You couldn't keep anything from Mac. You couldn't order anything without Mac knowing. It's not like you needed permission from them or anything, you absolutely did not. Mac didn't expect you to ask for their permission either. They loved you, and they loved who you were and how independent you were.

But.. they sure did love when you looked for underwear. Double clicking on a cutesy pair of pink lacy ones with a white bow, or maybe a sexy black thong that would help the sweet curve of your ass stand out. They would sit and fantasize what it would look like on you, silently hoping it would just be a liittle bit too small.

And of course, the day came when you were going to show Mac the new underwear. They could barely sleep from pure excitement. They sat on your bed impatiently, bouncing their leg as you changed in your closet. Every rustle of fabric, every time you whispered to yourself, they would bite their lip and allow a wave of heat to shoot right down to their-

"Alright, I'm coming out." Your voice sounded so sweet, laced with honey. Mac sat up straight, adjusting their shirt and making sure their hair looked somewhat decent. The cream closet door slipped open, and you stepped out. Mac nearly blue screened as they gazed at you starry eyed. The underwear was your favorite color, decorated with beautiful lace and highlighting the plush of your thighs and hugging the curve of your ass. You turned yourself a bit, allowing Mac to see it from every angle. From the side, from the back, any angle.

Mac didn't know what to say. They stayed slack jawed at you, focusing primarily on the skin of your stomach, the fabric of the underwear, and of course, your sexy ass legs.

"Well? What do you think?" You ask Mac.

Mac's voice cracked as they answered. "Y-You.." Their glasses fogged as they released a hot breath. "I-I think I need a closer look, please." They asked, motioning for you to come closer.

You eagerly stepped closer to Mac, Mac's chin tilting up and their eyes settling on you. They released another shaky sigh, their hands finding your waist. "They're so much more perfect than I thought they would be.." Mac bit their lip, a groan settling in their throat. They looked down, their fingers pressing delicately against the fabric. Your clothed cunt, they could already tell was throbbing and aching. That little damp patch forming on the fabric.. your legs lightly trembling as they touched you..

Their fingers slowly dragged up your inner thigh, getting closer and closer to your damp cunt. Mac murmured, ".. So pretty." Their fingers then rubbed your clothed clit, making you shift your weight a bit and rest your hands on their shoulders. The pads of their fingers worked so delicately against the aching of your clit, sending sweet shocks up your spine and your knees threatening to buckle.

Mac tenderly pushed the fabric aside, your cunt now exposed to the cold air of your room. (Shoutout Hector.) They smiled as you made a small whining noise, your cheeks flush all cute. "Shh." Mac cooed, before their fingers plunged up into you. You gasp and lightly toss your head back, Mac's fingers wasting no time in getting to work and pumping in and out of you slowly. They curled their fingers, feeling that particularly spongy spot inside of you that made you mewl and grab their shoulders tighter. "I know, I know.." They say to you, the glimmer in their eyes showcasing their unyielding love and passion for you. Mac leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your lower stomach, right where the fabric of the underwear started. Your hand went up to brush your fingers through the block locks of their hair, the glasses on their head slightly crooked.

Their fingers worked just how you liked it. Slow.. then fast.. slow then fast. Coaxing you further to the edge one little stroke at a time. Every little whine and moan that left you making Mac smile and softly groan with you in second hand pleasure. They looked down at where their fingers sank into you, before they bit their lip and slowly pulled themself out. The satisfaction of the wet slick connecting the pads of their fingers and the opening of your sopping cunt nearly made them blue screen.. again. You made a small yelp in protest, before you noticed Mac working to get the underwear off of you. As you stepped out of it, Mac immediately snatched the fabric up and brought it to their face, their nose taking a whiff of the fabric that once clothed your cunt. You gasp, your cheeks burning red as you exclaim. "Wh- Mac!" You couldn't fight the laugh that left your lips.

Mac just chuckled, before grabbing you and yanking you down onto the bed with them. They made their way on top of you before they spoke. "Shh. Just let me taste you, babe."

“Anyone ever tell you that you talk in your sleep?”

Mateo’s head was spinning and he had no idea where to put his hands. I mean, what exactly are you supposed to do when there’s a gorgeous human on top of you, looking like they’re ready to eat you for dinner?

After his teasing question, you’d wasted no time in straddling the man, seemingly determined to make him pay for the embarrassment you were feeling. With a leg either side of his lap, you locked your lips with his, kissing him like your life depended on it. Your hands found his, moving them up so they laid on your waist.

God, his lips were so soft – makes sense for a blanket, you thought.

Your hands soon found their way to his hair, tangling into the locks and pulling him even closer to you. You couldn’t help but notice the most adorable breathy sounds coming from Mateo with every tug of his hair, every movement of your tongue. You wanted to drown in him.

“Ay dios mío, corazón… ah, you’re perfect,” he panted out, a dark red coating his cheeks. You took this moment to catch your breath before attaching your lips to his neck, focusing on the sensitive spot right under his ear. He made the most delicious noises.

“Ayy… mmh, mi amor please- ah!” He let out a loud moan when his hips bucked up into your own, the hardness evident in his sweatpants.

Your hands were all over him, taking in every inch of his soft skin. You were ecstatic to finally be able to leave your mark on him, taking this time to make sure the others knew exactly who Mateo belonged to. Your lips trailed over his neck and chest, nipping and sucking at the skin to leave crimson marks behind. It was clear that Mateo was getting impatient – you could feel his hips desperately humping into your own, an almost humiliated expression on his face.

