PART 2 of WANT YOU SATISFIED
The second and final part of my crack fic - reader insert x daredevil and punisher
THIS IS JUST SMUTTY
And the first part/Chapter is here:
💬 1 🔁 3 ❤️ 60 · Want You Satisfied · Summary: Frank uses his friend Matt's abilities to ensure your satisfaction in the bedroom. Matt’s
PART 2
Frank knew just how you liked it: gentle above the waist, anything but gentle below…
Your boyfriend would always caress and cup your breasts in his big hands with tenderness, kiss your neck and lips like a gentleman. But he rubbed your clit like he was trying to start a fire, smacked your ass like you were goddamned naughty, and usually he fucked you like he’d just escaped prison.
As he toyed with you, you had fleeting after-thoughts with every little moan and sound you made that Matt was listening. Matt knew if it was genuine or not. But it was genuine.
You re-focused on savoring the exhibitionism.
Frank tore your panties off and you caught a glimpse of Matt’s smirk in the corner of your eye. He had pulled his Daredevil mask back on. Maybe to hide his own expressions, maybe because he thought that it would make you feel more comfortable. You weren’t sure. His hand was smoothing over his own crotch as he ‘watched’ the scene unfold. His head tilted slightly, a small acknowledgment that he knew you were watching. The hand on his crotch lifted into full view before Matt peeled the glove from it. Your mouth watered as he flexed his bare fingers, articulating them in a way that made your pussy flutter.
Your eyes instinctively snapped up to Frank, and embarrassment flooded your cheeks. Frank was busy looking for something among the blankets that were haphazardly pushed aside. He complained, “I threw twenty condoms on the bed and now I can’t find a single fucking one…”
Matt handed over one of the foil-wrapped condoms like he had been waiting for Frank to ask. “Here ya go, buddy.”
“...Gee thanks, Red. Where the fuck were they?”
“On the floor.” Matt smiled matter-of-factly.
As Frank rolled on the condom, Matt couldn’t help sensing his size and hearing your heartbeat speed up at the sight of your boyfriend’s huge dick. He smelled a hint of fear coming off you, but it was paired with such sweet excitement in a way that Matt knew was normal; the mixed reactions of a woman anticipating a big dick.
Frank’s voice was a low growl as he penetrated you. “Take all of me, sweetheart. Take my dick like the little slut you are.”
“Ohh!” You cried as he filled you up with that heavenly, first thrust. All three of you gasped at the intensity.
“Fuck…” Both Frank and Matt panted.
Frank let you settle for just a few, slow thrusts. Then he got to work, pounding you with your legs up to the ceiling and your tits bouncing wildly.
Matt’s cock twitched and he groaned. Your loud mewls and moans were driving both men insane.
You cried, “Oh YES! Oh FUCK that feels so good!”
Frank captured your mouth and you kissed him for a minute.
When he repositioned himself upright between your thighs, he rubbed your clit while he thrust, making your back arch and your nipples harden.
You moaned continuously, unable to hold back your voice as that euphoric pleasure between your legs climbed higher and higher.
“She gettin’ close from this, Red?” Frank asked without looking over at Matt in the chair.
You heard Matt tell him breathlessly, “Cover her mouth so I can focus on her breathing easier,”
Frank’s big palm clamped over your mouth. You whined and tried to pry it off. “I could gag her with somethin’, but she doesn't like it.”
Matt’s voice edged into a moan, “Oh, but you’re wrong, friend; she loves it. She just doesn’t want to admit it.”
You both hated and loved how he revealed your secrets. Matt wasn’t just a lie detector anymore, he was becoming more like a lubricant between you and Frank.
Frank uncovered your mouth. “That true, my little slut? You wanna be gagged?”
You blushed and looked at the wall instead of him.
“Because you told me you didn’t.” He turned your face to look in your eyes.
You rolled your eyes. “I lied!”
“Why would you lie about that, sweetheart?” He asked your ear teasingly.
You bit your lip before answering. “Because I really like…pretending to not like it.”
Frank found your panties that were nearly falling off the bed with the blankets. “Well, if it’s a little consensual nonconsent that you’re after…” he stuffed your panties into your mouth. “...I can work with that.” You ‘protested’ with muffled whines as he clamped his palm over your mouth again. “Especially since I know Red will be able to tell if you need me to stop.”
Matt gave a distracted thumbs up. His other hand was still busy subtly stroking himself.
Frank resumed fucking you like he was feral for your pussy. Your moaning was muffled by the cloth stuffed in your mouth.
You let your head loll to the side and glimpsed Matt, your audience, looking wrecked by what he was witnessing, stroking the obvious bulge in his crotch, lips slightly parted, listening carefully with his superior hearing.
