A/N- Guess who ended up doing part two? Yep, that's right. Pressure at its finest lol. 

This one is well...you'll see. Its something I guarantee all of you will enjoy. Still the same fiery rage we saw last time just a bit better if you know what I mean. 

Without further ado, please enjoy part two to Unmovable and don't forget to leave your thoughts! :)

 ps. I didn't edit this (whoops) I literally just finished this and it's too late for me to edit lol. So if you see any mistakes, no you didn't.

Guilt.

It was something that never looked good on the face of Matt Murdock. The gut wrenching feeling that pounded in his heart as he sat at his desk, drawing his attention away from the case in front of him. He hated this feeling. Like a centipede creeping in the darkest corners of a room, edging towards the light in desperate attempts to escape.

"Matt." Foggy's voice snapped Matt from his thoughts. For three days now Matt couldn't get you off his mind. Something just felt...off. He knew you both where forces to be reconned with. You went from being fire on fire to fire and ice, unable to be paired to the slightest degree. "Are you listening?"

Matt didn't really want to talk about how he was feeling, mainly because Foggy would agree with you. 

He would go off on Matt and call him a dick, blaming him for the failed friendship that now lives in his mind like a video on replay. No matter how many years went by, Matt lived in a spinning carousel of reminders of how he fucked up.

Matt shook his head, "Sorry, just zoned out." Matt leaned back into his seat, "What where you saying, again?"

"I was saying I was planning on grabbing a drink at Josie's with Marci and I was asking if you would want to come?" Foggy grabbed his  messenger bag, tossing it over his shoulder as he pushed in the chair that he sat in at the conference table. "It would give you something to do other then stay at your apartment alone on a Friday night."

"I'm not sure-" Matt hesitated. "I'm tired and I haven't slept since we started the Soprano's case a few days back." He ran his hands over his face before leaning forward in the direction of the table. He wasn't lying, he was exhausted. Just not because of work, but rather the pain in his stomach that made his entire body grow tight. "I think it's best if I just finish up some work and then head home."

Matt wanted to be brief. The curiosity in his friends voice though wanted otherwise.

"Alright, buddy." Foggy was anything but convinced. Matt was a terrible actor. "Whatever you say." He began to walk towards the door, leaving Matt alone. He stopped short, turning back. "And hey, make sure you turn the lights off before you leave. You may not be able to see the electricity bill, but I can."

Matt gave Foggy a frown as he gave him a thumbs up. "See you, Fog."

"So long, Murdock." Foggy called out, just as the sound of the door shutting filled Matt's ears. 

Matt had always liked being alone. It was something he grew a liking towards after moving out of the orphanage. Something about being in silence and having a whole place to yourself was like Disneyland for Matt. It was the very short amount of time that he was able to focus on work--and work alone. 

Yet tonight, he couldn't stop his mind from racing. He typed away at his laptop, finding himself deleting paragraphs on top of paragraphs from his closing statement. He couldn't fucking focus. Matt ran his hands over his face again, convincing himself mentally to snap out of it. If he just got this paragraph done, he would be set for trial on Monday. So why was this so hard?

Matt took a deep breath, remaining still after deleting the same paragraph he had just written. He was in a slump. An unmovable slump. He knew what he needed to do.

"God damnit." 

Matt closed his laptop quickly, pushing himself from his seat as he grabbed his coat that was resting in the chair next to him. 

He threw his arms inside his coat, walking towards the door as he flicked the lights off next to him. For the first time in three days, Matt's muscles had finally eased as he chased away his ego and accepted the truth. 

Matt had lost count how many times he had knocked. Maybe once? Maybe seven times? He wasn't sure. Every knock after the first one became a blur compared to the sound of his pounding heart. 

He heard the sound of a latch falling from the door as old wood creaked, revealing your face that was being covered with the look of exhaustion and confusion. 

"Matt?" You questioned, moving your head back as you looked at the blue numbers that reflected from your microwave clock. "It's almost midnight-" You turned back to Matt, your face still full of confusion. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry." His lips curled under, pressing into a straight line after those words escaped his mouth. His ego was still there, and fighting for attention. He needed to keep his mouth shut before he said something he regrated. "About what happened between us."

You stared blankly at Matt, confusion still wearing over your face. "Are you drunk?"

Matt scoffed. "Really?"

"Yes, really." You crossed your arms over your chest. "It's a rare sighting that Matt Murdock is ever found apologizing, so I want to know if your intoxicated or if this is the truth." You paused. "Say it again."

"What?"

"Say it again." You repeated your words. "Tell me your sorry so I know your not drunk."

Matt opened his mouth, just before shutting it again. God how you where testing his patience. He took a deep breath, saying a silent prayer asking for some form of forbearance that would allow him to remain calm around you. He knew that you didn't think he was drunk. You just never heard him say the S word before.

Sorry.

"I'm sorry." Matt said. His words where sincere, yet hinted with a small bit of annoyance. "About how things ended and the other night."

"Wow, you even added in the part about the other night." You leaned against your doorframe, wearing a prideful smile. "You must really be sorry." 

