#cassian andor smut

[djarinsphere]

not to be nsfw or anything but i would do anything to give cassian andor the best head of his life

[westsidepetrichor]

minute by minute

pairing: cassian andor x reader synopsis: cassian comes back early and shows you how much he missed you<3 warnings: smut. minors dni. cunnilingus (reader receiving, reader has a vagina), kinda sorta switchy cass??, fluff, uhhh i think that's it?? a/n: hi!! i haven't written in a while, but now that i've graduated college, i've had some free time and decided to return to my roots lolol. can we take a moment for the gif?? yeah that’s what he’d look like on his knees for you hUH who said that🤨🤨??? please note that i have not seen rogue one yet!! my first watch will be after andor ends and yes, i'm terrified<3 apologies if this is a bit ooc. enjoy!! :D

cassian andor knows how to use his time. he can be both patient and impatient, especially when it comes to you.

sometimes, he can be slow.

you were in the hangar talking to a friend. they spot cassian approaching up behind you. he puts a finger up to his lips as a signal not to alert you. catching his drift, your friend makes a shoddy excuse about a blown fuse that needs attention and they leave with a odd smile on their face.

you wonder what the reason is when you suddenly feel a hand snake dangerously low around your waist and another over your eyes. he leans in close to your ear.

"guess who?" he says. you can hear the smirk in his voice and giggle.

moving his hands, you turn to look at him. thankfully, he's returned in one piece. you'll never get used to the way he looks at you. his gorgeous brown eyes seem to see you so deeply it makes your stomach flip.

"you're back early!" you smile. "how'd it go?"

he shrugs, smiling. "oh you know, same old, same old."

"ohhh, right. of course. just doing your usual charming, dashing things," you tease. "i missed you, you know. always do."

your hands trail down the front of his jacket as you tell him this. his breath hitches ever so slightly and he clutches your waist tighter.

"awww, i'm sorry, my love," he coos. you frown playfully, smacking his arm. "i'll make it up to you."

the tone he takes on hints at what his plan might be. and he knows that you know, that's what makes this little game of yours fun.

"oh? and how do you plan on doing that?" you ask challengingly.

the stubble on his jaw tickles your cheek as he whispers something so obscene, your knees almost buckle. when he pulls away, he tilts his head at you appraisingly.

"how does that sound?" he asks cheekily. you roll your eyes and kiss him deeply, surprising him. you have your own ploys, something cassian never tires of. the two of you try to hide your smiles as you walk briskly to your shared room.

once the door is shut, cassian presses you against it and kisses you slowly. deeply. your hands find themselves in his hair, tugging ever so slightly. he groans. you smile into the kiss. that smile turns into a gasp as he slots one of his legs between your thighs.

involuntarily, you buck your hips downward to seek a bit of relief. this only makes cassian chuckle as he pulls away, moving his leg in the process. the action makes you whine, but he cuts you off.

"sit on the edge of the bed," he orders.

you can't get to the bed fast enough, plopping yourself down and spreading your legs.

"someone's excited, hmm?" he teases.

you feel your cheeks flare up and your legs close a little in embarrassment. cassian places a hand on your thigh reassuringly, gently spreading them open again.

"you know i love it." he places a soft kiss to your cheek and sinks to his knees.

it's a sight that never fails to make you soaked. he looks up at you with such reverence that you feel like you're floating. he removes your boots and tosses them behind him, a loud thump echoing as they land.

"oh i'm the excited one?" you manage to choke out. you feel his nose brush up against your clothed clit. he looks up at you with a glint in his eye.

"it can go both ways..." he murmurs. "hips up."

cassian helps you remove your bottoms, but is especially slow removing your underwear. it's a dark emerald green, a favorite color of his. a glob of your wetness clings to the fabric as he peels it off you.

now bare, he takes a moment to admire you. the slight shakiness of breath, eyes blown in lust. he begins to press kisses to the insides of your thighs, almost purring as he nips them playfully.

you gasp. “c-cass! please… didn’t you want to apologize? this- ah- doesn’t feel like an apology…”

cassian doesn’t look up at you, opting to respond with his head still low.

“mmm, i don’t know…” he murmurs, licking a broad stripe up your cunt. “taking my time to admire you…”

he presses a long, slow kiss to your clit.

“make you feel sexy, wanted… i know that's really what you crave. that seems like a better apology than most.”

he continues his ministrations, practically making out with your pussy. your hands fist the sheets.

“oh my g-god! cass, shit shit shit-” you moan. “i wanna cum, please! missed you so bad and i- ngh!”

cassian shushes you gently, adding a thumb to circle your clit.

“shh shhh, i'm here. i’ve got you. it’s alright,” he soothes. “i’ll make you feel good. just lie back and let me take care of you.”

and that he is. it’s downright filthy at this point. wet kisses and laps fill the room, cassian’s chin gleaming with your essence. his head feels hazy, drunk on your taste. he could spend hours down here if you let him.

your finds find his hair again, yanking hard. cassian gasps against you.

"i'm close! so fucking close, cass, cmon!" you whine, grinding onto his face. cassian chuckles, the vibrations below making you writhe more. you can't see it, but cassian smiles.

knowing that he's the only one that can break you down bit by bit, minute by minute, drives him insane. he, of all people, know how to play the long game. but long games all have their end, and you were nearing yours.

"mmm, you close?" cassian teases. a fervent nod escapes you, feeling your muscles tighten in anticipation. in a matter of seconds, you feel yourself unravel. your body shakes, a cry escapes your lips. for a moment, you feel like you've blacked out, overwhelmed by the pleasure. cassian continues lavishing you in licks and kisses, helping you ride the wave.

once you come down, you wince a little at the overstimulation. cassian kisses you softly, panting slowly. his long lashes brush against your cheek as he plants soft kisses across your face.

"that's one hell of an apology," you chuckle. he smiles, nuzzling his nose against yours.

"told you i'd make it up to you."

end note: sorry if the ending was ass lmfao

[rositxespinosa]

hot hot hot <3

Worth The Wait

Pairing: Cassian x Reader

Summary: Things keep coming between you and Cassian but you decide enough is enough.

Warnings: NSFW, smut for the sake of smut! Oral sex (F receiving),  unprotected penetrative sex (only suitable for ages 18+)

Comments: My first smut fic! I really enjoyed writing this. I definitely think there is some things I could improve on but I had fun writing this and really wanted to share it.

The room felt like it was a sauna, you were straddling Cassian’s lap, pressing yourself into him as you were making out. Cassian’s tongue was massaging your own as you began to grind down onto him. You felt Cassian moan into the kiss as his hands slipped under your top, gripping onto your bare waist. You reached down to begin taking your top off and that's when you heard it. Your least favourite sound in the galaxy. Cassian’s communicator.

Cassian pulled away and groaned, running a hand down his face.

‘Can’t you just ignore it this time’ you pleaded, leaning down to start kissing him again, but before your lips could meet the beeping started again.

‘Sorry, you know I can’t.’ He helped you off of him before he retrieved the device from across the room. He sighed ‘I’ve got to go baby.’

You couldn’t help feeling hurt, you knew he’d only leave for good reason but this was the closest you two had gotten to actually having sex. It's not that neither of you wanted to but something always seemed to get in the way. You finally had him under you, able to feel his arousal through your trousers but the moment had gone. You’ve never felt more frustrated.

‘I’ll be back as soon as I can.’ He crossed the room back to you, crouching down to your eye level. 

‘I’m gonna throw that communicator to the bottom of an ocean on a far away planet so you never find it,’ you pouted, crossing your arms across your chest.  

He chuckled and gave you one last fleeting kiss before heading to the door. He turned to give you an apologetic look before leaving.

You flopped back onto the couch, throwing your hands over your face in frustration. You’d been so worked up ever since you and Cassian had started this relationship. You longed for the intimacy but apparently the whole galaxy was joined together to keep you apart.

‘At least he promised he’d be back tonight’ you thought ‘it can’t be anything major if he knows he’ll be back relatively soon.’ 

You decided to get up and take a shower, cool yourself off after what had just unfolded. You let the cold water cascade over your body, trying not to think of the way Cassian was holding you only moments ago. The cold water helped clear your mind momentarily but as soon as you shut it off you could once again feel the lingering touch of Cassian on your lips and on your body.

Stepping out of the bathroom you made the decision that tonight was going to be the night, regardless of what time Cassian gets back. You took a quick look around your cramped quarters, concocting a plan in your head to surprise him. You began by making the bed and tidying your things away, luckily you didn’t have many possessions so it didn’t take too long to get the room looking neat again.

Next you began digging through your clothes, looking for the perfect thing to wear. Right at the bottom you found exactly what you were looking for, a lacey, black lingerie set. You remember packing it when you first decided to join the rebellion, it seemed silly at the time bringing something unessential like this but you were thanking yourself now.

You carefully slipped the items on and decided to reduce the lighting down to its lowest setting. You rested on the bed, excited for Cassian’s return. Although as the minutes ticked over you could feel the anxiety blossoming in your chest, ‘what if he’s not back for hours? He’ll probably just want to go to sleep.’ you thought. You nervously played with a loose thread on your comforter, the longer you laid there, the sillier this seemed. ‘He’ll probably think I look desperate, sitting up waiting for him like this.’

As you lay there with your inner monologue trying to sabotage your evening, you heard the door slide open. ‘I told you I’d be back soon’ Cassian called out as he made his way in. You held your breath, there’s no going back now, your plan was either going to unfold right now or crumble before your eyes.

You released an unsteady breath, trying to not let your nerves show as you watched him turn to face you.

His knees almost buckled when he laid his eyes on you, stars he thought you were beautiful. He licked his lips before saying ‘To what do I owe the pleasure?’ He kicked his boots off and began making his way over to you, shedding his jacket on the way. You noticed his eyes never left your body and the nerves about this being a bad decision quickly faded away.

‘I don’t know what you mean, I was just getting ready to go to sleep’ you tease, twirling a strand of hair around your fingers.

‘Oh is that so?’ Cassian reached behind himself, pulling his shirt over his head and climbing onto the bed, looming over you.

You’ve never been more turned on, watching Cassian’s eyes roam over all of your exposed skin.

‘You look exquisite baby,’ he uttered ‘how did I get so lucky?’ His hand ghosting over the bare skin of your legs.

You felt heat rising up your face at his words. Instinctually you raised your hands to cover your face.

He gently moved one leg over your waist so he was on top of you. ‘Please don’t hide from me.’ His hands remove yours from your flushed face. You looked up at him over you, he looked gorgeous like this, with the low orange light of your room completely bathing him.

You raised your hands up to his bare chest, lightly dragging your nails down to his abdomen, relishing in the way his head slightly fell back and a rush of air escaped between his lips. 

Cassian lowered himself down onto his elbows, his face now in front of your own. He paused with your lips barely touching, you were staring into his eyes as you breathed in each other's air. Fuck, you were done for, you hadn’t even kissed yet and you felt dizzy.

