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“Cheeks, you’ve got a customer in room 4.”
She rolled her eyes and walked towards the back. The heels of her pleasers clicked against the floor until she opened the curtain for room 4. A small guy sat there, hands fidgeting as he devoured her with his eyes.
Cutesy was her thing. Despite the pleasers adding 6 inches in height, they were paired with white ruffled socks. A pink plaid skirt— if you could call the garment that— left nothing to the imagination. She wasn’t called Cheeks for nothing. With her tied-up white collared shirt, she was a picturesque schoolgirl, ready to be punished.
Except the only punishment she would receive is another hour of boredom and dry conversation. It’s the same thing every weekend. Men will come in, see her defy gravity on the pole, and fork out hand over fist to get a private room with her. After the club matron explains the rules to them, they sit there hard as nails until Ochako graces the room with her presence.
“Hi sweetheart,” she drawls. “I’m Cheeks. Nice to meet you.”
After nervously looking up at her body, with his eyes boring into her muscles, he just nods in lieu of an answer. Sigh. Another night in Loserville.
“Why don’t you lean back, get comfortable yeah?” He nodded fastidiously again and sank deeper into the recliner. She pressed play on the radio that was already queued up for her private set and allowed the music to take over her body. When she first started dancing she was stiff as a board. Camie showed her how to move her body gracefully and own the music instead of it owning her.
The moment she starts dancing, his hand moves to his crotch, and she knows where this night is going. She’s grateful that this asshole paid for a whole half an hour and will only use 5 minutes of it, but part of her longs for conversation and raunchy touches with the opposite sex.
Like she guessed, his eyes rolled back just 6 minutes later and she didn’t even have to take her top off. He dotes some compliments on her and slides a tip into her cleavage. As he’s closing his wallet, she gets a glimpse of a picture of his wife and children, and her face immediately sours.
With her birthday and Christmas approaching, work at the toy store ramps up and the club does too. No one wants to be at home with their families during the holidays. They want to watch her on stage and spend the money intended for the very toys she has on sale the next day.
“Room 4’s done,” she shouts out after he leaves. “I’m going home.” After tipping out, she changed from her pleasers to trainers and drove to her little apartment blanketed in snow.
Inside her little 1 bedroom, haphazardly strung Christmas lights twinkle. Her cat crossed between her legs as she shucked off layers of clothing on her way to the bedroom.
Astrid plopped in bed right next to her. “We need to get railed girl… and fast. Maybe not you though. You’re spayed.” Astrid looked at her in contempt before she was promptly put out.
Angry meows from outside the bedroom door and a gentle buzzing beneath the sheets lured her to sleep.
———
The store was in a state of chaos.
“What the hell happened?” Ochako shucked off her coat and quickly clocked in.
“A few of our elves called out, and we got our truck late so all the patrons that were here yesterday who couldn’t get their stuff are pissed and are here today,” Tsu recounted. “Iida’s on his way in, so things should tidy up then.”
Their manager, Tenya Iida, ran a tight ship. The state of disarray would be resolved the second he walked into the store. Until then…
“And why is Izuku crying?”
“You do NOT want to know.”
A few hours into her shift, all order was restored by Iida’s commanding leadership and a spur of the moment sale that bribed their customers into good behavior.
As customers cleared out of the store, she finally got the chance to breathe and tidy up the aisles.
Bent over in a ball pit, she heard a husky voice sound behind her. “Excuse me.”
With a snap she popped out, her hair a wild mess and her name badge lost in the pit. Not again!
“Hiya! Sorry about that. Welcome in, can I help you find something?”
His eyes roved over her body and she instinctively shuttered. Plenty of men came into her store every day that saw her dance the night before, but no one ever recognized her. She made sure of it. At night she was all dolled up, typically in a wig or with spray color in her hair, makeup decorating her face and accentuating those high cheeks. In the store? She was just Ochako, plain as the day she was born.
“Yeah. I’m looking for this,” he held out his phone with a picture of a toy as most parents do.
“You’re in luck, we just got that in stock today, let me show you to it!”
She felt her eyes on her back as he walked behind her to the aisles. The fire trucks were all in one section, and she bent at the knee to grab one from the bottom shelf. “Here you go. Do you need anything else?”
