#I BEED TO START A FAVEOITES FOLDER

[bunmurdock]

to add onto my earlier submission, i humbly present: ddba!mm having a major corruption kink.

in ddba, matt’s a little older. a little more weathered and battle-scarred than before. he has a well-respected and established law firm, and is probably so well-known that columbia probably asks him to be a guest lecturer a few times a year (a prof!mm x law student! reader fic might be incoming 👀). long story short, he KNOWS what he wants and he doesn’t see the point in waiting around and hoping that someone reads his mind.

so when you find yourself in his bed for the first time, you’re a tad unsure at first. he’s an older man, older than you by at least a decade (i imagine he’s in his mid-40s), judging by the smattering of gray in his stubble and creeping up his sideburns. he’s not silver fox status, not even close, but he’s nearing salt and pepper and by god that does something to you. combined with his dark glasses, his expensive leather suitcase and sharply tailored suit, he looks so distinguished and classy, standing out among the rough bikers and disheveled patrons in Josie’s.

even when you’ve been together for a few months, you’re still unsure if you’re enough to satisfy him. you can’t help but feel like you’re at a disadvantage. the age gap made it impossible for your experience to measure up to his, even if you hadn’t been so focused on school and work that your social life had suffered.

and matt knows how you worry about your own imagined inadequacy, but he can’t figure out how to soothe your insecurities. he’s tried countless times, but there’s little he can do without first confessing that he knew of them in the first place. but when he kisses you on some random tuesday before he heads to work, it’s his hand around your throat that tilts your head up. your pulse skips two beats, then begins hammering beneath the pads of his fingers, your blood rushing south in a way that seems so very out of place for a simple goodbye kiss.

that night, when he has you face down, ass up in his bed, he reaches under your arm and up to your throat, his hand once again encircling your neck. you clench around him, your body fluttering as he squeezes slightly, your orgasm sneaking up on both of you.

and from then on, matt is hooked, slowly beginning to introduce you to his usuals: restraints and blindfolds. you take to them beautifully, accidentally sinking into subspace on one memorable occasion when he’d tied you up and made you cum no less than four times. you’d been so cute, blinking blearily and loopy, your skin warm as you snuggle up to him, clutching onto him like he was a beloved stuffed animal. after proper aftercare, you’ve returned to coherency enough to comprehend and answer his questions and ask a few of your own.

it feels a tad strange, almost like he’s tainting you, polluting your innocence with his own debauchery, his lust, his desires. he feels a bit… dirty, for lack of a better word, like a perverted old man taking advantage of an innocent young woman who doesn’t know any better. but god, you sound so pretty while you beg for him, moaning out his name as you plead for mercy. he could’ve been making you wait until sunrise to cum, or forcing you to endure orgasm after orgasm until your legs are shaking and your mind is mushy and useless, but you’d take it all the same, enjoying every single thing he gave you without a second’s hesitation.

he teaches you everything he likes and everything he doesn’t. you learn to anticipate his wants and needs, learning to read his body language and his expression when he first walks in the door, to understand whether he wanted privacy or comfort, solutions or submission, your mind or your body.

and you’re all too happy to offer him both.

quick blowjob under the breakfast table as he looks over his casework for the day? you make sure to turn off the stove before heading over, kneeling between his legs as he sips his coffee and reads his notes.

being woken up in the middle of the night by his mouth on you, his tongue sliding through your slick folds as he brings you to orgasm with little effort, the only part of him that’s visible between your spread legs being the sharp red horns of his helmet? who are you to reject his favorite decompression activity ?

letting him slip his cock back into you before falling asleep so you can cockwarm him through the night? yes please!

it gets to the point that you find yourself needy and unsatisfied when he goes on business trips, leaving you without pleasure for days at a time. you resort to your various toys in times like that, but it’s never the same. you’re not submitting the way you’re used to, just seeking physical pleasure without the mental release.

when matt returns from his trip, he finds you face down on the bed, your hand between your legs, pumping one of your dildos in and out of your pretty pussy and whining in frustration at how little it satisfies you. he can smell the salt of your tears in the air, the hitched sobs you muffle with the pillow as you desperately chase your orgasm, needing the physical release even if your mind was tumultuous and chaotic.

until you hear matt chuckle, deep and low and taunting.

“poor thing,” he’d say, smirking at the way you yelp and freeze in place at his sudden presence in the doorway. he shushes the soft, relieved sob you let out, a dark sense of pride rising within him as you raise your ass up, presenting your pussy (with the dildo still lodged inside you) like an animal in heat. “i’m sorry, baby. looks like i’ve trained you too well.”

and as he nears rounds the bed, he pushes at your hip, having you roll onto your back so he can easily access the toy. you’re obscenely wet, his fingers nearly sliding on the slick silicone base, but he finds his grip easily enough, obliging your desperate whimpers by resuming the gentle pumps in and out, angling it just right so that it brushes that little spongy spot inside you.

you’re reduced to a babbling, drooling mess within a minute or two, your mind easily sinking into that blissfully fuzzy headspace once more. matt is back. you trusted him to take control, to please you, to make any discomfort turn into pleasure.

he’s trained you well, after all.

- ⭐️

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