Pairing: John Murphy x reader Request: lowkey? s/o said to make a part 2 so here I am Warnings: implication of smut at the end Word count: 662
You yawned and rolled over in bed, coming
face to face with Murphy’s chest, and the memories of last night came flooding
back. How gentle he had been, and how …caring? You were pretty sure that wasn’t
a word that had ever been used to describe the boy before. But now it seemed to
fit perfectly, even if you were the only one who knew that it did. Murphy
mumbled something in his sleep and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you
closer. You smiled into his chest and was drifting back to sleep when there was
a voice in your ear.
“Good morning, princess.” Murphy’s morning
voice was raspy and undeniably attractive.
“Good morning …John,” You tried out, seeing
how the name felt on your tongue. Murphy raised his eyebrows and smirked at the
use of his first name. “I still hate you for stealing my blankets, by the way.”
He laughed, kissing the top of your head.
“I’m sure you do.”
That day, when you were helping Clarke,
every time you saw or thought of Murphy you couldn’t help but smile, and
eventually Clarke’s curiosity got the better of her. “Okay, spill,” She said.
“You’ve been smiling nonstop all day and although I’m not complaining, I would
have expected something else after being forced to share a tent with Murphy.”
You blushed and half an hour later, you had told her everything. “I’m happy for
you, Y/N,” She smiled. “But be careful, yeah? We all know he doesn’t have the
“None of us do, Clarke,” You reminded her.
“That’s why we’re the ones down here.”
The rest of the day proceeded pretty
uneventfully, and you couldn’t help but find yourself looking forward to night
time. But worry began to seep into your thoughts. What if it was a joke? What
if tonight he changed his mind? What if-
Your thoughts were interrupted when you
collided with a familiar figure. “Oh hey, princess. You should probably watch where
you’re going.” Murphy smirked and leant down to whisper in your ear. “I’m
looking forward to tonight, by the way.” And just like that, he was gone,
leaving you blushing in his wake. Nightfall couldn’t come quick enough.
When it did, you were a bundle of nerves.
You caught Murphy’s eye across the campfire and he looked towards the tent. You
nodded, stifling a yawn. Standing up, you made your way over to the tent. Once
inside, you sat down on your bed. Murphy entered a couple minutes later, and
suddenly you had absolutely no idea what to say or do. “What’s wrong, princess?
Cat got your tongue?” He nudged you, smiling. Suddenly he knelt down to your
level, taking your face in his hands. “Hey, Y/N? I like you. A lot.” He
“I like you too, John. A lot.” You blushed,
hiding your face in your hands.
He laughed, moving your hands away. “I had
hoped so, after last night.” And suddenly his lips were on yours, a soft warmth
spreading through your body. He bit down gently on your bottom lip and you
gasped at the feeling, and he smirked against your lips. His hands found your
waist and yours were tangled up in his hair, pulling each other closer. You
broke apart entirely too soon, and you whined at the loss of contact.
“Easy, princess. It’s late.” He reminded
you, and you rolled your eyes.
“Ugh, fine.” You watched as Murphy took his
shirt off, his torso muscled but slender. He handed the shirt to you, and you
slowly removed your day clothes teasingly. Murphy grabbed your hips and pulled
“Princess, if you carry on like that then
we won’t get any sleep.” He growled, his hands roaming up and down your body.
“That’s not necessarily a bad thing though,
is it?” You smirked, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.
Let’s just say the both of you were very tired
the next day.