“Aw, my love… Are you that desperate for me?” you whispered sweetly into his ear, your hand trailing down to lay over his bulge teasingly. He whined, bucking up into your hand, attempting to get any kind of friction possible.

“Sí, sí… please don’t tease,”

You smirked. “Hmm? But I thought you wanted to know what my dream was about? You do wanna know… right?”

His mouth dropped agape slightly, his mind barely able to process your words. Fuck, he really did want to know. He needed to know what made you make those noises, why you were pleading his name so insistently… what he was doing to make you moan so sweetly.

“T-tell me,” he said quietly, sweaty strands of his hair falling into his eyes as he gazed at you.

“Say please,”

He groaned, his cock bouncing at your words. He never knew he’d be into this kind of thing. You on top of him, taking full control of the situation – entirely different than it had been just half an hour ago. The picture of you leaning over him, desire in your eyes… He would give you anything you asked of him.

“Please, amor… please tell me,”

You reached out to cup his cheek as you leaned into him, stopping inches away from his face. You looked directly in his eyes as you told him exactly what had made you so hot.

“It’s funny… we were actually in opposite positions to now,” you began, glancing down at your bodies on the sofa, your legs straddling his. “You were on top of me, saying the dirtiest things I could think of. I couldn’t move – not with my hands tied so tightly with your blanket. And god, you were being such a tease…”

He bit his lip, trying in vain to hold back a moan.

“You were telling me all of the things you wanted to do to me. I was begging for it so hard, so desperately, and you were being so mean,” you pouted, your hands moving to your shirt as you began to unbutton it. Slowly.

Mateo’s eyes locked onto your movements, unable to tear his vision away as inch by anticipated inch of your soft skin was revealed to him. He gulped down a mouthful of saliva, thanking the universe that he wasn’t literally drooling right now. The same couldn’t be said for his poor, neglected cock; a small stain now soaked through the front of his sweatpants.

“Mi vida, please…”

“Uh uh, I’m not finished yet,” you say, grinning devilishly. You only received a broken whine in response.

“When you finally touched me… God, I could have finished right there and then. You were amazing, ‘Teo. Made me feel so fucking good, so sexy-”

“You are,”

Your face flushed. You were finally on the last button. As you undid it, you looked Mateo in the eyes. You’d never seen his big brown eyes look so… needy. You finally pushed your shirt off, revealing your body to your boyfriend for the very first time. There’s a thought in the back of your head, a vague one – if it had been anyone but Mateo seeing you right now, you wouldn’t be feeling half as comfortable and safe.

But trusting Mateo came so easily to you.

“Fuck, corazón… such a beauty. How did I get so lucky?” His voice and face were so sincere, looking at you with genuine amazement in his eyes. His hands twitched, desperate to reach out and touch you. You finally decided to be nice, mostly due to how eager you were becoming yourself.

“Mateo?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Please touch me,”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His hands were on you in a second, roaming over your top half as he kissed you deeply. He was definitely becoming more confident now that he had an obvious place to put his hands. They slid smoothly over the expanse of your back, up to your hair as he pulled you against him, moaning needily into the kiss. You pushed down onto his lap, earning you a wrecked whine from Mateo.

You started to claw at his clothing, needing him to be wearing decidedly less right about now. He shrugged off his puffy duvet jacket, his lips still locked with your own the entire time. You were forced to part, however, for him to rip off his vest. His soft stomach was revealed to you, along with a visible path of white hairs leading down to the main event.

You were going to wreck this man.

Blanket.

You wasted no time in peeling off your bottoms, your hole aching for something, anything to fill it up. Mateo was fixated on your naked form, his eyes glazing over with desire.

“You’re still wearing far too many clothes…”

He chuckled at your eagerness, reaching down to untie the blanket around his waist. When he was finally able to liberate himself from his sweatpants, he let out a quiet groan of relief. His cock was throbbing and everything you were hoping for. Mateo was definitely thicker than he was long, but still a pretty sizeable length. He wrapped a hand around the base, giving it a few quick strokes, his face almost looking as flushed as the tip.

“I… I need you, mi vida…” he said softly, looking at you with sweet, hopeful eyes.

Fuck.

You crawled over to him, laying a hand on his chest and pushing him back to lay against the arm of the couch. “Don’t worry, my love,” you said, giving him a chaste kiss before taking a hold of his aching cock. “I’ll take care of you,”

He whined as you slowly stroked his length, paying special attention to the very tip, your thumb teasingly spreading the pre-cum over the head. His eyes closed, his mouth left agape as you continued your ministrations. He was gorgeous, some of his white locks stuck to his forehead from the heat of the situation, a rosy hue to his skin as he tried to hold back the sweet noises he was making.

You needed him inside you. Now.

You lifted your left hand to his mouth (your right still continuing to bring him the pleasure he so needed), presenting him with three fingers. He looked at you, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Open your mouth, love,”

His eyes widened when he realised what you meant. He obeyed quickly, his mouth falling open for you as you pressed your fingers inside. His tongue worked itself around them, getting them nice and wet for you. He was nothing if not thorough. What you didn’t expect, was the satisfied whine that left him as he sucked on your fingers.

