Mando Returns
A/N: Okay so this was inspired by episode 5 of TBOBF because gotdamn were we blessed with that episode alone. I’m not too sure where I’m going with this storyline/plot, if I’m gonna go anywhere with it at all. It won’t quite follow the canon story, but it’ll share some themes. I guess it all depends on if y’all lovely readers want more to the story. Just let me know! 🥰
Word count: 6.2k+ (I may have gotten a liiiiittle carried away…)
Characters/Pairing: Din Djarin x f!Reader, Peli and her droids
Warnings: smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected PIV sex, creampie, Din slapping the reader’s lower lips twice, excessive use of the word cunt (since one of my lovely besties on here hates the P word lol), possessive Din, mentions of previous one night stands, extremely rough Din like…takes the reader to pound town rough, swear words, etc (I apologize if I missed anything drastic. If so, let me know and I’ll add it to the warnings.)
Summary: The Mandalorian you know very well as Mando makes a surprise visit to Tatooine to check up on the ship Peli Motto promised she’d get built for him, and neither you nor Mando anticipate the outcome of what his unsuspected visit would bring. (Sadly this is the best I got for a summary. 😩😭)
“Uuuugh! That is not the part I asked for!” Peli throws her hands up after tossing the incorrect part aside that was given by one of her working droids, giving her head a shake as she lets out an exasperated sigh. “What’s the point of having you around if you don’t know what I’m looking for?!”
You laugh softly at Peli’s ranting and walk over holding out the correct part to the N1 Starfighter she was asking the droid to look for. “You know how that makes you sound, right?” You smile as Peli takes the part with an appreciative nod.
“What? My droid not knowing what I’m looking for? I clearly gave it a detailed description of what I need! I don’t know what’s so hard to understand about what I said!” She shrugs her shoulders defeatedly, shaking her head as she starts putting the part into place. “Good thing I’ve got you around.”
“Yeah. Good thing, right?” You smirk as you start walking out of the garage where you’re currently working on the ship. “Gotta go use the can. B R B.”
“Don’t be too long! Only one of these droids knows what it’s doing!”
You laugh out as you start walking to the main shop area, overhearing Peli make a remark about how she’s not wrong about her comment to the droids. You round the corner with a shake of your head, only to walk straight into a wall of beskar.
Mando.
You look up at the armored man before you, grin immediately erupting on your features at the sight of him. “Mando! You’re back!” You study him as he stands before you, noticing one little missing detail about him.
“I am. In need of that replacement ship Peli promised.”
“Well lucky for you, she’s currently in the middle of working on it. The droids are no help, though...” You trail off for a moment before dropping your gaze to his side where he usually keeps his adorable companion. “Where’s the little green munchkin?”
“He’s with his own kind now. A Jedi Knight found him after Grogu reached out to him through The Force. He’s safe now and that’s all that matters.”
“Grogu?” You tilt your head with a quirked brow as you look back up at Mando, only to earn a chuckle from him in return.
“That’s his name. Another Jedi told me. You know, they’re...they’re not as bad as the stories make them out to be.”
“Yeah, they’re really not.” You smile, nonetheless letting out a sigh. “I’m sorry you had to give Grogu up so soon. I know he’s probably safer now, of course. You know, learning his Jedi stuff, but… I could see how much he meant to you. The impact he had on you, how protective of him you were and I’m sure still are. You care about him.”
“I do… A lot.” Mando’s modulated voice is soft and filled with a hint of adoration, a clear sign to you that this stone hard Mandalorian does have a soft side.
“I hope you get to see him again some day.” You smile at him, cheeks going hot as he steps a little closer to you.
“I plan on it. I love that kid more than you could possibly imagine.”
“I know. I see it in your body language, and can hear it in your tone of voice even through the modulator of your helmet. There were times where I could just tell you were looking at him with adoration. Couldn’t see your face, obviously, but the way your helmet was tilted downward and how loose your shoulders were, I could tell. Anyone else you look at, your shoulders are squared. Kinda like they are now.” You smile again, this time reaching to rest your hand against the side of his helmet as though to cup his face. “You’re a good father, Mando.”
“Din.”
“What?” You furrow your brows, unsure as to what he’s saying.
