2D’s Toothgap🦷

A familiar, loud car noise hit your ears as you were literally running for your life because of some guys who weren’t very satisfied with your company. Now and then, it happens that people are trying to kill you. That’s how life was for someone who was dealing with the expensive kind of pills. The sight of Murdoc Niccals’s black Chevrolet Camaro lit up your face, as the mentioned vehicle just drifted in right in front of you. The wheels screeched as a window pulled down from the driver’s side.

“Get in, you fuckin’ bastard!” Murdoc yelled at you; his raspy voice was even more annoying when he was totally mad. And he was, in fact, totally mad at you right now. You sprinted to the door and jumped in his car, leaving the door open as he began to drive. Gunshots hit the car’s already bullet-hole-patterned side as you were trying to protect yourself from getting hit.

“Fuckin’ hell! You’re fuckin’ insane! An insane, dumb bitch you are!” He continued to swear at you, stepping into the gas to the scene as fast as possible. His speed reached over fifty miles an hour, and the door was still open. You sat up, gripped the driver’s seat back to reach out for the knob so you wouldn’t fly out of the car, and closed the door with a relieved sigh as you noticed that the guys chasing you slowly got left out of sight.

“Fuck! I didn’t think I would make it this time!” You took a deep breath. In the meantime, you began to crawl between the two front seats to sit beside Murdoc. It seemed obvious he didn’t like your maneuver.

“The fuck are you doin’?! Stop squirmin’!” He barked, and you mocked him by repeating his words with a forced raspy voice. At last, you successfully moved to the front seat. The sight of you making yourself comfortable just so easily made Murdoc go fucking nuts, leaving him groaning something ugly under his nose.

“Would you die if you were just a little bit nice to me?!” You complained, squeezing your side. It hurt like hell. You weren’t certain that a bullet got you, but you sure as hell bled a lot. Your clothes were soaked with your dark red fluids, no matter how much you tried to put pressure on them.

“Nice to you?! Ain’t no bloody soul woul’ be nice to you after ‘is!” He spat while he was still driving at high speed. He tried to take a look at you from the corner of his eye. He may not seem like it, but his worry was genuine. That was the reason he came for you in the first place.

He fiddled with something in his door pocket until you saw him picking out a cigarette, and lit it up with the car’s built-in lighter. He took a deep inhale from the nicotine-filled stick by holding it in between his thumb and index finger, keeping his other hand on the steering wheel. There was something damn hot about him smoking, especially when he was even frowning while doing so. At that moment you didn’t risk asking for a cigarette yourself. It was almost like bringing up McDonald’s to your mama right after you got three F’s at school. Only the turned-on radio made a sound in your atmosphere and kept you awake. Even silence with Murdoc Niccals sounded like a scolding. He took another look at you, and this time he noticed the spreading red stain on your shirt that you were desperately squeezing. He bit into his cigarette hard, letting out a muffled swearing, and he stepped on the gas to go even faster. He had a flat a few miles away, and you had to keep your consciousness somehow. You searched in your pocket to get your phone, to start a round of the snake game you always played when you were bored. Now, it was because you had to keep your mind busy instead of dying in your weird situationship’s car. Your legs were shaking and your teeth shivering from the anxiety, due to the fear of death. Only then you did feel Murdoc’s hand over your knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He didn’t say a word for the rest of the ride.

You arrived at Murdoc’s flat somewhere in London, which you’ve rarely been to before. The small apartment was somewhat familiar; perhaps that was because you were over once or twice while being totally drunk or high on drugs to just have a good shag and leave. You couldn’t navigate yourself through the house alone; you had to wait until he locked the front door. You kicked down your shoes by the door and took off your jacket to just drop it somewhere. It wasn’t a tidy place, but surely better than the places you were hiding around the past few days. The bloodstains on your shirt didn’t spread much more, which was promising. Maybe you’re not dying after all.

“Kitchen.” Murdoc tilted his head in the direction of the mentioned place, meaning for you to follow him there. Still pressing down on your side, you made your way to the kitchen, where he patted the top of the small dining table. “Sit on.”

Your mouth curled up into a smirk even though you never felt more dizzy in your entire life.

“Fuck, Murdoc, get a hold of yourself.”

“Shut your goddamn mouth, and pull up your shirt!” He demanded as he opened the fridge’s door to get some stuff out. Alcohol for medical use and painkillers that 2D took most of the time. Then he searched for some things on the shelves. He had an impressively huge medical box. God knows what he kept in there. You did what he told you, even so, not like you had any choice in this situation. You rolled up your blood-covered shirt, took it off and tossed it on the floor. There was dry blood on your side and a slightly open wound. It was still questionable if a bullet was still inside you. That’s when you remembered Murdoc had earned a medical degree once in prison. You weren’t sure if you became relieved or even more worried about yourself.

He gave you pills that you took without a word, while he washed his hands in the kitchen sink with a bottle of cheap vodka as a matter of sanitizing. That is definitely not the way a doctor would get ready for a procedure. At this point, it was so whatever if you’d die from blood loss or because of your crazy situationship after all, so you just tried to get along with the thought. He took a better look at you and your wound. It was strange to feel his hand on you so carefully, though it still hurt like hell. Does it always have to hurt when he touches you, even if he’s gentle? It was like the universe wanted it like this. Everything he did hurt, at least a little.

“Good news: No bullet. Bad news: I’ll stitch you up.” He announced, with a devilish smile on his face, sticking out his tongue for a second to lick through his pointy teeth. You took a deep breath. You almost cried when he was just examining your wound; you couldn’t imagine the pain you would feel when he started poking you with weirdly shaped needles. Especially if he’s smiling so sadistically like he did just now.

