also they way schlatt’s eyes got really wide when briand said i love you for the first time? he has the same reaction when you say it to him for the first time.
schlatt’s booms and fist pumps are so fucking cute. i can see him doing the same thing whenever he finishes your sentence or says something at the same time as you.
“what the fuck even is this? it’s shaped like a fucking santa hat.”
you had to stifle your laughter as you watched schlatt go through the white elephant gift you ended up getting at a party with your friends. the basket you got was full of holiday themed sex toys, some of which were a bit… unique, to say the least.
“according to the box, it’s a vibrator. the little ball stimulates your clit.” you explained, moving to sit next to him on your bed.
“well, this one’s just a gingerbread man with a huge fuckin’ cock!” he raged, holding up the toy.
picking up the box, you couldn’t stifle your laughter this time. “it’s just a dildo, jay.”
he huffed, tossing it back in the basket. “i can make you feel better than any of these toys. why didn’t you swap gifts or somethin’?”
“i know you can,” you reassured him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “i just thought it would be fun if you used them on me.”
schlatt looked contemplative for a moment, then nodded slowly. “we can do that. just not with that dildo. it’s fuckin’ creepy.”
“deal.” you agreed, climbing into his lap and kissing him with a fierce passion.
schlatt kissed back with just as much passion, using one arm to hold you firmly in his lap. with his other arm, he dug through the basket and pulled out a toy to try.
as the two of you broke apart to see the toy, you couldn’t help but laugh. it was a candy cane dildo that came with mint flavored lube. schlatt, on the other hand, just seemed relieved that he hadn’t accidentally grabbed the gingerbread man.
“strip, toots.” he commanded, eyeing you as he warmed the lube and prepared the toy.
you complied and tossed your clothes in the direction of your laundry basket. then, you spread your legs and looked up at schlatt with a mischievous gleam in your eyes. “i’m ready when you are.”
he gave you one last kiss before nudging the dildo against your entrance. just from that, you could tell it would be a fun time. the toy was thick, and felt smooth where it touched your skin.
sure enough, as schlatt pushed the candy cane shaped toy into you, you couldn’t help but grip the bedding. it was thick— maybe even a bit thicker than schlatt. fortunately, the lube made for an easy slide into you.
“how’s that feel, toots?” schlatt asked once the toy bottom out, stopped by the hook of the candy cane.
you whimpered slightly, your walls greedily clenching around the toy. “good, jay. please move.”
with that, schlatt began to move the candy cane, searching for your g-spot. as it thrust in and out of you, the lube combined with your slick to make a sloppy, wet sound.
“look at you,” schlatt practically cooed, his eyes sharp as they focused on your core. “so sloppy f’ me, baby. listen to those sounds your greedy little pussy ’s makin’. i haven’t even found your sweet spot,”
your head tipped back against the pillow, and your eyes rolled back at his words. you went to respond, but found a gasp escaping your mouth instead as he found your g-spot. he chuckled and began to practically smother it with attention. “there we go.”
it didn’t take long after that for you to peak, your toes curling from the intensity, “fuck, jay.” you whined.
he chuckled, gently removing the candy cane and grabbing the santa hat vibrator. “i know you’ve got more in ya.”
schlatt then turned on the vibrator, making you bite your lip and whine again as he circled your clit with the ball. after a bit of playing with your clit though, he increased the pressure on it.
“oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” you cried out as your second orgasm built up. it came on much faster and stronger than the first, aided by you grinding up against the vibrating ball of the santa hat.
“just let go, toots,” schlatt cooed, using his free hand to slip two fingers in your pussy and curl them upwards. “cover my hand with your cum,”
his words were it for you, and your mouth opened in a silent cry as you squirted. it was on his hand, on the sheets, and on his clothes.
with a grin, schlatt turned off the toy and removed his fingers from you. then, he sucked them clean with a smirk. “you always taste so fucking good.”
you smiled back up at him, and playfully fluttered your lashes. “thank you. can we try the gingerbread man now?”
it started with schlatt’s family needing omeone to dress up as santa for the children. it was a christmas eve tradition, but their usual santa and family friend ended up getting sick. with nobody willing to volunteer, they picked a name from a hat, and schlatt ended up being the lucky winner. however, he had one condition to being santa: you had to dress up with him as an elf.
the whole thing had been a disaster, to put it lightly. the older children had all recognized schlatt, while the younger children ended up crying and being scared of the two of you. you ended up passing out gifts early, and leaving the party altogether. it wasn’t like you weren’t going to see them again tomorrow.
when the two of you got home, schlatt parked his car and leaned back in his seat, ripping off his beard. “that was fucking horrible.”
you nodded, shuddering slightly at the memory. “we’re never doing that again.”
schlatt looked over at you and cracked a smile. “at least you look cute in your costume.”
