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poeticandors · 4 years ago

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Only For You

Sugar daddy!Cassian x F!reader

Summary: Being a sugar baby has its rewards, but when the dynamic between both you and Cassian changes after one night, you want to know where it leaves you. Do things change for better or for worse?

Word Count: 5478

Warnings: 18+ Smut, oral smut (female receiving), fingering, light pussy smacking,

A/N: Sugar daddy!cassian is on my mind always 😈

GIF belongs to @nomoregoldfish

The light patter of rain hits the window of your bedroom— it’s a soothing sound mixed with the quiet of your room. It was the perfect time to get a start on the book you had been meaning to read. Laying along your bed, your mind is too transfixed as your eyes trail along each word. Mixing with the peaceful ambience, the scented candle whose wick flicks alive as the flame dances helps produce the relaxing scent that completes the tranquility of the room.

Suddenly, the chime of your phone pulls your attention from the book laid in front of you, and you glance over at it. The way your heartbeat quickens is expected when you see the name on your screen, and you pay no mind as the book closes and you lose your place as you grab your phone.

Cassian: Are you home? I have a gift for you.

Gift.

You’ve received plenty of those since Cassian appeared in your life. From a weekly “allowance”, to new furniture for your apartment… gift was definitely a funny word in this situation. It was an arrangement you agreed to, well, in a way.

As you get up to prepare yourself for Cassian’s arrival , your mind goes back to when he came into your life about almost a year ago.

Cassian happened to meet you while you were finishing up a late double at the diner you worked at. He seemed intimidating at first, but was easy to talk to once you poured him his first cup of coffee. You made it a habit to talk to your customers— they seemed to appreciate a friendly smile and small talk— so making conversation with him was easy.

After introducing yourselves, he asked about you and about your personal life. You weren’t sure why, but you told him pretty much everything: how you were picking up doubles on the weekends just to make ends meet while still going to school full time. He listened intently, as if really interested and concerned. You didn’t think much of it, but then when you saw that he had left you a five hundred dollar tip in cash you were in a state of panic and confusion.

You didn’t know what to do at the time. All that ran through your mind was that it had to have been a mistake and he might’ve meant to leave a ten and… accidentally left the remaining four hundred and ninety. Of course, you did take it but only because you weren’t about to leave all that cash sitting on the table. It definitely had to be a mistake, so the next day after Googling him and finding out that he was a big time businessman, you made your way to his office in hopes of returning the money.

If he was surprised to see you, he didn’t let it show. He gave you a friendly smile, one like he gave you at the diner, and motioned for you to sit down in the seat across from him. He tried to make small talk, asked how you had been, but you went straight to the point and pulled out the cash from your purse. When he stopped you and explained he meant to leave that for you, you were puzzled— no one in their right mind would leave some random waitress this sum of money. Apparently he wanted to.

And he didn’t want to stop just at that five hundred dollar tip.

No, he kept coming back to the diner after that incident. But he didn’t leave an atrocious amount for a tip either. Instead, after getting to know you more, he offered you something quite unexpected. He offered a way for you to not have to worry about school or rent or any bills, by simply being his companion.

In your head, you weren’t sure what he had in mind by “companion”, but when he explained he just wanted someone by his side at company parties, galas, and fundraisers, you were finally able to understand. He was offering a weekly allowance in exchange for being arm candy at such events.

“So like… you want me to be your sugar baby?” You had teased, only to realize that was exactly what he wanted.

Cassian didn’t pressure you— he realized how it sounded, someone offering money just for company. He made it perfectly clear that you did not have to sleep with him in any means. There would be no physical contact like that, or any you didn’t want. He simply just wanted to help you out, no strings attached.

After a moment to think you agreed— to both his and your surprise. But you made it clear that you would only stay as his companion until you weren’t at least struggling anymore, which he understood. Seemed easy enough.

Until you got to know more of him, and realized that he was probably one of the kindest people you had ever met.