Holy shit. It went straight to your head, your mind getting fuzzy as you watched him be so eager to listen, so eager to please. Once your fingers were suitably wet, you pulled them out of his mouth – Mateo seeming almost disappointed at the absence.

You moved your hand down to your hole, starting with one digit as you slowly began to prep yourself. As eager as you were, one look at Mateo’s thick cock told you that you needed to be stretched out before taking it.

“Ayy… fuck mi amor, are you touching yourself?”

You blushed, adding a second finger. “Need to… open myself up for you,”

He groaned, his head falling forward onto your shoulder as you continued to stroke his cock and touch your own hole. You added a third finger, spreading them wide as you fucked yourself, stretching yourself as best you could in this position. At a certain point you stopped. This would do.

You lifted yourself up so you were up on your knees, placing your hands on his shoulders as you hovered over his cock. Mateo’s hands quickly found your waist and he looked up at you like you’d hung the very stars in the sky. As you slowly lowered yourself down onto his length and felt that initial stretch, you couldn’t hold back the sharp inhale you took. Fuck, he was big.

“Ohh… you feel amazing. Fuckkkk, taking me so well,” he whined, his head falling back onto the sofa as you sank down onto him. “Perfect, so perfect, baby…”

You ignored the slight pain at the stretch, focusing on his sweet words whispered into your ear. Soon, he was completely bottomed out inside you, your thighs shaking from exertion. You couldn’t help but collapse against his chest for a moment, taking a few deep breaths as you tried to get used to the feeling of him inside you.

“Shh, I’ve got you amor… So sweet for me, always taking such good care of me,” he breathed out, placing soft kisses all over your face and neck. “Take your time,”

Once the dull ache had faded away, you braced your hands against his shoulders, looking directly in his eyes as you lifted yourself as far as you could off of his cock. He whined at the loss before letting out a loud groan as you dropped yourself back down onto him. You began to ride him, hard and fast, moaning as he hit that perfect spot inside of you. His hands gripped at your ass, pulling himself deeper into you as you rode him.

“Fuckkk, ‘Teo… Ah!”

“Te amo! Ayyy, mi vida, so good!”

“I love you too, mmh- fuck!”

His hips started to meet yours as he thrusted up, his head falling back and his eyes closing. Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck, holding on for dear life as he took over, driving into you with as much force as he could muster.

“I- I’m close…” you whimpered, clinging to him as you felt the knot in your stomach forming with each hard thrust.

“Me too, corazón. Fuck, where can I…” he trailed off, a desperate look on his face as his thrusts became sloppy.

“Inside, ‘Teo… please come inside me,”

He groaned at your words. You really were gonna be the death of him. He drove into you, determined to get you there first – he had always been a giver. It didn’t take long for you to come undone on his cock, your body convulsing as you let out a loud mewl, your eyes rolling back from the pleasure.

He thrusted once, twice, three times more before finally pulling your hips firmly down onto his own. He released inside you, his hot, thick come flooding your hole. He kept you there as he fully emptied himself inside, his head flopped forward into the crook of your neck. You held him, stroking your hand through his sweaty mop of hair.

There was a comfortable silence as you both came back to reality, the scent of sweat and sex heavy in the air. Mateo’s hands stroked over your back soothingly, taking a moment to catch his breath.

“So…

“So?”

He smiled teasingly at you. “Was it everything you dreamed of?”

It wasn’t a rare scenario to find you in. Curled up on the couch, wrapped up in your fuzzy, yellow blanket ­- the TV on a low volume in the background, playing some overdramatic reality show. The only difference, however, was that you were sleeping.

You didn’t often fall asleep on the sofa, especially after receiving the dateviators. Knowing that every object in your house was sentient honestly made you feel quite self-conscious a lot of the time. You didn’t even want to think about going to the bathroom. Sleeping on Betty was still a bit new to you but she was so chill about it that it didn’t bother you as much. But you didn’t know Koa super well yet. Sleeping on him felt a bit… awkward.

But here you were, soft snores leaving your mouth as you laid in your slumber. The most awkward part of it was that you’d left your dateviators on. They were slightly slid down your nose, but still working. Since you’d been hanging out with Mateo, you’d had them on to be able to converse with him. But now, your head was slumped on his shoulder, the soft material of his duvet jacket acting as a perfect pillow.

Mateo didn’t mind in the slightest. He actually thought it was adorable, gazing on your sweet, sleeping form with a small smile. He gently brushed the hair away from your face, his hand stilling as you shifted. He definitely didn’t want to wake you up. After a moment, you stopped moving, now cuddled into Mateo’s chest as your own rose and fell in even, relaxed breaths. He chuckled at how clingy you seemed to be in your sleep.

“Wow, mi vida,” he said softly. “Guess the inanimals really took it out of you today,”

You’d both had a pretty busy day. All of the inanimals had needed grooming, Sinclaire had dropped off a pretty hyper Sudsy, and Davi had even done his usual disappearing act again. All in all, quite a chaotic time for you both. Mateo of course was kinda used to it. But you? Not so much.

Mateo very cautiously shifted your positions, taking great care not to disturb your rest as he moved you both to a reclining position on the sofa. He propped himself up against the arm, allowing you to lie fully down on top of him, your face snuggled against his chest. Pure comfort. He sighed in content, allowing himself to enjoy this small moment of peace with you. His eyes closed and for a second, he wondered if he could afford to take a quick nap himself.

