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Omg! I just thought of a funny idea! Adam having to play Santa at a mall for community service. He’s pissed but also, naturally wonderful with children. Becoming super popular dispute himself. The one thing that keeps him sane is the cute elf girl that works with him. Always willing to swipe cracks with him when no kids are around.

Basically by the end of the last day, Adam pulls up the courage to flirt, inviting ‘her’ to sit on his lap. Ready to wave it off with a laugh when they actually do. And it’s only then that Adam feels through the tights and costume, the very male elf giving him the hottest bed room eyes.

I hope I do this Christmas Special justice!

Adam let out a long, exasperated sigh as he studied his reflection in the bathroom mirror. The stark fluorescent lights illuminated the deep bags under his eyes, remnants of sleepless nights and restless thoughts. He couldn't believe he was actually going through with this. A recent run-in with the law had branded him a public menace, and now, as a consequence of his reckless behavior, his punishment was to don a red velvet Santa Claus suit and play the role of a babysitter for a group of unruly kids.

He glanced back at the costume hanging over the edge of the sink, the fabric soft yet slightly itchy against his skin. The suit, complete with a floppy red hat and a fake white beard that looked somewhat less than authentic, was a constant reminder of how far he had fallen from the carefree life he once enjoyed. The mall manager—the same guy who had smirked as he handed down this ridiculous sentence—was an insufferable jerk, but he had laid out reasonable expectations for the role in the coming month: keep the kids entertained, spread holiday cheer, and don’t let anyone see how much he secretly despised every moment of it.

Gathering himself, Adam took a deep breath and tried to muster a bit of holiday spirit. The thought of spending hours in a crowded mall, surrounded by boisterous children and their weary parents, was far from his idea of fun. But he knew he had no choice; he needed to serve his time, and if he was going to do this, he might as well try not to make it a complete disaster.

“Hurry up! Customers will be arriving any minute!” The urgent shout echoed from outside the bathroom, accompanied by a loud bang against the door that made Adam grit his teeth in frustration. He shot a glare at the door, envisioning his manager standing there with a self-satisfied smirk plastered on his face, undoubtedly reveling in the spectacle of Adam squeezed into a bright red Santa Claus costume. Adam could almost hear the manager's teasing remarks about how his ample frame seemed tailor-made for the jolly old figure.

With a deep breath, Adam hastily pulled off his clothes and slipped into the scratchy red suit, the synthetic fabric clinging uncomfortably to his skin. He winced as he adjusted the belt, feeling the pressure tighten around his midsection. As he attached the fake white beard, a scratchy sensation pricked at his skin, and he grimaced at the unflattering reflection staring back at him in the mirror. The oversized hat sat awkwardly atop his head, making him feel more like a caricature than the cheerful figure he was meant to embody. With the clock ticking and the thought of amused customers looming, he forced himself to take one last deep breath before stepping out into the open.

His manager scrutinized him from head to toe, the frown on his face deepening as he assessed the Santa costume's fit. "I suppose you'll do," he muttered with a hint of reluctance, his tone dripping with skepticism. Adam clenched his fists, the temptation to lash out bubbling beneath the surface, but he held his tongue as the man gestured for him to follow.

They approached a grandiose throne that seemed to demand attention, lavishly adorned in rich gold and vibrant red. The seat was embellished with intricate designs that sparkled under the lights, while a plush, red carpet extended towards it, inviting yet imposing. A velvet rope, deep crimson and lustrous, encircled the throne, forming a barrier to manage the eager children and parents waiting in line.

With a resigned sigh, Adam climbed onto the throne, feeling the plush fabric envelop him as he settled into the seat. The manager’s voice broke through his thoughts, curt and authoritative. "Just sit here, smile, and play the part," he instructed, his eyes narrowing as if scrutinizing Adam’s every movement. "If you do this right, we can finally put that whole fiasco of you spray painting our store's wall behind us."

Adam nodded, forcing a smile to his lips, despite the irritation simmering just beneath the surface. The manager leaned in, patting Adam on the head with a condescending air that made his skin crawl.

