Jazz sealed the seam of the collar with a small blow torch. It was a thin bad, easily hidden by his armour, not that he was wearing armour now. That was the challenge. For a vorn, he was Jazz’s pet as he carried his offspring. Until the vorn was up, Prowl could not raise a challenge of his own. For a vorn, he was a live in slave. It was fortunate, they already lived together. They had not planned for if the newspark reabsorbed. Prowl supposed Jazz would try to breed him again since he was Prowl’s master for the vorn regardless. At Jazz’s order, the first thing Prowl did was strip off his armour and climb into Jazz’s berth. How intense the Polyhexian intended to be throughout the mega-cycle, Prowl did not know but he learned quickly that he was not going to give Prowl slack. When Prowl tried to go to work after just grabbing a quick cube of pressed energon, Jazz had him on his knees, spike down his throat. If he did not want to go to work with litres of transluids in his belly, Prowl was going to have to eat a proper breakfast. It was weird not knowing what he would actually prefer.
He went to work and his processor seamlessly shifted to enforcer matters. It would be stellar-cycles before Prowl carrying, if it even stuck, was a problem here. Prowl reviewed the case at the top of his queue and blended into the fabric of Iacon. From second-in-command of the Autobot army to just another detective; Prowl was never entirely sure if it bothered him or not. There was a notification from Jazz in his inbox when he left, well after dark. Prowl drove to the desolate strip and then at the sight of Jazz’s headlights, he took off sirens blazing. Jazz gave chase as Prowl had known he would. He was caught, as he had known he would be. Victorious again, Jazz carried Prowl into the warehouse and cuffed Prowl to the waiting berth with his own stasis cuffs. Instead of stripping him, Jazz popped Prowl’s hood and stole his modesty panel. He liked fragging Prowl when he was in his enforcer armour, especially when that string of code was still active.
“Wee-oow, wee-oow!” Prowl’s sirens wailed as Jazz filled him with a single thrust of his hips.
Jazz panted into Prowl’s neck as he fragged him, sirens wailing on and on. He squeeze Prowl’s wells through the gab his his hood and fragged him hard. Prowl’s glossa lulled out of his mouth as those twin spike drilled deep into his belly again and again. There would be dents where Jazz held his thighs and elsewhere on the wrecked mech’s frame, but Prowl would not complain. When his enforcer code was still active, Prowl liked it especially rough and Jazz liked to spike him within an inch of his life. The saboteur used his strong digits to peel back the edge of Prowl’s armour so he could see his slave’s collar. His aft ached from Jazz spanking it as he fragged it, but the enforcer leaned back into each blow. Eventualy, he collapsed onto the berth exhausted, Jazz having given him all that he had wanted and more than he could take. A transport drove them home. There had been no hiding what a wreck Jazz had made of him and Prowl was too tired to consider being embarrassed.
“‘M bein’ deployed to Polyhex for a few stellar-cycles,” Jazz told him later. “Think ya can take a leave?”
“Why not a transfer?” Prowl asked.
“I don’t want ya workin’ the beat in Polyhex,” Jazz replied. “Not until I get it sorted.”
It was more than a deployment. Jazz had been designated in-term governor. Less than a cover, it was more like Jazz had two jobs. With Darkmount purged of Decepticons, the native Polyhexians had come out of the woodwork determined to reclaim their old ways. One of those ways, Prowl learned was unique interface dynamics. Prowl flushed as Jazz led him through the ballroom, decked out in strands of jewels and nothing else. Clamps on his nozzles were connected by a golden chain strung with fine jewels. There was a jewel plug in his aft and his valve folds, pierced with rows of looks, were tied together with ribbons. Every couple was some variation of this. The dominant partner wore armour, the other wore jewels and no one seemed displeased with their lot. Prowl sat with some of the subs for a period and they complimented his aesthetic. Giving Jazz the credit was the correct thing to do from their responses. Iacon had labelled the leadership in Polyhex to be Decepticon sympathizers due to these vary practices. They wanted Jazz to root them out without understanding that these were the old ways and the ways these mechanisms wanted.
“I need to leave ya, a little longer, Pet,” Jazz told Prowl, reaching around to undo the ribbon tying his fold together. He slipped a vibrator inside of him and tied his valve shut again. Prowl moaned and squirmed as it started to vibrate. “Can’t let yer spark get too cold.”
