A/N- I don't know what has been up with me but I am on a writing streak right now. 

This is part two to my smut one shot 'God I hate you' after being requested <3. I personally love this one so I hope you guys do too. 

Word count: 3377

Warnings: Smut (Literally I am being so serious about this one. I'm pretty sure this is the best one yet)

 Months past since you and Matt had first slept together, and since then the situation between you both had remained confidential. Like a true defense lawyer, Matt stuck to his word. 

At first things where normal between you both. You went back to the typical I hate you and you hate me dilemma, keeping everything the way it was before without a single test of thought about the night you both had spent together. You remained like fire and ice, only talking about work at work. 

Slowly though, the issue brought itself back to attention. Neither of you had really thought of the idea that after one of the best sexual experiences of your life you would begin to-kill me for saying this-crave it again. 

Sure you and Matt had gotten laid after what had happened between you both-but it wasn't the same. Nobody could do the things that man can with his hands. Every one night stand became a hit and a miss, never feeling completed after they left. 

So...that's when things began to pick up again. 

It started with quickies in the office, then it progressed to overnighters and two day long sleepovers that consisted of nothing but sex. It was truly one of the only things either of you had agreed on together. Give the addict it's heroine, the dog it's bone, whatever the hell you wanna say having addictive sex. 

At first you felt guilty, but then you realized this was apart of God's plan. He's the one that orchestrated that night a few months ago, he knew what was going to happen when he put two sexually frustrated people in the same room together. So you just grew to accept that this what was supposed to happen. 

So, here you where. Another Saturday night at Matt's place, doing what you both did best with each other. 

Fucking the other senseless. 

Your bent over Matt's couch, your nails digging into the couch as you prepared for one of the best parts of your week. You had resolved the intention to absolutely destroy him tonight, simply because you knew that was most likely his intention as well. His fingers trailed delicate patterns over your hips as your back hit his front, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his cock. 

"This is the last time we're doing this." You warn, your nails digging further into the couch by just the smallest feeling of him inching inside of you. "After tonight we're done."

Matt barks a laugh, dark enough to make the entire room go black despite the billboard lights outside. "You said that last time, sweetheart." He pulls off the offending piece of cloth with practiced ease from his body. "And here we are." 

"I mean it this time." You breathed, the feeling of your bare skin touching each other making you grow unbearably wetter. "Your becoming an issue. I'm over here so often I'm not getting any of my work done for my clients." 

Matt gave out a small sigh. "Do you want to talk about work or do you want me to fuck you?"

You roll your eyes. Despite moaning each others names at unhealthy noise levels, you still weren't necessarily close with each other. That hatred still remained, and it was planning on staying for as long as you remained acquainted with each other. "Just get inside me, already." 

Matt gave a small laugh that just about made you reach up and slap him across the face. Despite the amount of times he was quite literally screaming your name at full volume, that didn't stop him from giving you the same peasant like treatment he gave you before. 

But within seconds, that playful bite that strung tension between you both was absent, replaced with pure bliss. You're both quiet, breathing each other in and digesting the situation fully. Everything about what is going on feels dangerously close to passing the line of just sex. The intimacy, the feeling, everything about it feels more then just pleasure. 

You feel his chest brush against your back as his fingers dig into the skin of your hip. "You sure you want this, sweetheart?"

You nod softly, "I want this. What about you?"

He gave a small scoff. "More then you could imagine."

And through those small words his grip tightens on your hips like a possessive dog fighting over food. A shiver runs through your spine as you lean over slightly more, hearing his sharp breath as he feels you bend further over the arm rest. 

Eager to shake off-or in your case fuck off- the weird intimacy that had just occurred, you gently push yourself up against him. Heat on heat, fire on fire.

He shifts, placing his hands up in between your shoulder blades before positioning himself right up at your entrance. Without much of a pause, he moves inside of you. 

The sound you two make together is probably one of the closest things you have agreed on in months. The two of you finally revealing the tension you had been keeping with each other all day at work, coiling around your voices like a snake. It's loud, borderline pornographic if you ask me, and even the slightest bit dominant. Feeling like your finally giving in. His voice is hard like gravel as he speaks. "Oh fuck sweetheart, you feel amazing." 

"Fucking- Matthew Murdock." You whine, moving your arms further over the edge of the couch. You move up on your toes, unable to keep still with the feeling of him inside of you. He pulls out of you before plunging himself back in, and in that moment you swear your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

Pure. Fucking. Bliss. 

"I love when you use my name, sweetheart." He murmurs, sawing his hips further into you as his pace quickens. "Say it again." 

"I'm gonna murder you." You quip, mentally kicking yourself with how unsteady your voice was. Once again, like many of your conversations during sex, it was an obvious bluff. Practically transparent, but with the nature of your relationship you had to keep things like that. I hate you, you hate me. 

He gives a particularly hard thrust at your words, the hand that had been kneading away at your  ass coming down with progressive speed, the slap sounding through the apartment acting as an alarm. You let out a loud whine, the sound absolutely pathetic, so pathetic in fact your cheeks grow red from embarrassment after not being able to suppress the noise. 

