#cillian murhpy

[queenshelby]

An Illicit Affair

Part 27: Hard Choices

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (46) x Reader (23)

Warning: Age-Gap, Taboo Relationship, Infidelity

After thinking about it for several minutes, Max finally picked up the phone and called his father.  His voice was tight, muscles tensed with anger and resentment. Cillian answered on the first ring, his voice guarded.

"Max?" he asked tentatively, unsure of what was going on. "Are you alright?" he wanted to know, seeing that Max had ignored his attempts to make contact with him during recent times, so his call surprised Cillian.

Max took a deep breath, his shoulders tensing. "No, dad, I am not alright," he replied tersely. stammering slightly.

Cillian's heart skipped a beat. "What's wrong, Max? Tell me where you are and I'll come right away," Cillian said urgently.

"It's not me that needs help, dad. It's Y/N. She's been in an accident, and she's in the hospital," Max said, trying to keep his voice steady.

"She was hit by a car," he added quietly, trying to process the information himself while Cillian gasped silently. 

Cillian's heart clenched, and he could feel the air being knocked out of him. He breathed heavily, his mind racing with questions. "Is she okay? Did they say anything about her injuries? Which hospital is she in?" Cillian asked, trying to hold onto his composure., blurting out questions almost incoherently. 

"She's at the university hospital. She's stable, but they had to remove one of her kidneys. Her leg is shattered too, and I don't know what to do, dad, they're asking me to make decisions about her treatment, but I can't do that," Max said, his voice breaking slightly.

Cillian took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "Max, listen to me. I'm on my way," Cillian said, his voice cracking as he quickly slipped into his boots and reached for his wallet and key. 

"Okay," Max replied, his voice quiet as he hung up the phone. "He is coming right now," he then informed Lucy, causing her to let out a sigh of relief before asking the attending doctor whether he could leave now.

The doctor, however, told him that he could not seeing that it was still him who was listed as your next of kin rather than Cillian and, what Max said next, surprised both Lucy and the surgeon. 

"Yeah, but that's a mistake. They are kind of together," Max said, avoiding the surgeon's gaze as his cheeks burned up with embaressment and discomfort. 

The surgeon raised an eyebrow, surprised by Max's words. "I am confused," he said, looking back and forth between Lucy and Max. "Are you telling me that your father is the patient's partner rather than you?"  the doctor asked, trying to make sense of what Max had just told him.

Lucy's heartbeat quickened. This was the moment of truth. She had promised Y/N that she would never reveal their affair to Cillian. It was their secret to keep. But at this point, Lucy couldn't care less as all she wanted was for Y/N to be taken care of by someone who loved her and who could make informed decisions about her medical treatment.

Lucy nodded. "Yeah, kind of," she thus affirmed, her voice strong and confident while Max simply swallowed harshly and nodded. "But it's more complicated than that," she then said, trying to downplay the gravity of the affair as she held her breath waiting for the doctor's response even though she knew he wouldn't approve.

However, the surgeon simply nodded, seemingly understanding the implications of Lucy's words. "Alright then, I'll have one of the interns prepare the forms to appoint him as a next of kin, but until the patient is conscious and can confirm that she would intend someone other than the person listed on her current records to make those decisions for her, we have to keep working under the assumption that Max has the authority to do so," the surgeon explained, causing both Lucy and Max to nod in agreement.

Max, however, still looked uncomfortable and out of sorts, but as the gravity of the situation began to sink in, Max knew that he had to put aside his personal feelings and do what was best for you. He couldn't let his own ego and personal feelings get in the way of your care and well being.

"So, what I suggest is that we will wait until your father gets here and, when he arrives, I will discuss the treatment plan with the both of you for you to decide on together ," the surgeon offered kindly, noticing the strain on Max's face.

Max nodded, still looking uncomfortable. "That sounds good," he finally said, his voice quiet and, just as Max spoke to the surgeon, his father came running towards them.

Cillian's eyes scanned the area, taking in the white-tiled floors and the antiseptic smell of the hospital. "Where is she? Is she okay?" Cillian asked, his voice laced with concern as he approached his son, Lucy and the doctor. 

Lucy stepped forwards, her voice steady, and her gaze direct. "She is stable, but that's about it," she said honestly, and Cillian nodded, his eyes still scanning the area.

Max could see that his father's eyes were red-rimmed, as if he had been crying , and he felt a pang of sympathy for him. He knew that his father cared for you deeply, and that the thought of you being in danger would be tearing him apart inside.

The surgeon nodded in agreement. "Indeed, she is in stable condition, but her injuries are severe. She has a head injury and she is unconscious and has been ever since she arrived, we think it is most likely a concussion from the impact," he explained to Cillian.

