John Murphy (one shots)

Violent Behaviour

A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated in a bit, I've been super fucking busy :/
I've still got a lot of requests to go through so I'm sorry if it takes me a while. I might go on another one of my writing sprees lol

Anyway, Murphy x fem on the ring. Things get heated when they practice together.

Alsoooo, 15k readssssssss. Jeez, thank you

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: Smut, swearing, violence (???).

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I'm exhausted by everything on this damn ship. The food, the water, the work, everything. I think I might've snapped if my friends weren't here. They're basically all that's keeping me going, besides training every day. Kicking my best friends' asses feels better than it probably should.

I'm fighting Murphy at the moment, waiting for him to make the next move. He's already got a bruise on his cheek where I punched him and I can feel my arm start to get a little more sore. But I'm not giving up in this fight.

He lands a kick to my side but I punch him in the nose. I've always been quicker than him, kneeing his stomach and pushing him away from me. He isn't affected by my move, grabbing hold of my wrist and spinning me around so my back is against his front. I don't have much to do so I just struggle intensely. We eventually both fall to the ground with me on my stomach beneath him. My hands are pulled around my back as my cheek presses to the floor.

I hear Murphy chuckling in my ear. "Give up, girly. We both know I've beaten you."

I'm not the kind that gives up easily. Instead, I squirm and buck my shoulders against him. This doesn't exactly work, my face still presses against the floor and he still remains on top of me. I start to settle down a bit, sighing as my limbs go still.

"Chill out," he says quietly now. "I wanna hear you say it."

I frown, hating his sudden burst of ego. I'm typically a proud person, never wanting to admit when I've been defeated. But there's not much I can do right now when I'm laying directly underneath him.

I let out a very long breath. "I yield."

He laughs again, turning me over so I can look into his eyes. His hands still grasp my wrists, holding them beside my head as he looks down my frame. I can feel myself holding my breath, silently wondering what he's doing. He bites his lip, still examining me closely. I don't have much patience for this, arching my back so I'm pressed into him.

He releases a shaky breath, fingers digging into my hands. "You don't think this is...crazy?"

"Oh, I think it's crazy," I say, turning us over so I'm on top, "but I couldn't really give two shits right now."

He reaches up and grabs the back of my neck, kissing me hard and already pushing his hips up into mine. There's this need I've never really felt on this cursed ship, maybe it's my pent up horniness coming to the surface. A part of me just wants him inside me right now. There's really nothing else on my mind besides that. Luckily, I can tell he's thinking the exact same things as me.

My hands slide down his chest until my fingers touch his belt, unbuckling it easily. "This won't make things weird, will it?"

"I don't really wanna think about what might come from this," he says bluntly, making me gasp as he rests his palm on my pussy through my sweats. He grins at the reaction brought out of me. "I'd rather we just forget about the future for now. Just to see what'll happen."

I nod feverishly, connecting our lips once again as he unlaces my sweatpants and tugs at the hem. I pull away but just for a second so he can take them off my legs. His hands run down my calves once they're off, squeezing my skin gently. I take the time to pull off my shirt then unclasp my bra, throwing them both aside. I feel a kind of haze running through my body, making me take everything slower than I normally would.

Murphy's hands are at his belt already, pulling it out of the loops and tossing it away. I can't help but watch him with a sudden fascination, waiting to see what he'll do next. He sits up just enough so he can drag his shirt over his head, then slipping his thumbs under the hem of his jeans. He pushes them down his body and then takes his boxers off too. I take the opportunity to pull off my own underwear, squealing lightly as he grabs hold of my thighs and pulls me back to him. I sit up on my knees as he stays between my legs, looking up into my eyes seriously. I run my fingers through his hair, noticing the feel of his calloused hands running up and down my back.

"We really don't have to do this," he says quietly, so quietly that I think he might not want me to hear him.

I smirk, separating my legs slowly so that I'm lowered onto his dick. He slides into me without any issue, both our mouths opening in shock. I wasn't expecting him to fill me so perfectly, I honestly didn't even look at his size when he got undressed. But now I can tell that I probably should've prepared myself for this... bliss. There's no other way to describe it.

"Shit," I whisper in his ear, starting to bounce slowly.

His fingers dig into my skin, sliding me up and down a little harsher and faster. My breathing immediately quickens, fingers tugging at his hair. He presses his lips firmly to my bare shoulder, still moving me on his member. I'm trying my hardest to keep up my tough persona but it's starting to get difficult. He has me wrapped around his fucking finger. He knows it, and I definitely know it.

His lips travel down my chest, leaving marks as he goes. I start to moan, not too loud since I don't want to make his ego grow too much. But I pretty much lose it when his lips lock onto my nipple and he sucks hard. Then I start swearing loudly and throwing my head back. That definitely makes him more confident, his mouth turning up in a smile.

"Don't get too cocky," I breathe, frowning a bit as my hips rock back and forth.

He doesn't let it deter him, his teeth lightly grazing my skin which makes me scream out. I guess he realizes I might be getting too loud, pulling away and kissing me roughly to muffle my moans. There's that tightening in my stomach that I didn't realize I've missed so much. I can't lie, my fingers won't ever be able to beat this.

"You want to cum?" he asks in my ear, bringing a hand to my hair and pulling harshly so my head cranes back. "Cum then."

"Holy shit," I whisper as he kisses my neck aggressively. "Fucking hell."

"I know you want to," he mumbles, leaving bites and dark bruises on my skin.

I follow his order, letting that knot release and cumming all over his dick. He lets go as well, moaning gently against my neck. His hand releases my hair slowly as they both slide down my back. I stay silent and still, resting my head against his. He pulls his head back, looking into my eyes again.

"You're alright, yeah?" he asks, eyebrows raising as he makes sure.

I breathe a quiet laugh, pressing my forehead into his. "I'm fine. I just haven't experienced that in... a while, if I'm being honest."

"Well, I'm glad I could remind you how good it feels," he says, kissing me gently and holding me tightly.

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