legs aching, thighs burning, sweat dripping, it was all too much. you loved being on top, don’t get me wrong, but it was a lot of work. and matt was lasting a lot longer than usual. not one warning of him being on the brink came out. just repeated moans from him. your hips began to slow in response, the soreness spreading throughout your lower half. he noticed immediately, the way your pussy unclenched around him, the way your hands rested on his chest instead of by his hips.
“no, please don’t stop,” he whined, fingers pressing into your hips as he tried to move them faster. his efforts quickly failed him; the pressure he was forcing on your hips wasn’t moving you like he wanted. a series of chuckles left your exhausted throat in response to his efforts. “i’m sore,” you groan. skin slapping in the room, reducing to zero as you stick to grinding against him. the tip of his cock still tickling your sweet spot with the new pace, and it felt so good— to you. matt, on the other hand, was getting very impatient, very unsatisfied with the pleasureless movements from you. without thinking, he bucks his hips up into yours, with a grunt, his tip hits that gummy spot with no effort. “fuck” you curse, not expecting harshness or stimulation.
the stillness of your body awoke something inside him. the way you took his unexpected jerk so well had his mind wandering.
mumbling a quick 'can’t wait', he swiftly flipped your body onto the mattress, knuckles turning white as he held you. your eyes shoot open in pure shock, body hitting the bed harshly but not roughly. just a desperate move from him. a guttural moan slipped from your throat as he swiftly sank his cock back into you. “i just need to fuck you, i ne—need to fill you,” he grunts, brows furrowing as he focuses on the pleasure. his hands never left your waist; still needing some type of support from you.
the sheets welcomed your body as his hips rammed into yours. your hand pressed into his lower back while your legs formed an x around his torso. bringing him as close and deep as allowed. the pace that he was fucking into you was adrenaline-inducing, and so unbelievably hot. he was so focused on you and you only, nothing else mattered. just you and his orgasm. his back muscles tense as he slightly adjusts the angle of where his cock was reaching inside you burying himself deeper.
blended sexual sounds and words rolled off your tongues effortlessly. arousal coated your inner things and his cock as he went on about how good your walls felt clamped around his eager length. his breath caressed your neck as he drives further into you. “so go—good wouldn’t even dream of pulling out,” he whispered, kissing you smoothly to add on to the dirty talk. your nails almost gave him a new tattoo with the way they punctured his skin. “that’s it, sweetheart, show me how good m making you feel,” he groans in response. your actions only adding fuel to his fire.
♡⸝⸝ : switch!matt, bratty!reader, oral (f receiving), pet names, unprotected p in v, teasing, mention of a joint
part one - main master list
requested by @nodoubtily
wc: 816
The sounds that were leaving your mouth were like music to Matt’s ears, knowing that he was the cause. “Shit, just like that…” you muttered out, rolling your hips against his face. Your eyes closed in bliss, the joint you were smoking now long forgotten in the ashtray. His tongue plunged deeper into your soaked cunt, nose pressed against your clit as you tugged at his hair, pulling him closer. You could feel your orgasm approaching, your walls clenching against him.
A ragged moan slipped from your lips as you came right on his tongue. Juices soaking his face, but you didn’t let him get away that fast. Your hand held his face in place as you drew out your orgasm, using his mouth for your own pleasure.
Matt, on the other hand, was beginning to get frustrated as your hand continued to push his face further into your folds. “Mmm, you like me using you like this?” you asked, looking down at him, that same smirk stuck on your face. Matt grunted into your flesh, grabbing your wrist as he moved your hand away from his hair. “Who do you think you are?” he asked, sitting up and resting on his knees as he moved closer to you. You scoff, confused at his sudden attitude, waving a hand dismissively at him.
“What’s your problem?” you huff, already reaching for your panties. He groaned, watching your movements; you always did this. Used him, then left, never stayed, not even long enough to kiss him goodbye. Of course, this was due to the agreement you both agreed to, friends with benefits, no strings attached. Matt tugged your wrist, pulling you closer to him. “You can’t just leave like that,” he whines, pulling you against him. The room felt tense, like he was trying not to take you right then and there. “Just stay awhile,” he suggested gently stroking your cheek.
