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He’s nervous.
You both are.
Standing a few feet apart from each other, you stare up into the pitch of his visor.
Gently, as not to startle him, you bring your hands to rest on the cool metal of his chest plate. Even under the unwavering beskar, you feel his chest rise and fall to match his quickened heartbeat.
It echoes your own.
The dim light of the plexibulbs cast a warm, delicate glow over him standing before you, like a statue. You took a tentative step forward, your eyes tracing over the silver contours of his helmet.
This isn’t the first time you’ve been intimate with the Mandalorian. Although, the word ‘intimate’ doesn’t seem to even begin to come close to what you’re experiencing now.
You had almost convinced yourself that you weren’t in love with him.
The first time you’d slept together was in the pilot seat of his ship; a passionate and frantic evening of indulgence, borne of loneliness and isolation.
The second had been in your bunk, after he sought you out for comfort and to vent his frustrations after a particularly difficult hunt.
The third had been on the cold steel of the floor beside his armoury. Just because.
But this…? This was different.
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Din had ventured out into the frozen wastes of the frigid little moon with you trudging along by his side. The temptation of a hot meal from the cantina had lured you out with him, after only a moderate amount of convincing.
His bounty was a small one. An older duros man who’d fled to this moon in hopes of evading the meagre price on his head.
You sat with a hot bowl of stew in front of you as Din assured you he’d meet you back at the ship by sunset at the latest.
He had been hours late.
The clunky sound of stumbling and clattering from the hold had snapped you awake from your seat in the cockpit, Din’s blanket slipping from your grasp as you bolted upright, trying to discern the noise.
The smell of oil and blood nearly overwhelmed you as you all but flew down the ladder to the floor below. Your boots slammed into the metal beneath you, your eyes snapping back and forth through the hangar, looking for any sign of the cacophony’s origin.
The bounty lay dead, crumpled in a heap against the door.
A thick streak of blood trailed from the door controls on the far side of the hold, the crimson stain becoming jagged and leading towards Din’s room.
When you found him, he was unconscious. Crumpled up awkwardly against his bunk, one bloodied glove stuck halfway inside a field kit.
It was a blur.
You acted on instinct. Stripping the beskar plates from his chest and shoulders. Carving away the fabric of his tunic and tugging out strips of it that had become clotted into the deep wounds on his arm and side. They were deep and the separation of flesh was smooth. Swells of blood surged like a tide from within the valleys of sundered flesh, soaking your hands in a heated grit.
It could have been hours you toiled over his prone body. Disinfecting, suturing, glueing, bandaging.
Din kept breathing, and you kept working.
The wounds had finally ceased the flow of blood, stitched up and packed tightly under bacta soaked bandages.
You tugged his pillow off his bunk and slid it under his helmeted head, before covering him up to his waist with his blanket.
Silently, you stumbled back, thudding against the opposite wall of his little bunkroom and sinking to the floor. Your legs splayed out in front of you, and it was then you noticed the sharp and painful static of pins and needles seeping into your muscles.
How long had you been kneeling over him…?
Your gaze lethargically swept over the unconscious bounty hunter in front of you, then settled on your hands. Numbly, you peer down at them in your lap, eyes tracing over the deep reddish-brown clotted under your nails, clinging to your hands and wrists.
At that moment, you broke down in tears, shattering the cold, still air around you, squeezing yourself into a quaking ball wracked with fits of sobbing.
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The rough tips of his gloved fingers whisper over your hips cautiously. The pads of your fingers gently slid up his arms, ghosting over the moderately healed wound on his bicep. You watched your hands caress him, trembling slightly at the intensity of his stare.
Din removed his gloves and dropped them absent-mindedly on the floor.
Achingly slowly, he tugs off the hefty straps of beskar covering his chest, casting it aside without even looking as to where it might land.
You stare transfixed, watching his thick fingers expertly pull apart the buckles and magnets of his pauldrons.
A gentle gasp escapes your lips as his bare hands cover yours. Slowly, so slowly , he raises your hands to the sides of his helmet. You feel the heat from your fingers dissipate into the cool beskar.
A shaky breath crackles through the modulator in his helmet, and he slides his hands down your wrists. His fingers barely touch you, waiting for you to move of your own accord.
Din had already decided, now he wanted you to choose.
You could have stared into that visor for days and had no way of knowing that any time had passed at all. The pounding of your heart was so fierce, you worried it would break out of your chest.
“Din,” you whispered, making his breath hitch. “Are you sure?”
