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bunmurdock · 3 months

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just working | matt murdock x f!reader

summary: you’re trying to focus on work, but matt murdock has something else in mind. tags: softdom!matt, office sex, oral (f!receiving), piv, established relationship, (not-so) secret relationship, idiots in love. word count: 1.9k a/n: i wasn’t expecting to share a fic so soon after putting out the poll, but someone replied something lovely on one of my fics, and it really made my day and motivated me to put to paper a little fantasy i’ve had for a while. 😭

“matt, we really shouldn’t be doing this here,” you whisper, giggling as you hide your face in his chest. you can feel his heart pounding as fast as yours, the thrill of the secret adding to the excitement.

“you started it,” he teases, his voice low and warm, the vibrations tickling your ear. you’re in his office, papers and files strewn across his desk with a half-spilled coffee on the floor, a testament to the workday that’s supposed to be happening. but right now, all that fades away. it’s just you and matt, alone in a bubble of your own making.

you look up at him. there’s a glimmer of mischief on his face, a challenge. “did not,” you retort playfully, trying to stifle another round of laughter. matt’s hand rests on your back, his touch light but firm, anchoring you to the moment.

“anyway,” you say, still fanning the half-dry coffee stain on your skirt. “seriously, matt, we need to focus.”

"i am focused,” he insists, the corner of his lip upturned in mischief. “focused on you.” he reaches out, pretending to adjust a nonexistent wrinkle on your shirt. the light touch sends a shiver through you, and you swat his hand away playfully.

"stop it,” you whisper, but with no real severity in your tone. matt just grins, undeterred.

"you know, you’re adorable when you’re trying to be serious,” he teases, leaning back in his chair and with an air of nonchalance.

"i’m always serious,” you retort.

he reaches for and grabs your arm, pulling you into his lap. he noses at your neck, the stubble of his chin teasing over your pulse point. his mouth opens to respond, but the sound of footsteps in the hallway jolts you both into stillness. matt’s head beams up, listening, and in a second his quick reflexes have you both stepping apart, looking every bit the consummate professionals as the door opens.

“got some fresh leads on the dawson case…” foggy announces, stepping in. “ahem, am i interrupting something?” he asks, his gaze flickering between the two of you.

"no,” you and matt both reply, a little too quickly. foggy raises an eyebrow.

“right,” he says, drawing out the words with a hint of skepticism. “well, i just came to drop off these files.” he places a stack of papers on matt’s desk, his eyes lingering on the two of you a moment longer before coming to rest on the coffee cup on the ground.

"thanks, fog,” matt says, his tone casual, but you can sense a slight tension in his posture.

foggy sighs, shaking his head slightly. “you two are about as subtle as a brick through a window, you know that?” he says.

matt turns away to hide a smile, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“foggy, we’re just working,” you reply, trying to sound convincing.

"sure, sure,” foggy says. “just remember, we’ve got a lot riding on this case. so don’t, uh—work—too much,” he says, with that, he turns and leaves, closing the door behind him.

as soon as the door clicks shut, you look at matt incredulously. “matt!” before you can chide him, he gets a goofy look on his face.

“so, i uh, might have finished prepping this case last night.”

"you... wait, what?” you exclaim. the thought of him letting you ramble on while knowing the work was already done makes you shake your head. “and you let me go on about it all day?”

“guilty,” he admits. he stands up, reaching out his hand to you. “but i thought it might be nice to have an excuse to spend the day with you.” there’s something so pure and honest about his tone that it makes your heart flutter.

you shake your head but are unable to hide your smile. he holds a hand outstretched, nodding toward the exit.

you take matt’s hand, but right before you reach the door, he veers off course, pulling you into a small, rarely-used bathroom. he locks the door with a soft click, and his lips are on yours in an instant.

he picks you up with a soft grunt, sitting you on the bathroom island, hiking your skirt up until it bunches at your waist. he drops to face-level with your cunt and pulls your waist to the edge, nosing hungrily at your underwear.

“matt, are you su—” you begin, but then you stop. the small space amplifies your sound, each tiny breath and touch echoing off the walls. you instinctively cover your mouth.

as if a switch suddenly flipped in him, a low chuckle comes from between your legs, and it's him doing the chiding this time. “that’s right. wouldn’t want to get caught again, would we?”

a rough finger pulls your underwear to the side and he playfully nips at your unsuspecting folds, then molds his lips around your clit and sucks. you whine into your own palm, your legs closing on instinct, but he holds them open, impossibly strong.

