A/N- wrote this all tonight and I may or may not have skipped the proof read part. So if you see any mistakes, no you don't.

Word count: 4336

Warnings: Smut, whole ton of angst, enemies to lovers stuff 

Night spilled through the large windows of Matt's apartment, the glare of the billboard reflecting blue, purple, and pink shadows through the large room-testing the darkness. It's a Saturday night, and the city is breathing in and out efficiency. Men and women work long hours while others drink until their hearts content. You on the other hand, where working with someone you quite frankly despised. 

You shouldn't be here. 

Well, let me rephrase. You should be here, whether you wanted to be here or not was a completely different argument. Technically, you where exactly where you where supposed to be-working a late night for a case that needed to be solved.

Matt Murdock. Ah, where to start. You where natural enemies as Foggy liked to say. Let me just tell you, Private investigators and lawyers go together like fire and ice, oil and water, cheese and chalk, whatever the fuck is the opposite of the other-that's you and Matt. Honestly, even if you and Matt weren't on the opposite side of the legal spectrum-you wouldn't get along.

This man grated you, and you fucking despised him. 

Everyone at 'Nelson and Murdock' was a delight to be with. Foggy? Love the guy to death, probably one of the nicest lawyers you had ever met in your life. Karen Page? Getting drinks with her was a ritual that you enjoyed more then life itself. Matt Murdock? 

Your probably waiting for me to say something delightful about him? Ha, funny.

He is an arrogantly arranged dick. There I said it. And listen, your not saying he wasn't good at his job cause hell could he present a case like his life was on the line, but he did it in a way that made you hate him. The way he would give the jury that charming smile of his, would flaunt his good arguing skills like the feathers of a peacock, and worst of all-acted like you and him where anything but enemies in public, and worst of all-

Know what, I feel like you get the gist. 

You took pleasure in knowing he felt the same way about you. Oh how he could go on about how much of a pain in the ass you where. You saw his grip tighten around his walking stick every time you spoke, smiled, or hell-even walked in a room. Sometimes, the prospect of annoying him made it that much more exciting to see him. 

He hated the way you would flirt with people of higher power. Was it on purpose? Hell no, you would never use your abilities like that to get to people higher then you. You just had a flaunting personality when it came to anyone but Matt. Your smile could light up an entire room, the way you presented yourself could make the most confident person the most insecure, you where a joy to be with.

Sometimes, you would purposefully act nicer when he was around so then you could see his irritation. Dick move some may say, but you call it business. 

You and him where always ready to battle with each other.  Someones guilty? No they're innocent. That case was solved? Not good enough. Every. Fucking. Thing. 

So usually, that was how you both operated. You where secretly teenagers at heart, wanting to get under the others skin as much as possible. You tried to not dwell on your dynamic that much, but still when the opportunity presented itself, you would piss him the hell off. 

Christ you needed to get laid. Or go to the gym. Maybe both if we're being honest. Anything to get this tension off of your fucking mind.

As you riffled through your bag, you idly wondered if Matt had the same thought as you. If he was wondering why god would orchestrate such a cruel punishment like forcing a private investigator and a lawyer to work together. Hell, it even sounds like a joke when you say it out loud. 

Then again, this divine punishment was probably that much more of a reason for his Catholic beliefs. 

You busy yourself by placing the files on the table in front of Matt's seat on the coffee table. Rain poured down on the windows outside, creating small drop like shadows on your skin. Throwing your back onto the couch with as much dramatic force as possible, you take a deep huff of air, waiting for him to scramble his fingers over the braille letters. 

Watching him in silence, you couldn't help but get the first punch in. "You gonna take all night, Murdock? I have plans after this and frankly I didn't come here to spend pity time with you." He barks a laugh, the sound pushing itself across the room as it echoed back into your ears as he made his way closer. 

He walked from his room, throwing a shirt over his head as he placed it over his skin. Your irritation grew for him even more in that moment. Not because he had not only the audacity to come out without a shirt, but because you looked at the taunt lines on his stomach like it was fucking artwork.

