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iamjustasalad · 4 years ago

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hello! for kinktober may i request hashirama and phone sex, if you write for him? thank you!

👻 KINKTOBER SPECIAL

You and your lover, Hashirama, haven’t seen each other in almost a week since you left for a work trip, putting the highly sexual hokage all out of sorts as he grows needy for his partner. So, naturally, when your beau calls you for a much-needed round of phone sex, you stay on the line ... even it’s during an important meeting.

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Your phone began vibrating just as you were finishing a brief side conversation with your supervisor and was set to take your seat in the conference room.

“Hey baby, I’m just getting ready to sit down for this meetin—” you began to say when you answered the phone, but you were interrupted shortly after when you heard what sounded like very heavy breathing on the other line.

You adjusted the volume on the phone to prevent anyone from overhearing as you took a seat at the further edge of the table.

“Hashi, are you okay?” You said under your breath before everyone else took their seats.

“Yeah beautiful,” he said in a husky voice, but he still sounded winded, “I just wanted to hear your voice."

"Fuck, you sound so good.”

Your eyes widened in the swivel chair when you started to get a pretty clear idea what your boyfriend might have been doing. You could feel the heat beginning to creep up on your cheeks as you stifle a cough.

“Hashi,” you said just below a whisper, “I have to get off the phone soon —”

“Baby, wait, just,” he said hastily, “I’m so close, just let me stay in your headset. You always have that on.”

Ugh. He think knows everything … nevermind that you did in fact have a headset on.

You parted your lips, half ready to tell him goodbye … though a small part of you was quickly becoming aroused by that desperate voice of his and those needy pants.

Hell, in all honesty, you’d also been a little horny too these days.

It’d been almost a week since you’d seen your lover. And while it may be normal for any couple to go days without sex, that was far from the case for you two.

Sure, you’d both only been dating for five months. But, in that moderate window, you two had grown quite accustomed to having the most crazy, feral-like sex on a daily basis.

Hashi pleaded for you to stay on the phone. “I just want to hear your voice while I cum baby, please.”

Lords, could he turn you on.

You nibbled on your lower lip as you heard a rhythmic rustling over the phone. You tightened your lips when you heard him grunt.

“Fine,” you whispered as you leaned down to appear to look in your purse, all in a bid to conceal that you were still talking to someone on your headset. “But .. you have to keep talking.”

You smirked at the impromptu caveat you'd thought up on the fly when you leaned back up and heard a breathy chuckle on the other line. “Damn, baby. That made my dick jump.”

As the meeting began to start, you crossed your legs tightly, your nerves becoming more sensitive as your boyfriend talked dirty to you in your ear.

“Remember that time you dressed up in the maid costume,” he asked as he stroked himself.

“Mmm,” you let out discreetly as you held up a stack of papers in front of you, appearing to review the numbers of last month’s sales.

“Yeah baby, fuck, I’ve missed that sound,” he panted. “You looked so sexy in that outfit.”

“I’m about to bust just thinking about it—”

“No,” you cut him off sharply, drawing stares from others in the room before continuing, “no, don’t stop … I mean don’t change the slide yet, I wasn’t done … reading.”

Hashi let out a roaring laugh as he grew more excited when he picked up on your cue. “You’re so freaky baby, shit! I’ll hold on as long as I can.”

You pursed your lips as you heard him begin to moan, your mouth moistening as a tingling built in your lower stomach.

“It’s getting hot in here,” you said in a low tone as you adjusted your collar before asking someone to turn down the temperature. The comment yielded another moan on the other end of the call, inciting more mischief from you.

Soon, you began to make even more suggestive remarks during the meeting as you sought to secretly work your boyfriend to a lather.

“We should go deeper on this issue.”

“I really like it like that.”

“This is gonna be a tight fit.”

By the end of the brief meeting, Hashi was breathing uncontrollably, pleading with you to let him cum.

“Please, Gods, please,” he said, his erection aching to be relieved finally.

