The Uchiha Corp (Modern Naruto: Various x Reader)

Swept Away

Friday afternoon Madara came home from work early and found Y/n soaking in the oversized tub of the penthouse. He sent Kisame to his own penthouse, Y/n's old one, allowing Itachi and Izumi to use the 'spare' for a bit. Madara didn't argue when Itachi asked, some crap about Izumi wanting away from everyone else. Madara was tired and didn't want to deal with anyone else for the day, so he left a little after lunch.

The moment Madara saw her, he felt instant relief. He stood in the doorway and watched as she had her head resting on the edge of the tub and feet propped over one another on the faucet. He could see the smooth skin up to her knees, but the rest of her was covered by the bathtub. She was humming softly to herself and she seemed so at ease with the world and he wanted to make sure it stayed that way.

Madara stepped back into the bedroom and stripped to just his slacks, no belt in place. He entered the bathroom once again and she was still in the same state as before. He walked to Y/n in slow steps and listened to her tune, trying to place it. Part of him didn't want to disturb her but he needed her affection, and he wanted to let some of his pent up aggression out as well. He knelt by the tub and dipped his hand into the steaming water, Y/n always liked it scalding hot, leaving her skin red.

Y/n felt the water ripple and her eyes fluttered open slowly and she shrank back just a hair when she realized she was no longer alone. Madara smiled softly and Y/n returned the smile as she shifted back to where she was before. In a peaceful silence, he took his thumb and ran it over her lips before he held her neck to pull her closer for a kiss. She sat up and met his lips with the same hunger she felt from him.

Madara has been gentle with Y/n as of late, and with the stress weighing down on him, he's ready to let out his frustrations. Y/n was curious how long he would wait to show his dominance again, it seemed as though the moment was now. His hand fisted into her hair that was in a loose bun and the tie fell into the water. She heard his hand move into the water but she didn't expect him to immediately make his way between her legs and start rubbing her clit.

Y/n gasped into his mouth and he smirked as he tilted her head back. Her skin tasted like sweat and water from the heat of her bath and he loved it. His teeth grazed her collarbone and she shivered at the sensation of him doing so. Y/n gripped the side of the tub and her head was still thrown back, her hair dipping into the water. Madara's fingers pushed into her and she moaned at the feeling, his lips dancing across her bust.

She was unrestrained as she made noises of content at his ministrations, her face twisting into an expression of bliss. Madara's pace quickened as he felt her clench around his fingers and Y/n began to pant. Once the scream left her lips he slipped his fingers from her and scooped her out of the tub. She kissed him hungrily and he expertly carried her to the bedroom where she was dropped to the mattress. He grabbed Y/n's ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed and flipped her over.

They both loved the platform bed for its height, her feet on the ground, she barely had to push to her toes to be at the perfect height for him. Madara knelt behind Y/n and she gripped the sheets tightly as his mouth hungrily drank her in. Her hair was damp and fanned out over her back as she arched herself at the feeling of his hot tongue. Madara felt Y/n shift and he responded by giving her ass a harsh slap, making her jump and help in surprise. She moved again and a slap hit the other cheek as he growled.

"Must I tie your hands?" His voice was deep and husky and she shivered at the sound and the threat.

In response Y/n placed her hands on her lower back, wrists crossed. His mouth left a trail of kisses up her back and he chuckled deeply as he stood straight. She laid with her cheek pressed to the soft, light blue, sheet and watched as he walked to the nightstand pulled a silk sash from the drawer. Madara returned to the foot of the bed and bound her hands, a little tighter than normal. The sound of leather being pulled from his waist hit her ears and she waited eagerly to see what he would do next.

Slightly dejected the leather didn't meet her skin, she gasped when she felt his teeth sink into the flesh of her ass cheek. Madara's fingers traced her slit and she pushed back which lead to another bite. She wiggled her ass as he continued to tease her entrance but she soon learned why he was doing so. His finger circled her ass and she bit her lip as he pushed in slowly. Madara repeated the action a few times until his finger easily slid into her.

"Fuck," it was muffled by the bed since she moved face down, but he knew what he heard as he eased his cock into her wet core.

Thrusts were harsh and rough and his finger matched his pace as his free hand gripped her bound hands. Madara held tightly as he slammed into her and her moans turned into screams at the feeling. Her head was thrown back as she screamed as she reached her first climax. Madara pulled his finger from her and both hands held her hips now. Y/n's hands flexed before she dug her nails into her palms, the feeling of her orgasm rocking her body.

"That's it," Madara grunted, "cum all over me." Y/n did just that and he had to hold himself back from following her already.

With a hand in her hair, she was pulled up and held against his chest. One arm was wrapped around her tightly and the other snaked around and between her legs. Madara's teeth sank into her shoulders where he knew her dress would cover and she moaned with every bite. Her body would be covered in bites and bruises, and no one would ever see them. His fingers made easy work of her clit and she was soon panting from her second release.

Madara pulled away from her and unbound her hands. Y/n turned and slammed her lips to his and Madara groaned at feeling her hands fist into his hair. His hands gripped her ass and he lifted her legs to wrap around him. He easily guided her back onto the bed and without pulling away he plunged into her once again. She felt high almost and couldn't explain why the sex was different this time around somehow.

"Ah!" It was a scream of surprise, pleasure, and pain as he dipped his head and bit onto her breast before suckling her nipple.

Y/n's hands had started to grip his back and when he felt her nails he grinned as he took her hands and pinned them to the bed. Madara pushed himself up slightly so he could see her face and he would never forget how she looked beneath him. Her legs dropped as wide as she could and she couldn't hold in the moans, even if she wanted to.

Madara was gritting his teeth as he peered down at her, "Don't hold back." He directed her.

Y/n's eyes fluttered close and she arched her back. Madara's mouth latched onto a nipple and she screamed his name as she came again. His hands found her hips this time and moved onto his knees. Her hands moved but she didn't dare touch him, afraid he'd stop, and she fisted the bedsheets. Fingers dug into her skin as he relentlessly thrust into her.

"Yes!" She screamed as she felt his own end coming.

A rare slip from Madara as he murmured her name with one final thrust. Madara bent back down to Y/n and she opened her eyes to hold his stare as he brushed the hair from her face. A much softer kiss than she expected met her lips and she melted into him. In her mind she was screaming, and she had been, but she didn't see a way out at the moment, so she let herself be swept off her feet by the man hovering over her.

"My love," he whispered as he pulled away, she hummed in response as she looked at him again, "let's shower." He smirked as she smiled up at him and nodded.