"Can I see her?" Cillian asked with tear filled eyes. His hands were shaking, and Lucy could see the worry etched onto his face.

"I am afraid that this isn't possible. She is still in theatre and we will need to make a decision with regards to her leg. Currently, her right leg is severely damaged, and we have three options. We can isolate the injuries until she can recover from her concussion and while her body deals with impacts from the dialysis for her left kidney," the doctor began before taking a deep breath. "But the problem with this approach is that the leg will be beyond repair once isolated and she will need surgery in a few weeks to go through an amputation procedure," the doctor explained professionally and, immediately, his heart dropped. "It's the safest option and the one I would recommend to ensure her recovery," he explained again, leaving Cillian utterly speechless.

"And the other options are?" Cillian finally managed to ask, his voice barely audible as he struggled to process the doctor's words.

"The other options are not ideal, I'm afraid. The second option is to perform emergency surgery to repair the leg, but there's a risk that she could have an adverse reaction to the anesthesia given her current state, and there's a significant chance that her leg may not heal completely even with the surgery," the doctor replied gravely.

"And the third option?" Cillian asked, bracing himself for the worst.

"The third option is to amputate the leg immediately," the doctor explained, his voice gentle but firm.

Cillian felt his heart drop. He couldn't believe what he was hearing as you were lying in a hospital bed, fighting for your life, and he had to make a decision that could potentially change the course of your life forever.

He turned to Max and Lucy, his eyes pleading for guidance.

"What is the success rate if you were to proceed with option two? And how soon would the operation have to take place?" Cillian asked with surmounting dread and anxiety.

The surgeon looked at Cillian with a grave expression, knowing that the answer he was about to provide would not be easy to hear. "The success rate for option two is only around sixty percent given the severity of the damage. There is a considerable risk of infection and nerve damage. The operation would need to be performed as soon as possible, as any delay would decrease the chances of success," he replied honestly, making sure to convey the importance of this decision. "The main issue is that she is concussed and, by performing this surgery, we will put her at risk  of stroke or brain damage," he further added.

Cillian took a deep breath, trying to push down the anger and frustration that was rising within him. How could this have happened?

"So she could die during the surgery?" Max interjected , his voice laced with disbelief and the surgeon nodded gravely. "That's a huge risk to take, dad," he added, looking at Cillian, his gaze full of concern.

"It is, but it's one that we might have to take," Cillian said, squeezing his eyes shut. He felt overwhelmed with emotions. Fear, anger, guilt, and love all warred within him.

"But we can't," Max said, shaking his head. "I am not going to sign off on something that could kill her!" 

"Max, think about it," his father said. "What would Y/N want to do?"  Cillian asked gently, as if trying to remind Max of the person who was at the center of this whole ordeal. It was your life on the line, and they needed to make a decision that would respect your wishes as much as possible.

Lucy nodded, her eyes misty. "I agree with your dad, Max. We need to consider what she would want. All she wants is to be surgeon herself. She studied so hard for this. She also wants to go travelling still, hiking, running, living her best life," she said, her voice cracking with emotion.

Max took a deep breath, trying to process everything that was happening.

"Dad?"  Max asked, his voice quiet and uncertain. "Are you sure about this?" Max asked again, searching his father's face for any signs of uncertainty.

Cillian took a deep breath, holding Max's gaze. "Yes, I'm sure," he said, his voice firm and steady. "Y/N is a fighter and she would want us to have the surgeons try and save her leg. If anyone can pull through this, it's her," he said, trying to inject some optimism into his words.

"But what if she dies?" Max asked, the words hanging heavy in the air.

Cillian took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Max's. "Then that is on me, not you," he said, his voice heavy with emotion.

Max looked away, pained. "Fine," he finally said. "We'll go with option two." He would sign the consent forms, but he couldn't shake the feeling that this was a mistake.

The surgeon nodded, taking the consent forms from a nurse and handing them to Max.

"Very well then. We will proceed with option two. I will notify the surgical team to prepare for the operation," he said, watching as Max signed his name on the dotted line. "It will be a long and difficult road ahead, but I am confident that with time, rehabilitation, and support, Y/N can recover from this," he added, giving Max a reassuring smile before turning to leave.

Lucy watched the surgeon go, feeling a mixture of relief and unease.

She turned back to Max and Cillian, both of whom were lost in their own thoughts. She desperately wanted to tell Cillian about the stalker you had told her about, but knew that now was not the time.  Now was the time for focusing on getting you better and Cillian was clearly struggling  to keep his composure as he waited for the surgical team to prepare for the operation.

