Malachy Granger x Reader (…but who can avoid the rain?)
Warnings: Age gap (malachy is 23 and reader is 16), Toxic relationship, future smut, +18
Part 1: ... but who can avoid the rain?
They met on a rainy afternoon, she was walking home alone from school, her uniform soaking wet, not an umbrella on sight. Her home was close anyway, a 20 minute walk, she was trying to catch up, run, avoid getting even more rained on, but who can avoid the rain?
She stopped, realizing her endevour was pointless, she just stood still close to a shop trying to wait it out a little, until the rain went away.
Suddenly, a guy came out of the shop, holding a cigarette in his hand, ready to light it before he catched her gaze. His hair was blonde and wet and he was wearing a black leather jacket.
-Want one?- He said.
-I don't smoke, mum says i shouldn't, that i'm too young for it...- She said, her nervousness slipping through her words.
There were boys in her class but she hadn't spoke to any of them apart from some questions on the class and none of the boys in her class looked like this.
-Sure you don't wanna try one? You're young... you should be trying everything... finding out what you like, what you don't like...- He flashed a smile.
-I... No, thank you... I guess... I... Bye...- She said as she started to walk away of the shop and continue her way to her house.
The rain had not eased off at all, in fact, it was pouring even harder, but she kept going. Malachy took a fag, threw the cigar on the floor and went after her.
-Wait! You'll catch a cold!
He reached her, took off his jacket and used it as an umbrella to protect them both, his grey t-shirt sticking to him as some rain drops fell on him.
-Won't you catch a cold? - She said.
-It doesn't matter... -He smiled again.
That was the first time he went home with her, the first of many afternoons she would spend with Mach.
† word count: 973
† tags/warnings: malachy x f!reader, luke x f!reader, jealousy, dubcon voyeurism, masturbating, alcohol mention, slut/bitch used as pet names
† a/n: a little different from my usual fics/tropes, but i thought this might be fun
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“Oh Malachy!”
In the dark, Luke rolled his eyes and yanked the pillow from beneath his head to stuff over his face, though it did nothing to drown out the noise. This was the third time this week Mal and his new girlfriend had gone at it and it was getting more than a little grating.
Luke really didn’t give a fuck if you spent the night, especially when y’walked around the flat in naught but a night shirt and knickers, but did y’have to moan so damn loud?
Some people had t’wake up in th’morning! At least, that’s what he told himself—anything to ignore the bitter jealousy that coursed through him.
Fuck, but he wished it was his cock you were bouncing on right now.
Tossing his pillow across the room with a loud groan, Luke rolled out of bed. He’d given up on trying to sleep through the noise, deciding to head to the kitchen for a drink. Maybe a shot would help knock him out.
Grabbing the nearly empty bottle of bourbon from the fridge, he forewent a glass and merely brought the bottle to his lips, gulping down the remains and tossing the empty bottle in the bin. Warmed by the alcohol, Luke let out a weary sigh and stumbled back down the hall to his bedroom.
However, before shouldering open his door, he hesitated, turning instead toward Malachy’s door. It hadn’t been closed all the way and for a long moment he stood there, deliberating. Drawing his bottom lip between his teeth, his cock stirred at the wanton symphony of moans that spilled through the cracked door and grew louder.
Unable to resist the pull of your siren call any longer, Luke gave in and moved closer to the door, to peer through the crack. As soon as his eyes fell on you, he sucked in a sharp breath, his cock instantly going rigid at the sight. Riding his friend reverse cowgirl, you were on full display for him, and with each languid roll of your hips, your tits bounced deliciously.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, reaching beneath the waistband of his grey sweats to stroke himself in time with your movements, imagining it was your tight warm pussy wrapped around his dick instead of his hand.
Lost in his daydream, Luke shifted and instantly froze as the floorboards beneath his feet creaked loudly, his cock still throbbing in his hand.
“What was that?” Malachy asked, and Luke looked up frantically to find your eyes locked on the door. On him.
“Shitshitshit!” he hissed under his breath, pulling his hand from his pants to hurry to his room and pretend like he hadn’t been standing outside, jackin’ it like some fuckin’ pervert.
“It’s nothing, don’t stop. I’m so close…”
Your breathy answer however, held Luke in place and his mouth fell open in confusion, but your gaze never wavered from where he stood. You knew he was there, but it was almost like you wanted him to watch.
“Mmm, yeah, please,” you panted, throwing your head back as you began to move again, your hands running up your body, as if putting on a show for him. He almost couldn’t believe his luck, but Luke wasn’t about to question it, once more taking hold of his aching cock.
“That’s right, touch yourself like th’good little slut yeh are,” he muttered under his breath, his hand speeding up. “Oh, y’take my cock so good, y/n,” Luke continued, his whispered words fueling the fantasy in his head. “Gunna let me cum inside that angel cunt?”
“Oh God, yes!” you cried from inside the room, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as you writhed and bounced frantically, chasing your pleasure. “Fuck, please, I’m so close!”
The way it felt like you were looking right at him made it feel like you were asking him for permission to cum, and his breath hitched as his balls clenched.
“Oh, cum for me, y’beautiful bitch,” Luke mouthed, stifling his own moans with his free hand as he came in his sweats, his hand not stopping til he’d run dry, your sinful cries spurring him on.
It wasn’t til after it was all over and you’d rolled off of Malachy that Luke realized where he was, a giant wet spot spreading across the front of his sweatpants. “Fuck,” he breathed, hastily pulling his hand free to hurry across the hall back to his room and jump into bed, carefully arranging his blankets over his stained pants.
When his door clicked open softly, Luke’s heart leapt into his throat and he tried to keep his breathing steady, hoping you’d buy that he was deep asleep.
“I know you’re awake.”
Luke flinched, but kept his eyes shut until you yanked back his blanket.
“Hey!” he yelped, his voice raising an octave as he scrambled up, trying to cover himself. But your gaze went straight to his crotch and the wet stain that was very noticeable even in the dark.
“Enjoy th’show?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow at him, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of your mouth.
“I–” Luke began, only to be silenced by your lips pressing to his, cutting off his half formulated explanation for why he’d been watching.
When you pulled back, wetting your lips, your gaze flicked up to his eyes. “Next time you should join us.”
Without another word, you stood and slipped back out to the hall, your bare legs flashing from under Malachy’s spare shirt, leaving Luke flabbergasted and tongue-tied.
“Pinch me, I’m fuckin’ dreamin’,” he breathed, reaching up to touch his lips in disbelief.
After a moment he seemed to remember the cooling mess in his boxers and he let out a groan. How the hell was he supposed to get any sleep now?
