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I AM A WHORE FOR DARK MATT

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𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥!𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After you become lost while seeking help against an arranged marriage, you stumble across the Temple of The Devil in the middle of a storm. Matt agrees to help you, but help comes with a cost...

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: PWP DARK FIC NSFW 18+ ONLY, multiple orgasms, oversensitivity, kind of dubcon? But Reader is very much a consenting adult, religious setting and themes but no use of actual religion, oral fem!rec (you should not be surprised), fingering, a bit of edging implied, innocence kink (reader is innocent and a good girl thank you very much), mild corruption kink, a little bit of coercion, deal making, mentions of abusive mother and a plan for arranged marriage (but not really explored, just mentioned).

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hi! This is my first released fic with dark themes. Honestly, I've been wanting to write something like this for a long time, but I just didn't have the guts to post it, so here it is, in all of it's pwp glory. Tbh, this entire fic is just Matt eating pussy and them both being addicted to it. This was requested by @mattmurdocksscars but, my lovely Amanda, if you don't like it, let me know and I'll write you something else 💕

The storm overhead had come on quickly, the rain lashed down harshly against your hood and soaked through your coat. You were soaked to the bone as you ran towards the only building around, feet splashing through puddles as thunder rolled through the clouds. The trees swayed in a chorus of rustling, the dead leaves falling, heavy with rain as you passed through the wrought iron gateway into an old churchyard.

The church itself looked gothic, but you did not stop long enough to stare up at the impressive architecture and historic carvings of gargoyles and figures that represented something more sinister than what a regular place of worship held.

You almost slipped on the steps up to the old wooden doors, but you made it and with a tug and a whimper of effort, you managed to pull the door open and hurry inside.

It was quiet indoors, save from the drumming of rain against the roof. The church was dark and was only lit with candles, wax dripping onto the stone floors and yet, it did not seem that anyone had been here in a very long time.

“Hello?” You called out timidly, hands reaching up to pull your hood back as you stood in the entryway. Your voice echoed through the rafters and you waited for a response, only there was none. Taking a few steps into the church, you began to look around, realising quickly that this was not an ordinary church. This was home to not a god, nor any typical beliefs, this was home to something that you had only heard of in tales.

The Devil, clad in red, brings justice without death. He was an angel, though morally grey and you swallowed harshly as you made your way further into the church.

“What a surprise.” A voice echoed through the room and you quickly looked around for the source of it, only to see nobody but the reflection of the flickering candles in your trail of rain water across the floor. “Who’s there?” You asked, voice nervous as you froze on the spot. “Relax, sweetheart.” His tone was smooth and soft and somehow comforting as it reverberated throughout the church. And then you saw him, emerging from seemingly nothing, from the dark at the back of the room, almost as if he had risen from mist entirely.

“Oh, hello. I- is it okay that I’m here?” You asked shyly, suddenly feeling very exposed in front of this handsome man. His smile widened and you almost felt a little bit scared of him, but he seemed to have a rather calming effect on you. “Of course, there is always a place for the lost in my church.” He nodded. “Lost? I’m not- well maybe I am a bit lost.” You admitted with a sigh, cheeks heating with embarrassment as you almost squirmed on the spot. “You can stay here for the night, little one.” The man said as he began to walk towards you. “My name is Matthew, this is my church.” “Matthew,” You paused, brows knitting together in confusion. “This is your church?” You asked rather innocently and Matt wondered what he had done to deserve such a sweet, innocent little wanderer to happen upon his church.

“You were in a moment of need, my church provided.” He explained. “When someone needs help, this church will be the one to provide my services.” Matt told you. “Tell me, little one, what do you need?” “Um,” You sniffled, feeling a cold draft waft over you and a shiver crept across your skin. “I need help to get home.” You told him. “Is that all, sweet girl?” He asked. You knew he knew why you were really here. It was not just because of the storm, nor was it because you had been well and truly lost. “I don’t know what to do anymore, she won’t stop.” You whispered. “Your mother?” How did he know? “Mmhmm.” You nodded, eyes wide and scared as you hummed in response. “I can help and give you shelter, little one, but I cannot do my work unpaid.” “How much? I have some money but not much.” You said, immediately digging about in your pockets for your wallet. “No, no, you misunderstand me, little one. It’s not money I need. It’s an offering.”

Oh. How stupid you had been. But perhaps it was the best thing you had done because you simply could not imagine anything better as his fingertips trailed across your skin. Perhaps it was foolish, allowing him payment, seeking his help, but Matthew, The Devil, he was alluring in all of the right ways and you could not resist.

“Take off your wet clothes, sweet girl.” He told you. “But,” You protested, all of your clothes were wet. “I cannot help if you don’t do as I ask.” He was right. You shed your soaked coat, the jumper and shirt beneath. You stepped out of your shoes and pulled off your jeans until you were in nothing but your underwear. “What an offering.” He smiled, devilish, but somehow kind and you could not shake the hazy feeling that overcame you as he passed his thumb over your pebbled nipple, hardening with the cold chill that breezed through the church and you gasped in a soft breath.

