Imagine Cassian teaching you (NSFW)
A/n: I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THIS IS I literally woke up and was like "I need to write this rn" like I've literally never written smut before in my life? This was supposed to just be a headcanon but as you can see that kinda didn't happen. Yeah so anyway that was fun ! Also idk how posting nsfw content on Tumblr works so pls don't take this down or smth
Ps I'm still working on prompt requests and will post one very soon!
Warnings: 18+ content this is straight up pwop. Guided masturbation, sorta fwb, lots and lots of f bombs, slight degradation for a second, fingering, mutual pining, PRAISE, good girl-ing, implied virginity, innocence, first times, all that jazz. It's also complete filthy smut so there's that.
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When Cassian found out you had never masturbated before and didn't know how, you expected him to be dramatic. He's Cassian for gods sake. What you hadn't expected, however, was for him to offer to teach you.
It wasn't sex. He wouldn't even touch you, just simply teach you how to pleasure yourself. A strictly teacher/student situation.
With the crush you had on Cassian and the confusing desire that consumed you at the thought of him, there was no question in your mind. Even if it made you impossibly nervous to accept and bare yourself to him in that way, you were eager for it.
So here you were, spread naked before him on your bed, cheeks flushed as he watched, fully clothed and seated at the foot. You were following his every instruction, diligent as any pupil could be, but with the way your heart was pounding and your pussy dripping, you could barely keep yourself together. You hadn't even touched yourself yet. Only skimming your fingers along your thighs, tracing them over your hips, stomach and breasts as Cassian told you to. It took you fighting every instinct to not just shove your hand straight to your center and satiate the desire that had you mad, but truthfully you didn't know how to even do that.
Your hips jerked, grazing over your mound with the lightest touch. You were panting, nearly about to beg Cassian to further along the lesson. His eyes were more black than hazel, his pupils blown wide and his hands tight in fists as he watched you with unnerving intensity. He hadn't touched you once. Not even a passing touch when he entered.
The burn of his gaze on your core was too much, too vulnerable, especially when he was as fully clothed and composed as he was. You tried to close your legs but was stopped by his immediate displeasure. A tongue click and a simply stated fact. "I can't help you if I can't see you."
You splayed your legs wide for Cassian and it took 500 years of training and self discipline to hold himself back from you. Your scent had changed the moment you let him into your room. Arousal had filled the air at the mere sight of him and he immediately second guessed his ability to hold himself back. But he'd be damned if he turned down an opportunity to watch you get off to the sound of his voice. To see the effect he had on you, not just smell it.
You whimpered. "Cassian, please,"
He felt his cock twitch against the confines of his pants. You had noticed the telling bulge earlier and said nothing of it. It was his siphon-capped hands that you lingered on, imagining they were the ones on you instead of your own. You couldn't fathom the way he could make you feel, if his words alone were having such an effect on you. You'd never been so consumed by your arousal. Shame had dissolved, any perception of self had disappeared and all that you needed right now was release. Preferably at the hands of the male in front of you.
"Good girl. You're doing such a good job." His voice was a growl and you couldn't help the moan that escaped at the praise. "Touch yourself now. Wherever you want."
You did, eventually finding a bundle of nerves that had you throwing your head back and whimpering. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, a poor attempt to keep yourself together. Your bare breasts were heaving with your panting as your eyes met Cassian's, burning directly into them as you pleasured yourself.
Something was building in you. Something that had your legs tightening and your hand speeding.
You immediately did, gasping for air and bitter at the male who had just interrupted your completion. Though you didn't say anything, not when his face and voice were as stern as they were.
"Good. I want you to come with your fingers inside you."
Your heart jumped at his words. The thought was intimidating, the idea of inserting anything sounded foreign and unpleasant. Cassian must've read the hesitation on your face because he added, "Trust me, Y/N, I'll make you feel good, okay?"
You nodded and slowly dipped a finger down to where your arousal was dripping out, running a finger along it in test. He nodded, eyes slipping from your hand to your face. Slowly, you began to push the tip of your finger inside you.
"If something doesn't feel good, you don't have to do it. Tell me what feels good."
You nodded, desperate to get back to what you were doing. He smirked and let you continue.
It took a few long seconds for one finger to feel comfortable, the feeling of your own walls tight and fluttering around you. Brow furrowed, you were careful to not move your hand in case it hurt or felt unpleasant.
"How is that?" He adjusted himself in his pants but made no show of his own arousal.
You were still out of breath, panting when you spoke. "Weird. New."
Cassian nodded and shifted closer. "Start moving and see how that feels."
