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Sunlight filtered through leaves high above you and as you lay on your back, basking in its blissful warmth, you think that nothing could ruin this moment right here. You will look back on it in the future and relish it when you find yourself cold and tired within the metal walls of the Razor Crest.
Well, almost nothing.
You can’t recall this planets name. When Mando had told you where he had landed, the immediate view captured you in its grasp that whatever he said was lost completely to you. It looked surreal, greenness of the plant-life almost blinding and threatening to overwhelm your senses. Trees that reached up to the stars roped around the ship you stood in; the leaves attached to them swaying methodically in what appeared to be a gentle breeze. A bounty hiding here would make a lot of sense if they were the kind to want to relish their last few lingering moments of life from The Mandalorian’s hand, hiding in the plain sight in a hidden paradise. You must have been gawking for far too long as a large, gloved hand firmly but carefully eased you towards the cockpits ladder.
As the mouth of the ship screeched unceremoniously open, an expectant but delicate breeze did sweep across your body. You closed your eyes, sighing softly as the feeling. It felt like eons since you had last felt such a feeling, one so calming and familiar. Babbles and gurgling pulled you from your daydreaming and you smiled down at the green, large-eared creature you held in your arms. He was gazing up at you with his just as large and curious eyes and you couldn’t help but smile more at him.
“Follow me”.
The Mandalorian’s voice was level and indifferent as ever as he began his way down the ramp to the grassy floor beneath, his boots echoing inside the ship.
Follow him? You blinked after him, confusion in your eyes. As his feet touched earth, he stood briefly before quickly turning to look back at you, realizing instantly that you hadn’t followed like he instructed. Usually, you stayed with the alien child while he went on his hunts, it was safer and logical. He hunted alone.
“Well?” You could easily hear his sigh even from where you stood apart from him.
“I thought-“ You stumbled on your words. He hadn’t said anything about you joining him for a hunt. Never even prepared you for such a task. Capable sure, you prided yourself in being at least competent to hold your own, but prepared? Light years from.
Mando just stared back at you. Or that is what it always looked like when he looked at you from behind a daunting helmet he never took off. A hard stare.
Suddenly, your feet and legs are moving, and you reach his side, only realizing you weren’t breathing when you felt your boots hit soft earth and not cold, unforgiving metal. Your breath comes out shaky as you clutch the child in your arms as he giggles out happily.
Finally looking up at Mando, you realize he is still staring down at you, unmoving like a shiny statue. You must squint as the light of multiple suns glint against his beskar armor and into your eyes. Decipherable thoughts swarm back into your dazed brain, and you find yourself asking him what you two were doing. What were you and the child doing out of the ship on a bounty hunt? Trying to get rid of you already? Was something you dared not ask, for it sounded too snarky and sarcastic, and you were too grateful to this beskar-cladded killer to even tease him a little.
His silence was palpable, and you looked away and back at the green gremlin squirming in your arms. He must be hungry; it had been some time since he last ate.
“I told you,” Mando finally spoke as he slung a bag you hadn’t even noticed he brought, around his shoulder. “I stopped here since we had time. I thought this place might be….” He paused as he continued to stare down upon you. If he stared any longer, you mused to yourself, he might just burn a hole straight through your skin. “Familiar”. Your heart was racing now at his change in tone. It was softer, genuine. You rarely heard him sound that way unless he was asking about his little alien son.
He had told you. While you were too busy wide eyeing the sight before you in the cockpit. His last bounty had been easier than expected for one with such a high reward, and he found he was ahead of the schedule Karga had anointed him for the four bounties he picked up from the man. This wasn’t your first-time running bounties with him, in fact, you had been one of those bounties before a shift in the universe happened to both of you. Now, you join the bounty hunter on his missions, aiding in repairs, keeping the ship ready for his returns, and most importantly, taking care of his child. His most prized possession. Mando was always quiet and precise, but no words were needed for this trip he took you specifically on.
Familiar. You roll the word on your tongue quietly as the tall man begins walking into the trees, you scurry after him, baby in your arms. It was familiar and you hold back tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. It felt like home. This wasn’t home, your home planet had been raided and over-turned by the Empire, but this, this place was like it’s twin. Now home was 6 metal walls, the hum of an alive and working spaceship, the silence of a hardened warrior and hyperspace, the joy of a cute alien being you had never even heard of in stories.
It wasn’t until you have been walking in comfortable silence that you wonder exactly how Mando knew this planet would be like your home planet. You want to ask until a memory forms in your head and it all comes rushing back to you like the water in the creek burbling to your right.