“an elf? that’s what does it for you?” you teased, albeit hypocritically. you’d be lying if you said schlatt didn’t look good in his santa costume, especially now that the fake white beard was off.
unfortunately for you, he seemed to have noticed, and scoffed. “yeah, like you haven’t been looking all night.”
“it’s not my fault you look so attractive,” you protested, though you caved and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “you look even better with the beard off.”
your boyfriend seemed to perk up slightly at that, and a cocky grin appeared on his face. “well, would you like to come up to santa’s private workshop and get up to somethin’ that’ll put us on the naughty list?”
an involuntary laugh escaped you as you nodded and teased back. “they call me santa’s little helper for a reason,”
with that, schlatt practically dragged you up to your apartment and to your room. once you were pinned beneath him on the bed, he began to peel off your elf dress and underthings. however, he kept you in your candy cane thigh highs and jingling elf hat.
“then you’re keeping your hat on too, mr. claus.” you teased, watching him sit up and throw the rest of his costume in the corner of your room.
“works f’ me,” he grunted once he was finally naked, diving in to kiss you. “shit, toots, you really are so damn small under me. you’re like a real elf.”
you couldn’t help but giggle into the kiss, making him look down at you, puzzled. “i’m like a real elf, not like those fictional elves.”
“you know what i mean, brat,” his hand came down to slap your ass in retaliation, making you yelp. “santa was gonna give you a treat for being on the nice list, but i’m gonna have t’ rethink that now.”
“wait, no,” your eyes widened “please! i’ll be nice.”
it was schlatt’s turn to chuckle, pressing another firm kiss to your lips. “good. you’re my nice little elf, and nice little elves get rewarded.”
he moved down your body, holding your hips in place until he reached your lower half. then, he gave you one final smirk before licking a stripe from your core to your clit. instantly, a bolt of pleasure ran down your spine, making you gasp and schlatt chuckle once again.
“now keep your hands to yourself, good girl.” he commanded, then dived back into your pussy to eat you like a man starved.
your hands tangled into the bedding instead, a mixture of moans, whimpers, and whines coming from your mouth as schlatt worked you to your peak. when you finally came against his face, you barely had time to process it before schlatt pinned you beneath him again.
“how was that, my sweet little elf? did you like your christmas gift?” schlatt grinned, his tongue darting out to lick your juices from his lips.
you nodded, faintly hearing the jingling of your elf hat in the afterglow of your orgasm. then, you snapped out of it with a whimper as schlatt’s cock began to nudge at your soaked folds.
“it’s okay, toots,” schlatt leaned down to give you a kiss, this one more tender than the others he’d given you that night. “i know your tight little pussy can handle it.”
you’d been together long enough for you to know he was right. still, it was always a stretch. as your boyfriend carefully pushed in, you squirmed under him and dug your nails into his back.
“shit, jay,” you squeezed your eyes closed as he bottomed out. “you’re so fucking big.”
“i’m santa, baby,” he reminded you, pressing more kisses to your face until your eyes fluttered back open. his face immediately turned into a soft smile. “there’s my sweet little elf.”
“hi, santa,” you smiled back, reaching up to play with the white puff at the end of his hat. “your sweet little elf would like you to split me open on your fat cock.”
schlatt laughed, kissing you one last time before adjusting his position over you. he made it so his huge form caged you beneath him. however, rather than feeling trapped, you felt protected beneath him. “i can do that.”
slowly, schlatt began to move, his cock already pleasuring you just from its massive size. soon enough though, he began to speed up and increase the force of his thrusts. every time he pistoned his hips into you, you couldn’t help but cry out your pleasure. your hate kept jingling too, since each movement jarred your whole body.
