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David Harbour as Santa Claus Violent Night (2022) dir. Tommy Wirkola

i felt the christmas spirit in my whole body while reading this in the middle of march and i can't mdkfkwxlsjdk

✨️❤️ Santa, Baby❤️✨️

✨️ Part 4 ✨️

✨️mistletoe missin' you✨️

❗️ 18+ MINORS DNI X MATURE CONTENT ❗️

Part 1

Summary:  You warned him about your naughty list, but he didn't believe you.

A/N: I got in my own emotions with this one a little bit. As always, there are Violent Night spoilers so if you've not seen yet, nows the time! It's Christmas eve! Anyway, thank you for reading and enjoying. It's a lil longer than usual 💋 ❤️ Merry Christmas.

Pairing: Bimbo!reader x (kinda) Romantic!Santa

Cw:  size kink ✨️ age gap ✨️ oral f rec ✨️ fingering ✨️ Dom & sub dynamic w a twist ✨️ some romancing ✨️ multiple orgasms ✨️ rough sex ✨️ praise kink ✨️ violent night spoilers ✨️ dumbification ✨️body worship✨️roleplay ✨️ mischievous use of a Mistletoe ✨️ p I v unprotected ✨️ cream pie ✨️ fluff ehe ✨️

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You stood on black stiletto boots as you reached up in the doorway seperating your kitchen and living room, trying your damnest to pin the mistletoe above your head as Mariah Carrey's 'When Christmas comes' played. Your body adorned in the classic Mrs. Claus babydoll lingerie you were gifted last Christmas from the man himself.

You huffed, giving up and not wanting to pull your shoes off to stand on a chair to do it. Instead you made your way to the blanket and pillow nest you prepared near the fireplace, placing it next to the freshly baked plate of cookies and array of booze. You noted that everytime Santa came, he smelled of whatever alcohol he had been drinking that night so you thought you'd pull out your best liquors for him; red wine for you.

Last year, you weren't sure he'd show or if you were out of your damn mind, but this year you knew. You were prepared. You figured he'd show up 2 hours before Christmas just as he did the past two Christmas eves, but you were ready far before that.

You clicked on the TV, allowing it to silently play with closed captions as you poured yourself a glass of red wine, downing it quickly to fend off the flutters of anticipation in your stomach. You turned your head to watch the movie as you did.

A small "hm, hmm, hmm.." hummed against your closed red lips as you laughed, watching Scott freak out over the white beard that kept growing back in The Santa Claus despite him constantly shaving it. "So silly." You giggled before you reached over to eat one of the cookies, unable to help yourself.

You were interrupted from your movie and snack when you heard an ornament fall from the Christmas tree, bouncing against the wooden floor. You sighed and rolled your eyes, not realizing what had caused it to fall due to the Christmas music. You reached under the tree, grabbing the silver ball and standing to place it toward the top of the tree like it had been previously. You stretched your arms, the lace of your babydoll dress slipping up over the curve of your ass as you kicked your leg out for balance.

You felt a warm rush come from the fireplace. You turned your head over your shoulder, a sweet, knowing smile on your face as the flames and glitter faded and his large body appeared from the midst of it. He fixed his hat and focused his eyes on you, a matching smile directed back at you as he drank your image in like a glass of milk. "Well.." he hummed, blue eyes running up and down your body. "Merry Christmas to me."

"You're early." You purred before putting your attention back to the ornament, attempting to hook the metal onto the upper branch but dealing with the same issue from the mistletoe.

He stepped behind you, took the ornament from your hands and placed it on the branch with ease. His hands instantly went to your hips and he turned you around so he could get a better view.

"Elves been working hard." He hummed, his thumbs circling your hip bone as his eyes constantly dipped to your outfit then face. Eyes soft, eager and waiting. "You look beautiful."

"You like?" A blush that matched the red dress now creeping over your cheeks as his gaze felt like it was melting you. "You don't think it's like... too cliche?"

He shook his head, fingers toying with the loose fabric at your hip. He couldn't tear his gaze away, like he'd never seen something so mesmorizing in his long life.

You placed a finger into his beard, searching for his jaw and pushing his face up with a confident smile.

