i’m gonna ruin you | m.m.
pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader
word count: 7.6k
a/n: not proofread and this is my first time writing smut. feel free to leave feedback :) it would be greatly appreciated!! hope you guys enjoy <3
warnings: THIS GIF LMFAO. swearing, smut 18+ (fingering, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, a form of exhibitionism and choking) minors do not interact!!
summary: years after graduating from columbia law, you unexpectedly face the pair of men you were once acquainted with—one more than the other—in a case which you were prosecuting. one of them asks you to dinner for old time's sake, despite it being a conflict of interest, but it's just dinner, right?
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You inspected your blazer and matching black skirt for loose threads or displaced lint as you waited for the hearing to begin. You were let in a few minutes early due to the previous case finishing quite earlier than expected.
“Are you ready?” you turned to Blake—your boss—who displayed a slightly concerned look on his face.
You offered a smile, trying to convince him you were, but it had been a crooked one at that, so he deduced you weren’t. And well, you really weren’t. You were completely worried. It was only a week ago that DA Reyes told you she would start assigning you to cases involving severe felonies. That in turn would bring in new challenges for you to face in your career, and you enjoyed that, you looked forward to that. But this was the first case you’d been assigned to since she’d spoken to you about it, and you didn’t want to disappoint.
You were just glad Blake was alongside you, he was originally the lead attorney for this case as a senior ADA, but when DA Reyes gave you the second chair position, Blake had offered to step down and have you take charge as the lead attorney—almost like a mentoring situation, which you were very much grateful for.
This obviously intimidated you, but you’ve previously handled misdemeanor cases by yourself anyway— and a case is a case, you’d always exert the same amount of effort into each one. Though needless to say, you still had a lot riding on this one.
You heard a few male voices approaching the front of the courtroom. Great. You could only presume that the defense attorneys were men, and you hated that. So far in your career you’ve dealt with—more often than not—overly pretentious male lawyers who each had a major air of superiority to you, and had always something not-so-nice to say to you after a session in court. Then again in what career field doesn’t a woman have to deal with things like that.
You turned around to take a look at the approaching men, only to whip it back forward once you got a proper glance.
A long-haired blond and a blind brunette—truly an indistinguishable pair.
Foggy Nelson and Matthew Murdock.
Now you were more nervous than ever. Your palms began to sweat, you felt your body temperature begin to rise, and you were so anxious that it felt like your heart was materializing itself outside your body because of how fast and heavy it was beating and how suddenly audible its beats were to you.
You attended Columbia Law alongside the two, sharing some classes with both but mostly with the latter man. They were more or less your friends when you were all in university, but you had a major crush on Matt.
You eyed through your peripherals, trying to see if they’ve noticed you yet. But they seemed to be immersed in a deep discussion with their client, so you doubted they had noticed you since walking in.
The hearing was scheduled to start in five minutes so you took that time to calm down, making attempts to convince yourself that they were just lawyers like you, here to do a job, that it was all a no big deal. You may even have tried to boost your ego a bit by hyping yourself up about working at the DA’s office and how that was a well deserved achievement for you, which meant you were bigger than some trivial fear of embarrassing yourself in front of some old colleagues.
Fortunately, all that somehow got your nerves from a level 10 to a level 6.
Your hand must have been noticeably shaking since you sensed Blake pat his hand on top of yours, sending a reassuring grin your way. You smiled at him just as the court bailiff requested that all attendants rise upon the judge’s arrival. You took a deep breath and stood up, mentally preparing yourself for the hearing ahead.
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Foggy scratched at his head, still trying to comprehend the fact that you were the prosecutor for the case they took on, “That was y/n. I can’t believe it, Matt. It was her, it was y/n freakin’ y/l/n.”
“Yes I was there, Foggy. I know. You’ve been saying that for the past 20 minutes, you really don’t have to keep repeating yourself.”
“It’s just- it’s just exciting, you know. To see someone again from our graduating class, but this time in a professional setting… We’re actually going to go up against her in court. We have to be at our a-game, she ranked higher than me and you, remember?” Foggy animatedly rambled, still unable to grasp the idea of seeing you.
Matt clicked his tongue, a little amused, “Well I don’t know about me, but-”
“Wait, she’s walking by. No, she’s coming inside.”
The bell above the café door rang as you and Blake entered. You both decided to grab a quick cup of coffee and some food before diving back into the pile of paperwork you had to deal with in your office. And it seemed that the pair of men from earlier had the exact same idea.
