summary: you and din djarin crash onto an ice planet after a bounty job gone wrong. the ship is damaged, communication is down, and there's a storm rolling in. this leaves you two stuck in a tiny outpost overnight.
cw: long slow burn. angst + smut (with a plot). slight size kink, oral (din!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, hair pulling, spanking, dirty talk, praise kink (condescending praise), edging. (wc: 10.8k)
pairings: din djarin x f!reader
author's note: this is my first time writing for Din, or Star Wars, or for men in general so please be patient with me lol! i do obviously watch Star Wars but i don't know everything so if something isn't 100% lore accurate i'm so sorryy :P also i proofread and edited but if i missed some stuff i'm also sorry again
the bounty had smiled when Din had cuffed him and shoved him down the ramp of his ship. it had been a wicked smile that neither of you had caught— it should have been the first warning. you were too caught up watching Din manhandle someone off his ship to focus on whatever the bounty was doing.
by the time the Razor Crest was in the air and had cleared the atmosphere, three ships were already on your tail. your heart rate spiked greatly as your palms began to sweat. many factors in the this situation played apart in the high anxiety you were experiencing.
many months ago, you had come to Tatooine in order to trade the herbs and spices you grow on your home planet, Corellia. unfortunately, there was a large, imperial related accident and your ship had gotten blown up in the process. most of your credit and all of your communication had been on your ship which left you stranded. you soon found farm work for an older couple— they paid you well and gave you shelter.
but it was time to go home. and that's when the Mandalorian showed up in the village.
you couldn't quite remember what happened or how it happened— small talk and discussions over a week or even a bribe— but he had eventually agreed to bring you home. something about you made him trust you, you being somehow easy to open up to. it helped that he found you wildly attractive. and it happened to just be in your luck that his next assignment was on your home planet.
now though, it didn't seem like you were going to make it home.
"you said he was a low-level broker," you snapped aggressively at Din, gripping the sides of the passenger seat as the Crest veered to the left violently.
"he was." Din's voice remained steady, even through the chaotic situation and your sudden attitude.
blaster fire streaked across the viewport in flashes of red that made you want to cover your eyes and curl into a ball. the entire ship shook from an impact— alarms suddenly blaring loudly as lights flashed.
"you left out the part where he apparently has friends!" annoyance coated your tone as you stared at the side of his helmet, which was being illuminated by the red and white lights of the alarms.
Din didn't answer. that was typical. he kept his focus on his ship as his gloved hands expertly worked the controls. you couldn't help the wildly inappropriate thoughts that ran through your head as you watched him, even though now was definitely not the time.
Din never said much ever anyways— more physical cues then verbal commands. sometimes all he did was tilt his head or flick his hands when "talking" to you. at first it was tricky, but over the last couple days you had gotten used to his bluntness and learned how to communicate with him.
the Crest screamed around you as if it was being ripped apart piece by piece and scrapped for parts. another blast struck somewhere near the engine. the ship plummeted slightly, causing you to lurch slightly out of your seat. Din wasn't looking but of course he noticed, muttering out,
"i told you to put your seatbelt on."
the lights in the cockpit flickered violently then, a sharp explosion sounded beneath your feet. white smoke immediately filtered into the space from the floor panel beneath you. sparks erupted around the cockpit— every board panel and wire seeming to suddenly explode. you jumped back, the passenger seat spinning, as your arms came up to cover your face.
Din reached for you instantly, leather glove wrapping around the smooth skin of your forearm, before he hauled you closer to him. the action pulled you away from another explosion of sparks coming from the panels that were right of where you had been standing. his grip was tight and unrelenting as he quickly pressed every button in front of him with his free hand.
the ship suddenly dropped hard and you stomach flipped violently. if it wasn't for Din's grounding hold on you, you would have fallen forward into the control panel. your head snapped to look at him— fear now written all over your face. "Din—"
"i know." his voice was tighter now. you weren't sure if you imagined it but his head flicked towards you for a minor second as his thumb ran over your skin just once. one tiny, simple touch that somehow immediately calmed your nerves.
the engine loudly sputtered again as the ship continued to descend in altitude rapidly. outside of the viewport, the blackness of space gave away to a planet looming in the distance. a white planet— surface covered in ice and snow. you could see the storms twisting through the atmosphere and terrorizing the ground of the endlessly white planet.
you were so distracted by the planet and how it was getting closer rapidly, you missed the sound of one of the pursuing ships diving down after you. Din, however, did not miss this.
he swore under his breath as he gently pulled you closer. you barely heard it over the obnoxious sound of alarms blaring and roar of the crashing ship. it startled you enough that your head snapped towards him, mouth falling slightly ajar.
you had heard him irritated before— mainly at you. it was always a quiet kind of irritated that never used harsh language or a loud tone. you'd even heard him mad. but you'd never heard him be worried or stressed. even in the most dangerous situations did he remain gathered and outwardly calm.
the Crest took another dive, shaking terribly, as another shot hit the underside of the hull. a horrible grinding noise pierced your ears, hands flying up to cover them. Din's hand that was on your forearm moved to grip the back of your shirt— covered fingers fisting into the soft fabric of your shall.
one engine then died completely, the other on it's last legs. the ship sunk forward and spun slightly, the action sending you flying forward despite Mando's tight grip. your hands flew out to try to brace your fall but the control panel sparked again— quick little stings scattered across your exposed skin.
Din pulled you upright, hand grabbing back onto your forearm. "hold on to the seat." his voice was rough and commanding, it made you want to listen. your arms wrapped around the headrest of his seat as your eyes darted everywhere.
warning lights flashed across Din's helmet as his hands flew across the controls. your eyes scanned him rapidly— his chest heaving, head slowly moving to look from the controls to out of the window, skilled fingers doing everything in their power to control the ship. half the control panel went out as the ship slowly started to fall apart, the whole thing succumbing to the force of gravity that the ice planet gave off.