Night had settled over Nevarro with ease, but it had still been so warm and humid. Nevarro had been deemed safe since Cara Dune had become The Marshal there, your Mandalorian partner having a strong friendship with the woman meant the Razor Crest was welcomed whenever it deemed necessary to land on the rocky surface of the planet. So, it had. Mando was anxiously ready for his next set of bounties, never eager to stay in just one place at one time. You knew why, but the fear that clawed your insides when you thought about the predicament you somehow weaseled directly into the middle to forced you to shove it to the deepest pits of your stomach. But Nevarro was safe, you had been to this planet plenty enough, Mando always at your side or never far from your straying wonder.
This night when you disembarked the Razor Crest, you felt no anxiety. Something unseen tugged at the hairs on your neck, but Mando seemed unphased, the hungry child in your arms seemed, well, hungry, so you followed him into the city and amongst the bustling bodies of the ones who lived there. Mando got his bounties, you bought supplies and food.
Mando must have been enjoying the company of his two Nevarro friends (if he had ever heard you call Karga his friend, he might have killed you right there) because he took longer than anticipated. The city streets were quiet as you sat on a wooden bench outside under the stars, feeding the child some much needed food. Your eyes never left him as he slurped up the meat, your brows furrowing each time as he rarely chewed. It made you chuckle now though. With your guard down to the world around you and your full focus set on the lovely little creature in your lap, it was too late to notice a figure looming towards you, a blaster in its hands.
“Give me the child”.
You whipped your head to look at the figure now upon you, your eyes fearful as you instinctively clutched the child to your chest, making him drop his food to the dirt below and make a loud crying sound. The blaster was pointed at your head, and that was all you could see through the lens of pure panic. You only clutched the baby, unmoving as more shadows moved around you. There were more of them.
“Now!” The figure barked; its voice sounded unhuman but harsh.
The next parts of the memory fizzle ever so slightly, they’re hard to piece together. All you can remember from that moment forward is the figure, finger on the trigger, crumples to the ground. Large hands are guiding you to your feet and you know, you can feel, that it’s the Mandalorian. There are blaster bolts zooming over your heads as your ushered back through the city and back onto the Razor Crest. You remember only being able to hear your heart pulsing rapidly in your ears, bowled over onto the floor with the child tucked so tightly in your grasp that you start to register that you might suffocate him. The ship has reached Nevarro’s atmosphere and further when you begin to come to from the adrenaline rushing through your veins. You shakily locate the floating pod, wobbly knees leading you there as you gently place the creature into it. Its ears twitch as you let out a loud sigh, one hand lingering on his head. It takes you another moment to notice Mando standing behind you two, talking. You can’t comprehend at first what he is saying, the modulator in his helmet making it harder. You finally turn to look at him and your shoulders slump tiredly, thinking you know what he has asked.
“H-He’s fine. Not a single scratch” You breathe out, stroking the green gremlin’s fuzzy head again as he coos against your caring touch. He had always liked you since day 1 of meeting each other.
“Not him. You”. Your breath catches again as his words hit your ears perfectly clear. Or did you hear him that clearly? You look back up at him once more, a deep confusion etched across your features. He only stands and waits for you to answer him, but you look down at his gloved fingers, twitching. He seemed…. Worried?
You offer a weak smile. You were fine, just shaken up. “I-I’m fine” You assure the bounty hunter, now trying to stand, but finding your knees still like rubber, causing your legs to almost give way beneath you. Surprisingly, Mando catches you by steadying your shoulder and you can’t help but blush at this random act of kindness. It’s not what you deserved. “I’m fine” You state, trying to sound more confident, less shaky. You don’t think he believes it, but he lets you break from his grasp and find your way to the fresher.
The rest of that night, you lay in your cot, one the Mandalorian had insisted he purchase after you had slept on the floor for many missions. You didn’t mind the floor, but you feel something in your chest when he himself sets it up for you in the cargo hold, some feet away from his own cot. Sleep does not come easy. It never had for you, but it had been worse that night and you had flopped back and forth. The child had been put to bed and Mando had taken to also sitting in his cot, fidgeting with something in his hands. He had never done that before, left the cockpit while you were in bed, but you paid it no mind as you tried to sleep.
You started to lull into sleep’s wonderous hands until the ship slightly jolted, and you sat up, clutching at your chest, eyes blown wide. You jump as gloved hands are on your back and you ease into them, a soft, vocoded voice whispering to you in the dark, “It’s okay, it’s okay”. You close your eyes, breathing in deeply to get ahold of your breathing as Mando lies you back down on your cot. He kneels beside you for what seems like a long time, and as soon as you feel the vibrations of him standing up, you clutch his hand, his t-shaped visor meeting your eyes. You can barely make him out in the dim light, but you’re sure he can make you out just fine. “Stay” you hear yourself pathetically ask, your heart racing again. And he does.
