Author's note: I wrote this in like half an hour I know it's not great but I wanted to celebrate St. Pat's Day with my favorite Irish boy with a smut oneshot. This is my first time writing for him so give me any tips you think are necessary!
Warnings: Smut (18+), smoking, things get steamy in the backseat, there's some Irish Gaelic and Latin pet names he uses, Murphy is sooo in love with reader, not really proof read, i think that's it
Word Count: 1.2k
You were sitting outside late at night smoking a cigarette. You hugged your arms, feeling the slight chill of the night. It was St. Patricks day, so the bar you worked at was flooded with Irish folk. You were disappointed, because your boyfriend Murphy hadn’t shown up yet. Maybe he got caught up in one of his jobs.
It was loud and things had been flying across the bar, so you needed a well deserved smoke break after dealing with a bunch of drunk Irishmen. You flicked away some ash as you blew out smoke, letting it curl around your face. You jumped when you felt a jacket being wrapped around your shoulders and warm lips pressing to your cheek.
Your eyes shot up and you see a grinning Murphy staring at you as he sat down beside you on the concrete steps.
“Murphy, you jackass! Scared the hell outta me,” You chuckle, leaning over for a proper kiss. He kissed you back deeply, caressing your cheek.
“Sorry, love. Didn’ mean ta. Connor got caught up with a job, had to get his ass outta trouble.” Murphy said, adjusting the jacket so it covered your shoulders. “I’ll make it up to ya,” He murmured, leaning down and kissing your cheek again. The way he lingered made it obvious of his intentions.
You flush a little and smile sheepishly. “I’m still working, just on a break, Murph.”
He scoffed and kissed your jaw. “Gobshite,” His words were muffled against your skin. “C’mon, my cars righ’ there. Just wan’ make you feel good, love.”
You pulled back and looked at Murphy. His eyes were hazed, but not from alcohol. He looked so sickeningly in-love with you it made your stomach turn. You sigh slightly and lean forward, kissing him. You stand up and stub out the cigarette, beginning to walk in the direction of his car that was parked in the back alley. He seemed stunned for a second but snapped out of it when you turned around. “You coming?”
Murphy gulped and grinned, shooting to his feet so fast he stumbled. You laugh as he ran up behind you, crushing you in a hug as you both rush to his car. He unlocked it and got in first, moving the seats so you would be comfortable. You climbed into the back and began to slither out of your jeans.
As soon as the seats were as out of the way as they possibly could be, he climbed into the back and unbuckled his belt. You laid down and pulled him close by the belt hoops, but Murphy didn’t pull himself out of his boxers yet. Instead, he leaned down and kissed your collarbone, sucking a mark there. You moan a little. “Murphy, I won’t have time to cover those up.” You complain, despite the pleasure of his teeth against your skin.
Murphy didn’t say anything, just lifted your shirt enough to kiss your stomach. You couldn’t help a small giggle escape as he teased his tongue into your belly button. You playfully pushed his head away. “Asshole,” you laugh softly.
He smirked up at you and went lower, kissing down your body. You bit your lip as he dipped his fingers into your underwear, rubbing them along your already wet folds. You moan as he pushes his middle finger in, then another, spreading them apart inside you.
“M-Murphy don’t tease.” You hiss, head falling back. He huffed, leaning back up and kissing your neck.
“Need ya ready for me,” He whispered, breath hot against your ear. He pulled his fingers back up, licking the slick off with his tongue. You clenched at the sight, squirming as he reached for a condom from his wallet. “Gonna make love to ya, a ghrá,” He whispered. You shuddered, always enjoying when he’d call you petnames in Irish Gaelic, Latin, any other language for that matter. It was so sexy.
“C’mon, baby” you whisper, reaching to help release him from his pants. His cock spring free, already hard and leaking, and you stroked him a few times before reaching for the condom. Murphy watched with heavy eyes, panting heavily as you rolled the rubber onto him.
“Yer such a sexy lass,” Murphy whispered, leaning down and kissing you deeply. You let out a breath and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. Murphy rubbed his length along your folds. “Ya ready for me? Gon' tell me if it's too much?”
You nod desperately, grazing his clothed arm with your nails. “Please, Murph..”
Murphy didn't hesitate before finally pushing in slowly. You both moaned in unison, Murphy's eyes squeezing shut as he pushed further in. He stopped when he felt himself hit your cervix. “Fuck.. ya good, love?”
You nod, burying your face into his chest. “Please, god, move Murphy,”
Murphy chuckled and began to roll his hips, his pelvis rubbing against your clit in a way that had you seeing stars. God, he knew just the right spots to make you feel good. You moaned, kissing his throat and occasionally gently biting the skin, causing him to groan in pleasure.
“Yeah, c'mon love.. keep markin’ me up like tha’,” He whispered, voice ragged.
After a few minutes, Murphy began to thrust into you harder. You began to bounce, head almost hitting the car door. You moaned louder, not paying attention as he reached up to hold your head to protect it from hitting the hard surface. You whine, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. “F-fuck, Murphy.” you moan.
Murphy groaned, reaching down with his free hand to rub your clit with his calloused thumb. “C’mon, corculum,” He whispered huskily.
You whined, eyes glazing over. The sound of skin slapping against each other filled the car, and you'd be embarrassed about the whole thing rocking if you weren't so focused on the pleasure coursing through you. Your hands reached up, fingerprints leaving marks on the steamed windows. Murphy leaned down and captured your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, swallowing all your moans.
Murphy began to speed up, as well as grind against you every time he met back with your skin. You could tell by the way his fingers tightened in your hair and the breathy groans leaving his lips that he was close.
“Y-Ya close?” You ask, voice shaky.
“Fuck, mhm.. Yes,” Murphy let out a deep sound of pleasure. “Gonna cum with me? Gonna cum with me inside ya?” He whispered, nipping your ear that caused you to whimper. You nodded weakly, feeling your legs already turned numb.
As soon as he got your confirmation, he sped up both his thumb and his thrusts. You could feel the wetness dripping down onto the backseat but you didn't care. You moaned deeply, head tilting back as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten.
“C’mon, c’mon” Murphy urged, his muscles tensing.
When he leaned down and kissed you deeply, you finally snapped and cried out into his mouth. He groaned deeply and thrusted one last time into you, filling the condom. You were euphoric, feeling the mixture of arousal and sweat dripping between your bodies.
You panted simultaneously, both trembling. Murphy's fingers gently massaged your head where he had held you from hitting your head against the car door, which make you just want to lie there and sleep. However, Murphy sat up on wobbly legs and smirked down at you lazily.
“That was a nice shag, eh?” He teased, pulling out.
You moaned, glaring up at him. “Asshole…” you mumbled, but your eyes softened when he leaned down.
He kissed you gently, cupping your face. “Yer beautiful when you cum… c'mon, let's getcha cleaned up.”
synopsis : needy!murphy losing his mind over you, kneeling between his legs and sucking on his dick—that’s all.
table of contents : explicit sexual content—mdni. established relationship. oral (m! receiving). deepthroating. throatfucking. lots of spit and drool. slight overstimulation. cum swallowing. praise kink. dirty talk.
a/n : i swear i haven’t sleep in two whole nights. 💀 student life is so hard (get me out of college).
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The apartment still smelled faintly of the cigarettes Murphy had smoked a few hours ago, mixed with the greasy tang of the eggs Connor had left crackling in the pan before storming out to only God knew where.
The whole place was a fucking mess—cans of food scattered everywhere, dirty clothes tossed over every chair, even a fucking boxer hanging from the corner of the table.
But nothing compared to the mess in your boyfriend’s room. Nuh-huh, it was a whole new level—cramped, hot, curtains half-shut against the fading sun, sheets twisted like he’d been fighting with them all night, the air heavy with sweat and musk.
And yet there he was, sprawled wide on his back across the mattress, half on, half off, bare chest shining faintly with dampness. Freckles stood out sharp on his flushed skin, looking like tiny drops of body paint sprayed onto his form.
His jeans were shoved low, boxers bunched down over his hips, leaving his cock hard and flushed against his stomach. His legs were spread wide open, giving more than enough space for you to settle between them.
His cerulean eyes were locked on your pretty ones, watching intently the way your head bobbed up and down on his cock, leaving a thick trail of spit all over his length.
Oh, Lord.
His breath was ragged, chest rising and falling fast, panting as if he had just run a fucking marathon — though all he’s done for the last ten minutes was watch you swallow him whole.
Your hands rested gently on his thighs, thumbs brushing in soft little circles the jut of his hipbones, adding a touch of love and sweetness to the sinful act you were performing.
His hand twitched against the sheets every time you took more of him, biting back needy moans that threatened to escape from his lips, feeling almost embarrassed of how sensitive he already was.
He threaded his fingers in your hair, sliding through in slow motions like he needed something to hold onto. His eyes, no longer twinkling with mischief as earlier, were now shuttered tight as you leaned forward to press the softest kiss to the swollen head of his cock.
“Fuck— Angel…” Murphy’s voice cracked high, his Irish lilt thick and heavy with need.
You smiled faintly against him, parting your lips to let the tip slip into your mouth, wetting him with just enough suction to make his hips jerk. The response was immediate — his whole being shuddered as a broken sound slipped out before he could bite it back, feeling fucking close already, all because of you and your pretty little mouth.
Your tongue traced the tiny bead of precum at his slit, slow and lazy, savoring the salty, bittersweet taste of his seed, and his thighs shivered again, muscles flexing under your palms as you stroked down his length with one free hand, slow and teasing.
“Don’t— ah—! fuck, sweetheart— d-don’t tease me,” he begged, gently tugging some strands of your hair as if to scold you, voice trying to sound rough and stern, but coming out breathy and desperate.
You only hummed in response and took him a little deeper. Your spit was already slicking his shaft, dripping all the way down and landing low on the base, pooling at his balls, all while you licked and kissed the thick vein that pulsed hot against your tongue.
Every little touch made him burn, made him hiss, drove him crazy with desire—you could feel it in the way he twitched in your hand, the way his abs tensed when you sucked softly at the underside, the way his fingers clenched and unclenched in your hair like he couldn’t decide if he should hold you down or let you set the pace.
“Christ, love…” His voice was a hoarse whisper, soft with the sweet cadence of his tone, but dirty with the reason behind it. His eyes opened then, looking disoriented in the best possible way. “Ya tryin’ to kill me, baby?”
Your gaze met his without stopping your movements, shining with that innocent glow that you had always carried on your face, looking both holy and wicked, like an angel stained with lust and sin.
“Christ above…” he whispered, half a prayer, half a curse, eyes falling shut as if he couldn’t bear the sight of you like that.
You let go of his cock for a moment to take a deep breath, all while your hand kept stroking him. “Feels good, Murph?”
“More than good, baby,” he gasped, tilting his head to look down at you. His eyes were glassy, wide, caught between awe and need, “yer fuckin’ perfect.” His hand came to caress your cheek lovingly, wiping a trail of spit that had smeared over it.
You leaned into his touch right away, a soft sigh escaping as his fingers brushed along your jaw and slid down the column of your neck, pausing at the steady thrum of your pulse. In the next breath, his hand gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail — partly to make things easier for you, but mostly to claim quiet control over your movements.
You lowered yourself again, pressing your tongue flat against his length and dragging it slowly down to the base before trailing soft kisses back up. His hips gave a faint, involuntary twitch, one hand clutching at the sheets while the other tugged lightly at your hair—gentle enough to feel like guidance rather than command.
When you took him deeper —past the swollen head, past every ridge and vein— until your lips stretched around him almost to the base, Murphy’s moan broke high and needy, “Fuck, just like that, sweetheart…” he slurred as if the words were melting on his tongue.
Drool slicked your chin, dripping messily over both of you as you bobbed your head with eager enthusiasm, stroking what your mouth couldn’t swallow with both hands. The more you moved, the louder his sounds grew — whines breaking from him, teeth sinking into his lip like it could stop himself from begging if he just bit hard enough.
You pulled off with a wet gasp, licking a slow stripe from base to tip that made him jolt, hips twitching off the bed in a desperate chase for your mouth. “Don’t—fuck, keep going, love, c’mon…” His voice cracked on the plea as his hand pressed against the back of your head.
