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Not for the first time in his life, Matt wished that he could travel back in time and deck himself in the face, because he was never going to live this down.
If not breaking the laws of physics, he'd at least wish that he could erase the smug tone from Foggy's voice, talking down to him as though he's already been defeated. He knew exactly how to ruffle Matt's feathers, unfortunately, and Matt felt as though the repercussions of losing the bet now outweighed the consequences of actually going through with it.
He groaned, still a bit hungover from the night prior, and slumped down further into the cough as Foggy laughed at him.
His task was both simple and monumental:
He had to sleep with all of the Avengers.
Which, while an impossible feat for most people, was unfortunately all too real of a possibility for someone like Daredevil, who often found himself working alongside and tagging along with the Avengers for local missions.
The rules were concise and clear. He had to seduce all six of the Avengers, have sex with them, and finally get photographical evidence to prove that he had done so. As reward, Matt would gain... Bragging rights, mostly. As well as finally getting Foggy off of his ass for not getting laid.
It was Matt's fault, really, not that he'd admit it. He had been a little drunk, a little too eager to brag, and apparently him loudly proclaiming how much the Avengers loved him had gotten underneath Foggy's skin more than he'd realized.
The worst part of the bet, in Matt's opinion, was getting the pictures. He'd have to make sure that whoever he was with was comfortable with it (not that he planned on any outright lewd images, but it was still common courtesy), and then he had to stage the awkward question of actually asking them to take the picture, since obviously photography wasn't anything he was good at.
Matt squared his shoulders, sat up straighter, and glared in Foggy's general direction.
"I'll do it."
Foggy only laughed harder, disbelieving.
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Matt had never really realized how far in between the missions he had with the Avengers were, but looking back on it, once or twice a month would be getting lucky, pardon the pun. In the meantime, the break meant that Matt could actually plan out what he was going to do and pick a target. After only a while of consideration, he decided that Stark would be his first target.
While the man was proudly in a relationship with Pepper Potts, Matt knew from what he's heard of the two's conversations that they weren't entirely adverse to bringing a third party into their bed, which Matt was very happy to take advantage of.
Despite making his plan and choosing his poison early on, it would be several weeks before he even got the chance to even interact with the man.
It wasn't a very difficult mission, really. There were reports of bombs being planted around Hell's Kitchen, and Matt quickly sniffed them out-- literally. The distinctive plastic-tar scent of C-4 was relatively easy to track, with it being the most distinctive and strongest smelling explosive out there. After he found them, Stark would safely dismantle it and they would be on their way. The mission was a quick success and, to Matt's great enjoyment, he got plenty of time to interact with Tony Stark both during and after.
The Iron Man suit had always made Matt distinctly uncomfortable. It almost completely masked the sound of Stark's heart through the thick metal and buzz of electricity, as well as covered up the distinctly human scent everyone had with a harsh metallic tang that Matt wasn't too fond of. The speakers he spoke through, as well, made it harder to pick up on tone. Out of the suit, however, Matt found that none of these things were a problem.
Tony's heartbeat and breathing were very distinct, permanently altered due to years of holding his Arc Reactor in his chest. It wasn't the most pleasant sound; all of the scar tissue and deformed bone rasping in his chest was almost grating to his ears, but his smooth voice and warm scent underneath the sweat and grease and oil was more than enough to make up for that.
After the mission was complete and Stark had freed himself from the suit, Matt made sure to go out of his way to make physical contact with him. Rubbing his hand down his arm and across his shoulders as he passed, sitting close enough to him that their thighs touched when they sat down, and generally giving as many hints as was humanly possible while still completely covered in his Daredevil suit.
Luckily, Stark seemed to catch on quickly, and seemed very receptive to the touches. His heart raced a bit more and, even among some of the other Avengers, who had now gotten used to his presence among them in the tower occasionally after missions, he could smell the faint scent of arousal coming off of him.
After gently brushing up against him for what seemed like the hundredth time, Stark excused himself from the conversation he had been having with his teammates about the mission and how it had gone very well and pulled Matt aside into a room where nobody could overhear them.
"If you wanted something from me, all you had to do was ask. You can quit it with the subtle seduction act, and just give it to me straight. What are you looking for here?" Tony said. He sounded bothered and flippant, but Matt could hear how excited he really was due to his heartbeat. Matt wet his lips before he spoke with his signature Devil smirk.
