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leossmoonn · 2 years

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matt making you ride his thigh while he works on his case files bc you're horny and he's busy 😩

Please yes. I love this idea for all fics

This fr turned into a full fic sorry lol

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“C’mere, sweetheart.” Matt pats his lap.

You shuffle over to him, sitting down on his lap and facing him.

“How has your day been?” He asks. “Boring,” you sigh. “Work was slow and I missed you the whole day.”

“I missed you too. I’m sorry I had to bring work home.”

“It’s alright. I know you hate it as much as I do.” You wrap your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp.

“That feels good. Thank you,” he hums. You peck his jaw. “Of course.”

“Are you gonna go back to bed?” He asks. “No,” you say.

“Why not?”

“Because then I won’t be able to spend time with you until the morning.”

“I’ll be in bed in a little bit. I promise.”

“I know you want to promise that, Matt, but I also know how much work you have to do. I’ll be fine. I’ll take a nap tomorrow and drink lots of coffee in the morning. I’ll be so super I’ll just crash tomorrow night.”

“That’s not good for you.”

“Well, staying up all night and working on cases and being Daredevil isn’t good for you either, but look at you.”

He chuckles, “touché.”

You lay your head on his shoulder and kiss his neck. Your teeth softly nibble at his skin and he smiles as he knows your motives.

“I’m working, baby.”

“So? Take a break?”

“I can’t.”

“No, you don’t want to.”

“I do. Trust me I do want to. But I can’t.”

“I’ve been waiting for you all day though.”

“All day, huh?”

“Yeah. You left me high and dry this morning.”

He smiles as he remembers that morning. He acted as though he was going to eat you out, but at the last minute, he got up to get ready. You’ve been say dreaming about fucking him all day. You just needed some release and the only way you were going to be satisfied was if he was the one to give it to you.

“Sorry, sweetheart. That won’t happen again.”

“It better not,” you mumble.

One of his hands moves to your lower back and he holds you against him, smelling your sweet shampoo as he reads the case files.

“How are you already wet? I haven’t done anything.” He can smell the slick growing between your thighs. He can feel the damp patch through your panties. You were wearing only panties and one of his old Columbia shirts. Matt was wearing shorts and a t shirt. His short rode up when you sat down on his leg, allowing you to sit on his skin.

“Just thinking about you had me wet,” you say.

“Is that so?” Matt grins. “Don’t act like you don’t already know,” you roll your eyes.

“I didn’t,” he smirks. “Yeah, whatever,” you mumble.

His hand moves to your thigh and you get hungry with need. You move back, making his hand drop down in between you two.

“You’re making this harder on yourself,” he says. “You moved your hand though,” you frown.

“To rest on your thigh. I have no intention to please you.”

You groan, “your such a tease.”

“Since you want to get off so bad, why don’t you ride my thigh.”

“R-Ride what?”

“My thigh. Get yourself off on me. I know you want to. You’re even more wet at the thought of it now.”

It was a very appetizing offer, you had to admit. “Are you sure?” You ask.

“Positive.”

“Okay.” You slowly sit up, putting your hands on his shoulders. You straddle one of his thighs, nervously lowering yourself onto his skin. “What if i distract you.”

“If you were distracting me, I would’ve asked you to go back to bed when you first came out. If you don’t want to, it’s okay. It always okay. It was just a suggestion though, since I’m busy.”

“No, I want to,” you say. “Just making sure.” You begin to rock your hips. You suck in a sharp breath as your clit catches against your panties. You close your eyes in pleasure, your hold on his shoulders tightening.

Matt held the small of your back for support, his other hand skimming over the braille of his documents.

“Just like that, sweetheart. Take what you need.”

You let out a little whimper at his words, beginning to ride his thigh faster.

“Look at you, you’re a natural,” he remarks. He starts to bounce his leg, adding to the stimulation.

“Fuck, Matt,” you pant. You rub against him harder now, feeling the knot in your belly tighten.

Matt tries to focus on what he’s reading, but he can’t with you moaning and panting right on him. He can basically feel your slick as it seeps through the thin cloth of your underwear. Your fingertips are digging into his shoulders and your head is thrown back.

“Matt, I’m gonna — fuck.”

“That’s it, baby,” he praises.

You come on his thigh, slowing your movements to a halt. You lay against his chest, fisting the material of his shirt.

“You’re such a good girl. See? You don’t need me,” he kisses the top of your head.

