mandalorian’s mercy part nine
Previously ‘Are You Cold?’
Pairing: Alpha!Din x (afab) omega!fem!reader
Word Count: 7k
Synopsis: Yearning, desire, and consequences.
Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut (MF, masturbation, dirty talk, omegaverse heats & ruts, breeding kink, sub/dom dynamic) a/b/o dynamics, tw: food
A/N: I just want to say again, thankyou to everyone for all of the love & support on this fic, it has made me so so happy 💕. I’m planning to post part 10, the finale, soon. As always, if you like my writing, please reblog. I hope you enjoy...
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You’re thinking about him again.
In your hand sits the communicator Din gave you, the smooth curved shape now so familiar it’s etched in your brain. Your thumb runs over the buttons as you let your mind wander, drifting off to memories of him, of your Alpha, the attractive sound of his deep laughter and the warm secure grip of his hand around your waist.
A soft nudge to your side takes you out of it. “Hey.”
You blink. “Sorry, Anuma.” Shit. You run your hand over your face and stifle a groan. There’s still so much work to be done.
The Twi’lek sitting next to you knows better than to touch you again, but she peers at you with those sharp, discerning eyes, and although most of her features are masked, somehow you know she’s frowning. “You need to nest.”
A pang of fear goes through you. That word. You shake your head. “No, no, I’m not there yet.”
“Fine.” She sighs. “Take the water out then, you’re clearly of no use in here anymore.”
Heat rushes to your face. You look down at the table; the large pile of coin that should have already been counted up and stashed away still untouched. You stand and back away from the corner desk. “Sorry. I’ll - water...”
She regards you with a disapproving look, then turns back to the task, shaking her head and muttering to herself in Twi’leki.
You step up to the kitchen sink, the sound of clicking credits filling the room as she takes over your job.
Her office is still nothing but a small corner desk and a safe tucked into the nook of the kitchen. It’s makeshift, but there’s so many other things in this den that take priority when it comes to upgrades.
The kitchen itself has been a massive project, a job that took you most of the month to complete. Now, setting your eyes on the results of your hard work, you feel hopeful. It’s not great, but it’s a lot better than before.
The tap water is luxuriously cool. You splash some on your face to cool down, providing a brief respite from the heat clawing beneath your skin. You stare at your flushed reflection in the water and try not to burst into tears, or laughter.
The mood-swings that accompany your heat seem worse than last time. It’s incredibly draining, helping out with the den, one minute feeling happy and flirty and lighter than air, and the next, yearning for your Alpha hitting you like a punch to the gut until you feel like sinking to the floor and crying your eyes out.
No, it wasn’t like this last time. Last time, you were freshly off the blockers. This time, you’ve had a whole month without them.
As you go to leave the room with the tray in hand, Anuma blocks your path, a bottle of pills in her hand. “Please, take one.”
You brush her aside. “We’ve had this conversation.”
“There’s no need to torture yourself without an Alpha.”
You grit your teeth, hand on the doorknob, wishing she wouldn’t call it torture. “Save it for someone in need.” You open the door and step out.
“And what will your Alpha think?”
You halt midstep, some of the water spilling over the edges of the cups. Stars dammit, why did you ever tell her about what happened with Din?
She rounds you, arms crossed. The cloying scent of incense fills your lungs. “You already lied to him about your location, what do you think he’s going to do when he - ”
“It’s not about him,” you protest.
She gives you a look.
You sigh, gripping the tray a little tighter. “When I see those blockers, I see myself a month ago, completely unprepared to go into heat and desperate for blockers which you didn’t have. Sure, I had a trustworthy Alpha in the end, but what about the next Omega who walks through those doors?”
She casts her gaze down to the floor and sighs.
“I came here to help,” you continue. “So, please, stop tempting me with them. We only have a limited supply.”
She hesitates, before pocketing them. “I just... don’t want to see you in pain.” Flicking her eyes back up to you, you see a vulnerable side of her she rarely allows anyone to see.
You force the part of you that’s afraid deep down, and square your shoulders. “We set up the nests for this very situation. I promise, I’ll be fine.”
You already lied to him about your location -
You push her voice out of your head. You can’t think about that, not without being sucked into a downward spiral of anxiety and guilt and hormones.
People take water from the tray as you make the rounds through the den. Though the room itself is fairly big, it’s overflowing with Betas and Omegas seeking refuge every night. Still, the place has been improved a lot over the past few weeks.