You obeyed, but not without teasing him first, dragging your tongue in lazy strokes, kitten-licks that only fed his desperation. Instead of taking him fully, you worshipped every inch you could reach —pressing open-mouthed kisses along the underside, nipping gently where his cock met his thigh— until Murphy’s breath hitched into something dangerously close to a sob.
Your hand slid lower, cupping his balls, rolling them carefully in your palm, keeping him distracted from your movements until…
“Oh—! Fuckin’ heaven!”
You gagged around him when the thick head nudged the back of your throat, finally taking him all the way. His hips jerked forward without thought, burying himself deeper into the heat of your mouth. In an instant, he was sitting up, one elbow braced behind him while the other hand held you firmly in place.
His grip tightened when he felt you whimper, lips stretching wide as you tried to go past the gag reflex. He could feel the slick heat of your throat clenching around him, feel the way you struggled to breathe through it, and it nearly undid him.
Murphy’s jaw dropped, a ragged groan tearing free as he forced himself not to thrust again —as he forced himself to wait and see if that’s what you wanted— but, ultimately, instinct betrayed him.
“Fuck, fuck, baby, m’sorry, I—” His words broke into a whimper as his hips bucked, thick length sliding deeper down your throat until your eyes blurred with tears. The sounds alone were obscene—your gagged breaths vibrating around him, slick and wet, rumbling against his cock. His own eyes watered from the intensity, from the unbearable heat and squeeze.
Your hands gripped his thighs, anchoring yourself back, giving him silent permission to use you as he pleased. He thrust shallowly at first, careful despite the tremor in his voice. Each push nudging the back of your throat, and Murphy’s expression twisted into something close to agony —the good kind— all need and devotion tangled together.
“Sweet Lord,” he panted, sweat dripping down his temple, “ya ain’t got no idea of what ya do t’me.”
The rhythm built before either of you realized, desperation stealing his restraint. His hips drove harder, cock sliding deep and wet through your mouth until your lower face was all smeared with drool—running down your neck and finally dripping onto your chest.
His moans grew louder, fractured into whimpers and bitten-off prayers, each one shakier than the last. His hand shook in your hair, tugging you closer when his thighs quivered, desperate to feel you completely engulf him.
Every thrust left your throat stretched and burning, your nose brushing against the musky tangle of hair at his pelvis. You swallowed him down, letting your throat clamp and tighten around him—and that alone was enough to unravel him completely.
Murphy cried out, high and raw, head tipping back as his hands held you firmly in place, keeping your mouth stuffed full with him.
His cock twitched one last time against your tongue before spilling hot, thick ropes of cum down your throat, and you took every drop, swallowing it all like you knew he liked. You kept milking him with your mouth, even as tears began to stream down your cheeks, blurring your vision with the mess of desire and release.
“Baby—stop, oh God— f-fuck, too much…” His voice cracked, hand tugging at your hair as he tried to pull back before overstimulation overwhelmed him. His face was flushed deep red as he sank back against the mattress, utterly undone. His chest heaved, eyes glassy and soft as he looked down at you, mouth slightly parted, still catching his breath.
You lifted your head, wiping some spit with the back of your hand, concern and curiosity soft in your voice. “Did I… did I do okay?”
A slow, teasing smile tugged at his lips despite the haze clouding his gaze. “Good? Baby, ya—” He swallowed hard, shaking his head. “You were… perfect. Better than perfect.”
Before you could respond, he reached out, tugging you against him. “C’mere, baby.”
You let him pull you across the bed, settling your body onto his chest. Arms wrapping around your form like he didn’t want to let go, and you both sank into the warmth and the lingering thrill. His hand traced lazy patterns along your back as he hummed softly, still heavy with satisfaction, still a little dizzy from everything.
He leaned down, lips searching for your lips and meeting them in a lazy, lingering kiss where he could taste himself in you, a delicious reminder of what had just passed a few seconds ago.
You gasped softly at the intimacy, feeling flustered, and all he did was smile against your lips, whispering, “Gonna go straight to hell because of you…”
Then, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, not giving you the opportunity to answer back,“…but, love, you’re worth it.”
You melted against him, heart racing and content, as his steady heartbeat and the warmth of his body cradled you both into a quiet afterglow.
Pairing: Murphy MacManus x fem!Reader x Connor MacManus
Summary: This was supposed to be your regular movie night: some dumb action film, beer with snacks, and lighthearted jokes. But the night quickly took a very unexpected turn—as most good things do when they aren't planned.
Tags: MDNI 18+, no y/n, porn with plot if you squint on a plot part, threesome, dumb jokes, dirty talk, pinv, both f & m receiving oral, creampie, some brotherly competition, moderate amounts of swearing, there is no twincest, let me know if I missed something important
Word count: 11k
A/N: it's heeeeere!!! First of all, thank you @dixonsdarkelf for beta-ing this. You're a saint. I learned some new stuff. And thank you, everyone whom I tormented with promises of this, without you, it would be just another half-finished idea. And I tried to be fair to both of them, but you know I have a favorite.
You met the MacManus brothers about a year ago. They were sweet guys, but God, they loved to get themselves into trouble. And so it became your routine—they get into a bar fight, and you patch them up if it’s not too serious. Ah, what a simple life it was back then. Now they were dubbed The Boondocks Saints, and your worry for their lives grew exponentially.
This was your typical evening. Your place, the beer, and some movie. Murphy on your right, and Connor on your left—always like that, like some kind of unspoken rule.
You begged for the millionth time to be with them on the job. “But why can’t I join you guys?”
“Do you even know how to use a gun?” Connor cocked his eyebrow.
“Well… I can learn. Can’t be that hard if you’re doing it,” you teased with a stupid grin on your face.
Murphy started laughing uncontrollably, knocking over the beer bottle and falling off the couch. The conversation was now successfully forgotten as you all laughed. Murphy scrambled to the couch, fighting his brother for making fun of him. You were caught between brothers, fending for your life as they continued bickering.
“Okay, okay, relax, guys.” You tried to push them away from each other, unsuccessfully though. As you continued, you raised your voice.Over the time spent with them, you figured out that the ‘teacher voice’ worked instantly on them. “If you don’t stop right now,” you raised your voice. “I swear to God, one of you will miss and you’ll end up without a nurse!”
The guys instantly stopped fighting, both flustered and panting. Murphy looked like a puppy that tore your favorite shoe. Connor, on the other hand, was smirking happily.
“No need to bring up God’s name into this, lass,” Connor chastised you.
You just smiled at them, snaking your arms behind the couch and hugging them closer to you by the shoulders. “Will you ever grow up, you little shits?”
“No,” both brothers said at the same time, and you all laughed.
You continued watching yet another action movie Connor picked out. Though watching is a strong word—you mostly drank beer, smoked, and you and Murphy made fun of the scenes in the movie.
“But will you teach me how to use a gun? For protection purposes of course?” you asked, suddenly changing the topic of the conversation. Although not sure there even was a topic.
“No,” both brothers said at the same time.
“But why?” you pouted, drawing out your words and batting your lashes over-dramatically.
“Why’d you need protection anyway? You have us!” Connor exclaimed, all excited about being your personal bodyguard.
“Sláinte!” Murphy declared, smiling over his beer bottle. All of you clanked your bottles together. Though why you were smiling, you didn’t quite know. You shouldn’t have been, since your request was denied. But who could stay mad at them for more than a second?
“Oh look, I love this scene!” you gushed with sparkling eyes. The film was reaching its conclusion, and the main guy was kissing a girl.
“Thought you hated it,” Connor sounded offended.
“No, hate the movie, love the scene.”
“Oh yeah?” Murphy smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Loooove yourself some kissies-shmissies?” He started making smooching sounds at you, grabbing your arms, and pulling you closer. All in good fun, right?
But the rest happened so fast.
You giggled uncontrollably and writhed in his arms. Then suddenly, probably from the amount of alcohol he’s had, Murphy fell backwards, tugging you along with him. Your lips landed on his. You both froze, not continuing but not pulling away either.
“Whooh-ooh!” Connor howled. “Damn right brother.” You quickly scrambled away, your chest feeling tight at the action.
“I’m sorr’, I think I fell or somethin’.” Murphy’s face turned red, unable to look you in the eye.
“You fell?” Connor was wheezing by this point. “You fell? That’s the stupidest excuse I've ever heard.”
Murphy was sliding away on the couch, tucking himself in the corner.
“Shut up, Connor!” You glared daggers at him. “It was an honest mistake, right Murph?” You looked softly into his deep blue eyes. You hoped your expression showed that you’re not mad. Deep down, you weren’t sure which answer you would like best. You scooted over to him, gently cupping his cheek. He gasped softly, barely audible if you weren’t so close. “I’m not mad, okay?”
Murphy gulped; it was now or never. If he chickens out now, he wouldn’t hear the end of it from Connor for the rest of his life. He leaned in closer and pressed his lips gently to yours to see if you were really not mad. Your eyes widened, yet again you froze, but then your hand, on its own volition, moved towards the back of his head, pulling him closer. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you kissed him back, capturing his lower lip between yours, softly gliding your tongue over it.
“Ugh-um,” Connor cleared his throat. “Still here, you know.” You both backed away from each other, though not as panicked as before. “You know, if we are reenacting the scene, I’m a hero too. Therefo’, I deserve me some kisses from the pretty lady too.” He was smirking.
“Oh yeah?” You looked at Connor on your right, eyes screaming—you dare me?
“Just a small one?” His eyes quickly darted towards Murphy and back to you, as if he were using his proverbial twin powers to ask for permission. You looked back at Murphy biting your lower lip. He smiled sheepishly but gave you a small nod.
“Okay, just a small one,” you warned him with your finger, like scolding a schoolboy. Sometimes you thought those boyish traces never left them. Connor grinned, happy on cloud nine. You leaned in a bit. This felt more awkward than with Murph, even more so because he was watching. Connor quickly closed the distance, planting his lips hard on top of yours. He didn’t wait, didn’t linger, just shoved his tongue into your mouth. You didn’t quite catch on to what was happening and let him in. His kiss was sloppy, all over the place, drunk—but you felt that familiar tug in your lower belly. You moaned quietly. And at that moment, you snapped out of it and pushed him away.
“I said a small one!” you yelled, face bright red with embarrassment, panting heavily.
“Seemed like you were enjoying it.” Connor flopped back against the couch lazily and quite happy with himself.
Oh God, did Murphy hear that too? You were ready to fall through the floor and into the deepest pits of hell. That’s it—you’d have to move out of the city. No way you can look them in the eye after this.
“Oh, come on, man. That’s not fair.” Murphy broke your train wreck of thoughts. He didn’t seem angry or disgusted, or anything you could’ve imagined him to be. He looked like he genuinely was hurt that his brother got more of you. There it is, that boyishness coming out—two brothers fighting over one favorite toy.
“Sorry, brother. You snooze, you lose,” Connor teased him further. Next thing you know, they're fighting again with you stuck between them on the couch again.
“Hey…!” you started, slapping both of them anywhere you could reach—arms, legs, thighs. You were pretty sure you smacked someone’s butt at one point. “What the hell is it all about?!" You were pissed at this point. This was getting old, and all the booze didn’t help either; it had made you more short-tempered.
The brothers exchanged looks like they could read each other's minds. “You!” they said together.
Your eyes widened, blush was creeping up your neck. "You" was echoing in your head.
“Wha— what d’ ya…” Before you could finish, the twins looked each other in the eyes, though this time it was for a fleeting moment—a check-in. A ‘you good?’ type of thing. And then they both pecked you on the cheek from their sides of the couch.
You wanted to be mad, furious even, but you couldn't. Your stomach made that weird flip again. Sure, they kissed you on the cheek before, but this had a different feel to it.
“Guys, what the hell are both of you playing at?” You wanted to sound offended, but everything came out just confused.
“You see, a while ago…” Connor scooted closer to you.
“We figured out that we both like ye…” Murphy mirrored his brother.
“And we made a pact—no one goes for it.” Connor slid even closer, his thigh touching yours.
