One-Shot
Tsunade's Bath House Jutsu!
"Come on Tsunade!" Jiraiya laughs, slamming his hands upon her desk. "It's not often I come to the village, you know. The least you could do is go out for a drink or two with me! All this Hokage business is pure stress. Let old Jiraiya take your mind off of it, if only for a night!" His voice booms throughout Tsunade's small paperwork filled office. He stands up and offers his best smile, stamping his thumb against his chest. "I'm buyin'!" Tsunade inhales deeply and puffs out a long sigh.
"When am I ever working, Jiraiya? Don't you think passing up the chance to take a break and grab some sake means this is important, you oaf?" Tsunade scolds, looking up at him. The Toad Sage doesn't relent however. He holds his smile, as well as his pose, and lets his invitation continue ringing through his bright and cheery eyes. Tsunade lets out another sigh and slams her hands on the desk, much like Jiraiya had done just moments before, rising from her seat. "Fine, maybe once I'm drunk you'll be more bearable," She taunts him. The pair share a smile and head off into the cool night.
They find themselves at a cozy little bar not too far from the Hokage's mansion. It's a small establishment, but has always been Tsunade's go to place for a comforting glass of booze. The well polished wooden bar stretches long enough to seat seven stools. Just above is a roof, but there isn't a fourth wall to protect the patrons from the elements. Instead large fabric banners hang from the roof, draping down to about waist level, offering those who wish to get drunk in peace a little bit of privacy.
"That sand brat is Kazekage. huh?" Jiraiya quips, swirling his sake in his small cup. "How the world changes. Do you think, you or I should have gone along to help him? Naruto has grown strong, but-"
"Garra of the Sand is Kazekage and his power isn't something to turn your nose up at, Jiraiya," Tsunade assures him. She looks over at the Toad Sage, his cheeks already red. "Whether or not he will actually need the support of Konoha is yet to be seen, but if he does, I have faith in Kakashi, Guy, and even that brat Naruto." She offers a small smile, tipping the rest of the cool liquor down her throat before pouring herself another glass. "The Kazekage is strong, much like Naruto. Although Naruto managed to persevere, Gaara had his spirit broken and managed to rebuild it. That's a feat most cannot bolster."
"You have faith in your fellow Kage," Jiraiya chuckles. "You have faith... how times truly have changed." They share another smile, Tsunade leans against the counter as she allows herself to relax just a little. "And what of... the pink haired one?" Jiraiya frowns, pointing at his hair as he attempts to remember the Team Seven's third member.
"Sakura," Tsunade reminds him. She stares into her cup for a moment. The reflection of her eyes stare back as she truly thinks about it for a moment. Does she have faith in Sakura? "Sakura is... a talented girl. Not a genius, by any means, but truly talented. She learns jutsu quickly and has the best chakra control of all the Chunin in Konoha, but I fear she may have too little experience. She may easily get lost when trying to keep up with the likes of a former Anbu member like Kakashi and the Jinchuriki of the Nine Tales. Besides, being the Hokage, I have very little time to actually teach her... but I believe her healing jutsu is strong and having her with such a reckless soul like Naruto will be important." She looks to Jiraiya. "And what of Naruto? Two years training with a Sanin, surely he's grown to become something quite impressive."
Jiraiya can't help but beam with pride. He lets out an embarrassed chuckle and rubs the back of his neck. Tsunade can't quite tell what red in his cheeks comes from the booze and what comes from his blushing. "He's grown fast!" He booms happily. "I'd expect nothing less from his son. After all, I trained the Fourth as well!" He chuckles opening his eyes to look at the bemused Tsunade. "I think, soon, I'll bring him to Mount Myoboku and try to teach him the ways of Senjutsu. Though, he may not have the patience for it. At the very least he'll be able to form a stronger bond with those he's entered a summoning contract with."
