Stranded {{Murdoc X Reader}}

Too drunk...

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So the mystery intruder into my room during my 'moment' has been solved, it was the man who I was playing with myself over. Should I be glad or incredibly embarrassed? Right now, at this very moment, I could feel my skin tingle as the heat of my nerves begin to boil my blood. Every inch of my body turns far too sensitive to the touch, I can hardly move, I don't know how to solve this situation. I awkwardly cough, forcing my eyes to look into his, his eyes full of lust.

Jesus Christ...

"Y...your turn now! Truth or dare?" I say, trying to change the topic to stop myself from getting so worked up yet again.

"Huhh... Truth, I don't fancy getting myself wet again." He sniggered, his stare trailing up my body.

"Hm.... Ok..." I try to think of a question which will get him as embarrassed as I am right now.

"What were you doing sneaking around the corridors and peeping into my room in the first place Murdoc?" I say, sulking. My cheeks red hot from embarrassment and irritation bubbling in my eyes.

"Mhmhph you caught me out this time didn't you?" He snarled at me.

"That excatly my aim. You embarrassed me..." I say, looking away from him. I can't believe he caught me doing that...

"Well, you see, (y/n), I was rather pissed myself that night, so of course my lust was going a bit out of control. I noticed you were, lets say... slightly more confident that night, almost a little interested in me from what it seemed. I went to your room hoping you'd be wide awake, only to find the lights off, but I could hear you... And those noises you were making, sweet satan I'd do anything to hear you call my name out again in that tone. I guess I got a little embarrassed myself listening to that, so I couldn't brave to come in and give you a helping hand if you know what I mean mhmhph..."

Ohhh jeeze I asked the wrong question. I wish he did come in and finish me off, if he finds me that much of a turn on... He finds me, attractive... Is that just him though? Doesn't he find anyone attractive? Hasn't he shagged hundreds of women? Why didnt he shag me? I don't understand!

"Why not then, you've shagged plenty of other women." The words slipped out of my lips like word vomit, alcohol tends to take away your filter sometimes. I instantly regretted what I had just said, slowly looking up to the man I just insulted. He was looking confused, almost a little offended at my comment.

"Bloody hell (y/n) how many times do I have to explain myself?" He spat. "You are not like those women at all, your not just a one night stand, your not just my toy to fuck whenever I want too. You are not wrong, I usually don't have a problem with ploughing any bird that shows interest, but no offense to the ladies, I had no real interest in them."

"I don't get you at all, what makes me so difficult then? I can't tell if you ... you..." For fucks sake... I fucking hate alcohol sometimes. I stand up strongly, and storm to the other side of the boat, out of the cabin and sit looking out to sea, feeling humiliated and embarrassed.

"(Y/n)? What the hell?" Murdoc runs over to me kneeling down closely. "Don't take every bloody thing I say so negatively for goodness sake. You always take what I say to be negative!" He says frowning at me.

"I didn't mean too..." I look down from him, watching my hands as they nervously fidget on my lap. I feel like an idiot... I don't get sex at all, I don't get what it takes to be able to be that sort of person for somebody. All my mind can think about is sex, then I will get a wave of self hatred and take it out on the one person who's ever shown genuine interest.