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ultralightpoe · 10 months

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Strangers - Bucky Barnes

Authors Note: Please don't hate me. I was reading a Midsummer nights dream when I wrote this.

Warning: Fighting, ptsd

Word Count: 3151

Part One : Avoidance

Part Two: Chaos

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((Please don't hate me. I was reading a Midsummer nights dream when I wrote this. ))

“You mean to tell me that you’ve combed through every inch of that footage? That you have tried tracking her suit and you’ve-”

“YES BARNES! YES!” The surveillance employee snaps, snatching the glasses off his face and rubbing the point between his eyebrows. Never, not once, had Eric Micheals raised his voice at a higher man. Let alone the Winter Fucking Soldier.

But he didn’t know how else to say it. They combed through every piece of evidence, every second of footage and all the villages nearby. They. Found. Nothing.

“How does someone just disappear? Are there any blindspots in the-”

“Even if there were blindspots in the footage we would have seen her somewhere.” Eric snaps, and Bucky feels his fists clench, an unnatural anger pounding in his chest. Rationally he knew that the kid was just doing his job, but he felt like he couldn’t breathe without you. “If she left that building then we would have seen her.”

“We combed through the building to find her-”

“Enough.” Steve sighs, stepping between Bucky and his target. “We know Y/n got out. But she apparently didn’t take a natural exit.”

“Then how did she-” Nat begins but Steve cuts her a quick glance to silence her, turning back to Bucky. “We’ll figure it out, Buck. She’s out there-”

“I know she’s out there.” Bucky snaps, rolling his eyes as his flesh hand travels to the ache in his chest. “I can feel her, she’s right here.”

“You can feel her?” Tony scoffs, shooting everyone else a ‘can you believe this?’ look as Sam steps forward.

“Then we keep looking, keep brainstorming ways to find her.” Finally Bucky lets out a breath, walking to his pal with a calm expression. At least someone here was in his corner.

There was a thick feeling in your chest, one that you could not quite explain, but you knew it was there. Like a cord was wrapped to your ribcage and pulling, and no matter which way you turned or walked you just couldn’t seem to shake it.

The woman you were staying with often watched you closely, watching as you shuffled around her home in an attempt to ease the pressure, if she thought it weird she didn’t say anything on it. But then again it was already weird enough that she had someone in her house making plants grow at the speed of light and not have a clue as to who she was.

But that didn’t stop her from taking care of you. She fed you a hot meal morning and night, gave you a warm bed to sleep in and often carted you around town to help with her work.

She sold flowers, and ever since you had gotten involved she had never ending line out the door to buy your once in a lifetime flowers.

You felt powerful and endless, and though you had no clue who you were you knew you had never felt this kind of power before. And even with all that you still felt…. Empty. Like you were missing something very important.

Never ending, the pressure in your ribcage only tightening more.

Like today, walking behind the strange woman with a hand on your side, following her around the market as people all stopped to turn to you with shocked expressions. You understood their expressions, and had been shocked yourself when you saw how long your hair had been and the vines growing around your arms that you just couldn’t seem to shake.

You looked like a goddess.

You just wish you remembered who you were.

It was not long before the people around you figured out that just a touch from you was a healing spell, and soon enough everyone was desperate to touch you. People calling for you as you pass, screaming out a name you didn’t know as the stranger who saved you snatches your wrist, jolting back when the gray of her hair darkens back to the original color and some of the wrinkles along her face disappear.

You can only stare, blinking slowly as she snatches her hand away quickly. And though you had no memories you knew what you had just done was wrong. A wave of panic fills you and you find yourself yearning for something. The smell of black coffee and spearmint filling your senses as she mumbles an apology.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” She mumbles, the russian accent heavier from the adrenaline. “Come. Come. We go before they find us.”

“I want to heal.” You croak out, showing your hands before gesturing to the groups you had left behind you. “I can help-”

“Okay. Okay.” She mumbles, slowly leading you back to them, this time careful not to touch you.

You try not to be stung by that, and that heavy feeling in your chest dampens more. You were missing something.

He had to find you, he knew something was wrong.

If anyone were to hear him talk about it they would think he was crazy, but he felt it. The lack of energy and the heavy feeling in his chest. It was like he could feel your pain even while he was away.

“Buck.” Someone calls and he has to turn to find Sam walking to him, a small smile on his face. That was another reason Bucky knew something was wrong, he had NEVER seen Sam so sprightly.