“look at you, ya tiny little thing,” schlatt groaned, his grip on your hips tightening. “takin’ me like a champ, and i’m twice your size.”
a hiccup slipped from your lips, overwhelmed by pleasure as you babbled to your boyfriend. “i’m your tiny little toy, santa.”
“that’s just what i like to hear,” he grunted, finally hitting your sweet spot, and perking up at your answering cry. “i like hearin’ that too.”
he continued aiming for your sweet spot, his mouth constantly running as he talked about how small you were under him, and how tight you felt around his giant cock.
“jay— santa—” you finally cut him off, feeling the coil in your stomach grow tighter and tighter. “gonna come.”
“do it,” schlatt grunted again, nipping at your ear. “i wanna feel you milkin’ my cock, and i wanna watch your cute little belly get a bump from how much i come.”
his words were the final trigger, and the coil inside of you snapped. waves of pleasure crested over you as you came, and sure enough, you could feel schlatt coming inside you as well.
by the time your orgasm finished, you were too exhausted to do anything other than lie there and pant, your arms still wrapped around schlatt the best they could. it was schlatt’s surprised voice that drug you from your exhausted haze.
“— didn’t think i could actually do it, holy shit. you look so good like this—”
you blinked a few times to focus your vision, then looked up slightly at schlatt. “do what?”
schlatt still looked stunned as he pulled his softening cock out of you. “i really gave you a little bump.”
“did not,” you huffed, sitting up to look. “there’s no way the first time you bring it up—”
your mouth snapped closed as, sure enough, you saw the faintest bump on yourself. you were stunned for a moment, then flopped back against the bed and looked up at schlatt with a glare. “you just get everything you want, you lucky bastard.”
he shook his head and chuckled, leaning in to kiss you again. “call it the magic of santa.”
you couldn’t help the way your lips quirked up. “okay, santa. can you get a washcloth and clean me up?”
“is she asleep yet?” schlatt whispered as he entered the living room, looking down as you rocked your youngest child.
peeking down at your daughter, you saw she was completely and blissfully asleep, and nodded with a smile, “she is. are the other two?” you asked, referring to your four-year-old son and two-year-old daughter.
he nodded as well. “it took a while, but i got them both to sleep.
you carefully stood up, making sure not to jostle your daughter, and pressed a kiss to your husband’s lips. “thank you. i’ll go put her in her crib, then we can start bringing out the presents.”
“sounds good.”
with that, you quietly made your way upstairs, passing your other children’s rooms and entering your daughter’s nursery. once she was settled in her crib, you shut the door and snuck back downstairs, where schlatt had already started to bring the presents out of hiding. together, the two of you got everything placed under the tree, and the stockings hung on the fireplace in no time.
“it looks perfect.” you murmured, schlatt’s arm around your waist as the two of you stood and admired the way your home looked now.
he smiled softly down at you, kissing the top of your head. “yeah, yeah it does.”
after a few moments of silence, you looked up at him with wide eyes. you had nearly forgotten. “oh! we still need to eat some of the cookies and write a note.”
your husband grimaced slightly. “how many cookies did they put out?”
“a lot,” you sighed. “we can eat one or two, and put the rest back onto the cookie platters. they’ll never know.”
schlatt nodded, agreeing with your idea as the two of you headed the kitchen. once he saw the plate of cookies though, his eyes widened. “what the fuck? how did they think santa could eat all of those? they didn’t even leave out any milk!”
you rolled your eyes at his dramatics. “they’re children, jay, and your son dumped the rest of the milk into my poinsettia this afternoon so he could feed it, remember?”
“yeah, yeah, i remember,” he whined slightly. “why does that make him my son? he’s a carbon copy of you.”
“in looks only. he acts just like you.” you shot back, moving and putting the cookies back on their original trays.
he gave a small huff, and started to eat one of the cookies. “whatever,”
you worked in silence for a bit, before schlatt spoke up again, mumbling under his breath. “wish we had some fuckin’ milk. who has cookies without milk?”
“well, if you’re that desperate, try it with some of my breast milk.” you joked, thinking of the batch you had frozen.
once again, there was silence as you finished putting away all but two cookies. however, when you looked up, schlatt was looking at you, his gaze curious and pensive. “really?”
