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“No way,” you whined, cheeks aflame as Mina dragged you toward the line to take a picture with Santa Claus. Usually, you wouldn’t care much and go along with her, but this year was different.
Because everyone knew that Jeon Jungkook was being Santa this year.
That’s right, you heard it right, folks. The most attractive man you’d ever seen, the one that caused heat to flood in your cheeks and your thighs to squeeze together was playing Santa Claus. His friends had made it a big deal, telling anyone that would listen to them, shouting it at random people they passed on campus.
“You have to,” Mina shot back, digging her nails into your arm. You winced and drew it back, cursing yourself for not grabbing your thicker jacket for today. The mall was filled with people doing last minute gift shopping, just like you two were. “Come on, you said you would!”
“You can’t hold that against me, I was drunk!” you whisper-shouted, trying not to draw the attention of the parents in line with their children, all of you shuffling forward. “Can’t I just stand and not say anything—”
Mina raised her brow and locked your arms together, effectively making sure you wouldn’t be making any sort of getaway. “Nope, you have to do it. You promised you would and drunk wishes still count. Plus, we all know you’ve been thirsting for hi—”
“Okay, okay!” You nudged her with your elbow and stepped forward with her, closing in on the front of the line. “We don’t have to broadcast everything I said when I was incapacitated via alcohol.”
Mina only giggled beside you, bouncing anxiously while the two of you kept your place in line. It didn’t take long before you’d reached the front, your bottom lip probably looking completely swollen from all the biting on it you’d done in the past few minutes. The kids with Santa finally finished and bounced along to their mom waiting aside for them, leaving you and Mina up to go.
“This way, please,” a man dressed as an elf said, gesturing for you two to step forward. A closer look revealed him to be Min Yoongi, one of Jungkook’s friends that you’d seen before. Your mouth dropped open and—
“You look kinda grumpy to be one of Santa’s elves,” Mina said, raising her eyebrows at Yoongi.
He rolled his eyes and gestured forward more aggressively, standing ready beside the camera. “I don’t get paid enough to deal with your crap, Mina,” he grumbled. “Just go up for your picture.”
Mina let go of your arm and shoved you forward, moving to stand beside Yoongi. “Oh, it’s just her taking a picture.”
“Wait—what—” you sputtered.
She shot you two thumbs up. “I was just moral support! Go get it, tiger.”
Your cheeks felt hot as you shuffled over to Jungkook, who was clad in the slightly baggy Santa suit and fake huge belly. You gnawed on your bottom lip, taking in the hilariously fake white beard covering half his face and red hat covering his hair. His eyes widened when they met yours, like he recognized you—but you and him had never talked before, what with you being way too nervous to talk to someone as attractive as him.
You stood beside him, the both of you silent and awkward for a few beats. Your heart was thudding harshly in your chest when you heard a loud throat clearing from behind you. A quick glance showed Mina giving you a look and you sighed, swallowing roughly before you made to stand between his legs so you could sit properly.
Jungkook spread his legs to give you more room and brought his arms to his sides, hand coming around your waist the second you sat down on his lap. Mina must have been distracting Yoongi a bit with mindless chatter so you could do what you said you’d do. If you backed out, you reasoned with yourself, no one would ever know.
“And what do you want for Christmas?” Jungkook murmured, his thigh flexing underneath you. You kept your legs shut, just the sight of his eyes on yours and his palm against your waist making you paranoid that he’d be able to tell you were getting aroused.
You leaned closer to him, covering his ear with your hand for faux privacy. He tilted his ear toward you and you somehow found the courage to say it, telling yourself to just woman up since this would most likely be your one and only chance to say it to him.
“I want your cock for Christmas,” you whispered, hoping your cheeks weren’t giving you away, what with how hot they felt. His hand tightened on your waist, fingers digging into you as he took a sharp inhale.
“Is that your wish, ____?” he mumbled, voice hoarse and his other hand finding your thigh, resting his gloved hand there. You were surprised at the use of your name, not expecting to hear it from Jungkook’s lips.
“Y-yes,” you stuttered back, licking your lips and trying not to gasp when his hand slowly slid to your inner thigh, his fingers digging into the flesh, as if trying to pry your legs open in front of everyone to see.
“Smile for the camera,” Yoongi’s grouchy voice sounded, his eyes sharp on the two of you, no doubt realizing what was going on. “Now.”
