fucking bellamy blake and john murphy at the same time😔🫶 cw; smut, fem!reader (gimme a hair tie & two mins alone with them and i’ll genuinely change their lives <3)
murphy grouses at your every movement, pinching your hip as you shift beneath him and his cock drags backward against your walls, the movement helped along as bellamy tweaks your clit and your cunt dribbles slick.
your legs twitch and close inward, stopped short on their journey as murphy wedges his pelvis between your legs with a grumble. he bends forward at the waist, nudging at your throat with that curved nose. you hiccup, half heartedly complaining, fingers splayed over his shoulders.
bellamy rolls his eyes, slipping out from beneath you to muscle in beside murphy, halting his movements.
“move,” bell murmurs, his hand dancing upward to find the crease between your anxious brows. “have t’be gentle with her,” he explains, voice low. “work her up to bein’ rough. she’s only little.”
murphy grouses something rather unsavoury, brows pinched tight as he watches bellamy pry his fingers into the crease of your thigh, using his free hand to dig his cock from his trousers.
“you got it, baby,” bellamy murmurs, nudging the head against your pussy until you relent and grant him entrance. you clamp your thighs either side of his hips, whining as bellamy grabs john by the wrist and guides his fingers over your swelled clit. he rolls his hips in slow, deliberate movements, canines poking through his top lip as you relax and open up for him. “see, she likes that.”
you hiccup, reaching for bellamy’s hand. he tsks, dragging a knuckle over your cheek. preening, you tilt your face into the touch and whine.
“‘s nice, baby?” bellamy murmurs, rolling his hips into you harder this time. you nod fervidly. murphy grumbles, cock kicking up at your needy little noises even as he feigns disinterest.
bellamy rolls back on the balls of his feet, his cock gliding out with a wet squelch as he makes room for murphy to push back between your legs. “that’s it. nice and slow with her.”
murphy rolls his eyes but complies, sinking back into your spongy walls as bellamy slides back behind you, petting his fingers over your clammy temple.
bellamy nudges at your hairline with the tip of his nose, murmuring against the crown of your skull as murphy’s pace quickens and deepens, and you mewl, pussy clamping tight over the length of him. murphy’s hips stutter. bellamy laughs.
“you can’t come yet, champ. not until she has.”
“why does the princess get to come first? she didn’t even do any work!” he whines.
“because i fucking said so. go on, get back to work.” bellamy smears a kiss over the crown of your head, snickering.
you gasp when murphy nudges your swollen clit with his thumb.
“bell,” you warble.
“i know, princess. he’s giving your pussy some love, isn’t he?”
murphy scoffs. “don’t love it.”
“yeah, that’s why you’re about to come just looking at that pretty pussy, isn’t it?”
Thinking about John Murphy in a grumpy x sunshine scenario.
(By the way, I just started watching The 100, so please be nice)
Warnings: swearing, conflicting feelings, mentions of violence.
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Thinking about John Murphy getting lost with you in the woods after you were both sent out together to hunt.
You remained optimistic while Murphy wanted you to shut up for just 5 seconds so he could concentrate on trying to find camp again.
You were one of the odd balls of the band of criminals that came to Earth from The Ark. You were only there because you were convicted of a crime you didn't commit.
Murphy couldn't stand your cheerful attitude. The sound of your voice nauseated him, and being stuck with you only made him want to kill you more with each passing second. If it weren't for Clarke, you would have been dead as soon as he got off the ship.
Nightfall came closing in on the two of you, and you still haven't found your way back to camp. So the only option you had was to build a fire and try to get some rest for the night.
The next problem to arise was that it had rained earlier in the day, so all the wood and leaves you could find were too damp to burn. You had to forgo the fire and just try your best to get some sleep.
Murphy was on his back staring up at the star filled sky, his breath a fog in his face due to the cold night air. His jaw clenched in frustration because he couldn't sleep over the sound of your teeth chattering and your shakey breaths.
He sat up quickly and turned to you to tell you stop, but he froze at what he saw. You were curled up in a ball with your eyes screwed shut, shivering and trying your hardest to conserve your own body heat, your teeth chattering away. Your upper body was just covered by a thin long sleeve shirt that did next to nothing when it came to keeping you warm.
