A/N- Hi everyone! I am so glad to see you all liked my first part of my one shots. I have decided to continue with them, and I am sure you will really like this part. Please don't hesitate to leave feedback or requests, they are still open!

Warnings: Smut 

Word count: 2566

Matt Murdock had run into a bit of an issue.

4 months ago you found him half-dead in a garbage bin outside your apartment, meaning you had the option of leaving him to die or giving him some half-ass stitches that you knew would hold for a day at the most. So, you went with option two. 

Matt came back to you for about 2 months and to say this man was a clumsy wreck was an understatement. Every time he would come to you he would have broken ribs, bruised shoulders, and a bloodied face, but that didn't stop you from helping the vigilante the best you could. 

Where you a good nurse? Hell no, you where the worst there was-that's why you worked an office job- to ensure that you didn't have to deal with these kinds of issues.

But here you where anyway.

You two had drawn close. It had gotten to the point where Matt had agreed to tell you his identity, and would even discuss what he had done that night. It was nice for him to have someone he could go to about his vigilante life, and it was nice for you to have someone to talk to about the random shit going on in your life. Sure your life wasn't as interesting as that of a blind man fighting crime, but it was still something. 

Matt had mentioned plenty of times that he wasn't the type of guy who was interested in relationships. He said and you quote, "I'm nice to look at, but not boyfriend material." you on the other hand where searching for someone to spend the rest of your life with. The shitty part about your different views of marriage and relationships was that you both had developed feelings for each other, and had no clue what to do with them. 

Slowly Matt stopped coming to see you, finding it hard to 'keep it in his pants' as you liked to say. He hadn't come to you in months, and you both had seemed to have moved on in your lives. You where working for an art gallery just down the road from your apartment, and were at the top of the list for promotions. You where doing good, and you figured Matt was too considering he hadn't come to see you in months. 

Well, that was until you heard a loud crash in your room. 

You where standing in the kitchen, about to scoop some ice cream into a bowl for yourself when you heard one of your picture frames from your wall break apart on the floor of your bedroom. At first you didn't think anything of it, it was most likely your roommate coming to steal your clothes again, right?

Right?

You had the ice cream scooper in your hand as you walked towards your bedroom. 

"Dani?" You questioned, slowly padding across the floor to your room. "Dani, are you okay?"

You made it to the door of your bedroom, lightly kicking it open as you raised the ice cream scooper up. You walked in, looking around the dark room but seeing nothing. 

"Y/N." A raspy voice called from the corner of your room, making you turn quickly as you threw the scooper towards the figure and hitting them in the face. 

"Jesus, Y/N, It's just me." Matt said, placing his hand on his head quietly letting out an 'ow'. He walked into the light a bit and you could see he was still in his patrol outfit, or 'play-time costume' as you liked to call it.

You placed your hands on your chest as your sky-rocketing heartrate started to go down. "Oh I'm sorry, I wasn't really expecting you to be breaking into my apartment." You sneered. 

"Your window was open, so technically I didn't break in." He said, walking over to your bed as he took a seat. 

You turned to watch him as he did so, "You know the rules. If your bleeding, no sitting on my bed." You said, walking towards your closet, heading towards the first-aid kit. "Do I need to remind you how many comforters I had to go through when you came here before?"

"I'm not bleeding." He said, facing his head towards the direction of your footsteps. 

You turned your head towards him, "Then what exactly are you here for?" You asked, crossing your arms as you walked towards the direction of your bed.  

"I've-" He paused, sighing. "I've run into a bit of an issue." 

"Matt I have already told you that if you kill somebody, I am not willing to become an accomplice- "

"I didn't kill anybody." He interrupted, making you feel a bit relieved. "It's a more...personal issue." 

You tilted your head like a confused dog as you furrowed your brows, "Go on." 

"I can't-" He stopped, "I can't get you off my mind."

You chuckled as you spoke, "Oh boy." You figured the guy was joking.

"I'm being serious, Y/N." He said, placing his hands on either side of him. "I can't get you off my mind and its becoming an issue. I got my ass kicked last night because I couldn't stop thinking of you. The night before, I got this-" he lifted his shirt up, exposing a giant slash on his side. "-because I thought I heard you calling my name." He put his shirt down, pointing a finger at you. "Your becoming an issue."

