summary : you go out with Matt for dinner you come home start to make out until theres a familar silhouette in the doorframe waiting to join...
warnings : fic is Matt Murdock x Reader! x Benjamin Poindexter, literally porn without any plot beside kind of a re-establish relationship with Matt and Dex being an ex, obvs 18 +, Oral (f receving) + (m receving), unprotected sex, MLM action, kissing, stalker!Dex, a mention of somnophilia, choking, switchdex! ,voyeursim
sorry if i missed anything literally my first fic in years.
It was a chill evening not too chilly but just perfect for you, you and Matt had a great evening, full and satisfied atleast when it comes to food..
You two hook arms as you walk the road down to your Apartment, cracking the usual jokes , you and him arrive at the door your keys clicking in the door opening the door to your cozy home, feels just right now.
Matt walks towards the fridge into your open kitchen and gets himself a beer..he sighs ,, I really need a proper drink..that wine they served was horrid´' he takes a good sip.
you chuckle and walk up to him leaning into the kitchen counter.
He comes closer and caresses your shoulder..,,tonight was fantastic´' he speaks softly. You nod in agreement as i bite my lip and make him a offer he will for sure not refuse...i lean into him and whisper softly in his ear ,,Let´s make tonight even more special'' you take his bottle away from him a short frown formed but when he realized were you was leading him he formed a smile on his lips again.
I sit him down on the Bed and make my way onto his Lap and your lips collide with his..first gently then his hunger came through and his hand wanders onto the back of you head twirling your hair around his hand until he has a solid grip but not too tight yet the other hand holding a firm grip on one of your ass cheeks.
You give fully into him..but something was off a second when you opend you eyes to take good look on Matt your eye wandered to the balcony window you could swear a shadow hopped by. You pulled away rash ,,Did you see that ??'' you ask not thinking immediatly the irony of the question.
Matt chuckles ,,Are you really gonna ask me that?''
My head falls into his shoulder and you blush against him ,,im sorry ..i just thought i saw something..''
Matt reassures you it was just the neighbours cat or something.
Except its not. and he knows it he can sense it but you don't know that he can.
You both continue your sloppy makeout session until your both in your underwear but behind that door there he was watching
You didnt see him, he saw you both. Standing in the dark his erection already pressing against his belt, he watched you many times all the time when you were sleeping even in your most vulnerable moments its been a year since you broke up he never understood why..but now his focus on you and your lover that he only knew as your friend. Dex swings both ways but right now he would never admit he likes Matt with his hands all over you but he watch you both carefully not sure what he liked more right now , how pretty you looked on his lap or the fact he could see Matts erection almost bursting from his boxers...,,Fuck'' he whispers and starts to carressing his erection through his pants.
Meanwhile you were melting into Matt carefully removing your bra your breasts fell in the most delicious way, Matt took the oppurtunity immedialty and put one of you breasts into his mouth sucking on your nipple. You gasp but lowkey pressing your breast more into his mouth.
Suddenly a cold breeze hit your exposed back you look into the direction of the balcony door your eyes widen and you try to cover up as fast as possible..,,Dex?!.. what the hell are you doin here get out!''
And there he stands 6'0 tall, broad with a smirk on his face.
,,Oh baby i was invited..its a little surprise''
You loosen the grip on your blanket your covering up with but only because you were starttled ,,What do you,,i don't..'' you look over to Matt for support trying to find your words. But he just has a wide smile on his lips and gets up and walks towards you he starts petting your head carefully until a groan comes out of him ,, I knew how much you missed him baby ..everytime we talked about him.. i could just sense your need for him...don't deny it i know when youre lying''
wow. Youre even more startled but now atleast the words are forming
,, How do you even know that??'' Matt chuckles ,,I just know theres a lot you dont know...and look'' he looks over to Dex ,,She's not even denying that ...dirty girl'' Dex just stands still with his sharp smirk ,,told you she wouldnt..'' your gaze finally meets his without the scare he just gave me by entering you notice his big bulge..fuck how you missed it Matt's not bad either but Dex's ability to hit the perfect spot everytime is just diffrent by thinking of that you just fold and give in you drop to your knees, Matt already knowing you would do such a thing he freed himself and you take him half way into my mouth making him toss his head back and let a big groan out. Meanwhile Dex freeing himself of every piece of fabric he has on the sight drives him crazy he licks his hand and starts to stroke himself at this beautiful sight he lets out small whimpers. I hear him it makes me pool, wetness building up in the only thing you have left on your panties. Matt notices him the hearing of Dex's whimpers make him twitch in your mouth. He waves him over and Dex follows his command the two of you towering you. Matt pulls Dex in and both of them start kissing passionate..Between Dex's muffled cry outs and Matt's groans Matt's hand finds your hair and his grip tightens you groans against him which sends a vibration through him making him twitch inside your Mouth even more if you don't stop now he will be done. Dex notices that and pulls away from him his slips glistening from the saliva exchange.