"we're going down." he said, his voice too calm. it always annoyed you but it was too comforting. however, his calmness was terrifying— almost more terrifying than the ship plummeting towards the icy white surface of the planet.
it rushed towards you through the viewport in a blur of white storm clouds and ice. Din fought with the controls the entire way down, his hands pulling on every lever and pushing on every button. at this point, he wasn't trying to save the ship— he was trying to save you.
the realization set in when he twisted suddenly, one arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you down into his lap seconds before impact. the Razor Crest hit the ice hard enough to split metal, practically throwing the two of you around the cockpit. one of Din's hands gripped the seat harshly, the other digging into your side, using all his strength to keep the two of you in the seat.
the force of the impact knocked the wind out of your lungs, head tucked under Mando's helmet, cheek pressed against the cool steel of his chest armor. you could feel his chest heaving underneath you— you tried to focus on it as hard as you could as a grounding point.
metal shrieked around you as the Razor Crest tore across the ice instead of gliding smoothly, the entire ship skidding violently sideways through snow and frozen rock. something heavy crashed behind you in the hull, sparks cascading above your heads, foregin sounds coming from everywhere all at once.
Din's arm stayed firmly around your waist the whole time, gloved hand gripping so hard it almost hurt. neither of you seemed to really notice, or even care. you would be in a lot more pain if it weren't for his strong arms that were keeping you in place.
the ship spun across the icy surface once more before slamming to a halt against a large white mountain— the force of it throwing you both forward into the control panel. Din's armored forearm slammed into the edge of the control panel instead of your back, a grunt leaving his mouth and echoing off his helmet.
there was then silence, him taking a deep breath before shifting you both back upright in the seat. the only sounds were the low hisses and groans of the failing systems in the cockpit. smoke curled out from the dead control panels as the sparks subsided into basically nothing— the only light being the blinding white from outside. the alarms had stopped now but your ears rang violently, everything else being basically drowned out.
for a second, neither of you moved. Mando was still holding you against him, one gloved hand splayed tightly over your side while the other braced against the armrest hard enough for the material to creak. his gazed stayed forward, head unmoving, while your eyes stayed squeezed shut.
"Din," you finally breathed, eyes cracking open as you turned your head to look out the viewport. what you saw was nothing but endless blinding white— snow, ice, and clouds. there was no response from the man holding you. panic set in immediately, you pushing back from him to look into his dark visor. "Din."
"i'm fine." his voice was impossibly rougher now, strained even. it was clear he was definitely not fine. his grip loosened slightly before he guided you off his lap, sitting you gently down onto the control panel. he then pushed himself upright with a quiet grunt, the movement making the entire cockpit groan again.
snow and ice pressed against a portion of the viewport outside, the front of the ship slowly getting covered in white. it seemed the storm had followed the ship down.
you swallowed hard, hands shaking as you quickly looked yourself over. you palms were scraped raw from catching yourself against the sparking controls and pain throbbed in your side from how tightly Mando had gripped you but otherwise— you were alive.
Din was already moving again, of course he was. he pushed himself out of the pilot seat, towering over you for a second, before the began to step away. there was a slight stagger to his gate, barely noticeable, but you noticed. of course you did— you noticed everything about him. you loved to notice his simple movements and learn his body language. his hand caught the side of a control panel before he steadied himself again.
"you're hurt." you mumbled softly, eyes scanning over him from your spot seated on the control panel. moving, you got up with more ease than he did, your feet steady on the ground as you ran your hand over the headrest of the pilot chair.
"i'm not." Din stated, but the slight shake in his tone was not convincing.
"you just almost fell over," your eyebrow raised but he couldn't see it, back turned towards you. attitude laced your tone as your spoke to him— as it often did. that attitude of yours was often the reason Din got irritated with you. he would never say it or show it, but it drove him insane. the other thing he would never say or show is just how much he liked it.
he ignored your rebuttal completely, back still to you as he lifted his head. "stay here."
"Din—" you started but he quickly cut you off.
"stay here." the command came sharper this time. it wasn't angry, just focused, annoyed slightly. you watched him disappear down the narrow hall of the Crest while the ship groaned and hissed around you. a blast of cold air hissed out from somewhere, seeping out of the damaged metal— it made you shiver instantly.
you looked around carefully as you sunk into the crooked passenger seat. you hated this. it wasn't the danger that really bothered you, or the crash, or the delay of getting home. it was the waiting that drove you insane. you hated the not knowing. you wanted to go with Mando.
before you knew it, you were standing, even though deep down you knew you shouldn't. immediately, the floor beneath you began to spin. your hand flew out to brace yourself against the wall as a sudden wave of dizziness hit your hard. maybe you had hit your head somewhere in the chaotic process of crashing into a planet of ice.
but you pushed through it and moved, walking slowly through the halls of the Crest. the back of it looked worse— everything completely out of place. storage crates had broken loose during the crash, supplies scattered everywhere across the floor. one wall panel sparked weakly next to the carbon freezer and smoke lingered thick enough to slightly sting your eyes.
Din stood near the rear ramp with one knee on the ground, back bend forward slightly. your stomach dropped at the sight, your steps pausing as you leaned to look at him. one of his hands was pressed tightly to his side, the other arm with the underside of his forearm up. his forearm armor laid open on the floor and that's when you noticed his sleeve was stained a deep red.
"Din." you said softly, taking one small step forward. his helmet tiled slightly to the left at the sound of your voice.
"i told you to stay in the cockpit." Din spat out weakly, his head turning back to face the ground.
"and i told you you were hurt." you snapped back, tone harsher than you intended it to be. you just hated that he could be so stubborn. "how did this happen?"
Din ignored your attitude again, exhaling slowly through the modulator. the sound was pure annoyance and exhaustion but he bit his tongue, not saying anything. "the hull's breached," he said instead. "heat won't last long."
you stepped closer carefully, shoes crunching over broken glass and an array of metal fragments. outside the damaged ramp, snow whipped around violently as the light faded into dark. the storm looked wildly more intense now that you were on the ground staring out at it through the cracks of the broken ramp.
"can you fix it?" you asked, attitude now dropped from your tone.
