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Lord Hokage	By : EroPrincess Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 35719 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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I’m exhilarated Lord Hokage was well-received! And I thank you guys for that. It seems there are quite a few NH fans out there like me who would like to witness Naruto and Hinata’s sexual relationship explored in a… different… manner. Since I published Lord Hokage, I’ve received many requests and normally I don’t do requests, but (Lawd have mercy) the smutty head-canons Anons have sent me on Tumblr have been swimming around in my head for weeks. Many people wanted me to continue this, and I am. So here I am, fulfilling a few requests for those who wanted Hinata to play a more dominant role.

This one-shot is a bit milder since Hinata’s the star, but I’m going to try my best to remain as lewd as I did with Lord Hokage. I hope I can do The First Lady justice. And if you guys have more smutty head-canons, please send them in! I love reading them and I’ll see what I can do!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto nor am I affiliated with the series. The series belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, Studio Pierrot and VIZ Media. I don’t work for those companies; I write for fun and for free.

Summary: Revenge is a dish best served piping hot with roasted pork, fishcakes and miso broth.

Warnings: This is set 10 years after the war, alternate timeline. Mild bondage, very mild bondage. If you blink, it’s over. The summary really has nothing to do with the story. I just thought it would be cute to say it. And of course if you’re reading this on FF. net then it’s edited. Click on the links in my profile for the unedited version.

The First Lady
“I’m your lady, but tonight I’m your freak…” – Elle Varner
For many hours that morning, Naruto Uzumaki sat in the conference room in the Hokage mansion uninterestingly jaded from the trite discussion. It took every bit of tact in him to not rudely place his elbow on the table and cup his chin in his palm to rest his blue eyes. The Seventh Hokage was seated at the head of the modest, cherry wood, rectangular table with his wife, First Lady Hinata Uzumaki directly at his right side. Underneath the table she squeezed his prosthetic, bandaged hand softly, comfortably to keep him alert and focused on the topic of conversation.
In the past it wasn’t customary for the village’s First Lady to be directly involved in meetings that discussed pivotal details about the nature of the Leaf Village. The First Lady of the village was always expected to remain in the background as nothing more than supportive of the Hokage. In the entire village’s history of the seven Hokage, there were only three women who actively took the role of the Leaf Village’s First Lady: the First Hokage Hashirama Senju’s wife, Mito Uzumaki, the Third Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi’s wife, Biwako Sarutobi, and the Fourth Hokage, Naruto’s father Minato Namikaze’s wife and Naruto’s mother, Kushina Uzumaki. And all of these women were important figures in the history of the Leaf Village and helped shape the Leaf Village into the boisterous, yet peaceful metropolis it is today.
However since Naruto was appointed Seventh Hokage, those ancient traditions were banished. The Seventh Hokage wanted to include his wife in the goings-on in the Leaf Village because not only did she deserve a right to know every miniscule detail about the city she calls home, Naruto wanted his wife to be respected as an important public figure of the village he presides over. The blond also wanted to ingrain it in everyone’s minds how much he reveres and exalts his wife, his right-hand woman. Hinata was the missing piece to his better half. She made him whole—she fully completed him. So at nearly every meeting that was held in the Hokage mansion and the few he attended outside the village, Naruto made sure to include Hinata and to have her sit at his right side. Of course there were some meetings Hinata wasn’t privy to and Naruto’s status and power couldn’t change that. Understanding as always, she never fretted or complained because she understood the politics that came with being the village’s leader.
Also seated at the meeting was Naruto’s Chief Advisor Shikamaru Nara, who sat adjacent at his left. Clockwise from Shikamaru’s left sat their mutual childhood friend, Tenten, and Hinata’s younger sister and Naruto’s sister-in-law Hanabi Hyuga. Hinata and Hanabi’s father and Naruto’s father-in-law, Hiashi Hyuga was also in attendance.
And that presented another reason why Hinata’s presence was necessary for today’s meeting; together they sat and discussed who would be the next Hyuga heir. Tenten’s ten-year-old son Nabi was next in line to receive the prestigious title after Hanabi who was the current heir. A few elders in the Hyuga clan openly disapproved because not only did Tenten give birth to a Hyuga out of wedlock, but her son’s father, the late Neji Hyuga, Hinata and Hanabi’s cousin, and Hiashi’s nephew, was a former Side branch family member. The Side members of the Hyuga clan belonged to a lesser household, unlike Hanabi and Hinata, who were descendants from the upper house, the Main branch.