“He’s a proper Polyhexian,” one of the subs said. “For all he serves Iacon.”
“He won’t let Polyhex be subjugated,” Prowl assured them, trying not to moan too much.
It seemed like there was for Prowl to do was be fragged and looked pretty. He might have resisted it more but Jazz was so attentive Prowl tended to forget he had cause to be annoyed. Darkmount had been demolish and the governor’s palace had been built in the new capital. There were gardens spilling off every floor and no one questioned if Prowl had the right to tend to them. He liked the gardens, which reminded him of Praxus, though they were not at all the same as the Helix garden. Tending to them gave him something to do that would not compromise Jazz’s mission. His belly grew as stellar-cycles passed and Jazz’s deployment was extended. There was no question that Jazz had bred him successfully. It was a set of twins, according to the medic. Jazz ordered Prowl between his legs, perhaps to keep Prowl’s mouth occupied as he met with his twin, a former Decepticon agent. Ricochet had another Decepticon of Praxian origin as his sub. Barricade warmed his spike with is mouth as Prowl did Jazz’s while they discussed Ricochet’s work.
“He’s workin’ for me,” Jazz assured Prowl later. “He’s sniffin’ out all the pockets o’ Decepticon resistance ‘n gettin’ rid o’m.”
The Command trine came from the rebuilt Aerie and stopped in their tracks when they saw Prowl and his swollen belly sprawled on Jazz’s lap, transfluids oozing from his valve and sheath. Jazz was called governor but Prowl realized he had become Polyhex’s warlord. Offers to uphold his control of Polyhex were dismissed with a laugh. What did Jazz need Seekers and Vos for when he had the greatest processor in Cybertron on his lap. Had this always been his plan? Was it even a bad plan? Polyhex had been oppressed by Decepticons, now Iacon wanted to oppress them in the designation of propriety. If they had tried to recall Jazz, he had not answered. Polyhex thrived as they returned to the ways of their ancestors. Subs were protected from abuse by the law. Contracts between Dom and Sub had to serve both mechanisms equally. From all Prowl could see, which was admittedly limited, the population were happy.
“I thought you believed in the Autobot cause,” Prowl asked later.
“I stopped believin’ when they stopped believin’ in ya,” Jazz told him. “They won’t come for us, Pet. I can turn the Autobase into a fireball from here. ‘N I made sure they know it.”
I am super excited—and you might be wondering why. Well, I was mid-editing when I suddenly realized that Chapter 2 had a ton of if statements and branches.
As many of you know, I’m creating this game entirely from my mobile phone. Yes, it may look like a tablet, but it’s actually a phone. I’m currently using QuickEdit, and I just discovered that there’s a play button at the bottom of the screen—meaning I can actually playtest the game directly!
The good news? I passed both randomtest and quicktest! Yes, I fixed over fifty errors; now, this chapter is ready to go live at any moment. That makes me incredibly happy. When I published Chapter 1 a month ago, I literally read over my IF fifty times. But this time, no need for that.
I haven’t decided on a release date yet, but just know: The update is done. It’s here with me.
As for DG’s prologue, I still haven’t decided exactly what I want to do with it. Like I said, the prologue is completed—it’s a short read at around 8k words, but a good amount of stuff happens in there. It’ll probably take about fourteen minutes to get through.
And honestly, I do believe the opening of any IF/book/novel/series sets the tone. It’s what tells the reader—or viewer—whether they’re in it for the long haul. So I definitely want you all to get a taste of the prologue and see if you’re willing to come down this rabbit hole with me, lol.
For DG, all that’s left is fixing some errors, running final tests, and creating some kind of cover for it…
But yeah! You guys—I’m so fricking happy! 💃💃
Anyway, I hope everyone’s week went well—mine was crap, lol.
Summary: You hide under the table, pleasing Mando while he talks business with Karga. He's going to punish you for being so shameless later, on his ship.
Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader
Word count: 4.7k
Warnings: no plot - just smut, 18+ mdni, oral (m receiving), helmet stays on, choking, edging (m and f), unprotected sex (p in v), handcuffs, hard dom!din, sub!reader, possessive!din, jealous!din, rough sex, female fingering, semi-public sex acts, degradation kink, humiliation kink, exhibition kink, dirty talk...
A/n: Many thanks for the love you've showed to Cherry Liqueur! Here's my second one shot. As always, I hope you enjoy it!