"I know I didn't get a chance to sweep yet but you don't need to do it for me." You giggled softly, fingers dancing in the silver. "Jaw off the floor." You winked playfully before wriggling from his grasp and walking toward the blanket nest.

"All this, for me?" His attention finally tore from you and what was now surrounding you as you descended into the heap of comfort.

"Yeah," you grabbed your glass of wine as you crossed your legs, Santa's eyes once again not able able to tear away with each of your swift movements. "Wanted tonight to be special."

He sat down near you with a groan as he bent his knees, his large frame dwarfing you as he leaned against a pillow and looked at all the liquor you set out then back at you.

The look in his eye was different than every other time you'd been together. There was twinkle in his eye and hidden behind that, intense longing. Not the lust filled gaze he'd usually shoot your way. There was something else intermingling with and you couldn't put your finger on it.

"Any time with you's special, sugar." He reached over to place a large palm on your thigh, unable to keep his hands away.

"Look at him, using his words." You quoted him with a wink before leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose, only giving him a small hint of what the night lay ahead. You gestured your hand toward the array of liquor your cabinet had to offer before reaching over and handing him a glass. "I'm not really sure what your drink of choice besides milk, so... I pulled everything out."

He chuckled rhythmicly, the iconic laugh always flooding you with warmth anytime it echoed from his stomach.

"Beer works just fine." He stroked his thumb over your thigh, still gazing up at you as the fire illuminated his profile. 

"Hm, hmm, hmmm..." You giggled with your lips pressed together, rolling your eyes. "Figures. Only thing I didn't grab."

You stood up, not noticing his quick micro expression of shock as you made your way to the fridge. You snapped off one of the cooled six pack of Schlitz beer then returning to Santa and handing it to him.  He popped open the tab and took a sip as his now ungloved hand returned against your thigh, just needing to touch you. Feel you.

"Do you like?"

"Yeah." He squeezed your thigh, licking his mustache of any left over beer. "Oh, you meant the beer? Yeah, that too." He winked wolfishly, leaning toward you more.

"Hasn't even been ten minutes and you're already being naughty." Your eyes pointed at him through long lashes.

"Can't help it, sugar." He snaked his hand up slowly, fingertips guiding along your soft, suple skin as he went to reach under your lingerie's skirt.

"And that's exactly why you're on the naughty list." You swiped his hand away before stretching your leg over his large hips, sitting atop him as he leaned back against the pillow.

"Am I?" Amused, he played along as his hands returned to your hips, gazing up at you with a curl in his lips.

"Yep." You nodded confidently, taking another sip of your wine before setting it down. "Right at the top. 'Jolly ol' Saint Nicholas'. That's what it says."

"Don't believe you."

"You do--you don't believe me?" You put your hand over your heart, a faint, theatrical gasp as you pretended to feel his words before getting up off his lap and heading towards the sofa.

"Where you goin', sugar?" He called, adjusting himself as he watched your ass from under the skirt.

"That's not my name." You waved your hand in the air dismissively then reached behind the couch, pulling out a rolled up peice of printer paper.

"Huh," he sat up with a grunt, eyes narrowed at the paper then at you. "What's your name?"

"You know my name. You're Santa Claus." You sat down at the edge of the couch, knees pressed together as you tapped the rolled paper against your thigh.

"Yeah?" He raised his brows, mouth slightly agape. "Santa magic's a bit dry right now... wanna remind me?" His voice growing to that husky tone you loved.

"You don't recognize me?" You purred curiously, now smacking the paper against your palm.

"Long year of toymaking... mind's a bit hazy." He gruffed as he went to push off his knee to crawl toward you, his eyes piercing through you. "S'your name again?"

The sound of your boot against the leather jacket on his shoulder squeaked, stopping him from crawling any further and giving him a beautiful upskirt view of your red thong. He gulped, pausing.

"Mrs. Claus."

His eyes fluttered momentarily and you swore you heard the faintest of whimpers die in the back of his throat, his powerful shoulders slouching under your boot.

"What's'a matter? Reindeer got your tongue?" You pulled your boot back, trailing your heel delicately down the fur in the front of his jacket as you reveled in the look playing behind his eyes.

"Sorry, Mrs. C... I, shit. Didn't recognize y'for a moment there." He stammered as his eyes followed your boot before looking back up at you, pupils blown.

