les sequelles - Cillian Murphy & Thomas Shelby

43. Love Affair

Summary: Cillian and Reader fell in-love on set, can they keep it a secret on the red carpet.

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Language & Age Gap.

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The champagne coloured silk dress was hugging your figure perfectly, Cillian couldn't keep his eyes off you as you made your way down the red carpet a few feet in front of him, the film festival was in full swing and this evening the film you were co-stars in was the main event.

Cillian finally caught up with you at the press section of the carpet he greeted you with a kiss to your cheek "look stunning" he whispered before you pulled away.

You gave him a smile, his arm curling round your waist as you both faced the awaiting press.

"There's rumours of a blossoming relationship between you both, is there any truth in them?" The first reporter asked, thrusting a microphone towards your both.

Cillian squeezed at your waist "We're just really good at our jobs," He smiled, you let out a small laugh.

"So the looks are all just acting?" Another reporter asked, reaching across to get his microphone in front of you.

You turned to look up at Cillian, your hand on his chest "I have no idea what looks you mean" you retorted, Cillian licking at his lips as he watched you.

"I'm sure if you went online you would find out about all the looks and rumours" the last reporter smirked.

You stood on your tiptoes to brush a kiss against Cillian's cheek, flicking your hair over your shoulder "Oh we never google ourselves" you linked your arm through Cillians, being ushered on to the next section for photo's.

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Cillian joined you in the row with the rest of the cast, handing you a glass of champagne, he lent close to your ear "I think they're onto us" he whispered.

The cinema was dark ready for the start of the film, your hand slipped onto his thigh "Only tonight to get through then we can do as we please" you gave his thigh a squeeze moving your hand away.

Cillian caught your hand, placing it back on his thigh, his hand on top of yours "I just want to get you home, can still feel the trace of your mouth wrapped round my cock from this afternoon" his lips were pressed so close to your ear.

You felt the goosebumps errupt over your skin, as his lips quickly dragged down to the smallest patch of exposed skin, dropping a gentle kiss.

Your eyes travelled over his side profile as he turned to watch the screen, your hands intertwined between the seats, his thumb brushing over your soft skin.

Everyone was engrossed in the film, your mind was elsewhere, your hand slowly grazed over his crotch, you felt the sharp intake of his breath as his body stiffened beside you.

You looked quickly at him, his eyes burning into yours as you continued to gently stroke over him, feeling his semi-hard cock.

"Wish we could get out of here, we know what happens" you whispered with a slight giggle, his hand coming down to stop your searing touch on him.

"Me too, love" he sighed his hand squeezing at yours putting pressure on his now throbbing cock, as he turned his attention back to the screen.

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Cillian was practically dragging you through the doors of the hotel lobby, you'd stayed for a few drinks at the after party. Cillian couldn't keep his hands off you whenever you were close to him.