Matt remained silent. Sure he had a mouth full of words that where being trapped by the thought that they would only make things worse, but he still did feel bad. He knew he hurt you, he could hear it in the way you spoke to him despite your defensive sarcasm you used so often. Your words where weak despite how loudly your voice bantered them at his face. Like nails to a chalkboard, your voice would echo in his ears.

Standing there, you watched as Matt's static expression remained along the features of his face. You knew at some point you would have to face the fact that you had to move on. It had been years since the incident between you and Matt, and holding him at a grudge was something you didn't have the time for anymore. You where both adults. So it was time for you to handle it as an adult.

Words Matt didn't expect to come out of your mouth, escaped your lips after a rather long period of dead air.

"Thank you." You nodded, crossing your arms over your chest. "I-" You hesitated. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have gone off on you. We're adults and what happened between us is something that we need to get over. Sometimes things just don't workout." You loosely shrugged. 

"Yeah," Matt nodded, surprised by your words. "Sometimes they don't workout." 

After Matt finished speaking, he heard a small rise in your heartbeat. His head slightly cocked at the sound of it, and instantly he had a smug smirk wipe over his lips. No fucking way. You where turned on. 

In your defense, Matt had shown up at a bad time. You still where horny despite how shitty the other night went with Matt, and he didn't look terrible right now. His hair was messy, looking as if he had napped--or been stressed out and running his hands through his hair all day-- and his shirt sleeves where rolled up to his elbows, exposing the veins that where running down his arms and to the hands that where so large they could just about do anything-

Okay, pull yourself together. He's standing in front of you still.

"Well," You cleared your throat. You had hoped you didn't remain silent for too long. "Now that we've gotten that settled I uh-" You pointed behind you, not even caring that Matt couldn't see your motions. "I have an article to finish by tomorrow-"

"Yeah-" Matt interrupted you. "Yeah, you have work and it's late."

"Yeah." 

"Yeah." Matt repeated his words once more after you, pausing after. 

You both remained silent for a moment as you stared each other down. You where both utterly still, unmovable from the positions you where in. You both knew what the other wanted, yet neither of you could say it. 

Matt knew that though, hence why he made the first move. 

Reaching forward like a lion to its prey, Matt lifted you into his arms as your legs wrapped around his waist. Your lips collided together within seconds, like pieces to a missing puzzle finally being connected after God knows how long. Your hands tangled in his hair as he moved inside your apartment, kicking the door shut with his foot as your lips continue moving over each others. 

Matt walked forward, bumping into multiple different items along the way, even knocking over a family heirloom vase. 

It was fine, you didn't like the color anyway.

Thighs hitting the couch, Matt stops as he places you down. He stands up fully, unbuttoning his shirt quickly. This obviously wasn't the first time he had been in this situation. He was quick like a feather, moving delicately over you until his lips hovered over yours. 

"I think this apology went well." Matt said, a small smug smirk forming on his lips. 

"Matthew Michael Murdock I swear to God-"

"Yeah I know, I'll shut up." 

If their is one thing about Matt Murdock that returned in the span of a minute, that would be his pride. He wore it like a king, proudly wearing his crown of prideful tactics around his head that would become so puffed up at times that he couldn't fit through a door. Yet, at this moment, Matt follows through with your orders, because he knows he needs this as much as you and possibly even more.

Leaning down, Matt's lips meet yours again as his hand finds it's way to your waist. His fingers trace delicate patterns along your hip as his fingers hook to the inside of your shorts, pulling them down your thighs as his lips move to your jaw and down your neck. Your lustrous pleas ring in his ears and Matt grows harder with every passing second.

When your shorts where finally discarded to the floor, Matt's lips continue to pass over yours, making small moans and pleased sounds escape from Matt's throat. You indistinctively smirk as Matt edges closer over you. You can see his breathing intensifying with every movement from his chest.

"You sure about this?" He questions. His breathing cuts his words short. He's desperate. Like a drug addict to heroine or a dog to a bone. Absolutely whipped. "Cause I can leave. We don't need to do this."

"No, don't leave." You shook your head. "I want this."

Those three words where all Matt needed to continue. Toying with the thin string of your pajama top, Matt draws the material down your arm as he pulls you somehow further under him. 

Matt's hands made the ultimate move of power. The power you allowed him to have only for the mere fact you both needed this more then anything. 

His hand moved around your throat, your pulse thumping against the palm of his hand and vibrating to the tips of his fingers. He could hear your fingers softly grazing against his back until they finally found way to his shoulders, digging your nails into the skin of his body. Your body was flushed and overstimulated, filling him with an unmatched ego knowing he hadn't even started yet. 

Your strangled gasps as you whispered, "Harder" against Matt's hand made him throb with a need that was so animalistic that he couldn't hold back any longer. The rumble of his pleasure rang through his chest, echoing through his voice. He could feel the drips of sweat that where moving down your body, the feeling of pure bliss that soaked through your skin as Matt's grip tightened around your neck and his tongue made way from your jaw down to your neck, then continuing down your body. 

The sweet saltiness rested on the tip of Matt's tongue, making Matt's endorphins run wild. 

Somehow, despite how hung up Matt had been over you the past few days, you had become his escape. A way to loose himself and give into something that nobody else could give into. 

