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xxeycisxx · 2 months ago

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Hi! I was wondering if you'd write up a smut fic w matt x reader x frank ?? Maybe along the lines of them fighting over who gets her more during it lol

A Battle for Desire

Pairings: Frank Castle x Matt Murdock x Female! Reader

Warnings: SMUT 18+ only, NSFW content warning below the cut. Minors do not engage. Threesome activities. Reader will be on birth control (please use condoms in real life lol ). P in V sex.

A/N: This is the first time i am writing a smut with 3 people at once lol. I love this idea though. Frank and Matt are perfect for this concept as they already have tension between them. Imagining them fighting over me would be a dream. Thank you for the request.

The rain poured outside, casting a rhythmic patter against the windows of your dimly lit apartment. You had just returned from a long day, ready to unwind, but your evening was about to take an unexpected turn.

Matt Murdock stood by the balcony door, his silhouette framed by the soft glow of the city lights. He wore his usual suit attire, but there was an intensity in his posture that made your heart race. You could sense his warmth even before he turned to face you.

“Hey,” you said, stepping closer. “I didn’t expect you here tonight.”

“Had a feeling you could use some company,” he replied, his voice smooth and inviting, as he flashed an easy smile that made your heart flutter.

Before you could respond, the door swung open forcefully, and Frank Castle stepped in, dripping wet from the rain. In one hand, he held a pizza box, the aroma of Lombardi’s mushroom and sausage wafting through the air. His presence was commanding, muscles tense beneath his soaked shirt. You felt a rush of excitement mixed with danger at his arrival.

“Thought I’d find you here,” Frank said, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. He set the pizza down on the table, the enticing smell filling the room. “Brought you something to eat.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. “You always know how to treat a girl right.”

“Just making sure you’re taken care of,” he replied, a hint of pride in his voice.

“Just keeping her company,” Matt replied coolly, standing a little taller, his body instinctively positioning itself protectively in front of you.

You felt a thrill at the sight of the two strong men, each drawn to you in their own way. “Guys, come on…”

Frank stepped closer, his intense gaze locked on you. “You don’t need him. I can give you what you want.”

Matt’s expression shifted, a hint of challenge in his eyes as he stepped forward. “And what makes you think you know what she wants, Castle?”

You stood in the middle, heart racing, as the two men began to circle each other. Their rivalry was palpable. “I’m not some prize to be won,” you said, trying to defuse the situation, but the fire in their eyes only grew hotter.

“Maybe not,” Frank replied, his voice low and rough, “but I know what you need.”

Matt took a step closer to you, his brow furrowing in concern. “And what’s that? You think intimidation is the answer?”

“Sometimes it is,” Frank shot back, his demeanor fierce. “You think you can match me? You’re too soft.”

“Soft?” Matt’s voice rose, his fists clenching.

You felt a surge of desire at their words, both of them vying for your attention, their competitive spirits igniting a fire within you. “Why don’t we settle this differently?” you suggested, a playful smile on your lips.

Both men turned to you, intrigue mingling with their aggression.

“Different how?” Frank asked, his interest piqued.

You stepped closer to them, heart pounding. “Sharing is caring. Let's do a simple test. Kiss me, and I'll see who's better”

The challenge hung in the air, and for a moment, they both stared at you, surprised. Then, without warning, Matt reached for your hand, pulling you closer. “I’ll go first.”

His lips crashed onto yours, warm and passionate. You melted into him, lost in the sensation of his kiss—soft, yet demanding. He wrapped an arm around your waist, deepening the kiss, and you felt yourself lean into him, wanting more. Just as you began to lose yourself, though, you felt a strong hand on your waist. Frank pulled you back, his lips brushing against your ear.

“Come on, Red” he growled, his breath hot against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “She deserves more than that"

With that, he captured your lips, his kiss urgent and demanding. You could feel the heat radiating from him, igniting a different kind of fire within you. He held you tightly, his hands exploring your body with a hunger that made your skin tingle.

You pulled away, breathless, gazing at the two men as they exchanged heated glares. “Maybe I want both of you.”

They both paused, eyes widening in surprise.

“Wait, both of us?” Matt asked, a mixture of shock and intrigue in his voice. He glanced at Frank, who wore a look of disbelief mixed with excitement.

Frank smirked, his expression shifting to one of playful challenge. “I guess you’re more naughty than we thought.”

You felt a thrill surge through you at their reactions, the tension in the room thickening. “What can I say? I like having options,” you teased, your heart racing at the prospect of their rivalry.

There was another layer to your words, one that you had kept hidden for far too long. “Honestly, I’ve had feelings for both of you for a while now.” You took a breath, feeling a rush of vulnerability. “I never pursued anything because I didn’t want to scare you off as friends.”

Matt’s eyes softened, understanding dawning on him. “You should have told us.”

Frank stepped closer, a hint of protectiveness in his gaze. “We’re not just friends, and you deserve to know that.”

