Madara Uchiha
Madara Uchiha, your husband as of two weeks now, found out something about himself recently. It came as an accident. It wasn’t even sexual to start with. It had been prior to your wedding, when the two of you were getting ready to go meet with your parents for dinner plans and discuss the upcoming wedding and times for it. He had stepped out of the bathroom after having applied cologne and was fastening the watch on his wrist when he caught you bending over in front of the mirror. It wasn’t intentional. Just being in your underwear, that blue set he had bought you one day thinking it would look good on you (he was right), had caught his attention. He was a simple man after all. But it was the image of being able to see not just your front as you bent over to face him while you tried to dig through a bag for the make up you had recently bought, but it was the fact he could see the details of your exposed ass in the mirror. And his own reaction. He could see just how hungry the simple sight managed to get to him and the seed for the thought was planted.]
Less than a week ago he had divulged once again.
You had been riding him in the bed and it was also unintentional that while your eyes were closed and he had fisted his fingers through your hair to pull you back so he could take a breast in his mouth he spotted the two of you in the mirror. Not even just that, he spotted how the length of his cock shining with your creamy slick disappeared back into you. Something about the image and witnessing how your ass jiggled when he jerked you down a little harder than intended against his lap had his balls tightening up sudden enough he had to slow your pace or risk finishing suddenly. His eyes met his own over your shoulder and he made a motion of licking up your breast and to your neck, watching the mark he left through the mirror against your throat.
He was hooked.
“Like this?” You were settled across his lap and smelled like that shampoo you had bought. The shower had done nothing for the two of you except promise what was to come, hands dancing over each other until the two of you could barely focus to rinse the soap from your bodies. Now mostly dry he had brought you to the end of the bed, where he had seated himself with his legs spread so your own could rest over his thighs. The length of his cock pulsed where it was nestled against your folds, slick already coating the length of him where he had been rolling his hips in a grinding motion. Your cheeks were hot and you hesitated to actually look at the mirror he had taken care to position earlier that day. His intentions had been clear the moment he dragged you to this position and he had never been more grateful that you were so eager to try something with him. Even with that shy glance that you couldn’t hold back as your eyes fluttered down. It made his cock twitch once more and he couldn’t help the delicate kisses at your neck. Madara was a big man overall, tall and wide and with enough room for you to hold onto his legs or arms even seated on him like you were. His hair was pulled back to keep from sticking to the two of you in a loose tie and one of his hands had already started to rise to massage a breast.
“Perfect.” He muttered in that low, eager tone he reserved for moments like this and you shivered in his hold and against him. His fingers curled to pluck and tug at your nipple and he felt when your cunt clenched above him. A preview of what was about to be enveloping him and he bit his lip to stifle the grunt. His eyes never fell away from the mirror. Even when his free hand slipped over your thigh to pull the foreskin of his cock back and reveal that flushed, thick tip that leaked. Even when his hand fondling your breast urged your up enough that he could just push the tip against your hole and feel how you were already swallowing him up. Clenching onto him like a vice that didn’t want to let him go. That initial pop of pressure when the entire length of him was finally pressed in, breaching that tight hole and urging him in until he couldn’t fit further and your ass was digging into his groin. Your head fell back at that initial feeling of fullness.
His eyes never left the mirror and how your slick dribbled around his cock and mixed into the curly pubes just over his sack. His eyes never moved when he lifted you with both hands and watched how he was pulled out just to the tip where he could almost pull out completely, almost. Then he dropped you down slowly and watched how you stretched around him.
It felt like the wind was knocked from him at the sight of it, eyes fluttering when the image of him pushing so deep, so far into you almost choked him. Your hands were clenching at his thighs and your moans were against his ear, picking up sound once he picked up the pace for you. That slick turned creamier as he began to fuck you earnestly, his legs parting further to get a proper stance as he began to thrust up into you. It required him to bring one hand back and balance against while the other held you to him, but it didn’t matter.
At this angle, he could still see it all.