Jiraiya clears his throat, steadying himself on the stool. He'd drunk enough to finally work up the courage to ask Tsunade something very important. "Say, Tsunade, can I ask you for help with a... delicate matter?" He asks cautiously. She simply raises her eyebrows, awaiting the request. "I, er... had a run in with Orochimaru some months back," He begins. Jiraiya gives a nod, silently encouraging himself. "He hit me with some sort of toxin and now... Well you know how important it is for me, as a man of my craft, er... Well I can't find myself excited anymore." One of Tsunade's eyebrows drop, a look of anger growing behind her hazel eyes. "Being a medical nin, the greatest medical nin at that, I figured you may be able to... help me."
"Hmph," Tsunade huffs, bringing her cup of Sake to her lips. She tilts it back, facing forward, staring at the wall of liquor bottles behind the counter. The Hokage sets the cup down with a loud clap. At the same moment her left hand shoots out and the side of her fist smashes against Jiraiya's cheek. "I'll need a whole lot more booze than this to do something like that!" She exclaims. As the words leave her lips, Jiraiya lifts from his seat and spirals into the dark night before crashing into something well away from the little bar. Tsunade slaps some money on the counter, rises from her stool, and heads home.
'What a fool that Jiraiya is!' Tsunade steams as she marches down the dark roads of Konoha, fists clenched. 'To ask of something so ridiculous! As if she'd ever help him with such a thing!' As Tsunade enters the courtyard of her home, she notices something by the door. A lump of red fabric, some sort of white fur... "Jiraiya!" She barks, fuming with anger. The pervy sage rests on his hands and knees, head bowed to the ground in front of her door. Upon his freshly injured cheek he's already managed to secure a large square bandage.
"Please Tsunade! I can't trust anyone else with this!" He begs. Tsunade tries to simply march passed him and into her home, but Jiraiya latches onto her leg. He holds on tight, letting the kunoichi drag him along. "It endangers my writing, my love life, and my pride as a man!" His pleas continue to ring, echoing through the dark halls of her home. Tsunade ignores him, dragging him along as she heads into her kitchen. Throwing open the pantry, Tsunade rustles around for a moment before producing a bottle of Sake. "Please, find some kindness in your-"
"Enough!" She roars, slamming the sake down on a counter, the ceramic bottle cracking as it threatens to burst open. Jiraiya goes silent, staring up at his old friend with large puppy dog eyes. With a huff, Tsunade pours herself a glass and quickly drains it before pouring a second. She sighs, looking down at Jiraiya. "I take it you won't leave me alone until I agree to do this." Jiraiya nods. She sighs, pouring her second glass of liquor down her throat, cheeks growing rosie red as he empty stomach slowly fills with sake. "Why now? Why on top of everything else has this happened? Fine!" Jiraiya's eyes light up and he leaps to his feet. His hands go to the waist of his pants.
"Not here," Tsunade stops him. "You'd be so lucky as to remove your clothes in my home. Meet me at the bath houses in an hour. They keep the back door open so I can bathe in peace if I so wish."
"The bath house?" Jiraiya asks, frowning. "But that's where this mess started."
"Orochimaru attacked you in a bath house?" Tsunade asks, raising her eyebrow. Jiraiya blinks, the gears in his head slowly turning.
"Yes! Orochimaru, it was he who... did this." He clears his throat, taking a step back from Tsunade. He wanted to try and convince Tsunade to help him now, as opposed to later, his impatience getting the best of him, but quickly pushed those feelings away. If he remained for too long, surely the volatile drunk would change her mind. "In an hour then," He says before turning around and rushing off. Tsunade huffs, pouring herself another cup of sake, bringing it along with her upstairs and into her bedroom.
Knowing Jiraiya for so long, she knew better than to think she could outlast him in a war of attrition. After dealing with Naruto for two years, surely Jiraiya had only become even more insistent and insufferable since she last had the pleasure of denying his advances. But this was different! This concerned his health and who knew what other toxins Orochimaru had pumped into the Toad Sage? It'd be dangerous if Tsunade didn't lend a hand... At least, that's what she was telling herself.
