity?
Your fingers are tracing a scar that could have been. Jiraiya remains quiet as he watches your expression. Over his chest, collarbone, neck... You caress his chin and jaw. Seeing him in that amount of pain would have been hard to deal with. You probably would have been in more of a mess than he was. He kept it together surprisingly well despite how it must look objectively. But he probably only kept together as well as he did for Naruto's sake. In a different reality without that love they have for one another he would have been way more malicious and close to a complete break down.
You've seen him hurt before. Each time he got hurt it hurt you too. You have once watched your husband struggle for survival after an intense battle. His heart beat dropping and wheezing breaths stressed you out enough that it felt like you had aged. Seeing him wrapped up in bandages hurt you to the soul. Being in a hospital and worrying over him has happened too many times for your liking. He's sacrificed a lot for other people. He has enough scars.
"I don't like seeing you hurt." You finally decide on an answer. "It feels like you always bear the pain of too many things. I wanted to protect you from it this time."
He's silent for some time. Looking at you with both a sadness and an understanding. Perhaps he does have too many scars. Some of the deepest ones are not physical. You've seen him through at his absolute lowest when his very soul was scarred from loss. His friends. People who have become family to him are gone and it has left it's cold rough mark on him. You are the last of it left. It's why he'd face death itself and beg for your life if he had to. You never left him when so many have. He couldn't handle it if you went first for any reason. It would leave him hollow... He won't allow it. He demands to die first. He will go first if it means saving you.
"Protect me? I don't need to be protected." Jiraiya said with a small amused smile. He places a kiss on you before speaking again. "That's my job. I will and will always want to protect you."
"I don't need to be protected either." You say. You lay your hands on the back of his neck to cradle it. "I'm just as strong as you are. I remember everything you've ever taught me."
"Everything?" He drawls the word out into a note that ends high for his vocal range. Something he typically does when he's feeling flirty. He ain't afraid to grab your ass and rock his hips against yours to sell the idea of what he wants. "Are you sure that hit to your back didn't knock out some information?"
"What kind of information do you think I have forgotten?"
He chuckles as he rubs your ass and pushes his body against yours. He likes it in any way, but there's something so pristine about you being wet and hot in the shower with him. With enough room in said shower to dance in it, the darn thing was asking for you and him to take advantage of the spacious shower. Hm... but what to do to you inside of it? Something different he could try out before maybe putting it in a future work. You are his favourite research to work upon. Looking around the steamy shower. The niche with a few products. Maybe. Turning the water cold? Now that's just cruel. As much as he likes seeing you perky, it didn't suit the mood. His eyes follow from the tap up to the metal hose that attached the shower head to the waterline. Hey... it detaches from the wall. Nice.
Your eyes follow Jiraiya's hand as it reaches behind and above you. Casting a look back you realized he's grabbed the detachable shower head. A few things come to mind when seeing it in his hand. While perverted, your husband is also a goof. A child who isn't above switching the mode on the head to go from the gentle rain head to the hard concentrate of water in the middle and attacking you with it.
"Let me wash you up, sweetheart!" Jiraiya offered with glee.
You smile and nod. It's still playful, but sexual. That sounds perfect. Where else to start than with your head? He holds the shower head just above your head, dragging it slowly down from root to tip. His other hand is massaging your scalp and pulling away the tangles without hurting you. After a few runs through your hair, Jiraiya couldn't resist going in further. Kissing the side of your neck a few times before latching on to suck on a hickie. The shower head forgotten for a few moments as he bruises your skin in that all telling naughty way.
With his free hand he finished playing with your hair to instead drag it down your spine. He finds a line to follow. The scar ran deep, but that didn't mean he had to always hurt you when thinking about it. Laying a little worship on it may change your perspective. He didn't find it ugly. It was simply another reminder of how strong you are. His wife has more cool scars than him, adding to her respect and renown as a warrior. Who didn't want that in a partner? You're way cooler than him.
Your eyes shut as you focus on the feeling. Your nerves are being tickled. They are aware of the pressure. It feels nice. Jiraiya was no longer afraid to press his fingers into the deep grooves and exploring the new canvas of your back. The warm water and perfect pressure of the shower head follows his hand like a shadow. Even through the scar he could find knots in your muscles. He worked on them slowly, pressing his fingers into the middle of the tense spot while dragging the water across your back to keep you both warm and enticed.