For one, it smells a lot nicer now. Where there was once a dirt floor and simple fabric partitions, there’s now clean beds and privacy screens.
Your tray is light as you reach one of the employees, an Omega woman who showed up a few days ago and has been working here since. She never gave anyone her name, but you feel like you can trust her, like her eyes convey an air of strength and certainty.
She’s folding sheets and humming when you find her.
“Hey you, thirsty?” you say as you approach with the tray.
She stiffens, then turns to you with a raised eyebrow. “It’s you.”
“What?”
“That tangy scent,” she says, approaching to take a drink. “Normally we’ve relocated any Omega that smells like that into one of the nests. Are you sure you should be here, boss?”
“Not the boss,” you insist.
She shrugs, lifting the cup to her lips and taking a long drink.
You shift on your feet. “I don’t want to nest,” you confess. “It doesn’t feel right.”
Finishing the water, she sets the empty cup back on the tray and wipes her mouth. “You want my advice, boss?”
You nod.
She looks at you straight. “Stop waiting for it to feel right. Omegas cannot afford to be picky, and a nest is never going to feel right without an Alpha to make it for.”
An Alpha to make it for. Your knees go a little weak, and you can’t help the way your thoughts flick to him again. That’s it, little Omega. Make me another nest. His voice, clear as day.
A bolt of heat lunges through your veins. It’s sudden and brutal, and you gasp in pain. “Oh - stars!” The scent of your slick permeates the air.
“Shhhit,” the Omega curses, lifting the tray from your hands. “I think it’s here, boss. Come on and we’ll get you to a nest.”
Your stomach turns. She leads you away from the den, towards the back door which used to be a storage room. Now cleared and divided into private nesting spaces, it serves as a place for Omegas in heat to retreat to. Maker willing, the den would always have enough blockers to prevent anyone from going into heat, but there are always situations outside of your control.
The makeshift nests are designed to be scentless and comfortable, but also practical and cost-efficient. The intention behind it was to ease the pain of an untended Omega in heat, but now, all you feel is insulted as you’re lowered into one by the girl who calls you boss.
Nests are instinctual - special. You never made one before Din.
“No, it’s not right,” you gasp, sweating with heat and aching to your core. “Not without him here.”
“Try and sleep through it,” she says, fixing the sheets of the nest in a way which annoys you.
“Won’t help,” you murmur, curling in on yourself as a cramp hits you, and already you feel your eyes pricking with tears. “I’ll just dream about him.” Like you’ve been doing every night since you left him.
She narrows her eyes at you, standing up. “Who is ‘he’?”
Tears wet your cheeks. “Just an Alpha.”
“Ah.” Pity flashes in her eyes.
“What, no advice on how to get through this without him?”
She shrugs. “I wouldn’t know.”
You nod and curl back in on yourself. Her scent isn’t offensive, but like most Omega scents, it doesn’t appeal to you, and you find having her here both irritates you and distracts you from your heat.
“You know the drill,” she says from the doorway. “Meals will be delivered through the hatch. There’ll be morning checkups, so try to cover up after breakfast. And try and keep the noise down if you can.”
“Yeah, thanks.” Leave me alone now.
She shuts the door.
You bury your face into the stiff, odourless pillow and let out a whine. Heat floods between your legs. Your channel contracts around nothing, and your muscles tense and groan in dissatisfaction.
You’ve been through your heat without an Alpha before, but this time is different. This time, you know what you’re missing. You have memories to torture yourself with.
It’s too late to go on blockers now. You chose this. But you didn’t expect this level of desperation and pain so soon, so brutal. Fuck.
Soon, the heat gets too much, so you divest yourself of your clothes and dig yourself further into the nest, rubbing your needy scent on the sheets as much as possible.
Time loses meaning.
The room is dark and bare and silent.
The memory of his scent calls to you - a phantom scent that you remember well now that it’s missing.
It hurts.
It hurts so much that you feel paralysed by the pain and the discomfort, unable to move until there’s a knock on the door and food pushed through the hatch.
The scent of dinner food crawls over your skin and invades your nostrils, causing your instincts to go haywire. Wrong.
