#murphy mcnully smut

[talesoftheesun]

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[lifeofkaze]

Black Velvet

Murphy McNully x Katriona Cassiopeia

A/N: Good things come to those who wait, right? 😅 Haha, kidding, not gonna lie, I'm a little ashamed that it took me almost (for actually?) half a year to come through with my promised Murtriona smut in exchange for the last smut piece my wonderful wifey put together for me. But if I promise something I come through with it, even if it might take a while. So, @kc-and-oc here you go, enjoy 💛💙 Katriona Cassiopeia and the anniversary headcanons obviously belong to @kc-and-oc

Warning: PURE AND FITHLY SMUT (with a hint of fluff but shhhh). If you're under 18 or do not feel comfortable with smut, DO NOT READ. All featured characters are of age and consenting.

As far as Murphy was concerned, the day couldn’t have started better.

His wife Katriona and he had arrived in Italy just in time to witness the beautiful sunrise over the Amalfi coast.

The sea air in Italy smelled different than it did back home, Murphy thought to herself as they sipped on an espresso as black as the night on the huge balcony of the chalet KC had booked for their weekend getaway to celebrate their wedding anniversary.

It smelled like warm sand, sunlight, good food and wine, and an undisturbed few days with the love of his life.

They spent the day mostly outside, exploring the little Italian fishing village with its romantic, winding streets, only returning home when the sun had already begun sinking below the horizon.

Murphy had been enjoying his day, having caught maybe just a little too much wine and sun; he felt deliciously exhausted, but he was looking forward to giving KC her anniversary gift.

Each year they tried trumping each other in finding the most hilarious gift for the other, and this year, Murphy was quite confident in his choice - a gigantic coffee mug in the shape of his favourite chess piece, the white queen.

Somehow, KC didn’t seem to share his good mood anymore, however; attentive as always, Murphy hadn’t failed to notice that she had gone more and more quiet as the evening drew on. She was looking out over the waves beneath their balcony, turning the thin stem of her wine glass between her fingers.

“Your rate of words per minute has been steadily decreasing since we came back, my love,” Murphy said softly and leaned forward to take her hand into his. “Do you want to tell me what’s bothering you?”

KC tore her eyes away from the sea and a fleeting smile flickered over her face.

“It’s nothing,” she said, emptied her glass and stood up.

“Come inside,” she smiled and walked past Murphy, running her hand over his shoulder as she passed him, “I have a surprise for you.”

She led Murphy into the bathroom and turned on the taps on the big copper bathtub.

“Why don’t you go have a bath?” she said and kissed Murphy’s cheek. “The day has been exhausting, and I want you to relax.”

She turned from him, but Murphy caught her wrist and pulled her into his lap.

“I know a perfect way to relax,” he smirked and kissed his wife, drinking in the smell of sunlight on her skin and the taste of white wine on her lips.

But to his surprise, KC gently pushed him away and stood up again.

“Go and have your bath,” she said and walked out of the bathroom door, looking at him over her shoulder. “You’ll get your surprise afterwards.”

Confused by her rejection, Murphy pushed himself out of his wheelchair and into the scalding hot water. He hadn’t wanted to admit it, but the heat worked wonders on the tense muscles in his arms and shoulders.

KC must have known how exhausting a full day of exploring would be for him, and Murphy smiled to himself as he sank deeper into the fragrant water; she always knew what he needed.

When Murphy returned to their bedroom, the sun had almost gone down, plunging the room into twilight.

KC had shut the curtains except for the ones in front of the winged doors leading onto the balcony; the last rays of sun were shining in her back, turning her red hair into a mane of molten fire.

She was leaning against the doorframe facing him, wearing nothing but a silk robe and long, black velvet gloves; the sight took Murphy’s breath away.

“I like this surprise already,” he chuckled, his voice deep in his throat.

He pushed his wheelchair over to the window to draw his wife into his lap again, but she quickly sidestepped him, and laid a gentle hand onto his cheek.

She leaned in and kissed him, quick, but full of passion and promise; when she pulled away, Murphy’s head was spinning.

“Enjoy the show,” she whispered, before stepping out of his reach.

She closed the curtains with a quick motion, leaving only the flickering life of the candles she’d lit to illuminate the room. At the same moment, seemingly out of nowhere, a slow, compelling melody began to play.

Murphy’s eyes widened as KC slowly started moving to the music, her hands travelling up and down her silk robe at a painfully languid pace.

Her gaze was cast to the ground at first, as if she was gathering her courage, but when more and more instruments added to the melody, she raised her eyes and locked them with Murphy’s; the look in them was intense, enticing, and Murphy found the collar of his shirt suddenly too tight.

KC’s hands wandered up her bare thighs, slightly lifting the hem of her robe, and Murphy couldn’t avert his eyes. She reached for the knot keeping her silk robe together and very slowly pulled it open.

When the silk fell down from her pale shoulders, Murphy’s breath caught in his throat.

KC was wearing a stunning set of sapphire lingerie, one he’d never seen before. It hugged and accentuated her curves just right, and was the exact shade of blue of her eyes, which gleamed in the soft light of the candles.

She slowly walked over to him, her silk robe puddling all forgotten on the floor, but Murphy couldn’t care less. The bronze heels she was wearing elongated the legs Murphy loved so much, and were clicking on the stone floor in time with the beat of the music.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her, neither from the small heart-shaped scar on her thigh he’d kissed so often - but never often enough - nor from her swaying hips that made Murphy swallow in anticipation.

KC walked around him, her hand travelling along his shoulders, the ends of her hair brushing against the bare skin of his arms and neck.

The music had increased in pace, the singer’s voice dark and husky in Murphy’s ears, and KC stood in front of him again. She brought one of her gloved hands to her mouth and caught the black velvet on her middle finger with her teeth.

She pulled the glove off very slowly, her eyes fixed on Murphy. She leaned forward, loping the velvet glove around the back of his neck; it felt warm and soft on his skin, and Murphy shuddered as KC pulled on it slightly to draw him in, a direction he was only too eager to follow.

He could smell her perfume and feel her breath on his lips, but before Murphy had the chance to kiss her, the music did a sudden turn, and so did KC.

She turned around in time with the music, the heels over her shoes gliding over the floor. She buried her hands in her flaming red curls and raised her arms, giving Murphy a perfect view of her backside.

The way she moved her hips left and right in fluent motions was almost too much for Murphy to bear, and when she bent forward, shooting a cheeky glance over her shoulder, he couldn’t resist any longer.

He laid his hands on her perfectly rounded hips and turned her around, pulling her into his lap. Her skin felt hot to the touch, like the fire of her hair was running through her veins as well, and when he kissed her this time, KC straddled him and kissed him back.

Her tongue brushed over his lips and Murphy opened them for her willingly, all of his senses completely intoxicated by her. He could feel the same passion and hunger in her kiss that was raging inside his own chest, but when he reached to undo the clasp of her elaborate bra, she clapped his hand away.

The music was still playing, and KC didn’t speak a single word, but she didn’t have to. The gleam in her eyes and the seductive smirk on her lips spoke volumes as she kissed Murphy a second time while climbing off his lap.

She kneeled down in front of him, and gently pushed his knees apart. She undid the buckle of his belt with nimble fingers, and Murphy shuddered when she ran her hand over him beneath the fabric of his trousers.

Murphy’s breath hitched and his head fell into his neck when she pulled down his clothes and took him into her mouth. She ran her tongue teasingly along his length, drawing patterns and circles as she moved her head.

Murphy buried his hands in her hair, but she knew exactly what kind of rhythm he preferred without him having to tell her. She looked up at him and they locked eyes, blue on grey, and the sparkle in them was enough to drive Murphy insane.

KC slowed, sensing that Murphy was close to losing control. Giving his tip one last flick of her tongue that made him inhale sharply, she let go of him.

Murphy reached out and cupped her cheek with his hand, running this thumb over her lips.

“I want you,” he said with a hoarse voice, “right now.”

With a smile, KC pushed to her feet and walked over to the sofa on the other side of the room. She shrugged off her bra and pants on her way, discarding them casually. Murphy couldn’t have cared less for the intricate lace landing in some forgotten place; he only had eyes for the perfect silhouette of his wife.

Katriona draped herself on the sofa in a way that looked too enticing to be even allowed, and Murphy took his time to admire every little detail of her, committing the picture to his infallible memory, so he would never forget how otherworldly beautiful she looked in his exact moment.

She ran her hand over the smooth skin of her stomach and up to her breasts in a lazy motion before extending her hand towards him and beckoning him closer with her finger.

“Do you want to sit and stare, or hold up to your promise?”

Not needing to be told twice, Murphy rolled his wheelchair over to her and pushed himself over onto the sofa next to her. KC’s hands were on him as soon as he was within her reach, unbuttoning his shirt and getting rid of everything that kept her from feeling his burning skin against hers.

Murphy laid on his back and pulled her on top of him. She straddled his hips all too gladly and when she bent down to kiss him, she gasped against his mouth as he ran his hands up her thighs, feeling how ready she was for him already.

She hummed against his lips as he began coaxing soft moans from her. When both of them weren’t able to wait a single moment longer, KC pushed his hand away and lowered herself on top of him.

She moved slowly at first, to the rhythm of the music. Murphy was tempted to close his eyes and lose himself in the feeling of her completely, but he found he couldn’t.

Her eyes had drawn him, put a spell on him, and burned himself too deeply into his heart and soul to look away, like they had for the first time so many years ago.

The feeling of KC’s hips grinding against his in this deliciously slow pace was new for both of them, but it brought a never before known intensity with him that made Murphy hold his breath. It was as if every second was drawn out, every single thing he felt intensified tenfold.

He had stopped listening to the slow music a long time ago, his mind too busy with focusing on the sight of KC moving on top of him, her red hair spilling over her shoulder. They were making their own music, they always had, and nothing sounded as beautiful to Murphy’s ears.

Murphy could feel his release coming, it wouldn’t take much more for him to get there, but he forced himself to breathe deeply, ignoring the tension building up inside his stomach with every thrust, every passing second.

KC wasn’t looking at him anymore; she had picked up in pace now, falling into a more familiar rhythm. Her head was dipped back into her neck, and her eyes were closed, her lips parted ever so slightly.

She was completely lost in the feeling of Murphy against her, his hands on her hips, her thighs, her back, her breasts, everywhere she could feel the touch of his strong hands.

With a gasp, she leaned forward abruptly as her high rolled over her, burying her face against Murphy’s neck. Her soft hair brushed over his chest, a stark contrast to the stinging in his arms where her nails dug into his skin.

The unexpected shift in her angle, along with the feeling of her tightening around her was too much for Murphy to control anymore. He wrapped her arms around her back, not sure who the racing heartbeat he felt belonged to, KC or himself.

He kissed her passionately as he came undone beneath her, riding his high for as long as he could. When he felt the tingling in his whole body subside and his heart had stopped racing, Murphy loosened his arms around KC, and smiled as she gently kissed him a last time.

“Now that’s what I call an anniversary gift,” he chuckled and brushed one of the curls that stuck to her forehead out of her face. “I’m afraid my gift to you won’t be able to compare. I stuck to the funny theme.”

KC laughed softly and climbed off him, wrapping herself into her silk robe again.

“Don’t worry,” she purred and ran her finger down the middle of Murphy’s chest. “You’ll find your gift hilarious. This here was extra.”

[ardent-musings]

Car’s Masterlist

04/19/2022

🔥 smut / 🌱 fluff

“The Girl Who Vanished”Multiseries

Part One Part Two (not completed)

Fred Weasley x OC Multiseries

Bibiana Malfoy grew up being exactly who she thought she was supposed to be. Perfect little daughter, perfect little student, perfect little liar. And she was fine with that.

But that changes when she discovers the lies everyone has kept from her. With help from a set of twins and a shy boy, she has to piece together the secrets that reveal not only who she is, but who she wants to be.

NSFW Alphabets

Charlie Weasley/  Murphy McNully/  Neville Longbottom/  Cedric Diggory/

One Shots

Neville Longbottom x Reader

“Make it Up to Me” 🔥

“With Sprinkles on Top” 🔥

“The Sweet Ones” 🔥

“Prove It To Me” 🔥

“Strike Three?” 🔥

Harry Potter x Reader

“Not a No” 🌱

Remus Lupin x Reader

“Study Buddies” 🔥

Charlie Weasley x Reader

“Dessert for Breakfast” 🔥

Series

Coffee & Commentary x Murphy McNully 🔥

Here are my smuts based off the wonderful “Coffee & Commentary” written by the beautiful @kc-needs-coffee Writing these for you truly fuels my little heart. If you have yet to read her series go and give her some love!

Oh, Captain. My Captain. x Orion Amari 🔥

These can be read independently but I do see them weaving into each other. Orion Amari smut for my lovely @lifeofkaze

“Off Kilter”

“Focused” Part One   Part Two

[ardent-musings]

I am very glad to have created something so absolutely dirty for your two lovebirds. It was so much fun and I’m glad you enjoyed it!

One of my favorite Coffee & Commentary readers and dearest friends has taken one of my favorite chapters and made a few… edits (it’s the filthiest thing I’ve ever read) 

If you were ever displeased by the lack of graphic smut, this has been fixed.  

Thank you @carmiml0v3 for your… excellent work… and fantastic attention to detail. 

[mlleecrivaine]

Harry Potter Masterlist

Welcome to the Harry Potter Masterlist!

--

Fred Weasley

The Fred Weasley Experience

Murphy McNully

Infinitesimal

Remus Lupin

Rockstar Hair

*smut

[ao3feed-snape]

Life's a Balance

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3gM55Ln

by NightEyes1394

Amaya Fangsire is the cousin to both Curse-Breakers Jacob and Kira Fangsire. This means she's immediately lumped in as a troublemaker and someone to avoid. However, never judge a book by it's cover. Amaya just wants to learn and graduate from Hogwarts, but with her troubled past haunting her and afflicting curse that plagues her that will be harder that she thinks. However, a kind, even balanced person notices her struggles. Could he help her? Yes. Will he help her? That's for the universe to decide.

Note: Protective! Snape (Kinda Fatherly)

Words: 968, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery (Video Game), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Original Female Character(s), Orion Amari, Skye Parkin, Murphy McNully, Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Penny Haywood, Nymphadora Tonks, Rowan Khanna, Original Characters, Ben Copper (Hogwarts Mystery), Severus Snape

Relationships: Orion Amari & Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Fluff, Eventual Smut

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3gM55Ln

[lifeofkaze]

Pumpkin Pies

Murphy McNully x Reader

 A/N: A little surprise for my lovely friend and wifey @kc-needs-coffee​, I’ve wanted to write a little Murphy story for ages, so here you go. Somehow, it ended up a lot fluffier and less smutty than I meant to, but whatever 😊

Warning: NSFW, +18 only, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of food

Word Count: ~ 2.500

You stirred in your sleep, turning from one side to the other. Reluctantly, you opened your eyes and stared at the ceiling, before covering your face with your hand. You had no idea what time it was, but the faint, blue tinted light washing into your bedroom from the open French windows indicated that it was nowhere near any time to get up.

And on your birthday of all days.

You turned around to snuggle back into your blanket, extending your hand to find the comfortable warmth of your husband’s strong back next to you. But all your fingers touched was the fabric of the sheets.

Confused and now fully awake, you sat up. And really, Murphy’s side of the bed was abandoned; and had been for some time judging by how pleasantly cool the bed felt in the hot air of the summer night.

Now, the sound that had initially awoken you reached your ear again. It was a high whizzing noise, drifting up into your bedroom from some place downstairs. It was followed by a suppressed string of curses.

You chuckled as you swung your legs out of bed and reached for your dressing gown. What was Murphy up to at this ungodly hour?

Leaving your bedroom, you shivered as your bare feet touched the wooden floor in the hallway. All the windows were opened wide, the curtains gently swaying in the breeze coming in from the garden. As you pulled your dressing gown tighter around you, you sighed languorously at the sensation of the cooling touch on your heated skin. It was a welcome change from the unnatural heat wave that had hit Wales this summer.

As you reached the landing of the stairs, you stopped and contemplated for a moment. Looking around searchingly, you finally reached for one of the small, patterned carpets lining the floor. Setting it to the very edge of the landing, you jump on it, gracefully surfing down the ramp next to the stairs.

You giggled as you came to a halt at the bottom. That never got old.

Another flurry of curses drew your attention again and you continued in its direction. It seemed to come from the kitchen.

