#cillian fluff

That kiss settled something in her chest. He could always do that, silence the noise just by being close.

She reached up, fingers brushing the edge of his jaw, rough with the day’s stubble. He leaned in again, their lips meeting properly this time, soft, exploratory, his hand now cradling the side of her neck as he kissed her slow and deep.

When they pulled back, his thumb gently stroked her cheekbone. “Come here.”

He guided her to the bed, not pushing, just leading, and sat down first, pulling her gently between his legs, arms resting on her hips. The fire crackled in the hearth, throwing a golden glow across the room. She stood between his knees, eyes locked with his, breathing shallow.

His hands slid up her back as he kissed her again, deeper this time, his fingers careful as they found the tiny buttons running down her spine.

“Can I?” he asked, his voice warm against her mouth.

She nodded.

He started undoing them, one by one, pausing to press kisses to her bare shoulder as the fabric slipped. His touch never left her skin, reassuring and patient. When the dress finally slid from her arms and onto the floor, he paused again, looking at her, not just her body, but her face.

“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly, like it was just a fact. Not flattery. Just truth.

Y/N’s breath caught as he stood, guiding her gently back onto the bed, following her down, the mattress dipping under their weight. He lay beside her, half over her, one hand braced next to her head while the other smoothed along her hip.

He leaned in, kissing her again, slow and meaningful. “If anything feels wrong… if you want to stop, say so. You don’t owe me anything.”

“I know,” she whispered, voice small but steady. “I want this… I want you.”

He nodded, then kissed her again, slower this time, deeper, the heat building carefully between them.

Thomas’s eyes lowered for a moment, taking her in as she lay back against the pillows, lit only by the soft glow of the fire. Her white lace lingerie still clung to her body, delicate and elegant, almost too beautiful to touch. Almost.

His gaze met hers again, and he leaned in, kissing her forehead first, then down the bridge of her nose, before whispering against her lips.

“You look…” he breathed, his voice thick, “fucking stunning.”

She let out a small, nervous laugh, more from the tension in her chest than anything else. He noticed immediately, brushing his knuckles down her arm.

“Can I take this off?” he asked quietly, fingers grazing the thin strap of her white bra. “Only if you want me to.”

Y/N hesitated, not out of fear, but because the moment felt so real now. But then she looked at him, saw the softness in his eyes, the way he held back, waiting for her.

She nodded slowly. “Yeah… you can.”

Still, he didn’t move just yet.

“You sure?” he asked again, his thumb tracing just below the lace edge. “You say the word, we stop. No pressure.”

“I’m sure,” she whispered, her hand settling gently on his shoulder.

He gave a small nod, then pressed a slow kiss to her collarbone as his fingers reached behind her, careful and steady. The clasp loosened under his hands, and he slowly slid the lace straps down her shoulders, the bra falling away between them.

He didn’t say anything right away, didn’t gawk, didn’t rush.

Just kissed her again, gently, his palm flattening softly against her bare side as he pulled her in closer, wrapping her in warmth.

“You’re safe with me,” he murmured against her skin. “Always.”

Thomas’ lips lingered on hers, a slow, grounding kiss that tasted of whiskey and patience, before he pulled back just enough to look at her. The firelight flickered across his face, softening the sharp edges of his jaw, his eyes holding hers with a quiet intensity. Y/N’s breath hitched, her bare skin tingling under the warmth of his gaze, the cool air of the Birmingham night brushing against her newly exposed chest. She felt vulnerable, but his presence, steady, unhurried, kept her anchored.

His hand, still resting on her side, moved slowly, his calloused palm sliding upward with a gentleness that made her heart stutter. His fingers traced the curve beneath her breast, tentative at first, giving her time to adjust to the sensation.

“Alright?” he murmured, voice low and rough, his thumb brushing just shy of her nipple, waiting for her cue.

She nodded, a soft “Yeah” escaping her lips, her voice barely above a whisper. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered wildly, his touch sparking something warm and unfamiliar deep inside her.

Thomas leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the hollow of her throat, then lower, his lips grazing the delicate skin above her heart. His hand cupped her breast, fingers gentle but sure, his thumb brushing over her nipple in a slow, deliberate circle. Y/N let out a small, involuntary moan, the sound catching in her throat as a shiver ran through her. His touch was careful, reverent, but it sent sparks dancing across her skin.

He paused, glancing up to check her face, his eyes searching for any sign of discomfort. Finding none, he lowered his head, his lips brushing the soft swell of her breast. His kisses were featherlight at first, warm and teasing, tracing the curve of her skin.

Then, slowly, he took her nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking gently before he sucked, soft but deliberate. Y/N’s breath hitched, another quiet moan slipping out as her fingers tightened on his shoulder, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt.

“Tommy,” she whispered, the sound of his name trembling on her lips, half plea, half wonder. The butterflies in her stomach turned into something hotter, more urgent, as his mouth worked her sensitive skin, alternating between gentle sucks and slow, lingering kisses. His other hand found her other breast, kneading softly, his fingers rolling her nipple with a tenderness that made her arch into him, her body responding before her mind could catch up.

He hummed against her skin, the vibration sending a fresh wave of warmth through her, his lips curling into a faint smile as he felt her tremble. “Good?” he asked, voice muffled against her, his breath hot on her skin.

“Mhm,” she managed, her voice breaking into another soft moan as he sucked again, a little firmer this time, his tongue swirling in a way that made her toes curl. Her hands slid up to his hair, fingers threading through the dark strands, holding him closer as the sensations built, layering one atop another like kindling catching fire.

Thomas pulled back just enough to kiss the valley between her breasts, his lips trailing slow and deliberate, each touch igniting her further. His hand continued its gentle fondling, thumb and fingers working in tandem to draw more of those quiet, breathy sounds from her. He was patient, every movement measured, every kiss a promise that he’d take care of her, that she could trust him with this.

Her skin felt alive under his touch, her heart pounding as the butterflies gave way to a deeper, aching want. She tugged lightly at his hair, urging him closer, her body speaking what her words couldn’t.

Thomas’ lips hovered at the crest of Y/N’s hip bone, his breath warm against her skin as he pressed another slow, deliberate kiss there, his hands steady on her thighs. The firelight cast a soft glow over them, the room quiet except for the faint crackle of the hearth and her uneven breaths. Her pussy throbbed, sensitive to every touch, every whisper of air, as his kisses trailed lower, pausing just above the delicate lace of her panties. Her white lingerie, sheer and delicate, clung to her, and she felt exposed, vulnerable, but his presence was a tether, keeping her grounded.

“You’re doin’ so well, love,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, the Birmingham edge softened by a warmth that made her heart stutter. His fingers grazed the waistband of her panties, teasing the thin fabric, brushing ever so lightly over her clit through the lace. The sensation pulled a soft, trembling moan from her lips, her hips twitching instinctively toward him.

“That’s it,” he said, his tone soothing, like he was coaxing her through a quiet storm. “Just let yourself feel it, yeah?”

Her cheeks flushed, her breath hitching as she nodded, too shy to speak at first. Thomas’ eyes flicked up to hers, blue and steady, watching her with a patience that made her feel cherished.

“You alright?” he asked, his thumb stroking the edge of the lace, just grazing her sensitive core, sending another spark through her. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”

“I’m… I’m okay,” she whispered, her voice shaky but honest. “Just nervous.”

He nodded, his lips curving into a small, reassuring smile. “Nothin’ to be nervous about,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to the soft skin just below her navel.

“It’s just you and me here. No one else, no rush. You’re safe, Y/N, I promise.” His words were a balm, easing the tight knot of nerves in her chest.

His fingers hooked gently under the waistband of her panties, pausing as he looked up at her again. “Can I take these off, love?” he asked, his voice steady, giving her all the space to decide. “Only if you’re ready.”

She swallowed, her pussy pulsing with a mix of anticipation and nerves, but his calm, grounding presence made her feel brave. She nodded, then caught the slight raise of his brow, the silent prompt for more.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” he urged gently, his thumb brushing her hip, his touch so careful it made her ache. “Wanna hear you say it.”

“Please, Tommy,” she said, a little stronger, her fingers twisting in the sheets. “Take them off.”

He gave a low hum of approval, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly slid the lace down her thighs, the fabric whispering against her skin. The cool air hit her bare pussy, making her shiver, her sensitivity amplifying every sensation.

Thomas set the panties aside, his hands returning to her hips, one palm flattening against her skin, warm and steady. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with something like awe. “So fuckin’ beautiful, Y/N. You’re perfect.”

Her blush deepened, and she let out a small, nervous laugh, but his words wrapped around her like a blanket. His hand moved lower, fingers brushing the soft skin just above her mound, teasing, not diving in. He started with her outer folds, his fingertips tracing their edges with a gentleness that made her breath catch. “I’m gonna go slow, alright?” he said, his voice low and reassuring. “You tell me if it’s too much, or if you want more. I’m right here with you.”