So, after grabbing a fresh set of clothes to change into, Tsunade made her way towards the bathhouse. Her cheeks glowed red, the sake sloshing around in her stomach keeping her warm in the cold night air. The streets were entirely deserted. Well, not entirely. Hidden deep in the shadows are shinobi that watch over Konoha throughout the night, as well as a small number of Anbu that followed Tsunade's every step. They were those that were tasked with watching over their Hokage. Of course, they needn't worry about keeping Lady Tsunade safe, instead they more focused on the safety of those daft enough to attack her, as well as the innocent bystanders that may find themselves in her radius of destruction.
Tsunade ignored them, as she did every night. She knew very well that they stayed a few blocks away from the bath house, as to give the woman a little privacy, and didn't worry about them finding out that she was going there to meet Jiraiya. The Hokage did, however, make sure all the shops which surround the bath house had closed for the night. They would have seen the Toad Sage making his way down here and would spread rumors of their esteemed leader like wildfire.
Tsunade took her time undressing. She neatly folded her dirty clothes, packing them into a small locker atop her sandals. Her fresh clothes hung on a hook, as to not get soiled by the other ones. She pulled on a silk bathrobe, the same shade of forest green as her usual coat, and pulled off the bands that kept her hair in those trademark twin tails. The kunoichi took a deep breath and a long drink before making her way towards the baths. Knowing her old friend Jiraiya, she didn't even bother checking the men's side and went straight to the women's half of the bath house.
The room was filled with steam, making it hard to see more than a few feet in front of yourself. Tsunade, a master at ninja arts, paid it no mind. Her eyes simply weren't needed to assess her surroundings. The room was quite spacious. A number of stools beside faucets lined each wall, a few stand up showers dotting the back of the room. In the center was a large main pool of hot water, a smaller round pool at each of its corners. Tsunade walked slowly, her feet quiet, almost silent, on the warm stone floors.
Bobbing nervously in one of those smaller pools was Jiraiya. He knew Tsunade would be able to heal him, but he still wasn't sure if she would. In fact, he worried that she may purposefully make the situation worse! She bought the story about Orochimaru, at least she's pretending to, but that didn't mean she wasn't intending to place a seal of her own upon his length! He heard her enter the bath house and shifted in the pool in order to look upon her. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of Tsunade's full exposed body.
She stood in front of the pool, body in immaculate shape. Her long legs were thick with muscle, but still had plenty of plush meat to watch squish between your groping fingers. Her hips were wide and ass fat, but none of that was a surprise. As a Ninja she had spent quite a bit of her life squatting as she crept quietly through shadows on stealth missions. Shapely legs and a rear end to match were expected of all Kunoichi. What set Tsunade apart from most was her bust. Her chest was ample to say the very least. Each hefty breast was at least the size of a man's head, at least, as you looked at them, it really felt that way.
The sight almost intimidated Jiraiya. It had been quite some time since he last gazed upon Tsunade's naked body and even then it was through a peephole. He had never been so close to it and it made his heart stutter. The pervy sage gulps, unable to squeak out even a single word. Tsunade doesn't seem to mind his silence, a small smile growing across her plush pink lips as she lets him take in the sight. If she were lucky, then just looking at her would be enough to expel Orochimaru's toxins from Jiraiya... but Tsunade was never lucky. In fact, she was quite famously the least lucky person most people had ever met.
She comes forward, slipping into the warm water. A pleased exhale escapes her, "Mmmnnn," She hums as the water helps every muscle in her body simply relax. Well, every muscle that the sake hadn't managed to get to first. She doesn't approach Jiraiya, not yet. Instead she lays back in the tub, aching back against the side of it, and tilts her head back, simply enjoying the water for a moment's time. Jiraiya reaches below the surface of the water and checks himself. He feels between his legs, rubbing and squeezing, trying to bring his body to life to no avail. 'That last woman really did a number on me' his thoughts sigh.
