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Versus - Chris and Matt Sturniolo

Chris x Matt and Fem Reader

polyamorous: characterized by or involved in the practice of engaging in multiple romantic (and typically sexual) relationships, with the consent of all the people involved.

or also defined as: the relationship you, matt and chris have built. it started out as an innocent game of truth or dare one night which turned into much more than you could have ever imagined. trust, respect, and honesty. these are the three rules set in place that are strictly to be followed.

but what happens when they just don't want to share you after all?

content warnings: poly relationship, not much plot to this one, heavy smut, fingering, oral fem receiving, mentions of a threesome (no incest thats just gross), edging, lots of fluff, angst, !matt vs. chris!, manipulation, jealousy

a/n: this was requested by an anon a while ago, so s/o to them!!

word count: 5,436

You just couldn’t choose. From the moment you met them it was a constant battle in your head of who you preferred. And you just could not decide. You loved them both. Which is why you had proposed the idea of a polyamorous relationship 6 months ago.

This came as an extremely difficult task. You found it hard to even muster the courage to bring it up to them. You had no experience with this type of relationship, nor had the thought even crossed your mind until that night. When you had a taste of what it would be like to have them both all to yourself.

“I dare you to kiss me.” You slurred, the taste of cherry vodka lingering on your tongue. The words seemed to escape your mouth before your brain could even process.

Your heart races in fear at what you just blurted, Matt looking at you with wide eyes. Previously the dares were innocent, and the truths were simple questions. Just a harmless game being played between three best friends.

There’s a temporary moment of silence before Chris speaks up. “Don’t be a pussy. I will if you don’t.”

Matt’s shocked expression turns into a glare at his threat, causing him to move closer to you from his spot on the shaggy rug of your bedroom floor.

He takes in the look of apprehension on your face, placing a light touch to your knee. “Are you sure, Y/N?”

You can’t really take back the dare now. Even if you did, it would definitely be brought up later, when you three were sober and trying to explain where your sudden boost of confidence came from would just be embarrassing.

Besides, it’s not like you haven’t thought about Matt’s lips on yours before. And other places.

So, you say yes and place a hand on his jaw as he hovers his mouth over yours. He pauses for a few seconds to look into your eyes and then kisses you, a light moan escaping your throat as soon as your lips touch his.

You don’t mean for the sound to be heard but it’s almost like a reflex, because the electric feeling of his soft lips against your plush ones instantly has your head spinning in a good way, and a throb starting in your core.

Chris hears this, his eyes locked on your face and the way your tongue slips out to touch Matt’s. This is forbidden territory, watching his brother make out with a girl that he’s pined over since the moment he laid eyes on her. But he feels a need for you growing inside him that he just can’t ignore.

He wants to kiss you too, and not just that, he wants to make you moan for him in the way you just did for Matt. In fact, he knows he can do so much more. He can have you screaming his name by the end of the night, so that you forget his brother even existed.

And Matt… well he’s completely forgotten Chris is even in the room at this point. He kisses you in the way he’s been dreaming of every night. His hand moves from your knee to your upper thigh, feeling goosebumps on your skin. The little sounds you make only fuel his fire, the bulge in his pants growing tighter and tighter by the second.

He finally pulls away, and you’re breathless, your eyes lingering on Matt’s before looking over to Chris. His eyes are dark, staring at your puffy lips and flushed face.

“My turn.”

Once you started, you just couldn’t get enough. You then began to develop feelings for both of them. You craved their presence, you became addicted.

And they wanted nothing more than to please you. It was like a fantasy come to life. Once the boundaries were established and the rules discussed, you three were inseparable. And you were good at keeping it a secret, even from Nick, which was not something one could easily do.

As time went on, you got better and better at managing your time equally with them, learning their similarities and differences, and knowing when to take time to yourself as well, not wanting to neglect your personal life.

But recently, tensions started to rise. You noticed that Matt and Chris were more irritable with each other than they usually were. They argued constantly, starting to become more selfish with you each night. It hurt you to know that you could potentially be coming in between them. You knew that the relationship wasn’t good in the long run, and someone was going to end up hurt.

Despite that, you just couldn't walk away. It was more than just sex. You were in love with two people at the same time. And oh, how they loved you…

✰ Chris met you first.

Exactly 30 minutes before Matt, which he loves to rub in his face every chance he gets. It was at a party one of your mutual friends hosted, and his bubbly and goofy personality immediately charmed you. He had a way of making you seem like you were the most important person in the room, focusing his full attention on you. And once you were introduced to Matt and noticed how introverted he was, it only solidified the fact that Chris was one of the most hyperactive people you had met. But you loved it. It paired well with your calm persona, and he constantly had you smiling from ear to ear with his off the wall remarks.

You soon came to know that these traits were just scratching the surface. The more time you spent with him, you observed how emotionally intelligent he was. He always picked up on your moods, knowing when you were upset or irritated and would do everything in his power to put a smile on your face or make you laugh. He was very trustworthy, and you found it easy to talk to him about any subject of your life, knowing he would give you his honest advice. He warmed your towel for you while you would take showers, bring you your favorite snack when you were on your period, and play your favorite songs every time you were in the car with him.

He protected you, wiped your tears when you cried, and supported you in everything you worked on. He knew the most creative ways to keep you inspired and reminded you every day how special you were.

He was also the best cuddler, always wanting to touch you and be touched by you. He loved to press kisses to your shoulder when he would spoon you in bed, his hands running over your body, always finding his way under your shirt or inside your shorts somehow. He loved foreplay, enjoying taking the time to explore every inch of your body with his fingers and mouth until you begged him to fuck you. And god, did he do just that. He nearly broke your headboard one time from how hard he would give it to you. He especially liked it when you wrapped your legs around his waist, making him push even deeper inside you, nails scratching marks down his back.

But he also adored those lazy mornings when he would wake up hard next to you, thrusting into you from behind. To hold you close to him and hear you whimper his name, to make tears form in your eyes and your heart ache from the loving things he would whisper in your ear.

And then there was Matt. ✿

Matt was incredibly sweet from the beginning, soft with every touch he gave you. He treated you like porcelain, like a vintage art piece only made for him. He always made sure you were comfortable in every aspect, making sure to know your limits. He bought you little things when he went out, like your favorite lip gloss he watched you put on every day, or your favorite coffee from the café by your house, with a note, ‘Thinking of you’.

He held your hand every time you two walked together and made sure he was the one closest to the street whenever you were on the sidewalk. He took you camping for the first time you had ever gone, showing you his way to make the perfect smore and which constellation in the sky reminded him of you. He also loved to tease you, to get you all flustered so he could admire how sexy you were when you got mad.

He would shower you with compliments, reminding you how beautiful he thought you were. He was obsessed with putting his mark on you, constantly leaving hickeys on your neck and inner thighs, especially when he knew it was almost Chris’s night. He wanted everyone to know you were his. And he loved every minute you spent in his arms, cherishing your body like it only belonged to him. The way your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he devoured you, licking up every drop of your juices, his beard tickling the inside of your legs. He loved to watch you ride him, preferably backwards, so he could watch your ass bounce on his dick and pull your hair the way you liked it.

But he also loved watching your face as he slid in and out of you, kissing you while you moaned, swallowing every sound you made. Wrapping a hand around your throat and squeezing lightly so you saw stars. And he really enjoyed filling you up nice and full, watching his cum leak out of you and then pushing it back in with his fingers, your thighs shaking and clenching around him.

It was safe to say you were more than satisfied almost every day of the week.

However, in this particular moment, you’re pissed off.

You couldn’t understand half of what was going on in the movie on the TV right now, due to the argument Chris and Matt have been in for the past 30 minutes. Their bickering was starting to get to you, and it made what used to be fun between you three now just insufferable.

“Matt, I don’t give a fuck.” Chris says, tightening his grip on your ankle. He was getting angrier, his eyes on the TV and refusing to look at Matt.

You were laid out on the couch next to him, your feet in his lap. Matt was across from you on the other side. He had been distant since the start of the night.

“You should give a fuck, Chris. I’m tired of you fucking up the dryer every time you use it.” he says, scrolling on his phone aimlessly.

Chris doesn’t respond, only making Matt more frustrated. “Matter fact, I’m tired of you fucking up everything you use. The kitchen sink is still messed up from what you did last week and-“

“Matt, please shut the fuck up. I’m getting a headache.”

“No, you shut the fuck up-“

“Can both of you shut the fuck up?!” You yell out, stopping both from continuing.

You hated yelling but you couldn’t take one more second of their arguing.

You stand up from the couch, walking to the kitchen to get a drink from the fridge.

You pull out a water bottle, taking a sip, and when you turn around, they’re both looking at you with concern.

“I’m sorry… Maybe I should go home tonight. I think it’s time we take a break…” You say quietly, avoiding looking at them any longer, your gaze on the wooden floors.

You hear footsteps pad over to you and see Chris’s feet in his white socks stop in front of you. He puts a finger under your chin, lifting your head up gently to look at him.

His eyes are soft and he places a hand on your hip, rubbing the skin there under your shirt. “Please don’t say that. I know it’s Matt’s night tonight… but regardless I want you to stay.” He says and you chew on your bottom lip in thought, contemplating whether you should or not.

You glance at Matt who’s still on the couch, staring at you. His eyes flick to Chris’s hand on your hip briefly and then back to your face. “It’s your decision angel. I won’t force you to stay here if you don’t want to.” He speaks and your heart sinks at the disappointed look on his face that he tries to hide.

“I’m not forcing her to stay here. I only meant that I want her to know how much I want her here. I don’t want to take a break.” Chris says, rolling his eyes. He steps away from you, the last words of his sentence laced with hurt. He opens the fridge, grabbing a drink for himself as well.

Matt then gets up and walks over to where you’re leaning against the kitchen table. He stands close to you, his hands resting on either side of your hips on the table. “Is that what you want? You want to take a break? Because you know I only want you to be comfortable. I’ll respect any decision you make.” He says, his eye contact smoldering. He speaks very quietly, as if he intends for you to be the only one who hears him.

But Chris does too, as he sits on the countertop, arms crossed against his chest. He doesn’t say anything though, his eyes on you as he listens.

“I don’t know. Can you just tell me what’s going on with you two? Why have you been fighting so much lately?” You ask, looking back and forth between the two of them.

They’re silent and exchange one heated look before Matt finally speaks up.

“It’s just been stressful lately, with work and stuff. That’s all.”

You scoff, not buying what he says at all. “Truth please.” You respond.

Matt looks at the floor now, as if he’s avoiding something and it makes you nervous, your heart starting to race in your chest.

“I think we should talk in private, Y/N.”

“Excuse me?” Chris says and hops off the counter to walk over to Matt before you can respond.

Matt turns to him, his jaw clenching in annoyance as Chris stands in front of him now.

“Whatever you have to say, you can say when I’m in the room.” he says, glaring at Matt.

Chris knew he was being unreasonable, but he didn’t care. He knew something was up with Matt these past few weeks, from his body language and the way he’s been talking. And he knew it had everything to do with you. They had agreed to never let a girl come between them, but now it seems like that’s what was happening.

“I don’t have to do anything.” Matt responds, getting in Chris’s face now.

The angry tension between them created awkward silence in the room, as you watch with wide eyes. They’ve never acted like this before and you stand in shock, unsure what to do or say.

“What the fuck is your problem, huh? I’m sick and tired of you acting like this.” Chris says, pushing Matt away from him.

“Okay! That’s enough.” You interrupt, standing in between them now. You face Chris, placing a hand on his chest as he continues to glare at Matt from above your head.

His heart is pounding with anger, and he takes a deep breath before looking at you finally, his expression only slightly softening.

“Please… just let me talk to him and see what’s wrong. He obviously has something on his mind.”

Chris leans his head down to your ear, tucking his face into your hair and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Just don’t forget how I made you mine the other night… the things I was doing to you in my bed…I know you think about the way I make you feel when he touches you in all the places I do…” He places a soft, open mouth kiss to your neck, leaving shivers down your spine and a wetness in your underwear from his words.

Matt clears his throat, and Chris backs away from you, a smug look on his face. “Goodnight, beautiful.”

He walks off to his room, leaving a redness on your cheeks and your heart racing.

You turn around to Matt, a displeased frown on his face. “I don’t even want to know what he said to you.” He grumbles and grabs your hand so he can lead you to his room.

Time doesn’t seem to exist when Matt has you wrapped up in the silk sheets of his bed, his large hands on every part of your body, his soft lips tasting every inch of your skin. You seem to forget all the problems, all the stress, focused on the way he feels.

You’re currently face down, your upper body flat on his mattress and his hands holding your hips up in the air as he pounds into you repeatedly, knocking the breath out of your lungs. All you can do is fist the silk in your hands, a wet spot forming from the drool that pools out of your mouth.

It’s almost as if he’s punishing you for earlier, the way you let Chris spew filthy things into your ear while Matt stood directly behind you. He wanted to remind you that you were his and his only tonight.

But you were still his angel, perfect for him and could do no wrong in his eyes.

He runs his palms down your smooth back, letting his hands rest in the curve of your waist as he feels himself close. From the way you’re clenching around him and making little whimpers of his name, he knows you’re close too.

“Cum for me, angel.” He pants and you do as he says, your orgasm rippling through you for the second time tonight. It would’ve been the third time, had he stolen you away much earlier in the evening like he usually does.

Matt finishes seconds after you, filling you full of his release. After a minute or so, he collapses beside you, sweaty and breathless. You place your head on his chest, feeling tired but happy.

Once you both settle down, you decide to bring up what he said earlier in the kitchen, your curiosity overcoming you. “Matt… what did you want to talk about with me?”

“I don’t know if now is the best time, Y/N.” He responds and you look up at him. His face is expressionless, looking straight head. His fingers tangle into your hair, and he massages your scalp lightly.

“Please tell me. I know something is wrong.” You plead with him.

He sighs and pulls you even closer, his chin now resting atop your head. Your face is buried into his neck, listening to his slow breaths, yet you feel his pulse pick up against you.

“I don’t want to share you anymore. That might be selfish, but I mean it. I know what we all agreed on… but I just can’t share you with him. It’s all I think about. Every time you’re with him, I can’t hide my anger. And I don’t want to hold that against him but I’m not willing to compromise anymore. I want you all to myself.”

His words sink into you, your heart almost faltering at the emotion laced in his words. You can’t see his eyes but you can only imagine the way his face must look as he speaks the truth to you. You had a feeling he was caught up about something, but you didn’t know it would be this.

You don’t know what to say, your fingers caressing the skin of his neck, as you process his words. This is exactly what you didn’t want to happen. You loved him with every fiber of your being. But if you chose him, you would only be crushing Chris, who you also loved deeply.

“You don’t have to say anything right now. I just wanted you to know that.” He says softly after your lack of response and kisses the top of your head.

The two of you drift off to sleep after a while, holding each other and leaving the conversation for tomorrow.

You wake up sometime in the middle of the night, some unknown force coaxing your eyes open. You feel thirsty, and sit up in Matt’s bed, seeing him sound asleep next to you.

You get up, pulling on your pajama shorts and t shirt, slowly pushing Matt’s bedroom door open so you don’t wake him and quietly walk to the kitchen, getting a glass of water.

Once you finish, you set the glass on the counter, running a hand through your hair. You think of Matt’s confession earlier, and how you would even begin to address it.

Lost in thought, you feel a hand creep onto your waist from behind and recognize the smell of Chris’s cologne. You jump slightly from his sudden presence and turn around to see a cheeky smile on his face.

“Sorry, mama. Didn’t mean to scare you.” He whispers and you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck. “What are you doing up?” You ask him.

Chris has been awake since the moment he left you flustered in the kitchen earlier. He heard your sounds of pleasure from Matt’s room all night, driving him crazy. Every time it was Matt’s night with you, he was in the worst of moods. He couldn’t help how jealous he was.

“Just couldn’t sleep.” He simply replies, burying his face into your chest. “Thinking about you.”

He pulls the collar of your t-shirt down so he can place his lips on the swell of your breasts, letting his tongue poke out to run along your skin. You sigh, your hand coming up to hold the back of his neck, your other hand resting on top of the counter you were leaning on.

He places his hands on the small dip of your back, pulling your body even closer to him, his mouth now biting and sucking onto the flesh of your neck and breasts, like he’s starving for you.

“Chris…” You breathe out. It’s not exactly a sound of protest, coming out more like a moan. The feeling of his lips and tongue on your skin never fail to turn you on, your body a lit with a fire only he can start. He grabs you suddenly by the hips, lifting you up so you sit on the counter.

He stands in between your legs, holding your thighs and continuing to kiss the sweet spot on your neck, right below your ear. He knows how it drives you insane, and he’s getting hard already from the way you’re starting to pant, and tug at the hair on the back of his neck.

“Chris…” You whine, wrapping your legs around his waist and locking your ankles. You feel his hardness press against your throbbing core and you’re terrified Nick, who’s been out with his friends all day, might walk in on you two in the kitchen.

Or even worse, Matt. He would be absolutely furious.

“What is it, sweet girl? Hm? Talk to me…” He whispers, his breath hot against your skin. He sneaks his warm, soft hands under the hem of your shirt, running up to squeeze your breasts and knead them in his hands.

You moan at the contact, your grip in his hair tightening. “What? You scared of getting caught?” He continues, when you don’t say anything.

You nod and feel him smirk against your neck. “Don’t want Matt to see what I do to you?” He says and butterflies swirl around in your chest, your heart starting to race.

You don’t. You don’t want Matt to catch you on the counter with your legs wrapped around Chris as he leaves hickeys all over your skin, something Matt is sure to notice later. You don’t want to be unfair when it’s his night with you, something you all agreed that each of you would respect.

However, the rules have seemed to be bent lately, the boundaries that had been established now being pushed. This wouldn’t be the first time Chris or even Matt snuck around with you behind the other’s back. When either of them had the chance to find you alone, most of the time it ended up with stolen kisses and longing touches.

You couldn’t help but give into your desires every time you were around either of them, even if it was against the “rules.” And you hadn’t admitted it to either of them, but you craved to have both Matt and Chris at the same time again, like the first night on your bedroom floor.

Chris’s hands are gripping the top of your thighs, rubbing and caressing them as he now moves his mouth to yours, kissing you deeply. He takes your bottom lip in between his teeth, pulling lightly and then sucking before slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You moan against his lips, his fingers rubbing your clit over the thin fabric of your pajama shorts. You weren’t wearing any panties, and he feels how wet you are for him, his touch only making you more aroused, creating a mess in your shorts. You could almost slip off the counter from how he’s making you melt around him. “Shit baby- does Daddy make you this fucking wet?” He groans, sucking on your tongue and your head spins.

He pulls the fabric of your shorts to the side, only teasing you for a little, running his fingers through your folds before pushing two deep inside you to the base of his knuckles. The feeling has you moaning into his mouth, failing to kiss him back now as you’re wrapped up in pleasure.

All that can be heard in the kitchen is the squelch of your pussy as he fucks you with his fingers, pumping them in and out of you with slow, deep strokes. Your legs are trembling around his waist and he wraps one large hand around your throat and looks you in your eyes. It’s dark but you can see the ring of blue around his blacked-out eyes, nothing but lust seeping out of them.

“Tell me only I can make you feel this way. You’re not cumming until I hear you say it.”

Fuck.

You secretly loved when Chris was possessive over you, but you didn’t want to undermine Matt even if he wasn’t here to listen to you say it.

He speeds up the thrusting of his fingers, his grasp on your throat tightening. He’s brushing that spot that’s deep inside you, making you ready to crumble around him. “Y/N. Tell me who you really belong to. I need to fucking hear it.”

“Chris, please.” You beg him, not wanting to say what he’s asking from you. You’re so close, you need to release but you know he would punish you for days if you cum without his permission. It’s a twisted game. And you loved it.

You still say silent, panting as he shakes his head and then removes his fingers from your aching cunt. “No. Only good girls get to cum.” He tells you and then drops to his knees, keeping his eyes on you as he spreads your legs wider, now resting them on his shoulders and pulls you roughly to the edge of the counter, so he can lick at your wetness slowly, your eyes rolling back in your head.

“Keep your eyes on me. And tell me what I already know baby. Don’t you wanna be a good girl for Daddy?” He rasps and then pushes his fingers back inside you, harder this time, his lips attached to your puffy clit. He’s determined to have you cumming all over his mouth and fingers, as long as you say what he wants to hear.

He digs his other hand into the flesh of your thigh as you stare down at him, the look on his face only pushing you closer to your orgasm. “Come on sweetheart, I know you’re close. Tell me you’re mine.”

Your hips are practically bucking off the counter top as you ride his face, his hold on you strong. It feels so good that you would say anything he asked at this point, feeling yourself clench around his fingers.

“I’m yours Chris.” You moan, and he sucks on your clit harder, releasing for a short few seconds to respond. “There’s my girl… it feels so good to hear you say it. That you’re only mine. Isn’t that right?”

You nod helplessly, your hand gripping the edge of the counter and your other one tangled in his hair. “Yes, Chris. I’m all yours. Only yours. Fuck-“You feel yourself coming undone as he’s brushing your g spot with the tips of his fingers again, kissing your inner thighs.

“Such a good fucking girl. You can cum, Ma, cum all over my hand.” He breathes. He could almost cum in his pants from hearing you say the words. He wants you all to himself, all day and every day. He was so in love with you.

You’re releasing onto his fingers, leaking down his hand and thighs clenching around his head as your orgasm hits you hard and fast, moaning his name loudly.

He watches you in amazement, your head thrown back in ecstasy, the reddish purple marks on your neck now visible to him and he swells with pride. He stands up to hold you against him as you catch your breath and you clutch onto him, your arms around his neck as you calm down.

It’s then that you make eye contact with Matt, who’s standing across the other side of the kitchen with his arms crossed. It makes a shock run through you.

It is a little naïve of you not to think he wouldn’t catch you. And there’s a look on his face you’ve only seen once before since you known him. The first time being when he caught you with Chris’s dick in your mouth on the living room couch a couple months ago. Granted, it wasn’t Matt’s night but he was pissed at the audacity of you two to mess around there instead of the privacy of Chris’s room. It didn’t help with the jealous rage Matt possessed anytime he saw Chris with you.

And now, this is what he stumbles upon after waking up to see you missing from his bed. Chris making you cum with his head in between your legs on the counter.

He was livid, to say the least.

You remove your arms from Chris’s neck and open your mouth to begin to speak but he cuts you off.

“I don’t want to hear a word from you.” Your mouth snaps back shut, and you almost shrink back from the harshness of his tone.

Chris turns around, and once he sees how mad he is, he smirks, his hands still on your legs. “Sorry, Matt. Just couldn’t help myself. Can you blame me?”

Matt doesn’t even look at Chris, his eyes still burning into you.

“This is what you want, angel? You’re not just satisfied with only one of us for the night?”

“No, Matt I-“

“Did I say you could talk?” He cuts you off again.

His arms are still crossed, his checkered blue pajama pants hanging low on his hips. He doesn’t have a shirt on and the veins in his arms pop out, his hair still messy from sleep. The tone in his voice scares and excites you at the same time.

“Since you want to act so desperate and needy, you’ll get what you want. But on my terms.”

Your heart races at what he’s suggesting and memories of him and Chris from that first night flood your mind, making you wet all over again.

“Go to my room and wait there.” He demands and you look hesitantly between him and Chris.

Chris smiles at you, a mischievous look on his face. He squeezes your thigh before helping you off the counter, and motions for you to go on. “Go ahead, baby. We won’t be long.”

You’re dumbfounded at the turn this night has taken as you walk off towards Matt’s room, hearing them exchange words but not able to make out what they’re saying, an anxious but excited feeling in the pit of your stomach.

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lustfulslxt · 10 months

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hii can u do a smut femxmatt fic where they meet at a party and they like are kinda drunk and matt’s really flirty and touchy and they just end up fucking!! ty!!!

(kinda like ur party revelations one but maybe they’re both influencers or u could even do chris!)

Under The Influence - Chris Sturniolo

warnings : alcohol consumption, smut

a/n : i wrote this for chris bc as you said, i have party revelations for matt, and a friend of mine received a request just like this for matt. xx

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Tie it up, put a chain on it

Make you tattoo my name on it

“Will you please come?” Sage begs, shaking my hand up and down, on the verge of a temper tantrum.

“You’re literally being ridiculous.” I chuckle, shaking my head. “I don’t see what difference it would make if I were there or not.”

Sage has been asking me to go to this party with her for weeks now. However, my answer has been a constant no. I’m not a fan of parties, much less big influencer parties. Too much drama always stems from them; whether it’s so and so cheated, whoever’s beefing, they did this, they did that. They never fail to have some dumb shit pop off, hence why I’d just rather not go. I don’t need anyone attempting to ruin my reputation and career just for their own benefit, I’m good.

“Because you’re my best friend and I need you. You’re my hype man and wingman all in one. Please! Just this once! I’ll do anything!” She continues to plead.

I sigh, ultimately knowing I’ll cave, “This is the only party you’re going to convince me to go to. You know how I feel about being around a bunch of fake and dramatic fucks.”

She instantly starts jumping up and down, cheering whilst shaking my hands again. “We’re leaving in three hours, so make sure you’re ready. Also, we’re gonna uber so we can get fucked up.”

I just shake my head, not really looking forward to the night ahead of me. But maybe, just maybe, I can get drunk and enjoy myself. Dismissing my thoughts, I turn on some music and head to my bathroom to begin getting ready.

I take a long shower, thoroughly washing and exfoliating myself. I shave and do a hair and face mask, prepping myself for tonight. After getting out, I dry off and apply vanilla scented lotion to every part of my body.