"I said say it again." He grits out, punctuating each any every one of his words as he gives another sharp thrust into you that had you seeing stars. You let out another loud moan, one that escalated through the entire apartment. Your cunt clenched around him as he gave you another hard hit on your ass, sending your mind through the clouds. "You like that, sweetheart? Say my name and I'll give it to you again." 

Your cheeks heat up, and you give into the urge to press your face into the couch cushion to hide your embarrassment. Matt however, wasn't letting go. 

He pulls out suddenly, leaving you a moaning and desperate mess. If only the people at your office could see you now, anything but an activist for feminism. Now practically on your knees for a man you hated. 

Your head flies up, ready to complain at the sudden loss, but the back of your head meets his outstretched hand and his fingers curl into your hair. He firmly pushes your head back down, cheek pressing onto the cushion not too forcefully, but firm enough that you get the message. He keeps his hand there.

"Oh come on, make this easy for yourself." He urged. "Say it." He warns softly, but yet dangerously. 

Your breathing quickens and your tongue ties at your words. Embarrassment and lust fuel your thoughts. You feel his cock move against your entrance, making you practically fall to the ground with desperation. 

"Matthew." You gasp, trying to push back in order to get him back inside of you. But his grip he has on you holds your body still. 

"Louder." He says. "Let everyone in this building hear who your getting fucked by." 

"Matthew!" Your cunt is positively aching at this point. Your confirmation comes immediately, making the small smirk on Matt's face grow. Still teasing your entrance, he plunges himself inside of you all at once, your need now gone. 

Of all the things you expected from yourself, screaming Matt's name as if he was a God was not something you thought would happen. 

His pace was brutal and unforgiving. His hand was still in your hair and you relish the feeling he gives you when he thrusts in and out of you at full force. The apartment is a concert for the most sinful noises, the air full and thick with wet slapping, your embellished groans and moans. His sounds send your brain through the rollercoaster of lust. 

Words spewed from his mouth like gunshots, all of them becoming blank sentences as you felt your orgasm approaching. 

"Sure this is your last time sweetheart?" 

"Oh I could fuck you all day and still be desperate for more." 

"You feel so good, like you where made for me."

"God your taking me so well. If only everyone knew how much of a slut you where." 

In short, his words where making you a fucking mess. 

Unable to answer to any of his statements, all your ideas and statements fly out of your head. This man had the fine art of sex down, and he knew it. 

Your nails scrabble at the seat of the chair, hips colliding with the arm he'd bent you over, you briefly wondered if you'd have visible bruises the next day before the thought was promptly fucked out of your head. Your cunt quivers as you're almost floating in bliss, you're so fucked out you only just register the way his grip tightens on hip before he untangles his fist from your hair to better steady your hips. 

You intentionally tighten around him as he continues to thrust in and out of you, releasing the most ungodly sounds from Matt you had ever heard. something halfway between a gasp and a moan, high and breathless as his pace stutters and he all but doubles overs at the sensation, you manage a smirk despite yourself, and just like that, the small rush of power that gives you is intoxicating.

"Keep that up sweetheart, and you'll make me cum." His chest heavying with attempt to control himself, and you file away those noises in your brain for future reference. 

Feeling bold from that small rush of power, you move to straighten up. He allows you the space immediately which you note keenly, pleased to see his respect for you was still withstanding. You'd have to kick his ass if that weren't the case.

You ride high on your boldness, turning round and taking him in your hand, ensuring the condom is still on properly and giving him a good stroke whilst you do so. "Bedroom?"

His lips parted ever so slightly, he doesn't waste a second. He grabs you by the ass, lifting you up as you wrap your arms around his neck. Your lips move together like you had rehearsed this a thousand times. He moves backwards, stumbling here and there until the back of his knees hit the bed.

He falls on his back on the mattress, leaving you straddling his cock. Your hands move over the scars on his chest, drawling out lines on each and every one of them as your lips part ever so slightly to welcome his tongue inside of your mouth. Your mind still dwells on his scars, ever since you had gotten together for the first time the idea on how he got them always remained on your mind. 

The moment your hands pass over his chest you feel him relax slightly, and so you kiss him once softly to reassure him. The tension in his body disappears completely. Your hands complete their journey by making a home in his soft hair and you're both quiet, so you take your newfound confidence and run with it, wanting to fully move on from his scars. "Do you want to cum? 

It's not as dominating as him, you didn't dare to challenge that particular aspect of his sexual prowess, knowing he's most certainly got you beat. It's more of a subtle shift in tone, one he picks up on immediately. He nods, wetting his lips once. You grip his hair a little harder until you're rewarded with a small moan, barely audible yet deafeningly loud. "Say please." You murmur, rocking your hips over him.

"Don't push it." He warns, as if he was anticipating your words. You huff a small laugh, one that echoes in his ears and causes a small smile to part his lips as they move over yours again. 

"Worth a shot." You loosely shrug, moaning into his mouth as the feeling of him releasing envelops inside of you. You had been determined to make this man cum all night, and here you where. Letting him release before you did. 

With a small sliver of hope, you wrap your hands around his wrist, placing them above his head. The reaction he gave you was something extremely unexpected. Something that was willing to make you cum on the spot.

