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A Jolly Odd Christmas- Finale

It's been a year! I'm so so sorry, to all asking, personal matters got in the way and my mental health is at an all time low, so writing and publishing things was a massive chore for me. But it's Christmas, and I felt bad leaving this off on a cliffhanger for a year, SO I found my fic, finished it up, and wanted to finally bring the finale to the folks here who were waiting. I really, truly do hope you enjoy, and I hope your Christmas was lovely. Now we can finally see Krampus and Santa Claus settle things between each other with thanks to the reader!

<- Previous Chapter

The tension here was so thick you’d need a drill to even just breach the surface. The most kind, generous, jolly man in the world according to legends and he was driving this sleigh with a tired scowl on his face, while the man threatening to kill and eat you was looking away, breaking out into a cold sweat. And there you were, stuck in the middle cause neither man wanted to sit directly next to each other.

“I can’t help but feel that part of this is my fault,” Mr. Claus spoke up. “This seems like a long time coming if I’m gonna be honest.”

“At least you’re self aware, prick,” Krampus grumbled.

“But were you so desperate to be around a human again that you wanted to kidnap arm candy for yourself? I have these rules set for a reason.”

“Ohh, here we go, but who made the rules, and who in fact agreed to these rules? I certainly didn’t! And a lotta folks on my side of town didn’t! That’s why they’re even there in the first place.” Mr. Claus took one hand off the reins to rub his temple, letting out a long, deep sigh.

“Think I’ve been avoiding this for too long, so long that now there’s a third party in the picture,” he said, gesturing to you.

“I feel bad being in the middle of all this,” you winced. “Krampus you told me some stuff, Jack Frost told me-”

“You MET Jack Frost?! And you’re alive?” Mr. Claus looked at you, a bit surprised. “I thought he was going to have as much fun killing you as one of those other little yes men that follow Krampus.”

“Oh you would know a thing about yes men wouldn’t you?” Krampus chuckled, more of an angry miffed chuckle than anything. “And goes to show just how much you forget the personalities of your own fuckin friends while you’re sitting all cozy up there on your red and white fur lined throne!”

“You’re being so cocky for a man who was planning to fucking eat this person if they wouldn’t fuck you,” Mr. Claus snapped.

“I never ever insinuated that and you know it! Dating doesn’t always have to include sex you old fuck!”

“You’re the same fuckin age as me!”

“Guys…” you gently spoke up. “Can we do this after we get off a moving vehicle in the sky? It’s bad enough I have to be in the middle of this, but in the middle of this while the ground is so far away…!” Mr. Claus sighed, looking away from the two of you, but then back on the reindeer.

“...I’m terribly sorry,” he said. “I don’t mean to get angry, you’re just the result of a few centuries long tension…and I want to clear some things up when we get to my place.” You saw the giant manor in the distance get closer and closer, you knew you were almost there, so you just sat in silence and waited. And now the silence was even more awkward between you three. Maybe it would’ve been better if they just kept bickering…but you’d be worried that one of them would throw the other off the sleigh…

Once you got off, Mr. Claus almost instinctively wrapped an arm around you, but this time, you nudged yourself away from him.

“Sorry, last time I saw you in person you were uh…just a disguise.”

“That was you wasn’t it?” Mr. Claus glared over at Krampus, who just scoffed and shrugged.

“It worked pretty good,” he replied. “And knowing you for so long, nobody suspected a goddamn thing.” Mr. Claus let out a scowl. Once the reindeer got their harnesses off, they sprinted off in a few directions, with one prancing up to you just to lean down. You expected just a nuzzle or a lick, but then it whispered at you.

“You’re in for a long haul pal, if you need a quick out, just find one of us,” it whispered. That…weirded you out briefly, but not more than anything else around here, so you just nodded and kept that in mind as it pranced off into the fields. You might need to take that offer, because you walked behind the two just…feeling tense and unsure the entire walk up to the manor.

“Alright, so, now that I’m not driving anything, I can explain myself,” Mr. Claus said. “This has been a long time coming, but I was worried about this information going public. The reason I made this change admittedly is…rather selfish.”

“Glad to know I was right about that this whole time,” Krampus sneered.

“I’m not done talking, let me finish,” Mr. Claus held up a finger, as the door to his manor opened up. If it wasn’t for the weird mood in the air, you’d be absolutely stunned at the decor inside. Bright and cheerful, a chandelier hanging above the foyer that bathed the room in a beautiful golden light, the dark wood floors with a massive round red rug, and there was a faint sound of classical music coming from somewhere in the mansion to give it a bit of atmosphere.

