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Christmas was Jimin’s favorite time of year. He loved the snow, he loved the music, and the delicious sweets that were sold all over town. But the thing he loved the most was Santa Clause.
Jimin loved all the toys and cute clothes that Santa brought him every year. He was always so fascinated with the way the old man was able to visit his home without anyone noticing. So Jimin devised a plan.
He was going to sleep on the couch in the living room on Christmas Eve, the one right in front of their chimney. And he would catch Santa in the act.
Oh he was so excited.
He would get to ask him all of his questions and everything else he was curious about.
Jimin’s parents weren’t aware of his secret plan, so after dinner his parents tucked him into bed. They whispered goodnight and shut the lights off.
Jimin laid in his bed quietly, listening for any sign that his parents were still awake. He wriggled in his bed excitedly, he couldn’t wait anymore. Jimin hopped out of his bed and tiptoed to his bedroom door, dragging his baby blue blankie with him. He pushed the door open softly, taking care not to let it squeak. Jimin stood as still as he could, straining his ears for any sign of his parents being awake. When all he heard was their light snoring Jimin giggled to himself and pushed the door open the rest of the way, slipping silently out into the hallway.
Jimin dragged his blankie along with him, heading straight for the couch. The floor was chilly under his bare feet but he wasn’t too worried as he’d be cuddled with his blanket in front of the fire.
Jimin hopped up on the couch and laid his blankie across his bare legs. It was a little dark in the house and maybe too quiet but Jimin was determined to catch Mr. Santa Clause. He couldn’t wait to ask Santa what he got Jimin this year. The little boy squealed as quietly as he could on the couch.
Time seemed to go by so slow, the fire crackled as Jimin tried his hardest not to doze off. But soon enough he couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore, his eyelids felt heavy and he let his head hang against the couch’s pillows as he fell asleep.
There was a thud that startled Jimin awake. He flinched at the sound, his face felt puffy with lack of sleep. His blankie seemed to have gotten tangled around his legs while he slept. Jimin lifted a fist to rub at his eyes, he struggled to open his swollen eyes but what he saw in front of him woke him up better than any loud noise could. The fire was out. It was darker in the room than it had been earlier, the only light came from the windows, from the blue-ish tinge of the snow outside.
There was something moving around in the fireplace, it seemed to be coming from the chimney, from inside the chimney. Jimin nearly gasped as two big black boots came into view, they seemed to dangle in the air for a moment before they landed on the hot coal with a crunch. Jimin could see a pair of red pants tucked into the black boots and above that what seemed to be a thick red coat lined in white fur. Jimin was stunned into silence. Red sparks bounced off the thick material of the boots as they stamped out what remained of the fire.
It was him. It was really him.
Santa Clause had finally come. And there was no way he didn’t have gifts with him.
Jimin wriggled from his spot on the couch, he waited as patiently as he could as Santa squeezed his way out of their chimney. As soon as the old man’s head clears the chimney, Jimin dentangles himself from his blankie as fast as he possibly can and is on his feet on the couch cushions.
“Santa!” Jimin shouts in excitement but catches himself, he can't wake his parents up. That would be awkward. Jimin wants Santa all for himself.
Jimin watches with a big smile on his face as the old man startles and turns towards the boy with wide eyes.
“Santa, it’s really you! I’ve been waiting forever!” Jimin whisper-shouts and jumps up and down.
“Do you have any presents for Jiminie?” The little boy beams as he spots the red sack at Santa’s feet.
Santa Clause looks slightly different from what Jimin imagined. The man wasn’t as tall as Jimin suspected, his white beard was more salt and pepper colored. The red suit he wore wasn’t bright and cherry colored like all the stories said, instead it was a dark almost burgundy red and the white fur lining the sleeves and hem of the coat were dusted black with ash. He was as plump as the stories said though, his pot belly accentuated by the thick black belt around it.
“Kid… shouldn’t you be asleep?” Santa’s voice was deep and crackly with age. He took a long look at the boy that was bouncing with excitement at the sight of him. He was wearing a large t-shirt that barely covered his thighs, and Santa was sure there was nothing else underneath the flimsily piece of clothing.
