Naughty Santa

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Naughty Santa

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: Elf Helper Reader sits in Mall Santa Touya's lap

Pairing: Pro Hero Dabi/Fem Reader

Content Warning: Smut, Public Sex, Crack, Horrible Christmas puns (you're a menace), Light Spanking(??it's like a single smack), Riding, Exhibition, Almost Caught, Praise Kink, Semi Clothed Sex, Mall Santa Dabi

Word Count: 2k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is the 5th part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

Don't be scared to be a lil naughty this year🤭

Prompt: Sitting on Santa's lap

My Masterlist

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Touya was somehow convinced ̶b̶u̶l̶l̶i̶e̶d̶ ̶ into being Santa Claus at the mall this year.

It's for a charity event the agency hosts every year, with the heroes and sidekicks playing Santa and his elves for the hoards of germ-riddled, snot-nosed, whiny brats.

Now normally, with it being his agency, Endeavor himself is supposed to be the one playing Santa again, as he'd done the previous years.

But last year, the flaming trash's temper flared at one point, causing his stupid flame beard to appear, burning away the fake Santa beard and promptly traumatizing most of the kids who witnessed it, which then dropped the agency's ranking.

So this year, needing a new Santa, it was decided that Touya, as his eldest and the next in line to inherit the agency, is to suffer as Santa.

The suit is stuffy and uncomfortable, the beard is a horror on his skin, and the children are loud, obnoxious and annoying, as children usually are.

He wants to go home.

His only saving grace, is you, dressed in that adorable little elf costume that has no business looking that sexy.

A little red and green dress that he's pretty sure is a size too small as it just barely covers your ass, stopping at mid thigh, with thigh high, red and white striped stockings leaving a thin sliver of skin, green and white shoes and hat, and fake elf ears.

That outfit can't be kid friendly.

Looking at the other sidekicks dressed as elves too, in relatively the same thing, he decides it's just him. The others look normal.

At least he has something to look at to keep him sane. 

And that's exactly what he does right now as you greet the first swarm of gremlins into Santa's Wonderland.

Whatever arousal he'd gained watching you was instantly gone at the grating sound of the high octave of children screaming and clapping.

It's gonna be a long day.

*****

"And we're done!” you chirp, bounding over as the last of the kids, a little girl, skips away, waving at everyone. Many sticky, screaming children later, Touya is finally free.

Seeing the drained look on his face, you smile softly at him. “I’m gonna help clean up if you wanna just rest a bit, okay?”

He hums tiredly in response and you press a quick kiss to his cheek before leaving. 

The chair he's been stuck in is soft and he's exhausted, so he just unbuckles the black belt, unzips the front of the Santa jacket and pulls off his white gloves, resting his head on his fist and letting his eyes slip shut. A small nap won't hurt.

*****

He wakes up to a weight on his lap and automatically complains. “I’m done being Santa!” he groans, damn near whining, stubbornly keeping his eyes closed.

“But Santa,” you coo, gliding your hand up his chest, over the white vest he wore under the costume, feeling the lines of hard muscle beneath the fabric. Pulling the fake beard down under his chin, you press a kiss to his lips and murmur against him, “What about what I want for Christmas?” 

Well that certainly got his attention. 

His eyes snap open to look at you, feeling your cheeky smile against his lips. Straddling his lap, hands balanced on his shoulders, you hum happily when he pulls you in closer by your waist and deepens the kiss, biting down softly on your bottom lip. 

You let your lips fall open and Touya slips his tongue into your mouth as you wrap your arms around his neck. He can feel himself grow harder and kisses you deeper, heated hands falling to trail up your thighs, under your dress, to your ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh there, before pulling away, leaning back and dropping both of his hands to your thighs to pull you down onto his bulge, groaning.

“Someone's gonna see us, Dolly,” he murmurs, eyes lidded and hot on you.

You pull the beard fully off, throwing it to the side somewhere, and drag him back in by the nape of his neck, muttering against his lips, “Everyone left. There’s only the cleaners at the back of the mall. I checked”

“Hmm, so? What do you want, baby?” he asks amusedly, voice husky and low.

You trail your lips up his jaw to his ear, whispering, “Fuck me, Santa,” your breath tickling his skin. "And keep the hat on."

He breathes out a moaning curse, muttering "Weirdo.", while squeezing your waist and holding you in place as he thrusts his hips up against you, groaning at the friction.

You moan softly at the feeling, and your lips twitch with the need to grin as you get a horrible idea and decide to say it anyway.

"You wanna go up my chimney?" You giggle, laughing even harder at the face he makes. "Gonna empty your sack in me, Santa?"

“Please, not the puns,” he groans, nipping at your bottom lip. 

"Let me jingle your bells?” you whisper, smiling cheekily against his lips. He rolls his eyes, surging in to capture your lips in a kiss to shut you up.

He won't admit outloud how adorable you are right now; sitting pretty in his lap in your little elf costume, muttering horrible Christmas puns in between giggles, but he might as well play along. 

He trails his lips down your neck, pressing kisses to your throat and dragging his tongue up and over your jaw, murmuring, "Mm, you been a good girl this year?", as he grinds up against you.

