Chapter 1: This Isn’t Over, Murdock
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Rain was crashing down hard in Scarsdale, New York.
Illuminated store fronts looked onto the slicked streets with their boutique mannequins and elaborate restaurants. The sidewalks bustled with a sense of life that never really left; women dashing to cover with purses over their freshly done hair and puddle splashing heels, suited men talking endlessly about work on their phones under rain beaded umbrellas.
As the yellow taxi dropped you and Matt off at the luxury hotel, you couldn’t help but gape at the sight, almost forgetting to grab your duffel bag of belongings from the trunk.
Marble pillars, glass grand doors, and light fixtures that glowed a familiar warm light welcoming you into a dry rain-less paradise. The things clients money could buy, you idly mused yourself.
The inside felt no different with a large reception lounge with complimentary drinks and oversized cushioned couches that likely costed more than a years worth of rent, crystal tear drop chandeliers threatening to drop on you for starring too long.
“I can’t believe Hell’s Kitchen is just a long drive from here — feels like I’m an entirely different world.” You say in awe, looking over at Matt.
He barely looks phased, offering a small smile in response as the two of you approach the large span of the stone reception desk.
“Our client is one of taste,” he explains with an entertained curiosity, “Which I hope extends to their taste in legal firms.”
“Are you sure they didn’t mean to hire a different Nelson and Murdock?” You tease, hand toying with the strap of your bag which suddenly felt like a shame to been seen with in such a place.
Matt grimaces, folding his cane up with soft clicking before pulling his wallet from the inside breast pocket of his suit jacket, sliding his ID towards the stunningly beautiful receptionist.
“Evening, me and my associate are checking in for our room.” He says with that same friendly firm tone you had heard countless times in the court room.
She takes it, scanning it briefly before clicking away at her keyboard with polished nails, dark lashes squinting as she reads her computer.
You felt a wave of accomplishment, knowing you had worked your way up to such a place with the help of Matt and Foggy. It was a shock just to get the assistant job in the first place, let alone to actually get your hands dirty like you were able to because of it.
It also was perk being able to be at the side of Matt, who was undoubtedly an office tease, although you made sure not to make it evident to him it had an affect on you — despite knowing you likely failed miserably at hiding it.
“Ah, I see you here now. It looks like there is the one room with the queen sized bed book for one night, correct?” She confirms, looking between the two of you.
Her words pulled you out from your haze immediately, eyes wide as you glanced over at Matt. He looked just as taken off guard, mouth opening and closing as he stammered.
“Surely there must be a mistake,” you cut in, leaning forward sheepishly to glance at her computer screen. “We’re here on behalf of our client, the reservation should be under Matt Murdock and Franklin Nelson?”
“Yes, that’s the room that was booked under the name given.” She confirms once more.
You suck in nervously, teeth biting the inside of your cheek. You lean in to Matt, lowering your tone only for him to hear. “It’s okay, we can just find somewhere else to—“
“We’ll take it, sorry for the confusion,” he cuts in. “If that’s okay with you, of course…” he adds towards you for reassurance.
Heart now hammering in your chest, you swallow hard. Your mind began to reel with the idea of sharing a bed with him for the night. Realistically it was fine, the two of you were adults, co-workers at that. Yet, you knew it wasn’t that simple.
“Uhm, yes, that’s totally fine. Thank you so much.” You agree with a reluctance, pocketing the room card after the receptionist hands it to you.
With a small hesitance, the two of you began to make way towards the elevator, silence thick and deafening. You were unsure of what to say, not wanting to make the situation anymore awkward than it had already become.
“How are you feeling about tomorrow?” You offer in conversation, attempting to add a sense of normalcy to the situation as the two of you waited for the elevator.
“Confident. Foggy and I know the material well…shouldn’t be too much work.” Matt replies indifferently, like his mind was elsewhere.
With a sharp ding the doors open and as you step in with him, the air became suffocating the more the doors closed. You suddenly became hyper aware of how small the space was and how intensely you felt.
“Listen, I don’t mind taking the couch-“ you begin, unable to not address the elephant in the elevator.