Divider: @saradika-graphics
The cantina on Nevarro is dark and busy tonight. It’s full of bounty hunters and the sun has already set. As always, the sun drops fast on this forsaken planet.
When you and Mando enter inside, you feel all eyes on you two, eyes that are both scared by his daunting presence but also attracted to you, the beautiful woman by his side. You feel safe as you know they wouldn’t dare touch you, they know how possessive and dangerous the Mandalorian is. His hand is wrapped around your waist for everyone to see. You are walking in front of him towards an empty private booth, separated from the others by wooden walls, waiting for the Guild Master, with whom Mando has a meeting to collect his bounties and to receive the pucks of the next quarries.
The discrete booth is perfect for giving the two of them enough privacy to discuss delicate matters about their business, without the risk of anyone else to hear… or see.
This time you want to dare, you want more than just massaging his erection under the table from outside his pants. You want to push his boundaries to the limit, to see where he dares to go.
You are caressing his inner thigh, already teasing him, when you come up with a nasty thought.
"I want to suck your dick while you're talking business with Karga." you whisper in his neck, moving your hand from his thigh to his growing erection.
He tilts the helmet towards you and you smile provocatively in response.
"I want to see if you can keep your cool while I wrap my lips around you." you bite your lip as the thought makes your heart beat faster.
His hand, wrapped in his leather glove, is brushing your thigh, caressing your soft skin slowly, climbing up to the hem of your skirt and giving you shivers as he gets closer to where you want him the most.
"That would be" he pauses as his hand slides to your inner thigh, your legs spreading for him, "very dangerous, you know that?" he whispers, grinning behind his helmet, pleased by the reaction of your body to his touch, and by your hand delicately brushing the bulge in his pants.
"Yes it is. What if he finds me there, under the table, with your dick deep in my throat? What would he think of his best bounty hunter doing such a perverse thing?" you keep going on massaging the cock you can’t wait to have in your mouth.
He grunts and you can feel his dick throbbing. He's excited at the thought, and you know it.
"He's going to be here in a few moments." That's all he says as he slides one of his fingers into your panties and rubs a few circles around your clit, earning a gasp from you. It sounds like an invitation to you.
"Relax and enjoy my mouth. All you need to do is to be the same Mando as always. Will you do that?" you purr into his neck.
He lets out an aroused sigh at the thought, at your sensual voice, at your hand brushing his cock, at what is about to happen.
"Maker, you’re such a slut-" he can't even finish the phrase, you are between his legs already, trafficking with his utility belt to unfasten it.
It would be impossible for anyone else in the cantina to see you there. You are also shielded by Mando’s legs, preventing Karga from ever being able to feel your presence there.
You take his dick out and as you expected, you find it rock hard. You admire his thickness in your hands, your pussy clenching in anticipation of what's to come.
You start by sliding your tongue up and down the shaft, and you feel it twitching in pleasure when he feels your warm, delicate touch. He adjusts himself, sinking into the booth and letting out a sigh that you could barely hear through the modulator.
You continue to softly brush it with your touch, alternating your tongue and your lips, covering its shaft in kisses and trailing your tongue up and down. You want him to only be able to feel your delicate, hot mouth on his cock, so you rest your hands on your thighs.
Mando breathes quietly, and just enjoys the view of you worshipping his cock.
"Fuck" he whispers in complete bliss, completely absorbed by the sight and feel of you between his legs, acting so shameless in public only for him to see, to realise that his Guild Master has entered the cantina and is walking towards your booth.
"Mando!" you hear Karga's familiar voice approaching. "How are you doing tonight?" he asks as he walks inside the booth and sits in front of him, right behind you. You start to feel a tingle of excitement at the thought that he could find you there if he just elongated his legs a little more.
Before Mando can answer, you wet your lips and slowly start to slide the tip of his cock into your mouth, massaging it with your tongue. You want to take your time, slowly increasing the pleasure to see how he handles it.
His cock twitches and he chokes a grunt.
"Fine." he replies, keeping it under control.
"And where is your lovely companion?" Karga asks as he doesn't see you by Mando's side as always.
"O-on the ship." He can barely keep his focus as you are swirling your soft tongue around the head of his dick, all the concentration goes from his brain to his cock, making him falter.
"Are you ok Mando? Is something wrong?" Karga asks in a murmur, genuinely concerned.
You start kissing his favourite spot, the frenulum connecting the tip with the shaft. He's so sensitive over there.