The challenge was set. The atmosphere shifted from competitive to something electric. They exchanged a heated look, the air crackling with electric tension. You could practically see the wheels turning in their minds as they considered your tantalizing proposal. Frank stepped forward first, crowding into your personal space. The spicy scent of his cologne filled your senses as he brushed a calloused thumb across your bottom lip.

"Greedy little thing, aren't you?" he growled, voice rough with arousal. "Wanting both of us at the same time. Think you can handle it?"

"God yes," you whimpered, pressing your thighs together as a bolt of desire shot straight to your core.

Matt moved slowly to stand behind you, the heat of his body enveloping you like a sensual cocoon. "We'll take good care of you, sweetheart," he promised, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Gonna make you feel so good, you'll be ruined for anyone else."

Permission granted, they descended on you in a tangle of grasping hands and hungry mouths. Clothes were frantically shed as you stumbled to the bed, falling onto the mattress in a mess of tangled limbs. Matt settled between your thighs, his stubble rasping deliciously against your inner thighs as he tasted your slick heat.

Frank claimed your mouth in a filthy kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure as Matt worked you over with his talented tongue. Two sets of hands mapped every inch of your sensitized skin, calloused palms and nimble fingers finding all your secret spots until you were writhing beneath them, completely at their mercy.

Matt's tongue swirled around your sensitive pearl, lapping at the evidence of your arousal as Frank's fingers twisted and tugged at your aching nipples. The dual sensations sent sparks of electricity zinging through your nerve endings, your back arching off the bed as broken pleas spilled from your lips.

"Please, I need...I need..." you babbled incoherently, nearly mindless with the need for more, harder, faster.

Frank chuckled darkly against your throat, his teeth scraping over your jumping pulse. "Tell us what you need, baby girl. Let us hear all those pretty noises."

On a particularly hard suck from Matt, your thighs clamped around his head, a hoarse scream tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Before you could catch your breath, Matt turns you on all fours , behind your body to notch his thick length at your entrance. He pushed inside in one hard thrust, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt in your fluttering sheath.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he groaned, his hips picking up a deep, rolling rhythm that had you seeing stars.

Frank moved to kneel by your head, one hand fisting in your hair as he guided the swollen head of his cock to your parted lips. You opened eagerly, relaxing your throat to take him as deep as possible. The musky taste of him burst across your tongue and you moaned around his thickness, the vibrations making him curse and tighten his grip.

They found a rhythm quickly, Matt's hips snapping against yours in time with Frank's shallow thrusts into your mouth. The obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, a debauched symphony interspersed with grunts and moans of pleasure. Your hands scrabbled across their sweat-slicked skin, blunt nails digging into corded muscle as you urged them on, lost to everything but the all-consuming need they ignited in your veins.

You rode Matt hard and fast, impaling yourself on his thick cock over and over as broken moans spilled from your lips. The feeling of him stretching you so deliciously had your head spinning with lust.

"Fuck, just like that baby. Take my cock," Matt groaned, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he thrust up to meet your downward strokes.

Frank sat in a chair a few feet away, slowly stroking his own impressive length as he watched you bounce on Matt's dick. The knowledge that he was getting off on the debauched scene sent an extra thrill through you.

"You look so fucking hot riding him, sweetheart. Love watching his cock disappear in your tight little cunt," Frank growled, his gravelly voice dripping with lust.

You cried out as Matt changed the angle slightly, the head of his cock now rubbing deliciously against that special spot inside you with every thrust. Your movements became erratic as your orgasm approached, grinding your clit against Matt's pubic bone desperately seeking more friction.

Flipping around, you straddle Matt's waist, sinking down on his long thick length.

"That's it, cum on my cock. Let me feel you squeeze me," Matt panted, his own release close.

"Please, I'm on the pill. Cum in me. I'm gonna...fuck...I'm cumming!" you screamed, pleasure exploding through your nerve endings as you clenched rhythmically around Matt's thickness.

The feeling of your pussy milking him was too much and with a hoarse shout, Matt followed you over the edge, spilling himself deep inside you. You collapsed against his sweat-slicked chest, both of you trembling and gasping for air in the aftermath.

"Mmm, so good," you murmured contentedly, sighing as Matt's softening length slipped out of you. A trail of your combined release trickled out to coat your inner thighs.

"You two are so fucking hot together," Frank said as he stood and walked over to the bed, his weeping erection bobbing with each step. "Now it's my turn"

Frank stalked over to the bed, his eyes dark with lust and need. With a low growl, he roughly flipped you over onto your hands and knees, giving your ass a sharp smack. You yelped at the sting but pushed your hips back eagerly, wanting more of his dominant touch.

"Gonna fuck this pretty pussy so hard," Frank rasped, grabbing your hips and rubbing the thick head of his cock through your soaked folds. "Pound this tight cunt 'til you're screaming for me."

"Please Frank, need your big cock stretching me," you whimpered, trying to impale yourself on his impressive length.

