This is another Tsunade x Jiraiya chapter, set during the time between the Gaara rescue mission and the fight against Hidan/Kakuzu.
It was well past sunset in the Hokage's office. Candlelight flickered dimly off the towering stacks of paperwork that threatened to bury Tsunade alive. She rubbed her tired eyes and massaged her aching neck, cursing the fools who managed to make such a mess of things during her brief absence from the village. A soft knock at the door broke her from her frustrations.
"Come in," she called out gruffly. The door creaked open to reveal her long-time teammate, Jiraiya, silhouetted in the doorway. Even in the poor light, she could see he looked exhausted. "You clean up well for someone who's been gone over a month, Jiraiya. I take it the mission was a success?"
He chuckled wearily. "As successful as can be expected. It's good to be back, Tsunade-hime." Stepping further into the room, he pulled a thick scroll from his pack and held it out to her. "My report on the situation in Rain. It's...not pleasant, I'm afraid."
Tsunade took the scroll with a sigh. "It never is with those Akatsuki bastards involved. Well done for getting back in one piece at least." Her eyes roamed over his tall frame, taking in the new nicks and scars adorning what was visible of his skin in the low light. Her gaze lingered a bit too long on his broad chest and shoulders.
Jiraiya noticed her look and a tired smirk played at the corner of his mouth. "See something you like after all these years, Tsunade?"
A soft snort of laughter escaped her. "Don't flatter yourself, you old perv. I was just assessing any new wounds I might have to patch up before dismissing you to sleep." She stood and rounded the desk, moving closer to get a better look at him in the dimness. Sure enough, a long gash was visible on his left bicep, only partially healed.
Tsunade's nimble fingers grasped his wrist, turning his arm to examine the injury more closely. Her touch sent an unexpected spark through Jiraiya's tired body. It had truly been too long since he'd felt the caress of a woman, especially one as stunning and familiar as her. Her other hand came up to probe delicately at the edges of the wound. Jiraiya couldn't suppress a sharp hiss of pain mingled with pleasure.
Hearing that sound, so close to her ear, did strange things to Tsunade's insides. A warmth was pooling low in her belly that had nothing to do with medical concerns. Her fingers lingered on his muscular forearm a moment too long before dropping away. When she spoke, her voice was rougher than usual. "It seems your abilities heal as slowly as the rest of you these days, old man."
Jiraiya chuckled deep in his chest, the sound sending a shiver through her. "And yet you still find me worthy of your touch, Godaime. It seems we both have...weaknesses, where the other is concerned." His good hand came up to gently grasp her wrist in turn, eyes searching her face in the flickering light. An unspoken question hung in the air between them, as thick and heady as the scent of her perfume.
For a long moment Tsunade said nothing, caught in a stare with her old friend. Her mind whirled with a hundred reasons this was a bad idea, a hundred reasons to pull away. And yet her feet remained rooted to the spot, pulse quickening as his calloused thumb stroked softly over her delicate skin.
When at last she spoke, her answer was barely more than a whisper. "Just this once, Jiraiya. No one can know."
He nodded once in understanding before pulling her fully into his chest. Their lips met in a searing kiss that spoke of years of buried passion, finally set free if only for a night. As their lips met in that long-awaited kiss, Tsunade felt as if she had awoken from a deep slumber. Jiraiya's arms wrapped firmly around her waist, drawing her body against the hard planes of his own. She moaned softly into his mouth, tasting ramen and sake and something uniquely him upon his tongue.
His kiss was surprisingly tender given his brash nature, coaxing rather than demanding as he reacquainted himself with the feel of her. Tsunade's fingers slid into his long white hair, holding him to her as if afraid this moment might disappear. When at last they broke for air, she found herself breathless.
Jiraiya gazed down at her with a look of open adoration and want that made her insides twist with unfamiliar longing. "Tsunade..." he whispered, trailing kisses along her jaw and down the pale column of her neck. She threw her head back with a sigh, granting him better access.
"Jiraiya," she breathed in return, the sound of his name on her lips like a prayer. Her hands roamed over his broad back, feeling the play of hard muscles even through the fabric of his cloak. She wanted -no, needed- to feel his bare skin against hers after so long starved of human contact.
As if reading her mind, Jiraiya scooped her up into his strong arms, eliciting a surprised gasp. She quickly wound her arms around his neck, clinging to him as he began carrying her from the office with careless strides. Their lips met again in a deep, drugging kiss as he mounted the stairs two at a time, blindly finding his way through familiar halls to her private chambers.
