Funfair Girl⋆˙⟡
(2D x Reader - Oneshot!!)
wordcount: 5000+
contains: 2002 vibes, fem!reader, birthday reader, reader has unreliable friends, rare use of Y/N, 2D gives sweet nicknames, swearing, wholesome 2D, nsfw, mutual oral pleasure, (MINORS DNI!)
English is not my first language so sorry for the mistakes in advance!<3
song recommendations while reading: DARE, 5/4, To Binge, Humility, Kids with Guns
Huge thanks to my friend @zombeebun for this cover art! Enjoy!
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.
Huge thanks for reading this fic that was born from my hyperfixation towards Gorillaz! I might appear again with a Murdoc x Reader next time, I’m not sure when yet! Stay tuned and take care!
