He had thought taking you for months now, but he’s scared of the rejection or that you’ll make fun of him being a virgin.
He constantly imagining you underneath him as he pleasures himself in the refresher.
Eventually when he does tell you, you’re understanding and willing to take it as slow as possible for him.
He eats you out first, and he moans into your pussy like he’s been starved from it. You walk him through all the angles of where to suck and lick.
Eventually, when he’s ready, he finally fucks you. It’s slow at first, he’s even shaking from how tight and warm you feel.
When he finally gets his rhythm, he just starts hammering into you, mumbling out praises in Mando'a about how good you feel.
When he comes, it’s a huge load. He even surprised himself with how much he came. If it’s inside you or on you, he’s saying how pretty you look with his cum on you/in you.
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Rating: 18+, NSFW
Word Count: 5k+
Summary: Din’s promise of a next time leads to another first for the both of you.
Warnings: Language, some fluff, ANGST, slow burn, SMUT, slight breeding kink, cum play, dirty talk, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP!), oral (female receiving)
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You woke to a gentle nudge. It took you a moment to remember where you were and what had transpired earlier. You noticed that you had several blankets covering you, keeping you warm, and looked up at the shine of light on you. You held up your hand to shield yourself from the brightness, and you heard a click before the light went out.
“Time to get up, cyar’ika,” Din spoke through the modulator, helmet once again firmly on his head. You groaned as you sat up and clutched the blanket to your chest, eyes adjusting to the familiar darkness. You noticed a slight glow coming from the refresher and realized that it was a little lamp that he must have found and turned on while you were asleep.
“How long was I asleep?” you questioned, wrapping the blankets around you, feeling a cold chill on your shoulders.
“Not very long, about two hours or so,” he replied. “We need to find out why the ship’s power went out.” You nodded and stood up on shaky legs, feeling the ache from the carnal acts you both had partaken in several hours ago. You felt him place some clothes in your arms and thanked him.
“Close your eyes for a moment; I’ll turn on the flashlight so you can get dressed,” he stated. You nodded your head and shut your eyes, seeing the light flick on through your eyelids. You opened your eyes slowly and saw that he had angled his helmet down to prevent the light from shining directly into your eyes. The angle was making him look down at your body that was still hidden away under the blankets.
“I have my eyes closed, cyar’ika,” he said respectfully, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable under his gaze. You both haven’t seen each other naked yet, only felt it, so it warmed your heart knowing he was being a gentleman. You smiled and dropped the blanket before quickly pulling your clothes on. You tapped him on the shoulder once you were fully dressed, and he lifted the helmet, carefully making sure that the light still avoided your eyes.
“I found a lamp and some flashlights we can use to figure out what’s wrong with the Crest,” he stated as he moved his head to face a box that had some flashlights on it. You walked over to it and picked one of the flashlights, clicking it on.
“You can turn that off now if you want,” you said, referring to the flashlight on his helmet. He shook his head.
“I’m going to check on the cockpit to see if it’s faulty wiring; if you could check the reactor.”
“Shall do,” you replied as you both made your way up the ladder and went in opposite directions, him towards the cockpit and you towards the captive storage and reactor room access. You walked through the storage and manually unlocked the door that separated you from the reactor room. You heard the hiss of the door opening, and you walked into the reactor room. You let out a sigh once you saw that it was not running. You groaned and stepped closer to investigate things, spotting a broken catalyst.
Dank farrik.
There was no easy way to fix it, which meant that you would need to get it for the Crest to power up. You unhooked the broken part and let out another sigh as you walked out of the reactor room and towards the cockpit.
“I found what was wrong,” you said to him as you held out the catalyst. “We’re going to need a new one.” He groaned at the dreaded thought of having to go to a shipyard to get such a small piece to power the ship and get off the kriffing planet. He did not want to leave you and the Child alone on board the vessel, especially without any power or heating. But he knew he would have to bring you both along. He did not want to put either of you in danger, especially with the Child having a target on its back. The close call he had on Sorgan left a sour taste in his mouth, and he did not want to risk encountering more bounty hunters. He was left with no choice.
“You’re both coming with me,” he said sternly. “The Child will stay with you, and we are going to make this quick.” You nodded your head in agreement, knowing that you were all in danger if you stayed in one place for too long. He climbed down the ladder, and you followed suit. He opened the door to his bunk where the Child sat and looked up at the two of you.
“Come on, you little womp rat,” you said to the Child with a smile. You picked him up, and the three of you walked over to the side door on the Crest and opened it manually. You both stepped out of the ship with the Child securely in your arms, and he closed the door after you before the three of you made the trek into the nearest town. Luckily, the town was not too far from the Crest, even though Din had made sure the Crest was hidden away as best as he could. The three of you made your way to a building where he knew there would be a mechanic and parts for ships, having passed by it earlier when he was looking for the bounty.
“Wait here,” he instructed as he walked in. You obediently stayed outside with the Child and waited for him to do business, keeping a watchful eye for any suspicious characters. He walked in and spotted a Togruta mechanic right away tinkering with an engine.
“What can I help you with?” the Togruta asked, looking up at the Mandalorian.
“I need a part for a ship,” he replied as he held out the broken catalyst. The Togruta hummed as it inspected the part and then turned around, walking over to a cabinet, shuffling through it. He returned with a new catalyst in his hands and held it out to the Mandalorian.
“How much?”
“One hundred and fifty Batuuan Spira,” the Togruta replied. Din balked at the price but handed the credits over regardless. He took the piece with a nod to the mechanic and turned on his heel. As he exited the building, he tapped you on the shoulder, and you turned to face him, seeing the new catalyst in his hands.
“Will this do?” he asked as he held it up. You nodded, and he let out a sigh.
“Let’s get out of here before someone spots us.” You walked silently behind him as you quickly made it to the Crest, looking over your shoulder every few minutes to ensure you did not have a tail. Once safely back at the ship, you placed the Child down on the floor, and you crawled up the ladder to get started on the reactor, getting the catalyst in place. You huffed out as sweat collected on your brow as you worked tirelessly to connect things before finally getting the piece in its proper place. You poked your head out of the reactor room and hollered at Din to fire up the Crest to see if it worked. He flipped on some switches, and you heard the telltale sounds of the reactor coming to life. You let out a relieved sigh and exited the room, feeling the heat of the reactor on your back as you joined the Mandalorian and the Child in the cockpit. He hit some buttons on the dashboard, and the Crest slightly rocked before the engines kicked on, and the ship took off the planet’s surface, breaking through the planet’s atmosphere with ease. You exhaled in relief as you saw the familiar twinkle of stars through the window and looked over at the Child, seeing him struggle to keep his eyes open. It seemed that the little one was tired after your little adventure and was ready to sleep. Again. You stood up and picked him up, walking to the cockpit entrance, and looked over your shoulder.