Before he started the procedure, he cleaned the area around your wound. Sometimes he looked up at you, seeking a reaction, any sign that you’re going to pass out or worse. But when your eyes met, you just gave him a somewhat grateful smile. He saved your life, and not even his annoying frown or asshole behavior could change that. Your hands wandered to his hips, pulling him closer in between your legs, leaning forward with your mouth so you could kiss him. You bit into his lower lip, inviting him to get passionate, and he gave in for a short while. It was untamed as always, your tongues rolling against each other angrily, as if you were trying to choke the other. His hand ran up to your cheek; the cotton ball he was cleaning you with was still in his palm. You could smell the sanitizer from his fingers for a slight moment, until he pulled himself away from you.

“You stupid cunt.” He groaned, keeping his touch on your cheek, giving it a small stroke with his thumb.

“I know.” You agreed, nodding at his mean accusations against you. You truly agreed with him. This time, you went too far, and your life will be in constant danger from now on. Maybe this is the last night you would ever see him, and maybe there’s no point for him tending to your injury. You were as good as dead.

He rolled up the sleeves of his black turtleneck to his elbows as he prepared to stitch your wound, but just before that, he gave you lidocaine through injection around the exposed skin of your waist, ensuring you wouldn’t feel a thing. A few sharp picks from the needle made you hiss in response.

“You ain’t a baby,” he mocked you, and you groaned a silent shut up, while you pressed your grip on the edge of the table. He relented, allowing you to clutch his shirt at his waist, on the condition only if you could hold still while he worked. You focused on staying steady, your eyes glued to his hands as he deftly closed the wound. The sight wasn’t pretty, yet you managed not to feel nauseous. He didn’t seem like that kind of person, but he executed each stitch with care. It might sound absurd, but you trusted him completely. You couldn’t help but wonder how hot he was in the role of a doctor.

“You’re fucking sexy like that.” You purred your words, eyes meeting his again. His frown softened as he looked at you now. He was just finished with your care, and he gave you a smirk before he cut the monofilament he stitched you up with. You asked so many times in your head how he got all this medical stuff from, but you weren’t sure if you actually wanted to know that.

“Tell me somethin’ new. Like how are you plannin’ to pay me back all of this?” Murdoc’s raspy voice stung your ears. He finished just a few seconds ago with your treatment, but a cigarette was already hanging out of his mouth. His eyes narrowed, and he blew out the smoke, waiting for your answer.

“What do you need?” You asked. Most of the time, when Murdoc did a favor for you, it wasn’t for free. You always had a pack of something for him. Pills, weed or other synthetic stuff, but not now. Not after you lost everything from a big mistake.

“There’s no use in tryin’ to force somethin’ out of nothin’. When I feel like it, I’ll kindly ask for somethin’ in return. I just wanted to let you know that you owe me your ass in advance.” He pressed the cigarette down against the ashtray on the table before he left you. “Wash yourself and go to sleep.”

–

Murdoc let you stay in his flat for a few days. It helped you with the faster recovery, since it was somewhat safe for you there. No clients of yours knew about this place, nor about him. Finally, you could sleep without your eyes being open, keeping your body and mind on high-alert constantly. Murdoc wasn’t at home all the time. He usually left early in the morning by the sounds of it, and only took short checks on you daily if you’re still alive and he doesn’t have to bury you without getting the police attention. That would cause some unpleasant explanations. On the sixth day, your wound was more itchy than hurt. Murdoc swore that if you kept touching it, he would put a cone over your head like they do for a fucking dog.

You stood in front of the standing mirror in the bedroom where your sleeping place was, pulling the long-sleeved shirt you found in Murdoc’s wardrobe up to your chest, checking out the stitched-up wound. It was healing neatly, but you couldn’t exactly be truly glad about it. Days have passed, and you still couldn’t help but wonder about paying your debt to Murdoc. The suspicious part was that he never even mentioned it anymore. Not even when he brought you food or gave you painkillers to be able to sleep. Not a word, and you started to become anxious about it.

He had a room functioning as a kind of studio. You often heard him do experiments on instruments, working out something new. It happened so when you opened the door on him, having a check on him instead of him taking a look at you. You stood by the door, your shoulder resting against the doorframe, crossing your arms. His striped black and purple shirt fits your body well. You didn’t have any shorts on, and the shirt barely hid anything of your bottom that was covered with simple black panties. The start of your thighs peeked out of the clothes. He couldn’t just ignore you when you looked like that, but in the meantime, he couldn’t ignore you bothering him while he was making music.

“The fuck’ do you want? “His finger movements stopped on the bass, as he frowned at you. Though that was only for a short time, until he saw you in that outworn shirt. Somewhat of a sinful light appeared in his eyes. The use of his words changed as well, as he continued: “Only appreciating my girls in the studio naked.”

You rolled your eyes as you stepped in and dropped yourself on the leather couch. In that moment, he decided to take a break, and he pulled out a cigarette out of pure routine, offering you one as well. It’s been a week since you barely smoked anything, and it felt like bliss when you felt the bitter taste of tobacco on your tongue. Murdoc drank scotch from a whiskey glass; you were sure it wasn’t his first round of it today.

“What were you playing?”

“Nothin’ important.” He shrugged his shoulders, sinking into the couch beside you. You both looked forward for a while, he took a big sip from his glass, consuming all the golden colored whiskey he poured for himself. You were the one who tilted your head towards him first, but wouldn’t say a word. He was opening his mouth to say something, like what are you looking at or some shit, but you preceded him with quickly crawling onto his lap, grabbing both of his shoulders. You caught him off-guard with this one, but his smirk just grew wider on his face.

“Can’t take long breaks from your addictions, eh?” His greenish hands moved to your waist, rolling up your shirt just barely a bit, so he could see your stomach and the curve of your body. He was constantly mocking you, but to say the truth, he was just obsessed with you as you were with him. His long fingernails traced lines over your side, running beside your healing wound. You leaned in, tilting his chin up with your fingers to capture his lips in a kiss. The flavors of nicotine and alcohol danced between your tongues. Murdoc drew you onto his lap, your bodies pressed together, electric and alive. You could feel his trousers tighten, his erection growing under the fabric. He moved to the couch to lie on his back, keeping you on top of him. The glass slipped from his grip, and was dropped to the floor. Your hands fiddled with his pants button and zipper, until it deftly slid down to his thighs. You leaned down to kiss him again, this time harder. As your palm rubbed against his hard manhood, he groaned in between your lips.