“Uh…beautiful place here,” you spoke up. “It’s really nice.” Mr. Claus broke a smile when he heard that, looking back at you.

“Oh thank you, this was a lot of hard work in the making, but I’m rather happy with how it turned out,” he said. “Now that we’re inside, I can explain everything on the way to my study.” Mr. Claus traveled up the steps, Krampus begrudgingly following behind with his arms crossed, and you just…standing behind in silence to listen.

“It’s been a couple centuries, so this better be a good explanation,” Krampus said.

“Hopefully this will make you understand, but not sympathize, with my reasoning,” Mr. Claus said. “I wanted to talk to you about this for a long time…but I feel bad for hurting a friend, and many other people with my dumb decision.”

“Does that mean you’re just gonna allow him and others to…you know…” you asked.

“No, no we’re never going back to that. Times have changed, children deserve to be respected like they’re people instead of things to be owned and traded. I had to learn that the hard way when…” Mr. Claus let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

“So…Krampus, old pal,” he said. “Do you remember the winter of 1789?”

“Actually…yeah, yeah I do, that was when you were pretty broken up about something,” Krampus answered. “What about that time was so significant?”

“Well…I met someone…” he mumbled. “I know I shouldn’t be catching feelings for a human, but I guess I was vulnerable, and she was sweet…very very sweet…” Mr. Claus seemed to be clutching something in his left pants pocket. “And she had a son. He wasn’t very well behaved, I could imagine it was hard for a single mother to take care of a child that rambunctious…”

“So that’s why you vanished every so often with no word,” Krampus sneered.

“Yes, yes I did vanish, I was acting as a stepfather of sorts,” Mr. Claus replied. “For being so rambunctious and rowdy, he was such an adorable kid…” Mr. Clause smiled and laughed, but it wasn’t a laugh of joy. It was sad, longing. Missing someone.

“I never should’ve told Holly who I was…” he sighed. “Maybe I could’ve lied long enough…”

“Wh-what do you mean lie long enough…?” you asked. There was a pit in your stomach. You were afraid of where this was going to go. Mr. Claus paused in front of a rather large double door, before opening it, just by touching it. The doors slowly opened to a massive study, with shelves long and high of multiple scrolls. All scrolls were marked with a year, and the sheer size made your head spin. But one caught your eyes. They were all a soft pale yellow-ish white, possibly due to the fact that they were all made with handmade paper. One however was gray, almost black. Like it was burnt.

“I tried my best, I thought I was a good stepfather for the brief year I was with her and her son…I really did love her…” he sighed. “I wanted him to behave so so badly, but when the time came and I checked the list, and I swear I checked it twice, I checked it thrice….” Mr. Claus snapped his fingers, and that same gray scroll floated down, right into his hands.

“What was the kid's name…?” Krampus furrowed his brow. You looked at him and noticed that he did actually look guilty. Genuinely so.

“Levi Eascott…” Mr. Claus said. “I remember that name even today. He looked just like his mother…” Mr. Claus had his back turned to both you and Krampus, but from his hunched stature and the way his body was shaking, he seemed to be holding back tears.

“He was taken, I never found out who did it…I didn’t want to know…” he sobbed. “But the Christmas after, Holly looked at me like a monster….she didn’t want me to come near her. I wasn’t an innocent man that night and that’s what makes my guilt hurt even more…” Krampus was shaking too, and not because he was crying. He started to laugh.

“So…all this because of one mom, and one kid?” he chuckled. “You weren’t at all guilty before this, until it happened to be someone you grew attached to eh?”

“I KNOW!” Mr. Claus’s voice was loud, room shaking, it nearly made you lose your balance just from the sheer power behind it.

“I was selfish! Every child kidnapped, eaten, made to stew, lost in the forest…” he continued. “They were all someone’s child. Loved, and now they can never, ever have a second chance of becoming a better person…” Mr. Claus turned to look at the two of you, but was looking more so at Krampus. Tears were fogging his glasses up, and his face was twisted into the expression of a truly pathetic, grieving man.

“Things had to change…” he tried to gain his composure. “I know it was selfish but I did not want those under me to be responsible for another life lost before they had a true chance to live…you’re free to continue to hate me. This is the longest we’ve ever spoken to one another in decades, and I understand if you’d never want to speak to me again. After all…you’re technically out of a job because of me…I’m sorry Krampus…my old friend…” There was a long, uncomfortable pause. You looked to Krampus, to Mr. Claus, and then down at your own feet. The atmosphere was like that of the end of a funeral. It hurt, it hurt a lot more than you expected.