“i don’t mind,” you shrugged. “i make plenty, so it’s not a big deal if you have some.”
schlatt nodded. however, rather than heading to the fridge, he came over to you and began to play with the hem of your sweater. “so, should i take this off of ya?”
your brows furrowed for a moment, confused, until you realized what was going on. “jay, i meant you could warm up the frozen stuff.”
“oh,” a rare blush dusted your husband’s cheeks. “i mean— that’s okay. i just— i think i’d rather try it straight from the source.”
now it was your turn to blush, your cheeks growing warm. schlatt had always loved your breasts— playing with them, sucking on them— but he had never drank from them before, “you want to try my breast milk… straight from the source?” you asked quietly.
he nodded, his gaze earnest. “i’d really fuckin’ like that, toots.”
you had to think about if for a moment, your heart racing, but you eventually nodded and gave in. “we can try that, if that’s what you really want.”
“i definitely want it,” schlatt said with certainty. “now come here.”
schlatt carefully peeled you out of your sweater, and unhooked your bra with the ease of a man who’d been with you for years. then, he picked you up and sat you down on the kitchen counter, “fuck,” he murmured, staring at your now bare breasts. “i love your titties, sweetheart. they’re fuckin’ perfect.”
his hand came up, and schlatt pinched one of your nipples between his fingers, making you squirm as some of your milk already leaked out.
“jay,” you couldn’t help but whine. “they’re sensitive.”
“i can tell,” he chuckled slightly, beginning to pepper your breasts with kisses. “you’re already leaking f’ me.”
you pouted slightly, then gasped as he switched to slowly lapping at your nipple. “don’t tease me, jay. please just latch on.”
he chuckled again, looking up at you with amusement and adoration. “alright, alright, sweetheart.”
with that, he latched on, immediately taking in a mouthful of milk. when he pulled back, you got nervous, “is it not good?” you asked, your anxiety slipping into your voice.
schlatt shook his head, looking up at you like you hung the sun, moon, and stars. “it’s amazing, toots. why the fuck did i wait for our third kid to try this?”
before you could reply, he latched back on and began to drink with vigor. all the while, his hand played with your other breast and nipple, making you leak on that side. your head was tipped back in pleasure, and you couldn’t stop the whimpers and moans that escaped your lips.
occasionally, schlatt would stop drinking to lap at your nipple or gently nip your breast, but for the most part, he was a man on a mission, “sweetheart,” he grunted as he gently tugged your nipple between his teeth. “you taste so fuckin’ good. can’t believe i’ve never done this before.”
“me neither,” you replied breathlessly, your hips jumping at the sensation of his teeth. “it feels so good, jay.”
“i know i said we were done havin’ kids, but i’m gonna have t’ keep you pregnant if this is what happens.” schlatt groaned, diving in to drink again.
a whine escaped your mouth at that, and your hips bucked up again. you could feel your arousal growing the longer he continued, as well as the more he talked. you were going to come just from him drinking your milk and playing with your breasts. “jay—”
before you could warn him, he gently bit your nipple while giving a particularly strong suck. the combination finally pushed you over the edge, making you cry out as your fingers tangled in schlatt’s hair. as you panted and came down from your orgasm, you noticed that schlatt had pulled off and was panting as well.
“sorry,” you murmured, releasing your grip on his hair and letting him return to his full height. “i didn’t realize.”
he leaned in and kissed you, letting you faintly taste the creaminess of your own milk. “never apologize for that, sweetheart. that was amazing. shit, i nearly came in my pants too.”
looking up at him, you couldn’t help but offer. “do you need me to help you finish?”
schlatt groaned and nodded. “fuck yes, but i still need to write a note for the kids from santa.”
“i can wait.” you giggled, watching as he scrambled to get a blank sticky note from the drawer, and scribbled something on it.
once he finished, he slapped it down next to the partially-eaten plate of cookies, and carried you upstairs to ravage you.
it wasn’t until the next morning when your children were begging you to read santa’s note that you saw what schlatt had written.
growing up, you had always been fascinated by the snow, and always enjoyed a good snowfall. the holidays were especially improved by the addition of the cold, powdery substance. this year, however, there hadn’t been a single snowflake so far, and it was christmas eve. your boyfriend, schlatt, could tell it was affecting your mood too.
