#john murphy

murphy grouses at your every movement, pinching your hip as you shift beneath him and his cock drags backward against your walls, the movement helped along as bellamy tweaks your clit and your cunt dribbles slick.

your legs twitch and close inward, stopped short on their journey as murphy wedges his pelvis between your legs with a grumble. he bends forward at the waist, nudging at your throat with that curved nose. you hiccup, half heartedly complaining, fingers splayed over his shoulders.

bellamy rolls his eyes, slipping out from beneath you to muscle in beside murphy, halting his movements.

TOBIAS "FOUR" EATON, MINHO, JOHN MURPHY, NEWT, BELLAMY BLAKE, PEETA MALLARK, FINNICK ODAIR, LIAM STEWART, THOMAS

⊹ it was usual for you to take training lessons with your friend bellamy, and he was more than willing to teach you. but what you didn't expect was his reaction when you refused to surrender.

⊹ violence (safe training), swearing, smut, unprotected sex, nsfw, bellamy x fem!reader.

"not here," bellamy murmured after you punched his hard left chest. instead, he pointed at the cavity between your breasts, "here."

you tried again, only to be kicked in your foot halfway, taking you to the ground.

"too distracted," he said, making you groan in annoyance. "imma give you a second chance. stand."

you look at him from the ground, his toned form towering you with all his aura, curled hair dripping sweat until droplets slide down his strong jawline.

his voice was rough, demanding. even if you were his bestfriend, he'd treat you like a soldier whenever he would teach you something. it's just the way he is. you stand quickly, exhaustion making your knees falter. you take away some hair from your sweaty face before returning to position, clenched fists in front of your face to defend yourself from his quick moves.

a deep breath, and you attacked again.

it was a good punch on his rib, you took advantage of a moment of vulnerability. then, one kick in the other rib, making him stagger. he groaned but responded quickly, grabbing your leg the moment you tried to give your last move, and took both of you to the ground.

he would finish you, but your competitive senses were loud even in your exhaustion. you gathered strength in your heels, rolling you two on the ground and taking advantage again.

your arms were around his neck, locking him in your grip.

"got it. say it, surrender," you murmured with triumph, your quick breath ghosting over his skin.

he tried one, two times, grabbing your heels around his waist as you held him from behind. he did it at the third, releasing himself from your grip and locking your arms behind your body with his knees keeping your legs spread. you mumbled something unsavory. was it his smell of the warmth of his body that got you so distracted it came to this?

"go on. say it," he panted out, lips casually brushing against your ear. "you used to be better at this."

"just... tired." you grumbled, breathing between gritted teeth. he laid you two down on the ground, pressing your face against the cold floor and causing you to gasp. he leaned closer to your face.

"come on, don't wanna spend all night here."

you sighed, hoping there was a way to change this situation. you didn't want to lose again. closing your eyes, you tried to think.

pherhaps if you lifted your heels just a bit up, you'd hit his balls. you moved it up and down, but bellamy quickly understood what you intended. he took one of his hands from the grip on your wrists, taking a hold of your hair and pulling your ponytail, making your head tilt back. you whine, face contorted in pain, but the heat in your tummy only got stronger.

"are we playing dirty now?" he murmured.

"the enemy would," you justified, and he only pulled your hair tightly.

"say. it."

you swallowed, cheeks flushed.

"i... surrender," you said. your head was pulled back so hard you could barely speak, words coming out strangled. he let go, making you fall weak on the floor again. you squirmed, rolling to your back, tired eyes watching as he crossed the room to grab two bottles of water. you were surprised to find strength to catch one in the air, your whole body sore after hours of training.

your cheeks were still flushed, and you almost contorted in embarrassment at the memory of how much you enjoyed his rough hands on you.

he sat down at your side and you watched his chest rise and fall quickly. he offered his hand, maybe he saw you were too tired to sit by yourself. but his grip was too strong, which made you raise an eyebrow. he smirked, leaning closer until he was sat at your lap. your bottle fell to the side and he grabbed your two wrists now, placing them on your chest, keeping you trapped.

"one more," he asked, looking at you with pleading eyes and a hint of amusement.

"no."

he growled, placing a kiss under your ear that made you shiver. his voice was hoarse.

"please." one kiss on your neck. you turned your face to the side, having a feeling that the next one would be at your lips. and you couldn't let him.

"no. bellamy..." you murmured in an warning tone.

things were getting different, and though he had already kissed your skin multiple times, it never made your body feel so warm. and he felt that.

