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It’s been AGES and i still think about this

I was just about to beg you for any more Cassian crumbs because I love what you've written for him so far (as well as your writing in general but I'm in a Cassian phase right now 😅) but then I saw that you're taking Kinktober requests and I wanted to ask if you could do Cassian with the lingerie prompt and "I shouldn't allow myself to get this close to you".

If not that's totally fine as well, I'll be looking forward to what you'll write no matter what, but as I said I'd literally take any Cassian crumbs from you ❣

(Thank you so much anon! This ones for you 🧡 Happy almost Cassian Wednesday!)

Off Limits

Cassian Andor x f!reader

Summary: When Cassian Andor goes undercover for the Rebellion and ends up assigned to guard the daughter of an Imperial general, he soon realizes he's bitten off far more than he can chew.

Word Count: 2.2k

Rating: 18+ EXPLICIT

Content: NSFW, smut, masturbation, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie, rough sex, dirty talk, lingerie

MASTERLIST || MORE KINKTOBER || PART 2 - CROSSING LINES

In retrospect, perhaps Cassian should have anticipated that after his last several missions for the Alliance went off without a hitch, he was due for a royal fuck up eventually. But this mission was supposed to be simple, easy, in and out. He was meant to go undercover on a minor desert planet currently under Imperial occupation; all he needed to do was pose as a soldier and glean whatever information that he could from the unit stationed there.

However, things quickly went sideways when, three days in, he found himself singled out and selected to be the personal guard for the daughter of the commanding general. While the quarters the general and his family were staying in were guarded day and night regardless, an uptick in Rebel activity on a nearby planet had left the Empire poised and ready for attack at any moment. Cassian had quietly snorted at the accusation, well aware that nobody in the Alliance was moving in on their location just yet. Besides him.

The change in assignment made Cassian’s plans to clear out in a week’s time nearly impossible, as there was a far greater chance that he’d be seen trying to slip away. And thus as the weeks slipped past, Cassian made the best of it by taking full advantage of his post. In reality, this unexpected turn of events was a blessing to the Rebellion, given the amount of Imperial secrets he was able to eavesdrop on from directly under the general’s roof.

The real issue was you, the general’s daughter. The general’s adult daughter who clearly despised the Empire and all that her father stood for. His daughter that should have been off living her own life by now, pursuing a career and perhaps raising a family, but instead was caught within the clutches of her father’s iron grip. He was convinced that his status put a direct target on your back for the Rebels, and thus he insisted on keeping you close.

The issue was that you were beautiful, far too beautiful for Cassian to ignore when he spent most hours of the day with your figure somewhere within his line of sight. And while perhaps he could have gotten through the rest of the mission with nothing more than his own hand for relief in the dark privacy of the meager cot he slept on, his self control began to deteriorate at an alarming rate once you began to notice him, too.

It started off small, things like a brush of your hand over his shoulder when you walked past him. You slowly began to engage him in conversation, citing that you couldn’t bear for him to look as dreadfully bored as he did just standing at attention day in and day out. And as your comfort with him grew, you took to playful gestures, like hip checking him on occasion or reaching out to ruffle his hair. But Cassian’s losing battle took a surefire nosedive the day that you shot him a mischievous look before asking him about what kind of a sex life he had as an Imperial soldier. Clearly unconcerned that he’d report back to your father, you went so far as to admit to him that you sometimes made a habit of sneaking off to a cantina to find a willing partner when your father’s unit was stationed planet-side.

Blatant sexual tension be damned, perhaps Cassian would have been able to keep his restraint in check…if it weren’t for the fateful evening you’d decided you were sneaking out.

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After weeks spent on the receiving end of the steady gaze of the handsome soldier, you were entirely at your wits end in sexual frustration. Far too many nights already, you’d had to resort to shoving a cloth in your mouth to hush your moans as you lay in bed, legs spread wide under your silken sheets as you slipped a finger through your folds. Folds that were often soaking wet with arousal by the time night fell after spending all day imagining the way the stubble on the guard’s chin would scratch against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs as he licked his way into your cunt. Sometimes, you liked to imagine him walking into your quarters to check on you in the middle of the night while you were finger fucking yourself, a thought that sent you over the edge of a gushing, knee trembling orgasm.

So needless to say, you were in dire need of company to distract yourself.

Turning sideways in the mirror, your eyes raked over the undergarments that you’d discreetly purchased on the last planet that your family had been stationed on. While you’d never worn, much less seen, anything like them before, the shopkeeper had insisted that every woman should own a pair. You ran a hand over your backside, which was on clear display with nothing more than a thin strip of fabric running between your cheeks. The bottoms rode high on your waist, accentuating your hips as they dipped toward the sheer fabric that covered your core. Straps connected them to the top portion, which—while it remained firmly in place—let your breasts almost generously spill out as your nipples were on clear display through the lace.

Distracted by marveling at the outfit, you didn’t hear the two brief knocks at your door that signified your guard was coming in. He entered in a rush, and because you were standing no more than a few places from the doorway, he ran directly into you.

As you began to topple sideways, his hands automatically shot out to steady you, and you clocked the exact moment that he realized what you were wearing. Once you were righted, he quickly pulled his hands away from you, throat bobbing as he forcefully directed his attention to a far off point on the other side of the room.

While you could have quickly reached for the robe hanging up nearby and simply swept the whole matter under the rug, you stood there for another beat instead, helpless to stop the next words that fell from your lips.