"Are you sure its not just cause your a shitty fighter?" You questioned, crossing your arms and leaning on the wall next to you.

"Yes, I'm sure." He sneered, somehow getting more turned on by your sarcasm. 

Silence filled the air between you both for a moment before you finally began talking. 

"Was that all you came here to tell me?" You questioned the man, confused as to why he would stop by- sorry- break in to your apartment at 11:30 at night just to tell you...that.

He took a deep inhale, "Not necessarily." He knew you where going to flip your shit with the next part, "I came here for your help."

"You want me to take my love spell off of you?" You questioned sarcastically with a smirk. "Cause if you want that I'm gonna need 7 dwarfs and a magical fairy-"

"I need you to sleep with me." 

Your mouth was still open from previously talking, and for some reason it wouldn't close after what he just said. You finally closed your mouth, swallowing hard. 

"Excuse me?" 

"I need you to sleep with me." 

"Yeah I heard you the first time, just-" you shook your head, "Why exactly do I need to sleep with you?"

He stood up, putting his hands together in a praying stance as if he was presenting a PowerPoint presentation to a class. "You see," he walked closer, "You sleep with me and everything goes back to normal. You get off my mind, and then I go back to fighting the bad guys without getting hurt. Plus, you get some fun out of it."

"So let me get this right," you pointed at him, finally realizing how close you both where. "I'm your booty-call?" 

He opened his mouth like he was about to speak but then closed it for a moment. "Well when you put it like that-"

"No." You said, walking away and feeling your arm get pulled back by Matt.

"Please, Y/N. You don't understand-"

"I do understand." you said, taking your arm from his hand. "Your horny, and you want a one night stand." You walked away into the kitchen as Matt followed. "You know how I feel about having one night stands, Matt."

Matt followed behind you, the sound of his boots echoing off of your floors. 

"You can't bend your rules just one time?" He whisper yelled, placing his hands on the counter in front of you. 

"No." You pointed, grabbing a spoon from the drawer next to you as you began digging into the tub of ice cream in front of you. 

He leaned further over the counter towards you, "What if we make a deal?" He offered, making your head perk up. 

"Go on." You pushed, taking a large spoonful of ice cream and shoving it in your mouth as Matt spoke. 

"You sleep with me," he thought for a moment, "and I pay you."

You squinted your eyes and furrowed your brows. "Are you fucking kidding me?" You questioned, dropping the spoon in your ice cream. "That's prostitution, Matt."

"It isn't pros-"

"-That is literally the exact definition of prostitution." You interrupted, talking over one another like a bickering married couple. 

"Okay new deal then," Matt proposed, raising his finger up and placing it down on the counter in front of him. "You sleep with me and you never see me again." 

You thought about the deal for a moment. If you where being completely honest you had thought of Matt almost every night, making sleeping a living hell because you couldn't get the picture of his tight ab's out of your mind, or the sounds he would make when he was in pain, not realizing what they sounded like to you.

"Never again?"

"Never." 

"I don't even want to see you lurking around my neighborhood, Murdock." You said, leaning closer towards his face. 

"Oh sweetheart, you won't ever see me again." He said, only inches from your face. 

"Fine." You said, walking around the counter towards where Matt was, placing your hands out to your side. "But Murdock I swear-"

The second you turned around you where being slammed into the wall behind you. Your lips both collided against each others as you wrapped your legs around his waist as he held your ass. Matt began to place kisses down your neck, then to your collarbone that was barely covered from the tank top you wore. 

"A warning would have been nice." You breathed as he continued kissing down your collarbone, then back up to your neck, leaving red marks that you where sure as hell would be black and blue tomorrow. 

"Your warning was me not slamming you against this wall the second you said fine." Matt said, rushing his lips back to yours like you where the holy grail. You tugged at his shirt, moaning words into his mouth as you would occasionally bring your lips away from his to speak.

"Dani-" you kissed Matt again, "She's sleeping-"

Matt took his lips from yours, tossing you over his shoulder as he grunted. You where confused at first, but as soon as you recognized the walls leading to your bedroom, you knew he had an intention of where he wanted to go. 