"Just t-tired. Fuck." he stutters as he tries to appear the same, cold blooded, laconic Mando as always.
You can just imagine the look on Karga's face. He knows something's not right.
"Tell me the truth, Mando." His voice is serious and as he gets closer to him, you feel his elbows lean on the table right above you "Is your beautiful lady letting you rest enough?” he whispers, barely audible, before bursting in a laugh.
Mando's whole body goes rigid at the thought of Karga imagining you naked and getting railed. You are his, you only belong to him. He doesn’t like the idea of any other man imagining you in a way he does not agree to.
The thought of his jealousy drives you crazy, and you feel the urge to touch yourself, so you slide your hand up your skirt and move your soaking wet panties to one side, revealing your dripping core to the dirty floor. You start by touching your clit. It’s so swollen and sensitive, and you’re so aroused, your slick is generously coating your pussy, only adding to the already overwhelming pleasure. Your mouth turns more rigid and Mando notices. He knows you’re now touching yourself as you’re sucking his dick, all while he has to appear the same badass bounty hunter as always, and the thought makes him dizzy, so dizzy in fact, that he can’t articulate a proper response.
"This- is not-" he tries to say but all he can think of is your tongue, delicately massaging that perfect spot, while you’re giving yourself pleasure kneeling in front of him. He chokes his cursing and plants his hand firmly on the table. You feel him throb into your mouth. He’s losing his mind over this dangerous game played between the two of you.
Karga bursts into laughter “I get it, I get it, my bad. Let’s talk business.” says as he gathers the credits and the new pucks from his belt.
You slide two fingers inside of your entrance and start to desperately and pathetically fuck yourself while you try to keep the rhythm of your tongue around his tip, knowing that you have to be quiet, knowing that Mando is the one at risk of being caught, while you’re safely shielded by his legs.
Mando’s never been more grateful for the helmet he's wearing. He's completely ignoring Karga who is going on talking about the next quarries, showing him the pucks and briefly describing them and the last place where they were spotted. Mando stays diligently still, his eyes are closed under the helmet, and he's zoning out of the conversation, completely focused on the pleasure you’re giving him and feels by the irregular rhythm of your licks that you’re close to your orgasm.
"Fine, give them all to me. Just-" he clenches his hand into a fist as you take it all in your throat and start deepthroating him to distract yourself from your imminent orgasm, not wanting to cum just yet.
"We could do this another day if you-"
"Fuck” he grits, interrupting him “No. Y-you stay right there and k-keep going." he growls.
“Fine, fine. Not going anywhere. Damn, you’re nervous today.”
There's something even more intimate about this than the secret pleasure you're giving him. You are making the infamous Mandalorian bounty hunter falter with just your mouth. You're making him vulnerable, piercing through his armour with your adoring mouth only. The man under all that, that's always in control of everything, dominating over you, now can't do anything else but sink into your hot mouth and let you give him pleasure the way you want to. It's you who is in control right now, and he can't do anything to stop that.
Words cannot describe how much you are loving this and how wet you are. You can feel your slick completely coating your inner thighs and your hand down to your knuckle. You feel the overwhelming sensation of the orgasm growing deeper and deeper inside of you, so you take as much of him in your mouth as you can to suffocate your moans. Your other hand grips tight to the back of his thigh…
And you cum.
Your vision turns black, and your body is traversed by a devastating force, a blaze, setting your whole body on fire. You sink into him in complete bliss, muffling your moans on his cock, sucking it hard in your mouth, your choked breath brushes the dark curls at the base of his shaft, letting him know this way that you’ve reached your climax.
You’re having an orgasm on the dirty floor of a filthy cantina full of bounty hunters on a forsaken planet, while sucking the cock of a Mandalorian that is discussing business with his Guild Master, who could find out about this all at any moment. The adrenaline rush of your thoughts blends with the mind-blowing power of your orgasm, making your mind dizzy, gripping him even tighter, digging into his tense muscles, afraid but at the same time thrilled at the thought of losing control.
As the feeling gradually fades away and you regain control over yourself, you pass your hand over your pussy and inner thighs to collect your slick and start slowly massaging his dick with it, letting him know how aroused you are when you act this filthy. You give him a few strokes just with your hand to coat him completely, and only then you wrap your lips around him once again and start licking his sensitive spot while you keep stroking his length with your wet hand.