You considered stopping by their booth to greet them, you know, be friendly, but since no words were really exchanged after the arraignment, you opted to maybe just ignore them entirely. Maybe they had forgotten who you were from college, and now only identifies you as the ADA in the recent case they’ve taken on. You were fine with that.
You ordered your usual and waited by the pick-up counter. “Do you not want to grab a table?” Blake asked as he approached you after taking his order.
You shook your head, “We should probably get back to the office.” You really had no interest in sitting down and staying here longer than you had to, not today at least. Especially since you noticed that the only other table open was the one stationed beside the booth Foggy and Matt were sitting at.
Blake quickly followed your line of sight and hummed in agreement.
The pair of you picked up your orders once they were prepared and beelined for the door. You had almost made it when-
“ADA y/l/n, a word, please.”
Your heart jumped at the voice, partly because you’d been surprised that they took initiative and acknowledged you first, and also because you were anxious with the possibility that they were only interacting with you as the ADA and not as an old colleague from university. And if you were being completely truthful, as in swearing on the courtroom Bible truthful, you’d say that it was also because of how unreasonably attractive Matt’s voice had been when he said your last name.
You turned to Blake, politely dismissing him. He seemed hesitant so you reassured him that you were going to be fine, but you were still unconvincing, ironically enough since you were a lawyer. “I’ll just be a second, I’ll meet you outside.”
As he left, you wearily approached their booth, ensuring to display a calm and friendly demeanor.
“What can I do for you Mr. Nelson and Mr. Murdock?”
The pair were silent for a moment before their indifferent expressions turned into something more lighthearted—well, that had been the case for Foggy at least. “How are you, y/n? We haven’t seen you since graduation.”
So they, in fact, do remember you.
“I’m great. Uh- working at the DA’s office has been interesting so far, and you know it brings home the money so that’s always good. How about you guys, which firm are you both working at?”
“We’re actually our own firm, Nelson and Murdock—”
“Attorneys at law.”
You hum, indicating that you were impressed, “You both really did go rogue after rejecting your Landman and Zack job offers. Back then I kind of thought you guys were stupid to do such a thing.”
A deep chuckle erupted from Matt, “If memory serves correctly, we weren’t the only two to leave Landman and Zack, were we, Foggy? Didn’t you also reject your offer with them?”
“The difference is that I left to accept an offer at another firm. Rumors went around that you guys didn’t have anything else lined up, I was kind of worried.”
Foggy placed his hand above his heart and feigned a heartfelt look “You were worried? Awe, would you look at that, some prosecutors do have a heart.”
You yourself feigned an offended expression “Well at least we have a brain, because enlighten me, what is your guys’ annual salary? Do you even have other employees yet? I bet their pay is way below minimum wage.” You teased.
Matt scoffed, “Not everything is about the money, y/n.”
“Yeah, and for the record, if you saw Matt’s apartment, you wouldn’t even need to question our salary.” Foggy said in an as-a-matter-of-factly tone when his phone began to ring, “And speaking of, we actually do have other employees, and she’s happily working for us for free.”
Foggy scurried away to take the phone call, leaving Matt to confess, “He’s wrong on both accounts.”
You chuckled, appreciating the brief time you’d spent with your old classmates.
“I-um, I should probably go. Don’t want to be caught getting too friendly with the enemy now.”
You stayed for a beat just to see if Matt had anything else to say, and when he didn’t you took it as your cue to leave. But as you were about to turn and walk, he spoke again, this time, with his voice a little quieter, more hushed, deep, and gravelly.
“Before you go, I-I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner tonight, maybe. You know, just to catch up.”
You were a little taken aback by his question. Out of all the things you’d expect to come out of that man’s mouth, it certainly wasn’t to ask you out to dinner. But as much as you loved and reeled at the idea of spending some time with a grown Matthew Murdock, doing so would potentially jeopardize your position on the case and you knew better. “Hmm, a little convenient isn’t it. Doing this now that we have a case together? Thank you, but I’ll pass.”
He shrugged, “I just think it would be nice to catch up.”
A faint laugh escaped your lips, “Mhm, you said that. Though, we’re both attorneys here, Matt. You’d have to be smarter than that.”
“How about ice cream?”
“What is your agenda here, Matthew? If you want to discuss the case, just come by my office. I won’t be caught dead meeting with you outside our professional confines, because I’d prefer to keep this case and my job.”
“See that’s where you’re going wrong, I promise you that we wouldn’t even talk about the case.”