"Use me." He said bluntly, stepping a little closer to lean just a little more into his personal space. He licked his lips again, and the scent of arousal intensified. Stark cleared his throat, but continued on confidently.
"Oh?" Tony's voice was a bit shaky; Matt's forwardness clearly taking him by surprise. He took a step forward himself, leaving only a few centimeters of space between them. Though Tony was shorter, his cocky attitude seemed to make him larger. Matt swallowed and nodded slightly. His suit was growing considerably tighter and more uncomfortable downstairs, and he wanted to get the armor off as soon as possible. However, he had to keep his cool.
"You know, you really should show a bit more restraint, Stark." Matt leaned so close their lips were almost brushing. "After all, the Devil is meant to entice the weak. You should know better." Matt shivered as Tony closed the gap in between them, wrapping his arms around him and leaning down to immediately grope at his ass.
Matt didn't expect him to be so forward so soon, and quickly found himself being overwhelmed in the best way as the man pushed his tongue into his mouth. Matt could feel him smirking through the kiss. After a few heated moments, Tony pulled away and took a step back, his breathing a bit heavier and raspier than normal. Matt's lips still tingled.
"So. I know you're probably just looking for a quick hookup, but what would you say to an offer of a three-way? You're into girls too, right?" Matt nodded quickly, his thoughts slowly catching up to him. He managed to school his face into his confident grin again, though he knew that Stark could see right through it by now.
"Excellent." Stark said, standing up straighter. He took out his phone and presumably typed out a text, sending it quickly.
"Luckily for us, Miss Potts is in the building. Follow me." His tone left no room for argument, and Matt obediently followed him into the elevator. He faintly wondered what the rest of the team would think, and his smirk became more genuine. He hoped he built up a reputation among them, in a positive way. He couldn't think of anything hotter than being regularly used by a bunch of heroes whenever they wanted.
He was pulled out of his fantasy by Tony stopping in front of a door. Matt could scent a gentle perfume, as well as hear a strong, healthy heartbeat. Potts, then. Stark led him into the room by his hand, his smugness practically a tangible thing. Potts' heart sped up in excitement as she walked around him, examining him hungrily.
"Is he going to take off his suit, or are we really going to keep the identity thing that big of a secret?" Potts asked, sounding mildly amused. Matt flushed slightly.
"I'll take it off, but you have to give me something in return." Matt said, tilting his head slightly in order to properly keep track of the two people in the room.
"Go ahead and tell me what you need, Devil Boy." Stark ordered, and Matt shivered happily at the tone.
"You can't reveal my identity to anyone else unless given explicit permission." He said, because he was positive that as soon as Tony saw his face, tracking him down and figuring out his real identity would be a breeze. While he of course planned on revealing his face to all of the Avengers eventually, he wanted that to be his own decision on his own time. Stark nodded, and opened his mouth to say more, but Matt continues, not wanting to lose his leverage before he got the change to make sure he'd actually win the bet.
"And I want pictures, too, afterwards. Not anything explicit, just the three of us laying together, maybe. I'll only reveal the pictures to my closest friend, who I trust with everything else. If he can keep Daredevil's identity secret, he can keep the fact that he slept with you guys under wraps." It was perhaps a bit of a stretch, but to his surprise Potts nodded in agreement, so Stark did as well.
"Understandable. Now strip." Potts ordered. Matt took off his mask first, brushing out his sweaty hair with his fingers as he did so. Their pulses skyrocketed, and Stark reached out and gently touched his face.
"Look how pretty, Pepper." He said, sounding pleased. Matt shivered as she agreed, not only at the words, but also at the tone. They weren't talking about him like he was a person, and they
could clearly tell that he enjoyed it.
"Look at me," Potts ordered, and Matt tensed a bit, drawn out of the moment. Of course, he knew the blind thing would come up eventually, but it was still mildly embarrassing to have to admit out loud.
"I can't actually. I'm blind." He confessed, and Stark snapped his fingers.
"I knew I recognized him!" He said, sounding even more smug than he had previously.
"Matt Murdock, right? That lawyer who took on the Punisher case a while back? I remember following that." Pepper lightly slapped Tony's shoulder.
"Not important right now, Tony. I apologize, Matt." Matt only smiled, glad that he hadn't gotten the 'how are you so good at fighting if you're blind?' question.
"Not at all bothered. Please, can we continue?" That caught their attention.