,,Sweetheart get up and on the bed for me..So that your head hangs off the bed'' He said this very softly but its was a clear instructions that you better follow.
Your eyes open and you let Matt go with a soft pop. He hisses at almost reaching his high and then breaking off so sudden. You make your way to the bed with jelly like legs Dex close behind. You lay down vertically on the bed so, that your head dangles off the other end . You see Matts member upside down. Now you know where this is going.
Dex starts playing with your nipples a sensation that he tends to overdo sometimes but its not painful youre just needy right now you squirm at his soft even tho bit rough moves every stroke he does on your body every touch with a precise no woman ever felt.
His hands reaches your hips meeting your panties he wants to rip it off but no not tonight , tonight is all about you. His nose meets your belly button he's taking you in he hasn't had you in a while al,ost forgotten what you smell like. His tongue going down your love trail until there he meets your underwear too but this time his teeth come forward and start to pull your panties down gently using his hands as support to pull the fabric down your ass dragging it so far down that he has it in his mouth. His eyes meet your exposed sex, wet aching ready for it all, also looking at Matt panting and stroking his Dick, he can sense the movements your level of excitement. Dex wastes no time and dives into you, You cry out at first but then no more Matts cock is getting shoved down your throat , you tear up immidieatly.
Dex tongue flicking, licking, sucking, slurping you out like a candy and thats what you taste like to him he could die in this position he would be happy to do so, You let out muffled groans, your body shakes at your pleasure level you try and concentrate at suckingn Matts dick but you get loose and he notices he gives you some support and thrusts into your throat making you gag multiple times, Dex groans against you while eating the living day lights out of you he loves you like this.
Your eyes roll back and youre just existing at this point but you chase your high bucking your hips into Dex's face. ,,She's close'' Matt moans out to Dex. Dex humms against me you confirmation from Matt and thats it that sends you over the edge but Dex doesn't stop he continues just like that. Matt's jaw locked at what he is sensing. He starts to play with your breasts and whispers ,,Just like that..let go such a good girl''
And you do just that you let go, groaning hard against him almost spasm at this feeling hits you, melting into Dex who is drinking you up and Matt fucking your throat raw.
Dex looks up and climbs onto you putting himself between your already open legs and as he sees you getting throat fucked he sees the outline of Matts cock in your throat. He decides just for the funsies to put his veiny hand around your throat and give you even more struggle to catch some air. He lines his thick cock between your lips and enters you with ease you were certainly wet enough. Matt chuckles at the sounds he's hearing the obscene sounds Dex's and Your body make as he fucks you hard it makes him throb in your throat he notices Dex's precise the way he's moving in and out of you he's jealous next time Dex can fuck him silly.
At this point youre almost brainless just complying to everything theyre doin to you and there you feel it again that familiar feeling in your stomach youre close again. Matt s giving heads up again but with a shaky voice because the second his sentence finished so did he shooting his load deep into you throat so deep you almost don't even notice he just spilled in you, He pulls out panting, his hand touching your cheeks gently.
Finally room to breathe, Dex's grip still tight on your throat, Youre a blabbering mess and then you just release it washes over you Dex releases at the same time with harsh thrusts and grunts as he slowly calms down the guys praise you like nothing else. They lay you down comfortable, clean you up, wrap you in a warm blanket you fall asleep between them both you deserve that rest.
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WOW okay i haven't written in ages i hope you like it tho since the second season just ended i noticed very few Dex content and also not enough Dexmatt content so i wanted to give you what the fandom yearns for ahhhh
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summary: the moral of the story is don’t let ben poindexter talk himself in or out of anything. the second moral is don’t let him figure out what you actually want. the thing is? you let him do both, and more.
warnings: 18 / Explicit NSFW. morally gray reader (i mean it), brief canon-typical violence, references to attempted murder (fisk had her shot, it comes up), smut: dirty talk, restraints/handcuffs, handjob, edging, orgasm denial, teasing, unprotected sex, situational power dynamic, dex being an unsettling smug bastard about all of it + a little subby.