“That is, if you don’t go for one of us first. And you screwed this up real bad tonight.” Murphy wrapped his arm around the couch, his fingertips lightly brushing the hair on the base of your neck.
“I… I screwed up? How?” A shiver ran down your spine. It wasn't unpleasant, it was as if you were tingling with anticipation.
“Well, you didn’t exactly choose, did ye?” He leaned in, his lips lightly brushing your ear as he spoke. “Not exactly fair either. I want that same kiss too.”
“Um… ” you looked Murphy in the eye. There was no malice, no ill intentions. Just pure affection, and maybe a little bit of hurt that he wasn’t treated as well as his brother. “Okay,“ you more breathed out than spoke.
Murphy cupped your cheek and turned your head to him. His eyes were roaming your face, drinking every feature, every expression like a man starved. He placed his lips to yours as gently as before. Your eyes fluttered shut, and your pulse skyrocketed. He brushed his tongue on your bottom lip, asking for permission, which you gladly gave him. At that moment, like a switch had flipped in him, he understood you weren’t bluffing. His arms came around you, pulling you closer, chest flush against his. The kiss was passionate, tongues swirling around, exploring one another. Although it wasn’t as desperate as Connor’s.
Shit, should I even compare? you wondered. God, Connor is sitting right there.
Suddenly, everything didn’t feel natural. You didn’t know where to put your hands, going off rhythm a couple of times. Murphy noticed a shift and pulled away slightly, his lips ghosting over yours. As he was about to ask you what’s wrong, you unexpectedly, to his and your surprise, whimpered. Both of you had wide eyes, so overwhelmed and not registering where this was coming from. Murphy didn’t waste time. Almost on instinct, he moved in and kissed you hard and needy, swallowing your moans. After a couple of moments, you started to get more of your senses back, rather than only the feel of Murphy’s lips on yours. You felt it. Connor was kissing your neck, sucking gently but firm enough to leave marks. He scraped his teeth from your neck down to your collarbone. Your back arched, your hand going to grab him at the back of his head, bringing him even closer. Your reaction seemed to only spur Murphy on. He glided his hands down your sides, gripping firmly at your hips and maneuvering you to straddle him. You never let go of Connor’s temple, involuntarily tugging him along with you. He let go of your neck in the process, finding his face right at the side of his brother’s. You panted, opening your eyes and looking at Connor, both of you not knowing what to do. Murphy sat there under you—chest heaving, eyes closed, blissfully unaware of what was going on. You stroked his cheek gently, urging him to open his eyes. He looked up at you, smiling, giddy with excitement. Only after a moment, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Connor right next to him, trailing his fingers up and down your back. He gulped the lump in his throat. This was definitely a scenario the MacManus brothers, much like any brothers, discussed before, though never thought that it would be you.
“Mind sharin’?” Connor broke the silence.
“Nah… ye okay with this, lass?” Murphy squeezed your shoulder lightly to get your attention. Your head was swarming with so many thoughts, but you couldn’t catch any of them.
How is this a thing? They’re both handsome, obviously, but… them, really? Why? They’re my friends. We shouldn’t…
You didn’t notice how you started nodding to Murphy’s question.
“No, use your words, sweetheart,” he continued.
“We need to hear you say it,” Connor added.
“Um, yeah… I guess.”
Murphy squinted his eyes, not really satisfied with your dubious answer.
“No, I mean yes. Yes, I’m okay with it. Can we stop talking? This is turning weird,” you stammered.
Both brothers chuckled at your response. Your eyes darted from one MacManus to the other, not knowing what to do. These were uncharted waters.
Connor got your attention by gently guiding you with his hand on your neck to capture your lips in yet another passionate kiss. Murphy’s hands started sliding under your shirt up your sides. You gasped from skin-on-skin contact, making Connor smile against your lips. Murphy brushed his thumbs in gentle circles over your waist, slowly moving up. You'd make a noise—a gasp, a whine, a moan, and his hands would twitch, gripping you a bit tighter for a moment
“Mmgh,” he groaned quietly, his hips bucking up from the sensation. “Yer so soft,” he whispered in your ear.
You took it as an invitation, feeling bolder, now realizing this is as much new to them as it is to you. You ground your hips slowly, making him groan louder this time. Murphy hid his face in the crook of your neck. You could hear his labored breathing, so you continued your ministrations. At the same time, Connor was absolutely devouring you, sent into a frenzy with all the need building up in him. You eventually had to pull away to take a full breath, him chasing your lips anyway. His face was red, pupils dilated, taking in the picture before him—you grinding in his brother’s lap, cradling his head close to your ear. Murphy was muttering something, something only for you, not for Connor’s ears.
“Should we move somewhere more comfortable?” Connor asked, not taking his eyes from you. He was captivated by the image before him. You were so lost in your pleasure, sweet whines escaping you once in a while. Something about seeing you like this from the side made him painfully hard. He had to shift in his seat.
“Yeah,” you said softly, pulling away from Murphy only to feel his grip tighten at your waist and pulling you back in.
“Hey, it’s okay. We’re just moving to bed.” You took his face in your palm, smiling at his neediness.
You slowly peeled yourself away from him, and all of you moved to the bedroom. You sat on the edge of your bed watching as both of them pulled their belts from their jeans and took off their t-shirts. It was so synchronous, so captivating, one might think you were watching some Broadway show. The boys exchanged glances.
“Now what?” Murphy broke the silence.
“How the fuck would I know? This isn’t my regular Tuesday night,” Connor answered, obviously frustrated. And both of them looked straight at you.
“Well, don’t look at me. This is my first time, too,” you said, crossing your arms.
“So what d’ you want to do then?” Murphy said sheepishly, that beautiful blush creeping up his neck.
“You.” You looked at both of them, feeling a bit more cheeky. Something about them being so not in their element only spurred you on.
The brothers looked at each other, grinning smugly.
“Don’t just stand there. Come sit, we’ll figure it out.” You patted places on your left and right for them, scooting up the bed so all of you could have some room. It was endearing how they chose their natural places—Murphy on your right and Connor on your left. It was the way you always sat on the couch watching movies, and your heart stuttered at that. This felt intimate, not dirty. This is the closest you’ll ever be, and even if it’s one one-time thing, you’ll treasure it for the days to come. It won’t be awkward, and you won’t have to move out of the city. This only seals the trust you have in them, in their inability to hurt you in any way.
You bit your lower lip, trying to contain the smile that was starting to form. You looked between both of them. They were right, you hadn't chosen one of them. How could you? Even now, you were struggling to choose whom to kiss first.
Murphy's brow furrowed as he watched your face. "We don't have to do this, lass. We can stop whenever you want."
"No, no. I want to. It's just…" a small giggle escaped you. "I can't choose where to start." You looked at Connor and then back at Murphy.
The boys erupted into a fit of laughter.
"You're something else, you know that?" Connor was catching his breath while he gingerly placed his hand atop your thigh and squeezed gently. He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear, sending shivers down your spine, his voice low but loud enough for Murphy to hear, too. "You don't have to choose, love. You have both of us."
Connor nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his movements soft and gentle. You closed your eyes, tilting your head for him and reveling in the feeling until you felt the scrape of his teeth. The action made you gasp audibly, and your eyes shot open. You felt him grin over your skin as he started placing small open-mouth kisses on your neck.
You glanced over at Murphy, and if your head wasn't spinning before, it certainly started now. The look on his face—hungry as he watched his brother's movements, or rather, your reactions to them. You took his chin in your hand, forcing him to look you in the eye.
"What are you waiting for?" you smiled, stroking Murphy's lower lip with your thumb. You felt his breathing stutter, but he was still glued in place. You slightly dragged his lip down with your finger. That made his internal switch flip.
He was on you in a second, kissing you feverishly. His tongue plunged into your mouth without warning, taking your breath away. This time it was different—raw and unfiltered, nothing cautious about it. Your hand moved from his chin into his hair, scratching on his scalp, making him groan loudly into your mouth. Murphy broke the kiss, leaving you panting as he trailed his lips over your cheek and jaw, groaning as you kept scratching his head.
"Jesus, man, yer loud," Connor grumbled over at 'his' side of your neck.
"Shut up, Con!" Murphy bit back.
They never stop, do they?
The bickering made you giggle, and you moved your other hand into Connor's hair, making the same scratching movements as with Murphy. That effectively made him groan too, and you giggled again.
"Not so quiet now, are ye?" Murphy snickered.
"Ye little shite." Conner reached over, smacking Murphy on the shoulder. Murphy was about to retort when you pulled on both of their hair, making them groan and relax, settling on their respective sides of you.
"That's all it took? Damn, I wish I knew this trick sooner," you chuckled, tilting your head back, enjoying their slow kisses on your neck. "You're too easy." They both abruptly stopped and leaned back, making you whine at the loss of contact. You looked between them, confused. "What?"
"Oh, ye think we're easy?" Murphy grinned.
"Yer sure you want to use those exact words, lass?" Connor mirrored his brother's grin.
You gulped nervously, recognizing the mischievous look on their faces.
"Let's see how easy you are." Connor ducked his head to your neck. While you were busy with Murphy earlier, he paid close attention to your little sounds and movements, and now he knew exactly where your sweet spot was. He latched onto the sensitive skin above your collarbone, gently nipping at it, sending shivers down your spine as you arched into the feeling.
Murphy ghosted his fingertips over your jawline, slowly moving to your neck, shoulder, and down your arm, only to come back up and grab at your waist a little harder than you expected and eliciting a gasp from you. He inched his hand up, making lazy circles with his thumb. Once he grazed the underside of your breast, you could swear he gasped.
"You never wear a bra, do ye?" Murphy whispered, his fingers lingering on the same spot, not going any farther.
"Not at home, no," you said breathlessly.
Connor, upon hearing the conversation, dragged his teeth along your neck. "Little tease ye are, lass. Always wearing those flimsy t-shirts, making it hard to think." He continued his ministration on your neck.
"What do you mean? It's 3 times my size! You can't see anything," you said defensively. Mentally, you tried to remember if any of your home t-shirts are a bit see-through.
"Yeah, but yer apartment's always cold…" Murphy inched his thumb up, lightly grazing your nipple. Your muscles tensed as you pushed your chest into his touch, a small whimper escaping your lips. "… if you catch my drift." He circled his thumb again, this time with more intent. The pressure and the texture of his calloused finger over your shirt made you moan.
Connor smiled over the skin of your neck, whispering, "What do you say we get rid of this?" He gently tugged on the collar of your shirt.
"Yeah, yeah, good idea," your voice was barely audible when you eagerly pulled the shirt over your head, tossing it across the room.
For a moment, both of them just stared, completely captivated by you. Their eyes raked over your form like it was the first time they’d seen a naked woman.
"What?" you smiled, starting to feel a little self-conscious at their lack of response.
"God, yer beautiful," Connor spoke first, his voice filled with admiration and growing desire.
"Don't take God's name in vain," you giggled as you parroted the phrase with which they loved to chastise you, although you always thought it was more to annoy you.
"I think God won't mind in this instance," Murphy smirked, starting to trace his hand from your waist and up your side.
"Aye, this is the work of art. And art should be appreciated," Connor chimed in and moved to kiss the newly exposed skin just under the collarbone. You sighed into the feeling, closing your eyes for a moment.
When you opened your eyes, you were met with a searing gaze from Murphy. His hand gently rubbed up your side, squeezing once in a while. His eyes, never leaving your face, drank in every little expression, every little noise you made. You licked your lips, and his hand squeezed your flesh just a little bit harder. You smiled at him, cupping his face, and brought him closer.
"You like watching, Murphy?" you whispered into his ear.
"Yer so gorgeous…" his voice was barely above a whisper. He cupped your face with both of his hands, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs before pulling you into a kiss. You hummed when his tongue delved deeper, finding yours. He was slow, meticulous even, like he wanted to study you, to know everything about you, to know what made you moan.
Little did you know, Murphy was desperate. He couldn't tell where this was coming from, but he felt an all-consuming need to make you moan his name, specifically make you moan his name before Connor's.
