Band Imagines Part 2

Twenty One Pilots - Josh Dun

Santa Baby

"The only reason I'm willing to dress up as Santa y/n is because I was promised cookies. The absolute only reason."

You stand back and watch Josh straighten the fake white beard in front of the bedroom mirror wearing a Cheshire Cat grin. You'd managed to rope him into dressing up as Santa for your daughters class because the other dads thought it was stupid.

Your daughter loved Christmas and was super excited to meet Santa and give him her wish list, that on top of the cookies you promised to bake sealed Josh's fate. He wasn't about to disappoint your daughter.

"All you have to do is let the kids sit on your lap, tell you what they want for Christmas, and then give them a present from the sack before wishing them a merry Christmas. You're one of the cool dads."

"Ho ho ho," Josh's voice booms around the bedroom.

Next thing you know he's wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his rented costume almost smothering you, the fake beard scratchy against your face. Yeah, he wasn't getting any kisses until that thing was off.

"Let me get the cookies and then we'll set off, we have to sneak into the school while the kids are kept in the canteen."

Josh lets you go and you brush stray white threads off your clothes, yep the outfit was really cheap and falling apart.

"I'm going to take a selfie and send it to Tyler, I'll meet you by the car."

You leave the room as Josh starts to take ridiculous selfies knowing Tyler would find this whole situation funny.

Picking up the cookies and your bag, you head outside and get into the car. You put on a Christmas playlist and the first song that comes on is Santa Baby, one of your favourites and suitable in the current situation.

"Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree for me, been an awful good girl, Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight."

"Oh all that can be arranged, my good little girl."

You jump as Josh slams the passenger door shut, he loved to scare you. He chuckles and his hand reaches over the gearbox to rest on your leg, making your cheeks feel a little warmer. Oh, two could play this game.

"Think of all the fun I've missed, think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed, next year I could also be good if you'll check off my Christmas list."

Turning in your seat you lean forwards and Josh mirrors your movement so your faces were close to each other, but you weren't letting him off that easily so you slide your own hand up his leg coming to stop on the small bulge in the baggy red pants. He tenses and you don't break eye contact, he wasn't going to get what he wanted.

"Oh hell no Mr Claus you can deal with your little problem, I don't do getting scared."

You peck his nose and laugh to yourself before starting up the car, while Josh groans from the passenger seat and puts his hands over his boner. However a few seconds pass and you feel bad for your husband, so reach behind you onto the backseat where the cookies were sitting and pull one out.

"Here eat this cookie and be happy babe."

Josh takes the cookie happily and nibbles it getting crumbs in the beard, "okay now we're even y/n. But I will get you back for this, trust me."

You snort, "I'd like to see you try Santa Dun."