Next, I slip on my undergarments and apply deodorant, then head to my closet to choose an outfit. It doesn’t take me long, before I choose a plain, black mini skirt and tube top with a long sleeve mesh dress paired over it that had gems scattered all over. I stick with a pair of black lace up pumps to go with my outfit. Sitting down at my vanity, I go through my makeup, debating on what kind of look I want. After pondering for a moment, I just choose a dark smokey eye with a basic beat. I line my lips with a medium dark brown and apply clear lip gloss, blending it all together flawlessly. For hair, I just stick with a basic blow out.

“Great! You’re ready!” Sage suddenly cheers from my bedroom door.

I look over and see that she’s fully dressed and ready to go, holding a bottle of vodka in her hand. Upon seeing that, my eyebrows raise.

“Why the face?” She asks, before registering it. “Oh, this! It’s for a little pregame. So, come on.”

I shrug and gather everything I need for tonight, placing it in my purse, then follow her downstairs. She already has two shot glasses set out on our dining room table, ready to be filled. Without another word, she fills both glasses to the rim with vodka, smirking at me as she raises her glass.

“Cheers to a great night!” She grins, clinking my glass with hers, both of us downing the harsh liquor.

My face contorts in disgust as the liquid flows down my throat, and I can’t help but cringe at the awful taste. Immediately, my chest is hot and I don’t want anymore. I’m not really a drinker, but I already know I can’t be sober in order to get through this night. We both take two more shots before our uber arrives and we’re heading to the party.

The driver talked our ears off the whole ride, so when we finally shut the doors of the black suv, we both sigh and fall into a fit of tipsy laughter. We’re not drunk, but neither are we completely sober.

Upon walking into the party, we’re met with a glowing red light, loud music, the smell of alcohol and weed, and a ginormous amount of people all chatting and dancing throughout the house.

“Y/N! Sage!” A voice calls out, directing our attention towards them.

It’s one of Sage’s friends, one I personally am not a fan of, but I know how to be nice. I shoot her tight lipped smile, leaving Sage to greet her.

“Hey! It’s been so long, how are you?” Sage asks, pulling her into a hug.

Before she can respond, I quickly interrupt, “Sorry, I’m gonna go get a drink.”

And with that, I’m making my way through the crowd of people, in search of the kitchen. It takes me about five minutes to get through everyone and I’m already slightly disgusted at the sweaty bodies and the lack of personal space. I’m not lying when I say parties aren’t my thing.

Finally being able to breathe in the less packed room, I deeply inhale and exhale, ridding myself of the building nerves. I walk over to the counter, grabbing a solo cup from the stack and browsing through the bottles of alcohol. I opt for an unopened bottle of vodka, not wanting to risk anything that may or may not have been tainted. I fill my cup up a little over half way, then turn towards the cooler to grab a chaser. More people have already piled into the kitchen, there now being less room to roam around. I reach into the cooler, grabbing the last can of pepsi, only for it to come up with another hand attached to it. My gaze trails up the veiny hand, following the arm it’s attached to, to observe who it is.

Bright blue eyes, pink lips, a sharp jawline, and wavy hair. A silver Vivienne Westwood chain hanging from his neck, sitting atop a white t-shirt that had a bear in a watering can, surrounded my grass and little flowers. Blue jeans and, last but not least, white air forces covering his feet.

He looks familiar. Hot, yet still familiar.

“Oh, hi.” He grins, snapping me from my thoughts.

That’s when I realize we’re both still holding the can, but I don’t let go.

“Hi.” I reply, my gaze set on his face.

“I think this is the last pepsi.” He points out.

I nod, raising my eyebrows at the obvious statement. “Yeah, I noticed.”

“Pepsi’s my favorite.” He adds.

I can’t help the smirk that tugs on my lips, “Do you want a cookie?”

He shakes his head, chuckling, “I can’t have it?”

I only repeat his action and shake my head in return, pursing my lips to keep the smile from forming.

“Can we share it?” He asks, giving me puppy dog eyes.

And just like that, I’m folding. With a shrug, I pull the can from his grip. I open it up and dump some of its contents into my cup, then bring the can up to my lips, taking a drink all whilst holding eye contact. I notice him intently watching me, before grabbing the can and taking his own drink, licking his lips afterwards.

“You’re Y/N, right?” He questions.

I nod, biting my inner cheek, “And you are?”

“Chris.” He smirks, eyeing me and up and down. “Well, Y/N, we basically just kissed.”

I can’t help the loud laughter that falls from my lips, nothing less than amused at his statement. I can see the smirk on his face turn into a full blown smile as I try to catch my breath, recovering from the fit of giggles he put me in.

“That was corny.” I say, smiling at him with a shake of my head.

He tosses his hands up in defense, shrugging, “I mean, did we not?”

I don’t say anything, and bring my mixed drink up to my lips, downing all of it in one go. His eyes widen as he watches me. I don’t like alcohol, but I can manage. It doesn’t take long for it to take effect, on top of the shots I had earlier, I can already feel the warmth coating my insides. With a surge of boldness, I lean forward and place a small peck to the corner of his lips, swiftly pulling away and making my exit.

Just before I slip away, I turn back and flash him a smile, “See you around, Christopher.”

As the party goes on, I can tell the alcohol I’ve consumed has fully kicked in. The loud music is no longer bothersome, I don’t feel suffocated in the sea of people, and I feel good. It’s been around an hour since I’ve been here, and I’ve only ran back into Sage once. She’s off with her other friends, mingling around, and I’ve just been vibing.

I’ve seen Chris around, more times than I’ve seen anyone else. Unless I’m just fixated on him. It’s like every time I turn my head, my eyes are meeting his, and I never want to look away. Though, to save myself from embarrassment and humiliation, I force my gaze elsewhere.

After downing another shot, I make my way to the makeshift dance floor, and let loose. Under the Influence starts playing, and I can’t help but move my body to the beat, letting the rhythm flow through me. My hands make their way into my hair, my hips swaying in sync with the beat booming in my ears. Suddenly, I feel a warm presence directly behind me, causing me to spin around.

Hot and delicious.

Christopher.

“Hey, mama.” He slurs, a goofy grin showcasing across his lips.

He’s definitely invading my personal space, but I don’t even care. Especially when his enchanting scent is filling my nostrils, winding me in closer.

“Hello, Christopher.” I reply, my speech slightly incoherent.

“I knew you knew who I was.” He stammered, his body damn near pressed against mine.

“Mhm.” I hum in response, turning around and backing into him.

“You look good like this.” I hear his voice in my ear.

I grab his hands that were just barely grazing my waist, bringing them to fully grab my hips as I move into him. His large hands guiding me back and forth.

“You’re so pretty, it’s distracting.” He mumbles, his breath fanning my neck.

I can feel the goosebumps spreading, the hair on the back of my neck standing up.

“You’re drunk.” I softly say.

He shakes his head, “I’m not drunk. I’m just intoxicated by you.”

Again, I’m bursting into a fit of giggles from something he’s said. I can’t tell if it’s because I’m drunk or if he just makes me nervous.

“You’ve been stuck in my head since I first saw you earlier.” He admits, stumbling over his words a bit.

I turn back around, looping my arms around his neck as we continue rocking to the music. His hands go up to my waist, pulling me into his chest.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask him.

He licks his lips and shakes his head, a slight chuckle escaping, “You don’t wanna know.”

Instantly, my eyebrow raises, “Try me.”

“I see you flipping your hair around and all I want is to wrap my hands in it while you’re taking my cock.” He states, his voice low and husky.

I immediately feel heat rush to my core, the sound of his voice and the words he’s saying, turning me on. I bring my bottom lip into my mouth, biting down on it to prevent the large smile that’s close to taking over my face.

“What if I was thinking the same thing?” I ask, the grin breaking through.

“Will you freak out if I kiss you?”

Looking up into his eyes, I subconsciously scoot closer to him as I shake my head. His eyes flicker from my eyes to my lips, then he slowly leans in. The second his mouth meets mine, my eyes flutter shut and I’m savoring the feeling of his soft lips on my own. One of his hands reaches around me and cups my ass while his other one is wrapped around my throat, pulling me impossibly closer. As our lips mold together, I find my hands in his hair, my arms holding him into me. The kiss is desperate yet soft, passionate yet hot. He pulls away, his face only centimeters in front of mine.

“Follow me.” He says, his breath slightly heavy as he intertwines our hands.

I do as he says, following closely behind him. We walk through the kitchen, dodging everyone in our way. We round the corner to a staircase leading downwards. He pulls me in front of him, ushering me to go down.

“After you.” He says, holding his arm out for me.

I shoot him a look, before grabbing his hand and walking down the stairs, him following in suit. We get to a door that he opens for me, nodding to enter. It’s a large bedroom, quite tidy in itself, and I can smell his scent wafting through the air. Only now did I realize this is his house. As he shuts the door, I walk around, taking everything in. My hands trail across the edge of his bed, feeling his comforter beneath my fingertips.

“Do you like my room?” He asks.

I turn around to face him and he has a soft, innocent look upon his features. However, I can already see right through him. I know what’s about to take place.

“I do.” I nod, “It’s very neat, and it smells good.”

“Thanks.” He grins, strolling over to me.

“Why didn’t you tell me this was your party?” I ask him, sitting on the end of his bed.

He shrugs, “Why did you pretend you didn’t know who I was?”

I toss my head back, soft giggles pouring out of my mouth. I look at him with a cheeky smile and low eyes, shrugging my shoulders. He just grins at me, before kicking his shoes off and nodding towards mine. “You can make yourself comfortable if you want.”

Within seconds, I’m unstrapping the uncomfortable heels and setting them aside. He lays back on his bed, his legs dangling off the side. He grabs my hand and gives it a soft tug, so I copy his actions, and lie back. We’re both facing one another, drunk and happy.

“How come I’ve never seen you at any parties?” He questions, his fingers playing with mine.

“I’m not really a party girl. Definitely not an influencer party girl.” I admit, warmth building in my stomach at his soft gesture.

“Well I’m glad you came to this one.” He says, staring into my eyes.

“Why’s that?” I smirk.

“Because who knows if I would’ve met you had you not.”

I can’t help the blush that pools to my cheeks at his response. He’s flattering and he knows it. I don’t say anything, I just take in his features for the millionth time tonight. His hair slightly out of place from my roaming hands, his face flushed from the heat upstairs, his eyes lidded from the alcohol in his system, his pretty pink lips looking oh so kissable. He looks so good. Without a word, he pulls me closer to him, my body flush against his.

“Is this okay?” He asks me, trying to read into my facial expression.

“It’s perfect.” I nod, enjoying the warmth he’s providing.

“You’re so pretty.” He whispers, his breath fanning my face due to our short proximity.

A smile sneaks onto my lips as I look down, attempting to hide the red color that’s now adorning my skin. His large hand grabs my chin and lifts my head so that he can see my face. Our eyes meeting in an intense gaze, holding it for what seems like forever. He only breaks the eye contact when he puts his lips on mine again. It’s only a soft, chaste kiss.

“So pretty.” He says again, his voice low as he continues to press gentle kisses onto my lips.

The delicate kisses turn into feverish ones, our tongues now gliding in and out of one another’s mouths, lapping each other perfectly. Our lips move together so well, like we cannot breathe without each other. My hands return to his hair, softly tugging it, eliciting low groans from him. One of his hands cups my cheek, the other one resting on my lower back, pulling me even more into him. He flips me over onto my back and hovers above me, staring into my eyes once more as a small smile takes over his face.

“God, I can’t get enough of you.” He groans, smashing his lips into mine again.

One of his hands rests on the bed by my head, the other one rubbing my outer thigh. Just his soft touches are enough to make my skin hot beneath his fingertips. My hands connect with the hem of his shirt, lifting it slightly and running my hands up his torso. He breaks from the kiss and removes his shirt, tossing it on the floor, then reconnecting our lips. He’s positioned between my legs, his groin inches above mine. My hands continue roaming along his torso, feeling his hot skin. I bring my legs up, hooking around his waist, pulling him down into me. His clothed erection presses into my heat, causing a low moan to leave my lips.

“Are we really doing this?” He pulls back and asks, his fingers playing with the hem of my dress.

“Yes, please.” I answer, my voice soft and breathy.

He grinds down into me, his hard on hitting exactly where I need him, causing another moan to leave my mouth.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you.” He groans into my ear, leaving a wet kiss on it.

I shudder in pleasure as he continues down my neck, sucking and biting, marking me up. I reach down for his dick, palming it over his jeans. He lets out a low moan, bucking into my hand, before harshly grabbing both of my hands and pinning them above my head.

“You first.” He mutters, holding my wrists with one hand while his other one travels down my body.

His hand swiftly makes its way between my legs, my dress riding up as he kneads my thighs. Then, he’s rubbing my core through my underwear. Hums of pleasure come from me, and I can feel them growing wetter and wetter.

“Can I take your panties off?” He asks, his voice raspy as he looks into my eyes.

“Y-yes.” I answer, moaning louder as he presses harder into my heat.

“So good using your words, mama.” He groans, licking my neck.

He then pokes his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slowly pulls them down my legs, discarding them to the side. He spreads my legs again, my dress and skirt now sitting completely on my hips. He throws his head back at the sight of my pussy glistening with my arousal. Without another word, his face is hovering above my center, his warm breath hitting it. I can feel myself clench around nothing, desperate for any type of stimulation.

“Look at you. I haven’t even done anything and your pretty pussy’s begging for me.” He smirks, his fingers now prodding at my folds.

Now coated with my juices, he runs a finger over my clit, rubbing in soft circles. I’m physically writhing beneath him, so badly needing more. He then thrusts a finger into me, causing my body to jerk and my mouth emitting a loud gasp. He continues pumping it in and out of me, then adds another and doing the same with it. My hands squeeze the bed sheet beneath me, attempting to release the tension building. His fingers are moving so fast in and out of me, curling in the right places. My mouth falls open, my brows furrowing as pleasure overcomes me.

“You look so pretty coming undone like this.” He says, peppering kisses all over my thighs.

“Feels s-so good, daddy.” I moan out, clenching around his fingers, unaware of the name that slipped from my mouth.

His eyes are completely black as he stares up at me, watching me fall apart. His dick is rock hard, throbbing and impatiently waiting to be inside of me. Without a second thought, his lips are wrapped around my clit, sucking on it as his fingers fuck into me. That alone is enough to push me over the edge, my legs shaking as I let go, giving into the building pressure. I feel my cum ooze out of me, quickly being slurped up by Chris, tasting every drop of me as his fingers help me through my orgasm.

“Mmm, you taste so good, ma.” He says, licking my lips.

He pulls his fingers out of me, coming back up to hover over me, shoving them in my mouth. I moan around his fingers, sucking my own juices from them. He harshly grips my jaw, slamming his mouth onto mine, the taste of me lingering on our tongues.

Breathless, he pulls away and stands up, pulling me to the end of the bed by my ankles. His hand travels up my leg from my foot, tenderly squeezing along the way.

“Can you stand up?” He asks, softly rubbing my hip.

I nod and scoot to the edge, standing up on shaking legs and looking up at him. He cups my face, brushing my cheek with his thumb. He plants a sweet kiss on my lips.

“Take your clothes off.” He says, his tone firm.

I happily oblige, stripping from my clothes as he does the same. I watch as his dick springs from its restrictions, hard and throbbing. Just from the look of it, I know I’m in for a treat. He strokes himself as he looks over my body, licking his lips. He steps in front of me, his member poking into stomach. His hands run up and down my body, pressing kisses into my neck.

“On the bed, on your knees.” He demands.

I do as he says, and he follows behind me, holding me up with his hand on my throat. His lips meet my neck, sucking and biting all over it, causing soft whimpers to leave my mouth. He pushes me forward, laying me flat on my stomach. He leans over me, licking and nipping my back, leaving a warm trail of saliva. His hands part my thighs, squeezing himself in between them. I can feel him run his tip between my folds a few times, causing me to push back in anticipation. He pushes me back down, slowly sliding himself inside me.

“Ugh, fuck.” He moans, bottoming out.

“You’re so big, daddy. Feels so good.” I moan, feeling him slowly thrust in and out, filling me so nice.

His strokes start slow and hard, before the speed picks up. His hands are on my back, holding himself up as he fucks into me at a delicious rate. I can’t help the moans that continuously fall from my mouth, feeling nothing but never ending pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock, mama.” He groans out, fucking into me deeper and deeper.

It doesn’t take long for me to feel the buildup in my stomach once again. His hand wraps around my hair, tugging back as he leans over me once more. His mouth comes to my neck again, leaving wet kisses. I can hear his heavy breathing and low moans in my ear, and they’re driving me insane.

“Feels like you were made just for me.” He whispers. “I knew you would feel good, but this is better than I imagined.”

“All yours.” I babble, ridden with pleasure.

“You’re so tight, I can’t take it.” He moans, his voice holding a rasp to it.

I clench around him, feeling seconds from giving into my orgasm. A string of moans and curses fall from my lips, pure bliss coursing through me.

“You’re about to cum, I can tell.” He says, “Let it go, baby. Cum for me.”

And just like that, I’m releasing all over his cock with the loudest moans. His thrusts start to grow erratic, indicating he’s close to finishing as well.

“Such a good girl. Taking my cock so well, mama.” He moans out, thrusting harder.

Within a few more strokes, his dick twitches and his hot load is spurting into me, lewd groans emitting from his mouth. He pumps a few more times, riding out his orgasm, before slowly pulling out and watching his cum drip out of me. He collapses next to me, breathing heavily, looking me in my eyes with a goofy grin. His face is flushed red and his hair is sweaty, sticking to his forehead.

“That was amazing.” He breathes.

Unable to form words, I nod in agreement. His hand interlocks with mine, gently squeezing as his other hand brushes my hair out of my face.

“God, you’re so pretty, Y/N.”

I bashfully smile, “Thank you.”

“Will you stay with me tonight?” He asks, his eyes shining with hope. “We can shower and you can wear some of my clothes.”

I ponder for a second before shrugging with a nod, “That sounds perfect. I’ll just have to let Sage know.”

He smiles, brightly, pecking my shoulder over and over as he pulls me into him.

“You’re never getting rid of me now.”

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a/n : this took me entirely too long to finish, so sorry ab that!! also not proofread, as per usual. hope you enjoyed this!! continue sending in reqs and i promise i’ll get to them eventually <3

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all i need is you

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader

summary: following the morning after matt's run in with elektra, you have a lot of decisions to make about your future together.

warnings: swearing, angst, explicit sexual content (minors pls dni), mentions of pregnancy

word count: 8.2k

a/n: y'all have been requesting a sequel to please don't be mad for almost 6 months now, & I apologize it's coming so late. there were a lot of things y'all wanted to see happen in the sequel, & I took all of that feedback to heart & incorporated as much as I could in a way that made sense to me. i've been working on this for months, & it was really important to me to create something you guys would really love & be happy with. thank you to everyone that even wanted a sequel, & for being so patient. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

[part one]

It was almost crazy to think that just over a year ago, you thought your relationship with Matt Murdock was over for good.

When you had awoken that following morning by his side, head clear of the rage and lust induced haze you had been captured in, all that was lingering was a heart heavy with hurt and stinging with betrayal. You had silently collected all of your belongings, pressed one last kiss to Matt’s lips, and granted his peaceful sleeping form one final glance before leaving your spare key on his entry table and disappearing into the twilight.

All of his words still echoed in the back of your mind, but so did his actions. The promise of marriage was eclipsed by the cherry lip stain on his collar. The prospect of a family was diluted by the scent of an expensive perfume that didn’t belong to you. The vow of faith and love was broken by yet another lie.

You loved Matt, more than you had ever loved anyone, and more than you ever thought you could love another person. You knew deep down that he was a good man. You tried to believe that he would never intentionally hurt you. But it had gotten to the point where you couldn’t ignore the ache he left in your chest.

You needed time to try to forgive him. You weren’t even sure if you could forgive him at all. The cut he’d made ran deep, and you couldn’t decide if it was because he’d made it with her blade, or if it was simply his own that had been slicing away at the same spot over and over and over. Regardless, you needed time. Time away from him; to heal, to think, to decide.

But Matt Murdock had never been a man of patience.

For two endless weeks your phone constantly lit up with his name, filling up with messages containing apologies and desperate pleas. You started arriving early to work and left later than usual to throw him off your schedule. You had the receptionist bypass all his calls and made security aware that he was not welcome in your office. You ignored all the usual spots that he knew you frequented, and especially the ones you went to together. For the first time in over a year, you locked all your windows to ensure he couldn’t slip through in the middle of the night. You blasted music through your headphones so you didn’t have to hear the pain in his voice as he called out your name, fist banging away at your front door so hard you were certain he was going to actually break it down.

It was torture. Even though he had been the one to wrong you, a piece of you felt guilty. You could hear the terror and remorse in his voice when he stood outside your door, begging for forgiveness, chanting your name over and over as if you were the deity he worshiped and needed absolution from. It left a bitter taste in your mouth to be yet another person to turn your back on him, but through the wave of your sadness came the tide of anger, reminding you that he had done this. He had forced your hand. He made a choice, and you had to make yours.

The guilt from also having to ignore Karen and Foggy weighed heavily on your chest. They knew what had happened. You had just as many sympathetic voicemails and unanswered texts from them asking if you were okay, and if you wanted to talk. You hated not being able to lean on them when you were at your most vulnerable. They were your family just as much as Matt was, but you couldn’t talk to them or be around them. They just reminded you of him. A huge part of you resented him for that, for making you feel like you couldn’t go to the two other people you loved most in this world for comfort because of what he did. You had spent the past few years building your entire life around Matt, and he had selfishly sent it crashing to the ground, leaving you completely isolated beneath the debris.

For two long weeks, you felt trapped beneath a heavy blanket of depression you couldn’t seem to find your way out from.

And then she happened.

How Elektra had managed to break into your apartment when Matt couldn’t, you weren’t sure, but the day you came home to find her in your living room with a bag of your things packed by her feet, you were stunned silent.

“I need you to come with me.”

“What? Why?”

“Because Matthew is an idiot and he’s put you in danger. We need to go. Now.”

She didn’t even give you a chance to hesitate, gripping your overnight bag into one hand, and forcing you out your door with the other. The ding of the elevator dropping you to the lobby seemed to wake you out of whatever trance she had put you in, and you stared at her in confusion as you stood firmly outside the metal doors.

“I don’t understand. What are you doing here? Where are we going?”

“I’ll explain when we get there. We need to move.”

“I don’t-“

“Listen. You don’t know me. You’ve got no reason to trust me. But right now, I am trying to save your life. So if you’ll please-“

“Why?”

Elektra paused for a moment as she looked at you. The annoyance on her perfect features vanished slowly, taking in the pain and confusion that were clearly plastered on yours.

“Because you’re important to Matthew, which means you’re important to me.”

Elektra filled you in on everything the moment she had secured you away in a penthouse uptown that was registered under an alias. What she and Matt thought were the Yakuza had ended up being a much older and sinister organization called The Hand. They were into some freaky cult shit that you didn’t quite understand, but you got the gist that they were powerful, and extremely dangerous. They were also everywhere. They had tracked her and Matt, and a man named Stick that had trained the two of them, back to Matt’s apartment the night after the gala. They had been tracking him ever since, and because he had continuously been going to your office and apartment, they knew all about you.

She even told you the truth about how she had met Matt, and how it had all been a set up by Stick to bring him back to their side; to fight the war that he had been warning them both about.

“I don’t know what Matthew has told you about me. Probably nothing good. But I need you to know…I did love him. That’s why I left. I realized…he wasn’t like us. He would never be like us. He was too…good. He didn’t belong with Stick and I. I didn’t want to be the one to put that light out inside of him. I didn’t want anyone to. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble between the two of you the night of the gala. I wasn’t aware that he hadn’t told you that I was in town, or what we were doing. I swear I was only trying to protect him.”

There was a glimmer of regret dancing along Elektra’s waterline, and you could see her own pain shadowing the faint smile on her lips.

“You weren’t the one that lied to me.”

Elektra blew out a breath as she took a seat in front of you, dragging her teeth along her bottom lip as she nodded.

“Matthew always has pure intentions. I know that. But for someone who is incredibly intelligent, he’s also a complete dumbass. He tries so hard to do the right thing…but he doesn’t stop to think about if he’s doing it the right way. Look I don’t…I don’t know anything about the two of you, and I’m not telling you what to do, but I can tell you that he is absolutely in love with you.”

“So…you didn’t come back to New York for him?”

“For his help, yes. To rekindle whatever we had, no. But for the record, even if I had, I wouldn’t have stood a chance in Heaven or Hell against you.”

There was something oddly comforting about Elektra’s words and the timid smile on her lips. It eased some of the tension pent up in your body, and you felt a little lighter as you let a deep exhale out through your parted lips. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you glanced over at her as you anxiously twisted a ring around your index finger.

“I…thank you. You…you didn’t have to…do all of this. I hate to even ask anything of you when you’re already doing so much for me but…can you just…not tell Matt I’m here? I’m not ready to talk to him yet.”

Elektra flashed you a pitiful smile as she gave a slight nod of her head.

“Of course. It’ll be our little secret.”

It only took Matt three days to figure out that Elektra had been hiding you, and as he burst through the front door of her penthouse, he was absolutely incandescent.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me. You’ll have a sleepover with her, but you won’t talk to me?”

“Watch your tone, Matthew.”

Elektra glared over at Matt, tightening her grip on the knife in her hand that was hovering over a cutting board filled with various ingredients.

Matt furiously tore off his glasses as he angrily pointed his finger in her direction, the top of his lip curling up into a menacing snarl.