It was like you had completely healed every single thing. Something he had never seen you do before, sure you helped in the med bay sometimes but even that was simple stuff that took most of your energy. He remembers all the times he had come in himself needing stitches.

“You know I heal fast, right doll?” He laughs, watching as you blush and not make eye contact while you continue stitching him up.

“This will help heal you faster, and I would very much appreciate it if you would stop getting shot so much.” You try to smile, eyes widening as he gasps out to scare you, realizing what he had done a second later. “Don’t do that.”

“I’m sorry,” He laughs, reaching his flesh hand up to swipe at your cheek. “I had to, you know it. You’re so anxious and I’m not gonna die on ya dollface.”

“I’m not your dollface right now Barnes”

“You’re always my dollface, even when you’re mad at me.” He smiles from ear to ear. “What time is your shift over, we can head over to the diner later.”

“Oh, I’m just helping out right now.” You smile and he blinks.

“You’re helping out? Doing all this and not getting paid?”

“I’ll let you buy me dinner as payment.” You smile, giving him a wink and then walking off for your next client.

It still amazed him how you convinced Stark to take public patients to allow better access to medicine and tech that the Avengers could provide.

“Buck? You hear me?” Sam calls, snapping his fingers.

“What?” The soldier asks, blinking slowly as he tries to snap you out of his thoughts for a second.

“I asked if you wanted help watering Y/ns plants.” Sam repeats himself, moving to grab another water canister as Bucky thanks him and gets back to working. His thoughts go back to the clinic you had been running, something he checked on everyday to make sure it was still running-

“Y/n.” He gasps, snapping to Sam.

“What?”

“Y/n. I know how to find her. I know how to find my girl.” Bucky laughs, dropping the water canister and splitting from the room with Sam hot on his heels. He dashes to the surveillance room, shocking Clint and Natasha on their shift.

“What now Bucky?” Clint groans, turning on his hearing aid as Nat slaps his arm.

“I know how to find Y/n-”

“Barnes, we have been through this. We’ve check-”

“Check the news for towns near the compound we rushed. Check for any healing activity.”

“Healing activity?” An intern laughs. “Like ibuprofen sales?”

His metal arm is reaching out quickly to snatch the shirt of the intern, pulling him up. “You about to make fun of the one person in this building who made you a specialized medicine for your mothers chemo therapy?”

“N-No man-”

“Sir.”

“NO SIR!” The kid cries out and Bucky releases him, rolling his eyes as the kid dashes past. “The Y/n I know would find a way to help anyone near her. And if she can heal Sam down to the lungs then she has enough energy to perform some miracles.”

“You don’t even know if she ma-”

“My girl made it out. And my girl is definitely out there making a change so let’s go.”

There were a lot of sick people here, from asthma to cancer to allergies. And they all wanted your help, which you were more than happy to give.

Child to mother to stranger to another child. Over and over they all kept coming.

You did what you could, touching their forehead or hands, some of them asked for a kiss on their head.

You did as much as you could, and hadn’t even realized when you started bleeding from your nose until the strange woman ushers you away, still not touching you herself.

“Melina.” Someone calls, and a younger woman with blonde hair appears before you, eyes wild as she taked you in. “Is it true.”

“Yelena.” The brunette stranger warns, and just like that you had two names but there was only one stuck on your tongue.

“Bucky.” You blurt and both women snap their attention to you.

“She is a god.” Yelena blurts and Melina shakes her head.

“A curse.”

“I’m lost.” You murmur, but they don’t seem to hear you, too busy arguing over each other.

“She went through the earth.” Bucky smiles, looking at the basement where they had lost you. Now unflooded and easier to search it was clear how you had managed to get out. You had quite literally gone through the earth.

It was like you had sunk through like a soft mattress, in a moment of panic you drew from the earth.

“Barnes.” Nat calls, red hair appearing quickly. “We got a hit.”

“We did?”

“You won’t believe what town we found her in.”

There was a heavy commotion, the sound of heavy wind and the next thing you knew everyone was dashing to hide, which made your instincts snap out.

Turning to look you see some of the dust rising up before you blink and see Cornell there, a silent scream tears through you as you dash for shelter as well, bare feet scraping against the concrete.

You had lost Melina and Yelena that morning, and now you wish you hadn’t strayed as you make a mad dash through the area, hearing footsteps follow you.