As the minutes ticked by, the atmosphere in the store began to buzz with the arrival of more employees hurrying in, eager to make their way before the impending flood of customers. Adam leaned against the chair, his gaze drifting around the room with an air of indifference. However, his attention was suddenly captured by a small, blonde employee sprinting toward him. For a moment, he paused, contemplating their gender; the uncertainty lingers in his mind, but ultimately, he settled on referring to her as a girl, swayed by her petite stature and an endearing face that carried a hint of youthful exuberance.

She came to an abrupt stop beside him, her breath coming in quick, excited gasps. "Sorry....traffic was killer!" she exclaimed, her voice surprisingly deep, though he had encountered deeper tones in others. He waved away her apology, shrugging it off with a casual, "Eh. You're fine." The girl was dressed as an elf, complete with a green tunic and pointy hat, perfectly complementing Adam’s own festive attire as Santa. The slight twinkle in her eyes and the flush on her cheeks added a touch of vibrancy to the holiday spirit that enveloped the store.

Adam was just about to inquire about the girl's name when the first wave of customers flooded into the mall, filling the air with excited chatter and laughter. A group of energetic children soon followed, their eyes wide with anticipation as they rushed toward the elaborately decorated area where Santa Claus awaited. The scent of cinnamon and pine wafted through the air, enhancing the festive atmosphere.

The girl deftly managed the line of eager children. Her short, blonde hair framed her face perfectly, adding an unexpected charm to her spirited demeanor. She maintained an infectious enthusiasm while ensuring that each child patiently waited their turn, working diligently to keep the peace and minimize any scuffles among the excited little ones.

As the line gradually thinned out after nearly an hour, Adam couldn't resist commenting with a chuckle, "The kids get weirder every year." His eyes sparkled with amusement as he observed their quirky antics—some practicing their best poses for Santa, while others giggled amongst themselves, their imaginations likely running wild. The blonde-haired girl turned to him, her lips curving into a playful smirk. "And taller," she replied, shaking her head slightly in disbelief at how many kids seemed tall for their age. They both laughed as a new parent came up with their child. Adam was surprisingly good and many of the children love him.

The week unfolded in a familiar rhythm, punctuated by laughter and lighthearted banter that echoed through the mall when the rush of customers had temporarily subsided. Adam would catch glimpses of her smile, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief as she teased him about his infamous stunt with the spray paint. Their playful exchanges provided a welcome distraction from the grim reality of his community service, turning long hours into something unexpectedly enjoyable. As they exchanged smiles and flirtations, the atmosphere crackled with a sense of camaraderie that made the monotony of his situation feel almost bearable.

But then, on an otherwise ordinary day, a shift occurred. Adam noticed a subtle change in her demeanor in her laughter, more flirting in her teasing. It was a shift he hadn’t anticipated, and it left him wanting more.

Late that night, he had said in a husky voice to climb on Santa's lap. The mall would close in five minutes and there was no else here. He expected her to laugh and brush him off. Instead, she climbed on and wrapped her arms around his neck. Adam's eyes widened and she smirked as she took control. "Hey, there. It seems to me that you've been naughty..."

Adam blushed heavily, the fake beard hiding most of it. The girl laughed gently, her voice sounding even huskier than Adam's had been. "You have a little problem." She shifted and gently pressed herself to his growing election and Adam stopped himself from moaning. She smirked and whispered. "I bet we can take care of it later..."

Adam felt his brain buzz when he felt something poke at his thigh. Something he wouldn't have thought she had in a million years. He felt a large and thick dick poke him. This girl...was a boy.

"And by the way....my name is Lucifer since you never seemed to ask." He said, gently kissing his cheek and giving it a playful nip before hopping off and saying, "Well, it's my break! See you later, Adam!" Adam could only watch, completely numb as the short man walked away with a wink and wave.

Adam looked at his lap and saw a piece of paper with Lucifer's number on it. (XXX-XXX-6666— I can't wait to play with you~)

What the fuck?

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Sorry, I would have written more but I've been feeling down lately. Merry Christmas, Inubaki!

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