You cleared your throat and sat up a bit straighter, smiling at the camera set up on the tripod as Yoongi ducked down a bit to take the photo. The flash nearly blinded you, making you blink rapidly after he’d taken the picture. Jungkook squeezed your thigh with his hand, not letting you get up immediately. You could see Mina going over with him to the computer to see the picture he’d taken, getting her wallet out from her bag.
Jungkook pulled you closer to him and leaned up to whisper in your ear, the hair from his fake beard tickling your skin briefly.
“Meet me in the bathroom by the cafe in a few minutes.”
You sat straight up in shock, eyes wide and cheeks more aflame than they had been before. He looked like a deer in headlights, as if he immediately regretted what he’d mumbled to you. Before you could overthink it, you nodded your head vigorously and got up from his lap, ducking your head in embarrassment as you shuffled over to Mina and Yoongi, who was already leaving to go back to the line of kids and the camera.
Mina handed you the photo, placing the second copy she must have asked for in her purse. You held it up as the two of you left the area, barely even able to tell that it was Jungkook behind the suit, besides his eyes, which were crinkled from a smile you couldn’t see behind the beard. His hands were on your waist and your thigh, looking rather innocent in the picture—but you knew that you were just lucky you hadn’t jumped him in front of all the children and parents in line.
“So, are we going home now?” Mina asked, walking along with you.
“Actually…” you trailed off nervously, unsure how to tell her what was about to go down. “Jungkook told me to meet him in a few minutes…”
“Oh my god!” Mina nearly screeched, stopping and grabbing your arm. She jostled you so hard you could feel your brain shaking around in your skull. “See! I told you it would be a good idea!”
“You just wanted to see me being embarrassed—”
“Hey, that was just a bonus! You’re gonna get that dick you’ve been drooling over for months—”
People were giving you odd stares and you clamped your hand over Mina’s mouth, effectively shutting her up. “Oh my god, we’re in public, shut up!” you whisper-shouted at her. She raised her hands up in surrender and you removed your hand from her face.
“So, is he gonna give you a ride home too or just a ride on his magic sleigh—”
“Mina, I swear to god—”
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop, I swear!” she chuckled, starting to walk again.
“Can you still give me a ride back? I’m pretty sure he’s not just gonna ditch work, the mall doesn’t close for another few hours.”
Mina nodded her head, giving you a wink. “Well, you have fun riding on Santa’s sleigh,” she joked. “I’ll do some more shopping while I wait, just gimme a call when you’re done.”
You waved her goodbye as she left toward the stores while you turned toward the cafe you could spot just a few feet away. The bathroom was right past it, in the corner by a bigger chain store. You hurried in, thankful that there weren’t many people around. You picked the male restroom and rushed in so no one would see you, hoping that this is the one Jungkook had meant and you wouldn’t have to deal with an awkward encounter with someone else.
Only a few minutes had passed before someone walked in, putting you on high alert—but when you faced the door, you met the eyes of Jungkook from behind the Santa Claus costume he had on. Closing the door behind him, he locked it and slowly walked to you.
When he was close enough, trapping you between the sinks and his fake Santa belly, you reached up and tugged the fake beard down, letting it rest under his chin instead so you could see his face. He wasted no time before he was pressing his lips to yours, moving his mouth against yours and swiping your bottom lip with his tongue.
You gasped into the kiss, putting your hands on his shoulder and giving him ample opportunity to lick into your open mouth, the belly brushing against your own while he pressed closer.
He kissed you for only a few more moments, leaving you breathless when he pulled away, heat pooling in your lower belly and between your thighs. He cursed and started to unzip the costume, yanking out the foam belly and tossing it aside onto the floor.
“Have you been naughty or nice this year, ____?” he growled, grabbing your face and pulling you closer, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your cheek and down to your neck, sucking and nipping as he went.
“I think I’ve been a bit naughty,” you gasped, arching your back as his hands worked on your shirt, yanking it up to your chin so he could caress your bare skin. His palms engulfed your breasts, fingers dancing across the swell of them briefly while he sucked roughly on your neck, making you keen loudly. He rolled his hips into yours and you could feel him, hot and hard in his baggy red pants.
