#daredevil x reader

Karen’s office that evening, and most days if Matt were being honest, closely resembled that of a serial killer's. One wall was apparently almost completely hidden behind newspaper clippings, surveillance photos, maps of the city, and names connected by colored string and sticky notes. Mugs half filled with slightly viscous, forgotten coffee littered nearly every available surface. The scent made his nose itch.

Foggy stood in front of the board with his sleeves rolled to his elbows, reading over the same list for what had to be the tenth time. “We're running out of people to look into, everyone has either skipped town or already been arrested.” Karen didn’t even look up from the file in her hands. “That’s good news, Foggy.”

“I’m just saying.”

Matt was leaned back against the edge of her desk, tie loosened after an exhausting day in court. Foggy sighed again, “I don’t know how much longer Marci is gonna put up with this.” Karen finally glanced up. “That bad?”

“Oh, she’s trying” He rubbed a hand over his face. “But I've got two security guys following her everywhere, they check every room, store, restaurant before she even enters.” He let out a tired laugh. “Yesterday she got into an argument with one because he wouldn’t let her walk into a florist without scoping it out first.” Foggy looked worn out, one too many nights dealing with an angry Marci would do that to anyone, even her husband. Matt winced.

Foggy rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “And she’s getting.. snappy.” Matt couldn’t help the faint smile that tugged at his mouth at that. “I noticed.”

“Oh, you’ve noticed?”

“I heard her yell at you in your office yesterday.”

Karen snorted into her coffee while Foggy looked offended. “That was a private marital disagreement.”

"Well Marci 'maritally disagrees' with you very loudly."

Foggy grabbed a piece of bunched up paper from Karen's desk and chucked it at Matt. He let Foggy have this one and it bounced unceremoniously off of his chest. Karen shook her head before piping up, “Frank’s not much better.” Both men looked over. She shrugged, trying to sound casual. “He insists on driving me here every morning. And then he stays.”

Foggy frowned. "Stays?”

“He sits downstairs or circles the building in his truck.”

“All day?”

“Yep.”

Matt lifted an eyebrow as Karen smiled into her mug, trying and failing to act irritated. He listened quietly, could hear it in her heartbeat. The affection rather than annoyance, even if she’d never admit just how much she enjoyed his fussing. Foggy looked toward Matt. “And you?”

He was quiet for a moment, thinking back to how difficult these weeks have been for you. How unhappy you've been. Fuck, he felt so guilty. And he's really been starting to worry about you pulling away until the other night on the roof. His face warmed slightly remembering that evening and he cleared his throat. Finally he exhaled. “She’s trying very hard lately not to let me see how frustrated she is.”

Karen looked back down at the file in her hands, brows scrunching up sympathetically. “Poor kid.” Matt's head tilted as the room fell quiet. Even Foggy didn’t have a joke. After a long moment Matt cleared his throat. “Well," he straightened, deliberately changing the subject, “so.” He gestured toward Karen’s evidence board. “Tell us you’ve got something before all three of our relationships implode.”

Karen smiled. “I actually might.” She crossed to the wall, pulling out a thumbtack that held up a handful of photos from beneath one of the strings. She crossed over the room and Matt could hear as she spread the photos across her desk.

"Mugshots. And some arrest records," she supplied helpfully and handed Matt some braille copies of the records. He quietly began to run his fingers over them, noting nothing that seemed particularly impressive.

No financiers or mysterious puppet masters. Just muscle, grunts. They were certainly violent, but regular men all the same. This is it? That can't be all that's left.

Karen tapped one of the photos. “This guy worked collections.” She tapped on another. “Protection and enforcement for this one seems like.” Foggy frowned. “That’s it?”

Karen shrugged, chewing on her thumbnail in thought. “That’s what worries me.” Matt pushed away from the desk to stand up and face her. “Why?” She glanced over. “Because it feels too easy.”

Matt nodded once. He’d been thinking the same thing. These weren’t planners or organizers. They weren’t people capable of building something as large as the trafficking operation they’d just dismantled. They were just employees. Disposable ones.

Karen pointed toward another photo. “This one was seen a few times at one of the warehouses.” Then she paused slightly before pointing at another. “This guy handled transportation.” Then another, he heard her heart pick up before speaking. “And this big guy was apparently connected to Fisk’s old network, but his trail went cold back then and seems like Feds kind of just let it go.”

Foggy folded his arms. “...So nobody important.”

“No.”

