#brett gelman smut

[bruhlsbees]

KNOCK THREE TIMES ; murray bauman x fem!reader

summary: after losing his job at the chicago sun-times, murray bauman seeks comfort in his equally, if not more, eccentric next-door hippie neighbor

warnings: drinking, smoking the devil's lettuce, smut (18+ only: fem rec. oral, dick riding, creme pie, squirting, nipple play, overstimulation, foot massages - this is grade a vintage smut at it's finest) slight dubcon (reader and murray are under the influence but are both really into each other and it's not weird/dark), MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

pairing: murray bauman x fem!reader

word count: 4,282

a/n: kisses to all the fellow murray stans and your patience with this! i hope y'all enjoy, it's my first fic in a few months and it was really fun to creative write again! <3 def would be open to write more murray fics in the future.

CHICAGO, ILLINOIS - 1983

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He knew he would have to probably start looking elsewhere to live - no sense in living in the city when he was now unemployed. He also knew that his mother was due to call him any moment now, and that meant telling her the quite unfortunate news. 

It wasn’t like he was intentionally trying to get fired, but he also knew that this story could have been something big. Evidently, to the rest of the Chicago Sun-Times, they thought differently.

Murray could hear it now - his mother and her squawking-like voice ringing through the telephone.

“What thirty-six-year-old man gets fired for conspiracies? Murray Bauman!”

Rolling his eyes, Murray fell back into his couch, moving the phone down into his lap as he tried to ignore his mother’s lectures, debating in his head as to how he could get off the phone with her.

“...if your father were still alive he would be so disappointed in you, Murray. Why couldn’t you have been a respectable journalist? I never wanted you to get into this. You could have done something else. Anything else! A businessman, a lawyer, not some crazed reporter who makes up conspiracies and gets fired!”

By now Murray had had enough - he could only take his mother’s daily berating phone calls for so long before he finally just ended the conversation. 

“Well, Ma, this has been great, like always,” He began sarcastically, sitting back up and leaning his elbows into his knees, “But I gotta go. You know, gotta look for a job now that I’m the disgraced ex-reporter of the Chicago Sun-Times. I’m sure I’ll find a great job after this.” 

Before his mother could protest, try and belittle him longer, Murray extended his arm forward and slammed the telephone down, ending the tiresome call. 

With a sigh of relief, Murray stood up and made his way into his kitchen, grabbing a glass and the bottle of vodka he had sitting on the top of his refrigerator. Twisting the cap and flicking it off, Murray poured the clear liquid into his glass, fuller than his usual amount given the circumstances, before bringing the bottle up to his lips and leaning his head back. 

He knew getting drunk probably wasn’t the most logical idea - given how tense he was and how his emotions were through the roof, but when he felt the warm liquid run down his throat and into his belly, he knew it was too late to go back. 

Warm eyes flickered across the room to the front door, where the cardboard box with his desk belongings sat, Murray could only shake his head and bring the bottle to his lips again, downing another generous amount of vodka as his thoughts began to stir. Completely forgetting about the glass he had poured, with the bottle in his hand Murray made his way over towards the front door, looking down at the contents in the box before letting out a ‘tsk’.

“Disappointed…yeah, I’m sure he would be,” Murray muttered to himself. 

Before he could continue down his self-deprecating rabbit hole, the strong scent of pot flooded got stuck in his nose from the hallway, followed by the faint sound of footsteps and muffled music coming from next door. 

Plugging his nose between his thumb and pointer finger, Murray turned towards the door and looked out the peephole into the hallway, watching as a taller gentleman stood in front of his door, grinning and swaying a little as he tried to focus on what Murray assumed to be his next-door neighbor.

“So…can we do this again sometime?” He slurred, laughing a little to himself.

Murray could only roll his eyes at how obviously high this guy was - not that he had much room to talk given that he was tipping over into the realm of his own intoxication. As much as he wanted to ignore his annoying neighbor and their own life, he still couldn’t help but watch. 

“Oh…yeah, maybe!” You squeaked out, laughing awkwardly from your spot in your doorway. “You know I’m so busy nowadays with school and stuff, but I’ll give you a call! Yeah?” 

The sweet sound of your voice was like honey to Murray, sticking him to his door just so he could possibly get a glance at you. It was pathetic really, two individuals who had been living next door to each other for months now and yet still never got a glance at each other. 

And he knew it was wrong, and he blamed the vodka for it, but there was almost a possessiveness that came over him when the gentleman right outside his door - who lingered longer than he should have, waiting for the answer he so desperately wanted from you but so clearly wasn’t going to get. 

“So, yeah. Get home safe, okay?” Before he could get another word out, you shut the door and locked it, humming to yourself as you moved to your couch, plucking the half-smoked joint from the ashtray and relighting it. 

Meanwhile, back next door, after who he assumed was your friend left, he turned back towards his kitchen and went to make dinner, given that it was already getting late. 

It didn’t take long for Murray to whip up a dish of, well - something. He wasn’t really putting much thought into it besides trying to not set the meal or himself on fire. 

By this point, he was so soaked with vodka that standing anywhere near a match would probably be a bad idea. He pulled the dish off the stove and let the contents slip out and onto the plate he had sitting next to him. 

Pulling a fork out from the drawer, Murray made his way to the island and leaned over the plate, going to dig in and take the first bite before there was a knock at the door. At first, he ignored it, going to take a bite again from his fork when the knocking came again. The second time proved to annoy Murray more.

By the third knock, however, he was fuming. He didn’t expect himself to be this annoyed over the knocking at his door, but he was starving and all he wanted was some peace and quiet after the shit day he had and the even more shitty phone call with his mother. 

“Oh, what is it now?!” He cried, making his way to the front door and swinging it open, a little rougher than usual.

“What?!” He snapped. 