He sits by your head and his presence makes you sleepy again, you feel safe with him so close. You would never tell him that. You sigh, tired, when his voice is floating through the ship’s walls once more. “Where are you from?” You hear him ask, his voice still quiet and soft.
You don’t register it as an odd question in your sleepy state. “Fei’too” You murmur in response, the name falling off your lips like honey. Mando had known a lot about you, too much, when you first joined his crew. You had always chalked it up to the bounty that had been placed on you briefly. So why did he not know this piece of information? You heard him hum to your tired reply, he must be thinking. He’s heard of Fei’too. Most people and creatures have. A stunning, peaceful planet, home to kindred folk, turned into nothing but fodder for a brutal empiric war, the peoples forced to submit to them or slavery. You imagine they must have been the same, though you secretly wished you had submitted to the Empire first.
Your eyelids are heavy and Mando whispers for you to sleep. And you do, the stress of the previous hours washing away.
Snapped back to real time, you bump into the back of Mando, grunting as your head hits the armor covering his upper back underneath his cloak. Quickly regaining yourself, you move back to his side, looking before you at why he has stopped walking. Before you stretches an open clearing devoid of the tall, spectacular trees you had previously been weaving through. Sunlight sparkles through the leaves and onto the green forest floor, reminding you of your childhood when you would play with your sister in the lush, safe forests of Fei’too. It makes your heart ache as you leave Mando behind to plop down beside an old fallen log, breathing in the smell of fresh, forest air. For once, not ship fuel or dirt or gunpowder. Real, beautiful earth. Like home. There are foreign flowers and plants sprouting from the ground around you and you set the squirming child down beside you, letting him play in the grass and follow a creature resembling a butterfly close-by.
Mando sits beside you, his pauldron almost touching your shoulder as he does. He sets the bag he was carrying in front of him and unzips it, revealing the food he had stashed away inside. You tilt your head slightly, wondering why he was doing this. Before you could ask, he hands you some bread, cheese, and fruit. You thank him kindly and call his alien son over, plopping him back in your lap. You give the little creature much of your food, taking only a few bites yourself as you ensure that he gets to eat as much as he wants. Your stomach growls and you remember just how long it had been since you three had last eaten. Mando is now shoving more food into your hands, and you can’t help but chuckle at the sight.
You instead feed the child some more of the fruit and it earns you a low grunt from Mando, one he does when he is frustrated. You look at the helmet he dons and find him already staring back at you. Why has he been doing that more often? “Eat” He huffs, frustration thick on his voice. You don’t argue and begin to eat yourself, again only a few bites before you quip up, “You should eat too you know”. The silence makes you take a few more bites to ease it. Silence wasn’t bad, you learned, but it was still hard to digest at times. “I want you two to eat first” He finally tells you.
You do eat some more, enjoying the different foreign fruits you had picked up on your last supply run. They were all sweet and juicy. You roll a rounded fruit in your hand, thinking as you do so. “I will turn around” You blurt, instantly blushing at your outburst. Shit, you shouldn’t have said that you think as you feel the Mandalorian sitting beside you tense. Instead of doing any damage control, you worsen it. “I won’t look, you just need to eat too” You murmur, turning your back to him, as well as turning the child’s back. He is too focused on munching on the food to care. You return to eating the food he placed before you and you think you will continue sitting there until you and the kid finish, but your ears perk with sound of metal moving against each other and Mando turning away from you. You listen as you hear a dull thud. His helmet is sitting in the grass now. You can’t help but smile as you hear him chew on a fruit and you distract yourself by rocking the child. How could a man, hidden by beskar, make your heart flutter like it does?
Mando finishes eating fast, too fast for your liking, but you silently understand. It must feel scary to take it off, if he even ever feels fear like that. The suns begin to start setting and you feel goose-droid bumps fall over your arms as the temperature drops slightly. You look up at the stars above, many still visible despite it not being dark out. They twinkle brightly against the planet’s suns, defying what you thought you knew about stars. Your admiring is cut short by a low, whistling sound flying through the air above your camp-out. Your head snaps to your left, eyes falling on a dart pinned into the dirt. Your heart explodes with panic as you hear more of that low whistling. “Go!” You hear that familiar modulated voice bark at you as more darts land in the earth by you. While scrambling to your feet, you cover the child in your arms safely, but it puts you right in the line of a dart. The thin needle lodges itself into your side and you hiss momentarily before Mando’s hands are grabbing you fiercely and propelling you into the sky with him.