You chuckled, slightly irritated and unimpressed.
“What about dinner at my place, homemade or takeout— it doesn’t matter. That way we wouldn’t risk getting caught and you’d be free to leave anytime.” The air between the two of you suddenly shifted at his new proposal.
Seeing him after all these years, you hadn’t expected for him to have any effect on you. Lie. Sure, maybe there was a small lingering effect because most of the moments you’d spent with him back then consisted of unfulfilled desire, of yours at least. But today, meeting him under a professional setting, that lingering effect he left, was something you easily brushed off—after the initial shock, of course—because you matured since college, you were better than to let the thought of a man distract you from your job.
But for him to propose that you come over to his place, a private, intimate—and some may even say sacred—place… It carried a whole other meaning that not even a single ounce of matured-self-control-bullshit can simply set aside.
On impulse the thought of sleeping with him tonight crossed your mind. The image of him hovering above you with fluffed hair, swollen lips and flushed cheeks, appeared. You thought about how his tie would dangle, and how you’d use it to pull him down to your lips. You thought about the sound of him groaning as he would enter you. All the scenarios you’d made up in your head back in college flooded your mind, but this time the Matt in it had sported a suit—which made it all the better. But you were ridiculous to even think this, to think of jumping his bones within a day of reuniting. You and Matt only shared a friendship back then; so the chances of you guys crossing that line today in the interest of something more intimate and non-platonic, were definitely slim to none.
You hadn’t uttered a word since his last inquiry, so Matt took one more chance, “Come on, y/n. I’m being serious here, I think it would be really nice to know how you’re doing and all that.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, before reluctantly agreeing and being mindful to keep your volume hushed, “Fine. But under no circumstance can anyone else know, and that includes Foggy. Got it, Murdock?”
A sly smirk appeared on his lips, “Got it.” The way his voice had bellowed even deeper than before would’ve brought you to your knees if it weren’t for your need to keep your dignity. You were sure that it would’ve brought anyone to their knees, if they had just heard it too.
“So homemade or takeout?”
“I’m not hauling myself all the way to your place just for takeout.” You heard the bell at the entrance sound, followed by the familiar shuffle of the one who left just moments prior. You figured it was Foggy and took that as your signal to actually leave considering you’d been there long enough. “I’ll see you tonight.”
You flashed Foggy a smile as you were leaving, mumbling a quick “goodbye” and told him you’d see him at the preliminary hearing.
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You’d been standing in front of Matt’s apartment door for the past five minutes, in a cycle of hyping yourself up to knock and backing away at the last second.
When you finally gained the courage to raise your knuckle and knock, the door whipped open to reveal a grinning Matthew wearing the same get-up from earlier—save for his blazer. You mentally thanked the gods above that you just kept on your work attire as well, since you’d spent a good hour or so overthinking on what the appropriate outfit would’ve been to wear.
“Hi.”
“Hi, I-uh was just about to knock.”
“Knock now or six minutes ago when actually you arrived?” He quipped.
Your cheeks flushed, “How did you know?”
“I heard you from inside.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, “Oh, your walls must be paper thin then.”
He stepped aside and gestured for you to step in, “Something like that.”
You toed off your shoes by the door and stripped off your scarf and coat, leaving them at the nearby bench in the hall along with your bag.
Matt led the way to his living room and you couldn’t help but be in awe of the structure when everything came into view. It was surprisingly very spacious and the large windows were something luxurious that you could only dream of after settling down at a well-paying job. New York housing was nothing short of expensive and you could only imagine how much a place like this would have cost him.
“This is a penthouse apartment isn’t it? Foggy was right and I apologize for underestimating your salary. You must’ve taken in some outrageously rich clients to represent.” You looked over to where he stood in the kitchen, seeing him mixing a pot of something on the stovetop.
“No, this place was actually not as expensive as you’d think. Between the neighborhood remains from ‘the incident’, and that view of the neon billboard, this place couldn’t make it big in the market.”
“Neon billboard?”
“It’s more obvious when the lights are off.”
You approached windows and tried to make out what was on the outside. You hummed once you spotted what Matt had been talking about.
You walked towards the kitchen and leaned back on the countertop beside the stove, “So what’s on the menu today, chef?”
“Well the appetizer is still in the oven, but it’s garlic bread. For the main, we have a Matthew Murdock special, shrimp carbonara-”
“Oh I can’t eat that. I'm allergic to shellfish.” You joked.
You watched Matt’s grin twist to one side, “No, you’re not.”