Seemingly satisfied with the water Tsunade begins to move again. Slowly. She approaches Jiraiya, crossing the small pool. The Hokage doesn't seem embarrassed at all, her body on display for her oldest friend, creamy white skin glistening wet as she moves in the water. Tsunade rises slightly from the water, waves crashing against Jiraiya as her heavy breasts rise from beneath the surface just inches away from him. She leans in, closer... closer... closer. Her plush lips are by his cheek and then his ear, her breasts pressed firmly against his chest. They felt so soft that Jiraiya could melt and he finds himself having to gulp, his mouth watering from the simple scent of Tsunade.
"If you tell anyone what happens here, tonight," She whispers in his ear, sake strong on her breath, "I'll be sure that your little pride as a man is lost to you forever." Jiraiya's already rosie cheeks flush scarlet red and he nods dumbly, quickly agreeing with Tsunade. He could hear that dangerous edge in her voice, knowing full well she meant what she said. Tsunade sits back, separating her soft curves from Jiraiya's more rigid form, and he hand dips under the water, searching for her patient.
Eyes locked with Jiraiya, daring him to say or do anything to anger her, Tsunade finds it. Her slender hand wraps around the base of his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. She feels it, running her grip along the length, up and down, inspecting it. She feels not a single pulse of pleasure as she touches him and allows him to gaze upon her. "Orochimaru must have used strong toxins," She slurs quietly. And as she runs her hand along him, Tsunade can't help but marvel at the sheer size of her old friend.
Not even hard, it was enough to fill her palm and plenty long enough for her to wrap both hands around, though she didn't dare. Instead, with her free hand, Tsunade reaches down and cups Jiraiya's heavy balls, which ache from not being released since just before coming to Konoha... a full week ago. Had Jiraiya cut Naruto's training short? No. Did he fully intend to train with the boy for another month at the very least before returning home? Absolutely. In fact, even after he found himself ailed with this problem he decided to continue with his duties as a mentor normally, but by day three, when he found he couldn't even take matters into his own hands, Jiraiya packed up and headed home!
As Tsunade felt them she felt just how full they were. And quite heavy as well. She wondered if Orochimaru had received such a generous endowment as Jiraiya and she herself had. Of course, Orochimaru's could very well be modified. She wouldn't put it passed that man to give himself a full foot of length and three cocks to swing around. She gives Jiraiya a squeeze, pulling her thoughts away from the monster that their other friend very likely put in his pants. The Sage groans quietly, shifting around in Tsunade's grip.
"How troubling," Tsunade mutters, talking to herself as she inspects the patient. She turns her eyes from Jiraiya's looking down for the first time and freezes. It felt big, that's for sure, but actually looking at it... It was Tsunade's turn to gulp, her heart skipping a beat. It ran twice the length of the inside of her palm, with a thick uncut head sitting atop like a crown. Each ball was at least the size of a golf ball, if not much, much bigger. As she looked it over, she realized how much that hefty, cum filled sack filled her palm, some of each ball spilling over the side as she rubs and squeezes it.
Tsunade shakes her head, snapping out of the trance this python put her in. As she does so, her chest jiggles with her movement. Perhaps it was the water, acting like a magnifying glass. Yes! That was it! "Up, sit on the edge of the pool, I need a closer look," She commands, voice strong as she looks back to Jiraiya's eyes. He nods quickly, but pauses. Tsunade clears her throat and reluctantly releases him from her grip, so that he may climb up there. Jiraiya rises to his feet, standing in front of Tsunade, her thick cock and balls swinging in front of her face for a moment.
She sits in front of him, watching it swing like a pendulum as it tries to hypnotize her. Jiraiya sits down, opening his legs so she might get closer. Tsunade moves forward, her heavy breasts pressing against the side of the pool. Her slender hands rise up, a faint green glow pulsing from them as she takes hold once more. JIraiya inhales sharply, feeling a cool relief wash over his length. Tsunade strokes his shaft, rubbing his balls as she spreads that relief all over, washing away whatever the last woman he was with had passed along. In moments Jiraiya is clean and he can feels himself pulsing to life. "Tsunade I think-" But he doesn't get the full thought out.