“It’s okay, really. We’re adults, and I’m sure the bed is big enough for the both of us.” He assures you with a small smile.
His words shower some ease on to you as you felt the elevator surge underneath your heels, bringing you closer and closer to hotel room.
Somehow, you tried to convince yourself of his words, but knew it would be otherwise.
Having spent most of the evening taking advantage of the hotel amenities under the guise of wanting to give Matt space to study before court tomorrow, you knew the time for bed was coming and there was no avoiding it now.
Each impending moment in the elevator up to the room and dragging your feet down the hallway was a cruel reminder of how you were going to have to lay beside Matt all night, feel the warmth of his body and despair of the feelings you’ve had for him you had worked so hard to bury.
Sliding the key card into the reader, it clicked, and you pushed forward into the room.
You slid your heels off quietly by the front door, the lights off and curtains pulled as you realized he had already gone to bed, which sent a small sigh of relief from your chest.
Pushing around the corner, you hesitated as your eyes worked out the large span of his back underneath the blankets, rising and falling in a gentle sleep. Your eyes lingered for longer than you wanted them to, forcing yourself to retreat to the bathroom with your duffel bag to change.
The bed was daunting as you approached it now, dressed in your shorts and an old t-shirt stolen from an ex boyfriend. Fingers peeling at the blanket like it was poisonous, there was a cautious agility to your movements as you joined him.
Heart hammering wildly, you couldn’t help but study his back facing you, how his shirt clung to it so tightly, and how you could make out the dips and delves of his muscles. The scent of soap lingered on him, which brought your mind to the thought of him showering.
It was slightly less intimidating knowing he was asleep, unaware of your unsettling starring and studying. Yet, it brought a panic, knowing he’d wake at any moment and catch you.
Forcing yourself to turn away from him you felt torn between wanting to relish in the fact you got to sleep in the same bed as him and also die of embarrassment. Pulling the heavy blanket up towards your chin, you forced your eyes shut.
Sleep eventually came, dragging you into the dark depths of a place where you could escape this hotel nightmare.
It was the middle of the night when you woke suddenly from a bad dream, easing with a steady breath after gathering your senses. It was no stranger having restless nights, and tonight was just like any other.
Except, in your half-asleep state, you hadn’t realized that you had wrapped yourself around the large span of warmth beside you in attempt of self soothing.
Eyes fluttered shut and cheek pressed into the curve of Matt’s back, your hand unknowingly grasped at his dark cotton shirt to bring him closer. Muttered ramblings of sleep taking over once more fell from your lips.
Matt had woken before you even had, having sensed by the pounding of your heart and restlessness of your body that you were deep within a night terror. It had tore through his own sleep, an instinct of his mind to pick up the smallest of things around him.
It wasn’t the feeling of your small frame wrapped around him like he’d slip away at any moment that put him off guard, but rather the comfort it brought him, the feeling of a bed that wasn’t empty for once.
There didn’t need to be any depth or meaning to it, but he knew there was. The way your heart would flutter when he walked into the room at work, or the way your thighs would squeeze with need when everyone was cramped in a booth at Josie’s as the drinks began flowing and eyes started wandering.
He could smell it on you, the sudden panic and embarrassment in your voice when you had found out the two of you were going to be sharing a bed.
The sickest part was, it meant something to him too, and the fact he was relishing in your body around his a little too much proved that. He was enjoying this a little more than he should.
In the dark of the night though, he knew it wasn’t the place or time to confront those feelings, not when he had such a big court date tomorrow early in the morning.
So tonight, and only for this night, he’d allow himself to be held and comforted, because he couldn’t promise it would continue.
When the sun began to pour through the cracks of the dark curtains, you started to stir from your sleep feeling oddly refreshed.
Eye adjusting, you became suddenly aware of how empty the bed was beside you, arm stretching out on the bare sheets desperate for warmth. A small broken whine fell from your dry lips, a long exhale pushing through your nostrils.
The soft blaring of the tv playing the news channel and hissing of the bathroom shower pressed on the back of your head to wake up, that there was important work to be done, but the sheets begged for five more minutes.
Tucking your nose into the blanket, you blink your eyes open once more, suddenly frozen at the sound of the bathroom door clicking open, revealing Matt with only a towel held at his waist.