You shudder, biting your lip to try to stifle a breathy moan, as you automatically tilt your head back to give him more room to your neck. "Mm, no Santa. I've been naughty."

He can't believe he's doing this. The Christmas lights are still lit for fuck's sake, though the mall had turned the main lights out. The music is still playing yet here he is, defiling the Santa chair.

As he peppers your skin in little nips and marks, he hums, murmuring, "Naughty girls don't deserve presents."

You grind down against him, raking your nails down his chest. "I can be a good girl for you, Santa."

Sucking a mark just below your ear, he purrs, "I'll have to punish you if you can't, hm?", as he pulls down the zipper of your dress, before pulling it up and off of you, leaving you in just your underwear, the shorts that kept you modest and the thigh highs.

“Can I get on the nice list if I make Santa feel good?” you ask, batting your lashes up at him while rolling your hips.

Laughing lowly, he rips the shorts off, a little fire aiding the process, nipping at your bottom lip when you giggle, and muttering, "Depends." as he drops the tatters of the shorts to the floor near the dress. "On what?", you ask breathlessly as he unhooks your bra and discards that too. You arch into his hold when he grasps a handful of your tits, kneading the soft flesh.

"On how well you take me." He grins, pinching and playing with your nipple, pulling you back down for another searing kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth at the first gasp.

One hand remains playing with your chest as the other squeezes your ass slightly, then slides in between the both of you to palm his erection before moving and shifting you to sit up on your knees while he pulls his pants halfway down his thighs, freeing his straining erection. 

He thrusts his unclothed cock up against you, making you moan into his mouth and grind down your clothed cunt against him, the soaked panties gliding over him.

You're so wet he could probably just slide right into you.

When he maneuvers you to sit up again, you let out a little whine at the loss of friction that’s cut off by a choked moan when he pulls your panties to the side and eases two thick fingers into you.

"Greedy little elf,” he teases, curling his fingers inside you, feeling how easy you take him, opening up so well for him. 

He thrusts once, twice, scissoring them, then pulls them out, immediately lining up the thick head of his dick to your hole, dragging it through your wet folds.

It's all the warning you get before he pushes in, groaning as he pulls you down onto his fat cock, slowly but all at once bottoming out. 

Throwing your head back, you moan long and low as you dig your nails into the velvet material covering his shoulders.

He runs his hands up your sides, letting you adjust to the stretch, pushing you up and back so you're on display for him, in nothing but your elf hat, thigh highs and panties. He grips your ass, lifting you up before dropping you back down onto his lap, your cunt sucking in his dick. You moan, gripping his Santa jacket to stabilize yourself. 

“Ride me,” is all he says. But you're still shaking, still trying to adjust to the sheer size of him, so when you don’t move, the stinging slap to your ass causes you to yelp. "I said ride. Good girls do what they're told."

“I’m sorry, Santa,” you mumble out, shakily pushing yourself up on your knees. "I'll be good." You drop back down with a whine at the feeling.

“There's a good girl. Just like that,” he moans, keeping one hand on your ass while the other holds you steady by your waist.

He watches you bounce up and down on his lap, your tits bouncing with you.

He watches your head fall back as you moan like a whore as you fuck yourself silly on his cock where anyone can see if they just walk by, the filthy squelching of your sloppy pussy only barely drowned out by your moans, the jingling bells of your elf hat and the Christmas carols playing in the background.

His other hand slides down, grasping your other asscheek and kneads them both, before he spreads you.

With his feet planted on the floor and the firm grip on your ass, he holds you still as he fucks up into you, hard and fast, making your moans echo through the empty mall.

The faster his pace becomes, the louder you get until the sound of someone whistling pierces through the air, making you both freeze.

Fuck.

The security guard.

How horny could you have been to forget about the fucking mall security?!

He slows his thrusts to a deep grind, with small, barely there movements that make you bite your lip to keep from moaning and getting caught by the poor, unsuspecting guard.

Touya brings a hand around your neck, turning your face towards his to capture your lips in a slow, languid kiss that works to both turn you on impossibly more and absorb some of the noises you can’t help but make with Touya stuffing you so well.

You can hear the guard’s footsteps coming closer and for some reason, their proximity only has you getting hotter. He pulls away from the kiss with a grin, nipping at your ear.

“Naughty girl,” he whispers, kneading your ass as he rocks your hips. “I can feel you clenching around me. You want to get caught, don’t you? You want this poor guard to see you being stuffed full, and wish they're the one fucking you, hm?"

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, shaking; his hot breath on your skin where he whispers filth into your ear pushing you that bit closer the edge.

The whistling moves further away, and as hot as the danger of getting caught was, you relax when it passes.

At least until you feel a warm thumb pressed to your clit, rubbing firm circles, as Touya resumes pounding up into you, and that's all it takes.

You go rigid, clenching down on him as a string of whimpered swears leave you as you cum, slick gushing out around and on him, soaking his pants.

And the vice grip of your spasming cunt drags him over the edge with you. “Fuck baby, take Santa’s present.” he moans, cheeky, laughing and breathless, as he cums deep inside you.

Heady and stuffed full, you breathe, "Thank you, Santa."

As you come down from your high, he chuckles, caresses your back, and presses a kiss to your forehead. "You're welcome, baby."

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