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It's been a long couple of weeks. You've been busy locked away in the office and Matt was well...Matt. He's been putting in overtime, working on the handful of cases that had landed in the caring hands of Nelson & Murdock. Spending day after day running around from the office to the courthouse.
He's been working well into the night. At some point, he'll drag his weary body home with barely enough time to give you a kiss and change into the Daredevil suit. Then, off to work overtime as the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.
You would never ask him to stop. You love him. You love the devotion he has towards his city, but fuck you missed him. You missed having dinner while joking about your day. You missed going grocery shopping with him, and trying to explain your latest tv obsession while he brews coffee in the mornings. You just missed him.
And yea ok, you were absurdly horny. It's been weeks.
And Matt needed you too. You could tell. Pressure practically dripped off his shoulders, and you knew just what he needed to relieve it.
According to the text he'd sent you, Matt had left work around 10 minutes ago, leaving you just enough time to enact your plan. Knowing his time was limited, you needed to get started without him. You stretch along his comfortable couch, letting out a sigh, the softness of it feeling wonderful on your naked skin.
Your fingers were not nearly as satisfying as Matt's thick calloused ones but they'd have to do. You start playing with yourself, spurred on by thoughts of how he'll react. You'd barely gotten into a slow pleasurable rhythm when your phone starts ringing. Speak of the Devil.
Not stopping the movement of your fingers, you pick up, knowing he'd be able to hear the wet (and hopefully enticing) sounds over the phone. Your voice is a bit breathless when you greet him, "H-hello, Matty."
There's a pause on the other end of the line, a sharp intake of breath, and you smirk. Matt's voice is low, a hint of a growl, when he finally speaks. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Hmm, I think you know exactly what I'm doing. Ah."
"I thought- I thought I caught your scent. I'm still blocks away." He curses, voice low and hungry, more devil than lawyer. "Fuck. I can hear you, sweetheart."
Your voice takes on the breathy quality you know drives him crazy, "Hurry home, Matt. Please."
His growling morphs into a low gravely groan, the sound shooting straight to you, your fingers picking up speed. Matt's tone is sharp, bordering on scolding when he speaks. "You realize you're just making it harder for me to do that, right?"
"Making you hard was kind of my intention. Yes."
Matt growls out your name. You so easily picture him rubbing his forehead in frustration.
You gasp into the phone, "Ah. My boyfriend fights ninjas like nothing but can't walk while hard? I'm disappointed, Matty."
"Your boyfriend doesn't want to be charged with public indecency."
"Hmm, better take the rooftops then."
There's a snarl and a loud clang before the line goes quiet with a click.
That couldn't have gone any better in your opinion. Knowing Matt, his senses were probably hyperfocused on you at this very moment, even as he rushed home.
"C'mon, Matty. Fuck. I can't stop thinking about riding you into the couch. I need you so bad." You sigh, fingers teasing your clit the way he does, your breath hitching. The promise of what's to come making everything all the more hot.
The rooftop door busts open minutes later, and you openly moan in delight. Your half lidded eyes land on Matt's tense panting form. His tie is loose, hair messy in the telltale way that told you he'd been running his hands through it in frustration.
He slams the door shut behind him, cocking his head to the side as he analyzes the scene, eyebrows pinched together, hands on his hips.
You wave at him with glistening fingers, face breaking into a grin when he whines, "Welcome home, Matthew."
He's down the stairs in the blink of an eye, yanking his glasses and jacket off and tossing them aside carelessly. He makes his way towards you, hand quickly snatching your wrist before you could stick your fingers inside you once more.
He growls, "You drive me insane, you know that?"
"Sorry." But your apology is hardly believable to your own ears, let alone his. You bite your lower lip, eyeing the tempting bulge straining his slacks.
Matt undoes his belt one-handed, button and zipper following soon after. He places a knee on the edge off the couch, by your hip, as he hovers over you, fingers unyielding on your wrist as he brings your wet fingers up to his mouth.
His eyes half-close in bliss, tongue lapping at your fingers, free hand reaching down to lower his pants and boxers. Matt tilts his head back, releasing your fingers, to grunt loudly as he fists his cock. Hips thrust into his own fist in a stuttering rhythm, mouth falling slack in pleasure.
You're about to drool (you're pretty sure you've stopped breathing) when he chuckles, low and breathy.
"This what you wanted so badly?"
"Yes. Please. Please, Matt."
And this was exactly what you had hoped for. To be pinned against his couch, fully naked while he's still in his work clothes, slacks pulled down just enough for his cock to be free. Matt's leaned his weight on you fully, as if trying to envelop you, the head of his cock teasing your pussy.
