Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

A Bad Day

Not so smutty just more comfort. But this time you comfort him.
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It's been a few hours now. You had gotten up and went about the normal morning routine. Jiraiya stayed in bed. Not sleeping either. He just rolled over and curled up. The covers hiding most of his face as he pretended to go back to bed. He didn't want to get up. You made breakfast and he still didn't come out. Okay... something was wrong. You set a coffee made up how he likes on the nightstand beside him. He barely breathed a word of thanks before falling silent.

You gently tug the blanket away from Jiraiya's face and offer him a worried, but loving smile. You play with his hair and pull it away from his face. He's upset about something. You just don't know what. His eyes stare ahead, a little vacant and lost. Like he was lost in thought. Sad thoughts, from the look of it.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You ask.

He shakes his head. He sits up with a reluctant sigh. You put the coffee in his hands. He looks at it and tilts it around. The coffee just barely touching the rim. He gets like this sometimes. Usually when it was the anniversary of something. Whose death was it this time? He rarely talks about these things. It's healthy to mourn, but unhealthy to dwell on it by himself. To keep it all in like that. He could benefit from a good cry.

"You don't have to hide how you feel. Not around me." You use similar words he had spoken to you once before.

Jiraiya grips the mug tighter. Has anyone ever told him that? Emotions are hard. Hard to feel and even harder to express. Especially in a world where he was raised to hold it all in. Boys don't cry. Neither do men. They simply hide how it hurts. Or else be considered fragile and weak. He doesn't glance up at you. Just stares at his coffee harshly. His lips drawn in a tight line. You kiss his forehead and keep your face near his. You touch his face, holding it and stroking along his cheek with your thumb. You kiss his lips. To which he barely returns.

"I just want to help, Jiraiya." You speak quietly.

A shaky breath leaves him. Jiraiya looks up at you. He leans forward and presses his face against your shoulder. His breathing quickens and one of his hands grabs the sleeve of your sweater. It's not quite crying. But he's working up the nerve to. To bare that kind of weakness to someone he loves. It's just... hard. You put a hand on his back. You rest your head against his. After several long seconds of hard breathing, you feel it. Something warm and wet falling on your shoulder. A drop that saturated a spot on your clothing.

"I'm sorry." Jiraiya was so quiet.

You gently rock him back and forth. The motion was comforting. You run your hand through his hair.

"Don't apologize for how you feel." You press a kiss to his head. "Just let it out."

Jiraiya is a quiet crier. Holding onto you as the most noises he makes are sniffles. His teeth gritted and tense all the way to his throat to shun any sobs. His warm tears falling into your shoulder. Do you really mind? No... you asked for it after all. It's nice to be there for him. Something warm and wet spills on your thigh. Jiraiya had dropped the coffee. It's contents spilled on the bed and the cup landed beside his thigh. He uses his now free hand to hold you tighter. He wants to get a grip on himself, but can't. Crying in his girlfriend's arms wasn't something he ever planned on doing.

"It's my fault!... It's all my fault." Jiraiya's shaky weak voice whispered against your neck.

Now it started to hurt. Hearing Jiraiya so distressed. It pulled at your heart. You don't want to see him like this. Whatever guilt he's holding he doesn't deserve. You blink back your own tears. Seeing you upset will only spiral him. He hated seeing you upset. Right now, you had to be his rock. The gentle and warm support that empathizes greatly, but doesn't fall apart with him. You sit back and push him away slightly, just enough to look him in the face.