"So here's your credits" Karga puts them on the table and slides them towards Mando. "Count them. It's for all the quarries you're handing today, plus" he sighs "what I didn't have last time."
You realise he is close to his orgasm when you feel his legs stiffen up. He’s dying to rock his hips to push his cock further into your throat, but he can’t, he has to stay perfectly still and rely on your movements only. You push it deep back in your throat and start moving your head up and down, as he would do if he could grab your hair.
The Mandalorian is completely subjugated by your mouth, the overwhelming feeling of his imminent orgasm makes him falter, he suffocates a grunt between his teeth as he slams his hand on the table.
You feel his cock pulsing and immediately starts pumping his white, hot load into your mouth and throat. You swallow, delighted by the fact that you've managed to make him cum like this, while he's working, in a dangerous place, and keep milking him until the last drop has come out. You lick him completely clean, tasting both his and your orgasms on his cock.
"Fine, fine, I'll count them for you." Karga goes on counting the credits in front of the empty armour, as the man inside of it is somewhere else, under that table, inside your mouth, spurting his seed into it.
"All good." he says, making a huge effort right after his orgasm, his cock still pulsing in your mouth.
"Well" Karga puts his hands on the table "I think it's time for me to leave. Say hello to your beautiful lady when you see her, wherever she is. And please, get some rest.” he chuckles as he gets up and leaves.
When Mando sees Karga has left the building, he looks at you tucking his spent cock back in his pants. He nods and you come out and sit close to him.
"Fuck. I need to punish you for being such a whore. Sucking my cock like that, touching yourself so close to Karga. You'll regret this when we get back to the ship." his voice is a coarse growl, and his words ignite you once again, like a flame running from your chest to your core.
"Yes, Mando, make me regret it because I loved it so much, I want to do that again." your voice sounds so deep and sensual as you pass two fingers on your lips and bring them into your mouth, sucking them and letting out a barely audible moan, all while looking at him straight into his visor.
He grabs your throat and you softly mewl in arousal, looking at him with lustful eyes.
"Stop taunting me, pretty girl." he growls as he slowly lowers you on the booth with his hand wrapped around your throat, while the other one holds your legs up in a tight grip, your knees against his shoulder. He lowers his upper body on yours. Now you're face to face with his helmet.
"Do it. Punish me. Here. In front of everyone." you whisper, barely audible, as you take your tits out of your dress and start squeezing them.
"If you didn't just make me cum in your throat, I'd fuck you right here, right now." he starts sliding his hand between your legs, you gradually spreading them as it goes, slowly running towards your hot core.
You hiss and bite your lip as he slides two gloved fingers inside of you, while he tightens the grip on your throat to block your air flux so you can't scream. You let out a choked moan.
"Such a whore. Feel how wet you are. Laying there, with your pretty tits hanging out. Shameless. Getting fingered in this dirty ass cantina. What if someone comes in and finds you like this, huh? Would you like it?" his thick fingers keep digging deep inside of you.
Your back arches and your pussy clenches around his fingers at the thought of someone seeing you like this, with his fingers buried deep inside of you, your almost naked body under his, his hand around your throat. His.
"Yeah, you do." he whispers, grinning under his helmet, pleased at the way your body responds to his teasing. "Stars, you look so beautiful like this - at my mercy, helpless and obedient like a good girl. I could make you cum like this, we both know that, but I won't. You need to learn how to behave." He takes his fingers out and puts them into your mouth. You taste both the salty of your arousal and the leather of his gloves, letting your tongue slide all the way to his knuckle, without ever interrupting eye contact.
"Get up, whore. Let's go back to my ship." he growls, slapping one of your breasts and releasing the grip on your throat.
"Cover yourself." he orders as he gets up.
You obey, sticking your breasts back inside your dress and getting up, fixing your hair and dress. You feel dizzy and shaky, his hand is wrapped around your waist once again as you walk out of the cantina. You walk through the empty, dark streets of Nevarro until you get to the ship, where you get in.
As soon as the ramp closes behind you, you find yourself pinned against the steel wall, your whole body banging against it, Beskar hitting you from behind. He is grabbing your wrists in his iron grip, parallel to your head, and spreading your legs using his feet. His erection is rock hard against your ass.
"Fuck. Fuck. Yes. Like this." you whisper as he rocks his hips rubbing his erection on your ass, moaning shamelessly in your ear. The voice through his helmet is sharp and raspy and you can't help gasping, completely out of breath, your body pressed between the steel wall of his ship and his beskar armor.