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When you’d told Matt to call you if anything came up, you imagined anything but this: keeping an eye on Bullseye.
It turns out, as Matt puts it, that Karen wants the man gone, and by ‘gone’ it doesn’t mean gone from the safe house, it means gone from planet earth. Dead.
Which was conflicting to hear, because the Karen you know wouldn’t want to kill anyone, not with the way Wesley still haunts her, but also? Karen would absolutely want to avenge Foggy, so that’s the crossroad. And according to Matt, that isn’t the only conflict, because he had explicitly said
“I cannot let her kill him and do something that will haunt her forever, but I also don’t want him free and roaming, I don’t want him killing Fisk and turning him into a fucking martyr.”
So here you are, keeping an eye on him.
And so far it’s been easy, because he went back to sleep. Or well, Matt knocked him out—to be honest— but the point remains, he’s not being an issue. All you have to do is keep things like this until Matt and Karen come back.
Shouldn’t be too hard.
You looked at him again, he laid shirtless in bed, cuffed to the sides. Fresh gauze, alcohol, cotton, a medical stapler and tape sat on the crate beside you, just in case you needed them, which was very likely. They had patched the worst of the wounds before leaving, but the bandages on his side were already seeping again.
You didn’t want to be here. Matt had asked you because he trusted you, an old friend who’d survived Fisk’s wrath once before.—The bald bastard had tried to get you killed, after all— and because Karen had tried to put a bullet in Pointdexter’s head the moment they dragged him in.
To be honest, a part of you, a dark, whispering part, wanted Dex awake and mobile. Wanted him to walk out of here and finish the job Matt refused to fucking do.
But it’s not a matter of what you want.
With a sigh, you made your way to him with the gauze, cotton, alcohol and tape in hand, kneeling next to him on the bed. Your eyes flickered to him, making sure he was still out before daring to touch him. You peeled back the old dressing on his side as carefully as you could. His skin was fever-warm, muscles sculpted even in unconsciousness, marred by fresh bruises and the ugly gunshot wound. You used the cotton and alcohol to wipe him clean again, and then pressed clean gauze over the wound, securing it with tape, trying not to think about how still he was. You tried very hard not to think about how dangerous even this version of him felt, the man could kill people with anything, literally anything.
His hand snapped up without warning.
Fingers locked around your wrist, yanking your hand up against his chest. His eyes flew open, sharp, pale, instantly focused despite the pain. It was an intense stare that pinned you where you knelt beside the bed, it was scary. He didn’t squeeze hard enough to bruise, but there was no escaping his grip.
“You’re not Karen,” he rasped, voice rough from disuse and pain. A faint, crooked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, it was honestly a little unsettling. “Good. She’d have finished the job by now.”
Your heart slammed against your ribs. You didn’t pull away immediately. “Let go.”
He didn’t, of course. His thumb brushed once over the inside of your wrist, almost curious, feeling your pulse racing under his fingers. “You’re playing nurse for the man who killed your friends’ buddy.” His eyes flicked over your face, reading you. “Matt’s idea?”
“Yeah.” Your voice stayed steady even as heat crawled up your neck. “He had to take Karen somewhere else, you know, before she actually shot you.”
“Smart. She’s got fire. You’re different.” He tilted his head against the thin pillow, still looking up at you like you were the only thing in the room worth focusing on, not that there was much else. The cuffs clinked softly as he tested them without real effort. “And you’ve got that look. You've got your own deal. I’m sure you’ve got a motive of your own to keep me alive.”
You swallowed. The temptation was there again, thick and ugly. All it took was one set of keys to unlock the cuffs. He could slip out, disappear into the city, and do what Matt won’t: end Fisk.
Fisk who sent men to drag you into an alley and put two bullets in your torso because you asked the wrong questions.
You’re tempted to reach for the keys, but Matt’s words echoed right after: killing Fisk now would only make him a martyr. Create ten more Fisk’s in his place.
You hated how reasonable it sounded. You hated how much you still wanted the other, less morally correct option.
“I’m here to keep you alive until Matt gets back,” you said quietly. “That’s the plan.”
His smile widened by degrees until it was a quiet, knowing thing. He loosened his hold on your wrist, though his hand remained heavy against your skin. He sat up with a stifled groan, the movement stiff and careful, you watched his expression tighten, knowing exactly how much those staples must be pulling at his side.
