the sweetest pie.
i might take you home with this, i might give you all of it ooh, this the ride of your life hold on 'cause baby, i might i might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie
author's note: everybody say thank you to @writingsbychlo because this fic was birthed from our "cassian is an ass man" conversation. just know that chlo and i had very feral thoughts over cas and this is what came of it. song inspiration: the sweetest pie by dua lipa.
That sundress.
That fucking sundress.
It would be the death of him, Cassian was convinced of that much. When he left this morning, you’d been dressed in nothing but one of his large shirts, sleeping soundly as he kissed the top of your head before he headed out to train with his brothers. But now as you stood by the veranda of your home talking to Feyre and Azriel, he felt as though the wind had been knocked out of him as he spotted you in that peach cotton dress.
The flowing fabric hugged you in all the right places and accentuated your voluptuous curves, cinching that hourglass figure of yours. The skirt flared down your thighs and Cassian swallowed as his line of sight fell upon your ample backside. The sundress stretched taut over the curve off your ass, tempting him to lift that godsdamned dress and bend you over the railing right then and there.
The warm summer breeze billowed through the open balcony while the sunshine kissed your skin with its golden rays. A tug on the bond snagged your attention and finally you turned, smiling at him with so much love and joy that it felt like his heart would burst at the sight.
Cassian didn’t even bother waiting for Rhysand to finish talking. In one swift stride, he crossed the balcony and wrapped his arms around you from behind. You giggled as he kissed your cheek, his stubble tickling your face. Your mate spun you around in a slow circle, admiring every inch of you with a fond smile.
“New dress?” Cassian asked, his voice low and gruff as his gaze slithered over you.
You nodded, smiling shyly up at him. “Do you like it, babe?”
He toyed with the thin spaghetti strap, taking in the generous view of your cleavage. The bodice pressed your breasts together and they were sitting just right.
Cassian swallowed thickly. “You look good enough to eat, sweetheart.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “If we weren’t having this damned dinner, I’d drag you into our bedroom and feast on you instead.”
You grinned, feeling that delicious warmth spreading through your body. “Behave, Cas. There’s plenty of room for dessert afterwards.”
The next two hours were nearly tortuous. Usually, Cassian enjoyed family dinner. He always looked forward to hosting his friends in your shared home, watching with a full heart as you cooked while he served, catching up with all of your friends and enjoying the peace that had finally settled over Velaris, but right now, as you sat beside him in that dress, he could hardly restrain himself.
As if his torment wasn’t enough, you were perfectly aware of the effect you had on him and spent the entire meal teasing him. At first, he didn’t think anything of it. When you brushed past him to get to your seat, Cassian held his breath as your ass brushed against his crotch. Then you brought in the roast chicken from the kitchen, leaning over the table at an angle that allowed him full view of your backside. Sweet and supple and begging to be squeezed.
The final straw was when you ‘accidentally’ fell into his lap after laughing too hard at something Azriel said. The grind of your ass against his hard cock almost made him come right then and there. Judging by the little smirk on your face, the action was anything but innocent.
Cassian would make you pay for it.
The Illyrian general seized his chance as the sweet scent of apple pie filled the room. The desert was your specialty and usually Cassian’s favorite, but tonight he was hungry for something else.
“The pie’s ready!” you announced cheerfully, much to the excitement of your friends. “Why don’t we move this party to the roof? I’ll bring the vanilla ice cream as well.”
Cassian stood, his gaze landing on you. “Let me help you, sweetheart.”
You nodded at your mate, who followed you into the hallway in silence. The laughter of your friends filtered out as they made their way to the patio area atop your home, the twinkling faelights swinging in the breeze as the golden sun disappeared in the horizon. You watched them with a fond smile through the stained glass windows before ducking into the kitchen.
As soon as you stepped through the threshold, you felt yourself being lifted off the ground. Cassian pushed you against the center island, his chest pressed to your back as you released a ragged breath.
