Surreality --- murdoc x reader

Late Night Snacks -chapter 3-

        The next day, you walk around Kong Studios to get used to it. There are two other members, Russel and Noodle. You think you'll get along with Noodle the best.  Although she spoke mostly Japanese, she seemed nice. Russel was pretty nice, too. His taxidermy just creeped you out a bit...

        Murdoc takes you to your new bedroom. When you come into the bedroom, you close your eyes. There was dust EVERYWHERE. 

        "Would it kill you to dust this room?" You ask, while coughing. Murdoc ignores the comment you make and walks away. You put your stuff into the closet, and get organized. Before you know it, everything is dark, and it's time to sleep. Exhausted, you fall back on your bed, causing dust to go everywhere. You try your best not to cough this time, because you don't want to wake the rest awake the rest of the band members.

        The whole entire room smells like cigarettes and alcohol. Not surprising, considering (almost) everybody smokes and drinks here. Who knows who's been and what has happened in this room. Slowly, you drift off to sleep.

        All of a sudden, you awake to a loud noise coming from your stomach. The hunger keeps increasing.

         "I'm probably not going to be able to fall asleep if I'm hungry," you whisper to yourself. Slowly and quietly, you go to the kitchen. You start looking through the fridge. Minutes pass, and you find nothing that looks appealing. 

        All of a sudden you feel something. Not touching you, but you feel it in the air. As if somebody is staring at you. You slowly turn around and face Murdoc. He's smirking and looking at you. 

        "W-what are you looking at?!" you ask him, trying to sound a bit scary, but failing. 

        "You have a nice body, (y/n)" he says, in a seductive way. You look down and realize you're in only bra and panties. Your cheeks turn a bright red. Fuck, I made him horny! you think. "nothin's wrong with you wearing only that. I mean I like it." He says, while looking at you.  

        "I'm NOT having sex with you, if that's what you're thinking." You tell him. you cover up as much as you can with your hands.

        "Why the hell not?" he says, taking a step closer. Sweat starts trickling down your face. GREAT! you think. He comes very close to your face, and wipes off the sweat, very gently. 

        "Murdoc. Stop. Y-you're drunk..." You tell him. You stutter a few times, because his touch makes you tremble. It's as if he had the magic touch. Your cheeks turn a rosy red, and you turn away, trying to hide the fact that you're actually kind of enjoying this.

        "(y/n), don't be ridiculous. Even if I was drunk, I'd still be able to see you're really sexy." he smirks as he says it. Goddamn is he smooth with words! You turn back and look at him. He has the biggest grin on his face. He knows he's made your knees weak. He knows you're really vulnerable at this point.

         "Thank you." as you say that, you grin back at him. His fingers start inching towards your neck. He touches your neck, with that knee-weakening, swooning, magic touch and slowly makes it down to your bra strap. Your whole entire body shudders from that touch. Murdoc gets a tiny shine in his eye, as if he knows he has you now. He starts playing around with it, as if he's giving you a sign. His fingers start to trail down your back. He strokes your back gently and seductively. You let out a tiny moan, quickly regretting you ever did.

        "Still a no?" He whispers into your ear. Those sneaky hands of his get down to your bra clips. He is about to un-clip it, but you quickly smack his hand. As much as you're enjoying yourself, you know it's not right. You don't even know him! "What the hell?" He asks, while backing away. Your secret was why not. Virginity. You still haven't lost it. You're scared to.. because you don't know what to except. Yes, it's lame for a 28 year old to not lost it by now, but I was so wrapped up in my music, I never really had time to do or think about it. Plus, Murdoc would surely laugh at you.

         "I-I.....I'm not on a pill." this was the quickest excuse you could think of. Surely he doesn't want kids.. right? Oh, but you were lying. You were on the pill. You ALWAYS were. It scared you not to be on the pill, because of your sister. She had gotten raped, and pregnant by the rapist by the age of 13. Thankfully, you yourself never got raped. 

         "But I can still do this, right?" Murdoc says. Before you could think or say anything, you start having a steamy make-out session. Ugh! This was heaven. I felt a feeling in my stomach. No, no... it couldn't be butterflies... but could it? Could you be falling for the alcohlic ban leader, also satanist, Murdoc Niccals?

WHOO! Author here guys :3 I'm really enjoying writing this story, and I hope you're enjoying reading it. For a few days, I sadly won't be able to write every day since I'm going away for a week. and then another week ;-; BUTTTT i'll try to write more than one chapter each day until i leave! As always, leave any questions or suggestions in the comments. It helps me write the content that you guys like! :) k baiiii