Your lips met slowly, taking time to sink into the moment. Your lips moved in unison as your hands roamed up his arms, one hand snaking into his hair at the bottom of his neck.

As you lightly tugged the hair there you could feel Cassian moan against you. The kiss became more desperate, and his hands began exploring your bare skin. He groaned as you parted your lips allowing him to lick into your mouth.

It became so intense that you had to pull away to gasp for air, Cassian on the other hand had other ideas. He began kissing along your jaw, his lips trailing down to your neck. You could hardly concentrate, your mind swimming. Your body felt like it was on fire, every kiss leaving you breathless.

His stubble scratched along your neck as he bit over your pulse point, you couldn’t stop the sinful moan that came out. If he could make you feel this good already you weren’t sure if you could handle what's to come. He licked over the mark and continued his journey, kissing and licking his way to your collarbone, where he lightly bit you again.

His lips continued their journey downwards, leaving a trail of wet kisses from your collarbone down to the top of your covered breasts. Cassian pulled down the fabric of the flimsy bralette, letting your pebbled nipples stand free. He wasted no time and flicked his tongue over one nipple. Your back arched at the sensation, ‘d-do that again’ you managed to stutter out as he sucked your nipple into his mouth. You could feel him grin against your skin before obliging your request, he flicked his tongue over your raised nipple once more. You could feel how wet you were getting, your panties must be soaked through by now. He moved over to the other nipple giving it the same attention.

You felt him briefly grind down onto you, letting you feel his hard length pressing into your inner thigh, the thought that he was as turned on as you damn near sent you crazy. You groaned his name as you glided your fingers through his hair.

His eyes shot up to yours ‘Fuck baby, you’ve never said my name like that’ he murmured. ‘You’re gonna be the death of me if you carry on.’ He crawled his way back up your body. Until his lips were back on yours again. ‘Baby let me taste you,’ he uttered between kisses. ‘I’ve wanted to for so long, been dreaming about how you’d taste.’ He pulled back to look into your eyes, his own were dark and full of desire for you. Your chest was heaving up at him as he breathed out ‘Please baby, will you let me?’

You couldn’t muster the words to say back, so you nodded up to him. Never in a million years did you think Cassian would be begging you to let him go down on you.

He kissed along your jaw, up to your ear. He tugged your earlobe between his teeth before whispering ‘I want to hear you say it baby, tell me how much you want it.’

You managed to gather your thoughts for half a second to choke out ‘P-please Cassian, I need you.’ 

At your words he immediately begins his journey down your neck again, making sure to pay special attention to where he had bitten you before. His lips travelled down the valley of your breasts, but this time he didn’t stop there, he kept going. Leaving love bites in his wake as he travelled ever lower down your body. 

You almost sobbed as he licked along the line of your panties. He gently took the fabric between his teeth and dragged the material down your legs. You had to look away, the sight too much for your brain to process right now. He began leaving featherlight kisses as he made his way back up your legs. He parted your legs as he settled between them, he continued kissing his way up your thigh, inching slowly closer to where you were desperate to feel him. 

He stopped just before he gave in to what you both want ‘fuck baby, look how wet you are’ he breathed, parting your lips with his fingers. He was so close you could feel his breath tickling your sensitive area, he blew a stream of cold air on to you and relished in the small whimper you let out. You’d be embarrassed if it weren’t for how turned on you were. 

‘Cass p-please I can’t take this anymore’ you begged, needing to feel more.

‘Don’t worry I’ve got you baby,’ he cooed as he finally gave in. He kept your lips spread with one hand as he flattened his tongue against you, licking from your hole all the way up to your clit. He repeated this a couple of times, moaning at the taste of you. You felt light headed as he continued. You looked down to see Cassian, eyes closed, hair a mess, completely lost in what he was doing to you. The site of him between your thighs was nearly enough to push you over the edge already.

He flicked his tongue deliberately hard over your clit, causing you to gasp out his name. He continued focusing on your most sensitive area, swirling firm circles around it with his tongue until you were a writhing mess. His name tumbling from your lips over and over as he pushed you closer to the edge. Without warning your felt two of his fingers push inside you, slowly fucking you with them, as he kept the same pace with his tongue. Your hand flew down to his hair at the intrusion, gripping on tight but not deterring him in any way.

You could feel the coil inside you being wound tighter and tighter as he carried on. Cassian began curling his fingers as he fucked them into you, now hitting something that felt like it was sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. He sucked your clit once and you felt the coil snap, your body tensed as you came screaming his name. Your vision went completely white as you felt Cassian lapping at your pussy, his fingers not slowing their pace as he guided you through your orgasm.

Feeling disorientated you push his head away as the sensations borderline on too much.You watched as he pulled his fingers from you, making a wet slick sound as he does. He doesn’t hesitate to bring them up to his mouth, humming as he sucks off every essence of you. 

Your hand still in Cassian’s hair tugged lightly to pull his attention up to you, you sat up slightly to meet him halfway as he crashed his lips into yours. The way you could taste yourself on him sparked a new wave of arousal through you. You reached a hand down, gripping his hard length through his trousers. He bit down on your lower lip in response. This just spurred you on, you undid the button to his trousers and reached in to grab his cock with no restraints. The noise he let out was somewhere between a moan and a growl. You began slowly stroking him, watching as his eyes fluttered close, losing himself in the moment.

You leant up and began kissing and nipping his neck, increasing the speed of your hand ever so slightly. 

‘Baby,’ he rasped, gripping your wrist. ‘Baby you’ve gotta stop, I’m not gonna last, need to be inside you.’ You looked up to meet his eyes, his pupils were completely blown. He removed your hand and pushed you back onto the bed. He made quick work of his trousers and boxers, throwing them somewhere across the room.

‘Maker, he’s beautiful’ you thought as you finally had him completely bare in front of you. Cassian positioned himself between your spread legs, the weeks of anticipation had been building up to this moment and you could feel the tension sparking between you. He looked down as he began rubbing his velvet tip between your wet folds, the head catching your clit caused you to mewl, your pussy clenching around nothing, yearning to feel him inside you.

Cassian placed his large hands onto your thighs, spreading you further as he finally gave in and slowly pushed inside you. A groan was ripped from his chest at the feeling of you clenching around him. Fuck the stretch felt electrifying, you couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling back at the sensation. He thrusts all the way inside you and just stays like that for a moment, feeling you clench around him. You finally had Cassian right where you needed him and it felt every bit as perfect as you hoped it would.

He slowly pulled his cock out and you could hear the wet sound echoing around your head. You looked up at Cassian but his eyes were pinned on where your bodies were connected, watching your pussy grip him as he continued to pull out all the way until just the head was sat inside you.

‘Fuck baby, you feel like you were made for me,’ Cassian says as he looks back up your face. You can’t hold back the whimper as he starts a slow, steady rhythm, rolling his hips into you. He doesn’t break eye contact as he brings his thumb down to your clit. 

You shudder as he begins drawing tight circles over your bundle of nerves, ‘stars look at you’ he coos ‘look so good taking me like this baby’ his words caused your skin to flush ‘need you to cum again for me, can you do that for me?’ he began snapping his hip more harshly into you. 

You were unsure if you even had the capacity to cum right now, everything was too much and not enough at the same time. All you knew was that everything felt spectacular. You reached your arms up to Cassian’s neck, pulling him down towards you. He happily obliges, burying his face into your neck and kissing you. You dig your fingers into his shoulders, needing something to hold on to so you don’t lose your mind. Cassian begins grinding into you from this angle, his lower abdomen now putting pressure to your clit with every movement.

You moan his name ‘fuck..please don’t stop, don’t stop, please, I’m close.’

He lets out a growl ‘stars baby, you sound good when you beg.’ He picks up the pace ‘I’m not stopping, need to feel you cum around me.’ He buries himself inside you with a harsh snap of his hips and that's all it takes to push you into your second earth shattering orgasm of the night. You cum with Cassian’s name tumbling from your mouth. 

The feeling of you clenching down on him is too much for Cassian, he stills deep inside you, his entire body going tense as he cums moaning your name into your neck. You can feel his cock pulsing inside you, causing you to shudder.

You stay like that for a few moments, Cassian’s slowly softening cock still inside you and your deep breaths being the only sound to fill the room.

Cassian eventually rolls off of you, pulling you into his side. Your rub gentle circles across his skin, feeling content. ‘Oh that was definitely worth the wait’ you sigh into his chest.

Cassian hums in agreement and adds ‘what makes you think it's over yet?’ You looked up to see a mischievous smile on Cassian’s face. ‘We need to make up for lost time.’ He shifted slightly so he could meet your lips again.

It was going to be a long night…

[writing-girlie]

So... Do the people want Cassian fics? (Probably smut)

[villainsoftheweek]

to the stars.

rating: explicit. 18+ only. length: 3,976 content: Cassian Andor x f!reader, reader is an Imperial turned spy, dark themes [major death], porn with plot, established "relationship", smut [thigh riding, fingering - receiving, unprotected p in v], kink(s) [spit, overstimulation, choking, scratching, biting]

he will think of you every time he looks to the stars.

“They’re going to kill you tomorrow, which has changed our plans quite a bit.”

The cell door closed behind you, offering privacy with the rebel contained within the walls that surrounded him. He looked up at you from between his brown locks that seemed to grow messier by the day – they’d certainly grown longer in his time spent mostly within the captivity the cell offered. His deep, brown eyes found their way to yours, his own full of questioning at your surprise visit.

“How much is quite a bit?” He questioned, raising upward to sit on the bed rather than remain on his back. 

“Quite a bit,” you repeated, hands folded firmly behind your back and face saturated in seriousness. He hated seeing you on edge like this. “I have rigged three explosions on board — one in the hangar bay, one close enough to the bridge to make them nervous, and one…well, here. So hopefully they think you’re dead.”

You were brave, fearless even; if Cassian thought hard enough about it, he may even call your reckless abandon for your wellbeing stupidity, if he didn’t know it was because you just cared so much. Despite the recklessness you regularly showcased it had yet to prevent you from displaying competency — if you set out on a task, you would see results. He’d known of you before he even found himself in his current position – the Imperial General turned Rebel Spy – but no stories could compare to seeing you in the flesh and watching you work.

“What sort of ship did you get?”

“No ship – an escape pod. The explosions are to distract from that.”

“I don’t like the sound of this plan,” he stated, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair. “There’s too much risk, too much left to chance. We should talk about it more.

“I don’t like the sound of you dying tomorrow,” you replied, always quick with a rebuttal. He often wondered if you had intended to be a politician in another life, though he never asked. It was painful for many to dwell in the past, as he expected was the case for you. It was something he could understand. “The plan stays as it is. Have hope, Cassian.”

