Matt Damon Imagines

Shower

You tip your head back beneath the shower head, allowing the water to wash away the shampoo. Scrubbing your fingers through your hair, you make certain it is clear of suds, when suddenly you hear the door to the shower room shut loudly. Glancing towards the sound you see Matt  making his way towards you just a towel wrapped around his waist he stops in his tracks when he spots you.

"Oh, I thought everyone already left," Matt says his fingers twisting at the towel to keep it in place. "D'you want me to leave?"

"No, you're alright," you reply, shaking your head trying to keep your gaze on his face. Matt stares back at you and when you notice a very subtle narrowing of his eyes you know what he can read on your face.

"You sure?" Matt checks now allowing his fingers to loosen the towel just enough to show a bit more of his skin. This time you cannot stop from letting your gaze linger over his stomach and his hip bones even catching a small glimpse of neatly trimmed hair peeking at the edge of the towel.

"Mmhm," you hummed with a smirk. Looking into Matt's eyes again you are certain you can see a cheeky glint hidden there. "I'm sure," you nod.

Without another word Matt snatches the towel from around his waist and you hurry to avert your eyes to avoid seeing more of him than you can handle. A blush hits your cheeks spreading through your neck and your chest but you turn your back towards Matt to avoid being caught. As soon as you hear Matt turn on the shower head you glanced over your shoulder to find him watching you as he begins to rub his soap over his chest a small smirk slowly spreads across Matt's lips.

"What is it?" he asks cocking his head to the side as he stares back at you.

"Nothing," you reply.

"You're terrible at hidin' how turned on you are right now ," Matt laughs.

"Excuse me?" A quick spin has you facing him not bothering to hide as you stare at Matt dead in his beautiful blue eyes . His eyebrows quirk and the smile that spreads across his face gives you a chill even underneath the warmth of the water. "Don't be so cocky," you say "It's not sexy."

"That's a lie," Matt chuckles stepping closer to rest his hands on the top of the shower divider. Matt stands on his tiptoes peering over the wall to look down at your body which you make no effort to hide at all from him. "Bet if I came 'round there and got a feel between your thighs," Matt begins, blinking slowly and pulling his eyes back to your face. "I'd find out the truth."

"Think so?" you ask.

"Mmm," he hums narrowing his eyes and biting his lip. "Know so." You smirk back at Matt, taking a few steps back until you feel your back it the opposite side of the stall.

"Well, what are you waiting for?"