#mateo chavez

Adiós Memo.

꒰ 🧁 ꒱ mateo chávez. ৻ꪆ spending a slow, lazy morning w your cutie pie of a boyfriend :3 ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ the bakery 🍨

the morning sunbeams filtering through the curtains interrupt your peaceful slumber. your eyes open slowly, adjusting to the light.

you sigh, not wanting to get up just yet. while basking in the sweet, drowsy feeling of the sleepy haze you’re in, you feel a warm hand caressing your waist.

and you instantly smile.

mateo.

carefully, you shift to face your boyfriend.

his calm, sleeping face makes you feel giddy and joyful.

you shuffle closer until you’re right in front of him, resting your face against the warm curve of his neck. unconsciously, mateo pulls you closer, his arms tightening around your lower back.

he lets out a soft groan in his sleep and shifts slightly. his eyes flutter open, and a tiny smile makes its way to his lips as he looks at you—at how your face seems to glow in the sunlight.

he sighs softly and whispers, “¿por qué te ves tan guapa?”

you giggle, covering your blushing face. “cállate.” you reply. he only hums in response, and you feel his warm smile against your skin as he begins pressing light, playful kisses along your cheek, your jaw and over the sensitive curve of your neck.

“es la verdad,” he confessed. “me encanta despertar y que lo primero que vea, seas tú. hermosa como siempre.” mateo murmurs against your skin. his voice still rough with sleep, his arms still around you like he never wants to let go.

your heart feels so full it might explode.

you truly love your boyfriend.

you love how he always looks at you like you’re something rare and precious.

you love how he makes you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, even now: when you just woke up, your hair messy and no makeup on.

because to him, you are the most beautiful woman in the world.

00:05 AM

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — Mateo Chávez x Fem Reader

WORD COUNT: 600

SYNOPSIS: a soft moment with Mateo past midnight

CONTENT WARNING(S): Fluff, not proofread, pet names

A/N: Q onda bbys, anon mil gracias por tu request! Tu tranqui que también voy a seguir escribiendo de este chiqui, que opinan de que según le fue infiel a su morra? Lo vi hace rato en twt pero ps quien sabe la netota. Gracias a quienes piden fics de Mateo! Poco a poco pero ahí voy.

The light remaining in the house came from the kitchen, from the oven to be exact.

There was a sweet ambience envolving the two of you, between giggles, darkness in the room, faces lightned only by the light from the oven, you could see his shy smile, looking down at you, holding on his giggles, not wanting to break the little bubble you both were in.

You were leaning against the table, lining the next batch of chocolate chip cookies in a tray, helped by the only light in the room even when you knew the house like your own hand.

Felt his hands over your waist, keeping you between the table and him, he nuzzled his face in your neck, breathing in the lavanda shampoo you used minutes ago.

You felt drops of water falling in your sleep in t shirt from his still wet hair, giggling at the feeling "Ya Mateo hazte para allá" you said turning your body to him, pushing him back with a hand of his chest while he laughed "Se supone que tu estas cuidando las galletas del horno" you told him, pointing with your eyes to the oven behind him.

He took your hand that was still pressed to his chest, taking it to his lips, pressing sweet kisses to every pad of your fingers, slowly and looking at you. Even with the low light you could see the redness crepping up his face.

"Si las estoy cuidando amor" he told you with a smile that defenitly told you that he was lying.

You laughed straight to his face, seeing him close the distance between the two of you. "No me mientas Mati" you whispered, pointing at him with your index finger. He closed the distance completly, looking down at you, he signaled for you to jump, holding you by the waist and sitting you on the table, standing between your legs, seeing your t shirt ridding up your thighs a little.

Brushing your still wet hair behind your ear, leaning over you with each of his hand to your sides.

"Amor no les va a pasar nada" he said looking back at the oven in a failed attempt to make you less worried about it, looking back at you to see your 'i dont believe you' face "Además les falta bastante bebé" he said with a charming smile, leaning over your face "Tenemos tiempo"

You giggle looking down, not being able to mantain the eye contact, biting your tongue "¿Tiempo para qué?" you asked already knowing the answer to your own question.

He didn't answer, instead closing the distance kissing you slowly, grabing your waist trying to hold you as closer as posibble. You put your hands behind his neck, playing with his hair, deepening the kiss, breathing into it.

Pip. You felt one of his hands made its way over your hip under your t shirt.

Pip. Licking your lips gently you open your mouth letting him caress your tongue with his. Pip.

Pip. You take your hand slowly down his chest, playing with the hem of his shirt before slowly touching his abdomen, drawing circles on his skin. Pip Pip.

Pip. He broke the kiss first, slowly starting to kiss down your jaw, you let out a sigh, moving your head giving him more space to kiss. Pip, Pip, Pip.

Opening your mouth you exclaimed his name "Mateo!" he hummed in your neck, when you opened your eyes to see smoke coming out of the oven.

"MATEO!" you pushed him out of your neck "las galletas!"

Eddie: Thank you, Captain Vega.

Judd: We're really happy to have you working with us, Hollywood.

Marjan: Wait, if you're here, does that mean your husband is gonna join too?

Eddie: My wha-

Mateo: Buck is joining as well? Let's gooo!

Why does it feel like I'm watching a jury debate someone's life?