Advent calendar: Day 11. Caught in a trap

Krampus x gn!reader || dom/sub (dom!reader), role-play, bondage, degradation, dirty talk, oral sex, (light) edging

You had a vendetta with Santa Claus, so you prepared a trap to get him this year. He would finally answer to your questions and maybe get kicked in the nuts. Maybe. But to your surprise and utter mortification, it’s not Santa in the trap.

Fuck. You caught the wrong monster.

There, in the middle of the forest, tangled in the bobby trap you set, there’s a krampus. A very naked, very pretty krampus suspended in midair. His body looks so graceful in the air, and his dick is hanging limp between his legs, huge and soft… Not that you are looking, you are definitely not.

“Oh my God, I’m so so so sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll release you…” You tell him, apologizing profusely over and over as you try to reach for the lights.

But he stops you with a hiss when your hand is hovering over the cord. You stop, looking at him intently as you look over him. Something inside of you is begging you to do something… something naughty.

“What if I don’t want you to release me?” He asks, his voice tense and vulnerable.

“What?” You don’t know what to say, your brain trying to catch up with his words, your body already reacting to the prospect of playing with the tied krampus in front of you. Fuck, your blood feels like it’s boiling.

He licks his lips, looking intently at you, up and down, up and down… He’s checking you out in the least subtle way possible, and his smirk shows how much he likes what he’s seeing. “What if… What if I like to be at your mercy?” He finally questions, a tremble running down your body at his words.

“Are you joking?” You finally respond, completely shook about what he’s offering. You want it more than anything. Fuck, you want that more than you need air. But… is he for real?

“I- N- No,” he stutters. “I really want you to…” He confesses in a whisper.

You never thought krampus would be so freakingly adorable, and it’s throwing you off a bit. You are as confused as him, but something inside of you is blooming with pent up tension already. Your arousal pooling on your lower abdomen as he licks his lips and you mirror him. He stares at your mouth intently, and you feel your pulse skip a beat. Yeah… You definitely want to make him insane with pleasure.

His naked body moves against the restrains, the tree he’s hanging from cracking under the movement. He looks up alarmed, but you see his dick bobbing as it fills up. Oh… someone likes a bit of danger. And it happens to be one of your kinks, too…

You stare a bit longer, not saying anything and making him squirm against the lights around his body. But you finally break the silence and ask: “Are you sure?” He nods vigorously, his horns accidentally hitting the tree behind him, making you bite your lip to hold back the laughter threatening to spill. He’s so cute, and his dick looks so good… You want to devour him. “So you really want to be mine?” You ask, a bit of truth permeating your words.

You need to remain in character, you remind yourself, this is all for him… His fantasy.

You approach his tied body slowly, pushing him a bit just to see him rock in the air as you chuckle. His dick is bobbing as he moans, precum already shining on the tip. You stop his body and grab the lights, helping him remain still as your nails travel across his exposed skin. A moan escapes his mouth again, his eyes rolling back as you touch his sensitive nipples.

When you get to his hard dick, you start jerking him off slowly until he’s a mess and his dick is completely covered in precum, pathetic and ready to burst, begging you to let him come. “You look so pathetic like that, whimpering as I jerk you off. Poor silly krampus, all horny and unable to come…” He whines again, making you chuckle. And then you can’t hold your character anymore. “I love when you are like this, honey, I love how desperate you sound, how pretty your moans are when you are about to come…” you jerk him off faster, stopping right when you feel he’s about to come, “and I stop.” He cries out your name mixed with a plea, making you feel powerful and desired. “Tell me, tell me how pathetic you are,” you order.

“I- I’m- I’m pathetic,” he stutters, your hand moving only when he’s talking. Stopping as soon as he’s done.

“Tell me you are a pathetic little monster for me to play with,” you instruct again.

“I’m your pathetic little monster…” He repeats, a groan breaking his voice at the end of the sentence when your nail presses against the slit of his dick.

“Annnnnd?” You ask, being a little shit, your finger playing with his slit until he’s whimpering constantly and his precome is oozing so abundantly that your whole hand is wet.

“For you to play with,” he finished between gritted teeth. He seems frustrated and pathetic, and you love it.

“Good boy,” you say as you lower your head and suck on the tip of his cock as a reward, making him buckle against the restraints. “Such a pretty cock, so tasty,” you tell him, slurping around his shaft and making his eyes roll back into his head as you moan around him. You know the vibrations drive him wild.

He screams your name and you grab his balls, squeezing a bit harder than necessary, loving the way he whimpers as you do so. “Are you ready to make a mess for me, honey? Are you ready to be good for me and come all over yourself like the pathetic silly monster you are?” He whimpers at your words, his head bobbing as you jerk him off faster, harder, squeezing every time you go down. “Now,” you order.

He curses like a madman, words in any language he can speak, his yes rolling back as his body tenses under your hands. He explodes with a shout, your name sounding like a prayer on his lips as he comes and comes and comes… It’s exhilarating to be the one making him come so hard, for so long. It drives you crazy with desire to know you are the one who caused it.

“Next time, I’ll tie you,” he whispers, breaking you out of your dream-state. His voice is rough after all the screaming, and you find that incredibly hot. You chuckle as you help him out of the tangle of lights, his legs buckle under him, his hooves making a comical sound as he trips and almost falls. “You’ll pay for this, you know, right?” He asks you, sending a sticky eye your way.

“Oh, yeah… I’m counting on it.”