#johnmurphyxreader

It was a nice night to have a bonfire. The stars were shining brightly across the dark blue sky, and the wind blew softly through the thick, dense forest. The air was thin and cold thanks to the breeze it wasn't so hot outside, which made you sigh happily. The only heat provided was the warmth that came from the flames of the fire that sat in front of you. The heat touched your skin, leaving behind a small burning sensation as the breeze shifted, turning the flames away from you where you sat on a thick log. You reached out in front of you, grabbing your small cup of water. You brought the metal container to your lips, sighing in content as the cold liquid swiftly moved down your throat and into your stomach, quenching your thirst. Unlike the others here, who were too busy drinking moonshine, grinding against each other, or yelling and screaming as they sang along to songs that played from a radio Raven had fixed up. You were busy keeping warm by the fire, your empty cup still grasped in your right hand. You weren't one for parties. Well, the drinking and screaming part of it anyway. You didn't mind dancing if it was with your friends or someone you cared for. You didn't mind the big groups of people that would gather in one spot. What you didn't like was the loudness that came with it, the grinding and the running-off-to-have-sex-with-some-random-guy aspect. However, you couldn't really escape these parties. The 100 delinquents had made it to earth, where they could survive. Where they could live their lives and not be trapped in a cage as convicts anymore. That was weeks ago, though, and bonfire parties like these were held almost every night since the first one, which messed with your sleep. Oh, there's another reason why you didn't like parties. You couldn't wonder out into the woods to drown out the loud noise, either, or you'd risk being killed by grounders. Your e/c orbs stared out at the clearing nearby, watching a group of horny teenagers swallow cup after cup of moonshine and grind against one another to the music coming from the small radio. You didn't think music would even work down here, but you had watched Raven as she worked on the radio, not stopping till some song played from the small, square box. Your eyes lit up once she fixed it, amazed at her talent and skill for that kind of thing. However, your joy for the small device was short-lived when the radio became the center of the noise that you heard almost every night. You were actually surprised that Bellamy, your boyfriend, hadn't put an end to it yet, as it could attract unwanted company. You shook your head, swallowing the lump in your throat, turning your head around to look back into the bright orange flames. You watched them dance against the night air—the orange glow was captivating, catching all of your attention as the sparks flew up into the sky for a split second before disappearing. "Hey, baby...." A quiet voice sounded somewhere next to you. You ignored it, assuming it was another drunk trying to shoot his shot with you. It wouldn't be the first that's approached you tonight. "Earth to You" this time, the voice was louder, shaking you from your dazed state and back into reality. You looked up, a small, gentle smile making its way onto your face, as Bellamy sat on the log next to you. He wrapped an arm around your waist and, out of instinct, you rested your head on his broad, muscular shoulder. He placed a quick kiss on the top of your head, rubbing his arm up and down your exposed one. "m'sorry, I didn't notice it was you." You mumbled, moving your legs so they rested on top of Bellamy's thigh. He let out a deep chuckle in response, his voice making your heart melt as he spoke. "It's alright-" He whispered, chugging down the rest of whatever liquid was in his cup. "-I was actually coming to get you. I wanted to head to bed. I'm tired of all the noise." He grumbled out, using his right hand to intertwine it with your left one. "And, I missed my girl." He added, grinning from ear to ear when you hid your face in his shoulder at his words. "Mmm.. Alright. But only if you carry me there." You teased kissing his nose softly, loving how it scrunched up whenever you did that. He smiled, huffing out a quick 'okay' before scooping you up in his arms bridal style and marching to your shared tent. Your tent was on the other side of the camp, which was great for you and him. It meant that the noise of the others would be drowned out, just a quiet noise in the background as you and Bellamy snuggled up together in bed, falling asleep in each others arms. As Bellamy walked into the tent, he placed feather-like kisses on your jaw, earning a small giggle from you. He smiled at you, placing you down on the ground in front of him as he gazed into your eyes with his own loving chocolate-brown ones. You offered him a small smile as you turned around, removing your jacket off your body and