Imprisoned With A Faceless Man
Din and reader are trapped in a prison cell together, what leads them to have sex. Kinda inspired by 'Prison Sex' by Tool.
warnings: afab!reader, porn with plot, piv, unprotected sex, the helmet stays on, prison, first part of a series. english isn’t my first language! 2.6k words
an: Hi! This is the first part of a series I’m writing. There are no mention of reader being a jedi here, but it will be importent in the future. I hope you enjoy!
You set up, giving up on sleep. You've been trapped in this place, some kind of a prison cell for a while, you're not sure for how long. Four days had passed since you woke up. You weren't sure for how long you've been passed out.
You could barely sleep. The bed was to uncomfortable, the fluorescent lights never went out, only got dimmer once in a while. The food was terrible, slice of old bread with something that smells bad on top of it, that was brought to you once every few hours. It was also vary lonely. The only person you talked with, more like the only person that said something to you was a guard, telling you every so often that tomorrow the boss will decide what to do with you. That tomorrow never came, and you still had no clue who 'The Boss' was.
You got up from the bed and walked to the small sink that was in the corner of the room. You stared at your reflection in the mirror for a few minutes, and walked back towards the bed. A bunk bed. It made you wonder, will they bring another person, prisoner, here?
You laid on the bed, that felt more like a plank of steel then a bed, and got back to the only thing you could do in this small room: wondering how you ended up here.
You were in a port, your ship was being refueled by one of the workers there and you were going to get something. You can't remember what you were supposed to get. It was probably not something important. If it was important you would've remember it. On the way to get that thing someone attacked you and you tried to fight back but they made you pass out. Then you were in this place.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening. You thought it was 'The Boss' that the guard always talked about, that he finally decided what he was going to do with you. You set on the bed, and realized that this was probably not the boss. Two guards entered the room, carrying a passed out person.
"Move." One of the guards spat at you.
You got up from the bed, and the put the Mandalorian on it. The guards exited the room without another word.
Great you thought. Now you had to share this tiny room with another person. The lights dimmed, meaning it was night. Probably. You weren't really sure. You climbed to the top bunk, since the bottom one was occupied by the passed out mandalorian. For the first time since you woke up in this place, you fell asleep.
You woke up to the sound of heavy boots. You looked down from the bed and saw that the Mandalorian was up.
The Mandalorian turned his head toward you. You set up on the bed and rubbed your eyes.
"You hadn't been passed out for vary long. The lights dimmed just after they brought you here. I guess only a few hours passed." You said.
He continued looking at you as you climbed down from the bed.
"Make yourself at home, you're gonna be here for a while." You told him.
"At least im here for a while."
The Mandalorian didn't respond to you. You walked to the sink and washed your face. Then you set on the floor of the cell, you felt the cold of the metal through your pants. The mandalorian set on the bed.
"What is this place?" The Mandalorian asked you after a while.
"Some kind of prison" You answered.
The Mandalorian laid on the bed. You looked at him, he didn't acknowledge you. You set in silence for a while. Then the lights got bright. The brightness made your head heart. The silence continued for a while. Until you broke it.
"Whats your name?" You ask him.
He didn't answer your question. The only thing that could be heard was his steady breathing.
"Look, we're gonna be stuck here together for a while, we might as well get to know each other a bit" you tell.
The breathing continues. Then he answers you.
"Wow how original"You respond.
"Whats your name?" He asks.
You tell him your name, and he repeats it.
"That's a good name" He says.
After a while of silence, mando sits up on the bed and looks at you. You look back at him.
"Have you ever taken that off?" You ask, pointing at his helmet.
"In front of someone, i mean."
And the silence continues.
He's laid down, his hands beneath his head, you sat on the floor, staring at him. Your stares don't go unnoticed.
"Stop staring." He commands.
You don't respond, your eyes stay on him. You don't want to take your eyes of this mysterious man your trapped here with. Partially because you want to find more about him, if he won't tell you anything his actions might speak for him, and partially because you knew it was wrong to want a man you just met, a man you knew nothing about, a man you were stuck in a prison cell with. But you still wanted it.