"not tonight." he admitted quietly. something about hearing that from him made your chest tighten. from the moment you met him, even if that was just a scant few weeks ago, Din always had a plan. he always fixed things. after all, he crafted the perfect plan to complete his job and somehow bring a stranger home.
but now, you two seemed trapped. and the Crest was dying all around you, piece by piece, while an icy storm howled around you on a planet you didn't even know the name of. and for the first time since meeting him, the Mandalorian looked tired. maybe even a little weak, but at least he didn't look scared.
he slowly pushed himself back onto his feet, one hand still pressed against his side while blood seeped through his dark sleeve. the movement looked painful despite how hard he tried to hide it— a sharp breath sounding through the silence between you two. without much thought, you reached forward and gently grabbed higher up on his forearm, right above where he was bleeding from. Din's entire body went still as his gaze lowered, his head tilting to look at you.
"you need help," your tone gentle, voice quiet, eyes soft as you stared him into what you could only hope were his eyes through his helmet. he didn't speak and neither of you dared to move. wind howled outside the hull as dim emergency lights flashed against his armor. then his gaze lowered slightly, helmet tilting again, to focus on your slim hand wrapped around his arm.
"you should worry about yourself first." Din spoke softly, annoyance gone. you just shook your head in response, eyes narrowing at his stubbornness. the minimal injuries you sustained were truly not as bad as whatever was wrong with him— you weren't even sure how he got them.
there was another moment, Mando not pulling away from your grip immediately. that was the first thing you noticed, the second thing being how cold the Crest was becoming. each passing second seemed to drag more heat from the ship which caused you breath to start fogging faintly in the dim red lighting. the storm outside was screaming loud enough to rattle the whole ship despite it being tucked into the side of the mountain.
Din finally moved, removing your hand from his arm in a gentle but deliberate manor. "you're cold," he remarked, helmet tilting down again slightly, his gaze no longer on your face but somewhere lower— it only lasted a second. "we need to find shelter before the temperature drops further."
"and you're bleeding." you pointed out as if he didn't already know. what you really wanted to do was tend to his wounds here, but you knew it was too cold and there was not enough time.
"i've had worse." he voice husked out as he turned away, taking unsteady steps forward.
"that's so reassuring," your arms folded over your chest— half in annoyance and half because you were freezing.
there was another quiet exhale through the helmet. you were starting to recognize and understand those little sounds now. little, nearly-silent sounds that replaced half the things he wanted to say, but didn't. mostly because they would be quip remarks back at you which he knew would fuel your fire. and now was definitely not the time.
Din stepped towards a storage compartment, pressing the button next to it even though it was clear that the controls were fried. when the controls sparked and failed, lights going off, he gripped the edge of the door and manually forced it open.
heat swirled inside your stomach as you watched him use his strength, regardless of the pain he was in. you knew it was wrong that almost everything he did turned you on, and you knew right now it was well beyond the time for such thoughts. but you couldn't help it.
emergency packs and kits, old thermal blankets, and a lantern sat inside the compartment— the items undamaged and ready to be used. "take these," Mando breathed, handing you the folded blankets and an aide kit. "put them in this bag."
"you're bossy after almost dying," the tone you used is full of tease as you try to lighten the mood. but you did as he said, putting one of the blankets and the kit in the small bag before slinging it over your shoulder.
"i didn't almost die." his tone was not teasing, clearly not in a lightened mood.
"you're close to it." a smile spread across your face as his helmet turned slightly towards you. the action seemed dry and unamused so you swallowed a nervous laugh before it escaped.
Din grabbed a long rifle from the wall and checked the charge before slinging it over his shoulder. the movement looked much stiffer now, slower, and definitely painful. definitely injured. but you knew that he would function through the pain like it wasn't important— possibly until it consumed him.
the rear ramp groaned as he forced it open all the way against the packed snow. wind immediately tore through the ship in a violent burst, the cold sharp enough to sting your skin as your arms went up to shelter your face. the snow whipped inside instantly, covering the ground of the ship lightly.
Din stepped halfway out first, scanning the endless white landscape endless white landscape carefully before motioning for you to follow him. "put the blanket on."
you took a step forward, wrapping one of the blankets around yourself, almost instantly feeling much warmer. the ice planet stretched in every direction beneath the darkening sky, visibility broken apart by violent sheets of snow and harsh wind gusts. the Razor Crest had carved a massive trench through the ice during the crash and smoke was weakly seeping into the air from the engines.
beyond the snow filled horizon, there was the dim orange light of a bunker— possibly even a small villiage. your eyes narrowed through the storm. "there," Din said, lowering his telescope as soon as he had brought it up to his visor.
half buried beneath snow and build snuggly into the side of the mountain was a small bunker, door shut to shield the residents from the harsh storm. you couldn't really see it but relief flooded you so fast that your knees almost gave out.
"oh thank the stars!" you breathed, taking another step forward, now standing next to Mando.
"don't thank them yet." he turned his head towards you for a brief moment, eyes locking even though you couldn't see them. you had the blanket wrapped around you tightly, it over your head like a scarf as it covered almost every inch of exposed skin besides your face.
you knew that walk was going to be brutal— and it was. snow crunched beneath your inadequate shoes while the wind fought with you every step. it tore violently at your clothes and the blanket, whipping at your face, and making your eyes water. Din stayed slightly ahead of you the whole time, broad shoulders taking most of the impact from the storm.
his steps stayed steady but you on the other hand, eventually slipped. the ice disappeared beneath your foot and suddenly you were falling sideways with a loud, startled curse. Mando caught you instantly— one arm wrapped around your waist again hard enough to stop you before you even got close to the ground.
the movement pulled you directly against his chest, armor plate pressed against your cheek. the beskar was cold but you could feel his body heat radiating off of him. and for one disorientating second, the storm seemed quieter.
"careful," his tone seemed teasing almost as his voice was low. you nodded quickly in response, suddenly very aware of how close your face was to his visor as he held you upright. his hand then lingered for a moment longer than necessary before he let go.
the rest of the walk was slow and careful, Din now refusing to let go of your forearm as the two of you walked. once you reached the large bunker shield door, he banged on it once. there was no answer. he did it again— still no answer.
