Inappropriate Christmas Pajamas Novels & Stories

My chest felt warm, I reached the section holding sleepwear and immediately took that warmth back. "Oh my God." I stared and continued staring. Silk. Lace. More lace. Tiny pieces of fabric pretending to be clothing. Even more lace. I grabbed one, held it up. Put it back. Grabbed another. Somehow worse. How was this even considered pajamas? Who sleeps in this? Certainly not people who valued morality. I narrowed my eyes. "Ciro." The man wasn't even here and somehow he was still irritating me. After several minutes of searching, I finally found something that looked vaguely acceptable.

I couldn't sleep through the night. Christmas morning is around the corner with the promise of having my one wish come true. I wake up 5am and wash up my body, put on a perfume I have kept stored away for a very long time. Then I put on an underwear set I never knew I would wear, a black bra and its lacy panties, the combination makes me feel sexy. For the sake of caution…we are in my family's home after all, I pick out an oversized shirt that I would wear when I leave my room, they shouldn't know what I'm about to do.

"I saw you naked... and you're so hot... I'm just being awkward. I'll shut up." I couldn't help but laugh. Jax was rarely thrown off; I loved that I had that kind of power over him sometimes. I pulled my festive sweatshirt over my head. "You can turn around now. I'm clothed." He turned around slowly as if he didn't believe me. Once he realized I was, indeed, clothed, his eyes hovered on my sweatshirt. It had a portrait of Santa holding a white claw on it. "Santa Claws?" Jax asked, "Where did you get that?"

I watch him as he looks at me with a painful expression on his face, yet though I continue, “I need some comfortable, warm pajamas.” Then from out of completely nowhere, he burst out in laughter, “Fuck, I want to see this. You, wearing pajamas.” I slap him against the shoulder, “I'm glad you are finding it funny.” “I think it is going to be fucking hilarious.” I chuckle at him, “Wait; you might just think it is hot.” And continue, he continues, “There is no way that pajamas are hot.” I only but smirk at him. “We'll see about that.”

I peek into Winters's room and see her holding up two pajamas, unsure which to wear. I turn away, smiling as I hear him say, “you can wear the llamacorns tomorrow. Let’s match Macaroni tonight.” He has patience with her. I did not see that one coming.

“I have been looking at photo ideas.” Bianca says, pulling out her phone. “I thought maybe we could do simple for Ethan’s first Christmas.” “Simple never stays simple. Trust me.” I warn teasingly and she rolls her eyes at me. She continues to scrolls, before turning the phone slightly towards me. “What do you think about matching pajamas?” I narrow my eyes slightly before shaking my head. “No. I think Aiden would riot.” “I would not.” Aiden says immediately and I arch my brow at him again.

As Snow Day played softly on the television, Malaya lay curled between them, warm and content, her small body tucked securely under layers of blankets, pillows, and mismatched throws that made up their carefully engineered blanket fort. She slept deeply, the kind of sleep only children manage on Christmas—utterly unburdened, safe, and full of quiet joy. One hand was fisted in Jordan’s hoodie as if she might lose him if she let go, while the other rested against Laila’s arm, small fingers splayed trustingly against her skin.

he pushed his hands to the pajama pants he wore, working to untie the string at his abdomen. "When I bought those pajamas, I bought you your Christmas gift as well. I figured I'd let you open it tonight," her eyelids grew heavy. "After all, you've been such a good boy." He'd have to be deaf, dumb, and stupid to miss the sexual innuendo she was throwing his way, and by the way his cock started to lengthen in his pants, his body was on-fucking-board with whatever she wanted to do. "When do I get to see this present?" he asked, because he was damn sure ready to open it. Hell, it felt like he'd been ready to open it for most of his life.

my grandmother said, "this is my friend's, grandson. The one I told you about." "Brady this is my granddaughter Jane,' she introduced and I smiled at the man. "Pleasure to meet you," he said, "I have those exact same pyjamas," he teased and I blushed. It was an old pair of striped pyjama bottoms and a red oversized t-shirt that said merry Christmas.

I pushed the door opened, my eyes quickly darting around the room and then landed on him; he was standing close to the bed, his silver eyes on flickered to mine, and narrowed, he seemed to be judging and watching my every move. “You are dressed to sleep.” He said noticing the not so sexy, two-piece, hello kitty pajamas I wore, I have been wearing it since I was sixteen. It was big, comfortable, and easy to sleep in, also very durable because I never had to change it ever since then. Might I also add, long… very long, it leaves nothing to the sight, so now you understand why I choose these pajamas precisely. For maximum protection, I will have no pervert touching me without my permission.