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Matt reached up and yanked off his tie. Started on his buttons. Everything was clean and pure and good now, his fingers doing exactly what he told them, slipping buttons with ease. Fisk reached down to push the sides of his shirt down, running up his sides, under his vest. Matt rolled on the bed. It was good.

He reached up, vaguely, grasped Fisk’s shoulders. The material of his suit. It – wouldn’t tear. He remembered that was good, but it was also awful.

He also couldn’t get his shirt off like this, and he nearly cried in frustration. Fisk put both arms behind his back again pulled him up, so he was sat. He hissed again – that had really pulled his back. Fisk stared at him again, and the hand he was putting to his back. He dropped it. It was fine. He reached for Fisk again, but Fisk was grasping his shoulder, pulling him forward gently, looking over Matt’s shoulder down at his back. He leaned his head on Fisk’s shoulder. That was kind of nice. Fisk trailed his fingers over the cut. It was sealed over.

Fisk pushed him back, then carefully pushed his shirt down his shoulders, peeled it off his arms. He gestured for Matt to put his arms up, which he did, and carefully pulled off his vest. Matt dropped his arms and looked at him. He reached for him again.

Fisk kissed him again, but kept breaking off to trail his fingers down Matt’s arms, along all the marks that had been revealed, to trace wonderingly over the muscle. Matt whined impatiently.

Fisk’s suit was still on. He hated that. He pushed at the jacket collar, at Fisk’s shoulders. It didn’t budge.

“Off,” he said. “Off.”

Fisk kissed him again, then pulled back and pulled off his jacket. Started on his waistcoat buttons – Matt started at the bottom to help. Then the shirt, why? Finally the undershirt – and there was the body Matt wanted. There was the skin. Fisk kissed him again, and it was way better with bare skin. He broke the kiss again, and pulled back – off the bed. Matt whined, no, hooked onto Fisk’s thighs with his ankles. Fisk extricated himself, and then messed with his belt. He pushed his pants down, and his underwear, and then he was back on the bed, with Matt. He ground down into him. There was the dick.

He kissed Fisk hungrily, desperately. He tilted his hips up. Please.

“Matthew,” Fisk said, between kisses. “Matthew – I can’t have you dry.”

Matt groaned in frustration and threw his hand out vaguely towards his bedside table. Fisk climbed off him again, and he groaned again. Then pushed himself over and up onto his hands and knees.

He heard a yank, scrabbling about. Then Fisk returned. Matt felt a hand, wavering about, over his flank. Finally it settled on his hip. His arms shook. A pause – too long of a pause, as far as Matt was concerned – and then that hand was urging him back, up, off the bed. He went with it, confused. Pressed himself back into Fisk when he was stood up. Fisk kissed his neck, and then gently pushed him down – came with him. Until Matt was bent over the edge of the bed.

Oh. This was nice. His arms wouldn’t ache from holding him up, and it didn’t pull on his back so badly. He pressed his face down into the sheets.

Oh. He could smell himself on them. And Fisk behind him.

Fisk’s legs were pressed against his, and Fisk was doing something behind him. He was about to get impatient, start wiggling, when the slick finger touched his hole. Oh. He laid his head down on the covers.

The finger slid right in, all the way inside him. He was so ready. Fisk was careful, though – he worked two, three fingers steadily into Matt. Matt whined in impatience, but he just pumped steadily.

Finally there were four fingers, four huge fingers, filling him up. He could feel every gap between them, every knuckle, every whorl of the skin. He sighed. Then they pulled out – dragging a confused whine from Matt. But then he felt hands on his hips, one slick, and Fisk’s cock at his entrance. He dropped his head again. Yes.

Fisk pushed in. Pushed in all the way to the hilt. One go.

Matt sighed in contentment.

For a second Fisk just stayed there. His breath coming in short little gasps. Matt pushed his hips back into him. Fisk looked down at him – and then began to move.

It was good. It was so good. It was exactly what he wanted. Eventually Fisk picked up the pace. Matt tried to shove his hips back, to get more – Fisk grip on his hips tightened, stopped him. His whined and tried again – Fisk held him where he was. His fingers skated near the cut again. Matt groaned. It didn’t hurt that much. Fisk pushed him further up onto the bed. Kept trying to find new ways to hold him, that would hurt less, still wouldn’t let him push backwards.