“Nicky, pal,” Krampus spoke up. “I can’t say I’m not mad at you anymore. But…I always knew you had a softer, doughier side to you.” He walked up to Mr. Claus, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“But you’ve neglected a few folks who are still sour about that sudden change, and it’s been so many fucking years, all you do is ignore us,” Krampus said. “It’s like you’re still grieving.”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever not grieve…” Mr. Claus replied.

“I know that lady, Holly, was she? She died thinking you were some monster. But I think you more than proved you’re willing to change,” Krampus said.

“Mr. Claus…” you spoke up. “I know I shouldn’t be one to talk. You’ve lived so much longer than I ever will…but I can say, you have to find a way to move on. You can’t undo your mistakes, but please…” You also approached, and grabbed onto his hand. He looked at you with a bit of surprise at the sudden motion.

“Please Mr. Claus…” you muttered. “I know you want to take care of however many children there are in the world right now, but also take care of the people here too. Find a way to make things right. I don’t know how, probably never will, but mend the relationships you have now, and probably will have for a long time…”

“I…” Mr. Claus looked down at you, then over to Krampus. His eyes furrowed with frustration and sadness. Not at anybody else in the room except for himself.

“After business is over and done with, I’m going to hold a conference, I think cutting half of the population off from the rest of the world was…well it was a bad idea…”

“Well thank fuckin heavens you’re realizing that now, only took me being a total asshole for you to get it through your thick fuckin skull!” Krampus tapped the side of Mr. Claus’s head when those last three words were uttered. “And you’re taking me too!”

“First, let me just say here, I’m terribly sorry, terribly terribly sorry…” Mr. Claus frowned. “An apology isn’t enough, in fact it’s just step one. I want to make things right, it’s foolish of me to only want to do that when you take a few steps too far.”

“Does that mean I can at least keep the human?” Krampus looked at you, but you crossed your arms and huffed at that request.

“Absolutely not,” Mr. Claus poked the dead center of Krampus’s chest. “But…well, um, you dearie.” He turned to you.

“This is something I’d never thought I’d be doing, but I consider this extending an olive branch to my dear long time friend. So…how would you like to visit on occasion? Not often, once a year. The only caveat to that is that you must never, ever, ever tell anybody you know where you go once a year.”

“Well…uh…” You thought about it for a moment. This was an opportunity that initially, you could never even dream of. Something this magical, fantastical, something you couldn’t believe. It would be absolutely stupid of you to say no.

“I accept your offer,” you nodded. “I wanna see this place when you try and fix stuff with the people here, Mr. Claus.”

“Then it’s settled!” The doors to the room opened, letting in an odd amount of cold air, and stepping in was Jack Frost, an uncharacteristically big smile on his face as he approached the group.

“Oh it’s been so long! It’s great to see you two settling things like grown men, practically brings a tear to my eye!” Jack Frost grinned. “I wanted to join in and reunite with my old buddies!”

“Piss OFF you lazy geezer!” Krampus yelled. “You didn’t earn your right to join us!”

“Oh just let him, we’ll have a nice, long discussion later,” Mr. Claus held his head in his hand, while Jack Frost walked up to both men to give them kisses on their cheeks, which left a small thin layer of frost on both of them as he did.

“I think for now, it’s high time we take the human back home, this will be very energy costly, but I’ll just keep some lights off around the manor for a few days because of that,” Mr. Claus rubbed his hands together. “I can handle walking around with a candle for that long.”

“So…how do we get me back home?” you asked.

“First, we take you to bed.”

“Take me to bed??”

“Cmon tiny! Beddy time!” At that, Krampus lifted you up off your feet, carrying you caveman style with him. “Hey, you renovated quite a bit here big guy, where’s your bedroom?”

“Same as it’s always been,” Mr. Claus said. You were led by all three men up to a bedroom. A massive, sparkling, cozy bedroom with a bed larger than life with plush red blankets.

“Let’s get you into some comfier clothes too,” Jack Frost snapped his fingers, and like he had worked his magic before, he placed you in an old unisex Victorian nightgown. Rather long, but not uncomfortable, definitely cozy enough to sleep in. It was awkward being laid down in bed by three men all at once and tucked in, but not any more awkward or odd than the few things you’ve been experiencing this entire time.

“So…how does this work?” you asked as you pulled the covers up.

“You lay there, you fall asleep, and you wait,” Mr. Claus said. “If you were awake during any of this as a human, the headache caused by the sudden rush of magic would probably make your brain bleed out your nose.” Oh.

“I’ll assist in helping you fall asleep,” Jack Frost placed both his hands on the sides of your heads. “Close your eyes and relax, okay?”