Matt was already sorting through the information in his head. "It's like they’re independent contractors for criminals.” Karen snorted and looked over. “That’s what I think too.” Nothing ideological or particularly loyal, just guys who got paid for a service. “These kinds of guys just follow money.” Matt dropped the papers back onto the desk. “They all do.”

Foggy looked between them. “Meaning?”

Matt shrugged. “The organization is gone and accounts are frozen. The assets were seized and all the people at the top are either in custody already or cooperating.”

Foggy’s expression slowly brightened. “So these guys have no one to follow... so we're good?” he clapped his hands together in a mock prayer and Matt couldn’t help the faint huff of amusement. Karen shook her head immediately “I’m not saying ignore them.”

“No,” Matt agreed quietly. “But they aren’t exactly an organized unit anymore.”

The room fell silent for a moment. Because they all understood what he meant. People like this weren’t loyal or avenging fallen comrades, weren’t interested in rebuilding an empire. They were opportunists, and the money had officially dried up. Foggy looked toward the evidence board. “So then, what are we talking about?” Karen crossed her arms. “A few loose ends worth checking on. Making sure nobody’s trying to connect with those fucks that are in custody.”

Matt nodded slowly. That part he could handle, easy. A few nights, some conversations and a little persuasion. He could probably finish this himself in one night if he wanted. Nothing that required an army, or justified the level of security currently surrounding their lives.

Foggy leaned against the desk. “So maybe we start scaling back?" Matt was quiet for a moment, and he felt Karen's surprise when he didn't immediately argue with Foggy's proposal. “You’re considering it," she said.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You are.”

Matt sighed. “A little.”

“What are you thinking?”

Matt folded his arms. "Well... no more people right outside our front doors". Foggy blinked. “Seriously?”

“Yea, they can stay downstairs.” Karen nodded slowly seeming agreement and Matt continued. “Security while they’re being driven or walking around the city... But maybe we don’t need someone standing over them every second when they’re indoors.”

Foggy looked impressed. “Look at you.” Matt ignored him. “If she goes shopping, Daniel can wait outside. If Marci goes somewhere, maybe you can tell her detail he can stay at the car.”

Foggy laughed. “Marci’s going to throw a parade.”

Matt found himself smiling despite everything. For the first time in weeks it felt like they were discussing life after this. Karen picked up a photo absently. "We should probably give it another week, case one of them turns up." Matt nodded. “A week.” Foggy immediately poked at him. “That’s practically optimism coming from you.”

“It’s not.” Matt rolled his eyes, and then his phone rang against the desk. The sound instantly pulled his attention away from the board as the robotic voice announced the caller. His shoulders relaxed ever so slightly and he smiled a little.

Princess♥️, Princess♥️, Princess♥️

His smile widened despite himself and Karen immediately feigned disgust at the contact name, "Oh, that’s pathetic.” Foggy craned his neck. “Do you have a heart next to her name?” Matt picked up the phone and huffed, "You know I can't see that."

There was no way in hell he was admitting to handing his phone over to you so you could add it, agreeing to your musings that it would "be so cute if we matched".

“You absolutely have a heart next to her name," Foggy looked at Karen. “He has a heart next to her name.” Karen snickered, “How adorable.” Matt had already long begun walking away so he could answer you, and Foggy called after him immediately. "Tell your wife we said hi.” He made an irritated grunt in response just before picking up the call, grateful that Foggy and Karen couldn't see his dopey smile.

“Hi, sweetheart."

The evening sun painted everything on the roof gold. That softer shade rather than the bright harsh gold of midday, that settled over Manhattan just before the sun fully set, turning windows into mirrors and making the whole city glow.

You sat curled upon one of the lounge chairs with your laptop balanced across your thighs. A latte from downstairs was on the low table beside you, still warm enough to curl steam into the air. Next to it sat a small spinach and cheese quiche you’d picked up too and promptly forgotten about after getting distracted by work. Typical. Your inbox never seemed to understand the concept of business hours.

One tab held scheduled social media posts for Eversweet, another contained a drafted email to your supplier, and the third... had been sitting open for twenty minutes while you argued with yourself over whether a photo needed to be edited again. It probably didn’t.

The rooftop speakers played soft music through the garden planters over the sound of traffic humming below. A warm breeze occasionally stirred the loose strands of hair around your face, and it felt so peaceful. Almost normal, until a noise from the access door startled you.

