To commemorate NaruHina becoming canon in Naruto, here's my smutty contribution. This is my first NH fan fic and I'm going to be brusque—if you're looking for a cute, innocent, vanilla-sprinkled lovemaking scene staring our favorite couple—you won't find it here! I'm extremely perverse, which is why it's taken me this long to finally write a NH fic. So many sweet and innocent NH lovemaking fics exist out there and I didn't want to add another. I saw no point. What I have in store for NH, I wouldn't call it "lovemaking". Again, to be brusque—Naruto's going to fuck Hinata relentlessly like there's no tomorrow. You've been forewarned, so don't cry in your comments or reviews about how out of character Naruto and Hinata are. If you're looking for fishcakes and sunbursts, go somewhere else—now! And with that said, on with the fic!

Oh, and I don't have a beta-reader so forgive any grammatical errors you may find.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor am I affiliated with the series. It belongs to Mashashi Kishimoto and VIZ Media. I'm not making money from writing this story.

Summary: Naruto loves it when Hinata screams out "Lord Hokage" during their lovemaking.

Warning: This story is heavily edited due to ff. net's rating restrictions. However the links to my Tumblr and AFF. org profile is available in my FF. net profile. There you'll find the unedited version of this story.

Lord Hokage

"I got your legs spread all over the bed…" – Avant

Nude, sweaty and expended after many rounds of lovemaking, the Seventh Hokage looped his left arm around his wife's torso. Together they lay in bed, tangled in sheets while he donned his Hokage robe, staring up at the mirror embedded in the ceiling of their hotel suite.

Hinata Uzumaki sighed contentedly as she laced her fingers with her husband's bandaged ones. She took time to peruse her reflection in the glass above her. Lying with her back against Naruto's chest, Hinata gently smiled at her jet-black bangs being stuck to her forehead, dampened with perspiration. Her hair splayed across his chest, full cheeks flushed rosily with a soft blush that spread from her face down to the tops of her generous, curvaceous breasts. Luscious, pink, pouty lips released another coital sigh when she felt her husband's calloused fingers slither from her stomach lower to the junction of her thighs.

Unlocking her fingers from Naruto's bandaged hand, Hinata's eyelids prettily fluttered closed when Naruto slowly, tortuously rubbed her. Using her now free hand, Hinata rubbed her right breast; filling her palm with the supple flesh and tweaking and pulling her rosy nipple in sync with her husband's ministrations.

"N-Naru-to…" she breathed into the air. Intense shockwaves coursed through her body from the sensitive nerves of her nub to the tips of her fingers. "N-Naru-to… this is too much. I-I still haven't r-recovered…" Speaking coherently became a taxing chore for Hinata. Naruto's wandering fingers provided a welcoming distraction from voicing her concerns as she concentrated on feeling the Hokage's fingers deep in her womanhood.

"Shh…" the Seventh Hokage cooed in his wife's ear before giving the shell a light flick of his tongue. "Just relax. Enjoy it, Hinata, y'know?"

Hinata's heavy chest heaved as she breathed deeply, instantly relaxing under her husband's touch. "Mmm…" Relishing the feeling of Naruto's rough fingers as they piston against her, Hinata's lavender eyes immediately opened. Staring at the ceiling, her face darkened crimson when her husband used his right hand to tear the sheets from their bodies. With his left arm coated with an orange aura, he used Kurama's chakra to continuously stimulate his wife. The warm sensation in between her legs created from Kurama's chakra made Hinata squeak with immense pleasure.

"Lord Hokage—" feeling embarrassed from her blunder, the onyx-haired beauty quickly covered her mouth. In the presence of the villagers Hinata was Konoha's First Lady, the Seventh Hokage's wife. In public she addressed her husband as such—for political reasons. However in the privacy of their room, those two words never escaped her lips; even after Naruto made love to her countless times wearing only his Hokage robe. She always thought he looked sexy in his Hokage attire and Hinata finally voiced it, instantly prompting Naruto to make love to her in his ruby and white garb. Tonight while the newlywed couple took their mini-vacation in the city away from the rigors of the suburbia politics of Konoha, Hinata accidentally allowed those words to slip.

