Exclusive advent calendar 4. Naughty list

Krampus x fem!reader || dom/sub, double penetration, tail play, anal sex, dirty talk, (lowkey) praise kink

You are waiting impatiently for Santa to show up, to give you the gift you dutifully asked for, when another monster ends up down your chimney. The moment Krampus lands on his ass over the ashes of the fire you put down earlier, you are as surprised to see him as he’s to see you. You scream and he screams. (You wish you were recording just to see how funny that moment was.)

You are speechless, staring at him with your mouth hanging open, gaping at him. You were expecting the big dude, but instead you got him… And you aren’t mad. Or at least some part of you isn’t. You don’t know what it is about him, that as soon as your eyes travel down his body, your blood is boiling with anticipation. You have to press your tights together to get some friction and try to release some of the tension in your clit.

“Why- why are you here?” You ask him, confused and a bit nervous.

He laughs at you, his smirk so big you can see his big fangs gleaming in the low lights of your Christmas tree. “I don’t know, you tell me. Are you on the naughty list, angel?” The pet name makes butterflies go crazy in your tummy, your face getting as hot as your lower half.

“N-no,” you stuttered. “I’ve been very good,” you tell him. But you aren’t sure if it’s true. You only know what you asked for, and then you got him… So maybe you weren’t as good as you thought?

“Have you?” He asks, bemusedly. He walks to you, stopping right in front of your body, his big horns and creepy face getting as close as possible before he says: “Do you want to prove how good you’d been?” He whispers it against your lips, almost close enough to kiss you, but he doesn’t, and you lament it. You want to be devoured by him.

“How?” You ask, innocently, fidgeting with the hem of your long Christmas shirt. You aren’t wearing anything underneath, and the spark of naughtiness only makes it hotter.

He smirks once again, this time bigger and more creepy. “Are you going to let me fuck your pretty holes in that slutty outfit?” He deadpans, his hands landing on your hips and drawing your body against his furry chest. You inhale his scent and your body ignites.

“Ye-yes,” you whisper, your pussy already clenching over nothing, needy and desperate.

“Such a good girl already, being all nice and cute for me,” he praises.

You feel your face getting hot and you let out a screech when he throws you over his shoulder, laughing as you mumble curses. He walks into your room, and throws you on the mattress, face down. You instantly get on your knees, face down, offering yourself to him completely.

“Not such a good girl anymore, angel… Asking for monster cock, what a naughty, naughty girl,” he chuckles. You try to push your hips back, but he stops you, a hand between your shoulder blades pressing you down as he growls. “You don’t move without permission, angel. You take what I give you when I give it to you, understood?” You nod against the sheets, the hair on his legs tickling the back of yours, a reminder that he’s right there.

He gives you no heads up before his calloused fingers are probing you entrance, your whole body shivering in anticipation. And he doesn’t disappoint. Soon, he pushes two fingers inside your needy pussy, being careless and rough, but just fucking perfect.

“You are so wet and hot, fuck, your pussy is magnificent, angel,” he praises as he twists his fingers until your eyes are rolling back into your head. “I bet you are going to feel perfect around my cock,” he adds, making you whine. You want it. You want it so bad. “What was that, angel? Do you want my cock?” He asks, amused. You nod again, tears of need filling your eyes. “Such a greedy girl… So desperate and naughty for me.” He pushes his fingers further, adding a third that feels like too much and not enough at the same time.

“Are you ready?” You nod again, your face squeezed against the mattress. “Words, angel,” he chastises.

You turn your face to the side, watching him when you scream: “Yes. Yes. YES!” You push your ass back and earning yourself a warning slap, followed by a chuckle before you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your greedy hole.

“Fuck, you feel better than I thought, you feel fucking perfect, angel. Your pussy was made for me. So hot. So wet,” he keeps mumbling praises to your pussy as he pushes further and further, until he’s so deep you can feel it in every cell of your body at the same time. It’s fucking maddening how perfect his cock feels inside of you.

He thrusts in and out slowly at first, but soon he’s pounding you from behind, clapping sounds sounding louder and louder as he goes faster and faster. You chant his name over and over as he grabs your hair and pulls up to arch your back further. Your drool is covering your chin as you feel the tip of his tail probing your asshole. You cry out and come around his dick, making him grunt and go harder, bouncing on your ass.

He doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking your pussy as his tail gets deeper and deeper inside your backdoor, sending sparks of pleasure up your column, melting your brain into a puddle of desperation and need, pleasure and desire. It’s maddening, you’ve never felt so much pleasure at the same time, and it’s frying all the nerves in your body.

“Are you going to be a naughty girl for me again, angel? Are you going to come around my cock and my tail this time?” He growls, his hands leaving bruises on your hips as he uses your body like a fleshlight, fucking in and out of your pliant body like the monster he is. He fucks in and out of your holes like a piston, the sounds of sex and pants are the only thing you can hear as he keeps whispering naughty things and praises, but you are too far gone to understand them. Your brain is melting. “Are you going to come like the messy naughty girl you are?” He asks next.

You want to answer, you want to say yes, but before you can, another orgasm washes over your body like a tidal wave, pushing you over the edge with a shout as he roars behind you. You feel the first shot of his cum inside your welcoming core at the same time you vision whites out and your ears ring with static, the pleasure so high you can’t feel or hear anything else.

He pulls back and your body sags against the mattress, your pussy feels raw and used, and it’s the best feeling in the world. He disappears for a second, just to reappear with a glass of water, leaving it on your night table. “Drink this when you recover, angel,” he instructs, making your insides all warm. “This wasn’t the first time someone wanted me for Christmas, but it was definitely the one I enjoyed myself more. I hope to see you on the naughty list next year, angel…” And then he disappears in thin air, leaving your holes messy and your body still trembling.

Best. Christmas. Gift. Ever.