Your eyes couldn’t tear away as he crossed the room with nearly silent steps to rummage through his bag for clothing. His body was far more chiseled than you had imagined, his dark hair dripping droplets of water down his forehead and neck.
The strangest sight though was his face without the usual red shades he wore. It was like he was stripped down to his purest form, his wandering blue eyes far more innocent than you had grown to know.
Your breath shucked in as he became still, chin tilting up towards your direction ever so slightly, as if he sensed you were awake.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.” He apologized with a soft and ragged tone.
You made a small noise at the back of your throat, turning over in the bed to avoid looking at him from embarrassment.
“Is it time to get up?” You whined into the soft pillow.
“No, it’s only five in the morning,” he explained, “Go back to bed.”
Not needing orders from him, the dark overcame you once more, lashes fluttering shut.
When you woke again only a few hours later, you found yourself with your head resting on his chest, the patter of his heart echoing in your ears with a calm stillness.
Cheeks red with embarrassment you quickly peeled your head off of him, arm retreating back to your side. Looking up at him ever so slowly, you found him sleeping, hair half drying and stuck to his face.
It dawned on you then, how beautiful he looked with his dark lashes and round lips poured in sleep. Stubble had began to show, brows creased as if he was in a dream.
Eyes trailing down you swallowed hard, becoming all to aware of the tent in the blanket, conveniently located in his groin area.
It all felt like too much. Sleeping with him, finding him standing in only a towel, and now this — you were positive you were going to quit your job by the end of the day.
Practically throwing yourself out of bed and into the shower, you attempted to scrub the shame from your face and body, but it was unrelenting. By the time you dressed and entered the room once more, he had woken, getting dressed himself.
“Morning.” He welcomed, clearing his throat with his back turned to you, hands working up at the buttons of his shirt.
“Uhm, good morning Matt.” You attempted in response in the best fake voice you could. “Sleep well?”
He bit back a laugh now. “Surprisingly, yes.”
You bit your lip, pretending to debate between two different pairs of heels you had packed in your duffel bag. There was no hiding what happened.
“Listen, I didn’t mean to…sleep on you like that. It was totally unprofessional—“ you began in apology.
He turned to face you, face warm with a smile you couldn’t help but admire. His glassy eyes searched aimlessly, once again without the shield of his red frames. It eased you, like you were talking to Matt, not Matt Murdock.
“Please, it’s okay. No need to apologize.” He comforts you, hands attempting to work at the tie around his throat.
Without thought, you stepped across the room, hands reaching out to help him. He accepted, hands resting on his hips and chin titled up as you began to tie it for him.
You hadn’t even realized how close you really were, eyes flickering up to find his, unable to tear them away. He had you in some sort of trance, and it was torture.
“You’re cute when you sleep.” You suddenly blurted out, eyes squeezing shut and forcing you to step away as you burned up.
An unexpected laugh falls from his chest, raising a hand to adjust the tightness of the tie. “Hopefully I wasn’t snoring.”
“No, I think you were drooling a little though.” You a teased, resting the seemingly warm waters now.
“I was not.” He protested with an evil grin.
“Mmm, yeah you were.” You persisted.
“Okay, well if you insist — I was probably so comfortable having someone to cuddle that I couldn’t help myself.” He states with bold confidence, knowing it would embarrass you.
“Matt.” You hiss, striding over to the nearby desk to collect your brief case, which was stuffed full with material for the court case.
You felt him come up behind you, standing at a safe distance that felt all too close and yet so far. Hesitating, your felt your body begin to burn up, hairs on the back of your neck standing up on edge.
“You can’t deny it.” He states, voice lower now.
“Deny what?” You choke out, eyes burning holes into the wall in front of you. Any slight movement and the floor would swallow you whole.
“That you liked it.”
Slowly turning on your heel, you come face to face with him, and somehow he was closer than you had assumed. Looking up at Matt, you swallowed hard, searching for something within in his expression.
You hoped maybe it was a sick joke, that he would pull the rug out from under you any moment and laugh at you. Yet, time passed and silence remained. By the expression on his face, he meant every word.