“I’ll assist by shutting the fuck up,” Krampus gave one final thumbs up, and you just closed your eyes, waiting for something to happen. You could sense the chilling fingers of Jack Frost on your head, but they steadily grew warmer, and with that you felt a deeper sense of comfort and ease.

“Hey uh, before you finally fall asleep-”

“You said you were going to shut up.”

“Let me SPEAK Geezer! Anyway uh…I’m sorry for bringing you here, but thanks. You just being here helped me see a friend I haven’t seen in a long, long time.”

“Krampus…I love you so much. I really did miss you…”

“I missed you guys too! The three of us! Back together as pals!” There was a smile on your face as your consciousness slowly drifted off. Even if this was all a dream or a hallucination, or a vision while you were in a coma, it was all a nice once. Odd, dangerous a few times, but an experience you were sure was unique to you as a human. You wanted to thank them, but your mind was already drifting off, and before you knew it, you had fallen into a deep, deep sleep…

—

You shot up out of bed. It was midnight, the snow was raging outside, and you took a look over at the alarm on your phone as a notification got it to light up. It was exactly three weeks till Christmas. You assumed what all that was was a dream. A long, elaborate, at times erotic dream. All those adventures were nothing but your imagination going wild. That is, until you looked down at what you were wearing to bed.

A Victorian unisex nightgown…

None of that was a dream. You’ve never owned anything like this before in your life.

There was a knock at your bedroom door. The knob slowly turned, and the door creaked open bit by bit. Anybody else would be afraid, scared some dangerous home intruder was coming into your home. But you felt it wasn’t the case. This was something far more different.

“Heyyyy there baby~!” Krampus had opened the door, leaning against the frame with a cheeky grin and his massive, longer than life tongue hanging from his mouth. “I heard a very very special little human was on the nice and naughty list, all at the same time~! Now how did you manage to do that?” Following right behind, Mr. Claus had a coy smirk on his face, and was dressed in a red silk robe, tied tightly around his rather large gut, with his white chest hair peeking out from the bright red fabric.

“Krampus talked me into this,” he said. “It’s been a long, long time since either of us shared a little human as a plaything. Of course, this time, you can say no any time you want.”

“A little magic soundproofed this entire room~!” Krampus slowly approached. “So you get to scream all you want without anybody else hearing~!” Your eyes went wide, your expression flushed, but with a silent, excited nod and a smile on your face, you started to take off your nightgown, but Krampus stopped you.

“Ah ah ah, remember what I said to you when we first met?” he asked. “3 or 4 whacks for nearly breaking my nose!” Oh…oh yeah. Krampus sat on the bed, patting his lap, and you quickly obeyed him by laying on your stomach in his lap.

“Good…good, doing what you’re told~!” Mr. Claus waved his finger, and as he was about to sit, a chair appeared under him to rest. “It’s been so long, I wanna really see a master at his work.” He had a similar coy, devilish smile on his face to Krampus, as if you were yet again staring at Krampus in disguise as him.

“Alright, let’s start the count!” Krampus raised his hand, holding you firmly yet snugly with his other, and with a swift motion, you felt a sharp SMACK across your ass, causing a tiny yelp to come from your throat.

“Hey! You were supposed to count to one!” Another sharp smack. “I said count, next time I better hear you count.” At the third smack, you yelped, but you very quietly began to speak up.

“Th-three…” you moaned.

“No no, we’re starting over, this next spank is your new first one. Now then…”

SMACK!

“O-one…!”

SMACK!

“Twoooo…”

SMACK!

“Th-th-threeeee…”

“Oh lemme see how red you’re getting~!” Mr. Claus approached to grab your nightgown, lifting it up to expose your absolutely bright glowing red ass for the both of them. Once the breeze hit you, you realized that Jack Frost didn’t leave any underwear down there for you, the cheeky bastard. You were completely bare and exposed once the gown was lifted.

“Hooo wee! Good lord you’ve got the perfect ass for this!” Krampus cheered. “I could make this thing as red as your big stupid suit, old man!”

“Now now, can’t keep being this harsh, gotta be gentle too,” Mr. Claus knelt down in front of you, gently stroking your face. Tears stung the corners of your eyes from the force of Krampus’s large, hardened hands, but from the way your legs rubbed together, and the way your cheek nuzzled into Mr. Claus’s hand, you were more than happy to accept your “punishment.”

“Ohhh baby look at you,” Mr. Claus smiled, kissing you gently on the forehead. When he pulled back, the smile was just as sinister as it was earlier.

