literally squealed when i saw your new post!!! i missed u sm, you made some of my all time favorite acotar fics ❤️❤️❤️ if you’re in the mood to, can i request a cassian fic where him and reader get into this big fight that lasts for a while bc theyre both stubborn as hell but then they make up for the lost time hehehe 🥵🥵 thank you!!!
I am SO sorry it has taken me this long to get to this ask. I wanted to start writing again, and then I lost my spark, but I am trying so hard to find it. This is also the first time I have written smut in several months, so I hope this encompasses everything you were looking for! <3 Warnings: 18+, Fighting (both verbal and literal, but the literal is a training session, don’t worry), SMUT, Rough Sex, Bloody Nose, Blood kink if you squint??
Shut Up and Kiss Me (Cassian x Reader)
A week. It had been one week since this stupid fight with Cassian had begun. A week of cold shoulders, backs turned in bed, harsh words, and even harsher glares. The argument hadn’t even been that big in nature, more of a disagreement, but with how stubborn the two of you were, it had grown into a monster. You were calmly discussing the advantages of ground attacks over air ones, which, unbeknownst to you, struck a deep chord with the Illyrian General. It wasn’t that you weren’t in support of air tactics, as they could be extremely beneficial. However, you personally wouldn’t put it on par with ground warfare. Cassian had vehemently disagreed with you. It was playful at first, citing your lack of wings to your lack of knowledge about how air strikes worked, but when you stood stubbornly on your opinion, so did he. And now it was affecting everything. The House of Wind was tense as your loved ones walked on glass around the two of you. They had tried to help, of course, appeasing both of your stubbornness and saying how you could both be right, but it didn’t work. It almost got Rhys’s ass kicked, actually. So now here you were making your morning tea in the kitchen with your back turned to your mate who was making his morning drink. The sun was out, starkly contrasting with your moods, and a slight breeze was outside. An entirely too beautiful morning that begged to be taken advantage of with a flight. You bit your tongue, refusing to be the first one to break. Cassian slammed the sugar down a little too harshly on the counter, muscles in his bicep tense. “Are you trying to break all of our kitchenware?” You muttered as you placed it back in its proper place, rolling your eyes. “Just because you are angry doesn’t mean you take it out on the poor canister.” “Are you trying to break all of our things because an easy solution would be to deal with tension, wouldn’t you agree? Or is that too difficult for you?” He snarked back, leaning against the countertop in a simple pair of lounge pants. “I have no idea what you are talking about.” The words were as sharp as steel as they left your lips while you shrugged a careless shoulder. “Mmm, I’m sure you do because it has been eating you alive as much as it has me. You just have a terrible habit of never admitting when you are wrong.” Cassian pointed out with a glare. “Oh, I have no trouble admitting when I am wrong, but I can’t remember anything I have been wrong about lately.” You replied coyly, pressing a finger against your chin as you pretended to think. “Nope, nothing comes to mind.” The Illyrian suddenly pushed up and stalked towards you, using his height to his advantage as he stared you down. “You can give opinions all well and good, but what you have never been in is an actual war, and what you have also never done is flown, so why would you be right about this?” He asked in exasperation, crossing his arms over his chest. “Ground fighting is important, but it is not always feasible. Air is.” “I can literally think of several times when air is not right-” You argue only to be cut off when you are suddenly yanked out of the kitchen and dragged to the balcony. “Cassian, don’t you dare!”
