Tease Me - Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) x Reader
《 star wars fandom • din djarin x reader • mandalorian x reader 》
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♡ warnings: teasing, punishment, cunnilingus, p in the v, all is consensual this time ♡
《 summary: a job requires you to play the role of the Mandalorian’s slave. when you decide to have a little fun, he decides to show you where teasing will get you. 》
「 Side Note: Reader and the Mandalorian have an understood arrangement regarding his helmet. Reader knows to not look at him when he takes it off, and he tells her when he puts it back on. Let's just say, they've done this many times, so they are used to it... enjoy! 」
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“She’s my slave,” Din announced. “She goes where I go.”
The bouncer and you matched a reaction of shock, but both quickly concealed.
“Is that so?” He asked, looking you over once again. “How did you get a sexy little thing like her so indebted to you? I’d pay for the night, if you’re willing.”
You fought all urges to kill the man where he stood, and even through the thick coat of beskar, the Mandalorian could sense this tension rising. You retreated into the side of your master, knowing if you did not hide your growingly agitated demeanor you would break the false formalities and blow your cover. His arm reaching out to cover you further, which made you feel admittedly protected and at ease, the Mandalorian denied the man’s request.
“This one is not for sharing. I’ve grown quite attached to the way her tongue works.”
The man laughed obnoxiously and you could feel Din’s amusement despite his facade. You boosted forward, but you were stopped suddenly by an arm of beskar holding you back. The helmeted Mando looked down at you with a warning you knew translated to behave.
“Oh, I understand, I understand. If you ever change your mind, you know where I’ll be.”
You passed by the bouncer, Din’s gloved hand on the curve of your back to guide you. His thumb brushed under the hem of your shirt as he knew you liked - an attempt to calm you, and in his way, apologize for the necessary disrespectful tone.
You made your way over to the bar, sitting next to each other in the rather uncomfortable high tops. The Mandalorian signaled for two drinks. Sipping from his, he whispered the apology.
“You know I had to say something.”
“I know you won’t be appreciating my tongue any time soon.”
Din leaned in closer to you, if it wasn’t for the helmet, you could have felt his hot breath on your neck.
“That’s fine. I’ll make it up to you with mine.”
You looked up at him before taking a drink to hide your fluster. The effect he had on you was immense and he knew it.
“Mandalorian,” A man approached, his presence alone expressing his distaste. “You made it. Please, come join me, and bring your-“
“slave, working off a debt to me,” Mando finished, a little too enthusiastically for your liking.
Din’s hand brushed your skin again as he lead you to the secluded table set for two.
“I apologize, I did not expect you to be traveling in a pair, but certainly she can-“
“Sit.” The Mandalorian finished his sentence while commanding you by motioning with his hand. You placed yourself across his lap, wrapping your hands around his neck.
“I like the way you think, Mandalorian.”
The man motioned for one of his women to come over. She took similar position to you.
The men talked, but you were focused on another game. Your hand trailed across the areas of his chest not protected with armor. Your fingers found there way to his shirt collar and pulled down slightly to expose the skin of his neck.
“My turn to play,” you whispered, low enough only he could hear you over the bustling establishment. He tensed and gripped your thigh as your lips connected. You left love bites, licking and sucking sensually as you moved along. His grip on your thigh became instantly painful as you began grinding against him, feeling him harden.
“I want you, Mando,” you teased. “I need you to fuck me good.”
Your hand slipped underneath the table, out of sight, and massaged him gently. He grew harder by the moment as you played with him. He dug his hands into your thighs harshly again - a warning you ignored. You reached for his hand and guided it inside of your pants.
“I’m so wet for you, Mando.”
His gloved fingers naturally moved their way around your folds, the harsh fabric hitting your clit in an unexpectedly pleasurable way. You continued to palm him, mimicking his motions.
“I need you so bad,” you moaned. “Please, daddy, fuck me.”
To your surprise and the man across the table, your Mandalorian stood, tossing you over his shoulder with ease.
“Excuse me,” he announced before making his way over to the bathroom of the establishment.
He locked the door behind him and immediately pinned you against the wall.
“Do you think you’re funny?”
“A little,” you replied. “What? Did you not like that?”
“I’m going to show you how much I liked that.”
“Don’t you have more important business to handle than fucking a slave in a bathroom?”