"Din," you pointed at a small, rectangular door that was on the left side of the larger metal door. he moved towards it without another word, knocking on it gently. there was an unlocking sound and then he forced it open with his shoulder, warm air greeting the two of you as you stepped inside.
vibrant shops lined the walls of the bunker, the massive area going straight back, people rushing all around as they busied themselves with whatever. only a few creatures stopped and turned towards the two of you but most didn't seem to care.
Din stalked over to a lady who was seated behind a counter that was next to doors that lined the wall— walk heavy with a slight limp that clearly showed he was in pain. the older lady looked up at the two of you before he spoke. "we need a room."
you rolled your eyes behind his back at his bluntness and lack of manners.
"we only have one, a single, good for one night." she stated, her voice rough and old. she had barely finished her sentence before Mando was placing credits down onto the counter. no one said anything as she dropped the credits into a box before slipping around the counter and walking up to the only door that had a green light above it. the door unlocked with a swipe of her finger on the keypad before she walked away.
the room was tiny. your stomach flipped as Din stepped into it, you following shortly. an old table sat in the corner with a matching chair beneath a dusty shelf of random supples, a heater flickered weakly beside it, and across from it in the other corner— one small cot.
you slowly looked at Din, who was already scanning the room for threats. he seemed to be completely unaware that your heart had just started to beat wildly for an entirely different reason. snow melted slowly off the sides of the beskar of his armor as he took another step inside. the dim lighting of the heater reflected off his visor as he turned his head slowly.
the door closed behind you with a soft hiss. you were safe now— even though anxiety racked through your body. then Mando reached up suddenly and braced one hand against the wall.
"Din?" you question as you turned, your chest tightening sharply.
"i'm fine," his response came slower this time, rougher, definitely more unsure. and when he turned slightly, you finally caught the rip in the side of his flight suit and the blood that coated it.
"sit down," your tone was sharp as you threw the blanket down onto the cot, taking the bag off of your shoulder. his helmet tilted towards your slightly as he watched you pull the emergency aide kit out of the bag.
"i said i'm fine," Mando murmured, looking away from you even though his body was turned towards you.
"you just say that automatically." the heater crackled weakly in the corner, casting dim amber light across the room. Din couldn't help but admire the way it illuminated your features as you turned back towards him. he looked down at the places he was bleeding from, the back at you.
"you know how to treat wounds properly?" he questioned and you immediately scoffed.
"like it's hard?" you crossed your arms, aide kit in one hand. there was a pause before he lowered into the chair slowly, finally. relief washed over you as your body relaxed. the chair creaked beneath his weight as he leaned back slightly, forearms resting against his thighs like the effort of staying upright had finally caught up to him.
you swallowed hard as you scanned him over. his body language now looked exhausted and it wasn't just from today— it was from everything. carefully, you knelt in front of him as you opened the emergency aide kit. your fingers trembled as they ran over the supplies, partially because you were cold and partially because you were nervous.
"you're shaking," Din remarked quietly.
"i'm cold," you looked up at him through your lashes immediately. he shifted his hips, staring down at you. you swallowed hard again.
"you're cold?" he questioned, clearly not believing your answer, but you ignored it. silence fell between you two again. outside the bunker, the storm roared but inside, the room seemed to grow impossibly smaller.
you found the disinfectant and finally looked at the rip in his flight suit at his side, it being hidden slightly by his armor. up close, you could see the gash in his tan skin next to a deep scorch mark carved across the beskar.
"that has to come off," you pointed at his chest armor. Din went still. it wasn't dramatic or tense, he just went still. his stillness made you remember that after all— he's still a Mandalorian. the helmet tilted at you slowly and you felt heat rush to places it shouldn't.
"the armor," you said softly. "the chest plate. its in the way."
there was another pause before the sound of the beskar hissing and unclipping filled the room softly. his rifle came off first before his chest plate was removed. for some reason, it felt way too intimate. you looked away automatically as the armor was removed and set onto the table next to him carefully. the layer beneath it was soaked with blood.
you expression must have changed because Din immediately said, "it looks worse than it is."
"i'm sure," you shook your head with a slight chuckle as you moved closer to him, hands hovering over his flight suit above his stomach pad.
"i— uh..." he looked at you expectantly as his chest heaved— for many reasons.
"you're gonna have to let me see it," your stated gently. another pause of silence before Din wordlessly grabbed the fabric and tugged it up until the wound was exposed. your breath caught slightly and not because of the injury. well, partly because of the injury. but also because this is the first glimpse of him under the armor that you'd ever got.
tan skin, muscles, scars, bruising blossoming from his ribs and around the deep gash. the realization that under all that toughness and armor, he was still human, hit harder than expected. Din watched you carefully through the dark visor of his helmet as you froze in place.
"you still with me?" he asked quietly, his tone having a teasing edge around it, despite how vulnerable he felt.
you blinked quickly, shaking your head slightly even though you whispered out a "yes". you voice had sounded smaller than usual, no tone to it this time. carefully, you poured disinfectant onto a cloth. "this is probably going to hurt."
"i know." was all he said, head turning away from your gaze.
"well don't sound so happy about it," you joked and something almost of amusement flickered in the way he moved his head. then you slowly pressed the cloth against the wound. Din inhaled sharply but didn't flinch away— none of his reaction being dramatic. he sat there and took the sting, fists balling up as they rested on his legs.
the sharp breath through clenched teeth made your eyes snap up instantly. "sorry," you breathed, your other hand splaying across his thigh without thinking.
"it's fine." he huffed, head lowering to look at you.
"you hissed," your eyebrow raised at him.
"i didn't hiss," his head shook back and forth.
"you absolutely hissed." you stated. there was a pause before he spoke.
a laugh escaped you before you could stop it— the sound quiet and nervous. but it changed something in the room immediately. the tension shifted and became warmer now, the sense of tight seriousness fading.
Din stayed completely still while you cleaned the wound, your hands brushing accidentally against his exposed skin every few seconds. every single time it happened, you became painfully aware of how close you were as you kneeled between his knees.
Din noticed it too. he tried to keep his attention on you dressing his wound but his hips shifted in the chair uncomfortably as the awareness settled into lower places on his body. you could feel it but chose to ignore it. his hands tightened slightly against his thighs whenever your fingers pushed into his bruised skin.
the heater suddenly sputtered weakly. you glanced towards it nervously muttering, "please don't die too."
