Inappropriate Christmas Pajamas Novels & Stories

Despite my feigned annoyance at their secrecy, I was touched by whatever they had planned. "You didn't have to get me anything," I said softly. "Just having this time together is enough." Theo's expression softened. "It's not exactly a gift. More of a... precursor to Christmas." Noah placed the box in my hands. "Open it." The paper came away easily, revealing a white box beneath. I lifted the lid and gasped at what lay inside—five sets of matching pajamas, each in deep crimson silk with delicate gold festive embroidery. I lifted one set, noting the subtle differences in size and style—clearly one set for me and one for each of my Kings.

It was slightly different. First of all, a unicorn-patterned pair of clothes didn't look too well on a huge man. The pants were way above his ankles exposing his legs, the shirt was too tight around him, barely fitting. Okay, it's a lot more different than what I pictured and he looks worse than a badly dressed circus clown, "I am sorry, I thought it will fit and I didn't want you to feel left out because there is no pajama party without pajamas." "A pajama party or a sleep over?"

The retail assistant with them quickly chimed in, "Exactly—it's our latest addition, and the design is as fashionable as it is comfortable. I've bought one myself too! It also comes in various sizes, so why not give it a try?" Aria turned patiently to Winter in turn. "See? Your pajamas are thick and old-fashioned. No respectable man would be interested after seeing you in it. The way I see it, you should buy a few more just to make sure they can't take their eyes off you." Winter could feel her cheeks burning. As she glanced at Frank with the corner of her eye, she actually felt eager to try it on as well when she saw him blush. Still, she just could not overcome her shyness.

"Some mashed, some roasted, and if we do plenty we can have it again tomorrow and no-one will have to cook. We can all have a full day off." ... Liar... But I keep my face bland... Then I look him up and down. "You´re not planning to dress like that all day, are you?" He looks down at himself, his jeans and fleece. "Um, what´s wrong with it? I usually dress like this." "Usually isn´t today." I lower my voice. "This is Charlotte´s first real Christmas, and I think we should both make an effort, don´t you?" He looks sheepish and nods. "You´re right, although I was planning on making it pretty special for her anyway..."

If Adrian desires them, I will gladly accept. Now I need something to wear, but I take the butt plug. “I want lingerie. Something festive. Maybe something with fur, like a Santa theme.” The sales rep smiles, nodding. “I know exactly what you want.” She says and leads me to a section filled with delicate lace and flimsy nightgowns. She points to a set that is absolutely perfect, complete with a matching Santa hat. “It's perfect.” I point to other sets and flimsy nightgowns. “Pack those too, please.”

he asks. I look up to see him holding up the shoes I had suggested and nod, “Yup, those are the ones.” “Great, I’m taking these home with me,” he says as he gets to work on changing back into his boy clothes. “Now, back to Sexy Santa.” I roll my eyes, “He is not a sexy Santa. I mean, he’s sexy, but he’s not Santa. Santa is a jolly old man with an ever-expanding waistline. Jartre is not that.” He’s also a few billion years older than Santa, but whatever.

What in the— Before I could fully decide on what to do, everywhere was silent again. A few minutes passed before he returned. And when he did, I nearly fell off the bed. He was in pajamas. Not regular sleepwear — oh no — full-on, loose-yet-somehow-fitted navy pajamas with soft white piping. On his feet? Fluffy bunny flip flops. And to top it all off — a Santa-style pajama hat, drooping slightly to one side. I stared. Then stared a little more. ‘What the actual fuc—?’

“Go down first. I’ll be there soon.” Amelia didn’t believe me. She placed her hand on her hips giving me what she thought to be a stern look. “Are you sure?” “Of course, baby. Let me freshen up.” The three of them were still in their pajamas so I didn’t have to shower just yet. Asher and Amelia had brought up the idea to wear matching Christmas pajamas on Christmas Eve so who were we to deny the kids what they wanted? Amelia opened her mouth to speak, but Jackson placed a hand on her shoulder. “Let’s leave Mommy to get ready and join us, okay?”

Sometimes, he’ll theatrically belt out a lyric or two, spurred on by the smirk tucked into the corner of Nikolai’s mouth and the way the other’s eyes glimmer with amusement. At one point, he remembers a much-needed prop for the evening and sets his hot chocolate mug aside to hurry into the adjacent, walk-in closet. When he reappears, he’s wearing a Santa hat with soft antlers attached to it. He’s already wearing red, Christmas-themed pajama pants as well as a long-sleeved top with a polar bear on it, but the hat completes the outfit in his opinion.

"I know a diamond in the rough when I see one. Stay safe, Aria." He waited until my ride arrived before pulling away. I slumped into the backseat of my car; I had a bad headache. I noticed that Lara had finally unblocked me. And she posted a photo. The four of them were in matching bear-themed pajamas. I had spent months making those pajamas... Back then, Julian said they were "childish." The pups complained they were "itchy." Now, they were wearing them like a uniform. My wolf roared in agony, demanding I reach out to my pups one last time.