“I’m going to put him to sleep. I’ll be right back,” you said, seeing the slight nod of the helmet. You climbed down the ladder with the Child tucked in your arms as you made your way to Din’s bunk, opening the door and setting the Child on the bed. He let out a small yawn, and you smiled down at him as he closed his eyes.
“Rest, little one,” you said as you pulled a blanket up around him and shut the door to the bunk, pressing a button on the panel to lock the door, ensuring that he would not wander the ship unsupervised. You pulled yourself up the ladder once more and sat in the passenger’s seat, letting out a tired groan.
“Where are we headed?” you asked curiously.
“Not sure yet. We need to get more credits. We’re running low, and we need to resupply soon,” he replied. You leaned your head back and yawned, closing your eyes. The sleep you had gotten earlier was not nearly enough to quell your exhaustion. The helmet turned towards you, and you felt his gaze burn into you, and a hand came up to cup your cheek. You opened your eyes and met the gaze of the visor.
“Cyar’ika,” he breathed out, the arousal in his voice evident even through the modulator. You tiled your head curiously at him as he patted his thigh, and you felt a rush wash over you. How were you so horny for him already?! You looked at his crotch and were pleasantly delighted to see the prominent bulge that tented the front. You got up and took the two steps to him as he held out his hand, grasping yours, and pulled you onto his lap with a yelp. He turned the chair to face the front of the ship and held tightly onto your hips as you were straddling him, and you felt him push his erection up against your clothed core. You moaned and threw your head back as you felt that familiar twinge against your clit and grasped his shoulders.
“Oh, D-D-Din,” you stuttered out. He slightly pushed your shirt up and slid his hand up to cup your breast as you ground down on his crotch. You felt wetness pool between your legs and drench your panties as he rocked you over him.
“I-I want-I want to ride your thigh,” you whined out. Din stopped his motions and stared at you through his visor.
“You what?” he asked in confusion.
“Your thigh, I want to ride it,” you answered. Din was bewildered. He had only known the basics of sex but never thought about someone riding his thigh.
What did that even entail? He pondered.
“Wha-what do you need me to do?” Din huskily asked as he bucked his hips up to meet yours.
“Just watch and learn,” you replied. You moved to straddle a single thigh and grip his shoulders as you began to rock back and forth on his armor-clad leg. You took his hands and placed them on your waist as you picked up the pace, groaning out with pleasure at the friction you were getting on your clit.
“Lift your leg and push it up against me, just like you were doing earlier when I was on your lap,” you instructed. He did as you asked and pushed his leg up, and you felt a jolt course through you at the sensation. You rocked back and forth on him some more, tightening your hold on his shoulders and digging your fingers in. You positioned your hands just above the pauldrons, so you were digging your nails into the cloth that covered him, and you heard him let out a groan at the dull pain. He moved a hand to your hip while the other stayed on your waist and began to assist you with your movements. He helped glide you over his thigh as he also pushed your weight down, and you felt your climax build. He finally pushed you down with such force that the metal of the Beskar hit your clit at just the right angle, and you howled out in satisfaction, climaxing loudly. You slowed down your actions until you came to a stop, and your chest was heaving as you struggled to catch your breath.
“Wow,” you said when you finally recovered. You had always fantasized about riding his thigh, and you had finally done it. Pride welled in your chest at your achievement. You had a lot to show him when it came to sex, and the possibilities were endless.
Maybe we can use the binders he has some time, you thought mischievously.
You removed yourself from his thigh and got on your knees in front of him, palming his rigid cock over his pants as he let out a groan. You placed a kiss on the bulge, and he bucked his hips up, trying to get you to do more than tease. You finally indulged him by unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out, feeling it throb in your hand. You began to pump him slowly as he tilted his head back in the chair, bringing a hand to rest on the back of your head.
“Ugh-lovely girl, stop teasing,” he tried to command you, but you mischievously shook your head. You leaned over and licked a stipe up his shaft and ran it over his tip, tasting the precum that had accumulated there. He groaned out loud as you repeated the action a few more times before sliding your mouth over the head of his cock and sucking. You sucked your cheeks in, and he felt himself throb even more from the vacuum you were creating around his cock. You ran your tongue over the bulbous head, earning another straggled moan from him. He gripped your head more tightly, giving your hair a gentle tug. You pulled back on his length and gave the underside of his cock a lick and then flicked it against his opening, collecting more of the leaking precum. You finally gave in and decided to stop torturing him and sank your mouth on him completely, feeling it hit the back of your throat. He bunched your hair up and pushed your face down farther on his thick member, and you felt it slide even deeper down your throat.
“Mmmm, just like that, pretty girl,” he praised, pulling you off his cock enough to let you bob your head up and down with ease. You picked up the pace, taking him down your throat again and again until you had completely engulfed it to the base. Every now and then, he would buck his hips up as he pushed your head down, and you would gag from the pressure. Tears sprang from your eyes at the force, but you did not let it phase you, instead taking it into stride and showing him that he could fuck your mouth as hard as he wanted. You pulled off him to lick down his length some more and run your tongue around his balls, feeling them tighten and swell beneath your tongue. You knew he would not last much longer if you kept this up, and you wanted to make him cum down your throat in the cockpit of the Crest. It had always been a fantasy that you hoped could happen, and now here it was. Unbeknownst to you, he also had that fantasy. You ran your tongue around his balls again as your hand pumped his cock vigorously and felt his balls tighten even more. You smirked as you felt him pull on your hair some more, and you moved to deep throat him again, this time pushing yourself down onto his cock so hard that you felt it go past your uvula, and you felt yourself choke. You held yourself there as you moaned, and it sent vibrations up his cock, causing him to throw his head back and let out a deep moan.
“Fu-fuck. Kriffing hell, cyar’ika, your mouth feels like heaven,” he rasped out. He pushed himself farther down your throat until more tears streamed down your face, and he finally looked down at you, reveling in the sight he had only ever dreamed of. You turned your eyes towards him and looked at the helmet’s visor, hoping that he could see you choking on his cock.
