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Wait For It

Matt Murdock x f!m reader(Y/N)

Summary: Matt woke up with a strict agenda; to Fuck you nice and slow. To enjoy the sound of your moans, or the way you beg for more.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ minors DNI, cursing, unprotected sex, slapping, choking, dirty talk, semi-rough sex, degrading, praising, begging, cream pie, overstimulation.

Word count: 2.8k

“I know you’re awake.” He whispered against my ears, so soft and light. But I kept quiet pretending not to be awake. His hands rode my body, trying to get a reaction out of me, but I gave away none.

He peppered my face with a few kisses, and I was fighting every part of me not to break a smile out, he was being so soft right now and all I wanted to do was embrace him in a big warm hug — as stubborn as I am, I wanted to see how this would play out. After not hearing a peep from me, Matt snuck his face into the crook of my neck, stealing all my warmth replacing it with a soft kiss. My body almost shattered, feeling his do such soft things to me. I only clenched my teeth refusing to react.

“Fine, have at it,” he said. And I felt the bed dip and he was about to leave. I immediately reached for him, pulling him back on the bed.

“Good morning.” I whispered. A bright smile on my face as I stared at him, his eyes so soft and curious. His hands cupped my face as he analyzed my features, Matt did this every morning. His hands roaming every part of my face.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said.

I playfully shook my head, “how would you know?”

“Oh, I know.” He assured me.

“Tell me how, show me how.”

His hands caress my face before feeling my features, his hands traveling everywhere on my face, feeling everything all at once, a huge grin resting on his face.

“Feel that? that’s one cute button nose.”

I was growing more curious about this, I wanted to see things the way he sees things — or at least the way he feels things. I wanted to walk in his shoes even for a few minutes — even if it wasn’t completely the same.

“I want to see what you see.” I paused, “I mean; that I want to see you, the way you see yourself.” I said.

He sighed. “You’ll feel bad the second I show you the way I see myself.”

I know in the long run Matt does struggle with his identity — I mean only a psychopath wouldn’t — he’s a lawyer by day and vigilante by night, he sometimes finds it hard to balance those identities — it makes him truly question whether or not he's a monster.

I opened my mouth to speak, but he beat me to it first, “I’ll just show you.” He whispered.

He held my hands, a smile etched on his face, “close your eyes, sweetheart.”

I smiled before pushing myself forward kissing him on the cheek, “you’re beautiful, you know.” I mumbled before closing my eyes.

“Are they close?” He asked.

“Uh-huh.”

I bit on my lips waiting for him to do whatever he wanted to do next, waiting for his next move felt like a thousand years of waiting, his hands around my wrist while he held them in the air. A soft breath escaped my mouth, I was growing impatient by the seconds.

Within a few seconds I felt my hands on his face, and he released my wrist, giving my full permission to explore, for me to see him the way he sees himself.

I rubbed my thumb on his cheeks before trailing down to his jawline, so sharp — the subtle of his beard tickle my hand — the rough feeling, then there was a scar near the edge of his jaw — and I knew that one because it’s a fresh cut I had to stitch two nights ago.

I stayed quiet as my fingers felt his nose, relieved to know it wasn’t broken in any way, I moved my hands to his brows — his bushy brows were so furrowed — I used my thumb to press on them, taking the frown off his face. My fingers traced his eyes, and I reached up kissing both eyes, those soft eyes who hold so much vulnerability — those same eyes he calls a curse and a blessing. I kissed them, hoping to show him how much I love them regardless of how much pain it brings him. They are my favorite part of him. His eyes are everything — so soft and curious.

I dragged my hands down again, tracing his lips, his soft pink lips, my chest heaved as I dragged down his bottom lip, my skin growing hot feeling the way his lips formed a little smirk.

“Don’t freak out, baby. It’s just my lips.” He mumbled, making light of the situation.

My face heats up, hearing him speak and I never realized how much his voice did to me. I kept my eyes shut — squeezing them.

I felt his warmth closer to me, his breath so close to my face, I didn’t know when but I was gripping on his bicep, Matt didn’t have any shirt on, and I wanted to hold onto something — then it hit me, I didn’t have anything on either.

Matt likes me naked at night, so I sleep naked at night. He loves it because he gets to feel all of me, and it makes me happy to do the little things he loves. So here I was naked, more self aware than ever, feeling the way his face is getting closer to mine.

His lips felt so light on top of mine, brushing his lips against mine, teasing me.

He placed a soft peck on my bottom lip, then on my top lip, when I reached forward to go in for a kiss I felt him pull away a little, only a ghost of a kiss that was placed on my lips.

I’m impatient and Matt knows it, he’s doing all of this for his gain — his fun. But I was impatient.

I moved my body towards him, my chest against his chest as I straddled his lap, and his arms immediately wrapped around my waist holding me up, his erection so hard under me, I tilted my head back for a second taking it all in with a harsh breath.

Matt laid a kiss on my neck, and I shuttered. But when I tried gridding myself against his erection to ease the pain between my legs, his hands on my waist stopped me. Almost as if he knew what I’d do next.

Matt slapped my ass, “no, baby.”

“Matt, please.” I whispered, my eyes still closed. And I wonder if he was proud of me for keeping them close all this time. I was feeling what he felt — the suspense was killing me, I was unable to see what he’d do next. All I could do was wait for it. And it felt so much more intense focusing on the sound of his voice, his touch. God, it was so fucking intense.

“And I said, no.” He whispered. His lips on my collarbone, his teeth grazing it a little. My hands rested on his shoulders, gripping onto him because I was impatient and I needed to hold back my needs.

“You know, this morning I woke up, and the first thing I wanted was you.” He continued, “I wanted to make love to you.” He whispered, and whimpered, squirming on top of him, his firm grip on my ass still intact.

“I wanted to fuck you nice and slow, to hear you beg me to go faster, but I wouldn’t because I wanted nice and slow.” He gripped on my ass, squeezing it with such needs, a desperate moan escaped my lips.

“Don’t I always get what I want, sweetheart?”

“Yes, you do.” I breathed, “You do.”

“Change of plans, sweetheart.” He slapped my ass, and this time he grinned me on top of him a little, his erection throbbing under me.

“I want you to ride me, nice and slow. Until I want to change the rhythm, yeah?”

“I can’t, Matt I swear I can’t.”

A groan left his lips, “such a fucking brat,” I felt his hand wrap around my throat, and my hands held onto his wrist, I was fighting the urge not to take the free pass and grind myself on top of him.

“Swearing on things you know nothing about.” He hissed.

“Please, kiss me.” I wanted his lips on mine while his hands were wrapped around my throat, while his cock is under me, throbbing.

“Why should I?”

“Fuck.” My voice so weak and needy.

“What did I say about swearing?”

A whimper left my lips, as my brow furrowed,“no swearing from me during sex.” I said, and I waited for him to lay a slap on my ass but it never came.