He nearly relented at the soft reassurance in your voice, at how despite you were clearly just as anxious as he was finding himself you still sought to soothe him. “If they know who organized this,”he began, shaking his head slightly despite his dissipating nerves. “They will kill you.”

“Yes. They will,” you replied matter of fact, having accepted the words already. You’d been doing this long enough to know what a plan like this meant, and he wasn’t even privy to all the details like you were. You knew it would be an argument regardless – holding back some of the information was better for both of you. “We’ll both just have to bring our best.”

“It’s too risky,” he refused to relent, his head shaking firmly again.

“It’s all we’ve got, Cass.”

The silence lingered as he allowed your words to soak in, as his brain tried to quickly think of anything else the two of you could attempt. With just a little more time the two of you could come up with something so much better, so much less reckless – but the time had run out.

“When?” he finally conceded, eyes meeting yours again. There were so many things that he wanted to say to you, so many kindnesses he had intended to thank you for and hadn’t gotten around to.

“First thing in the morning. I’ll come to you when it’s time.”

Months of this were coming to an end. Months of late-night unauthorized visits ending with Cassian buried in you, losing himself in the reprieve you offered from whatever his day had forced on him. Months of both of you pretending that the solace you found in one another was nothing more than a temporary distraction. Soon, though – sooner than expected – he would no longer be able to lose himself momentarily in the bliss of your body. He wanted to tell you everything he admired about you, so many things he wanted to ask, so many things he wanted to know. 

It was cruel of the galaxy to bring you together this way, but the fact was unsurprising – cruelty was an old friend to you both.

“What will you do until then?” He broke the silence as you turned to leave, holding a breath as he awaited your response. It seemed selfish to ask for what he wanted given how much you were risking for him today, but he hoped your heart yearned for the same as his in 

“My job. Everything must seem normal for this to work.”

“Is it not your job to interrogate me, Captain?” Despite everything, you couldn’t hold back the light smile that formed on your lips as you turned to face him again. He leaned against the wall with one hand resting behind his head, his other hand resting on his thigh as his eyes sought yours out again. The smug expression he so-often wore with you had returned; his lips slightly upturned in a smirk as he patted his thigh twice firmly. “Interrogate me, then.”

There was no use in arguing, because any quarrels you may have presented would be false: you wanted this time with Cassian again before he was ripped from you. Perhaps it was irresponsible, but it didn’t matter – your feet carried you to the bed with no argument. As you climbed into the bed and into his lap, he immediately removed his hand from behind his head, raising it instead to cradle the side of your face and lead you close to him as the other found its regular position on your hip. Your lips chased his, claiming one another in a soft but heated kiss that felt so right it mirrored the cosmos’ aligning stars. His lips parted before yours, desperate for the kiss to reflect his need for you – desperate to commit the feeling to memory on the chance this was the last kiss you’d share for a while. 

You’d seated yourself onto one of his thighs due to your quickened, desperate movements and while the kiss deepened by the swipe of his tongue across the seam of your lips, your hips shifted in response, a rush of heat flooding to your core. Cassian knew that movement, recognized the hitch to your breath and the whisper of a moan that was swallowed into his mouth, and it ticked the corners of his lips up into a smirk. Removing his hand from your cheek and sliding his tongue against your own he trailed his fingers down your body until his thumb connected with the sensitive bundle of nerves at your core through the grey pants you wore. You had to pull away from the kiss to moan, your hands suddenly grasping his shoulders to steady yourself as your eyes squeezed shut at his unexpected movement – the exact reason he'd done it. He loved the face you made when he took you by surprise and couldn’t wait to do it in more ways that weren’t restricted by a cell.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead before gliding his lips downward to your neck, pressing gentle kisses as he slowly rubbed a circle with his thumb attached to you. You whined then, eyes fluttering open to a hooded, darkened gaze as you sought his face, finding the softest smirk played on his lips. Your ground your core against his thigh, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as he pressed a kiss to the spot he knew was the most sensitive on your neck.

“Kriff, Cassian,” you moaned, your head rolling back as you began to rub your dripping core on his thigh in slow, intentional movements, gasping when it changed the pressure on your clit. 

“I know,” he murmured, pulling your ear lobe between his teeth and guiding your hips back and forth with his tight grip on your waist. “I can feel how wet you are already. Were you wet when you walked in here?”

“Yes,” you gasped your confession, one of your hands sliding to the back of his head and gripping his hair slightly, pulling a groan from his chest. His thumb began rubbing faster circles, pressing against the sensitive nub harder to coax you closer to release. “I didn’t…think I’d get…get to fuck you again.”

A soft chuckle rumbled through him, his head raising to look at your face – cheeks flushed, lips parted, and so fucking beautiful for him already. “That’s what you’re worried about, hmm? Letting your dirty rebel fuck you again?” You could only nod in response. “Not giving you my cock until you cum just like this, Captain.”

You whimpered quietly as he claimed your lips again but found that soon with the combined pressure against your core from his muscular thigh and his pointed attention on your clit, it didn’t take long for your legs begin to shake. As your first orgasm rushed through you moaned into his mouth, pulling his hair slightly as you clung to anything you could to stable yourself. 

When you’d finished your release, he wasted no time stripping you, tossing the clothes to the side before he knelt in front of the cot, leaning to trail kisses up your thigh. You whined at his gentle kisses; his hand spread your thighs before he reached to run two of his fingers through your folds, gathering the wetness that had flowed from you moments ago. 

“Look at how wet you are for me,” he mused, leaning forward to repeat the action through your folds with his tongue with a low groan. He flicked his tongue against your now overly stimulated clit, smiling as you moaned out his name. “This is what I think about all day in this cell when you’re not here.”

He had no words for you then, the only sounds from his mouth his grunts and groans as he devoured every inch of your cunt, savoring how you tasted and hoping it would linger in his mind. Soon enough he slipped two of his fingers into your wet heat, focusing his mouth’s attentions on your clit to hurriedly coax another orgasm from you. You slid a hand to his head, fingers lacing in his hair and tugging slightly as he sucked on the over sensitive nub, a loud groan sounding in his chest as you moaned his name. 

Pumping his fingers into you and curling them to massage against just the right velvety patch in your walls after already orgasming once was too much. Within minutes he had your thighs shaking again, your eyes brimming with tears as a second wave of euphoria washed over you, this secondary wave sending a rush of liquid to his waiting tongue, Cassian drinking in the nectar he’d earned like it was the holiest of communions.

When he’d finished cleaning your still dripping folds, he raised his face back to yours, kissing you deeply as he worked himself free of the uniform he’d be glad to be rid of soon. You took the momentary reprieve to return his kiss as well as you could, breathlessness creating a level of difficulty you were more than willing to ignore for him. When he was free of the uniform you took your cue to begin rolling to your stomach so he could take your cunt from behind as he always did – but today, Cassian’s firm grasp on your waist halted you.

“No, no, no…today I’m looking into your eyes while you take my cock,” he breathed out, basking under the blush that overcame your cheeks and the flash of adoration and confusion in your eyes. Settling between your thighs again he fisted his cock, rubbing the velvet tip through your folds with a quiet, appreciative hum. 

As he slid into you a groan was pulled from his chest, his head throwing back briefly before he righted himself to watch his cock disappear into you, connecting a thumb to your clit again to pull a desperate cry from you. When he’d rocked his hips all the way forward and buried every inch of himself in you, he gave moved the thumb in a slow circle to soothe you, shushing you quietly as he ground his hips into yours. 

“You don’t understand how fucking pretty your pussy looks taking me,” he breathed out before moving on to what he really wanted, pulling his cock from you only to piston it back into you at a desperate, rough pace. Your hips would certainly be bruised tomorrow. “Open your mouth.”

Barely within reason from overstimulation you could only nod, your eyes hooded and drunk on him as he lifted your hips higher to thrust into you at a better angle, leaning forward and awaiting you to follow his instruction. You opened your lips for him as soon as you’d registered the words and he smirked before spitting into your mouth, the taste of his spit mixed with your lingering arousal covering your tongue. He removed one of his hands from your hips to grasp your neck gently, nodding as his thrusts slowed for a moment – only a moment. 

“Swallow,” he instructed again, groaning when you closed your mouth to do as he told and savoring the feeling of you swallowing beneath his hand. He leaned forward to kiss you as his thrusts picked up speed again, immediately claiming your mouth with his tongue. A look of confusion crossed his face as you pulled away from the kiss.

“Choke me,” you breathed out, raising one of your hands to cover his on your throat with a nod. His eyes flashed with something almost uncertain for a moment before you gave his hand a light squeeze, melting away the reluctancy and melding it into desire. His eyes darkened impossibly, his hand applying the perfect amount of pressure to barely affect your air flow, enjoying how your mouth fell open again and your eyes rolled back, your thighs already shaking around his waist. Though no sound came, a third orgasm washed over you, your walls clenching down around him and pulling a moan from his chest. He released his pressure when your walls loosened again and leaned forward to spit in your mouth once more before trailing his kisses down to your neck, immediately biting a mark where he knew it would be hidden by your collar. 

Your own hands found a home on his back, scratching down the skin and raising marks – perhaps even drawing a little blood, neither of you cared – as he continued to plant kisses along your neck, his pace unrelenting as he chased more – as much as he could pull from you. The marks you left on one another would serve as a painful reminder of what was to be missed when the two of you were separated. 

When he finally raised his head to look at your face he was met with the sight of your eyes welling up in tears again, the overstimulation finally winning. “Are you going to cry for me, baby?” He cooed, slowing his movements for a moment.

“It’s too much, Cass,” you whimpered, the tears finally spilling over and down your cheeks. He leaned forward to kiss them away on each side, though his gentle action was contrasted by his hard pace beginning again.

“It’s not too much, you can take it,” he cooed, his words broken with breathlessness as sweat began to drip from his brow and onto yours. “I know what you can take.”

He changed his angle again slightly to piston the head of his cock against the sensitive patch within you, his thumb now rubbing figure eights on your clit. Supporting you with his thighs he released his other hand, raising it to his own mouth to suck on it briefly before he lowered it to your backside, teasing the tight ring of muscle with the tip of the wet finger for a moment before he slipped it in, smirking as a borderline scream came from your mouth. Thank the stars the cell had been sound proofed for…”torture sessions” long ago.

“I’d take this tight little hole too if your cunt wasn’t so perfect,” he breathed out in his native language though you couldn’t understand him, leaning downward again to press a kiss to your lips. “Next time.”

Your tears were flowing freely now, unpreventable as he began to move the finger in your ass in time with his thrusts into your now well-fucked pussy, his own noises becoming desperate and unhinged as he held off his own release to prolong this as long as he could. Overwhelmed by all of it, by all of Cassian, you could only moan between quiet sobs of over pleasured joy, large tears flowing down your cheeks as you stared up into his face in adoration. Though it was impossible to focus you could quietly hear Cassian shushing you, cooing you into relaxation and attempting to soothe your tears.

