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Day 2 -- Rose of Sharon Cassidy

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 2 are just below the cut!

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Tit Fucking with Cass x M!Reader

Yay! Cass is so fun to write for honestly, and this was no exception. The banter, especially, was just good, good fun 😊

I hope you like it!

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Included: Tit Fucking, drinking (alcohol lol), blow jobs, praise, teasing, orgasm denial, edging, cum shot, nipple play, face sitting (very brief).

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“You want me to introduce ya, or something?”

“W-what?” You blinked at your companion from where you leaned against the pool table, effectively on the same level as her, as Cass bent over to make a shot.

“My tits, Six. You keep staring right at ‘em. If you want me to introduce ya, I could, you know.”

You felt your cheeks heat, and promptly stood up to your full height, regrettably losing your previous view in the process.

Idiot. You chastised yourself. How could I have been so obvious? How…

How could I have not noticed what I was doing?

“Can’t say how they’d like ya though, these gals. They’re picky.” With that, Cass took her shot, sinking in the last of her striped pool balls as she fixed you with a wink.

“H-how, well, I didn’t mean to–”

“What? Make it obvious? C’mon Six, eyes wide as a full moon, yer mouth hanging open like a slack-jawed brahmin, I’d have to be blind not to notice.”

Guess I’m blind, then. You thought solemnly.

Cass, luckily, failed to sink the 8 ball as she finished her turn, and so, with an audible swallow, you rounded the pool table to set up your own measly shot. The one upside of this particular game was how many of your solid-colored balls you had left to choose from.

Instead of moving away, circling the table as an opponent usually does, to watch your move, to be out off the way of your cue, even just to go and take a drink of her beer on the tall table across from you, Cass moved closer. She leaned back against the table, her elbows resting on the lip as she tilted her head back to be level with yours... and purposefully jutting out her chest.

“Look, partner, I’m not shy about ‘em.”

The ex-caravanner gave a little shimmy, hiking her flannel down to further accentuate the… ahem, objects of your recent attention.

“All you gotta do is ask.” Cass whispered in your ear, so close, you could feel the way her bottom lip brushed your earlobe.

Instead of answering her, you found your arms moving of their own accord while the rest of your body fell for the distraction. Still though, the shot was shit, you observed as you saw the mark you’d left upon the crimson felt of the table, as you saw the cue ball bang right into the 8, and… sink it in. To add insult to injury, the white, affronting ball flew into the hole right after.

“Hm.” You turned to Cass as she made a face, her brows furrowed and lips pursed. “Didn’t think it was that ball’s turn yet.”

“Me neither.” You said with a sigh, turning around to lean back alongside her. “Guess he was ready to make the jump, though.”

You half-smiled as Cass let out a little, amused snort. It was the only type of laughter you ever seemed to rouse from her, but even still, it always managed to warm your chest.

“So, what about you? You ready?”

“R-ready?” Your eyes widened substantially as your heart stuttered its pace in your chest.

“Yeah, courier, pay up. What was it, 15? So that makes 30 caps for me, doesn’t it?”

You nodded at that, with a sad little wince on your face.

“Well… what if I just bought you a couple drinks, eh? That would cover it, right?”

Cass turned to you with a quirked brow, and you could already hear the ‘no’ in her expression.

With a sigh, you forked over the caps to her open palms, dropping them one by one until they nearly spilled from her fingers.

“Thank ya kindly.” She threw a wink your way as she pushed off the edge of the pool table and made for the bar.

“Anytime.” The word was almost a croak. As she vanished through the haze of bar-goers and cigarette smoke, you grabbed up the pool cues, and set them back on the rack.

I have got to stop agreeing to these games…

“Right.” Two glasses clattered down on the wood table you were now leaning over, your eyes peering up from where they’d been buried against your wrists as you nursed you conscience of all of its silly financial losses.

And social ones. Ugh.

“Now this? This is a right kinda beverage. Yer gonna thank me, before the night is through. Just wait and see.”

“Oh, so you can buy me a drink, but I can’t–”

“Oh, get over yourself, cowboy. If you don’t drink the damn thing, I will. Lord knows I need somethin’ that strong.”

“Well…” You grasped the tall, dark glass with one hand, and held it up. “Cheers, then.”

“Hm. Good choice.” A clink sounded as the drinks met, and then… Then it was mostly a blur.

Strong? Strong, my ass, this shit was a Herculean concentrate.

–

You woke up in a haze, your head pounding like a bighorner had run over it with a tractor full of about eighteen other bighorners.

“Morning, sunshine.” Cass sounded equally as shitty as you felt.

