haven't seen you in so long! you said you moved to a new account, what's your new account?
my only other active account is my personal tumblr and this is my only active fanfic/fandom blog! i plan on revamping this blog in the near future to have it reflect newer fandoms i've gotten into (mainly animangas).
i'm hoping with nanowrimo beginning in just a few days i'll slowly get back into the writing scene, my goal is to have something posted at least once a week until i get a writing routine built into my schedule.
i was going to try and participate in kinktober this year but failed miserably so maybe i'll still write those prompts and post them throughout the month, i also want to revamp the clowniel series but not sure how i want to approach that yet just bc its been a hot min since i've even thought about that.
who knows what'll happen but i can at least say i'm back and excited to be on this side of tumblr again and hopefully catch back up with some old mutuals <3
a new and improved masterlist for all of my daniel bruhl, owen wilson, luke wilson, and murray bauman work. lately i've been on the cusp of getting back into a writing kick and a lot of my motivation for some of these pieces have gone right out the window (sorry to all my early followers). as much as i'd like to just delete these fics and move on i know some people do enjoy them so you'll find a lot of my early work either in the 'retired' section or in the 'early works' section. some retired pieces may be worked on in the future, but for now they'll remain in the void. thanks for understanding and hopefully i'll get more stuff out soon! :')
S MEANS SMUT
RETIREMENT HOME
garden of eden (alex kerner x reader) - click here
sweet disposition (alex kerner x reader) - click here
paradox burning (ernst schmidt x reader) - click here
to the end (niki lauda x reader) - click here
second chance (writer!daniel x reader) - click here
FINISHED PIECES
bubbles (helmut zemo x reader) - part one & two (s)
five more minutes (helmut zemo x reader) - click here
it was real enough (helmut zemo x heike zemo) - click here
the haunting of heike zemo (helmut zemo x heike zemo) - click here
behind the mask (helmut zemo x reader) - click here (s)
i'm going in tonight (alex kerner x reader) - click here (s)
opposites attract (alex kerner x reader) - click here
baby paula (alex kerner x reader) - click here
at the cabin (alex kerner x reader - click here
dancing in the rain (alex kerner x reader) - click here
sapphire strings (andrea marowski x reader) - click here
modern!flatmate! andrea x reader headcannons - nsfw version & sfw version
broken wing (dr. laszlo kreizler x reader) - click here
bloodlust (vampire! laszlo kreizler x reader) - click here
kachow (niki lauda x reader) - click here (s)
good luck charm (niki lauda x reader) - click here (s)
jackpot (dark!daniel x reader) - click here (s)
tom foolery (clowniel x reader) - part one & two (s)
the first time (ernst schmidt x reader) - click here (s)
welcome home (chris burnett x reader) - click here
better man (ken hutchinson x reader) - click here (s)
the last night (anthony adams x reader) - click here
knock three times (murray bauman x reader) - click here (s)
omg i loved that nsfw alphabet!! could u maybe elaborate on the foot job, toys (him sat watching u) and jack off (into ur panties) ones??? i adore your writing!!đ¤
hiii, nony!! i kinda just wrote a quick lil smut involving all three of these! hope you enjoy!! <3
here is the original post for those who haven't read it!!
warnings: smut (kissing feet, female masturbation, male masturbation, squirting, female rec. oral, fingering) minors do not interact
pairing: murray bauman x afab!reader
a/n: hiii, nony!! i kinda just wrote a quick lil smut involving all three of these! hope you enjoy!! <;3 here is the original post for those who haven't read it!! didn't go heavy with the footjob stuff in this one but i def think he's into feet stuff like giving massages and having you rub him through his pants with your feet <3
tagging my favorite fellow murray whore @cuethediscoandthedrinks
he couldn't get over how easy it was for you to turn him on.
he used to love the foreplay in your relationship, love to tease you and make you shake in his arms through your overstimulated orgasm. now he was lucky if he even made it past your first orgasm without fucking himself into you.
tonight was proving to be no different with his current dilemma, watching as you lay in bed over the covers in your pink babydoll lingerie set, matching pink stockings that made your legs look so nice.
what was missing, however, was the sheer pair of panties you wore that night. instead of on you, or around your ankles, or even discarded on the floor, they were in his hand, wrapped around his swollen cock as he fucked them.
watching as murray leaned back in the chair, hips thrusting up as his right hand continued to pump his dick, the pink sheer panties loosely wrapped around him. his left hand was hanging below, cupping and gently massaging his balls.
a grunt came from him as he watched your own hips thrust, seeing as your pussy glistened with your own wetness.
"getting close there, huh princess?" murray teased.
rolling your eyes, you groaned and kicked your leg out at him, only for him to catch it quickly with his left hand and keep your foot placed on his shoulder.
laying on your back with your legs propped up, you continued to lazily run your vibrator over your swollen clit. your left hand was playing with your tits and your eyes kept locked ahead of you at murray - moaning and slowly rolling your hips into the vibrator.
"i hate when you call me that," you pouted, watching as he kissed the bottom of your foot, working his way up your leg until his teeth caught the top, smirking up at you until you nudged his head with your leg. "come on! please, murray?"
you hated asking for things, didn't want to seem so needy for him. but you could feel the mess beginning to pool out of you and you wanted his tongue to clean you up. his big wet tongue to suck at your pussy until you came all over his tongue.
but you knew, if you wanted it, you were going to have to say it.
"what do you want, y/n? come on, you still know how to talk don't you?"
whining you watched him slide off the chair, onto the ground on his knees, grabbing your other leg and pulling you to the edge of the bed, his cock standing up tall with your panties still just hardly wrapped around.
"if you tell me," murray began slowly. "i'll give you what you want."
feeling him run his hands up and down your legs, squeezing and pulling at the fatter parts, he watched your expression carefully, moving his mouth to your ankle when he saw you start to come undone.
"m-murray! i just...i want to cum... on your tongue!"
you pressed the vibrator firmer to your clit, beginning to pant as your breathing became more irregular.
as for murray, he was enjoying the little show he was getting from you, seeing you shake and squirm just to hold off on the chance that he would give you what you even wanted to begin with.
"please!" you sobbed, not sure how long you would be able to wait for him.
chuckling, murray shook his head before taking your vibrator, moving it down to his cock, leaning forward into your pussy until his mouth was around your clit, sucking and lapping at your precum while his right fingers stuffed their way into your needy little hole.
once the two of you both got what you wanted, it was only a matter of minutes before you were both falling apart. to no surprise, at least to murray, you were the one crumbling first.
sitting up, you wrapped your thighs around his head, thrusting your hips up and gently pulling his face down to eat you out harder. you were so close to cumming, your body prickled and tinged like it was on fire.
meanwhile down below, at the bottom of the bed, murray ran your vibrator up and down the base of his cock, groaning into your sopping pussy as he fucked his hips into the soft duvet on your bed.