"the power seems old," Mando muttered as his gaze shifted to the heater. "might go out overnight."
"that's perfect and amazing and wonderful." you rolled your eyes with a huff as you turned your attention back to dressing his wound.
"you have a lot of attitude."
you looked up immediately. "you don't seem to mind. most of the time, anyways."
"and you talk too much." the quipped remark almost sounded fond and your stomach twisted at the thought. you quickly focused back on wrapping the bandage around his side, leaning closer to reach properly in the cramped space. the action allowed you to be pulled much closer than before causing your chest to brush gently against his hips.
Din stilled and went quiet, and not a normal quiet. it was heavy— the tension back almost immediately. you weren't sure what you felt as you pressed against him but you ignored it as your fingers slowed against the bandage. you face was close to his helmet, so close that if you looked up at him, his visor would only be inches away. heat crawled slowly up your neck beside the room being cool.
"done," you said softly. "time for your arm."
the next moments went quickly as you repeated the entire process of cleaning and covering the much smaller wound on his forearm. your hands lingered against the bandage wrapped around his arm while his gloved fingers flexed against his leg.
you were suddenly aware of how close you two were— you standing in between his spread thighs. the visor of his helmet reflected the faint gold lighting from the heater. you could hear him breathing through the modulator now, the sound slow and controlled. however, it was definitely heavier now and there was no doubt that his chest was rising and falling rapidly.
"okay, you're all done." your throat felt dry as you stepped back. Din leaned back even more, his hand coming up to his side to feel the bandage as if he was testing the pain.
"i'll survive." his voice was still rough, but with something that wasn't pain. you shook your head softly with a smile and started cleaning up the medical supplies— just to give you something to do. you wanted to do anything to get your mind off of the feel of his skin under your hands and the sight of him shifting his hips whenever you leaned into him.
behind you, the sound of rusting filled the room. you turned to see Mando crossing his arms over his unarmored chest while slumping the chair. his helmet rested against the wall behind it as his head lulled to the side slightly. you quickly realized what he was doing— going to sleep.
"what are you doing?" you asked, tossing the med kit down onto the table.
"getting settled." he said without moving.
"...absolutely not." you own arms crossed over your chest in annoyance. he just stared at you, unmoving. "you're not sleeping in that chair."
"you take the cot." his head finally flicked towards the cot behind you. immediately, you knew this was going to be a steady fight. but you weren't going to back down. Mando was injured, and you cared for him, you weren't going to let him spend the entire night in an old chair. and maybe part of the reason you wanted to argue that he sleep in the bed so bad is because you wanted to be close to him.
"you're injured, you should lie down." you gestured towards his side as if it would prove your point any further.
"i can sleep sitting up." Din said, tone getting sharper. "i've slept in worse places."
"i can sleep sitting up too." you fought back, refusing to give up. you weren't sure exactly why he was being so stubborn. surely the cot could fit two, it shouldn't have been this complicated.
"that's not happening." the firmness in his tone took you aback but it also made irritation spark immediately in your chest. you didn't say anything and even the silence in itself felt stubborn.
your eyes drifted towards the single cot and you turned your torso to get a better look at it. only then did you really see how small it was. how it really wasn't built for two people as it was pressed against the wall and narrow. and that's when you realized— that was the problem.
you looked back toward him slowly. “Din…”
“you don’t even know what i was gonna say.” you shook your head as he tilted his forward.
“i do.” there was a pause before he spoke again. "i recommend you get some rest."
"so should you." it was your last smart remark before you turned away from him, packing up the emergency kit and spreading the thermal blankets across the cot. there was silence between you two before finally, a quiet and defeated sigh left his lips through the modulator.
Din reached for clasps on his shoulder. the sound of fabric rustling filled the room as well as the sound of beskar coming off piece by piece. his sash came off, then his belt, the almost every piece of armor until he was left in just his flight suit and helmet.
your breath caught slightly before you could stop it and you tried very hard not to stare. but you failed very badly. without the armor, he somehow looked larger— stronger. he was broader in a way that the armor hid and now more human in a way that made your chest tighten.
Din noticed your staring immediately. "need something?" his head tilted as he stood, towering over you.
your eyes followed his movements, stomach twisting with something like need. "what?"
"you're staring." his tone was teasing now as he stepped closer to you, his footsteps heavy as he still had his boots on. heat flooded your face and you turned away, eyes glued to the ground.
"was not." was all you could say, his presence overwhelming.
"hm," he hummed as he stepped closer again, chest touching your turned shoulder. something about the tension from earlier had uncoiled something inside of him. he had realized he did enjoy to bicker with you— knowing it was all flirting behind it. and now that it was finally just you two, trapped in a small room, there was nothing stoping him.
"was that sarcasm?" you asked as you turned back towards him, narrowing your eyes as you looked into his visor.
"no," Din tilted his head down at you, bringing his face closer to yours.
"liar," you smiled, earning you another faint tilt of his helmet before he moved around you. it was definitely sarcasm, and definitely teasing— you hated how much you liked it.
Din sat down on the edge of the cot to remove the last pieces of beskar from his legs and slip off his boots. the movement pulled the fabric of his flight suit tighter across his shoulders and thighs, the room suddenly feeling much hotter despite the heater dimming.
"you gonna keep the helmet on?" you asked gently. his hands paused at one of the buckles for just a moment before he moved again.
"yes." he stated calmly as he pulled off the last of his armor, truly just in his flight suit now. without another word, Mando laid back— arm going behind his head, the other resting across his stomach. your eyes scanned him up and down, your body unable to move, heart slamming against your rib cage.
you eventually moved, climbing over his legs awkwardly until you laid parallel next to him. once you were settled, Din pulled the blankets up over the both of you. the mattress was narrow enough that your thigh brushed his almost immediately beneath the blanket, the contact sending heat rushing through you embarrassingly fast. you shifted automatically, trying to make space, but there really wasn’t any.
Din noticed, his head tilting towards you slightly. "you can move closer to the wall." he said quietly.
"not really," you huffed without looking at him. "this thing is the size of a coffin."
