i tried not to be smutty about this because my smut writing isn’t good, like at all, like i sound like an eight grader trying to sext on i.m. so please don’t ever ask for smut. like please.
EDIT: I READ THIS WRONG. I’M SORRY THE SETTING CHANGED. UGH SORRY.
naruto held in a breath.
she had walked in only fifteen minutes ago, and right from the get-go he could see it in her eyes; she had no intention of just standing by and waiting patiently today.
"um, hinata-chan, these documents are important."
she hums her reply as she stands behind him, running her hands down the length of his chest slowly, so damn teasingly slow.
breathe, he battled with himself, they have to be submitted today or shikamaru will hang you.
she moves away then in one fluid motion and he releases the breath he had been holding.
coughing he continues to write, hoping to be able to finish this today without any more….distractions.
but just as he’s about to sign his name, her lips are pressing against his neck and he can’t help but let his head fall back.
"i thought those were important," she teases softly.
he blinks up at her slowly, nodding his head once as she presses her lips against his neck once more.
"you should finish or shikamaru-kun will be mad," she whispers against his ear.
"i sh-should," he says dazedly, before blinking, bolting upright, "i mean i should, i will.”
he signs the paper before moving onto the last manilla folder, he holds his breath and hopes that his beautiful wife will allow him to finish without any more interruptions.
but he’s only half way through filling the sheet in before he feels her soft lips on the base of his throat again.
releasing a strangled moan, he fights the urge he has to slide off all this damn paperwork and teach her a thing or two about being distracting.
"are you done?" she asks.
"no," he says, meeting her lips in a gentle kiss, "you’re distracting me again."
"i’m so sorry, esteemed hokage-sama,” she whispers.
and that’s when the very thin thread of patience he had within him finally snaps, rendering him void of anything but the absolute need to make her moan that out in his ear instead.
he wastes no time in settling her on the desk, papers scattering about as he begins to pepper kisses down the column of her neck.
and just when he’s about to slip off every scrap of clothing on her body the door slams open and he’s left to gape as hinata squeaks out, burying her face in his chest.
"damn it, naruto, one day,” shikamaru grits his teeth, “can i come here one day and actually see you doing your job?”
naruto chuckles sheepishly, giving him an apologetic look, “sorry.”
"sorry doesn’t cut the three hours we now have to spend reorganizing these."
"i’ll help!" hinata offers immediately, slipping off the desk.
but before she can so much as grab another paper, shikamaru stops her, a stern look on his face, scrutinizing her carefully.
"oh no you don’t," he says, "you’ll only coax him into doing something else, kami knows naruto has no restraint and your his wife, you will wait at home for him."
naruto laughs, “no need she can-“
”i said, she will wait home,” shikamaru drawls, eyes flashing with something dangerous.
"yes, sir," they both say, heads bowed.