Many years have elapsed since the in-house separation of the Hyuga family, and the Main and Side families were no more. Still there were some clan members who held tight to archaic traditions and hostile emotions and wanted an heir who was born from a former Main branch member. However, everyone at the meeting agreed Nabi Hyuga would make a sufficient heir to the Hyuga family. At the young age of ten, he already displayed traits of a prodigy, much like his father did. Everyone at the meeting also alleged Nabi being appointed as the next Hyuga heir would strengthen and consolidate the Hyuga family into one full, elite force. The majority of the Hyugas wanted to finally end nonsensical, bitter feelings against former Side branch members.
Neji Hyuga originally was next in line to lead the Hyuga clan as the heir. Before he could rightfully settle in place as the Hyuga leader, he died in the line of duty during the Great Fourth Shinobi World War ten years ago. One month after the war ended Tenten, his girlfriend at the time, discovered she was pregnant with Neji’s child.
Five years after the delivery of Nabi Hyuga, Hiashi took Neji’s son under his wing to properly train him as a Hyuga. For the next four years, Nabi learned many skills of the secret ninja techniques of the Hyuga family from his grand-uncle. Noticing Nabi’s ability to quickly learn and apply his knowledge in training, Hiashi knew Nabi had the potential to become the next Hyuga heir. When Hiashi discussed it with the Hyuga elders, they vehemently disagreed, however Hiashi wouldn’t concede. And that’s the reason why they’re here today at the Hokage mansion.
Since everyone is in agreement about the future of the Hyuga family, Naruto’s boredom increased along with his appetite. Checking the orange analog clock on the opposite wall, he noticed it was five minutes till noon. Noon would mean they sat inside this bleak office discussing this subject for four hours. What more was there to talk about? They all came to a unanimous decision about the Hyuga family two hours ago. Naruto felt everyone was simply wasting time, precious time he could use to order takeout from his favorite restaurant Ichiraku Ramen.
“Since we’re all in agreement on this matter,” Shikamaru began, sensing Naruto’s weariness and discomfort. “I surmise Lord Seventh would like to dismiss the meeting.”
The blond’s head jerked at the mention of the ceaseless meeting finally concluding and he smiled genuinely at his friend. Naruto spoke to everyone in the room. “Since the matter’s resolved, I’ll close this meeting.” Looking at the clock again, he smirked when both hands rested on the twelve. “It’s lunchtime. Let’s all eat and relax.”
Everyone exited the conference room after Hinata gave them all hugs and Naruto gave them friendly farewell handshakes. Hinata followed her husband out of the meeting room and into his office because he stated he wanted to privately speak to her.
Standing near the doorway inside his office, Hinata clasped her hands in front her of her and watched Naruto take his seat behind his desk. She admired his profile appreciatively, always impressed with his perfect physique and boyish handsomeness. Even at the age of twenty-seven, Naruto carried a youthful, but mature air about him that always made Hinata blush. Gone was the spiky, messy blond hair that nested over his head. With his now close-cut, one could easily make out the hard planes of his jaw and chin, the unique whisker marks along his cheeks and his piercing blue eyes stood out more. The brunette could never tire looking at him and she often asked herself how did she get to be so lucky?
“Stand next to me behind my desk, First Lady,” the Hokage ordered in a calm tone.
Giving her husband a simple nod and gentle smile, Hinata did as requested. If she were still paying attention to his face, she would’ve noticed the wicked, playful glint in the Seventh Hokage’s eyes.
Standing to the left of Naruto’s chair the brunette grinned and asked, “You needed to speak with me Lord Hokage? And would you like some takeout from Ichiraku’s? I’m pretty sure you’re hungry, I’ll be happy to order some.”
Lazily smirking as he placed his right arm on his desk, the blond cradled his chin in his palm and told her, “It’s fine. Shikamaru’s ordering lunch. What I want to know is what are your plans are for today?”
“Oh, very well.” Clearing her throat, in her tender voice Hinata told her husband of the events she had lined up. “Today I have a speaking arrangement for Aburame-sensei’s class and afterwards Lady Yamanaka and I are taking the kunoichi on a field trip to the flower gardens outside the village. Lady Yamanaka plans to show them medicinal and edible herbs and how to properly use them for future missions after they graduate. And she intends to teach them about floral compliments and how to apply that knowledge to their ninja techniques, and I’m going to assist.”
Lady Yamanaka or Ino Yamanaka is the head of the Yamanaka clan. The Yamanaka’s are internationally famous for their proficient knowledge in mental ninja techniques. Ino Yamanaka also owns and runs a popular flower shop in the Leaf Village, Yamanaka Flowers. Because of her knowledge of flowers, the blonde clan leader was the ideal choice for the kunoichi field trip. And Ino wanted Hinata to assist her because the First Lady also has knowledge in the language of flowers and Hinata is a woman many young girls in the ninja academy admire and look up to.