“My name is Din. But don’t tell Peli that. I don’t need her running around yelling my name. We’ll let her keep referring to me as Mando.”
“Your secret is safe with me.” You giggle, retracting your hand from his helmet now. You cannot believe that he just gave you his name. His name. One of the most personal things about him.
“I know. It’s why I entrust you with knowing it. You’re...you’re a good person.”
“And Peli isn’t?” You laugh.
“Well yes she is, but she’s loud.”
“Touchè.” You chuckle, giving your head a small shake. “You’re not wrong there at all. Should have heard her five minutes ago. Anyway, let’s go check in on her and make sure the droids aren’t driving her nuts.”
“Good idea.” He chuckles, following you toward the garage area.
“So how’s the bounty hunting going?”
“It’s not.”
“No?” You frown. “Slow work?”
“I am no longer a Mandalorian, according to the Armorer. Taking my helmet off to get Grogu back from Moff Giddeon broke the creed.” The pain in Din’s words are evident and it’s clear to you that this news he shared hurts him to the core. You stop walking and turn to look up at him, a soft look of empathy in your gaze.
“You know there are other Mandalorian creeds out there that don’t follow that rule, right? You don’t think any of them will take you in?”
“I don’t want to be part of their creeds. I don’t belong with them.”
“Then start your own. What’s stopping you from doing so?” Your curious. He has the biggest opportunity to start his own creed, but something is holding him back.
“Well not knowing where to find others willing to join the Mandalorian religion for one.” He states it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“Well...what if I joined you for starters? I mean...if you’re willing to teach me The Way.” You wish you could see his face, to see the true and genuine reaction on his face to that question. Was he expecting it? Not expecting it?
“There’s a lot to learn to become a Mandalorian. It’s a long road to travel down.” He warns.
“And I’m willing to do anything for you. Learning and training hard to be a Mandalorian being one.”
“Y/N… I can’t ask you to take such a risk like this.” He sighs, the worry evident even through the modulator. “It’s a dangerous life.”
“You’re not asking. I’m telling you. I know the dangers that come with becoming a Mandalorian, that’s why I’m asking the best of the best to train me. I know you can teach me the best ways to defend myself. Be my teacher, Din...”
He’s silent for a few long moments, contemplating your offer and all the pros it can bring to the table.
“You don’t have to give me an answer now. I want to give you the time to think it all over, weigh the possibilities. I’m not trying to rush you into deciding on something you may not want to do in the end. But just know...I’m here, always; and willing to do absolutely anything for you.”
Din stays silent again, thinking everything over. Your offer, your telling him to take the time to think it over, your genuine determination in becoming a Mandalorian just so you can help him on his path; and the more he stands there thinking about it, the more he starts to like the idea.
He’s gonna respect your wish to take his time in thinking it over,though. Maybe time is what he needs to get everything figured out in starting his own creed. Now that he’s clearly destined to yield the Dark Saber since Paz was unsuccessful in his attempt at a duel, maybe it’s what he needs to start his own creed. His own Way.
“Another thing to consider…” You pause for a moment, inhaling a deep breath before slowly letting it out. He might not like what you have to say. “Perhaps you don’t always have to don the helmet. For business purposes obviously, but for--”
“Pleasure purposes?” He questions his assumption in a teasing tone, loving the follow up reaction it gets out of you.
“What? N-no that’s not what...what I was…” You’re flustered now. Very flustered. “I mean if you’re willing to take it off for that reason then props to the lucky woman who gets to experience that, but… I was more talking about taking it off around people you trust. People you know won’t admit publicly that they’ve seen your face.” You bite your lip, gazing up at the expressionless visor in front of you.
“Is that really what you were gonna say?” He smirks behind the helmet, taking the final step closer to you that’ll really close the space between the two of you. “Because your flushed face and flustered demeanor say otherwise.”
“Maybe I just wasn’t expecting you to bring up...pleasure when it comes to removing your helmet.”
“I’m willing to try if you’re willing to experience it.”
You can hear the smirk in his tone and it only makes your heart start to race like a horse. Is he being serious? Or is he just having fun teasing you? Does he know about your long running and probably endless crush on him? Maker, you hope not if it means he’ll mercilessly tease you over it. No way you’ll live with that embarrassment.