“Jiminie was just waiting for Santa’s gift!” Jimin couldn’t stop bouncing, he was shaking from excitement as well as the cold since Santa had put the fire out. “Jiminie wants to get his gift!” Jiminie watched as Santa stood still for a few moments, still shaken from being discovered probably.
Then Jimin heard him laugh. Santa was laughing? It wasn’t a laugh when someone found something funny, it was more the kind of laugh his daddy did when he thought Jimin was being ridiculous.
Jimin frowned slightly. “What’s funny, Mr. Santa?”
“Nothing, baby, Santa’s just surprised that’s all.” Jimin watched as Santa set down the red sack and took off his red cap with the fluffy white ball at the end. Jimin wanted to try it on.
“Can I get my present now, Mr. Santa?” Jimin did his pout that he knew his parents couldn’t say no to. “Jiminie has been good all year!” Jimin stopped his bouncing for a moment. He wanted all of Santa’s attention.
“Yeah? You sure you’re not on the naughty list, little baby?” Santa approached Jimin slowly, he didn’t want to scare the little boy, although that was probably impossible as Jimin seemed very confident in speaking with the old man.
“Nu-uh, Jiminie brushes his teeth and eats all his veggies.” Jimin’s pout deepened.
“Well,” Santa paused for a moment, thinking, he was sure he could spare an hour or so. “Santa’s got lots of gifts in his sack.”
Jimin beamed once again, clutching his pudgy fists under his chin. “For Jiminie?”
“Just for you, Santa’s got a special gift.”
Jimin nearly shouted in excitement. He knew it was a good idea to wait for Santa Clause. “Jiminie wants to see his present!” Jimin shouted then immediately remembered his sleeping parents.
“Sh, sh, baby, where are your parents?” Santa reached a hand out to tuck a strand of hair behind Jimin’s ear.
Jimin giggled and covered his mouth with his small hand. “They’re asleep so we gots to be quiet.”
“You’re right, baby, you got to be real quiet while Santa gives you your special present, okay?” Jimin nodded eagerly, his bouncing started again as he couldn’t contain his excitement.
Santa closed the remaining space between them, he settled his huge hands on Jimin’s tiny waist. Jimin was confused as Mr. Santa dipped his head to nose at Jimin’s neck, his curly beard brushing along Jimin’s collarbones.
“Mr. Santa! That tickles!” Jimin giggled as quietly as he could manage.
“Yeah? You want me to tickle you some more?” Santa ran his hands down Jimin’s sides, he teased his fingers along the little boy's thighs where the hem of his shirt ended.
“Mr. Santa, what are you doing?” Jimin was still confused but he didn’t move, afraid that Santa wouldn’t give him his special gift.
“I’m gonna tickle you, baby, just stand here.. like that… yeah.” Santa maneuvered Jimin’s legs so they were slightly parted, enough so he could slip a hand under his little shirt. Where Santa expected to find soft cotton panties, he found bare skin.
Jimin flinched when something warm touched his little cunnie.
Oh.
Santa was rubbing his cunnie.
“You like that, baby?” Santa rubbed his fingers along the child’s folds, relishing in the warmth that emitted from his pussy lips.
“I-Is Jiminie gonna get his gift yet?” Jimin jolted when Santa touched an especially sensitive spot on his cunnie. Santa smiled against the boy’s neck, he was so sensitive and sweet.
“Just be patient, baby, unless you wanna be put on the naughty list?” Jimin shook his head immediately.
“No! Jiminie is a good boy, Jiminie will wait!”
“That’s right, baby, just let Santa have a little fun and then he’ll give you the special present.” Santa brought his hand out from between the boys legs to lick his thumb and then bring it back down to the boy's sensitive clit. He rubbed a little faster than he had earlier, enough for the boy to really feel it.
“O-Oh!” Jimin nearly lost his balance at the sudden feeling of pleasure, he placed his arms on Santa’s broad shoulders in order to stay standing. “Mr. Santa… Jiminie feels weird…”
Santa pinched the boy’s clit once, which made Jimin squeal, and then took his fingers around Jimin’s cunnie, looking for his little hole.
“Now where is it, hmm?” Jimin shuddered at the old man’s voice against his neck “Where’s your little hole… ah… there it is…” Jimin felt fingers brush at his hole, it was a spot where even his mother didn’t touch much when she washed him.
