#flut

"Ay-yo! Just what do you think you're doing? Mm, miss? I don't think my lady would appreciate you grabbing my ass like that. Especially since she's not around to defend what's hers." Kafka batted your hand away from his chest after you lightly smacked his cute little butt. 

"Oh hush. If your 'lady' had any clue as to just how much of a stud muffin you are, she'd never take her sights off of that sexy dad bod you've got going on here." You climbed into the shower and stood behind him, pressing your still dry breasts against his soaking back. 

"D-dad bod? But I - we - there are no kids. I don't have kids. I - we haven't even talked about having kids." He sounded like he was starting to panic. 

"Calm down. Calm ..." You ran your hands from the fronts of his shoulders down his chest and lightly scratched his upper thighs with your nails, "down."

You felt him tense up beneath your fingertips before he pushed your hands away and turned to face you. 

"Look, Miss...?" He backed you up against the shower wall and pressed his erection to your own cute, pudgy belly. "Eh, y'name's not important. I'll forget it anyway because my heart belongs to another. But I'm gonna make damn sure you never forget who I am." 

Kafka grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head and he held them there with one hand. His other hand traced the swell of the outline of your left breast. 

"Keep your hands there. Don't move them until I tell you to do so. Understood? Miss?" He was speaking so closely to your ear that you could feel the breath behind his words. 

You nodded, looking a little taken aback by his behavior. 

He grabbed your right thigh with his hand and hiked your leg up over his hip and pressed into you. You felt everything. 

Kafka slid his hand from your thigh to your backside and lifted your other leg up to wrap around his waist. He slowly lowered you onto his cock, watching your face all the while.

"Miss, you're so tight. Can't say I've ever experienced anything quite like this before. Damn, heh."

You gasped as he fully buried himself inside of you. The warm water was making the entire experience even more enjoyable.

"I told you not to move, Miss. What part of that didn't you understand?" He growled at you.

Kafka shifted his hips and thrust himself into you with such force that you had to bite your lip to keep from screaming. His hands gripped your backside so tightly that you were sure he was going to leave bruises.

"Oh fuck!" You cried out, trying to free your hands from his grip.

"Ah, ah, ah. No. You stay right there." He bit down on your shoulder, drawing a moan from you.

Kafka continued to slam into you, and you could feel yourself starting to tremble from the intensity everything.

"K-Kafka! I-I'm gonna ... oh shit! Oh my god!" You tried to pull your arms away from him, but he wouldn't let go.

"Hold it. Not yet." He moved his hips in a circular motion, grinding into you.

"Please! Please, Kafka! Let me cum! Please!" You begged him.

"Alright. Go ahead, Miss. Cum for me." He released your wrists and held on to your hips with both hands, pushing himself deeper and deeper into you.

You dug your nails into his back and screamed his name as you finally released the tension that had been building inside of you.

"Ah, hah hah hah! Fuck, Kafka! Fuck!" You continued to moan as he slowed down his pace and gently slid out of you.

"That's it, Miss. That's a good girl." He groaned as he reached his own orgasm. You could feel him cum hard inside of you. Your walls pulsating around his throbbing dick. 

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, kissing your neck and shoulders. "Was that too rough? I didn't hurt you, did I, kitten?" 

You were still trying to catch your breath. But you smiled and shook your head no, "Mm - Kafka, that was so hot. And where did you get the idea to call me 'Miss?'" You found yourself blushing, even after all of that you two just did. 

"Mm-mm-mm. Jus' came to me. You uh, you liked it, huh?" 

"Kafka, you were amazing." You pulled away from him and looked him in the eyes. "You are amazing."

He smiled and kissed you on the lips and gave your butt a playful smack.

You reached for the body wash and started to soap yourself up.

"I don't know about that, Miss. There's something about you that I find strangely irresistible." He winked at you.

"You are talking about me, right? You must be crazy." You teased him.

"Nah, just crazy happy." 

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He lets out a low groan and you move to lie beside him.

