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Gods are not Meant to be Bound

Art posted with permission from the incredibly talented @lesyarei7. Thank you for making my mind run! 💖

Distracted and horny for Madara again. Pure Madara x Fem!Reader smut inspired by the image above.

He was the one who was bound, but it felt as if you were the prey. You were the one trapped with him.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW. Light bondage, brat taming, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, creampie, mentions of blood and violence (This is fiction. Seriously, don’t have sex with multiple strangers’ blood all over you). Madara is a dom, he loves his Reader. No abuse or degradation.

Words:2801 On AO3

"I will have you again." Madara's whisper tickled your ears and shot to your crotch as he hungrily grabbed your hips and pulled you to him. He rolled against you in promise of what's to come. Your pussy clenched. ALREADY?! You were still sore from earlier. Your mind screamed in horrified excitement. You loved when he got ravenous for you, but my goodness, this man could be insatiable.

He kneaded your fleshy ass with both hands and groaned, deft digits on one hand coming back around to rub against the fabric of your panties. Velvet lips meeting yours, he suckled lightly at your mouth before entering immediately to claim what was his. Your tongues fought briefly until he dominated, pushing yours aside in his exploration. He ate each of your moans. By the time you finally broke apart, you were breathless from his ministrations.

“You weren’t supposed to be here.” Madara stared at you, his disapproval as clear as if it were still day.

“I had to come back to help with the cleanup. You did such a thorough job earlier,” you replied in frustration. Blood still remained all over the walls, even if the bodies were now removed. You knew Madara would follow you back here.

“How foolish to return. It seems you haven’t learned anything today.”

“Today I learned you’ll always appear in dramatic fashion to make a complete mess of things!” You rolled your eyes.

Madara stepped even closer and you raised your arm between you in feeble defence. He was still petting your crotch in tight circles through your underwear, a damp spot having already blossomed. “To protect you. What do you think would have happened if I hadn’t come? If must make another mess—”

His face was close. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes as he devoured you with his gaze.

 “—I’ll just have to teach you again.” He pressed hard against your crotch, fingers slipping under the thin moist cloth and tracing around your nub. Your legs tensed, but you looked up at him in defiance.

“I like learning.” Especially when the lessons were with Madara. You could tell he was extremely angry with you despite his arousal.

“Hn you won’t forget this time. I shall make a mess of you."

You shuddered, kissing him again to make your man shut up and running your hands down his waist and across defined abs. Such a deliciously strong body. You could feel his strength radiating and filling the space as you pressed against him. Still his hand rubbed your clit while the other took greedy handfuls from your hip and butt. A finger delved inside to test your depths.

You felt your blood sizzle under his gaze. It was like he saw through you. You cracked. Everything was suddenly too much –the way he consumed you with his eyes, the way he touched you, the sinful words that fell from his mouth. You shoved him back to his surprise. "Too much! Y-you can't talk to me like t-that, and look at me like that, and touch me like that all at the same time!" You looked up at him with wide eyes, panting and flushed.

“I thought class was in session.” Madara came back to you with mirth tilting his lips up.

“I’m not the one who needs a lesson! You should be taught about use of excessive force!”

“Still such a mouth on you. There are better uses for your mouth Y/N.”

Challenge accepted.

Irritation building to a high, you pressed against his chest, nudging him in a backwards dance until his back touched the wall. You held up one of his arms and carefully bound his wrist to a handcuff you'd placed there previously.

Madara was curious. Your placement of the restraints was so slow he could have broken out easily, or even stopped you from applying them to begin with, but he complied for now. He enjoyed when you got feisty. You applied the cuff to his other wrist and stepped back to look at your handiwork while Madara likewise studied you.

Unhappy with the way you always felt naked even while fully clothed with Madara, you yanked up his shirt and left it behind his neck. It was your turn to ogle him. His skin was porcelain, chest thick with muscle, and his biceps solid. You ran your hands up his arms and squeezed those big biceps, giggling when he flexed for you. They were much too large for your hands to close around and you hummed in appreciation. Small scars littered Madara’s body, evidence of the difficult life he led. Dried blood that had seeped through his shirt still caked his shoulders and upper arms from the fight this morning. Your eyes trailed over perfectly sculpted abs, tracking a dusting of black hair under his navel that crept down and disappeared under dark purple trousers. You reached out to touch him again, tracing slender fingers over the tattoo on his left pec that curled around to his side. A tiger. How fitting. Madara was absolutely the ferocious and elegant beast who knew he was the biggest cat around.

Madara leered down at you imperiously. "Like what you see?" Carved in the likeness of a god, his presence really did occupy the entire area. It was stifling.