Matt hates it when I swear, he isn’t big on rules he’s quite adventurous, but when he fucks me he only like to hear the sounds of my moans to fill his ears or the way I beg, anything but swearing, he says the mouth he claims shouldn’t be saying such filthy things. He’s not a complete control freak — I can swear anytime, but when we’re having sex.

I felt myself lift up under him before being completely impaled by his cock a loud gasp left my mouth, my head falling on his shoulders.

“Don’t fucking move.” He instructed.

And I knew why this was my punishment because feeling him against me was less painful than feeling him throb inside me without moving.

Be good, be good, be good, be good. I chanted in my head, trying to behave as much as I can because the reward will be so fucking great.

“Baby, your heart is racing.” He said, his voice a little softer. “You okay? Too much?”

“I can take it.” I said and I wish my voice came out stronger but it only came out desperate. “Please. Let me take it. I just need you.”

“You’re so scared to budge, you’re being so fucking good, right now.” He praised, “My little desperate slut.” He said, and I shivered, another sigh escaping my lips, my self control slipping away little by little. The way he balances the degrading and the praising amazes me, he makes me feel like the most everything.

I’m everything to him.

I felt him pull my head off his shoulders, his fingers under my chin as he pushed my head back, “are your eyes still closed?”

Without a heartbeat I answered, “yes.”

“Good girl.”

I felt his lips against my own again, the second he kissed me he waited no time to push his tongue in my mouth — tasting me as much as I’m tasting him.

Whenever Matt kisses me, the world comes to a complete stop, feeling the way his lips feels on me — the way he always pushes for more, simple because he can never get enough of me. Even though I’m the one always begging but the way he touches me, feels so much more desperate than I am.

I left my mouth open to catch my breath, and his lips met with my nipple the hand on my waist guiding me up, and i swear I almost saw stars, little Matt in his daredevil costume flying on top of my head as my head rolled back feeling him move against me for so long, his cock throbbing inside of me — so I clenched around because this was so much more Intense than I anticipated for it to be.

Moans, moans, moans, I was moaning each time his hands rode me up only to slowly push me back down, I wanted more. I craved for more. Maybe to move a little faster because this was so fucking painful.

Matt bit my nipples, and a groan escaped my lips, “stop clenching yourself around me.” He hissed.

“I can’t stop,” I breathed. “You’re throbbing so much and we’re going so slow.” I said.

His hand was wrapped around my throat again, and he pushed me back a little, the slow thrust getting a little faster as he sucked on my tits.

“Baby, let me know if it gets too much.” He said.

And my brows furrowed because we established that I could handle this, but when I felt his hand release my throat to glide down my stomach to meet my clit as he circled it, I flinched away, too much. Too much all at once.

The slow trust, the biting on my nipples, the sloppy kisses, now this.

“Oh, Matt.” I moaned. Feeling him circle my clit as I rode him at his desired pace, and I was still proud of myself for pushing my patience, for keeping my eyes closed — for taking all of this.

“You’re doing so good.” He whispered. Praising me for all of my accomplishments this morning.

“My little slut is doing so good,” he moaned, the sweet soft sounds reaching my ears, “keep this up and I might fuck you real hard tonight.”

“How hard?” I asked, curiosity getting the best of me, letting myself ponder on the thoughts

“Oh, baby, I’ll take you against the counter, all spread out only for me to feel.” His strong thrust followed, “I’ll be so harsh with you — you won’t walk for days.”

I moaned, feeling his fingers circle my clit as I rode him — so slow and sensual. “Please.” I begged, and I’m not entirely sure why I begged.

“The only begging you'll be doing is for me to stop.” He said.

Without a warning all my senses kicked in, feeling myself release — everything felt so blurry, unable to focus on one feeling — his cock still inside of me — moving inside of me, his fingers still circling my clit. This was all so painful now.

“You smell so good.” He whispered, the soft kiss he left on my neck left me shuddering. “Do it again.” He requested.

He’s asking me to come again as if I just clapped and he’d like to hear it again, “Matt, no… I can’t.” I mumbled. His slow thrust chasing my high. And the overstimulation was already feeling too much, everything was so much more intense.

“Sure you can.” He challenged, his hips buckling forward, the pace no longer slow and sensual. Instead I was met with hard thrust — hard quick desperate thrusts.

I dropped my head on his shoulders, the chants of moans leaving my lips as I felt Matt grip on my ass moving me up and down meeting his own thrusts. The moans that were now leaving his mouth told me how he was close.

His lips found mine again, taking them by force, so much more desperate than before, moans were spilling out our mouths and I couldn’t tell who was louder than the other.

He slapped my ass again, causing me to break away from our kiss. My brows furrowed feeling his harsh thrust inside of me, so much stronger than before — so much more desperate.

Matt whimpered under me, coming completely undone, his body shuddering under mine, his pace getting sloppier than ever, and I sucked on his neck, feeling a little possessive than usual.

“Y/N…” he moaned.

“Cum with me, Matt. Fill me up,” I begged. My teeth grazed his skin, feeling him push into me a few more times as I spilled on him, feeling him spill Inside of me, our body fluid mixing together as they slipped out of me, gliding down my thigh.

“See, I knew you could do it again.” Matt said, the sarcasm laced in his voice as he pulled out of me. And due to my sensitivity I moaned.

Matt laid me on the bed, kissing my cheek, “you can open your eyes now, baby.” He whispered.

I hummed as I opened my eyes, his face coming into view — his eyes focused down, and I smiled at his soft expression. It still takes me by surprise that this soft man is the man giving every bad guy in Hell’s Kitchen a run for their money.

“You’re so beautiful.” I whispered.

And I watched him get all flustered like the usual, his face fighting his huge grin, he shook his head lightly before getting off the bed making his way to the bathroom.

I closed my eyes for a second, but then I felt a cold towel ride up my skin, I glanced down looking at how focused Matt was on cleaning me up. He did this after every intense sex we have, even the ones we count as angry sex, I get to enjoy how his face soften for me as he cleans me up with so much care, showing me how much he truly loves me.

Matt laid a soft kiss against my stomach after he cleaned me up, pulling me close to him. His face tucked in the crook of my neck.

“Matt, it was so…” I paused searching for the word, “intense.”

“I know,” he breathed against my neck, “that’s how it feels every time for me, except everything is heightened.”

“So you felt twice as much as I felt?”

“Yeah.”

“How do you hold back for so long?” I asked because I couldn’t imagine myself holding back for that long.

“Self-control, baby.” He said, “besides I love hearing you beg.”

I turned around to face him, pushing myself closer to him, smiling into his chest, “I love you.” I whispered.

“I love you, so much more.”

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♫three is the magic number♫

I love this so fucking much!!! It makes me want to write a foursome!! (Ik weird, but i I just love them sm<3) I need to start posting some Andrew Garfield content too :/

“I know, I know. we suck. I don’t know how to work as a team.”

