|✦|Heat|✦| Din Djarin x Alien Reader
A/N: Wrote this last night as a comfort fic because I’m stressed as hell. Naturally, my idea of a comfort fic is just smut because I’m a fucking slut. Don’t worry, I’ll go back to writing AM fics soon. This contains explicit sexual content. Bonus trivia, I got the idea for an alien in heat traveling with our sexy bucket man from some fella who requested a fic of it on Wattpad. So thanks. More lore on Plumians at the end of this fic. Now, on with the fic.
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You’d been traveling with The Mandalorian for several days now. Normally, the stoic and reserved bounty hunter worked alone, but for this specific job, he needed your expertise.
The bounty he was after was a Plumian, an extremely rare race in the galaxy. Centuries ago, disaster struck their planet, and they’d nearly gone extinct. Scattered across the galaxy, small groups of Plumians created “Plu’ums”. Safe havens only Plumians were able to track down. And you were one of them.
It took a long time for Din to find you, rare as your kind was. At first, you were reluctant to help him capture one of your own, but hearing of the horrific crimes the bounty had committed, you agreed, given that you’d recieve your share of the credits, of course.
And now, you found yourselves on a backwater planet, sitting around a campire, the Mandalorian’s expressionless helmet staring back at you. Well, he could’ve been asleep for all you knew. But he must not have been, for he spoke.
“How exactly do you know where the Plu’um is?“ He asked in that low, gravelly voice of his.
“We leave trails.“ You responded, “Pheromone trails that only other Plumians can detect.“ You explained, preening a feather.
“Interesting.“ He replied gruffly, crossing his arms and leaning back slightly.
“Yeah.“ You muttered in response, a tense, akward silence following.
Eventually, you decided to just try and sleep, curling into a ball and wrapping your feathered tail around yourself.
But everytime you were just drifting off, you felt a tingling, and slight queaziness in your abdomen. You thought that perhaps you’d eaten something wrong, so you tried to induce vomitting, but nothing came out.
The sensation drifted lower and lower, until your core was throbbing, and you realized...
You were in heat.
Each rotation, there was a period of a few days where Plumians went into a heat, of sorts. Where their genitals throbbed and ached, and they were at their most fertile.
Unfortunately for you, the only cure for this heat was the touch of another, as your body could tell when the touch was your own. And if you went untouched, it caused excruciating pain.
Kriff.
Morning came, and the two of you continued following the trail. You desperately tried to ignore the throbbing between your legs that was becoming increasingly more unbearable, an almost burning sensation forming in your genitals.
The pain in the way you walked must have been visible in the way you walked, because Din stopped you, his dark visor looking over you with concern.
“Are you okay?“ He asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Keep going.“ You forced out, though the pain was obvious on your face.
“Fine.“ He shook his head, obviously seeing through your lie.
You kept walking for several more minutes before you collapsed. The pain had become too much, tears running down your scaly face.
“Dank farrik.“ Din cursed, kneeling beside you, “I knew something was wrong with you!“
His gloved hands glided over you, searching for injuries, but his touch only served to increase your arousal, and pain.
“Stop!“ You pleaded, swatting his hands away, “I-It’s a Plumian thing...“ You whimpered hoarsely.
“What is it, for kriff’s sake? Tell me!“ He demanded.
“It’s... my heat.“ You admitted sheepishly, “Once a...“ You winced in pain, “...rotation, I need to be... touched- or, it causes terrible pain.“ You confessed, panting heavily.
“Okay.“ Din said after a moment, “It’s fine. I’ll give you some privacy.“ He stood up.
“No!“ You screeched, “No... it doesn’t work if I touch myself...“ You murmured, “It has to be someone else...“
Din was still for a moment, before he knelt beside you again, removing his gloves.
“W-Wait...“ You said softly, “You don’t have to... it’s okay...“ You assured him, still wincing, “The pain will go away on its own in a few days.“
Din shook his head, “I won’t make you suffer. Please, let me help.“ He asked gently.
You nodded, laying your head down. It hurt so much.
He removed the lower half of your clothing, his hands finding your red and throbbing core.
“Poor thing.“ He murmured, sinking a finger into you.
As soon as he began thrusting the finger, the pain began melting away, slowly being replaced by pleasure.
“Oh...“ You breathed, tears of relief rolling down your cheeks, “Oh, thank you... thank you...“
“Shh...“ He gently pressed a finger against your lips, slipping a second finger into your core, “Don’t worry, mesh’la. I’ll take care of you.“
His fingers arched deliciously within you, his thrusts becoming deeper, and it felt so good, the pain was barely there anymore.
But then, he stopped.
You whined incoherent Plumian noises, grabbing at his hand desperately.
“I’m sorry...“ He grunted, lowering his pants to reveal his throbbing red cock, “I’m hurting now. Can I...?“ He requested hopefully.
“Yes... Kriff, yes.“
That was all he needed. He climbed over you, sinking his thick cock into you and bottoming out before falling into a rythym that was so fast and rough that for some it might have been painful, but for you, it was perfect.
“Kriff- I’m gonna come.“ He groaned, “I-Is it okay if I come inside you?“
You nodded, feeling yourself also reaching your peak, “I- I don’t think a human can get me pregnant anyway- kriff!“
He sank as deep as he could go, spilling his seed into you right as you came, copious amounts of fluid pouring out of you.
He grunted as he pulled out of you, flopping down beside you and pulling you into his arms.
“Feel better, mesh’la?“ He asked groggily.
“Mhm...“ You responded before you both fell asleep like that
A few hours later you both awoke, putting your clothes back on, an uncomfortable silence in the air.
“Let’s never speak of that again.“ He ordered.
You nodded, “Yeah.“
But you couldn’t help but want to. You wanted to do it again. Because you decided it then...
Human cock beats Plumian cock anyday.
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A bit of lore. I came up with Plumians specifically for this fic lol. I imagine them as being humanoids with scaly skin and patches of feathers scattered across their body. Mainly their upper and lower arms, the sides of their heads necks. They have hair but it’s more akin to fur in texture and the base of their head is still feathery. I have a headcanon that all the humanoids in the galaxy are actually descended from humans and were modified by a Qu-like race of aliens, but that’s a discussion for a different day.
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