He shouldered the door open and kicked it shut behind them, sealing them within the sanctuary of her rooms at last. With her back pressed to the sturdy wood, Tsunade felt surrounded completely by his tall frame, her body alive with wanton craving. Their kiss grew wild and frantic, tongues dancing in a passionate tangle.
Jiraiya's hands roamed hungrily over her curves, seeking the fastenings of her robes with urgent need. Tsunade was lost, drunk on his touch after dreaming of it for so long. Tonight she would let nothing and no one stand between them, consequences be damned.
Tsunade sighed contentedly against Jiraiya's lips, revelling in the feeling of being wrapped in his strong embrace once more. But as his eager hands roamed her body, seeking to pleasure her as only he knew how, she couldn't help but notice the years had taken their toll on both shinobi.
Their kisses grew languid and loving rather than frenzied, a subtle acknowledgment that youth had fled and stamina diminished. Tsunade broke away gently, gazing up at Jiraiya with eyes dark with desire yet softened by affection.
"My bed, Jiraiya. I want to feel you properly, without straining backs or knees against hard walls." She gave his lower lip a playful nip. "Let us savour each other slowly, as we have all night and need not rush."
Jiraiya chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his barrel chest. "As my lady commands." Sweeping her up in his arms once more, he carried her the short distance to the large futon, laying her down upon the soft blankets with utmost care.
Kneeling over her, he took a moment simply to drink in the sight of Tsunade spread before him in invitation, hair fanned out in a golden halo. Age had only made her more beautiful in his eyes. He leaned down to kiss her softly, unhurried, letting their tongues slide together in a dance as familiar as their chakra signatures.
Their lips parted with a soft 'pop' as Tsunade carded her fingers through Jiraiya's long locks. Looking up at him through half-lidded eyes dark with desire, she spoke breathlessly "Take these robes off me, Jiraiya. I want to feel you against me, skin on skin."
Jiraiya grinned down at her, eyes roaming her ample curves barely concealed beneath the fine silk. "As my hokage commands," he murmured, leaning down to plant tender kisses along her jawline. His practised fingers went to the sash at her waist, slowly undoing the knot holding the fabric together.
He took his time peeling back each layer, wanting to savour the unveiling of her body after so long apart. Kissing every new patch of flesh bared, he traced his lips over the swell of her breasts still encased in the inner robe. Tsunade's breath hitched at the sensation, nipples pebbling against the thin barrier.
Finally, he reached the last sash, pausing to gaze down at her flushed face. "Are you sure this is what you want, Tsunade? Once I remove this, there is no going back for either of us." His voice was husky with barely restrained desire and something deeper - love, after all their years.
Tsunade gazed up at Jiraiya with eyes full of emotion as she cupped his bearded cheek. When she spoke, her voice was thick with desire. "I have never been more certain of anything, Jiraiya. Now please, I need to feel you against me."
Their lips met in one last lingering kiss. Then Jiraiya tugged loose the final sash, and the silk fell open to reveal Tsunade's full naked body to his eyes at long last. "So beautiful," he breathed in awe, taking in her ample curves.
Immediately his mouth went to her huge breasts, capturing a pink nipple between his lips to suckle gently. Tsunade gasped at the sensation, arching into his touch. Her breasts had always been incredibly sensitive, and his skilled mouth knew just how to worship them.
As he lavished attention on one plump mound, Jiraiya took the other in his big hand, kneading and rolling the heavy flesh. Tsunade cried out softly, carding her fingers through his hair to hold him in place against her chest. Her large breasts had been an object of both pride and insecurity over the years, but here in Jiraiya's capable hands, she only felt cherished.
His skilled mouth and hands had worked Tsunade into a frenzy, her hips grinding against his hardened length still trapped in his pants. Breathless, she gasped "Please Jiraiya, I need you inside me. Make me yours at last."
Jiraiya lifted his head to gaze down at her flushed, panting form, eyes dark with unrestrained lust. "Not yet. I want to feast on you first," he growled. Without waiting for a reply he ducked his head, kissing a heated path down her torso to the neatly trimmed curls at the juncture of her thighs.
Tsunade moaned wantonly as his tongue delved between her folds, lapping up her arousal like a man parched. His mouth explored her intimately, sucking her tender bud of nerves between his lips until she squirmed helplessly. Two thick fingers joined his tongue, pumping in and out to stretch her walls as she climbed higher.