While you were busy with Murphy, Connor slowly made his way to your breast. He looked up at you making out with his brother—your hand on Murphy's chest, his hands making their way into your hair. Connor scrunched his face as he looked at Murphy a second too long. Suddenly, he wanted to get your attention, all for himself. He gingerly licked your nipple, his eyes never leaving your face, watching for a reaction. You seemed a little too busy to notice, and he licked again before wrapping his lips around it. That's when he heard a gasp, and he smiled over your skin. His other hand traveled to your right breast, kneading at the flesh. The combined movement made you moan louder, your hands snaked into Murphy's hair, tugging him closer into the kiss. He groaned and his hand moved down your side, grazing Connor's hand that was working on your chest. He suddenly broke the kiss, snatching his hand away like he had just been scalded by boiling water.
"Oi! Stay on yer side!" Murphy exclaimed. This was proving to be more awkward than whatever teenage fantasy they were reliving, but it was amusing to watch.
Connor ever so slowly released your nipple from his mouth, making you whine."You were busy," he said with a smirk.
You giggled at the whole exchange.
"What yer giggling about, lass?" Connor teased as his hands continued massaging your chest.
"Don't know…it's just so stupid. Incredibly hot, but stupid." Your face flushed as your thoughts wandered to where this was going.
Murphy took your chin between his fingers, his gaze deep and his face serious. "Stupid? You want to stop, love?"
"No, no, no way," you answered immediately, shaking your head. The boys chuckled at your eagerness, and you blushed even more.
Murphy smacked Connor's hand. "Move over. I wanna taste too. Bet yer so sweet." His eyes glanced at you, twinkling with mischief and desire.
"Mmmm, she is." Connor lazily moved his hand away from your right breast.
Murphy was on you in seconds, his lips latching on your already sensitive nipple, sucking and lapping with his tongue. He squeezed your breast, trying to fit more of you in his mouth. Connor, upon seeing your reaction, went back to work too. His movements were different—slower, more calculated. He was done playing with you, now he wanted to make your head spin. He grazed your nipple with his teeth, and you arched your back, leaning your head against the headboard. Your hands found their way into both brothers' hair, grabbing it harshly between your fingers, pushing them both closer into your chest. One of them whined, and it sent a jolt of electricity down your spine. You couldn't be sure who it was, but you really wanted to find out.
"F-u-u-ck," Connor groaned, letting go of your nipple and placing a small kiss. You shuddered. You hadn't realized how sensitive you already were from his teeth. He nuzzled his way up, licking a particular spot. "Think I'm gonna leave a little autograph." He latched onto the spot right under your collarbone, sucking hard to leave a mark. Connor leaned back, grinning and admiring his work.
"Jesus, Con, are you 14? A hickey, really?" you chastised, but in reality, you loved every second of it—both the feeling of his lips on you and the fact that he left a mark.
The only reaction he gave was turning his smile into a full-blown shit-eating grin.
All the while, Murphy made his way down your stomach and to the waistband of your jeans. He was toying with the button but not fully undoing it. He noticed you weren’t paying attention, so he pinched your side gently. That earned him a small yelp and a smack on the hand from you. Murphy smiled and looked at you, expectantly still gliding his fingers along the waistband.
"No, you first," you smirked, pushing Murphy and Connor away from you.
Boys jumped up from the bed, hastily removing their pants. Murphy climbed back in, all but yanking your jeans off, making you slide down the bed and giggle. He looked up and down your legs, focusing on your panties—simple white cotton with a tiny bow on the waistband.
"Mmmm, these are real cute." He glided his finger over the bow, causing you to shiver. Before you could process anything, he dove in, pressing his face into your center, nuzzling and inhaling. "Oh, lass, yer so ready, aren't ye?"
All you could do was whimper, finally getting attention right where you wanted it.
"Move. I want to." Connor pushed on Murphy’s shoulder, and the latter reluctantly moved away. Connor leaned in and unceremoniously pressed his tongue against you, tasting your soaked panties.
"Sh-i-i-t," you groaned.
Connor grinned, peeking up from between your legs. He nuzzled in again, moving down your inner thigh, placing small kisses and bites. He climbed back up, capturing you in a heated kiss, whispering against your lips. "Ye taste so sweet, darlin'."
"Fuckin' finally," Murphy muttered when Connor moved up your body. He slowly peeled your underwear, looking at you and licking his lips instinctively. "Well fuck me. This is pretty." The words uttered with such conviction, such confidence, as though it was a hard fact, made you blush.
"Oh, brother, yer making her blush," Connor smiled, cupping your jaw and brushing his thumb across your cheek.
Murphy didn't waste any time, diving in and all but devouring you like he hadn't drunk all day. His movements were sloppy, like he couldn’t get enough of you. His tongue moved between your folds, slurping and humming. The man didn't care whatsoever, and it only drove you crazier.
Meanwhile Connor just watched you—the way you mouth parted, the small moans escaping you, the way your back arched and eyes screwed shut, how beads of sweat started covering your neck and chest, how your hands fisted the sheets. He palmed himself through the boxers, his cock twitching at the contact, making him groan. Your eyes shot open, raking over Connor sitting next to you. You smirked, reaching out and placing your hand over his, pressing down harder on his length. He hissed at the contact and folded his arms behind his head, enjoying the view.
"Let's get these off, yeah?" you managed between sharp breaths and sighs, tugging on his boxers.
Connor quickly lifted his hips, discarding of the garment, and your jaw went slack. He was big, almost intimidatingly so. You glanced down at Murphy, your mind wondering if he's the same. If that were the case, you were in some trouble.
"Jesus, you both this big?" That earned you a chuckle from both of them, Murphy’s sending vibrations through your core and making you moan.
"Yer scared, love? Connor teased, almost daring you. You narrowed your eyes at him. You weren't the type to back out of a challenge, if you could call this whole thing that.
You wrapped your hand firmly around him, giving him a firm stroke. Connor's whole body shuddered, and his eyes struggled to stay open, enjoying the sensation as you continued. You watched him for a while—how his neck and chest got red, how his breath hitched when you gave him a harder squeeze. Connor wouldn't know, but the cause of said action was Murphy hitting a particular spot, making you gasp and instinctively tighten your hands—one in the sheets and the other around Connor's cock.
You looked down at Murphy, and the sight alone could kill you. He was buried between your legs, holding onto your thighs with eyes closed and focusing on the sounds you were making. You watched as he pressed himself against the mattress, grinding his aching cock to relieve some of the tension, and all you wanted to do is to help him.
"Switch," you barely managed between panting and moaning.
Murphy's head shot up immediately, voice hoarse but determined. "No!" And he dove back in, doubling his efforts.
He would be the reason for your first orgasm. That he'd make sure of, that he was craving. He circled his lips around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue, earning himself a string of curses and oh-my-gods. His finger inched to your entrance, circling and gauging your reaction. The jolt of pleasure ran down your spine, and you pushed your hips into him. That was all the encouragement he needed—he slipped his finger in, groaning around you at how easily it entered. With the second thrust, he added another one, making you arch and your hands tighten.
Your hand around Connor's length tightened right on the tip, making him moan your name. You opened your eyes, seeing Connor already watching you with a half-lidded gaze. You smirked, repeating the motion this time on purpose. His head fell back, eyes rolling back in his head. He bucked his hips up into your hand, releasing a guttural moan. You never heard men being so vocal, and you never thought about how much that would turn you on. Your wandering thoughts caused you to clench around Murphy’s fingers.
Murphy took it as a good sign and increased his pace. Your free hand flew into his hair, pressing him even closer to you. The sharp tug caused him to whimper. He…he was the one who was whiny earlier. The thought and the sound made you moan his name.
"Oh God, Murphy…oh f-fuck…"
If his mouth weren't so busy, he'd be grinning like a Cheshire cat, and all he wanted was to make you moan his name again. He let go of you for a moment, making you whine in return, his lips close enough to brush against you as he chuckled.
"Come on, lass, you can do it. Cum fer me." His voice was hoarse, and his accent much thicker. He was smiling with that proud cunty smile of his—the one he'd always wear when making a dumb lewd joke, the one that always earned him a slap on the shoulder and a laugh from you. But now, combined with his flushed cheeks and eyes burning into you with desire, it made you gulp. How the fuck you never noticed he was this handsome?
"Please…" you whined and pushed your hips into his face, and he only tightened his grip around your thighs, preventing you from moving. The action made you groan with frustration; you were so close, and he was just sitting there grinning at you.
"Don't be a prick. Give the lady what she needs," Connor intervened, causing Murphy to glare daggers at him.
But Murphy didn't argue. He leaned it once more, setting a brutal pace with his fingers and making you gasp his name again.
"Oh God, Murphy…yes…please…fucking hell." You writhed under him, his hand trying to keep you still. Your hand tightened around Connor once more.
"Yeah, just like that, princess. 'S that what ye needed?" Connor whispered right into your ear, making you shudder.
You tried to keep your pace on his cock, but your hand was struggling as your brain was effectively melting from Murphy's mouth. You felt a deep pull in your lower abdomen, and soon after, a wave of pleasure hit you, making your legs tremble and try to clench around Murphy’s head.
"That's a good gerl. Cumming so well. Jesus, look at ye, practically drowning the man," Connor purred in your ear.
God, he's obscene.
You let go of Connor’s cock, causing it to slap heavily against his stomach making him groan. Your hand flew to his chest, clawing at it as you were riding out your high. The man hissed at the contact, but it would be a lie if he said he didn't enjoy the feeling and the view.
When your body started relaxing and your moans turned into exhausted, quiet laughs at the disbelief of the whole situation, Murphy slowly pulled out, sitting back on his knees. His face was glistening with your slick, lips puffy from all the making out he did with your pussy, cheeks red and eyes twinkling. He got what he wanted—made you scream his name, and he was damn proud of that. The little cunty smirk slowly returning to his face.
"Yer amazing, darlin'," he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and moved his jaw around, relieving some tension. That made you giggle. "What? I was giving ye my best," he said a little defensively.
"I know, I know…you did so good. Fuck…like really good." Your voice got a little dreamy. And to be honest, you couldn't remember the last time you came so hard, but there was no way in hell you'd admit that and boost their already big egos even more.
"Come on, move, I want a taste too," Connor said, already moving down the bed.
"What? Right away?" You were still very sensitive, and the thought of Connor licking you up was both exciting and a little scary.
The boys chuckled.
"Think you can't handle it?" Murphy slid up to your side, grinning and purring into your ear. "I have something to distract you."
"Jesus, Murph, where d' ye find that line?" Connor mocked his brother, making you giggle. It did sound like a line from a bad porn, on that you could agree.
"Shut it, Con!" Murphy bit back with a slight defensiveness in his voice. "Use that smartarse mouth of yers on some better things." That made you laugh again. They could be so insufferable in the best way possible.
Connor glided his hands over your thighs, placing gentle kisses. Your skin felt like it was being set on fire, still sensitive from Murphy, but already craving Connor.
"Come on, lass, on your knees." Connor squeezed your waist to get your attention. Your brow knitted in confusion at what he was getting at, but you listened nonetheless. Connor smirked at your obedience and quickly flipped onto his back. "That's it. Come on, sit down."
You craned your neck to look at him. "You sure?" you asked quietly.
Connor chuckled and, without an answer, pulled you by your thighs to sit right on his face. A deep growl escaped him as you made contact with his lips.
"Fuck..." You threw your head back. Right then and there, you knew you were going to finish so fast that it'd be embarrassing.
Murphy grinned next to you, stripping off his boxers. His expression was almost giddy with excitement. You tried focusing on him, but your eyes kept closing with each lick Connor was placing.
Murphy sat up on his knees right in front of you, with one hand gently holding your chin and looking you directly in the eyes, and with the other holding himself firmly.
"Only if yer ready," he whispered.
"Ye-e-e-s," you moaned, making him chuckle.
"Yes Connor? Or yes me?" he teased.
"Yes everything." You already started leaning forward, licking your lips. Connor groaned under you as you shifted the position.
"Can ye breathe down there, brother?" Murphy chuckled.
"Fuck off!" Connor's muffled voice came out from under you, making Murphy laugh, and you moan louder at the vibrations it sent through you.
