#diego luna smut
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settle down
pairing: Cassian Andor x wife!reader
warnings: SMUT 18+, fem receiving oral, breeding kink, p in v, fingering, size kink, cockwarming if you squint
summary: Cassian gives up his job in the field to start a family.
word count: 4,350 (went a lil crazy)
Cassian had been gone on his latest mission for five weeks. When you got off work he was waiting for you outside the building you worked in. You had practically dragged him home, allowing no time for conversation. You pulled him on top of you when you got into your house. You were desperately kissing him and touching any part of his body you could find when Cassian’s comlink started beeping. He pulled away from you, but you grabbed onto him tightly.
“Kassa, no! Let it ring! Please,” you begged him. Cassian gave you a peck on the nose.
“I’m sorry, my princess. It could be about the mission debrief,” he said as you clawed at him.
“Please, Kassa,” you whined but he detached himself from you and answered the call. You heard him talking indistinctly as you laid on your couch pouting. A minute or two later Cassian came back into the room and started picking up his discarded shirt and jacket.
“You’re leaving?” You complained, sitting up.
“Just for a quick meeting, my princess,” Cassian said. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
“I already know it,” you pouted as you crossed your arms over your chest. Cassian chuckled. He pulled his shirt over his head and then kneeled down to meet your eye. He rested one hand on your thigh and reached up with his other, taking your cheek in his hand.
“It won’t be long, beautiful. I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he said. You broke eye contact with Cassian and looked away from him. You gave a small nod. Cassian sighed but he rose to his feet. He kissed the top of your head and headed for the door.
You sat on the couch and waited. You were so tired of being home alone. You had gotten the home off base to share and you were the only one who was ever there. You loved Cassian and Cassian loved his job and you loved him for that, but you had to admit that there were times when you wished he would just stay home with you. You knew in your heart that Cassian would never be able to take a desk job, and you’d known that when you married him. He had promised to give you a family one day, but you knew your whole life was going to be spent missing your husband. You accepted that. It was the price of loving Cassian, and you would’ve paid any price for the honor.
The door to your home slid open behind you and you heard Cassian unlacing his boots. He came into view and sat back on the couch with you. He had a wide smile on his face. He looked light and happy which was abnormal for Cassian. He pulled your legs up across his lap and rested his hands on your thighs, hands spreading wide to touch all of your body that he could.
“When do you have to leave again?” You asked sadly.
“I don’t,” Cassian said, his smile immovable. You screwed your eyebrows together in confusion.
“You don’t have to leave?” You questioned. Cassian shook his head.
“No. That meeting was for me to sign my discharge papers,” Cassian told you. “I’m taking a desk job,” he finished.
“A desk job?” You repeated. Cassian smiled and nodded. He had been excited to share his surprise with you.
“Yes, my princess. So that we can finally have a family,” he explained.
“You—You’re—What?” You were in utter disbelief. This was so un-Cassian.
“We’ve both wanted a family for a while now, but I’m never home long enough,” Cassian said. “I need to be home for you. For us.” You thought for a moment.
“Cassian, you love field work,” you said.
“I love you,” he said.
“Kassa…you’re not going to be happy,” you started. You wanted him home. Of course you wanted him home, but you knew your husband. And he was not a paper pusher.
“You make me happy,” he said. You shook your head.
“It’s not the same, Kassa.” Cassian gave you a look that you knew meant he wanted you to keep explaining. “You love your life as a spy. You love running from people and at people and fighting and hiding and being in danger. It’s who you are.” You ran a hand along Cassian’s cheek. “And I love you.”
“I love you too,” Cassian said.
“But you won’t be happy if you take a desk job,” you finished. Cassian smiled at you lovingly. You cared for him so deeply and he was acutely aware of how lucky he was to have you in that moment. He knew how badly you wanted him home, but even when he was offering it to you, you were still worrying for him and what he wanted.
“I’ll be happy,” he said. You started to argue again but Cassian kept talking. “I’ve been thinking about it since we got married, but the Rebel Alliance was struggling,” he confessed.
“Kassa, you love being in the field. You can’t sacrifice that.”
“A family with you is worth any sacrifice. My job isn’t even a sacrifice.” Cassian could see you were unconvinced. “I did not quit before because I wanted the galaxy to be safe for our family,” Cassian said.
“So, you want to start a family? Settle down?” You asked in disbelief.
“I have always wanted to settle down with you, my princess.” You pursed your lips as you looked into Cassian’s eyes. You were searching for any sign that he wasn’t sure, that he might regret this later. Cassian could tell what you were thinking and took your hands in his, giving them a squeeze. “I’m sure about this, my princess.”
“You’re really ready for this?” You asked.
“I am not just ready. It’s what I want,” he assured you. He took your face in his hands and tilted your forehead to lean against his own.
“Kassa,” you started, but Cassian interrupted.
“Please, beautiful. I want to be home with you. I want you to have my children,” Cassian pleaded. You nodded, finally sure that he truly wanted this—that he wouldn’t miss his life in the field.
“Should we start now?” You asked with a smirk. Cassian chuckled.
“We could at least start practicing,” he said.
The next thing you knew, both of you were naked and Cassian had you sprawled out on your bed as he kissed up your body from your ankle. His eyes were on yours as he ascended your body, his soft kisses and touches drawing goosebumps to your skin. You reached down and laced your fingers with his messy hair. It hadn’t been cut since the last time you saw him. His beard was scratching against your soft skin. His kisses reached the apex of your thighs. He stopped and started to pull your legs further apart for him but you tugged at his hair to get his attention.
“Just fuck me, Cassian,” you begged.
“I haven’t tasted you in five weeks, sweet girl,” Cassian said. “I need you, please,” he finished. A small moan escaped your lips at the desperation in Cassian’s voice. You nodded wordlessly to give your approval. Cassian resumed his actions of spreading your legs for himself. He pulled them wide and then pushed them up so that you were being folded in half.
“Kassa,” you murmured when you felt his warm breath over your clit. Suddenly you felt his soft tongue dragging through your slit. His movements were slow and decadent. He was savoring every drop of your cum that he could swallow and the taste of your skin on his tongue. He moaned against your cunt as he continued to make his slow and lazy strokes through your folds. He had you moaning helplessly, unable to keep quiet for even a second.
“I love the way you taste,” Cassian groaned against your pussy. His mustache and beard were glistening with your cum when he leaned away from you. “I could eat your pussy all day.” He leaned back down to your cunt. He continued his self-indulgent slurps at your dripping folds, stopping every now and then to suckle at your clit. He was worshiping you as you laid there with your hands clutching at the sheets and mouth wide open in bliss.
“Cassian, I want you inside me,” you called down between your moans.
“Come for me first, sweetheart,” Cassian told you.
“Don’t wanna, Kassa,” you whined. “Want you inside me now.”
“Hold your legs open for me,” he ordered. You sighed dramatically as you took hold of your knees and kept your legs spread wide for Cassian. He released his hold on you since you were now holding your legs open. He reached down with his right hand and rubbed his ring and middle finger over your slit, collecting a bit of your cum on his fingertips. He looked up at your eyes as he pushed his fingers into you, watching the way your face contorted as his fingers stretched you.
“Now you have me inside you, sweetheart,” Cassian said as he leaned back down, reattaching his mouth to your cunt. He moved his fingers slowly but kept them hooked inside you as he put pressure against your spongy walls with every stroke. Cassian was luxuriating in the taste of you as he continued to move his tongue against your body. You were moaning frantically as your orgasm approached.
“Oh, Cassian! I’m so close!” You cried out. Cassian moaned against you. He moved his lips to your clit, sucking harshly as he began thrusting his fingers into you more quickly. You dug your nails into his shoulder as you reached down for any part of him you could find. You were crying out loudly in pleasure. Cassian leaned away so he could watch you. He watched your face scrunch up in pleasure. He watched your mouth hang open while you moaned. He watched your back arch away from the mattress before you reached down to grab onto him.
“That’s my girl,” Cassian encouraged you. “How does it feel?” He asked. He pressed his thumb against your clit.
“It feels—ungh! Feels so—mmm—so fucking good, Kassa!” You gasped. Cassian felt you flexing around his fingers and began moving them more quickly.
“Come, baby.” Cassian didn’t need to tell you. You couldn’t have held back a second longer. You screamed out in pleasure. Your legs began shaking as your cunt flexed uncontrollably around his fingers.
“Oh, Kassa!” You cried. You were making an endless string of unidentifiable noises as you came. You let your hips drop back down against the bed as your orgasm began to recede. You took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself.
“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Cassian called down to you after he had given you a moment. He had moved up your body and was pressing soft kisses to your neck and chest. You nodded.
“Yes, Kassa,” you assured him. “Are you gonna fill me up now?” You asked. Cassian groaned at the thought alone.
“Is that what you want, my sweet girl?” He asked you in a low tone. His accent was thicker and his voice was making you weak.
“Yes, Kassa,” you told him. “I want you to get me pregnant,” you finished.
“Fuck, baby,” Cassian cursed under his breath. “I’m going to fuck you till my cum is dripping out of your pretty little pussy.”
“Please, Cassian. I need to feel you,” you whined. You reached down and grabbed Cassian’s cock. You made a few lazy strokes before moving your hands to Cassian’s hips. You were pushing at his body, trying to get him to move to a position so you could get him inside you. He started laughing as he watched your attempts to reposition his body from beneath him.
“Don’t laugh at me!” You snapped. Cassian chuckled as he leaned down to kiss you.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You’re just so cute when you get this desperate,” he said. You whined in frustration.
“What do you want, Kassa? What do I have to do?” You asked.
“Tell me how bad you want me,” he ordered.
“I want you so fucking bad, Kassa. I’ve missed you so much and I need you. Nothing compares to you,” you moaned.
“How did you do while I was gone, baby? Did you take care of yourself?” Cassian asked. This was a game that the two of you played throughout your relationship. You would tell each other how you made yourselves come when you were apart whenever you got back together. You shook your head in embarrassment.
“Couldn’t come without you,” you admitted. Cassian’s expression softened.
“Aw, baby,” he cooed. He kissed you softly, nuzzling his nose against yours. “I’ll take care of you now. Just relax,” he said. He shifted and you felt the warm head of his cock pressed against your pussy lips. Cassian had never had sex without a condom before. He had a chaotic life and he had never been willing to risk pregnancy before. Now it wasn’t a risk though. It was the intention.
“Fucking hell, baby,” Cassian groaned lowly as he slipped into you raw for the first time. “You feel incredible.”
“Kassa, deeper,” you moaned desperately. Cassian followed your instruction without complaint, letting your plush walls suck him in. You moaned in unison as he pushed all the way into you. Cassian stilled his hips once he was completely buried inside you. Part of your sex routine was always for him to give you a moment after he slipped into you. The confidence he carried himself with wasn’t a coincidence and even after three years you still needed time to adjust to his size. Cassian leaned down to kiss you. You involuntarily clamped down onto his cock and he moaned against your lips.
“Can I move?” He asked. You hummed a yes to him through the kiss. One of your hands wound through his hair and the other was clawing at his back and ass. You felt Cassian’s cock begin slowly dragging out of you. You could feel every ridge and vein in his cock without the layer of latex that usually separated the two of you.
“I can feel all of you, Kassa,” you murmured through your moans.
“I know—fuck,” Cassian gasped as he continued his steady thrusts. “You’re so wet,” he murmured. “Never been this wet before.”
“I missed you,” you whimpered defensively.
“Never have to miss me again, sweet girl,” he told you as he began to speed up his thrusts. You let out a dramatic cry almost immediately, still overwhelmed by your first orgasm. After five weeks without release your first orgasm had opened the floodgates of all that you had pent up. Cassian was grunting roughly as he slammed into you. You could feel him pulsing inside you.
“Ugh, Kassa!” You cried.
“Are you going to come for me again, sweet girl?” Cassian asked. His voice was low and almost threatening. Like if you said ‘no’ you would have regretted it.
“Yes!” You cried out. Cassian’s strokes were growing less and less uniform. He grabbed one of your legs underneath the knee and pulled it up, hitching it above his hip.
“Come. Now.” You cried out in pleasure. The new angle was too much to handle and you slammed into your next orgasm, thrusting your hips up from the bed into Cassian’s body.
“Ohh, please! Kassa!” You whined loudly. Your cunt was flexing and tightening around Cassian’s cock as he continued to thrust into you.
“Fuck, y/n!” Cassian shouted. His hips stilled, but you felt his cock twitching inside you and then there was a warmth filling your core that you’d never felt before. You could hear the sloppy sound of his cum in your wet cunt as he made a few more lazy thrusts before stilling inside you.
“It’s so warm, Kassa,” you whispered as his body weight held you to the mattress. “I can feel it inside me.”
“How does it feel, sweet girl?” He asked. His head was against your chest but he tipped his head to press a kiss to your chin, his mustache tickling your jaw.
“Feels good. I want more,” you told him. Cassian chuckled.
“I didn’t give you enough yet?” He teased you. He leaned up on his elbows so he could look down at you. He kissed the tip of your nose lightly. You shook your head.
“Uh-uh,” you grunted. “You said you’d fuck me till your cum was dripping out of me,” you pouted. Cassian was still buried inside you as the two of you spoke. You could feel the weight of his cock inside you. He had softened since his orgasm, but he was big enough that you could still feel him filling you.
“Is that what you want, sweet girl? You want your pussy to be dripping with my cum?” You could feel Cassian beginning to harden inside you. You clenched down onto his cock and pulled a broken gasp from him.
“Please,” you called. “Give me your cum, Cassian. Let me give you a baby.”
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Cassian groaned as he began thrusting again. He was quickly hardening and he only had to make a couple strokes before he had returned to his full length.
“Thank you, Kassa,” you moaned gratefully.
“So desperate for me,” Cassian murmured. “So needy.” He was beginning to build a slow and steady rhythm when you put a hand against his chest. He had been staring at the part of your bodies where you were connected, watching as his white cum seeped out around his cock as he thrust into you. He looked up at you when you touched him.
“I want to ride you, Kassa,” you said. Your voice was light and warm, sounding almost innocent. Cassian nodded. He leaned down and pressed another kiss to your lips before slipping out of you and turning onto his back. He held his arms out as you climbed up onto your knees. You swung one leg over him so you were straddling him. His thick cock was lying against his muscular stomach.
“Come here,” Cassian called to you. You got your hips lined up with his and he wasted no time in taking his cock and pushing the head inside you. You began to slowly push down onto him, both of you letting out erotic moans. You could hear the lewd sound of Cassian’s cum sloshing inside your wet pussy while you sank down onto him. You stilled as your ass met Cassian’s hips, seated all the way against him. He was deep inside you, his tip prodding against your cervix. You fell forward against his chest, overwhelmed by how deep he was inside you.
“You’re so deep, Kassa,” you whimpered. Your head was resting against Cassian’s shoulder, chest pressed to his. Cassian wrapped his arms around you. One hand settled on your ass, giving it a tender squeeze; The other hand reached up to your back drawing a featherlight line up and down your spine. Cassian began slowly thrusting into you as you laid against his chest. You pushed up from his body so you were upright. The hand on your back slid down your body and settled on your thigh. He squeezed the fat of your leg. He had always been very clear about how much he loved your curves.
“My pretty girl,” Cassian murmured up at you. His hands slid up your soft stomach to cup your breasts. He held their weight in his hands, reaching up with his thumbs to run them over your perky nipples. He whispered something in Kenarian under his breath as his eyes drank in every inch of you. The way he looked at you made you feel like a priceless work of art. You’d never liked being the center of attention, but you loved being the center of Cassian’s attention.