“You can take it,” he reminded as he added a second finger to your ass, groaning as your walls clenched around him again and another orgasm rushed through you, your eyes squeezing shut just as tight as your walls clenched around him.

Though he’d always made a conscious effort not to, he was also beyond reason, and the feeling of your walls choking his cock like this had him spraying his own release into you, a groan from his mouth quieted as he crashed his lips into yours. As he finished painting your walls with his seed he kissed you slowly, intimately, like he wanted this to be the kiss both of you remembered. You were certain you would.

When you’d both come down enough, he rolled to lay next to you, watching your chest heave up and down mirroring his own. “I shouldn’t have done that,” he breathed out, obviously referencing where he’d opted to finish. “Was stupid.”

“It didn’t feel stupid,” you managed out between breaths, opening your eyes to flash him a playful look. He couldn’t help but laugh a little, wrapping an arm around your side and pulling you closer to press a kiss to the tip of your chin, then the tip of your nose, then your forehead. 

“Nothing ever feels stupid with you.”

The hours that passed next to him were blissful, lying on your sides facing one another as your fingers ran through his hair gently, both of you savoring the feeling. It was as if Cassian didn’t blink a single time, seeking to memorize every detail of your face. While you would have been more than content to lay in perfect silence with him, he insisted you talk – about your home planet, about your family, about anyone you had ever cared for so he could remember your voice; so he could remember you.

“But what about you?” he questioned when the time finally came to separate, his fingers lightly brushing your jaw in a soft embrace. His eyes, the same that had looked at you with such disdain not so long ago at all, now held you with such reverence it was hard to look into them for too long – to be faced with how highly he thought of you knowing how you deserved to truly be seen. 

“There’s only room for one,” came your simple reply, the five words carrying more weight than any small sentence had on him before, crushing his heart into his chest. Still, he had to believe there was hope. There always had to be.

“When will I see you again?” 

His forehead leaned to yours, his brow pressing into yours as though he was trying to meld the two of you together, to force you to be with him until the end. The galaxy was cruel, a lesson you’d both learned long ago in such different ways, and this moment could not be forever. Nothing so pure as love could blossom under the conditions the two of you had grown in. 

“Whenever I look to the stars I will see your face, Cassian Andor,” you breathed, your hands coming to rest on the sides of his neck. Your fingers, normally so steady and certain and calculative, were shaking against his skin, your nerves unhidden for once. Now was not the time for barriers – now was the time to be vulnerable, to show someone the parts of you that had been hidden away for so long.

He closed the distance between the two of you, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that carried much more with it than any other had. As he cherished the feeling of your soft lips against his own, he tasted the salt that filled your tears. Without breaking the kiss, he brushed a thumb under one of your eyes, collecting the tears that gathered there. He had to wonder if the tears were for him, because you didn’t want to be separated from him – or if they were simply because when he was gone, so would everyone on the base that truly knew you. He supposed it didn’t matter. 

He broke the kiss to lean his head against yours again, inhaling the scent that surrounded you that he hoped he never had to forget. Hope – he had to have that trademark hope that he so often spoke of – to not resign himself to the mental misery of accepting that he would never see you again. To pretend this could end in anything but was a fallacy, it only made sense that he had to lose you, too – that was the overarching theme of his life. Loss. There were so many things he wished to say, to express, to confess, but none of them came. 

You had grabbed his shirt at some point in the embrace and now, though every cell in your body begged you not to, you pushed him through the open door of the escape pod, your eyes finding the last bits of comfort in his. Before you could pull your hand away, he captured it in one of his own, raising it to his lips to press a gentle kiss to your knuckles. His eyes pleaded with you with words he couldn’t bring himself to speak.

You wanted to be this new version of yourself - perhaps the version that had always been begging to come out - beside him. But it was one of you or neither of you, and Cassian Andor was far more important to the galaxy than you would ever be.

You couldn’t stop yourself from stepping forward again to brush your fingertips against his jaw, pulling your other hand free of his at the moment a familiar, electric breathing filled the room. 

“Traitor,” came the robotic voice of Darth Vader, your feet carrying you backward and away from Cassian before it was too late. As the door to the pod closed as did your windpipe, the force constricting your breath. From Cassian’s view he could see the man behind you with one solitary hand raised, his helmet hiding the monster beneath. 

His fists slammed to the window on the pod in front of him, obvious yelling leaving his mouth as he pounded the glass. The tears in your eyes streaked down your cheeks faster, and despite it all a relieved smile flashed on your face. Your lips moved with words he could not hear as your shaking fist connected with the button before you, sending the pod and the man within free. Though the words weren’t heard, he could read them on your lips as he’d practiced many times before now. 

 “To the stars.” 

masterlist. star wars masterlist.

[senselessviolets]

"so come on, mess me up."

Cassian Andor x Original Character

Rated M (Smut/Angst)

Word Count: 4.1k

AO3 Link

WARNINGS:

Unprotected sex, age gap/difference, power imbalance, rough sex, oral (f recieving), taunting, lots of arguing.

Author's Notes:

Song title (and fic very loosely inspired by) "Come On Mess Me Up" by Cub Sport. I'd let this man snap me in half like a toothpick, what more can I say?

Nyla Haccard is the 23-year-old daughter of a high-profile senator from Ralltiir and has secretly joined the Rebel Alliance fight against the Empire. She figures her overly-protective mother would annihilate her for joining the band of rebels, but Nyla knows she'd absolutely implode if she knew the kind of man her daughter had been working closely with for months now.

There was something delectably frustrating about him. It was innate as if his sole purpose in life was to throw me off balance. Our relationship hadn’t begun to take shape until we started being assigned to the same missions. We were efficient and always managed to get the job done relatively unscathed. Our case officer, General Draven, saw value in Cassian taking someone like me under his wing. I’d shown enough promise or they wouldn’t have recruited me in the first place. My family ties to the Senate gave me access that they couldn’t afford to lose. 

We represented Ralltiir, hailing from a long line of masons who became wealthy mining the endless deposits of marble embedded in the planet’s core. Regardless of what riches we’d come into; a long successful lineage was the truest indicator of wealth in the Inner Core. It’s why my parents shelled out every last cent they had to send me and my five other siblings to the finest educational institutes across the galaxy. My brothers and sisters all attended university on Coruscant. They dreamed of securing cushy jobs in the Senate all the while playing dress-up as politicians. I made a point of getting as far away from that way of life as I could, begging my mother and father to let me attend Theed University on Naboo. I’d said I wanted to pursue the arts and embrace my creativity. Of course, this was all a lie and a cover to join the Rebel Alliance in the fight to overthrow the Empire.

It was a relatively simple facade to maintain. Due to me being the ‘middle child’ and the most average of the family, I was able to fly under the radar rather easily. The vast amount of space in between us didn’t hurt either. I would have to take the occasional holotransmission and pray they couldn’t hear the loud metal clanking sounds of X-Wings being repaired in the background. Every family gathering—a bornday, Life Day, or some Imperial soiree—was an opportunity. At least that’s what General Draven told me back when I initially joined. Did part of me feel some intense pang of guilt in my stomach every time my mother would wrap me in a big embrace, knowing I was secretly siphoning intel off of her personal datapad? 

Of course. But that was a small price to pay for the cause. 

Gods know people had given up far more to get to where we are now. Cassian never let me forget that. Any hint of ungratefulness from me and he’d chew me out like there was no tomorrow. This latest briefing was no different. Me, him, and several other rebels were summoned at mealtime. We were meant to be discreet and to keep things strictly on a need-to-know basis which Cassian also hounded me for on the way to the briefing.

“...Draven means it, Ny. He does not want any chatter about this. It stays on the ground floor so no gossiping to your friends about it. Do you got it?” he chastises. 

“Oh, I’ve got it,” I say, my eyes finding their way to the ceiling, “Thanks for the much-needed reminder though.”

I pivot through the doorway of the mostly vacant strategy room. Draven, Vesti, Amon, and Zu-Lee stand waiting quietly around the holotable. A figure adorned in white walks into view, right out of the corner of my eye.

“Senator Mothma, I-I wasn’t expecting to see you,” I say, caught off guard by her appearance. 

Her presence was rare due to her being an incredibly busy woman but when she was here, you could feel it everywhere else. The energy becomes different. Things felt more certain and objectives became clearer. Mothma was more than pivotal; she was practically the lifeline of the cause.

“...how is your mother?” she asks, giving me a modest smile. 

“She is well,” I nod, “Thank you.”

Draven stands up straight, casting the blueprint of an unknown building onto the holotable. 

“Well, now that we’re all accounted for…let’s begin.”

///

“This is not gonna work,” Cassian mutters to himself, moments after exiting the strategy room.

I don’t think he had intended for me to hear him because when I intercept him in the hallway, Cassian feigns ignorance. 

“What did you just say?” I frown. 

“I didn’t say anything,” he says, even quieter.

“Don’t do that. Don’t be like that,”

“Don’t be like what?”

“Like a damn child! If you’ve got a problem with something, how about you speak up and come at it like an adult? Instead of this grumbly mumbly shit you love to pull whenever something doesn’t go your way,”

I can see something snap behind his eyes. I’m sure being deemed a child by someone so much younger than him had to be a major blow to his ego. He takes me by both shoulders and pulls me out of the flow of foot traffic and over to the side. We’re better secluded in the nook we find ourselves in. He briefly looks over his shoulder, ensuring we haven’t caused any disturbance. 

“I’ll have you know I didn’t have any expectations for this mission! Any! I didn’t know what base we were meant to infiltrate or which Imperial Officer we were supposed to track down!” Cassian says through gritted teeth, “How could I have any idea what this would entail?”

“Gods, you know what I mean. Just say you don’t think I can handle it. Just say you don’t think I’m good enough for the job—”

“You know that’s not how I feel!” “Then stop acting like that’s how you feel, asshole!” 

I storm away from Cassian, not giving so much as a glance back at him. But suddenly my movements are halted and I find a firm hand around my wrist. It’s tight, not enough to hurt or bruise but hard and swift enough to send a shockwave throughout the rest of my body. 

“Let go of me,” I say, lowly.

I hardly struggle. His jaw is clenched and brown eyes attempt to pry open my soul. We’re so close, that our breaths repel off of each other. A loose lock of umber-colored hair falls in front of his face—just above his eyelashes—and I try to suppress any sort of expression that follows. I’d be panting from the sheer tensity of the argument but pride tells me to keep it together. I can’t afford to unravel in front of him. Then I’d only be confirming his seemingly preconceived notions of me; that I’m not good enough. 

That I’m not cut out for the job. 

“Let go of me, you bastard!” I yell, far too loudly.

Silence overtakes the hallway and several passerbys stop in their tracks. I recognize one of them being a sentry from the recon-tower above base. He must be off for the night. I bet this altercation he’s just witnessed will worm its way into his and his pals’s topics of discussion in the Mess Hall later on. My mind is going a mile a minute. I can feel the blood thumping in my ears and the warm red hue that floods my cheeks. Embarrassment was an understatement. 