When you made it to your hotel room upstairs, you told him to call you on FaceTime. Once you were on, you giggled when you saw how hot and bothered your lover was, his skin glistening from the sweat.

He clenched his teeth when you appeared on camera, his eyes darting from your face to your bare shoulders instantly.

“Are yo— are you naked?”” he said, his excitement increasing ten fold and he held down tightly on his erection.

“Mhmm hmm,” you teased. Hashi licked his lips as he saw you begin to lower the camera, only to set it up on the nightstand near the bed.

When you leaned away from view, Hashirama’s breath hitched once his eyes caught sight of your bare breasts.

“By all the gods, how am I so lucky?” he said desperately as he hastily rubbed himself. He grunted loudly when he saw you begin to suck on your fingers, only to lower them further.

“That’s it baby,” he said shakily, his eyes lidded as he watched your every move. “Do it for me baby.”

Your breath caught as you rubbed your slick folds before inserting two fingers. Hashi grunted as his chest lunged forward briefly in excitement.

“You’ve no idea how badly I want to be there,” he snarled.

“Yeah?” you asked breathily. “What would you do to me if you were?”

Hashi’s jaws clenched as he heard you moan. “I would do what we did last week …. when I had to spank that ass.”

You whimpered as you kneaded your sensitive pearl, his hungry stare and that deep voice making you quickly approach your peak.

Hashi increased his tempo when he saw how fast you were beginning to go, the wet sounds of your fingers inciting a deep rumble in his throat.

“How bad was I today?” you asked as you stared wantonly at the camera, your hands moving fervently below. “Will I get another spanking when I come back?”

Hashi bit down hard into his lip as he fought the urge to cum. “You’ll have more than that waiting on you when you’re back.”

“Yeah?” you asked, your voice noticeably higher as you were about to orgasm. Your breasts bouncing up and down as you rocked on your fingers, that knot in your core finally unfolding into complete bliss.

Hashirama began to release a series of grunts as he stared at you while you came.

“Gods!” Hashi said as he began to climax finally, calling your name again and again.

You both collapsed into your pillows minutes later as you came down from your highs.

“Tomorrow, when I pick you up from the airport … I’m taking you ... straight back to my place,” he said, still panting as he started to lightly chuckle.

You joined him, giggling as you looked into the camera to face him once more, your skin damp now from your expending, virtual episode with your lover.

“Naughty hokage.”

The comment prompted laughter from your boyfriend, which, in turn made you laugh again.

When the laughs died down, you cuddled into your pillows next to the phone, and your boyfriend followed suit, only to stare at you.

"You have no idea how much I miss you," he said after a few minutes passed.

You smiled weakly. "Ditto."

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iamjustasalad · 4 years ago

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Mirror sex for Yamato?

👻 KINKTOBER SPECIAL

Captain Yamato tries his best to ignore your seductive tactics while you both carry out a simple mission as chaperones for an academy class trip to the Mist. But the task proves to be difficult for Yamato, one of the Leaf’s most dependable shinobis, as the captain copes with a months-long dry spell.

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“Just a few minutes,” you breathed against his cheek needily as you clicked the lock on the door of Captain Yamato’s inn room.

Yamato’s cheeks were ablaze with red, his eyelids heavy as his body instinctively moved forward with yours as you leaned back just now.

You’d both begun to drive each other mad over the past week you were chaperoning a Konoha Academy class trip to the Mist.

The lingering glances, soft touches in passing, the temptation of just being inches, at times, from the stern, powerful captain.

You hadn’t even known each other that well before the trip. Usually you’d see the other every so often in Kakashi’s office when one was completing a mission or the other was starting one.

But it wasn’t long into the trip that tensions between the two of you began to simmer.

His assertive tone, large muscular frame, those intense eyes, the way he could command a room. Seeing him up close like this, Yamato whipping into shape two bus loads of kids and their teachers … the no-nonsense aura he seemed to emanate, at times.

