I’m so glad to see you’re back! I hope you’re doing well. If I may, I’d like to request f!reader x Madara praise kink. And if I may be specific, reader is in a huffy mood over something and wants to have rough sex but wants to be in control and on top. And obvi Madara’s no sub but he’s super turned on by her taking control so he lets her fuck the shit outta him and maybe pull his hair? Amongst the praise could he also call reader his queen? I’m so sorry this is such a specific fantasy I have🫣
I like madara a normal amount, I promise 😔😔
warnings: nsfw under the cut, minors do not fucking interact 🔫. madara and reader are married, fem!reader, praise kink, oral sex (fem receiving), orgasm denial, hair pulling, dirty talk bc it's madara :), big dick madara, rough sex, madara being happy in just being a good malewife and satisfying his wife and we love him for it, king shit :)))
requests are open :)
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madara is as good as a husband can be; respectful, caring and even fun to be around- he likes to gossip every now and then about the villagers, the hokage and his brother even. he loves how nice it feels when you giggle at a particular comment of his.
but most of all he's attentive.
and that is why he has the beautiful silk of your kimono bunched up your thighs, your panties pulled to the side so he can have easy access to your needy, wet pussy.
you're panting, back against the wall as you try your best to keep your thighs spread for your man, to keep yourself standing despite how weak your knees feel already.
but he's got you, a strong hand around your thigh, fingers gripping the supple skin- keeping you both firm and spread wide so he can lap at your pretty cunt.
his tongue circles your clit, then trace down your folds until it reaches your entrace- leaking and already pulsing, clenching around nothing and craving to be filled. you feel a huff of breath against your sex, almost like a chuckle, before he's licking at your dripping hole and you break into a moan with fingers running through his long dark mane- a silent encouragement as your hips buck against his mouth.
madara hums.
"you're eager today," he comments in such an unfazed tone, one that couldn't be coming from someone currently mouthing your swollen clit.
you curse under your breath, fingers gripping his hair just a little tighter and it's his time to curse as you pull him closer to your sex.
you need this so bad. you can feel the need boiling in your stomach, dripping down your thighs and you know he can feel clit throbbing in his mouth, feel it swelling with need as he suckles on the sensitive nub.
and yet, he teases you. madara pulls away despite how you pull at his hair and whimper in frustration; and you can feel the smirk on his wet lips as they press lovingly to your thigh.
"oh? did I interrupt something, my queen?" he has to hold back a chuckle at the way you look at him- disheveled and oh so angry at his little anticts. he's such a little snake. "I thought you were enjoying it?" he feigns innocence as another kiss is pressed to your inner thigh and you squirm.
you grunt. gods you were so, so very close, and the further your orgasm dissipates from your reach, the more desperate and frustrated you grow.
you fingers dig both in his scalp and in the fabric of his clothes, tugging the man up until he's standing face to face.
he stares at you with a raised brow, curiosity and provocation in his narrowed eyes. he is daring you, almost taunting you to do something about your frustration.
and you do.
you pull him close until his mouth is on yours, and his sly smirk is forced off his face in order to kiss you back. it's demanding, heated and almost heady to be pressed against him. his hands grips both fabric and skin and you can feel, despite all his teasing, how being on his knees and eating his wife's pretty pussy has affected him.
the unmistakable tent on his pants is pressed on your leg and you can feel his cock twitch beneath the fabric at the contact.
you chuckle between kisses, even as he bites your lip in retaliation. oh how revenge is sweet.
you pull him by the hair and he groans. madara looks like he wants and will devour you right where you stand, and it makes you stomach flutter in anticipation.
you inch closer to him, breath tickling his mouth and he's so sure that you're going for another kiss that he's left dazed when you pull away and brush your lips against jaw instead. oh, he likes this.
"take your pants off and lay down on the bed," it is a command, but you utter it so hotly on his skin and you sound so sweet that it makes his dick throb in his pants at the mere chance to be released from its confines.
sure, he'll humor you this once.
you watch the man strip and each newly revealed skin makes a new wave of heat run through your spine. madara will never not take your breath away, with layers of scars on his beautiful skin, with muscles strong enough you were sure he could and did break and even killed things. but he was beautiful, alluring nonetheless.
he watched your gaze carefully, taking in your lust and relishing in the pride it brought him. to be wanted, to be needed like this by you was exhilarating and addicting.
with all his clothes gone he laid on the bed, and you felt your heart pound in your chest the closer you got to him.
you kneeled over his hips, thighs on each side, trapping him in the best way possible.
oh, he was loving this; you looked ravishing on top of him, with chest heaving with each intake of breath, how shy you looked even as you straddled him- as if he couldn't feel the heat of your pussy even while inches away from his cock, as if he couldn't see it glistening with arousal, and how your swollen your poor little clit has become. as if you are not dying to ride his cock until you come apart around it.
but madara is a good husband, a caring lover. he caress your thigh and the gentle act brings your pretty doe eyes back to him.
his gaze is so intense it nearly makes you gasp. if you were wet before, now you are sure you're soaking.