“Y/N.” His stern voice of your name snaps you back to reality, but his followed silence only makes your anxiety start to crawl.
“Din?” You finally whisper, eyes scanning over the upper T-line of his visor. You love to stare into it despite knowing you’re only going to see your own reflection, but there’s just something about trying to find his gaze beneath it that excites you.
“Where can we go that’s more...private, so we can talk?” He’s being serious. He wants to be out of sight of anyone but you.
“Uhmmm my room where I stay with Peli. There’s a lock on the door.”
“Good. Take me there.” He states as he starts leading you away from your original destination, keeping his hand at the small of your back while he follows you along to the room that you work for Peli to live in.
Once inside your room and the door is securely shut and locked behind the two of you, Din wastes no time in tugging off his helmet and dropping it onto a small chair nearby, no longer caring about the rule he used to live by.
“Din…” You breathe in amazed shock, taking the last few steps between you both toward where he’s standing and reaching to gently cup his face in your hands. “Mesh’la.” You whisper one of the few Mando’a phrases you know as you smile up at him and before you can say another word, Din has his lips attached to yours for a deep kiss.
The kiss is sloppy, of course, considering he’s never kissed anyone before you, but it’s fueled by pure desire and he isn’t going to stop kissing you until both your lungs give out and he’s an experienced kisser by the end of it.
Your arms immediately wrap around his neck so you can card your fingers through his hair, a pleasant groan passing your lips as your fingers get lost in a sea of curls. He had let his hair grow a bit longer than usual recently, not that you know that fact, but it’s clear to him that you’re loving the curls he decided to let grow out.
Grabbing you by the waist, Din tugs you along taking a few steps backward until his legs hit the edge of your bed where he immediately sits down and guides you to straddle his armored lap, all while keeping your lips attached. “Y/N…” He groans into the kiss, hands moving to grip the swell of your ass so he can pull you flush against him.
“Mmhmmm?” You hum, not wanting to stop kissing him since you’ve wanted to for so long. He’s already getting the hang of it and you’re enjoying every second. You cup his face now, smiling as he hums deeply in response.
“I…” He trails off, pulling back from the kiss after a moment of silence and staring directly into your eyes as he speaks in a deeper tone. “Take your clothes off.” He leans his face less than an inch from your own, tone serious with every word. “Or I will.”
Your jaw falls at his demand, panties suddenly flooded with arousal at the mere seriousness in his tone. He wants this. He really wants this. He wants you to take off your clothes and expose yourself to him, something you’re keen on fantasizing about.
Maker, do you want it too. Without a second thought nor another verbal demand from Din, you’re off his lap in seconds to start tearing the clothes from your body. You’ve only ever dreamed about being in Din’s presence in all your glory, now you’re literally stripping for him because he told you to.
To be quite honest, you really wouldn’t mind Din taking your clothes off himself if you hadn’t complied, but you want to show him that you can very well listen to any order thrown your way. Especially from him.
Din watches as you peel every piece of clothing from your body and by the time you’re standing before him absolutely bare, he’s rock hard in his slacks. “Mesh’la…” He groans softly as his own two eyes take in every inch of your form, a smirk growing across his lips when he notices how flushed you’ve become beneath his unvisored gaze. “Come here.” He motions you to him with a crook of his finger, eyes darkening as he meets your gaze once more.
You do right as told, hastily making your way back onto Din’s lap where you let out a content sigh at the press of your warm skin against the cold beskar plates protecting his thighs. Your hands find a resting place on his chest plate, eyes still glued to his lust blown ones as you give your lashes a bat. “Like what you see?”
“Love.” He clarifies with a flick of his gaze down to your breasts, a gloved hand moving to cup one of them. “Exquisite little thing you are, aren’t you?” He muses in a husky tone, another gloved hand coming up to grip and squeeze your other breast.
“You can...can take the gloves off if you want.” You gasp out as you arch into the touch of his leather clad hand, earning his gaze once more and this time with pupils so big you could swear they are literal black holes opening up right there in his skull. “I want you to feel me, Din… Really feel me.”
