"Bah Humbug, Hobi." You scowl as he drapes tinsel around your shoulders. It's only the 1st of December and it already looks like an elf exploded throughout your apartment.
"Oh come on Y/n... Tis the season right?" He grins flopping over the side of your chair and into your lap.
"I purposefully stayed in Korea to avoid Christmas." You grumble as he plays with the tinsel around your neck.
"Oh come on let me show you how fun Christmas can really be... at least when you're spending it with me..." He winks and rolls off of you in the least graceful way possible. He lands on the floor with a thud before attempting to redeem himself with a French girl pose to rival Kate Winslet. You roll your eyes, tossing the tinsel in his face. You turn your attention back to the TV.
He huffs and stalks off into another room. He leaves you undisturbed for a couple of hours after that, although you do occasionally hear him giggling to himself. Never a good sign. Eventually, he comes back into the living room, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
That grin doesn't leave his face for the next few days...
A number of suspicious parcels arrive over the next few, each time Hobi intercepts the post and squirrels them away into your bedroom. Each time you sigh. Subtlety really isn't his speciality. You really had been hoping for a quieter Christmas this year, but your over-excitable boyfriend clearly had other plans. You bought him presents too, but by the time the 12th of December arrived, you were concerned by just how many things had been appearing.
That evening he presented you with a makeshift advent calendar.
12 boxes of varying sizes laid out and a stoking filled with raffle tickets for you to pick from each day.
He shook the stocking and held it out for you to pick your first present. You try to amp up your energy up to meet his, half-mocking, half really trying to be supportive. You make a show of picking the first number from the red sock and dramatically flourish the small paper as you remove it.
"SEVEN!" You announce a little too loudly.
"Ah that's more of a present for me... I think you'll still enjoy it" You cock your head to the side questioning him as he reaches for one of the flatter boxes in his collection. You undo the pretty bow as Hobi practically starts to vibrate with excitement. He bites his bottom lip as you pull away the tissue paper to reveal delicate red lingerie. It's a beautiful set, lace and satin, very clearly expensive, and very much to your tastes.
"Why is it a present for you? Is it for you to wear?" You tease holding the bra up to his chest.
"Not these, but we can get me a matching set if that gets you going." He winks.
"I'm going to hold you to that." You tease, taking the panties from the box and walking away to try them on. You put the set on quickly, barely adjusting the straps to give you some extra umph for the limited wear time. You then grab hold of Hobi's robe to cover yourself.
You come back and find Hobi sat on the sofa with his legs spread wide, leaning back like he was king of the world. You drop the robe down your shoulder a little revealing one of the red straps. Suddenly you have his full attention. He springs forward in the chair, hands reaching out for you to step between. Each stride you take, a little more of the robe drops until it's a forgotten puddle on the floor and his hands are on your bare thighs.
.....
The next day your excitement is slightly less forced as you wait to be offered a new ticket. It's mid-afternoon when Hobi produces the stocking. You reach for the soft garment, retrieving a new number.