“Such a good girl,” he praised as his cock twitched in your mouth, and he felt himself release down your throat. You gagged harshly at the influx of cum that you were not prepared for, choking on some of it as some also dripped out of your mouth. You waited a moment for him to finish discharging his cum down your throat before you detached yourself from him, wiping away the leftover cum and sucking it into your mouth with a moan, all the while keeping your gaze fixed on him. He let out a groan at the naughty sight and moved to pick you up from the floor, swiftly turning you around and slipping down your pants and underwear to your ankles in one motion. You arched your back as he ran his hands over your ass and then slapped it. He repeated the action three more times, alternating between each cheek before rubbing them gently, easing the sting. He ran a finger down the crevice of your plump ass and slipped two fingers up into your soaked pussy. You moaned out at the stretch of his fingers inside of you, and you wiggled against his them, wanting him to move.
“Not so fast, pretty girl. You thought you could tease me, so now it’s my turn,” he gruffly said as he slipped his fingers out and used your wetness to tease your clit, running circles on it, just like you had taught him.
Kriffing hell, his fingers feel amazing.
He continued his assault on your pulsing clit, tantalizingly slow, as he moved to slide his thumb into your heat. You pushed back against him as he curled his thumb into you and picked up the pace on your clit. You moaned as he groped your breast with his other hand and pinched your nipple through your shirt.
“Please,” you begged, hands on the dashboard, trying to keep your legs from buckling beneath you. You let out a whine when he withdrew his fingers, and you turned to look over your shoulder as he dipped his fingers under his helmet and licked them clean.
“Kriffing hell, pretty girl, you taste so good,” he moaned out as he returned his hand to the apex of your legs and slipped three fingers into your dripping canal.
“D-Din, please,” you pleaded, wanting him to take you roughly against the dashboard. He lightly scolded you as you tried to get more from his fingers, but he slowed his pace down instead.
“You want my cock?” He questioned as he rested his Beskar against your shoulder and spoke into your ear. The modulator made his voice sound rough, and you yearned to kiss him, just like you did in the darkness of the cargo hold.
“Yes, please. Please give me your thick cock,” you choked out as he suddenly picked up the pace, ramming his fingers into you quickly.
“How much do you want my cock, cyar’ika?”
“So much. S-s-so much,” you whimpered out, feeling your climax draw closer. He abruptly stopped all movement, and you heard him unzip his pants and felt his erection press up against your ass. He ground his hardness against you and moved his hand in front so he could continue his assault on your clit and pussy. You were close to being overwhelmed with pleasure, and the tipping point grew closer and closer. You heard him move behind you, keeping his movements steady against your lower region. You heard a hiss and the clank of metal hitting metal. You kept your head forward, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw the Beskar helmet sitting to your right. You felt him brush your hair away from your neck and place gentle kisses moving up to your earlobe. He nipped at it tenderly and licked the shell, sending a shiver down your back.
“Keep your eyes forward, lovely girl,” he commanded, and you nodded in compliance. He took his hand away from your clit and stilled his movements, and you whined. He grazed his hands down your sides until it came to a stop at the bottom of your shirt. He slipped both hands under your shirt to cup your breasts through your bra and then brought them back down. You closed your eyes in anticipation as he began to pull your shirt up, and you lifted your arms to help him. He unclasped your bra with ease, releasing your confined breasts and a hand immediately went to pinch at the bare nipple. His other hand pushed you farther forward, and you felt him rub the head of his cock against your folds, grazing your clit ever so slightly, causing you to let out a wanton moan at the contact.
“So desperate for my cock,” he breathed out as he kissed your shoulder blade before gripping your shoulder and suddenly thrusting into you. You let out a yelp at the sudden fullness, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you threw it back.
“Oh!” you exclaimed as he withdrew his cock and pushed it back in slowly, too slow for your liking. You tried to push back against him earnestly, but every time you would try, he would pull his cock away, keeping it away from you. You huffed at his actions, and he let out a chuckle at your desperation. After a few moments of teasing, he began to pick up the pace until he was pounding into you ruthlessly, pushing you down on the dashboard, your chest hitting some of the buttons, and you felt the Crest lurch. You let out a gasp when the Crest suddenly lurched, and it pushed him deeper into your sopping pussy and hit a sweet spot.
“More,” you panted out as he continued to drive his cock into you, hitting that spot each time. Your body was on fire. You felt heat running through you and a ringing in your ears as you drew closer to your breaking point. He quickly pulled you up from the dash and pressed your back against his chest, feeling the Beskar bit at your back. He nibbled on your chin as he tweaked a nipple with one hand and held your lower belly with another. He groaned out as he thrust up and felt a bulge in your lower abdomen every time. He grew closer to his release again, but he was holding off, trying to make things last. He was pounding into you harder, and your moans were increasing in volume. He snaked his hand from your belly to your throat before settling over your mouth, silencing you as you whined out with each stroke.
“We can’t wake the little one,” he grunted into your ear. You let out a muffled cry as he bucked his hips up again and pushed you down on him at the same time. You were so close, but he was unrelenting in his pace. Within three strokes, your head fell back against his shoulder, and you let out a strangled cry into his hand as you came roughly on his cock. Warmth coursed through your veins as you felt your walls clench around him, squeezing him tightly. He groaned as he felt you climax again and stilled his movements, allowing you to come down from your high as he flexed his cock inside of you. You took a moment to catch your breath, and he released his hold on you, pushing you back down, bending you over again. You felt him withdraw his cock from you and then dip three fingers into your heat, collecting your cum, and trailing his fingers up to trace your second hole.
You gasped at the feeling of his fingers against your hole and felt him kneel on the ground, spreading your legs apart before you felt his tongue slide into your pussy as he applied light pressure on your backdoor. He lapped at your folds as he ran his fingers around the rim, using your slick as lubrication. He then trailed his tongue up until it met your ass. The sensation was entirely new for you, and you arched your back at the taboo pleasure you got from it. This was most definitely a first for you, and you wanted to give it to Din. He ran his tongue along the opening, circling it gently before going back down to lick your core. He dipped his fingers into you again, collecting more of your essence before he used it to dip a finger up to the knuckle. He took great care in going slow as he knew that this was an unexplored area for both of you.