“I love that look in your eyes, how submissive you’re being for both of us. Ohhhh how I truly, honestly missed this!” You could feel Krampus’s hands rub and squeeze your ass, moving down in between your thighs, gently spreading them apart before rubbing a calloused finger against you. He was going slow, his touch a lot softer against your increasingly wet entrance. Your legs twitched, toes curling at the sensation, you went to reach up to grab hold of Krampus, grabbing onto his rather built, muscular arm he was using to hold you down.

“Heh, trimmed my claws just for this sweetheart~” Krampus purred. “How about thankin’ me?”

“Th-thaaaank you…thank you Krampussss….” you whined, bucking your hips against his hand. Mr. Claus took that chance to lean in for a nice, pleasant, soft kiss against your lips, grabbing the back of your head to keep you pressed firmly against his lips. He had such a lovely, pleasant odor. He smelled like cloves, cinnamon, a hint of cocoa…You moaned against his lips, savoring the kiss oh so lovingly. When both men pulled away, you kicked your legs a bit in protest, trying to pull Mr. Claus back in while bucking your hips at nothing.

“Hey hey, patience, dollface!” Krampus gave you a less harsh spank on the rear to try and discipline you. “Get up, lay down and keep your head on the edge of the bed.” You got up with Krampus, and went to crawl back on the bed, with your head leaning just off the edge. You were curious about what they both had planned, and while upside down, you kept on glimpsing at Mr. Claus as he took off the robe, letting it fall off his body onto the floor. For a man who you assumed physically is quite up there in age, he had quite the body. A massive, burly, big bellied frame, his entire body covered in curly white hair that contrasted against his dark skin. He was actually just as, if not more muscular than Krampus by taking a look at his pretty sizable arms and biceps, and to complete all of that, he was very, very bottom heavy, his thighs probably twice, or three times your own size, with a very thick, fat, but short cock dangling between his legs. You had hoped you hadn’t started drooling looking at Mr. Claus disrobe, but he seemed to notice a dazed, mesmerized expression on your face, and couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath. A very soft, subtle “ho ho ho~!” Of course.

“You know you don’t just have to stare, how well can you hold your breath, gumdrop?” Mr. Claus approached you, at first straddling your face with his massive, plush thighs, before he fully got comfortable as he sat completely on your face. Oh no, oh he was right, this was a really tight, snug spot to be in, but you were sure you could take this.

“Hey now, don’t suffocate this one, I don’t wanna lose a human to your fat ass,” Krampus sneered, though you heard it very muffled from your position.

“Oh hush,” that was all Mr. Claus said, as his breath caught in his throat and his shoulders shot up suddenly. He was surprised at how quick you were getting to him, tongue already licking up and down his hole, licking circles around it and giving his ass quick, excited kisses.

“Ohhhhh fuck you learn fast!” he moaned. “Fuuuucking hell you’re good at this I can tell~!”

“I bet you missed that feeling huh, gramps?” Krampus climbed up in between your legs, bringing his face downwards, with his tongue falling out of his mouth. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel him. You could feel the rough palms of his hands digging into your flesh as they held your thighs open, the warm unfamiliar wetness that licked down your stomach, and slowly reaching in between your legs. His tongue was loooong, and dexterous in a way that made you dizzy when you felt it push past your entrance and lick as deep inside of you as it could go. Your moans were muffled under the thighs and ass of Mr. Claus, but your squirming was evident of the pleasure you felt from Krampus’s tendril of a tongue.

“Hey uh…oh fuck, keep doing whatever you’re doing to them…!” Mr. Claus moaned, grinding himself against your face so hard you could feel your neck aching trying to support all of that weight. Mr. Claus reached down, gripping his cock with both hands to jerk himself off, while his ass swayed back and forth against your face, grinding and shaking and thrusting, while Krampus got to work with his tongue exploring every inch it could inside of you. You could feel his tongue curling and shifting and bunching up inside you, moving in ways that felt oh so odd and oh so good all at once.

Eventually, you locked your legs together, even surprising Krampus with how tight you kept a grip on his head, keeping him there to the point where his nose was pressed into your crotch. With him that deep inside you, your hips bucked against his face more and more feverishly, your head buzzing and spinning with pleasure. With how deep you could feel Krampus’s tongue your own tongue seeming much more small and feeble in comparison, even though Mr. Claus was moaning as loudly as you wanted to in this moment.

You could feel Krampus wanting to pull away, he didn’t want you to cum so quickly, but you didn’t allow him. Even though he was way, way stronger than you and could easily pull you off of him, he let you more forcefully keep you there as you came against his face. He easily let you ride out your orgasm on his face, while Mr. Claus let out a sudden gasp, and at that second something very warm and wet hit your chest, staining the top half of your nightgown.