Matt shut the door harshly behind him, tossing you onto the bed like a rag doll. He crawled on top of you, placing his right arm beside your head as his left arm cupped your waist. His lips met yours once again as you wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged him down to you. He sat up for a second, tugging at his mask and pulling it off, along with his shirt.

Holy fuck.

Matt was hovering over you as if you where in some sort of dream. His ab's where clenched tightly as you stared up at him, finding his face which wore a smug smirk on it. 

"Like what you see?" He questioned, sensing your rapid heartrate from the moment he ripped his shirt off. 

"I hate you." You said breathlessly, shaking your head as you sat up on your elbows. 

"That's not what your heartrate is telling me, sweetheart." 

Matt dove back in, wrapping his arms around your waist as he continued to kiss you harshly. He placed his hand on your lower back, the coldness making your back arch as he did so. He groaned into your mouth as he moved under you so you where on top of him, straddling his lap. 

He grabbed you by the hips, lifting you up with one hand slightly as he pulled his pants down to his thighs. He kissed you as he guided your hips over his cock, smirking into every lavishing kiss he placed on your lips. He moved his boxers down, sliding your underwear over to the side as he 'looked' up in your direction. 

"Your on birth control right?" He questioned, not wanting to take the risk of a tiny daredevil. 

"Yes I'm on birth control," you moaned, "now move me down before I do it myself."

Matt felt his cock grow hard at the words circulated from your mouth. He guided your hips onto his cock as you felt an instant relief. You placed your hand on his chest, riding his cock as he guided your hips, rocking them slowly. You arched your head back, moaning as sounds of your bed creaking filled the room. 

Matt listened to your voice-angelic is all he could think. This idea he had of screwing you and leaving, it was all bullshit, now he knew it would never work. You where like a drug, heroine in his veins and he hated it.

"Oh fuck." Matt moaned, arching his back as he felt you tighten around him. He rocked your hips faster against his cock, making his mouth open in absolute awe. You continued to ride him, feeling everything in your body tense up by an all to familiar feeling.

"Matt-" You breathed heavily, still rocking your hips. "I'm gonna-"

"Do it." He pushed, plunging deeper inside of you as he lifted his hips more. "Do it, please." He pleaded, not able to form words in his own head. To him you where an angel, but my where you something else right now.

With that you felt your stomach knot up, feeling Matt's hands guide themselves fully around your waist, and down to your thighs. Your vision went blurry as you released, only hearing muffled noises of Matt moaning, and the sound of his hands grabbing your headboard. 

"Fuck-" He breathed, "Fuck." He breathed even harder as he shut his eyes, "Y/N." 

He grabbed onto your waist in one swift motion, digging his nails into it. You swore you where going to bleed on the spot, but you didn't care. This man, this devil in disguise, he made you weak at the knees. 

You rocked harder on his cock, placing your hands above Matt on the headboard as you did so. He smirked when he felt your movements, quickly getting his ego cut off by the feeling of your hands on his chest. You ran your face up his body, to his neck where you placed soft kisses all around his neck, going up to his face and meeting his lips finally. Muffled moans filled the air as you did so. 

That's when Matt lost it. 

He felt the same feeling you did. The knotted stomach as if you where going down the drop of a roller coaster. Matt felt himself release into you, hearing the sound of your heavy breathing that was going through his lips. 

You both completely collapsed. You fell on Matt's chest as he held onto your hips and lower back, breathing heavily. 

You opened your eyes, flipping over to your side of the bed and resting your hands over your head. 

"That was-"

"That was great. That was just-" 

"Extraordinary." You finished his sentence, making you both chuckle for a moment before sitting in silence. 

You shrugged slightly, "I think we could make this like a once a month thing." 

Matt sat up on his elbows, turning to his side to face you. "What happened to never wanting to see me again?" He smirked. "Devil of Hells Kitchen get the best of you?"

"Do not call yourself that." You looked over jokingly annoyed as you turned your head forward again smiling. 

Silence once again took over the room. The only sounds being the old ac unit in your room working like hell. You looked up at Matt, not saying anything for a moment.

"Round two?" You questioned. 

"I thought you'd never ask."