Gods.

You knew he’d be a challenge when you began to employ your wiles around the captain. But that excited you all the more.

Casual conversation turned to banter. A flicker of the eyes became shared glances. Brief slips of the hand evolved into taps, then soft presses.

You knew you’d had him where you wanted him a day ago when you bent down to tighten your shoelaces. You’d turned your back slightly to his line of sight, though you still were a slight distance from the captain, with more than 15 kids between you outside.

And yet, once you’d rose to your feet and turned slightly around, the captain was there, jaw tensed and brows burrowed as his eyes were sharply on yours.

When you smirked at the time, your demeanor shifting as you rested your hands on your hips, you could still see from that distance the captain appearing to gulp as his eyes followed your movements.

You wanted him to walk over to you. To steal you away for a “quick chat” and then fuck your brains out, and of course, the opposite happened … the moment was lost when he broke the stare once a kid approached him with a question.

You swallowed a small feeling of annoyance that had begun to creep up as your hands roamed from his broad chest to his firm shoulders now.

Yamato could feel his resolve dissipating when his eyes fell on that same impish smirk from yesterday that you wore so well currently.

“We shouldn’t — I mean,” he began breathily, his chest heaving as you slowly backed him into a dresser, almost losing his train of thought completely when you softly pulled down his collar and a string of tender kisses found his neck.

He grunted as you began to press your body to his, your hand beginning to stoke his head as the other started to slowly slide its way down his sinewy ripples.

You gasped as his hands grabbed a firm hold of your hips just now.

He said your name with a firm voice, one that seemed to ooze a sense of authority, making your mouth moisten as your eyes locked onto his again.

He tried to ignore, but miserably failed, the warm, tingling sensation he felt in his core when you looked at him like that.

He’d been so devoted to his work, supporting Kakashi as one of his most dependable shinobis, that he’d gone months without sex. But his conviction had grown more worn down by the day from your seduction.

He knew he should be focused on the current task at hand, keeping watch over the students, and yet, he’d found his mind drifting more in recent days to you and what exactly he’d do if he’d have you alone like this.

Slowly, as Yamato attempted to get a handle on the current situation, his thumbs involuntarily began to run soft circles along your thinly-clothed skin.

You grew increasingly consumed by your desires for the captain. Impatient, you brought your hips square against his, groaning into his neck as you felt his thick erection for the first time.

His grip on your hips tightened as he fought to ignore the euphoric sensation, attempting to put at bay as long as he could the temptation to bend you over the dresser and fuck you senseless.

‘Just a few minutes,’ he’d remembered you saying moments ago, the memory muffling an inner voice urging him to tell you to leave so he could remain focused on the mission.

Gods, how had he found himself in this situation with you? He could barely remember now just when you came to his room minutes before, his thoughts growing hazy when your fingers reached his belt buckle.

You’d said you were there to “drop off paperwork,” but Yamato had been frozen upon seeing you at the entrance of his room, his insides beginning to heat at the sight of you.

He could faintly recall that troublesome smirk you’d made when you realized he was alone, just before you pounced on him.

His recollection after the moment your warm, cherry-flavored kisses met his lips almost evaded him entirely now as your hands touched his length from the thin fabric of his boxer.

“Gods,” he groaned in a low timbre.

His thoughts ceased in a blink when your lips found his again. In seconds, Yamato could feel the beast he’d been holding off begin to shake its shackles.

You tried to stifle a moan as you felt something within the shinobi captain unleash, his firm hands grabbing at your curves, rubbing them more fervently than before.

Finally.

Before you could take another breath, the captain had quickly turned you so that your back was against the dresser. Instantly, his large frame towered over you, which normally would have been enough of a sight to command your total attention.

That is … until you saw from the corner of your eye his hard length slowly poking out from the opening of his boxers.

Yamato grunted when he briefly looked down to see where you were staring so intensely.

“Look what you did,” he said in a husky tone, beginning to give some reprieve to the inner beast inside him that clawed to take you now.