"o-oh! murray! i think i'm gonna cu-cum!"
you let out a sob as murray's fingers fucked harder into you, curling and pounding against your g-spot until the noises that fell from your mouth became silence.
hitting your breaking point, your legs began to tremble around his head as you squirted around his fingers, murray quick to lap at everything he could lick up.
it didn't take long for him to reach his own orgasm. when your body began to still murray pulled away from you, moving to stand up and push you back up on the bed, enough for him to settle himself between your legs and fucking himself into your sticky pussy.
you were so sensitive that when the feeling of him filling you up settled into your stomach, you let out a strained groan and gripped onto the duvet - twisting and pulling as your heels dug into his back.
grunting out with each thrust, murray began to pant as his hips started to slow down, his pace becoming staggered as his cock twitched inside of you, unable to take the feeling of your warm wet pussy around his swollen and sensitive cock.
his final thrust stuttered into you, listening to you whine and your pussy twitch around him. he let out another grunt that slowly became groans as he came deep inside of you. once you both finished and he came to his senses, murray moved back a little, watching as the mixture of both of your cums slowly leaked out of you and onto the duvet covers.
"mmm god, you made such a mess," he dragged his hands down your legs before turning you onto your side a little, spanking your ass once before he pulled away from you entirely.
you felt him crawl behind you as you rolled onto your side, catching your breath while he settled behind you, his dominant hand coming around your waist to pull you to him.
"see, princess? was it so hard for you to just say what you want?" murray teased, kissing the back of your head.
rolling your eyes, you shook your head and leaned back into him, tsking and crossing your arms.
"i hate it when you call me that." you said defeated.
smiling, murray squeezed you in his arms before closing his eyes.
"i know... princess."
it was almost worth the sharp jab of your elbow to his ribs - almost.
a/n: first time doing a nsfw alphabet so please have mercy on me!! just a reminder that these are my headcannons for him - if you think some things are different than what you'd put that is okay!! <3 <3 <3
tagging: @cuethediscoandthedrinks and any other murray bauman stan <3
a = aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
i think whatever you need is what murray would give you.
for example, if you asked him to get you a glass of water, rub your feet and hold you while you fell asleep - he would do it without a second thought on it. he wants you to feel good about yourself and special, take care of you.
but if you didn't want all the intimacy, wanted to get up and leave right then and there, he wouldn't bat an eye. he'd probably mope a little on the inside to have you go, but he gets it and he's not gonna complain. this man is a giver through and through.
b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
murray loves the way you grip his shoulders and biceps when he fucks into you. he's not all that muscley, but it makes him feel strong when you grip onto him the way that you do - he doesn't even mind how sharp your nails tend to be when you did them into his smooth skin.
as for you, murray loves your waist. he loves grabbing at your waist and moving you around so easily that you almost feel like a rag doll in his grasp. when he fucks you from behind or has you on his lap or face he's always gripping onto you at the waist to keep you in his control.
he also really loves your legs and always takes his sweet time kissing the inside of your thighs and the back of his calves to warm you up before he fucks into your nice pussy.
c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
if there's one thing to know about murray, it's that when he cums, it's a lot. it's always thick and messy and gets everywhere even when he wasn't aiming in that direction.
he goes absolutely feral though when you run the tip of his dick along your lips, letting the precum coax over your lips before he fucks your throat. he also loves to cum all over your belly and onto your pretty tits.
d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
murray has always wanted you to give him a footjob. i think he'd totally be the type to like pretty underwear and stockings and having you feel him through his own underwear and pants with your feet would send him over his limit.
e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
i don't think murray is very vocal about how experienced he is. he's gotten some action before, i don't think he's a virgin, but he also probably would rent the adult films from the party store or read adult books to gain knowledge on what the actual fuck he needs to be doing.
f = favorite position (this goes without saying)
either your riding him or either of you going down on each other (though he prefers it wayyy more to go down on you)
no matter what it is, he just loves being intimate and as close as he can possibly get to you. when you're riding him his arms are wrapped around you and keeping you pressed against him while he fucks himself up into you. he loves the way your hands grip onto his shoulders and your nipples brush against his lips until he's sucking on them.
but when he's going down on you, he loves the feeling of your soft thighs around his head, keeping him suffocated against your wet pussy while he's sloppily and lazily eating you out. he especially loves feeling your nails run along his scalp and pull at his hair.
g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
murray bauman always tries to be serious and yet every time he tries he fails miserably. his sex life is no different. i think he'd try and be serious, but either you'd crack or he would and you'd end up in a comfortable laugh until the mood was brought back to what got you there in the first place.
h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
i think murray would keep himself pretty decently groomed down below. i don't think it's the best he could do, but it's enough for you to not have to constantly pull hair out of your mouth after going down on him.
i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
depending on your relationship, he's either extremely intimate or just enough to help with the mood.
i think if you're just in it for sex, he wouldn't really pull out all the niceties like the 'i love you's' and the 'you're doing so good for me, love'. he'd still praise you and tell you you're doing a great job - but it's a little more degrading.
the 'i love you's' would be more 'ngh, god you're such a bad girl' and the 'you're doing so good for me, love' would sound more like 'you can do better than that can't you'
j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)
murray is totally the type to grab a pair of your panties when he's alone and use them to get off. mainly he loves to jack off into them and make them messy as possible and then hide them at the bottom of your hamper.
k = kink (one or more of their kinks)
i think he would totally be all for submitting himself to you. he'd love to have you tie him up and tease him into overstimulation, begging you to either sit on his face or his dick so he can get his release.
l = location (favorite places to do the do)
personally, i don't see murray being big on doing it out in public in a busy area where you can get caught. but outside?? in the middle of the forest?? that he could get behind - or even in the hot tub or something i think he'd get real turned on by that.
he loves doing it wherever in at whoever's place though. in bed, on the sofa, on the kitchen counter, in the shower, hell even on the washer or dryer.
he's always wanted to try car sex though...
m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
murray probably isn't one who was a total ladies' man even when he was younger. i think he's always been the awkward a little stand-offish sorta guy so whenever you really make it known you're into him and what he's doing, i think it would keep him going.
he loves to feel wanted and needed and when you tell him he's doing a good job or it feels good, it's enough to keep going even if he's getting tired.
n = no (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
i don't see murray as the dominating type to want to hurt you - so choking and slapping you across the face probably wouldn't be in the cards (he'd like spanking though).
i think he'd also be turned away at anything to do with s*it or other bodily fluids (except for maybe good ole pis*).
o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
he's never one to turn down receiving, but he lovessss to give oral. again, another way for him to feel wanted and praised, but he loves how good he makes you feel. he knows he's good with his tongue and how to make you cum even with just his mouth and nothing gets him harder than having you squirt and cream all over his tongue just by him eating you out.
if there's one thing murray bauman is a god at, it's giving good head.
p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
when it comes to eating you out, he loves to take his time. he loves building up your orgasm with slow and delicate touches and kisses to your thighs and taking his time eating you out. murray loves to listen to you beg him to go faster while your legs tremble around him.
but when he's fucking you, it's a lot rougher. not always enough to leave bruises and marks, but he knows how to fill you up and make you feel it the next day. i don't think he's always fast, i think he gets a good pace going and when he's about to cum he probably goes a little faster.
q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
for as much foreplay as murray likes, i don't think he'd like quickies unless he's been pent up for a while and just needs it. though, even then he doesn't ever actually fuck you. whenever it's a quickie, it's more so you giving him head, or it starting that way until he needs to cum and starts to eat you out. (this man loves to eat out what can i say)
r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
murray bauman is the type of guy to try anything once, but he doesn't take risks unless he needs to (aka getting caught in public).