"Most people don't, they never portray me right." You rolled your eyes as you twirled the rolled up paper around a strand of your hair. "But I'd expect better from you, Mr. Claus. Don't you have a type?"

He licked his lips then bit his lower lip with a furrowed brow as he peaked up your skirt once more, fingers gripping the wooden floor under his grasp as he searched for his composure.

"Forgive me, Mrs. Claus?" He reached a hand up your calf, inching toward his goal once more with a hopeful look in his eye.

"Naughty." You slapped his hand away with the rolled up paper and he retracted immediately. "Naughty boys don't get their presents." You crossed your legs, closing his entry as you looked down at him from your nose. "And you've been very, very naughty."

"Where's your proof?" He sat up on his haunches to unbutton his heavy coat and disrcard it in the blanket heap.

"Funny you should ask." You removed your hat and reached for his, putting it on your head instead and sitting up confidently as you unraveled the paper. "Oh my.." You eyed the words for a moment.

"What's it say?" He questioned, inching forward. You stopped him with your boot once more, pressed into his chest.

"That you've been a very, very bad boy."

Another deep gulp from your words.

"Fucking random women in alley ways, using your Santa magic to peek in on ladies, ooh..." You leaned your gaze in, narrowing your eyes at the paper. "Did you really touch yourself when doing that?" You peaked over your makeshift scroll to glance down at him then at his hard on straining against his pants.

He shook his head no, hands wringing against his sides as he fought with the urge to touch you.

"Do you wanna add lying to the list, Mr. Claus?" You tapped the tip of your boot against his chest as a warning. "One more chance to get back on the nice list or else no present." You spread your legs briefly to give him a glimpse before removing your heel from his chest, crossing your legs once more. An unspoken threat he understood.

"You wouldn't." He called your bluff.

"What's another year?" You mused at him with a smirk on your red lips.

He huffed through his nostrils as he realized you weren't bluffing, his fists now balling.

"What does Mrs. Claus do to," he clenched his jaw before proceeding, "to naughty boys?"

"Whatever she wants." You leaned your elbow on your knee as you leveled with him, his eyes never leaving your face as you gazed over his. You reached forward, pulling his long silver hair from the lowbun that lived at the nape of his neck while simultaneously removing his glasses and placing them on the table.

You pushed a stray silver curl out of his face as he bit down on his lower lip, fighting the urge to grab your wrists and take control.

"What does Mrs. Claus want?" He uttered, loving the way the name fell off his tongue a little too much. Repeating it whenever he got the chance.

"Take this off." You pulled at one of the buckles on the leather vest. "And grab the mistletoe while you're at it." You winked before sitting straight again, watching as you bounced your heel impatiently.

It was almost comedic how fast he fumbled with the vest and white shirt, immediately discarding them with his jacket. You hummed in delight at the sight of him, his broad, tattooed chest rising and falling as his hair lay against his shoulders and a starving look twinkled in his eyes. He grabbed the mistletoe that laid near the cookies, handing it to you.

"You know what mistletoes are used for, right?" You teased, grabbing the dried herbs from him and waving it in front of him.

He bit back a sarcastic comment and nodded.

"Good." You placed the mistletoe at your knee, looking at him with a raised brow.

It only took him a moment to realize what you were asking before he lunged forward, hooking his large hand behind your knee as he pressed a soft, eager kiss to your knee cap.

"Good boy." You purred which caused his grip to tighten on the hook of your leg, his dick visibly straining and twitching against his pants from the praise. "Ooh, you like being called a good boy?" You tilted your head and he looked up at you, the starvation only growing as he wordlessly nodded. "I need to hear your sweet words." 

"More than I should." He grunted, an edge to his voice as his eyes darted back to the mistletoe as you began to glide down your leg and to the top of your boot. He was quick to follow it, kissing every spot the leaves touched as he made it to the end point while he lifted your leg.

You took the opportunity to hook your leg on his shoulder and his eyes reconnected with your red laced center, lips pressed to your skin. A weak flash in his eyes as he gripped tightly, a grunt against you when he saw the gleam of your slick glow against the Christmas lights.

You slid the mistletoe back up your leg to your inner thigh. His lips followed suit as his beard tickled your skin with each gentle press. His breathing was getting hotter against your skin as he kept his eyes locked on green bundle, waiting to see where you'd lead it.