“What are you doing, Cas?” you stammered as your mate’s hands roamed over your waist. He gripped your hips and grinded against you, the rough material of his trousers brushing against the fabric of your dress.
“You know exactly what I’m doing,” Cassian growled into your ear. “Do you think you’d get away with teasing me like that, sweetheart?”
You whimpered as his fingers crawled up the back of your legs, tracing taunting circles against your skin as you clamped your thighs together. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Cassian laughed, the sound low and husky. “You’re always been a filthy little liar.”
His hands roamed further up your skirts, cupping your ass in his large hands as you bit back a moan. You looked up and found endless pools of lust staring back at you.
Your mate’s mouth dropped open when his fingers met nothing but flesh. “No panties?” He kneaded your flesh and you melted into his touch, yelping when he squeezed your right ass cheek.
“I must have forgotten to put them on,” you declared innocently.
“Or,” Cassian said, spreading your cheeks wide as he teased his middle and pointer finger over your soaking core. “You knew exactly how I’d react when I saw you in this dress. I bet you were hoping that all that teasing would rile me up, make me drag you into some dark corner so I can bend you over the table and fuck you from behind.”
You swallowed thickly, unable to speak. Cassian was spot on.
“Well that’s not going to happen, sweetheart.” He stepped away from you and you whined at the loss of contact. Cassian smirked and yanked your hips backwards. “Not before I punish you first.”
Your mate kicked your ankles apart and spread your legs. He placed your hands onto the marble countertop before taking a step back. “Bend over for me, baby girl.”
You shivered in anticipation and leaned against the counter while hinging your hips. Cassian hummed in appreciation as he hiked your dress over your waist. He massaged your ass, patting your cheek with a chuckle devoid of humor.
“You know I’m going to have to spank you for acting up, don’t you?”
A shock of electricity zipped through your body. You bit your lip, nodding. “Y-yes, I’ve been a bad girl. I deserve to be spanked.”
“Look at you, begging for punishment. Can’t wait to have my handprints all over your ass, huh?” Cassian taunted. “You just want your mate to absolutely ruin you, is that it?”
The sound that came out of you was small and pathetic. You needed to feel him. Cassian tilted your chin towards him. “I want you to count,” he growled. “A spank for every time you teased me tonight.”
Without warning, Cassian’s large hand landed with a smack against your ass. You bit down the moan that threatened to escape past your lips. Gripping the marble counter with white knuckles, you peered up at your mate, who looked down at you expectantly.
“One,” you said, enthralled by the way Cassian grinned as he kissed the base of your spine. Heat trailed across your skin from where your mate’s lips had been, but he withdrew them quickly, leaving you wanting more.
Cassian reeled back, his dark eyes full of hunger and lust. Another smack had you lurching forward, bracing your arms against the kitchen island.
“Two,” you said through gritted teeth. It was taking every ounce of self control within you not to turn around and touch your mate. You loved it when Cassian got like this—demanding and possessive and downright sexy.
Cassian squeezed your hip. “Good girl,” he praised in a low, husky voice. His calloused hands roamed your body, driving you wild with his feather light touches. “If you behave, I might just fuck you.”
You turned just as his hand came down on your ass again. Releasing a shaky breath, you dared a glance at your mate. The sleeves of his sweater were rolled up to his elbows and haphazardly tucked into his dark trousers, which did nothing to conceal the evidence of his arousal. A raven strand escaped from his half ponytail, framing those glorious cheekbones and skimming his full lips. His hazel eyes were warm pools of honey and his gaze felt sticky and sweet upon your skin.
Gods, your mate was fucking beautiful.
“Three,” you whispered softly, biting down on your lip. “Have I behaved well enough for you, baby?”
Cassian’s laughter was dark and low, full of seduction. “Cheeky, aren’t you?” He spread your feet apart and bunched the fabric of your dress around your waist. You tried to peer over your shoulder, but Cassian kept you in place. “You never learn, sweetheart.”
