madara + fem reader cockwarming at first then riding him Pleaseee rough or soft ur choice tysm 🫶🫶
A/N: i've had this one cooking for awhile... influx of mama fuckers in my inbox induced me into finally finishing it
Pairing: Madara Mikejima x fem!reader
Content: Its date night with Madara, and you decide you want to rile him up a bit. This is, well, this is the result of that
Warnings: NSFW, fingering, penetration sex(p in v), a very tiny amount of cockwarming, riding but only sort of because madara is lifting you up and down, use of slut whore & brat, slight daddy kink(one mention), handjobs, size kink, breeding kink if you squint, rough sex
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NSFW oneshot under cut!
"You're such a good little slut, dressing up so pretty for me"
Madaras hands were all over you the second you got home, pulling you into his lap and hiking your skirt up your thighs, palming you through the thin lace of your panties. You had planned this, of course. The tight black dress with the plunging neckline, the thigh high stockings held up by garters, the sheer lingerie that you could just see peeking out from under your skirt. All of it had been hand picked by you to drive your boyfriend crazy.
By the looks of it, your little plan had worked.
You moaned as his teeth found your neck, softly nibbling and sucking hickeys into the sensitive skin. Madara always tired to be as gentle as possible with you, claiming that he was worried he'd end up hurting you due to the size difference between the two of you. But you could feel the way his rock-hard cock twitched under you, like a spring ready to pop, and you could tell he was holding back.
"Mama~" You mewled, rocking your hips against his budge and earning a low groan from him. "Don't tease..."
He merely chuckled, using one of his large hands to spread your thighs apart, his fingers dipping under the fabric of your panties and brushing against your already dripping cunt. "Someone's excited" He cooed, rubbing soft circles on your clit as you squirmed in his lap. "What, did you think you could wear something like this without any consequences?"
"M-maybe-fuck-" Your words were cut of by a shuddered moan as he slipped a finger into your tight hole, pumping in and out at a lazy pace. "Do you like it?~" You looked up at him through your eyelashes, biting down on your bottom lip when he curled his finger inside you, brushing ever so slightly against that spot that made you see stars.
"Hm, you look like a dream. Like a princess all dressed up for her Daddy. You like making me feel this way, huh? You like driving me insane while we're in public?" Madaras free hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you in, gently rocking you over the strain of his pants as he continued to pump in and out.
In and out. In and out. In and out. Each time his fingers plunged inside you felt a mountain of fire shooting through your body and all you could do about it was follow his movements and cling onto his shoulders like a lifeline. In and out, over and over again.
God, it felt too good.
Madara could fuck you with just his fingers and you'd always be satisfied. The digits were all at least 4.5 inches in length and were each the thickness of two of your fingers pushed together. How he moved inside you so effortlessly and pleasurably was insane to you in everyway, and you choose to never question where he learnt those skills. Maybe somewhere along the way of his lifetime of woman before you he had picked up some skills, you weren't complaining no matter the case.
Emerald green eyes had a twinkle of mischief in them as they watched you intently, a predator stalking its prey and awaiting the prefect time to pounce was what it reminded you of. "I asked you a question, darl', don't ignore me now"
"God-yes! I love to, augh! M-make you feel good!"
Your eyes rolled backwards to meet your brain at the thought of just how much power he held over you. Being bigger, stronger, and in this moment much more intelligently in check than you, Madara could do anything he wanted to you and you wouldn't think twice. He could've had you any way he pleased, in the booth at the restaurant, the alley out the back, pulled over on the side of the road whilst his motorcycle was still roaring. Considering that you two had fucked on almost every surface in his apartment-and rather shamefully, some public bathrooms-you wouldn't have batted an eye. As long as you got to cum in the end you felt it was all worth it.
"Hmh, that's right. And what are you?" Madara cooed, pressing another thick finger into the sopping mess that was your cunt. Squelching noises coming from your hole accompanied his lust-filled tone. "C'mon baby, tell me what you are"
The tip of his index finger brushed harshly against your sweet spot, causing your back to arch and your vision to go blank with blissful goodness. "A slut! Your slut!" You could barely see through the haze in your eyes but you all but knew there would be a smirk on Madaras face. He was possessive as ever and loved nothing more than to hear you admit you belonged to him. It was a side to him that only came out during moments like this one.
"Damn right you are. All mine, aye? No one else gets to fuck this pussy like I do. You wanna cum? Fuck, I've hardly done anything yet and your soaked"
"'m sorry!" Your voice came out in shaky spurts, each word sounding more like a whine or a moan than an actual statement. "Please let me cum! Please, I've been good haven't I? Mama!"
The way you called his name with such pleasure made his head spin and his cock throb. All the friction from your bare cunt rubbing against his clothed crotch was becoming almost too much for him, he felt as if he might have came in his pants like a horny teenage boy at the rate you were going. Madara was a gentleman, he never liked to cum before you did, but selfishness was a strong emotion that was taking over his body along with his lust.