You were both in a bed, a big one with the sheets all tossed off the sides and pillows all mussed. The room was dim, and there wasn’t any light shining through the curtains just yet.

“Morning?” You managed, rubbing your eyes and your temples in the same desperate movement to get your head from hating you so loudly, so distractingly.

“Eh, probably not really yet, but for you. Passed out a couple hours ago after a few drinks, started saying some weird shit too loud down there, so I got us this room. Paid with your caps though, seein’ as I bought the dri–”

“W-wait, hold on, I was saying stuff?”

“Yeah, nothing I wasn’t aware of, but still, kinda embarrassing confessing your drunken love for me in front of all those strangers.”

“I…” Your own groan interrupted you, and you fell back against the cushions as your hands went to your face, shielding it from Cass’s obviously amused scrutiny.

“It was quite the performance, Six, really. I appreciated it.”

“Wow, yeah,” You said humorously, “Wish I coulda been there for it myself.”

“No, hey, c’mon partner.”

A hand shoved against your shoulder roughly, temporarily pulling the attention from the pain in your head.

“It was real sweet. You sayin’ how good we are together, how we have fun, how you’re so glad we met in that seedy NCR bar, oh so many months ago.”

That’s… well, that’s not so bad, as far as confessions go.

“An’ how much you like my tits.”

Shit.

Another groan escaped you of its own accord, and if that wasn’t enough, the pounding in your skull seemed to increase exponentially with that knowledge.

“Yep, way you say it, I’ve got the finest pair in New Vegas, in all the Mojave Wastes. They’re all round and nice an’ soft, look like you could sleep on ‘em, or kiss ‘em till your lips fall off. Real poet you are, when it comes to my tits.”

“Right, well…”

How the hell am I supposed to come back from this? I confess my love… and then talk about her breasts for ten whole poetic sentences?

“Just really speaking from the heart, you know?”

It was all you could do in terms of damage control. How do firemen control a burn that’s already gone out? The devastation was there to stay, no matter what you poured on it.

“Yeah, right here.”

You let your eyes peek up from the shield of your hands to look over at her, just in time to see the way Cass squeezed at her own right breast with a cheeky grin at her lips.

“Yep, that’s the place…”

Did my voice just go up an octave? Jesus... If I could get paid for embarrassing myself, I could afford to play pool with her every damn night.

“Look, quit being so dramatic. ‘S not like you said anything gross. An’ besides… Coulda told me before.”

You only shook your head, eyes lost in nothingness as you tried to rake your shadowed memories for any semblance of this interaction of yours.

“Why didn't you, Six? You scared or something?”

“Something like that, yeah…”

“Oh, poppycock. Yer just more articulate when yer drunk, that’s all. Makes ya more passionate, less scared of what other folks’ll think.”

“Don’t care what they think. But…” You turned to face her, and damn near kicked yourself at the way your eyes automatically went to her cleavage.

“But, um…”

“Oh, for christ's sake.”

Your eyes widened until you were sure they’d pop right out of your skull as her hands flew to the buttons of her flannel.

“It’s not that hard, Six. You tell me you think I’d look swell with my tits out, and I’d show ya in a heartbeat.”

“W-what?” Your gaze finally broke its trance and tore from the growing gap in her shirt to meet her eyes.

“Yeah. Not gonna bite you or nothin’, well, not unless yer into it." She chuckled dryly to herself at that, before her voice grew noticeably softer. You almost couldn't believe it was her speaking. "No but… If I’m being honest, I think you ain’t so bad yourself, Six.”

For a moment, the pain in your head left you completely, all discomfort forgotten at the sound of her affirming words.

“Yeah?” Was all you could manage to get out in your present state.

“Yeah, an’ if yer feelin’ up to it, I’d like to show ya just how much I like ya.”

“This isn’t, like… You’re not messing with me, are you?”

You hated that you felt the need to ask, but... Yeah, with Cass, you never could know.

“You want me to come clean? Fine."

It was just then that your eyes lingered on her face long enough to notice the blush painting her freckled cheeks, and the way her eyes were darker than usual, her pupils wide with...

Could it be?

"But you… All you said down there, Six, ‘bout how irresistible you think I am, an' all you said you wanted to do to me, if you had the chance… well, let’s just say it’s like a busted hoover dam down here, alright?”

Your heartbeat picked up in your chest as she gestured between her legs.

She meant it– means it. Wants me…

A curious sound left you as you gulped heavily. A growing heat stirred in your gut, and your cock woke up not a moment later, twitching as it stiffened in your jeans.