“Yeah?” he asked harshly, dipping his hands into the cups of your bra, fingers finding your nipples easily and twisting them in his fingers. You whined and arched your back farther into him as he teased your nipples. “You have such beautiful tits, think Santa’s gonna need to see if you really deserve his cock,” he purred, pulling away from your neck and to your chest, lapping sloppy kisses into your skin as he worked his way down to your breasts. He tugged your bra down to reveal your breasts fully to his hungry eyes, not missing a beat before he wrapped his lips around one of the nipples while he twisted the other in his fingers.
You moaned and brought your arms around his shoulders, one of your hands going to his hair, tangling your fingers in the dark strands and knocking the Santa hat off his head in the process. He moved his mouth up to the swell of your breast, biting into it hard and a jolt of arousal went through your abdomen as he sucked the flesh into his mouth, his fingers working on the other nipple roughly.
Jungkook pulled back from your chest, leaving you heaving and breathless under his ministrations. You pulled him closer to press kisses against his mouth, licking into it and rocking your hips into his while you rested against the sink. He groaned and pulled away from your lips, whirling you around to face the mirror while he undid the buckle of his belt.
As he worked on getting his pants undone, you reached back and gripped him through his pants, making him intake a breath sharply, his dark eyes meeting yours in the mirror. You fondled him through his pants and he finally got the belt undone, dislodging your hand as he dropped the baggy pants to his ankles, leaving him in only his boxers.
“You gonna jingle these balls, baby?” he murmured, winking at you through the mirror. You bit your lip to hold back the laugh and nodded your head.
“Don’t I deserve your cock?” you purred, starting to unbutton your own pants.
“You do,” he said distractedly, hands finding your hips while you undid your pants. Before you could do it yourself, Jungkook’s fingers found the hem of your pants and panties and yanked them down roughly in one go to your ankles. You stepped out of them quickly, shoving them to the side as Jungkook shoved his boxers down enough to tug his hard cock out. Your mouth nearly salivated at the sight of it.
You bit your lip hard as he stroked it a few times, spreading the precum up and down its length. You shivered, anticipation building inside of you while your thighs started to feel slick with your arousal just from the thought of its girth spreading you open.
Jungkook pressed closer to you and rubbed the head of his cock up and down your slit, nudging your legs with his to open them more. You braced yourself against the sink, gripping the edge with your hands tightly as he pushed the tip in slowly. You were breathing harshly as he did, the only sound in the bathroom being the slick sounds from your pussy and your labored breathing.
Jungkook rolled his hips forward gently, pushing in halfway and stopping to let you adjust. You clenched tightly around him, your hips working on their own and rocking back on his cock for more. “Fuck,” he muttered, wrapping an arm around you to rest it on your abdomen, right above your pussy. You shivered as his nails dragged against your skin, shooting tendrils of pleasure through you with the combined feeling of his cock filling you up. “Your greedy little pussy is sucking me in.”
“Please,” you panted, rocking back on him. “Please, I need more—”
“Yeah?” he interrupted, rolling his hips and shoving himself in deeper. You groaned and nodded, shutting your eyes as pleasure started to spread sparks through your nerves. “Does that dirty cunt of yours need my cock to fill it?” he purred.
“Yes, yes, it needs your cock all the way inside—”
“Because you’re such a cock-hungry slut, aren’t you?” he asked, groaning as he bottomed out. You gasped and nodded your head, clenching hard as you felt him reaching every part inside of you. You could feel the head nudging at your cervix and you were surprised at how pleasurable it felt—no man had ever reached so deep inside before.
“Please,” you whimpered, clenching sporadically around him. “Please fuck me, Jungkook,” you cried.
“That’s right, beg for my cock,” he mumbled, starting to pull out. Your pussy clenched hard, trying to suck him back in. He moaned and started a hard but slow pace, constantly rubbing against your g-spot with each movement.
“Please, please, faster—” you said breathlessly, trying to move your hips to meet his thrusts, feeling your pleasure build already.
Jungkook took mercy on you and started to move faster, slamming into you with a punishing force and knocking your hips into the sink repeatedly. You let out broken moans with every thrust of his hips, his cock dragging against your walls. You grabbed at the sink’s edge harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the bathroom.