"Like this? Pretty girl, look at you. So hungry and desperate for my cock” his voice sounds even darker now, whispered softly into your neck.
"I want you, Mando" you beg "so fucking bad" you rock your hips too, rubbing your butt against his rock hard erection, earning a gasp from the Mandalorian behind you.
His grip on your wrists tightens and he lowers them behind your back, handcuffing you. He slides his hands under your dress, taking your soaked panties off, and turns you around.
He hums in pleasure as he grips your throat with one of his hands, looking at your eyes filled with lust for him.
"On your knees. Now." his voice is dark and peremptory. He's back in charge and he knows it. You obey his order, lowering yourself back on your knees, looking at him from your submissive spot. The visor of the helmet looks into you as he takes off his gloves.
He takes his time working on the utility belt and his pants to take his cock out. When he does, you just admire how achingly beautiful and thick it is, hard and throbbing at the thought of you. He holds your head still and slides it in your mouth, slowly, tasting the sweet welcome of your velvety tongue massaging its tip, making him groan. He starts thrusting into your mouth slowly, to get to get it wet, and only then, he starts fucking your hole recklessly, thrusting into you violently, at an unbelievable rhythm, pushing it deep inside of your throat.
His moans of pleasure make your denied pussy clench hysterically. You wish he was fucking your pussy like this. When you feel he's getting closer to his orgasm, he pulls out, panting.
"That was close" he chuckles sadistically as he grabs his cock into his hand, squeezing a drop of precum out.
Hearing him chuckling, seeing him edging himself using your mouth it's too much, and you let out a whimper. He knows exactly what to do when he wants to punish you. You are so unbelievably aroused, you feel your slick running down your inner thighs and your legs start to shake.
He ignores your desperation and slides it back in your mouth, this time using you for his pleasure, as he stays still and pushes your head, gripping a handful of your hair in his hands. He gets on the edge of his orgasm once again, screaming loudly as he gets closer and closer to it, managing to pull it out before it's too late. His self control is so admirable, you don't know how he manages to get so close and then stop all of a sudden. It only makes you even more aroused, knowing he can control his body in such a flawless way.
"Fuck. Your mouth is too good. But I don't want to cum in there. I want to fuck you like you deserve. Little slut." his voice is now a guttural growl, sounding more and more depraved as he goes on edging himself.
"Please, please, do it, put it in my pussy, I need it so badly, please" you whimper as you stare at his glistening erection. Your whole body is shaking in desperation.
"Look at you. Crying begging for my cock. Do you want it in your little pussy?" He slaps your face with it, spreading all the saliva coating it all over your face.
"Yes! Yes pl-" he doesn't let you finish, he sticks it again in your mouth.
"I didn't hear you" he chuckles, taunting you and your desperation.
Hearing him having fun this way, teasing and treating you like an object, drives you mad, and you'd do anything to get his dick inside your throbbing cunt.
You just moan desperately as you can't articulate words.
He growls and takes it out. You're both panting.
"Say it. Beg for it like a good girl." he pulls your hair so you can look at him in his visor.
"I want you to fuck my pussy and fill it with your cum, please Mando please!" you beg him, looking at him with tears in your eyes, your face is glistening in saliva and precum. Knowing that he's the one who reduced you like this, a whimpering mess, begging for his cock on your knees, looking so adorable while doing it, drives him wild.
"Damn, you look incredible like this. Stars, you're stunning. Pretty girl, I can use you as much as I want." he whispers while sliding the tip of his cock on your lips.
"Yes - I'm yours. Use me as you please." you answer whispering to him.
He cups your face in his hand and lowers his head, his Beskar forehead on yours.
"Fuck. You're my obedient little girl. Now turn around and bend for me."
You obey and bend in front of him, arching your back, your face touches the ground and your ass is raised.
"Fuck - spread your legs. Let me see how wet you are"
You do and he hums in pleasure. He goes on his knees and widens your pussy and takes a good look at the arousal that is coating you, dripping down your inner thighs. He's entranced by that sight and sticks his thumb inside of you. You bite your lip to muffle the scream of pleasure coming from his touch.
"Screaming like this just for one finger? Damn, you're pathetic." he mocks you.