#spiderman no way home #tobey maguire #andrew garfield #tom holland #sony #marvel #marvel mcu #peter parker #spiderman no way home spoilers #the amazing spider man #peter 1 #peter 2 #peter 3

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juicyfruitsx0 · 2 years

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All the feels is so good 🙏🙏🙏 you're an amazing writer and a godsend

I do it for u guys!!! I’m glad you guys are enjoying all the Matt Murdock I’ve been putting out there, and trust me MORE is coming soon!

#matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock #charlie cox #charlie #spider man #spider man no way home #daredevil #hells kitchen #marvel mcu #marvel #mcu fic #mcu #mcu phase 4

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God his eyes are EVERYTHING. one look from him and I’d melt, those are some serious soft eyes man. One look is all it takes.

#matt murdock x y/n #matt murderdock #matt murdock #spider man: no way home #no way home #daredevil #charlie cox #marvel #mcu universe #mcu x reader #marvel mcu #tobey maguire #andrew garfield #tom holland

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MATT MURDOCK

18+ | NSFW

All The Feels

Summary: After a good beat, Matt shows up on your doorstep for help. Content with helping him, he pushes for more.

Wait For It

Summary: Matt woke up with a strict agenda; to Fuck you nice and slow. To enjoy the sound of your moans, or the way you beg for more.

#masterlist #masterpost #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock

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All The Feels

Matt Murdock x f!m reader(Y/N)

Summary: After taking a good beat, Matt showed up on your doorsteps for help. Content enough to help him, he pushes for more.

Warning: 18+ unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, choking, semi-rough sex. semi-degrading?

Disclaimer; not edited!

Word count: 4K

Three loud knocks was what woke me up, startled by the unusual sound, I climbed out of bed — determined to know who dared to knocks at my door at this hour. I didn’t notice at first because I was too busy rubbing my eyes, a painful groaned was what caused me to finally adjusted my sight — I stared at the familiar man in the mask, the man who swore he’d never come back here for my own safety.

Matt stood there his hand holding himself up, my breath hitched at the sighed, the bruises that coated his skin looked unbearable.

“God…” I dragged out.

“You’re gonna leave me to die out here or what?” He groaned out, barely able to contain himself.

“I should, shouldn’t I? I mumbled, humoring him. My hands reached out for him leading him in my apartment. Helping him drag himself to my bed. I laid him on my bed, taking off the famous vigilante mask, revealing his face — the only part of him I feel like that’s reserved for me. His eyes stared ahead, anywhere but on me, but when I spoke somehow his eyes found its way to my direction. The soft look on his face was enough to make me melt.

My fingers trailed to his waist, pulling the em of his shirt up a bit, curious to see how it looked under there, and the higher my fingers went his chest weaved. I stayed quiet as I removed his shirt, but the groans that escaped his mouth weren’t sounding pretty. And soon I understood why because his chest was decorated with bruises, open wounds on each side of his waist, and let’s not talk about his face and knuckles.

“How’s it looking, Doc?”

“You’ll live.”

A dry yet painful laugh escaped his lips, “don’t I ever?”

I rolled my eyes before making my way to the bathroom, grabbing the first aid-kit as I grabbed it I caught my reflection in the mirror. Wild hair, tired eyes, completely scared. The large shirt I wore reached my thighs but I pushed that thought behind me because Matt won’t see anything. I reached the bed, plopping myself slowly next to him, Matt’s hand instantly shot up, laying themselves on my bare thigh. I lost focused for a second — feeling his familiar touch, the warmth he sends down my skin by just one touch. I held in my breath for a few seconds, giving myself time to adjust.

“Try not to move.” I said as I opened the kit a few cuts on his stomach will need stitches, the rest we’ll put a bandaid on and hope for the best. I grabbed the needle, working on his open wounds, his bare chest waving making it hard for me to focus.

“Your heart is racing so fast.” He said, his hands rubbing themselves on my thigh. And I hated how much of me I couldn’t hide — sure Matt can’t see my reactions or the effects he has on me, but he can hear them so well it scared me, because I could never hide anything from him.

“You’re hurt, Matt. I’m scared, that’s all.” I whispered, my hands moving on his wounds as I stitched the skin back together — feelling his raw muscles flex under me, the small groans he’s holding back.

“You’re also mad.”

I was, I am mad. Matt disappears and Valium it’s for my own protection, breaking off anything we had like it was nothing, all those night I worry about him, wondering if he made it this time, wondering who stitches him up? Wishing and hoping each nights he goes out he makes it back home safely or at least in one piece. Then there were those lonely nights, the nights where I needed him, where I craved him. When he should be in bed with me keeping me warm instead the only sort of warmth I had was the hot tears that slipped down my cheeks.

I closed the stitch adding the pad on top of it, feeling a little more at ease knowing he’ll be okay tonight. His touch on my thigh was no longer the soft hazy feeling I was feeling before — it was rough and needy.

I closed my eyes for a second, “Matt, what are you doing?” I whispered.

His hands shot up to my arm, slowly gliding themselves up as they rested around my check. Matt hooked his thumb under my chin pushing my head back a little as he explored my jaw. I stared down at him — his eyes so focused somewhere else, his brow furrowed with curiosity, his mouth parted open. Matt’s fingers traced my lips, slowly, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb on my cheeks, feeling the soft exhale coming out of my mouth.

“Kiss me.” He whispered.

And I nearly choked on air, I swallowed as my eyes flicked on his lips, then his soft eyes. So curious.

“Matt…” I whimpered, barely able to contain my needs.

He pulled his body upward the quick action causing me to grab onto him, trying to stop his actions, but he only pulled himself closer to me. “Why are you fighting it? Do you hear how much your heart races for me? Just for me.”

I swallowed again, swallowing all of my needs. Trying to push him away for good like I was supposed to. I just shouldn’t have open the door, not when I known I can’t fight my feelings around him.

Matt etched his body closer to mine, connecting our forehead. “Baby, say something. I love hearing that voice of yours, you know.” He whispered, his breath fanning my face. He rubbed his hands up and down my arms before resting them on my shoulders, waiting for an answer even though listening to my heart gave away all my feelings towards him.

“We shouldn’t.” Was all I could manage to choke out.

“You’re right.” He agreed, and before I could pout on his agreement his lips took mine so delicately, such a chaste kiss — leaving me coming back for more as I leaned forward, demanding more.

“You kissed me.” I said, a moan leaving the tips of my lips — my face so close to his, we were sharing the same breath.

His eyes so soft and tired, “I know, I’m sorry. I missed your cheeks.”

Matt might be blind but he wasn’t stupid, he didn’t missed my cheeks, it was completely intentional, just to mess with my head. Because now that I’ve got a taste — I realized how much I missed him, how much I need him. Right now.

Matt’s hand softly rode my thigh, pulling the shirt up more, gripping on my flesh his head cocked to the side, his eyebrows shooting up the look of frustration was so clearly painful on his face.

A lopsided grin formed on his face, “I feel you, you know? I can smell you too.” His lips met my cheeks, the kisses he left there felt so light, almost as if he just brushed his lips against my skin.

