Malcolm Mclaren Imagines

oh. morning.

I woke up in a way that was becoming increasingly normal. My bed is a confusing mess of covers and limbs, barely any light yet forced its way in. I was warm, warmer then usual, my face against a bare chest, an arm around my back and waist, out legs together in some complex, convoluted way I didn't even consider what my floor looked like. I can only imagine the mess of clothes that laid on my carpet from last night. I forced myself up instantly trying to find something to drink to prevent the throbbing of my head from getting elsewhere I spotted a bottle of vodka on my bedside table so I grabbed it forcing down a few gulps before I swung my feet out meeting the soft carpet floor, I felt cold instantly, feeling my naked body against the cool breeze of the air, my nipples hard almost instantly to the new found cold, I grabbed the first item of clothing I saw on the bedroom floor slipping it on and standing up rubbing my eyes, I yawned and spotted myself in the mirror my hair in a thousand knots, my make up all but gone except the stain of my black eye liner making me look like a panda, and I wore his shirt making me giggle a little looking at the off white non sleaves shirt, admittedly I had been trying to steal it off him for a while with the detailed picture of two cowboys touching tips on it, I pushed myself up noticing the shirt was just about long enough to conceal me I couldn't help but yawn again as I looked around the floor trying to find where my clothes got flung Last night. I heard a stiff yawn and I glanced at my bed seeing him now sat up his head against the headboard trying desperately to open his eyes
"Morning" I yawned
"...umm. oh. Morning" he groaned
I grabbed my cigarettes from the dresser grabbing one and throwing him the pack "ohhh you heavenly angle" he smirked taking it quickly getting himself a cigarette sticking it between his lips and lighting it up from the lighter on the table beside him, once he has a drag he threw me the lighter so I lit my own "are you wearing my shirt?"
"Yes" I giggled
"Gimme."
"No it's mine now" I giggled
"You know if let you keep it if I could" he smirked "it looks so very good on you"
"So why not?"
"Firstly I need a shirt. Secondly viv notices one of her precious garments is missing I'll never hear the end of it" he sighed "I'll be back to her whining and complaining at me again"
"Like with the new york dolls?"
"It was a strong political message"
"That viv is never letting you live down"
"Ohh please. I'd be easier to count the times vivienne isn't mad at me then trying to count when she is, it's so rare"
"Maybe don't do things that make her mad at you"
"Everything I do makes viv mad at me. I breathe and that something annoys her"
"You can breathe kinda weird when your working" I laughed trying to fix my hair
"Ohh don't you start" he sighed rubbing his face
"I'm kidding" I giggled "what was she mad at you about tonight?"
"No idea. Having a dick. Not being willing to murder half of london. Refusing to talk to the spawn of another man she insists on keeping in our house"
"He is your step son"
"No. No he is not. He is viv's kid. None of my business. I'm only involved with the one who is mine because... well she said I have to be." He sighed "your not getting pregnant any time soon are you?"
"Wasn't planning on it malcolm" I giggled
"Good."
"Why are you here anyway? I didn't get an explanation last night?"
"The boys were drinking. Viv is mad. Here I am."
"Great I'm your third choice of an evening" I giggled
"Y/n" he sighed grabbing my hand and pulling me into his lap "you know I'd come around more if I could. You know how... possessive viv can get. And I was drinking you know how... touchy I get when I drink. And I wanted to come see my little bunny" he smirked stroking my ass
"You did?"
"I always wanna see you, I'm just busy. But when I get little bits of time I like coming to see you. You know how ... badly I miss ya."
"Ummmm I missed you too" I smiled giving him a kiss "what did you get in trouble for?"
"You really wanna know?"
"Ummmm hummm" I smiled nuzzling into his chest as he cuddled me close
"Fine. She was doing some washing, and she... may have found that little polaroid I took last time I was here."
"Did she?" I giggled
"She did. Got very upset about that"
"Why?"
"Because you look better in that dress then her" he smirked "she asked me why I was keeping it and I had to be honest and tell her it's what I use to get hard"
"Really" I giggled
"You know I can only get hard for you little bunny"
"You mean it?"
"Course I do" he smirked. "He likes you to much. Watch watch. Chrisy. See nothing not even a movement. Viv. Eh little bit but nothing spectacular. Then... y/n" he smirked and instantly I felt it "see he only gets hard for his little bunny. So if viv wants us to fool around I have to sit and think about my little bunny to get hard enough" he smirked moving my hips back and forth to give himself friction but it didn't take long before I was doing it myself
"She'll be wondering where you were" I smiled noticing the time
"Let her worry. I haven't seen you in weeks. I'm staying little bunny. All day baby" he smirked pushing me down on my matress so he now sat over me "you like that little bunny?" He smirked kissing down my neck as he slipped inside me
"Uhhh! Malcolm!" I moaned rather in shock at the suddeness of it all
"Fuck I've missed you so bad" he groans already being mercilous on me "so you want me or not bunny?"
"Always." I smirked grabbing his neck and pulling him into a kiss...