A small thud is heard to your right, a soft curse of a man, and when you look back to see you find a taller male with metal bird winds dodging from rocks being thrown by children. He ducks from their rocks, calling for them to calm down before the kids all yell out and run, when he removes his arm you spot a look of shock over his face.

Before you can even realize what you had done you see vines grow quickly, snatching him by the ankles and throwing him up before he could retaliate.

He searches around for the source, spotting you with a shocked look. “Y/n, IT’S SAM!”

But you were already dashing, the bottom of your foot scraping before it heals in a flash as you dash up a fallen post before a blur of red hair fills your vision and you are lashing out once more to protect yourself.

Cornell had come back for you, you knew it. This was the end of it all.

The female is blocked by a tree and another figure with a bow and arrow is pulled into the dirt as you dash up the post and climb into an abandoned building, moving to find a space to hide.

“Jesus, she’s gone wild.” Clint gasps, trying to take his foot out of the quicksand you had formed under him while Nat moves around the tree to help him.

“This is my fault.”

“You know I love you, but right now I’m gonna have to agree.” The deaf man gasps as Steve and Bucky speed to them.

“Which direction?” Steve asks, but Bucky is already passing, almost like he could already sense where you had gone. Steve follows close and Nat gives one more look to Clint before he shakes her off and turns to Sam for help.

“We should have brought the witch.” Clint snaps, allowing Sam to coach him out.

Steve and Bucky take cover by the wall, looking to the post you had climbed as Nat takes the lead, being the first to climb up.

“Never thought we would be hiding from Y/n.” Steve whispers through the comns.

“It’s not Y/n, she was panicked and scared and mumbled something about Cornell.” Sam grunts.

“She said Cornell?” Bucky blurts, a little louder than intended .

“No. I just gave you misinformation for fun-”

“Shut. Up.” He snaps, using his metal arm as leverage up the beam to get to you faster. “Y/n!”

The ground beneath the building shakes a bit, and he hits the floor of the building to hold himself stable, taking a moment to review his surroundings. No gun in sight, and no weapons shown. You were an enemy but you were also still attacking.

“Y/n!” He calls again, the ground shakes more.

“Barnes!” Nat calls, lunging in with Steve.

“Y/N!” Cornell calls, but you couldn’t stop, you were running. You were free and there was nothing that was going to stop you now.

You were no longer his pet.

A shot rings out as the forest branches tear at your skin, and you don’t recognize the pain until you step on the leg that had been shot and a scream tears through your throat as you hit the floor, pain filling your body.

You try to silence yourself, you really do but there is nothing that could stop the sobs as you try to pick yourself back up, you had to do this. You had to save yourself.

There is a blur in the corner of your eye and you were sure Cornell had caught up, so you pull the strength to stand and keep running.

Once you hear that name, the name you recognize as your own, you can do nothing but run.

There are people running behind you, but you don’t risk a look back, and you don’t have enough energy to fight them so you focus on running.

This was something you knew, you were going to be free.

There is a blur to your right, and you realize that you are running against people with superspeed and can’t really fight that. So you turn to the left, only to be tackled by a figure you hadn’t even seen.

“Dollface.” Someone gasps out, the feeling of metal and flesh wraps around you in a soft embrace as they try to slow you down. “Cornell is not here. Dollface I swear it.”

The blur had caught up, holding out his hands to you in a calming manner, doing his best to ease you down from the very tightrope you had formed.

“Cornell is not here, okay? I’ve got ya. I’ve got ya.” The stranger hushes you, getting closer and closer.

You recognized it now, you knew him. This was your closest companion. He had saved you from Cornell and he had come for you.

So you take a deep breath, turning to him with tears in your eyes as you try to calm down, trying to remember how you had ended up here in the first place.

“You came for me…” You whisper, a sob escaping your lips. “I’m sorry I ran.”

“It’s okay.” The man holding you eases, letting go of you slowly. “We’re here for you dollface.”

“Thank you….” You cry, missing the confusion on his face when you turn away from him. “Thank you for coming back for me Stevie.”

“I’m Steve.” The blonde stranger smiles, rubbing your shoulders. “But my friends call me Stevie.”

“Stevie…”

Bucky is at an absolute loss of words, feeling you rush from his grasp to jump into Steve’s arms quickly, a pang of jealousy crossing through him when he sees Steve wrap his arms around you and kiss your head.

