Thomas Shelby x Pregnant Wife Reader

Summary: Thomas cares for his wife.

Wordcount: 2.3k

Warnings:

soft Thomas!, kissing, soft talk, lovely husband things.

Thomas prowls the grand corridors of Arrow House with a mixture of determination and unease. The mansion is a labyrinth of opulence, each corner dripping with the wealth he’s fought tooth and nail to secure. Yet, tonight, none of that matters. His mind is solely focused on one thing—finding his pregnant wife.

Cillian Murphy in the see through shirt for Oppenheimer.

People died.

Pairing: Cillian x Reader

Warnings: Smut

Sumary: A casual night with friends takes an unexpected turn when Y/N finds herself alone with Cillian Murphy.

When his calves brushed the edge of the bed, he gently laid you down, the soft fabric of your underwear the only thing left between your body and his gaze. He paused for a moment, his eyes devouring the sight of you, splayed out beneath him, vulnerable yet powerful in your own sensuality. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe and desire.

His hands went to the waistband of his trousers, tugging them down, leaving only his boxers. The clear outline of his cock strained beneath the fabric, and your pulse quickened at the sight. Before he could make another move, you sat up, arms wrapping around him as you pulled him down into a fierce, hungry kiss. His fingers threaded through your hair, trailing down your back at an agonizingly slow pace that made you whimper with need.

His hands reached for the clasp of your bra, and with one fluid motion, it was undone, the delicate fabric slipping away from your skin. His lips never left yours, his kisses growing more possessive, his hand sliding to your neck in a gentle hold, his thumb caressing the sensitive skin there.

"God, I want you," you breathed against his lips, your voice a low, needy whisper as his other hand found your nipple, teasing and tugging it just right, making you arch into his touch. His groans rumbled through his chest, mixing with your soft moans as you melted further into him, the ache between your thighs growing unbearable.

Your fingers trailed down his toned torso, grazing the waistband of his boxers before you began to slide them down. You pulled the fabric down slowly, your eyes locked on his as you exposed him. The sight of his cock had you biting your lip, a low moan escaping as you admired his size, the thought of him inside you making your body thrum with anticipation.

You licked your lips, eyes dark with lust as you glanced back up at him, meeting his gaze. His hand gripped your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. He kissed you with a hunger that matched your own, his lips demanding, and you responded in kind, your hand wrapping around him. You began to pump him slowly, teasing him, and he groaned into your mouth, the sound sending a thrill through you.

"Cillian," you breathed against his lips, voice dripping with desire, teasing him as your hand slowly worked up and down his length. "Do you want your cock in my mouth?"

His eyes fluttered shut, his breath ragged as he fought to keep control, but your words shattered what little restraint he had left. "Fuck... yes," he whispered, his voice hoarse. His fingers traced your face, then down to your neck, tender and gentle, contrasting with the raw need building between you. He wasn’t used to this, to being at someone else’s mercy. Normally, he liked to be the one in control, taking charge, making a woman completely unravel beneath him. But you—God, you were undoing him without even trying.

“You do?” you asked with an innocent pout, your tone a stark contrast to the sinful grin curling on your lips. You kissed his jaw, then nibbled on his earlobe, enjoying how he groaned in response. His hips jerked forward in your hand, desperate for more friction, but you kept your pace slow, almost torturous, thumb circling the head of his cock, teasing the beads of precum dripping from him.

"Yeah," he breathed out, his hips betraying his need as they sought more of your touch. His fingers clenched at your shoulders, his grip tight but trembling with restraint.

“Do you want my mouth wrapped around you?” you whispered directly into his ear, the wicked smile on your lips barely contained as you let your words linger in the thick air between you.

The groan that left his mouth was low and needy, his control hanging by a thread. With a growl of frustration, he grabbed your shoulders, pushing you down to your knees, his impatience finally snapping. You giggled softly, reveling in how badly you’d worked him up, before looking up at him with those dark, lust-filled eyes.

Your lips parted, and you took him into your mouth slowly, savoring the way his cock twitched at your touch. His head fell back, a deep groan rumbling through his chest as he felt the warmth of your mouth envelop him. You started slow, your tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deeper, hollowing your cheeks as you set a steady rhythm.