With one hard thrust, Frank buried himself to the hilt inside your slick heat. You cried out at the sudden intrusion, walls fluttering around him as he began to move. His pace was relentless, hips smacking against your ass with every powerful stroke. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping skin and your wanton moans.

"Take it slut, take my fucking cock," Frank snarled, one hand fisting in your hair and yanking your head back. "This cunt belongs to me now."

His filthy words only heightened your arousal, sending electric jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You could do nothing but hold on, surrendering yourself completely to the brutal pace he set. Frank pounded into you like a man possessed, grunting and growling as he took his pleasure from your pliant body.

"Fuck, your pussy feels so good squeezing my dick. Gonna fill this tight hole with my cum," Frank groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as his climax approached.

"Yes, please, want your cum so bad! Mark me, make me yours!" you babbled incoherently, lost to the intensity of sensations.

With a roar, Frank slammed into you one last time, grinding his pelvis against your ass as he emptied himself deep inside you. The feeling of his hot seed coating your inner walls triggered your own explosive orgasm. Rapture crashed over you in waves and you screamed his name like a prayer as ecstasy consumed you.

Overwhelmed by sensation, you surrendered completely, trusting them to shatter you into a million glittering pieces, secure in the knowledge that they would be there to put you back together again. In that blissful moment, you were theirs, mind, body and soul - and you never wanted to be anywhere else.

With a final crescendo of passion, the three of you shuddered and moaned in shared ecstasy.

As the last tremors of bliss faded, you collapsed between them, panting.

"I love you both so much," you whispered breathlessly, eyes shining with joyful tears. "That was incredible. I can barely feel my legs."

Chuckling softly, Matt and Frank wrapped your arms around you from either side. Utterly spent, you sank back onto the bed in a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs and rumpled sheets. For a long moment, you simply laid there together, hearts gradually slowing, breaths evening out, basking in the warm afterglow of your lovemaking. No more words were needed. Only the profound peace of total fulfillment.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this fic! Please let me know

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xxeycisxx · 3 months ago

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TO A VERY GOOD LAWYER

pairing matt murdock x female afab reader (no part 2 requests pls)

summary you and matt spend the night together after he represented you in your case

warnings set during daredevil born again. 18+. smut. fingering. praises. yearning. mention of drugs & (inaccurate portrayal of) insomnia. english is not my first language. not proofread.

author's note sorry to my followers who are mostly here for f1 content but i'm trying to get back into writing fics so i think i will turn this into a multifandom blog from now on ✌🏽

gif credit | masterlist

"and the jury finds the defendant.... not guilty."

in a few short days that you've known matt murdock, you find that he is a determined man. once he has set his mind onto something, it'd be very hard to convince him to do otherwise. he proved this by telling kirsten mcduffie that he wanted to represent you in your court case after you have been falsely accused of drug trafficking. though you once did in the past, not only dealing but taking as well, you have left that world, went to rehab and is now sober. you were careful enough not to leave any trails that could be lead back to you. but this time, you were framed. foolish of you to think that those people you were involved with would let you go that easily. and you were foolish enough to think that they'd believe you when you say that you would keep everything from the authorities.

you were going to accept the fact that you might never step foot outside of those tight four walls you were going to call home soon, to never feel the heat of the sun on your skin again, when you the door clicked. matt showed up, introducing himself and you held your breath. you only spoke four words, "i can't afford you". eyeing his blue suit and briefcase, they indicated that his service won't be cheap. but he quickly dismissed your concern, already sitting in front of you. and the next words that came out of his mouth were a promise that will get you out of this mess.

and now you are a free woman, all thanks to him.

"woo!" you cheer as the champagne bottle pops. matt smiles as you pour it into both your glasses. he was kind enough to let you go through his cabinet. to even invite you to his apartment and cook for you after the case is done.

"should we toast? i think we should toast!" you answer your own question, which makes him chuckle again. it feels like a reward to get to see this real version of you, an 180 contrast to the terrified one before this.

"to your freedom." he says, raising his glass.

"and to a very good lawyer."

your glasses clink and you both sip your drink. you take this opportunity to cast a glance at his apartment. he knows how to take good care of his home despite his disability. not a speck of dust can be seen. his kitchen was quickly sorted out after he cooked dinner for the two of you earlier. his movement were smooth though he was still careful around the stove and knives. you'd be lying if you say you were not impressed. some men even with all their five senses working, are not as efficient as he is.

"how are you feeling?" he asks, moving away from his island to the couch.

you sit beside him, one leg tucks under the other while leaving a respectful distance between the two of you. your champagne glass has been put aside on his coffee table. you tilt your head up, staring into one specific spot on his ceiling, thinking. not long after that, a smile grows on your face as you look back at matt, his unfocused eyes behind those red-tinted glasses waiting patiently for your answer.