Of course, the only man in your life you have ever said the words 'God, he is hot' about, happens to be your worst enemy. He knows he's attractive, and that makes you even more annoyed.

"Glad to know you think I'm pretty.", that frame of a smirk growing on his lips as he made his way to the kitchen. "You want a drink? I figure both of us may need one."

"Whatever's the strongest, I'll take double." You concentrate primly on the files in front of you, tactfully ignoring his comments. You know he has that stupid face, the one that makes you want to punch him into a wall.

Matt brought two beers as he placed them on the coffee table in front of you both. You talked strictly business with each other, keeping your words anything but harsh in strict attempt to keep things civil between you both. You figure the sooner we get this done, the sooner I can fucking leave. 

Grabbing more beers for the both of you in between conversations, you kept going with work talk. You would give him answers, he would give you answers. Boom, civil exchange right?

Well, it was almost civil. The last file got both of your moods into a pickle. Irritated seeped over you both as Matt ran his long fingers across the braille letters of the paper, occasionally letting out a huff or grunt-whatever irritated you most in that moment. 

"Are you even reading that, or are you just skimming through the information?" You ask, leaning forward as you placed your feet up on the table. Taking a sip from your beer, you cringe at the taste-lukewarm beer does not sit well. 

He scoffed at your question. Your eyes moved to the tick of his jack as you traced the rim of your drink with your lips, still not giving up on getting yourself as drunk as possible in attempt to get through tonight. "Maybe I could read it if you hadn't fucked up the translation. This is all scrambled, none of it makes sense." You rolled your eyes, "And get your feet off my table. I heard that."

Feeling anger rise in your veins you placed your feet back down on the ground. Despite Matt being a colossal dick, you chose to follow what he said either way. "That's bullshit, I used the same program I did last time."

"Yeah well, it is." He sounds like he's at the end of his rope, which instantly gets your attitude back up and running. 

"It's not my fault, I can't help what the program does." You argued, standing up abruptly. "Wonderful bedside manner by the way, It's a mystery why you aren't beating girls off with your stick." 

He's still sitting on the couch, his head resting against the back of the cushions. He looks just about fed up with everything. Every bit of civil work you both had done before, gone and discarded, thrown into the wind. "Oh sweetheart, I know you would love that. I bet tying me up and snapping a few pics with that camera of yours would do wonders for your ego."

Alright, round one. Ding! Dong! Fight!

"My ego?" You scoffed. "You win a case and your head gets so puffed up you can barely fit through a fucking door!" 

"Your just pissed because your so used to winning everything with a pity-ass smile." He said, his chest rising and falling with his argumentative manner. "Let me guess, your gonna go jack off the next person who hires you so you can get paid?"

You bark a laugh, it's dry but blistered. "So that's your problem? Your pissed because people actually like me?" He's up, moving towards you now. Not crowding your space, but close enough that your skin prickles under the warmth of his body. You ignore what this argument is doing to your heartbeat, continuing the debate.

"My problem is that you think everyone around you falls for that fucked up pretty face of yours! What happened to getting a job the right way? Not sucking up to someone in order for you to get a job?" The low timbre of his voice sounded not dissimilar to the voice you hear in the courtroom when he's examining a person in the stands. Now though, it sounds more intimate, more intense. Spoken in such close quarters. 

You feel the bass of your heart bang against your chest. You didn't know if it was excitement or pure irritation. Probably both? Let's go with both.  

"Your trying to pull the fucking pretty card on me? I do nothing beside give a good impression. Unlike you who just says to hell with it all! God you are so arrogant! You can't stand the fact that people like me more then you."  You shift slightly to one side, ignoring how the bottom of your underwear seems to feel more damp then it did before. You wholeheartedly decide to blame it on the beers. Or maybe it was because he was much closer then he should be-nope it's just the beers. "Or maybe? Just maybe let's think of this Murdock-  your pissed because at the end of a case I get all the credit." 

It was a cheep shot, but it was something. You knew that although Matt got some credit for his work, the private investigator was always credited for her good works to society. He takes the bait immediately, making you reel everything in. 

