to show appreciation ~ m.m. x fem!reader
18+ ONLY. minors do not interact
summary: Matt has been feeling like he’s letting his city, and her, down. She doesn’t agree, and she’ll show him just how much she appreciates him.
a/n: my literal first smut, i think it’s okay??
warnings: smut?? handjob, fingering, oral (female receiving), p in v sex. soft!matty
word count: 4961
male!reader version
The week was rough all around.
Matt knew something was brewing in his city. The air hummed with anticipation. Every criminal seemed to be especially brazen; arms deals every few days, attempted assaults doubling, petty thievery.
Earlier in the week Matt made it just in time to stop his girlfriend from getting robbed.
He’d caught a whiff of her on the wind during a patrol, and figured he’d trail her home. She and Karen were having a girl’s night out and she was what she would have called tipsy. You’re piss drunk. Matt would tell her with a quiet smile whenever he saw her like that. She didn’t sway or stumble on the walk, so he knew she’d been careful and would’ve taken a cab if necessary.
The man in the gray puffer jacket started tailing her about four blocks from her apartment. At first, he never strayed too close. He moved forward, face hidden by the hunched posture and hood pulled up. Matt’s stomach roiled in frustration and worry, he could protect her but what if he hadn’t been there?
He swung down on a fire escape, his hands protesting against the freezing metal. When the hooded man got too close and reached to grab her jacket, Matt sprinted. His hand caught the man’s shoulder and yanked him back, positioning his own body between her and the man.
“Hey dude, I wasn’t gonna do anything,” The man threw his hands up. Matt could taste the fear in his perspiration, tangy and acrid. The Devil’s reputation preceded him, the suit also helped.
“Get out of here. And don’t touch anybody on your way.” Matt growled.
Matt had been extra vigilant around her ever since. He put off patrol until he triple-checked her apartment’s security, or his own if she was staying over. Every potential victim was her. He felt like nothing he could do was enough. He was one man and the whole city was on the precipice of something bad.
He’d been doing better in the self-loathing department ever since Karen, Foggy and himself reopened the firm. He was working on himself. She was his biggest cheerleader, though Foggy was a close contender. That said, he was doing a shit job at it tonight. The self-doubt, the guilt, they weighed on him and nudged at his heart.
Thankfully, tonight she’d be staying with him. Her presence always settled him. The steady beating of her heart and soft-spoken words as she’d stroke the nape of his neck–an unconscious habit of hers, and a god-sent gift for him.
He ghosted through the apartment, tidying up here and there. He swept until the dust on the floor no longer whispered against the wood. Folded the plaid blanket on the couch. Picked up his files and put them in the folder on the counter.
She would be here any minute, so he sat on the couch and listened for her. They agreed on a night in, just hanging out together. Neither had much energy left by the end of the week and knew it would be too much to do a big date night.
Every now and then, Matt took a night off from deviling. He really just needed to hold her tonight. Be with her.
The apartment was as quiet as it ever was. Just the light hum of electricity and the scufflings and goings on of his neighbors. He tuned out everything unimportant.
The sound of his building’s front door piqued his interest. The whoosh of cold air tunneling in behind the enterer. Blunt heels, probably about one to two inches, tapped at the wood below. Her work shoes had a small heel. The cadence was the swift stride she took. The heartbeat was pounding harder than usual, exertion likely from the cold weather. Breath coming in little pants as she reached the second level.
The shoes came closer and closer, the heartbeat leveling. Matt stood and made his way to the door. His steps matched hers. For a moment, both the footsteps stopped and then her heart spiked, thrumming quicker. Then three raps at the door.
Matt pulled the door open as she was lowering her hand. Her heart thrummed harder.
“Hey, Matty.” The relief in her voice was palpable. Excitement to see him leveling and melting into affection.
“How was your day, angel?” The words were muffled by her hair as he pulled her into his chest. Her hair smelled like aloe and coconut, and a little cold sweat.
She groaned and bonked her head against his chest, “Eh, nothing horrible happened, just a long day.” Matt ran a hand up and down her spine. She exhaled and leaned into the motion.