The Razor Crest’s door shuts quickly as Mando lands inside, setting you on your feet. You sway as he instinctually makes his way to the ladder and into the cockpit to get the Hoth out of this planet. He could have sworn this planet was safe, and you hear him grumble until the hatch to the cockpit seals closed. You scramble to put the large-eared baby into his crib, shakily stroking his head as he looks to you, hands out-stretched, eyes confused and worried. “I-It’s ok-kay” you tell him with uneven breath, stroking his head. The ship lurches beneath you as it rises into the atmosphere and out into the space beyond. You heave a loud sigh, but it only reminds you of the sharp pain piercing your side. Heart skipping a beat, you close the crib instantly and fumble to your cot, crumpling onto the floor. You’re not sure what the dart was filled with, but your brain is already starting to feel foggy.
As the Razor Crest enters hyperspace, he jumps back down into the cargo hold and goes first to his son, helmet tilting forward as he realizes he is perfectly safe and now dozing off to sleep after eating so much. He turns to you, and that’s when the fog dissipates in your brain ever so slightly. You’re slumped against the wall, in your fingers the dart that had been piercing your side. The air around you switches from relief to worry at the speed of light, and the child’s crib is closed again. Firm hands grip at your shoulders, almost too tight and a beskar helmet searches your face. “What is it?” He demands, his tone imperative.
Analyzing the dart, you first assume it was just the standard run of the mill aphrodisiac-dart. It looks the exact same as the countless ones you’ve dealt with before. That is until you turn it in your hand and see the extra-colored feather fit snuggly on the head. Oh Fuck. It’s hard to hide your panic as Mando snatches it from your fingers, tossing it aside and making you face him now. “What is it?” He asks again, slower but just as firm. “It’s uhm, just an aphrodisiac dart” you try to say without slurring your words too much, but your effort is futile as they come out in a tumble. Your breathing is heavier and suddenly you feel like you’re going to burn up from a fever. But you know that this isn’t just any normal aphrodisiac and what is to come if you just slump here on your cot. There is still silence between you two as you scrunch your eyes together, trying to think of what to do. As a familiar pain runs up your spine, you know you need to get the bounty hunter out of here. You don’t want him to see you like this, it’s pathetic and sad. You can fight it this time. You can. Your thoughts aren’t logical anymore. You know if he stays, he will see you as weak, especially because you know, despite this specific darts effects, you will be begging for him.
Coming to to your name being said softly by the Mandalorian crouched before you, you open your eyes, their reach landing on his utility belt. That will do. You fumble forward, but even against the fog and rising pains in your body, you able to grasp what you wanted; his stun-cuffs. You’re not aware that Mando doesn’t even flinch away from you, but now he watches with bubbling worry and confusion. You place both hands behind your back, somehow managing to get just one cuff around both of your small wrists, and the last cuff securely attached to a pipe running near the floor. You lean back against the cool metal interior, flinching as another pang throbs your head. You feel just as much, the rising heat of arousal fill your body. It makes you shiver, and you have some sense still to bite back a moan as Mando places a hand on your knee now. He’s not really catching on and it’s killing you.
Mando stares at you through his helmet before he speaks up. “You… you can relieve yourself here. It’s safe.” You latch onto those last two words, heart hurting. “I will stay in the cockpit”. He finalizes for you, but your head is shaking back and forth and you’re frantic as he tries to uncuff you. “No!” You gasp out and he pauses. “Just-just let me ride through it. Just let me be” You cry, looking away from him. His hand hovers over you and you’re trying to not squirm and flail from both the pain and pleasure that is inevitably wreaking havoc on your systems. He says something that you don’t catch, and you feel relief when he leaves you alone, taking the closed crib with him to the cockpit. Stars, you feel your body tense up again as pain sears through your small body. It takes everything to not scream in pain.
The Mandalorian sets a waypoint in the Razor Crest’s navigational system, trying to clear his thoughts. He didn’t understand you in this moment. He assumed you wanted a safe space to yourself to deal with the aphrodisiac’s effects. He knew your past, assumed you didn’t want someone else touching you…. But he thinks on it more. As the waypoint is set and the Razor Crest jumps into hyperspace, he checks on the still sleeping child. He pauses, before he is again climbing down the ladder from the cockpit to check on you. What he finds isn’t what he initially expected.