Lucy took a deep breath and moved closer to Cillian, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "She is going to be okay," she said, her voice soft and soothing.

Cillian looked at her, his eyes filled with gratitude for her presence and support. "I hope so," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I can't lose her, you know. I just can't," Cillian said, his eyes filling up with tears. 

Lucy's heart ached for him. She knew how much he loved you, and it was clear that the thought of losing you was enough to break him.

"She's a fighter," Lucy reassured him while even Max remained quiet, no longer caring about the somewhat strange dynamics in his family right now.

It was irrelevant compared to the life-and-death situation they were currently facing and all he hoped for was a favorable outcome for you. 

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jealous dd/lg one shot with lenny miller , ur first one was so good im obsessed with it now

I'm on it! Since reader was jealous last time... it's Lenny's turn !

"Come on darling we're going to be late!" Lenny yelled from the front door as you came down the stairs in a dark red dress that hugged you perfectly. You put on the heart locket that he gave you for your anniversary last week as you grabbed your coat from the hook and followed him out to the car that was waiting for you two. Truth be told you hated these CIA fundraisers because it was just a bunch of old men retelling the same stories over and over again while they get drunk and laugh too loudly, but you did it for Lenny .

You two sat in silence until you got there. He helped you take off your coat and put it in the closet. Your arm wrapped around his tightly as you made your way into the ballroom where everyone else had already been mingling and drinking. You held onto to Lenny not only because he was comforting and that you loved him because he also wanted people to know that you're his! Sure it seemed odd to most people that Lenny was with you since you're half his age but that didn't matter to either of you. You were his baby that he loved and cared for.

"I'll be back darling, I need to use the restroom." Lenny whispered into your ear and kissed your cheek before he headed off. While he was gone you stood there awkwardly because you could feel everyone's eyes on you. You played with the locket until you were approached by a man who was even older than Lenny, could be his grandpa!

"How do you do pretty girl?" His lips curled into what was supposed to be a smirk but came off creepy along with slurred words. You stepped backwards away from him until your back was against the wall. "You know it's rude not to answer ?" Your lips parted slightly to speak but no words came out.

"And you know it's rude to flirt with my date?" Lenny cleared his throat catching the man off gaurd.

"Sorry Lenny, didn't realize this beauty queen was your girl!" He threw his hands up and backed away. Lenny turned to face you before he grabbed your arm and pulled you down the hall into the coat closet.

Both of you stood in silence before Lenny pushed you against the wall. "You're mine! Do you understand that? You are mine!! Wearing this slutty dress, showing off your cleavage to everyone here! Better show them who you belong too!" Lenny leaned in and kissed your red raspberry lips as his hands gripped onto your hips. His tongue forced its way into your mouth making you whimper quietly. His mouth moved down your neck making sure to bite all the way down and sucking the bite marks for different amounts of times to make sure they were different shades of purple. He peppered them along your breasts making sure teeth marks were present as well. To most, Lenny was well respected but that was going to change once those bruises appeared on your soft skin.

Your thighs shook a little as he pulled your tits out of your dress so he could suck your nipples. Soft moans left your lips as Lenny's fingers trailed under your dress. He wanted everyone to know you're his! Lenny undid his pants and dropped them around his ankles.

"Who's cock is this baby?" He stroked himself softly as you dropped onto your knees. He tapped the head is his cock against your mouth as you opened it up. "Tell me baby, who's cock are sucking?" He patted your head .

"Yours daddy! Daddy has the biggest cock ever and it's all mine!" You smiled ear to ear up at him before wrapping your lips around the head. You hallowed out your cheeks and relaxed your throat so you could take him all the way down while you sat on your knees. Your eyes watered a bit as he was holding your head in his hands to make sure his cock went down nice and deep. Drool spilled from your chin onto your bruised breasts . You were such a pretty sight and Lenny was close.

"Be a good girl for daddy! Take all of my cum!" His thrusts we're getting sloppy as you reached up and cupped his balls to rub them while he pulled your face closer until your nose was shoved against his salt and pepper pubes. You were inhaling his scent as you processed that Lenny was cumming down your throat as you took in his scent. He was groaning your name before he pulled out and looked at you with a satisfied smile. Lenny got you back on your feet , pulled up his pants and exams you. Your lips were swollen, breasts covered in slobber and bruises, you were a mess and it was obvious to everyone when both you and Lenny walked out the closet with giant grins on your faces.

