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Imitation (Kinktober Day 9)

Personal Masterlist for Kinktober 2023

Flightless AngelWings's original prompt list can be found here.

Day 9 - Role Play

Pairing: Matt Murdock x AFAB! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2,057

Warnings: Role play, referenced masturbation, leather kink, kissing, love bites, dirty talk, vaginal fingering, hand job, spanking, light bruising, unprotected p in v sex, overstimulation

Tagging: @flightlessangelwings

Imitation

You looked in the mirror, doing one last inspection of your costume. Black cargo pants, belt, long-sleeved shirt, tactical boots and gloves – check. Black pads for your elbow, forearm, and wrists – check. Holster around your thigh complete with batons – check. Only thing left was the black mask.

The mask had been the most difficult part. It had taken you a couple of weeks to find something that looked right. That something ended up being your black leggings. Bonus was that you could kinda of see through it. Yes, if asked, Matt would teach you how to navigate while blindfolded. But that would have given away your plans.

When Matt agreed to role play, he was probably expecting you to dress up as nurse. Or a cop. Maybe a judge. You had bet good money that he was not expecting the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

When he got home from work, you were waiting by the roof access door. A door you swung closed with a heavy thud just as he entered the apartment. That didn’t startle him like it would have you. But he did seem surprised, standing there with his back to you, hand still on the door he had just pushed close.

He might not have jumped like you would have but you rolled with it, saying, “Sorry, sweetheart, didn’t mean to startle you.”

You had created your own Devil voice. It was lower register than your normal speaking voice, not unlike his, but instead of trying and failing to replicate that gravely rasp, you went with a husky, purring quality. You thought it sounded pretty good. Much better than actually mimicking his voice poorly and sounding ridiculous.

Matt turned to face you, tilting his head to one side, his brow burrowed as he visibly concentrated his senses on you. Trying to work out what role you had decided to play. Listening to your excited heartbeat. To how the clothing you were wearing sounded as you moved away from the door. To the sound of your heavy boots as you moved down the stairs into main living space.

Watching his nostrils flare and his tongue dart across his lips, you knew he could smell that you had been touching yourself. Could taste that you were still wet.

He said your name in a questioning tone as you stalked toward him.

“I’m fine, sweetheart,” you said as you stopped in front of him. “Just a little bruising on my ribs.”

“Bruising?” he repeated, sounding a mixture of confused, concern, and anger. His hands reached for you, intend on assessing the mentioned injury and his expression already beginning to darken with fury at the very idea that someone had harmed you. The moment his hands landed on your torso and felt the material of your shirt, you saw the pieces click together.

It didn’t take him long to get into character. Gingerly tracing your ‘bruised’ ribs, he asked, “Nothing else? We don’t need to call Claire?”

“No,” you said. “I’m fine. It was a quiet night.”

He made an acknowledging humming noise as his hands roamed your body with the same light touches that you did when checking him for injuries. Through his lips twitched with barely suppressed laughter when he came across your batons and realized they were the lightweight wooden rods you used for craft projects and gardening.

“Wearing the black again?” he asked, his hands coming to rest on your hips.

“It’s a classic,” you said, reaching up to cup his face in your gloved hands. He shuddered. Just a little one but still noticeable. You were intrigued and make a mental note to explore that reaction further. But right now, you want to kiss him.

Maybe it’s because you are already worked up and he was already getting excited but there was nothing sweet or chaste about that kiss. You were both panting by the time you were forced to end that kiss but you weren’t done with his mouth. You nipped and sucked at his bottom lip, swallowing his moans, your hands buried in his hair.

With some reluctance, you let go of his lip to start trailing kisses down his neck until you reached the collar of his button-down shirt. Then one hand was forced to leave his hair in favor of the loosening that tie so you could reach that sensitive spot that otherwise partially covered by his collar. Once done, you kissed, nipped, and sucked at the flesh until you were sure he was going to have a hickey there.

One that would be partially visible when he was fully dressed. Fair was fair. He had done the same thing to you numerous times. He groaned and his hands slide off your waist in favor of your ass.

“Grabbing my ass now, sweetheart?” you murmured into his neck, still kissing and nipping, while your hands worked to unbutton his shirt.

“Can’t help it, babe,” he said in between pants, kneading your ass with both hands. “Your ass is too pretty not to touch.”

You made a humming sound as acknowledgment, taking a quick break from unbuttoning his shirt to give his ass a squeeze. “Right back at ya, sweetheart.”

Eager for his bare skin, you focused on making quick work of his clothes. Pulling his tie off, you let it fall where it may on the floor. You finished unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it and his suit jacket off at once. Then you got back to the serious business of turning him into a moaning mess.

Which you were having remarkable success at. Feeling your hands in tactical gloves roaming over his torso, judging by those little shudders as your gloved fingers traced his muscles and scars. Along with a groan when your wandering hands reached his nipples. Followed by an even louder groan when you switched from your fingers to your mouth.