Being around him was different then what you thought it was going to be. He only bought you things if he thought you absolutely needed them, such as necessities for your apartment or books for school. Occasionally, at least in his terms, he would buy you random gifts. A few pieces of simple jewelry here and some fancy clothes there— he would also surprise you with a few books you had talked about reading with him. You tried telling him it wasn’t necessary, but he insisted. He always insisted.

Cassian also never left you alone at the events you attended alongside him, and he always made sure that you were comfortable whether it be the situation or the dress he bought you. But you didn’t just attend the galas or events with him. He would continue to visit you at work, or there were a few times he invited you over to eat dinner at his house or just to hang out. The more you spent time with him, however, the closer you became.

You thought you were doing good, keeping your feelings at bay— this was just a simple situation in which he was helping you out. Cassian did not show any advances or try to pressure you in any way, either. Everything was going fine, at least until a few weeks ago.

It was a normal night, Cassian had asked if you wanted to come over for dinner and maybe watch a movie. You accepted, of course, as you always did. After finishing dinner and resting on the couch with a content stomach, you joined Cassian on the couch. You tried enjoying the movie, it was one of your favorites, but the only thing your eyes drifted to was Cassian’s thigh near yours.

You tried to play it off that you didn’t notice— he probably didn’t even realize it in the first place. Plus, you didn’t really mind. It was a nice added bit of warmth since the room was slightly chilly. No… you didn’t really mind.

But when a particularly funny scene played on the screen, you happened to let out a laugh and when you turned to Cassian, you noticed the way he was staring at you. His dark eyes bore into yours in a way they hadn’t before, and you would have given anything to know what was going through his mind in that moment. And the next thing that happened, you remember so clearly to this day: the way his eyes trailed down to your lips and how for a moment you could see how he was leaning towards you, and you wanted nothing more than his lips upon yours.

When his phone rang, he made sure to pull back as if you had both been walked in on, and he was quick to get up and answer his phone. You’ll never forget the way your heart beat uncontrollably, and how cold your thigh—how cold your entire body— suddenly felt as you realized… you’ve wanted this for a while.

Your phone beeps again and that’s when you pull yourself from your thoughts, seeing Cassian had messaged you again.

Cassian: I hope you’ll like what I have for you.

A smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you reply.

I’m sure I will, and yes I am home.

Cassian: Can’t wait to see you.

It was a little ridiculous the way you felt by just a simple text— the fact he said he couldn’t wait to see you had the warmth in your chest bursting like a chain of fireworks. You knew holding these feelings in would only make it more difficult, and you had to believe he felt something for you as well. Things between you had become different, not only had you begun to spend more time together, but the looks and small touches became more frequent.

You had thought long and hard about this, and you believed that he had to feel the same way you did as your relationship slowly blossomed. Maybe taking the first step was what you needed to do.

Standing up, you decide that you need to ready yourself by refreshing with a shower and a change of apparel. You already had the perfect set in mind that was sure to say how you felt without you having to say anything.

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Cassian looks down at the simple red rose— the petals seemingly perfect in every way, bursting with immaculate color along with the strong stem to hold it all together. It was beautiful, but he knew it would only come second to you the moment it was in your presence.

He wondered if he was making a mistake, admitting how he felt about you. Not that he didn’t want to express how he felt, but rather he didn’t want to scare you off. All of this started off as an arrangement, one you both agreed would come without any sexual favors, and was simply about companionship.

That however went all the way down the drain after one particular movie night.

Obviously nothing physically happened, but god knows Cassian wanted nothing more than to feel your lips on his and feel how soft your skin was. How was it he didn’t know until that moment that he longed for your touch? Not only that, but he longed to hear you say his name as it was now his favorite sound— a melody he wanted to play over and over again.

If he admitted his feelings, how would things change between you? Would it complicate things? Of course, he was the one to come up with the arrangement, and he did tell you that you could back out any time you wanted to.

But if you felt the same way, would you still want to keep up the agreement? You would never once demand the weekly allowance he was giving you. If anything, you seemed to want to do was try and limit it to at least every two weeks or once a month, but Cassian never minded. This was all about helping you be able to live comfortably without any worries for the time being.