Cassian leaned down, his fingers snaking through your hair as he tilted you towards him. His lips met yours and the kiss was charged with electricity as you yielded to your mate. You moaned as his tongue slipped past the seam of your lips, teasing and tasting before he claimed what was his. Cassian bit down on your lower lip before his hand slipped between your legs. He hissed when he found you soaking wet.
Your mate gripped your hips and rubbed his cock against your soaking core. “A promise is a promise. It’s time for your reward.”
The absence of his hardness made you whine, but Cassian silenced you with a look. You swallowed thickly as he littered open mouthed kisses along your back, trailing his full, supple lips from the base of your spine and grazing his teeth against your ass. His tongue flicked out just as his large hands kneaded your cheeks. You arched your back, eager to feel his mouth against your sensitive core.
Cassian gripped your waist, pinning you in place. He licked a stripe through your folds before his tongue parted your pussy. With your cheek pressed against the cool counter, the heat of his mouth sent a shock through your body. Cassian pulled your thighs against the side of his head as he ate you out from the back, giving equal attention to your throbbing pussy and puckering hole. Every now and then your mate would lightly circle your clit and the sensation felt like electricity in your veins.
No one knew your body like your mate. Cassian knew exactly what to do to make you keen against his mouth, pressing your backside into him as he brought you over the edge. The first time you came, you thought you saw stars. The second time, you left your body completely.
As Cassian aimed for a third orgasm, your pussy felt overstimulated and sensitive. You were convinced that you couldn’t handle another wave of pleasure.
“No more,” you mumbled, utterly fucked dumb by Cassian’s tongue. “I can’t take any more, Cas.”
Cassian chuckled darkly. He tugged you by the hair, making you turn to look at him. Those warm whiskey eyes were nothing but pools of lust as he mashed your lips together. You could taste yourself on him as his tongue claimed yours.
“You can and you will,” Cassian said in a stern tone. His fingers slipped past your folds and you released a shaky breath, your legs threatening to give out from underneath you. “Be a good girl and take it.”
The orgasm gave you an out of body experience. It felt like you were watching yourself from above, ruminating on how well Cassian fucked you. Your mate hadn’t even taken his trousers off and you already felt spent. Your eyelids were heavy with exhaustion.
As if he could read your mind, Cassian tilted your chin and grinned. “Is my poor baby tired?” he asked, stroking your cheek. You nodded in response as your mate smirked. “Too fucking bad. I’m gonna fuck you dumb and you’re going to love every second of it aren’t you, sweetheart?”
A series of garbled words was the only response you could manage. You were so turned on that you could barely even think.
When you heard the sound of Cassian’s belt hitting the floor, you knew you were truly in for it. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head when Cassian eased his cock inside of you. The groan he released was guttural and pure sex as he filled you to the hilt. Cassian went slow, taking his sweet time as he teased you with shallow thrusts. Your mate had promised to fuck you, but he never said he’d fuck you the way you wanted.
You wriggled against him, desperate for more, more, more. Your hunger for Cassian was insatiable.
The Illyrian warrior seemed to sense your neediness. You looked over your shoulder to find him smirking at you.
“Cas, please,” you whined.
“Please what?” Cassian asked, deliberately slowing his pace. “What is it that you want, sweetheart?”
“Fuck me properly,” you snapped impatiently. Cassian raised an amused brow and you had the sense that he was toying with you on purpose. Teaching you a lesson, as if he knew that the spanking gave you more pleasure than punishment. Unfortunately, he was right and well aware of the fact. If you wanted things to go your way, you’d have to play by his rules. “Please, baby.”
“Beg for it,” he growled. “Make it pretty, baby girl.”
“I want you, Cassian.” the words slipped past your lips with ease. “I need you to fuck me, rough and hard. The way that only you can.”
The more you spoke, the more Cassian’s pace picked up. “Yeah?” he asked as he rutted into you, the front of his thighs smacking against the back of yours. “You like it when I fuck you like this, sweetheart?”