The thought of eating is about as unappetising as it could possibly get, but there’s a quiet, filtered voice in your head that reminds you that you need to keep your energy up, so you wolf it down in miserable silence and then shove the empty plate back through the door and lean forward to rest your head on the cool durasteel, temporarily abandoning your nest.
You breathe deeply, trying to calm your emotions, but the urge to cry is getting harder to resist. It’s hard to believe you’re only a few hours into this torture.
When the food has settled and you’ve cooled down as much as possible, you turn back to your nest, eyeing it in the dim light with disdain.
Your clothes lay strewn to the side, discarded over your nest in a way that feels unsatisfying. You’re not sure it will help, but maybe if you incorporate them into the nest properly...
Your hands move quickly as you fixate on the task you’ve given yourself. There’s enough slick slowly dripping between your legs that you decide to avoid putting your nice clothes in that region, instead opting to layer the fabrics nearer to your head so you can breathe in the scent more. It’s no Alpha scent, but it calms the territorial side of you to mark this place as your own.
Your hand catches on an object in one of the pockets in your clothes. The circular device can only be one thing - the communicator Din gave you.
Din.
A wave of sudden need hits you, overcoming everything else, and you find yourself abandoning your task, eagerly taking the communicator out of the clothes and propping it on a pillow almost reverently.
With a press of a button, the device lights up and you’re able to go through your encrypted messages. You bite your lip, anticipation rising.
Are you safe?
The latest message from Din, sent tonight, appears on the screen.
You melt at his words, and for that matter, slick is gushing from your pussy worse than before. You have to close your eyes and breathe through the pain for a moment.
The same message has been sent to you every day, but it never comes at exactly the same time, which is why you’ve resorted to carrying it around with you. It’s become your most treasured possession, the damned device burning a hole in your pocket as you help run the den.
Shit, the timecode indicates this was sent hours ago. This might just be the longest you’ve gone without responding. And if Din suspects something is wrong, he might try to find you on Minnoth.
Those thoughts are vague, distant worries that briefly concern you before you get swept up in your heat again. Your mind whirls, your instincts screaming at you Alpha, Alpha, Alpha, and your finger hovers over a second button. The forbidden one. The one he told you not to touch unless it was an emergency. Live holo.
This is an emergency, the hormonal side of you argues.
But then he’ll find out. He’ll know you didn’t go on blockers, and he’ll know you left Minnoth. He might come looking for you.
Your thighs squeeze together at the thought, because fuck, the thought of him coming for you is enticing, and suddenly you’re struggling to remember why you shouldn’t press the button.
It’s not encrypted, Din will freak out, and besides, you’re supposed to be avoiding talking to each other as much as possible. All very logical, important arguments.
But right now, you don’t care about any of that. There’s a deep, instinctual feeling within you, urging you to call him and tell him everything.
Your Alpha will make everything okay.
You press the button before you can talk yourself out of it.
“Stars, what am I doing?” you mutter to yourself, as you wait for him to pick up. Your mind’s gone blank, and you can’t remember why the little voice in your head is crying this is a mistake! Dread grows in your gut, but so does excitement, and need.
Then the hologram finally lights up, bathing the room in a soft electric glow.
Your breath stops as you take in the image of Din, live. He’s clearly sitting, leant forward over his holo, wearing nothing but a loose undershirt and his helmet.
“Omega?” comes his voice, urgent and gruff, and you could weep with happiness. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
You go to speak, but can’t find the words. You’re sitting in your nest, all alone and in heat, slick seeping into the sheets beneath you. He can probably see your nakedness. Fuck, it’s really him. “Din,” you breathe, taking the communicator and laying back into your nest, “I miss you.”
There’s silence for a second. His chest rises and falls. “Why did you call me?” he finally says.
You whimper, and a few tears slide down your face. “I need you. Need you here, with me.” In my nest.
He huffs a breath. “Omega.” There’s a growl in his tone that sends shivers down your spine.
You moan as a fresh gush of slick begins, and shift your legs and arch your back on instinct. “Oh...”
“Are you...”
“Yes?” You turn your head back to the holo, to him. He’s leaning closer now, like he’s trying to see you better.
“Are you in heat?”
“Yes,” you repeat, and let out an involuntary sob. The tears have started now, and they probably won’t stop for a while yet.
“Fuck,” he hisses, and the holo shakes and blurs as he moves on the bed. “Fuck.” His voice comes out muffled.