“I can smell just how wet you are right now.” He continued, “but baby, I wanna feel it.” He growled.

“You’re so hurt right now.” I said.

And I limited myself a few words because I know if I keep speaking I’ll just confess ass my dirty sins to him.

An look close to animalistic flashed on his face, his eyes full of danger — not satisfied with my answer. “It’s more painful, smelling you’re arousal, just teasing me, and I can’t get a taste of it.”

A soft sound escaped my throat hearing how close to desperate those words sounded leaving Matt’s mouth. The butterflies in my stomach dancing for him all over again, just when I thought I was moving on — here he was showing up on my doorstep bruised up and all.

My hands reached to pulled down his shirt, making it more obvious that I was done doing whatever this was, when I stood up his hands immediately reached for mine pulling me back down — my heart racing all over again.

“Y/N.” he tsk, “I wasn’t finished with you yet.” He grumbled, his face was now closer to mine, and I could feel the soft breaths he takes just like he hears how fast my heart races for him.

“Matt… you need the rest.”

“I don’t need the rest,” he protested, “I need you.”

I bit my lips in hesitation, my heart is saying yes, but my brain is saying no. I couldn’t make up my mind, but Matt’s grip on my hand didn’t loosen and I don’t think it would anytime soon or not at least I really put an end into this — and that was even more scarier than him leaving me.

His hands reached for my cheeks now, cupping them in his hand, “my heart races miles per hours for you too, baby.” The grip on my hand loosened as he placed it on his chest, his heart nearly in my hands, feeling it race.

“You feel that, Y/N?” He asked and I nodded, completely forget the fact that he’s blind, yet Matt didn’t check in or wait up for my verbal answer. His hands only dragged my hands down, placing them somewhere else.

A sigh escaped my lips feeling his erection, my mind wondering off to places I dream about daily, “you feel how hard I am for you, Y/N. Only you.” He whispered his head coming closer to mine.

“Matt..” I began to protest.

He only hushed me, “Close your eyes.” He ordered.

I hesitated before closing my eyes, the world going dark — anticipating on his next move. I felt the ghost of his breath hover mine and within seconds his lips crashed on mine. His soft cherry lips met mine once again, tasting me all over again as if it was the first time. I moved forwards already wanting more of him, the small groan that escaped his lips made me pull back the reminder of him being in pain resurfacing back to me.

“I’m sorry.” I mumbled, my breath caught in my throat my eyes still closed as I rested my forehead on his.

I light sound lives his mouth — he was chuckling, somehow finding amusement in whatever I was apologizing for.

“You’re so cute when you worry about me,” he whispered, his hands caressing my head as he tucked a tendril behind my ears, “but I’m a big boy, Y/N, I can handle it.”

“Right…” it was my turn to laugh now, “Matt, the big boy.” I amused.

“Hmm,” he hummed as his mouth took mine again, this time wasting no time to thrust his tongue into my mouth — our tongues dancing together as we kissed, his hands trailing up my body.

“You smell so good,” he said in between kisses, so rushed — scared I might run away.

I placed my hands in his hair, pulling at it as he kissed harder — asserting dominance, teaching me a lesson. A nice reminder on how much he can ruin me. Matt pulled me closer — pulling me on his lap, his hands under my shirt groping my breast.

A soft moan escaped my lips, as his mouth l latched on my neck, sucking and biting the same spot — probably branding me as his all over again. He pinched my nipples requesting another sound from me, and without a protest another moan escaped my lips. I gripped on Matt shoulders as tilted my head back getting more assess of my neck, and any more of me he could get.

My mind a messy blur feeling his touch every, all at one, so intense. Matt knew my body more than I knew it, he knew all the right nerves — he knew all the reactions to expect when he touches me certain places — he studied me like subject, making it his impossible mission to have me whimper under hand every time he laid a finger on me, already having me beg for more without so much as a soft kiss.

“Take it off, Matt. Please.” I begged. The shirt on me was making it hard for me to feel more of him.

“I haven’t even touched you yet, and you’re already begging.” He breathed. My shirt was still on because I know how much Matt takes pleasure in denying me.

“Tell me baby, If I touch you… how wet will I find you.” His voice so hoarse and raspy — his other hand gripping on my wait as he glide down a hand down my stomach.

“Dripping.”

He hummed in amusement, his hand going past my underwear and my back arched feeling his fingers near where I want him the most, I pulled my head back, my hands still resting on his shoulders — I looked at his face, looking for him, and a wide grin spread across his face as he opened my fault, his fingers gliding up and down feeling my wetness.

“Fuck…” he breathed, his nose flaring as he pushed a digit in and I gasped in surprised, griping harder on his shoulders, at the sound of my voice his eyes found mine, his eyes so full of wonder. “I missed this so much,” he mumbled, pushing in another finger, this time the pressure felt too overwhelming — I rested my head against his shoulders, my breath short and fast, as pumped his fingers into me.

“Y/N, I’m trying so hard not to fuck you until I come, so hard. As much as I love fucking you, I love feeling the vibrations your body makes as you come for me.” He said.

This time I muster up the courage to hold myself up as he fingers me, my hands flew forward cupping his face, “please.” I begged.

His breath hitched as his free hand help me take off the big shirt — his fingers still going in and out of me.

His thumb found my clit as he circled it in a circular motion, his free hand kneading my tits, a whimper leggy his mouth and I almost came undone right then and there, but before I could recover, he spoke again, “cum of my fingers, please Y/N, let me feel you.”

I crashed my lips on his riding my high on his fingers, feeling him everywhere — his touch taking over me more and more we touch. I gave up on the sloppy kissed feeling his lips brush against my face our breath lingering — the loud desperate moans that leaves my mouth as I came.

With a satisfying grin on his face, as my chest waved I watched Matt pull out his fingers out of me, so wet with my liquid — what he did next almost made me moan. Matt pushed both fingers in his mouth licking them clean with a hmm.

“Fuck, you taste, just as good as you smell.” He whispered as he pushed me down on the mattress — stitching our positions. He groaned in pain as he situated himself on top of me. And before I could reach for him — to pull him down, he grabbed onto my wrist pinning them over my head.

“I’m a big boy.” He repeated, reminding me of his previous words.

Without a protest I watch him pull the shirt completely off his body, more skin revealed to me, like an automatic reaction my hands reached forward the need to feel him taking over. He groaned when I grabbed on his abs, “sorry.” I mumbled loosening my grip on him.

“Don’t be.”

He hurried his face in the crook of my neck, his lips leaving small faint kisses, trailing down the rest of my body. When he reached my breast, with his eyes closed he sucked on my tits, biting it softly earning a few groans out of me. His fingers twisting my other nipple — sending down both pain and pleasure. Abs I was squirming under him, my raspy moans requesting for more.

His kisses trailed on my stomach, his fingers gripping to the em of my underwear — feeling him pull it off of me, when I leaped forward going for his belt, Matt pushed me back on the bed, his hands spreading legs opens, he leaned down. Leveling his head to my pussy, and my chest weaved in anticipation. My eyes going wild.

