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Santa x elf reader (and slight reader x Mrs Klaus)

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TW: smut, creampies, spanking, strap ons, mention of vibrators, technically free use

wc:2.7k

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hi!! this is my first post, hope u like it ;) !!

Summary: Santa had never seen you around before, too content with picking his elves randomly, as they so sweetly offer their services to him, till his dear wife shows him you, and then he can’t keep his hands of. The married couple can’t help but adore your sweet cunt. 🤍

Nestled far away–somewhere in the warm embrace of the north pole is you. Carefully placed in the heart of Santa’s toy shop, his favourite elf.

As of present, you have a cute little outfit on, red and white criss-cross stockings up to your thighs, little bells dangling off your sensitive nipples; and a cute candy-cane themed plug shoved up your pert ass. You are bent over his workshop table, having scattered toys all over the place, from welcoming Santa back from a long tiresome day of training the reindeers.

Once, he had made you recite all of their names to him–in order of course–and for every wrong answer he had spanked you long and hard; jostling the vibrator he had shoved up your pliant cunt. You remember the time fondly, your elven instincts kicking in to reward you for your efforts on pleasing Santa, while your pussy gives a content squeeze, tightening around Santa’s bulbous cock even more.

Behind you, he lets out a grunt of pleasure, rocking into you even quicker.

His thick and calloused hands grope your breasts, tweaking the piercings with clumsy, rushed need. You don’t mind though; the slightly painful sensation making the pleasure in your cunt even more potent.

From the moment he’d stepped into the office, the sight of you had completely disarmed him. His sweet submissive elf, bent over and signing his name onto documents; with little clothing hiding your glistening cunt. He, even though you’d been with him in his office for months now, had been shocked.

So, he had launched into action, pouncing on you like a wild beast.

Before you’d even had time to recognize the heavy footsteps of him, he had pinned you over the desk, and spread your stocking covered legs. Your pussy, had been bare, as mandated, and his fingers had glossed over your plug, lightly pressing into it, before hastily undoing his suit to shove his cock into your slick pussy.

Before so, he had swiftly brushed his thick index finger into your tight inner walls, a smile ghosting over the sensation of being eagerly sucked in. That’s what he liked about his elves, no matter what he did– they remained brilliantly tight, and wonderfully compliant.

You’d responded with a moan, welcoming him with a pleased smile.

“Oh baby, you’ve been waiting all day...hmmmm…?”

His voice is low, as he masks the desperation thrumming through his bones. The need to be in you, to sink into your tight cunt, is overpowering all other logic. He leans in, hot breath trailing over the sensitive skin of your neck. It lingers over some of your previous love bites, before his tongue darts out to like the bruised areas, the coarse bristles of his beard causing goosebumps to erupt along the skin there.

You jolt, but with little success as his heavy body keeps you carefully in place.

You had yielded to him quickly, the feeling of his thick bulbous tip bullying its way in your tight inner walls, surrounding your senses too much. So much, in fact, that your response to his question had been reduced to a mere groan of words. The thick intrusion is too much to ignore, and your voice becomes hoarse with moans and whines very quickly.

The sweet bells on the hat perched on your head, and the ones on your nipples ring with every loud slap against your hips, echoing the plap of Santa’s heavy balls smacking against the soft, slick skin of the back of your thighs. Your incredibly short red skirt, now flipped up, is doing little to hide your flushed cheeks, the fabric ruined by the cum accumulated through your exuberant coupling.

Distantly, in between the heavy waves of pleasure, you recall the bra that had come with your issued uniform, as it had been rather nice, actually. But as soon as Santa had seen it, he had ripped it off with an uncontrolled frenzy. You could just about make out its tattered remains near the crackling fire, but your brain, thick under the haze of Santa’s frenzied thrust, had little need to make it out.

You, within all aspects, are an exemplary elf for Santa; quickly recognised as a quick worker, an obedient little thing. To begin with, you had just worked on the conveyor belts, assembling toys with nimble fingers, and living life with little disturbance to your work.

Of course, like all the other elves, you had been overjoyed to serve Santa, and had always presented yourself for him to take at any time; cunt always eagerly on display, body postured in such a way to make any penetration easy. Around you, your peers did the same, all of them sat in positions that allowed easy access for Santa and his wife.

He hadn’t had much interest in you, not to begin with, but his wife had. You had been one of her favourites when she came to visit, her fingers lazily gripping onto your breasts and her thick, specially requested strap sinking into your cunt with ease, pulling and kneading at your soft skin.