You began moving up and down Cassian’s cock slowly, falling all the way down with every drop of your hips. You pressed your hands against his chest to give yourself some balance as you continued to bounce up and down on his hard length. Cassian’s hands were touching every inch of you he could reach. He leaned away from the mattress to sit upright so he could reach you better.
“I love your body,” Cassian muttered. Your hands fell to Cassian’s shoulders and you started bouncing faster, feeling him poke into your g spot with each rock of your hips. You began rolling your hips and when your hips moved forward towards Cassian’s body you gasped and your hips stuttered, falling still as his cock rubbed against the perfect spot inside you.
“Mmmph, fuck,” you gasped.
“What’s wrong?” Cassian asked, surprised by your sudden abandonment of your rhythm. You took a deep breath and began moving your hips again, searching for the same spot again.
“Nothing,” you murmured. “Just felt good.” Cassian smirked, realizing that his cock had made you feel so good that you had to stop moving. He reached down between your bodies and pushed his thumb against your clit.
“Make yourself come, sweet girl,” Cassian ordered. “Make yourself come and I’ll give you another load.” You moaned out in response and quickly began moving your hips again. Cassian began moving his thumb against your clit, sending electric pleasure throughout your body.
“Ahhh! Kassa!” You cried.
“You can do it, sweet girl,” Cassian whispered against your skin. He sucked at your pulse point leaving behind a small purple bruise. You dragged your nails down his chest as you found the spot inside you that had shocked you. You came undone almost instantly.
“Kassa! Kassa! Kassa!” You chanted as you fucked yourself on Cassian’s cock. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling your chest against his and burying your head in his neck. You were panting, trying to recover from your orgasm. The walls of your cunt tightened down on his cock, trying to pull him impossibly deeper inside you.
“Fuck, yes, y/n,” Cassian groaned. His breath caught in his throat as he felt himself come again. You moaned involuntarily as you felt Cassian’s cum filling you once more.
“Yes, Kassa! Fill me up!” You cried. He thrust up into you a few more times before letting you fall still on top of him. After a moment he rolled you off him and onto your back. He crawled down the bed and kneeled between your knees. He pushed your legs apart and stared down at his prize.
Your pink lips were swollen after coming so many times. There was a thin layer of Cassian’s spend around the lips of your pussy. Your inner thighs and ass were soaked with your own wet release. Cassian ran the tip of his finger through your slit. You whimpered slightly.
“Careful. Sensitive,” you warned. Cassian hummed in acknowledgment. He pushed his finger into you suddenly and as he pulled it out, his cum poured out of you in a quick rush and dribbled down your asshole.
“Oh, fuck,” Cassian groaned as he stared at your bare pussy, marked with his hot cum. “That’s so hot.”
“Do you think it worked?” You asked tiredly. Cassian chuckled. He climbed over your body, his weight pressing against you. He pressed soft and gentle kisses all over your face.
“We can keep trying if it did not,” Cassian said.
“We can keep trying if it did too,” you said with a smirk. Cassian grinned. He kissed your lips tenderly.
“We can never be too careful,” he murmured. The two of you curled into one another’s bodies and drifted off to sleep with smiles upon your faces.
Five Years Later:
“Papa, I’m going to be late!” Your daughter complained. Cassian smiled to himself. It was his daughter’s first day of school. She had been talking about it for months.
“You won’t be late, sweetie,” Cassian assured her. “Sit down.” Your daughter plopped herself on the bench by the door and Cassian picked up her small pink sneakers. He slipped them onto her feet. Just then you walked into the room with your daughter’s lunchbox in hand.
“Pay attention, sweetie. I’ll do the right and then you do the left,” Cassian carefully tied your daughter’s right shoe, describing what he was doing as he pulled the bow tight. Your daughter reached down to her left shoe and clumsily tied the laces. She looked up at Cassian with a hopeful smile on her face as she waited for her father’s approval.
“Like that?” She asked.
“Exactly. Good job, sweetie,” Cassian said with a smile. He looked over his shoulder to see you watching him and your daughter fondly. You approached and handed your daughter her lunch box. She sprang off the bench and grabbed her backpack as well.
“Can I go now?” Your daughter pleaded.
“After you give me and mama a hug goodbye,” Cassian said. Your daughter threw her arms around each of you before wishing you a goodbye and hurrying out the door. The two of you followed her out and watched as she skipped towards the shuttle pick up. Cassian wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. You slid your arm around his back, fingers tapping a mindless rhythm against his side.
“She’s going to be smarter than both of us,” Cassian said. You smiled.
“She already is,” you replied. Cassian chuckled. He turned his head and kissed your temple lovingly.
“Remember when you tried to convince me to stay in the field?” Cassian asked. You laughed lightly.
“We all make mistakes,” you told him. The two of you watched the shuttle pull up to the stop. Your daughter got to the door and turned back to you. She gave you a toothy grin and an exaggerated wave.
“We did not make a mistake that time.” You smiled softly at Cassian. You leaned up to kiss him tenderly.
“Yeah,” you agreed. “We got that one right.”
#cassian andor smut#cassian andor x reader#diego luna x reader#diego luna smut#cassian andor imagine#diego luna imagine#star wars x reader
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PLEASE can I please request Cassian x fem reader that involves thigh riding and the use of „good girl“ because I‘m a slut for this man
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cassian andor x f!reader
summary: in which a tight space and Cassian's firm thigh lead to an inevitable outcome. so maybe you don't hate him quite as much as you think you do.
word count: 1.1k
18+
content: NSFW, smut, enemies to lovers vibes, thigh riding, oral fixation, coming untouched, coming in pants, dirty talk (mentions of: unprotected sex, creampies, masturbation)
a/n: i haven't written Cassian in so long, but this idea literally tackled me to the ground and held me hostage the moment i read this ask. thanks nonnie!
Cassian Andor is the bane of your existence.
Between his arrogant, reserved nature, his do-or-die attitude, and every stupidly handsome hair on his annoyingly pretty head.
Fuck him.
Fuck him and his cocky little smirks and the way he purposely let his beard grow back in just to drive you halfway out of your mind.
Fuck the way he thinks he can show you up in every flight and blaster drill, only to still have the audacity to give you something akin to bedroom eyes when you pass him on the base late at night. The way he sometimes tilts his head when he looks at you from across the mess hall the next morning, a small smile tugging at his lips—as if he knows the muffled little sounds as you fingered yourself in the privacy of your quarters were his name.
Over and over and over and—
Fuck his assumption that you’ll let him in, just because you’re as broken as he is. Maybe a little bit more, really.
It’s these thoughts that are playing like a mantra in your head as you find yourself in a precarious position: wedged in a narrow, inconspicuous trench on the outskirts of an Imperial camp. With nowhere to run and your cover nearly blown in broad daylight, the two of you had no choice but to backtrack and slip into the small, overgrown, and undoubtedly long-forgotten hiding spot to wait for the safety of nightfall.
And it would be fine—frustrating, but fine—if it weren’t for the fact that the trench was clearly made for one person.
…which is why you’re now awkwardly wedged in Cassian’s lap, straddling one of his thighs and forced to stare at his infuriatingly handsome face far closer than you’d ever allow yourself to on a normal day when you life isn't at risk.
Faced with the option of entirely wrapping your legs around his waist or plopping your ass in his lap, this had initially seemed like the safest choice. But as Cassian groans quietly at the discomfort of the hard dirt beneath him and shifts his body slightly, you quickly realize that this was a losing battle from the start.
Cassian may look like he’s of average build on the surface, but fuck if he’s not a wall of solid muscle underneath his clothes. In your attempts to avoid eye contact with him, you find yourself distracted by the tendons in his neck, so you’re already mentally scolding yourself when you feel it—the firm, unforgiving press of his thigh against your core.
Fuck.
Memories of the way you’d spent the night before leaving for this mission flow into your mind unbidden, despite your best attempts to clear your head.
Your legs spread wide across your bed, slick arousal painting the inside of your thighs and soaking the sheets beneath you. The delicious stretch of the toy as you eased it into your dripping entrance.
—how hard you came when you closed your eyes and imagined it was Cassian’s cock splitting you open, legs trembling and fingers shaking as you screamed his name into the pillow.
Cassian grunts, moving again, and a small gasp escapes your lips at the pressure of the material tugging against your clit.
“Can you sit still?” you snap, heart fit to burst out of your chest as it treads a frantic beat.
He’s silent for a moment before moving again, ever so slightly, leaving you helpless but to exhale a sound caught somewhere between a moan and a growl.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asks quietly, his breath hot against your ear as you tuck your face into the space between his shoulder and neck.
Later, you’ll blame it on the fucked up adrenaline rush from the danger surrounding you. How goddamn lonely you’ve been since you joined the Rebellion. The unfair way the rough caress of Cassian’s voice sets each and every nerve ending in your body alight.
You can think about how much you’re going to regret this later, when you’re not trapped in a trench with a man who you’re convinced you can’t stand. A man that you spend a whole lot of time thinking about…considering how much you swear you hate him.
Your response is a pointed cant of your hips, warmth curling in your abdomen at the feeling of your cunt freely dragging across Cassian’s thigh, your folds sliding through the slick arousal pooling in your underwear.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, carefully bringing his hands up to grasp either of your hips. The calluses on his thumbs scrape against your skin at the waistband of your pants where your shirt’s ridden up. “You’re stunning, you know.”
“But,” he adds in a low tone as you let out a choked out whine when he tightens his grip and guides your next stroke, “you’re really gorgeous like this, when you loosen the slack on that silly leash you keep yourself on.”
“Cassian,” you gasp out when he presses his hot lips to the exposed skin on your neck, kissing and nipping his way down to your collarbone.
“I know,” he whispers, “Riding my thigh isn’t enough. You need me to fill that pretty cunt.”
You whimper, fisting a hand in his hair, and he chuckles, one hand slipping under your shirt to tease at your peaked nipples.
“I’ll fill every tight little hole of yours with my cum for when we get back to the ship, if that’s what you want.”
“Please,” you nearly cry out, almost forgetting the Imperial troops stationed nearby.
The hand currently squeezing and kneading your breasts slips away and clamps over your mouth as Cassian gives you a warning look, and you nod, continuing to chase the pleasure building between your legs.
His pants are probably soaked with your arousal, too, at this point. And the thought makes your cunt throb. Another desperate sound crawls up your throat ahead of your impending orgasm, and Cassian slips two fingers into your mouth. He hums in satisfaction when the only muffled noise left is the wet slide of you eagerly sucking on his fingers, a sloppy trail of drool sliding down your cheek.
And then your climax hits you so hard your vision goes white, your entire body shaking with waves of pleasure that leave you boneless.
Cassian grasps your chin as you make no secret of the way you adjust yourself to sit fully in his lap now, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You reach between your bodies, surprised to find the hard outline of his cock slightly softened now. Amusement rumbles in his chest as your fingers glide over the sticky area where he came in his pants.
“There’s plenty more where that came from,” he assures you, eyes sparkling with mischief before he leans in to kiss you once more.
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okay pls just like SOFT Cass on Niamos before he gets arrested having just a soft beach vacation moment with the reader thank u xoxox
Summer Fling, Don’t Mean a Thing
Cassian Andor x F!Reader
Main Masterlist | Cassian Andor Masterlist
Author's note: I tried to follow Star Wars lore in this one so you need to know that sunscreen oil = Star Wars version of sunscreen, bathing togs = bathing suits, revnog = alcholic beverage and peezos = poppers/pills
Summary: You're working at Neptune's Resort, a beach front hotel on the planet Niamos. And that's when you meet a mysterious stranger with a lot of credits who calls himself Keef Girgo. What started out as you just showing him his room turns into the best summer romance of your life.
Word count: 7.3k
Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, drinking, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (pull out method lmao), oral sex (male and female receiving) little bit of nipple play, fluff, Cassian being a romantic, semi public sex, drug use, some light jealousy, angst, pet names (sweetheart, baby), no use of y/n
It’s another typical day for you at Neptune’s Resort on Niamos; standing at the front desk and checking people in. It’s the officially busy tourist season for Niamos and you should've had your break forever ago. But the line at the front desk has been endless; a non stop flow of travelers from all corners of the galaxy.
Finally the line is starting to let up. One last guest walks up to your desk and you’re already captivated by him; dark hair, dark eyes and an accent that you can’t quite place where it’s from.
“I’d like a room, please.”
“Sure thing, let me check what our availability is, sir,” you say, scrolling through your holo-pad.
You feel his eyes scanning you as you search for a room for him. And to his luck there’s one left. But it’s one of the most expensive rooms in the whole resort with an ocean front view.
“So we have one room left but it’s four hundred credits a night…”
“That’s okay.”
“Oh, s-sure. Let me get your reservation set up for you.”
You’re surprised. The man in front of you doesn’t look like he comes from money particularly. Yet he’s already pulling out the credits for the first night’s down payment and setting them on the desk.
You slide the credits into your hand and put them in the drawer before returning to the holo-pad to finish setting up his reservation.
“Name?”
“Keef Girgo.”
“And how many nights are you staying?”
“Uh, I don’t really have a set amount of time. At least a week or two.”
You raise an eyebrow before returning your gaze back to the holo-pad.
“Right well this room is available for another week but after that we could move you to a different one if you plan on staying longer.”
He nods and you hand him his key hard.
“Go all the way down the hallway and at the end make a left. It’ll be the first door on your right.”
“Thanks,” he says, taking the key card from your hand.
You walk out from behind the desk, just looking to take your much needed break. But Keef asks, “Oh, are you showing me to my room?” but not in a rude, expectant way; almost like a hopeful tone.
“Oh! S-sure I can show you.”
You lead him down the hallway and feel his gaze all over your backside as you walk. And though you can’t see it, his eyes gravitate to your hips and the way they sway when you walk. You hang a left and stop at his door.
“Well here you are,” you say, turning to face him.
“Thank you,” he says, stepping closer and leaving only a small gap between the two of you. His eyes meet yours before trailing down to your face to your lips.
“Y-you’re welcome. Enjoy your stay! See you around,” you say before walking back to the lobby. You hear the beep of the key card opening his door behind you and you turn to get one last look at him, only hoping to get a glance of him from behind but to your surprise he’s already looking at you. He smiles at you and gives you a small wave. You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment so you turn on your heel and quickly walk away. You walk through the lobby and go down another hallway past the resort gift stop, heading to the break room. The door slides open and you walk inside with a heavy exhale, closing your eyes.
“So who was that?” you hear a voice ask.
Your eyes fly open and you see your coworker, Mara, sitting at a table across the room. You walk over and pull out a chair, sitting down across from her.
“Who?”
“That last guy at the desk! You went down the hallway with him.
“Oh you saw that?”
“Mhm.”
“Just a guest. I was showing him to his room.”
“I didn’t realize you did that for guests,” she says, a smile spreading across her face.
“I don’t! He just… asked?”
“He asked??”
“Sort of? I was just going to my break and he asked if I was showing him to his room.”
“How long is he staying? And what room?”
“At least a week or two. One of the ocean front rooms.”
“Oh so he’s got moneyyy. You might have a new friend for the next few weeks.”
“You’re funny. He’s just a guest. Are we still on for drinks tonight?
“Of course I am, girlfriend. See you later after my shift!” she says, getting up from her chair and heading back out into the lobby.
You spend the rest of your break trying to forget about the mysterious guest who checked in today. But frankly, you spend the whole rest of your shift doing just that; trying to forget about him and his eyes. So that when the end of your shift comes you’re excited to drink with Mara and finally have a chance to forget.