"it's bigger than a coffin," Din states matter-of-factly, his gaze still on you. you finally turned towards him, heads closer than you thought—which was ironic because by this point, your entire side was pressed against his.
"how would you know that?" you teased him with a lazy smile, propping your head up with your hand.
"i just know things." Mando shrugged as he tilted his helmet more in your direction. you stared at him for a second before you started to laugh, the sound soft and real. due to his helmet, you couldn't see his smile, but it was there as he watched you break into giggles.
the room settled into a comfortable silence after your laughter died down. the heater crackled quietly in the corner as you brought the blanket higher up over your shoulders. the cot creaked softly as Din leaned back more, careful on his side, but somehow still tense. one arm stayed resting on his side while the other moved next to him on his side as if he was prepared to jump up any second.
you stared at him quietly before speaking; "do you ever relax?"
Mando paused before answering as he turned his head away from you. "sometimes."
"oh, i'm sure." you chuckled slightly with a roll of your eyes.
"how do you have more attitude when you're tired?" he asked. a smile cracked across your face as you stared down at him. his arm came back to rest behind his head as he nudged you gently with his other elbow— possibly on accident but it seemed like it was on purpose.
"i don't have an attitude." you said but you knew it wasn't true. a quiet sound left him, one that was low and brief. it took you a minute to realize it was a laugh. it faded as soon as it left his mouth but the thought of the sound blossomed a warm feeling in your chest.
Din's helmet faced upward towards the ceiling now, but you found yourself watching him anyways. his every movement was somehow more noticeable now without his armor. the way his chest moved with each breath, the way his muscles shifted as he settled in, the quiet sound of his heavy breathing.
you began to think about the way he held you during the crash, the way he would tower over you when you two stood too close, the way he would condescendingly tilt his head at you when you two bickered. the thoughts made your thighs clench together subconsciously.
your eyes drifted down his body before you could help it. over his chest, down over the way his arm rested across his stomach, down to his hips and in betw— Din noticed your staring. he quickly pulled his leg up to hide something you were oblivious to.
"sorry," he mumbled quietly when your breath hitched. you quietly told him it was fine as you lowered you head down onto your arm as if it were a pillow.
but neither of you of moved, the contact stayed. and suddenly, Din's hand was touching you before you'd even realized he had moved. his gloved palm rested against the sleeve of your shall near you elbow, the touch almost possessive. your entire body went still.
"you okay?" he asked softly, his voice deeper and sleepy.
"yeah," you looked down at his hand on your arm before slowly moving your gaze back up to his helmet.
the space between you two suddenly felt charged with something warm, heavy, and impossible to ignore now. your pulse thudded hard in your chest, and other places, and you were sure he could hear it. carefully, you shifted onto your side completely so you could face him properly.
there was barely any space left now— Din sliding his hand up your arm. your skin burned beneath the fabric under his touch, you stomach twisting with nerves.
"with this?" his voice made your center throb suddenly. you didn't trust your words so you just nodded weakly as you leaned into his touch. without being able help it, your eyes darted everywhere, all over his frame.
"you're staring again." Din murmured as he gently squeezed your skin.
"you keep noticing." your breath hitched deep in your throat as your stomach fluttered.
"i notice everything." the words settled heavy between the two of you and you swallowed hard. his hand stayed on your arm, thumb moving across the sleeve. the move was tiny but it affected you greatly anyways. your eyes drifted back to his visor and you wondered what expression laid under there— if he looked as affected as you felt.
he let out what sounded like a defeated sigh before lowering his leg, the blanket being tugged down slightly with it. your eyes followed the motion before they landed on something you couldn't ignore. even through the dim lighting and the dark fabric of his pants, you could clearly see the outline of his bulge.
"Din..." you whispered, tone strained and needy. the second you said his name like that, his fingers flexed against your arm, his breathing pausing for a moment before it continued— heavier than before.
"do you want this?" the Mandalorian's voice was much more strained than before, edged with a need that was beyond deniable.
"more than anything." you whimpered quietly. that was all he needed.
Din's hand moved from your arm to your waist, the other arm lifting from his stomach to wrap around your side as you naturally shifted on top of him. covered thighs bracketed his hips as you lowered yourself onto him, hands immediately finding his broad chest.
gloved hands gripped your waist tightly, hips lifting slightly into yours as the Mandalorian fought hard against the urge to lose control. a gasp fell from your parted lips as you felt his hard cock rub against the place where you needed him the most.
Din's hands slipped under your shall, head tilting in a silent ask. you nodded once, already too far gone to speak, and soon the shall was being discarded next to him on the cot. this revealed your tan undershirt, the fabric thin enough to see your peaking nipples as the cold bit at your skin.
"mesh'la" Din practically groaned and the word caused a blush to spread up your neck and across your cheeks. subconsciously, your hips rocked against him as you chased the friction you desperately needed. you could feel your wetness pooling in your panties the tighter his hands gripped your waist, guiding your movements exactly how he wanted them.
"oh Mando," you helplessly moaned, head dropping forward in pleasure. the sound earned you a satisfied hum as well as a hand drifting lower to cup your ass through the fabric of your pants.
Din's movements slowed before he brought a gloved hand up to cup the side of your face, thumb running over your bottom lip. "you could put this to good use, instead of all that talking."
a pit of lust dropped in your stomach while a wicked smirk spread across your face. "who has attitude now?" the words came out in a whisper. but sure enough, you began to move— pulling down the neck of his flight suit to plant open-mouthed kissed, hands rubbing over his torso, hips rocking at a steady pace.
with antagonizing slowness, you kissed down his body through his flight suit until you were stationed between his spread knees, the tent in his pants directly in your eye line. slim fingers teased the waistband of the flight suit pants until Mando was wrapping his hands around your wrist and guiding them to where he needed them the most.
a gasp fell from your lips as you palmed his print. how hard he felt was almost dizzying and it made parts of you being to throb. eyes locked on him, you carefully wrapped your hands around the waistband of his pants before beginning to tug it down. you do the same thing with his undergarments until you're face to face with his large cock.
his member stood tall— tip swollen, flushed, and already leaking. deep veins ran up and down the thick shaft in a way that had your mouth watering. your mind began to race with the worry of how you were going to take it but you pushed the thought to the side as you slowly wrapped your hand around him. suddenly your hand looked small.
