#the cookie

Every year your grandmother sends you a package with a batch of her famous peppermint Christmas cookies and you usually have it all to yourself.

But this year it’s not the case, because you moved together with your boyfriend Arthur and you share these treats with him, of course.

It’s the last day of work before Christmas Eve for you and needless to say, you’re stressed.

All you want to do is get home to Arthur, take a bath, have a hot chocolate with Grandma’s cookies and unwind.

However, the moment you get home you find your boyfriend on the couch, reaching for the last but one of the peppermint cookies and it’s enough to freak you out eventually.

“I hope that this is not the last cookie, Arthur. I swear –“

Arthur flinches and scrambles to his feet, like a deer caught in headlights.

He can hear from the sound in your voice that you’re not to mess with this evening.

“I actually have a surprise for you, (Y/N). I was just waiting for you to come home.”, he lies.

Arthur closes the space between you swiftly and grabs you by the waist before you can get a word in.

He dips you gently and you can’t do anything but hold on to him as he kisses you slow and full of passion. It’s enough to make you forget about all the build up stress and frustration for as long as the kiss lasts.

When Arthur does pull back, you’re both breathless.

“About the cookies, baby –“, Arthur starts, but you cut him off with another kiss.

“Forget the cookies and focus on this cookie here, baby.”, you mutter in between kisses as you urge him to walk towards the bedroom with you.

Arthur obliges happily and realizes your frustration quickly; which only spurs him on more. He wants to cheer you up – and not only because he feels terrible for eating almost all of the cookies by himself.

So, Arthur takes care of you in more than one way; he uses his hands, mouth and his cock to make you feel good – and it works. You experience two orgasms at least before he fucks you into the mattress and makes you come a third time.

In the end, you have forgotten how the two of you even ended up in bed after you just came home from work, but you don’t mind.

Now you’re just playing the little spoon as Arthur cuddles you from behind. He pulls you closer to his chest and kisses your temple lovingly.

”Let’s bake some cookies tomorrow, baby.”, he mutters sleepily, nuzzling your neck.

You giggle softly as his breath tickles your exposed skin. “Baking? With you? Remember what happened the last time we baked together?”

Arthur hums and chuckles as he nods. “Yeah, guess why I’m suggesting it.”

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