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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fantastic_Beasts_and_Where_to_Find_Them_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      Credence_Barebone/Original_Percival_Graves
  Character:
      Credence_Barebone, Original_Percival_Graves, Tina_Goldstein, Queenie
      Goldstein
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Credence_is_adopted_and_lives
      happily_with_the_Goldsteins, Dead_Dove:_Do_Not_Eat, Underage_Sex, Dubious
      Consent, First_Time_Blow_Jobs, Daddy_Kink, oodles_of_it, Watersports,
      Multiple_Orgasms, mild_choking, Intercrural_Sex, Ambiguous_Relationships,
      Christmas, sleazy_mall_santa_graves, innocent_underage_credence, whoopsy,
      credence_crying_during_sex, graves_shushing_during_sex, or_all_the_time
      rather
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      Published: 2017-05-14 Words: 3111
****** Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas ******
by Anonymous
Summary
     Graves is working as a mall Santa, Credence is used to celebrating a
     Jewish holiday.
Notes
     stuff happens and im not sorry but maybe a lil. inspired by this
     post.
     http://whileyoustillcan.tumblr.com/post/155440476175/
      
     gently betaed by kamikazesoundsociety
 

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“And what would you like for Christmas, my boy?”
Graves kept one hand on the kid, like he does with every kid, but the way that
he wriggles around was making his cock more than a little interested, all that
besides  the fact the one on him had some damn pretty lips almost screaming to
suck him off and wide brown eyes with long lashes. Fuck. He was too cute.
“Santa? Can you bring me a tree? We don’t have one in my house.”
“Oh? Why not?”
Graves put his other hand on the kid’s thigh, trying to still him, but instead,
the kid gets even more squirmy. His perky little ass was now rubbing right over
his cock, and he had to bite back a moan.
“My aunties are Jewish. They told me we don’t celebrate Christmas.”
“Yet here you are.”
He’s smiling, but he can’t tell if the kid knows it, with the fucking
ridiculous beard in the way. The kid licked his lips, and Graves about has a
heart attack.
“I just want to have a nice time with my dad too.”
Graves petted over the kid’s shoulder, and squeezed gently, wishing he could
thrust up against that cute behind instead.
“Is your Daddy not around?”
The kid sniffled, and shook his head, and Graves realizes how selfish he was
being. Trying to mold the cute kid against his cock, ignoring his job’s duty.
“Well, tell ya what, I’m off in twenty. Can you hang around? I’ll take you for
ice cream, hmm?”
It’s magical, the kid lights up, and beams, nodding like a jack in the box
emerging from its case.
“Okay, well, go wait for me at the starbucks, and I’ll meet you.”
“Thank you Santa!”
The kid leaned in and pecks him on the nose before he can blink, and he watches
as the kid ran off, still smiling.
He looked down at his crotch and grimaces to himself. Maybe he better hit the
bathroom and take care of that.
He barked over at Abernathy and tells him to take over, don’t argue, he’s
going, and the guy just looks terrified as he nods.
“Don’t look so witless, you’re supposed to be the father of dreams. Now get me
out of this awful costume.”
Graves finally feels more like himself with just his jeans and shirt and good
old leather jacket, striding past the winding line of children, making a
beeline for for the coffee shop where he can see the golden skinned dark haired
brunette.
His eyes widen as he takes in Graves, minus the red and white, and he smirks.
“Hey kid.”
“You’re Santa?”
He blinks, an idea flickering in the back of his mind.
“No. I’m your Daddy for the afternoon. Percy Graves, at your service.”
He holds out his hand, the kid takes it after a few seconds, shakes it tight,
and doesn’t let go, rather, laces their fingers together, and smiles so sweetly
his old pervert heart breaks a little,
“Hi. I’m Credence…. Graves then. For today.”
“So, ice cream?”
Credence nods again, and doesn’t leave his side for the whole walk to the
parlor, halfway across the mall.
The problem comes back when he hands the boy his cone, and the first thing the
boy does is part those pink lips, and apply his tongue to the dessert .
He’d gotten vanilla, plain, simple, easy, and gives it little kitten licks
until Graves is sweating so bad he has to take off his leather jacket.
His cock is hard against his jeans and he wonders if he can sneak away to the
bathroom for just a second, that’s all it will take. Credence blinks over at
him,
“Something wrong Daddy? Your ice cream is melting.”
