Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Snow Top Mountain

Same universe as good news during hard times. Now with Hayami as a bit older and the new addition to the family running havoc on the mountain that Jiraiya was practically raised on.

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Slowly his eyes shut. For a moment. Just for a moment. The wind had stopped blowing and a hint of warmth soaked back in. The wash of heat from his nose that came with exhaling wasn't so strong. It's so quiet out. It's peaceful. With all his layers on he could just relax and fall asleep.

"Papa." A familiar little voice calls his attention.

Jiraiya inhales deeply. Come on, kid! He just sent his little girl away to go learn a new skill. He's perched not so far away to watch her. Or was... the opportunity to smoke presented itself and he hadn't indulged in the habit in years. It's only been an hour tops! She's clever but not that clever.

"Papa!" She was more insistent.

With a slow exhale, Jiraiya opens his eyes. Once the smoke clears, his eyes are met with the white sky. Flakes of snow are falling down in his vision. Caressing his cheeks and sticking to his eyelashes. He slowly lowers his head. Hayami is standing in front of him, holding her hand in a peculiar way.

Worry built in his body. Like a hand squeezing his esophagus as he realizes his child is bleeding. She has on a strong face. She's not crying or shaking, just looks concerned. Her brows furrowed as she processes the new sensation of a wound. Blood seeps through her fingers as she braces her hand with her other. Drops are falling and staining the snow at her feet.

Oh god. His baby! He slid down from his perch, one of the large almost fairy like mushrooms that naturally grow around the mountain. He threw his pipe away without care, it landed and immediately got lost in the growing blankets of snow. You don't like the smell of it and he didn't like doing it around his kids. With a promise of cookies, Hayami wouldn't tattle on him. A day of training was the perfect time to indulge in his bad habit. His child was away from it and the open cold air was nicely offset by the earthy warmth of the tobacco.... It was nice while it lasted. Now his child is bleeding and he didn't care about anything else.

"What happened, honey?" Jiraiya asks. He crouched down before her and gently pulled back her sleeve.

"I was practicing like you showed me and I made a mistake." Hayami briefly explains. Her eyes are wide with concern. "I'm sorry, papa. I'll do better next time."

Since Hayami was now being trained as a ninja, Jiraiya has been trying to be less of a mama hen. He would still take a fireball to the face for her but he doesn't hold on as tightly. She needs to grow. She needs to learn. Being tough on her will benefit her. It's still hard to do. He loves her more than anything. She wasn't so used to him being critical of her actions, but he had to be her teacher now as well as her father.

"Don't sweat it, kiddo. I know you do your best." He encourages her. He took a small peak at the wound and frowned. It's no small cut. It's rather large for her little hand. He undid the scarf that was around his neck and wrapped it around her hand instead. "Let's go back to the house. That wound needs to be looked at properly."

"Oh." She's not thrilled.

It's understandable. Kana has been a nightmare the last few days. The newest arrival to the family was already over ten months old. With that age came the worst of teething and getting the hang of toddling. He's been a terror. Crying his eyes out from the uncomfortable pain of growing teeth and stumbling around throwing tantrums as a result of the pain he can't convey in any other way. You've been doing your best. Everyone has. Everyone was patient and calm in Kana's presence since he's also taken to imitating those around him. Even with his family being calm and positive, it does little to comfort his pains. These outings for training were the only moments of peace Hayami got from it all.