les sequelles - Cillian Murphy & Thomas Shelby

32. Caught

Summary : Mutually checking each other out - can only lead to one thing, right?

Warnings: Smut.

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Fem!Reader

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You were in such a rush, you had just finished up filming, had the cast party in under twenty minutes and you were still in your 1920's get up.

You were trying to find your dressing gown, you had definitely left it in your trailer when you were called to set.

fuck it! you thought pulling off the silk night gown you didn't have the time and you were on your own anyway.

"Oh shit sorry, y/n" You jumped as the voice caught you off guard.

You spun round, not even covering up your bare breasts, he'd seen everything countless times during filming, eyes landing on Cillian in just his tight black calvins leaning against the door to your trailer.

"I just wondered if you had a spare phone charger, left mine in the back of my car" his eyes were travelling over your naked body, he could feel the slow stir in his boxers.

"Lost my dressing gown" you shrugged giving his body the same treatment, eyes roaming over his toned torso, the freckles across his skin.

The hints of his Tommy tattoo's that had obviously been slightly rubbed off in his post work shower, the slight bulge in his boxers.

"are you going to the party?" he asked biting at his lip, as you lent forward to grab your bra.

"Trying my hardest to be ready and get there" you laughed lightly, brushing past him to the small wardrobe where your dress was hanging.

"Help me with this please" you turned your back to him, letting his fingers drag over the skin of your back.

The searing touch of his fingers made you catch your breath, you turned your head to look at him, eyes locked.

You smiled, knowing he wanted to say something but leaving it between you, he squeezed at your waist as you thanked him softly.

"Meet you on the dancefloor, Murphy" you reached on your tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek.

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You knew instantly when Cillian had entered the party, your whole body was on fire, your eyes darting to catch a glimpse of him across the room.

He was doing the same, a moment of solid eye contact, a smirk pulling onto his face before his gaze dropped to your lips.

An unspoken plan between you both, you were making your way across the room, a quick look back at him before you disappeared.

Cillian left his half drunk beer on the bar, excusing himself from the group of people. He was quickly following you out into the corridor.

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Cillian had you against the wall of the outside area, lips on your neck in seconds. Your hands in the hair at the base of his neck.

"fuck, wanted you earlier in the trailer" his breath was hot against your skin.

"Could have, had me" you teased pushing your hips towards his.

Without a word he was hitching your leg up against his hip, fingers dragging up to the elastic of your underwear.

"You were rushing" he smirked, as you fumbled with the buttons on his jeans.

"Would have made time for you" you pressed your lips to his, hand delving into his boxers, fingers curling around his solid cock.

"Think out here makes it even hotter" he admitted, with a shakey breath as you worked at him.

"Having me against the wall of a private club, turns you on, huh?"

Cillian could only nod as you teased at his pre-cum covered tip.

"Take me then" you almost pleaded, Cillian helping you wrap both your legs around his waist.

"Fuck, thought you wouldn't say it" he sighed lining up against your slick folds, you reach between your bodies parting your lower lips as he pushed towards your entrance.

Cillian let out a low groan as he finally entered you, stretching your pussy with every forceful push.

"lets not go a week without doing this again" you pressed your forehead with his, as he jerked himself further into you.

"Don't fuck off to London without me then" he laughed lightly, you rolled your hips down against him, the tip of his cock brushing across the edge of your cervix.

A feeling you were still getting used too, but relished in everytime it happened, the feeling of Cillian filling you completely.

"Not really going to last long, love" Cillian rasped, teeth nipping across the skin of your collarbone.

"Jesus Cillian, fuck faster please" you were whimpering, as he rocked into you, hands on your hips holding you down on him, the contracting of your walls making his stomach tighten.

Your nails were digging into the skin of his bicep through the material of his shirt, his fingers making delicious contact with your clit, making your eyes almost roll back into your head as he rubbed and pressed against you.

"Cum for me, darling need you to cum" he was stumbling over his words, hips sloppily rutting into you.

"I'm going..fuck yes like that please" you whined pressing your lips to his, in a slow kiss, tongues moulding together.

The tip of his cock brushed against your g-spot, as his fingers worked on your clit in unison.

With one last deep thrust into your clenching pussy, he was spilling ropes of his cum into you, coating your slick walls as you finally tumbled into your orgasm with whimpers of his name.

You both stilled, chests heaving foreheads pressed together.

"Lets get out of here?" he suggested, slowly placing your back on solid ground.

You nodded silently, still hazy from the feeling of him filling you. Cillian was helping you adjust your underwear and dress, before tidying up his jeans.

With one last kiss, he linked your hands pulling you round to the back carpark, making a call to his driver. You had a weeks worth of time apart to make up for.

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From peakyscillian on Tumblr.