“mmphf— just a quick one before we get home,” he groans, arms snaking under your open legs to wrap around them like a vice. “c’mon, sweetheart, give me more,” he grunts against you, tapping your thigh twice with his hand. you’re not sure what he’s asking at first, but then he pinches your thigh, and you yelp. you grind into his face and he groans. you catch on, working up an erratic rhythm against his stubbled chin. it doesn’t take much for you to cum like this, his tongue suctioning torturously around your sensitive clit and darting into curl against your walls, eager for a taste.

it’s unrelenting. just like the rest of him.

after you come down from your climax, he helps you stand, holding out an arm for balance as you shakily step to your feet and let your underwear and skirt drop to the floor. he then drops his hand to his own aching erection, unbuckling his belt and stepping out of his slacks and boxers. you undo his dress shirt and pull it over his shoulder and down his arm, where they catch on the muscle of his biceps.

cock freed, he shucks off his shirt, and helps you pull yours over your head, bra in tow. he pulls you near enough so that, for a moment, you’re chest-to-chest and you feel his cock pulses against your lower stomach. you’re about to lower yourself down, take him into your mouth, when he puts a hand on your waist, stilling you.

“spit on it,” he murmurs, voice impossibly low. his whole demeanor seems to have shifted in just moments, confined in a space that’s so filled with your intoxicating scent.

you comply, and watch your own spit dribble down onto his erect cock. he holds a hand under it, catching any spare saliva so he can work it over his cock.

“jesus,” he curses softly, and his other hand comes up cup your chin and thumb at your lips. for a moment, he just takes his cock and runs it across the supple skin of your stomach, the curves of your waist, then against the fat of your thighs, slapping it a few times, spreading the slick around. “you have no idea, do you? the things you do to me.”

you whine softly against the thumb at your lip. “matt, please.” you’re not sure what you’re begging for, but, as always, he knows exactly what you want.

“turn around,” he orders, and you waste no time. he nestles between your parted legs, spreading them further with his own and bending you over the counter, the head of his cock already pushing past your entrance. you gasp, pushing back but meeting resistance with his size.

“‘s alright. ha—’ he breathes. “we’re going to take care of you, kay,” he murmurs, hand guiding himself in slowly, the low timber of his voice sending shivers down your spine. he works an arm under you, and slowly bottoms out into you.

you hiss at the stretch, but before long, you’re bouncing in his lap, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling the space. he’s bigger than you, and every thrust punches another guttural sound out of you. you gasp and writhe, trying to catch your breath and adjust to the stretch and pace. you grab the counter, the sink, the mirror.

he murmurs something, but you don’t quite hear it at first.

“—push back,” he repeats, a little louder. you do, but the next thrust fills you so deep, you almost yelp out loud.

“quit running from it,” he chuckles, but his size and pace are so overpowering, your arm instinctually moves back to slow his thrusts. he grabs it instantly and folds it back over your chest.

“push—back—” he grits, pulling your hips into his thrusts. when he’s satisfied, he groans into your ear, barely muffling the sound in your hair. and then rough fingers are rubbing over your clit, circling them.

“i know, baby, i know.” he croons softly against your ear as you bite down on your forearm to keep from moaning. “you—fuck—be brave for me.”

“that’s right. you’re gonna get it nice and creamy for me.” he keeps an unrelenting pace.

“or else—“ he chuckles, patting your cunt a few times.

“i’m gonna slap this pussy raw.”

you barely mask the sob into your arm. “matt— please.”

“you can do it, you can do it,” he breathes, voice breaking and growing equally as desperate. “‘m gonna follow you, sweetie.”

you push back into him, holding your temple flush against his.

“love you so m—,” you croak. “—much.”

“oh, i love you so much too— you’re mine, you know?” he breathes, and then he says your name, the final trigger.

you grab the counter in front of you, seizing up and crying his name inaudibly as you come harder than you’ve ever come. his arms hold you, your steady anchor at sea as you forget all your surroundings.

it’s just the feeling of him coursing, thunderous and electric, through your veins.

he joins you moments after, groaning into the meat of your shoulder.

you don’t know if seconds or minutes pass. in this moment, it’s just the two of you.

you both step out of the bathroom, adjusting your attire. the office around you is silent, the usual hustle of the day having ebbed away with the setting sun. matt pauses, his heightened senses scanning the environment.

“coast is clear. foggy and karen must’ve left,” he notes. "office is empty.”

"your heightened senses come in handy," you giggle.

matt’s hand reaches for yours, fingers entwining. "they have their perks," he admits.

matt pulls you close for a moment, kissing your forehead. surveying the aftermath of your impromptu interlude—the spilled coffee, the disheveled papers—he comments, “we made quite the scene here."

you glance at the mess, a playful glint in your eye. “just working, though,” you say.

“right, ‘just working’,” he repeats with a smirk.

hand in hand, you leave the office, stepping into the cool night. the city around you is alive with lights, but in this moment, they seem to pale in comparison to the excitement still buzzing through you.

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bunmurdock · 3 months

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all is fair in love and scrabble

summary: you and matt play a game of scrabble, and the competition gets fierce. warnings: fluff, matt being a show-off. word count: 1k a/n: for all the competitive girlies out there <3

you’re sitting across from matt, a scrabble board between you. the room is cozy, lit by a soft lamp in the corner. you’re both deep into the game, letters scattered around as you both try to outwit each other.