“I just need to remember the taste of you again,” he whispered as he swiped his tongue on my fold lapping at it, his nose rubbing on my clit as his tongue worked me. My hands on his hair trying to pull him back as much as I could, the moans coming out of my lips non-stop.

Matt pulled away, taking off his pants as he pushed his hip against me, “Matt,” I moaned watching him pull down his beast, his eyes lost staring at the headboard.

“Are you still on the pill?” He asked.

I nodded my head.

A soft sigh escaped his lips. “Did you nod, Y/N?”

“Oh, yes. I’m sorry.”

He hummed as he lined himself in front of my entrance — his tip teasing me, I wrapped my feet around him trying to push him into me but he only laughed at my feeble attempt to satisfy myself.

Matt leaned down, his fingers intertwined mine, as he pushed into me with one rough thrust. A light gasp leaving our mouths, He does such cruel things to my body — yet the small little sweet actions makes up for it all. He kissed my neck, his kisses traveling to my jaw as he picked up his pace, taking me with quick and powerful thrusts. His mouth finally found mine and a moan left my mouth. His kisses got sloppy the more he focused on the rhythm.

After each rough thrust, a slow and sensual one followed, and at times I wait for the the slow and sensual but it never comes and I’m met with countless rough thrust, leaving me no time to catch up — my breath caught at the back of my throats.

His hands softly wrapped around my throat adding just the right amount of pressure as he fucks me into oblivion.

“I’ve memorized every inch of your body, I go crazy once I start to forget how it feels like to be inside you, to forget the soft moans you make for me.” He said, his cock buried deep inside of me, each stroke stronger than the other one.

Another moan escaped my lips, the pressure was too much, my eyes rolled back feeling another one of his quick thrust

“That sound that you make, Y/N. Just for me, huh?” He pressed on my throat, my head feeling light under the pressure, and I wanted more of this, more of him. Matt does too but he tries so hard to hide that part of him.

“No, not just for you.” I mumbled, barely speaking — trying my hardest not to let the moans take over.

One quick stroke had the moan I’ve been saving on the tip of my mouth escaped, Matt was angry at my answer, furious.

He hummed, his pace quicker than before. “Liar.” He accused. “You’re a bad liar, you know — you’re heart gave it away, but I’m still angry that you’d say such thing.”

He leaned down, his mouth leveled next to the shell of my ears, his licked my ears and I shuttered under him, “because my dear, Y/N.”

*thrust, “the sound you make.” *thrust, “belongs to me.” *thrust, “and me only.”

“Fuck, Matt.” I mumbled.

“You are fucking me, sweetheart.”

I nearly melted. Everything that I was, melting. Becoming undone, completely. Feeling the light of his powerful strokes and I knew he was melting for me too.

“Cum with me, Matt. Please.” I bedded and God, I hoped he didn’t deny me in this.

“With the way you’ve been begging me like ah good girl, anything for you, baby.” He moaned, nearly whimpering. Coming completely undone.

The pretty sounds that leaves his lips was enough to push me to the edge and I understood how he felt when I would whimper under him. With one quick stroke, my vision blurred as my eyes rolled back, the grip on my throat tightened as the rush of euphoria came down. Our moans merging together as one as we came.

After a few seconds — after catching our breath, he pulled out of me, his body falling against me and my raced all over again — not because I wanted more, but because the realization of him leaving me again hit me. And now that I’ve share another intimate moment with him — I’m not so ready to let him go.

“No, you can’t get rid of me so soon, I’m not going any time soon.”

Oh, a soft breath escaped my throat, relief washing over me, but I froze — “can you read minds too?” I asked, totally unaware of his full abilities.

He laughed, “no, I can’t read minds.” His hands reached forward pushing me into his chest as he held me, and for the first time in a long time I felt as ease. I would finally have a peaceful night.

This was not safe read either so cut me some slack I’ll edit later!!! Enjoy!!! Also I wanna know in the future if I do write more Matt Murdock fics would we want him worse??

#matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x reader #matt murderdock #matt murdock #spider man: no way home #spiderman #daredevil #peter parker #andrew garfield #hawkeye #marvel #mcu x reader #mcu fic #tobey maguire #mcu universe

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juicyfruitsx0 · 2 years

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I just spent hours looking for a good Matt Murdock smut but I found nothing good, and I’m a little disappointed that I have to write it myself bc I won’t enjoy it as much… bc well, no shit I wrote it??? Anyways expect a long ass steamy smut post tmr or something. Binging daredevil again bc of NWH.

#matt murderdock #spider man: no way home #mcu x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #marvel #daredevil #matt murdock x y/n #charlie cox #spiderman #andrew garfield #tobey maguire #tom holland

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juicyfruitsx0 · 2 years

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TOM HOLLAND

18+ | NSFW

#tom holland #masterlist

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I’m open to the possibilities of writing Tom Holland one shots… I’ve only been doing Chris and Loki. Is anyone interested? I seriously feel like Holland could be more than he pretends to be ;)

#tom holland #marvel mcu #mcu x reader #spider man: no way home #oneshot #marvel #peter parker x y/n #peter parker #spiderman

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Cum Slut

Chris Evans x Y/N(reader)

Summary; after coming from a close friends pool party, Chris wanted nothing but to be gentle to you — but your desires got in the way and demanded more than he was offering.

Warnings: 18+ oral sex(male receiving) fingering, edging, d!try talk, unprotected sex, semi-rough sex, fingering, vaginal sex, manhandling, d*ddy kink.

Word count; 5K

I rested my head on the headrest in the car. My eyes felt heavy, doing anything big always sucked my energy. I like to have fun so of course, I would always have fun — but the aftermath was always puzzling, my body felt limp, my muscles ached from all the swimming — the chlorophyll taste lingered on my tongue from all the pool water I swallowed.

Maybe I shouldn't have swam so much with the weirdos in the speedos. I wrapped the towel tighter around me feeling the cold breeze from the air-conditioner.

Chris's gaze shifted from the road to my trembling face, "Cold?" He asked.

I only nodded as I glued my eyes shut, it was getting harder to keep them open now. My throat felt dry, my skin felt rough, all I wanted right now was a hot shower to relieve my muscles from the aches, and sleep like there's no tomorrow.

My eyes were still clamp shut, but the atmosphere got a little warmer, my guess would be that he turned on the heater. I was so out of it I never felt when he placed a hand over my lap until he gently squeezed my thigh.

"You had fun today?" His voice was soft and gentle, with no hint of the authority he always had.

I cracked an eye open shifting my head to the side just to catch a glimpse of his God-like features. "So much fun," I mumbled, the words were slurred like I was drunk, but we all know the only drink I had was the pool water.

Apart from stressing over whether I should tell him or not, I did have fun. And almost all the credits goes to the weirdos in the Speedos.

I glanced at the open road, but he didn't tell me where he's taking us. "You never swam with me," I accused, but it came out more like a whine.