"i feel great. relieved mostly. and i feel free. because i'm no longer looking at jailtime. and it's all still very bizarre to me that we won. all thanks to you, of course."

no longer do you have to look over your shoulder, waiting for trouble to come. justice has been served and you are free from your past. free to start a new life in the busiest city in the world.

"i just don't know what to do now. i mean i know i should try and get my apartment back. find a new job but it all seems very overwhelming. like i don't know where to start. i don't even know if i can do this. i know it won't be easy. people are not very kind to former addicts, you know? even when we're trying our best to be sober." you add, choosing to be honest about what has been worrying you since you were freed.

"well, i can't say i understand how you feel or what you're going through but take it slow. you can do this. take your time. it won't be easy but i've been doing this for a long time. i've seen my former clients get back to the top after their cases. i've seen them in a place better than they ever were. you can do it too. i know you can. i believe in you."

then matt reaches out to place his hand on top of yours on the couch, interlocking your fingers together

"make me proud, okay?"

your heart flutters in your chest. his hand decorated in blue-green veins feels big and warm, covering your small one completely as he gently squeezes it.

the way he's talking to you, with that deep timber of his voice you have begun to like a little too much, it shouldn't feel this intimate. the room suddenly feels too small, too hot and for once you're grateful that he's blind or else he would see how easily he has made you flustered. your mind starts to race with forbidden thoughts about him that you shouldn't even have dared to think about.

unbeknownst to you, matt is able to hear the change in your demeanor. your pounding heart, the sharp intake of your breath, how your body freezes at his words and only then he realizes what he's doing. quickly matt removes his hand from yours.

"oh, i'm— sorry." he mutters an apology before clearing his throat.

you shake your head, forcing a smile knowing he cannot see it. "it's fine."

matt fixes himself, manspreading on his couch. his rubs his thigh awkwardly, before taking the opportunity of this awkward silence to read you. you've changed your position, now leaning forward. you are fidgeting with your fingers in an attempt to calm your racing heart. and then he feels it, smells it. the way you're pressing your thighs together and that sweet scent of your arousal.

matt inhales shakily, nails digging into his own skin.

fuck.

"you want more champagne?" he offers, because he himself needs it right now.

you snap out of your daze. the silence lingers as you process his offer. this might be a bad idea. you never liked being drunk but god, you'd take anything to get your mind out of the gutter right now.

your voice trembles as you confirm. "yes. thank you."

he takes your glass without another word, navigating back to his counter. the champagne pours smoothly into your glass. he walks back to you and you murmur a thank you as you take your glass back.

matt reverts back to the kitchen. he can't let himself be too close to you right now. not after knowing what he knows. so instead he pours the last bits of champagne into his own glass. exhaling deeply, matt leans back against the island, before sipping his drink.

however hard he tries, he just can't stop thinking about your reaction. the fact that you're sitting there, pressing your legs together in an attempt to relieve yourself, wanting him, and he can't do anything about it because he respects you too much and the consequences of his colleagues finding out about this would be too severe.

"you uh.... do you have anywhere to stay tonight?" matt breaks the silence, finally popping the question. he never thought he'd want you out of his face as soon as possible but this is for the best of you both.

you look up, and the answer is easy.

"no. i don't." you shake your head as you reply. your family cut ties with you after you got into drugs and you don't have any ride-or-die friends that are willing to let you crash on their couch for a few days.

pause again. an idea pops in his head. a terrible one and matt clenches his jaw. before he could even stop himself, his body already betrays him, facing you from the kitchen. "well, you're welcome to stay however long you want."

your eyes widen at his offer. you blink, thinking that you've heard him wrong.

"w-what? i.... what about you? where will you sleep?"

he smiles softly. "i'll take the couch. it's fine, really. after what you've been through, i figure you'll need the rest anyway. take the bed."

you are left dumbfounded. you stare down at his couch you're currently sitting on. matt is tall, and this couch doesn't look that much comfortable for him to sleep in. you also think about the fact that you'll be sleeping on his sheets, surrounded by his scent everywhere and immediately you know that this is a terrible idea.

"n-no, i can't.... you've been too kind to me, mr murdock. i can't possibly kick you out of your own bed."

matt can't help the chuckle from leaving his lips. you're being too polite, as if you're not currently wet for him.

matt knows this is literally the opposite of what he needs right now. he can already imagine the sleepless nights. thinking about you tuck away safely under his duvet, wearing his shirt, his scent on you, with you lusting after him, it'd be too much for him too handle. but what's worse is leaving you to sleep in the streets.

"no. you're a guest. a woman. and everybody loves to brag about how much of a gentleman i am. i need to live up to my reputation."

the sound of his laugh sends tingles down your spine and straight to your core. you swallow. if only he knew how much you want him right now. his laugh sets your body on fire as a familiar warmth pools between your legs. you shift awkwardly on the couch, trying to will it away.