Jumping slightly, you blinked at him slowly, you weren’t expecting the hostile answer to your knocking. 

“Oh! I’m sorry, did I disturb you? I just wanted to know if you had a couple of slices of bread? See, I got all the stuff for the sandwich, but not the bread.” 

When the scent of pot finally hit him and your voice rang into his ears, he gawked at you - not realizing that his next-door neighbor all this time was actually an attractive woman his age. He could only feel like an idiot now for making his first impression with you so poorly.

“No! No, I was just eating. Sorry, it’s been a long day. Uh, bread? Bread, yeah, I got that,” He could tell that you were high from the smell coming off you and the bloodshot eyes, but it wasn’t like he was any better. You could tell he was drunk by the teetering and flushed cheeks. 

Following him into the kitchen, shutting the door behind you, you leaned against the counter awkwardly, watching as he rummaged through his cabinets and on the counters for his loaf of bread that he insisted on having. 

“I’m sure it’s here somewhere…just gotta,” He shoved a stack of papers off the counter by accident, the loose leafs flying across the floor, “Shit, sorry! Don’t mind the mess.” 

You jumped back a bit from the papers, but judging by how cluttered even his kitchen was, it was going to be a minute before he found it. Turning towards the island, you looked down at the plate of pasta mush and what you presumed to be just a glass of water and not vodka, mouth salivating.

Forgetting that you were in fact not in your own apartment, you leaned forward and picked up the fork, stealing the first bite of his meal that was already on the plate. It was good, way too fucking good for the state of mind you were in right now. Setting the fork down, you picked up the glass and brought it to your mouth. 

The next turn of events seemed to happen quicker than either of you could process. Murray turned with the butt ends of the loaf in his hands, mouth open and eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he watched you eat his meal and begin to take a sip of his vodka, only for you to sputter out the vodka and nearly drop the glass on the floor. 

“What…the fuck was that?!” You gagged, trying to spit out the taste from your mouth.

“It’s vodka! Why are you eating my dinner?” Murray cried, tossing the bread down on the island before quickly getting you a glass of water, helping you drink it quickly without you choking on it until the taste was for the most part washed out of your mouth. 

“Jesus, are you that high? You’re lucky I’m not a psychopath! Do you do this with everyone in the apartment?” 

The questions that came out of Murray one by one were only waved off by you, making yourself comfortable and sitting down at one of the stools he had around the island. 

“My bread guy is out of town,” You swayed a little as you sat, your high beginning to peak and your body going lax. “I smelled you cooking and thought maybe you’d have bread.” 

At this point, Murray couldn’t even tell if this was reality or not. Was he that drunk? Did his weird hippie neighbor seriously knock on his door high out of their mind and steal his dinner and almost choke on his vodka?

“You have a bread guy?” Was all that Murray could come up with.  

Not having any shame, you took another bite of the pasta before passing him the fork. Giving in, Murray sat at the other stool and began to share his dinner, realizing he was far too drunk to even care anymore. 

“It’s that old retired high school teacher,” You explained. You know the one who is always gumming and hanging around the lobby trying to shoo out the solicitors?” 

Watching you take your bite and then give the fork back to him, Murray took a bite and shook his head, processing now who it was before passing the fork to you, the dish beginning to shrink until there was no more left. 

“Well, he’s not doing a great job. I gotta threaten to call the cops on those people at least twice a week!” Murray complained. 

You couldn’t help but laugh, catching Murray pleasantly off guard. He smiled a little and shook his head, pushing the empty plate out of his way before picking up his glass of vodka, and finishing it off. 

“I’m serious, he’s a nut,” Murray laughed, “And that’s coming from a nut!” 

“How many nuts do we have running around the complex?” You joked, smirking as you leaned back a little, moving to stand up and now walk around his apartment, into the living room where you looked around at his belongings. “That makes five just on our floor!”

Standing up, Murray followed you, watching from the doorway as you went through his records before finally picking something and putting it on the player. When the sweet tunes of Simon & Garfunkle came through the speaker, Murray made his way further into the living room, sitting down on his couch. 

“A hippie, an ex-journalist, a retired school teacher, the crazy cat lady, and the guy who is obviously a spy or something.” Murray listed off. 

Stopping your swaying to the music, you turned and gawked at Murray, stomach dropping. 

“He’s a snitch? I knew it! He’s so shady,” You squeaked, voice going soft as if the neighbor was listening, “He’s such a stiff! Always in those stuffy suits and weird sunglasses. Like, we’re indoors buddy. Why do you need the shades?” 

Sitting down now beside Murray on the couch, you leaned into the back of the couch, sitting on your knees. 

“You said…ex-journalist,” You began, more seriously. “Did you get fired or something?” 

Sighing, Murray brought the glass up to his lips and tilted back, finishing the glass before setting it down on the coffee table. “Yeah, today actually,” He confessed. “There’s this story, one I think could be really big! Well, the Chicago Sun-Times seems to think differently. Saying it's a hoax and a bunch of rumors from a small town that wants attention in the city. ‘A bunch of crap’ they told me.”

Frowning, you listened carefully to him speak, giving him the opportunity to get things off his chest. 

“What’s a bunch of crap is that entire paper. All they want to do is write about the same boring issues we all know aren’t going to change anytime soon.”

Nodding in agreement, you adjusted yourself to now sit flat on his couch, leaning back to extend out across the couch and in his lap. 

“It’s too bad really, I would have liked to hear about this big story.” 

Shrugging his shoulders, Murray’s hands rested on your feet. As much as he wanted to agree, he knew nothing would have come from it. Nobody would take him seriously, even now if he went somewhere else and pitched it. They’d all think of him as some crazy conspiracist. And part of him wondered if they were right. Hell, the only one who seems to be interested in it is his stoner hippie neighbor who was currently in a food coma and coming down from their high on his couch.

