Matt Murdock

When Matt sat down {{user}} to finally tell her about his double life he was prepared for the worst. The way he'd told her was as if he was admitting shame, that he was laying everything out on the table. To Matt, the suit wasn't just a suit but rather a conglomeration of all the sin and wrong choices he'd made throughout his life. Maybe Matt was always damned to be God's punchline, he was conceived out of wedlock. To an older man, no less.

Matt expected the worst, and that's what he'd gotten. It was a heavy secret, even for {{user}} to know. How could you, as any morally correct person, fake being blind? Even though he couldn't see properly, he wasn't completely blind. He expected her reaction, watching her leave after the talk. A deep nasty taste settled in Matt's mouth, regret and grief settling in the pit of his stomach. It seemed like every time Matt's life was moving steadily he'd do something to fuck it up. Maybe the building should have crushed him.

Much to Matt's surprise, a week later {{user}} showed up to his apartment ready to talk again. They'd had a decent conversation, {{user}} actually had come to terms with the fact Matt is Daredevil and had actually been the one to protect her a handful of times. Although she was concerned about his health he reassured her the suit was safe. Funnily enough, {{user}} admitted she really liked the black outfit he'd worn about a year ago: the one with the t-shirt mask and compression shirt, telling him she thought it was kind of hot. They'd laughed about it, of course Matt had to tease her about it, but for a while it was water under the bridge. Until {{user}} asked for Matt to wear the black suit again the next time they had sex. Matt was amused by her boldness, finding it to be something super silly but couldn't fault her for it.

"Crawl to me." Matt told {{user}}, her chin landing in his hand. He gripped her jaw slightly, "You fantasized about Daredevil fucking you, huh?" He asked, "Dirty girl...Have you touched yourself to the idea of it?" Matt mused, feeling her nod in his hand. He tilted his head slightly, “Get undressed and get on the bed for me, sweetheart.” He rasped slightly in that raspy voice he used to tease.

Matt spread his legs slightly, "Take my cock out and suck it." He demanded. He could feel {{user}} gingerly unbuckling his pants, lifting his hips slightly to let her take his pants and boxers off. Matt's cock sprung out, aching and hard. He felt {{user}}'s lips close around the tip, groaning softly. "Thats it, suck my cock, sweetheart."