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Din had been strange. You hadn't picked up the pattern on him yet but there were random days that he just avoided you like a plague. It was odd, a little hurtful as he'd go all stiff and flee from you every chance he got on those days.
You'd tried not to think much of it but it was hard when you cared so deeply for him. Most days he was normal, humming along to your chatter softly as you both went about daily tasks. He didn't seem bothered to scoop the kid out of your arms and touching you was still just only when needed. Bandaging boo boos for you was endearing.
His hands never lingered too long. You both had a comfortable working relationship. Maybe years ago when you first began working together you'd been head over heels in last with him but you'd never acted on it. He hadn't either. The lust sunk into a deeper sort of emotion as you were exposed to his caring nature. He was simple. Straight forward. You'd become so comfortable around each other that he didn't flinch at you when you grasp his helmet and drag him down to your level. You knew when he'd cave to something and how to get what you wanted from him.
Countless arguments that mostly just consisted of him telling you he wouldn't do something - you sarcastically agreeing - and then him eventually doing the thing was your dynamic.
He'd brought you into the covert. You'd wander into the sewers without him, catching zero flack from the other mandalorians, and built relationships with other Mandos. You'd both long since given up on correcting folks who referred to you as a couple because it honestly didn't matter anymore. Neither one of you cared enough to tell them it wasn't the case anymore.
It was nice, honestly. Not much had changed with the kid. You remained reluctant to interact with him at first, just as Din had. Holding him at arms length until you just... didn't anymore. Much like Din had. You raised your white flag and began to dote.
Din would tease you about it but you honestly didn't care. It sparked deeper conversations between you both. Questions like: Did you ever want kids? Or where did you used to think you'd be at this point in your life. Sometimes he'd surprise you with his answers.
Sometimes he'd say these insightful, soft musing that surprise you. Most often though it was grunts and chuckles rather than actual words.
Din was acting weird again. It'd go on a few days and was bothering you. Had it been months of this on again off again dance? You had no clue. Taking care of the ship and the kid was a full time job. Especially while you both bounty hunted.
The kid had gone down for a nap so now was your opportunity. Normally you respected boundaries bit something felt wrong. He had no problem with the kid. Just you. You'd tested it several times so now you'll strike.
As the door to the cockpit slides open Din's body tenses.
"Okay, start talking. What the fuck is going on?" You demand, stomping up to his side. "How did I piss you off this time?"
"What? No. Nothing." He insists, already standing. You shove him down forcefully.
"Don't you lie to me, Din. If I have to follow you throughout the entire ship to get you to tell me I will. You know I'm just as stubborn as you. Talk."
He sighs, helmet tilting down.
"I got hit with that biodart, right?" You nod.
"Like six months ago, yeah." The biodart that scared you half to death but turned out to be an olfactory overdrive with better hearing. It's intent was to overwhelm someone long enough that they could get away. Din complained at first nearly fainting from the saturation but it had its perks. It settled but he was still a hound with that nose to an extent. You had to get used to unscented products so you didn't offend his nose.
You're eyes widen. "Do I stink right now?" You demand, lifting your arm.
"No- not necessarily-" he argues.
"Not necessarily!? Din! If I stink just tell me!" You cry at him, tugging on your top and lifting an arm to search for your B.O. It's strange that he was bothered on the ship with it when you'd been sweaty and bloody around him on missions no problem.
"Cya'rika," he sighs, waving your arms down.
"I'll go shower-"
"Stop." His voice thunders in the cockpit and you freeze. "It's a smell, yes. But... but not like that." You shift uncomfortably.
"Huh?" You demand. "What's that mean?" Din squirms. Actually squirms in his chair, reaching over to fiddle with the controls.
"It's going to make you uncomfortable."
"Oh, for fucks sake, just tell me what I can do to make you stop avoiding me for days at a time." He sighs, shoulders sinking and refusing to look up at you.
"It's your pheromones. They change." You move to stand in front of him, crossing your arms.
"Elaborate."
"I don't know, okay? You just... smell different."
"I stink, then," you insist, frustrated and throwing your hands up again. They smack back down on your thighs.
"No," he murmurs. "I... I think... I think you might smell... fertile." The cockpit is silenced for a moment as you absorb that information. He spares a glance up at your shocked face, watching your reaction.
"Uhhhhhhh," you start with a blink. "Youre... smelling my... ovulating?" You ask.