s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
on average i think murray could last three rounds. if he's bricked up though i can see him going for a while. you cum more than he does to be fair, he loves to deny himself of his own orgasm until he's felt he's satisfied you enough.
t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
murray, personally, doesn't use toys on himself, but he loves to watch you use your own toys. he loves sitting in a chair at the end of your bed and watching you pleasure yourself while he jacks himself off.
u = unfair (how much they like to tease)
murray LOVES to tease you. he's the type to tease and tease and tease and when you're on the verge of crying he kisses your cheeks and gives you a little "awe, you only had to ask nicely. was it so hard?" as if you weren't begging so sweetly to begin with.
but he doesn't mind getting wound up himself. if you're the one in control, he loves the way his body tingles and buzzes at how worked up you get him, teasing him until his tip is bright red and leaking with precum, bobbing on its own in search of any pressure to relieve himself.
v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
lots of grunts and panting. when murray has sex, i think he reallyyy gets into it. he doesn't hold back from keeping quiet, if anything, knowing that the neighbors know it's him that's making you make the noises only turns him on more and makes him moan even louder.
always praising though, if it's actual cohesive words, it's all praises to you. lots of "keeping squeezing around me like that" or "am i making you feel good, princess" or even "if you keep going like that i'm going to fill your stomach up with my cum"
w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
i really picture sex with murray to be like any vintage 70s porn. i think he'd love having polaroids of you either completely nude or in pretty lingerie that he can look at later. and by look at i mean jack off too and end up ruining it from getting cum all over the photo.
x = x-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
murray bauman doesn't have anything spectacular, but he knows how to use it and that's what matters most.
he's probably on the average size, five to six inches hard, but has a good amount of girth that makes you still feel full when he's pumping his way into you.
probably has rounder and heavier balls, they probably sag a little and slap your chin when he fucks your throat, which only drives him even crazier, especially when the mixture of saliva and cum from your mouth dribbles out and spills onto them.
y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
i don't think murray bauman needs sex to survive, but he gets little bursts of a higher sex drive when he's with you. depending on how often he sees you too i think plays a part in his sex drive. if he doesn't see you all that much, he probably would take any chance he can to have sex, but if you see each other more often, i think he's satisfied enough to not always need sex.
this also probably would play in part with what his pace would be like, too.
z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
i think it all depends on how many rounds y'all did because if you only went a couple i think he'd stay awake afterwards to talk, maybe get a drink or two before passing out (with or without you).
though if you guys went more than what you guys usually do, and depending on if he has a drink or two in him, he'd probably pass out almost instantly, probably sometimes without pulling out all the way.
summary: after losing his job at the chicago sun-times, murray bauman seeks comfort in his equally, if not more, eccentric next-door hippie neighbor
warnings: drinking, smoking the devil's lettuce, smut (18+ only: fem rec. oral, dick riding, creme pie, squirting, nipple play, overstimulation, foot massages - this is grade a vintage smut at it's finest) slight dubcon (reader and murray are under the influence but are both really into each other and it's not weird/dark), MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
pairing: murray bauman x fem!reader
word count: 4,282
a/n: kisses to all the fellow murray stans and your patience with this! i hope y'all enjoy, it's my first fic in a few months and it was really fun to creative write again! <3 def would be open to write more murray fics in the future.
CHICAGO, ILLINOIS - 1983
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He knew he would have to probably start looking elsewhere to live - no sense in living in the city when he was now unemployed. He also knew that his mother was due to call him any moment now, and that meant telling her the quite unfortunate news.Â
It wasnât like he was intentionally trying to get fired, but he also knew that this story could have been something big. Evidently, to the rest of the Chicago Sun-Times, they thought differently.
Murray could hear it now - his mother and her squawking-like voice ringing through the telephone.
âWhat thirty-six-year-old man gets fired for conspiracies? Murray Bauman!â
Rolling his eyes, Murray fell back into his couch, moving the phone down into his lap as he tried to ignore his motherâs lectures, debating in his head as to how he could get off the phone with her.
â...if your father were still alive he would be so disappointed in you, Murray. Why couldnât you have been a respectable journalist? I never wanted you to get into this. You could have done something else. Anything else! A businessman, a lawyer, not some crazed reporter who makes up conspiracies and gets fired!â
By now Murray had had enough - he could only take his motherâs daily berating phone calls for so long before he finally just ended the conversation.Â
âWell, Ma, this has been great, like always,â He began sarcastically, sitting back up and leaning his elbows into his knees, âBut I gotta go. You know, gotta look for a job now that Iâm the disgraced ex-reporter of the Chicago Sun-Times. Iâm sure Iâll find a great job after this.âÂ
Before his mother could protest, try and belittle him longer, Murray extended his arm forward and slammed the telephone down, ending the tiresome call.Â
With a sigh of relief, Murray stood up and made his way into his kitchen, grabbing a glass and the bottle of vodka he had sitting on the top of his refrigerator. Twisting the cap and flicking it off, Murray poured the clear liquid into his glass, fuller than his usual amount given the circumstances, before bringing the bottle up to his lips and leaning his head back.Â
He knew getting drunk probably wasnât the most logical idea - given how tense he was and how his emotions were through the roof, but when he felt the warm liquid run down his throat and into his belly, he knew it was too late to go back.Â
Warm eyes flickered across the room to the front door, where the cardboard box with his desk belongings sat, Murray could only shake his head and bring the bottle to his lips again, downing another generous amount of vodka as his thoughts began to stir. Completely forgetting about the glass he had poured, with the bottle in his hand Murray made his way over towards the front door, looking down at the contents in the box before letting out a âtskâ.
âDisappointedâŚyeah, Iâm sure he would be,â Murray muttered to himself.Â
Before he could continue down his self-deprecating rabbit hole, the strong scent of pot flooded got stuck in his nose from the hallway, followed by the faint sound of footsteps and muffled music coming from next door.Â
Plugging his nose between his thumb and pointer finger, Murray turned towards the door and looked out the peephole into the hallway, watching as a taller gentleman stood in front of his door, grinning and swaying a little as he tried to focus on what Murray assumed to be his next-door neighbor.
âSoâŚcan we do this again sometime?â He slurred, laughing a little to himself.
Murray could only roll his eyes at how obviously high this guy was - not that he had much room to talk given that he was tipping over into the realm of his own intoxication. As much as he wanted to ignore his annoying neighbor and their own life, he still couldnât help but watch.Â
âOhâŚyeah, maybe!â You squeaked out, laughing awkwardly from your spot in your doorway. âYou know Iâm so busy nowadays with school and stuff, but Iâll give you a call! Yeah?âÂ
The sweet sound of your voice was like honey to Murray, sticking him to his door just so he could possibly get a glance at you. It was pathetic really, two individuals who had been living next door to each other for months now and yet still never got a glance at each other.Â
And he knew it was wrong, and he blamed the vodka for it, but there was almost a possessiveness that came over him when the gentleman right outside his door - who lingered longer than he should have, waiting for the answer he so desperately wanted from you but so clearly wasnât going to get.Â
âSo, yeah. Get home safe, okay?â Before he could get another word out, you shut the door and locked it, humming to yourself as you moved to your couch, plucking the half-smoked joint from the ashtray and relighting it.Â
Meanwhile, back next door, after who he assumed was your friend left, he turned back towards his kitchen and went to make dinner, given that it was already getting late.Â
It didnât take long for Murray to whip up a dish of, well - something. He wasnât really putting much thought into it besides trying to not set the meal or himself on fire.Â
By this point, he was so soaked with vodka that standing anywhere near a match would probably be a bad idea. He pulled the dish off the stove and let the contents slip out and onto the plate he had sitting next to him.Â
Pulling a fork out from the drawer, Murray made his way to the island and leaned over the plate, going to dig in and take the first bite before there was a knock at the door. At first, he ignored it, going to take a bite again from his fork when the knocking came again. The second time proved to annoy Murray more.
