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Stained Red - Chapter 8

Time

WARNING: SMUT AHEAD

The Vigilante

Matt has a love/hate relationship with his heightened senses. In his office, he can hear every drop, every scratch, and every step.

He heard you texting, all day. The only thing he knew was that it wasn't him.

He would occasionally hear a giggle or two escape your lips.

That enraged him.

He wasn't the one making you smile, he wasn't the one you were talking to all day.

Matt knew you threw the note in the garbage. To be expected, but there was a sliver of hope that you would go into his office, engulf his nostrils with your sweet scent, and forgive him.

He should know better than to think it would be that easy to earn your forgiveness.

Matt has dealt with his fair share of situationships, but a real relationship? Never. He could get over girls faster than they could get under him. Sex was sex. But you, you're different. Every taste he got of you made him want you more. He didn't want to fuck you and leave. He also didn't want anyone else touching you, ever.

His hand formed into a fist as he heard your fingers tapping away at your screen. Matt needs to figure out how to tell you about his vigilante activities, and fast.

Princesa

The day goes by faster than usual, but your mind was still preoccupied with thoughts of a specific Murdock.

One thing for certain is that you do not give in easily, let alone give in first. Matthew could write a note every day to you for 20 years, each would end up with the same fate. Being stuffed in the trash.

Your long coat glided along the steps as you exited the office, a familiar voice filling your ears.

"Night, Fog." Matt's voice felt like silk to your skin. You stopped in your tracks at the top of the stairs - as if he couldn't sense that you were there already. "I know you're there. I'm not gonna do anything." Matt took out his cane, pushing the door open.

"What if I want you to?" Matt can sense the faux innocence in your voice. His mouth curves into a smirk before he heads out the door.

You were being manipulative and toxic at this moment, but your core was begging for Matt. So, we'll blame it on that.

His voice alone made your toes curl and your cunt throb with need. You've been wanting to have sex with Matt for awhile, and being mad at him for whatever reason was making you want him more.

"Matthew." You follow him out the door, jogging to where he was on the sidewalk.

Matt pulled you in by your coat, pressing his lips to your ear. "Don't tempt me." He gently nibbled on your ear before pulling away, leaving you speechless.

A few hours later

You've retired your work clothes for the day and opted for a low cut tank top, sweat shorts that barely covered your ass, and a slouchy cardigan on top.

As you sipped your 3rd iced latte of the day, you thought about Matt. For the billionth time.

Were you willing to push away his secrets to have him in your life still?

Maybe.

You: Matthew. Come over.

Seen.

You: Please don't make me look more pathetic than I already feel.

Matthew: Beg.

Where was the sweet Matthew that you knew?

You: Come over and I'll beg all night.

Seen.

A half hour passed, so you decide to go into your room for the remainder of the night. Your core was aching for attention and you were gonna give it to her with or without Matt.

Bzzzzz.

You hear your door buzz, knowing it could only be one person. You buzzed him in, leaning against your doorframe.

Matt's wearing a black coat, grey sweatshirt with matching pants (slutty grey sweats), with his usual glasses. He brought one of his hands to your face, caressing it gently. His other hand glided down your curves to the end of your shorts.

"You leave the house in these?" Matt growled in your ear, cupping one of your ass cheeks.

"Not in the winter." You whisper in his ear, pulling him into your place. "Why? They're cute, no?"

"You keep playing with me." Matt took off his jacket, slipping his shoes off at the entryway. "I can be sweet, but once you tempt me too much, I can't hold back."

Matt seemed... angry. Territorial, protective, and angry.

"I would love to meet the sour side of you, Matthew." You go into your kitchen, grabbing a glass for wine. You open the wine bottle with a 'pop' and start pouring.

You feel Matt's body against your back, and a familiar erection pressing against your leg. Matt starts kissing your neck, subtly leaving bite marks to your shoulder.

You wanted to protest his touch and make him work for you. After all, he's still holding secrets that you don't know about.

Sipping your wine, you pressed your ass into him, teasing him more. You heard a breathy moan leave his lips, your core throbbing. Matt trailed his hands to your neck, pressing his fingers against the sides gently.

Fuck.

His fingers made their way to your shorts, sliding into them.

"No panties today?" Matt whispered in your ear, caressing your lips. "Bad girl." He slipped two fingers into your pussy, catching you off guard. "You're so wet for me too."

Setting the glass of wine on the counter, you lean into Matt's chest, letting your body bend to his every want and need. His calloused fingers pumped in and out of you while his lips were attached to your neck.

He could feel your walls pulsating around his fingers as you moan his name. "Matt, I-"

Matt's fingers retreat from your pussy, leaving you feeling a void in your core.