“Can…can you still breathe down there…?” Mr. Claus finally let go of you, and by then most of your body went limp as you tried to catch your breath.

“Oh…I can…I can breathe…” you panted, giving a shaky thumbs up. “H-holy shit…”

“Hey now, you sound like you’re done, we’ve still got some energy left!” This time, Mr. Claus was the one manhandling you. He helped you off the bed, only to grab you and bring you down to your knees, right in front of him. Even though his cock was dripping from his orgasm, it stood back at full mast, erect and twitching with excitement. You opened your mouth up wide, tongue falling out of your mouth in anticipation. Mr. Claus was gentle with you, holding his cock in his hands before with a few slow, careful thrusts filled up your mouth and throat with his cock. It wasn’t long, but it was nice and thick, so you didn’t gag, but your jaw stretched and ached as you bobbed your head up and down against him.

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to relax and listen to Mr. Claus’s deep, shaky moans and gasps, but your eyes immediately shot back open when you felt your entire bottom half lift off the ground. Krampus had grabbed you from behind, a wicked smile on your face as his cock slapped against your back. Oh no, oh that felt massive…

“Ooo wee, looks like it might not fit…” Krampus whistled in surprise. “Ahhh fuck it, I’m sure I can make it fit~”

“Be…oh god…be careful Krampus…” Mr. Claus moaned, gently grabbing a fistful of your hair.

“Oh as if you were careful when you parked your fat fucking ass on them and nearly suffocated this poor little human~!” Krampus purred. “I know they can take it~!” He made sure to have a nice, tight grip on your legs and hips, and your arms tried their darndest to wrap around Mr. Claus, but your grip tightened considerably when, in one fell thrust, Krampus managed to shove every last long, thick, veiny inch into you. The force of his thrust only cause your face to press right up against Mr. Claus, your moans yet again muffled under his weight.

“I told you~! I can make it fit!” Krampus moaned, the force of his thrust every single time forcing you to bump up against Mr. Claus, drooling and gagging on his cock while your lower stomach bulged from the size of Krampus inside of you.

Both men made sure to keep a tight grip on you, completely spitroasting you between the two of them and treating you like a sturdy, durable fleshlight.

“Ohhh I really missed this…!” Mr. Claus moaned. “I missed this so so fuckin much…!” In the heat of things, he leaned in as close as he could to Krampus, grabbing him by one shoulder to pull him in for a kiss. A deep, longing kiss that shocked Krampus just from the sudden force of it. But that seemed to make their hips move faster and harder, any harder and they would crumple you between them. Mr. Claus kept one hand off of you, instead using that to keep Krampus pulled into the kiss. It was almost like during that kiss both men forgot about you down there, and just saw you as the toy they were sharing between them. You could feel your thighs growing slick from each thrust, while drool trickled down your chin and your brain felt scrambled each time Mr. Claus’s hips bucked against your face.

“Fuck…fuck fuck fuck…!” Krampus pulled from the kiss, hips growing more erratic, hungrier, more feverish. Both men were in a pleasured, excited daze, pushing your body past its limits.

“I-I’m gonna cum, sugarplum…just tap me if you wanna pull away, at any time…!” That was a warning from Mr. Claus. Both men were close, very close, and you were ready for both of them to cum at any time, and yet you didn’t stop or urge either of them to stop. Mr. Claus was waiting for your warning, a sign that he needed to pause to let you breathe, but he gasped and cried out in pleasure when a rush of semen filled your throat. Just mere seconds later you heard a loud, guttural roar coming from Krampus, and from both ends, you were absolutely stuffed to the brim. Your throat felt warm, your stomach felt warm, and the rest of your body went completely limp in response.

The room was silent. Once you were let go, all that was audible was the shared heavy breathing from all three of you in the room.

“H- ho ho holy shit…I need a breather…” Mr. Claus finally said.

“Best night I’ve had in years…” Krampus moaned. “Thanks, to both of ya. It ain’t Christmas yet, but this might be the best gift I’ve gotten in forever…” Krampus scooped you up, and you just let him carry you, while you rested in his arms. Mr. Claus smiled and gave your cheek a small pat.

“Come on, let’s get you to take a bath…” he said. “And uh…thank you. I should say it more to you, especially if you’re going to visit us more often.” Earlier you were convinced you were dreaming up this entire thing, but now, now you know better. None of your dreams felt this real, this sweet, this comforting. Somehow you just felt safe, at ease with both men helping take care of you after this.

What a night…

—

And a night you could hardly forget by the time Christmas finally came around. In lieu of being with family, all of your closest friends came to your house for an all day Christmas party, where gifts and meals alike were exchanged.

