Warning! Rape. Blood. Injury. Forcibly bound. Underaged.

This is an au where Jiraiya is basically a sleeper agent for the Akatsuki. He's angry and corrupted and ends up becoming obsessed with reader.

Things begin to become clear as you wake up. There's an ache on your head where you were struck. Your arms are tied above you. Your wrists are together and wrapped in rope up to your second joints to your fingers. The purpose of such excessive use of rope is to stop you from forming any seals without breaking your fingers. You're blindfolded. You can't see anything.

You start to shift, pulling on whatever is holding your wrists. The bonds tug and bite into your flesh. It's quite painful. The surface under you is soft. Like sheets. You're on a bed on your back. You can feel the softness from toe to head. The air is chilly and damp around your body. Nothing is supporting your chest.

You're naked.

That realization only heightened your fear. Without your eyes the unknowns around you take longer to process. You yank on the post holding your hands hostage. You feel it with your fingers. It's metal. The bed frame must be iron or something. You won't be able to break it with your strength alone.

A hand touches your leg. A hand you know. You know it so well. You freeze.

"J... Jiraiya?" You ask in a small voice.

"Of course it's me." He replied calmly. "And it's only us here."

That's far from comforting. All that transpired before you were knocked out runs through your mind again. You screamed and begged. You fought Jiraiya's hold on you. All you could do is watch as men dressed in those all telling black cloaks with red clouds closed in and overwhelmed Naruto. You yank your leg away from Jiraiya's hand, disgusted by his touch. He only laughs. A quiet amused laugh. Like one would do to a foolish child.

"Filthy traitor!" You growl. "Don't touch me!"

"Or what? You can't escape from me. Even if you manage to get out of your bonds, I'm faster than you."

His words are frustrating. They're true. The chance of actually slipping out of these bonds are very slim. You can't even tell what they're made out of. They feel like cord, but it's also too hard to be made of any fabric. Is it metal? Did he think that far ahead to bind you with woven steel? Your wrists are already aching from the way they rub.

"I'm stronger too."

You wince as his hot breath washes over your face. Without your eyes it's all a nasty surprise. You can almost feel his lips close to yours. Jiraiya grips your inner thigh. You clamp your legs but it doesn't matter. He pulls you towards him until your outer thigh is touching what feels like his thigh. He's still wearing pants.

"W-Why?" You ask. "What do you want with me?"

"I figured it was pretty obvious. You belong to me now."

"I do not!"

He snorts in a mocking amusement. It's belittling. It's so opposite to how he treated you before. He's no longer tender and sweet. His touch is disgusting now. Having his hand on you no longer was thrilling. It feels like a looming threat.

It probably should have felt like that in the first place. You are a foolish child. He was a manipulative bastard who charmed you. Touched you. Groomed you.

"You just aren't seeing it my way, doll. You ought to be grateful." Jiraiya said in a patronizing manner. "You finally get me all to yourself. Isn't that what you wanted?"

"No!" You yell. You wiggle and and writhe against your prison. "Not like this! Where's my brother?! What did you do to him?!"

"Probably about halfway done being ripped from that demon."

"You're lying! Nothing like that can be done."

"Actually it can. Unfortunately it comes at the hefty tag of killing the host the tailed beast is attached to."

You freeze. Naruto... dying. He's dying? He can't be! He's so... precious. So full of life. Invincible to things like this.

A squeeze to your leg does little to comfort you. It only reminds you of the person who did all of this. Jiraiya. The world's greatest liar. His silver tongue told you and Naruto so many things. Each thing believed immediately as if it were gospel.

"You have no one in this world but me now. Isn't that great?"

You turn your head away from him. The thought of being alone is crushing. Being alone with only Jiraiya to keep you company holds the excruciating weight of a building on your chest.

"You're lying. That's all you ever do. You lie." You whisper, the lump in your throat was preventing you to speak any louder.

"Really? Did I actually ever say a single lie to you?" Jiraiya rebuts your statement. His hand managed to rub back and forth on your thigh despite your tight clamp. "I said you would be great with me. I helped you in every way I could. Surely you remember that."

Your gut twists, like a knife was stabbed into your intestines and twirled around deep in the wound. Memories of this man being so sweet to you invades your mind. How he boosted your confidence during that awkward transition into becoming an adult. Jiraiya was the only other adult around. It seems he was the only one that saw your potential for battle. He believed in you.

