#also idk why I imagine soap wearing suspenders with the red pants

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christmas thought? johnny dressing up as santa for your family holiday party (fake beard, fuzzy red and white suit, heavy black boots, the whole shebang) and all the kids demand a turn sitting on his knee to gush about all the things they want this year

honestly it shouldn’t be such a turn on to see him in that ridiculous get up but when he pulls you onto his lap with a jolly laugh and a firm grip on your waist, your insides get a little molten and soft

“and have you been a good girl for santa this year, hen?” he hums out, voice low and rumbling against your back.

it’s ridiculous. it’s silly. but something about that god damn accent and the way it curls and gravels around good girl makes your thighs flex together.

“go on,” he gives a small bounce of his knee that jolts a surprised yelp out of you, “tell santa what you want.”

and you absolutely do get exactly what you want when you get back to your flat — because you’ve been such a good, good girl.