“So…?” Cass’s auburn brows rose on her head, and you blinked at her a moment, letting the shock of this whole interaction sink in, and then dissipate before you answered.

“So… I think I’m the luckiest guy in the Mojave, and… fuck, yeah, I’m up to it.”

You were scooching towards your companion before you even finished your sentence, but before you could turn to face her, to wrap your arms around her, to kiss her, to do whatever your still-hazy mind had spontaneously planned, before her movement halted you.

Cass sat up in the bed, thrusting her chest pointedly outwards as her hands hauled the fabric of her flannel off of her completely. Stopping dead in your tracks, you held your body still, waiting for her direction as Cass crawled the last bit over towards you, before moving to straddle your legs between hers on the bed.

“We have quite a bit of time to acquaint ourselves in our travels, but seein’ as we’re both needy as deathclaws in heat right now, figured I’d just get right down to it.”

You nodded, like a love-drunk (and sort of regular-drunk) fool as her hands went to the button and zip of your pants, undoing both without preamble and beginning to haul your jeans and underwear down off of you in one impatient movement. You raised your hips in response, no time for self-consciousness or hesitation before your lower half was completely bare to her.

Cass bit her bottom lip as her gaze dragged up your legs to rest on your quickly-forming erection, swelling as your arousal built up within you-- fucking jump-started and revving at this point-- with her bare breasts jutting out towards you.

“You sure are excited, huh?” Cass threw you a wink that immediately stole the breath from your lungs. Your heart was racing from being exposed like this, from blood quickly rushing down to your cock, and, mostly, from the way she looked above you, her pale, heavy tits just as fantastic as you’d always imagined them, a mix of soft-looking and freckled and maybe just a hint of sharpness to her shapely pink nipples.

They're more perfect than even drunk me could've aptly described.

“Never told me how formidable you were, big boy.” Her voice brought you back to reality as your gaze snapped to her face, and then, her hand was upon you. Her fingers moved lightly, teasingly as she toyed with your cock, examining your girth, the way you swelled and heated against her rough palm, the way the tip leaked and your shaft twitched at the sound of her praise and her light touches.

“Now, that is just as worthy of praise as my tits you was ravin’ about out there. Ravin' like a mad man.” A giggle left her at that, a light, wondrous sound, and as much as you wished to commend her for it, her hand beginning to stroke over you, spreading your pre-cum up and down your cock left little room for you to focus on your words.

“I, ahh... Seriously doubt that, Cass.” You managed to haul out from your strained throat.

Dammit, how you felt like some overexcited boy seeing a Gamora dancer out on the strip for the first time. Three minutes it’s been, maybe, and already you felt yourself reach full hardness, felt the buildup to your release upon you like flies on a dead fiend…

Wow, okay… that visual seemed to slow things down a bit though.

“You…” you tried speaking through it, hoping it’d be distraction enough so you could pace yourself. “You’re worthy of praise, and those…”

Both hands gestured to her chest, at the way her breasts jostled deliciously with every stroke she made with her hand over him.

“They’re honestly like the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I take it yer not much of an ass man, then? Seem partial to these.” Cass shimmied for you again-- knowing the power that particular movement had over you-- her tits bouncing sensually as they glistened from the warmth of the Mojave night, and that of her building pleasure. Your hand flew to where hers gripped your shaft, pulling it away before you could burst from the sight.

“Fuck, not too quick please, I… dammit, I want this to last.” Your voice shook as you held firm to the base of your cock, staving off your release as best you could.

“But…” You managed to try and continue, as you released your hold on yourself. Cass was still grinning smugly at the effect she had on you as she settled back and moved to seat herself upon the floor at the foot of the bed.

“That’s just the thing, Cass, I’m usually more of an ass man, but yours… You just are so… you have–”

“Yeah, fantastic tits, I know. Sheesh, ya just keep sayin’ it, I’m not like to forget anytime soon, cowboy. Now get down here.”

Sitting up yourself, you scooted forward on the mattress until your legs were hanging over the edge, and Cass was kneeling between them.

“Perfect.” Her hand grasped you again, pointing the tip of your cock towards her light pink lips, and you felt your fingers dig, white-knuckled, into the mattress in anticipation.

“Jus’ try hold out a bit for me, will ya? Still need to get off myself.”

Unsure if it was a promise you could viably keep, you nodded to her anyway, and Cass smiled.

She smiled, and then ran her bottom lip over the tip of your cock, before taking the entire head into her hot, wet mouth.