On your way towards the source of the noise you passed the entrance to the dining room, where the table was already set for your birthday breakfast. You stepped closer and felt a smile steal onto your face. Like every year, Murphy had gotten you a huge bouquet of flowers in every shade of blue imaginable. They were arranged in your favourite bronze vase. You leaned in and closed your eyes to smell their sweet fragrance, evoking memories of your wedding day all those many years ago.

Your eyes came to rest on the two gifts already displayed next to the flowers, cards propped up against them. Your fingers trace the neatly wrapped yellow-and-black one, a stark contrast to the messier one of them both in green and silver wrapping paper.

You were a little bit sad your children weren’t able to celebrate together with you this year, but they were spending the first half of their summer break with their godparents and you knew from their letters just how much fun they were having.

You continued on into the kitchen to finally get to the bottom of the racket your husband was making. It was all you could do not to laugh as you found Murphy with his back to you, angrily shaking the blender he had been trying to use. It’s knives were clearly blocked with something, explaining the loud whizzing noises. Upon closer inspection, you were able to discern what Murphy had been trying to blend. It seemed to be raw pieces of pumpkin.

“Babe, I think you’re supposed to cook those first.”

You bit back a laugh at his shocked face as he whirled around in his chair, almost dropping the blender. He managed to catch it at the last moment before it could clatter to the floor.

“Oh no, did I wake you up?” His face fell and he set the kitchen instrument back down on the counter. “I wanted to bake you a pumpkin pie so we could have it for breakfast while it’s still warm,” he confessed. “Sorry I botched the surprise.” He rolled over to you and you bent down to place a tender kiss on his lips.

“Happy Birthday, darling,” he muttered against your mouth.

You straightened up again, taking in the mess he had made in your once pristine kitchen.

“There is still time before breakfast,” you smiled. “How about we finish it together?”

His face lighting up again, Murphy produced another pumpkin from out of nowhere and the two of you set to work. Before long, you shoved the delicious looking pie into the oven and clapped the flour off your hands.

Turning around to Murphy, you began to chuckle. His usually perfect hair was ruffled and his shirt was dusted with flour and sugar. A bit of mashed pumpkin was stuck to his cheek and you pulled him closer to kiss it off him. He chuckled upon feeling the tip of your tongue against his skin as you tasted the sweet flavour of two of your favourite things in the world.

The spicy aftertaste it left in your mouth left you wanting for more.

You wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling his neck with your nose.

“I think I want my present now.”

Excitedly, Murphy grabbed your hand, pushing his chair in the direction of the dining room with his other hand. “Of course, you’re going to love it!”

You stopped him and turned his chair around again, chuckling lowly. “That’s not what I had in mind,” you purred into his ear seductively.

Murphy leaned back, eyeing you up and down with a smug grin. He put his hands on your exposed thighs, slightly pushing up the hem of your silk chemise. You shivered at his touch.

“Who would I be to deny the birthday girl her wish?” he whispered hoarsely. “Have you been a good girl this year?”

You sat down on his lap, straddling him. “You tell me,” you cooed into his ear.

His fingers started exploring your body, casually relieving you of your dressing gown. He put his lips to your collarbone; the grazing of his teeth against your sensitive skin drew a small moan from your mouth.

“Such a good girl,” Murphy hummed against you. “But it is your birthday. Tell me how I can make you feel good.”

��Touch me,” you groaned into his ear, while pressing yourself against him, your hand stroking the bulge in his pants. He let out a low growl at the stimulation before crashing his lips onto yours with force.

You opened your mouth eagerly for him, welcoming his dancing tongue. His moans intensified as you started rubbing his already hard cock faster through the fabric of his trousers. With a dirty smile, you bit his lower lip and pulled away, eyes teasing him.

“You like that, babe? Do you want some more of that?”

His eyes were overflowing with lust as he accepted your unspoken challenge. He gripped your chin with his hand, pulling you closer towards him, firm but gently. His grey eyes bore into yours, making your heart beat even faster than it was already.

“What I want is to see you perfectly wrecked, my dear,” he growled from deep within his chest. “I want to fuck you so thoroughly you’ll never forget this birthday.”

He underlined his words by grabbing the hem of your chemise and pulling it over your head. Left in only your panties, your nipples hardened instantly at the contact with the cold air.

Murphy smiled appreciatively, running a thumb over your nipple. He inclined his head and took it into his mouth, running his tongue over it, while his other hand gripped your waist firmly. Your moans were growing louder by the minute.

He suddenly let go off you, pushing you off his lap. He pointed to the countertop.

“Sit.”

You were all too eager to comply and hoisted yourself on the countertop. Murphy put his hands on your knees, spreading them apart. You supported your weight with your hands as you lifted your butt up from the counter once more, to let him strip you off the last piece of clothing you had left. Leaning back in ecstasy, you gasped as he ran the tip of his skilled tongue over your clit once, twice, three times.

He smirked up at you with a devilish smile. “Now, who is the one wanting more?”

You only whimpered in response, desperate to get his sweet mouth back to where you needed it.

But Murphy only chuckled in response. “Is my birthday girl very eager, yeah? Shouldn’t let her wait then, I want her to be ready for me.”

With that, he buried his face between your legs once more. He hadn’t had a chance to shave yet and the traces of stubble on his cheeks deliciously scratched the inside of your thighs.

You pushed your palms into the surface supporting you to arch your back towards him even more. The circles his tongue was painting on your clit almost drove you insane. You felt the heat building inside you, as Murphy gently started sucking it. He slid two fingers inside you and started pumping them in and out of you, his fingertips massaging your sweet spot. He could’ve found it in his sleep.

Sure enough, your breath began growing more unsteady with every pump of his fingers. He could feel your orgasm approaching and smiled to himself at the sweet sounds he was coaxing from you. The slight shift of his lips against your clit did you in. With a gasp you buried your free hand in his blonde hair, shaking from the tension that released from your body in a wave of passion.

You closed your eyes for a moment, relishing your high, as you felt Murphy retreating from you. Raising your head, you saw your sweet boy looking smug as ever at what he had just put you through. He opened his mouth to say something, but you were having none of it.

Despite still feeling shaky from your orgasm, you slid off the counter in a smooth motion and put your hand on his chest, pushing his chair back against the kitchen island.

“Shut up.”

You pulled his shirt over his head, Murphy eagerly holding his muscular arms up to speed things up.

“Time for the main course,” you breathed into his ear, before pulling down his pants and straddling him once again.

Murphy didn’t respond, but the desperate look in his eyes was all you needed to see. He took his cock into his hand, pumping himself a few times before you lowered yourself onto him. He groaned as he felt the wetness he had caused you, and your determination to repay him in kind.

You let your hips swirl slowly a few times until you had adjusted before you started grinding against him. Murphy dipped his head back, mind numb with pleasure, and drank in the sight before him. The person he loved the most in this world, her beautiful breasts bouncing up and down as she worked for him to reach his high.

Still sensitive from your last orgasm, you quickly felt the tension building in your core again. You arched your back further to give Murphy an unobstructed view of you whining and moaning in sweet agony on top of him, as the both of you chased your highs.

You could feel you were almost there. You quickly angled your hips differently without even missing a beat. The sudden change in stimulation did it for the both of you. With a cry you gripped Murphy’s broad shoulders, your nails leaving deep marks in his skin. He buried his face against your throat as his orgasm shook him violently and you could feel his chest heaving against yours.

Both of you were silent for a moment, nothing but your ragged breaths audible in the room. Finally, you pulled away from your embrace, looking deep into Murphy’s eyes, nothing but love written in them.

“Happy Birthday,” he whispered.

You placed a loving kiss on the tip of his nose and got up. You shrugged back into your dressing gown, not bothering to tie it up again.

“Coffee?”

 *

Steaming mugs of coffee in hand, you and Murphy relocated into your living room, sitting in front of the open window leading onto the terrace. You sat on the ground leaned against his shins. His fingers absentmindedly stroked your tousled curls as you watched the sky lighten in the east, bursting into a firework of reds and pinks and oranges as the sun came up, heralding another beautiful day.

You shifted against his legs, hands wrapped tightly around your favourite mug in the form of an owl. Breathing in the smell of French roast, you craned your head around to look into Murphy’s beautiful face and raised your mug.

“Here’s to another year, my love.”

Murphy clanked his mug against yours. “However many there may be, I want to spend every single one with you.”

You got up your feet to give him another longing kiss, but an awful, burning smell stopped you in your tracks. Your eyes went wide.

“Murphy,” you whispered, “you set the alarm on the oven, didn’t you?”

His face went pale at your words. “No, I thought you did!”

You exchanged looks before racing back into the kitchen. There was smoke rising from the oven, whatever was left of your pumpkin pie reduced to an unsightly black mass.

You waved away the smoke as you opened the door and had to cough violently, tears stinging in your irritated eyes.

“Well, I think I’ll pass on pie for breakfast,” you remarked sardonically.

Murphy looked mortified as he observed the burnt catastrophe that was supposed to you birthday pie.

“I’m so sorry, darling,” he sighed. “I know pumpkin pie is your favourite; I just wanted you to have all you could ever want for your birthday.”

Your eyes softened and you didn’t think your heart could hold any more love for him than it did at this exact moment.

You sat down on his lap, snuggling up tightly to him, and breathed in his smell of hairspray, coffee and pumpkin pie.

“You silly,” you murmured. “I certainly got better than anything I could have ever imagined.”

[ardent-musings]

Coffee & Commentary Smut Fills

Murphy McNully Series

Here are my smuts based off the wonderful “Coffee & Commentary” written by the beautiful @kc-needs-coffee Writing these for you truly fuels my little heart. If you have yet to read her series here’s your chance to start. Literally this is Chapter One. Go read.

18+ Series!!

Part One : “Attention and Attonement”

Part Two : “Manipulation and Mechanics”

Part Three : “Naughty and Nice”

Part Four : “Pleasure and Paradise”

Part Five : “Sleazeballs and Submission”

Part Six : Pain and Proof

Part Seven : Rain and Rapture

[ardent-musings]

wips

dom!nev

sub!nev

charlie smut

orion amari smut

murphy mcnully smut

platinum trios au

“the girl who vanished”

[ardent-musings]

Sleazeballs and Submission

Murphy McNully Smut

Warning: NSFW 18+, this is revenge for @kc-needs-coffee making me feel feelings. How absolutely dare ye. It’s pure filth folks. 

You were livid. Absolutely fuming at the report’s inconsiderate assumptions about you and Murphy; although you did your best to hold in your sneers and glares from the rest of the guests at the “Kestrals for Kids” Gala. Of course, you understood that you had a sizeable reputation when it came to the world of Quidditch. That was to be expected. And yet the fact that the reporter saw you as eye candy for your former teammate made you sick to your stomach. But none of that even compared to the way he so flippantly condescended Murphy on his big night.

Yes, Murphy was in a wheelchair. Anyone with relatively good eyesight could notice that. To you, it felt like that was the only thing the reporter noticed about the man that you loved. The man who made so many sacrifices so you could live out your dream post –Hogwarts. The man who spent nights out with your dad just because they felt like it. The man that loved you to the moon and back. After hearing the reporters vitriol take on your husband made you not even angry. It was more than that. It was pure fury that settled within your chest.

But for now, those feelings had to wait. You stood off to the side of the large room after vacating the terrace with Dougan who quickly left you at the promise of another scotch. That was fine by you though. You only had eyes for Murphy.

He was currently with the little kids at the event, grinning happily as they sat with him for rounds and rounds of pictures, being blinded every time the flash went off. It was nice to see him so comfortable. So in his element and so wonderfully himself.

After an hour had passed and most of the guests had left the busy event, you decided to take some time to yourself out on the terrace. The night breeze was helping cool you skin, but the anger that festered started to build again as you stared at the spot where reporter had taken your picture not too long ago. Your painted fingertips tapped on the side of your champagne glass, hoping the smooth bubbly drink would do something to calm you. It did nothing.

“Hello, Rising Star. Care for some company?”

You turned to see that Murphy had joined you, taking a moment to look out the glass barrier to admire the lush landscape before turning his sparkling grey eyes towards you. Even in the shadows they were bright. He was warm and cheerful, and regardless of how upset you were, you didn’t want to ruin his already good mood.

“I always want your company, Murph,” you hummed, taking another sip of your drink even though you knew it wasn’t giving you the effect you wanted.

“Did you have a good night?”

His question, though innocent and well intentioned, reminded you of how the beginning of your evening played out. The reporter’s dumb questions, his gross stinky cigars, and the scathing comments about Murphy resurfaced. Before you could hide it, your glare on Murphy intensified, trying your hardest drink in the image of the man you cared so deeply for.

Instead of answering him, you busied your body by waltzing behind him, your gold stiletto heels clicking against the stone floor with every step. He craned his neck back, trying to follow your path, but he let out a surprised groan once you gently gripped his neck from behind and kissed the side of it, focusing on his beating pulse. You couldn’t help but squeeze a bit, enjoying how Murphy’s breath hitched at the pinch of your manicured grip.

“Not that I’m complaining, but what’s going on?” His face curled in a satisfied smirk.

“I just need you,” you admitted softly, your hot breath tickling his ear, making him stiffen in his chair. Before, at the beginning of the night when decorum was important, you worried about leaving lipstick traces on his skin. But not now. Right now, you just had to prove to him how much he meant to you.

He growled lowly as you tugged on his hair, enjoying the way your nails scrapped and messed up his perfectly styled hair while you nibbled along his neck. Murphy was reeling in the attention, surprised when you tilted his head back and brought the champagne flute up to his lips to give him a taste of your drink. After swallowing the liquor, his eyes grew dark, eating up the image of you in your golden dress as you circled around to face him like a hungry vulture. Your getup had a deep neckline, and he licked his lips as you leaned in to kiss him properly. You wore that style of dress specifically to toy with Murphy’s desire for your chest, and he knew it.

“Call me selfish, but I don’t want anyone else to ever touch you.”

You left his kiss and slowly lowered yourself to your knees in front of him. His eyes bulged at the promise you were presenting as you flipped your scarlet hair over your shoulder.

“I’d suggest locking the door, big guy,” you chuckled as you started to run your hands over his knees and up his thighs teasingly. Without a second of hesitation, he pulled out his wand and muttered a spell in the direction of the French doors that separated you two from the stragglers at the event.

With a wicked grin, you started to unbuckle his belt, finding it comical how he was gripping the handles of his seat with such strength and for a moment you wished his hands were tangled in your hair like that. Usually, you would just pull down his pants as far as you had to; however, the report’s judgement on your husband’s body echoed in your ear.

He saw Murphy as undesirable, which to you was the most outlandish idea. But even Murphy had his insecurities some days. Tonight was about making him feel sexy. Making him feel worthy. Making him feel irresistible.  

You pulled down Murphy’s pants further down his firm thighs, finding the shiny white and even the abrasive red scars on his leg beautiful. They made up Murphy; every tiny line weaved into the smoothness of his surrounding skin: a mixture of soft and rough. You wanted to appreciate all of him. So you slowly kissed the lines that littered his leg, alternating between biting the skin at his knee and then grazing the tip of your tongue along his thigh like his skin was a map for you to travel.

Once you made eye contact with Murphy, you saw his grey eyes softer than they were just seconds earlier. His brows were furrowed at the middle, confused by your subtle worship of his scars. But you loved this. Seeing him all vulnerable before you. His smart mouth was something you adored and yet his lips frowned as you continued your gentle ministrations on his leg.

You sat up high on your knees, gripping his waist beneath his dress shirt and placed a kiss over the wet spot on his briefs. His hips bucked at the feeling, finally reaching down to stroke your cheek in appreciation. He loved how you look nuzzling into his clothed cock while on your knees.

“Wanna make you feel good,” you babbled mindlessly, your thoughts clouded with the vision of your mouth on Murphy. “Please.”

Murphy nearly melted at the desperation in your voice. You usually got like this after he got you off a few times; however it was strange to see you pout at the mere thought of doing anything to him. With the hand that still hovered over your cheek, he pulled you in for a kiss. It wasn’t forceful, just compacted with all the insatiable feelings you too felt for each other. Kissing him was one of your favorite things to do; although Murphy’s need for you on him was becoming apparent as he sighed into your mouth.

“Does my darling girl wanna taste?” His jaw clenched as he looked down at your pleading form, pulling down your bottom lip with his thumb. All you could do was nod enthusiastically, already overcome by your neediness.

The ache in your knees was growing, but you had yet to fulfill your plan, so with a cheeky wink, you pulled down his briefs and grazed your tongue from the base to the tip of his cock in one long lick. Murphy grinned at the feeling, running his hands through his hair at your teasing tongue. His view was something straight out of a fantasy: your hands and deep red lips were working on him with such fervor, your copper hair was in his grip and from this angle he could tell that you weren’t wearing a bra beneath your slinky dress. It was overwhelming and yet he wouldn’t dare turn away from his beautiful girl on her knees.