She leans in, her pouty pink lips beginning to glow. Tsunade opens her mouth, pointing that fat uncut head towards her lips, and takes him into it. She closes her eyes, tasting him. She wasn't sure why, but she didn't question her need to do this. She leans up, pushing more of that flaccid cock in her mouth. Her hand rubs and gropes his balls and she feels him coming to life for her. Jiraiya raises a fist to his mouth, biting into his knuckle as he holds back moans. Tsunade, however, doesn't offer him the same courtesy.
A long moan escapes her throat as the meaty head prods the back of it. Her tongue rumbles against the underside of his cock. As she draws back, letting it come from her mouth with a 'pop' Jiraiya's length throbs at full mast, pointing straight at the Kunoichi. She strokes him, both hands rubbing up and down his shaft. Tsunade leans in further, letting his cock press against her cheek, her still glowing lips wrapping around one of those big heavy balls. Again she moans, tasting him, a taste she could easily get addicted to, and swirls her skilled tongue around the heavy nut. She takes the other in her mouth, letting them both fill her cheeks as she jerks him, her round rear end rising out of the water.
Jiraiya reaches a hand out, carefully. He places it on her back, biting his lip, and slowly runs it further and further down. Bending over her, he manages to reach her thick cheeks, giving one a firm squeeze. He watches as the doughy flesh squishes into his strong hand and between his fingers before releasing it, just to squeeze the other. She doesn't resist, simply smiling and continuing to moan for him. She lets his nuts come from her mouth before laying a kiss on them. A glowing lip mark sings against his flesh, followed by a trail of them as she kisses her way up this massive shaft, the length of her forearm as it throbs imposingly above her. Tsunade lays a final kiss against the thick head and all of the lip marks burst into a rain of shimmering relief, washing over him.
Jiraiya can't help himself. He leans back, placing his hands on the ground behind him to keep from falling, and lets out a long moan. Tsunade holds his cock steady, hands squeezing it lovingly at the base and just below the head. She lets her hot tongue slip from her mouth, lips returning to their normal color, flicking the tip of her tongue against the head of his cock. Jiraiya watches with glazed over eyes, quickly learning what heaven is as he watches her lap the first bead of pre-cum from his throbbing erection. Tsunade sits up with it on her tongue, mouth hanging out as she rolls it around in her mouth, letting him watch how much she enjoys gulping it down.
Her pillowy breasts rest on the pool's edge and she pulls her erect cock between them, squeezing firmly. The softness makes Jiraiya's legs tense and he lets out a shaky "Ha-aaa-aaah," gasp. She simply chuckles, rising and lowering slowly, impressed at just how much of this beast stick out of the top of her breasts. Anyone would agree that it was quite the feat. Staring up at Jiraiya, Tsunade lets a hot glob of spit splatter against the head and drool down, just to be spread all over his shaft by her breasts. She lets another and another, needing plenty of lube to fully coat him. Jiraiya moans with pleasure, pulsing his hips ever so gently, fucking Tsunade's tits, something he'd wanted for so long. Even so, the actual feeling of her warm breasts around his throbbing cock was like nothing he had ever imagined.
She feels his warm pre-cum drooling from the head more freely, running down between her breasts. So hot. So sticky. Tsunade releases him, rising to her feet. Jiraiya gulps, his cock throbbing with the beat of his racing heart as he looks upon her again. Her body glistens, wet from the pool, her heavy breasts sparkling with a mixture of his pre-cum and her own spit. Tsunade reaches up, pinching her own perky pink nipple, thick between her fingers as she gently pulls it, sending a shiver down her spine. "Mmmm, all better, or do you need more... treatment?" She moans out, looking at Jiraiya with lust glazed eyes.