As his tongue worked her into a frenzy, Jiraiya kept his eyes locked with Tsunade's the entire time, watching her reactions carefully. The way her plump breasts heaved with every gasp of pleasure, the flush creeping down her neck, the hungry look in her eyes - he drank it all in, committing every detail to memory after dreaming of this for so long.
This goddess writhing beneath his devoted worship was a vision he'd fantasized about for decades. Now that the opportunity was finally here, he aimed to savour every moment.
Jiraiya could feel Tsunade's inner walls starting to flutter and tighten around his fingers as her climax approached. But he wasn't done worshipping her body after decades of longing.
Doubling his efforts, he sucked hard on her sensitive nub while his digits expertly massaged that sweet spot deep inside her. Tsunade cried out, writhing beneath his expert ministrations. Still he denied her release, drawing out her pleasure until she was a quivering mess.
"Please Jiraiya, I need to cum!" she begged, fingers tangled desperately in his hair. But he was in control now, determined to push her to new heights of ecstasy.
His fingers curled inside her, relentlessly stroking that magic spot as his tongue lashed her clit. Tsunade screamed, her whole body trembling on the precipice. Only when she was right at the brink did he finally grant her permission.
"Cum for me Hime!" Jiraiya growled against her throbbing slit.
With a guttural cry, Tsunade came undone. She gushed heavily around his invading fingers as waves of intense pleasure coursed through her. Arching her back, she screamed his name over and over, her body wracked with bliss.
She felt every nerve ending ignite as her pussy contracted wildly. A thick stream of female essence squirted out of her beyond her control, soaking Jiraiya's hand and the blankets below.
Tsunade lay trembling, coming down from the most intense orgasm of her long life. Her vision slowly returned to find Jiraiya gazing down at her with a look of pure male pride.
"Such a good girl, coming so hard for me," he praised, rubbing a hand over her heaving chest. She moaned at the contact, still sensitive in her post-bliss state.
Jiraiya shifted to position himself between her widespread thighs. Tsunade could feel the thick, rigid length of his cock dragging through her sloppy folds, the tip rubbing over her swollen clit.
"Please, I need you inside," she whimpered, hips bucking needily against him. But Jiraiya wasn't done teasing her just yet. He continued grinding that engorged head along her slit, gathering her essence to coat his member.
"You're so wet for me, hime. I can't wait to feel these tight walls milking my cock," Jiraiya growled filthily against Tsunade's ear, making her moan gutturally.
After wanting this man for so long, she was more than ready to be filled at last. When the broad head of his cock finally pushed past her entrance, stretching her in the most deliciously painful way, Tsunade cried out loudly.
"Fuck, you're so big!" she panted heavily, claws digging into his muscled back as he continued sliding slowly inside. Her inner walls gripped him tightly, as if trying to pull him in further. It had truly been ages since any man had been allowed to penetrate her like this.
Jiraiya groaned at the velvety heat engulfing his length. "So good. Just as I always imagined," he growled.
With a final deep thrust, his heavy balls slapped against Tsunade's ass, their pubic bones pressing flush. She whimpered deliriously at being so intimately filled after so long.
His knowing smirk told her he wasn't done yet. Bracing himself on muscular arms, Jiraiya began slowly pistoning in and out of her soaked cunt.
Tsunade couldn't believe just how good it felt already, the way Jiraiya expertly thrust in and out of her cunt, his cockhead ramming directly into her g-spot with each deep thrust.
Her inner walls gripped and milked his length perfectly, the lewd slap of skin on skin echoing through the room. She was already on the verge of releasing again just from his skilled fucking.
Jiraiya smirked down at her, loving the debauched expression on her face. "You're such a perfect woman, about to cum again already? I knew we were made for each other," he taunted.
Tsunade could only moan shamelessly in response, fingers clawing desperately at Jiraiya's muscled back as her ample breasts bounced vigorously with each punishing stroke.
"Don't stop, fuck me harder you perverted idiot!" she moaned, her voice dripping sweetly, lost in a delirium of lust and pleasure. Jiraiya obliged her command, gripping her plush ass with both hands to lift her lower body in a lewd display.
She now realized just how perfectly he was fucking her cunt. Each passionate, intense thrust was calculated to stimulate her sensitive inner walls without an ounce of pain.
It was as if Jiraiya possessed an innate, masterful understanding of Tsunade's body after decades of fantasizing about this very act.