“After the field trip Lady Yamanaka and I are…”
Naruto stopped paying attention to Hinata’s peripheral speech after he asked her about today’s plans. His mind meandered to other things as his blue eyes freely roamed over his workplace-professional wife.
Perusing over her attire, the Seventh Hokage appreciated the way Hinata’s two-piece lavender skirt suit molded against her curves. Underneath the blazer, Hinata wore a white collar shirt, lavender pearl cufflinks, white panty hose and navy, low-heeled pumps. An orange pin with the Uzumaki clan’s logo adorned the lapel of her blazer. Appearing as the ideal, proper village’s First Lady, Naruto could only think how sexy the raven-haired beauty looked to him.
The lavender in her suit, cufflinks and matching pearl earrings and necklace really brought out her unique lilac eyes. The white pantyhose and shirt perfectly accentuated the baby’s breath adorning her hair, which was styled perfectly in an immaculate bun. Sheer gloss coated Hinata’s lips and Naruto bit his bottom one, remembering how they tasted and felt against his.
It was the middle of the workday and already Naruto’s body reacted accordingly to his mischievous thoughts. Of course since his promotion to Hokage, the blond and his wife weren’t strangers to making love in his office. They’ve expressed their adoration for each other many times against his desk, on his desk, in his chair, against the wall…
And right now Naruto allowed his sexual instincts to override his logical judgment. He wanted Hinata at this very moment, but he knew taking her right now would be rash and imprudent. However, that didn’t mean he wasn’t allowed to ‘test the waters’ to rile her up and see how much he could get away with.
“You look really sexy right now, Hinata, y’know?”
The First Lady ceased her ramblings to stare wide-eyed and slack-jawed at her grinning husband. Her hands immediately flew to her face, covering her pink cheeks that signified her embarrassment. She pursed her lips in a straight line and swallowed hard to gather her thoughts. Coughing softly, the brunette told the Seventh Hokage sternly, “I do not believe this is neither the time nor place to make such statements, Lord Hokage.”
Ignoring everything else his wife said, Naruto focused on those two words that kindled his desire for her every time she recited them. “I never get tired of you calling me ‘Lord Hokage’. Remember that trip we took in the city last month? How I made you scream ‘Lord Hokage’ in our hotel room and fucked you hard? You told me you liked it, right?”
Hinata’s body heat and heartrate increased and she clutched the pearls around her neck to compose herself, to ward off the feelings of lust Naruto’s invoking within her. It was crucial to remain professional and poised right now because she did remember that night. It was a night she’ll never forget; it was a night both she and her husband discovered fledgling, erotic sides to themselves that neither of them knew existed. Ever since that remarkable evening in the city away from the village, the way they made love to each other changed forever. They both became more adventurous, less reserved and more carnal in their mating. A part of Hinata felt ashamed because she reveled in the dirty, sensual ways Naruto sexes her, but she always believed only whores who aren’t worthy of respect from men would enjoy such acts.
Naruto never disrespected her or treated her any different since that night in the city, and of course she knew he wouldn’t. He was always so attentive and tender to her after every episode, so compassionate and loving, Hinata often wondered if this was the same man who pulled her hair until her neck stretched and barked obscene things at her while he dicked her passionately. At times her own reservations and insecurities battled against her lust, her perverse enjoyment of their rough coition.
And right now, at this precise moment, the succubus and the angel of her conscience combated.
The brunette desired Naruto just as much as he wanted her. But as she stated, this was neither the time nor place for such activities. They would have all night tonight when Naruto leaves work and returns home. And from there they can make love in the most lascivious ways imaginable…
“Naruto!” squeaked Hinata when she felt him grab her hip and forcibly pull her forward to stand in front of him. “Wha-what are you doing?”
“Shh…” the Seventh Hokage cooed while his finger languorously traced the hem of her pencil skirt. “If you make too much noise, someone’ll hear us and they’ll come in here and interrupt us. You don’t want that now do you, First Lady Hinata?”
Gulping her reply, Hinata faced away from her husband and her lilac eyes widened in dismay when she realized they were in front of the large, floor-to-ceiling windows of the Hokage’s office. Anyone standing outside in the village below could simply look up and see Naruto sitting in his chair feeling her up. The brunette’s face burned in mortification and she looked down at her husband to beg with him again to cease his perverted ministrations.
“Naruto,” she whispered pleadingly although she knew he would ignore her now that he was focused on his wayward task. “Naruto please. I’m begging you. We’re in front of the window and people can see us, and—what?”
“Hmm… now let’s see what we have here…” Not caring about is wife’s objections—despite how logical they are—the blond callously lifted Hinata’s skirt to scrutinize what was underneath. His blood turned cold and if he was still the same perverted teenager studying under his late master Jiraiya, blood would trickle down his nose at the heavenly sight in front of him.
