He took me. And he used me. And he love-- [Murdoc x Reader]

The Bar.

This is my first fanfiction and I am super inexperienced. This is just what I wanted to write and was heavely based on me. Please leave suggestions for future fanfics! 

You were having a horrid time when you went to the crusty, old, dlipidated, and sleazy bar. You had just graduated college and had a Master's Degree of the Fine Arts. You had been playing the bass guitar, cello, and piano for about 10 years of your life. The first five were horrible. You were forced to play for your mother and father's party guests, which they had often. Or else you would be starved and beaten. The other five years were just your burning passion for the activity. You were 21, spot on. And you were happy. For the most part. Until you were robbed of everything you had. Your stuff, your sanity, and your yearning for a relationship. You were adamant about being in a relationship for a long while until all your friends, (All three of them), were victims of abusive relationships. They all made it out fine, just with psycological damage. Anyway, you promised them you would never-ever try a relationship.

You were sipping your whiskey when someone came behind you and put their hands on your curvy hips. You were startled and turned around as fast as you could, pushing the lean figure off of you. When you opened your eyes, you were greeted with a green man with excessive bangs-- wait GREEN? BANGS? GREASY HAIR?!? You thought to yourself... Is, is that Murdoc Niccals?!

You thought this aloud and he looked down at you with a thick, british, and seductive," Yea' right in fron' ov ya, luv."

You noticed you were staring with your mouth wide open when he reached and put a warm, calloused hand upon your soft (S/C) face. And you were falling for it too. Swooning over this famous bassist. Until you remembered why he was there. To get in your pants.

You turned around with a grumble and glared at the bassist, you huffed under your breath,

"I'm not a retard, Murdoc, I don't want you, nor will I ever want you."

Murdoc heard you and placed his hand on the small of your back, giving your pants a little tug.

 "I know, luv, thas' why I chose ya. I'd hat' ta leave withou' seein' ya naked." The satanist said with one if his iconic laughs.

After he said this, you turned around and places a hand on his chest, and leaning in for a kiss. Then you pushed him and got up from your seat, leaving the green man in astonishment as he watched your hips swish as you walked moving like the waves on a serene beach, you ass firm and soft at the same time. He knew he wanted to claim you as his, hell, he wanted to plow you right here, in the middle of this bar with everyone watching. He wanted to leave bite marks and purple and blue circles all on your neck. He wanted his scratch marks on your thighs. This man wanted you. He wanted you bad. 

When you opened the doors to the outside of the sleazy bar, you watched the rain pour down and soak your white t-shirt, exposing your breasts in the process. You ran back in, soaked and Murdoc walked confidently over to you. "Heh, look' li' someone does wan' me. Huh?" Murdoc said as he placed his hands on your soaked hips, pulling you in closer and rubbing your mildly big breasts against his sweater-riddled chest, pulling you in for a nice, warm hug.

You realised he was getting physical and pulled away, wanting more, but holding your ground and saying," No, I don't 'want' you. I just wanted to go home but it was raining and I got soaked.". He looked you up and down and came to a conclusion, "Okay, well, I can give ya' a ride home, Yeah?". You don't refuse his offer and he covers you with an umbrella he found at the door and guides you to the car.

You get in the car then he turns the heat on, and looks at you,"Whaa' to, luv?". You ponder for a moment. "Well, I have no home. Anywhere I could stay for the night?"

He looks at you and says,"I know excaaly whaa you can stay fa the nigh'...". You look at him with utter disgust and then stare out the window next to you as he makes an audible grunt then he pulls out the parking lot and drives down the road.

Soon enough you catch him looking at your exposed breast at a stop light and turn towards the window in whole, leaving your ass out and him observing that too. You just ignore him and fall asleep as he later pulls up to Kong Studios.