Your friends had all gathered, just as the afternoon came around, however the doorbell rang again. Huh? You had sworn everyone was here already.

“Coming! Coming!” When you answered the door, what greeted you was a group of men. A group of very familiar, but very human men, all of them were holding gifts and tupperwares of food.

“Merry Christmas y/n!” the very short older man grinned.

“I hope you don’t mind us stopping by!” the pale man with dark roots peeking out from behind his icy blue dyed hair exclaimed.

“Oh? Oh are you friends with y/n?” one of your friends peeked out from behind you, curious about the new guests.

“We’re work friends!” one of the two large, muscular twins grinned, giving a thumbs up, while his darker haired twin started entering the house already.

“Y-yeah! Work friends!” you nervously spat out, letting them inside once one of the twins let himself in.

“I hope we didn’t keep you waiting for too long, pipsqueak!” A tanned skinned, scruffy man chuckled, standing right next to a curly white haired older gentleman. Once everyone else’ back was turned, the white haired older man leaned down to whisper into your ear.

“We took the time out to visit, I hope you don’t mind,” he whispered, before planting a big kiss on your cheek. You didn’t answer, but instead smiled at the group, letting them come in and already get friendly with the rest of your friend group. You probably weren’t going to have many normal Christmas celebrations for the rest of your life, but to be honest? You wouldn’t want it any other way at this point.

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SAVE THE COW

MILK THE MILKMAN.

Pairing: F!Reader x Francis Mosses. (18+)

[ TW ] MINORS DNI 18+

NSFW, Overstimulation, Whimpering, Slight praise kink, Unprotected sex, Riding, Submissive Francis, Dominant Reader, Porn with no Plot, Blowjob, Biting, Kissing/Making out, Aftercare.

A/N: This is my first time writing smut, I apologize if it isn't that good.

"Mmm..."

You coo, caressing Francis's face as you kissed him on the nose. How adorable he was for a man who didn't care much for others, merely focusing on his work instead of interacting with others.

You felt special, considering you were the only one he opened up to, the only one he'd talk to without shying away.

But it was only right.

You let out a ghost of a smile as you continue caressing Francis's cheeks with your hands, kissing his neck lightly as you felt him tremble by your touch. Every touch of your lips on his skin sent him vocally expressing just how truly sensitive he was, gripping onto the fabric of your clothes as Francis threw his head back, face redder than scarlet milk.

Francis breathes out heavily, his hand going behind your head to grip onto your hair as you continue to litter kisses on his neck without end.

"[Name]-"

Poor Francis, barely even able to speak out more than one word before suddenly releasing a high pitched moan, gripping tighter on your hair as he was caught by surprise by the bite you left on his neck.

Francis's entire body trembles, but he doesn't tell you to stop.

You lick your lips, leaning your head up as you took Francis's chin in your hand and made him face towards you.

He looks like a puppy because of his teary expression and red cheeks. You sigh, how adorable can this man get?

You take his lips into yours, slipping your arm behind his waist as you hum in content, kissing him with vigorous passion that you knew would make him struggle to get air after.

Francis whines, trying to kiss you back with the same passion you were giving him but the best he could do was open his mouth and let you take control, leaning back on the bed he was on.

"Francis.." You mutter his name, breaking the kiss as he panted, his lungs fighting to get air after making out with you for a minute straight.

Your fingers cup his cheek and he leans into your touch, staring at you in the eyes while panting quietly. You smile, pushing him on the chest, forcing him to lay down on the bed as you crawl on top of him.

"I'll take good care of you." You whisper into his ear, your hand already unbuckling his belt and zipping down his pants.

"[Name].. please-" Francis mutters something with a rasp tone in his voice, gazing at you with such doe eyes that activates a bottomless pit of hunger, of lust, in you.

You pull down the last barrier that covered his dick, your eyes swirling in lust as it leaked pre-cum, the tip flushing a light flustered pink, sensitive to your touch.

"Relax, I'll make you feel good tonight, okay?" You whisper in a gentle tone, already rubbing his dick up and down with your hand, eager to make him orgasm within 5 minutes.

You wanted to break him, hear him scream out your name when he cums.

He was simply just so adorable.

Your pace increases, and you feel the slightest twitch of Francis's dick in your hand as he suddenly whimpers, moaning out words for you to slow down.

"Wait- Wait- Mmmm.. [Name] please- go slow!-" Francis chokes on his words as you did the complete opposite of what he wanted, throwing his head back, his hips thrusted up to match your pace. His eyes rolling back, as the only thing that came out of his mouth were broken moans.