You've been told many times the same thing. Book smart, street dumb. While you were clever and cunning about how battle worked and knew it all on paper, you couldn't apply it that well in real life. Which was the opposite of your little brother, who was street smart but not that good at applying himself with academics. You and him attempted to swap skills and learn from one another. You cared about his studies. He couldn't become a splendid ninja if he didn't apply himself. And you... you couldn't be all that splendid if you didn't train. But no one seemed to know how to train you. They didn't want to bother. You could barely block projectiles flying at you and froze up whenever your sparring partner came at you. You didn't have the guts.

You were lined up to be something more of an academic. You were to stay in a secure building with other smart people. You'd study strategy and read about your people's enemies to come up with new strategies. These plans are sometimes tested with mock battles. That was the best part of the job. Going out and actually seeing the battle. Having a say. Making a real difference... at a safe distance. You still couldn't handle being too close to it all. Doing so would make you a burden. It was still doing something other than reading so many past battles and old maneuvers that your eyes would burn. It was motivating. Maybe you could at least hold your own if you were deployed. The Hokage didn't want to since if your hiding space was found out on a mission you could be easily slaughtered.

People could hardly believe you were related to Naruto. You seemed to have inherited your father's brilliance and your mother's face. Or so they say. They died when you were barely two. You don't remember them. You were raised by no one. You only had your little brother. You always did what you were told for the sake of your brother, who was for reasons you didn't know for so long a social outcast. You behaved so he would be spared some of the ridicule of the adults that hated him.

Maybe that's what made Jiraiya so alluring. You met him at a strange time in your life. Almost fifteen and fighting down the urge to rebel and that need for freedom is growing. For Naruto's sake you will always behave. Yet Jiraiya didn't tell you what to do. He didn't really care. He was nice to your brother. He told you that you could do great things if you really had the motivation to, including being a full fledged ninja. He said that a pretty face like yours is wasted in that stuffy old building for no one to enjoy. You became... smitten.

It's not odd is it? For a young girl to find her awakening in a certain man. Jiraiya was everything you wanted to be. Smart. Strong. Confident. Free. He wasn't bad to look at either. Tall. Manly. With a cute smile that had an endearing trustworthy feel to it. He had a quality to him that made him approachable. Mostly it was his eyes that did that. They were always kind. He cared about you. When you asked if he'd take you as a student as well, you were flustered and excited that he agreed.

Perhaps most girls find other boys their age attractive. But no boys your age were all that interesting. And when you were isolated with only Jiraiya and Naruto as company, there was only one choice that felt appropriate to fantasize about. You did things to get him to touch you in any way. You'd trip so he'd catch you. Handle a weapon wrong so he'd correct you. Mess up the seals so he'd hold your hands for a moment or two. At night you'd struggle to sleep as you thought about him. His warm hands on your body. His lips by your ear uttering your name with a breathless need. His body pressed against yours. The kind of things any girl would dream about their crush doing to them.

But he was no fool. He knew the whole time, didn't he? He just ignored it. Until he finally found the perfect opportunity to strike.

"I was attracted to you the moment I saw you." Jiraiya said with a fond sigh. Despite your tight clench on your legs he managed to wiggle his hand closer to your pelvis. "You're so pretty. All you needed was a little training."

Goosebumps break out on your skin. He's talking about what he did to you like he was simply showing you an attack. The reality is that you fell for his charms. He pretended to be reluctant. He only gently told you no one or two times. It left you sad and frustrated. You only pushed harder for his affections.

Then before you knew it he was crawled into your bed at night, clasping his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet while his other hand fingered you. He groaned in your ear things you wanted to hear. You undressed for him. You touched him however he asked you to. He told you to always come to him if you ever needed help with any of your desires. He was yours to experiment with. Maybe something should have stuck out to you as weird or wrong but it didn't. You believed everything he said. This is just what masters and students do.

"What about Konoha? Don't you care about what you did?" Your voice chokes as you can barely speak above the lump that had formed. "You sentenced them all to a terrible fate..."

"A necessary step for a better future." Jiraiya replies calmly. He was confident in his choice. Not an ounce of regret is there. "You aren't thinking of the bigger picture here. I thought a girl as bright as you would get it. Aren't you tired of a world of conflict?"