He's lying on his front, arm wrapped around his dark red pillow, keeping his cheek pressed to the soft surface. Unbelievably adorable, even in his sleep.

"Mister Barnes, you have to wake up, it's Christmas."

A little smile grows on his face as you kiss his cheek.

He still doesn't move so you begin to pepper his face and shoulders with little kisses.

You call him every variation of his name until he finally opens one eye when you give him a stern "Thomas."

"Darling, it's Christmas, why are you waking me so early?" He asks softly, unable to ever be irritated with you for waking him with kisses.

"Bennyyy, it's Christmas and I'm excited." You say with a pout, "I worked really hard on your gift."

He turns over with a flop and reaches for you, grabbing your hips and pulling your body onto his.

He hums in bliss when he feels your body cover his. In the distance, there's 'Jingle Bell Rock' playing softly on your speaker. He laughs at your leashed excitement.

"You're not going to let me go back to sleep, are you?" He murmurs with a smile.

"If you really want me to let you sleep, I will." You say, kissing his bare chest, "Otherwise, no."

"What's in it for me?" He asks, his cock swelling at the dirty thoughts running through his sleepy head.

"Anything you want, Ben. Ask and it's yours."

He groans, considering the implications of your words.

His arms squeeze you tighter.

"Give me ten minutes and I'll be right there."

Your excitement makes him laugh some more, as you give his face an overabundance of kisses and you slip away excitedly.

~

You're sitting excitedly at the foot of the tree, scrolling through your phone when Ben walks in. You smile and toss the device over your shoulder but quickly scramble to grab it when you see that he's wearing a very imaginative Christmas sweater. Your eyebrows shoot up as you take in the sweater, modelled after a Christmas tree with tinsel and baubles over his chest.

Ben grabs your phone before you can get to it and you laugh hysterically.

"Why did we need a Christmas tree..... if you had that sweater!" You laugh trying to fight him for your phone. You spot an on/off button concealed at the bottom of his shirt and you press it, gasping as his jumper lights up with tiny multicoloured lights.

"Benjamin!" You exclaim with a laugh, resuming your efforts to grab your phone. He laughs and fights you in his vibrant sweater until you're pinned beneath him beside the tree.

"You're not appreciating my efforts, darling." He chides.

"I do! I do appreciate the effort. I just wish you'd told me about this sweater before we bought the tree-" you gasp as you're flipped onto your stomach, hands pulled behind your back and then bound with something scratchy.

Your wriggling earns you a sharp spank to your rear and you squeal. He turns you over once more and as you open your mouth to protest, you get a mouthful of candy cane.

It's pressed into your mouth horizontally and you give him a harsh look when he leans back to appreciate you, bound in tinsel and gagged with candy.

"Can't believe how ungrateful you are, darling, Christmas is a time for love and kindness." He catches the roll of your eyes. And he takes on a stern expression.

"You woke me up from bed this morning, and I demand compensation." He murmurs, tugging your shorts and underwear down your legs.

You squeal behind the sweet minty flavour and it turns into a moan when his thumb circles your clit. He keeps the pace unpredictable, speeding up and slowing down at his own whim, until you're pliant beneath him.

He grins.

"Ah, you're a much more agreeable person now, darling."

He takes his time, working you on his tongue under the tree, your presents for each other sitting right beside your head as he moans between your legs.

His head dips lower, nose brushing your thigh as he moves your legs over his shoulders.

"Time to give this pretty cunt her Christmas present." He murmurs just above a breath.

You moan his name behind the candy as his tongue makes quick work of you. You cum on his tongue but he doesn't stop until you've cum a second time and your legs shake around his head.

"Delicious girl." He says when he finally raises his head.

You struggle against the tinsel and he laughs.

"I'm not finished with you yet, darling. I still have to fuck you with my ugly sweater on so that you see it next Christmas and grow wet at the memory."

He grins as your eyes widen. He pushes your shirt up to expose your breasts, giving sweet kisses to your stiff nipples.

"Merry Christmas." He says finally, before pushing into you.

~

Merry Christmas Everyone 😁