Instead Naruto remained unruffled, composed and placid. His chin still lingered, cradled in his prosthetic arm as his cobalt eyes leisurely examined his wife. Hinata wore plain white, cotton panties with a tiny, satin pink bow adorning the hem. The Seventh Hokage could’ve sworn he stopped breathing when he discovered his wife wasn’t wearing white panty hose—white thigh-high stockings covered her delicious, pale legs and attached to the stockings was a lace, lavender garter belt that made his dick twitch in his black pants and he wondered if her bra matched as well.
Looking up at his humiliated wife, the Seventh Hokage grinned maliciously and spoke. “Hinata, you’re such a dick-tease, y’know? You come in here looking proper, but underneath this you’re dressed like a naughty schoolgirl. You wore this just to fuck with me didn’t you? You knew I would get rock-hard seeing you wearing this, right?”
“No!” Hinata immediately protested with vigorous shakes of her head. “I-I didn’t wear this for you! I only wore it because—ooh!”
Thrusting two fingers against the crotch of her panties, Naruto was elated to discover Hinata’s underwear was soaked, staining the fabric with her natural honey. “Y’know? As much as you complained earlier I see you’re really, really wet, First Lady Hinata.” He smirked, rubbing the center of her panties furiously and thus coating his fingers with her secretions.
With every shove of his fingers against her soft, velvety core, Naruto swore his hardness increased by each inch. He was so turned on right now, the only thing he could think about was pushing Hinata against his desk and fuck her ruthlessly, making her scream until every worker in the Hokage mansion barged in the room to witness their coupling.
Another new discovery was made today and Naruto realized, along with being a sadist, he might be a bit of an exhibitionist. He never thought about it before but the idea that someone may catch them in the act aroused him immeasurably. His boxers were now strained and his pants were painfully constricted. The blond wanted to free himself and join his wife until they became one.
Hinata shut her eyes tightly, clenched her teeth and fisted her hands at her sides. She detested the way Naruto made her feel because she was enjoying everything he was doing to her. It was wrong—the angel in her conscience screeched at her that it was wrong and immoral and inappropriate. However the succubus of her conscience demanded Hinata to take action, make Naruto feel the same way and more, be more dominant.
Could she? Did Hinata possess enough bravado to fully take charge in their intimacy?
If she were honest with herself, she delighted in the ways Naruto conquered her in the bedroom. She loved being submissive to him, catering to his every sexual, salacious whim. But to take control? There were times she thought about it, but never acted on the impulses. There’s always a chance to change things, right?
Forgoing her thoughts for now, Hinata’s legs wobbled, trembling as her husband rubbed her erect pearl with his thumb which shook her nerves and made her body ache with desire. “Oh… yes, Naruto… More. More. More. I-I’m—”
In a flash Hinata’s body was pressed against the desk, her palms lay flattened against the wooden surface and her back arched prominently, thus pushing her backside in the air. Consequently separating her legs, the First Lady no longer worried whether anyone from outside could see them in the window. She yearned for her husband in this instant; a quickie would suffice until they’re able to make love all night later tonight.
At least, the brunette was resolved to give herself fully to Naruto until she looked up and noticed his office door was unlocked. Her eyes widened and fear made gooseflesh prickle her skin. The times they made love in the Hokage’s office, it was late at night, afterhours and Naruto was always careful to make sure nearly everyone went home after their work shifts. And the door was locked—always locked. But to do this right now in the middle of the day with the door unlocked? It was ludicrous! It was dangerous and careless and—“ohh! N-Naruto-o-o!”
Standing from his chair and folding his hands behind his head, Naruto squint his eyes, much like he used to do during his youth, and rubbed his pelvis against his wife’s soft bottom. Impishly grinning, his vision focused on the little white flowers pinned in her hair as he whispered throatily, “You feel that, Hinata? This is how you make me feel. I’m so fucking hard right now.”
Yes, the First Lady’s cognizant of that.
She definitely felt every inch of his length grinding against her backside, and it only aroused her more.
“I wanna take you like this,” Naruto continued in his lust-induced, raspy voice. “I wanna fuck you from behind and make you scream ‘Lord Hokage’ all over again.” Leaning forward so his chest pressed against her back, the blond cupped her heavy breasts in his palms and whispered in her ear. “I wanna feel you wet and tight all around me, and I wanna make you cum over and over again.”
Hinata whimpered responsively.
“But I know I can’t, not right now so,” standing fully, Naruto laced his fingers with his wife’s and helped her to right herself. He adjusted her skirt past her knees and smoothed away imaginary dust from her attire. Circling his arms around her waist, he kissed her cheek and told her, “Tonight; tonight I promise I’m gonna make love to you all night long, just the way you like it.”