“You’re lying. I can see it in your eyes. Part of you wants me walking out that door, part of you is wondering what I’d do to Fisk if I did.” He licked his dry lips, gaze dropping briefly to your mouth before returning. “I’m good at finishing things. Ask Foggy.”
The name hit you like a slap. You twisted your wrist free from his grip, standing up fast. Your hand hovered near the gun at your hip. “Don’t.”
“You know I could take him out.”
“You won’t.”
Dex watched you, calm as ever, even while restrained, bleeding, unarmed and in a clear disadvantage. “Why not? You know what he is. What he almost did to you.” His voice softened, almost gentle. It was fucking eerie coming from someone who holds no regard for feelings. “I’m still balancing the scales. You could help tip them.”
“Who told you about that?”
“I know Fisk tried to get you killed in an alley like a dog that needed to be put down, and I know you’re not happy about that.” He kept talking, and you’re not sure if he’s trying to taunt you or if he’s acknowledging what you went through when no one else seemed to be able to.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I do,” he debated, rightfully so. “I know he sent his men to kill you, your friends know this too, and yet, the man responsible for it is walking around still, free and as the mayor. And… What are your friends doing? Nothing”.
“Don’t.” You tried interrupting him, but he kept going. The gift that keeps on giving.
“They won’t deal with him themselves, and they won’t let me deal with him either—“
“Stop it,” You said, more firmly this time. Without realizing it, your body leaned forward, one knee bending onto the edge of the mattress as you hovered over him, drawn in by his words despite yourself.
“—Which means that your friends are doing nothing to avenge you, you almost got killed and they did nothing.”
“Shut up!” You finally gave in to his provocations and had a reaction, which is what he probably wanted. Your voice came out sharper than intended, breathier, the space between you now dangerously small.
The air felt too thick. You could hear your own breathing, could see the way his chest rose and fell right beneath you, the hard line of muscle leading down to his v line, covered by his sweatpants.
He noticed where your eyes went and tilted his head, shifting his hips deliberately.
That made you draw the gun at him.
“Enough.” The barrel leveled at his chest. “Not another word.”
Dex’s eyes flicked up to yours again. That slow, crooked smile returned, the bastard was having fun despite everything. “You’re not gonna shoot me,”
You kept the gun steady, still leaning over him, hovering close enough that the heat of his body rose up to meet you. You had no intention of pulling the trigger, this is not the way you did things, but the weight of the gun felt necessary.
You held his gaze. He looked up at you from the bed, that intense, unblinking stare locking onto yours, with slightly parted lips, eyes dark and focused only on you. The silence stretched, thick and dangerous.
One twist of the key… Let him go. Let him finish it. The thought slithered back in, hot and treacherous, twisting right alongside the sharp awareness of how close you were to him, with your knee planted on the mattress, body leaning over his, gun steady between you. His warmth radiated up through the thin space that remained. You could smell the faint copper of blood, sweat, and something darker underneath.
Your eyes betrayed you. They dropped.
He was hard. Painfully, obviously hard beneath the thin gray sweats, the thick outline straining against the fabric as he sat upright on the bed, using his strong arms to steady himself, legs slightly spread.
You scoffed, half-shocked. “Seriously?”
Dex followed your gaze. For two full seconds his face flickered, genuine mortification flashing across those sharp, blood-crusted features. His ears went pink.
“You’re very close, and I’m still a man,” he said, voice low and rough, almost apologetic for that split second before the smugness crept back in.
You let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. “A weird man, yes. Who gets hard when someone points a gun at him?”
He tilted his head, that unsettling little smile returning even as his breathing grew heavier. Oh.
“Guess so.” His tongue slowly wet his lower lip. “Yet I’m not getting slapped… So what does that say about you?”
“Shut up.”
Oh, that got him smirking.
The gun stayed pointed at his chest, your finger nowhere near the trigger. Your eyes kept flicking down despite yourself. You kept noticing how the thin gray sweats tented obscenely, how the thick, heavy line of his cock strained against the fabric, a small wet spot already darkening the material right at the head.
Dex didn’t look away from your face. His breathing had deepened, each inhale pulling at the fresh bandages you’d just taped down. The cuffs rattled faintly as he tested them again, not hard enough to break free, but enough that the metal bit into his wrists. His gaze dropped to your mouth for a long second, then back up, pupils blown wide and dark.
