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Lord Hokage	By : EroPrincess Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 35728 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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A lot of people liked “The First Lady” and “The Director’s Cut”. Funny. I didn’t care for either of them. Oh well. Before I forget, I created a NaruHina Smut-Lovers blog on Tumblr. Check it out!
Here’s “Wrap” inspired by a few headcanons I received from reviewers and Anons on Tumblr who wanted NaruHina bondage. And I think it’s about time there’s more NH bondage. I’ve read many NH smut fics throughout the years and I’ve only ever stumbled upon one NH bondage fic! That. Will. Change. Now!
And there’s a certain Anon from Tumblr who sent me a NH headcanon about Hinata writing her dirty fantasies with Naruto in her diary and Naruto stumbles upon her written smut. You know who you are and if you’re reading, this is for you.

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: Hinata’s all tied up and Naruto won’t set her free.

Warning: I’m aiming to make this more explicit and descriptive than “Lord Hokage”. Same warning applies: if you’re reading this on FF. net then it’s edited—extremely edited! Click on the links in my profile for the unedited version.

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“Tie me upside down…” Janet Jackson
How did I end up like this? Hinata mused as she looked up at her grinning husband under hooded, pearl, lavender eyes. Naruto hovered above her naked as she was, squeezing her boobs in his palms and thrusting his dick in between her round, pliant breasts. He gently titty-fucked her bosom, slipping his penis in between the globes of flesh. The Hyuga clan’s ointment—the ointment that carried so many memories of their years of knowing each other—moisturizing her breasts made the pushes of his erection in the valley of her tits easier to penetrate.
If she could she would do something to get back at her husband for this salacious, indecent act. But she couldn’t because she was currently tied up—wrapped like a gift for his sole enjoyment. Secretly the First Lady reveled in the Hokage’s unorthodox, unpredictable actions, but she’ll never voice that aloud. Her bashfulness and diffident nature wouldn’t allow her from the sheer mortification at the thought of her husband’s reaction. However that point was moot: Naruto knew anyway, otherwise right now he would not be straddling her midsection working his length sandwiched in between her breasts like he’s pushing in and out of her pussy.
Hinata’s knees were spread open like a book with the pages exposed; the words clearly visible for all to see. Her elbows were tied to her knees and the binding tying her down wrapped around her wrists which were crossed over her head and tied to the headboard. Even if she wanted to shut her thighs she couldn’t. Not only did the binding prevent her from doing so, but Naruto used his clan’s infamously strong chakra to keep her body anchored and spread. Her body was coated in a soothing, warm, white glow that relaxed her, even if she was a bit nervous given their situation.
Oh! And the binding she’s wrapped in? Her limbs unnaturally connected like a pretzel and thighs separated just as wide?—it’s the red scarf she handmade for him when she was eighteen and he was nineteen.
The scarf she created with her own hands to physically exemplify her unconditional love for him, he uses it as a binding to recreate one of her fantasies.
To answer her initial, mental question: How did I end up like this? Hinata’s mind replayed the events from earlier this morning…
*****
The shower in the bathroom was running as Naruto undressed in their bedroom to step into it. Hinata quietly wrote in her diary as she sat on their bed. In it she jolted down secret fantasies she wanted to explore with Naruto. Of course they were secret because she didn’t have the nerve to tell her husband about her lascivious reveries. And yet, although he’s never seen what she’s written, Naruto knew Hinata’s diary is where she recorded her lustful thoughts of the two of them.
Many times Naruto tried to persuade Hinata to let him see what she’s written. And every time was unsuccessful. Although he never showed it, Naruto was a bit hurt because he felt Hinata didn’t trust him with her secrets, even after years of knowing each other and eleven months of marriage.
Hinata constantly reminded Naruto she didn’t keep these secrets from him because of a lack of trust—it was quite the opposite actually. She knew the moment Naruto discovered her dirty fantasies he’ll make every effort to bring them to life. And it would be too humiliating for the brunette to witness and endure her dreams in real action time.
“Fine,” the blond huffed exasperatedly with his hands on his hips and pressing his lips together in a childish pout. “I’ll let it go—for now. Now…” without warning he scooped his wife in his arms bridal style to carry her to the bathroom with him. “Take a shower with me.”
Her diary and pen fell unceremoniously to the floor and the brunette burst into a fit of childish giggles. “Naruto!” she whined playfully as she smacked his arm and a pink blush sprinkling her cheeks. “I’ve already had my shower!”