He still knew very little about what this type of penetration would entail besides going slow and making sure there was enough lubrication to combat the discomfort you would be feeling. He opened his mouth, spitting out as much saliva as he could, and watched in fascination as it dripped down the crack of your ass and met his finger, coating it as he withdrew it slowly before dipping it in again. You let out a whine at the intrusion and the feel of his spit dribble down, but you felt eager to have him do more. You wiggled your ass around, pushing his finger deeper into you, and you groaned at the new feeling he was giving you. He pulled his finger out and added a second one, stretching you further, adding more spit to help ease them in. He wiggled both fingers around experimentally, and you let out a string of curses at the feeling. The tips of his fingers were stroking the membranes of your walls, and you loved it. He leaned over you, bringing his lips close to your ear as he withdrew his fingers and dipped them back in again.
“I promised you that I would bend you over the console of the cockpit and fuck your ass, didn’t I, pretty girl?” he whispered into your ear, a shiver running over you at his words. “I’m going to do just that, but you have to be quiet.”
“Please,” you begged as you felt him add another finger into you, and you groan in discomfort at the stretch. Din halted his movements, concerned that he had hurt you. You took a few deep breaths, trying to relax as much as you could before pushing back against his hand, signaling him to resume his actions. More spit dribbled down your ass, and you felt him pick up the pace, the mixture of his saliva and your fluids making it easier each time. You loved the feeling of being so full, his thick digits plunge in and out of your ass. You felt the press of his cock at the entrance of your pussy again, and in one fluid motion, he was buried to the hilt again, both holes now occupied. Both holes being stretched was different than anything you had ever felt before, and it took you a moment to get used to it, hand flying out to grasp his own, stilling his movements while you took a deep breath. You relaxed some more and released his hand, tapping it twice to let him know you were good. He drove into your pussy quickly but took a gentler approach on your ass, pushing his fingers in and out for every three strokes of his cock. Without warning, he pulled out of your center and withdrew his fingers. However, the loss of pleasure was short-lived as you felt the head of his cock push against your tight ring. The pressure of his cock against your tightness was completely different than his fingers, and you whined at the stretch as he breached the tight opening. It felt like the first time you had sex, but with much more preparation needed and more discomfort. After a few moments, the pain dissipated, and you began to wriggle against his cock, pushing it deeper into you. He slid into you fully until he bottomed out, balls resting against your pussy. The delicious stretch of his girthy cock was unlike anything you had ever felt before. He waited for a moment, relishing in the feel of your tight hole squeezing him before he began to pump gently into you. He groaned every time your tight ring engulfed him, and he began to rut into you faster. Your ass was clutching around him deliciously, and he loved the feel of your tightness around him.
“Oh, Maker, you feel amazing, lovely girl,” he groaned out as he looked down and watched his cock disappear into your ass over and over again. You felt your third orgasm quickly approaching, and you knew he could feel your ass clench him tighter. With a final thrust, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and your vision went dark for a moment, pleasure exploding through you as you reached your climax. You felt his cock pulsate inside of you before he reached his own peak and spurted hot streaks of cum into your ass. You laid against the console, breath hitching in your throat as you felt him impale you a few more times, pumping out more cum, before he slowly withdrew his softening member. Once he was entirely out of you, he watched some cum leak out and onto the cockpit floor. He groans at the sight before using his cape over to wipe the excess fluid from your opening. He peppered kisses up your back, on your shoulder, before placing one on your neck, causing you to shiver.
“Did I hurt you at all, cyar’ika?” he asked as he massaged the tender flesh of your ass before wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. You shook your head and leaned your head against him.
“No, it was amazing,” you replied. “Thank you for being so gentle.” He nodded against you, placing a kiss against the side of your head before he pulled your pants and underwear up your legs and handing your shirt to you. As you pulled the shirt over your head and slipped your arms into the sleeves, you saw him pick the helmet and heard him place it back over his head securely.
"You can turn around now,” he said as he rubbed your shoulder. You turned around to face him and smiled.
“That was. Wow,” you said with a giggle. “I’m a little sore, but I should be fine.” He nodded his head and sat down in the pilot’s seat.
“You should probably check on the Child,” he stated. You had both been busy with your antics that you had almost forgotten that the Child was sound asleep just below. You chuckled as you walked over to the ladder with a sway of your hips as Din watched you.
She is going to be the kriffing death of me, he thought as he turned around to face the dashboard and checked that nothing had been budged from your body being pressed over the buttons. Luckily, the navigation system was still working, and the ship was still on course.
You climbed down the cargo hold quietly and opened the door to the bunk, and let out a relieved sigh as you saw the Child still fast asleep. You closed it again, making sure to lock it when you heard the blare of the alarm. You quickly opened the bunk door again and grabbed the Child, waking him in the process.
“Kriffing hell,” you breathed out as you held onto the Child and scaled the ladder, walking into the cockpit as the ship lurched. You managed to climb into the passenger seat, placing the Child into the other, and strap yourselves in as the ship spun again and you heard someone firing at the Crest.
“What is going on?!” you exclaimed as Din expertly maneuvered the Crest, dodging the incoming fire.
“Hand over the Child, Mando,” you heard through the radio and felt the Crest rock from the force of a shot landing. “I might let you live.”
You held onto the sides of the cockpit as another hit landed, and the alarm continued to blare in your ears.
“Hold on,” you heard as the ship did a barrel roll. “Come on.”
“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold,” came the other bounty hunter’s voice. Your eyes widened at his words, knowing that it was Din’s tagline. You heard the other ship locking onto the Crest and felt Din abruptly slow the vessel, the other ship flying over you.
“That’s my line,” he said gruffly as he got a lock on the other bounty hunter and fired. You gazed in wonder as the ship exploded in a bright flash. The alarm kept blaring, drowning out the sound of flipping switches.
“Losing fuel,” he said before the ship’s power cut off, and you were left floating in space. The Child giggled next to you, and you shot him a stern look. Din pressed some more buttons on the console and tried to turn the control wheel to no avail. He turned around and walked to the back of the cockpit, flipping a switch, and you heard the Crest’s engines power up.
“Thank the Maker,” you breathed out as he made his way back to the pilot’s seat and flipped more switches and buttons to fire the engines and make your way towards a planet. You saw through the window that it was Tatooine, and you let out a groan. Oh, how you hated this planet.
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Rating: 18+, NSFW
Word Count: 5k+
Summary: Din’s promise of a next time leads to another first for the both of you.
Warnings: Language, some fluff, ANGST, slow burn, SMUT, slight breeding kink, cum play, dirty talk, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP!), oral (female receiving)
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You woke to a gentle nudge. It took you a moment to remember where you were and what had transpired earlier. You noticed that you had several blankets covering you, keeping you warm, and looked up at the shine of light on you. You held up your hand to shield yourself from the brightness, and you heard a click before the light went out.