“I don’t want to hear shit from you after you-“

“I protected her because you led the Hand right to her. You’re fucking welcome by the way.”

Elektra let out a deep angry exhale as she turned to face you with a sour pout on her lips. She gestured her head in Matt’s direction with a quirk of her brow.

“I can get rid of him if you’d like.”

“Excuse me?”

“I wasn’t speaking to you, Matthew.”

Sighing heavily as you let go of the whisk in your hand, you pushed the large bowl of batter forward on the kitchen island and wiped your hands off on a small towel. Rubbing your hands over your tired eyes, you waved your hand dismissively towards Elektra.

“It’s…it’s fine, Ellie. I’ll deal with him.”

Elektra eyed you for a moment before shooting another glare in Matt’s direction. She dropped the knife onto the cutting board, wiping her hands off on the same towel before clasping them together loudly.

“Right, well, I’ll leave the knife out just in case. Remember the three main areas I taught you to stab. I’ll be upstairs if you need me.”

After you watched Elektra disappear upstairs into her bedroom, you turned around to face Matt. His eyes were absolutely wild with rage and his face was morphed into complete disbelief as he blanched at you.

“Ellie? Since when the hell is she Ellie?”

“Since she’s the only one around here that tells me the truth about what the fuck is going on.”

Matt clenched his fists at his sides as he stared blankly over at you, and you watched as a muscle feathered in his jaw.

“What did she tell you?”

“Everything you didn’t.”

You could practically feel the anger radiating off of him in waves, but you had more of a right to be pissed off than he did. Matt shoved his hand into his pocket, producing a shiny silver object that he held out in front of him between his thumb and index finger.

“What is this?”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you arched one of your brows as you looked at him.

“A key.”

Your key.

Matt’s nostrils flared as he clenched his jaw, quickly crossing the distance between you to stand directly in front of you.

“Don’t get smart with me. Do you have any idea how it felt to wake up that next morning and you were gone? All of you, your things, everything gone? And to find this on the table? Not even-“

“I’d imagine it was as shitty as you coming home covered in red lipstick and smelling like your ex lover's perfume. Or as shitty as finding out you lied about where you were and who you were with, and that you kissed her and lied about that too.”

Matt ran his hand through his hair quickly in annoyance before dragging it roughly down his jaw, shaking his head as he flung his arms up in the air with frustration.

“Goddamnit Y/N, we talked about that! We worked through it. Then you just…disappeared and ignored me for weeks. You won’t return any of my calls, you won’t open the door, I can’t even-“

“We didn’t talk about anything, Matt! You kept trying to justify your actions and completely ignored how I was feeling. We didn’t work through anything. You manipulated me and we fucked. That is not working through it.”

Matt sighed with exasperation as he stared at you incredulously.

“I did not manipulate you. Fuck, I told you that I wanted to marry you and have a family witn you-“

“In the middle of sex, Matthew! I don’t know if you even meant that, or if it was a heat of the moment thing. And don’t you dare say you didn’t manipulate me. You took advantage of the fact that I was frustrated and that you hadn’t touched me in weeks. You knew I would give into you. How do you think that makes me feel? That you completely ignored my feelings, manipulated me into sex for forgiveness, and filled my head with all those promises knowing that our relationship was in a bad spot. I can’t trust a word that you say because you can’t seem to stop lying to me.”

Matt’s anger evaporated the second he tasted the salt of your tears in the air. He hung his head between his shoulders in shame, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as the severity of your words nestled in the silence. Letting out a soft sigh, Matt’s tongue darted out to quickly wet his lips.

“You’re right.”

His hazel eyes were more clear without the cloud of vexation, and you could see the way they glistened with regret. Matt’s plump lips fell into a frown, and guilt seemed to tug the rest of his features down like gravity.

“I’m sorry. I swore to you that I wouldn’t lie after I told you the truth about me. I broke my promise to you, I betrayed your trust, and I disrespected our relationship. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I never, ever meant to hurt you. I didn’t want you to get mad that I was working with Elektra. I didn’t think…I wasn’t thinking. I wasn’t considering your feelings. I shouldn’t have kissed her. I could’ve come up with another diversion. All of this could’ve been avoided if…if I had just told you the truth.”

Matt let out a shaky breath as his blank eyes glanced upwards, closing for a moment as he clenched his fists by his sides. A stray tear slipped past his lashes when he opened his eyes again, slowly lowering himself onto his knees before you as he reached for one of your hands to hold.

“I have been…absolutely fucking miserable these past few weeks, and that’s my own fault. I know that. I have hated not getting to feel your touch, or hear your voice, or be able to tell you how much I love you. I am so fucking sorry if I ever made you question how I feel about you, but Y/N I meant every word that night. You are the love of my life. You do belong with me. I do want to marry you and start a family. I swear to God, I will do whatever it takes to earn your trust back and your forgiveness. Just tell me what I have to do sweetheart, and I’ll do it.”

It broke your heart to see Matt look so distraught. It stung even more than he was on his knees begging for forgiveness instead of asking you to spend the rest of your lives together, but there was an undeniable conviction in his voice. It soothed the pang in your chest slightly to finally hear him acknowledge his fuck up, and apologize for it instead of getting defensive. Elektra had melted away the insecurity you had felt with her confession, and the frightened look that shattered Matt’s face showed you just how scared he was to lose you.

There was still a lot of work to be done on your relationship. It wasn’t going to be fixed overnight, and Matt was going to have to put in a lot of effort to earn your trust back, and prove to you just how much your relationship mattered to him. But you were in love with him, and you knew there was no one else for you but him.

“You can start by taking care of this…”Hand” shit. I’m not loving the fact that I’m being hunted by zombie ninjas because of my idiot boyfriend.”

Matt’s ears instantly perked up, and a lopsided hopeful grin stretched across his lips.

“I’m still your boyfriend?”

“For now. You’re dangerously close to being replaced by Elektra, though. She’s always bluntly honest, and her bed is way nicer.”

You never in a million years thought that your boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend would fight just as hard as he would to keep you safe, but Elektra had. She protected you from The Hand just as fiercely as Matt did, nearly giving her life for you both, and now she was securing the last button on the back of your wedding dress and staring at you in the mirror with a knowing smirk.

The morning you slipped out of Matt’s apartment heartbroken and desolate seemed like a lifetime ago as you prepared yourself to meet him at the altar in just under an hour.

“What’s on your mind, little dove? Got cold feet?”

Elektra quirked one of her dark brows as she stared at your reflection with her signature smirk. Karen had left the two of you alone to go check on Matt and Foggy, and she was helping you with your finishing touches.

After helping save New York, Elektra had stuck around, and to both of your surprises, and certainly to Matt’s, you two had become very close. The more you got to know the more vulnerable side of her, the more you felt for her. She wasn’t the villain that everyone had painted her out to be. She had been a scared little girl, manipulated with a promise of something resembling a family, only to be broken down and molded into something to orchestrate death and destruction instead. It wasn’t unlike what Stick had done to Matt. As a matter of fact, it was worse.

“If I said yes?”

Elektra hummed quietly as she moved your hair off your shoulder, leaning in to rest her chin on it as she wrapped you up in a hug from behind with a grin on her lips.

“Ever been to Paris this time of year? It’s beautiful. We could be at a private air strip before anyone even knew what happened. Matthew is fast, but he can’t outrun a Maserati.”

A grin broke out across your lips as you giggled, squeezing onto Elektra’s arms when she winked. You had never been more sure of anything in your life than you were sure that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Matt Murdock. Both of you knew that. But you also both knew he was eavesdropping just on the other side of the church, and it was incredibly easy to rile him up.

As if on cue, Foggy suddenly burst through the door and pointed a finger at Elektra with an expression of pure irritation on his face.

“Whatever you’re telling her, knock it off. You’re scaring the shit out of him, and he’s already convinced enough as it is that she's not gonna walk down that aisle.”

“Oh relax, Franklin. Girls got to have their fun, yeah? Besides, I thought they called him the man without fear.”

Foggy rolled his eyes as he shut the door behind him, walking over to shoo Elektra away as he stood behind you and adjusted your veil down your back.

“Yeah, until it comes to her. Go head to head with the Punisher who's notorious for using automatic weapons with sticks? Sure. Take on a weird cult of ninjas that can’t die and like to use really sharp swords also only with sticks? Why not. Fuck it, let’s use every goddamn tall building in Hell’s Kitchen for parkour practice. But ask the woman I’m ridiculously in love with to marry me and put up with my shit for the rest of our lives? That’s where the devil seems to tuck his tail between his legs.”

Matt had been an absolute nervous wreck the night he proposed to you. He had brought you to the same restaurant that he had taken you to for dinner on your first date, and was fidgety the whole time. Every time you asked if he was okay, he swore up and down that he was, and you figured there was just something overwhelming one or several of his senses. But then you noticed that despite it being mid November, he was sweating as you walked hand in hand through Central Park, and his hand kept nearly slipping from yours. Finally, you stopped and turned to face him, placing your hand on his chest to steady him.

“Okay, what’s going on with you?”

“N-Nothing, I’m fine. Let’s keep-”

“No, you aren’t. You’ve been acting strange all night. You’ve been anxious and fidgety, and now you’re sweating.”

“It’s hot-”

“It’s November, Matthew.”

Matt’s lips parted slightly as he went to protest, but nothing came out. He was usually good at coming up with excuses on the spot, but whatever was going on with him had seemed to completely take over his mind. A soft sigh slipped past your lips as he averted his gaze to the ground, watching as he clenched his fist by his side. You took a step forward to place your hands gently on his cheeks to cradle his face.

“Matty, please talk to me. Is something wrong?”

“No, no nothing…nothing is wrong.”

“Then what is going on? What’s got you so worked up?”

“I’m not worked up-”

“Matthew.”

Matt let out a sigh of defeat hearing the tone in your voice, his tongue darting out to quickly wet his lips as he attempted to flash you a reassuring smile.

“Can we just keep walking please? There’s something I wanna show you.”

There was evident excitement in Matt’s voice, but it didn’t resonate with you. The way he kept dodging your questions was beginning to put you in a sour mood, conjuring up a bitter taste of realization that he was on the cusp of breaking an oath he had sworn to keep. Dropping your hands quickly from his face, you shook your head in frustration as you turned around swiftly to walk ahead without him.

“You promised me you wouldn’t do this anymore.”

You only made it two steps forward before Matt blurted out a confession laced with full blown panic.

“I’m in love with you.”

Immediately pausing, you turned around to look at him in complete confusion.

“I know that, Matt.”

Matt let out a heavy exhale as he rushed forward and took your hand into his, scrunching up his nose as he shook his head quickly.

“No, I…I mean…that I’m…fuck, this isn’t going right.”

Matt pinched the bridge of his nose as his lips pursed into a frown, and you eyed him curiously as you gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

“What isn’t going right? What are you talking about?”

“Will you just…come with me? Please? I really need to show you something.”

Matt’s face was twisted in what looked like agony, and the desperation in his voice made you nervous. You didn’t think you had ever seen him look so…terrified, not even that night at Elektra’s when he thought you were going to leave him for good. You allowed Matt to guide you further through the park, venturing off down a path only he seemed to know, and stopping once you reached a gate that was covered in ivy. He pulled a key from his pocket to unlock it, and pushed it open with a slight creak, gesturing for you to enter first with a timid smile.

A shocked gasp flew past your lips as you stepped inside. It was an isolated garden, completely closed in by ivy covered walls, lit up only with various strings of white twinkle lights and the glow of the moon. To your delight, there were several plants and flowers in full bloom, and the whole scene looked like a vibrant painting you would hang on your wall.

“I hear this place is beautiful.”

Turning around to face Matt, you noticed that he had taken off his glasses, and was apprehensively turning them over in his hands over and over. The timid smile was still plastered on his lips, but his eyes were nearly blown open with distress.

“I…it’s…I don’t even know how to describe it. How…how did you find this?”

“Karen did. It’s technically private property owned by the city, but Brett owed me a favor.”

The puzzlement on your face only grew as you stared at Matt, a soft laugh leaving your lips as you gestured around.

“Is this why you’ve been acting so weird? You didn’t think I’d like the surprise?”

Matt’s eyes darted back and forth blankly as he dragged his teeth along his bottom lip, swallowing thickly as he placed his glasses into his jacket pocket and took a few cautious steps forward.

“I…I hoped that you’d like it.”

“Matty, I love it. It’s so beautiful. But you didn’t have to be so nervous to show me this. You could’ve taken me to a random alley and I still would’ve loved it.”

Matt let out a breathless laugh as he shook his head, clicking his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he smiled softly.

“Then it wouldn’t have been special.”

A furrow formed between your brows as you looked at him, trying to decipher all the cryptic pieces he was laying in front of you.

“What wouldn’t have?”

Matt was silent for a moment as he fixed his gaze on your face, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly as he studied you. Finally letting out a deep breath, he reached out to take one of your hands, brushing his thumb delicately over your knuckles as a slow smile spread over his lips.

“I told you, I’m in love with you.”

“And I’m in love with you, Matty.”

Matt took a step closer as he brought his other hand up to cradle your face, a tender smile on his lips as he rubbed his thumb soothingly over your cheek. You couldn’t tell if it was the reflection of the lights in his eyes, but they looked glossy, almost as if he was about to cry, and it made you squeeze onto his hand tighter.

“You…are the first person that has ever truly understood me. The first that’s ever accepted and loved both sides of me. You’ve never shied away from one, or favored the other, or asked me to choose. You haven’t given up on me, even when I’ve given you plenty of reasons to. You are the best part of my day. I can’t tell you how…how happy it makes me to know that when I come home at night, you’re there waiting for me. And no matter what kind of day I’ve had, or how rough of a night it was, it…it doesn’t matter, because you’re there. You give me a reason to make it home. I can’t tell you how much I love that I get to fall asleep holding you and listening to your heartbeat, and start every day hearing your voice and kissing your lips. I have never felt as…happy…and light as I do with you. I want to spend the rest of my life feeling this way. I want to spend the rest of my life ending every night with you and starting every morning with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So-”

Matt let out a shaky breath as he slowly dropped his hand from your face and tightly held onto your hand. You were already in tears from Matt’s words before, but the moment he dropped down onto one knee before you, the floodgates opened and a choked sob caught in your throat as your other hand flew up to cover your mouth.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

“Oh my God, Matty…yes…yes!”

Matt blew out a shaky breath of relief as he closed his eyes for a moment, the tension in his shoulders evaporating right in front of your eyes as he let his head drop. You couldn’t help but laugh as you stared down at him in perplexity.

“Did you think I was going to say no?”

Matt rubbed his hand down his face to wipe away his own tears, letting out another breathless laugh and sniffling as he looked up at you with a goofy grin on his lips.

“Figured I had a fifty-fifty shot.”

Lips splitting into the biggest smile you had ever seen, Matt quickly rose to his feet and grabbed your face, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss as you gripped onto his jacket to hold him close. All of a sudden he quickly pulled away and shoved his hand down into his pocket.

“Oh shit, uh…sorry…I…here.”

Matt laughed nervously as he pulled a small velvet black box out of his pocket, opening it to reveal the ring inside. Your mouth fell open as a gasp escaped, and you gripped onto Matt’s forearm as fresh tears welled in your eyes.

“Matty…”

“Do…do you like it?”

“I…I love it. It’s…it’s perfect. How did you-”

“I had some help.”

Glancing up at Matt through your teary eyes, you watched as a bashful smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Pulling the ring from the box, Matt gently grabbed onto your wrist with a shaky hand, and carefully slipped the ring onto your finger. It fit absolutely perfectly, and you stared down at it in awe as it dazzled beneath the lights. You were overwhelmed with so many emotions, and you didn’t know what to do other than grab Matt’s face and pull him down for a searing kiss.

The two of you gripped onto each other as if you were afraid the other might disappear if you loosened your grasp even the slightest. You were a flurry of lips and teeth, trying to devour the other’s desire, consuming the taste of happiness together. Matt laid you down in the soft grass of the garden floor and made love to you right there, intertwining his hand with yours that wore the symbol of his love and promise to you.

A burst of laughter ripped through your chest at that memory of Matt’s nervousness as you covered your mouth, staring at Foggy knowingly in the reflection of the mirror. Elektra’s mouth split into a huge grin as she rolled her eyes, pressing a quick kiss to your temple and giving Foggy’s shoulder a squeeze on her way to the door.

“Alright, alright. Let me go do damage control. I’ll see you both out there. Oh, and Y/N, darling?”

You turned your head to look over at her as she paused in the doorway.

“Yeah?”

A warm smile tugged at the corners of Elektra’s mouth as she stared over at you, leaning her head briefly against the door.

“You are the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.”

You pursed your lips slightly as your face twisted up faintly into an expression of gratitude, returning her smile with one of your own.

“Thank you, Ellie.”

Elektra flashed you a quick wink, closing the door behind her to leave you alone with Foggy.

“She’s right, you know. You do look beautiful.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth as you looked at Foggy in the mirror, arching one of your brows quizzically.

“Did you just agree with her?”

“That stays between us. This is a one time thing.”

Laughing softly, you turned around to pull Foggy into a tight hug, sighing in relaxation as his arms came around you to hold you securely to his chest. There didn’t seem to be anything that a hug from Foggy Nelson couldn’t fix. All of the pent up nerves seemed to dissipate from the warmth of his embrace, and you suddenly felt a million times lighter.

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have anything to thank me for.”

“I have everything to thank you for.”

“Well in that case, I think Foggy would be a great name for your future kid.”

A deep laugh rumbled in his chest as you giggled, pulling back slightly to peer up at him with a grin.

“I’ll put in a good word.”

After Foggy left you alone to go rejoin Matt and the others, you stared at your reflection in the mirror, smoothing your hands over your dress for the millionth time. A part of you was still in disbelief that today was the day you were marrying your best friend. Matt had sworn to not take the second chance you had given him for granted, and had been treating it as if it were sacred. He opened up to you about everything now, even the rough nights that plagued his thoughts, and the horrors he desperately wanted to protect you from. There wasn’t a single thought or emotion he hid anymore, and he’d even gotten better about finding balance between each of his lives. That wasn’t to say that you both didn’t struggle from time to time still, but your relationship was the healthiest it had ever been.

A knock against the door tore you from your thoughts, and a smile quickly spread across your lips at the sight of the figure leaning against the doorway.

“Hey big guy.”

Frank’s mouth split into a grin as he looked at you, giving a slight nod of his head in your direction.

“Hey darlin’.”

Turning away from the mirror to face him fully, you swallowed thickly as you smoothed your trembling hands down the sides of your dress and gestured to it.

“I look okay?”

Frank cocked his head to the side as he smirked, taking you in with his eyes as he took a few steps forward to stand in front of you.

“You kiddin’? You’re gonna knock Red on his ass.”

You didn’t hardly have any family outside of the chosen one you had made with Matt, Foggy, Karen, Elektra, and Frank. When you’d let it slip to him that you would be walking down the aisle alone, Frank instantly offered to be the one to walk you. He confessed that it would probably be the closest he would ever get to walking his own daughter down the aisle, and you graciously accepted without hesitation.

A smirk curled at the corner of your mouth as you let your eyes wander over his large figure, finally meeting his deep brown curious eyes.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so…”

“Dressed up, yeah yeah. Don’t get used to it.”

“I was gonna say not covered in blood.”

Frank let out a deep chuckle as he shook his head slowly, looking down at you with a dazzling grin on his lips.

“Figured I could behave for a few days so I didn’t mess up your pretty dress, yeah?”

“How generous of you.”

As the processional music started to play, the nerves you felt earlier returned full force, and you gripped onto Frank’s arm tightly as the reality of the situation started to sink in. This was actually happening. Matt was waiting for you on the other side of these doors, and in just a few moments, he would finally be your husband. Tears started to form in the corners of your eyes as your emotions started to catch up with you, thinking about everything the two of you had gone through together, and how it had all led up to this moment. Frank’s lips brushed against your cheek as he bent down to whisper into your ear.

“You say the word, and I’ll get you outta here. No questions asked, yeah?”

Gripping a little tighter onto his arm, you leaned into Frank’s embrace as a shaky breath left your lips.

“Where would we go?”

“Wherever you want, darlin’. I could hide you places even he couldn’t find.”

You swore you heard Matt groan loudly on the other side of the door, and you couldn’t help but giggle as you dipped your head back to look up at Frank. Taking a deep breath in, you exhaled slowly through your parted lips and nodded with a soft smile.

“I’m ready.”

Frank gave a slight nod as he leaned in to kiss your forehead, dropping his left eye in a wink as he smiled.

“Attagirl.”

“Frankie?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Don’t let me fall, please.”

Frank wrapped his right arm tightly around your waist, holding onto your hand with his left one as he squeezed it gently.

“Never.”

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“As absolutely beautiful as you are in this dress, it’s time for it to come off.”

“You don’t wanna leave it on?”

“I’d love to, sweetheart, but it’s kind of in my way. Besides, it’s so pretty, I’d hate to ruin it with all the things I wanna do to you, Mrs. Murdock.”

A soft gasp left your lips as Matt gently sucked on that sensitive spot on your neck below your ear, and you could feel him grin against your skin when your heart skipped. He had taken every opportunity throughout the evening to call you that, or refer to you as his wife. Every time it hit your ears, a buzz of serotonin flooded your bloodstream and left you hazy.

“And what, exactly, is it that you wanna do to me, Mr. Murdock?”

Matt’s fingertips brushed lightly along the exposed skin of your bare back, causing a shudder to course through you while his nimble fingers delicately tugged the zipper of your dress agonizingly slow down your back. His stubble tickled against your cheek as he nuzzled your jaw, inhaling your scent deeply while leaving open mouthed kisses down the column of your neck.

“Fuck a baby into you.”

Gripping tightly onto his suit jacket, you were suddenly taken back to that night over a year ago when he’d first made that promise, and his words from that night flowed through your ears.

I’m gonna marry you someday, Y/N.

I will put a ring on your finger tomorrow.

I will put a baby in you tonight.

A fresh wave of mixed emotions glossed over your eyes, and Matt slowly pulled back to stare blankly down at your face with an expression of concern as he cradled your face in his hand.

“What is it, angel?”

“Nothing. It’s nothing.”

Matt tilted his head to the side slightly as his honey hazel eyes gazed down at you, tongue darting out to quickly wet his lips before they pulled into a timid smile.

“Was it the wedding you always wanted?”

Bringing your own hand up to cup Matt’s jaw, you pulled him in closer to touch your foreheads together as you whispered softly.

“Of course it was, Matty. You were the groom.”

Matt had been continuously asking you the same question all night, wanting to make sure you were absolutely happy with the biggest day of your lives. Honestly, it had been perfect. Karen had taken over as your unofficial wedding planner, and between her, Marci, and Elektra, you’d hardly had to lift a finger. Getting married in a church wasn’t a huge deal for you since you weren’t religious, but you knew how much it meant to Matt, and you offered to marry him in his church where his parents would’ve married. It was small and intimate, exactly what you both wanted.

The second you stepped through the open doors with Frank, Matt immediately started to cry. You were only a second behind him as soon as you saw him, the two of you gripping onto each other’s hands as Father Lantom led the ceremony, bringing everyone in attendance to tears as you exchanged your heartfelt vows. Matt had captured your lips in a deep kiss as soon as Father Lantom uttered his name, and he lightly smacked him over the back of the head with his bible to remind him that he was in church when the kiss started getting a little too heated for the house of God. Maggie had simply laughed, reminding Father Lantom that Matthew was indeed Jack Murdock’s son.

The reception was held at Josie’s where you had first met Matt over two years ago, courtesy of Karen. Foggy had drunkenly climbed onto the bar to deliver his best man speech which only drew further tears out of everyone from laughter by telling the most embarrassing story he could conjure about Matt from college, and also from the passionate gratitude he showered you in for making his best friend the happiest he had ever seen him.

Matt told me once he thought you were an angel created by God himself, and sent down from Heaven just for him, exactly when he needed you. I believe that’s true. There’s no other explanation for how perfect you are for him. Thank you for bringing my brother the happiness he’s always deserved. I love you both.

Karen could hardly contain her own tears as she spoke fondly about you and Matt, bringing even Frank and Jessica to tears with her sweet words.

I knew the night you met Matt that you loved him. I could see it in your eyes. Thank you for loving him the way that you do. I can’t tell you how happy it makes me as your best friend for you to end up with someone like Matt. Because I know he will take care of you, and protect you, and love you with everything he’s got, and I know you’ll do the same for him. I’m just so happy my two favorite people found each other.

“Today was the happiest day of my life. A day I never honestly thought would come, but I’m so happy it did, and I’m so happy it was with you. I wouldn’t change anything about it. I mean…apart from everyone offering to help you runaway, but.”

A loud laugh slipped past your ears at the annoyed look on Matt’s face, countered by the smirk that was threatening to spill across his lips. You gently squeezed his cheeks to purse his lips into a pout, leaning in to kiss them softly.

“You know they were joking.”

“No, Frank and Elektra were serious. They were actually gonna smuggle you out.”

Giggling softly, you shook your head as you leaned in to press your lips against Matt’s softly once more.

“Well I didn’t run, did I?”

Matt let out a deep exhale through his nose, shaking his head slowly as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“No. Still not sure why you didn’t.”

“There was cake.”

Matt rolled his eyes as he pushed himself up above you, and you giggled uncontrollably as you grabbed onto his tie to pull him back down towards you.

“I’m kidding! You know someone has to keep the Devil in line.”

Matt clicked his tongue against his cheek, narrowing his eyes slightly as he cocked his head to the side and stared down at you with a light smirk.