“Maybe someday.” He stated, leaning back into his couch and closing his eyes, “But I don’t need to pour my pathetic sob story to my neighbor of almost a year that I just happened to meet tonight for the first time.” 

If it weren’t for the two of your states of mind, Murray knew he would have already kicked you out a while ago. But he was quickly starting to grow on the idea of having you around for company. Maybe he judged you a little too much on assumptions. 

You, on the other hand, were pleasantly surprised with how good dinner was, not having had such a rich and filling dish in days really. It had been whatever scraps you could find lying around your place since you hadn’t gotten paid yet to go to the grocery store. You weren’t even aware of how many boundaries you had crossed tonight and the obvious social cues that were given to you by Murray. Not only did you barge in asking for bread, but you stole his dinner, and now were on the verge of napping on his couch.

It was even harder to stay awake on Murray’s couch, lying down with your feet in his lap, his warm calloused hands rubbing out the knots in your feet. You couldn’t help the little moan escape your mouth when you stretched your feet out more, toes digging into the inner part of his thigh, unaware of how they were wrapped around his now growing dick. 

“I’ll have to bother you more if it means a free meal and a foot massage,” You teased, “You do this to all the girls in the complex?” 

Letting out a weak laugh, Murray tried his best to not roll his hips into your feet, doing his best to cover up his disgruntled groan with his rebuttal. 

“Only the dirty hippies who smoke way too much weed.” 

The usual diss would have pissed you off if it was anyone else, but it was Murray and Murray seemed to be just as weird as you were. And while you were both heavily intoxicated in both of your vices - his being vodka and yours being pot, you could still tell too easily what was going on with him. 

On one shoulder, the little angel told you to stop, to not get caught up in another boy who was only going to waste your time, but on the other shoulder - with the devil that seemed to talk much louder than the angel, told you to see just how far you could take this. 

Watching as Murray’s right hand gripped the side of the couch, his left rested on your legs, you rolled your feet into his now obvious boner before retracting off him, his fingers sinking into your flesh to try and keep you still. Bending your knees up, exposing the underside of your linen dress, you could only smirk when his eyes followed, Murray’s breath hitching when he saw that you weren’t wearing anything under. 

“You offered dinner, the least I could do is offer dessert,” You spread your legs out a little to give him a better view, slowly pulling your dress up until it sat bunched above your pelvis. “Besides, it seems like you need a little pick me up after the day you had.”

If Murray wasn’t already intoxicated, he would have been at the sight of your pussy - already wet and swollen for him. He couldn’t hold back any longer and brought his hand up to grab at his cock through his pants, squeezing down to relieve some pressure before moving down to the floor, on his knees as you adjusted to sit facing him, legs now over his shoulders as he tugged you towards him. 

Wrapping his left arm under your leg to keep you held down, Murray’s other hand came up to your other thigh, laying it flat on his couch before finally inching forward and pressing his mouth over your pussy. 

The warmth of his mouth mixed with the slickness of his tongue had you bucking your hips up into his face, hands gripping the cushions of the couch as your mouth fell open. 

“O-Oh! Murray, that feels so good.” You exhaled, bringing your hands up to pull your dress higher up, watching him concentrate on sucking down on your clit and running his tongue up and down through your folds. 

Falling back into the couch, you whined and wrapped your hands around his head, keeping him held at your pussy while his hands were busy pinning you down. He continued to abuse your clit and folds, moving his right hand up towards your hole and circling his index and middle around it. Feeling your pussy flutter against his fingers before he pushed them deep inside, curling them up towards your g-spot. 

By now your body was sat up again, body curling around Murray’s head as you held onto him, crying as your hips continued to grind on Murray’s tongue, and now fingers, with your first orgasm of the night approaching.

With his nose pressed deep in your bush, he began sucking more carefully at your sudden song of going to come. He abused your pussy quicker, louder, and harder until your thighs clamped around his head, hips jolting as you squirted on his mouth and fingers. 

Trying his best to swallow everything you could give him, your body fell limp into the couch, panting as your legs became jello. Murray could only smirk when he finally pulled away, leaning back on the heels of his feet. 

He finally pushed his pants down over his legs and kicked them out under his feet, pulling his shirt off as well. His dick, now pointed out towards the couch, tip red and leaking with precum. Whenever he lost his balance a little, teeter back towards you on the couch, his dick would brush against the soft velvet of his couch and he hissed out loud, bucking his hips forward. 

“God, you’re…really good at that,” You said exasperated, helping him pull your dress off, panting as you sat up to look down at him with a grin at the sight of his beard dripping in your juices. “Come here, I wanna taste.” 

Pulling him towards you by his shoulders, your mouths connected in the middle, tongue already licking at his lips until your tongues found each other. Wet open-mouthed kisses now filled the room as Murray held you by your waist, moving to trade positions with you, sitting you down on his lap. 

You first ground against his dick, hardening nipples brushing against his own and the soft fuzzy hair that grew on his chest and stomach. 

“Mmm, can I sit on your dick?” You asked quietly, lips still lightly against his. Without saying a word, Murray nodded and pushed you back towards him, mouth going back to yours.

Pushing yourself up, you settled back down onto Murray’s plush thighs, hard dick sinking up into you. A groan escaped from you when you finally settled down onto his lap. His arms came and wrapped up and around your back while your arms hung over the back of his couch. Nails and palms gripping onto the couch cushion tightly.

Moaning into each other’s mouths until you needed to pull back down to catch your breath - a string of saliva connecting you both as you pulled away. Leaning back to rest your hands on his knees, extending your exposed front torso to him, you couldn’t help the tightening coming from your core, his tanned cock pulsing inside causing you both to let out a disgruntled moan. 

“I-I’m not doing that on purpose,” You confessed, continuing to grind down into his lap. 