You leaned forward, tentatively taking Murphy in your mouth. You could feel his body twitch at the contact, making you smirk. You were gonna ruin him, that was the only goal for you now. You slowly took him further, flattening your tongue under him.
"Mary, mother of Go—," Murphy threw his head back, his hand grabbing you at the back of the head. "Easy, gerl, yer gonna kill me."
You slowly let go of him, smiling up at him. His eyes were dark, the icy blue of his irises barely visible. You held his gaze, darting your tongue out, placing the smallest lick at his tip. Despite holding himself at the base, he still twitched at your touch. You smirked again and took just his tip in your mouth, sucking hard. You saw his breath hitch and him groan, screwing his eyes shut. You were about to move forward when you moaned loudly around him.
Connor's previously slow and careful licks turned into a ravenous make-out session with your pussy. Murphy's hand tightened in your hair at your reaction.
"Not gonna last if ye keep doin' that." Murphy panted, his chest and neck covered in splotches of red. He was getting dangerously close, and you barely did anything. If he weren't all red in the face already, he was sure he'd blush at the thought now.
"Don't need you to last." You weren't doing any better. Connor's ministrations were driving you closer and closer at an insane rate.
You leaned forward, taking Murphy as much as you could reach and setting the same pace Connor used on you. As you kept working, Murphy's little pants turned into quiet moans and whines. The way his hand tightened in your hair every time your tongue would graze his slit, the way his hips would buck trying to get you further—you knew he was getting close. You yourself were already chasing your high, grinding on Connor's face with no care in the world. The man seemed to enjoy it way too much—groaning into you, grabbing your hips and ass, kneading at your flesh. In Connor's mind, he was already in heaven.
You moaned louder, feeling your orgasm building, and you fought hard not to clench your jaw. Eventually, you let go of Murphy, causing him to whine in disappointment.
"Gonna…fuuuck…" You felt Connor double down his efforts. "Gonna bite it off if I keep going." You managed to answer Murphy, your voice breathless and hoarse.
Murphy smirked. "He's doing ye that good, huh?" You nodded, and Murphy's grin widened. "Don't be scared, lass. Yer not gonna bite me. Come on, open up." He gently cupped your jaw, brushing your lips with his thumb.
You obeyed, and he pushed his index and middle finger between your teeth. "See, not gonna bite me," he said so gently that it actually touched you. In one fluid motion, he pushed into your mouth, groaning as he moved way further than you took him before. You choked, and tears stung at your eyes.
"Shhh…you can take it. Yer a good gerl, right?
All you managed was a muffled 'mhmm', and he continued moving slowly, relishing in how your throat constricted around him. As you were right at the edge, you kept moaning around him. His gentle hand in your hair was a stark contrast to how his hips drove into your mouth. If not stuffed full of his cock, you were sure the whole building would've heard you by now.
Murphy could feel your jaw tense, biting down on his fingers, but he couldn’t care less. The things you made him feel were divine. He tried to hold back, letting you ride out your own waves of pleasure, but god, the way you whined and moaned around him was driving him insane.
"Come one, darlin'. Suffocate that bastard with yer pretty pussy," Murphy gritted through his teeth. You knew they both were dirty, but this much? That was definitely new, especially for Murph.
Connor's fingers were digging into your ass as he lapped at you. You felt your band snap, and you came hard, your legs trembling and threatening to collapse. Your throat constricted, causing Murphy to groan and push further as he spilled into your mouth.
Murphy carefully pulled out, cursing under his breath as he saw some of his load trickling down your chin. He gently pulled you up, your body pliant in his arms, and laid you down on the bed.
"Yer alive, man?" Murphy looked down at his brother sprawled on his back, eyes closed and face glistening with your release.
"Not sure. Think I saw God," Connor mumbled in hoarse voice.
"Yeah, me too," Murphy chuckled, and turned to you. "Yer okay there, lass?" Murphy caressed your cheek gently. He lay down next to you, brushing his fingers over your collarbone. You looked absolutely stunning, almost glowing. Your arm was draped over your eyes, and your chest was heaving.
"Yeah, just need a minute." You let out something between a huff and a chuckle.
He brushed his hand through your hair, just looking at you and smiling softly. It was like his dreams, which he always felt guilty about, came true, and here you were right next to him. Perfect. Well, almost perfect—Connor was here too, but he could live with that if that's what it took to have you. He chuckled quietly with a little disbelief in his voice. "I tell ye what I need. I need another beer." Murphy sat up, swinging his legs off the bed.
"Ugh… me too." You opened your eyes at the suggestion. You were starting to sober up and were not ready for the reality of the situation to sink in.
"Oh hell no. Yer not going anywhere, lass." Connor's fingers closed around your calf, yanking you down the bed where he was lying. You giggled as he scooted up, wrapping his hand around your midriff.
"Aye, don't leave the man hanging or he might explode, ruin the sheets and all." Murphy laughed.
"Didn't you want to go get that beer, Murph?" Connor glared at his brother while kissing up your body, slowly making his way to your neck.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm going." Murphy stood up, feeling just how weak his legs were, and made his way to the kitchen. He didn't close the door behind him, though. He loved the way you sounded.
"Fucking finally," Connor muttered against your neck.
"Aw, don't be grumpy. I'm here, aren't I?" You stroked the nape of his neck, making him nuzzle into you more.
"And I'm making the best of this opportunity." He smirked, gliding his hands up and down your side. He kneaded your thigh, hitching it over his waist, his lips making their way to yours in a hungry, impatient kiss. He started grinding into you, groaning against your lips. His hand gently brushed your temple and cheek, eyes boring right into yours. He pressed his forehead to yours, nuzzling your nose and inhaling deeply. "You ready, lass?"
You nodded, and he slowly pressed in, making you gasp. That little smirk returned to his face, and he pushed in farther. "Come on, let me hear that pretty little gasp again," he whispered as he buried himself to the hilt. That, combined with the feeling of him filling you up, elicited another sound from you—something between a gasp and a whine. "Yer okay, love?" Connor caressed your face, waiting for your response.
He could feel you gripping him like a vise, and having been worked up for so long, he was now fighting for his life. However, your response was to hook your other leg around his hip and to press the heels of your feet into the small of his back. The action made him groan and drop his head to your shoulder.
"Fuck…point received," Connor chuckled and bit down on your shoulder. He held your hip firmly with one hand and started slowly but forcefully driving into you. He kept looking at your face, drinking in every little reaction you gave him, every little gasp and moan.
He kissed and nipped on your neck, pushing slow and deep. His hand was pressing down on your hip, keeping you in place, almost in a bruising manner. Your hands slid up to his shoulders, nails digging in as your body fought against his grip, arching up. The stretch felt overwhelming. Your whole body, sensitive from previous orgasms, felt like it couldn't take it, but your mind craved for more.
"Such a scratchy little kitten you are," he groaned against your skin.
In the kitchen, Murphy was getting beer from the fridge. He could hear your voice drowning in pleasure, and if he concentrated hard enough, he could almost tune out Connor's voice. Murphy felt himself getting hard again, but then he would hear Connor's voice whispering to you, calling you his good girl, and his cock would soften just a little. He groaned, grabbed three beers, and moved back to the bedroom.
There you were, looking so so pretty with your legs on Connor's shoulders and him holding you around your thighs and pounding into you. Murphy set the beers on the nightstand and quietly sat down on the bed, leaning against the headboard and lazily sipping his beer. Now, this was easier. Despite Connor being there, the sight of you, the sounds you made, the way your eyes rolled back a little when he thrust harder—all of it was getting to him, and fast. He cupped his half hard dick, tugging and squeezing on it, moaning softly. That made your eyes snap open, and you looked up where he was sitting above you, lazily stroking himself with one hand and with a beer bottle in the other. The image would’ve made you laugh if you weren't so busy moaning under Connor.
His eyes trailed down your body and fixated on how his brother's cock was slipping in and out of you. He imagined himself in Connor's place, squeezing himself, picturing that it was your walls gripping him. Murphy felt dirty watching like this. It was his brother after all. It was all wrong, but damn if it didn't make him excited.
You kept twisting your head to look at Murphy. The way his hand moved slowly up and down, his eyes straining to focus on you, the way his breath hitched as he moved down and palmed his balls, made you want to observe him, drink in his every little movement and expression.
"What? You like watching too?" Connor said with a tinge of mockery in his voice. You only whined in response, and he chuckled. He gently slapped the back of your thigh and carefully lowered your legs from his shoulders. "Turn around then."
You listened and switched positions, sticking your butt out to Connor. His hands immediately landed on you, tugging you closer to him. He leaned in and placed a bite to your ass cheek, causing you to yelp and giggle. God, your laugh was like music to their ears.
Murphy spread his legs so you could lie down right in front of him. He took your chin between his fingers, making you look up. Your fucked-out face would be his undoing, he was sure of that. He swiped his thumb over your lip, and you didn't hesitate to take it in your mouth and suck. Murphy groaned squeezing his cock harder. The sight of him milking that little bead of precum out of his tip made you moan in return. Suddenly, you bit down on his finger, causing him to hiss in slight pain. He looked up and saw Connor starting to enter you again. His gaze fixated once more on Connor's cock sliding into you, his hands gripping your ass and pulling you onto himself. Murphy thought that as long as he doesn't look at his brother's face, as long as he just imagines himself there, it's all fine. Right?
You watched Murphy's face—how his eyes fixated behind you, fluttering heavy and slowly, how his chest started rising and falling faster with every moan and gasp that escaped you, how he gripped himself firmer. He was a piece of art. They both were, and you were trying to remember every little detail of him that you won't be able to see again, but that was proving to be difficult as your mind was getting more and more dazy and you could only concentrate on the sensations of Connor stretching you out, the lewd wet sound of his cock slowly driving in and out of you, the way he gripped your hip firmly but his thumb was brushing slow soft circles on your hip bone.
"God, you two are such perverts," Connor said through his teeth, noticing his brother watching the process. You whined, and Connor slapped your ass for a good measure.
Murphy immediately looked away, feeling embarrassed, and grabbed his beer from the nightstand, just to do something with his hands. You noticed the look of shame on his face and how he kept sipping the beer, picking on the paper label. His other hand gripped his thigh, fighting the urge to touch himself despite how obviously worked up he was.
"Con! Be nice!" You looked at him over your shoulder. Even though you were also blushing from being called out like that, because you indeed liked watching him watching you, you cared more about Connor making Murphy feel bad.
"Aw, you need princess here protecting yer feelings?" Connor snickered.
Murphy grumbled a quiet "shut up" and looked down at his lap. Con was right—he was a pervert for watching it like that. Who watches another man's dick? Let alone his brother's dick?
"Connor!" you yelled, turning to glare at him again. "Quit it!"
You placed your hand over Murphy's, giving him a squeeze. He looked up at you, his gaze broken but pleading. Even though he felt bad about it all, he didn't manage to get his erection down. "Let me," you whispered, only for him to hear and licked a long, slow stripe from his base to his tip, causing him to let out a low whimper.
"Alright! I'm shutting up. No need to get so damn sensitive about it," Connor grumbled. You were about to talk back, something about him being mean, but he thrust deep and hard into you, and your only response was to moan and clench around him. He smirked at that. "Now that's a good gerl."
He set a brutal pace, and all you could do was bury your face into Murphy's crotch, licking and giving him sloppy kisses. Connor placed a hand on your lower back, pressing you down into the mattress. The slight change of angle got you gasping and gulping for air.
"Oh God…Con—," you moaned. He was hitting that spot inside of you just right. Your jaw went slack, your breathing getting more labored as your face pressed more into Murphy's crotch, a bead of drool dripping down right on his balls.
Murphy watched your expressions intently, gripping the beer bottle hard. He whined quietly, the sight of you driving him crazy, but the contact you were making not nearly enough. He wanted, no, needed, to be inside of you. His other hand moved into your hair, scratching your scalp gently, moving to the nape of your neck and shoulders. He dragged his nails delicately across your skin, feeling the goosebumps rise.
"Such a pretty girl. Yer gonna cum for him, aren't ye? Gonna milk him dry?" Murphy spoke, but you were too far gone to respond.