The elevator dings as it makes its way to your level, and Cassian straightens, before making his way to your apartment door, knocking and waiting patiently. There would be time to figure out what would happen afterwards, now it was time for him to face the truth— whether it ended either with heartache or delight.

“Come in,” he hears your voice on the other side of the door. Cassian wastes no time, holding the single rose behind his back as he steps inside.

It’s quiet, Cassian wondered if he interrupted anything in particular as he didn’t see you in the living room. He calls out your name, but stops when he turns to see you sitting on the counter in the kitchen. Not only that, but you’re wearing a simple black robe and matching color heels with red bottoms underneath. You made sure to have the robe revealing much of your chest, and Cassian swore you were leaning forward so he could catch a better glimpse of your cleavage.

“...Hi.”

“Hi…” Cassian steps forward. “What… what’s going on?”

You take your bottom lip between your teeth— scared that you may have made the wrong choice in displaying your feelings. But it was too late to turn back.

”I… there’s something I need to talk to you about.” Jumping down from the counter, you slowly walk up to Cassian. He stays in place, and when you glance down you take notice of the beautiful red rose in his hand.

“...Is there?”

“Yes. Something important— sorry. Is that the gift you bought for me?”

“It is.” Cassian holds the rose up to you. “I just… I saw it and thought of you. I thought that you might like it.”

You take it from him slowly, admiring each vibrant petal on the flower. He saw this and thought of you— your heart pounds loud and quick like a drum, imagining the idea of Cassian looking through flowers and thinking of you as he laid his eyes on such a gorgeous flower.

“...Thank you.”

He nods, clearing his throat. “You said you had something important to talk about?”

“Yes, um…” you hand him back the rose and he watches you with interest as you slowly pull the tie from your robe. Letting it fall, the robe pools at your feet, and Cassian stares at you.

His eyes trail along your body— taking in every inch of you as you stand in front of him wearing a simple black lingerie set. You watch as he slowly makes his way up, from the garter belt around your thighs, to the lace thong, all the way up to the black sheer baby doll top.

You only wonder what’s going through his mind, if you have taken it too far or if it was just the right push to say what you’ve held in for so long.

“...I bought this with my own money.” You finally say, and Cassian’s gaze lifts to your eyes. “I… I saw it and I thought you might like it. I just didn’t know how else to… I thought that by showing you, it would be easier to… to explain how I feel.”

Something seems to click in Cassian’s mind— his eyes light up in realization and he nods. He takes a few steps towards you, backing you into the counter. He reaches behind you to set the rose down.

“And… how do you feel?” He asks, his voice deep and you can’t help the way it sends a shiver down your spine. Taking a daring breath, you place your hands on his chest, feeling the soft material of his dress shirt.

“You know I’m not good with my words, but… can I show you?”

He nods, and you lean forward, pressing your lips softly to his. Cassian is quick to return the kiss— his tongue glides against your lips as he deepens it, so eager to express how he feels as well. You feel his hands on your hips, and he pulls you closer so your chest is now pressed against his.

Your body is so warm, like a fire bursting throughout out after igniting it with that single kiss. When you pull back, that feeling is still there after just staring into his dark eyes.

“...How long?” He breathes out, and you know exactly what he’s asking.

“Since movie night. But… I suspect even before then.”

Cassian nods, sliding his hands to the middle of your back. You don’t want him to stop touching you, and you suspect he doesn’t want to stop either.

“...I know we still have the agreement, but—“

“Shh…” He shakes his head. “We don’t have to talk about that now.”

“But—“

“I have a gorgeous woman standing in front of me, right now. One that I wasn’t sure shared the same feelings. I’m not wasting anymore time.”

With that, he pulls you close, and kisses you again. Your hands are everywhere— on his chest, moving up to his neck, until you’re grabbing his face to deepen the kiss. His shoulders roll back as he takes his jacket off, and soon he is back to grabbing your hips and helping you onto the counter.

