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It’s a week before December when you were scrolling absentmindedly through your phone, hoping to find a cute advent calendar for you and Jason to open for the holiday season. You were expecting chocolates, or Legos. Maybe even something book related.
What you found instead made your eyes widen and heart stop. 12 days of adult, holiday fun? Surely this wasn’t what it looked like…?
You thought it was a joke. It wasn’t.
You told yourself to scroll past. You didn’t.
What you did instead was send Jason a screenshot without a message to explain yourself. You wait for the little ‘seen’ to pop up, and when it does you bite your lip and cover your mouth. A few minutes go by before you get a notification back.
“Bought. Anything else, sweetheart?”
It arrives in the mail a few days later, and it’s very presence had been teasing you ever since.
3 days the obnoxiously bright box had been taunting you from its hiding spot in your closet. 3 days of flushed cheeks and fluttering heartbeats, and the cause of fantasies that had your legs pressing together in need if you thought about it for too long. No matter how hard you tried to think about anything else, your mind kept wondering right back to what could possibly be awaiting you in that smutty little advent calendar.
But… you refused to cheat. You were stubborn about it too; you wouldn’t open the damn thing until it was time, because that would ruin the fun-- and the reason you had bought it was for the fun. December 1st couldn’t get here quick enough. And then it did. ~ It’s late in the night when your Jason comes home.
You had wanted to play it cool, nonchalant even, as if the whole thing was just a silly little couple activity that everyone did here and there. To greet him at the door with a welcoming kiss, ask about his day, and then casually bring up the elephant in the room.
But there was only so much you could do in lying to yourself, and more so to your man of all people. There was absolutely nothing nonchalant about the warmth in your face right now, and the wetness that had already soaked your panties. You hold the advent calendar tightly to your chest. It’s heavy, and you can only imagine with bated breath what’s waiting for you both.
The front door locks, and you move towards the sound as if pulled by an invisible tether. Your feet pad softly on the hardwood floor and he turns around to look at you, eyes raking down your legs. Your choice of wearing nothing but his shirt and some frilly panties was no accident, and the way he looks at you makes you dizzy.
And then he sees the box.
His cheeks turn a shade redder. His back straightens. And then he’s walking towards you.
You gulp, smiling at him sheepishly. You want to make a small quip to ease the tension in the air, but words have failed you. Heat continues to pool in your core, and you try not to look as horny as you feel. He stops in front of you and you stop breathing.
He notices- of course he does- and he gives you a smile back. It doesn’t reach his starving eyes, and you feel a pulsing all the way down to your clit. You wonder if his cock is twitching with the exact same feeling, and the thought makes you shudder.
“Hi.” He says, eying you up and down and taking a deep, grounding breath.
“Hi.” You say back, shy and giddy and needy for him all at once. “It’s December 1st.”
“Yes, it is.” He murmurs, reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ears.
The gesture, usually so disarming and sweet, leaves goosebumps in its wake.
Before you have time to respond, his hands have moved down to your waist, tugging you close. You gasp, and he takes the moment to close the gap and kiss you hungrily, his tongue slipping in shamelessly. You groan and melt against him, almost forgetting about the huge box in between you both. Almost.
Sighing, Jason gives you one more kiss before reluctantly pulling back, as if leaving the warmth of your body was the worst thing in the world to him. But the elephant in the room, with all its bright swirls and teasing colors, demanded to be addressed. He raises his eyebrow playfully and looks deep into your eyes.
“Well then. What’s behind door number one?”
Giggling nervously, you put the box down on the couch and pat the seat next to you. Gingerly, Jason sits as close to you as possible, his knee brushing against yours.
You can’t handle the suspense for a second longer. You tear open the first door and practically rip out the first toy. Jason’s breath catches in his throat.
You almost don’t recognize what it was at first, but then realization dawns on you. Your face burns-- you were holding a leather paddle. (Or was it a riding crop? Not like the details mattered; the last thing you wanted to do was look for an instruction manual).
You turn over the little thing as you take in the design, gasping in amusement. After so many days of ruminating and guessing, something so cheeky for the first day would not have been your first guess. What you see is a forest green paddle, with multiple little red and blue ornaments painted on. Like it was a weirdly shaped rectangular Christmas tree. It was… kinda funny actually. And maybe you would have laughed, if you didn’t catch Jason’s fist clench at that very moment.
Your eyes shift to look him over, taking in his shallow breathing and the way he eyes the toy in front of him. And then he reaches forward and takes it into his big hands, inspecting every detail. His eyes are dark with a need you hadn’t ever seen in him, and suddenly there was nothing funny about the little tree at all. It’s even less funny when he puts it down, and pulls you onto his lap flush against him. He begins kissing you again. It’s slow at first, and then it’s deeper. Rougher. His hands go to grip your hips and massage the skin there, and you moan into his mouth, fingers tangled in his hair. Jason lets out a soft groan as you tug harder, his own grip tightening reflexively. The sound of your moan ignites a fire within him, and he returns the kiss with fervor, his tongue claiming your mouth. His hands slide beneath the fabric of your shirt, calloused fingertips trailing against the bare skin of your back, leaving shivers in their wake. He pulls back just enough to pull the the T-shirt off of you in one fluid motion, causing your breasts to bounce dangerously close to his face. He shudders as he takes in the view.