“That the only reason, then? Because you’re the only one that can?”

“I can think of a few more. Now, I thought you were helping me out of this dress?”

“I was.”

“Then be a good husband, Matthew, and help your wife.”

Matt’s eyes darkened considerably at the sultry tone of your voice, and a devilish grin took over his mouth as your beloved dimples settled in his inner cheeks. He was careful as he slipped the silk gown down your body, laying it carefully over the dresser before attacking your body with kisses once again. You frantically clawed at his jacket and dress shirt, blindly making quick work of his belt, already panting just from the idea of having your husband inside of you. There seemed to be a silent understanding between the two of you that neither of you had the patience for foreplay tonight, and all you both wanted in that moment was to be absolutely consumed by one another.

As Matt settled between your spread thighs, a wash of nerves made you shiver, and you found yourself placing your shaky palm on his chest over his heart to get his attention.

“Matty…did you…are we…you really want a baby with me? Right now?”

Matt tilted his head in confusion as he let his eyes blankly wander over you, placing his palm flat on the pillow by your head as he leaned in closer towards you. You and Matt had been talking more seriously about starting a family after you got engaged, and you stopped taking birth control a few months before the wedding to make sure it was fully out of your system for when you two were ready to actually start trying.

“Of course I do. Why? Did you change your mind?”

“No! No no, it’s not that. I just…you aren’t going to miss it? I mean…the city means so much to you, Matty, and-”

“Hey, you mean the most to me. You’re the love of my life, sweetheart.”

You wrapped your fingers around Matt’s wrist as he held your face, nibbling at your bottom lip as you let out a shaky breath.

“I know, baby. I just…I know how much you need that part of yourself-”

“Not anymore. All I need is you. I’m still protecting the city, and the people in it, everyday. I’m still helping people. But New York doesn’t really need Daredevil anymore. It has people to protect it, like Luke and Jessica. And Colleen, Danny, even Frank and Elektra. You need me. And the one thing I care more about protecting and keeping safe is you, and our family.”

“I just don’t want you to wake up one day and regret hanging up the suit, or feel any kind of resentment-”

“Sweetheart, listen to me. I could never regret anything with you. How could I feel even an ounce of resentment when you’re offering to give me the greatest gift in the world that I’ll never be able to repay you for, hm?”

Matt carefully wiped a stray tear away from your eye as you reached up to gently grab onto the back of his neck, pulling him down so that his chest was flush to yours as you whispered softly.

“I just want to make you happy, Matty.”

“You do, angel. Everyday. You are my happiness. Now, can I please make love to my wife?”

Matt took his time as he entered you, peppering kisses on every inch of your body he could find, moving his hips lazily as he fucked into you slowly to ensure you both felt everything. Interlacing your fingers together, he held your hands above your head and squeezed them tightly, repeatedly whispering into your ear how much he loved you, how beautiful and perfect you were for him, and how badly he wanted you to give him a baby. Matt pulled your legs tightly around his waist, angling your hips to reach the most delicious depths within you, spilling his seed into the deepest layer of your garden to plant the foundation for the family you both so desperately wanted together.

Neither of you could get enough, and Matt fucked you sweetly and slowly several more times into the early hours of the night until your bodies simply couldn’t take anymore. He refused to withdraw himself from you, keeping his soft cock nestled within you, preventing any ounce of your future he had emptied into you from slipping out as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. Matt placed his palm over your lower belly, absentmindedly stroking his thumb in slow circles over the first home your child would have.

“I love you so much, angel.”

“I love you so much, Matty.”

Matt was here. Matt loved you. Matt was yours.

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sturniozo · 9 months

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Savage Love Part Three

Matt Sturniolo x reader Mafia AU

A/N: Smut ahead! Don’t like, don’t read!

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I stand outside the hotel waiting for Matt. Emma had dressed me in a short, tight pink dress with lingerie underneath. She had also styled my hair and makeup to what she claims always works for her.

At 7 on the dot a car pulled up and Matt stepped out. He holds his hand out to me and says “Hey dollface.”

I happily take his hand and wrap my arm around his and we walk to the front desk. The woman gives Matt the keycard and he takes me upstairs to the room. The room is nice and has a beautiful view, which makes it a shame to be wasted on me and my hookup when some lovely couple could be using it.

“Something wrong?” Matt asks as he locks the door. He walks up and hugs me from behind, beginning to kiss my neck.

“No, nothings wrong.” I reply and move my hair out of the way so he has better access to my neck. His hands creep up my body and he squeezes my breasts.

“Such a pretty dress, did you get dressed just for me?” He mumbles as he unzips the back of my dress.

I nod and Matt slides my dress off my body. I step out of it and look up at him, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. I turn around fully and begin to undo his belt. I pull it through the loops of his pants and discard it on the floor. I look up at Matt and Ian immediately met with his lips on mine. Our tongues fight for dominance for only a moment before I give into him, and he chuckles into the kiss.

Matt pushes me on the bed and trails kisses down my body. He hooks his fingers through the panties of my lingerie and pulls them down. “So pretty for me.” He mumbles. His head dips down between my legs and I feel him lick a stride up my core and I shiver. He lifts his head back up and looks at me.

“Have you done this before?” He asks me.

“Hooked up?”

“Had sex at all.” He says. “You’re acting like… like you’ve never done any of this before.”

“It’s been a while but… no I’m not a virgin.” I laugh softly.

“Have you hooked up?” He asks while massaging my thighs.

“Not much.” I lie.

“Hm” he mumbles and dips back down between my legs, licking another stride through my folds. His tongue slides up and down before going back up and stopping at my clit. His begins sucking on my sensitive clit and uses the pad of his tongue to put pressure on it. I moan softly and run my fingers through his hair. Matt pushes two fingers into me and slowly pumps them in and out of me. I moan louder and tug lightly on his hair.

“M-Matt please, oh god! Please-“ I beg.

“Use your words doll face.” He tells me before going back down.

“Please Matt I need you to fuck me!” I moan out as the pit in my stomach gets tighter and tighter with each pump of his fingers.

With one final flick of Matt’s tongue on my clit I come undone, shaking and moaning as the pumping slows down.

“Such a good girl for me.” Matt says as he hovers over me. He kisses me deeply and I can taste myself on his tongue. I moan into the kiss. Matt pulls away and undoes my bra. He throws is away and his lips immediately latch to my nipple. His hand moves up my body to squeeze my other breast while he uses his other hand to begin fingering me again.

“Matt!” I moan out loudly from all the sensations. After a moment he switches to suck on my other tit. My fingers run through is hair.

Matt lifts his head up and kisses me again while his fingers continue to pump in and out of me. He spreads my legs apart more to have better access to my pussy as our tongues dance together. He pushes his fingers in and out of me harshly and fast while rubbing my clit with his thumb. I begin to feel the familiar bind in my stomach as I moan loudly. I come undone once again underneath Matt and he pulls his fingers out of me. He smirks as he sucks on his fingers, tasting my juices.

Matt pulls down his dress pants and I unbutton his shirt, connecting our lips feverishly. I finish with the buttons and place my hands on his face, pulling him closer. He discards the shirt, leaving him in his tight boxers, his bulge evident.

I place the palm of my hand over the bulge and massage his boner. Matt groans and grabs my wrist, pinning me down harshly.

He uses his other hand to help slip out of his boxers. He lets go of my wrists and props up my legs to wrap around his waist while he positions himself in me. He slides in and I let out a loud moan while he groans and droops his head down.

“You’re so tight for me doll face. Are you sure you’ve done this before?” Matt asks again and I just nod.

“Just move, please.” I beg and Matt immediately begins thrusting in and out of me at a slow pace. I moan loudly and grip his shoulders while he pants. He slowly picks up the pace until he’s pounding into me harshly and I’m moaning loudly, gripping his shoulders hard enough for my nails to leave marks.

Matt pulls out and grabs my waist, pulling me up and flipping me over so I’m on my hands and knees. He leans over me and kisses my back, down to my ass where he begins licking my core again. I moan and say “Matt please, fuck me. I need it.”

“Anything for you, dollface.” He says and gets back up, pushing into me slowly. He lets me adjust for a second before he pounds relentlessly into me. I feel weak underneath him and my arms give in, leaving me face down and ass up as Matt’s hands are on my hips. His hand reaches down to my clit rubs me just right, causing the pit in my stomach to grow for the third time.

Matt groans loudly and his pace becomes sloppy, so I know he’s close. With just a few more thrusts we both come undone together, and I collapse on the bed. Matt lays down next to me and pulls me in close to him.

“Mmm so good for me dollface.” He mumbles into my shoulder. He gives me a quick kiss on the shoulder as he slips into me once again.

“Matt I can’t I-“

“Shhhh” he shushes me. “We’re not doing anything right now, just cuddling. Go to sleep dollface.” He pets my hair and positions himself in me better so we’re both comfortably. “Just go to sleep with my cock in you like a good little slut for me, huh? You’re a good slut aren’t you dollface? Say it for me.”

“I-I’m a good slut.”

“Good girl.” Matt mumbles and I close my eyes. “Now go to sleep for me.”

I wake up with the sun shining through the window of the hotel room. Matt holds me tightly and I hear his soft breaths in my ear, and my breath hitches as I feel him twitch inside me.

The clock on the wall reads 6am. I have to be at the paper outlet by 10am. I try to slowly move away from Matt without waking him up, but I fail. Matt reaches for me and pulls me back.

“Don’t leave dollface.” He says to me. His morning voice is enough to make me drenched again.

“I have to be at work in a few hours.” I tell him.

“Call off.” He mumbles. Matt pulls me to lay my head on his chest.

“I can’t do that. I’m one mistake away from being fired.” I say as I begin to trace a tattoo on Matt’s arm.

“Good. A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be working. You should be doing something you like doing.”

“My job is something I like.”

“Hm.” Matt hums. We lay in silence for a bit before I begin to get up again. “What did I just tell you?” He says to me.

“I can’t stay.”

“Stay.” He demands.

“Matt-“

“Stay.” He says sternly. My breath hitches and I lay back down. “Good girl.” He mumbles and kisses the top of my head.

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xoxoavenger · 5 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! 🎁🎈🎂🎉🎊 I loved Try Me (Matt Murdock x Reader), I was wondering if maybe you could write a sequel? I could see an intimate moment where she’s feeding him the soup she made and taking care of him, potentially with the hilarity of Foggy finding out he’s got two super powered friends

thanks! hopefully this is what you were looking for, I had fun writing it!

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pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

word count: 1099

warnings: none

part 1

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"I can't believe you're Daredevil." She mutters as she ladles the soup into a bowl. She made a broth more than a soup because she didn't have time to cut the vegetables, but it'll do the trick. She also didn't know the extent of Matt's injures, and she didn't want him to have trouble eating anything. "Does Foggy know?" She asks as she brings the bowl over to the couch.

"Yes," Matt chuckles, but his teeth are clenched in pain. She kneels next to the couch and she is still shocked by his injuries, even though she's already seen them. He has a large cut across his chest, and resists the urge to touch it.

She watches Matt try to sit up, but he's clearly in too much pain. She puts the soup on the ground in favor of helping him up. She tries not to let her pulse rush as she touches his bare back and bicep, pulling him up gently until he is sitting up enough to eat.

"Here, let's get you some food." She tells him, spooning some broth and then carefully helping him eat some. It's so quiet in the apartment that she swears she can feel her own heart race as she feeds Matt. They're close, and her brain is reeling with the thought of how Matt, and blind man, can be a vigilante.

"I think that's good." Matt groans when they're about three fourths of the way though the bowl. She gets up to put the bowl away and grab a warm, wet cloth.

"How are you Daredevil?" She asks, sinking down to her knees again and beginning to wipe off the blood around his wounds.

"Are you asking if I'm actually blind?" He questions, but he's smiling, so she can tell he's joking.

"I know you're blind, Matt." She says with a small sigh. She's seen his unfocused eyes too many times to think he was just preteneding.

"All my other senses are heightened." He tells her, tensing as she begins to wipe a big, deep cut. She hopes that soon her healing food will kick in; she's never seen it help on this level, and she's worried it won't work as well as Matt is hoping it will.

"So, you can hear really good?" She asks, wondering what exactly that means. He shrugs, smiling a little bit.

"And smell, and taste. And feel. I have to have specific sheets because of how sensitive my skin is." He's feeling better, she can tell, and it makes her smile.

"How did figure it out?" She asks quietly. She's had these powers ever since she can remember, but she'd never told anyone and no one ever figured it out either. This is a first, sharing a gift, and she can't help but feel a little scared.

"That your food could heal people?" He clarifies. She almost nods, but then catches herself.

"Yeah," She confirms.

"You asked me what happened again the day after you first gave me the croissant, as if you knew it should have gone away. And I usually have accelerated healing anyway, but not that fast. You wouldn't have known that." He's starting to relax more, and she knows he needs to get some sleep soon.

"You wanna move to the bed?" She asks, putting the cloth down and preparing to move him. Before he can answer, Foggy comes stomping back in.

"So both of my best friends are super heroes?" He yells, throwing the drugstore bag in their general direction. Y/N's eyes widen as Foggy walks to them.

"I am not a super hero." Y/N clarifies.

"I wouldn't classify myself as one either." Matt interjects, a hand out to stop Foggy's rant. It does nothing, and Foggy soldiers on.

"You can feel, hear, and smell things no human should be able to feel, hear, and smell." He points at Matt, who raises an eyebrow. "And you can heal people with your food, that you've been feeding me for months!" Foggy moves to Y/N, and she just shakes her head.

"Have you ever wondered why you haven't gotten sick in months?" She asks, and he just scoffs.

"That proves my point!" He screams. Y/N and Matt shake their heads, Matt smirking.

"Foggy, neither of us are superheroes. You don't need to freak out." Matt tries to calm him down, but Foggy just gets more worked up.

"Are you kidding me? You could be Avengers for all I know!" Foggy grabs the bag that he had thrown and begins to get some of the bandages and Neosporin out to help Matt.

"Oh my God," Y/N groans, rolling her eyes and putting her head in her hands. Honestly, Foggy freaking out was kinda funny, but she isn't sure if he's being serious now or not.

"We're not Avengers, Foggy." Matt chuckles, and Y/N begins to put bandages over Matt's injuries.

"Well I just don't know that, do I?" Foggy looks over at the pot on the stove, walking over there quickly. "What did you make?"

"Just a quick broth. I wanted to get Matt something quick." She tells Foggy as she begins to focus on the task at hand.

"Is this why I haven't gotten paper cuts?" Foggy asks as he ladles a little soup out for himself.

"It doesn't make you skin extra strong, Fog." Matt tells him as she continues bandaging him up. Her hands brushing his skin make Matt want to crawl out of his skin in a good way, which didn't make sense until this very moment.

"Did I hurt you?" Y/N asks softly when he tenses.

"No," He mutters, putting a hand on her wrist to stop her. "It's okay, I think the big ones are taken care of." He just wants to lay down and sleep it off now, but he wants to ask her one more thing.

"Let me help you to your room." She offers, and together, with him leaning on her, they make it to Matt's room.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" He asks as they sit down. He can feel the heat begin to flush her cheeks, her heart beginning to race. He's worried still that maybe she feels uncomfortable until she responds.

"Working." She thinks she's funny, and Matt chuckles.

"Do you want to go to Josie's with me tomorrow night?" He asks, and she ducks her head and smiles.

"As long as my boss lets me off on time." She says, nudging him with her shoulder.

"I'll talk to him." He tells her, both of them smiling hard enough that their cheeks hurt.

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mattsmunch · 1 month

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── 𐚁ྀི !　SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY.

matt sturniolo x reader

SUMMARY: when matt’s girlfriend, y/n, learns how to ride a horse and he can’t keep his eyes to himself.

WARNING: LOWERCASE, suggestive content !! fluff, established relationship, cowboy!matt x fem reader, mentions of a smaller build body, pet names! (baby, my girl) and i believe that’s all :)

REQUESTED?: no!

AUTHORS NOTE: THIS IS AN ORIGINAL STORYLINE. i DONT allow any copying, “inspiration” or plagiarism. this is the plot BEFORE the smut (coming soon?) + NOT proof read, sorry for any typos :,)

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matt let out a frustrated huff as he tossed the saddle onto luna's back, buckling all the necessary straps and giving it a firm tug to make sure it was secure. the last thing he wanted was for y/n to fall off and lose interest in riding again. although he was a bit nervous, he was eager to share his passion for riding with his girlfriend.

y/n had very little knowledge about horses, apart from her boyfriend's passion for tending to and riding them. this was more than enough reason for her to spend a good few hours online shopping for a new wardrobe suitable for riding. the only issue was that her newly purchased clothing items were currently being altered to fit her smaller frame, but she was determined not to reschedule her date with her boyfriend. they had been apart for several days with minimal communication due to her job, and she missed him terribly.

y/n let out a soft sigh as she tugged gently on the small red ribbons that had been tied at the bottom ends of her braids, which she used to keep her face-framing pieces of hair out of the way. matt had emphasized the significance of maintaining a firm grip on the reins at all times, and she didn't want to give in to the urge to let go and push her bangs behind her ears as she often did. as she licked her lips nervously, the lingering taste of the wild cherry chapstick she'd applied earlier tingled on her tongue, causing her to involuntarily groan.

matt often teased her for her habit of consuming more chapstick than she used, due to her constant nervous ticks. without a second thought, she applied more of her lip balm, knowing that she wouldn’t be sporting her $250 cowboy boots just for style on Matt’s farm just for shit’s n giggles, these boots were the result of her unwavering support for her best friend, nick, who was also the reason she had met the love of her life.

in the backseat of the Uber, y/n nervously rubbed her lips together and sent a text message to matt, letting him know she was almost there. as she reapplied the lip balm for the umpteenth time, she couldn’t understand why she was so anxious to see him after only four days apart. it dawned on her that their mutual attachment issues were likely to blame for the countless "i miss you’s" in every message they had exchanged.

she collected her belongings into the small bag she had initially been advised not to bring, but found it impractical to manage everything with just her hands. as the Uber arrived at the big red barn that was slowly fading in the sunlight, she bid farewell and thanked the driver, who had pulled up next to matt’s truck. she gave the old man a gentle wave as he backed out and drove away.

y/n’s ears were greeted with a chorus of sounds, from the soft hum of cicadas to the gentle moos that echoed from the cattle. with each step, the crunch of pebbles beneath her feet created a rhythmic melody. as she approached the big barn door, slightly open, the scent of animals engulfed her, causing her nose to twitch softly.

inside the barn, the atmosphere was filled with various sounds, from the soft neighing of horses to the gentle background music playing. y/n couldn't immediately spot matt but followed his voice to the back of the barn. as she turned the corner, she caught him gently resting his head against the most beautiful horse she had ever seen, whispering tender words to the animal.

“hi baby” she speaks softly, making sure not to startle the horse or matt.

matt's face immediately lit up with a bright smile as he noticed her approaching. he felt a warm rush of emotions - a mixture of happiness, relief, and excitement. he straightened up from the horse, his eyes locked on her as he took a few steps forward, his heart racing with joy.

"y/n," he called out her name, his voice filled with affection. "you're finally here."

he walked towards her, his stride quickened by his eagerness to be close to her. he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace, and breathed in her scent. "i missed you so much," he murmured, his voice muffled by her hair.

as y/n was wrapped in his warm embrace, a wave of comfort and happiness washed over her. she felt safe and protected in his arms, her heart beating a little faster as she drank in his familiar scent. her arms laced around his waist, and she buried her face against his chest, feeling contentment.

"i missed you," she mumbled, her voice slightly muffled by his shirt. "so much."

she pulled back just enough to look up at him, her eyes meeting his gaze. a soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and she gently ran her hands up his arms, relishing the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips.

"i can't believe we went four days without seeing each other," she joked, faking a pout. "i’m not sure i could ever do it again."

matt chuckled at her feigned pout, his expression softening. he moved one hand to gently caress her cheek, his touch tender and affectionate.

"oh, don’t worry," he teased back with a smile, "it’s not like I was counting down the days or anything."

he tugged her a little closer, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against him. "but seriously," he continued, his voice growing quieter, "i did miss you. a lot."

upon hearing his honest words, y/n felt her heart skip a beat. she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair.

"i missed you too, more than i thought i would," she confessed, a small blush creeping up her cheeks.

pulling herself closer to him, if that was even possible, y/n felt a pang of longing mixed with excitement. "so," she murmured, her voice playful, "what do we do now?"

matt smiles down at her softly before leaning in, his lips molding against hers perfectly. as their lips met, a wave of electricity shot through y/n's body. she melted into the kiss, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on the nape of matt’s neck.

the world around them faded away, leaving only the sensations of their touch. his lips were warm, his breath was against her skin, and his scent enveloped her. it felt like coming home.

their kiss deepened, with matt gently tugging her impossibly closer. his hands roamed over her body, seemingly desperate to touch and feel every part of her. he savored the taste and feel of her kisses, his mind a blissful haze of desire and love.

y/n gently drew back, her soft giggle filling the air as she broke their passionate kiss. seizing this opportunity, matt allowed his gaze to unabashedly roam over her figure, taking in every captivating detail of her outfit. the vibrant red and white plaid print of her baby doll dress harmonized beautifully with her delicate brown cowboy boots. the lace ruffles of her socks peeked out subtly from the boot's edge, adding a touch of charming playfulness. the contrast between the scarlet ribbons and her milky skin, dotted with those adorable freckles that matt knew by heart, created an undeniably alluring spectacle.

matt began to gently tease her as he observed her outfit. "you know," he remarked with a grin, "i think you bought out the entire stock of horse riding attire but still ended up in one of your baby doll dresses."

he reached out, gently tugging on one of the ribbons tied in her braids. "which i love you in but i gotta ask, are you planning to ride the horses or just turn some heads in town?"

as matt teased her, y/n couldn't help but giggle at his playful remarks. she feigned annoyance as he tugged on the ribbon in her braid, but the smile on her lips betrayed her true feelings of amusement.

"oh, shut up," she said with a mock pout. "i'll have you know, this is the perfect horse riding outfit."

her expression turning slightly sheepish as matt fiddles with the hem of her dress. "actually," she began, "i did buy the proper riding clothes, but they didn't fit quite right. so i’m having them altered."

she glanced down at her current outfit, a hint of disappointment in her eyes. "but i couldn't wait to see you. i missed you too much," she continued, her voice soft and honest.

matt’s expression softened as he listened to y/n's words. a wave of affection washed over him, knowing how eager she was to see him.

"you know you didn't have to rush," he said gently, a warm smile on his lips. "your comfort and safety on the horse are more important than anything else."

he reached out to take her hand, gently intertwining his fingers with hers. "but i totally understand the missing me part, who wouldn’t? "

y/n feigned a mock offended gasp as matt made his playful remark. "oh, please," she playfully retorted with a roll of her eyes. "of course, you'd say that. i bet you've started a fan club for yourself in town with the old ladies."

her expression softened as she teased him back, her grip on his hand tightening slightly.

matt laughed at y/n's comment, enjoying the banter between them. he led her over to the white horse he had been talking to earlier and gently ran his hand over its side.

"alright baby, since you’re here, i’d like you to meet luna," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice. "she’s our eldest mare and one of my favorite horses here."

as matt introduced y/n to luna, her eyes widened in awe, immediately captivated by the beauty of the white horse. a soft gasp escaped her lips as she gently reached out a hand to touch the mare's velvety snout.

"she’s absolutely gorgeous," y/n breathed, her voice filled with wonder. her fingers stroked the horse's soft fur, a genuine smile on her face. as y/n gently stroked luna’s snout, the horse seemed to respond positively, nuzzling into her hand and whinnying softly. it seemed as though the two had instantly formed a connection.

matt watched fondly, a small smile tugging at his lips. "looks like she likes you," he observed, clearly pleased with the interaction between y/n and the horse.

y/n’s face lit up with a wide grin as luna nuzzled her hand. she felt a rush of happiness and connection, thrilled that the horse seemed to like her.

"really?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement. "she’s so beautiful. i think I'm in love." she continued stroking the horse's fur, watching in awe as luna responded with another soft whine.

“ready to ride her?” matt ask softly, smiling at his girlfriend.

y/n turned to matt, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "absolutely," she replied, her voice filled with enthusiasm. she looked back at the horse, her heart filled with anticipation. "lead the way," she added, a small smile playing on her lips.

matt chuckled at her eagerness, his own excitement mirrored in his eyes. "alright then," he said, taking a step back. "you can mount her here."

he extended his joined hands, offering a supportive boost for y/n to climb onto the saddle.

with matt’s help, y/n smoothly mounted luna, settling comfortably on the saddle. she adjusted herself, feeling a mixture of anticipation and a hint of nervousness. she took a moment to feel the movement of the horse beneath her, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves.

as y/n settled on the saddle, her dress rode up slowly, revealing more of her smooth skin. matt couldn't help but observe the subtle movement, his thoughts growing a little less chaste.

but he gathered himself, pushing aside the temptation. instead, he focused on explaining how to hold the reins, showing her the proper grip and balance needed for control.

"here," he said, his voice a little hoarser than usual, "hold the reins in your dominant hand like this."

he carefully adjusted her grip, his touch gentle yet firm. he tried to ignore the way her skin felt beneath his fingers but found it increasingly challenging.

"make sure you have a gentle but firm grip," he continued, his gaze lingering on her hand a moment longer before looking up to meet her eyes. "luna will respond better if you're in control, but not too firm."

matt stood back a step, watching intently as y/n followed his instructions, her slender fingers adjusting to the reins in her hand. he was struck again by the way her dress had ridden up, the sight sending a wave of heat through his body. It took all his willpower to maintain his focus on the lesson.

