#sorrryyyyyyyyy

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 😁