"just one more," he purred, turning your face back at him, his eyes switching between your big rounded eyes and your beautiful lips. his brows lifted, making his forehead wrinkle behind all those pretty curls, "you have to get better at this."

"tomorrow." your words were getting weaker and weaker, a giggle escaping from your lips when he kissed your neck again. it wasn't your fighting teacher, it was only your best friend.

your sweet bellamy.

he smiled tenderly, sucking at the spot between your neck and your shoulder. you gasped, your back arching against the cold floor.

"bellamy..." you tried again, though you had no strength left in your body to fight his broad frame.

but he wasn't interested on another round anymore. his lips traveled over your neck, your collarbone, one of his hands playing with the straps of your tank top.

"bellamy."

he was lost already, his hands clinging to you like he needed to feel that you were really there, underneath him. and the heat in your body only grew, the pulsating between your legs beating painfully, your body naturally craving for his skilled hands to soothe you the way you've always dreamed of.

he bit your skin, making you giggle. you felt his lips curl against his skin.

"the hell are you doing? if someone gets in-"

he laughs.

"yeah, like they have every night we trained," he said, sarcastically. no one's ever got in. not this late.

"well, actually, i don't care if someone gets in because nothing will happen," you tried to sound convincing.

"fight me, then. just one more time. and i'll leave," he defied, brows raised in a wicked suggestion. you sighed, looking inside his eyes and trying to decide, between mind and heart, if you actually wanted him to stop, to leave your body there, untouched by the cold wind.

without a word, you made your decision. your head leaned back against the floor in surrender and his smirk only grew. your thighs rubbed together in an attempt to soothe the aching need between them.

bellamy leaned closer, still trapping you beneath him. he pressed his lips tenderly against yours, lingering there until he decided it was safe to move. he pulled back and pressed another kiss, his breathing now turning deeper, his nose rubbing against your cheek. you parted your lips, and he huffed a chuckle before taking the opportunity quickly and sliding his tongue inside your mouth gracefully.

he tasted you, savored your sweet taste for a deliciously long moment and sucked at your lower lip before pulling back.

"was that okay?" he purred, eyes shining at you.

"yes," you answered shyly, "do that again."

he smiled. there was nothing in the world that could make him feel better than the acknowledgment that he was being good to you, that he was the one to give you this kind of pleasure. it was the kind ot fantasy that ran trough his mind every night before his sleep.

"yes, ma'am."

he grabbed the back of your head to deepen the kiss, both hands releasing your wrists. both of you knew you'd never try to stop him now. both of your hands went to the back of his head, feeling the soft curls under your palms. it was surely one of your favorite things about him.

his kiss was demanding, always getting deeper and rougher, sucking and biting at your lips like a starving man. it made you quiver. wet sounds filled your ears, your breath quickening at every second. his fingers found the hem of your tactel shorts, not having trouble removing them since you lifted your hips almost instantly. quick exhales left his beautiful parted lips, and you felt your cheeks blush under the heavy feeling of his eyes taking you in. but it wasn't enough, he needed more.

craved for his bestfriend so much it felt almost unbearable to control himself, so eager to see if you would look just how he so often imagined.

you quickly realized it, not waiting for him to remove your tank top. you did it yourself. the sensation of the cold wind against your recently freed breasts making you shiver.

"fucking hell," he breathed out, air seeming to run away from his lungs. "so fucking beautiful. been waiting for this for so long."

he touched them, at first as if he thought it was a simple mirage. then, he squeezed them so tightly it made you gasp.

"tease," he mumbled, pinching at your nipple. you could feel the humidity pooling at your panties, he squeezed your breasts until the turned into red flesh between his fingers, "fucking tease."

you moaned, that tiny and pityful sound almost making him lose his mind. he smirks, using only one hand to sneak into your panties. he wouldn't let go of your beautiful breasts so soon. his middle finger slid down your soaked folds, easily opening for him.

he hummed in satisfaction, his purr turning into a growl.

"did you ever get this wet for me before?" he asked with a glint of cockiness in his eyes. you nodded shyly.

"you'd be surprised," your words only made his smile widen, and he dug his fingers deeper inside your cunt.

"i'm not, actually," he comment with a shrug. he'd sound nonchalant if you didn't know him so well. "could always guess when this cunt was wet for me. just didn't imagine it was this wet." he made you smile, and his finger curled so deep inside you that you clenched around him, and all he did was imagine how it would feel around his cock. "tight."

you whined when his thumb brused against your clit, hips lifting against his hand.