The gloves are off in the blink of an eye and as soon as they’re disposed of on the floor, Din has his hands right back on your breasts. The groan that leaves his throat at the supple feel of your breasts with his bare hands has arousal coursing right through to your core and it’s not long until you’re letting out a groan of your own when his mouth attaches to one of your nipples.
“Oh Din.” You moan at the sensations his mouth and tongue bring you, back arched as one of your hands moves to tangle through his growing curls. “Kriff, that feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
“Mmmm.” He hums around your nipple, giving it a few more suckles before nipping gently and swirling his tongue in circles around it. “Won’t stop, Cyar’ika. Love the sounds you’re making for me.”
You let out a shaky sigh at his actions, fingers fisting in his hair and giving a small tug. “M-Maker, how did I get so lucky?” You moan as his hand squeezes hard at your left breast while his mouth still works on nipping and sucking the nipple of the other. He really knows how to use his mouth despite never using it like this before.
“That makes two of us.” He growls, moving his mouth to your neck now where he starts nipping and sucking at your pulse point, eliciting a deep satisfied groan from you that goes straight to his cock. He bites a little harder this time, this time along the curve of your neck that meets your shoulder and it rips an even louder sound of pleasure from your throat. “Yeah you like that, huh Cyar’ika?”
“Ohhh yes.” You moan and attack him with another kiss, this time with a force that’ll be sure to take him by surprise. Your fingers are fisted in his hair in a desperate attempt to keep his lips pressed against your own and when he lets out an approving groan, you give his dark chocolate locks a pull. “Please, Din.”
“Please what?” He mumbles into the kiss, hands now caressing and squeezing every inch of your body that he can reach in your current position on his lap. He’s highly anticipating what you have to say next.
“I need you. Please, Din, I need you inside me. ’m so wet for you.” You whimper as you give yourself a rock against his straining length, earning a deep grunt from him in response when he feels your slick dampening his pants. He doesn’t say anything at first, only gives you a mischievous smirk before surprising you by flipping your positions and pinning you down to your bed.
His legs are positioned on either side of your thighs while his hands hold your own above your head, armored body pressed so tight and consuming on top of your naked one that it in itself gets your juices flowing. “In due time.” He muses with a smirk as he leans in to just barely brush his lips against your own. “I have other things in mind before I stuff my cock inside you, Cyare.”
His tone sends shivers along your spine and you know the only thing you can do is lay there and take what he has to give for the moment because even with the helmet removed he’s still clearly and bravely in charge. Showing his face to you doesn’t take away the confidence he holds while wearing it.
Din stares at your face for several moments, taking in every inch of it with his own eyes before he has to inevitably put the helmet back on. Lucky for both of you, that won’t be for a little while. “You’re so beautiful.” He sighs as he reaches one of his hands up to cup your cheek, thumb gently brushing along your cheekbone.
“Thank you, Din...” You whisper as you gaze back at him, cheeks growing hotter by the minute. You can still barely believe that this is happening to you. Part of you is afraid you’re actually dreaming and are going to wake up before the best part even happens. Luckily this isn’t a dream. “And you are the most handsome man in all of existence.”
Those words alone have him grinning and before you know it, his lips are attached to yours for a heated kiss. It lasts for roughly ten seconds before he starts leaving a trail of kisses along your jawline and toward the lobe of your ear where he nips lightly. “Maker, you are perfect. Everything I’ve ever wanted.”
He starts kissing down your neck now, earning himself soft moans as he makes his way along your collarbone, leaving light nips and sucks in the wake of his kisses. His hands roam down your body in an almost featherlight touch, fingertips squeezing at your hips and thighs as his hands pass along.
He pauses when a hand finds its way to your dripping folds, a deep groan of satisfaction escaping his throat as he gives a few circular rubs. “You’re dripping.” He states, leaning back to drop his gaze to your glistening cunt. “Kriff. This is all because of me...”
“Mmhmm.” You bite your lip with a soft whimper, your own gaze dropping to where his thumb starts circling your clit. “Kriff, I’ve wanted this for so long.” You admit with a content sigh, hips rocking to meet his rubs to your bundle of nerves.