“You’re not gonna shoot me,” he said again, quieter this time. “And you’re not gonna walk away either. Not with the way you’re looking at me.”
Your free hand moved before you could stop it. You fisted your fingers in his short hair at the nape of his neck and yanked his head back sharply, exposing the long line of his throat. A low, involuntary sound escaped him— not quite a groan, but close— his Adam’s apple bobbed. His eyes stayed locked on yours, pupils flaring even wider at the rough treatment. He didn’t fight it. If anything, his hips shifted forward a fraction, cock twitching visibly in the sweats.
“Tell me to stop,” you said, voice low and steady, searching his face.
The moral storm still raged in your chest: Matt’s trust, Karen’s grief, Fisk’s smug face while his men dragged you. But right now, with Dex’s pulse hammering under your grip and the way he was staring at you,, it all felt distant.
Dex’s tongue darted out, wetting his lower lip again. His stare never wavered. “Don’t stop.”
The words were simple. No hesitation.
You leaned in and crushed your mouth to his, he was already meeting you halfway.
The kiss was messy, desperate, teeth clashing because he surged up to meet you as much as the cuffs and his injuries allowed. His lips were a little dry from dehydration and blood, but he kissed like he was starving, open-mouthed, tongue sliding against yours with surprising heat. The kiss tasted like the metallic taste of blood mixed with salt and something unmistakably him. He groaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating against your tongue as he instinctively tried to raise his hands to touch you. The cuffs clinked hard against the sides of the bed frame, metal biting into skin, but he didn’t stop pulling, didn’t stop chasing your mouth.
You tugged his hair harder, tilting his head exactly how you wanted, and he let you, melted into it with another low, hungry noise. His cock jumped against the fabric, hips rolling up in a helpless little thrust that made the sweats stretch obscenely.
When you finally broke the kiss for air, a thin string of spit connected your lips for a second before breaking. His eyes were half-lidded, lips shiny and swollen, that unsettling little smile gone, replaced by raw want.
“Fuck,” he rasped, voice wrecked. His gaze flicked down to where your knee was still planted on the mattress between his spread thighs, then back up to your mouth. “Do that again.”
You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you holstered the gun—not trusting yourself with it anymore— and climbed fully onto the bed, straddling his lap. The moment your weight settled over his hips, his cock pressed hot and rigid against your core through the layers of clothing. He hissed through his teeth, head staying upright as his hips bucked up once, grinding into you with surprising force for someone cuffed and bleeding.
You shoved his sweats down just enough to free his cock. It slapped heavy and thick against his lower belly, flushed dark, the head already slick with pre-cum that beaded at the slit and dripped down the shaft. He was big, longer than you expected, with a slight upward curve and a thick vein running along the underside.
Your hand wrapped around him without preamble, but you didn’t stroke him properly. Not yet. You kept your grip loose and torturously slow, sliding your palm from root to tip in long, dragging pulls, thumb barely grazing the sensitive head each time. Every time his hips twitched up chasing more friction, you eased off just enough to deny him the pleasure.
Dex’s breath hitched, eyes fluttering but staying locked on your face. His pupils were huge, dark, and when you gave one particularly slow twist around the head, smearing pre-cum everywhere before pulling your hand almost all the way off, a low, wrecked sound escaped him. He loved it. The denial, the suffering. You could see it in the way his abs clenched, in the desperate little jerks of his hips that he couldn’t fully control.
You leaned in close, lips brushing his ear as you edged him again, stroking just fast enough to make his cock throb in your fist before slowing to a crawl. “This is what you get for taunting me,” you whispered, voice rough. “For knowing exactly what I want and dangling it in front of me.”
He didn’t beg. He just stared at your lips, hungry and unblinking, chest heaving. When you squeezed tighter on the upstroke and then stopped completely, letting his cock twitch uselessly in the air, his wrists yanked hard at the cuffs on either side of him. The metal rattled violently against the bed frame, but he couldn’t reach you. He couldn’t touch your thighs, couldn’t grab your hips. All he could do was take it, sitting upright, muscles straining, cock leaking steadily over your fingers.
“Fuck… yeah,” he rasped, voice low and rough, almost reverent. His gaze never left your mouth. “Keep going. Just like that.”
You stroked him again, faster this time, fist gliding slick and tight until his thighs started to tremble and his breathing turned ragged, and then you stopped, pulling your hand away entirely. His cock bobbed angrily against his stomach, flushed and dripping, and Dex let out a shaky exhale, head tilting back slightly before snapping forward again to watch you.
