Summary: Your doing an instagram live and somehow convince Cillian to join in, someone calls him a DILF, he's miffed because you know he's not up on young slang and you have a few surprises to share.
Warnings: sickening fluff! Language.
Request: My girl @janelongxox
A/N: this gif is from a gif set that nofckingfighting posted I do NOT own this gif, I hope it was ok for me to use! Let me know if it's a problem.
But... what is a DILF?
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"let's go find Cillian, see if he'll entertain me and be on camera" you laughed lightly, holding your phone so you could talk to your followers on your instagram live.
They all went wild, ready to see the man who was always with you but so hidden at the same time. You were making your way up the stairs of the house you shared, Cillian would definitely be in his office, working through scripts he'd been sent, some kind of music playing.
You were answering questions as you went on the hunt for him.
"We've been together for, oh god I think five years now"
"We met at an event, it was very casual, he was trying to act like he didn't want to date me"
"but he couldn't resist"
You placed your phone on the small table in the hallway not wanting to shove a phone in his face if he wasn't up to it, "I'll be back guys!" you called as you entered his office.
"Cilly, I have a favour to ask" you were slowly making your way across the room to him, he turned a smile on his face as he caught sight of you, like he hadn't seen you in days when in reality it had been around an hour.
"Whats up love?" he asked reaching out for you, so you could slip onto his lap.
"Want to be on my live with me?" you asked biting at your lip, he wasn't as into social media as you, he didn't see the point but he humoured you most of the time.
"Oh love, why" he whined, you couldn't help but giggle running a hand through his hair, kissing his lips lightly "because I like people to know that you are real sometimes"
Cillian had agreed because really could he ever say no to you. You had excitedly gone to get your phone, letting your followers know that he was up for it and to send in questions for you both to answer.
You both settled on the sofa in his office, as the questions flooded through.
'How are you Cillian?'
'Have you been enjoying the break?'
and then the one that had Cillian frowning and you were definitely trying not to laugh at his confusion but he just looked so adorable.
'Why is Cillian such a DILF?!?!?!'
"He's not yet, but give it six months" you had giggled, hand falling to the small bump you had been hiding from everyone, the live went wild with comments, Cillian was rubbing his hand over your stomach as the love hearts flew over the screen repeatedly.
"Alright guys we're going to go, I need to educate this man on what a DILF is, thank you for all your support!" with a wave from you and Cillian you clicked off the live.
"but what is a DILF?" Cillian had asked the minute you put your phone down.
You licked your lips, tugging him up from the sofa "well, it's a dad I'd like too fuc-"
Cillian had pressed his lips to yours as he laughed, pulling you towards the master bedroom "maybe you could just show me" he asked as he kicked the door closed behind you both.
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Nine Months Later:
It's my birthday | Cillian x Fem!Reader | One Shot |
Summary: It's your birthday & you know what you want.
Requests: Not so much a request but a fic swap for our birthday month with @janelongxox
Warnings: Smut/langauge
A/N: Happy Birthday Girl! Enjoy this fic, thank you for letting me always talk about our Cilly!
It's my birthday.
The party was in full swing, everyone had a drink in their hand, you were stood with your girlfriends, you'd been away on location with Cillian and you had catching up to do, but it was your birthday and you knew you should be mingling with your guests.
Cillian had managed to pull off the ultimate surprise party, coordinating all the arrangements with your best friend in Dublin whilst you were both in Manchester.
He'd even picked out a dress, which much to his relief you loved the moment you slipped it on that evening, his hand had run down your exposed back, stopping just before the curve of your backside, before he dropped his lips to the exposed warm skin of your neck making you suggest you forgot about dinner and stayed home.
He'd given you a coy smile, shook his head "plenty of time for that, birthday girl" he had teased, a gentle kiss to your painted lips before he grabbed his suit jacket and exited the room, leaving you with a dull throb between your thighs.
Your eyes caught him over with a few of your family members, your gaze dropping to his fingers, thick and long curled around the glass of Guinness as he spoke to your uncle, you felt the throb return to your core at the thought of those fingers, dragging under your tiny piece of underwear.
"Happy Birthday, Y/N" the voice made you jump slightly, you spun round face to face with Paul and Joe.
"Thank you, when did you two get here? Left you in Manchester under twelve hours ago" you laughed lightly as they hugged you in turn.
"Got the flight after you and Cill" Joe admitted
You laughed "so you were in the airport with us, why am I so oblivious to everything"
"Where is he? The big party planner, haven't heard about anything else for weeks, if this is your twenty fifth I can't wait for you to turn thirty" Paul winked.