"good," he managed to say, clearing his throat to hide the huskiness in his voice. "now, you'll want to use your legs and thighs to guide and communicate with luna, rather than just pulling on the reins."

matt moved to the side of the horse, his gaze traveling over her body once more before he could stop himself. he tried to keep his mind strictly on the task at hand as he continued explaining.

"think of your legs as a way to communicate with her. a gentle squeeze or shift can tell her what you want, no need to tug harshly."

matt moved behind the horse, taking a moment to take in the view. the way her dress clung to her body, revealing more of her toned thighs, was incredibly distracting. his knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists, struggling to maintain his composure.

y/n nodded, listening intently to matt’s instructions, yet somehow completely oblivious to the effect she was having on him. she focused on the feel of the horse beneath her, the softness of the reins in her hands, and the steady rhythm of luna’s breathing.

"got it," she replied, her voice soft but determined. "so it's more about subtlety and communication, not brute force, right?"

matt swallowed hard, his eyes glued to the expanse of her exposed thighs. he knew he should be focusing on the lesson, but the sight of her in that dress, sitting on the horse, was making it nearly impossible.

"exactly ," he said, his voice a tad strained. "less is more. it’s about working with luna, not against her."

"alright," matt said, taking a moment to compose himself. "i’ll walk next to you at first. just get comfortable with luna and the reins. once you feel more confident, i’ll mount my own horse and we can head on a trail."

y/n smiled, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "sounds good," she replied, her voice slightly shaky. "i’ll just take it slow and get the hang of things first.

she gently squeezed her thighs against luna’s sides, taking matt’s cue to start walking.

matt set off at a slow pace, his eyes constantly flitting between y/n and the scenery surrounding them. every now and then, his gaze would drop to her thighs, the way the reins were threaded through her hands, the soft sway of her body as she moved with luna.

as y/n settled into the rhythm of moving with luna, matt’s thoughts began to drift towards less chaste territory. the natural sway of her hips, each movement bringing back vivid memories of their intimate moments together, sent a wave of heat through his body.

he tried to keep his mind focused on walking, taking deep breaths to control his own body's reaction to her subtle movements. he couldn't deny the effect she had on him.

while the sight of her was stirring his desire, the part of him that had been missing her greatly also felt a wave of affection. he found it endearing, this innocent but unknowingly seductive display from his girlfriend.

he continued to walk beside her, forcing his gaze away from her thighs and back to the path ahead, counting the moments till he could mount his own horse and regain some control.

y/nwas blissfully unaware of the effect she was having on matt, focusing solely on getting used to riding luna. she gently guided the horse, occasionally looking down at the reins in her hands and the way her thighs squeezed against the horse's sides.

"i think i’m getting the hang of this," she said, her voice filled with a mix of pride and wonder. "she moves so effortlessly."

matt cleared his throat, trying to distract himself from his increasingly amorous thoughts. "yeah, she's well-trained," he said, his voice still carrying a hint of huskiness. "just keep doing what you're doing. you’re doing great."

the rhythmic motion of luna’s stride didn't help his situation, each movement bringing back memories that only heightened his desire. he took a deep breath, forcing himself to look at the scenery around them rather than at her.

after a couple of rounds of practice, y/n started to feel more confident on luna. matt led them back to the barn, a smirk on his face. he quickly mounted his own horse, a black gelding named newt.

"ready?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder at y/n with a challenging gleam in his eye.

y/n smiled back, her eyes filled with determination. "definitely," she responded, her voice steady. she adjusted her grip on the reins, her thighs once again drawing matt’s gaze.

matt tore his eyes away, his mind once again filled with inappropriate thoughts. he needed to focus, both for the ride and to keep his desires in check.

"alright," he said, his voice strained. "just follow me, and keep up the communication with luna."

as they rode down the trail, the peaceful ambiance of nature surrounded them. the soft chatter between them was punctuated by the gentle buzz of insects and the steady rhythm of the horses' hoofs hitting the ground. the ride brought a sense of comfort and familiarity to matt, and he stole glances back at y/n every now and then, admiring the way she moved with luna.

the ride was a mix of breathtaking views, quiet contemplation, and a hint of lingering tension. matt would point out little things he found beautiful or interesting, while y/n took everything in, her eyes filled with wonder. the longer they rode, the more difficult it became for matt to ignore the way y/n's thighs gripped the horse, her body moving in time with the animal.

each dip and curve in the trail seemed to only highlight the way she sat on luna, each motion sending a wave of desire through matt's body. he fought to maintain his composure, trying to focus on the landscape around them and not the sight he was becoming increasingly tempted to indulge in.

as they continued down the path, the trees began to thin out, revealing a clearing with a small, shimmering pond behind a fence. matt slowed his horse to a halt, a small smile on his face.

"we’ll stop here," he said, dismounting from his horse.

matt grips both hands on the fence as he climbs over it, a chuckle falling from his lips as he landed on the other side of the fence, watching as y/n seemed to be stuck trying to figure out how to dismount.

he leaned against the fence, waiting for her to join him. "having trouble there?" he teased, a playful smile on his lips.

y/n huffed, her face a mix of frustration and determination. she tried to swing her leg over the horse's flank, but it got a bit tangled in her dress, causing her to lose her balance and almost fall.

she eventually managed to dismount luna, although a bit less gracefully than she would have liked. she shot a glare at matt as she approached the fence.

matt chuckled again, enjoying her determination. "see baby? you got it," he joked, holding out a hand to help her climb over the fence. y/n stuck her tongue out at him in response, climbing over the fence with his help. she landed on the other side, her cheeks flushed with a mix of exertion and embarrassment.

“did you do that?” y/n ask shyly about the picnic basket and blanket set up. matt chuckled at y/n's question, the shyness in her voice making his heart skip a beat. he nodded, gesturing towards the picnic area.

"yeah, i set this up for us," he admitted, a small hint of pride in his voice. "i thought we could have a little picnic lunch here, take a break from riding before we head back."

y/n smiles widely as matt led her over to the blanket spread out on the grass, the soft fabric contrasting with the rough texture of the grass. he motioned for her to sit down, his eyes fixed on her.

y/n took a seat on the blanket, the grass still dewy beneath her legs. she looked around at the peaceful surroundings, the pond in the background shimmering in the morning light.

"it’s beautiful here," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "how’d you get the food here?” she giggles, opening the picnic basket.

matt smiled widely at her question, the sound of her giggling making his heart skip a beat. "well," he said, feigning offense, "i didn't carry it all myself, if that's what you're asking."

be settled down beside her, a playful glint in his eye. "i had some help from my trusty horse, of course."

y/n rolls her eyes playfully, “so you came out here earlier?”

matt nodded, his smile still in place. "yeah, i came out here earlier this morning to set everything up."

he looked over at the picnic basket, a small sense of pride in his eyes. "had to make sure everything was perfect for my girl."

y/n’s heart fluttered at his words. "aww," she said, her voice filled with genuine sweetness. "you didn't have to do all this for me, but i really appreciate it."

she leaned over and gently bumped her shoulder against his, her eyes filled with affection.

matt smiled again, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer to him. "of course i did," he said, his voice low and sincere. "you’re worth every bit of effort, and i wanted to do something special for you."

he let his gaze travel over her face, studying her features as if committing them to memory. "besides," he continued, a hint of teasing in his voice, "i have a feeling you'll enjoy what i packed for lunch."

y/n raised an eyebrow in curiosity, turning to look at the picnic basket again. "oh really?" she said, her voice a mix of anticipation and skepticism. "and what's in here that you think i'll love so much?"

matt chuckled, clearly enjoying the suspense he was creating. he reached into the basket, pulling out a container filled with a variety of fruits, cheese, and crackers.

"here," he said, placing the container into her hands. "take a look." he watched as she opened the container, a gasp escaping her lips at the sight of the fresh, colorful fruits arranged inside.

y/n's eyes widened as she took in the array of fruits – sweet strawberries, ripe grapes, and perfectly ripened kiwi. she looked up at matt, her eyebrows raised in surprise. "oh so you do know me” she teases.

matt chuckled, his expression shifting to one of mock offense. "of course I know you," he said, feigning annoyance. "do you think so little of me that you'd think i just randomly picked fresh fruits for a picnic?”

he bumped her shoulder again, his hand still resting on her back. "i know you like berries and juicy fruits," he said, "so of course i made sure to find the freshest ones i could."

y/n laughed, shoving him playfully. "okay, okay, you get points for knowing me," she admitted, a smile on her face. "you really went all out for this picnic, didn't you?"

matt rolls his eyes playfully, nodding his head. after their little banter, matt and y/n settled in to enjoy their picnic, chatting and catching up as they consumed the food. they talked about everything that had happened in the four days they were apart - stories from work, friends' news, and even simple observations about their surroundings.

while they talked, the horses grazed in the background, occasionally neighing softly as if joining in on the conversation. the sun was warm, its light filtering through the trees and casting dappled patterns on their faces.

after a while, matt surveyed their surroundings, noting the sun's position in the sky. he cleared his throat, catching y/n's attention.

"hey," he said, his voice soft. "i think it's about time we head back. the sun will start setting soon."

he stood up, offering a hand to help her up from the ground. "we don't want to be out here in the dark," he said, a hint of concern in his voice. "plus, i have something else planned for us once we get back."

y/n took his offered hand, standing up next to him and brushing off her dress. she glanced up at him, curiosity piqued by his words. "something else planned?" she asked, a small smile on her face.

matt smirked, the mystery evident in his expression. "you'll see," he said cryptically, gathering up their picnic supplies and returning them to the basket.

y/n's curiosity grew as she watched him pack up, her mind racing with possibilities of what he could have up his sleeve. she tried to ask a few times, but matt only teased her with vague hints and promises that she would see soon enough.

after everything was packed up, matt picked up the basket and slung it over his arm, taking her hand and leading her back to the horses. he helped her mount luna, making sure she was comfortable before mounting his own horse.

"ready to go?" he asked, glancing back at her with a smirk on his face. he already knew the answer, but he liked playing coy. y/n chuckled, rolling her eyes at his behavior. "yes, I'm ready," she replied, a hint of feigned annoyance in her voice.

“can you please tell me what this 'surprise' is already?"

matt laughed, enjoying the fact that he was keeping her in suspense. "patience, my dear," he said, exaggerating his tone. "all will be revealed in good time."

with that, he clicked his tongue softly, the horse setting off at a steady pace. y/n followed behind, still a little frustrated by his refusal to give any details, but also intrigued by his air of secrecy.

once they reached the barn, matt helped y/n dismount this time. showing her how to take the saddles and equipment off the horse and where to put it in the barn. y/n huffs as she realizes just how heavy the saddle really is, dropping it on the rack with a huff.

matt chuckled at y/n's huff of frustration, watching as she dropped the saddle on the rack with a thud. "don’t worry," he said, reassuringly. "you'll get used to it after a while."

he helped her with the rest of the equipment, showing her where to hang the bridles and put the grooming supplies away. once everything was put away, he turned to her with a smile.

“you did great, by the way," he said, his voice sincere. "i’m glad you decided to do this with me baby.”

"now," he continued, gesturing for her to follow him. "ready to see this 'surprise' i’ve been hinting at?"

y/n took a deep breath, her curiosity getting the better of her. she nodded, following him towards the barn door. "yes, i'm ready," she said, a mix of anticipation and hesitation in her voice.

matt led her out of the barn and towards the back where a small cabin was hidden in the trees. their shoes crunching softly on the gravel path. the sun was setting, casting long shadows across the landscape, and the air had cooled down a bit, with a hint of a breeze.

"just a little further," he said, his voice sounding a bit mischievous.

as they approached the cabin, y/n couldn't help but wonder what surprise matt had in store for her. she glanced at his profile, the excitement and nervousness mixing inside her.

they reached the cabin deck, and matt turned to face her, his expression enigmatic. "close your eyes," he said, his voice soft.

y/n's heart skipped a beat at his words. she hesitated for a moment, then closed her eyes, her other senses heightened in anticipation. matt guided her gently up the steps and onto the deck.

"just a few more steps," he whispered, his hand on her back. then, suddenly, he stopped her, his body close to hers.

y/n's heart raced in her chest. the closeness of matt’s body and the anticipation of what was to come made her skin tingle. she resisted the urge to peek, keeping her eyes tightly shut as instructed.

matt took a moment to admire the look on her face—her eyelashes fluttering, her cheeks flushed pink, her lips slightly parted in anticipation. he gently took her hand and positioned her so that she was facing something inside the cabin.

“okay," he whispered, his breath warm on her ear, "you can open your eyes now."

y/n slowly opened her eyes, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the sight in front of her. inside the cabin, the lights were dimmed, and the space was filled with the soft glow of candlelight. the furniture had been rearranged to create a cozy sitting area, and there was a small table set with with plates full of different snacks.

"oh, matt," she breathed, her voice filled with surprise and delight. "it’s beautiful..."

matt smiled, his gaze flicking from her face to the room and back. "i thought you'd like it," he said, his voice soft. "i wanted to create a nice atmosphere for our little reunion.”

he led her into the cabin, gesturing for her to take a seat on the small couch. he sat down beside her, his body still close enough to hers to send shivers down her spine.

y/n took a moment to really look at matt - the way the soft candlelight played over his features, making his eyes twinkle and casting shadows across his cheeks. his presence was magnetic, drawing her in like a moth to a flame. she couldn't help but notice the way his shoulders filled out his shirt, and her thighs clenched involuntarily as she sat next to him on the small couch.

she tried to maintain her composure, feeling a little overwhelmed by the combination of the romantic atmosphere and being in such close proximity to matt. the butterflies in her stomach fluttered like mad as she took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.

matt leaned back against the couch, shifting a little to face her. "so," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice. "what movie do you want to watch?"

y/n couldn't help but feel a little flustered as Matt casually draped his arm over the back of the couch, his hand mere inches from her shoulder. she mentally chided herself, asking why her boyfriend of many years could still send her butterflies reeling with such small actions. it was like she was back in school again, experiencing a crush for the very first time.

she tried to play it cool, shifting her position a little and focusing on the task at hand - picking a movie to watch. but she couldn't help the way her heart quickened as she caught a whiff of his cologne, or the way her fingers itched to reach out and touch his hand.

she cleared her throat, hoping her voice wouldn't betray the sudden wave of nervousness she felt. "i’m not picky," she said, her voice a little huskier than she'd intended. "you can pick whichever you want."

matt grinned at her response, sensing her nervousness. he liked that despite being together for a long time, he still had this effect on her. he shifted his arm a little, his hand now lightly resting against her shoulder, his fingertips grazing the bare skin just above the collar of her shirt.

matt chuckled at her response, his fingers tracing small circles on her shoulder. "this night is all about you," he said, his voice low and smooth. "i know we already did the horse riding for me today, but that doesn't mean i can't pamper my girl a little bit."

he gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, his touch firm and reassuring. "so tell me what you want. do you want to watch a movie, listen to music, or just sit and talk?"

y/n's breath hitched in her throat as she watched matt's tongue dart out to moisten his bottom lip, her gaze fixated on the simple, but erotic gesture. her mind flitted between making a smart-alec remark and just leaning over to kiss him senseless. she swallowed, trying to gather her thoughts, but her voice came out a little breathier than she intended.

"I...I don't mind," she said, her voice betraying a bit of her inner turbulence.

she shifted uncomfortably on the couch, her body heating up from his proximity and the anticipation of what might happen next. she was torn between wanting to keep things light and platonic, and the growing desire to just throw caution to the wind and act on the need she felt pooling in her core.

matt seemed to sense her internal struggle, and a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. he leaned in a little closer, his hand moving to rest on her thigh, his warm touch sending shivers down her spine.

"you okay baby?" he teased, his voice dropping a half octave. "is everything alright?"

y/n gave a small, nervous laugh, trying to ignore the shivers his touch was sending through her system. "yeah, I'm fine," she said, her voice a little shaky. "just...a little distracted, i guess."

she swallowed, her eyes flicking up to meet his gaze, the desire to lean into his touch almost overwhelming.

y/n was feeling a myriad of emotions. there was the ever-present fondness and comfort that she normally felt around matt, but now there was a new layer of tension and desire. his proximity, his touch, his voice - it all served to send her system into overdrive.

she was trying to act cool and nonchalant, but it was difficult when all she wanted to do was crawl into his lap and show him how much she missed him. y/n was fighting a losing battle. the desire to close the small gap between them and show him just how much she missed him was getting stronger with each passing moment. she could feel her body reacting to his every small movement, her skin sensitive to the slightest brush of his fingertips on her thigh.

she took a deep, shaky breath, her eyes locking with his. "i...i've missed you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"it's been a long week..." she continued, her voice getting huskier with each word. "i've been thinking about you non-stop. and now...now that you're here, i just--"

she trailed off, her words cut short as she felt his thumb gently stroke her thigh, the simple touch sending a wave of heat through her body.

matt listened intently, his smile growing slightly as he sensed her growing need. he could feel the heat of her skin on his hand, the softness of her thighs as he gently stroked them. her familiar scent, a mix of her perfume and the unique, personal scent that was inherently her, sent his hormones into overdrive.

he could tell she was struggling to maintain her composure, and part of him wanted to press further, to tease and push and see how much she could take. but another part of him wanted to stay in this moment, to savor the tension between them.

he kept his voice calm and casual, disguising the storm of desire brewing inside. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice a little raspier than he'd intended. "what exactly have you been thinking, hmm?"

his hand continued to move slowly over her thigh, his touch gentle but firm, the heat from her skin through the thin fabric of her pants driving him wild.

she looked up him, her eyes wide and a little vulnerable. he could see the mix emotions in them, her desire warring with her usual hesitations. "i’ve just...," she started, her voice trailing off as his fingers moved a little higher up her leg.

"i’ve just been thinking...about you," she continued, her words coming out in a whisper. "about us. about how much i've missed being with you like this."

matt's hand continued to move, his touch growing a little more possessive as he shifted on the sofa, bringing himself closer to her. "i’ve missed you too," he said, his voice a low grumble. "you have no idea how hard it's been this week."

matt laughed, a little huskily, his hand inching higher on her thigh. "let’s just say i didn't mind watching you ride the horse earlier," he said, his voice a low rumble. "especially when i got to watch that pretty little dress ride up your thighs every time you moved.

y/n's eyes widened at his confession, her cheeks flushing a pretty pink. she was caught somewhere between surprise, embarrassment, and...desire. she hadn't realized her dress had been riding up as she rode the horse earlier, and the thought of matt watching her without her knowing sent a thrill through her.

"you saw that?" she asked, her voice a little hoarse.

matt chuckled, clearly enjoying her reaction. "oh, i saw it," he said, his hand continuing to make small, slow circles on her thigh. "how could i not? you were moving your hips in just the right way."

y/n laughed nervously, her mind immediately flicking back to their earlier ride. she hadn't been thinking about her movements, just focusing on staying balanced on the horse. to know that Matt had been watching her, noticing every little movement, was both humiliating and strangely arousing.

she looked at him, her gaze a mix of sheepishness and amusement. "i didn't mean to give you a show," she teased, her voice a little wobbly. "i was just trying to stay on the horse."

matt’s smile widened at her response, clearly enjoying her reaction. "and you did great," he murmured, his hand now gently squeezing her thigh.

"you looked...amazing."

his voice was low, filled with a mixture of appreciation and desire. "you always look amazing," he clarified, his tone growing a little huskier. "but there was something about watching you on that horse...it was like every movement you made was a tease."

y/n's head was swimming, her body responding to his words in a way she wasn't prepared for. "a tease, huh?" she said, trying to keep her voice light despite the desire coursing through her.

she shifted a little on the couch, her body unconsciously moving closer to his, the heat between them growing palpable.

her voice was a little breathless, betraying the effect his words were having on her. "well...i guess i can't help it if i have a certain effect on you," she said, a hint of a flirt in her voice. "especially if you're watching me so closely."

he leaned in a little closer, his face now just inches from hers. "and i’m going to keep watching," he continued, his voice a rumbling whisper. "so don't be surprised if your every move starts to feel like a teaser."

his hand moved higher up her leg, his fingers skimming over the edge of her panties, a thrill shooting through her body at the contact.

"especially if you keep moving like that," he mumbled, his breath hot against her ear.

y/n shivered at the sensation, her body hyper-sensitive to his touch. "you...you're enjoying this a little too much," she said, her voice a little shaky.

matt's fingers continued to tease at the edge of her panties waistband, his pointer finger slipping under slowly. y/n gasped quietly, her knees widening involuntarily, allowing his hand to explore further. He chuckled, enjoying the effect he was having on her.

his hand then moved out of the waistband, but not before gently caressing her skin with his finger. "don’t worry," he murmured, his voice a low grumble. "i’m going to enjoy this a lot more soon enough."

his hand slid back up her thigh, his touch possessive. "but for now, i think i'm going to keep touching you, just to see how many more pretty noises i can get out of you."

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Too Damn Long // C.S. pt3

by 💋Natalie💋

summary: chris hasn't jerked off in six weeks and desperately wants to get off

mentions: @oversturn @flowerxbunnie @mattsd0ll @royasworldsblog

warnings: SMUT / mommy kink / sub(ish)!chris / sharing is caring / minors dni

DISCLAIMER: these stories are fictional :) we do not actually legitimately think matt and chris would share a partner

text - reader

text - chris sturniolo

Word Count: 1717

“So wet,” he breathed out, dragging his middle finger painfully slowly through her slick folds, licking tenderly at her clit. Her body jolted a little bit, fingers tugging at Chris’s soft curls. “Fuck, Mama,” he whispered, peering up at her through his eyelashes, a smirk finding its way onto his smug face. “Almost forgot how wet you get for me.” he hummed. He slipped his finger into her with ease, his knuckle burying in her folds.

She squirmed underneath him, rocking her hips forward in a pathetic attempt to get him to give her more. Chris obliged and began circling her soft bundle of nerves with his tongue at a steady slow pace. He retracted his finger that had been buried in her heat, her desperate whine nearly making him lose all the self control he had, which wasn’t much to begin with. “What’s the matter, mommy? You didn’t like that?” he purred. He ghosted his lips over her sensitive clit, his gaze never leaving her blissed out face. “I can fix that.”

“Ch-Chris, if you don’t stop t-teasing me,” she warned, a shaky exhale following her words. Her threat was open ended, she didn’t know where she planned on going with it. All she knew was that she didn’t want him to tease her, she wanted control tonight…but she also didn’t want him to stop.

“Mmm?” Chris hummed, his eyes hooded as he looked up at her, the dark room making them glow with a taunting curiosity. “Just trying to take care of ya, Ma,” he stated, flicking his tongue against her clit once more. He removed his hand from between her legs, a displeased sound coming from the back of her throat. Chris found this rather amusing, chuckling as he pulled her closer to him by her waist.

He dipped his head lower, letting his tongue flatten against her heat. He moaned, she tasted like heaven. His eyes fluttered closed, messy hair falling in front of his face as he took his time, treasuring the taste of her after having been without it for so long. Her soft whimpers made his dick ache, he pressed his hips against the side of the mattress, hoping to get some relief while he took care of her. One of his hands ran up her thigh, the other holding her lower back, pulling her impossibly closer to his face. “God you get so fucking wet for me,” he huffed out.

“Chris, please just-”

“Fuck, please sit on my face,” he groaned, his fingers digging into her soft plush thigh. “Please. I’ll beg ya for that, I don’t care,” He rambled.

She looked down at the boy nestled between her legs, his lips pressing tender kisses to her inner thighs. “Beg me.”

Chris froze. “Wh-What?”

“You said it, sweet boy, not me,” she teased him. “Beg me.”

Chris swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes flickering to look at the beautiful sight in front of him; her pretty pink folds that glimmer with her slick arousal, her entrance that was already a drooling puddle of desire for him. “God, please,” he croaked out. “Look at you, fuck I need you to ruin me. Please…anything you want,” he continued, his hand inching closer and closer to her pelvis. “I’ll be so good, mommy. Please, fuck- please sit on my face,” he looked up into her eyes, his glossing over with pure lust and adoration. “Ride my face, suffocate me, get off on my tongue,” he continued.

“Such a filthy little mind,” she replied. “How often did you think about this, baby?”

Baby. His cock throbbed, straining against his boxers, pre-cum leaking from his flushed pink tip. He groaned at the nickname, one that she so rarely used for him. Sweet boy and pretty boy were her go-to’s, and he wasn’t complaining, but baby was different. It was possessive. It was avaricious. It was selfish. She wanted him. She desired him.

“Every day,” he confessed. His thumb gently rubbed circles against her clit, watching in awe as her legs spread open, just the tiniest bit more, craving more from him. “Please, mommy. I need it. I just wanna make you feel good.” He couldn’t tear his eyes away. The way she would melt as he circled her clit, the way her thighs would close in, the way she couldn’t even muster up a response. “I can make you feel so good,” he continued, leaning in and pressing a light kiss to her folds, his lips glossy with her juices. “Y’know I can, mama. Y’know I can take such good care of you. I can make your pretty pussy feel so fucking good.”

God he’s such a slut.

She pulled on his hair, a soft grunt escaping him as he was forced away from the heat between her legs. Chris felt his chin being lifted, his eyes locking with hers. “Get on the fucking bed.”

In record time, Chris scrambled to his feet, crawling onto the bed and seating himself next to her. He nestled his head into the crook of her neck, nipping and sucking softly at the unmarked skin. He’d stop every few seconds, knowing that if he left any trace on her that he’d most likely wake up one night with his dick chopped off, courtesy of Matt. But still…what’s the thrill in not testing the waters a little bit?