The pair stood in silence for a minute as he looked back down at his phone. Okay, not much of a talker I see. While he was distracted she got the opportunity to look at him. His blonde hair sat on his head like he ran a hand through it and called it a day, but the chaos of it suited him. She could’ve sworn those red eyes had specks of gold inside of them, at least she thought she saw them behind his blown pupils. He wore a long, black peacoat that fit perfectly and screamed old money, which was perfectly complemented by the loafers adorning his feet so shiny she could see her reflection.
“My son wants these things.” Son. Her eyes instinctively went to his left hand which was noticeably absent from a wedding ring. His eyes followed hers and he realized what she was doing before his face split into a grin.
If he wasn’t handsome before.
“Not married. I’m a single dad.”
Her face flushed beet red before she took his phone. “So sorry, I just instinctively— I didn’t mean to insinuate— again, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s all good, Pink Cheeks.”
The nickname made her smile softly as she stared at the list below. “Wow, he loves fire-related things, doesn’t he? You’re going to need a basket.”
She waved him over her shoulder as she walked to the front of the store to retrieve a cart. “Yeah, I’m hoping I don’t raise a little pyromaniac.”
“Every parent’s nightmare,” she laughed. “I taught preschool and I had one kid obsessed with firetrucks, but he thought they were there to spray fire on things!”
He followed her throughout the store as she placed the items in his basket. “Cheeky little shit,” he laughed.
“I know, right?” she laughed. “Those kids were a trip! But I’m sure your son will grow out of it. How old is he?”
Ochako reached for the last toy on a top shelf but lost her footing. Strong arms bracketed her and stabilized the box at the same time. His scent overwhelmed her— a smoky campfire with hints of sweet leather.
“He’s six.”
With ease, he grabbed the box from her hands and placed it in the cart. Left there to quell her racing heart, he turned for the register and she followed behind him. “I’ll ring you up since I’m here.”
He placed his items on the counter for her to scan. “Why aren’t you teaching anymore?”
Ochako blew air out of her nose in laughter and relaxed her shoulders. “Remember when Marie Kondo took over everyone’s lives for a little bit? And she said to get rid of anything that didn’t spark joy. It didn’t bring me joy. So I got rid of the job and the boyfriend,” she giggled. “I needed something exciting, more action packed.”
His lips curved into a smirk as she continued to scan the items. “And this is exciting?”
“Of course it is,” she rolled her eyes in feigned annoyance. “I love it here, it actually does get so exciting this time of year. But my night job is what excites me.”
“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be working two jobs.”
“Ha,” she snorted. “Tell that to my university. They’re charging an arm and a leg for my degree. $421.19 is your total, but here, I’ll scan this for you.”
After bringing his total down to $380, he scanned his card and grabbed the bagged items from her. “You should always chase after the things that excite you,” he grinned madly. “Even if they’re a little naughty.”
Her face couldn’t be anymore flushed, yet she felt her cheeks warm yet again at his statement. “Happy holidays sir.”
He nodded and walked towards the exit.
“Happy holidays, Ochako.” She smiled as she exited and returned to her duties. As she walked to the back, she looked down at her sweater and remembered her name tag was in the ball bin.
———
Ochako typically didn’t work doubles, but when Tokage called her and offered her the prime time set, dollar signs rang in her ears.
As she sat in the locker room, those carmine eyes from earlier were at the forefront of her mind. They burned into her soul, tickling deep, hedonistic feelings she attempted to bury. As she stared at the red babydoll contrasting with her porcelain skin she felt powerful, sexy, and downright devilish— the complete opposite of the sunshine persona she adopted. But Cheeks was exactly that— an angel, a bashful girl donned in pink for men to come in and exercise dominance over (or at least they think they do) for the low low price of $250. She sees it in the way they walk in. With their shoulders squared and their jaws set they recline in the seats. They snap at the servers and manspread. The second that curtain closes and it’s just the two of them, it’s clear Ochako is the one pulling the leash.
But to earn her tips? She bats her lashes, drops her chin, and lets them think they’re stronger than her for just one night because she knows the truth. The physical strength alone it takes to defy gravity every weekend is a skill they will never possess.