You glanced up automatically as the door opened. Daniel stepped outside, one hand holding his phone. “Everything okay?” you asked. “Yeah," He looked vaguely annoyed. “I need to handle a team meeting."

“Oh.” You nodded seriously. “Very exciting.” His expression remained completely flat. “It isn’t, but I'll be fifteen minutes tops." You laughed, waving him off with a teasing, "Go do your little spy meeting.”

The corner of his mouth twitched and he pointed vaguely toward the stairwell. “I’ll be right outside, by the elevator.” Then he headed back toward the rooftop door and it closed behind him. And just like that you were alone again. At least, as alone as you were allowed to be these days.

You took another sip of your latte and glanced back at your laptop. A customer wanted to know if the strawberry vanilla syrup would ever be coming back permanently, and wanted recommendations for a matcha latte recipe. You smiled to yourself.

The sun dipped lower over the skyline and without meaning to, your thoughts drifted toward Matt. He was still at the office, later than usual. Maybe dinner could be easy tonight. Takeout? Mm... maybe chinese. Or maybe you’d convince him to make pasta together. The thought made you smile a little more. A cozy evening, just the two of you.

The thought made you smile a little.

After another minute you finally gave up pretending to work. Your laptop was carefully set aside onto the neighboring chair and you stretched your legs out in front of you with a quiet sigh. The distant sound of traffic, the softest rustle of the plants surrounding you, the faintest thud far below all blended together into a soothing tune. The city looked beautiful from up here.

Your hands wrapped around your latte again. Warm and comfortable. The rooftop had become your favorite place in the entire building and there were evenings where you found yourself wandering up here automatically. To sketch, or read, or sit with Matt.

Your cheeks warmed slightly at that thought. Especially when your mind immediately betrayed you and drifted back to the other night. The rooftop date and the blankets, the string lights that had remained ever since. The way he’d looked at you. Not to mention everything that he'd done to you after...

You smiled into your cup. God, that man. A little flutter worked through your stomach. If you were being honest the thing that kept replaying wasn’t the date or even the mind blowing sex. It was him and the words he’d said during it. Ones that seemed to have slipped out before he could stop them.

One day, when you’re ready…

Your heart squeezed as you stared out across the skyline.

Want to put a ring on your finger and mean it.

The memory hit harder now than it had that night, at the time you’d been too overwhelmed to really process it. Too busy feeling and loving him. Now you had the luxury of sitting here alone and actually thinking about it.

Matt wanted forever. Not in some abstract hypothetical 'maybe someday' way. He’d been saying it like it was a certainty, the only question in his mind being when you would accept. Heat climbed into your face immediately. Oh my god.

A ring. Matthew Murdock wanted to marry you. The thought still felt surreal and a little bit like a ridiculous fantasy. And wonderful, completely wonderful. An embarrassing giggle escaped you quietly as you shook your head.

Maybe you should talk to him about it... preferably while both of you were fully clothed and not distracted. The memory immediately made your stomach flip. A metallic clang echoed somewhere in the distance, but you barely registered it. Likely maintenance, they did wash the windows weekly at this building. In Manhattan there was always something. You took another sip.

Maybe you’d call him in a little while, see when he planned on coming home. You could convince him to stop working before midnight for once.

A faint scraping sound carried across the neighboring rooftops and your eyes flicked up automatically to the neighboring building. Nothing, just water towers and the last glow of sunset reflecting off the distant windows. You hummed softly to yourself and looked back down.

When you heard a heavy thud you frowned. Your fingers stiffened around your latte and you looked up again. For a moment you considered standing up to get a better look and immediately felt ridiculous. You lived in twenty story building, and buildings made noise.

A huff escaped your nose as you shook your head and made to reach for your laptop again.

Another noise, scraping and closer this time. Your hand paused where it'd been reaching. The sound had come from somewhere behind you, and now you heard a dull metallic thunk followed by the faint squeal of strained machinery. You frowned.

Okay, that one definitely didn’t sound like window washing.

Slowly you turned in your chair. String lights and planters, another seating area. Everything exactly where it should be. Your gaze drifted toward the far side of the rooftop and the concrete privacy wall that separated the penthouse from the exterior edge of the building. Nothing there either. You let out a quiet breath.

A scraping sound cut through the evening air loud enough this time that you immediately flinched. The noise came from beyond the wall. Your stomach tightened slightly. What the hell?