“I said, let go…” I say, sighing as he releases me. 

I speed off in the other direction, heading straight for my quarters. I don’t look back until I’m safe and secure behind the sliding door of my barracks. My heart still beats with vigor. A puff of air escapes my lips as I take a few steps forward and let myself fall face-first into my sleeper, groaning into my pillow. Cassian must really be that exhausting because, after a moment, I find myself drifting off. 

And away I go.

///

“Ny…Nyla? I-It’s me. Are you in there?” a haggard voice asks behind the door of my quarters, “Nyla?”

My eyes snap and I lift my head begrudgingly. 

“No, I’m not. Come back later perhaps?” 

“We need to talk. Sooner would be preferred,”

“Maybe I don’t care about what you prefer. Or what you want. So piss off.” I spit. 

The doors slide open before I even have time to react. I scramble to my feet as a silhouette–a mere blur in my peripheral—strides towards me. I pivot so I’m facing him. In my sleep, I must have shed a few layers. I’m only left with my bare essentials; attire he’d seen me in plenty of times before aboard his ship during particularly long journeys. I’m not entirely sure how much time has passed since we last saw each other but Cassian’s still wearing the same clothes. His jaw is clenched. There’s a fervor behind his eyes. 

Clearly, he came with an agenda.

“Oh, did you not hear me correctly? I believe I said…‘scram’,” I mock, making dramatic gestures in front of his face. 

“Enough of that,” he grunts, “You did a real good job making a fool of yourself back there. But then again, you’ve never been the most subtle, have you?”

“Subtle? You wanna talk about subtlety? How many bodies have I had to drag out of sight because you couldn’t show some damn trigger discipline, hm? And you want to paint me as the brash, impulsive one. That’s cute,”  

He paces across the room, letting his emotions drive his movement. 

“I should never have taken Draven’s offer. Evidently, it was a mistake. Us being assigned together. You’re impossible. You’re immature, spoiled, selfish, and have no grasp of what we’re up against,”

“Don’t you say that! Don’t you ever say that! I know what’s at stake. I know the risks. I’m not in it for the same personal glory you are. Who are you trying to impress seriously? No, seriously. Who? The other girls on base?” I scoff, “Please. If only you knew what they had to say about you,”

“I don’t care about that,” Cassian tries to convince himself.

I saunter closer to his position. His feet stay firmly planted. He doesn’t turn away. Our eyes are locked on one another. I don’t think I’ve ever held someone’s gaze for this long, much less a man’s.

“Sure you don’t,” I say in a drawl, “...y’know, it’s a big galaxy, Cass, but word travels fast. I know your type. I know how the second you see a married woman…you do cartwheels. You’re a complete and total skeeze. Through and through,”

Something shifts within him.

“...what else…what else have you heard about me, hm? Do you think a man like me…the type of man you think I am…would be able to stand this close to a beautiful woman and not be able to resist her?”

“W-Well, I’m not married so…I wouldn’t do it for you, I don’t think,” I say, lowly. 

I notice a stray piece of lint on the shoulder of his jacket. Nonchalantly, I go to brush it off of him but Cassian’s reflexes beat me to it. In a split second, his hand has encased itself around my wrist. His reaction startles me so much, that I laugh from the brief terror.

“Gods, would you relax! There was something on your jacket, I was just–”

“Don’t laugh at me like that.”

“...why not? I thought you didn’t care about what women thought of you. Mm, but maybe…maybe I’m the exception…am I just that irresistible, huh?”

I notice his eyes dart slightly down several times. It wouldn’t be until later that I’d realize he was fixated on my lips. His grip on my wrist doesn’t loosen but I’m not exactly itching to get him off of me. 

“Well…,” he begins.

“Well, what, Cass?”

“...aren’t you going to yell for me to let go?”

Ignoring the heat from somewhere deep within me, I decidedly pursed my lips, simultaneously sealing my fate. Leading the way, I pull us in the direction of my sleeper. He follows along as if my wrist were his guide. I sit on the edge of my bed, scooting back until we’re both completely on it. He props himself up with his free hand, pinning my hand to the mattress. A slight roll of my hips brings my thigh right into the front of his pants. This simple manuever has rendered him breathless it seems. Those frantic eyes don’t know whether to land on my own or my lips. I choose for him, leaning upwards into a firm but passionate kiss. His eyes flutter shut and I feel his lashes brush against my own. I swear I hear the slightest rasp of a whine in the back of his throat but before I know it—his two hands have found purchase on both sides of my face. He takes charge, his tongue ghosting across mine. I swear I feel lightheaded, even though I’ve done nothing strenuous enough to warrant such a symptom. 

“We…,” he moans in between kisses, “...we can’t be doing this,”

My lips find their way into the crook of his neck, grazing my teeth against the firm flesh. 

“Why?” I immediately challenge, “Because you’re older…because you’re my superior…because if they found out, they’d find the nearest moon and dump me there? No chance. They don’t give a shit. Are you even listening to yourself right now?”

“Less talking,” he says slowly, dragging his cold calloused hands up my stomach, “...fuck. You’re warm.” 

The fabric of my tank top catches on his fingertips and he pulls the shirt above my chest, exposing myself to him. Maybe a more decent man might take a delicate pace but Cassian wastes no time exploring my body. His hot wet mouth is everywhere. I don’t stifle my whimpers in the slightest. 

“It’s wrong….it’s wrong to want the things I want from you,” he growls, mouth full of flesh.

“What do you want from me then?”

In an instant, he’s off the bed and using my hips as handgrips to tug me to the very edge so my rear is hanging limp off of it, only held up by his shoulders. It’s a swift and seductive show of strength that I quickly try to take a mental snapshot of, knowing I’ll be thinking about it later. I wonder briefly if it's a technique he mastered over the years spent with many lovers. Beyond the obvious slick gathering between my thighs, my level of excitement only blooms at the thought of what else he might have in store.  He makes quick work of my bottoms, speckling my thighs with kisses all over as he traverses upwards to where I want him the most. Sometimes those kisses turn into gentle little bites. I practically squeal at the sensation, giggling as I feel him smile against my skin. I’m too shy in the moment to look down in his direction but I let my hand wander until I feel his umber locks, stroking softly when I find him. And then two chilled fingers run from the top of my mound downwards, pausing to circle my opening.

“This wet already, hm? What? Am I just that irresistible?” he playfully mocks me. 

I yank on his hair roughly in protest, to which I receive a light slap on my thigh.

“Hey. Behave,” Cassian says, dipping his tongue into me.

The whine that emits from my lips is so pathetic, that I expect him to give me a hard time about it—maybe do another hilarious impression of me. Instead, he has found far more productive uses for that mouth of his. That mouth I’ve wanted to slap him because of more times than I can count. The same one I’ve fantasized about absolutely devouring me ever since we first met. It was exactly as I’d imagined it.

The heat of his tongue, followed immediately by his cool breath as he inhales before diving in again. Before he inhales me. His head locked between my thighs, driving my lower half upwards as his strong shoulders rise. Clearly, his confidence is growing. I finally am feeling bold enough to look down. All I can see is a head of hair moving rapidly, desperate to keep up with the gyration of my hips. As if he can sense me looking down, he looks up, palming around for my other hand. I give it to him and our fingers interlock.

The intimacy brings me even closer to the edge. Before squeezing my palm tightly, Cassian then brings my hand to his scalp. For a moment I’m confused but then I realize that he wants me to use both of my hands to drive his head further into my cunt. So his hair momentarily becomes reins that I use at my discretion. I’m not gentle, but I’ve more than gotten the impression by now that he doesn’t want me to be. I’m erratic. I’m frenzied. I’m certainly not doing anything to dispel the “selfish” accusation he lobbed at me maybe ten minutes prior. 

That feels like a lifetime ago at this point though.

The pleasure growing from my depths is a warm and angry one. I didn’t know I could feel like this; I didn’t know I would like feeling like this. That same pleasure nearly spills over before Cassian positions me once again using my hips. This time he turns me over onto my stomach. The hand he has pressed into the small of my back keeps me in place. His other one is trying to free himself of his trousers desperately. Struggling to undo the buckle one-handed, I sit up, reaching back to offer him a hand of my own. My head bounces down onto the mattress as he swiftly pins both of my wrists to my back and with a grunt, manages to finally rip the belt and his pants off. 

“Not going to lie, I figure you’d make me finish,” I pant, “...but only so you could lord it over me ‘till the end of time,”

“Oh, baby. You think I’m done with you?” The combined use of baby and the intrusion of his cock entering me have me moaning wantonly. Cassian slowly bottoms out, jutting his hips so he’s as deep as physically possible. He’s almost flattened himself on top of me, the scruff of his beard prickling at my left ear. 

“Would the type of man you think I am go slow like this?” he coos, “Huh, baby? Or would he fuck you hard and rough like he paid for it?”

Cassian’s teeth nip the edge of my ear and I gasp. But the sudden punishing pace that he rails into me with practically has me winded. Every time he collides with my core, I’m left seeing stars. It’s indescribable. Like a flick of spark a flint and steel would give you. It’s hot and blinding and gone in an instant. Over and over again. 

“Touch yourself if you need,” Cass rasps, “but I’m not stopping.”

He gives me back one of my hands and I immediately go for my clit. My smaller more acute thrusts are a nice contrast to his more broad, all-encompassing ones. Meanwhile, he’s now moved on to grabbing my shoulders and using those to propel himself rapidly. It’s all so blissful and brutal. I don’t want it to end but I know if he continued like this for an eternity, I’d be broken down to a speck of nothing in no time.

It was almost a guarantee that I was going to be sore tomorrow. Future-Me was probably cursing the Present-Me for allowing him to go at it so hard but that was her problem to deal with. My only objective was to finish myself off before he could. I did not want to give that bastard the satisfaction. But the scent of myself in his facial hair made me realize what a lost cause that was. Before I know it, I’m spasming around him, cursing his name in a series of sobs. My mind goes blank and I’m pliant as he continues pushing into me. 

“Where d’you want me?” he says in a tone so husked I can barely understand him at first.

“Want you?”

“Want it. Where do you want it?” he reiterates.

“In me,” I murmur. 

“In you? Are you sure?”

“Did I stutter?” 

Cassian presses down on me hard as he cums and I groan. I can feel him throb inside of me. His hands now trace along my jaw, finally halting his movements whilst giving me a bit of reprieve. My quarters’ steady silence is soon deafening. We can hear everything; our rampant heartbeats, the wetness connecting us, the sound of skin simply brushing against skin. If he were a lover, it would be a beautiful moment. A moment of reflection, mutual understanding even. A reminder that what we were doing was okay and that we both cared for one another and we were safe.