In his red lenses, you saw the reflection of you and Frank. You saw yourself getting fucked by your boyfriend and it more enticing than you could’ve ever hoped. The way Frank’s muscles flexed and worked to drive his dick into you again and again, the way your mouth was gagged… it simply delighted you
The constant rhythm of stimulation against your inner walls built into a climax that you couldn’t dream of faking. You held your breath for a moment as the orgasm crested, and then screamed into Frank’s hand as the pleasure spilt over.
“Ohhh fuck, sweetheart. That’s it.” Frank praised as he felt you squeezing him in contractions. “Good girl.”
He let go of your mouth and let you spit out your gag so you could pant for more air.
Frank smirked playfully. “Good girl… good slut…” he praised you again as he chased his own climax with wild thrusts.
It wasn’t much longer before he came inside you. You savored the way he ground his hips against you through every last twitch of his cock.
You were boneless and fuck drunk. Brain empty. No thoughts.
After Frank pulled out and left the bed to throw out the condom, you shut your eyes in bliss and just relaxed.
In the background, the two men talked.
Your boyfriend caught his breath. “What’s the verdict, Red?”
“That made me way too hard for the walk home.”
“Red!” Frank groaned.
“I’ll be charged with public indecency.”
“Do I sound like I give a fuck about your blue balls!” Frank complained, “Tell me what she felt.”
Matt chuckled mischievously. “She felt pure bliss. Like Heaven on Earth.”
You blushed and moaned softly in agreement.
“Yeah? No fakin’ it?” he confirmed.
“I promise you, Frank. She was definitely not faking it that time; she had a mind-blowing orgasm.”
“Good. Thanks for your help.”
Matt chuckled suavely. “Anytime.”
***
A few nights later, you came home after a stressful day and wanted nothing more than to shower and go to bed. But as you showered, you realized that you were primed to release all that stress, wanting something or someone to break open the dam for you.
Frank came over afterwards and immediately offered to eat you out. Like, he hadn’t even taken his boots off yet when he pulled you in tight and asked your ear.
It was maybe a little suspicious, but you were not one to refuse such an offer.
Soon after in your bedroom, Frank’s hot breath on your pussy was followed by the dangerously arousing stubble on his face, tickling your most sensitive bits. Frank kissed and sucked on your inner lips. You moaned your agreement. He slid two of his big fingers inside you and thrust them in and out like he would his cock. Your back arched slightly. “Ohh!” You moaned.
He ate you out with experience. But you knew you couldn’t come from this. At several points you got close, and it felt so tantalizingly within reach, but you couldn’t quite get there. You looked forward to having his thick cock inside you afterwards, so finally, after you encouraged him to speed up with sultry whines and moans, you pretended to orgasm.
It wasn’t like you had pre-meditated it. You just faked it with everything that wasn’t penetrative sex, because you felt that you would never get to enjoy the real thing.
Frank wiped his mouth and kissed you. “Please don’t be mad at me, sweetheart.”
Your eyebrows scrunched together. “Mad at you for wha-?”
Frank slid the window wide open in one strong motion. “Red? Get in here.”
Matt climbed in through the window, and straight onto your bed, dressed in his full Daredevil gear.
“What the hell!” you complained.
Matt got off the bed and lingered next to it.
“How’d that sound, Red?” Frank asked.
Matt pulled his headpiece off. He gave an amused hum. “Very interesting.”
“You had him listen!?” You hit Frank’s chest.
“‘Interesting how?” Frank ignored you for the moment.
“I wasn’t faking it!” you protested.
Frank caught your wrist before you could hit him again. “Shh, it’s alright, sweetheart.”
Matt took a seat in the chair that had remained in your bedroom from yesterday. He smirked with that sly, cryptic expression.
“Just tell me, c’mon.”
Matt explained, “She enjoyed herself. She was close several times, but not to the point where she… embellished having a full orgasm.”
Frank gave you that look that he often gave you when he wanted to playfully take you over his knee.
“I didn’t-!”
“Don’t lie to him, honey.” Matt scolded you suavely. “You know I’ll just tell him the truth.”
Out of spite, you complained about Frank like he wasn’t right there . “Well, if he wants the truth, then fine! The truth is, it felt really good, but I’ve never cum from getting oral, from anyone.”
There was a beat as both men absorbed that. Frank looked to Matt for the lie detector readout, “That true?”
“Sad but true,” Matt confirmed.
You refused to look at either of them. Frank comforted you, “Hey, c’mere sweetheart. It’s okay. Thank you, for telling me the truth, ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.”
You sighed heavily as he hugged you, and after a moment, you hugged him back. Strangely, as frustrating as it was to be caught in a lie, you did feel like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.
Matt’s voice cut into the couple moment you were having, “I could make you cum.”
You both looked at him in disbelief.
Frank said. “Are you seriously…?”