Connor's hand snaked under your hip, finding your clit. He started rubbing slow and feather-light circles, careful not to overstimulate you. The movement—an absolute contrast to how hard his hips were thrusting—making your upper body drag over the rough sheets, your hard nipples becoming almost too sensitive. The sounds you made were drowning out all the filthy things Murphy was whispering to you. And despite how hard you tried to listen to him, the only things you could here were your own moans getting high-pitched and skin slapping on skin, making obscene wet sounds.
Your vision blurred, and you had to screw your eyes shut as that hot band coiled tight in your lower abdomen. Your ears filled with white noise, and total darkness behind your closed eyes turned into TV static. The only coherent thought you had was that this is probably the best you'll ever have, and it would make you sad any other time, but right now your were coming hard, squeezing the life out of Connor and drooling all over Murphy's cock.
You wouldn't have it any other way.
"Ohhh…fuck…" Connor thrust a couple of more times, his grip tightening on your ass, definitely leaving bruises for tomorrow. And then with a groan, he spilled, filling you up. You could feel him twitch inside you as he gave you a few more uneven thrusts, but it was as though you were behind matte glass—technically there but not really present as you came down from your own high.
For better or for worse, Murphy knew exactly what that groan meant. He heard it far too many times behind the paper-thin wall between their bedrooms. He scampered to his knees, already moving behind you. "Move. I wanna." He shoved Connor on the shoulder. It came out more desperate than he wanted, but at this point, he couldn't care less.
Connor groaned. He wanted to stay inside of you forever. But he loved his brother far too much, even though he would never say that out loud, not to share with him just how heavenly you feel. He's not a total dick after all.
He pulled out, and both of them watched his cum drip out of you. "Fuck," they said simultaneously. Connor flopped down onto the bed next to you, giving out a small chuckle of disbelief. And as soon as he was out of the way, Murphy unceremoniously thrust into you.
"Jesus Christ." His eyes rolled back as he felt you still spasm from your previous orgasm. A broken sob escaped you at the intrusion, your walls gripping him tight and pulling him in before you could even process it.
Connor immediately turned to you, whispering in your ear. "Yer alright, lass? Need a little break?" He placed a soft kiss on your cheek.
"N-no-o…" you whimpered. "But knees hurt."
"Aww.. you poor thing. Can't stand no more but still want some cock?" Connor whispered into your ear and caressed your cheek. You managed to nod. "Hey, Murph, let her lie down. Our gerl is tired," he said louder to his brother. You whimpered, hearing him call you their girl.
Murphy pulled out with a groan, helping you onto your back. He leaned over you, placing a soft kiss to your lips. "Why didn't ye say so right away?" He reached for the pillow, tucking it under your lower back. The change eased the pressure in your back, and you sighed with a soft smile.
"Too fucked-out to speak?" Connor added with a smirk.
"Yeah…" you barely managed a hoarse response, making both brothers chuckle.
"You think you can give me one more?" Murphy whispered against your lips. You nodded fast, and it made him laugh a little. "Yer such a dirty gerl, aren't ye? Want me to fill ye up to the brim, huh? Want these two Irishmen's cum dripping out of ye all day tomorrow?"
Well, he got his confidence back fast.
"Yeees," you moaned, wrapping your hands around his neck and tugging him into a kiss. He grinned widely at that, and you couldn't capture his lips between yours. "Stop smiling, can't kiss you," you pouted, but eventually just giggled into his lips.
Connor was observing the two of you and huffed a small laugh, but he couldn't help a warm smile creeping up onto his face. "You two are ridiculous."
"Shut it, Con," Murphy grumbled.
Connor leaned in and placed a kiss on the top of your head before sitting up. He grabbed one of the beers and grinned. "I'm just gonna enjoy the sight." He stretched and yawned as he watched you, sipping on his beer.
Murphy glared at him. "And you were giving me shit for watching!"
Connor just grinned and shrugged.
"Yer such a dick!" Murphy bit back with a slightly offended tone to his voice.
Connor was about to say something snarky back, but you interrupted with a stern tone before they could begin their usual thing. "Behave, you two."
"Aye, aye, ma'am," Murphy said and leaned in to kiss on your neck, forgetting all about his brother's antics. And something about the word or the way he said it made your pulse quicken.
Murphy hitched your leg over his waist and was about to enter you when Connor spoke up. "Put her leg on yer shoulder. She liked it better that way."
"Ye think I don't know how to fuck a woman?" Murphy said through his teeth, and of course, he didn't listen, but he did hitch your leg higher along his side. He slipped in so easily, it made his head spin. He looked down as he slowly started moving in and out, Connor's cum lubing you even more, dragging all over his cock. He cursed under his breath.
Just don't think about it, he told himself.
You wrapped your hands around his neck, tugging him over you, and as soon as you had enough reach, you slid your fingers in his hair, raking your nails over his scalp. He practically purred, and the fact that his reaction was identical to Connor's made you smile. Murphy buried his face in the curve of your neck, nipping and kissing as his thrusts became deeper.
"Goddamit, lass, ye feel so good," he whispered just for you to hear. His movements were slow, gentle, like he was trying to savor it, remember every little squeeze you gave him. "Is that me? Or you still coming from his cock?"
For a moment, you wanted to say 'no, it's all you,' but in reality, you weren't too sure. The pleasure flowed through you fast, transforming from one feeling into another. "Don't know," you whined. "Both."
Murphy chuckled into your ear, his hoarse voice sending shivers down your spine. "Well, then I better make sure ye do know." He thrust deeper, stronger, but still kept the same excruciatingly slow pace. He placed featherlight kisses on your neck and jaw, moving up to your cheek. His lips ghosted over yours, and you tried to catch them in a kiss, but he leaned back, grinning at you. "Aww, don't pout. You'll get what you want…eventually." He kissed the tip of your nose, making you groan in frustration.
"Man, that's just cruel at this point," Connor chimed in. You turned to look at him sitting at the head of the bed, nursing his beer with that stupid smile on his face. "Ye just say the word, lass, and I'll take care of you."
"I know what I'm doing, Con. Shut it," Murphy grumbled, taking your chin in his hand, turning you to look back at him. "Keep yer eyes on me. Got it?" He sounded almost stern, and if not for his adorable face, you'd probably obey in a beat, but now it only made you smirk.
You tugged him closer, cradling his face, whispering in his ear. "Baby, you're too cute to pull off that kinda thing." He grumbled in response and bit your shoulder hard, making you yelp.
"Not cute," he mumbled, but secretly, he adored it when you called him that. He always did, but now, buried deep inside you, your hand so gentle on his cheek, he loved it more than ever.
You were about to protest, tell him that's not a bad thing, but he leaned back, moving your leg to his shoulder, gripping your waist tight and putting all the force into that one thrust as if to prove his point, knocking the breath out of your lungs. He placed a soft kiss on your calf before holding it tighter and pushing down on your other leg, spreading you more for him. He set a powerful pace that had you seeing stars and moaning like something straight out of a porno.
Fuck, Con was right, he thought. You did like it better this way.
You were grabbing at the sheets, trying to tether yourself back to this world. Connor took your hand gently in his, intertwining your fingers. He smiled softly at you and slid down the bed, kissing at your neck. You were gripping his hand so tightly, he was amazed at how you had so much strength in you. You were practically sobbing at this point. Every little thing was so overwhelming, every little touch from Connor amplified by the sensations rippling through you from Murphy's thrusts.
"Shhh…let go, darling. Yer almost there…" Connor whispered to you, moving his kisses down your body.
"Ye sound so good, lass. Come on, one more, ye can do it," Murphy grunted, each word punctuated by his heavy breathing. "Yer being so good, maybe I'll give you a taste of both of us." You moaned as the image of what he was suggesting filled your mind.
Both of the brothers exchanged glances, chuckling at your reaction. Neither of them could’ve ever imagine you were this filthy, and yet here you were in their arms. Connor's lips latched onto your nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue over it. His hand reached out to your other breast, squeezing and tracing circles over your nipple. And that was the final push, tipping you over the edge. Your mouth fell open, but no sound came out as intense pleasure overwhelmed you, your leg on Murphy's shoulder trembling. If he wasn't holding it so tight in place, you sure would've hit him in the face with it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" Murphy cursed as he kept thrusting, but you squeezing down on him made his rhythm falter. He didn't even notice when it happened, but he was coming hard, the edges of his vision blurring slightly. He stilled, buried inside you, catching his breath, his hold on your leg easing a little.
He pulled out with a groan, watching cum spill out of you. He didn't hesitate before plunging two fingers into you, making you whimper. "Shh.. shh… shh…" He curled his fingers, coating them in his and Connor's release, and the action made you cry out. He wasn't even trying, just found that spot that made you see stars right away, but right now, you were too overstimulated. You tried to squirm away, little tears forming in your eyes.
"It's okay, it's okay. It's over." He pulled out. "Promised ye, didn't I? And ye've been such a good gerl for us." He brought his fingers right to your lips, and you immediately opened up sucking on them.
The realization that you were tasting both of them and yourself at the same time made the heat pool in your stomach again. You hummed as you licked the pads of his fingertips. Both brothers groaned at the sight. And after you released his fingers, licking your lips, Murphy flopped down onto the bed next to you.
"God, yer so dirty." Connor grinned, moving closer to you.
"Can say the same about you two," you mumbled, your eyes already closing as you stifled a yawn.
"Ah, but see, ye already knew that about us," Connor quipped. "Ye, on the other hand, were a complete surprise."
"Aye. Turns out yer a proper menace, lass," Murphy added.
You only hummed in response, feeling incredibly tired. The brothers chucked, both placing soft kisses to your cheeks and nuzzling closer to you from both sides.
'Sweet dreams, princess' was the last thing you heard.
"Here, Shaun," Dr. Glassman pours syrup on Shaun's pancakes, a single berry rolling off and landing on the brown-haired man. But for some reason, the ever-organized Shaun did not pick it up, and his adoptive guardian noted this with much puzzlement.
"Shaun?" he said quietly. "A berry fell on you."
And yet Shaun wasn't even looking at Glassman — he was gazing from over his shoulder, his eyes distracted and, for once, still. The neurosurgeon was confused, and he frowned at Shaun before turning his head and spotting you.
You, who was sitting by the table behind them, chatting with Claire as you spooned yourself more lunch. You, who laughed, a sunny beam on your face as you grinned at your friend, your eyes sparkling. You, who had a not-so-subtle secret admirer, who — for once — has forgotten about his pancakes because of a certain co-surgeon.
Ah, Dr. Glassman thought to himself. Young love.
"Your berry is still on your coat, Shaun." Dr. Glassman said, suppressing a chuckle now as he smiled.
"I know," Shaun said, looking down with a hint of a smile on his face.
"But there's a very pretty girl in front of me. I think I can pick up this berry later."
An: Been being chewed out by my mother recently about literally every. Needing some heavy character comfort and fluff. So why not write it myself. #who’s up crying on their pillows
Summary: Bellamy has been pretty tough on you recently. You know that he is under a lot of pressure to look like a good and confident leader but he has been pushing you around. Murphy finds you crying in the woods after being sent to get wood and he comforts you.
Sfw
You were abruptly awoke from your less than restful slumber. You were met with Bellamy in your face telling you to get up. “Come on. Get up and dressed, there is a lot of work to be done”
“Bell it’s so early and I only fell asleep like 3 hours ago. Please let me sleep some more.” I feel like I am practically begging him for some restful sleep.
“Absolutely not. How will it look if my sister is slacking off and won’t even listen to my orders? It won’t look good and people won’t trust me to lead them” Bellamy has a bad habit of calling me his sister. I’m not. Obviously I’m not.
Ever since your parents were floated for being found out to have been helping conceal Octavia’s existence Bellamy had been so headset on keeping you safe and by his side. Sure it was nice feeling like you had a family. It was better than nice. Bellamy and Octavia felt like home. But ever since landing on earth he has been nothing but bossy towards you. All this talk about how it won’t look good if the people closest to him are “slacking”.
Gather more water, work on shelter, and collect more wood. These are the tasks Bellamy already gave me for the day. I was exhausted and even as the day went on I didn’t feel myself getting any more energized. Bellamy came over while I was working on the wall for camp and I could hear go around a sing praise to how well everyone had been working. All except me. Sure I didn’t need to be told I was doing a good job but it would have been nice to be included and not completely left out and ignored. It hurt and made me feel even more used than I had been feeling lately.