Removing her hands from her lips, Hinata immediately corrected herself. "I-I mean… Naruto… that feels—"

Grinning sexily in her hair, the spontaneous, outspoken blond heard his wife loud and clear. Hearing her soft voice refer to him as 'Lord Hokage' in bed kindled a deep desire within him. He couldn't quite figure out what it was. Naruto only knew he wanted his honey-voiced wife to call him 'Hokage' in the midst of their coupling. The mere thought turned him on with devilish eagerness. More of Kurama's chakra seeped from his left hand to pleasure his wife. Using his bandaged hand to caress and fondle Hinata's breasts, Naruto's raspy voice husked in her ear, "Say it again. Call me 'Lord Hokage' again."

"Naru-to… ugh…"

Naruto inserted two fingers into his wife. Pumping them slowly the Seventh Hokage nibbled Hinata's ear and husked again. "Say it; call me 'Lord Hokage'."

It was difficult to concentrate on the way Naruto's hoarse, sexy voice demanded her to speak of his well-deserved title, and the salutary warmth of the Fox's chakra seeping into her. Hinata felt dizzy and her thighs quaked with passion. Her lavender eyes rolled in the back of her head as her hips involuntarily pumped upwards to match her husband's invading fingers.

"N-Naru-to… I can't… Too embarrassing… but… so good… ahh—"

Naruto, at this moment, understood his awakened desire—he wanted to completely dominate his wife; to have her subjugate to his every whim. He wanted to role-play, making his diffident wife as his willing subordinate while he barked orders as the authoritative Hokage made him rigid.

This new desire to conquer the goings-on in their bedroom excited the Hokage one-hundredfold. Every time they made love, Naruto made sure to keep their coital activities mild. He always was amicable, careful to not be too fast or rough, making sure Hinata smoothly felt every inch of his desire entering her. The soft flicks of his tongue tracing delicate patterns on her body, his fingers gently grazing her supple flesh seemed to be more than enough for his easy-to-please wife. And if she was satisfied, so was he.

But not tonight.

Tonight the Seventh Hokage wanted more; no more lovemaking. No. Tonight he wanted to fuck. Naruto wanted to hear Hinata scream his title to everyone in the city of Konoha. He wanted to ruin her—to see her lithe body and creamy, milky skin bruised from their rough sex. Looking up at the mirror above them, his azure eyes took in the sight of his mate.

Her pearl eyes were closed and her lips were parted in the tiniest "o", releasing cute, passionate moans. Hinata's jet-black hair laid spread across his chest and Naruto had to fight the urge to pull the silky strands in his fist.

Oh fuck! Was Naruto a sadist?

"Dammit Hinata, just say it." Naruto growled sexily in her ear before chewing firmly on the lobe. "Tell me what I wanna hear." His bandaged hand freed her breasts and joined its twin in the apex of his wife's thighs. Naruto charged his right hand with Kurama's chakra and speedily rotated her nub between his thumb and forefinger as he increased the pistons of his left hand. "Mmm, shit Hinata! God, why do you do this to me, y'know?" his words were muffled against her skin. "Why do you make me feel this way?"

Hinata's body trembled, coming close to the verge of convulsing. Never before did her husband speak to her a depraved manner during their intimate moments. Nevertheless his touches and crude words made the First Lady quake with yearning—no matter how hard she tried to rebuff it.

Opening her eyes to look at the ceiling, Hinata's lavender gaze caused her breath to lodge in her throat and her red face darkened burgundy. In the reflection of the mirror, her eyes met her husband's, but she barely recognized him. Naruto's once bright blue irises were now a deep blue-black with desire. His blond brows furrowed in deep concentration and his lips were separated in the most salacious grin she'd ever seen. His devilish smile made her heart drop to her knees. Hinata's blood turned cold, whether with apprehension or anticipation, she didn't know but the way her body persistently moved in tune with her husband's told her the unspoken truth:

She was excited.