“Yes I am, I could potentially die tonight if you feed me that.”
He gently placed the wooden spoon he was holding upright through the pot handle. He rested his hands on the countertop space on both sides of the stove, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his biceps shifted under the thin fabric of his dress shirt. His sleeves weren’t necessarily at the brink of ripping open per se, instead the curves of his biceps were being hugged by the sleeves just enough to get the scenarios in your head rolling. Not to mention how earlier on, you could see shadows defining the curvature of his chest and abs on his shirt whilst he moved around the kitchen. You wanted to be able to softly trail your fingers down his chest and watch him react to your slow touches.
He leaned towards your ear, whispering “You’re not very convincing for a lawyer.” You exhaled a quiet shaky breath, flustered by how close he got. Instinctively, you tipped your head a little more closer to his, your skin magnetized to his warm breath, but he leaned away half a beat later, leaving you to fair in the absence of his body.
You crossed your arms as you took the moment to recollect your thoughts, while he went to grab two new plates and fill it with pasta.
“Regardless, I’ll probably still beat you once trial comes.” You stated, cockiness laced in your voice.
He chuckled, “We’ll see.”
He walked to the table to place down the plates, asking you to grab the utensils and two wine glasses in the meantime. He took out the batch of garlic bread in the oven and allowed them to cool.
You sat at his dining table, taking in the aroma of the foods, “We have an appetizer, a main course, and we have drinks. What’s for dessert, chef?”
Matt brought over the wine and parmesan before finally taking a seat, “We can improvise on that later.”
You swallowed, eyes widening upon hearing his comment—which to you, sounded a little suggestive, though maybe it was just your attraction to him that translated everything he said to mean something more.
Dinner went by quickly and smoothly. You and Matt talked about everything that had happened in your lives so far since graduating. You talked about how you instantly went to Pennsylvania post-grad for the firm you left Landman and Zack for. You told him how after a year or so, you wanted to move back and fortunately, found an opening at the district attorney’s office for New York City. In turn, he told you about why he rejected the offer and Landman and Zack, and how he came about starting up Nelson and Murdock with Foggy. He also told you a very interesting story on how they came about hiring their first and only other employee so far, Karen Page, who also happened to be their first client.
You both then settled on his sofa, exchanging stories on some of the weirdest and most interesting cases you’ve seen in your career thus far. In the midst of your conversation, Matt went to turn off all the ceiling lights—something about it not being necessary and saving power—leaving only his kitchen lamp to be lit.
You noticed a bright pink light illuminating his face and the entire space, the source coming from behind you. You turned to the windows and spotted a segment of the billboard he had talked about earlier through one of the clearer window panes.
“Wow, yeah- you really don’t need lighting, do you?”
He nodded, “No, I don’t. And that’s pretty much how I got this place for one hell of a discount.”
“So you don't have outrageously rich clients putting you on retainer to pay for your luxurious life? That’s a shame.” You teased, taking a sip of the liquid remaining in your glass.
He raised his eyebrows and laughed, “No, uh, we get bananas, pies and a multitude of other pastries and desserts you could only dream of.” You giggled alongside him, surprised at his operations.
“Money is an issue sometimes, sure, but we always manage somehow. We just want to help—that will always be our objective.”
You smiled at that. Most lawyers you knew were in it for the status or the money, and you yourself were beyond guilty of the latter. “That’s nice. You don’t really get to see that in this field.”
“Well I don’t really get to see anything in general.” He joked, causing you to snort in return.
You couldn’t help but stare when the left side of his mouth curved up into a slight smirk. You admired how his eyes crinkled at the movement. There was something about his face that was just so mesmerizing that it was hard for you to look away. Matthew Murdock was as cute as he was in college.
“Y/n, I think someone’s calling you.”
And that’s when a faint vibration materialized in your ear, causing you to move your attention to the cellphone on the dining table. You peeked at the wristwatch Matt wore and saw that it was nearing midnight. You figured it was Blake who probably just discovered something for your case, but you opted to ignore it since it was an unreasonably late hour—you would just get back to him tomorrow.
“Not going to answer?”
“No it’s fine, whoever it is can wait.”
“What if it’s your boyfriend, though?”
Your eyes widened, amused, “I mean I’d have to get a boyfriend first and then we’ll see.” You snortled.
He hummed. You then turned the question onto him, feeling a little courage from his subtle inquiry into your love life. When he said he didn’t have anyone, your common sense went right out the door and you inched yourself closer. You could call yourself stupid, but you felt as if there was some sort of tension between the two of you, now that it was clarified that both of you were very much currently single.