“we could go somewhere snowy for christmas next year,” he suggested as the two of you laid in bed, curled up against each other. “alaska, northern canada, somethin’ like that.”
you shook your head, looking up at him. “i wouldn’t want to take you away from your family during the holidays.”
schlatt chuckled softly, gently nuzzling against your neck and nipping the skin there. “i wouldn’t mind as long as i’m with you.”
“sap,” you teased, though a soft whoosh of breath escaped you as schlatt began to lave more attention onto your neck. “you’re really affectionate tonight.”
“just wanna make you feel better,” he murmured, moving so you were pinned beneath him. “i can’t control the weather, but i can still give you a white christmas.”
you groaned, your hands coming up to cover your face for a moment. “that was terrible. absolutely awful.”
he chuckled and played with the hem of your sleeping shirt. “maybe, but i’m serious.”
for a moment, you were quiet. then, you spoke up again. “you’ll clean me up after?”
once again, he chuckled and nodded, carefully helping you out of your sleeping shirt while you shimmied out of your shorts and underwear. “i promise, sweetheart.”
schlatt removed his clothes as well, then resumed his position with you beneath him. as his fingers dipped down between your folds, he couldn’t help but groan in pleasure. you were already soaked, and as he removed his fingers, a string of your slick continued to connect him to you until he brought his fingers to his mouth.
“you taste so fucking good, toots,” he murmured, hitching your leg against his hip as he slowly pushed in. “you’re always so fucking delicious,”
your head went back and your back arched as he bottomed out. as he pulled out again though, he groaned once more. “you’re killin’ me, sweetheart.”
“what?” you asked, your voice breathy as he slowly pushed back in.
he carefully adjusted your position so you could see where you were joined, a soft “oh” escaping you. even though the two of you had just started, there was already a ring of your slick around his cock.
“so fuckin’ wet, baby.” schlatt groaned, watching where the two of you were connected as he picked up the pace.
you wrapped your arms around his neck to hold yourself up, watching as well. the longer the two of you went, the more of your slick and schlatt’s precum built up on his cock. a moan slipped from between your lips at the sight, wanting schlatt’s cum to decorate your body as well.
“jay,” you whined. “want you to come on me.”
he was panting slightly, looking down at you with a mischievous look in his warm brown eyes. “yeah? you want me to pull out and finish on ya, toots? maybe give ya a pearl necklace?”
“please!”
as his thrusts began to grow more uneven and sloppy, he moved his hand down to play with your clit. “need you to come first, toots. then i can paint you with my cum.”
between his words and the feeling of his fingers playing with your clit, it was like you had been commanded. waves of pleasure rolled through your body as you came, squeezing even tighter around schlatt.
that was enough for him as well, pulling out just in time to shoot pearly white strings of cum across your lower body. it glistened against your skin, making you giggle breathlessly as schlatt’s terrible white christmas joke came back to you.
“what’s— what’s so funny?” schlatt asked, trying to catch his breath as he sat between your legs.
“you and your stupid joke,” you admitted with another laugh. “about giving me a white christmas.”
his eyes glistened mischievously as he ran two of his fingers through the cum on your stomach and held them up for you to suck on. “well, i think the forecast calls for more in a few minutes.”
you swallowed down his fingers and popped back off with your own teasing grin, the taste of his cum lingering in your mouth. “i’ll be waiting. you know how much i love snow.”
schlatt chuckled at your innuendo. “i do know, toots. i really do.”
schlatt was ready to snap, and you were anxiously awaiting it. you woke up that morning feeling irritable, like your skin was too small for your body. originally, you couldn’t figure out what was wrong, or how to fix your attitude. maybe it was the anxiety of the upcoming holidays? then, the more you noticed schlatt growing short with your temper, the more you realized your answer: you just needed a good, rough fuck from your boyfriend.
as a result, you began acting brattier than usual. you just lounged around, whining at schlatt to do things for you, and complaining about everything else that needed done without helping. you were acting like a spoiled princess, but you were close to getting what you wanted.
at least, you thought you were, until a final complaint from you caused schlatt to scoff, and his frustration began to leak out.
“i know what you’re doing, toots.”
“what am i doing?” you asked, voice dripping with faux innocence.
