#brat taming series: Christmas countdown

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BT with the ugly sweater party. They all go to Ari’s company holiday party and while all of they’re sweaters are “ugly” Jake’s sweater has a mirror glued to it on the front. Maybe they’re handing out prizes for ugliest sweater and he wins!

Christmas Countdown day 2 — host/attend an ugly Christmas sweater party

“Its brilliant, really Jake. You’ve outdone yourself.” You laugh under your breath, helping him adjust the mirror attached to his sweater. “This is amazing.”

“Thank you, baby.” He tilts your head back and kisses you quickly, mumbling against your lips. “Just make sure you don’t look into the mirror.”

“This is humiliating,” Ransom scoffs, irritated at the sweater Jake gave him with tiny little bells attached to the sleeves, “this is the low of my life.”

“Its fun, alpha.” Jake shares a look with you, rolling his eyes at the sound of Ransom’s whining. “You can drink-“

“Do not get drunk.” You turn toward them both, pointing a finger at Ransom and then Jake. “There are kids here, Santa is here. Do not-“

“Steve is Santa.” Jake guffaws, looking past you toward the boardroom the party is in, first laughing and then grinning. “I need to sit on Santa’s lap.”

“Jake!” You reach out and pinch his arm, drawing his attention back to you. “Seriously, there’s little pups here and kids that are excited and-“

“Baby bear,” he steals another kiss, easing your worries while Ransom huffs again behind you, “I promise I’ll be on my best behaviour. I’m going to ask Santa-“

Jake is gone within a flash, immediately heading toward the line of kids eager to sit on Santa’s lap. You find yourself watching him for a moment before you turn toward Ransom, looking him up and down.

“This is a big deal for Ari, its a big deal for me. Can you please just put a smile on your face?” You plead with him, stepping toward Ransom with a cute pout on your face.

“You look good kitten.” He looked down at you with hunger, his eyes burning as his gaze trailed further to the focal point of your sweater.

“Of course I do, I’m Rudolph.” You touch the antlers on your head and then come to stand beside Ransom, looping your arm in with his. “There’s Ari’s other secretary-“

“The bitchy one?”

“There’s only two of us, Ransom.” You scoff and smack his shoulder, eyeing her as she moves throughout the crowd with a short, objectively shorter than necessary, dress on.

“And yes. She’s irritating. You can’t always be in Mr. Levinson’s office, you never work hard enough, you’re always with him at meetings-“

“She wants to fuck him.” Ransom surmises, watching Ari watching Jake with the same burning hunger that was reflected in Ransom’s eyes. “Shit kitten…I think we’re gonna be in a rut over Christmas.”

“You think so?” You tilt your head and side-eye him. “Really?”

“Good thing Ari’s taking lots of time off.” Ransom turns and kisses your temple then sighs dramatically. “Let’s get this thing over with.”

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Christmas countdown day 20: Do something together as a couple/family

“Is he gone?” Jake’s voice comes from around the corner of the built in storage unit, eyeing the office that now sits empty. “You’re sure he’s gone, bear?”

“He’s got all day meetings and neither one us of went.” You push your chair back and stand, your black heels kicked into the corner of your desk while you pad across the hardwood floor in your bare feet.

“Perfect, help me with these.” Jake sets the box down on the desk and you start pulling out plastic toads and twine, attaching the faux missiles to the backs of the roads.

“Ari’s gonna lose it,” Jake beams, he grins widely, “I’m getting my ask spanked so hard.”

“He might not lose it,” you counter as you move onto the next road while Jake attaches the mistletoe, “he might think its cute and decide-“

You two take pause, your heads snap in the direction of the elevator as it begins to open and Ari’s scent lingers in the space. There’s a moment of stilled anticipation that passes between you, that moment where you wonder if you’re going to get caught and then you dart toward the elevator.

“I’ll distract him, you hang the toads.” The door opened but before Ari can even get off, you’re pushing him back into the elevator.

Your hands are gripping the lapels of his Italian custom made suit jacket while your lips crash against his. You’re whimpering against his mouth as his hands brush over your hips to your ass. You can feel the head of his cock twitching against you, the hardened bulge stirring your warmth and if you weren’t trying to remain a distraction you’ve let him fuck you against the wall.

“Honey,” Ari pulled away and turned you, now slamming you against the wall, his hands pinning you to the metal, “i know you and the other brat are up to something, but I do like the idea of one of omegas acting so desperate.”

He cracks his hand against your ass and then steps back, drawing his hands down the front of his jacket to straighten it. He yanks you along with him to his office while you’re in a daze, stepping into the room and then smirking.

“Missile toads? Thisnis what you and Jake were up to?” Ari laughed under his breath, shaking his head. “Jake is no doubt halfway down a fire stairwell.”

“It worked right?” You fiddle with the missile toad closest to you, batting your eyelashes at Ari.

“Mhmm.” He hummed and lift your hand to his lips. “Maybe a little too well, baby bear. I think you’re gonna be working in my office the rest of the day.”

“That hardly sounds like a punishment-“ you’re almost proud of yourself until Ari interrupts you.