She nodded, a soft “Okay” slipping from her lips as his fingers continued their careful exploration, stroking the slick, sensitive skin of her folds. Her pussy throbbed, so responsive that even the lightest touch sent a thrill through her, drawing another quiet moan. “Tommy,” she whimpered, her voice trembling, her hips shifting slightly under his hand.

“That’s my girl,” he said softly, his thumb brushing just below her clit, not touching it directly but close enough to make her pulse race. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me already.” His tone wasn’t crude, but reverent, like her arousal was a gift he didn’t take lightly. “Feels good, yeah?”

“Mhm,” she managed, her moans soft and high-pitched, each one spilling out as his fingers traced her folds, parting them gently to explore her further. He teased her entrance with one fingertip, not pushing in, just circling, feeling the slick heat there. The sensation was overwhelming, her pussy so sensitive that every brush of his fingers felt like a spark, her body arching slightly into his touch.

“Spread your legs a bit more for me, love,” he said, his voice calm but firm, guiding her with care. “Just like that, good girl.” His free hand squeezed her thigh gently, encouraging her as she parted her legs wider, her breath coming faster now.

“You’re doin’ perfect,” he murmured, his fingers returning to her folds, stroking slowly, deliberately, teasing her entrance again. “Just breathe, let me take care of you.”

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as he continued, his touch so gentle yet precise, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through her. Her pussy throbbed harder, her arousal making her slicker, and Thomas noticed, his eyes darkening with want but still tempered by care. “Christ, you’re so responsive,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl. “Love how you’re reactin’ to me. You tell me what you need, alright? I’m listenin’.”

She couldn’t speak, not really, her mind hazy with the intensity of it all, but her body answered for her, hips lifting slightly, chasing his touch. Her hands gripped the sheets tighter, her moans soft but constant, each one a testament to how her body sang under his careful hands.

Thomas’ fingers lingered on Y/N’s folds, his touch featherlight as he parted her gently, his thumb brushing just shy of her clit, drawing another soft moan from her lips. Her pussy throbbed, slick and sensitive, every nerve alive under his careful attention. He shifted lower on the bed, his body settling between her thighs, his breath warm against her skin as he pressed a slow, reassuring kiss to the inside of her thigh. “You’re doin’ so good, love,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, laced with that Birmingham grit but softened by tenderness. “Gonna make you feel even better now, yeah? Just keep breathin’ for me.”

Y/N’s heart raced, her fingers tightening in the sheets as she felt his breath ghost over her core, the anticipation making her pussy pulse harder. “Tommy,” she whispered, her voice shaky, a mix of nerves and want. “Is it… gonna be okay?”

His eyes flicked up to meet hers, blue and steady, grounding her in the flickering firelight. “More than okay, sweetheart,” he said softly, his hand finding hers, lacing their fingers together, his grip warm and firm. “I’ve got you. You trust me, don’t you?”

She nodded, squeezing his hand. “I do.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to her thigh, closer now, his lips brushing the sensitive skin near her folds. “Just let go for me. Wanna hear you, alright? Every sound you make, I want it.” His other hand slid up her body, cupping her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple, sending a fresh shiver through her. The dual sensations, his hand on her breast, his breath so close to her pussy, made her moan softly, her hips shifting instinctively.

Then his mouth was on her, his lips closing gently around her clit, and Y/N gasped, a sharp, trembling sound that filled the quiet room. The pleasure was immediate, overwhelming, her pussy so sensitive that the soft suck of his mouth felt like a spark igniting a fire. “Oh,” she whimpered, her free hand flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands as her body arched off the bed.

“That’s it,” Thomas groaned against her, the vibration of his voice sending another jolt through her clit. His tongue flicked out, licking her slowly, deliberately, tracing circles around the swollen bud before sucking again, gentle but firm. “Fuck, you taste so good, love. Keep makin’ those sounds for me.” His hand squeezed her breast, fingers kneading softly, rolling her nipple between them, the sensation layering over the wet heat of his mouth on her pussy.

Y/N’s moans grew louder, higher-pitched, each one spilling out as his tongue worked her clit, alternating between slow, languid licks and soft sucks that made her thighs tremble. The pleasure was intense, almost too much, her pussy throbbing so hard it felt like her entire body was pulsing with it. “Tommy,” she gasped, her voice breaking, “it’s… it’s so much.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to speak, his lips brushing her clit as he did, making her whimper. “Feels good, don’t it? Just let it build, yeah? I’m right here, gonna take care of you.” He squeezed her hand tighter, his thumb stroking her knuckles, grounding her as his mouth returned to her, his tongue licking a slow, deliberate stripe over her clit before sucking again, a little harder now.

Her moans turned into soft cries, her hips bucking against his mouth, chasing the pleasure that was spiraling tighter and tighter inside her. His hand on her breast kept moving, squeezing, teasing her nipple, while his tongue flicked faster, then slower, finding a rhythm that made her body shake. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled, his voice thick with want. “Love how you’re fallin’ apart for me. Let me hear you, Y/N. Don’t hold back.”

She couldn’t, even if she wanted to. The pleasure was too intense, her pussy so sensitive that every lick, every suck, sent her closer to an edge she’d never crossed before. Her moans were constant now, breathy and desperate, her fingers gripping his hair, his hand, anything to anchor herself. “Tommy, I… I feel—” she stammered, her voice breaking as his tongue circled her clit, then sucked hard, pulling a sharp cry from her throat.

“You’re close, love,” he said, his voice muffled against her, his lips never leaving her clit. “Can feel it. Just let go for me, yeah? I’ve got you. Gonna make you come so good.” He doubled down, his tongue flicking faster, then sucking her clit in a steady rhythm, his hand squeezing her breast, thumb rolling her nipple in time with his mouth. The sensations crashed together, her pussy throbbing, her body trembling as the pleasure built into something almost unbearable.

“Tommy!” she cried, her voice raw, her thighs clamping around his head as the orgasm hit her, a wave of white-hot pleasure that stole her breath. Her pussy pulsed, her clit throbbing under his tongue as he kept licking, softer now, riding her through it. Her body shook, her moans turning into soft, broken whimpers, her fingers digging into his hand, his hair, as the sensation overwhelmed her. It was her first orgasm, and it felt like her entire world had shattered and reformed in the space of a heartbeat.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Thomas murmured, his voice low and soothing, his tongue giving her clit one last gentle lick before he kissed it softly, making her twitch. “Fuck, you did so well. So beautiful when you come.” He kept his hand in hers, squeezing gently, his other hand leaving her breast to stroke her thigh, calming her as her body trembled with aftershocks. “Just breathe, yeah? I’m right here, not goin’ anywhere.”

Her chest heaved, her breaths ragged as she tried to process the intensity of it, her pussy still pulsing, sensitive to even the air. “I… I didn’t know it’d feel like that,” she whispered, her voice shaky, her eyes glassy as she looked down at him.

Thomas smiled, a rare, soft thing, as he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, then moved up to hover over her, his hand still holding hers. “First one’s always a shock,” he said gently, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “But you were perfect, love. Fuckin’ perfect.” He kissed her forehead, then her lips, slow and tender, letting her taste herself on him. “You alright? Need a minute?”

She nodded, her breath slowing, her body still humming with the afterglow. “Just… stay with me,” she murmured, squeezing his hand.

“Always,” he said, his voice low and sure, as he settled beside her, his hand stroking her side, keeping her close as she came down from the high. “You’re my girl, Y/N. Gonna take care of you every step of the way.”

Thomas’ lips lingered on Y/N’s, a slow, grounding kiss that left her breathless, her body still tingling from the orgasm he’d coaxed from her. The firelight cast flickering shadows across the room, the air heavy with the scent of rose petals and their shared warmth. Her pussy still pulsed, sensitive and slick, as he shifted above her, his weight propped on one elbow, his eyes searching hers with a tenderness that made her heart ache. “You’re still with me, love?” he asked, his voice low, rough with desire but softened by care. “Feelin’ alright?”

Y/N nodded, her breath unsteady, her fingers still laced with his. “Yeah,” she whispered, her voice soft but sure. “I’m okay, Tommy. Just… want you.”

His lips curved into a faint, approving smile, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead, lingering there as if to anchor her. “Good girl,” he murmured, his free hand brushing down her side, soothing her. “Gonna take this slow, yeah? You tell me if you need me to stop, any time.”

She nodded again, her trust in him unshaken, even as nerves fluttered in her chest. Thomas shifted, sitting back slightly, his hand moving to the waistband of his trousers. He unbuttoned them with deliberate care, his movements unhurried, giving her time to process. As he slid them down, along with his boxers, his cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the veins prominent along its length. Y/N’s eyes widened, a mix of awe and apprehension washing over her. It was bigger than she’d imagined, intimidating in its size, the head flushed and glistening slightly in the dim light.

“Tommy…” she breathed, her voice trailing off, her gaze fixed on him. “It’s… it’s so big.”

