Warning: Not pure stuff ahead

{Murphy's P.O.V.}

Days had went by since my night with Bellamy and he acted as though nothing happened at all. He still ordered me around, beat people up, and slept with girls. I was kinda glad. Every time I thought about what I did with him I wanted to kill myself, but I couldn't ignore the tiny pull that I felt when I was around him. He hadn't had a mean streak in a few weeks so after a while I didn't think about our night every time I saw him. Just because he was having a great time with his bitches doesn't mean I had to wait till the next time he needed me. Plenty of guys had approached me so one night when I was feeling particularly pent up, I went to Myles' tent and let him fuck me. It wasn't the best but beggars can't be choosers. After he passed out I put my clothes on and quietly left. I was almost to my own tent when a broad chest stood in my way. I didn't have to look up to know who it was. 

"Bellamy?" I looked at him. My heart was beating fast and my breath was getting stuck in my throat.

"Myles? Really?" He looked at me angrily. I prickled with annoyance. 

"It's not like I have much of a selection." I snapped. That just angered him more. My irritation turned into fear and anticipation. He grabbed my jacket collar roughly and pulled me a little closer.

"You're mine." He growled lowly. My insides flipped. Those two words made me feel like a fourteen year old girl who just got confessed to by her crush. I struggled to keep the smile off my face. No matter how happy I was, I couldn't pass up a chance to make fun of him. It's in my DNA to tease people.

"Are you jealous? You? Bellamy Blake, the man who has three girls in his tent a night?" I said with a smirk on my face. I wasn't surprised when he punched me but was a little when he kissed me. It was a violent bruising kiss that hurt my lips but I didn't pull away. Any contact with him was pure ecstasy. He bit my lip before moving his head down and biting my neck. I would of made a joke about him thinking he was a vampire or something if my voice worked. Soft moans and whimpers escaped me and he painfully left hickies all over my skin. I was certain it was going to look like I got choked but I didn't care. The pain was turning me on and making my whole body hot. I gathered my words in my head which took a lot more brain power than it should have.

"B-Bellamy... Please, touch me more." My shameful words burned my throat and I knew I was going hate myself for saying that once this was over. He didn't stop sucking on my pale skin as he backed me into a wall and began to feel my body. He started off with squeezing my ass but his hands slowly made their way to my crotch. He palmed my dick through my pants and I wished that I hadn't put my clothes back on. I bucked my hips into his hand and tilted my head back in pleasure. My entire neck was sore and I was dreading tomorrow when everybody would see it. He was finally satisfied with the purple and blue bruises decorating my skin and lifted his head up. He looked me and started moving his hand faster and pushed it against me harder. My moans progressively got louder and he kissed me to shut me up. The heated kiss and his large hand were too much for me to hold out against and I quickly came with a strangled whine. I caught my breath before getting on my knees to help him reach his climax. He gripped my hair just like last time and eventually came as well. He ordered me to swallow it when I was about to spit it out and I did as he commanded. He grabbed my jaw and lifted it up so I was looking at him. 

"Don't ever go to a guy like Myles ever again, understand?" 

I nodded and he left me on my knees staring after him.

- The Next Morning -

I woke up in pain. My knees were sore and my neck was screaming in pain. I didn't want to get out of bed but I knew Bellamy would force me to eventually. I grudgingly got out of my bed and out of my tent. I was right. Everybody was staring at me. Myles had the most confused expression out of anyone, I didn't look like this when I left his tent. I caught Bellamy's eye and a smug smirk crossed his lips. It was extremely embarrassing at first but that went away. I got a satisfied feeling when people stared at the marks that were on me. It proved that I was his and although nobody knew who made them, and I sure as hell wasn't about to tell them, nobody dared to ask for a booty call after that. 

Murphy loves being bruised. End of discussion. Hello my Beauties, I have been feeling so creative lately and I want it to last forever. This is officially my favorite story I'm writing rn and I just love it so much thinking of sub Murphy on his knees just u g h. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed and have an amazing day/night <3 ~Soft