It was about eleven-twenty to eleven-thirty… well maybe closer to midnight, but it really didn't matter. The village was at a standstill with a vast majority of the people having long settled in for the night. There were a few late-nighters still up by the candlelights still flickering in a few of the residences you strolled by on your way over to your lover's office… but that also was something that you weren't concerned about.
The lanterns that villagers left outside as a means to illuminate the pathway gave you the confidence to walk a bit faster towards the determined destination you'd set for yourself the moment you left your shared house. You were eternally grateful for the few stratus clouds that cast a darkness upon the Earth's surface and allowed you to move in the shadows. The attire you'd chosen for the rather bold shenanigan you were about to pull had been one of Madara's Uchiha cloaks; long forgotten in favor of a newer one you'd put together for him as an anniversary gift one year.
The garment swallowed you.. at least in length. The article came to your ankles, but the sash you wore to keep it in place accentuated the voluptuous body you'd be blessed with. You figured your husband would… appreciate the way it hugged you so well, but in the current moment you were scurrying along the path just to go visit your partner.
Thankfully the remainder of the trek wasn't long, and the chill that had been causing the exposed skin of yours underneath Madara's mantle to shiver, a poor decision on your part, but a treat for him, could be swiftly dealt with. The distant rustling of the treetops were the last thing you heard before you entered into the radio-silence of the building that your impassive husband was working in. The outlying shine just down the hallway to your left from Madara's own source of light was the sole indicator as to where he was… and to where you were eagerly, yet anxiously beelining to!
The scratching of the Uchiha's pen against paper could be distinctly heard from behind the door, no doubt another correspondence letter, as the groggy man was beginning to wonder if finishing the paperwork was really worth the massive headache he'd get from the chewing-out he'd receive in the morning if he didn't do as he was… 'instructed' by the village's elders. In fact, once Madara sensed the intimately familiar chakra signature of yours he was even more tempted to forsake the damned letter for the night.
"You should be asleep, y/n." The amused Uchiha chastised you through the door to make you aware that there was no real sense in sneaking around anymore. You were tickled pink, embarrassed that he'd called you out so promptly and you clicked your tongue to smother any rebuttal you might've shot back… much to the dismay of Madara that was purposely looking to make a rise out of you, Not tonight, not when you'd gathered the courage to come here altogether!, "Well, might as well come in…" He called out to you, inviting his partner into his office space with a gentler tone he reserved for you and you alone.
With the surprise of your visit only being half tarnished, you elected to enter the room and discover what has been keeping your husband so late. It was nothing new to find out that it was just… another letter. With the influx of clans merging in and joining the newly established 'hidden leaf'; or, Konoha, as Madara would say with unbridled pride. The name had been a brain child of his, and like all of his accomplishments throughout his lifetime naming the village was easily one of the top five things he would boast about with everyone… but especially with you.
The open merriment that your husband sometimes exhibited had you fondly smiling as you recollected the few sensitive moments that had made you fall in love with the phlegmatic man to begin with, lighting closing the door behind you with a faint 'click' to let you know it shut properly. Madara's Sharingans were already activated by the time you'd turn around to greet your husband in a more 'appropriate' manner, and under anyone else's gaze the calculating Uchiha's stare would've had them desperately trying to look away.
Not you, though. Not after the countless times you spent getting hopelessly lost in them. You didn't even feel intimidated when Madara set his pen down after the drawn out sweep he did of your body given the fact that one of his mantles was the sole thing decorating your body… and he didn't really need his visual prowess to know that that was the only thing that you were wearing.
"My my, was I taking too long, y/n?" Madara teased, cutting directly to the meat of why you were there in the first place. He'd been married to you long enough to understand and acknowledge the indicators that you were… in the mood, so to speak. Why else would you be confronting him under this false coyness you were attempting to pull off? It was only logic, and especially after copious nights being elbow-deep in paperwork had kept him from the warmth of your embrace through the night for about a week now. You were definitely warranted to come seeking some relief for your desires, and Madara wasn't going to say no to you. Not when he craved you as well!