“Woah, switching it up tonight I see.” Jirou’s eyes trailed down her body and whistled low. “Let me play something different for you tonight?”
If she wasn’t with Momo, Ochako would swear she was flirting with her. “Yeah, I trust you.”
“Sweet.”
Kodai danced on stage like she was larger than life. The typically quiet girl riled the crowd up and by the end of her set, Camie had to broom sweep the money off the floor.
“What’s wrong? You look totally hot in that but you look out of it. Here,” without skipping a beat a shot was thrust into her hands by their house mother Camie. Without a second thought she tossed the amber liquid back. The cinnamon flavor overwhelmed her senses and brought her back to aisle 3 with her perfect stranger. “Good?”
Ochako nodded and prepared to go on stage. This was far from her first time, nor would it be her last, but this time felt different. The room felt charged with unknown energy.
“Cheeks is switching things up tonight,” Jirou announced. “Your favorite good girl is on Santa’s naughty list.” A few men whistled low as the tempo of the music slowed and transitioned to something sultry. Think of him.
The riffs of the guitar cued her entrance on stage. As her heels clicked against the floor slowly, whistles and clapping erupted as the crowd took in her changed looks. Her eyes sank closed with the weight of the liquor and lights setting upon them. Her inner sybarite took over, dominating her movements as she chased her own high upon the stage.
Strong, sensual, confident. She toyed with the pole and the audience, dipping low and caressing her body as money fell at her feet. She hummed to the music and envisioned her hands belonging to her perfect stranger. Legs wrapped around the pole, she kept her eyes closed as she straddled it and leaned back.
The music changed to signal the second song of her set.
Leave it to the other girls to play
For I've been a temptress too long
Just…
Give me a reason to love you
Give me a reason to be a woman
I just wanna be a woman.
Stars bloomed behind her eyes as she scraped her nails up her neck. Would he choke her? He wouldn’t be gentle. He would grab the ponytail she was currently wearing and tug it between his fists, taking what he wanted from her. He would push and pull from her. But she’s in charge here. This is her world. This is her stage. And she would ride him like he belonged to her too until she submitted him, like every man below her emptying their wallets just to be in her vicinity.
As the song faded the spell broke. She opened her eyes after finishing. Instantly, she felt eyes on her from the back of the room. She swore she saw a puff of blonde hair under a cap and red irises, but as the lights changed back to their regular color so did his eyes. When she glanced down at her tips, he disappeared.
“Holy shit Cheeks. How do I get you under my tree this weekend?”
“Shut up and sweep my money, Sero.”
———
While Ochako had a hidden life as a sinner, most of her friends were real life saints. Every year on Christmas Eve, Kirishima horribly wrapped presents that he would deliver to children the next day dressed as Santa at the children’s hospital where he worked. When Ochako began working at the store and learned to wrap, she decided to contribute to their efforts so the children didn’t think poorly of the elves.
Mina handed her another oddly shaped package to wrap. “So birthday girl, what are your plans this weekend?
“Nothing, as usual. Both the store and the club are closed tomorrow. Iida gave me the following two days off as a birthday present.”
“So…”
“Soooooo,” Ochako pulled the wrapping paper over the gift and taped it taut. “It’ll just be me, Astrid, and a bottle of Riesling. Maybe I’ll splurge and get a vintage bottle. 2021,” she laughed.
Mina frowned and pulled the teddy bear she was holding to her chest. “I wish you could come with Ei and I to his parent’s house. We’ll be there until Sunday.”
Ochako smiled softly. “It’s okay, really! I’m used to it,” she sighed. With one solid gulp she finished the glass of wine Mina poured for her, her second in just the last two hours. “Can I be brutally honest with you?”
Mina tucked her feet under her legs. “Of course you can!”
“What I really want for my birthday is to get fucked. No– railed. I want someone to rock my world. I want someone who will push me to my limits. I need more orgasms than I can count,” Ochako blurted.
Mina’s eyebrows shot to her forehead and she donned her signature scheming smirk. “Now that’s something I can make happen! Want to play Tinder roulette?” Her eyes lit up with mischief at the prospect of playing her favorite game– betting on which guy they could take home at the end of the night. Except their last game ended with Mina going home with a 6'5” redhead.