Maybe he did feel the same as you, after all.
“What would it matter to you?” You asked cautiously, brushing around the fact that truthfully, you liked it all too much.
Hands resting on his hips, he points his chin down, wetting his lips with his tongue as if he was searching for the right words.
“It matters to me because,” he paused, “Maybe I liked it too.”
The room spun for a moment and before you could register what you were about to do, you felt yourself pressing your mouth to his, hand grappling at his tie to bring him in closer.
He hesitated underneath you for only mere seconds before kissing you back with just as much passion, if not more. The feeling of his large calloused hands on yours drove you wild.
Pulling away all too soon, he attempted to catch his breath between open lips, cheeks pink and hair slightly disheveled.
“As much as I’d like to continue this,” he sighs, “We’re going to be late.”
Glancing at the clock beside the bed over his broad shoulder you sigh in agreement, resting your forehead against his hammering chest to soak up the moment as much as you could.
Playfully tugging at his red tie, you can’t help but grin at him.
“Fine, but this isn’t over Murdock.”
Chapter 2: Staff Event
Notes:
As per request, here’s a continuation of this one shot! Also this little story was too good to not expand on. As always folks, requests are always open!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Time had its own plans at the Nelson & Murdock & Page office.
Between court hearings, endless paperwork, and meetings, the moment you and Matt had shared in that hotel only weeks before seemed to slowly become a forgotten memory.
The tension was present, yet evidently led nowhere. The lingering glances towards his direction, the way his hand would hover for too long as he’d shimmy past you in the office, and how he’d always manage to find his way into the seat next to you.
You were too sheepish and shy to ask, and he seemed all too busy in his work to answer.
And that’s how you ended up at Josie’s bar with the office, drowning your secret sorrows away in cheap liquor as you yearned for the man across the pool table from you.
Tinkering fairy lights and flickering neon signs, the scent of cigarette smoke and beer hung in the air. Voices and music crammed your ears and skull, Hell’s Kitchen bustling with its night life. Every table top was sticky and drinks were flowing.
Despite this, it was like you were in that hotel room again, in that bed, the warmth of his skin radiating towards you with the scent of skin and soap. The searing sensation of his mouth on yours, the flashing image of his bare body only draped in a towel at his waist.
“Hey, you there?” A voice asked, breaking you out of thought with red pooled cheeks. It was Foggy.
“Yeah — sorry. What were you saying?” You stuttered.
“Well, I was asking if everyone wanted another round…but from the looks of things I think I might be cutting you off.” He teases, placing his empty beer bottle on the corner of the velvet green table.
“I was just…lost in thought — and it’s been a long day, give me a break.” You protest, your empty glass joining his.
“We’ve all been working hard, and it’s been paying off.” Matt chimes in, causing your eyes to meet him once more.
He stood there in all his glory — as he always did. Relaxed cotton button-up missing its tie and rolled at the sleeves to expose his forearms. Red shades perched low on his nose, skin glistening with a warm sheen. Even his hair was little tousled, a sign he had been toying with it.
“Yeah, exactly.” You manage out as best as you can, barely able to hide the sense of indifference in your voice.
“Whatever makes you sleep better at night, me and Karen will grab the next round.” Foggy teases as he trails off, a stumbling and giggling Karen at his side.
After a passing moment, you became hyper aware of the suddenly small distance between you and Matt, secluded in the corner of the bar with only a pool table to separate the both of you.
“Somehow it always ends up with the two of us alone.” Matt comments, a hint of an evil grin on his lips.
You shift your weight from foot to foot. “I have no idea what you mean, Murdock.”
The softest scoff leaves his chest, a hand now resting on his hips. “I’ve never been a fan of hotels but—“
You quickly cut him off. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the sudden rushing into of a topic the two of you had tip toed around for weeks now but whatever his aim was — this wasn't the place.
“May I remind you this is technically a staff event…” you chime, although your body was saying otherwise.
Hammering heart, a twisting stomach, and a familiar warmth between your legs you tried to ignore. Matt had his ways of doing this to you.
“I’d say drinks at Josie’s of all places is hardly a staff event…although travelling for work certainly is.”