He should enjoy himself too. You reach your arms around him to his shoulders. Pressing and rubbing spots in his body you know he always gets tight at. He hums when you do, his not so verbal way of saying he likes it. Bit by bit his hands undo you. Turning you on with a tenderness that hasn't had an opportunity to show itself in almost three years. Out of respect and the poor innocence of Naruto, you refused to sleep with Jiraiya with the kid in the same room. Unless really in the mood, he never sprung to buy a separate bedroom for the kiddo. Or he'd simply drag you off to a deeper part of the woods after tricking his student into 'meditating for growth' to have a quiet quickie against a tree. Any sort of touching like this was always interrupted by either a blissfully ignorant teenager or you who didn't want to be touched while that teenager watched with wide panicking eyes. Jiraiya hated but loved it. He likes being teased and somewhat relished in the idea of making Naruto squirm at the sight of some affections. He was crass enough of a human being to suggest trying to get away with it not only in public but in front of his fricking godson.
Jiraiya slowly moves up, kissing up your jaw to your lips. It's been close to three years since you could make out with him like this. Those little intimate moments taken away as Naruto's immaturity always found it... how does he put it? Yucky? Crinkling his nose and sticking his tongue out as he watched 'two old people' be romantic. Being called out did offend you enough to flick the boy's nose. Jiraiya was more on board to hammer the kid into the ground with a downward hit to the skull. It was nice to be able to do it again in complete solitude. With no yuckys or insults to interrupt anymore.
Having it had been so long to be so completely engrossed in one another, it got heated. Teeth clashing and tongues eager to play. The last time he did manage to kiss you this heated during that time was after you recovered. He held you almost exactly like this before uttering those simple three words over and over between kisses. Perhaps you should've guessed how worried he was from that alone. But it was such an overwhelming experience of connecting again after weeks of nursing you that you could hardly think.
He grips a handful of your ass again and squeezes hard. Your body twitched in surprise. Flexing and rocking against him as you know what's going to follow. As he always does, he teases you. The flat metal back of the shower head pressing against your sex. The water splashing to your feet. It's hot against your flesh and vibrating slightly from pushing the water out of the spout. A quiet laugh comes from deep in his throat as you shift and groan.
The stream of water runs up your right leg. Jiraiya slowly rotates the shower head until right at that joint that connects your innermost thigh to your pelvis. An inch more and you'd be in heaven. Instead he flicks it by, giving you a jolt of excitement and need to your body before its gone in an instant.
"Jiraiya!..." You groan in an annoyed whine. For a moment you are tempted to grab it from him and get yourself off.
"Heh... sorry. You're so easy to tease sometimes."
"Considering who I'm married to, that's quite the surprise isn't it?"
Your now swelling sensitive lips feel that puff of air from his amused exhale like a gust of wind. Even though it hurts a little now, they are eager for more. It's not the only thing you're eager for. He captures your lips in another kiss before turning the shower head to give you what you want. The stream attacks your sex. The water pressure just enough to get you started.
Despite being married for the better half of your life to this man, this was a first. Jiraiya is experimental to say the least. He's used unconventional tools to get you off before. But the shower head was a first. Mostly because no hotel has a detachable head to their shower and living that kind of lifestyle most your life meant the opportunity never came up before.
He tilts the head to force the water to blast right against you. It pleasures you from clit to slit. It was different from other toys in it's feeling. It is constant and invading. You are tense and bucking into it. Gripping the man you love tightly as he succeeds in jerking you off. Your legs soon start shaking from it.
"Does that feel good, babe~? You're quivering." Jiraiya purrs against your ear.
"Y-You know it does!"
More soft chuckles rock his body. He caresses the back of your thigh before pulling on it. He forced you to hook that leg around his waist. He whips the shower head around to pleasure you at a different angle. You hold onto him harder, afraid you might fall over. The head is right against your skin now. He's moving it back and forth to cover as much as he can.
There is a different mode on this shower head. From this backwards angle, Jiraiya can now clearly see where the switch is. It'll take the ring of spread holes around the edge of the head to switching it to the more intense stream of water in the centre. Less rain and more fire hose. He hovers his thumb around the switch watching your face as it contorts in different expressions of pleasure.
Just in case, Jiraiya backs you up against the wall. It was more like hopping as he didn't release your leg. But it would be worth it to see how this would play out. He didn't want you to fall over and hurt yourself. Cracking your head open is the last thing you or him need. He gave you a quick kiss. You look at him with a furrowed brow. He simply grins before flicking it.
It stole your breath away for a moment. You hold onto him with mouth hung open. The harder stream of water was much more. He holds it against your entrance for some time, watching you cry and buck from the sensation. Then he went up pay attention to your clit again. Switching against the two proved the best strategy so neither got over stimulated. He leans back in to tease a few other things on your body. Sucking and biting your neck. He released your thigh to fondle a breast and sucking on that for a while.