“I know,” He groaned, hand moving down to cup your ass before squeezing the plush flesh, smacking you once and pulling you closer to him, grinding your hips hard onto his lap, whining as his hands gripped harder on your hips.

“But…don’t stop doing it either.” 

Clenching down and around him harder now, you bent your elbows to hold onto him better, feeling his hands return to your hips as he began fucking himself up into you, your body practically a rag doll in his arms. 

“Murray, I-I’m going to-”

Before you could properly finish your sentence, your body tensed up in Murray’s arms. Your eyes going cross and your teeth coming down to dig into your bottom lip. 

Murray continued to fuck his way up into you through your orgasm: your toes curling and heels digging into his sides, body shaking violently as you creamed around his dick. 

Fighting to keep you sat still and not moving so much, Murray held you even tighter to him, his mouth coming down on your right nipple, sucking and nibbling at the swollen bud while his right thumb and pointer twisted and pulled the once free nipple. 

“Murray! It’s…it’s too much!” You whined, beginning to try and squirm his way off from how intense your next orgasm was hitting you so quickly. “I’m so sensitive.” 

Without removing his mouth and hand from your nipples, Murray began to fuck his way, hard, up into you, his own orgasm finally catching up to him. Before you both knew it, you were coming down together.

Overstimulated now, you could only hover over Murray’s dick, the mixture of both of your cum oozing out of you and down your thighs, dripping onto the tip of Murray’s dick and sliding down the sides. Panting hard, Murray grabbed your hips and steadied you before pushing you back down on his dick, the sticky mess spreading across your legs and inside you. 

“Murray!” You sobbed, pushing back as your hips jolted on him, “It’s too much.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry, princess,” He teased, pulling you back towards him to kiss your cheek. “Are you all sore? Pussy too sensitive from my dick?” 

Rolling your eyes, you rested your head on his shoulder, facing against his neck.

“You’re so mean,” You joked, a small smile twitching at the corners of your mouth. “I take it back, I don’t ever want dinner or foot massages again!” 

He could only laugh, knowing by the dramatic tone you were speaking in that you were only joking. 

“I mean, you sort of invited yourself over. So if there’s anyone to blame it’s you,” He watched as you leaned back and went to playfully hit him, his hand catching your wrist before your hand connected to his face. “But, I don’t think it’s anything to get in a huff about, don’t you think, princess?” 

Blushing, you didn’t let your smile fall as you shook your head, agreeing with him despite not wanting him to know he was right. 

“So, what do you say?” Murray asked after a moment. 

“Say about what?” You questioned, eyebrow raised. 

“This, maybe…happen again? Next week sometime?” 

You were never one to jump into setting up another ‘date’ with a hookup after the first time, but with Murray it was different. Hell, if you knew what he was all about when you first moved in, you would have knocked on his door a lot sooner. 

Climbing off his lap, you gathered your dress off the floor and threw it back on, pulling your hair out from under before making your way towards the door.

“Yeah, you make the dinner and I’ll bring the dessert.”

Opening the door, you turned and smiled at a now dressed Murray, who made his way towards the door behind you and leaned against the opened door. 

“It’s a date then, princess.”

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[usetheeauthor]

Let Me Show You (Fluff/Smut)

Insecure!Sub!Virgin!Murray Bauman x SoftDom!Fem!Reader

A/N: This fic is inspired by Radiohead’s “Creep”. One of my favorite songs ❤️ Enjoy!

Summary: It’s been 4 months, since you and Murray made it official. He wants to lose his virginity to you but he’s constantly insecure about about what you think of him. You show him just how much he means to you.

Word Count: 3.5k+

Warnings: graphic language, age gap (Murray 40s, Reader mid 20s), kissing, insecurities, oral (m & f receiving), riding, mirror sex, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, handjob, neck kisses, body worship, cum eating, light scratching, light biting, light choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, praise kink, crying during sex, aftercare

“You're just like an angel

Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather

In a beautiful world

I wish I was special

You're so fuckin' special”

Murray can’t help but compare the two of you when you’re together in public. He was sure that when people saw the two of you together that they’re all wondering why you’re with him.

When you were alone with him, it was different. It didn’t matter the difference in age or what points of life you were going through, you both had a relationship that transcended beyond any of those differences.

Yet, he can’t help but feel inadequate when he sees himself in the reflection standing next to you while you were getting ready for an outing with your friends.

He never imagined that he’d be so lucky to have you yet here you were by his side. He could feel his insecurities creeping in again like they always do whenever you went out. Sure, he loved when you dressed up only to come home to be his. But he can’t help but feel a bit nervous whenever you leave knowing they’ll be men, possibly better looking, hitting on you.

He’s never made the move to do anything passed kissing in previous relationships because of these feelings of inadequacy which have led to most of them failing. Now that he’s with you, he can’t see himself letting you go. He wanted to finally have that moment with you but couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

You were applying makeup when you noticed Murray frowning at his reflection. He stood there shirtless wearing only his pajama bottoms, rotating around in the wide mirror and checking himself. You could tell there was something wrong with him. He’s usually never this quiet.

“Hey, is everything okay?” You ask, softly.

He blinks a few times, turning to face you. “Oh yeah. I’m great,” He swipes a hand in the air as if he’s telling you to forget about it. “You look lovely as always.”

You smile. “Thank you. You know, you were invited, too. I would’ve liked it if you did. We could’ve gossiped to each other at the end of the night. My frenemy from high school will be there. I’m sure she’ll be so posh.” You rolled your eyes, now applying your earrings.

“I wish I could but I’m not feeling well.”

“I’ve noticed that. You’re barely spoken. That’s unlike you,” You poke fun. “Is something wrong? Would you like for me to stay with you instead? I can reschedule another time to hang—”

“No, no. Enjoy your night. You can tell me all the stories about your pretentious friend when you get back.”