A hard breath exhales from your nose. In attempt to change the subject, you grab one of the cue sticks, your other hand swiftly rearranging the pool balls.
“Have you had too much to drink, Matt?” You tease, merely flickering a glance up at him as you lean over the table.
With a quick motion, you knock the cue stick into one of the pool balls, watching it barrel towards a pocket, it sinking it with a loud thud — which was perfectly positioned in front of his crotch where he stood.
Like a saving grace, Foggy and Karen return with a round of drinks before Matt could speak.
“This is definitely my last — if nobody cuts me off, you will not see me at work tomorrow.” Karen hiccups, already sipping vigorously at her mixed drink.
Everyone laughs and you can’t help but feel the tension that lingers after. Passing the cue stick to Foggy, you retrieve your new drink from the nearby table and quickly trail off to the bar.
Squeezing your way along the bar top, you patiently wait to pay the tab for the group, sipping the alcohol and letting it course through your blood warm and steady. Somehow the cramped bar top was less suffocating than the singular presence of Matt.
Just as you began to release the tightness in your shoulders, you feel a familiar warmth hover behind you closely — so close you could feel a wide span of chest brushing against your back.
“Now you’re just doing this on purpose.” You comment, turning to peer your nose over your shoulder.
Matt pointed his head down towards you, lids heavy with his fluttering dark lashes. He slips a heavy hand onto your waist, causing you to melt instead of freeze like you wished for.
“I have no idea what you mean,” he mimics devilishly, “I’m just here to pay the tab.”
“Looks like I beat you to it.” You reply, attempting to not engage in his games.
“I don’t think so.” He husks, leaning in closer to your shoulder. His voice sends a shiver down your back.
Unlike the sheepish playfulness the two of you shared in the hotel, this was darker and more tensioned, unspoken feelings straining each passing moment. It had become a cat and mouse game.
You finish the last sip of your drink, placing the glass on the bar top before swiftly turning to face him, your face only inches away from his. You were thankful the bar was packed and loud, the two of you blurring into the chaos.
“What are you getting at, Matt? Is there something you need to get off your chest?” You press.
“I could ask you the same,” he pushes back, “I may be blind but I can still feel when you’re starring at me all the time.”
Swallowing hard, your eyes trail from his face to his neck, and then to the top of his chest barely peeking through his popped collar. Your gaze only drops from there, the image of him in his towel burning in the forefront of your mind once more.
“Like you said, travelling for work is just a staff event.” You finally manage out, unease wavering in your tone.
“You know that’s not what I meant,” he quickly replies, voice low in his chest. “I already told you how I felt.”
“Which appears to mean nothing as you’ve practically ignored me for three weeks.”
“Ignored you? You were the one ignoring me.” He shoots back, tightening his grip your waist, pulling you almost flush against him.
The sudden silence that fell between the two of you was deafening. Life continued to whirl through the bar, yet your heart was still in your chest.
He hadn’t forgotten about you, and you hadn’t forgotten about him — the both of you were just afraid, unsure of this feeling.
“I wasn’t…I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.” You finally mutter out, face hot with shame and embarrassment. You could barely look him in the eye.
“Give me a chance. Let me show you how I feel.” He practically pleads, although you both know he doesn’t need to beg.
You nod in agreement, and before you knew it, he was paying the tab and almost dragging you out of the bar with his other hand occupied with his cane.
The only destination was his apartment.
Notes:
Ummmm dare I make a last part that is purely smut???? Hehe
Chapter 3: Promote Me
Notes:
Here’s likely the last part to this expanded one-shot! It’s mostly just smut so beware if that’s not your thing. Thanks for reading!
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The apartment you entered was cold and unfamiliar, yet distinctly him.
Concrete walls and floors, leather furniture and every item purely being for function, not vanity. Even the air smelled like him, his skin and laundry detergent.
You nervously toyed with the jacket in your arms as you stood in the middle of his living room, neon lights showering you from the large industrial window that spanned the wall.
“Want anything to drink?” He offers, folding up his cane and placing it on the coffee table.
“Are you trying to get me drunk, Murdock?” You tease, a small laugh leaving your chest.