"You know I have needs, Madara. I shouldn't have to come and beg for it." You were, also, swift to be more direct with your added sassiness only flaming the embers of the Uchiha's growing arousal as well, "Yet, here I am… requesting your presence." You were a smidge icy for having to ask for sex from your husband… and the remark was met with a smoldering glare from Madara.
"Watch it woman, don't forget, you're asking me for a favor…" Madara silenced your prattling with a rich growl as he perfectly matched your energy. Just another reason you married each other, you supposed… Even with the simmering frustration, the Uchiha couldn't be mean to you for long… especially as he saw the recoil, and tiny pout, your face contorted into when he hissed back at you.
It wasn't fair to you when all you'd been looking for was his time, and if he had to admit it… The sentimental man had been missing your presence, too. Madara ended up scooting until he was relaxing nonchalantly against the back of the chair. The piece of furniture was leather and served the primary purpose of preserving heat during the winter months (which was the current season!), along with the spare blanket he kept behind his desk for overnight stays. Other times, the chair was utilized as a means to amplify your arousal after discovering you liked the way the texture dragged against your skin while doing the nasty. Tonight was of importance after having partially neglected his duties as a husband by being away for a majority of the week, and Madara was willing to cut out a chunk of his time to ensure that you still felt his love.
Patting his thigh was the singular motion he made to gesture you over, and the reserved Uchiha head almost released a contented sigh when he could visibly see the indications of stress and frustration recede from your form before accepting his invitation. The leg you straddled to take a seat on was toasty as it came into contact with your own warmth, and in the few seconds it took to firmly grasp your hips with your own arms encircling around his neck Madara had already begun to subconsciously press his thigh further into your core. The closeness was welcome, and there was no need to say anything just yet with the way you and Madara were admiring micro details about the other.
Madara could only restrain his hands from roaming for so long, and after a moment of the Uchiha utilizing his Sharingan to etch into memory the way your lips were just slightly parted, the way your h/c tresses framed your face much like a curtain he had to peek into…and how those doey eyes of yours looked at him as though he hung the moon.. well, he was more than ready to start being frisky, "My, my- what's this?" Madara purred in that velvety smooth register you'd fallen in love with so many times over. His eager, largely calloused, hands had done their rounds massaging tender circles into the hipbones he'd been holding onto at first and had gradually traveled downwards to brush along the silkiness of your legs.
The more Madara pushed back the pesky fabric of his own clothing you'd chosen to wear, the more the amused Uchiha was beginning to piece together that his wife hadn't bothered to put anything on beneath it. You had been preoccupied combing your fingers through the massive jungle of inky hair he had, and relaxing to the sensation brought about by his skin brushing yours that you failed to notice the devilish smirk Madara had been displaying. The ministrations elicited a brisk flinch from you, followed closely by a slight squirming motion…and being flustered about the remark only seemed to spur Madara to indulge in himself a smidge more.
"I couldn't help it… it's all I've been thinking about lately, love.." You sheepishly responded once you found the right words to say despite almost not even being able to formulate a cohesive sentence, and Madara hadn't even begun his teasing yet. Madara released a rumbling chuckle about the same time his crimsons were shimmering with childlike glee over the entire situation, and the war-worn hands of his that had been fiddling with your legs moved around to take purchase at the small of your back in order to pull you up a bit higher onto his thigh.
"Is that so? So indecent for me.. but I suppose it is my fault for leaving you yearning for me, hm?" Madara teased, one of his hands gliding up to entangle in your soft tresses and encase you in a sort of embrace so that you were inches away from being smooshed against his chest. The heat rolled off of your excited husband much like hotspring steam and enticed the butterflies fluttering in your gut to ascend into your chest. The gesture from Madara inching you forward had you grazing your most sacred area along his thigh, and the delicious friction it gave you made you stifle the hints of a whine.