You batted at his chest not wanting to think about leaving your twenties "he's over with my uncles, they're probably embarrassing me"
They excused themselves making their way to their friend and co-star, you were determined to distract yourself from thinking of all the sinful things you wanted Cillian to do to you.
You were waiting at the bar, when you felt the two arms slip around your waist, a firm body pressed into your back "my birthday girl" his breath fanned across your skin, igniting it with goosebumps.
You turned in his arms, back resting against the cool wood of the bar, arms instantly snaking around his neck "m' missed you"
He smiled, lips pressing softly to yours, hands on your hips kneading them through the material of your dress.
"I've been right here" he barely pulled his face away from yours, eyes locked together.
"I know, you've been the perfect host, want to be alone" you almost whined, hips moving to push ever so slightly against his.
Cillian changed his grip on your hips, firmly pressing you against the bar "later, I told you" he nipped at your bottom lip.
You felt the rush of pleasure run through you, his stern voice, the pressure on your hips, you nodded fingers running across the slightly out grown shaved back of his head.
"Cillian, uhm sorry but we need you in the back" your friend was awkwardly stood beside you both, you smiled at her as Cillian moved away.
"Be right back" he kissed you again, before they left you to sort out party business.
You sighed grabbing your glass of wine and heading for Natasha, Sophie and Aimee who had also snuck into Dublin without you knowing.
The cake had been extravagant knowing that was all down to your friends, Cillian had held you close to his side as everyone sung you happy birthday, his voice low and vibrating in your ear. You'd hugged your girlfriends right after blowing out the candles, feeling so blessed to have this life.
A few wines and shots with Cillian's co-stars later the party was dying down, people calling taxis and heading to their hotels, you were on the dance floor, Aimee and Sophie ending the night with you, Cillian interrupted you all asking if he was allowed to take you home.
Sophie had made a lewd comment causing him to act like the older brother he played on screen, she rolled her eyes at him as they hugged goodbye.
Finally you were in the back of the booked car, you were hungry for him, lips pressing hot bursts of kisses across his neck, where he'd popped a few buttons undone as the night went on, your hand snaked its way into the opening pressing a warm palm against his cool skin.
"Baby...baby" he lifted your chin up to stop the assault of your lips "we'll be home so soon" he stated.
You whined, hand running across the bulge in his tight dress pants "just want you" you whispered sitting back in the seat trying to control yourself.
Cillian hadn't even got you fully through the door and you were kicking your heels off, attaching yourself back on his lips, feverish kisses leaving between wanting mewls.
"hey..hey what's got into you" he smirked scooping you up in his arms.
"I just need you, need you to touch me" you begged, as he carried you effortlessly up the stairs.
He dropped you on the bed, eyes scanning your body, licking his lips, he'd been so controlled all evening, holding off all your advances the best he could but now he was ready to ravish you, tease you into falling apart around him.
Your body was writhing on the bed, without any contact with him, just his gaze burning into you was enough to get you worked up.
"Cillian" you whimpered getting frustrated with the way he wasn't paying any attention to you.
He smiled, finally crawling over your body, pressing his hips to yours to stop you moving "yes? Birthday girl" a smirk tugged onto his face.
"Please" you whispered fingers fumbling with the buttons on his fitted shirt
"What do you want?" He was teasing you, you were so close to screaming at him for his hands to be on you.
"Just...fuck touch me" you begged eyes wide
Cillian brushed some hair from your face, fingertips feathered against your skin "where?"
You were biting your lip, tears pushing against the brim of your eyes in frustration "everywhere"
Cillian tusked, dropping a faint kiss to the side of your lips "show me or I can't help"
You groaned head thrown back, grabbing for his hands "I want your fingers in me, I want them pressed against my clit"
"You only had to say" he teased, lifting the hem of your dress up your body, you sat up letting him pull it off you, revealing your bare breasts and the barely there underwear.
"Been walking around like this all evening" he ran his fingertips over your breasts "if only I'd known" he tweaked your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling a gasp from your mouth.
"Shit please Cill don't tease me" you were barely able to form a sentence, hips moving off the bed.
"Baby, you need to be patient it's your birthday after all" he nuzzled into your neck, lapping his tongue against your sweet skin.
"I should get what I want" you pouted, grabbing for his hand, pushing it down to the edge of your underwear.
He rested his hand just above your mound, tutting at you once again "I've got a bratty birthday girl on my hands huh?"
You bit your lip, nodded at him because you couldn't deny it "Cillian I swear-"
You didn't have time to finish as his hand plunged into the thin material, hand cupping at your soaking pussy, thumb brushing over your clit "oh uhh fuck" you sighed feeling some pressure being relieved from your core.
