les sequelles - Cillian Murphy & Thomas Shelby

42. Man Like You

Summary: Filming for months on end together means a relationship blossoms, but Reader feels like she's too immature for a man like Cillian as they prepare to leave the PB filming bubble.

Warnings: Language, age gap relationship & Smut

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You were trying your hardest to be serious, Cillian in his Tommy suit, you in your Lilian outfit which consisted of the 1920's elegant lingerie.

Cillian had his back to the camera, as you scolded Tommy for being out late again, he was raising his eyebrows, pulling faces. You rolled your eyes stepping closer to him, pressing your body to his.

"Fucking, behave Murphy" you whispered in his ear, nipping at his earlobe only adding to the intimate scene you were trying to film.

His hands came up to cup your cheeks, you had been together for just over a year, after a slightly drunk realisation that you were both definitely attracted to each other at the end of season four.

You'd slept together a few times before the filming of season four ended then there was the break, a few flirtatious texts and dates but now you knew that you were both getting serious.

With only a few weeks left of filming you were trying to determined what was going to happen after you left Liverpool this time.

"What do you want? Do you want me to fuck you?" he was saying his lines, but you were sure you almost came on the spot.

The thick well practised Birmingham accent echoed around the set, as you pushed at his chest stepping back hands on your slender hips.

"Is that all you think I want, eh? I just want my husband to notice me, to love me" you retorted, finally in the flow of the scene.

Finally Ant had called cut, filming done for the day, you'd pulled on your oversized sweatshirt and leggings hanging up the lingerie.

"Oh thought you could bring that back to the apartments tonight" Cillian's voice filled the dressing area.

You turned with a joking roll of your eyes "Its the most uncomfortable contraption I've ever put on"

Cillian laughed closing the gap between you both, hands round your waist "Wasn't planning on it staying on for long, love"

You bit at your lip, arms wrapping around his neck "thought you promised me dinner tonight? or was it just dessert you were offering?"

"Oh no there will be dinner I just need a little appetiser, your sweet tasting cunt first" His hands had moved up under your sweatshirt, fingers pressing into your soft flesh.

"That can be arrange Mr Murphy" you purred, turning out of his grasp to grab your things.

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Cillian had dinner in the oven when you arrived, then he'd placed you up on the counter, pushed your leggings to your ankles, eyes lighting up at the discovery of no panties.

"You look delicous" he hummed, dropping his head between your legs "Want my mouth on your already soaked pussy, love?" he teased lips already close to where you needed him.

"Yeah, like you promised" you nodded lifting your hips.

Without any other word his mouth was pressed against you, tongue lapping between your slit, dragging it up to your clit, fingers spreading your lower lips covering your clit sucking it into his mouth.