“you’re acting like a brat so i fuck you.”
“is it working?”
he chuckled, standing up and throwing you over his shoulder. “i’ll show you how it’s working.”
you were excited as he took you to your room and tossed you on the bed. then, he gave a single command: “strip.”
for once that day, you listened without complaint, tossing your clothes aside. once you were completely naked, schlatt grabbed you once again. however, rather than manhandling you beneath him or on top of him, he put you ass up across his lap. before you could process it, his heavy, large hand came down on your ass with a loud smack.
“jay!” you yelped, trying to look back at him and receiving another rough smack in reply.
“keep your head down and don’t complain,” he growled. “if you want to act like a brat, i’ll treat you like a brat.”
you tried to look back again, still protesting. “but—”
the crack of his hand against your skin had you going silent, save for a small whine. truly, being spanked wasn’t bad either, but you knew schlatt would draw it out and tease you. sure enough, schlatt began to list the rules, his hand gently kneading your ass.
“i was only gonna spank you ten times for being bratty today, but since you don’t know how to be quiet, i decided we’re adding five every time you talk,”
your mouth opened to complain, but you thought better of it and stayed silent. schlatt smirked at the sight. “good. you ready, toots?”
knowing the response he wanted, you nodded. then, it began. schlatt counted every slap and smack to your rear, all while you bit your lip to stop yourself from talking. however, to make it more torturous, he began talking you through it.
“i can see you biting your lip— eight—” he chuckled, bringing his hand down for another hard smack. “does my dirty little slut like this? are you trying not to beg for more?”
a whimper escaped you at schlatt’s words, making him give a small tsk on his next slap. “i could add five more for that, but i think you’d enjoy that too much. you fucking love the feeling of my hand on your ass, don’t you?”
as if proving his point, when he spanked you particularly rough for the tenth strike, your back arched and your ass came even higher up. it was like you were begging for more, even without your words.
“shit, toots,” schlatt groaned. “i don’t even feel like this is teachin’ you a lesson. you’re soaking my lap like the horny little brat that you are,”
he counted three more spanks, all done in rapid succession. then, he adjusted you in his lap. your head was hazy in the best way from the “punishment,” so you barely noticed until he began speaking again.
“i think i need to spank your stupid little pussy to teach you a lesson instead.”
a shriek of pleasure escaped you as, true to his word, schlatt’s fourteenth smack came down right on your core. the intensity you had been feeling turned up to eleven, and you could feel yourself growing wetter against his lap. after slap fifteen, you knew you were in trouble. your boyfriend clearly had a new goal in mind besides “punishing” you. his new goal was to make you cum while he spanked you. the feeling was creeping closer as well, especially as schlatt continued degrading you between strikes.
sixteen.
“you gonna cum, toots?”
seventeen.
“are you gonna squirt all over me like the naughty little slut you are?”
eighteen.
“i’d ask if you’re ever gonna act like a brat again, but i know you will after this.”
nineteen.
“you just can’t get enough of it, acting like you’re on the fuckin’ naughty list.”
it was perfectly timed, with your orgasm striking along with the twentieth and final spank. you could feel yourself soaking schlatt’s lap as you cried out, but couldn’t bring yourself to care. you couldn’t even process anything beyond the pleasure you felt and the pleasant sting in your ass and pussy.
when you finally came back to earth, your vision was still fuzzy. however, you could feel schlatt gently lying you on the bed so he could clean you up.
“you did so good, toots. i’m so proud of you.” he murmured, gently wiping you clean with a washcloth.
you giggled softly, watching him as your vision slowly returned to normal. “am i on the nice list now?”
schlatt just chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “yeah, you’re on the nice list now.”
the faint sound of holiday music played over the mall speakers, though it was largely drowned out by the chatter and rush of holiday shoppers. that included you and schlatt, who were trying to figure out what gifts to get for each other, your friends, and your family members.