“I’m sick of the apps, Meens.”
“What about your clients?”
Ochako’s face immediately soured at the suggestion. “First rule: we never take any of them home. Second, most of my clients are married.” Her memory drifted to the blonde client from the store a few days ago. She remembered how he caught her staring at his hand and the valiant effort he made to tell her he wasn’t married. Her cheeks warmed at the realization he was letting her know he was available.
Mina narrowed her eyes at her. “Your mouth is saying no clients but that blush on your neck and face suggests otherwise… spill.”
“Well, that ship sailed because I’m an oblivious walnut–”
“This is true.”
“Rude.” Ochako helped herself to a third glass of wine as she told her friend about the customer in the store from the other night.
“Oh girl… He was totally hitting on you!” Mina swatted her arm. “How did he know your name?!”
“I have no idea! Again, he has a son, so he probably comes in there often but maybe I didn’t recognize him.”
“You had a DILF right in your hands and you lost him? I taught you better than that! But all is not lost.”
“How? I don’t know when he’ll come into the store again.”
“He put his phone number in when he paid, right?”
“Mina… you know I can’t do that.”
Her best friend rolled her eyes and waved her hands. “You ask me for answers and play good girl when I give them to you. What do you want me to tell you? Make a wish to Santa for this man to drop his dick down your chimney Christmas morning. How about that? You sit down and you make your list to Santa tonight like the good girl that you are and you tell Santa that you want this random guy from your store to stuff you with his cream like a Little Debbie Christmas snack cake. And you kiss the paper with your pretty little lips and put it in the mail tonight. Santa’s gonna blush when he reads that, you know the Elves can’t see that one, but hopefully for your sake you hear a man coming down your electric fireplace tonight, yeah?” Her eyes rolled to the base of her skull at the end of her monologue. “Get his damn number from the register Ochako!”
After five glasses of wine, Mina cut her off, and Eijirou kindly dropped her home and wished her a Merry Christmas and a happy early birthday. As she entered the apartment, Astrid meowed loudly and looped through her legs. After scrubbing off her makeup and showering, she plopped on her bed and groaned into her pillow.
Maybe Mina was right. Not about the register though…
“Dear Santa…” she wished out loud. “I want my world rocked for Christmas.”
As the liquor finally lulled her to sleep, a star shot across the sky.
———
A loud scratching noise woke her from her sleep. She instantly sat up and searched for Astrid, who sat on the end of her bed with fearful eyes looking back at her. Realizing her bat was in the living room, she was trapped. Her hands pet the bed wildly in search of her phone. She found it and clicked it furiously only to realize it was dead– she had never plugged it in last night. “Fuck,” she whispered to herself.
“Come on out, Ochako.” Her heart sank in her chest as she recognized that voice. Clouded by lust, she missed the signs. Every serial killer was wildly charming and lied to their victims to get closer to them. They were gorgeous yet heinous people, and there was one standing in her living room.
A monster flung her door open and a scream tore from her throat.
He was massive. His arms hung low, rippled with muscles and veins that led to hands the size of her head. Hands that could perfectly wrap around her throat. Sharpened claws adorned them. Pointed horns that curved just slightly at the tips shot from his head and grazed her eight foot ceilings while a heavy tail swished against the floor. Despite his monstrous appearance, those eyes remained the same. A grin covered his face, exposing the sharpened teeth set in his jaw. The only article of clothing on his body was a pair of shorts in the dead of winter.
“W-what are you doing in my apartment?” She naturally backed up as he stalked closer to her. Using the space between them, she dashed into the living room. He caught up to her in a few strides as he stood in front of the chair she braced in front of herself for protection.
“You know exactly why I’m here, Ochako.” His grin split across his face. His sharp nails drug down the upholstered chair that stood between them, splitting the fibers, allowing the cotton stuffing to flow out. “Someone made a filthy fucking wish to Santa.”
As he moved closer, her knees hit the couch. There was nowhere for her to escape except to the left or right, both of which were options that she considered for a brief second before realizing they were futile.
“I-I did no such thing! Please, just leave me alone,” she begged.