You slid the mistletoe up your side, allowing it to get caught on your skirt as you did so. His hand quickly pushed the dress the rest of the way up, bunched in his fist as he crawled up from between your legs, wet, scratchy lips gliding along the trail. You had to bite the corner of your lip to keep a giggle from escaping as his beard continued to tickle your side.

The mistletoe reached the top of your breast, the exposed skin not hidden under the lacy fabric getting tender affection from his mouth instantly. You used your other hand to pull the red straps down your arms, allowing him access to your hardened nipples. His mouth immediately latched onto one while his hand reached to grasp the other. You quickly swatted it away with the rolled up paper.

"Naughty." You panted faintly. "Mouth only."

He grumbled against your chest about 'that damn naughty list' before swirling his tongue around your nipple then sucking it back into his mouth, emitting a gasp from you. His tongue lapped as he simultaneously sucked, shooting the pleasure straight to your cunt. You lead the mistletoe to your neglected nipple and he followed, repeating what he had the other. His fists balled at your hips, trying his damn best to be good.

He pulled back from the now kiss swollen bud and speckled light kisses around your areola before he followed the mistletoe trail back down to your inner thigh, eagerly, taking soft nips with his teeth every other kiss. You hooked your heels behind his muscular back as he stared at the mistletoe, waiting. Eyes dark and hungry.

"Does Mr. Claus want his cookie?" You cooed, dancing the mistletoe centimeters from your center as you spread your thighs for him. He inhaled deeply, his brows furrowed as he pursed his lips tightly together. You could tell the teasing was getting to be too much, but at this point you wanted to see how far you could push it. Which wasn't far at all.

It only took a few more seconds of taunting before he grabbed the dried bundle and tossed it.

"Y'know what..." He gruffed, the dark hunger in his eyes finally winning and enveloping his body as he grabbed tightly on your thighs, keeping them apart for him. "I make the damn lists."

Your words of interjection quickly replaced with a whine as you felt his lips crash against your center. He licked, sucked and lapped desperately at your sensitive clit through the lace, grunting to himself. His fingertips bruised into your thighs as he lapped, impatient to even pull the soaked fabric aside as he enjoyed the taste of you soaked into them. Your back arched instantly, falling back into the couch as your a hand reached to curl fingers into his long hair, knotting your knuckles.

He pulled back only for a moment, pulling your panties down your legs and tossing them atop of his discarded clothing before quickly reconnecting his mouth to your cunt and sucking your clit between his lips. He groaned against you, sending deep vibrations through your center and those ever so familiar tingles made their way from your toes to your fingertips and scalp.

You pressed your thighs into the scratch of his cheeks, panting as you felt the release you'd been waiting for the past year build in your tummy. You peeked down between your legs only to find his eyes already staring back at you, a permanent snarl in his nose as he lapped and sucked with waiting eyes. Your fingers tangled tighter into his hair, unable to stop the grinding of your hips as you held eye contact; soft whimpers and pleas dying on your lips.

Calloused fingertips teased against your entrance, collecting your sweetness before pushing two thick fingers into you and forcing a yelp from between your lips. He tried so hard to go slow at first, soaking in just how tight your unused cunt had gotten around his fingers since the last he felt it, but your whines and how your skin glowed against the warm fireplace while the Mrs. Claus dress laid bunched on your waist caused a burning need to force an orgasm out of you.

Neither of you broke eye contact besides your momentarily flutters from the intense pleasure. You loved the way he looked between your legs, determined to get what he wanted and desperate for it. He loved the way your cheeks flushed and lips pursed together, barely audible whines of his name falling from them that only encouraged his speed. Only made him need more.

The pads of his fingertips reached up into you, searching for that spot as his tongue never relented. Constant groans of his own vibrating against you as he watched your body unravel around him, your cunt pulsing on his fingers with each jolt of pleasure that erupted from your tummy and all over his beard and hand.

"Fuck," he ran his tongue flat along your lips as he pushed himself back up, leaving a soft kiss on your pelvis as he did. Eyes blown as he stood up above you, grabbing at the useless bunched up dress around your waist, tugging it off and tossing it just as he did the mistletoe. Carelessly. "Missed your taste."