Mrs Klaus had a soft spot for you, and it was definitely something to do with the way you gripped onto her and cried from pleasure when she would ram into you, as tight as a python.

One day you had even squirted over her reindeer themed strap, which was an experience that pleased her to no ends. She also happened to love the way you suckled her cunt till she came, and therefore she loved giving you back many orgasms.

After a while, she had begun to think of you as rather cute. So cute in fact, she had personally recommended you to Santa himself. He had brushed away the mention of you at first, finding the randomness; the sporadic nature of what elves he chose to fuck pleasing.

He wasn’t a creature of habit–unlike Mrs Klaus, who very quickly developed routines. But he thought he’d give you a go, just to see.

And Mrs Klaus, indeed, had been correct.

He’d approached you easily, finding joy in the way your pupils blew with poorly disguised excitement. You had pretended to not notice, but had immediately eased into his hold as he had sunk behind your seat on the conveyor belt. His fingers had led the way, trailing over your ass with curiosity, before touching your exposed outer folds with a careful precision.

To his delight, you had squirmed, tiny mewls escaping your mouth.

He had laughed then, silently, enamoured in the way you attempted to hide your enjoyment. He had then ducked down, taking his mouth to your wanton cunt, but, to his horror, at the sight of it, he had started to drool, practically dripping with lust.

He had sealed his lips over your pussy, tonguing your slit with powerful licks. Then grabbing your legs, and pulling them to rest on his shoulders, pulling your crotch closer to his face, giving broad strokes over your fluttering clit, leaving your hands to grasp onto your worktop’s smooth surface.

He had then, to everybody's surprise, picked you from your seat by the conveyor and shoved you up against the wall, loudly slurping up your cunt’s juices. His strong hands had kept you in place, keeping your back securely up against the wall.

He had fucked you with his tongue for what felt like hours, only ceasing once your legs had begun to twitch from the overstimulation. He had sighed, before shifting positions till your legs were instead around his waist, staining his red suit where his clothed erection was.

Santa’s mouth had met you with a feverish need, shoving his tongue stained with your juices into your pliant mouth. You couldn't help but moan; his powerful dominance reawakened the desire flooding into your stomach, even though you had been wrung dry from the countless orgasms he’d already given you. The coarse feeling of his beard rubbing against your face and the tender flesh around your inner thighs, also elicited your attraction to grow.

From then, he hadn’t been able to get enough. You'd responded with a moan, welcoming him with a pleased smile.

Sometimes you mused it was true that Santa was very generous.

He couldn’t seem to stop pleasuring you, no matter what he wanted. It seemed as though each time he made you cum on his face, it made him more desperate.

Suspiciously, your station had gotten closer and closer to his office, and each day he’d take time to lap on your cunt like an over excited animal; probing his fingers and tongue alongside one another, further into your tight hole every day.

But he still hadn’t fucked you.

He was certainly aware his wife had, and was still doing. It filled you with an apprehension, but was something you were getting less and less patient for. You’d even come to beg for his cock, in between those tense moments–right before you would cum. It became a mantra in your mind, the need to have it inside of you.

But he’d only smile, nursing you through your releases. You could always see his cock, its thick shape hidden behind cloth; an attention sucking thing. Sometimes you’d even usually paw the air for it while Santa’s hands curled inside of you, eyes thick and glistening with the want for something bigger.

Cruelly, after a couple months of this new arrangement; he’d even told Mrs Klaus to stop fucking you with her strap, only allowing mouths or fingers to penetrate you. It had got worse as he’d brought you closer to his office, bringing you nearer to the only thing he wasn’t allowing you.

You’d sit in the chair next to his, pelvis postured towards him, but never receiving his cock. He’d take his time with toys, the special unreleased ones from the adult toy catalogues, bringing you to his heel over and over while the fire in his office roared.

And then, after about a month of delicious, earthbending orgasms, he’d finally thought he would let you touch it.

Your mouth had fallen open at the sound of the zipper being undone, hanging off as though a hinge had broken, at the sight of his dick. There were no words to describe your infatuation with Santa’s cock, and he had evidently made you terribly hungry for it.

And it was then, Santa had seen the desperation take root.

From there something had snapped inside of him, and he had finally, properly fucked you.

He hadn’t even allowed you to touch his cock, instead immediately bending you over his desk, and rocking into you almost immediately. After that, well, it was a torrential storm. From the moment he had sunk into your tight cunt, he had forgotten all his earlier admonishes of randomness.

There was now routine, and it was you.