“Frenemy,” You correct. “I don’t think she has the privilege to be called a friend yet.”

You wrap your arms around Murray’s neck and pull him in for a kiss. His lips against your feel almost timid and he awkwardly stands in a way that keeps a small distance between your bodies. You trail a hand down his soft, round belly then down to the waistband of his pajama pants, pulling him against you. This doesn’t warm him up to you, his body taut pressed into yours.

You pull away. “Murray, are you sure everything’s okay?”

He nods, placing a kiss on your forehead. He attempts to exit to the bedroom but your hand wraps around his wrist, keeping him from leaving. He’s confused, opening his mouth to say something. You cut off any chance of protest, pushing him forward in front of the mirror.

You stand behind him, your heels adding to your height making it easier to access his neck with your mouth. You placed wet, opened mouth kisses on his back and in the crook of his neck. He tried to keep himself from making any sounds, biting his lip. But when he felt your hands roaming up and down the front of his body, your long manicured nails scratching lightly, he lets out a small moan that spurs you on.

“That feel good, hun?” You ask, peppering kisses on his shoulder.

“Feels wonderful. Thank you.” His eyes flutter close, when he feels your red nails now lightly scratching down his arm and feeling the tiny goosebumps rising.

“Anything for you, baby. I love making you feel good. I can’t wait for the day you let me have you,” You lower your hands to his pants once again, gripping his thick hard cock through the loose fabric. “I’ll make sure I make you feel really fucking good then, too.”

You bite down on his earlobe in time with squeezing his cock and he swore he’d nearly came from that alone. Taking his hand in yours, sliding his hand down his body from the hairs of his chest down to his belly, wanting him to feel for himself. You slipped both your hands in his pajamas.

“I want you to watch. Open your eyes for me baby.” You kissed then sink your teeth his shoulder, eliciting a soft high-pitched whimper.

He opens them, looking at your reflection through hooded eyes. Your eyes meet in the mirror, staring intensely while you guided his hand to wrap around his heavy member. Removing your hand for a moment, you pull down his bottoms slightly. Then, your hand returns over his.

“Show me how to get you off? I wanna see what you look like when you cum. Please, baby. If you don’t want this, I’ll stop and we could forget this happened.”

He shakes his head, speaking in short phrases. “Don’t want to forget. Just want you. Wanted you for so long.”

“Have you ever touched yourself before?”

“Yes.” He groans when he feels your hand using his to glide up and down his cock.

“Do you think of me when you do it?”

“Yes, almost every night. I wanted you so bad. I couldn’t say anything.”

When you felt that he would carry on jerking himself off on his own, you moved your hand even lower, fondling his balls. He gasps, squeezing his hand harder around himself.

“Why couldn’t you say anything, baby? I want you just as bad. If not, more.” You squeezed tighter around his testicles each time you noticed him glide over the sensitive mushroom tip.

“You’re just so perfect. I’m not the right guy for you. I just don’t look the part. But I can’t lose you either.”

“You couldn’t possibly lose me. You’re so damn perfect the way you are. I love you and I can’t see myself without you. The truth is…I’ve also touched myself thinking of you every. single. night. I wanted to bring up taking things to the next level but I didn’t want to pressure you. But, god, you don’t know how many times I’ve been close to begging for just a little taste,” You bite his shoulder again, adding more pressure to his balls. “I want you to cum so bad. Let me show you how much I need you.”

You place a hand on the thick tip while he worked his base until a eventually his hands were on top of yours, showing you how to milk him the way he likes. The sounds of heavy breathing from both your mouths consume the atmosphere. Your free hand digs your nails into his side. He gasps. Then, you traced a finger around his areola.

“This feels so, so good but I don’t wanna come yet. I want to do that with you. To lose my virginity to you.” He admits.

“I’d be honored to be your first, hun. I wanna rock your world.”

“If I’m being honest, you’ve already accomplished that.”

“I will be calling off those plans. I want to take explore every inch of you tonight and commit you to memory. Let’s move this to the bedroom. ‘Kay, baby?”

You take his hand, not even bothering to give him the chance to pull up his pants as you push down on his shoulders and sit him on the edge of the bed.

You get on your hands and knees and immediately shove his cock down your throat with no warning to him. He groans super loud, fingers gripping the sheets and shifting them out of place.

You bob your head back and forth, savoring the salty, earthy taste of him. His thickness of his cock causing you to gag around him. You champion through it wanting to satisfy him. You let him hit the back of your throat and one hand flies to the back of your head, tugging you hair to stop you.

“No. Please. I won’t last.” He knows he sounds pathetic right now, pleading and whining.

You egg on his moans; teasing, sucking, grazing your teeth over his shaft. You look up at him, siren eyes boring into his lust-driven stare. His mouth open, slacked.

“You’re gonna cum for me. You’ll be coming for me as many times as I want today.”

You slurp all the saliva on his cock, holding it in your mouth to spit on top of his dick again. She suckles onto the sensitive head of the penis; tongue swiping left to right on the underside while one hand tugs up and down at the base. Murray had never seen such a scandalous sight. He’d dreamed of nights where you would be between his legs but none of those fantasies compare to what he witnessed and experienced now. Seeing you so starved to swallow his cock while doing such filthy things, brought him to an orgasm he didn’t expect to arrive so suddenly.

“Oh shit. Oh fuck. Y/N!” Even with his glasses on, his vision grows fuzzy. He comes so hard that he shuddering as if it were 2 degrees inside your apartment. You don’t let up once he writhes, drinking him for all he’s worthy. The salty taste of him has you addicted and your like a wild woman seeking every last drop of his essence.

He whines, feeling tears prick the corners of his eyes at the sensitivity of your mouth on him. When you finally pull off him, he’s lying on his back against the mattress and his arms spread out.

“I didn’t kill you, did I?” You laugh.

