Been working on this for a while, because I was so busy the last few months. I thought about doing this, just because the game is standing around in my home, so why not try this out. Just let me know if yall like it and if I should continue that
One of the facts that originally endeared Cillian Murphy the most to me was his life-long love of the Beatles. He once said of them: “The Beatles are my, kind of, musical touchstone..I think they probably represent, in my mind, one of the greatest artistic achievements of the 20th century. Not just musically, but in terms of their humor and their sort of friendship and their tolerance." The Beatles have played such an incredible role in my own life, both creatively and personally, so I thought that this year to celebrate Cillian's 49th birthday, I'd write thirteen one shots starring a variety of characters Cillian has played over the years. Each story will be inspired by a song from each of the Beatles' thirteen albums, starting with Please Please Me and ending with Let It Be. I will post one a week for thirteen weeks.
To Cillian, I borrow the words of Sir Paul McCartney when I say: Happy Birthday to you.
WEEK ONE: Please Please Me: Jackson Rippner, Please Please Me
WEEK TWO: With the Beatles: Tom (The Party), Money (That's What I Want)
WEEK THREE: A Hard Day’s Night: Robert Fischer, Can't Buy Me Love
WEEK FOUR: Beatles For Sale: Thomas Shelby, Baby's in Black
A KINKTOBER SPECIAL - SEX TAPE WITH JONATHAN BREECH
Pairing.| Jonathan Breech x fem!reader
Summary.| You lose a bet with Jonathan. He has to record the experience to ensure it’ll happen again.
Warnings.| Dubcon, fingering, p in v, unknown recording, blackmail.
Word Count.| 1.4k
Notes.| Never edited this one hahahah so maybe i’ll do it down the track lol
Jonathan Breech had a non-wipeable smirk on his lips as he rode his bike down your street on this gloomy day. Typically, he wore that stupid gray trapper hat of his as he booted down the kickstand outside your front porch. He skipped up the porch stairs and dramatically knocked on your front door. After you made him wait, the door flung open revealing your fluffy robe as you looked him up and down with dissatisfaction. As you carelessly invited him into your home, Jonathan nodded his head in approval, his hands fisted into his pockets as he waltzed around the empty living room.
“Nice place” he commented quietly, earning a soft scoff from you.
“Don’t act like you care” you snorted, crossing your arms across your chest.
“Hey! You want to do this as much as I do” Jonathan chuckled.
Quickly, you stomped towards him, standing mere inches away from him as he smirked at your restricted rage.
“I don’t want this at all” you growled, jabbing your fingers onto his right pec.
“Oh, stop playing hard to get” Jonathan teased, his hands snaking to your waist.
“You cheated…” you mumbled, your tone softening as your eyes lowered. You watched his squeeze the robe over your hips.
“Don’t be a sore loser now… I want us both to enjoy this” he murmured, his hands pulled you closer to him, his lips teasing yours by just brushing them against one another.
It was hard not to give into your desires and kiss him completely. But your amour propre was still too high, especially for your provoking classmate who’s ego was taller than his height.
Jonathan had been trying to woo you for months. However, you were like the roadrunner, you could never stop dashing away from him. Until he made a bet that you couldn’t refuse. For your final test in your mathematics class together, the highest mark would win. He’d be forced to never speak a word to you again. If he won? Your body. Jonathan was borderline failing so it seemed too good to be true. He proved you wrong when your teacher distributed your results. A two percent difference, to Jonathan’s benefit.
It’s not that you found him unattractive or anything, you just didn’t like his attitude at times. Not to mention the boost you got at him almost groveling below you. It was nice to be wanted, even though it was just downright sexual desire.
“How do I know you won’t just tell everyone as soon as you’re done with me?” you mumbled out.
Jonathan chuckled lightly before kissing you softly. “I’m a man of my word” he whispered before kissing you far more passionately.
Gradually, your arms snaked around him and you squeezed his body. The stress of if anyone found out about this disappeared from your mind, your focus completely on the goosebumps he gave you. As your hands ran up and felt the fabric of his stupid hat, you yanked it off and threw it across the room.
“Bedroom” he stated with a huff as your lips started for a split second.
If you didn’t lead him to your bedroom fast enough, he was ready to fuck you in the hallway. As you tumbled into your bedroom like horny animals, Jonathan smiled at the state of your room. Rockstar posters still on the wall, desk in the corner and plant pots all around your room, your childhood teddy bear on your bed. The floor was free of any dirty clothes or rubbish and a honey scented candle was lit.