"Yeah," he hums. "At least I think so... its... its different," he grumbles. Slowly you settle into your chair behind him and he swivels.
"What... what's it smell like?" You ask.
"Ovulation?"
"Well... what do I smell like. What's the difference?" He shifts uncomfortably.
"Like... like you. It's not easy to describe. You always smell the kids head right?" He asks. You nod. "It's like me smelling your head. Like when you wake up and you smell like sleep. It's impossible to describe."
"And.. when I ovulate?" Din's quiet for a moment, helmet twisting toward his dash.
"You smell kind of sweet. Like... like flower blooming, I guess."
"And that's bad?" You ask.
"It's... overwhelming. Kind of clouds my head and it's... actually really nice."
"Oh."
The silence is deafening. You feel your pulse pick up and he gives a strangled groan. "It's pretty strong right now, can you head down?" He asks.
"Uh, yeah, I just..." you say as you stand, fiddling with your fingers awkwardly. "Does showering help?" Din's helmet shakes.
"It seeps out of your skin. It's everywhere you go. It..." he trails off, "I can't focus at all. I thought I was getting sick."
"What do you mean?" You ask quietly. "What were the symptoms?" He sighs, twisting fully towards you.
"I can't think. I get headaches. I actually get really irritated by people. Don't want to be around them at all." You can't help but crack a smile at him. Trying to suppress the rising giggle is hard as your hand flies to your mouth. "What?" He groans, exasperated.
"Nothing." Your giggle breaking through says otherwise.
"Not 'nothing', you womp rat. Answer." You kick you rock on your feet before grinning at him slyly.
"Din, babes, it sounds like I'm making you sexually frustrated." He bristles at that.
"Get to the hull," he growls but you know he'll never actually do anything but grumble like an old man.
"You gonna stare at my ass as I go?" You tease, twisting. He turns his chair away with the crossing of his arms.
"Out."
"Just hit a brothel when we land."
"It doesn't work like that!" He snaps. You roll your eyes leaning on the back of his chair. "When I'm not around you I'm fine. It's just your smell. Besides, no brothels. Too risky."
"Oooooooh," comes your teasing lit. "Din's got a crush on me, Din's got a crush!" Your singing has him swing to glare at you. You know he is even if you can't see his face.
"You're a child."
"Yes, yes, I am," you announce, seeing the way he just sinks in the chair. "But it's fine, you big lug. I'm just happy I wasn't doing anything to piss you off."
"You are now."
"That's on purpose." He grunts in response to you and ignores the obnoxious kiss you deliver to the side of his helmet.
"Stop, your going to saturate my armor." You chuckle, drawing back.
"I think I could probably find a doctor on Nevarro to prescribe me some form of birth control if that's what you want." You swear he stops breathing and when he answers he sputters.
"Y-you don't- I mean- that's not... I would never make you do something like that." His declaration felt off. There was some kind of miscommunication as you giggle. That is evident.
"Hey, sweetheart," you coax for him to look at you. "Hormonal birth control works by giving you false ovulation. I wouldn't actually be releasing an egg so hopefully it wouldn't give off my pheromones like now." He seems to choke at that.
"Oh... okay," he relents. But again something sparks in your brain. He meant something else. You don't have time to stop the surprised look on your face.
"Din," you start carefully, "Did you think I was offering to sleep with you?"
He's completely still - not even breathing for a moment. When he does, he's panting nervously but not speaking. You don't remove yourself from him, just wait patiently for his response despite already knowing the answer.
"Would you want to?" You prompt gently. In your peripheral vision, you see his hands tighten into fists over his lap when he still doesn't answer you glance down at his lap for a moment and then swing a leg over both of his. He presses back against the chair as you settle on top of him. "I won't be offended either way."
He draws in a shaky breath. "I don't want to make things messy between us."
"Din, we have a kid," you point out, "he's as much yours as he is mine. Things are already messy but that's life. Don't put off your own needs just so you can put everything in its own little box, okay? That's not good for you."
"And if you decide you don't want to?"
"Then we don't do it?" You scoff.
"Not what I meant," Din shifts under you for a moment, dropping his hands down to drop in his lap before quickly removing them like he'd forgotten your thighs were slung on his. You stay quiet, waiting for him to continue. "I've never... with someone."
"Like... ever?" You prod.
"Like ever. Brothels are too risky."
"What about other Mandos?"
"It's frown upon if your not married. I've never been interested in being married." You nod at him. It made sense.
