Abdl Pajamas Novels & Stories

I tried to put my hands behind me, but it only made my chest push out and I didn't have any bra on. I was wearing a pair of matching pajama sets. It was black and the cotton was thin but soft, the sleeves were long, and the pants reached my ankles. I got them as a gift from Grams last Christmas. My hair was thrown in a bun that was presentable enough for this time of the morning. I ended up awkwardly putting my hands by my side. "Good morning, sir," I greeted with a small smile.

The bed was made with military precision, not a wrinkle in sight. "Are you just going to stand there?" Damien called from the bathroom. "Get ready for bed, Adriana." I moved mechanically to the dresser where I kept my sleepwear—modest cotton pajamas that covered everything from neck to ankle because Damien had once commented that my nightgowns were "too revealing." I changed quickly, wincing as the fabric brushed against my burns. Damien emerged from the bathroom in his own pajamas, his hair damp from washing his face. He looked younger like this, almost vulnerable, and I hated that some part of me still wanted to see good in him.

It was okay, but not having him to snuggle against during the night left her feeling slighted. She quickly changed into a pair of furry sleeping pants, a long sleeved shirt and some thick socks. After pulling her long, dark hair into a ponytail, she padded out into the living room. Drake was bent over, working on the fire. She couldn't help but stop and enjoy the view of him. His strong back pressed against his t-shirt, his arms thick with muscles that stretched his sleeves a little. He glanced over his shoulder and smiled. "Like what you see?"

As he window-shopped Josh’s clothes, a feeling of powerlessness washed over him. 'Josh conned me! He said he has plenty of clothes in the closet and I can change into whichever one I like!' 'There are plenty of clothes, but they're all formal clothes! Where are the casual ones?!' Suddenly, his gaze locked onto a pair of opulent-looking pajamas. After changing into the pajamas, Ziggy stretched lazily, feeling himself relax as the garment draped itself comfortably on him. He laid on the sofa brusquely until he heard the sound of the door slamming from outside. He then stood up from the sofa and opened the door, going out toward the living room.

There were three sets of pajamas, and each had a simple illustration at the center, It was plain to see and notice that the illustration was of them three! Two of the sets were white short-sleeved t-shirts with shorts, while hers—the female version—was a V-shaped shirt without the short pants. The shirt was rather short that it only covered down to her thighs. Although the simple drawing made it seem rather cute, the V-shaped cutting was rather… So she had to sleep with Anthony with this low-cut shirt on?

I settle down on the sofa and continue watching that game show. Alessandro takes a long shower. Way over twenty minutes. When he comes out, my eyes go straight to his body. He's wearing dark blue pajamas, made out of silk or some other expensive material. How could there be no creases in his pajamas? I wouldn't be surprised if the staff irons them. Now I understand why he stared at me. Because it's so different looking at a person in his or her pajamas. Even though Alessandro looks like a million bucks in them, there's something warm and cozy about it, like home.

As she reached the hallway, she bumped into Adrian who was also walking towards the room. They stared at each other, scanning their outfit. “Don't you think this is way too cheesy?” Arabella rolled her eyes seeing they were wearing the same flower patterned pajamas. Despite the note that came with the pajamas, she had half assumed it was Adrian's doing. “I didn't send…” Arabella scoffed and entered the room. Adrian sighed and followed. Axel was sitting on the bed. Arabella’s eyes widened. He was wearing the same pajamas.

I wanted to quickly wrap the duvet around my exposed chest but I was worried, I didn't want to anger him and so I sat down, watching how he stared at my exposed chest without shame. How could he be ashamed of staring at me almost naked when I was his wife, I mentally scolded myself. Adrian walked away and when he came back, he handed me female pajamas. I held the pajamas and saw that they were my perfect size. I wondered who the pajamas belonged to and I couldn't help but imagine him bringing women to this room and sleeping with them on this bed.

Pain pulsed through my head, and a dull ache gnawed at my side. Shifting my gaze slightly to the right, I found Abaddon. He lay asleep on the hospital's sofa bed beneath the window, bathed in the soft morning light that filtered through the curtains. His usually impeccable hair was gathered in a messy bun, and his dress shirt appeared wrinkled and disheveled, a stark contrast to his usual polished appearance. He lay there, one arm shielding his eyes from the light, his ankles crossed, looking utterly exhausted. Despite his unkempt state, a smile tugged at my lips. His dedication to being by my side, even in his own state of disarray, touched my heart.

I got out of the bathroom and slid on a dark brown jersey material jilbab with a hood, feeling only slightly better than I felt when I went in to bathe, I walked to where I'd dumped all the bags I brought from the supermarket. I pull out a cup of halal Chinese instant noodles and extra spicy chili sauce. I step out of my room, lock the door securely behind me even though I'm the only living being in this whole apartment. Abdul and his wife will be back later. Though while I showered, I thought of how I'd react, how I'd show my displeasure but I found none. I'm just too weary to give a damn about them and what they did.