- Holiday Bae-king ᰔᩚ

A/N: hey friends! <3

a little heads-up if you will: so with it finally being december, i've decided that the rest of my one-shots for this month will be christmas / holiday themed. i'm talking gianna and jey decorating their tree, wrapping gifts, spending time with family, and more. i can't say how many stories i'll actually manage to write and get out there for you all — considering writer's block stays being a huge pain in my ass — but i'll do my best. 🥹

anywho, i think that's all from me. much love & enjoy! 🎄♥️——————————————————————————

The faint sound of Ariana Grande's "Santa Tell Me" plays through the speakers as we stroll, hand in hand, through the aisles of our local grocery store.

"These are bomb," Josh exclaims, stopping to open one of the refrigerator doors and grabbing a box of Pillsbury holiday tree cookies.

I giggle lightly. "Babe, that's not even considered baking. All you gotta do is pop them in the oven."

"Yeah," he replies. "And they bake!"

I roll my eyes playfully and shake my head. "Boy, you're something else."

He smiles, places the box into our basket, and kisses my cheek. "And you love me for it."

I chuckle and loop my arm around his, as we head to the baking aisle.

Josh and I will be headed to his parents' house for a holiday-themed family gathering tomorrow and, when I asked his mom what I could bring, she immediately brought up my infamous homemade cinnamon rolls.

Every time I bring them over to a Fatu / Anoa'i gathering, they're gone in literal seconds.

"Aight miss baker," Josh teases, turning into the aisle. "What do we need?"

I giggle at the nickname and pull up the notes app on my phone.

"From this aisle," I begin. "We'll need flour, granulated sugar, instant yeast, light brown sugar, and cinnamon."

He nods, making a mental note of everything while I speak.

"I'll grab the sugars and flour," he states. "And you grab all the other fancy stuff. Sound good?"

I nod, giggling. "Sounds perfect."

He chuckles and we share a quick kiss before going our separate ways.

"All done!" I coo, walking back over once I have everything.

"Me too," he replies, placing one last item into the basket.

I jump and squeal in excitement. "Yay! I'm so excited!"

He watches me and chuckles. "You're the cutest, baby. Let's go pay for all this, yeah?"

I smile softly and nod, then we head to self checkout.

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Josh and I got home a little while ago, and are now laying out all the ingredients.

Once we're all done, I automatically think of an idea and gasp. "Baby!"

He looks up at me, eyes widened. "What? Did we forget something?"

I laugh at his concern and shake my head. "Nooo! I just remembered those matching pajamas we got last year!"

He places a hand on his chest and lets out a deep breath dramatically. "You scared the shit outta me."

I playfully roll my eyes and wrap my arms around his waist. Sorry, drama king. I'll go get them!"

I kiss his cheek and run upstairs to our bedroom.

I open our pajama drawers and find our matching plaid pajama sets.

They're red, green, and white — perfect for festive nights like tonight!

"Baby, are you deadass?" he complains, when I come downstairs dressed in mine and holding his.

"Jooooosh!" I whine, looking up at him with puppy eyes. "Do it for me?"

He sighs and takes the clothes from me. "Fine. But only cause I love you."

I smile and peck his lips before heading back over to the counter.

I giggle and run into his arms when he walks into the kitchen all dressed. "Baby you look so cute!"

He sucks his teeth and slides his hands into his pockets.

"You're lucky I love you," he mutters.

"And I love you too," I reply, wrapping my arms around his waist and looking up at him smiling.

He shakes his head, finally smiling, and playfully smacks my ass.

I giggle as he leans in and presses our lips together.

A few moments later, we pull away and he attacks my face with more kisses.

"Alrighty," I exclaim, grabbing his hand, and turning back to the counter. "Let's do some baking!"

He chuckles and intertwines our fingers, following me.

While I make the dough and cinnamon sugar filling, Josh makes his cookies.

Soon enough, both of our baked goods are out of the oven and smelling incredible.

"Damn girl," he coos, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and watching me ice the rolls with some homemade cream cheese frosting. "Them thangs look gooooood!"

I giggle and keep spreading. "Thank you, baby."

He goes to sneak some from the bowl and I playfully whack his hand.

"No touching until the party tomorrow," I instruct, pushing him away.

He pouts and folds his arms over his chest. "Doesn't the sous chef get anything?"

I playfully roll my eyes and sigh. "Fine."

I scoop a tiny bit of frosting onto my finger and lift it to his lips.

He takes it into his mouth and sucks teasingly, never breaking eye contact with me.

I bite my lip while watching his plump and kissable lips wrap around me, and feeling his wet and warm tongue go to work.

"You're such a tease," I exclaim, taking it out and wiping my hands with a rag.

"Only for you baby," he replies sexily, feathering light kisses under my ear and onto my sweet spot.

I moan quietly and lean my head back onto his shoulder, giving him more access.

"Feels good, don't it?" he teases in between kisses, sliding his hands around my waist and down into my panties.

"So fucking good," I reply, my voice just above a whisper.

He smirks and brushes his finger against my now soaked folds, while trailing more kisses and light hickies down onto my collarbone.

"So wet for me and I haven't even done anything yet," he mumbles into my ear.

Just his voice alone is enough to make me go feral.

"Mmm baby," I hum, doing my best to stop him. "I-it's already late and w-we still gotta wrap these for the p-party tomorrow."

He gives me one last kiss before pulling away. "Fine. But when we're all done, you're mine for the rest of the night."

"Deal," I reply, smirking and cupping his face.

I press our lips together for a lengthy kiss, before turning back to the counter.

My man stays close behind, giving me booty rubs and playing with my hair while I finish frosting the cinnamon rolls and wrapping the tray in tin foil.

As I'm at the sink washing my hands, I feel his hot breath on my neck.