Her impulsive husband shrugged carelessly. “So? Take another one. I want you in there with me, Hinata. I finally get a day off from work and I wanna spend every minute with you.” Leaving no room for arguments or protests, the Hokage entered the bathroom with his wife in his arms.
An estimated hour later Naruto’s finger traced the outline of Hinata’s shoulders as she slept peacefully next to him. They made love underneath the spray of the showerhead and again in their bed. His blue eyes intensely watched as her chest rose and fell with every breath she took, her pink, full lips parted and her cheeks flushed with a tender blush. He tucked a few strands of her onyx hair behind her ear and kissed her softly on her neck before climbing out of bed. What he was about to do would haunt his conscience, however he told himself it was a duty as a loving and devoted husband to fulfill his wife’s every desire.
Looking down at the carpet there it was—the diary that held so many of Hinata’s dirtiest, sexiest fantasies of the two of them. The open pages of her erotic memoirs staring up at him and silently calling out, ‘Read me!’ All he had to do was pick up the book and read what his wife wrote about them. Sure it would be a betrayal of her trust, but the left side of Naruto’s conscience assured him she broke their trust first by not divulging this intimate information about them to him.
And that thought is what motivated Naruto to pick up his wife’s diary and read the contents of her musings.
His cerulean eyes circled, widened with every word he read, every page he flipped, shocked his seemingly pure, innocent Hinata could even conjure up fantasies as explicit she described them in her diary.
A sliver of drool slid from his bottom lip as Naruto held her book under his eyes. They narrowed with mischief as thoughts of bringing Hinata’s fantasies to life flowed through his imagination like porno projections on a movie screen. This afternoon’s going to be fun; he’d make sure of it.
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So how did Hinata end up wrapped in her beloved red scarf tied to their bed, open and exposed while her husband used her breasts to get himself off? The short version of the story: Naruto sexed her so good this morning she fell asleep and he used that time to read her diary.
“Wow Hinata,” Naruto husked in the air. His ocean eyes were shut in concentration and he bit his bottom lip, reveling in the new feeling of her large pillowy tits surrounding his length, keeping his hard dick trapped in their soft, warm confines. “You should’ve told me before you wanted me to do this to you. Fucking you like this… it feels like heaven, y’know?”
Oh the brunette knew alright.
Having her husband’s cock wedged in between her breasts was an unfamiliar, but welcomed feeling for the Hyuga. She never even knew this type of sex existed until one night out with her girlfriends and they discussed the act of titty-fucking. It was Tenten’s suggestion to get Naruto to make love to her breasts and with a red face and several stumbles of her words, Hinata vehemently refused to partake in such action. But ever since that night of sexual gossiping Hinata was curious about it so she wrote down the sexual act in her diary, along with a few other sensual things her friends blabbered about.
And now here she was, panting and moaning the Hokage’s name in the air as she felt every ridge, vein and bulge from Naruto’s rod ramming in between her breasts. The roll of his sac against her upper torso felt like a soft massage against her heated skin.
And Naruto didn’t bother trying to hide the fact he read her diary while she was asleep; he constantly reminded her, letting her knew he’d do anything to please her and make her happy, and she shouldn’t be ashamed of what she wanted from him.
Pumping himself in her tit-valley faster, the blond released a guttural moan from his throat, looked down at his gasping, shivering wife and said, “I’m gonna bust. Where do you want it, Love?”
Fluttering her lavender eyes close to shield her vision of her wickedly handsome husband and to cloak her own embarrassment, the First Lady heavily breathed out, “On me. I want to feel your cream… on my stomach and… and in between my… thighs.” This was all her fault. If she never allowed Naruto to seduce her so he could get a hold of her diary, he never would’ve known she loved the feeling of his warm essence splattered on her body. The brunette didn’t know which she preferred more: his jizz filling up inside her or slathering over her. Both soothed her like warm milk relaxing an insomniac.
Smirking down at his beautiful, timid wife, Naruto obeyed and removed his length from her breasts. He held himself in his left hand and pumped his base hurriedly until he expelled all over her waist, immediately filling up her navel and watching as his seed dribbled down her hips. Separating her folds with his prosthetic hand, the Hokage finished ejaculating against her pink slit, smothering her nether lips and clit with his semen. And the sight never looked more divine to him; Hinata’s lips coated with his thick liquid reminded him of peaches covered in smooth cream.
“I don’t think I ever told you this before, but you have a pretty pussy, y’know?”
