Murcock || A Murdoc x Reader NSFW book

Rocking Car

"Oh stop whining," you mumbled over his growling curses, letting your hand fumble with your phone.  At least you were on a main road and it wasn't freezing cold. But then again Murdoc never liked being optimistic. "Stop whining?!" he blurted out, his voice like a knife. He was annoyed obviously, but more so annoyed that his favorite car had finally broken down. Despite it hinting it's death months prior to this. Murdoc insisted on never taking it in to fix it, so in a way...it really was his fault.

"Fucking lovely," he muttered. His voice seared, mulling over the very clear damage that the car seemed to have taken as it rumbled one last time before giving out entirely. Looking over towards your pissed off lover, you had the incredible urge to tell him that he should have taken it into the shop, though you thought against it, to spare yourself his wrath. You pulled out your phone and searched for the tow truck number you kept in it. Since Murdoc was still spilling out annoyed curses, you stepped out of the car to dial the number of the towing service. It was fairly nice outside, but late in the evening, and you didn't feel like being stuck here in the dark that's for sure. They said they'd be there within the hour but you had a feeling it would take longer as most things usually do. So you just sighed and put your phone back into your pocket, staring off at the road beside you tuning out Murdoc's hands banging onto the steering wheel.

You noticed driver's door was opening a moment later and you watched as Murdoc joined you on your side of the car. He was still angry, but radiated a more solemn apologizing mood. "When will the tow truck be here?" he asked bluntly. You saw this as the start of his way of making peace with you. Murdoc always being unable to clearly just say the words to smooth things over with you. You stayed silent, twisting your fingers with his, sliding closer to him. "About an hour, be patient." You mumbled, hoping he wouldn't continue to whine, which he didn't.

He grunted and dragged you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. You stayed that way until he decided to end the uncomfortable silence. He used his strength to push you into the car door, his knees to holding you there. His hot breath had you practically leaning into him, making you crave the warmth his moderate frame supplied. You weren't that surprised at the sudden twist of his touch.This didn't really surprise you, as whenever Murdoc wanted to apologize for his behavior it usually was him initiating some form of intimacy. "Mudz?" you questioned, fingering his collar as he stared down at you.  His lips were inches away and you desperately wanted him to close that gap, but he had other ideas. His hips surged forward, a forming erection, which you were not shocked he had, stuck you against the cold metal.

"This is all your fault," he told you lowly, eyes staring down at you. His fingers jerked down to shuffle a little into your pants and grab the hem, and then he finally kissed you, but not long enough to be anywhere close to satisfying. You whined when he dragged his mouth back. "If you think you're off the hook, you're in for a shock lovely" he warned, and his voice was hinting at a delightful promise he was about to fulfill. You smirked because you knew it would push his buttons, because you knew the way your lips curled up like that always had him craving more. You ran your fingers through his rough, short, black hair  and you tilted your head, "You're so kinky Mudz. Are you planning on fucking me in the middle of the road?"  Because you didn't ignore the fact that odd people walking along the road still were starting to stare more.

He scoffed and glared down at you, his eyes hard and apologetic at the same time. You felt his hands slide over your waist, curling into the fabric of your shirt, molding over the back of your pants. Seconds later Murdoc was slipping his hand into the handle of the door and shoving you in with tremendous force. "Murdoc!" you gasped, your voice cried out because damn if you didn't almost smack your head on the seat. You grasped the headrest of the seat, uncomfortable, but your lover didn't seem to care about his rough handling of you and just looked with a scary, wolfish grin. A grin he only wore when he was about to make your toes curl. He pushed your legs and fiddled with the seat until you were laying down across it, then he proceeded to climb over you and shut the door with a bang. When he turned to face you, you let out a shaky laugh because really you were excited about his idea of punishment in such a tight space. "Not in the middle of the road," he said to you with that grin. "I'm not that much of an a freak." And your eyes rolled because yes he really was, and that was the reason you were in your current position, clutching at his shirt with your legs spread around him.