He chuckled, his thumb gently circling my soft skin, "I was too busy talking — but I did come in the water though."

I pouted — lolling my head deeper into the seat headrest, I groaned feeling the gesture stretched some of my aching muscles. I let out a satisfying breath before curling myself into the seat, shutting my eyes.

———

"Y/N," a soft voice murmured against my hair.

My eyes flutter open into the darkness, my brows furrowed when I searched for the light, "Chris?" I called out.

"Right here, Y/N."

My head whipped in the direction of the voice, Chris stood by my side with the passenger door wide open, so I guess we arrived in our mysterious location.

"Can you walk, baby?" His thumb stroked my cheeks.

My cheek burned in embarrassment, I didn't even have to try to know I couldn't walk right now, the room was so dark that I could only see the outline of his body, yet somehow I knew he was smiling right now.

That's the trick with the muscles, you can do just about anything and you'll never immediately tire yourself, only later when you've had a moment of rest. So of course I didn't realize that my muscles were aching this bad.

He grabbed my small frame out of the car cushions holding me bridal-style, I breathed his cologne, a smell that has become my favorite. I placed a hand on his chest, as he walked us inside. The bright light made me close my eyes shut in defense, now I'm guessing we were only in the garage.

I didn't dare to ask where we were.

He walked us up through those endless stairs, before he reached the bedroom of his choice, I gawked at the king-size bed covered in silk — already fantasizing about the royal sleep I would get out of it. I frowned when he walked past the bed walking us into a different room.

The light flicked on, the vanity mirror instantly lit up, the bathroom was eggshell white there was small marble designed on the walls that gave the whole room light, being here felt like royalty. The golden glass shower, the pearly wide tub. It was all a welcoming sight.

Just then Chris placed me on the sink counter, he kissed my forehead before he tugged at my shorts, without a word I understood what he was doing — he's going to shower me.

I smiled at his kind gesture.

He licked his lips before snaking his hands behind my back as he smoothly unclasped my bikini top, my mounds were already hard by the room temperature, he swiped his lower lip with his tongue before pulling down my underwear. I wanted to look away in embarrassment as his eyes roamed my body, but even I was too lazy to do that.

He steps backward, turning on the shower, before he pulls his flannel shirt over his head, his exposed chest was now displayed in front of me. I shudder at the sigh of his abs — how there wasn't a single fat on his body, he was all brawn.

His hands moved to his lower waist, I bit my lips watching him undo his belt in one quick motion, my cheeks burned a crimson blush as my mind wandered forbidden places. His eyes met mine before a cocky smirk formed on his lips, he knew the effect he had on me.

I rolled my eyes, watching him slide off his dress pants, his jaw ticked as he took one swift stride towards me.

He gripped my chin upward. "Roll your eyes at me again," he threatens.

I let out a shaky breath as I clamp my thighs shut, before my brain could register the situation my body reacted faster.

A smile coiled on my face, "or what?" I taunted.

His stare held daggers — his tongue clicked, "you don't want to play this game Y/N, only one of us has the stamina to play," his blue eyes held so many desires.

"If swimming wore you out that bad, imagine taking my cock," his lips held a malicious smirk.

I swallowed the small spit in my mouth down my dry throat. I knew I was terribly warned out, but my body didn't. I wanted this, I needed this, so I pushed for it.

My body always spoke for itself.

I wrapped my legs around his torso, trapping him, "I've taken it before." I huff.

"Not like this though," he placed his hands on my thighs, his fingers dug into my soft flesh, trying to free himself from me. "Y/N, you're already worn out." He cooed. Yet his voice was mocking me.

He snaked his head in the crook of my neck, his nose grazed my skin repeatedly as he savored my scent, I inhaled his manly musk, his bare chest against my tits, we were skin to skin. My hands gripped the edge of the counter holding onto my last bit of strength. My body shuddered as he licked my neck, the small action of pleasure took me off-guard.

"I just want to be gentle with you tonight," he murmured against my skin, as I exhaled.

He wanted to be gentle.

A bright smile was placed on my face, butterflies erupted in my stomach hearing him say such things, my hands were no longer limp by my side — but now tangled in his hair as I giggled into the air.

"Gentle is not in your vocabulary, Evans" I tease.

He pulled his head back, his eyes searched mine — his playful gaze as he softly smiled, tilting his head sideways, "I can be gentle."

I scrunch my nose in disapproval, Chris was anything but gentle, and I liked that about him — yet I chose not to argue on the small statement, I hesitated before nodding my head. His head was snuffed in my neck again as he held onto me.

He smiled against my skin, before peppering my neck with small kisses. With my legs wrapped around his torso, he carried us in the shower.

The shower was the size of my whole bathroom — I gawked at all the fancy buttons and all the different head options.

No pun intended.

Chris placed me on the ground, my legs almost gave out, but I held onto Chris's chest for support. He used one of the soft powered showerheads placing the soft water on my skin, my muscles relaxed at the light feeling, the ache already fading away.

"Does that feel good?"

I didn't dare to say a word, I just watched him soap my body, although I had no idea when he took his boxers off, but my eyes were shamelessly glued on his erected cock.

I would never get used to the sight, it was truly a sacred dick, molded by God himself — sent right to me, and to dare not to enjoy it, that would seem stupidly ungrateful.

Without thinking twice, I grabbed his Godly cock, my head hung low watching my hand lightly stroke his size.

He let out a frustrating grunt, "Y/N" He warns.

I squeezed my thighs shut, creating small friction between my legs — relieving myself from some sexual frustration. His breathing hitched when I placed my head against his chest looking down at my unholy actions — the water was still cascading down my back as he held the showerhead still.

"I wanna ride you," I admitted.

"Oh yeah?" He muses.

I rubbed his tip with my thumb, playing with his precum, the pain between my legs only increased, my desires grew stronger the more I played with his cock, I wanted him in my mouth, inside of me, I wanted him.

I pulled myself away from him as I innocently looked up with doe eyes, his eyes darken as he watched me licked my thumb, licking all the excess of his precum. I moaned at the taste.

I reached forward stroking him a few more times, but this time I held our eye contact, "please," I breathed, batting my eyelashes at him, "I can take it." I begged in a low velvety voice.

He growled before closing the shower behind me. He gripped on my wrist dragging me back into the bedroom, we stopped in front of the bed, both wet and naked. The water dripped from our body to the carpeted floor. I bit my lips anticipating his next move.

"On your knees," he ordered.

Without protesting, my knees collided with the cold floor — my hands folded on my lap, I looked up at him, waiting for his next move.

"Wanna be my little cock slut?" His calloused hands stroked my cheeks, before parting my lips with his thumb. I nodded eagerly as my tongue swirls around his finger.

He popped his finger out of my mouth. "Go on, open up for me, baby." He slipped his thumb into my parted lips again. I sucked on his fingers twirling my tongue around it, carefully watching his reactions, the way his eyes darken, or the way his jaw tightened — his breath control.