The motion is fast and quick, and he stands between your legs as he trails his kisses from your jaw down to the middle of your chest. His hands are flat on your thighs, but you feel the pads of his fingertips digging into your flesh. When he slides his hands up, they are now closer to your aching cunt, and you don’t want him to stop inching closer.

You’ve dreamt of this— feeling Cassian between your legs, his hands gripping you to keep you in place. It’s all finally coming true, and you only want to feel and taste more of him.

He pulls back after sucking on your neck, and you slam your lips back on his. You begin undoing his buttons, but he grabs your wrists and pins them down. He steps back, and you stare at him with lust-filled eyes as he slowly begins to unbutton his shirt.

“Look at you,” his demeanor is suddenly different— his voice deeper and laced with a hunger for you. He tosses his shirt to the floor and makes his way back, pushing your thighs apart. “So impatient.”

“Cass…” you gasp as he pulls you closer to the edge of the counter, and begins to continue kissing his way down until he is on his knees in front of you.

He looks up at you, as his hands slide further up your thighs once more, until his fingers start brushing your covered clit. You’re already soaked even by the simple touches, and you don’t want him to stop. You watch Cassian lean forward, and his nose carefully hovers against yours until you catch your breath.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought of this,” he mutters. “How many nights I’ve dreamt of you in this position.”

He flicks his tongue flat against your covered pussy lips and you can’t help the small whimper that escapes you. He looks up at you, sliding his arm underneath your thigh and around to pull your underwear out of the way to expose your glistening folds. He licks his lips, waiting to taste just how sweet you are. You watch as Cassian delves in, and your head falls back as you moan in pleasure at the feeling of his tongue.

Cassian groans as well, taking in every bit of your sweet slick. You tasted divine— as sweet as honey— and Cassian was lucky enough to be the one to taste you. Your hand moves to the back of his head, your fingers tangling with his perfectly combed hair as you try pulling him even closer.

Cassian pulls back, but not before taking his tongue flat and slow against your cunt, and he rips off your underwear. Gasping, you watch as Cassian returns between your legs, and looks up at you as his hand comes up to rub slow circles on your sensitive clit. Biting your bottom lip, you stare into Cassian’s eyes as he touches you— a sensual image that only edges him more.

A jolt of pleasure goes through you as he gently slaps your cunt, and you can’t help but jump. Cassian holds you down so your movements are slightly stilled. He goes back to rubbing slow circles, before once again slapping his hand down.

“F-fuck, Cassian,” you whimper. “Please—“

Smack, he slaps your pussy again, this time with a little more force, and you feel as if you’re about to burst.

“Tell me what you want. You’re all dressed up in this outfit for a reason. Tell me.”

He wants you to beg, and fuck if it wasn’t the hottest thing. You knew Cassian was always one to take charge, but the fact that he was being this way for you has you thirsting for more.

“I want to cum… please, Cassian. I want to cum so bad…”

Cassian hums, before he slaps his hand down again. A small cry catches in the back of your throat, and your nails grip into the edge of the counter as he goes back to rubbing your clit. The pace he moves at is excruciating, you just want to feel that release, but Cassian is going to make sure it’s on his terms.

“I’m not quite convinced,” he says, moving his fingers down, and teasing the entrance of your pussy. You try pushing your hips forward, but this earns another good, wet slap from him.

You cry out once more, and he moves his fingers back, teasing your folds.

“Tell me. What do you want?”

Your mind is a mess— you can barely focus as Cassian continues to tease you, and all words are non existent at this point. Suddenly, as an act of encouragement, Cassian pushes a finger in and you let out a moan. He doesn’t move it, and although you try rolling your hips it’s no use: he watches you as you sit desperately, waiting for him to do something.

“What. Do. You. Want?” He asks between small, feather-light kisses against your thighs.

“Cassian, fuck! I want you to make me cum. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk anymore. Please!”

His mouth turns up into a devil-like smirk, and he stands up to press his lips hard to yours. His lips carry the faint taste of your slick, but you don’t mind. If anything, it turns you on even more.

