Moonlight bathed the Hokage's office in silver hues.
The chaotic storm of chakra, orgasms, and torn clothing had passed. Now, in the quiet, Tsunade lay on the couch with Lady Jiraiya nestled between her thighs, one arm draped across Tsunade's thick waist, her head resting against a plush, bare breast like it was the softest pillow in Konoha.
Both of them were sticky with sweat and slick, their bodies raw and flushed. The air still smelled like pussy and parchment.
Jiraiya lazily traced circles on Tsunade's hip with a finger.
"So…" she murmured, voice muffled by cleavage, "the rumors about Naruto… true?"
Tsunade let out a breath through her nose, one hand stroking Jiraiya's messy silver hair. "More than true."
Jiraiya smirked against her skin. "Big dick energy?"
Tsunade chuckled. "Literal. That boy is hung like a chakra-infused stallion."
"Figures." Jiraiya sighed. "Half the kunoichi in this village are limping."
Tsunade's smile faded slightly.
Her hand paused in Jiraiya's hair.
"I didn't just fuck him," she said quietly. "It wasn't like the others. Not just lust."
Jiraiya blinked, lifting her head slightly. "You're telling me… you caught feelings?"
Tsunade stared at the ceiling. Her fingers resumed their lazy strokes, but slower now.
"I've seen so much pain in him. So much weight. Everyone's always wanted something from Naruto. His strength. His legacy. Even his seed now."
Jiraiya stayed quiet.
Tsunade continued, voice lower. "But when I had him beneath me—panting, desperate, looking at me like I was everything—there was something else."
She smiled faintly.
"Devotion. Trust. That dumbass put his whole heart in it. Like he'd fuck the pain out of me if I let him."
Jiraiya smirked, curling up closer.
"Sounds like you got a dose of Uzumaki love."
Tsunade snorted. "Got wrecked, is what I got. Twice."
"Three times," Jiraiya corrected. "I read the scroll logs."
They both laughed—naked, tangled, jaded, but warm.
Jiraiya shifted, nuzzling between Tsunade's breasts again. "So… you gonna fight the others for him?"
Tsunade raised an eyebrow. "I don't share."
Jiraiya grinned. "Then you're gonna have to kill half the village, babe."
She paused.
"But hey… if you do win…"
Tsunade's gaze flicked down.
Jiraiya licked her lips slowly.
"…let me watch."
Tsunade rolled her eyes. "Pervert."
"Lesbian pervert," Jiraiya corrected proudly.
They both relaxed, the room filled with quiet breathing and the soft beat of two hardened women finally letting go.
But Tsunade's voice whispered one last thing into the dark:
"…He deserves better than to be a toy."
Jiraiya nodded. "Then make sure he gets it."