And so you did, like he asked. Even though you didn’t have to, but honestly, you had nothing else to do. Watching him squirm underneath you while you teased him was such a pretty sight. That is, until Matt got fed up with your actions. You hovered over his leaking member, one hand keeping him pressed into the mattress while the other dragged his cock along your slick folds. “Maybe I should punish you, not let you fuck me…” You whispered, causing his body to tremble. “I bet you can't even make me come, can you? Look at you all pathe-."
Your words were cut off by Matt flipping you over so he was on top. His hands quickly pinning your arms above your head as he finally slid into your warmth. “What the fu-” your words were once again cut off by him thrusting desperately inside you, making your eyes roll back. “Hm. What was that? Not so big and bad now, are you?” he mocked you with a fake pout on his lips watching your breasts bounce with each thrust.
“You asshole…” You muttered, your eyes finally meeting his, mouth falling agape at how deeply he was inside you. Now it was his turn to give you a taste of your own medicine. “Beg,” he groaned into your ear, his thrusts getting sloppier as he lost all control, one hand gripping tightly on your wrists. You scoff, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
“Not happening,” you murmur, moving away from his lips as he tries to kiss you. His first instinct was to whine and wait for your next command, but he was the one in control now. “What you don't like to be bossed around, sweetheart?” he teased his thrusts slowing down as he sucked your exposed skin. Your body betrayed you, hips bucking desperately, trying to make him move faster.
“Not so fast,” he whispered, one hand moving to grip your hips, halting your movements. “Say it, or this poor pussy won’t come” his hand slid between both of your sweaty bodies as he lightly slapped your cunt. “Fuck you,” you spat, but your actions said otherwise as your back arched off the bed desperately seeking release. Matt shrugged, leaning up and teasingly slipping out of you.
“Fine, have it your way,” he said, exiting your warmth with a soft pop. Leaving your body tingling for more, you bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from giving in. “Ugh, I hate you…” You mutter, trying to get away from his grip. The feeling of his twitching member sliding against your slick folds was too much; you needed him inside you.
“Fuck, just fuck me, please! Matt…” You whine, walls clenching, finally breaking as you in gave to him. “Please…let me come.” He never thought that he would hear those words from you, let alone have you submit to him. He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it, sweet girl?” he tsked, sliding back inside you, groaning at the feeling on your walls fluttering around him. He loved how much power he held over you now.
∿ this is not me promoting or romanticizing smoking or dr*g use. this is purely fictional, if you don't like this kind of topic, please skip.
don't be alarmed seeing these works. they are not stolen my old account was @sturns-mermaid i'm simply re uploading them here!
Hey Hailey , can I make a Matt Murdock x reader request?
Reader is learning braille and reading a smut book. Matt is a little annoyed that you don't put this book down when he gets home and smells you getting wet reading it. One day he is home earlier than you and he starts reading this book and masturbates while doing so and at that moment Reader comes home.
Good boy
Paring: Matt Murdock x Fem!reader
Warnings: 18+, established relationship, smut, implied smut, fingering, m! masturbation, switch!Matt, a little of mean!Matt, switch!reader, dirty talk, hair pulling, choking, praise kink, degradation kink, exhibitionism, overstimulation, Mommy kink, erotica, mentions of sexual intercouse in a church
(lmk if im missing something)
WC: 2.1K
A.N: this is pure smut and its disgusting but I'm a whore for Matt so who cares, hope you enjoy nonnie. And thank you for this cause I went feral last night while writing this 💋
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Matt was sitting at his desk, sorting through some paperwork of a recent case he had taken with Foggy. When he heard the sound of the front door opening. He knew that it was you, you had gotten home early that day, so he decided to walk to the living room to see you after a long day at the office. To his surprise, he sensed that you were sitting in your usual spot on the couch, reading a book.
Matt walked over to kiss you only to catch a whiff of something peculiar in the air. He sniffed again and frowned. "Is everything alright sweetheart?" he asked.
You looked up from your book, trying to feign innocence. "Yeah, everything's fine," you said, but Matt could hear the slight waver in your voice. "I'm just reading."
It annoyed Matt that you weren't paying attention to him. You hadn't even kissed him or even taken your eyes off of your book when he came to see you.