He chuckled softly, a low, reassuring sound, as he settled back over her, his hand returning to hers, squeezing gently. “It’s alright, love,” he said, his tone calm, steady. “You can touch it, if you want. Go on, get a feel for it.”

Her cheeks flushed, but curiosity won out. She reached out tentatively, her fingers brushing the warm, velvety skin of his shaft. It twitched under her touch, and she gasped softly, her fingers tracing the thick vein that ran along its length. “It’s… hard,” she murmured, almost to herself, her touch growing bolder as she wrapped her hand around him, feeling the weight of him in her palm.

Thomas let out a low groan, his eyes darkening, but he kept himself still, letting her explore. “Feels good when you touch me like that,” he said, his voice rougher now, but still gentle. “You don’t have to be shy, Y/N. It’s just us.”

She bit her lip, her hand lingering a moment longer before she drew back, her heart pounding. “Will it… fit?” she asked, her voice small, the question slipping out before she could stop it.

Thomas’ expression softened, and he leaned down, kissing her lips gently, then her cheek. “We’ll make it work, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Gonna go so slow, make it good for you. Trust me, yeah?”

She nodded, her trust in him unwavering despite the nerves. He guided her back down onto the bed, her head settling against the pillows, the rose petals shifting beneath her. His hand slid to her thigh, gentle but firm, as he positioned himself between her legs. “Spread your legs for me, love,” he said softly, his voice a quiet command wrapped in care. “Just a bit wider, that’s it.”

Y/N parted her thighs, her breath hitching as she felt the cool air against her slick pussy, still sensitive from his earlier attentions. She looked up at him, her eyes wide. “Will it hurt?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly, the vulnerability in her question laid bare.

Thomas sighed, his expression heavy with empathy, his thumb brushing her cheek as he leaned down to kiss her forehead again. “It might, love, just at the start,” he said honestly, his voice low and steady. “Wish I could take that pain away, I do. But I’ll be gentle, yeah? We’ll go as slow as you need, and if it’s too much, you tell me, and we stop. I’m right here with you, every step.”

She swallowed, nodding, her hand squeezing his tightly. “I trust you,” she whispered, her voice steadying as she met his gaze.

He kissed her again, slow and deep, his lips grounding her as he shifted closer, the head of his cock brushing against her folds. She gasped softly, the contact sending a jolt through her sensitive pussy, her hips twitching instinctively. “Easy, love,” he murmured against her lips, his hand stroking her side, calming her. “Gonna take it slow, alright? Just keep lookin’ at me.”

He guided himself to her entrance, the tip of his cock pressing gently against her, slick with her arousal. He paused, his eyes locked on hers, watching for any sign of discomfort. “You ready?” he asked, his voice soft but firm, his thumb stroking her knuckles.

“Yeah,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but certain. “I’m ready, Tommy.”

He nodded, his lips brushing her forehead again as he began to push forward, slow and careful. The stretch was immediate, a sharp sting that made her gasp, her free hand gripping his shoulder. He froze, his cock barely inside her, his eyes searching her face. “You alright?” he asked, his voice thick with concern. “Breathe for me, sweetheart. Just breathe.”

She nodded, her breath shaky as she tried to relax, the sting mingling with the warmth of his presence. “I’m okay,” she said, her voice trembling but determined. “Keep going.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, his hand squeezing hers as he pushed in a little further, his cock stretching her slowly, inch by inch. The pain was there, sharp and unfamiliar, but his gentleness, his constant reassurances, kept her grounded. Her pussy was so sensitive, every movement sending a mix of discomfort and pleasure through her, her body adjusting to the new sensation.

“Almost there, love,” he said softly, his voice steady as he watched her, his forehead resting against hers. “You’re doin’ so fuckin’ well. Just a bit more, yeah?” He pushed in further, his cock filling her now, the stretch intense but easing slightly as her body began to accommodate him. Her moans were soft, a mix of pain and something deeper, something that stirred low in her belly.

“Tommy,” she whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulder, her other hand clinging to his. “It’s… it’s a lot.”

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he said, his voice soothing, his lips brushing her temple. “You’re takin’ me so well. Just focus on me, alright? I’ve got you.” He stilled, letting her adjust, his cock buried inside her now, the fullness overwhelming but tempered by his care. He kissed her again, slow and tender, his thumb stroking her cheek. “Tell me when you’re ready for me to move.”

She took a few shaky breaths, her body trembling but relaxing as the initial sting began to fade, replaced by a strange, pulsing warmth. “Okay,” she whispered finally, her voice steadier. “You can move.”

He nodded, kissing her forehead once more before he began to move, his hips rocking slowly, pulling back just a fraction before pushing in again, gentle and controlled. Her pussy clenched around him, the sensation intense, her moans soft and breathy as the pleasure started to overtake the pain. “That’s it, love,” he murmured, his voice low and encouraging. “You feel so fuckin’ good. Just keep breathin’, yeah? I’m right here with you.”

He kept his movements slow, deliberate, his cock sliding in and out with careful precision, watching her face for every reaction, ensuring she was with him. Her moans grew louder, the discomfort fading into a deep, aching pleasure, her pussy throbbing around him, sensitive to every thrust. “You’re mine now,” he said softly, his lips brushing hers, his hand never leaving hers. “My beautiful girl. Doin’ so perfect for me.”

Her body arched into him, her trust in him blooming as the pleasure built, her heart pounding in time with his. The world narrowed to just them, the firelight, and the slow, intimate rhythm of their bodies.

Her breaths came faster now, each one a soft gasp that filled the quiet room, mingling with the crackle of the fire. Thomas’s eyes never left hers, his gaze steady and warm, anchoring her as the pleasure coiled tighter within her. Y/N’s fingers tightened around his, her other hand gripping his shoulder, nails digging in just enough to ground herself in the intensity. The slow, deliberate rhythm of his thrusts deepened, each movement drawing her closer to a precipice she’d never known before.

“Tommy,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of need and vulnerability, her wide eyes searching his for reassurance.

“I’ve got you, love,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, like a promise. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, then her lips, tasting the salt of her breath. “Just let go for me. I’m right here.”

Her body responded to his words, the trust she felt in him unraveling the last of her hesitation. The ache within her blossomed into something overwhelming, a wave of heat and sensation that made her toes curl and her back arch higher. Thomas felt her tightening around him, her pussy fluttering as she teetered on the edge. He kept his pace steady, not rushing her, letting her body guide them both. His thumb brushed over her knuckles, his other hand sliding down to grip her hip, steadying her as she trembled.

“That’s it, darlin’,” he whispered, his lips grazing her ear. “You’re so beautiful like this. Let it happen.”

With a soft cry, Y/N shattered beneath him, the pleasure crashing over her like a tide. Her body shook, her thighs quivering as she came, her pussy clenching tightly around him, pulling him deeper. The sensation was too much, too perfect, and Thomas groaned low in his throat, his control fraying as he followed her over the edge. His thrusts slowed, becoming uneven as he spilled inside her, his warmth filling her in a way that felt both new and eternal. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in, his lips pressing soft kisses to her flushed skin as they both rode the waves of their release.

For a moment, they stayed like that, bodies entwined, hearts racing in unison. The firelight cast golden shadows across their skin, the room quiet except for their ragged breaths. Thomas lifted his head, his blue eyes soft and searching as he looked down at her. Y/N’s cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, her expression a mix of awe and vulnerability. She looked so fragile in that moment, yet so strong, having given herself to him completely.

“Are you alright, love?” he asked gently, his voice thick with concern. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch featherlight.

She nodded, a shy smile breaking through her daze. “I’m… more than alright,” she whispered, her voice soft but sure. “That was… I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

Thomas’s lips curved into a rare, genuine smile, one reserved only for her. “You were perfect,” he said, kissing her softly, lingering as if to seal the moment. He eased himself out of her carefully, mindful of her sensitivity, and she winced slightly, her body still adjusting to the newness of it all. He noticed immediately, his brow furrowing.

“Hold on, darlin’,” he said, his voice steady and reassuring. He shifted to lie beside her, pulling the soft blanket from the foot of the bed over their bodies to keep her warm. He drew her into his arms, her head resting against his chest, his heartbeat a steady rhythm under her cheek. “Just breathe with me, alright?”

Y/N nestled closer, her body relaxing into his warmth. His hand stroked her back in slow, comforting circles, his touch grounding her as the intensity of the moment settled. “Did I hurt you?” he asked quietly, his voice laced with worry. “I tried to be gentle.”

“You didn’t hurt me,” she assured him, tilting her head to meet his gaze. “It was… a little strange at first, but you made it feel right. You made me feel safe.”

His expression softened, a flicker of relief in his eyes. “Good,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I’d never forgive myself if I hurt you, Y/N. Not tonight, not ever.”

They lay there for a while, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the fire casting a soft glow over the room. Thomas was attentive, his hands never straying far, always touching her in some small way, smoothing her hair, tracing her arm, or simply holding her close. He reached for a glass of water on the bedside table, helping her sit up slightly to take a sip.