You flushed. He was the one who was bound, but it felt as if you were the prey.

You growled at him, annoyed at how he gets you flustered so easily. You brought out a blindfold and slipped it over Madara's obsidian eyes so he couldn't keep doing what he does with his gaze. Madara chuckled darkly. He couldn't be more amused with your attempts to contain him.

Time for you to get to work. You cupped him through his pants, tracing the long outline bulging through. It was already firm to touch. You pressed harder against him, the heat from your hand transferring through the pants and warming Madara’s cock. It was so girthy. Your mouth watered and you decided you played enough. It was time for dinner anyways.

You tugged down the trousers, but was a bit too late. Distracted by your own arousal, you didn’t react in time to dodge the heavy weapon that sprang out and slapped you in the face, leaving a trail of moisture on your cheek.

Precum!

“Seems like someone else is needy tonight.” You snickered at him. Madara was beautiful, with his arms bound, blindfolded, his hard shaft hanging out dripping pre. So stoic, but his other head betrayed his need. You were so hungry for him too.

Flicking your tongue out to test his flavour, you moaned. Delicious. You flickered repeatedly at his shiny, sensitive glans before digging into the slit. You rubbed yourself under your skirt with one hand, the other coming up to grasp Madara.

You massaged his cock while you nursed on him for some time, until you pulled his skin over the crown and tugged at it with your lips, slipping a thumb under his foreskin to tickle his head. You dragged his skin back to retract it all the way before bringing the hood up again. Mmm this is nature’s most fun toy. Taking a breath to prepare yourself, you relaxed your throat to take Madara all the way until you gagged.

Not there yet. You looked up at Madara through watery eyes. His lips were in a taut thin line, his body tense, keeping his composure by taking long, even breaths. If you could see him completely, you knew his brows would be furrowed as he watched you intently.

In truth, Madara’s shaft didn’t taste much. If you had to describe it, it would be a fleshy flavour. It was a thick, steel rod with a slightly musky scent covered in silken skin. The texture drove you nuts. Your nose touched his soft bed of pubes and you tried to inhale Madara again like an addict, only to be reminded you couldn’t breathe properly with him down your throat.

You wriggled the tip of your tongue against the spot where his dick ended and balls began, making Madara hiss. Pleased with yourself, your stretched your tongue as far as it could to lick at the uppermost part of his sack while your fingertips on the other hand drummed lightly on the orbs. Dragging your tongue to the underside of the shaft, you groaned again as you shoved three fingers up your empty hole. The soreness was forgotten for the time being, only the most satisfying stretch registering in your depraved mind.

Your gags and soft moans reverberated through Madara’s cock. “If you’re this hungry, you should come take it and sate yourself.” Finally finishing your feast, you squeezed this sturdy thigh and stood as you remembered you too needed to breathe.

Wiping the back of your mouth, you crept back up while inhaling his virile male scent, leaving small kisses along his belly and chest and teasing his nipples. You licked his collarbone and gave him a peck when you arrived back at his lips.

“No one was asking for your opinion, love. I should have brought a gag for you,” you quipped.

Madara laughed, thoroughly enjoying how this night was playing out. You turned to face your rear towards Madara. Lining yourself up, you mounted him, hot shaft entering inch by agonizing inch. You groaned, your king was so THICK, the stretch monstrous against your abused walls. You wondered if despite your wet walls weeping for his cock you'd be able to walk later.

Madara activated his Sharingan. It wasn't perfect through the blindfold, but the combination of his Sensing and bloodline let him 'see' you more than adequately.

 At last, the heavy scrotum full of potent seed met your inner lips' hug. You flexed and relaxed your muscles to massage your lover's member, loving the sensation of fullness. Heat built in your core the longer you stayed seated.

Breathing deeply, you started the rhythmic dance, rolling back against his shaft slowly. His smooth head gently bumped against your cervix, making you sigh in satisfaction. You went at a steady pace you enjoyed, humming and tilting your hips to gain a better angle within your honey pot.

As he observed you, Madara could feel his sack steadily drawing up. What a sight, having you take your pleasure from him while he was ‘restrained,’ your skirt thrown up over your back and panties pushed to the side as you moved against him. He bucked hard into you, almost toppling you over with the intensity of his thrust, and you squawked, wishing you had something to hold onto. You put your hands on your knees to steady yourself against Madara’s sudden wild rutting against your cervix, your snatch throbbing in spite of her natural lubrication.

"Ah- ah -AH!" You cried, "MADARA, PLEASE not so hard! Softly!"