His thin but still rough fingers squeezed your ass, encouraging you to rub yourself against him. Your already wet cunt covered with your panties pushed to his hardening cock slowly, teasing.

“Fuck yeah, baby…Jus’ like that.” His voice was even raspier when he tried to whisper, and you loved it. But there was something that bothered you, since you sat on his lap; A foreign feeling of disgust. It was as if your hands were shackled and you could barely move them on your own. You felt your body as an empty shell, moving only by strings like a puppet, and you had no idea who was in charge of controlling you. Your stomach turned, and that is where you decided to give up, to just storm out of the small studio room, with the statement that you’re gonna go out to puke.

Murdoc watched you leave the room, sitting on the couch, with an extremely confused expression. All he did was raise an arm and take a whiff on his armpit. He was sure he had worse days with you, but you never threw up or anything. That was weird.

You were already brushing your tongue and teeth with toothpaste on your finger, because you wouldn’t use any of the toothbrushes in that bathroom, not even if they paid you money. That was when Murdoc finally came to check on you. His trousers were still unbuttoned and slightly down on his thighs.

“Wha’? Did you ge’ knocked up aside from being shot?” He asked with an evil grin as you turned off the tap. “I ain’t do free abortions jus’ to be clear.”

“For fuck’s sake, Murdoc, I’m not pregnant!” You raised your voice at him, trying to leave the bathroom, but he was still in your way, standing by the door.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, then? I don’t know what you did out there, but ever since I saved your ass from your junkie zombies, you’re worse than 2D. You acted like a fuckin’ injured baby kitten or somethin’ and in the next minute you were simply an asshole again. I know you as an asshole, you ain’t a baby kitten.”

He was right. You were a hundred times more independent and confident than you are now. Your head was a mess, you were terrified, alone and disgusted by yourself. You don’t think there was a time when you were this low.

“Just what in the bloody hell happened to you?” He asked you again, keeping himself at the door so you wouldn’t leave. No words slipped out of your mouth; only your eyes met his, it stung into his mind. He recognized the fury that your gaze held. The same anger he had carried in his eyes for a very long time. He was merely a child when it happened, but he could never forget it. Not ever.

“I had no other options.” Your lips curled into a tense smile, shrugging your shoulders. There you were. Smiling through it, even if it hurts your ego more than anything. You had no other choice but to use everything you had to survive, and you were damned ashamed of being humiliated like that. You would rather die than relive those moments.

Murdoc never hugged you sober, and perhaps he was not fully sober either right now. But still, he took you into his embrace, strangely gentle and caring. Even if it sounded ridiculous, no person in your world could share that pain with you, other than him. You knew about what happened to Murdoc back then, when he was just a boy. He confessed it to you years ago on a high night, and you weren't even sure if he remembered telling you at all. But the warmth, the usual smell of nicotine and cologne on his shirt, comforted you. You remembered how he smelled the same when he tended to your wound days ago. Everything he does hurts, at least a little, but not now. It’s an anesthetic, like lidocaine. You couldn’t help it; your hands ran up to his back, squeezing him desperately, afraid that he might pull away from you earlier when you needed him so much. Damn it, you really act like a wounded kitten. Maybe you needed this more than anything. More than that damn stitch on your side.

“You can have this flat. They won’t find you here.” He said, and you shook your head.

“Too many favors. I’m not an idiot to trust you.” The paradox between your words and actions was funny. You still nestled in his arms after all.

“Do what you wanna, die if you’d rather.” He would never admit that he wants you to be around. No amount of alcohol could manage to make him say it.

You took a moment to gather your thoughts, but like a flickering flame of a lighter, the traumatic response that gripped you was gone just as swiftly. Deep down, you were confident to pick up where you left off in the studio. You wanted him, him alone. While trust had always been a complicated word between you, it didn’t matter when it was about sex. With him, it was always fun, and it always felt right.

You went out in the kitchen, agreeing to have a few drinks together. You’ve found an old card game on one of the shelves, and it sounds fun to play just a few games. Each time someone lost a round, you had to drink from the same shitty brand of vodka that Murdoc used to sanitize his hand with. You both got a little drunk due to your unfortunate game losses. When the night reached the bedroom you slept in, your back hit the mattress. He crawled on top of you, you didn’t even notice that he didn’t even have his shirt on for a while now. The upside-down cross around his neck swung lowly, and you couldn’t resist taking it off him to drape it around your own. That playful act of yours started something wicked inside him. He leaned down, trailing soft kisses along your cheek, down your jaw, and to the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a warm shiver through you.

“Wanna make you feel good, baby,” He groaned into your ear, giving it a pinch with his messy teeth. “Do you wan' it?”

You nodded desperately at his question.

“Fuck, yes-“ You barely manage to keep your breathing steady, as he put his knee between your thighs, making sure they are spread apart nicely. Your fingers ran up to his short, black tufts, giving them a gentle squeeze as his mouth reached your collarbones, giving your exposed skin a few pecks of kisses. He sucked deep red marks around your neck, and he was careful enough not to hurt you this time. The warmth of his mouth was already enough to make you feel aroused.

“Will keep you safe n’ sound… You jus’ tell me if it’s bad.”

One of his hands cupped your breast through the clothes, while the other softly moved to your stomach. His pointy nails strokes tickled on your skin, making your tummy flinch a little each time he touched you. The yearning feeling inside you grew, making your breathing shaky. You caressed his hair with your fingers, encouraging him for more.

He understood what your wishes were. Most of the time, he would be a prick and just keep edging you until you beg, but not today; Just as he said before, he wanted to make you feel good. His mouth slowly reached down to your stomach, adjusting himself to lie on his chest against the mattress, between your legs. His hands wandered up to each of your thighs, keeping them in just the perfect spread.

