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Madara and I are alone in the hideout. It's been a long day and tensions are high with the war soon approaching. We unwind in the only way we know how, sake and flirting with each other. There has been a lust between us for a long time, but between me collecting Jinchuriki and him running the Akatsuki, we decided it's best to stay focused on our mission.
Though sometimes, we get carried away.. the chemistry gets real, our dirty talk gets so hot and we'll get so close, even go as far as touching each other.. but we always pull away before crossing that line. Truth be told, I live for the moments where his hands are tangled in my hair, our lips mere millimeters away, teasing and tantalizing, his dick rock hard between our bodies grinding against each other.. but who am I kidding. We haven't even kissed.
At this point I'm not sure if it's because we're too afraid of catching feelings, or if we both just enjoy teasing the shit out of each other. Maybe it's just that he only likes the chase.. he knows what to say to get me fired up and he enjoys when I throw it back at him, but maybe this is his way of coping with the end of the world.. idk.. Tonight started out just like every night we get lit, but this time.. something feels different. I don't know what it is for sure, but I think all his restraint is starting to unravel.. I know mine is.
Our conversation turns from casual to competitive like always, when Madara, resting his chin on his fist, turns to remark me from across the room. His stare is cold as ever..
"Why don't you get comfortable and take off that cloak y/n."
I roll my eyes finishing the last sip of my sake, but here we go again..
"Feeling your sake, boss?" I reply placing my glass down on the table, "Why don't you come over here make me.. tease."
Madara's silent stare pierces through me. Every stare, every word, every time we go through this I feel the ties just slowly coming undone in my core. I want him to take me. I want it so bad I can taste it like blood on my tongue. With a flash he phases in front of me, inches away from my body staring down into my equally dead but lust filled eyes. I want so bad to not be consumed by him, I don't want him to have this kind of power over me.. but I can't help how he makes me feel weak between my legs. I break the stare to glance at his intoxicating lips when I catch the corner of his mouth turn up.
"You should already know I will make you do exactly as I say, if I so please."
The statement makes me drip with desire. My heart beats out of my chest and I feel the heat forming in my cheeks, amongst other places. I adjust myself to match his energy and coldly reply,
"Really? Big talk for someone who walks away every chance he gets to prove his manhood. I'm starting to think you only have eyes for Hashirama.."
My reply stikes a cord. Feeling the effects of toxic masculinity, Madara grabs me by my throat. Despite the reaction I think he was expecting, my body shivers with the slightest bit of fear. It's exhilarating. I close my eyes for just a moment to revel at the sensation and it all becomes clear how much stronger than me he is.
"I won't tolerate that smart mouth of yours y/n.." he growls, leaning closer to my ear, "not tonight. I've had enough of this repetitive nature between us."
Madara takes my wrists and pins them to the wall behind me. Pressing his body closer, he drags his lips along mine, not yet giving me the satisfaction of a kiss, but instead setting fire to every point in my body. The hairs on my neck stand up and goosebumps cover my arms. My breathe catches in my throat and my body leaches towards him.
"..don't toy with me Madara." I whisper, eyes half shut burning with desire. "I don't think I can contain this ache much longer.."
Madara chuckles low and breathy, almost sinister.. dragging his face along mine, his stubble rubbing against my soft skin. He gives my ear a quick nip with his teeth.