walking over to an empty create, making sure you swung your hips in a teasing manner as you did. You grabbed a tank top that was resting on the empty supply create. You slid off your t-shirt soon, replacing it with the thin tank top. You could feel Bellamy's stare on you as you slid off your shorts, leaving you in nothing but your tank top and underwear as you climbed into the makeshift bed. "You going to keep staring or join me?" You teased, giving him a small smirk as you propped yourself up on your forearm for support. You patted the empty place on the cot, signaling for him to join you. He let out a soft laugh, taking off his navy blue t-shirt in one swift motion. You couldn't help but let your eyes run over his bare chest. Studying every curve and crease, starting from his waist all the way up to his neck. You blushed at how tan he was, at how defined his abs were, and how his muscular biceps flexed when they reached down to take off his belt. To say Bellamy Blake wasn't attractive would be a lie—every girl wished they could be you. Wrapped up in his big, strong, tan arms as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. Holding you still while the two of you make sweet love together. It was something every girl wanted. It was something every girl dreamt of. But you? if you saw more than just his amazingly good looks and charm. That's one of the many reasons why Bellamy fell in love with you. "You're staring again, babe." He snickered, removing his heavy black combat jeans that he wore constantly, leaving him in nothing but his boxers as he joined you on the cot. He lifted the thin blankets up, sliding himself under them as he wrapped an arm around your body, pulling you in by the waist. You pressed yourself against his chest, both of your bodies burning from the skin-on-skin contact. He rested his head on the one pillow you shared, gazing up into your eyes as you closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips together in a passionate kiss. Your lips molded together, chests pressed against one another as your tongues battled for dominance. You held each other close as you pulled away for air, resting your forehead against Bellamy's, taking in a deep breath. You placed your hand in his hair, running your fingers through it and massaging his scalp. A soft groan left his parted lips, his eyes fluttering shut at your touch. "Mmm.. That feels good princess." He muttered his own hands, rubbing up and down your back soothingly. You moved your head down to his face, placing sweet, delicate kisses on his cheeks and jawline while your fingers continued to massage his scalp. You covered him in kisses, his body completely coming undone by your touch. "You're so good to me.." He uttered, sighing contently as one of your hands moved down to rest on his exposed chest. You placed one last lingering kiss on his jawline before sitting. Back up next to him, your hand rubbing down his chest as you moved. You traced his muscles with your index finger, occasionally rubbing over a small scar. His hand reached up to rub your arm once more. He gave you a soft smile as he gazed at you, admiring your beauty. "You're so beautiful.." He whispered, reaching his hand up to move your hair out of your face. Your cheeks grew red at his words and butterflies flew around your stomach as he sat up, cupping your face with his right hand. You smiled at him as he pecked your lips softly, his thumb rubbing against your cheek bone. "Here... Lay down on your stomach for me." You did as he said, slowly moving onto your stomach with your arms propped underneath your head for support. A sudden weight felt on your butt. You peeked open an eye to look behind you to see Bellamy sitting on your butt, careful not to put all of his weight on you. His warm hands pushed your tank top up your back, rubbing over your shoulders as they fell back down onto your waist. you hummed in content as his large, warm hands made contact with your skin, his fingers pressing into the curve of your back with just the perfect amount of pressure. He started at your lower back, pressing into it as he worked his way up the sides of your spine, then between your shoulder blades and the base of your neck. It felt amazing the way his hands worked their magic over your sore back, relieving the knots that had formed form, bending over and lugging around heavy materials. "Bell..." You moaned out. His hands continued to press into your back more, applying more pressure as you got used to his hands. He massaged your back for a good fifteen minutes, making sure to rub at the knots to release any tension that might cause you pain. You rolled over onto your side when he was done, raising your head slightly to give him a sweet, passionate kiss as a thank you. He kissed you back, cupping your face once more with his hand. You two stayed like that for a little while longer, enjoying the silence as you two fell asleep next to each other.