“Murdoc-“ You sighed his name. Oh, it was torture not to just eat you right up now. You smiled teasingly. “Will you give me oral pleasure?”

“Will you kiss it?” He caught the Pulp Fiction reference you quoted, and you chuckled when he responded with the right answer. You nodded as you helped him pull down your panties by raising your feet upwards.

“But you first…”

“Okay.” He finished the quote and leaned forward to bury his face between your legs, finally getting a taste of you. His long tongue was insanely powerful, yet he wasn’t too rough with it. The tip of his wet muscle moved in circles around your clit, making you gasp.

“Fuck- Murdoc…” You called out his name again, music to his ears. One of your hands still held into his hair, while the other moved to the cross that hung around your neck. He watched you grab it, and hell knows why it was so sexy to turn him on this hard within a second.

The feeling of your orgasm’s edging arrived too soon. You didn’t want to finish just yet.

“I want you inside.” You sighed, and he pressed a wet kiss on your clit before he leaned away. Fucking hell, that was close. But Murdoc didn’t just do something you wanted that easily. He kneeled up, left hand still on your thighs, while the right found its way to your wet cunt, pushing his middle and ring finger into your warmth. His fingers curled inside you just in the perfect rhythm that made your hips arch. He grinned at you teasingly. “Can’t take it without squirmin’, can you?”

“Shut up–“ You bit your lower lip as you gasped. His fingers put the right pressure on the perfect spot. It was torture not to touch yourself, but in the meantime, you knew if you did it, you would cum in no time. Both of your hands gripped the sheets under you, eyes closed, and chest rising along with your moans. Murdoc’s eyes were filled with the beauty that your sight gave, making him pull his fingers out of you so he could help himself out of his boxer, and adjust his massive length to your entrance, giving your core some wet rubs with his tip. “Still on pills, love?”

You nodded, and you couldn’t help but feel a little flushed now. It was rare for you to hear him call you love, but sometimes he did when he was drunk and felt like appreciating you. Ain’t no way he’s not going to come inside you tonight. You wanted to feel his warm cum filling you up; it was as if you wanted to be his, to be marked by. So no one could ever touch you again besides him.

He rubbed himself against your clit with turning movements, and then he pressed himself down to your hole. His hips moved slowly at first, letting you get comfortable and have no problem with letting him in. He leaned forward, reclining his arms on each side of your shoulders, gripping the sheets. Your faces were barely an inch away from each other. Your lower lips touched for a minute as he pushed himself in further.

He let out a moany groan as he praised you: “Good girl. Ain’t hurt?”

Your moans were filled with satisfaction as you moved one of your hands to his arm, your fingers wrapped around his wrist as he began to move at a slow pace, keeping up a steady rhythm. The hand you held moved so he could take yours and chain your fingers against the sheets. Murdoc's lips finally met yours once again, filling the room with the sloppy sounds of your kisses. His tongue still tasted like you, and he wanted you to feel it closely. His hip movements became rougher and faster when you told him to do so. He wanted to keep it hidden that he actually liked it when you told him what to do under the sheets. He simply couldn’t take back from his ego. “Fucking hell, baby. You’re damn beautiful in my shirt, y’know?”

You squeezed his hand within your fingers lock, while your other hand slowly wandered to his mouth.

“Make it wet for me.” You commanded gently, and he looked at you with so much lust and annoyance at the same time. How dare you tell him what to do… Do it again, call his name with it. His ridiculously long tongue slid out of his mouth, moistening up your fingers just right. He even took your fingers into his mouth, imitating it as if he sucked on a dick. What a slutty way to imply how he wants to get pegged by you. You slowly pulled your fingers out of his mouth and made your way to your hungry clit. You circled your sensitive spot in the perfect way to build up your orgasm. Murdoc slowed down; he wanted to wait for you, with the idea of finishing together.

“ ‘Wanna cum to your voice. You gettin’ close, aren’t you?” His warm, groany whisper tickled your ear, and he pressed a kiss on your cheek before he attacked your lips with his mouth again. Your muffled moans made him know that you are indeed on the edge. The thrusts of his hips were confident and hard now, making your ass clap with the rhythm. A shiver ran down your whole body when you felt your orgasm reaching the top, while his seeds spread through inside you. You both moaned into each other's mouths with deep satisfaction.

“Fuck–“ You breathed heavily, and so did he, pressing his bangs-covered forehead against your shoulder. His exhaled air warmed your skin.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Yeah…I was craving this ever since you saved my ass…” You panted with a smile on your face. Your fingers were still chained together, resting on the sheets.

A few minutes later, you were in a cuddling position, smoking a joint together in bed. Your head rested against Murdoc’s lightly hairy chest. The ashtray was on his lap, and whenever you wanted to take a drag from it, he pressed the joint to your mouth.

“I think my wound split open.” You murmured drowsily. He ran his free hand down your side, tugging at the striped shirt you had on to reveal your stitched-up wound. It looked fine.

“You’ll live.” He said, letting the fabric fall back but keeping his palm resting on your waist.

“Whatever you say, Mur-doc.” You teased with a terrible joke.

“Shut the fuck up.” He had to intervene before you started cracking those terrible jokes that came with being high, so he put the joint’s end into your mouth. You laughed as you took another drag from it, now holding it in between your fingers.

“You’ve compared me to 2D in the bathroom, you asshole. I have every right to annoy you now.”

At that moment, he went silent for a second, and then jumped straight out of bed. What the hell is he doing right now? You watched him pull his pants up with a confused and slightly concerned expression. He can't exactly run away from a situationship, since it's his flat after all.

“Where the hell are you going?” You asked.

“It’s 2D.” He explained in a hurry. “I think I left him in the car’s trunk in the morning.”