Murphy was bewildered when he realized he kind of felt sorry for you. You were too weak to be out here. You should have stayed at camp where you were safe. He had no idea why you volunteered to come with him on this hunting trip, nor did he have any idea why Bellamy let you come.
Murphy rolled his eyes and let out a big sigh, creating a big cloud of his own breath. He shrugged off his jacket and drapped it over your body, mumbling incoherent complaints as he layed back down.
You opened your eyes when you realized the cold had left you. You lifted your head to see Murphy's jacket laying over you and looked to your right to see Murphy curled up like you were.
Without even giving it a second thought, you shifted over next to him and drapped the jacket over the both of you. When Murphy opened his eyes and saw you laying so close to him, his heart felt like it skipped several beats.
"What the hell are you doing?" He snarled at you. You just offered him a kind smile and said, "If we're gonna survive out here, we should look out for each other."
Murphy stayed laying on his back while you laid on your side facing him. You were so close to him that his arm was almost touching your chest. The jacket laying on top of the both of you helped to keep your combined body heat contained, so the frigid air was more tolerable.
Murphy tilted his head towards you and observed you as you slept. He couldn't wrap his head around why you were so nice to him when he was anything but nice to you. He treated you like dirt. He would cuss at you, threaten you with words and weapons, and body check you if you got in his way. He gave you every reason to hate him, and yet you remained as sweet as honey.
You always said good morning and goodnight to him even if he replied with a grumbled "shut up" or "fuck off". You always gave him whatever food you didn't eat with a smile and he would accept it with reluctance and furrowed eyebrows. When you found out it was his birthday a few weeks back, you made him a necklace out of acorn shells and twine because "everyone should get a gift on their birthday, John." He refused to wear it, but he secretly kept it because for some reason he couldn't bring himself to throw it out.
Murphy fell asleep to the sight of your resting form, and when he woke the next morning, he felt something on his chest weighing him down. He blinked his eyes open and saw your head laying right over his heart with your hand resting on his sternum.
You were still asleep, your breaths coming out in soft snores. You must have wandered closer to him in your sleep, and now you were cuddled up to him like he was your long-time lover.
Murphy laid frozen with ambivalence. He didn't like you, that he knew for certain, but he also didn't hate the site and feeling of you curled up to him. He would be a lying bastard if he said he didn't feel a weird turning in his stomach that most people called butterflies.
He raised a hand slowly and found himself reaching for your head to stroke your hair. He stopped himself before he could do it, rerouting his thoughts out of his heart and back into his head. He instead used that same hand to lightly shake your shoulder to wake you up.
You mewled as you woke, and then you quickly sat up once you realized you were cuddling with Murphy. You glanced over at him as he sat up and looked at you like he was waiting for an explanation.
"Good morning, um... sorry about that. I guess i got cold last night, " you said in a coy tone. Murphy let out a sigh through his nose and threw his jacket back on. "Whatever just...don't do it again," he replied with annoyance.
After hours of walking and taking occasional rests when you got tired, you both finally found your way back to camp. Bellamy came running up to you and Murphy with relief in his body language.
"What happened? I was starting to think you two were dead, " Bellamy lectured like an angry parent. "We got lost, but John got us back safely," you beamed while squeezing Murphys bicep. He, of course, ripped himself from your grip and looked at you like you had 6 heads.
"Oh ya, sure you got lost," you heard Jasper chime in as he came up beside Bellamy. You chuckled and gave Jasper a playful shove before walking away and heading to your tent. Jasper and Bellamy both watched as you walked off, and Jasper mumbled something to Bellamy that made Murphy's blood boil. "I wouldn't mind getting lost with her."
Murphy grabbed Jasper by the collar of his shirt and brought him in so he was nose to nose with him. "Say that shit again and you're a fucking dead man. Got it?" Murphy growled, feeling his veins swell with anger and... jealousy? Jasper nodded his head nervously, and Murphy shoved him away. Bellamy took Jasper by the arm and looked at Murphy like he couldn't figure out why he lashed out before they both turned away.