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cillian murphy printed sweatshirt by cherry sorbet

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[queenshelby]

Our Little Secret (Part Six)

Pairing: Dark! Cillian Murphy x Virgin! Reader

Warning: Smut, Age-Gap, Daddy Issues

Notes: This will not be a love story. It will be dark, twisted and kinky. Cillian is portrayed as totally off cannon.

Finally, Thursday came around and Cillian arrived at your house punctually, at 8 o'clock sharp. 

"Are your parents gone?" he wanted to confirm and you nodded.

"Yes, both of them are at work," you said and, the moment you saw him, you felt a surge of electricity run through your veins, your body reacting involuntarily to his presence. Your heart raced, your breath caught in your throat, and your entire being seemed to yearn for his touch.

As he approached, you stood, meeting him halfway, your hands brushing against his chest, his hands finding their way onto your waist.

"Good," he said quietly, pulling you close, his lips brushing against yours lightly. His hands explored your curves, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your skin.

The heat between you was palpable, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You knew it wasn't love that brought you together, just lust and the need to satisfy it.

"Hang on," you interrupted your heated exchange. "About last night, when Danielle was here," you began to say hesitantly, feeling a sudden urge to address what had transpired. "Do you think she knows about us? Because she acted strangely towards me," you pointed out.

Cillian hesitated, pursing his lips as he considered your question. "I don't believe so," he finally answered, his tone confident. "But she was suspicious about you and the way you have been looking at me when we are around," Cillian told you, causing you to blush.

"Sorry, I can't help it," you murmured, feeling embarrassed by your own attraction towards him. 

"Don't worry, I downplayed it when she mentioned it. I told her that you probably just have an innocent crush on me because I am an actor," he assured you smugly, smoothing your hair behind your ear gently.

His hands moved further down, tracing along your neck and shoulders until they reached the hem of your robe. With a gentle pull, he parted the fabric, revealing your flesh beneath.

"Asshole," you muttered playfully, referring to the situation, which made him laugh. With his free hand, he caressed your cheek, then cupped your lace covered breast, teasing your nipple with his thumb.

"Mmm," you moaned, leaning into his touch.

"Let's continue this conversation later. I don't want to talk about my wife right now," he whispered, his voice husky. 

"Because, there is something else I much rather do first," he teased you, causing you to shiver. 

"Oh?" you asked, intrigued.

"Yes," he said, moving his hands lower, down your belly, past your hip bones, and finally reaching your bottom.

Your heart raced as he gripped your ass firmly, lifting you effortlessly off the ground.

"What are you doing?" you breathed, your body trembling with excitement and anticipation.

"Taking you to your bedroom so that I can finally fuck that sweet little ass of yours," he whispered, his voice low and seductive.

Your eyes widened slightly at his crass language, and you could feel a rush of excitement swelling inside you. This was going to be unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

He carried you to your room, careful not to drop you. Once there, he laid you down on your bed, and slowly removed your robe, exposing your pale, semi-naked body to his eyes. The sight of your vulnerability made him even more aroused, his desire growing stronger with each passing second.

"Did you buy this lingerie just for me?" Cillian asked, seeing your black bra and thong beneath the robe.

Your face turned red, but you couldn't deny the truth, so you nodded, admitting, "Yes, I bought these especially for you." He smiled, his gaze raking over your curves once again, appreciating the sexy lingerie you had chosen.

"You look incredible," he whispered, his hands gently caressing your sides. "And your scent... It drives me fucking wild," Cillian told you.

Embarrassed yet thrilled by his compliments, you bit your lip and tried to maintain eye contact, but found yourself unable to resist looking away.

His confidence was unmistakable, and you were captivated by his raw sexual magnetism.

"Unfortunately, though, your bra and panties need to come off," he grinned devilishly, running his hands up your inner thighs, reaching your waistband.

Without waiting for your consent, he pulled them down your legs, tossing them carelessly aside. Your heart beat faster, and your body trembled with anticipation.

"Now the bra. I want to see your tits," he commanded, his tone implacable. As he gently took hold of your bra, his fingers trailing across your chest, his touch ignited feelings within you that you didn't know existed. 

He slowly lifted your arms up, helping you remove the straps. The fabric fell, making your breasts exposed. Cillian stared at them intently, his eyes drinking in every detail. You blushed, feeling embarrassed but also thrilled by his obvious appreciation.

"So fucking sexy," he whispered, his lips grazing your shoulder as he ran his hands down your side. He gently pushed you back onto the bed, your head hitting the soft pillow. His kisses trailed down your neck, lingering on your collarbone, leaving small, passionate kisses in their wake.

"You taste so good," he mumbled, pressing his face into your neck, breathing heavily. He continued kissing and nibbling, moving further downward, reaching your chest.

