#nmcu daredevil

Midnight struck Hell’s Kitchen, and for the third night in a row, Matt stood quietly in his loft, listening. The sound of your heart beating from the bedroom looped in the back of his mind, tucked away in the safe corner he always kept available for the people he loved. Frank's heartbeat met yours in rhythmic syncopation. The familiar sounds intertwined, leaving just enough room for Matt’s to rejoin. Matt didn’t remember making room for Frank in his safe corner, but how very typical of Frank to force his way in there anyway.  

Matt’s corner was feeling rather full, which was always a cause for concern. He struggled to make room for additions to his life when he already did so much to protect the people he loved. He so badly wanted to return to bed, crawl inbetween you and Frank, and let the heartbeats of the two most important people in his life lull him to sleep.  

Something was troubling him, though.  

Matt was beyond used to tuning out the little sounds that drove him crazy when he was a young boy. There were millions of people in New York. That many heartbeats ringing in one person's head would be enough to drive most people to madness, but Matt had quickly become accustomed to tuning the noise out. 

Chapter 1

You heard the door to your apartment open and the sound of Frank Castle’s heavy boots. You were waiting for him in bed, scrolling aimlessly through your phone to pass the time. But then you heard a second pair of boots… and another man’s voice. That made you pause and listen. Was that his friend Matt’s voice?

You flipped around to face the bedroom door just as Frank came through it. He was carrying a chair from the kitchen and he set it down against the wall.

Matt Murdock followed him into the room. He was wearing his full daredevil armor, minus the headpiece, which he must’ve just taken off when he entered your apartment. 

“What the hell is going on?” You made a lame attempt to cover yourself, since you were only wearing skimpy lingerie.

Your boyfriend, Frank, was unhelpfully cryptic, “You’ll know soon enough, sweetheart.”

“Wha- you were supposed to go get condoms, not your friend!?”

Matt just snickered.

Frank took a bunch of condoms out of his back pocket and tossed them on the bed next to you. “Call it two birds. One stone.”

He left the bedroom before you got a chance to question him again.

Matt’s beautiful, blind eyes saw nothing. But that didn’t mean that he saw nothing; you had no doubt that he could sense the heat on all your exposed skin and “see”  how near-naked you were. But then again, if Frank didn’t care, then… did you really care? 

You looked at Matt incredulously. “What the fuck is this? What is he doing?”

Matt shrugged, and it was just a bit too performative. “I have no idea.”

“Bullshit.”

Matt grinned in that sly way, basically a full admission that yes, that was bullshit.

Frank returned with another chair and set it down in the middle of the bedroom, at the foot of the bed.

“Frank, what are you-”

Your boyfriend pulled you out of bed, and sat you down in that chair, despite some of your half-assed resistance.

Matt, as if expecting this, sat in the first chair directly across from you.

“Okay, now this feels like a fucking intervention...” you complained.

Matt asked curiously, “What did you think it was originally?”

“Uh…honestly? My best guess was that you won a bet and wanted to make Frank a cuck.”

Matt laughed out loud at that.

Frank placed his hands on your shoulders. “Very funny, sweetheart. But you do want him, don’t you? Admit it.”

You felt heat rising to your face. The topic of Matt’s allure came up somewhat frequently between you two. Frank wasn’t jealous when it came to his friend ‘Red’, but he seemed to enjoy getting you all shy and worked up about admitting your attraction to the other vigilante.

You blushed. “...What the fuck is this?!” 

“This is my friend Red helping me ask you some questions.”

You looked at each of them, beyond puzzled. “Boss…” You captured Frank’s full attention with the term that you used for him in dom/sub contexts. ‘Boss’ was the only one that didn’t trigger anything from his past. “You don’t need your friend to ask me anything you want.” You tried to get up from the chair, but Frank easily pushed you back down.

“Ah-ah. Sit here. And look at Red for me, sweetheart.”

You crossed your arms poutily.

“Y/N…” Matt began like he was about to ask you a serious question in court.

“Matt…”

“Have you ever faked your orgasm with Frank?”

“....THAT’S what this is?”

“Answer him, sweetheart,” Frank commanded.

“This is fucking stupid. You realize how stupid this is?” Your skin was too hot. You knew that if you answered, Matt would listen to your heartbeat and discern if you were lying. You didn’t think you had ever faked it with Frank… even the first time with him was amazing. It was all amazing. But there were maybe times when you were tired or too deep in your head… fuck… you could vaguely recall a few of those times.

Frank complained, “Don’t try to beat around the bush.”

Matt waited patiently.

Aware that not answering was basically answering in the negative, you decided to just go for it. You scoffed.  “No. Of course not.”