“DON’T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT!” Hinata opened her eyes and shouted at her husband, her face now brick-red with humiliation from his lewd compliment. “It’s embarrassing!” She yearned to shut her legs to keep Naruto from staring in between them, but the damn scarf and his chakra kept her from doing do.
“Pfft!” the blond scoffed at his wife’s absurdity. “No it’s not. I mean it Hinata. Your pussy’s beautiful. Every part of you is beautiful.” Just as Naruto was about to continue fulfilling many of Hinata’s fantasies, his cobalt eyes crossed and he gritted his teeth as his lower body clenched painfully. Doubling over he groaned, “Babe, I’m not finished shooting. I got more.” Swiftly inserting himself inside her, Naruto’s body jerked and spasm until every dribble, speckle and drip of his essence filled her to the brim. He kept his solid length inside her, pushing all of his wetness into her so it wouldn’t leak out.
Moaning noisily and rolling her head against the pillow, Hinata squealed, “More! Yes Naruto! I want more!”
Pursing his lips to keep from groaning out in pleasure as he slowly slid from within her dewy, warm cavity, the Hokage whispered, “And I’m gonna give you more. Right now.”
Lying so he was face-to-face with her dripping womanhood, the blond used his left index finger to lightly feather-caress her lips, coating his finger with both of their juices. He grinned as he watched Hinata’s thighs shiver from his touch and used that sign as permission to continue further.
Trailing his finger from her lips down to her sopping hole, briefly Naruto inserted his digit and circled it along her inner walls to wet it. His wife’s soft, erotic cries of passion were music to the Hokage’s ears. He quickly finger-fucked her but only momentarily—he had other plans.
Continuing his journey down, Naruto’s lips spread into a grin of satisfaction as he finally discovered his destination: her anus.
While this wasn’t part of his wife’s many fantasies, it was one of his. One day while on a guy’s night out at a strip club in the Land of Vegetables, Kiba filled his mind with how exquisite the feeling of anal fucking is and it piqued the blond’s curiosity since. He knew if he proposed the idea to Hinata she’d turn him down immediately. But this afternoon she was in no position to protest—literally. His Uzumaki chakra and the red scarf she knitted him kept her from moving. Since fantasies were being played out, Naruto surmised now was as good of a time as any to fulfill his.
Using his wet finger to damp her entrance, his digit pushed against her forbidden hole. The Hokage asked Hinata, “How does that feel, Love? Does it feel good?”
The jet-black-haired beauty’s pearlescent eyes misted with pleasure as she stared at the ceiling and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. She didn’t want to admit it—would it be wrong to confess she loved feeling her husband’s finger rimming against illicit territory? It never occurred to her having Naruto play with… that… part of her body would make her feel oh so good! Instead of replying, the First Lady whimpered sobbingly.
Languidly, carefully Naruto pushed his finger inside Hinata’s ass, ceasing his thrust at about an inch as he choked on air at the feeling of her anus dangerously squeezing his digit. Her ass was snugger than her pussy and the tightness of her hot hole made his dick jerk and pre-fluid shoot from the opening of his tip.
“NARUTO-O-O…!” the brunette screamed to the heavens above. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
I’m wondering that myself, Naruto told himself mentally. Swallowing his anxiety and replacing it with cockiness he answered her simply, “You.” Regaining his lost composure, the Hokage continued. “It’s not fair,” he pushed his finger deeper into her, stretching her; “only your fantasies get fulfilled today.” Naruto shoved himself into her more until his finger was completely submerged in her sizzling orifice. “What about mine, Hinata?” He curled his finger, tickling the cushioned walls of her anus, thus increasing his wife screams of passion.
“B-But… i-it’s… it’s dirty!” Hinata rasped from her hips, her voice nearly gone from her shrieks at Naruto’s actions.
Tickling her insides some more, the blond grinned perversely and replied, “But your pussy’s soaking, Love. I wish you could see yourself right now. You’re so fucking wet, y’know? Do you want me to stop?” He really didn’t want to end this passionate afternoon, but to ensure his wife’s comfort, he would. Nothing mattered more than Hinata’s wellbeing and if his anal ministrations made her uncomfortable, he would terminate this interlude.
Her lavender eyes focused on the orange curtains that covered their bedroom window and she felt ashamed because she didn’t want Naruto to stop. She liked it, she really did and that knowledge scared her. She would see herself as a dirty girl, the complete opposite of the way she was raised by her father. She wasn’t supposed to enjoy such lascivious acts and yet, she did. What would everyone think of her if they were to find out?