He took one of your nipples between his teeth, biting gently before drawing circles around it with his tongue. Your moans filled the air, growing louder as his expertise became evident.

"You're such a little tease," he whispered, running his hands up your thighs. He pressed his finger against your wetness, testing how ready you were.

"Almost there, honey," he told you, using his finger to spread your moisture around, teasing your entrance. You squirmed underneath him, trying to catch your breath.

"Please," you pleaded, "please don't stop now," you begged. 

Cillian laughed, his hands gripping your hips tightly. 

"Tell me what you want!" he ordered as desire burned within you, driving you insane with the need to be closer to him. You arched your back, thrusting your hips toward him, silently begging for more.

"Tell me!" he said again, his lips against your ear.

"I want your mouth, down there," you stammered, your heart racing, your breath coming in short gasps. Cillian grinned and hissed, "Down where? Say it!" Cillian demanded, his hands never ceasing their movements, exploring every curve and crevice of your body. 

"I want your mouth, on...on my pussy," you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. You clenched your fists, struggling to stay composed as the intensity of the moment grew stronger.

Without words, Cillian moved his mouth downwards, taking slow, deliberate steps, savoring every inch of your body. When he reached your pussy, he looked up at you, his dark eyes sparkling with desire. "Is this where you want my mouth?" he asked, his voice rough with emotion.

"Yes," you replied breathlessly, your entire body aching with anticipation. "Please," you begged, writhing beneath him, desperate for his touch. He chuckled, a low, sensual sound that sent shivers down your spine.

Then, without warning, he plunged his tongue deep into your pussy, his mouth working in tandem with his fingers. You cried out, arching your back and gripping the sheets tightly. Cillian's movements were fluid and precise, and with each thrust of his tongue, you felt yourself building towards an intense climax. His fingers expertly played with your clit, heightening the sensations coursing through your body.

The tension in the room became almost palpable, thick with the air of anticipation and desire.

Cillian moved his tongue in rhythmic patterns, alternating between gentle licks and fierce sucking, masterfully bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your breath came in shallow gasps, and your skin flushed from the intense pleasure coursing through your body.

"Cillian," you groaned, your fingers digging into the sheets, clutching them with white knuckles. His name seemed to echo in the room, a soft mantra of longing, as your body twitched and sighed in response to his skilled ministrations.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he growled, pulling away to give himself a moment to catch his breath. His fingers dipped into your slippery folds, then his tongue followed suit, lapping up the juices pooling on your lower lips. Your legs trembled with excitement, a dull throbbing pulsing throughout your core.

"Look at you," he whispered, his fingers playing with your clit once more, sending fresh waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"So fucking hot" he groaned as you arched your back, helplessly surrendering to his touch. His fingers delved deeper, finding your G-spot, hitting it with precision, making you cry out in ecstasy.

"Ah! Cillian," you whimpered, your entire body shuddering with pleasure. His hand moved away momentarily only to return, two fingers penetrating your wetness. He moved them in and out with ease, his other hand holding your hips steady.

"Are you going to squirt for me?" Cillian teased, smirking as he continued his masterful ministrations. You nodded, too far gone to answer verbally. The intensity of the sensations overwhelmed you, a crescendo of pleasure building within your core. "That's it, baby, let go," he encouraged, his own desire mirroring yours.

He positioned himself, placing a pillow under your hips, opening you wider for his viewing pleasure. He began to penetrate you with his tongue, his mouth forming a tight seal around your entrance.

Your breath caught in your throat, the sensation sending shockwaves through your body. With each thrust of his tongue, your arousal increased, a powerful pressure building within your core. His expertise was undeniable, his skill impeccable.

"Oh, God," you cried out, arching your back. His hands held your hips steady, ensuring that you remained perfectly aligned for his attentions. The sensations escalated rapidly, spiraling out of control until, suddenly, you felt an intense pleasure and warmth, almost like you were wetting yourself. You cried out, gasping for air, your body shaking uncontrollably.

"That's it baby. Fuck that's hot," Cillian groaned, fingering your g-spot still as he had brought you to a powerful climax while watching you drench the sheets beneath you.

Your mind was reeling from the intensity of the experience, your body limp with exhaustion yet satisfied beyond measure.

"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" you panted, feeling both proud and self-conscious at the same time. Cillian smiled, stroking your hair tenderly.

"For me, it was even better," he said as he leaned in and kissed you deeply, his tongue tracing your lips, reminding you of the powerful connection you shared.

"I loved watching you squirt for the first time," he murmured, running his fingers through your sweaty hair. You giggled nervously, trying to process the intensity of the encounter. 

