THE TINY NAUGHTY ELF 𓆰❦꫶ུ⃛𓆪
Pairings// femreader! x enhypen!heeseung
Synopsis// On Christmas Eve, Santa Heeseung’s bratty little elf ends up on the naughty list after sending him daily teasing selfies in her skimpy lingerie, begging to know if she’s been “nice.”
Tags// p in v , power play, degrading, hee mean dom/ femsub, roleplay, anal + oral , reader squirts , spanking, heavy make out, slut-shaming , rough sex, and spitting
It’s late on Christmas Eve, the house all warm and still.
Heeseung is lounging on the big couch in his red Santa robe, loosely tied, looking comfy but with that sharp, playful glint in his eyes.
You’re kneeling in front of him on the fluffy rug, wearing the cutest little elf outfit:
tiny green and red dress with white fur trim that barely covers anything, candy-cane striped thigh-highs, pointy elf ears, and little silver bells on your wrists that jingle when you move.
A thin red ribbon is tied around your neck like a collar, the end resting in his hand.
He tugs the ribbon softly. “Come here, baby.”
You crawl forward on your knees until you’re right between his legs, looking up at him with big eyes.
Heeseung smiles down at you, sweet but a little mean. “My pretty little elf,” he says, voice low and warm. “You’ve been such a naughty girl this year, haven’t you, sweetheart?”
He wraps the ribbon a little tighter around his fingers, pulling you closer.
“Sending me all those teasing pictures every day. Little dresses, no panties, begging to know if you’re on the nice list.” He brushes your cheek with his thumb.
“You knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you, hm?”
“I’m sorry,” you whisper.
He chuckles softly. “Oh, baby. Naughty elves don’t just say sorry. They get punished.”
He pats his thigh. “Over my lap, bad girl. Let Santa fix that attitude.”
You carefully lay yourself across his strong legs, dress riding up, bells jingling as you settle with your bottom up for him.
His warm hand rests on your lower back, holding you gently in place.
“Count for me, angel,” he murmurs. “And say thank you like a good little elf.”
The first spank is firm but not too hard, a warm sting that makes you gasp.
“One… thank you, Santa.”
Another, right on the same spot. “Mm, good girl.”
He keeps going slow and steady, each one making your skin tingle, your body wiggle just a little.
Every time you squirm, he rubs the spot softly before the next.
“Look at you,” he says, voice teasing. “Getting all warm and pink already. My silly little elf loves her punishment, doesn’t she?”
You whimper and nod into the couch.
He flips up the back of your dress, finding you already wet. He circles slowly once, twice, then stops. “Not yet, baby. Bad girls wait.”
He teases you like that forever, touching just enough to make you tremble, then pulling away.
“fuck…these red panties?” he hissed, hooking a finger under the fabric and yanking it aside roughly so it digs into your skin. “Trying to look cute for me? What a desperate little slut, hm ?”
Without warning, he spits on your exposed hole, then pushes one finger deep into your ass in a single slow thrust.
You gasp loud, body jerking, bells jingling as you moan into the couch.
“Oh fuck—“
Heeseung chuckles darkly, pumping his finger in and out steadily. “Listen to you—moaning like a filthy slut the second I touch your greedy little ass. You love this, don’t you? Love being used like a dirty toy.”
He adds a second finger fast, stretching you, curling them just right while his other hand comes down in a hard spank on your cheek.
“Count the spanks now, dumb girl,” he growls. “And don’t you dare stop moaning for me.”
The spanking starts again—sharp, stinging smacks mixed with the deep thrust of his fingers in your ass. Every slap makes you clench around him, every moan earning another cruel laugh.
“So fucking pathetic,” he mutters, twisting his fingers deeper. “My naughty elf can’t even take a punishment without begging to be filled.”
He starts fingering you fast and hard, curling and scissoring roughly, stretching you open while you gasp and moan loud into the couch.