His breathing stutters at first, you see it in the way his stomach jumps under your touch, then quickly, too quickly, he sits up, catching your hands and pinning them down by your hips, his large hands covering yours. 

Now here you where, pinned under Matt as he held your hands to your side. 

You're face to face at this point, both breathing like you've run a marathon but for wildly different reasons. The silence stretches on for a few moments, the two of you unsure of the other. You wanted to question his reaction, and if this was the start of night you likely would have, but the quiet stretches long enough for your hooded gaze to slip down to his lips, and for his hands to tighten on yours before you both crash into each other again like two planets on a collision course. 

Within those few seconds, you didn't know what had happened. But whatever it was, it made you want every inch of this man. 

Your lips enveloped over each others. His hands release yours but stay on your hips as your hands fly to tangle in his hair. He uses his grip on you to grind against you, pushing himself further inside of you. His thrusts are sloppy, they are messy, and they are fucking perfect.

He fills your mouth with gasps and moans and his hot breath, and you repay him in kind, your grip tightening on his hair in tandem with the tension in your lower abdomen. Your mind is too far gone to do anything more than beg mindlessly, a waterfall of "Please." tumbling from your mouth, the sound of it desperate and broken. 

"I know. I know sweetheart- God, fuck." Matt is just as desperate and as ruined as you, the tremble in his tone telling you everything you needed to know, the two of you lost to the feeling entirely. 

The bed creaks with the force of your movements, the smell of sex in the air and the feel of his skin again yours, you blearily think that yeah, you could die from this. His guidance on your hips is as sloppy as your movements, and you barely even bother to hold back the whimper that leaves you unbidden because christ you were so desperate to cum-

Suddenly, everything around you began to spin. Words became lost mumbles in a different language, your palms met the soft silk of his sheets, and his mouth was moving over yours. With a strength that is almost unholy he lifts your hips above himself to support you until you give yourself some stability, and then he fucking rails you. 

Your orgasm, which had been dancing round the edges just out of your reach until now, rushes forward with all the force and vengeance of a tsunami and takes you out with it, your body floating out to sea. Your entire body seizes up as his hand moves to the back of your neck to keep your body steady on his. 

"Oh sweetheart. My girl, my beautiful fucking girl." 

My girl

Your grateful for the fact your head is buried in his sheets, because if they weren't, his head would be puffed up with pride with the way you where moaning. 

He cums with you as a shiver runs down your spine. His grip tightens around your neck as he thrusts brokenly once. With that, he stops. Everything is spinning, the world is on fire, and hell is your new favorite place. 

Matt pulls himself out of you slowly, falling down onto the bed as you roll onto your back next to him. 

Silence wavers over you both as you began speaking. "We can't keep doing this." You shake your head as the rest of your body shakes from the intense...whatever the hell that was. "We can't, cause I'm pretty sure if we do we're gonna kill each other." 

Matt offers a small laugh as he turns to face you, swiping his finger over your cheek. "Yeah, well I'm willing to take that risk." 

The feeling is odd. Not odd in a unfamiliar way, but odd in a sense that you don't understand why in this moment you dont hate him. 

Matt hears your heartbeat pick up as he moves his lips over yours, still keeping his thumb on your chin. Your lips hurt with how you've both tangled yourselves together as you fall back into your places in the bed. 

You hesitate momentarily. "I should leave." You say, moving from the bed as you scurry across the room to find your clothes. God where the fuck where your clothes? 

Matt calls your name, making your head peak up to him. "Just stay tonight."

You bark a scoff. "Listen after what we just did I'm not sure I'm collected enough to go another round." You say as he sits up on his elbows, covering himself with the blanket. 

He hesitates with his words before speaking. "We don't need to have sex. You can just stay." 

You blink, dumfounded by his words. "Uh-'

"Unless you want to leave which you can." He offers, "But I just figured we could uh..maybe grab breakfast or something tomorrow. Since we don't have work." 

You feel your heart speed up. Why the fuck is your heart speeding up? You hate this man. "You want me to stay, so we can have breakfast together?" You question, drawing out the words just to confirm you where hearing the same thing. 

He shrugs. "Yeah I mean, I guess." He acts like it doesn't mean anything to him, but it does. "Besides..." He knows your going to judge. "I sleep better when your here, so can you just get back into bed."

You smile, "That is the nicest thing you have ever said to me." 

"Don't get used to it." He said, the outline of a smile forming on his lips. "But does our plan sound good? We'll just be getting breakfast as work partners, nothing more." 

"Right, nothing more." You stutter. Moving over into the bed, you lift up the sheets and place your body onto the silk. Matt's arm moves over your shoulders, the smallest bit of force bringing you just that much closer to him. 

"Goodnight Y/n." Matt says, the words sounding good coming from his mouth. 

"Goodnight, Matthew." You say, the small smile appearing back on his face, knowing he would never hear his name from your mouth the same ever again.

A/N- Wow...love it. I just love it.

Hope you all enjoyed this one and leave your thoughts and comments :). 

Have a great day/night and stay safe. 

Daisy <3