The Dinner Party - Cillian Murphy x Reader
Summary: Cillian can’t wait any longer to fuck his friends daughter after finally seeing her now that she’s legal
Warnings; age gap, riding, fingering, p in v, oral (fem receive), he’s a giver, sneaky and a creeper, met when reader was underage but like a good boy he waited, affair / cheating, general smut and adult content + alcohol / intoxicated behaviour.
(ALSO ONE USE OF Y/N I LOVE IMAGINING HIM SPEAKING TO READER DIRECTLY and I feel like he’s just one to use a girls name when speaking to them anyways)
Notes: sorry I haven’t been active, I’ve been fucking my boss lol (proudly, I am not joking) + I wrote this ages ago so it may be horrible xox
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The dinner party was coming to a close, broken champagne glasses splattered shards over the linen covered table as the candles had burnt to a crisp and the wick began puffing black. Most importantly, the guests were heaving the thick scent of alcohol which filled your fathers living room with dancing, laughing and kisses being shared between people they’d cringe over the morning to come.
Your best friend has drunkly jumped into your swimming pool fully clothed, the cool water up to her chest as she stayed eager to persuade you in with her.
The heat of the drink in your hand had spread across you and left you smiling stupid at her antics, huffing as you chugged the remainder of the convincing liquid down your throat and placing the glass on the table next to you.
“Fine! Fine… just for a while.”
Your words sounded tired but your happiness and excitement was evident, pulling the bottom of your dress up over your head and leaving you bare in your bra and panties.
Squeaking in excitement she twirled in the water, screaming praises about the way your body looked and how ‘sexy’ you were when you were so bare.
Jumping into the pool, the blurred noises had filled your ears and your skin lathered in bumps to the contact of the cold.
“Isn’t tonight so beautiful.”
You raised from the water to see her floating on her back stargazing, the start of summer was like crack to her and you could only find it addictive yourself.
As the pair of you giggled, floated and embraced in the water, spluttering out sentences of admiration to your friendship, the pounding of the indie music inside had become clearer as the patio door swiped open and your parents, plus a couple of their friends, made their way stumbling and laughing to themselves.
Your dad screamed over the thumping drums, breaking your attention away from each other and looking at him.
You screamed and threw your arms up, your best friend following suit with a squeal herself.
Your eyes pulled from your dad who swayed with the largest grin you’d ever seen and landed on his friend, Cillian.
He stood there as your eyes met and his smirk became increasingly evident under the blue moonlight. Lifting his hand that held the beer, he threw you a cheers as his gaze dropped to your exposed body hidden beneath the turquoise blue that transparently hid your frame.
Whether it was the sting of the cold liquid you’d submerged yourself in or the lust in his glance, the chills that snuck up your spine sent a shiver to your core.
You’d met the man once, this time last year actually. You of course knew who he was from the impressive array of movies he’d starred in and you were thrilled to hear your father had befriended the man at a PR event. Striking up a close friendship exceptionally fast with the actor, he was soon invited to one of the beautiful, lavish dinner parties your dad hosted once every year.
You were only 17, but my god was he gorgeous. The smell of his masculine musk that surrounded you, his firm grip on your delicate hand as he introduced himself as a stranger, those piercing baby blue iris’s that undressed you slowly in front of your parents.
No- no, of course he didn’t mean to look at you like that. Of course his eyes didn’t fall from yours to your plush lips, admiring how soft and kissable they were. Of course they didn’t soon fall to your perked tits and felt his cock thicken as he imagined how soft they were to squeeze. And of course, he didn’t watch the way your hips moved you along the marbled floor as he imagined himself biting into your silky thighs as they wrapped around his head.
He was married after all, and he was who he was. A gorgeous, talented, Hollywood actor who would have absolutely no interest in a girl less than half his age with all his glitzy awards and a wife who could please him in ways you had yet to learn.
From the moment he laid eyes on you, you possessed his thoughts which soon spread to his palm as he fisted himself to the mental picture of you in his head. The way your lashes batted and your teeth dug into your lips, the furrow of your brows as you listened to whoever was speaking at the table and the pull of your lips as they spurred out drunken words.
With each step he took out of his home he’d excite himself with the thought he may bump into you, joke about what a coincidence it was to see you in public and ask you how you’ve been.
You were in the corner of his mind, the hallucination in his sheets and the ghost that crept around each promising corner.
You haunted him. You were the coffee he drank, the scripts he read, the women he fucked and the air he breathed.