"Haa.. Ha-" Francis grips onto the sheets, letting out a chorus of "Ah, Ah, Haa~" completely letting you know he felt good.

You exhaled, trying to control yourself as you felt yourself get even more aroused just by listening to how lewd his sounds were.

"Shit, fuck.. you drive me crazy." You groan, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, biting on his skin; pumping even faster.

Faster.

More.

You needed to hear more of him.

"Fuck- Cum for me, Francis." You utter, feeling his dick twitch and convulse at your words. Just a second after, you immediately felt warm and sticky cum dropping on your hand as Francis let out a loud moan of your name.

Your eyes blurred with arousal, wanting to break him more.

"[Name].." Francis whispers out, but you shush him before he could say anything else.

You smile, getting on top of him as you pull down your pants. Rubbing your pussy on the tip of his dick as you used his cum to lubricate your insides.

Francis just stares at you, panting. His hand on your back, but he was mostly curious on what you were doing.

"I can help you.. if you wan-" Francis's eyes widen, letting out a sudden moan that cut off his sentence as he felt his dick enter your warm and wet pussy. He gripped hard on your hips, whining in pleasure as he felt your walls tighten even more around his cock.

Francis wasn't even fully in yet but he already felt like cumming again.

"[Name]. [Name]. [Name]. Fuck- fuck.. you feel so good, sugar.." Francis whines, thrusting his whole length inside of you. Moaning in the process of doing so, almost cumming when he felt your pussy clench so hard on his dick.

You pant, wrapping your hands around Francis's neck. Letting yourself rest for a while before raising your hips and dropping down on his dick.

"I'm gonna milk you dry.. Mr. Milkman."

Francis groans at the name, his dick twitching as he imagined you taking every single drop of his seed, he imagined filling you up to the brim.

You ride on Francis's dick at a fast pace, wet slapping echoing throughout the room as skin met skin.

Francis moans, changing his hold to grip onto your ass, his head burying into your neck while you bounced on his cock.

"Sugar.. you're taking me so well." Francis mutters softly, completely in bliss by how good your pussy felt.

You moan, your pussy clenching at his words. Despite him being the bottom this time, he still had a way of making you feel like you were the one being submissive.

A frustrating feeling grows in your stomach, wanting to show Francis that you were supposed to be the dominant one.

You clenched tighter on his dick, increasing your pace as you made sure he completely felt every inch of his dick get swallowed by your pussy.

Francis mutters something under his breath, completely lost in pleasure as he moaned in ecstasy, cumming in you for the second time.

You pant, continuing to ride Francis even if he already orgasmed, you wanted to show him that you were more than capable enough of giving both you and him pleasure.

"Sugar, wait- agh- haa~ slow down.." Francis tapped on your hip, grunting and moaning as he felt your tightness.

You moaned, leaning backwards as you rode Francis as if he was a mechanical bull for you to conquer.

Just a few seconds after, you feel Francis cum another time, whining and whimpering, begging you to stop.

"A little more.." You say, panting. Ignoring the feeling building up in your stomach as you tried to at least make Francis reach another orgasm before you finish.

"Sugar- God, if you don't stop- Ngh~" Francis's voice crumbles, his tone deep but filled with cracks as it was raspy and tired.

"More.."

You feel yourself almost cumming, and you moan. Throwing your head into Francis's neck as you slammed yourself down on him and bit down on his neck.

Francis pulls on your hair, gasping in surprise as he felt your body shake above him, his cock does the same, twitching and pulsing because of how intense you were clenching down on him.

"You're going to kill me one day, Sugar." Francis mumbles, running his hands through your hair as he grabbed a strand and kissed it.

You whine, still not getting off his cock, your body too tired to even move.

"I just missed you.. you've been gone for so long because of work, and you look like you haven't even gotten enough sleep." You complain, caressing his face as you leaned on his shoulder.

The tips of Francis's lips turn upwards, a soft yet baffled chuckle escaping from his mouth.

"Mmmm.. I didn't realize you missed me that much, you should've told me, Sugar.. I would've come home immediately." Francis places a kiss on your forehead, lifting you off his cock as cum dripped from your pussy to his thighs.

Francis puts two fingers inside your pussy, scooping a load of your cum before putting it in his mouth.

A satisfied expression appears on his face as he swallows, pecking you on the lips before saying something that makes you mumble in embarrassment.

"Much better than milk." Francis laughs out, kissing you on the lips with complete gentleness.

"Now let's get you cleaned up.."

You hum, gripping onto him tightly as he lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom.

Let's just say, you both did much more than just clean yourselves up in the bathroom.

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