“How about yours?” She pulled away from him expectantly. Matt didn’t answer right away, and that was response in itself.
“It was fine.” The clipped answer only dug his grave further. She pushed her way into the apartment, causing his hands to fall to his sides. The apartment was dark, just a few candles lit around the room–for her benefit–and of course, the neon bleeding into the room from the billboard.
“So a bad day, huh?” Her voice was soft. She dropped her bag on the armchair opposite the couch and struggled out of her coat. Matt pulled it down her arms gently. Once it was off, he ran his fingers up and down her arm absentmindedly.
“Can’t be all bad,” he grinned slightly, “you’re here.” Her heart thudded.
“You flatter me, Mr. Murdock.” She thumbed his chin, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Matt hummed under her touch. She pulled away from him and grabbed his hand, pulling him over to the couch.
“What did you want to do tonight?” She asked, playing with his fingers.
Matt considered her words. He had a couple of thoughts for the two of them. Although he couldn’t care less about television or movies, she loved them. And he loved the way she reacted to them, describing what he couldn’t see in low tones and theatrically responding to the onscreen action. He figured they’d make dinner or call for takeout at some point. Talk, cuddle, and maybe–if he was really lucky–some sex. Though, he hadn’t touched her much since the near mugging.
“We can watch that show you were talking about,” Matt shrugged, his fingers wiggling in her hand.
He could feel the frown that settled her lips. “It’s supposed to be a fun night for us both, you don’t even like tv.”
“But you do, and I like the way you react,” Matt nudged her with his shoulder. She sighed and leaned into him.
“I guess.” She worried her lip. She could tell that Matt was off. He wasn’t giving anything away, but he was putting on that mask that he always did when things were getting bad again.
She grabbed the remote and got Charmed up on the tv. Matt actually enjoyed the show. Though, he wasn’t sure if it was just because she was so caught up in it.
She was uncharacteristically quiet. Matt could hear her heartbeat speed up and settle down erratically. It wasn’t happening at the right beats of the show, it was more consistent with someone wanting to say something but holding back.
He reached for her chin and tipped it so she was looking at him. Instead of speaking, he tilted his head and waited.
“You’ve been different since that night.”
It was a statement. A loaded one. Matt knew she was wondering why he wouldn’t touch her. Why he was acting differently. What was going on.
“What if I hadn’t been there?” He muttered. His head hung as he let out the fear. Her imagined screaming had plagued his dreams. Thoughts of her being assaulted, killed, while he was elsewhere.
“You were,” she gripped his hand tighter.
Matt shook his head, “Things are getting worse out there again, something’s coming.” His voice was lower now, serious.
“I don’t think I am doing enough anymore. And anyway, I am not what Hell’s Kitchen deserves. They, you, deserve a real hero, I-I’m angry,” he paused, shifting his head away from her, “I need the violence.”
“Do you really think that’s true?” She asked. Her fingers skated his forearm, caressing him.
“Matthew Murdock, you have never hurt an innocent person. You protect the people of Hell’s Kitchen, you protect me.” Her voice was gentle but there was a hard coil of determination in it.
“Maybe you like blowing off steam, everyone does. But you channel everything into protecting innocent people, tell me: how is that not a hero?” She sat expectantly. Matt knew that if he ran his fingers over her face he’d find a stubborn arched brow. She was challenging him as gently as she could.
“I’m lucky you see me that way.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek.
“You really think I wouldn’t notice that deflection? You’re a hero, Matt. I know you struggle with self-doubt, hell, self-hatred, but you are good and you are deserving. Mostly, you will always be enough.” She pulled his face close to hers, keeping her hands on either cheek.
He squeezed his eyes shut, “If you say so.”
“I can’t make you feel these things, you have to choose it for yourself.” She appealed to him, hands drifting down to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt. “But I can express my own reverence for my hero of Hell’s Kitchen.”
A wicked gleam came to her eyes, “Would you like that? Can I show you how gentle you can be? My hero?”