Truthfully, Murphy didn't know why he lashed out either. He normally wouldn't give a shit if any guy looked at you or made suggestive comments about you. It was clear that after having spent all of yesterday and last night lost in the woods with you that his feelings towards you were starting to shift. Why did you have to be so damn nice?
Summary: John Murphy couldn't stand you. You were loud, in his face, and didn't know how to take a hint, but when you start distant yourself, he doesn't know how to feel about it. And then he sees you with Jasper and he REALLY doesn't know how to feel about it.
Rating: Mature 18+
Warning: Jealous and Possessive John Murphy, Jasper deserves better tbh, Manhandling, Fingering, Unprotected P in V (yall plz be safe)
Words: 2.3k
An: I needed to fuck him and this is the first smut I've written in a while so plz be nice. Honestly kind of hate how I ended this, but it is what it is.
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John Murphy had lost count of the number of times people have had to separate you and him.
The amount of time you were in his face.
The amount of fist fights you had been in.
You were too loud and too gaudy and way too fucking nosey.
And no matter how many times he threatened your life - which was almost hourly - you kept coming back. Like a fucking masocist or something.
Whether it was asking him about his sex life - which he did have, but not like it was any of your business - calling him nicknames even though he told you not to, teasing him, pushing all sorts of buttons on him.
He couldn’t fucking take it.
And when the rage boiled over, the fist fighting would start.
“Call me that again,” Murphy growled, his hand fisting in the collar of your shirt, “I fucking dare you.”
Your smirk infuriated him. All he wanted to do was wipe it off your face.
“Aww and what are you going to do? Hmmm? Johnny boy~” You purr.
Fights like this always ended with the people that had the unfortunate luck of being near the two of you pulling you apart, Murphy’s shouts and threats echoing all throughout the camp. And usually, Bellamy would come and tell Murphy to take a walk.
“Why do you do this?” Bellamy took you to the side, trying to figure out what the hell kind of death wish you had. “You know he is just going to blow up at you.”
You shrug, but you know exactly why you did what you did. Angry Murphy was hot as hell, and you didn’t know how else to get his attention. Didn’t know how else to get him to focus on you and you alone. You hated how many women - and men - he took into his tent. It made you sick to your stomach that it wasn’t you.
Bellamy sighs. “Look, just leave him alone okay? I have been getting too many complaints and I am getting really tired of separating you two.”
“Oh, come on we aren’t that ba-” Bellamy cut you off with a glare. “Okay fine I will leave him alone.”
It had been 3 weeks since his last encounter with you.
The first week he was relieved, finally able to get a break from your constant harassment.
The second week he got a little confused. Like he would see you around camp, purposefully square his shoulders whenever you got close to him - preparing for whatever you were cooking up - but you wouldn’t even look at him. Just continued walking past him.
He hated feeling confused. He hated when he wasn’t in control of his emotions and thoughts and now all he could think about was you. You plagued his thoughts more than usual, non-stop running on his brain.
By the third week he was getting irritated. What the fuck was going on? Were you just messing with him?
Murphy was thinking so much about you that you had started even invading his dreams. Images of you completely fucked beneath him, begging, crying, wanting nothing more than him inside you.
It was honestly messing with his head and he couldn’t even get himself off without thinking of you. His one form of release was taken over by his need for you to fucking look at him again.
God it was the most infuriating feeling Murphy had ever experienced and it hit him like a fucking freight train. He has never felt this way before and it was pissing him off to no end.
It was going into week four of his seemingly endless torture when it got worse.
He saw you with Jasper more. Your eyes sparkling whenever the little dweeb would talk, a smile forming on your lips which made Murphy’s stomach twist into disgusting little knots.
“I didn’t know you could be nice.”
“What’s that about, Murphy?” Jasper raises his eyebrow in surprise, but Murphy continues to ignore him, blue eyes focused on only you, satisfaction blooming in his chest as he sees you start to squirm a little.