With each punishing plunge, he angled his cockhead in a way that slammed directly into her g-spot with unerring accuracy. Within moments, she was reduced to a mewling, incoherent mess beneath him.
Her pussy clenched and pulsed frantically around his length as her climax approached at a dizzying pace. Jiraiya seemed to sense it, redoubling his efforts to push her over the edge.
Tsunade could only babble senselessly beneath Jiraiya, lost in a delirious haze of building ecstasy as his cock pounded mercilessly into her.
With a few final, expertly angled thrusts that had her toes curling, her climax crashed over her in a kaleidoscope of colours. She let out a hoarse scream, back arched tautly off the bed as her pussy throbbed and pulsed violently around his length.
The intense milking of her inner walls proved to be Tsunade's undoing, triggering another pulse of her climax. Feeling her cum again from his pistoning cock alone pushed Jiraiya over the edge.
With a guttural groan, he slammed his throbbing length balls-deep into her spasming pussy one final time. Tsunade moaned loudly as she felt him swelling within her, twitching and spewing thick ropes of hot cum directly into her womb.
Jiraiya grunted harshly through clenched teeth, holding himself deep while he continued to pump her stuffed cunt full of seed. The obscene amount of fluid overflowed and gushed out around their joining.
Finally spent, Jiraiya collapsed limply atop Tsunade's heaving chest, still nestled intimately inside her soaked cunt.
They laid there sweaty and sated, basking in the musky scent of their exhaustive fucking swirling around them. He kissed her lazily, nibbling her bottom lip.
When they broke apart, Jiraiya gazed down with a satiated smile. But something playful sparked in his eyes. He jutted out his lower lip in a pout.
"You wore me out so good, hime. But I'm still so sticky down there..." he whined, giving her his best puppy dog impression.
Tsunade laughed softly, running her fingers through his hair. "Oh? And what do you propose I do about that?" she teased, already knowing his answer.
Jiraiya wiggled his brows suggestively. "Pretty please suck me clean? I'll make it worth your while..." He gave an exaggerated moan as her hand drifted lower to grasp his softening length.
She grinned wickedly. "Well, I suppose a little post-coital service is in order."
Tsunade slid gracefully down his body, coming face to face with his spent cock nestled in a thatch of greying hair. She gave it an experimental lick, eliciting a pleased hum from Jiraiya as he watched intensely.
Taking him in hand, she pumped slowly, massaging his soft length. "My, you make such a mess of me. I suppose someone should clean up after you."
Pre-cum already beaded heavily at his tip, her ministrations stirring him back to interest. Tsunade swirled her tongue around the flushed head, collecting the tangy fluid before taking him fully into her hot mouth once more.
Tasting herself intermingled with his essence on his gorgeous cock sent a shiver of depravity through her. The potent musk of their combined fluids and the salty-bitter flavour flooding her senses made her feel wanton and filthy.
A guttural moan escaped her throat at the lewd realization that she genuinely revelled in the intense flavour. Her inner walls clenched hungrily at the memory of being thoroughly filled with his seed.
Jiraiya growled above her, tapping the back of her head in a hint to take him deeper. "Fuck, you really are too good at that."
Spurred on by his praise, Tsunade relaxed her throat and took Jiraiya fully until her lips met his light pubic hair with each enthusiastic bob.
She swallowed and hummed around his length, massaging it with her perverse skill. Jiraiya groaned out a string of curses, fingers tangling roughly in her hair to control her suction.
Just when he teetered on the edge, she pulled off with an obscene pop. "Not yet, my greedy stud. I want you primed and ready for my pussy."
Tsunade climbed atop Jiraiya's muscular frame, grasping his slick, throbbing cock at the base. She lined up the broad head to her drooling entrance, which gaped invitingly in anticipation of being filled once more.
As she slowly sank down, Jiraiya moaned loudly at the velvety heat enveloping him in a familiar tight embrace. Sloppy seconds made for the easiest entry, and he was able to slide in to the hilt with minimal resistance.
He stared in awe and wonder at her massive, heavy breasts, jiggling enticingly with each roll of her hips. Tsunade began riding him at a deep but sensual pace, clearly savouring every inch.
Her walls rippled and clenched around him in all the right places. Jiraiya reached up to massage her breasts, pinching her erect nipples between thumb and forefinger. "Fuck, I love your tight pussy," he growled.
Tsunade threw her head back in pleasure, increasing her motions. "And I love your thick cock splitting me open. Now make me cum again, stud."