"I've only ever been with one person before," you offer.
"But if it's not good - if I'm not good... I don't want you to hate me."
"Hate you? Din, there are only three things in this universe I hate, what are they?"
"Crooks, cons and when you touch something wet unexpectedly," he sighs out.
"Exactly! Everyone's different. What one person might like, someone else might not, ya know? If you're worried about it being good, then I'll show you what I like. And if it's bad? Who am I gonna tell? The kid? Kagra?" Din sighs at you softly.
"How would I know I'm ready for that?" He asks. It cools you some, you ponder quietly for a moment.
"I suppose, if you feel safe and comfortable with the person." He nods slowly.
"People... they make a big deal out of it. Is it as good as they say?" You shrug in response.
"Depends. Sometimes it's really nice. Sometimes not so much. It can be kind of gross. Kind of ugly. It's scratching an itch though."
"You're really selling me on this," he quips.
"I'm not trying to sell you on anything. I'm just giving you my experience." Din nods slowly. "I'm not here to convince you to. I'm here to support you and give you things you need. To make it easier." He hesitantly cups your face.
"Are you sure you'd want to? With me?" You snort at him, wrapping your fingers around his chest plate and pulling yourself close.
"Din, I had the biggest crush on you for the longest time. You and me, we could be anything we want to be. You just tell me what you need from me." He hums in response as he tests the waters by thumbing your cheek. It makes your eyes close.
"Can we? Now? It hurts with you being so close."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Okay then." At one point you may have been giddy. But the comfort you'd built with each other soothed you to a flattered ease. "Kids asleep in the bunk though, is this okay? Is there anything you don't want me to do?"
"What is there?" You nod slowly as you realize how little experience he's actually got.
"Okay, how about for now I just use my hand, yeah?" He gives out a shakey breath. "Take the edge off."
"That's okay." You nod.
"Show me then, what you like." You think you might hear a soft gulp muddled with his modulator. The leather of his glove squeaks as his fist tightens by your cheek. You take the lead and raise your hands to one of his, gently prying it open to lay the back of yours in his. "Show me." He gives off a little breath and then brings your hand to his chest.
The chill of beskar bites at your fingertips, cutting into your palm as he guides it lower. You try to keep your eyes level with his visor as you continue and keep a cool expression. Something open and inviting hopefully.
But you can't help the gasp that leaves your mouth and your widening eyes as he wraps your smaller hand around the hard appendage flagged between you. Trapped between the fabric below.
Your gaze falls down to verify what you were feeling and - oh yep. Din Djarin was unfairly enormous. "Oh, you're big," you murmur and he gives you this little noise. A tiny ah! as you give him a soft squeeze.
"Do you like that?" He asks, his voice ragged.
"I'd certainly like to try it," you reply in a softer voice as he urges you to squeeze him harder. You soak up his heavy breathing as you touch on him. Fingers stroking and squeezing him.
"Can I..." he starts. You tilt your head when he trails off.
"Can youuuu... what?" You ask.
"Its... its tight right now. Can you touch it directly?" You smile and hum at him.
"Can I? Are you okay with that?" You squeeze him and he gives a groan.
"Shit, please?" You peel back the little strip of fabric that covers his fly before lowering the zipper. Din's breathing is getting even heavier as his shoulders rise and fall. He gasps before giving a higher noise of relief when you pull him out of his flight suit.
He springs into light, tip wet and red. He was thick too. Thicker than he had any right to be. You raise your hand to your mouth, drawing a wet tongue over your palm. He jerks and gives a loud moan when you stroke him like that, cursing to the gods above. His hands grasp at the edges of his seat.
When he spread his thighs you slip, gasping and planting your hands on his thighs as you sink down in between. His hands snatch onto your back and you both chuckle when your stable. "Oops." His breathy chuckle soothes you for a moment as you try to adjust in his lap.
"Sorry," he hums and you settle close enough to sink between his thighs but still be supported in his lap.
"Do you want to see my boobs?" You ask too suddenly and his chuckle stops dead. "Too soon?"
"No. I mean- not too soon." It makes you grin at his helmet and you reach down to the hem of your top and draw it up over your head. Din's hands draw absent-mindedly over your thighs as you unhook the bra and let your breasts fall free.
"Can I touch?" He asks. It thrills you as you beam up at him. Your response is planting your hands on either of his hips to push them together before puffing your chest towards him. You even let your head fall onto a shoulder as you do. "Oh..." he muses softly. A movement lower makes you glance down. He's removing his gloves.