“Fuck—hee—oh god—” you whimper, voice high and broken, hips jerking with every thrust of his fingers.
“Listen to you,” he growls, pumping faster, deeper.
“Moaning like a cheap little toy the second I fill your greedy ass. So fucking noisy already.”
You can’t stop the sounds spilling out—sharp.
“Ah-Ah-Ah!”
He drives his fingers in, only hearing your moans and the wet slid of his fingers.
“please—please—” you say breathlessly.
“Fuck yeah, moan like that, baby,” he growls, pounding deeper.
“Let me hear what a dirty little elf slut you are. This tight ass is swallowing my fingers like it’s starving for cock.”
“Nngh—please—fuck—it’s too much—” you gasp, drool slipping from your lip as the wet sounds fill the room.
“Too much?” He laughs darkly, adding a third finger in one brutal push.
“Your greedy hole is clenching like she wants more, you lying whore. Listen to how fucking wet you are back here—dripping down my hand like a desperate slut.”
Your whole body is trembling over his lap, bells jingling with every shaky breath, ass clenching desperately around nothing.
Heeseung suddenly yanks his three fingers out of you in one slick, filthy pull.
The wet pop fills in the quiet room.
You gasped loudly and broken,” Haa—ahh!”
your hips jerking back instinctively, chasing the stretch that’s suddenly gone.
Your hole flutters visibly, gaping for a second before closing, shiny and wrecked.
Heeseung laughs, dark and cruel, spreading your cheeks wider with one hand so he can watch.
“Look at that greedy little shithole,” he sneers, voice dripping with mockery.
“Winking at me like a desperate fucking whore. You’re literally gasping for it, baby—mouth and ass both begging to be stuffed again.”
Heeseung suddenly grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks you upright, forcing you off his lap.
You stumble onto your knees in front of him, gasping, face flushed and tear-streaked, lips swollen from biting them.
He towers over you for a second, eyes black with lust, then grips your chin hard, tilting your face up so you have no choice but to look straight at him.
“Eyes on me, dirty girl,” he growls. “I want to see that pretty, broken face while I taste how nasty your ass is on my fingers.”
Before you can even whimper, he crashes his mouth onto yours—rough, punishing, no gentleness at all.
His tongue forces its way in, claiming every inch, while his other hand (the one still dripping from your hole) comes up between you.
He shoves two slick fingers past both of your lips, pressing them deep onto your tongue at the same time his mouth devours yours.
You moan into the kiss, muffled and desperate, tasting yourself—musky, dirty, lewd—while he shares it with you in the sloppiest, filthiest kiss imaginable.
Spit and slick mix, dripping down your chin as he sucks on your tongue, then pushes his fingers deeper, making you gag softly.
Between messy, open-mouthed kisses he pulls back just enough to whisper right against your swollen lips, voice low and vicious.
“That’s the taste of your greedy little shithole, baby,” he murmurs, thrusting his fingers in and out of your mouth in time with his tongue.
“You’re sucking it off me like the cumslut you are. Bet you’d lick my cock clean after I fuck that ass raw, wouldn’t you?”
You whine around his fingers, nodding frantically, tears spilling as you try to kiss him harder.
He smirks into the next brutal kiss, biting your bottom lip hard enough to sting.
“Such a nasty fucking elf,” he whispers, saliva stringing between your mouths when he pulls back an inch.
“Getting off on tasting your own ass while Santa tongue-fucks your mouth. I should make you clean every finger after I ruin both your holes tonight, yeah?”
He pulls his soaked fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting them to your tongue for a second before breaking.
“Open,” he orders, voice low and filthy, no room for disobedience.
You obey instantly—mouth falling wide open, tongue out flat like the obedient slut he’s turned you into, soft whimper escaping as you wait.
Heeseung leans in close, eyes dark and predatory, and a thick coat of spit flew right onto your waiting tongue.
It lands hot and heavy, pooling in the middle before sliding toward the back of your throat.
