Malcolm Mclaren Imagines

Christmas Morning

Christmas eve.

A day that is so picture perfect in how it supports to be.

The perfect image of the old house with snow cascading out the window a candle bridge flickering on the windowsill the fire rating in the place roasting chestnuts family sat around the fire and the tall Christmas tree the lights flashing and twinkling with the glittery tinsel and baubles presents perfectly wrapped beautiful presents under the tree and in the hands but that wasn't my type of scene my apartment had a little tinsel and a few light strings around but that was it my family was going off to god knows where so I wouldn't see them until next year maybe I rarely see them anyway, I got into my lace bra and panties as well as my fishnets and cute heels doing my hair and makeup slipping on my skin-tight black mini dress, I headed out and went to my usual spot the bar on the corner I got a couple of drinks and started dancing I met up with a couple of people I didn't know their names or anything really about them other than the fact they seemed to wanna dance with me and buy me drinks.

after a while, I noticed the same few people the same girl coming and the same guy coming up and grinding on my ass "You are such a sexy little thing" He growled in my ear "I wanna rip that little dress off your ass like a kid ripping the paper off a new bike" He smirked

"do you now?" I smirked "maybe I should let you have your presents early and get down and suck your cock right now"

"Don't tempt me baby, you know I would" He smirked grinding on him

"You wanna get out of here?"

"Hell yeah baby" he smirked

I woke up to a banging headache, I could hear the church bells ringing across the quiet air the glow of the lights flickering in the next room I sat up and rubbed my eyes trying to make them clear I got out of bed and slipped my underwear from last night back on I slipped my robe on and went out seeing a couple of presents under my tree the lights flickering sweetly the snow gently fluttering down I went to the kitchen and grabbed my mug making myself a hot coffee going back to my living room watching the lights flicker, I heard something move I looked up to my bedroom door and saw the figure there leaning on the doorframe he was tall slender in a tight pair of boxers and nothing else looking as hungover as me

"Hey?"

"Hey," I smiled "Malcolm right?" I asked

"Yeah, uuuhh y/n right?" he asks and I nodded "I had a lot of fun last night" he smirked

"I did too" I smirked giving his cheek a kiss

"I should get going," he says slipping his jeans back on "I left my number on the side for uhh next time you need me sugar" He smirked

"I'll be sure to use it" I smirked "Actually before you go, did you want as coffee? as it's Christmas?"

"yeah I'd love a coffee" He smiled "Actually... I uhhh I don't have anything to do today, It's stupid, I know you're probably busy"

"I'm not busy" I smiled "I've got nothing do to, If you wanna hang out I'm good" I giggled making him a coffee too

"Really? you don't have anywhere to go?"

"No, do you?"

"nope, so coffee? then watch the snow? and then fuck for a good half hour?"

"That sounds awesome" I smiled handing him the coffee "In fact how about we remix it?"

"I'll be down with that" He smirked pulling me closer and cuddling me tightly "how about we drop the coffee and do the fucking now?" He smirked

"That sounds like a Christmas present I am very eager to open"

"like your sexy robe," he smirked

"Like your sexy little boxers, bedroom now" I smirked pushing him into my room

"Maybe I should come and visit every year" He smirked "This is a good Christmas day"

"the best ever" I smirked jumping on the bed with him