The brunette threaded her fingers in her husband’s hair and ignited their kiss. It was filled with desire, hunger, intimacy and promises of their future, intense lovemaking.
And it was in that moment, Shikamaru opened the Hokage office door carrying a bag of takeout from Ichiraku’s.
Walking to stand in front Naruto’s desk, the shadow ninja smirked at the village’s royal couple and asked, “Is that why you sent me on a takeout mission, Lord Seventh? So you could kiss Lady Hinata?”
Quickly pushing herself away from her husband, Hinata’s face burned with humiliation, red as the carnations that they wore during their wedding. “S-Shikamaru! I-I’m sorry! We’re sorry!”
“Yeah, you got me!” Naruto scratched the back of his head casually and grinned, acting as though nothing happened. Even though Shikamaru’s appearance made his dick flaccid, and the blond was thankful for that.
Hinata was mesmerized by her husband’s nonchalance, his indifference. If one were to look at the Seventh Hokage, no one would suspect the affairs that happened in his office less than a minute ago. And it seemed Shikamaru only believed they were innocently kissing.
“I couldn’t resist,” the blond carried on without missing a beat. “My wife… she’s just so beautiful.” He looked at Hinata and was amused when she wasn’t paying him any attention. He knew her mind was focused on the what-ifs had Shikamaru entered only moments earlier.
If he came in here a few seconds prior, the First Lady mused in horror. The mere thought of their childhood friend walking in on them while they were in the office engaging in naughty things caused Hinata’s face to darken maroon. Her body heat rose and her heavy breathing increased along with perspiration dotting along her hairline.
Giving both gentlemen an apologetic bow, Hinata cleared her throat and told them, “It is best I leave now. I do not wish to keep Aburame-sensei waiting. Good day, Lord Hokage.” She faced Shikamaru and greeted him farewell too, ignoring the playful wink from her husband. “Good day, Chief Advisor Nara.”
“Milady,” Shikamaru nodded in response.
Hinata exited the uncomfortable office with as much dignity and tact she could muster, ignoring the sticky way her soaked panties melded against her cushiony womanhood. She’ll just have to make do and improvise, walk as normally as possible until her underwear dries.
After the door closed, Shikamaru humorously looked at his boss and said, “Even after eleven months of marriage, Hinata’s still shy about kissing you in public.”
“Heh, heh. Y’know that’s just Hinata being Hinata,” Naruto shrugged carelessly. Sitting down, he inhaled the delicious aroma of the food and reached for one of the takeout bags on the desk and ordered his advisor, “Pull up a chair and have a seat. Let’s dig in.”
*****
It was late evening and after her day with Shino Aburame and Ino Yamanaka, Hinata stood in front of the door to the Hokage’s office with bags of takeout from Ichiraku’s. She knew her husband was on the other side of the wooden frame working tirelessly at his laptop. Because of his strenuous, unpredictable work schedule, Hinata guessed Naruto wouldn’t make it home until sometime after midnight. She wasn’t sure if Naruto eaten since this afternoon, but thought it wise to bring him dinner before she returned home to prepare for bed.
Clutching both bags in one fist, the brunette raised her free arm to knock on the door but thought better of it. Her mind replayed the events of this afternoon and she frowned, pouting her lips childishly. What Naruto did to her today, how he made her feel, ignoring her protests and finding hilarity in her embarrassment; it was more than enough to make her angry—angry enough for revenge.
Hinata had a new resolve, a new determination to pay her husband back for his earlier antics. His miso pork ramen was quickly cooling inside the takeout bags while the First Lady thought about how she would devise her plan for vengeance.
The succubus of her conscience emerged, perching comfortably on her left shoulder to murmur words of advice to her host. Psst! Hinata! Remember when I told you to take charge? Give as much as Naruto’s giving you and more?
Obtusely the jet-black haired beauty nodded.
Good! Now listen to me very carefully and do exactly as I say. We’re gonna get him good!
For the next ten minutes, Hinata stood outside the Hokage’s door immersed in her own filthy contemplations of revenge against her husband.
*****
“Did you eat well, Naruto?” Hinata innocently asked from her seat across his desk, her own takeout tray empty after the delicious—yet cold—meal from Ichiraku’s. “I should’ve prepared something home cooked for you, but we both know of your unnatural affinity for Ichiraku’s.” She giggled and her husband joined her.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’m satisfied.” Naruto leaned back in his chair, returned her grin with one of his own and rubbed his belly. “That was the best!”
Rising from her seat, Hinata sauntered to her husband, locking her lilac gaze with his bright baby blues. “I’m happy you enjoyed it, Naruto.”