He’s breathing hard. “Nah——Well, maybe a little.”

“Sorry, got carried away. You just taste so damn intoxicating. I nearly sucked you dry.”

“Oh, I noticed.” He says, letting out a breathy laugh.

You pull off your dress and underwear off, still in your heels. You slide a foot up and down from his foot to his inner thigh, the heel scraping softly on the skin. He’s still sensitive to touch, wriggling each time you moved back up to his inner thighs.

“I’d fuck you with my heels on but…I’d rather not. At least not for tonight. If I’m gonna give you the ride of your life, I don’t want anything holding me back.” You kicked them off, staring at his exhausted frame sprawled out on the bed.

“I want you on my tongue. Please ride my face. I bet you’ll taste so sweet.” Murray begs, looking down between your legs to watch the pearls of wetness trickling down them.

You moaned. You’ve never been this wet for anyone before. He hasn’t done anything to you yet and already you were in heat.

You climbed over him, kissing up his body. You lick at his happy before dipping your tongue in his navel, swirling your tongue around. Then, resume to kiss his belly.

“So beautiful” You whispered against his skin.

Finally, your lips found his once again in a frenzied kiss. This time he was no longer restraining himself, kissing you back with a hunger that left you grinding your sloppy pussy against his dick. He groans into the kiss slipping his fat tongue into your mouth for you to suck on. Your creamy release coating along his length and stomach as you continue to grind hard against him.

He pulls away from the kiss and lets out a whine against your lips.“Let me taste you please.” He sounds as if he could cry.

“Cum for me first.” You bit your lip when you heard the sticky, wet sounds of your pussy moving over the head of his penis. Every now and then his dick would prod at your entrance whenever your hole settle just right about the tip.

“Love, this feels incredible but I’m not sure if I can go again. I’m no spring chicken. It’ll be a while.”

“Take the time you need, baby. I just need you to cum so that you to taste how good you and I taste mixed together because the third time you’ll cum, it’ll be deep and hard inside of me.”

“Holy shit. Please don’t talk like that.” He feels his grip on reality loosening and he’s afraid that if you continue to talk like that, he’ll never come out the same again. He’ll be giving you what you want a lot sooner.

“Why, baby, are you gonna cum again?”

“Y-yes.” His voice wavering, tears flowing down his face from the overstimulation.

“Then do it, Murray. Make me sticky with your cum.” You swipe your cunt over and over on him and he comes once again, crying out into the air and back arching of the bed. He grips your thighs for support as you continue to slide back and forth, milking some more. His grip tightens on your thighs and you were sure there’d be bruises there in the morning but it was worth it.

When you lift off of him, your pussy messy with a mixture of your fluids. You climb over his face, hovering over it. You gently run your fingers lightly over the balding top of his head. He looks up at you lovingly as if he’s never experienced this kind of tenderness. Soon that gentleness turns into rough play, when you tangle your fingers in his hair and yanked; his head coming up off the mattress a little. You removed his glasses, tossing it to the side.

“Stick your tongue out.” Your voice is heavy with lust as straining yourself from a whimper.

He obeys, sticking out his deliciously long, fat tongue. You shuddered at the sight of him. He looked so innocent; eyes staring up at you in submission and tongue out like such a good boy.

Murray was a talker and somedays you’d find yourself staring at his mouth as he rambled away. You knew for sure that he was talented with it just by your conversations. He’s going to wreck you and you happily accepted this fate.

You tug on his curls once more pulling his mouth closer between your legs. Rocking back and forth against his tongue, you bring one hand to your nipples and pinched.

“Oh god, you’re so good for me. Letting me use your tongue to get off. You’re amazing, baby. Fuck.” You mewled, face contorted like you were both in pain and pleasure.

You feel his lips close around your clit. You began to sob at the feeling of his beard against your slick core, crying out wherever he’d moved his head and tongue up and down your pussy to collect all your juices.

“So good. Love the taste of us, my goddess.” He says in between kisses on your pussy lips then sucking each lip to gather the cum that coated them.

He wraps his arms around your thighs bringing you down your full weight onto his mouth. He dips his tongue into your tight entrance and you gasp at the sudden action. His spongy, thick appendage fucks in and out your wet hole and you grind down on him.

Murray takes a hand to softly rake down your body as he fucks you on his tongue. You were close, rubbing your clit so that you can reach for the light behind your vision. Murray spots you doing this, sucking harder on your quivering flesh.

Then you’d finally touched the light, your vision going white. You scream so loud that it surprised yourself. Your release washes over Murray, wetting his lip and beard. You grind against him as he continued to nurse you through your orgasm.

When you lifted off his face, Murray could see your cunt pulsating from its awakening.

“Shit. I nearly passed out from that.” You giggled, sliding back down so that your pussy rested on his erection once more.

“I want to be inside you so bad it hurts.”

“I’ll get rid of that pain for you, love.”

Holding his cock steady, you place yourself over the big tip and slowly sunk down. You both let out a groan. You’d gone down only a quarter of his length. Although, you were slick and wet, it was still a tight squeeze.

Murray felt his patience run thin, slamming the rest of his length into you and bottoming out. Your breath is knock out of you.

“Fuck. You’re so huge, Murray.”

“Sorry, you just felt so warm and tight. I needed you around me.” His hands are on your sides, hips snapping up into yours and watching your breasts bounce from the force. His thrusts are desperate and deep. You toes curl and your could feel each impact causing you to gush all over him.

The sounds of squelching and the bed squeaking under you filling the room. You had to take the reigns or this would end soon and you wanted to spend every moment savoring this.

You yank his hands away from you, lifting up so that only the tip remained inside before you dropped down hard on him.

“God!” He cries out.