You change out of your work uniform and into clothes you brought with you for tonight. You head to the Neptune Resort lounge and find Mara sitting at the bar. It’s packed tonight, filled with patrons of all different species, smoke hanging heavy in the air. You walk across the room to the bar and sit next to her. She already ordered you a drink, revnog. She slides it across to you.
“You’ll never guess who’s here?” she says, taking a sip of her drink.
“Hmm let me guess. The new clerk from Arkie’s you have a crush on?”
“Shh don’t be so loud!” she laughs, playfully slapping you on the arm, “And no, not him. Your new favorite guest,” she finishes with a tilt of her head.
You turn your head to the direction she gestured to to see Keef sitting at the opposite end of the bar. And he happens to be looking directly at you. You give him a small smile before turning back to Mara.
“Go over there and talk to him.”
“What? No, it’s girls night!”
“So? He’s not going to stay here forever. Go over there!”
“Okay! Okay! I’ll do it.”
You watch her face shift from excitement to shock; she’s looking at something behind you. You turn around to follow her gaze to find Keef standing right behind you, drink in his hand.
“I’m gonna go to the ladie’s room!” Mara bursts out before shooting you a wink and walking away.
“Hi,” you say sheepishly.
“Hi. I heard you two talking and I figured I’d just come over to you.”
Shit, he heard all that?
“Ahh I’m sorry about her. Her voice carries.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” he laughs.
“So where are you visiting from, Keef?”
“Coruscant.”
“And what do you do there?”
“I repair droids. Are you from here?”
He does that thing with his gaze again, shifting from your eyes down to your lips and then back up to your eyes again.
“Born and raised,” you reply.
And a simple conversation filled with small talk turns into playful banter in no time. Your body language goes from stiff and controlled to open and comfortable. You sip your drink and lean into him, your hand grazing his bicep. Your touch lingering on his skin even after you remove your hand. And sure, the alcohol is loosening you up a little. But talking with him feels natural the longer it goes on. The conversation keeps going back and forth, never missing a beat.
Before you know it the space between you two is getting smaller, so small that you can smell him. He smells like the sun, saltwater, and sunscreen oil. You look closer at his face, the apples of his cheeks and his nose a little sunburnt. He must’ve gone to the beach today. And all of a sudden you’re picturing him walking out of the ocean; his hair wet and slicked back, water droplets hanging off his bare chest, the sun hitting him perfectly. Now your eyes are exploring his face; his nose, his dark eyes, the stubble growing in, his lips…
Without a second thought you’re leaning into him and pressing your lips against his. You take in all of him; his scent, his stubble tickling your face, his hand on the small of your back, the taste of alcohol on his lips. You pull back for a second but his mouth follows yours, not wanting the kiss to end. His hands caress either side of your face before returning his lips against yours. His tongue brushes against your lips, asking for access. You want to give it to him but you’re also painfully aware you’re in a crowded lounge right now and that there’s other people at the bar with you…
You pull away and worry flashes over his face, like he’s afraid he did something wrong.
“Do you mind if we go-”
“Back to my room?” he finishes, as if he read your mind.
“Yes, please,” you say, grabbing your bag off the back of the stool.
You turn and scan the room for Mara, just wanting to tell her you’re leaving. You spot her sitting at a table in the corner of the room with a drink. You start to walk over to her but she waves you off and mouths “Go!!”
You shoot her a smile and wave goodbye before interlocking your hand with Keef’s and exiting the lounge together. The walk back to his room is playful, both of you swaying back and forth and hanging off one another. You reach his room and he fumbles around in his pocket for his key card. He finds it and scans it on the sensor but not before giving you a sloppy kiss, not able to keep his hands off you. As soon as the door is open he pulls you inside. You laugh at his eagerness to have you already. Because the second the door closes you’re up against the wall being showered in kisses and his hands roaming your body. Your hands tangle themselves in his hair, tugging at his locks lighty and eliciting a soft moan from him. Your senses become overwhelmed, completely enveloped in every aspect of him. In a rhythmic push and pull the both of you end up at the bed in the middle of the room. You sit on edge, pulling off your dress over your head and watching his eyes scan your form and his mouth fall open. You expect him to get undressed, too, but instead he falls to his knees right in front of your legs. He spreads your thighs apart and hooks his fingers at the seam of your underwear, pulling them down in one swift motion. His hands move to your sides, applying pressure ever so lightly to get you to lay down.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he says softly.
You oblige and lay down on the bed, closing your eyes in anticipation. You feel his warm breath at your core and it sends a shiver up your spine. He chuckles at your sensitivity to just his breath before licking one slow stripe up your cunt which sends even more shivers up your spine. His tongue goes straight to your clit, lapping small, quickly circles around it. But when he starts sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves that’s when he’s got you arching your back and gripping the sheets. His fingers slide up and down your entrance, marveling at how soaked you're getting. He removes his tongue from your clit for a moment, much to your chagrin. But that’s quickly replaced by intense pleasure as he slides a finger into your cunt and replaces his tongue on your clit. His tongue and his finger work simultaneously, mirroring each other perfectly. One hand continues to grip the sheets but your other hand moves to his hair, tugging at it and pulling him even closer into you. You feel him slide a second finger in and you know you’re not going to last. You grind your hips into his face and hand and before you know it you’re coming against him. The muscles in your core contract and release erratically as you close your eyes in pleasure. Your release soaks his hand down to his wrist and coats the lower half of his face. He lets you ride out your high, leaving his tongue on your clit and fingers inside your cunt, just getting joy of feeling your cunt cum thanks to him. But eventually the movement of your hips slows down and he removes his fingers and mouth before removing his clothes, tossing them on the floor in a strewn about pile. He sits beside you on the bed and looks down at you with complete adoration in his eyes, watching the rise and fall of your chest and the way your lashes fan out on your face when you close your eyes.
“Ready for more, sweetheart? Or are you tapped out?” he chuckles.
“No, no!” you blurt out, probably a little too quickly.
You move up farther on the bed, resting your head on the pillows by the headboard.
“Where do you want me?” you ask.
“Just like that,” he says softly.
You nod and spread your legs open. He situates himself between your thighs and brings his hand to your cunt again, collecting your wetness in his hand. He spreads it onto his cock, giving it a few strokes before aligning himself with your entrance. He grabs your hand and pushes into you slowly, studying your face for your reaction to him. You let out a small gasp, keeping your eyes locked with his eyes as he begins to thrust in and out of you. He pins your hand above your head, keeping intertwined with yours while he picks up the pace, driving his length deeper into you. Your walls tighten in anticipation of a powerful release and he can feel it.
“You can do it, sweetheart. Cum for me,” he says looking down at you.
With one last slam of his hips into you you’re coming around his cock, your cunt fluttering around him. He holds in his own orgasm as long as he can so you can finish riding out your high. And when you’re done, he pulls out and paints your stomach in ropes of cum before laying down next to you on the bed.
Panic starts to overtake you. The intrusive thoughts kick in telling you to leave. But instead you’re enveloped in Keef’s scent, the soft sheets, and the warmth of his touch. Running away can wait until tomorrow morning. For now, you rest.
-
The morning light peaks in through the curtains. You roll over on your side and see Keef sleeping peacefully next to you. And that’s when the memories of last night start to hit you; the lounge, the kiss, the walk back to his room, the sex. You sit up and rub your eyes. You’re a little groggy from the post-sex sleep and the alcohol. But thankfully you’re not hungover. Although you’re feeling sick with something else; regret. You’re not one for one night stands to begin with. And he’s a guest at your place of work for crying out loud. But… you did feel a connection with him last night. Then again, it could be the alcohol talking…
You get out of bed and quietly as you can so you don’t disturb Keef. You look around the room now that it’s light and you’re not drunk and preoccupied and it’s nice to say the least. The room is complete with a bed in the middle adorned with soft cream colored sheets and a large attached bathroom. These are the most expensive rooms in the whole resort, you’ve never even stepped in one of them in your time working here. It makes you wonder… does a droid mechanic make enough to stay in a room like this for an indefinite amount of time? Coruscant is an expensive place to live but the lack of plans to leave Niamos has you contemplating. You look down at him sleeping on the bed and your mind starts to wonder… Who is this man?
You grab your underwear from the floor and slip them back on. And that’s when he stirs for a moment. You stop what you’re doing and wait for it to pass. When you think you’re in the clear you pick up your dress and start to step into it. But just as you get one leg in, Keef wakes up, his voice stopping you in your tracks.
“You’re leaving?”
“Uhh-”
“Do you have to work?”
“Well no, but-”
“So stay.”
“What?”
He moves to the side of the bed you’re standing at and looks up at you, taking your hands in his.
“Stay with me.”
“You want me to?”
“Of course I do.”
You sit beside him on the bed. “Okay… what do you wanna do today?”
“We could go to the beach.”
“Sounds good! I just have to go home and get my stuff. I went to the lounge straight after work.”
“So you need a bathing tog?”
“Yes, but I can just run home real quick. I don’t live far-”
You cut yourself off when he gets out of bed (still completely naked) and walks over to the refresher. He comes back with a handful of credits and says, “Here. Go to the gift shop,” reaching his hand out to you.
“Keef, I can’t. This is really generous but I could never.”
“It’s on me,” he says, grabbing your hand placing the credits in your palm with a couple of his hand.
“O-okay, do you want me to go now and meet you back here?”
“Sounds good,” he replies, followed by a tender kiss on your lips.
He goes back into the refresher and turns the water on. You finish sliding on your dress and put on your shoes before tossing the credits in your bag and heading out. You’re painfully aware that it looks like you’re doing the walk of shame in your place of work, complete with sex hair and last night’s clothes. You try to keep your gaze on the floor to avoid making any eye contact with your coworkers. But as soon as you enter the lobby you hear Mara’s voice coming from the front desk.
“Well look who it is!” she laughs.
You look up and make eye contact before walking over to her, cheeks going hot with embarrassment.
“Could your voice be any louder?” you tease.
“Sorry, just couldn’t help but notice someone had a really good time last night. Last night’s clothes, matted hair– You spent the night!”
“Indeed I did.”
“Are you going home now?”
“Not exactly… he asked me to spend the day with him.”
Her eyes widen in disbelief. “Really? What are you guys doing?”
“Going to the beach. And then I told him I didn’t have my swimming togs and he gave me credits to go buy some at the gift shop??”
“Girl, what did I tell you? He’s got moneyyy and you have a new little friend,” she jokes, adding a sarcastic emphasis on the word “friend”.
“It was just one night.”
“Most one night stands don’t continue into the next day… or spoil you.”
“Okay fine! Maybe you’re right.”
“Do you like him at least?”
“I think I do.”
“Well then go get your bathing togs and get back to him already!” she says, shooing you away, “But just know I’m living vicariously through you.”
You laugh and wave to her before walking across the lobby to the gift shop. You pick out a set of bathing togs, a matching two piece in your favorite color, and head to the checkout counter. The clerk is one of your coworkers that you don’t know that well but even she could tell that you’re here in yesterday’s clothes. You avert your eyes from her as she cashes you out and hands you your bag, hastily giving her the credits needed before getting out of there as fast as you can.
I just need to get to the beach already, you think to yourself, picking up the pace as you walk back to his room.
You knock on the door for him to let you in and he answers the door shirtless still but dressed in his own bathing togs. He steps to the side and lets you in. The door closes behind you as you go to hand him the leftover credits but he shakes his head and says, “Keep it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure,” he says, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you into him, pressing a kiss on your temple.
You lean into him for a moment, just allowing yourself to just be held by him before pulling away to change. He watches you as you get undressed and though you were just naked with him last night you’re feeling a little self conscious. But you look over at him and the way he’s watching you and your ill feelings melt away. All thanks to the way he’s admiring you. You finish changing as he comes up behind you in the mirror beside the bed, draping his arms around your shoulders. Every time he touches you it sends little currents of warmth throughout your body, leaving your stomach swelling with butterflies.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?”
“Mhm,” you respond, examining your joint reflection in the mirror.
He lets go to grab the towels and the two of you are off to the beach. His hand interlocks with yours as you walk down the steps to the crowded coastline. Luckily there’s an open cabana left. You drop off your bag and the towels before heading to the ocean, spending time floating in the gentles for a while. The conversation between you and Keef never hits a lull; always lively like you’ve known each other for ages. You have strangely deep and meaningful conversations with him even though you only met the day prior. You can genuinely feel yourself falling for him but you mentally chastise yourself for getting so attached already.
Eventually the two of you head back to the cabana and lay down in the sun. But not before helping each other apply sunscreen oil on each other’s back and shoulders. You can’t help but notice the way he tenses up underneath your touch and wonder if he’s feeling the same as you do.
You lay down underneath the sun together, conversation still flowing effortlessly. Except this time it does go quiet. But not in an awkward way. Instead he rests his head in your lap, closing his eyes and resting peacefully against your soft skin. You bring your hand to his hair, stroking it gently and feeling him melt into your touch. The sun hits his resting face perfectly, highlighting every detail of him. You get the sense he desperately needed rest like this.
And so the two of you stay there for a while, him sleeping soundly in your lap as you people watch and admire the rolling waves. He’s going to feel guilty when he wakes up, for just falling asleep on you like that. But you don’t mind in the slightest.
-
You fell asleep, too. The both of you waking up feeling a little cooked, a slight tan gracing his face. He apologizes profusely like you predicted but you do your best to reassure him that you didn’t mind.
But now it’s nearing the end of the day; the end of your day off which means back to work tomorrow. And you really need to get home. You walk back to the resort with him, hands intertwined again.
You turn to face him on the edge of the resort overlooking the beach and say, “I’d stay with you longer but I really have to get home.”
He nods like he understands but he also asks, “Will I see you again?”
“Of course you will. You know where I work,” you tease.
He pulls you in by the waist for one last kiss before you part ways. You can’t see it but he watches your silhouette walk away until you’re out of sight.
You go home that night still trying to comprehend the twenty four hours. And when you’re bed you find yourself still trying to comprehend everything as you drift off to sleep.
-
Three days have passed. The resort got unfortunately extremely busy. You had to stay late the past two nights. Which meant no time with Keef for you.
But today you finally get off work somewhat earlier in the day and Mara asks while you’re in the break room, “Another girls night tonight? Or are you too busy with your new friend?
“Actually I haven’t seen him in a while,” you reply, trying to mask the disappointment in your voice.
“Girl why not? You know what room he’s staying in. Just show up.”
“Mara, please. I’d never do something like that.”
She sighs. “So girls night it is then?”
“Sounds good. After I get out I’ll go home and change.”
“See you tonight, girl!” she says as you leave the break room.
You finish out the rest of your shift, only about two hours, and spend the rest of the night silently hoping you’ll see Keef again at the lounge tonight. You start to walk home and that’s when you see him across the resort closer to the beach talking to… a woman.
Jealousy starts to course through your veins but you try to stop yourself before you let it overtake you. It was just one night stand but one night stand’s don’t typically last all the way throughout the following day. And he indicated he wanted to see you again. You can’t help it. The jealousy is fully manifesting now. But instead of going over there and causing a scene you just shake your head and walk home, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach. You get home and decide to try and make yourself feel somewhat better. It’s girls night again tonight and if you’re brave enough you can find someone to replace Keef in no time. The resort is littered with rich guests. Although that’s not why you liked him in the first place…
You put on a dress, one that’s black and hugging your form in all the right places. You do your hair and makeup before leaving to walk back to the resort. You enter the lounge and scan the room for Mara. The lounge is even more packed than it was the other night. You weave around tables and slide past groups of people talking before you reach the bar at the back of the room where you find her sitting. She takes her bag off the stool she was saving for you and says, “Someone looks good tonight. Are you hoping to run into a certain someone?”
