Our First Christmas (Third Short Story for January) (Patreon)

Notes: I know, putting this before the story. What has the world come to. Anyways, I just wanted to say this story is a Sequel to Our First Dance which you is available for everyone to read. The story is tagged by the title name! However, the plot is self-contained so you can enjoy this story even without reading it. I also included a rarely written thing here, as requested by one of you! So, you know, feel free to make such requests for me, I enjoy fulfilling them!

Content Warnings: Costumes, Breast Fucking, Cum Play, Teasing, Breast Play, BJs.

“Stop worrying.” Harry wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s slender waist, resting his chin on top of her head. “It’s just dinner.”

“A family dinner. It will be our first time hosting all the Weasleys, my sister, and my Maman! It has to be perfect,” Gabrielle growled, dabbing her sweaty face with her ‘Spank the Chef’ apron before starting to stir the delicious-smelling gravy once more. “It needs to be perfect, Harry! Molly already hates me, I can’t give her another reason to complain.”

“Molly doesn’t hate you.”

Gabrielle whirled around and stared at her boyfriend with raised eyebrows, her hands on her waist.

“Hate is too strong a word, darling. She’s just protective of me. She looks at me as her own son, no different from Ron or Charlie, or Bill. But yes, she has been unnecessarily critical of you. I’ll talk to her.”

“Please don’t,” Gabrielle muttered, turning back to the stove to manage the five different pots of food that were cooking at the same time. “I don’t want her to feel like I’m turning you away from them. It’ll just give her yet another reason to ha-dislike me.”

Harry sighed. Relations with the Weasley matriarch had been fraught ever since the full story of his relationship with Gabrielle had come out. How he had broken up with Ginny to ‘protect’ her (looking back at his decision, he realized it had been so easy because his heart had never been in the relationship). How he had danced with Gabrielle at Fleur’s first wedding after exchanging letters with her for years. How he had then let her tag along on the Horcrux hunt and ended up falling in love with the tiny, sassy Veela.

“I bet she’ll calm down once Ginny finds someone. She’s just worried about her and Ron.”

“I was sorry to hear about his breakup with Hermione. But I can’t say I was surprised.”

“You weren’t?”

Gabrielle shook her head before turning her attention back to the food she was preparing. “Once you remove the glue.” She gestured at him with a gravy-covered spoon. “It was never going to work out. They’re just too different.”

“Huh. I never thought of it that way,” Harry murmured, leaning over his girlfriend to flick off all the regulators for the stove. “Putting Hermione and Ron aside for a minute, you need to take a break. You’ve been cooking for hours!”

“Fine!” Gabrielle stomped her foot, knowing it was impossible to argue against him. He could just throw her over his shoulder and carry her to their bedroom if he wanted to. “What should we do?”

“I thought we could exchange presents,” Harry murmured, knowing it was the only safe activity in the entire house. Everything else tied to the big dinner that night in some way or form.

“This early? I was planning to give you yours at midnight.”

“Well, it’s a good idea for a break and to be completely honest, I’m dying to know why I haven’t been allowed in our bathroom all day. I had to shower in the downstairs bathroom. The one that doesn’t have hot water yet!”

Gabrielle huffed. “Fine. But only because you’ve been such a good boyfriend and tolerated everything I’ve thrown at you since six a.m.”  She pulled off her apron and draped it on the counter, before turning to him with a stern look. “We exchange gifts and take a thirty-minute break. That’s it. Then it’s back to cooking.”

“Yes ma’am!” Harry said with a mock salute.

Gabrielle laughed at his antics, grabbing his hand and letting him lead her up to the bedroom they shared in their tiny cottage by the sea. She knew they’d have to upgrade once things progressed to marriage and children, but for now, it was their slice of heaven. Their refuge from the howling madness of the rest of the world.

She handed him the Santa hat that she had placed on their dressing table. “Can you put that on?”

