#santa jack

“(Y/N).” I choked out. He chuckled and smiled at me.

“I know.” Santa winked. I felt my face heat up more. “You didn’t answer my question.” I stared at him blankly. “Enjoying yourself?” I shrugged.

“I don’t know. Haven’t quite gotten around to paying to have my name on the nice list.” I answered with a bit of sarcasm.

“yes well…” Santa smiled mischievously at me. “Naughty listers have more fun anyway.” I nearly choked on my saliva as his smile grew. “Maybe I can show you sometime.” His eyebrow went up as the security team around him pretended not to notice.

“I’d like that.” I responded, already feeling self conscious about what would happen next. Santa smirked at me and nodded.

“Someone will come get you after the show.” He winked before handing me a ticket. “Hope you enjoy.” I watched as he walked off, ticket clenched in my hand as security followed him away. As soon as he disappeared, I headed for the theater. There was an elf taking tickets already and I managed to get a seat towards the front. Music was already playing. I raised an eyebrow at the provocatively dressed elves that lined the stage. It wasn’t long before Santa came out, singing and dancing around as if he was a solo act on broadway. I giggled as I watched him, shaking my head with a small smile. He winked at me when he spotted me, making my cheeks heat up again. Once the show ended I followed the security guards lingering by the stage to a different part of the workshop. I couldn’t help looking around at all the elves working.

“I didn’t know this still existed.” I murmured. One of the guards looked at me.

“He still does the midnight ride for those who can’t get up here.” The guard murmured. “Those that pay to come and get on the nice list get to pick up their toys at the end of the night.” I nodded slowly as the elves slowed their work to look at me. We kept walking until we reached a satin glass store with SC on it. One of the guards knocked. Santa opened the door, now wearing a robe and a smirk.

“Well hello there.” He murmured, looking me over again. “I see you took me up on my offer.”

“you’re a hard man to refuse.” I teased as I was ushered into the room. A large bed sat against the far wall, various toys scattered around the room in various states of repair. “I’ve never…”

“I know.” Santa said, running a hand over my shoulder.

“I don’t normally…” I twisted to look at him.

“I know.” He said again, smirk replaced with a charming smile. “I know all. Which yeah creepy when you think about it but honestly…” he shrugged. “Comes in handy sometimes.” Santa stopped in front of me and squeezed my waist. “Anytime…just say the word. Well stop.” I nodded as his thumbs dipped under my shirt. He was cold. His smile grew softer as I jumped at the contrast between his cold fingers and my warm skin. “Sorry. Bit of a leftover from the old life.”

“old life?” I asked, eyebrows pulled together in confusion. Santa smiled.

“I was Jack Frost.” He responded, pulling away and blowing cold air into the room. I could feel the temperature drop as he made little snowflakes appear on his fingers. “Some of the old magic remains.” He shrugged with a smile. “Party tricks mostly.” I giggled as I shook my head.

“if you had told me a couple years ago this was all real…” I started. Santa laughed.

“you sound like one of the fucking parents.” He teased. “Never wondered where those presents came from. Just accepted it and moved on with your life. I’ve always been here. One form or another.” Leaning in, Santa ran his nose against my cheek. “Jack or Santa.”

“what about Mrs. Claus?” I asked, mind snapping back from the lust filled images that had been there all night. Santa chucked sadly.

“well that’s one thing I haven’t gotten to.” He pulled back to look in my eye. “It could cost me. See I got the coat. That’s the Santa clause. There’s also a Mrs. Clause. I need a partner. I just haven’t…gotten there yet.” I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“how long do you have?” I asked. He smiled sadly.

“until next year.” I nodded as he started to lift my shirt off. I let him as he leaned in close, our noses bumping. “It’s much harder than it seems. And I was never…fully human anyway. Be a bit hard to go down there and just…date.” I chuckled as he tossed my shirt somewhere in the room.

“well…let’s see how tonight goes.” I offered, leaving the option open. His eyes flashed for a second before he smirked at me again.

“let’s.” He muttered before kissing me. My hands fell to the tie of his robe, undoing it. The robe fell open, revealing just the pajama pants he was wearing. “Now we’re even.” He murmured, shrugging off the robe as he spun me around. His fingers pressed against my neck as he kissed me, maneuvering my head to the right angle as he backed me up against the bed. I let out a yelp as I fell backward onto it. Santa looked at me hungrily, hands already working on my belt.

“Santa…” I moaned. His eyes flashed again as my belt went flying.

“Jack.” He commanded, skin going slightly blue. “Not Santa tonight. Just Jack.” I nodded as I helped him shimmy my pants off.

“Jack.” I whispered as he climbed on top of me. His weight pressed me into the bed as he kissed me again, my hands already in his hair. I groaned at the cold feeling as he moved to nip at my neck. “I thought you were supposed to nip at my nose.” I teased. Jack chuckled against my jaw as he pressed a kiss there.

“where would the fun be in that?” He asked, pulling back to take off his pants as I flung my underwear across the room. “Fuck.” He moaned, looking down at me. “I mean I’ve seen…but fuck.” I felt my cheeks heat up as he finally freed himself. Jack was stroking himself as he looked me over.

“Give it to me Jack.” I challenged. “I want to see just how cold you are.” He groaned as he lined himself up. We both moaned as he thrust into me. He settled on top of me again as I wrapped my arms around him. “One day I wanna taste that popsicle of yours.” Jack groaned before shooting me a look.

“careful. Or I’ll make you one of my elves.” He threatened, though there was no malice in his words. I giggled until he thrust deeply into me. “Shit.” He murmured, bracing himself on his forearms.

“oh jack.” I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Fuck. Right there.” Jack repeated his thrusts, making sure to thrust deep and hard to hit the same spot again. Jack kept up the pace as my hand came to rest against his chest, the other splayed across his back. Jack pressed his forehead against mine, kissing me periodically as he continued to thrust.

“oh (Y/N).” He groaned, hiking my legs further up his hips. “Marry me. Marry me tonight.”

“Jack!” I cried as I came, his words lingering in the back of my blissed out mind. He let out a strangled cry as he came. Jack collapsed on top of me, fully pinning me to the bed. Not that I minded.

“you’re so much better than I ever imagined.” He whispered, looking up at me. We lay there catching our breaths for a while. I thought he had drifted off when he pushed himself up. He wordlessly went to grab something to clean me up with. As he focused on the task, his brow unfurrowed. “I meant what I said.” Jack finally said, climbing back in the bed after putting his own pants back on and passing me a shirt that was a few sizes too big. “Marry me.”

“well…” I paused, knowing what my answer already was. “Did I make the nice list or the naughty list?” Jack chuckled as he pulled me to him.

“naughty list. Definitely.” He pressed a kiss to my hair as he watched me.

“No presents for me I guess.” I shrugged. Jack smiled at me. “Well Santa, there’s one thing I really do need. A ring.” Jacks looked at me, a shocked expression on his face. “I don’t mean on the phone.” He made a noise before cupping my chin and kissing me hard.

“you have no idea what this means to me.” He whispered against my lips. I smiled as I ran my fingers through his beard.