I had the idea for this shortly after chapter 700 came out. Apologies if this seems to resemble anyone else's work, that could not be further from my intent.
As far as he could remember, Naruto had never been very fond of Tuesdays. Before he had even started the Ninja Academy, Tuesdays stuck out to him as frustrating days of the week. Apparently, it was on Tuesdays that the job of the Hokage became both the most time-consuming and the most stressful. It was not only the day for weekly check-ins from the village's numerous department heads, but it was also the day for correspondence from various towns in fire country, if they needed to take anything up with the Hokage that was not immediately urgent (they usually did.) These factors combined, the Hokage needed to sift through thrice the normal amount of paperwork. This being the case, Naruto rarely got to see the Third, if at all, on Tuesdays.
They didn't get much better when he entered the Academy. Tuesdays were the days for weekly physical performance check-ups, not limited to, but including, target practice, obstacle courses, and sparring. Suffice it to say, if Naruto made a fool of himself at the Academy, it was usually on Tuesday. Once he was assigned to a three-man squad, Naruto had an expectation that he wasn't entirely aware of: He was expecting Tuesdays to actually be days worth getting out of bed for. This was not the case. Kakashi had elected to make Tuesdays the days for time off, so his students didn't get overwhelmed (and so he wouldn't need to make any excuses.) Despite being stuck on a team with him, neither Sakura nor Sasuke ever felt like accompanying Naruto on their time off, leaving Naruto once more alone on Tuesdays.
Even during and after his training trip with Jiraiya, Naruto never got over his slight distaste for Tuesdays. There was no reason for him to have any ire for them, but his mood always dipped when they came regardless.
Now, after having achieved his life's dream of becoming Hokage, Tuesday came back for him with a vengeance. Naruto was in the Hokage's chair, and thus had to suffer through the Terrible Tuesday Paperwork. Naruto's initial approach to solving this problem was his normal answer for everything: use shadow clones. Shadow clones worked reasonably enough on any other day of the week, bar the occasional minor migraine. So imagine his surprise when, after finishing a relatively simple Tuesday's paperwork and dispelling his clones, his next conscious thought was opening his eyes to a pounding headache, and seeing his wife peering worriedly over him.
According to Tsunade, simultaneously absorbing hours of information from five different clones all at the same time was too much of a strain on his mind, let alone anybody's mind. Not only that, but he'd actually been passed out for even longer than the amount of time he saved with his so-called shortcut. Defeated, Naruto resigned himself to the much more arduous, but much less risky, tactic of simply weathering the storm alone.
And so this went on, Tuesdays quickly becoming the worst part of Naruto's week, bar none. It wasn't like he hated his life, far from it, he was in a better place than ever before. His slapdash pseudo-family, Team 7, was all together again, helping him build a better future, he'd finally become Hokage, and he had a beautiful, amazing wife that he loved with everything he had, and loved him in return. No, this was preferable to anything he could think of. That didn't stop Tuesdays from being a right pain, though.
As the weeks went, however, Naruto noticed something strange. Hinata had begun to come to his office to keep him company, and on Tuesdays, no less. She usually had a different excuse as to who was looking after Himawari, ranging from former members of Team 8, to Team 7, to close friends from out of the village, even. Himawari was a vibrant and friendly child, but it still amazed Naruto how deftly Hinata managed to get other people to babysit.. Not that he minded, her company made Tuesdays much more bearable than they would be otherwise. It was just one more thing he appreciated about her, added onto a list that he simply could not quantify.
Today happened to be a Tuesday, much like many others that came before it. However, the Chunin exams were fast approaching, and the resulting buzz simply made Naruto's workload that much more intolerable. The overflow had even bled into Monday, and the stress from that caused him to lose a lot of sleep. Despite his head feeling like it was going to split in half, Naruto was preparing to dive back into the endless torrent of paper before he heard a knock on the door. He looked up to see his wife entering with a smile on her face.
"Oh, hey, Hinata." As she approached him, her expression became more concerned.
"Naruto, you look awful! Haven't you been getting any sleep?"
"I'm trying to, but I've been getting really swamped lately. Look, you don't need to worry about me, there's no way I'd let something like this stop me, you know?" The look Hinata gave him told Naruto that wasn't a sufficient answer.
"Naruto, you really need to relax. Overworking yourself can't be good for you." As she spoke, she walked around him until she was standing right behind him, and Naruto had to crane his neck back to look at her.
"Really, Hinata, everything will be fine. I'll finish this up before you know it." He responded, trying to reassure her. Hinata remained unconvinced.
"I'm going to help you relax before you get back to work, whether you like it or not." She asserted, in a rarely seen commanding tone. Naruto knew when to acquiesce, and figured there wasn't any harm in doing as she said.