“Drink, love,” he said, his tone gentle but firm. “You need it.”

She obeyed, her hands still a little shaky as she took the glass from him. He watched her carefully, making sure she was comfortable, before taking the glass back and setting it aside. He pulled her back into his arms, tucking the blanket around her shoulders.

“Tell me what you need,” he said, his voice soft but earnest. “Anything at all.”

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling at his care. “Just this,” she whispered, resting her head against him again. “Just you.”

He chuckled softly, the sound warm and low. “You’ve got me, Mrs. Shelby,” he said, his voice tinged with pride. “Always.”

As she drifted toward sleep, Y/N felt his lips press against her forehead one last time. “My beautiful girl,” he whispered.

Since he was the main character in his series ‘Peaky Blinders’, he did have massive privilege in the production. He had never done it before since he had been such a dedicated person to work with, however, he felt like he should sacrifice his work just for you. He wanted to spend the time with you, maybe have some dinner together at a nice restaurant. Just the usual things the both of you would do. Every time he had some free time he would do some nice things for you, treat you like a princess.

He came home from work that day, he got permission to take the week off and he even got back early from set. He wanted to surprise you, he had a flower in his hands a box of your favorite soft cookies. It was all so perfect.

When he came home, he saw that the first floor was empty and there were no signs of you anywhere. He went upstairs since he reckoned you were in the bedroom, probably taking a nap or reading a book.

Cillian was so happy. He was a man who barely showed any emotions in public but with you, it was different. He had a wide smile on his face, ready to surprise you but when he opened the door, he didn’t see you on the bed.

Instead, he heard the shower running and so he hummed to himself, setting the gifts down as he sat on the bed to wait for you.

As he patiently waited, he noticed your phone was still on. You were the type of person to let the screen go on forever instead of turning it off every 3 minutes like him. He glanced absentmindedly as he saw you were reading some sort of story on your phone. His actions were harmless, he just wanted to see what you were reading.

His eyes skimmed through the words as his blood runs cold.

‘Tommy had me bent over his desk, ass red and swollen from all the beatings. My pussy was leaking down onto the expensive wood, desperate for his cock to ram inside me.

“Please, Mr. Shelby, I need your cock!” I plead like a good whore as he growled.

“You are nothing but a filthy cocksleeve”

Tommy? Shelby? His Tommy Shelby? The character that he played?

It seemed like all of the blood started circulating to his face as he flushed at the filthy thing he had just read. Y/N? His sweet Y/N was reading something like that?

Cillian couldn’t believe it because someone as young and pure as he would never be this dirty. Because of their age gap, he saw her as someone that he needed to protect, shield from the rest of the goddamned world. His fragile little princess that he wouldn’t dare to inflict even a slight force in fear that she might break and shatter into pieces.

The sound of the shower became silent and it interrupted his thoughts, he quickly placed her phone where it belonged as he stood up and smoothened the spot on the bed where he sat to make it seem like he just came in.

When you had walked out, it took you a moment to notice Cillian standing there with your gifts but when you did, you gave him a small scream as you ran towards him, your figure wearing nothing but a small towel.

“Cillian?! You’re back? You brought me gifts!” You exclaimed as her wet body embraced him in a hug. Cillian was somewhat still blank from what he was reading earlier.

‘If she had liked that kinda stuff so much he could push her on the bed and beat her ass right now’

His eyes widened at his own thoughts as he tried to push them away, “Yes princess, I thought maybe I haven’t been paying attention to you now have I? I’m all yours for the week, baby”

You pouted as you nodded at him, and then he realized how submissive-looking you were. You had always had a demeanor of what he would expect someone much younger than him to have, however, Cillian was starting to look at it in a new light.

It doesn't help the fact that he still has his Thomas Shelby haircut for the filming.

It also doesn’t help she was almost naked in front of him, he hadn’t fucked her in weeks. It’s almost fitting.

Maybe doing something about it wouldn’t hurt now would it?

Oh... But it’s definitely gonna hurt you...

Cillian watched closely as the girl before him admired his gifts for her in awe. His eyes became more and more lusted as he figured out a way to approach you.

“Love, can I ask you a question?”

You hummed at him innocently as she raised her brows at him, “Anything, Cill...”

“What have you been reading on your phone, hmm?” Her eyes widened slightly as her heart started to pound in her chest. Cillian was looking at her so intensely that it was slightly scary. She didn’t know if she should lie, or if she should tell him the truth. However, since he had asked... It was obvious he knew the truth.

“Cillian I can explain” You sputtered, panicking on the inside as Cillian started closing whatever gap that both of you had, he was looking down on you in a way he had never done before. You felt the chill run down your spine as you felt the back of your knees hitting the bed.

“Explain” He commanded.

“It’s just... You know I love you and you know I should be honest to you no matter what. But... I just... We haven’t been together in a long time lately and even when we do... It’s always the same...” You felt guilty saying this to him, it’s not like he was bad at sex. He was great. However, you were getting bored with the same soft and loving sex you two always had. “I just... I hope you can be a little rougher, that’s all. You’ve always been... So soft”

“Soft... Hm?” He tilted his head to the side as he stared at you almost mockingly, “Be careful of what you wish for, love”

You had felt your heart stop when Cillian’s smooth Irish accent suddenly turned into the dark Brummie accent you had always heard about on the TV. The one you had always touched yourself to when he wasn’t around.

Then out of nowhere, Cillian had roughly pushed you on the bed as you fell down and whimpered softly. He pulled off the towel on your body as you were left naked, “C-Cillian!”

“Who the fuck is Cillian, eh? Have you been fucking whoring yourself out to another man?” Cillian cursed at you as he quickly took his clothes off, “You’re my whore. You’re mine to fuck, you got it?”

Then you can physically feel your gears shifting in your brain, “T-Tommy?”

Your body shivered as you felt yourself getting wet, you were all naked and you were ready for him. You felt your legs spread instinctively as you heard him laugh, “You really are such a desperate fucking cunt, eh?”

‘Tommy’ had bent down as he gripped your face by the cheeks and roughly shook your head, “Who do you belong to? Who do you fucking belong to?”

“Y-You Cill-Tommy! I belong to you!” Tommy smirked, as his hands traveled down to your navel, teasing you as he drew figures on the skin, making you whine, “Open your fucking mouth you dirty whore”

You wasted no time opening your mouth for him, wide with your tongue out. Suddenly, he did the unexpected when he spat in your mouth, “Fucking swallow it, princess”

You swallowed his spit like a good girl as you held out your tongue to show to him, suddenly seeking his praise and validation however it never came. Tommy just hummed as he let go of your face harshly, almost slamming your head onto the plush bedding.

Characters aside, Cillian was never like this. Throughout the year of your relationship, he had always been gentle and kind, treating you like a soft feather and taking care of you. Maybe because it was because he was much older he had felt like he needed to treat you gently. You never realized Cillian had this side to him. He had always had this side, you just never awaken it.

“Spread your legs wider” He commanded, his voice dark as his character, you listened to him, eager to show him you were his good girl as he hummed looking down at the glistening flesh in between your legs. You were so wet it had dripped down and leaked onto the bedsheet. Without a warning, Tommy gives a hard slap to your cunt and you screamed out. You thought he was doing it once but it seems like it came over and over again, beating your swollen pussy and clit until it was throbbing and red. You cried out of pleasure and pain, as you begged him. You didn’t know what you were begging for but it was sure not for him to stop.

“You fucking like this don’t you? Fucking hell, look at you. You’re fucking wet, you like getting fucking beaten and bruised huh? What a fucking whore. You are nothing. You are only good for fucking, you are only here to fuck. Remember that, you fucking cunt”

Tears were flowing down and you were desperate you were so desperate for his cock. After each word, Tommy spat on your body, leaving you all wet and filthy combined with your own sweat and arousal.

“P-Please! P-Please, fuck me, Tommy! Please I need your cock. Please I want your cum. I need it inside me!” You pleaded like a whore as he slapped your face. You moaned out as his hand traveled down your neck and choked it just enough to make you feel the air around you restricting. “Tommy, I can’t, I need your cock”

He scoffed, pulling down his pants as whipped out his cock. It was so hard to the point where it became purplish-red, the veins covering the base as the head leaked with pre-cum.

“You want my cock?” He lined up his tip on your vagina, “You fucking get it you cocksleeve”

Without giving you a warning and time to adjust, Tommy slammed his cock inside your cunt and he wasted no time ramming into you roughly. Not like you needed time to adjust since you were sopping wet. All you can do is choke out his name and moans as he grunts with each slam.

His pace was rough and deep and for someone like hin with his age, he had the stamina to go on and on fucking you so rough till you can feel him ramming in your stomach.

No words could even cum out of your mouth as your eyes rolled back as he fucks you braindead.

Spit drooling at the side of your mouth as you babble like a cock hungry whore underneath him.