He quickly kicked off his boots and removed his pants, grasping large fingers around the shaft of his cock as he gazed down at you with glossed over eyes, a look you'd never seen before.

Usually always in control of the situation, cool, as he took you where he wanted you but tonight something firey stirred behind his eyes and he couldn't wait anymore.

The removal of his entire outfit and his hair messily laying on his shoulders made you realize he was a man. A man with magic, but just a man.

You didn't see the fabled jolly old Saint Nick in front of you, and you didn't see Kris Kringle spreading your thighs into the couch as he leaned over and caged you in with long arms. It wasn't father Christmas who pushed your hair back so he could look at your pretty face when he slid the swollen head of his cock between your sopping lips, a soft groan leaving his lips as he saw your mouth contort in bliss with each brush of your clit.

No.

You widdled him back down to the man he was before the magic. A man who was no exception to human desire and emotions. A man you'd grown attached to, a man you looked forward to every Christmas eve. A man who needed you just as badly as you needed him.

No amount of magic would change that.

"Missed you." He gazed down at you with soft eyes, his profile warm and glowing against the fire as he tentatively watched each facial expression you made. A small smile curled at his beard when your body tensed and relaxed all at the same time, your hips urging closer to him as you silently begged for him.

"Don't want a silent night, sugar. Need t'hear you." He brushed his weeping tip against your slit, using what little restraint he had left to urge your sweet words out. He loved hearing you. He loved having your words replay in his head on nights he felt the loneliest, missing you.

"Please, Santa." You wrapped your arms around his neck, attempting to pull him in closer as his warm skin radiated against your body with each deep breath he took. "M-Missed you so much." Another pitiful buck of your hips. "Need you so bad." Your eyes big, begging and projecting that same look he gave you back.

Longing.

"Told you," he grasped your hair in a gentle knot to brace himself as he urged his hips forward, peeking down to watch the reddened tip of his cock slowly dissapear into the softness of your pussy. "You've been a good girl." He rasped as he peppered more delicate kisses along your cheek bone, his beard tickling in their wake. His words rung sweet as candy in your ears while he sunk completely into you with a soft grunt. "And good girls get their presents."

You tried to form sentences but nothing Christmas-y clever or witty came to mind as you took him completely.  Instead, you pressed your face into the crook of his neck, his peppermint scent filling your senses as you whimpered and whined against his flushed skin. Your thighs hugged tightly around his large hips as you adjusted to his girth. He braced an arm around your lower waist, forcing your hips closer to his and you gasped against his neck; feeling beautifully full. He stood there for a moment, enjoying the desperate grasp your cunt had around him with a furrowed brow, committing it to his vast memory.

"Y'take me s'good, sugar." He whispered into your hair, his words of tender praise only caused you to flutter around him as your boots pressed into his back, trying to force him to move. To give you what you've been needing for the past two years since he met you at the bar.

"Please.." you whined before latching your lips onto the pulse of his neck, breathy whimpers echoing against him as your tongue swirled against the sweet taste of his skin.

"Since you asked so nicely..." he guided his hips slowly into you, allowing the first full agonisizngly slow thrust to send electricity up your spine. His heartbeat was booming against your chest as he struggled to hold back, trying to savor each moment.

He didn't want to treat you like the other women he'd used on the lonelier Christmas eves before he met you. Nights the brunt of hard work with no appreciation nor help weighed on him, making him doubt himself.

Something in you sparked a magic within him that he thought was long dead, a list of nonbelievers and greed had killed, but you made him look forward to Christmas again. The magic he lost, hid in you and he felt it. Everytime you touched his skin, or whimpered his name, fire like sparks jolted through him. Magic he'd never felt before erupting just from your sweet words and carresses.

He needed it.

He needed you, and he was going to show you the only way he knew how.

You parted your mouth from his neck, nuzzling your face into his beard as your thighs dug into his soft sides, attempting to spur him on faster but he refused. Each gentle rock of his hips inching further in and out of you as he grasped onto the back of your neck, cradling you against him as he pumped into you in a slow, rhythmic speed and ignoring your pleas.

"Shh, shh..." He stroked his thumb against the back of your neck as he kept his pace, rasping sweet words into your hair as you clawed your nails into his shoulder blades. "You're doing so good, sugar. Let me enjoy this a little more..." His words jagged against you the moment he felt your contractions from his voice. "Yeah.. just like that, sweet girl. Keep doing that for me." Your eyes rolled back from the praise, your toes curling in your boots as he slowly etched away at your mounting climax.