You moan weakly at the taste of him mixed with everything else, thighs clenching together as fresh heat floods your aching pussy.
He watches it settle with a cruel smirk, thumb smearing the spit across your bottom lip and pushing it deeper into your mouth.
“Swallow it, you disgusting little elf,” he murmurs against your lips, breath hot.
“Swallow Santa’s spit like the nasty dirty whore you are. That’s all your mouth is good for tonight—taking whatever filthy thing I decide to give it.”
He looks down at you like he owns every inch of you (because right now, he does).
With his free hand, he reaches down and unbuckles his black belt slowly, the metal clinking loud.
The zipper comes next, dragged down slowly, making you whimper just from the sound.
He shoves his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock—thick, hard, already leaking at the tip.
It slaps heavy against his lower stomach before he fists the base, angling it toward your waiting mouth.
“Look at this mess you made,” he sneers, stroking himself once, smearing precum over the head.
“Santa’s dick throbbing because his filthy little elf couldn’t stop acting like a desperate cumslut all month.”
He tightens his grip in your hair, yanking you forward until the tip brushes your spit-slick lips.
“Open wider, baby,” he growls. “You’re gonna choke on every inch until you learn what that greedy mouth is really for.”
You part your lips obediently, tongue out, and he doesn’t wait—he thrusts in deep on the first push, filling your mouth completely.
You gag instantly, eyes watering as he hits the back of your throat.
“That’s it,” he groans, voice rough and filthy. “Gag on it like the cock-hungry whore you are. This is the only present you’re getting tonight—Santa’s fat dick down your slutty throat.”
He starts fucking your face slow at first, letting you feel every vein, every throb, before picking up speed.
Both hands grip your head now, using your mouth like a toy, forcing you down until your nose presses against his pelvis.
Heeseung leans back against the couch cushions, propping himself up on one elbow so he can watch you properly.
His robe falls open wider, chest rising and falling fast,.
His other hand stays fisted tight in your hair, guiding your head with rough, steady pulls—forcing you down deeper, then dragging you back up just to slam you down again.
The wet, messy sounds of your mouth fill the room, mixing with the soft jingle of your bells every time he uses your throat.
He thrusts up into your mouth lazily at first, matching your rhythm, eyes half-lidded and dark as he stares down at the sight of you choking on him.
Then you take him extra deep on your own—nose pressing against his skin, throat fluttering around his cock—and it breaks him.
His mouth falls open, “Fuuuck—” he said lowly deeply groaning.
his head drops back hard against the couch. Neck arched, Adam’s apple bobbing, he groans long and filthy, hips jerking up involuntarily to chase the heat of your throat.
“Shit—just like that, you greedy little cocksleeve,” he pants, voice wrecked, fingers tightening painfully in your hair.
“Swallow Santa’s dick like the nasty throat-slut you were made to be—fuck, you’re gonna make me blow down this pretty mouth if you keep sucking like that.”
He forces your head down again, holding you there until fresh tears spill, then lets you up just enough to breathe before guiding you right back down.
He bites down hard on his bottom lip, teeth sinking in as he watches you choke on his cock, a wicked little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Hm?” he hums, voice rough and mocking, the sound vibrating through his chest.
He pulls you off his dick just enough for you to gasp for air, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening tip.
“Look at you,” he rasps, biting his lip again as his gaze rakes over your flushed, tear-streaked face.
“Messy little elf throat stuffed full of Santa’s cock and you’re still trying to breathe through it like a greedy whore. Hm? You want more already?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer—just shoves you back down hard, groaning again as your throat flutters around him.
“Fuck—keep sucking like that, baby,” he mutters through clenched teeth, lip still caught between them.
“Make those pretty gagging sounds for me. Santa’s gonna paint this slutty throat white if you don’t stop being so fucking perfect.”
Heeseung’s hips roll up one more time, slow and deep, forcing his cock all the way down your throat until your lips are stretched tight around the base.