You were too dizzy with pleasure to respond. Cassian gathered your hair in one hand, sweeping it off your shoulders. “Tell me that I don’t have to hold back,” he groaned. “Tell me that you're mine to claim."
“Don’t hold back, Cas,” you echoed. “You never have to hold back with me. I can take it. I’m the only one who can. You’re my mate.” Cassian was a male unleashed. Your words urged him to thrust into you with reckless abandon. “You’re mine, Cassian. Mine and mine alone. And I'm yours. I'm yours, always."
“Fuck,” Cassian grunted. “I love it when you say things like that. You're mine. You belong to me and I belong to you. My perfect mate,” you both groaned as he hit that sweet spot within your walls. “Gods, I fucking love you.”
“I fucking love you too, baby,” you said with a cheeky wink.
Cassian slammed his hips into you, burying himself deeper and deeper. Your mate pulled your hair while he mounted you, a stream of curses leaving his pretty mouth while the erotic sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the kitchen. His hand snaked underneath the front of your dress, large palm cupping your breasts while he pressed his hard chest against your back.
Your mate was a perfectly sculpted marble statue, every ridge and line of him composed with such careful care. Wrapped in warm, golden-brown skin that felt hot against your own, Cassian’s body was a work of art. He leaned down, his long hair brushing the back of your neck as he sank his teeth into your shoulder. You moaned as he marked you, reveling in the utter possessiveness of this beautiful male.
“Cassian,” you whimpered. “I want to feel you cum inside of me.”
The growl he released was animalistic. Cassian’s pace quickened, pushing both of you over the edge. “You fucking kill me, sweetheart, “ he murmured, kissing underneath your jaw. “Go on then, let me fill you up baby.”
There was something about being in perfect sync with your mate. As arousal rippled down the bond, you screamed as pleasure slammed into you like an errant wave. The filth that streamed from your mate’s mouth as you clenched around him was the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. Cassian panted as your walls tightened, milking his cock eagerly with each pulse.
The sensation of him filling you up was almost too much to take. You felt so sensitive, yet you reveled in feeling your mate deep inside of you. It wasn’t even just the sex. Watching Cassian unravel fascinated you. Knowing that your mate trusted you enough to completely let his guard down made your heart swell.
You smiled as Cassian’s gaze met yours, hazel eyes soft and warm and all too welcoming. He peppered you with kisses, whispering sweet nothing against your skin as he slowly eased himself off of you. Cassian winked as you watched him pull up his trousers, not even bothering to pick up his belt from the ground where he haphazardly tossed it in the heat of the moment.
As your legs wobbled underneath you, your mate smirked before scooping you up and placing you on the marble countertop. Your mate took great care in smoothing out your hair and rearranging your dress. Cassian toyed with the hem, his fingers tracing patterns along your thigh.
“I think we both learned something about this dress tonight.”
You giggled as he pulled the strap back over your shoulder. “If the lesson is that it makes my ass look phenomenal, then yes. Consider me educated.”
Cassian chuckled. “You’re nothing but trouble, you know that?”
The cheeky little wink you gave him all but confirmed the statement. “And you,” you stated, poking his nose, “made me burn my apple pie.”
Your mate only shrugged. “I was hungry for something else anyways.” Cassian gripped your hips and pulled you towards him. “And I’m ready for another serving.”
“What about our friends? I promised them dessert.”
A mischievous glimmer danced in Cassian’s eyes. “I may or may not have told Rhys that they had five minutes to fuck off before they walked in on me having a feast of my own.”
The laugh that came out of your mouth was incredulous. Now that your attention was on something else besides Cassian, you finally noticed that the house was quiet and devoid of your friend’s usual riotous laughter.
“Kicking them out wasn’t very nice, Cas.”
The hand that had caressed the inside of your thigh suddenly inched higher, spreading your legs wide open. “I’m not nice,” he whispered into your ear roughly. “You of all people should know that, sweetheart.”
You cocked your head, your lips curving into a seductive smile. “Oh?” you purred as you slid your hands under his sweater. “I think I might need a reminder, baby.”
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