“Din?” Your anxiety grows, that little voice warning you in the back of your head that you did something wrong. But you can’t remember what. You need to see him again. You lean in closer to the holo, biting your lip. “Din I - I need to see you, please - ”
“I’m coming,” he says, but his voice sounds farther away. A few seconds later, the image stabilises, and you can see him sitting in the pilot’s chair, operating the control panel. “Fucking stars, Omega, wait for me.” He operates the ship, urgently tapping buttons and flicking switches. “I’m a day away from Minnoth - shit. Don’t let anyone else in. Where are you staying?”
You bite your lip.
“Omega, answer me. Where are you?” he growls, using his Alpha command. It’s supposed to be less effective on calls, but you still feel the urge to obey coming over you.
“I’m at the Omega Den,” you confess shakily. “On Coruscant.”
He growls. “What?”
“I’m sorry.” you whimper.
He rears back a little. “I don’t understand. Yesterday you said you were safe.”
“I was - I am - but I - ”
“You think you’re safe at the den, without blockers,” he finishes for you, a growl in his voice that hints his disagreement.
You nod. “I helped set this place up.”
He shakes his head. “You’re not making sense.”
“Sorry,” you say, heat rushing to your face. It’s hard to think properly - everything would be so much better if he was here. “Can you come?”
He shifts focus back to the operating panel, switching buttons as though to change course. After a few moments, he leans back in his seat and you can see him take a deep breath by the rise and fall of his chest. He shakes his head and murmurs low, “Coruscant is three days away.”
Your heart sinks. “Oh.”
“Fuck, little thief,” he growls, running a hand down his helmet.
A whimper escapes you, your insides clenching. He’s mad, and it’s your fault.
Shaking his head, he leans forward and flicks a few more buttons. His voice comes out distant as he leans away from the holo. “I’m setting the Razor to a hard burn. You stay inside until I get to you, okay? It’s not safe.”
“Okay,” you nod, trying to sound not as broken as you feel. “Are you angry with me? I just thought...” You moan as the needy ache in your core grows unbearable again. The pain is getting worse, causing your breaths to come out short and shallow as you twist and writhe in the nest, losing sight of the holo.
“Omega?” His voice is muffled again - distant. But warmth spreads through you at the sound. “Omega - talk to me.”
In heat and vulnerable, you stand no chance against his commands. “Din?” you call out. Your eyes open, and you catch sight of him again.
He’s sitting on the edge his bunk from the looks of it, bracing his elbows on his knees in a way that makes his biceps tense. “I’m right here,” he growls. “Talk to me.”
“Okay,” you breathe, eyes straying around the room. “Uh, I made a fucking terrible nest.”
“You nested?”
“Wasn’t my idea,” you murmur, picking at the sheets and rubbing your thighs together.
He growls. “Whose idea was it?”
“Anuma’s.”
“Who is Anuma?”
Your core clenches at his possessive tone. “Friend,” you whimper. “Beta.”
“Fuck.” The hologram shakes slightly, Din’s arm reaching down out of frame to his lower body, and you instantly realise he’s feeling himself.
Your body burns with need. “Alpha,” you cry out, half aware and half in a delirious state of heat and pain. The nest feels too hot and too cold at the same time, but you know it would all go away if Din was here, covering your body possessively with his, scenting you with his pheromones.
You turn over onto all fours and raise your ass up into the air, legs spread wide, without even thinking about it. “Din...”
He grunts, and you hear him shifting positions, but in your movement you lost track of the holo again. “Are you fucking presenting right now, Omega? Move the holo so I can see you better.”
Your eyes fly open. Where is it? You don’t want to move from your position - but you need to obey your Alpha. You scramble through your nest until you find the source of the glow, and whimper as you set your eyes on him again.
He’s shifted the view of the holo down, and you are so consumed by the sudden sight of his fist around his cock it sends a rush of slick to your cunt.
“Please, please, I need it,” you whimper, desperately following the movement of his hand up and down his length. “I’m so wet.”
“Fuck yes,” he groans. He jerks his fist faster, forearm tensing deliciously with the movement. “Fucking best feeling ever, pushing inside your wet cunt.”
Your body clenches, a whine pouring from your throat before you can stop yourself.
“I know,” he pants, “I know, Omega, it’s killing me too.”
“Need you inside me!”
“Show me.”