You'd seen his hands on rare occasions. He breathes out raggedly when his hands meet them. They're damp with sweat but warm and smooth. Your eyes close appreciatively at the gentle contact. He tests the weight in his hands, gently squeezing. You give him a delighted sigh.
The ovulating would explain why they were so sensitive right now. You give a soft cry when he rubs his thumbs downwards over the hardened nipples. He pauses before doing it a second time, earning a second reaction similarly. It's kind of nice, to let him play and explore with you in this way.
It's Din. You're not trying to impress him in a way you once would have. Instead this just felt like a new chapter. There was no wishing this had happened sooner because it wouldnt have been the same. You wouldn't have enjoyed it so freely as you did now. His touch would have been made your heart thunder nervously in your chest.
When he pauses you peel your eyes open to meet his visor. "Are you nervous?" You ask. He's quiet for a moment.
"Not anymore. Not with you." He admits. "Maybe a little worried I won't be any good." That makes you smile warmly at him. You reach to cradle his the curve of his helmet under his visor.
"There's nothing to be worried about here. Just explore, enjoy. There's no rush. There's nothing you have to do, okay?" This time, he visibly relaxes.
"Okay," he agrees, leaning his helmet into your hand. "I want to touch you for a while."
"I'd like that."
One hand of his slides down to cradle you around your waist. He slips around you and gently drags you up against his chest. It's intimate. Milky.
His other hand turns over and he's using his knuckles to glide over your skin. Not just your breasts. Din was truly exploring you - mapping you with soft strokes. He thumbs around the hollow of your throat. Pads of his fingertips glide over your clavicle like he's savoring the taste of it. Knuckles brush over the curve of your breasts. You have no idea how much time passes as you soak in his gentle caresses and stroking.
"You're so soft." When he speaks it washes over his vocoder like rocks in a creak. It's cool and refreshing to your overheating skin. "Is this what it's always like? I just want to wrap up in you forever. So warm." His words short circuit your brain as he traces down your arm with his fingers.
Your neck feels like it can't hold up your head anymore. You tilt your forehead toward him and are surprised when he meets you halfway. A soft thunk of your temples pressing together. Your faces twist towards each other.
His touch too welcoming to be effectively driving you wild. It was addictive. Intimate. More than you bargained for. But you were far from complaining.
"I never expected your hands to be so smooth," you murmur, mind swirling deeper into his whirlpooling sensual touches. It was hard to not drown in these hazy pools of heat against him. His palm skirting up over your abdomen. "I thought they'd be calloused and rough."
"You've imagined me touching you like this?" He inquires softly. You bite your lip when his hand has returned to your nipple again; the soft pinch he gives it has you giving a little jerk against him.
"Yeah, a lot."
Your bare feet lift off the grated floor to curl in the air when his thumb decides to circle your areola slowly, with feather light touches.
"What else have you thought about?" You gasp when he gives a light smack to your breast just to watch it bounce. He repeats it and your surprised to find just how much you like it. You can feel his cock bounce against your belly at the sight.
"Everything," you sigh, reach for the appendage you'd nearly forgotten about. He shudders when you give him a gentle stroke. "Use the thought of you to get off sometimes." His breath hitches and his arm wrapped around your middle drifts lower. He palms your ass and drags you further up his lap.
"Think about you most of the time. Even before the biodart I used to think about you. I used to think it was just because you were the only woman around, but it's also just... its just you. The smell. It's just you." That turns your belly nice and low. You hitch closer, pushing your toes against the floor for leverage to push your pelvis against where he's exposed. "Fuck," he hisses. "Do you like this? Is that why the scent is everywhere?"
"Probably," you huff with an amused grin. "Can I show you something?" He's body straightens to attention.
"Anything," he prompts. Popping the button on your pants gives enough room for your next move. You pull his fingers away from your breast and guide it lower. His visor follows it, his fingers dipping below your waistband at your gentle coaxing.
You don't expect his broken groan, but it's rewarding when he dips a finger in between the folds. You release his hand to let him explore on his own again, letting him poke and prod blindly.
Searching fingers spread and easily part you, slipping. "Wait...," he murmurs softly. "Where's the... there?" He offers as he slips a finger inside you. You gasp, hands snatching up the fabric at his sides. "Oh, fuck."
"Do you like it?" You ask.
