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Matt quietly entered his apartment, needing to be somewhere that Sister Maggie wasn’t. Not after his “conversation” with Foggy - if he could even call it a conversation. He knew what both she and Father Lantom would say, and he couldn’t deal with that right now. He needed sleep before he did what he had to come morning. He dropped his hat and coat onto the couch and kicked off his shoes, telling himself he’ll deal with them in the morning.
A key turning in the lock on his door made him pause, but he knew who was on the other side. He sighed, staying where he was, too exhausted to bother running up the fire escape and onto the roof.
“Get out, and leave the key,” Matt muttered, voice breaking the quiet.
“So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” You were already pissed, and he was just making you angrier. But you were still worried. Of course you were. This was Matt, and you would always worry about him.
Matt just shrugged, trying to act like he didn’t care, but you knew better. This was just him being the fucking idiot that he was.
“I had to hear everything from a drunk Foggy! We call each other every night after what happened because that’s what good friends do, not that you’d know anything about that, and he starts rambling about how he was ghosted by a ghost. Couldn’t understand half the stuff he was saying, so I met up with him. Didn’t make understanding him much easier, but I eventually got the gist of it. That you’re doing what you always do. Being an annoying, self-righteous prick who pushes the only people in his life away. Well, newsflash, buddy, we’re not leaving.” You were breathing heavily now, getting really riled up.
“Just shut up and leave! Fucking hell!” Matt finally yelled out, getting furious himself. Why did people never listen to him?!
“No! Fuck you, Matt! You make us believe that you were dead and then told Foggy that you’re not back and to just forget about you! That you’re not Matt Murdock anymore. I mean, what the hell is that supposed to mean?! And you made him tell us! You didn’t even have the fucking balls to tell me or Karen to our fucking faces?! You’re a fucking coward, Matthew Murdock!”
“Are you done?” Matt was. He just wanted to rest, not argue with you.
You scoff.
“Not even close! We’ve been with you through everything, and this is how you treat us?! We don’t deserve this, Matt!” You could feel yourself breaking a little at this point.
“You’re right. You deserve better. That’s why I’m doing what I am.” And clearly, so was he.
“Don’t you think we deserve to choose whether you’re in our lives or not?” You questioned.
“Not when it comes to this,” he simply replied.
“Well, I’m deciding differently,” you retorted, pushing him against the wall, hands against his chest.
“Why are you here?” Matt breathed out, struggling with you so close.
You didn’t answer him with words; instead, you slammed your lips against his.
Matt groaned and pushed his tongue past the seam of your lips. The kiss was more like you were fighting than kissing. Lips were bitten, teeth clashed, tongues fought. But it was what you both needed. And you needed more.
He grabbed under your ass, and you jumped up to wrap your legs around his hips. He moved quickly towards his bedroom and sat on the edge of his bed, with you straddling his lap. Your kisses were still frenzied and harsh, but you somehow managed to remove both of your shirts. Matt tried to move to take off your trousers, but you shook your head.
“No time,” you mumbled, lips still pressed against his. “Just rip them.”
A loud tear echoed around the room, not that either of you noticed.
Your hands went to Matt’s belt and quickly unbuckled it, unzipping his pants as fast as you could. He managed to move them down his legs a little, but you were too impatient and pulled his thick, hard cock out from his boxers.
Matt moaned against your lips, the vibrations going through your body and to your core. You spat into your hand and gave his cock a few quick strokes before slamming yourself down on him, too turned on and needy for any proper foreplay or care.
The sex was rough and heated. Like you both needed it more than air. You pulled at Matt’s hair while he bit kisses into your neck and shoulder. He pulled you closer so you could wrap your arms around his back and mark your own scratches into his already scarred skin. You kissed the scars on his chest, and he let out a whine, his body shuddering at the intimate feeling.
You were both getting close, neither of you being able to last long with the way he was hitting all the right spots inside you, and you clenching around him. He kissed you deeply, wanting to feel and taste you everywhere, wanting to crawl inside you and stay there forever. He didn’t want to have to worry about anything anymore. Maybe you were right, and you could help him. But if you got hurt, he would never forgive himself. He would rather throw himself off a four-storey building than see you hurt. He didn’t know what to do. But maybe that was okay. Maybe he could figure things out tomorrow. Maybe he could figure things out with you.
You both came. Hard. Harder than either of you ever had before. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to walk properly tomorrow. But that was a problem for future-you. Present-you just wanted to press your forehead to Matt’s and feel him.
Matt slowly moved you both so that you were lying down, him still inside you, and wrangled the sheets over your heated bodies.
Things were unclear, but nothing really mattered right now. Not when Matt had his arms around you and your head was on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat, and you assumed that yours was beating just as fast.
You could finally feel his quick breaths on the top of your head gradually slowing down after God knows how long. You both just stayed there, content and blissfully unaware.
You kissed and stroked his chest, and he did the same to the top of your head, easing both of you to sleep.
You both knew that you needed to talk, but that could wait until tomorrow.
Right now, you both needed a good night’s sleep.
And that’s exactly what you got.
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