All he could do was slump further into his chair as you gripped him in your hand, pumping him perfectly as you went back to kissing his scars. He had never had anyone give his body so much attention, especially the parts of him people would usually turn away from. And yet, there you were, marveling at every curve, scar, and dip of his body. You surprised him every time you did it, and every time he thanked whatever holy power there was for putting you in his life.

He was relieved that he locked the door behind him but with the way your lipstick was leaving marks on him, Murphy regretted not placing a silencing charm around you two as well. His breathing grew more labored as you took him back into your mouth, hollowing around him. Murphy couldn’t help but let out a weak chuckle at the whole situation, growing overwhelmed by the way you tightened your grip.

Before he could get off, you pulled away from him which made the man above you groan in frustration. But you didn’t leave him waiting long.

“You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily,” you reminded him as you continued to pump him in your hands, digging your nails onto his leg to steady yourself.

“No you don’t, my little beater. Strongest girl I know, you can take it.”

He chuckled darkly at you, gripping your hair a bit tighter, growing more desperate for his release. Murphy’s hips were now unrelenting; thrusting up quickly only to grunt as you coughed around him. But you didn’t care. You rejoiced in the way he was using you, because deep down, you knew that he would only ever choose you. This was your way of reminding him that you picked him as well.

The tears on your face trickled down your flushed cheeks, your efforts working in overdrive to prove yourself to Murphy, touching him in every way you knew he loved. You hummed around him as he lifted his arms behind his head to grip at his seat, meanwhile his hips jutted up from his chair as best he could. Harsher grunts were ripped from his chest, unable to keep quiet as you started scratching the inside of his taut thighs. Your name and filthy swears tumbled from his lips, biting down on them as he was nearing his high.

“C’mon, darling. Fuck, you’re too goddamn good,” was all he could mutter as you hollowed around him, your eyes meeting his as you giggled around him.

With a final grunt, Murphy released down your throat, his clothed chest heaving as the cool summer breeze made him realize just how warm he grew under your touch. He chuckled, hips still bucking as you kitten licked every drop he offered you. Your knees were wobbling from being pressed against the stone floor for so long, but you couldn’t care less.

Murphy rolled his eyes at you, growing overstimulated as you dragged your nails along the inside of his thigh leaving light scratches in their wake. He growled at your teasing, biting the inside of his cheek as he gripped your jaw firmly, beckoning you to rise from your position and onto his lap.

His hold on your chin was strong and you couldn’t turn away from his gaze even if you tried. His gray eyes were wild with desire for you and your heart started racing from his intensity. Your face tickled from the huffs of labored breaths he was still releasing as he came down from his high. Murphy was not only staring at you like he wanted you, he looked at you like he owned you.

“How long have you been devising this little plan, sweetheart?” His words were sweet, but his tone was pure filth.

“Since cocktail hour,” you admitted breathlessly, his fingers trailed from your chin to rest at the base of your neck, holding you like a collar would.

“Since cocktail hour,” he mocked, tipping his head to the side and laughing in your face. Not in a mean way; Murphy would never be cruel towards you. He chuckled deeply at your response because he knew that your mind must’ve been reeling with the thought of him for hours as he went on and worked the night. “So then tell me, love…”

You gasped loudly at the sudden feeling of Murphy reaching underneath your lavish dress to circle your clit with a firm thumb.

“Aw, I was right, darling. You’re dripping. And I didn’t even have to do anything.”

His face twisted in a self-assured grin, one that you loved to see him wear. That meant he was feeling confident, which he should feel all the time. He was everything you could ever want.

Soon enough, his talented fingers started pumping into you as his thumb continued to toy with your body, drawing whiny moans from you with every thrust. His other hand was tangled in your hair, making sure you kept his eyes on him at all times.

“Better keep quiet. There’s no silencing spell in place and beyond those doors are some very influential people. Wouldn’t want them to see my pretty girl getting finger fucked now would we?”

Your eyes rolled back at his comment. Being caught wasn’t your game plan, but the idea of everyone knowing that Murphy owned your body so well is an intoxicating thought.

“Or maybe you do want that?” He hummed against your mouth, kissing every whimper you released against his lips. “Does my baby want everyone to know who gets to play with you? Want everyone to know how good I make you feel?”

Your release was so close, and Murphy’s clenched jaw and teasing words was bringing you to the edge. His fingers were relentlessly working your every nerve in the best way possible, making you clench around him. Until there was nothing left to squeeze.

Murphy pulled his hand away from you, making you buck against his lap which only made your gorgeous husband laugh softly.

“You don’t get to cum, darling,” he began licking your sweetness off his fingers as he stared into your stunning and blown out eyes. “Not until I say so. Do you understand?”

Beneath the thin layer of your dress was the rapid rise and fall of your chest, which Murphy took no steps to hide his gaze on your breasts. His face was no longer as stern as before, he was looking up at you with an amused expression, enjoying how your body had slumped against his from your pleasure.

His nose trailed up the side of your neck, getting lost in your perfume as he kissed the shell of your ear.

“Do you understand?” he groaned.

Wordlessly, you nodded slowly. The feeling of your delayed high made you delirious; you would agree to anything Murphy said if that meant he would eventually touch you again. He pulled you in by the back of your neck and placed a kiss over your hazy eyelids, down your nose. His lips trailed across your cheek and then your jaw until they finally landed on your lips. He tasted like your champagne and for the first time in the night you finally felt drunk off of something.

“I love you, you filthy thing,” he chuckled which made you hide your face in his neck, groaning in annoyance from his teasing. “Up, darling.”

You stood up from his lap with weak legs as he fixed his clothes, trying his hardest to look relatively normal. His fingers raked through his hair to calm the golden strands, but since the event was practically over, Murphy didn’t care that much. With a flick of his wand, the French doors which were once magically sealed shut unlocked in a second.

The distance between the terrace and the Ministry issued car was far too long, growing worse every time Murphy was halted by a remaining guest who wished to speak with him. You stood proudly beside your husband as he worked his charm, you would’ve enjoyed the moment but instead you had to clench your thighs to fight off the desire your body was still demanding. Fake smiles painted your face even though you wanted to be sincere. It just wasn’t happening at the moment.

After a few stops and curious questions, you and Murphy finally reached the black government car that was waiting to take you back to your flat. Thirty minutes. You just had to endure another thirty minutes.

Except that wasn’t what Murphy had planned. As soon as you two were settled in the car and his chair was secured in the back, he closed the partition, put up a silencing spell and immediately began toying with your clit yet again. It wasn’t what you needed and Murphy knew that, too. He wasn’t touching you to make you feel good, he was touching you because he could, and you loved it.

Thirty minutes. You endured thirty torturous minutes of gentle grazes against your clit that did nothing to silence the ache you felt for him. The whole time he whispered filthy compliments to you as you tried your hardest to sit still and look inconspicuous until you reached the flat.

Thankfully, once you reached your destination, you were able to regain some of your sense. The driver assisted with getting Murphy’s chair, although your husband quickly yet kindly dismissed any further help. He didn’t need it.

The moment you two entered the threshold of your flat, Murphy lifted himself onto the soft cotton sheets of your bed. He ripped off his shirt so his wide shoulders were fully exposed to you and your nails instinctively dug into the taut muscle. His grip on your hips was almost painful, but you craved Murphy, in anyway he’d take you.

You yelped as he picked you up over his shoulder and slammed your body down on the bed. He chuckled lowly at your reaction, but soon enough his movements proved to be just as desperate as you felt. He pulled the neckline of your dress to the side to release one of your breasts. The sudden exposure to the cold night air made you gasp, but it was Murphy’s sucking on your nipple that made you yell and grind against his thigh.

“I’ve gotta have you, my love. God, I can’t fucking wait,” he groaned as he lifted the skirt of your sparkly dress over your hips, relishing in just how wet you still were.

He held himself up with one arm as you undid his belt and made quick work of his pants and underwear, lining himself up with you.

“Hands up,” he instructed. As soon as you lifted both your hands up over your head, he captured your wrists in a single hand. You gasped at the feeling of being so powerless beneath him but it was everything you wanted and more.

“I love you,” he moaned more so to himself as he pushed himself fully into you, his head dipped onto your chest at the feeling of you squeezing him. Instinctively, your legs raised to hook around his waist, encouraging him to rock into you harder. He stretched you so good and you couldn’t help but whine as he pumped into you slowly but entirely, every inch of him was accepted by your greedy body.

Murphy marveled at you beneath him, mesmerized by the bounce of your tits every time he thrusted into you, but god your little cries were the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard. You bit down hard on your lower lip, unable to control an ounce of the situation, but you didn’t have to. Murphy knew your body better than anyone.

Your back arched uncomfortably as his pelvis grinded against your clit with every snap of his hips. You were already so sensitive but soon enough he was ravenously pounding you into the mattress.  

“Please, please, baby,” you cried against his neck before biting down on the point where his shoulder met his collarbone.

“Go on, darling. You deserve it. Cum for me.”

Without another word, Murphy laced his fingers with yours as you came hard around him, your whole body thrashed beneath him. It was almost too much to handle, but Murphy was chasing his own high. After a few more thrusts and a cry of your name, he finished, fully dropping his sweaty body against yours.

You were fucked beyond comprehension, the slick gold dress was barely hanging on you anymore and your hair was a wild mess as it fanned out behind you. But you didn’t care.

“I love you.”

Murphy sighed happily at your declaration, memorizing every line of your, now, calm and thoroughly loved body. He loved looking at you after making love to you, no matter how rough or romantic. The sight of you was too beautiful to pass up.

“Wanna take a nap, my love? We can talk afterwards, yeah?”

At the sound of sleep, you nodded tiredly. Still semi covered in your golden dress, you slipped underneath the comforting sheets of your bed. Murphy followed you after covering himself up with his discarded underwear and his crisp business shirt. They weren’t the most practical outfits for sleeping, but as soon as your head hit the pillow, you succumbed to your exhaustion.

Murphy’s strong body pulled yours to him, leaving a whisper of kisses over your exposed shoulder. He uttered a final word before he too fell asleep.

“Mine.”

[ardent-musings]

Manipulation and Mechanics

           A Murphy McNully Smut

           Warnings: NSFW 18+

            You had no idea what you were getting yourself into when you first decided to start teasing Murphy on the daily. One week you had accidently missed doing your laundry, leaving you with a tiny selection of clothing for you to choose from. Most of the items you wore on the daily were comfortable sweaters, something cozy and laidback. However as you shuffled through your unimpressive amount of clean clothes, you were forced to wear a slightly more risqué top than you usually did. Having to wear it didn’t bother you, but you did miss the simplicity of your common style.

           At some point when you were wearing a low cut top and hugged Murphy you couldn’t help but notice how his eyes lingered on your chest as you dipped down. You hadn’t noticed it before, but his wandering stare only amplified every time you chose a plunging neckline over any other. It became incredibly fun for you to bend down to give your handsome boy a kiss, his cheeks glowed a cherry hue each time you did so. This newfound discovery felt like a superpower, and Murphy was beginning to grow more and more frustrated, watching as you so effortlessly turned him on day after day.

           Murphy was always a sweet and giving lover, but you wanted something more. You wanted him to absolutely lose control over you, but he remained composed no matter how many times you teased him. No matter how low or tight your shirts became he would stare but otherwise he went on about his day like normal.

           Nevertheless, when Murphy returned home one day, you went to give him a kiss as usual; the blouse of the day was low cut red silk. The color and fabric made you feel powerful, even if you were starting to question your effect on your favorite boy.

           You bent at the hip to kiss him and was about to pull away until you felt his strong fingers rake through your soft hair, making you gasp as his fingers tugged at your hair, holding you face close to his. Murphy’s soft gray eyes were dilated, his glare was so intense that you let out an involuntary whine. He hummed at your expression and smirked knowingly.

           “What little game do you think you’re playing, my sweet?”

           His words were loving like always but his tone was downright condescending as he licked his lips and once again ogled over your ample chest. The sweet boy that would always treat you so kindly was replaced by something stronger, something darker.

           You were about to answer him, but his hand trailed from your hair down to the base of your throat, he started to test the waters a bit as he gripped lightly. Murphy pulled you in by your neck, just ghosting his lips over yours.

           “Did you think I wouldn’t notice? I’ve been watching you all week, love,” he chuckled lowly which made your eyes roll back, his grip tightened a bit making it even hard for you to catch your breath. “You are stunning, my girl.”

           Even though your mind was buzzing at the words he was saying, you revealed to him a gentle smile at his compliment. He pulled you to him and kissed you deeply yet so slowly. This flip in him was everything you wanted from Murphy and from his smug expression, you could tell he was living for it.

           “But you already knew that,” his voice growled as his lips took the place of his hand, his teeth grazed at your neck which only made you even more desperate.

           “Murph-“

           “What do you want?” He groaned at the way your chest was heaving each and every time he nibbled on your collarbone. “Cause I won’t go any further until you tell me.”

           And like that he rolled back from you, almost making you tip due to your wobbly knees and racing heart. He looked so cocky, slouching in his chair with his head tilted to the side as he awaited your answer. Every second that passed where you tried to collect your thoughts was filled by his hungry eyes as they took in the sight of you.

           “I want you to touch me,” you admitted with a tiny smirk, looking bashful yet flirty. This was so new and exciting, you never wanted it to end. And it had barely even started.

           “Do you want me to make love to you?”

           His answer was met with silence as you took a moment to breathe, ultimately shaking your head no.

           “Interesting,” he began to nibble at his lower lip while staring at you admiringly.

           Your body grew warm under his gaze and while you loved the intensity of what was happening, you needed more of whatever he was willing to give you.

           “So what I’m hearing is you want to get fucked, yeah sweetheart?”

           Without hesitating you nodded your head, eyes glowing at his question. His words were unbearably nasty, each word and lustful look made it harder for you to stand. It made you feel dirty, but so incredibly empowered at the same time. Maybe it was because it was Murphy saying all of this that made you believe every word.

           “Okay, honey. I can do that. But don’t think you’re off the hook for teasing me all week. If you wanna get wrecked, we’re doing it my way. Understand?”

           Once again, you nodded enthusiastically, almost shaking at the boy’s crude warning.

           “Good. Now, I want you to be ready for me: go to our room, strip down entirely, and lay on the bed.”

           You all about ran to your bedroom, tearing off your clothes as quickly as possible. It wasn’t everyday where Murphy got so domineering. Shaky hands ripped at the debauched low cut top that started this whole game. Once every thread of fabric was on the floor, you lied down on the bed, trying your hardest to catch your breath. Your body felt like it was on ice as you shivered each time a gust of air passed over you.

           After a few minutes of waiting for your boy, he returned with a tempting smirk once he noticed your bare body wanting and ready. It made you groan, just seeing him creep up on you with nothing but pure lust in his eyes.

           “Good girl, baby,” he cooed as he rolled himself to the side of the bed closest to you. “But let’s not forget how badly you’ve behaved all week.”

           Murphy bent down to collect the discarded red blouse and he waved it in front of you, “I don’t want this to go to waste. Hands up, love.”

           You were surprised by his command, with a shaky breath you complied and brought your hand over your head, resting them on your pillow. Murphy then took your shirt and used the sleeves to tie your wrists together and then to the headboard. It wasn’t too tight, but tight enough for you not be able to escape. Your eyes widened when you gave an experimental tug, whining at thought of not being able to touch your strong boy. In this position your breasts were pushed higher, begging for the attention of your boyfriend.

           He looked so damn good, smugly staring down at your chest which made him wiggle in his chair. Air was harder to come by once he began placing gentle kisses to your cheek, grabbing at your jaw to hold you steady.

           “I want this to be good for you,” his harsh façade dropped for a second, his thumb rubbing at your bottom lip, “If at any time things get too intense, you’ll tell me, yes?”

           You nodded lazily at the beautiful blonde boy, but that wasn’t enough.

           “Use your words, darling,” he mocked lightly. “I need to hear you say it.”

           “Yes,” you gasped as his calloused hands began to trail down your throat, then down your collarbone, barely grazing your hot skin.

           “And you remember the stoplight system?”

           “Green means go, yellow means slow down, red means stop,” you gasped as he began to kiss at the side of your breast.

           “Good girl, my perfect little slut, huh?” A shiver spread throughout your whole body once his arrogant persona returned.