Matt’s adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he nodded, “Who am I to deny my angel?”
With his consent confirmed, she climbed onto his lap. As soon as she was seated his arm wrapped around her waist, angling her hips into him and pressing their torsos together.
She didn’t connect their lips right away. Instead, ghosting her face over his. She settled her forehead against his, bumping their noses together. Matt tried to chase her lips but she pulled away, kissing his cheek instead. At the small whine that choked its way out of his throat, she conceded.
The kiss was lazy. The kind that knew there would be many more. Her lips tasted like vaseline. He kissed it away sloppily, wanting to taste her. His tongue slid over her bottom lip and she opened her mouth allowing him to swipe it against hers.
One of her hands gripped at his chest, while the other slid up to his neck. Her thumb ran over the column of his throat, only applying slight pressure as the rest of her hand wrapped around his neck. He groaned into her mouth at the grip.
She pulled her mouth from his and shoved his head up with her grip. She focused her mouth on his neck then, sucking and pressing kisses to the spot just under his jaw. Her hand moved to grip the nape of his neck, gently pushing his neck to arch into her mouth.
As she worked on his neck, moving to the hollow near his collarbones, he snaked a hand up her shirt. He smoothed a hand over the skin, palming it gently. She whined and pressed into Matt’s grip as he pinched her nipple.
Matt bucked up under her and she ground down to meet him. The sound of their pants rubbing together mingled with the pants and wet kisses filling the quiet of the apartment. If she weren’t so turned on, the sounds would’ve made her laugh.
Matt preferred it this way. Relative quiet to listen to his favorite person. Matt could listen to any sound she wanted to make, the long conversations, drowsy sleep talking, and especially the sounds she made when they were intimate.
Every time they ground against each other her chest would push against Matt. He loved having as much of her body pressed to him as possible. The hand that was wrapped around her waist tightened as Matt shoved up again.
She scraped his teeth over Matt’s neck as his hand slipped between their bodies. Matt’s head fell further back when he noticed the slow trail she was paving toward his dick.
“Angel,” she swallowed the rasped pet name with a greedy kiss. She swiped her tongue over Matt’s bottom lip before catching it in her teeth as he palmed her. Matt groaned huskily.
“I love hearing the noises you make,” she breathed. Her breath fanned Matt’s face and his eyelids fluttered.
She pulled frustratedly at Matt’s pants, struggling with the button–as it was currently underneath her. Matt’s hands shoved her out of the way and undid it himself. She huffed in annoyance.
“Needy?” Matt questioned as he kissed the edge of her mouth down her jaw.
She shook her head, “Wanted to take charge,” she hitched a breath as Matt bucked up again, “kinda ruins it when I can’t even get a zipper open.”
The resulting giggle vibrated against Matt’s mouth, causing her to increase his pressure.
She tore her head away from him, eliciting an unhappy growl as he lost access to her throat.
“Hey, I’ll let you get at my neck again in a minute,” she chastised, nudging him with her nose, “I need you to spit.” She held her hand out for him. A wicked grin curled his lips as he obliged, licking a strip up her hand first.
He immediately leaned back into her throat, grabbing her skin between his teeth and nipping lightly. Her head fell back but she made sure to slip her hand under Matt’s pants and underwear. She stroked Matt’s dick with her fingertips, tip to base, and back. He choked a groan against her throat.
The lighter her touch was, the more sloppy Matt was against her throat. As though Matt’s pressure and need would spur her to meet his energy. But, she wanted this to last. With her hand shoved between their bodies she scooted back on Matt’s lap until she had room to touch him freely.
She didn’t want to give him what he wanted right away. He loved to be tortured, even if he wouldn’t admit it. So she avoided gripping him fully at first, reaching down to cup his balls and then flattening her hand against his shaft and pulling it up gently.
Matt reacted exactly as she hoped, he bucked desperately into her hand. The motion caused her to bump herself against where her hand rubbed his dick. The feeling shocked her–her excitement already making her sensitive–and she whined involuntarily.