“Should I put on the rest of the costume too?” Harry asked teasingly. He slipped the hat onto his head, shaking his head gently to make the bell on the hat jingle. “Ho Ho Ho,” he said with a laugh, his emerald eyes twinkling playfully.

“Sir, I think we came to the conclusion that beards do not suit you. At all,” Gabrielle shot back with a smirk. She leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, before sauntering over to the bathroom. “Now, be good and wait for me here. I’ll be out in a minute. I just have to wrap up the gift.”

“It’s still unwrapped?” Harry asked, sitting down on the bed. He dug under the mattress at the right corner of the bed, eager to ensure that his own gift was safe and secure. Once his fingers brushed against the velvet of the small jewelry box, he breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back on the bed, eager to see what Gabrielle had gotten him for their first Christmas together. Although they had technically been a couple for two years, one of those years had been spent on the run and they had spent the other picking up the pieces in the aftermath of the war. It was only after Fleur’s second wedding that things started to feel normal. The six months that followed had been pure bliss for both of them.

“I thought I had time!” Came the muffled reply.

She emerged from the bathroom five minutes later. Her platinum blonde was loose and spilled down to her upper back. She had taken the time to apply a hint of mascara and his favorite scarlet lipstick. The strangest of all was her clothes. She wore a large trench coat and slowly shuffled toward him, almost like she was afraid of the coat opening and revealing what was underneath.

“Is my gift hidden under that enormous coat?”

Gabrielle nodded. “It is,” she murmured, her cheeks dusted with pink. She sat down next to him and pulled out a bundle from under the coat, handing it over to him.

“Our relationship began with these letters. I kept every single one you sent me over the years,” she whispered, watching him run his fingers over the yellowing parchment. “And for our first proper Christmas together, I decided to have them magically preserved. They won’t tear and the ink will never fade. No ordinary fire can harm them. And they’re charmed to always return back to our closet,” Gabrielle explained shyly.

Harry examined the letters reverentially, unable to believe she had saved each and every one of them.

“Sorry if it’s not anything too special. I went to three different stores but I couldn’t find anything I wanted to buy for you,” Gabrielle mumbled, mistaking his silence for disapproval.

“Gabrielle, this is better than any ordinary gift you could have bought. I can’t believe you kept them all.”

“I even kept the ones where you talk about how great it feels to kiss Ginny,” Gabrielle teased, watching him place the letters carefully on the nightstand on his side of the bed.

“You dissolute brat,” Harry teased, pinching her side playfully. He reached out to the corner of the bed to retrieve the box, preparing to get down on his knees.

“Wait!” Gabrielle stopped him. “I have one more gift. Actually, for this one you might want to hold on to your previous comment.”

“Two gifts? Wow. I’m a lucky man,” Harry murmured, watching with curiosity as she climbed to her feet and walked over to stand in front of him. She slowly peeled off the trench coat and let it drop down to the floor, revealing that she wore nothing underneath.

Well, nearly nothing.

A large red bow rested across her generous bust, the ribbon stretched to its limit to accommodate her bosom. “Merry Christmas, sir,” she whispered, walking over to him and climbing onto his lap. “You get one very naughty girl in your stocking,” she murmured, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

“Funny,” Harry replied with a groan. His cock had twitched to life at first sight of the unexpected gift, the rapidly hardening shaft straining against his trousers. “Considering you’re the one wearing stockings.” With the exception of her translucent white stockings, heels, and the ribbon struggling to contain her breasts, his girlfriend was as naked as the day she was born.

“Now you see why I wanted to give you my gift at midnight?” Gabrielle asked, her slick pussy leaving a damp spot on his trousers as she straddled his leg.

“Counter argument. I’d have been too tired at midnight to enjoy such a magnificent gift,” Harry murmured. His fingers toyed with the bow, the man reluctant to ruin the sight in front of him.

“You don’t have to take it off, you know? You can enjoy this gift right in its packaging,” Gabrielle whispered. She popped a finger between her lips, batting her eyelashes at him innocently. “But you only have thirty minutes to enjoy it.”