You choke out a wet, muffled moan, tears spilling freely now, bells jingling helplessly.
His head is still tilted back, bottom lip caught hard between his teeth, but the groans keep coming, low, filthy, rolling out of him like he can’t hold them in anymore.
“Fuuuck… fuck, baby—” he rasps, voice thick and broken.
Another deep groan vibrates through his chest. “This throat’s too fucking good… gonna make Santa come too soon if you keep milking me like that…”
His abs tense under the open robe, thighs flexing as he fights to stay in control.
One more slow thrust, then another low, drawn-out groan rips from him—“Nngh—shit—”
Suddenly his hand tightens in your hair and he yanks you off his cock with a rough pull.
You come off with a loud, lewd gasp, strings of thick spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening tip, drool running down your chin and dripping onto your chest.
You’re panting hard, coughing, eyes watery and desperate as you look up at him, mouth still open, tongue out like you’re begging for it back.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, voice hoarse. He strokes himself once, slow and teasing, spreading your spit over the length.
“Look at this mess you made. Throat so greedy it almost swallowed my whole load already.”
“On your back. Now.” he demanded.
Before you can even move, he grabs you by the waist and manhandles you onto the couch, flipping you roughly onto your back.
You land with a soft gasp, bells jingling wildly.
Heeseung looms over you, knees forcing your thighs apart as he spreads your legs wide.
The cool air hits your soaked core.
You whimper, trying to close them on instinct, but he pins your knees down hard with his strong hands.
“Keep them open, slut,” he growls. “Santa wants to see what a desperate mess his naughty elf made of herself.”
His dark gaze drops between your legs, and he hooks one rough finger into the thin strip of red fabric covering your pussy.
He yanks it aside roughly .
The lace snaps against your skin before settling crooked, fully exposing your dripping folds to him.
“Fuck, look at this greedy little cunt,” he rasps, spreading you wider with his thumbs, opening you up completely.
“Soaked through the suit, dripping down your thighs like a cock-starved whore. You’ve been dying for this all month, haven’t you? Sending me those pictures just so I’d finally wreck this pretty hole.”
You moan, hips twitching up toward him, needy and shameless.
He slaps your inner thigh sharply, making you yelp. “Stay still.”
Heeseung doesn’t waste a second.
The moment the thin strip of your elf suit is yanked aside, he drops down, shoving your thighs even wider.
His hot mouth crashes onto your soaked pussy—no teasing licks, no gentle kisses, just straight in, tongue flat and rough as he starts devouring you like he’s starving.
The first long, filthy slurp drags from your entrance all the way up to your clit, loud and obscene in the quiet room.
“Ah—! Haa—Hee—!” you cry out, back arching off the couch instantly.
He growls against you, the vibration making you jolt, and then he goes merciless—sucking hard on your clit, tongue flicking fast, head shaking side to side like he’s trying to bury himself deeper.
His hands grip your thighs bruisingly tight, holding you open as he eats you out with no restraint, slurping noisily, humming low and dirty against your folds.
The sounds are filthy: wet sucks, messy licks, his low humming vibrating right through your core.
“Mmm—fuck—” he growls into you, the vibration making you shake harder.
Your legs tremble violently in his grip, heels digging into the couch as he shakes his head side to side, burying his face deeper, nose grinding against your clit while his tongue spears inside you over and over.
You can’t form words anymore. It’s too much, too good.
“AH—! HAA—! N-NGH—! MM—MMMH—!”
You try to talk, try to beg like you always do, but every time you open your mouth only broken, desperate noises come out.
“S-Sant—ahh! Haa—! Plea—nnghh—!”
Your voice cracks on his name, turning into a high-pitched squeal as he sucks your clit hard.
“I—c-can’t—ah! ah! ah!—f-fuck—!”
The words dissolve into mindless sobs, hips jerking helplessly against his face.
You grab fistfuls of his hair, trying again. “Hee—S-Santa—! I’m—g-gonna—hnnngh—!”