Jonathan slipped off his jacket and pushed you both onto the bed. After he planted sloppy kisses all over your face, he untied your robe and groaned at your matching baby pink lingerie set.
“Was this to make me feel special?” Jonathan chuckled.
“Shut up” you huffed, subconsciously you covered your arms over your bare body.
Jonathan tutted and moved your arms to your side before he pressed his body on top of yours. As he humped his erection against your hips, he moaned into your mouth. You eagerly pulled his shirt over his head.
“Strip naked” he ordered firmly.
Huffing out in protest, you gave in and stripped completely naked before him. His hungry eyes took in every inch of your glory.
“Face down, ass up” he continued on.
You obliged and pressed the side of your face against the mattress, you ass poking out to him. Jonathan approached you and rubbed his fingers over your dripping cunt.
“Oh fuck Johnny” you moaned as he slipped his finger inside of you.
“I said face down” he huffed as he watched your head begin to turn back.
You clenched around him at his demand. Submitting to him was more pleasing than you had anticipated. Jonathan slipped his fingers out and quickly undressed. However, silently he retrieved the camcorder from his jacket pocket and turned it on without a sound. A relieved exhale left your lips as you heard him rip open the wrapper and snap on his rubber.
The tip of his cock is pressed against your entrance and you murmur out. Slowly, he pushed his thick member inside of your squeezing walls.
“You like that baby?” Jonathan cocked an eyebrow as he slowly buried his cock completely inside of you.
“Yeah Johnny, so good…” you lightly moaned, your eyes fluttered back as you adjusted to his size.
“Fuck baby, should have let me fuck you sooner” Jonathan chuckled as he slowly began to pump his size in and out of you, his fingertips rubbed near your clit.
You hummed out in response, hips rocking back as you quickly matched his rhythm. He held the camera right above you as he rocked his hips back and forward. Occasionally he would direct the device to the back of your head as you moaned out in pleasure. He made sure to give you plenty of compliments to keep you satisfied.
“Like my cock?” Jonathan grumbled
“Yeah Jon, I like it a lot” you admitted carelessly.
“Should we do this more often?” Jonathan chuckled darkly.
“Yeah” you gasped as he hit your g-spot.
Repetitively, his head brushed against your sensitive bundle of nerves, your walls clenched heavily around him.
“Oh Jonathan!” You cried out, hands gripped like iron onto the bed sheets as he pounded into you.
Without even anticipating it, your high crashed over you. You screamed out in ecstasy, your hips rocking impulsively back onto his twitching cock. By how tightly his cock squeezed around you, he quickly came hard, his heavy load of cum swiftly begun to drip out of his condom.
“Fuck baby! So good, so fucking good” Jonathan praised as he slipped his length out of your soaking entrance.
He was the first guy to ever get you to finish. But you weren’t going to give him the glory by telling him that. You panted heavily, gasping for air, eyes closed shut.
“Smile for the camera baby” Jonathan grinned widely.
Your head shot back and you shrieked as you flipped yourself around and covered your body.
“Jon-Jonathan! What the fuck!” you yelped.
“What!” He mocked your tone and pitch.
“What the fuck is wrong with you! Turn it off!” You demanded, a mixture of panic and fury in your voice.
“No, no… Need to be sure we’ll be doing this again” Jonathan laughed heavily, a stern tone in his gleeful voice.
“Jonathan please!” You begged, your body trembled and eyes swelled.
Jonathan sighed and switched the camera shut. He pouted at you as he reached for his boxers and slipped them on without breaking eye contact with you. Gradually, he crawled onto the bed, the camcorder now placed on the floor.
“Come on, we were having so much fun, weren’t we?” Jonathan whispered, taking your body in his arms. He planted his lips onto your neck.
“Yeah…” you sniffled. Jonathan moaned in agreement, your eyes remained fixed on the camcorder as he worshiped your body.
“It’s not like I want to show anyone anyways…” He reassured, his hands trailing over your curves. “I don't want other guys ogling you” he continued, the possessiveness and jealousy dripping out of his words. After a short moment of silence, Jonathan looked into your eyes. “So, same time tomorrow?” He smirked at you.
“Fuck off” you muttered and shoved his hands off you.
Jonathan laughed lightly and slid off the bed. Quickly, he slid on his clothes, making sure to wave the camcorder at you before he slid it into his pocket. “See you then, in the meantime I’ll be watching our film” he smirked before picking up your robe and throwing it in your direction.
There was no farewell from you, he quickly left, not forgetting his hat before taking off on his bike.