“Actually, no.”
“No??”
“I saw him talking to a woman on my way home.”
She sighs. “Men… They’re all the same.”
You both order a round of revnog from the bartender, downing it quickly and trying to have fun. But you’re in a mental battle with yourself. Part of you feels hurt; hurt because you thought maybe you felt something with Keef. But on the other hand you feel stupid for getting so attached to a one off fling.
But eventually after a few rounds Mara sees a guy across the room she wants to talk to. Her gaze shifts back to you with pleading eyes.
“Go! Have fun!” you tell her, shooing her off.
She did the same for you the other night. It’s the least you could do.
So that leaves you drinking alone at the bar. You’re sitting and quietly sitting on your glass, facing forward when you feel a presence on your left hand side. You turn your head slightly and see not Keef but another man sitting beside you.
“What’s a lovely lady like you doing here by yourself?”
“Girls night,” you reply nonchalantly.
“I don’t see another girl here with you,” he responds.
You tilt your head in the direction of Mara and say, “She’s over there talking to someone.”
“Maybe that’s what you should be doing.”
You turn your head fully and get a good look at him. He’s not terrible looking but the way he’s “flirting” (if you could even call it that) has you turned off.
“Should I?” you ask playfully.
He spreads his arms open as if to show off himself and says, “It’s all right here for ya.”
Ugh. At least he can keep you occupied while Mara’s gone. And so the two of you talk for a while. You learn his name is Sal and that he’s visiting here from Alderaan. The conversation is okay but eventually it goes stale. You zone out and look past his face, just wanting the night to be over at this point. And as you’re zoning out you see none other than Keef sitting at the end of the bar, his dark eyes fixated on the two of you. You can’t help but notice how tight his jawline is and the way he anxiously taps his fingers on the countertop. Is he… jealous?
“Would you excuse me for a moment?” you say to Sal, downing the rest of your drink and exiting the lounge, not waiting for a reply from him. You’ll worry about your tab later.
You wait in the lobby and pace in anticipation, wondering if your exit worked. And sure enough Keef follows you into the lobby, jaw softening when he sees you alone. His face relaxes as he pulls you into him by the waist, happy to just be with you again.
“I missed you,” he says softly.
You don’t say anything at first. You’re unsure of how to feel and how to respond.
He senses something off and asks, “Are you okay?”
“I guess I was just a little jealous when I saw you with that woman earlier today…”
“What woman…?”
“Earlier this afternoon,” you respond, cringing in anticipation of his response but also at yourself for even making this a thing.
“Oh sweetheart, I was just asking for directions to the Arkie’s.”
“Oh…” you say, looking at the floor and feeling a little silly.
“But it’s cute that you were jealous,” he says, grabbing your chin and turning your face towards his.
“Oh you mean like you were just now?” you tease.
“Mhm,” he says, not even denying it.
He leads you off into the direction of his room, arm still around your waist. He stops at his door and scans the keycard, pulling you into his room.
“So, sweetheart… Do I have to show you that I only want you?”
“Yes. Yes, please,” you blurt out.
He chuckles at your eagerness and softly says, “On the bed.”
You do as you’re told, sitting on the edge of the bed and about to pull off your dress over your head. But he doesn’t want to wait. He pushes you down lightly on the bed, kneels on the floor and spreads your thighs apart. He brings his mouth to your entrance, taking note as to how wet you are already. He licks one long, slow stripe up your cunt to drive you insane, flicking his tongue around your clit at the end. He hooks his arms around your thighs bringing your cunt as close to his face as it can go, completely inhaling your scent and your taste. His tongue moves back down to your cunt, leaving his nose to rub against your clit. You move your hips against his face, getting off on the feeling of his tongue in your cunt, nose at your clit and his stubble tickling your thighs. Not before long you’re coming against his face, your cunt spasming against his face erratically as you ride out your high. You coat the lower half of his face in your release and he laps up every last drop, making sure to comment on how good you taste. When you’re done he pulls away and stands up, getting undressed and ready to fuck you. But you want to pleasure him for once. You bring your hand to his groin, cupping his balls and stroking his already hard cock. He curses under his breath and says, “Baby you don’t have to.”
“But I want to,” you say, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
“Okay,” he says softly, closing his eyes.
You bring your mouth to the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around it before taking him in your mouth. You take in his length, as far as you can go, and wrap your hand around the part that won’t fit. Your other hand cups his balls slightly as you bob your head up and down, listening to all the sounds he’s making. He brings a hand to your hair and holds it gently, never really pulling on it. You feel him tense up and you know he’s close. He pulls out of your mouth, not wanting to finish just yet and moans, “Need you. Now.”
You oblige and pull off your dress before laying down on the bed. He positions himself in between your thighs before inserting his length into you, both of you sighing at the familiar feeling. He places your legs on his shoulders and drives his cock into you deeper and deeper, hitting the most perfect angles inside you. You look up at him as he continues fucking you, chest slick with sweat and his hair getting messier with each slam of his hips. Between all that and the way he’s looking at you with pure lust in his eyes it’s almost like sensory overload. He brings his hands to your breast, caressing the outline of them before bringing them to your nipples, bringing them to stiff peaks between his fingertips. The added sensation brings you to the edge. You cum around him, your cunt convulsing him like a vice. He keeps fucking you through your release, prolonging it and almost going to the point of over stimulation. But then he pulls out and coats your abdomen with his cum. He lays down next to you on the bed, pulling you into him so that you’re spooning. He traces the outline of your body with his hand as you rest together, coming down from the evening’s activities.
“Have I never told you how beautiful you are?” he murmurs.
“Oh yeah?”
“Mhm. You’re perfect,” he says, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder.
“You’re sweet.”
“You could stay with me, you know.”
“Hm?” you ask, feeling the sleepiness already taking you over.
“Mhm. Stay here with me. The commute to work will be so short,” he jokes.
“Okay,” you whisper, closing your eyes and letting sleep consume you.
-
Two weeks have passed since he asked you to stay with him. In the back of your mind you wonder how he has enough credits to do this and when he’s eventually going to leave but you try not to think about it. You’re loving how he treats you and how he makes you feel so you decided you’re just going to live in the moment and enjoy yourself.
He did have to move into a new room after a week, switching to one with the same layout but a few floors higher and a gorgeous view. The resort’s also been pretty busy. And on the days you work late it’s night to just walk into a room there with a warm bed and someone to hold you at night.
On your days off you two either spend time at the beach or around the resort. And since meeting him you’ve grown into the habit of drinking revnog and taking peezos when you’re really looking to have fun.
And that’s the case for today; another one of your days off. The beach has been really crowded all day so you’ve spent the day in the hotel room, twisted in the bed sheets, drinking revnog and popping peezos. Nightfall is approaching and you’re standing on the balcony with him when he says, “Let’s go to the beach.”
“Now? It’s getting dark out and this beach has a curfew.”
“They don’t patrol it at night. I’ve been watching from here,” he says, eyes scanning the beach as people start to leave.
You know what, why not?
“Okay,” you respond.
When it’s fully dark out the two you leave the room and walk down to the lobby where you see Mara at the front desk. She glances at the direction you’re headed and pieces together you’re going to the beach. She gives you a knowing look and mouths “Have fun!” You shoot her wave and continue walking with Keef.
You get to the beach and it’s so peaceful at night when it’s not packed with tourists. You pick out a cabana at the water’s edge and lay there together, just watching the waves. The moonlight illuminates his face and you think again just about how happy you are.
“I wish you could stay forever,” you say softly and also subconsciously.
“Who says I can’t?”
“I mean you have to get back to Coruscant eventually.”
“Right…” he says as if he just remembered something unpleasant.
It falls silent between the two of you, both of you retreating to watching the waves. He has an uneasy look on his face, like he wants to say something.
“Can I… tell you something?” he asks, his nervousness evident in his voice.
“Of course.”
“I don’t know how much longer I’ll be here or where I’m going next but for whatever time I have left with you… I want you to know my name.”
You’re silent, letting him talk freely because it looks like this is a real internal conflict for him. He grabs your hands and says, “My name is Cassian. And I know this is going to sound so suspicious but no one else can know… I just wanted to hear you call me by my real name when we’re together.”
You take a deep breath and say, “Okay, Cassian.”
He smiles and kisses you before you lay down again. The voice in the back of your mind is louder, telling you that this guy is bad news, that you should get out while you can. But the voice is still just soft enough for you to ignore.
His hand grazes your thigh and you decide that you want him. You want to fuck him and call him by his real name (which is much better than Keef anyway). You part your legs and let his hand travel up your thigh. He pushes the fabric of your underwear and shorts to the side, bringing his fingers to your entrance.
“Do you want me, sweetheart?” he says softly. He knows the answer, he just wants to hear you say it.
“So bad, Cass,” you respond, the tone of your voice getting breathier at his touch.
He slips a finger into your already wet cunt, pulling a sharp gasp from you. He curls his finger upwards against your walls as you grow wetter around him. He slips another in and your walls expand around the thickness of his digits. In no time, he pulls your first orgasm from you, your cunt clenching around his fingers as you ride out your high. You do your best to keep quiet, keeping your moans controlled as you soak his fingers.
He removes them from you and slides off your shorts. He pulls off his shirt and hastily removes his pants, desperate to be buried inside you already. He gathers your wetness on his hand and slicks his cock before entering you slowly, closing his eyes at the warm and inviting feeling. He buries his cock inside you to the hilt and curses under his breath. His hands grip your hips as he thrusts in and out of you, brushing your g-spot with each thrust of his cock. You look up at him with the moonlight and stars behind him; truly a sight to behold, your lover above you pounding you on a beach with the beautiful sky above him. He grabs your hand with one final thrust you’re coming around him. Unlike before you can’t keep your moans back, letting them flow out freely and he loves it.
“Tell me how good it feels, baby,” he says.
“It’s so good, Cass. So big.”
Due to your praise he’s at edge, pulling out of you swiftly and coming on your stomach yet again. He lays down next to you and pulls you into his chest. He presses a kiss on the top of your head and says, “Thank you… for understanding.”
“Of course, Cassian.”
“I just love being here with you.”
“Me, too,” you whisper back.
It melts your heart just how comfortable with you he is. You know he’s still not telling you everything about his past but you can tell it’s hard. And you can tell he desperately needed this time to relax and enjoy himself. There’s so much history and pain in his eyes. And you want nothing more than to just be there for him.
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A week has passed since Cassian confessed his real name to you and you’ve gotten more used to calling him that. He hasn’t mentioned any plans of leaving just yet and you not so secretly hope he’ll just stay forever, whether at the resort or in a place of his own on Niamos.
It’s your day off again and you wake up in his bed again, naked and wrapped in the bed sheets. You hear the refresher going and call for him, “Cass?”
“Just washing up, sweetheart,” he responds.
You roll out of bed and get up just as he’s leaving the refresher, shirtless and skin still glistening.
“What are you doing up? Rest, baby.”
“But-”
“Shh rest. I’m just running to Arkie’s for more revnog and revnog, okay? Got any requests?”
“Hmm the green ones,” you say, retreating back to the bed. He bends down and kisses you before pulling on his shirt and saying, “You got it, sweetheart. I’ll be back soon.”
“Okay,” you sigh as you hear the door close.
You lay in bed for a while before deciding to wash up yourself. You get dressed and sit on the edge of the bed and it dawns on you… he’s been gone for an unusually long time. Arkie’s isn’t that far from here and he was only grabbing two things. Where could he possibly be?
Eventually nightfall rolls around and he’s still not back yet. You don’t dare to make a missing persons report because of the secrecy around his name. So instead you just feel helpless.
It’s the next day now and there’s still no sign of him. He paid for two more days in his current room and you opt to stay there just in case he returns. But he doesn’t. When it’s time to check out of the room you gather his things and take them back to your place, still holding onto hope that he’ll come back.
But days turn into weeks and still… nothing. You’re starting to think he just played you. That he just had you when he could because you were convenient. But then again when he told you about his name and how much he loved spending time with you he seemed so sincere. The constant back and forth in your mind is eating you up inside.
Mara notices he’s gone and brings herself to ask about him one day in the break room.
“Haven’t seen your friend in a while,” she comments.
“Nope,” you sigh.
“I’m sorry, girl. I guess it was just a summer fling.”
You let out a long sigh. Just a summer fling indeed.
Part two: This Love Came Back to Me
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Cassian Andor NSFW alphabet
Pairing: Cassian Andor x female reader (no other specifications!)
Word Count: 2300 words
Warnings: multiple sex positions, come feeding, praise, creampie, exhibitionism, sex toys, oral, fingering, nipple play, rimming, finger sucking. Let me know if I forgot anything major!