She grabbed a fistfull of his hair, tugging on it to pull his head back, being gentle enough to not hurt him. Her eyes flickered down to his crotch, the tent in his boxers was impossible to miss. “Did that get you all riled up again?” she asked, caressing his cheek with her free hand, her thumb running along his rough stubbly jawline. “Aww, do you get off on making me feel good?” she questioned him, clearly already knowing the answer.

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” he admitted. He gently took her hand that stroked his cheek, kissing her knuckles while his eyes fell closed once again. “Fuck, all I care about is making you feel good,” he said between kisses, his lips lingering on her fingers.

“Do you trust me?” She asked.

“O-Of course, Ma. More than anything.”

She smiled. “Do you know your safeword?”

His pupils dilated. Chris licked his lips as he nodded.

“Nuh uh, say it.”

“B-But-”

He was interrupted by his own raspy voice, a moan eliciting from the back of his throat. Sweet blissful warmth washed over him as her hand palmed him through his boxers. His balls ached, desperate to be drained of his burning desire. He hissed in a sharp inhale, doing everything he could to not lift his hips and grind up into her touch.

“Say it, Christopher.”

“R-Red,” he obeyed. “It’s r-red. M-My safeword- fuck,” he whimpered. “I-It’s r-r-r-”

“Say it one more time, baby,” she cooed. “I have to make sure you know it.”

“Red,” he whined, his head lulling to the side as he looked over at her, his eyelids hooded just as they had been earlier. “P-Please, I know it. I p-promise-”

“Such a good boy,” she whispered to him, his heart leaping at her praise. His dick throbbed under her touch, and he lifted his hips just a little. “Lay down and take your boxers off for me, okay?” She instructed, rewarding him with a few long drawn out strokes.

It took a moment to regain clarity, but once she removed her hand and his mind was no longer clouded with pleasure, Chris followed her every instruction. He laid himself back onto the bed, his head resting against the pillows. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, lifting his hips enough to push them down to his thighs, his aching shaft springing free to rest against his stomach. Pre-cum dribbled from his swollen pink tip, his cock twitching in anticipation. What the hell does she have planned? She never makes me relay our safeword.

He watched her intently as she got off of the bed, he almost growled at the idea of her sweet juices running down her thighs, going to waste. Confusion was clear on his face as she left the room. He tried not to think too much about it, he just sat and waited for her return.

When she came back, a smile crept onto her face. “I half expected to come back and see you touching yourself,” she giggled.

Chris parted his lips to speak, but no words came out. He licked his lips, watching hungrily as she sauntered back over to the bed, crawling her way to the headboard where Chris waited patiently. “Such a good boy,” she praised him again, seating herself onto his thighs. Chris gasped, his dick throbbing once…twice…three times as he felt her slick folds glide along his length.

He didn’t even realize he had been blindfolded until he blinked and saw nothing but darkness. Oh fuck me. “Wh-What-”

“You’re gonna be a good little puppy boy for me, right?” she hummed.

Chris choked on his saliva, coughing to try and regain his composure. His dick lurched at her tender words coated in a sick twisted sweetness, his face grew hot with a blush that was sure to remain on his cheeks for the next week. “Y-Yes, mommy. I-I promise,” he whispered. “Please, God I fucking need you,” he panted, his chest rising and falling with heavy uneven breaths.

“Lay back,” she told him, and he did so immediately.

“You don’t get to cum until I do. Do you understand?”

He nodded his head vigorously, desperate to get her on top of him already. “I understand.” He spoke, not wanting to delay this moment any longer.

“That’s mommy’s good boy,” she hummed lowly, and Chris felt the weight on either side of his head dip, the heat from her thighs making his face grow even more hot with desire. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. “Go ahead, pretty boy,” she spoke, granting him access to what he had craved for so long. For what he spent the last ten minutes begging for. But when she said those words to him, he had suddenly realized why she asked him for his safeword. Because as she spoke, the humming in the room didn’t stop.

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a/n: huh do yall hear that? i wonder what that sound could be

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solarsturniolo · 10 months

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𝕿𝖔𝖔 𝕯𝖆𝖒𝖓 𝕷𝖔𝖓𝖌 // 𝕮.𝕾. // 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊

𝖇𝖞 𝕹𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖊💋

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: chris hasn't jerked off in six weeks and desperately wants to get off

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: SMUT / mommy kink / sub(ish)!chris / mentions of puppy sub kink/ sharing is caring :) / minors dni

𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗: these stories are fictional :) I do not actually legitimately think matt and chris would share a partner.

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1717

“Chris, please just-”

“Fuck, please sit on my face,” he groaned, his fingers digging into her soft plush thigh. “Please. I’ll beg ya for that, I don’t care,” He rambled.

She looked down at the boy nestled between her legs, his lips pressing tender kisses to her inner thighs. “Beg me.”

Chris froze. “Wh-What?”

“You said it, sweet boy, not me,” she teased him. “Beg me.”

Chris swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes flickering to look at the beautiful sight in front of him; her pretty pink folds that glimmer with her slick arousal, her entrance that was already a drooling puddle of desire for him. “God, please,” he whispered, he croaked out. “Look at you, fuck I need you to ruin me. Please…anything you want,” he continued, his hand inching closer and closer to her pelvis. “I’ll be so good, mommy. Please, fuck- please sit on my face,” he looked up into her eyes, his glossing over with pure lust and adoration. “Ride my face, suffocate me, get off on my tongue,” he continued.

“Such a filthy little mind,” she replied. “How often did you think about this, baby?”

God he’s such a slut.

She pulled on his hair, a soft grunt escaping him as he was forced away from the heat between her legs. Chris felt his chin being lifted, his eyes locking with hers. “Get on the fucking bed.”

“Do you trust me?” She asked.

“O-Of course, Ma. More than anything.”

She smiled. “Do you know your safe word?”

His pupils dilated. Chris licked his lips as he nodded.

“Nuh uh, say it.”

“B-But-”

“Say it, Christopher.”

“R-Red,” he obeyed. “It’s r-red. M-My safeword- fuck,” he whimpered. “I-It’s r-r-r-”

“Say it one more time, baby,” she cooed. “I have to make sure you know it.”

“Red,” he whined, his head lulling to the side as he looked over at her, his eyelids hooded just as they had been earlier. “P-Please, I know it. I p-promise-”

When she came back, a smile crept onto her face. “I half expected to come back and see you touching yourself,” she giggled.

He didn’t even realize he had been blindfolded until he blinked and saw nothing but darkness. Oh fuck me. “Wh-What-”

“You’re gonna be a good little puppy boy for me, right?” she hummed.

“Lay back,” she told him, and he did so immediately.

“You don’t get to cum until I do. Do you understand?”

He nodded his head vigorously, desperate to get her on top of him already. “I understand.” He spoke, not wanting to delay this moment any longer.

“That’s mommy’s good boy,” she hummed lowly, and Chris felt the weight on either side of his head dip, the heat from her thighs making his face grow even more hot with desire. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. “Go ahead, pretty boy,” she spoke, granting him access to what he had craved for so long. For what he spent the last ten minutes begging for. But when she said those words to him, he had suddenly realized why she asked him for his safe word because, as she spoke, the humming in the room didn’t stop.

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: huh do yall hear that? I wonder what that sound could be... part 3 re-upload complete! please reblog and share :) let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list! lots of love 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻❕

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recklesssturniolo · 10 months

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Watch - M.S

Sub!matt for u all, mommy kink, Matt’s POV

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

I sat smiling as I watched Y/N joke around with my brothers at the warehouse, she had basically destroyed both Nick and Chris in a game of pool. Chris being a sore loser tossed his stick to the ground claiming she somehow was a cheater.

“Blah blah you’re just mad you’re shit at pool” She laughed, bending over to pick up the stick Chris tossed. Unaware at the fact that as she bent over I got a view of her dark blue lace panties from her skirt riding up. Turning me on pretty much immediately. Trying to ignore the hard on slowly growing in my pants, I simply begin scrolling on my phone. Hearing some slight yelling, my eyes flicker up curious as to what’s going on.

“Chris I swear to fucking god do not throw that you’re going to break something. Put it down now” Y/N demands.

“No thank you I’ll pass” Chris smiles.

“Seriously Chris, give it to me now and go sit the fuck down somewhere else” She instructs.

Why the fuck was her being bossy and her tone of voice hot? I’d heard her nagging at Chris before but I’ve never been turned on by her acting that way until now. I continue to watch the scene unfold until she once again bends over to pick up whatever Chris was going to throw, except this time she bent over further. Giving me a perfect view of her clothed pussy. I internally groan, now fully hard and wanting to just rip her panties off and fuck her, but I also couldn’t get over how hot she is when bossy and demanding.

Chris ends up listening and both him and Nick go into another room to do god knows what. As Y/N walks over to me, I can’t help but get hornier.

“God Chris can be such a pain in the ass” She sighs, completely unaware of how much I needed her.

“I need you” I say honestly, not having any patience to wait.

“Aw is Matty horny?” She smirks.

I grab her hand and place it on my dick, “Does the fact my dick is about to bust open my pants from how hard I am answer your question?”

“Come on then” She nods, grabbing my hand and bringing me to the office, shutting the door behind me. Kissing me, but only momentarily.

“Sit” She demands after grabbing a chair and placing it directly in front of a desk.

Immediately surprised at the fact she seemed to be taking a dominant role in this, I do as she says. My jaw drops as I watch her sit on the desk, remove her panties and spread her legs.

“Oh you want me to eat you out?” I ask.

“You’re gonna sit and watch me play with myself, understood?” She responds.

“I - what? Your pussy is too fucking pretty for me to just sit here, you’re already wet and you’re expecting me to just sit and watch?” I ask shocked at the words that left her mouth.

“That’s exactly what you’re going to do. Don’t you wanna be a good boy for me?” She smirks.

I nod my head in response, honestly just hoping if I did ask she said I’d be able to get what I wanted faster. I stare intently as she moves her hand down and begins to play with herself. Moving circles on her clit and moving her fingers between her now glistening slits from how wet she was. Moans leaving her mouth as she did so.

“This feels so good Matty” She moans out.

“Fucking hell please let me taste you” I groan out, now palming myself through my pants, desperate for any sensation.

“Don’t touch yourself. Keep your hands on your lap” She demands, as she moves a finger inside of herself. I swear I’m going to go insane.

I do as she says and stop palming myself, immediately wanting the sensation to return and for her to let me touch her. She looked incredible but god I wanted to be the one making her feel good.

“Good boy” She smiles. Now adding a second finger inside of herself. Her pace quickening.

“I - oh my god please I need you please?” I say, now begging.

“You wanna make mommy feel good pretty boy?” She replies.

“Yes yes I’ll be such a good boy for you mommy” I say nodding my head repeatedly.

“Get over here and on your knees then” She demands.

I swear I’ve never moved so fast in my life. The second my knees hit the ground I was licking between her folds, sucking on her clit, doing anything and everything to be able to taste her more.

“Fuck baby just like that, you’re making me feel so good” She moans, now pulling at my hair.

“Tastes so good mommy” I say from between her legs.

I continue eating her out, but can’t help myself from picturing her mouth on my dick, at this point feeling as if I could come in my pants just from eating her out, but I wanted, no needed her to touch me.

“Can you - can you suck my dick” I whimper.

“But baby you haven’t even made me come yet? You really think you deserve that?” She replies.

“I just need you so bad mommy. I’ll make you come on my dick. Please” I beg, my thumb still rubbing circles on her clit.

“Only since you’ve been such a good boy for me, go sit” She responds, causing me to instantly get up and sit back on the chair, beginning to unbutton my pants and finally release my dick.

She sits on her knees, and watches as I basically tear my clothes off, her removing her top as well. My dick slapping my stomach as I take my boxers off. I notice a small smirk on her face and know she’s planning something.

She puts her hand up to my mouth before demanding, “Spit”

I do as she says, spitting on her palm. Watching as she brings her hand down to my dick and begins stroking me.

“Look at you, your legs are shaking already and I’ve barely touched you” She says.

Fuck she looked so hot on her knees for me. I move my hands to grab her breasts but she stops me.

“No touching” She says looking up at me. I let a whine fall from my mouth but nonetheless nod my head.

She uses her tongue and swirls it around my tip, putting it into her mouth but only the tip.

“More fuck take it all please mommy” I whimper.

“Be patient baby” She replies.

“At least let me touch you” I say, throwing my head back.

“Keep being a good boy and you’ll be able to touch all of me” She smirks back.

Without warning she takes all of me into her mouth, my dick now continuously hitting the back of her throat as she bobs her head. An immediate string of curse words quietly leaving my mouth as she did.

“Holy fuck oh my god feels so good” I whimper, my eyes squeezing shut and my legs continuing to tremble as I try to control myself from coming fast.

“Yeah? Is mommy making you feel good Matty?” She says, taking my dick out of her mouth momentarily and using her hand to stroke me to allow herself to catch her breath.

“Yes so good. I don’t think I can last much longer, I’m going to come” I tell her, looking down at her.

“You’re not coming until I say you can pretty boy” She says while making direct eye contact with me.

“I can’t - take it any longer I need to be inside you please mommy” I stutter.

She strokes my face before replying, “Okay pretty boy but you better fuck me good”

“I will” I reply.

She guides me back over to the table, situating herself on the edge and laying down. I slide my dick up and down her folds a few times before aligning myself with her entrance. Without a second thought I slowly push myself into her, then hearing her moan.

“S-so tight” I grunt. Thrusting my hips in and out. Moving my hands to play with her breasts - finally being allowed to touch her.

“You better fuck me harder than this if you’re wanting to come in me Matty” She says, her grip already tight on my hands that I had placed on her waist.

I dont respond but immediately pick up my pace, both of us having a flow of moans and whimpers coming from our mouths.

“Good boy baby, keep going, fuck right there” She moans.

“Am I making you feel good mommy” I ask between pants.

“So good Matty” She replies as her back arches.

“I’m gonna come soon” I whimper, feeling my legs once again starting to shake, needing to release myself.

“You’re gonna come with mommy okay?” She smirks.

“Yes yes” I respond, unable to think of anything better than that.

I continue pounding into her, her moans being music to my ears, my whimpers becoming louder the closer I got.

“God fuck, let go baby, come with me” She groans out.

After a couple more thrusts we’re both slurring our words, endless moans from us both, me now using the table to hold myself up. She sits up and cups my face, planting a kiss on my lips, smirking before saying, “my good boy”

“God why the fuck haven’t you been dominant like that before? Do you know how hot that was?” I ask, knowing I’ll be replaying this in my head for god knows how long.

She shrugs in response, “Didn’t even think I had it in me until today, also didn’t think you could be so needy”

“Once I saw your blue panties I knew it was game over” I smirked, knowing she was still not aware I even saw.

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pinksturniolo · 6 months

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If I Can’t Have You, No One Can - Part Two

Matt Sturniolo x Fem Reader

Summary: Matt can’t seem to stand the fact that he can’t have you to himself. He knows it’s wrong to want you. After all, you’ve been dating his best friend for the past few months. But he never claimed to be a good guy. And he’s more than willing to show you just what you’ve been missing.

Content warnings (not in every part): smut, oral, fingering, raw sex, cheating, unhealthy relationship, obsession, use of alcohol

matt being a dirty little simp in this part 👀

word count: 4,260

Matt’s POV

I thought about her all fucking night long, I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing her face and remembering the way her lips tasted on mine. I tossed and turned, the tent in my sweatpants growing, my dick so hard it was painful, until I found myself pulling them down in a haste and thrusting into my hand only to cum a mere 60 seconds later all over my stomach.

To be honest, that wasn’t the first time I touched myself to the thought of Y/N.

But now that I knew the feeling of her kiss, finally able to lay my hands on the soft skin of her waist, and hear her moan…

I could easily jerk off again to the thought of it, already feeling my self grow hard for the second time.

But I needed more, I craved more.

I feared that she wouldn’t talk to me after that kiss, that maybe I crossed the line. But I also didn’t regret it. The tension between us had been building for a while and I wanted her more than anything.

Boyfriend or no boyfriend.

When I first met her, I was attracted right away. My heart sank when Mark introduced her as his girlfriend. She had this magnetic energy I was drawn to, and a smile that made my heart race in my chest. She spoke with confidence and was naturally funny without even trying. The more she came around, the more positive things I noticed about her, and I couldn’t help myself from staring at her when she talked, or walked, or did anything really.

I felt like an idiot for falling for a girl I had only known for a couple months, no less a girl that was with one of my best friends. Mark was a decent guy and he seemed to really like her. At first. But there was just no chemistry there, and anyone with a working brain could see that there wasn’t much of a connection. Sure, they looked good together but that’s all it was.

I kept my thoughts and feelings to myself though, being respectful and polite when they were around. Whenever it was just her at the house without Mark, she seemed more comfortable and would joke around more. I found myself looking forward to the weekends when she would come and just hang out, sometimes spending the night in Nick’s room.

But when I was alone, thoughts of her lips, her eyes, her body consumed me. More than often, I gave into my needs, my fist wrapped around my cock, moaning out her name, panting and sweating until I came in my hand. I just couldn’t help myself when it came to her. No other girl piqued my interest, and it frustrated me to no end because I couldn’t do anything about it.

If I made a move on her, she would without a doubt reject me. That would be cheating. I couldn’t talk to my brothers about it because they would think I’m insane for sure. I’m sure they noticed that I felt some type of way though, always making suggestive comments and giving me suspicious looks when she was around.

There was one night when I thought maybe, just maybe she might feel the same way I did. We had all gone out that day to random places in the city, thrifting and just walking around. Once the sun started to set, we decided to drive back to the house and watch a movie on the couch like usual.

It was just me and her, sitting in the car and waiting for Chris and Nick while they were in the gas station getting snacks. She looked out the passenger window, the look on her face like she was deep in thought. The little scrunch in her eyebrows and the way her bottom lip stick out slightly whenever she was zoned out like that was incredibly cute to me.

“What’s on your mind?” I asked, causing her to break her focus and look over to me, her expression sheepish.

“Oh, nothing important.” she replied, shaking her head with a small smile and looking down at her lap.

“Don’t do that.” I spoke.

“Do what?” She said, looking back up at me.

“You always brush off personal questions. Like you’re afraid to open up.”

She chuckled. “Trust me, you don’t want to know what I’m thinking about.” She looked back out the window, a suggestive tone in her voice, making me even more curious.

“Try me.”

A few seconds of silence passes.

“Have you ever had a secret Matt? Like a secret you couldn’t tell anyone?” She turns towards me.

“Yeah, sure. Doesn’t everyone?”

“No, I mean like a secret so bad, it would change everything. Even hurt someone?”

“…..Okay do I need to be worried?”

She laughs, a sound I could never get tired of. My heart starts to race at what secret she could possibly be talking about, and the look on her face is unreadable.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to be dramatic. I just… I have a secret that I haven’t talked about with anyone, not even Mark…. especially not Mark.”

“Are you okay? Like, he’s not doing anything bad is he-“

“No, no. Nothing like that. It’s… something I did that’s bad.”

Her eyes are filled with desperation as she looks at me, like she’s terrified of what I’m going to say.

I grab her hand instinctively, and the feeling of her skin against mine is amazing. It’s a simple act, but it elicits a fire within me.

“What could you possibly do that’s so bad? I won’t judge you, I promise.” I tell her.

The eye contact is driving me insane, the tension in the car now thick as she squeezes my hand.

“That’s the thing Matt… I’m scared you will.”

Before she can say anything more, the back door opens, and Nick and Chris come climbing in.

She drops my hand and turns back to face the front of her seat, making my heart sink.

Chris opens his bag of chips, immediately chewing obnoxiously while Nick thumps on the back of my seat. “Come on, Matt! I got ice cream, and I don’t want it to melt!”

I roll my eyes, and sigh heavily, backing out of the parking lot.

“What’s up his ass?” Nick asks, looking at Y/N. She simply shrugs, looking out the window again, silent for the rest of the car ride.

She never brought up the conversation again, even making an excuse to leave that night instead of watching the movie with us. I felt horrible, like I upset her in some way. After that night, she started to be distant and her visits less and less frequent.

Until eventually, she stopped coming at all. Every time one of us would call or text her to ask where she was or what was wrong, she either answered with an extremely dry response or didn’t even bother to answer at all.

Chris and Nick constantly bombarded me with questions, asking what the fuck happened in the car that night and I just told them I had no clue, never mentioning her “secret.” Whenever Mark came around, it only annoyed me, having to see his face instead of hers.

He acted like it didn’t really matter if she was there or not, which aggravated me. He avoided questions of where or how she was. He seemed to have the time of his life without her around. I could tell he never appreciated her, never took care of her the way she actually deserved, and most likely didn’t satisfy her in the way she needed.

I knew it was wrong, but I started to despise my best friend. I felt like a jealous teenager in high school again, but I just couldn’t get her out of my thoughts, especially now that I had no clue as to why she stopped coming around. I constantly thought about our last conversation, and if her big secret had anything to do with me.

Why else would she bring it up to me? I started to obsess over it, over her. Thoughts and pictures of her while I touched myself in my bed, in the shower, fuck, even on the couch when no one was home, wasn’t enough. It was pathetic. I needed to see her.

✿

It was 2 a.m., the moon hung brightly in the sky, illuminating the dark night. There weren’t many people out on the streets, and I had the car windows rolled down, the brisk spring air feeling cool against my face.

I’m not sure what the fuck I was doing, all I knew, was that I couldn’t sit at home anymore. I originally intended to go for a night drive to clear my head, but instead, I found myself driving to her house.

I’m not even sure what I planned on doing when I got there. I couldn’t tell her I was coming, given the fact that my calls were currently going straight to her voicemail, and I for damn sure wasn’t going to knock on her door. She definitely didn’t want to see me if she couldn’t even bother to answer the phone.

So, I awkwardly parked across the street from her apartment complex. The light in her bedroom window shone, and I could see clearly into it because her curtains were open. Her apartment was on the first floor, near the street, a couple trees surrounding it but if you were in the right spot, you could see most of the room.

I had only been over a couple times, with my brothers and Jackson when we decided to have movie night there. It was always a running joke how easily someone could spy on her if she left her curtains open, and now here I was, doing the exact same thing.

She sat on her bed, her lugs tucked under her, computer on her lap. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, her pajamas on. She looked content, focused on whatever she was working on.

I felt like such a fucking creep.

If Chris and Nick knew what I was currently doing, they would have me taken away to the loony bin in a strait jacket for sure.

I convinced myself this was insane and was about to drive away when I saw Mark enter through her bedroom door, and she got up, setting her computer down and putting her arms around him in a hug. His hands wrapped around her waist, nuzzling his head into her neck.

My heart raced in my chest, my cheeks flushing at seeing them together. The anger was radiating off me as I watched them embrace for a few more seconds and then kiss, moving down to her bed. It was like watching a car crash, it was horrible, but I couldn’t look away.

He lay down next to her, holding her while she laid her head on his chest. I could still see her face.

She looked happy.

I never drove off so fast in my life. I couldn’t bear to watch one more second and I felt disgusting for even intruding on her private moment like that.

It was hard to sleep that night, my mind racing with thoughts of his hands on her, touching her in the ways I so desperately wanted.

As crazy as it was, I found myself going back a few more times, on the nights where I just couldn’t get her off my mind. Thankfully, he wasn’t there, and I would stay for a few minutes, just watching while she worked, read or scrolled aimlessly on her phone. She looked so beautiful, and all I wanted was to be there with her, even if it meant sitting in my car across the street like an absolute maniac.

And to my surprise when she finally came over again after three excruciating long weeks, I couldn’t just tell her I had been stalking her at least once a week. But her body language and the way she got so nervous when I asked her why she had been ignoring me, made it click in my head. The tension between us, and the night she brought up a “secret.” She had to have feelings like I did.

So, I had to confront her, and when she kissed me back, it only confirmed to me what she felt.

But that had been a week ago, and I was back to pining over her, not hearing from her since then.

Until Jackson called on a Friday night, asking me and Nick to come over to her house where they were having game night. Chris had left earlier that day for plans he had made with some of his friends.

As we pulled into her apartment complex, it was embarrassing how excited I was to see her again. I knew I had to get her alone somehow and talk to her about last week.

Nick knocked on the door, it opening to reveal her behind it, looking gorgeous as ever. Her hair was down, her natural curls falling, and she was in a pair of tiny shorts and a plain tank top, a bright smile on her face and her cheeks tinted with a light blush when she saw me.

God, I wanted nothing more then to pin her against the wall right now, ripping off those shorts she was teasing me with and tell her all the ways I could ruin her.

My dick was already straining in my pants as we walked in, sitting around her kitchen table. I forced myself to calm down, thinking of sad puppies and make a wish kids.

There was already a game of Uno started when we joined in and Nick immediately announced he would win, causing Jackson to get serious. They were annoyingly competitive.

It was hard to focus on the game though, as Y/N was staring at me, teeth sinking into her bottom lip like she was contemplating something. I tried really hard to participate, but I felt my self-resolve slipping as I stared back, letting my eyes roam over her body. Her bare thighs squished together on the chair, her shirt riding up slightly, showing the skin of her hips.

It took everything in me not to audibly groan, the desire coursing through my veins. I had to figure out a way to get her alone, and my thoughts continued to wander when I heard her voice pull me back to reality. “Matt?”

My head snapped up, and her eyebrows were raised in expectation, everyone now looking at me.

“Yeah?” I asked, realizing I was too in my head earlier to hear her the first time.

