#ren posts

Wanted to draw something for ZoraMay of my bby girl Nerissa<33 I'm a bit mixed about this one because some frustrations I had got the better of me- but felt like it'd be a shame nooot to post it.

After screwing her stupid Murphy's like "you're mine now."

𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑫 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑴

A/N: here you go lovely! <3333 I hope you love it.

Warnings: smut, corruption kink, virgin!reader, slight bullying/teasing, dirty talk, rough sex, breeding implications, possessive Murphy, creampie, marking (hickeys/biting), storm/acid rain mention (isolation trope).

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The sky split open in green lightning, the crack of thunder nearly swallowing your gasp as Murphy shoved you into the old shack just before the acid rain began to fall. The rotten wood groaned under the sudden assault, but it held.

“Great,” Murphy huffed, kicking the door shut behind him and bracing it with his back. His hair was plastered damp to his forehead, his sharp eyes gleaming in the dim light. “Guess it’s you and me, princess. Alone. For hours.”

You folded your arms tight, trying not to show how flustered you were. “Better than dying out there.”

Murphy smirked, stepping closer until you felt the heat radiating off him. “Depends who you ask.” His tone dripped with mockery. “Could be worse though—at least you’ve got me to keep you entertained.”

Your stomach twisted. He’d been teasing you since you hit the ground, always calling you “princess,” always smirking like he knew how badly he got under your skin. But now, with the storm raging outside, you had nowhere to run from him.

Murphy noticed your silence, his grin widening. “What’s wrong? Don’t like being stuck with me? Or are you afraid of what we might do to… pass the time?”

You scoffed, cheeks heating. “Don’t be gross.”

“Oh, I’m not being gross,” Murphy drawled, crowding you back until your shoulders bumped the wall. “I’m being honest. We’ve got hours. Nothing to do. No one to interrupt.” He leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “Bet you’ve thought about it.”

Your breath caught, your pulse racing. “I haven’t.”

That only made him chuckle darkly. “Liar.” His eyes flicked down your body before snapping back up to your face. “Unless…” He tilted his head, studying you. “Wait. Don’t tell me…” His grin went razor-sharp. “You’re a virgin.”

Your stomach dropped. You froze. That tiny, flickering pause gave you away.

Murphy’s jaw slackened, then his grin turned wicked. “Holy shit. You are, aren’t you?” His voice dipped lower, husky with disbelief. “Haven’t even been kissed yet, princess?”

You turned your face away, embarrassed. “Murphy—”

“Fuck.” His laugh was low and incredulous, his hand sliding up the wall beside your head. “That is… delicious.” His smirk sharpened. “Here I was, thinking you were just playing hard to get. Turns out you’re all sweet and untouched. Waiting for someone to ruin you.”

You swallowed hard. “Don’t—”

“Don’t what?” Murphy’s voice was a growl now, his thumb brushing your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t talk about how badly I want to be your first? Don’t tell you how fucking hot it is that no one’s had you yet? That the first time you moan, the first time you beg, the first time you scream someone’s name—it’s gonna be me?”

Your knees nearly buckled at his words. “Murphy…”

He groaned, kissing you hard before you could say more. His mouth was demanding, filthy, everything your innocent imagination hadn’t dared to picture. His tongue slid against yours, pulling a breathless sound from your throat.

“Fuck, that’s your first kiss, isn’t it?” Murphy muttered, lips dragging to your neck. “Christ, I can feel you shaking. You’re mine now, princess. All mine.”

His hands gripped your hips, pulling you against the hard line of his body. You gasped, the evidence of his arousal pressing into you making your head spin.

“Tell me to stop,” he rasped, his forehead resting against yours. “If you want me to, I will. But if you don’t…” His hand slipped down to your thigh, squeezing hard. “…I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

You whimpered. “Don’t stop.”

That was all he needed.

Murphy’s hand shoved into your pants, fingers finding you wet and needy. He cursed, his teeth biting into your shoulder. “You’re soaked. Fuck. Little virgin pussy aching for me already.”

Your head tipped back against the wall as his fingers teased your clit. The storm outside was nothing compared to the thunder in your chest, the lightning in your veins.

“Murphy—” you gasped, clinging to him.

“Say it.” His lips dragged against your ear. “Say you’re mine.”

You were too far gone to resist. “I’m yours—”

He groaned like the words undid him. His pants were down in seconds, and then he was pressing against you, lining up at your entrance. “Gonna hurt for a second, princess. But fuck, you’ll thank me after.”

And then he thrusts in.

Your cry was swallowed by his mouth, his tongue sliding deep as he bottomed out in one rough stroke. The sting had you trembling, but his hand was already on your clit, soothing, coaxing.

“Shit,” Murphy hissed, buried to the hilt. “So fucking tight. Can barely move. Perfect little virgin cunt squeezing me like it was made for me.”

Tears blurred your eyes, but the pleasure was sparking fast, drowning out the ache. You clung to him as he began to move, each thrust harder, deeper, filthier.

“Look at you,” he groaned, kissing you hard. “First time, and you’re already cock-drunk. Bet no one else could ever fuck you like this. Bet you’ll never want anyone else.”

The pressure built fast, his dirty words fueling the fire until you were crying out, nails digging into his shoulders.

“That’s it, princess. Cum for me. Cum on your first cock.”

You shattered around him, your body clenching so tight he swore viciously, driving into you harder until he spilled inside you with a broken groan.

He collapsed against you, panting, his teeth sinking into your neck as if to mark you.

“You’re mine now,” Murphy whispered fiercely, voice wrecked. “No one else is ever gonna touch you. You hear me? You belong to me.”

The storm raged outside, but in that little shack, Murphy had already claimed you—body and soul.

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