"Forcing everyone to get along through fear isn't the answer!"

"Isn't that how all peace is formed? You just have to see it to understand it."

You cry out when his fingers violate you. They manage to rub and stroke in the way you like. It's more painful with so much friction. Pain sears into your hands as you yank on the bonds. It's clear what he wants. He has one goal in mind. He'll take it from you whether you want to or not.

You're still a virgin. Even after these two years of him touching and looking, he's never gone all the way with you. He claimed he didn't want to do that with Naruto around. You thought he meant as in the same room. It's apparent that Jiraiya was valuing this act as his final prize. He made sex sound so romantic. It's supposed to mean something. Especially for a special girl like you.

"Stop fighting it. Relax and enjoy yourself." He spoke softly.

His finger stroked over your clit, attaching the bundle of sensitive nerves in back and forth motions. It feels good in the worst way. This isn't the circumstances you imagined your first time going. Jiraiya was saving it for exactly this moment. He wants to celebrate his victory by officially ruining his students. He sentenced your dear brother to death by handing him over to the very enemy he promised to protect Naruto from. As for you? He's going to keep you as his toy.

"D-Do you even care about me?" You find yourself asking. The despair of your situation was beginning to sink in. You feel lonely and afraid. Being at his mercy is scary, especially if he only wants you for your body.

"Of course I do. I love you." He replied. You are taken by surprise with a kiss. It was short and you hardly responded. "I want to share the new world with you. We'll start a beautiful family in a world that knows no pain. No fear. No fighting. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"

Each word that leaves his mouth leaves a bitter vile taste in your mouth. He's insane. He must be. To come to such a conclusion... Just what went on in his head? Does he hate war that much he found it logical to side with the enemy? An enemy that is murdering innocent people. Enemies that take whatever they want to achieve a twisted goal. They seem to be the very antithesis of what Jiraiya stood for... or at least what you thought he stood for.

This isn't the Jiraiya you left Konoha with. The one that had loved and accepted Naruto. The one that promised you he'd never hurt you. The one that bought you and Naruto ice cream every day. The one with the most charming of laughs and the wisest words. A man that seemed to know what he wanted and wished to pass on such kind wisdom to his pupils.

It can't be the same man above you now.

This Jiraiya is dark. Evil. Corrupted and cold. If this was the real Jiraiya... You don't wish to know him. You wish you never met him. He's horrible. He's truly mad and twisted to participate in such a horrible plot.

"No... That doesn't sound wonderful." You say. You yank harder on your solid bonds. They don't budge. "I hate you! Take me to my brother!"

"You just have to see it, that's all!" He says confidently. His nose rubs against yours. "I know you love me too. We're going to celebrate as a couple!"

"No!"

Jiraiya doesn't say anything more. He forced another kiss on you. It's suffocating. The air itself feels like it's too hot to inhale with him so close. You fight him the best you can. You yank on the cuffs. You scream. You don't even know what you just do. You kick and writhe. It only slowed him down.

He forced your legs to part, digging his fingertips deep into your inner thighs in order to do so. It was painful as you tried to push back. No matter what you did he was winning. He's stronger than you.

"Stop it! Please stop!" You become desperate as he opens your legs.

"Shhh, doll. You're going to love this part." Jiraiya hushed you. He massages his thumbs into your tense muscles. "It might hurt a little at first but you're going to learn to enjoy it."

"N... No!" You whimper.

His fingers left your legs. You remain tense and still. There's a soft sound in the room. The sound of clothing sliding over skin. The bed shifts. You can almost see Jiraiya kick his bottom layers off behind him. The next time you feel his leg touch yours, you gasp in a shaky breath. His naked now too.

Your fear is growing. Jiraiya is completely serious about this. It didn't matter what you said or did. In his mind you belong to him. You're his to do whatever he wishes with. He's going to rape you.

That stone cold fact feels like you swallowed rocks. They sit heavy in your belly. There's no way out. No where to go. You inhale another shaky breath. You can't escape. There's no way to get away. No one is going to burst into the room and drag him away. A part of this almost feels like a twisted nightmare. Or someone is impersonating this sweet man into a monster in order to make you fear him. The real Jiraiya may just burst in at the very last second and pull this person off of you.