“I said, I need to talk to you.” She replied, getting up from the table and setting her cards down. She walked to her room and my heart jumped as I got up as well, following her.

“Anyways…. Where were we...” I heard Nick say to Jackson, his voice fading as I stepped into her room down the hall, shutting the door behind me.

She stood a few feet away from me as I stayed near the door, unsure if I should move any closer. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.

Finally, she spoke, her voice a little shaky. “Matt, I want to talk about what happened.”

“Okay.” I say, gaining the courage to move towards her and her arms are down by her side, clutching onto the hem of her shorts nervously.

“I’m not sure this is a good idea… I mean- obviously, it’s not.” She says and I now stand a few inches from her, close enough to feel the warmth radiating between us.

“It’s not.” I reply and her eyes flicker from mine to my lips. I can see the black of her pupils expanding, the pulse in her neck jumping.

“And I want to do the right thing…” she continues, and I can’t help but attach my hands to her hips, like they have a mind of their own, causing her to pause in her words.

My thumbs brush over the bare skin there between her shirt and her shorts, rubbing mindless circles. The energy bouncing back and forth is almost too intense, our faces now dangerously close.

“Y/N. There’s absolutely nothing wrong you can do in my eyes.” I tell her and she sighs, her breath fanning against my lips, her arms now coming up to wrap around my neck, her body relaxing into me.

There’s a lot that needs to be said, feelings to unpack, and things we need to discuss. I know that. She knows that. But right now, in this moment, the only thing I can think about, the only thing I can feel is her.

“Just let me show you, please. Let me make you feel good, Y/N.” I breathe, tightening my hands around her waist and she crashes her lips onto mine, tongues meshing and teeth clashing as we kiss for the second time, even more desperate than the last.

Our lips move in sync, smacking sounds filling the room. Her hands tug on my hair as I pull her bottom lip between my teeth, sucking, and she moans into my mouth. I trail my lips down her jaw, onto her neck, breathing in her scent. “You smell so fucking good.” I say, holding her even tighter to me and I feel her nipples harden through her shirt as I suck on her neck harshly, flicking my tongue after to soothe it, leaving the beginning of bruises on her soft skin.

I hope he fucking sees them.

“Matt…” She whimpers, pulling on my hair again, making me groan against her. I’ve never been harder than I am right now, her sounds and smell intoxicating, the feeling of her supple hips in my hands. I grip them, moving her to the bed and hover on top of her, attaching my lips to hers once more.

I rest most of my weight on my arm on one side of her, the other placed gently on the side of her neck. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I grind down on her, the friction making us both moan out.

“Matt, the door.” She says breathlessly, panting against my mouth as we continue to grind on each other, the feeling too good to stop. At this point, anyone could interrupt us.

“Mm, you scared, baby? Scared someone’s gonna walk in and see what I’m doing to you?” I tease, my hand running down her chest, grazing over the valley of her breasts and resting on her stomach, right above her shorts.

She moans at my words, and I smirk, leaning down to whisper in her ear while my hand continues to explore her body, massaging her tits and running over her curves. “You like that? Does it feel good knowing I finally get you all to myself?”

“Fuck, Matt...” She sighs, her nails digging into my shoulder. The way she says my name alone could make me cum in my pants, but I want nothing more than to make her scream it, burying my cock deep inside her. “I bet you’re soaking.” I say, running my hand down to her shorts, unbuttoning them. She bites her lip in anticipation and bucks her hips up. I pin them down, making her stay still.

“Be a good girl for me, yeah?” I tell her, and the submissive look in her eyes has my cock throbbing.

She nods, and I slide her shorts off, exposing her red cotton panties. There’s a visible wet spot forming, and I groan aloud from the sight. I slide down the bed a little bit, positioning myself lower, my shoulders between her legs, spreading them open for me. I look up at her before I continue, and there’s nothing but lust in her eyes, her cheeks flushed, and lips swollen.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Is this okay? Can I take these off?” I ask her, placing my hands around the hem of her panties.

“Yes, please.” She says sweetly, making my heart ache in my chest. I waste no time sliding them off her, discarding them on the floor and she whines at the cool air now exposing her. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, admiring her. She’s perfect, better than I ever imagined, and I spread her folds, applying a light pressure as I slick my fingers through her wetness. She moans loudly and moves her hips again, squirming from my touch.

I grab them roughly, pinning her down once more and she whines when I remove my fingers from her. “Shhh, you have to be quiet baby. Can you do that for me?” She groans softly and nods her head, closing her eyes and laying her head back. I know at any moment, Nick or Jackson could walk in or hear the sinful acts I’m about to do to her, but I simply don’t give a fuck. I didn’t want to put her in that situation, yet the thrill of it turned me on more than anything.

“Uh uh. Keep your eyes on me. You look away or make one noise and I stop. You understand?” I demanded, pressing my hands into her thighs firmly, holding her open for me. She snaps her head up and sits up to rest on her elbows, licking her lips and nodding her head. The smirk on her face drives me crazy.

“Yes, Matt. I’ll be good.” She says and an idea suddenly sparks in my head when I see a tie on her bedside table. It must be Mark’s. My ego swells as I snatch it, her eyes widening when I stuff it in her mouth, tying the back of it around her head.

“Is that okay?” I confirm and she nods, biting down on the tie. I take my place back down between her thighs, laying on the bed and run two fingers up and down her slit before pushing it into her slowly. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” I moan, mesmerized at the sight of her wet hole squeezing around my fingers. She was already dripping, the sounds of her arousal echoing through the room as I started to pump them in and out of her.

She breathes hard through her nose, her eyes threatening to roll back in her head as I watch her, thrusting my fingers a few times before I pull them out and replace it with my tongue, tasting her for the first time.

She tasted incredible, a taste I could get addicted to. I massage her gummy walls, burying my face as deep in her pussy as I could, my thumb making small, tight circles on her clit. I hear her whine softly and one of her hands comes up to pull on my hair, making me moan against her.

I move faster, my hands now gripping her hips as I let her ride my tongue. She’s so fucking hot and I can’t help but thrust down into her mattress, the feeling of her body unravelling and shaking beneath me.

I thrust my fingers back into her, pressing against the spongy spot as I curl them, and she moans lightly, her face contorted in pleasure, tears forming in her eyes from the frustration. “Are you close baby?” I say and she nods feverishly, her eyes desperate, and drool starting to pool down her chin form the tie in her mouth. “Its okay, sweetheart, you can lay back. Let me take care of it.”

She collapses on the bed, my fingers moving at a faster pace now, and throws her head back in ecstasy, small moans escaping her. I press my lips around her clit and suck, her back arching off the bed. She clenches around my fingers, whining frantically as she’s seconds away from her release.

“You’re doing so good for me... I want you to cum on my fingers, you can do it baby.” I praise and seconds later her arousal leaks out, dripping down my hand, my fingers still moving as she orgasms, panting relentlessly and I press light kisses on her inner thigh.

Holy shit, why didn’t I ever do this before? If I get the chance to do more, I’ll never stop.

Her legs are shaking as I pull my fingers out, massaging her with my other hand as she catches her breath. I sit up and help her take off the tie, smoothing her hair back from her face, and kiss her.

“Oh my god, Matt…” She starts, and I hold her face in my hands, looking into her eyes but before she can continue, there’s a knock on the door.

“Matthew! What the fuck is taking so long?! We’ve played literally 8 rounds of Uno already!!” Nick shouts and she laughs, her face reddening in embarrassment.

She gets up to clean herself before I can even help her and gets dressed. Suddenly I’m pulled back into reality, our little bubble of pleasure bursted. My heart sinks when I’m reminded, she’s not mine. We’ve only dug ourselves deeper into this hole we’ve created.

But as me and Nick drive back to the house later, all I can think about is when and how I can get my hands on her again.

a/n: the dots are connecting…. the plot is PLOTTING

also, sorry if the time jumps back and forth between parts confuse you guys, i just thought it would make it more interesting to introduce both of their povs

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Risk and Reward||Chapter 5: Starving

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: You and Matt are slowly finding your rhythm and you can’t get enough of one another.

Warnings/tags: fluff, idiots in love, childhood trauma

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Song the title is referring to:

I didn’t know that I was starving till I tasted you

Don’t need no butterflies when you give me the whole damn zoo

By the way, right away, you do things to my body

I didn’t know that I was starving till I tasted you

“It’s not like that.” You sighed into the phone.

“No, no—It is like that.” Amelia retorted. You could picture her shaking her head, in mock disappointment. “Now that you have a boyfriend, you’re abandoning me at lunch time. So, you can eat with him. You’re choosing him over me.”

“Why are you so dramatic? We ate together yesterday.” You groaned as you stepped into the coffee shop, nearest to Matt’s office. “And I wouldn’t call Matt ‘my boyfriend,’ we haven’t decided on labels, yet.”

“What do you mean you haven’t decided on labels, yet?” Amelia questioned.

You rolled your eyes. You placed your orders, and moved to the side to wait for it. “We have been on only one date so far. So, no, there hadn’t been any talks about labels. We’re just—”

“Ah, young love.” Amelia sighed dreamily. “You know what, I forgive you. Go get your man, Babe.”

“And I’m the weird one.” You chuckled.

You and Matt had been on your first date almost a week ago. And you had not seen much of each other since. Keeping in contact through texts and calls. You had not been able to forget about the feel of his lips against yours. Or his calloused fingers on your skin. Matt did not know you were joining him for lunch. You wanted to keep it a surprise. You only hoped it would be a good one.

You pushed the door to Nelson, Murdock and Page lawfirm opened and was met with a quite busy waiting room. It seemed you couldn’t have chosen a worse day to show up unannounced. The door to Foggy’s office opened as he let out a client. You moved away from the door as Foggy walked his client to the door. He sent a quick smile your way while doing so.

He clasped his hands, grinning at you. “Tell me those are for us?” He said pointing at the paper bag in your hands.

“In fact, they are.” You smiled back at him. “Special delivery of bagels and coffee. I also brought some lunch for you, guys.”

He took the bag from you, opened it and smelled the contents. The tension in his shoulders releasing greatly. “You’re a life saver.”

“Not really.” You chuckled, waving him off.

“Ah, I see. You’re here for your lover boy.” Foggy teased you.

“I was hoping but—I can see you, guys, are pretty busy.” You replied quickly. “I should—leave you to it.” You said your hand moving to the doorknob, disappointed that you didn’t get to see him. “Could you—?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t be ridiculous.” Foggy pulled you away from the door and into the small kitchen. “I’ll tell Matt you’re here.”

“Foggy, you don’t have to.” You stopped him. “I can come at another time or call him. You don’t need to—”

“You came all this way; you can’t just leave like that.” Foggy said. “I’m sure Matt can spare a few minutes for his girlfriend.”

“His girlfriend?” You repeated.

“Hey,” Karen came to join you in the kitchenette. “I didn’t know you were coming,” She smiled at you.

“I was trying to surprise Matt.” You nodded.

“And she brought coffee.” Foggy said handing her a cup.

“Thank God!” Karen sipped from her cup. “I really needed that.”

“That bad, uh?”

“You have no idea.”

“Okay, I’ll let Matt know you’re here.” Foggy touched your arm briefly. “And then, I’ll go back into the fray.”

“Thanks.” You smiled at him. “See ya.” You turned to Karen; she was savoring her coffee. “Is it always that busy?”

“Not always.” Karen shook her head. “But some days are busier than others.”

“I can see that.” You hummed. “I mean at least it’s good for business, right?”

“Well, it’s mostly pro-bono work;” Karen explained. “But yeah, lately, we’ve had more paying clients.”

“Sweetheart?” Matt stepped in the kitchenette.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you laid your eyes on him. The sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up, exposing his muscular forearms. His charming smile split his face in two. And you couldn’t help but mirror his smile.

“Hi, Matthew.” You greeted, his hand already reaching out to you. You placed your hand in his reaching one.

“Alright, I’ll leave you two alone.” Karen resting a hand against Matt’s shoulder and squeezing it gently. “And thanks again for the coffee.”

“You’re welcome.”

“You brought coffee?” Matt questioned.

You nodded. “Yeah.” You placed a cup in his hands.

Matt took a sniff of the coffee. “Thank you, you’re a savior.”

You snorted. “I wouldn’t go that far. It’s just coffee.” You turned to the table. “And lunch.” Matt took a sip. “You can have it as soon as you have a minute to yourself.”

“How did you know that—uh—we—?”

“I didn’t.” You shook your head. “I was just hoping to surprise you for lunch. But I see now that I should have probably called first.” You dropped your gaze to the floor.

“Hey,” His hand went up and down your arm as he stepped closer. “It wouldn’t have been a surprise if you had.”

“Still, I should have called anyway.” You turned your gaze back on his face.

His free hand cupped your face, his calloused fingers ever so gentle. Standing so close to him, his scent wrapped around you. He smelled slightly of salt, much more like sweat, and of cinnamon. You couldn’t decide it was his natural scent or a perfume he wore.

A smile slowly made its way onto his face. “I’m glad you came.” His lips met your cheek in a soft peck. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” Your own smile mirroring his, once more. Your eyes landed on the people waiting behind him. And cleared your throat. “I should let you get back to work. People are waiting.”

Matt nodded, his thumb stroking the apple of your cheek. You leant into his touch. “I’m really glad you came.” He said, your hand rested on his wrist. “I’m just sorry we couldn’t have lunch together.”

“It’s okay.” You retorted. “We can have lunch at another time.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” You nodded with a grin.

He put his cup down and pulled you into his arms. His nose buried in the crook of your neck, as yours did his. You inhaled deeply, his scent invading your senses now. Under the stronger fragrances of salt and cinnamon, there was a light touch of leather. You reluctantly pulled away from him.

You spoke. “Talk to you later?”

“Sure.” Matt agreed.

“See you later, Matty.” You smiled at him one last time before walking out.

It wasn’t a total disappointment. Although, you didn’t get to spent your lunch with him, you did get to see him. And that was everything you were truly hoping for.

Your visit had indeed surprised him, in the best way. Since their office had opened that morning, he had not stopped. Between appointments with clients on current affairs, or the new clients coming in for councils, they had not had a minute for themselves. The sweet sound of your voice had eased the tension in his shoulders greatly. He had tried not to rush his appointment with his client but he didn’t want to miss an opportunity to spend a few minutes with you.

He heard your breath hitched when you laid eyes on him, how your heart had sped up when he stepped closer. He felt how you leaned into his touch. The way you reacted to him never failed to fascinate him. And he couldn’t wait to see how well you responded to his touch and more.

The touch of lavender and citrus in your scent had been stronger. There were traces of salt, in your scent, from your sweating. Breathing in your smell had relaxed him even further. And of course, he couldn’t resist hugging you and burying his nose in your neck. He couldn’t resist breathing more of your scent.

Your scent had lingered long after you left their office. The hints of lavender and citrus had gotten stuck in the small hairs in his nostrils. Each time, he inhaled he could smell you. You had been a welcomed distraction and a small reprieve in this hectic day.

“Matt?” Foggy had called his name, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah?” Matt retorted with a frown.

“So, what do you say?” Foggy asked him.

“About?”

Foggy and Karen glanced at each other smirking. “You didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?”

“Of course not, Foggy. He’s too busy thinking about our visitor.” Karen joked.

Matt chuckled lightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure, you don’t.” The air shifted around Karen as she nodded, swallowing her food. “It’s a miracle you got any work done after her visit.”

“Speaking the truth as always, Miss Page.” Foggy agreed.

“Is she now?” Matt smirked.

“Look, buddy, I’ve seen you with a lot of women in the past. And God knows there were many,” Karen rolled her eyes at his statement. “But I’ve never seen you smile so much since you met her.” He turned to Karen quickly. “No offense.”

“None taken.” Karen waved him off. “Foggy’s right, though. Looks like you really like her.”

Matt smiled fondly. “I do. A lot, actually.”

“Well, I’m happy for you, buddy.” Foggy slapped a hand on his shoulder. “You deserve it.”

“Thanks Fog.”

“And are you gonna tell her about Daredevil?” Karen questioned cautiously.

“Oof.” He puffed out, leaning back in his chair. “The thought had crossed my mind but—um—I don’t think it’s a good idea. Not now anyway.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning; I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.”

This relationship was new still. And he did like you but he needed to know you more. He needed to know that he could trust you with his heart. It had been through so much already. So many losses. He needed to be sure about his feelings and yours. If he ever was to tell you about his nightly activities, he needed to make sure you were in it for the long run.

The Devil wasn’t just something he became at night, to fight crimes. The Devil was a part of him. Something he needed to be. And that knowledge alone wasn’t readily accepted by those surrounding him. Knowing all of him had put his friends in danger in the past. Knowing all of him wasn’t safe.

Would he really share this part of him with you? Was he really willing to risk your safety?

Your attempt to surprise Matt had been a sign, you thought. Maybe, it was too early in your relationship with Matt for this sort of gestures. It was sweet but it might be seen as a sign of clinginess by others. In your past relationships, you either was the one who felt too much or the one who didn’t feel enough. There were no in-betweens for you. In either case, the relationship had ended because of you. You had been broken up with because you were too much. Because you loved too much. And you had broken up with others because you couldn’t feel the sparks. Because you felt nothing but indifference. The relationship just didn’t do it for you. In either case, you were the bad guy.

You did not wish a repeat of this pattern with Matt. You really wanted to know where this thing between the two of you could go. He had not seemed put off by your attempt, you tried to reason yourself. He had actually admitted to missing you. Just as you did him. Maybe, Matt was the kind of person that could feel as intensely as you did. Or at least you hoped so.

His dark frames were laying on the table beside his wine glass. A second date had been set up by Matt within that same week, he had taken you to a small Italian restaurant. The place was buzzing with people; laughing and chattering away. You were both wrapped in the delicious smell of the food.

Matt had looked dashing as always. Your eyes couldn’t leave his face once, especially after he had taken his glasses off. His sightless eyes seemed to always fall somewhere around your collarbone. The conversations ever so flowing between you. And if it did become quiet, it was never uncomfortable. And that was your favorite thing so far with Matt. You didn’t feel as though you needed to say anything to fill the silence. It wasn’t needed. Matt seemed to be content with it, as much as you were.

“You tested it out?” Matt asked you in disbelief.

“Listen, you don’t tell your children that sort of things and hope for the best.” You retorted. “I mean what did he expect?”

“Not for you to try it out, I guess.”

“True.” You nodded. “Anyway, my brothers and I went in the park by our house and decided to do it. We climbed the tallest tree we could. And jumped.”

“And?” Matt smiled at you.

“I can’t speak for my brothers, but I landed on my toes. And didn’t break any bones.” You shrugged. “I’d say my father was right about that one.”

“Realistically, how tall was the tallest tree?” Matt teased you.

“Probably thirty-five feet at least. Forty-five at most.” You replied; “And we didn’t actually climb that high. Still, we were kids and it was really high for us at the time.” You winced at the sound of your voice. “Sorry, that was loud.” You apologized quietly, looking around you nervously.

“Don’t apologize.” Matt shook his head; his smile had shifted into something softer and affectionate. “I quite like the sound of your voice.”

You huffed out a laugh. “You do?”

“I do.” He nodded; leaning his arms on the table. “Your voice always sounds beautiful and—uh—gentle. It’s how I see you. And—um—you have a way to make things easier when it gets too loud.”

Your heart raced beneath your ribcage; your breath caught in your throat. You were totally disarmed by the simplicity and the beauty with which it was delivered. His words were genuine, which you knew by now, was his personality trait. His words made you feel important, they made you feel—

“How do you keep on doing this?” You said under your breath.

“Doing what?” He leaned closer.

“I don’t know, you—uh—you have a way to take my breath away.” You quietly admitted. “To make me feel—seen, somehow.”

“Is it a bad thing?” He questioned.

“No, it’s not—it’s just—uhm—” You paused.

“What?” He encouraged you.

“No one has ever made feel quite like that before.” You let out breathless.

His smile dropped slightly; and he reached over for your hand, weaving his fingers with yours. “Well, I do. I see you. In my own way, of course but—I see you.”

Being seen meant being important. Matt Murdock was blind. But he saw you, in spite of that. Better than some. And that was why you were more willing to believe him. He had no reasons to lie. Every word coming out of his mouth, complimenting you, were disarmingly honest. Which made it really hard not to get overly attached so quickly. And that was terrifying.

The way you felt about him was something you never quite experienced before. Matt Murdock might have already ruined you. Because you didn’t think you could settle for anything less after this. You didn’t want to.

At the foot of your building, Matt and you were reluctant to part ways. Your arms have found their way around his neck. His arms wrapped around your waist. His nose brushed against yours.

“I really enjoyed tonight.” He whispered while your fingers grazed the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Me too.” You smiled, your breath fanning over his lips. “Very.”

He grinned before his lips brushed against yours. Butterflies burst into your stomach; your heart hammered in your chest. You were convinced that Matt could feel it through his shirt. One of your hands travelled down his spine, stopping at the small of his back, pulling him into you. His lips parted slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside. His arms tightened around you, his hands moving along your spine. Lingering, as a moan made its way out of his lips. The sound made your heated core ache for more of it, eliciting a groan out of you.

You reluctantly pulled away from him, breathless, his lips chasing yours. “That was—”

“Hot?” He supplied, cupping your face. His fingers grazed the back of your neck, his thumb brushing against your pulsing point.

“Yeah,” You breathed out. “We should probably—”

“Yeah, we should.” His nose brushed yours.

“I don’t—I really want to—" His lips brushed yours briefly. “Believe me,” You exhaled a shaky breath. “But I just don’t want to rush things.”

His mouth connected with yours once again, in a sweet and small kiss. “It’s okay.” He pulled back slightly. “We can take our time. I’m not going anywhere.” His words sounding like a promise.

“Good to hear.”

No woman had truly made him weak at the knees, quite like you had done that night. The smell of your arousal in the air, the way you had pulled him against you. The way you had briefly taken control had left him breathless and wanting more of it. More of this side of you.

Matt considered himself as someone who had the ability to ruin the good things in his life. No matter how hard he tried to protect them, disaster found its way to them. And he didn’t want disaster to find its way to you. He knew he wouldn’t last though. Not if he decided to let you know about the Devil. This could wait however. Most of all, he wanted you to feel safe with him, and to trust him. He’d give you the time you needed.

Friday nights at Josie’s were something you always was looking forward to. Especially if you needed to unwind after a long week. And—you got to spent more time with Matt. There had been a few more dates in the following weeks. Matt and you were starting to find your rhythm with one another. You had not spoken about labels yet but you were fine with it.

Your naked thigh pressed against his, one of his hands had slipped down to rest on your bare thigh. Throughout the night, his hand would affectionately squeeze your leg under the table. You laced your arm with his, pecking his clothed shoulder. You never thought of yourself as a very tactile person. Growing up, your father had not shown affection much. There were no hugs, no kisses. Nothing. So, of course, over the years it had not come easily. You had thought of yourself as someone who couldn’t stand the touch of another person. And there had been moments when you did recoil at someone else’s touch. Only because you barely knew them, and they did make you uncomfortable. But you would soon find that you were, in spite of your beliefs, a very tactile person.

Or maybe it was simply a consequence of being touch starved. And now you were seeking affections in any way possible. Only if you were allowed to. Not everyone was comfortable with touch. Your sister didn’t like hugs, neither did your best friend. The only way for you to receive a hug from them, was for them to initiate it. Otherwise, they would push you away.

You weren’t afraid to be tactile with Matt. It seemed he was craving the affection as much as you had. A smile always making its way onto his face, anytime you did. As though he was taking pride in your being comfortable enough to do so.

You took a deep breath outside of Josie’s bar. You had a couple of beers in you, feeling slightly tipsy. You said your goodbyes to your friends as you parted ways on the sidewalk. You laced your arm with his as you started towards your apartment building.

“I have a question.” You said after a few minutes. Matt hummed softly, his cane tapping along on the sidewalk. “Are we girlfriend and boyfriend?” You looked up to him.

“Do you want us to be?” Matt questioned, coming to a stop.

You turned to face him and stepped closer, your arms encircling his middle. “Yes. I’d like to introduce you as more than just a guy I’m seeing.” A boyish grin appeared on Matt’s face. “I want you to be my boyfriend. And I’d like to be your girlfriend.”

He cupped your face, looking through you affectionately. “I’d like that too.”

“Yeah?” You grinned, tightening your arms around him.

He leaned down towards you, gently cradling your face as he closed the distance. “Yeah.” His lips met yours in a soft kiss.

“Would you—um, like to stay over tonight?” You asked once you pulled away.

Matt would love for nothing more. He knew what you were hoping for, he wanted the same thing. However, he still needed to go out as Daredevil. Something, you had yet to know about.

“Not tonight.” He said quietly, leaning in to kiss you again.

“Oh,”

You felt the pang of disappointment, the sting of rejection. You tried to reason that maybe he wasn’t ready. That he probably wanted to wait for a better time, make it special maybe. You tried to reason that there were no reasons for you to feel rejected. Especially right after you both had agreed to be boyfriend and girlfriend.

“Next time, then?”

“Promise.”

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gingiesworld · 11 months

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Leigh Shaw x Reader.

Hey I don't if you take request.

But can you do where reader is Matt coworker and they learn that Matt been cheating on his wife so they find Leigh to tell the truth. After Leigh and Matt divorce, her and reader start to get closer?

I Don't Hate You

Leigh Shaw x GN! Reader

Requested

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

Word Count: 1.6k+

Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop

18+ MINORS DNI

Everyone who knew the Greer's knew how happy they were. Especially on the nights they would invite their friends to their home for game night. Y/N had also been one of the friends that was invited, being Matt's colleague and friend since the two started to work together.