“Is this what you want, little one? If it is not, you have free will to dress and leave my church.” Matt told you. “Once I begin, I cannot stop.” He warned. You thought about it for a moment. Would you be a fool for staying? For seeking his help? Or simply a lost girl in need of help. Or perhaps this was something more to you, because desire and a tingling you had never felt before tickled between your legs and you almost whined at the new feeling. “What do you mean, you won’t be able to stop?” You asked. “What I require, little one, is your pleasure.” His words made you feel shaky and warm and you nodded softly. “I want this, please Matthew.” The words left your lips and Matt smiled. “Good choice, sweet girl.”

His fingers were rough against your sensitive skin when he pulled your bra away from your skin and rolled your nipple between his thumb and finger. You had never done this with anyone before. You had always been such a good girl and always waited like your mother had told you to. But now she was out of control and she was forcing something you didn’t want. An arranged marriage to a crime lord and you were not meant for this, you were sure.

Good girls deserved better. Good girls deserved much more than that.

“Come to my altar.” And with his words you were led to the table, where he laid you upon a bed of hard stone, dressed in red silk sheets. “Spread your legs for me, pretty girl.” He instructed, and you rather timidly did as you were told. You were so shy under his gaze, but there was something about him that made you feel at ease. “No one has ever pleasured you before, have they?” Matt asked softly.” “No, Matthew.” You shook your head. “Mm, this is my best offering yet.” He grinned, leaning down and you squeaked out at the sensation that overtook your entire body. His tongue was long, almost snake-like as it glided over your most sensitive area, curling around your pretty little clit and lapping waves of desire over the sensitive bud.

“Oh god,” You whispered. “Use only my name in my temple, little one.” His words were soft but were spoken with a bite and you flinched when you felt his hot breath on you, trapping your little clit between his teeth and licking at your core. The whine you let out filled the temple and raised the intensity of the candles, they roared with flame as you were filled with pleasure mixed with soft pain. Matt parted your lips with his thumbs, exposing your bud to him fully and he captured it between his lips. “Matthew, oh goodness.” You were rambling, pleasuring overtaking you as he began to circle his tongue across your clit over and over again until you were a mess. Matthew loved how innocent you were. You were not like the others he’d helped with their swearing and demands and rudeness. You, on the other hand, were all his. He would feed off your pleasure again and again, he was sure it was the sweetest he’d ever tasted. He would have a hard time letting you go, perhaps he could find a way to keep you for himself, but only if he had your permission.

“Please, Matthew.” You whimpered as his fingers found your entrance, slipping between your folds as he lapped at your clit still. He worked you up as he pumped into you, curling inside until he found the exact spot that made you gasp and whine and squirm beneath him. “Oh, is that too much, sweet girl?” He asked, watching as you shook your head, eyes squeezed shut as you embraced the pleasure. “I need words, baby.” “No, Matthew, it’s perfect, please don’t stop.” The words tumbled from your lips, mumbling almost incoherently as you begged him to continue.

He fucked you with his fingers, lapping at your pretty clit until you reached your high, climax rolling through you like nothing you had ever felt before. But he couldn’t stop, not when you whined so beautifully for him and begged him to continue. “Please, oh please can I have another?” You asked so softly, so politely and he could not deny.

How was Matthew supposed to refuse such a sweet question? Especially if it fed him more.

He didn’t let up, tongue pressing against your oversensitive clit, jolts of pleasure overwhelming you as he circled your centre, stroking his fingers inside of you slower now, but enough to make you moan and whimper in pure want. “Mm, you’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He asked, words hot against your pussy. “Come on, sweetheart, you can let go, give it to me baby.” Matt encouraged, tongue curling around your clit and lapping at you until you were shaking with pleasure, barely able to handle the intensity as he teased you closer and closer.

“Matthew, it’s too much.” You whined. “You want me to stop?” He asked, seriously, voice laced with concern. “No, please, it feels too good.” You almost cried it out and Matt smirked against your skin, focusing all of his efforts on your clit, capturing the little bud between his fingers, swollen and sensitive and so, so exposed, his long, forked tongue lapping over it, edging you closer and closer, tugging you deeper into his hold. You let out a throaty moan as you came, trembling against him as he pleasured you through it until you came down from your high.

You were almost delirious with pleasure, oversensitive and tingly, but it felt so good, especially when he stood over you with that smirk. “Please.” You whined, shuffling uncomfortably, like the only thing that would relieve you was another orgasm and Matt pressed his thumb gently against your clit, massaging it painfully slowly, watching as you squirmed in pleasure. “Are you sure you want more? You have already paid your due, sweetheart.” Matt reminded you. “Please, please I don’t want you to stop.” You whimpered.

“I’ll make you a deal, sweetheart.” Matt said, helping you to sit up, placing his blazer around your shoulders to keep you warm. “I’ll take care of that problem of yours and once I’m done, you stay here with me.” “With you, like forever?” You asked innocently. “Forever, and I’ll give you as many of those orgasms as you want.” You looked at him, eyes wide with excitement and pleasure, a desire so deep inside of you that you weren’t sure you could ever let go of what had just happened. “You’ll never have to be afraid again. I’ll keep you safe and warm and as dazed with orgasms as you want.” He whispered.

“I want that, I want to stay with you.” You nodded. “Good girl.” And he sealed your promise to him with a kiss, deep and passionate, the warm tang of yourself on his tongue. You really were lost now, but you couldn’t deny, it excited you beyond what you had ever felt.

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