Jiraiya was transfixed by Tsunade's enormous, heaving breasts as she rode him at a leisurely pace. They were too large for even his large hands to fully cup, the soft mounds spilling over on either side tantalizingly.
He squeezed and massaged the pillowy flesh greedily with roaming hands, pinching her hard nipples between knowing fingers. Tsunade moaned and cooed encouragement, grinding her hips in slow circles to maximize their pleasure.
"Fuck, I could spend hours just enjoying these tits. They were made for my hands," Jiraiya praised hoarsely. He took one pink bud into his hot mouth, suckling deeply while continuing to massage the other.
Tsunade cried out, grinding down harder in response. The dual stimulation caused her inner walls to ripple delectably along Jiraiya's length. He groaned around her nipple at the exquisite feeling.
Moving between each enormous breast, Jiraiya laved the heavy mounds with attentive lips and tongue, leaving a glistening sheen of saliva behind in his wake.
Tsunade moaned blissfully, rolling her ample hips in slow, deep figure eights. She rode him at an excruciatingly leisurely pace, determined to draw out their pleasure to its limits.
The sinful slapping of slick flesh filled the room, along with their mingled moans and curses. Jiraiya focused his efforts on her taut nipples, sucking each one between his lips in turn as she undulated atop him.
"You're so fucking good with that mouth, don't stop," Tsunade panted, fingers tangled tightly in his hair. She rotated her pelvis in tight circles, massaging his thick length within her clutching channel.
Jiraiya growled in response to Tsunade's pleading, latching his lips firmly around the rosy nipple in his mouth. He bit down with just enough pressure to elicit a sharp flare of pain-laced pleasure. Tsunade cried out rapturously, her inner walls convulsing in powerful ripples around his thick length buried deep within her.
The exquisite sensation of her clutching cunt milked Jiraiya's cock, dragging another guttural groan from low in his throat. He sucked harshly on her tender flesh, determined to mark her as his.
Tsunade chanted Jiraiya's name repeatedly like a prayer as she chased her peak. She ground her ample hips in tight, shallow circles, using his rigid length to ruthlessly rub at her oversensitive folds with each pass. Meanwhile, his skilled mouth continued its merciless assault on her throbbing nipples.
The dual stimulation proved too much for her overstimulated body. Violent spasms overtook Tsunade's pussy as the first wave of her orgasm crashed over her.
She screamed Jiraiya's name in abandon, nails digging sharply into the corded muscles of his shoulders. Her inner walls clamped down on his throbbing cock in powerful, rippling spasms that milked him for all he was worth.
"Fuck, yes! Drain that tight pussy all over my dick," Jiraiya grunted through clenched teeth.
He pi stoned up to meet each of her rolls with short, deep thrusts aimed to hit her deepest spots. The obscene slap of their joining echoed around them.
Tsunade threw her head back, succumbing fully to the intense pleasure wracking her body. "Don't stop, don't stop!" she chanted deliriously.
Another body-wracking pulse of her orgasm had Tsunade screaming wordlessly to the ceiling, grinding her drenched cunt down in a frenzy to take Jiraiya's thick length fully seated within her throbbing sheath.
He bit down sharply into the plush swell of her breast, savouring the exquisite milking of his cock as another powerful wave crashed through her. But he could hold back no more in the face of her lewd undoing.
"Fuck! Taking it all, hime," Jiraiya growled in warning.
He slammed up hard one final time as his own climax hit like a thunderbolt. Tsunade keened as she felt him erupting forcefully inside, flooding her greedy channel with his scalding seed.
Wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through their sated forms as they rode out the last vestiges of their shared, earth-shattering peak. Locked in a sweat-slick embrace, their hips continued to roll together through the aftershocks.
Only when the last tremors faded did Jiraiya release Tsunade's reddened nipple with a soft kiss of apology for his rough treatment. She smiled lazily, tracing her fingertips along his stubbled jaw in wordless acceptance.
They collapsed fully onto the tangled sheets, drained bodies heavy with satiation. Jiraiya gently withdrew from her swollen folds, eliciting twin hisses of pleasure-pain, before rolling to pull her limp form against his side.
His release continued to drip from her well-used hole in a lewd display. Tsunade hummed contentedly, tucking her head under his chin as their breaths gradually steadied.
"Rest now, hime. We've earned it after such revelry," Jiraiya mumbled, already drifting toward slumber. She smiled against his skin, surrendering willingly to post-coital bliss.
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