Madara was entirely chuffed to already have you behaving like putty beneath his skilled fingers. Admittedly, he was probably a little too delighted that the slight grinding his thigh did against you had your dampening core clenching for something to milk, and the smug Uchiha knew it, too, since he could feel it.. even through the fabric of the pants he wore.
"Madara, I don't need the cheekiness from you right now..!" You made a feeble attempt to be firm with your husband, but Madara was having other ideas. The fingers of his that had been embedded in your hair took grasp of it just a smidge harsher, giving your head a slight tug back and you couldn't help but groan at the sensation of Madara's nails lightly scraping your scalp. The lithe digits of yours that had been grasping fistfuls of Madara's own hair fled swiftly to the front of his newer mantle and grasped hard enough to force a whitish hue into your knuckles. The other hand of Madara's stationed at your hip was now firmly latched onto it as Madara fully took control over the situation. If you had intended to come here with any shred of dominance, your husband's growing appetite for you snuffed out any mere thoughts of you being in charge for the remainder of the encounter.
Or the night, if Madara had everything go his way!
"Oh? Isn't this what you wanted, though?" Madara inquired, although his register carried the faintest hint of mockery. Your face was flushed a bright red, and you were close to submission since you knew it was ultimately what you wanted anyway, and resisting your husband's advances was only going to stall you from your determined goal.
As if to bother you even further, the complacent Uchiha promptly started to grind you against his leg, forcing you to take it with the binding grip that Madara had put you in, "Hm? Have I made you catatonic, my frisky vixen?" Madara cooed through his chuckling, grinning the one he reserved for the battlefield; too big for his face, and hurt if it lingered too long. It was frightening to anyone else that got to see it.. But not you.
Just another detail of his you'd fallen in love with over time!
The slick from your folds did nothing to make the ordeal better, and the odor of your arousal was so strong as it permeated the immediate area around the pair of you. The amount of smack Madara was speaking, accompanied by the gyrating his leg was doing to your core did, however, ended up causing a final snap within you as a breathy moan left your lips, "Please! Mada- I'm at your mercy, just…just help me..!" You pleaded, panting from stifling the urge to be too loud in a semi-public place.
Madara was so proud of himself for putting you in such a state we're you were barely being able to even address him by his full name that it didn't take any more encouragement from you do to exactly as he pleased, anyway. The hand that was aiding in dragging you along his thigh was swift to delve down and under the mantle you wore and pulled it up and off of you in one fluid motion, discarding it behind his Zen chair in his haste to get to his prize underneath.
The chill in the air had your nipples pebbled, and Madara's enormous hands melded perfectly over them to play with and tease your breasts- Sharingans honed in on his handiwork. One of your hands clung desperately to the front of the Uchiha's shirt with the other using his shoulder to steady yourself roughly around the time you swung a leg over his lap to completely straddle the riled Uchiha heir, and after repositioning yourself into a more… favorable position, Madara could no longer contain his desire and utilized his grip on your hair to yank you down for the first kiss to be shared between you in well-over a week.
It was fiery and a bit overwhelming.. much like Madara and his own chakra nature. There was the definite clanking of teeth as Madara's tongue slid in and coaxed yours to dance with his. Both of his hands helped guide you against his gradually growing member as you hastily began disrobing your husband with fervor. Madara's shirt was also quick to be recklessly abandoned behind his chair, and zestful hands were left to map out the dips and crevices of the other as the pair of you seemed to merge into one entity.
"At my mercy, eh? Like you weren't going to be, anyway… I suppose it is much more divine coming from you, though!" Madara took one last jab at you and received a growl in return, and the powerful clan head could feel his patience dwindling the more he ground your puffy pussy down onto his, now, rock-solid member. Giving his index and middle finger a lick, the driven Shinobi directed them to trail along your folds. The amount of essence that coated his fingers was excessive, and the sheer amount of arousal dribbling from your cunt was quite embarrassing to hear so vividly at a close range.