Colorful flashing lights danced in the corner of your eyes as you tried focusing on your flip phone’s screen. One of your friends, who you went to the funfair with, drank a little too much, and your other friend decided to pull her away from all the noise and the flashing lights just so she could pull herself together. In the meantime, you already paid yourself in for a rollercoaster ride, so it was logical that they wouldn’t want your ticket to get wasted. Head still spinning from the rush of adrenaline and intense movements, you tried reading out the small letters in your messages. The SMS you just got wasn’t very reassuring, though:

(Friend name): girl, she’s total wasted. gotta catch a taxi. meet u at the dodgems latr

You let out a sigh. You surely appreciated it more if your friends were adult enough in the head to not get hella drunk at an amusement park. You closed down your phone and put it back in your handbag, making your way to the bumper cars. Loud pop music encouraged the drivers to let themselves go wild on the track with the small, colorful electric cars. You loved dodgems ever since you were a kid, but hell knows how long it has been since you actually did a ride. It would be a lot better if there were your friends to enjoy bumping into each other with. To say the truth, it wasn’t rare that you felt left alone, and thought much about being in the wrong company. I mean, if it’s your birthday and you ask your friends to celebrate it at the funfair, the ideal would mean they try to make it the best experience for you, right?

A bit of an emotional feeling kicked in for you. You felt like that one kid in elementary school who got left in the dining hall for not eating fast enough.

“Got your ticket, Miss?” A sharp British accent bit your ear from behind. The sudden rush of getting a teary eye disappeared as fast as it came.

“Oh-“ You turned over just to see the most majestic man you ever saw in your life. Over six feet, skinny legs and arms. He wore bright red Martens boots, blue jeans and a yellow patterned t-shirt over a simple white long-sleeves. His hair was light blue, spiky, and so messy, you believed you could go crazy if you kept looking at it. You desperately began to search in your pocket for some coins to exchange a token for money instead of giving him a pre-bought ticket. You gave him the price of the ride, and he quickly exchanged it for a token, putting the little red colored coin into your palm. His fingers barely touched your skin, but you already felt goosebumps all over your arm. He was pretty. Damn, he was.

He smiled at you, and you noticed how he had a gap between his teeth that made him look even sweeter. His eyes were pitch black; it could have been an eye tattoo or some kind of disorder. Still, it wasn’t enough for you not to see the aesthetic behind them. You never felt so into someone at first sight like you did right now.

“Ah- uhm. Sorry, but I like your hair.” You managed to spit it out, and he was just about to turn away to show you which car you could use, but the sudden compliment made him stop. His face turned bright red. You made him blush, and it didn’t help you want to stop trying again to do so.

“Why, thank you, darlin’!” The only thing he said in response. You weren’t sure he wanted to shake you off or he just didn’t know how to handle compliments. He showed you which car you should take, as he said it was his favorite. Okay, he is up to flirting then.

“Couldn’ help but notice, you had sad girl eyes. Wanna decide the song for the ride?” He asked, and now you became flushed. Not sure if it was because you felt embarrassed by looking so obviously sad, or it was because he was so kind to you.

“You have The Ketchup Song?” You asked with a chuckle as you got in your vehicle.

“ ‘Course I have The Ketchup Song! You know how the bumper works, sweetheart?” Oh, the butterflies inside your stomach were killing you from that one word. There was something about the British accent that made the word sweetheart tear off your panties in an instant. Metaphorically, unfortunately. You simply nodded, and he gave you a thumbs-up before he rushed at an indescribable speed to the control-room. Possibly to tell the guy who handles the music over the dodgem rides to put on the song you chose. The theory in question seemed to be true because seconds later, you installed your own car, and the ridiculously catchy Spanish song hit your ears. At this point, you were just simply sure that he wants something from you as well.

The ride was fun, you relived the good times of your childhood with your old friends and your family. Everything seemed so easy, so careless, but even so, you couldn’t wait to get off and find the guy who gave you the token.

However, there was no need for you to search for him. Just after your vehicle stopped, he was already there, giving you a hand to help you out of the bumper car. You smiled and accepted his offer. His fingers were long, and his palm was warm.

“Was it fun, love?” He asked with that damned cute gappy smile, and you nodded excitedly.

“Yeah! I’m glad you didn’t disappear. I wanted to thank you, for you know, putting that song on… It actually meant a lot to me. Today’s my birthday, you see-“

“Your damn birthday?!” It looked like he got more excited over this news than your own friends, which was funny, but in the meantime, kinda sad. “Happy birthday, Miss–“

“(Y/N)!” You laughed.

“Happy birthday, Miss (Y/N)! Oh, dang it if I knew this earlier, I would have given you a free ride! No, actually, I will! Would you stay a lil’ more longer? It’ almost closin’ time, and I could join you on the last round!”

Your eyes light up at his offer. The feeling of being alone that was hurting you only minutes ago is history for you now. You wanted that free ride with him. You took a quick check on your mobile to see if your friend had texted you anything.

“I’m actually with friends, but– You know, that free ride tempts me.”

“ ‘S okay, love! I’ll be here. Find me if you have the time. I won’t be in a rush.” That was a fucking wink he just did. He winked at you. You had to gulp one as unnoticably as possible, before you gathered your strength to wave him goodbye for a short time. No way you will miss out on a guy like him because of friends who don’t respect you.

You walked a few metres away from the waiting row, where the music wasn’t that loud, so you could write a text to your friend who was taking care of your wasted other friend.

You: heyy, do you know how much time will it take to get that taxi?

She texted back a few minutes later.

(Friend name): just as I started calling, she began ranting about her ex. i rlly don’t wan to leave her alone like that, idk what to do I don wanna ruin this for you either.

You rolled your eyes, taking a deep breath before you replied. Surely if that guy wasn’t around right now, you would have felt worse, though it still hurt.

You: I understand. I met a guy at the dodgems. I wanna hit him up, so you can go with (Friend2 name), I won’t be mad dw.

(Friend name): okay jus be careful, and sorry again. tell me all bout it when ure home!

