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ꗃ ⋆ ࣪ . dear santa... i can explain » smut

warning; christmas shenanigans, reader is a lonely wife (or is she 🤶), soft sleepy sex, kissing, riding but more like lazy grinding, unprotected piv sex (DON'T you're getting coal this christmas), cream pie, breeding kink, they are in love your honor

i'll be home for christmas - bing crosby
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it seems that all you do around christmas time is wait for your husband.

your dear, darling husband, a man who will be devoted to his work for eternity. a humble man who is looked up to by practically the whole population. life with him is incredible and he keeps your world alive and warm, you almost forget about the biting cold outside that you're not quite accustomed to yet.

what a shame he must work on christmas eve. all you hope is that he eats well during his shift and comes home safe after traveling in the snow.

sleep pricks at your eyes, making it impossible not to shut them. you attempt to stay awake for him every year, but alas, it's usually futile. as much as your heart wish to greet your husband the second he arrives, your body strives for the opposite.

you're halfway to dreamland, where you will fantasize about spending the day with your husband and the rest of your loved ones, when there's a small noise coming from ahead. then, there's a creak. from your spot on the couch, you already know what that means:

"honey!"

changbin pauses in his tracks before slowly rotating in your direction. adorning his regular present-delivering outfit, red and lined with fur, the pompom of his hat dangles as he removes it. under all those layers that keep him from hypothermia is pure muscle, thick and somewhat fluffy. in order to glide from chimney to chimney with an infinite sack in record time, maintaining his figure is a requirement.

a smile forms when he sees you, all cozy in your plaid pajamas and yawning as you extend your arms at him. your husband sighs as he sets his ginormous, now empty sack on the wooden floor, "i can never win with you, huh? you always lose sleep over me. were you just sleeping, honey?" you nod sleepily and he giggles, not hesitating any longer to envelope you in one of his toasty hugs. he nuzzles the crook of your neck, his breath against your racing pulse, his stubble scraping your skin. these are the true bear hugs, when his body weight is grounding you and positively thawing your heart.

"losing sleep over you is my tradition, just like you have yours," you answer.

"my tradition is my job. i love it, but i love you more, so i want you to rest up."

"well now i'm not tired!" you say. how could you be when your husband is draped over you like a thick blanket, still in his work clothes, having just come back from making millions happy?

changbin quirks an eyebrow. "okay then. what's today's date?"

is it technically today... or tomorrow? the more you try to resolve it in your head, the less sense it makes. you must be pondering for a while, because your husband's stare is as teasing as it is loving.

"let me take you to bed, darling," changbin says, more of a statement rather than a plead. he sits up and proceeds to pick you up like the true princess you are to him. you wrap your arms around his neck, admiring his soft features and doting nature.