You placed your glass on the coffee table before leaning back into the couch with your body fully positioned to face him. You also took this chance to once again move another few or more inches towards him. “Too busy for romance I take it? Or maybe you just lost your charm?”
He sized you up, shifting himself a bit closer as well, “Which do you think it is, sweetheart?”
The nickname made you shudder, but you weren’t going to let him have it “I don’t know…” You trailed off, leaning forward and up to level with his earlobe, “That’s why I asked.”
You stayed there, content with the warmth his body exuded once again and simply awaiting his next move. He slowly shifted his head to face your lips, exhaling deep, controlled heavy breaths. You felt his stubble graze the skin of your cheek and that feeling alone made the heat between your thighs tingle. Something about men with facial hair always got to you.
He brought his hand up to the side of your neck, using his thumb to tilt your jaw backward, before moving his lips towards there, unexpected to you. He began with a soft peck just below your ear, then trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, arriving at your collarbone. In tandem with his movements, you placed both of your hands on his shoulders, climbed his lap, and ran your hands down his clothed chest.
Matt peppered kisses across your jawline, purposefully missing your lips and proceeding to leave kisses on the other side of your neck. Whenever his lips touched the most sensitive spots, a quiet involuntary moan escaped yours.
You were starting to get a little frustrated with him to say the least, you wanted nothing more than to just feel his mouth on yours. But two could play in that whatever fucked game he was trying to pull off right now.
You entangled your right hand in his tie, utilizing it to push him until his body hit the back of the couch. You arched your body into his, pressing your clothed heat onto the growing tent in his pants. You mimicked his movements from earlier, giving him a taste of his own medicine. His hands roamed up and down your torso to your ass, hardening his grip whenever you kissed spots where he was most sensitive. You added your own flair to it as well—whispering about how you loved to feel the scratch of his beard on your skin, about how addicting his scent had been, and about how perfectly his hands cupped your ass.
“It’s like your hands were made for me.” You moaned into his ear, grazing your teeth against his earlobe before taking a teasing bite and slowly pulling on it. You knew it was working with how his whole body seemed to tense right under you. He was close to giving in, you just hadn't known how close.
Little did you know, Matt was fighting for his life to not give in. Since his senses were practically dialed up to 1000, he was more sensitive than the average person. If he were being honest, you needn’t try at all. Your soft kisses and hot breaths felt like burns against his skin. Your quiet whimpers were so magnified that it was all he could hear, and each time, the sound shot straight to his cock. Not to mention the quaint smell of your arousal lingering air—it was as if he could already taste you.
You finally made the move to lean in, your mouth centimeters apart from his. He could feel the hot waves of pressure against his lips and it was almost as if your lips were already connected. If you didn’t close the gap between you soon, he decided he would.
“I wonder if your lips feel as soft as they look.” You said, a mischievous grin forming on your lips. You shifted to slowly back away, but Matt caught the slight loss of warmth against his mouth, and that’s when he grabbed you by your wrist—still tangled up in his tie—and pulled you to his lips.
A moan escaped your mouth, prompting for his grip on you to tighten. Your kisses were heated and sloppy, the hunger overtaking your both. Your right hand held the back of his head and pulled at his hair, meanwhile your left hand rushed to loosen his tie.
Your fingers hastily unbuttoned his dress shirt, smiling against the kiss when you finally gained access to his chest. Your hands pushed past his shirt, and roamed his whole upper body, enjoying the way his muscles stiffened under your touch.
His hands sneaked under your bunched up skirt; one hand gripped your thigh, while the other sandwiched itself in the space between your pelvis and his. His fingertips could already feel the heat radiating from your clothed pussy. He rubbed two fingers against the soaking fabric, “I could smell your arousal sweetheart but I didn’t expect you to be this wet.”
Your mind was already in overdrive just from his touches—that’s how desperate you’d been—so what he said almost went over your head. “You could smell-”
You couldn’t finish your words as you felt his calloused fingers push aside your panties and spread your wetness all around your entrance and up to your clit. You whimpered from the touch and collapsed further into him.
He slowly pushed his middle finger into your pussy, immediately feeling its tightness. “Already so tight with just one finger.”
He continued to pump his finger into you while you grinded your pelvis against his hand, wanting more, needing more. “More.” You mewled.
Matt smirked, breaking apart from your lips “What was that, sweetheart?”
“More, please.”