“Haven’t seen you around lately. Looks like you've downgraded though.” Murphy smirks, a challenging glint in his eyes. You knew what he wanted, but you had promised Bellany that you wouldn’t fight with Murphy anymore and Jasper was really helping you quell your need to poke at him. Though as much as you did like Jasper, you knew that it wouldn’t be anywhere near the satisfaction you would get from being with Murphy.
You place your hand on Jasper’s chest when he tries to step forward, anger clearly on his face. The last thing you wanted was for this to get out of hand.
Murphy’s eyes follow your hands movement with a tick in his jaw. He couldn’t stand you touching Jasper. He couldn’t stand you touching someone that wasn’t him.
“Don’t fall for it, Jasp. He just wants to get a rise out of you.”
Jasp. You even had a fucking nickname for him? God it was making Murphy’s blood boil.
“Oh yeah, don’t worry about it Jasp,” Murphy scoffed, hands resting on his hips. “I was only joking. That’s what we do around here right? Joke?”
Before Jasper, or frankly you, could retaliate to him, Bellamy called for the two of you and effectively ending the would be fight. You look at Jasper and nudge him alone before sending a sharp glare towards Murphy and following along.
When you reached Bellamy all you could do was shrug, trying not to seem too riled up from your interaction. God you missed picking fights with Murphy, the charge of electricity that rushed through you at his taunting remarks.
Maybe there was something wrong with you for being turned on so easily by one man’s anger, but it wasn’t something you wanted to dive too far into right now.
“Before you say anything, I didn’t start it this time.”
Bellamy sighed and you could swear you could see a few gray hairs forming at his temple from stress. You felt bad for Bellamy, you really did, having to lead so many people and keep them all from killing each other wasn’t easy. Which was why you tried your darndest to stay away from Murphy, but even now you could still feel his eyes on you.
You turn slightly, just to see if you were right and were met with the blue of Murphy’s eyes. They were intense, anger and desire swinging in them. A shiver runs up your spine, a fire burning low in your belly as you could feel yourself losing your grip on reality.
“Hey,” Jasper’s voice jolts you out of your own fantasies, reminding you that you are not alone. “You okay?”
“Y yeah!” Though your voice betrayed that you were in fact not feeling fine and you were pretty sure the flush you felt did too. “I am just going to get ready for my turn on watch.”
Jasper gave you a skeptical look, but thankfully didn’t say anything as you rushed off to your tent.
By your second hour on watch you were ready to go back. Nothing was going on, no grounders or even a mutated deer, and all you wanted to do was go back and deal with the slickness between your thighs.
Sure, you felt bad using Jasper like that, only as a dick to get yourself off on while you continued to think of Murphy, but right now your horny mind didn’t.
While lost in thought you didn’t notice the man coming up behind you until a hand covered your mouth, preventing you from screaming out, a hard body pressed against your back as it pressed you against a tree.
“Caught you, mouse.”
You whimper involuntarily. You knew exactly who was holding you, whose hard cock was pressing into your back, whose scent was enveloping your entire being. And God, were you more than happy to give into him, it had been all you ever wanted.
Murphy pressed his hips into you, growling when you pushed back. His body was on fire with the thought of you wanting him the way he wanted you, not Jasper, just fucking him.
The way it should be.
“Look at you,” He chuckled, dark and menacing, “Pressing against me like a fucking bitch in heat. Is your boy toy not fucking you good enough?”
His other hand snakes down the front of your body, fingers feather light and not enough and he knows it by the way you arch, trying to chase the feeling. He wastes no time unbuttoning your jeans, his hand sliding under the fabric of your panties, cupping your pussy, one finger parting your lower lips to feel just how soaked you were.
Murphy groaned in your ear. “God you are so fucking wet and I haven’t even done anything yet.”
His finger dips towards your entrance, gathering up some of your slick before dragging it up to your clit and circling around the sensitive bud. You moan, the sound muffled by his hand that still covers your mouth, hips bucking as he continues his assault on your clit.
You could feel your high coming fast, the feeling of his hands on your body too much to handle and he could tell it by the way your thighs shake.