Jiraiya is over top of you now. You can feel the looming weight of his body above you. His lips press against yours again. It's gentle. It's deceptive. You know that whatever he does to you will not be gentle.

It is him isn't it? There is no trick here.

Jiraiya is cruel. He always was.

His hands began to move first. One rested on your ass and pushed you up. Something warm poked against you for a moment. Then it pokes again.

You whimper. You whine. Any noise you make is muffled as he holds the kiss. Even when you aren't kissing him back and just making fearful noises he keeps his lips against yours. The tip of his cock kisses your entrance.

"Don't scream." He murmurs.

Your mouth opens. You couldn't scream if you wanted to. You can't even breathe. Jiraiya holds you still as he sinks down. Each inch burned. It didn't feel good. It hurts. Your legs shake and writhe. Your arms twitch. You can feel your tears. They're gathering and soaking into the fabric. It feels like it's tearing through you. It feels like he's breaching into places he's not supposed to reach.

"Oh..." Jiraiya was breathless. He pushed his hips against you harder. "You feel so good! Better than I expected."

You had no words to reply with. You feel sick. You don't like this. Jiraiya is hurting you. He's happy to do so. His hands rest on your hips. He rubs his thumbs along the bones in your hips. He's breathing heavily and with a clear enjoyment. You can almost see his pleasured smile as he looks down at you. Without a doubt he's in heaven.

Gentle kisses are laid on your jaw and neck. His hair is tickling your skin. Eventually those kisses went down to your collarbone. It it still nauseating. The kisses you once craved now feel like hot branding on your skin. The tears have saturated your blindfold and are now flowing down your cheeks.

"Y... Y-Y..." You can't control your jaw. All of you is trembling. "Y-You're hu.. hurt-ting me!"

"It won't hurt for long." Jiraiya's words do little to comfort you. "Relax. It will feel better once you do."

You shake your head. Whines and gasps of pain fill the air. You can't silence yourself from doing it. Each movement hurts. Each push and pull of his hips. It's slow. Slow enough to count all the seconds of the intervals.

There's nothing about this that feels good. Jiraiya is breathing heavily. His breath is still washing over your face. The smell of it is being ingrained into your head. It's that ashy smoke smell you don't like. It's the aftermath of his habit of smoking. It was interesting to watch at first. The way he put his lips around the long stemmed pipe and inhaled. The plume of smoke that followed. It calmed him down. That smell lingered on him. That was the only part you didn't like. It was like kissing the ashes itself. He had a smoke just before those people attacked. His eyes cold and focused on the road ahead from his perch on a mossy boulder as his bad habit kept him steady.

Jiraiya's odd behaviour should have tipped you off. He was distant right before the attack. Before that he was more erratic and less careful about your relationship with him. He was becoming more aggressive with you. Pushing you against walls and forcing you into kisses that stole your breath. He pinned your wrists together above your head and his other hand explored to his heart's content. You ate it up at the time, figuring he was getting frustrated with waiting.

He was. He was fed up. But his frustrations weren't with sneaking around Naruto, it was anticipation for the events were to come. You should've known. You should've done something. But you didn't do anything. You just watched. That ashy smell all around you as Jiraiya held you hostage in his arms, forcing you to watch as Naruto was pierced with several rods like a morbid pincushion.

"A-Ah!" You cry out as he sped up.

It feels like you're being shredded up. You pull on your bonds even if it does hurt. With each pull you can feel your skin tearing. Harder. Deeper. The metal burrows into your skin. From wrists up to your fingers. You claw at the length binding your wrists to the bed. Wetness began to fall down your arms. You're bleeding.

Above you the noises coming from Jiraiya is all too telling. He's having a great time. Moaning and gasping with each thrust. He's still rock hard and fucking you with vigour. You whimper when he groans your name. The blindfold is a blessing at this point. You don't have to watch him. He paused.

For a moment you hope he's finished. Please be finished. Come to sense and realize how this is hurting you! The most you can do is whimper in the wake of his stillness.

The point of your bonds being set up how they are become clear as Jiraiya flipped you over with ease. He pushed on your legs until you were kneeling and raised up. All your joints feel too tense and stiff to disobey however he wished to position you. They lock after being set into his preferred preferences.

