Winter/holiday prompt:
5: "That's not how Santa Claus works."
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The lights on your tall, green Christmas tree were flickering, distracting you from a holiday special of your favorite show. You got up and started messing with the lights, trying to fix them but your attention was pulled to the back of your house where your room was located. You shrugged and kept messing with the lights but the noise grew louder. You let out a groan and walked to your bedroom.
When you flicked on the lights, your eyes went right to your window where Brett was constantly knocking on your window. He wore a red Santa hat. With a chuckle, you walked to the window and opened it.
"What're you doing?" You quirked a brow.
"Isn't it obvious?" He asks, gesturing to his hat.
"Uh..." You gesture for him to come in.
"Sneaking into your house to surprise you with a present! Ya know, Santa Claus." Brett towers over you once he's inside your room.
"That's not how Santa works." You furrow your brows.
"Yeah it is." Brett defends. "He sneaks into houses and delivers presents."
"On Christmas and to children." You giggle. "And you don't have a present. It's just you." You smirk as you bite your lip.
"I am your present, y/n."
"Oh, so it's like an analogy for coal." You turn on your heels and go to walk away, knowing you got under Brett's skin.
"You made the naughty list!" He scoffs, grabbing your waist, turning you around, and tossing you over his shoulder.
"Brett! Put me down!" You hit his back, laughing.
"Okay." He tosses you on the bed and hovers over you.
"Really?"
"Mhm." A devilish smirk finds itself onto Brett's face as he kisses down your jawline. His mouth makes its way to your neck. Brett nips at the skin and starts sucking, leaving a large purple bruise while you allow him more access by turning your neck. "There. Now you have a present." He says as you whine when he pulls away. "Still got cookies left?" He gets up from the bed and you look at him with annoyance.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes?"
"You're a shitty Santa." You scoff, crawling off your bed.
"By the looks of the bruise, I'd say I'm pretty great." With his words, you roll your eyes and lead him to the kitchen.
"You still suck." You had him a cookie and he smirks, all too pleased with himself.
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