You blink at his order, then move, twisting onto your back and then taking the holo down your body, pointing it towards your pussy. You move so fast you barely even register what you’re doing - everything is on autopilot now, nothing except your heat and your Alpha. With your legs spread open, you give him a clear view of the wetness between your legs. “Can you see?”
You peer at him, and while you’ve been moving, so has he. He’s kneeling, the position perfect for him to hold his cock out in front and jerk himself off, the display giving you an up-close view of his hips, pelvis, and thighs.
“Yes,” is all he says, the word a deep grunt. He’s going faster now, furiously fucking his fist to the holo of you, and your legs spread wider for him.
The sight is erotic. You can almost feel each thrust as he begins jerking his pelvis, fucking into his fist. The knot at the base, already swelling, teasing you so bad your cunt feels ridiculously empty.
“Please fuck me,” you beg desperately, tears welling in your eyes again. “Please, Alpha.”
He growls in response, the sound broken up by the jerking of his hips, and it almost sends you over the edge. “Touch yourself,” he commands.
You instantly put your hand on your pussy and run a finger through your slick. Jolts of electric bliss emulate through you, and you start going faster, working yourself frantically, needing more more more -
“Greedy,” your Alpha says, jerking himself off to the sight. He sounds both furious and amused and your body reacts, like it does to everything he says, with more slick.
“Not enough,” you breathe.
“I know.”
“Need your knot, Alpha.”
“Keep going.” He sounds desperate now, and it sends shivers down your spine. He's big and hard and ready to knot you and the sight is an exquisite torture.
You moan, circling your clit and spreading your legs as wide as you can for him. “Cum. Cum inside me.”
“Fuck yes, Maker,” he groans. “Want to knot and breed you, Omega. Fill you up with me, sink my teeth in your neck, split you apart on my knot - ”
“Din.” You start to come, realising he’s gone into rut and it’s exactly what your inner Omega wants more than anything. You lose your grip on the holo but it doesn’t matter because you can still hear his deep groan when he comes as well, sending you further into bliss.
As you ride it out together, he rambles praises and promises like an Alpha in rut is compelled to do, and it’s perfect.
Mentally, you’re in bliss. Physically, however, you’ve never felt emptier.
Laying in your nest in the aftermath, you blink slowly and reach around to find the holo again.
He’s standing now, peeling off his shirt and shifting things around the space as though getting ready for a rut.
When he turns back to the holo, he catches you watching him, and growls, leaning down towards you. “Again?”
With a shiver, you nod.
Across holo, you tease orgasms out of each other, one after another, until you’re soaked in ineffective pheromones and sweat.
First on all fours, presenting. Then kneeling so he can see your tits. Now on your back again because you’re getting exhausted. He gets off on the commands, and you get off on obeying them.
“That’s five, little thief.” Din pants.
You lift your hand from your slick pussy and try not to wince as another wave of heat overcomes you for a moment, filling you with nausea and desperation. You need more, but your inner muscles feel abused and sore from your meagre fingers.
A tear falls down the side of your face. “Why aren’t you here, Alpha?”
He sucks in a breath. “Omega...”
“I know.” You wipe your tear away and roll over in your nest, burying your face in your own scent. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault.”
“Don’t talk like that.”
You bite your lip and roll over again to face him in the holo. He’s laying down, naked except for his helmet, watching you. “But I’ve fucked everything up.”
“Omega, don’t.” He sounds torn. “Not while I can’t be there to comfort you.”
More tears fall, even as you wipe them away. “Fuck, I’m sorry. My hormones are a mess without you.”
He groans and rolls on his back, looking up at the ceiling. “When I find you, we can talk. Exchange stories. And I will want to know. Everything, Omega.”
You nod solemnly.
“But, right now?” His voice lowers. “I couldn’t give a fuck about any of it. I missed you.”
Your heart soars.
The sound of someone knocking on the door interrupts you. The hatch opens and a food tray slides through. "Hey boss, breakfast.”
Breakfast time already? It feels like the time has flown by, and yet, there’s still so much more of this you have to go through without your Alpha. Two and a half fucking days. Any appetite you may have built up leaves you at the thought. You push yourself up to look at the dish.
“What is it?” Din asks.
You lay back down in your nest, peeking up at your holo. “Nothing, just breakfast.”
He snaps his head toward you instantly, and his voice comes out a growl. “Someone saw you?”