Just like that, you shut down the phone’s screen, and you were alone again. The Englishman was still working, so wouldn’t it be a little weird to just appear again right after the minute you left? You got an idea to get a few bottles of beer, and maybe a pack of cigarettes. Since the funfair didn’t have such offers for obvious reasons, you took a small trip to the closeby grocery store to get your needs. Overall, it was around half an hour you spent there, and you decided it was enough time to go back to the dodgem ride without looking like a weirdo.

You didn’t need much time to find the man who looked like a fucking rockstar. His bright blue hair was painted with the vivid colors of the rainbow because of the bumper car ride’s lighting, and so was his yellow shirt and shiny Martens. Oh, but when he turned in your way. He immediately recognized you, black orbs widening, his mouth curled up into a toothy smile, while he waved his hand at you excitedly, taking a few steps towards you. You hurried in his way, giving the same expressions back.

“Hey!”

“Tha’ was fast.” He noted with a smirk. Shit. You could have waited a little longer. Do you look like a weirdo now?! Your face took the color of a tomato, but luckily, you had such colorful lights around you, it wasn’t visible at all.

“Had a change of plans. Buuut-“ You began searching in the bag you got from the grocery store. You pulled out one beer and the pack of cigs. “Got dinner.”

You never noticed how thick his eyebrows were until he frowned them at you with a pleading desire on his face, reaching towards the beer and cigarette, like a starving Victorian kid towards a piece of bread and clean water.

“Oh, don’t threaten me with a good time, sweetheart.”

You laughed and put the things back in your bag.

“When will you finish your shift, Blue hair?”

He was surprised by the silly nickname you just gave him. Until now, he had a brief thought that you might actually recognize him from the band, and that’s why you act so flushed. It seems you were just adorable in general.

“Oh- uh- I…” He dozed off for a second, he might even have forgotten what you asked him, until he pieced your words you said to him together. “Oh, the shift! This one goes down, and then you ge’ a free ride! Wanna stay with me until tha’?”

There was no other option for you. You would spend the whole night with him if it was possible. You hoped it was possible. You watched the dodgem ride as he stood beside you, having his hands in his jeans’ pockets.

“My name’s Stuart, by the way. You can call me Stu, or 2D, whichever you fancy.”

2D… What a weird nickname, yet somehow it was strangely familiar.

“Nice to meet you, Stu!” You chose to use this name, as you finally shook hands after a shared laugh. 2D sounded a little foreign to you, perhaps if he tells you it’s story, you might use it, but not just yet. “Been working here long?”

“No’ really. A few months.” He explained happily. “My dad is the owner of the place. Thin’s happened and I started workin’ here. Could do this until I get old, ‘onestly.”

“How come?”

“I like happy people.” Fuck, he really is very kind! Is it possible to fall in love with a guy this hard within an hour? “Oh! It’s our time to shine!”

And just like that, he took you by your hand to find the perfect bumper car for your very first ride with him.

“I’ll point out that I want you to drive.” As you suggested, his toothy grin gave you ticklish goosebumps on your neck and arms.

“Would be a lil’ rude to make a lady drive on her birthday, wouldn' it?” He still held your hand while he helped you get into the small vehicle, and then he took a seat beside you, by the steering wheel. “Ready, darlin’?”

You’ve never been more ready. The loud electric pop music, the vivid colors of the lights, the way his hand became veiny as he was gripping into the steering wheel, while his other arm rested behind you on the back of the seat. It felt like a stupid teenage dream, and you lived every moment of it. 2D intentionally bumped into anyone who was standing in his way, making you and the other players laugh as well. Sometimes the encounters pushed you so hard that your head bumped his shoulder.

“You’re not a careful driver, you know!” You laughed out your words as he laugh melt within yours.

“I don' even have a license, darlin’!”

From actually innocent reasons, your hands fall on his knee close to you, as you tried gripping onto something to handle his speed and wildness. From the rush of the adrenaline you didn’t even feel insecure about it; you just let him go in a second with a quick ‘sorry’, but he didn’t let that one slide.

“Put’em back, love.” He said, and you felt yourself melting by his smooth talk. Oh, he was something else. Your palm soothed back to his knee, a little closer to his thigh now. The rest of the ride was amazing, and you kept your palm on his leg until the vehicle stopped, meaning for you to leave the ring.

When you got outside, you stood there in front of each other, still in the influence of the joyride you two just had together.

“Tha’ was fun. Hope you enjoyed i’ quite as well.”

“Hell yeah! I don’t even know how long it’s been since I had this much fun! Thank you, Stu, really!”

A brief second of awkward silence came along. There were no other plans discussed, but both of you knew and felt that you didn’t want to let whatever this is stop just yet.

“Fuck- I might fall on my face for this one, but do you like have someone or have any plans for tonight?” You finally spit it out. 2D’s face turned bright red again; he couldn’t hide himself being so flushed by your words. It didn’t catch him off guard; he was probably about to ask something like that as well.

“Yes- No! I mean no but yes if you’re up to something!” His embarrassment was so adorable. A few minutes earlier, he was encouraging you with a flirty smirk to keep your hand on his thigh, and now he can’t even handle the consequences of his actions. Chuckling at his reaction, you tilted your head sideways, a little bit in a seductive way.

“Gotta close down the ride, but– After that I’m kinda up for anything.”

“Will it be worth the wait?” You asked with a cheeky smile.

“Never had any complaints before.” He pinched back at your sweet tease. The distance between you was barely noticeable anymore. You felt him getting closer, Dilemma by Nelly played loudly from the speakers for the thousandth time on the evening, but you no longer got annoyed by it. It was so imperfectly perfect to exchange a kiss with him like this. One of his hands rested on your waist, while the other raised your chin and then cupped your cheek. His lips were a little chapped, perfectly matching your strawberry lollipop flavored mouth. His tongue warmed up yours, parting and embracing each other again, slowly, deliciously. Your hands wandered up to his shoulders, gripping his yellow t-shirt carefully, but still making it obvious how much you want him now. You didn’t want to let him go.

He was the first to open the distance between you again and gave you a teasing smirk, rubbing your cheek with his thumb playfully.

