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Sex had almost become a chore nowadays.

As he looked down at his wife under him as he entered her repeatedly, relentlessly, her mouth slightly open, cheeks rosy red, and eyes in a haze having climaxed a few seconds ago.

If it was one thing Naruto, would never lack, it was stamina, he could go on all night.

As her face started to revert back to normal she was now biting her lip, looking to the side, her fingers lightly scratching his back hoping to relay her growing discomfort.

Not missing her queue, he fought back an eyeroll; flipped her over resulting in slipping in deeper and her walls clenching him harder even more.

'Ah there is it is'

The perfect spot he thought. The perfect angle…the perfect view. Not that he didn't want to look at his beautiful wife, it was just that she could be so sensitive at times. At 13 years of being sexually active how could anything still hurt?

Nevertheless, after a few more pumps he finally felt it was time for his release and without a further thrust he was climaxed and emptied himself within her. After a few moments of hovering above her an arm holding himself up as to not "crush" her he slowly rolled over and lied flat on his back catching his breath, all the while Hinata slowly lifted herself from the bed and walked over to the opened bathroom door.

The door closed quietly with a click.

With that, Naruto turned to his side, back to the closed bathroom door and let out a soft groan.

'I have so much paperwork to complete.'

Missions to assign. People to hire. People to fire. Meetings to attend. Diplomats to meet. Villages to visit.

When Naruto had first become Hokage, such duties were exciting just as missions new experiences to behold all the while holding the title of Hokage, strongest most powerful person in the village and damn near the world. But such work became so mundane and cyclic. He wanted to fight again the edginess of missions of not knowing exactly what will be faced or the overall outcome. The uncertainty and dynamic of his life in his teens was unforgettable and exhilarating just to think about. Now at pushing 33, his back hurted, his kids hated him, his wife…well Hinata would always be his treasure. The woes they faced now were solely rooted back to him. Working late and barely having time to attend to his family was the norm and it seem his little trio had become fed up with it.

'Hinata should be familiar with this type of things. She was raised around this setting her whole life with the Hyuga's.'

But he had selfishly turned Hinata into serving one role in his role: sex.

She was there for him to blow off steam after long stressful days at work and of course Hinata, in her caring, submissive, lovely demeanor, allowed herself to be used as such. What did he do to deserve a woman like that wholly obsessed with him?

He was so enthralled in his thoughts he didn't hear the light click off in the bathroom and his wife tip toe her way to the other side of the bed. She laid down beside after scooping her long hair to her side and faced the wall her back towards him.

He had to fight back another groan before he relented and inched himself closer to her, lifted up a long tan burly hairy muscular arm to wrap it around his petite wife's waist. He felt her tense up as he did this, but that deter him as he pulled her closer to his chest. He lightly nuzzled the nape of her neck taking in the lilac scent of her hair.

While everything in this world could make him lose interest, make him lose his mind, his love and need for Hinata would remain constant.

And her love and need for him were the same.

"Naruto-kun, " she cooed.

"Hai hime, " he whispered in replay without missing a beat.

"I want a divorce."

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