This short piece was written based on the following prompt: Karen’s dad has passed. Knowing her, she doesn’t want to involve Matt or Foggy with anything—especially stuff relating to her family. However, as she gets into her car to head to her hometown for the funeral—Matt catches her hand, and tells her that he won’t let her face this on her own. The two of them make the drive and find themselves parked outside of her childhood home.
A Tuesday morning—with no sense of normalcy left in its wake. Matt and Karen had reached their final destination, but to Karen—it was more like an obstacle in her path. Her path of moving on. She’d stayed away from her childhood home, and was convinced she’d forgotten about most of her memories there—which was really just an attempt to forget her past. However, as she approached the front porch, heels clicking against the sidewalk—she eyed remnants of colorful chalk so absorbed into the sidewalk from years of being there, that to a stranger they’d think it was made like that. She saw the dent in the wooden chair placed on the corner of the porch, remembering how she’d fallen there while using her old barbie skates.
She found herself laughing, but halted the noise as soon as she realized her eyes were getting glossy.
Matt had stayed silent for the most part. He kept to himself, out of respect for her mourning and not wanting to overstep. Karen had let herself in after unlocking the front door, and Matt followed in suit. The house—it felt so cold and empty to her. It reminded her of walking into Frank’s house, feeling like ghosts of memories were flooding her mind—but this time—they were hers. She walked into the kitchen and stood there in silence, and before Matt could reach out to provide her some type of physical reassurance, she spoke softly.
“It’s so quiet, Matt—I hate it..”
Matt’s larger hand had slowly placed itself on her shoulder, and Karen turned her head, staring at him now with tears welling in her blue eyes.
Matt didn’t need to see to know that even as she cried, she looked beautiful.
“It’s not quiet at all. I hear the bluejays chirping on the front porch. I hear the wind chime hanging in the backyard. I hear the leaves rustling in the neighboring trees. I hear the heart of someone grieving, and in pain. I hear you, Karen.”
She hugged Matt tightly, burying her head into the nook of his shoulder, and his arms enveloped her in a warm embrace. The feeling of emptiness and cold in the house was replaced by Matt’s touch and the warmth he radiated.
Slowly, she worked herself up enough to enter her bedroom, and Matt once again followed in tow. He let her lead, but found himself tracing objects on his own, a small chuckle escaping his lips; his fingers had traced over a track and field trophy.
“You were on the track team?”
Karen immediately felt the heat rush to her cheeks, as she told Matt he “Shouldn’t be snooping in a girl’s bedroom!” Unsurprisingly, the man responded to her quip, saying “You invited me into it.”
Both of them began to laugh, and Karen was reminded that she wasn’t alone—or, as alone as she’d thought.
Summary: You give Matt a surprise visit at the Nelson&Murdock Lawfirm and he can't control himself at the thought of being with you again.
Warnings: Smut (18+ minors dni), fingering, and unprotected sex
Word Count: 2471
Matt sat in his office with a diligent tilt in his brows. He had been working on collecting some evidence for the same case for about 72 hours now, and the constant chatter from Foggy and Karen was not helping. He tried to zone in on his brail files but it was no use. The smell of Chinese food had entered his senses and the idea of finally eating something besides saltine crackers and lukewarm coffee made his stomach growl. He put down the files and listened happily as Foggy shouted over to him.
“Foods here.”
Matt was at the small table they used for group lunch breaks in a matter of seconds. He smiled wider as the smell of General Xao’s chicken filled his nostrils.
“How’s the investigation going?” Karen teased, adding a mocking tone to make it obvious that she thought Matt was overworking himself.
“You think it’s funny, but trust me on this one. I could flip this case upside down.” He replied, only half serious.
Foggy waved his hand wildly in the air, between Matt and Karen as the three of them sat down with their meals. “No business during our lunch break.” His voice was muffled by the spring roll he had already shoved in his mouth.
Matt and Karen laughed before digging into their rice and lo mein. The table was quiet for a while as the group ate their meals, but the silence didn’t last long as Foggy began to talk about an indie rock band whose music he had recently stumbled across online. He told his friends about the strange lyrics they wrote, but how he somehow enjoyed the music. This story made Karen laugh loudly, making Matt smile softly while chewing his food. Their breaks usually went like this, but today something felt slightly different to Matt.
He could smell something familiar in the air. A mixture of sea salt and a familiar skin. He practically choked on a piece of chicken when he heard your footsteps. A familiar rhythm pacing toward the office. It couldn’t be you, there was absolutely no way you were in Hell’s Kitchen, He thought to himself.