Your shouts are drowned out as he pulls you into his body and takes off towards the sun, purposely dipping down to make your stomach flip before he extends his wings and starts soaring up. Despite your anger towards him, you can’t help but let out a small laugh, clutching onto him and inhaling his scent as he takes you to the training grounds on the top of the mountain. “What’s the matter, sweetheart, scared of a little wind?” He growls into your ear, a little too smug, to which you dig your fingernails harshly into his arms. Cassian just laughs. The two of you land, and you feel the familiar ground of the ring underneath your bare feet. Cassian had taken you up here plenty of times before, always wanting you to be able to protect yourself and also to spend time with him. This was a big part of his life, and when you got to share it with him, even if you weren’t actively training, it made him feel a sense of warmth inside. “I’m calling your bluff, princess.” Cassian taunts you, standing on the other side and leaning against the corner with a practiced ease. “You try to fight me from down here, and I’ll fight you from up there.” “Cass, come on, you know-” You begin, but quickly swallow your words when he bends forward on his knees, giving you a fake pout. “Oh no, can you not back it up? Are you admitting that I was right and you were wrong? Poor little-ah!” Cassian’s mockery is quickly silenced when you launch yourself at him, striking right by his ribs and making him promptly launch into a defensive position you easily counter. “Now who's wrong?” You jeered, grinning as the two of you started to roughhouse. It wasn’t hard to see that he was taking it easy on you, but even his easy was your difficult. Punches were thrown, elbows were jabbed, and at one point, you had even clung onto his ankle and tried to use your body weight to bring him down. You weren’t going down easily, and despite this all stemming from a pent-up frustration, you were having fun. So, color you surprised when Cassian doesn’t dodge the way you thought he would go, and his nose cracks against your foot.
“Oh my stars!” You gasp, immediately cradling his face as blood gushes from the impact. “Cassian, I am so sorry, I thought you were going the other way! I never meant to hurt you! Stars, are you okay?” Cassian nods, laughing, as he grabs a towel that had been left behind from the last session and holds it to his nose. You watch him with furrowed brows, nervously bouncing from foot to foot as he tries to stop the bleeding. After only a minute of tense silence, he brings the towel away to reveal that the bleeding has stopped. You let out the breath that you had been holding, stepping forward to once again apologize, only to choke on your words when you are suddenly pinned against a nearby boulder. “Cass!” You chide him, resting your hands against his sweaty chest to try and push him away. “You need to take it easy, I’m pretty sure you just lost half your-” Before you could continue, he kisses you passionately, the coppery taste of his blood mixing with your saliva. His hands grab your waist, spreading you so that your heat is resting on one of his muscular thighs. “Do you know how hot that was?” Cassian mumbles against your skin as he kisses his way to your ear, capturing the lobe roughly between his teeth. “To have you land such a blow, even if it was me on the receiving end?” “I didn’t mean for it to hit you!” You hiss, his stubble scraping against the sensitive skin of your neck as his lips move down. “I don’t care. I don’t care about my nose, I don’t care about our fight,” He moans as your hips move on their own, your panties embarrassingly damp from his kiss alone as you grind down on his thigh. “The only thing I care about is fucking you until we both tap out.” You could feel how hard he was as he turned you around so that your front was now pressing against the rock, rutting against your ass for just a moment before he kneels and rolls off your leggings. The morning air was cool against your bare skin, making goosebumps rise, when you felt his large hands grope your ass. “I can’t believe you were so stubborn that you kept this pussy away from me for a week…” Cassian grunted, although you could hear the slight desperation in his voice, spreading your cheeks apart to reveal your glistening sex. “I wasn’t, fuck,” You stop in your reprimand when he smugly runs two fingers down your folds, circling your clit just long enough to make your hips buck to search for more friction. A glare is sent his way over your shoulder. “I wasn’t stubborn, you were the one who wouldn’t yield.” “Unfortunately for you, retreating is not in my nature.” He smirks, eyes entirely focused on your lower half. “But I think it might be in yours soon enough.” And as much as you wanted to continue the banter, continue the fight, one swipe of his tongue made your mind go blank. Two swipes had your fingers gripping the rock in front of you. Three swipes and you were moaning out in defeat. “Cass…” You groan, eyes shutting at the feeling of him eating you out from behind. His hands were still cradling handfuls of your ass in them while his tongue flicked your swollen clit. The sensation made you want to move away and closer, your mind playing tug of war with your pride.