“I’m gonna fucking cum and you’re gonna take it. You’re gonna fucking carry my babies, and even then it is not gonna stop me from fucking you stupid”

You could feel him twitching as his thrusts were getting sloppier and sloppier, you could also feel your orgasm coiling in your tummy as you cried out once you let it all go, the liquid splashing all over the both of you as you squirt on his dick.

You were heavily overstimulated and you screamed as Tommy fucked the cum out of him.

The warm seed spilled inside your walls as he grunted in pleasure, leaning down as he bit your neck and drew blood to the surface.

Tommy looked at you all fucked out, eyes still rolling at the back of your head as you continue to babble nonsense to nothing.

He breathes heavily as he lays down beside you, carefully moving your body to cuddle up to him.

The house, with its vast rooms and endless hallways, feels both protective and suffocating. The heavy silence is broken only by the distant ticking of an antique clock, a stark reminder of time slipping away. Thomas’s polished shoes echo on the marble floors as he moves through the dimly lit spaces, his keen eyes scanning every shadow and crevice. The opulent decor, a testament to his success, now seems to mock him with its cold grandeur. He enters the library, where shelves upon shelves of leather-bound books line the walls, their spines gleaming in the faint light. The room smells of old paper and cigarette a sanctuary for his restless mind on many nights. But tonight, it offers no solace. He moves on, his pace quickening, his heartbeat mirroring his urgency.

As he strides through the dining hall, the long table stands like an island in the middle of the room, set for a feast that never seems to be eaten. The chandelier above it sparkles, casting prismatic reflections around the room, but Thomas’s eyes are unseeing. He is a man on a mission, driven by an anxiety he rarely allows himself to feel.

Finally, he reaches the living room, a vast space dominated by an enormous fireplace. The flames within flicker and dance, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. And there she is. His wife, his beacon in the storm of his life, sitting on the couch in an awkward yet somehow comfortable position. The sight of her instantly softens his stern expression, though worry still shadows his features. She’s nestled into the corner of the couch, her swollen belly making her position look ungainly to anyone else, but Thomas knows better. He sees the way her hand rests protectively over her stomach, the way her eyes are half-closed in a state of meditative calm. She’s wearing a loose, flowing nightgown that accentuates her maternal glow, the fabric cascading around her like a gentle waterfall.

“Love,” Thomas says softly, his voice a gravelly whisper that cuts through the silence. “Y’alright there?” His thick Birmingham accent adds a rough edge to the tender words, a contrast that defines him so well.

She looks up, her eyes meeting his with a tired but loving gaze. “Tommy,” she replies, a small smile curving her lips. “Just needed a moment. The baby’s been restless tonight.”

Thomas nods, understanding immediately. He crosses the room in a few strides, his presence a mix of power and protectiveness. He sits beside her, the couch dipping slightly under his weight. Gently, he places a hand over hers, feeling the life within her. It’s a moment of connection, grounding him in a way few things can.

“Been lookin’ for you,” he murmurs, his eyes scanning her face for any signs of discomfort. “Worried me, y’know.”

She chuckles softly, the sound like music to his ears. “I’m fine, Tommy. Just... needed to be alone for a bit.”

Thomas’s eyes soften further, the hard lines of his face easing as he takes in her serene expression. “Y’should rest more, love. Don’t want you overexertin’ y’self.” His voice is firm yet gentle, the protective husband surfacing through the tough gangster exterior.

She nods, leaning her head back against the couch and closing her eyes. “I know. It’s just... there’s so much to do. So much to prepare for.”

Thomas sighs, his hand moving to gently caress her cheek. “Leave it to me. I’ll handle everythin’. You just focus on our little one, yeah?”

He could see the strain in her eyes, the toll the pregnancy was taking on her. His heart ached for her, wishing he could take away her discomfort. "I wish I could do more," he said softly, his voice tinged with regret.

She smiled again, squeezing his hand. "You're here, Tommy. That's enough."

But it wasn't enough for him. He wanted to do more, to alleviate her pain in any way he could. His mind raced, trying to think of something, anything, that might help. Then she spoke again, her voice hesitant.

“Tommy, Ada said if it gets too heavy, you can lift my belly a bit with your hands. It might help.”

Tommy's brow furrowed as he processed her words. It was a simple gesture, yet one that could provide her with some relief. He looked into her eyes, seeing the vulnerability there, and he knew he had to try. "Alright, love," he said, his voice firm with determination. "Let's give it a go."

He moved closer, positioning himself in front of her. His hands, rough and calloused from years of hard work, gently interlaced under her belly. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her dress, the gentle rise and fall of her breath. Slowly, he lifted, supporting the weight of their child. She let out a sigh of relief, her body relaxing into his touch.

"Better?" he asked, his voice soft.

She nodded, her eyes closing once more. "So much better. Thank you, Tommy."

He held her there, his strong arms supporting her, providing the comfort she so desperately needed. In that moment, all the worries and burdens of their world faded away, leaving only the two of them. For the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to simply be present, to cherish the moment.

"You're incredible, you know that?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Strongest woman I know."

She smiled, a soft blush creeping into her cheeks. "I have to be, married to you."

He chuckled, the sound low and rough. "Yeah, I suppose you do." His gaze softened as he looked at her, his eyes reflecting the depth of his feelings. "But I wouldn't change a thing. Not a bloody thing."

They stayed like that for a while, the silence between them comfortable and reassuring. Tommy's thoughts drifted to their future, to the life they were building together. It was a life filled with uncertainty and danger, but it was theirs. And as long as they had each other, he knew they could face anything. Eventually, he shifted, carefully lowering his hands and easing her back into a more comfortable position. He smiles, before cupping her face; his hands calloused from years of work, are surprisingly gentle as they cup her cheeks. He brushes a few stray strands of hair away from her face, tucking them behind her ear with a care that belies his hardened exterior. The feel of her skin under his fingertips is a reminder of all that he has fought for, and all that he stands to lose.

“Love,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, thick with his Birmingham accent. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” The words are simple, but they carry a weight of sincerity that is unmistakable.

She looks up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and fatigue. Pregnancy has been both a blessing and a challenge, but in this moment, with Thomas so close, she feels a sense of peace. He leans in, closing the small distance between them, and presses his lips to hers. The kiss is intense, filled with a passion that speaks volumes of his devotion. It’s not just a kiss; it’s a promise, a silent vow that he will always be there for her.

His hands move from her face to her shoulders, sliding down her arms and resting on her swollen belly. He can feel the life growing inside her, their child, the future of the Shelby legacy. The thought fills him with a fierce protectiveness, a determination to shield them both from the dangers of his world. He pulls back slightly, resting his forehead against hers, his breath mingling with hers in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

“You’ve got to know,” he whispers, his voice husky with emotion, “I’d do anything for you. Anythin’ to keep you safe.” His words are punctuated by the gentle movement of his hands, caressing her belly as if to reassure both her and their child of his unwavering commitment.

Thomas stirred from sleep, his body instantly alert despite the lingering remnants of exhaustion. The warmth of the morning sun filtered through the heavy drapes, casting faint, golden lines across the bed where he lay. His hand reached instinctively to the other side, expecting to feel the familiar form of his wife beside him. The cool, empty sheets met his touch instead, sending a wave of unease through him. He sat up abruptly, the fine sheen of cold sweat on his forehead catching the light. He ran a hand through his dark hair, pushing it back from his face as his sharp blue eyes scanned the room.

The clock on the mantel ticked softly, marking the time as just past nine in the morning. Thomas swung his legs over the edge of the bed, the chill of the wooden floor against his bare feet grounding him. He rose to his full height, stretching out the tension in his muscles. He was dressed only in his boxers, the morning air cool against his skin. The bedroom was silent, save for the sounds that nature produced in the waking hours of the morning.

His mind raced through possibilities as he left the bedroom, each step measured and deliberate. The house was vast, and his wife could be anywhere, but his instinct told him to check the usual places first. The corridor outside their bedroom was dimly lit, the heavy curtains drawn against the morning light. Thomas moved with purpose, his eyes darting to each doorway as he passed. He checked the nursery, but it was empty save for the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through the window. The sitting room was similarly deserted, the furniture untouched and the air still.

Thomas’s worry deepened with each empty room. He descended the grand staircase, his hand trailing along the polished banister. The ground floor was no different – the study, the drawing room, all empty. He paused at the doorway to the dining room, listening intently. The faintest clink of cutlery reached his ears, a sound so subtle it could easily have been missed. Relief washed over him, but he kept his composure as he moved toward the kitchen, the source of the noise.

The kitchen was a contrast to the rest of the house – warm, filled with the rich aroma of freshly baked bread and other culinary delights. The sight that greeted Thomas made him pause in the doorway. His wife was at the counter, her back to him, completely absorbed in her task. She was preparing her favorite pregnancy craving, a look of contentment on her face as she worked. Her hair was loosely tied back, and she had her loose, flowing nightgown, made of soft, breathable fabric, was adorned with delicate lace and ribbon trims. He had it made especially for her.