With Cassian, these were partial truths. I have to suppress the part of me that wishes we were whole, that we had something beyond this shared neverending fight for survival. He gives me a feather-light kiss on the back of my neck. Something so tender that could only come from a partner. Maybe we could pretend. Maybe we would pretend. Show each other a brief devotion and chase off the doubts that swarmed us constantly. Outflank the regret and shame and make them both go darting off in the other direction.

Our greatest fears would fear us instead.

It was a nice escape from the happenstance. Is it strange that it wasn’t until this very moment that I fully processed Cassian being inside of me? Witnessing my most inner self. The man who I’ve wanted to punch more times than I can count. I burst out laughing at the thought. 

“What? What is it?” he smiles, lifting off of me.

“Nothing,” I giggle, “It’s nothing, it’s just…you.”

I turn over, sighing a sigh that could only be sighed from a girl who’d just gotten her brains fucked out. Cassian rolls out of my bed and I’m able to finally get a good look at his physique. He’s about as toned as I’d expect him to be and his chest hair is trimmed and neat. It’s a brief spell of sightseeing as Cassian is quick to redress. I hardly have the energy to make myself neat again, instead opting to use my bedding to obscure my lower half. Once I get the notion that he’s about to depart, I stop to query him. Not because I was hoping we would cuddle afterward (I never saw him as the type), but because I was curious what kind of shenanigans he was going to get up to before we’d have to leave in the morning. 

“...the U-wing. There’s some upkeep I have to do if we’re to make it off the surface successfully…for the mission,” he answers with a small smirk.

Color me surprised.

“W-Wait, so…you’re gonna let me go through with it? You’re not gonna blab to Draven like you said you would?”

“After having some time to reconsider…and to…cool off, I have had a change of mind,”

“Yeah, I wonder what spurred that,” I scoff, bringing the sheets up over my chest. 

“That’s not what I meant, Ny. I-I hold out on you sometimes…because I don’t want you getting hurt. Or killed. I have a lot I carry with me but…I’d rather not add you to that list if you know what I mean,”

I swallow thickly. Finally, some insight. Some clarity into this man’s thought process and psyche. But part of me questions if it’s unveiled itself too late. The damage was done. I lean forward and swing my legs off the side of the bed, looking up at him with doe eyes. He tenderly brushes a few stray locks of hair away from my face. 

“...t-that’s fine, Cass. But for this to work, I need you to believe that when the time comes and it's down to the wire and things are looking dark…that I’ll be able to handle it. Handle myself. Handle whatever gets thrown at us. I’d ask you to trust me but...we both know how little weight that word holds in this pursuit. So I’ll ask you instead…can you believe in me?”

A moment of stillness passes.

“Yes,” he says, firmly, “but that doesn’t mean I’m still not gonna do everything in my power to save your skin when the time comes. No matter how much you drive me crazy.”

End.

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[dameronscopilot]

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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cassian andor + smut prompt #10

i am a whore <3

nonnie if you're a whore I'm a whore 🤍

you called - cassian andor x fem!reader

word count: 3.1k (this one got away from me can you tell?)

warnings: unprotected p-in-v, brief oral (f receiving), jealous/possessive!cassian

“Two shots of Corellian whiskey, please,” you ask, stepping up to the bar beside Cassian. The sound of your voice almost makes him jump, but he hides the movement smoothly, adjusting in his seat. From the corner of his eye, he watches you lean back against the bar, propping your elbows on it. You wait for a few other patrons to pass before you drop your voice low. “You’re late.”

“I am not late,” he grumbles, polishing off the rest of his own drink. “I’ve been here waiting for you for hours now.”

You scoff a laugh, shaking your head. “After all this time and you still think you can lie to me, Cassian? You don’t think I had a lock on your ship the moment it entered the atmosphere?”

He balks, tries to hide it and fails. You’re good. Too good. He doesn’t say a word, shakes his head as the bartender returns with two shot glasses, placing them on the bar between you and him.

“That Fondor looks like it’s more mod than original,” you comment, reaching for one of the shots. “Where’d you steal it?”

“I didn’t steal it,” he shoots back, watching your brow raise. “It’s on loan, from a friend.”

“You don’t have friends, Cassian,” you quip, tossing back your shot. You slide the second one over to him. “Just people you owe money to.”

“I don’t owe you any money,” he mutters, unable to stop himself from giving you a cheeky grin. “What does that make us? Friends?”

“You know exactly what we are,” you return, giving him a sideways glance before setting your glass back down. “The mark just walked in. Keep an eye out, will you?”

“I always do,” he replies, and then you’re gone.

This is an old habit for Cassian. He’s known you a long time; you grew up on Ferrix same as him, but you managed to get off-world far before he could bring himself to. By the time he first met up with you on Coruscant, you had already started to make a name for yourself in the Capital’s underworld, and Cassian was in awe. He longed to get the hell off of Ferrix, to go somewhere warm and easy and carefree. He knew Coruscant wasn’t that place, but judging by the amount of credits you were raking in, it was a step in the right direction.

You sent for him often, over the years. He was the only one you trusted to watch your back, to keep a careful eye while you gathered intel, traded information with some of the shadier types in the galaxy. Most jobs went off without a hitch, but there were more than a handful of times where Cassian had started bar brawls to get you the hell out of dodge. He hadn’t had to kill anyone yet, but after everything that’s happened to him, he wouldn’t be surprised.

This is the first time he’s seen you, since everything happened on Ferrix. Maarva, Bix, B2. Luthen and his newborn rebellion. Cassian doesn’t totally know where he stands, what he’s doing, what his next move might be. But when he picked up your signal, Luthen loaned him the ship with little protest, and he was jumping through hyperspace an hour later.

You call, and he comes. It’s how it’s always been.

There had always been something between you, Cassian knew that much. His reputation might not have been the most pristine, but you never seemed to mind, having a bit of a rep yourself. 

But tonight…He could hear the unspoken in your voice, the strain of the events of the last time you met up. The job hadn’t been the issue - it had gone perfectly, in fact - but after, you asked him to walk you back to the apartment you had on the other side of the district.

He’d done as you asked, going so far as to bring you right to your front door. You’d asked him if he wanted to come inside, and before he could get the word yes past his teeth, you’d grabbed him by the front of his collar, and kissed him.

Clothes scattered on the floor, you’d stumbled your way to your bedroom. It was…blissful, in a word. It was everything he felt like he was missing, and that unspoken thing rumbled through you both, but there in your bed, he didn’t think it needed to be spoken aloud. It just…was.

Morning had come too quickly, and when he woke, you were gone. No note, nothing, just his clothes folded and stacked on the table beside the bed. He’d dressed quickly, and got on the next ship to Ferrix.

He wants to ask. He wants to know why you didn’t stay, why you didn’t leave him any sign that you wanted him to stay. But after everything that’s happened, it feels inconsequential, almost.

Cassian drinks down the shot, setting the glass down on the bar with a little too much force. You’re easy to spot, weaving your way through the bar to a man lurking in the dark corner. Brow furrowing, his hand brushes over his coat, where his blaster sits, tucked against his hip. He’s gotten quick on the draw, since he last saw you.

The man spots you as you draw closer, and Cassian bristles at the recognition on his face. He’s glad to see you, and it only becomes more and more evident as the two of you move closer and closer together, heads bowed as you speak, the man’s hand moving to rest on your hip. Then it moves up your back, pressing into the dip of your spine, and Cassian grits his teeth.

Something like jealousy flares in his gut. No, not something like it, but the thing itself.

He wants to touch you like that again, like he had that night. Seeing someone else with their hands on you…his fingers twitch over the blaster again.

No, something else warns him, a clearer voice in his head. That won’t go well, and you know it.

So instead, he watches. He leans back as casually as he can, one elbow leaned on the bar, tapping his other hand against his thigh. The conversation doesn’t last much longer, and before he knows it, you’re returning to his side, a contented grin on your face.You toss your hair over your shoulder as you wave down the bartender again. “Another round.”

“Got everything you needed?”

“And then some,” you reply, looking at him over your shoulder. “Thank you for coming, Cassian.”

He just nods. “That’s what friends are for, right?”

“We’re not friends,” you say, shaking your head as the bartender brings you another two shots. You toss them both back quickly. “I thought we made that clear the last time you were here.”

“The last time?” he repeats, lifting a brow. “You mean when you dragged me to bed and disappeared the next morning? That last time?”

He doesn’t mean for it to come out with such venom, but it does. Jealousy has taken hold of him and refuses to let go. His blood boils with it.

You narrow your eyes at him, your tongue poking between your lips to wet them. He watches the movement and ignores the way it makes his trousers tighten. He’s mad at you, he’s so glad to see you, he’s infuriated at you for leaving him alone last time, he’s so in love with you he might burst into flames.

“You’re jealous,” you determine, and though everything in him screams YES!, he rolls his eyes, turning half away from you. But you don’t let him go far, grabbing his shoulder and spinning his stool back in your direction. “Tell me I’m wrong, Cassian.”

Your hand moves from his shoulder to his thigh, and Cassian’s jaw goes tight. “We are not friends.”

“No,” you agree. “We’re more than that.”

“And your way of telling me that was disappearing the next morning, waiting three months, and then calling me to be your sidekick again?”

Your face falls, and you step back, removing your hand from his leg. “Come with me.”

Without another word, you turn on your heel and stalk out of the bar. Cassian only finds it in him to move when you reach the doorway, and then he’s all but chasing you, walking the almost familiar path to your apartment. You take the stairs, seeming to float up them as Cassian almost struggles to keep up. He loses you for a moment, but when he reaches your door, it’s open, only closing when he steps inside.

He calls your name, hears your quiet in here come from the direction of your bedroom. The place looks the same as he remembers and as he rounds the corner of the hallway, stepping into your room, he finds you perched at the edge of your bed.

“I left in the morning to get us breakfast,” you admit, looking up at Cassian, your eyes shining in the dark. “I’m not here a lot, and there wasn’t any food, so I went to get us something. When I came back, you were gone, and I realized I’d made a mistake.”

He says your name again, softer, and you shake your head.

“And then I started hearing the rumours, about Ferrix, about you. I heard about Aldhani, about Narkina-5, all of it. I even called Brasso, and that was when he told me about Maarva. I’ve been trying to call you ever since then, but nothing was going through. Then I met Vel, and she gave me the right frequency to contact you.”

Cassian sighs, leaning against the doorway. He never even questioned how you’d gotten his contact info after he was off Ferrix…he just…

You called, he came.

“You met Vel,” he says, unsure of what else to say.

You nod. “Hell of a woman.”

Cassian nods. “So you know, then. About the Rebellion.”

“I do. Figured I should put my talents to good use. Better than ripping off ex-senators and making credits I don’t need. And, if it keeps me closer to you, then it’s a win on all sides, as far as I can tell.”

His stomach drops into his toes. “You’re joining?”

