⟡ 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇!・bf!matt・pet names・cuddling・skin to skin・cozy and intimate・slightly suggestive (not much)・more.
You had been out for a while today, running some errands, meeting up with friends for a cup of something warm. Unfortunately for you, today was probably the coldest it’s been in a while, the air had a certain chill to it that screamed fall. You wished you were at Matt’s place, cuddling under his cozy comforter with him.
So what did you do when you arrived at your boyfriend’s? You immediately walked towards his room, thanking Chris for letting you in, and taking your jacket off on the way. Chris simply laughed, telling you it was no problem, before plopping back down on the living room couch beside Nick to scroll through his phone again.
You entered Matt’s room with a slow sigh, almost like you were relieved as the coziness of his room wrapped around you like a warm blanket. The golden glow of the setting sun peeked in through the sides of his window shades, coloring the room in dim lights of orange, making it all the more cozy.
Matt laid asleep on his bed, his comforter tucked around his sleeping frame, his expression soft and peaceful and boyish. Your expression softened, lips curling into a soft smile as you placed your bag on his gaming chair and approached his bed.
You slowly took off your clothes, placing them somewhere by the foot of his bed. You didn’t want to startle him with your chilled skin by climbing into his bed without warning, so you gently shook his shoulder, hoping it’d wake him up.
Matt slowly woke up, blinked twice, then his eyes widened when he saw your naked state, just in your panties. He was speechless for a moment, his eyes darting between your bare breasts and your face. Finally, he whispered, "Baby...?"
You chuckled softly, although a bit shaky because of how cold you felt. "Yeah... I know." You smiled at his confused state. He was woken up by his girlfriend, and she’s standing in front of him practically naked. Of course he’d be confused.
Matt noticed the slight shiver in your voice, and the coldness of your fingertips as it brushed against his naked shoulder, and his expression softened. Pushing his desire aside, he wordlessly lifted the comforter and scooted to make space for you—as if he knew exactly what you wanted.
You slipped in beside him, and he hissed softly when your cold limbs made contact with his much warmer ones, but he didn’t pull away—instead pulled you closer. Your heart warmed at that. He was probably feeling discomfort from how cold you were, and yet, he was making sure to warm you up.
"You’re freezing." Matt mumbled, voice deeper than usual and rough with sleep. "C’mere." He pulled you closer, nuzzling his nose against your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "You should’ve dressed warmer... Don’t want my girl getting sick."
His words were slow and quiet, like he was still half-asleep, and they warmed you from the inside. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against himself. Matt had boxers on, but otherwise he was naked, making this feel more intimate than their usual cuddling.
Your nipples had hardened because of the coldness, and they pressed against his chest, making him chuckle softly, the sound vibrating into your skin.
"I love you," you murmured, tangling your legs with his. Your fingers gently brushed through his sleep mussed hair, feeling the messy strands untangle between your digits. You felt him smile against your neck, his arms tightening more around you as a soft contented sigh left his lips.
"I love you too." His hand gently rubbed your back, up and down, slowly, his touch firm and warm.
Soon, you found yourself drifting off to sleep, lulled by his warmth and soft words. And he fell asleep as well, his breathing growing slow and steady, matching yours.
Minutes passed and the sun set completely, turning the sky into a dark blue hue. Matt’s room was quiet except for yours and his soft breathing, and the occasional rustling of fabric as you two shifted in your sleep. Your body had already grown warm, thanks to Matt’s body warmth and the fluffy comforter cocooning you both.
ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𝖎𝖘𝖆’𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 ་༘࿐ wrote this because it’s getting so cold where i live and i came home from school freezing like i was literally shivering and trembling (my anemia didn’t help at all). got in bed and drank something hot, still felt like i was dying :) drank my iron supplements tho, so that’s good. still, having low iron is no joke goddamn. also, i apologize if this is shit. i’m not the best at writing fluff 😔
warnings: nsfw content. porn with no plot. fingering. slight dirty talk.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 chris sturniolo x fem!reader
chris wanted to watch a movie. you wanted him. he proposed a compromise, which is you sitting between his spread legs, back against his chest, movie playing seamlessly on the tv in front of you both all with his hand stuffed into the front of your panties.
if you didn’t know chris so well, you’d think he wasn’t paying attention to the movie, the way his fingers move perfectly in and out of your pussy, rubbing your clit right when you need it. but you do know him, and you know his eyes are glued to the screen.
your whines and mewls are barley stifled with your bottom lip between your teeth, your fingers gripping his thighs. he doesn’t even have to hold you open, your legs staying parted because you wanted this so badly.
wet squelching fills the room as his fingers curl inside of you, your hips bucking against his hand with a soft whine. he tuts from behind you, and you can feel him shake his head.
“jesus,” he drawls, fingers curling even deeper inside of you “gonna have to turn the volume up, can barley hear the movie over this greedy pussy.”
your cheeks burn, squeezing your legs shut to try and stifle the noise. his fingers don’t let up, and his free hand that splayed against your stomach to hold you back against his chest grips your thigh, tugging it effortlessly back open.
your head tips back against his shoulder when the heel of his palm grinds against your clit, and you can feel his breath puffing hotly against your neck before he places a few chaste kisses along the column of your throat.
you can feel his cock hardening against your back, and you give a desperate whine in hopes for more, but his eyes stay mostly locked on the screen. his fingers are methodical and almost slow, but they’re building a perfect knot in your tummy.
“chris,” you hiccup out, squirming slightly in front of him, “gonna make me cum.”
he gives a low hum, acknowledging your half warning, half plea. you shift a bit back against his chest, head craning back against his shoulder with a pout. you want his attention, but he’s caught up in this dumbass movie.
he feels your relentless wiggling, head tilting to look at you. when he sees the desperation all over your face, a shameless smirk curls at the corner of his mouth.
“yeah?” he coos softly, “want me to kiss you while you cum on my fingers?”
you nod desperately, and his head dips down to close the gap. he kisses you deeply but messily, filthy to match the obscene sounds his hand is making between your legs but deeply to ground you.
he swallows your gasps and hiccups as you cum, working his fingers into your pussy until your thighs clamp so hard around his hand he can’t move it any longer. he pulls your bottom lip between it teeth, tugging it as he pulls away.
he takes in your expression, floaty and sweet as you slump even further back into his chest. but a loud clash on the tv draws his attention back, and he pulls his hand from your panties, bringing it up to your lips for you to lick clean.
you whine around his fingers, and his free hand slips between his front and your back, and you can feel him adjust his cock that’s confined by his sweatpants. your stomach bubbles with anticipation, that you’ve finally gotten his full attention.
but when he pulls his fingers from your lips with a wet ‘pop’, he reaches to his nightstand to grab the tv remote, rewinding the last couple minutes of the movie he had just missed. you sit up to give him an incredulous look, that he seriously is going back to watching the movie.
he doesn’t look at you, but you can see him desperately trying to suppress a laugh as he pretends to ignore you.
caroline speaks: girl if you don't let him finish that movie