A rush of heat floods through you at his tone, and you quickly shake your head, shifting your legs to relieve the pressure between them. “No, no, there’s a food hatch.”
“At the den? Where are the others?” He doesn’t sound convinced.
“It’s okay,” you start, giving into the urge to please your Alpha as much as possible. It’s impossible to ignore how attractive his growing protectiveness is. You’re struggling to form sentences, too distracted by hormones stirring up your heat. “They have private nest spaces now, in case of emergency.” You bite your lip and shift in your nest. Maker he looks so broad and strong laying out on his bunk, one arm bent back behind his head, flexing his bicep. When you see him next, you’re going to bite him.
“Smart,” he grunts in response, sounding slightly more relaxed.
“I need you to fuck me.” The words are out of your mouth before you can think about it.
His growl is instant, and dangerously low, and you watch in eager anticipation as he leans over and grabs the holo, staring at you through his visor. “You need to eat your breakfast first.”
You sigh. “I knew you’d say that.”
“Then do it, Omega.”
“Why should I? There’s no-one here to make me.”
“Are you disobeying me?”
Oh. You don’t respond, frozen by his words.
“Omega.”
You whimper.
“Eat.”
And just like that, you’re getting up to retrieve the tray. As you return and sit back down in front of the holo, a thought crosses your mind, and you pause. “What about you?”
He tilts his head. “I'll be fine.”
You frown. “But you need to eat too.”
“I don’t want to leave you. Not while you’re in heat.”
Your heart melts for him, but you can’t let him get away with this. As you slip a spoonful of breakfast gruel into your mouth, you summon all the dominance you can muster while in heat, swallow, and glare at him. “You’re in rut, too, if I’m not mistaken. Cover the holo while you eat, and I’ll talk to you so you know I’m still there.”
He tilts his head at your display, folding his arms. “You’re cute. I’ll be fine.”
You glare harder, but maker, he’s stubborn. You sigh, and, tapping into your Omega nature, beg. “Please, Alpha?” you ask, giving him pleading eyes. “I need you to keep up your strength for me.”
He stares at you silently, but you notice his arms losing a little of their stiffness.
“Please,” you beg again.
He gives a shake of his head, and sighs. “Don’t... don’t beg like that... that is unfair.”
You laugh. “Good to know.”
“Eat your breakfast.” The holo goes shaky as he gets off the bunk. “I’ll get something now.”
“And you’ll stay on the call?”
“Yes.”
You watch the holo closely as you eat. There’s something so domestically fulfilling about eating together, and like watching one of the most interesting holovids in your life, you end up absent-mindedly snack on your breakfast food while watching him methodically prepare his meal with all the precision of the bounty hunter who tracked you down in that backwater hotel.
By the time he sits down to eat, you’re almost finished, setting the food tray aside.
He speaks to you gently. “I’m covering the holo, but we can still talk.”
You nod. “Yeah.”
He reaches for the holo, and then the image disappears.
You lean in. “Din?” You call, just to check
“Yes,” comes the low sound of his voice.
You smile, and lay back in your nest.
“Talk to me, Omega.”
Wandering your hands along the fabrics of the nest, you close your eyes and imagine you’re next to him. But when you open your eyes, he’s still not there, and it hurts. Sighing, you roll onto your front and stare at the blank device.
“I thought about calling you every day, but the live holo... you said someone could track it?”
It takes a moment for him to respond. “Yeah, they might.”
Your stomach clenches. Ending contact with him is not an option you can even consider, and yet, you worry. “Am I... in danger?”
The clattering of cutlery crackles through the speaker. “No.” The speaker picks up a slight catch in his breath. “I hope not.”
He’s worried. Concern overtakes you at the thought, and suddenly you’re thinking clearly. “You know what, yeah, it will be okay. We set up protections here, even if someone does... come looking.” You nod confidently to yourself.
“Protections?”
The curiosity in his tone makes you perk up. “You want me to tell you about them?”
You can hear the slight smile in his voice as he response. “Yes I do, little thief. Tell me what you’ve been doing.”
Heat rushes to your face, and like a criminal confessing, you begin to explain in detail all the various projects you’ve been working on over the past few weeks without him.
All conversation ends as soon as Din reappears in the holo. You’re a whimpering, needy Omega in heat, and as he sees your reaction, he growls out a command. “Present.”
