Inappropriate Christmas Pajamas Novels & Stories

She leans over and kisses my forehead and says goodnight. I chuckle at the wrapping. Christmas themed, must be Cassandra. I tear it open to reveal a box of ammunition. I open the box and instead of bullets, I find a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs and a pair of blue underwear that says 'Cop-A-Feel' on the buttox. I chuckle as I lift them up, and realize that instead of looking forward to seeing Patricia wear them, I see that they are in fact, men's underwear. No flipping way am I wearing these damn chili chokers.

I say to him while I'm helping him get off the bed. "Why did you do that?" Mark asks, groaning and rising up. The Christmas pajamas he was wearing had finally been shown to me. I burst out laughing until I am crying with laughter. "What?" Mark asks snappy. "Your PJs." I will say when I am not under the influence of alcohol or drugs. He casts his gaze downward and lets out a muffled chuckle. I am making an effort to bring myself under control so that I can truly speak. "I hope you have a wonderful Christmas." I say again, getting up and giving Mark a hug.

I repeat and she nods her head slowly. "Yes... I think I'd like that." She says. For a second I just stare at her, then I laugh. "Well..." I pretend to think very seriously. "If we're going to be friends..." She raises an eyebrow. "...then we should definitely buy matching Christmas pajamas." I say and she bursts into laughter. "Oh absolutely not." "Why not?" "Because Aiden would insist on them matching too." "Exactly. It would be adorable." I say with a grin and she laughs again.

Felix walked out of the room also still naked making me throw my hands in the air as he walked over to me by the bed. He lifted the box looking horrified at the contents of it leaving me Axel in wonder. I looked into the box as excitement took over, then Axel joined in but he was only laughing hysterically. "These are so CUTE! I've always seen the humans do this cute little trend on christmas wearing matching Christmas Pjs this is so perfect!" I picked up the cute Pj's lifting them up, they had thoughs little Debbie christmas cakes all over them with snowflakes and snowman, the pj's themselves were all white.

Hannah After showering and putting on our Christmas-themed pajamas, Chris and I hurried downstairs to join the others. That night, we were all wearing the same Christmas-themed pajamas, with the same pattern but different colors. The women wore red pajamas, while the men wore green pajamas. We also wore red Christmas hats. “Finally, you’re here,” Mark said. “We’ve all been waiting for you,” Mom said as she carried two large paper boxes filled with salty and sweet popcorn.

I sigh, push myself up, and drag myself to the kitchen to put away the groceries, stacking them on the shelves and in the cupboards. By the time I’m done, I’m exhausted. I take a quick shower, letting the hot water burn against my skin. When I’m done, I slip into a fluffy purple pajama set and return to my bed. I pick up my phone and check the time again: 11:32 PM. Less than thirty minutes to Christmas. I flop onto the bed, phone in hand, and start scrolling through TikTok. Videos flood the screen—kids scribbling wishes onto scraps of paper, crumpling them into socks, draping them over mantles.

That Pink Pajama with the Tacky Pattern According to Damian, the pajama had already been abandoned in the corner of the room, tossed aside like some worthless rag. "Don't ever wear that again," he had warned earlier, kicking it aside after stepping out of the bathroom. "Or I won't let you wear a single piece of clothing to bed tonight." Now, they were both back in bed. 'Ha! If I really went to bed without clothes, we both know where that would lead. I probably wouldn't get a wink of sleep.'

'But maybe some of my pajamas I have in the closet might fit you. He went upstairs and came back a minute later with a pair of pajamas. I burst out laughing. ‘Do you really want me to wear those?’ 'Well, it's better than your jeans, unless you want to sleep naked in the cold.' I put on the clothes. Too wide. I burst out laughing and so did him. We couldn't stop. 'Come on, it's unisex, and I've never worn it.' 'It's fine, but I think I should put on a little weight to fit into it.'

“I get jammies too?” “Of course you do, Mommy,” Mira exclaimed proudly. “I hope they fit. Uncle Adonis’ are too big.” Looking at Adonis, I noticed that his pajama bottoms were dragging on the floor. “It’s fine,” he rolled his eyes. “Not exactly the outfit I would have chosen for Christmas Eve, but I’m more than happy to play along.” I was gob smacked. I’d had no idea they were doing this. How had they hidden all of this from me?

He shook his head, damn it, it had been a bad idea this weekend, but not for the reasons he had thought it would be. Normally Ryan was a boxers in bed guy, but normally he wouldn’t be sharing with his Mom and so he got into pyjamas that an aunt he’d not seen for several years had got him for Christmas. They weren’t sexy and being too tight they weren’t that comfortable, but there was no way he could risk wearing just boxers now, not with his Mom just a foot away from him. He opened the door, “Finished.”