“Oh?” He had her cornered. Please Astrid, meow or something!
A pointed index finger titled her downcast face up to his. “You didn’t ask Santa to bring you a man who would fuck the lights out of you?” Intensely magnificent ruby eyes bore into her.
“N-no,” she lied.
“No? Tch tch,” his tongue clicked. “You know what happens to bad girls who lie? They get punished. But I’ll give you one more chance to tell me what you asked Santa for.”
Her knees buckled under his intense gaze. “You— what even are you?!” She knew who he was, but not what he was.
He bent down to whisper in her ear. “I’m Krampus baby. Merry Christmas.”
Before she could rebut his answer with doubt, her world was flipped upside down. He swiftly switched their places where she ended up on his knee like an insolent child. The t-shirt she wore bunched up over her stomach and left her panty covered bottom exposed to air.
“Wait-wait!!” She cried. “Please! I haven’t done anything wrong!”
His warm, calloused palm kneaded her cheeks and pushed her cotton briefs up.
“I specifically remember a little someone,” he paused before delivering a hot palm to her right cheek. She cried out and attempted to escape his grips to no avail. “Asking Santa for someone to rock her world… Push her to her limits. For just one night full of excitement and— to quote you— more orgasms than you could count.”
Her face heated at the memory with Mina. After so many nights left unsatisfied, she couldn’t help but spill her darkest secrets to her friend.
A tear escaped the corner of her eye. “How do you know about that? Are you following me?!”
“I already told you, I’m Krampus. When Santa gets his naughty list he sends it to me. You, angel… are at the top of my list.”
His palm soothed over the spot he just hit. “Usually I’m here to dole out punishments… But since you were so sweet last week, and because this pussy looks even sweeter,” a nail drug up her slit through the thin fabric of her panties. “I’m in a giving mood. Consider this a birthday and Christmas gift.”
How did he know her birthday? And what did he mean by last week?
She didn’t have time to vocalize her thoughts before another slap landed on her ass. Another one landed on the other cheek as she tried again to flee. Her cunt leaked with pure joy in sharp contrast to the racing thoughts in her mind. She cried out— half in contempt, half in pure bliss. A sharpened claw tore through her panties swiftly before she smelled smoke and they fell away from her body. The smell intoxicated her senses.
“Please,” she begged wantonly. “What— what did you mean by earlier? Who are you? Why are you—”
He delivered two swift palms to her ass that stung. Tears spilled over in frustration as she felt herself leak all over his leg in abject desire.
“That’s for asking stupid questions. I didn’t peg you for a dumbass, but I suppose there’s one in everyone.”
His thumbs pushed her reddened cheeks apart. She took this moment to crane her neck to look at him. Crimson irises were overtaken by the black of his soul spilling up. They blew his pupils wide yet drew Ochako to drown in them. His forked tongue ran across his lips.
“Look at this pretty pussy. Maybe it’s a Christmas miracle after all,” he hummed in desire. A ragged moan sounded from her chest as his forked tongue ran down her slit.
Without warning his tongue plunged inside of her. He devoured her and held her sprawling body with a firm hand as the other held her open to him. As his tongue dove impossibly deeper, she attempted to escape the orgasm he was carving from her. He consumed every drop that threatened to spill out of her.
“F-fuck, please—“ she begged with no direction. Her hands wildly reached behind her to shove him off. She couldn’t cum like this. That bifurcated tongue began to vibrate as he groaned in appreciation of the taste of her. “Thousands of years of this and yet no one has ever been as sweet as you,” he growled before he pulled her clit between his lips. Screams burst from her chest as her orgasm sat at the precipice of her soul.
“I-I’m–” His fingers joined the exploration and signed her fate in stone. Within seconds, her legs shook as the orgasm clawed its way through her and she cried out in pleasure. He drank in her arousal like ambrosia revitalizing his youth.
“You… you got what you wanted… now go please,” she sagged into his lap only to be scooped right up. For the first time that night, she stared at his face up close. With the same features as the patron, she couldn’t help but ask. “Are you… Was that you in the club? Did you come in my store?”
Thick eyebrows shot up in feigned ignorance. If he was playing her, she couldn’t tell. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, princess.” His nose ran along her neckline and he took a deep breath before humming in gentle appreciation. “But I am about to come inside of you.”