You did, scrunching up your nose when at first it felt strange. Then, as you kept moving, your hand coming in and out, the discomfort and foreignness melted into a similar, but new feeling than you'd earned from the circles you'd rubbed on your clit. His gaze on you, the intensity, the encouragement had you going with new fervor, eager to please him. You could see the moment— after a minute of you pumping into yourself — that Cassian almost reached for you. You could see the moment he stopped himself.
You wanted him. His hands on you, your mouth on every inch of his skin. You would worship him if given the chance, and judging by the way he was watching you, you'd bet he'd do the same.
"Cass, please," You begged, all self control out the window. A muscle flecked in his jaw at the sound of his name as a moan on your lips, but he didn't move. "Please touch me, baby."
His chest rose and fell with hard breaths, nostrils flaring. His hand bunched into a tight fist beside his cock, though he didn't touch himself—didn't move.
"You're so fucking cock drunk aren't you?" He spits, eyes dark and half lidded with want. Cassian's wings flare and he looks every bit the fierce Illyrian commander you knew him to be. It's stark and exciting.
You stop your hand, ready to pull out and climb into his lap.
"No. Keep going. I'm not going to make you come so if you want it, you need to do it yourself."
"Cassian." You draw the word out into a whine. "Please, I'll do anything you want." You clench around your fingers at the thought of him inside you, of the taste of his cock on your tongue.
In a split second he's gone from sitting at the foot of your bed to grasping your face tightly in his hand. The scent of him is so much more intense close up, your eyes practically rolling back in your head at the strength of his arousal carrying across the few feet between you. Another physical sign of just how much he wanted you.
Your cheeks are smooshed in his tight grip when he growls an order at you. "Stop acting like a whore," he grits out, "And fuck yourself."
He doesn't release your face until you're thrusting into yourself again. It's more intense now, the way he was leaning close seemed to make everything feel like more. His hand lowers to your wrist, guiding you with a rhythm, but not actually fucking you. You were still doing all the work, only using his hand as a reference. The feeling of his skin against yours, so close to your cunt was almost enough to send you over the edge by itself. You added another finger with his instruction.
"Curl your fingers up." Cassian instructed, no longer guiding you, but not removing his hand from your wrist.
You did as he said, confusion pulling at your features. Nothing pleasurable happened for several long strokes. And then you bumped it. Your fingers brushed against that spot inside of you and you threw your head back, a loud moan involuntarily escaping. Cassian sits back with a smile.
"Fuck," You gasp, curling upwards and hitting that spot again. It was an effort to keep your whole body from seizing.
"That's a good girl. Such a good fucking girl." Cassian murmurs with pride, his hand now on top of his clothed dick. "I knew you could do it, you just needed some help, huh?"
You nodded, frantic for the release that was taunting you, impending at the edge of your efforts. Your other hand finds your clit and with the combined pleasure you're weak and incoherent, gasping and blubbering.
"You don't know how hard it is to keep myself from flipping you over and taking you right here." He confessed, palming himself to relieve the ache you knew was tormenting him. "You look so pretty like this. So pretty all spread out, breathless and begging for me, your gorgeous little cunt dripping onto your blankets."
Your back arches off your mattress, your mouth fallen open in a silent cry as you continue to thrust into yourself. Once more your fingers return home and the ache, the band of tension has snapped and you're cumming. Incoherent sounds riding out on your breath, lewd with the wet sounds of your cum. Your body is seizing, releasing and tightening in a whirl of the most pleasure you've felt. Your hand keeps moving for several long seconds after your orgasm has wracked your body, sapping every ounce of pleasure from the experience until you're too sensitive to continue.
You slip it out, two of your fingers still wet. With your mind cleared and the fog of your arousal gone, everything came back to you. You could hardly bring yourself to meet Cassian's eyes, but when you did, he was smiling with a feral sort of pride. You smile back hesitantly and close your legs, sitting up and trying to compose yourself. You twist your mouth, trying to think of something to say to break the silence. Cassian does it first.
You tuck your lips in and nod, unable to meet his eye. You were still so very naked and he was so clothed.
"Good. You did good, and now you know." Cassian said simply, clearing the awkward air with a friendly tone that may have made things even more awkward.
He rubs his hands on his pants and stands, making for the door. He doesn't get two steps before you stop him. "Cassian?" You ask in a small voice.
He turns, brows raised expectantly. You fold your arms across yourself and he doesn't glance down, looking only at your face.
"There's still a lot I don't know... About, like, sex and stuff." You hope he gets the implication behind it. It takes only one second, but you can see the moment his eyes darken again. The understanding that crosses his face. Cassian nods.