           It felt wrong to be entirely naked while he was still fully clothed, his light blue shirt was pulled taut around his strong shoulders. His hair was perfectly placed and if your hands weren’t bound to the headboard, you would surely be gripping his biceps or tugging at his blonde locks.

           “I’ll have you know, darling, that because of you, I have a newfound appreciation for some things that are muggle,” he chuckled as his teeth nipped beneath your breast, admiring the way your hands struggled against the binds. “The muggles really have some fascinating inventions that I had to get my hands on.”

           You had absolutely no idea what he was going on about, the only thing you could focus on was his dark gray eyes that bore into your own as he rubbed your hardened nipple with his nose. Before you could enjoy the small touches, he pulled his head away from you entirely.

           From behind his back, Murphy revealed to you a bright purple vibrator, which made you squeeze your legs together in order to get any bit of friction. This was not something you’d ever imagine your boyfriend picking up on his own and you moaned at the mere idea of what the strategist was planning for you.

           “Grabbed this bad boy when I went into town the other day,” he chuckled as he placed the toy down on the bed before lifting himself to lean beside you. Having him pressed against you was sinful, and you could do nothing to him. “I’ve been fantasizing about using this on you.”

           He grabbed the toy once again, turning it on and pressing it against your stomach. The vibrations were already so strong and your hips bucked at the feeling it brought. Murphy held himself up on an elbow, laying on his side as he watched your body’s reactions and chuckling every time you shook.

           “This whole week you’ve been parading around the flat, looking positively gorgeous,” Murphy groaned, dragging the toy further up your chest, resting it between your boobs. “I’ve wanted to rip off those goddamn shirts you’ve been wearing. You know how much I love your tits.”

           You whined loudly once he held the tip of the vibrator against one of your nipples while Murphy wrapped his perfect lips around the other and started to suck gently. Once again you pulled at the restrains, you would do anything to touch him and yet knowing he was in full control made your head spin.

           “Is this what you had in mind, my good little whore?”

           He laughed against your nipple at your relentless wiggling beside him, you looked exquisite with your chest turning red with his biting and sucking. Like a masterpiece.

           “Can you,” your breath hitched when he brought the vibrator down between your legs, just not where you needed it.

           “Can I what, sweetie?” Murphy started trailing the toy along your inner thighs, tortuously allowing you to feel the vibrations without being able to enjoy it as intended. A rather surprising bite to the underside of your breast caused you to scream out his name, which made your boy smirk cockily.

           “Please, baby, please take off your shirt,” you gasped as he started biting at the side of your neck, not caring if little bruises would be left behind for everyone to see.

           “Yeah? And why should I do that?” He taunted, “Do you think you deserve it after what you’ve been doing to me?”

           You didn’t deserve it, but god, did you want it. His body was gorgeous and it felt even better when you could grasp and scratch at his skin, unfortunately that wasn’t going to happen tonight. This was supposed to be your punishment, and after teasing him like you did, you knew you didn’t earn it.

           With a pout you shook your head sadly, crying out when he brought the vibrator back up to play with your nipples, “No, baby, I don’t deserve it.”

           He hummed approvingly at your answer and dipped down to nibble below your ear, “That’s right, sweetie. You don’t.”

           God you hated how badly he was teasing you, and yet you prayed that it wouldn’t end anytime soon. Seeing him so confident and in calculated made you crave him even more. It was like how he commanded the whole pitch when he announced a game, he spoke with such assurance and skill that it was impossible to not be charmed by him. That also meant that you couldn’t help how turned on you were becoming at his gruff tone.

           “But since you asked so sweetly, I think I’ll award you this one thing,” he sat up for a second, before smirking darkly at your needy body.

           Murphy took the vibrator and laid it between your legs, letting the head of it press up against your clit. You yelped loudly, arching your back at the sudden sensation after being denied for so long.

           “Fuck!” You moaned as you thrashed your head to the side, watching him as he slowly began undoing the buttons of his crisp shirt, his eyes never left yours. It was sensory overload, with him displaying more of his toned chest and strong biceps as the toy teased you mercilessly.

           “Like what you see, darling?” He asked as he pressed down on the vibrator once his shirt was off, reveling in the way you screamed out. Your moans sounded so frustrated and needy, which only spurred the boy on even more.

           “Yes, fuck,” you could hardly breathe with how impactful his small acts were on your body, crying out as he was now holding the vibrator in one hand as his other cradled your face.

           “God you’re such a pretty mess, aren’t you?” he mocked as he dragged his thumb across your bottom lip again, except this time you greedily took into your mouth and began to suck on it. It was the smallest act of defiance you could display given your position, and you felt alive once his eyes rolled back at your sucking lips. The move made him growl lowly at you, which felt like electricity against your skin.

           Before you could celebrate for long, he took the vibrator away from your clit, making you whine at the loss. Murphy loved when you got like this, so pretty and pouty as your hips tried to find the toy.

           “What is it, baby?” Murphy laid back down, his now naked chest pressed against your side as he held your wrists in one of his large hands. He smirked down at you, your skin was glowing and sticky, burning up from head to toe as he committed to teasing for as long as he wanted. “You have no idea how hard I am for you, honey. Seeing you so wrecked from this little toy is perfection.”

           He brought the toy back down to your clit, holding it there firmly, which made you cry out from the teasing. Murphy chuckled next to your ear, sending sparks down your body. You didn’t think it could get any better; that was until he started nibbling at the base of your neck as he rubbed the vibrator in tiny circles against you.

           The constant vibrations and biting was overwhelming, a tear had escaped your dazzling eyes; you hadn’t even noticed you started crying, but Murphy did. When he saw the mascara drip, he brought his attention back to you, wanting to check in for a moment.

           “Are you enjoying this, my love?” His eyes were heavy, drunk off the pleasure he was able to bring to your body. This was punishment, sure, but he needed to know that you were okay.

           “God, yes,” you began to chant breathlessly, which eased any concern in your dominant boy.

           “Good,” he grinned down at you cheekily, “cause, I think it’s about time you cum, yeah?”

           All you could do was nod, your hips were already bucking, trying to get as close to the torturous hum that the toy provided to you. It was a marvelous sight, seeing how Murphy’s muscles flexed with each ministration he made to the toy. You turned your head to press soft kisses to his hard chest, moaning against his skin as the vibrator kept bringing you closer to the edge.

           “That’s it, baby doll. Roll your hips for me,” he whispered in your ear, leaving no room for disobedience. “I wanna see my beautiful girl cum for me like the dirty little plaything she is.”

           It was too much. His words, the smell of his skin, and the rumble of the toy against you made your back arch, moaning desperately as you came with a cry. Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest, it felt too good.

           But Murphy didn’t stop. He grinned confidently, finding the look on your face when you came the most beautiful sight in the world. And he made it his mission to see it again.

           “You didn’t think I was done with you did you?” Murphy tutted at you as you pulled against your binds. He placed one final kiss to your lips, enjoying the moans you let escape as he shuffled down the bed, resting between your legs as he removed the toy from your clit and began rubbing the wet toy along the insides of your thighs. “No, darling, I am going to worship this sweet pussy until you can’t take it anymore.”

           And he lived up to his promise, wrapping one of his strong arms under your thigh using that hand to hold the vibrator against you while the other hand rubbed up and down your wetness. His smile was beautifully wicked, elated in the way you couldn’t stay still even for a second.

           “Baby, your dripping for me. You might be enjoying this too much,” he groaned disapprovingly, once again removing the vibrator from you. But before you could protest, he dropped his head and nudged your clit with his tongue. He braced himself, lapping at your clit lick a starved man as he brought the toy up to your breasts, teasing one nipple at a time. “Wanna feel you squeeze my fingers, sweetie.”

           Your back arched almost painfully, his fingers now pumped into you, hooking and rubbing filthily as he sucked on your clit and played with your tits. Never before had you felt so taken care of, so wrecked by the hands of your love. The familiar feeling of another orgasm was quickly approaching and you couldn’t stop yourself from tensing your legs around Murphy’s head which made him growl into you, making you shudder. Chanting his name like a prayer was the only thing you could do, his name was all you could remember as he took his tongue off your clit to bring back the vibrator.

           “Shit you’re gonna cum again aren’t you? Dirty fucking angel, you are,” he smiled sweetly despite how brash his words were. “Let me see you cum again.”

           Looking down at him in between your thighs was a mistake. The boy was staring at the way your tits were bouncing from your bucking hips, which only made him crave your release that much more. It was sinful how gorgeous he looked as his fingers kept massaging you perfectly as he rubbed the toy expertly against your clit, continuously encouraging you to let go. You wished you could take a snapshot of this moment to relive at another time, but you couldn’t think about that for too long as you could feel yourself growing too sensitive.

           After a few more rubs at your clit and swears from your sweet boy’s lips, you grabbed at your restraints, and let go. Murphy found the image of your shaking and writhing body both the most delicious and dirty thing he had ever witnessed. He turned off the toy and began to massage your legs, helping relieve the tenseness there after how hard you had come.

           Focusing on anything but the regulation of your own breath proved to be hopeless. The way Murphy knew how to tease and tweak your body never failed to amaze you, and you had to will your body to calm down.

           Murphy began to shift up the bed, placing kisses to both sides of your hips before biting down on the soft flesh and then calming the bruising skin with baby kisses. He continued to pepper kisses up your stomach, between your breasts and to the muscle in your neck. Murphy hummed against your sticky skin, inhaling the scent of you as he turned your head to kiss his neglected lips.

           It was soft and languid, the way your kisses molding into each other. You couldn’t touch him, but you angled yourself so your aching chest pressed against his. Murphy held your body firmly against his own, loving how you instinctually hitched a leg over his hip and began to rock against him.

           “Damn, darling,” he choked as you started to grind over his trousers. “You truly are desperate aren’t you?”

           At this point, you should’ve been done; called it a night after getting off twice Your body was already tired and sore from his unbelievable teasing and yet you craved him more than ever. It didn’t matter how often you got off on his tongue or in this case a toy, you yearned for him to claim you.

           “Fuck me, Murphy,” you whimpered, getting lost in the friction of his pants against your naked body.

           His eyes widened at your demand, and within a second his soft kisses disappeared and instead he grabbed your chin firmly, enjoying the way your lips pouted the more he squeezed. “Oh, trust me,” Murphy growled against the column of your throat, “My plans always included pounding your pretty little pussy into the mattress, baby.”

           “Goddamn!” You whined, it was extraordinarily filthy the way he could effortlessly turn you on with his words alone. His body was an extra bonus, and you couldn’t help but marvel at it.

           Murphy released you from his grip and began to undo his belt, quickly chucking his clothes off. Your eyes fell to his strong thighs, the sharp v-line that led to your favorite sex toy. No manmade thing could ever compare to the way his cock could rip countless orgasms from you.

           Your staring didn’t go unnoticed, so Murphy gripped himself with his strong hand, slowly beginning to pump himself. The most desperate and almost jealous whine escaped you which made your boy chuckle against your throat.

           “I bet you wish you could be the one touching me right now. But unlucky for you, but fun for me, your just a bit too tied up.”

           His joke made your eyes roll, but the sound of his low groan only reminded you how badly you wanted to feel him again. Murphy’s body was an addiction.

           After a few more strokes, he brought your leg back over his hip, pulling his body flush against your own breathless one. He was so close and yet so far.

           “I think it’s time, my love. I need to fuck you. God, I’m gonna fuck you so good.”

           Without missing a beat, he positioned himself at you, just grazing your pussy which felt cruel. It wasn’t enough. Your desperation hit an all-time high, so you used your leg to push him further into you. The feeling of him was perfect and even Murphy couldn’t take his own teasing anymore. The game was over.

           With your hands still tied above you, Murphy grabbed at your back, making you arch your chest onto his wanting tongue. He nipped and bit and sucked on your breasts like a man starved while you rocked yourself against him. You adored how overwhelming his love was, it was in everything he did. But you didn’t want his love at the moment. You wanted Murphy to wreck you.

           “Please,” you whined as another tear escaped you.

           “Please?” his eyes darkened even more as he groaned against you. “Please what? Does my pretty little slut want more?”

           His charming smile was cut short by your harder grind which made his whip his head back. Given the opportunity, you latched your teeth into his skin, hoping your act of disobedience would get him to lose all inhibitions.

           “Fuck. Alright, my girl,” he chuckled, “If my baby wants to get fucked, then who am I to deny her?”

           One of the arms that was wrapped around your back now grabbed at your soft thigh, bringing your leg up higher, giving him the leverage he needed to fuck you the way you needed. His usual never ending dialogue halted as he placed all his attention to the rhythm of his thrusts, noting what made you scream his name. He didn’t stop for a second, his own need to get off battling with his want to tease you.

           It was dirty, quick, and rough, something that you didn’t know would be so earth shattering. But your quickly returning high was building back up, and it was almost unbearable how good he felt fucking you like he promised. It was so intense that you didn’t even notice Murphy untying you. Your arms just instinctually wrapped around his strong shoulders as they flexed after every thrust. He couldn’t use his legs to help bounce you on his cock, but his impressive upper body had no issue grabbing at your shoulders to drive you deeper into your high.

           Your eyes rolled back, whines dripping from your mouth which made Murphy smirk with pride. His hips were reckless, doing his best to hit that spot that made you beg and pout for him. You almost complained when he let go of your leg until he told you to hold it up yourself. Denying him was not an option, since your orgasm was so damn close.

           “Let’s get you there, my girl,” he moaned in your ear. Without warning, you screamed at the buzzing vibrator that once again returned to your overstimulated clit. The only thing you could do was run your fingers through Murphy’s hair to grip as he toyed with you so well.

           After a few more pumps, your back arched into him, shaking in pleasure as he chased his own high. He looked beautiful as he did it: his mouth was panting, searching for air as he continued to buck into you wildly. You were almost too achy for him, but you wanted nothing more than for him to get off.

           With a few more slaps of skin against skin, he came down whining with his lips around your abused nipple. Murphy was breathless, moaning against your chest as you raked your nails through his now ruined blonde hair.

           Both of you were left speechless which was more surprising considering your boy could talk for hours on end, spewing stats and percentages. But right now, you admired the way he nuzzled his face on your chest, using you as a pillow with a satisfied smile on his face. It was such a stark difference to the boy who taunted and mocked you earlier; he was now opting to hearing your calming heartbeat.

           “Was that good?” he sighed against you with a smile.

           A tiny giggle sounded from your sore throat, “Baby, that was unbelievably good.”

           “Perfect. And now we have a fun toy that we can bring out whenever, darling.”

           You hummed at his excitement, bringing your hand to cup his tired face, “You know, we can always pick up more if we need to.”

( @kc-needs-coffee I hope this lives up to your expectations wifey. Had a lot of fun with this one.)

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Pleasure and Paradise

Murphy McNully Smut

Warning: NSFW 18+, my first attempt at a pretty fluff heavy smut. :)

If anyone asked you to recall the events of the day, your mind would start spinning. If winning your last match as the Caerphilly Catapults’ beater wasn’t enough, then you figured the highlight would be Murphy’s proposal to you in front of the entire stadium. It was wonderful and touching but it was the second happiest moment of your life. The first one had to be when you and Murphy initially got together back at Hogwarts. However, that all changed once you were whisked away to the engagement party that very same day.

After Orion invited you and all your loved ones to his private island for your engagement party, you’d say that would take the cake. Being on a large private island with all of your friends and family was a fairytale. Not only were your friends and professors from Hogwarts in attendance, but also the Weasleys, your father, and Murphy’s family were present for your special day. That alone would have been enough.

Until it wasn’t.

Without a second to reconsider your situation, both you and Murphy agreed to marry that day, finding the circumstances already perfect. The details of the bronze and blue decorations and stunning scenery of the island garden were too good to pass up. Everything was what you could ever want, down to the gorgeous baby blue embroidered dress you borrowed from Terra.

The actual ceremony was a fog, all you could remember was sitting in front of Murphy, staring at his huge gorgeous grin and declaring your love to your families and each other as Orion officiated the whole thing. You were eye level with your husband, the way you have always been and will always be.

But now you were seated beside him as you were eating your dinner as official newlyweds. Charlie was dancing with Murphy’s grandmother, not surprising you one bit as the older woman swung around the dragon tamer without a care in the world. She was now your grandmother-in-law. She was family, as was Murphy’s wonderful mother, and the idea of your ever growing family brought a smile to your already overjoyed face.

“What’s on your mind, darling?” Murphy chuckled beside you, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles softly.

He looked so good, his hair was perfectly positioned like it always was, but his gray eyes appeared a touch warmer, maybe it was the setting sun that made it so. Nonetheless, your breath caught at the man that was forever yours.