The Seventh Hokage’s eyes roamed over his wife’s frame again, smirking at the way her white button down shirt hugged her ample bosom, the lavender jacket hung on the back of her chair. Her tiny waist fanned out to wide, curvy hips he yearned to grab and caress but willed himself to be patient. They’ll make love when they’re at home. Right now he had too much work to catch up on tonight and he couldn’t afford any perverse distractions. But it seemed temptation is calling him because Hinata stood behind his chair and cradled his head, cushioning his head on her soft breasts.
Mentally kicking away any inhibitions and all shyness, Hinata mustered the courage to carry on with her plans. Placing two fingers in front of her, she whispered her family’s secret ninja technique, “Byakugan.” Her lilac eyes filled with chakra and she looked down at her husband’s shoulders and frowned when she noticed his stiff, tired, aching muscles. Charging her hands with blue energy, she rubbed his shoulders, massaging her soothing chakra into his skin.
Naruto lulled his head from side-to-side against Hinata’s pliant bosom, closed his eyes and moaned satisfyingly at her massage. “Wow Hinata. You sure do know how to spoil your man, huh?”
Leaning forward to trail light kisses against his neck and ear, the brunette cooed, “I love you, Naruto. It’s only natural I would want to give you my best.” Standing up fully again, Hinata slowly walked in front of her husband and leaned against the desk, examining her handiwork.
“How do you feel, Naruto?”
“Aw man, I feel… I feel gr—wait!” He tried to lift his arms but discovered he couldn’t because his hands were bind behind the back of his chair. Looking at his wife with panic-stricken blue eyes, the Seventh Hokage cried out “Hinata? Why? When did you…?”
Revealing a smirk that would rival Sasuke Uchiha’s, Hinata narrowed her eyes and replied, “It’s revenge from this afternoon. I told you to stop because what we were doing was irresponsible, but you didn’t listen.” Deliberately she walked towards him, swinging her hips with every step and feeling a new sense of power the closer she got to him.
Slowly, carefully unzipping her skirt, the First Lady spoke. “You’ve made it very clear you enjoy what’s underneath here, right?”
The blond only nodded.
Naruto was helpless—in a sense he didn’t want to change the course of the events happening before him. Both he and Hinata knew if he truly wanted to, he could break out of his binds without any effort. But this new, bold, confident, ultra-sexy side of Hinata he never witnessed before and he wanted to see how far she was willing to go tonight. So he settled comfortably in his chair to enjoy the show.
Allowing her skirt to pool at her feet, Hinata stepped from it and stood with her feet apart, revealing the undergarments that made Naruto insane with need earlier today. She smoothed her fingers along her upper thighs, over her hips to unbutton the bottom button of her shirt. “But you never got a chance to see what was under here, did you?”
Shaking his head, Naruto looked past Hinata for a moment to make sure his office door was locked. Confirming that it was, he silently thanked himself for closing the curtains earlier. This was their private moment and he didn’t want anyone to intrude on it. Focusing his blue eyes on his stripping wife again, the blond smiled lasciviously, curious to see what his usually diffident wife will do next.
Removing her shirt from her body, the brunette mentally cheered when she noticed her husband’s Adam’s apple bob viciously at her lingerie. True to his earlier hypothesis, Hinata’s lavender lace bra matched her garter belt and the pearls around her neck and ear. The lace barely contained the weight of her heavy breasts and the generous flesh nearly spilled from the fragile material.
After allowing her husband to consume her body with his eyes for several minutes, Hinata approached him and straddled his chair. Wrapping her arms around him, she leaned forward and licked the shell of his ear and whispered, “You should be taught a lesson, Naruto. You can’t always have your way. You have to consider my feelings sometimes too.”
“Hinata…” Naruto’s eyes darken from their vibrant blue to nearly black with arousal. He pushed his hips upwards to match the pace of her grinding thrusts against his groin.
For several minutes the Uzumakis sexed each other furiously through their clothes, feeling each other’s passion for one another and fueling the fire Hinata ignited between them. The sounds of their heavy breathing filled the air and the First Lady’s chakra-filled eyes focused deeply into her husband’s blue-black stare.
Slowly, carefully she unzipped his orange top and pushed the garment open. Surging more blue energy into her palms the brunette caressed Naruto’s pectorals and massaged his flesh deeply, allowing her salutary chakra to permeate into his body. Never ceasing her rotating hips against his hard length, Hinata licked the Seventh Hokage’s ear and trailed her tongue down his neck to flick it over the tight pebble of his nipple.
Naruto’s teeth sank into his bottom lip to keep from crying out and he vehemently thrust his hips upwards, determined to make Hinata feel every inch of his desire pushed against her. “Hinata,” he throatily whispered to his impish wife. “Release me.”