"you don’t have to pretend to be a gentleman for me, mr. murdock."

pause.

his jaw clenches at your words. hands gripping the glass in his hand a little too hard. matt wonders if it just slips, like you didn't even think about your words or if you're well aware of the implications.

it's a mixed of both.

you didn't think before you speak, but you're also glad. because seeing the way his jaw tightens at your words, the muscles under that white shirt tensing, and how the glass in his hand might just shatter soon confirmed your theory. he wants you too. and matt can't be that blind to not notice your attraction toward him. but the fact that he's restraining himself from doing anything about it frustrates you. the case is done. he is no longer your lawyer. nothing is tying you two together, if that's what he's so worried about.

you want to break him.

"it's fine, really. take the bed." he chuckles and repeats himself again, trying to act casual. "and stop calling me "mr murdock". it's matt."

"matt." you test it in a whisper-y tone, letting his name roll off your tongue. it sounds good. but you can't help yourself from imagining it being said in a more breathless, desperate tone.

matt swallows, hearing how your heart is pounding again and it's almost too hard to ignore.

"you need to get some sleep. it's late." he says, hoping that the conversation would end now.

"i.... i can't sleep." you choose to confess.

"why? insomnia?" matt guesses as he washes his empty glass.

you finish your drink before nodding and walking over, bringing your own to him.

"y-yeah.... something like that."

matt can feel your presence, can barely stand how close you are to him but he doesn't move, doesn't turn to look at you. but you can see how his chest rises and falls quicker than usual, having you just inches away from him again.

his fingers brush against yours as the glass exchanges hand but your answer distracts him from reacting to your touch.

"wait, seriously?" his eyebrows meet in a knot as matt turns, fully facing you now.

you can't tear your eyes away from him, as he stands so close to you. the height difference feels overwhelming. he's so much bigger than you, but it only makes you want him more.

"y-yeah, seriously. i.... i have trouble sleeping. it's like i can't turn off my brain."

"i.... i have no idea."

you chuckle nervously. "well, it's not relevant to the case so...."

"for how long?" matt inquires, the frown on his face grows deeper. the way you're casually admitting to this makes him feel uneasy. he can't even imagine how you still manage to function with the lack of rest. not to mention, the constant fear of the people from your past catching up to you and your court case. it must have been hell.

the concern in his voice makes your heart flutter. you have no idea how long it has been since anyone truly gives a shit about you. and you know you shouldn't read into his question too much but this feeling is nice. to know that at least someone cares.

"weeks. months, even. i've tried everything. counting sheep, meditation, even sleeping pills. nothing works. i just... i just can't sleep. i thought it was a withdrawal symptom but i've been sober for a while now and it just keeps getting worse."

matt's heart breaks hearing your answer. how your voice is laced with desperation for just a few minutes of rest. how you sound like you're already giving up at finding a cure for your insomnia.

"i'm sorry." his warm hand wraps around your arm, giving it a gentle squeeze and your breath hitches in your throat. a simple skin to skin contact but it sets your entire body in flames. the way his hand covers your arm, so much bigger than yours, the warmth radiating from it. it feels so good. it's electrifying.

and matt, he didn't even realize he was doing it. it's like a reflex to him, this need to offer you some sort of comfort.

"can't imagine what it must have felt like for you."

your lips tremble, trying not to tear up in front of him. not here, not now, not like this.

"it... it can get really lonely."

"well, i might know a thing or two about it."

you pause. "being lonely... you understand it?"

matt smiles. one that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "more than you know."

you falter, his reply catching you off guard. it's odd to think that this man in front of you, this confident, charming, attractive man, feels lonely. but the hint of sadness in his voice makes your heart ache. you don't know what's happened to him but the desire to comfort him and the desire to have him are now equally strong.

so many things happening right now that you never even thought would happen. well, yes of course you found matt attractive from the moment you laid eyes on him but with your case going on, you didn't have time to care. your life is more important that how devilishly hot your lawyer is.

but now that you're free, that you're finally alone with him, nothing is stopping you from taking in his handsome features. even in the dim lighting, you can see the way his stubble emphasizes the sharp edges of his jaw.

you inhale deeply, before taking a brave step toward him.

matt breathes your name. his hand never left your arm but his fingers tighten slightly on your skin. a silent warning. because he knows all too well what you're trying to do.

a shiver goes down your spine when you hear him say your name in that breathy tone. it sounds better than what you've imagined and you find yourself wanting to hear it more. and the feeling of his hand on your arm, the way his fingers grip you, it's enough to drive you crazy. the warning in his voice is clear as day, but you push through. you want him too much to care. you know he wants you too. you both needed this, only he's too stubborn to admit it.

you choose to ignore his warning, closing the distance between the both of you.

matt rasps your name again, only firmer. his voice is strained, his warning is clear. his grip on your arm tightens to the point where it almost stops you in your tracks but you push through, especially when he makes no effort to move away from you.

you're right in front of him now, your body flushed against his as his back pressed against the counter. his hand on your arm falls as you slowly unbutton his shirt from the bottom. already you could feel the heat of his body, how goosebumps appear on his smooth skin shivers as you leave featherlight touches across his abs.