A soft chuckle escaped Thomas’s lips, the tension in his shoulders easing. "Hungry, eh? For whatever you're eatin' at what... nine in the mornin'..." His voice was low, the thick Birmingham accent adding a familiar roughness to his words.

She turns to him, a small smile playing on her lips. Her eyes are bright, despite the early hour, and there's a certain glow about her that he finds both endearing and reassuring. "Well... I originally woke up because I had to throw up... but then it wore off and I just sat there for a bit before I actually did throw up..." she explains, her voice trailing off as she takes another bite.

He crosses the room to her, his worry giving way to a tender affection. He reaches out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch gentle and careful. "You alright now?" he asks, his voice softening. "You and the little one?"

She nods, placing the bowl on the counter. "Yes, we're fine. Just one of those mornings."

Thomas wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her close. He can feel the slight swell of her belly against his skin, a constant reminder of the new life growing inside her. "You should've woken me," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She laughs softly, resting her head against his chest. "You need your rest too, Tommy. Besides, it’s nothing I can’t handle."

He holds her for a moment longer, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. The kitchen, with its warm morning light and the comforting presence of his wife, feels like a sanctuary. A stark contrast to the chaos and violence that often defines his life outside these walls. He pulls back slightly, looking down at her with a mixture of love and concern. "If you need anythin', you come get me. Don’t try to be too strong on your own."

She nods, understanding the depth of his worry. "I will, I promise."

They both stood there looking at each other.

"Any plans for today?" he asks, breaking the comfortable silence.

She looks up at him, a thoughtful expression on her face. "I was thinking of organizing the nursery a bit more. And maybe take a walk in the garden if the weather holds."

He nods, appreciating her simple plans. "Sounds good. I’ve got a meeting later, but I’ll be back by lunch. We can go for that walk together."

She smiles, the idea pleasing her. "I’d like that."

Author’s Notes:

You were partners. Partners. And he was married. Married. There were so many fucking ethical reasons why you shouldn’t but damn it all, you did. 

“I need your wire,” Agent Lenny Miller said over his shoulder as he sorted the equipment back into their cases. Your heart was still racing from the conclusion of your mission, your body was thrumming with adrenaline. You turned to face the hotel mirror and unzipped the back of your dress. When he was done with his brief task, Miller turned and after a moment of hesitation, approached you slowly. He clenched his jaw as he brushed the zipper away so that he could reach the mic-pack secured to the band of your bra. His pale fingers lingered an extra moment longer on the bare skin above and below the clasp as he pulled the pack off. He blinked his heavy eyelashes slowly, wetting his lips as he followed the wire up your back to your ear. His finger trailed over your skin, pretending to hold to the wire as his eyes glanced up to meet yours in the mirror. You removed the mic from your ear and turned back slowly to hand it to him. Miller looked down at you, still holding the pack, his heart racing too but his eyes deadly calm, keeping a level head just like a good agent would. Staring for a moment at the mic-pack, Miller finally exhaled slowly and nodded, taking the mic pack and wire. He switched the device off and looked back down at you again, face-to-face. 

You were a young agent, fresh out of training with an expertise in languages. Agent Lenny Miller was a senior agent, a typical dark, brooding type with attitude issues and a soft-spot for intelligent women. He was always arrogant, but it was because he was always right. God, it was so fucking infuriating. When he wasn’t smiling (which was most of the time), you could barely make out the beginnings of crows’ feet at each outside corner of his eyes. He was in his mid-forties, married with a son. He wasn’t technically your boss but that didn’t make it any more ethical. These were just the things you told yourself as he continued to look down at you with his pale blue eyes. 

He was standing with his feet shoulder-length apart and his jaw still painfully clenched. You reached around to the back of your dress and unzipped it all the way, your chest rising and falling quickly. Miller inhaled deeply as he saw what you were doing. Your black dress slowly slipped down your body to pool at your feet. He let himself look down at your body, covered only by your underwear. He stepped closer, just half a step, his lips falling open as he looked down at your lips. You rose onto the balls of your feet, offering your mouth but he inhaled sharply again and ran his hand over his mouth. 

Miller stepped back and turned. He walked to an armchair in the hotel room and sat down on the edge of the seat, his hands steepled. 

“Len-” you started but he held up a hand to stop you. 

“Shhh, don’t ruin it, don’t ruin it” he whispered gently and looked you over again from the chair across the room. You stood silently in your underwear for a moment until you felt brave enough to move your arms to undo your hair. Your hair fell around your shoulders and you ran your fingers through it, picking out the knots quickly. Once that was done, you looked back at the man and asked him point-blank. 

“Is it your wife?”

“Don’t ask me about her, Y/N.” He responded calmly, his hand still resting against his lips as he stared at you. You raise your chin slightly and inch closer until you're right in front of him. He looks up at you in appreciative silence, like he’s at an art gallery or the symphony. He lets you step between his knees and run your hands down the back of his head starting from the crown. His eyes close slowly and he sighs as your hands stroke his dark hair. 

“If only you knew…” you whispered as your other hand slid down his cheek. Agent Miller’s eyes opened and he smiled softly, leaning into your hand. 

“Know what?”

“How much I want you,” you answered breathlessly, your heart fluttering beyond beating. Miller chuckled in discomfort and inner turmoil. He shook his head and leaned back in the chair, out of reach of your hand. 

“You know as well as I do that we can’t do this, Y/L/N.” 

“Don’t talk like that.” You responded cooly, taking a step back as he watched you, his eyes helplessly trailing over your body. Miller leaned his chin against his closed hand, wetting his lips again as you put more distance between you. You could make out the half-hard bulge in his trousers that he tried to ignore. You two stared at each other for a minute on end, neither speaking as your eyes spoke to your individual desires. Finally, Miller sighed and reached out his hand, palm up and beckoning. 

“C’mere.”

His voice was gentle but sure, as if there were absolutely no hesitation behind his request. You waited another moment before finally stepping back between his legs. His arms opened, inviting you to sit on his lap. You sat on his upper thigh, within the cage of his arms. Miller used his other hand to pull your legs across his lap, so that you were sitting completely across his legs like a child. His open hand rubbed up and down your thigh furthest away from his chest, slipping all the way down to your calf. You looked down at him and exhaled shakily. 

“I-” he started but you pressed a finger against his lips, shushing him gently but firmly. 

“Don’t ruin it.” 

He smirked softly behind your finger and looked at your lips as you moved your head close to his. You dropped your finger and held the curve of his jaw instead, brushing your lips against his. The short stubble on his jaw tickled your fingers as you pushed them down his throat. His hand moved to hook around your waist and his lips fell open, responding to your tease. You exhaled shakily again, this time against his lips before finally kissing him. The kiss was so soft that your lips barely touched, barely moved. He looked up into your face, exhaling tightly before pulling you closer once again. You kissed again and just as softly as before. When you pulled away, you stared at each other in tense silence, the world around you was shrill like a static that separated you two from the rest of the world. 

“Do you want to stop?” You whispered, looking between his blue eyes and his button nose. He briefly pressed a finger against your lips, dismissing your question, before kissing you again. His kiss was harder, stronger, as if he’d finally made up his mind without saying so: he was going to fuck you because damn it, he wanted you so badly. His teeth caught your bottom lip and you moaned against him as your fingers found the buttons of his collared shirt. The process was slow but expertly coordinated as if you already knew each other’s bodies as well as your own. You unbuttoned his shirt, slowly revealing his undershirt once each button slipped out of its eyelet hold. He wore the same undershirts that your dad used to wear beneath his dress shirts, the ones he wore to work, the similarity brought a strange sense of comfort as your hands felt the fabric beneath your hands. 

Miller pulled you to straddle his lap so that you were completely facing him on your knees. You rested your butt on his legs, waiting patiently until his shirt and undershirt were completely removed. He held his arms over his head so that you could pull the shirt away from his bare skin. Agent Lenny Miller was by no means a largely muscular man, he’d left his field days behind him, but he was still fit, still lean and handsome. His arms were still muscular and you could feel the tension of his muscles every time he moved them around you. You sat back, ending your kiss for a moment so that you could look down at his bare chest. His pectoral muscles were tight and defined, his stomach shallow and taught. There was a dusting of freckles across his pale chest and a thin line of dark hair beneath his bellybutton. You pressed your hand against his lower stomach and felt the muscle meet your hand as it tensed. He laid his hands on the chair’s armrests and watched you with a calm expression on his face. 

You slipped off his lap and opened his legs so that you could kneel between them. He ran his hand over his lips as he watched you, his eyes glued to you. You placed your hands on his knees and rose for a moment longer so that you could run your tongue across his collarbones. You dragged your tongue up his sternum, up to his throat, and ended at his jaw with a gentle nip. He shook once beneath you and groaned softly, so quietly that you barely heard it. When you returned to the place between his knees, his lips fell open in a helpless way, as if he were stuck in a trance. When his pants were undone, you ran your hand over his now-very-hard-cock and looked up into his eyes. 