Circling her hands around Naruto’s neck, the brunette rubbed more of her chakra into his flesh and bounced against his lap, silently enjoying his gaze now focused on her jiggling breasts nearly falling from her lacy bra. “Not yet, Naruto. Tonight I’m teaching you a lesson and if I release you, it would defeat the purpose of the message I’m trying to convey.”
Lifting herself slightly from his lap, Hinata kept one hand on the back of Naruto’s neck and used the other to unzip his pants and free his erection from the opening in his ramen-decorated boxers. She charged her palm with chakra and grabbed his length, pumping her fist around his dick, sending more of her energy into his groin.
The Seventh Hokage’s eyes enlarged and his chin nearly hit the floor as he stared at Hinata. His heart raced, drumming almost painfully against his ribcage as he breathed heavily, barely mustering the air into his lungs to speak his words. “H-Hinata…? W-Wha-What are you doing…?”
Stretching her face into an even more lascivious smirk, the First Lady whispered, “Eight Trigrams, Sixty-Four Hand-jobs.”
Hinata pumped her fist against Naruto dick, using swift movements too rapid for the naked, untrained eye to see. Speedily the brunette fucked her husband with her hand, jubilated in the way his length twitched and throbbed around her fingers.
Naruto’s eyes rolled back and his head fell backwards against his chair at the sensation his wife was creating in between his legs. His body shook and his thighs quaked as he felt his release coming as fast as his wife jerked him. Groaning almost agonizingly, the blond’s hips involuntarily jerked upwards to match the pace of Hinata’s hand. He wanted to cum badly and he felt his seed nearly oozing from his tip. However before he would ejaculate the First Lady freed his length and squeezed his sac with her hand, using her chakra to prevent her husband from cumming.
Trying desperately to catch his breath, Naruto incredulously heaved at Hinata with wide, desperate. “Why…? Hinata I was almost there!”
Releasing her family’s technique, Hinata lovingly smiled at her husband and replied, “Not yet, Love. I only want you cumming inside of me.” She kissed him then, sliding her tongue past his lips to massage it against his.
Naruto matched the brunette’s passionate kiss with his own; their tongues and lips mingling, entangled in an erotic dance their bodies were only moments away from engaging in. Separating his lips from hers, Naruto asked, “Who are you and what have you done with my wife?”
Ignoring her husband, Hinata stood from his lap and slowly peeled her panties from her body. The Seventh Hokage nearly salivated like a drooling canine when his eyes zoomed in on the clear trail of fluid that flowed from his wife down to her soaked undergarment. His heartrate amplified and beads of sweat dotted his forehead. His rigid dick stood at attention, thick veins bulging from the skin and ready to join his wife.
Again, Hinata unhurriedly strolled over to Naruto before settling in his lap. Reaching in between them, she separated her folds and sank onto his erection, coating him with her wet desire.
“Shi-i-it… Hi-na-ta…” he growled low and sexily in the air. “So warm… so tight… and wet…”
Rocking her hips steadily against him, the First Lady licked her lips and said, “Tell me how you want it, Lord Hokage. Do you want it slow like this?” The brunette grinded firmly in his lap, squeezing her inner muscles to the point where Naruto choked at the unbearable pleasure.
“Or,” she bounced hard in his lap, not giving him a chance to reply before quickly slapping their bodies together. The wet sounds of their lovemaking reverberated from the walls of his office and Hinata kept her inner muscles clenching him with each deep, firm push of her hips.
“Do you want… it fast… like this… Lord Hokage…?” she panted, riding Naruto like a champion equestrian.
“Yeah… like that Hinata…” Naruto breathed, meeting her rapid pace with his own. He felt the head of his dick stroke her inner crevice, pushing through her tunnel until his tip collided against her cervix, knocking at her G-spot until she cried out with desire.
Slowing the pacing of their lovemaking, Hinata clutched Naruto’s shoulders and whispered, “No… no N-Naruto… You can’t… you can’t control this. This is… this is your p-punish-ment…”
The blond smirked at Hinata trying to voice her protest because he could tell her resolve was slipping. A few more strokes are all it would take to turn things around in his favor. Patience was never Naruto’s greatest virtue, but he wanted to prolong this event just to see what else his wife was going to do.
Guiding their lovemaking in the exact opposite way her husband requested, Hinata rode Naruto slow, moving her hips backwards and forwards, slathering his length with her molten passion.
Never breaking her rhythm or her eye contact, Hinata reached behind her to grab Naruto’s Hokage hat which was placed at the side of his desk. She told him in a low, sexy tone, “Y’know? Since I’m the one who’s in charge tonight, I believe I should be the one to wear this.” She placed the red-and-white hat atop her head and smiled earnestly at her husband. “And you should call me ‘Lady Hokage’.”