Matt's suspicions only grew when he noticed that the book you were holding wasn't anything he recognized. He heard your fingers running over the paper just like he would to read his paperwork at work. Matt reached out to take it from you, but you quickly pulled it away. But he felt something different about this book, it was in braille and he got to feel at least what one word said. Moan. It said moan.
Were you-? No, that's impossible, Matt thought. He of course knew you were learning braille since you thought if you had learned more, you could help him out with more things about the apartment. Like the tags on his suits, paperwork, or even write him a love letter in braille but you couldn't be reading smut.
"It's nothing," you said, putting your hand over the cover, even though Matt obviously couldn't see it. You felt a bit embarrassed by it and Matt could feel how your blood rushed up to your cheeks.
He could smell your arousal in the air. He could practically taste it on his taste buds. The thought leaves his head and a new one comes to mind.
Matt thought this was a way to tease him, work him up. But Matt had other plans with you. He pulled away the book from you and he picked you up to have your legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed the both of you against the wall.
You were so concentrated on your book that a gasp left your mouth at the sudden movements and it turned you on more. "Matt- please".
Matt groaned more as the taste and smell of your arousal grew stronger and it made his cock hardened and throb in the confines of his boxers. "Fuck- such a fucking needy slut. Needing to be taken care of isn't that right?"
You nodded rapidly as you didn't trust your voice to speak. "Words angel, I wanna hear you say it". Matt grinded his hard cock against your clothed cunt. "Yes"
He wasn't satisfied with that answer and he grabbed your neck to look at him and you moaned at the mixture of pain and pleasure all at once. You felt light headed, desire clouding your mind. The need of Matt's cock buried deep inside the warmth of your pussy.
And the sinful noise filling the bedroom. All of the moans, whines, grunts, and whimpers. The sound of your wetness dripping down his cock onto his thick thighs that you also loved to grind yourself onto. The slapping noise of Matt slamming into your cunt, making him go feral and pussydrunk.
"Yes what?" Even if Matt couldn't see if felt like his eyes were burning through your body as he waited for your answer.
"Yes s-sir". You bit your bottom lip when you felt Matt's hot breath down your neck as he left wet kisses down your throat as well.
"Mhmm good girl. My little girl can actually talk, who would’ve thought, I guess after all you aren't just a fuck toy for me to use, or are you?" Matt chuckled as he whispered his praise and degradation in your ear.
"I- I am your fuck toy sir. I'm yours to use, yours to fuck and bring you pleasure with my mouth or pussy". You had no idea where the boost of confidence came from to say all of this to Matt but you were loving it.
"I'm your good little slut to make you cum. What do you want sir? Do you want me to get on my knees and suck your cock? Or do you want my wet pussy waiting to be filled with your cum?" A small smirk appears on your face as you think you have taken control for tonight.
"Oh sweetheart, I love this little act you have going on. It's quite hot but I think you need a reminder of who's in charge". Without hesitation Matt moves his hand under your skirt and moves aside your soft panties. Put two of his thick fingers inside, pumping them fast in and out of your soaked pussy.
And Matt being the ever most cocky motherfucker that he is, smirked when he heard you moan his name and say a bunch of incoherent things. "Look at you, already becoming a mess, just by my fingers. Now imagine if I had my cock inside of you. Bet you would be cockdrunk, loving the way only I can make you feel good. How only I make you fucking stupid. I'm the only one who can or will ever make you feel this good, you hear me slut?"
You didn't know what made you more wet, Matt's fingers working inside of you or his filthy words. Matt was always a smooth talker, why should you be surprised. You became like a puddle, your legs gave out but Matt held you. His words hit you like a train, it made your slick drip down his wrist to his forearm. The way he worked his fingers made you throw your head back and whine at how fucking good he was.
Damn Matt Murdock. How you wanted to wipe off that smirk on his face. But you were in such a euphoric state that it didn't matter at the moment, you would handle him on another occasion. You nodded your head as he spoke so dirty to you, you submitted to him and Matt lived for that.
After a mind blowing orgasm that Matt gave you with just his fingers, you expected to get on your knees and maybe call it a night. Eat dinner, take a shower together and go to bed. But no, how extremely wrong you were.
"Don't think I'm done with you just yet sweetheart". The sinister grin on Matt's face gave it away that it was going to be a long night for the both of you.