"please..." you whisper, your voice nearly a moan.

his jaw clenches harder as you place your hand on his chest. his heart is pounding beneath your palm, and it's hard to ignore the way your touch affects him. he tries to keep his resolve, to not give in to his desires, to push you away, but he can't seem to do it.

"you need to stop... this isn't... we shouldn't..."

you look up to meet his eyes, though knowing that he couldn't see you but you could feel his gaze burning into you. you can feel his racing heartbeat, his breathing quickening. he's trying so hard to resist. to be a good, honorable man. to respect the boundaries. you can see how much he's struggling. but you don't care. not when you both know that you need this. this carnal desire to have each other begging to be satisfied.

you huff out in slight frustration. "why? because i'm your client?"

"yes."

his answer only makes you unbutton his shirt faster, pushing it behind him before raking your nails across his skin. you do not want to question how a blind man like him manages to achieve such a perfectly sculptured body.

he groans, feeling your hand on his chest. he can hardly think straight, drunk on your touch. his lust is starting to cloud his judgement. this is a battle he knows he won't win. every fiber of his being is screaming at him to pull you closer, to give in to the need that's coursing through his body. but he tries to fight it, still trying to be a good boy though gods know he's anything but.

"i don't care." all your rational thoughts have fade away, replaced by the overwhelming desire that you have for him.

"fuck...." he groans, throwing his head back in a bliss as he feels you pressing yourself against his hardening bulge. his hands instinctively go to hold you by your hips, the urge to guide you as you grind against him is strong.

matt has always been trying to be a good catholic boy. he's not one to curse, except in bed. but in only a couple days of knowing you, you have made a different man out of him, one that he doesn't even recognize himself.

"stop trying to be a gentleman. i told you, you don't have to pretend in front of me. i can take whoever the real you are."

matt is nice. his smile is charming. he always opens a door for you despite his disability, treats you like a person instead of a criminal like every other attorney or police officer. and you know how all these seem to be the bare minimum but in a world full of assholes who called themselves men, he is a diamond in a haystack.

"you don't understand. i'm.... i'm not a good man."

you could guess. everybody has a dark past. a self-proclaimed gentleman who admits to be lonely like him must have gone through something life-changing. but you couldn't care less in the slightest. you're not interested in who he was or his past. you just want him. this version of matt in front of you right now. this doesn't even have to be more than just you two having sex. you don't want to worry when tomorrow comes.

you study his face and see the pain, the loneliness, the desire behind his red-tinted glasses. you crave nothing more than to take away all his pain. you want to make him feel good, to make him feel loved and you want him to make you feel the same.

"me neither." you say, reminding him of how you two meet. in a police station, with your wrists cuffed to the desk.

"your past doesn't define you. you're a good person to me."

those words shouldn't have affected you so much but they do. those words of reassurance mean more than he could possibly know. he doesn't judge you, doesn't look at you like you're dirty and tainted. this Is the validation you've been desperate to hear.

"yours doesn't define you either, matt." you reach up and place your hand on the side of his face, your thumb softly stroking his cheek. "so stop letting it control you and just focus on what you want right now."

matt releases a deep breath. what he wants, or rather who he wants, is you. and you both know this. you could feel his muscles finally relaxing, the tension of his body slowly goes away and replaced by a deep lust for you.

"fuck it." and he finally crashes his lips against you.

it should be embarrassing how quickly you moan into his mouth but the thought is now so far from your mind thanks to the way his lips move against yours. he kisses you hungrily but with deep precision, like he's been thinking about this for a while. his lips dancing with yours in a perfect rhythm and you let him guide you through the flow.

matt breaks the kiss for a split second to remove his glasses before going back. one hand holding you by your hip, the other by the side of your hair, brushing it down slightly before going down to wrap his fingers around your throat. he doesn't close his grip, just holding you in place but your knees instantly go weak by the action. it's smooth without hesitation. he's not even doing much yet but it already have you a whimpering mess under him.

still with his lips on yours, matt steps forward, making you move in reverse toward his bedroom. you try not to break the kiss and turn around just to make sure that neither of you would be bumping into something but he seems pretty confident in his steps so you let him guide you.

along the way, you two discard each other's clothes. you push his white shirt until he falls to the ground, leaving matt with nothing to cover his upper body, making it easier for you to run your nails across his hard abs.

doing the same to you, matt only stops when you and him finally reach his bedroom to break the kiss and pull up your shirt. his hand then undo the clip of your bra with ease before his lips find yours again. you break the kiss for a split second to see where the bed is which is right behind you. you move in reverse, pulling him by his belt with you before stumbling backwards onto the mattress.

matt has his hands on both sides of your head to hold himself upright while you widen your legs to make space for him in between them before locking your ankles around his waist.

you claw on his chest, holding on for dear life as he lets himself loose, hands roaming to memorize every curves and dips of your body. his lips leave yours, now assaulting your every inch of your neck followed by a few light bites on your collarbone. you had to dug your teeth into your bottom lip to suppress the moans from tumbling over when he grinds his hardness against your clothed sex.