There's a quiet squeak on the tile. Your toes curl against it causing the sound. Your nails dig into his shoulders. Your breathing gets quicker and quicker with excitement. Harder. Harder! You cry unintelligible nonsense as you rut against the shower head and your husband. He groans and nips a little too hard. The jolt of pain broke up the pleasure for just a moment. You don't last much longer. You go tense as you cum.
The shower head clatters against the tile. Jiraiya dropped it in favour of grabbing you. Your leg gave in. Yet his grace was not about him. He painfully grips and pulls your ass in a none graceful grab while his head butts the wall above your shoulder. You react and grab his head. With a lack of grip, you slide slowly down with him to the floor. The ridges of the tile and grout uncomfortably scraping against your back as you do so.
"Are you okay, honey?" You ask.
It's hard not to laugh at him. Jiraiya sat back, pouting. He rubs his forehead where he collided against the wall. There's a red mark and slight bump forming, but nothing serious. You sit up and kiss his forehead, comforting him like he was a baby. He occasionally likes to be coddled like that when in a sarcastic tone.
"Yeah I'll be okay." He huffs.
You coo at him and kiss the spot again. He raised his head so you had little choice than to kiss his lips. For a few moments you and him kiss. Reaching down to touch him reveals he's still in the mood. He smiles, forcing the kiss to break.
"You still want it, babe?" He asks.
"Of course I do." You answer as you walk your fingers up his chest like they were little legs.
"Then turn around and put your hands on the wall."
You lean your head back to look at him. A brow raised.
"Are you arresting me?"
He laughs. The sound of it echoing around the walls. He places his hands on the wall on either side of your face to block you in. He leans in and grins.
"Why? Have you been naughty~?"
"No more than you." You answer. You lean forward just enough to hover by his face. His lips perk with the expectation to be kissed again. Instead you flash your tongue out to lick his lip and nose. He flinches in surprise. Which was pretty cute. He's hard to surprise.
You flip over and take the position he wants. His hands travel up your sides as he hums. Now this is a sight that'll always turn him on. Looking you up and down as you are ready to have him put it in. Ass out and legs shifting in anticipation. The sight line from your back to your head was still lovely. Your scar doesn't do anything to put him off. You're gorgeous.
It's about time to get down to the best part. Watching you sit there with a need was enough but when your hand drops to touch yourself was extra motivation. While he enjoyed watching, it was time he joined in. He sits up on his knees. He makes a point to kiss your back, finding a groove to tease as he slides in. You groan at the familiar intrusion. That's good.
You stay put as Jiraiya moved his hips. It wasn't too fast or hard. It was steady as quickly found a pace you and him both like. His grunts are soft and deep in your ear. Those soft kisses to your back have stopped in favour to breathe. It's amazing how you manage to overwhelm him with how good it feels every single time.
You are eager to meet him half way. Pushing back and crying out. It feels so good to finally have the opportunity to really let loose and use your voice. It's always hard to think of what to say other than his name or saying the word yes like he's offering you all your favourite things.
It doesn't take long for you to take over. Riding him at the same pace he set. Using the wall to your advantage to help raise you up and fall down. Jiraiya curses under his breath. He leans forward again until his hand touches the wall. His fingers graze yours. He grips your hip with a squeeze that told you to keep going. He rests his head against your shoulder, breathing heavily and groaning your name.
"Oh.." You say softly before sitting up.
Leaning back to rest against him switched up the angle ever so slightly. It was still good. Somehow it felt deeper. He felt it too and his breath hitches for a moment. His hand grips yours tightly. His other hand rises slowly from your hip to flutter around your belly. Stroking and touching it to add a different sensation to your skin. One that was gentle and soothing that both suited the way you were fucking him but also seemed different. Perhaps it was because you are very aware of the spot, but his fingers tickle more around the bulge where your organs are more out of place. He's not a big fan of you having internal damage. He'll bring attention to it if just so you remember it as something that turned you on rather than put you off. It does move on eventually. Finding a place to massage your breast or pay delicate attention to your clit, switching between the two with an uncertainty of where his affections will be better placed. He does come to a compromise. Releasing your hand to grope your breast while the other rubs you off. His lips return to cover your neck in affection.
You reach up and behind to grab and hold some of his hair. His body is so hot against yours. Even when the now cold water of the unhinged shower head flies by in a rogue attack. Turning it off was far out of the way. You turn your face to meet his. Arching as far as you can in order to meet his lips with yours. As quick and as passionate as it was before do teeth and tongues get involved again. Breaking only to gasp and tense up.
