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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — explicitlanguage, sexual content, age gap, soft!Matt, praise kink
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — You are Matt Murdock's intern at his law office and one night you both stay late to catch up on his current caseload. You'd had an innocent crush on him since you started working under him, but you never thought the feelings would be reciprocated. What could possibly come from staying late at the office alone with Mr. Murdock?
You knew you should've been focusing more on your work all day, but you couldn't stop staring at Mr. Murdock.
Ever since your internship started two weeks ago, you immediately had developed a crush on him, despite him being your boss — and not to mention, at least ten years older than you. But you didn't have much control over your feelings when it came to his brown hair, rounded glasses that perched on the bridge of his nose, and his soft smile.
So now here you were, staying extremely late at the law office with him, all because you couldn't manage to finish your work like you were supposed to.
Technically, this was his fault.
"Is everything okay?"
Mr. Murdock's voice pulled you from your distracting thoughts, your eyes lifting from the stack of files in front of you to peek up at his figure hovering over you, your heart already hammering against your chest at his close proximity.
"I'm sorry?" you squeaked.
"You're awfully quiet tonight," he stated coolly, his hands resting on top of his walking stick. "And you've been distracted today, are you okay?"
He was always attentive, kind. There were days when he would bring you coffee in the morning, when it should be you bringing it to him. Lunch was always on him, you hadn't had to pay for lunch since you had first arrived, and he always walked out with you after a work day to ensure you arrived at your car safely.
It was no wonder you couldn't focus.
"I'm just, um," you laughed softly, brushing your hair back over your shoulder nervously. "I'm just distracted, I'm sorry. I shouldn't let that interfere with work."
The corner of his lip lifted faintly.
"By what?"
His brazen question took you off guard, your lips parting faintly as you blinked apprehensively up at him — although he couldn't see it. Your hands receded from the desk into your lap, your fingers fumbling with the hem of your plaid skirt.