He slowed down his pace and pressed the pad of finger into your walls, causing you to squirm. “Use your words. What do you want?”
“I- your fingers. I want you to use more fingers.” You heaved.
“Haven’t been touched in awhile, have you? So needy.” He added his ring finger into your slick, “Like that?”
Your walls clenched around his fingers while you eagerly nodded.
“Good girl. Now come back here.” You felt his fingers curl to make a come hither motion inside your pussy. You sucked in a breath and clenched around him again.
“Goodness, you’re so responsive. I can’t wait till I’m inside you.” He brought up his free hand and used his index finger to guide your face in for another kiss.
Matt loved you like this, loved you under his control. He adored how sensitive you had been to his touches so far, mesmerized by the desperate, quiet mewls you’ve moaned into his ear—appreciative of how you didn’t hold back with your noises. He couldn’t believe he missed out on this in college, but here you were now.
He repeatedly pumped his fingers in and out and pressed his palm against your clit to intensify the pressure as you grinded on his hand. You were close to orgasm, you could feel that familiar knot in your stomach and your muscles begin to tighten. Matt knew it too. He heard how your heart rate quickened, he noticed the way your cries of pleasure turned into heaved and jagged breaths, and he felt your body temperature rise rapidly.
He pulled away from your lips, but stayed close, ghosting his mouth over yours.
“Are you about to come?”
You let out a strangled moan—unable to formulate coherent words—and nodded fervently. You held onto his shoulders for support as he quickened his movements on your clit, your fingers pressing into his body, all the while your pussy started to pulsate around his fingers. You heard the wet noises of his fingers pumping into your slit—the sound coaxing you closer to the edge, and so much so that tears had begun to form at the corner of your eyes.
“I-I, I’m about to—” before you could finish (your orgasm and your sentence) Matt pulls away, a baffled moan escaping you.
Your nails dig into his skin out of frustration at the loss, and although you knew he wouldn’t see it, you scowled at him. “What the hell?”
“Oh sweetheart, I’m gonna ruin you, gonna make you come on my cock instead. How does that sound?” He pulled his fingers towards his lips before inserting them into his mouth to suck them dry. You swallowed at that, becoming more aroused at the sight—if that were at all possible.
He hummed with a devious grin “Who knew you would be so sweet. Wanna taste?” He asked, intending to pull you in to kiss him, but what you did next was something he hadn’t anticipated.
You brought his fingers back down to your pussy and coated it once more with your wetness, whimpering at the feeling. You brought his fingers into your mouth and licked them dry yourself, letting out muffled moans.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” You immediately dropped his hand and pulled him towards your lips, exchanging spit and your arousal.
Matt felt his hard cock twitch. He pulled you back, a stunned expression decorating his features, “I don’t know which I like better, tasting you from my fingers or from your mouth. Or maybe you’ll taste a lot better when you ride my face yourself.”
“Next time. Right now, it’s your turn.” You blushed a little, not only from his comment but also from your own implication that this was going to happen again. Next time.
You attacked his neck, peppering kisses down his broad chest. You made point to pay extra attention to the scars on his front, earning deep groans from him. The sight of his scars had intrigued you but also turned you on—it made him all the more attractive. You’d just ask him about it later.
You kissed down his abs, whilst your hands fumbled to undo his belt. Once his belt and buttons were undone, he lifted his hips, allowing you to pull down his trousers along with his boxers. You bit the inside of your cheek, amazed at the sight, though also unsure of how he was going to fit inside of you. But you pushed that thought aside as you spread his thighs, slotting yourself in between before shifting to get on your knees.
Though before you were able to, he grabbed a hold of your hips and pulled your standing body towards him. “We can skip that, I just need you wrapped around me.” God, the words that just come out of this man's mouth.
“I want to though.”
He swallowed, licking his lips, “Like you said, next time.”
He pulled down your skirt, along with your underwear, while you peeled off your blouse and took off your bra. He placed you onto his lap, your soaking heat landing right on the apex of his thigh, causing you to quiver at the feeling. Matt caught your reaction, going on to repeatedly flex his quads just to tease you.
In order to get back at him, you used the pad of your thumb to slowly trace the vein running down his shaft. It seemed to work since you saw his smirk dissipate into hunger. You worked it up a little further, gathering saliva in your mouth and spitting it onto your hand. You ran your thumb over the tip of his cock, before softly wrapping your palm around his length, “I’m just covering our bases, make sure you’ll slide right in.”