“Go on then,” he whispered, smirking softly as if he were joking. You smiled and pulled down his boxers just enough to find his erection. When it sprang free, he groaned audibly and leaned his head back for a moment. You rolled your tongue around the head slowly, relishing the taste of his precum, showing you just how much he wanted you too. Your hand gripped his shaft and squeezed gently, making him jerk his hips. He cursed beneath his breath as you moved your mouth farther onto his cock. You sucked softly, just wanting to prep him, not to make him cum. His hands tightened on the armrests, his nails digging into the red leather upholstery. You took his cock as far as you could without gagging and rolled your tongue before bobbing up and down. 

“Ah fuck, girl. Slow, slow” he praised gently and closed his eyes as you sucked. When you could hear the distinct sounds of masculine whimpers, you stopped and looked back up at him. Miller exhaled tightly and ran his hand over your hair, fixing how it fell at the side of your face. His hand dropped to your shoulder and played with the soft skin there before pulling one of your bra straps off of your shoulder. You waited as he did the same to the other strap. He sighed as you stood slowly and stepped backwards towards the hotel bed, never used. Miller removed the last of his clothes and followed you slowly, his hand reaching out for your body. You let him pull you closer and kissed him as he felt for the clasp of your bra. He undid it easily and pulled it off of your arms so that he could feel your breasts. He nearly growled as he squeezed your breasts, feeling the hard nipple between his fingers. Miller picked you up easily and laid you back on the bed. He took your knees and pulled them apart so that he could stand between them. Still kissing you, he fit his hands beneath the bands of your thongs on your hips. His hands rubbed back and forth on your love-handles, in no rush to take off your underwear. 

“Turn over, agent Y/L/N,” he muttered against your lips. 

You nodded slowly, your lips starting to feel swollen and hot. You flipped over onto your stomach and felt his hands cup your butt before pulling down your underwear. He pulled them down your knees, over your calves, and off your ankles. 

“Look at you. Good girl…” he whispered and tossed the underwear to the side. You pushed your butt up, signaling your need for him. Miller chuckled briefly in understanding and spread your knees again with his hands. With one of his hands, he feels over your wet cunt and leans over you to nip your shoulder. 

When you moan he nods, “I know, I know. Me too.” 

His long, rough fingers teased you cruelly as you bit your lip to keep from whining. 

“Miller…” you whispered after a while of waiting and teasing. The senior agent smiled and leaned closer to your ear. 

“Patience, girl. It’s an agent’s best virtue.” 

You rolled your eyes and started to respond snippily before you felt him press against you, groaning. He pumped into you, hitting your ass with each quick gentle stroke. His hand that wasn’t being used to support his body went to your chin and pulled your head to lie flat on the side. 

“How does it feel?” He asked. 

“Hhha,” you tried to speak in a small breathless voice. He moved his hand back to your hip so that he could thrust deeper. 

“Mmm fuck, you’re tight,” he panted and moved faster, harder. You cried out in pleasure and arched your back as much as you can beneath his body. “Tell me when you’re close.” 

He groaned in pleasure as he found a good rhythm, your cunt gripping his cock better than his wife ever could. You moaned loudly, nearing yelling as he held you down and subjected you to the brutal honestly of his fucking. 

He leaned down over you to rub his lips against your smooth upper back. He kissed your shoulder blade and slowed his thrusts, savoring the intimacy of your bodies. He moved his hips forward in a slow and flexed manner, straddling the line between climax and continuity. 

“Good girl. Good. fucking. girl.” He muttered, his lips still barely touching your back. 

“Shit I’m close,” you whined, your thighs shaking out of your control. As soon as the words left your mouth, Miller pulled out and picked you up by your hips. Nearly cradling you in his arms, he swapped places with you and placed you on top of his freckled upper chest. 

“Sit,” he instructed calmly, “I’ll finish you off,” he gripped your thighs, waiting for you to move onto his face. You were panting and red in the face and it took a moment for you to realize what he was asking. With another reassuring nod from him, you shifted your body up and slowly lowered yourself down onto his face. You were skeptical and awkward until you felt his tongue glide over the lips of your sex. His nose rubbed against your clit as he sucked and lapped at your cunt. Your mouth fell open and your thighs immediately reacted by quivering. You placed your hands over his, still on your thighs, and cried out. 

“That’s it,” his voice was muffled but still clear as he felt your orgasm building again, “I won’t stop you this time.” 

Your body tried to jerk away from his mouth as your climax came on fast and strong but Miller kept you close to his lips. His arms didn’t let you leave even as you writhed from pleasure. You panted loudly, whining, until you finally orgasmed. Miller felt you orgasm against his mouth and waited until you had ridden it out before letting you pull away. You moved back enough for him to sit up. You were both panting and high on pleasure which made it impossible to speak. Miller looked you up and down, his way of asking if you were ok. You nodded softly and he nodded in return. 

“You didn’t finish,” you observed breathlessly, straddling his lap as he leaned against the headboard.

“No?” He raised a brow, pretending to be ignorant. 

“No, you didn’t.” 

“You’re observant, good for you agent Y/L/N,” he responded evenly, raising both of his brows so that his forehead creased into that judgmental look he did so well. 

“Fuck you.” 

“Already did. Try again,” he tilted his head to the side slightly and nearly smirked. His biceps curled as he ran his hands up and down your arms. When you cocked your eyebrow back, calling him out on his bullshit, he sighed and resigned. 

“That was for you, not for me,” he explained calmly, his eyes meeting yours. 

“Making me finish, you mean?” You asked slowly, your brows furrowed more. 

“Yes,” he nodded slowly and pursed his lips, “that was for you. I wanted to make you come.” 

“And now what?” 

“What do you mean?” Miller asked, confused. 

“What do we do now?”

“We put on our clothes and go back to doing our jobs,” he answered with a half-hearted shrug. You scowled and shook your head. 

“No.”

“No?” He repeated. 

“You want this too, as much as you try to deny it and shame me for it. I’m not just a pity-fuck. Look me in the fucking eyes and say that you didn’t want me,” your voice dropped and you grabbed his shoulders, your fingers digging into his muscles. He held your gaze calmly but his heart beat faster. His jaw clenched and unclenched as he considered his response. Deciding against words, Miller grabbed the back of your neck and forced you into a hard kiss. You were caught by surprise and moaned tightly as he pulled you close and found your tongue to suck on, delirious with passion. His hands wrapped around you and flipped you over where you were then lying on your back beneath him. 

“Fine, how’s this? I’ll look you in the eyes while I fuck you,” he growled and helped himself inside you. Like this, you could see his bright blue eyes as he held himself up over your body. He was already grunting and panting as he started to move back and forth. Both of your mouths fell open and you cried out in more pain than pleasure at this overstimulation. One of his hands wrapped around your throat, his thumb playing with the ridges of flexed muscles as you panted beneath him. His eyes only left you once when he dropped his head to your breasts to take one of your nipples between his teeth. He didn’t press hard, just enough to make you whimper. He flicked his large tongue over your breast, teasing the nipple with quick aggressive flicks. Your back arched and he growled in pleasure against your chest as he allowed himself to feel his orgasm. He returned his head to its original position so that he could watch your facial expression as he came. His mouth was open, his lips wet and pink. His cheeks hollowed everytime he panted, hitting your hips hard with his at the same time. He said nothing as he came, just slowed his thrusts, focusing instead on going as deeply as he could. His eyes closed and he shuttered, cumming inside you. 

When it was over, Miller remained fixed above you, his grip loosened around your neck. He traced his finger up and down your throat in a strange show of affection. 

“Alright?” Miller asked in a deep, heavy voice. You nodded and ran your hand over his chest. 

“You?”

“Alright.” He nodded once. You stared into each others’ eyes, panting and exchanging hot breath. 

“Alright,” you whispered. 

Another moment of silence passed. 

“Alright,” he repeated, staring now at your lips. Slowly, Miller inched closer. Slowly, your lips touched once more. 

After that night, it was all she could think about. Those big palms coming down to strike the skin of her ass. That manly scent swallowing her right up. How she could feel his erection at her tummy. It just kept on coming back to her, and she wanted more.

She was trying to touch herself, but failed miserably, she just couldn’t find the spots that he did. Even if she managed to find them, her own touch was not as good as his.

Speaking of her stepfather, he basically acted like nothing happened, not in a way she wanted him to anyway. His touch lingered more than before and his words got sweeter, but she wanted more. She wanted him to take control again, and show her how to feel good. She thought about him for the next two weeks, especially when she had to sit down and hiss because of her bruised skin.

He tried his best not to smirk everytime she sat down in front of him, it filled him with pride, and arousal. His behaviour was nearly the same as before, Cillian wanted her to come to him, desperate and needy. He heard her before, trying to work her clumsy little fingers on herself and it always ended with a loud frustrated groan.

It wasn’t a surprise for him when one night, she finally gave into her desires.

She even woke up horny, she felt warmth in her lower tummy and she felt the slickness between her thighs. She was frustrated all day, that aching feeling never going away. When nightime finally came around, she tried to use her finger again.