After several minutes of not getting a response from his wife, Naruto began to slowly pull himself out of her. “I’m gonna stop, Hinata. I see you’re uncomfortable with this. Don’t worry, I won’t try this again.”
And in that moment when Naruto started to wrench his finger from within her, Hinata cried out “NO!” and her body responded in a way the couple never expected: she squirted.
Clear fluid jetted from her body in the air like a geyser with drops landing in Naruto’s hair, on her inner thighs and their bed. “Please don’t stop, Naruto. I-It… it feels really, really good,” she whined like a child whose favorite toy was about to be taken away.
The Hokage was enthralled from the sight he just witnessed. Feeling his wife’s orgasm as she writhed underneath him or in front of him was one thing, but to observe with his very own eyes, watching her pussy drip like a running faucet made his control snap. Removing his hand from her ass, Naruto grinded his dick against her pussy, coating his length with her juices, saturating himself with her cum.
“Dammit Hinata!” he croaked. “I can’t wait! I’m gonna fuck you in your ass!”
He pushed the head inside her hole, sighing ardently as her body stretched to accommodate his cock. Naruto felt more of his pre-cum bursting inside his wife and he clenched his teeth at the sensation, loving already the feeling of her tight ass suffocating his dick.
Hinata’s breath hitched in her throat at the new feeling of her husband inside… there. So far he hasn’t moved an inch and surprisingly she didn’t feel uncomfortable or any pain down… there. The brunette felt completely fulfilled like never before. It wasn’t unpleasant; it was the contrary. She wanted her husband to move, to push himself deeper until he was fully sheathed. And she voiced her desires to her man.
“Heh, alright,” the blond acquiesced. He pulled out slightly and pushed himself deep inside her again. Her elicit moans urged him to repeat his actions until he was fully buried, the coils of his blond hairs tickling her backside.
Moving against her ass slowly, tenderly, Naruto clutched her thighs, smirked naughtily and asked, “You like this? Being tied up while I fuck you in your asshole? This feels good to you, don’t it? This is the kinda girl you really are, huh Hinata? A dirty girl?”
“No-o-o…” the First Lady drawled out at her husband’s accusations. However her body responded differently; her pussy soaked their bed with her juices and her heart thrummed mercilessly against her ribs, indulging in Naruto’s crude words and crueler sexing. “I-I’m not a dirty girl…”
With his eyes rolling at the back of his head, the Hokage dug his fingers in her thighs and grunted out, “Yes. Yes you are, Hinata.” His thrusts sped gradually, increasing his own pleasure with every push of his dick in her derrière. “And I like it. I like how dirty you are. Now say it,” he commanded authoritatively, looking down at her as he bum-fucked her.
Wishing she was able to shake her head ‘no’ and at the same time rake her nails down his back, Hinata denied his allegations. “No… I’m not a dirty girl. I-I’m not…” her words trailed off when she felt a firm, hard push of Naruto rod inside her that made her cry aloud. “Oh god!”
“Heh, yes you are.” Naruto purposefully slowed his strokes, telling his meek wife, “I’m gonna stop if you don’t say it, Love.”
Tears of pleasure streamed down her cheeks and the brunette whimpered, begging, “Please, Naruto. Don’t stop. I-I’ll… I’ll say… it.”
Ceasing his thrusts altogether, the Hokage’s eyes locked with his wife’s and he ordered her one final time. “Say. It. Hinata.”
Thickly swallowing the humiliation she felt, Hinata was willing to undergo it just to feel him push inside her one more time. “I-I’m a dirty… girl…” she softly whispered in the air.
Naruto pumped himself in her again as slow as the words escaped her lips. “Tell me again. Tell me how dirty you are.”
“I’m… I’m a dirty girl…”
His thrusts increased, nevertheless he wasn’t satisfied. Hearing Hinata softly tell him she was dirty wasn’t good enough. He wanted more. “Say it louder. I wanna know you mean it.”
Biting her trembling lower lip, Hinata’s pearl eyes fixed on her husband’s deep blue irises. Her heart felt like it would burst from her chest because the palpitations made her feel like she finished an excruciating training regimen. Sweat dotted her forehead and her eyes feel close before she firmly voiced, “I’m a dirty girl!”
Naruto fucked Hinata in her ass crudely, speeding his thrusts with every cry, every shout from his wife. “Say it again! Keep saying it!” he barked at her.
