||Matt Murdock x Reader|| One shots||

God, I hate you (Part 2)

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."