“ Yes. ”
With a trembling inhale, you lifted the heavy helmet.
Slowly, you raised it over his chin and jaw revealing a smattering of rugged brown facial hair. Over his flushed lips, that pursed apprehensively. The tip of his nose, leading up to a hook in its bridge. Thick eyelashes were revealed next; shut tightly over almond-shaped eyes, his brows pressed together in trepidation. His shaggy hair curled at the edges of his face, framing it like the piece of art it is.
You hold the helmet against your chest like it's as delicate as a child, drinking his gorgeous features in, trying to commit every single line and curve to memory.
Painfully slowly, he opens his eyes and looks directly into you, and for a second, you think your heart actually stops beating.
Deep pools of umber stare back at you, carrying the weight of years or hardship and painful solitude. Eyes that have seen so much death, so much hurt, and now, stare into you brimming with fear.
He’s vulnerable. Scared. His eyes plead silently with you to accept him, to embrace him with open arms, to keep him safe.
Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, and you toss his helmet aside, closing the gap between you and, as carefully as you’re able, rest your fingers on either side of his face.
Din flinches. A heart wrenching sob escapes his lips, and he shuts his eyes in a nervous wince.
Ashamed, embarrassed, exposed, afraid .
“Din, it’s all right, it’s just me,” you whisper sweetly, gently bringing your lips to the apples of his cheeks to kiss away his tears. “You’re safe, I’m here. I’m here. ”
His trembling hands cover yours, gripping them tightly with need. His voice creaks as he whispers your name and swallows thickly.
You shush him, placing light kisses up the length of his nose.
He whispers your name again, his tone desperate and afraid.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Your eyes lock again, and it causes your breath to stutter.
“Please,” his honeyed voice makes your heart swell. “I—I want you to... kiss me.”
Din’s lips on yours is perfect agony. The taste of him makes your knees threaten to give out from underneath you. His arms wrap around you, and he places his hand on your jaw, tilting your head as he deepens the kiss.
The Mandalorian’s lips are clumsy and unpractised, but he makes up for his inexperience with a heavy passion behind every one of his movements. Slowly, he takes note of your lips, how they press into his, the flick of your tongue on his bottom lip. He follows suit, learning every part of your mouth with his. Taking careful note of every whimper and exhale, he adjusts himself to chase your pleasure. He needed to keep you making those perfect sounds.
A pained groan slips from his mouth as you pull away. Your shaky breaths match his as you bring your tongue out to wet your kiss-swollen lips. “ Din… ”
Stars, he could listen to you saying his name for an eternity.
Your hands gently explored his unarmoured sides, feeling his body judder as you twist your fingertips around his ribs. You want to see him; all of him.
“Din…” you whisper breathlessly against his lips. “Can I…?”
Din nods quickly, guiding your fingers with his, pulling the fabric of his flight suit out from under his belt. The feeling of warm, smooth skin beneath your hands makes you utter a stifled moan against his mouth. Underneath everything— his unbreakable beskar, his rough exterior—here he was; soft, and warm, and yielding to your every touch.
The silky slits of his scars met your fingertips as you explored his body. So many around his torso, little slivers, little reminders of things that could have taken this chance from you— from both of you.
It made you bite your lip at the swell of emotion surging up from within your gut.
Your fingertips lazily slid down his chest, tracing through the smatterings of hair over his warm skin. Din’s breath caught in his throat as you rested your fingers on the hem of his trousers.
“I can stop any time you want,” you whispered softly against his trembling lips. “No matter what, just tell me, and I’ll stop. It’s okay.”
“I—” he cleared his throat, audibly shaken up. “... I don’t want you to stop.”
The words lit a fire in your belly. Surging forward, you pressed your lips to his in a bruising kiss. One hand gripping his chestnut locks, the other delving beneath his underwear, desperate for the silky heat of him.
A gasped stutter erupting from his lips broke your fierce kiss as you wrapped your fingers around his aching length. It was obvious he was painfully straining against his pants. The throbbing pounding through your hand as you stroked him.
“M-maker…” he panted, his brow furrowing in deep concentration. He murmured your name, his hand coming to tangle itself in your hair so he could pull your head up to look at him.
His deep cocoa eyes bored into yours, speaking volumes of love and desire as you pumped him slowly. A vulnerable tint to his eyes made your heart ache as he stared into you, trying to commit every single detail of your features to his memory.
Your lips ghosted over his as you brought him closer and closer to the edge. The little huffs and whines tumbling from his lips made you force your thighs together, hearing the sweet sounds of desperation escape his lips.
