Jiraiya x Reader Stories(Smut)

Life's Worth

A reader request. Jiraiya is Hokage. Takes place before canon like just before Naruto is born. Minato and Kushina live au. But Tsunade is dead au. Reader is a single mom who is pretty rad and is the only semblance of joy in Jiraiya's life.
Warning: Alcohol Addiction. Depression. Lots a swearing.

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A beat pounded in Jiraiya's head like someone rammed his head into a wall repeatedly. It's a rude awakening to say the least. Coming into consciousness simply because the agony of a hangover was too much for his body to handle was a bad time. The idea of opening his eyes felt like a task mightier than climbing a mountain. It flared his headache as if his eyes detect the small amount of light creeping into the room. He wakes up like this a lot but this is just awful. It's worse than it usually is.

The squeak of a door felt like someone had just decided to drill something into his skull. There was a small gasp.

"Mama, who that?" A small voice whispers.

"Hush. That's Jay-Jay. Come on, leave him be." You whispered back.

"Ohhhhh. I didn't know you were having a sleep over."

"I couldn't let him go home."

"Too much drinky?"

"Aye, too much drinky."

There's a soft giggle and the door squeaks shut again. The exchange did pull a grin out of him. There's only one kid in this world that calls him Jay-Jay. That sweet little girl of yours, Ume. She's probably the cutest little nine year old he's ever had the pleasure of knowing. With black fluffy hair and big huge black eyes that always sparkle with happiness. She treats him like a regular person and he loves it.

But that begs the question of what the fuck happened last night? Shifting around a little causes Jiraiya's senses to slowly awaken. His arms tingle a little from sleeping with them above his head. The sheets are tangled around his legs. He's still wearing underwear. It's all he's wearing.

Last he remembered was in your bar drowning his woes in liquor. You were there of course. Watching and listening to him with a sympathetic smile. It was hardly different from any other night, except he went harder to... well.. deal. But what did he say? He can't remember. He knows he's safe. More information began to process the more he woke up. He must be in your house, which was a loft located above your bar. Why else was your child here and he's most certainly not in his bed. This bed is cozier. It smells like you.

With a deep sigh, Jiraiya finally succumbs to reality. He's awake. He opens his eyes slowly. Thankfully the curtains were shut. The glare wasn't so bad. The dry mouth and full bladder however was a rude calling. Moving too quickly made him nauseous. He groans as he flips over onto his belly and slinks out of bed like a groggy lizard. He practically crawls to the bathroom, an odd detail of your house he does know how to get to. It took a lot of energy to stand before the throne and let loose. Like every other sound at the moment, it was loud and gross.

It signalled his awaking, as if his stumbling around like a half human creature hadn't done that already. Soon the smell of bacon fills the house. His mouth floods with saliva from both a ravenous hunger and a new wave of nausea. His stomach growls yet also clenched at the idea of food. To help relax, he splashes handfuls of water into his mouth after washing up from the first step of the morning ritual. It only worsens his craving for hydration and he sticks his head in the sink to drink almost mouth to tap to get some of the water his body sorely misses. After that, he finally makes his way around the home. It's small. It's got two small bedrooms and a single bathroom. Walking out of the thin hall that made up the bed and bath revealed the open kitchen and dining. In said areas was you and Ume.