A gentle trickle of strawberry drips down his fist, and Graves stares at it,
then as he watches, Credence leans over, and slurps it up.
He’s pulling back to return to his own cone and Graves thinks he might die.
“Can you hold it for me? I need to uh, wash my hands.”
“Okay Daddy.”
He doesn’t quite run as he sprints to the bathroom, praying the kid doesn’t
steal his leather jacket which he leaves behind to mark his chair, the second
he’s safely inside a stall, he unzips his fly and palms his cock, jerking hard
and fast, ignores the burn of dry skin on minimal precome, and just relishes
the friction. He’s coming within a handful of seconds, spilling between his
fingers, and groaning aloud, picturing his mess being licked off his hand by
his sweet little  son-for-the-day.
The door to the bathroom opens just as he’s leaving the stall, and there’s
Credence, wearing his jacket around his shoulders and beaming over at him.
“Hi. I had to pee. I asked the nice lady behind the counter to watch our table.
The cone’s fit into cups, so they won’t melt onto the floor.”
“Oh.”
“I thought you were just washing your hands… but you were in there? Did you
have to pee too?”
Now that he mentioned it…
“Sure kid.”
“Okay!”
Credence was still wearing his jacket, walking over to a urinal and undoing his
own jeans, before pulling out a pretty little dick that had no business
belonging to such an already gorgeous kid.
Graves couldn’t help staring, even as the boy started to urinate, wanting to
see Credence in  just  his jacket, spread out, clutching his knees-
“Daddy?”
“Yes baby?”
The endearment slipped out by accident, it was just what he was used to calling
his… objects of interest.
Credence blinked over at him, and his cheeks were flushed, like wearing the
jacket was making him too warm, maybe he should just take it off. His pants
too.
“I didn’t want anyone to take your cool biker jacket. So I put it on. Hope
that’s okay.”
“Of course. I’m so glad you like it.”
“Oh.”
“Hmm?”
Graves was lost in his fantasy, and blinked when he realized Credence was
standing in front of him, decent again, tugging on his sleeve.
“C’mon. Let’s go finish our ice cream.”
“Okay.”
But he didn’t budge. He didn’t know when he’d get another chance like this, so
he just scooped the boy up into his arms, and pulled him into the nearest
stall, slamming the door behind him.
“What are you doing, Daddy?”
“You’ve got a bit of ice cream right there…”
He thumbed over the boy’s bottom lip, and then leaned in for the kill, pressing
his mouth to the boy’s, feeling as his cock managed to twitch to life again,
and Credence’s hands flailed around for a moment, before landing on his
shoulders, pushing him back.
Graves smiled, and then obeyed,  letting go, setting the boy to his feet and
looking down at him as innocently as he could.
“What’s wrong?”
“You kissed me!” Credence gasped, flushed pink and lovely. His thin chest was
heaving.
Graves hummed, “I’d like to do a whole lot more.”
Credence was wide eyed and slightly breathless.
“Like what Daddy?”
“I can make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
It was a risk he was willing to take, and he snagged one of the boy’s hands off
his shoulder, pressing it right to his cock, before then palming the boy’s own
groin, and he jumped again.
“Daddy! No one but me is supposed to touch there.”
“Baby, trust me. This is all for you. Now take off your pants.”
The boy did so, a bit shakily but the instant Graves saw pale thighs, he was on
his knees, determined to make the boy enjoy it. He was so young he’d probably
no idea what was happening, poor thing.
He sure knew how to make the right sounds, like small gasps and little
whimpers, as Graves ground the heel of his palm over the boy’s hardening cock,
and the second he put his mouth to it, he received a squeak.
“Daddy! What are you doing?”
“Shh-hh baby. Just let Daddy make you feel good.”
Graves could swallow the boy’s cock down easily enough, and the tremors in his
slender body told him he was probably getting close. God, he hadn’t even tried
fingering the boy yet.
Credence’s hands were grabbing at his hair, his neck, desperate to anchor
himself before his orgasm took him over, but it was too late. Graves smirked
around his slim length, and felt it pulse before bitter jets of come slid down
his throat.
He hummed as he pulled back, feeling Credence jolt against his aftershocks.
“How was that baby?”
