The 100 imagines

The First Time Is Always The Loudest // John Murphy (Smut)

It's your first time, and it's with Murphy. This could go so many different ways honestly, but let's just assume that he really enjoys making his partner feel amazinggg

You're on the ring, everyone's planning for the drop down to Earth, but you and Murphy were worried about something different

IN THIS IMAGINE, MURPHY STILL LIKES TO STAY BY HIMSELF

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Murphy grabbed your hand after Bellamy dismissed the meeting, and pulled you towards the back of the ring, towards his room.

The two of you had spent the last few years together in Murphy's room, getting to know each other more and more, until you knew everything about each other.

You were the only person he would let in, the only person he wanted to see. Murphy was rough these days, his emotions roller coastered from amazing ups to tragic downs, all in the span of minutes. You pulled him out of his spells, and helped him learn how to breathe again.

After the fourth year, the two of you were basically an item. Kinda. Maybe. Random kisses here and there, it seemed like nothing more than something to hold on to for Murphy.

Murphy dragged you into his room, and locked the door behind him. You sat on his bed, trying to figure out what was so urgent that he needed you right then and there.

"Remember when we talked about things we have and haven't done?"

"Yes Murphy."

"Do you remember what you hadn't done and I had done?"

"Yeah, sex. What does this have to do with anything Murphy? Aren't you excited about going back down?" We get to live all over agai-"

Murphy smashed his lips into yours and grabbed your waist, pulling you into him. It took you a second to kiss back, but once you started you didn't want to stop.

Murphy pulled away, and pulled your shirt away, then lifted his off.

"The first time is always the loudest, you still okay with this? Do you want me to be your first?"

You nodded, unhooking your bra and letting it fall to the floor. Murphy looked at you, then touched your breasts, so soft as if he thought he would break you if he was too rough. Instead of waiting for him to take control, you pushed him on the bed and climbed on top of him.

He laid under you and smiled as you took your hair down.

"You're body's beautiful."

You moved your hips against him, trying to get some friction through the articles of clothing separating you.

It wasn't enough.

Murphy flipped you over and pulled your pants away, he placed a kiss on your head, then moved down. He kissed over your breasts and stomach, then pulled your panties away with his teeth.

His fingers hit your heat, rubbing circles on your clit then dipping inside of you.

You leaned your head back into the pillow and grabbed the sheet with one hand and his hair with the other.

"Please Murphy."

He dipped his tongue in, and you became lost in the pleasure of Murphy's mouth and his fingers. You let out tiny moans.

"Louder."

The air from Murphy's whisper hit you and your back arched as you let out a louder moan.

"I said louder."

His fingers curled deeper inside of you, and you let out another moan.

Murphy moved your hand away from his hair and placed it on your breast.

You squeezed and fondled while he used his tongue.

"Fuck Y/N."

That was enough for you to scream his name out, you gripped the sheets while you screamed.

Murphy's head came up, his chin glistening with the taste of you all over him. You kissed him and smiled.

"Are you ready?"

You nodded and waited for the jolt of pain, and when it happened he planted a kiss on your lips trying to calm you down. He entered you easily, but waited for you to get used to him.

"Ready?"

You nodded as he started thrusting.

Profanities and loud moans fell off of your lips after you got used to him, and your eyes fell on his.

You watched eachother, his sweat falling and his hair waving.

One of his hands held yours, pushing you into the bed. His other hand was pushing your hair out of your face as he mumbled about how beautiful you were, how special you were, how no one else made him feel the way you did.

Your moans kept getting louder and louder until eventually you reached you high, you let out a scream that probably could've been heard on Earth if anyone was still there.

Murphy finished after you, then pulled away. He pulled the covers over the both of you, then nuzzled his head into your neck, planting little kisses here and there.

"Was that good for your first?"

"Is that how it feels every time?"

"Not always."

Before you could finish your conversation, a knock at the door echoed through the room, Bellamy on the other side.

"Do you guys plan on joining us on our trip back to earth, or are you guys gonna spend forever doing this?"