“do you think i could get away with getting my mom a candle or some shit?” schlatt asked, eyeing a bath and body store with interest.
you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, looking up at him. “i won’t let you do that to her. she always gets you such nice gifts.”
schlatt grumbled slightly, but perked up immediately upon seeing the store next to it: a lingerie shop. “i’ll be right back.”
you rolled your eyes again, knowing that your boyfriend was about to pick out your gift. the timing wasn’t bad though, since you needed to stop and powder your nose, “very subtle, jay. i’ll be in the bathroom.” you told him, nodding to the private bathroom across from the lingerie shop.
he nodded as well, giving your hand a quick squeeze before letting go and disappearing into the crowds.
you had to wait a few minutes, but ended up relieved when the janitor came out of the freshly cleaned bathroom. inside, it didn’t take long for you to do your business, so you were surprised to see schlatt waiting outside the bathroom when you finished.
“i thought you were getting my present?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you stepped back into the hustle and bustle of the mall.
schlatt looked down at you with darkened eyes as he spoke, and a shiver went down your spine. your recognized that look. “changed my mind. i had an idea for an early present instead.”
his voice was low and husky as well, and you were struggling to keep yourself together. “what’s that?”
he glanced around, making sure there were no people hovering nearby, then explained himself. “remember last month when we were talking about kinks we’d like to try?”
you nodded, vaguely remembering the conversation.
“i’d like to try fucking you here.”
your face felt flaming hot at the proposition, and you couldn’t help but quickly look around as well to make sure nobody heard. once you were sure nobody had, you looked back up at schlatt. “like— at the mall? where would we find somewhere private enough to not get caught?”
he shrugged, his gaze darting to the bathroom door behind you. “there’s a lock on that, right? why not there?”
for a second, you had to think about it. after all, it was a public bathroom. however, you knew it had just been cleaned, and you were the only person to use it after that. so, with a small nod, you gave your consent.
schlatt scanned the area before dragging you into the bathroom. in an instant, he had you pinned against the door and was locking it while kissing your neck.
“oh my god,” you couldn’t help but laugh a little, your hips instinctively rolling against his body. “i didn’t realize you were this excited.”
he growled a bit, nipping your neck and squeezing your ass with one of his hands. “toots, i’ve wanted this for a while now. i’m not gonna waste any time,”
true to his word, he quickly used his free hand to unbutton his pants and tug them down along with his boxers, freeing his cock. as his hand began to pump his shaft a few times, you were surprised to see a pearl of precum already gathering at the tip. his voice cut through your thoughts after a few seconds, his voice as low and sensual as it had been it the main part of the mall. “now flip up your skirt and do somethin’ with your panties before i rip ‘em off ya.”
that did it for you, a rush of excitement and arousal rushing through you as you quickly tugged your underwear down to your knees. schlatt was satisfied with that, picking you up so your legs were wrapped around his waist while you were pinned to the door, and the tip of his cock was rubbing against your clit.
“‘m ready, jay.” you whispered, earning a fierce, passionate kiss from him.
“good,” his voice rumbled. “‘cause i’m not holdin’ back.”
with that, he readjusted himself so his cock was nudging your soaked entrance, and pushed in. your head tipped back against the door at the feeling of his cock battering you open, and a loud moan escaped your lips. schlatt had to bring his hand up to cover your mouth and hush you as he began to move.
“shh, doll. you don’t wanna get caught, do ya?”
you shook your head as he removed his hand, though you had to bite your lip to keep quiet. schlatt, on the other hand, kept talking, though his voice was a whisper against your ear.
“or maybe you do want to get caught. is that why you agreed to let me fuck you here? you want someone to find us and hear me fucking you open.”
a small whine escaped from between your lips, followed by a gasp as schlatt began to rub your clit as well. between the pressure from that, and the dirty talk, you easily could feel an impending orgasm.
“c’mon toots. i can feel you squeezin’ me. you’re so close.”
another whine escaped you, louder this time. “jay—”
finally, his cock found your sweet spot, and it was over. you had to bite down on his shoulder to muffle your cry as you came. it felt like you were on cloud nine, and distantly, you could hear schlatt’s own muffled groan of pleasure.
it took a minute for the two of you to regain your composure, but when you did, schlatt gave you a gentle kiss and put you down on your feet.