You nod again. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes. I tried to resist it, I really did. But now…everything else seems…”

“Meaningless?” you supply. You pull your eyes from his. “For what it’s worth, Cassian, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t call you sooner. I’m sorry about Maarva, Ferrix, all of it. ”

“You didn’t cause it,” he replies, propping his hands on his hips. “I did that all by myself.”

“Come here,” you say, your voice going soft and your eyes meeting his once more. “Please?”

Slowly, he closes the distance. He watches you reach for him, your hands moving to the belt that holds his blaster, undoing it quickly and letting it slip to the floor. He tries not to groan when your hands move under his loose shirt, fingers curling around his hips. 

Silently, he shakes his coat off, letting it drop to the ground before he hooks two fingers in the back of his shirt, pulling it forward off his torso. It joins the pile on the floor and then he hisses, your teeth sinking into the skin over his hip bone. He lets one hand dive into your hair, holding you against him, feeling your tongue soothe the mark you’ve left behind.

“Promise me something,” he whispers, and you tilt your head back, pulling your mouth from his skin long enough to meet his eyes.

“Anything.”

“Promise you’ll still be here in the morning.”

“I promise.”

You kiss your way across his waist, fingers working the button on his trousers while you distract him with your mouth. He’s got both hands in your hair now, silk between his knuckles, and it almost pulls his focus completely, enough that you have to repeat the next words out of your mouth.

“You never answered me.”

“Huh?”

“Back at the bar, I said you were jealous. You never answered me.”

You pull his zipper down, snap the elastic of his boxers against his skin. Cassian hisses. “I thought it was obvious.”

“It was,” you agree, nipping at his hip again. “I just wanted to hear you say it.”

He tightens his grip on your hair and pulls, just hard enough that your head tilts back and he bends slightly, pulling his body away from yours, but putting his face close enough that he can feel your breath on his cheek.

“You have any idea how much I hated seeing someone else touch you? Someone else put their hands on you?”

You inhale sharply, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, and Cassian prods it with his thumb, pulling it free, rubbing the pad of his thumb across the plush of your lip. “Show me.”

And he does.

He makes quick work of your clothes, shucking his trouses off once you’re naked on the bed. You don’t let him go far, surging up to kiss him when he steps back to undress completely. Your hands are in his hair, same as his are in yours, and Cassian groans when you tug, both of you finding similar pleasure in the movement.

The first night was different. You’d stumbled your way through the dark, finding your peaks quickly. You’d fallen asleep after, and Cassian had watched you for a while before drifting off. That unspoken thing lulled him to sleep.

But now, he turns the bedside light on. The room illuminates with a soft orange glow, and he leans over you, until you fall back against the pillows and blankets, laid out for him, reaching for him. He molds himself into your palms, covers your body with his own. 

The first night, he hadn’t had the chance to taste you. Refusing to miss out a second time, he arranges you on the bed, pushing your knees apart to make room for his shoulders, tracing his mouth along the inside of your thigh, eyes darting between your glistening cunt and your face, the way your eyes roll back in your skull when he buries his head between your legs and sucks your clit between his teeth.

He wants to feel you cum on his face, to feel your thighs tremble around his ears, but you have other ideas. You haul him up with a gasp, fitting your mouth to his and licking your taste out of his mouth. “I wanted to-” he starts, but you cut him off, reaching between your bodies and squeezing your fingers around his cock.

“Plenty of time for that later,” you murmur, lips at his jaw, words spoken into his skin. “Right now I need you inside me, Cass.”

He groans as you stroke him, curling your wrist just right, but then he pulls your hand away, pinning your wrists either side of your head. Using his knees, he spreads your legs wide and drops his hips, the tip of his cock dragging through your wetness.

“Please,” you beg, your own hips lifting, chasing him, trying to notch his cock at your entrance. He teases you a moment longer, waits for the angle to be just right, and then he pushes into you. Your fingers flex against the bedsheets, mouth dropping open with a moan as his hips press into yours. Your legs twitch, one calf wrapping around his thigh. “Cassian, fuck, oh my-”

He covers your mouth with his, swallowing down your words and moans. You tighten around him, impossibly so, and he starts to move, finding his rhythm, filling you to the hilt with each thrust only to pull out almost all the way and do it all over again. Over and over and over, and you’re babbling into his mouth, straining against his hold. He leans up just that much more, pulling his lips from yours, both of you staring down at the spot where you’re joined, where he’s disappearing into you with every move.

“I’m the only one who gets to touch you like this, yes?” he grunts, hearing you gasp as he gives you one particularly hard thrust. He feels your head wobble with a nod, but he wants to hear it. “Say it.”

“Only you, Cass,” you breathe out, throwing your head back as you go even tighter around him. “Oh gods, fuck, only you.”

Pleasure coils like a serpent at the base of his spine, and he drops, trying not to smother you with his weight, pressing his face into the arch of your throat. You moan loudly as he releases your hands, curling his own around your shoulders while yours find purchase in his hair again. The bed shakes with your movement, both legs lifting to wrap around his waist now, your ankles hooked together at the small of his back. “Please, please, please, please, please,” you beg and Cassian bites at your pulse, groaning into your skin as his release threatens to overtake him.

“Cum for me,” he says, and you obey.

Your back arches and you make the sweetest sounds. He wants to bottle them, keep them for himself. He rides out your orgasm, keeping his own pleasure at bay until you’ve caught your breath, sighing at the press of him inside you, pulling him close. “Now you,” you whisper, nipping at his ear, lifting your hips so he gets that much deeper inside you, the warmth enough to swallow him whole. “Let me feel you.”

You call, and he comes.

He growls into your throat, fingers digging deep into your shoulders. You press kisses along his cheek, the space below his ear, his temple. Murmurs of how good it feels, how you missed him, how you’ll never let him go again, it’s the backdrop to the pleasure roaring through his body. It makes every muscle in him tense up before he relaxes completely, sinking into your embrace.

His eyes drop shut as he softens inside you, completely spent. Your fingers comb through his hair, soft kisses still scattered across whatever skin you can reach. After a few minutes, he finds the strength to roll off of you, falling onto the bed at your side.

You kiss his mouth before you get up, disappearing into the fresher for a moment, coming back with a glass of water for you both to share. Cassian gulps down the liquid as you slide back into bed with him, pulling the blankets over you both. You go to turn out the light, but he stops you.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

[djarinsphere]

writers of tumblr, pls start writing for cassian andor!!

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the sub!cassian piece is coming y’all, i promise😭😭 i lowk hit a wall but it’s getting better!! wanna deliver my best:) ALSOOOO my inbox is open if anyone wants to leave a thirst or anything:)

[facelesswoman666]

A sabacc game isn’t enough - Cassian Andor x (fem)Reader

Well hi, i haven’t posted in a while so this is the first of many compensation posts for my followers. Thank you so much for the support.

This fic is 18+ so Minors DNI

It’s a little bit longer than my usual ones and has a bit more of a story, not much though.

You and Cassian are both part of the rebellion, you being a rebel pilot and him being Cassian. You try to stay away from each other but how well will you do after a night of Sabacc with a twist//

Cassian Andor slams his fist onto the table, so hard it shudders. His frustration towards my lengthy winning streak at Sabacc is evident. It must be maddening to witness how clever and strategic i am at this game. Not that it matters when the highest prize is a minute cluster of credits. But that’s all i need to stroke my ego tonight. Low rise shorts nestle comfortably on my hips and the claustrophobic heat causes my body to form drops of beaded sweat.

There are five men, situated together around a round table. A Sabacc table. Each man -alien or human - portrays a neutral expression. Excluding the idiots and the ignorants that had been sifted through in the first few rounds. Andor casts an askance look my way, blended through with an unrecognisable expression. The final winning round is underway.

“Why don’t we make this, a little, more exciting? What do you say gentlemen?” Cassian suggests, his thick accent highlighting the subtle element of tease to his daring tone “Lady?” He croons. I disregard the pitiful attempts at charm. The crease of his lip threatens to pull upward into a smirk “How about, a game of strip Sabacc? Loser has to dance for everyone else. Naked.”

The es sound at the conclusion of his offer fades as i register the weight of his statement. It brands my chest with shame. Although Instantly i acknowledge the truth behind his motive. I am the only woman here. I had no idea he could be so conniving “You know i’m in Cass.” His eyes are ablaze with surprise. I detect a fire that resembles lust, although my skin is only traced by cooling embers, not raging flames.

The players surrounding us - oblivious to this game we play- are unaware of his plan to coerce me into removing my panties. It begins. I chuckle inwardly, obstructing my treacherous mouth from their view with my fingers. The first few minutes pass and a gruff, large humanoid creature removes his leather jacket, sneering at us all. I play my hand, I win, again.

To cassian’s blatant irritation, i concentrate on him as his pants are removed from his legs. The same legs i long endlessly to seat myself on, grind my clothed pussy against; while his engorged pupils focus on me with that infernal desire. Enough, i regain control of my mind, nonetheless blushing. I conclude putting forth my hand, losing this round spirals my pride into a frenzy of refusal, bitter defence.

Cassian studies me closely with a piercing gaze, as though if i attempted to slip silently past my loss he would call it out. I huff and contemplate my options. On one hand, i could welcome my defeat and strip off with all the grace of a rebel pilot. Or throw a tantrum. I choose dignity. I step out of my shorts, and a whole room roars in delight. Their faces shining with greed and drunken lust. Half of my ass uncovered, left unprotected.

Round after round is put into motion one after another. Until the clock ticks past 1am. The final round of the final game is under way. I am without my top, although not naked. I know my nakedness is what Cassian is waiting for, along with the others. My pupils dilate and my cheeks flush, hot to the touch after someone announces that i have lost. My grasp on my composure is tenuous by this point.

A laugh sounds from the opposite side of the room “so” Cassian’s attention is solely on me, he is aware of the penance i must now pay “i think you owe a dance. Loser” The sheer condescension in his tone alone is enough to have my fingers curling into my palm in rage “fine” i say, dismissive as ever “whatever you wish, Cassian”

I lower myself to all fours on the metal Sabacc table, excitement and revenge coruscating on the surface of my skin.

There is something palpable between us, stretching the tension to a taut point, and if it were pierced, the product of its destruction would mean oblivion. I kneel, gliding my panties over my thighs and down my calves, to pause on my ankles. A low groan from him. I smirk and arch my back off the cool metal. My pussy open to him. To Cassian, even though others are here.

His rough fingers grip my ankles firmly, yanking my body forward. That taut string lying broken in pieces as Cassian lowers his lips to me. The room murmurs, but Cassian digs his nails further into the hot flesh of my thighs. I am his property. Now in his possession. “Get out, all of you. Now” He commands. Everyone scurries from the room as i reach my boiling point.

He licks over the skin of my inner thighs, goosebumps forming in his wake “You taste wonderful my darling.” A breathy moan hitches at the base of my throat “Please Cass” I plead. He swirls the peak of his tongue over my spasming bundle of pleasure. I cry out and he is eager to bring me to completion. Both of us drunk on the pursuit of pleasure. Cassian brings his mouth closer to my soaking clit.