A year later, here you were, intoxicatingly half naked in your own pool and finally legal.
Like a corpse that revived from the dead, you were deathly beautiful and his haunting desires had manifested in front of his very eyes.
You send him a smirk that expressed pages of expressionless desires that had too, haunted you.
“Right… who’s feeling one more?”
Your father exclaimed as he shot down the last of his beer and raised the glass.
His friends cheered loudly as they threw their arms up and tripped over seemingly nothing back into the house. Cillian’s eyes had remained on yours as they darkened, clenching his jaw through his arousal and cocking his brows up before slowly turning around and following the group inside.
For the next hour you stayed basking in the moon with your best friend, exhausting yourselves with laughter and dancing in the pool that soon brought you to tiredness.
“Thank you for coming tonight.”
You smiled appreciatively at her, sighing out as you held your sore stomach from the stitch that had pierced your lungs.
“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
She pulled you in for one more hug before you swam to the corner of the pool, cursing at the lack of towels to cover you from shivering in the cold summer air.
You screamed, repeatedly.
Of course, no response as the music had grown louder- if that was even possible, and most definitely impaired him from hearing your desperate screams.
You pulled yourself up from the pool and grabbed your dry dress, wrapping the material around you the best you could.
“Stay here- I’ll get us towels.”
You pulled open the door and immediately got hit with the smell of whiskey, the pounding of the music and the lack of lighting that explained the mass amounts of broken glass on the countertops and floors.
Sneaking through the walls, you almost made it to the living room when the sound of a man clearing his throat caused you to snap your neck into the kitchen.
There he was, leaning against the counter with that god forsaken smirk he glared at you and his eyes amused at the state you were in.
Cillian brought the tip of his bottle to his lips, swinging it back as his gaze dropped to your dripping body.
His cock swelled in his pants, admiring how delicious you looked when you were wet.
You said sweetly, turning your full posture to him and grinning shyly at his question.
His lips parted as his gaze was hot and obvious, leaking arousal out your cunt as he licked his bottom lip at the sight of you.
His voice was low and quiet as he complimented you, your blush pricking your chest as your pussy clenched around nothing. You dropped your head down as your grin grew to avoid is lustful gaze as his intimidating presence was growing unbearable.
“Oh come on… don’t get s’shy on me now.”
His voice was soothing as he babied you, leaving the counter to slowly walk over you as he dropped his neck to meet your low gaze.
Before you got the chance to respond, your father had barged in and greeted you with a loud welcome.
“Hey! Don’t try courting my angel…”
Your dad had turned to Cillian, raising his voice and finger to point at him in a joking manner.
Cillian chuckled as he pulled his gaze off your dripping tits, cock now painfully erect as he decided then and there he needed you. Brushing past you as he walked through you and your father, the skin of his arm grazed yours and you shivered at the contact.
Your best friend had eventually left and so did the rest of the party, a few members having to stay overnight in an attempt to avoid the danger of the road at this time in their intoxicated state.
You sat wet in your bedroom, heart pounding as you repeated his compliment in your head and smirking at just how smooth and silky his voice was when he purred it to you.
Standing up, dropping your towel and pushing into your bathroom, you didn’t bother to close the door fully as your tile walls filled with warm steam.
Lathering your exposed, erect nipples in your body wash and rubbing your soapy palms across your body, you were lost in the thought of him as you bathed and cleared your scent of the chlorine.
Unbeknownst to you, Cillian was one of the guests who stayed. With your parents in their bed and everyone else passed out, he sneaked up the stairs on the edge of his toes and leant against the large wooden frame that kept you safe from him. Placing his ear on the wooden door his wet bottom lip dropped open as he listened carefully to the noise of movement inside.
With his palm pressed next to him, his smirk returned as he heard the dripping of your shower head and snaked his other hand onto the doorknob.
Quietly twisting his wrist to open the door, he winced at the squeak and stopped breathing as his heart thumped in his chest at his actions. From the subconscious alert that maybe sneaking into an 18 year olds bedroom wasn’t morally accepted? Especially as an older married man? No, of course not. His heart thumped in fear that he would get caught. That if anyone was to see him now, he couldn’t have you as he needed you tonight.
Breathing heavily as the coast was seemingly clear, he slowly pressed into the door and snuck in through the small crack. Swiftly turning around and pressing his weight above the handle, he quietly pushed it shut and sighed out a relieved huff at his successful entry into your bedroom.