He resumed the quicker pace he adopted. It somehow felt worse. Heat pooled in your sex as he continued to abuse it. The noises were somehow more acute in your ears. Wet. Squishy. Lewd. His hips are colliding against your ass. Each hit felt like it was jabbing into your spine and rattling your bones to the marrow.

Jiraiya released his left hand's iron grip on your hip. He began to move it slowly. It feels like hot coals are being dragged across your skin. As he got closer to your crotch his intentions became clear.

You could barely let out a squeak as he tried to arouse you again. His first two fingers are attempting to jerk you off. But the friction is still more hurtful than helpful. Your clit wasn't being stimulated in a way you enjoy. It just drove home the point that he's hurting you. He didn't care what you wanted.

"Come on, doll! You'd feel so much better if you gave in!" Jiraiya was close to begging.

His words are poison. That nickname never felt so degrading now. The other times you ignored it. Now it's just echoing in your head as he does this terrible act to you. His special nickname for you.

You once loved it. He said you were as pretty as a doll. He called you that when you first met him. Your brother didn't like it, but it was flattering hearing an older man like Jiraiya regard you as something that's often considered an unobtainable beauty. You felt special. He called you that when he trained you. He called you that when he ruffled your hair and praised you for your efforts. He called you that when he shoved his fingers in your mouth while his other hand touched you like he is now. Only then it felt better.

Jiraiya rests his head against your back. He's breathing heavily. His nails scratch against your skin. He presses his finger hard against your clit. He whines as he pushes his hips in again.

"I love you!" He declares. "Why don't you give in?! Admit you feel the same!"

He's getting desperate and angry. He gave up on his attempt to stimulate you. He grabbed your leg and turned you halfway. You are on your side. You keep your face burrowed into the pillow, sobbing into it. Even with the blindfold on you don't want to face him. He goes harder. Faster. Your body is rocking hard against the bed, which is creaking with the motions.

"Say it!" He demands.

You shake your head and hide as much as you can. No. You don't want to. You don't feel that way. You never will. Jiraiya is driving his cock hard inside of you, feeling like he's burrowing painfully into places he doesn't belong. Your refusal to participate only seemed to goad him on to abuse you harder.

"Tell me you love me!"

His voice rings in your ears. His mouth is right beside your head. Pain stings your hip as he digs his fingernails as deep as possible into your skin. Your bone in that place feels like it might crack. His pace broke up. It became sloppy as he made grotesque noises of lust.

You bite down hard on the pillow. Your cry is muffled. The sensation is like a wash of heat flooding inside of you.

It fell deathly silent in the room. Jiraiya is panting heavily right beside your head. His stiff member is softening. He pulled out of you and that feeling of a sickly heat is reinforced. It's so gross. It's trailing out of you. Dirty...

You feel dirty.

What had been done to you feels filthy. No matter what you do... you'll never be clean. You'll never be rid of this. Nausea washes over you from a mix of both mental and physical trauma. Thinking too hard about it only worsened the feeling. Darkness began to crawl in around your senses as your body wants to shut down after enduring this horrible experience.

You jump when Jiraiya touched you again. He forced you onto your back. You don't really fight. You can't. All you can do is shiver in fear. What is he going to do to you now? A soft kiss is pressed against your quivering lips.

Why isn't he angry? He seemed to be right before he came. He's caressing your face with a tenderness. Soon his fingers move up. They hook around the fabric of the blindfold and he pulls it off.

"Look at me, doll."

You do as he says. You open your eyes slowly, fearfully looking at your captor. It took a moment for your eyes to focus. Fresh tears kept falling out of your eyes and trailing unobstructed down the sides of your face.

You stare at Jiraiya. His face the only thing in your view. You expected to see a monster. Something twisted and demonic looking over you with malice. Instead you're faced with the same old Jiraiya. This is still the same man that bought you ice cream and believed you could do something impactful with your life. He just... looks the same. He's not twisted or warped. It's not an imposter nor is it a monster. It's just Jiraiya. This man just raped you. He did something despicable and he doesn't regret it.

His smile that once put you at ease now felt cruel and unfamiliar. He sinks down until he's resting on top of you. His head on your belly, body laying over yours at this lower angle. He's looking up at you like you're an icon to be worshipped.