“I just, this is mine. It’s ours Murph. Can you believe it?”

He stared back at you, a soft smile grew on his face as he leaned in to kiss your neck while a hand rested on your knee beneath the table. By now the punch that Tonks has spiked left you both relaxed and warm, feeling just how exhausting yet exhilarating the whole day had been. Everything went by so quickly, but here, sitting with Murphy with just your attention on him made it all worth it.

“I can, Rising Star,” he hummed as he played with one of your scarlet curls. A bit of your hair had fallen down from its hold after all the dancing and congratulatory hugs. You probably looked a mess, but you knew Murphy would never care. “This, all of this,” he motioned to the collection of both of your loved ones, “we created together. It’s all ours because we worked for it. Not to mention we’re a pretty spectacular pair, love. Let’s be honest, a professional beater who ended her career with a Quidditch World Cup is married to a soon-to-be famous commentator, I’d like to think we’re a power couple. The possibility of us ending up with such a good group of people around us boils down to a handsome 94.3%. Although, that number cou-“

His rambling was cut off by your kiss, giggling as he instantly leaned into you, his thumb grazing your cheek. You adored Murphy’s tangents; however, right now you just wanted his lips on yours. To be entirely honest you wanted more than a kiss but you two being in public surrounded by family members proved that to be difficult. That didn’t stop your hand from dropping onto his leg, lightly gripping it as you continued to kiss him. His eyes widened at your touch, chuckling before countering your move by running his hand higher up your dazzling dress.

“Tell me, love. Wanna play a game of chess tonight? Because I think it’s about time I make a few moves on you.”

Your face dropped at his cheesy joke, finding it adorable and yet equally atrocious. His wiggling brows settled your decision, though.

“I think we could arrange that. But don’t forget, the queen is the most powerful player,” you whispered as your hand continued to trail higher up his leg, growing threateningly closer to his hips. Before you could continue your little ruse, Murphy rolled away from the table in a second, beckoning for you to follow.

“Murph! We can’t just leave everyone, they’ll know what’s up!” “Darling, this is expected of us! What freshly married couple doesn’t fully abandon their wedding early in the night? Let’s be honest, Orion and Terra got to business immediately. With the way they’ve been popping out kids, I’d say there is a 98% chance of them leaving early tonight to make another baby! The other 2% is for something dumb, like a bathroom break. But other than that I can assure you, they didn’t waste any time. Besides everyone is getting plastered. Now let’s roll, McNully!”

Despite being barefoot and relatively sober, your feet could not move faster than Murphy’s quick arms, bringing him closer to the suite Orion and Terra had reserved for you two. You were giggling, holding up your gorgeous dress but almost toppled over Murphy as he suddenly stopped.

“Wait! We have to do this right!”

Murphy reached behind him so you stood in front of him before lifting you up and draping you across his lap. If he couldn’t carry you across the threshold, this was his next best option. Still your arms instinctively raised to his shoulders, holding him close as he brought you into the beautiful room, closing it behind you two.

At the sound of the clicking lock, your hands found their home in his golden hair, tugging at it as you kissed him deeply. As if you’ve never kissed the man before, you just couldn’t get enough of him. His hands held you tight to his chest, his grip holding onto your hips desperately. You took your time with him, lightly scratching at his exposed collarbone as you started unbuttoning his shirt slowly. The hard planes of his chest looked so inviting, the skin slightly bronzed from being out in the sun all day. Your lips traced his neck leaving tiny nips with every breath you took.

With your attention fully on him, you were surprised to find your pale aqua dress had been unzipped and the bodice was hanging dangerously low on your chest. Murphy continued to tug down the now annoying garment, growling as more of your chest was revealed to him. You found the sudden air against you chilling, making you shiver as his lips started biting the swell of your breast as one of his strong hands began kneading the other. His touch was electric, making your head dip back at the sensation of him kitten licking your nipple.

“Checkmate, darling.”

His low chuckle was both lustful and cruel; he enjoyed just how desperate you became as soon as his mouth was on your hot body. And there was no escape as one of his hands moved from your breast down to your waist. But you didn’t want to give into him too easily. You were a beater after all.

So with a shift of your hips, you settled your cunt over his thick thigh and slowly started to grind down on him. That alone wasn’t enough to make Murphy fold, but once your hands started to unbuckle his trousers, you knew he was done for. He grunted in frustration as you pulled him out of his briefs, teasingly rubbing your thumb over the most sensitive part of him. The combination of your writhing hips, your hand on his cock, and your fist in his hair, made Murphy whine against your chest.

“Like I said, the queen is the most powerful,” you breathed against his flushed face as you started to fully pump him, enjoying the way his face contorted at your touch while his eyes darkened.

You kept a consistent rhythm against him, mewling at the perfect friction his leg provided your clit. Leaving the rest of the party was a smart choice, you acknowledged as you bit down on Murphy’s shoulder.

“Take off your shirt,” you demanded from Murphy who did nothing to waste your time.

Tiny nibbles brandished his neck as he worked on the last button of his shirt, revealing his golden taunt skin. Murphy’s gray eyes glowed in the reflection of the ocean waves, looking positively beautiful. Your fist worked faster against him, until you released him without warning. His groan was addicting, but you didn’t want him to cum yet. He had to work for that.

Instead your hips continued to swivel on his lap, pressing your breasts into his face as you rid him even harder. The pressure you were putting on him was pure euphoria for you; however, an ache in Murphy’s hip started flaring up with every grind you made. His face twitched in pain, but he wanted you to get off, so he sped up the process by flicking your clit with his thumb firmly. With a fistful of blonde hair and your teeth digging into his strained shoulders, you came quickly, the feeling causing you to buck even harder on your husband as you rode it out.

When you were able to focus again, you could tell that something was off with Murphy. He was suddenly distracted by something other than you, which was not normal for the man who had been enamored with you since you met so many years ago.

You took Murphy’s strong jaw into your hands, thumbs grazing over his sharp cheekbones, “Is everything okay, love?” “It’s my hip,” he huffed disappointedly. “It’s acting up a bit.”

This happened sometimes with Murphy; having to sit for majority of his hours left his hips and spine temperamental at times. Your need to tease and play with Murphy was replaced with the incorrigible need to make him feel better, in whatever way you could.

With a soft smile, you kissed the tip of his nose, giggling when he scrunched his face at your cute gesture.

“You stay here. Okay, honey?” You asked as you stood up, fully dropping the gorgeous dress to reveal your smooth naked body to your husband. Murphy dropped his head back dramatically at the sight of you leaving him and disappearing into an adjoining room.

“No, babe, come back! We just got married for Merlin’s sake!”

The sound of running water perked the blonde’s ears, suddenly intriguing him as to your intentions. He started rubbing the soft curve of his hip, trying to work out any knots and stress that plagued him. After a few minutes, you came back with a skip in your step which made your husband hone in on the way your chest moved as you did. The view only got better once you leaned over to kiss the shell of his ear.

“Follow me, big guy.”

Murphy followed you happily, enjoying the way you giggled as you led the way into the bathroom. It wasn’t giant, but the sizeable tub in the corner was blasting with jets and scented bubbles. You smiled hazily at the heat that radiated off the surface of the turbulent waves and fixed your hair so it was high up on your head.

The large grin that broke out on your husbands face was gorgeous; he lifted himself out of his chair and onto the step by the tub. You knelt down in front of him to finish pulling off his pants and briefs. He always loved how quick you were to lower yourself to your knees for him, but this was different. Still intimate, but it was done in admiration. Your soft hands curved against the muscle of his calves as you placed kisses to the inside of his knee. Murphy liked seeing this soft yet still confident side to you, he never questioned your ability to be both, but it was stunning to see so clearly. That was until you left a cheeky bite to his inner thigh, making him laugh loudly.

You stepped into the tub slowly, checking the temperature and sighing at the comfortable sting. Murphy placed his legs into the tub before slowly lowering himself into the relaxing bubbles, moaning softly as the jets pounded into his stressed body.

His head was laid back on the lip of the tub with his arms resting on the ceramic beside him. The hot pressure made his eyes close and mouth drop as his chest heaved slightly from the painful and relieving water. He looked heavenly like this, mindlessly accepting pleasure as his joints loosened by the second. You couldn’t help but stare at his plump bottom lip, having the urge to bite it, but that would have to wait.

Having to interrupt this moment made you almost physically ill, but you had a plan and nothing was going to halt it.

Murphy’s eyes peeled open once he felt the water level change, noticing you standing up and leaving the tub. His pupils dilated at the sight of your soapy tits, staring at you like a child watching a fireworks show.

“Scoot up, darling.”

Once again, he followed your orders without much thought, but smirked as you sat behind him. You pulled his back to rest against your chest, loving how from this position you could see the sharp point where his jaw met his neck. He was confused for a moment and lamented the fact he couldn’t see you. However, he preened into your hands when you started massaging shampoo into his golden hair, trying his best to get closer to the scrape of your nails.

Murphy’s low moan sent a wave of pleasure straight down your tummy, making you want to bring out more sounds of desperation and comfort from your husband. You took your time, rubbing all the way from his temples, to the crown of his head, and then down to the nape of his neck. With every new area you treated, he let out tiny low groans, finding the jets and your fingers providing him so much release already.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing?” He laid his freshly rinsed hair on your chest, turning his head to nuzzle his nose against your breast.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he started to nip at the underside of your chest, mindlessly giving you attention for his own sake.

“I asked you first.”

Once, again you brought your hands back up to his hair, lightly scratching the strands that now smelled of tea tree and coconut. The water around you wasn’t as turbulent as before; the jets had settled to a gentler roar, allowing your touch to affect Murphy even more.

“You said your hip hurt, so I wanna help,” you kissed his temple as he now started kitten licking your nipple hazily. The feeling of his tongue on you was sweet, he couldn’t help but touch you in some way. His hands shifted beneath the water, grasping at your shins, now fully placing his entire body weight against you.

“I’ll be okay, darling. You don’t have to do anything for it. I can handle it,” Murphy mumbled.

That was one thing you absolutely adored about Murphy; he was always so strong. Would rather suffer in silence and figure things out for himself. He never complained about anything, he just found solutions, no matter how hard and long it took to get there.

His resilience was admirable, but everyone needed to be cared for every now and again. No matter how strong they were.

Your hand shifted to his chin, directing his attention from your chest and forcing him to look you in the eyes. His lids were half closed, already so relaxed from the jets and your scalp massage that he could hardly keep them open. You hummed happily at the absolutely blissed out expression on his face, rubbing your thumb across his cheek lovingly.

“I know you can handle it, my love,” you cooed into his ear, “You’ve conquered every battle you’ve ever had to face. And that’s possibly one of the sexiest things about you.”

Murphy chuckled lowly at your compliment, staring at how red your lips were from you biting it so many times. But he was taken aback by how gently you are looking back at him. His eyes locked onto yours, the woman he loved before he even knew what love meant. The person who made him excited to wake up and excited to return home. The reason he was as happy as he was.

You were surprised to see his grey eyes suddenly growing misty, his lip quivered for a moment before he craned his head up to your lips. He took his time, relishing in the way your lips molded to his so perfectly, groaning as your hands trailed down the sides of his shoulders.

“You’re the strongest person I know. I just want to make you feel good. Can you let me do that?”

Murphy felt like he should protest, almost as if accepting your invitation was him admitting he needed help, but if there was anyone he would allow to help him, it was you. He nodded appreciatively, which you responded with a kiss to his jaw.

“Hands on the edge of the tub, baby boy.”

With his arms out of the way, your smooth hands had full reign over the firm curves of your husband’s body. You worked at the knots in his shoulders, your lips tracing the skin that was already massaged. This continued down his arms, and down to his hands. It was slow and tedious loving. Something that Murphy had never truly experienced before; his comfort and his pleasure was the only focus.

This was about reminding him that he is more than his aches and pains. He was being positively worshipped by you, arching into your touch as you worked your hands down his tight back. The muscles between his shoulder blades had been built up wonderfully from all the years he spent using his upper body to move the entirety of him. His head rolled back on your shoulder with a gasp, as you continued to the small bit of his waist, starting to kneed at the sore joint that had been impacted from years of sitting. Murphy’s low moans returned, tickling your ear as his breathing grew heavier the longer you touched him.

Your hands were also reaching a part of him that had been abandoned early on, but you planned on relaxing him before getting back to that portion of the massage. Murphy’s hips bucked as you grazed your nails over his v-line, pressing the pads of your fingertips into the dips of his hipbones and down the tops of his large thighs. You could feel the deep scars that marred his skin; some were silver and faded while others remained just as crimson as the day he got them. They were beautiful. Just a tiny screenshot of where he’s been, and how that path somehow led him to you.  

Murphy’s breathing was growing more labored, his arms now held onto your thighs that rested beside his own. He mewled at the way you rubbed at the thick muscle, making sure to get out every inch of discomfort he had ever felt.

From your position, you could no longer reach his calves, the length of your arms wouldn’t allow it. However, there was one part of him that hadn’t gotten the attention it deserved that you could reach.

“I’m going to keep making you feel good, okay baby?”

Murphy sighed at your question, nodding his head eagerly. He didn’t know what you had planned, he just wished to feel your touch again, whatever that meant. However, his eyes rolled back as you gently yet firmly grabbed his cock, finding it hard from your extensive massaging. He practically growled as your ran your hand up his length and nibbled behind his ear.

He was so wound up when he first entered the tub, but now his body could barely hold itself up. The only bit of interaction he could muster was grabbing and lightly scratching your thighs as you played with the tip of his cock slowly. Murphy shuddered, barely able to place kisses on your arm as you brought him closer and closer to his release.

“Please, I just- fuck,” he groaned as you held him tighter, working him at a pace that was torturous but so good, “I need to cum.”

“Then cum,” you giggled into his ear, enjoying how helpless he was beneath your expert grasp. “Do it, love. Cum for me.”

The moment you approved, Murphy’s brows scrunched in pleasure as he found it hard to hold back much longer. His chest was heaving from how intense it all was but with a few final flicks of your wrist, Murphy released with a strangled groan. His grip on your arm was tight, but you worked him through his high, enjoying the way he twitched as he came down.

A large, soft grin spread over Murphy’s face, enjoying the feeling of being held by you. However, the water was starting to grow tepid, causing you to shiver as goosebumps arouse over your now cold skin. Murphy took notice of your shuddering body, so he rotated within the tub until he faced you. Neither of you said a word, just basked in the presence of each other while your hands worked in sync, cleaning off any remnants of sweat or sand from each other. It was sweet as you two serviced one another, making sure both of you were cared for.

After you were clean, you hopped out of the tub to grab your robe as you held Murphy’s chair still. He lifted himself into his seat, noticing how much better his hips felt just from your impromptu massage. You were about to hand him a towel until he winked and speed off into the bedroom, reminding you of how you chased him at the beginning of the night.

Lazy and soft Murphy was replaced by his usual playfulness, the mere thought of your husband waiting for you in the other room made you run behind him. You almost slipped on the wet tile, giggling like a lovesick teenager as he laid spread out on the bed. He held out his hands, making grabby motions at you with a smug grin on his satisfied face.

Once you climbed on top of the bed, you yelped when Murphy forced your hips up over his chest and above his shoulders.

“I still plan on having you properly tonight, Mrs. McNully,” Murphy chuckled as he nipped the inside of your thigh, “but I need something to do before I’m ready to go again.”

Without giving you a moment to protest, Murphy pulled you down to his mouth, practically begging you to fuck his face. His eyes were wild as he groaned against your pussy, enjoying the way you played with your chest as the vibrations shocked your entire body. The silk sheets beneath your knees was luxurious and smooth, which was quite opposite to the way your husband was feasting on you like he’d never tasted you before.

You leaned back, resting your hands on his hard chest as he brought his own up to play with your clit. All the while, his other hand snaked around you, stroking himself in order to get himself ready for you.

As Murphy moaned against your cunt, your grinding into his face grew sloppy as you neared your high. The sight of your boy beneath you with his brows furrowed in concentration did you in. With a loud moan, you came on Murphy’s face, still shaking as he continued to rub your clit until you tore yourself away from his greedy mouth.

Your face felt hot from your orgasm, but your whole body flushed at the sight of Murphy stroking himself in preparation for your first night as husband and wife. Seeing Murphy play with himself was sinful as it was, but his smug smirk was enough for you to replace his hands with your own. He happily allowed you to take over, crossing his arms above his head making his biceps more visible despite the room being only illuminated from the moon.

