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Secret Book Of Desire by Lady Hinata Uzumaki Chapter one
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Being Hokage was killing his sex life. Naruto Uzumaki slammed his stamp down on yet another mission report, jaw clenched so tight it ached. His chakra crackled with frustration, a pulse of heat rolling off him as he tossed the file aside. The desk was a disaster empty ramen cups, crumpled notes, coffee-stained folders and yet the real mess wasn’t the paper trail.
It was his marriage.
He hadn’t touched his wife in over a year. Not kissed her the way she liked. Not held her in bed. Not worshipped her body the way she deserved. Not because he didn’t want to. God, no If anything, he craved her more than ever. But between the crushing weight of his duties and the silence growing between them, Hinata felt... distant. Like she belonged to a past version of him a version that wasn’t buried in paperwork and suffocating under guilt. He hadn’t cheated. Never even thought about it. The idea disgusted him. Brothels? Mistresses? That wasn’t him. Why chase cheap imitations when the only woman who ever made his heart race and his cock throb was the one already wearing his Mother ring?
But it didn’t matter.
He had failed her anyway.
Naruto leaned back in his chair, eyes burning from lack of sleep, heart sore from the ache of longing. The Hidden Leaf wasn’t so hidden anymore. It had become a bustling city, a village of legends turned tourist destination. People came to take photos near the Hokage Rock, to hear stories about the Great Ninja War about him, Sasuke, Sakura, Shikamaru, Tenten, Choji, and others who had shaped the world.Lee and Shino trained the next generation. Sasuke wandered the world, still making a difference. But Naruto? He hadn’t seen sunlight in three days.
The worst part? he had missed Himawari’s birthday. He could still hear Boruto’s voice furious, cracking with emotion as he slammed the office door open, scattering mission scrolls and ink everywhere. “You’re the worst father ever,” Boruto had screamed. “Sasuke’s a real hero. All you do is sit here and pretend to care. You didn’t even show up.” Hinata didn’t yell. She never did. That was somehow worse. Just one look soft, sad, like her heart had cracked a little more and he couldn’t breathe. That silent disappointment haunted him more than any battlefield.
Naruto buried his face in his hands. “I really fucked up,” he muttered. He missed Hinata, He missed them, he Missed everything that used to matter more than this damn duties as Hokage, but change was coming.After weeks of pushing, Shikamaru had finally convinced the Council to let Kakashi step in as acting Hokage part-time. For the first time in years, Naruto had something precious as Fridays and Sundays off. Time to breathe. Time for his family.
Time for Hinata, She was so patient, so forgiving. Even Hinata had limits and he had crossed them.Now? He was going to fix this, He just needed one chance and maybe a miracle. Tomorrow was his first Friday off, and he have been looking forward to surprising Hinata maybe with takeout from her favorite place, or even just a quiet night with their daughter, curled up on the couch like old times. He stepped into their home and called out, “Hello!” as he kicked off his sandals.
Silence.
The lights were dim, the living room empty. His heart sank. It was already 7:00 p.m. He frowned, activated Sage Mode, and reached out with his senses. A familiar warmth hit him across town: Hinata and Himawari, seated at a restaurant… with Kiba and Shino. Right. Shino’s birthday, Of course. Naruto sighed. “So much for a warm welcome.” He stripped down and headed into the bathroom, letting the hot water wash the day off his body. Muscles relaxed. Mind didn’t. Even when he wasn’t at work, he still wasn’t really home. He was a ghost in his own life.After the shower, towel slung low on his hips, he walked to their shared walk-in closet. He reached for a clean shirt and that’s when it happened.
A brown shoebox fell from the top shelf, hitting the floor with a thump.Something lavender slipped out.A small book, light feminine and familiar. Naruto froze, the scent hit him instantly lavender and something softer beneath it Hinata ? He bent down and picked it up. The front cover was embossed in neat, careful script:
This Book Belongs to Hinata Uzumaki.
I’m writing this to express desires I can’t say out loud. Not even to Naruto. Desires that scare me. That thrill me. That leave me aching in bed at night, too ashamed to speak and too needy to forget.
Naruto’s breath caught, his fingers twitched. He shouldn’t read it, he knew that. But... how else would he ever know what was really going on in her head? He turned the page.
Hidden Desire #1
I want Naruto to break.
Not from stress. Not from duty. From lust.
I want the man the world doesn’t see. The one who fights like a god and fucks like he’s starving. I want his anger. His need. His beast.
I want him to slam me against a tree deep in the forest where no one can hear me scream. I want the bark digging into my back, his claws at my throat, his voice low and growling as he calls me a bad wife his bad wife.