"don't hold back. you wanted me so bad, now let me hear you." matt whispers into your ear before biting your earlobe. the deep, perfect timber of his voice shoots straight down your core. it sounds better than what you have been fantasizing for the last hour. following his commands, you make yourself heard by him. every moans, every whimper, whines and mewl. his name falling from your lips in a most sinful way possible.

his lips trail down to your chest, taking one of your sensitive nipples in his mouth. his thumb brushing your other nipple, squeezing your tit. he can't get enough of how perfectly you tit fits under his palm. you moan, running your finger through his hair to get his mouth impossibly deeper into your chest. his mouth works its magic, sucking and swirling its tongue and gently biting your hardened nub before giving the other the same attention.

matt's focus then shifts to your jeans, eager to get rid of it. you kick it off followed by your panties, not caring where they land on his bedroom floor. he inhales shakily, his heightened sense catching the sweet scent of your dripping cunt in the air.

he pushes your leg apart and caresses your knee first before purposely slowing down his movement until he reaches your inner thigh. his middle and ring fingers then massages across your folds, and a moan left his lips at how you're absolutely soaked for him.

"fuck, you're so wet, sweetheart."

you whimper, buckling your hips for more friction, to hear more of that pet name from him.

"f-for you." you admit, no longer hiding as you shamelessly widen your legs for him, your desperation for him on full display. you try to grind against his hand but his other one holds you by your hip, giving it a light squeeze.

"shhh.... be good. behave." he says it so casually, barely above a breath but it already makes your pussy clench around nothing at how he manhandling you. it's something so incredibly sexy and yet frustrating at the same time, how he manages to be calm though his facial expression doesn't convey the same.

"please.... mhmm—"

matt listens, circling your clit with the same two fingers in a steady pace. not so fast to make you cum for him by doing just this though he'd love to find some other time to make that a reality, and not too slow that he's depriving you of your need.

"i know, i know...." he leans his forehead against yours. he listens to every micro expression of yours, studying just what makes you click. your breathlessness, the way your toes curl, your nails digging into the back of his neck and arm.

then matt suddenly stops but not for long. you don't even get to take a breath as he slips a finger smoothly inside you.

"f-fuck...." a broken moan escapes your lips, already feel so full of his digit.

matt moans, feeling how tight and warm you are, better than how he imagined it. his patience is starting to run thin, finding it difficult to not withdraw his hand and bury himself inside you instead.

"soaking my finger already and i barely even touched you." he grunts, rocking his digit in and out of you. his thrusts are and careful but not slow. he scissors inside you, stretching you out, just how he wants you. his heightened sense helps him to immediately find the perfect rhythm that would make you melt under him.

"oh fuck— fuck, fuck— thank you. thank you—"

that earns another grunt from him. you're so sweet, so polite, thanking him like that. it's only fair that he rewards you with another one of his thick digits.

"oh— fuck—" you mewl, clenching around his fingers. your legs are already shaking and he's just gotten started.

the palm of his hand hits your clit in each pumps, stimulating you further and earning a whine from you. matt just knows what he's doing, as if you two had done this before. if you could even gather a coherent thought, you'd say that it's impressive how effortless the way he's drawing those sounds from you that you didn't even think you could make.

"you're so beautiful like this. so good for me." matt praises, and you wanted to argue that he couldn't see you so he wouldn't know but the tip of his fingers start hitting that sweet spot inside you, making you lose all of your vocabulary. and besides, he's lawyer. you wouldn't want to argue with one. you know you wouldn't win.

"m-matt.... matt— i'm—"

you don't even get to tell him that you're close, he's already pulling out his fingers out of you.

"no...." you pant. your legs are wobbly already, shaking from just his fingers.

"patience, sweetheart. i want you to come on my cock. now, open."

and you listen, opening your mouth to taste yourself on his fingers. you hum, and the vibration shoots straight down to his cock. you coat his digit with your saliva and sucking them a little bit, dreaming of how it'd be if his fingers was his cock instead. he can't see you and yet you find yourself keeping an eye contact on his unfocused pupils.

matt growls, before pulling out his fingers from your mouth. he gets off the bed, freeing his hard cock from the confines of his pants. your lips parted at the sight. he's bigger than any man you have ever taken. thick and long and god he's already hard. it's crazy to think that you made this this way, how you both are equally desperate for one another.

"it's okay." matt reassures you as he crawls back to you, giving you a few pecks on the lips.

"we'll go slow, okay? i'll be gentle." he smiles, kissing you deeply. you nod, breathing shakily as he positions himself in between your legs.

"wait." you stop him, and matt freezes.

"what is it? did i do something wrong?" he asks, worried that he might have accidentally hurt you without realizing.

