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I'm a sucker for a loving Madara

OR SO YOU THOUGHT

Madara x reader

WARNINGS: nsfw, smut, 18+, ansgty emotional sex, parts of canon

a/n: a lot of authors and their works inspired this fic and im listing all of them here. make sure you check them out:

'Fragments' by @persephones-darkness'

Demons' by @kuramakakashi

'First heartbreak' by @thelovehashira143

'Map to hope' by @madarasthicc

Song- 'Again' by Noah Cyrus and xxxtentacion

Armor.

Headband.

Anxious hands hurried to discard clothes.

Gripping, tugging flesh and hair, desperate for each other. No words were said as urgency took the reins, leading both of you to your bed, holding onto each other anyway possible- sheer adrenaline and raw emotions drowning question and reason; his hands cupping and pinching the swell of your breasts, you arched into his touch dangerously.

There's nothing left for me here anymore.

The words he said minutes prior rang in your ears. Silence hung heavy in the air before the atmosphere crackled and you were on each other. You kissed him harder and with more fervour, trying to push away those thoughts. He reciprocated- his chafed hands picked you up before hurling you on the mattress, the sickly sweet moonlight blanching your supple naked body.

Madara wasted no moment in pouncing over you, his slacks thrown into the recesses of your room- a room bearing testimony to many such erotic nights, but not quite like this...no, not the same way, never the same way, The fear, agony, desperation intermingled with such irrepressible need for each other, twisted to mad, selfish hunger.

Hickeys that cracked your skin and drew blood in an attempt to mark you forever bloomed on your bosom. Madara stood up, rethinking his choices and decisions, doubt, pain and something akin to love lined his face- a deadly expression that could have made you crumble had you looked at it for a few seconds more. You pulled him back to you, back to where he belonged, or so you thought. He surrendered to your touch in total abandonment as you got on top of him, straddling his waist, his eyes dead and distant. So, you attached your lips to his again, hoping to reach the pits of his heart that had dark tar swirling in its depths. He seemingly came back to you as his hands found refuge on the softs of your thighs as he helped you ease himself into you. Throwing your head back, you let out a broken whimper of his name, prompting him to thrust all the way in while holding you down. His hands guide you to a rhythm as you hunch over his laid out frame, closing any distance, his hands knotted into your tresses, pulling harshly.

"Y/n...I can't..."

You hardly heard him with his staff splitting you in half, neither could you care any less- your peaks reaching a ceremonious high, breaths ragged, sweat beading on your back.

"God, I love you Y/n..." he rasped as his pace faltered.

"Tell me again."

"What?"

"Tell me that you love me again Madara!"

You scream-cried while sitting up to look directly at him, your eyes piercing his soul.

"I...love you...FUCK Y/n".

Again.

And again.

And again.

Madara chanted those words while drilling himself into you and ending in a explosive release that left you both shaking.

You rested your spent body over his and touched foreheads, sobbing from the mind-breaking high and also, hoping that this was enough for him to stay, that you were enough for him to stay.

.

.

.

Golden morning hues rolled in making you realize you'd fallen asleep. A smile tugged at your corners as memories of hot, writhing bodies and Madara's confessions of love eased into your mind.

"Good morning Mada-"

You turned around to search for his doting eyes but were met with a cold empty bed and a scratched headband-his headband- placed in front of a picture of when he kissed you for the first time.

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