For a second everything went still again. Then a hand appeared and you froze further. A gloved hand wrapped around the top edge of the concrete wall. Your brain refused to process what you were seeing because it didn’t make sense. Nobody should be there, there's no fire escapes or other access except for the door leading directly into your home.

The hand disappeared before reappearing higher. Gripping harder and pulling when another hand appeared beside it. Then a head. A large, burly man hauled himself upward just enough for you to see him. Dark clothing. Masked.

For one completely disconnected second you actually thought, is he supposed to be here?

Then another head appeared beside him. And another. Your entire body went cold. Three men climbing onto your rooftop and every instinct in your body screamed. Run. The thought slammed into you so hard it almost felt like a physical blow.

The first man swung a leg over the wall. Then another, dropping heavily onto the rooftop concrete. Then the third. All of them moving with terrifying purpose and looking directly at you. Your pulse exploded. No. No no no no. This wasn’t happening this couldn’t be happening. Daniel was downstairs. Matt was-

Your phone.

The realization hit instantly and you lunged for it. The latte tipped over and splashed across the table and your fingers closed around the phone. You pressed the lock button four times in quick secession, activating the emergency shortcut immediately. No dialing screen or searching for contacts necessary, thanks to Daniel.

*NOW SHARING LOCATION WITH TEAM*

Calling Daniel...

Calling Matt♥️...

Good. Good. You shoved yourself out of the lounge chair so fast it nearly overturned behind you. The men were already moving.

“Stop her," the big man said coolly. The words carried clearly across the rooftop and ice flooded your veins. You ran for the rooftop access door and your phone remained clenched in one shaking hand as you sprinted.

The music still played softly from the speakers, absurdly normal and mocking. The evening sunlight already fading into deep indigo. And behind you footsteps were closing in fast.

Oh God. You were never going to make it. The realization hit a split second before a hand brushed the back of your sweater and you jerked sideways. The fingers missed barely as adrenaline exploded through your body. The rooftop door was only a foot away. You reached for the handle just as a hand closed around your wrist.

“No!” You twisted violently and the man nearly lost his grip as yanked it and swung your free hand blindly, your nails connected with skin. Hard. The attacker swore sharply as four burning lines ripped across his cheek. Good. You hoped it hurt.

Adrenaline drowned everything else out as you clawed for the door handle again. Then another hand caught your shoulder, yanking you too far to reach the door now. You screamed and the phone slipped from your grip from the harsh movement and clattered onto the rooftop concrete.

The man now holding your wrist tried to pull you further backward and you immediately dropped your weight, kicking and thrashing. You really wished you'd paid more attention when Matt had tried to teach you some basic maneuvers. But this seemed to be stalling them well enough. For how long though?

“Hold her!”

“Stop fucking moving!”

You drove your elbow backward as hard as you could and heard a low grunt. Another curse. For one glorious second somebody loosened their grip.

Then someone caught you around the waist and hoisted you up like a ragdoll, and the impact knocked the breath from your lungs.

You kicked wildly and tears burned behind your eyes now. A rough hand grabbed your forearm and another your shoulder now. Too many hands and too strong. When one hand tried to close over your mouth you bit down. Hard. A shout exploded above you as the taste of blood filled your mouth. The attacker jerked backward immediately. “Fucking bitch!”

Then the rooftop door slammed open, hard enough to shake the wall. Daniel's voice yelled out your name and relief hit so fast it almost made your knees give out. You’d never been so happy to hear someone’s voice.

Daniel moved instantly. One second he was in the doorway and the next he was charging across the rooftop toward you. And for the first time since this nightmare began hope came roaring back.

“Daniel!”

The second he reached the group, he drove his shoulder into the nearest attacker hard enough to send both of them crashing into one of the lounge chairs. The chair splintered beneath them. The man hit the concrete with a grunt. Daniel was already moving, one brutal punch followed by another.

The attacker folded. For one glorious second your heart leapt. He turned for the other two that were still left, eyes catching yours for one split second. “Get away from her!”

The giant man now holding your wrists with one hand tightened his grip on his other arm around your waist. Daniel caught the second attacker a few steps away from you with a punch that snapped his head sideways. The man stumbled and Daniel followed immediately. No wasted movement, just enough force to put him down.

Then the first man he'd downed moved, and a sharp crack split the evening air. Electricity arced blue for half a second and Daniel jerked violently. Your stomach dropped. No, oh god. The taser hit squarely in his side. Daniel's knees hit the ground immediately, followed by the rest of his body. Still he tried to get back up. One hand planted against the ground, fighting through it.

