Murcock || A Murdoc x Reader NSFW book

An Ass?

"God damn..."

Murdoc propped himself lazily against the wall next to his other band members. His eyes were focused on your standing form across the room, distracting him completely from the conversation his band was having about an upcoming concert. The way you looked in those shorts and that tight shirt... it was tempting him beyond all measures. He could hardly restrain himself from gliding his tongue from one edge of his lower lip to the other when you bent over to retrieve something from the floor, flashing him a sneak peek of your ass. He could already feel a slight erection forming in his tight leather pants."Oh lord...guys he's staring at her again." Noodle teased, eliciting a unison grunt from the others. Murdoc smirked and turned to mumble something quietly into her ear, even though she seemed annoyed by this. "I want to give her a taste of what a real man is like...if you know what I mean?"

Noodle sighed, pushing him forward so he'd finally make a move towards you instead of constantly talking about "hitting it" with the band. Murdoc huffed before he pushed his hands into his pockets, and slumped over to where you stood alone. A small bead of sweat formed on his hairline when he heard your voice call out to him. "Murdoc! Yo bitch you come to try and tease me? or are you afraid I'll kick your ass again?"

His brow furrowed at your abrasive comment, did you just call the bassist of Gorillaz himself a bitch? He continued on towards you and stopped incredibly close to your body, in which you did not step back. The smirk across his lips portrayed what his devilish intentions were, and it made your insides quiver. "You're pretty cocky aren't you? Keep talking like that we'll see who laughs this time." He adjusted the collar of his shirt, stepping forward to press his body even closer to yours. Instead of retracting you merely flicked his forehead with your finger, and started walking away from him, swaying your hips as you walked.. He growled under his breath, annoyed yet aroused by your boldness. "Hey! You keep annoying me like this and you're really going to get it. I swear to satan."

"Oh yeah? Well you're all just talk, and no action Murdoc. How do you expect me to believe that?" You teased him, hoping to keeping pushing his buttons until he finally broke, broke all over you that is... Murdoc shot out and grabbed your hand firmly, pulling you uncomfortably close to his face, and leaned into to your ear. "I mean it, I'm starting to get hard over here."

You felt a small bulge rubbing against your leg making your heart race faster than just being in his presence. He noticed the smirk from your face disappear, urging him to take this encounter further. His hand tightened around yours as he drug your body over towards the restrooms. His eyes shot towards his band members who were now fully interested on what was going on between you two. He nodded slightly at them, signaling to not let anyone in the room until he was finished, they reluctantly stood at the entrance to the door. Meanwhile Murdoc already had you pressed against the walls of the cold stalls, holding your wrists firmly above your head.

"I'm about to show you what real love feels like baby." His words sent jolts of electricity down your spine, which made you twitch anxiously against his body. He planted his lips onto your neck, biting and sucking around your supple flesh until he had created several dark marks which dotted your skin. If your body was on fire just from this, imagine what he would make you feel like in a few minutes. He didn't seem to be slowing down anytime soon, and your cheeks heated up in embarrassment when after a few more sloppy kisses placed on your collarbone and neck he pulled away from you, examining his masterpiece. He smirked when he saw you, "Do you even know what kind of face you have right now?"

He teased and winked at you, making you shift your body to release some of the pressure building rapidly in your groins. His chuckled echoed through the room as he began to slip off his jacket, and the necklace he wore every day. Your eyes roamed his body, and waited for him to reveal more, not bothering to remove your own clothing in the process due to him being such a distraction. His hands ignored his white shirt, instead proceeding down to those leather pants which he unzipped and roughly pulled down just under his knees before he grabbed a thin, silver wrapped condom from his pant pocket. You're eyes widened as he tore the wrapper away easily, and worked the thin material over his now fully erect cock. You couldn't tear your eyes away from his body, that is, until he suddenly snapped his fingers in front of your face to catch your attention. You blinked a few times before looking up at his beautiful and cocky face, which had a confused look on plastered on it. "Hey! Are we going to do this or what? Take off your clothes."