He felt some of your arousal drip down his thigh and he exhaled, “I don’t think we’ll need it.”
When he lifted you, a string of your arousal remained intact between your slit and his thigh. You hadn’t felt it until it snapped and splashed onto your inner leg—maybe he was right.
He moved you so that your entrance was just touching the tip of his shaft. You grabbed hold of his shoulders while he slowly sank you down his length.
You mewled at the feeling of your cunt being stretched, a slight burning sensation accompanying it, causing you to repeatedly squeeze Matt’s shoulder to signal him to pause. He obliged, running one hand up and down your side for comfort, “Breathe, just relax.”
One of his hands softly cupped your breast, thumb circling your nipple. You shuddered as you watched him lean into your chest and pepper kisses from the base of your neck to your breast before he teasingly licked at the nipple. He had successfully brought your attention away from the pain as all you could focus on was the pleasure you felt from his movements on your nipples. Having done so, you tugged on his hair to pull him back and lifted his chin up with your finger, “Kiss me.”
His swollen pink lips collided with yours in a passionate kiss. With your mind busied from his mouth, you felt enough ease and comfort to sink yourself further on his cock. Once you took in all that you could, you remained still for a few beats, allowing your walls to get accustomed to him. You lifted yourself off of him before sliding back down, the pair of you moaning upon his shaft re-entering.
“Fuck, you’re so big.” You breathed, bouncing yourself on his cock.
You broke the kiss, leaning your forehead on his. Both of your mouths were hung open, heaving with bursts of light moans leaving your lips. His hands moved along with the motion of your hips, squeezing hard and guiding you whenever you slowed your pace.
You were caught up in the sound of his groans that you hadn’t heard another noise fill up the room. The word “Foggy” hadn’t materialized in your ears up until the fifth time the ringtone announced the name, and by then Matt was already holding you down and reaching behind you to grab his phone on the coffee table.
“Matt, I swear if you answer that right now—” His movements caused his cock to brush against a sensitive spot inside of you, cutting off your thought process and causing you to release a whimper and inadvertently squeeze his cock.
“Hey Matty, I’ve got some news!”
You rolled your eyes and leaned back, placing your hands on his knees for support. You had half the mind to murder Matt fucking Murdock for taking the call, but you also had half the mind to punish him for it and tease the hell out of him—feeling yourself get wetter at the thought.
You bit your lip and went for the latter idea—the need and ache in your cunt overtaking your right mind— and began by slowly undulating your pelvis. When the hand that was still attached to your hip gripped you in an attempt to keep you down, you obliged. Though only for a second. If he wasn’t going to let you fuck yourself on his cock, then you decided to take the easier route.
You circled your hips around his lap and watched as Matt rolled his head back in pleasure, the feeling of your warm walls shifting around his cock finally getting to him. He found it hot that you risked getting caught on the phone by teasing him like that—though granted no one would know it was you. His cock ached at how unbearably hard it was getting.
Listening to how his voice began to falter and feeling his cock twitch inside of you, encouraged you to continue your movements. You gyrated your hips forward feeling your clit press against his pelvis, bringing you a blissful relief that caused you to release an uncontrolled moan.
Realization hit you and you silently giggled at your mindless slip. Matt reached out to conceal your giggles to the best of his ability by covering your mouth.
“What was that? Was that a moan? Are you in bed with somebody?”
He rolled his eyes, knowing it was no use “Couch, but yes. Goodbye, Foggy.” He abruptly ended the call and tossed his phone aside.
You internally groaned at how Matt just simply admitted to it, you were annoyed but also you found it a little hot.
“If Foggy asks—”
“I know, say anyone but you. Or maybe I should tell him the truth, tell him our little secret. You seemed to get a thrill out of the idea of getting caught.” He held you up and pushed his hips up into yours, your eyes fluttering at his sudden movement.
“Talk about “risky”, y/n. But you enjoyed it didn’t you? I know you did, I felt your pussy get more soaked a few seconds after I picked up.” He stated as he relentlessly pounded into you, hands leaving bruising squeezes on your hips.
It started all to get a little too much, between his words and his movements and his grip, you hadn’t known how long you were going to last. Matt leaned you both back into the couch as your cunt began to pulsate around his cock. You made a move to rest your head against his shoulder as you cried of pleasure but he catches you by your throat midway, keeping your head up.
His cock repeatedly hit your g-spot causing you to let out high-pitched, strangled moans. Coupled with that and the sounds of your wet cunt slapping against his pelvis, completely drove him insane and caused him to pick up his pace. “Fuck, you sound so angelic.”