The sun was starting to go down when I went to go get wood for camp. I was barely able to keep my eyes open and I could feel myself getting more and more venerable throughout the day.
While walking to the very twiggy part of the woods I collided with someone. “Hey! Watch it!” It was Murphy. The very last thing I needed was to be verbally assaulted. Hearing him yell at me broke something in me and I fell apart. I was sobbing and just kept apologizing over and over again. I was losing all of my composure. Today had been long and exhausting and its toll on me was finally showing.
Being picked up and held in a pair of strong arms was the only thing I could comprehend past all of my tears and exhaustion.
Murphy had swooped me up and taken me to his tent and wrapped me in a blanket. People can say all they want about him but in that moment he was my saving grace. He had done his best to wipe away my tears but how could he keep up with the flood that was pouring out of my eyes.
He brushed through my hair and muttered sweet words in my ears in an attempt to calm me down enough to tell him what was wrong. “Y/n what’s wrong. What is making you so upset? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry before like ever and here you are drowning in your tears”. He was right. I have tried my best to always conceal my emotions but today was just too much for me.
I leaned into his touch and started to calm down. “Bellamy won’t get off my back about every little thing. He’s been keeping me up late on night watch and waking me up early to work on the campsite. I am so tired. I just want a break or at least some recognition for the work I’ve been doing.” I’m still crying but it has slowed down quite a bit. Murphy has once again started to catch my tears as they rolled out and wipe them from my red puffy face.
“I can tell you him to back off a bit if you’d like. He already doesn’t like me very much. What’s a bit more?” His hand is cupping my face now and he is lightly hushing me. I feel safe here. Wrapped up in his arms and being taken care of. It is a welcomed change.
Not long after I stop crying Murphy pulls me to lay on his chest and take a much needed nap. I am drifting peacefully to sleep under the promise that Murphy will stick a blade in Bellamy before he lets him wake me up.
꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ⸝⸝ You hated Murphy since you landed on the ground, you didn't expect for him to awaken something in you.
﹒ ⊹ ⤷ cw: shameless Murphy smut, plot, some violence, nsfw
Life on the ground was incredible.
It was like nothing I could've ever imagined, even though there were threats, such as the grounders and unstudied plants due to radiation- but none as big as John Murphy.
Everywhere I looked he'd be there; infecting everything with his toxins. The power Bellamy had given him went straight to his head, he truly believed he was better than everyone.
He seemed to know I hated him, and he gladly reciprocated that. His way of showing me? By humiliating me every chance he got.
I hadn't understood why he hated me, I had always tried to be nice to everyone around camp; even him at times, but he knew just how to wear my patience thin.
I had been peacefully minding my business skinning the newly fresh rabbit brought in by the hunting party. The game they brought was enough to feed everyone for the next two weeks. A deer, two bunnies, and a bird. One girl also brought in a few plants for me to work with for seasoning.
I was the camp butcher and cook, having sadly lost the previous ones. Everyone always adored my cooking and I tried to work with what we had.
Well, everyone except Murphy.
"What're you doing?"
The voice hit my ears like nails on a chalkboard, I didn't need to turn around to know who was about to pester me into a hole.
"What do you think I'm doing roach," I ask with heavy annoyance in my voice, still focused on skinning the rabbits while the water for the stew boiled.
"Poisoning the camp with your horrendous cooking," I could hear him walking closer to me, and my patience grew thin with every step.
"just go away-" I had been cut off by a loud crash.
He had kicked the pot of boiling water over into the dirt, drawing the attention of others.
This was my final straw.
Gripping the knife in my hand I swiftly grabbed Murphy, holding the bloodied knife to his throat.
"Fuck you, Murphy!" I shouted the blood from the rabbit was now on his neck.
Fear was masked behind ego in his eyes, I could tell he was scared by the way his hands defensively went up.
"I'm sorry, alright!" He spewed, something was relieving about hearing those words, seeing him so afraid of me. Though, anybody would be afraid.
Deep down I knew I wouldn't kill him, I knew the consequences of that. Killing Murphy wouldn't be worth getting tossed out of camp.
It had only been a few seconds before Bellamy was pulling me off of him. I didn't fight it, I just glanced around at everyone before picking up the pot and heading out to the river to collect more water while also clearing my mind.
There were never any final straws with Murphy around.
When I returned back to camp the air was thick with tension, and eyes were locked onto me as I prepped the broth for the rabbit meat.
I wasn't sure what Murphy could've told them, and I didn't care, if they chose to believe the cockroach then humanity was doomed.
It only took an hour to get the soup ready, everyone leaving me alone. I hadn't spotted Murphy yet, he wasn't terrorizing anyone, not making his presence known.
Was one threat really all it took to get rid of him?
Once I set up food for everyone I headed towards my shared ten with Raven, exhaustion quickly catching up with me. I had long forgotten about Murphy, the only thing on my mind was a peaceful night's rest.
Entering the tent I shrugged off my shirt, trying to change into a new one when I felt someone grab me from behind, making a yelp rupture from me.
I felt something cold and sharp press against my neck, fear instantly climbing up my spine as I thrashed around. The person's hand went to cover my mouth as he leaned in towards my ear.
"What're you gonna do now?" He whispered threateningly.
I instantly knew who it was, his scent invading my nose in a surprisingly good way. I tried to fight it, the thoughts of how his hands were on me felt good, this was no moment to think about Murphy like this.
He was holding a knife to my throat for fucks sake!
Knowing Murphy I thought he was really going to kill me, I soon felt regret for holding that knife to him.
I stopped thrashing around as it was no use, my breathing became wild as I prepared for the worst.
"Giving in to me so easily?" His hand uncovered my mouth, fingers still touching my lips.
"Suck," He demanded, his tone of voice was strong despite being hushed so nobody would hear.
This was the last thing I'd expect to happen with Murphy.
I couldn't help the lower sensation begin to rise throughout my entire body as I opened my mouth, Murphy's fingers instantly invaded the wet and warm place. I felt fuzzy and vulnerable all over, soon realizing I was enjoying this.
"Good girl," He said, making my thighs clench together, trying to get any type of friction to my clit.
Over time the blade on my neck didn't scare me, the fear turned to pleasure. My lower body became needy, the taste of his fingers being engraved into my mind as I was sucking wildly as if it was Murphy's cock and not just his fingers.
I could sense his smirk after I let out a soft moan, he was enjoying this too. Having me under his control, to do whatever he wanted with me. The thought could've made me cum then and there.
"Remember this next time," He whispered into my ear.
His knife trailed up and down my body, making me shiver at the coldness of the metal.
He suddenly retracted his hands to his sides, making me miss his fingers and the authority he held over me.
I turned around and he was leaving the tent, the taste of his fingers still vivid in my mouth.
I had debated running after him and demanding an explanation but I stood there, starstruck.
It didn't take long for me to snap back into reality, the thoughts I had about Murphy hit me like a train, embarrassment suddenly replacing the feeling before. I tried reminding myself I hated him, but despite everything I told myself, my body longed for his touch once again.
I wasn't sure what possessed me that night, I was sure it'd pass after a night's sleep. But I wasn't even safe in my dreams, his touch followed me everywhere.
Who knew weeks of hate could diminish with a few touches?
Though I still hated him.
I was sure of that.
But I couldn't stop my attraction.
I couldn't stop my mind from roaming in places it shouldn't.
I couldn't.
The only day I wish he annoyed me, he didn't. He would walk right past my butcher table, right by me. As if the previous night hadn't happened, as if his fingers didn't fill my mouth searching every crevice and crease.
Every so often Id catch him stealing glances at me- or at least I thought I did.
But I knew it was true when he was the first in line for breakfast, taking an extra long time to pick out his decision, forcing the tension between us to grow thicker. It was like he was torturing me like he knew just how bad I needed him.
The feeling had become too much for me, I quickly filled the bowls for dinner and rushed off to my tent once again, needing to relieve myself at least a little bit. I knew Raven was working with Monty in the dropship to figure out the wristbands so I had a bit of time to myself.
Rushing into my tent I dropped my pants and threw them onto a nearby chair. I climbed into the makeshift bed and began sucking on my own fingers, trying to mimic Murphy's movements the best I could.
I couldn't believe myself, getting off to the guy I despised with every ounce of my being. The way his middle part looked, how his nose was a bit too big for his face, how dark his blue eyes looked. I imagined every part of him, going back to that night in my mind.
My other hand snaked down to my clothed pussy, rubbing myself through the fabric while a series of moans escaped my occupied lips.
"Murphy..." I let out unrestrained, speeding up my movements.
"Yeah?" I heard someone ask.
My eyes instantly shot open as I scrambled up, staring at the one and only Murphy. How did he keep sneaking in her without me hearing?
He walked closer to me, "Don't let me stop you," He spoke, staring down at me.
I was frozen with shock, unable to process what just happened. How much had he seen? My face must've been a bright red by now.
"Too scared now? I said, Don't let me stop you." His hands found their way to my throat, giving it a light squeeze. I wasn't sure of his motives but I knew, in this moment, I was more turned on than ever.
The grip he had on my throat only turned me on more, now soaking through my panties.
I shakily began rubbing myself through my panties again, my nerves shooting through the roof. The man Id been having fantasies about was now watching me fuck myself.
Murphy swiftly unbuckled his belt and undid his zipper, bringing his hard cock out in front of my face, the sight had me drooling while he smirked down at me.
"Put that practice to good use," He spoke, tapping his tip on my lips, the hand on my throat now running to my hair, grabbing a fist full of it causing me to open my mouth just enough for him to thrust into it. He released a low groan at the initial feeling, the taste of his cock now invading my mouth.
I swirled my tongue around the shaft of his dick while he fucked mercilessly into my mouth, gripping my hair tighter every time to keep me still. With every thrust he hit the back of my throat, sending chills down my entire body.
"Thought you hated me," He said in between grunts, "Now you have my dick in your mouth," His familiar smirk was still planted on his face, he'd never let me live this down.
I felt his dick twitch in my mouth before he pulled out, tear snow streaming down my face.
"Fuck you," I said in between breaths, regaining my composure.
"Yeah, don't worry, you're about to." He took me by the arm and made me lay flat with my ass in the air.
His hands grabbed and slapped at my ass, making me squeak out pathetic moans. Grabbing the waistband of my panties he dragged them down, revealing my soaked pussy.
"You sure you hate me?"
Before I could reply he had already trusted into my pussy, giving me no warning. the sudden filling made my back arch. Murphy threw his head back, relishing the feeling of my tight pussy around his dick.
He didn't let me adjust before he was thrusting deep inside of me, unable to control his urges. The pleasure was unlike anything of felt before, his length made it so easy to hit every spot inside me, spots I'd never even known of.
"I hate you!" I moaned out, I wasn't sure if it was true or not anymore, I just didn't wanna give him the satisfaction of knowing I loved being fucked by him.
"Want me to stop?" He retorted. He knew I didn't want him to stop, so when I didn't answer he grabbed a fist full of my hair again, forcing me to prop my arms up to support myself. The grip on my hair only helped him pound into me further, not giving me any chance to think.
I wasn't just full of Murphy, I was full of hatred. I hated the fact I enjoyed this so much, hated the fact I never wanted it to end, hated the fact he could make me feel this good, hated how much I loved this.
"Fuck, Murphy!" I felt the familiar wave of my climax race up my body, making me shake with pleasure as I came around his dick. This didn't stop Murphy, in fact, it only fueled him more.
"Just let it out," He spoke breathily, my arms felt like they were gonna give out but before they could he pulled my hair, bringing my back to his chest as he held me up. "Let everyone in camp know how good you feel right now,"
His hands snaked up my body to my neck, giving it a tight squeeze, something I never thought I'd be into until Murphy.
"I hate you," I moaned out between cries and breaths, my sweet spot now becoming sensitive as he kept relentlessly fucking me.
"Sure looks like it," He smirked into my shoulder, now beginning to suck and bite as his own climax was nearing the edge.