Murray was convinced that this had been a dream. It was too amazing of a feeling being inside you for it to be real. The way you consumed his cock into your tight, hot pussy and clenched around him as if you refused him from ever displacing himself. It was too good to be true. Then, your lips found his and he’s grateful to know that this was better than a dream.

Your tongues mingled with one another’s, fighting for dominance as you continued to slam hard against him. When you pulled away, you looked up and down at him. Memorizing his fuck out expression, his body hair clinging to his skin from sweat, the sweet little sounds that escaped his lips. If you had a camera, you’d photograph him and frame it for you to look at whenever you were apart.

“Goddamn, baby, you just don’t understand how fucking sexy you are to me,” You scratch down his chest and belly before wrapping a hand around his neck, grasping it tightly. “You were going to continue to keep this from me. I’ve ached and ached and ached for you.” You punctuate the word “ache” with timed thrusts against him.

“Baby, I’m sorry.” He cries out voice strained from your hand around around his throat. He attempts to stop you from grinding mercilessly against him, failing when you intertwined your fingers around his, pinning them by his head against the mattress.

“Prove to me your sorry,” You growled from above him. “Cum really fucking hard. I want to paint your cum deep within me.”

Your mouth attacks his neck, hands still pinned down so he’s force to lay there and take it. Your clit rubs deliciously against his belly and you can feel yourself really fucking close. You feel his heavy balls tighten against your ass, with each powerful upward thrust into your hot cave.

“Gonna cum.” He says, mouth open and eyes glossed over.

“Yes, baby. Cum for me. I wanna feel—” He slams hard against your g-pot and your the one that comes first, squirting your liquid release and wetting everything in its path.

You clenching and unclenching around him sends him into his third orgasm for the night. It’s borderline painful. He’s in overload as he comes deep. Your hips going over his body in a staccato rhythm from the intensity.

You release his hands allowing you to hold your sweaty bodies against the other while your high continued to persist then eventually dissipated.

Your mouths are close swallowing down each other’s gasps staring at each other like you’d just experienced something so life changing. And it certainly was.

Rolling off of him, you cuddled to his side, sticky with both of your release and sweat.

“How was that?” You asked, giggling from the euphoric high.

He chuckles clearly experiencing the same effect. He tries to speak but there are no words only hand gestures accompanied his mouthing words.

“I see I’ve rendered you speechless.” You press a kiss to his cheek.

“Oh yeah.” He sighs.

You get up from the bed, heading back to the bathroom to grab a warm towel. You’d focus on cleaning yourself up later. You swipe the rag between his legs and on his cock cleaning the evidence of your activity.

You caress his head, placing a kiss as directly on the bald spot. “Don’t ever forget that you how beautiful you are. If you do, I’ll just have to show you again.”

He looks up with a smirk. “I think I forgot again.”

You laugh. He was so silly but that was one of the many reasons you loved him. “I love you, Murray.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

Murray couldn’t have asked for a better woman in his life to give himself so vulnerability to. You really were an angel.

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[murraystan]

I’m watching Fleabag for the first time and Brett Gelman owes me financial compensation for making me be attracted to a man that talks to his wife like that.

Also Olivia Colman is a smoke show. I have written and deleted three sentences about her because I would never sully tumblr dot com with gay smut but like. I’m sure you all can imagine.

#I’m too bisexual for this show full of nasty people #brett gelman #olivia colman

[bruhlsbees]

murray bauman nsfw alphabet (afab!reader)

a/n: first time doing a nsfw alphabet so please have mercy on me!! just a reminder that these are my headcannons for him - if you think some things are different than what you'd put that is okay!! <3 <3 <3

tagging: @cuethediscoandthedrinks and any other murray bauman stan <3

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

i think whatever you need is what murray would give you.

for example, if you asked him to get you a glass of water, rub your feet and hold you while you fell asleep - he would do it without a second thought on it. he wants you to feel good about yourself and special, take care of you.

but if you didn't want all the intimacy, wanted to get up and leave right then and there, he wouldn't bat an eye. he'd probably mope a little on the inside to have you go, but he gets it and he's not gonna complain. this man is a giver through and through.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

murray loves the way you grip his shoulders and biceps when he fucks into you. he's not all that muscley, but it makes him feel strong when you grip onto him the way that you do - he doesn't even mind how sharp your nails tend to be when you did them into his smooth skin.

as for you, murray loves your waist. he loves grabbing at your waist and moving you around so easily that you almost feel like a rag doll in his grasp. when he fucks you from behind or has you on his lap or face he's always gripping onto you at the waist to keep you in his control.

he also really loves your legs and always takes his sweet time kissing the inside of your thighs and the back of his calves to warm you up before he fucks into your nice pussy.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

if there's one thing to know about murray, it's that when he cums, it's a lot. it's always thick and messy and gets everywhere even when he wasn't aiming in that direction.

he goes absolutely feral though when you run the tip of his dick along your lips, letting the precum coax over your lips before he fucks your throat. he also loves to cum all over your belly and onto your pretty tits.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

murray has always wanted you to give him a footjob. i think he'd totally be the type to like pretty underwear and stockings and having you feel him through his own underwear and pants with your feet would send him over his limit.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i don't think murray is very vocal about how experienced he is. he's gotten some action before, i don't think he's a virgin, but he also probably would rent the adult films from the party store or read adult books to gain knowledge on what the actual fuck he needs to be doing.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

either your riding him or either of you going down on each other (though he prefers it wayyy more to go down on you)

no matter what it is, he just loves being intimate and as close as he can possibly get to you. when you're riding him his arms are wrapped around you and keeping you pressed against him while he fucks himself up into you. he loves the way your hands grip onto his shoulders and your nipples brush against his lips until he's sucking on them.