"Meet me upstairs when you're done," he whispers in my ear and kisses my temple.

Before I can ask any questions, he's already headed there with something in his hand.

I raise an eyebrow, finish cleaning up, place the tray in the fridge, and start heading to our bedroom.

"Baby?" I call out quietly, opening the door slowly.

I pop my head inside for a peek and I start practically drooling all over myself.

smut warning!

"W-what are you doing?" I ask my man, who's laid out on our bed, stroking himself.

He smirks and nods as a sign for me to join him. "Cmere, baby."

I step inside and shut the door behind me, my eyes never leaving my favorite thing in the world: his dick.

As I slowly make my way over to our bed, he sits up and gently pulls me back down with him.

He cups my face and connects our lips, the kiss quickly turning into a steamy make-out session.

Catching onto the idea quickly, I climb off of him and remove my pajamas.

He scans my entire body up and down, licking his lips in the process.

As I straddle him and go to sit on his dick, he stops me.

"Aht aht," he says, holding up my waist.

I raise an eyebrow, giving him a confused expression.

He chuckles, instructs me to sit next to him, and I do as he says, still as confused as ever.

What is this man up to?

Just then, he pulls out a jar filled with leftovers from the frosting that I was using earlier.

Just then it hits me.

"I have an idea babygirl," he exclaims, opening the jar and placing the lid aside. "It's a little messy, but you'll love it, I promise."

He dips his finger into the frosting and holds it out to me, and I take it into my mouth with zero hesitation.

"Mmm good girl," he coos, as I lick the frosting off and continue sucking his finger even afterwards.

I smile at the compliment and pull away slowly, letting his thumb drag down my bottom lip.

"Now daddy's turn," he speaks up, breaking the silence.

I bite my lower lip gently and watch as he dips his finger back into the frosting and smears some onto both of my breasts.

"Cmere ma," he mumbles and leans in, at first just licking my nipple, and then going all in, shoving my entire areola into his mouth.

"Fuck," I whisper, running my fingers through his hair and throwing my head back.

His tongue is so heavenly.

Once he finishes the second one, he hums in satisfaction and gives me a quick peck on my lips.

"Your turn baby," he instructs, holding out the jar to me.

I pucker my lips to the side, thinking for a minute, before the most obvious idea comes to me.

With my bottom lip in between my teeth once again, I take some icing and apply it to his tip.

When I'm satisfied with the amount, I lick the excess off of my fingers, grab his dick by the base, and get to work.

"B-baby fuck," he whispers, grabbing my bun as I tease his slit with the tip of my tongue.

The taste of the icing mixed with the natural saltiness of his skin is everything.

"Hold on ma," he orders breathlessly, cupping my face as a signal for me to stop.

But instead, I suck him harder and deeper.

Uncontrollable deep and sexy moans pour out of him until a warm liquid fills my mouth.

I immediately swallow it, as well as apply kisses up his length and show his tip some extra love as well.

"Greedy little girl," he mumbles, his chest heaving and panting like there's no tomorrow.

I smirk and wipe the excess frosting off the corner of my lips, before leaning in and pressing my hands to his chest.

I take his bottom lip between my teeth gently and lightly tug at it.

I do this all the time and it drives him crazy.

"Nah girl don't think you're off the hook," he exclaims, gently grabbing my cheeks and pushing my face away.

Before I can rebuttal, he swaps our positions, effortlessly scooping me up and laying me down against our pillows.

My heart rate picks up as he applies the last of the frosting to my inner thighs.

He hovers over me and presses his lips to mine.

I immediately kiss back, sliding my hands up his chest and into his gorgeous curls.

Within the kiss, I moan at the feeling of both his cold chain brushing against my nipples and his dick pressed against my pussy.

He smirks and pulls away from the kiss, trailing more down my body until he reaches the place I crave him most: in between my legs.

He applies a generous amount of kisses and sucks to where he applied the icing, before pressing his lips against my folds.

"J-Joshua," I whisper-moan, arching my back and curling my toes. "B-aby please."

And as if on cue, he darts out his tongue to taste me, gliding it up and down in between my lips, pleasuring me in all the right places.

"Oh fuck!" I moan louder, uncontrollably squirming my hips and practically riding his face.

He grabs ahold of my thighs and starts sucking my pearl, practically having a makeout session with my clit.

"Agghhhhh!" I practically scream, grabbing fistfuls of his hair.

Just then, I feel a pit in my lower stomach and swallow hard. "D-daddy I'm gonna cu-cum! Don't stop! Please!"

"Let loose baby," he mumbles against my skin. "Cum in my mouth, ma."

And do I ever.

So hard to the point where, when he pulls away, his beard is visibly covered with my essence.

smut over!

I pant breathlessly, my mouth hanging open and my arm draped over my eyes.

I feel him climb off of me and lay against the pillows, wrapping me into his muscular arms.

"You feel good, my love?" he asks, pushing my hair out of my face and follows that up by deeply kissing my temple.

I nod, causing him to chuckle.

"Good," he replies, stroking my face with his thumb. "How does a bath sound?"

I nod again, still trying to catch my breath.

He chuckles again and presses a longing kiss to my lips before walking off to our connected bathroom.

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The faint volume of "Home Alone" pours out of the television as Josh and I are laid together in bed.

I look up and softly smile at the sight of my man peacefully asleep, light snores coming out of his parted lips.

For a while I just stay there, taking in all of his beauty.

From his long eyelashes, to his adorable round nose, to his perfectly plump lips. How did I get so lucky?

I reach up and place a soft kiss on his lower lip before nuzzling closer to his neck, automatically feeling comforted by his cocoa butter scent.

"Good night my love," I coo quietly, before drifting off to sleep myself.

The end! <3