"Oh god, oh god..." you panted against him, the feeling between your legs radiating over your entire body as you felt your peak build and burn in your lower belly.

"No, sugar.." He pushed your head back so he could see your face, "S'just me." A gentle kiss at the corner of your quivering lips as he eyed you, waiting for your break. 

He looked down at you as his silver curls framed his face, patient blue eyes watching your every expression and memorizing it with each movement of his hips. You couldn't process from the haze of your building orgasm, but his own breathing had become unsteady and his skin hot with each pump.

The look on your face was the sweetest thing he'd ever witnessed in his long life as you unwrapped like a bow on Christmas morning around him. Your half lidded eyes struggling to stay open, puffy lips slightly agape as you meakly tried to call to him. The frustration and want from the past two years finally washed from you and between your bodies.

Sweet relief.

"Good girl," he kept his pace steady, voice gentle as he talked you through your orgasm. "M'right here, good girl."

The added wetness onto his cock caused him to clench his jaw as he battled with confine once more, the burning need to take what he wanted growing familiarly strong.

Instead, he grasped your hips and flipped you both, never disconnecting from you. You straddled his hips, face still craddled against him as you breathed heavily. The twist in your stomach recoiled as you sat up and looked down at him in your new position.

"S'all yours." He circled his thumbs against your hips, encouraging you to continue where you'd left off six months ago on the pillow.

The limpness in your body from your consecutive orgasms was no match for the heat that burned when you swallowed in the sight under you. Hair disheveled from your constant grasping, his scarred, tattooed chest rising and falling and oh god... those tattoos...

They really drove you mad.

Instantly your hand grasped onto his chest, nails digging into his soft skin as you began bouncing your hips, soaking in the glorious throb of his cock the moment he watched your body move. His hands traveled up your sides to grasp at your bouncing chest as you fucked yourself stupid on him, tweaking and rolling at your nipples each chance he got.

He may have been holding back in this moment, but you refused to wait any longer. One more year was a milenia too long and you needed all you could get from him tonight.

You threw your head back, hair whipping wildly with as you bucked your hips on top of his; wet colliding of smacking skin tangled with pornographic moans danced in the air with Christmas music.

You released one of your hands from the death grip on his chest and reached for your clit, rubbing furiously as you forced his cock into yourself over and over again at an unrelenting pace. His grunts and heavy breathing christmas music to your ears as you felt yourself once again tense with a third orgasm pathetically waiting around the corner. Strings of incoherent nonsense fell from your parted lips when you ground your hips down into his, greedily taking him entirely as you circled and chased your orgasm fervently.

"Shit..." he was all he could muster.

He commited every moan, curve, swivel of your hips and blemish on your skin to memory before his head fell back in bliss, the convulsions from your cunt becoming too much. His now bruising grip on your hips only tightened as he helped you with your pace while thrusting upward, amplifying your oncoming orgasm with each deep stroke. The familiar twinkle of glitter spiked up your spine as the white heat of your orgasm powerfully crashed down through your center as he continued to fuck you through it.

You fell onto his chest, your body weak and overly sensitive as you panted against his warm skin, face burried in the tuft of hair as he continued to thrust into you at a much slower rate than before, unimaginably hard.

"Shit.." he grunted in amazement again and looked down to only see a mess of hair buried against him. "Sugar?" He pushed your hair back to force you look up at him."You okay?"

"N-Never better."

The glazed over fucked out look caused a proud smile on his face.

"Good." He kissed the top of your head then reached under your thighs, lifting the both of you up and placing you down onto the heap of blankets. "Cause I'm not done with you."

Your stomach jumped as he used your thighs to flip you over on all fours with ease. He placed a pillow under your head and the blanket heap under your hips to keep your ass raised to him, noting how spent you were and adjusting you as needed.

"S'okay, sugar. Just relax. I'll take care of you."

He stroked his fingertips along your soaked entrance, recollecting some of your sweetness to suck off his finger. He hummed to himself, pleased with your taste then grasped a hand around his shaft and another on your asscheek to spread you open. He grunted, appreciating the glistening glow between your legs that the fireplace illuminated before he lead himself back into you.