Your mate seemed to be in heaven as he drank and slurped all your juices with a grin, his hums and grunts coming from below as he skillfully added a finger to your clenching hole. It made you squeak, which was followed quickly by another moan, this time your body winning out to arch your back in a silent command for more. Stars, you missed this. Missed him. What were you even arguing about anyway? Cassian pulled back to admire your begging form, the lower half of his face shiny as he tuts teasingly and says, “Look at you, already soaked and desperate. Tell me, princess, tell me what you want.” It was on the tip of your tongue. If he had taken even a minute longer to eat you out, he would’ve gotten the white flag he wanted. But you weren’t done yet. Before he could blink, you had turned around to face him, grabbed the bun on the top of his head, and shoved him back, face-first, into your eager sex. “I want you to admit that this ‘soaked and desperate’ pussy has you whipped, General.” You smirk, throwing your head back in ecstasy when he buries even deeper and begins to feast. One of his hands grabs your thigh and pulls it so your leg hangs over his shoulder, exposing even more of your glistening cunt for him to lick. The hand in his hair tightened and pulled, guiding him to the exact spot you needed him. Moaning filled the training yard as he brought you intense, toe-curling pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, Cass!” You chanted, your lower half grinding down as you chased your fast-approaching release. Familiar fluttering in your core made your spine tingle and eyes roll back as he started spearing two fingers into you, the loud squelching only spurring both of you further. His lips latched around your nub and sucked roughly, the painful sensation pushing you over the edge. “Ohhh!” You cried out, two hands now in his hair as you rolled your hips through the waves of your orgasm. Cassian grabbed two fistfuls of your ass, holding you as close as possible to him as he drank down what you gave him. You had only just slumped back against the cool boulder when you felt yourself being turned back around. Cass unlaced his pants with one hand while the other fisted into your hair, shoving his leathers down to mid-thigh before he started rubbing his hot, leaking cock against you. “Fuck, look at you…” He grunted into your ear, nipping the earlobe as he forcefully spread your legs. “Please, Cassian, please-” The words die in your throat when he thrusts into you all at once, both of you groaning loudly. He gave you no time to recover as his hips started pistoning in and out of you. He used his grip to force your cheek against the rock, his teeth and lips trailing hotly down your neck and shoulder as he fucked you how he wanted. Hot, fast, and rough. The entire week of frustration was currently being taken out on you, but you liked it, craved it. You had just enough of a sound mind to wiggle one of your arms between you and the stone, finding your sore clit and abusing it even more as you chased a second orgasm. Cassian seemed to know what you were doing, his pupils nearly swallowing his iris as he bit down on your shoulder harshly.
“You’re such a needy girl, aren’t you, baby?” He taunted into your ear, nearly breathless. “So greedy…” His words fell on deaf ears as you were solely focused on how well he was fucking you and the growing tension in your stomach. With every thrust, your mate was kissing your cervix, and it was delicious torture. You could tell he was getting close to his finish as well, his pace starting to falter slightly. “Do you yield?” Cassian asked, pulling back just enough to catch your eyes. A beat of silence and then, with a slight nod, you yield. The grin on his face can only be described as feral as he fucks you both until you cum with a cry, drenching the both of you with your combined juices as he follows you into oblivion. Your legs are jelly at this point, and it was only by his body that you were being held up. Small aftershocks of pleasure kept making you whimper as you felt his seed hot inside of you, leaking down your legs. He trails kisses back up to your face and, after a moment of collecting himself, slowly pulls out. Cassian is there to catch you when you inevitably fall backward, bringing you to rest on his chest as he holds you close. The two of you sit there on the mountaintop, cradling each other while you come back to the ground. “Fuck…” You murmur into his skin, too blissed out to care about the mess all over both of you. “We should fight more often.” Cassian jokes, laughing when you clumsily try to hit his face. He grabs your hand and kisses your fingers, pressing his forehead against your own as he sighs in contentment. “You know I love you, don’t you?” “Yes,” You nod, nuzzling into him. “But I think you love being a pain in my ass even more.” He gently grabs your chin and tilts your head so he can kiss you properly before whispering with a wolfish grin, “Just a bit.”