The 100 Imagines & Preferences

Day after |John Murphy

It was a mistake. A drunken mistake, but a damn nice one. Monty's moonshine always seemed to send the delinquents into drunken dazes, and that night, it had gotten the better of you. Dancing, alcohol, freedom, and a hot guy. That's what led you into the tent of the one and only John Murphy.

That very morning, one thing was one your mind, and one thing was effecting your work. As the only other doctor in the camp, you had to do a lot of moving, patching, bending, and picking things up. And damn, your legs were sore as hell.

Murphy watched you closely from the other side of the camp, a smirk on his face as he noticed your little problem. He was drunk as well at the time, but not as drunk as you were. He still had memory of your night before, your quiet pants from beneath him, you moaning his name-

"Murphy!" A voice pulled him from his thought, which was probably for the better. He looked over, only to see Clarke with arms crossed over her chest. "You need to get your side checked out."

He glared over at her, rolling his eyes in response. "I'm fine-"

"It could get infected. Now, let Y/N look at it. Let her disinfect it." He didn't want to go, especially since it was Princess's orders. But it got him closer to you. With a simple eye roll, he made his way towards the dropship.

You could see him walking your way, and tried to distance yourself. It was just a fling, you kept telling yourself. But you couldn't shake the feelings toward him.

"Hey, Y/N. Clarke told me to come and get checked out." You cursed her inwardly, not wanting to face the boy. Hard to hide hickey's still littered your neck. "Please, don't act like this." He said in a low voice, hopping up onto the table. With a low sigh you faced him, a smirk appearing on his lips when he saw the mark.

"Then don't act like that." You huffed, walking over to him. "What did you do?" You asked him, arms crossed over your chest.

"Cut my side, princess insisted on me coming here." He muttered. You nodded your head, your heart skipping a beat as he reach for the hem of his shirt. He noticed you sucked in a breath as he lifted it over his head, but stayed silent. You moved to his side, looking at the deep cut along his ribs. It extended onto his back, your cheeks flushing a deep red as you noticed the marks on his back. "Yeah, all you doll."

"Shut up, Murphy." You muttered. You pulled out your supplies, trying to ignore everything and focus solely on his cut. After a few minutes of silence, Murphy asked a question you dreaded.

"Do you regret it?" But you didn't reply. You bit down on your lip, trying to disinfect the wound.

"You need stitches." You muttered. Murphy let out a low sigh, watching as you slowly crossed the room. You groaned inwardly as you had to squat down, your legs nearly giving out.

"Yeah, well, I dont. I don't regret it at all." Murphy stated. You sucked in a sharp breath, carrying the kit back over to him. It was John Murphy you were talking to. He could have been all about the sex and nothing else.

"I may be a nice lay and all, but-"

"No. It's not just that." He shook his head. His fingers ran through his hair, the boy stealing a glance at you. "You know what, never mind." He rolled his eyes. You pursed your lips, ordering him to lay back. He did as said, his hands pressed against his face in an annoyed manor.

"I don't regret it." Your voice was barely above a whisper, but you didn't give him time to register what you had just said. "This is going to hurt."

"Wait, did you- shit!" He cried out, but stayed still. "Are you just saying that to make this less awkward?" He asked, causing you to laugh. "I'm serious. These things don't just work out for me."

"What do you mean these things?" You asked, paying attention to his side. He peered down at you, trying to ignore the pain as he watched how your tongue poked out as you concentrated. You risked a glance at him, your eyes meeting his icy blue ones.

He let out a low sigh, his tongue running over his chapped lips. You watched the action closely, flashes of that very move going through your mind. The exact thing he did before his lips marked your neck. "I- I like you, Y/N. Maybe I should have told you that before we slept together, but-"

"I like you too. But I was drunk, Murphy. I don't regret it, but I don't really remember much. So if you had of told me-"

"I mean before last night. Wait did you even like me before last night?" He arched his brow at you, causing you to roll your eyes.

"You're good, but not that good." You chuckled, causing him to smile. "I did, I just didn't think you liked me." You shook your head, tying off the stitch. "But, I guess my drunken mind didn't hold back. Didn't care about the consequences."

"I guess those consequences turned out better than expected." He smiled, slowly sitting up. You noticed the scratches down his back again, the color appearing on your cheeks. "Yeah, you're a little rough, doll."

"Says you." You laughed. Murphy gave you a knowing smirk, his hands guiding you between his legs. His finger hooked in the collar of your shirt, admiring his work. His thumb ran over your marked collar bones, causing a shiver to run down your spine. "Another night like that, and I'm not leaving my tent." You muttered, incasing his lips with yours.

"Mhm, you may not be able to." He smirked. "I have to get back to work." You sighed lowly, Murphy quickly pecking you on the lips, before standing.

"Don't work too hard, I don't want your side busting open." You ordered. Murphy sarcastically saluted you, sending a smirk in your direction.

"Don't work too hard either, legs may give out." He winked, causing you to roll your eyes. He kissed you on the forehead, smiling lightly, before leaving the dropship.

You caught Clarke's eye from across the camp, the girl holding a knowing smirk. "You're welcome." She mouthed. You rised your middle finger in response, the girl laughing as she walked back to her job.

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Guys I can write Murphy for days.