"no. just— let me." you gather some of your wetness from when he was working you open with his fingers earlier to smear it on his tip.

matt growls at the action. if his cock could grow any harder, it would. "fuck, sweetheart. you're killing me."

you grin, before he grabs you by your throat to kiss you deeply as his hand pumps his cock before pushing you gently back onto the mattress.

"let me make you feel good now." he says it like a promise, before slowly pushing himself inside you.

"ah— fuck. matt—" you mewl, your wall tensing around his length.

"it's okay. i'll go slow. relax for me, darling." he says, spitting on your entrance for more lube.

it feels like forever, before he's finally fully inside you. matt stays like that for a moment, letting you adjust to his size. he pushes your hair aside, his lips travel all across your face in an attempt to soothe the burning sensation inside you. you're panting already just from having his cock buried deep inside you.

"i got you." matt says in a whisper, and you trust him. you trusted him with your future, your life, and now you trust that he will make you feel good.

"fuck...." you moan. he's going slow, finding his pace but the thickness of his cock is already enough to make you see stars.

"m-matt— so big—" a mewl spilling out of your lips. you cling onto his arms, your nails creating crescent-shaped imprints on his skin.

"i know, i know." matt replies but it was far from a smug tone. "but you're taking it so well. such a good girl for me."

fuck.

"please.... s-say it again." usually you'd hate to beg for men. you hate how pathetic it makes you feel. but not with matt. you find yourself willing to do anything to earn those praises again. to make him proud, like he said.

you see how his expression slightly falters, sensing what you need. his knuckles caress your cheekbones softly and you can't help but lean into his touch.

"you're such a good girl for me. you're doing so good. taking me so well. i'm so proud of you."

fuck, fuck, fuck.

you've slept with plenty of men in your life, especially when you were dealing and taking drugs. you were so desperate in wanting to get high that you were willing to spread you legs to any dealer who promised to spare you a few pills. some kept their promises. some were only using you for their pleasure.

but with matt, you weren't expecting anything less. somehow you knew he wouldn't be treating you like those men did. and you were right. he's being tender, gentle. he keeps his hands on either side of your head, as if he's afraid he'd break you further if he touches you. he's fucking you like you're a fragile little doll and you're starting to get tired of it.

"more." you manage to say in a steady voice.

"what?"

"i need more."

"but—"

"you s-said..... that i'm taking you well. i can take more. please."

matt groans. how could he refuse you, when you sound so sweet, begging him like that? when you look so pretty sprawl underneath him like this?

so matt delivers. he listens to your reaction to find out what exactly you need. his hips slam against yours harder, deeper with a slightly faster pace. and it's perfect. in a minute you have become a mess underneath him. the way your eyes flutter in pleasure, having difficulties to keep them open, how he knocks the breath out of you.

matt takes his hand to press his thumb down on your lower belly with his other fingers on your waist, stimulating you further while getting to feel just how deeper and far up your guts he is, pulling out a whimper from you.

"fuck— j-just like that—"

matt could feel you getting close to your peak, but you're not quite there yet. with his one hand still pressing down your belly, he takes his other hand to rub your clit at a steady pace. you moan loudly, back arching at the new sensation.

"yes, yes, yes, yes— fuck. oh my god, yes— just like that—"

god has blessed matt with having a reincarnation of aphrodite underneath him, drunk on his cock and he doesn't understand just what he did to get so lucky tonight. he couldn't get enough of you. your expressions, knowing that this must probably be the first time since your dealing days that someone is pleasuring you like this. and even then, matt doubts any of those men could make you feel like he does right now. your body is perfect. those sounds that you're making are addicting and matt wishes he could do something to have them playing on repeat in his brain.

"m-matt—"

"i know, i know, sweetheart." you don't even have to say it, he could already feel your orgasm approaching from miles away and matt does everything in his power to bring it to you. his fingers continue flicking your clit, his thumb presses down on your lower belly for that extra stimulation, and his tongue never stops from telling you all the things that you been craving to hear. how beautiful you look in this moment, how good you're being for him. how much he wants to feel you milking his cock.

"come for me. let me feel you soaking my dick."

that's all it takes.

your body shakes as a wave of ecstasy washes over you. the scream you let out is enough to earn complaints from his neighbour the next morning. your brain goes numb, empty. the only thing you could think of is just matt. your chest heaves as you pant. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he continue rocking his hips, chasing his own high now.

matt grunts as he gets close to his own release. nearing there, he pulls out, hand pumping his cock as he spills himself on your stomach. you moan, unable to gaze away from how hot he looks right now, jerking his dick off with his head thrown back in pleasure. before collapsing besides you.

silence, but not for long before matt wraps his arm across your waist, pulling you close and burying his face in the junction of your neck. he's panting as well, exhausted certainly. you smile, caressing his arm with your eyes closed.

"not letting you sleep on the couch tonight." you whisper.

"god, i hope so." he replies, and you laugh.

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