This can’t be real.

He doesn’t know what to think, he doesn’t know what to do.

Everything in him is screaming to grab your attention and bring you into his arms, apologize for ever ignoring you and taking what he had for granted. To promise that he will never leave you again and beg you to forgive him.

But you are sobbing into Steve’s chest and before he can act on his thoughts he catches Nat’s eyes. But when he was expecting a warning from his friend he was mistaken, instead he saw a devastating jealousy written over her face as she watches Steve hug you.

There is another sinking feeling as he realizes, finally, why Natasha had been so firm on protecting him in this situation.

“You both are so wrapped up in each other that you forget to breathe without each other. Codependency hurts more when it’s forcefully torn rather than willingly.”

Natasha had gotten attached…. To Steve.

Tony is waiting at the landing pad when the quinjet arrives, nerves in his stomach rumbling. He hadn’t received a confirmation from anyone, and that was never a good sign. So he was the first out, watching as the ramp door opened and his team was revealed.

A relieved gasp escapes him when he sees you, curled into a blanket with vines covering your arms and legs, a bit of green smudging your cheek and the tips of your fingers. He takes a couple quick steps forward, ready to greet you, until he sees Natasha storm down.

“What’s going on Widow?” He asks, only for her to rush past with Clint on her heels. Sam follows, rubbing the back of his neck with a saddened expression.

Bucky walks up next, jaw tight and his fists tense as Tony looks at him.

“Why aren’t you with Y/n?” He hated Bucky, but even he knew this was unsettling.

“Ask. Stevie.” Bucky snaps, shouldering past Tony as he finally looks back to where you are holding on to Steve’s hand, just like you had the first time he brought you here.

“This is a mess.” Steve whispers, leading you to the door. “A mess I don’t know how to fix.”

(Next and FINAL PART here )

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1rsoldiersince2012 · 11 months

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 3151 (chapter 37)

Summary:

You and Matt met in the courtroom. Now, you may think that Matt was a knight in shining armour and defended you in the name of all United States laws, but that was not the case. Matt was totally destroying your client, and you wanted to tear him into pieces right then and right there, because with Murdock as your rival, your head is on the firm's plate with each case. Did Matt care? No, he only cared about bringing justice, he was a human-machine, driven by the need to bring righteousness no matter the cost. Or was he just that? What happens when you get involved in Fisk's business and Daredevil's lies against your will?

I think we cooked 👀👀 (minors do not interact!!)

37. bad idea, right?

"Can I touch your face?" Matt asks, still not letting go of your hand. "I want to at least imagine what you look like."

"Yes." You say softly, barely above whisper. Matt gently places his fingers on your cheeks, feeling your skin become hotter under his touch. You involuntarily close your eyes, enjoying the moment, while his fingertips ghost over your forehead, along your hairline, touching your eyebrows and your closed eyelids, feeling the slight twitching when your eyes move. Matt's skin is warm, he softly grazes his fingers along your cheekbones, your nose, feeling the light bump in the middle, as if you had broken it long time ago. You feel your breath hitch when his thumbs slide along your jawline, stopping on your chin to lift it up by an inch, and his thumb finally draws a line along your lips, barely touching, but you feel like you're already on the cloud nine.

"So beautiful." He mutters, not hurrying to take his hands off your face, on the contrary, he slides his fingers in your hair, pulling out your hair tie and slowly massaging your scalp. You've never felt like this before. He wasn't doing much, yet that was the most intimate moment with someone in your whole life. Making yourself to open your eyelids, you see Matt leaning closer to you than before, holding his breath. He looked like he was restraining himself, as if he was holding back, or tried not to hold onto you with his whole weight. Lips slightly parted, his Adam's apple moving every time he swallowed his saliva - this was the hottest sight you've ever laid your eyes on.

It was a game. A game of who will break first. The desire to pull him in for a suffocating kiss was becoming unbearable, and Matt knew this too. He decided to tease a little longer, get you so desperate for him that you wouldn't be able to take another breath without feeling his lips on yours. You two have already shared a couple of heated kisses, but now, he knew that this one will be different, maybe even better than the previous ones. Matt's fingers gently slide down your neck, over the hem of your blouse, and stop where the cut-out ends. Teasingly, his fingers trace back along the hem of your blouse, and find their place on your jawline. "Kiss me, Matt." You say, feeling your body arching into his touch on its own.