“that is not a word,” you protest, pointing at the board where matt has just laid out ‘qat.’

matt leans back, a smirk playing on his lips. “it’s a word. it’s a type of shrub. trust me, i know my words.”

you can’t help but roll your eyes. “fine, but if i find out you’re making up words…”

he chuckles, ”you’ll what? tickle me to death?”

the game continues, with both of you playfully arguing over each other’s word choices. matt feels each letter tile before placing them on the board, his fingers moving deftly over the embossed letters.

“aha! ‘bamboozle!’” you announce triumphantly, placing your tiles on the board.

matt tilts his head, a smile in his voice. “bamboozle? really?”

“yes, and it’s worth a ton of points,” you say with a toothy grin.

the game takes a whimsical turn, as both of you start to play the most outrageous words you can think of. matt plays ‘snickerdoodle,’ and you counter with ‘hullabaloo.’ you can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the words.

“okay, your turn,” matt says, passing the bag of tiles to you.

you pick a tile and frown. “z? what am I supposed to do with z?”

matt leans over, his shoulder brushing against yours. “zephyr, zealot, zucchini... need more z words?”

you stick your tongue out at him playfully. “show-off.”

finally, you place your tiles on the board, spelling ‘zizz.’ matt feels the tiles and nods approvingly.

“a zizz, huh? are we inventing words now?” he teases.

you laugh. “maybe. but it’s fun, right?”

the game continues with more laughter and ridiculous words. matt places ‘quokka’ on the board, and you burst into giggles.

“quokka? really, matt?”

he grins, his fingers tracing the letters. “it’s a real animal. cutest thing you’ve ever seen.”

you play along, enjoying the challenge and the fun. “fine, then i raise you ‘gobbledygook.’”

the scores are close, but the competition is friendly. matt’s laughter fills the room, warm and infectious, and you find yourself laughing along with him.

matt’s smugness grows as he pulls ahead in the game, his word choices becoming increasingly obscure and challenging. “and that” he says with a triumphant flourish, ”is ‘xanthophyll.’”

you stare at the board, trying to come up with a word that can match his score. matt’s grin widens, sensing your struggle. “need help?” he offers teasingly.

“no way!” you reply, determined to outdo him. but as you look at your letters, you realize the odds are against you. matt’s lead is almost insurmountable now.

you lean forward, a mischievous glint in your eyes. ”you know what, matt? i think you’ve earned a break.”

matt raises an eyebrow, his smirk still in place. “oh? and what did i do to deserve that?”

“well,” you begin, your voice dropping to a playful whisper, “you’ve been so good at this game, outwitting me at every turn. i think it’s only fair to give you a reward.”

matt grins, catching on. “and what kind of reward are we talking about?”

you stand up, walking around the table to stand beside him. “how about a distraction?” you say, your hand reaching out to gently tug at the edge of his shirt.

“a distraction, huh? i’m not sure if that’s within the rules of scrabble.”

“who says we have to follow the rules?”

matt chuckles, his hand covering yours. “i like the way you think.”

he stands up, his presence commanding yet gentle. “alright, you’ve got me. what’s this distraction?”

you take a step back, a playful challenge in your eyes. “first, you have to catch me.” with that, you dart away from the table, laughter trailing behind you.

matt’s laughter joins yours as he follows, his heightened senses easily keeping track of your movements. the scrabble game is forgotten, replaced by a new game of playful chase around the apartment.

you duck behind the couch, peeking out with a giggle. matt’s footsteps grow closer, his own laughter a warm sound in the cozy room.

“gotcha,” he says, suddenly appearing beside you. his arms wrap around you in a gentle embrace, and you laugh, caught in the moment.

the evening turns into a delightful mix of playful pursuits and shared laughter, the scrabble game a distant memory. you find yourself lost in the joy of the moment, the smugness and competition replaced by a warmth that fills the room.

matt’s voice is soft as he whispers, “best distraction ever,” his breath tickling your ear.

you smile, leaning into him. “glad you think so. but just so you know, next time, i’m totally going to win at scrabble.”

matt’s chuckle vibrates through you, his embrace tightening just a bit. “oh, is that a challenge?”

“absolutely,” you reply, grinning up at him. he nods, a contented sigh escaping him as he relaxes into the couch, pulling you along with him.

as you snuggle against matt, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart, you realize that this moment—this simple, joyous connection—is more precious than any game.

“you know,” matt murmurs, his fingers gently playing with your hair, “this turned out to be the best game of scrabble i’ve ever played.”

you laugh, your head resting comfortably against his chest. “yeah, even though we didn’t finish it.”

“it’s not always about finishing the game. sometimes, it’s just about enjoying the time spent playing it.”

you close your eyes, content in the circle of his arms, the worries of the day fading away. outside, the city continues its bustling rhythm, but inside, in matt’s embrace, everything is calm and peaceful.

and in that moment, with matt’s warmth surrounding you and his heartbeat a steady lullaby, you realize that winning isn’t everything. sometimes, the best victories are the ones where you find happiness, together.

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