His eyes shot open as a curious noise broke through the silence.

He looked down at you, a bit confused. He swore he’d heard you speak.

He waited.

Nothing.

With a small frown, he closed his eyes.

There it was again! It was definitely coming from you. Only, it didn’t sound like words. He observed your sleeping form, silently waiting for it to happen again.

“Mmm…”

Oh.

Oh.

A flush settled on his cheeks, turning his face a rosy red. Maybe he was wrong. You couldn’t be… moaning. Right? You’d fallen silent once again, your face burying itself even deeper into his plush chest. Once in the desired position, you let out a satisfied sigh. He tried his hardest to calm his racing heartbeat. Chill, Mateo. He told himself. You’re clearly imagining things. They wouldn’t be-

“Ohh.. fuck,”

He bit his lip as you let out another moan, louder this time and slightly muffled into his chest. Yeah, he definitely wasn’t imagining this. He suddenly felt kind of creepy, as if he was completely invading your privacy. He would never, ever, under any circumstances, want to make you uncomfortable. And if you knew what he was hearing right now… Mateo felt conflicted.

The noises were becoming more frequent and you seemed to be having a very… pleasing dream. He didn’t want to wake you up… You’d been working so hard today and you really deserved the rest! But you also deserved privacy. He took a deep breath and prepared himself for the pure awkwardness that would fill the room after he woke you up.

He didn’t get that chance.

“Mm… fuck yes… Mateo please,”

He froze. Did you… did you just say his name? Blood pounded in his ears, his cheeks heating up adorably. You whined in your sleep, biting your lip subconsciously as you began to grind your hips against him, searching for any kind of stimulation you could find. All the while, you whimpered out the most erotic noises Mateo had ever heard. He couldn’t believe you were still asleep.

Mateo could barely think straight, the noises you were making going straight to his head. And… straight to somewhere else. His body ran hot when he realised just how tight his usually comfy sweatpants had gotten. His cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“Mi amor, you’re gonna be the death of me...”

He had no idea what to do. Hearing you whine his name like that… It was insanely difficult for him to hold back from waking you up to hear exactly what your dream was about. He tried to take deep, calming breaths, raking a hand through his messy locks. But then, a thought struck him. The others; his fellow objects. They could probably hear you right now. I mean, you guys were literally laying on Koa. The idea of that, of them knowing how badly you wanted him… god, it drove him crazy.

You were still going at it, practically humping his thigh at this point. He honestly couldn’t stand it any longer. If you didn’t wake up soon, he’d be giving you one hell of a wake up call.

“Mateo, I need you… please,”

Ay dios mío, the way you were begging so sweetly for him – it drove him crazy. He felt like he was ready to burst. You two had never actually… done anything before. Your relationship was sweet, romantic and caring. Not that he’d never wanted to! It was kind of an awkward thing to bring up and you both were always so busy. But knowing that you’d been dreaming about it… god, he needed you too. Badly.

He gently placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb slowly stroking it, attempting to coax you from your deep slumber. He knew you slept better when you were with him, but he’d never seen you so deep in your sleep. It didn’t take too long to wake you, your eyes slowly fluttering open, blinking in the light of the TV.

“Fuck, did I fall asleep?” you asked hoarsely, rubbing at your eyes.

He chuckled nervously. “Yeah, you did. That tired, huh?”

You smiled up at him. “Must’ve been…” You yawned, stretching your arms. “God, I had the best dream,”

His eyes widened, looking at you curiously. Did… did you know you were talking in your sleep?

“Oh yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah, it was…” You trailed off, a subtle blush rising to your cheeks. “...good, really uh, good,”

He couldn’t hold back the knowing chuckle. “Uh huh, I could tell…”

You looked at him, confusion evident in your eyes. It was only when he purposely rolled his hips up against your own that you realised what he’d meant. The hardness pressed against you left very little to the imagination. Your mouth dropped open and your body burned all over.

“H-how… how did you…”

He smirked, cupping your chin with a soft but firm hand.

Brrrr…

Blinking awake, you pull the covers up tighter around you. It was freezing. Slowly, you make your way out of bed. As your feet hit the floor, you cringed. So cold! 

You pluck your glasses from your bedside table and put them on. Ready to figure out why your house feels like a freezer.  

“Hector, what’s going on? It’s like an icebox in here.” You pull the duvet from your bed and wrap yourself in it. 

“I’m sorry, my love. It appears the ice storm has made the power go out.” You hear his sultry voice from the vent. 

You groan in frustration. Turning to your alarm clock, you see it flashing 3:08. You reach for your phone on the dresser seeing that it’s currently 3:47. Almost an hour since the power went out. Of course this would happen when it’s absolutely freezing outside. 

Rummaging through your dresser, you grab some fuzzy socks and warm sweatpants. You also grab a sweater from your closet, then make your way to your breaker box. 

Opening the closet door, you are met with the sounds of arguing. Inside the Breaker Box club, Volt and Eddie are bickering. The latter man is actively working on the electrical unit. Presumably trying to restore power to the house. 

“Eddie, I don’t understand why you’re attempting to do anything? It’s the city power grid, not you.” Volt sighed, shaking his head at the overworked man. 

“I’m aware, but I can at least try to do something!” He grumbled through gritted teeth. 