"It looks like I have wet the bed," you said embarrassed, looking down at the mess you made.

"No, it looks like you enjoyed yourself," Cillian replied, a wicked grin on his face before whispering into your ear.

"But don't think I will let you rest just yet," he added, playfully pinching your bottom cheek. His hands began roaming over your body again, eliciting another shiver of excitement from you.

"Get on your hands and knees for me," he commanded, his voice a mix of dominance and tenderness. You complied without hesitation, already knowing what was about to come.

Cillian positioned himself behind you, his large hands cupping your breasts gently. As he squeezed and fondled them, you moaned softly, unable to contain your desire. He nibbled on your earlobe, whispering dirty words into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"So wet for me," he growled, rubbing his erection against the wet folds of your pussy, his cock seeking entrance.

"I will fuck this wet little pussy of yours first and then I will claim your ass," he whispered in your ear, his voice rough with desire. You quivered at his words, your body craving his touch.

Cillian positioned himself behind you, his hands firmly gripping your hips. He lined up his hard cock with your wet entrance, the tip pressing against your inner walls. With one swift thrust, he entered you, filling you completely.

You gasped, your body adjusting to his size, taking him fully. His hips pumped forward, his pace slow but steady, each movement causing your entire body to react.

"God, how can you be so fucking tight," he groaned, his brow furrowed with effort as he pushed further inside. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he buried himself deeper, your cries of passion muffled by his powerful frame. Your muscles contracted involuntarily, meeting his thrusts, pushing him deeper into your depths.

"Please fuck me harder," you begged, urging him onward, driven by the unrelenting desire that consumed you both. Cillian obliged, picking up the pace, each forceful thrust driving him deeper into your depths.

"God, you are such a good girl, begging for my cock," he groaned, the words dripping with desire. His powerful hips pounded into you, filling you with his possession. His grip on your hips tightened, forcing you to meet his thrusts, riding the wave of his relentless passion.

Your eyes rolled back in your head, pleasure coursing through your veins as your entire body shook with each impact. "More!" you screamed, desperate for release.

"Is that what you want? More?" Cillian demanded, his voice gravelly with lust.

He pulled out, only to slam back in, hitting the perfect spot inside you that caused you to cry out. The raw intensity of the moment was indescribable, leaving you both on the brink of complete collapse.

As you both reached your peak, Cillian gripped your hips tightly, driving himself even deeper into your pussy. The world around you disappeared, replaced by the relentless waves of pleasure crashing over you both. The sound of your ragged breathing filled the air, punctuated by your screams of pleasure.

"Do you like me fucking your young little pussy?"

Cillian asked, his tone filled with dominance. You nodded eagerly, biting your lip in anticipation.

"I am more than twice your age and here you are, letting me use you like this,"

he murmured, his words a mix of admiration and domination.

You blushed at his words, but couldn't help the growing excitement that pooled in your stomach.

"Now lets see if you can take two of my fingers in your ass and my cock in your pussy,"

Cillian said, his tone dark and commanding.

You swallowed nervously, your heart racing. This was your first time engaging in such activities, but you wanted to please him, so you took a deep breath and nodded bravely as Cillian continued to thrust in and out of your wetness.

"Maybe one finger first?" you suggested 

tentatively, your voice barely audible above the sounds of your bodies moving together. Cillian chuckled, his hands caressing your ass, feeling the smoothness of your skin beneath his palms.

"Well, we'll start with one, then," he agreed, his voice low and velvety before reaching for the bottle of lubricant he had bought with him.

After applying generous amounts on both his fingers and your entrance, he gently eased the first digit inside you.

The sudden intrusion sent shivers throughout your body, both from the sensation and the act itself. You let out a gasp, clutching at the sheets beneath you, trying to remain steady despite the foreign sensation. Cillian watched you closely, observing your reaction to every move he made. His other hand held your hip, giving you something to hold onto as he continued to prepare you for his entry.

"Good girl," he cooed as he pushed his finger in and out of your anal cavity, while continuing to fuck your pussy.

"You feel so tight and wet," he groaned, burying his face in your neck, enjoying the feel of your body moving underneath him.

Your eyes were wide with fear and excitement, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to absorb all the sensations.

"It feels strange," you confessed, a mixture of embarrassment and pride lacing your words.

"It will feel good soon, I promise," Cillian said, pulling out his finger and adding a second, stretching you further.

You whimpered in response, your body trembling slightly from the sensation. He kept up a slow rhythm, his fingers working in tandem with his cock, creating a new level of stimulation.