I want him to spank me until I cry, until I beg. I want the sting to bloom across my ass, to feel the raw, primal weight of his dominance. I want him to tell me I’ve been neglected too long and that tonight, he’s going to remind me who I belong to.
I don’t want soft. I don’t want sweet.
I want the Nine Tails in him unleashed.
I want his fangs grazing my neck. His chakra flaring like wildfire. I want the ground to quake beneath us as he takes me hard, rough, merciless like I’m the last thing keeping him sane.
I want to sob his name, not from pain, but from pleasure so sharp it borders on unbearable. I want to feel ruined. Marked. Owned.
And when it’s over, I want him to look at me like I’m his addiction.
Because I am.
Naruto’s cock throbbed beneath the towel, straining so hard it bordered on painful. His hands trembled as he stared down at the little lavender book, his breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts. Heat rolled off his skin, his pulse pounding in his ears.
This....this is what she wanted? Not sweet kisses. Not soft whispers in the dark. Hinata wanted to be choked, spanked. Taken in the forest like a wild animal. She wanted the Nine Tails, the beast. The side of him he had always buried to protect her. Hinata his wife, The gentle, quiet woman who blushed if he stared too long at her thighs… had written this. His chakra flared unintentionally, responding to the vivid images now imprinted in his mind her on her knees, cheeks flushed, voice raw from screaming his name. She wanted him to call her a bad wife. To growl,to punish her, To take her until the ground shook. He was rock-hard now, the towel barely concealing the evidence. His hips twitched forward without meaning to, desperate for friction, for release, for her. He groaned low in his throat and quickly slammed the book shut, the scent of lavender still clinging to his fingers.
“Fuck,” he whispered, chest heaving. “Hinata…” His mind was spinning he was horny, shock, guilt, confusion. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to kiss her or pin her against the nearest wall and ruin her for anyone else. Then the creak of the front door broke through his haze.
They’re home.
Panic surged, He scrambled to shove the book back into the shoebox and kicked it deep into the closet, heart thudding against his ribs like a drum. The towel slipped, hanging dangerously low as he yanked on the nearest shirt, barely managing to cover the tension in his body. He was flushed. Half-wet from the shower. And still hard achingly, throbbingly hard.
How was he supposed to look Hinata in the eye now?
How was he supposed to pretend he hadn’t just read her most explicit, desperate fantasy and nearly lost control because of it?
He wasn’t sure what would happen next.
But one thing was certain.
He could never see her the same way again.
As Naruto stepped down the stairs, Himawari ran straight to him, her little arms wrapping tightly around his waist. “Hi, sweetie,” he murmured, ruffling her hair. She beamed up at him, eyes bright, full of innocence completely unaware of the storm inside him. Hinata appeared from the kitchen, blinking in surprise. “Oh! Naruto, I didn’t know you’d be home. I can make you something, if you’re hungry. Or… are you just here to grab clean clothes?” That hit harder than he expected. He blinked at her, the soft flush in her cheeks, the way she stood there in her simple dress, completely unaware of what he had just read. She looked perfect. And yet she’d asked that like it was normal. Like that was all he ever didcome and go like a ghost. A dull ache throbbed in his chest.“No,” he said, voice low. “Actually, I’m upset.”
Hinata’s expression shifted immediately, her eyes widening. “Oh… I’m so sorry, Naruto. I would’ve cooked for you. It’s just it was Shino’s birthday and I didn’t think”
“Yeah,” he cut her off, voice cool. “You didn’t.” Her breath hitched. The words struck her like a slap. She looked down, the warmth draining from her face, lips parting slightly in confusion and hurt. Gods, it hurt to look at her like that. She’d never disappointed him before. Not like this. But he needed her to feel this moment. Just like he had when he read every filthy, beautiful word she’d written about him. “Hinata,” he said firmly, “I’m taking the day off tomorrow. I want you to pack up Hima and take her to your father’s. I need to talk to you. Alone.”She stared at him, startled. “O-okay,” she said softly. “Yes.”
Himawari let go of Hinata’s hand and ran back over. “Bye, Daddy! I’m going to see Grandpa and Auntie Hanabi.”
“Bye, sweetheart,” Naruto murmured, brushing her hair back. He watched as she dashed off, completely unaware of the intensity filling the air. Hinata turned at the door, glancing back at him uncertain, a little shaken. He didn’t say anything. He just met her eyes.And when the door clicked shut behind her, Naruto exhaled the breath he’d been holding. His shoulders dropped, his jaw clenched, and his mind spun. He had never spoken to her like that before. Never let the Hokage voice bleed into their marriage. But tonight changed everything.
Tomorrow, he wasn’t going to ask her what she wanted.
He was going to show her.
That hidden desire?
She was going to feel every last word.