Din slowly sat up against the wall as his hands clenched at his sides. his eyes were locked onto you through his dark visor and he didn't dare look away or move his head. a heavy breath came through the modulator when you glided your hand up and down his shaft in one smooth stroke.
as much as you wanted to sit here and tease him, the neediness in his body language made the want to please him even greater. your tongue darted out to lick one bold stipe up the underside of his cock. Din couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips, hips bucking up slightly in a silent beg for more. choking down your nerves, your mouth kissed his tip before parting around the head of it.
you sunk down until you felt his tip hit the back of your throat— nails biting into the fabric of his flight suit as you wrestled with your gag reflex. there was a quiet thunk as Din's helmet hit against the wall when his head tipped back in pleasure, or maybe relief. possibly both. a gloved hand was brought to the back of your head and just rested there as if he needed it there to be grounded.
a deep breath was taken in through your nose before you began to bob your head, taking his dick into your mouth inch by inch until his fingers were curling into your hair. you could feel strands of hair falling out of your braid until they were being tucked back behind your ears by the Mandalorian.
with what you couldn't take in your mouth, you took care of with your fist. your hand twisted easily as now his whole cock was coated in spit. his head tilted back down again to find you staring up at him through your lashes— the sight make him moan sweetly. your tongue swirled around the head each time you brought your head up and it was the only way you could catch your breath.
"so you can listen, can't you?" Din huffed out through heavy breaths as his hand caressed the back of your head. you moaned around his cock at the words, hips now uncontrollably moving back and forth in order to get any sort of friction. but you stayed focus on sucking him off as you were desperate to get him off.
however, Din had noticed your desperate grinding. "need something, cyar'ika?" you could hear the wicked smirk in his tone as his hand went under your chin to lift your mouth off his cock. spit connected from your lips to his aching tip as you pulled away, a dazed look on your face as if you were drunk.
"you, Din." you whispered as you lazily stroked him. a muffled hum came through modulator as his head tilted. nerves swirled in your stomach as he stared at you and eventually, you couldn't take it— trying to bring your head forward but he stopped you.
"up," he commanded softly as he slowly guided you. slowly and cautiously, you climbed back up him until you were seated in his lap again. "tell me what you want. "
"please," you suddenly choked out. the feeling of his cock resting heavy against your ass, even if it was just through your pants, was beginning to drive you crazy. "i need you, your cock—"
"keep talking." there was a slight growl behind Din's voice as his hands ran up and down your sides, pushing up your undershirt. you got the hint quickly— crossing your arms to lift the shirt up and over your head. another grunt sounded from under the helmet at your now completely exposed torso. he then move faster than you'd ever seen, hands flying up to cup your breasts.
immediately your nipples hardened and your back arched into his touch. the squeeze he gave was gentle as his thumbs danced over your peaks. his head then tilted down at your pants, wordlessly telling you to do the same with the bottom half of your clothing.
you quickly stood and slipped your pants off as if they were on fire, discarding them onto the floor. Din followed you, pain radiating through his body from his side but he ignored it, standing next to you. there was zero verbal exchange as his hands found your hips and turned you so you were facing the cot, knees brushing the edge of it.
arousal coursed through your veins as you felt one gloved hand run over your shoulder, the other pressing flat against the small of your back as he bent you over. your hands went out in front of you as your knees hit the edge of the cot— on all fours in front of the Mandalorian.
"look at you," he murmured, the sound of rustling fabric filling the room, before you felt skin to skin contact. warm, rough hands glided over the curve of your ass while he took a step closer to you. you subconsciously leaned into his touch as your back arched deeply.
"don't tease me," you whined out pathetically. you gave up on not sounding so desperate, as your body was giving it away. in all honesty, you had needed Mando since the day you saw him. the things he did turned you on, even if it was as simple as him walking.
your body jolted forward at the sudden feeling of his tip running through your folds. "you have no idea how hard i'm trying not to." Din practically groaned, his voice lower and rougher than you've ever heard. his fingers dug into your skin as he began to split you open, pushing his cock in and making you take it inch by inch.
"stars," a loud moan left your mouth at the stretch that caused a pleasurable pain to spread through your body like a wild fire. your jaw hung open, eyes squeezed shut tightly, fists balling into the blanket underneath you as you adjusted to his size.
Din buried himself to the hilt, tip grazing the spot deep in your pussy, before stopping his movements. your canal fluttered around his member as you adjusted to his size which sent his head spinning. for a moment, there was silence— no talking, no moving, barely any breathing. it was almost as if the realization of what was actually happening hit you both at the same time all at once.
a small hiss came from him through the modulator when he began to move slowly. his strokes started shallow, still giving you time to adjust to his size. small whimpers were already falling from your parted lips at the pleasurable feeling of his cock massaging your walls. you could feel him everywhere as the pressure of his member plunging into you took over your senses.
it took almost all your strength to keep yourself up, arms shaking as you leaned on your forearms. within seconds of the start of your trembling, a large and callused hand slid up your spine before pressing in between your shoulder blades, pushing your chest to the mattress. the sight of your arch made Din's head spin as a moan sounded loudly through the modulator.
you welcomed the action with a breathless smile— arms folding out in front of you as you rested your head on them. the sight of him behind you, that you caught out of the corner of your eye, had you twisting to crane your neck more. and he watched you watch him through the narrow visor of his helmet, smiling to himself as he watched your face contort in pleasure.
the brown sleeves of his flight suit were pulled up to his forearms, exposing the strong muscles there. his chest heaved with each thrust forward which made his broad shoulders rise. the size of him over you made your pussy clench around him, mind growing cloudier and cloudier with lust.
there was a sudden noise that left him, and it didn't sound pleasurable. "Din, your side—"
"i don't care about my side right now." the Mandalorian husked out which made your stomach do about twenty backflips.
his fingers suddenly tangled in your hair, yanking your head back, deepening your arch to a level you weren't aware could exist m. "feel good?" his voice filled the room, echoing in your ears. all you could do was not as your eyes closed, pleasure taking over quickly.