"You are doing well, just relax," he groaned, his voice rough with arousal. You nodded frantically, unable to find the words to express your emotions.

"I'm going to fill you now," he warned, the promise of his impending entry into your rectum making your insides clench with anticipation just as he pulled his cock out of your pussy.

"Is it going to hurt?" you asked timidly, unsure of what to expect from the experience. Cillian stroked your hair gently, calming you with his touch.

"It will at the start, but just remember to breathe, and it won't hurt too much," he assured you while lubricating his cock and lining himself up with your anus.

"Are you ready?" he asked, giving you one last chance to change your mind.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to calm yourself. "Yes," you finally responded, opening your eyes and looking up at him with determination. Cillian smiled, admiring your courage.

"That's my brave girl," he praised, his voice husky with appreciation. Gently, he pushed his thick length into your tight hole, his cockhead teasing the rim before slipping in.

You felt a sharp pain, followed by an intense fullness that threatened to consume you entirely. The muscles of your anus clenched around him, trying to expel him, but Cillian remained patient, waiting for your body to accept him. You cried out, overwhelmed by the foreign sensation.

"Breathe, baby," he commanded, his deep voice echoing around you, reassuring. "You're doing great," he praised. 

Taking a deep breath, you calmed yourself, trying to focus on the pleasurable sensations building within you.

Cillian began to move slowly, his hips undulating with each thrust, driving his cock deeper into your ass. The initial discomfort gave way to a pleasurable ache, as you adjusted to his size and rhythm.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice. You nodded vigorously, your lips parted, breath coming in short bursts. The sensation was unlike anything you had ever experienced before, yet it felt incredibly liberating.

The intense pressure and fullness that accompanied Cillian's movements inside you caused a mix of pleasure and pain, but somehow, it was all addictive.

You found yourself yearning for more as your body started to adapt to the new sensations. With each stroke, you could feel yourself melting underneath him, losing track of everything except the primal dance between your bodies. 

"God your ass is so tight," Cillian growled, his voice rough with desire. Your eyes met his, seeing the fire burning in them. It was the same look he had when he first entered you, a raw, unadulterated hunger that seemed to consume him.

He picked up the pace, pushing himself harder into your body, driving you wild with pleasure. Each movement made you moan, your body quaking with the intensity of the sensations. You threw your head back, lost in the sensual chaos that enveloped you both.

"You are taking me so well, my beautiful little angel," Cillian whispered, kissing your neck and nibbling on your earlobe. His voice was husky, tinged with affection and arousal.

"I-I don't know how I'm doing this," you replied, your voice shaky with emotion.

"You're doing amazingly," he affirmed, his hands stroking your back and shoulders in comfort.

"Do you want me to cum in your ass?" Cillian asked, his voice heavy with anticipation. You hesitated, uncertain of whether you were ready for that final step. He waited patiently, allowing you to make up your mind.

"Yes," you finally answered, taking a deep breath. 

Cillian smiled broadly, his satisfaction evident in his eyes. He moved his hips faster, increasing the pressure within your ass. Your body reacted instinctively, squeezing around him, urging him to reach his peak.

"Tell me that you want me to fill your ass with cum," Cillian ordered, his voice gravelly with need. You nodded fervently, feeling the power of submission wash over you.

"Fuck my ass and fill it with your cum!" you begged, arching your back as his forceful thrusts sent sparks of pleasure coursing through your entire being.

"Ahhh, yes, that's it," Cillian grunted, the sound of pleasure escaping him as his balls tightened in anticipation.

"I'm going to cum inside you now, fuck," he informed you, his voice thick with desire. "And you are going to take it like a good girl," he added, his tone leaving no room for argument. You nodded eagerly, your arousal heightening as you realized you would be filled with his seed.

Cillian positioned himself at the perfect angle, allowing his penis to push even deeper. Your eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected sensation, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through your body.

As he approached his climax, Cillian's hips moved rapidly, his movements becoming erratic.

His grip on your hips tightened, as he pounded relentlessly into your body. You felt a surge of power and dominance course through you, knowing that you were satisfying someone as passionate as Cillian. Your own body responded, spasms rippling through your core as you neared orgasm.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum!" you cried out, his name escaping your lips as you surrendered completely to the sensations wracking your body.

Cillian felt your walls convulse around him, heralding your imminent release. As he drove into you one last time, he let go, filling you with his essence as you screamed in ecstasy. The heat of his seed mingling with yours was enough to send your senses reeling, your entire body thrumming with a sense of accomplishment and pride.

Cillian collapsed onto you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. His warm breath caressed your neck, his arms wrapping possessively around you.