Hinata was excited for whatever her husband planned for tonight. Gooseflesh prickled her skin and more sweat soaked her bangs. But this excitement to make love to her husband surpassed any eager feelings to feel him deep inside her in the past. No. Tonight there was a telepathic understanding between the newlyweds—Naruto wanted to govern their lovemaking. Naruto wanted to break her down and build her up again; he absolutely wanted to turn her out. There was only one question on the First Lady's mind:

Was she willing to acquiesce?

"If you don't say it, I'm gonna stop." Naruto's gruff voice released Hinata from her mental turmoil. She didn't want him to stop. His fingers assaulting her, adding the Fox's chakra to stimulate her made her toes curl against the bed and her thighs spasm responsively.

Hinata's lips parted wide to cry out, "No Naruto—I mean, Lord Hokage! Don't stop! I-I'm close… so close!"

Got her! Naruto triumphantly thought with a naughty, widespread grin against her neck. Sucking on the delicate flesh, the Seventh Hokage bit down, marking her. This maneuver elicited a deep, guttural groan from the First Lady and he felt her nimble fingers circle around his wrists, keeping his hands in between her thighs.

"Lord Hokage," Hinata shut her eyes and whispered breathily to her husband, no longer bashful from reciting his title. "I'm almost there. My body's ready."

Above his body, Naruto felt the shudders and tremors of his wife's oncoming orgasm. He sped his fluid movements, his fingers attentively drove Hinata to the breaking point. He wanted to prolong his release; however the feeling of his wife's lust-induced body and listening to her pants, moans and cries of yearning drove him to the point of no return.

Hinata's legs thrashed wildly above him and her cries became more urgent. Her nails dug in the flesh of Naruto's wrists while her hips violently raced upwards, matching the pace of his invading hands. Just a little more, Hinata told herself as she bit her bottom lip, her mind a cloudy haze of lust.

Before she could enjoy the waves of her release, Hinata squeaked in surprise when Naruto flipped their bodies over. She was face-down against the lush pillows of the hotel suite. The Hokage's heavy body pressed firmly against her back, keeping her rooted against the plush mattress. "Lord Hokage… W-What's g-going on…" Hinata's gentle voice trailed off and she bit deeply into the pillow when her orgasm overwhelmed her entire body.

He burst at that very moment.

On his knees above his wife after retreating Kurama's chakra, Naruto looked down at Hinata and sexily grinned when she crossed her thighs, grinding out the last remnants of her orgasm.

Lifting her head from the pillow, the First Lady curiously looked over her shoulder with lust-darkened eyes and spoke. "Naruto—" Blushing pink at the stern look he gave her, Hinata immediately corrected herself. "I mean, Lord Hokage, what are you doing?"

Giving a luscious, full cheek a firm smack, Naruto answered his wife's question brusquely. "Minding my own business, y'know?"

"Oooh…" Hinata's soft voice moaned at the stinging sensation reverberating from her backside. Never has Naruto treated her body like this and she was discovering how much she enjoyed his naughty play. Hinata never knew there was a submissive woman buried deep in the recesses of her soul, but now the discovery was made. And with that discovery she knew her husband was going to exploit it with every chance he could. Knowing this made her inner walls constrict responsively, anticipating on many nights like this in the future.

Clutching the pillow underneath her, the raven-haired beauty replied with a ruby blush, "I-I like that. Do it… again…"

Naruto's demonic smirk spread widely, stretching his face with extreme perversion. "Feh," he snorted, refusing his wife's request. "Hinata," he scolded. "By now you should know how to address me appropriately. I won't do anything until you speak to me properly."

"Lord Hokage," she breathed heavily. "Again! Spank me again!"

