okay so idk about you, but i have accepted that matt murdock is a pain whore. a masochist, if you will. so kind of sub!matt x reader smut where they keep pressing on his bruises and choking the life out of him and he's just enjoying it 😌 drooling at the thought rn.
oh I have thought, pondered, philosophized, theorized, abt this all day. i’m drooling from my pu-
Pain and Pleasure
word count: 2.5k
pairing: sub!Matt Murdock x dom!Fem Reader
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!!! sub/dom themes, oral (m receiving) p in v, slight degradation, praise kink, use of “mommy” (sorry this is more for me than anyone else lol) use of “good boy”, cockwarming, slight breeding mention, use of safe word/color
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“what did I tell you about that, huh?” the freezer door slams shut.
“what did I tell you about going out without your suit?“ cabinet drawers rattle as you yank them open in search for a dish towel.
“do you remember?” you hastily turn on the sink in order to wet the rag before wrapping the ice pack, not allowing Matt to answer your rhetorical questions.
“I said, ‘Matthew, if you go out there, you’re gonna get hurt’, and what happened?” your feet carry you to the couch, quickly straddling the battered body. he winces as you place the cool ice pack against the growing bruise on his cheekbone.
“you got hurt.”
you can’t help the way your heart lurches as his puppy dog eyes droop under your touch. he looks pitiful.
“I’m sorry,” he all but whispers in defeat.
you want to be mad. you want to be furious. you want to grab him by the shirt and yell in his face that he doesn’t have to be a martyr, but you don’t. you can’t.
it’s quiet as you contemplate whether you should keep up your facade of empty anger that disguised your worry; only the sounds of shallow breathing and the buzzing of neon fills the apartment.
the ice pack numbs your palm as you hold it against the wound. your free hand strokes his hair, welcoming the way he leans into your touch.
you take a moment to scan his body for any glaring injuries and breathe a sigh of relief as you spot none. a few scrapes and bruises linger around his neck and his lip is nearly cracked, but nothing out of the ordinary. you can’t even be sure the bruises around his throat aren’t from you.
“‘’m sorry, really. I shouldn’t have gone out tonight, you were-“ his eyelids flutter and his voice gets caught.
“Matt? what’s wrong? did I hurt you?” your face scrunches in concern as you search for the culprit of his pain, quickly pulling the ice pack away.
“n-no, sweetheart,” he clears his throat and looks anywhere other than your face.
“sorry, I just-“ his mouth falls open as you place the ice on his bruise. that’s a face you’ve seen before, just not under these circumstances.
the air gets trapped in your lungs as you make sense of the scene before you, and the growing bulge underneath you.
your gaze doesn’t go unnoticed. blood seems to course through your body at an alarming rate, emphasizing the warmth in your cheeks, neck, and core. your eyes shut in embarrassment; he is hurting, get it together, but the image of his doe eyes and full pout is seared into your memory.
it's as if your hips move on their own accord, slightly adjusting to the hard member that rubs against you, and the whimper that leaves his lips acts as a switch, activating your own needs.
“Matthew,” his name leaves your lips as a whisper, barely concealing your urge to moan.
“do you like that?” it’s condescending. the ice pack presses into his cheekbone ever so slightly, eliciting a small moan.
“does it feel good?” you can’t help but lightly grind yourself against him as you lean forward, placing a gentle kiss to his throat. his hips buck in response.
“do you like it when I do this?” you add a little more pressure to his bruise while simultaneously nipping at his neck. the taste of his blood, sweat, and dirt coat your tongue, only adding to your enjoyment.
his chest heaves underneath you as you taste him. it’s overwhelming- the way your heartbeat thunders in his ears, confirming your enjoyment, the way your blood rushes to your cheeks, the way your arousal practically perfumes the living room- he’s desperate for you.
“please,” hazel eyes desperately search your face.
“please what, baby?” fingertips trace along his cheeks and chin before softly caressing his lips.
“please touch-touch me” he stammers, eyes wild and breath uneven. you can’t help but press your lips to his in order to soothe him. he melts under your affection, groaning at the touch.
“you want me to touch you?” you mumble into his lips while rocking your clothed, aching cunt against him.
“yes, please” a large hand grips your waist, holding you to him, while the other grasps at the leather couch.