“No.”
He spun you around and pressed your face into the wall roughly. He jerked your pants down and brought himself to his knees. You could hear the clang of his helmet against the floor as he took it off and buried his face into you, his tongue playing with your folds before focusing on sucking your clit.
“You’re going to regret teasing me, little one.”
His hands rubbed your thighs and backside roughly, spreading you apart for easy access. Your moans filled the small space. You reached behind and ran your fingers through his curls, tugging at him as he picked up his pace. Your legs nearly buckled as he ate you like he hadn’t eaten in days.
As his mouth disconnected, you immediately felt the wind down in your stomach and disappointment wave over you. He stood, wrapping his arms around your frame and nuzzling his face in your neck before burying himself deep inside of you. You cried out as he pounded you, the pressure in your stomach building again, but this time harder. You covered your mouth with your hand, trying to silent your moans. He grabbed your hand and pulled it away.
“No, let them hear you. I want everyone to know you’re in here being fucked like the dirty little slut you are.”
His cock filled you harshly until it was pleasantly painful. You could not hold back your moans. His now ungloved hand reached around you to play with your clit, moving in circular motions. Your head fell back against his chest. You no longer cared about who heard you. You cried out as you inched closer and closer to finishing. Your legs began to shake.
“You didn’t think I’d let you come just like that, did you? After all you did out there?”
He pulled out and away from you all at once. You immediately felt the lack of his presence.
“Please,” you begged. “Please let me come. Please, daddy.”
The head of his cock pressed against your folds. He moved slowly, pressing it against your aching clit. You jerked back into him needing more. His hand connected with your ass with a sharp pain.
“Be a good girl now. Don’t you think you need to be punished?”
His hand connected with your ass again, and again, and again until the mere gentle touch of his hand hurt. He brought you away from the wall and moved you into all fours in the middle of the room. He grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled you back into him.
“Now, I want to hear you. If you hold your pretty sounds back, I’ll have to punish you again. Do you understand?”
You nodded as much as your head would allow.
“Yes, sir. Please, I need you.”
He filled you again, spreading you open as he pounded you. He pressed your face against the ground and nailed you so hard you were going numb. You moaned for him, not holding back. Each thrust sent you crying out again. His hand reached around, and played with your sore clit again. Instead of sensual circular motions, this time it was raw back and forth movement. You bucked away from him at the intensity, but he held you in place. You shook under him as you released, your walls clenching around his cock. He buried himself as deep inside of you as he could to fill you with his come. You both rode your orgasms together before he collapsed over you, both of you breathless and sore.
He sat back against the wall of the bathroom, pulling you into his chest. You were careful to keep your gaze down as you rested against him, your skin against the chest armor he was still wearing.
“Maybe next time you’ll think twice before teasing me,” he warned. He kissed your cheek sweetly and then kissed down your jaw. You looked forward, but appreciated the limited beauty you could see out of the corner of your eye, the way his sweaty hair fell into his face. You closed your eyes and turned your face to connect your lips with his. You brought your hands to his cheeks and his curls, taking full advantage of his helmet being removed.
“If it means you fucking me like that, you can call me your slave anytime, and I’ll happily tease you in public.”
He pressed his lips against yours again and you could feel his smile. He pulled your hands away from his face gently, which you knew meant he was returning the helmet.
“You can open your eyes, darling.”
You did. You were unable to suppress the ping of disappointment you felt in your chest as you stared into the blackened screen, but you hid it from him as you always did. You both stood, readjusting your clothing to look presentable again.
“Ready, love?” He asked, unlocking the door.
You walked toward him - or tried to walk toward him, despite the aching pain you felt with each step. His intoxicating laugh filled the room.
“Do you need help?”
“No,” you responded quickly. “Maybe.”
“If they didn’t know you were fucked good before, they will now.”
He picked you up bridal style, your arms wrapping around his neck. As you left the bathroom, you could feel the peering eyes on you and your Mandalorian. You buried your face into his neck, avoiding the stares as best you could.
“Can we please get out of here soon?” You muttered.
“Oh no, this is still part of your punishment, pretty girl. Let them look and imagine all the ways I fucked you.”
You returned to the table, sitting over his lap the same way you had before, but this time you knew better than you play your games.
“So,” the Mandalorian began. “Where were we?”