"Oh please-"

"Oh what? Like that goes unnoticed by you? You notice everything!" You goad, seeing you struck a nerve in him. You keep going, his pent state making you more eager to prod. "Your just pissed because not everyone gives credit to the poor arrogantly fucked up blind boy who does good works to his community. News flash! Nobody. Gives. A. Shit."

He flexes his hand with frustration as you smirk. Victory running through that smile of yours like it was holding every bit of energy you needed. He lifts his head to the ceiling in exasperation as he goes to let out a heavy sigh. That's when you think you've won. Ding! Dong! Knockout, round one- But his inhale cuts off. It's almost like he chokes on air as his lips part ever so slightly. He cocks his head back towards you, making that smirk grow as your stomach wages with irritation and arousal. God you hated him.

Round two, fight!

He scoffs, a dry grin forming on his lips as his tongue pokes at the edge of his cheek. He takes a small step forward and now your so close to him you can practically see your reflection in his glasses. "Me arrogant? Oh sweetheart, your the P.I with a God complex. News flash, not everyone you work for believes your all that great." You go to speak, but hesitate as you feel his breath brush against your cheek. You close your eyes, feeling yourself grow wet just by the feel of his closeness. "You wanna know what I think?" He questions softly, his voice dangerously low as his face ducks low towards yours. 

"What." You manage to stammer out.

A shit eating grin grows along his face and as he speaks his voice grows lower. Goosebumps trickle upon your skin as he speaks. "I think your enjoying this. I think this is getting you off."

His words rush straight down in between your legs like hot water. Your pulse skyrockets but you cover it up with a finger to his chest, moving your legs. You hate him, you hate him so fucking much. 

"Fuck you." You grind your teeth. Wildfire rages through your veins as your heart pounds with adrenaline. Your body vibrates with every fucking emotion, but most of all, attraction. Fucking bitch, attraction. 

"Oh I bet you want to." He purrs against your skin. The overgrown tension finally snapped. 

A you open your mouth to speak, you feel his hand rush to your throat as he lunges at you. Your hands fly to his hair as you entangle your body with his. His aim with your throat is so fucking accurate you let out a moan at just the thought of it. You feel yourself grow impossibly wetter as his hands move further around your neck. 

Your lips meet his like a spark to a candle. The two of you refusing to let go now, the clash of lips and desperate moans and breaths filling the air between you. Some part of you desires this, this hatred fucking. Desire blooms in your chest even as the aggravation still pulses through your heart. You feel him smirk against your mouth as he murmurs. 

"Don't sound too desperate, sweetheart ." He breaths before kissing you long and slow as if trying to contradict his words on purpose.

You pull back slightly, your breath still heavy. "Don't flatter yourself. I'm horny and your an easy fuck." 

You sharply bite his bottom lip, to keep him from firing a response back at you. Instead he breaths out a soft laugh into your mouth that absolutely does not leave you weak at the knees. 

He walks you backwards, giving neither of you any time to rethink this decision. You barely clock where your going as you feel your head spinning, until the back of your thighs meet the table and his hands move under your legs and lift you onto the wooden surface. Your body is on autopilot, opening your legs as he moves himself in between them in desperate attempt to get as close to you as possible. 

He steps in, that hand on your throat acting as a point of reference for the rest of your body. His hands drift lower as he places kisses along your jawline and neck, progressively moving lower. Your cunt makes contact with his already hard cock, and the sudden feeling pulls a gasp from your throat. Your heartrate sky rockets at the idea that this was happening, Matt Murdock was about to fuck you.

At your gasp he pauses, slowing his kisses on your neck to a torturous pace. He traces the line of your throat before speaking, breathing fragile as his body stays close to yours. It feels so quiet the city could listen. 

"We can stop." He murmurs, his spoken words cooling the wet skin on your neck. "I won't ever mention this again." Even as he says that, his fingertips are tracing patterns on top your thighs. His palms feeling unbearably hot against your skin. 