The cool summer breeze cooled your warm skin, making you want to be ask close to Murphy as possible. After a few more strokes, you straddled his hips, taking a moment to rub at the spot that was once sore. Murphy growled in frustration, all he wanted was to finally have his girl after the chaotic day you both shared, so he gripped the back of your neck and collided your lips together in a playful kiss. You giggled against him, feeling fully comfortable and in your element, your thumb traced the smile lines that surfaced as Murphy beamed at you. They weren’t there before you started dating, and you hoped they formed from the years of laughs and grins you’ve shared.

Flashes of your time together at the commentary box in the early mornings, falling asleep on the Ravenclaw common room couches, and the proposal flooded your mind. And little did you know that Murphy was watching you, thinking of your first coffee date together, getting your father’s blessing while showing him the world of Quidditch, and remembering how elated he felt when you said “I do”.

You could’ve fallen into a rabbit hole, reliving all the wonderful little memories that weaved themselves together which created your love story, but Murphy’s hands at the back of your thighs brought you back to the moment. Without another second of hesitation, you placed a teasing kiss at his Adam’s apple before sinking down on him, enjoying how you full he made you feel.

Murphy choked out a grateful chuckle, finding your rocking silhouette mesmerizing in the glow of the moonlight. Your hair glimmered like warm honey, enjoying the way you took it down from its bun and flipped it over your shoulder. His grey eyes drank in the vision of you, baffled by the mere fact that you fell so in love with each other. Every sigh that left your swollen lips sounded like a symphony, a masterpiece that only he got to hear.

Your skin looked so smooth, making it impossible for Murphy to keep his hands off you. Loud moans escaped you as he massaged your breasts, arching even further into his calloused touch as you bounced on his lap. Murphy loved seeing you taking charge of your pleasure, practically using him for your own needs, but he needed to feel closer to you.

In a second, Murphy turned over so you both laid on your sides, chests pressed against each other so tightly that your hearts started pounding in sync. The new position surprised you but you had not time to question it once Murphy started to pump into you slowly but deeply. He adored when you were grinding on top of him, but nothing was better than getting to hold you tightly as he thoroughly wrecked you until you cried against his neck. All he wanted was to look into your crystal blue eyes as he made love to his new wife and you were in no way going to deny him that opportunity.

You moaned louder once Murphy hooked your leg around his arm and brought it higher up his hip, the new angle allowed him to fill you even more which you didn’t think was possible. The friction was so intense, leaving you helpless as he worked his cock harder into you, gaining more satisfaction as you peppered kisses to his hard chest.

Murphy’s moans turned to low grunts once he felt your cunt tighten around him, both of you moved in perfect messy harmony. Your body’s worked together as they had countless times before. It was mindless glorious fucking, limbs intertwined with one another as teeth grazed the skin and nails scratched every burning itch you two created in one another.

The overwhelming feeling in your core made you whine against him, finding it impossible to hold back your orgasm. Your fingers dug into his soft hair, scratching it as you kissed him tirelessly. Murphy groaned against your lips as he worked hard to get you off; nothing was prettier than you crying in ecstasy from his attention.

He once again twisted your bodies so he was on his back as he pounded into you hard. You cried against him muttering nothing but his name as your arms gave out beneath your shuddering body. His motions were unrelenting, ripping the most intense orgasm from you without warning.

“Cum from me, darling,” you stammered as his hips still continued to rock into you recklessly chasing his own high. “Let me see you. Let me see you cum.”

Murphy groaned at your lustful request while your pussy clenched down on him tighly. But the sight of your tear stained cheeks amidst your satisfied smile was what got him to his end. After a few more thrusts of his hips, Murphy released with a strangled groan, panting hard at the feeling of you around him.

You stayed like that, him still in you as you laid on top of his chest, finding comfort in the thrum oh his heartbeat against your ear. Murphy stroked your hair behind you ear, needing to see how you nuzzled tiredly into his chest. His heart felt like it was going to burst at the vision of you sleepily placing tiny kisses to his collarbone.

It felt like you laid like that for hours, not saying anything, just enjoying the comfort you brought each other. Laying in his arms was nothing short of paradise, and Murphy felt the same. As the cool ocean air chilled the room, you decided to lift yourself off of him to unravel the bedsheet so you both could snuggle beneath the covers.

Without a word, Murphy kissed your nose as he held you tightly against him, finding his entire peace with you by his side. Before you fell asleep, you placed a kiss to the side of his neck before whispering.

“Checkmate.”

@kc-needs-coffee

[ardent-musings]

Naughty and Nice

Murphy McNully Smut

 Warning: NSFW +18, also everything in this is consensual! Just want to clarify :)

December – 1993

Eighteen months. Eighteen months was far too long for you to be away from Murphy. When you two decided on parting for that amount of time, you knew it was going to be hard. But never could you imagine how you would miss simply sharing space with him, hearing his cheery voice talk statistics and strategy as you sipped your coffee in the morning. You craved him in your life. A life without Murphy was dull and lifeless and as you stared at the sleepy man beside you, the idea of being without him again seemed like torture. Everything about him filled any vacancies that remained in your life’s puzzle.

You’ve been in this position before, sleeping side by side on a plush couch, your head was resting on his firm chest, thanking how all the years of rolling himself around made him so strong. It had been so long since you got the chance to hold his muscled body against your own, he emanated a warmth that countered the piles of snow that laid just outside the windows. His easy and even breaths allowed you to fall asleep with him.

After hours of laying together, you awoke to find him nuzzled into you, all blissfully unaware of how much you loved his gentle sighs as he slept. Your wonderful chatterbox of a boyfriend was silent and yet he still took your breath away. His blonde hair was tussled from you running your hands through it mindlessly, it was far too beautiful to not gently play with as he slept. The roaring fire that blazed beside you bounced a luminous glow off his cheeks, making him look all sweet and innocent; it was the exact opposite of the man that regularly ravaged you until you were speechless. But you weren’t complaining.

Your plan was to allow him to rest for as long as he needed, you almost succumbed to continuing your own nap, but before you closed your eyes a whisper of your name woke you up fully. Within the dark room, Murphy was breathing a bit heavier, his face scrunched as he let out your name in throaty groans. It confused you for a second until you felt his hips slowly rubbing up against the side of your body, they were moving on their own accord. The heat that rose to your face matched the copper tones of your hair, suddenly the chilly winter day became sweltering hot at the realization that Murphy was moaning at the thought of you as he slept.

Every word Murphy spoke was able to send shockwaves through you on a typical day; however, the absolute sweetest sound was how your boy was yearning for your touch even if he was unconscious. His groans were desperate and he held onto you tighter, the pounding of your heart threatened to rip open your chest. This moment which was once so soft turned incredibly naughty in a second, and you couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to help your boy relieve his tension.

You’ve discussed this sort of thing before in casually sordid conversations over tea and coffee, and now was the perfect opportunity to put into action a plan that would make Murphy feel good. Before he could grip on to you any tighter, you snaked your body away from his side, the sleepy Murphy whined at the loss. Thankfully he was only dressed in a pair of loose fitting blue pajama pants and a thin tee shirt even though it was unbelievably cold out. He was sprawled out on the couch and you knelt between his open legs as you ran your hands up his taut thighs. God, you loved his body. It was perfect in every way regardless of what anyone had to say.

Murphy was stunning, his arms were now resting above his head exposing a sliver of stomach beneath his flimsy shirt. You practically growled as your hands trailed up to the waistband of his pants, pulling the drawstrings loose so you could wiggle the garment below his v-line. The plane of warm skin where his legs met his hips was begging to be scratched, so you dragged your nails teasingly, enjoying the way his hips bucked at the touch.

Soon enough, his boxers followed just the same, pulled down far enough to grasp his hard cock into your cold hands. It felt invigorating to be touching him like this, every tiny groan and thrust of his hips made you hotter and greedy for an even greater reaction. His whines grew more strangled as you stroked him a bit harder, but it wasn’t enough. Still kneeling between his legs, you bent forward, taking him into your mouth as you tentatively sucked just the tip of him, enjoying the way he moaned like a needy boy. You put all of your focus into taking care of him, your hand stroking what didn’t fit; nothing about this was rushed, you were worshipping him in the best way you knew how.

His noises were getting louder, which made you wetter by the second. Your attention was unwavering, until the feeling of your hair being fisted by Murphy’s grip made you release him with a pop, smiling cheekily as a string of saliva dribbled from your lips.

“Fuck, babe. What are you doing?” He grunted, his head dipping back and exposing his throat as you kitten licked his length. His eyes had hardly even opened yet, the exhaustion that led him to take a nap stuck with him still.

“I think it’s very clear what I’m doing,” you smirked and hollowed your cheeks, your warm mouth felt like heaven around him.

With Murphy still in a daze, all you wanted was to draw even prettier sounds from him, so you fucked with his mind as well as his body.

“Was this what you were dreaming about when you were moaning my name in your sleep, honey?” You joked as you sat up and ripped your shirt over your head, leaving you in a lacy pink bra that left little to the imagination. “Cause, I think this was exactly what you were thinking, bucking your cock into me like a needy boy.”

Murphy huffed at your words, they were condescending but painfully true; he thought of fucking your pretty face until you whined and cried on him. He loved the way you looked with your lips around him as your eyes teared up from the ache in your jaw. It was intoxicating, the blonde boy now grabbed you by the back of your neck, bringing you back down to his cock which you welcomed with a hum.

“Goddamn, babe. Fuck I love your mouth,” he groaned, his morning voice sounding more like a growl than anything else. It sent a wave of arousal down your tummy, this was a fun start to your stay together, you giggled before tasting him again.

Your mocking jokes and attempts at controlling him was abandoned by the way he rocked his hips against your face. Even though he was still working himself out of his nap, Murphy had a way of taking ownership of you without even trying. It was dirty and desperate which only fueled your need for him to cum for you. Hands and lips worked together in rhythmic strokes, leaving you positively dripping at the sight of his face contorting in pleasure. Murphy gasped swears under his breath as he gripped onto you tighter until he finished with a cry, his chest heaving while you cleaned off every drop he offered you.

“Pants off sweetheart,” Murphy mewled sleepily as soon as he was able to catch his breath. You followed orders, stretching out your sore legs and trying to regain balance. By habit, you went to remove your lace panties until he grabbed at the back of your thigh, forcing you closer to him. “Never said to take those off, did I?”

He grinned at you with a boyish smile, as he gripped your legs, propping your wet core above his hungry mouth, both of your legs settled beside his wide shoulders.

“Sit.”

Your eyes widened at his command, hesitating as you held onto the armrest behind Murphy’s head for stability. Looking down at his eager smirk and heavy lids was such a pretty sight and you whined at the thought of following his command.

When you didn’t react fast enough for him, Murphy hooked his arms around your legs, gripping your hips and pulling you down onto his face. His hands were unyielding, but you didn’t want to move once you felt his nose graze long the lace of your wet panties. He hooked one of his fingers around the flimsy excuse for clothing and stared into your glossy eyes as he licked the wetness from your inner thighs. The eye contact was wonderfully intense. Unable to handle the teasing you closed your eyes, until he slapped your thigh as a warning and suctioned his lips around your clit.

With a cry, you grabbed his golden hair between your fingers, holding onto it as you rocked your hips onto his smug face. Murphy always knew how to move his mouth in a way that had you begging. His moans and licking sounds were dirty, your boyfriend was fully putting on a show, and making sure you knew just how much he wanted you to fuck his face.

From his position, staring up at you, watching you grab onto your breasts as you humped his face was beautiful. Your blissed out expression and reddening chest was everything he wanted and more. This was another image he had saved to memory, one he thought of during your time apart when he needed to get off; the mere thought of having his girl on his mouth and whining from his touch was wicked. And now it was happening in the darkness of the room by the heat of the fire. But nothing compared to the heat that was between your quivering thighs as you started moaning above him.

Murphy’s attention and starved lapping at your clit was growing to be too much, your pulse was pounding in your throat and after a few more grinds against his wet chin, you came hard and without warning. But that wasn��t enough for the Murphy who only grabbed at your legs and forced them apart again as he dove back in nearly grunting and depriving himself of getting a full breath.

“Fuck, Murph, I can’t,” you whimpered despite your hips sinking further onto his mouth. Your own body was betraying you.

“I don’t think so, darling. You’re going to give me what I want, ‘cause I know if you wanted me to stop you would’ve safe worded,” he chuckled as his licked once at your clit. “But until then, I’m gonna play with what’s mine.”

And without missing a beat, your sensitive pussy was once again being devoured by your insatiable boyfriend. Your knees tried to close, but Murphy’s strong grip held you down, forcing your burning body as close to him as possible. One orgasm wasn’t enough for your boyfriend, so he continued to feast on you until you came again on his face.

By that time, your body was heaving and holding onto the armrest, just searching for anything to ground you as Murphy continued to kiss and lick you with fervor.

“Come on, sweetie, you can cum again. Be a good girl, stay down,” he was breathless and you couldn’t help but giggle at how wet his face was from his relentless ministrations on your tired cunt. But eighteen months was a long time to go without him, so against your better judgement you lowered yourself down again and awaited whatever he had planned.

With a quick twist, where you were once above him, Murphy now had you pinned against the couch in a sitting position as he finally pulled your panties down and throwing them to the floor. He was laying on his stomach, grinding into the couch as he pried your soft shaking legs open and ate you with raw desperation making you yell. You were sensitive from his pink lips already, but this angle allowed you to see how his back muscles flexed every time as he readjusted his upper body on his elbows. The waistband of his plaid pajama pants hung dangerously low down his back, the dimples at the base of his spine showed in the light that glowed from the fire. He was so powerful and confident in his movements, moving your legs to rest on his shoulders.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he mused as if he was talking to himself, his thumb circled your clit in admiration. “I could die doing this.”

“Murphy,” you whined without having anything else to say. All thoughts and words ceased to exist as he continued to toy with your heat with a single finger.

Tauntingly, he licked his finger and slowly dipped it in you, rubbing up in hooking motions, which made you yelp and pull away. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he continued to pump into you and lick at you yet again, the fire and previous multiple orgasms pulled from your body left you burning to the touch.

“It’s been too long, babe. Seeing you cum for me like that is just too good. Now, I want you take off your bra and play with your pretty tits, darling. Do it. I know you can.”

He added another finger to your wet slit, rubbing deeper than he ever had as he hummed against your clit. After releasing the clasp with trembling hands, you began to knead the flesh of your breasts, playing and flicking at your nipples. Murphy groaned in approval as he continued to pump his fingers into you, enjoying how you wiggled at the feeling of his lips against you.

In an almost innocent demeanor he removed his fingers from you, despite your whimpers at the loss of contact. He was only focusing his thumb on your clit, rubbing in firm little circles. Murphy brought his wet fingers up your chest, grazing them over your neck and tapping them against your lips. Without question, you opened your mouth and welcomed them into your mouth, sucking at your wetness and appreciating the taste. Murphy smiled in awe as you wrapped your pretty lips around him, like you did earlier on his cock. He craved that feeling again, but that would have to wait.

It was almost painful how much focus he had on your clit alone, but the continuous attention had you moaning around his fingers as he pushed them further into your whiny mouth.

“Wanna see you cum like this. I know you can, sweet little slut, you’ve been wanting this,” his brows furrowed as he concentrated on bringing you to yet another orgasm, and after a few more circles from his thumb, your back arched as you came with your hands in his hair.

You were going to move away but Murphy’s fingers pulled from your mouth and dipped back into your sensitive cunt, barely giving you a chance to come down. His fingers were pounding with a purpose as he kissed the inside of your knee.

“Murphy! Shit!” You back was contorted at a painful arch as your hips grinded against him, your upper body elevated by the armrest as you tried to find some distance from his mouth that was now back on your clit.

With a cry that echoed throughout the living room, you came again, your legs closing around the beautiful blonde boy that had just gotten you off for a fourth time. You felt like you were about to pass out, having to jump off the couch just to give yourself a break. This was the only moment you actually rejoiced in the fact that Murphy couldn’t stand up to chase after you.

You fell to the ground, your legs felt like jelly and they ached, you just couldn’t support your weight after the painful pleasure Murphy inflicted on you. The man in question sat up, wiping at his chin and collecting whatever wetness resided on his face and licking it off his fingers.

“God, I missed tasting you babe,” he hummed at your collapsed and trembling form at his feet.

“I can tell, dear god, Murph,” you moaned, the intensity of it all still sent shocks through your body.

“Well, we’re not done, hun.”

You looked up to see Murphy was sitting at the edge of the couch, his cock resting in his hand as the other extended behind him to hold him up. If you weren’t so tired, you would’ve taken him into your mouth again, but your mind was too fuzzy to react just yet.