"ride me, my queen, let me see how beautiful you look," two fingers traces their way from your hipbone all the way down to your sex, spreading your damp lips apart and fully exposing you to him, "while you fuck me."
your entire body shakes at his words, at his voice, his touch and the mental image of that. you bite your lip and take his cock in your hand. it's heavy and hot around your grip, and you slowly press it on your sex, sliding it up down between your slick folds for a bit to coat it in your leaking juices.
madara exhales heavily at that and his dick twitches, beads of precum ebbing from its tip. he needs to feel you around him, squeezing his cock.
and so do you. you press his tip to your entrance with trembling fingers; the arousal is almost suffocating, you are aching with need and the feel of the thick head of his cock pressing into you, making your sensitive sex stretch for him is nearly enough to make you cum then and there.
he's so fucking big it makes your chest feel heavy. it's hard to concentrate on breathing as you lower yourself further down his dick, each inch is a delicious stretch that nearly stings. it feels so good, so overwhelming.
"fuck," you breathed out, thighs tensing and body relaxing at the same time. you don't think you'll ever get used to this man's cock- how heavy and huge it feels and how much it spreads your pussy to its limits, almost painfully. it's the kind of pleasure that makes you heady, that utterly blanks your mind from anything but him.
madara has to clench his jaw and nearly bite his tongue to stop his moan. gods, you are so fucking tight around him and your pretty little cunt is so wet, he can feel you leaking on his balls. this little game of yours- this dominance, the way you are taking your pleasure from him, it is all too fun for him to simply lose in the first round. he won't moan like bitch, not yet.
though that doesn't mean he doesn't reach for you. his fingers grip your hips tightly, and in a sense the touch anchors you from the overwhelming sensation of easing him inside you, of feeling so full with his dick.
your lips are parted, slightly gasping for air when you tentatively roll your hips against his. you feel his cock move inside you, pressing into your walls and the way you are right now- with pussy lips quite literally kissing his groin, pressed flush, fully sheating his big cock inside you, when you move forward your body trembles and you clench from how your clit rubs deliciously right below his navel.
it feels wonderful and you could do just that, rub your poor little nub right against crotch with each roll of your hips, with his cock still buried deep inside you. but you need more, need to fuck his dick until it reaches that spot inside you, until you're shaking from your high.
you lift your hips slowly, but you impale your sweet cunt on him with such vigor that madara cannot hold back his groan this time.
fucking hell, you feel amazing.
he sounds so good and something about having your man, powerful and feared as you know he is, so willing and responsive underneath you has you shuddering in pleasure. the thrill of it- of bouncing on his cock not simply for his pleasure but to chase your own, and have him encourage you with every groan is addicting.
you reach down for him, fingers sliding beneath his head and tangling in his hair. madara can't deny that having you pull him up by his hair so demandingly is hot, makes his cock throb inside you and he pants right against your lips. you are taller than him in this position, and with half lidded eyes, you make him look up at you, moaning right against his lips.
he nearly breaks from the sensation. he never thought he'd be so into being dominated like this, that having you pulling him by the hair and forcing him to look into your eyes as you fuck yourself on his cock would get him this weak, this ready to cum like a needy fool. but can he be blamed though? when you look so ravishing and your cunt feels so tight and sweet? when he can hear every squelch as your hips come down on his and every squeeze of your pussy almost feels like its choking his cock? oh no, he can't.
so he buries his head on your shoulder and moans, hoping your skin will muffle his voice, hoping that he can feel your pussy cumming on his cock soon or he'll lose his mind.
"you feel so fucking good," he breathes out and the praise make your fingers tighten against his scalp and your slick walls on his dick. your body shivers in delight.
oh, you love to be praised don't you?
"that's it, you're being so good for me," you nearly choke, the pleasure that his words ignites trail up your spine, down into your very bones. deep inside you know this is his way of regaining some sort of control, but you don't mind when it makes you feel this good.
you moan his name, "I'm close," your warning breaks into another moan as you feel him finally thrusting up into you, he reaches so deeply into you that it makes your stomach turn and sink in mindblowing pleasure, and it finally hits that sweet spot.
you are so so close, you can nearly taste your orgasm on the tip of your tongue.
you call his name, mewl so delightlfully as he feels your pussy repeteadly clench and drool around his dick with every snap of his hips. he moans into your neck, feeling your pace get faster and rougher the closer you get. his voice is deep and filled with unbridled lust as he speaks, "come on then, take what you need, come on my cock."
your orgasm crushes through you so violently that your voice is robbed from you- the moan that desperately wanted to leave your beautiful, tempting lips die in your throat as your body is wrecked with tremors and shudders above him.
for a moment madara is so fascinated by the sight of you– of your head thrown back and eyes scrunched shut in sheer bliss, of lips parted and pearly drops of sweat dribbling down your neck to the center of your chest– that the man forgets his own pleasure, for that moment he's so enthralled by you that he neglects his own aching cock.
and when he does take notice of it, with how hard it is twitching inside of you and how he's on the brink of his own orgasm, it's too late. in seconds you lift your hips up and off him and the lack of any stimulation after being on the very edge of the precipice leaves the man so dazed he doesn't react.
lust, perplexion and frustration courses through his features but never to settle. for the first time in his life he was speechless.
your chuckle brings him back to reality, forces him to face the brutal ache he feels on his drenched cock and balls from the merciless denial.
"what?" your breath is still ragged and coming in pants, eyes still half lidded in your blissful beauty. you look stunning, abosolutely fucked out and beautiful even in exhaustion, "did I interrupt something?" but is the look in your eyes and that little smirk you have when you utter those words that does it for him.
oh, so this is how you want to play?