"This will fit me? It's so tight." His gentle curiosity is as endearing as his unwittingly sexy dirty talk. You can't help but whimper at that.
"It's designed to push out another person. I think I can take you with a bit of elbow grease."
"You're sure? Then it stretches?" As he asks he pushes in a second finger. Not stroking or rubbing, just soaking inside you. Absorbing the heat and the spasms. You let out a moan when he tests his theory of you stretching, parting you on his fingers.
"Ah, Din!" You whimper. He preens at that. Postures and prides.
"Could you take me now? Would I stretch you too much?"
"Keep talking like that, please," you urge. He makes a noise of appreciation.
"How do you want me to touch you?" He asks. "Show me?" He's an eager student - fingers stretching you apart. It makes it hard to stand, you give a half-gasp when his fingers slip out of you. You don't miss him staring down at his fingers rubbing his thumb on his wet fingertips to feel the lingering residue.
"Care to help me with these?" You ask, and he's eagerly reaching forward to tug your pants off you. It makes you giggle but he pauses when he's ruched them down to your knees.
"Is... is this okay? Should I go slower? Am I doing something wrong?" He demands from you.
"No, no!" You cry, grasping his shoulders and staring into the depth of his visor. "I like that you're excited to see me. To touch me. It's real."
"Of course it's real," he breathes in response, standing up and towering over your nearly naked form. If you weren't so turned on, it'd make you laugh at the scene, Mando with his twitching cock against your belly.
"I like it. This is fun, ya know?" Din's breath shudders and he pulls you tight against him.
"Yeah, I usually have fun with you." That makes you beam. His words couldn't have been sweeter, warming you from the inside and making you molten. "Now can you show me how to touch you?"
Well, he was nothing if not pragmatic. You suppose it's a good thing he's so excited to have you. You bite your lip, nodding up at him eagerly.
It's cut short when you find the cockpit spinning and your stomach lurching. Din plants you down in his seat before kneeling in front of you. You burst into genuine laughter when he turns his head lamp, ready to burst at the seems. "Put that damn thing away!"
"I want to see, show me!" He insists, grasping your hands gently and dragging them down your belly.
"You can see just fine without it, you're going to make me feel like I'm getting a pap smear!" He sighs, reaching up to turn it back off.
"What's a pap smear?"
"A cervix exam where they scrape the vagina to check for abnormal cells, women have them yearly. I'm gonna tell you now, the headlamp stays off during sex, okay?" You giggle.
"Okay," he relents.
"Good boy," you chirp before shimmying your pants and underwear off to leave you completely bare. You open your legs up for him.
Finally relaxing back against his seat, you let your hands drift lower and he's drawn in immediately. He watches as you dip your fingers within your labia. "I think I like you touching me more," you urge as your two fingers dip inside. It's lack luster compared to his thicker digits.
"Why?"
"Your fingers are thicker, you reach deeper than I do," you whimper as you slowly begin to pump your fingers. He makes a choked sound as your pussy squelches. Kneeling, hovering closer, he plants his hands on your thighs.
"Where do you want me to reach inside you?" He rasps. "I've heard there's a place that feels really good."
You nod eagerly at him. "Give me your hand again," you urge, allowing him to replace your lacking fingers. He groans when his fingers sink into you, this time he's pumping them slowly like you were. You give a low moan, soaking up the lovely friction he's giving you. "That's so good," you murmur as your eyes slip shut.
You gasp and jerk when he begins to mix his stretching fingers and the pistoning of his hand.
"Like this?"
"Mhmm." Your head falls back.
"Show me the spot." You pant under him for a moment and then reach down to twist his palm heaven bound instead.
"Now, just - uh - curl your fingers and- NGH!" Din didn't need much guidance from there. Not when he was putting the pieces together. He was rubbing and pressing on your g-spot so much fast than you anticipated. It had your eyes watering in pleasure.
Your left panting and moaning under him. "Harder, please, please, Din." He nudges faster too with it as you squirm beneath him.
"You're so pretty like this."
You didn't need him to tell you that. You tighten on his fingers as he murmurs softly to you.
"Here," you murmur, dragging his hand up your thigh. You move his thumb to where you need it most, guiding him to circle it.
Your thighs tremble when he follows the movement with slow precision. Slowly applying more pressure while he pushed his fingers as deep as he could. He's good. He's so good that your quickly feeling the rise of an orgasm.