“Time to get up, cyar’ika,” Din spoke through the modulator, helmet once again firmly on his head. You groaned as you sat up and clutched the blanket to your chest, eyes adjusting to the familiar darkness. You noticed a slight glow coming from the refresher and realized that it was a little lamp that he must have found and turned on while you were asleep.
“How long was I asleep?” you questioned, wrapping the blankets around you, feeling a cold chill on your shoulders.
“Not very long, about two hours or so,” he replied. “We need to find out why the ship’s power went out.” You nodded and stood up on shaky legs, feeling the ache from the carnal acts you both had partaken in several hours ago. You felt him place some clothes in your arms and thanked him.
“Close your eyes for a moment; I’ll turn on the flashlight so you can get dressed,” he stated. You nodded your head and shut your eyes, seeing the light flick on through your eyelids. You opened your eyes slowly and saw that he had angled his helmet down to prevent the light from shining directly into your eyes. The angle was making him look down at your body that was still hidden away under the blankets.
“I have my eyes closed, cyar’ika,” he said respectfully, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable under his gaze. You both haven’t seen each other naked yet, only felt it, so it warmed your heart knowing he was being a gentleman. You smiled and dropped the blanket before quickly pulling your clothes on. You tapped him on the shoulder once you were fully dressed, and he lifted the helmet, carefully making sure that the light still avoided your eyes.
“I found a lamp and some flashlights we can use to figure out what’s wrong with the Crest,” he stated as he moved his head to face a box that had some flashlights on it. You walked over to it and picked one of the flashlights, clicking it on.
“You can turn that off now if you want,” you said, referring to the flashlight on his helmet. He shook his head.
“I’m going to check on the cockpit to see if it’s faulty wiring; if you could check the reactor.”
“Shall do,” you replied as you both made your way up the ladder and went in opposite directions, him towards the cockpit and you towards the captive storage and reactor room access. You walked through the storage and manually unlocked the door that separated you from the reactor room. You heard the hiss of the door opening, and you walked into the reactor room. You let out a sigh once you saw that it was not running. You groaned and stepped closer to investigate things, spotting a broken catalyst.
Dank farrik.
There was no easy way to fix it, which meant that you would need to get it for the Crest to power up. You unhooked the broken part and let out another sigh as you walked out of the reactor room and towards the cockpit.
“I found what was wrong,” you said to him as you held out the catalyst. “We’re going to need a new one.” He groaned at the dreaded thought of having to go to a shipyard to get such a small piece to power the ship and get off the kriffing planet. He did not want to leave you and the Child alone on board the vessel, especially without any power or heating. But he knew he would have to bring you both along. He did not want to put either of you in danger, especially with the Child having a target on its back. The close call he had on Sorgan left a sour taste in his mouth, and he did not want to risk encountering more bounty hunters. He was left with no choice.
“You’re both coming with me,” he said sternly. “The Child will stay with you, and we are going to make this quick.” You nodded your head in agreement, knowing that you were all in danger if you stayed in one place for too long. He climbed down the ladder, and you followed suit. He opened the door to his bunk where the Child sat and looked up at the two of you.
“Come on, you little womp rat,” you said to the Child with a smile. You picked him up, and the three of you walked over to the side door on the Crest and opened it manually. You both stepped out of the ship with the Child securely in your arms, and he closed the door after you before the three of you made the trek into the nearest town. Luckily, the town was not too far from the Crest, even though Din had made sure the Crest was hidden away as best as he could. The three of you made your way to a building where he knew there would be a mechanic and parts for ships, having passed by it earlier when he was looking for the bounty.
“Wait here,” he instructed as he walked in. You obediently stayed outside with the Child and waited for him to do business, keeping a watchful eye for any suspicious characters. He walked in and spotted a Togruta mechanic right away tinkering with an engine.
“What can I help you with?” the Togruta asked, looking up at the Mandalorian.
“I need a part for a ship,” he replied as he held out the broken catalyst. The Togruta hummed as it inspected the part and then turned around, walking over to a cabinet, shuffling through it. He returned with a new catalyst in his hands and held it out to the Mandalorian.
“How much?”
“One hundred and fifty Batuuan Spira,” the Togruta replied. Din balked at the price but handed the credits over regardless. He took the piece with a nod to the mechanic and turned on his heel. As he exited the building, he tapped you on the shoulder, and you turned to face him, seeing the new catalyst in his hands.
“Will this do?” he asked as he held it up. You nodded, and he let out a sigh.
“Let’s get out of here before someone spots us.” You walked silently behind him as you quickly made it to the Crest, looking over your shoulder every few minutes to ensure you did not have a tail. Once safely back at the ship, you placed the Child down on the floor, and you crawled up the ladder to get started on the reactor, getting the catalyst in place. You huffed out as sweat collected on your brow as you worked tirelessly to connect things before finally getting the piece in its proper place. You poked your head out of the reactor room and hollered at Din to fire up the Crest to see if it worked. He flipped on some switches, and you heard the telltale sounds of the reactor coming to life. You let out a relieved sigh and exited the room, feeling the heat of the reactor on your back as you joined the Mandalorian and the Child in the cockpit. He hit some buttons on the dashboard, and the Crest slightly rocked before the engines kicked on, and the ship took off the planet’s surface, breaking through the planet’s atmosphere with ease. You exhaled in relief as you saw the familiar twinkle of stars through the window and looked over at the Child, seeing him struggle to keep his eyes open. It seemed that the little one was tired after your little adventure and was ready to sleep. Again. You stood up and picked him up, walking to the cockpit entrance, and looked over your shoulder.
“I’m going to put him to sleep. I’ll be right back,” you said, seeing the slight nod of the helmet. You climbed down the ladder with the Child tucked in your arms as you made your way to Din’s bunk, opening the door and setting the Child on the bed. He let out a small yawn, and you smiled down at him as he closed his eyes.
“Rest, little one,” you said as you pulled a blanket up around him and shut the door to the bunk, pressing a button on the panel to lock the door, ensuring that he would not wander the ship unsupervised. You pulled yourself up the ladder once more and sat in the passenger’s seat, letting out a tired groan.
“Where are we headed?” you asked curiously.
“Not sure yet. We need to get more credits. We’re running low, and we need to resupply soon,” he replied. You leaned your head back and yawned, closing your eyes. The sleep you had gotten earlier was not nearly enough to quell your exhaustion. The helmet turned towards you, and you felt his gaze burn into you, and a hand came up to cup your cheek. You opened your eyes and met the gaze of the visor.