“W-wait,” he choked out, and you ceased all movement immediately.
“Din, is everything okay?”
A sharp nod reassured you. “Y-yes, I just,” he panted, his calloused fingers settling around your jaw and pulling your lips to his in a passionate kiss.
“I-I don’t want this to end so soon…”
A small upwards quirk of your lips made his nerves set ablaze.
“Whatever you want, Din,” you purred gently against his mouth between kisses. “Tell me; all I want to do is make you feel good.”
A stuttered breath escaped him, making your nerves tingle once more. Your name fell from his lips just as yours met his.
“I—” he started, insecurity dripping off his words. “I want to make you feel good. Cyar’ika, can I…?”
“Din,” you breathed between kisses. “You can do whatever you want to me.”
“Then,” he pulled away, his deep chocolate irises boring into yours with a look so intense it made you quiver. “Lie back for me, pretty girl.”
Reluctantly, your hands left his cheeks, lying back against his bunk; your eyes fixed on his, begging him to take what he needed from you.
Rough fingertips cautiously traced over your thighs, gently gliding over your belly and finally, coming to a rest on either side of your waist.
“I want to taste you,” his voice was bolder than before. With a smouldering glance up at you, he dove down towards your stomach, his hot mouth trailing a line of passionate kisses from your navel to the inside of your inner thigh.
You felt his lips and teeth against your soft skin; no doubt leaving little suckled bruises on the tender flesh of your inner thighs. A quick glance down made your cunt throb; a collage of red marks dotted over your thighs made you let out a deep and lustful groan.
“Mark me, Din,” the words fell from your lips involuntarily. “Claim me as yours.”
A primal growl vibrated against your apex; without warning he thrust his mouth against your slit, feasting on you like a man starved. You let out a startled gasp as he continued his ministrations.
Once again, he was noticeably unpractised, but stars , if he didn’t make up for it in sheer enthusiasm.
“D-Din... maker …” you started, before he broke away from you, his name tumbling from your lips like a prayer.
“Tell me,” he gasped in between licks. “Tell me where you want me, beautiful girl.”
You laced your fingers through his chestnut locks and gripped with all your might. A heated breath tumbled from his mouth, breaking his devoted service, arousal dripping from the guttural sound. Firmly, you guided his head against your core, teaching him where you liked to be touched.
It seemed to stoke the burning flames within him even more. “Y-yes!” you yelped as his tongue flicked over your clit. “ There , Din, oh, stars—! ”
The Mandalorian always took to instructions quickly. He eagerly lapped at you, the flat of his tongue caressing your clit with so much love and desperation.
The swell of pleasure built up inside your gut gradually. Everything except for Din and the feel of his hot mouth against you melted away.
The bounty hunter was in his element. Your thighs each side of his head, locking him into place as he lapped and suckled at you was everything he’d ever wanted.
The gentle whimpers and barely formed words that fell from your mouth as he brought you to your peak made him ache painfully in his trousers.
He wanted to devour you. To keep you on the edge with his tongue, the feeling of your nails digging crescents into his scalp. The light sheen of sweat covering your beautiful body as he brought you ever so closer with the tip of his tongue. For a second, he was compelled to break away and speak:
“Beautiful,” he rasped, his voice much more gravelly than he had expected. “ Cum for me, you beautiful creature. I want to see you fall apart under my tongue.”
His words shot straight to your core; the brief moment he’d pulled away to issue his order to you had increased your sensitivity ten-fold. Relentlessly, he lapped at you, dragging your climax out with every flick of his tongue.
Within a few moments, you were writhing, screaming his name as you came undone.
Your orgasm ripped through you so violently, you were unable to take anything in other than the electric pulses of agonising pleasure coursing through you.
Before long, the incessant flicks of his tongue were too much and you gently pushed his head away. A stuttered series of breaths escaped you as you fell back into his mattress, flinging your arm over your eyes.
“M-maker,” you stuttered. “T-that was… wow. ”
Din chuckled, a tone of self-satisfaction in his throat. You’re made aware of a hefty weight settling on the mattress beside you. After a few moments, Din’s hand came to rest on your hip.
“Do you want me to continue?”
“Are you joking?!” you uttered with a sharp laugh of disbelief. “Din, if you don’t get on top of me I’m going to throw you out of the airlock.”