By the third knock, however, he was fuming. He didnât expect himself to be this annoyed over the knocking at his door, but he was starving and all he wanted was some peace and quiet after the shit day he had and the even more shitty phone call with his mother.Â
âOh, what is it now?!â He cried, making his way to the front door and swinging it open, a little rougher than usual.
âWhat?!â He snapped.Â
Jumping slightly, you blinked at him slowly, you werenât expecting the hostile answer to your knocking.Â
âOh! Iâm sorry, did I disturb you? I just wanted to know if you had a couple of slices of bread? See, I got all the stuff for the sandwich, but not the bread.âÂ
When the scent of pot finally hit him and your voice rang into his ears, he gawked at you - not realizing that his next-door neighbor all this time was actually an attractive woman his age. He could only feel like an idiot now for making his first impression with you so poorly.
âNo! No, I was just eating. Sorry, itâs been a long day. Uh, bread? Bread, yeah, I got that,â He could tell that you were high from the smell coming off you and the bloodshot eyes, but it wasnât like he was any better. You could tell he was drunk by the teetering and flushed cheeks.Â
Following him into the kitchen, shutting the door behind you, you leaned against the counter awkwardly, watching as he rummaged through his cabinets and on the counters for his loaf of bread that he insisted on having.Â
âIâm sure itâs here somewhereâŚjust gotta,â He shoved a stack of papers off the counter by accident, the loose leafs flying across the floor, âShit, sorry! Donât mind the mess.âÂ
You jumped back a bit from the papers, but judging by how cluttered even his kitchen was, it was going to be a minute before he found it. Turning towards the island, you looked down at the plate of pasta mush and what you presumed to be just a glass of water and not vodka, mouth salivating.
Forgetting that you were in fact not in your own apartment, you leaned forward and picked up the fork, stealing the first bite of his meal that was already on the plate. It was good, way too fucking good for the state of mind you were in right now. Setting the fork down, you picked up the glass and brought it to your mouth.Â
The next turn of events seemed to happen quicker than either of you could process. Murray turned with the butt ends of the loaf in his hands, mouth open and eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he watched you eat his meal and begin to take a sip of his vodka, only for you to sputter out the vodka and nearly drop the glass on the floor.Â
âWhatâŚthe fuck was that?!â You gagged, trying to spit out the taste from your mouth.
âItâs vodka! Why are you eating my dinner?â Murray cried, tossing the bread down on the island before quickly getting you a glass of water, helping you drink it quickly without you choking on it until the taste was for the most part washed out of your mouth.Â
âJesus, are you that high? Youâre lucky Iâm not a psychopath! Do you do this with everyone in the apartment?âÂ
The questions that came out of Murray one by one were only waved off by you, making yourself comfortable and sitting down at one of the stools he had around the island.Â
âMy bread guy is out of town,â You swayed a little as you sat, your high beginning to peak and your body going lax. âI smelled you cooking and thought maybe youâd have bread.âÂ
At this point, Murray couldnât even tell if this was reality or not. Was he that drunk? Did his weird hippie neighbor seriously knock on his door high out of their mind and steal his dinner and almost choke on his vodka?
âYou have a bread guy?â Was all that Murray could come up with. Â
Not having any shame, you took another bite of the pasta before passing him the fork. Giving in, Murray sat at the other stool and began to share his dinner, realizing he was far too drunk to even care anymore.Â
âItâs that old retired high school teacher,â You explained. You know the one who is always gumming and hanging around the lobby trying to shoo out the solicitors?âÂ
Watching you take your bite and then give the fork back to him, Murray took a bite and shook his head, processing now who it was before passing the fork to you, the dish beginning to shrink until there was no more left.Â
âWell, heâs not doing a great job. I gotta threaten to call the cops on those people at least twice a week!â Murray complained.Â
You couldnât help but laugh, catching Murray pleasantly off guard. He smiled a little and shook his head, pushing the empty plate out of his way before picking up his glass of vodka, and finishing it off.Â
âIâm serious, heâs a nut,â Murray laughed, âAnd thatâs coming from a nut!âÂ
âHow many nuts do we have running around the complex?â You joked, smirking as you leaned back a little, moving to stand up and now walk around his apartment, into the living room where you looked around at his belongings. âThat makes five just on our floor!â
Standing up, Murray followed you, watching from the doorway as you went through his records before finally picking something and putting it on the player. When the sweet tunes of Simon & Garfunkle came through the speaker, Murray made his way further into the living room, sitting down on his couch.Â
âA hippie, an ex-journalist, a retired school teacher, the crazy cat lady, and the guy who is obviously a spy or something.â Murray listed off.Â
Stopping your swaying to the music, you turned and gawked at Murray, stomach dropping.Â
âHeâs a snitch? I knew it! Heâs so shady,â You squeaked, voice going soft as if the neighbor was listening, âHeâs such a stiff! Always in those stuffy suits and weird sunglasses. Like, weâre indoors buddy. Why do you need the shades?âÂ
Sitting down now beside Murray on the couch, you leaned into the back of the couch, sitting on your knees.Â
âYou saidâŚex-journalist,â You began, more seriously. âDid you get fired or something?âÂ
Sighing, Murray brought the glass up to his lips and tilted back, finishing the glass before setting it down on the coffee table.
âYeah, today actually,â He confessed. âThereâs this story, one I think could be really big! Well, the Chicago Sun-Times seems to think differently. Saying it's a hoax and a bunch of rumors from a small town that wants attention in the city. âA bunch of crapâ they told me.â
Frowning, you listened carefully to him speak, giving him the opportunity to get things off his chest.Â
âWhatâs a bunch of crap is that entire paper. All they want to do is write about the same boring issues we all know arenât going to change anytime soon.â
Nodding in agreement, you adjusted yourself to now sit flat on his couch, leaning back to extend out across the couch and in his lap.Â
âItâs too bad really, I would have liked to hear about this big story.âÂ
Shrugging his shoulders, Murrayâs hands rested on your feet. As much as he wanted to agree, he knew nothing would have come from it. Nobody would take him seriously, even now if he went somewhere else and pitched it. Theyâd all think of him as some crazy conspiracist. And part of him wondered if they were right. Hell, the only one who seems to be interested in it is his stoner hippie neighbor who was currently in a food coma and coming down from their high on his couch.
âMaybe someday.â He stated, leaning back into his couch and closing his eyes, âBut I donât need to pour my pathetic sob story to my neighbor of almost a year that I just happened to meet tonight for the first time.âÂ
If it werenât for the two of your states of mind, Murray knew he would have already kicked you out a while ago. But he was quickly starting to grow on the idea of having you around for company. Maybe he judged you a little too much on assumptions.Â
You, on the other hand, were pleasantly surprised with how good dinner was, not having had such a rich and filling dish in days really. It had been whatever scraps you could find lying around your place since you hadnât gotten paid yet to go to the grocery store. You werenât even aware of how many boundaries you had crossed tonight and the obvious social cues that were given to you by Murray. Not only did you barge in asking for bread, but you stole his dinner, and now were on the verge of napping on his couch.