Stars, you’ll never get used to his voice, even through the vocoder and over holovid, and even without the command, you would eagerly obey him.
But as you go to position yourself on all fours for him, a gentle knock sounds on the door.
You freeze.
“What is it?” your Alpha growls, his thickened, hard cock taking up the entire frame of the holo as he strokes it up and down.
More raps against the door. “Boss? You covered up? It’s checkup time, I’m coming in...”
Shit! Checkups after breakfast, how could you forget? Your eyes dart around the nest as you take in the scene. Maybe it wouldn’t matter if they knew you about the holo, but the territorial side of you doesn’t like it, and right now, that’s the part that’s in control.
There’s a beeping as the Omega on the other side of the door punches in the unlocking code.
Your insides clench, because fuck, your Alpha will have to wait. “Just a moment!” you call out, sitting up and scrambling to get things in order.
“Omega.”
You snatch the holo and hold it close to your mouth so you can whisper. “They’re coming in to check up on me.”
“What? Who?”
“Omega. I don’t know her name, but I trust her.”
He growls. “You don’t need her.”
“I know.”
“You need me.”
“I know, Alpha,” you breath, your hormones flaring at his possessiveness. “I’ll get rid of her as soon as possible, but they won’t leave without doing a proper checkup.”
He jerks his head, as if trying to come to terms with this. You can see the tendons in his neck tense as he clenches his jaw.
You bite your lip to keep your reaction at bay.
“Fuck. I can’t stop it,” he growls angrily, “...but if she touches you, Omega, I will kill her.”
Maker. “She won’t,” you assure him breathlessly.
He nods, and you see the image of him move as though he’s walking around, pacing as he watches.
You tuck the communicator beneath a fold in your nest, and the holo image of Din disappears. Your stomach drops in despair at not being able to see your Alpha, so deep into your heat.
Lifting the thinnest sheet on your overheated form, you clear your throat and call out to the Omega.
“Come in.”
With a beep and a click, the door slides open, and the Omega who calls you boss stares down at you with a raised eyebrow. “Bad time?” she asks.
“Always.” Your pussy gives out a needy throb, missing the attention you were about to give it moments earlier.
She snorts. “I’ll be quick then. You okay?”
You nod.
“Good.” She spreads her hands out, open. “Anything you need, now’s the time.”
“I’m fine,” you start to say, before eyes widening as you remember something. “No-one has come asking for me, have they?”
She frowns. “No... You expecting someone?”
You breath a sigh of relief. “No, no, just paranoid. Thanks.”
“Right,” she nods, eyeing you curiously, before turning to go. “I’ll keep an ear out.” And with a slap of her hand on the number pad, the door slides shut again.
You move instantly, frantically fumbling through the nest for the communicator. The holo lights up with the image of him pacing back and forth with his form tense, arms folded, and head lowered.
“Din,” you breathe, the needy ache between your legs growing.
He stops pacing and snaps his head towards you.
You swallow. “She’s gone.”
He comes close to the holo until only his lower stomach is in view, his hardness standing at attention. “Present,” he snarls.
His dominance sends a rush of slick between your legs, a whine rising in your throat. You follow your natural instinct to present, getting on all fours, arching your back down low, and spreading your legs so he can see everything.
For a moment he says nothing, and there’s just the static sound of his panting.
Is he stroking himself? “Alpha, please,” you moan, slick running down the inside of your thigh.
“You want my cock inside you, don’t you?”
“Yes!” you tip your head back, rocking yourself on all fours. “Please!”
“Fuck, so do I. I want it so bad and you’re right there and I can’t.”
You rock back more, whimpering. “I’m so empty.”
He groans.
“Please, Alpha, please.”
“Just... just finger yourself.”
Disappointment floods through you, even though you know it’s the best you can do for yourself right now. Stiffly, you reach a hand between your legs.
“Show me your slick.”
You part your pussy more for him and run a finger through it.
“Fuck. I have to taste you again.”
You bury your face into the nest as your fingers begin working your pussy. “Oh.” A moan escapes you.
“When I find you,” he pants, “I’m going to have you against a wall again.”
You moan louder.
“And then bent over something.”
“Yes.”
“Closest fucking waist-high surface,” he snarls.
You grit your teeth as a wave of pleasure moves through you. “Oh fuck, oh please!”
“My teeth on your fucking neck.”