Just as his boots clunk to the floor, a low, struggling scream escapes your lips. The pain is familiar, but it’s nonetheless pain. You stupidly think you can fight it and you stubbornly want to continue. Sweat is beading your face and neck and you’re pale, looking like you might pass out from the shock of pain. Mando is racing to the Med-Kit, rummaging as he growls, “I thought you said it was an aphrodisiac!”. He’s trying to find an antidote shot, but he swears as there is none stocked. The last one had been used.
You can’t help but laugh at his words, your brain high and foggy. He’s at your side again as you speak up, trying to form proper words. “It, it iss….” You begin to slur, and as he inches closer your pussy begins to throb beneath your clothes. “It’s Aphrodisia-P” You explain, cringing at the name as it leaves your mouth. “An aphrodisiac created and designed b-by Takers to make t-their slaves comply. While it h-has the same components as regular aphrodisiacs, i-it’s also laced with powerful poisons t-that attack the body w-when…..” When you get anxious you tend to blab, and blabbing info is easy. It’s what you know from spending your small free time as a slave studying. He’s waiting for you to finish. “-when you fight the aphrodisiac” you finish, back arching as more pain makes you struggle to breathe.
Now he understands. His gloved hand is cupping your cheek, his movements and touch gentle and caring. You’re fighting because this is what your Takers, your kidnappers, had used against you to get you to submit to them. But you didn’t have to submit anymore, not for them, not for anybody anymore. But that doesn’t mean you’re not craving touch, love. You’re leaning into his touch, some of the searing pain simmering as you moan ever so softly. You buck your hips as the arousal threatens your core and tears come streaming down your face. He feels so good as he wipes your tears away and that is what hurts the most. He’s so loving and it’s not what you deserve. He’s hushing you as you flinch from a searing pain clawing your chest. You’re gasping as you fight to breath and Mando can only helplessly ask, “What can I do for you?”
It’s not until his hands are grasping your clothes, of all things, that you realized you choked out that request. Your clothes, they were too tight, too hot.
Mando tosses your boots off, pausing before he grabs the waistband of your cargo pants, gloved fingers slipping underneath it and your boxers. You have no strength, and quite frankly, no desire to stop him as he smoothly slides them from your body. The cold ship air hits your legs and your already wet pussy and throbbing dick, and you squirm, whimpering. Mando makes an undecipherable noise behind his helmet, and you’re distracted again when he grabs your light shirt. With your arms cuffed and his respect for you not wanting to be uncuffed, he rips the shirt straight off your torso. You can’t help but moan, a bit too loudly, as he does so. Embarrassingly enough, you had daydreamed of him doing that too many times and now he’s doing it without a second thought.
You let some of the built tension go as the cold creeps against your soft skin, fanning the sweat beading there. You lull your head to the side to look at Mando and you shake as more pain etches itself across your body. Mando is looking at you, but not just at you, in between your legs. You blush fiercely against his gaze, a deep part of you wishing, hoping he would just touch you.
Mando snaps his head to meet your lust-filled gaze, and you wonder if he is blushing too. No… no he only sees you a crew member who has helped him out. Nothing more, right? Slowly you watch as he removes both his gloves and you go to ask him what he is doing when one palm cups your cheek again, the other holding down your trembling leg. “It’s okay” he murmurs to you, “it’s okay to give in”. You can barely register his calm words as you continue to fight the arousal that he is causing you to feel with his ever so amazing touch. You want to fight the arousal, but you know if you continue to, you might just die.
Mando groans softly as your hips buck again, but you sense his frustration too. You’re stubborn, you won’t give up, not now that you can make your own decisions. Watching your naked, heated body squirm before him, The Mandalorian feels the heat rising faster in his own body. He wants to help you, wants to make you feel loved and safe under someone’s touch again. He doesn’t know why he feels this way but it’s overpowering all his senses in this very moment. His cock pokes at his pants, begging to be let out. He knows you’re fighting because you’re scared, he wishes he could for once, make decisions for you.
“Let me help you” Mando breathes out, his helmet close to your face now. You can smell him, its overwhelming you, it’s safe and familiar. You let out a pained sob as his hand on your knee circles it now, comforting. “Please.”
You moan again, feeling yourself getting wetter at his... his plea. He wants you just as much as you want him right now and it ignites that fire in your abdomen even hotter.
You must give in and nod because he’s now sliding his legs underneath you, placing you on his lap carefully, like one wrong move would break you in half. You’re propped up slightly by his knees, leaving a sliver of space between your pussy and his clothed dick. You’re whimpering and he’s hushing you again. “Do you trust me?” He inquires, tilting your head up as he grasps your chin. You peer into the t-shape of his beskar helmet and can only nod.
