John Murphy X Reader ~Smut~

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Warninggss: Season 1 spoilers (possibly)

Y/n walks towards the dropship, stomping her feet in the mud. A hand on her shoulder causes her to stop in her tracks, swinging around to see the brown haired boy in front of her. A look of disapproval crosses her features. "I don't want to hear it, Bellamy!" she says. As she tries to turn around, he grabs her arm to pull her back. "I'm sorry, y/n! I thought he did it! I thought he killed Wells, as the rest of us did!" he says apologetically. She shakes her head. "BUT YOU STILL TRIED TO FLOAT HIM, BELLAMY! AND NOW YOU'RE IGNORING HIM AND TREATING HIM LIKE SHIT!? CHARLOTTE CONFESSED, BLAKE!" she said, snatching her arm out of Bellamy's grasp. He grabs her arm again, hard.

"OW! Bellamy stop! You're hurting me!" she yells. Suddenly , a force knocks Bellamy sideways. He grabs the side of his face, turning to Murphy. Her face turns red.

John Murphy, my crush, just saved me…

A blush spreads across her face as Murphy gets in between her and Bellamy, looking down at him. "She said to let her go , Bellamy. But, of course, you know not a single thing about personal space , do ya, traitor?" Bellamy's eyes widen with shock as he stands up. He scruffs off his pants and walks off.

Murphy turns to y/n. "Are you okay?" he asks. y/n is so shocked that she cant speak correctly. "I.. y-yeah.. Um i ...ah." she says as murphy grabs her arm, pulling her inside the dropship and closing the door. He slams her against the metal wall of the dropship, pinning her arms above her head. "I asked a question, y/n." he says, making her eyes darken almost instantly. She groans and pushes her hips towards his, his knee stops her movements, putting a blockade between her and him. "y/n y/l/n… answer the question, princess." he says. She groans again. "I-i'm-m f-f-fin-ne." she says, hear breathing escalating. Murphy presses his lips to hers, moaning as he tastes her sweet scent.

"J-john. Please. I am begging you." she sasys, grinding against him. His hand reaches down to pick her up, walking to the seats and setting her down in one. He pulls his shirt off, causing y/n to stare. His perfect pale chest. Not too muscly, but not too skinny, either. Just right. She grabs him by his belt, pulling him towards her. "John i'm scared." she says. He pulls back to look her in the eyes. "Why?" he asks. She sighs. "I.. am.." she says but leaves out the last part. "Ohhh. it'll be okay. I'll take care of you. Your beautiful ass deserves the world.. Maybe even more." he says, causing y/n to smile. He gently yet roughly presses his lips to hers, their lips dancing heavenly.

Next thing you know, shirts and clothe are off, and skin slapping sounds are heavily coming from the hot dropship. People huddle closer to the dropship to listen better, hearing the moans and smelling the stench of sweat and sex.

"M- john oh - fuck - Murp-ph-h-y oh my - HOLY - fuccckk" y/n moans as her orgasm reaches her, kicking off murphys, too.

Murphy lays beside y/n, smelling her softly so she wouldnt notice. "I love you Murphy." she says. Murphy smiles into y/n's neck. "I love you too, princess."

Lets just say a baby was the best thing that ever happened to them.