“It felt…”
Credence’s voice was a croak, and he blinked away tears when Graves stood back
up, focusing proper. He cupped the boy’s cheeks and thumbed the wet tracks
away, rubbing them into his skin, before kissing him again.
“Turn around and bend over.”
Credence hiccuped, and did just that, shivering the whole way, but Graves
petted his bare back, as the boy lifted his shirt, seemingly aware of what to
do, even unconsciously.
“Good boy.”
“What now?”
“Well, I’m not going to fuck you, so don’t worry. I just want you to keep your
legs tight.”
He took out his cock, stroking over it once, and then he reached around to cup
his palm over the boy’s mouth.
“Suck.”
He curled two fingers onto the boy’s tongue, ensuring he did so, drooling over
them until they were soaked, so that Graves could put them to his cock, for a
brief moment, he could thrust between those lovely pale thighs, and it was
glorious.
“Daddy? Did I do something bad? Is this punishment?”
“No baby. It would hurt if you were being punished.”
The reply Credence gives was more of a sigh than actual words, and Graves
decided to motivate him by touching his cock again, while he kept up a steady
thrusting between his thighs.
“O-o-oh Daddy… it hurts.”
“You just need to practice.”
Or be fingered, he corrected himself.
He was getting close again, all because of the soft plump ass he can’t have,
the cheeks of which hide a pink puckered hole that he was itching to touch. It
would have to be good enough to have those lovely legs to paint, and he moved a
bit faster, finally letting his climax wash over him, spilling onto Credence’s
skin, his hand tightening over the boy’s shoulder, trying to keep himself
steady.
Graves groaned through his orgasm, and felt as the boy trembled under him, the
foreign sensation of slick wetting his legs.
The boy doesn’t seem fazed at all, he reached down, just barely missing the
head of Graves’ softening cock, to slide his hand over the mess on his thighs.
“It’s slippery.”
“Yes. Before it dries, let’s get some good use from it, hmm?”
Graves kneels behind the boy, and scoops some of his own come up, before
nudging his thumb against the rim of the boy’s ass.
He jumps again, but thrusts himself against Graves’ other hand, and he smirks,
because he can feel the boy hardening again.
“Daddy… it burns.”
“Just hold on, lemme find it…”
Graves dips his hand, pushes his thumb deeper, right over a definite ridge, and
the boy yelps, cock jerking against him, and throws his head back against his
shoulder, panting for air.
“Daddy!”
“Shh-hh...bite the collar of my jacket if you have to.”
Credence turned his head to the side and did just that, except he missed, and
sort of nibbled on Graves’ neck, making him smile.
A couple more seconds of rubbing against his sweet spot, and he was shuddering,
coming undone in Graves’ arms, cock spurting out almost clear liquid on his
palm.
“Good. Perfect.”
He wasn’t quite ready yet, but his knees were killing him. By now their ice
cream was probably ruined.
He felt a little bad, but mostly, not at all.
He wiped off his hands on his jeans and stood up, groaning at how his legs
ached, before doing his pants back up and watching as Credence did the same.
“Daddy, what do we do now?”
“Probably about time to be saying goodbye kiddo.”

Graves smiled tightly, and keeps only a hand on the boy’s shoulder as they
leave the ice cream shoppe, and it only takes a second for Credence to turn him
to mush, patting his hand on his own, and he squeezes.
“Please? A little longer? Tell Santa I’ll be extra good if you can.”
Graves sighs, and then nods, smiling a little more loosely, walking with the
boy out to the front of the mall, facing the parking lot. He can already spot
his black pickup, and he eyes the boy, considering, before he speaks.
“You need a lift home? Or are your aunties on their way?”
Credence beams at him, and he can’t help but think he’d like to wipe that smile
off, in the worst way, even as he cherishes it.
“I took the bus, so if you want to drive me home Daddy, you can.”
“Great.”
He didn’t even have to remind the boy to buckle up, and the second they pulled
onto the highway he realized the twinge in his abdomen wasn’t from hunger, from
forgetting to finish his ice cream. He needed to piss.
Badly.
The boy hadn’t given him very specific directions beyond the town to head
towards, so he figured once they hit a semi abandoned stretch of road he’d pull
over. Finally, there was an exit, and he took it, barely listening to
Credence’s babbling protests.
“Shh-hh, please. Daddy will be right back.”