He holds your face, holding you still as he captures your lips with his. He kisses you like he wants to drown in you, barely giving you time to respond before he pulls back, nibbling on your bottom lip. You gasp, rolling your head back when he slowly pushes inside you. Just the tip, only the tip, and you're already losing your mind.
Matt's whole body shivers when you moan against his neck.
He must be really riled up to forego any amount of foreplay, your boyfriend never passed up the opportunity to have his fingers or tongue in you. Or maybe your plan had worked a little too well, and he figured you were prepped enough already.
You look down, half-delirious already, just watching him sink into you, his size making your eyebrows pinch. You thud your forehead against his shoulder with a low groan. Calloused fingers wrap softly around your neck, thumb angling your chin up for him to capture your lips in a hungry kiss.
"Matt." You plead against his mouth, nails digging into the soft skin of his nape, the other fisting the back of his dress shirt, "Fuck...slow, Matt."
It had been a while since you'd last had sex and he was by no means small, the slide of him stinging even though you're soaked.
No matter the teasing, no matter the fire he held you with, no matter how riled up he might be... you could always trust Matthew Murdock to be tender with you if you needed it.
Matt stills and nods against you, face buried in your hair, hips twitching involuntarily as he breathes in your familiar scent deep into his lungs. "Sorry sorry."
He apologizes when you whine, pressing a fond kiss to your forehead, thumb rubbing soothingly up and down your jaw. A low growl escapes his throat as you clamp around him. "You have to relax for me, sweetheart. I'm barely halfway in."
Taking a deep steadying breath, you loosen your death grip around him, trying your hardest to relax. You gasp as he pushes in some more.
"That's it. Just like that." Placing wet open-mouth kisses against your neck, Matt moans softly as he works his way in with small thrusts, burying himself just a bit deeper each time. "Good girl. You're doing so good for me, angel."
Your boyfriend's gentle praise comes as he finally bottoms into you, staying still, giving you time to grow accustomed to him. He buries his face against your neck, rough stubble scratching along your skin, soft lips pressing heated kisses in an attempt to distract you, to soothe you. Calloused fingers dance down your side, digging into your waist, pulling you snug against him.
As the stinging sensation starts dying down, he rolls his hips, a delicious slow grind, barely pulling out before sliding back in. Matt happily nuzzles against your hair before pressing his smiling lips against yours, "I've missed you so much, sweetheart."
You nuzzle back at him, cradling his stubbled cheek, kissing all over his face until he lets out happy lil chuckle, "I've missed you too. So much."
Matt pulls back slightly, snapping his cock back in, and you both groan in unison. The slow deep thrusts he starts with, grinding his cock deep inside you, has you pulling his hair with a gasp. He pulls you in for a messy kiss, your moans and gasps fueling the deep rhythm of his hips.
Suddenly, he leans back, rough hands gripping your thighs as he angles your legs, resting your ankles on his shoulders. Smirking, he leans down, reaching for something by your head. The movement folds your legs closer to your chest, pushing him that much deeper. He chuckles at the way you moan roughly.
"Sorry," He drawls, clearly not even the slightest bit apologetic, "Here you go, this should help." Lifting your hips, he slides a pillow under you, helping him angle your hips to his.
Matt wraps an arm around your thighs, holding you in place as he starts fucking you in earnest. The tender look in his eyes replaced once more by the fire he'd come home with.
You can't help the choked out moan you let out, and can't even bring yourself to glare at him as he chuckles. The loud slap of his hips against yours, how deep in you he's hitting with every single thrust, it's exactly what you've been craving. Gripping the couch for dear life, your back arches when he slides rough fingers along your clit. "Yesss."
It's all so good, so perfect, but you needed him closer after so long apart. You grasp his tie and yank him down. Part of you is surprised he lets you, though he does so with a quiet growl that you quickly swallow down, tongue pressing insistently against his.
You slide your hand up the tie, gripping it right below the knot now, and tug on it hard. Matt braces, elbows on either side of you, and groans against your mouth, hips snapping harder. Another yank and he breaks apart from you to bite the sensitive spot where neck meets shoulder. Shaking fingers return to your clit, sliding and pinching.
You're there, right about to fall over the edge when he slips fully out of you. He smirks at your loud, displeased whine, taking advantage of your distraction to slide his tie up and off him.
Matt leans back to grab his cock, jerking off slowly, making sure to tease the head against your folds and clit. A low chuckle escapes him as you twitch. "Nooo! C'mon, Matt."
He coos, stepping up from the couch before you can pull him back down, "You’re so cute like this. All desperate for me."
You fix him with a half-hearted glare, knowing he'd feel it, “Stop teasing, jerk.”
