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*** 18+ drabble MDNI ***

“sweetheart, please, I-“ Matt begins to speak but is once again cut off by the way your hips are rocking back and forth across his, not lifting an inch for him but getting yourself off.

“please what? tell me.” you whisper, leaning yourself forward slightly, your mouth resting next to his stubbled cheek as you listen to his chest heaving with the rapid breathing.

“need- shit- need you to ride me.” he stutters, hands still pinned above him by one of your hands.

Matt claims to hate being the sub in bed, says he much prefers having his way with you - but each and every time you start teasing him, the begging comes out. the pleading rears its head.

slowly but surely, you start to bounce up and down, letting go of his hands and leading them to your tits as they copy the movements of the rest of you. “like this? that’s what you want?” you question him, looking down in the red light of the billboard to see his mouth dropped open, short gasps each time you move on his cock, letting him feel all of you, desperate to cum deep in your slick walls.

it’s going to be a very long night for Matt.

Kinktober 2024 - Overstimulation

Pairing: Matt Murdock/Reader

“What colour, Matty?” You cooed softly. 

“G-Green-” He stuttered, his voice wavering, his breath coming in desperate broken pants. 

It had been green for a while now. He just wouldn’t give in. He’d been groaning, whimpering. His cockhead was swollen and it was starting to look more red than pink but he was still saying green. 

His hands were tied to his thighs and his ankles were tied to the legs of the chair. His sat fully exposed for you. Gasping for air and still pleading for more. Even though his body was shaking, his throat was dry with how much he was begging. He still wanted more.

“Are you sure, baby?” Your hand moved gently across his length, cupping his balls.

He nodded quickly, his breath utterly broken. His body was so taut that you could see every defined muscle, every scar, every vein.

And the only thing that fell from his lips was please, please, please, please, please- with desperate whiney breaths and nothing else. I deserve it- I need it- Please, please please, don’t- don’t stop- He kept begging between choked gasps, his body shaking every time you touched his dick. 

His stomach was soaked and half-dried with caked cum. It wasn’t even white anymore. 

His dick was just twitching air but he was still hard and throbbing. His head was thrown back, moaning, tiny tears streaming down his face as he tried to take shallow breaths. You had to use lube to keep him slick as you moved your hand over his cock. Slow and paced and then suddenly quick. He’d whine louder, begging again with every stroke. 

His cock twitched again but nothing came out. You could feel the balls squeeze and his voice becoming more hoarse. 

“What colour, baby?” You asked again. 

“Green-” He mumbled, even though his head was lolling to the side, his blind eyes even more glassy somehow. “Still green.” He rasped. 

You loved and hated nights like these. The ones where he didn’t want to stop. The ones where he’d force you, beg you to keep going until he passed out. But god, if he didn’t look a vision like this. Tied, exposed, begging and all yours. 

You popped an ice cube in your mouth and sucked it until you were sure your tongue was cold. You threw it away and licked the shaft with the flat of your tongue. You couldn’t stop but that didn’t mean you couldn’t make it feel pleasurable instead of the pain he wanted. 

As soon as the cold tongue touched him, the moaning sigh that left him made you smile. You swirled your cold tongue around the hot cockhead. His body twitched again. His palms opened and closed, unable to move.

“What colour, baby?” You asked, your face pressed against his dick. 

“G-Gr-” He swallowed, losing coherence, “R-” He shook his head with a growl, “Green.” 

You could see he was pushing beyond his limits. He’d almost said red just now but he was still pushing through. 

“Matty-” You say softly, sucking on another ice cube to lick him down, to stop the pain he was probably starting to feel. 

“No- please- please.” He said hoarsely. “Not yet- One more-” 

You knew he’d definitely faint at one more but he was yours. Who were you to deny what he needed? 

“Just one more baby.” You nodded, lubing up your hands again and starting to pump him slowly. But he was so overworked and overstimulated that even one touch made him whimper. His head was thrown back immediately. His body was convulsing and clenching with every stroke. The noises he made were so fucking beautiful but his cock was burning in your hands with how overworked it was. 

You moved your hand across his shaft, brushing at the ridge of the head. Every move made him whimper so pathetically and god, what a pretty sound. 

It was a symphony of please, please, almost, please that echoed in the apartment. His voice was so hoarse but he still was so needy.

“Gonna cum for me, baby?” You cooed, your other hand fondling and giving soft squeezes to his empty balls. 

“Y-Yes-” Matt whined, his hips bucking into your hands as much as he could giving his restraints. “Yes.” He moaned again. 

His cock twitched, every muscle of his body was taut and you felt his balls tense again. His dick pulsated in your hand and maybe a few drops gathered on top but nothing more came. 

“Good boy… Such a pretty mess-” You whispered to him as his body went slack. “What colour?” 

“Gr- Red-” He finally whispered. His body loosened entirely and slumping back into the chair.

The reason that Matt got overstimulation as his kink.

Kinktober 2024.

i’ve NEVER seen anyone talk about this but hello? that was so hot

need him to sugar daddy me 🤑🤑