He doesn't delay any longer, diving to meet your lips already at half of the distance than it was before. The kiss, although it was mainly tongues and teeth clashing together, took your breath away. Your fingers slipped on the back of his neck, pulling him closer into your chest. Matt complies, still holding his whole weigh on the back of the sofa, his knee painfully pressing into your thigh, leaving the skin red upon the contact. As much as you don't want to pull away, you still do, breathing heavily, watching a cocky smirk on Matt's lips. There was no denying that he was driving you insane, but the sight of his lips, almost red and bruised from the kiss, your kiss, almost sent you over the edge.

"You taste like beer." He breathes out, licking his lower lip seductively. "And whiskey." Matt can't say anything else because you kiss him again, still with urgency and desire, clouding his senses and lighting up a fire inside his body. His hands run along your body, tug at your jacket and you push yourself up, unsticking your back from the sofa. Jacket down somewhere on the ground, you were feeling on fire. You wished to be out of your clothes as soon as possible, but Matt still wanted to get you so worked up that you wouldn't be able to think of anything else but him.

"Matt.." you whisper, breath hitching as he peppers kisses on your neck, his fingers pulling your blouse down at the end of the cut out, until he feels your bra underneath. His left hand is slowly caressing your skin just above your knee, controlling his strength, because otherwise, he would let his fingers dig into your soft flesh. If he could, he'd mark you as his.

"I wanted this for so long." He says, pulling away from your neck, his nostrils filled with your sweet perfume, fingers clumsily trying to unbutton your silver blouse. You try to find a better position without breaking your back sitting sideways, and end up pressed deeper into the sofa, now lying with Matt making himself comfortable between your legs. Your skirt has ridden so far up that it doesn't function as such anymore.

"Oh yeah? How long?" You say between kisses, now much more slower than before, somehow full of depth. You just couldn't get enough of his lips.

Matt is halfway through unbuttoning your blouse, when he pulls you by your legs closer to him. "Since our second court. When you won." Goosebumps cover your skin when his hand gently rubs your bare thigh, sliding up further than before.

"Really?" You grab the collar of his shirt, bringing him closer, yet not close enough for your lips to touch, and start unbuttoning his shirt. "I thought you were weeping when you got home."

A smirk appears on Matt's face, "You were good, but not that good."

"Cocky bastard." Your fingers quickly work out his buttons and soon Matt feels a light breeze dance on his stomach, your cold fingers touch his chest and abs. "Ripped cocky bastard."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Matt leans forward, suddenly thrusting his hips into yours, and you feel a moan leave your mouth.

"I got a nice reward for that case." You close your eyes when Matt dives to kiss your neck again, lips making their way to your breasts. "Hogarth gave me my office the same day."

"Really?" He asks between kisses, licking a stripe on your neck up till your jaw, hands finally opening your blouse and pushing it off your shoulders.

"Yeah. Somehow that month you were our number one enemies." You remain in a sitting position, still trapped between Matt's hips.

"I honestly refuse to believe that." He hums lowly when you sit in his lap, pushing him into the back of the sofa and kissing his neck. Matt's hands find their place on your lower back, not so discreetly pushing you further into him.

"Hogarth and Benowitz were fuming everytime we got to know that you are on the opposing side." You arch your back when Matt starts unzipping your skirt.

"Ha," he breathes out half of laugh when your hips start grinding on his, hands resting on his shoulders. "I'm a very good lawyer then."

"Don't forget..." You lean closer, lips touching his earlobe, "I've won more times than you." Matt's breath hitches when your hand slides between your pressed bodies, and touches his hard on.

"Y/n-" His body chases your touch, giving you control, and you make work of his belt, hurrying to unzip his pants before he takes the reigns again. "Let me just-"

"Matt, shut up." You push him into the sofa using minimum strength, your tongue invading his mouth and he misses the moment your hands free him from his trousers and you begin grinding on him again, underwear providing at least a half of pleasure that you'd want. "I wanted this since we went to Josie's the first time." Breathing heavily, you bite your lip to prevent another moan from leaving your mouth, instead, Matt takes his turn and a filthy groan leaves his mouth, the sound going straight to your core. "You were so desperate to talk about the case, I was sure it was more than that."

