9. Public

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Public | Cillian x Fem!Reader | One Shot.

Summary: Cillians fantasy is sex in a public place, his occupation makes that too risky, but he can tease you in public right? 

Warning: Pure filth and language.

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You and Cillian shared a love for music, especially live music, in basement bars and backs of pubs. It's where you had met two years ago, Cillian in the corner of his favourite London local, you'd been stood up for most of the first set but coming straight from work and forgetting to bring a change of comfortable shoes, your feet were hurting and you needed a seat.


You'd asked if you could just perch on the spare chair at Cillians table, unaware of who he was in the dark corner, to be honest even in the light you wouldn't of made the connection, music was more your scene, films were not.


He'd agreed, stating he had come alone anyway and that's where your relationship had begun, sharing stories of live shows and favourite bands over beers watching the next set together, he'd asked you out on a date for the following evening and you hadn't looked back.


Cillian was back from filming in Manchester, no films or shows lined up for the next few months, meaning in between your work, you had spare time. You'd found a new band that were playing in Dublin, booked tickets and told Cillian to meet you after work.


You had found a table near the back, ordered a Guinness and glass of wine, eyes trained on the door for your boyfriend. He arrived just before the first act came on, apologising for the late running of the train he'd caught from your sleepy suburb.


Cillian had invited his friend Connell and wife Deena to join you, they finally arrived half way through the first set, getting a round of drinks in.


The first act had a hard job of warming up the crowd and you'd decided to get some air outside, Cillian following with his beer in hand.


"Looking bloody stunning this evening" he wrapped his free arm around your waist pulling you into his body.You smiled dropping a kiss to his shoulder, unable to reach his face from the angle you were in "not too bad yourself, time off is treating you right bub"


He placed his now empty glass on the small table, wrapping you fully in his arms, leaning close to your ear. "You know what we spoke about last night, I want to do that here"You lent back in his arms, eyes searching for a hint of a joke "here?" you bit at your lip, feeling a tingle of excitement run through your body.


"Right here, I want to make you cum at the table, without anyone knowing" he was so close to your ear, whispering, nipping between words at your earlobe.


You nodded slowly, taking his hand, thanking your morning self for wearing a wrap skirt, you lead him back to the table, slipping into the seat Cillian had previously been occupying in the corner.


Deena was asking about your work, when you felt Cillians hand sneak into the slit in your skirt, resting it on your thigh as you carried on your conversation, as he slowly travelled his hand higher, finger cautiously flicking against your pussy through your cotton underwear.

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