No Title. Just Matt Murdock

no title. just matt murdock ⊹₊⟡

a/n: i can not resist husband! matt. send me asks bc i desperately want to talk abt my mans

warning: 18+, mention of pregnancy, established relationship, aftercare, my first smut so be nice ♡

the routine is the same even before you had your daughter, even before you got pregnant. he would come into your shared bedroom, you tangled in the silk sheets. by then, he has already taken off his suit, either in a t-shirt and sweats or just in his boxers. the creak of the bed as it dips is enough to wake you, smiling once you notice it is your husband joining you. he pulls you to his chest and you bask into his warmth.

this is usually how it goes, but some days, matt kisses you hungrily, with a craving only you could fullfill. he makes love to you. all soft caresses of skin and thrusts that pulls out squeals covered by your hands.

"feel good, baby?" matt leans over, his breath tickling your ear. he kisses your face, as his cock hitting just the right angle, making you squirm under his touch. his movements were slow and calculated, taking note of every breath and movement. after years of being together, matt seemed to perfect it. he knows your body inside and out.

you can't manage to squeak out anything clinging onto matt’s biceps. whimpers and quiet moans stir out of you, careful not to wake up your baby girl.

"talk to me," matt grunts, his hands caressing your body. "talk to me, baby," he repeats.

"sorry," you manage to squeak out, knowing how much matt likes to talk while having sex. he wants to know that you are there with him and most importantly-- you feel good.

"don't worry, angel," matt grunts, cursing under his breath. "doing so good for me."

matt gently placed your arms above your head as he picked up the pace. the sound of your skin clashing together and the smell of sweat and sex in the air penetrated matt’s senses. it drove him insane, almost dizzy. he held you there for what seemed like forever, the tight knot in your stomach begging to release.

in between breaths, you grunted out. “i love you.”

the pleasure rising through you was immeasurable, closing your eyes and almost closing your legs before your husband split them back open. matt murmurs a small, “i love you more,” as both of your orgasms seemed to crash over. "i love you so much."

matt pulls out slowly, collective hisses as he does so. he pulls the covers up against your bare bodies. he hums, burying his face into your neck, engulfing in your sweet honeyed scent. you run your hand through his hair, catching your breath.

"did you patch yourself up," you ask.

matt chuckles, a small smile curling on his lips. "did you not see the bandages on my chest?"

"it was dark!" you huff. "plus i was preoccupied with you."

"is that what we're calling it now?"

you slap matt's face playfully, wanting to wipe off that smirk off his face.

it was simple, it was sweetness ⊹₊⟡

a/n: i caught daredevil disease (and the flu). i love you matt murdock ♡ inspired by we never have sex by leith ross.

matt likes tracing your face. he takes note of the bridge of your nose, the softness of your lips, your skin underneath his calloused hands. he whispers sweet nothings while he does, whether you are awake, half asleep, or deeply asleep. he tells you how beautiful you are (“you don’t even know what i look like, matt,” you giggle, as matt’s hand caresses your cheek one night just like the rest. “don’t need to, beautiful.” he replies in that soft voice of his.)

and when you are particularly asleep, matt drowns out the busy streets of hell’s kitchen, just to hear your light snores and hear the soft thump of your heartbeat. even just for a few minutes, matt can forget about his responsibilities. the firm. daredevil. all of it.

it was simple, it was sweetness, just feeling and hearing you every night— and only you. he thinks he would crazy without hearing it. in fact, he doesn’t know how he lived years without you.

“goodnight, angel,” said matt, kissing your head and joining you in slumber.

just finished act two... literally what the fuck

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