You weren't even granted the time to react before Madara was hugging you close to him, retrieving the blanket stored away just behind his chair and quickly making sure your frame (as well as his!), was well-hidden from anyone's view, "Don't make a sound or this'll be much worse for you.", Madara warned, only having just caught the chakra signature of someone just before they let themselves in.
A grave lapse in his awareness, and a mistake he wouldn't be making twice!
Thankfully, the blanket did its job and that the only thing he had to stick out was his arm to make it appear as if he were simply working late with a sleeping wife in his lap… but beneath the surface, the hand that had delved down to titillate your slit continued its assault by rubbing firm circles against that tiny bundle of nerves that had your feet circling against the soles. You inhaled a deep breath through your nostrils and embedded your nails into Madara's upper arms in order to keep you grounded enough to do as you were told.
Good thing, too, with Hashirama making himself known as he entered the room with them. The conflict of having Madara still giving meticulous attention to your heat, and the sudden drop in your gut from having the village's current Hokage interrupting your tryst almost had a few tears leak from you knowing that any minute noise would spoil the fun you'd worked yourself up for. So you took it, even as the devilish Uchiha dipped his fingers in and gave them a good 'come hither' curl that made you bite into him to smother the whine you wanted to make… and you were eternally grateful that there was no way the elder Senju could see anything past the back of your head.
"Madara my old friend, I knew you'd be here, don't you ever go home?!" Hashirama released a hearty laugh before a visceral glare from Madara caused him to halt him movements altogether with the barest beginning of a pout present from being hushed without the verbal cue of being told to 'shut up'. There was a curiosity in the way his head tilted and his darken globes shimmered with an innocent wondering as to what was going on… until the oblivious Senju finally took notice of you being cradled in his old friend's lap.
There was an awkward pause as Hashirama briefly forgot what he even came to Madara's office for, and he could feel himself getting clammy from the embarrassment of feeling he was interrupting something without the proof. Your sly husband had started thrusting his fingers in such a way that any lewd sounds that would've, otherwise, been audible were dampened by just how deep he was keeping his skilled fingers tickling your insides.
"What is it this late that it couldn't wait?" Madara was curt addressing Hashirama. It wasn't an unusual behavior for him to do so, and Madara expected his airheaded friend to not put too much thought into his dickish attitude towards him. It didn't seem that any of his prayers were being answered when Madara started coming to the conclusion that Hashirama was piecing together what was going on just based on the realization that seemed to make his face light up.
You were starting to produce beads of sweat, yourself, from having to prolong containing all the noises you were dying to release, and you had to take another chunk out of Madara to ensure that you were still grounded. The act of your teeth breaking his skin left behind horrendous bruises, and the pain of being bitten made Madara want to grunt and bend you over his desk.
An idea he stuck a pin in for the time being…
"Just more papers for you to sign, but you seem to be busy enough already.." Hashirama responded after a few moments of basking in the scandalous position he was sure he'd found the two of you in. A smug grin was evident on his face, as well as a mischievous glint in his eyes as he handed another paper needed to be signed and sent back to the lords of fire.
Madara deliberately ignored the way Hashirama was trying to prod at him and accepted the pesky paper, "Of course I am, you obviously see this absurd pile- Hashirama." The Uchiha tried skirting around what the Senju was attempting to accuse him of. Hashirama, however, didn't seem to buy it and the suggestive wiggling of his eyebrows let Madara know it would be quite some time before his friend would ever let him live this down.
"If you say so, I'd hate to keep you from… working.." The giddy Hokage stifled a snicker as he sauntered his way back over the way he'd come in, and the disgruntled Uchiha was just about ready to chunk something at his idiotic friend to get him to vacate. Thankfully, Hashirama seemed to get the hint and made the final remark of coming back at a later time before disappearing into the night and leaving you alone with your partner.
