▐ includes ; explicit content (mdni), p in v, bf!matt x super shy!reader, pet names, fluffy n silly into light-hearted degradation/embarrassing reader (#Yum), condom not mentioned but let's use our brains
it was almost unfair how sexy matt looked in his hat. all these little moments throughout the day kept sparking something deep within you ... but now, with him adjusting his lower half on the couch, legs sprawled, and his hair perfectly curling upward around the edges of the hat ..... you're limit had been met.
god, can he feel me staring? the movie you put on an hour ago is the absolute least of your worries right now. you hadn't even noticed your legs were now crossed, the heated flesh of your thighs pressing together for some kind of relief. you never used to be like this, at least in front of anyone... if only matt knew how much of a perverted little freak you actually were. blushing from merely holding hands, his shy sweetheart. you wondered what he would think if he saw you lying on your fluffy pink bed, tirelessly pressing your vibrator to your clit for hours upon hours, imagining taking him...each time, without fail, all the plushies on your bed fall to the floor, swept under from the tight grip you have on the sheets. the very thought of him seeing you like that, so undone and messy, made you queasy with embarrassment. you knew, at some point, he was going to see you in a more vulnerable light. when that was going to be was the question.
"baby?" matt rasps, making you jolt out the spiral you'd been caught in
"hm?" you hum at him, a low-effort attempt at acting oblivious
"somethin' wrong?" he places a hand on your thigh, squeezing it comfortingly, but it's not really helping the situation between your legs one bit. "'keep lookin' at me like you wanna say somethin'."
"oh-uh, no. i'm fine." you answer him cooly, pretending to follow along with the movie you haven't been watching.
he nods, leaving it be for awhile. until he looks down at you, absentmindedly squeezing your thighs and, it all makes sense. your neck is flushed, along with your cheeks. he also notes the gap of space you've created in the past 15 minutes. poor baby.
"i think you'd feel a lot better if we did somethin' about that."
"what?" confusion knits your brows together as you twist to face him.
he simply nods at your thighs where the pressed flesh is a brighter color.
quickly, you uncross your legs and fold them up to your chest. "matt, i'm fine. i told you." you glue your gaze back to the movie, but the credits start to roll. there goes that plan. you open your mouth to come up with an excuse before he turns off the tv.
"i don't know why you do that." he shakes his head, placing the remote down on the side table. "y'know you can talk to me, right? like, about anything."
why did he have to be so fucking sweet?
"matt..."
"i know, i know..." he puts his hands up, but he's not gonna surrender just yet. "can you at least tell me what you were gonna say? i swear, i'll drop it after. we don't have to talk ab-
"your hat." is all you can blurt out and immediately you want to jump out of the window next to him.
"my hat?" he lifts to inspect it, "what's wrong with my hat???"
"no, nothing's wrong with it!" you whine, trying not to laugh from the mix of embarrassment and genuine confusion splayed across your boyfriend's face.
matt laughs with you, settling the brim back down. "okay, you gotta give me somethin' here."
practically in one breath, "you look really good in the hat, like really good. and the thigh thing, fuck, i don't even know, matt. i don't know how to ask for, like, anything. you know that. i'm sorry. i don't know."
nice.
he can't help but smile at how cute you are, his poor girl. " 'kay, i'm gonna ask you somethin' and you can't freak out, yeah? you gotta answer me."
it's hesitant, but you nod.
"when it's just you in your bed, are you really asking yourself if you can use your vibrator?" he asks and you can tell he's stifling a laugh from his own out-of-pocket question.
yeah, that window is looking really good right about now.
"oh my fucking god, matt.??? you muffle through your hands that cover your burning face. "how do you-no, actually, no. spare me."
the laugh he's holding is getting harder and harder to suppress. he rubs your back sympathetically, but it's like trying to will a tortoise out of its shell. "don't be mad at me, baby. 'm sorry. i was lookin' for batteries the other night, you said they were in the drawer next to your bed....found somethin' else."
"i'm gonna kill myself." muffled again from your hands.
"i had a point—"
"please get there."
matt chuckles, gently peeling your hands away from your face. somehow you're even more red. biting the inside of your cheek as a distraction, you look at him, and he smiles.
"hey, there she is!" when you don't give him anything back but an anxious stare, he continues. "okay what i'm trying to say is, you can take control. when it's just you, you're in control. it doesn't have to be any different with me."
your features soften, but only slightly. he can tell you're still feeling lost by the way you aimlessly search his face, still gnawing on the gummy flesh of your inner cheek.
then an idea pops into his head.
"c'mere." he pats his sweatpant-clad lap.
you're not sure how you even muster the courage after such humiliation, yet you do.
"so....?"
saving you from what was surely more rambling, matt lightly pulls your chin to him and kisses you. it starts sweet until it's not. it's hungry, like he's beckoning you to meet him at the level he knows damn well you want to get to.
pulling away, he pants. "here," taking off his hat. "if you like it so much, you wear it." sliding the hat onto your head.
"no...matt..." you sigh, shaking your head
"shh, it's okay, sweetheart. we can share."
he kisses your parted lips to shut you up and you're certain you could cum right there on the spot. chasing that feeling, your hips start to rock against his. a hardening bulge beneath nudges your clit with each pass. by now, your panties have completely soaked through the flimsy fabric of your pajama shorts. your slick begins to create a wet spot against matt's sweats, causing you to pause your movements.
"shit, i-i didn't realize..." looking down between you two.
"guess i'll just have to take 'em off then."
with matt's sweats came the rest of his clothes and yours. except the hat, of course.
and what a sight that was...
little cries and mewls ripped out of you with each erratic bounce on top of matt, tits all in his face. he was impossibly deep and each time you came back down, you gripped his shoulders a little tighter.
"fuck, matt."
matt kept your hips steady, applying just enough pressure without hurting you. "look at my baby in control. takin' me like it's nothin'....knew you could."
embarrassed, you try to hide in his neck but matt doesn't let you.
"nuh-uh, you got it. you don't need me one bit, sweetheart."
proving that sentiment (more to yourself), you stop your bouncing and start grinding matt's length. pleasure seems to hit you both at the same time as matt squeezes his eyes shut and you let out the most pornographic of whines.
your skin meets his repeatedly with a sticky, wet noise. although you can barely keep yourself up, the pace quickens.
"yeah, that's it, baby- fuckkkk. yeah, yeah, yeah, oh-you're doin' it, see? throwin' away that fuckin' vibrator." he laughs in a labored pant as you grind faster. "yeah, you don't need it, do you?"
you're crying out, hands flying to his chest, indicating your release is near. "i-i-can't, matt-!"
he grips your ass, finally helping you. "y-you can, sweetheart. you-fuck, oh my god-! you are....c-can feeling you squeezin' me, yeah cum on my cock, oh fuck." seconds later, he's cumming just as hard.
after you've both come down from your highs, you two give a real attempt at watching a movie. in gentle strokes, matt's fingers dance on your thighs. they're unclamped and relaxed from giving him everything you had, everything you'd been holding back. you wonder if this is how you're always supposed to feel around him. it's nice.
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thinking about sitting court side with matt at a celtics game …. in his hat with his curls poking out …. and getting caught on the jumbotron all snuggled up … i just knowwww he would get shy when he realizes you’re on screen. probably pulls his hat down over his face with that DAMN SMIRK
thinking about sitting court side with matt at a celtics game …. in his hat with his curls poking out …. and getting caught on the jumbotron all snuggled up … i just knowwww he would get shy when he realizes you’re on screen. probably pulls his hat down over his face with that DAMN SMIRK
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