Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Day At A Summer Festival

Originally posted on the week of Father's Day! Same universe as Good News During Hard Times.
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A familiar nausea was beginning to wake you up. You swallow heavily and rock yourself back and forth to settle your tummy. Just another hour. That would be nice. It must be early in the morning. It's cold in the room still from the lack of sun. You can feel your husband still spooning you. He's adjusted his sleeping patterns of usually rolling around to stay put to instead to cuddle you. Because he knows you are safe in his arms and can rest easy. His forehead pressed against the back of your shoulder with his front pressed against your back. His arm was slung over you with his hand settled on your middle. It's keeping you warm and comfortable. Enough to almost drift back off... Your eyes began to close again. The rise and fall of his chest moving against your back was oddly comforting. It was easy to focus on it and use it to help you try to get some more sleep.

"Papa." A little voice whispered.

"Hmm..." Jiraiya sleepily groaned. He held onto you tighter and nuzzled his face into the nook of your neck and shoulder. He's very much tuned into the parent instinct. The littlest coo of his baby will wake him up. But that doesn't make it easy if it's really early. Especially if it's in a hotel where he knows it's safe. There's nothing here to look out for, especially when it's this early.

"Papa!" Your little girl whispered again with a bit more of impatience.

"Hm!" He groaned with more displeasure at being awoken.

Jiraiya sighed through his nose and you felt the air brush over your shoulder. He rolled over and you whine as you missed his warmth. He cracked open an eye. There he saw the top part of his daughter's head. Her white hair was messy from rolling in her sleep. Her black eyes were alert and shining with excitement. Her little hands were gripping the mattress to pull it down ever so slightly so she could see a little bit better. She was small and scrawny for her age.

"Hello papa." She grinned.

"Hey baby girl." He replied, his voice husky and grumbly from still being mostly asleep.

With a heavy hand, Jiraiya reached around the nightstand until he felt the alarm clock. He missed the first time and planted his hand on his daughter's head. He playfully felt around and lightly squeezed it which made her giggle. He does smile at her giggles before finding the actual nightstand. He turned it towards him and squinted. Oh the joys of children. His five year old is way more of a morning person than anyone he's ever met. She woke up with the sun most days. And he ain't too impressed.

"Hayami... it's not even six in the morning." He complained. "Go back to bed."

"But papa!" She bounced up and down happily. "You said we're going to a festival today!"

"We are." He picked her up by the back of the shirt. She giggled as he was strong enough to lift her into bed with ease. She enjoyed the feeling of flying for the few moments. He held her against his chest like a teddy bear. "But not for another five hours."

"Papa!" She whined and struggled under his grip. "Papa let me go!"

"No. Beddy bye time."

Hayami continued to giggle and struggle in Jiraiya's arms. He's grinning as she squirms. She's a funny kid. He loves her greatly, but he also likes to relax. And sleep! God damn was sleep so damn precious now that he has an active kid. Most days he prays he wore out his kid enough to sleep in, but that never seems to be the case.

She whines and eventually runs out of energy. Her legs flop down against the mattress. She sighed slowly and held onto his arm. Jiraiya opened his heavy eyes again to look down. His little one was pouting. Her little lips pulled into a frown and brows furrowed. From that look alone he knew she's not gonna settle down. She wants to move. She has too much energy to go back to bed.