“mm, such a good boy when you beg” your teeth catch his bottom lip as he ruts into you.
you reluctantly pull away from his swollen lips, but relish in the sight beneath you. his eyelids are hooded over, lips glisten with your spit, and his chest rises as quickly as it falls from uneven breaths. he’s ruined and you haven’t even touched him yet.
you can’t help but laugh at the way a hand reaches out to grab at your thigh as you hoist yourself off of him.
“ohh, someone’s needy, huh?” he whimpers at your realization.
the sounds of clothes dropping to the floor sends a blush to his cheeks and he groans as his pants become unbearably tight. your arousal practically coats his tongue as he licks his lips, needy for any part of you.
he’s surprised when your fingers lift the hem of his black shirt, but he doesn’t question it and lifts his arms for you to strip him. your fingers scramble to remove the remaining clothes, careful to avoid his member as you slide his pants off, not wanting to give him the satisfaction quite yet.
“sit up” your voice is harsh and you swear you saw his cock twitch through his boxers.
he immediately obeys, a little too quickly and eagerly, and scrambles so that his back rests against the cushions. a smirk finds home on your lips at his desperation.
“you’ve been such a good listener for me, baby,” you stroke the side of his face as you shuffle between his legs.
“do you think so? do you think I should reward you for being a good boy?” he moans as your delicate fingers squeeze the sides of his throat. your arousal practically drips from your bare core.
“y-yes mommy! yes, please, I-“ you swipe two fingers through your wet folds before placing them in his mouth. he moans into the taste of you on your fingers, tongue swirling around the digits in haste.
a gag fills the room as you shove your fingers further into his throat, his hand that wraps around your wrist only pushes them down further.
“Matt, sweetheart, what’s your color?” you wipe away the tear that falls onto his cheek.
“green! green” his eyes fall shut as he places a kiss to your palm.
your lips melt into one another as you swallow his moan. it took so much for him to admit that he needed to be out of control every once in a while, and god, you swore that you would never complain again if it meant you could take care of him like this- to be the one to soothe him was an honor you wore proudly.
as much as you were hesitant to admit it, you also loved seeing him absolutely wrecked under your control.
the hardwood floor is rough under your knees, but the sight of Matt coming undone in front of you is enough to distract you from the discomfort.
“oh jesus!” the name sounds ludicrous coming from his lips as you free his member from its constraints.
“ohh, look at you sweet boy,” you coo, running a finger from the shaft to the leaking tip. his hips automatically buck into your touch, desperate for more.
“do you need me to make you feel better, hm?” your fingertips practically glide over him.
his hands dig into the leather as he twitches and squirms.
“please, please I can’t take it. please, I need you”
“you know I love it when you beg, such a good boy for me” you breathe against his member before placing a small kiss to the red tip, precum wetting your lips.
the moans that fill the living room are filthy.
your hands rest on your knees as your tongue trails from the base of his cock to swirl around the sensitive tip. hot breath only provides extra stimulation before you wrap your plush lips around him, gently sucking and lapping up the drops of precum.
your eyes flutter shut as you relish the taste of him with a moan, causing him to twitch against your tongue. his moans and whimpers sound like music.
“christ, that feels so good sweetheart” his eyes flutter as he leans his head against the cushion.
“mhm?” your response is muffled as you bob your head down the length of him.
“your mouth feels so good, angel, fuck” you stick your tongue out so that you can take him further into your mouth, gagging as the tip hits the back of your throat.
you hoist yourself up, hands pressing into the tops of his knees, so you can take him fully. strings of spit dribble from your lips and onto his cock as you suck, your name falling from his lips.
large hands smooth your hair into a makeshift ponytail and you feel your head being pushed further down- nose meeting his pelvis. you couldn’t stop your arousal from coating your pussy.
“just like that, fuck!“ you peek through tear stained eyelashes to find his face, squished and mouth agape as he used you. you drag a small hand up his torso and land on his neck, fingers desperately squeezing.
“you’re gonna make me cum, I want to cum” his thrusts become sloppy as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth.
you gasp for air as you release him. Matt didn’t need his sight to enjoy the way your drool coats your lips and chin and tears stained your face. you could feel yourself slipping out of control, desperate for his touch.
“not yet, baby” you hoist yourself up, his large hands hold onto your hips you as you catch your breath.