“Tell me” His voice is dominant and demanding. He needs to hear you say it out loud.
“Yes, yes, I-I trust you” you gasp out as instead of pain, you feel a rush of heat go straight to your clit. His hands are no longer on you, but instead he’s grabbing a piece of your torn shirt from the floor. He rips a long piece and before you can blink, he’s tying it snugly around your eyes. You’re encased in darkness now, your fingers curling and your heart racing. He’s blind-folded you and you can only think of one thing from that act. But you’re launched back to consciousness as you feel him press against you, his breastplate pressing up against your warm chest. He presses you into the wall as his hands mess with the cuff attached to the wall. You want to protest until he’s bringing your arms up over your head, releasing the tension that was there moment before, and relocking the cuff to a different overhead pipe.
One of his hands is on your hip now, holding, the other placed on your chest. “You’re doing so good, good boy” Mando’s voice swims in your head as you find yourself grinding against him, your body no longer pained. His touch feels so good, his voice feels so good, it all feels so good. You must have said so out loud because you hear a small chuckle before lips are being pressed against yours.
Lips.
His lips.
You don’t recall him removing his helmet, but then again, you can’t see and the only thing filling your mind now is how horny you are. Horny for the beskar-armored bounty hunter who has killed in front of you countless times before, yet now is touching you like you’re made of glass.
Eagerly you kiss him back, feeling the stubble from his face tickle your skin. His lips are hungry and wanting and he moves them against yours like he had been waiting forever to do so. They’re dry but you don’t care, you kiss him back as he grabs your face, both of you savoring this make-out. Because that’s what it is, and you love it.
Mando pulls away finally, leaving you panting and fuzzy. His hands trail from your cheeks down to your throat, and you whimper, but they continue to trail further, down to your chest. He’s seen you topless many times before, on hot planets it’s no qualm to step outside in just your binder, or even without it, but this is different. You’re heaving underneath him, whimpering and moaning, grinding languidly against his armor. Against him. He brushes a thumb pad over one of your nipples and the light contact makes your breath catch in your throat. Mando rubs it oh so gently and it drives you insane now.
“I-I’m not made of glass,” you groan out to him, “you can touch me….. y-you can touch me as hard as you want.” You’ve always been so eager to please and your words make Mando growl, his dick twitching. His hands are rougher now and you let out a surprised but aroused squeak as he firmly rubs your nipple. “You’re going to regret saying that to me” Mando says heatedly, but it’s not a mean threat. It excites you to no end, and he knows that.
Taking your words as a sign to take you over completely, like you wanted, another hand continues to trail down your stomach. He brushes across your happy trail, fingers light again, before he presses his other thumb to your dick. A strangled moan leaves your throat as he rubs it now, pulling you fully into his thralls. “That’s it” he hums, voice still deep with his own arousal and heat. You lean your hips into his touch, pressing his thumb harder against the sensitive nub. His other hand stops abusing your nipple to grab the base of your throat, holding you still as you try to edge yourself closer to him. You’re gasping and falling into threads underneath his hands so easily now, burning hot with pleasure. Your fingernails are digging into your palms above you and you wish you could reach out and touch him with them.
Fingers search further down, sliding between your lips. You tense on impulse, but Mando continues to rub in just the right way. “You’re so wet” He moans now, and you feel your pussy clench, you’re sure he can feel it against his wandering fingers. “Such a good boy, so wet for me” his voice makes you shiver, and you moan with him, the sound of them vibrating against his hand that still rests on your throat. Your clit is hard against his thumb as he continues to rub, using your slick to ease the friction. Sparks light up your nerves as you twitch at his touch. You’ve never felt so good, it was intoxicating, and you don’t want him to ever stop. You want him to hold you here, keep you in this blissful state where you’re not remembering your traumas under this drug, where you feel loved.
A single finger prods at the entrance of your pussy now and unlike so many times before when someone had done that to you, it slides in so easily. Mando senses your apprehension and he pauses, removing his hand from your throat to bear down on your throbbing clit. It helps and he slides it all the way in. “Fuck, sweet boy, you’re so tight” he rasps, trying to not just hold you down and fuck the life out of you as you moan so sweetly and rock your hips on his finger. He lets you fuck yourself as he adds in a second finger, making you brokenly moan as he stretches you open. It’s almost, almost, too overwhelming as you stutter in your movements now, but Mando begins pistoning his fingers inside your pussy for you, his speed quickening on your clit. “F-fuck-!” Swears leave your lips as he continues like that, filling you up so well with only his fingers. “So much-“ you gasp, and he fucks harder. You can feel his dick against your ass now, struggling and throbbing beneath his pants. You try to reach out and stroke it, but your hands are still pinned.