Matt's tongue stopped at the inside of your thighs, pushing them aside with his hands as he moved two fingers over your clit. He grasped moisture from the inside of your legs before plunging his index and middle finger inside of you, listening as you let out a small gasp and grabbed onto his shoulders even tighter. 

Matt's fingers where quick to move deep inside of you. He felt the way your walls closed around him again and again, you where desperate. An absolute whore for him.  He had you on edge and he knew it, making him pick up his pace as he curled his fingers and found your g-string without any hesitation. 

Your body violently trembled beneath him as your back arched. Letting out a large moan, Matt plunges his fingers in and out of you. Small sweat beads form around your body from the heat and tension of both of you. 

The bass of Matt's voice made the atoms of the air vibrate against your ears, "C'mon sweetheart, that's it. Let yourself go."

You instantly let out something between a yell and a moan, leading your voice into a desperate crackling sound that pushed against the grip of Matt's hand, making him buckle. The rush of wetness around Matt's fingers made him hungry, absolutely desperate. 

Pulling you up by the throat, Matt continues pumping his fingers in and out of you as his lips ghost against yours. He could feel the gusts of your last possible breaths fanning against his face, a smirk appearing on his face as you whimpered at the feeling of Matt's hands working wonders inside of you.

His fingers lessened their grip and he reveled in the way your lungs instantly filled, his ears picking up on the rattling gasps as your instincts tried to save you from a fate you where willing to take so eagerly.

His words were careful and measured as he whispered against the quivering lips of his most favorite distraction, "Take a deep breath my love, we're just getting started." 

My Love. 

God this man could give you an orgasm with just his words.

Within seconds, you could feel Matt push you back down as his lips continued moving over yours. He pushed your legs apart eagerly as you felt the tip of his cock move against the inside of your thigh. He moved against you a few times, making you whimper at just the feeling of him getting close to you.

If you from three days ago could see you know, she would be pissed. Way to go. Now the man who you hated is now teasing your entrance as you whimper like an absolute mess. 

"Matt- God- Please." You whined against his lips. "Are you going to fuck me or not?"

"I was thinking about it." He smirked against your lips, testing your entrance one more time. 

"You are such a stubborn son of a-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, Matt plunged himself inside of you without warning. As he thrusted once, you felt your sight grow blurry as stars appeared. This man was a drug. An absolute animalistic drug that drove your mind crazy. Your nails dug deeper into the skin of his shoulders as you lifted yourself up slightly, edging for him to go further inside of you.

"You where saying, love?" He cooed, lightly biting at the skin of your neck as he thrusted into you once, making the couch under you both move with the impact. His tongue was scorching against the salty skin of your neck, spatting words that where as degrading as venom. Yet, coming from the devil, they felt as free as sin. 

He grunted as he continued thrusting in and out of you, broken moans lighting the room up as breathless words escaped his mouth. With every movement he made, it was almost like a threat. A threat that he would absolutely paint your insides with the color of himself, claiming you as his. 

You where both soaked with sweat, watching as it dripped down Matt's chest and down to the middle of your breasts. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt you close around him, making his entire body grow tense at the sudden feeling. 

"You liked that?" He questions, leaving you with another broken thrust. He was exhausted, absolutely drenched in his own sweat. You replied with a moan that shook the room, making Matt smirk against your skin as he thrusted three times, absolutely railing your insides. "My slut. My dirty fucking slut." 

With those words, the entire room began spinning. The world become black as your head arched back, being kept up by the grasp of Matt's hand that found it's way around your neck again. Your body tensed up as a river of pure bliss ran down Matt's cock. Soon after, the sound of Matt's sinful voice rang in your ears, repeating words of praise as he released inside of you. 

After waiting a few moments and calming yourselves down, Matt slowly slipped out from you, falling behind him as he leaned against the leather of the couch as you laid flat against your back. Heavy breathing overtook the room for a moment before Matt spoke up.

"This...went much better then expected." Matt scoffed, letting his head fall back against the couch. 

"This went much better." You agreed, finding yourself even smiling. Why the fuck where you smiling? "Much much better."

Remaining silent as Matt let out a small laugh, you both found yourselves unmovable once again. But, as if called upon, Matt's voice made another appearance. 

"You wouldn't maybe want to go again, would you?" He questioned, making your head pop up from the couch. "For old times sake."

Without a second of hesitation, you shot up from your spot as Matt's hands tangled around your body. He leaned onto his back as you straddled his lap. He was caught in your grasp, blissed in the presence of your mind and soul. Leaving him reliably and utterly 

Unmovable 

A/N-  I knew the praise words would get to you all...Let me guess, it was him saying 'My Love' huh?

How did we all enjoy this? I know the ending was a bit off but tbh I wanted to leave it in a way where I didn't have to continue it just because part three's to one shots are a pain in my ass to write lol. 

Give me any ideas you may have! I will happily write any of your ideas and will try and get them up ASAP. My schedule has been a bit more free so I have had more time to spend on my writing which I am thankful for. 

Have a great day/night and stay safe my wonderful readers <3

Daisy :)