Murphy could sense your exhaustion, so he got comfortable slowly stroking himself as he watched how your red hair draped on top of your collarbones, framing your heaving tits perfectly. You were gorgeous, all weak yet fully satisfied, and yet he wanted more. He simply could not get enough of you. Your mind, your attitude, your drive. Your undying love was like a drug made specifically for him and him only. No one looked at him the way you did, you looked at Murphy like he was the most perfect person in the world, and god, he thought the same of you.

And there you were, sitting at the base of his feet with elated and tired eyes, still fully entranced by the way his hand moved over himself. A smile pulled on your face and Murphy nearly came at your gorgeous expression, but that’s not how he wanted this to go. With his hand still on his cock, he brought the other to the back of your neck, crashing his lips against yours as he breathed you in. It was slow and gentle, the kiss making you drip again, despite how wrecked you were. But when he released your lips, his grey eyes bore into yours in a way that made you whimper.

“I love you so fucking much,” Murphy whispered with a frown, his jaw dropping as he continued to touch himself just inches from your wanting mouth. His forehead rested against your shoulder as he huffed labored breaths that tickled your neck. You began caressing his tensing thighs, enjoying the way the muscle contracted against your hand. “I can’t… fuck, sweetheart.”

He looked up at you with a worn out look, eyes stormy gray and misty as he held your gaze. Before he could cum again, he brought both hands to cradle your jaw in his large grasp, barely touching you as you lazily kissed his swollen lips. You could still taste yourself against him as your mouth molded to his, gasping into each other in search for air. Murphy was so lost in his need to just kiss you again, the time apart affected him so much that just having your lips on his was pure euphoria. He nearly whined against your mouth as you played with his hair, gently scratching at the nape of his neck.

When neither of you could breathe, you pulled apart but still close enough for Murphy to pepper soft kisses against your jaw. He hummed against your warm skin, inhaling the scent that drove him wild, kisses turned to nips; his stubble scratching against your throat, leaving it burning and red. This position was no longer serving his needs, so Murphy shuffled back against the couch until his back met the soft cushion.

His chest was heaving, clearly overwhelmed by everything he was feeling, and you couldn’t help but stare at him like a lion did their prey. Murphy’s head was resting back, elongating his body into one continuously sinful line all while his hips craned up looking for attention. He gulped at the sight of you inching off the floor and straddling his hips, bringing your lips down to bite at the spot where his shoulder met his neck. Your fingers fished through his hair, exposing his weak spot to you even more.

With greedy intentions, Murphy grabbed your thighs and pressed your hips down onto his own, his need to be close nearly consuming him.

“Come here, babe, let me feel you,” he instructed as he held your hips steady as you sunk down on to his hard cock.

Murphy let out a hiss as you started grinded against him, but you stopped once he gripped your hips hard.

“No…fuck. Stay still, love. I just want to feel you.”

And there you were wanting and whimpering, filled with your lover and gaining nothing but even more desperation from having to remain still. But once Murphy began circling your clit with his thumb again your head fell to his shoulder, shuddering at the tease. You wanted to wind your hips against him, but he forbade it, rather your boy just wanted to feel you tighten against him as he played with you.

“God you’re so pretty,” he groaned against your neck, “Can you cum just from me touching you like this, my girl?”

Before you had your chance to answer, your climax came again, rocking your body against his which made him grunt. You were squeezing him so perfectly, the feeling making him caress your cheek and place tiny kisses at the top of your chest as he gasped. But his thumb kept rolling your abused clit, rejoicing in the way you cried against him. Your tears were reminders of the time you spent apart, each one that fell from your blurry eyes filled him with burning desire. With still hips, your legs trembled, almost cramping as you hit your climax all messily on top of Murphy’s lap .

“There you go, good girl. My perfect girl, yeah?” His thick brow quirked as your stomach tightened, his cock buried in you was making you shutter from the glorious stretch. “Are you okay?”

It took all of your energy, but you nodded with a hazy smile, “What are you talking about? I’m still good for a few more rounds.”

You thought it was a joke, but the idea of you not being satisfied caused a fire to blaze within Murphy’s chest. That dumb little smartass mouth of yours was going to get you in trouble. With a cheeky wink, Murphy grabbed at your legs and began bouncing you up and down his hard cock, a scream erupting from your throat while he laughed. It was a mocking laugh, but it sounded too good as your hips collided with his own. His grip on your hips was almost painful, your tired and burning legs begged you to stop, but Murphy’s aggressive bucking left you no other option.

“Murphy… God, I can’t,” your sentence was lost as a low whine ripped from you.

“Oh no, you will, darling. It’s been too long since I’ve wrecked you the way you deserve. Sweet girl, you’ve never been more perfect. You’re going to cum for me. And then again. You’re going to cum for me as many times as I want because that’s what my girl deserves.”

His mouth took a slight detour as his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking and tugging and the nub between his teeth. Your back arched into his hard chest, alleviating any space between your writhing bodies. His rutting into you hit a spot that made your head fall back, climaxing hard as he flicked your other nipple with his skillful tongue.

You had no idea how many times Murphy had made you come undone, anything that required much thought was just a vain and pointless endeavor. His cock was still slowly rocking into you, working you through your last high while building another one in its place. It was maddening, suffocating fucking, Murphy had never been so determined to see you fall apart so many times, but you couldn’t deny the wonderful ache that was building again in your core.

Mascara was running down your cheeks in pretty streaks, it was almost as pretty as your red swollen lips that dropped as Murphy brought your face close to his.

“There’s my girl,” he praised through gritted teeth. “So sweet. So fucking dirty. So incredibly mine.”

It was as if your hips were moving of their own accord, independent from the strain the rest of your body felt from your countless orgasms. Your mind was dizzy, clit terribly aching, and throat sore from screaming at the beautiful torture only Murphy knew how to inflict on you. Everything told you to stop, but you wanted to see Murphy cum again, his pretty moans were the only thing keeping you from collapsing entirely.

With renewed purpose, you gripped at his hair hard and yanked his head back in order to bite down on his pulse, bouncing hard on his cock.

“Fuck, doll! Goddamn, yes,” Murphy groaned as you sucked at his throat, stilling the air at the source, leaving your boy breathless.

Your whines were reckless, each sound loud and careless without a lick of embarrassment. This was Murphy’s favorite part of you; you were tired and fully fucked beyond comprehension, and yet you were still too stubborn to give up before you got what you wanted. And what you wanted was for Murphy to cry like you did.

“Come on, my love,” you breathed into his neck, tickling his ear before you bit down hard. Murphy yelped loudly, gripping your hips in a bruising manner, leaving crescent shapes where his nails dug into your supple skin. But you didn’t care. You needed him to cum for you. “Let go, baby. I know you want to. Be a good boy for me and cum.”

Your body alone was enough to drive any man crazy, but your words and gnashing teeth against his neck was what made your love cry out in ecstasy. His hips pounding into your weeping pussy, making you both cum at the same time, staring into each other’s eyes as you gripped his hair for stability. Murphy’s head fell to the back of the couch, gasping at the feeling of you pulsing around him like a second heartbeat.

But no feeling was better than the bubbling delight he felt as he watched your head rolling back, your breasts pressed against his bare, hard chest. Your arms and legs were shaking from the pleasure and pain of it all. Gorgeous red hair, scarlet lips, and crimson cheeks left him positively feral for you. And despite his better judgement, he brought his thumb to your clit one final time.

The tiny touch had you falling backwards, making Murphy pin you against the soft cushions. He was still inside you, leaving you feeling so full and warm, but his teasing thumb on your poor clit was overwhelming.

“Just one more, please,” Murphy begged. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you so bad, babe. Please just cum for me one last time.”

You were positively leaking from where he was still situated inside of you, it was filthy and yet you couldn’t deny him his final request. The fire that burned not only stayed at the apex of your thighs, but it spread up your chest and down your calves leaving you aching for relief. His thumb was growing more desperate, circling faster as you pulled at his blonde hair, mewling and crying from both pain and pleasure.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Cum for me. Cum for me love,” he groaned against your throat.

After a few more seconds of relentless stimulation to your sore clit, your hips bucked against his, shaking and panting as you fell apart for the last time that night. You couldn’t help but scream and sob as you rocked up against him. Every nerve ending in your body was up in flames, the fire from the blazing logs beside you in the pit hardly compared to the state Murphy left you in. The whole time you were thrashing heedlessly beneath his hard body and unable to control your movements, Murphy was cooing and praising you.

He understood he put you through so much, both physically and mentally, and all he wanted to do now was bask in your afterglow. Getting you off nine times was a wondrous feat but nothing was more beautiful than the way you looked after being devilishly worshipped by him. Murphy was brushing the sweaty hair that stuck to your forehead, he had to see your pretty face all hazy and thoroughly loved. His chest fell on yours once your breathing pounded in a steady beat. Appreciative kisses ghosted all over your temples, cheeks, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. It was slow and gentle, but full of love and adoration.

You could hardly comprehend what had just happened, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was your gorgeous man was lying on top of your flushed chest, smiling with a shit eating grin at his fantastic performance. With whatever sanity remained, you grabbed a cashmere blanket that fell to the floor, wrapping it around your sore and sweaty bodies.

Whatever you did to deserve this man, you had no idea. But it had to be fate, or destiny. Something bigger than yourself had placed this man into your life. He was perfection in every way. And there was no one who would love him as dearly as you did. As Murphy grinned up at you with love filled eyes, you knew he felt the exact same way. With a final kiss, you settled onto the couch fully and held Murphy close to you for the first time in a year and a half. You had a lot to catch up on, but if this was any indicator of what was in store, you couldn’t wait to get started.

@kc-needs-coffee (Enjoy babe. I was excited to expand on one of your C&C chapters!)

[ardent-musings]

Attention and Atonement

A Murphy McNully Smut 

For my girl @kc-needs-coffee. I hope you enjoy this bb. 

Warnings: NSFW. 18+. Sexual Activity, Lap Dance, Hair Pulling, Oral (f receiving), Riding

+ Murphy was stressed out from working all day and you do what you can to help him unwind.

           You were absolutely losing your mind as you walked back and forth in your kitchen. Murphy was sitting in the next room working and scribbling in his spread sheets and books that were filled with every Quidditch maneuver one could imagine; and he had no idea how tempting he was as he did so. It was dreadfully sinful how the blonde so good; he was hunched over at his desk, his skillful fingers twirled a quill with ease as he bit down at his lower lip in concentration. His current expression was far more intense than it usually was and it began to affect you in more ways in one.

           The first part of you, the part that adored the boy with your whole heart worried for him. He had been working himself to the bone trying to come up with solutions and strategy, eventually finding problems in everything he devised. He needed to take a break but with deadlines creeping up on him, you knew there was no way he was going to allow himself the luxury. But the second, and perhaps the stronger part of you, needed him. And you needed all of him. You couldn’t stop staring at him as he crumpled a piece of parchment and tossed it to the ground into an already existing pile of trash.

           “Babe,” you quietly approached him, sensing how much tension he was holding in his strong shoulders. God, if he wasn’t a commentator, he would have been a perfect beater; his body was molded for it. “What’s wrong?”

           He tilted his head back, exposing his neck to the girl as he groaned in frustration, “Everything is wrong. I thought I had devised a perfect schedule for myself that would allow me enough time to get all my work done. There was a 97.3% chance that I would get everything done days in advance but I was off. My numbers were wrong. And now, not only do I have to draw up new plays and techniques for the team to test out but I also have to rush to get it all done.

           “I’m losing my patience, darling. Truly I am beginning to panic and I don’t know if I can stay on track. I cannot eat, I cannot sleep, I cannot leave this desk until I am done.”

           He let all of that out in a single breath almost making himself pass out from the stress. It hurt you to see him so overwhelmed, “Everything will work out, love,” You draped your arms over his strong shoulders and gave his a kiss to the shell of his ear which notably made the boy shiver. “How about I go make you a lavender tea?”

           Murphy nodded enthusiastically as he brought all of his attention back to his work. You pulled away and noticed him running his hands through his usually perfectly styled hair, the messy look only reminded you of how ruined it looked in the morning after a long night of fun.

           He needed a break, you needed him. So you turned to the kitchen and began making him some tea, but once that was done you ran to your room and pulled out a stunning strappy cobalt bra with matching panties. It looked gorgeous against your skin and from past experience, you knew it was Murphy’s favorite. You hid the gorgeous set beneath a robe while you grabbed your boy’s tea and shuffled to him.

           “Here you go, sweetie.”

           Murphy hummed, not only from the smell of the calming tea but from the way your nails were slowly playing with his hair. He was adoring the feeling of you grabbing at the roots followed by a gentle scratch of his scalp.

           “Fuck, darling, you’re distracting me,” Murphy stared at you desperately.

           “Well good, baby boy, that was the plan,” your hand trailed from his hair to his neck and rested at the base of his neck.

           “I told you I can’t leave this desk, I have too much to do,” he whined.

           “Who said anything about leaving the desk, baby,” you undid your robe to expose your lingerie to the strategist whose eyes rolled back at the sight of you. “Just pay attention to your papers. I’ll just be here.”

           You patted his lap as you slowly seated yourself on top of him, finding his strong thighs the perfect chair for you. “In my humble opinion, I feel like it’s a smart strategy to give yourself a break, yeah?”

           Murphy groaned as you rested your head against his shoulder, slowly gyrating your hips on top of his, “Darling, god do I want you but I don’t have enough time to stop working,”

           “Then let me do the work,” you smirked as you continued to rock against his lap, and playing with your hair. The boy behind you started breathing more heavily at the friction you caused against him, you were glorious.

           “Goddamn, baby you look good,” his hands placed themselves on your hips, encouraging you to sit down on him fully. That did nothing to help your need for him, the trousers that he was wearing rubbed against you perfectly. “You been missing me, sweetie?”

           “Well you have been ignoring me,” you stood up momentarily just to sit back down, this time to face the flushed boy. His lips looked slightly swollen from all the lip biting and it sent a rush of energy straight through you. “I almost had to take matters into my own hands.”

           You kissed at his neck and he gulped as your teeth grazed his throat, “Fuck, you know, I think if I take a break there will be a 76% chance that-“

           His rant was caught off by you pulling at his hair again, the burn only made Murphy want you more.

           “There will be a 100% chance of you fucking me if you just stop talking, baby boy,” you warned him with a sweet smile.

           His eyes widened at your filthy admission, his stare was suddenly animalistic as he effortlessly lifted you by your hips and placing you in front of him. You were surprised by the sudden change in location, but when Murphy started placing hungry kisses at the inside of your thighs, all you could do was stare. Nothing looked more beautiful than the sight of your baby boy between your legs.

           “Gonna put your mouth to work?”

           Murphy shook his head, caught off guard by your cheekiness. But your jaw dropped when he rolled closer to you and locked his chair so he could get as close to you as he could. He looked up at you with a smirk and lowered his mouth onto you. Nothing could make this moment any better; and then he pulled your legs and placed them over his wide shoulders.

           “Well, darling you and I know how fast I can move my mouth,” he joked as he placed a teasing kissed to your lace-covered clit. Your heart pounded at his grazing tongue that traced the pattern in your panties. God, he was always so fucking good at that you thought as you fell back on his desk. He grabbed at your hips and pulled your pussy closer to him, effectively caging you in his toned arms. “Fuck, I’m gonna make you feel so damn good.”

           You loved when he got like this, so incredibly desperate that he couldn’t help but want to get a taste. And he was certainly starving tonight. He pulled your panties to the side as he finally began to run his tongue along the expanse of your pussy, making you grab at his hair once more. As his tongue teased you, his other hand held you open for him, giving him all the access he needed to your aching clit.

           “Fuck, baby,” you cried at him, which made the boy chuckle into you making you arch your back beneath him. He loved hearing your pretty moans; despite his love for talking, he would go silent just to be able to hear you beg for him.

           “Yeah, gorgeous? You like that?” He smiled as he dug his tongue deeper in you, drinking every drop of you. Murphy took one hand and began rubbing his thumb slowly on your clit, smirking at the way it made you shake on his desk. You gasped in surprise, grinding yourself into the new touch that made you catch your breath.

           “God, fuck, you know I like that, baby. I love that.”

           You began to grab at your breasts through your blue bra, your nipples were already hard just from him teasing your clit. This was going to be a long night considering how tortuous he was with you. He would go from fast kitten licks to your clit and pulling away entirely to kiss your thighs. Nothing was sexier than you being denied your release, he thought as your breasts were heaving beneath your grabby hands.