The other elves adapted too, begrudgingly accepting you as the elf who took most of Santa’s attention, but eventually even they grew accustomed to it. Mrs Klaus was happy with the change too, as not a day went by where she couldn't witness her husband plowing into your sweet cunt.

The slick and wet sounds of yours and Santa’s coupling grew synonymous with the sound of the daily going on of the elves, although you spent less and less time making toys. Instead, you began to do some of Santa’s administrative work, staying where you could be easily accessed.

You didn’t mind, fully throwing yourself into the opportunity to please Santa to the utmost.

His office had become your home, and you could now recongise it from any angle, thanks to Santa’s burgeoning obsession with fucking you in every position possible.

Gone was the way you would have presented yourself at your old station, with your ass to the ceiling and your face to the front. Now, Santa made it clear that he liked you to face him, and he liked to hear you.

His favourite position did remain the mating press, where he could easily see your lost expression where he drummed into you easily. Where he could pin your legs to your breasts, keeping you securely under him. It made you feel safe, and it really really turned you on.

Your cunt would become a gushing mess around his cock, its thickness spearing your tight walls, the ridges of it rubbing deliciously against those perfect areas. The wet slap, slap noises would echo in the space, embarrassing you to no end.

But Santa didn’t care, in anything, the lewd noises made him quicker.

Over time, you had developed a dynamic, Santa would toy with you during the day, and he pleased you accordingly. He was a ravenous beast, well, still is.

You just had something else the other elves didn’t, as both him and his wife seemed to be enamoured by you and your sweet pussy.

You're shaken out of your thoughts a loud plop! as Santa pulls out of you, after cumming what seems to be reems and reems into your tight cunt

His cock begrudgingly slips out, exiting the warm environment of your cunt. Santa’s heavy sighs accompany it, his fingers lingering over your breasts. He gives them a rough squeeze, before reaching down and slapping your pussy lightly, which causes you to jolt.

You turn and face him, eyes searching him for a response.

You begin to speak, but he stops you, slumping into his chair and pulling you on top of his lap. Your red skirt flutters down gracefully as you land, but Santa’s eyes narrow in annoyance. He reaches down and rips it off you, leaving you completely exposed.

You smile, entertained by his petulance, a laugh escaping, as the bells ring melodically.

“Mhmm baby… my favourite elf…” He murmurs, tweaking your pert nipples with his heavy fingers, pleased at the mewls escaping you and the sounds of the bells ringing.

Beneath you, his cock rises, pushing up against your pillowly thighs. He breathes deeply, before thrusting his hips to part your legs so his cock slides right back into you. Your velvety walls envelop him, allowing his huge cock to be embraced yet again.

Once seated, he begins to piston his pelvis up, slamming up into you with little force. It’s still remarkable how wet you are, the cum from your last round aiding the sloshy feeling. If it were even possible, your walls tighten even more, slick with arousal.

Santa bucks even faster, the feeling urging him to be quicker, to go faster. Your poor cunt is practically bullied, the massive length buried deep inside of you.

You mewl on his lap, squirming around, the wet and sloppy noises making you feel embarrassed.

To still you, he slaps your ass a few times, pressing into the plug so it presses even more into your tight ass. You yelp at the feeling, your poor rosebud not yet accustomed to such a size.

Santa slows from there, allowing his thrust to be slow and methodical, admiring the creamy mess you make on his lap. Each slap jiggles your entire body, allowing him to watch the ways your breasts bounce.

Eventually, you reach the precipice, and your moans and whimpers slow down till you're an incoherent mess, only begging for a release.

Santa laughs at that, and reaches down to tweak your clit.

You cry out, tears flowing unabashedly as he fucks into you, legs wideing even more to allow as much depth as possible.

“Cum, baby…”

You do as he says, release flooding onto his cock till he himself erupts into your tight cavern, his seed painting your internal walls. His cock remains there till it softens, before he pulls out and reaches slowly for a tissue.

He wipes down your sensitive outer folds carefully, murmuring praise, before pulling you into his chest. He continues to stroke your body, and your sore cunt till you recover.

The sounds of the other elves fill your ears, and you turn and give Santa a smile, burrowing into his chest. He too, looks down at you with an adoration that borders on infatuation, feeling finally satiated from the day.

Then, Mrs Klaus appears, bearing cookies and tall glasses of milk.

She approaches and smiles, staring down at your sleepy, exposed form. She shares a silent exchange with Santa, and both of them wordlessly share a promise.

To never, ever let you go.