But you were in Hell’s Kitchen, and you were on your way to visit the famous Nelson&Murdock Lawfirm to see your two closest friends from college. It had been a while since you saw Foggy and Matt. After graduating from Columbia you moved to California searching for more high-profile clientele. You were able to make small trips to New York for the first couple of years but eventually, you and your old friends were too busy to make cross country visits for anything other than business. Luckily one of your clients was involved in a case in the city and wouldn’t accept anyone but you as their lawyer, giving you the perfect excuse to finally visit Matt.
You walked through the front doors of the office and watched as everyone’s heads turned in your direction. Matt could hear the tight fabric of your skirt rubbing against your skin.
“I’m looking for Nelson and Murdock.” you teased.
Foggy practically jumped out of his chair. “What are you doing here.” He smiled before giving you a tight hug.
“I was in the area.” You said very nonchalantly.
The sound of your voice sent shivers down Matt’s spine. It had been far too long since he heard you so clearly. He didn’t enjoy the version of your voice that often sounded glitched and broken up over his cell phone. He missed hearing you take in a breath between stretched-out sentences and the melody that always seemed to accompany your tone. Now you were in front of him and he could actually sense you nearby. Your smell and the sound of your fluttering heart deep within your chest.
Slowly, Matt stood up from his chair and made his way up to you.
“You look great,” he said with a smirk.
You couldn’t help but laugh at the humor you had once enjoyed so much. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his arms met your waist and suddenly your feet were off the ground. He spun you in a small circle causing both of you to giggle like children.
“They were really good friends in college.” Foggy whispered to Karen, who seemed extremely confused.
When Matt finally put you down you were both out of breath from the laughing and spinning. “This is Karen, she works with me and Foggy.” He said between breaths.
You finally looked over at Karen who almost seemed disgusted at the open display of affection. “It’s nice to meet you, Karen, I’m sorry for the interruption this is the only place I knew I could find them.”
Karen nodded politely before putting her hand out to be shaken. “It’s nice to meet you too.” She mumbled. You quickly took her hand in yours and shook it warmly.
Matt could tell the smile on your face was now being forced in place by a series of muscles. He could hear your heart pick up speed and the clenching of your jaw. You were jealous of Karen, or at the least angry with her presence. It made him snicker to himself.
As time went on and introductions passed Foggy took Karen back to the break room, allowing you and Matt to sneak over to his office for a private conversation. You watched as the blind man closed his door behind the two of you.
“This is unexpected,” he said with that smirk you found far too hard to forget.
“I like surprises, plus I haven’t heard from you in a while. I needed to make sure you didn’t forget about me.” You replied.
You were both sitting now, Matt behind his desk and you on the other side, staring down the man you once thought you couldn’t live a day without.
“How could I forget about you?” He questioned, almost sounding genuine.
You rolled your eyes before getting out of your seat and walking a few steps toward the office window, which faced directly toward the break room. “I should’ve known you had a thing for blondes.” you grimaced.
Matt couldn’t help but laugh at your blatant jealousy. “It’s not like that between us.” He tried to reassure you.
“Oh really? Because I bet she’s asking Foggy what he thinks we’re talking about right now.” You said, instantly coming up with a mischievous plan.
“That doesn’t matter-” Matt started, but he immediately cut himself off when he heard you close the blinds to his office. “Why did you do that?” He sighed.
“I gave her something to talk about.” You snickered devilishly.
“You’ve always been a trouble maker.” He leaned back in his chair and listened as you made your way to his side of the desk and leaned patiently on the wooden fixture across from him.
“I missed you.” You practically whispered. Matt used to love it when you made your voice sound like that. That tone was always accompanied by a growing wetness between your thighs, and he wondered if there was any difference between then and now.
“Did you really?” he replied smugly before placing a hand on your knee.
You let your eyes travel down to Matt’s crotch, immediately noticing the growing bulge underneath his trousers. Without hesitation you placed your hand over his, pulling it further and further between your legs until it was lost under your skirt.
Matt felt himself completely harden as his thumb brushed over the damp fabric of your underwear. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” He sounded breathless.
“Okay,” you said plainly before taking your hand away from his, but Matt didn’t move. He could feel the eager smile that planted itself on your lips as he tried hard to stop himself from bending you over the table.
“You’re terrible.” He said hungrily.
You lightly grabbed his tie, pulling him up so that the two of you stood face to face. You felt his thumb begin to trace light circles around your folds as you looked down at his lips.
“I know,” you replied in the whisper he enjoyed so deeply.
Matt’s reaction was visceral. He pressed his lips against yours, forcing you onto your back as he pushed your skirt up to your waist. You couldn’t help but smile as he placed his right hand lightly over your throat and let his left hand pull your panties down to your ankles. Slowly he separated your lips and whispered lowly into your ear.
“Open your mouth.”
