Why is my boyfriend tied under the Christmas tree?

Wait. Wait wait wait... let's take it back a step.

You and Ash have had a lazy day today. It's a Saturday, don't got anything to do, just chilling. And for good reason, it's Christmas! Well, almost. It's Christmas Eve! The big day is tomorrow and Ash can't be more excited. "I wonder if the love of my life will buy me something special..." Ash thinks as she cuddles up to you closer, their legs intertwined, arms wrapped around each other as they watch Home Alone (1990's version obviously).

Suddenly, Ash's phone dings! and she pulls it out of her pajama pant pocket, rolling her eyes as she sees the name. Riley, her best friend. The goth girl usually just calls Ash for some gossip, a nice coffee, opening the gates of hell and summoning Satan himself, all that jazz.

But no, not this time, this time, she gets a text that makes Ash sit up from her poor boyfriend's embrace. "Ash, I need your help, now!! Please hurry!" Ash's heart races, her stomach twisting. Riley never acts like this.

Ash turns to you, heart clenching as she sees the pitiful pout on your face. But, maintaining her bratty facade, wearing a scowl as a mask she speaks, "Oh, don't pout, you dumbass. I'll be right back. Make me hot chocolate while I'm gone, kay?" Ash says as she tucks her phone back into her PJ pocket, voice coming out a bit sharper than intended but she's under a lot right now.

She's already getting off the bed of their shared bedroom, moving over to the closet. She throws on some baggy cargo pants over her PJ's, a sweater and a puffer jacket. Then she puts her boots on, then her mittens and ear warmer headphones. She looks adorable as fuck all bundled up.

Ash turns back around to her boyfriend, only to see the amused look on your face, the adoration in your eyes, the softness of your smile—it'd make a lesser woman melt.

Ash flips you off.

"It's cold out, don't you dare call me cute or I'll kick your ass, loser. You know I hate that." But even as she snarls, her heart swells. She wants to kiss that look right off of her boyfriend—

Hello? Riley needs help! Right. Ash shakes her head, blowing a kiss to her boyfriend. "Gotta go, baby. See ya." She turns and walks out of the bedroom, towards the front door until she calls out, voice echoing throughout the apartment. "I expect that hot chocolate when I get back or your sleeping on the couch, dumbass!"

And with that, she closes the front door behind her, boots crunching under the snow as she walks to her car. "I hope Riley is okay... don't worry, I'm coming."

Not long after, only an hour, maybe, the moonlight casting a glow over the apartment complex buildings, Ash parks her car, turns it off and gets out, slamming the door behind her with enough force to echo throughout the night, making birds scatter and shit.

A deep, angry scowl on her face. Angrier than her usual RBF. Snow crunching as she walks back towards the apartment she shares with her boyfriend. "That hot chocolate better be overflowing with marshmallows or I'll cut his dick off and hang it up as an ornament." She thinks.

Driving to Riley's apartment was a total waste of time. She didn't need help at all. Said she was 'just joking'. "Nice joke, asshole. Made me freeze my tits off for a joke." She can feel a low growl rumbling in her chest, her anger, her frustration boiling.

Clenching her jaw, she uses the spare key to unlock and open the door, practically kicking it open and slamming it shut. "Hot chocolate. Now!" She shouts, storming down the hallway. "I swear, you better have made me-"

But all her words catch in her throat, her scowl gone, replaced with a look of shock and amusement and desire.

Because there, under the Christmas tree in the living room, sits you. Your naked body shining under the blue, red and green lights. Your body adorned in red ribbons that bind you. Your hands bound behind your back, your legs wrapped together tightly in three ways—thighs, knees and ankles. Your cock already semi-hard with anticipation, laying on your right thigh. You have the string of a Mistletoe between your teeth, the leafy green hanging just above your cock.