Love-Hate || MURPHY x READER - Modern!AU, NSFW
Heeeeey guys! So here I am again, trying to post more frequently… :) This one became an alternative, modern-day, university universe, though the last bit is not that important. It is to be noted, however, that this one is a smut, meaning +18 content, although… Well, you know me. I’m not that graphic, I guess.
Based on these requests:
“[text]: You thought you could get away with that, didn’t you?” Prompt with Murphy please?
Anonymous asked: 94 John Murphy
“I could kiss you right now” with Murphy whenever you have the time would be great
“We can’t keep doing this.” And “Eat me” fro John Murphy I’ve been obsessed with him Recently
“It’s not a double date, we are just third and fourth wheeling” is awesome, with Murphy please?
Yeah, I may have included a lot of requests in this one, but they worked together so well…
Word count: almost 3,800
Warnings: sexual themes, bad language
Have fun reading! :D
Jasper and Maya were the cutest thing ever.
Like, literally. Their photos would be sent to a baby seal by a baby doggy, squeaking over their cuteness. Both of them were sweet to the bone, getting all flushed and giggly and awkward around each other. Personally, I wasn’t very fond of relationships, not a ‘shipper’ as some would say but even I thought that Maya’s honeyed caring completed Jasper’s funny goofiness heavenly.
The only problem was – neither of them dared to make the first step, and they were driving us mad. I’ve known Jasper since Elementary, he was my best friend, and now as we were at university, we were renting an apartment together, which meant I was bombarded with his rambling about how pretty and smart and cute and fantastic Maya was, and how utterly frightened Jasper felt about asking her out on a date.
“If you’re so afraid, then cover it up with something,” I sighed one night, getting more and more annoyed. I loved Jasper, I really did, but I was trying to do something on my laptop and he just wouldn’t stop talking.
“What do you mean?” he looked up from biting his nails anxiously, his thumb still in his mouth.
“Dunno. If you’re afraid of her saying no…”
“No, I’m afraid she’ll say yes!”
“I mean… What if I’ll go out with her to a restaurant or something, and I’ll get nervous and do something really awkward and mess it all up?”
“Then ask someone to go with you as well. You know, if there are more people, it’ll seem like a friendly gathering, and maybe you won’t screw up, either.”
So this is how I ended up in front of the cinema, out there, shivering in the cold, and giving my death-glare to Jonathan Murphy. The bastard smirked at me and took his cigarette into his mouth.