Despite you aiding the men, it appeared that Eddie had returned to his old ways. Feeling the need to fix everything, even if he had no control over the current circumstances. 

Clearing your throat, you caught the men’s attention. Both turning to you with surprised expressions. 

“Good morning, dear! It’s quite early for you to be up!” Volt greeted you, attempting to ease the tension. 

“Good morning to you too. How are you guys holding up?” You leaned against the wall at the club’s entrance. 

“Oh just fine!” Volt remained cheery despite the circumstances. 

“You sure?” You raised a brow at him. 

Eddie sighed as he stood up and dusted himself off. You could see grease stains on his shirt and bags under his eyes. You were pretty sure the man had been up all night. 

“It doesn’t seem like you guys are doing ‘just fine’.” You said pointedly. 

“We’re just trying to get the house back up and running.” Eddie said. 

“You do know it’s the city’s electrical infrastructure that’s at work right now, right?” 

“Oh trust me, I’m aware. If I could have a word with the controls at the power plant…” Eddie let out a yawn. “ Well, they’d hear a lot from me about keeping things running.” 

“If I want to keep my house running in tip top shape, I think that some things might need to let themselves have a break.” You admonished Eddie. “Especially if they have zero control over the current circumstances.” 

“Thank you! That’s what I’ve been trying to say this whole time!” Volt narrowed his eyes at Eddie. “Perhaps you’ll actually listen to our homeowner?”

Eddie looked between you and Volt, then sighed in defeat. 

“You two like to team up on me often, you know that?”

“It’s because we care, Eddie.” You gave him a small smile. “Now, please, get some rest.” 

“I should be saying the same thing to you. It’s what, three am?” Eddie huffed at you.

You waved them off, visibly stifling a yawn.

“Don’t worry about me. It’s too cold to sleep.” You tell them, despite feeling a wave of exhaustion hit you. It really was too early for you to be up.

“That’s our live wire, a hypocrite.” Eddie gave you a knowing smirk. 

“Whatever, go get some rest, guys.” You allowed yourself to yawn this time.

“Hopefully you will do the same.” Volt said before wrapping an arm around Eddie and ushering him to the back of the club.

You decided to also take your leave, exiting the club and entering your freezing home. 

As you left, your phone pinged with a message. When you pulled it out, you groaned in frustration. 

Valdivian customer 127600, we regret to inform you that a power outage has occurred in your neighborhood. Your estimated restoration time is 8 hours. Us at Valdivian Energy are here to aid you. If you have any questions, please answer with QUESTION. If you wish to expedite the restoration process, you can pay a one-time fee of $250 dollars to shave off one hour of restoration time. To expedite restoration answer with RESTORE. Thank you for choosing Valdivian Energy!

Eight hours? Surely you would freeze in that amount of time.

You walked up to a window, looking over the frosty landscape as a shiver ran through you. Hopefully the house would be able to handle the cold for a while. 

You made your way through the home. Doing your best to make sure things would stay warm. Lighting up Dante to get some heat in your home. Passing by the sinks in your home, you turned them on just barely. Last thing you needed was bursting pipes. 

When you were finished, your whole body was shivering. You swore you could see your breath puffing in the air. How did it get so cold inside so quickly?

Kneeling in front of your fireplace, you held out your hands to the small fire you made. 

“Lookin’ pretty chilly, hot stuff.” Dante spoke to you from the embers.

“It’s fucking freezing, man. Of course I’m chilly.” You weren’t really in the mood for teasing at the moment. 

“Just trying to lighten the mood.” He raised his hands up with a shrug. “Maybe you could wrap yourself up in something warm?” He eyeballed the blanket on the couch behind you. 

A bright smile grew on your face. Of course! The cozy comfort that is Mateo would hopefully have you warmed up in no time. Plus, paired with your bed, you could go back to a peaceful sleep. 

Standing up, you cracked your back and walked over to where your blanket was sitting. Currently cuddled up with some inanimals. When you sit beside him, he gives you a warm smile. Opening his arm, he gestures for you to snuggle beside him. An invitation you gladly accept. Easily sliding into his warm body, sighing with content at the heat you’re now syphoning off of him.

“Wow, you’re freezing.” He said, pulling you even closer. 

“I know, the house is so fucking cold. And power won’t be restored for forever!” You practically sobbed. 

“Is that why you’re up this early?” His face was filled with concern. Your comfort was quite the top priority for him.

“Yeah. Couldn’t get back to sleep after waking up in an icebox.” You were attempting to hint at needing his assistance. 

“Do you want me to help you with that?” He leaned toward you, making your cheeks heat up.

“Maaaaybeee?” You gave him pleading eyes.

“You know, you can just ask? Or better yet, grab me and take me up with you.” He chuckled lightly before cupping your chin. “You know how much I enjoy being wrapped up with you.” He leaned in, placing a soft peck against your lips. 

You pressed up against him, humming at both the softness of his lips and warmth of his body. 

“Do you want to go upstairs with me? So I can go back to sleep?” You ask sweetly. 

He lets out a soft chuckle. 

“Of course, just let me make sure the inanimals are safe and warm.” It always warms your heart, how caring he was for the unique creatures within your home. 

He proceeded to make sure the inanimals had everything they needed during this outage, then returned to you with a soft smile. Offering his hand, he helped you up from the couch. Wrapping your arms around the man, you pulled him in for a tight hug. Sighing into his comforting warmth. He let out a content sigh himself, pressing his chin over your head to pull you in further. 