Matt smirks, swiftly laying you down, so now he was in control again. You try to shimmy out of your skirt while Matt rips the shirt off his body and throws it somewhere behind the sofa. His hands stop yours and he finishes the job for you. "Well, Miss y/l/n, you weren't wrong. I wanted to have you all for myself that evening."

"You have me now." You gasp and immediately grab his arm when he brushes his fingers on your panties, feeling how wet you got from his touch. Matt continues his actions a few more times, until he pulls your panties to the side and you almost cum from the sight of him licking his ring and middle fingers, surely enough already tasting you, but then he slowly pushes them inside you, making you gasp loudly at this new feeling. His eyebrows knit together, feeling how tightly your pussy was squeezing his fingers, almost throbbing at the contact. You try to lean on your elbows, try to watch how his fingers disappear inside of you, making your muscles tense and mind race ten times faster. Your hips chase his fingers when he pulls them out, quickly unclasping your bra with his free hand and his fingers, that had just been inside of you, still wet, harshly brush on your breast, trapping your nipple in the middle. Without any warning, Matt dives in, sucking the wet nipple. You moan again, trying your best to keep your mind in place. Being drunk and horny wasn't the best combination, especially when you were lying under the man you desired for a long time. "I need you... in me." You breathe out, and Matt pulls away, leaving your nipple and you waiting for more.

"You sure?" He asks, so painfully hard, that he had to restrain himself from ripping your panties out of his way.

"Yes, Matt, yes."

He jumps out of bed, getting out of his pants as quick as possible, and while you get rid of your panties, you notice him taking out a condom out of his pocket. How long has he been carrying that? Your question remains unanswered when Matt returns to the previous spot, now both fully naked in front of each other, and the anticipation is almost driving you over the edge. With burning eyes, you watch him stroke himself a couple of times before pulling on the condom. You know that he wants to ask something again, you can feel the question hanging in the air, but you decide to speed things up and when the tip of his penis brushes on your folds and stops right at the entrance of your vagina, you push him all the way into you with your heels, and the mutual groan sends shockwaves through your body. You felt so full at this moment, trying to savour the feeling of your bodies finally connected.

"So tight..." Matt grits out through his teeth, "...so good." He finally starts moving, at first, agonizingly slow, but quickly picking up a pace. You only manage to grab his back, letting your nails to dig into the muscles, as well as push him closer to you, clashing your lips together, because finally, he left you speechless.

The pace that Matt finally has set was already making you see stars. You two were panting like you've just ran a marathon, and you were pretty sure that his neighbours will file a noise complaint from the way you couldn't stop the sounds from leaving your mouth. Matt burried his head deep into your neck, biting your shoulder slightly, but sure that it would leave a mark. Everything about this moment was so filthy yet so sacred for him, and even if he felt that he was still a little bit tipsy, the alcohol didn't have the same effect on him that you did. He couldn't remember the last time it felt so good to have sex with someone, let alone enjoy their company, but with you it was different. Your nails, painfully digging into his back, your short breaths that were leaving your mouth every time he pushed himself into you, and the moans of his name, muttered into his ear - everything combined almost made him cum as fast a virgin.

"Matt, I'm so close." You whisper, eyes tightly closed, losing control over your body, when you feel Matt quickening the pace, although the movements of his hips were becoming sloppier and sloppier with each thrust.

He pulls away from your shoulder, resting his forehead on yours, his hot breath mixing with yours, and you arch your back into him again, when Matt slides his hand between your bodies, his fingers frantically rubbing your clit and you feel yourself getting lost in the moment, orgasm overtaking your body, legs shaking with force you didn't know you could experience.

Matt groans loudly, whispering your name like a mantra when, shaken by the orgasm, you squeeze him tightly, and he cums in the condom, still inside you.

"Matt, fuck." You manage to say while he continues to move inside, fucking you through both of your orgasms.

He lets his body fall onto yours, pulling out, and you hiss at the loss of contact, only now feeling how oversensitive you've just become. "Am I squeezing you?" Matt asks, lifting his head from your chest, and gently brushing the hair off your forehead. Only now you notice how sweaty you were, hair sticking to your forehead. Matt's stubble brushes on your cleavage, creating an itchy spot.

"No." You exhale, hugging him close to your body, and you can't stop yourself from kissing his face, his cheeks and his full pink lips. You just couldn't get enough of him.