That earns her a light slap to your folds and a warning growl from deep within Din’s throat. “Keep still. I’m in control here.” He continues his rubbing motions, eyes set on his intended target as he gives his lips a moistening lick. “I’m gonna have a sample of this juicy little fruit of yours and you are not going to cum on my tongue. Understand?”
“Yes sir.” You whimper, giving your lip another bite as you watch as a wide smirk steals his steel features.
“Sir… I like that. A lot.” He chuckles darkly before shoving two fingers right inside of you without warning, scissoring them a few times and pushing them as deep as he can possibly get them. He grins wickedly when his actions elicit a louder moan from your throat, the sound alone making his cock throb painfully beneath the fabric of his pants.
He’s desperate himself to be inside of you, but he’s clinging on to what little patience he has left so he can make you feel good while he preps you for the surprise he has coming. Suffice to say, he’s a couple inches short of having a ruler in his pants. A nice thick one. One that has the potential to split your poor unsuspecting cunt right open.
Din shifts down on his knees so he can level his face with your awaiting cunt, fingers scissoring inside you a few more times before he adds a third beside them. He hums as he listens to the sounds of your pleasure, proud of the fact that he’s the one making you feel this good. “You like that, Cyar’ika?”
“Mmmm yeah…”
“Yeah? Well you’re gonna love this.” He smirks and leans in to flick his tongue against your clit, giving it a few laps before sucking it into his mouth and drawing out multiple elongated moans from you. His fingers continue to thrust in and out of you while simultaneously giving them a few curls against your spongy walls, another hum rumbling through his chest when you give a squeeze around them.
“Mmm that’s gonna feel real nice when you do it to my cock.” He grunts as he grinds himself against your bed, in dire need of the friction. Your whimpered “Then fuck me, Din. Please.” makes him smirk and he gives your clit one more flick of his tongue before he yanks his fingers from inside you and uses both of his hands to firmly grip your thighs. “I told you I wanted to have a taste first.”
He doesn’t say another word, just dives right in and starts licking at your cunt with a flattened tongue, guttural moans leaving his throat when he finally gets a good taste of you. His fingers dig into your thighs as he spreads them a little wider apart, lapping up all the juices soaking your folds before darting his tongue inside you and swirling it around with fervor.
The moans that leave your throat from his feasting prompts him to shove his tongue in even further, hands yanking you downward so that he’s practically suffocating against your folds. This entire position has him in a pure state of euphoria and it’s one he plans on experiencing as often as he can.
He hasn’t mentioned it yet, but Din has wanted you for quite some time himself. There’s just something about your personality that draws him to you like the strongest of magnets. You’re smart, caring, understanding, were always so good with Grogu when he was around, but most notedly it’s your strength and determination that catches his eye the most.
He may not admit it aloud, but he wasn’t quite planning on taking you to bed when he arrived on Tatooine. He initially came for the ship. It’s everything you said during your earlier conversation that flipped a switch inside him and made him realize he really wanted to show you everything about him. Not only have you earned it, but he also sees himself making you his riduur down the road, which would grant you the viewing of his face anyway. And since he’s technically no longer part of a creed, he doesn’t exactly feel the desire to follow the rules when it comes to you.
It was the moment your lips first met, though, that Din knew he needed to have all of you; and it’s your willingness to do anything for him that made it so easy to get to this point. You got naked for him without hesitation when he told you to take off your clothes and he absolutely loved it.
Your sudden tug on his curls has him groaning against your folds, his gaze snapping up to meet your blissed out one while he continues fucking you with his tongue. His nose nuzzles against your clit as he gives his head a few shakes from side to side, smirking when it elicits a loud cry of his name which only prompts him to do it again.
“Mmmm kriff, just like that!” You tug some more on his hair, hips slowly rocking against his face and tongue. “H-how are you so good at this?” You moan your genuine question, really wondering how a man like him who’s never supposed to take his helmet off knows how to devour a woman this well.
Din smirks again, retracting his tongue from inside you and giving your clit a nice hard suck before pressing a gentle kiss to your still spread open cunt. “As soon as my tongue lapped at those mouth watering juices, I lost all sense of self control. Kriff, you just taste so divine I had to let my natural instincts take over.”
He moves to start kissing his way back up your body, earning himself soft sighs from your lips along the way and he stops his movements just before he’s reached them. His hands move to cup your face and he pulls back to gaze down at you for a moment with a warm smile before crashing his lips against yours and kissing you with fiery passion.