“I think you’re well beyond that point.” He replies, sinking into his leather couch with the softest of sighs. You hesitate before sitting beside him, discarding your jacket.
“I am still of sound judgment.” You bite.
“I’d hope so, considering you’re in my apartment.” He laughs, fingers working slowly at the buttons of his shirt.
You swallow, slipping off your kitten heels and toying with the band of your stockings by your knee, the lace hardly soothing to what you knew was about to come.
“Did you bring me to your apartment to banter or to ‘show me how you feel’?” You test, leaning in closer to his relaxed position.
A devilish grin grows on his lips. “Somebody is impatient.”
You scoff, leaning in even closer to slowly pull his red glasses off his face. It reminded you of that night in the hotel, seeing him without his glasses for the first time — while sleeping, at that.
“I think you’ve left me waiting for long enough already.” You protest softly, voice dropping for only you and him to hear.
His eyes unknowingly searched yours in a way where he could almost see through you, like your body was replaced with only soul.
Despite his charming yet equally stubborn demeanour most times, beneath his glasses and the façade he was stripped down, raw and vulnerable.
“I could argue that you kept me waiting just as long.” He murmured back, his lids dropping heavy over his eyes.
You fold his red shades up gently, placing them beside his cane on the coffee table. Leaning back into him, you hesitantly trace down the exposed chest beneath his open collar.
It felt like you were in that hotel room again with him, the way his mouth felt on yours, how his skin felt when he grabbed your hips with such burning desire.
“But I’m here now.” You croon, fingers continuing to work its way down the buttons until eventually his whole mid section and chest was exposed.
You could hear his breath hitch ever so slightly, lips parted heavily as his eyes wandered aimlessly towards the ceiling. He couldn’t hide the grin wide on his face now.
Tracing a singular finger down from his sternum, past his ribs, and gently stopping above his waistband, you bask in the way he squirms under your touch. Pulling away, you watch him search for more, only to come up empty handed.
Not a beat passed before he pounced with a swiftness that made a small sound of surprise squeak from your throat, his hand gripping your wrist tightly in the air as he collided his mouth with yours.
His tongue was eager and warm against yours, lips kissing you as if you’d slip away any minute again.
Hands now grappling at your hips, he pulls you into his lap, his fingers quickly hooking to shuck your skirt around your waist. He continues to kiss you as he drags his palms along the lace and nylon of your stockings, his hips subconsciously thrusting against you.
Unknowing to you, he could hear every little sound, practically taste you in the air. The hammering of your heart, the adrenaline coursing through you, the way your pussy had began to soak through your panties.
Although he couldn’t see you, this was all he needed. It was like a bone had been dangled over the dog for all too long. He couldn’t hold back, not for much longer.
One hand grabbing at your ass, the other slithers between your body and his, the pads of his fingers teasing your clit over the fabric of your underwear. You whined into his mouth, attempting to grind down on his hand for more friction.
He instinctively moves his hand from your ass to your throat, only grabbing firmly enough for you to stop your futile attempts.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this—“ he sighs into your neck now, pulling at the skin with his teeth and sucking, his breath hot on your skin.
He hooks a finger on the gusset of your panties, peeling it aside to slip his middle finger slowly into you, a cry falling from your mouth as you press your cheek into his tussled hair.
“I’ve thought about that night in the hotel, the way you slept beside me—“ he continues, gliding his hooked middle finger in and out of you.
“And how hard I was next to you that morning.” He husks in your ear, the pad of his thumb pressing against your clit, sending a shiver down your core.
“Matt.” You whine softly, his finger quickly coating from your pussy and he toyed with your clit, a high tension building within your chest.
“You got nothing to say now, do you? Giving me all that lip at Josie’s…” he teases, his ring finger now joining inside of you. “…And now you’re moaning my name, about to cum on my fingers.”
Hands now crooning the back of his head, you feel yourself shutter around him, pussy squeezing and stretched around his fingers. He uses his free hand to pull your shirt up, freeing a breast from your lace bra.
Your head rolled back and a loud moan cried out as he took a nipple into his warm mouth, teasing the bud with the flat of his tongue. Sparks grew within your core, and you knew you were close.