“Okay, since you asked so nicely.” When he moves his fingers, you let out a relieved gasp, and he suddenly moves back down to his knees.

Cassian wastes no time in pushing his mouth back to your clit, and you throw your head back as his tongue flicks against you. With every roll of his tongue, and pump of his fingers, you feel yourself slowly reaching that euphoric bliss and in no time, you're coming all over Cassian’s mouth and fingers as you cry out his name.

Cassian doesn’t let you off easy, when he removes his fingers, he wastes no time in gently slapping your pussy as you still try coming down from your high. Each slap has you twitching with more pleasure, and he helps you ride it out until you’re left an absolute mess.

When you open your eyes as you catch your breath, you’re still in a daze. Cassian stands up, and you watch as he takes each of his fingers to suck your slick off of them, like it’s a sweet treat for him. The sight has you clenching your thighs together, and Cassian takes notice, stepping towards you.

“Come here,” he cups the back of your head, kissing you hard as he pulls you off the counter to stand.

He tilts his head, dragging his hands down to graze against your breasts, trailing all the way to your hips. Biting your bottom lip as he pulls away, he quickly turns you to face away from him, and pushes you to lean over the counter.

The feeling that flows through you is exhilarating— you’re more than ready to feel Cassian fuck you. The sound of his belt as he pulls it off and the way he slowly pulls his zipper down has you shifting in your spot. Soon, you feel his hands on your hips again, and he trails down to your thighs.

Snap, he pulls the strap connecting to your garter and watches you flinch slightly at the contact. Cassian soon presses up against you, his hard cock poking against your ass cheek as he leans down to kiss the back of your neck. His hand comes up from the garter and soon brushes against your wet folds, and you exhale shakily as you lick your lips. You just know the bastard is smirking now, watching every movement you make as he teases you.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He whispers— his voice deep and thick as he slowly moves his fingers up and down at an excruciatingly slow pace, making sure to purposefully brush just under your clit.

“Yes. Yes, please, Cassian,” you whimper, pushing back against his cock.

He hums, and although you let out a whine when he pulls his hand away, your eagerness soon shows as he pushes your legs apart with his knee and you stick your ass out.

Cassian drags a hand flat along your back as he positions behind you, and you feel the head of his dick push into your cunt. You both seem to let out a breath of relief— the feeling of you finally coming together like this was one long awaited from each of you.

Cassian slowly pulls out, only to slowly push himself back into you, earning a quiet moan from you. You’re left with your fingers trying to grasp onto the smooth granite counter, but it’s no use. With every motion, you’re left with a dizzy spell taking over you.

You feel Cassian’s hands grip onto your hips as he speeds up, thrusting even harder than before. He feels so good, even better than you’ve imagined. His cock brushes hard and deep inside you, trying to pull your orgasm from you. The rough pads of his fingers dig into your skin, as he pulls your hips against his with each thrust.

The room fills with moans and grunts coming from both of you— skin slapping skin, it was an erotic sound. You feel Cassian’s hand move up to grab onto your neck, squeezing lightly as he leans forward until his chest is pressed against your back. The new angle has him hitting your burning core, and you only cry out his name over and over. Your body presses hard uncomfortably against the edge of the counter, but you don’t care— you just want to feel nothing but Cassian at this moment.

“Does this make you feel good?” He growls, turning to nip at your ear. “Do you like when I fuck you like this?”

“Yes, f-fuck… Cassian!” You all but scream. You don’t even care if your neighbors can hear you because he is making you feel so fucking good.

“Is this what you’ve thought about?” He asks after a hard rock of his hips. “Because I’ve thought about this. I’ve thought about fucking you so many times. In your bed, in my bed… on my couch that night.”

He lets out a moan, his breath hitting your skin, and you wonder if he is close behind you. With every push and pull of his dick as it hits that sweet spot inside of you, you’re sure to be coming all over him soon enough.

“Cassian, please… I’m so close.”