The moral battle roared back louder than ever while you tortured him like this. Matt had asked you to keep Dex alive— locked up, controlled— so he wouldn’t kill Fisk and turn the bastard into a martyr. Karen wanted him dead for Foggy, her hands already stained enough by Wesley. And you… you wanted Fisk gone more than almost anything. The alley, the bullets tearing through you, the fear… it still woke you up some nights. Dex would do it. You knew it in your bones. If you uncuffed him right now and whispered the words, he’d walk out of here and end Wilson Fisk without a second thought.
He’d love it. He’d do it for the sport, for the balance, and maybe— just maybe—a little for you.
But Matt’s voice echoed in your head: I cannot let her kill him and do something that will haunt her forever. And you knew he was right. Killing Fisk now would only create ten more monsters in his place.
Still, with Dex sitting there cuffed to the sides of the bed, cock throbbing in your hand, eyes dark with want and that eerie calm acceptance… The temptation to just let him go afterward was thicker than ever.
You gave him one more slow, punishing stroke—tight, twisting, dragging your thumb hard over the leaking slit— then stopped again, watching his face twist with frustrated pleasure.
“Enough,” you finally growled, voice breaking with your own need. You stripped your pants and underwear off in one rough motion, kicking them aside. Then you climbed back over him properly, lining his cock up with your entrance. You were soaked, already embarrassingly wet from the power, the wrongness, the sheer intensity of edging him while he sat there helpless and loving every second of it.
You sank down onto him in one slow, relentless slide.
The stretch burned in the best way, his thick cock splitting you open as you took every inch. Dex’s head stayed upright, eyes rolling back for a second as a guttural groan ripped from his chest. “So fucking tight— Jesus Christ.”
You bottomed out with a moan, hips flush against his. For a moment you just sat there, letting yourself adjust, feeling him throb deep inside you while he remained sitting, cuffed hands useless at his sides. Then, when it stopped being too much, you started moving, slow, grinding rolls of your hips that dragged his cock against every sensitive spot inside you.
His hands were useless, cuffed tight to the sides of the bed, so all he could do was take it. Take every roll of your hips, every clench of your pussy around him. His abs flexed with every thrust, the bandages on his side darkening further, but he didn’t care. He just stared up at you with raw hunger, lips parted, occasionally bucking up to meet you when he could, the cuffs rattling with each desperate pull.
You braced one hand on his sweat-slick chest, the other fisting his short hair again as you started riding him in earnest. Slow at first, then faster with deep, grinding rolls of your hips that dragged every thick inch of his cock along your walls, the wet squelch of your soaked pussy swallowing him obscenely loud in the quiet room.
That should’ve sobered you up, it didn’t.
Dex stayed sitting upright, cuffed hands useless at his sides, but he didn’t stay passive. Every time you leaned closer, chasing the friction on your clit against his pelvis, he craned his neck forward with a low, hungry sound. His lips found your throat, hot and open-mouthed, sucking messy marks into the skin just below your jaw while his tongue dragged greedily along your pulse point. When you slammed down taking him to the hilt, he groaned against your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot hard enough to sting before soothing it with his tongue.
“Fuck- so wet,” he rasped between kisses, voice wrecked and rough, lips brushing your collarbone as you rode him faster. “Can feel you dripping down… squeezing me so fucking tight every time you sink down.”
His hips bucked up to meet your downward strokes as much as the pain and cuffs allowed, the motion limited but forceful, driving his cock deeper with every thrust. The cuffs rattled violently against the sides of the bed with each desperate yank, metal biting into his wrists, veins standing out along his forearms as he strained uselessly to touch you. He wanted to grab your hips, to pull you down harder, to feel your skin under his palms so badly that his fingers curled into tight fists, tugging harder every time your pussy clenched around him.
You ground down in tight circles, the head of his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside you with every roll, your clit rubbing slick and insistent against the base of his shaft. Dex’s head tilted, lips latching onto the side of your neck again, sucking hard as a broken grunt vibrated against your skin. His breath came in hot, ragged pants between each messy kiss, tongue flicking out to taste the salt of your sweat.
“Harder,” he muttered against your throat, the word half-command, half-plea, but he didn’t beg, just kept staring up at you with those blown pupils whenever you pulled back enough to meet his gaze. Another violent tug at the cuffs made the bed frame creak as you bounced on his cock, the wet slap of your ass meeting his thighs growing louder, filthier.
