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You’re on your phone, laying in bed when you hear the front door open, smiling to yourself as the door closes. You sit up, scooting to lean against the headboard. You’re not really paying attention to your phone anymore as you listen to Matt set his cane down and take his shoes off. He pads into the bedroom, taking his suit jacket off and hanging it back in the closet. He comes over to you and you smile, his hair looking messier than it had this morning.
“Hey baby,” you say as he loosens his tie and leans over to kiss you. “Long day at work?” Matt hums with a nod, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his dress shirt and sitting on the bed. You set your phone on the nightstand and scoot next to him, putting your arms around him and laying your head on his shoulder.
“I missed you,” you say, kissing under his ear as he finishes unbuttoning his shirt.
“Missed you too,” he says, kissing the top of your head. You pull his dress shirt off his shoulders, kissing down his neck, giving attention to his scars as you get to his back.
“What’s gotten into you?” Matt asks through a smile, craning his neck to look at you as you untuck his undershirt from his pants and urge him to take it off. He obliges, pulling the white top over his head and letting it drop down his arms and onto the floor.
“Nothing,” you say, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his cheek. “I told you I missed you. Can’t I just be happy you’re home?” Matt laughs at that and you know he knows you’re lying. Truth be told, you have a surprise for him and are dying to see his reaction. You finally found a set of silk lingerie that you liked and were actually silk. You have the dark red set on under one of Matt’s old t-shirts, but he doesn’t know that… yet.
“My girl just needs some attention?” he asks, hands coming up to rest on your arms and leans his head away to kiss you. You nod, knowing he can feel and hear the action. He leans in to kiss you again… and again, and again. After one last kiss to your lips, he leans his forehead against yours and has a smug smile on his face.
“You gonna keep undressing me or do I have to do it myself?” he says, voice low and husky and you’re satisfied because you know you’ve gotten him a little worked up now.
“I’ll undress you,” you purr, rubbing your hands down his toned chest, feeling each scar under your fingers. “But only if you promise to undress me next,” you whisper into his ear, hands toying with the waistband of his slacks.
“Mm, I think that can be arranged,” he says, running his nose along your cheek. You let go of him, sitting back to get off the bed and undo his belt and pants, when suddenly he turns around and grabs you. You let out a yelp, laughing as he pulls you into his lap, smothering you with kisses.
“What happened… to me… undressing you?” you ask in between kisses, adjusting yourself so you don’t fall onto the hardwood floor.
“Just wanted to give you some of that attention you wanted,” he mutters against your lips. He gives you one more kiss before letting you go, helping you stand.
“Have at it.” He tries and fails to hide his smirk as you kneel before him, arms coming to rest on his thick thighs, hands going to work his belt open.
“You’re so pretty, Matt,” you say, laying your head against your shoulder and looking up at him as you blindly unbutton and unzip his pants. He smiles shyly, a blush dusting his cheeks. His hand comes to pet your hair away from your face, head tilted down in your general direction. You rub a hand up and down his thigh, feeling the muscle flex beneath your touch through the fabric. When you move to take his pants off, he lifts his hips so you can pull them down, letting them pool around his ankles, belt clanking against the floor. He lifts one leg out and you tug his sock off, tossing it to the side. He does the same with the other leg and you take his second sock, pushing it away with his pants.
“C’mere,” Matt says, urging you to stand up before you do anything else. You oblige, stepping between his legs. He grabs your waist to push you into taking a step back as he stands up and makes you trade places with him, whispering for you to sit down. He takes your place on the floor and fuck he’s always looked so good on his knees for you. He places his hands on your thighs and runs his roughened palms up your skin and smiles when he finds the hem of his t-shirt, immediately recognizing the fabric and realizing you smell a little more like him than usual. When his hands dip under the shirt and he feels your panties, he freezes, eyebrows going up. You’ve surprised him alright. He continues his exploration, feeling the fabric and a smirk creeping its way across his lips. His one hand moves up your side and when he feels the same soft silk as his fingers tease at your breast, he smiles.
“This is what you were so excited about, isn’t it?” he asks, standing and tugging your shirt up with him. You let him take it off, tossing it to the floor with the rest of his discarded clothes.
