Scott Pilgrim: Vs the World + Takes Off Oneshots

Tiny Nitpicking 💚

Requested by: homocore6969

(These are not judging/hating on people with hair, this is a valid insecurity people have)

Matty's POV:
This movie is alright. Not the best thing I've watched but it's what Lynette wants so I'll do it for her. God I love her so much. She inspires me, not just her transition but her commitment to her passion, it's incredible. I turn and look at my girlfriend, the TV light reflects off her bionic arm. She's so perfect, I don't know why she likes someone like me. Lyn's so feminine despite the opposite leaning clothes. How does she do it?

I turn and look at my outfit, a generally short skirt with a black tank top. The hem lures my fingers as I glance at my thighs. I never felt good in jeans or those knee-length shorts guys wear. But even in this I feel...weird. Like something isn't right. Is it the color or the texture? The pattern? No, I don't think so, I have a similar skirt that feels the same. Every skirt feels the same. I stare at my thighs and then I understand what it is. It's been staring me in the face this whole time.

Hair. Leg hair. It's soft under my skin but it feels gross all the same. I rub up and down my calf, feeling each disgusting follicle. Being from Indian heritage, I've grown up with a lot of hair everywhere, when I was young before I transitioned it didn't bother me, but now. Now it feels dirty almost, improper. Especially since I'm supposed to be a woman of extremely feminine nature. I start picking at a piece I notice is extra long. I wanna cut it off, I wanna shave it, I want to kill it. It makes me feel disturbed and out of place.

"Baby? Is everything okay?" Lyn asks, stealing me away from my hair. "Yeah," I nod "Everything is fine, just got a little distracted, this movie is not my forte. Especially with no singing in it." The joke is there but she doesn't laugh, her eyes just reflect my lie back at me. "I don't believe you, something's up." She turns her whole body to me and I look at it. It's not that I haven't seen it before because boy have I. I'm just now noticing the actual body shape, how perfect it is. Her slim "feminine like" figure, her long fingernails, her neat hair. Lyn did start transitioning a few years before me but she always seems like the perfect trans woman, and I'm not even close.

A sniff escapes me as I turn to her as well. "Matty?" She urges resting her human hand on my shoulder. Tears flow out of my body as I crumple into her. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" She wraps her arms around me tightly while pausing the TV. "I just- a-are my legs...disturbing?" I choke out. "What?" Lyn says riddled with confusion. My eyes stare into hers, tears pausing, waiting for her response as I repeat, "Are my hairy legs disgusting?" She looks at me with hurt and at first I don't understand why. It's a simple question.

Before responding she pushes me down on my back and wipes my tears away. "Fuck no, why would you think that, baby?" She whispers ever so sweetly. A weak laugh slips from my lips as I break our eye contact. "I just, looked at how perfect you are and I just-" "You're beautiful the way you are, your transition isn't the same as mine, thats what makes us diverse and unique. You're beautiful in your own way, Matty." Her words are comforting and I start feeling good about my self a little, like I'm me and right. I smile as I kiss her. "I love you" Lyn mumbles against my lips. "I love you too."

We kiss for minutes and minutes before she breaks it. I whine from the recoil but gasp as she places kisses lower and lower. She pulls up my shirt and pecks down my stomach. Lyn pauses when she reaches the top of my skirt. She smirks at me before lowering to my thigh. I watch, a little turned on, when she pulls my knees apart and starts kissing the inside of them. I bite my lip as I watch her lips touch my skin. Small moans escape me when she goes closer and closer to my groin. Lyn does it extremely slowly though, teasing me. Suddenly she bites down. I groan from the harsh act on my skin. She laughs as she licks and sucks the same spot.

"L-Lyn! That's no-not fun-ny." I pant, pleasure getting the best of me. Ever since I started taking estrogen my skin has been hypersensitive, I don't know why though.  But hey, I'm not complaining. "I'm making you feel better by stimulating you in a pleasurable way." I roll my eyes and they stay back there when she sucks some skin even closer to my panty line and palms my growing erection. Its working no matter how much I would say its wouldn't. Lyn always makes me feel alive and happy. I love her so fucking much.

I pull her up to my face so our hard ons can feel each other. "You play dirty." I whisper to her in between kisses. She cackles while moving my bang out of my face. "I thought that's how you liked it, baby" Her flirting is always hot, Lyn has this glow to her that I just can't help but want to feel her, touch her, want her, want her to fuck me. I lock our lips back as I lick her bottom lip. She obliges and a heavy make out session starts. I would say it's our heaviest one yet, our tongues fighting each other, drool slipping as we smack and lick. We are "prim and proper" on the outside but in the sheets we like to get down and dirty.

My hand scratches her back a little as she knees my groin. My foot moves and knocks the remote to the floor, grabbing me and Lyn's attention immediately. She goes to check on it while I sit up and wipe my lip. "It's all good, we don't need another." She confirms. "Great, we should probably finish the movie so we can...finish our business." I entice, my voice sexily trailing off at the end. She whines as she hits play and throws her arm around me. "Why can't we finish now?" "Because," I smugly answer "you teased me, now I'm teasing you."  I spot her member pulse in her thin pajama pants before she chuckles, "Oh, you are so gonna get it." Arousal and anticipation flows through me as I think about what awaits me in the bedroom. Fuck, I hope this movie goes by fast.