A crude chuckle escaped him. “Well, now,” he started, crawling up your body. “We wouldn’t want tha t to happen, hmm?” He leaned his hips into yours, grinding slightly against your naked core. “I wonder if there’s any way I can make it up to you, beautiful girl…”
It took every ounce of strength not to cry out into the humid air as he carefully pushed into you. The slow stretch of him made your eyelids flutter closed, focusing on the feeling of him filling you up.
“M-maker, you...” you whispered to no-one-in-particular.
“Use your words,” he murmured against your lips, your name tumbling from his mouth just a split second later.
“You,” your breath hitched, feeling him tense and thrust above you. “You fit me so well…” a gasp was forced from you as he thrust into you with force. “I feel so full, Din.”
You felt the stutter of his hips against yours as he took in your words. A curse slipped from his lips as he rutted into you. His body trembled under the force of his desperation as he thrust over, and over again, chasing both of your pleasure with every ounce of strength he could muster.
“Din…” his name slipping from your mouth made him stumble for a moment. “Y-you feel so good. Please, don’t stop...”
A strangled groan reverberated against your throat as he relentlessly fucked you into the mattress.
Din’s muscles were so tight under your hands that you were worried he might snap. The shudder of his arms let you know he was close; the rhythm of the cant of his hips stuttering. With a breathy whimper, you dragged his hand down between your legs. Without a need for an explanation, Din started to drag circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves, like he could read your mind. A startled gasp ripped from your throat as he began swirling his fingers against you.
“T-tell me, please, ” his deep voice rasped against your ear in between bites, making your heart leap. “Does that feel good…?”
“Yes,” you gasp against his cheek. “Yes, Din, so perfect…”
Your hips rose to meet his as your orgasm built fiercely under his ministrations. The tightly wound coil in your belly snapped, hoisting you into a freefall within Din’s arms as he continually bucked into you. The surge of your release left you trembling, almost on the verge of tears as he mercilessly barrelled into you, seeking his own release. Your nails digging into his back made him choke on a breath. A perfect mix of pleasure, and pain.
“ M-maker, ” the curse slipped from his parted lips as he continued thrusting deep inside you.
“Din…” you rasped, the ebbing waves of pleasure still rocking through you. “Cum, cum for me. I need to feel you.”
It was like a sucker punch to his gut. Upon hearing your desperate plea, his body shook violently, his release struck him so viciously, he felt as if he might never recover.
Din’s body pulsed as he pumped into you, his muscles taught as he rode his orgasm to fruition. A jumbled mix of Mandalorian and Basic words fell from his lips as the waves of bliss crashed through his body, each one dragging away another layer of stress and worry as pleasure ebbed through his bones.
The tender placement of your hand on his cheek brought him back from his reverie.
“... Hey,” you whispered sweetly, your half-lidded eyes locked with his.
“Hey,” the word escaped him, like a forced breath.
Watching him pant and catch his breath, you threaded your fingers through his umber locks and peppered his face with kisses. “Din,” you whispered gently. “I ...Thank you.”
“Beautiful girl,” he panted, beads of sweat starting to trickle down his relaxed brow. “Why do you think you have to thank me…?”
A gentle breath was exhaled from your nose as you looked upon the Mandalorian kindly.
This man, this wonderful man , was asking you ‘ why ’.
“Din,” you stared, voice barely above a whisper. “From the very first day I met you, I knew I wanted to be with you, no one else but you.” His soft, brown eyes flicked back and forth between your own irises as you gently explained; the trepidation in his eyes was almost palpable.
“The way you care for the little one; the gentle understanding you show him… and me. ” You averted your gaze, feeling the swell of heat bloom in your cheeks in nervous embarrassment. “When I first met you, I’d never fired a blaster before. And even then, you took it upon yourself to teach me how. To make sure I could defend myself if I needed to. And for no other reason other than, you wanted to help me…”
Your name fell from his lips as he peered down at you, his eyes filled with love and worry. “I wanted to help you. I wanted you to be near me… even if I didn’t understand why at the time.” A shaky breath split his sentence. “I am honoured to have you in my company, cyar’ika …”
A warm and gentle smile spread over your face as you turned, wrapping your arm around his narrow waist and hugging him tightly. “The feeling’s mutual, Djarin…”
A gentle chuckle met your ears, rumbling through his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. “Sleep, beautiful girl,” he pressed a kiss to your hairline. “I’ll keep you safe.”
As exhaustion gently coaxed you into sleep, you knew in your bones that he would stand by his promise, and there was nothing anyone could do that would stop you from protecting him just the same.