“Yeah, I do. I wouldn’t have been able to do that without you.”

He smiles, “true.”

“I think I’m going to go to bed now,” you yawn. “Is that why you came out here, to get off?” He questions.

You grin, “No and yes.” “Alright,” he hums. “I’ll be in in a little bit.” He kisses your lips softly. “Don’t fall fully asleep. I want to be able to have a midnight snack before I go to bed.”

#he’s so #matt concepts #sara.nsfw #matt murdock x reader

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tendous-whore · 2 years

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Omg I love your nanami breeding kink fic! Can I please request one where the s/o feels neglected by nanami because of his work? So he made up with slow seggs? Can also be angsty and sorry for errors English isnt my first language. TYSM!

YES 😩🤌 I’m on it RIGHT NOWW

also id like to apologize since this is so short, I'm actually going o break this into some parts cause my small brain sees a giant picture with this request and I am unable to write so much at this time so I will POST MORE OF THIS IN PARTS IN THE FUTUREEEANDAOFNADKLNLAJESNFKJlnd'lkfe

think of this as a preview of what will come in the next part ehhe ;)

thank you

when he notices PT. 1

(nanami kento x neglected reader)

PT 2. (COMING SOON)

summary: when he forgets to call, to acknowledge you at all, it seems like you are falling apart. and it’s nanami who glues you back piece by piece.

warnings: fluff, kinda super angst oops, suggestive, suggestive smut, soft, kinda long intro, idk what else to put hehe

notes: listen.. I’m an angst kinda gal so this one gonna be ANGST AF (eventually just see it thru my guy) before the spicy 🥴 so I hope you enjoy that too heh

The clock ticks, every second of it heightening the rift between the empty house, claiming itself a part of this void that shared your home. It seemed to be the only company nowadays. You had grown acquainted with the creaking floorboards when you crept down the halls, the low hum of the ceiling fan, and the buzz of the tv when you flipped through channels, none of anything catching your attention for more than a couple of minutes before you moved onto the next, whatever to keep you busy; to never think, and feel, not even for a second.

It had been like this for a while now, and you expected it. Living with Nanami was a love-hate relationship, always hot and cold, and inconsistent. It was exciting at the beginning, to always be on your toes, on edge until the next time he walked through those doors, to wait for his call but it wasn't the same anymore. The novelty wore off when your relationship with the man grew serious, no longer a short fling between strangers. And he made sure you understood his job, the extensive work he needed to do each day, and how exhausting it can be. No biggie, right? Working overtime and being busy was not a deal-breaker until the time when he was supposed to be home with you grew shorter.

The first few times upset you, but gradually it had become a part of the routine. You weren’t surprised if he didn’t call or text, to show up late for a dinner or forget about the date. You grew tired of expecting him when he could no longer pull through. You stopped waiting for him at the table, staying up until you could hear the front door open, and you stopped trying. Every time you tried, it never seemed to be enough.

Eventually, the home you shared began to feel empty, and so did you.

The front door opens and closes, and you can faintly hear keys being tossed onto the coffee table and some shuffling down the hall. You don’t pay any mind as you stand in the bathroom, assuming that after a long day, like every day, Nanami is tired, yet again. So you decide not to bother him any more than you already do. Either way, trying to talk to him never got anywhere. He always seemed to be short with you before shambling off, which never failed to piss you off, and even more when he acted oblivious, as if ignorant to his own standoff demeanor. And you’d always feel terrible for being upset, that despite your frustrations, Nanami somehow managed to make you out to be the villain. Of course, he didn't mean to do it on purpose, but that’s how he made it feel. Like you were a bitch, constantly suffocating him when really all you wanted was to be acknowledged; a simple kiss would suffice.

Was that too much to ask?

“Hey.” A voice sighs, behind the half-open door. It shouldn’t startle you, but it does. You lean against the bathroom sink, the edge of the counter holding you up as you look up, catching a short glimpse of the man behind you in your reflection. He stands there, the door now wide open as his body is propped against the frame, his hands tucked into his pockets with a tired look; but something else resides behind his weary look.

“You’re home early.” You look away from the mirror. Something in you ugly wants to jump out, a bitter taste in the back of your mouth begging to strike the man behind you but you hold your tongue. You don’t want to start another fight, god forbid if you do, you were going to be in the wrong, you always were. So as happy you want to feel, to embrace Nanami and breath him in, you don’t.