“You like this?” Mando is close to your face again, never letting up his pace. “You like my fingers stretching open your tight little pussy?” and fuck you convulse under his words because you didn’t think he could talk so dirty. You gulp and nod, panting and moaning, it’s all you can do, words can’t form right in your brain anymore. His lips meet the warm and supple skin of your neck, kissing and biting and sucking. Leaving his mark. It’s so amazing, his fingers in you and rubbing you, his mouth purchasing your neck, but you find you want more, despite the fears you have adorned over the years, the fear of letting someone fuck you with their cock, you find you want his inside your pussy, breaking you to the point of no return.
“Please, please, Mando-“You choke out, your hands fidgeting above you. He knows, he can feel your need as he leaves a final hickey on your throat. His forehead presses against yours, how could he ever deny you anything when you beg so nicely? “I want you inside me, please, please-“you continue to beg and with those extra few words, his fingers are pulling away from your body. You whimper at the loss of contact, but you feel him unbuttoning his pants, freeing his cock from its confines.
Mando groans as he wraps his own hand around his cock, using the slick from your pussy to pump it a few times. You squirm underneath him, wishing you could see it, take it in your hands and help him instead. One hand grips your hip, the other aiding in guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance. You feel panic bubble in your chest as he presses against your folds but stops and lets you go. He’s staring at you, his breathing heavy too, and you hear him grab something and shift.
Dim but harsh light makes you squint as he pulls your blindfold up, letting you see. He’s wearing his helmet now, but you blush hard seeing the way your draped over his body, needy and hot. His cock is in his hand again, slowly pumping in front of your wet cunt and it makes you desire it more, seeing it in full and on display. You whimper and he moves closer to you again, pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance once more. He leaves it there for a moment as he begins to circle your dick, sending waves of pure pleasure up your spine. “You’re doing so good for me, baby” Mando praises, the vocoder crackling with his dropped tone of voice. It makes your pussy clench emptily again and that’s when he starts to press in.
Your mind goes blank. A hand is digging into your hip now as you open your eyes, staring deep into the beskar helmet.
“Breathe” Mando soothes. He’s barely even an inch in but he’s so thick against your tight walls. You want this so bad though, you don’t tell him to stop, and he waits.
You find you aren’t breathing, and then you do, gasping in your first few breathes as the man before you rubs circles on your clit slowly and methodically, sending your body spiraling. You feel yourself loosen, relax more and his cock slides in further. Your fingernails dig into your palms again as it burns and rips you open. The Mandalorian is praising you again, urging you to take him more and more until he’s fully in you.
“F-fuck!” You cry out, so stretched and full. Neither of you move as you adjust to his girth, but just this, him inside you, abusing your swollen dick, feels so right. Hands pull down your blindfold again, blinding you, but you don’t mind as you hear Mando remove his helmet from his head once more. Your abdomen sparks with more excitement as he grips your chin in his hand now, breathing on you. “I’m going to ruin you, sweet boy” He exhales, his voice so sultry and sexy.
You scream out in more pleasure than pain as he begins thrusting his hips. Your head falls backwards as he pulls back, his cock sliding out of your pussy, never leaving its confines before he’s thrusting all the way back in. He doesn’t go slow, his pace is rough and hard as he fucks you, your body bouncing up and down with each powerful and incredible thrust.
“I’m gonna break you open on my cock” Mando pants. “You’re gonna be so good, taking all of me, hm?”
Your screams die into loud moaning as your body instead screams with lust and pleasure. His mouth is on yours again, eating up all your cries and moans and whimpers, kissing your open mouth as he moans back into you. You start matching his movements, using what little mobility you still have left to push your hips down as his move up to meet yours. This sudden change cause him to groan low again and his arm is around your waist, helping you to match him.
Pleasure and heat start building up harshly in your abdomen, each circle on your clit adding more, each thrust, adding more. You’re gasping again, your back arched, your movements faltering. Thankfully your bounty hunter’s movements stay the same as he takes your pussy hard. Suddenly, he hits a spot inside you that makes your body burn and makes you go weak. It’s something you’ve never felt before, but that build up grows stronger now each time he hits it.
“Shit, right there?” Mando moans and you can only vigorously nod, hoping he doesn’t stop.
Your climb to ecstasy grows faster and you find yourself crying out his name, chants of “Mando, Mando, Mando-!” filling both your ears. He growls possessively, hitting that beloved spot inside of you over and over as you call out to him.
His breath tickles your ear as he leans over you once more. “It’s Din” He almost snarls. “Scream it, cum for me and scream it.”