Bliss fills your body at the thought. “Claiming me,” you breathe. “I want you to.”
“Uh huh,” he grunts.
“I mean it, Din. It’s all I’ve been thinking about for weeks.” And it has been. The entire time you’ve been away from him, all you’ve been thinking about, is being with him again. It feels like where you belong, and you’ve been dying not being able to tell him in person.
“Me too,” he rumbles, voice low and soft, and warmth blooms within your chest. “Me too, little thief. I...”
You swallow back your relief. Thank the stars, you would never have had the courage to just come out and say it if you weren’t in heat, but now, he knows, and he still wants it too.
“I’m so close,” you moan.
“I see that,” he pants.
You spread your legs wider for him. “It’s all for you, Alpha. All of it.”
“Shit,” he curses, panting louder. “Then come for me, Omega. That’s an order.”
You reach the peak of your orgasm with a cry of his name, submitting to his order like the good Omega you want to be for him.
“Ah, fuck, I need to be inside you,” he groans and pants as he comes, and you look down between your legs to see him on the holo, his cock still in frame as he grips his knot, bent forward kneeling on the bunk and shooting his seed onto his sheets.
A second orgasm wracks through your body at the sight. What you wouldn’t give to receive his spend inside you right now and fulfil exactly what your body is craving. Instead, you can only watch in desire and despair as it all goes to waste.
As your legs give out, you roll over onto your front, perching the holo on a pillow in front of you. Din has his head buried in his sheets, and as you watch, he pushes himself back up into a kneeling position, his bare chest glistening with sweat. His cock is already hard again.
“I meant it,” you say.
The blue pixels of the holo shift with slight movement of his helmet. He nods. “So did I.”
The aftermath of your heat comes too fast and too slow all at once. You could talk to Din for days and not get bored, but you’ve been breathing in nothing but your own pheromones and scent for days, and your skin is crawling with the urge to shower.
So when your new Omega friend knocks on the door next, you finally muster up the energy to get up.
All of your sheets are stained with slick. Without much else choice, you find the least offensive one and wrap it around your sore, naked form, and trawl your way through the den.
It’s not until after your shower that you remember your communicator is still in the nest.
You rush back, fully dressed and cleaned, and rummage through the nest until you find it - out of charge.
It’s unclear in your memory when exactly the holo cut out, between talking to Din, or during your sleep, but your heart hammers in your chest at the thought of Din seeing the holo end for no reason, and realising you were gone.
You plug it in to charge and wait anxiously for it to turn back on.
Finally it lights up, and you find a message waiting for you.
Stay.
You almost laugh.
I’m not a dog, you respond back, and then add, Yes, Alpha.
“Boss? Boss!”
You turn around and find the new Omega rushing into the room, eyes wide. “There’s a Mandalorian here to see you. An Alpha.”
You stand. “Did you see him?”
She shakes her head. “Anuma warned me. She’s talking to him now, I think.”
You nod. “Best to stay inside.”
“It’s him, isn’t it?” she asks. “The Alpha you were mumbling about in your heat? He’s here for you.”
Heat rushes to you face, and you brush past her. “Maybe.” You hope so. “Go to the others. No-one goes in or out until Anuma gives the go ahead. Full lockdown, just in case, okay?”
She nods, getting that hard look in her eyes, and turns down the hall on your orders.
You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. Then, closing your eyes, you try and slow your heart beating its way out of your chest. If it’s Din outside... fuck it. You can’t bear another second behind this door.
You push down the handle and step outside. The air isn’t much better than within, and as you fill your lungs with that familiar dirt-poor street scent, you pick up the calming tones of Anuma’s beta scent, and then, the Alpha’s.
Your eyes fly open.
Paz Vizsla stands on the darkened street, one hand on his blaster as he talks down to a very furious looking Anuma.
“I have no interest in shutting down your operation.”
“What operation?” Anuma shrugs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
It happens suddenly - the breeze shifts, and the bounty hunter catches your scent. He stiffens and raises his visor towards you, noticing you peeking out from the door.
Fuck.
Then, movement out of the corner of your eye - a second figure emerges from the shadows.
There’s a scar down his face, but in the light, you immediately recognise him.
Cold fear runs down your spine. It’s the Alpha, the one who came to collect you. You should run.
A wicked growl erupts from his chest. He grins. “There she is.”
Paz glances back at him, and nods.
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