“Yeah.” He nods. “I wanted to see you.”

He waits to hear your voice, but silence fills the space instead. Your face is calm, like the surface of a lake at the highest moon once the water has stilled. You don’t look at Nanami as he’s staring at your reflection. Your lips purse together, your eyes following the outline of your own features, to distract yourself. You were stubborn like that, hard to understand, even for Nanami. As you stood here in front of him, it felt like you were thousands of miles away, out of reach and he wasn’t sure how to bring you back.

“Okay.” You breathe. And that’s all you can manage to say, any more, and you aren’t confident that you won’t break, not when you were trying to make a point. To show him you’re not waiting for him anymore. Because how is it any fair that while you’re waiting, it’s your life that’s put on hold, but not his.

“I was thinking,” Nanami began, shifting his weight from the door frame, slowly creeping into the bathroom. He’s still wearing his dress shoes, you can tell by the clicking of the heels as he closes in, step by step.

“We could do something, anything you want. Tonight.” He smiles. You catch the way his mouth curls upwards, and it’s hard not to steal a glance. You hadn’t seen him smile in a while, and it feels nostalgic, back to the simpler days when you weren’t alone, forgotten in the background of your home. But just as you look at him, before he can catch the way your face softens, you’re turning away, trying to maintain this distance between you and him.

“Look,” He breathes, taking a few more steps forward, following you carefully, the tone in his voice strained as he combed his fingers through his hair.

“I’m trying.” He says, but you already know that, don’t you? Because why else would he be here when god knows he shouldn’t. And maybe a part of you wanted him to stay away, to not pretend like either of you were okay because you weren’t. Of course, you still love Nanami, always, but a bouquet of flowers and an expensive date wasn’t going to fix this broken bridge between the two of you, and maybe, just maybe, that made it all the more worse.

“It’s not enough.” You snap. You spin around, facing the man before you, your eyes trained on him, finally taking in a clearer picture of him. He hadn’t ditched that stupid tie and jacket, still standing in his slacks with those dumb little glasses of his as he takes a step back, taken aback as you caught him off guard.

“Don’t come home and tell me you’re trying.” You spat, pointing a finger at him.

“If this is trying, then what the hell have I been doing?” You questioned, throwing your hands out with a frustrated groan before dropping them at your side with a defeated huff.

Everything you’ve pushed down until now had finally boiled over. It hardly felt fair for him to act saintlike, to pretend like he was the savior to all your troubles. When in honest truth, you weren’t the one who need saving. Not when you were always there for him. Cooking his favorite dish, waiting late into the night to make sure he got home safe, leaving him messages to tell him I love you, even when you didn’t want to mean it. When all you wanted to do after everything, was to scream to the heavens, make him look at you for just a moment in his life, to notice how you put a little more effort into your appearance just for how, tell you how dinner was amazing, or that after a long day, maybe he could hold you for a minute and assure you that everything will be okay. So why couldn’t he see that?

Nanami is at a loss for words. He wants to say something, anything to soothe you, but he knows it will only be bittersweet lies; another promise he just can’t keep.

“I’m not stupid.” He says.

“Maybe, but you’re an asshole.” You hiss.

“So what if am I!” Nanami shouts. His voice is loud, and it echoes through the room.

“But I’m here now. Doesn’t that count for something?” He asks, stepping closer, his body now a few feet from you as his body corners you. You step back in response, your feet shifting uncomfortably as the bathroom door moves further away and your body slowly retreats from Nanami. It's times like this that remind you how much bigger he is; stronger, and firmer. Walking out wasn't a choice at this point, he wouldn't let you even if you tried.

Pressed against the bathroom sink, you open your mouth in response and so does Nanami, but no sound comes out for either of you. When you’re this close, you find it suffocating to be near him. But when he’s caught you between the counter and his frame, you find it difficult to feel the way you should; angry, frustrated, and bitter. When the heat from his body bleeds through his clothes and through your thin shirt, a family fuzzy feeling pitted in your chest clouds your own mind; swallowing down those ugly words. And it is here you stand, trapped and trembling beneath the man's predatory gaze, do you feel yourself sinking back into the cycle that never fails to quit.

And when he stares down at you with that look, you feel small and exposed. You hope that he doesn't notice the way your chest rises with short breaths, but he does. And a part of him wonders if this is exactly what you wanted; or perhaps, needed.

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