She made her bed nicely, stripped down to her underwear and stuck a finger into her panties. Her own warmth and wetness could be felt, and she felt that little electricity running through her body when her fingertip made contact with her clit. She felt it was too hard to keep up a speed that could make her orgasm, she just grew frustrated, so she grabbed her laptop. She tried looking up ways to make herself feel good. She didn’t have any toys, but she quickly realized that the thought of having a vibrator on her clit turned her on. She wouldn’t even have to move, just hold it to herself and it would give her orgasm after orgasm. The site also said that stimulating herself with something could also help. So, she moved her body to straddle her pillow, and she got to work. It felt like… nothing at all. She even got a cramp in her leg. By the time she laid in her bed normally again, she was crying tears of desperation. There was one solution left. She quickly threw a silky robe on and made her way to the living room.

There was some soft jazz playing from the tv, and Cillian sat in his favourite armchair, reading a book. He grinned when he heard the stomping down the stairs, someone must be feeling frustrated. He was listening to her angry little huffing for nearly an hour. He was prepared to drop a snarky comment, but that quickly went away when he saw his upset stepdaughter. Her lips were pouty and her eyes full of unshed tears, he instantly put his book on the bedside table and invited her into his arms.

She sniffled into his shoulder, his arms immediately wrapped her smaller body up and close to his. His big hands were caressing her hair and he whispered. “Shhh… What happened, little bunny?”

“I-I wanted to do that thing… What you did to me. I wanted to feel it again, but I couldn’t.” She hid her face into his neck from embarrassment, but Cill was having none of it.

“You mean an orgasm?” She just nodded, his hand gently guided her face out of his neck so they could be eye to eye. “If you wanted more orgasms, you could have come to me.”

His heart melted at the sight of her wide eyes, the lust was evident in them. “I’m sorry, daddy… I was too shy to ask.”

“Well, do you want daddy to make you feel good again?” He chuckled when she nodded eagerly, so he stood up with her still in his arms and he brought her to his bedroom.

He put her back down on the floor and slowly untied her robe, letting it fall to the floor and revealing her beautiful and young body. He just circled around her, as if he was a predator, moments away from eating up his prey, his pretty little prey.

He finally stood before her, he softly cradled her cheeks and put his lips close to hers, but they didn’t actually touch. She didn’t waste a moment and she connected their lips. Both of them let out a sigh of relief, their kiss was soft, in the beginning. His hands went from caressing her neck, to slowly squeezing it from time to time. He slowly pulled away and chuckled when she tried to chase his lips back to her own. “My sweet darling, lay down on the bed and take your bra off.”

She did as she was told and she heard his grunt when her full breasts were on display for him. He crawled on her and started sponging kisses to her jaw and neck. “You don’t have to touch your little pussy first when you want to make yourself feel good.” He nosed at a spot on her neck, before biting it and sucking it. “There are sensitive spots all over you, which of those you cannot reach and that is why you come to me.”

His went lower, her breath hitched in her throat when she felt his full lips kiss closer to her breast. She felt vulnerable, but in a good way, she wanted him to see and feel how desperate she was. His voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “But, you can play with these lovely tits, caress them,“ He stroked the skin of her boob with his fingers. “push them together,” He used his palms to push them up together, his touch made her whine. “and you can pinch them. And the pain will make you wetter, more ready for me to love on you, bunny.” She now full on moaned when he pinched her sensitive nipples, and she really did feel her own cunt throb. He felt his mouth salivate at the innocent girl under him, he needed more, so he leaned down and started suckling on her nipples. Her hands shot up to his hair and her whines never stopped.

After a few minutes of teasing her and biting, sucking, kissing on her nipples, he finally moved lower. He spread her legs apart and took a good few moments to look at her pussy. The scent of her was filling up the room, he leaned in and buried his nose between her folds, taking a big sniff. “Oh, my darling… You are so beautiful… Such a gorgeous cunt, just waiting for me to touch. We have to treat her nicely.” His head dove down and he licked a fat stripe up her slip. Her legs around his head twitched and she let out a breathy moan, clearly not expecting his sudden move. However, she loved it!

“DADDY! Oh—- That feels so good…” she just kept on whimpering from his tongue.

He took his index finger and poked her throbbing clit with it. “Feel this? This is the spot you have to focus on the most.” She nodded but threw her head back when his fingers sped up. “It’s better when you’re wet, let me just…” his finger reached down to her entrance and painted her clit with some of her slick. The room filled up with the filthy sounds of her wet pussy. “Mmm… I can’t believe how perfect you are, and you taste so so sweet. So sweet for your daddy, bunny.” His head went back down and he continued his assault with his tongue and sinful lips.

He switched places, so now his finger was caressing her from the inside while his lips sucked her little pearl into his mouth. He brought her to the edge and stopped just before she could cum all over his face. She whined loudly and he just laughed, his clean hand reached up to squish her cheeks and make sure she really was listening. “Be patient, I will make you come all over my mouth. But, you have to promise me something.” She just nodded eagerly with a quiet “yes, daddy.”

“If we are doing this, you are going to be mine.” She turned her head to the side, not sure what he meant, wasn’t she already his? “I will teach you all you need to know. How to touch yourself, how to touch me, everything you want. I will help you prepare, so daddy can finally fuck your sweet virgin cunt. We will have so much fun together, daddy will spoil you with everything you could ever want.” Her eyes had a certain sparkle to them, she was completely in subspace, how perfect.

“Please, daddy, I want that, I really really do… Please, let me be good for you.” Her tone was showing that she was being genuine.

“Then no silly boys, no one else. This pussy is only for daddy. For him to smell, lick, touch and fuck, no one else.”

“NO ONE ELSE, DADDY! I don’t want any boys, only you. Please, please, please!” Her hands grabbed his hair, trying to bury his face into her cunt.

“Good girl.” He said proudly and went right back to work. His movements sped up and she was arching her back, moaning for him.

After a minute, she finally tipped over the edge and Cillian felt her fluid in his mouth, which caused him to moan too. What a lovely girl, squirting on his tongue. He tried to drag it out for a bit, but when it got too much she pushed his head away, panting filled up the room.

He crawled back up and let her nuzzle herself into his sweater, his strong arms swallowed up her slender form completely. “You were so good, you and I are going to be so happy together.” She nodded into his neck, she really loved when he embraced her like this, his neck was her favourite hiding spot. His skin was soft and full of freckles, and that is where his manly scent was so strong. “Now, how about… You find us a movie to watch, and I’ll order us food?” He stroked her hair, she got out of his neck to smile and nod at him excitedly. She kissed his lips and left kisses all around his face, showing how grateful she was for him and his care.

And that is all he wanted in the world, to see his bunny happy.

“I’m going as an exhausted almost fifty-year old in need of a bath and learning his lines.”

She straightened, holding the phone again and retreating across the room as the machine whirred noisily in the background.

“Hmmmm… this doesn’t sound like much of a stretch. Call yourself a professional actor. But then, you never put in as much effort as the rest of us.”

He could hear the grin in her voice and forced himself not to rise. “Yeah well, I wouldn’t want to upstage the rest of the family.” He paused, waving to the PA who was trying to get him back on set. “Unlike some of us.”

“You’re never going to get over that, are you? It was funny. The kids loved it!”

“Yeah and so did the fucking paps - what was the headline again? Oh yes, ‘Cillian Murphy’s new wife dresses up as Evil Step-Mother to take his kids trick or treating’.”

“Oh my god Cillian, it was fucking years ago and I’m not apologising again for having a sense of humour. Besides, people thought it was cute - because it was.”

“They took pictures of the boys,” he grumbled but it was a half-hearted effort because, annoyingly and as was so often the case, she was right.

“Oh for goodness sake, they were wearing sheets! Even I couldn’t be sure I had the right children at any given moment.”

“Well that’s reassuring,” he replied dryly. “Fuck, I have to go. What’s the plan for tonight?”

She sighed, slumping a little against the island, picking at a scuff on the countertop that one of the kids had made after insisting they didn’t need a chopping board.

“Well I’ve got a massive pile of fun-size chocolate for trick or treaters - and they better be quick because they’re looking at me and they might not last the day.” He laughed in her ear. “Then me and the hound are having a quiet night in. Finn’s going to Dara’s and I’m not going to think about what Eoin’s up to.”

They shared a quiet shudder across the sea at the idea of what studenty mayhem their eldest might be indulging in.

“It’s not quite the same these days, is it?”

“No.. but they were always going to grow up,” she said quietly. “Anyway, you’d better go before someone shouts at you.”

“I’ll call you when I’m done later.”

“From the bath?” she giggled darkly and he cleared his throat.

“Stop that. I’m working.”

“So go and work then.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too, baby. Happy Halloween.”

I just loved the idea of Mrs M dressing up as the Evil Step-Mother when the kids were small but I didn’t have the energy to write a big long one about it, so I hope you enjoyed this snippet. Happy Halloween my loves! 👻 xx

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