His neck strained, a sign of his attempt to hold on to his last bits of composure, as his eyes slowly returned to yours, scanning every inch of your curves along the way as he set both his hands on the dresser on either side of you.

He was going to have you.

Your nipples hardened at the idea of being trapped between his large arms.

His dick twitched when he saw how wanton your expression was, your darkened eyes, how your breasts jiggled from your heavy breathing.

He leaned forward, stopping less than an inch from your face. You could feel his warm breath crash against your lips when he spoke.

“You want this?” he asked in that deep voice that seemed to make you melt. You arched your breasts against his chest as you propped yourself against the dresser, making a low grumble build in his throat.

You nodded as you needily leaned forward, your lips grazing his as you whispered, “Come fuck me.”

Yamato's face grew rigid and he sharply let out a deep breath as his dick began to throb. He gritted his teeth as you naughtily stared deeply into his eyes while your finger hooked onto his waistband, and dragged down his pants.

Your eyes were so enticing. For a moment, he thought he was bewitched before he heard the sound of his belt buckle jangling with his kunai against the floor once his pants fell entirely.

The kids will be fine.

In a second, his features went hard as the captain began to give orders.

“Turn around,” he said in a low, assertive tone. You swore you could feel a beating between your legs from how turned on his voice alone could make you.

“Yes, sir,” you said playfully, nibbling your lips as you stared up at him. Yamato fought against the urge to bite down on his lower lip when you looked at him like that.

You grinned as you hastily unbuttoned your pants and removed your shirt before leaning forward onto the dresser.

You giggled when you saw Yamato staring so closely at your ass in the mirror’s reflection. His hands were quick to grab you there, to rub you as he watched how the plump flesh bounced against the white lace.

When his thumb began to graze along the thin fabric to your wet center from behind, you tried to stifle a moan, but a loud and very distinct sound of pleasure escaped your lips anyway, reverberating off the walls in the small room.

Yamato leaned forward, his clothed chest touching your bare back as brought his lips to your ear.

“Shhhh,” he teasingly whispered against your ear as you struggled to keep while his thumbs began to stroke your hot sex through your panties.

But the captain couldn’t help but bite his lips once his eyes caught sight of your lace-clad breasts in the reflection. How they’d move together whenever you shifted your frame to adjust to the feelings of his touches below.

Your eyes were so squinted from the pleasure that you could barely see his reflection initially as you continued your effort to keep mum while his fingers explored your sex.

But when you heard a low grumble from above, you forced your eyes open, only to see just how lustfully the captain ogled your breasts now.

They looked so soft, how they’d sway slightly with your movements. He was entranced. He needed to…

“You want to touch me there, too?” you whispered seductively as you arched back against his front once more. His breaths grew even faster when you began to press your behind against his erection.

You smirked as you teasingly looked at the riled up captain while you undid the bra’s hooks and slowly removed the straps. Yamato’s tongue darted along his lower lip.

You used both of your hands to hold the cups tightly against your breasts. But when Yamato slowly reached his hands to touch them, you playfully tsked.

“Show me yours and I’ll show you mine,” you said mischievously before your eyes flickered to his shirt in the reflection.

Yamato scrunched his eyebrows together with apparent confusion before he broke into a low chuckle after realizing what you were getting at, immediately beginning to remove his shirt.

“Happy?” he asked with an air of mirth and mischief before he excitedly set his eyes back onto where your hands tightly held up your bra.

Meanwhile, you briefly were at a loss for words as you became mesmerized by the cut muscles on the captain.

What the hell did he bench? Cruise ships?

“Now, I believe it’s my turn,” he said in a gruff tone against your neck as he leaned closer again, the sudden change in proximity pulling you from your thoughts. His burly arms rested on the dresser on either side of you once more, encasing you beneath him.

Your knees almost bucked from the increased tension between you both as you felt his erection graze the nape of your lower back.