And he fucking loved it. He loved the power he had over you. If someone had told him weeks ago that he would be close to fucking you up against a tree where anyone could see the two of you, he would have laughed in their face.
All it took was you looking at another man for him to see fucking red.
You were his and he was not about to let you forget that.
He let up on your clit and before you could really miss the feeling of him there, he inserted one finger into your entrance. Murphy removed his hand just to hear you moan loudly, finger thrusting harsh inside of you, though it was slightly restricted by your panties and pants, not letting him finger fuck you the way he really wanted.
“Let the whole camp hear you, mouse.” His teeth sink into your neck, leaving marks that had you moaning louder, “Let them know who fucks you the best.”
“Oh fuck!” You cry.
“Not a name.” Another finger joins the first, curling in a ‘come here’ motion. Stars explode in your vision at the overwhelming feeling, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “Say my fucking name.”
“John!” You moan out, your high crashing into you, sending you over the edge. Your walls clench around his finger as he continues to thrust into you to the point of overstimulation. You try to move away from him, but he keeps you still until he is done with you.
You pant, head resting against the bark of the tree as he pulls his hand out of your panties, spreading his fingers to see the string of your aftermath clinging to his fingers. Murphy brings his fingers to his lips, moaning as he tastes you and it was the hottest thing you had ever seen in your life, your core feeling suddenly too empty.
“Now,” He licks his lips, “for the fun part.”
With a swift movement, Murphy tugs down your pants along with your panties before quickly undoing his own belt, pushing his pants down far enough to let his hard cock spring free.
Your mouth waters at the sight of him. Not that big, but the girth of him was what you were noticing the most, a prominent vein running along the underside of his cock, precum pooling at the tip.
He presses you forward, your hands bracing against the tree, thighs spread apart to accommodate him. He presses the tip of his cock to your entrance before letting it slip down to your clit, gathering your slick on himself. You press back against him, eagerly.
Murphy smirks knowing that he was the one you were falling apart for and after this he would make sure he continued to be the only person who would see you like this.
“Fuck, John, please!” You moan, wanting him inside you so badly that it was killing your patience and who was he to deny you?
Murphy enters you with one harsh thrust. You scream at the sudden feeling of him inside of you, pressing in all the right places. The stretch fucking hurt, but felt so good all at the same time.
He didn’t even give you time to adjust to him before he pulled out so that the tip was in and thrusting back inside you, rough and borderline animalistic, his fingers gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises.
You grip onto the tree the best you could, drooling and moaning, your head fuzzy and all you could think about was how good it felt to finally be fucked the way you wanted, by the person you wanted.
“Don’t forget who’s making you feel this way,” He growled between thrusts, bending over you to thrust even deeper, “Who you fucking belong to. You’re mine.”
Murphy moans as he feels your cunt clench around his cock, his words having such an effect on you. He smiles into your neck. “You like that? You like knowing who’s cock is fucking you so good? Tell me who the fuck you belong to.”
“You!” You cry as he hits that spongy spot inside you that makes your toes curl in your shoes, “Always been yours! John please! Please, I am so close!”
“Me too.” He groaned, his thrusts growing faster, chasing not just your high but his as well.
A couple more thrusts and you fall over the edge, head thrown back, a scream ripping from your throat. Murphy moans at your walls clenching him, cumming inside you, holding you close when you try to escape his hold.
“Oh fuck…” He breathes into your neck. “No way am I letting you go now.”
All you could do was smile, feeling him still inside you, your legs a little shaky, because that was all you ever wanted. To be his. And all you had to do was poke at his unspoken jealousy.
Pairing: John Murphy x reader
Summary: When you publicly humiliate John Murphy, he plans to make you pay. However, things take different turn, when unresolved feelings awake.
Warnings: 18+ only! Dom!Murphy, kissing, bit of degradation, pet names, knife play, biting, fingering, loss of virginity, P in V, creampie…
Word count: 1.9k
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It was a known fact that you and Murphy hated each other more than anything. It was like a tradition for you two to fight every day. Today was no exception. You were minding your business when Murphy felt the need to ruin your peaceful solitude. He started taunting you for no reason, and he even went as far as bringing your best friend Bellamy into the argument.