“Beautiful. So beautiful.” he murmurs, placing doting kisses on your sternum, hands going to palm your ass.
“Jason…” you moan deeply and grind against his hardened cock, completely lost in the feeling of being worshipped by your man.
In the heat of the moment, you had almost forgotten about the advent calendar and that the item hidden behind the first door was right beside you. But Jason hadn’t.
And he wasn’t about to let you forget either.
Before you know what’s happening, he has you moved from straddling his lap to laying across it instead.
You gasp and your eyes go wide as he positions you better, moving you like you weigh nothing. To him, you probably didn’t.
His hand roams over you ever so slowly… slowly… slowly down your shoulder blades, and down your back, fingertips leaving a teasing trail around the curve of your ass and hips. Then he’s leaving soft touches between your thighs, spreading them gently and moving you to arch backwards ever so slightly.
You almost couldn’t believe this pornographic display was happening right now; he actually had you laying across his lap, ready to be spanked. Your body is shaking with excitement at this point, and you have to remind yourself to breath. This type of foreplay was new, very new, and it made your pussy clench in desperation.
And then his hand is gone, and he shifts momentarily to grab something to his right. When he reaches back down to touch you, what you feel isn’t the warm touch of flesh; it’s leather.
“Please.” Is all you say, your voice hoarse with desire.
He doesn’t need to be told twice.
He moves the toy teasingly across your curves, the touch so gentle and featherlight that it leaves goosebumps in its wake. You gasp and wiggle underneath him.
“More. Please.” you beg, and the sound that leaves your lips when it slaps you for the first time is so lewd that Jason has to hold back a gasp of his own.
It wasn’t a hard spank by any means of the word; a light stroke that didn’t even leave much of a sting in its wake. But fuck if the moment of it all didn’t turn you into a wet and desperate mess.
“Again. More.”
Jason's eyes darken as he sees you fall apart. The sight of you begging for it, so beautifully compliant, sends a jolt of arousal straight to his cock. He runs his other hand down the smooth curve of your back, and then over the swell of your ass, his touch adoring.
"Greedy little thing," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "That's how you speak to me?"
He spanks you again, just hard enough to leave a rosy tingle on your skin. You correct yourself in hopes he gives you more of what you so desperately crave.
“Please, baby. Please. More, I want more.”
Jason relishes the way you beg for it, the mix of pleading and submission in your voice doing something to him that he didn’t even have a name for. He thought he knew the depth of his desire for you by now, completely familiar with the ache and lust you always brought out of him and the worst level it could be. Oh, how this proved him wrong tonight.
The paddle comes down on your other cheek, a slightly sharper smack this time. Then again, and again, until your skin was stinging sinfully. He couldn’t tell what exactly it was that made his cock start leaking; the imprint slowly making its mark on your skin, or the way you mewled and cried under him.
“Is this what you want, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice thick and low with arousal. "You want me to leave my mark on you? It feels that good, baby?”
“Yes, yes!” You gasp, the mix of pain and pleasure making your nipples hard and your pussy drool.
His pants had to have been soaked by now for sure, especially if the tent poking at you was any indication. You had left a mess on him. You hoped he would punish you for it.
You feel the paddle move down then, stopping right against your entrance. You freeze, anticipation running hot in your veins. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you. Your Jason would never hurt you. But with this new feeling of the leather pressed flush against your aching hole, you almost wanted him to.
You have to shake your head to clear it a bit after that. Did you really just think that?
Jason's breath hitches as watches your body react to him.
"Look at you," he pants, his voice thick with lust. "Who knew you were such a dirty girl?”
He rubs the paddle teasingly against you, the leather rubbing your clit in a way that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your hole clenches around nothing again, and he has to bite his cheek to stop himself from stealing a taste.
He continues, pleased to hear the familiar sound of your cries hitching just as they do when you start to climb your peak.
"Tell me what you want, baby." He begs, his grip on the paddle tight as he continues his torture.
His other hand goes to rub the sensitive skin of your ass, massaging the skin in his huge palm. He knows what you’re going to say before it leaves your mouth.
“I want to cum.” You whine, and you had no shame left in your body to care, especially not when the feeling of the paddle quickens its circular pace.
A familiar coil begins to build inside you. Despite the arched position, and being teased for the first time by something so foreign and sinful, you know if he keeps this up he’ll have you cumming in no time.
And that’s when his hand moves from your ass to your pussy, rubbing a circle around your wet entrance and prodding teasingly as the toy continues its blissful pace a few inches below. And then you reach what you so desperately had been reaching for.
The sensation of everything, partnered with how utterly kinky everything had been tonight, is enough to have an orgasm crashing down on you in seconds. It hits you hard, mind numbing and blinding, and you cry out his name so longingly and full of aching that he almost cums right with you. His eyes never leave you.
After the main shocks fizzle away, he still waits a few moments for you to completely come down from your high, very much enjoying the view as you grind against both the paddle and his fingers.
And then you collapse on the couch, still half in his lap, totally spent.
Leaning forward, Jason wraps his arms around you as best as he can considering the position you were still in. He puts the paddle down on the floor, and presses one, two, three sweet kisses to your back. You melt into his touch and he smiles softly against your skin.
“Can’t wait for Day 2, baby.”