“A deal’s a deal,” you breathed out, your eyes growing lidded from the feeling of his erection as you looked up at his eyes.

When you dropped the bra onto the floor, your breasts softly bounced together as he broadened his front against you, his attempt to quiet his loud grunt unsuccessful.

You began to respond playfully, “Uh oh, you don’t want to make too much no—”

But, without thinking, Yamato slowly thrust against you as he drank in your reflection. Your breath caught when his length brushed against your ass.

He was done with these games now. He would have you now.

When his fingers roughly slid your panties to the side, you exhaled sharply, too eager for what the captain was going to do next.

“You ready for me,” he asked in a low and rough tone.

“Gods, yes,” you sighed out as you leaned your weight on your hands, “yes, just —”

You both gasped at the feeling of his girthy length entering your core.

He was so big. You wanted more, more.

“You feel … amazing,” he said, his voice gravelly as he curled his head into your neck, his body quickly molding around you as he entered further.

You were speechless, your senses overwhelmed by the thickness the further he entered you. You’d had big before … but there was no way you’d ever been filled quite like this.

“Yamato,” you managed to whisper, your voice slightly strained. It was all you could think to say as he entered you completely before slowly withdrawing, and then repeating the steady pace.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt something this good. The world around him fell seamlessly into the background as he allowed himself to take you.

He struggled against an urge to go faster between thrusts, but that desire began to prove too powerful when he stared into your reflection, gazing at how flushed your cheeks had gotten in the short time, how your jaw dropped from the sensation.

When his eyes fell on your breasts jiggling with each thrust, he felt something inside him break.

He exhaled deeply through his teeth as he gripped your hips even tighter.

He needed to go faster. Needed more friction. More slickness, so much that he’d feel he could drown if he weren’t careful.

You cried his name, forgetting about the volume and nearby rooms, as he began to quicken his thrusts. Lords, such power he had. Strength.

Pleasure.

You opened your eyes as he began to barrel into you. This force. This pace. You needed to see his face. To see —

Your knees almost bucked once more when you saw his visage, the sheer fire in his face, his drawn eyebrows, those stern, fierce eyes watching you. It was enough to send you over the edge.

Your inner walls began to tighten around Yamato as you reached your peak, his grunts becoming louder from the feeling as you began to roll your hips fervently against his.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said in a deep tone as you began to orgasm, your breasts bouncing wildly as you swung your hips back and forth.

Slowly, he felt himself becoming reduced to his baser instincts as his thrusts grew rougher. Feral.

‘Faster,’ ‘harder,’ 'more’ — his mind could barely manage to form sentences.

“I’m going to cum,” he said desperately as the sound of his hips clapping against your cheeks grew faster, louder.

“Yes, just cum inside me,” you begged breathily as you began to bounce your hips against his , biting your lip when you heard another string of curses erupt from him.

When he started to cum, he wrapped his arms tightly around you, encompassing you entirely as he forcefully thrusted into you. Lords, the look on his face was almost enough to call for a second round.

But before you could get the chance to offer, you both stilled once you heard a sudden knock at Yamato’s door.

“Captain Yamato, are you okayyyyy?” a small kid's voice could be heard saying from the door with concern.

Yamato chuckled as he brought his forehead against your curls, while you let out a huff.

For fuck’s sake.

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iamjustasalad · 4 years ago

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Restraint

Madara x Reader

18+ Content! MINORS, DNI!

Warnings: bondage, rope, blindfolds, leather glove fetish, smut, smut, smut.

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"For your sake, I promise to show restraint."

"Magnificent."

Madara's delicious, deep baritone shook you to the very core of your being as delicate, leather clad fingertips trailed lightly over the landscape of crimson ropes that had been carefully wrapped about your body, binding you to his bed posts like a sensual work of art. Your chest heaved with baited breath as the feather-light sensation traveled over your exposed skin for what felt like an eternity. Heart thumping wildly in your chest, you caught your lip between your teeth as shadows moved across the dim light filtering through the silky cloth obscuring your vision. "M-madara?" You gasped, freezing up as leather brushed against your breast.