Your walls fluttered around his thick length, the stretch burning so good as you took him deeper, feeling every vein and ridge as you rode him without mercy. Dex’s abs clenched visibly under your palm, and he groaned louder when you traced them with your fingers, mouth chasing your neck again, licking a broad stripe up the column of your throat before biting down lightly, hips stuttering up to fuck into you from below.
The pleasure coiled tighter, your pussy gripping him like a vice with every downstroke, slick sounds echoing as you slammed yourself onto his cock over and over. Dex’s breathing turned into shallow, desperate grunts against your skin, his cock twitching and pulsing hot inside you, the head nudging your cervix with every brutal grind.
When you came, it hit like a freight train. A good one. Your pussy clamping down rhythmically around his throbbing cock, a sharp cry tearing from your throat as you ground down hard, riding out every pulsing wave while your nails dug into his chest.
Dex followed right after with a low, “Fuck—”, his hips jerking up as much as he could, cock pulsing deep inside you as he spilled thick, hot ropes of cum, flooding your pussy while he stayed sitting upright, lips pressed open-mouthed against your neck through the whole thing.
The room fell quiet except for your shared, ragged breathing.
You stayed there for a long moment, still impaled on his softening cock, both of you slick with sweat and cum and a little blood from his reopened wounds. Your fingers loosened in his hair, stroking through the short strands almost gently now.
Dex’s eyes were half-closed, but he was still watching you, only that now that intense, pale stare had softened just a fraction by the afterglow. His voice, when it came, was rough and quiet.
“…You still gonna keep me locked up?”
You didn’t answer right away. The moral storm was already creeping back in, quieter now, but still there. Matt’s request. Karen’s rage. Fisk still breathing.
But the way Dex had looked at you when he said “don’t stop,” the way he’d yanked at those cuffs like he’d die if he couldn’t touch you… you knew one thing for certain.
He would do it if you asked, he’d walk out of here and put a bullet in Fisk’s head without blinking.
And a dark, treacherous part of you was starting to wonder how long you could keep pretending you didn’t want that, too.
I just got up and I'm really not in the mood for work today i still feel nauseous from last night , Fisks people are everywhere and it's not just the ones that seem like gangsters it's also the small people who just trying to make a living or like last night...the father who was just trying to bring food on the table. In these situations i never know what to do they call me the man without fear but then i fear to do the wrong decision ..i let him go i told him if he ever tried robbing again he will see what Iam capable off . He broke down in tears ..apologizing . I don't think i will ever forget the sound off his broken voice while he was begging me not to hurt him his pulse going crazy ,heart bumping louder than i even describe , smelling the sweat on his skin. I don't think he will ever do something like this again ..i don't think i believe . That's the reason Fisk needs to be stopped at every costs he's destroying lives of innocent people that don't even knowing what they're doing. Enough about that like i said it's really cold outside today but I somehow like it almost smells like a bit of clean air in New York. I will not go for breakfast today I'm not really hungry my ribs hurt more then anything..god. But i wont let Foggy down today we got a new case . He just told me it was about two sisters..twins he said on the phone : "maybe if we're good enough to get this through court we get a double date" i had to chuckle a bit . But before I go to work i gotta stop by Fogwells Gym to pray with Dad ...when i was younger i used to do this everyday and it was important to me there's not one day i don't think about him beating asses in the ring . Lovely . I wanna feel connected to him again i miss him. As iam writing this I'm already running late but I wanted to tell you what Iam wearing . As usual white button down, tie , black pants and the blazer but also a wool beanie that Karen gifted me for Christmas it's falling apart already she gotta work on her chrochet skills but I don't mind ..it keeps me warm . Also I'm wearing a dark brownish scarf that i stole from Foggy in college ..it kinda smells like ...pot? We don't talk about that don't we Franklin? Just kidding..And I'm wearing a warm and fuzzy coat i love it i wish I could see it i really wish and some gloves i usually don't like to wear gloves because it's kinda blocking how i feel the texture of diffrent thing i can't tell apart if it's a 25 ct or a 50 CT what the hell ??.. anyways i gotta go now
Matt.
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Authors note :
Woooo first page , i hope you do enjoy this is actually my first time publishing something i wrote ?
Hello I'm restarting this accounts I'm planning onto writing pages of characters diary's, if you'd like to suggest me some characters to write about or bring up some ideas def welcome for example : bucky spents a day home alone .