Matt shrugged. “I could make her cum with oral. So she knows that it’s possible.”
You rolled your eyes. “It’s not possible, even with your super senses.”
He chuckled. “Honey, I promise you I could make you cum all over my mouth. With Frank’s permission of course.”
Frank sighed. “You want him to work his blind… devil magic on ya, sweetheart?”
“What… really?” You asked bashfully.
Frank took that as a yes, and told Matt, “Red, I’ll give you permission to eat her out just this one time only.”
“Okay, if you’re sure, I’d be glad to”
“One time only.” Frank repeated as his way of confirming. “Show me what you can do to her.”
Excitement coursed through your nerve endings as Matt knelt between your legs. “Can I…” He did the ‘come hither’ gesture with two fingers. “...finger her too?”
“Yeah. Mouth and fingers only.”
You couldn’t deny that being negotiated between these two men like a prize was making you hot. But you appreciated when Matt addressed you with a kind hand on your knee, arguably the most platonic area of your body within his reach, “Are you okay with this, honey?”
You glanced over at your boyfriend. He nodded. “It ain’t a trick, sweetheart. You can say yes if you want.”
You turned back to Matt and nodded.
“Need your consent out loud, honey.” Matt smirked.
You bit your lip. “Such a goddamn lawyer… Yes, I’m okay with this.”
“Good girl.”
That familiar dip in your stomach was followed by arousal seeping in your lower belly. He knew what he did with those words.
Matt got comfortable between your legs as he tantalized you with more dom talk, “Are you going to behave and keep your legs spread open for me?” He held your thighs apart firmly.
You gasped. “Yes, Matt.”
Matt sucked on your inner lips like he was determined to replace the sensations Frank gave you with his own. His finger slid into you. You held back your moan, but you instinctively held your legs apart even wider.
Frank watched closely, studying what Matt was doing as best as he could. Matt worked his finger against your walls, listening to the little changes in your pulse, gaining understanding of where he could rub that increased blood flow to your pussy. He added his middle finger and you whined and trembled from the added sensation.
You had resolved yourself to try not to moan or give Matt any more encouragement than what came naturally. …But it was like Matt knew your body better than you did
Matt sensed your body shift into a deeper state of arousal, your vagina gradually lengthening, giving him access to a super soft area of your canal previously blocked by your cervix. Like he was cracking a safe, he listened as he tried different ‘combinations’. He found the spot with his fingertips that made your heart race faster, your breath halting every so slightly when he brushed it. He smelled your pheromones getting stronger. Encouraging him.
Matt rubbed that spot inside you that made you feel an eruption of pleasure in your belly travelling down to your clit. You moaned obscenely loud and your legs twitched and trembled.
Now you had made it very obvious to Frank that Matt was doing something right.
“Ohhh ffffuck!” Your back arched. You grasped at Matt’s head to make sure he stayed there. Matt hummed, smiling arrogantly against your pussy.
Frank gasped. “Damn Red, you found her sweet spot.” He was envious, but equally impressed. The damn sounds that Matt was pulling from your throat were sounds that he only heard when he filled you with his cock.
Matt flattened his tongue against your clit, and teased it mercilessly from side to side.
“Ohhhh fuck! OH keep going, Matt! PLEASE!”
Your back arched off the mattress. Your hands grasped at Matt’s hair tighter than you intended.
Frank’s breath hitched in his chest at the sight of you coming undone.
As your pleasure heightened, and you begged for orgasm, Frank’s instinct would’ve been to speed up.
But Matt didn’t. He kept that same exact, consistent speed with his fingers and tongue, no matter how much you tugged at his hair and pleaded. It was like he was determined to give you a slow burn.
You were way too far gone to hide how earth-shattering this was. Your orgasm hit you so hard that your vision blurred with tears. It was like a massive explosion of shivery heat. It was more pleasure than you think mere humans were meant to experience.
Matt cruelly teased your oversensitive clit with his tongue as you rode out the last aftershocks of your orgasm.
You were wrecked, just a spent body spread on a mattress, when that handsome, blind fuck withdrew his mouth and fingers. With his lips and chin glistening with your slick, he asked, “Still think it’s not possible, honey?”
You just sighed in a way that was almost a scoff, because you didn’t have the energy to react further to his cocky tone.
Frank stroked your sweaty hair. “Damn, you alright, sweetheart?”
You nodded. Your mouth was dry and your body was boneless.
“Good girl,” Frank praised.
Matt wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’ll get her some water.” He shifted off the bed and left the bedroom.
Frank kissed your temple.
“Holy fucking shit.” You panted. “Boss…I’m sorry that I…”
“Shhh what’re you sorry for? Stop it, sweetheart. I gave him permission and he satisfied you.”
You looked up at him lovingly.
“I’m just glad you’re satisfied.”