"Yo... you." He stutters, finding it hard to find his usually ever-present voice and bravado. "You're the doctor, Lady Tsunade," He manages. She chuckles stepping out of the pool beside him. Tsunade runs a hand through his long white hair, turning his head and pulling it close. She sways her hip, gently pressing her thick cheek to his lip, forcing him to kiss her ass. Of course, she didn't need to force him. Jiraiya reaches up, giving the opposite cheek a firm squeeze as he offers three more quick kisses against her ass. He would worship Tsunade's body if she so pleased, but that's not what she wanted... at least not right now.
She sits beside him, pressing her lips to his. They kiss, their tongues intertwining. Their lips stay pressed together for quite some time as the two enjoy the warmth of one another. Jiraiya is the one to break the kiss. He leans in, kissing along her neck. Tsunade places her hands on the ground behind her, giving him full access to whatever he pleased. Jiraiya pressed his lips along her neck, hazarding a small bite, which Tsunade exhales a moan for. With a smile, slowly regaining his confidence as a man, Jiraiya moves down, his hands groping and rubbing her breasts.
He lets the soft flesh squish between his fingers, taking one of those perky nipples in his mouth. Tsunade's breath quickens as she feels an ache for him growing inside her. Bigger. Bigger. She wanted him. Needed him. And, as if Jiraiya could read her thoughts, he gave her everything she needed. Laying her on her back, Jiraiya rests between those long legs, the fat uncut head of his cock rubbing along the drooling entrance to her needy cunt. He pushes forward, slowly, not wanting to hurt her. All powerful Hokage or not, the only way to train for this moment would be to take someone his size quite a bit, something Jiraiya doubted was possible. If he had to guess, he would say he was biggest man in all the world! Of course he would say that though.
He pushes slowly, gently, letting himself fill her aching body. A quarter of the way in before drawing back. Slowly pushing more and more inside her, each thrust deeper than the last. Their breaths come fast, panting as they stare into one another eyes. She feels his entire length in her, her flat toned stomach bulging slightly as his groin presses to hers. Her eyes close and she exhales, "Jiraiyaaaaa," a whining moan. Every muscle in Jiraiya's body tenses as he holds back that flood of cum he's been waiting a week to release. If he wasn't careful, a simple moan from her could push him over the edge.
He made it through, pulling slowly back just to thrust back inside. Her moans constant now as he fucked her. Getting faster, letting her adjust to his size. Harder, letting her feel him. Her breasts bounce and jiggle with each 'pap, pap, pap' of their bodies meeting. Jiraiya leans in, kissing her neck once more, letting her feel him on top of her. His hips swivel with his thrusts as he pushes as deep as he can, deeper than anyone before him. Her body stretching and aching as he reshapes her for his pleasure and his pleasure alone. No one would ever be able to match the feeling he gave her. The feeling of being completely and utterly filled, like a key in a locket.
Tsunade pants and whines for him. She didn't feel like the strong kunoichi she was anymore. She felt like butter, melting over his body, a tool for his pleasure as he thrusted harder and harder. Hitting her right where she needed it, each thrust threatening to flood her body with hot gooey cream. Tsunade's legs wrapped around him, pulling him balls deep and holding him there as she came for him. Her body squeezing his throbbing cock, milking him.
Jiraiya can't resist. He closes his eyes tight, stomach tensing as he cums with her. His cock fires shot after shot of thick cum, a flood of the passed weeks frustration all released at once. He fills her completely and then some. A mess dripping from his balls as the hot cream runs down his shaft, escaping. Jiraiya offers Tsunade a kiss, which she gladly accepts before releasing him. He pulls out slowly, a sloppy slurping filling the deserted bath house, and watches his sticky cum drool from her spent body. Tsunade inhales deeply, exhaling a moan as she feels the warm cream running from her body, pooling beneath her. She licks her lips, looking at Jiraiya with a small smile.
"Where are you staying tonight, Jiraiya?" She hums, raising her eyebrows. "It'd be irresponsible of me to leave a patient unobserved after treatment. Perhaps you should stay in my home... in my bed," She suggests
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