The feeling of his clothed cock dragging through her folds snapped her out of the post-orgasm haze. In vain, she used all of her strength to attempt to push herself away from him, but those muscular arms kept her locked in place. “Nuh uh,” he teased. “We’re just getting to the best part. I’m here to deliver your present after all. You’ve wanted this for so long.” His words were laced with promise and cast her under his spell. “You deserve to feel good, yeah? Don’t ask questions. Just feel…”
Her eyes cast downwards. Inches upon inches disappeared as he dragged her hips back and forth. Her clit caught on the head of his cock causing both of their eyes to roll in pleasure. With a growl, he fisted her shirt and it disappeared in a flurry of ashes.
“Perfect tits too? Tell Vixen she’s been replaced.”
She growled and rolled her hips, chasing that perfect friction he gave her. She didn’t know how he would fit but that didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was, “Can you shut up with the puns and fuck me already? I thought that’s what you were here for.”
His tail picked her up and slammed her back against the wall. “If I had more time I’d put that filthy fucking mouth to use.” With a snap, his clothing disappeared from his body. “H-how?” she questioned.
“Christmas magic?” He laughed. With nothing to obstruct the view, she was able to see the cock that was sure to split her open. While most men shied away from oral, his large stature dropped to his knees and lapped at her center until her nails dug into his scalp, holding those horns for life as he ate her cunt like a man starved. His fingers scissored her core open, preparing her because she might be a naughty girl but deserved to be fucked right.
“Fuck, I-I–”
“Give it to me,” he growled against her. The vibrations against her swollen clit sent her over the edge. Stars exploded behind her eyes and she threw her head back against the wall as he supported her weight.
“I need it,” she begged. “I need it. Please,” Ochako sobbed. The last shred of his restraint snapped as he dropped her weight on his cock at once. A scream broke through her chest as she was stuffed impossibly full of him. His cock kissed her cervix like a promise as she adjusted. With every jostle, she clenched around him and he threw his head back. “ Fuck . What do I have to do to feel you forever?”
But forever wasn’t possible. He had her for just one night– nay– the next few minutes and he had to make it worth it for the both of them.
“Don’t you dare take it easy on me,” she growled. “You know everything about me… don’t you dare.”
“I wouldn’t fucking dream of it.” For the first time that night, his lips connected with hers as his cock dragged in and out of her. Her walls clenched him like a vice as he fucked her within an inch of her life. Dozens of cunts and he’d never considered giving his role up until now. But the grip of her around him had him thinking how he would march right up to Santa and say fuck this shit just to be with her for this slice of forever. His Ochako. “Give it to me Ochako, let me feel it.”
“That’s my good girl. Except you’re so far from that aren’t you,” he growled and pumped into her deeper. Her moans echoed off of the walls as he fucked her deeper, faster. “You’re a good girl on Monday mornings and my little slut on Saturday nights at Stars.”
“F-u-uck, you were there,” she hiccuped. It was him. It’s always been him. He overwhelmed her from the moment she met him.
“One more Ochako. You’ve earned it. Give yourself one more.” His tail rubbed tight circles over her clit.
Her lips parted on a ragged moan as her third orgasm hit her like a freight train. “Shit.” At the same time, she felt his cock pumping inside of her and she growled in pleasure and pulled him closer. Hundreds of years as Krampus and yet he was ruined by this mortal woman who threw him off gravity.
He found himself with her limp body in his arms. Sharing a look with Astrid, he tucked her tightly in bed and snapped his fingers to return the room to normal. The next day, she would feel him, but wouldn’t remember him. This is how it was supposed to be. But he would never forget the sounds she made for him, the flutter of her walls around him as she came, the fight she put up at first just to demand him to fuck her.
“Good night Ochako. Merry Christmas,” he sighed as he kissed her forehead. He disappeared just as he came.
———
Two days later
“Hi! You’re back again right, the one who had the kid with the fire trucks?” Ochako smiled as she greeted her customer. He seemed oddly familiar outside of their interaction from the store, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.
“Yeah, I am. I’m not here for him though. I’m here to ask you out.”