The grip on my neck was enough to make me cum again, the tightening helping Murphy reach his own high.
Murphy quickly pulled out of me, shooting his load onto the ground of the tent, laying his head in the crook of my neck while he caught his breath. I leaned into his touch while his hands slid up and down my sides, tracing each curve with admiration.
"Same time tomorrow?" He asked muffled.
"Go fuck yourself,"
Despite my words, he knew I wanted it just as bad as he did.
ypu should write murphy with #27 off the fluff list :3
27 - "I can't stay away from you, I tried but I can't."
Words: 963 (this one is a quickie)
I know it is fluff prompt, but it is now more of an... Angst with a happy ending…..
You knew when you first laid eyes on John Murphy that he was it for you. There was no way you were going to want anyone else.
The way he consumed you; mind, body, and heart was something you had never felt before and all he had done was offer you a hand after you had fallen out of a tree during one of the night time patrols.
He was like a magnet, everywhere he went your eyes would find him.
And he had felt the same way about you. The two of you quickly becoming inseparable. Early morning trips to the lake to just sit around and talk until you had to get back to camp. Afternoon hunts, though he tried to insist you stay at camp so as not to get hurt. Late nights spent under the stars, your head resting on his chest, listening to his soothing heart beats.
You had been the only one to stand up for him during the death of Wells, knowing that while he was vindictive there was a kinder side to him. Even when no one listened and they banned him from camp, you never stopped searching for him.
Bellamy had told you to give up, but with John gone it was like a part of you was missing. And because it was.
Weeks had passed and you were becoming a former shell of yourself.
When you had finally found him, bloodied and almost dead, you had sworn to yourself that you couldn’t let yourself go through any of those emotions again.
Seeing him almost die from the biological infection the grounders had given him had something snapping inside you.
Despite your love for John Murphy, having him here and then ripped away like that had taken such a huge part of your heart that you locked it all away.
Once he was better and allowed back into camp, even in a probationary way, you had begun to ignore him. John had tried talking to you, but you would run. Like a fucking coward.
But you couldn’t do this again.
You tried to ignore the hurt in his blue eyes whenever you ran. Whenever you purposefully turned away from him.
Eventually it just became second nature.
He didn’t try to speak to you again. You never sought him out.
Not like before.
It wasn’t until you showed up for a nightly patrol that you had really seen him again. His hair had gotten longer, you had noted, walking past him to begin climbing up your regular tree. The tree you had first met him at.
Your heart clenched at the memory of him, his hand out stretched, eyes glaring because you had made too much noise while falling.
“Quiet the fuck down or they will hear us.” His voice was clipped and harsh, but his hand was gentle as he pulled you from the ground.
Because that’s who he was despite the tough exterior. John Murphy was a kind man.
Tears cling to your lashes and you lose your footing on the tree, tumbling back down to the ground.
You mentally brace yourself for impact, but it never comes. Instead you were met with someone’s arms around you, keeping you from hitting the ground completely, a harsh OOOFFF sounding from under you.
“You,” John wheezed, “really can’t climb trees for shit.”
All you could do was stare at him, eyes wide and tears falling down your cheeks. In an instant his snarkiness turned to worry.
“Hey are you okay? Did you get hurt?” John began checking you over for any injuries, but you knew he would find nothing physical.
Your pain wasn’t physical.
“I can’t do this.” You whimper.
John looks at you confused, brushes back a strand of hair so he could see you better. God, he had missed you, missed seeing you this close, missed holding you in his arms. The amount of nights he spent holding his pillow or jacket in his arms pretending it was you.
“Can’t do what?”
“This!” You cry. “Not be near you! Being near you! God, I can't stay away from you, I tried but I can't. I couldn’t handle losing you and now that you are back I didn’t want to go through all of that again. I can’t let myself be open to you and feel this way.”
You cried into his chest, the weight of unspoken words finally crashing into you. For a while John didn’t say anything, just continued to hold you while you sobbed, rubbing small comforting circles on your back.
“I’m sorry.” He finally said. “I know it sucks, but each day I am away from you it feels like my heart is being ripped apart. I don’t care if you don’t want me or if you hate me now-“
You push back from him suddenly, hands resting on his shoulders. “I could never hate you!” You pause, eyes looking deep into his blue ones. “I love you. I love you so much it hurts.”
His lips crashed onto yours, hands flying up to hold your face so as to not give you a chance to run away from him. He poured all his love, his dedication, his need to finally have you pressed against him. You kissed him back with the same passion.
So long had you gone without the taste and feel of him. You started to wonder why you denied yourself in the first place.
John pulled back slowly, his fingers brushing against your cheek, wiping away fresh tears that had fallen. “Then don’t leave me. Stay.”
All you could do was nod and press your lips back to his, again and again and again. Making up for all the lost time that had become between you.
Warnings: Murphy has a Nun Kink, Swearing, Oral Sex !F receiving, Fingering, Sex, Unprotected Sex(don’t be silly guys) 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Being Murphy MacManus' girlfriend wasn't for the weak. Considering a number of factors including but not limited to: his job murdering terrible men, having to live with him and his brother, and his kinks. You'd been through several, but this one? You were kinda flabbergasted.
Last night
You and Murphy were watching a movie in the apartment you shared with him and his twin brother, Connor. Connor was out for the night, and Murphy spoke up, "Have ya ever considered doing it ina confessional?" You looked over, chuckling at him, "No Murphy, that's just weird, and wouldn't that be considered disrespectful or some shit?" He chuckled too, "Probably, but think of how hot it would be....especially if you wore a nun's costume." Now at that you started genuinely laughing, "You're joking?" He shook his head, a mischievous grin on his face, "Nah, I'm serious love. Dead serious." You stopped chuckling and stared at him in disbelief, "You're insane, I'm not doing that." "Oh c'mon love it'll be exciting, spice things up a bit, yeah?" You chuckled again and shook your head as he got closer to you, "Please? I promise I'll make it worth your while." You debated for a moment, he looked hot as hell and you couldn't deny that the idea make you excited. You finally sighed, "Fine. Fine, okay. But where the hell are you gonna get a nun costume?" He smirked, "Already got one, I knew I'd convince ya." You shook your head and rolled your eyes playfully as Murphy stood, offering his hand to you. You took it, and the two of you made your way out of the apartment.
Once at the cathedral you quietly walked in, looking around to see that nobody was around. Murphy handed the costume to you, nodding towards the bathroom. You took it and shook your head, still in disbelief that you were really doing it.
You came out of the bathroom, feeling quite stupid but also really excited. The costume was a little slutty considering you were supposed to be a nun; but it was clearly like that on purpose. You found the confessional Murphy was in and entered the small space; he smirked and pulled you close to him. "Damn lady, ya make a sexy nun." You blushed and he leaned down, capturing your lips with his in a sexy, hungry, kiss. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him so that you could clearly feel how excited he was over this whole thing. You put one hand in his hair, and the other held the back of his neck. He groaned into the kiss as your tongue licked his lips. You both opened your mouths and your tongues moved together in time with your lips; exploring each other's mouths.
He put his hands under the short skirt of the costume, gripping your thighs and lifting you up against the wall. You gasped as he pressed himself against you, his hands beginning to wander your body even more. You traced your fingers along the hem of his shirt before lifting it. He broke the kiss long enough to raise his arms and take it off; tossing it aside. You ran your nails down his chest as he took off your shirt too. He wasted no time in unhooking your bra and grabbing your tits. He broke the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest, sucking your tits while groaning like he enjoyed it more than you did. He pulled back, searching your eyes as he unbuckled his belt. You tugged his neck and crashed your lips back into his. He undid his jeans, shoving them down. You broke the kiss, looking at him and smirking. "Ya like what ya see so far sweetheart?" You nodded, "Duh." He kept his smirk as he said, "You'll like what ya feel even better love." You bit your lip as he reached his hand between your thighs; slipping a finger in the hem of your panties and tracing it before moving them to the side. You gasped lightly, feeling overwhelmed with excitement.
He took his finger and traced your folds, "You're already soaking for me love...." You shivered, watching every move he made. He teased you with his fingers, tracing you then pushing one in slightly before removing it. "Fuck you Murphy, stop teasing me." He smirked, pulling his fingers back up to his mouth to lick whatever of your wetness was on them. "Oh sweetheart, the teasing is just getting started." He moved you from the wall to sit you on the small bench inside the confessional; then he got on his knees. Murphy began kissing his way up your inner thighs, holding them apart as he sucked and nibbled on your skin. "Oh Murph-" You moaned, gripping his shoulders. He slowly worked his way up your core, his breath warm as he hovered over you. "Please Murph..." You were so desperate to feel his warm mouth on you that you didn't even care if you begged anymore. He smirked, "Anythin' for you love.."
He slowly and deliberately licked his warm, wet tongue up your needy pussy; taking his time as he looked up at you with his lustful blue eyes. He wanted to watch you squirm at his touch. You tossed your head back and let out a whine as he buried his face deeper between your legs, his nose pressing into your clit as he tongue licked up and down; in and out. "Oh shit Murph~" You mumbled, your hands gripping his hair tightly as you felt the pressure building in your core. He took his index finger, slipping it inside you and curling it around to hit your sweet spot. You let out a sigh of pleasure as he slipped a second one in. He worked relentlessly as you tugged his black locks, whimpers and sighs falling from your lips that he found more erotic than anything else he'd ever heard before. Right as you felt yourself about to go over the edge he pulled away, smirking, his face glistening with you. He brought his fingers to his lips, slowing sucking you off of each one, "Ya really thought it'd be that easy? Nah love, you're gonna finish around me."
He pulled you up from the bench of the confessional, his lips locking on yours in a desperate kiss; you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue. He pulled away and turned you around, pushing on your back with just enough force so you'd be bent over; ready for him. You looked over you shoulder at him shoving down his boxers; his erection springing free. He smirked and stepped closer to you. He slid your panties off in an impatient motion before placing one hand on your back, gentling rubbing you up and down as he watched you shiver in nothing but the skirt. His other hand held his cock, rubbing it slowly up and down your slick pussy.
"Ya ready love?" He asked, locking his eyes on yours. You nodded and he spoke again, "I want ya to keep those pretty eyes on me when I push into ya, yeah?" You shivered and nodded again. He slowly began to push his tip in, pulling it back out to tease you. You whined and he pushed back in slowly as your eyes began to shut and your head fell, "I said eyes on me love." He repeated, beginning to pull back out. You eyes quickly snapped open, locking on his. He smirked, and with one swift motion he completely buried himself inside of you, letting out a deep gutteral moan of his own. Your head fell back down as he gathered your hair in one of his hands; the other gripping your hip tightly.
He began to slowly move in and out of you as you sighed with pleasure. "Fuck ya feel so good aroun' me." He groaned, his pace quickening as he began to pound into you relentlessly. Your moans grew louder as the sound of slapping skin filled the confessional. He tugged on your hair each time he slammed back into you; "Fuck yer gonna kill me darlin'." He said between breathless moans, feeling his orgasm building up. "Fuckin' come for me love, let go on me." He practically begged, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he licked his hand and found your clit; rubbing in tight circles, chasing your release for you. You gasped in pleasure, pushing your body back onto his with each thrust as you felt the familiar warmth coursing through your body.
"Oh shit Murph- I'm gonna-" Your words were cut short as you let out short, gaspy moans; his own deeply strangled moans mixing with yours as he yanked your hips back, releasing his warmth inside of you. You rode out your orgasms together as he rested his head on your back, gently kissing your back and shoulders. You sighed happily, weak in the knees as he pulled out of you and stood fully; pulling you back into his arms. You turned towards him and he kissed you deeply, his tongue tracing the entirety of your mouth.
"Now that, was hot." He grinned, his blue eyes captivating you as you smiled back. "Yeah, it was. You were right." "Yeah? We'll have to do this again sometime then, huh love?" He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows goofily. You rolled your eyes playfully as you both got dressed, "We'll see." He chuckled before opening the confessional door, letting you step out first. His hand found the small of your back as you exited the cathedral, walking side-by-side back to your apartment.
You knew there'd be plenty more to come in the future, it was never a dull moment with Murphy MacManus.