Cillian’s hands found their way to your hair, tangling in the strands as he guided your head, his hips pushing forward slightly, testing how much you could take. “Fuck… just like that,” he groaned, his grip tightening as you took more of him, your gag reflex barely kicking in as you relaxed your throat.

His fingers tightened in your hair, pulling you closer as his hips began to thrust, the sensation of your mouth driving him wild. He started to take control, his cock sliding deeper into your throat as he thrust forward, slowly at first, testing your limits. But as your eyes fluttered closed and you moaned around him, the vibration pushing him closer to the edge, he couldn’t hold back.

“God, you look so good like this,” he growled, his voice thick with lust as he fucked your mouth with increasing intensity. Your eyes were tearing, your jaw aching, but you didn’t care. The sight of him, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth, turned you on so much it made the heat between your legs almost unbearable. The wetness in your knickers only added to the tension, and you started rubbing slow circles with your palm over the soaked fabric, trying to relieve the ache that was building inside you.

His hips snapped forward again, his thrusts growing more erratic as his cock slid deeper into your throat, filling your mouth with every stroke. His breathing grew heavier, ragged, punctuated by deep groans and words of praise that only spurred you on. Your hands gripped his thighs for stability as he took control, guiding you to take him exactly how he wanted. Each time he groaned your name, the more you needed him.

You could feel him getting closer with every thrust, his cock twitching inside your mouth, the tension building rapidly. “I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his voice strained, as he tightened his grip in your hair, his hips jerking with need. His pace became erratic, desperate. His cock pulsed against your tongue, and you knew he was right on the edge, so close to falling over.

Pulling back slightly, you pumped him slowly with your hand, licking your lips. “Come in my mouth,” you whispered, your voice a breathy plea. “Please.” The desperation in your voice was all it took to push him over. With a rough groan, he grabbed the back of your head, pulling you forward onto his cock as he thrust into your mouth a few more times, his body shuddering as he came.

His warm seed filled your mouth, thick and hot, and you struggled to swallow all of it, not wanting to waste a drop. You sucked him clean, milking him dry until he had nothing left to give, the taste of him still lingering on your tongue as you pulled back, releasing him with a soft pop.

You swallowed it all, licking your lips with a satisfied smile as you looked up at him. Cillian's grip on your hair loosened as his ragged breathing began to slow, but his eyes, dark and full of hunger, stayed locked on yours. He looked completely wrecked, his body trembling from the intensity of his release, yet you could tell he wasn’t done with you.

“Come here,” he commanded, his voice thick with lust, pulling you up by your arms. He grabbed your face, his kiss urgent yet tender, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he tasted himself on your lips. “You’re so perfect,” he whispered, his breath warm against your lips before kissing you again, deeper this time.

With a soft moan, you let him guide you back onto the bed, your body melting under his touch. His lips never left yours as you lay down, and soon, he began trailing soft kisses down your jaw, your neck, and then your chest, his mouth lingering on your sensitive nipples, drawing a whimper from you. His hand caressed your breast as his mouth worked on the other, slow and teasing, making you arch into him.

His kisses traveled lower, down your stomach, sending shivers through you with each inch of skin he touched. He stopped at your navel, swirling his tongue around it, the sensation driving you wild. You instinctively tried to close your legs, the anticipation unbearable, but he spread them gently, placing a hand on each of your thighs to hold you open for him.

Cillian kissed along your hips, his lips feather-light, teasing the sensitive skin there, but never where you wanted him most. When he reached the waistband of your knickers, he hooked his fingers under the fabric and slowly pulled them down, his lips leaving a trail of hot kisses along your thighs as he went. Every touch of his mouth made you ache for him, the heat between your legs growing unbearable.

He positioned himself between your thighs, his face hovering just above your aching core. You were open for him, your body trembling with need, but he didn’t dive in right away. Instead, he kissed the inside of your thighs, his hands caressing the sensitive skin there, his touch light and teasing.

As his lips brushed teasingly along your inner thighs, your body reacted instinctively, hips bucking slightly toward him. You were desperate for more contact, more friction, anything to relieve the pressure building inside you.