“Cyar’ika,” he breathed out, the arousal in his voice evident even through the modulator. You tiled your head curiously at him as he patted his thigh, and you felt a rush wash over you. How were you so horny for him already?! You looked at his crotch and were pleasantly delighted to see the prominent bulge that tented the front. You got up and took the two steps to him as he held out his hand, grasping yours, and pulled you onto his lap with a yelp. He turned the chair to face the front of the ship and held tightly onto your hips as you were straddling him, and you felt him push his erection up against your clothed core. You moaned and threw your head back as you felt that familiar twinge against your clit and grasped his shoulders.
“Oh, D-D-Din,” you stuttered out. He slightly pushed your shirt up and slid his hand up to cup your breast as you ground down on his crotch. You felt wetness pool between your legs and drench your panties as he rocked you over him.
“I-I want-I want to ride your thigh,” you whined out. Din stopped his motions and stared at you through his visor.
“You what?” he asked in confusion.
“Your thigh, I want to ride it,” you answered. Din was bewildered. He had only known the basics of sex but never thought about someone riding his thigh.
What did that even entail? He pondered.
“Wha-what do you need me to do?” Din huskily asked as he bucked his hips up to meet yours.
“Just watch and learn,” you replied. You moved to straddle a single thigh and grip his shoulders as you began to rock back and forth on his armor-clad leg. You took his hands and placed them on your waist as you picked up the pace, groaning out with pleasure at the friction you were getting on your clit.
“Lift your leg and push it up against me, just like you were doing earlier when I was on your lap,” you instructed. He did as you asked and pushed his leg up, and you felt a jolt course through you at the sensation. You rocked back and forth on him some more, tightening your hold on his shoulders and digging your fingers in. You positioned your hands just above the pauldrons, so you were digging your nails into the cloth that covered him, and you heard him let out a groan at the dull pain. He moved a hand to your hip while the other stayed on your waist and began to assist you with your movements. He helped glide you over his thigh as he also pushed your weight down, and you felt your climax build. He finally pushed you down with such force that the metal of the Beskar hit your clit at just the right angle, and you howled out in satisfaction, climaxing loudly. You slowed down your actions until you came to a stop, and your chest was heaving as you struggled to catch your breath.
“Wow,” you said when you finally recovered. You had always fantasized about riding his thigh, and you had finally done it. Pride welled in your chest at your achievement. You had a lot to show him when it came to sex, and the possibilities were endless.
Maybe we can use the binders he has some time, you thought mischievously.
You removed yourself from his thigh and got on your knees in front of him, palming his rigid cock over his pants as he let out a groan. You placed a kiss on the bulge, and he bucked his hips up, trying to get you to do more than tease. You finally indulged him by unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out, feeling it throb in your hand. You began to pump him slowly as he tilted his head back in the chair, bringing a hand to rest on the back of your head.
“Ugh-lovely girl, stop teasing,” he tried to command you, but you mischievously shook your head. You leaned over and licked a stipe up his shaft and ran it over his tip, tasting the precum that had accumulated there. He groaned out loud as you repeated the action a few more times before sliding your mouth over the head of his cock and sucking. You sucked your cheeks in, and he felt himself throb even more from the vacuum you were creating around his cock. You ran your tongue over the bulbous head, earning another straggled moan from him. He gripped your head more tightly, giving your hair a gentle tug. You pulled back on his length and gave the underside of his cock a lick and then flicked it against his opening, collecting more of the leaking precum. You finally gave in and decided to stop torturing him and sank your mouth on him completely, feeling it hit the back of your throat. He bunched your hair up and pushed your face down farther on his thick member, and you felt it slide even deeper down your throat.
“Mmmm, just like that, pretty girl,” he praised, pulling you off his cock enough to let you bob your head up and down with ease. You picked up the pace, taking him down your throat again and again until you had completely engulfed it to the base. Every now and then, he would buck his hips up as he pushed your head down, and you would gag from the pressure. Tears sprang from your eyes at the force, but you did not let it phase you, instead taking it into stride and showing him that he could fuck your mouth as hard as he wanted. You pulled off him to lick down his length some more and run your tongue around his balls, feeling them tighten and swell beneath your tongue. You knew he would not last much longer if you kept this up, and you wanted to make him cum down your throat in the cockpit of the Crest. It had always been a fantasy that you hoped could happen, and now here it was. Unbeknownst to you, he also had that fantasy. You ran your tongue around his balls again as your hand pumped his cock vigorously and felt his balls tighten even more. You smirked as you felt him pull on your hair some more, and you moved to deep throat him again, this time pushing yourself down onto his cock so hard that you felt it go past your uvula, and you felt yourself choke. You held yourself there as you moaned, and it sent vibrations up his cock, causing him to throw his head back and let out a deep moan.
“Fu-fuck. Kriffing hell, cyar’ika, your mouth feels like heaven,” he rasped out. He pushed himself farther down your throat until more tears streamed down your face, and he finally looked down at you, reveling in the sight he had only ever dreamed of. You turned your eyes towards him and looked at the helmet’s visor, hoping that he could see you choking on his cock.
“Such a good girl,” he praised as his cock twitched in your mouth, and he felt himself release down your throat. You gagged harshly at the influx of cum that you were not prepared for, choking on some of it as some also dripped out of your mouth. You waited a moment for him to finish discharging his cum down your throat before you detached yourself from him, wiping away the leftover cum and sucking it into your mouth with a moan, all the while keeping your gaze fixed on him. He let out a groan at the naughty sight and moved to pick you up from the floor, swiftly turning you around and slipping down your pants and underwear to your ankles in one motion. You arched your back as he ran his hands over your ass and then slapped it. He repeated the action three more times, alternating between each cheek before rubbing them gently, easing the sting. He ran a finger down the crevice of your plump ass and slipped two fingers up into your soaked pussy. You moaned out at the stretch of his fingers inside of you, and you wiggled against his them, wanting him to move.
“Not so fast, pretty girl. You thought you could tease me, so now it’s my turn,” he gruffly said as he slipped his fingers out and used your wetness to tease your clit, running circles on it, just like you had taught him.
Kriffing hell, his fingers feel amazing.
He continued his assault on your pulsing clit, tantalizingly slow, as he moved to slide his thumb into your heat. You pushed back against him as he curled his thumb into you and picked up the pace on your clit. You moaned as he groped your breast with his other hand and pinched your nipple through your shirt.