He then pulled out and reached for your ass cheeks, pulling them apart, exposing your tight hole. His face showed both lust and adoration as he admired your newly claimed territory.

"Push some of that cum out for me," he demanded, his voice hoarse from arousal. You did as instructed while Cillian gently massaged your ass to encourage his semen to escape. He watched intently, appreciating your obedience.

Feeling your tender ass beneath him, Cillian then traced his fingers along the contours of your inner thighs, eliciting small moans from you. "I can't wait to do this to you again when we are in Cork together," he whispered before bringing his cum soaked finger up to your mouth.

"Now open," he commanded softly, his eyes filled with tenderness.

You obeyed without hesitation, your tongue darting out to taste his offering.

"My beautiful girl," he murmured, satisfied with your eagerness. "Come here," he ordered, rolling onto his side to bring you closer.

You nestled against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder, while his hand gently stroked your hair.

The comforting sound of his heartbeat filled the silence between you, its steady rhythm mirroring the gentle rise and fall of your chest. Cillian's fingers traced delicate patterns across your skin, his touch both loving and possessive. You lay there, listening to the beat of his heart, feeling secure in his embrace just as, suddenly, his phone rang.

Cillian groaned, reaching for his phone. "Sorry, babe," he said apologetically, answering the call before searching for his clothes, which were still scattered across the floor. 

"I am sorry. I have to go. Danielle is looking for me," Cillian eventually said after he hung up the phone. His expression was regretful, but you understood the situation. "It's fine," you offered, attempting to hide your disappointment. 

He leaned down to give you a lingering kiss on the forehead. "I promise, babe. I will definitely make up for it soon," he whispered, his voice full of tenderness. Then, he quickly got dressed, giving you one last look before heading out the door.

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Morning sex with Neil Lewis from Watching the Detectives

Bless you ✨

The sun was shining , the birds were chirping and Neil was stepping outside to grab the paper when a thought popped into his brain. He threw the paper on the kitchen table , made his way down the hall and back into his bedroom where he still couldn't believe that you were laying.

Your face looked so soft smooshed against the pillow while your legs were spread just enough for him to sneak a peek. You looked like a sleepy goddess to him with the light shining through the curtains. Neil took off his shirt and pajama pants before spitting into his hand and jerking himself off as you laid there sleeping naked. Your nipples were hard from the slight breeze of the early fall morning, the way your body curved as you laid on your side, Neil was ready to cum but he couldn't. He let go of cock and crawled back into bed. He waited for a minute as you were stirring onto your back. A soft sigh escaped your lips and Neil couldn't hold back anymore. He repositioned himself so he was between your legs and spread them just a enough so he could bury his face into your pussy. You were already dripping.

"Naughty girl, haven't even touched you today and you're soaked. Must be good dream!" He mumbled against your skin before licking slowly up your cunt. His tongue went deep inside of you as you started stirring again.

"Neil?" You whispered as he devoured your pussy making slurping sounds before looking up at you to see you looking down at him through sleepy eyes as your hand reached for his hair. "Good morn.. FUCK!" Neil started rubbing your clit in fast circles as your body jerked forward .

"Good morning is right baby! Couldn't resist you! Need to fuck you every second possible!!" He spit onto your pussy before rubbing it in, by the time your body got use to him rubbing your clit Neil had pulled away and started pushing his cock deep inside of you until he bottomed out. He waited a minute before he started lazily thrusting his hips into you.

"Neil please! You teased your nipples while he reached up and helped you tease them. It was overstimulating but felt so good. "I need to cum already! Had a wet dream and woke up to you eating my pussy! "

"Your delicious little pussy!" Neil licked his lips, reached down between your bodies and thumbed your clit again with hard circles while snapping his hips harder into you. He watched as your nose scrunched up and jaw dropped.

"NEIL! OH MY GOD! " you screamed out his name as your orgasm washed over you and you gripped his arms tightly.

"That's it baby! Fuck you're squeezing my cock so good! Fuck I'm not going too last much ! FUCKING HELL!" Neil came deep inside of you before giving it a few more thrust to make sure he fucked his cum deep into you. Both of you laid there for awhile with Neil laying on top of you casually flicking your nipple to make you giggle. "Next time... I'm waking you up with a blow job." You smiled at Neil .

"Or you could give me one now!" He playfully pouted as you rolled your eyes. "Can't now baby, we gotta get ready to open Gumshoe for the day. Maybe I'll give you a blow job for lunch since you had my pussy for breakfast ."

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happy birthday to two of my favorite people @zaricats and @batmanisagatewaydrug you two may have been separated at birth after cillian murhpy gave birth to you