Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Thunderstorms

Reader has an irrational fear of storms. Jiraiya is hella soft and comforts her.
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A rumble of thunder shook the complex. It was loud. Like a building was collapsing on top of this one. Or like the flood of a title wave forcing a building to uproot from the ground. It crashed and shook the foundation. The lightning that sparked before it was striking along the black night sky so intensely that it flashed even over the heaviest of sleeper's eyes.

It was a little startling. Jiraiya hasn't ever been awoken by a storm like this before. He's never really been caught in one of this caliber before. But the day was really hot and the overcast only got darker as the hours passed. It was inevitable that a storm was coming. It just broke at a weird hour of twilight. The rain hitting the window sounded like softballs hitting the glass. Not that he minds all that much. He's always loved the sound of rain and the roll of thunder. It was dialled up to a volume he's never been apart of before. Even so, he finds it nice. There is something so peaceful and interesting about the force of nature when storms break. It's lovely white noise to focus on and fall back asleep to. He'd love it more so with you to hold onto.

Jiraiya rolls over and sighs. The dampness had made the room feel cold. He reaches over in search of your waist. He tends to anchor his hand on your hip to help him lull back to sleep because he knows you're there even when he's deep asleep. The feel of your skin and the warmth of it is soothing to him.

He brings his hand down where he knows he'll find you. There's a dull thunk as he plunks it heavily down. His hand meets only the cold sheets. He grips it in confusion as his half asleep brain is struggling to put two and two together.

What? Jiraiya frowns as he blindly searches around for you. Why aren't you in bed? He sweeps his hand around the sheets until his fingers hit the edge on your side of the bed into the thin air. He sits up quickly. Some rising worry grows in his chest like he swallowed ice. He looks around frantically. You aren't here! Damn this is like one of his nightmares come to life! Bed empty! His girl gone! Having no idea where the hell you are when you are meant to be by his side filled him with fear.

Did you leave him?

That terrifying thought seized his body for several seconds. Jiraiya calls out your name. There's no response. He bites his lip as his mind digests that possibly. Yeah you and him don't get along all the time, but every fight you've had with him has been resolved. You and him have been in a great place in the relationship. A really great place! Nothing but kisses, smiles, and giggles. Like the night before you bashfully tracing circles in his chest while speculating about what a future with him would hold. You looked up at him with flushed cheeks and a slightly nervous smile. Only good things was his answer. The gentle touch sent tingles all around his front and he really could use that right now. He wants to hold you. There's just a big scary void right beside him now and he really hates it.

If you were upset, why didn't you say something? You always talk to him.

Another thunder clap rocked the house. The sounds of the storm that once comforted him now felt eerie. Like the prelude to a horrible situation. It did feel kinda like he's walked into a horror novel. He's a little afraid to leave the bed. He's half expecting to see the front door dramatically open with rain pouring inside the entryway and your shoes gone. Or worse, your body laying on the floor with cold dark blood pooling around you. There's gonna be a knife involved either by your body or maybe in the hand of the maniac that broke in and killed you. He'll turn around after a flash of lightning with the stranger standing behind him and the white light of the lightning will have caught the shine of the blood covered blade that was used to murder you.