“I better not waste a second then,” Harry muttered, his fumbling fingers trying to unbutton his shirt as fast as possible.

“Let me help.” Gabrielle hopped off his lap and gracefully sank to her knees, a satisfied smirk on her face as she began to unbutton his trousers. Harry lifted himself off the bed to allow her to pull his trousers and boxers down to his ankles, sighing in relief as his throbbing cock was freed. Harry pulled his half-unbuttoned shirt over his head and tossed it away blindly, eyeing his kneeling girlfriend with a hungry expression on his face.

Gabrielle took his hand and let him help her back to her feet. “Since you like the bow so much, I have an idea, dearest,” Gabrielle said with a playful grin.

She sauntered over to the trunk where they stored their sex toys, her hips swaying with every step she took. Her firm ass jiggled as she walked, Harry unable to look away from her for even a mere second. His girlfriend was the very definition of a short stack, barely topping five feet in height with large, perfect tear-drop-shaped breasts and a firm ass that was the envy of many a woman.

And some men, Harry thought.

“What’re you doing?” Harry asked, glancing at the clock. He suddenly wondered if he could fake being sick and cancel on everyone.

No, he thought grumpily, Mrs. Weasley will still drop by to check on me.

“Sorry! Found it!” Gabrielle held up the bottle of lube she had fished out from the chest. She walked over to the bed and jumped on it, the mattress creaking under her weight.

“W-What’re we doing?” Harry asked, thoroughly confused.

“I thought I could treat you to an elusive… boob job,” Gabrielle whispered conspiratorially, giggling as Harry’s eyes widened. She uncorked the bottle and drizzled the lube in the gap between her breasts before pushing a finger in to spread out the cold liquid.

“Hmm. I bet your cock will be much better at this, sir,” Gabrielle whispered. She knew Harry could be shy about his desires and often needed some goading to spring into action, which she was more than happy to provide. It did result in the most delicious spankings.

Harry finally sprung into action, clambering up the bed and straddling her, his legs resting on either side of her stomach. “I can’t believe we’ve fucked in the Ministry but never done this before,” he whispered, his eyes darkened with lust. “Oh… Merlin’s Balls! It-” Harry groaned as he pushed his sensitive tip into the tiny opening between her squished-together breasts.

The lube (which she was still drizzling from the top) helped him glide right in. Even with the lube, the snug fit meant it was an experience, unlike anything Harry had ever even dreamed of.

Gabrielle waited for him to push as much of his cock he could fit between her melon-sized breasts without his tip hitting her face before she tossed away the lube and grabbed her large mounds, pushing them even closer together.

“I like watching you lose control,” Gabrielle whispered, her eyes fixed on Harry’s muscular chest as she began to slowly bounce her breasts, her soft flesh massaging his shaft.

“Maybe we should do this more often, then,” Harry murmured, taking a second to gauge her rhythm before he leaned forward and rested his palm against the headboard for support. He started to rock his hips in time with her bouncing, his breathing growing heavier within minutes.

“I… fuck,” Harry whispered, groaning quietly as he overshot the mark and his precum-soaked tip smashed against her plump lips.

Gabrielle giggled, her tongue farting out to gather up the precum staining her red lips. Her lipstick was now imprinted on his cock, which gave her a very devious idea. “Do it again,” she ordered, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

Harry frowned but obliged, rocking his hips harder than necessary to ensure his cock reached her lips. Instead of hitting her lips, however, Gabrielle opened her mouth at the last second, letting his tip push into the wet warmth of her mouth. She swirled her rough tongue over his overstimulated tip, causing Harry to shudder and nearly fall off her.

“Oh god, Gabby! What’s gotten into you?!” Harry moaned as she hollowed out her cheeks to suck more of his cock into her mouth. She kept massaging his shaft with her breasts, gently grazing his throbbing manhood with her teeth as she traced the length of his cock with her tongue.

Gabrielle didn’t bother trying to reply, simply looking up with an amused expression that promised trouble. She bent her legs, running her calves down his back.