“Daniel!”

He looked toward you. Just for a second, and that second cost him. The second attacker he’d knocked down moments earlier surged upright. Something swung through the air in his hands. A clay planter? The crack against Daniel’s skull echoed across the rooftop. Your scream tore from your throat as he collapsed instantly. Down. Motionless.

The rooftop seemed to go silent. But all you could hear was the rushing in your ears. The huge man holding you adjusted his grip and started dragging you backward. Panic detonated. You screamed and fought again immediately, kicking and twisting. Trying desperately to break free as tears blurred your vision. “Let me go!” One of the other men grabbed for your arms.

“HELP!” The shout echoed across the rooftop. You felt hysterical. “Please-”

The giant man swore and hauled you closer. You dug your heels against the concrete. Anything to slow them down. Then your eyes found your phone, still lying near the rooftop door. Please let it still be connected. Your voice broke completely, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“MATT!”

The name tore itself from your throat. Desperate and raw.

“MATTHEW!”

You just needed him. Needed him to hear you. The second man immediately reached into his jacket. Something sharp bit into the side of your neck and you gasped. Burning. Cold. The rooftop tilted and the skyline blurred. Your legs stopped cooperating and the man holding you caught your weight easily as your knees buckled.

The last thing you saw was Daniel. Still sprawled motionless beside the shattered planter. Then the darkness creeping inward from the edges of your vision closed in.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

For a second all he heard was wind, maybe it was rustling, and his brows furrowed. Then a low and unfamiliar voice. “Stop her.” Matt’s smile vanished instantly and every muscle in his body locked. “Princess?”

The line crackled as he heard footsteps. A sharp scrape. Then you screamed. Matt was already moving before his brain fully caught up, the office door slamming against the wall behind him as he ran out. “Matt?” Foggy’s voice called. He ignored it, alarming employees as he rounded the lobby.

The elevator would take too long. He hit the stairwell door into the wall hard enough to dent it. "Sweetheart- answer me.”

Nothing. Then your voice again. “No-!” A crash of something falling over and the sound of a struggle reaching his ears. Matt took the stairs three at a time. His heart hammered violently against his ribs. No. Not you. This can't be fucking happening right now.

God damn it.

The stairwell door burst open as Matt reached the lobby. Security was already moving for the parked SUV. Someone shouted questions, Matt didn’t answer any of them. “Car!" he barked out.

The single word came out like a command. Nobody argued. The phone remained pressed against his ear as everyone jumped into the car. Breathing. Grunts. Movement. And then he heard your voice again, “Daniel!”

The driver barely waited for his door to close. Tires squealed echoed in the garage as they peeled out. Matt sat forward in the seat, and relief hit for half a second, because Daniel was there. Daniel had reached you. Good.

Then came sounds Matt never wanted to hear again. Impact as a body hit the concrete, and you screaming Daniel’s name again. Cold panic replaced any sense of relief he'd felt earlier. Every block felt too long. The city moved around him in useless noise that was only making harder for him to think. "Fuck- Drive faster!"

Traffic. Sirens. Pedestrians. Everything around him daring to be normal while you were somewhere terrified. While he wasn’t there. He heard you scream and his jaw clenched hard enough to ache. Fucking go faster. "Sweetheart- I'm almost there.” His voice broke around the words.

Then he your voice again. Small. Pleading. “Please-” Matt closed his eyes. God, please. Why was every good thing in his life always ripped away from him?

"MATT!” The sound ripped straight through him. Followed immediately by a louder, “MATTHEW!”

You were desperate and terrified. Calling for him. His stomach dropped so hard it felt like being punched.

The car hadn’t even fully stopped before Matt was out of it. The cane had been long forgotten back at the office. The lobby blurred past him as he sprinted for the elevator up. Every second felt endless.

He didn't even remember getting inside of the apartment, and suddenly he was sprinting up the steps to the roof two at a time. The rooftop door slammed open and he called out your name. Only wind answered him.

And then the smell hit. Blood. Ozone. Your adrenaline and lingering perfume. Matt stopped dead as the rooftop stretched out before him in pieces. Overthrown and splintered chairs. The sickly sweet scent of a spilled latte drying on the decking. His pulse hammered against his throat.

Then he noticed the heartbeat off to his left, slightly elevated. Matt crossed the rooftop immediately. “Daniel.”

