The Naughty List

After round two (and then three and then four), a change of scenery is needed. So you all share a shower, change into comfy, festive pajamas, and head over to the spacious couch in the living room. The scent of pine permeates throughout the whole room, with this massive Christmas tree lit up with colorful lights the center of attention.

There’s no better time to indulge in the holiday spirit, lazing about on the couch where you find yourself pleasantly trapped between Yujin and Wonyoung, cuddling up alongside you for warmth while some cheesy Christmas movie plays in the background.

The snow really starts coming down, heavier by the minute, enough that you’ll be stuck inside—not that there’s a reason to venture outdoors. Especially not when you have everything you could possibly want right here, hot cocoa, an excessive number of cookies, and the two prettiest girls on campus all over you.

“Merry Christmas, daddy,” Yujin says seemingly out of nowhere, finding a nice spot to rest her head right upon your chest, playing with the pom-pom at the end of your hat. Not exactly what you pictured wearing for the entire night, but it’s so impossible to say no to Yujin’s requests, so you’ll wear whatever she puts on you to keep that smile on her face.

“Merry Christmas, Yudolph.” You can hardly finish the sentence without laughing at that ridiculous headband, reindeer antlers looking so cute atop her pretty head.

"No fair, you can’t just steal my nickname,” Wonyoung complains from the other side, grabbing a cookie from the plate on the coffee table. She feeds you the first bite before shoving the rest into her mouth, so unprincess-like the way she scarfs the rest down.

“Why not, princess? What’s yours is mine, anyway,” Yujin replies, planting a kiss right on your cheek as proof. Wonyoung hardly stays mad, too caught up in eating another cookie before wiping the crumbs away from her mouth. She’s almost embarrassed by the kiss that Yujin then plants on the corner of her lip, quickly flustered and so out of character, even though Yujin has never been shy to hide her affection.

“Daddy is all mine, so that means you are too, Yudolph,” Wonyoung counters, planting a little kiss to both of your faces, getting cute giggles from Yujin in response.

“Wow, did our princess finally learn how to share?” you ask, poorly stifling a laugh.

“Don’t count on it,” Yujin says rather bluntly, still bouncing your pom-pom around with her fingers. “Anyway, it’s almost midnight. What did Santa bring us tonight?”

“Hmm, what did he bring us, what’s in these gifts?” Wonyoung asks so innocently, looking at the assortment of presents sitting near the tree, like there’s more than just the three of you in this room. “A brand-new sexy set of lingerie and heels for Yujinnie? Maybe that leather catsuit you were talking about the other day…”

Yujin gets this little smirk on her face when she hears Wonyoung mention such a thought.

“And what about me?” Wonyoung continues. “I hope Santa brought me more outfits, I could use a new dress and lots of cute skirts to model for daddy—"

"I don’t think the princess gets anything after being on the naughty list this year,” you add, earning a very cute pout from Wonyoung.

“Isn’t that every year for her?” Yujin asks, chuckling because she knows how true it is, not that being a brat never stops her from taking such pride in it.

“Hey, I deserve a nice present too, after all the times I’m on my knees. Santa better reward me well this year,” Wonyoung says, whining so dramatically.

“Doesn’t he reward you enough? Filling you up every time you sit on his lap?” Yujin asks, rather rhetorically, and this conversation might be the end of you.

“As if I could ever get enough of daddy pulling my hair and spanking my ass red. I’m on the top of the naughty list for a reason."

You have a very hard time not laughing at how utterly ridiculous and proud that statement is.

"Well, don’t worry princess. We have something very special for you,” Yujin reassures, giving her one more peck on the forehead. “So, wanna get Santa his gift? I think we’ve all been plenty naughty anyway,”

“Nuh-uh, I’m not moving an inch. Daddy’s too warm and comfy for me to get up,” Wonyoung says in protest, snuggling into the crook of your neck and wrapping her arms even tighter around your chest. Yujin can’t exactly argue there, joining in to ensure you can’t possibly move, trapping you so nicely between the both of them.

“Too warm and comfy,” Yujin repeats, and you’re more than content to never move from this spot ever again. It’s the kind of warmth you never want to leave, especially not on a night as chilly as this one, the perfect excuse to spend hours cooped up by the fireplace together.

“Merry Christmas, daddy—” They both say in unison as the clock finally strikes midnight. “You’re not going anywhere, we won’t let you.”

This is absolutely the best present you could ask for.