“Bet you’re so tight, huh?” Jimin felt a little weird that Santa was touching that spot so much. “Let’s find out, baby.”
Santa knew he had to take it slow so the child wouldn’t scream when he was penetrated, so instead of pushing in two fingers like he wanted, he took his pudgy thumb and eased it into the boy’s pussy.
“A-ah!” Jimin gripped at Santa’s coat sleeves when he felt something dig into his special spot. “S-Santa, what is that?”
“Shh, you gotta be quiet, baby, can’t have your parents seeing you taking my finger up you pussy now, can we?” Jimin was even more confused now, he didn’t know what Santa was saying, and he didn’t know why the old man had thrust his thumb up inside him.
Santa took the child’s silence as an opportunity to thrust his finger in and out of him. He nearly groaned at the tightness of the boy’s pussy, he was so warm and wet inside. The old man curled his thumb as best he could and relished in the small gasp Jimin released.
“You want more, baby?” Jimin pulled back a bit in order to look at Santa’s face. The old man had a smirk, his eyes were wide as he licked his lips. Jimin didn’t know what was happening, but also didn't want to be put on the naughty list if he said no to Santa Clause himself. So Jimin obeyed and nodded, not quite sure what “more” meant.
“What a good baby, asking Santa to finger his cunt.” Jimin felt Santa pull his thumb out and replace it with two whole fingers.
“Oh!” Jimin buried his face in Santa’s neck as the old man worked two fingers into his tight pussy. Santa could feel the little boy shaking against him, struggling to remain standing as he thrust his fingers in and out of the tight hole. “Santa… it hurts…”
“Just take it, baby, the pain will go away soon.” He didnt want to scare the boy any more than he already had by telling him he was gonna fuck his big old cock into him, so they stayed in that position for a moment, with Jimin panting at the thick fingers inside his cunnie.
“S-Santa… Jiminie feels weird…”
“Yeah? That means your pussy loves my fingers, baby, it’s getting ready for my cock.” Santa rubbed Jimin’s clit again, moving his thumb in fast circles against the sensitive little pearl. “Just look at you, shaking from just my fingers.”
“Ah...a-ah…” Jiminie was feeling good, he wasn’t sure why but it definitely had to do with Santa’s hand down there in his special place. He felt something stir in his tummy, his cunnie felt like it was throbbing, he warned Santa before something bad happened to him.
“S-Santa… my cunnie… s-something’s happening to me…” Jimin rubbed his face against Santa’s coat in search of comfort.
“Is my baby’s pussy gonna cum?” Jimin felt the fingers in his sensitive spot rub faster and faster, making the tingly feeling more intense, and just as he felt something big was about to happen in his body, Santa took his whole hand away from his cunnie, and with it the feeling.
Jimin felt strangely unsatisfied.
“Can’t have you cumming if it’s not on my cock, baby.”
Jimin pouted, though he didn’t know what the old man was talking about, but he wanted to voice what he felt.
“Jiminie… Jiminie wants…” what was it that he was looking for though?
“Tell Santa, baby… tell Santa what you want.”
Jimin felt tears prick at the corner of his eyes, he didn't know what it was he wanted.
“Jiminie wants…” Santa was looking at him, he rubbed his big hands under his shirt, from his thighs up to his small waist and back down again. “Jiminie wants…”
“Does Jiminie want Santa’s cock?” Santa gripped at Jimin’s waist.
Little Jiminie didn’t know what cock was… could that be what he wanted though? Santa Clause always knew what children wanted so that had to be it, right? Jimin trusted Santa and nodded.
“Santa will only give you what you want if you tell him though, baby.”
How could Jimin forget?! Everyone knew you had to whisper in Santa’s ear what you wanted for christmas.
Jimin giggled and leaned forward so his lips brushed slightly against Santa’s greying hair and whispered. “Jiminie wants Mr. Santa’s cock for christmas.”
There was a deep groan, and then Jimin was on his back on the couch. His breath was knocked out of him in an instant. He looked up to see Santa right in front of him, still on his feet. He was fumbling with the thick black belt around his pot belly.
