les sequelles - Cillian Murphy & Thomas Shelby

11. When I Kissed The Teacher

When I kissed the teacher |Cillian x Fem!Reader | 

Summary: Cillian is taking time off from acting, he's teaching drama at the night school, you're his wife & you know he has a fantasy. 

Warnings: Smut, filth you know me! Age gap.

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Cillian had been teaching drama at the night school for three weeks now, Tuesday through to Thursday evenings, leaving you to your own devices from six in the evening until around ten, it was great the first two weeks, girls dinners, long baths and catching up on the shows Cillian didn't like to watch but usually put up with.

This week being the third one you were bored of laying around in the massive tub, you'd caught up on the recorded shows and your girls were busy with their husbands.

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You made your way to the back of the class that Cillian was teaching, they were packing up placing the chairs against the wall, Cillian hadn't spotted you. Finally the class had emptied, you moved towards the desk at the front, Cillian looking up as he heard your footsteps.

"Hey Love, what you doing here?" he asked, leaning against the desk, arms folded across his chest. "Missed you" you pouted, stood in front of him now, his eyes were travelling your body, he pulled you forward by the tie at the front of your coat.

Your arms snaked around his neck "How was class, Mr Murphy?"

Cillian's hands were already tugging at the tie on your coat, pushing the item from your shoulders, his mouth fell open at the sight of you, in a tight black mini skirt, a fitted white blouse, black stockings and a untidy school tie fastened loosely around your neck.

"Fuck, what are you trying to do to me baby" he was holding you at arms length, you were biting your lip.

"Wanted to surprise you" you smiled hand dropping to the button and zip on his jeans, you pushed them down his legs, hands dipping into his boxers, he let out a groan as your hand curled around his semi-hard length.

You twisted and pumped your wrist, bringing him to his full hardness "We can't do this here" he sighed trying to talk himself out of this.

You dropped to your knee's, pulling his boxers down his legs, looking up at him with wide innocent eyes "But Sir, I just want to taste you".

Cillian wasn't sure how he didn't come right there, but by some miracle he held out, giving into you as you wrapped your tongue around his pink tip, teeth grazing at the veined shaft as you took him back as deep as you could.

"Fuck" he sighed, hands falling into your hair, tugging gently at the strands, you were lapping at him, working up to his tip and then back down, hand at his base a gentle squeeze now and again to make him gasp.

Your hand curled around the middle of his hard cock, as you dipped your head to kiss at his base, before licking down to his balls, sucking and teasing them into your mouth, his hold on your hair tightening at the feeling.