The silence scratches between you both. Yet, he's still patient. Not wanting you to agree to something you would regret, despite how much he wanted it. 

Realizing you'd been lost to the sensation for a second and left him hanging, you take a breath and answer simply by reaching out and grasping his cock through his sweats, giving it a firm squeeze, reveling in the hardness and size of it, as well as the little choked gasp he fails to smother in time. "Don't make me regret this." You mumble to him, clever fingers tracing over the head of his cock. He fucking shudders. Gripping your thighs hard, throws his head back. "You gonna do something or are you gonna stand there?" You questioned, your cocky attitude back again.

You barely finish your sentence before his mouth is back on you again. 

It's a blurry image of hands, teeth, and lips that bring you back to the couch. Long forgotten papers thrown across the table and onto the floor, along with beer bottles. You both know that tomorrow you may end up regretting fucking the other person, but as for right now? Nothing could draw you away from each other. 

Your harsh breaths where loud in the silence of his apartment, but the roaring moans in your ears from Matt drown out the sound of you. Pausing momentarily as he hooks his finger in your sweatpants, he waited a moment for slight consent. Yet, his lips never left yours nor slowed down their pace. 

"Hurry up or I'm gonna get bored." You mutter against his lips, which turns into a cocky grin as he pulls down at your pants. Deftly pushing past your underwear, you jolt bodily from the unexpected touch as he gathers up your wetness on his fingers with two fingers whilst he moves his lips down to your jaw. He circles your clit once, twice, before trailing lightly back down to your entrance. You try your best to steady your breathing, but it's as if he knows what you're doing, and takes a particularly hard bite at your jaw just as he all but shoves two fingers inside of you.

As you stutter a breath, you feel his mouth turn up against yours again. Heavy and deep moans escape your mouth as he continues, finding the right spot and keeping it.

"Trust me, you won't be bored." He breaths heavily. 

You debated. Should you respond with a cocky comment? You couldn't let him hold the satisfaction of knowing he made you feel good. 

But fuck, he was magic with his fingers. 

Somewhere along the way you'd lost grip of your tongue, letting deep and long moans escape from your body. This. This was something to cry about. Sex so good that it feels like nothing could ever top it. This was fucking heaven. 

"I hate you." What you meant to grit out before, finally making it's way out your lips. 

"Lie to me again, sweetheart." He panted. "I wanna hear it."

It was all your traitorous body needed, and you seized up and came harder than you ever had in your life. There was absolutely no way to suppress the sounds that tore from your mouth, the way that despite your previous urge to hold back, you clung to him in any way you could, nails digging into his solid forearm as he expertly raised a knee to gently pin your own, keeping your legs from closing around his hard working hand. God, you didn't even sound like you.  

You finished, your breath stammering as you breathed faster then you ever had before. There was no way in hell it was healthy for a persons heartrate to be up this much, but boy was it worth it.

"That was good right? I can't really tell." He said, his face pull of pure innocence. But you had known Matt long enough to see straight towards the fucked up smirk on his lips. 

"Oh I bet that works with all the ladies." You quip, moving to sit up as you appreciated the perfect tent in his pants. 

"Only the smart ones." He responds. 

You let out an exasperated gasp, smacking the side of his arm. "Fuck you." 

He reaches his hands out, pulling you to straddle him. "Gladly." 

"Murdock." You warn. 

"Oh come on, back to last names? Just a minute ago you where screaming Matt." 

Ignoring him, you grab his sweats and pull them down. He may have tried to play gentlemen, but he couldn't conceal his eagerness that hid in his pants. His cock sprang free of his pants. He lifts you gently, pushing right into you as you let out a desperate moan. His hands pin against your hip as you move your mouth to his neck, sucking at his pulse point as his head fell back. 

He shoots a fist to your hair, holding you close to him as you bite at the small skin of his neck. He moves his free hand over to your shirt, lifting at the hem of it as he pulled it over your neck. 

"Shirt. Off." He says weakly, forming words becoming hard with your hips circling on him. 