“Oh, baby, Santa will give you his cock alright.” The clink of the belt was loud in the quiet room. Jimin was sure glad his parents hadn’t heard what they were up to. They would be upset that they were woken up by all the noise.
“You ready for my cock, baby?” Jimin looked down at where Santa’s hands were fumbling with the belt of his red pants, why was Mr. Santa taking off his clothes? Jimin nearly blushed.
“Gonna fuck you pussy so good you won’t be able to walk, baby.” Just before Santa pulled down his pants, he reached down towards Jimin. He lifted his shirt up against his collarbones, Jimin’s bare body on display for the old man to see. Jimin got shy and nearly moved his hands to cover his little cunnie but was stopped by Santa.
“Don’t you dare hide that pretty pussy from me alright, baby?” Jimin quickly nodded.
“Santa wants to see all of you.” Jimin watched with wide eyes as Santa pulled the waistband of his pants down over his hips until they were at his thighs. There was something bulging at the front of his underwear. Jimin couldn’t help but stare, he heard Santa chuckle and looked up, confusion written on his face.
“That’s Santa’s cock, I’m gonna shove it up your tight pussy, baby.” Jimin’s eyes widened. Whatever was behind the thin material couldn’t possibly fit up his cunnie, he was tiny!
“Jiminie doesn’t think Santa’s present will fit in his cunnie though…” Santa groaned as he shoved a hand down his underwear and began stroking his hard cock. He was wasting time, he needed to fuck the little boy and get going. Santa reached for Jimin again and maneuvered him to the edge of the couch, making sure his hips and legs were hanging off.
“You’re gonna take it just fine, baby.” Jimin watches Santa pull down his underwear and reveal something long brown and thick. “See this?” Santa stroked up and down the big thing attached to his body. “This is a cock, baby, and it goes… right… in… here.” Jimin gasped loudly as the big long thing Santa called a cock rubbed against his pussy and pushed into him all at once.
“Ow! O-ow…” Jimin gripped on Santa's sleeves, the cock was stretching him obscenely, it hurt. “Jiminie’s cunnie h-hurts, Mr. Santa.”
“Yeah? That’s cause Santa has an enormous cock, you’re pretty lucky, baby.” Jimin looked down at where the pressure was in his cunnie, he watched as the cock slid in and out slowly. It looked like it wasn’t even half way in.
“Don’t worry, just take it in and then the pain will go away, okay?” Jimin nodded, he always was an obedient child.
Santa gripped the boy’s thighs and spread them as far as they could go, making his folds spread and reveal the little clit. The old man groaned and thrust deeper, making the child take his entire cock. Jimin groaned at the pressure, it didn’t seem to hurt as much now but it still didn’t feel good.
“Just look at you, taking my cock like you were made for it.” Jimin was rocking up and down on the couch now, the old man’s thrusts were rough. “Yeah… you love it now, don’t you?”
It was true. Jimin could feel that tingly feeling in his cunnie again, it felt good. The boy reached down to grasp at Santa’s hands where he was gripping his thighs.
“What is it? Tell me what you need, baby, Santa will give it to you.” The old man didn’t stop fucking the tight cunt that gripped perfectly around his cock.
Jimin arched his back a little, he was starting to feel really good. But something was missing. “Jiminie’s s-special sp-spot.” The little boy didn’t quite know what to call it, he knew that Santa had touched something down there earlier that had felt really good, and had made him shake.
“Your special spot?” Santa was confused for a moment, until he realized what the child was asking for. “Oh, you want Santa to rub your little clitty, baby?”
Jimin nodded, that must’ve been it.
Santa brought a hand down to the boy’s cunt. He slapped once, twice, on his clit and then soothed it with a firm rub.
Jimin couldn’t control his noises this time.
“Ah!” He shouted at the pleasure but was quickly quieted when his bunched up shirt was shoved into his mouth.
“You have to be quiet. You don’t want your parents to come down here and see you spread around the cock of a man five times your age do you?” Jimin shook his head, his eyes tearing.
“Good boy, now stay quiet and let Santa use your pussy.”
Santa was not gentle. He lifted one of Jimin’s legs to rest on his shoulder and pounded into the little boy so hard the couch rocked with them.
The wet squelching sound of his cock thrusting in and out of the boy’s wet pussy was all that could be heard throughout the room. That and the muffled squeals of the little boy.