He takes his cock in his hand and starts teasing your entrance, allowing just the tip to go inside, then taking it out and having fun sliding on it to hear the wet sounds of your pussy and your cries. Your body is shaking, achingly needy, and he is loving it.
He puts it in slowly, to let you adjust to his size. He feels it clench it around him, you're pathetically close already, but he won't let you cum that fast.
He stops moving when he is completely inside of you. You're both panting as the stimulation provided by each other would make you both cum within seconds.
"Calm down pretty girl. We are just getting started." He caresses your back.
After a few deep breaths, he starts thrusting into you with violent, regular thrusts. The noise of his hips against your ass and your moans is all you can hear.
"That's what you fucking deserve. Fuck - Blowing me under the table like that, making me cum in your throat during a business meeting. Whore. You are my whore." he growls in between thrusts.
When you feel you're close to your orgasm and start screaming out of control, he takes it out, earning a loud scream of desperation and disappointment.
"No! Fuck! Put it back in, Mando! Make me cum! Make me cum! Please!" you're completely hysterical, crying, screaming and cursing at him, begging for release.
He chuckles, both amused and aroused at how desperate you are for his cock.
"Maker - listen to you" he starts stroking his wet cock in front of you as you look at him, shaking your pussy in desperate need of release.
"Hear that? Fuck, you made it so wet." he moans hard for you to listen "Look at how hard it is, and how it slides into my hand. Damn, you wish I was fucking your little pussy like this, don't you?"
"Yes. Please, please put it in and fuck me like that, please." you're on the verge of tears.
He puts the tip inside of your cunt and starts stroking it, teasing you once again.
"You know I could cum in your pretty pussy just like this? Could fill you up with my cum, leaving you unsatisfied, begging for me? Leaving you like that, handcuffed on the floor, with your cum dripping down your legs? F-fuck-" the thought of it makes him get dangerously close to his orgasm, so he stops jerking himself off.
"Don't" you cry "please, please, please I'm on my knees begging for you to fuck me" you cry loudly.
He grips your hips even tighter and gives one deep thrust, then stops. His whole body is shaking and he is panting.
Your greedy, needy cunt clenches around him, not wanting to let him go.
"Fuck" he pants "You want this cock so badly, I c-can feel it. You don't want me to stop fucking you, r-right?" he growls.
"Yeah" you whisper, completely subjugated by his thick cock throbbing inside of you. "Not ever. I'm yours. I'm your slave."
When he hears that, he starts jackhammering into you and he hits that perfect spot that makes your brain default, reducing you once again to a pathetic, screaming mess, begging him not to stop.
"I won't stop fucking you until you cum, pretty girl. C-can't ever get enough of you."
He digs his hands into your hips so hard it will give you bruises but you don't care. Your face is laying down on the cold steel floor of his ship, your eyes are rolling out of pleasure and your mouth is wide open, letting out wild screams. Mando slides one of his hands on your clit and starts rubbing it. The hot sensation of the orgasm is building up in your core, and you are getting tighter and tighter and you can feel and hear how much Mando is enjoying it. He is grunting and panting.
"Cum. Cum on my cock. Let me feel it." he growls.
And you do.
You let out desperate groans of pleasure, your whole body is shaking and your cunt is clamping around his cock in its desperate, rhythmic grip, a grip so strong that Mando chokes a groan and can't do nothing but cum and fill you with his hot seed. Fuck, you feel like you don't have control on your body anymore. You are shaking and drooling and screaming as the Mandalorian fucks you through your orgasms.
When he's done releasing, he doesn't take it out. He's completely out of breath and panting, but he doesn't stop rubbing your clit.
"Give me another one, mesh'la." His cock is still throbbing deep inside of you, as the feeling of oversensitivity leaves for a new wave of arousal. You are so spent, your body stays completely still, as his hand quickly gets you over the edge once again.
"Yes. Yes. Cum on the cold floor of my ship like the little slut that you are." he is so pleased to know he pulled another orgasm from you so quickly, hearing you moaning loudly, out of control, and feeling you clenching hard around his cock, still hard inside of you.
You are now completely debilitated, a hot mess on his ship's floor.
As he takes it out, his seed starts to drip down your inner thighs, while your pussy is still clenching in aftershock, your whole body is shaking, you're panting and your face is a wet mess of tears, sweat and saliva, your hair sticks to it.
He sits on the floor behind you, catching his breath, watching your wrecked cunt letting his seed drip down your legs, pleased at the way he reduced you.