The moment the trained auditory muscles of Madara's could hear the distinct clicking of the door to indicate it shut properly, the Uchiha ripped away the blanket and withdrew his slippery fingers with an obscene noise following behind it. A moan got caught in your throat as Madara grabbed you by the waist and slammed you onto his desk with enough force to make you go 'oomph', but not injure you. The erection your stimulated husband tried so hard to conceal now pressed tightly against his pants and Madara wanted to be hasty to give his dick relief from the pressure of being squished.
You attempted to lift your head to glance down at Madara's girth, assuming he'd already unsheathed it. It had always been a little over average, uncut with a thickness that he always had to prepare you for. Admiring it was one of the many enjoyments of marveling at the beautifully sculptured man. It was three shades darker than him and had veins blanketing the entire member with a few ones more prominent than others and a delicious curve to it.
Madara was having none of it, though, having already been barged in on and the possibility that the pair of you could be very well caught again was more on the forefront of his mind than it had been, and he wanted to waste no more time with foreplay. The prideful man wasn't even upset that he didn't even receive any touches from you, either, he was solely ready to be inside you and nothing else was going to prevent him from getting what he wanted.
Madara took one of his hands and harshly tangled his fingers deep into your tresses to keep you in the position he wanted you in with his free. The gesture had you groaning, being used to the aggressive treatment from your lover. The sound was like a melody to the Uchiha's ears, and it didn't take long for his pants to find a new spot at his ankles. The fundoshi was nothing, and Madara moved it over to let his cock spring out into the open.
Your mouth hung ajar from the brisk glimpses you were receiving from the angle provided for you to look at him, and you couldn't help it when your legs involuntarily went up and tried to wind around Madara's waist when he took the tip of his cock and started smacking the head against your pretty, glistening pussy. A sharp smack to your thigh halted any further movement and you let out a hiss as Madara finalized lubricating his member with your juices.
"Keep being quiet… keep being quiet and you'll be rewarded so well, little one.." The self-assured man instructed you with the promise of bliss if you could do as told. You nodded as a sign of understanding and bit your lower lip to prevent anything from accidentally slipping as Madara stopped the lazy strokes he'd been doing to line-up and press the head into your wet cunt.
Your eyes dilated, and the ghost of a moan got caught somewhere at the base of your throat as Madara bottomed out in one, swift, motion. The pace he set after pulling out the initial time and delving back in was vaguely gentle, and after a couple of thrusts the overly excited Uchiha was railing into you with ardor, kissing your cervix so sweetly every time his cock got sucked into your taut heat.
Relinquishing the hold on your hair, Madara moved both hands to find purchase behind your knees and he ended up hoisting them up to fit snug against your chest while he moved to tower over you! The new position allowed him to reach deeper into your vagina, and the barbaric thrusts were almost too much to cling onto any form of self control. Any panting you did was heavy in comparison to how you typically were if you'd been at home doing this and you had been free to be noisy.
It still amazed you, how after being married to Madara for quite some time that there had been few moments that you'd actually been able to hear anything that the reserved Uchiha would produce. Tonight, however, the low grunts mingling with his own labored breathing was making you even hotter than you would've been on any regular night. Madara's brows were furrowed in concentration with you having a fixated stare at the ceiling. Any attempts made to grab at the man were smacked away as well, and after so many times of attempting (and failing) to paw at him, Madara stilled in you altogether.
Your legs trembled from having Madara still lodged so deeply inside you, and a strangled sob was the only noise heard from you throughout the night before you were finding yourself being relocated to the floor. The wooden texture of the floor wasn't exactly pleasant as it scratched against the skin of your back, but the coolness was welcome in contrast to the fever your body was dealing with from the amorous activity you were participating in. At least it was a brief welcomed relief when Madara slipped himself from inside you just long enough to have you flipped onto your stomach in seconds.