"Stop staring" He repeats.
You're eyes stay in place, too deep in thought for your mind to register his words. You think about your past, about the thing you were supposed to get in the station, about this faceless man that has been driving you insane for three days. What was the thing you needed to pick up, what was it, what was it, remember, try to remember, was it important?
Your thoughts were interrupted by a boot touching your leg. You look up and see Mando looking down at you.
"You have a staring problem" He says.
You stand up, and take the food that was placed near the door. you give him one plate and sit on the floor to eat. The food is still gross, but you'd rather not starve to death, so you eat it. He lays back on the bed, putting the plate on the floor.
"Do you eat?" You ask him. "I've never seen you eat"
"I eat when you don't look, so you won't see my face" He answers.
You eat and he laid on the bed in compleat silence, he was so quite you almost thought he fell asleep. The sound of his breathing was the only indication he was still alive. Then he broke the quite.
"What did you do to end up here?"
"I don't remember," You respond. "I needed to take something, then someone attacked me. I fought them but they made me pass out somehow."
"What were you trying to get, did you steal?" He questioned you.
"I don't remember." You respond. "What did you do to end up here?"
"Hunted the wrong person" He responds.
Your eyes left your plate and went to him, observing the way his body was laid on the bed, one of his legs was bent while the other wasn't, his arms on his chest plate, his helmet pointed at the ceiling.
"Don't start staring again, [name]" He said.
You hum in response, eyes still on him. He shakes his head, a sound that resembles a chuckle comes from his helmet.
"Whats your name" You ask him.
"That's not your real name"
"That's the name you'll get, [name]"
The way he said your name made your core wet. You squeeze your thighs together, hoping he wouldn't notice. He dose. He smiles under his helmet, a chuckle leaving his lips. Din sits up on the bed, looking at you. Your gaze returns to your plate. You finish eating while he just sits there, looking at you.
"You're staring" You state.
You got up from the cold floor, put the plate back where you took it and washed your hands.
"I know," He said. "You can't really complain about staring, dear."
His voice was flat, almost too flat. Your breath hitched. Dear? you thought he called me dear? Your thoughts were cut but the sound of the Mandalorian standing up, the sound of his metal boots hitting the floor as he walked. You turned around, facing him. He was close so you, it was almost intoxicating. Yet you wanted him closer. You wanted him close enough so you could feel him, smell him, taste him.
He took one more step foreword, so your bodies were almost touching. You looked up into the T shaped visor of his helmet, and you could tell that he was looking at you. His hand reached up to your face, thumb lightly grazing your cheek. Your eyes closed, head leaning into his gloved hand.
"You're so pretty" Din said quietly.
Your eyes opened, your hands gripped his wrist. You took his gloved hand oof your cheek, putting it against your mouth, kissing it.
"You've been driving me insane past these days" You mumbled against his palm.
"May I?" you asked, tugging at his glove.
He nodded, and you took it off. You kissed his hand, and he closed the remaining distance between you. You felt the cold of the chest plate of his armor, yet he felt so warm, so close. His hand left your mouth, trailing down your body. You felt it brush against your chin, your neck, and slowly trailed down lower and lower, until it got to your chest. He left his hand there for a little longer, thumb brushing against your boob.
"I wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you" He said, thumb brushing against your boob. Then he stepped back, taking off his other glove.
"Please do" You tell him.
You can hear him chuckling under his helmet. He looked at you, his head slightly tilted. He threw his gloves at the floor, and walked back to you. his hands found your waist and rested there.
"Yeah? You want me to fuck you?" He asked teasingly.
You pressed your body to his, your hands found his neck and pulled him close.
"Yeah" You answered, your mouth slightly brushing his helmet at you spoke.
"May I?" Din asked, tugging at you top. He pulled the shirt off of you when you nodded, gazing at your body, at the bra on your chest.
"Go lay on the bed"Din commended.
"Yes sir" You replied with a chuckled, and did as he asked.