You do the same to him, pulling at the hem of his shirt as you brought it over his head-revealing his chested abs and v line that lead down to well-you.

"Oh sweetheart, you feel so good." He moans, his hands are on your hips like a vice. Your moans combined are loud, animalistic, borderline noise complaint worthy. 

"Christ, Matt." You whine, leaning more of your weight against his chest as you move up and down, keeping the pace you had before-but adding a small burst of speed. 

"Still bored?" He murmurs, sawing his hips into you at a steadier pace, confident you'd gotten used to his size.

"I'll let you know, if I do I'll just think of someone else." You quip, mentally kicking yourself at how unsteady your voice was. Once again, it was an obvious bluff, practically transparent, but the nature of your relationship allowed critical thinking to take a vacation. You wanted him to loosen up, to let go. You felt the power he was holding back by the way his hands gripped you, the way he moved in and out of you like it was nothing.

You felt your breathing hitch as your stomach twisted. Matt's moans gave off the indication he was getting the same feeling. 

"Matt-"

"Do it." He nodded, moving his hands to your neck as he pulled you to him. Your lips crashed together as you released, along with Matt. 

It took you both a moment to relax. Matt slowly moved you off of him as you fell to his side on the couch. Your hair was matted, your skin was hot, everything about you was destroyed. 

In short, you where a fucking mess.

One night stands weren't unfamiliar territory to you, but you'd never had a man make you feel like this, he was so brazen in his words, like you were already his. 

Matt turned his head in your direction. "That was-." He breathed, done with trying to keep the truth out of the matter. That was truly the best he had ever had, and he wasn't even going to deny it. "That was the best I've ever had."

"That was amazing." You said, your chest still rising and falling. "Truly- fucking amazing." 

With that, your eyes shut momentarily. Well, or you thought. 

You woke up to the sound of Matt walking out from his bathroom, you where now on your back under the covers in his bed. Had you fallen asleep? God that's embarrassing.

"I'm up. I'm up."  You fall but slur, flailing your arms to try and get out of bed before you remember you're still naked. You go to cover your body despite the fact he'd literally been inside you not 20 minutes ago, and the remember the man is literally blind and covering yourself won't make a lick of difference.

"Relax, I was just seeing if you wanted a shower." He nodded to the bathroom. You blink, dumbfounded. "Unless you wanted to leave- If you want to leave you can I mean it's your choice-"

"Uh I-"

"Unless you wanted to-"

You both stop as quick as you started, awkwardness permeating the air between you eagerly in the silence. 

"Sure." You nodded. "Sure yeah that would be nice." 

"Oh, uh, great. Bathrooms that way, I left a towel in there, just in case. I'll leave some clothes outside."

"Thanks." You respond, that hatred that was there before still there, just not as dominant. 

You showered in his bathroom, lathering your hair with shampoo and conditioner as you let the hot steam pool over your body like a calming massage. 

Making your way out into the room, Matt was lying flat on his back- his eyes fluttering shut. You thought to yourself as you pulled the covers up next to him, slipping your body under the silk sheets. Would staying the night really change anything? I mean, it's not like you both hadn't just fucked each other senseless? That sort of constitutes as the point of no return. Anything else is just collateral at this point.

You both remain silent as you face opposite directions. Just as you where about to speak, Matt beats you too it. 

"This won't change anything between us." He said, making a small bit of relief fill your body. He's quiet, exhaustion fueling his very few words. 

You took a breath of relief. "Yeah..I know it won't." You affirmed. Scooting across the bed a bit more to make the message clear, you bid him goodnight. "Goodnight, Matt."

Matt softly smiled at the fact you called him by his name. "Goodnight Y/n."

And the entire night you dwell on the fact that your name sounds like heaven rolling off his tongue. 

A/N- wow that was the longest smut I think I've ever written. How did we like it? I seriously wrote this all  tonight so if it's bad just know It was a short timed piece lol. If you couldn't tell, enemies to lovers is my favorite type of writing. 

Have a great day/night and stay safe <3 

Daisy :)