“Took me forever to find real silk and in this color,” you say as he leans down to capture you in a searing kiss, much more passionate than his teasing kisses before. You wrap your arms around his neck, hand finding his hair and messing it up further than just him having ran his hands through it over the course of the day.
“What color are they?” he asks, leaning into you so you’ll lay back on the bed.
“You know what color they are, Matt,” you say against his lips. “Same color the Daredevil of Hell’s Kitchen runs around in every night.” Matt groans against your lips, coaxing you to open your mouth and let him in. Parting your lips, his tongue immediately licks into your mouth and you feel a pang of arousal in your stomach. Matt’s hand comes up to massage your breast through the fabric. You arch into his touch and he kisses down your neck, sucking a dark mark right over your pulse point.
“Mm, my girl. My girl thinking of me when she buys lingerie.” Matt croons, hand caressing over your breast, lightly pinching your hardened nipple that pokes against the fabric. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” He kisses down to where his hand is, taking your nipple into his mouth through the silk. You moan through a sigh, relaxing further into the sheets. His hand slides up your chest to rest against your throat and you tilt your head back further for him. Your hand finds his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp and moving with him as he kisses his way across your chest to take your other nipple in his mouth. You grind your hips up into him and he moans at the feeling of your silk-clad core against his stomach.
“Mm, fuck baby,” he mutters, moving to press his lips against yours, fingers resting just below your jaw. He pulls away and you whine, hands grasping for his biceps, but they fall short, landing on the bed. Your eyes fall to the bulge of his hard cock in his briefs and your pussy clenches on nothing as you shift your hips at the sight. He pushes his boxers down, kicking them away, cock springing free and already leaking precum. Before you can do anything, he’s laying back over you, heavy cock against your core. He slowly grinds into you and you moan, but then remember your panties.
“M-Matt, you’re gonna ruin them!” you say, trying to push him away by his shoulders and push your panties down.
“I’ll buy you a new pair,” he says, placing a hand on yours to stop you and diving back in to kiss and suck at your neck. “I’ll buy you ten… twenty.” He grinds into you again, rubbing against your clit and making the fabric more wet than it already was with your arousal.
“Mmm, fuck ,” you whine, canting your hips up into him again. Matt slowly rolls his hips against you, leaving kisses all over your face and neck before resting his forehead against yours. His glasses slide down his nose a bit, but he doesn’t seem to notice. You reach up and take them off his face, kissing his nose once they’re off. He takes them from you and you whine when he leaves you to place them on the nightstand.
“You’re the one that took them off,” Matt smiles, returning to you. You kiss him when he lays back over you, and a moan escapes you when he unexpectedly bucks into you. He continues fucking into you, his cock dragging just right against your clit.
“So good. So good for me. Such a good girl,” he groans against the shell of your ear, punctuating his words with thrusts. His praise sends a flood of arousal through you, straight to your cunt. You hum through pursed lips, wrapping your legs around his torso and fucking yourself up into him.
“That’s it, sweetheart, that’s it ,” he coos, picking up his pace and making sure each thrust is just right . Your hips stutter against his, already feeling a familiar coil tightening in your lower stomach. You never thought this would get you so aroused, but something about Matt being so worked up by you in lingerie that you picked for him is really doing it for you. Matt softly moans and grunts into your skin, rutting into you like he would when fucking you.
“Oh fuck yes, right there, Matt, right there,” you huff, bucking your hips into him and you wonder why you didn’t do this sooner.
“Can feel how fucking wet you are through those panties,” he mutters, burying his face in your neck. That of course only makes you wetter, gyrating your hips into him.
“Please, Matt, I ne— hah —need you,” you whine, fucking up against him.
“I’m right here, sweetheart,” he smiles, ever the tease, even as he ruts into you and pushes your hair back from your forehead, kissing it.
“Need you in, Matthew,” you say, putting your hands on his face.
“L-later. Wanna cum like this, need you to cum like this. Can you… can you do that for me, baby?” he asks, turning his head to kiss your palm. Just the thought of cumming like this pushes you closer to the edge.
