A collection of one shots I have written about my beloved trash son John Murphy.
I take requests if you would like one specially made, only rule is that I write from a Y/N perspective only. No one shots featuring your name.
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"Y/N?" You hear a voice say, but you choose to ignore it, instead snuggling closer to the warm presence by your side.
"Y/N, hey, wake up," you groan, finally opening your eyes as someone continues to talk to you.
"What?" Your voice is gravelly and tone harsh considering you had just been peacefully asleep and now you're: awake, dealing with a killer headache, and someone trying to have a conversation.
"I'd be a little nicer to the person who's currently holding your bra," your eyes shoot open to see Murphy is the unidentified warm object you were currently cuddling. He had one arm around your waist, and the other dangled your bra by the strap above you.
"Seriously, Murphy?" You snatch it out of his hands. Turning away from him, you move to stand up but his hand around you pulls you back to his chest.
"C'mon Doll, I'm just playin," his voice has dropped to a mumble, as his lips press against your neck. You sigh leaning into him, relaxing.
"Why am I in your tent?" You question him as you finally realize the situation you're in.
"You don't remember?" He asks right back, raising one of his eyebrows.
"No..." Your voice trails off. Your face sets into a look of concentration trying to figure out what happened the night before. "We didn't...did we?" Your voice is timid and filled with uncertainty.
"No we didn't, but we can right now if you're interested," he tells you dragging his hand up your side, moving to grab your boob but you stop him before he can.
"Sorry Murphy, I'm not drunk enough to hook up with you."
"Trust me, it's more fun when you're sober." He whispers-- his mouth is right by your ear. Placing a kiss on the shell of it, he starts to litter more kisses on the side of your neck. You let yourself enjoy it for a few seconds before pulling away from him again.
"We should go out and help, that wall isn't gonna build itself," your words are half hearted. You really, really, wanted to stay in bed with him all day but you wouldn't allow yourself to. You were falling for Murphy, and that just couldn't happen. He didn't want to have a relationship with you he just wanted sex. And you were not in the business of getting your heart broken by him. So you sat up and started lacing up your boots that you had placed by the side of the bed last night.
"They're doing fine by themselves, just stay for a few more minutes." His hands started running up and down your back in soothing patterns.
"Murphy," your words were supposed to sound disapproving but instead it sounds like a sigh of encouragement, and he can feel you giving in. So he continues. His hands knead your shoulders, giving you a massage and some much needed relaxation. Making his way down your back rubbing the tense muscles he eased you back onto his bed so you were lying on your stomach.
"There ya go," he said when you let out a small moan as he worked out a knot on your lower back. His hands stopping their movement when he reaches right above the waistband of your pants.
"Do you want me to keep going?" His tone holds a hint of nervousness. The confident John Murphy is overtaken by his hidden caring side that seems to only show itself around you.
"Yes, please," you're enjoying this too much for him to end it now. Hands hover over your ass for a second before he grabs it refusing to stop the steady rhythm he started earlier. He savors the moment of having his hands on such a sacred place before continuing further down. Tiny sighs leave your lips while his hands rub you in all the right places. Once he finishes at your feet you glance back at him over your shoulder.
"Thank you." You roll over onto your back as he climbs over you, his hands are on either side of your head, you're trapped under his frame. But you really can't complain.
"Any time, I'm here to fulfill your needs."
God, the smirk on his face is infuriating, you just want to kiss it off of him. Before you can think about the consequences you collide your lips to his initiating a feverish kiss. Your hands are in his hair tugging him closer to you. He shifts his weight, his elbows are supporting him now causing his hips to press against yours. You slide your legs apart allowing him to rest between your legs and he takes that as a hint to roll his body into you. A whimper escapes your lips at the delicious friction he created. Breaking apart from the kiss you look into his stunning blue eyes, he's looking at you as if you were the most beautiful work of art in a museum and it's too much for you.
"Murphy, I can't do this," you say before he gets a chance to suck on your neck.
"Wait, what? What's wrong?" He stops everything searching for an answer in your eyes.
"I- I really like you, I don't want to be just another easy fuck for you." You lightly push him off you, so that you are both sitting up, your bodies facing each other. Your head is turned away from him, opting to stare at the side of the tent instead of his worried, confused gaze. You can't find anything else to say to him, and as the silence hangs awkwardly in the air he reaches out to gently grasp your face turning you so he can look you in the eyes.
"Y/N, I like you too." Your eyes widen as you look at him in disbelief. "I don't invite just any girl into my tent after giving her a lap dance."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really," he says as he gently runs his thumb across your cheek. Leaning into his soft embrace you take his words in soaking up his touch and open demeanor. You've never seen Murphy lay out his feelings, expose himself like this, allow himself to be vulnerable in front of somebody else. You feel warmth spread throughout your body, happy that he's this comfortable around you and you didn't even need to get him drunk to do it.
"Now can we get back to making out? I'm still hard, ya know," his words shatter the cute moment. All you can do is let out a long sigh before laughing.
"No, no we can't. But we can go out and help around camp. Then maybe tonight if you haven't been a complete asshole all day you might get a reward." You wink at him then quickly stand up, get dressed, and exit his tent all while Murphy let's out a loud groan annoyed that you're leaving him in the state he's in-- horny and now lonely.
