krampus 🌷 tracob

11

Five days 'Til Christmas - Play Ball.

Troye's pov

"Stay. Fucking. Quiet." He grunts in my ear, moving his fingers from my mouth as he continues ramming into me.

Cue the shite film intro: Yep, and That's Me getting fucked in the washroom by the demon of Christmas while my father waits outside the door to go play ball. You're probably wondering how I got myself in this situation.

I was at the arcade with my father, for fuck's sake. He took me out to 'get my mind off things' and 'get me back in the Christmas spirit', wasting money on more fake money and stupid games were the perfect way. I snuck off to the toilet to call Allie and complain, but found myself taken aback when I find Krampus standing there against the sink.

"Haven't got time, hurry up and get on my dick."

And that's where we are now, me shoved against the obnoxious coloured wall as he fucks into me from behind, me going 'too slow' for him to handle before. His hands squeeze mine against the wall as he huffs against my neck and teases his teeth over the skin.

"I swear to fucking god, Krampus." I groan, my cheek pressed against the wall.

He chuckles darkly, sinking a fang in and making me tremble.

"Fuck- fucking stop." I grunt, squeezing his hands so tight that my knuckles turn white.

Obviously, I underestimated how much of a dick he is. He tilts his head to the side and bites down on the side of my neck harshly.

"Ugh- fuck! You fucking-!" I bite down on my hand to muffle my screams and hit my head against the wall as I come against it.

He snickers and licks at my neck, letting go of my tiny fists and wrapping his arms around my waist as he slams, fucking slams into me, hitting my prostate over and over. I quiver, gasping for air as I'm overwhelmed with pleasure. My brows furrowed and features contorted as I make a mess over the wall, arching my back out.

He guides himself in and out of my ass until he comes, grunting and holding himself deep in me. I feel him pulse inside me, there being no rubber separating skin from skin this time. He fills me up and bucks in a few more sloppy thrusts before pulling out and sighing in satisfaction.

I lean against the wall for a moment, catching my breath and trying to once again come to terms with the fact that this is my life now. This is considered normal now. I clean myself up and pull up my trousers, still attempting to regulate my breathing as I turn around to Krampus who's already clothed again.

"Couldn't wait until later?" I ask a bit cheekily, cocking my head to the side.

He smirks a lopsided cheeky smile, "Maybe... I'll see you then too though."

I roll my eyes as he winks, stepping closer and in my little bubble.

"Can't wait," I whisper.

He leans down and presses his lips against my head of curls, not quite kissing me but not quite just resting his face against my head. I lean up into his small gesture, making him sigh and step back after a moment.

"Stay evil, dollface, see you later." He offers a smile and disappears, leaving me to lean back against the wall and sigh.

"See ya..." I utter, my hand running up my neck as I caress the bite mark he left on me. I'm glad I brought a coat with me today, picking it up off the floor and shrugging it on.  I look at myself in the mirror and make sure to cover up the mark.

As I turn around to walk out of the washroom, I feel a pair of lips against mine. He makes himself visible once more, making me jump and melt into his touch within seconds. He places his hand on my neck and presses a finger to the mark, making the subtle sting of the bite disappear. I figure he washed it away like he has with other marks he's made. He nods my head back and stares at me for a moment. I gaze right back in shock, my breathing hitching as he disappears again. 

I smile at nothing and push open the door with my elbow, walking out and finding Dad leant up against the wall. He kicks up off and sighs, "There you are, thought ya ditched me there for a minute."

I scoff playfully, "Think I'd miss batting with you? Please."

He beams, hooking an arm around mine and walking off outside to the batting cages.

"I'm honoured, never get to spend time with you anymore." He murmurs, bumping into me.

I nod, glancing up at him, "Well, we can work on that. Let's go play some ball."

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a/n: our baby is twenty-two i am not okay