You give a louder moan when he pauses just to push a third finger in and he gives a mighty groan. "Bet you taste as good as you smell. Bet it'll be a real squeeze for my cock if you can barely fit three fingers." he rumbles. That breaks you. Your legs try to clamp shut as you try to muffle the wail you give with the back of your hand. "Are you...? Oh shit-" he gives a broken groan and begins to pause.
"No! No! Don't stop!" You cry, reaching for him until he's finger fucking you nearly too hard but fuck if it doesn't feel good. It's not until you're overstimulated and twitching at every movement with little whimpers that he slows and drags his fingers out. He let's you come down slowly, rubbing your quaking thighs when you slump and pant.
"Maybe I should do this to you more often, you're so quiet right now." His taunting earns him half a glare from.
"You... can fuck me... if you want?" That seems to rile him up in the right way.
"You could barely fit my fingers. Won't it hurt?"
"I've never minded a challenge. Just go slow, okay?"
"Then come down here," Din insists. So you follow his words, sinking on jellied legs into his lap once more.
"How do you want it?" You prompt. "On top? On bottom? Do you want to be behind me?"
"All of it." It makes you smile at that.
"Then come down here," you tease, leaning back to lay on the cold floor. He's quick to crawl over you. "Come on, we've got our whole lives."
He crawls on top of you, cock prodding your oversensative cunt. You let him try to line himself up without his hands at first. "Here," you offer, licking your palm wettly and then stroking him. He shivers and then let's you guide him to where his head notches on the still pulsing hole.
Your cunt gives easily for him. Both if you gasping when he unintentionally sinks to the hilt with only a burning stretch that he offered.
The moment stills as he stares down at you, gasped and stretched on him. Your arched, gasping at the fullness you're trembling on. The burn has your eyes watering.
"Can I?" He rasps, voice straining. It takes you too long to answer as you take slow breathes. "Please, cyare. Can I? Please?"
It's hard to focus on his words when he's stretching your cervix back as far as it will go. How long had it been since something had been deeper rather that stretching you with width.
Finally, you sigh, squeezing your eyes shut. "Yes."
He wastes no time before siding back enough that he catches his head on your rim. This time he sinks into you so slow. It's sickeningly slow and you arch up against him.
You were wet but not enough for him to glide perfectly. You get a rough friction as he slips back inside. He meets the end of you and keeps going. It hurts a little but it's still so good. You like it. Din's whole body curves as he presses into you as hard as he can it has you moaning loudly when he anchors into with the weight of his hips. "Shit-" you wince.
"Am I hurting you?" He frets, relinquishing the force of his slow thrust.
"I like it when it hurts a little," you promise, offering him a drinking grin. He shakes with that.
"Tell me if it's too much, baby," he whispers. And then he does it all over again. After a few of the slow thrusts he groans. Everytime he presses into you in nearly feels that way. But you adjust quickly to it. There's more satisfaction to it now as he jostles you're internal organs.
"You want to go faster?" You offer weakly.
You don't expect to have his thighs raise up to cradle yours over him as he tightens his hold on your waist. Your hips are lifted off the floor while he's still inside you. There's an odd squeal that leaves you at the sensation. Winding your legs around him as you feel him adjusting for a more powerful stance. He was going to rail you into the next planet. It was going to be delicious.
A wail leaves you on his first thrust. He was dragging you into the movement, spear you down onto him. You hands grasp at the fabric just under his pauldrons. There's a feral groan that rumbles out of him. His hips carve into yours roughly as he repeats the act over and over.
Your cunt flutters - tightening around him when he angles just right.
"Oh fuck!" He roars, trying to rear back but you'd tightened around him instictuallu. His whole body tightening on top of yours as he jerks to a pause. You feel your eyes rolling back into your skull as he grinds as deep as he can - pressing into the spongey spot he'd fingered only a short time before. Something twitched deeply inside. Heat spurting. "Shit, that was too quick," he curses, panting into your shoulder. He groans rocking shallowly against your fluttering walls. Not even thrusting, just adding pressure. His grasp forcing you flush with his hips.
You whimper at him as he sinks into you, relaxed. "Usually is the first time." He sighs, shaking his head against your shoulder and then tucking his crown against your chest.
"I'll touch you more. Make it good for you." He promises.
"Nah, nah you don't have-" He's jerking off you quickly and it shocks you.
"Oh, fuck!" He hisses, jerking out of you like he's burned you, prying your legs open to angle his visor down at your weeping cunt. "Shit, shit- I wasn't thinking clearly. Fuck - I was thinking but...," he trails.