“I’m a dirty girl! I’m a dirty girl!” the First Lady repeated unapologetically. If she was able to move, she’d tug and tear at the scarf keeping her confined and clutch her husband, holding him for dear life. She ached to circle her limbs around his body as he piston relentlessly within her, and yet, she cherished how completely helpless, how completely vulnerable she was to him. It made the passion of their lovemaking intensify when Naruto took full control and dictated their fucking.
“Fuck, Hinata!” Naruto laid his body flat against Hinata’s, holding her large breasts as he gripped them firmly. He pumped himself deep in her recklessly, getting off from her vulgar admission alone. Licking and biting her shoulders, neck and cheeks, he told her, “I want everyone to hear you! Let everyone in the village—fuck it!—in all the nations hear you!”
“I’M A DIRTY GIRL! NARUTO I’M YOUR DIRTY GIRL! I’M A DIRTY GIRL!” The raven-haired beauty’s voice bounced from their bedroom walls and she was positive everyone in the Five Great Nations heard her cry. And it didn’t matter, not one bit because she was no longer ashamed of her desires. Naruto gave her the confidence to realize it’s okay to have salacious needs and still be true to yourself. Having intense wants doesn’t make a person less than another person, and Hinata felt lucky to have a husband who not only understands, but went out of his way to ensure her every want, her every need would be gratified.
The Hokage growled sexily in her ear, “Hell yes!” His hips moved at daring speeds and he relished the feeling of her warm cum as she squirted for a second time against his stomach. His body continued to move, thrust, push, pull and even after his wife came Hinata kept whispering, “I’m a dirty girl” over and over until he spilled inside her.
Naruto pumped against her ass hard, filling her hole with his seed until he was fully spent. Releasing his chakra hold on her and untying the scarf from her body, Hinata locked her ankles around his back and sat up, clutching his neck and the back of his head.
“Oh, Naruto,” she breathed whether from their intense, fanatical lovemaking or from the sensational feeling of him pulling out of her, he didn’t know or mind. “That was…” she pressed a finger against her lips and told him. “I want… I want more.” Her backdoor was sore and she didn’t care. Her body was achingly tired and she didn’t care. She came hard—twice—and she didn’t care. Surprisingly enough, she wasn’t satisfied and she needed more of husband inside her.
Playing with the strands of her waist-length, jet-black hair, Naruto adorned her neck with butterfly kisses and said, “Tell me what you want, Love.”
Smoothing her hands over his back, Hinata smiled and replied, “I want you to make two shadow clones. And I want all three of you… at the same time.”
Jerking his head up at his wife’s extreme, overly-sexual request, the blond’s eyes brightened and he asked, “Are you sure?”
Biting her bottom lip, the First Lady nodded and answered, “I… I want you to tie me up again. Tie my hands… behind my back.”
Naruto’s dick became as hard as steel at the thought of his wife wanting a three-way gangbang with him and his shadow clones, but who was he to deny what she sought after? That was the entire purpose of this afternoon, to unashamedly release your fantasies and indulge in them. “Heh, my dirty girl.”
Giving her husband a light peck on his lips, the brunette nodded again and agreed before folding her hands behind her back, prepping them to be tied with the now desecrated scarf. “Yes. I’m your dirty girl.”
Lifting his fingers to his face, Naruto spoke. “Multi-Shadow Clone jutsu.”
Throughout the rest of the afternoon Hinata enjoyed the indescribable feeling of having all three of her holes filled with her Narutos. Underneath her, Clone Number 1 gripped her hips, his upward thrusts in her pussy making the First Lady’s thighs quiver and shake with pleasure as she rode him. On his knees in front of her, Clone Number 2 clutched her head, pulling her hair and pumping his dick in her wet, warm mouth. He loved the way her tongue swirled and licked at his shaft. He wanted her to play and fondle his sac to intensify the feeling, but her wrists were tied behind her back, keeping her hands restricted. And finally Naruto, her husband, her lover, her only love, ploughed his fingers in the generous, fleshy cheeks of her ass while he fucked her bum like a crazed lunatic.
This afternoon was so much better than the time they spent at the hotel last month. Better than the time when Shikamaru nearly caught them together in the Hokage office and even better than the time she extracted revenge on Naruto, jerking him off with her clan’s jutsu, tying him up and riding him until he lost control.
Yes. None of those times or any other time they made love could ever compare to this moment. She and her husband were truly free to be themselves in the privacy of their bedroom without hang-ups or limitations. And as all three of her Narutos pulled out, laid her body on the bed and covered her pale skin with warm, gooey cum, one thought entered Hinata’s mind, When will we do this again?

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