“No so fast, baby.” Ari cleared his throat and palmed his erection. “You’re gonna spend the rest of the day working while cockwarming me. And sweetheart…I’m not gonna let you cum.”

You remain silent, your jaw falling slack as you stare him down.

“You can thank Jake for that.” Ari closed your mouth with a smirk, holding up two fingers to give you a short time to get ready.

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Christmas countdown day 13 — Go to a Christmas party

“The company party is tonight, and I can’t go with Ari because of favouritism or something,” you peer through the mirror and spy Jake getting ready, transformed by the Italian pressed dress shirt Ransom made him wear, “so I’m glad you’re coming with me.”

“You look beautiful,” Steve, already dressed and waiting for the rest of you, leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms over his chest, “are you sure you’re going to be comfortable in those heels?”

“Honestly,” you look down at the heels that are paired perfectly to match Jake’s dress shirt, “they’re a lot more comfortable than I imagined.”

“Of course they are.” Ransom fixed the sleek tie on Jake’s shirt and then a slow rising smirk had formed on his lips, surging desire bubbling through the bond. “You sure look good puppy.”

“Thank you, alpha.” Jake chirped happily before he pulled away and crossed the distance between you and him. “Steve’s right, you look gorgeous.”

“You’re so sweet, Jakey.” You finished the touch up on your makeup and then you stood on your tippy toes to kiss him softly, the tender and affectionate moment drawing overshadowing adoration from the two alphas.

“Shit, to just skip this party-“ Ransom reached for your waist and grabbed hold of the dress, starting to drag it up your thighs.

“We can’t, Ransom. Ari’s waiting for us,” Steve conflicted Ransom’s action and pulled your dress back down, then glanced at Jake, “but something tells me that our omegas are feeling extra bratty tonight.”

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“We hate her,” Jake whispered to Steve, his hand wrapped around a champagne glass tightening, “she’s a judgmental prude.”

“A prude?” Steve’s hand on Jake’s hip had tightened, his lips grazing Jake’s ear. “Why is she a prude, puppy?”

“Because that entitled bitch,” Jake’s voice took a hardened edge, protective instincts skyrocketing until he seemed to be almost vibrating with unkempt anger, “anytime Baby Bear tries to talk to Ari about something outside of work she makes little comments about sweet bear being privileged.”

“We hate her.” Steve confirmed, his emotional state bristling against Jake’s through their shared bond. “You’re a good omega for being so protective.”

Steve felt Jake shudder with acceptance of the praise and the enjoyment of the soft spoken words. Steve had continued to draw Jake in with those soft and encouraging gestures, effectively making Jake melt against the large alpha.

“Merry Christmas!” Steve had pulled away, and slowly cupped Jake’s chin to make him look at the sight of you draping yourself across Ari’s lap with one hand under his shirt and the other on his neck, and your lips claiming his.

“I think she’s got it all handled,” he added, jestful my taking stock in Jake’s glee when Ari’s other assistant stewed, “like I said…bratty omegas are always fun.”

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CC day 14 with BT - Jake being banned from gift wrapping duty because this bratty omega will try to take a sneak peek (Jake has been doing it since he was a kid and Reader knows that). Reader and Steve are responsible for wrapping the gifts while Ari and Ransom try to distract Jake.

Christmas countdown day 14 — Start wrapping Christmas presents

“Jake likes to peek.” You peer past Jake’s body, blocking him from coming upstairs while Ari and Ransom are already waiting by the door.

They were the distraction, they were going to steal Jake away from the house to give you and Steve time to wrap presents. You’d already told all of them about Jake’s natural desire to peek at every gift he’s gotten, sometimes without anyone even knowing.

“I’m curious, and I’m cute which is why…” Jake grins and grabs you, his hands wiggling against your waist while you squeal and fight him off, chirping and giggling as he tickles you.

“No fair! No fair! Steve-“

“Jake, there’s only so much time for me to get a massage with my puppy before my bastard family-“ Ransom’s sentence starts off light and hopefully before even the mention of his family ruins him.

“Ransom is trying to say let’s go, quit being a brat and let baby bear go.” Ari’s voice radiates from downstairs, the alpha command gentle and yet stern enough to make Jake listen.

“Fun suckers-“

“Did you say fun suckers?” You wiggled your eyebrows and laughed. “Or fun fuckers?”

“You know what I said!” Jake took another moment to steal a kiss and laugh against your lips before he pulled away from you. “Tell me later…”

“No,” you denied him, waiting until he had joined Ari and Ransom, and then you turned on your heel and ran back up the remaining steps, “Jake’s gone and now we can start wrapping.”

Steve had everything already set up, and had only hidden Jake’s gift for good measure. With Jake gone, Steve had pulled them from their hiding spot and set them on the bed along with the wrapping paper.

“You say Jake was the only one to peek but I caught you earlier.” Steve teased, naturally and charmingly, “you’ve earned your reputations as brats.”

“Thank you!” You chirped proudly, grabbing a roll of wrapping paper. “I’ll my brat badge with honour.”