Madara murmured, "What’s wrong Y/N? Can't handle me?" Once you got him started, Madara would fuck you anywhere, even out here. “Silly woman. Did you forget I still have use of my legs?” And his hips too. He shoved forcefully to remind you.

"Shut your mouth!" You gasped, gritting your teeth. Did he forget what he did to you only this morning?! "This is all your fault!"

“I remember of course. You did well earlier. Hn, you brought it upon yourself, but I shall make it up to you." He slowed his frenzied thrusting to a gentle roll of his hips, until he decided he made the rules. Your frantic mind registered metallic creaking and a SNAP. Madara had casually broken the bonds and wrested off the cuffs. He palmed your breasts, groping them, then pulled you up to him by the tits. He tilted your chin to face him, lightly running his soft lips against your cheek.

Only this morning, Madara punished your pussy severely. For recklessly putting yourself at risk, he said. You eyed the scenery around you. The bodies were gone, but the blood of those enemies still painted the walls behind metal bars. There had been at least 20 enemy shinobi. You were holding them off well enough and trying to escape, when suddenly the surroundings exploded and you found everyone dead. Basically everything was destroyed in the vicinity except you. Madara. He brought you back to the compound and spent the morning reaffirming that you were in fact alive and safe there with him. And teaching you a lesson.

“Kitten, you thought you could hold me?" He cooed gleefully at you. No you didn't. In fact, you didn't think the measly handcuffs would have contained even the most mediocre of shinobi without restraining seals, let alone a legend like Madara. But you had wanted to hold him back somehow. The cuffs were kind of meant to be Just an Innocent Joke! It seemed you ended up exciting him more. Oh no. The ‘danger’ was here with him.

He crowded you as you attempted to back away in alarm. The thought of needing to run crossed your mind as Madara stalked you with a hidden predatory gleam in his eyes until you hit the wall yourself. Madara towered over you. You were the one trapped with him. You quivered in anticipation.

Madara pressed you to the wall, reaching below your waistline to rip off your panties and take a whiff of the crotch. Hn such a silly piece of clothing. He shoved your ruined underwear in his pocket.

He scented your hair and kissed your forehead. Then rubbing his cheek against yours, he picked you up by the back of your thighs and sat you on his cock. He effortlessly bounced you on him, wet hips slapping as he held and fucked you leisurely against the wall.

“I told you before I would take care of you,” he whispered while licking at your exposed neck. Madara was exceptionally hard. You flexed your inner muscles to feel him better and whimpered.

Something about this animalistic coupling got to you too. Here you were, grounded by nothing except Madara holding you against him while he shoved himself into you. You clung to his shoulders and waist, your juices sliding down his cock. You could hear the crude squelching loudly in this space that used to be an alley. You were delirious with need, loving the crazed snarl plastered on Madara's face as you gave yourself to him and he struggled to control himself. His pace quickened as he watched you possessively from behind the blindfold. Your head lolled back. You held him tightly around the nape and clutched his hair.

"Harder!" You keened.

Madara continued to stand there, tirelessly bobbing you up and down. Your weight was negligible to him. It was his turn to take his pleasure from your body as though he were using his sex doll.

"Softer, harder, which is it? Do you want me?" What a tease.

Blushing furiously, you screamed, "Ahhh! Please harder! More!"

"Try again. I know you can be more polite than that." He pulled out until just the tip remained inside.

You clenched your eyes and begged, "Please take me hard Madara. Please give me more of you."

Madara’s hips smashed against yours and he growled, burying your back into the wall repeatedly. You moaned and sobbed and begged for more as you held on for dear life. The experience became overwhelming and you creamed yourself on his cock. Madara fully planned on ravishing you completely. He pounded you until he went rigid and flooded you with cum, rocking you against him as he devoured your lips again. You removed the blindfold and cupped his face in your hands, kissing him back while he spent himself. He looked much more relaxed now, his features were younger and almost boyish. You loved this man and everything he was.

Crimson irises studied you lazily in return. You nipped him on the nose and he chortled heartily. Feeling safe and content in his embrace, you went limp and welcomed Madara's tenderness after the rough ride. It was time to go back for dinner. He carried you home to the washroom and started running the bath as you huddled against him, his warm batter leaking down your thighs the entire time.

It didn't matter how many times Madara took you. Even if your brain told you it was enough, or when your body reminded you of its exhaustion, you wanted to be with your lover. For Madara, you would always bend over to receive him. For Madara, you would always spread your legs again. It was where it was safest and where you were meant to be. Your eyes were heavy after the chaos of the day. Settling against your love, you fell asleep.

~End~