"so now you have no words?" a loud smack filled the room as his free hand came down harshly on your ass. a rush of lustful excitement coursed through your veins at the action, a whimper sounding from you. his movements began to speed up and become harsher, pounding you into the cot through heavy grunts.
"kriff— Din!" as instinct, you hand shot back, fingers brushing the smooth skin of his v-line in an attempt to get him to let up. but instead of listening, Din's hand wrapped around your wrist and pinned it to your back in one smooth movement. his sudden roughness had you shaking in excitement and need— you had zero clue he had this in him.
"struggle for me," his body leaned over yours, burying his sensitive cock impossibly deeper. all you could do was nod as words wouldn't form on your tongue. your limbs felt as if they were on fire as he fucked you like you wanted. how he needed.
the hand that was tangled in your hair moved to your under your jaw, forcibly turning your head to look back at him. "feels s'good...s'close," you blabbered out as you held his gaze through lidded eyes. "i love this s'much, keep going!"
instead of keeping going, Mando slowed his movements, your canal spasming around his cock. he pulled himself out almost all the way, tip kissing your entrance, before pushing in all the way again. every time he bottomed out he would stop for a moment in order for you to feel how full you were.
"pretty thing thinks she's in control," Din tilted his head at you and the act was clearly mockery. all you could do was let out a sultry mewl at his words, head spinning as he drove you crazy. his grip on your wrist and face stayed firm as his thrusts became harsher again.
the pit in your stomach dropped again as your body locked up— your climax way closer than you thought it was. "M-mando, 'm'close...please...i can't!" neediness laced your tone as the urge to cum took over you. but even though you were practically begging at this point, he still slowed his movements. "no no, n'please!"
"no attitude now, huh, cyar'ika?" Din's tone was beyond condescending as he brought his head down so his visor was inches away from your eyes. you weakly shook your head in his grasp, a cock-drunk look on your pretty face. "good."
a loud moan sounded from you when he sped up again, tip brushing your cervix as he hit every good place deep in your canal. your pussy clenched tightly around him, dragging a curse and deep groan from him, fluids leaking onto the base of his pale dick.
"m'gonna cum!" the words came out in a whisper before your climax came crashing down onto you.
"there you go." he practically cooed as he worked you through your orgasm— your mind blank, eyes shut, mouth wide open. you could barely feel your thighs shaking but they were as waves of intense pleasure racked your body.
Din let go of you gently, standing back upright, hands quickly bruising into your hips. "i'm close." he said quickly, head tipping back as moans sounded beautifully through his modulator.
"cum in me, do it," the mischief in your voice made him shake his head with a breathless, lustful laugh. but the words affected him more than he'd like to admit, causing his cock to throb as he thrusted deeper and deeper. with a loud grunt, Din finished, ropes of hot cum spilling deep inside you.
once he was done practically milking into you, he slowly stepped away as he simultaneously laid you down normally on the cot. your chest was heaving and sweaty, cheeks flushed, and hair tussled. you looked a little bit like a mess— a pretty, fucked out mess.
"easy, breathe." Din's voice was now gentle, maybe the gentlest you've ever heard it. he ran his warm hands down your sides and over the curve of your ass as you laid there. you reached for him weakly as you wanted nothing but for him to hold you. "i've got you."
you gave him a weak, lazy smile in response. as much as you wanted to speak to him, your chest was still heaving and you weren't even sure what to say. there was a moment where everything was still and quiet, the air settling with the act that was just committed. but then Din moved slowly, head whipping around as if he was looking for something but didn't know where to find it.
"what could you be looking for?" you finally caught your breath enough to talk.
"something to clean you up with." he stood back upright all the way, pulling his pants back up over his still hard cock. with a couple steps that carried a limp to them, he reached over to grab a pad of gauze, then looked back over at you with a goofy shrug.
you just nodded with a laugh, letting him clean you up carefully. no one really said anything— the silence that filled the room being a comfortable silence. the warmth of his large hands as they skimmed over your skin was sweet and unbelievably soothing. the way his mood had shifted so fast had you giggling to yourself into your arm so he wouldn't see.
"you should put your clothes on," Din suggested gently, even though he really didn't want you to. he was still admiring the way the light shined of your smooth skin, your curves and hips, and the rise of your chest with each breath. before you could say anything, the Mandalorian was already moving to help you get dressed. warmth was brought to you immediately as the fabric covered your exposed skin and you suddenly realized just how cold you were.
many, many thoughts raced through your head as you got settled under the blanket, practically oblivious to the fact that Mando was settling in next to you. you stared through him in disbelief of what just occurred— each moment playing through your head and you still feel his hands on your skin. wait, his hands were on you.
Din pulled you on top of him, your head resting on top of his chest, his strong arms wrapping around your waist. eyes wide open in shock, you didn't dare move your head to look at him. your breathing shuttered as you laid still and soaking up his warmth.
the last thing you took the Mandalorian for was a cuddler. him fucking you the way he did, talking to you the way he did, grabbing you the way he did was already way over what you thought he was capable of. him being condescending was something you were well aware of, but you never thought he would use it sexually.
"what are you thinking about?" the sound of his sweet voice filled your ears and it made a soft smile spread across your still flushed cheeks.
"how do you know i am thinking about anything?" you chuckled as your finally allowed yourself to rest your hands on his shoulders, practically groaning as you felt his muscles under his flight suit.
"i know you." the simple statement made your heart flutter. of course he knew you, he was just that way. even in the small amount of time that you two have known each other, there was still a way that he learned you. maybe you were easy to read, or maybe he was just good at analyzing you.
"us," you simply said. a sharp breath sounded through the modulator— but it wasn't rude. it just sounded like he was thinking. "and...all of...that."
Din hummed softly, arms snaking around you tighter before he spoke. "was that fun?"
"what do you think?" you quipped back with a chuckle.
"there's that attitude," Din sighed causing you to burst into a fit of giggles. something in your chest blossomed when you heard him chuckle too, his chest shaking slightly with the action. once the laughter died down, you craned your neck to look up at his helmet.
"we should do that again." you whispered with a smile.