"please," you squirmed again, "let's just get on with this. need you so much it hurts," you said openly. he freed his cock with one hand, resentfully removing it from your breasts. he chose to keep rubbing our clit and stroked his hard cock slowly, pulling your panties to the side to focuse on your glistening pussy while that.

"just because we're in a hurry." he explained while positioning his tip at your entrance, "imma have my time with you later," it was a promise almost in a warning tone, dangerous and rough. but the words did nothing but fill you with anticipation.

"okay," you nodded, submitting easily, "okay."

"good," he looked down at you, kneeled between your legs. his lips parted as he moved in slowly rolled his hips and you gasped silently, cursing under your breath.

you could feel every inch of his cock entering you slowly, and bellamy growled as he felt your walls relent easily. you needed him so much, your warm pussy embraced his pulsating cock. he couldn't wait anymore, and his hips pulled back before dragging forward again

"fuck," you panted, knees unconsciously squeezing until you found his body between you. he noticed, holding your thighs and placing them behind his body, the position allowing him to sink even deeper inside you. you moaned loudly, almost too much. "fuck, bellamy-"

"'s that okay, baby?" he asked tenderly under his breath, rubbing your clit again so that you'd take him better. you couldn't speak, so you just nodded with the sweetest whines. your parted lips tried to mumble words, but the overwhelming feeling of his large cock coming in and out made the butterflies go crazy. "taking me so well. fucking shit. just like i thought you would."

you smile, biting your lip. "you shouldn't be thinking this kind of things."

"oh, but i do. a lot," he thrusted deeply, hitting a spot inside you that made you see stars. he growls as you clench your walls around him, the raw feeling of his dick filling you up would made the heat in your tummy grow at every second. the tightness made him growl, and he knew what that meant. he wanted to be slow, to feel every inch of your warm pussy in a delicious rythim, to work you up with his teasings, but he couldn't, not when he was so desperate, when he waited for this every single day since you landed on earth.

so he rolled his hips faster, finding a new angle that made you arch your back further against the floor. wet sounds filled the room, and he could swear he'd never seen someone this soaked before.

if filled him with pride.

"gonna take my time with you, next time," he murmured between gritted teeth, his tongue sliding on his lower lip, "remember that."

"bell..." you cried out when he circled your swelled clit, his other hand coming to the side of your face and stroking your sweaty scalp. you leaned against his palm, feeling the heat turning into a tension that spreaded all over your muscles, your face turning red, "fuck..."

his eyelids grew heavy at the feeling of your tightness, your cunt embracing his cock so sweetly.

"jesus, princess."

you looked up at him trough your watery eyelashes, swallowing hard at the sight. his wonderfully defined chest moved up and down, his eyes shutting as he tilted his head back. his black curls covered his eyes, and his dark skin was shining in sweat under the warm and weak light from the training room. his low, raspy sounds teared the way up to his throat. you were holding back till now. there was no way you wouldn't come at that vision.

you squirmed, your legs tigtened around his waist and he felt it, leaning down on your direction.

"'s okay, doll. 'm right here," he whispered against your ear, "come for me."

there was no going back from this point. the thick tension turned into a wave of release that relaxed your whole body, your cunt clenching around him in an almost inhuman way. your sweet sounds turned into cries, and you called for him when you reached your peak, his cock hitting your sweet spot several times in his own desperation. then you tried to breathe, hands falling to your sides in an attempt to take back your balance, to make sure you weren't floating in the space.

you were in the earth, in arkadia, and bellamy was still fucking you hard.

his sounds were louder now and he panted out mixed words before emptying himself inside you while you still came down from your own high, burying his head in the crook of your neck, his hand letting go of your clit to support his weight on the floor. "fuck. i love you."

"mhmm..." you whined, still dizzy, sore legs slowly falling to the ground and releasing him while he removed himself from your soaked center. he kissed your neck, putting his cock back inside his pants with a sigh.

he pulled your shorts back to your waist, reaching for your tank top and resentfully placing it on your arms, "here."

"thanks," you smiled weakly, an amused glint in your eyes.

your heart was still drumming violently on your chest, sweat rolling down your faces. he leaned to kiss your lips quickly, then pulled back after a quick kiss to your breasts before you put back your top. he helped you to sit, holding your hand.

and while you still fixed your clothes, the door opened. both of you looked at it quickly, eyes wide, and sinclair laughed.

"training hard, hm?" he gave what he thought it was a knowing smile, "that's the spirit."

he left after quickly taking something from a table, a devide surrounded by wires and these stuff. you two sat there, giggling like two idiots.

"hm... hey, bell?"

"what?"