It was even harder to stay awake on Murrayâs couch, lying down with your feet in his lap, his warm calloused hands rubbing out the knots in your feet. You couldnât help the little moan escape your mouth when you stretched your feet out more, toes digging into the inner part of his thigh, unaware of how they were wrapped around his now growing dick.Â
âIâll have to bother you more if it means a free meal and a foot massage,â You teased, âYou do this to all the girls in the complex?âÂ
Letting out a weak laugh, Murray tried his best to not roll his hips into your feet, doing his best to cover up his disgruntled groan with his rebuttal.Â
âOnly the dirty hippies who smoke way too much weed.âÂ
The usual diss would have pissed you off if it was anyone else, but it was Murray and Murray seemed to be just as weird as you were. And while you were both heavily intoxicated in both of your vices - his being vodka and yours being pot, you could still tell too easily what was going on with him.Â
On one shoulder, the little angel told you to stop, to not get caught up in another boy who was only going to waste your time, but on the other shoulder - with the devil that seemed to talk much louder than the angel, told you to see just how far you could take this.Â
Watching as Murrayâs right hand gripped the side of the couch, his left rested on your legs, you rolled your feet into his now obvious boner before retracting off him, his fingers sinking into your flesh to try and keep you still. Bending your knees up, exposing the underside of your linen dress, you could only smirk when his eyes followed, Murrayâs breath hitching when he saw that you werenât wearing anything under.Â
âYou offered dinner, the least I could do is offer dessert,â You spread your legs out a little to give him a better view, slowly pulling your dress up until it sat bunched above your pelvis. âBesides, it seems like you need a little pick me up after the day you had.â
If Murray wasnât already intoxicated, he would have been at the sight of your pussy - already wet and swollen for him. He couldnât hold back any longer and brought his hand up to grab at his cock through his pants, squeezing down to relieve some pressure before moving down to the floor, on his knees as you adjusted to sit facing him, legs now over his shoulders as he tugged you towards him.Â
Wrapping his left arm under your leg to keep you held down, Murrayâs other hand came up to your other thigh, laying it flat on his couch before finally inching forward and pressing his mouth over your pussy.Â
The warmth of his mouth mixed with the slickness of his tongue had you bucking your hips up into his face, hands gripping the cushions of the couch as your mouth fell open.Â
âO-Oh! Murray, that feels so good.â You exhaled, bringing your hands up to pull your dress higher up, watching him concentrate on sucking down on your clit and running his tongue up and down through your folds.Â
Falling back into the couch, you whined and wrapped your hands around his head, keeping him held at your pussy while his hands were busy pinning you down. He continued to abuse your clit and folds, moving his right hand up towards your hole and circling his index and middle around it. Feeling your pussy flutter against his fingers before he pushed them deep inside, curling them up towards your g-spot.Â
By now your body was sat up again, body curling around Murrayâs head as you held onto him, crying as your hips continued to grind on Murrayâs tongue, and now fingers, with your first orgasm of the night approaching.
With his nose pressed deep in your bush, he began sucking more carefully at your sudden song of going to come. He abused your pussy quicker, louder, and harder until your thighs clamped around his head, hips jolting as you squirted on his mouth and fingers.Â
Trying his best to swallow everything you could give him, your body fell limp into the couch, panting as your legs became jello. Murray could only smirk when he finally pulled away, leaning back on the heels of his feet.Â
He finally pushed his pants down over his legs and kicked them out under his feet, pulling his shirt off as well. His dick, now pointed out towards the couch, tip red and leaking with precum. Whenever he lost his balance a little, teeter back towards you on the couch, his dick would brush against the soft velvet of his couch and he hissed out loud, bucking his hips forward.Â
âGod, youâreâŚreally good at that,â You said exasperated, helping him pull your dress off, panting as you sat up to look down at him with a grin at the sight of his beard dripping in your juices. âCome here, I wanna taste.âÂ
Pulling him towards you by his shoulders, your mouths connected in the middle, tongue already licking at his lips until your tongues found each other. Wet open-mouthed kisses now filled the room as Murray held you by your waist, moving to trade positions with you, sitting you down on his lap.Â
You first ground against his dick, hardening nipples brushing against his own and the soft fuzzy hair that grew on his chest and stomach.Â
âMmm, can I sit on your dick?â You asked quietly, lips still lightly against his. Without saying a word, Murray nodded and pushed you back towards him, mouth going back to yours.
Pushing yourself up, you settled back down onto Murrayâs plush thighs, hard dick sinking up into you. A groan escaped from you when you finally settled down onto his lap. His arms came and wrapped up and around your back while your arms hung over the back of his couch. Nails and palms gripping onto the couch cushion tightly.
Moaning into each otherâs mouths until you needed to pull back down to catch your breath - a string of saliva connecting you both as you pulled away. Leaning back to rest your hands on his knees, extending your exposed front torso to him, you couldnât help the tightening coming from your core, his tanned cock pulsing inside causing you both to let out a disgruntled moan.Â
âI-Iâm not doing that on purpose,â You confessed, continuing to grind down into his lap.Â
âI know,â He groaned, hand moving down to cup your ass before squeezing the plush flesh, smacking you once and pulling you closer to him, grinding your hips hard onto his lap, whining as his hands gripped harder on your hips.
âButâŚdonât stop doing it either.âÂ
Clenching down and around him harder now, you bent your elbows to hold onto him better, feeling his hands return to your hips as he began fucking himself up into you, your body practically a rag doll in his arms.Â
âMurray, I-Iâm going to-â
Before you could properly finish your sentence, your body tensed up in Murrayâs arms. Your eyes going cross and your teeth coming down to dig into your bottom lip.Â
Murray continued to fuck his way up into you through your orgasm: your toes curling and heels digging into his sides, body shaking violently as you creamed around his dick.Â
Fighting to keep you sat still and not moving so much, Murray held you even tighter to him, his mouth coming down on your right nipple, sucking and nibbling at the swollen bud while his right thumb and pointer twisted and pulled the once free nipple.Â
âMurray! ItâsâŚitâs too much!â You whined, beginning to try and squirm his way off from how intense your next orgasm was hitting you so quickly. âIâm so sensitive.âÂ
Without removing his mouth and hand from your nipples, Murray began to fuck his way, hard, up into you, his own orgasm finally catching up to him. Before you both knew it, you were coming down together.
Overstimulated now, you could only hover over Murrayâs dick, the mixture of both of your cum oozing out of you and down your thighs, dripping onto the tip of Murrayâs dick and sliding down the sides. Panting hard, Murray grabbed your hips and steadied you before pushing you back down on his dick, the sticky mess spreading across your legs and inside you.Â
âMurray!â You sobbed, pushing back as your hips jolted on him, âItâs too much.âÂ
âOh, Iâm sorry, princess,â He teased, pulling you back towards him to kiss your cheek. âAre you all sore? Pussy too sensitive from my dick?âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you rested your head on his shoulder, facing against his neck.