He pulled his thumb out of my mouth, before grabbing his cock, he stroked it a few times before placing it in front of my lips, "I want your eyes on me at all times." He instructed. I nodded obsessively.

With our locked gaze, I grabbed the base of his cock, before flicking my tongue on the tip of his cock, I softly sucked on his tip teasing it, as my hand stroked the rest of his dick. His hands wrapped around my wet curls, holding my hair out of the way, he looked down at me with such admiration, it only made me want him more.

I know I'm soaked by now.

I flicked my tongue to the base of his dick licking up all of his precum, our eye contact still intact as I took him in my mouth, this time all of him — I stroked what couldn't fit. He groaned the second I started to bob my head back and forth, his grip on my hair tightens, as he bucked his hips forward.

I held onto his thighs as he pushed further into my mouth, I clamp my eyes shut, but the sting on my cheek forced me to open them back up.

"What did I tell you?" He tsk, "eyes on me."

He slapped me.

And I liked it.

I stared at him wide-eyed as he pushed me over the edge, I gagged feeling his tip hit the back of my throat. After a while he released my head to come out for air, a string of saliva connected between my lips and his cock but it didn't take long until he pushed his cock back into my mouth.

"That's it, baby." He praised.

My cheeks still sting from earlier, my vision blurred, but the lewd expressions on his face only aroused me more, I couldn't help but feel proud to hear those exotic grunts escape his throat.

His hips bucked forward, as he fucked my mouth. His movements only got harsher, as his grip on my hair tightened, bobbing my head at his desired pace, a tear escaped my eye.

His eyes rolled back at the sight, as the most sacred sound escaped his mouth, encouraging me to do more.

I pushed all of him into my mouth before staying in place giving myself a moment as I harshly breathed through my nose. I moved myself again at a steady pace, bobbing my head back and forth. I pulled him out, as a string of saliva connects from my lips to his tip, I licked my lips before holding onto his base, licking him from the base to his tip, his dick only throbbed in my mouth, his veins were far more visible than usual, I peppered his tip with kisses before flicking my tongue on it — doing both licking and sucking, I mostly placed my attention on his tip, because I know how sensitive it is. He shuddered at my light touch on him.

The taste of him was exciting, and I wanted more, I always ended up being this hungry succubus around him. I could feel how much I was throbbing — wet and ready for him. I uncomfortably shifted on the floor trying to create some friction for myself, I whimpered at the pain.

My head moved in sync along with his hip movements.

His pace picked up, but his thrust was sloppy into my mouth, I moaned in satisfaction — knowing how close he was. My hand's massaged his balls, sending him over the edge.

"So beautiful." He mumbled before lolling his head back as he released into my mouth.

"Fuck," he grunted out gravelly as he coated my tongue white.

His hot load feels my mouth, I watched him pull out a bit to give me space to swallow. His gaze drilled holes onto my face as he watched me swallow as I lightly stroked his dick, making it go limp.

I smiled in achievement, as I stayed seated on the floor — He crouched down pulling me up with a kiss, his tongue was quick to invade my mouth as our tongues danced with each other.

He gently pushed me on the bed before his body hovered mine, his lips met mine all over again, his hands ravished my body stopping at my breast — he twisted a nipple making me squeal under him, his kiss muffling my sounds.

There was nothing genuine about the way he was touching me, it was all his cruel desires.

He pulled away from the kiss gazing at my breast — watching his hands work them, without a warning, he kneaded my delicate breast. I whimpered at his harsh actions, squirming under him. He wrapped his lips around my bud, taking me in his mouth as he twisted the other nipple — equally sending both pain and pleasure.

I pushed my head back against the pillows, my breathing hitched, feeling the sensation he was sending down my core.

His hand traveled down my body, reaching my most sacred place, his fingers parted my folds, as he felt my wetness.

"Is that for me?" He taunts.

I hummed as I arched my back at his touch, his other hand was still kneading my right boob, I closed my legs shut, caging him in — preventing his hands to touch me further, but he only pried them opened before harshly shoving two fingers inside of me without a warning. His touch was so harsh.

"Chris!" I cried out.

"Keep screaming." He taunted. As he lowered himself, falling to his knees while holding the back of my thighs. He dipped his head down, and slithered his tongue between my folds, swirling it back and forth. I gripped onto the silky bed sheets as I moaned out.

"Fuck, you taste just as good as I make you scream."

He only pumped his fingers at a steady pace as he hums, taking my nipple back into his mouth, harshly sucking on them. A moan ripped out of my throat.

He reached forward, grabbing my chin for my attention, he pecked my lips with a quick kiss. "Promise to only make those pretty sounds for me?"

I nodded, but he withdrew his hands inside of me, to slap my sex, I whimpered at the feeling. "Use your words." He demanded.

"Yes." I repeated

"Yes, what?"

My eyes shot open, I knew what he wanted to hear — but I was confused on why, we never established names. I was muted unable to answer, he noticed my lack of answer and slapped my sex again, only harsher this time.

A gasp escaped my throat, "Yes, daddy."

He rubbed my clit in reward, "good girl." He praised. He wrapped his free hand around my throat as his fingers pumped into my pussy, he squeezed my throat just a little to stop my blood circulation.

"You look so pretty like this, my hands around your neck while I finger fuck you, so so helpless." He grinned. I was gasping for air under his touch.

I bit back a moan, I wanted more, I was hungry for more, before he could understand my movements, I flipped us over — I straddled his waist instantly feeling his cock against me, hard as ever.

"I want to ride you," I grinded myself against him.

His cheeky grin on lips, "Yeah?"

I grinded myself against his erect cock, shuddering at the feeling, it was almost too much for me. This felt much better doing bare instead. I remember the first time we did this, our clothes were preventing this heavenly feeling.

He placed his hands on my hips, "you wanna bounce on my dick, baby?"

I laughed before positioning myself on his cock, he let me take the lead as I sunk myself on his length, I parted my lips as I leveled my breath. Even as aroused as I was, it was still painful taking him in. The more I sunk on him, the more it burned, his cock was painfully stretching me.

He rubbed small circles on my waist, his small gesture comforting me, he kissed my collarbone as he helped me take him in. It wasn't until he distracted me with a kiss — he pushed me down all the way, muffling my cries in his kisses.

I held onto his broad shoulders as I took a breath. This was all so overwhelming to me, him stretching me that much was not something I would get used to.

"You okay?"

I looked at his soft blue eyes, there was so much vulnerability in them, this was the first time I had control, he trusted me enough to let me lead. I smiled before pecking his plump lips assuring him that I'm fine.

After adjusting to his size, I moved my hips up before slowly sinking them back down, hissing at the adjustment, but our arousal made the experience so much easier — the pain slowly went away as I rolled my hips against him.

I moaned at the pleasure already building up, I gazed at him, his curly hair draped his forehead, the sex sweats all over his body giving him his natural sex appeal look, I held onto his gaze as I moved at a more steady pace. He licked his lips before latching them on my nipple, I groaned the second he softly bit them. My hands tangled in his hair as I tugged at it.