Twisting his neck to the crack in your bathroom door, the corner of his lips curled as he made his way to the beam of light that poured out your bathroom.
Continuing to grin through the alcohol and your arousal of the slight contact you had with him earlier, your skin was warm as the water caressed you. The sweet smell of your soap had intoxicated the room, Cillian rolling his eyes at how your scent was just as addictive as he remembered.
Placing an eye through the gap in the frame, he salivated at how oblivious you were to him, how vulnerable you looked when you were stripped completely and how he could’ve stormed in and forced his thick, throbbing cock into your cunt right then and there.
He watched as the suds ran over your tits, onto your stomach and down your thighs. His veins pulsed through him and his jaw clenched, furrowing his brows and dropping his wet bottom lip at he watched you run your hands over your naked body.
He was growing needy, the tent in his pants poking towards you and thumping under the constraint of the material. He groaned under his breath as he watched you innocently touch yourself, reaching to every crevice of your body that he wanted to lick clean with his own mouth.
Admiring you in an agonising arousal for a few more seconds before you turned the water off, his eyes widened and he stepped back, swiftly but quietly making his way to your bed before sitting down and leaning back onto his wrists.
Stepping out the shower, you reached for your baby pink towel and wrapped it around your body, looking at your blush skin in the mirror before giggling quietly to yourself and opening the door.
Pulling your gaze up from the ground, your throat closed and your heart pounded in your chest as your eyes met Cillian’s. Your mouth went dry and your breath breathlessly left out your lungs, a mix of confusion and excitement fuelling your feet to slowly walk you forward.
He said smirkily, his Irish accent laced with the alcohol he drank earlier and tilting his head as his eyes assaulted you.
“What are you doing here?”
Your whisper was sharp and blunt, your red skin burned purple as you noticed his thick cock pointing towards you.
He licked his lips, slowly pulling himself up from your bed and walking towards you. Stopping in front of you, he lifted his fingertips and grazed them down the side of your arms.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you… have been onto you since last year.”
His voice was a low whisper as it was husky, the grazing of his nails on your skin sending goosebumps to your mound.
“Do ya… do ya think’f me too?”
His eyes met yours and his gaze softened as he poured his blue into you. An odd look of sincerity plastered his face as your cheeks grew warm to his contact.
Your whisper was a scream. He chuckled as his eyes fell to your chest, moving his hands to link his fingertips to the top of your towel and slowly unwrapping you from the cotton.
“That’s not what I asked.”
He growled as the towel pooled at the end of your body, standing frozen as his tongue grazed along this top lip. His eyes grew hungry as they ravished in how beautiful and exposed you were to him.
You quietly admitted. A huff left his chest knowingly.
You wanted to cover yourself, feeling vulnerable to his gaze and suddenly insecure of what he’d think of your naked self. Raising your arms subconsciously you covered your midriff, he grunted as his fingers grasped at your forearms to stop you.
His desperation was evident, grunting through his words as he stared at you like a raw piece of meat, twitching closer to you with each second passing to close to gap between you.
“need to see you, I’ve waited so long.”
He drooled out the last words, finally pulling his eyes up as his brows knitted and landed on yours.
Staring into his eyes longingly, you pushed yourself forward for your lips to land on his. Now starving, he breathed heavily as his palm grabbed the back of your head to press you harder into the kiss.
Quiet, soft moans left your lips into his mouth as he whimpered shyly at your kiss, his mouth opening wider to force his tongue into yours. Accepting into the kiss and moving your head to twirl your tongue around his, he grabbed at your waist and started to pull you back towards your bed.
Unable to get close enough, he pulls you tighter against his torso as his lips press and pull against yours, wetting your mouth as he whined and grasped at your sides desperately.
Finally feeling your mattress at the back of him he sat down as he continued to knead your waist, shimmering back onto the bed and pulling you on top of him.
As the kisses grew aggressive, he flipped you under him and your back landed against the soft, plush blanket and he pulled back to gaze at your equally frazzled state. His eyes dazed and lips swollen, he stared at you through furrowed brows as he caught his breath.
He whined, beginning to kiss the crook of your neck as he grazed your skin against his teeth.
His voice was crying as he pulled back, kissing lower and lower on your bare body and leaving a wet trail.
You moaned softly with your impatience evident, desperate to feel his mouth on your mound as his hot breath fanned your lower stomach.
He chuckled as he dropped his lower half off the bed, his knees banging against the floor as his forearms wrapped around your thighs.