“You little minx,” Harry growled, shivering as the soft satin of her stockings rubbed against his bare skin. “I hope you know you’re ending up over my…. Ohhhhhh,” Harry moaned as she let his cock out of her mouth, the slight pressure she applied with her teeth as he pulled out driving him crazy.

“I’ve been a very naughty girl,” Gabrielle whispered, her eyes twinkling as she ran her tongue over her drool-covered lips. “I expect nothing less from Santa.”

“Gabrielle… I-” Harry let out a strangled groan. The entire experience was so rare that the novelty of it was turning him on more than anything else. He was dominant. She was his princess. Usually, he was in control. But to see her so effortlessly switch roles, for it to feel so natural…

His cock twitched at the thought of turning their role reversal into a holiday tradition.

“What was that, Harry? You’re cumming? You wanna cum all over your princess’ face?” Gabrielle cooed, pressing her creamy mounds closer together to further increase the pressure on his cock. “You wanna ruin your babygirl’s innocent face?” Gabrielle pouted.

“Gabby…” Harry moaned, his lips parted as he panted.

Gabrielle pulled her hand away for a second, grabbing the wrist of his free hand and pulling it down to her breasts.

“You can ruin my face, sir,” Gabrielle squeaked, knowing her innocent princess routine drove him wild. She groaned as his fingers sank into her creamy flesh, gently massaging her breast. “I promise I won’t tell anyone at dinner,” she whispered, sucking her lower lip in between her teeth. “I’ll wipe it, so you’ll be the only one who knows that your perfect girlfriend…” Gabrielle traced his spine with the end of her heel. “The girl who is serving everyone dinner and chatting up your ex-girlfriend had your hot… sticky… delicious seed splattered all over her face just hours ago.”

“Oh… fuck… I…” Harry’s chest heaved as he labored for breath, his thrusting growing erratic as the coil in the pit of his stomach tightened and the tension in his balls increased tenfold.

“It’s okay, sir. You’ll still be able to smell it on me. I promise I’ll be a good girl and not wash it away,” Gabrielle whispered, sticking out her tongue once the first tiny dollop of his cum shot out of his throbbing manhood and draped across her nose.

She squeezed her breasts together once Harry had thrust into them one last time, trapping his cock in place as he exploded with a roar.

His seed burst out of his tip in thick ropes, some of it landing on her extended tongue but most of it slamming against her cheeks, nose, and forehead, with a little even ending up in her hair.

“I… oh… heaven…” Harry mumbled, rolling off her once she let go of her breasts, collapsing on the bed on his back and at a total loss for words. “Best Christmas ever,” he mumbled, a huge grin on his face.

“Mhm. Santa left such a load for me,” Gabrielle teased, gently wiping the cum from her eyelids. She popped the fingers in her mouth, moaning as she savored the familiar salty taste of his cum.

“Brat,” Harry lazily smacked her breast before sitting up and crawling to where he had hidden the ring.

“I had planned for this to be much more dignified but I don’t think I have the strength in my legs to stand, much less kneel. At the same time I wanted to do this before dinner, so we could tell all our friends and family…”

Gabrielle propped herself up on her elbows, looking at her boyfriend curiously. “Do what?”

Harry turned, popping open the lid of the jewelry box to reveal the simple platinum ring with a large central diamond that it housed. “Gabrielle Delacour, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

Gabrielle opened and closed her mouth a few times, her eyes turning misty. “Seriously?!”

“I know this isn't the most romantic of proposals and it might seem premature-”

“What? No! I think I give you the best Christmas gift ever and you go and top it within five minutes,” Gabrielle murmured, tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks. She extended a shaky hand, letting him push the gorgeous ring onto her finger. “Yes. Yes yes yes. A thousand times yes!”

“I love you, Gabrielle Delacour,” Harry whispered, brushing his lips against her hand.

“I love you, Harry Potter,” Gabrielle whispered before smirking, “I wonder what gift Gabrielle Potter will give her husband next Christmas?”