Tears stream down your temples as you thrash, trying one more time, voice absolutely shattered.
Every attempted word breaks apart into loud, trembling moans and gasps, your brain completely melted from how good he’s eating you.
“I-I c-can’t—“
He hears the fractured begging and finally pulls back just a fraction.
Strings of your slick connect his mouth to your swollen folds, glistening.
His chin is drenched, eyes wild and dark as he looks up at you from between your spread legs.
A cruel, breathless smirk curls his soaked lips.
“Can’t what, baby?” he rasps, voice low and mocking, hot breath teasing your throbbing clit.
“Can’t talk? Can’t think? Can’t hold back that messy little orgasm you’re dying to squirt all over Santa’s face?”
“Look at you,” he murmurs, licking his lips slow and filthy, savoring your taste.
“Trying so hard to beg like a good girl, but all that comes out is this pathetic, whiny babbling.”
“ My naughty elf’s brain is completely fucked out, huh? Nothing left but a drooling, shaking little slut who can’t even string two words together.”
He dives back in for one hard, deliberate suck—SLURP—before pulling off again, leaving you gasping and grinding air.
“I’m cumming…..” you breathed out.
“Not yet,” he says, voice low and commanding. “Greedy little elves don’t get to come until Santa says so.”
Before you can beg, he sits up on his knees between your spread legs, fisting his throbbing cock.
It’s rock-hard, dripping precum, veins standing out from how long you’ve been teasing him.
He lines up in one smooth motion and slams inside you with no warning, no slow stretch—just one brutal thrust that fills you completely.
Your back arches clean off the couch, a loud, broken moan tearing out of your throat.
“AAAAHHH—! FUCK—!”
Your body arches, head thrown back, bells jingling wildly as your walls clench hard around his thick length.
The sudden fullness after all the teasing is overwhelming; your legs shake uncontrollably, nails digging into the cushions.
Heeseung groans deep, hands gripping your hips to pin you down as he stays buried balls-deep, letting you feel every inch pulsing inside you.
“Fuck—mm….that’s it,” he rasps, watching you arch and tremble beneath him.
“Take Santa’s cock like a desperate little whore. This tight pussy’s been begging for it all month—now it’s mine to ruin.”
The couch creaks under the force of it.
His hands grip your thighs, keeping them spread wide and pinned to the cushions as he pounds into you without mercy—deep, fast, relentless strokes that make your entire body jolt with every thrust.
Your tits bounce wildly under the thin green fabric of the elf dress, nipples hard and straining against the fur trim, bells on your wrists jingling.
The striped thigh-highs slide down your legs a little from the force, your whole body rocking up the couch with each slam.
You’re already a complete wreck.
“Ah—! Ah—! AH—! F-fuck—Heeseung—!”
Your moans are loud, broken, nonstop—high-pitched and desperate, spilling out of you like you can’t control them.
Every brutal thrust rips another wrecked sound from your throat: “NNGH—! HAA—! OH GOD—! YES—!”
Tears streak down your temples, mouth hanging open, drool slipping from the corner as your eyes roll back.
Heeseung looks down at the mess he’s made of you, smirk sharp and cruel, sweat glistening on his exposed chest under the open robe.
“Fuck, look at you,” he pants, voice rough and mocking between thrusts.
“Tits bouncing like a desperate little slut—can’t even keep them still while Santa fucks this pussy raw, huh?”
He slams in harder, watching them jolt again.
“Listen to those pathetic noises,” he taunts, leaning down to growl against your ear.
“Moaning like a brainless whore who can’t take cock without falling apart.”
“ Is this all my naughty elf’s good for? Lying there like a dumb fucktoy, tits shaking, pussy creaming all over me while you scream?”
You try to answer—try to say anything—but all that comes out is another string of wrecked, mindless cries: “AH—! AH—! HNNGHH—! S-SANTA—!”