He was so hard, so big and you were so sensitive and barely there. No thoughts ran through your head, just the focus on the heated pleasure his intrusion brought to your center. With what little mobility you had, you pushed your hips back into his and whined. He let out a soft chuckle at how willing you still were despite being completely cockdrunk on the floor.

"Sweet girl." He mumbled to himself, the new nickname causing your cunt to pulse and within that left all his restraint.

He grasped your hips, pulling your ass back into him with a loud clap and a snarl from his throat. The ripple of your skin caused his eyes to close tight momentarily before he looked back down and watched himself piston in and out of you, his cock shining with your slick. Your desperate and weak whimpers along with the writhing of your body under his pulled a fury out of him he'd not felt in a thousand years too long.

His tip continuesly hit your sweet spot over and over again and you swore you were seeing golden stars burn in the fireplace through your lashes. You attempted to turn your gaze up at him, immediately falling apart at the sight and another coil snapping in your stomach the moment you did.

His silver tendrils hung wildly in his face as he gazed down with an icy blue stare at your connection, his nose back in a permanent snarl and curling each time your hips met. Almost animalistic grunts and growls echoed from his chest with each smack of your thighs as he lurched forward.

His hands landed at either side of your shoulders, stabilizing himself as he leaned over and pumped deeper, faster.

You reached for the hand that lay in front of your face and grabbed it, sliding two of his thick fingers into your mouth and sucking. A gruff groan emitted from his throat as he watched your soft lips suck on him, the heat in his own stomach raising to it's boiling point with each clench of your cunt and soft suckle of your mouth.

"F-Fuck.." he grunted between his teeth, battling the coil in his stomach. "S-Sugar... where d'y--"

"Wanna be your little stocking stuffer..." You mindlessly purred around his fingers as you slid your tongue around each digit, eyes fluttering in a sex filled haze as the next words fell from your mouth like you'd uttered them your whole life. "Nicomund."

Snap.

The deep groan that erupted through his chest was thunderous. His hips collideded one last time into yours, knuckles white around the blanket he grasped and his fingertips pressing into your tongue all at once. It felt as if the fireplace had grown twice as hot and glittery, much like the feeling within you, as he emptied himself. Each deep spurt caused soft yelps between his fingers as you reveled in his pulsing.

You both laid there for a moment as he lazily and slowly thrusted into you, enjoying the feeling of his own cum till your whines snapped him out of his haze.

He eased out of you with a hiss, collapsing next to you on whatever blanket wasn't bunched up under your hips and dragged a heavy arm around your waist. He pulled you into his side, heaving heavily as he brushed his hand over his chest and furrowed his brows at the sweat. "That's new."

"Mmh," you mumbled, still enjoying the full feeling between your thighs his cum gave as you inched into his side and blinked your eyes open to see what he was talking about. "..Sweat?" You rested your head against his shoulder, body still limp and brain function beginning to come back. "Do you not sweat?"

"Never really had a reason to." A soft chuckle as he pressed his fingertips into the softness of your skin. "Not for a long time, at least."

"Mmhyeahhh..." You yawned as you nuzzled into his side, your face pressing into his warmth. "Guess there's not much reason to sweat in the North Pole."

"Yeah," his voice waivered for a moment as he leaned his head down to press his lips against your head, realizing there would be no reason  sweat at home. Not when you're here. "Guess not."

You laid there in silence for awhile, the both of you catching your breath as he combed gentle fingers through your hair and stared off into the Christmas tree in deep thought.

He mulled over if he'd ask you the obvious 'how did you know my name?' and ruin the moment you both were having, but ultimately decided against it.

He knew why. There was no point in asking, not anymore.

"Don't forget your cookies." You mumbled against his skin, shaking him from his thoughts.

"Hm?"

You lifted your face finally with tired eyes as he gazed down at you.

"Made extra cookies for you." A soft, sleepy smile on your face. "Gonna need your energy after that." You muffled a giggle as you draped your arm over his stomach. "Didn't know you still had that in you, old man."

You loved it everytime your wise cracks got that full iconic chuckle from his stomach. Anytime he looked at you with warm eyes and rosy cheeks, amused by your words. You loved it.