With a grin on his lips, he removed his fingers from you with a 'plop!' sound, bringing them to his grinning face and sucking the juices off of them. The taste was sweet to him, like cake or muffins baked by a loving grandmother. Prefect recipe for a sinful treat. You could've died at the feeling of sudden emptiness that filled your body now, having been so close to your release just to have it taken right out of the palm of your hand. You had half a mind to punch that smirk right off your boyfriends face.
"Fuck!" You hissed as you felt drips of your arousal falling down to stain both Madaras pants and the couch beneath you. "Why'd you do that!? I was so close!"
Madara let out a laugh, as if it were obvious and you were just a stupid idiot. You narrowed your eyes at him and he shook his head, wiping the extra juices still on his hand away on the edge of the couch. "That's not really how you wanna cum, is it? My cocks better than my fingers, you know~"
"Madara-"
"Ride me, baby girl. Take what you need from me before I lose it"
It was demanding, his command, yet still kind and sweet in its own special way. The special way that it was from Madara, you supposed. You wasted no more time after that, hiking your skirt up to your stomach and pulled your panties down to your ankles before undoing his belt, then pulling down the denim of his jeans and his boxers in one go to reveal his aching and hard erection. You gulped as you watched a glob of shiny white pre-cum fall drip down the edge of his cock, following the line of his vein all the way down to the base.
Gorgeous wasn't a word you liked to use to describe a mans cock, but when it came to Madara you discarded that rule. Not only was he huge, but the width of it alone could make any woman drool and drop to their knees. Veiny, but not disgustingly so. Hairy, but not so much that it gave you a rash.
You reached down and gave the head a few lazy strokes, smearing the pre-cum up and down like a makeshift lube. Madaras face twitched in anticipation as he watched your movements, large hands resting on the fatty flesh of your thighs and his nails digging in slightly when you brushed over the more sensitive parts of his length. You imagined there would be bruises later, but that only added to the excitement of it all.
Giving him one final pump, you used your spare hand to hoist yourself up a little higher, positioning your entrance just above the head of his cock. You grinded yourself against him for a second, allowing the tip to enter you just barely before lifting yourself back off it. The blood-red tip was screaming at you, begging to be shoved deep inside your gooey hole. Although it killed you to not immediately have him ramming your insides, doing this made you feel like you still had a sense of control over the situation even when it was so clear that Madara was the card master. To tease him, to edge him, to deny him of what he asked you to do was a thrill you rather enjoyed.
"Don't be a brat" A low growl rumbled from Madara throat at your teasing, his fingernails digging in even deeper and causing you to let out a whine and loose your balance, slipping downwards onto his cock. You were about halfway down his length now. The stretch was so powerful and painful, you felt small tears pricking along your lash line at the feeling.
You were no stranger to Madaras size, shit, the two of you had sex not even a week ago, a steamy encounter that had left you breathless and motionless on the bed for hours after. Perhaps it was the way you two were sat now that made him feel even larger, or maybe your mind was too absorbed by pure pleasure that every action he made inside you got doubled by 10.
Either way, there was no better feeling than being stuffed full by him, you had found, so any burn he gave you, you'd take all the same.
"Shh, c'mon, its alright" Madara cooed at the sight of your tears. He brought a hand up to brush them away, creasing your cheek and rubbing his thumb up and down the side of your face in the process. Clearly he had seen the obvious look of pain on your face and was now trying to ease the ache with sweet gestures and kind words. "Just stay there, you don't need to move yet, wait until your ready"
You shook your head, grabbing onto his shoulders and pushing yourself down more. About 3 more inches of his cock were left for your hole to swallow up now. "No! I can do it! Just let me- augh!" Your words were cut off by a loud yelp as you sunk down deeper and deeper until you couldn't anymore, until Madaras tip was pressed flush against your cervix and your hips were connected together.
A wave of intense pleasure rushed through your veins and fell out your mouth in the way of a long, drawn-out whimper. You could feel the veins of his length pulsating against your walls, and you were sure that if he had thrusted upwards in that moment he would have fucked straight into your womb-a scary but not unwelcomed thought.
Brown sweat infused hair fell over Madaras forehead and his eyes were blown wide, mouth open in an 'o' shape but somehow that damn grin never left his face. All thoughts in the both of your minds had washed away into the wind and now all the remained was your lust and undying desire for each other.
Madaras hand that held your cheek moved up, lacing themselves in your messy hair and tugging lightly, just enough for your head to be pulled backwards and for your neck to become more exposed. "Taking me like a champ" He mumbled, lips finding the nape of your neck to press sloppy and saliva filled kisses to the skin,
"Always a little whore for me, aren't you? I love it so much when you act like this, you know? Makes me wanna fuck this dumb little pussy full of my cum. Do you want that?"