He laughs breathlessly, dark and mean, snapping his hips even faster.
“That’s right, baby. Don’t even try to talk. Just keep making those stupid, slutty sounds while I ruin this tight little cunt.”
Between sharp, ragged breaths and the punishing rhythm of his thrusts, the words come out low, biting, dripping with venom.
Each word punctuated by a deep, grinding slam that makes you scream. “Oh…fuck…Take…it…slut…”
He speeds up even more, hips pistoning, the couch creaks shifting forward dangerously as he fucks you stupid.
You’re a moaning, sobbing wreck: high, desperate cries spilling out with every deep stroke that hits your limit.
He leans down closer, sweat dripping from his hair onto your chest, one strong hand sliding up your throat.
His fingers wrap around it firmly, squeezing just enough to make your head spin, breath catching in sharp, uneven gasps.
Your walls clench harder around him instantly, pulling a low, filthy groan from his lips.
His thrusts don’t falter; if anything, they get rougher, couch creaking dangerously as he pounds you into the cushions.
Both of your breathing is ragged, uneven, broken by moans and grunts.
He tightens his grip on your throat a fraction more, thumb pressing right under your jaw, forcing your watery eyes to stay on his.
Between brutal thrusts, the words come out low, teasing, dripping with mockery.
“Who owns this greedy little pussy, huh?”
Each word punctuated by a hard slam that makes you choke out a gasp.
“Tell Santa who this tight hole belongs to…”
You try to answer, but with his hand choking you and his cock driving into you relentlessly, all that comes out is a strangled, pathetic whine: “Y-you—! Ah—! S-Santa—!”
He smirks, dark and cruel, squeezing again as he grinds deep, making your vision blur at the edges.
“Louder, baby,” he pants, voice rough and uneven from his own building release.
“Can’t hear you over how fucking desperate you sound getting choked and fucked like the naughty whore you are…”
Your voice is barely there, strangled and desperate under his grip.
“Y-you…Hee… fuck—p- pussy… b-belongs to you…!”
The words come out broken, gasping, each one forced out between his ruthless thrusts and the pressure on your windpipe.
Heeseung’s eyes flash dark, a feral grin spreading across his sweat-slick face.
He slams in deeper, grinding slow and hard for a second so you feel every throbbing inch.
“That’s right,” he growls low, voice rough and breathless, hips snapping again to punctuate every word.
“So… fucking… sexy… when you admit it.”
He loosens his choke just a fraction, letting you drag in a ragged breath, then tightens again as he speeds up, fucking you raw.
“Look at you… choking out the truth like a good little whore… tits bouncing… pussy creaming down my cock… all because you know you’re mine, yeah?”
Your moans turn into high, strangled sobs, body arching hard off the couch as the lack of air and overwhelming pleasure shove you right to the edge.
“Mine to fuck… mine to ruin… mine to fill whenever I want…”
He leans down close, lips brushing your ear, hand still firm around your throat.
With a low, possessive growl, he pulls you up hard by the throat, arching your back off the cushions until your upper body is lifted, face inches from his.
Your tits are still bouncing, bells jingling, but now you’re half-sitting, impaled deep on his cock as he crashes his mouth against yours.
The kiss is sloppy, filthy—tongues sliding messy and desperate, spit stringing between your lips every time he pulls back a fraction.
He bites your bottom lip hard, sucks on your tongue, then opens his mouth and spits right into yours again, hot and deliberate.
You moan into it, swallowing greedily, kissing him back like you’re starving.
He groans against your lips, “ Fuck….”
His hips still snapping up into you through the kiss, then suddenly yanks out completely.
You whine at the emptiness, but before you can even gasp, he flips you over roughly—manhandling you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so your ass is high in the air, face pressed into the cushions.
panties still shoved aside, thighs trembling as he spreads you wide from behind.
“Fuck, baby—look at this perfect little ass,” he mutters, voice hoarse. He slaps it once, hard, watching it jiggle.