He climbed out of the truck and walked around the side hidden from the highway.
“But I don’t want to be left alone, we’re supposed to be… Daddy what are you
doing?”
Graves sighed and unzipped his fly,
“Don’t look if you don’t want to see Daddy’s cock.”
Credence didn’t move, as if rooted to the spot, he was halfway out of the
passenger side door, staring at him, as he pulled out his cock and started to
relieve himself into the grass.
“Daddy… you’re so big.”
Credence was sidling up to him, hugging him slightly, and nuzzling his cheek
against his arm.
“Baby, you’re distracting me.”
“Sorry.”
The stream tapered off and Graves huffed out a sigh again, turning over to find
Credence still looking at his cock. He could probably get it up again, if the
boy would give him his mouth.
“You want to make it up to me?”
Credence blinked, and then nodded, smiling slow, and Graves reached over to cup
a hand under his chin, thumbing his plump bottom lip.
“Kneel for me.”
He turned around so Credence was hidden fairly well by the car, before he even
nudged his cock against the boy’s face, and he opened his mouth automatically,
tongue lolling out, preparing to drive him to an early grave.
“Perfect.”
As he pushed inside those lips, he groaned aloud at the feel, it was far
superior to his fantasies, and much nicer than fucking into his fist.
Credence’s throat convulsed and he just pressed closer, forcing himself deeper,
ignoring the way the boy’s hands scrabbled and grasped at his jean covered
thighs.
He pulled back just enough to thrust in again, and he saw tears falling down
the boy’s cheeks,
“Lovely. You’re doing great.”
He could feel his orgasm sneaking up on him, quick on the heels of the delirium
he’d experienced from finally getting to take a piss.
He cupped one hand at the back of the boy’s neck, fingers caressing his nape,
as his other hand braced the boy’s jaw, feeling the bulge of his cock through
Credence’s cheek.
His head fell forward, skin pressed to the warm metal of his truck as he
finished, pumping slow and hard down the boy’s throat, until it was hurting to
keep letting the boy’s tongue lave on the underside of his cock.
“Oh god baby. That was amazing. How are you feeling hmm?”
Credence coughed a little, and bent over to spit out a mouthful of white.
Graves didn’t know if it was his come or ice cream that he had thrown up.
It didn’t really matter at that point.
He tucked himself away and held out his hand, to his surprise, the boy took it.
He jumped at Graves and clung to him in a semblance of a hug.
“Daddy, please don’t take me home yet. I’m sorry I was bad.”
He rubbed a hand over the boy’s back, feeling the ridges of his spine through
the fabric of his shirt, and Credence shivered against him.
“It’s okay baby. I forgive you.”
He helped him back into the truck, and then buckled himself in, pulling
carefully back onto the highway.
“Can you help me, Daddy?”
Graves glanced over and nearly wrenched the wheel sideway, seeing Credence
undoing his pants to cup a hand over his little cock, and he let the boy guide
his own to it.
“I’ll try baby.”
He watched the road as best he could while he jerked the boy off, and he could
feel all the tension in his body starting to build to a head, even as the boy’s
cock remained dry, he shuddered when he came, nothing escaping his slit.
“Daddy… it felt good… but…”
Graves smirked,
“It’s okay baby. That just means you’re tired. Where do I turn?”
Credence mumbled out a street address and Graves punched it into his phone,
letting the map application guide them the rest of the way. Credence didn’t
really stumble out of the truck, but he walked a bit sluggishly, and when he
got to his front door, he turned around to wave at him, making Graves smile.
That boy was going to break a lot of hearts when he grew up.
 
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When Tina and Queenie asked how his afternoon at the mall was, Credence turned
bright red, and mumbled that Santa had been wonderful, and he hoped someday
they could go see him again.
‘If only to request a Dad for the day again.’ he thought to himself.
“So what did you ask for?”
He smiled sweetly,
“A Christmas tree.”
Queenie hugged him, and then petted his hair back from his face, looking to
Tina,
“We could get a tree couldn’t we Teeny? Just decorate it in blue and white,
instead of red and green.”
Credence tried to make his eyes as big as possible, and pouted a little, before
his other aunt finally gave in.
She rolled her eyes and scooped him into her arms for a hug, and then a kiss on
the cheek,
“Okay baby boy. Whatever you want.”
 
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