You do. You have no time to react at him telling you his name right here, right now. You’re screaming Din over and over as you’re cumming over his cock, this one like no other you’ve experienced. It makes your body tense up immediately, arching your back as much as it can bend, stuck in place as your orgasm consumes your entire body. Your pussy is pulsating tightly and wetly around his cock, your dick pulsating too in his fingers.
The sight before Din is utterly beautiful, you, his handsome boy cumming on him so hard, absolutely wrecked and stretched open by his cock. He doesn’t stop thrusting into you, but now his pace is faltering as he fucks you right through your orgasm. It’s amazing and you don’t want it to end, but you feel him getting close too. “Din” your voice is a whisper, dark and slurred. He tilts his head to look at you, wishing you could see him watching you squirm. You whine again as he stops briefly, moving with his almost inhuman speed to remove the cuff keeping you against the ship’s wall.
As soon as it releases, you fall forward into his broad chest and he quickly undoes the other cuff, setting your arms and hands free. Despite their shakiness, you manage to grasp and clutch your fingers into his curly hair, his hands grabbing your hips and sliding you closer into him. You feel like if he squeezed you any closer you were going to become one with his body.
Din’s hands are firm but gentle and you can’t help but whine more as this new angle sets him further in your pussy. Your sensitive walls flutter around his hard cock and he’s heavily breathing into your ear, swearing under his breath as he guides your hips for you, chasing his own high.
You bite into the cloth hiding his neck, your body twitching with overstimulation as he uses you, all function of your own body having disintegrated into ashes. Din curses loudly and you know he’s close, so so close, and you want him to come so badly now. To come inside of you. “Come-“ you gasp right under his ear, sending a shiver through his body, “Din come inside me please!” Your words are met with him swearing again, met with a few more hearty thrusts, and he’s coming deep inside of you. You moan with him as he fills you with his cum, hands gripping you so tight you think they’ll leave bruises that will last days.
Din holds you there for what seems like eternity, his hands leaving your hips in order to wrap his arms around you. They encase you with warmth and calmness and he’s whispering in your ear, but they’re ringing, and you can’t hear what he’s saying. You feel yourself being peeled from his chest, and that’s when you realize he’s saying your name, so sweetly it makes you hiccup. When had you started crying? You go to wipe away the tears that had been racing down your cheeks, but the Mandalorian holding you protectively in his lap does that for you, his calloused fingers are rough, but you lean into his touch. It felt so good to have someone touch you like this.
Your name is being said again, this time clearer in your head, and you make a small sound in your throat to assure Din you’re listening to him now.
“You did so good for me, you came apart so good” he’s telling you. You hold your hand firmly over the one he has on your cheek, cradling it. You can’t let him go. “So proud, so good” your breathing evens out as he praises you, not having the ability this time either to react to the fact that he’s talking more than he ever has to you before.
Eventually your breathing is normal, and the tears are swiftly ebbed from your eyes. Din leans you back slowly to lay you on your cot. You hold his hand tightly, and if he weren’t a hardened hunter, you almost feign the thought of hurting his hand. You’re afraid he’s going to leave you here, under the darkness of the blindfold, the cold of the cargo even though he’s tucking a blanket over you. “D-don’t leave” you choke out, tears forming again as you realize how pathetic you must sound. He was only doing you a favor so you wouldn’t kill yourself on his god damned ship in front of his child of all things.
There’s a pause and you know Din is staring at you. It reignites those fuzzy feelings, how they’ve been growing with the more he has been staring at you lately.
“I would never leave you” The Mandalorian’s voice is quiet but it’s so sincere as he shifts his armored body to lay beside you. Well, as much as he can without causing too much noise and hitting you with the edges of his beskar. You heave a loud sigh from your chest as he turns your head towards him. He kisses you. Not just a light, subtle kiss, but deep and loving. “You okay?” he murmurs against your lips. You gulp and nod, placing your hands over his again. “S-so good” you can’t help but chuckle as you nuzzle his left hand. “T-thank y-you” you stutter out, blushing. You can just feel his smile as he holds you close to him now, rubbing your back.
Closing your eyes, you drift in and out of the grasps of sleep. His name echoes like a song in your sleepy brain, Din, Din, Din. Figments of thought disrupt you, panicked thoughts from your past, how you used to be used by others, left to cry yourself to sleep. It was all you had known, but now…. This bounty hunter, a Mandalorian of legends, defies all that you knew and holds you, makes you feel safe, wanted. The thoughts shrivel away, and you let all the tension from your body go as you fall asleep beside him.