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Main Masterlist ・❥・Cassian Andor Masterlist
NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Cassian is doting and caring after the act. He loves taking his time smothering you in kisses and running his fingers through your body. There’s something about that intimacy that fills his heart with joy and cannot stop slowly breathing close to your ear as he pulls you closer and closer. He also likes it when you run your fingers through his hair, loving that familiar intimate touch. Cassian also loves helping you shower after the act, caressing your body and lathering it slowly until he makes sure you are clean as you can be.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Cassian does love his face and his hair a lot. He likes also his scruffy beard and loves nuzzling against your neck or cheek or even when you caress him in tender moments. As for the women, Cassian does not have a preference per se, he is just a woman lover through and through and loves being able to caress and touch your body any way he likes discovering what is the most unique thing about you. Cassian also is obsessed with your lips, he loves kissing, he loves making out and he loves the sticky sounds that come with it.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Cassian likes cumming everywhere basically. He loves shooting on your face, and loves it when he paints your breasts with it, and also loves it when he can double finish inside you and watch it all leak out. He also loves feeding you his cum with his long fingers. Is a mental image that stays with him for days and days.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
The dirtiest secret that Cassian keeps to himself is that he loves it to eat your ass and he also loves it when you do it for him. Is very rare and he loves knowing someone else can make him such a mess like this.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Cassian is very experienced. He could not be more experienced, his reputation is well and known along the lands and he has nothing but satisfied partners, his only problem is that he never stays long enough to stick around. But he takes his time, for your pleasure, delaying his as long as you are pleading and begging for no more. He loves knowing he has that effect on you. Also, there is no move, no kink, and no activity that Cassian hasn’t already done or isn’t game for. Cassian in a very well-experienced lover and he never minds taking the lead or taking a seat back depending on the situation.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Riding. He loves you on top of him, breasts bare, hands on his hair, pulling them as you are trying to fuck yourself on him. He of course prefers making no effort at all just watching you struggle. Once he has enough of your performance, he loves pinning you down and grabbing your wrists as he fucks you animalistically against any surface. Also, he loves it very much to fuck behind a door, standing up, with your leg around his back.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Cassian has humor, he knows how to laugh at the funny moment or recite a funny story to have you loosen up easier. He knows how easily one joke can turn into him sliding a finger inside, so he never misses an opportunity to do so. And he also loves hearing your laugh during the act, watching you so happy as he is staffing you fully.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He is as groomed as his life allows him to be. Obviously, there is hair everywhere on his body but his hygiene is the best it can be. He likes taking care of himself and cleaning himself, even if he skips the colognes because he is not living a fancy life out there.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Cassian is romantic during the act because it’s a rare moment where he gets to be as free and as loving as he can be. He kisses you between anything and praises you and repeats words of affirmation and love all the time, worshipping you and the world in every aspect. But he also keeps it rough at the same time. He manages to balance it out perfectly. Showing his affection to you is his favorite thing to do during the act.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Cassian prefers real sex instead of masturbation and is never hard enough for him to find someone but in the moments that he does, he does it slowly, preferably listening to an old voice message of yours or finding a picture of you. His head is full of thought as he brings both hands, one on his cock, one fonding his balls, grunting as he cums. Especially when he has you on the other line of the Comcast link.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Cassian has many kinks. He loves bondage, he loves grinding, he loves your breasts, he loves fucking your ass, he likes some pain, he likes watching you cry from too much pleasure, he loves spanking you, he loves it when you choke him or tie him up. He loves the sloppiest blow jobs and fingering you with his gloves on, shoving his cock between your breasts, and then facefucking you. He loves it in any way he can find and loves switching you but he also loves commanding you and watching you do exactly as he says. He also likes it when you blindfold him and all he can do is anticipate your next move, He also likes it when you are fully naked, riding his thigh while he is all dressed up. And creampies. Basically, he likes it all.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Beds and of course the cockpit. Always the favorite place for any pilot. But mostly he likes doing it in close proximity to being caught, in alleys and behind the bar and mostly behind closed doors and even right where you wouldn’t expect one to. One palm over your mouth and his cock deep between your ass cheeks and into your pussy fucking you fast.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Cassian is one of those people who is always horny, maybe is the way he lives, and the danger that comes with it but he is always thinking about it in some way. So is not hard for him to get turned on at all. But he does love it when you call his name, something so intimate and yet familiar about it.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
He doesn’t have many turn-offs, but he won’t ever do something you wouldn’t want him to do.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He both loves giving and receiving. He likes spending hours eating you out with your legs trying to push his head in and of course he loves watching you gag on his cock, trying to swallow him whole. He is quite an expert at it, pussy eating by now, and is one of the first things he does during the act, he never proceeds to fuck you without at least one orgasm before he gets his cock inside you. He uses both his fingers and his tongue, wanting to have you as wet as possible before he makes a move. One hand always goes up to your breasts squeezing them as the other one has fingers shoved inside you, the tip of his tongue flicking your clit. On the rare days he gets to eat you out for more than an hour, he cums like that shooting inside his pants. Some other times though he is even stroking his cock as you are drowning him with your thighs. Now when it comes to him, he is also cool with whatever you are comfortable with, if you don’t like it fast he will go slow. Even if he likes guiding you on his cock, he also wonders what you can do on your own so a lot of times he just relaxes and watches you do all the work.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Cassian can be anything he wants at the moment. Sometimes he likes it slow, sometimes depending on the day he had he likes it rough, and other times he likes barely moving all night as he is circling your nipples with the tip of his tongue. After a bad mission, he will take his frustration out on you, and on a good day, he will fuck you senseless out of happiness.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He likes quickies. He doesn’t mind at all, having some for a little bit until he can get more later or even on the days he won’t. He also doesn’t mind giving you some as a treat. He could do it several times a day if there is no premise for the night or a couple of times till he can.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Cassian is always game to experiment. He loves taking risks and trying new things. He loves knowing as much as possible as there is to know about the act and he loves trying new things and even new places. He also loves breaking in things and furniture like this.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Oh, Cassian can last. He can last well. He loves taking his time when he can to fuck you and pleasure and he almost always wants a minimum of two rounds if he sees you can keep it up he loves amping that to four. Those rare nights where he reaches seven times are his favorite though but it does take hours.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Well, depending on the narrative whether they exist or not in the universe, Cassian wouldn’t hesitate to use one. He knows the device could be beneficial to the overall experience and he does put your pleasure first and always. Now when it comes to sensory deprivations and tricks he is the first to suggest using them because it’s something he prefers. Whether on him or on you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Cassian loves teasing because he knows he will be fucking and commanding you later. He is going to start by whispering inappropriate things in your ear, making lewd comments, and very rarely touching you because he knows you’d find his voice more compelling for that and he also likes to smirk and wink or even lick his lips together.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Cassian can become loud if he wants to. Most of the time he might try to keep it quiet because the walls are never thin but when he can let loose, he makes sure anyone could hear him. He loves to speak during the act because he is overall a talker and between praises and degrading words, the biggest sound that hangs off his lips is your name. A constant repeat of it is like a prayer. He also has an extremely performative face during the act making you want to watch his expressions.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Cassian loves dancing. He loves to watch you move and swing for him and then give him a lap dance. He loves and craves it but he never ever asks for it. He loves the whole act of you grinding on him and him groping you as you go and likes it even more when all of this is happening during a public appearance. He is pretty exhibitionist like this. He loves the risk of being caught, knowing just three seconds ago he was just cumming inside you while now he is casually talking to someone else.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Cassian has a good physique. His body is overall lean and muscular with various scars covering from his harder days. The occasional tattoo symbolizes something important for him and of course, his favorite part is the marks frpm your teeth on his neck.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Cassian possesses a very high sex drive. He can keep at it for hours and he is always somehow up for it. He would never say no to a quickie, whatever body part it required, oral or physical sex. He likes it often so he almost never says no to it.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
Sex is Cassian’s biggest stress reliever. It doesn’t take him long to fall asleep afterward, holding you close to his arms and rocking you slowly as he whispers sweet melodies against your ear. He loves the romance and the intimacy of the act because he doesn’t get enough love often so he makes sure to savor these rare moments as much as he can. When he falls asleep, he is usually naked with his cock still deep inside you and you sprawled on his naked chest, his hands keeping you warm.
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Moments
Pairing: Cassian Andor x Female Reader
Summary: Casual sex has it pros and cons but feelings makes it a hella lot more complicated...
Warnings: SMUT! NSFW!
Notes: My first time writing for Cassian. I got really inspired by the first episodes of the series ^^
The morning sun peeked through the curtains, gently poking Cassian awake. Smiling, he turned around and met your beautiful eyes.
"Good morning," he mumbled, his voice grousy with sleep.
"Morning," you whispered, smiling back at him, trying to still the wild beating of your heart as you looked at this beautiful man beside you. Your gaze followed the features of his face, from his soft, brown curls to the sharp angles of his nose down to the thin lines of his perfectly shaped lips. The last thing you wanted was to fall for him, knowing you probably weren't the only woman in his life. But a part of you hoped you were, despite his reputation. Neither of you had specified this thing that had been going on for a month now and you didn't dare to ask him. You didn't want to scare him away, to lose what you had with him. Even if it was only sex.
"Hungry?" Cass asked, erupting your train of thought.
"Mmhmm," you replied, biting your lip as you crawled on top of him.
"What are you doing?" Cass asked, chuckling lowly with a twinkle in his eyes as he looked up at you.
"Satisfying my hunger." Smirking down at him, you lifted your hips and wrapped your hand around his morning erection. Slowly, you lowered yourself onto him, moaning as he filled you up.
"Fuck, baby," Cass groaned as he easily slipped into your warm wetness. He grabbed your hips and watched as you moved on top of him. He let you set the pace, your breasts bouncing as you rode him at a slow and steady pace.
"You’re so beautiful."
Face flushed with pleasure and flustered from his words, you closed your eyes and held his chest tightly as you quickened the pace, feeling your climax slowly building up, that intense, tingling pleasure in your clitoris. Reaching down, you massage the sensitive bud and everything exploded, pleasure spreading slowly and all at once, down to your toes and fingertips. Your body began to vibrate and hum with electricity, pulsing through your stomach, chest, and thighs. Finally, the sensation crescendoed with a full release of tension, stress, and pain, leaving you feeling as though there were thousands of tiny effervescent bubbles slowly gliding across your skin.
Cassian watched mesmerized as you came, grunted as your walls tightened around him. Bucking his hips against you, he swelled inside your clenching pussy, his cock twitching as he climaxed and filled your womb.
Panting, you opened your eyes and looked into Cassian's brown eyes with a tired, satisfied smile on your lips.
Cass smiled back and palmed your cheek, pulling you down for a kiss.
Moaning sweetly, you kissed him back, your fingertips dancing across his bare chest. As the kiss ended, Cass took you in his arms, embracing you lovingly.
"Let’s just stay like this for a little while longer," Cass mumbled as he pressed his lips into your hair. "I want to enjoy this quiet moment together."
"Sounds perfect," you whispered as you closed your eyes and pressed your cheek against his warm chest.
Cass tightened his grip around you, wishing he could say all the things he wanted to say. How much he started to fall in love with you. But it wouldn't be fair. You deserved to have a good man who would take care of you, and give you kids and a family. With the life he was living, he could never give you that. So, for now, he enjoyed this tender moment with you, pushing the day he would have to leave you deep into the back of his mind.
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THE MOMENT THEY KNEW
Summary: their imminent death brings surprising clarity to both Jyn and Cassian. While one of them surrenders to their bittersweet realization, the other decides to act on it.
Pairing: Jyn Erso x Cassian Andor
Genre: angst
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Warnings: broken bones, blaster wounds, major character death, canon compliant, language
A/N: Recently read the Rogue One novelisation in hopes of finding a little kiss in the elevator scene. I was so disappointed that I wrote it myself (I even made some silly little playlists). I was tempted to write a happy ending but I'll leave that for another fic. Enjoy <3
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Jyn Erso wasn't stupid. She knew they wouldn't make it.
A part of her was made aware of that the moment K2 had shut the vault's gate. Said part kept growing the higher she climbed.
By the time she, through welled up, defiant eyes, saw Cassian Andor holding up a smoky blaster even though he could barely hold himself up on his feet, she knew.
They wouldn't make it to the shuttle. They wouldn't make it out of Scarif.
It didn't matter much to her at first, though; more important thoughts flooded her mind. Thoughts about the Alliance's Intelligence Captain who she had just learned how to read.
She thought about him choosing to grant her cover over saving himself while they had attempted their climb up the data tower. She thought about him plummeting twelve stories down and crawling back up to help her atop the citadel.
She also thought about how he constantly refused to leave her behind, like everyone else had done before.
And she surprised herself being capable of thinking all of that at once throughout the short path she made over the ruined catwalk in order to reach him.
It all washed over her like a tidal wave, erasing the looming planet killer and the suicide mission and the man in white, and substituting it by how beautiful Cassian looked.
Jyn forced her mind to remember she still had a mission to accomplish. Instead of letting Cassian's name slip out of her lips while she threw herself at his arms in a kind of relief she had last felt when she was eight, the woman rushed to the tower's computer and sent the message to the rebel fleet.
At least, she hoped so.
With all buttons pressed and the plans being broadcasted, she still knew that was it, and it still mattered little to her because she wasn't alone. Cassian supported his own body against the concrete column, right by Jyn's side; his chest heaved as much as hers, and his arm pressed at his abdomen as if he was trying to mitigate the pain caused by the fall, but he was smiling.
Jyn hoped he was as happy to see her as she was to see him. She started to step closer to examine him —although she knew she'd be little help for the Captain—, when she heard it. Someone's staggered breath behind her.
The man in white.
The warm feeling coursing through her veins thanks to Cassian's proximity ran cold.
She ran cold, yet rage made her skin burn, because the man who killed her mother, the man who ruined her father, the man who had sentenced Cassian to death even if they were to make it back to the cargo ship, was still breathing on the floor.
Her father's revenge was sabotaging the Empire's deadliest weapon; hers would be smashing the Krennic's skull until his brains were poured out on the metallic platform.
Jyn seethed and leaped away from Cassian with a growl. She didn't want to kill Krennic, she wanted to murder him, she wanted to—
"Hey— Leave it, leave it!" Cassian urged as his free hand gripped her bicep, tugging her back and holding her flush against him for good measure.
A part of Jyn wanted to try again, but her rage was subsiding increasingly fast, and the scalding feeling on her skin toned down to a tummy-flipping tingle where Cassian's torso met her side.
"That's it." His voice became a soft, soothing whisper on her ear, and she couldn't help but lean on the wounded man.
He gladly took her in, his calloused digits exchanging her elbow for the small of her back and then her waist. Cassian stayed like that, slowly swaying them both while awaited —maybe a bit too long— for her need to disappear. He wondered whether Jyn's hand clinging on the back of his shirt felt as intimate to her as it did to him.
"Let's go." He finally spoke, bumping his nose on the woman's temple —or maybe she had been the one closing the minuscule gap between them. Cassian didn't dare to assume that.
"Okay." With a nod and a camouflaged sniff, Jyn's fingers slipped away from his ragged up shirt and her blue eyes rose until they met the man's chocolate ones. Cassian was in immense pain, yes, but the way the woman who had fueled the rebellion's dying embers until they'd become a wildfire looked at him made up for it. That longing stirred with worry and fear put him at ease, because he knew he made the right choice when he decided he would die for her.
He was no longer dumbfounded by those sort of thoughts like he had been in Jedha —back when he didn't know why he couldn't leave her behind—, or scared like he had been in Eadu —he had betrayed himself so easily for a woman he barely understood.
No, now Cassian knew. Jyn was a reflection of him —the part of him he had left behind. She was also a force to be reckoned with; a hurricane that had swept him into her chaos the moment they met.
Jyn was everything he had been unconsciously searching for a couple of years already. He would have loved to discover her day by day —the scrappy criminal who had saved him in Jedha; the soft girl who glistened in her tears; the passionate leader who had taken them to a nonstarter victory.
Yet, he accepted they didn't have the luxury of time, so he would take whatever she gave him in those last moments.
"You look like shit." She stated, feigning a nonchalant cynicism whilst giving him an up-and-down.
Cassian let out a half laugh that immediately turned into a grimace due to his most likely broken ribs. How he made it up to the top was beyond his comprehension.
"Can you walk?" She whispered, and this time her true emotions bathed her sentence. Cassian surprised himself by denying with his head.
Without a single word, Jyn awkwardly passed his left arm over her shoulders and hoisted him the best she could. She was limping too, the brunet man realized, although he wouldn't bring it to her attention.
"Do you think anybody's listening?" He asked, trying with all his might not to let his discomfort show. If Jyn heard it, she didn't mention it out loud either.
"I do." she gifted Cassian a smile, genuine and peaceful, before confidently stating, "Someone's out there."
Jyn wasn't the best with words, but she hoped that was enough to hint to Cassian the effect he had had on her. She hoped he understood she decided to fight for the cause because he inspired her to do so.
It took them forever to reach the damn turbolift. Despite Cassian doing the best he could to walk by himself, he could barely take two steps without stumbling, which had Jyn's already sore body tensing the whole time to balance them both. She almost exhaled in alleviation when her hand abandoned Cassian's to press the opening button.
The dimlit elevator gave her a fake sense of security, but did little to erase the concern about the Captain's well-being. Even though she had let go of him and his shoulder blade and crown now rested against the holed up wall, Jyn couldn't bring herself to lower her arms. Out of instinct, she kept them extended towards Cassian, ready to catch him if his legs gave in.
No one could blame her; the man looked like he was about to break into a million pieces.
He would have been bothered by that in any other situation —he was no kid who needed to be pampered, he was capable to hold himself— but the agonizing ache lighting up his body was reflected on Jyn's eyes as they roamed his frame, occasionally looking into his with an unspoken apology.
She didn't know how to help.
K2 would have known, Cassian thought, and felt the nausea coming to him. He had led the droid to his death.
In all fairness, he had probably led every pathfinder to death. Melshi had joked about how Rogue One's mission was a one-way ticket to the hell the had earned.
More nausea.
Did Jyn feel that guilt too? At the end of the day, she hadn't really gotten to know those people. Maybe she did feel it for Chirrut and Baze. Maybe for Bodhi. Maybe even for K2.
At the very least, he knew she felt his own life weighing over her shoulders. With a strained groan, Cassian bit the bullet and turned to face the woman besides him.