I don't want this to end. That's what he wanted to say, to scream at the top of his lungs, yet only a soft hum left his lips. "Stay?" He suddenly asks, and you feel your legs giving up, somehow this being more intimate than what you just did minutes ago.

"You sure?" You ask, slowly grazing your fingers on his bicep.

"Yeah. You can sleep in my bed." His nose makes circles on your chest, along with short pecks from time to time.

"Are you gonna be there too?" You laugh slightly, pulling him in for another slow kiss.

"Wouldn't miss this chance." Matt smiles, making your heart swell at the sight of his disheveled hair and a lazy look on his face.

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You stay the night, waking up when the early morning light breaks through the window of Matt's bedroom. First, you feel your head pounding, as if someone was continuously smashing plates beside your ear. The feeling makes you want to groan loudly, but the arm draped over your stomach prevents you from making any sound. Without turning your body, you look at Matt, sleeping beside you peacefully. He looked so handsome when he wasn't worrying about anything. Then it finally dawns on you - you had sex with Matt. And hell, it was so good...

You find your phone under the pillow, looking at the time. Almost seven. Unconsciously, your hands open messages and in a blink, you're already texting Pug.

You: oh my god

You: shit. We had sex

Pug texts back almost immediately, sending a couple of messages at the same time.

Pug: what? Who's we??

You: Matt and I

Pug: The Matt? Your boss?

You don't answer right away and almost drop your phone on your face when Pug starts calling, only managing to turn off the sound without waking up Matt.

You: DUDE

You: Im at his apt!!

Pug: oH. Well shit, you two finally got laid

You: what you mean by finally??

Pug: cmon we both know it had to happen sooner or later. But wait how did it happen?

You: im so hungover now.

You: long story. Maybe when we meet ill tell

Pug: hey not fair! He's still sleeping?

You steal another glance at Matt, but then he presses you into him, nuzzling his nose into your neck, almost making you shiver. Stilling again, you text Pug back.

You: yeah, don't think any other guy has cuddled me like that in the morning

Pug: cuddling? When's the wedding?

You: shut up 😂

Pug: but in all seriousness now... How good was he?

You: you wouldn't believe if I told you

You: anyways, why are you up so early?

Pug: going to the courtroom in 2 hrs

You: you didnt tell me you had a case

Pug: you didn't ask

You: dick. Good luck

Pug: thanks, shorty 💚

You drop your phone beside your head, exhaling loudly. Matt stirs next to you, placing a kiss on your shoulder. "Morning." He mumbles, bringing your bodies even closer together.

"Morning, handsome." You turn around to look at him.

Matt smiles lazily, gently rubbing your arm, "what time is it?"

"Seven." You close your eyes again, enjoying this closeness and warmth. "We should get up." You say reluctantly, "I still have to go home to get changed."

"I'm sure you look good in my shirt." He replies, hands slipping under the material of his shirt to touch your stomach teasingly.

"As soft as it is, I'm afraid that it doesn't cover my ass." You stop his hand roaming on your skin.

"Everyone should know about your ass." He says in your hair, his hot breath causing you to shiver.

"Objection. Everyone should know about your ass."

"I'm sensing an obsession."

"I'm sensing that we should get going." You kiss him on the lips, quickly pulling away before he traps you again. "I still have to call for a taxi and get changed, and somehow retrieve my car from the bar."

"Can I tag along?" He asks, sitting on the bed when you leave his side.

"I think it would be too suspicious for Karen, especially since we left Josie's together." You say loudly, already putting on your clothes that were scattered on the floor of his living room.

"I don't care." He says, standing in the doorway of his bedroom.

"Matt... Don't be sad. We'll meet in a couple of hours." You hurry to kiss him goodbye, feeling how he presses your body into his, and much to your surprise, he zips up your skirt, kissing your temple.

"I can't wait." He says, listening to your hurried steps downstairs, already missing your presence in his apartment.

Matt was glad that you slept so peacefully the whole night and didn't even notice him leaving in the middle of the night. He had to leave, he had to find that junkie who killed Elena and he had to beat the shit out of him, because he deserved to die at least, eye for an eye, but it wasn't Matt, so of course, he was left severely guilty and bleeding. That's the minimum of the punishment that he deserved.

Reluctantly, but with a smile on his lips, Matt pulls himself away from the doorway and goes into the shower, turning on the cold water.

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