TITLE: Hold a Lover Close

PAIRING: Matt Murdock x Reader/OC

REQUEST/PROMPT: “I almost lost you” + height difference

WORD COUNT: 1,533 (sorry it’s kind of short - or at least short for me)

GENRES/WARNINGS: Slight smut but not really, slight angst, cannon-level violence.

ADDITIONAL NOTES: This is about as close to smut as I will ever get. I have no idea where the gif is from (i found it on google images and it had no source when i went to the page). Title is from “Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off” by panic! at the disco. I tried making a post with a gif, I hope it looks okay. Enjoy!

Sex with Matt is nothing short of abso-fucking-lutely fantastic. You’d never been with a man as good as Matt, not that you have a wealth of men to compare him to, but even so, Matt is very good in bed. However, your friends seem to think that the couple, while adorable, is a tad bit awkward in outside appearances.
Matthew Murdock is not a short man. He stands at an intimidating 6’0, and his muscular build definitely adds to the effect of largeness. You, however are a different story. Petite and small in almost every way, you stand at a whopping 5’1, and because you despise heels, stay that way.
It’s something that Foggy and Karen have been wondering for a long time. (not that the married couple think about their best friend’s sex lives often, but come on) “How does that even work?” Karen asks. Foggy quirks a brow. “You know, kissing and.. Sex. Matt’s like, a foot taller than Alexandra.” Foggy bursts out laughing, “I hadn’t even though of that, but.. I have no idea. But now I’m thinking about my best friend having sex, so I think we should change the subject.”
The truth is, it does work. Perfectly. Because the pair had found that they quite liked the way that their bodies fit together in their most intimate moments. Matt’s large build and your small frame make each type of sex enjoyable. Shower and wall sex, you’ve learned, is much easier when you’re small and thin, and have someone large and strong to lift you up and move you around to whatever angle. “That’s never worked with anyone before,” Matt says after the two of you have just fucked against a wall. You’re still catching your breath, so all you can do if give him a huff to indicate your confusion. “I’ve never had sex with anybody small enough to keep lifted the entire time.”
And of course there’s the sappy sex, as you like to call it in your head. Matt will wrap you up in his large body and slowly work himself in and out of your body, no rush to the finish line and the two of you can reach climax at the same time. This is when he’ll whisper soft encouragements into your hair, things like “alex, baby” and “you feel so good around me” and “come for me, sweetheart.” (a familiar type, as the two of you get emotional quite frequently)
Playful sex, you think, is probably your favorite. There’s giggling and smiling while you fuck, even tickling on one such occasion. Getting off is never as intense as the others, but it’s fun and sweet. You usually go to bed right after.
The most rare sex is angry sex. When Matt is so angry or upset that words cannot express the emotions inside. Which of course means that he needs to relieve his frustration somehow, and sex seems just the territory.
You may be agile and lean, but strong you are not. So when Matt gets into his frustrated moods, you allow him to dominate you; pin you down and bite your neck. It’s hot in so many ways, rough but never scary, but the next day isn’t ever a blast.
He’d never hurt you, and he never does. Because even in his foul mood he still knows you’re off-limits. But if he can get pleasure out of that anger? Well, that’s the icing on his shit cake of a day. (because he cannot resist you, could never, even if he thinks he’s maybe being a bit too rough)
It was just supposed to be a simple stakeout, nothing more. Matt wasn’t going into any sort of combat, just watching a jewelry store and listening for possible suspects in the theft from last week. So when Matt made his usual exit out the window, you decided to be bold and tease him a bit, “for when you get home.”
He catches what you threw at him swiftly, and when he realizes what it is, his pupils dilate and cock twitches. “Do you have any idea how hard this job is without having a semi*?” he says stiffly. The panties smell as if you’d gotten off in them, though there’s no way you could have. He would have noticed. You slowly approach him, feeling even bolder when you palm him through his leather Daredevil suit. He stiffens further, letting out a small, broken moan. “We’ll have fun when you get home. Promise.”
Matt leaves, and to make his arrival even more fun, you lay on the hallway floor by the entry door and proceed to touch yourself until you cum, the shocks racking through your body, but not as good as when matt does it. He’ll smell it when he walks in, you know, and hopefully that will fuel the fire.