His hands hadn’t remained idle. One hand remained on your ass but the other was undoing your belt. It didn’t long for his clever fingers to take care of the belt as well as the button and the zipper. He reached into your pants to find another surprise. A deep, rumbling moan erupted from his chest.

“No panties?” he said, his voice already sounding wrecked.

“Nope,” you answered, gasping when the hand on your ass lifted and then came back down with a smack.

“Well, aren’t you a naughty little devil?” he said as two of those thick fingers found your clit. You couldn’t stopped the loud moan at the sparkles of pleasure this caused if you had wanted to. Nor did you miss the smug smirk spreading across his face.

Two could play at that game, Mr. Murdock.

You unbuckled his belt and opened the closures on his pants. Then reached your hand inside his boxers and wrapped around your hand around his growing erection. Your reward was a gasp and jerk of his hips. And some muttered swearing as you started stroking his cock into full hardness.

“I think,” you said, pausing to moan when one of his fingers slipped inside you. “That you – Oh God, Matt – have a thing – yes, there – for leather gloves.”

“I might,” he grunted, pumping two fingers into your eager cunt as you continued to jerk him off. “Be – fuck, sweetheart – interesting to see your – ah – reaction.”

It was a little awkward getting to the couch, considering you were very reluctant to lose his fingers inside you or remove your hand from his cock. Matt seemed equally disinclined. But eventually you got there. When the back of his legs hit the couch, you took your hand off of his cock. He let out a low whine, a sound you echoed as sitting down required him removing his fingers from inside you. Your cunt clenched around nothing as you watched him put those fingers in his mouth and moaned.

But you had a plan – your cunt wouldn’t be empty for long.

As quickly as possible, you took off the boots and stripped off your pants. Not bothering to remove the rest of your clothes, you placed your right knee against his left thigh. You gripped his shoulders to maintain your balance as you lifted your other leg into position.

You had no idea when and where his glasses had disappeared but you were happy they had. Because it mean that you got to see the excited anticipation lighting up his entire face as you straddled him. His hands eagerly made themselves at home on your hips, then you lowered yourself into his lap.

You both moaned at the feeling of his hard cock against your wet cunt. His hands tightened as you wasted no time and started grinding against him. When you leaned forward and press another hard, sucking kiss to that sensitive spot on his neck. He cried out and bucked his hips. Now it was your turn to smirk.

“F-fuck,” he said, his voice strained. “I’m going to cum.”

“No,” you said. “Not yet.”

You lifted yourself off his lap, ignoring his whine of protest. Reaching down with your right hand, you gripped his cock and lined him up with your entrance. A deep breath, then you began to lower yourself. Slower than you had planned to. It was always a stretch – Matt wasn’t a small man in any measure – but usually you’ve had at least one orgasm before trying to fit him inside you. Not today.

The one advantage to the slower pace was that by the time he was sheathed inside your cunt, Matt was gripping your hips almost tight enough to leave bruises. You feel the tension in the muscles underneath you, the slight tremble, and knew it was taking all of his self control not to move. To give you cunt time to adjust when all he wanted to do was start fucking you.

Curious to see if you could break that self control, you circled your hips as your cunt continued to flutter around him. A deep moan, then his hand was smacking your ass again.

“Naughty little devil,” he growled. If his goal was discourage your actions, that was the wrong approach. The smack just sent sparkles of pleasure down your spine. Made your cunt clenching tightly around him. Which in turn made he thrust up. Just once before he regained control of himself but his cock had brushing against that place inside you that had you seeing stars.

Panting, you pushed yourself up until just the tip of him remained inside you, then lower yourself back down until he had bottomed out again. Again and again, building a rhythm and (too) slowly increasing your pace. The slower build-up nagged at your impatience but the payoff was totally worth it.

Matt whimpering under you, moans spilling out of his mouth like water, while you fucked him on his own couch while still half-dressed as his alter ego. Matt so lost in pleasure that he could no longer stop himself from thrusting up, driving himself deeper inside you and making you chant his name. Gripping your hips so hard that you were sure to have little bruises there later.

Close. You were so close . . .

One of his hands left your hip to start rubbing your clit. You cried out as you felt yourself clench tightly around his cock. A strangled moan erupted out of his mouth as he gave a particularly hard thrust into you and came inside you. His finger didn’t stop toying with your clit, drawing out your orgasm until you were slumped against him and starting to whine from sensitivity.

Through he also sounded a little sensitive a little while later when he lifted your hips and let his cock slip out of you. He gently lowered your hips back into his lap. You were both still breathing hard and you were sweating. One hand rubbed up and down your back. The other reached up and took off the mask. That it was fine. It was starting to get hot anyway.

He chuckled. You had the feeling that you might have said that out loud. You were feeling warm and a little floaty. Almost like you were drunk. You continued to feel that way even when he laughed at you for not being able to move your legs.

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