You moan when you taste yourself on his tongue, fingers fisting in his hair as you return his kiss with the same amount of passion. Your cunt throbs with need, so you do what any woman would do in this situation and lift your knee up to rub against his straining cock. “Please, Din…”
That little action is all it takes for Din to let go of your face and drop his hands to start freeing himself from his confinements, grunting as he grips his throbbing cock in his hand and pulls it completely out of its clothed prison. A relieved groan erupts from his throat when he can finally give his length a few strokes, having desperately needed that friction since the moment you stood bare before him.
“Cyar’ika…” He moans as he takes in every inch of your exposed skin, hand pumping a little faster when they land on your beckoning folds. His free hand grips onto one of your thighs, getting a firm hold on it so he can reposition himself closer to where you both desperately want him to be. “Are you ready, Mesh’la?”
“Mmmmm I’ve been ready, sir.” You murmur almost seductively, biting your lip when his gaze meets yours once again and giving your lashes a few bats. “I’m all yours to take, Din.”
“Yeah, you are.” He agrees with an almost wicked grin, staring you in the face as he gives your cunt a mild slap with his cock before notching his precum covered tip at your entrance. “All mine.” He growls as he forces his hips forward in one fluid thrust, both hands now gripping onto your thighs as he begins to bottom out inside you. “Kriff, you’re so tight.”
“O-oh my-- Din!” You nearly sob out at how quick he stretches and fills you, head thrown back as your eyes start to roll into your skull. “M-Maker you’re so…kriffing big. Mmmm I feel so full, sir.” You whimper softly, moving your hands to grasp at the fabric of his sleeves as your walls adjust to the splitting size of his length.
“Look at me.” He demands, waiting for you to do as told and face your eyes forward again. When you do, he looks at you with a stern gaze. “I’m not moving until you tell me you are ready to take me. Because the moment you are, I’m not holding back.”
You swallow hard at his warning, your whole body suddenly feeling as though it’s been ignited in flames. You’re already confident that you’re ready, but the question is whether your poor tight little cunt is ready. Well, you’re about to find out. Taking a deep breath, you give your head a nod and reach to gently cup his cheek. “I’m ready for you, sir… Give me everything you’ve got.”
The grin that takes over Din’s features is almost cheshire cat-like, and the huff that escapes his lips seconds later is filled with a devious amusement. “You’re gonna regret those choice of words.” He doesn’t even let you get a word out before he’s quickly retracting his hips and slamming right back in, sending his cock right up against your cervix.
The choked scream that erupts from your throat is like music to his ears and he lets out an almost animalistic growl as he starts driving in and out of you with intent force. “I’m gonna wreck you. I’m gonna show you just how it’s going to be when you’re with the King of Mandalore.” He hasn’t mentioned that fact to you yet and with the way your eyes widen, he knows you weren’t expecting it. “Oh Cyar’ika, you have no idea who’s claiming this perfect little cunt, do you?”
“Ohhhh Maker! That’s kriffing hotter than the Tatooine suns, kriff!” You lean up to steal a quick, hard kiss and your fingers once again find themselves buried in his hair as your legs wrap themselves tight around his waist. Oh this is perfect, absolutely perfect. You have never been fucked like this in your life and you’ve had your fair share of drunken one night stands. “Break me, King of Mandalore.”
Din groans loudly at your request, one of his hands darting up to grab ahold of your chin as he kisses you with all teeth and tongue. He swallows your moans while he continues pounding up into the most delicious of spots inside you, your words echoing in his mind. Break me, King of Mandalore. He could really get used to that.
“You are mine... All mine. You belong to the King of Mandalore now, Cyar’ika.” He growls, moving his hand from your jaw down to your throat to get a firm hold on it. “I wanna hear you say it.”
“I’m yours, Din! O-only yours! No one will e-ever have me the w-way you do!” You moan out your words the best you can with his hand wrapped around your throat, your heavily lidded eyes locked on his dark yet concentrated ones. “K-kriff, I’m yours! Only want you!”