“Don’t you feel pathetic when you see him fucking Roma after he is done with you?”
That was uncalled for. You and Bellamy were strictly platonic. He was your best friend’s brother, nothing more. That is why you landed a punch on his face without thinking twice. He fell on his ass from the unexpected motion, making the newly gathered crowd laugh. Bellamy quickly de-escalated the situation, but not before Murphy spat a ridiculous amount of threats at you. ‘Insane individual’ you thought to yourself.
In the evening, you took a walk in the forest, completely forgetting the incident that had happened earlier, as fighting with Murphy was already a casualty for you.
You were about to turn back for Octavia when someone covered your mouth. A strong arm enveloped your waist, and you were unable to move or scream. You tried to kick the attacker, but to no avail. He was stronger than you.
“Stop fucking kicking me!" he shouted. Oh. You could recognize that voice anywhere. Of course, it was Murphy. Your destined enemy. He had followed you into the woods.
He pulled away his hand from your mouth, quickly pressing the cold knife on your throat before you could scream.
“Don’t even think about screaming,” he said coldly. You shuddered. Who knew how far this crazy son of a bitch would go to prove his point?! “Got it?” When all he got for an answer was your nod, he smirked. “Good girl.”
He manhandled you, pressing your backside against a nearby tree, the knife still to your throat. You were looking at him with so much hatred that you would not be surprised if he dropped dead.
“Not so brave now, are you?”
His voice was making you violent. You kicked him in the groin as hard as possible. The unexpected kick made him loosen his grip on the knife, but he quickly gained composure.
“Wrong move,” he said lowly, sending shivers down your spine. He quickly turned you around and painfully pressed your front against the rough surface of the tree. You were sandwiched between his hard chest and the tree. "Oww, that hurts," you groaned, but that only fueled him further as he pressed his hips against you even more. “Good. I want it to hurt.”
You were helpless. You could not overpower him, no matter how hard you tried. “When Bellamy hears about this, he’s gonna make you pay.” You tried to intimidate him. It was a pathetic attempt at regaining control, but what else could you do?!
Suddenly, you felt the cold tip of the knife pressing against your cheek. He teased you, moving it across your cheekbone and towards your lips. “IF Bellamy hears about this doll.” You moved your hips, trying to free yourself, but you stopped as soon as you felt his hardened penis pressing against you.
“Murphy I-“
He shushed you. Inching his face even closer to yours and biting your neck. You tried to compose yourself, but you could not stiffen a moan when he sucked particularly hard on your pulse point. “Just like that. Ohh, baby, you are so responsive.”
"Murphy, we really shouldn’t be doing this.” You tried to reason.
“Oh, but we are.” He responded, leaving no room for an argument. He continued kissing and biting your neck, no doubt leaving marks behind. He trailed kisses down your shoulder as he opened the zipper of your leather top, leaving you in just a bra. He unclasped it easily, roughly kissing your neck.
“Turn around,” he ordered. You hesitantly did so, your cheeks reddening.
“Shit,” he whistled lowly as he took in the sight of you. You instinctively tried to cover yourself from his gaze, but he caught your hands. “Don’t go shy on me now, baby. You were talking big just a minute ago.” He said with a sinister look in his eyes. He quickly took your nipple between his teeth, sucking on it.
“Fuckkk.” You moaned, feeling overly sensitive, as his hands and teeth twisted and bit your nipples. “Fuckk fuck fuck, John,” you were a whimpering mess. He hummed against your chest, planting a final kiss as he looked up at you. His blue eyes were darker than ever, filled with lust.
“Shit baby, you are a mess, and I haven’t even started with you yet.” He chuckled when he heard no response from you. “No sneaky responses? What did you do to the girl I knew and loved?”
“Loved?” You questioned without thinking.
“Just a saying. Don’t let that get to your head, babe.”
You scoffed, offended by his words, for whatever reason. Did you actually expect him to be gentle with you? This was John Murphy, your sworn enemy, and you were about to fuck him. Shit.
