A/N - This holiday imagine is based on the Kylie Minogue version of the song 'Santa Baby'. It's really short, but I hope you all enjoy it.
You had never laughed so hard in your life, watching as your husband danced around the living room dressed in a Santa suit, all of the kids eagerly following his every move.
The annual Avenger's Christmas party was in full swing, and you'd already had a little too much mulled wine. It happened this way every year, but this time, Tony had decided that he would be the children's entertainment. "Nah," he'd told you oh-so confidently, "I don't need to hire anyone. How hard can it be to be Santa?" But you could tell, only an hour in, that he was already regretting his decision.
When Nat walked in, bringing gifts and pure excitement to the children, Tony had taken the distraction as a moment to escape, coming into the kitchen with you hot on his heels. You chuckled when you watched him lift his beer to his lips, causing him to turn to look at you.
"Looking real good, Mr Clause," you started, smiling as he pulled you in for a kiss.
You laughed as his beard tickled your cheek, causing you to pull away. "Baby," he whined softly, "I'm so tired."
"I hate to say it, but I did warn you," you uttered, grinning as he sighed. "But you do look really handsome, sweetness."
"Oh yeah," he started, a rush of energy hitting him all of a sudden as he leant in to kiss your neck. Feather light touches that would have left your cheeks flushed in any other situation.
"Yeah, the beard is doing it for me," you told him, biting down on your bottom lip. "Are you going to bring me anything nice this year, Santa?" you asked, smiling sweetly at him.
Tony smirked, his hand resting on your hip. "That depends," he started, his voice low as he ghosted his lips over your collarbone. "Have you been naughty or nice?" he continued, glancing up at you through his eyelashes.
You attempted to keep a straight face, but quickly dissolved into peels of laughter. "I'm sorry," you chuckled, shaking with laughter. You took a deep breath, calming yourself. "I'm sorry," you repeated.
Tony looked a little annoyed, frowning at you from behind the fake beard. "How much have you had to drink?"
"Just a couple of glasses," you muttered, grinning over at him until the frown fell away from his lips.
"You are so lucky that you're too pretty for me to stay annoyed at you," he uttered, leaning in to kiss you again before walking out of the kitchen, leaving you chuckling as he returned to his adoring audience of children.
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