Updated: March 11th.

Beautiful Truths

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: After hiring you for your unique ability of being able to detect lies, the Mandalorian unknowingly consumes a tea that has adverse effects. You decide to help him, and find out some surprising truths along the way.

WC: 5k

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI mild dubious consent due to “sex pollen”, references to child abuse & emotional abuse, references to addiction, references to canon typical violence, vaginal fingering, helmet comes OFF, oral sex (f receiving), praise!!, unprotected P in V sex, and you know I always have to get some softness in there 

A/N: This one kind of got away from me. Sex pollen & tent sex thots got me to start this story, but reader’s background turned dark unexpectedly and I had to go for it. PLEASE read the warnings - reader references abuse inflicted by parents with addiction disorders, but we don’t go into heavy details. 

I kind of love these idiots together, and may revisit them at a later date. 🖤

Un-beta’d. As always, comments & feedback are so so appreciated! I love to hear from anyone who reads, it makes my entire day every time. Thank you! :)

AO3

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"Hello?" 

You slowly pick your head up and twist your neck around from where you're laying facing the inner wall of the bunk, groaning as you do. What the hell? 

"Hey. Are you there?" 

Your brow furrows as you push yourself up by your elbows. Static is coming from below the bunk and you throw your legs off the side to search for the commlink responsible for interrupting your nap. You’re annoyed, briefly - until you realize that the sound of his voice, modulated even more than usual coming through the communication device, means something is wrong.

The commlink had obviously rolled under the bunk ages ago and was now covered in your dirty flight suits. You honestly didn’t even know it was there - he’s never called while he works. 

"Mando?" you say as soon as the comm unit is in your hand.

"I need you to meet me outside the village."

His voice seems deeper, and he sounds anxious - insistent maybe - but not panicked. Still, he sounds strange.

"...okay. Why?" 

"I can explain once you're here. Just, come quickly.”

You let out a light, incredulous scoff at the Mandalorian's ominous directive. This is weird. If he needed you for....something, he could have just come and collected you from the Crest himself. The village wasn’t a far walk from where you’d landed earlier today. Why was he asking you to leave the ship? 

"I'm sending my location," Mando says when you don’t respond immediately, "See you soon."

You drop the commlink on the bunk and rub your eyes, brows pinching together. Your grumpiness overtakes the confusion, but both emotions are followed by a sting of shame - you were having a really good dream, but its subject matter was nothing you'd ever admit to.

It’s been a few standard months since you’d joined the shiny bounty hunter aboard his Razor Crest and proven yourself an acceptable work associate - but only a few weeks had passed since you’d come to terms with your relentlessly annoying pining after him. 

It was nothing you couldn’t keep to yourself - by nature, you were used to keeping secrets - but once you had any amount of time to yourself it had become nearly impossible to keep the fantasies at bay. His commanding presence in close proximity to you on a daily basis was surely enough to fill the rest of your years with daydreams (and wet dreams), but his stature and competency was only part of it.

He was kind, and not only to you. It shocked you, the first time you'd witnessed the depths of compassion hidden beneath his blaster-proof armor that left most beings wondering if he was even human most of the time. 

But he was kind, and he was fair, and he was honest - and also human, as he’d informed you with a hint of amusement in his voice when you’d asked.

His honesty was, admittedly, the most important.

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Your mother had never been able to explain to you how your “gift” came about. The way she skirted around the question affirmed that she knew the answer - considering that you would know if she lied. 

Because that was it - by some strange twist of the universe, you had been given the “talent” of knowing if someone was telling the truth. 

Or, more accurately, you could tell if someone was lying. Lies by omission were harder to detect, but boldfaced fabrications struck a distinct chord in you. It couldn't inform you of where the actual truth lied, but being aware when someone was bluffing still had its major advantages. 

Unfortunately for you, your parents were spice runners - and because of you, they were damn good ones. With a human lie detector at their side in business dealings, they were able to make only the best connections, only work the cleanest jobs, and were rarely double-crossed. 

It wasn’t a hereditary trait that you knew of or were able to locate in any research, and you don’t think that you were born with the ability to see through the words of those who woefully attempted to deceive you. 

If you had to guess, you think your parents had made some sort of terrifying deal with a sorcerer or witch on any of the various backwater planets you were accustomed to visiting in the spice business. Maybe they had paid them, in credits or in spice, to cast some spell or brew some elixir that gave you your unique insight. 

They probably had sought after it for themselves, but for some reason it was handed to you instead, maybe as a joke - a funny way for a mage to cure their boredom for a day.

Or maybe it was a punishment. 