“Are you?” He hums. “Are you going to cum all over my cock? Because that’s what I want, too. I want to feel you squirt all over me.”

The words coming out of Cassian’s mouth only urges you on more— never did you think such filthy things could be said to you, and never did you think that such things could have an effect on you like they are now. He continues whispering things in your ears, come on and that’s it as his hand reaches around and starts rubbing fast circles on your clit. With his dick pumping in and out of you mixed with that, the sensation is too much, and soon you’re tightening around him as your orgasm hits you hard.

White clouds your vision, and you’re not even sure what Cassian is saying to you now because the rest of your senses seem nonexistent. He helps you ride it out, still continuing his pace so as to reach his own high. The room fills with your moans and the filthy, demanding words of Cassian edging you on. Cassian curses behind you, and with one last thrust, he pulls out.

Looking over your shoulder is a sight to behold— Cassian pumping his dick with his hand as he grips your hip with the other. He looks so beautiful coming undone like this, you think. You watch as he bites his bottom lip, holding back a moan as ribbons of cum shoot out onto your ass, and you can feel the beads drip down your ass, to your cunt and legs.

His head falls forward, and he pants heavily, trying to catch his breath. You slowly turn to face him, and he lifts his gaze. It’s quiet now— the room that was once filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin and cries of pleasure now sits silent.

Your name comes out as a whisper from his lips, and before he can say anything more, you press yours to his in a quick, passionate movement as you kiss him. Cassian pulls you to his chest, deepening the kiss— like you, he didn’t need words to express how he felt — and in that moment his touch spoke clear revelations.

When you both pull apart, breaking the kiss, you stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, until finally one of you finds the courage to speak.

“This changes things,” Cassian states. Which, of course, he is right. But in terms of how…

“I don’t care. I just want you, Cassian.”

He stares down at you as you reach up and cup his cheek. It’s a comforting concept, and he leans into your touch, and you revel at the simple movement.

“I don’t care about the arrangement anymore. I never… never really was in it for the money. You have helped me in a way that… well, I’ll forever be grateful for you helping me with my loans and rent. And I loved the gifts, don’t get me wrong. But all I cared about and actually enjoyed was just being around you. Spending time with you.”

HIs hand comes up to grab yours, and for a moment you see a sense of relief in his eyes— as if he had been waiting to hear that from you for quite some time.

“I think…” he starts, pulling your hand down to kiss your knuckles, “I only offered it just to be able to spend time with you. I also enjoyed it, presenting you with gifts and helping you financially. But, I knew things would change between us since that night.”

His thumb brushes the back of your hand, and you glance down to the rose on the counter. Grabbing it, you bring it up to your nose, the wonderful scent taking over your sense of smell. Your eyes flicker up to his, and you give him a small smile.

“I think this is probably my favorite gift from you.”

Cassian smiles, a soft, tender one as he tilts your chin up, and presses a sweet, chaste kiss to your lips. You pull back, and the smile you gave him does not falter as you stare up at him.

“I want to be with you, Cassian. Which means... I have my own arrangement.” “That so?” His brow raises, intrigued as you set the rose back down. “You’re making demands with a businessman, now?”

“I sure am. First off, I don’t want to be your sugar baby anymore.” He chuckles, amused. “Because of your help, I am already ahead of payments, which means I can handle them on my own.”

“Alright, fair enough. Anything else?”

“The gifts—”

“Hold on. I still want to give you gifts. There’s no getting out of that.”

“Cass—”

“Isn’t that what significant others do for each other? They spoil their partners.” He kisses your temple.

“Fine… I have one more demand.”

“Which is?”

You take a step back, grabbing his hand. “I want you to join me in the shower. I believe we both need one.”

He smiles, and you don’t believe you’d ever get tired of seeing the simple act. “Okay, but first…”

Cassian pulls you close, and delivers one more kiss to your lips— one that seems to hold a different meaning now. And then he pulls away, following you to the shower, where you soon fell together again as your bodies slid against each other as the water dripped over you both, and your moans echoed against the walls.

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