Secret santa gift for Wyvern
Shouta Aizawa x Reader
(I do not own Shouta Aizawa/Eraserhead. Horikoshi Kohei does. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move on. This is initally for @thewheezingwyvern but anyone can enjoy this piece).
Tw: sex scene, name calling, roleplay kink, costume kink
Wc: 1,246
It was a dark and stormy Christmas eve. You had curled up on your couch with a hot drink enjoying the lights on your tree. You had closed your eyes for a moment when you heard a tapping at your fire escape window. You turned around to see someone perched on your railing wearing a Santa suit and a mysterious sack slung over his shoulder. You stood up and walked to the window to see who had appeared at your window. You saw the familiar face of your boyfriend, Shouta Aizawa. You unlocked your window and let him inside from the cold downpour of sleet outside.
“Shouta, why did you come over? It’s freezing outside.” You asked him as he set his bag down and you helped him take his drenched coat off and set it near the fireplace. He looked at you with a confused look.
“I’m not Shouta. I know of him though. You might know me as one of Santa’s helpers. Shouta asked me to come and pay you a visit. He told me that you’ve been a very naughty girl.” He told you. You tilted your head and laughed.
“I thought Santa didn’t visit naughty people.” You spoke. The man in front of you chuckled and walked closer to you and tucked a finger under your chin and tilted your head up to look him in the eyes. Your face heated up and your eyes widened.
“Perhaps I’m the person at the North pole that is sent out to visit the naughty girls like you. Shouta told me that you have been a very naughty girl and that you deserve more that just coal in your stocking this year.” He told you. Your face was now red as a beet and you were gripping onto his rather tight shirt.
“Y/n? Are you alright?” He asked as he held you up.
“I’m fine. What is my present, exactly?” You asked him.
“Follow me and you will find out, naughty girl.” He spoke and led you to your bedroom where he guided you to sit on your bed. You pulled him close to you by his belt and he cupped your face with his hands.
“Don’t do that, baby girl. You might not get to unwrap your present.” He spoke as you slid your hands under his shirt and up his chest.
“You really are a bad girl, aren’t you?” He spoke as you stood up to slide his suspenders off his shoulders and pull the shirt up and over his head before kissing him deeply. He bent down and pushed you back gently onto the bed before he climbed on top of you while kissing your neck and leaving bites on your collarbone. He spread your legs out and crawled between them. He laid out between your legs and left bites and kisses up your thighs before stopping and teasing your folds with the heat of his warm breath. You squirmed under his grip.
“I believe you’re going to be better than any milk and cookies that I’ve had in all my years of being Santa for the Naughty list.” He spoke before going down on you and eating you out as if you were the best Christmas dinner he ever had. You let out a string of moans and mewls as you felt him lick at your cunt and suck up the slick juices that you secreted. He kept eating you out until you came on his face. He found a towel and cleaned you up along with wiping off his face. He smiled and looked down at you.
“Do you think you can handle more?” He asked. You nodded and he sat up into a kneeling position. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of the confines of his pants with an audible groan of relief. He leaned forward and braced his arms above your head.
“Are you ready for your present to be dropped in your stocking?” He spoke into your ear. You moaned out and shuddered before he slid his cock into you and adjusting to the tightness of your hole. He began to thrusting into you and groaning in your ear. You moaned and arched your back to press up against him. He slid an arm under your back and pulled one of your legs up over his shoulder so he could penetrate deeper into your womb.
You moaned out in pleasure and he kissed you as a reward.
“I’m close, Kitten.” He told you as he built you up to your climax and released the white ropes of his seed into you and pulling out. He cleaned the both of you up before laying next to you and cuddling you close.
“I can’t stay for long. I have other Naughty girls to visit tonight. Just get some good rest,Y/n.” He told you before kissing your forehead. You fell asleep almost instantly in his arms.
You woke up on Christmas morning to see you boyfriend gazing down at you with a soft smile on his face.
“Merry Christmas, kitten. Did you have a good night last night?” He asked. You stretched and woke up before you recalled the events of the previous evening. Your eyes widened and a blush crept over your cheeks.
“Last night was…Eventful.” You told him.
“I bet. I did ask for a friend of mine to come visit you.” He told you. Your head whipped around to face him with wide eyes.
“You asked for a version of Santa that looks exactly at you, to come visit me in the dead of night, and give me a gift via fucking me?” You asked him.
“Yeah. I did dress up as Santa last night for an orphanage and I came home right after.” He spoke.
“Was I awake or asleep in bed with someone next to me?”
“I think you were awake when I came home. I vaguely remember pounding into you before I went to go take a shower then I crawled in next to you. Must’ve been some kind of Christmas spirit that came over me.” He told you.
“Oh? That’s kinda silly. Let’s go see what’s under the tree.” You suggested, slid out of bed and wrapped your bathrobe around your body. Shouta followed you and peeked outside the bedroom door.
“Looks like Santa did come. There’s a few presents, Honey.” He spoke and held your hand. You walked into the living room and looked at the tree.
“Did you bring them in?” You asked him.
“I didn’t. Maybe you did prove to Santa that you were a good girl this year.” He spoke as he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek. You turned back to him and smiled.
“I knew it! you were the special Santa that came last night.”
“I know I came. I came in you, Kitten.” He told you. Your face heated up as you walked over to him to peck his cheek before going to the fireplace to retrieve the stockings and sitting down on the floor to open them up. Shouta sat across from you and the both of you shared the lovely Christmas morning together.
The End.