He acquiesced to his wife's request. Giving her bottom a few more firm smacks, the erotic sounds of Hinata crying out drove him completely insane with need. His blue gaze focused on his handiwork: her ass cheeks red from his smacks—a stark contrast against her translucent skin. Hinata's body never looked more alluring to him than right at this moment.

Without warning, Naruto grabbed Hinata's hips and raised the bottom half of her body in the air. Leaning forward, his arousal-dark blue eyes studied her womanhood, tempting the Hokage to devour her with all the hunger he felt deep in his core.

Gripping the pillow harder, Hinata brazenly requested, "Let me taste you! I wanna taste you too, Lord Hokage!"

Removing his hands from her body, the Seventh Hokage brought them together to form his world-famous hand sign. "Shadow Clone jutsu," he whispered.

Hinata didn't have time to register what he said before she looked up at her husband wearing his Hokage robe standing in front of the bed. But how could that be? Naruto can't be in two places at one time!

"N-Naruto…?" The First Lady meekly asked before realization hit her tenfold.

No matter how many times she witnessed it, Hinata continuously marveled at her husband's indefatigable stamina. How he managed to make love to her throughout the night, work her body over again and have enough energy to summon a Shadow Clone will remain a mystery. The First Lady was already spent, her energy depleted from their never-ending night of passion. It was only her immense desire, her intense arousal that kept her from passing out.

"Heh, you said you wanna taste me, right Hinata?" the Clone asked in a devious, amusing voice. Climbing on the bed, the Clone lifted Hinata's head to position himself between her face and the headboard. "So taste me. And it's Lord Hokage," he reminded her firmly. "If you forget again I'm gonna have to punish you."

Hinata could've sworn her heart stop beating altogether. For the second time that night gooseflesh pricked her skin, this time from nervousness. But Hinata knew she couldn't voice her irresolute concerns. That wasn't part of the game. She willingly became the obedient lover to her dominating husband, even if her husband equivocally took her request out of context… sort of.

"No matter what I do or how I make you feel…" she husked at the Hokage's Clone. "I need you to… remain still. Don't move."

The Clone took this time to concentrate on remaining still; a salacious idea entered his mind and he figured out how to take control of his wife again. The Clone concentrated on gathering as much energy from the atmosphere. Operation: Sage Mode was underway.

Naruto read his Clone's thoughts and smirked. She wanted to prove she could control him as much as he could control her.

The First Lady looked up and it took everything in her to keep from choking because of the Clone's changed appearance.

The Clone's eyes were surrounded by a deep shade of red. His irises changed from deep blue to gold and his once-round pupils how lay horizontally. Hinata swallowed thickly when realization hit her: her husband's Clone entered Sage Mode. The course of their lovemaking would undoubtedly change from this point forward.

In a dangerously low voice the Clone husked, "I'm close Hinata. Finish me off."

"B-But I… How can I handle you in Sage Mode?" she panted. I can barely handle Naruto making love to me by himself, she told herself.

Smoothing her silky hair from her face, the Clone smirked deviously, "Don't worry, Hinata. Trust me."

Not giving his wife a chance to reply, Naruto dispelled the jutsu, making his Clone disappear in a white cloud of smoke. In doing so his body entered Sage Mode. Along with his strength, his arousal, his hungry need to join his wife intimately increased by eons.

"Brace yourself against the headboard, Hinata," he throatily warned his wife. "This is gonna be rough, hard and fast. I can barely contain myself."

Hinata felt her husband grip her, deeply plowing his fingers in her flesh and undoubtedly leaving bruising hand prints against her skin. Taking heed to his warning, the First Lady held tightly to the wooden headboard. Arching her back she whispered, "I'm ready, Naruto. Take me."

Collapsing heavily on top of Hinata's sweaty, sticky back, Naruto's tired muscles anchored his wife to the bed. He breathed heavily, his lungs taking in as much air as possible to regain his strength. Smoothing his hands down her sides, the Seventh Hokage leaned against her neck and breathed, "Hinata you're amazing, y'know? That was the greatest."

