les sequelles - Cillian Murphy & Thomas Shelby

24. Valentine

Summary: Cillian doesn't believe in Valentines Day, but y/n is determined to make him see sense! 

 Warnings: Basically a big Valentines smutfest. 

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Fem!Reader 

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Cillian didn't think Valentines Day needed to be celebrated, this year you were determined to celebrate make him see that a day of love was something to celebrate.

You'd even got up early, cooked some perfect heart shaped pancakes for him to eat before rushing out of the door for an interview.

He's smirked at your gesture but still devoured them before pressing a sticky kiss to your lips and bidding you goodbye.

You had huffed a little bit to yourself not even a box of chocolates, or a card but this was your third Valentines with Cillian and you were going to make sure he knew you take it seriously. 

 He'd be out for a few hours, you had already gone Valentines shopping and the house was now looking as pink, red and loved up as you could make it.

You heard Cillians car pull into the garage, you couldn't wait to see his face when he noticed everything.

You were shocked when you noticed the bunch of flowers in his hands as he came in through the garage door, he pecked a kiss to your cheek as he handed them over.

His eyes roaming your body, you'd showered and slipped on the black silk dressing gown even though it was only one in the afternooon.

"Happy Valentines Day, Darling" he smiled a soft but heartfelt sentiment.

"Thanks Cill" you took his hand, placing the flowers on the kitchen side pulling him through to the hall, the love heart balloons and banners making a small laugh leave his mouth.

"I know you don't believe in Valentines Day but I wanted to celebrate it this year" Cillians fingers were playing with the silk tie of your dressing gown "is this my present?" he asked licking at his lips.

You nodded with a shy smile, Cillian's smile spread right to his eyes as he untied it, pushing his hands inside to land on the bare skin of your waist.

You had on the lace bra and thong set he'd brought you back from New York the suspender belt and stockings you knew drove him wild.

You could sense his excitement just through the pressure of his touch, he quickly discarded your robe, hands roaming over your soft skin, fingers hooked under the strap of your bra pulling it down to fall just above your elbow. 

 Hands slipping round your back, unclasping your bra expertly with a gentle tug it was on the hallway floor, his lips on the skin of your neck trailing hot kisses down to the dip of your breasts, his eyes flicking up to watch you as he moved slowly to your nipple, tongue swirling around the bud bringing it to a slight hardness.

Your breath caught in your throat, your back arching towards him as he took your other nipple between his lips. 

 "Cillian" you whimpered just the feeling of his mouth on your breasts had you gone for him. 

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 You squealed in surprise as Cillian had you off the ground, sitting you on the side table, your thong discarded over his shoulder. 

 Knee's bent, legs spread as he dipped his head down to take in the sight of your glistening pussy.

"Fuck, look at you" he sighed, one swift movement and he was diving between your legs mouth covering your pussy.