You did as you were told and let out a soft moan as he slipped two of his fingers into your mouth. You covered them in your saliva and sucked them lightly as if they were his cock. He let out a few shuddered breaths before taking his fingers completely out of your mouth and bringing them down to your soaking wet folds.
Slowly he slid his fingers into you and listened as you let out a quiet moan. As he picked up speed and tightened his grip around your neck the moans became louder, until he was sure that if he continued on, Foggy would be unable to come up with more excuses for the two of you. He took his hand off of your throat and placed it firmly over your mouth. This turned you on even more and suddenly he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.
You forced yourself to sit up, noticing the absence of his digits and trying to figure out what he had done. It didn’t take long for you to get the hint as he unzipped his pants to reveal his, already glistening, cock. Your mouth immediately began to water as you imagined your lips wrapped around him.
“Get on your back.” He demanded, and you did so willingly. That wasn’t even the correct term for it. You were beyond willing, excited even, to have Matt inside of you again. Off the record, it was the reason you came back to New York. Your time in California had made one thing painfully clear, nobody could fuck you like Matt Murdock.
You felt his tip travel up and down your lips before he smoothly fit his entire member inside of you. You took in a quick gasp arching your back and nearly forcing your head off the other end of the desk. When you straightened yourself out you could now see Matt on top of you. His tie dangling over you as he let you adjust to his size.
“You have to be quiet, okay?” His voice was painfully low and it took everything inside of you not to cum that very second.
You managed to give him a quick nod before pulling him down to your level and giving him a sloppy kiss. He gladly reciprocated, letting his tongue roll over yours as your lips smacked together. Suddenly you couldn’t bring yourself to keep up the kissing, as Matt started to thrust himself into you, causing ripples of pleasure to pulse throughout your body. You wanted to scream out his name but the thought of being interrupted stopped you from producing anything but a whimper.
You dug your nails so deep into his white dress shirt you were afraid it would rip under your fingers. Matt let himself groan softly into the crook of your neck as he continued filling every inch of your insides. You loved the feeling of him and it was clear to you now that Matt had missed it as much as you.
Suddenly you came up with another devious plan. You decided to push your luck and see how far you could make Matt go before you both reached your release. “You got soft while I was gone?” You asked, trying hard to stay composed.
Matt was too caught up in the feeling of you to fully register what you meant. You watched as he lifted his head so that it was directly above yours. “What?” he questioned, his brain fogged with lust and his senses completely overstimulated.
“You used to fuck me harder.” You replied with an absolutely devilish grin.
Matt immediately knew what you were getting at. He put both of his hands at your hips and began to buck into you wildly. You quickly grabbed onto the back of the desk as his force pushed your head over the edge, giving you a perfect view of the door. You couldn’t help the sounds that escaped your lips as he seemed to get deeper and deeper with every move he made. Just as you were about to burst Matt stopped abruptly before a soft knock sounded off on the other side of the door.
“Hey Matt, lunch break’s almost over,” Foggy announced.
“Okay, I’ll be out in a minute.” He replied, still deep inside of you.
You looked up at Matt who was clearly listening intently for the sound of Foggy walking away. Once he deemed his partner was far enough he got right back to work, continuously hitting your sweet spot until finally, you screamed out as you unraveled beneath him. And with nowhere for him to go he came quickly after, coating your walls with his warmth.
Slowly you caught your breath and managed to hoist yourself up and over the edge of the desk. Matt was smiling uncontrollably. You watched as he wiped the sweat off of his brow before pulling his pants back up.
“I think they may have heard me.” you giggled. Matt could only laugh at your feigned innocence as he listened to you pull back on your underwear and soak them in a mixture of his and your juices.
“How long are you staying for?” He panted.
“I have a trial in the city so I’ll probably be here for a while, or at least I’ll be back and forth more often.” You replied while attempting to flatten your hair in the reflection of the office window.
“So… do you think we could meet up again, maybe for dinner?” He was walking toward you now and by the time you turned around, he was mear inches away from you.
“Sure, but definitely not here, your co-workers are gonna hate me.” You chuckled, adjusting your skirt so that it was placed nicely back down at your hips.
“Agreed.” He chuckled and gave you a light peck.
You smiled against his lips before opening the door and making your way out of the office.
Foggy watched you leave and slowly turned back toward Karen, who he knew was staring. “Yeah, they were really good friends.” He mumbled, feeling embarrassed to be associated with two of his college friends who clearly just fucked in the other room.
“I’m sure they are,” Karen replied with an uncomfortable smile.
I am going crazy I am ripping up the carpet I can't take it anymore I need to run my hands through his hair and tell him he's the prettiest fucking boy ever I am losing my mind