The noise seemed to snap something in Matt, as he tugged her hand out of his pants and pulled at her shirt, clearly wanting her to shed it. She obliged, ripping it off with his help. Her bra was next. His fingers deftly unclasping it and tossing it aside. Matt slid one arm around her waist again as she returned her hand to his dick.
As she finally gripped his lean cock and tugged, he leaned down to cover one of her nipples with his mouth, and sucked. The sensation of wet warmth over the sensitive nub was enough to make her pant breathily and twist her hand slightly as she slid it up and down rhythmically.
They fell into a sort of harmony; her hand moving in cadence with his laps at her exposed breasts. She could only understand the hunger with which he consumed her body because of the way she felt about his.
None of her other partners had ever gotten her quite as bothered and desperate for contact as Matt. Every pass of his skin on hers was molten lava sinking in and sealing them together. He treated her with a reverence no one else had–like something precious–always demonstrating his love.
She loosened her grip on him, running her fingers roughly over the veins that climbed his dick, before gripping him at the base and twisting her hand to the top. She ran her thumb over his head in a circle with light pressure, causing him to buck at her again.
She increased her pace and Matt’s mouth pulled away from her chest in favor of resting it in the hollow of her shoulder. His pants grew faster and harder, the hot puffs of air causing arousal to flush her skin.
“Ah-right there,” Matt’s husky voice was strained, “sweetheart, that’s ah-that’s perfect.” He’d begun bucking erratically and he suddenly stilled. His muscles coiled tight against her body as warm cum shot in his boxers.
“You’re so good, Matt, so good,” she cooed. She pressed kisses all across his face as she toyed at the edge of his shirt. He got the hint and reached a hand behind his neck to pull it efficiently over his head. The action left his hair a bit mussed up, she ran her hands through it, disturbing it further, as she kissed down his collarbones to his chest.
She tried to suck at the skin but Matt’s hand caught her chin firmly, pushing her head up to meet his unfocused gaze.
“Stand up, sweetheart,” his low command set her stomach twisting, “your turn.” The rumble in his chest had her complying in a heartbeat.
She stood in front of him, flushing further as she was dressed only in her pants. He remedied that quickly, undoing the button and zipper and pulling them down. He left her in her underwear and grabbed her hips, turning her and spreading his legs, before pulling her back down.
She was now sitting between his legs facing away from him. Matt secured one arm around her waist, pulling her so that her back was flush with his chest, him arching back into the sofa, and her arching into him. She gasped at the sudden pressure on her abdomen.
His lips moved to her ear and he licked the shell, “Well, my precious girl, what do you want?” Matt tugged her earlobe in his teeth. A shiver shook her spine.
“Touch me, pl-please,” she begged, having delayed her pleasure to focus on him.
Matt trailed the unoccupied hand up her stomach and over her sternum, between her breasts. He let his hand linger on her neck before bringing it to rest over her lips.
“Suck,” he drawled, breath caressing her ear. Her lips parted and he plunged his middle and ring finger into her mouth. She moaned and swirled her tongue around them, wetting them sufficiently and generally enjoying the feeling of his fingers in her mouth.
“Good girl,” Matt purred.
He didn’t waste time diving his hand into her panties and ghosting over her lips. He applied pressure on the outer lips with the heel of his palm while he dipped his fingers between them slightly lower and rubbed the saliva up towards her clit.
“Not sure we needed any extra help, you’re so ah-” he grunted as she ground her ass against his dick–desperately seeking sensation–at the teasing touch between her legs, “-so wet for me, angel.”
He gathered more of her wetness and spread it up toward her clit, drawing loose circles around the nub. She grew frustrated at the closeness of his fingers to where she needed him most and tried bucking at them; he was too quick, pulling them away. He kissed her neck, starting at the space just behind her ear. That placated her for a moment, he knew how much she loved that spot.
“Matty,” she gasped, breathless, “please, touch me. I need you.” The desperation in her tone spurring him to concede. He shifted his hand so his thumb hovered over her clit and his middle finger and ring finger were poised at her entrance.
