Overstimulation
Sub!Matt Murdock x (Mommy) Dom!Reader, oral sex, overstim, being held down/light restraint (all m!receiving), mommy kink, no use of Y/N. 709 words.
In the courtroom, Matt Murdock was in complete control. The attention of the jury hung on every word he uttered, every gesture he made. On the surface, he's the epitome of domination. In the isolation of your bedroom, he falls apart for you.
“F-Fuck, please, can't take anymore, mommy,” he hisses through his grit teeth. The sheets are whiteknuckled in his hands as he fights the urge to push you away from him. He'd already came twice, but you showed no signs of stopping.
With a light pop from your lips, you pull your mouth off of his cock. “Mommy's not done tasting you, sweet boy,” you tease in reply, your hand stroking his already spent cock as you speak. “Can you take a little more for me like a good boy?”
Before Matt can reply, you dip your head back down and stroke your tongue against his frenum. This sends his hips bucking up, a desperate attempt to limit the overwhelming sensation. You sigh at him and shove his hips down, your fingers leaving light bruises from your grip.
“Ah! I'm sorry, mommy! 'm sorry!” Matt gasps out, terrified that he's pushed too far and might get punished. “I'll be your good boy, promise, I'll take it all.”
You bite your lip to hold back your grin, absolutely in awe at how cute he gets when he's pathetically begging for your forgiveness. You kiss his sticky tip and his cock twitches.
“That's it, there's the obedient boy your mommy loves. Now stay still,” you instruct, and once again, your tongue finds its way against Matt's cock.
It's impossible, of course, for Matt to stay still with how sensitive, and borderline in pain, his cock was from your endless torture. You settle for keeping his hips pinned against the mattress as your tongue travels down to his balls. A pathetic whimper rips out of his throat when you roll them around on your tongue, his cock twitching uncontrollable against your face.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck I can't, 'm gonna cum, Mommy please–” Matt cries out. His entire upper body is shaking from the strength it's taking to keep his hands to himself.
You hum in acknowledgement. Pulling away just long enough to lick the spit from your lips, your mouth quickly finds it way back around your sweet boy's cock. It throbs against your tongue as you bob your head up and down, humming ever so frequently in the way you know he likes.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck, cumming, I'm cumming, fuck please I can't– fuck!” Matt's entire body jolts with a moan, curling in on himself. His hands fly to your hair as he pushes you down and his cock twitches in your mouth. He's whimpering and whining through his entire orgasm. It's dry, only a little dribble of cum spurting its way down your throat.
You give a few final licks to Matt's cock, the poor man so spent he can barely muster a few shivers in response. When you finally let it fall from your mouth, it lands in a big, wet mess on his tummy, quickly going soft.
“You did so good, baby, you were perfect, such a good boy for your mommy. Are you okay? How's my angel doing?” You immediately begin doting on him, helping him stretch back up from his curled position and rubbing the–no doubt sore–muscles in his arms.
Matt takes a minute to clear his throat, a croaky cough coming out before he speaks. “I'm okay, mommy, promise,” he slurs out. His eyelids are droopy and his eyes cloudy with subspace.
“Aww, that's good!” You coo at him. You push back his ruffled hair and kiss his forehead. “Not too much?”
He grins and shakes his head, “No, it was perfect. Thank you for making me feel so good, mommy.”
If your heart wasn't already exploding and your brain melting, it certainly was now. You hold one of his hands in yours and give it about a million squeezes.
“How about we get you cleaned up? We can listen to that podcast you're going crazy over,” you offer to him.
“Yes, please,” he hums, slowly sitting up with your help. He holds onto you tightly as he stands, and the two of you go to the bathroom for showers and murder mysteries.
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Goals this, debut that, yahda yah CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS MOMENT.
"mira quien me viene a saludar!!!!"
look at who's coming to say hi!!!!
"con una de sus estrellas que esta aca mismo! Qué tal, como estuvo el partido?"
here we are with one of the team's stars! How was the game?
"felicidades!" "Muchas gracias gorda. Vine a saludarla, ella me abandono!"
Congrats!
Thank you, honey. I'm just here to say hi, did you know she abandoned me!?
"Hablabas de ella y ahi llego!"
"Si es que estamos conectadas!"
You were talking about her and here she is!
Haha I know, it's because we're connected!
COLOMBIA WON BY 2 GOALS, NO ONE DIED, AND WE GOT SOME DEICY SHOTS? Living bro. I am LIVING
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