“Are you about to come, sweetheart?” You nodded fervently, relishing in the way he put pressure on the sides of your throat.
His hand released your neck and slid down your torso to where you and him met. His thumb circled your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your climax. But you had missed the feeling of his hand on your throat, so you moved his hand back up—practically begging him to choke you—while you toyed with your clit yourself.
“Fuck, y/n.” He groaned, beyond turned on from your actions. You started to clench around him, your release approaching fast.
“How good am I fucking you right now?” You didn’t answer, your mind too occupied with chasing your release—instead, a string of jagged moans escaped your lips.
“God y/n, you’re gonna make me come so hard. Answer me.” Matt being demanding edged you closer, your cunt sweetly aching.
“So fucking good, Matt. You make me feel so fucking good. I need you to come inside me, please.”
“Fuck, come for me sweetheart.” He slightly tightened his hold on your neck, coaxing you into your release. You tipped your head back, seeing white as a shock of hot pleasure exploded inside of you. You let out a breathy moan, your pussy uncontrollably pulsating around his cock—in turn causing Matt to come as well.
Matt’s hips stuttered as he came, but he thrusted into you through both your orgasms nonetheless, releasing a loud sputter of groans and moans. You felt hot strings of liquid spurt into your cunt, intensifying your orgasm, causing you to run your hands down his chest, inadvertently decorating it with slight scratches.
He released his hold on your neck as you both took a few minutes to recover from your highs, him softening inside of you in the process. Once you’ve both recollected yourselves you climbed off of him and moved to stand up off your knees, but he swept you up instead and took you to his bathroom himself.
He helped you clean up, wiping the mess and stickiness in between your legs with a rag and a cute and hazy smile adorning his face the entire time. “You know I didn’t mean to answer when Foggy called. I was going to decline it just to stop the ringtone, but it was hard to focus on which side I was supposed to click on when an amazing, intelligent and hilarious woman just kept squeezing my cock.”
You chuckled, “And exactly how many times have you said that before?”
He grinned, shrugging as he rinsed out the rag, “I’ve lost count.”
“How charming. Now get out, I’m going to pee.” You laughed, shoving him out the door.
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“You know I had a massive crush on you in college.” You admitted before taking your last mouthful of pancakes.
You watched him finish his own bite, lips curving into an amused smirk afterward “Oh I knew, and I’ll be honest, I did too.”
You swallowed and narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously, “No you didn’t.”
“I did.”
You dropped your fork on the plate, noise echoing across the room, “Then why didn’t you say anything?”
“Foggy had a tiny crush on you, and I didn’t want to interfere.” He raised his hands in defense, a chuckle escaping his lips, “But then he moved on to Marci at some point, and I guess it was just too late?”
You rolled your eyes, prepared to make a snarky remark, but your phone began ringing, interrupting you from your thoughts. You glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was Blake, “Sorry, it’s Tower. I should take this.”
“Yeah, of course.” He nodded and proceeded to collect the dishes from the table whilst you walked into his bedroom to take the call.
You came out not long after, walking to his entrance in a hurried manner. “Hey look, I have to go now, something just came up. Thank you so much for dinner and breakfast.”
He dried his hands on a kitchen towel before following you to the door. “Yeah, you’re welcome.” He placed his hands in his pockets and leaned against the door frame.
He scratched his head nervously, “When will I see you again? Maybe we can try what we missed out on in college?” You shrugged on your coat and watched the color of his cheeks turn pink.
You walked up to him, placing your hands on his chest, “I think it’ll be more appropriate to have this conversation after I win the case.”
He raised his eyebrows in amusement, “After you win?”
You patted his shirt and straightened the wrinkles away, “Well of course, there’s no other way in which this case will end. So we’ll table that discussion for now.” You gave him a quick peck and moved to slip your shoes on, but he pulled you back into his lips for a lengthy kiss. His hand wrapped around your throat in a soft hold, causing you to emit a light moan.
You pulled away, smiling, “I have to go.”
“I know.” He released you from his hold, allowing you to gather the last of your things so you could head out.
“Remember, no tattling.” You warned.
He opened the door for you and stepped aside to let you walk out, “Oh, I’m definitely calling the DA’s office once you leave and tell them about our little rendezvous.”
You clicked your tongue in disappointment, “That’s low.”
He licked his lips and smiled, “Well, you could always come work at Nelson and Murdock if anything happens.”