“Please,” you begged, hands on the dashboard, trying to keep your legs from buckling beneath you. You let out a whine when he withdrew his fingers, and you turned to look over your shoulder as he dipped his fingers under his helmet and licked them clean.
“Kriffing hell, pretty girl, you taste so good,” he moaned out as he returned his hand to the apex of your legs and slipped three fingers into your dripping canal.
“D-Din, please,” you pleaded, wanting him to take you roughly against the dashboard. He lightly scolded you as you tried to get more from his fingers, but he slowed his pace down instead.
“You want my cock?” He questioned as he rested his Beskar against your shoulder and spoke into your ear. The modulator made his voice sound rough, and you yearned to kiss him, just like you did in the darkness of the cargo hold.
“Yes, please. Please give me your thick cock,” you choked out as he suddenly picked up the pace, ramming his fingers into you quickly.
“How much do you want my cock, cyar’ika?”
“So much. S-s-so much,” you whimpered out, feeling your climax draw closer. He abruptly stopped all movement, and you heard him unzip his pants and felt his erection press up against your ass. He ground his hardness against you and moved his hand in front so he could continue his assault on your clit and pussy. You were close to being overwhelmed with pleasure, and the tipping point grew closer and closer. You heard him move behind you, keeping his movements steady against your lower region. You heard a hiss and the clank of metal hitting metal. You kept your head forward, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw the Beskar helmet sitting to your right. You felt him brush your hair away from your neck and place gentle kisses moving up to your earlobe. He nipped at it tenderly and licked the shell, sending a shiver down your back.
“Keep your eyes forward, lovely girl,” he commanded, and you nodded in compliance. He took his hand away from your clit and stilled his movements, and you whined. He grazed his hands down your sides until it came to a stop at the bottom of your shirt. He slipped both hands under your shirt to cup your breasts through your bra and then brought them back down. You closed your eyes in anticipation as he began to pull your shirt up, and you lifted your arms to help him. He unclasped your bra with ease, releasing your confined breasts and a hand immediately went to pinch at the bare nipple. His other hand pushed you farther forward, and you felt him rub the head of his cock against your folds, grazing your clit ever so slightly, causing you to let out a wanton moan at the contact.
“So desperate for my cock,” he breathed out as he kissed your shoulder blade before gripping your shoulder and suddenly thrusting into you. You let out a yelp at the sudden fullness, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you threw it back.
“Oh!” you exclaimed as he withdrew his cock and pushed it back in slowly, too slow for your liking. You tried to push back against him earnestly, but every time you would try, he would pull his cock away, keeping it away from you. You huffed at his actions, and he let out a chuckle at your desperation. After a few moments of teasing, he began to pick up the pace until he was pounding into you ruthlessly, pushing you down on the dashboard, your chest hitting some of the buttons, and you felt the Crest lurch. You let out a gasp when the Crest suddenly lurched, and it pushed him deeper into your sopping pussy and hit a sweet spot.
“More,” you panted out as he continued to drive his cock into you, hitting that spot each time. Your body was on fire. You felt heat running through you and a ringing in your ears as you drew closer to your breaking point. He quickly pulled you up from the dash and pressed your back against his chest, feeling the Beskar bit at your back. He nibbled on your chin as he tweaked a nipple with one hand and held your lower belly with another. He groaned out as he thrust up and felt a bulge in your lower abdomen every time. He grew closer to his release again, but he was holding off, trying to make things last. He was pounding into you harder, and your moans were increasing in volume. He snaked his hand from your belly to your throat before settling over your mouth, silencing you as you whined out with each stroke.
“We can’t wake the little one,” he grunted into your ear. You let out a muffled cry as he bucked his hips up again and pushed you down on him at the same time. You were so close, but he was unrelenting in his pace. Within three strokes, your head fell back against his shoulder, and you let out a strangled cry into his hand as you came roughly on his cock. Warmth coursed through your veins as you felt your walls clench around him, squeezing him tightly. He groaned as he felt you climax again and stilled his movements, allowing you to come down from your high as he flexed his cock inside of you. You took a moment to catch your breath, and he released his hold on you, pushing you back down, bending you over again. You felt him withdraw his cock from you and then dip three fingers into your heat, collecting your cum, and trailing his fingers up to trace your second hole.
You gasped at the feeling of his fingers against your hole and felt him kneel on the ground, spreading your legs apart before you felt his tongue slide into your pussy as he applied light pressure on your backdoor. He lapped at your folds as he ran his fingers around the rim, using your slick as lubrication. He then trailed his tongue up until it met your ass. The sensation was entirely new for you, and you arched your back at the taboo pleasure you got from it. This was most definitely a first for you, and you wanted to give it to Din. He ran his tongue along the opening, circling it gently before going back down to lick your core. He dipped his fingers into you again, collecting more of your essence before he used it to dip a finger up to the knuckle. He took great care in going slow as he knew that this was an unexplored area for both of you.
He still knew very little about what this type of penetration would entail besides going slow and making sure there was enough lubrication to combat the discomfort you would be feeling. He opened his mouth, spitting out as much saliva as he could, and watched in fascination as it dripped down the crack of your ass and met his finger, coating it as he withdrew it slowly before dipping it in again. You let out a whine at the intrusion and the feel of his spit dribble down, but you felt eager to have him do more. You wiggled your ass around, pushing his finger deeper into you, and you groaned at the new feeling he was giving you. He pulled his finger out and added a second one, stretching you further, adding more spit to help ease them in. He wiggled both fingers around experimentally, and you let out a string of curses at the feeling. The tips of his fingers were stroking the membranes of your walls, and you loved it. He leaned over you, bringing his lips close to your ear as he withdrew his fingers and dipped them back in again.
“I promised you that I would bend you over the console of the cockpit and fuck your ass, didn’t I, pretty girl?” he whispered into your ear, a shiver running over you at his words. “I’m going to do just that, but you have to be quiet.”