"Of course." Tony said, slipping back into his role as easily as one would a glove. He dragged his finger over Matt's lips, and he opened his mouth to suck them in as he assumed was expected of him. Sure enough, he was met with the salty tang of sweat, mixed in with a few other tastes. It wasn't the greatest taste in the world, but the scent of arousal coming off of the two as he sucked was well worth it.
"Good boy." Tony praised, pulling his finger out of his mouth.
"Continue to strip, now." And Matt did so, unzipping the tight suit and pulling it off until he was left only in his boxers. Tony walked behind him, and Pepper took her place in front of him, running her fingers across his chest to feel his large assortment of scars. Her hands were softer, but her touch was harsher, as though to compensate for her lack of callouses.
"I want to ride his face, Tony. What are you thinking?" Matt whimpered at the idea, delighted.
"I think it would be a shame not to take advantage of this little ass back here." He said, slipping his hands into Matt's underwear to grope him. He shuddered and bucked his hips, but Tony slapped his ass with his other hand.
"Keep still unless we move you, understand?" He commanded. Matt nodded, breathless.
"Yes sir." Pepper chuckled, pleased by the display.
"I think we should move him to the bed, now. No use in waiting, right?" Tony agreed. And so Matt was pushed roughly onto the bed on his back and Tony made quick work of removing his boxers. Matt was panting heavily, feeling incredibly exposed. The both of them were entirely clothed, and he was on his back, completely naked and exposed and hard.
As though his thought has reminded him, Pepper kicked off her heels and reached down, removing her pants and underwear. Matt could already smell how wet she was before, but now that she was uncovered the strength of the scent tripled in intensity, and his mouth watered.
Tony took more time in removing his own pants and underwear, though he too remained mostly clothed. As he turned to rummage in the bedside drawer, Pepper climbed up onto the bed and sat on Matt's chest. Her skin was incredibly hot; almost burning, and he panted eagerly. She seemed to be patiently waiting for Tony, however.
Once Tony retrieved what he needed (a bottle of lube and a condom, Matt realized,) he took his place and spread Matt's legs apart roughly. Matt squirmed as Stark coated his fingers liberally before pressing one inside of him.
It burned a little, but he was quickly distracted by Potts pressing forward and mounting his face, with his mouth being completely covered by her cunt. Matt tried to reach up and grab at her hips to steady both her and himself, but she slapped his hands away with a sharp order of, "No moving!"
He did his best to please her, and she began to rock her hips gently, letting out pleased gasps. Matt moaned softly as Tony continued to add fingers. After a while, he pulled his hand away, leaving Matt feeling empty and disappointed, not that he could focus on that for too long.
He could sense Pepper's first orgasm building up, and she released right as Tony positioned himself and pushed his cock into Matt roughly, causing Matt to cry out softly. Much to Matt's pleasure, the woman didn't seem too inclined to stop. After a few moments of panting to catch her breath, she went right back to using his mouth.
This time, though, it was much harder for Matt to focus only on her with Tony gripping his hips hard enough to hurt and fucking him deeply. He felt tears streaming down his face, and Pepper occasionally asked him if he was doing okay. Every time he answered with a thumbs up, and so they continued.
Pepper finished first, somewhere around her third or fourth orgasm. She ran her fingers through Matt's hair roughly, pulling it, as she got off of him. With his mouth free, he showed them just how loud he was with his moans and gasps. Pepper lazily jerked him off, and he came quickly.
Tony continued to pound him afterwards, which only brought more over-stimulated tears as he used Matt's ass until he finally finished a few minutes afterward.
The three sat in silence afterwards, with Tony's softening cock still inside of Matt, and Matt still breathing raggedly with tears streaming down his face.
Pepper must have left at some point, because she came back with warm wet towels. Tony pulled out of him, which caused Matt to let out a small sob, and the two began to wipe Matt down thoroughly, praising him the entire time. He eventually relaxed, and the two climbed into bed beside him. There was the clicking of a photo being taken, and Tony gently tapped Matt and told him that he would send him the photo if he told them his number.
Matt grinned stupidly, understanding the implication that they would want to contact him again, and rattled off the number to his actual phone, the notion of giving them his burner not even occurring to him.
Later on, when Matt texted Foggy the picture (which apparently was him snuggled up to Pepper with Tony smirking beside them), he was met with shock, awe, and outrage.
One down, five to go.