Day 21: Santa Baby: reader has decided to dress as Mrs. Claus for a little more “adult” Christmas fun. Oh boy!
Fandom: Five Nights At Freddy's
Character: Mike Schmidt
Naughty or nice
Warnings: P in V
A/n: annd this should have beeb posted night
Mike felt like he never got a break, he just wanted one moment alone with you his wife.So when your sister offered to babysit Abby he nearly jumped at the chance though he was not expecting this. His jaw dropping seeing you in the skimpy little outfit.
Mike blinked, his tired eyes widening as he took in your outfit more. He let out a low whistle, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Well, well, well, look at you, Miss Claus," he said, his voice husky with desire. "I must admit, you look absolutely stunning. Festive fun sounds like a fantastic idea."
He leaned in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips. "I've been so focused on work lately, but right now, all I want is to give you my undivided attention," he whispered against her lips, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "Tell me love, what kind of festive fun did you have in mind?"
Grinning, you stood on your toes as you let your lips slowly glide down his jawline. "How about you surprise me?"
Mike's breath hitched as your lips trailed along his jawline. He let out a low growl of desire, his hands gripping your waist tighter. "Hmm, well then," he murmured, his voice dripping with anticipation. "I have an idea."
He gently took your hand and led you towards the living room, where a cozy fire was crackling in the fireplace. He reached for a small box on the mantel, opening it to reveal a set of mistletoe. "How about we start with a little holiday tradition?" he suggested with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Mike held the mistletoe above their heads, his lips hovering just inches from yours. "Under the mistletoe, we share a special kiss," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of playfulness and desire. "And the longer we stay under it, the more intense that kiss becomes."
With a devilish grin, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, passionate kiss, his tongue gently teasing you. As you both stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the heat of the fire warming your bodies, Mike made sure to give you all the attention you deserved.
A small whine escaped your lips as you arched into his touch as you felt his hand slip under the silk of the skirt as your fingers ran through his hair his desire for you growing with each passing moment as he broke the kiss.
A low growl rumbles in his chest as he leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches away from yours. "Oh, darling, I think it's time to find out just how naughty you've been," he murmurs huskily, his voice laced with a hint of dominance.
With a swift motion, Mike's hands find their way to your waist, his fingers gripping firmly as he pulls you closer. The fabric of his clothes brushes against your skin as he leans in to capture your lips in a hungry, passionate kiss.
His tongue dances with yours, exploring every crevice of your mouth as his hands begin to roam, tracing the curves of your body. A low groan escapes his lips as he feels the heat between your bodies, the anticipation building.
Mike's hands slide up your sides, his touch firm and possessive, as he breaks the kiss to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. His teeth graze against your skin, leaving a trail of desire in their wake.
Pressing his lips against your ear, he whispers in a low, sultry voice, "You've been a very, very naughty girl, my love. And now, it's time to make you pay for it."
You shivered with anticipation as your body arched under his touch. "Mike, please." You needed this, you need him, needed to feel him, all of him.
A predatory glint flickers in Mike's eyes as he senses your need, your desire pouring off you in waves. He relishes in the power he holds over you, the way you surrender to his touch, and he's more than ready to give you exactly what you're begging for.
With a swift motion, Mike's hands slide down to your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh as he lifts you up, carrying you effortlessly to the nearby bedroom. He lays you down on the soft sheets, his gaze burning with intensity as he slowly begins to undress, his eyes never leaving yours.
Every movement is deliberate and calculated, his muscles flexing with each motion. As he stands before you, fully exposed, his desire evident, he crawls onto the bed, positioning himself above you.
Leaning down, his lips meet yours in a searing kiss, his hands roaming your body with a possessive hunger. He explores every inch of your skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.
His touch becomes more demanding, more urgent, as he trails his lips down your neck, biting and sucking at your sensitive flesh. His hands grip your hips with bruising force, his control evident as he positions himself at your entrance.
With a single thrust, he fills you completely, a low groan escaping his lips as he relishes in the sensation. His movements are primal, powerful, as he sets a rhythm that drives you both to the edge of pleasure.
Each thrust is met with a gasp, a moan, as the room fills with the intoxicating sound of your shared desire. Marc loses himself in the moment, in the feel of your body beneath him, as he brings you to the brink of ecstasy again and again.
In the heat of passion, his whispers become a mix of adoration and dominance, fueling the fire between you. "You're mine. All mine," he growls, his voice dripping with possessiveness.
As your bodies entwine in a frenzy of pleasure, the world outside ceases to exist. It's just the two of you, consumed by the raw intensity of your connection, as you surrender to the ecstasy that only he can provide.
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