les sequelles - Cillian Murphy & Thomas Shelby

36. Hungover

Summary: The monrning after one too many drinks.

Warnings: Hungover fluff!

Pairing: Cillian x Fem!Reader

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You were certain your head was lifting from the pillow with each unforgiving thump of your self inflicted headache.

Your mouth was dry, legs aching as you turned slowly over in the bed.

"Cill, Cill you awake?" your voice was barely audible, like you hadn't spoke in days - scratching against your throat.

"No, I think I'm on my way to hell" he grumbled from the pillow next to you.

You reached out your hand, pressing it against his clammy back, he jolted forward "Why the feck is your hand so bloody cold" he almost screamed.

You let out the smallest laugh, instantly regretting it as your head pounded once again "Please can I have some water" you pleaded.

Cillian slowly turned to face you, his eyes bloodshot, hair messed up across his forehead "baby you know where the tap is" he sighed, pulling your body towards him.

"You promised me, last night, you said whatever I needed you'd get me if I stayed for two extra drinks" you pouted at him.

"That was drunk me, hungover me can't leave the bed" he pressed his forehead lightly against yours.

"Jesus fuck, you need to brush your teeth Murphy, get out of here" you pushed at his chest, his bottom lip dropped.

He sighed once again, holding up his left hand "This, this ring you see it? this was given to me by you with the promise to love me in sickness and in health"

You rolled your eyes, holding yours up to his face "This was given to me by you with the promise to cherish me"

Cillian laughed, dropping a tender kiss to your forehead, he slowly sat up, a deep groan leaving his mouth as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, your eyes on his body if you were in any fit state you'd be all over him.

"Stop staring at me" he turned to look at you, his full naked body on display.

You pouted "look so good, I just can't do anything about it"

Cillian smirked, grabbing a pair of boxers before he left the bedroom.

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The buzzer for the front door was cutting through the peaceful nap you'd fallen into, head on Cillian's chest as you curled on the sofa.

Cillian had ordered breakfast, a whole array of fried and baked good, extra large coffees.

You were curled under a blanket, plate of food on your crossed legs Cillian opposite you, neither of you having the energy to move to the table to eat.

"Let's never drink again" Cillian sighed sipping from his coffee.

You looked at him, a roll of your eyes, forkful of food poised at your lips "don't organise nights out with your friends then" you tutted.

"Can't help having a social life baby" he smirked stabbing his fork into the hash brown on the corner of your plate.

Your mouth hung open, shocked at his actions "you're lucky we're already married Murphy because that's a serious offence" you pouted.

Cillian smirked, taking your plate from your hands, he placed it on the floor with his. "Come here" he laughed lightly tugging you towards him.

You happily settled in his lap, head still slightly tender.

**

Cillian was watching you, eyes locked steadily on your own as his hands ran up and down your bare thighs, squeezing the flesh, tickling trails higher and higher.

You knew your breathing was becoming heavier, the pounding of your head had gone south, the deep throb between your legs had thrown any feelings of being hungover out of the window.

Cillian effortlessly lifted you up to drag your shorts down to your mid thigh, leaving you bare from the waist down, his eyes dropped to take in the sight.

"No underwear, naughty" he hummed, lips inches from yours.

You had no words, you could feel all your desire for him bubbling up from your stomach, you knew opening your mouth would lead to a unbridled moan or a moment of pleading for him.

Without warning, Cillians fingers were teasing between your folds, spreading them open, sliding through your already slick lips "always ready for me" he commented, his breath catching in his throat as he spoke.

"Cill" there it was the pleading moan, the uncontrolled emotion, you were steadying yourself holding onto the back of the sofa, your other hand clasped tight on the back of his neck.

"I've got you darling" he smiled finally pressing his lips to yours, as he sunk a finger into your waiting pussy.

You pushed down against him, the delicous sear of heat from him entering you so quickly.

Cillian slowly pushed another finger into your stretched hole, his thumb grazing teasingly over your clit, you were rolling your hips needing to feel the friction of his touch.

"That's it baby, get yourself off on my fingers" he was intent on watching as you fucked yourself down onto his palm. his fingers sliding against your walls.

"Yes, Cill there please, please" you were a mess it hadn't even been five minutes and you were fighting against the urge to cum.

"There?" he rasped, his other hand on your hip squeezing the flesh as his fingers curled towards your front wall.

"Yes,yes" you sighed as he made contact a jolt of electricity ripped through your body.

Cillian new exactly how to make you cum in mere minutes, his thumb pressing on your clit, the fingers buried inside you tapping against your soft front wall making your legs shake.

Head thrown back you were rocking down against his hand, making his fingers slip deeper into your pussy.

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Cillian had pushed your top up to get access to your breast, his lips sucking at your nipple, his fingers grazing over the other, while you ground your hips down on his fingers.

"Fuck Cill, please please" you whined, fingers curling into the hair at the base of his neck, as his lips worked on bringing your nipples to hard peaks.

Your toes were curling with the pleasure ripping through your body, your lip pulled between your lip and his fingers edged you closer.

His lips left your nipple, eyes locked on you as you finally tensed, a wave of relief washed over you as you finally let go, your orgasm clenching your walls around his fingers.

"That's it baby, fuck you look beautiful" Cillian sighed as your eyes opened.

Your walls were still fluttering around his fingers as you slowly pulled them from you. Your body spent you fell towards him, lips connecting with his and you came down.

"You can always steal my hash browns if thats what I get in return" you laughed, forehead resting against his.

Cillian smirked, pushing his hips up towards you, letting you feel his hard cock on your bare pussy.

You bit on his lip, before sliding off his lap, onto your knees.

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