The security agent lay partially on his side near the shattered remains of a planter. He could smell the faint copper of blood as it trickled from a cut near his temple and his breathing was ragged, but he was fine. Matt dropped into a crouch beside him. “Daniel.”

A groan. Daniel stirred weakly. His heartbeat immediately spiked when he recognized Matt. "Sir…” The guilt hit him before he even fully regained lucidity, Matt could hear it. Feel it. “I lost- her.” The words came out broken.

Matt swallowed hard. Not now. He couldn’t afford this right now. His hand closed around Daniel’s shoulder firmly. “Look at me.” The command landed harder than Matt intended and Daniel blinked, he sounded disoriented as he tried to force himself upright. Matt tightened his grip, then took a breath. “What happened?”

Daniel squeezed his eyes shut, trying to remember. "Three men.” Matt nodded once, then asked, “Armed?”

“Taser..." a pause. "But no guns.”

Good. That was something. “Faces?”

Daniel grimaced. “Mostly covered.” Matt’s jaw tightened. “Anything.” The security agent took another breath. Thinking. Then, “One of them… he was huge.” Matt went still. “How huge?” Daniel looked toward the darkening skyline. “Six-four maybe. Built like a fucking truck.”

Silence. Matt already knew. Of course. Those three idiots, the same loose ends Karen had spread across her desk less than an hour ago. The same grunts they’d all been discussing and ones he’d almost convinced himself weren’t worth worrying about. Rage rolled through him so fast it nearly made him dizzy.

His hands curled into fists. They hadn’t disappeared. They’d waited. And they'd taken you. Daniel seemed to noticed the shift in his posture immediately. “Do you know who they are?” Matt stood slowly. The city wind tugged at his suit jacket and mussed his hair as he headed for the door inside the house. “Yeah.” His voice sounded wrong. Even to him.

Daniel managed to push himself onto one elbow. “Where are you going?” Matt was already at the door to the stairs, his mind was moving faster than his body could follow. “I need you to stay here," he said. Daniel barked out a bitter laugh. “I don’t think I’ve got much choice.”

“Claire’s coming.”

Daniel frowned. “Who’s Claire?”

“A nurse.”

Matt was already pulling out his phone. “She’ll take a look at your head.” The security agent stared at him with what Matt imagined was bewilderment. "Just stay put.” He yanked the door open, stepping through the door.

“What about her?”

Matt stopped. Only for a second.

Please-

MATT!

MATTHEW!

His jaw locked. When he finally answered, his voice was low enough to almost disappear into the wind. “I’m calling a friend.”

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With Matt's heightened senses you weren't sure what to plan for the upcoming holiday; 4th of July in the states, especially in NYC for the 250 year anniversary, was going to be intense to say the least. Not even that most people really wanted to celebrate the country this year or what it stands for but who doesn't like a good party. New Yorkers have a reputation for going all out for every holiday, with new years eve being the most intense. Which means for Matt, tonight would be hell.

You had been planning all week how best to work with Matt’s senses. But today, you tried your best to get his apartment ready while he finished up at the office with Foggy and Karen. You had gotten him sound proof headphones, ear plugs and you prepared a home cooked meal. You tried to make his place as unstimulating as possible. Getting organic foods for dinner, keeping the AC on high and all the windows closed. With the sudden heat wave, you were trying to keep as much heat out of the apartment as possible. You cleaned the house and got some ice packs in the freezer. ________________________________________________________________

One thing Matt loved about you is how much you cared for him. He knew you would be trying to help him with the upcoming onslaught of noise that would happen in the next 24 hours. You had asked him through the week what he had done previous years for the celebrations. Now, it being the 4th of July. The celebrations were getting set up for the big event tonight. Matt didnt care for 4th of july, well no, more like hated it. Not only did it fuck up his senses, it also negatively effected the veterans and the few animals that did live in NYC. Not to mention the smell of gunpowder that would linger for the following days. And the sheer amount of pollution that would litter hell's kitchen because of it.

