A/N: the title pretty much says it all 😂. John can't sleep so he turns to her for a distraction/tiring activity.
⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️ : smut, oral, swearing.
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I'm stirring from sleep, shifting a little as I keep my position. I stay on my stomach, cheek moving against the pillow. What woke me? That's when I feel lips on the back of my neck as fingers brush my hair aside. I moan a bit, eyes remaining shut since I'm pretty exhausted.
"Mmm," I hum, shifting again. "What time is it?"
"It's late," Murphy responds, hand travelling down my back. "I can't sleep. You mind tiring me out?"
I smile softly. "As long as you do all the work."
He breathes down my neck, sending chills through my body. His lips trail down to my shoulder as he moves to lay on top of me. He's never been one for wasting time. He plants his lips on my jawline then my cheek. I hum a moan as he bites my earlobe.
"Fuck," he whispers.
I clutch the sheets between my fingers to combat the feeling of him sliding into me. I fell asleep naked so there's nothing keeping him from me. He always fills me so perfectly. Now he's started to thrust in and out. It takes all I have not to cry out in pleasure and open my eyes. Without a second thought, I spread my legs out.
"That's it," he praises, kissing my temple. "Spread your legs for me."
"John," I moan, a sound catching in my throat.
"Yes, pet?" he wonders, hitting my spot.
I cry out. "Don't stop."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he says, picking up his pace.
My hands reach for something to hold onto and I feel the edge of the mattress. I dig my nails into it, holding on desperately as he pounds into me. One of his hands laces itself into mine as the other traces patterns down my back. He knows what that does to me. My hips move forward but he pulls them back so he has more access.
"Not so fast, doll," he says next to my ear. "I want you to cum all over me."
I let out a moan, trying to move my hand but unsuccessfully. His grip is too strong for me to break. My other hand flies off the edge of the mattress but he gets there before I can use it to do anything. He takes it by the wrist and pulls my other hand over my head. He holds them there with one hand while the other travels along my waist and then my stomach. I'm not sure what he's doing before I feel his finger brush against my folds. I can't help but gasp, arching my back. He starts to run a fingertip over me along with his constant thrusting. It's enough to drive me over the edge. I let myself cum.
With the cry that comes with it, my muscles relax a bit. Though not for long since he still pistons in and out of me. His finger moves faster over my clit, forcing a moan from me. I absently feel his lips on the back of my head.
"Thank you, pet," he whispers before I feel him burst inside me.
It's enough to make me cum too, which I do. My breathing keeps its rapid pace as I try to calm myself down a little. It's useless though. He's made a mess of me. His lips are brushing against my shoulder as he says things. I don't catch a lot of them since I'm still recovering but I think he uses a lot of his nicknames for me.
"Can I eat you out?" he whispers in my ear.
My eyebrows furrow a bit. "Why?"
He kisses my temple. "I want to make you cum again, I'm not sure why. You just always taste so good."
I take a deep breath, nodding a little.
Even though my eyes are still shut, I know he's probably grinning. His lips go to the back of my neck as he slowly makes his way down my body. Lips on my shoulder blade, my spine, my ribs, the small of my back. A breath hitches in my throat as he slaps my ass. Like I said, he isn't one to waste time.
His lips are on my dripping wet pussy. I grit my teeth at the feeling, enclosing whatever I can in my hands. He licks up my folds, forcing tremors into my body. His fingers trail down my legs slowly as he sucks on my clit. I can't help the feeling approaching. He must notice that I'm close because he digs his fingertips into my skin and rocks my clit between his teeth. With that, I let myself go, cumming with a loud shout.
He cleans me off quickly before moving to lay beside me. His arms wrap around my body as he pulls my back against his front. I feel his chin on my shoulder so I open my eyes. When I look over at him, he's smiling wide.
"Thanks, doll," he says quietly, kissing me.
I pull away, smiling back. "I'm the one who should be thanking you."
He grins, shifting so that my head falls to look forward. "Get some rest. It's late."
"Are you tired out?" I wonder, shutting my eyes and yawning a little.
"Definitely."
"You never said why you couldn't sleep," I point out, running fingers along his arms around my waist.
"Don't worry about that right now. I'll tell you in the morning," he promises, sighing in my ear.
Something tells me he won't be telling me in the morning. He's a very closed off person. I'd keep pushing but he sounds tired and honestly, I am too. If he doesn't tell me in the morning, I'll make him tell me. Sounds like a good enough plan.
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