Joyful Night
Pairing: Santa Claus (Nikamund The Red) x fem!reader
Rating: explicit (MINORS BE GONE)
word count: 1.9k
warnings: oral sex, penetration, creampie, nipple play.
Summary: You comfort your husband after his Christmas night run.
A/N: you know what the fuck is going on. This actually got a little sentimental but what’s porn without a story? Not beta’d. Credit to the gif maker(s).
You’ve never worried over Nik.
Not once.
But when the reindeers arrived back at the property without him bickering over them in the sleigh, you instantly knew something was wrong.
“Oh, my darling boys,” you coo, running your hands over their tufted fur coats. You needed to set aside some time to groom them later in the week. “What trouble has he gotten himself into now?”
One the deers snorts in response and you chuckle to yourself. “You’re right, Prancer, although I think the ankle monitor was a bit overboard, don’t you?”
As much as you wanted to jump in the sleigh and track down your bungling husband, you knew better. Nikamund was the kind of guy who would never back down from any kind of a fight. It stays a secret from the rest of the world but you knew Ole’ Saint Nick as the person he really was.
A warrior.
You knew exactly what you needed to do.
“Stay put!” you instruct the herd, turning on your heel to run back into the house. You dashed down to the basement, pulled up a “broken” floorboard and dug up Nik’s old hammer from the olden days. Skullcrusher, is what he affectionately calls it.
You test the weight of the once heavily swung tool in your hands, fingers gently trailing over the etchings in the haft. Nikamund put this once beloved weapon down to rest for a reason, wanting to leave that part of him behind as he wanted to forget his past. You always reminded him that he should never be ashamed of his past, that there was a silver lining in all of the bloodshed. It was, by the good grace of the universe, where you two met.
With a final notion, you drag the hammer back up to the waiting reindeer with a note attached to it.
“Off you go! Bring him back in one piece, if you can.” You stand back as they rear up, galloping before they eventually take off into the inky night sky. You shiver a bit, pulling your thick coat snug across your shoulders more. A ping of worry creeps into your mind but you push it down as far as it can go. You know that one way or another, Nik would make his way back to you.
He always does.
Nodding off to sleep in front of the fireplace, you’re startled as hooves sound out beyond the door seemingly hours later, signaling the return of the reindeers. You jump out of your chair in haste, bolting to the door and throwing it open.
Nikamund teeters out of the sleigh, muttering some words to the herd as he unleashes their harnesses. He stops when Dancer bellows out, catching his attention.
“Oh, my love!” you cry, embracing him. He hisses as your bodies mesh together and you step back to get a good look at him.
“You look like shit, which is better than normal.” you observe the cuts and bruises that mark up his face, beard caked in blood. “I pray this isn’t yours.”
Nik grins smugly at you, hand rubbing circles on your back. “Of course it is.”
You shake your head, exhaling slowly. “What am I going to do with you? Did you at least finish your job?”
Nik gestures back to the sleigh. “Fuckers got my sack but I promise I finished my route.”
“Good. Now, come inside for a bath. I’m sure you have much to tell me.”
….
You stare up at Nik as he finishes up his story, carefully tending to the wound on his lower stomach. “So the rich family was almost taken out by assassins and you stopped them? And the son was stealing from his own mother?”
Nik nods his head as he recounts some details he missed out on before. “Yeah, yeah, but don’t forget the girl Trudie, she was absolutely adorable and oh! Get this: the bad guy, yeah, his name was Ebenzer Scrooge.”
You huff out a laugh, pleased with your work. “Bullshit.”
“If I’m lying, I’m dying. And well..I..kinda did die tonight but ya know, christmas magic and all.”
You stand to your full height, running your hands up his chest. “After all these years, you still haven’t changed a bit.”
Nikamund hums, lowering his forehead until it touches yours. “I got you, so I think I’m doing pretty good.”
The forehead touch turns into a nose nuzzle which ends in a kiss that steals your breath. You indulge only for a second, giggling at your husband as he chases your lips with a pout of his own.
“And what, Mrs. Claus, would you like for christmas?” he asks.
You raise an eyebrow. “I’m very certain you know what it is.”
A shared look and a second silence, Nik lifts you up before throwing you over his shoulder, jogging to your shared bedroom.
“Hey!” you squeal, ducking your head before it clashes with the doorframe. “Watch it!”
Nik drops you on the bed with absolutely zero grace and you barely have time to adjust yourself before he’s tugging at your robe, trying urgently to get it off.
“Baby, it’s not going anywhere.” You attempt to explain with no luck. Nik’s eyes grow dark with lust as he finally unwraps his present, the strain in his boxers becoming more apparent.
“I know, it’s just been a long night and I really fucking need you--ugh!”
He leans over in pain, holding up a finger as you sit up. “No, shit, it’s ok, I’m ok-”
You sigh and slide off of the bed, motioning for him to sit down. “You big buffoon of a man. Lay down.”
“I told you, I’m fine.”
“Nikamund I will not repeat myself.”