“Been waiting to pound you like this all night.”
He lines up and slams back inside in one brutal thrust, burying himself deep.
Your scream is muffled into the couch, “ MMMPHH—! FUCK—!”
back arching sharply as he immediately starts pounding you from behind, harder than before, hips crashing against your ass with loud, wet slaps.
His hands grip your hips bruisingly, pulling you back onto his cock with every violent thrust, the new angle hitting even deeper, making your whole body jolt forward.
“That’s it,” he snarls between thrusts, leaning over you to growl in your ear. “Take it like the naughty little elf slut you are—ass up, face down, pussy stuffed full of Santa’s cock.”
The wet slap of his hips against your ass is loud and relentless; the couch makes sounds under the punishment.
Heeseung’s hands dig into your hips for a few more brutal strokes, then one slides up your sweat-slick spine and fists the red ribbon still tied around your neck like a leash.
He yanks it back hard, forcing your head up and your back to arch deeper.
He leans in closer once more, hot breath ghosting over your skin, then drags his wet tongue slowly up the shell of your ear, tracing the curve before sucking the lobe between his teeth for a sharp bite.
You shudder hard, a broken whine spilling out.
His free hand slides up under the bunched elf dress and roughly gropes your tits—squeezing one, then the other, pinching your nipples hard enough to make you jerk.
He palms them possessively, fingers rolling and tugging while his tongue flicks wetly against your ear again.
“Fuck—Santa—mm—!” you curse loudly, voice hoarse and trembling, mouth hanging open, drool slipping down your chin.
Your eyes roll back completely, lids fluttering as your head lolls against his shoulder.
Every punishing thrust upward, every twist of his fingers on your sensitive nipples, every hot lick along your ear sends you spiraling.
“Oh—f-fuck—yes—god—fuck me—!”
He hears the desperate babble and lets out a low, dark chuckle right against your ear before licking one last slow stripe up it.
“Listen to this dirty little mouth,” he rasps, voice rough with lust.
“Cursing like a shameless slut while Santa’s cock splits you open. You love being my nasty elf whore, don’t you? Love getting fucked stupid till all you can do is drool and beg.”
Your only answer is another broken sob of pleasure.
Suddenly his hand leaves your throat and slides up to grip your jaw instead, fingers digging into your cheeks as he tilts your chin forcefully toward his lips.
Your head lolls back against his shoulder, mouth still open, panting.
Heeseung locks eyes with you for a second: dark, possessive, hungry: then sticks his tongue out slow and deliberate, flicking the tip against yours in teasing little laps.
You whimper, trying to chase it, but he holds your jaw firm, controlling every movement.
Then he leans forward and sucks your tongue deep into his mouth: hard, possessive, filthy.
His lips around it, cheeks hollowing as he draws on it like he’s trying to drink you down, tongue swirling and stroking yours in wet, messy pulls.
You moan loud and wrecked into the kiss, body shaking harder as he keeps pounding up into you without missing a beat, cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside.
He rips his mouth away from yours with a wet pop—just enough to groan right against your lips, voice raw and wrecked.
“Fuck—I’m gonna cum—”
The words are punched out of him on a deep, guttural thrust, his cock throbbing hot and thick inside you.
“Mm…me too—!” you sob instantly, voice high and shattered. l
“AH—! FUCK—SANTA—COMING—! YES—YES—!”
Your whole body locks up, then explodes in violent shakes.
Your pussy clamps down hard around him in tight, pulsing waves, gushing slick down his length as you scream openly into his mouth—mouth wide, eyes rolled far back, curses and sobs spilling out uncontrollably.
“Mmm—F-FUCK—SHIT—YEAH!—“
“SHIIIT—!” Heeseung curses loud and filthy right after you, a deep groan.
His cock jerks deep inside. Thick, hot ropes of cum flood you, painting your walls while his hips stutter and grind, forcing every last drop into your clenching heat.