Matt had dealt with this holiday before, but this year there was also a heat wave. He hoped that his apartment would be cooler than the office. The AC was not working at Nelson and Murdock, the constant battle of what bill to pay off was lost this month when the AC bill came and went without a payment. Even so, it probably wouldn't have made much of a difference anyway. The building was old, and with Matt wearing his usual suit, it was a pretty rough day at the office. Most people come in to get help with their own slum landlords not fixing their own AC. It had been a long (hot) day. Some previous clients had dropped off old fans, and while a nice thought, nothing could get the heat out of the building. When Matt’s clock had called out his time to go home he basically ran out the door. Not that Hell's Kitchen was much cooler than the building. But at least the air wasn't being circulated over and over again. Matt quickly pushed his sleeves up his muscular arms, pulled his tie pulled loose, threw his jacket over his arm, and extended his cane to start the path back to you. Even with all of the annoyances of the day, Matt reminded himself that as he turned the block towards his apartment, you were home. And that's all he needed to remember as he tried to make his way home in the scorching heat.

As he came to the block of your shared apartment he could hear your elevated heart beat. Probably from you rushing to get everything ready for Matt to get home. He took the elevator up to his apartment and he could smell the hint of your pheromones in the air. Your sweat, excitement, and your elevated temperature. You had been prepping the whole afternoon for him. He walked down the hall and turned the handle to the door. He quietly unlocked the apartment and put his keys into the bowl, he listened to you rustling around the apartment. Putting the finishing touches on dinner. He noticed the faint sound of your favorite show on your phone as you cooked, keeping you distracted from hearing Matt at all. He waited until your back was turned to him, before he slowly made his way behind you. He quickly scooped you up from behind and attacked your neck with a flurry of kisses. Your gasp of surprise quickly changing into a giggling fit. As you turned your head around and gave him kisses back you noticed how disheveled he was. You could tell by the way his shirt clung to his muscular form that it was unbearably hot in the office today.

“You, sir, need a shower.” You teased as you finished up the final pieces of the recipe you were working on. You opened the oven door and bent over to put the food in. As you went to stand back up his hand tapped your ass in a teasing way back.

“You just want to see me with no clothes on” You smiled at that, thinking about what you both had done in the shower this morning.

“That would be an added bonus, but you are covered in sweat. And I'd rather you not be sweaty for dinner.”

Matt put up a small fight but he really did want to shower. It would help bring his temperature down and he could get the lingering sweat smell off of him. He undid his tie and peeled his shirt off, lucky for you the view from the kitchen was pretty good. You could see him change out of his work clothes from the island. It was sinful, the way Matt looked under his work shirt. The tight fit of his work pants made the round of his ass more predominant. He unzipped his pants and grabbed his waistband, slowly pulling them both down at the same time. His distracting v becoming more visible. It seemed he moved in slow motion as the waistband finally made it to the base of his cock. As he pulled them further down his semi hard cock slightly bounced when you bit your lip across the room.

“I can feel you staring sweetheart.” Matt teased.

“ Oh come on?” You rolled your eyes at him, not that he could really tell. “A girl can't enjoy the view?”

Matt seemed to chuckle at that one before pulling the rest of his pants off. He then stepped into the shower. ________________________________________________________________

After enjoying the meal you made, and some more teasing moments you were both exhausted to do anything else. You had made sure that Matt wasn't going to try and go out tonight as daredevil, due to the heat wave. Which didn't take much convincing. Matt wasn't going due to the fireworks making his senses dull. You knew the fireworks would probably start within the next hour but you had both decided that it would be best for Matt to try to get any sleep at all. So you both decided to head to bed early. You made sure that the AC was pumped so he wouldn't be affected by the heat along with everything else. He put in his noise reducing earbuds, then the headphones. It took a bit for him to fall asleep since he usually used your heartbeat as a way to fall asleep. But he finally settled for resting a hand over your chest to feel it under his finger tips. It wasn't long before the exhaustion from the day caught up to you both and you had quickly fallen asleep. ________________________________________________________________

The fireworks were going off later than usual and Matt was struggling to sleep. He had been tossing and turning. Just when he thought he could go back asleep the next one went off. He had tried not to wake you, you seemed so at peace. Unfortunately, for Matt, he barely slept at all. He was woken up right when the celebrations had started. He shifted in the bed, throwing a pillow over his head, anything to muffle the sound. Nothing was working. He took the pillow off of his head and tried to go back to sleep. It didn't help that you had both been too tired earlier to do anything. Now Matt was full of energy. He wanted you so badly, he had been trying to tease you earlier with the whole “shower show”. But you were both ready to eat and get ready for bed. Now he was rock hard, trying to will his erection away.

You woke up groggy, looking around for Matt. Your eyes quickly adjusted to the dark space and you saw Matt with his noise canceling headphone on. But judging by his expression, they weren't helping much. As you rolled over to Matt and put a gentle hand to his shoulder he seemed startled. He must have been trying to meditate the noise away. Now that you were fully awake, he took the headphones off but left the earplugs in. He sighed.