You tend to freeze up. To counteract this Jiraiya is well practiced in taking over, prepared to finish this how it started as you teeter on the edge. Pushing you back against the wall and going faster to push you over until reaching the end. He's quick and eager to follow, whining your name against your ear as he pushes harder. Your body is uncomfortably squished between his body and the wall. For several long blissful moments it stays like that. The pleasure too good to want to ignore the restrictions in your breathing.
Once over, you are released. Jiraiya maneuvers himself to sit beside you against the wall. You slowly flip over to rest your back against it as well. For some time you and him simply breath until recovered. He makes the first sudden movement. Raising his hand up above him against the wall. He feels for the tap and switched it off. The white noise of the water falls quiet. Only drips and heavy breathing fills the air.
"Heh... Did I convince you?" He broke the quiet with a question.
"Convince me of what?" You ask.
"That I still find you attractive!"
"You say it like you're lying." You can't help but tease him.
"What! Babe, I didn't do all that just to get away with a lie. I can't get away with lying to you anyways."
"That's true. Only because you're a terrible liar."
He frowns at you. His lip stuck out in a childish pout. The only reason he can't lie to you is because you know him too well. You smile and confirm you are only joking. He has indeed proven himself that not only is he still attracted to you, but that he loves you. Not that you could ever doubt that. A man doesn't worry himself into sickness over a woman he doesn't care about. Nor would he go the extra mile and above to make sure you are okay. He even demanded Tsunade do your minor surgery, even though the threat of you dying from getting your organs netted back into place was so little. She has better things to do, which you pointed out and she only agreed to it after you said it. Alas your husband is stubborn. He didn't care. He wants the best for you.
Eventually you and him leave the bathroom. If just to get warm. The cold began to seep through the comfort of the warmth. The cold air was relentless in its need to invade and cool the water on your skin. Much like children, you and Jiraiya are content to wrap each other in towels and stay like that for hours. The other advantage of this temporary home was a kitchen and a fridge that had some supplies. So cooking mostly naked was a plus. For him mostly. You have to stick to fluids.
After a peaceful night, you awake in a bed tangled with Jiraiya and damp towels. He's all too happy to delay you a little. His arms wrapped around you as he flops back into bed with you ensnared. His laughter almost evil as he relished in your struggling. He did eventually let you go, but only after you poked him in the ribs. You dress and so did he. He still was rather distracted as he preferred to kiss you than put his shirt on properly.
The only way Tsunade would agree to do the surgery is if you agreed to an early appointment. You did and Jiraiya was content. He did drag his feet a little, mostly because he didn't like being away from you. The very early morning streets didn't have much for company. Some recognizable figures are there. Gai running laps with his students. Some of the marketplace owners setting up some of their stores. A few children who probably hadn't gone to bed yet. Exhausted looking ninja dragging themselves back into the village after an overnight assignment.
Jiraiya stuck to you until the very last moment. He couldn't be in the surgery room with you, but he stayed by you until he could no longer follow. The waiting room. Getting changed. Right up until you were called in to be wheeled away.
"Love you, I'll be here when you wake up." He bids you goodbye.
"Love you too. I look forward to it." You reply before hopping onto the bed.
Surgery isn't so scary, not when you know he's waiting for you. You look over the nurse wheeling you away to wave. He grins and waves back. You know he'll probably stay in the building, not wanting to stray far. There is a wave of calmness within you. Unafraid of your future as you get put under and hooked up to monitors.
Next you awake, you see that your man is true to his word. He's arguing quietly about something stupid with someone. His voice the first thing that registers in your consciousness.
"I think I know what flowers my wife likes!" Jiraiya hisses.
"Oh come on, I'm telling ya she always picks up these ones when we saw them in the wild!" Naruto argues.
"That's because they're wild flowers! They're free to pick!"
Opening your eyes and turning your head reveals the boys are standing in your hospital room. So lost in their argument they don't notice you are awake. They both have a bouquet in their hands. Your husband with your favourite and your godson with your second favourite. Attempting to move got their attention. You sit up just fine and they gasp.
They both cry your name and you suddenly have two very affectionate men on either side of you. Both of them find a place to cling on without hurting you. You roll your eyes a little as you raise your arms to rest on each of their backs. They are both naturally dramatic, but over dramatic when together. They act as if you have risen from a decade long coma. It's day surgery not a major operation. It is nice to know that you are so loved.
You give each boy a kiss on the cheek. For some time you and them stay in this weird cuddle huddle. The dull throb of your abdomen numbed when you hold them. It will heal and become another scar. Even so... it's not so bad. The scars that make you tell a story. No matter how they come about, they're always healed with love.