“Say sorry.” He husked against your breast, his stubble rough against the supple skin.
There was no care at this point. This moment was already unreal, and you’d do anything he said if it meant you could reach that sweet high you had been chasing.
“I’m s-sorry,” you mustered out, “I’m sorry for giving…giving you a-attitude—“
“Can’t hear you.” He pushed, wrapping his mouth wider against your nipple.
He pressed his two fingers deeply within you, his thumb tracing wildly on your clit. Hands moving to grab at the collar of his open shirt, your mouth hung open and eyes squeezed shut.
There was no stopping it, you had reached the threshold. You felt yourself soaking his hand further, the sound of moans, heavy breaths, and squelching echoing the apartment.
“I’m sorry!” You cried loudly, feeling yourself cum around his fingers, nipple being teased to no end.
Satisfied, Matt doesn’t waste anytime before you’re laying on your back along the couch, vision a dotted blur of his hands working quickly at pulling your panties off down your legs and the clinking of his belt.
You catch a small glimpse of him as he’s using his hands to align his cock with your entrance and you shiver. The way his messed hair hang in front of his eyes, his rounded lips and rosy cheeks, how his breath seems to halt before he sinks in.
It was glorious when he sunk his cock into you, loud moaning joining in unison as his brows pinch and eyes flutter close. He stretches you, filling you in the best way possible as he continues to sink into your pussy, only stopping when you can feel him hit the furthest point with the smallest of aches.
“Fuck.” he hisses, almost as if he’s in pain. To him, it was overwhelming, the way you were so warm and tight around him, threatening to milk every drop from him.
It was more than just the sexual pleasure. He could hear the pulse in your throat, the swallowing of your saliva pooling in your mouth. The way your hands grabbed at him and made the hairs stand up on the back of his neck.
It was like a burning hot fire engulfing him, licking up his neck and thighs with a tongue of flames.
After allowing your pussy to squeeze around his still cock for a few moments, he slowly pulls out to feel the pull of your grip, only to thrust back in once more.
Hooking an arm under one of your knees, he buries his face in your neck, his grunts and groans muffled against your skin. You can’t help but slip a hand between the both of your bodies, playing with your clit as he fucks you.
“You like playing with that pussy for me?” He asks, although he needs to answer. You had lost yourself a pool of pleasure.
“Oh fuck, Matt–“ you moan, barely able to string together a sentence.
His hips come to a slow, pushing and pull only the tip of his cock slowly within you, hitting the perfect spot. Your body begins to twitch under him, fingers working faster at your clit.
“Yeah just like that, cum for me, I know you want to.” He pushes, peppering kisses along your jaw.
A pressure was building quickly, and the heavy weight of his body on top of you was only driving you more wild. Every mutter in your ear, every encouraging word, it was rising to a boil.
“It feels so good — I’m gonna –“ you barely make out before you felt your body crescendo, eyes meeting his as you cum.
It was your whole body unraveling as you looked at him, the way every muscle twitched within him as he continued to fuck you ever so slowly, dragging your orgasm out endlessly.
It was only when he felt your body begin to relax that he picked up his pace, his free hand moving to grasp your throat once more, forehead pressed against yours.
Despite the ache within your core, you squeezed around him tighter knowing it pushed him closer to his edge. Nails dragging along his back under his open shirt, you moved your mouth to his ear, beginning to lick stripes and press wet kisses into it.
Without warning he began to release, hips stuttering as the sensation of his ear made him drunk, every hair standing up on his skin, his head spinning. Cum filled your pussy and leaked down as he pulled out, exhaling deeply with shaken breaths.
“I didn’t mean to…” he trailed off, mind beginning to clear from the smoke as he realized what had just happened.
“It’s okay.” You whispered, pressing a kiss to his temple.
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling the weight of your body to lay on top of him on the couch, his pants still at his ankles and your skirt pushed to your stomach.
A long time passed before words were spoken, the only sounds being the hammering of his heart against your ear pressed to his chest.
“Remind me to always attend staff events.” He teased, now the same stubborn Matt he always was.
“Only if you promote me.” You laughed back softly.