“Shit,“ but before you could finish your sentence, Murphy kissed you again. He was rougher this time, more passionate. You parted your lips, and he quickly slipped his tongue into your mouth. You broke the kiss, trying to catch your breath.
“Don’t think, baby. I know you want me, so stop fighting it. Just trust me." He placed his large palm on your lower belly, trailing his fingers further down.
“I’ve never had sex before.” You blurted out.
He stilled and looked you in the eyes.
“What?”
Damn. That was a reaction. You tried to avert your gaze, suddenly feeling too bare.
“Well, shit. That explains the attitude. Maybe you just need someone to dick you down so you can finally stop being a fucking bitch.” He spat.
“Fuck you, Murphy, you fucking asshole.”
He chuckled darkly.
"Oh, you will, baby; don’t be so eager.”
He opened the button on your shorts and helped you get out of them. You were just in your panties now, feeling the light breeze on your bare body. He pressed his palm on your pussy, stroking your clit with his thumb through the fabric of your lace panties. “John,” you moaned.
“Yeah, baby? Want me to stop?” He teased you, looking at you with innocent eyes.
“No.” You almost screamed, making him smirk. That egoistic asshole. Suddenly, he pulled your panties down, letting them pool at your ankles. His one hand was holding your waist, and his other was massaging your pussy lips.
You grabbed his shoulders roughly to help balance your already wobbly legs.
"God, baby, you are so wet. If you wanted to be fucked this badly, all you had to do was ask.” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath making goosebumps awake on your skin. His middle finger slowly pushed inside you, making you gasp. He bit down on the meeting point of your neck and shoulder as his finger slowly filled your cunt.
“Oh my god, John.” You moaned. He quickly pushed his ring finger inside you, the sudden sensation making you jolt. He held down your hips with his other hand so that you could not move.
"Fuckk, I feel so full,” you continued blubbering without a coherent thought in your mind.
“Yeah?” He questioned, as he scissored you. “Think you can take another?”
You moaned at his words. “Don’t know,” you answered truthfully.
"Sure, you can. You wanna be a good girl for me, don’t you?”
You nodded eagerly, unsure where the urge to please him was coming from. He added his index finger, stretching you out further. You felt so unbelievably stretched that you weren’t sure if you would be able to take his dick. He fastened the pace, fingering you hard. You screamed when he curved his fingers, hitting your sweet spot. His thumb was circling your clit.
“I think I’m close,” you told him.
“Good,” he whispered against your ear, biting your already bruised neck. “Go on, cum on my fingers. I wanna feel your walls pulse.” His words, along with his brutal pace, put you on the edge. You came hard, not being able to control your moans. When you came down from your high, you could see John staring at you.
“You are so sexy.” He said with a smirk.
He started unbuttoning his pants, and you were about to get on your knees when he stopped you.
“Shit princess, I’d love to see you choke on my cock, but I promised to fuck that attitude out of you.”
You shivered at his words. He finally freed his cock, letting it spring free. It hit his navel. He was bigger than you imagined. You opened your mouth in surprise, almost drooling at the sight.
“Like what you see?”
You looked at him with lustful eyes. “Just fuck me already.”
"Mmm, alright,” he sensually kissed your lips as he entered you. You bit his lip hard as the stretch from his dick hurt you.
"Fuuckkk, you are so big.” He moaned at your words. You screamed as he bottomed out. He pulled out quickly, leaving just the tip, only to push inside again with brutal strength.
“Oh my god, I can't,“ but he shushed you. He was kissing you everywhere, and his hands were gripping your waist so hard that you were sure it would bruise. You felt so overwhelmed. He was everywhere. His dick was so deep inside you that you were worried about your internal organs. His scent was intoxicating, making your brain fuzzy.
“Come on, baby, cum on my dick,” he moaned into your ear. He put his forehead against yours, looking deep into your eyes. He fastened his pace, and you could feel his cock twitch inside you. You fell apart on his dick; the intensity of the second orgasm made tears fall from your eyes. He came after you, not bothering to pull out. You were shaking, barely able to stand. He put his head on your chest, breathing heavily.
