Bruised Pride, Eager Lips
Summary: A case goes wrong mid trial, and Matt needs to turn his brain off after a day of trying to fix it all.
Pairing: Matt Murdock x AFAB!Reader
Warnings: 18+ only, Mostly smut, swearing ig, oral (AFab receiving), multiple orgasms
Word count: ~1.3k
Authors note: oops sorry this one feels wordy and is lightly edited. Sorry it sucks but I’m just proud to be writing again after so long Reblogs + Feedback appreciated and highly encouraged
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There were plenty of reasons—excuses, really—that Matt would come up with to get his head between your thighs. But your favourite, by far, was a rough day in court. Without fail, Matt would show up looking exhausted and vaguely pathetic, like a man who had suffered greatly and deserved compensation, before he’d drop to his knees with a whimper.
Today was one of those days. The footage that would have ended the case in Matt’s favour had somehow, while in evidence custody, been completely erased from the security tape. There was no proof of his clients innocence, that they had been framed for a crime they hadn’t even been in the city to commit.
And so, he had spent hours after court today going through every detail of the case. The testimonies on repeat in his headset, while the sun went down.
You’d gotten the ping off his phone around 12:15, that he had left his office - finally. You drag yourself from the nest you’d made on the sofa and pad to the kitchen, to make him a little something to eat.
It’s 12:30 when you hear the door swing over and the quick snaps of his cane being collapsed and set on the table by the door. Rounding the dividing wall, his tie is loose his hair a mess. You barely have time to turn around and ask him how bad it was, when you hear the dull thud of his knees on the kitchen floor. His hands waste no time in groping at your thighs, coaxing them apart above him.
Your sleep shorts, though small, seem to annoy him by their sheer presence. His hands find the draw strings and in a simple tug they’re undone and falling to the ground.
Matthew’s hands knead their way up your thighs to your core, a single finger swiping through your folds to your clit, only to be followed and replaced by his tongue. He laps at your folds as your arousal spreads.
You can see the moment his brain shuts up. His shoulders slump slightly, and he buries his face closer to your cunt. His cock strains in his slacks, his belt digging into his hips. But he doesn’t care. All he wants is to eat you until you’re beyond satisfied.
His ministrations become more intense. Licking and sucking at your sensitive bud while two fingers enter into your tight heat, pulling a moan from you. He pushes his face closer to you, causing his glasses to skew, and eventually clatter to the floor at your feet. He’s completely lost in it now.
One particular crook of his fingers pulls a guttural moan from you, and your hips begin to grind against his mouth, your desperation now equal to his.
“Mmmh, cmon Matty, fuck that’s so good~” you purr down at him. Praise always gets him going in these moments. He slips a third finger inside of you, tongue swirling around your clit like it belongs there. You see Matt’s eyes roll back in his head while he works. The stress has melted away for now and his focus is your impending orgasm.
The pool in your stomach swirls its warmth around as you climb steadily towards your peak. You tug on his hair, bringing him closer whilst pulling a whimper from him. The hottest sound a Murdock could make.
His fingers curl just right inside you, and your hips jerk. His name is barely audible on your lips as you cum across his tongue, much to Matt’s appeasement. He licks every drop from you, only relenting when you pull his head away.
He sits on his knees, hands dropping to his lap. Chin glistening with your juices, eyes fluttering closed. His chest heaves a few times before he whines out a pathetic “please”, a simple plead for more. Seeing him so out of it, on his knees for you is a glorious sight. You take it all in for a moment before leading him off to the bedroom. He pushes you back, when you try to undo his clothes.
Lying in your bed, he crawls up from the end to lay flat on his stomach. His arms reach out and loop underneath your thighs. He yanks you closer, and his mouth immediately finds your sensitive pussy. Still slick and thrumming from the first orgasm. His tongue presses into your hole while his nose bumps at your aching nub. The sounds of him eating you like a starved man are mixing in the air with your steady moans. He pulls one leg over his shoulder, and wraps his arm just so, his thumb swipes into your core before running annoyingly soft circles around your clit.
“Matt-“ you gasp his name like a prayer. Your second orgasm piling up already. Your toes curl from the build up, and you feel like you can barely breathe. Your hands search for purchase, one finding its usual home in his hair, the other haphazardly grabbing at the sheets as if trying to ground yourself.
He doesn’t let you grind your hips this time. His thick biceps wrapped around your thighs prevent you from moving even an inch while he’s devouring you, but his hips achingly rock against the mattress below. His neglected cock almost as impatient as the man himself.
His tongue leaves your cunt, only to find your clit again, and after a few flicks he’s sucking it while one arm unravels from your leg. His middle and ring fingers slide home inside of you with a practiced ease, knowing it will help pull you over the cliff again. And he’s right. The steady pace of his fingers fucking you, with the occasional curl sends you right over the edge. Your eyes roll back and your vision blurs from the power of the orgasm. And yet he doesn’t stop. His fingers slow their speed, but his mouth is still going. Swirling and sucking on your poor throbbing clit.
You’re squirming and trying to catch you’re breath now but Matt is not letting up. He pauses only for one more moment to breathe out the words
“one more, baby, one more” with that raspy, overworked voice, before his mouth resumes. Every lick, suck, or lap sends shockwaves through your body. You feel like you’re floating a little bit. And your vision is still blurry. Everything is too much and yet not enough. His fingers crook, and you whimper that same pathetic whimper he had earlier. He’s moaning against your pussy as if it’s the most divine thing his mouth has ever touched, because in this moment it is. Your hips jerk as much as they can under his grip, and your thighs tremble. Your clit is so sensitive when he blows on it, you squeak
“Jerk-“
He chuckles under his breath for a brief moment before doing it again, and using his finger to circle the sensitive bud, while his mouth laps at your leaking hole. Desperate for more of you. The circle movements become tighter, firmer, as he pushes you towards your third peak of the night.
“Matty-“ you whine, trying to squirm. You’re gripping the pillow behind your head with all your might, feeling like this orgasm might send you off the edge of the earth. His tongue drives into you again, and his thumb adds more pressure. He knows you’re *right* there. He whines against your pussy, eating you like his life depends on it.
His own hips jerk unevenly against the bed, reaching his own peak while he finally pushes you over yours. Vision filled with stars and light, your body tingling down to your fingertips. You’re still hazy when he grabs a cloth from the bathroom and wipes you up, before laying in the same spot he had been, his head laying on your stomach, body sprawled between your legs.
“Matty- Matt? Matthew?” You ask as you finally come down from your high, only to find him passed out between your legs like that. Your trembling hand runs through his hair, smiling softly before letting the haze take you to sleep
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