Pulling you with ease so your cunt nearly hung off the bed, he bit marks with his teeth into your fleshy thighs and groaned around the kisses.
“Bet this cunt tastes so good.”
His voice continued to grow whiner, breaking his desperate kisses apart as he praised you.
Planting more kisses as he was getting teasingly closer to your dripping hole, you began clenching both your thighs and walls in an attempt to push him closer.
Your words came out exasperated and he chuckled.
He gazed up at you, cocking his brows and licking his lower lip.
“Yes, god-please… please!”
Your fingers wrapped around his hair and your back arched, your cunt pulsating to finally feel him after waiting for so long.
Within a second his hot mouth was on your mound, lapping his wet tongue to taste how wet you’ve gotten from his teasing.
He pulled apart for a split second.
Attaching his lips once more, he began hungrily eating at you as your hips twitched beneath him.
Holding you firm in place as his tongue traced from your hole to your clit, your back arched as he quickened his pace and you couldn’t help but whimper under his touch.
Groaning in response, his tongue slipped into your cunt and fucked you fast, groaning at how sweet your pussy leaked onto his mouth.
As you squirmed and wiggled beneath him, he dug his nails into your skin and moved his head in synch to your attempted escape from his tongue.
Moving his tongue to your clit once more, he traced figure eights and removed his right hand, placing two fingers at your entrance he began circling teasingly as the tips of his digits picked up your arousal.
Slowly pressing them into your hole, a gasp left your lips as you let go of his hair and grabbed the sheets beneath you, your knuckles turning white in an attempt to not wake anyone up with your muffled screaming.
He removed his mouth from your mound and began curling his fingers mercilessly, your legs being to tremble as you felt your orgasm knot in inside of you.
Staring in awe at the way you shook to his fingers, he stared at you in a daze and admired the way you took your pleasure so well.
“Fuck! I’m cumming…I’m cumming”
Your words were fast and mumbled, the heat in your core overbearing and possessive of your limbs.
The knot in your stomach was growing painful, needing your release as you whined against your sheets and shook uncontrollably.
Your orgasm shook over you, causing you to convulse as he continued to finger fuck you through your climax.
“Such a pretty girl when you cum hm?”
His voice stayed low and you moaned and cursed through your shaking, grasping the sheets desperately as white noise filled your ears and stars appeared at the back of your head where your eyes rolled.
Slurring out his name as quietly as you could, the violence of your orgasm took over you as you continued to remind him of who made you feel this good.
Slowing down his fingers, he delicately pumped in and out of you as you came down from your high. Your chest heaved as you began reconnecting with reality and lowering your gaze to meet his starstruck glare.
Slowly dragging his fingers out, he placed them to his knuckles in his mouth and licked them clean.
Your cheeks pulsated a heat as your orgasm was powerful and overstimulating, staring at him lick his fingers clean.
You moaned out, the exhaustion of how hard you came made you unable to speak a coherent word. Slowly standing up as his knees wobbled, he stood over you in triumph and fell on top of you again.
His throbbing, veiny cock pressed against your leg and your cunt began salivating at the sensation of his arousal, gasping at how big he felt through his pants.
Kissing you with no hesitation once again with an open mouth, he flung you over so you were on top and your boobs hung below his face.
Continuing to kiss you needy, he grabbed your ass and began dry humping you through his jeans.
He panted through the kisses, whining quietly as his painful hard cock begged to fuck your tight walls.
“Needs- mhm- to feel you baby.”
You continued to rub your wet cunt over his constrained cock, sitting up with no time to spare you whipped his belt off and unzipped his awfully tight crotch.
Raising his hips to shift his jeans to his thighs, his underwear soon followed and his massive shaft was suddenly protruding into your mound.
You could only muster a slight compliment before automatically grinding on the underside of his cock.
“Who got you so hard, Mr.Murphy?”
Your head swung back as your clit was caressed with his leaking red tip.
You looked back down to see his mouth dropped, his glazed eyes staring at where you were rubbing on him and a red flush that bruised over his knitted brows.
His head lulled back, squeezing his eyes shut as his fingers grasped deep into your hips once more.
His groan vibrated through him, urging you to grab the base of him as you aligned his leaking tip to your soaking hole.
You began to drop your hips as he dipped into you, his neck pushing back more into the bed beneath him and his back slightly arching at the sensation of him breaching your tight cunt.
He groaned and elongated his word, snapping his eyes open and hazily looking down to watch as he entered you.