Crimson eyes focused hotly upon your beautifully bound form, drinking in the sight of your coming undone from the slightest touch as he explored every dip and curve of your body, teasing and touching sensitive nerves during his travels and leaving wave after wave of goosebumps in his wake. "Are you frightened, my love?" Words dripping with honey filtered into your head as a gloved hand teased along the lengths of rope caging your body, cupping your cheek and thumbing it sweetly.

Your lip quivered as you gazed through the opaque cloth at the source of the sound, stumbling nervously over your reply. "A l-little."

The bed shifted beneath you with his added weight as a deep hum rolled from his chest and hot breath whispered against your lips as he kissed you tenderly. "You must trust me."

You swallowed hard, keening into the slow flutter of kisses those familiar lips left across your jaw onto the sensitive, supple flesh of your neck. "I--"

"For your sake, I promise to show restraint," he murmured against your throat, fingers quietly following the lines of rope wrapping his work of perfection, dipping between your legs to relish the sound of your breath catching in your throat when he brushed against your exposed clit. "Tell me what you want," he hummed in your ear.

Panting as that cool material slid through your slit and pressed against your sensitive little bud, you gasped out the word he wanted to hear. "You."

"Good girl," he purred, shifting his toned, tanned body over you with great satisfaction. You felt his hot, heavy cock drag through your folds and whimpered pitifully as its broad head threatened your fluttering entrance, straining against your restraints as he chuckled softly against your cheek. His thick, meaty cock slowly began sinking into your tight, unprepared core, and he just drank the little cries and mewls that squeaked through your lips as he painstakingly slowly parted your pulsing walls. "And to whom do you belong?" He rumbled.

"Y-you," you choked.

"Say my name," he cooed, softly caressing your cheek and gently pulling down your blindfold so that he might view your blissed out expression as you struggled to take him fully.

"M-madara," you whimpered in a breathy whisper, body straining against your rope binds as the stretching sensation began consuming your every thought.

He groaned in delight, the pattern of his sharingan swirling and dancing in the crimson of his gaze as he etched that moment into his memory. After bottoming out, he slipped an arm around your bound body, holding you close as he slowly withdrew and began to bury himself in your heat once more, whispering in your ear. "Again."

"M-ma-aahh-dara--"

His name left your lips in a desperate mantra, a prayer set to the slow rhythm that evicted your soul from your body. Eyes glassy and mind lost in the depths of his gaze, all you could do was submit to the coiling, burning knot of need tightening in your core with every maddening movement of his hips. As you gasped and chanted, he claimed you, possessed you, worshipped you with every thrust and murmur of praise drifting into your ears through the thick fog of desire clouding your senses. Trapped in the maelstrom of your crimson cage, you cried out to the heavens -- Madara, Madara, Madara -- praying that your god would be pleased.

A smile curled upon his lips as they grazed your temple and delicate leather ghosted your hot, knotted skin. His statuesque form draped perfectly over yours as the sensual slow dance waltzed onward. "Beautiful, magnificent. You're doing so well, my love," the chorus echoed back as he kissed the fallen tears of ecstasy from your cheeks. Larger palms engulfed your smaller hands, lacing thick fingers through delicate digits as tension rippled through your body when the first of many orgasms crashed through your being. He squeezed your bound hands, swallowing your whispered offerings of gratitude with soft lips upon yours before they were lost to the sky. "Again," he growled, wild, inky tresses cascading from his shoulders and flowing about your head like fluttering sails in a storm-torn sea.