“you’re gonna cum in my pussy, okay?” he leans forward to pull you against him, your face is squished against his before you can protest.
you moan in unison as you straddle him, your warm cunt nudging against his throbbing cock. you slip a hand between your bodies before running the tip through your wet folds.
“fuck, use me, please, use me” he cries into your neck.
you lower yourself slightly, only allowing the tip to fill your need.
“that feel good, hm? does my pussy feel good around you?” you try to catch a glimpse of the way your pussy teases him.
“so good, you make me feel so good” he gently bites down on your neck, pulling a moan from you.
“look at me, baby” your hand finds the hair at the nape of his neck and tugs, pulling him to face you. his glazed eyes scan your face, desperate to find your eyes.
“i want to watch you while i use you” you lower yourself onto him, fully taking his length. your eyes flutter, trying hard to watch as he unravels in front of you as your pussy grips him.
“god Matty, you’re so fucking big” you hold onto his shoulders as you adjust, his hands gripping your waist.
a small whimper leaves his lips as you squeeze around him.
“you’re doing so good for me,” you push his hair out of his face as you grind your hips forward, hitting your g-spot expertly.
“you feel so, fuck, so good”, he moans into your mouth as you pick up your pace.
“feels like h-heaven. you feel like heaven” you can’t help but clench at his praise. your hands roam his body in an attempt to draw even closer.
“i love the way you fill my pussy, you’re such a good boy” you bounce up and down while peppering wet kisses to his jaw and neck, squeezing gently to swallow his moan.
“such a good boy for me” you moan into his mouth.
his hands grasp at your soft skin, helping to lift you enough just to slam you back down on his length. his orgasm threatens to spill over as you squeeze around him.
“‘m gonna cum, god, ‘m gonna cum” he’s mumbling into the air as you lick a stripe along his neck.
“not yet, baby. wait for me” you take advantage of his open mouthed moans by sticking two fingers against his tongue. he wets them with ease, and you begin to circle your clit.
your cunt flutters with the new pleasure, and you realize how close you are to your own orgasm. Matt picks up on your increased heartbeat and the goosebumps that litter your skin. his hands roam your body as you grind against him, chasing your own climax, and his mouth wraps around your supple breasts.
“fuck, baby” you moan at the new sensation of his teeth grazing your nipples.
“i’m gonna cum soon, are you ready to cum with me?” your hand pulls at his hair, his eyes slamming shut.
”hm? gonna be a good boy and cum with me?”
“yes, mommy” your mouth slacks open as he responds with one of your nipples between his teeth.
you nearly orgasm on the spot.
you rub circles against your sensitive clit and rut against him, desperate to achieve your high. his cock twitches inside of you and you know he’s doing his best to wait for you.
fingers pinch and pull at your nipple that isn’t in his mouth and he moans against you, thrusting in determination to bring you crashing down on him.
“that’s it, baby. make mommy feel good, you’re doing so good for me” your head flies back as your g-spot is hit with precision.
“fuck, Matty, I’m gonna cum-“ your forehead rests against his, your fingers rubbing your clit.
“cum on my cock, please, please”
“cum in my pussy, baby. be a good boy and fill my pussy”
your moans reverberate throughout the apartment as you both climax together. it’s messy, animalistic, and you claw at each other to somehow prolong the pleasure as you become enmeshed. you slowly drag your core up and down his length to milk him, eventually coming to a stop with him still buried in you.
you catch his quivering lip in between yours as he twitches under your touch. your body warms as his calloused hands rub against your bare back before resting on your waist, pulling you closer to him. the air buzzes between your bodies as you come to.
“I love you” you brush his hair out of his face before placing a kiss to his forehead.
“I love you” his lips meet your sternum.
it takes you a second to meet his stare. his eyes are sleepy, his lips curl into a dopey smile, and he relaxes into the feel of your hand against his cheek.
“how are you feeling? can I get you some water? what do you need, honey?” you’re not sure why you whisper, but it feels right- intimate.
“you. just you” he pulls your forehead to his lips.
your nose nuzzles into the crook of his neck as you rest against him, enjoying his warmth and embrace. his back is smooth under the feel of your fingers as you draw lazy circles into his skin, him following suit on your own back.
your eyes close while you silently thank whatever god he prays to for sending him to you.
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thank you for this yummy ask🙈
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