"I'm not that old, sugar." He gave you a soft squeeze. "Young enough to still not know what the hell I'm doing."

"Wait --what?" Your brows furrowed in confusion. "You're Santa Claus. You know everything?"

"Not everything." Another soft chuckle. "Some magic I still don't understand."

"So.. how do you do that thing then?" Your curiosity began to peak through, giving you one last gust of energy.

"What thing?" Now it was his turn to be confused, which was an unfamiliar sight.

"You know! The thing where it feels like," you pushed yourself to sit up at his side, pulling part of the blanket over your lap as you danced fingertips up and down your body. "Like uh... like a million Christmas lights twinkling at once inside and all around me."

"I don't?"

"Yes you do!" You nudged his side gently, trying to get him to understand. "I feel it when you touch me!"

The confusion quickly left and another soft look appeared over his brow. Realization hitting him like a collapsing chimney.

"I don't do that, sugar."  His voice gentle and scratchy as he wrapped his arm around your waist again, pulling you back against him as he spoke confidently, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Think you just like me."

He couldn't tell you what the intense sparks were nor why they were there, but he knew what you were talking about because he felt them too. They were the reason he kept coming back. The reason production in the workshop had picked up. The reason the toys were finished early this Christmas eve.

He knew them all too well.

"Huh." You breathed out, a blush creeping over your nose as you nuzzled back into his embrace, not wanting tonight to end. "Embarrassing."

"Shit." He groaned as he sat up, hand still around your waist. "Almost forgot." He reached over to his sack, reaching into the dark abyss and pulling out a wrapped present.

"It's not Christmas morning!" You interjected.

"Yeah, well, I'm Santa Claus. I make the rules." He chuckled as he handed you the box. "Do not break it this time. Takes a shit load'a magic to make these things."

You giggled to yourself, having a feeling on what was inside but still tearing it open as if it were Christmas morning and you had no idea.

"Snow storm proof?" You looked at him with wide, glittering eyes as you pulled out the black, shiny walkie talkie.

"Not sure." He shrugged heavy shoulders. "Guess we'll need to find out." 

"Thank you." You placed the walkie talkie to the side and wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a quick peck on the cheek then sighing softly, "It's almost time."

He sighed deeply, a finger lazily trailing up your spine as he dismissed the time. "Five more minutes."

"No, no." You shook your head, patting his chest before you pushed yourself from his embrace, scrambling for your dress to pull on. "The kids need you." You untangled your legs from the blankets and made your way to the kitchen as he watched you with pinched brows.

You grabbed the cookie tin you'd packed for his night before he arrived and the rest of the schlitz you had in the fridge, as well as a thermos of milk before you made your way back to him and placed it next to him.

"They're not warm anymore but," you shrugged, suddenly feeling small under the intense look he was giving you. "I figured it was better than your pockets. Don't worry, it's not skim." You nodded toward the thermos. "Whole milk."

The bright, proud smile on your face accompanied by the sheepish blush made his cheeks grow rosier too as he pushed himself to sit up.

"Thank you." His response simple, but grateful.

You both just looked at each other for a moment. An unusual glint in his eye as you battled with the annoying flutters happening in your stomach from that glint.

"You need to go." You whispered, hating that you needed to remind him.

"You're gettin' good at telling the time."

"I know."

"Course you do." He spoke confidently as he stroked your cheek before getting up with a groan.

You joined him, grabbing his glasses, his Santa hat that had fallen off your head at one point and one of your hairties for him as he pulled on his clothes.

"Same time next year?" You asked as you reached up to place his glasses on his nose then handing him the hairtie.

"Yeah, sugar. Same time next year." He grinned, sliding the hair tie in his pocket with two beers and the thermos in the other.

"Oh! Don't forget!"

You grabbed the cookies and handed them to him, a pause from you both when the irony of the situation had sparkled obviously under Christmas lights. That stupid glint never leaving his eyes as you both leaned in for another kiss, a wordless goodbye. Your noses bumped together and in a dazzling instant, he was gone.

Your face burned red as you rubbed your forehead, heading to collapse into the heap of blankets that still reeked of peppermint. You reached over for the plate of untouched cookies and took a bite, munching on it as you finally had a coherent thought out loud.

"Do I have a fucking crush on Santa Claus?"