The Boondock Saints xReader One Shots (Taking Requests)

Something New (Murphy) (NSFW)

WARNINGS: Smut, NSFW content, oral (male and female receiving), and bondage kink.

You and Murphy had been in a steady relationship for four months now. It was great. You were close with both boys and you hung out a lot.

Murphy often stayed over at your apartment, but you weren't living together. The only probably you had in the relationship developed after about three months.

Your sex life was amazing, but the problem was that you always made love. He was always gentle, always slow and sweet, always put your needs ahead of his.

While this never failed to satisfy you, you began to crave a bit of a rougher experience. You thought you would bring this up with him tonight.

He was on his way over as you sat and pondered the situation at your dinning room table, fiddling with your thumbs. You wondered idly how he would react to your request to be fucked, rather than make love.

You thought about the possibilities and began becoming wet at the very thought of it. He could tie you up, slap your ass, pull your hair, make you beg, maybe even-

A knock at your door pulled you from your fantasy and you jumped slightly, feeling your face heat up. "It's open!" You called, and Murphy came into the kitchen a moment later.

He dropped the bag of spices you had asked him to bring you down on the countertop and leaned in for a kiss, which you met eagerly. "Hey, Murphy." You murmured lovingly against his mouth. "Hey, Lass." He replied, pulling away and taking a seat.

You informed him that dinner was almost ready and he set the table. You talked idly throughout the meal and he did the dishes afterword while you retired to the living room.

You laid down on the couch and closed your eyes, tired from the day you had. The sound of the sink running in the other room and the soft clatter of the dishes gently lulled you into a state of relaxation.

You felt you were about to fall alseep when the gentle thud of boots pulled you back into reality. Opening your eyes, you saw Murphy stood in the doorway to the living room, a small smile on his face as he watched you.

You sat up and patted the spot beside you to signal that he come sit down. He obediently came to your side and took a seat, giving you a peck on the lips.

"Darling, I have something I need to talk to you about," you started nervously. A slightly concerned look crossed his handsome features and he furrowed his brow. "Anything." He replied firmly.

"Okay...well..." you decided to just be blunt. "I need to get fucked."

This was obviously not what he was expecting. The worry faded from his face, but confusion replaced it. "Is it not-" he started, but you cut him off with a flurry of, "no no no, it's perfectly satisfying..it's just, so gentle. I want to do it rough. I want you to slap my ass and pull my hair. Use me a little..." you broke off to examine his reaction.

He thought over your words before crossing his arms slightly and leaning back. "No, out of the question. I ain't hurting ya." He informed you.

"Ah, Murphy! Come on, you aren't going to hurt me. I promise....I just really need you to fuck me like you hate me." You urged.
"I wont do it! I can't bein' rough with ya.." he said, shaking his head.

"Please? Pretty please? Come here." You grabbed him by the collor of his shirt and pulled him in your direction, smashing your lips together in a kiss that was less than gentle. Your tongue slid past his lips and invaded his mouth. His tongue fought yours for dominance and you quickly let him win out, moving your lips roughly against his.