Jyn felt her heart skip a bit. With a gasp, she stepped forward, her panicked, shaky hands immediately shooting to hold Cassian's forearms when his position shifted.
He was surprisingly fast to catch one of her hands in his, thumb tracing reassuring circles on its back.
His spy façade had fallen with K-2SO, but only now he was actively allowing her to see through him. She found herself once more admiring how beautiful he was like that; exhausted and calm, still standing strong enough to hold her, staring into her soul with gentle, comforting brown eyes.
"This didn't have to end like this." She confessed, refusing to take a step back and lose the grip she had on Cassian's forearm.
The man inches away from her seemed half taken aback —fuck, even she was—, but not entirely.
"It's alright." He muttered, his free hand squeezing Jyn's own forearm before squeezing her waist. "I chose this."
He did. Jyn tried to remind herself Cassian had been in this fight for long enough to know what was at stake, but it haunted her still, the fact that it took her arrival into his life for it to end.
"I'm sorry."
"Jyn..." She almost preferred the Captain's impersonal front now; the way Cassian's gaze made her feel seen was overwhelming. He carried the understanding of an equal, the tenderness of a friend and the yearning of a lover all at once.
She tried to swallow the lump in her throat while she reached out to cup Cassian's nape.
The man's lids fluttered close with her touch, a content exhale slipping through his parted lips, and Jyn's mind wander what they could have been in a fairer world.
The same Jyn whose life motto had been to live from day to day since she was a child, who had never had the luxury of daydreaming about future plans, became frustrated. She wanted to know this side of Cassian —the genuine, sympathetic Cassian who melted under her touch and smiled proudly at her curt speeches and would die for her in secret—, and it wouldn't even be an option, only a sour what if.
Jyn Erso didn't like the 'what if's. She didn't know if Cassian did, but she didn't really give a lot of thought before standing on her tiptoes to close the embarrassingly small gap between their faces.
It was a just an instant-long abrupt kiss, but for Jyn it sufficed to know it wasn't a 'could've been', but a 'would've been'. The certainty showed in her stomach flipping and the burning feeling on her skin under Cassian's tightening grip and the immediate reciprocation of her actions.
Jyn hadn't imagined that the bittersweet realization that came with that shortlived kiss would bring her peace, but it did.
The badly wounded Captain half chased the woman's cracked lips when she retreated. He didn't have to go far, though, since Jyn's forehead swiftly met his.
He wanted to say something —anything— but words escaped him. Perhaps it was for the best, Cassian thought. Jyn preferred action over talking that might have as well been hot air.
Trusting the woman to keep him up if he lost balance, his right palm abandoned the faux security of the turbolift's wall to caress her dirt-stained cheek with an equally smeared thumb.
Cassian felt a slight relief when her reaction to his touch mirrored the one he was having to her fingers toying with the hair on the back of his neck. He had to use all his willpower not to fall when Jyn snuggled closer, her nose bumping his own.
Having her close felt so natural. It wasn't fair.
Their blown pupils met through low lashes and, right when Jyn seemed to find her voice, an unprompted tremor shook the citadel's tower, making them both stumble and putting out the cold, flickery lights outside the shuttle.
Jyn had been quick to react, acting as a pillar for the pair and simultaneously forcing Cassian's back to lean on the wall again.
"What was that?" She whispered in the dark, and Cassian became well aware of the lack of space between them by the feeling of her hot breath fanning over his neck.
They both knew what it had been, but Cassian chose to shake his head briefly. "I don't know." Shaky breath in, shaky breath out. "We're still going down, right?" He caught himself having to ask. He hated the weak pitch he was forced to use.
"We're still going down." Jyn confirmed, carefully resting her face on his half exposed clavicle.
This time, it was Cassian's right that found Jyn's side, sneaking under vest to feel her closer.
Not even a couple of seconds passed before the lift fully stopped, signaling they had reached the lowest level in a shattered blue screen above the gate.
"Hold on, I'll open the door." Jyn requested in a resolved tone, her fingers slipping away from Cassian's biceps. "I'm going to get you out, Cassian."
That was the first time she used his name with earnest. He liked the way it rolled on her tongue a little too much for someone who was about to die one way or another.
"Wait."
Cassian slightly folded forward to take a hold of his savior's wrist and felt his insides twisting at the movement.
Jyn didn't complain. She didn't rush him or chastise him, she didn't even scold him for coercing his damaged self.
Instead, she obliged and waited; she let herself be brought back to his arms and fisted the collar of his shirt when his mouth desperately found hers once more.
She had had her chance, now he needed his. This time the kiss was messy and rushed and needy —so needy that Jyn wondered if Cassian would have denied it happened afterwards in a more promising scenario.
Cassian was writhing in pain and his own movements were at fault, because he needed Jyn's body burning life in every part of his own her touch could reach. He held her impossibly tight and winced against her lips when her own desperate hands did the same.
He kept up as long as his body allowed him to, moving in sync with Jyn until the pain became unbearable and he had to pull away.
There are worst ways to go, Cassian thought with salty tears caught in his eyelashes and his arms wrapped around the woman whose soul was a bit too similar to his.
"Cassian..." There it was again, that intimate sweetness. "We have to go." She muttered, cupping his stubbled cheeks with her fingerless gloves to plant one last featherlight peck atop his lips.
He nodded and complied, first letting go in order for her to open the gate, then draping his arms over her shoulders so she could drag him out into the unnatural hot of Scarif, and lastly allowing her to choose a place to rest.
A part of Jyn wanted to try and make it to a ship, but she was past the moment of knowing better, so the beach was her best call.
Her mother used to love Lah'mu's shores. 'The sea soothes the soul', she had confided Jyn. She wanted Cassian to have a soothing end, and Scarif's beaches were as beautiful as they could get.
She almost ran out of breath, but somehow managed to get them through the heating sand before Cassian's legs gave in, making them both stumble to their knees.
He had made it further than Jyn fathomed possible, which made a new kind of admiration for the Captain bloom in her chest.
Fixing her hopeless, terrified gaze in the horizon, she surprised herself by thinking how breathtaking the view was. Bizarre was an understatement to describe the uncanny resemblance between the upcoming boiling wave of destruction and the most beautiful sunset she had ever seen.
While she stayed mesmerized by the terrifying sight, Cassian sought comfort in observing her. He tried to imprint her silhouette in his brain through his already blurry glance, in case he would drop dead that same instant.
Her face turned and her apologetic crystal clear irises infused one last bit of life into Cassian. There was a thousand things he wanted to say, but maybe just a handful she would have needed to hear. Cassian wanted to believe he chose the best one.
"Your father would be proud of you, Jyn."
A tight-lipped, grateful smile confirmed it, and he felt content.
Jyn too wanted to return the favor, to give him the closure that, unbeknownst to her, she had already provided, but speech wasn't her strong suit.
Her unsteady hand reached out to his, at first miscalculating but ultimately intertwining with Cassian's fingers. I'm scared, she wanted to say at the feeling of the heat wave scorching her exposed skin.
The man whose job was to read people knew, and with one last effort, he propped himself up on his knees and prompted Jyn to do the same. He found the strength to hold her one last time.
Jyn could have cried in relief right there, but instead enclosed her newfound companion in the tightest of embraces. She heard him sigh peacefully, and felt his palms go all the way up to her shoulder blades while his face snuggled on the crook of her neck.
She plucked up the courage and shielded him from the world as it grew brighter, because she owed him; because he came back and wrapped her in a warm, safe embrace that felt like home at the end of it all.
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Cassian Andor | NSFW Alphabet
Cassian Andor x female!reader
Warnings: this is a nsfw alphabet duh, please do not read or interact if you are under 18!
A/N: this man deserves so much more appreciation... i just get so weak for this man
Masterlist | Request
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Cassian had gotten quite used to One-Night-Stands, but with you, he really tries to show you as much love as possible after sex. He would take his time to help you get all cleaned up again and make sure you are comfortable, before he would lay down with you.
B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partner)
He is definitely a boobs guy, but he loves your butt as well. There is nothing he doesn't love about you.
But he also loves your hands and the softness of them. Or your hair. He just loves to run his fingers through your hair or just press a kiss or two to the top of your head. In general, playing with your hair is something he simply loves to do.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)
Cassian loves to cum all over your stomach or your breasts. He loves to see you covered in it and it drives him crazy when you scoop it up with your fingers and then lick them clean. However, if you would prefer him to cum somewhere else, he would do that for you. The most important thing for him is still that you're comfortable.
D = Dirty Secret
His dirty secret is probably all the thinking he did about you before you two were officially together. You never left his mind even once since the first time you met and you followed him into his wet dreams. In general, his wet dreams stay a dirty secret, because he still hasn't gathered the courage to talk to you about all the things he would love to do to you.
E = Experience (How experienced are they?)
Through a One-Night-Stand here and there, he has gathered some experience. He still wouldn't call himself a professional or a master at something, but he thinks that he has good general knowledge of what works and what doesn't. But he is mostly all about adapting to you and your needs and preferences.
F = Favourite Position
Cassian loves every position you two try out. It would be hard for him to pick a favourite, but he really likes to lay on his side, you too, and then he lazily fucks into you from behind. That way he can reach around and play with your breasts or just press you closer against him while he plants kisses all over your shoulders and neck.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
He's always up for a laugh, even during sex. He wouldn't go around joking a lot, but he wouldn't mind if you do. And exchanging smiles is something he quite enjoys. It also reassures him that you're feeling comfortable.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Cassian does keep his hair down there, but nicely trimmed. The carpet does match the drapes and he never felt the need to change anything about it. But he also wouldn't mind if you preferred him without any hair.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)
To be fair, Cassian does just want someone to love him and when he finds you, someone he can truly love and that loves him back, he loves to be intimate with you and show you all the love he has for you. You can never avoid the 'I love you's and all the sweet reassurances. You're the one he has always been looking for and he is going to show you that.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
You're always on his mind when he jerks off. It's impossible for him to not think about you when he touches himself. Sometimes, your name even slips past his lips when he is reaching his high and imagining his cock buried deep inside you makes him quite excited really fast.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
In the beginning, he didn't really want to admit to any kinks, but he has grown quite fond of you moaning loudly and moaning his name. And when you started calling him 'Daddy', it definitely did something to him. He loves to hear you call him that now.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Cassian doesn't have a favourite place, because every place he fucks you is a good one. Some are more comfortable than others, but he barely cares about that when he can feel you around him and just be close to you.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Whispering dirty things in his ear definitely gets him going pretty fast. And he loves it when you're quite upfront about it and grab his crotch, making him hard pretty quickly.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
Besides seriously hurting you, he would also definitely not be into any kind of anal. He's also not a big fan of leaving marks on you, because he does not want to come over as possessive and making you feel like his property or something.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Cassian loves both giving and receiving. Your blowjobs always feel amazing to him and he loves to bury his hand in your hair, pushing you further down or just guiding your head.
But nothing compares to hearing your moans when he goes down on you. His tongue is skilled and fast and he can make you cum quite easily with his mouth.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Cassian loves both. It depends on his mood and on your mood. Sometimes, he just wants to show you that you're loved and other times, he loves to fuck you hard and rough. There is always a time for everything.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He does not dislike them, but he's also not the biggest fan. It takes away some intimacy for him and it's less about expressing your love for each other and more about just getting off somehow. If you can't find another time to have sex, then he is fine with them though.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Cassian would not take any unnecessary risks. However, he is quite open to trying something new and there is only a small amount of things he would not do if you asked him to. Also, it adds to the thrill for him to sometimes fuck you in places you could get caught.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)
Sex with him is always pretty intense, so one round is more than enough, because it will usually last quite long. But it really depends on his physical state at that time.
T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
You two never really settle down, so it's a bit hard to keep toys around, but once you get your own rooms during your time with the Rebel Alliance, you keep a few toys around. Cassian is quite fond of a blindfold for you and something to restrain you with.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He absolutely loves teasing. It can start quite early in the morning with some promises of what he's going to do to you later on in the day. He's a fan of teasing touches or just making out until you are practically begging him to touch your core and give in to your needs. But he's good at resisting that and he also loves to edge you until you are shaking and begging.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Cassian is not very loud, but he lets a few groans slip every now and then. Moans are not that common for him, but you can tell he enjoys it through other things. Like the words he whispers to you.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
One night the both of you were alone in the conference room on Yavin-4 and he could definitely not hold himself back then. It ended up with him fucking you on the holo table. No one caught you, but he still thinks about that night to this day.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Cassian is definitely average with a certain thickness to him. It's still quite comfortable though.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Depends on what is going on around him. He has highs and lows and depending on that, his sex drive changes. But he is never at a low that is enough to make him not want you anymore.
Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
Cassian does have trouble falling asleep in general and that doesn't really change after he fucked you. He uses the time to watch you fall asleep and admire you, but he definitely feels more at ease when he gets to fall asleep next to you. (And then also wake up next to you.)
#cassian andor#cassian andor x reader#cassian andor x you#diego luna#star wars#andor#star wars imagine#diego luna x reader#cassian andor fanfiction#cassian andor smut#reader insert#star wars fanfiction
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Traitor | Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo x reader
Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Tension, Cheating, a bit +18, very poorly written smut, probably a lot of grammar errors, I did not write any spoilers, Miguel Ángel being an asshole.
Author’s Note: There's really not full smut because I did not know what to use for dick, like I would say dick but idk and some of y’all cringe at length or member(which is understandable 💀.)
I do not own the GIF, or any of the characters mentioned.
Isabella is your best friend, you would do anything for her. Though this is too far. You enjoy one-night stands but sleeping with fucking Felix to distract him sounds like a death wish. That doesn't stop you, or Isa. Today is his birthday, and his little girlfriend will be there, but that will not stop you.
You look amazing, wearing a black shiny dress that compliments your breasts and waist, and a fancy coat that Isabella made you wear. You never thought that the one and only Helmer Herrera would even look at you, but he did stare at you for a while, and it was really hard to not give up and go up to him, but he was not your target.
During the party, you and Felix share some glances but he never went up to you, so you did it.
“Hola Guapo,” You whispered in his ear, as his girlfriend watched the encounter.
Hey handsome.
“Te conozco?” He said checking you out.
Do I know you?
“No, pero nos podemos conocer si quieres.” You said, smiling, your arms going to his neck, the two of you getting closer.
No, but we can get to know each other if you want.
He doesn't answer and simply looks down at you. You can’t tell that he's giving up, he tries to be loyal, but no narco is loyal. He then grabs your wrists roughly, taking you to someplace in his mansion where nobody can see the two of you. He knows that his little girlfriend is going to interrupt at any second. And that is exactly what happens.
“Miguel Angel-”
“Vete. Manana te quiero fuera de mi pinche casa.”
Get out. Tomorrow I want you out of my fucking house.
“Pero-”
But.
“Te sales o te pego un tiro.”
Get out or I'll shoot you.
You try your best to not act surprised, he just met you. As she leaves, his hands go from your neck all the way down to your thighs, adjusting your body to his. He’s leaving hickeys everywhere, his movements are slow, you try to contain your moans but the pleasure is too overwhelming.
Your mind is going blank, you can only think about him, just him. You’re about to get your release until he stops and walks to his office while he’s still holding you, neither of you can stop kissing, you’re mad about the fact that he didn't let you cum and you just hope to get revenge. You spot a chair.
“Miguel- sientate.”
Miguel- sit down.
“Y porque crees que te voy hacer caso, bonita.” He chuckles.
And why do you think I'm going to obey you, pretty girl.
“Por que si no lo haces, voy a salir por esa puerta y te voy a dejar con tremenda ereccion.” You wink at him.