You gasped, breath stolen from your lungs at the power of every roaring thrust that rocked your body. The groan of the bed echoed like drums of war beneath the song of your stuttered cries. The broad head of his heavy cock dragged through your quaking walls to a beat that never faltered, reaching new depths as your body squirmed and bucked under the intensity of his touch. Your bindings burned and bit into your skin as an arch rolled through your spine and you sobbed another prayer of thanks to the god above you as every muscle and fiber of your mortal shell tensed and pulsed, fluttering and clenching around the immense girth impaling you so perfectly. Eyes rolling back into your head, you wailed an incantation of his name as stars and static erupted across your consciousness, leaving you blind to everything but his presence.

"Look at me." The order rumbled from above like distant thunder, and your hazy eyes searched desperately through the never-ending motions that rocked your existence for the bright red suns that called your name. Panting and lost in the whirlwind of sensory overload, you only found them when a gentle hand cupped your cheek and directed your gaze to meet his. "Such a good girl," he crooned, cradling your trembling body against his as the steady rutting of his hips gained speed.

Unable to gather the words to form full thoughts, you just mewled into the abyss as you sunk further into the swirling depths of his eyes. His grip on your bound body tightened, muscles flexing and jaw tensed as the depth of his thrusts increased. Tears seeped from your clenched eyes as you wailed into his shoulder, creaming on his cock when another riptide ravaged your body. Madara groaned low and deep, burying his face in the crook of your neck and holding you tightly as his rhythm finally broke, slamming into you with a slowing rock of his hips as he fucked you gently through his own release. Thick heat painted your core as your fluttering walls squeezed and milked him dry.

Heavy breaths and sweetly whispered verses of praise filled your senses as he cradled your head and brushed away your tears. "Well done." With a gentle kiss placed lovingly upon your forehead and skillful hands untying the ropes that bound you in place, he gathered your trembling body into his arms, rolling to his side as he carefully slid his length from you and held you to his chest.

"I love you," you rasped, tangling your shaking fingers in thick tufts of his hair as you nuzzled his neck.

With a quiet hum, he gently took one of your wrists, pressing a soft kiss to the light abbraisions left by the rope. "Always."

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iamjustasalad · 4 years ago

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hiii i’m so excited for this event, can i pretty please request smut #5 with madara?? 😏

a/n: i am so glad madara got requested for this event skijsnssn i love his fine ass so much. i hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting!! 🥰

pairings: madara uchiha x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, smut, modern au, car sex, dom!madara, dirty talk, praise, jealousy (?), breeding.

smut prompt #5: “That sweater is so ugly.. let me take it off to see the real beauty underneath.”

“M-Madara! We shouldn’t do this here..”

“Why not, hm? You’ve been a tease the whole night, so be a good girl and take it,”

You placed your hands on his shoulders as he rocked your hips on his cock. The two of you were currently outside of Hashirama’s house in Madara’s car. You guys told him that you were leaving for the night, but little did Hashirama know that it was all a lie that Madara had made up to get you out of the house.

You noticed the persistence in him. Madara practically dragged you to the front seat, and after a few minutes of a heavy make out, he stuffed his cock inside of you.

You were slightly embarrassed to be doing such lewd acts just feet from your husbands friends home, but Madara could care less. He had to have you that night. If he didn’t he would have gone crazy and fucked you inside of the house, but having enough respect for his friend, he chose not to.

“Oh god!” you cried, digging your nails into his shoulder.

Madara smirked, leaning towards your ear. “God, look at you.. you look so gorgeous on my cock,” he groaned, placing his hands on your hips.

Your pussy clenched slightly around him at the sound of his praise. Madara felt it, and he chuckled to himself. He could read you like a book in any situation, and this one was no different.

His mind then wandered to the annoying thought of what Hashirama did that night that set Madara off. He trusted his coworker, but when it came to you that was a different story.

You and Hashirama had been having a conversation that night. Madara was speaking with someone else when he caught the two of you across the room. First, it was the giggles that kept falling from your lips that was an eye catcher. Then, it was the way Hashirama kept on looking at you. He stared at you like you were a woman he wanted.

The last straw was when his hand brushed along your arm a few times. Madara kept thinking to himself that he was the only one that could do that to you. No other man should touch your soft skin.