Din started taking off his armor, eyes never leaving your beautiful body, laid on the bed, waiting for him.
"Take of your pants" He said, and so you did.
He took of his armor slowly and methodically, with no rush. You laid on the bed, with only your bra and panties, looking at him taking of his armor. When he was left with only his flightsuit on, he walked towards the bed.
"You're gorgeous" He said, standing at the foot of the bed, taking off his flightsuit slowly, teasingly.
After what felt like ages he was finely done. Din claimed on the bed, crawling over sprawled body. One of his hand made it's way up to your face, grazing over your cheek. His other hand went down to your leg, gripping your thigh.
"Please I need you" You begged.
"Yeah?" He asked, hand leaving your thigh, moving slowly towards your wet core.
A gasp left your lips when his fingers finely touched your clothed cunt, your eyes rolled back.
"So wet" He said, his helmet against your ear.
His fingers drew circles on your panties, his other hand left your face and unclipped your bra, removing it.
"Please, need to feel you inside of me" You said against his helmet.
He moved your panties aside, his fingers finally making contact with your cunt. He pushed one finger into you, a moan leaving your lips. His finger started to move inside of you, causing sweet sounds to leave your lips. Din chuckled at the sight of you so unraveled by only one finger, and added another finger into you.
You gripped his back, feeling a tight knot forming at your stomach. Your eyes were closed, a soft moan leaving your lips every time his fingers his the sweet spot inside of you. His fingers moved slowly, like everything he did, but they made you feel so goo so fast.
"I'm so fuck- close" You said, the knot in your stomach feels like it might come undone every second.
His words made you came undone. You were panting, din pulled his fingers out of you, making a sigh escape your lips. He pulled your soaked panties off and set up over you.
He took off his underwear, and laid on top of you. He pushed your legs open, your hands gripped his shoulders
"Ready?" He asked, lining himself with your entrance.
He slowly pushed into you, a groan leaving his lips.
"So tight, fuck- so wet" He said.
After a moment he started moving in and out of you, making a moan fall from your mouth every time he hit your spot, nails digging into his back. Din moved slow, so slow it was driving you insane.
"Please, faster" You begged.
He was so big, he was driving into you so good, you were barley able to think.
Din accepted your request, and started moving faster, harder. But he was still in control of his moves. The way he hit your sweet spot with every thrust, made you get to the edge in no time.
"M'close" You mumbled, barely able to speak.
"Hmm, you feel so good" He replied, head in the crook of your neck, picking up the pace of his thrusts.
"Wha-" You cried at the emptiness.
"Turn around, dear" He commended.
You laid on your stomach, one of his hands was on your hip, the other on your upper back. He pulled your hips up, his hand pressing down on your back, keeping your face buried in the pillow.
"You're so pretty like this, so helpless" He said, lining himself up with your entrance.
He pushed into you, a moan leaving your lips at the stretch. He started moving, faster then before. You could tell he was beginning to lose control, that he was close. His hands held your hips in place while he thrusted into you, fast and hard"
"I'm so fuck-close, you gonna cum for me?" He asked.
You nodded, moaning into the pillow as he hit you just perfectly. Every thrust made your cunt tighten around him, what made groans fall from his lips.
After a few more thrust you tightened around him, and came undone with a scream, that was muffled by the pillow. He continued fucking you threw your orgasm.
"You sound shit so pretty" He said.
Din was out of breath and he was so so close.
He gave a few hard thrusts into you then he pulled out, releasing hot seed on your back.
He collapsed next to you, more like on you because the bed was too small. After he caught his breath he got up and went to the small bathroom, getting some toilet paper to clean you up. After he cleaned you and himself, he returned with a glass of water. Din set at the edge of the bed, handing you the glass. you set up and took a sip.
"Sleep here. I'll sleep on the top bunk." He said.
"Or you can sleep here with me" You replied.
You laid on your side, Din laid behind you, hugging you.
"I'll be back in a second" Din whispered into your ear, but you were already asleep.