"Alright Hinata, but this really does need to be finished today. What did you have in mind?"
Her response was to bury her fingers in his hair, rubbing gently before trailing down the back of his neck to his shoulders.
"There's much too much stress built up here, Naruto. Have you been taking any breaks?" Hinata asked, continuing to rub his scalp and upper back.
Naruto had difficulty responding at first, he hadn't realized how tightly wound he had gotten, and having Hinata massage him like this felt heavenly. "U-uh, no, it's not the Hokage's job to take breaks, y-you know."
"Well, it's the job of a spouse to take care of their partner, and that's exactly what I plan on doing." Naruto couldn't see her face, but he could imagine the grin she had any time she spoke about their marriage.
Hinata continued to rub her fingers in a circular motion into his scalp, and loosening up his upper back and shoulders. His breath escaped him in a long stream as she worked, and he could feel his eyes begin to droop. When she moved onto his temples and ears, he thought he was going to collapse on the spot. Luckily, he was sitting down.
This continued for a while, until she finally let up and he regained some semblance of focus. He turned to look at her, but she seemed unsatisfied.
"You're done?" he asked, feeling somewhat disappointed that it was over. However, she seemed to get an idea, as her eyes flashed, and she gained a smirk that seemed devious.
"Not yet," she responded. Before he could register what was happening, Hinata had crawled under his desk and was working on undoing his pants.
"Wh-whoa!" Naruto exclaimed, suddenly alert and redfaced. "Hinata, what exactly are you doing!?"
"I'm helping you relax, of course." She finished undoing his zipper and looked up at him with a staggering gaze. He felt himself harden in spite of his better nature. He was frozen shock stiff, and his eyes darted towards the door. What would happen if someone walked in?
All of his thoughts and frettings ground to a halt once he felt what Hinata was doing under his desk. She had succeeded in extricating his ninja tool, so to speak, from his clothes, and had begun to work him with her mouth. Despite how mortified he had become, he couldn't bring himself to mount any more of a resistance, and was only growing more excited. Paperwork was the last thing on his mind.
"Hhhgkknnk-!" and similar noises were coming from Naruto's mouth as he desperately tried to contain himself. Through hazy eyes, Naruto peered down at his wife, who was looking more pleased with herself by the moment. Resigning himself to his fate, Naruto decided to just enjoy Hinata's ministrations. Even if he even wanted to at this point, she was a remarkably stubborn person.
That is, until, the door opened.
"Lord Hokage? Where's lady Uzumaki?" There stood Shizune, carrying yet another stack of papers, innocently inquiring as to the whereabouts of the person currently sucking him off. His blood froze, and even Hinata stilled her motions under his desk. Thankfully Hinata was totally hidden, but the situation was still difficult.
Trying his hardest to compose himself and speak steadily, Naruto managed out, "Sh-she, um, she- there was something urgent that came up, so she left through the window." Nailed it. At least, most of that sentence.
Shizune was clearly confused, but accepted the excuse nonetheless. "Well, alright," she said, approaching the desk. Naruto wasn't too worried, she wouldn't be able to see anything happening. That was, until Hinata resumed her actions. He wasn't able to contain a sharp inhale.
Finished placing the stack on the desk, Shizune stilled and looked at him strangely. "Are you feeling alright, Lord Hokage?"
"N-Never better, Shizune! I feel as fit as a fiddle, believe it!" His voice was a higher pitch than he intended, and he was pretty sure it cracked at least once, but his statement had the desired effect. There was a flash of fear in Shizune's eyes before she promptly turned and hurried out of the room, not willing to stay in Naruto's vicinity when he was falling back on his old verbal tic.
"Okay Lord Hokage, I'll trust you on that, but be sure to finish all your work before the day is through." And with that, the door closed, and Naruto was alone once more. In a relative sense, his wife was still under his desk, and she hadn't stopped her motions, but she did seem to be having trouble stifling laughter.
"It's really not funny, Hinata-aah, aah-!" He was having difficulty finishing his sentence because Hinata decided the situation had run its course. It was impressive how adept she had become at pleasing him, of her own volition, no less.
His climax hit him like a ton of bricks, and when he was finally finished he slumped down into his seat, totally spent. Hinata got out from under the desk with a very smug look on her face and seemed to be finishing up swallowing someth- oh, right. She leant down to his ear and whispered, "I'll see you back at the house when you finish here."
Giggling, she went over to the window and, sparing him one last smile, jumped out.
Naruto couldn't do anything at that moment but sit there and look at the neglected piles of paper on his desk. After a bit, he regained his bearings enough that he was able to resume doing something productive.
He decided that he liked Tuesdays a lot, now.
Tell me if you liked it, I guess. I have an idea for another chapter that I might get to eventually.