“Ye-yeah,” you nod, hands moving to find purchase on his back, feeling the rough texture of all his scars under your fingers. He fucks into you harder, faster, and you know he’s getting close. As your hips stutter against his, you turn your head to the side, trying to muffle your moans through pursed lips.
“Ah… hm– hnnn,” you whine, brows furrowed in pleasure, covering your mouth with the back of your hand. Matt’s hand comes up and pulls yours away, placing it back on his waist.
“Come on baby, I know you can be louder than that. Let our neighbors know who’s making you feel this good,” he says, letting his thrusts slow down so you feel every one of them fully. When you allow yourself to moan freely, he grinds into you at the perfect pace and begins sucking more marks into your neck.
“Fu– fuck, Matt,” you cry, wrapping your legs around him to keep him close. You let out a long, whining moan as you get closer and closer to cumming. His shoulders are tense and you can tell he’s holding back. You want to tell him to go ahead, to cum for you, but you’re so, so close.
“I’m– I’m right there Matt, oh fuck,” you pant, now chasing your own high against him. His pace falters, but he does his best to keep it consistent.
“Fuck yeah sweetheart, come on. C– cum in those panties, on my cock. Le– let me make you feel good,” he huffs, brows knitted together, unfocused eyes looking a little above your head.
“Hngh– mm…hmm,” he moans, biting his lip to keep himself quiet so he can hear you. A slight shiver runs through you as your orgasm approaches and your cunt clenches.
“Ne– need you to cum, baby, I… I can’t wait any –hah– any longer.” Matt whines when you fuck up into him, rubbing your wet, clothed pussy against him. It sends you over the edge, the coil in your lower belly finally snapping.
“Oh god Matthew, yes!” you cry, scrunching your face in pleasure, the somewhat lighter than usual pressure against your clit making your orgasm more intense. You whine and whimper his name over and over again as he ruts into you, his own sweet moans falling from his lips as he cums with you. His hips stutter and his cum paints your stomach and panties in hot, white streaks. His whole body is tense and trembling as his hips continue with intermittent, jerky thrusts as he comes down from his high. Your hand rubs his back as he pants, letting his weight fall onto you, resting his forehead against your shoulder, and you can tell this might be the hardest he’s came in a while. You again wonder why you didn’t do this sooner and can’t help but smile at the man you’re now cradling in your arms. You kiss his hair before moving your head to rest against his.
“You did fantastic, Matt,” you mumble, unsure if he heard you but he probably did. “Made me feel so good. So good. Always good, baby.” You pet his hair, kissing the top of his head again. He mumbles something into your skin, but you don’t quite hear him.
“What was that?” you ask and he lifts his head, looking mostly at you.
“Said you oughta be careful, sweetheart. Gonna make me fuck you again,” he says with a smirk. You smile through a slight laugh, pushing hair back from his forehead.
“Well you know I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” you start, giving his lips a quick peck. “But I think maybe we should get cleaned up first. You wanna take a shower?” His eyebrows go up and you already know what he’s going to say.
“With you?” he asks, feigning surprise. You can’t help but chuckle, kissing his cheek.
“Yes, with me,” you say. You take Matt’s face in your hands and move his head to where he’s looking at you. Well, towards your face, his eyes remain in that unfocused, distant stare.
“I love you, Matthew Murdock.” He smiles and kisses you before saying your name and telling you,
“I love you too.”
“Now let’s shower, you made a mess,” you say, urging him to move so you can sit up. He stands, offering a hand to pull you up. You take it and are pulled up into his arms.
“You started it,” he says, hands around your waist, kissing your cheek. You can’t help but smile, shaking your head and rolling your eyes at him, pulling away to head to the bathroom for what you’re assuming will be an… eventful shower.
“You better have been serious about buying me a new pair, these took forever to find and they weren’t cheap,” you say, undressing as Matt comes to join you in the bathroom. He wraps his arms around your waist, not caring about his mess, kissing your neck and cheek.
“Oh sweetheart, I’ll replace every pair of panties you have with silk if it means we can do that again.”