"You fucking tease." You turn to face him, a smirk taking over his entire face.

"What do you want, princess?" Matt took his two fingers and slid them in his mouth, sucking on them gently.

Fucking hell. This man is going to ruin you.

When you didn't reply, he asked again.

"I can't read your mind, princess. Tell me what you want."

Instead of telling him, you had a different plan. You led him to your bedroom, laying down on your back once you reached the bed. Your fingertips slipped under his sweatshirt, feeling his abdominal muscles and chest.

"For a writer, you certainly say little words." Matt snaked his body on top of you, hovering his lips an inch from yours. "Princess, tell me."

"You, Matthew. You." You reluctantly say against your better judgement. Your heart wants Matt, but your brain is saying to investigate these secrets before giving yourself to him.

We will deal with the brain later.

"Are you sure?" Matt takes off his glasses, caressing your cheek softly. "I know I messed up, I-"

"Pretend that's not happening right now. I don't want to deal with it. I just want you."

Matt's pillow soft lips pressed against yours for what felt like the first time in years. His movements were no longer based in anger, but they felt passionate. His right arm wrapped around you, pressing you into him as you rested your arms around his neck, opening your mouth to let him in.

His tongue found its home in your mouth and his hand was holding your face. "I missed you." Matt moaned, removing his lips from yours.

You took this as an opportunity to take your shirt off, leaving you in a lacy bra that you shamelessly wore hoping Matt would fuck you in it. His hands immediately went to your tits, kneading them slowly.

"Oh my god." His head went back. "I have so many favorite parts of you, but these make the top 5 for sure."

"What about this?" You bring his hand to the inside of your shorts, letting him feel your needy core.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to fuck you. That pussy of yours is addicting." Matt slid your shorts off, throwing them on the floor. "Are you sure you -"

"If you ask me again I'm gonna make you watch me fuck myself because I'm done talking." You unclip your bra, letting your tits bounce free. You grab Matt's sweatshirt and pull it over his head impatiently. He pulled his sweatpants off, his underwear were next.

You've never seen Matthew's dick, but you knew it was immaculate. The dick print in his sweatpants told you all you needed to know.

His dick sprung out of his underwear, hitting his stomach. It looked fucking glorious, if we're being honest.

You felt the tip of his dick tease your entrance, your arousal mixing with his pre-cum.

"Fuck, do you have a condom?" Matt stopped, looking at your face.

"Do we need one?" You raise your eyebrow, trying to ignore your pulsating cunt. "Cause if you're fucking anyone else, please -"

"I'm not fucking anyone else. Are you?" Matt cut you off, tilting his head to the side.

"No."

That was enough for him to gently push his tip into you, your walls spreading slowly to his size. A moan escaped your lips involuntarily.

Matthew moved with purpose, creating a rhythm with his lips as he plunged deeper and deeper into you. You wrapped one of your arms behind his neck, the other was holding onto his bicep.

"Fuck, princess." He moaned, his pace quickening. You could hear the sounds of your pussy against his dick, your arousal drenching him. "I can't believe how wet you are from me."

Matt slammed into you, hitting the spot that made your toes curl and your heart pound out of your chest.

"Matthew-" You moan, which only makes his pace quicken. He continuously hits your spot, still stretching your pussy to his size. Your walls pulsate around him as the world evaporated and it was just you, Matt, and your bed.

"That's it, beautiful." Matt said in a low voice, leaving bites on your neck as he continued to pound into you. "You're mine now."

A 2nd orgasm came after he said that. A breathy moan filled the room as Matt was about to reach his high. You felt his dick twitch as his rhythm quickened.

"Where do you want me to cum?" Matt said, almost out of breath.

The toxica in you came out to play.

"In me." You whispered in his ear, dragging your tongue along his earlobe.

Matt moaned your name before pushing himself one last time into you, filling you with his cum. You swear you could see his dick in your stomach. Once he pulled out, you felt like part of you was missing, but Matt was still there.

He grabbed a towel from your bathroom and cleaned you off, making sure you were okay and happy. Your cheeks were red-flushed, and your pussy was filled.

"You make me crazy." Matt pressed his lips to yours, lifting your chin. "I need everyone to know you're mine."

Your neck started to feel sore, then you remember Matt definitely left some bruises there for you to remember him by. You wondered why now all of the sudden he was feeling protective.

"I want to know you're mine." You search Matt's eyes, inching your naked body closer to his. "You have to let me in, Matthew. No more secrets."

Matt looked down, pulling your body into his. "I will. Just, please, give me time."

Time is something that cost nothing, but feels like it could mean the end of everything.

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