“So I was your first?”
You nodded slightly.
“You liked it?” He questioned, and you hummed, too spent out to form a sentence. “Fucked you so hard you forgot to speak or what?”
You punched his shoulder lightly, not appreciating the joke. He kissed both your cheeks softly and gently pulled out. You could feel his cum leaking out of your hole, but you did not care.
“I liked it,” you said quietly.
“What? Could you say that louder?” He said, teasingly looking down at you as he stood tall, fully dressed. He helped you clean up with surprising softness.
“You cannot tell anyone about this, Murphy.” You voiced your concern.
“And why would I do that, baby?” He inched closer, fixing your messy hair.
“Promise me.” You whispered.
“I promise.” He answered you truthfully, zipping your leather top. “Sorry for what I said earlier about Bellamy.”
fingering in public with john murphy? They are sitting by the campfire with some others, a blanket on them and john is just busy fingering his girl while she struggles to keep quiet, make it filthy hehe
A/N: Oh lord I love me some public stuff, and John Murphy? Oh this was fun to write
The campfire pops and hisses, sparks leaping up into the dark, but you hardly notice. You’re tucked against John’s side, a blanket pulled over the two of you for warmth. To anyone else, you’d look cozy, maybe even innocent. But under that blanket? His hand is buried deep between your thighs, fingers sliding in and out of you with deliberate, lazy strokes.
“Shhh” he whispers, lips brushing your ear, a wicked smirk tugging at his mouth as your breath catches on a shaky gasp “Don’t you dare give us away, princess. You’ll get us both in trouble”
You bite down on your lip hard, nails digging into his jacket sleeve as he crooks his fingers just right. Your hips betray you, jerking without permission. Across the fire, everyone’s laughing at some joke, totally oblivious
John bites back a laugh of his own, eyes gleaming with mischief as he shoves his fingers deeper, thumb circling your clit under the cover of the blanket “God, you’re squeezing me so tight. Bet you wanna moan for me, huh? Let everyone know how filthy you are…”
You whimper against his shoulder, body trembling as you try to stay quiet. His pace quickens, relentless now, the wet sounds of you swallowed up by the crackle of the fire.
“Be a good girl” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple as his fingers pump faster, “and cum for me right here, nice and quiet”
And when you break, thighs quivering, mouth pressed into his chest to muffle your cries, his grin widens. He doesn’t stop, not right away, working you through every shuddering wave until you slump against him, ruined and breathless under the stars
“Atta girl” he murmurs, sliding his slick fingers free and bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean with a satisfied groan “Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted”
You’re a mess in his lap, thighs trembling, cunt dripping, then he brings his hand back under the blanket. His fingers begin working you again, ruthlessly “John” you whimper out.
Every time you try to catch your breath, he curls them just right, dragging another choked gasp out of your throat.
“God, look at you” he whispers, lips brushing your ear, hot and teasing “So wet for me… fuck, I could slide right into you right now and bury my cock deep. Maybe we should sneak off to the tent, let me fuck you until you can’t walk”
Your head tips back against his shoulder, eyes glassy, lips parted in a desperate plea “Please… John…”
He chuckles low in his chest, fingers moving faster, thumb grinding your clit “Not yet, princess. I’m having my fun, gotta make you cum again”
You whimper, legs clamping down around his wrist, but there’s no stopping him. The obscene squelch of you is swallowed by the hiss of the firewood as he pushes you higher and higher.
“C’mon” he urges, biting at your neck “I want you to soak me again. Wanna feel you gush all over my hand while our friends sit right there”
Your whole body jerks, muffled cries pressed into his shoulder as the dam breaks hot liquid spilling over his hand, dripping onto his pants as you squirt around his fingers
“Fuck yeah” he groans, smirking as he keeps working you through it, relentless “That’s it. My messy little girl. Making a scene without anyone knowing”
You tremble violently, boneless against him, and he finally slows, sliding his soaked fingers out. He licks them, loud and shameless, eyes glinting with triumph
“Mmm, think its time we head to our tent” he murmurs with a wicked grin “I’m just getting started with you”