Too tired to reply, the First Lady's head rested on the pillow, enjoying the feel of Naruto's rhythmical heartbeat against her back. She allowed the feeling of his feather-light neck kisses to lull her to sleep.

About a half hour later, the newlywed couple woke from their post-coital slumber. Sometime during her nap, Hinata mused Naruto must've switch their positions because she now lay on top of him and his Hokage robe covered their bodies like a makeshift blanket. Stretching her body, Hinata traced lazy patterns against her husband's chest. "That was wonderful Naruto," she rasped, her voice nearly gone from the endless screaming throughout the night. She lay sprawled over his torso, their legs locked in an intimate embrace and their racing heartbeats returned to normal. "We should have more nights like this."

Lifting his head from the pillow, Naruto looked down at his wife, surprised by her comment. "Heh, you don't say, hmm?" Grinning as he imagined more nights like the one they shared, he fisted her raven strands and brought them to his nose, inhaling her sweet aroma. "I agree. Tonight was wild!"

Placing gentle butterfly kisses along his neck and shoulder the First Lady stated, "You don't have to be so gentle with me all the time, Naruto. My body can take it. I like…" trailing off, Hinata closed her eyes as a blush heated her face from what she was about to admit.

A blond brow inquiringly lifted and Naruto encouraged Hinata to continue. "Tell me. What did you like?"

Reaching underneath him, Hinata clutched Naruto's shoulders for support before admitting, "I like… I like how rough you were with me."

Relaxing his head on the pillow again, Naruto looked at the mirror in the ceiling and laughed at his wife. Feeling her chakra rise with anger, the Seventh Hokage quickly assured his wife he didn't mean anything from his laughter. "You're so cute when you blush. I love it."

"And I love you, Lord Hokage."

"Heh, heh… C'mere!" Pulling her body flush against his, Naruto cupped Hinata's cheek and pulled her forward for an alluring kiss that revealed all the love he had for her. Pulling their faces apart he said, "Thank you for loving me, Mrs. Uzumaki." A worried expression creased his features and immediately his hands smoothed tenderly over the roundness of her backside. "I didn't hurt you too bad, did I?"

Chuckling humorously against his lips, the First Lady confessed, "I-I don't think I'll be able to sit down for an entire week." Laying her head against his neck, she continued. "I'm still a little sore back there."

Naruto uncaringly guffawed at his wife's admittance and gave both of her ass cheeks a loving squeeze. "Aw you'll be alright," he spoke in that happy-go-lucky tone that made her heart pitter-patter against her ribcage. "I promise to take good care of you. And you know I can use Kurama's chakra to heal you in a jif, y'know?"

Lifting her head from his neck, Hinata looked into her husband's eyes and spoke. "Naruto, I—"

Cutting off her words, the Hokage gave his wife another intense, passionate, loving kiss. Separating their lips he husked, "I love you, Hinata. Believe it." Lacing their fingers together, Naruto kissed the knuckles of Hinata's left hand, his lips pressed against the solid gold band on her finger.

Tears of joy threatened to spill from her lids, however Hinata blinked them away. "And I love you Lord Hok—" grinning cutely at her mate, she corrected herself. "I mean, I love you too, Naruto."

Switching the position of their bodies so her back lay against the mattress, Naruto hooked Hinata's legs in his arms and inserted his hardness deep inside her, unhurriedly this time.

This idea came to me when I was discussing the perverted things NH would do in their bedroom in the Naruto Forums NH Fan Club. I pissed off quite a few members with my depraved head-canons. (shrug) I hope you enjoyed it. Maybe I'll turn this into a series of one-shots featuring Hokage-Naruto and First Lady-Hinata. Who knows?

P.S.: And Hinata wasn't stuttering in this story because… well… she used to stutter. She was stuttering because of the intense passion her husband made her feel. I hope that was understood.