“Cillian,” you whimpered, your voice strained with need, but all you got in response was that devilish smirk of his. His mouth hovered just above your core, his breath hot against your skin as his fingers traced lightly over your folds. You shuddered as his thumb brushed your swollen clit, barely a touch, but enough to drive you wild.

“Fuck, you're dripping,” he murmured with a wicked smile, his fingers gliding through your wetness. “I can’t wait to taste you.” His tone was low and rough, full of raw lust. You could feel the heat pooling between your legs, desperate for his mouth, but instead, he slid one finger inside you, pumping slowly, lazily, as if testing your patience.

Your back arched involuntarily as he curled his finger inside you, hitting that sweet spot with perfect precision. But it wasn’t enough.

“Please,” you moaned, your voice breathy and needy. Your hands moved up to your breasts, desperate for some sort of relief as you pinched your nipples, but it wasn’t the same as his touch.

“Please what?” Cillian teased, adding another finger as he curled them upward, stroking that spot that made your legs shake. You whimpered, gripping the bed sheets tightly as he continued to work you over, slowly building you up until you were on the verge of begging.

“Please… make me cum,” you gasped, the desperation evident in your voice.

“Well, that would be my pleasure,” he replied nonchalantly, but the look in his eyes was anything but casual. He dipped his head down, his lips finally making contact with your aching clit as his fingers continued their relentless rhythm inside you.

The teasing smirk on his lips was replaced by something more primal as he licked you with expert precision, his tongue flicking against your swollen clit while his fingers stroked your inner walls. Your body reacted instantly, hips bucking toward his mouth as you let out a soft chuckle, overwhelmed by the sensation.

That chuckle quickly turned into a moan as his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking gently before flicking his tongue against it again, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer as your hips ground against his face. You couldn’t get enough of him, the sight of him between your legs, his mouth devouring you, his eyes dark with lust as he looked up at you.

“Fuck, Cillian,” you gasped, your body writhing beneath him as his hand traveled from your thigh to your breast, kneading the sensitive flesh, making your back arch off the bed. His tongue was relentless, licking and sucking at your clit as he drove you closer and closer to the edge.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he slipped his fingers back inside you, pumping in and out with a steady rhythm that had your legs shaking. He knew exactly where to touch, where to tease, pushing you right to the brink without letting you fall over.

You were gasping for air, the heat building inside you unbearable as your fingers tangled in his hair. “Please, don’t stop,” you moaned, your voice barely a whisper as you felt your release approaching.

His response was to suck harder on your clit, his fingers stroking that perfect spot inside you with just the right amount of pressure. You could feel your orgasm building, your body tightening as your hips bucked against his mouth, desperate for release.

And then, just as you were about to tip over the edge, he pulled his fingers out of you, replacing them with his tongue. He licked you deeply, drinking in your wetness as he groaned against your core. His other hand reached up to your mouth, slipping two fingers past your lips. You sucked on them greedily, tasting yourself on his skin as your body trembled beneath him.

It was too much. The combination of his tongue on your clit, his fingers in your mouth, and the sight of him between your legs was enough to send you spiraling into ecstasy. You came hard, your arousal gushing into his mouth as your entire body shook with the force of your orgasm.

But Cillian didn’t stop. He licked and sucked at you greedily, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until you were a trembling, whimpering mess beneath him. You could barely catch your breath as he kissed his way back up your body, his lips hot and insistent against your skin.

Before you could recover, he was kissing you again, his tongue sliding into your mouth, making you taste yourself on his lips. The kiss was hungry, desperate, as if he couldn’t get enough of you, and you moaned into his mouth, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.

You could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against your still-sensitive core, and you whimpered, your body aching for him. Cillian groaned softly as he ran the tip of his cock up and down your slick slit, teasing you, making you tremble with anticipation.

He broke the kiss, sitting up slightly to look down at you. The sight of you spread out beneath him, flushed and panting, was almost enough to undo him. He tapped the head of his cock against your clit, and you screamed, the sensation almost too much after everything he’d just done to you.

“Fuck, you’re so sensitive,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. He could see how desperate you were for him, but he wasn’t going to make it easy. He wanted to savor this, to take his time.

“Please… fuck me already!” you demanded, your voice raw with need. You were completely at his mercy, your body aching for him to finally take you, but he just laughed softly, the sound full of cocky satisfaction.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss you again as he finally, finally entered you with one hard thrust. You both groaned, the sensation overwhelming as he stretched you, filling you completely.