Nik hangs his head in defeat, allowing you to help him settle against the headboard. You position yourself on your knees laying vertically, rubbing your hand up and down his erection. His moan makes his way down to your pussy and you squeeze your legs tightly to relieve some pressure.
His cock springs out, slightly curved near the top. You rub your thumb over the leaking head, pumping it a few times before taking it into your mouth.
“Ah, just like that.” he groans, left hand creeping upward from the back of your thigh to the supple flesh of your ass. “I’ve missed you so much.”
You pull up off him, wiping at your mouth. “It’s not like you don’t see me 364 days out of the year.”
Carefully straddling his lap, you take to rubbing your center up and down his cock, mewing at the sensation pulsing through you. Nik becomes inpatient, tugging at your hips to get you to shift up.
“Quit being a fucking tease already.”
You scoff humorlessly, shaking your head. “You know, you asked me what I wanted for christmas.”
“You never gave me a definite answer.” He cocks an eyebrow.
You grin fondly, spreading your fingers across his bare chest. It was covered in all sorts of tattoos, markings and stories about his viking days now immortalized into his very being.
Nikamund notices the change in your demeanor.
“Do you miss it?” you say, after a few moments of silence.
Nikamond pauses, a frown forming over his features. “Sometimes. There was one day, though, that’ll stay with me forever.”
“Oh?’ you lean your head to the side, inquisitive.
“Yeah. We had been instructed to hit a little village just north of where we were. They said it was because negotiations turned sour but honestly it was an unmitigated hunger for greed. We started with the houses in the front, surrounding the entire place so that there were no survivors left behind. But before we could even make a move, there was this..sound. A war cry.”
You shift your position a little, eyes casted downward.
“We were all stunned, bracing ourselves for a whole army to appear but there was only you.”
Nikamund tenderly grabs your chin, lifting up your face to meet your eye.
“I only saw you. A mad woman in all her glory. We didn’t stand a chance.”
“I kicked your ass that day.”
Nik chuckles, a familiar twinkle in his eye. “And we’ve been kicking ass ever since.”
You surge forward, locking your lips with his in a heated passion. Nikamund ruts against your throbbing pussy and you finally give in to your husband, reaching a hand behind you and slipping him into your waiting warmth.
You both whine at the contact, Nik not waiting to take it slow as he clutches your hips, digging his fingers into you hard enough that you’d feel his fingers long after they’re gone. Taking control, you hold Nik’s hands above his head, grinding your hips so that his cock nearly pops out of you before slamming yourself back down so that he is fully entrapped.
“Look at you,” you gasp, trying your hardest to ignore the cramp growing in your back. “Losing yourself in my cunt. Tell me you love it.”
“I fucking love it.” he rasps, veins bulging out in the side of his neck. You like a strip up a pulse, moaning over the teasing he was doing of your nipples by lightly pulling at them with his teeth.
A quick change of positions has you both on your sides, your right leg thrown over his own. Nikamund slides his cock back into you easily, his thrusts slowing down to a steady rhythm. His fingers continue to taunt your breasts, adding on to the budding orgasm ready to escape you at a moment's notice.
Nik hits your spot, fingers trailing down from your tits to ghost over your creamy clit. He flicks the pearl with precision and care, groaning in your ear as you whimper.
“Please, baby, I’m gonna cum.”
Nik quickens his pace just to tantalize you before slowing down again, leaving you on edge.
“You gonna come? Hm?” he asks you, angling your face so that he could look you in the eye. “Gonna come on my cock?”
You nod your head furiously, eyes fluttering closed as his fingers clamp around your clit. “Yes, yes, yes, please.”
“Go on.”
A few more strokes and you come undone, head thrown back as your mouth pops open in a silent cry. You mutter unintelligible words, legs shaking violently while your body spasms. Nikamund doesn’t stop there, content with fucking you through your orgasm which leads you to another.
It’s there as your muscles contract, squeezing and engrossing him deeping into your pussy that Nikamunds breathing picks up, hips stuttering in motion as he bites down on your shoulder.
You intertwine your hand in his as he comes inside of you, cum oozing and spilling out as his cock contracts.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. So perfect.”
The crackling of the fireplace in the living room is the only sound that can be heard over your heavy breathing, Nik’s now softened cock hanging halfway outside of you.
“Baby?”
“Hm?” Nikamund hums, eyes lidded over in post sex bliss.
“You’re a good man.”
You can’t see it but Nikamund smiles, lips gracing your cheeks and the lower part of your jaw. He sits completely still, feeling your body as it goes limp in his hold. He snuggles closer to you, grabbing the ruffled comforter and tucking it over both your bodies.
Nikamund could’ve led a very different life and he’s still unsure what he’s done but now he spends his days making toys, dealing with all his elves, being slobbered on by his reindeer.
It’s a life worth living.
As his eyes come to a close, likely from the heavy bouts of exhaustion getting ready to hit him like a freight train, Nikamund presses one last kiss into your skin.
“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Claus.”