I rake my fingers through tufts of his hair, begging to feel his skin pressing into mine, his mouth sucking in my most inappropriate places. Another kiss, and i am biting the corner of my bottom lip in an act of suppression. Another kiss and he’s pleading to be inside me, praising me to quell his desire. A few more seconds, i am teetering over the precipice.

My orgasm rising to the forefront, my legs writhing atop his back. He circles me gently to a peak, and the waves of pleasure feel so euphoric i can’t help but shout his name. His face rests between my legs until the high subsides and we are savouring the taste of each other’s lips so thoroughly they become plump with exhaustion.

I kiss along his jawline gently, then muffled against him i say “Thank you. Cass” I stroke his back, then splaying my hands on his broad chest. He cups my cheeks in his palms, pressing his lips to my forehead “My darling, i would do anything for your pleasure.” I giggle, unusually relaxed in his presence “oh don’t i know it.”

He covers my topless torso with his leather jacket, hauling me into his arms and whispers against my ear, biting the helix “You are sleeping in my bed tonight whether you want to or not, so i can fulfil my promise. All night.” I simply nod, inhaling the musk surrounding him whilst ignoring his last flirtatious quip.

[djarindroid]

Can't Stay Away

Pairing: Cassian x Reader

Summary: The dynamic between you and Cassian is set to change forever after he comes back from a mission.

Warnings: NSFW!! Unprotected penetrative sex (only suitable for ages 18+)

Word Count: 1,941

Comments: First time I've written anything in AGES! Literally no idea where the inspo came for this, I just started writing and it happened. ANYWAY hope you enjoy 💕

Your face was pushed down against the harsh rug of your quarters floor. Cassian was behind you, beads of sweat rolled over his skin as he pushed into you at a relentless pace. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin and your muffled moans. The grip he had on your hips could only be described as bruising, but you’d become accustomed to the marks he’d leave behind.

Tears stung the corner of your eyes as that familiar feeling crept closer and closer. You let out a wail as you crashed over the edge, your walls clamping down around him. Cassian’s pace didn’t falter, he kept pounding into you. His cock went impossibly harder and reached even deeper as his own release overcame him. 

You both stayed still for a moment, regaining your breath. Cassian pulled out and left the room without saying anything to you. You managed to sit up and pull the blanket from your bed to cover yourself. Settling yourself in the silence of the small room.

Cassian made his way back from the fresher, pulling his clothes back on, barely sparing you a second look. You didn’t expect anything else, that’s all this relationship was, a way for you to both release your frustrations, nothing more nothing less. 

Although as he reached the door he unexpectedly turned back to look at you, his mouth opened as if he were going to say something. You stared at him, waiting and hoping for him to break the familiar routine. 

The hope you held quickly faded as he turned and left, leaving you alone again. You looked around your cramped, dark room. The bare walls loomed over you, making you feel smaller than ever. You crawled onto your bed, and let your mind flood with thoughts of Cassian. 

When this little arrangement had started months ago you thought you could handle just using each other as an output. But as time rolled on you couldn’t help but form an attachment to the man. You’d started to wish the circumstances were different, that neither of you were in the rebellion and that you’d met in a normal life.

But things weren’t normal, and you’d never get the opportunity to live that life with him. You couldn’t help but feel more alone now that you ever had, part of you wished you and Cassian had never fallen into each other's arms. 

A few weeks passed. Cassian had been out on a mission, you were simultaneously desperately waiting for his return and dreading it at the same time. 

As you laid in your quarters, curled in a ball you couldn’t control the tears that spilled from your eyes as you thought about the impossible. How you wished Cassian would feel just a tiny bit of what you felt for him.

You longed for more and feared you could never be that for Cassian. The man spent more time off base than anyone else, his life constantly on the line. You tried to make peace with the fact that if you couldn’t have him the way you wished, you would accept the fleeting moments you got with him now. 

You were startled out of your brooding position by the harsh whooshing sound of your door opening, light flooded in as the man you’d been thinking of stepped in.

You gulped, and tried to subtly wipe your face wanting to desperately hide your sadness. Cassian’s face fell as he took cautious steps towards you, gently taking in your disheveled look.

You felt so small, he was looking at you like a wounded animal. ‘I-I didn’t realise you were back,’ you managed to get out, hoping to distract him from your current state. 

He stopped at the edge of your bed and quietly replied, ‘I only just landed.’

You nodded looking anywhere but at him, why couldn’t you just pull it together. He wouldn’t stick around long if you were such a mess.

You flinched slightly as he carefully took your face in his hands, turning you to look up at him. His touch was light, as if he feared anything more would break you. The pads of his thumbs wiped away a few stray tears. He didn’t say anything, but the way his eyes locked on your own made you feel like he could see everything you were thinking. 

Everything seemed to go into slow motion as Cassian leant down towards you, closing the gaps and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. A soft fleeting kiss unlike any you had shared before. 

He only pulled back far enough to look into your eyes. You were dumbfounded, staring up at him not wanting to make a noise in case you scared him away. 

‘I missed you,’ he mumbled out, barely audible. The words made you feel like your heart was crushing in on itself, you couldn’t help but feel like he was just saying it out of pity. 

A fresh wave of tears, poured down your cheeks rushing over his hands. ‘Shh, shh,’ he quietly consoled you as he wrapped his arms around you in a strong embrace. ‘I’ve got you,’ you felt his lips move against your head as he spoke. 

The way he held you felt so intimate, it was as if he understood the depth of your feelings. You could convince yourself that he felt the same as you in this moment. No longer caring about how vulnerable you appeared you let your doubts and fears fade away, gripping onto him as if your life depended on it.

After what felt like an eternity Cassian pulled away slightly, his gaze filled with nothing but tenderness and a sense of something deeper that you couldn’t quite grasp. He leaned in to kiss you again, a longer more passionate kiss, you felt him pour every ounce of emotion that he’d never shown you before into it. 

‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered against your lips. ‘I’m sorry for the way I have acted.’ Your breath caught in your throat, your mind daring to hope that this wasn’t going to end badly. He placed a light kiss to your lips, ‘I tried to keep away from you,’ he kissed you again before continuing, ‘I tried so hard to keep my distance, keep my emotions out of the way but I- I….’ he trailed off as he looked into your eyes again.

He hadn’t needed to finish his sentence, you understood him completely. His life wasn’t one for emotions, they only serve as a distraction. Having someone to lose seemed to only end badly for people in your positions. 

‘I know Cassian, I understand,’ it was your turn to cup his face now. ‘It’s too hard to keep going on like we are though, I can’t do it anymore.’ You pressed a lips to his and he held your face close to his as he deepened the kiss. You grasped the front of his top as you pulled his body closer to yours.

You shifted back on your bed, dragging Cassian down on top of you. The kiss not breaking as you laid back. You couldn’t explain all of the emotions rolling through your body in that moment, it was overwhelming and you focused everything you could on the man above you. His hands caressed over your curves, exploring your body in a way he hadn’t allowed himself to before. 

You needed him, in a way you’d never needed anyone before. You pulled at his top, desperate to be as close to him as possible. He took the hint and removed the piece of clothing from his body, reaching down and removing yours as well. Your lips reconnected just as quickly as you’d parted, you moaned at the feeling of his hands on your bare skin. 

It wasn’t long before every piece of clothing had been discarded. Cassian knelt above you and took his time to paint your body to memory. You thought you’d feel embarrassed, having someone take you in so intensely but you felt nothing but adored. 

You spread your legs wider as Cassian lined up with your entrance. He slowly pushed inside of you, the two of you moaning in sync as he inched further forward. After he thrust fully inside of you, he leaned forward, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss. 

Your pussy clenched around him, your body desperate for him to move. The two of you continued hungrily kissing each other as he started slow shallow thrusts. He started a steady rhythm, rolling his hips into you causing you to gasp out his name.

Your eyes met again, the connection between you getting more intense with every second that passed. This time felt so different to every other time you’d been with each other. You were no longer just here to use each other. You were sharing your emotions this time, pouring them into every touch and look.

His lips trailed down across your jaw to your neck, whilst you clawed at his back. The sound of Cassian moaning into your ear as he stretched your slick cunt. 

‘I can’t…’ Cassian’s deep voice vibrated in your ear. ‘I can’t stay away anymore.’ He groaned into your neck as he thrust even deeper. ‘I want to give you everything,’ you clamped your eyes down, Cassian’s words just heightening everything for you.

‘I’m never going to run from you again, I won’t do that anymore,’ once he started he couldn’t stop. ‘I need you, always need you,’  the feeling in your core builds and builds. Everything is so overwhelming. His pace didn’t falter as he kissed his way back to your lips. 

You were so close, teetering on the edge. ‘Cass I-‘

‘I know, I can feel it,’ he spoke against your lips. ‘Let go, I’ve got you.’ The sound of your wetness echoed around the room, your chest arched up towards him as you barreled towards your release. 

Before you knew it you were tumbling head first into euphoria. Your nails dug into Cassian’s shoulders as your mouth opened in a silent scream. You felt your pussy gush around Cassian causing him to curse through gritted teeth. 

You felt as though you’d been struck by lightning, every nerve in your body was on fire as you rode out your high. You could barely make out Cassian’s voice as your vision went white through the most intense orgasm you’d ever experienced. 

Before you could come down you felt Cassian still inside you as he reached his own peak. You held him close, as he breathlessly repeated your name. You both held on to each other whilst you came down, breathing in sync. For once the silence that fell over you was nothing but comfortable. 

Cassian made to roll off of you and you held on to him tighter, fearing that he was going to leave you alone again. He kissed your cheek and murmured ‘I’m not going anywhere, don’t worry.’

He managed to roll to the side of you and any lingering fear you had about him leaving disappeared completely as he pulled you in tightly to his side and covered you both with the blanket.

‘I told you I couldn’t stay away anymore, I meant it,’ he whispered with a tenderness that caused a warmth to spread over. You let yourself completely sink into this moment that you thought would have been impossible. This newfound closeness, this shared vulnerability marked the beginning of a new chapter for the two of you. The future suddenly seemed less daunting as you both drifted into a peaceful sleep, entwined in each other's arms.

[annisthree]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso Characters: Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Consent is Sexy, Undercover Missions, Masturbation, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex Summary:

During a long undercover mission, Jyn Erso finds herself wide awake at night in her bed. With Cassian sleeping peacefully in the other bedroom, she is determined to take matters into her own hands and release some of the tension that has been building up between them over the past couple of weeks.

Little does she know, Cassian isn't asleep at all.

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My first fic exchange! Written for @mosylufanfic as part of @smut-wars-exchange.

[l0caltiredgirl]

when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

[luffyssa]

i got bored so here's a meme