He was rough gripping your hips and maneuvering them so that you were in a submissive position with your ass on display for him. The hungry Uchiha gave your ass a few decent smacks as well, giving both cheeks an apologetic rub before lining himself up with your entrance again and rewarding you for being able to suppress the gasps you wanted to let out.
The arch you did once Madara was happily nailing you had your face digging into the floor and your arms long rejected the idea of trying to hold you up against the animosity at which Madara was revolving his hips to rut up and into.. as if trying to surpass himself and reach into the depths of your womb. The pleasure from the animalistic way at which your husband was taking you had long become overwhelming and the Uchiha only followed you down when you tried to run from the overstimulation.
"Going somewhere, y/n?", Madara snarled into your ear the moment he'd put himself flush against you to pin yourself between him and the floor. The relentless treatment to your beaten pussy didn't cease, and from this last position Madara was able to grind against that favored spot of his that had the head his dick being visibly seen bulging from your stomach if you'd been facing the other way. You shook your head no at the man's inquiry, and while one of your hands tried to desperately scratch at the floor the other flew back to grab at any part of him you were able to.
These attempts were also met with more mockery, and at the rate Madara was grazing his member against your sweet spot your orgasm was approaching the horizon at a rapid pace. The way you were undulating around him in an almost painful way let Madara know he was also doing a superb job of providing you with unbridled bliss, "Don't hold it in, let it out, let me see what I do to you!" Madara was demanding, although he wasn't trying to be abrasive about it. He was simply eager to please and bear witness to the essence only he was capable of drawing from you.
Just like an obedient wife, and after a few nips from your lover around the ears and nape of the neck, the coil that'd been winding down to this moment snapped. A surge of liquid came pooling out of you to leave the floor an instant, sopping mess. Your organs came out in vast quantities and if anyone didn't know any better.. it might've looked like someone's water broke.
Not that you knew what that felt like.. yet!
So much came out that it damn-near almost forced Madara's cock out from the sheer pressure at which your release burst from you from having been pent up for so long. The euphoria had your vision blotched white, and there was an incessant ringing in your ears as you came down from your high.. only to be slightly confused once you'd been given the time to gather yourself and discover that Madara had been so engrossed in the excessive amount of juices that he'd milked from you that he had stilled once again in you altogether.
The sight before him was unlike any spectacle he'd ever seen, and Madara almost didn't even register to visceral grip he had on you just marveling at what he did to you. Clearing his throat, Madara decided that he was far from done with you, and even though he was still hard and ready to go back at it like beasts, he withdrew himself from you anyway.
The slickness was accompanied with a 'pop' after being fully removed, and you whined at the loss of being full. Madara's habit of the night seemed to be not wanting to give you time to adjust, and he did just that by promptly flipping you over to face him once more. His crimsons were still capturing what was happening, and there was a renewed sense of fire alive within his eyes that had been dull embers when the pair of you had first started being physical.
"Get up, this isn't over.. little girl.." Madara commanded of you through his own faltered breathing from the exertion of having just, practically, bred you. The adrenaline rush was the sole thing keeping the both of you going, and Madara made room for you to get up and follow him. Your husband blowing out the candle he'd been using gave you the opportunity to quickly put back on the mantle you'd chosen, followed by Madara begrudgingly putting his own articles back on as well and ignoring the stain he'd help you put on his floor.
That if asked about, he'd refuse to explain its origin.
Ensuring that the door was secure as they left, you made sure to stay right on Madara's heels as the pair of you set a nimble pace back in the direction of your shared residence. Admittedly, both you and the Uchiha's clan head were anxious to get home and continue what you'd had going on in the privacy of your bedroom. With the close call you'd already had for the night, you were perfectly fine with the discreetness your room had to offer, and you were stoked that your idea to go chasing friction gave you the outcome you'd desired… even if your impassive husband was going to hear shit for it tomorrow from a certain someone! For the moment.. it was just you, your ever hot-headed Uchiha man, and a night of overdue romance to look forward to!