You could barely manage an answer due to the fog in your brain, only able to gasp out a mere "Yes!" before all your noises morphed into moans. Your walls squeezed around his thickness in a death like grip, as if you were trying to milk him for all he had before he could even finish. Madara grunted at the feeling and his nails dug deep into your scalp, earning a whimper that escaped your lips.
"I'm gonna start-fuck-, I'm gonna start moving now, okay princess?"
Your head fell into his shoulder and you nodded in approval, screwing your eyes shut in preparation for what was going to come next. Madaras hand in your hair was now moving back to your hips and griping onto them, gently rocking you backwards and forwards. Your clit brushed over the hairs that dotted his pelvis, sweet sweet friction that sent a shockwave down your spine, an added bonus to the consistent bliss you gained from his cock inside you. Drool came dripping out from your open wide mouth, the mess landing onto and staining Madaras button down.
Slow and calculated was the pace that you two started out with. Madara lifted you up and down on his cock with ease, as if you were nothing but a fuckdoll. Simple praises of "Good girl" and "I've got you" fell from his lips like a leaky tap and you greedily took in each word. Each time he lifted you, you could feel the head of his dick drag across the ridges of your walls. It was leaking with sticky pre-cum, which made the drag much easier and also added to the messy mix of lewd sounds in the room. Madaras grunts, your whines, your pussy squelching and his cock plunging deep into your core. All of it together created the prefect song of passion. You could've stayed that way forever.
But this was Madara, a man with a short temper and an even shorter patience. You knew in your head that he wouldn't be able to keep up with this lazy speed for much longer, his body yearned for something rougher and quicker and you were well aware of it. You could only wait until...
"Fuck, baby, I'm sorry"
There it was.
In a matter of milliseconds, the man had pulled you nearly all the way of his dick, leaving only the tip in before slamming you all the way back down, all while thrusting his own hips upwards to meet yours halfway. A scream reputed from your throat at the action, and you only continued the sound as he kept up his movements. It was completely unforgiving, he was like a beast that had suddenly gone into heat without warning.
"Mama!- You, mhmp! You feel so, so good!" You groaned in between thrusts, biting down into his shoulder hard enough to leave a bright purple mark in the skin. He growled at the sensation, it edging him on to go harder with his movements.
You were being completely spit in half thanks to Madara and his huge cock. He bottomed out with each thrust and his heavy balls slapped against your ass every time, sure to leave a funny shaped mark there the next day. Tears were falling freely from your eyes now and you were out of control of your own moans. You looked like a pornstar in a video of the worst quality possible, but somehow that all but made Madara want you even more.
His lips meet your neck once more, licking and sucking harshly, even grazing his teeth over your pulse point just to be cheeky, "Yeah? You like that? Shit, I'm gonna fill you up so good, gonna make sure every last drop stays inside. Then no one else will touch you once they see that you belong to me"
"I already do! Fuck! Mama- Mama! I'm gonna cum soon, so close~"
Madara let out a breathy chuckle at your words. There was a glint of something in his eyes as he placed one last kiss to your neck, something that you couldn't quite put a finger on. There was a hint of fondness to it, but that's all you could make out whilst being pounded into. "So am I, go on then, cum for me. I'll be right behind you"
Snap.
The coil in your stomach snapped at that, the permission to finish. A wave of warm then cold washed over your entire body as your orgasm came crashing into you like a truck to a brick wall. You rode out your high on Madaras cock as he slowed down a bit, returning to his original pace of gently rocking you as he neared closer. If you could've thought straight you would've thanked him for the slower pace as over stimulation quickly settled into your body.
His orgasm came not long after, but longer than it would've taken if he had continued using you as a ragdoll. Loads upon loads of hot and sticky cum shot deep into your cunt and straight into the warmth of your womb. A few spare drops leaked out from where the two of you connected, running down both of your legs and reaching the floor, creating a glossy white puddle on the hard wood floor. You'd clean that up later.
It took you a few minutes to climb down from your high, your whole body still being limp from Madaras relentlessness. He moved you whilst you were still in that daze, pulling you off his cock and laying you down on your back against the couch. Your dress was pulled back down to cover you in that moment, and when you regained your composure you saw and felt Madara laying above you, his chin resting on the exposed skin of your upper chest and his body acting as that of a heated blanket.
"Hi" He was smiling down at you, stupid giddy look on his face that could cure all the worlds problems.
"Hi" You mumbled back, trying to mimic the look on his face, although you probably looked more silly and zombie-like rather than cute and puppyish like Madara did.
"You had a good time?"
"Yeah. Better than good, thank you"
"No need to thank me, darl', its what I do"
You giggled at that, and softly grasped his cheeks and pulled him in for a much sweeter and less heated kiss. It lasted a long time, and you could feel yourself getting lost in the sheer amount of emotion you had in your heart for this man. Left over thrill from your session was still lingering in the air, but it was fading, being replaced by the same feeling you saw in Madaras eyes eariler.
Love, adoration.
You wondered how you'd top this on the next date night, maybe treat him to his favourite sushi place. Yeah, that'd do it.