Because if you don't do it, I'm gonna walk out that door and I'm going to leave you with a boner.
His smile fades and he sits, spreading his legs, dominance fills the air. You kneel, slowly teasing him. You undo his belt, he looks desperate, it makes you smile a bit too much. Before you do something else, he grabs both of your wrists and makes you sit in his lap.
“Acaso crees que estoy pendejo?” What…
Do you think I'm dumb?
“Pensabas que no iba a saber el showsito que tu e Isabella se traian?” Fuck, you forgot to be honest.
You thought I didn't know about the little show you and Isabella had planned.
His hands are still on your waist, he notices that you’re not answering so he moves your hips, really slowly.
“Miguel Angel yo-”
Miguel Angel I-
“Tu que? Estabas muy exitada para acordarte de que viniste a joderme?” And god he was right.
You what? Were you too horny to remember your little mission?
Your hips started moving on their own. At this point, you were riding his thigh. And he did not complain he just stared at you, he let you do what you wanted, you tug his hair, kissed his neck, you had him for yourself.
“Estas cogiendote el enemigo” He whispered in your ear as you came undone.
You’re fucking the enemy.
You look down at the floor but he holds your chin and makes you look at him.
“Fuiste muy buena para mi. Mi nina buena.”
You were good to me. My good girl.
#miguel angel felix gallardo#narcos fanfiction#diego luna#diego luna fanfiction#narcos mexico#someone take my phone from me#smut
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I was reading some fanfics, never thought of shipping anyone in Narcos
But DAMN?! What a GREAT ship Pacho and Miguel are, like??!?? Hot, good looking, and miguel just gives me the vibe that if somebody grabs him the right way (the right way being by his hips), it's going to fucking dismantle him, i swear
#pacho herrera#miguel angel felix gallardo#pacho x miguel#honestly i live for miguel being a bottom#btch it just fits right#have y'all seen diego luna?#thats what im talking about#narcos#narcos mexico#narcos smut#narcos mexico smut#pacho herrera x miguel angel#sorry for that#just a ted talk#i dont ship them in the series btw#just kinda like how people see outside of the series#i like the harmony#anyways#save a horse ride a colombian
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anyone want to write a diego luna, drew starkey, pedro pascal, darren barnet or alex fitzalan against me - i will use whomever you’d like!
#indie rp#indie smut rp#pedro pascal fc#diego luna fc#darren barnet fc#alex fitzalan fc#;;most likely a spicy thread if you're into it
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HELP WHY ARE THE ANONS ON THIS ACC IN LOVE W ITTORULE34 😭
You’re also in love with me btw
Don’t fight it 💋
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this cassian fic is already like 3.4K words and i haven't even gotten to the real meat of it... uh-oh, amy did an Amy again.
#i literally cannot be short to save my life#this won't be a smut i dont think?? just spicy#like very tension 'r us woowoo#it's actually VERY difficult to get diego luna's voice#but i am loving spy thrillers so far
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hi. me again. with a request of your brain thanks to the anon that asked for forbidden relationship Cassian.
...posessive Cassian.
that is all. goodbye.
oh look, it's wednesday! happy cassian day, bestie. here's a gift for you.
yours & mine
Cassian Andor x f!reader
Summary: A possessive look flares in Cassian’s eyes as he watches the Imperial general’s filthy, wandering hands touch you. He knows it’s all a part of the job—you’re Rebel spies, you’re undercover. You're here at this gala to collect vital information.
But he hates it all the same.
Word Count: 2.6k
Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY
Content: NSFW, smut, feels, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie, dirty talk, cockwarming, possessive!cassian
“Are you sure you’re ready for tonight?” Cassian’s breath is hot against the shell of your ear as he approaches you from behind, his deft fingers gently pushing yours aside to help you straighten out the criss-crossed straps of your top. When he finishes, he brushes a thumb along your left shoulder blade.
You turn in his arms, raising an eyebrow as you slowly run your pointer finger along the stubble on his chin. Eyes drifting up to meet his, you challenge, “Are you ready?”
For several years now, you’ve covertly worked as a spy for the Rebel Alliance. Cassian joined the fray shortly after, and despite a rocky start to your acquaintanceship—largely thanks to both of your independent and stubborn natures—the two of you managed to find solace in one another, and eventually something more.
Tonight, you’ll both infiltrate a gala stuffed to the brim with high-ranking officials of the Galactic Empire in hopes of gleaning information about dangerous new weapons that they’ve been rumored to be in the process of manufacturing. While Cassian will be on a mission to do his best to blend in with the rest of the wait staff hired to roam around with trays of food and drinks, your role of the evening is something far less passive—you’re part of the…entertainment. Outfitted in a top and skirt far more revealing than your normal Rebel fatigues, you’re meant to be pleasant eye candy that will flit and dance about the room, cozying up to unsuspecting Imperial officers with their glassy eyes and loose lips as the party reaches its full height.
It’s not the first time that you’ve found yourself with this type of assignment. At this point, you’d say you’ve grown quite good at batting your eyelashes and cooing over flashy rank badges while your ears are acutely tuned in to catch the secrets falling from nearby lips. But Cassian? He’s never worked a job like this with you before.
Cassian cups the side of your face and leans in to kiss you, his other hand sliding around to your lower back and pulling you flush against him in one fluid motion. A shiver runs down your spine at the feeling of his warm, familiar fingers pressing into your bare, exposed skin. Your mouth moves in tandem with his, and a small noise escapes you as he tugs on your bottom lip and drags it between his teeth.
Leaving you nearly breathless as he steps backward and runs his hands down the sides of your thighs, smoothing out your skirt, he winks and finally replies, “Of course. Now let’s go.”
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Cassian watches you from across the room with bated breath, gripping the glass that’s in his hand so hard that a crack splinters its way across the lip. He clicks his tongue against his teeth as he places the empty drink on top of the tray he’s holding, forcing himself to avert his eyes and return his attention to the boisterous group of lieutenants that he’s been lingering near on and off all night. But his gaze remains unfocused, mind fixated on the image of you being plucked into the lap of a gray-haired General who had spent the better part of an hour leering at you until you finally deigned to dance your way over to him.
It’s ridiculous, really—the unpleasant, sour tang of jealousy that’s crawling up the back of his throat. The cold, possessive feeling splintering through his veins as he watches the man squeeze your thigh. This is a war, and you’re fucking spies. This is what you do. Despite the fact that he’s never accompanied you on an assignment like this, he knows that you can handle yourself, and he’s well aware of the priceless information you’ve gleaned with this approach in the past.
But he’s only human. And to watch this man run his filthy hands along the planes of your body as he throws back another drink and laughs with his colleagues, it leaves Cassian’s hand twitching at his side, reaching for the ghost of his blaster that’s tucked safely away on the ship.
Cassian’s never been one to linger. He’s spent most of his life restless and searching, resolutely keeping everyone and everything at arm’s length as a result of his innate survival instincts and his inability to trust others.
But you? You changed everything for him.
From the moment you outright balked at being taken away from your own independent assignment for the Alliance with orders to take Cassian through the necessary motions as a new recruit, he was inexplicably drawn into your orbit—whether he liked it or not. Cassian had spent so long running, he’d forgotten what it felt like to want to slow down. To want to stay.
You were both tired, closed-off ships passing in the night when you met, twin façades marred with sharp, fragile edges. Touched-starved and far more lonely than either of you would ever care to admit. But with each tentative smile that crawled across your lips of its own accord, with each wary step that you slowly took to close the once cavernous distance between the two of you, he felt the first sliver of a crack begin to work its way across the solid walls he’d erected long ago. And thus his weary exterior sighed.
And even if he’d wanted to ignore the way his heart would traitorously beat faster whenever he was in your presence, even if he’d tried to deny the foreign emotions that suddenly had a chokehold on his every waking thought and breath, Cassian was fucking gone the moment you finally shut him up in the middle of a pointless argument by grasping the front of his shirt, jerking him forward, and crashing your lips against his.
Cassian’s always felt like everything in his life has been borrowed. Temporary. Brief and fleeting. From the clothes on his back, to the boots on his feet, to the ships that he’s flown and the weapons that he’s held. Every credit, every trinket. Nothing has ever quite felt like it was really his to take. To keep. To call his own. Until you.
You’ve long since nestled yourself deep in his bones, pulling him from the clutches of a treacherous sea he hadn’t even realized he was lost at. Even as Cassian scrambled for purchase on an unfamiliar shore, you held on tightly to each frayed, tattered piece of him.
And in return, you wholly gave yourself. Each and every bit, even the dark and ugly corners that you could hardly bear to look at. Because you knew Cassian understood, knew he saw himself in all of those difficult decisions and haunting choices you’d had to make. You felt it in the way he kissed you after you began to let him in, kissed you hard and desperate like he was trying to press his lips to the very surface of your stained and fractured soul.
So yeah, to stand here now, watching that Imperial scum hold you in his arms like you’re his? The rope of Cassian’s patience for this mission has been whittled down to a precarious, dangling thread.
A thread that snaps when he realizes the man has begun to lead you away from the clamor of the party toward a quiet, deserted hallway.
—
You hear hurried footsteps, and Cassian comes dashing into your view just as you jam the sedative into the General’s neck, shoving him and his disgusting hands to the floor behind a statue in an undignified heap.
Cassian stops a few paces away, panting as he frantically looks you up and down. “Are you okay?”
You roll your eyes fondly and grin, flourishing the Imperial datastick that you’d slid from the man’s pocket after coyly suggesting you go talk somewhere more private. “Mission accomplished and then some, I think.”
Cassian shakes his head, a small smile crossing his lips as he rakes a hand through his hair. He steps closer to you, giving the man on the ground a kick for good measure before placing his hands on your shoulders and leaning his forehead against yours.
“I hated that,” he grouses.
“I know,” you whisper.
He nuzzles his nose against your neck, lips brushing against your skin. “I hated seeing their greedy, dirty hands all over you. Like they think they can own you.”
Cassian brings a hand to clutch at your side, his thumb pressing into your hip bone. While the smart and logical part of you chastises the way you lean heavily into his grasping touch—you should already be halfway to the ship by now—you can’t help the thrill that runs through you at the look that burns in his eyes. You’re deep enough in the dark, deserted recesses of the building that you somehow begin to rationalize the way you start to slowly walk backward, encouraging Cassian to crowd you up against the smooth, solid wall behind you. If anyone were to make their way down the maze of hallways and find you, you’d certainly hear them first, anyway.
Perhaps you may have once laughed at the mere idea of belonging to someone. Of someone thinking they had any right to you.
But Cassian? You’re his. You want to be his. From the blood in your veins to the very marrow in your bones, the love you feel for him is all-consuming.
You can tell he’s trying to reel in the possessive feeling that dug its claws into him as he watched you, to tamper it down now that he knows you’re safe. But right now…you don’t want him to hide it.
“Why don’t you show me who I belong to then, Cassian?” you breathe out.
Cassian’s eyes widen a fraction, and he tilts your chin upward with his thumb and pointer finger. “Right here?”
You nod, briefly darting your tongue out to lick your lips, and he’s quiet for a moment as he tracks the movement. Cassian waits a beat, taking in the distant, muffled sounds of the gala, and finally, he smirks. Pressing his thumb to your bottom lip, he simply says, “Okay.”
Cassian slots a leg between both of yours, and a small gasp escapes you at the feeling of his solid thigh pressing firmly against your hot center. He leans in, grazing his teeth along your neck as he splays a hand across your stomach, fingertips teasing up under the edges of where the scant material covers your breasts.
He nips at your earlobe, running his tongue along the inner curve of your ear as he hoarsely whispers, “What were you thinking about while those pigs were grabbing at you?”
You lift your chin, exposing more of your neck to him, and he starts to suck on the sensitive skin beneath your jaw. Heady excitement thrums through your veins as his hands wander somewhere lower, bunching up your skirt and toying with the thin undergarments beneath. “I was imagining what their faces would look like if you walked over and had your way with me right in the middle of their little party.”
His grip on you tightens at that, and he increases the pressure of his leg against the apex of your thighs. With your skirt out of the way, you can’t help but moan at the pleasurable feeling of your folds dragging against his pants, already beginning to soak through the fabric that still covers them.
Cassian’s voice is hoarse as he asks, “You want them to watch while I fuck you?”
His hands slide higher up the inside of your thighs, and he presses his fingers to the wet spot that’s pooling between your legs.
“I want them to know that I’m yours.”
“Do you think they’d know by the way you moan when I put my tongue in here?” Cassian hooks a thumb in the fabric and pushes it aside, running his fingers through your soaking wet slit. “Or maybe we’d have to let them see the way you scream my name when you’re gushing all over my cock.”
He slips a finger inside of you, and you thread a hand into his hair, firmly grasping it and tugging his lips to yours. Cassian devours your mouth in a bruising kiss as he adds another finger, pumping the digits in and out of you at a torturously slow rhythm. You buck your hips into his hand, eager for more as he deepens the kiss and entangles your tongues.
“Cassian,” you whine, and he stretches you open further with three fingers while rubbing circles over your clit with his thumb.
With his other hand, Cassian palms at your breasts, and you moan into his mouth as he pinches at your peaked nipples. He fumbles with the straps of your top, pushing it down and freeing your aching breasts.
“So fucking beautiful,” Cassian rasps, pulling his lips from yours. His mouth latches on to your breasts with fervor as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, a wave of pleasure beginning to rise as your slick arousal drips down his hand.
He lavishes the tender flesh of your breasts and sucks at your nipples, and you throw your head back as you pant out, “Gonna—”
He swallows the rest of your words, licking into your mouth. Your legs begin to shake, your cunt clenching down on his fingers, and Cassian speaks against your lips, “Go ahead.”
You collapse against him as your orgasm crests, breathing hard as your juices soak his fingers. When you lift your head to look at him, there’s a question in Cassian’s eyes, wondering if you’ve decided you’re ready to flee to the ship yet. A moment passes, and you reach out, running a hand along the front of his pants to feel his hard, throbbing length. You grasp it, and a lewd, needy groan leaves Cassian’s mouth.
Leaning in, you whisper in his ear, “Fuck me, please,” as you fumble to free his flushed, leaking cock from the confines of his pants.
He nearly growls as he grasps your hips tightly in his hands, holding you up against the wall while he plunges his cock directly into your drenched, fluttering hole. It’s a fight to hold back the wail of pleasure that bubbles up in your throat at the way he impales you on his length, your cunt eagerly sucking him in as he stretches you open in one fell swoop.
Cassian buries himself inside of you to the hilt as his lips claim you again in a wet, messy kiss, his tongue tangling with yours. You gasp against his mouth at the feeling of the head of his shaft dragging along your walls when he slowly pulls back out of you, only to slam right back in. His fingers dig further into your hips as he begins to roughly fuck up into your pussy at a rapid pace.
Pleasure radiates through your body as Cassian swiftly drags another orgasm from you, and you bite down on his shoulder to muffle your cries. Feeling Cassian’s thrusts begin to grow more sloppy and desperate, your walls further lubricated by your release, you whimper, “I’m yours, Cassian.”
Your words are Cassian’s undoing. He shudders, kissing you hard as his climax punches through him, and he plunges deep inside of you, balls clenching as a thick, hot load of cum pours out of his cock and fills your cunt.
Even after the last of his seed has finished leaking from his cock, he continues holding you up against the wall. You wrap your legs tightly around him, kissing him languidly, content to feel his warm length still nestled inside of you as it softens and cum begins to drip from the edges of your hole.
“And I’m yours,” he murmurs.