           “Pinch those nipples for me, honey pot,” he moaned, licking a wet finger and sucking it into his mouth. He hummed lowly at your taste as he placed that same finger and dipped it into you, rubbing at you as he began licking your clit.

           You followed orders, grabbing at your boobs as he continued to fuck you with one goal in mind, to get you to cum on his face. He now held you down as he worked his tongue firmly against your clit as her finger fucked you. Your cries sounded like music to him as he added another finger and pounded into you perfectly. It was so overwhelming how good he was at eating you, and Murphy knew your body from his extensive hours of getting to play with it.

           “Fuck, I can feel you squeezing my fingers, love,” he said as continued to fuck you with the most satisfied smile on his face. “Does baby need to come?”  

           “God, yes,” you cried as his tongue went back to suck at your clit, “Baby, please baby.”

           Murphy smirked against you, thoroughly enjoying the taste of you on his lips. You held yourself up to watch him play with you. He looked so engaged with that part of you, devouring you like he couldn’t get enough.

           “You better cum for me,” he taunted. “I want you to be a good girl and cum for me.”

           His movements were relentless, pressing and rubbing at you which made you jerk against his tongue. Murphy held your hips down on his tongue, making it impossible for you to squirm away. It was overwhelming you; you knew you wouldn’t last long as he pressed down on your swollen clit. Your hips jerked towards him, racing towards your high.

           You were trying to hold it off, wanting to prolong the moment, but your attempts were fruitless as he relentlessly fucked you. He just craved you, moaning after every lick. Your breathing was labored, every part of your body feeling hot to Murphy’s teasing. It just felt too good. He felt so good.

           You cried out, holding his beautiful hair in a tight grip as you finally fell over the edge. He didn’t let you go; Murphy continued to lick at you, working you down from your high. He rubbed at your thigh, calming you until you sat up and pulled him up for a sloppy kiss. You were still trying to gain focus, but after kissing you, the thought of fucking him brought you back down.

           “You look so hot when you cum, darling,” he chuckled against your lips as he rolled away a bit.

           All you could do was lazily smile as you kissed up his jaw to the side of his neck. You weren’t done with him, and from how tight his pants were, you knew that the night wasn’t over.

           “As do you, baby boy,” you wiggled off of his desk to begin unbuckling his belt. “That’s why I’m gonna ride you.”

           He smirked at you, placing his arms behind his head, giving you all the room to undo his pants. You hated how cocky he looked at the moment, but god, it made you want to fuck the smirk off his face.

           You pulled him out of his pants and boxers, rubbing your hand over him. The slight touches made the boy groan in delight, you loved how sensitive he was.

           “Fuck,” he growled quietly to himself, the sound making you sigh. You loved when he vocalized how good he was feeling. Everything that came out of that man’s mouth was perfection.

           “Wanna get fucked, sweetie?” You asked as you sat on his lap, continuing to stroke him. He grinned at you, knowing that no matter what he said, the night would end with you sitting on him. He knew how much you loved getting fucked by him.

           “Come on, baby,” he cooed at you as he unclasped your bra, kissing and sucking on your chest. “Show me how good you ride. Prove yourself, Rising Star.”

           God he was perfect. He knew exactly what to say to get you to lose your mind. Without hesitation you placed a condom on him, rubbing his dick teasingly, which shut him right up. He gripped your hips tightly as you sat up in order to maneuver him. Both of you were desperate for each other, staring into your glowing eyes as you kissed roughly. You just had to be as close as possible.

           Once you sunk yourself down onto him, Murphy let out a whine; you squeezing him was almost too much for him. He had been hard since he saw you in your lingerie. You looked so perfect as you bounced on top of him. Your hair cascaded behind you as you tipped your head back, getting overwhelmed by how good he felt. Murphy loved how your mouth was wide open, gasping as he began massaging your ass and rocking you harder against him.

           “Look at me, baby,” he said as he grabbed you by the back of your neck and directing your eyes to him. It was so intense like this, staring into his eyes with your chests pressed against each other, his dick perfectly filling you. You loved him. Everything about him. He was so beautiful to you, everything about him made you feel drunk of Amortentia; his voice, his body, his heart was gorgeous. “I love you so much darling.”

           You moaned against him, smiling at his declaration and holding his face in your hands. “I love you, Murphy. I love you.”

           The both of you were huffing, with him groaning swears under his breath every time you swiveled on top of him. You could feel yourself tensing on him, every time he slammed up into you brought you that much closer to getting off again.

           “Are you getting there?” He asked as he kissed at the base of your neck. God he was everywhere.

           “Yes,” you whined on top of him, increasing the speed of your hips as he timed his thrusts with you.

           “Well then let’s get you there, beautiful,” he began to firmly rub at your clit, enjoying the way it made you scream his name. “I wanna see you cum again.”

           Your body was moving on instinct, knowing exactly what to do as you fucked in tandem with him. Once again, his attention to your clit left you breathless as you rocked carelessly on his lap, fucking him into his seat. From his position he could smell the lovely floral perfume you always wore. It smelled glorious. But all you could focus on was how you were gonna get off.

           “I can feel you getting close,” he moaned. “I’m right there, too, honey.”

           You could tell; he was jutting into you sporadically, it was all becoming too much for him too. He held onto your hips tightly as he began to nibbling at your neck. Your body was on fire, chasing your high. After moaning his name you came around him as he continued to rock into you. It was painfully blissful, your body shaking at the relentless fucking.

           Murphy was right behind you, gasping at how damn good you felt on him. His hard chest heaved at the feeling and he groaned out your name as he finally came. It felt like every worry he had that day just disappeared and all he could focus on was you. He loved feeling you pressed up against him, he loved how your hearts started beating in time with one another. You kissed his cheek tiredly as he placed kisses on your neck. Times like this with him meant the world; just happily existing in time with each other.

           “Feel less stressed?” You asked as you popped a tiny kiss to the tip of his nose.

           Murphy nodded. He could barely function; he felt so relaxed and could only offer you a soft smile.

           He just held her as she hugged him back, “Thank you for that, love. I needed a break.”

           “I’m just glad to have helped,” you giggled at him.

           Murphy’s eyes grew wide as he rolled closer to his desk, with you still on his lap. He began scratching at his sheet with a hopeful smile. Once again he was back at it, but after a minute he dropped his quill and threw his fists up in victory.

           “I got it baby! I figured out the flaw in my strategy,” he cheered as he finally solved what had been bugging him all day.

           “Really? Post-nut clarity was all you needed?” You laughed at Murphy who dug his face into your neck at the teasing. He nodded with blushy cheeks once he pulled away to stare at you lovingly.  

           “God, that was good,” he began to tickle your side which made you jump off of him and run into the adjacent room. Murphy laughed at your reaction and rolled right after you. Now that he fixed his issue, he could possibly play with you for longer. And you were about to find out.

[lifeofkaze]

Home Run

Murphy McNully x Reader

 A/N: This is officially the hardest thing I’ve ever written. Jeez, baseball is complicated… I apologise for any inaccuracies, I really tried my best to understand it properly! Dedicated to @kc-needs-coffee​

Warning: NSFW, +18 only, public sex, exhibitionism, fingering, severe lack of knowledge about baseball

Word Count: ~ 2.100

To say Murphy was bored was an understatement. Not that he would have ever let it show of course; he knew just how much him accompanying you to one of your beloved baseball matches meant to you. But as his grey eyes swept the length of the admittingly impressive stadium he couldn’t deny he wished the events unfolding on the lawn below him would speed up.

He leaned back in his wheelchair and calculated the odds of the pitcher’s next ball reaching the catcher and sending the player swinging his bat in anticipation off the pitch. They were discouragingly low.

His head turned to where you were sitting next to him; you leaned towards your dad, who had managed to bag the tickets for today’s match in the first place. Both of you were enthralled by the game you shared a singular passion for, eyes fixed on the square sand pitch surrounded by the green, cone-shaped lawn.

You had swapped your usually very elegant and feminine attire for a navy baseball jacket bearing the logo of your team and a matching cap rested on your glossy curls. You even wore your team’s colours painted on your cheeks, reminding him of a different championship game you had attended together. He smiled at the thought of your face showing off the colours of your favourite Quidditch team and his smile widened as he recalled how you had celebrated afterwards, in private.

Murphy’s eyes caught the gaze of his own mother, who sat on the other side of your father, looking equally lost as he was; just like him, she had tagged along because she wanted to understand the obsession of her friend about a game she knew little to nothing about.

She tapped the man beside her on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear; he turned from his daughter and chuckled as he explained something to her, pointing to the figures on the field, waiting for the pitcher to finally get a move on and throw the ball.

And sure enough, the player with the bat hit the ball squarely, sending it flying away over the heads of his opponents as he started running around the field to score his points.

His eyes not leaving the pitch, Murphy leaned over to you, smiling at how focused you were on your favourite game.

“Just so I get this right,” he asked as your tore away your beautiful blue eyes from the pitch, “the player has to run until the others have caught the ball, correct?”

Your lips curled into a lenient smile. “Or until he reaches his home base again,” you clarified.

“Hm,” Murphy hummed in response. “And it just falls down; it won’t go flying anywhere out of its own accord.”

“No,” you answered matter-of-factly.

“So the beater literally has nothing else to do than to hit it and then run?”

“I’m delighted you remembered, babe,” you sighed. “And he’s called batter, not beater.”

Murphy made an indignant sound. “Which is not logically comprehensible; he actually beats the ball.”

“And he does so with a bat,” you shot back with a laugh.

He rested his hand on your thigh and sighed as both of you turned your attention back to the game. Although he really tried to get as excited for the sport as you were, he just couldn’t deny the main problem with it. It just wasn’t Quidditch.

A collective roar went through the stadium as the beater – batter, Murphy corrected himself – collided with one of the basemen scattered around the pitch and both fell to the ground; one of them was covering his nose as blood started seeping from it.

As the medical teams jogged onto the field, a cheery song sounded from the speakers of the stadium.

“Now, my friends, let’s spread some love!” the announcer shouted excitedly into his microphone as the big screens littered around the pitch’s perimeter were suddenly covered in a shower of hearts. “It’s time for the kiss cam!”

One eyebrow raised, Murphy turned to you for an explanation, but it wasn’t really necessary. He quickly got the drift as he saw one couple after the other appearing on the big screen, each one kissing more passionately than the one before them to the whooping cheers of the crowd.

He blinked in confusion as his own enlarged features suddenly stared back at him, while you covered your face with your hands and groaned in exasperation. A grin spread across his face as he turned towards you and pried your hands away, looking deeply into your ocean blue eyes.

“Let’s give them a show, shall we?” he whispered smugly.

Before you could object, he had cupped your cheek with his hand and pulled you close, sealing your lips with a passionate kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck as the frenetic crowd cheered you on. He could taste the beer and lemonade you had been drinking on your lips and his heart started beating faster as heat spread inside his stomach. The blood had risen to your cheeks; you looked breath-taking with that blush only he could bring to your face and he had to fight the urge to pull you back to him for more.

Your eyes reluctantly tore away from his as the medics finished their work and the game continued; but Murphy was in no mood to concentrate on baseball anymore.

He wasn’t the only one whose body temperature had apparently risen considerably, though. You downed the remains of your drink in one go and held your cup under his nose.

“Want to get some more?”

Murphy nodded without a second thought and the two of you left your seats, heading away from the pitch. All the way over to the concession stands, you were raving about the game and how well your team was performing. He nodded absentmindedly every now and then, but wasn’t really listening. All he could do was staring at your perfect red lips and imagining how they would feel on his bare skin.

“Murphy?”

He snapped out of his not exactly innocent thoughts. “Sorry, what?”

“Were you even listening?” you chuckled.

“Sorry,” he smiled apologetically, “I got a little bit distracted.” His eyes swept over your curves he loved so much, even though the full beauty of them was hidden under your baggy jacket.

A devilish grin spread on your face. “Oh, I noticed,” you purred as you bent down to him to place another kiss on his lips, this one a lot hungrier than before.

“I don’t think I care for drinks anymore,” Murphy whispered hoarsely into your ears as you broke away from him. His eyes found the door of restroom with special accessibility they had passed before.

Your eyes followed him and your smile started to fade. “No way, babe,” you shook your head, “the restrooms are gross!”

Murphy wrapped his strong hands around your waist, nonetheless. “Not many people are allowed to use them,” he explained, “they’re typically not nearly as bad as the regular ones.”

You weren’t completely persuaded, but couldn’t deny the fluttery feeling building inside you at his firm grip on you; you could almost feel the electricity between you, even through the layers of your clothes.

“The game might be over anytime now, people will be coming down from their seats,” you tried one last time, but not with near as much objection as before.

To prove you wrong, the announcer called the new score; the other team had caught up.

It played into Murphy’s cards wonderfully. “If I remember my baseball lessons with this incredibly hot teacher correctly,” he smirked up at you, “this means we have one extra inning of incredibly tense gameplay ahead of us before anyone is going to miss us.”

Your eyebrows shot up but your smile widened as you looked your boyfriend up and down. “So you did pay attention to me.”

Murphy snorted at your words. “Of course I did; there’s nothing hotter than you getting excited about something.”

You bend down to him again and saw with satisfaction how goosebumps covered Murphy’s neck as you whispered into his ear. “Then let me show how excited I can really get.”

Without another word you turned around and started off into the direction of the restroom, your hips swaying with every step you took. You didn’t turn around to see if Murphy was following you; you knew he was.

He had been right; the restroom was surprisingly clean, absolutely not like you had expected. You were, however, past caring now.

As soon as Murphy had locked the door behind him, he whirled around to you, pulling you on his lap for a searing kiss. His forehead raised the visor of your cap and he broke contact with you to turn it around on your head so it faced backwards. As soon as he was done, his lips found yours again and you opened your mouth eagerly to welcome his tongue as it danced around your own.

You pulled on his lip teasingly as his nimble fingers quickly unbuttoned your jacket and threw it into the far corner of  the room, both of your jerseys following shortly after. He grunted with pleasure as you bit down on the exposed muscles of shoulders.

His hands found their ways to your pants, and an audible gasp fell from your lips as he undid them and slid his hand into your panties, rubbing at your already soaking clit. You raised your hips to give him better access and grit your teeth as his other hand unclasped your bra, allowing his skilled tongue to dart over your hardened nipples.

You buried your face in his blond hair as he slid two fingers into you and hooked them slightly, massaging your sweet spot until it almost drove you insane. Your hips bucked into him and you didn’t even have the time to enjoy the feeling of him finger fucking you as you felt your orgasm build already. Your release washed over you in a wave of pleasure as you buried your face in his blonde hair, intoxicated by the smell of his hairspray and desire for you.

The considerable noise you made was drowned out by the roaring of the crowd but you couldn’t care less what the commentator was announcing. Your eyes drank in the sight of Murphy before you, his grey eyes fixed onto yours, as he stroked his hardened cock, ready to chase another high alongside you.

You hadn’t even recovered from the first one yet as he pulled you down on him, groaning in delight at how tight your walls felt around him. A moan of your own escaped your lips as you dipped your head back, your hair tickling the sensitive skin of your bare back, relishing how your man filled you completely.

The two of you were such a well-practised team, you needed no words to communicate. You moved in perfect unison to the familiar rhythm of Murphy’s thrust, both of your hearts racing like mad. The air was filled with nothing but the sound of your moans and heavy breathing, the occasional cheer from the crowd still watching the game wafting over to you.

But you didn’t notice any of it. Your world had reduced to Murphy and you and your joint hunt for your release. You felt the first traces your second orgasm but you sensed Murphy needing a few more thrusts to catch up with you. So you shifted your weight slightly to an angle you knew that was driving him crazy every time.

After a few more thrusts his breath got uneven and his eyes glazed over before he buried his face into your collarbones. You let yourself go as well and shuddered as both of your orgasms shook you to the core and you screamed Murphy’s name in sweet agony.

You stayed like this for a few moments, until your hearts had stopped racing and your breath began to calm down. Murphy raised his head, placed a tender kiss on your swollen lips and wiped away your smudged face paint before lifting you off him.

You grabbed your clothes and put them on again, before turning your cap around the proper way. With a big smile you tossed Murphy his own jersey.  

“So, what do you think of baseball now?” you laughed, as you watched his brawny chest disappear behind the fabric.

“I still think Quidditch is superior,” Murphy mused teasingly and winked at you. “But I sure don’t mind those extra innings.

[ardent-musings]

My WIP make me so happy

- Orion Amari smut?

- Murphy McNully smut?

- “The Girl Who Vanished”?

So much fun shit.