Matt’s handsome smile was cryptic for a moment.  “You might be onto something, Frank; she’s lying.”

“I knew it!”

“What!?” you shouted at the same time. “No, I’m not- fuck you, Mattie! Boss, do you really believe him over me?”

“Sweetheart… baby, much as I want to take your word, you know Red can tell when people are lyin’.”

“Yeah, and how do we tell if Matt is lying?” You tried to deflect.

Matt just chuckled.

Frank reassured you, or tried to anyway. “I promise I’m not upset, sweetheart. I just want you satisfied.”

“I am satisfied,” you complained.

Frank glanced over at Matt for the ‘lie detector’ read out. 

You threw your hands up. “Really!”

Matt gave an intrigued little head tilt and said, “Hm. She told you the truth that time.”

Frank celebrated, “Oh thank fuck!”

“See!” you insisted, “Can we stop this weird interrogation now?” You tried to get up, but your boyfriend held you in place yet again.

He rubbed your shoulders while you pouted. “Relax. Just be a good girl and answer a few more questions.”

Matt asked, “How often do you fake an orgasm with him?”

“Never!”

“Honey, we already established that you’re lying about that,” Matt chided suavely. 

“Fuck. You.”

Frank scolded, “Watch your mouth, naughty girl, or I’ll have to stuff somethin’ in it.”

“Good! I’d much rather gag on your cock than have to answer these stupid questions.”

Matt chuckled. “She truthfully means that.”

“My little slut is always happy to get her mouth fucked,” Frank teased. 

You felt a dip in your stomach and your pussy clench at that talk. By Matt’s playful grin, you could tell that he could sense those internal clues of arousal.

“Y/N, your boyfriend obviously turns you on, so you have nothing to hide. Just tell me, how often do you fake it?”

You felt Frank’s eyes on you as you looked down at your lap. “Ugh, almost… never!”

“Is it true that you made a promise to Mr. Castle that you would never fake it?”

That one hit you like a sucker punch in the throat, so you stalled, “‘Mr. Castle? What are you gonna call him next? Your ‘client’?”

Matt smirked. “You’re clearly avoiding the question, Miss.”

You sighed exasperatedly. “Yes, I promised him I would never fake it.”

“And you broke this promise, yes?”

You squirmed in your chair. “No! Look, I’ve never faked it with him, okay? Maybe just a few times I… embellished the height of the pleasure a little, but that’s not the same thing.”

At that point, Frank interjected, “I wanna tell the difference, Red.”

Matt just cocked his head curiously.

“I wanna learn the difference between the real deal and the ‘embellishing’,” he explained as he gave you a teasing look.

“Well, I’m sorry old friend, but without my senses you’re unlikely to learn the difference if she’s unwilling to show you. Women can be very talented at faking orgasm, isn’t that right, honey?”

“Ugh, eat a dick, Matthew.”

Matt continued, “It’s not just the vocal acting, no, that part was easy to learn. There’s also the twitching, mastering the subtlety of it, so that it’s not comically overdone…”

Your heart raced.

“...and I’ll bet that she can even clench her pussy on your cock or your fingers voluntarily, in tight little contractions, to imitate the peak of her orgasm.”

You chewed your lip almost shamefully.

“Have you ever done any of that with me, naughty girl?” Your boyfriend asked you.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“Your non-answer is basically an answer, honey,” Matt teased.

“...No,” you answered.

“Lie,” Matt countered simply.

“Damn it!” Frank complained. “Red. Help me out.”

“Uh, how exactly?” Matt asked with a little mischief in his tone.

“Listen to her while I fuck her brains out and tell me if it’s the real deal or not.” Frank was already manhandling you onto the bed and yanking off his shirt.

Matt shrugged. “Okay.”

You were gobsmacked at his easy agreement. “Wait- We’re doing it with Matt watching!?”

“He’s blind, sweetheart. He can’t watch shit.”

Matt chuckled. “Fuck you, asshole.”

You rolled your eyes. “With Matt… hearing?!”

Matt said, “Don’t act like you’re not turned on by it, honey. I can tell you are.”

“Shut the fuck u-!”

Frank cut you off with an eager kiss. He leaned you back flat on the bed.

You moaned.

“This attitude of yours lately…” Frank bent your leg up so he could give your ass a hard smack.

“Oh!” you gasped.

“...makes me think you need to get fucked into the mattress.”

“Ohh yes!” His smack had sent you to a submissive bliss, dying to be used like a fuck toy, and you didn't give a fuck about Matt being right there anymore.

“Yeah? This what you need?” Frank pressed the growing bulge in his pants against your mound so you could feel how hard he was.