After a moment, he pushed away. Whining, you  tried to go back in, but he stopped you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be here. But we should be getting you back to bed. Shall we?” He motioned to the stairs. 

“Alright, but as soon as we’re in bed you’re wrapping that cozy body of yours around me.” 

He let out an airy laugh and grabbed your hand. You pulled him upstairs with you, then bounded to your bed. Plopping down, you pat beside you. Mateo scooted in, wrapping his arms around your torso. 

Realizing how intimately close he was gave you a new idea on how to stay warm. Leaning in, you pressed a deep kiss against his lips. His eyes widened with surprise at the sudden action, then fluttered shut as he enjoyed the kiss. Softly, your tongue pressed against his lips. His own joined yours as he let out a soft groan. You always tasted so good. 

Wrapping one of your legs around his lower body, you pulled his hips flush against yours. Through his pants you could feel he was already growing semi-hard. Smirking, you pulled away from him. Admiring the flush now dusting his cheeks and the swell of his kiss-bitten lips. 

“What are you doing?” He asked softly. “I thought you wanted to sleep.” 

With that, you turned away from him. Pressing your backside into his crotch. A move that had the man groaning. 

“I am going to sleep. I just wanted a goodnight, well I guess, good morning kiss.” You smirked as you felt him shuffling behind you. 

“Is that so?” He pressed a kiss to your neck, making you shiver. 

“Mhmm… but if there’s anything else you wish to do to keep me warm. Be my guest.” You craned over your shoulder to look at him with a lustful gaze.

“Anything?” He asked lowly.

Hands gripping your hips pulled you flush against him. Against your ass you felt his full erection straining. Exactly what you wanted. 

“Anything.” You confirmed before giving a quick peck then turning back around. 

With Mateo wrapped around you, you did feel significantly warmer. Sleep had begun to take over, your eyes fluttering closed. Slow breaths left you as you drifted off into a blissful sleep. 

From behind you, Mateo was itching for more. His hands softly brushing over your dozing body. He loved this. 

Not too long ago, the man had confessed a kink of his that he had been too afraid to voice before. Most of the time he was fairly vanilla. Often enjoying missionary to watch as your face contorted in bliss at the pleasure he was giving you. So this confession had somewhat surprised you. Though based on the type of person he was, it wasn’t too surprising. 

Mateo really, really wanted to fuck you while you slept. Something about you feeling secure enough to sleep next to him had a fire burning inside his loins. He loved the idea of making you cum on his cock as you enjoyed a good rest and blissful dreams. Hopefully him fucking you would aid in making your night time thoughts pleasant. 

With you needing to sleep and needing his aid, might as well give the man what he wants, right? Not that you didn’t want it either. The thought of him using you while you slept also had your thoughts running wild. Wondering what it was going to feel like when he filled you up as you rested. Would you dream of him? How would cumming around him feel? It was… exciting. Something you would gladly participate in. Especially considering it would make the man extremely happy. 

When your breathing became even, Mateo decided to check how deeply you were asleep. In a quiet voice he called your name. You stirred a little, ass brushing against his cock. However, you didn’t wake up. 

Letting out a sigh of relief, Mateo let his hands wander over your body. Warm hands trailed underneath your sweater, cupping your breasts. Again, you stirred but didn’t wake up. His fingers swirled around your nipples, making you keen in your sleep. Ass pressing up against him again. He groaned at the feeling, then began to move his hips against you. His hands continued their journey along your body, now dipping into your sweatpants. Thick fingers reached down to tease your sex. 

He moaned at the feeling of your sopping cunt as he continued to dry-hump your ass. 

“You’re so wet, and you’re not even awake.” He said in awe to himself. 

It would be so easy to just pull your pants down and slip inside you, but he didn’t want to let himself get too carried away. After all, he wanted you to stay asleep for this. Can’t be interrupting your beauty rest. 

Instead, he decided to tease you a bit. Slowly, he pulled down your pants and panties. Then pulled his own pants down. Hard cock flopping out onto your ass. Skin to skin he grinded his hips against you, then he lifted one of your legs. Making sure you hadn’t woken up, he paused to listen to your breathing. Still even breaths, good. He slid his cock between your thighs. Pressing against your dripping pussy. 

“Oh, oh.” He let out quiet moans at the feeling of your slick against his length. Desperately trying not to pummel himself inside you. 

Slowly, he began to move his hips. His hot cock sliding between your folds. The head teased against your clit making your hips unconsciously jolt with pleasure. In your sleep, you let out soft moans with each bump of his cock on your sensitive nub. Mateo could feel your pussy growing wetter and wetter as he continued to fuck between your thighs. His eyes rolled back in bliss at the pleasure your sleeping body was granting him. 

“Fuck,” He kissed your neck. “So good, you’re so good to me.”

You continued to moan in your sleep, not stirring awake. Your hips shifted slightly, and the tip of Mateo’s cock caught the entrance of your pussy. The feeling made you cry out, but you still didn’t wake. Mateo took this as his cue to continue. Pushing the rest of his fat cock into your sopping cunt. Loving the long whine that escaped you when he was fully nestled in. 

For a moment he sat there. Cock filling your warm pussy. Plush walls squeezing against him in the most delicious way. The man felt as if he had died and gone to heaven right there. 