âYouâre so mean,â You joked, a small smile twitching at the corners of your mouth. âI take it back, I donât ever want dinner or foot massages again!âÂ
He could only laugh, knowing by the dramatic tone you were speaking in that you were only joking.Â
âI mean, you sort of invited yourself over. So if thereâs anyone to blame itâs you,â He watched as you leaned back and went to playfully hit him, his hand catching your wrist before your hand connected to his face. âBut, I donât think itâs anything to get in a huff about, donât you think, princess?âÂ
Blushing, you didnât let your smile fall as you shook your head, agreeing with him despite not wanting him to know he was right.Â
âSo, what do you say?â Murray asked after a moment.Â
âSay about what?â You questioned, eyebrow raised.Â
âThis, maybeâŚhappen again? Next week sometime?âÂ
You were never one to jump into setting up another âdateâ with a hookup after the first time, but with Murray it was different. Hell, if you knew what he was all about when you first moved in, you would have knocked on his door a lot sooner.Â
Climbing off his lap, you gathered your dress off the floor and threw it back on, pulling your hair out from under before making your way towards the door.
âYeah, you make the dinner and Iâll bring the dessert.â
Opening the door, you turned and smiled at a now dressed Murray, who made his way towards the door behind you and leaned against the opened door.Â
summary: after losing his job at the chicago sun-times, murray bauman seeks comfort in his equally, if not more, eccentric next-door hippie neighbor
warnings: drinking, smoking the devil's lettuce, smut (18+ only: fem rec. oral, dick riding, creme pie, squirting, nipple play, overstimulation, foot massages - this is grade a vintage smut at it's finest) slight dubcon (reader and murray are under the influence but are both really into each other and it's not weird/dark), MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
pairing: murray bauman x fem!reader
word count: 4,282
a/n: kisses to all the fellow murray stans and your patience with this! i hope y'all enjoy, it's my first fic in a few months and it was really fun to creative write again! <3 def would be open to write more murray fics in the future.
CHICAGO, ILLINOIS - 1983
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He knew he would have to probably start looking elsewhere to live - no sense in living in the city when he was now unemployed. He also knew that his mother was due to call him any moment now, and that meant telling her the quite unfortunate news.Â
It wasnât like he was intentionally trying to get fired, but he also knew that this story could have been something big. Evidently, to the rest of the Chicago Sun-Times, they thought differently.
Murray could hear it now - his mother and her squawking-like voice ringing through the telephone.
âWhat thirty-six-year-old man gets fired for conspiracies? Murray Bauman!â
Rolling his eyes, Murray fell back into his couch, moving the phone down into his lap as he tried to ignore his motherâs lectures, debating in his head as to how he could get off the phone with her.
â...if your father were still alive he would be so disappointed in you, Murray. Why couldnât you have been a respectable journalist? I never wanted you to get into this. You could have done something else. Anything else! A businessman, a lawyer, not some crazed reporter who makes up conspiracies and gets fired!â
By now Murray had had enough - he could only take his motherâs daily berating phone calls for so long before he finally just ended the conversation.Â
âWell, Ma, this has been great, like always,â He began sarcastically, sitting back up and leaning his elbows into his knees, âBut I gotta go. You know, gotta look for a job now that Iâm the disgraced ex-reporter of the Chicago Sun-Times. Iâm sure Iâll find a great job after this.âÂ
Before his mother could protest, try and belittle him longer, Murray extended his arm forward and slammed the telephone down, ending the tiresome call.Â
With a sigh of relief, Murray stood up and made his way into his kitchen, grabbing a glass and the bottle of vodka he had sitting on the top of his refrigerator. Twisting the cap and flicking it off, Murray poured the clear liquid into his glass, fuller than his usual amount given the circumstances, before bringing the bottle up to his lips and leaning his head back.Â
He knew getting drunk probably wasnât the most logical idea - given how tense he was and how his emotions were through the roof, but when he felt the warm liquid run down his throat and into his belly, he knew it was too late to go back.Â
Warm eyes flickered across the room to the front door, where the cardboard box with his desk belongings sat, Murray could only shake his head and bring the bottle to his lips again, downing another generous amount of vodka as his thoughts began to stir. Completely forgetting about the glass he had poured, with the bottle in his hand Murray made his way over towards the front door, looking down at the contents in the box before letting out a âtskâ.
âDisappointedâŚyeah, Iâm sure he would be,â Murray muttered to himself.Â
Before he could continue down his self-deprecating rabbit hole, the strong scent of pot flooded got stuck in his nose from the hallway, followed by the faint sound of footsteps and muffled music coming from next door.Â
Plugging his nose between his thumb and pointer finger, Murray turned towards the door and looked out the peephole into the hallway, watching as a taller gentleman stood in front of his door, grinning and swaying a little as he tried to focus on what Murray assumed to be his next-door neighbor.
âSoâŚcan we do this again sometime?â He slurred, laughing a little to himself.
Murray could only roll his eyes at how obviously high this guy was - not that he had much room to talk given that he was tipping over into the realm of his own intoxication. As much as he wanted to ignore his annoying neighbor and their own life, he still couldnât help but watch.Â
âOhâŚyeah, maybe!â You squeaked out, laughing awkwardly from your spot in your doorway. âYou know Iâm so busy nowadays with school and stuff, but Iâll give you a call! Yeah?âÂ
The sweet sound of your voice was like honey to Murray, sticking him to his door just so he could possibly get a glance at you. It was pathetic really, two individuals who had been living next door to each other for months now and yet still never got a glance at each other.Â
And he knew it was wrong, and he blamed the vodka for it, but there was almost a possessiveness that came over him when the gentleman right outside his door - who lingered longer than he should have, waiting for the answer he so desperately wanted from you but so clearly wasnât going to get.Â
âSo, yeah. Get home safe, okay?â Before he could get another word out, you shut the door and locked it, humming to yourself as you moved to your couch, plucking the half-smoked joint from the ashtray and relighting it.Â
Meanwhile, back next door, after who he assumed was your friend left, he turned back towards his kitchen and went to make dinner, given that it was already getting late.Â
It didnât take long for Murray to whip up a dish of, well - something. He wasnât really putting much thought into it besides trying to not set the meal or himself on fire.Â
By this point, he was so soaked with vodka that standing anywhere near a match would probably be a bad idea. He pulled the dish off the stove and let the contents slip out and onto the plate he had sitting next to him.Â
Pulling a fork out from the drawer, Murray made his way to the island and leaned over the plate, going to dig in and take the first bite before there was a knock at the door. At first, he ignored it, going to take a bite again from his fork when the knocking came again. The second time proved to annoy Murray more.
By the third knock, however, he was fuming. He didnât expect himself to be this annoyed over the knocking at his door, but he was starving and all he wanted was some peace and quiet after the shit day he had and the even more shitty phone call with his mother.Â
âOh, what is it now?!â He cried, making his way to the front door and swinging it open, a little rougher than usual.
âWhat?!â He snapped.Â
Jumping slightly, you blinked at him slowly, you werenât expecting the hostile answer to your knocking.Â
âOh! Iâm sorry, did I disturb you? I just wanted to know if you had a couple of slices of bread? See, I got all the stuff for the sandwich, but not the bread.âÂ
When the scent of pot finally hit him and your voice rang into his ears, he gawked at you - not realizing that his next-door neighbor all this time was actually an attractive woman his age. He could only feel like an idiot now for making his first impression with you so poorly.