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And just how you expected, it indeed was a long night. You woke up running late to work and it didn't help that your legs felt like jelly. Not long after Matt had woken up too and helped you getting ready and you both had agreed to meet back at the apartment for lunch.
Matt had left a bit more early from work than planned, he wanted to clean up the apartment a bit and cook for you. Once Matt started cleaning he came across something. It was your book, but this was the book you were reading yesterday. Matt wanted to know what it was, were you actually reading such filth?
He sat down debating whether he should or shouldn't read your book. But Matt caved into the curiosity. He opened the book and ran his fingers over the braille.
"He pushed his tongue into her vagina to get her as wet as possible. He moved his mouth to her clitoris and sucked gently on it as he inserted his fingers into her and kneaded her g-spot".
Matt cheeks color changed into a bright pink, this was why he smelled your arousal yesterday. It made Matt's cock twitch as he continued to read the book.
"Leigh bucked and moaned as he pushed in a third finger, then a fourth. She loved being penetrated, would even beg for it when he withheld it to punish her. But he couldn’t withhold himself from her today. In two hours they’d be married—joined spiritually and legally into one. But what mattered now was to be joined physically, sexually…and the sooner, the better".
Was this maybe what you wanted? To be fucked in a church where the two of you would get married in? Matt couldn't help but the groan that left his mouth as his growing erection was starting to become painful. The idea of you reading this on your own and touching yourself made Matt take off his belt and bucking his hips upwards into the air.
"Leigh’s breathing quickened as Bryce pushed his fingers even deeper into her wet heat. Her muscles tightened around his hand. He kneaded her clitoris even harder with his tongue until her whole body went taut and she cried out, her fluid pouring from deep within her and over his face".
Matt pushes his pants and boxers down just enough to wrap his hand around his cock. The tip was already swollen red with precum dripping down, if only you were there to lick it up from his balls all the way up to his tip.
"By the time he got back to his feet, he’d already opened his pants and freed his erection. He didn’t even let Leigh catch her breath. He shoved himself into her hard and deep, thrusting without mercy or apology. He wanted her raw from sex when she walked down the aisle, every step reminding her of his desire for her."
Matt fists his cock roughly, he knew he didn't have much time and you could get home at any moment and catch him in such a vulnerable act. Oh, but how it made him groan, he wanted you to find him like this. It made him think of all those times he'd fucked you in the bathroom at some stupid work conference with a bunch of egocentric lawyer.
Or that one time that he couldn't wait til home to fuck you and he pull you out to a office and the window wide open, so that New York could see who was the one who could fuck you into an oblivion. His grunts and moans only grew louder, blocking every other of his senses. Matt could still taste you on his mouth from last night and he was so close to cumming until-
You were already on your way to have lunch with Matt. You had even stopped by at a restaurant for takeout and as you approached the door you heard a groan. Immediately you thought Matt had open a wound he had gotten while on patrol a few nights ago. And as you walked into the door to go help him, you heard a moan and your name.
Your heart started to beat faster when you saw Matt on the couch with your book and his fist around his cock. The smirk on your mouth was inevitable, you watched him for a few minutes. The minute you saw Matt's face twist into a face he would make before cumming you cleared your throat.
Matt stopped his movements and his breathing was heavy, sweat had formed on his forehead and his cheeks were red in embarrassment.
"Sweetheart- I didn't-". He had tried to justify himself but it was useless. You had put the pieces together.
"I didn't say to stop, did i?" You moved to sit in front of Matt staring at his weeping cock aching for release.
"N-no….you didn't". Matt spoke so softly that it was barely a whisper. You cooed at him. This was your opportunity to take control after your intent from yesterday.
"Then be a good boy for mommy and keep touching yourself, and you're not cumming until I say so, do you understand?"
Matt just whimpered, feeling so sensitive that he bit his lip and nodded.
You pulled his hair back to grab his attention. And Matt being a sucker for pain, moaned loudly at the pain. "Answer me Matthew or you won't cum at all".
"Y-yes mommy, I u-understand". Matt needed you to touch him, your small but soft hands felt so much better than his hand. But he was willing to follow and obey your every command.
"Good boy". You let go of his hair and sat back down to watch him in awe. Maybe the both of you should have lunch together more often.