Finally, he pulled back and changed his angle a little, so he could drive into Matt deeper. And that – that was good enough.

Ooo-ooo-ooh, it was so good.

“Fisk…” Matt moaned.

Fisk leaned down over his back, pressed a kiss between his shoulderblades.

“Wilson,” he said. “Wilson.”

He pounded into Matt. Matt felt like he could do this for hours – maybe they had been doing this for hours. His dick was hard and he hadn’t even come yet and he didn’t even care. This was what he wanted. This was what he wanted.

Then he felt it.

Fisk moved breathlessly down to Matt’s ear.

“Matthew, do you want my knot?” he asked. He sounded a little dazed.

Matt’s breath almost came out on a sob, because yes, yes, suddenly he’d never wanted anything more in his life. He nodded his head, but it came out as a jerk. He opened his mouth, tried to make his throat work again, tried to push his hips back.

“Yes…” he finally rasped, “…yes…”

Fisk – Wilson – pressed another kiss to his shoulder. Then he pulled up a little, steadied his grip – and then pressed it into Matt. Matt relaxed, spread his knees, he knew it wouldn’t go in the first go. Fisk pulled back, pressed it in again – pulled back, pressed it in again. It was so big, it was stretching the edges of his hole. Matt took a breath, readjusted himself on the sheets. Fisk pressed it in again – really stretching now, he tried to relax. Fisk pulled back minutely, pressed it in – pulled back fractionally, pressed it in – and it popped inside.

Matt lay on the sheets, gasping, trying to adjust, trying to stay with himself. It was incredible. There was pain, certainly, but – it was incredible. When the pain, feeling of being overstretched, subsided, when he began to squeeze around it – the feeling was indescribable. It washed over Matt, whiting out his mind. He realised he wasn’t quite in control of his arms anymore.

Fisk was just holding himself up above him, gripping his hips – Matt wasn’t sure he was breathing. Then he let out a short gasp, and then he came. Matt could feel it inside of him. Ohh God. Matt folded himself down onto the mattress.

Fisk came and came. Finally, shakily, he reached down under Matt and touched his cock. Matt came instantly, just from that single touch. His mind whited out again and he felt his muscles squeezing Fisk in orgasm. Fisk gasped, falling to his elbow, and came again.

Finally – he was spent. It was done. They both just lay there, panting. Fisk still inside of Matt. Matt feeling like he never wanted him to move.

Fisk, who’d never once questioned why Matt would put on a mask and try to help this city. Fisk, who loved it too, who wanted to save it, so few people actually wanted to do anything about it.

Matt sighed and let the bonding hormones wash over him.

* * *

He woke up in the night. Felt arms around him, smelled that good, alpha smell. Turned round. Wilson.

Wilson woke, heartbeat and breathing jumping slightly. He cracked his eyes, took a breath, shifted – then pushed himself up. Took another breath.

“Are you still in heat?” he asked muzzily.

Matt shrugged. A little. Fisk trailed a hand down his arm, and the skin sizzled in its wake. Matt moaned.

Wilson moved over him sleepily, kissed him, fucked him again.

* * *

Matt woke up in the morning, a warm arm around him and his nose full of a smell that made him feel completely content. He was aching in a wonderful way, and there was a steady heartbeat thumping in his ears.

Slowly…he realised exactly who that scent and heartbeat belonged to.

He opened his eyes.

No.

YES

I love everything about this right down to my toes. Is there any chance you'll be putting it on ao3? I would love to bookmark this and give it kudos and never ever lose it.

It's the first sex scene I've ever written and posted anywhere, so a part of me absolutely doesn't want to post it anywhere it can be attributed to me. But I'm thinking about it. Especially with html fail.

Thank you! :)

I have read a lot of omegaverse smut, and let me tell you that this is truly excellent omegaverse smut. <3 It absolutely doesn't read like a first time (writing smut, I mean). I would read a novel of this. I would buy and read a novel of this.