He'd come inside you. Because you let him sleep with you. To help him not be so overwhelmed with your scent. Because you were ovulating. He'd come in you and you were ovulating. "I... I didnt think about it either." Your offer has his visor bearing down your face harshly.
"I was thinking," he repeats, fingers tightening under your knees. "All I could smell was you ovulating. I knew. I was thinking about it the whole time."
That sinks your gut down like a rock in water. You find the delight burning in your chest much the opposite reaction to what you expected yourself to have. "Oh." You murmur. You're blown away by the debauchery and depravity that is you being incredibly turned on by this fact rather than be appalled. Your cunt is tightening around nothing and leaking more of what Din spilled inside.
"I probably just got you pregnant and all you have to say is 'oh'?" He demands. You gulp.
"I... kind of liked it."
The cockpit is silenced. The flashes of hyperspace illuminate you both. A long string of snarled Mando'a rumbles around as your manhandled back onto a rock hard cock. It doesn't stop as he begins again, pushing out his spend with more harsh thrusts. Basic occasionally slips out of his mouth. Filth spilling into the air and tainting your opinion of him.
You're going to look so good carrying my baby. Tattoo my mudhorn on you. Look at you, so happy to give me whatever I want. You're so happy to please me that you'll just let me pump a baby into you if I wanted to. To expand my clan. Would you let me?
"Would you let me?" He punctuates with a hard grind into your hips. "Tell me, pretty girl." He's feral on the smells and tastes and sensations. Lost in the tight heat thats pounding around him.
"Want it," you whimper, nearly lost for words un how good the wet stretch of him had been. You couldn't find it shameful. It felt to good for that. Deeper, you just want him deeper. You want him to hook in deep inside you and grow. You want to swell with it. You want to want to never recover from this in a sick kind of way.
Those two words make Din pause at the end of you. Another whimper flutters out of you when slowly draws back from inside.
"Want my baby?" It's murmured lowly to you. It makes you nod slowly. "I'll give you many." You tremble beneath him as he just fucked into you slowly, rocking slowly. "I'll make your cunt all swollen like this all the time... all wet...all loose... Listen to it sucking me right in - it wants me doesn't it. Needs it."
God you really did love those moments Din surprises you with passionate thoughts. When you'd finally passed his grunting answers and painted you with his private thoughts. When you got to experience the beauty of his mind. It would always knock you flat when he did.
"Feel you in my throat."
"Not yet you don't."
His finger tips are chilly when they reach between you. Ice against the fire at the apex of your thighs. Cooling your skin as he rolls his thumb against your clit. It's devastating as he copies his earlier tactics. Angling his hips down and cock up.
Pressing up inside that spot. It sent shocks through you, burning you from the inside out. You can just grasp at him and his armor through it, cramming yourself far enough down to bruise some organs. You arch away from the floor. Choking your cunt around him when you come. It rips through as you sob into the air and milk him into you. His twitching muscles jumping as he slipped out of you, overly sensitive.
You're buzzing beneath him, staring up at his visor and wondering what color his eyes are for the millionth time. "That... was good."
"Good." He shifts above you, propped on one elbow as he reached under his helmet. It takes you a second to realize what he's doing. The sight of his lips, plush and curved artistically, joined with a squared stumbled jaw, sends you gasping and looking away quickly. Squeezing your eyes shut.
"Din!" You gasp, more out of shock. There's a metallic thump close to your head.
"Open your eyes, so I can marry you, clutz." His sigh pierces the air and your not used to being able to smell more than a whiff of his natural heady scent.
You do as he commands, fluttering your eyes open at him. Brown. His eyes are brown and vulnerable. He was stunning. You barely register you're promising him vows in mando'a - to lost in every line and curve of his face. Details you never even thought to imagine. The patchwork stubble, if he had crows feet, if he had big ears or if his head was shaped funny from the helmet. It was not, in fact.
He was breath taking.
"I like your face," you whisper to him in a quiet silence. "Why did you have me marry you?"
"Because I want to kiss you. All the time." It's a blunt response paired with an expressive sass. Twisting of his lips, holding of his eyes, tilting of his brows. It makes sense. He's never had to learn to guard it. He's got a nervous energy that melts you.
You're forced to laugh a little. "I suppose that's the best answer I could hope for," you hum, lifting your head towards him. "Let me teach you, yeah?"