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Murdoc X Reader [Gorillaz]

“You're one persistent fucker, aren't you?”

“You bet I am. I'm also a great fucker.” My face turns hot at that and I scoff, resting my head in my free hand.

“Oh, is that so, Mr. Mystery?”

“Of course it is, love. Maybe you can come back with me to my place, and I'll show you how great I am in bed.” Feeling his hand rest on my lower thigh, I jolt slightly, not having suspected it. Glancing at him, I watch as his abnormally long tongue licks his lips, a seductive gaze in his eyes.

“I'm not one for one-night stands. Besides, I have no clue who the fuck you are.”

“You don't?! I thought everyone knew my face. Do you live under a rock?!”

“No. I just don't pay attention much. Don't have time to.”

“Have you ever heard of Gorillaz?” I hum in thought before nodding.

“Yeah. I've heard a few of their songs. Never seen their videos or anything, though.” He grins widely.

“So, whaddya think, babe? Go on, tell me!”

“Well, the drums are pretty nice, and so is the guitar. The singer is good, but he could be a bit more...clear with what he says. Hard to understand what he says at times.”

“And what about the bass? Hmmm?”

“It's nice. Hard to hear at times, but it ties everything together.” He chuckles, grinning widely.

“Well, love, what if I told you that I'm the one and only bassist of Gorillaz?” I stare at him quietly, registering the info. It made sense in an odd way.

“That's pretty cool. You're good at what you do.”

“Thanks, babe.”

“So, why are you even chatting with me? Why not one of the bimbos over on the dance floor?”

“Ah, I did. They're all too busy making out with each other to acknowledge me. It was hot to watch, but it would've been hotter if they'd let me join.” He chuckles, moving his hand away from my thigh. Yawning, he pulls at the fabric covering his crotch, which I notice is bulging slightly. I quickly turn away and drink my rum, blushing darkly. Noticing, he chuckles before placing his hand back on my thigh, a bit higher up this time. I try to ignore the heat beginning to blossom in my pants at the feeling, and I take a deep breath to stay calm.

“I...really should get going. I have to do housework tomorrow. And like I said, I'm not one for one-night stands-!” I gasp as his nails dig into my pants, squeezing my thigh and sending a rush of pain and euphoria through me.

“Maybe it'll be more than just one night, love. It'll happen whenever, but I'd be willing to come back to you - just as long as you're good in bed.” I sigh softly, realizing I probably wasn't going to win. Besides, it has been a while since I've slept with anyone, and I have been extremely horny recently. And a famous musician (as gross as he is) is practically begging for me in an odd way that involves alcohol. He is oddly attractive, somehow. Don't ask. But I make up my mind and finish my drink, just a bit buzzed at this point.

“Fine, I guess. What'd you say your name was?”

“The name is Murdoc Niccals.”

“(F/n) (L/n).”

“(F/n), eh?, Well then, (F/n), you're in for a real treat. Cause I must say, you are making me extremely randy, and I can't wait to fuck you.~” Watching his hand slide up further on my leg, I gulp nervously and hope he can't tell how horny I am through my pants. “Now come on, babe. I'm ready to blow this joint and blow your mind.” Putting money on the counter for the bartender, he stands up and leads me out, his erection a bit more obvious now.