It's not my first time writing it, but it's my first time posting it for people to see. I am a LONG TIME READER, though. And thank you, that is genuinely an amazing compliment.

Omg that ending!!!! Jeeeeesus, this is amazing

Thank you!

This was absolutely delightful! I really like your characterization of Fisk. Keep up the good work.

Thanks! He was hard to get into the head of, and then I had to give him alpha pheromones. But I really like what came out of it.

YOW author!anon, this is. uh.

things that I can never ever get enough of: sex where Matt totally disregards his own personal health and well being and gets irritated when his partners are being careful and considerate, oh my god, it's gross, i'm trash, don't even care! LOVE IT.

the thing that i absolutely love bout the whole fisk thing is, again, how he's this violent amoral criminal who is totally okay with murder but VERY CAREFUL ABOUT SEX in a weird creepy stalker kind of a way, idk, um.

Haha, when I was writing the sex scene and remembering how hurt Matt would be at that point, it became clear that was EXACTLY THE KIND OF SEX HE WOULD HAVE. Especially while in heat. I love it too, anon.

I know, I really spent a long time figuring out this prompt because we've seen how Fisk was with Vanessa in the show, leaving immediately when she said she wasn't interested and always super lovely to her. I just can't picture him as someone who'd force someone into anything if he actually wants a relationship with them - or would be happy if his biology meant he was forcing people into stuff. If there's actually going to be soulbonding I prefer things to be a bit less violent and fucked-up anyway, and it really worked with Fisk. But he's still Fisk, so it still might not work out for him with Matt in the long-run.

Yes, this was so good. I particularity liked the line about omegas in heat being vicious because it is my headcanon in a/b/o universes, unless specifically contradicted, that an omega free of modern ideas of proper omega behavior is a total badass. There is a good evolutionary reason for this! If you are going to get bonded to someone for the rest of your life and have babies with them (one of the more dangerous things a *woman* can do), then an omega has *every* reason to make certain that the alpha in question is worth the danger of having babies with.

Thus, the "cliche" that an omega gets turned on by an alpha that can pin them makes good biological sense: before society was like *ooh, fragile sinful omegas, bond the first alpha that will have you,* kickass, uninhibited omegas wanted to be as sure as possible that they've made a good match. So, that line made me happy.

Also, the last couple of lines, oh my god. Matt, your biology might have just taken the reins, but you are waking up to the reality of being bonded to a murdering crime lord. No, bb, no. This cannot end well. Or, depending on how biologically deterministic this universe is, it ends in Stockholm.

(also, you can put this fic on ao3 and set it as anonymous. you can reclaim it later, but if you don't want it associated with your username rn that is an option).

Yeah, that's a thing I don't like about a lot of the a/b/o stuff I see. Because I watch a lot of nature documentaries - which is probably my weirdest inspiration for porn - and that's absolutely NOT how it works with most animals. There's a reason for mating plumage and courtship rituals and all that, and it's because mating behaviour is kind of like an interview, and you need to a) prove yourself to a potential breeding partner, so the investment's worth it, and b) get them interested so they don't fucking savage you if you try to get near them. And given that a/b/o's meant to be based on animal instincts it kind of makes the most sense for me, and actually gives the omegas some kind of choice, which is what makes most pairing fic interesting. So. Yeah. I HAVE STRONG FEELINGS ABOUT A/B/O ATTRACTION.

I don't even know where I got the pinning thing from, except that it does make total sense. I think I heard about a dragon story once where female dragons would only even CONSIDER a male if he could manage to pin her. Also jill hares boxing so only the male who can keep up with her remains. IT PROBABLY SOUNDS LIKE I WATCH ALL NATURE DOCUMENTARIES TAKING NOTES. I...DON'T?

I haven't decided how biologically deterministic this universe is yet, but yes :( Matt isn't happy.

I didn't know the anonymous thing was an option, I will consider it, thank you.

Nayrt, but could you please tell me how you would list a work as anon without orphaning it?

Post it to the anonymous collection: http://archiveofourown.org/collections/anonymous

You can also use the anon account for this kinkmeme:

anonymousdaredevils (password: secretidentity)

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