“that was amazin’, toots. thank you so much.” he smiled down at you.
you just smiled back and gave a playful wink, absolutely infatuated with your boyfriend. “anytime, jay.”
you shuddered pleasantly as the soft, velvety ribbon that typically adorned your presents wrapped around your wrists, schlatt using the ribbon to move them over your head, then behind your back. it made him chuckle, and look down at you with a small smirk. “enjoying it already?”
your cheeks grew warm, and you nodded. the idea to use ribbons in this way came to you after reading a particularly spicy scene in a holiday book. you had been nervous to ask schlatt, but it didn’t take much convincing for him to agree. in fact, you suspected he was thrilled, and would guess that he had been researching the past few days.
he confirmed your suspicions when he began to murmur the steps under his breath, still handling the ribbon and you with delicate precision. you couldn’t help but tease him a bit. “don’t slip up.”
in response, schlatt hooked the ribbon and tightened it, finishing up the bit just under your breasts. however, it also tightened the ribbon gently brushing up your spine that kept your wrists tied together. at the firm feeling, you couldn’t help the soft whine that escaped your mouth. schlatt chuckled again, securing the knot. “what was that, toots?”
this time, you stayed quiet. it didn’t help you any though, with schlatt moving on to tying the ribbon above your breasts. the gentle, soft brush of the ribbon against your skin sent tingles down your spine, and when the ribbon gently tightened, the feeling only increased. your breasts were now firmly yet carefully secured between the ribbon, looking just like a present.
schlatt seemed to agree as he moved back in front of you, “i think this is the best present i’m getting all year.” he grinned, reaching out to pinch one of your nipples between his large, warm fingers.
“jay!” you squeaked, unable to do anything with your hands secured. not that you minded; you loved when schlatt played with your nipples, and he knew it too.
“yeah, toots?” he sat down on the bed and pulled you into his lap, now gently circling your nipples.
you couldn’t help but whine again, though it turned into a gasp when he replaced his fingers with his mouth, sucking at and nipping your breasts. meanwhile, his fingers moved down to your bare pussy, feeling the slick already gathering, “i want your fingers.” you begged as he traced your entrance.
he pulled off of your breast and chuckled. “you’re gonna have t’ be more specific.”
“schlatt!”
he chuckled again, but gave in. “okay, okay. calm down.”
with that, he carefully pushed two fingers in. the gentle stretch was familiar and welcome, especially as schlatt began to thrust his fingers in and out. his fingers were crooked slightly as well, searching for your g-spot. you were completely at his mercy due to the ribbons securing you.
a gasp escaped you as he finally found your g-spot, and you arched your back slightly. the ribbons tightened against you momentarily, forcing your breasts outward even more and catching schlatt’s attention. “shit, toots. you look so fuckin’ pretty.”
he picked up the speed of his fingers, and began to use his thumb to rub your clit. that had you tugging again, this time tightening the ribbon around your wrists. you wanted to touch him so badly, to cling to him as you came on his fingers. instead, you opted for riding his fingers, moving in one of the only ways you could.
between that, his battering of your g-spot and the attention he was giving your clit, you were close. he knew it too, a pleased smirk on his face as he watched you fall apart.
“jay, ‘m close.”
he grinned, eyes sparkling mischievously as he watched you. “yeah? you gonna cum on my fingers while you’re all tied up like a good girl?”
you nodded, riding his fingers with more fervor now and begging. “please jay. so close!”
schlatt knew just what would push you over the edge, and added a third finger. the stretch was amazing, and the additional finger added more pressure to you g-spot. it only took a few more bucks of your hips and thrusts from schlatt to have you coming all over his fingers.
as you rode out your orgasm, you continued to gently ride his fingers. your body arched, so all of the ribbons tightened against your wrists and chests. the added pressure made your head go fuzzy, and by the time you came back to it, schlatt was gently removing his fingers from inside of you and laying you down on the bed.
“you did so good f’ me, toots,” he smiled, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking your cum off of them. “you always taste so sweet.”
you returned the smile, shivering slightly as he began to undo the ribbons. “happy holidays to us.”
schlatt chuckled. “yeah, yeah. happy holidays to us.”
sorry for day one of kinkmas being late! i’m posting it right now. finals literally beat my ass into the ground. day two will still be uploaded later today :)
i’m about to post the 12 days of kinkmas 2024 masterlist! to the person who sent in a request that i think (?) was for kinkmas, if it’s okay i wanted to do that next week pre-kinkmas to celebrate my finals week. the timing was too good to resist!
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