“Please,” you begged as you felt him add another finger into you, and you groan in discomfort at the stretch. Din halted his movements, concerned that he had hurt you. You took a few deep breaths, trying to relax as much as you could before pushing back against his hand, signaling him to resume his actions. More spit dribbled down your ass, and you felt him pick up the pace, the mixture of his saliva and your fluids making it easier each time. You loved the feeling of being so full, his thick digits plunge in and out of your ass. You felt the press of his cock at the entrance of your pussy again, and in one fluid motion, he was buried to the hilt again, both holes now occupied. Both holes being stretched was different than anything you had ever felt before, and it took you a moment to get used to it, hand flying out to grasp his own, stilling his movements while you took a deep breath. You relaxed some more and released his hand, tapping it twice to let him know you were good. He drove into your pussy quickly but took a gentler approach on your ass, pushing his fingers in and out for every three strokes of his cock. Without warning, he pulled out of your center and withdrew his fingers. However, the loss of pleasure was short-lived as you felt the head of his cock push against your tight ring. The pressure of his cock against your tightness was completely different than his fingers, and you whined at the stretch as he breached the tight opening. It felt like the first time you had sex, but with much more preparation needed and more discomfort. After a few moments, the pain dissipated, and you began to wriggle against his cock, pushing it deeper into you. He slid into you fully until he bottomed out, balls resting against your pussy. The delicious stretch of his girthy cock was unlike anything you had ever felt before. He waited for a moment, relishing in the feel of your tight hole squeezing him before he began to pump gently into you. He groaned every time your tight ring engulfed him, and he began to rut into you faster. Your ass was clutching around him deliciously, and he loved the feel of your tightness around him.
“Oh, Maker, you feel amazing, lovely girl,” he groaned out as he looked down and watched his cock disappear into your ass over and over again. You felt your third orgasm quickly approaching, and you knew he could feel your ass clench him tighter. With a final thrust, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and your vision went dark for a moment, pleasure exploding through you as you reached your climax. You felt his cock pulsate inside of you before he reached his own peak and spurted hot streaks of cum into your ass. You laid against the console, breath hitching in your throat as you felt him impale you a few more times, pumping out more cum, before he slowly withdrew his softening member. Once he was entirely out of you, he watched some cum leak out and onto the cockpit floor. He groans at the sight before using his cape over to wipe the excess fluid from your opening. He peppered kisses up your back, on your shoulder, before placing one on your neck, causing you to shiver.
“Did I hurt you at all, cyar’ika?” he asked as he massaged the tender flesh of your ass before wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. You shook your head and leaned your head against him.
“No, it was amazing,” you replied. “Thank you for being so gentle.” He nodded against you, placing a kiss against the side of your head before he pulled your pants and underwear up your legs and handing your shirt to you. As you pulled the shirt over your head and slipped your arms into the sleeves, you saw him pick the helmet and heard him place it back over his head securely.
"You can turn around now,” he said as he rubbed your shoulder. You turned around to face him and smiled.
“That was. Wow,” you said with a giggle. “I’m a little sore, but I should be fine.” He nodded his head and sat down in the pilot’s seat.
“You should probably check on the Child,” he stated. You had both been busy with your antics that you had almost forgotten that the Child was sound asleep just below. You chuckled as you walked over to the ladder with a sway of your hips as Din watched you.
She is going to be the kriffing death of me, he thought as he turned around to face the dashboard and checked that nothing had been budged from your body being pressed over the buttons. Luckily, the navigation system was still working, and the ship was still on course.
You climbed down the cargo hold quietly and opened the door to the bunk, and let out a relieved sigh as you saw the Child still fast asleep. You closed it again, making sure to lock it when you heard the blare of the alarm. You quickly opened the bunk door again and grabbed the Child, waking him in the process.
“Kriffing hell,” you breathed out as you held onto the Child and scaled the ladder, walking into the cockpit as the ship lurched. You managed to climb into the passenger seat, placing the Child into the other, and strap yourselves in as the ship spun again and you heard someone firing at the Crest.
“What is going on?!” you exclaimed as Din expertly maneuvered the Crest, dodging the incoming fire.
“Hand over the Child, Mando,” you heard through the radio and felt the Crest rock from the force of a shot landing. “I might let you live.”
You held onto the sides of the cockpit as another hit landed, and the alarm continued to blare in your ears.
“Hold on,” you heard as the ship did a barrel roll. “Come on.”
“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold,” came the other bounty hunter’s voice. Your eyes widened at his words, knowing that it was Din’s tagline. You heard the other ship locking onto the Crest and felt Din abruptly slow the vessel, the other ship flying over you.
“That’s my line,” he said gruffly as he got a lock on the other bounty hunter and fired. You gazed in wonder as the ship exploded in a bright flash. The alarm kept blaring, drowning out the sound of flipping switches.
“Losing fuel,” he said before the ship’s power cut off, and you were left floating in space. The Child giggled next to you, and you shot him a stern look. Din pressed some more buttons on the console and tried to turn the control wheel to no avail. He turned around and walked to the back of the cockpit, flipping a switch, and you heard the Crest’s engines power up.
“Thank the Maker,” you breathed out as he made his way back to the pilot’s seat and flipped more switches and buttons to fire the engines and make your way towards a planet. You saw through the window that it was Tatooine, and you let out a groan. Oh, how you hated this planet.
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During the booty penetration part: “He went in, y’all!” - @heythere-mel 2021
A friend pointed me your way and told me to submit these two works to y’all, so here goes!
Let’s Talk About Sex Baby series - all smut, pure filth.
Well, This Is Awkward series - lots of smut, with plot as well. A bit of a longer read.
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“Hey! Hey!” What is it with dogs and mail deliveries? *pulls package out of dog’s mouth*
Thanks for the smutty treasures @pedro-pascal-love … Can confirm “Well, This Is Awkward” is a fire starter! Sounds like you’ve got some filthy friends there. I’m free for lunch. While you’re at it, tell that friend of yours they get a referral bonus! I should have something around here somewhere… If you hear screeching against concrete, it’s definitely not the fan being moved in front of my desk chair.
Hey Claire! We got another package addressed to @just-here-for-the-moment and @javierpinme c/o The Smut Basement!
Pairing: Dave York x F!Nanny
Rating: Explicit (18+)this is not for minors - get out of here
Warnings: SMUT - hair pulling, cum play, choking, spanking, blowjob, language, cheating/infidelity, very heavy daddy kink, unprotected sex (and that’s just the first chapter!)
Summary: What was supposed to be a one night stand turns into something more, something unexpected. Dave and Reader navigate through a whirlwind of events, some good and some bad, but what lies around the corner for them will test everything. Will their love be enough to restore how things once were? Or will they be left to pick up the pieces on their own?
Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader
Rating: Explicit (18+)this is not for minors - get out of here
Warnings: SMUT - PWP, language, fluff, mutual pining, dirty talk, cum play, fingering, masturbation, voyeurism, anal play, some choking, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP FOLKS), oral (male and female receiving)
Summary: Din learns the ins and outs of sex.
I think this calls for taking the day off for a reading session. What do you think, Claire?