However, no such luck falls upon the couple. Matt had gone out early enough that the news could catch the story right as it was happening, instead of the next day. It’s been three years since he took the mask, the police have finally realized he’s helping out. (even consult him on rare occasions)
To Matt’s surprise, the jewelry thieves came back and tried to rob it again. Matt was ready for them - even if he hadn’t been prepared - and took them out with no problem. What he hadn’t expected was for the Russians to show up. Most of the showdown was filmed with graphic descriptors. That’s when they said that Matt had been shot.
“Daredevil is, as usual, kicking the asses of the Russians.”
“I know, look at that form. Kickboxing like I’ve never seen - ” A gunshot rings through the air. Matt doubles over, clutching his stomach, then grabs a crowbar next to him and proceeds to bash in the head of the man who shot him. Another gunshot rings out and pierces his leg.
“Get this off the screen,” one of the newscasters says from somewhere in the studio.
“Now!”
The screen cuts black. You shut off the tv, eyes getting cloudy. It was just supposed to be a simple stakeout.

Matt gets home around two hours later, which doesn’t surprise you. He’d have to get cleaned up by Claire after all. You’re just surprised she hasn’t called you. She always does.
He stumbles through the door quietly, his mouth in a tight frown. He walks to the bedroom silently, pulling off his mask and methodically stripping off his leather suit. Underneath he’s wearing basketball shorts and a thin white tank top. Underneath, you can see a large white bandage circling his stomach. (there’s another around his leg) “M-Matt?” you ask, slightly stuttering the first letter. Your heart, which was irregular and nervous to begin with, is now beating rapidly out of pace. He’s almost died multiple times before, and each time you’re the one shellshocked, not him. He’s had worse, so why is he struck mute by this?
He makes his way over to your slowly, kneeling in front of the sofa you’re sitting on and laying his head in your lap. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You ask, worry creeping into your voice. He looks up, mouth open as if he’s about to answer, when he suddenly stops. He’s silent for several long seconds, and in that time frame his eyes begin to fill with the last look you thought you’d see on him. Lust.
“You smell like..” he says, trailing off. His breath is hot against your thigh, when suddenly he lifts his head and smashed your lips together. You weren’t expecting it, and so you didn’t begin kissing him back right away. He climbs on the couch, weight half on you, half on his legs which are trapping you under his body. You run your hands up his arms, back, waist, and down his thighs, a noticeable bulge between them. He picks you up, carrying you to the bedroom and depositing you onto the bed, continuing the make out session you started.
“ I. Had. To. Kill. Someone. Today,” he says, punctuating with kisses. Oh, you thought, that’s why.
“Matt,” you say softly, hugging him to your chest in an attempt to comfort him. He ignores the gesture, leaning back to pull off his shirt, making way on yours.

When you’re finished, you roll against Matt’s side and lay your head on his chest, avoiding his bandage. It had leaked a bit of blood during your activities, but for the most part seemed okay. The small drops of blood, however, remind you that Matt almost died today. Tears prickle your eyes, one small tear rolling down your cheek and landing against Matt’s chest. Instantly he seizes up, looking as best as he can at your face.
“Alexandra? Are you crying?” You sniffle and wipe the tear away, hoping that’s indication enough. You don’t really feel like talking. “Was I..” he pauses, “Was I too rough?”
“No,” you say softly, “It’s just.. I almost lost you.” Matt sucks in a breath and pulls you closer into his side, placing a kiss on top of your head.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he says.
You sincerely hope that’s true.

*For those of you who do not know, a “semi” is a nickname for when you have a half boner.