“That damn Senju.. keeping his hands on you like you were his..” he growled, placing his hand around the base of your throat.

You gasped when you felt his grip tighten. Some of the air in your throat was restricted, but you could still breath through your nose.

“Tell me, princess, who’s the only one that could fuck you this good?” he asked, bringing your face closer to his.

You shuddered from his actions. “Y-You..” you whimpered, looking into his dark eyes.

Madara looked down at the ugly sweater you were wearing. You wore it since it was one of those ugly sweater parties people held during Christmas time.

“That sweater is so ugly.. let me take it off to see the real beauty underneath..” Madara said, gripping at the material around your body.

Suddenly, he tore the material apart with his fingers. You shivered as the cold air inside of the car wrapped around your exposed skin. Madara ran his hands along your abdomen, then up towards your breasts.

“My pretty wife..” he said, cupping your cheek.

You let out a whine. “Madara.. please.. fuck me,” you said, grinding your hips against to feel the pleasure burning inside of you.

He looked at you with half-lidded eyes. “Your wish is my command, darling,” he replied, taking hold of your hips.

Suddenly, Madara began to roughly thrust into you. His pace was quicker than before. The tip of his cock brushed over your g-spot, causing you to see white and pleasure to burn inside of your belly. His balls slapped against your clit, and you could barely contain your moans.

You buried your face into his neck, digging your nails into his shoulder blade. “Fuck! Yes!” you whined.

Madara let out several groans as your walls sucked him. “That’s right.. scream my name, princess. I love hearing your beautiful voice calling for me,” he said, squeezing at your ass.

The sound of your skin slapping together filled the car. The inside was also starting to heat up, causing the windows to fog. You both were lucky there weren’t any lights on, or someone would have seen.

“M-Madara!” you moaned, “It’s too much!”

He grabbed your chin, looking into your desperate eyes. “Come on, baby, be a good girl and take my cock. I know you can do it. I wanna feel you cum all over me,” he said, pressing your glossy lips together.

You felt the knot in your stomach tightening at every thrust. You were getting so lost in the moment, and the pure bliss you felt was like no other.

Madara could feel your walls beginning to slowly clench around him. It only encouraged him to keep up his pace. He wanted nothing more than to feel your pretty pussy squeezing his cock, and creaming all over it.

A few strands of his hair stuck to his forehead from the heat lingering inside of the car. Your body was on fire, and so was his.

“Cum for me, sweet girl,” he cooed, playing with your clit with his thumb.

A loud cry ripped from your throat as your orgasm washed over you. Your thighs trembled, and your pussy tightened around Madara’s cock. Your slick covering the base, causing a squelching sound to come from it as he continued fucking you through your orgasm.

“Shit..” you whimpered, putting your arms around his neck.

Madara bounced you on top of his cock. “Fuck.. you feel so fucking good. I wanna fill you up with my cum..” he grunted, letting his head fall against the headrest.

“Fill me up, please.. please, Madara. I want your cum inside of me..” you begged, kissing at his neck.

He grabbed your hips as the words came from your mouth. He then started to thrust his cock into you at a fast pace. You started crying his name from the overstimulation. Madara was so close, you could feel his dick twitching inside of you.

“I’m gonna fuck a baby into you..” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You felt your eyes roll back from the pleasure. “Get me pregnant, Madara! I want your baby..” you moaned, holding onto his shoulders.

As if on queue, you felt this warm sensation filling into your cunt. Madara let out a loud groan as his cum filled up your pussy. He didn’t move for a second, fearing that some of it would leak out.

The two of you both laid there in each other’s embraces for a couple of moments. Madara’s hand drew shapes into your back, while you listened to his slowing heart beat. Your body felt so tired. You could almost fall asleep on top of him in the car like this.

“Should we get going..?” you asked, looking up at him.

He cupped your cheek, pressing a kiss onto your lips. “In a few minutes..” he replied, bringing you closer to him.

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