The more I bounced, the more drained I felt, so overwhelmed. My muscles ache since I gave them no time to recover from all the swimming I did today — yet this feeling was too great to give up.

I lolled my head back as I felt myself rise up, before pushing myself all the way down, I whined into the feeling, it was far too great. Alexander would constantly bring heaven on earth for me with his Godly cock.

His fingers dug on my waist — and I knew he was fighting the urge to take over, the urge to be in control, he was letting me lead.

I rode him at a steady pace, the intimacy between us was more than we ever shared, we were still fucking, but this time seemed to have a meaning behind it.

I tried my best to keep myself up, but my rhythm only got slower until I placed my forehead against his shoulders taking a break.

He licked my ears, and I shuddered at the action, I became sensitive everywhere. "Baby running out of stamina?" He mused. He knew how exhausted I was before we even started this.

I panted against his shoulders, "not all of us have monster energy like you do." I hoarse out.

"No? But you were so eager to be my little cock slut?" He taunted.

I let out a soft yelp as he slapped my ass, before gripping onto my waist guiding me on top of him.

"Ah... Don't be a sore loser, baby, you start something. You finish it." He bucked his hips forward thrusting into me harshly, he lifted his lower half as he took back control, fucking me at his pace. He was asserting power, showing me who's really in control — punishment for trying to dominate earlier.

I wrapped my hands around his neck as I rested my head on his shoulders letting out faint moans as he reached my sweet spot with each thrust. He groaned in my ears, as he kissed my shoulders.

He would be so harsh with me, but the small sweet things he would do to me was all worth it.

"Tell me how good I make you feel," he demanded.

I stayed quiet. unable to get a word out, with each moan that was escaping my mouth, my hold on his neck gripped — feeling a harsh sting on my ass, he hit that same spot as earlier, the pain felt so good. Xander always knew the right amount of pain that felt good. He knew my limits — limits that I didn't know I had.

"I don't like repeating myself, Y/N."

You just did.

He gripped onto my ass, thrusting at a harsher pace. "Tell me, how good do you feel?"

"So good," I mumbled.

He held onto my waist rolling my hips against him. A soft groan escaped his lips, as I sucked against his neck, leaving possessing love marks, something just came over me, I felt like a bitch in heat with that needy feeling to claim what's there's.

Chris was mine.

I sucked harsher on his skin as his breath hitched, the pace of his thrust slowed, yet the slower thrust was still powerful enough to hit my G-spot.

I closed my eyes, finally departing my lips from his neck, I whimpered feeling that familiar sensation builds in the pit of my stomach. I reached my clit to send myself over the edge, but his hands shaped mine out of the way.

He wrapped my hair around his hands. "You want more?" He breathed against my neck, "tell me you want more, beg me for more."

I groaned, I did not like how many times I had to beg him today, but I knew how much he gets off of that, and God knows I needed it too.

"Chris, please. I want more." I whined.

He tsk before chuckling, "I know you can do better than that."

I whimpered in denial.

He growled before gripping onto my hips, he dug his fingers on my skin, and I knew his fingerprints would be marking me for days, he untangled my hands behind his neck as he held them behind my back, there was now prominent space between us, his other hand still dug deep on my skin as he started moving again.

I had no support, my exhausted body was hosted up, hanging by a thread. His hold on me was the only thing keeping me up. I looked down at our moving bodies, the lewd action was hot enough to make me bite back a moan.

Our bodies worked like puzzle pieces working together, connecting for a bigger picture.

He had this mean look on his face as if he was fighting the urge from doing something way worse, yet I was itching to touch him, to have my hand run through his hair, tugging at it at the feeling of his powerful thrust, or the privilege to hold onto his bicep for support — but I couldn't, since my hands were pinned behind my back.

I cried out feeling his pace quicken faster than before, building up all my nerves, I tried to wiggle my hands out of his hold, but his grip was too strong, I had no strength left to keep our gaze, I shut my eyes as I pushed my head back letting out faint moans, as my tits bounced on top of him.

"Open your eyes," he demanded.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I whined before opening them up, my Y/E/C eyes met his blue ones, my lips parted in ecstasy.

"I-I C-an't." I whined.

He smirked, before shaking his head at me, and I knew he would never stop until he was satisfied, my eyes darted his lips watching his tongue snake out, coating his lips with saliva, he grinned gripping harder onto my waist, as he bucked his hips supporting his lower half, and I knew it was over for me.

He thrust into me with such force, my moaning echoed in the room.

"Take." Thrust* "It" Thrust* "Like" Thrust* "A" Thrust* "Good" Thrust* "Girl."

I was so close.

He was really pushing me over the edge. He left me no time to catch up. This was more intense than I intended for it to be, if anything what happened in the office was child's play.

Once upon a time he wanted to be soft with me.

This was nothing like that.

"Come for me, baby." His voice was hoarse, tiresome, almost as if he was on the edge as well.

My body shuddered hearing the words drip out of his mouth, it was everything I wanted to hear. My stomach twisted in pleasure feeling myself let go. My pelvis jerked as I released, milking his cock.

Chris shuttered hearing the lewd sounds I made for him as I came on his cock. He pumped into me at his own pace chasing his high, I forced my head against his shoulders — the over-stimulation was unbearable, too sensitive I was too sensitive.

He let out a sharp grunt as he pulled out his hot load of semen running down my thighs — his thrust slowed down before his dick went limp. Our body fluids dripping off of me.

My moan was cut short when Chris grabbed my cheeks, pulling me in for a sloppy kiss. My eyes glued shut as our tongues danced with each other. The low vibration from the sounds he made sent a shiver down my spine.

"These lips," he whispered, my hands still bound behind me, "their yours of course." He pecked my lips, "but they're mine to claim."

"Yours." I repeated, in the moments of pure bliss. I bit my lips, my chest still waving — trying to make sense of it all.

He reached down, sucking on the top of my breast, keeping his promises. No doubt my neck was completely bruised with so many hickeys, but he only added a few more on my chest — a proud look on his face as he admired them.

"You look like I fucked your dumb," he said, a smile hanging on the tips of his lips.

I knew he was joking, but I was too far gone to find it in myself to reply or even participate.

He carefully placed me on the bed, the soft sheets felt so holy against my skin, my eyes felt so heavy, so I did the best thing — closing them.

I felt him come back to the room, and the bed dipped, he ran a warm warm towel down my thighs collecting our semen. I smiled into the sheets of his kind gesture, I would get up to go pee, but I'm afraid if I stand I might just fall right back down.

Moments later he came to bed pulling me against his chest as he pulled the duvet over our naked body, he kissed my forehead before he let out a ragged breath.

After this whole time, the question still burned the back of my head, and I just had to ask, "where are we?" I asked.

"My house."

My body was far too exhausted to let me react but the small smile on my face was still visible.

He brought me to his house.

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