“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll take care of my angel,” Matt muttered against her throat.
Matt sucked at her throat harder, she knew he was actively trying to mark her body. His fingers pushed into her as he bit her, with no resistance from her willing body. If anything, her body pulled at him greedily.
“Matt,” she whined, eyes screwing shut and back digging into him. He pumped into her slowly at first, giving her body time to react before moving more swiftly.
She jerked in his hold but he held her waist firmly in place, only furthering the overwhelming sensation. Her head fell back onto his shoulder and he slid the hand on her waist up to her throat. Matt tilted her head, connecting their lips. As he did so, he applied pressure on either side of her neck with his fingers. The resulting moan was pornographic. Vibrating in his mouth deliciously.
When she began to jerk on his hand, Matt curled his fingers just so, hitting that sweet spot inside her. Her body quivered on top of him as her muscles squeezed Matt’s fingers sporadically. Matt gently pumped his fingers until she fell slack against him, pulling his fingers from her and raising them to his mouth. She watched him lick her cum, the way his eyelids fluttered shut and his adam’s apple bobbed with his swallow.
They laid there–sweaty bodies entwined–for a while. Content to be in one another’s company. Matt listened to the steady thrum of her heart in her neck, nuzzling it occasionally.
She stirred when Matt adjusted her arm, he’d finally noticed his arm falling asleep. She rolled off of him and picked up his t-shirt from the floor.
“That was… something.” She padded into the kitchen, stomach finally taking priority now that each of them was partially satiated.
“I’m nowhere near done with you sweetheart,” Matt called, groaning as he pushed off the couch.
“I never said we were done,” she called as he collected their clothes and disappeared into the bedroom for a fresh pair of sweats, “but a girl has to eat.”
Matt returned with a devilish smile, “Gotta keep my girl satisfied. In every way possible.” He rounded the counter and came up behind her as she scoured the fridge, wrapping his arms around her waist and dropping his chin on her shoulder.
“How about these microwave personal pizzas? Do you want one or two?” She craned her neck to look at him curiously, dropping a kiss on his closest cheek.
Matt hummed, “Just one is fine, the sooner we finish the pizza, the sooner I get to have my second course.” Pure desire poured from his features.
She took that as her cue to get those pizzas done as quickly as possible. While they cooked she considered the inverse clothing situation they had going: Matt with bottoms and no top, and herself with a top but no bottoms. She chuckled to herself.
“What?” Matt cocked his head with a content smile.
“If you put the two of us together, we make a fully naked person.” She giggled to herself as the first pizza finished and she prepped the second.
“I wouldn’t object to you being fully naked,” Matt mumbled as she pushed the plate into his hands.
“No sexy talk until the food is done, I won’t be able to resist you and will end up going hungry,” she groaned, crossing her arms theatrically.
“I can’t have that, now can I?” He asked, shoving the pizza back into her hands and nodding for her to sit.
When her stomach growled she didn’t bother protesting.
They ate in comfortable silence. Just enjoying the serene post-sex haze and the warm food. Matt managed to finish his before her, despite it being finished three minutes later. She would have put money on his tongue being burnt from how quickly he scarfed down the meal.
He was a patient man, though. He wouldn’t rush her. So he sat quietly, waiting for her to finish her meal. When she did, he stood silently and placed the dishes in the sink. He could hear her shuffle and come up behind him.
“Dessert?” He asked innocently. Only the gleam of desire in his eyes gave away his intentions. Breathless, she nodded.
Matt swiftly lifted her up and onto the counter. She landed with a quiet huff and felt him pulling down her soaked underwear. “Matty?” She asked as he kneeled in front of her and took in her naked pussy.
“Gonna make you feel good, sweetheart,” he muttered before flattening his tongue on her. She cried out as he shouldered her legs open wider, and over his back.
He didn’t waste any time alternating between lapping at her opening and swirling his tongue over her clit. She threw her head back and gripped his hair, probably painfully tight. It only spurred him on.