"It's okay. I won't hurt you." Jiraiya promises. His fingers which had just finished breaking the skin on your hips are now gently caressing your cheek. "I can't begin to tell you how happy I am that you belong to me. I finally get what I want."

You stare blankly at him. You don't know what to say to him. His smile turns sinister. His eyes, which were always calm and collected turn unhinged and wild.

"Do you know how hard it is to live a life sacrificing so much? No one is even thankful for what I've done for them." He continued bitterly. Some of his motivations become clear with his chatter. His eyes casted away for a moment and when they returned to you they returned to the affectionate admiration of you. "But you... you were thankful. I know you must love me. Just wait and see..."

Your eyes grow heavy. You don't even want to think about what he just said. Thankful?... Sacrifice?...

You passed out. It wasn't for long. You are awoken an unknown amount of time later, with Jiraiya over top of you again wanting more. With one hand he held your thigh and his other hand focused on trying to get you aroused. He flashed a delusional grin at you.

"Tell me you love me." He demands. "I'm the only person in this world who loves you."

You whimper as the pain returns. You won't ever return his love. He's a monster. He may not look like one but he is one.

Time went on.

You live on as Jiraiya's prisoner. He feeds you even though you don't want it. He drags you to the bathroom with your hands still tied so you can do your business without any means to hurt him. It's humiliating. His violating hands are your only option to get cleaned. He threw you into the shower and let days worth of sweat, blood and various body fluids wash off of you. Then you get chained back to the bed where he has his way with you whenever he wishes, begging you the whole time to admit that you love him.

You don't know how long you were there. Laying on your back, belly, side. Turned and positioned anyway your captor wished to use you. Your resolve was slowly wearing down. It began to feel good sometimes. It felt like days but it could have been longer... Time... blurs in that room.

"I got something to show you, doll." Jiraiya purred at you one day.

He unhooked you from the bed. To preserve whatever dignity you had left, he draped you in the same dark cloak that means so many things. It doesn't feel comfortable. After so many days... hours... seconds without clothes you didn't like having this gross piece of clothing all over you. Being dressed in the black cloak felt like you were betraying your village. The fact that this particular cloak belongs to Jiraiya felt even more like salt in the wound. You don't really fight him. He holds you by your aching bleeding wrists and tugs you along. He took you outside.

The smell of rain and the patter of it on your skin wasn't refreshing as it usually is. You don't have shoes on. You have... no desire to run. You can't escape even if you do. Jiraiya is faster than you. He's proven that he'll go to great means to have you. Any people you pass by don't even pay you a glance. They don't care. Your captor keeps pulling you along. Eventually Jiraiya leads you away from crowds into a grim looking building. It's silent and isolated. This is it, isn't it? He's going to kill you.

You fall to you knees when he let you go. You don't have the strength to hold yourself up. The dirty dusty ground is cold against your skin. He kneeled down beside you. To your surprise he began to undo the cord around your hands. The relief stings. It aches. The pain is awful. Old caked blood and the edges of your wounds tug and hold onto the cord. When it breaks fresh blood and new wounds bleed.

"Aw... that looks painful." Jiraiya whispers.

The tenderness of his next actions feel like a mockery. He raises your hand and placed a kiss on it. You cringe as he licked it next. It feels far too wet. Seeing his tongue and lips stained with your blood sent shivers down your spine. He looks more like a monster when he does things like that.

There's a dull thunk against the ground. Like a sack of flour was dropped from a high place. You look around fearfully. That tall intimidating cold hearted man that had taken your brother down suddenly appeared in front of you only a few feet away. He stared at you with a lack of emotion. He kicked his foot, drawing your gaze down to what it was he was kicking towards you.

You whimpered your brother's name. There he is... Naruto. Clothing ruined and full of holes from where he was stabbed. The wounds are still open and dark. His skin grey. Eyes open but a little. The once bright sky blue eyes are... dead. Cold. You crawl towards him and grab onto him. You shake him. You beg him to wake up. He can't be dead! This had to be a joke!

"Please... Naruto please!" You beg.

New tears fall down your face. You shake him. You sink down and bury your face into Naruto's chest. Your little brother. Your dear sweet little brother. The one that gave you value in your life. The one that told you he'd always protect you. His bright smile... gone. His laugh and joy... gone. The light in your life... is dead.