Eventually, he began to move again. Pushing in and out of you, cock hitting that perfect gummy spot within you. The feeling had your body shivering and moaning. Mateo, soothed you with warm hands that trailed over your sides. Oh he was absolutely loving this. Bringing you pleasure while you remained comfortable, a dream come true. The feeling of you squeezing around him was also a plus. Pure pleasure coursing through him with each thrust into your pussy. 

As quietly as he could he let out soft moans and whines. Making sure his cock kept hitting that lovely sweet spot of yours. Every one of your moans shot straight to his cock. He could feel his climax nearing, but wanted to make sure you came first. 

Thick fingers reached around your front, finding your clit. In sloppy circles, he pressed down against the nub. Sparks of pleasure shot through you, making your cunt clench around him. The tightness around his cock indicated your orgasm was near.

He thrust in and out of you with long strokes, cock reaching so deep inside you. Fingers continued to circle your clit, making you cry out. Mateo wondered how you were still asleep through all of this, but was thankful that you were. He hoped that you would wake up utterly satisfied by his ministrations. 

“C’mon, please…” He whispered against your ear with a hot breath. “Please cum for me.”

It took a few more strokes and presses against your clit, but after a particularly hard thrust against your sweet spot, you were gushing around him. Mateo whined loudly as your cunt clenched around him. Your body shivered as your orgasm rocks through you. Involuntarily, your hips thrust back against Mateo. Riding out your orgasm in your sleep as you let out breathy moans and whines. 

At the feeling of your climax, Mateo thrusted faster inside of you. The feeling making your cunt grow overstimulated, but he was so close. He huffed as he chased his own high. Thick cock twitching within you, threatening to unload at any second. With a final thrust, the man let out a whine. Cock shooting out hot ropes of cum within you. His cock twitched at the sounds of your whines. Your body enjoying the feeling of being so full. Oh, he was going to be addicted to this. 

As he came down from his high, he checked up on you. When he tried to call your name, you didn’t respond. Instead, you stayed asleep. Little whimpers and moans escaping your lips as you dreamed. He stayed inside you as his length softened. Loving the feeling of your pussy pulsing around him. 

As he stayed inside with his arms wrapped around you, Mateo felt himself begin to drift off. Eyes fluttering shut, he allowed himself to join you in a blissful sleep. Content with plugging you full of himself. 

Later in the day, you blinked awake again. A feeling of satisfaction washing over you as you yawned. You tried to stretch, but found yourself pulled flush against Mateo. Little snores escaping him as he nuzzled into you. The adorable sight had you smiling.

After a moment, you realized you were feeling very full. Lifting up your duvet, you saw that the man was still shoved deep inside of you. Cock hard once again. You hummed at the feeling, shifting slightly to feel the head of his cock brush up against your sweet spot. 

The action had Mateo whimpering awake. His cock extremely sensitive after staying inside you for so long. He opened his eyes, meeting yours looking at him over your shoulder. 

“Have a good rest?” You asked teasingly.

He nodded, giving you a kiss on the neck that had you shivering. 

“Yes, very much so.” He smiled softly.

“Care for a round two?” You shifted your hips for emphasis, earning you a loud moan.

In response, Matteo thrust up into you. You cried out as he pushed against your gummy spot. 

You’re already breathless, but he still won’t let go. And neither do you.

The room is dim, curtains drawn against the afternoon sun, but the air is thick with warmth and something heavier—him. The scent of him: clean cotton, musk, heat. Your skin is already flushed, bare legs tangled in wrinkled sheets, but Mateo hovers above you like he can’t decide whether to kiss you or collapse into you completely.

And he’s shaking.

Not violently. Not fearfully. Just too much.

Too much love. Too much need. Too much of you.

“I can’t—I can’t stop touching you,” he breathes, voice trembling, lips brushing yours between words. “You feel like heaven, mi vida, and I—I need to be closer…”

You cup his face, thumb brushing the edge of his lower lip, swollen from kissing. He looks wrecked—cheeks flushed, lashes low over glassy eyes, white curls clinging damp to his temples, and his body trembling with the weight of how much he feels.

His chest presses against yours—broad, plush, and warm. Your palms trail down the soft dip of his sides, over silken skin lined with pale stretch marks that shimmer faintly in the low light. His stomach rests against yours, comforting and real, with a white happy trail leading down, catching your touch. You feel him twitch as you drag your fingertips along it, and he groans—low, needy, desperate.

But he doesn’t stop moving.

Slow rolls of his hips, deeper with each pass, a grind that presses in with intent, not just to fuck—but to stay. To live in that heat between you and never leave.

“Fuck— you’re so deep,” you whisper, nails dragging down his back as your legs tighten around his waist.

“I know,” he gasps, mouth at your neck. “I can feel you everywhere—everywhere, mi amor. I’m wrapped in you.”

His rhythm falters just slightly, and he lets out a shaky moan, burying his face in your shoulder. You can feel him whispering against your skin—

“You’re mine. You’re mine. You’re mine—please, tell me you’re mine…”

You cradle the back of his head, pressing your lips to his temple.

“I’m yours, Mateo. I’ve always been yours.”

He groans—a desperate sound, full of too much emotion for his body to contain. He thrusts a little harder, and you feel the tension in his shoulders, the way his whole body is drawn tight with restraint and want.