“You’re damn kriffing right.” He grunts as he gives your throat a hard squeeze, hips repeatedly snapping back and forth to coax you toward your orgasm. And oh how quick it’s beginning to build up, which he is very aware of judging by the way your walls start clamping down around him. “Are you close, Cyar’ika? Are you going to cum for your future King?”
“Oh my Maker, yes!”
“Good girl. Now hold on tight because I’m going to make you see a whole new vision of stars.” He immediately starts ramping up his pace, hand still holding your throat while the other keeps a bruising grip on your waist. He takes this moment to truly observe while you take his entire length inside you, the way your head is tilted back yet your gaze stays set on his; and those moans, oh how beautiful they sound to his ears. This is all for him.
“Look at you...taking me so well. It’s as though I were meant to fit inside you in the exact right way. No one’s ever made you feel this good before, have they?” He chuckles darkly, giving his head a few mock disappointed shakes. “Oh no, no. Nothing will ever compare to me, isn’t that right?”
“Hnnng n-no. Only want you, sir.” You bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying your best to fight the urge to close your eyes. You want to hold his gaze for as long as possible, especially when you cum for him. “I’m…so close, Din.” You moan deeply, dropping one of your hands to start rubbing at your needy bundle of nerves.
His eyes follow the movement of your hand and he lets out a satisfied groan as he watches you play with yourself while his cock disappears in and out of you. That in itself sends him spiraling toward his own release and with a few more harsh thrusts up against your cervix, it finally hits him.
Thick spurts of his cum paint your insides, and a deep growl emanates from his throat when he feels your cunt clench like a vice around him while your own release coats his length. “Kriiiiiiff. That’s it, Cyar’ika.” He stills his hips inside you, wanting you to take every last drop of his seed he has to give.
“Oh Maker, Din. I--”
“Girl, are you up here?! These droids are gonna make me start pulling my hair out! I need your help!” Peli starts banging on the door after a moment and your eyes widen to the point that they’re almost the size of saucers.
“Oh kriff.” You whisper so that only Din hears; in a panic, now that Peli is right outside the door and can get it unlocked if she very well wanted to. “Yeah I’m here! Just...wanted to change into something less greasy.” You shrug at Din when he raises a brow at your choice of an excuse, whispering to him that Peli’s gonna find out you’re lying either way.
“Oh alright. Well let’s go then! Can’t take you that long to change into something different!” She challenges you from her side of the door and when she hears a faint groan coming from the other side, she figures it’s just your way of whining about being rushed. “Yeah, yeah you don’t like being rushed. I’ll wait.”
She stays right where she is on the outside of your door, arms crossed over her chest while leaning against the wall opposite. She hears shuffling on the other side of the door, assuming it’s just you finishing up, but when the door opens and she’s met with the Mandalorian, her eyebrows rise in realization.
“So that’s what you meant when you said you needed to use the can.”
“What? No! I only said I needed to use the can so I could sneak off for a quick break, he just happened to be in my path to that said break.” You call out defensively, hiding your exposed body under the sheets now.
“So you decided to come here to bang one out?” Peli sneaks a glance past Din into your room, seeing how disheveled your look really is. “Wow he really did you good, huh?”
“It’s a long story.” You shake your head, giving your bottom lip a small bite as you glance over at Din after Peli’s question, blush burning at your cheeks. “Yeah, he really did.”
Din smirks beneath the protection of his helmet and gives a quick glance back at where you’re lying beneath the covers. “And she took it very well. She’ll need a nap now, though, so I hope you don’t mind my help in finishing up the ship.”
“I’ll take any human help I can get.” She quips, giving Din’s shoulder pauldron a tap before turning and heading outside so she can bring him to where they’ve been working on the new ship.
You get a few seconds more of a glance at Din before he closes your door behind him to follow Peli, and you let out the longest sigh of contentment as you stare up at your ceiling. That really did just happen. You aren’t dreaming after all.
“Thank you, Maker.” You breathe aloud, eyes finally closing while a wide smile takes over your features. No dream you’ll have again will ever compare to what you just experienced and oh how you look forward to more of it.
You truly hope that Din will take your earlier offer into consideration, and judging by the way he referred to himself as “your future King” only minutes prior while he was still buried inside of you, you think you already know what his answer is going to be.
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