Naruto is dead.

You don't know how long you cried for. They let you sob your eyes out. You weren't torn away from him. These two cruel horrible men just watched you be in pain as you sob over the only family you ever knew. Your brother. Your poor sweet brother!

Arms wrap around you. Lips press against your ear. It's the warm deadly embrace of your captor. It's beginning to feel comfortable to have him close...

"It's only you and me, doll." Jiraiya murmured. "I'm the only person in this world that loves you."

You turn around and hold onto him. You feel alone. The last person you thought you would outlive is gone. It felt as if the sun had been snuffed out of the sky. It's cold and dark without Naruto.

The last person alive who cares about you is hurting you. But he's the only one who loves you in this world. His arms hold you tightly against him. His body pressing against yours feels strange but familiar. It feels like how it did before all of this... He loves you.

Jiraiya picked you up. You lay limp in his arms. All of your family is dead. The person you loved the most is gone. There's only Jiraiya. That's all you have left. You don't want to be alone. This void in your heart is cold.

Jiraiya does love you... That's all you want. You don't want to be alone. Maybe how he loves you is just how love is. If that's the case...

You stopped resisting.

As time passes by a very plain fact became clear. No one is coming for you. Your bother was worth saving... but you aren't. You aren't all that unique. There are twenty clever ninja that can take your position. But...

Jiraiya cares.

He loves you. You're special and worth something to him. Only him... just him.

Maybe you love him too. In a world so cold... he's warmth.

Jiraiya didn't tie you up again. He even treated your wounds. Every loving kiss to your bandaged hands melted your heart. It feels nice. It's nice to be loved.

You held onto him, gasping as you feel an overwhelming sense of pleasure. It no longer hurts. You beg him to take the pain away. To dull your loneliness and make you feel like how he did when your love for him was hidden. You feel alive when he's with you. You have no one else. You want no one else.

Jiraiya must have noticed the change in your demeanour. He's much more tender with you. He caresses your face and leans in close so that his lips are a hairline away from yours. You can feel the very tips of his lips grazing yours.

"Do you love me?" Jiraiya whispers.

"Y-Yes!" You stammer. You hold onto him tighter. "I love you!"

He moaned your name and thrusted faster. He caught your lips in a kiss. You hold onto the sides of his face and indulge in the messy kiss. Your toes curl as he digs into places that feel so good. You stammer his name as he touches you in ways that send you over the edge.

Time goes on.

It's hard to remember things. Your life is this room. This bed. Jiraiya. That's all there is. Sometimes he leaves for a while. When he returns he's worked up and eager to have you. It's a thrill to see him. Sometimes he returns injured and you worry. But he promises you one thing. The plan is on track for the new world. Nothing is stopping the progression. Each nation is slowly falling. Even if they resist and win a few rounds, it's a victory that doesn't last long.

"Only a few more remain. Within time, we'll live in a peaceful world to have our family in." He always promises you.

In turn you always smile. That idea has begun to grow on you. A family with the man you love sounds wonderful. Especially if your children get to grow up in a utopia.

Do you really care how the world gets changed?

No. All you need is Jiraiya. The world can burn so long as you have him. It's simply time for a different way of life to come about. The world he's helping create is still one where he loves you unconditionally. What more could a girl ask for?

You sit in his lap, mewling and begging Jiraiya to give you attention. He's gotten a writing desk in the room now and has taken up his old hobby again. He's mostly ignoring you. Only giving you the occasional kiss before continuing to write things down. His free hand his groping and squeezing your butt. He shifts his hips and grunts quietly, eluding to the fact that you are arousing him. He drops his pen in favour of touching you.

"I can't resist you for long." He sighs. He pushes back your hair and smiles. "You're so gorgeous... and it's all mine."

"All yours." You agree. "I love you."

"I love you too, doll."

It feels good to hear him call you that. His sweet little nickname for you. You kiss him again, relishing in the familiar taste of smoke on his tongue. His hands are gentle on your skin as they stroke softly along your thighs.

"Turn around."

You do as he says. You sit the same way he is on his lap and sigh as you get comfortable. Jiraiya began to kiss your neck and grope your breasts. You shut your eyes as he makes out with your neck. It feels good to be loved. You raise your hand and place it in his hair.