âNo! No, I was just eating. Sorry, itâs been a long day. Uh, bread? Bread, yeah, I got that,â He could tell that you were high from the smell coming off you and the bloodshot eyes, but it wasnât like he was any better. You could tell he was drunk by the teetering and flushed cheeks.Â
Following him into the kitchen, shutting the door behind you, you leaned against the counter awkwardly, watching as he rummaged through his cabinets and on the counters for his loaf of bread that he insisted on having.Â
âIâm sure itâs here somewhereâŚjust gotta,â He shoved a stack of papers off the counter by accident, the loose leafs flying across the floor, âShit, sorry! Donât mind the mess.âÂ
You jumped back a bit from the papers, but judging by how cluttered even his kitchen was, it was going to be a minute before he found it. Turning towards the island, you looked down at the plate of pasta mush and what you presumed to be just a glass of water and not vodka, mouth salivating.
Forgetting that you were in fact not in your own apartment, you leaned forward and picked up the fork, stealing the first bite of his meal that was already on the plate. It was good, way too fucking good for the state of mind you were in right now. Setting the fork down, you picked up the glass and brought it to your mouth.Â
The next turn of events seemed to happen quicker than either of you could process. Murray turned with the butt ends of the loaf in his hands, mouth open and eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he watched you eat his meal and begin to take a sip of his vodka, only for you to sputter out the vodka and nearly drop the glass on the floor.Â
âWhatâŚthe fuck was that?!â You gagged, trying to spit out the taste from your mouth.
âItâs vodka! Why are you eating my dinner?â Murray cried, tossing the bread down on the island before quickly getting you a glass of water, helping you drink it quickly without you choking on it until the taste was for the most part washed out of your mouth.Â
âJesus, are you that high? Youâre lucky Iâm not a psychopath! Do you do this with everyone in the apartment?âÂ
The questions that came out of Murray one by one were only waved off by you, making yourself comfortable and sitting down at one of the stools he had around the island.Â
âMy bread guy is out of town,â You swayed a little as you sat, your high beginning to peak and your body going lax. âI smelled you cooking and thought maybe youâd have bread.âÂ
At this point, Murray couldnât even tell if this was reality or not. Was he that drunk? Did his weird hippie neighbor seriously knock on his door high out of their mind and steal his dinner and almost choke on his vodka?
âYou have a bread guy?â Was all that Murray could come up with. Â
Not having any shame, you took another bite of the pasta before passing him the fork. Giving in, Murray sat at the other stool and began to share his dinner, realizing he was far too drunk to even care anymore.Â
âItâs that old retired high school teacher,â You explained. You know the one who is always gumming and hanging around the lobby trying to shoo out the solicitors?âÂ
Watching you take your bite and then give the fork back to him, Murray took a bite and shook his head, processing now who it was before passing the fork to you, the dish beginning to shrink until there was no more left.Â
âWell, heâs not doing a great job. I gotta threaten to call the cops on those people at least twice a week!â Murray complained.Â
You couldnât help but laugh, catching Murray pleasantly off guard. He smiled a little and shook his head, pushing the empty plate out of his way before picking up his glass of vodka, and finishing it off.Â
âIâm serious, heâs a nut,â Murray laughed, âAnd thatâs coming from a nut!âÂ
âHow many nuts do we have running around the complex?â You joked, smirking as you leaned back a little, moving to stand up and now walk around his apartment, into the living room where you looked around at his belongings. âThat makes five just on our floor!â
Standing up, Murray followed you, watching from the doorway as you went through his records before finally picking something and putting it on the player. When the sweet tunes of Simon & Garfunkle came through the speaker, Murray made his way further into the living room, sitting down on his couch.Â
âA hippie, an ex-journalist, a retired school teacher, the crazy cat lady, and the guy who is obviously a spy or something.â Murray listed off.Â
Stopping your swaying to the music, you turned and gawked at Murray, stomach dropping.Â
âHeâs a snitch? I knew it! Heâs so shady,â You squeaked, voice going soft as if the neighbor was listening, âHeâs such a stiff! Always in those stuffy suits and weird sunglasses. Like, weâre indoors buddy. Why do you need the shades?âÂ
Sitting down now beside Murray on the couch, you leaned into the back of the couch, sitting on your knees.Â
âYou saidâŚex-journalist,â You began, more seriously. âDid you get fired or something?âÂ
Sighing, Murray brought the glass up to his lips and tilted back, finishing the glass before setting it down on the coffee table.
âYeah, today actually,â He confessed. âThereâs this story, one I think could be really big! Well, the Chicago Sun-Times seems to think differently. Saying it's a hoax and a bunch of rumors from a small town that wants attention in the city. âA bunch of crapâ they told me.â
Frowning, you listened carefully to him speak, giving him the opportunity to get things off his chest.Â
âWhatâs a bunch of crap is that entire paper. All they want to do is write about the same boring issues we all know arenât going to change anytime soon.â
Nodding in agreement, you adjusted yourself to now sit flat on his couch, leaning back to extend out across the couch and in his lap.Â
âItâs too bad really, I would have liked to hear about this big story.âÂ
Shrugging his shoulders, Murrayâs hands rested on your feet. As much as he wanted to agree, he knew nothing would have come from it. Nobody would take him seriously, even now if he went somewhere else and pitched it. Theyâd all think of him as some crazy conspiracist. And part of him wondered if they were right. Hell, the only one who seems to be interested in it is his stoner hippie neighbor who was currently in a food coma and coming down from their high on his couch.
âMaybe someday.â He stated, leaning back into his couch and closing his eyes, âBut I donât need to pour my pathetic sob story to my neighbor of almost a year that I just happened to meet tonight for the first time.âÂ
If it werenât for the two of your states of mind, Murray knew he would have already kicked you out a while ago. But he was quickly starting to grow on the idea of having you around for company. Maybe he judged you a little too much on assumptions.Â
You, on the other hand, were pleasantly surprised with how good dinner was, not having had such a rich and filling dish in days really. It had been whatever scraps you could find lying around your place since you hadnât gotten paid yet to go to the grocery store. You werenât even aware of how many boundaries you had crossed tonight and the obvious social cues that were given to you by Murray. Not only did you barge in asking for bread, but you stole his dinner, and now were on the verge of napping on his couch.