Naruto squirt droplets of his pre-cum inside his wife when he absorbed the sight of her rosy lips smiling underneath his hat. Her eyes and nose were obscured due to the hat being too large for her, but right now it didn’t matter to the Seventh Hokage. She looked absolutely stunning riding him, grinding her wet walls on his dick and her lips separated into the loveliest smile he’d ever seen her wear underneath his hat. It was too much for the blond to take and in that instant he broke free of his restraints and reached for Hinata’s hips.
“Forgive me, Hinata,” he told her before lifting her nearly off his lap and slamming her hard on his dick again.
“AHHHHH!” The couple cried out into the air at the feeling of Naruto’s rough, hard sexing. Using one hand, he ripped Hinata’s bra from her body and leaned forward to bury his face in between her bosom.
“Ha, ha! Hee, hee!” Hinata giggled at the ticklish feeling of Naruto nipping and sucking her breasts. She was thrilled, a new wave of excitement rushed over her when Naruto literally ripped her garment from her body. He’s never done that before, not even during the times when he took her without abandon and care. More thoughts of Naruto tearing her clothes from her frame as he fucked her spontaneously made her core drip, suffocating her husband with her passion fluid.
Crudely grabbing her ass cheeks, Naruto continued to relentlessly fuck his wife, smashing her body down onto his as his hips caught every single one of her movements. “That’s it baby,” he breathed in his husky voice against her chest. “Fuck me, First Lady Hinata.”
Tossing her head back and making the Hokage hat slide from her head, Hinata groaned out, “Ohhh… You’re too much for me, Naruto…”
Hinata leaned back and cupped his knees with her palms, using his body as leverage to accelerate her pace as she jerked her hips forward, erratically thrusting in his lap. Her orifice secreted more of her natural honey and her thighs shook around his waist. She was on the verge of climaxing and she wanted him to cum with her.
“Let it go, baby,” Naruto rasped as he licked at a hardened nipple. “I feel you inside, shaking around me. Just—oh shit!—let it go, baby!” He could hardly contain himself as he stroked deep within her, relishing in the feel of every crease, every clench of her muscles massaging his dick.
Moving her body at top speed, she smiled when her breasts bounced in his face and he nuzzled them like an infant seeking comfort in its mother’s bosom. “I-I’m there Naruto!”
“Me too, Hinata! Oh shit!”
Together they came, their fluids stirring and mixing, creating sticky love-puddles in their laps. Naruto’s fingernails dug excruciatingly in his wife’s backside as his body jolted and rippled while his sac contracted. He emptied his seed into Hinata, holding her body down until she absorbed every drop until he was completely out.
Naruto’s arms fell at his sides and he reclined in his chair, exhaling heavily to catch his breath. Hinata fell forward to relax her body against his as she too, gradually came down from her euphoric high.
Pressing her bare breasts against his bare chest, Hinata closed her eyes and rested her head underneath Naruto’s chin. Steadily her breathing returned to normal and she waited a few minutes until she had enough energy to speak. “Naruto? I do love the way you’re so wild and carefree with me, but sometimes I would like… Naruto? Naruto?”
The First Lady lifted her head to stare at her husband in utter disbelief. The Seventh Hokage’s neck was bent at an uncomfortable angle, his eyes were shut and his lips were agape with a bit of drool escaping the corner of his mouth. She felt his breathing even out against her chest and he was snoring softly, lulled securely away in dreamland.
Cutely frowning at her husband, Hinata climbed out of his lap, careful to not disturb him. Adjusting his head so it rested comfortably in his chair, the brunette gathered her clothes and put them on. Giving Naruto a quick peck on his forehead, the First Lady exited his office to return home where she’ll be waiting for him.

And for those who asked, I revised “Lord Hokage”. The scene with the Clone is longer and so is the sex. I hope you enjoy. Next chapter is “Wrap”.
P.S.: Since Kishimoto’s Icha-Icha reveal in The Last novel and rumors of the creation of a third NaruHina child, I’m seeing more NH prudes trying to jump on the NH Smut-Lovers Bandwagon. The same prudes who looked down on proud NH perverts and ridiculed and judged us now wanna act like they were here for NH’s fuck-fest all along. Nope. The bandwagon’s full. We don’t need or want you here.
P.P.S.: The ‘Eight Trigrams, Sixty-Four Hand-jobs’ was the idea of a member of Naruto Forums NH Fan Club who spoke openly about it. I wish I could remember that person’s name to give them credit. I haven’t been back to that FC because they’re a bit too prudish and close-minded for my tastes.
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