Matt brought one hand up to finger her again as his tongue pressed abstract designs to her already oversensitive clit, applying random pressure to hear the gasping moans she released.
He knew she liked the intimacy of embrace and she couldn’t have it when he was eating her out, so he reached his other hand to one of hers in his hair. Matt pulled her hand into his and laid their interlaced hands on the counter near his head.
She was still sensitive from before, as such, her orgasm came quickly. She choked out Matt’s name and collapsed on the counter, chest heaving with wracked breaths. As she came down, she felt Matt wrap his arms around her, cradling her against his chest and heading toward the bedroom.
She whimpered in anticipation. The noise confused Matt–it sounded like she was nervous but the rush of arousal contradicted that thought–causing him to stumble a bit.
“We can stop, if it’s too much,” he reassured her swiftly. He was always happy to take only what she was comfortable to give.
“No!” She protested immediately. Matt chuckled at the response and nodded his head in understanding.
She closed her eyes as he carried her, listening to the steady thump of his heart. The soft caress of the bedspread came sooner than she expected and a whine escaped her throat as she felt his touch recede. He pulled off his sweats as she rid herself of his shirt, finally fully naked. He grabbed a condom from his nightstand and slipped it on.
“Baby, I’m right here,” he cooed, leaning against the headboard and pulling her into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her forehead against his as Matt lifted her up and lined himself up.
When she was ready, she pushed herself back down, resisting his hands holding her up.
Their sharp intakes of breath mingled together in a sweet harmony. The intimacy of their embrace only heightening her awareness of Matt’s cock buried inside her. They sat like that, wrapped in one another, unmoving for a moment, before she slowly pushed up his shaft and dropped back down.
“Ah-” Matt hissed, “you feel so good, I love you, sweetheart,” he muttered in reverence, kissing all over her face as she ground above him. Matt’s arms tightened around her waist, angling her hips so he could sink deeper, eliciting a throaty whine.
This was Matt’s favorite part; gentle intimacy. Not much in his life was gentle, but this–her and him fit together–was overwhelmingly tender.
When her legs started to fatigue and she wasn’t lifting off of him anymore, he flipped them, hovering over her before gently thrusting back in.
“Matty,” she moaned, “I hope you know,” her breath caught, “how much I love you.”
He kissed her fiercely, tongue sliding across her lips and slipping inside to taste her. He always wanted to feel her as much as possible, as many places as possible.
Matt increased the pace above her, the quiet noises of her wetness sending his senses into overdrive. When he was buried in her and she was panting, everything took on a haze of her. She was the only thing his senses could decipher.
He could feel himself getting close but wanted her to come first. He dipped a hand between their bodies and rubbed at her clit until she was squirming again. She wrapped her legs around Matt’s body, hooking her feet around his ass and pulled him into her, so each thrust hit the spot inside her that made everything blurry.
She came hard, yanking him down to her, scratching at his back. She didn’t seem to care that his whole body weight was pressing her into the bed. The feel of her walls clenching around him and the desperate way she clawed him closer to her sent him reeling over the edge too.
Matt waited until he could think more clearly, and until her breathing evened back out, before pulling out of her and rolling off her. He disposed of the condom in the bathroom and came back with a warm rag. His touch was delightful torture as he gently wiped away the cum on her thighs.
She didn’t hesitate to drape an arm over his abdomen when he returned to bed, and laid her head on his chest. Matt wrapped an arm tightly around her back and cupped her face with his other hand, thumb rubbing over her cheek soothingly.
“Can you talk to me? I always sleep better when I fall asleep listening to you?” She asked in a quiet voice. Not because she felt vulnerable, but because she felt safe enough to ask anything of Matt and not be embarrassed.
“Of course, sweetheart.” Matt kissed her forehead and began to talk to her about anything and everything. The cases he and Foggy were working on, what he ate for lunch, the bizarre things he overheard with his enhanced hearing on the streets of New York.
She allowed the comforting vibration in his chest from the deep rasp in his voice to lull her into blissful sleep.
