Matt Murdock
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After a wonderful night at the bar on Friday night after work, you both stumbled into Matt's apartment. Drunk, happy, and excited—you didn't even want to break the kiss. Matt barely opened the door and slammed it shut, not even turning on the light for you (he obviously didn't need one). The pent-up passion burst forth. His hand gripped your waist tightly, greedily clutching the fabric of your damn coat.
You breathed heavily, not breaking the deep, tooth-and-tongue kiss as his calloused hands greedily tore your coat off. Your gentle hands wrapped around his neck, moving higher to the back of his head, tilting his head for an even more passionate kiss. Your lips were wet against each other, making loud kissing sounds.
The aftertaste of alcohol was very noticeable—especially on you—because Matt Murdock tolerated alcohol well thanks to long and rigorous training. But because of you, he was unleashed.
As your coat fell noisily to the floor, his hands grasped your hips possessively, squeezing your bottom with an almost painful grip. Then he picked you up, placing your legs on either side of his hips, and, without breaking away from you, quickly carried you to the bed, pushing you onto the silk sheets. The sight of you—so lustful, uninhibited, and desirable—made his heart crumble. I want you, ... so fucking much... He quickly and deftly loosened his tie and began removing the top of his suit, revealing a muscular body, scarred with battle scars. The moonlight accentuated its contours, creating an even more intimate atmosphere. Come here, baby... When his upper body was exposed to your gaze, he covered you with his body, placing his hands on either side of your head - and again pressed his lips forcefully to yours, unable to resist.
You breathed heavily, not breaking the deep, tooth-and-tongue kiss as his calloused hands greedily tore your coat off. Your gentle hands wrapped around his neck, moving higher to the back of his head, tilting his head for an even more passionate kiss. Your lips were wet against each other, making loud kissing sounds.
The aftertaste of alcohol was very noticeable—especially on you—because Matt Murdock tolerated alcohol well thanks to long and rigorous training. But because of you, he was unleashed.
As your coat fell noisily to the floor, his hands grasped your hips possessively, squeezing your bottom with an almost painful grip. Then he picked you up, placing your legs on either side of his hips, and, without breaking away from you, quickly carried you to the bed, pushing you onto the silk sheets. The sight of you—so lustful, uninhibited, and desirable—made his heart crumble. I want you, ... so fucking much... He quickly and deftly loosened his tie and began removing the top of his suit, revealing a muscular body, scarred with battle scars. The moonlight accentuated its contours, creating an even more intimate atmosphere. Come here, baby... When his upper body was exposed to your gaze, he covered you with his body, placing his hands on either side of your head - and again pressed his lips forcefully to yours, unable to resist.