“Hey, I don’ wanna bore you here till I close down the place.” He pushed his hand inside his pocket, sticking out his tongue to stress that he’s desperately searching for something, until he found what he wanted to give you. He pulled out a bunch of pink colored tickets. Those were supposed to be credits to win prizes. It was more than enough to choose from the biggest ones. “Pick somethin’ nice for yourself! I don’ wanna see you come back without a giant ass teddy bear or some shit, ‘kay?”

Your eyes lit up, thinking how impossible this guy is. You agreed to his suggestion and left so he could finish his work for the night. When you came back, he already had a cigarette sticking out of his mouth, looking like he was deep inside his thoughts. Until you approached him with a huge octopus plushie that could fit only on a damned king-sized bed comfortably.

“Shiiit, where the hell did you find tha’?” He wasn’t ironizing; his amusement was genuine.

“I had my eyes on it since the afternoon. Won’t you get trouble for that?”

“Can handle a little scolding from my daddy.” He joked, playing with two of your new plushie’s tentacles, while he was telling his plans for the night. “It will fit in the trunk, and then we could take a ride somewhere nice. Wherever you wanna.”

“…Wait. Didn’t you say you don’t have a driver’s license?”

“But I’ve got a car.”

Suddenly, things didn’t seem as safe as they sounded.

“Yeaah, don’t know about that, dude.” You expressed your uncertainty. Now he looked at you with those puppy eyes. It almost broke your heart, but on the other hand you didn’t want to fucking die.

“Okay… What if I drive? We go shag somewhere, I take you home, and from there I just catch a taxi. I got my license with me.”

He was actually convinced so fast that in only five minutes, you were already by the driver’s seat, making your way up to a familiar but somewhat hidden place that was both of your liking. When you arrived at the hardly ever visited sidewalk, you moved from the front seats to the back, where you laid down. His height wasn’t very convenient in such a narrow space, but somehow he managed to figure it out. He nested his legs between yours, his chest touching your upper body as you were kissing just as wildly as your first dodgem ride together was. He bit your lower lip gently, and you bit back a little harder in response. You could feel his bulge tightening in his jeans between your legs. Your bravery caught him by surprise as you touched him down there, letting out a sweet, quiet moan.

“Fuck– You really don’ have to, love…”

“What do you mean?” You looked up to him with a faked sad expression, as you were already fiddling with his zippers. “That was my biggest wish ever since I saw you.”

He couldn’t argue with you at this point. You made him sit up and helped his length to escape its prison from the clothes. You wouldn’t expect it to be this… large. It wasn’t very thick, but it was long. It was beautiful and seemed so tasty, as you imagined what kind of sounds he would make if you touched him, even if it was just a tease. Your mouth reached his neck, which he had exposed to you so nicely, leaving a deep red mark on him. He hummed softly, his long fingers taking their courage to slip under your shirt on your back, carefully digging his nails into your soft skin, holding you tight. Slowly, you kissed down on his bare chest, following the happy trail down by his stomach. Everything under that was clean-shaven, and he smelled like cologne even down there. Oh, you always had a feeling that he was a big player. You pressed a few gentle pecks around his pelvis, and then you finally touched him with your fingers. He was already as hard as a rock, but you were very interested in how much he could take.

“ ‘s been a long time… I don’ know how long I could- Y’know.” You teasingly smiled as you ignored his worry by taking a slow lick on his tip. No way this guy had it in a long time. Of course it depends if a week counts as a long time for him. His legs flinched a little, and he groaned softly to your irresistable touch.

“Don’t worry, Stu. I’ve got you, just enjoy it.” You reassured him while you tucked your hair behind your ears so it wouldn’t get in your way when you began to suck on him. He breathed deeply, throwing his head back on the seat, grabbing your hair almost immediately after he felt your tongue once again. Barely a few seconds, and he was already on the edge. That is no fun; he would scare you off for sure.

“Fuck– I can’t, s-sweetheart…” He sighed, trying to pull you back by your hair as gently as possible. You hummed deeply from the enjoyable pain in your scalp. Your lips parted from his cock with a sweet pop and a thin string of saliva. He left a little bit of a salty taste in your mouth. He was already leaking pre-cum.

“What?” You asked tenderly, and he stroked your hair in response.

“I’m gonna cum so fast if you do i’ like tha’… You’re… Amazing.”

You gave him the most blowjob eyes possible as you were leaning down, keeping eye contact with him, even when you had him in your mouth again. This time, you went deeper, trying to experiment on how much you could take. His moans were almost angelic; you never heard a man make sounds this sweet like he did.

“Fuck–“ He hissed, he was barely holding up with you already deepthroating him. At some points, you felt like you’re going to gag (and you may have done it a few times as well) when he ran his fingers into your hair again, and began to push your head up and down on him rhythmically. “I’m so close…”

You encouraged him with a muffled ‘mhm’, just right before he reached his orgasm, bursting out in your mouth with a loud groany moan. Your tongue rolled his shot on the back of your throat quickly, not leaving a single drip to waste.

“Shit- You okay? I made you messy.” His hand gently slid down from the top of your head to your cheek and then down to your chin. His thumb stroked through your hardworking lips, and it felt like a praise. “You was’ so good. Ears are fucking ringin’ here.”

“It was worth it.” You laughed, still a little short of breath, adjusting your hair with your fingers to not look completely like someone who had brutally blowjobbed a man. You didn’t have much time to pull yourself together, though. 2D pushed you down on your back one more time, making his way up between your legs. His hands rested on each side of your thighs, caressing your exposed skin with his trimmed nails.

“What are you into, love?” His question was pure. He wanted to know what you enjoy, so he could repay the favor you just did for him.

“Many things. You, for example.” You were still a tease, and oh, he was fond of it. Whenever you did that, he would always get inspired to bite back with something. He loved this game with you.

“People say I’m good with my mouth, for your interest.” He was trying to imply his pussy-eater skills, coating it with the fact that he was actually a frontman of a somewhat famous British band.