“Yeah, fucking take it, baby… just listen to your pussy… you love my cock don’t you?” The man slapped his clitty one more time. “Shit…” The thrusts didn’t stop at all. Jimin was feeling so tingly, he felt really good, he could feel his eyes rolling back at the pleasure.
“Damn, this pussy is mine… you hear me?” Santa thrusted extra hard as he said this, the tip of his cock hitting something that made Jimin arch his back squeal. “There it is… that means your pussy’s in love with my cock.” Jimin felt that sweet spot inside of him being pounded into repeatedly. He was feeling so good he couldn’t help but thrash around on the couch.
“Just look at you… wriggling on my cock… I can feel you clenching around me.” The thrusting stopped, Santa gripped the boy's waist and pressed him down onto his cock, circling his hips so his cock could rub against his walls just right. “Tell me you love my cock. Tell Santa your pussy loves my cock, baby, then you’ll get that special gift.”
Oh, how Jimin wanted the special present from Santa himself. The old man removed his shirt, now drenched in saliva, as he continued to stimulate the little boy’s pussy.
“J-Jiminie’s p-pussy…” it felt weird saying the word, like it was wrong. “Jiminie’s pussy l-loves Santa’s cock.”
“Fucking shit.”
If Jiminie wasn’t already out of breath, he would have been by the way Santa started pounding into his cunt at an insane pace. It should have been a surprise that the old man could keep up at this rate.
“I’m gonna cream this pussy, baby, just you wait.”
“Uh-uh-uh-uhhh.” Jimin was trying to contain his moans, with the sound of their skin slapping together, the obscene squelch his cunnie was making, and Santa’s deep groans, he couldn’t afford to make any more noise in fear of waking his parents.
Jimin was tingly all over at this point, that funny feeling in his lower tummy was getting intense, he felt like he was about to burst. The way the old man’s cock rubbed against his walls just felt so good.
“I can feel you clenching, baby, your pussy’s getting ready to cum isn’t it?” Jimin felt his cunnie throb “Let it go, baby, cum on my cock like a good boy.” Santa continued thrusting as Jimin felt the pleasure bubble over. He swears he saw white as his eyes rolled back. His back was arched and he could feel the old man still pounding away into his pussy.
As Jimin relaxed onto his back again, he felt himself shaking, he couldn’t stop, it was like his body was moving on its own. He whined, Santa was still fucking him.
“Just a little more, Santa’s still gotta cum.” Jimin gripped as best he could at the couch cushions as he rocked back on forth. He still felt a little tingly.
“Santa’s gonna give you your present now, baby, you ready?”
Jimin perked up at this. He was finally getting his special present!
Jimin lifted himself up on his elbows as best he could, watching in fascination at the way Santa’s cock was pumping in and out of him. Some strange fluid glistened on his skin and on the old man’s cock.
“Is it time, Mr. Santa?” Jimin waited as patiently as he could while Santa fucked into him, groaning the whole time. He curiously reached out to brush his fingers against the thick cock, it felt warm.
“Yeah, baby, here’s your present.” With one hard and final thrust that had Jimin squealing, Santa emptied himself into the little boy. He rode out his orgasm and watched as the white semen was pushed in and out of the boy’s little pussy.
Jimin felt something warm inside his cunnie, it felt a little funny, but he liked it. This must have been the special present.
Santa stopped his thrusting in favor of circling his hips against the little boy’s cunt, making sure to milk every ounce of his load into him. “Yeah… just for you, baby, my cream is just for you..”
When Santa finally pulled out, Jimin felt empty. He could feel his little cunnie clench around nothing.
Jimin pouted and the old man seemed to notice.
“Oh, baby, you love my cock so much, don’t you?” Jimin couldn’t help but nod.
“Jiminie feels empty…”
Santa brought his hand down to rub at the boy’s pussy, as if to soothe him.
“Don’t worry, baby. If you’re good all next year, Santa can come and pound your pussy next Christmas, how does that sound?”
Jimin beamed. He liked that idea. If he waited in front of the fireplace again next year, he could get Santa’s special cream again.
Jimin nodded as he watched the old man lean down to place a wet kiss against his pussy.
Jimin can’t wait for next year