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The Leisure Zone
Cassian Andor x F!Reader
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Summary: Cassian Andor walks into a brothel on Morlana One looking for a good time but ends up leaving with more than he bargained for.
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, sex work, blowjob, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, reader has an alias she uses at the brothel (Venus), potential for a part two, no use of y/n
On a dark and rainy night on Morlana One Cassian Andor walks through an area known as the Leisure Zone, looking for a good time.
For you on the other hand it’s just a normal night at the brothel. There’s two Preox-Morlana employees sitting at the bar in the lounge and the hostess, Zeva, is trying to pass them along to you.
You poke your head through the beaded curtains and get a look at the men at the bar. Definitely not what you’re in the mood for. You retreat back to the hallway and turn to Zeva.
“No way,” you say.
“Can’t say I blame you,” she laughs, “I’ll see if some of the others can take them. And if someone better comes along I’ll send him your way,” she finishes with a wink.
“Sounds good!” you say before walking back to your room.
In the meantime Cassian enters the brothel, scanning the room for the hostess but also for anyone he knows. Ferrix had their fair share of similar establishments but the point of coming to a brothel all the way on Morlana One was to avoid running into anyone he knew. Thankfully he’s safe tonight.
Zeva spots him enter just as you walk back to your room and immediately makes a beeline for him, thinking that she’s found the perfect client for you.
“How can I help you?” she asks sweetly.
“Just looking for a service,” he says shyly.
“Oh I have just the girl in mind for you. Follow me.”
She turns on her heel and leads Cassian across the lounge towards the beaded curtain. The two Preox-Morlana employees sitting at the bar scowl at Cassian as he walks past, most likely upset at the fact that he’s being serviced before them. She brings him to your door and says, “She’ll take great care of you. You can call her Venus. Enjoy!” And with that, she turns and walks back to the lounge.
He knocks on the door and you open it to reveal yourself to him, dressed in nothing but a dark blue silky robe and matching bra and underwear set. The robe was tied loosely as your waist leaving a small hint of cleavage. His eyes gravitate to your chest before immediately moving back to your face in embarrassment at checking you out.
“Hi there,” you say, leaning against the doorframe and smirking.
“H-hi,” he stutters.
“Well, come on in, handsome,” you say, stepping to the side so he can enter.
He walks in awkwardly and the door closes behind him. His eyes trail up and down your form again and while yes, he’s checking you out, but he’s also looking at you more than an object of desire.
“What’s your name?” you ask.
“Cassian,” he says nervously.
You take a step closer, closing the gap between you two and place your hand on his chest. Your gaze meets his and the hand you had on his chest moves to his cheek; his skin burning hot against your touch.
“So Cassian, what will it be tonight?”
“Uhh…”
“Are you not sure? Perhaps I should choose for you.”
“S-sure,” he says.
“Sit down for me,” you say, gesturing to the couch behind you, “And strip.” you add.
He takes off his clothes and sets them down gingerly on one side of the couch. He sits down and you can see his cock already starting to grow hard. You pull off your robe slowly and set it down with his clothes, taking note of how his eyes widen at the reveal of more skin. You kneel in front of his legs and bring your hand to his cock. His breath hitches at your touch.
“Don’t be nervous, Cassian” you whisper.
He takes a deep breath and you stroke his cock, feeling it getting harder in your hand. A dribble of pre cum leaks from the tip so you swirl your thumb around the head of his cock, emitting a gasp from him. You bring your mouth to his cock and take as much of his length as you can into your mouth, wrapping your hand around the part that won’t fit. You bop your head up and down and one of his hands slowly migrate towards your hair. But he’s being hesitant about it. You place your hand on his and bring it to your hair, letting him know that it’s okay. You continue sucking him as he tugs at your hair, letting out deep moans as you pleasure him. Your other hand goes to cup his balls and you feel them tighten up in your hand. The tip of his cock goes rigid and you know he’s about to cum soon. But not yet.
You pull your mouth away and say, “Not yet,” looking up at him. He’s panting and the look on his face is truly priceless, seeing someone so shy and reserved like him slowly unravel.
You stand up and slip off your underwear, stepping out of them while unclasping your bra. You straddle him and hover over his cock while he looks at you for further instructions.
“Touch me, Cassian,” you say softly, bringing one of his hands to your breast and the other to your cunt. Every time you say his name it just makes him weaker and weaker, completely melting into your touch and falling into a trance. You grow wetter just by showing what to do and guiding him on where to touch you, observing how flustered he gets. He lightly pinches your nipple which grows hard between his fingertips. His other hand goes to his mouth, moistening his other set of fingers to bring to your cunt. He strokes your entrance delicately, reveling in your warmth and your soft skin. Your eyes close, lashes fanning out against your face. And that’s when Cassian admires your beauty, the soft gasps reacting to his touch, your chest rising and falling as you breathe heavier, the outline of your breasts, and the curve of your waist. He slips a finger inside you and you moan out at the sudden presence inside you. His curls finger upwards, working your g-spot and expanding your walls. He inserts another finger and you grind yourself against his hand. You’re desperate for more; desperate to be sitting on his cock already. Before you could cum yourself you pull his hand away and for a moment his face betrays a look of confusion. But it’s instantly replaced with a look of bliss as you sink down onto his cock.
“You feel so good; so perfect,” he moans.
“Ah, I’m so full,” you whisper, moving against him.
His hands move to your waist and your hands move to his hair, tugging at it likely while you rock your hips. You’re pressed up against each other, looking directly into each other’s eyes. It feels like you’re having a connection instead of a transaction. Most clients opt to have you bend over or on top of them while they lay down. But with him you’re pressed up against each other so intimately, face to face and eyes locked on each other. With each movement of your hips his cock is buried inside you deeper and deeper. You bring your face against his and kiss him, both of you moaning into the kiss as you cum around him. Your cunt flutters around his cock rhythmically, sending tingling waves out from your core. Your own orgasm triggers a chain reaction, pulling his own orgasm from him, the tip of his cock flush against your cervix and coating your insides with his cum. You continue moving against him as both of your orgasms ebb and flow. Once he’s finished coming down from his high he realizes what he’s done and starts profusely apologizing.
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I’m so sor-” he starts but you cut him off.
“It’s okay! I have an implant. All the girls here do.”
He nods, still panting slightly from his release. At this point in a session either the client would pull out or you would pull yourself off of them but neither of you move from each other. Strangely enough, you two start to get to know each other, with his cock still buried inside you.
“So, what’s your name?” he asks.
“Zeva told you. It’s Venus.”
“No, I mean your real name,” he says, his hand tracing the outline of your body.
You tell him your name and it brings you to ask, “Is Cassian your real name?”
“Mhm. Where are you from, sweetheart?”
“Alderaan,” you say, leaning into him more.
“Morlana One's quite a ways away from Alderaan.”
“Long story. What about you? Where are you from?”
“Kenari.”
“Really? Don’t think I’ve ever met anyone from Kenari. I didn’t think that place was even liveable anymore”
“It’s not. I live on Ferrix now.”
Your eyebrows raise and he chuckles, “Long story.”
And so the small talk about your names and where you’re from turns into a deep and real conversation. You tell each other about how you ended up where you are now. He tells you of his life before he was taken from Kenari at a young age, so much life and history behind the random stranger that walked into the brothel tonight. And as he listens to you, he strokes your hair and or rubs your skin, all while looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters in the whole galaxy.
“Morlana One’s not terrible… though I don’t want to work at a brothel forever. And I forgot what it’s like to live in a place that’s not crawling with Corpos.”
“Those Blues at the bar? They don’t deserve a girl like you.”
“I think you came here for a good time and got much more than you bargained for, Cassian,” you chuckle.
“Oh yeah? I'm not complaining,” he says cheekily.
But before you can respond Zeva knocks on the door and says, “We’re closing up, girl.”
You sigh and pull yourself off of him, already missing the feeling of him being inside you. He stands up and puts his clothes back on while you slip on your robe, both of you moving slowly like you don’t want the night to end. His hands find your waist again, pulling you close to him once more.
“Will I see you here in the leisure zone again, Cassian?” you say, pressing a kiss against his lips.
“Perhaps… Maybe next time I can get you to leave with me.”
“Maybe some day,” you smile.
“We’ll meet again.”
He grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles before saying goodbye, using your real name. He leaves through the door and you watch him walk down the hallway, stopping at the beaded curtain and turning to get one last look at you. He smiles and gives you a small wave before disappearing into the lounge.
Zeva comes up behind you and says, “Girl, you were with him all night! He must’ve been good.”
“He was,” you sigh.
“I think you’ve got yourself a new regular. Much better than those Corpos.”
“Definitely,” you laugh, shaking your head before returning to you room, already thinking of when you’ll see Cassian from Kenari again.
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perfect stranger
Pairing: Cassian Andor x female reader (no other specifications!)
Word Count: 1200 words
Summary: Meeting a strange man in a quiet bar in a foreign town.
Warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, spit as lube, oral sex (m receiving), reader being submissive, dirty talk, pet names, breath play, biting, if I missed anything major please let me know.
Author’s Note: based on that scene when cassian goes to the bar :)
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You had sworn yourself you'd never do anything like that ever again. And yet here you were a stranger's hand over your mouth, his cock deep inside your vagina, thrusting deeply into you.
You breathe deeper as the feeling of his thick cock stretching you out, somehow managing to hit deeper every time. One hour ago you had walked inside this bar, famous for loners and travelers and all you wanted to do was relax before your next flight back home.
Of course that wasn't possible, not when the mysterious dark stranger dressed in a long trench coat and a beard that hid most of his features stared at you in such a way that made your loins growl. He sat there sipping his drink slowly and you swore you wanted to become that glass.
Twenty minutes later you got up to head to the bathroom and there he was one arm above your head pining yours down, his hot breath against your mouth. "You're in need of some attention." He said as a statement and you couldn't help but notice how lovely his voice sounded.
"Can't talk when a man pays attention to you?" He chuckled and flared his nostrils and you know he had the strongest drink in the bar.
"Tell you what, if you want me to let you go right now just nod your head and I will. If you want me to continue, I will have to hear a little bit of your voice. Alright?" You tried to breathe and relax your body but you couldn't help but stare at his neck breathing in and out.
"Pl-pl-please." You breathed out, not wanting to miss an opportunity to get with him. His eyes glowed up and he slowly nodded. "Are you sure? If I start it'll be hard for me to stop."
"Please." You repeated and looked at him placing your hands on his waist. "Anything you want. Anything." He chuckled at your response and the next moment he shoved you inside the tiny cubicle, accentuated by the blue neon lights of the bar, and crushed his lips against yours. Rough unruly hair was brushing against your face as his open kisses traveled from your lips to your chin.
You moaned the first time he reached for your neck, one hand on your chin, leaving you a mess and desperate for oh so much more. He was gentle but hard with his kisses, wanting to leave bruises on your skin, wanting to devour you whole. You knew you weren't the first and maybe he picked up a different girl every night but fuck you deserved how good he made you feel.
Your trembling hands were trying hard to creep under his clothes but they felt like too many and you started getting frustrated.
"Easy, easy, I'll get what you need." He chuckled once again and took your hand placing it on the zipper close to his neck.
"That's where it opens." He instructed you correctly and you gasped at the sight of his toned chest. Your fingers immediately started caressing his skin as you reached further down slowing at his belly button.
Now there was only one thing you wanted to do and you started kneeling down which only had him smiling.
"Oh, that's what you like, huh? dreaming of sucking cocks at random bars?"
"My favorite thing in the world." You playfully retorted and looked at him. He helped you once more, pushing his pants down, a strange uniform of sorts that you had never seen before that made you believe he was a traveler from far away, and licked your lips when you finally saw his cock.
You wasted no time, tracing your fingers over his veins at first which had him cursing, and then slowly caressing his tip. Then you got to business, kitty licking his cock before using one fist down his length and bopping your head down the cock head. His hand naturally gets placed on your head, guiding you a little down his shaft but mostly he allows you to take control.
"You're so good baby, but fuck I need to get inside you. Now, on the wall." You let go and get up turning yourself around and placing your hands against the wall. One smack on your ass that has you whimpering and then Cassian is pushing your long skirt up your waist, twisting it inside your belt, and smacking your ass again.
"How long?" He asks and his one hand reaches under your thigh and up your pussy. "Has it been since you last got laid?" His mouth is right behind your ear and his deep voice has your legs trembling.
"M-months." You breathe out and his palm is now on your panties, soaking wet just for him. He slowly rubs his palm over your wetness and chuckles.
"I can tell. Can't find any good man to fuck that sweet pussy of yours?" You moan as cold air hits you when he pushes your panties to the side followed by his finger breaching inside your pussy.
"Ain't it sad? Thinking of how well I could be fucking that pussy every hour of the day if I had come across you earlier?" He twists his finger around your wall and your hand desperately tries to hold you on.
"I'm gonna treat her so good, don't worry."
And that brings you to now as he takes one of your legs and places it on the toilet seat so he can thrust inside you deeper, having first spitted again on his cock. His hands are on your hips, not letting you slip away from him.
You could have sworn you had promised yourself you'd get better and stop fucking random men in bars but somehow that information went missing from your head.
It's coming close now, you need to cum and shout his name that haven't even asked at all and you try to close your legs together. He pulls as he feels begin to orgasm and brings you to his body, one hand on your mouth, the other on your pussy, rubbing your clit. And you cum magnificently, your whole body shaking, your teeth biting down his fingers and his heavy cock pressed against your back.
He gives you a few moments to recover and breathe slowly holding you close.
"Be a good girl and get on your knees and open your mouth for me, okay?"
He whispers against your ear and you can't help but obey him, quick on your feet, getting down on the floor, butt naked, opening your mouth wide. He strokes his heavy cock a few times and hot glistening cum gets painted on your face, some inside your mouth and you gleefully lick it with your tongue.
You could have sworn that you'd never be this happy before as you watched his heavy features smiling just cause of you. And he placed a hand on your chin caressing your cheek slowly.
"I got a hotel room."
"I can get on the next plane."
"Good."
You could have sworn....
Oh, nevermind.
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open to - m/f/nb
What: Your muse is another prisoner in the factory, taking advantage of Cassian being new and shell shocked. / OR / Your muse witness someone attempting to take advantage of Cassian and either puts a stop to it or comforts him after.
(Star Wars verse, but no real knowledge required. Spoilers for ep 7 of Andor. This is more for smut/relationship building. Non/dub con wanted, but not required. Slight changes to canon surroundings for aesthetics.)
He felt hands too close in the refresher chamber. Their whole 'team' nude and showering, though little actually movement was even required. His body and mind were a little too much in shock to do much of anything. He didn't remember a thing about their work day.
Hands connected with his skin. Every muscle tensed, every instinct telling him to push away, to stop it from even starting. Cause a commotion. His body didn't move. His eyes didn't even look down, just closed momentarily. That was a mistake, seemingly, as whoever was behind him took it as enjoyment, and reached for his cock, drawing a short breath from Cassian.
He'd been walking around in a daze, still attempting to comprehend his sentencing, the fact that people died, and were willing to die, in the middle of the night by stepping into the hall of their cells. He couldn't imagine it. He hadn't even thought about sex here, but surely it was bound to happen. But no one else was moving, feeling up others here. He was in the middle of the group. The hand moved to stroke him, the other touching his hip, he finally moved, bringing his hands to weakly push at the wrists.
Causing a commotion would cause trouble. Punishment for everyone. No one was going to thank him for that.
"Get your hands off of me," Cassian spoke, quietly but as threateningly as he could muster. He wasn’t sure if he was even heard over the running water.
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