“Fuck… I can’t—I’m gonna come again, cariño—pero I can’t stop, I don’t want to stop—por favor, let me keep going…”

“Then don’t stop,” you whisper. “Take what you need. Show me how much you love me.”

That’s when he breaks.

He pulls back just enough to look at you—his chest heaving, hair falling across his flushed face. His hips roll again, deeper, and he moans right into your mouth as he kisses you—messy, open, love-drunk.

“Shit— you feel so good—fucking perfect, you’re perfect— why do you feel this good—why do you make me—God, I love you—”

His voice is cracking. His body is trembling above yours as he keeps moving, keeps pressing deeper, trying to melt into you, trying to give you all of himself, over and over.

You lift your hips to meet every motion, your fingers digging into his waist, and he gasps.

“Dios mío, do that again—yes, yes—fuck, you’re gonna ruin me, baby—gonna make me lose my fucking mind…”

“Good,” you pant, kissing his jaw, your tongue grazing the salt of his skin. “Then don’t hold back. Let go for me. With me.”

He swears—loud, shaky, raw—and thrusts harder, slower but with desperate power now, like he’s trying to remember how you feel from the inside out. Like every roll of his hips is a confession.

“You’re it,” he groans, forehead pressed to yours. “You're my family, my home, my whole fucking world—”

A low, guttural moan tears from his chest as he buries himself deep, and you feel it:

The heat. The pulse.

A slow, thick wave of warmth spilling into you—throbbing and full, like he’s pouring every piece of himself inside you. He gasps against your mouth, then lets out a raw whisper:

“Ay Dios… estoy… I’m coming—inside you—fuck—you feel so good, baby…”

And even as he pulses, even as his thighs shake and his stomach tightens in stuttering spasms, he doesn’t stop.

He keeps moving.

Slow. Deep. Messy. Tender.

His hips roll in trembling waves, pushing his own release deeper, his breath shuddering against your neck. You feel him twitch with each stroke, every glide inside slick, overstimulated heat—and then you shatter.

Your body tightens around him without warning—hot, wet, overwhelming—your limbs pulling him in closer as your climax rips through you. It surges from the base of your spine, up your ribs, through your throat as a breathless cry leaves your lips.

Mateo gasps—the sensation of your body clenching around him as you come, hot and rhythmic, pulling at every nerve in his body—nearly undoes him all over again.

“Oh—fuck, baby—you’re coming—” His voice breaks. His whole body shudders. “I feel you—I feel all of it—fuck, you’re squeezing me, oh my god…”

He moans, helpless—grinding in slow, shaky thrusts as your release pulses around him, dragging out the aftershocks. The way you cling to him, the way your walls flutter and grip and soak him—it wrecks him.

Your voice is barely a whisper, wrecked and trembling as you clutch him tighter.

“I’m so full of you, Mateo…”

He groans—a broken, breathless sound—as your words hit him deeper than any thrust could. His eyes flutter shut, hips rolling slow as his body twitches from the overstimulation.

“Sí… baby… you’re holding all of me—so good—you take it so well…”

And even as you say it—you feel it. The slow, unmistakable warmth beginning to slip from between your thighs where his body meets yours. His release, thick and hot, spilling out from you in slow drips, clinging to your skin.

You whimper, your legs twitching as the slickness spreads between you. The combination of it—his deep, soft thrusts, the mess between your bodies, the lingering high—makes your whole body shiver.

“It’s leaking out,” you murmur, lips brushing his ear.

Mateo chokes on a moan—completely undone.

His eyes flutter shut, a shiver rolling through him as he feels your words and your body.

“Dios…” His voice is raw, reverent. “I can feel it—I’m inside you, and it’s still—baby, I filled you so good—but it’s not enough, I need to give you more…”

He grabs your hips, grounding himself, trying to still the overwhelming pleasure—but his body doesn’t obey. His hands tremble as they slide beneath your thighs, lifting your hips slightly, tilting you up to keep him deeper—trying to catch what’s slipping out. A quiet, desperate gasp slips from him as he sees the mess you’ve made together, and then he presses forward again, deeper, achingly slow, like he’s trying to reclaim it.

“Mi amor… mi vida…please—don’t let me go, I need to feel all of you, I need—I need more.”

You thread your fingers through his damp curls, pulling his forehead to yours.

“Still needy?” you whisper, teasing softly, even though your own legs are shaking. “I thought I broke you.”

He gives a breathless laugh, the sound ragged and overwhelmed, his nose brushing yours.

“You did… but I’m still here,” he pants, voice hoarse and dizzy with need. “Still hard, still inside you—fuck, I can’t stop…”

He rocks into you again—slower now, deeper, more careful—but you feel the truth of it: he wants more. More of your body. More of your love.

Your body still slick around him, heartbeat syncing with his. Every time his hips meet yours, there’s this soft sound—wet, desperate, intimate.

“Baby— we can go again, yeah?” he whispers, kissing your jaw, your cheek, your mouth. “Let me… let me stay inside, I don’t want to stop loving you yet…”

You tilt your head back, gasping as his hips roll in another aching press.

“Then don’t stop,” you murmur. “Mateo… do it again. I want it again.”

His eyes flutter shut—completely wrecked, love-drunk, and too far gone.

“Fuck— you’re gonna ruin me.”