Matt smirks, undressing as you lay panting, waiting with as much patience as you could muster. Your thighs clench together, eyes tracking his movements as he strips off his dress shirt, stepping out of his slacks and boxers.
"Hmm, you had no problem teasing me earlier. Turnabout is fair play, sweetheart."
"Fuck." Annoyed, you toss the tie in his direction, "Don't lawyer me."
Matt chuckles, low and teasing, as he returns to his rightful place on top of you.
You welcome him back with open arms, running your fingers down his bare back, delighting in the way he shudders in your arms.
Matt leans down, nuzzling his face against your hair as he slowly pushes into you again, the both of you sighing in satisfaction.
"Ready?"
Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him flush against you, pressing a long deep kiss. You whisper against his mouth, "Please and thanks."
He chuckles, pressing a sweet kiss on your forehead with a murmur of "so polite all of a sudden".
He rocks against you, expertly hitting the spot deep inside you again and again and again. A man with a mission.
"P-please don't stop. Please, Matty."
You gasp, the hard pace he sets rocketing you to the edge quickly. He groans into your mouth, rough fingers playing with your clit.
"I got you. I got you, angel. Come for me, sweetheart."
The pleasure crests, your much awaited orgasm finally hitting you. The type of orgasm you can only get from your skilled boyfriend. You press your breathless moans directly to his neck, grasping his back almost desperately.
Matt slurs out praises, slowing his fingers and thrusts to an indulgent grind, stretching your orgasm, "Good girl. There you go. So good for me."
Matt nuzzles fondly into your neck, nipping gently along your shoulder as you catch your breath. His body shivers with every clench of your cunt, straining to hold still as he patiently lets you ride your orgasm.
He pulls you flush against him, holding you close as he gently flips you both over, settling you on top. On the verge of being overstimulated, you prop yourself up, hands flat on his pecs, breathing heavily.
"C'mon, sweetheart... Don't tell me you're too fucked out already." Large rough hands land on your waist, Matt's eyes half-lidded and fond. He lifts his eyebrows expectantly, "I thought you couldn't stop thinking about this exact scenario."
The glare you send his way only seems to make him more smug. You gasp when he thrusts up, fingers digging into his chest.
Raking your nails down his chest, you start the back and forth movement of your hips. Rocking against him, you angle so that every sway of your hips grinds your clit against his soft pubic hair.
Moaning, you tilt your face up, mouth slack in pleasure, hands splayed wide on his pecs. He grasps your hips, encouraging you to move faster against him. Matt slurs, "That's it. That's it, angel. Take what you need."
He fills you so well, deep and thick and warm, plus the soft needy noises he's letting out... You know he's as close as you are.
You rake your nails down his chest, enjoying the way his muscles tense and twitch under you, the bouncing of your hips slowing down to an indulgent grind.
His eyes are closed, eyebrows pinched together in pleasure, his mouth slack. "Sweetheart..."
You lean down, pressing your lips to his, whispering against his mouth, "I want you to fill me up, Matt."
Matt gasps, pulling you down flush against him. Strong arms wrap around you, one hand reaching down to grasp your ass, grip just shy of bruising, as he fucks up into you. Kissing you hard and deep, his mouth moving sloppily against yours.
He’s holding you so tight against him, large palm flat against your back, as his hips drive up into you. Basking on the loud slapping of skin, the sweet smell of your sex and his, Matt growls harshly into your neck. “I'm gonna-"
Matt moans, words temporarily lost to him when a particular sharp rut of his hips has you both gasping. He whines, body tensing, hips pressing deep against you.
You’ve barely gasped ‘please Matt’ before his thrusts stutter, speeding for a handful of seconds before he’s coming, deep and hard, with a loud groan. He yanks your hips down as he thrusts up, teeth sinking hard into your shoulder, muffling his growls as he fills you.
A second orgasm takes you by surprise as it washes over you, a wave of pleasure pulling you under, the sound of Matt's gasps and whines barely audible to you. The clenching of your body dragging his pleasure to the point of almost overstimulation, his body slightly shaking as he grinds deeper into you, panting against your skin.
As he comes down, he kisses apologetically at the bite mark, nuzzling his stubbled cheek against your neck with a happy sigh. Breathing shakily, you brace yourself up, arms resting on his chest. You cup Matt's face, taking in his warm half-lidded eyes and pleased smile, relaxed and happy under you.
"That worked out juuust the way I wanted."
He chuckles, nuzzling his cheek into your palm, soft and affectionate, "You're a menace."
"Maybe." Grinning, you lean down to kiss him, "But based on what just happened... I think you like it."
Matt smiles, whispering against your lips, "Hmm I plead the fifth."