𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 • 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

them during christmas
time...

• 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 •

!your pov!

"You're mean. You know I can't reach." I huff, crossing my arms as Tom lifts me up a little higher.

I'm placing the star on top of our Christmas tree, with Tom lifting me up since I can't reach.

But he keeps teasing me, lifting me very little, so thst I can almost reach, but not quite.

"I give up. If you dont lift me up properly I'll-"

"You'll what?" Tom says, swiftly placing me on the floor and pulling me flush against him, smirking.

"Stop being horny. Not the time."

"You're no fun." He jokes, chuckling at my reaction before lifting me up properly, letting me place the star on top of the tree.

"Looks great, babe." Tom says for the 6th time as  I admire and explain every detail of the decorations.

"You're boring. How can you not loke Christmas? I know you're a robot, but this is a bit far." I say.

"I do like Christmas. So much." Tom says in a tone that makes me doubt him.

I sigh. "You probably don't even like my decorations."

He tackles me down to the sofa, laughs filling the air of our home.

"I love your decorations. I promise."

• 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 •

!his pov!

Christmas time was Y/n's favorite time and my least favorite time. Why? Buying stuff for others.

Gift shopping is literally the bain of my fucking existence. But it it means I get to see a smile on my girl's face, I'll do it.

And I still want to get her something that I can enjoy too.

But I still feel my face heat up as I was into the lingerie store.

"Hi, sir. How can I help you today?" An elderly looking lady comes to help me.

"I'm just having a look around. It's for my girlfriend." I mumble, and she smiles before nodding and leaving me be.

I try my best not to get a boner as I imagine Y/n in these sets and I do manage.

-

"I love it, baby." Y/n says, blushing as I give her the present. I gave her all her other ones earlier, but saved this one for tonight.

"I love you." I say, and she rolls her eyes, making me chuckle as she sits on my lap.

"Merry Christmas." She says, lips against mine.

• 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞 •

!your pov!