-Warnings: smut, nsfw-
"I want everyone in this damn camp to know you're mine." Murphy growled between kissing your neck making you moan quietly. You loved it when Murphy was rough with you. It wasn't his regular go out and beat someone up rough though. He'd never actually hurt you, it was just down to the fact that when Murphy got rough and passionate: the sex was so so good.
He continued leaving hickys on your neck to show everyone in camp the next day exactly who's property you were. Swiftly, you began you unbuckle his belt and unbutton his trousers as he tore you vest top over your head ripping it ever so slightly. As he took your trousers off, his fingers moved down to your heat and he drew rough circles around your clit making you whine and moan for him.
"Murphy..." You groaned arching your back up in desperation for him.
"What was that?" He asked grinning slyly. "I didn't hear you."
"Murphy, fuck me please." You begged loudly as he thrust a finger inside of you and moved it in and out slowly making you wetter and wetter by the second.
"Better." He growled removing his boxers as you were in no fit state to do it for him anymore. He reattached his mouth to your neck and roughly thrust himself inside you making you cry out in ecstasy. He was big and gave you little time to adjust before moving in and out of you increasing the speed. But you didn't care. It was wonderful.
You moved your hands to his hair and began tugging it slightly and playing with it as his hands moved over to your breasts and began running his fingers over your nipples making you moan loudly. You could feel your orgasm approaching. It was getting closer and closer."FUCK. MURPHY!" You cried out not caring if anyone could hear you as you reached orgasm. It was like an explosion in your lower abdomen. You'd never felt it quite as much as you did then and, as he pulled out of you, you could see your legs trembling.
Both of you feeling incredibly satisfied lay down on the camp bed you shared and you fell asleep with his arms around you and your face buried in the crook of his neck.
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The next day, you woke up next to him and decided to get up and get dressed. He swiftly dressed and left promising to save you a seat at breakfast. You sat up and threw on you underwear and shirt which was sat on the end of the bed and put on your trousers which were on the floor next to you. You had one of the smallest tents out of everyone hence why you got camp bed privilages. So you crawled over to the entrance where there was little room to stand and poked your head out of the entrance on all fours. Looking out you could see your two best friends Monty and Jasper walking with Bellamy to where breakfast was being served.
"Hey guys," you called out to them. "Wait up." They walked over to you as you ungracefully crawled out of your tent.
"Heard you had fun last night." Jasper laughed as you looked up at him.
"What?" You asked.
"Don't deny it. The whole camp heard you yelling out Murphy's name last night. I'd be surprised if the grounders didn't." He chuckled winking at you.
You sat there blushing for a second and tried to stand up. As you got up, you found your legs collapsed underneath you and were too weak to get you back up again.
"Shit." You mumbled.
"Wow so you did have a good time last night." Monty chuckled as you sat on the ground glaring up at him. "I didn't realise it was that good." He added as the three boys laughed at you.
"Guys shut up. What do I do; I can't walk." You said angrily.
"Blame Murphy for that one." Bellamy laughed. You gave him a look of death and he stopped laughing and scooped you up bridal style in his arms. "Come on then. Let's find Murphy for you." He said carrying you over to where Murphy was sat as you blushed furiously and giggled slightly to yourself.
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One of my faves!
Author: anime-and-fandom-imagines
Lizz
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John Murphy | Imagines & Preferences
FanfictionImagines/Preferences for the lovely, John Murphy!! He is very underrated on Wattpad and I thought I'd create another book of imagines for him! Lots of these are from tumblr. Author is credited at the end of the imagine.