"That feels so nice..." You purr. Your other hand strokes along your belly as you contemplate touching more. "You make me feel so good!"

"I'm happy to hear that. I can't even begin to tell you how good you make me feel." Jiraiya replied quietly.

You open your eyes, trying to look at your lover. He's tucked too snuggly into your neck. He loves biting and sucking on the sensitive spots on your neck. It sends tingles up your spine. You lean forward, placing your hands on the desk for support. Jiraiya needs some room to prepare. Your eyes scan along the papers curiously.

"Strategy." You mutter.

"Yep. I guess it's okay if you know." Jiraiya said. He grabbed your hip and guided you back down. "One of my roles is helping with some of the strategies when facing certain groups. I've got the most experience fighting different groups."

"C-C! Ah!" You cry out instead of speaking. Your body greets the intrusion of his stiff cock inside of you with an eagerness. You sit back down with legs spread and straddling his lap. "C-Can I help?"

"You want to help me? I thought you hated this stuff."

You wiggle your hips, rocking yourself up and down. Even that little movement is sending your body into a frenzy. Jiraiya held your hips, not really guiding you but simply holding you. Even this little touch was amazing. You lean against him fully, slumped against his front. You reach your hands up and grip his hair.

"I don't like this stuff." You confirm in a much steadier voice. "But if it will help you, then I'll do it!"

"Oh doll... That's sweet of you to offer." Jiraiya groaned. "But I'd never make you do something you hate."

"I'd do it for you! Only for you!" You began to yell as you ride him hard.

It feels unbelievable. The length of it sliding in and out of you is sending you on a high that you never want to come down from. He feels so good! Your willingness to help him only seems to turn him on more. Your breath his stolen from you when he forced you up. You braced against the desk and held on. He held onto your hips and held you in place as he pounds you.

"You! Just for you Jiraiya!" You continue to cry out in hopes he'd keep going this hard.

It works. Your screams of passion began to echo around the building. His hips are thrusting quick and hard, each hit sending tingles of excitement up your spine. Jiraiya released one of his hands from your hip and opts to grip your hair. He pins you against the desk, manipulating your head so the side of it is pressed against it other than suffocating you with your head face down.

Each moment was bliss! If only you could last hours. Your body began to go stiff. It's so good when he gets dominating like this! Tears well in your eyes as you have no other way to express how good it feels. Your whole body is trembling.

"Are you close, doll?" Jiraiya asks. His voice is husky with arousal. When sounds like that it drives you crazy.

"Yes!"

"Me too! You feel so good!"

He flips you over and forced your legs up to rest on his shoulders. He closed the distance, squishing you delightfully in this new position. You wrap your arms around him and fall deep into the kiss. Your moans and cries are muffled as he plays with your tongue with his. His hands rest on your tits again, playing with them as he fucks you.

Jiraiya knows exactly what to do to make it better. How lucky are you to have such a wonderful man all to yourself? Your body goes stiff. You dig your fingers into his shoulders. He sucks in a breath and the kiss breaks as he gasps. He nips your bottom lip before sitting up again. He gasps in a bigger refreshing breath as the cool air is easier to breath when not suffocated by your intoxicating kisses.

"J-Jiraiya~!" You wail his name.

He returns the sentiments, crying your name as he finishes. You are sent over the edge. It lasts for several moments as your body loves and holds onto it for as long as possible. Your lover sinks down back in his seat.

Once your trembling limbs aren't so trembly anymore, you crawl off of the desk and return to sitting on his lap. The feeling of being so close to him, skin against skin, is so good. It's warm and comfortable. You drape your heavy arms around him and rest your head on his shoulder.

"I love you so much." You whisper.

"I love you too." Jiraiya replies. He holds you tightly against him, pressing a kiss to your head. "If you really want to help, I would appreciate it. You're so clever when it comes to strategy."

"Of course, my love. I would love to help you." Excitement rises in you. You can be useful to him! "It's for a better future. A peaceful world... for our family."

"Yeah, for our family."

You smile as he gives you a squeeze. Life is almost perfect. You have the only person you need. The only one that matters. Soon the world shall be perfect. You sigh as you play with Jiraiya's hair. He gives your thigh another loving squeeze. He's so amazing. You love him a bit more everyday. Soon.

Soon it will all be perfect.