It was even harder to stay awake on Murrayâs couch, lying down with your feet in his lap, his warm calloused hands rubbing out the knots in your feet. You couldnât help the little moan escape your mouth when you stretched your feet out more, toes digging into the inner part of his thigh, unaware of how they were wrapped around his now growing dick.Â
âIâll have to bother you more if it means a free meal and a foot massage,â You teased, âYou do this to all the girls in the complex?âÂ
Letting out a weak laugh, Murray tried his best to not roll his hips into your feet, doing his best to cover up his disgruntled groan with his rebuttal.Â
âOnly the dirty hippies who smoke way too much weed.âÂ
The usual diss would have pissed you off if it was anyone else, but it was Murray and Murray seemed to be just as weird as you were. And while you were both heavily intoxicated in both of your vices - his being vodka and yours being pot, you could still tell too easily what was going on with him.Â
On one shoulder, the little angel told you to stop, to not get caught up in another boy who was only going to waste your time, but on the other shoulder - with the devil that seemed to talk much louder than the angel, told you to see just how far you could take this.Â
Watching as Murrayâs right hand gripped the side of the couch, his left rested on your legs, you rolled your feet into his now obvious boner before retracting off him, his fingers sinking into your flesh to try and keep you still. Bending your knees up, exposing the underside of your linen dress, you could only smirk when his eyes followed, Murrayâs breath hitching when he saw that you werenât wearing anything under.Â
âYou offered dinner, the least I could do is offer dessert,â You spread your legs out a little to give him a better view, slowly pulling your dress up until it sat bunched above your pelvis. âBesides, it seems like you need a little pick me up after the day you had.â
If Murray wasnât already intoxicated, he would have been at the sight of your pussy - already wet and swollen for him. He couldnât hold back any longer and brought his hand up to grab at his cock through his pants, squeezing down to relieve some pressure before moving down to the floor, on his knees as you adjusted to sit facing him, legs now over his shoulders as he tugged you towards him.Â
Wrapping his left arm under your leg to keep you held down, Murrayâs other hand came up to your other thigh, laying it flat on his couch before finally inching forward and pressing his mouth over your pussy.Â
The warmth of his mouth mixed with the slickness of his tongue had you bucking your hips up into his face, hands gripping the cushions of the couch as your mouth fell open.Â
âO-Oh! Murray, that feels so good.â You exhaled, bringing your hands up to pull your dress higher up, watching him concentrate on sucking down on your clit and running his tongue up and down through your folds.Â
Falling back into the couch, you whined and wrapped your hands around his head, keeping him held at your pussy while his hands were busy pinning you down. He continued to abuse your clit and folds, moving his right hand up towards your hole and circling his index and middle around it. Feeling your pussy flutter against his fingers before he pushed them deep inside, curling them up towards your g-spot.Â
By now your body was sat up again, body curling around Murrayâs head as you held onto him, crying as your hips continued to grind on Murrayâs tongue, and now fingers, with your first orgasm of the night approaching.
With his nose pressed deep in your bush, he began sucking more carefully at your sudden song of going to come. He abused your pussy quicker, louder, and harder until your thighs clamped around his head, hips jolting as you squirted on his mouth and fingers.Â
Trying his best to swallow everything you could give him, your body fell limp into the couch, panting as your legs became jello. Murray could only smirk when he finally pulled away, leaning back on the heels of his feet.Â
He finally pushed his pants down over his legs and kicked them out under his feet, pulling his shirt off as well. His dick, now pointed out towards the couch, tip red and leaking with precum. Whenever he lost his balance a little, teeter back towards you on the couch, his dick would brush against the soft velvet of his couch and he hissed out loud, bucking his hips forward.Â
âGod, youâreâŚreally good at that,â You said exasperated, helping him pull your dress off, panting as you sat up to look down at him with a grin at the sight of his beard dripping in your juices. âCome here, I wanna taste.âÂ
Pulling him towards you by his shoulders, your mouths connected in the middle, tongue already licking at his lips until your tongues found each other. Wet open-mouthed kisses now filled the room as Murray held you by your waist, moving to trade positions with you, sitting you down on his lap.Â
You first ground against his dick, hardening nipples brushing against his own and the soft fuzzy hair that grew on his chest and stomach.Â
âMmm, can I sit on your dick?â You asked quietly, lips still lightly against his. Without saying a word, Murray nodded and pushed you back towards him, mouth going back to yours.
Pushing yourself up, you settled back down onto Murrayâs plush thighs, hard dick sinking up into you. A groan escaped from you when you finally settled down onto his lap. His arms came and wrapped up and around your back while your arms hung over the back of his couch. Nails and palms gripping onto the couch cushion tightly.
Moaning into each otherâs mouths until you needed to pull back down to catch your breath - a string of saliva connecting you both as you pulled away. Leaning back to rest your hands on his knees, extending your exposed front torso to him, you couldnât help the tightening coming from your core, his tanned cock pulsing inside causing you both to let out a disgruntled moan.Â
âI-Iâm not doing that on purpose,â You confessed, continuing to grind down into his lap.Â
âI know,â He groaned, hand moving down to cup your ass before squeezing the plush flesh, smacking you once and pulling you closer to him, grinding your hips hard onto his lap, whining as his hands gripped harder on your hips.
âButâŚdonât stop doing it either.âÂ
Clenching down and around him harder now, you bent your elbows to hold onto him better, feeling his hands return to your hips as he began fucking himself up into you, your body practically a rag doll in his arms.Â
âMurray, I-Iâm going to-â
Before you could properly finish your sentence, your body tensed up in Murrayâs arms. Your eyes going cross and your teeth coming down to dig into your bottom lip.Â
Murray continued to fuck his way up into you through your orgasm: your toes curling and heels digging into his sides, body shaking violently as you creamed around his dick.Â
Fighting to keep you sat still and not moving so much, Murray held you even tighter to him, his mouth coming down on your right nipple, sucking and nibbling at the swollen bud while his right thumb and pointer twisted and pulled the once free nipple.Â
âMurray! ItâsâŚitâs too much!â You whined, beginning to try and squirm his way off from how intense your next orgasm was hitting you so quickly. âIâm so sensitive.âÂ
Without removing his mouth and hand from your nipples, Murray began to fuck his way, hard, up into you, his own orgasm finally catching up to him. Before you both knew it, you were coming down together.
Overstimulated now, you could only hover over Murrayâs dick, the mixture of both of your cum oozing out of you and down your thighs, dripping onto the tip of Murrayâs dick and sliding down the sides. Panting hard, Murray grabbed your hips and steadied you before pushing you back down on his dick, the sticky mess spreading across your legs and inside you.Â
âMurray!â You sobbed, pushing back as your hips jolted on him, âItâs too much.âÂ
âOh, Iâm sorry, princess,â He teased, pulling you back towards him to kiss your cheek. âAre you all sore? Pussy too sensitive from my dick?âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you rested your head on his shoulder, facing against his neck.
âYouâre so mean,â You joked, a small smile twitching at the corners of your mouth. âI take it back, I donât ever want dinner or foot massages again!âÂ
He could only laugh, knowing by the dramatic tone you were speaking in that you were only joking.Â
âI mean, you sort of invited yourself over. So if thereâs anyone to blame itâs you,â He watched as you leaned back and went to playfully hit him, his hand catching your wrist before your hand connected to his face. âBut, I donât think itâs anything to get in a huff about, donât you think, princess?âÂ
Blushing, you didnât let your smile fall as you shook your head, agreeing with him despite not wanting him to know he was right.Â
âSo, what do you say?â Murray asked after a moment.Â
âSay about what?â You questioned, eyebrow raised.Â
âThis, maybeâŚhappen again? Next week sometime?âÂ
You were never one to jump into setting up another âdateâ with a hookup after the first time, but with Murray it was different. Hell, if you knew what he was all about when you first moved in, you would have knocked on his door a lot sooner.Â
Climbing off his lap, you gathered your dress off the floor and threw it back on, pulling your hair out from under before making your way towards the door.
âYeah, you make the dinner and Iâll bring the dessert.â
Opening the door, you turned and smiled at a now dressed Murray, who made his way towards the door behind you and leaned against the opened door.Â
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