“Oh, they do?” Oh fuck, he remembered now. You didn’t know about that.

“I was a singer for a band for a while. I sing pre’y good.” He began to explain, but got cut off in mid-sentence by you.

“Oh, I already know that.” Your voice lowered a little, giving him a playful smirk.

“Wait- You do?”

“You sang pretty nicely for me just a few minutes ago.” That embarrassed face again. You couldn’t help but pull him to your face and kiss him. He was so good at this. One of his hands caressed your face, while the other moved down on your body. He cupped his hands over one of your tits, giving it a little bit of a squeeze, a thumb teasing your nipple with lazy circles drawn around it. You took a sigh between your lips. You’re so lovely.

2D rolled your shirt up with one hand and leaned over your erect nipple to play with it a little with his tongue. Just giving you a little teaser before he gets serious. He sucked on your skin somewhat roughly, but in the meantime, he was careful with you. Your little hums of reactions entertained him, though he wanted more. One hand was resting beside you, while the other slowly moved down to your lower body, lifting your pretty little skirt. He touched you through the fabric of your panties first, and you were already soaking wet.

“Pretty girl,” he praised you tenderly. “Can I?”

You nodded desperately. Fuck, yes, just do it already.

“Please- Yes, please.” You never felt your voice trembling with desire this much ever before; it surprised you.

2D pulled your panties sideways by hooking two of his fingers into the lacey fabric, his thumb traced around your clit carefully. It was enough to make you let out some sweet, quiet moans. His lips wandered down from your chest to your stomach, and from there to your pretty thighs he adored so much. It was quite a funny scene seeing him trying to adjust himself in a somewhat comfortable position with the height of his. You both laughed at his performance.

“I can’t help it, love! I’m a tall boy!” He laughed with you, but very soon your laughter was cut off by him leaning into your core, and he began to work his tongue on you. Your chuckles ended up in a gasp. The wet sounds of his mouth on your clit heated you even more. Both of your hands reached for his messy blue tufts, squeezing them between your fingers as he found just the perfect rhythm to eat you out. He kept his eyes closed; that’s how you noticed how baggy it was under his deep black orbs. It was fucking sexy.

“Stu- You’re so good.” You whined out, and he looked up to you for a second. You threw your head backwards, mouth slightly open, your stomach moved up and down as you were breathing. He was getting hard again just by the sight of you and the way you moaned his name. You could barely keep your legs spread by the overwhelming sensations, lucky you were how helpful he was to keeping your legs open for him. Your moans and beautiful sounds only got louder and more lively when he pushed two of his fingers inside you, rubbing your sensitive spot in your warmth skillfully by arching his fingers just right. The wet movements of his tongue and his fingers work made you feel your climax approaching within a minute.

“I’m close–“ You whined out, feeling your eyes welling with tears from trying to hold your orgasm back. The hand that rested on your thigh stroked your skin gently, comforting. He parted his lips against your cunt just for a second to reassure you.

“Come for me, sweetheart.” You weren’t sure if that sweetheart or the next few licks were the reason you gave up. Your whole body flinched as you came. Your fingers were gripping his blue tufts so hard that he moaned as he leaned away from your throbbing core, but just before that, he pressed a lazy kiss on your clit to praise you for how good you were under him. He slowly kneeled up between your knees and wiped his mouth with his forearm. His proud smile on his face was so wholesome, like he wasn’t just eating your soul out of you through your pussy.

“You taste fuckin’ good.” He was still short of breath as he spoke.

“I can say the same to you.” You smiled, trying to pull yourself together. You felt your ears ringing, too. Now it was obvious to you how popular this guy must be with the girls. You were jealous of the thought that he might catch someone else on the next day at the funfair and do the same to her as he did to you moments ago.

You both dressed up, and decided to just sit back in the front seat to drink the beers and smoke the cigarettes you bought while he was finishing up his work. He lit up your cig first, as a gentleman would, and while he was working on lighting up his, you finally let your curiosity take over you.

“So a band, huh?” You asked.

“Huh?” He tilted his head as he inhaled the toxin inside his lungs, and while he exhaled he let out a small ‘Ooh!’ as well with the small smoke cloud, expressing that he understood what you were asking. “Yeah, but no’ anymore. We had quite a few gigs an' was fun. Had videoclips too. But we’ve been split up months ago."

“Sorry to hear that. What’s the band’s name?”

“Uh, Gorillaz-“ And in that moment, the puzzle pieces have finally been put together in your mind. Your stupid, drunk friend’s favorite band was fucking Gorillaz.

“No fucking way.” You went on full choking on your cigarette. 2D seemed to have become shy at the thought that you might know him as an artist after all. Though he was surprised again when you explained that actually one of your friends is the one who listened to their album nonstop. She even had the whole Gorillaz album on CD.

He asked a bit about you too, and you gladly told a few stories of your current and past life. Not only he listened, but he also enjoyed hearing you talk about yourself. You actually felt him being there for you, being interested in who you are. It seemed like your vibes were on the same line. Both of you felt it through the whole night. It was already dawning when you realized that you should really go home now.

Just as it was planned, you took 2D home with his car, and then he called a taxi for you. He waited until your driver arrived and gave you one final kiss before he opened the door for you. You took your seat on the front (since your giant octopus plushie took all the free space on the backseats), but you couldn’t help but notice how he was hesitating to close the door when you said your goodbyes.

“Stu?”

His puppy eyes were killing you. It was clear he wanted to tell you something before you leave.

“I know a good diner where they make the most splendid pancakes. In case you ge’ hungry when you wake up…”

You found your heart racing hard even though you were very tired. How could this man make you fall this hard within a night?

“I tend to get hungry soon after waking up… I might have written down my number on one of those little pink tickets that you gave me. Do as you please with it.” And with that, you closed the car’s door, waving him goodbye for real this time. Your smile towards him was genuine and happy. And just as he said, he liked happy people.