Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

When He Comforts You

Not smut just fluff and cuddles. He looks like the type to like cuddles.
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You aren't sure why, but you don't feel good. Anxious and upset the whole week. You didn't want to do much. Or leave the house. Just sitting about, feeling lonely and it feels weird. You put yourself together enough to make some tea. You stand in the kitchen, sipping your tea. The front door opens. From the small kitchen of the apartment, you could see the door.

"I'm home!" Jiraiya happily announced.

Your boyfriend of three years had just come back from another mission. He looked tired and a little disheveled. His body armour sporting new scuffs and the black uniform underneath had tears. He ran into some trouble. He's happy to be home! Away from all the stress of the less pretty parts of his job. He smiles happily at you, but it drops when he notices your mood.

"What's wrong?"

Whenever someone asks that question, you can't help it. You burst into tears and run to him. Jiraiya drops his bag and catches you. He's been gone for so long! You bury your face against the cold uncomfortable material of the armour the best you could.

"Are you okay?" He asks as he holds you close. You are much shorter than him, so he has to bend his neck down to give your head a kiss. You don't usually cry.

"I'm sorry!" You blubber. "You're probably tired and you just risked your life."

"That doesn't make how you feel invalid."

That only makes you bawl harder. You clutch at his back, crying. You just missed him so much. And being along with how you feel just brought it all forward. There's someone here to let it all out with. You feel several kisses on top of your head. He bends down a little and grabs the back of your thighs.

"Come on," Jiraiya encourages you in a gentle and loving voice.

You hold onto him as you wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you to the bedroom and drops you off in bed. He wipes away your tears and gives you a kiss. Your cheeks and nose are red. Your eyes are shiny and the tears still fell. You watch him take off his worn uniform. A happy sigh of relief as he took off the restricting layers. He changes into something more casual, T-shirt and sweats. He loves you, and wants to take care of you, but can't stand to be in his uniform for a long time. It's a little bloody and sweaty. Plus, it can't be comfortable to cuddle with him when he's in a hard layer of protection. He ain't about protection, unless it's emotional.... just kidding. He'd take a knife to the gut for you and wrap it before he tapped it if you asked. Hell, he'd do anything you asked if that made you happy. He sits beside you on the edge of the bed and kisses your heated forehead. He arranged the pillows behind you to keep you propped up. You sink into the comfortable pillow throne he made you. It was rather nice. He lays kiss on your cheek.

"I'll be right back." Jiraiya assures you.

Jiraiya leaves your side and gets a few things. He doesn't really like to leave you when you're distressed, but he can't let you deal with the side effects. He gets you water, an ice cold cloth, and sits back down. Almost childlike, you hold the glass of water between your hands and drink it. A surprised whine and flinch leaves you when he put the cold cloth to your face. He smiles and gently touches your tender and puffy under eyes. He could be very caring. Not that he was ever mean, but you usually are the one that emotionally supports him on the rare occasions he's upset.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You shrug. "I don't even really know why I'm upset. I just... am." Then you laugh quietly. "You must think I'm crazy."

"No," Jiraiya switches to your other eye, "you aren't crazy." He leans towards you and gives you a big kiss with a verbal 'mwah' noise. "Unless it's about me, right?"

Finally, you smile. He's really cute, ain't he? He had his own way to cheer you up. Realization hits Jiraiya and he leaves again. Quickly snapping his fingers as he recalls something he forgot. He heads to the bathroom and returns with a pill. He drops it into your hand.

"You must have a headache, right?" He asks.

Yeah. You did. Crying was such an inconvenience. It makes one tired and causes more pain. Now it feels like someone was knocking on your head with a hammer. You take the mild painkiller and finish your water. Jiraiya gently pushes you further into your pillow pile. The cold cloth was pressed against your forehead now. It relieves the pressure that had built in your head.

Jiraiya shifts around. Straddling your waist. He cups your face and runs his thumbs under your eyes. Then his fingers spread along your scalp. He massages your head slowly whilst being mindful of the cloth as to not bump it off. The feeling is good. Your eyes fall closed and he surprises you with another kiss. It really was relaxing. Having your attentive partner massage and comfort you. The love and affection curing and banishing your plights. You put your arms around his neck and hold him as you make out with him.

"Thank you." You whisper. "I love you."

"I love you too!" He says and squishes his nose against yours in a playful display of affection.

Some people say the just... know. Jiraiya never thought he'd feel that connection. The sudden realization. Looking you over, watching your stress melt because of him. The way you smile and tell him how you feel. He's not sure how you do it, but you're always beautiful no matter what. Even now.... still as pretty as the day he met you. He should marry you. He's been with you long enough and any relationship hurdles that came up you jumped them with him. It's nice that life threw him a bone for once. In a world without you, he'd be doing what? Running around chasing skirts no doubt. It would be a less happy existence. He kisses down your neck and to your collarbone. He'll ask later. When you aren't distressed and when he ain't tired. This sort of thing requires a lot of attention to be perfect. He won't settle for less.

Eventually, Jiraiya sinks down. His head resting on your stomach. His hands stay tangled in your hair, but stop moving. His breathing got deeper. He just got back from doing god knows what out in the wilds of the world. He's tired and dirty. But he still took the time to make you feel better. You pet his head and twirl a section of his hair around your finger. He's asleep within minutes. His cheek pressed firmly against your belly as he snores ever so softly. Why not join him? A power nap sounds good.

You manage to scoot down without Jiraiya complaining too much. He groans and puts his arms around you to keep you from moving anymore. Of course, his head lands on your boobs and he knows it. A sleepy chuckle emanating from him as he nuzzles into them. Classic Jiraiya. You shake your head lightly at his antics and put one hand on his back while your other slides into his hair. With a secure grip on him, you comfortably fall asleep.