Teasingly, you asked, “What, do I look that terrible?”

He sputtered, coughing for a moment, an incredulous look briefly passing over his face before he schooled his features back to neutrality. “Not at all.”

Fueled by some unseen source of courage, perhaps the confidence boost you felt as you took another peek at yourself in the mirror out of the corner of your eye, you challenged, “Then why won’t you look at me?”

He didn’t respond, instead choosing to look down at the floor, inspecting his shoes. But the slight tick of his jaw and the subtle way he clenched his fist told you everything you needed to know. You took three steps forward, closing the distance between the two of you, and reached out to gently cup his chin, making him look at you.

There was undeniable heat in his gaze as he looked into your eyes, and his voice was noticeably rough as he said, “I shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you.”

“I’d rather it be you than a random stranger,” you replied simply.

You reached down, placing his hand on your breast, and he carefully ran a thumb over your peaked nipple.

“I think about this every night,” you told him.

He nodded, bringing his other hand up as he began to massage both of your breasts. “I know, I’ve heard you pleasuring yourself.”

Though you burned with embarrassment, you didn’t shy away from his touch as you asked, “What have you heard?”

Dipping his hands inside of the bra to scoop up your tits and lift them out of the fabric, he chuckled. “The wet squelching of your pretty little cunt as you shove your fingers in there. The way your bed creaks as you’re plunging into yourself. The muffled little cries you try to hide when you finish.”

As the words left his mouth, you clenched your legs together, feeling the arousal that had begun to drip from your entrance.

“So you like to just stand there and listen to me?”

Shaking his head, he leaned down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth to suck on it. After releasing it, he replied, “No, I like to wrap my hands around my cock and imagine my fist is your tight little cunt.”

A jolt of pleasure shot down your spine, and you licked your lips.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He continued.

You nodded. “Please.”

“Tell me what you want,” he drawled, running a hand up the side of your neck.

“I want you to fuck me,” you breathed out, and he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss.

Slowly, you began to walk backward as he licked his way into your mouth, pulling him with you until the backs of your knees hit the edge of your bed. You scooted onto the mattress, grabbing the guard by the collar and pulling him on top of you.

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Cassian’s mouth went dry as he propped himself up above you on the bed, staring down at your nearly naked body, each and every curve and dip on display for his hungry eyes. While there were a thousand reasons for him to turn around and walk out that door, he couldn’t be bothered to care as you took two of his fingers into your mouth and began to suck on them. The fucking Rebellion could wait.

His breath hitched as you bobbed your head, swirling your tongue around the digits and sucking them with fervor. Reaching down, he adjusted his throbbing cock, which was straining in a battle with the confines of his pants. You took notice and propped your leg up, placing your knee directly in between his legs. Cassian nearly choked as you firmly pressed against his length, bucking his hips in response and grinding downward.

–

Though he remained in his uniform, the guard slipped his curved, leaking shaft free, and you rolled over onto your stomach, presenting your backside to him. An appreciative sound left his mouth as he palmed the curves of your ass and ran one finger down the flimsy piece of fabric that disappeared between your cheeks.

You keened when he pulled your hips upward slightly, pitching your ass into the air as your face remained pressed into the pillow. Gently, he hooked a finger in the piece of fabric and pulled it aside to reveal your slit. A finger prodded at your entrance, and you immediately thrust your hips backward, pushing it inside of you.

“Eager,” he commented, amused.

You moaned as he began to slowly pump in and out, his finger sliding easily through your soaking wet channel. As he inserted another, you shifted backward again, attempting to fuck yourself on his fingers.

He brought a hand up to rest on your lower back. “Easy, princess. Be patient.”

The moment you felt the head of his length press against your hot core, you whined, and he slowly began to sink into you. One of his hands still kept the fabric of your bottoms pulled to the side, and the tug of the material where it now felt tight at your hips heightened the pleasure that was coiling in your gut.

Once he bottomed out deep inside of your cunt, he slowly began to drag his cock back out of you, setting a steady rhythm. But you wanted more.

“Harder.”

You didn’t need to tell him twice. Without warning, his hips snapped against yours, balls slapping against your ass as he began to roughly pound your pussy. He gripped the back of your neck with one hand, pushing you down harder against the mattress as his cock massaged your slick inner walls, the sound of smacking flesh echoing throughout the room.

The heat licking its way up your abdomen grew scorching hot as his thrusts began to grow sloppy and desperate. When he snaked one hand around your front to rub circles on your clit, you cried out into the pillow, your cunt clenching down and gushing on his shaft as your climax crested.

He continued to ravage your hole, hips stuttering as his own orgasm approached, and you turned your head to the side as you said, “Cum inside of me.”

A strangled moan left his lips as he panted out, “What would the general think if he knew I was stuffing his precious daughter full of cum?”

“Fill me so deep that it’s leaking out of me for days.”

His hands gripped your hips tightly as he groaned, burying himself in you to the hilt, and you felt it as thick, hot spurts of cum pulsed out of his cock, filling your cunt to the brim.

—

After Cassian pulled his spent shaft from you, momentarily pressing two fingers to your entrance in an attempt to stop the flood of cum that was about to gush out, both of you eventually collapsed side by side on the bed.

You gazed into his eyes, and after a few beats of silence passed, you smirked at him as you said, “Now tell me who you really are.”

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