“I wasn't trying to wake you up too, ‘m sorry sweetheart” Matt leaned over and kissed your forehead and left his lips against your forehead.

“Are you okay matty?” You ask bringing your hand along his face trying to bring him familiar comfort. You moved him closer until you were able to pull him to your chest. Being close meant that he could focus on you. Your heart, your scent, your heat. Your hand started scratching his head the way he liked and he basically purred into your chest.

A firework went off. And you saw the way Matt reacted to it. If it was loud for you, you couldn't imagine how much it was for him. You pulled him as tight to your chest as you could. Sort of using your breasts as a buffer. You waited for Matt to calm down. Before you started scratching his head again then slowly moving down his neck, back and arms. He was melting into you, breathing you in. You felt Matt shift against you, and you felt his cock tented into his boxers. You waited a moment before asking.

“Matt… are you sure it wasn't just the sounds that woke you up?” you smiled into his hair. You rolled your hips into his growing erection. You were still worked up from his showing off earlier.

“No, it wasn't just that. I was also thinking about you….” He swallowed. Lifting his head back up to sort of look at your face. His voice deeper than before. “ I was dreaming about how much more I would enjoy your thighs over these-” Another firework went off and Matt buried his head back into your chest. All the suave leaves him. He groans into your chest. He looks miserable, and honestly if Matt thinks that your thighs would be better than his earplugs you were willing to try it. Matt needed you right now. No soft, gentle love, he needed a distraction. When it seemed like there was a break in the onslaught of noise you moved your head towards his covered ear.

“I would like take you up on that Mr. Murdock,” you breathily whispered to him.

Matt moved his head off of your chest and moved up to kiss your neck. He slipped the earplugs out and set them on the night stand. His hands moving to palm your breast as he moved his lips to yours. You moaned, and his tongue slipped into your mouth. His hands slowly working their way down until two of his fingers pressed into your slick cunt. He moved his calloused fingers back and forth gathering wetness from your damped folds. You moved your legs apart so his hand could go deeper. He bit your lip and when you gasped he moved his fingers slowly. Giving you a chance to relax and breathe. He slowly started pumping them in and out. As your breath quickened and you slowly came to your edge he pulled his fingers out of your cunt and took them in his mouth. He licked the slick off his fingers and his lips. He could tell you were turned on by his enjoyment of you. He then pushed you flat on the bed and placed suddenly more urgent kisses to get to your core quicker. Confused by the change in pace, you looked down at him. He quickly moved your hips up so his mouth was directly on your cunt. He placed the flat of his tongue against your core. You gasped at the sudden heat over your core. He then glided towards your clit. Your legs tightened over his ears right as another round of fireworks went off. You were amazed at his ability to now guess when they would go off, even more so that he timed each of your moans with the fireworks. He gripped your thigh and moved his tough down, thrusting it in and out. Your hand reached out, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulled him closer. He groaned into your core.

You’re reaching your climax as more fireworks are going off in New York. Matt seems to be doing everything he can to make you make as much noise as possible. Swapping back and forth. First using his tongue to fuck you as his nose hits your clit. Then him abusing your clit with his tongue and using his fingers to bring you closer and closer to your edge. When you got too close he would smack your ass to hear the sound reverberate off the walls of the apartment. Hearing your moans, Matt becomes undone before you. He starts groaning along with you, hips rutting against the bed. His hard cock trying to gain any friction. He times your orgasm with the grand finally of the 4th of July celebrations. As your release overtakes you, you squeeze your thighs tight around Matt's head, and let out a loud, long moan. It fills the room, just as he hoped. He lets out a groan into your pussy and the vibrations help you ride out your orgasm. Until the final firework goes off. Matt's hips stutter into the bed as he cums untouched. As you slowly release your legs from Matt's head, he gently begins to place open mouth kisses along your thighs.

“Thank you angel,” he mumbles.

You notice that the fireworks seem to be done for the night. As you look down at Matt who seems to be pussy drunk, you think it's time to repay him. You slowly tug at his cum soaked underwear, and he takes them off. He moved up to join you to go back to sleep. Nuzzling up behind you and pressing your back to his chest. But you were not done with him tonight. You move your hand down to grab the base of his cock.

“Shit, Sweetheart, you don't have too-” He moaned as you start moving your hand.