Before you knew it, your orgasm hit you with a bruising force, making you clench tighter around Jungkook, your toes curling in your shoes. He groaned and fucked you through it, aiming deeper as you trembled in his hands. He pressed closer and didn’t hesitate to bring his hand up to your breast, cupping it in his hand and massaging it, tweaking your nipples in his fingers. You whined, letting your head fall back against his shoulder while you came down, hips still rolling against his to prolong the bliss.
“Guess Santa’s coming to town,” Jungkook mumbled against your ear while he peppered your neck with kisses. You huffed out a chuckle at the comment, lips parting and eyes shut while he continued to fuck you harshly, his cock slamming into your cervix roughly with every thrust and you winced.
“Ah—not so deep, not so—” You cut yourself off with a loud gasp as his hand moved from your breast to your clit, fingers rubbing into it roughly while he pounded into you from behind, not slowing his pace. He seemed to even be trying to get deeper than he already was, cock battering your cervix over and over, as well as your g-spot, while his fingers worked mercilessly on your swollen clit.
“You’re taking my cock so good,” he purred, nipping at your neck. “I bet your hungry womb is just begging for me to fill it up,” he growled, continuing to slam his cock in as deep as he could. “Don’t you want a big load for this dirty pussy?”
You could feel tingles building up quickly again from the combined methods of his cock, fingers, and the dirty words he was saying right into your ear. You nodded weakly, your hips moving erratically.
Jungkook pinched your clit between his fingers roughly and your body jolted, orgasm rushing through you unexpectedly and harder than it had before. You felt like a fish out of water, mouth moving and breaths coming quick as you reached up and behind you to grab at Jungkook’s shoulders while he fucked you harder, fingers playing with your clit.
“Use your words, baby,” he said, slamming all the way in and holding himself still while you clenched like a vice around his cock, the ecstasy burning through all of your nerves until it left you buzzing, barely able to stop your knees from giving out.
Jungkook kept his hand on your pussy while he waited for you to come down. “Yes,” you whispered, still clenching around his hard cock. “Yes, I want all your come inside, please—please let me have it,” you begged, arousal already slicking your thighs even wetter than they were.
“I suppose good girls get to have Santa’s load,” he cooed, starting up a shallow and hard pace, not letting his cock pull out more than a few centimeters as he chased his own high. Jungkook’s hand came up to grab your hair, yanking your head back and a shot of arousal traveled from your neck down to your pussy, making you clench tight while he moved. “I’m going to fuck you full of my come, baby,” he growled quietly into your ear, keeping his hold on your hair “Ho ho hope you enjoy your gift.”
After half a dozen strokes, Jungkook pushed in as deep as he could and held himself still as he came, ropes of his seed spurting against your cervix and filling you up, your pussy clenching sporadically around him as he released.
“That’s right,” Jungkook whined, shutting his eyes as he grinded his hips against you, cock twitching inside of you. “Milk me with that dirty cunt of yours.”
You shuddered at his words, reaching your hand down between your thighs and finding your clit easily, rubbing it a few times until you came again, clenching tight around Jungkook’s softening cock inside of you, his come already starting to drip out of you.
He pulled out of you slowly and you winced, automatically clenching to try to keep the come from slipping down your thighs. Jungkook shuffled behind you, but before you could look back at him, his fingers were dragging up and down your slit. You whined and he pushed three fingers inside of you immediately, rubbing against your filled walls and brushing against your g-spot a few times. You could feel your stomach twisting with your arousal, but Jungkook pulled his fingers out of you and left you clenching around nothing.
He bent down and pulled his pants up, buckling his belt around the baggy red pants. You made eye contact through the mirror and he smirked at you, handing you your panties and jeans. You swallowed and took them with a quiet, “Thank you,” before you followed his lead and pulled them over your legs, his come still inside of you and you still clenching for some relief from his fingers.
“Keep all of that inside of you,” he demanded, leaning close and pressing a kiss to your cheek from behind you. You could feel heat spreading all through your body and he pulled your phone from your purse, holding it out to you. You furrowed your brows and unlocked it for him, watching him silently as he pressed on the screen.
“Are you putting your number in?” you asked breathlessly.
He met your eyes in the mirror and grinned wickedly. “I want you to go home, get in bed, and make yourself come while you’re filled to the brim with me,” he purred, the smirk never leaving his face even as your thighs squeezed together tightly. “And you won’t have your fingers in that pretty cunt of yours until I’m on the line, listening to you.”