but when he's going down on you, he loves the feeling of your soft thighs around his head, keeping him suffocated against your wet pussy while he's sloppily and lazily eating you out. he especially loves feeling your nails run along his scalp and pull at his hair.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

murray bauman always tries to be serious and yet every time he tries he fails miserably. his sex life is no different. i think he'd try and be serious, but either you'd crack or he would and you'd end up in a comfortable laugh until the mood was brought back to what got you there in the first place.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i think murray would keep himself pretty decently groomed down below. i don't think it's the best he could do, but it's enough for you to not have to constantly pull hair out of your mouth after going down on him.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

depending on your relationship, he's either extremely intimate or just enough to help with the mood.

i think if you're just in it for sex, he wouldn't really pull out all the niceties like the 'i love you's' and the 'you're doing so good for me, love'. he'd still praise you and tell you you're doing a great job - but it's a little more degrading.

the 'i love you's' would be more 'ngh, god you're such a bad girl' and the 'you're doing so good for me, love' would sound more like 'you can do better than that can't you'

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

murray is totally the type to grab a pair of your panties when he's alone and use them to get off. mainly he loves to jack off into them and make them messy as possible and then hide them at the bottom of your hamper.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

i think he would totally be all for submitting himself to you. he'd love to have you tie him up and tease him into overstimulation, begging you to either sit on his face or his dick so he can get his release.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

personally, i don't see murray being big on doing it out in public in a busy area where you can get caught. but outside?? in the middle of the forest?? that he could get behind - or even in the hot tub or something i think he'd get real turned on by that.

he loves doing it wherever in at whoever's place though. in bed, on the sofa, on the kitchen counter, in the shower, hell even on the washer or dryer.

he's always wanted to try car sex though...

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

murray probably isn't one who was a total ladies' man even when he was younger. i think he's always been the awkward a little stand-offish sorta guy so whenever you really make it known you're into him and what he's doing, i think it would keep him going.

he loves to feel wanted and needed and when you tell him he's doing a good job or it feels good, it's enough to keep going even if he's getting tired.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i don't see murray as the dominating type to want to hurt you - so choking and slapping you across the face probably wouldn't be in the cards (he'd like spanking though).

i think he'd also be turned away at anything to do with s*it or other bodily fluids (except for maybe good ole pis*).

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he's never one to turn down receiving, but he lovessss to give oral. again, another way for him to feel wanted and praised, but he loves how good he makes you feel. he knows he's good with his tongue and how to make you cum even with just his mouth and nothing gets him harder than having you squirt and cream all over his tongue just by him eating you out.

if there's one thing murray bauman is a god at, it's giving good head.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

when it comes to eating you out, he loves to take his time. he loves building up your orgasm with slow and delicate touches and kisses to your thighs and taking his time eating you out. murray loves to listen to you beg him to go faster while your legs tremble around him.

but when he's fucking you, it's a lot rougher. not always enough to leave bruises and marks, but he knows how to fill you up and make you feel it the next day. i don't think he's always fast, i think he gets a good pace going and when he's about to cum he probably goes a little faster.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

for as much foreplay as murray likes, i don't think he'd like quickies unless he's been pent up for a while and just needs it. though, even then he doesn't ever actually fuck you. whenever it's a quickie, it's more so you giving him head, or it starting that way until he needs to cum and starts to eat you out. (this man loves to eat out what can i say)

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

murray bauman is the type of guy to try anything once, but he doesn't take risks unless he needs to (aka getting caught in public).

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

on average i think murray could last three rounds. if he's bricked up though i can see him going for a while. you cum more than he does to be fair, he loves to deny himself of his own orgasm until he's felt he's satisfied you enough.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

murray, personally, doesn't use toys on himself, but he loves to watch you use your own toys. he loves sitting in a chair at the end of your bed and watching you pleasure yourself while he jacks himself off.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

murray LOVES to tease you. he's the type to tease and tease and tease and when you're on the verge of crying he kisses your cheeks and gives you a little "awe, you only had to ask nicely. was it so hard?" as if you weren't begging so sweetly to begin with.

but he doesn't mind getting wound up himself. if you're the one in control, he loves the way his body tingles and buzzes at how worked up you get him, teasing him until his tip is bright red and leaking with precum, bobbing on its own in search of any pressure to relieve himself.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

lots of grunts and panting. when murray has sex, i think he reallyyy gets into it. he doesn't hold back from keeping quiet, if anything, knowing that the neighbors know it's him that's making you make the noises only turns him on more and makes him moan even louder.

always praising though, if it's actual cohesive words, it's all praises to you. lots of "keeping squeezing around me like that" or "am i making you feel good, princess" or even "if you keep going like that i'm going to fill your stomach up with my cum"

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

i really picture sex with murray to be like any vintage 70s porn. i think he'd love having polaroids of you either completely nude or in pretty lingerie that he can look at later. and by look at i mean jack off too and end up ruining it from getting cum all over the photo.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

murray bauman doesn't have anything spectacular, but he knows how to use it and that's what matters most.

he's probably on the average size, five to six inches hard, but has a good amount of girth that makes you still feel full when he's pumping his way into you.

probably has rounder and heavier balls, they probably sag a little and slap your chin when he fucks your throat, which only drives him even crazier, especially when the mixture of saliva and cum from your mouth dribbles out and spills onto them.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i don't think murray bauman needs sex to survive, but he gets little bursts of a higher sex drive when he's with you. depending on how often he sees you too i think plays a part in his sex drive. if he doesn't see you all that much, he probably would take any chance he can to have sex, but if you see each other more often, i think he's satisfied enough to not always need sex.

this also probably would play in part with what his pace would be like, too.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i think it all depends on how many rounds y'all did because if you only went a couple i think he'd stay awake afterwards to talk, maybe get a drink or two before passing out (with or without you).

though if you guys went more than what you guys usually do, and depending on if he has a drink or two in him, he'd probably pass out almost instantly, probably sometimes without pulling out all the way.

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