“So fucking tight… this cunts so fucking tight.”
He whined as he panted at the feeling of you continuing to sink down on him, small whimpers breathing out with each of his short breaths.
Swinging your head back at the size of him, you couldn’t help but whimper yourself as he felt so thick and warm inside of you.
“Oh yes… feels- oh- so good.”
You sunk all the way down, moaning with each inch that vanished into you.
Finally reaching his base, you snapped your hips back up so only his beady, white tip was left inside of you.
With no warning, you fell all the way down once more and continued to rock as he groaned to the feeling of his cock stretching you out.
Feeling each inch reach a deeper part inside of you until it hit your navel, your inner thighs dampened with a mixture of sweat and both of your arousals.
Rocking faster as you sped up the way you bounced on him, your room filled with wet slapping noises and his groans that vibrated around you.
A string of incoherent curse words and praises fell from his lips, his face scrunching to a look of pain as the vein in his neck bulged and his breath knocked out his chest.
“Oh yes… taking my cock so- oh fuck- well.”
He struggled to find a balance of basking in his pleasure and watching you ride him, swinging his neck up to watch and flex at the side of your tits bouncing so delicately and swinging his neck back to squeeze his eyes shut as he tried so hard to not cum already.
He winced, tightly holding onto your sides as he attempted to pause your rhythm.
Your word slipped out with a moan, bouncing fast and pornographically as your ass slapped on his balls and your clit rubbed on his pubic bone.
“You don’t wanna fill my tight pussy up?”
His cock flexed hard at your words, a cry falling from his lips as he rolled his eyes and panted pathetically to try and stop his balls from spilling inside of you.
His voice became ten octave’s higher, squeaking as his hips twitched upwards to fuck you deeper than your own pussy could handle.
“Oh please… please cum for me.”
You bounced aggressively as his legs began trembling, his nails scaring your sides as your chest heated up with a sweat from your rocking.
“Oh fuck- fuck I’m cumming.”
His head swung up as he watched you smirk down at him, your own mouth open for your sweet moans to seep into his ears as you edged him on.
You felt his cock twitch not once, but three times as a warm liquid squirted out to coat the back of your walls.
You watched as he convulsed underneath you, shaking and wincing with the gleam of a tear rolling down his cheek.
His eyes were squeezed shut as his mouth was wet and open, his brows twitching in sync with his cock and his chest heaved breathlessly.
His winces were easy and liquid out of him, his hot cum dripping down his shaft as you continued to fuck him as he filled your cunt with his sticky arousal.
Your bounces slowed as his nails loosened their grip on your side, his heaving filled with whines and chokes, sobbing at the aggressive orgasm that spasmed him into filling you full.
Pulling him out of you as you raised yourself, you fell next to him in a sweat and caught your own breath, proud of making the actor cum as hard as he did.
Laying limp for a couple of minutes with the smell of sweat and sex filling your room, the pair of you stared up at your ceiling as you caught your breath. Turning his head to face you, he blinked in a dazed gaze as he admired how pretty you were in the moonlight.
“You’ve been haunting me- y’know that?”
You turn to him and give him a smirk.
“Couldn’t stop thinking of- mhm- how good you’d feel.”
He pulled his pants on and fumbled to buckle himself back into his clothing.
You smiled in accomplishment.
“Couldn’t stop thinking of you either.”
You turned your head back up to the ceiling, the pang of guilt in your chest as your thoughts flashed of his lovely wife at home.
You asked quietly, earning a chuckle from him as he sat up properly.
He turned to look at you laying lifeless on your bed, your eyes meeting his as you couldn’t help but blush at how gorgeous he looked, even after filling you so well.
“Can’t stand her anyways.”
He huffed out and rubbed his thighs, sighing deeply as he stood up and slowly walked towards your door.
Confused at his statement and how fast he was leaving, you sat up on your elbows and furrowed your brows in confusion to his fast arrival and even faster departure.
You felt pathetic asking, watching him walk away feeling used after he made a mess of your insides and bedsheet.
He grabbed the doorknob and turned to look at you, smirking as he cocked his head in amusement to your question.
“You’re everywhere I go honey…”
He turned the doorknob and it squeaked quietly.
“You’ll see me soon enough.”
Without hesitation or another look back at you, he slipped out your door and left you feeling just as naked as he did when he arrived.
Huffing out and laying back onto your bed, a knot of anxiety built as the guilt of your actions took over you. He’s done this before, and he’ll do it again.