His pace was slow at first, deliberate, as if he wanted to feel every inch of you. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he hissed, his hands running up your body, admiring every curve, every freckle. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, the way his muscles rippled with each thrust, the way his hair fell messily across his forehead.

He picked up the pace, thrusting deeper into you, his movements becoming more urgent. He grabbed both your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand, while the other hooked your leg over his shoulder, allowing him to go even deeper.

“Cillian… oh, fuck,” you gasped, your body tightening around him as he thrust into you harder, faster. The angle was perfect, each thrust hitting that spot deep inside you that made your legs tremble. “you're so big!” you breathed out, loving the way he was stretching you, unlike any man before.

He released your wrists, leaning down to kiss you again, his lips hot and demanding as he pushed deeper inside you, both of your legs now resting on his shoulders. His thrusts grew more urgent, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through your body, and you couldn’t hold back the moans spilling from your lips. Your nails scraped down his back, leaving red marks in your wake, urging him on.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire as he pounded into you with a frenzied rhythm. “Y/N…” he rasped, his breath coming out in heavy gasps. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon…”

You smiled through the haze of pleasure, teasing him even as you teetered on the edge of your own climax. “Yeah?” you whispered, your voice laced with playful heat. His only response was a desperate nod as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, biting and kissing at your skin, marking you.

“Cum inside me,” you begged breathlessly, your hips bucking to meet his frantic thrusts. “Please, Cillian.”

Your words were his undoing. With a guttural groan, he lost control, driving into you hard a few more times before he exploded inside you, his cock twitching as he filled you with his release. The sensation of his warmth spreading inside you pushed you over the edge as well. Your body clenched around him, pulling every last drop from him as you cried out in pleasure.

His groans mixed with your moans as his cum shot deep inside you, strand after strand, filling you until you felt completely full. The sensation left you feeling whole, completely connected to him in a way that felt profound and undeniable. The intensity of it all left you breathless, trembling beneath him as waves of ecstasy rolled through your body.

As the last of his orgasm pulsed through him, Cillian collapsed onto you, his breathing heavy and ragged. You both lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, bodies slick with sweat and hearts racing as you slowly came down from the high. His lips were soft and tender now as he peppered kisses along your shoulder, his fingers tracing lazy patterns across your skin.

You closed your eyes, letting yourself relax in the warmth of his embrace. Everything felt peaceful, like you were exactly where you were meant to be—right here, in his arms, connected in every way.

-

A bright ray of sunshine hit your eyes, making you flinch as you tried to open them. Groaning, you turned over, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over you. Your throat was dry, and your mouth felt parched, each swallow uncomfortable. With a sigh, you grabbed the pillow and pulled it over your head, trying to escape the light and shake off the grogginess that clouded your mind.

Your body felt sore, like you’d been through some grueling full-body workout, every muscle aching in ways that didn’t make sense. As you shifted under the covers, the sheets brushed against your bare skin, and that’s when it hit you—you were naked.

Wait… what?

Confused, you lifted the pillow slightly, squinting in the morning light. That’s when you saw him.

Your heart skipped a beat. There he was, lying next to you—Cillian. His chest rose and fell with each deep breath, the soft sunlight highlighting his features, making him look even more striking than usual. His dark lashes rested against his cheeks, and his tousled hair framed his face perfectly. He looked... peaceful, beautiful even, lying there in your bed.

You quickly ducked back under the pillow, heart racing, your mind whirling as you tried to process what was happening. “Oh my God,” you thought. “Cillian Murphy is in my bed. Naked!”

Fragments of last night began to flood back, and you groaned inwardly as the memories pieced themselves together. The party, the drinks, the effortless conversation that had lasted for hours. You'd felt an instant connection with him—something more than just a casual chat. The teasing, the glances, the flirtation that had built between you like an electric current. You had invited him back to your place, half-joking, never thinking it would actually lead to anything.

But then, one thing had led to another—your flirting, his gentle touch, the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the room. And now, here you were, tangled in sheets with the very person you'd admired for so long.

Your stomach fluttered nervously. What now?

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