"Been this wet all night baby?" He asked slowly pushing his finger into your cunt, you nodded "yea...yes all for you Cillian" you panted eyes closing in pure ecstasy.
He pulled your underwear down your legs, dropping it on the floor, as you spread your legs from him.
Cillian was working you up, adding another finger in as you squirmed under his touch. Stretching you for him, you moaned as he added a third finger, curling up to your soft g-spot, tapping on the area before roughly brushing his fingers over it, thumb pressed on your clit, he could feel your walls clenching and unclenching around his fingers, your panting breaths indicating you were already close.
"You can let go as long as you come around my cock later" his lips were pressed against the shell of your ear.
You nodded erratically, holding onto his biceps, with one final stroke of your g-spot, added pressure on your clit you were unraveling under him, head thrown into the mattress, legs shaking as he carried on pumping his fingers into your tightening pussy.
Your hands were grabbing for the zip on Cillian's trousers, he chuckled lightly batting your hand away "no touching, it's all about you, you've been so good"
He stood up discarding his trousers and boxers, you almost cried out in pleasure at the sight of his hard cock standing to attention, veins nearly pulsing with the tension.
Cillian crawled back over your heated body, running the head of his cock against your slick folds, you could swear your body was on fire, you needed release again, needed him inside you.
"Cillian, baby please" you whimpered propping yourself up on your elbows, watching him dip the tip of his cock into you.
"Want me to fuck you eh?" He smiled his charming smile, you jerked your hips trying to get him inside your clenching pussy.
"Yes fuck me please" you mumbled, voice breaking with the pressure growing in your abdomen, he nodded finally pushing forward, filling you completely in one swift move, stretching you, sending a wave of pleasure over your whole body.
Cillian's blue eyes had turned a shade or two darker, his hands on your hips pulling you to meet his thrusts , legs wrapped around his waist, he lifted you off the mattress, as he knelt onto the soft duvet, using his hands to guide you up and back down in a perfect rhythm.
Sweat was building on his forehead, your hair once perfectly curled for your party was sticking to your back and forehead, your sticky bodies hitting together as he pounded into you, losing the strength to hold you up, he dropped you back, not stopping his thrusts as he lent over you.
His lips wrapping around your erect nipple sucking and nipping, your hands were tugging at the hair on top of his head the perfect length for getting your fingers into.
"You look so fucking beautiful" he was pressing his lips to your collarbone, nose nudging your jaw before he finally kissed you, biting at your lip before his tongue slipped into your warm mouth, hips still snapping into yours.
"Fuck..Cillian, this is amazing" you sighed hands cupping at his face. Eyes locked with his intense and wide as the tip of his cock brushed your g-spot, he knew exactly how to angle his hips to find it.
"Just treating my birthday girl to what she deserves, looking fucking gorgeous all evening, dancing with her friends grinding them to tease me" his hand grabbed at the flesh of your backside, kneading it with a rough squeeze as he pulled your leg to sit flush against his hip.
"Just wanted you to take me home, all night wanted to be alone with my man" you confessed, nails scratching down his back in appreciation.
"People whispering about me being too old for you I heard them, but does any else make you feel this good?" He asked stalling his hips, his cock resting inside your needy cunt.
You shook your head "never, only you, you're not too old, you're mine" you pushed your hips off the bed, needing some friction from him anything.
He was peppering kisses across your face, you claiming him as your own making his hips snap faster into you, you were moaning with no stop from the sweet noises leaving your mouth, he was so close his abdomen tightening, the feeling of his cock twitching against your walls, he was panting, forehead pressed with yours.
"I can't hold out much longer" he confessed, you moved your hips causing a primal moan to pull from his throat.
"Cum in me Cill.. let go for me" you were circling your hips, causing a friction between you both, then his hips stalled, thrust sloppy as he came in you, pushing you over the edge for the second time, calling out his name as you done so.
Cillian was still on top of you, holding himself up by his forearms on the bed, "Happy Birthday, baby" he smiled slowly dragging himself from your swollen pussy, rolling to lay beside you.
The feeling of his cum dripping between your thighs was something you wouldn't ever get bored of, having decided that you being on birth control was enough to not use protection after about four months of being together.
"Best present ever" your hand ran across his cheek cupping his jaw.
"oh there's more" he stood up, you watched him cross the room, his bare bum was sculpted perfectly, he returned from the walk-in wardrobe, your mouth pratically watering at the sight of him, still semi-hard as he made his way back to you, three gift bags in his hand.
"I like this present best" you giggled fingers grazing across his cock, he let out a low groan, gift bags discarded on the floor as you crawled across the bed on your knee's, licking your lips ready for the sweetest gift of all.