“Jesus, Cass.” Your stomach flexed and hips bucked as she encased your sensitive length between her divine lips, carrying on with her movement over you with pulsing, driving motions that led you to the very back of her lithe throat. “Not too fast, I--ah, I wanna keep my promise.”

She hummed at that, which did not help, but soon after, her mouth pulled off of you with a pop.

You were absolutely soaked with a mix of her drool and your pre-cum, swollen and glistening in the dim, pre-morning light of the musty little room.

“Relax, Six, just gettin’ prepared.” She winked again, and you felt you might swoon.

Oh. ‘Prepared’.

A giddiness fizzed through your whole body at the sound of that.

I only hope I can last.

“If I know what you like, and in this case, I’m sure I do, then this oughta thrill you bunches.”

Curiously, your gaze fell to her, where Cass’s hands now grasped at the fullness of her chest. She rose up a little higher on her knees, and proceeded to slot your stiff erection right within the soft, sweet alleyway of her plush breasts.

“What–?”

Almost immediately, you had your answer to the intended question, as she rose up slightly, letting your sensitive cock drag between her tits until the head was nestled tightly between the pillowy soft mounds, before going back down to the base. She only had to repeat the action a few more times for your breathing to pick up again, for you to feel an inch from blowing your load out and onto her flushed face and chest.

Then, Cass changed tactics, using one hand to pull you from her cleavage and press the tip of your cock to the hard little point of her nipple, drawing small, tight circles with your pre-cum around her areola and stimulating that sensitive place upon herself while giving you quite the eyeful.

Your hands gripped tightly to the mattress as she continued with this action, the stiff peak of her nipple slotting so deliciously against the slit of your cock and sending shockwaves of pleasure jolting up your spasming nerves.

Your jaw clenched painfully as you tried to stave off your orgasm, but damn, if her tits making love to your cock wasn’t enough, her expression could be all on its own. Her half-lidded eyes, her lips slightly ajar as she panted shallowly from the exertion of this arousing act, her vibrant hair falling messily around her shoulders, brushing softly over the skin of her face as she moved.

Cass switched to stimulating her other nipple with your cock, still paying a distinct and overwhelming attention to your little slit, slotting her nub to rub against that leaking opening until you saw flashes of white storm across your vision. You whimpered as the sensations increased, your hips bucking almost violently as you felt your balls tighten up against you, ready to spill– And the wretched woman pulled away, setting her hand upon your cock just the way you had done to stave off your release that first time.

“Fuck… you suck, Cass.” You half-laughed, half-groaned as she grinned so rudely at you.

“Oh, that's not all I do, cowboy." She gave another wink that should've had your cheeks flushing hot with color, but this time you were too focused on not biting your tongue off in frustration to notice it.

"Now, just a little bit more...” Next you knew, Cass had slotted you back between her breasts, pushing them so tightly against your achingly stiff cock as she bounced up and down that your release began to build anew with no fuss at all.

“A bit more for you, and then it’s my turn.”

Your stomach tightened at her words, as your mind raced.

What would you do first? You wondered. Kiss her all over her body? Remove all last bits of clothing upon her before you ran your hands over every nook and cranny of her alluring form until she was a squirming mess? Would you set your mouth upon her sweet folds straight away, diving between those lower lips and licking and laving over her until she had no more orgasms to give?

Your blood ran all the hotter at the thought of it all, and the possibility that you might consider doing all of those at once. The night may be close to over, but y’all had this hotel room for another five hours or so after sunrise. And you planned to fill every damn instant of it.

“F-fuck, Cass, please…” You groaned out her name, and instead of changing pace, of stopping or moving away, she pressed together harder, your aching, leaking cock snug between those breathtaking tits as they engulfed you in their pillowy softness, and you spilled your release messily against her skin with a loud groan.

Cass continued thrusting her tits against you as your body shook upon the mattress, your breath coming in gasps and your hips bucking wildly of their own accord as you spurted milky, white cum all over her chest, her breasts, her chin, until finally, it was over, and your body collapsed back on the bed with one final sigh.

You heard a fond sort of sound from Cass as she stood up, still covered in the evidence of your love for her, your appreciation for her incredible body, and began to remove her pants.

“Alrighty there, Six. Ya got yours, right?”

You nodded vigorously, a ‘did I ever?!’ seeming a bit overbearing and over-enthusiastic for the mood you two had established.

“Right then…” Now gloriously nude as the day she was born, Cass climbed onto the bed, and you felt your heart leap as she readily swung one leg over you, and made to rest the soaked folds of her picturesque pussy right over your waiting, still-gasping mouth.

“My turn.”

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