As Matt was an English teacher, Y/N is an art teacher.

What they never expected was the walk in on Matt and Nina in an empty classroom.

"Oh, I'm sorry." They rambled as they looked between the two of them. "Are you?" They gestured between the two of them. "But Leigh?"

"You don't understand Y/N." Matt tried as Y/N licked their teeth.

"I think I understand that you are married to another woman." They told him. "A perfect woman I might add."

"Y/N." Nina tried as Y/N shook their head no.

"You need to end this and come clean." They told him.

"Or what?" He challenged as Y/N scoffed.

"I'll tell her myself." They told him.

"She would hate you just as much as she would hate me." He sneered as Y/N sighed.

"I don't care if she hates me." They told him honestly. "I would rather her hate me and be out of a marriage to an unfaithful bastard." Before Matt could say anything, Y/N had left the room, leaving the two alone.

Once Matt had returned home, Leigh was already in the kitchen cooking dinner. His chest tightened at the idea of coming clean.

"Hey babe, how was your day?" She asked him as he approached the fridge.

"It was good." He nodded as she smiled. "It smells good here." He stated as he watched Leigh get the lasagna from the oven.

"Hopefully it will taste good." She smiled shyly as she started to put the appropriate portions on the plates. He spent the rest of the evening, completely ignoring Y/N's words as he listened to her talk about her day, and this went on for weeks.

"You didn't tell her." Y/N spoke up as they shut Matt's classroom door. "You're still wearing your wedding ring."

"Maybe I did tell her." Matt told them as they shook their head. "Maybe we're working on our marriage. Maybe I have ended things with Nina."

"You didn't." They told him as they walked around his classroom. "I saw you with her, in her classroom. It's funny you choose to do it near my classroom."

"You don't understand." He tried again as Y/N shook their head no.

"I understand very well. You are married and you are being unfaithful to Leigh." They told him. "She is perfect in every way and you are ruining it! You are going to break her heart!"

"What's going on?" Leigh questioned as she looked between the two of them.

"Nothing babe." Matt tried as Y/N scoffed.

"Tell her the goddamn truth." They snarled as their eyes bore in his.

"It's nothing." Matt tried as Leigh raised her hand.

"Just tell me." She told the two.

"Matt has been seeing Nina. She is another teacher here." Y/N told her sadly.

"I was going to tell you." Matt tried as Leigh scoffed and walked away. Matt tried to follow her before he turned around and threw the first punch, causing Y/N to topple onto the desks, causing some to break. "You bastard!"

"I'm afraid that's you." Y/N said as they checked their head. "You did this yourself. You ruined a perfect thing."

"What's going on here?" The principal yelled as he stood in the doorway of the classroom. The two just stared the other down, neither answering the question. "Y/N, go to the hospital." He told him. "You might need stitches and you're both suspended, effective immediately." With that he left as Y/N stood up, walking past Matt and to their own classroom, grabbing their things before leaving the premises.

Leigh was sitting on her mother's sofa, crying as she confided in her. Amy remained soothing her until the doorbell rang hours later.

"Is Leigh here?" Y/N asked as Amy sighed, Leigh followed behind her. "I'm so sorry Leigh."

"Why?" She questioned. "Why did I have to find out like that?"

"I told him to tell you." They told her. "I caught them the other week and I told him he needed to tell you and end his little fling."

"So you knew all of this time?" She whispered as they nodded.

"I wanted to tell you but I wanted him to be the respectable man I thought he was and tell you." They told her. "I know you will hate me either way but I wanted you to know the truth and you deserved to know the truth." With that they left as Leigh watched them disappear inside their car and drive away.

Y/N had kept their distance from the ex couple and their mutual friends. They even got a job at a different school so they never had to see Matt or Nina.

"When you wanted to tell me, did you have other intentions?" Leigh asked as she approached Y/N at the bar.

"I didn't." They answered honestly as they nursed their drink. "I just knew that you deserved to know and I didn't care if you hated me or not, as long as you were happy and out of a relationship with an unfaithful man."

"Well, we are getting divorced." She told them as she ordered herself a cocktail. "I've moved back in with my mom and Jules."

"Good." They smiled as they turned to face her. "You look good." They told her as she smiled, wrapping her lips around the straw as she sipped her drink.

"Thank you." Her eyes soon went to their eyebrow. "Did he do that?" She questioned as they nodded. Finishing their whiskey and asking for another.

"It was after you found out." They admitted. "We both let our anger get the better of us." They thanked the bartender before sipping their drink. "And we both got suspended."

"But Matt's back at work and you're not." She stated as she watched them.

"I got a new position at a different school, it's in the neighbouring district but it's work." They told her. "I wanted to take myself away from it all, I didn't want to see either of them and I hated the reminder of the hate you may feel towards me."

"I don't hate you." She whispered as she gazed at them, an unsure feeling settling within her. "I never did." She looked away at the people dancing. "I guess I hated that you never told me when you first saw them together but then I thought that you thought that I wouldn't believe you, which I probably wouldn't." She looked back at them and then her ring finger. "I don't think I could ever hate you." She whispered as she caught their intense gaze.

The two soon started to spend time together, hanging out whether it be at their apartment or going to the club. Even one night as the two were dancing, celebrating the finalization of her divorce, Leigh started to grind against them as the music blared. Y/N's hands wrapped around her hips as they tried everything to not get hard, even as she turned around in their arms, pressing her lips to theirs, kissing with hunger and lust. When she pulled back, her eyes widened as she soon walked away, leaving Y/N to chase after her.

"Leigh!" They called out as she soon left the building. "Leigh!" They soon caught up to her as she tried to walk home. "What's wrong?" They held her arm, turning her to face them.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." She told them as they let go of her arm.

"It's ok." They reassured her as she shook her head no.

"It's not ok." She told them. "My divorce is finally over and that in there. That kiss felt so right, like we were meant to kiss and more."

"Hey." They cupped her cheeks, a soft smile on their face. "It's ok because I have been wanting to do that since you sought me out. Since you came back into my life."

"What do you mean?" She questioned as they sighed.

"I like you Leigh. Like you a lot." They told her. "I have looked forward to spending time with you, even if it's one hour in a week because I know that I will cherish that hour regardless. I know my feelings aren't likely to be reciprocated but I just." They inhaled sharply. "You deserve to know the truth." Leigh just kissed them softly, caressing their cheek as she rested her forehead on theirs.

"I really like you too." She whispered as they chuckled breathily. "But I don't think I am ready for a relationship, not after Matt."

"I won't hurt you." They told her confidently. "I won't ever look at another the way I look at you because what I feel right now will only grow in our lifetime." She sniffled as they spoke. "I guess on some level I have always fancied you, even when you were with him. That's why I was angry with him, with myself because you got hurt. You got heartbroken because of it." They gazed into her eyes. "Let me put the pieces of your heart back together. Let me be the reason that you smile when you wake up. Let me be the reason you feel happy and excited for the day because I will do everything in my power to make sure you don't ever feel pain like that, ever again." Leigh only nodded as they wiped her tears away, kissing them softly.

"Take me home." She whispered as they just nodded, wrapping their arm around her as the two walked through the streets in the early hours of the morning.

#leigh shaw x you #leigh shaw imagine #leigh shaw x reader #leigh shaw #lizzie olsen x you #lizzie olsen x reader #lizzie olsen imagine #sorry for your loss

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dirtybitfic · 6 months

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Okay so basically one day Matt is crying and y/n finds him and she goes to comfort him obviously and puts his head in her lap so his head in on her thighs,so she is just praising him and telling him it’s gna be okay and he’s so perfect and all that yap and then he starts to kiss her things slowly and gets higher in her thighs with the kissed and she’s hesitant at first so she like “Matt..” and he says something like “need ur pussy” “please let me taste you” and he’s just really subby but also kinda dom idk so she lets him open her things and he just go crazy making her feel good and he’s just so pussy drunk and he’s whispering thing like “my pussy” love this pussy” and he just rlly wants to make her cum and hear her moans

I put my whole pussy into this

you shore mf did put your whole pussy into this and I love it sooo... here you GOOOO!!!!

Need it

matt x y/n

contains ~ smutt, head(fem receiving ) , switch matt, sub-y/n character , use of nick names like~ baby & ma.

Y/n pov~

I just got out of the shower and dried off deciding to blow dry my hair so I didn't get matts pillows wet since i'm planning on chilling in his room most of the day . Chris and nick went out for a couple work meetings but Matt stayed back saying he wasn't feeling up to it.

I just finished drying my hair then threw my wet towels in the washer so Matt didn't have to do it later . I decided I wanted some tea so I went to the kitchen and made myself a mint tea with honey and made my way back to matts room.

when I opened the door I saw Matt laying curled up , thinking he was asleep I walked quietly to the other side of the bed and set my tea down . Then I heard small sniffles and immediately looked over at Matt to see a small tear streaming down the side of his face. Seeing him cry always breaks my heart he's such a sweet person and he's one of my best friends . We relate to each other with anxiety and depression so when one of us is upset we always go to each other for comfort .

I immediately sit down and run my hand gently down his back .

Matt what's wrong talk to me I say as he rolls over and looks at me with red puffy eyes .

I d-dont know I just- he starts crying more and I pat my lap for him to put his head down . He lays his head on my thighs and holds me around the waist.

shhh I know its okay I coo as I run my hands through his hair gently.

I just i've been so stressed with filming lately and -- I feel like i'm not putting in enough effort he chokes out as he squeezes me a little tighter.

I know it can be stressful filming so much but you're doing so well you know . I think you put in great effort and I think the fans do to .

I just- I don't know i'm just ugh... chris and nick are always pestering me when we film because I have a bad attitude and they embarrass me all the time he chokes out as his breathing starts to slowly go back to normal.

I know they get on your nerves a lot but you know thats just the way they are . Chris loves to get under everyones skin cause he gets a kick out of it and nick just likes to rial you up to get you to be more energetic . I try to reason with his feelings by pointing out thats just the way his brothers show their love .

I know you're right I just think i've been stressed and getting a bit aggravated with everything else because of it he says as he takes a couple deep breaths .

I know and you know i'm always here for you . You've been doing so good with the content and I know as aggravated as you've been you've done such a good job at creating content that you and the viewers enjoy . Its all gone be okay just take some time away from them to calm down if thats what's you need . I say and he nuzzles his face into my thigh . I find it cute but then he places a small kiss on my thigh catching me off guard.

He softly starts kissing my lower thigh as he starts kissing up my leg getting close to my inner thigh. Even though it feels good he's in a vulnerable state and I don't want him doing something he might regret.

matt... your vulnerable right now I don't think this is a good idea I say with a tinge of worry in my tone.

he places a kiss on my inner thigh before looking up at me .

please I need to taste you he says in a slightly whiney tone that turns me on .

i... are you sure I ask looking down at him .

he smiles and shakes his head.

yes please I let me taste you I need it

okay ... I answer and his face immediately brightens as he places more kisses on my inner thighs before his hands move to the waistband of my shorts . He slides them down my legs along with my thong.

I help him by kicking them fully off and he grabs onto my thighs spreading them apart. He groans as he immediately dives in licking and sucking . Never in a million years did I think Matt would be going down on me but god datum he's so fucking good at it.

mmm fuck matt s-so good I moan as he sucks on my clit .

he groans into me causing me to buck from the vibrations. He inserts his middle finger into me curling it to hit the perfect spot and I cant stop my legs from shaking .

o-oh my god just like that I moan as I grab onto his hair pulling softly.

god you taste so good he groans then goes back to sucking expertly as his finger move in and out at a fast pace bringing my orgasm close.

f-fuck matt im gonna cum I whine out and he speeds up his finger and flicks his tongue at a fast pace .

come on give it to me I wanna taste your cum so bad he says in a toe that has my eyes rolling back and my orgasm crashing over me .

mmm so good I fucking love this pussy he groans as his finger still works inside of me .

he adds a mother finger and jolt from how sensitive I am from finishing just seconds ago.

oh-my g-god matt fuck I moan as I pull his hair tightly causing him to groan into me .

he curls his fingers moving them at a pace so good I feel pressure building.

he sucks on my sensitive clit and I cant help but scream out.

FUCK MATT OH-G-GOD the pressure is building fast and I know I need to warn his.

m-MATT im g-gonna squirt if you k-keep doing that I cry out

he smirks against me before looking up at me with hooded eyes.

you can do it baby come on give it to he says in a deep raspy tone causing me to bite my lip and throw my head back.

my legs start shaking and the pressure breaks as I squirt all over his face and hand but he doesn't stop . He continues sucking and licking while his fingers still move in and out . Its almost becoming to much so I try and push his head away but he just holds around my thighs tighter and pressing his face deeper into my pussy.

this fucking pussy is mine he growls in a deep voice . He looks so pussy drunk it makes me even wetter just watching him lick me up like i'm the last thing he'll ever taste .

My legs are non stop shaking and i'm overstimulated but I don't think he plans on stopping anytime soon .

His fingers hit a spot that has my back arching and me screaming out .

MATT OH FUCK PLEASE I scream out not knowing what i'm asking for i'm just caught up in the pleasure he's giving me right now.

tell me how good i'm making you feel ma he says as he adds another finger into me making me gasp.

ohh f-fuck good so g-good I moan out as he goes back to licking me up .

I hold onto his face as I shamelessly going into his tongue as another orgasm approaches quickly .

f-fuck matt im gonna c-cum I whine out as he shakes his head side to side giving me extra pleasure.

my back arches and I scream out as my orgasm washes over me and I press his face into my pussy .

all mine he groans as he watches me come down from my high .

i'm so overstimulated I could pass out . My legs are shaking as my body jolts when he sucks on my swollen clit .

MA-MATT I C-CANT I- TOO SENSITIVE I scream out as he curls his fingers up and moving them at such an angle all that can be heard are squelching sounds . I know if he doesn't stop now i'm gonna squirt again and I don't know if I can handle it.

come on give me one more baby I know you can do it he praises as he continues his finger movements and licking .

f-fuck im gonna - I cut myself off by squirting all over him again .

he groans as he slurps up my juices and I moan out his name repeatedly until I come down.

he unlatches his mouth form me and pulls out his fingers licking them clean in the process . Im breathing hard as my legs are shaking.

He leans down kissing a path up my neck to my mouth placing a sweet tender kiss on my lips before pulling away brushing some hair out of my face.

you okay he asks when he sees my face .

yeah that was just... the best head i've ever gotten in my life I say followed by a small giggle . He chuckles softly as he lays down and pulls me into him.

he kisses my head as my breathing calms down .

feeling better? I ask

yeah a lot better he says smiling at me .

Thank you he says as he pulls me even closer

no thank you I say with a smile causing him to laugh.

you know I think now anytime i'm upset that pussy is gonna be my go to cheer up method

i'd be okay with that

we both smile and laugh as we cuddle under the covers and drift off to sleep.

#fanfiction #matt sturniolo #smut

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giuliettagaltieri · 1 year

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Road Rage & Malibu Barbie

Pairing: Street Racer!Eren x Reader

Synopsis: You may look like a Barbie doll who got lost on her way back to her dreamhouse but Eren never fails to break your front quite often than you like

Warning: alcohol use, illegal street racing, language

Word Count: 2292

He is just so full of shit, isn’t he?

Eren Fucking Jaeger. He thinks just because he won every race he’s been in, he’s the fucking king of every fucking thing.

Your teeth gnashed, crushing the cola lollipop to tiny pieces until the stick flattened between your molars.

Cheers deafen your ears, even rising above the already booming drop of the music played by the DJ. The crowd, all dressed in neon and various shades of black, one with a tacky cheetah print, gathers to Eren’s dodge challenger. Oh, how you’d love to scratch the beautiful matte black paint or smash the glowing crimson lights.

On the other hand, your eyes dart to your batchmates, Porco and Reiner in their Camaro and Corvette. You think Porco’s is smoking a little. The two of them decided it was a good idea to challenge Eren.

Your brows meet as you click your tongue in annoyance. They’ve given Paradis University a free pass to drag Marley Institute of Higher Learning’s name through the mud.

A loud honk got your attention, it’s the resident idiots of Paradis U, Conner and Sarah, you think their name was. They got barrels of alcohol on their pick-up truck. And just as quickly as the crowd gathered to Eren after his victory, they now crowded the truck for the cheap booze.

“Hey.”

You smile as you feel Annie hop on the stacked tires next to you.

“Hay back.” You say lazily as you take a sip on your Malibu fizzy pink lemonade, leaving a print of glossy and glittery lip mark on the can.

Annie takes a swig on something stronger and her eyes scan you. Your stooped posture and your pink wedges creating swirls on the gravel, even your oversized sunglasses is slipping from your hair.

“Problem?” Annie asks with a sigh.

Your hair flips in the force of you straightening your back just to face her. Her hand is already waiting to catch your sunglasses that flew right off.

“Did you see his face?”

“Whose face?” Annie asks calmly.

“Jaeger.” You say as if the name is leaving a bad taste in your mouth.

Annie glances behind you then nods once. “What about him?”

“Did you see the way he looked down on us? He is simply unbelievable.”

Annie hums and you wait for her to continue.

The crowd is going crazy for the discount beer that Paradis U brought.

There was also the revving of engines from a distance.

And loud chattering.

“That’s it? ‘Hmm’?” You ask impatiently, putting your fists on your hips as an added effect.

Annie just shrugs. “I don’t know if he was like ‘looking down’ on us.” She rolls her eyes. “That’s just how he looks at everybody.”

You scrunch your nose cutely. “As if! He was totally feeling all high and mighty after that win.” You stomp your chunky heel, sending a few pebbles away, you wished it was sand from the beach instead. Pieck did invite you to that bonfire party their sorority is hosting. “I bet I could take him on.” You collapse on your palm, elbow resting on your knee as you trace the tiny flower patterns on your pink babydoll dress.

“Wanna bet on it?” Says a deep voice right next to your ear, making your hair stand on end.

You leap off the stacked tires in surprise, your drink spilling on your hand.

There in all his glory, stood Eren Jaeger.

You glare up at him, refusing to look at his compression shirt clad chest and dark washed jeans because by God, you know he will never let you forget about it if you do.

He’s been trying to get you to talk to him since the first night you met and to your luck, Reiner and Porco are not with you at the moment as the two of them were your usual anti-Eren protection squad.

“Annie, let’s go grab something to eat?” You turn to Annie sharply with a stiff smile.

Annie yawns and raises a hand as a nonverbal ‘pass’ and she just leaves you there. With him.

“Annie?” You call desperately.

“It’s time you fix your issues.”

You glance at Eren who looks at you like you’re some sort of an odd entertainment.

“We don’t have issues!” You hiss.

Annie turns to you both and walks backwards. “Tension, then.”

Your face erupts to a blush and your mouth fails to form words.

She watches your face bubble up in anger and gives you a two fingered salute before sliding next to Armin who was trying to get his homework done in a corner.

“So.” Eren stretches the word and you close your eyes tightly, dreading the fact that you will have to hold a conversation with him like how any regular adult should.

“Good racing out there.” You say with a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes.

The corner of his lip rises. “You can cut the act now, doll.”

Again, you just flash him another polite smile. “Well, if that’s all. I’ll be taking my leave.”

You walk in the direction of your 1959 pink Cadillac when you hear the unmistakable sound of sirens. You don’t even process what happened next, you simply felt an arm lock around your midriff and your feet getting lifted off the ground.

“Fuck, stop STOP!” Eren growls as you start punching him, yelling for him to put you down but he does not.

You turn to see Floch being pinned to the ground and then Annie leaving with Armin in his BMW i8.

“Jaeger! I swear-”

“There you go!” He unceremoniously dumps you in your convertible.

You make brief eye contact before a sound of a glass bottle shattering startles you.

“Shit!” Eren hops to his hellcat that he not so discreetly chose to park next to your car.

You jab and twist the key in and the engine roars to life. Your hands shake at the thought of having your parents come and bail you from jail. And your reputation!

“Hey.” Eren calls from the open window of his car. “I know how to get out of here, you can come if you want but you gotta be a good girl and stick close to me, yeah?”

A cold drop of sweat drips on your temple and you hesitate for a moment but you give him a nod.

You raise your convertible’s top for a bit of covering. You’d hate to have a picture of you end up in the news tomorrow morning, at least the plate number is a bit concealable.

“You ready, doll?” He calls and his engine roars. You clutch your steering wheel tight and you give him a nod. His eyes linger on your seatbelt and after he’s sure that you got it fastened, he zooms forward. You follow after him. You keep a close eye on his car, careful not to bump into him.

Eren takes a sharp turn and you almost hit the break upon seeing a narrow alleyway, one wrong move and you could get stuck. As Eren braves the escape route, you follow with much hesitation, that was until a flash of red and blue fills your car. You gasp, hoping they won’t pursue you.

Soon enough, Eren makes it out and you see him stop a few meters away, waiting for you.

And you eventually make it out too. Without any scratches. Your driving instructor would be proud.

“That’s my girl!” Eren cheers and he drives away, you follow quickly, a smile now making its way to your lips despite how your heart is pounding so hard in your chest.

You step hard on the accelerator until you are driving side by side.

You open your window and your hair whips with the wind, Eren does the same and gives you a boyish grin that you are certain was responsible for countless of panties to drop.

The thought made you feel a bit bitter and your smile deflated the tiniest bit. Though you can’t understand why. When the traffic light comes to sight, you slow down, despite the entire highway being empty due to it being four in the morning.

“You alright, doll?” Eren asks in a tone you never knew he was capable of, with his brows pinched.

Again, you give him one of your practiced smiles and you nod. Your eyes return to the road and the bright red light reflects on your eyes.

Eren doesn’t buy it, not even for a second.

“Tell you what.” He says. You glance at him and he points at the traffic light. “I’ll take your challenge.”

Your eyes round in both confusion and surprise.

“When it turns green, we race to the next traffic light.” He continues. “Winner gets free ice cream.”

You just stare at him for what felt like a solid hour, as if waiting for him to break his act and tell you that he is just kidding, but he does not and he almost has a look of determination plastered to his eyes.

“Get ready to eat my dust.” You smirk playfully.

Eren is unbeatable but you sure as hell are not going to back down from a challenge.

The leather of your steering wheel creaks softly under your grip and you watch the traffic light like a bird of prey.

Your cheeks bubble in anticipation when the light turns to yellow.

Eren revs his engine and you exhale softly, eyes now zeroed in the road, the traffic light becoming not dissimilar to a bell being dangled in front of a crouching cat, ready to pounce any second.

GO!

Both engines roar as Eren and you go neck and neck and you can’t even bother to glance at his direction when he whoops.

And then you hear the sudden combustion from his car.

“Gotta go, doll.” He yells and his car speeds forward as if it was flying. The quick blue flash from his exhaust told you that the asshole just used nitro.

You scream in frustration, quickly shifting the gear and you step on the pedal so hard that your back collides with your plushy seats.

Eren serpentines in front of you, preventing you from getting ahead. You call him by a rather unkind name, to which he only laughs.

You try right and he is there, you try on the left and he’s there again. Your fist slammed on your steering wheel. You try left again and he’s already waiting for you, of course it’s obvious for you to turn right while he’s still trying to recover, but you don’t. He, however, thought you were going to do it and he drives right hard, making you grin as he leaves you an opening.

Then there’s the really tall flyover and beyond that, the traffic light.

Only, Eren wasn’t a champion for nothing, was he?

He sparked that nitro again, complete cheating in your opinion, and he gets even.

“Coward!” You scream at him and he laughs once more.

“A coward with a free ice cream, apparently.” Was the last thing he said before zooming forward.

You curse him off as he slowly ascends.

Eren watches you from his rearview mirror and he shuts off his nitro, waiting for you to catch up to him. But to his surprise, you drifted to the side, vanishing from view, almost knocking down a few traffic cones.

His brows scrunch up.

Where could you be-

Were you planning to counterflow and cut through the road?

You little sneak.

Eren grins as the familiar fire of competition fuels his veins. He shifted his gear stick and he stepped on it. His engine roars and he slowly reaches the top, going now for the descent but he hits the break, making his tires screech. The sun was slowly trying to break through the clouds now. A wide smile is on his lips when he sees the familiar glint of your pink Cadillac and he steps on the accelerator.

His engine sounded like a monster chasing you, making you frantically speed up. He’s coming. He’s right behind you. He’s…He’s…He’s lost the race!

You were a meter ahead of him!

The scream of victory you gave disappeared behind the roar of your engine.

You haphazardly got out of your car and was glad to see that Eren was too.

His movements were sluggish but there was a small smile on his lips. You were really hoping he’d be more disappointed.

You grin at him, twisting and bouncing at where you stand.

He watches you with that same stupid smile and nods. “Congratulations. We didn’t have an audience but you can have the bragging rights.”

But his eyebrow cocks up in amusement when you giggle. “Silly, I don’t want any bragging rights. I just want an ice cream from that 24/7 café a few blocks away.”

Now, he just looks confused. “Wait, really?”

You walk back to your car. “Uhuh! Plus, I totally saw you stalling there.” You smile at him behind your shoulder. “You lost on purpose.”

His cheeks flushed the tiniest bit but his lazy eyes scan you up and down. “And you’re still making me buy you ice cream?”

You get inside your car and slam the door shut. You drape an arm by the window and you shrug. “A win’s a win, right?”

He considers for a moment, trying to see how far he could take this, and in a split second, he decides.

“Race you there.” He grins and hops in his car. “Loser gives the winner a kiss.”

He laughs as he drives away, leaving you struggling to chase after him.

“Unfuckingfair!”

He’s winning this one for sure, no matter what.

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