One Direction Preferences

Santa Baby

The lights were tangled together, unwilling to detangle as I fussed with them. I sigh and drop my hands to rest upon my thighs. "Babe...these lights are impossible. Can't we just buy new ones?" I turn to look at Harry, but he was no longer where I last saw him. I stand up and walk towards the exit of the garage, avoiding the various boxes of Christmas decorations.
"Harr-"
I halt, my eyes widening as I see him step back into the garage. He stood halfway in the door separating the kitchen and the garage. His body was clad in nothing but Calvin Klein and a Santa hat. I stifle a laugh and cover my mouth.
"Look what I found in my box. Festive, huh?"
I nod, a grin on my face. "It's very festive. What are you planning on doing with that getup though?"
He smirks. "Why don't you come get on Santa's lap, and I'll tell you."
He proffers his hand out to me, and I willingly take it. I giggle as he leads me back into the house and into the lounge area. He sits down with a huff before tugging me down onto his lap. "What can Santa do for you?"
I look at him, dumbfounded. "Am I seriously supposed to play along with this? You're ruining my childhood."
He laughs. "What the hell, Y/N? I'm trying to be sexy. Yes, you are supposed to play along with this."
"Santa isn't sexy."
"This Santa is."
I smile brightly at him and straddle his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Yes. Yes, he is." I adjust his hat as he gives me a half smile.
"I'm glad you think so. That just got you on my nice list."
I press soft kisses along his jawline, resting my hands on his toned chest. "Hmm...it did?"
He nods and licks his lips. "It did."
I lower my lips down onto the base of his neck. I could feel his arms snake underneath my shirt, delicately smoothing over my skin. He tilted his head to give me more access while I began to grind my hips against him. I could hear him hiss in satisfaction from the clothed friction heating up between us.
He pulls my face up level with his to kiss me. Our lips mold together in sync, and I could feel myself slowly becoming aroused with his touch. I moan onto his lips when he pushes his hips up to meet mine. His thick bulge was enough to send me spiraling into a pit of deliria. Fuck. I needed to feel him and feel all of him.
"Harry," His name fell off my swollen lips as I pulled back to look at him. His eyes were filled with lust and need, which I'm sure was replicated in my eyes.
He nods in full understanding of what I need. I lift my hips as his fingers wrap around the band of my pajama shorts, removing both my underwear and my shorts. I could feel his breath fan across my ear as he whispered to me. "I knew being naughty was more your thing, but we can keep that between us."
I smirk and help him shimmy off his briefs. "Why don't you just shut up and fuck me then."
His eyes gleam wickedly as they travel down my body. "With pleasure."
I bite my lip and watch him stroke his length in his hands, pre-cum oozing from his slit. My body knowingly got tingles just awaiting for what came next. If my uneven breathing wasn't enough to give off how ready I was, the wetness between my thighs was another thing. Harry teased me, rubbing the tip of his cock against my entrance. I almost whimpered in frustration before he slipped himself inside of me.
We both let out loud moans as he filled me up. My hands raked down his back as far as they could go. He wasted no time in pulling out of me simply to thrust back into me harder. I cried out, clinging to him. He continued to thrust into me at a steady but fast pace. He roughly gripped my hips to guide me down onto his hard erection continuously.
I was oblivious to anything and everything but him and how good he was making me feel in this moment. I could feel myself climbing and climbing towards my peak. Harry took one of his hands and rubbed my clit in circles.
"Oh my god!"
"Feel good, baby?"
I arched my back. "Fuck, yes!"
I threw my head back as he plunged himself deeper into me. He groaned with pleasure, and it merely pushed me ever further the brink. It all just felt so good. Too good.
I placed my hand over his, forcing him to rub my clit faster. His eyes were dark and determined as he watched me, his mouth agape. I slammed myself down onto him. He was weakening just as I was. Sweat coated his chest, his words incoherent as he swore.
He came inside of me, sending me into my own anticipated climax. He shouts my name and buck his hips into me once more before stilling. I fall onto his chest, smiling.
"Who knew Santa could be so filthy?"
He laughs and strokes the hair out of my face. "You, evidently." He kisses my head. "I should up as Santa more often."
I smirk. "You should."