It wasn’t late into your teens that you had first tried to leave. Your parents no longer saw you as their child, and they hadn’t for some time. You were only a tool - a means to fill their pockets and their bloodstreams. 

But a means that was theirs, and not one that they were willing to relinquish so easily. 

Your first few escape attempts were pathetic, but arguably the most traumatic. You still were holding on to hope that they would miss you as their daughter, not just an instrument to fuel their addictions. Your hopes were crushed after your first recapture - your father pulling you by the arm back onto the ship and shouting something about “knowing your place” and making sure you were aware of the single thing that you were useful for was: making them credits.

It's been 15 years since you'd first tried to leave, and 10 since you'd succeeded. You'd tried to put all the distance in the galaxy between you and them, and mostly you’d achieved that. But you'd still sometimes hear their names in dirty cantinas, eavesdropping enough to learn of their fall from grace after getting wrapped up in bad runs and the wrong syndicates. 

Regrettably, it had never kept them from their endless search for you.

That's how you ended up here. 

You were camped out on a remote and sparsely populated planet when the reflection of your small fire on beskar nearly caused your heart to burst.

You knew why he was there - he was another bounty hunter hired by your parents to bring you back to them. This was a Mandalorian though, and you knew you probably wouldn't be able to slip your way out of his grasp. 

Your stunned state was broken when he spoke words you hadn't expected, 

"I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold." 

Cold?

You bolted. 

It didn't take long for him to catch you. You hit the dirt hard, the whipcord wrapped around your legs suspending any belief that you could put distance between yourself and the boots you could hear crunching over rocks and dirt behind you. 

Binders were attached to your wrists and large hands pulled you to your feet in a second. He was silent as he ushered you to walk with a blaster against your back.

As you stumbled where he led you, the weight of his words were ringing in your ears. 

"They- they said you could bring me in dead?" 

He didn't respond and your eyes stung with tears that you had long since forgotten you could produce. 

So, they had finally had enough. It had been a while since you'd run into one of their hired hunters - they must have been saving for someone like this Mandalorian. But this time, they didn't care if you made it back to them dead or alive. 

As long as you weren't free. 

The bounty hunter led you to his ship, up the ramp and into the cockpit, still cuffed. He pushed you down into the co-pilot seat and had initiated takeoff sequences, lifted off, and traversed through the rough atmosphere before you could think of anything to say. 

You just told him everything. 

You rambled, telling him who you were, who your parents were, why they wanted you, how long you’d been on the run, and basically everything in between while he sat in silence, not stopping you from speaking but never turning to look at you. 

During your endless monologue, there were a few moments where you thought he might not even be listening - but plenty where you were sure, from his limited body language, that you had his attention. 

You were exhausted, your throat raw and dry, and your voice was almost gone by the time you finished speaking. After a few minutes of silence he finally swiveled in his chair to face you. 

Your blood ran cold as he just sat there and observed you before finally saying, “I don’t believe you.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s a lie.” 

He took another minute to stare at you before he let out a scoff through the modulator, tilted his head slightly, and turned back to the console. His hands moved expertly across the controls, pressing buttons and flipping switches until the Crest jumped out of hyperspace and the navigation computer shut down. He turned back to you.

“The bounty on you is not very high. Work is hard to find nowadays, otherwise I wouldn’t have even picked it up.” 

Your eyes widened not only at the amount of words he was saying, but what they implied.

“I could destroy your puck,” he offered, “But what’s in it for me?”

“I can work for you, for free,” you say quickly, sitting up straight as the fatigue in your body and mind dissipated, “I can keep you on the right track with bounties, I- I know how to use a blaster - I even know my way around a hyperdrive. I can be very useful.”

He only stared for a moment, and you wished desperately for the first - but certainly not the last - time that you could see his face, could gauge his reactions. 

He used his pointer finger to press a single button on his vambrace and the binders demagnetized and fell in your lap. He turned back to the controls to point the nose of the ship in a different direction, entered new coordinates, and made the jump into hyperspace.

“Okay. Let’s see how useful you can be.”

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You're quite deep into a forested area when you finally approach the location he had sent you, roughly 30 minutes after leaving the Crest. There's a single sleeping pad placed under a makeshift tent made of a tarp tied with rope to a few low hanging tree branches, and a fire with a kettle and a small mug next to it.

He’s sitting on a stump further back from the fire, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his helmet directed at hands that are trembling slightly. 

"Have you been…camping out here?" you ask, incredulous.

"I have been camping when I work, recently," he sighs, his voice sounding off somehow, ''It has been less distracting than coming back to the ship - where you are." 

His words are truthful, but that doesn't explain the meaning behind them.

"I- I'm sorry I made you come all the way here," he says with a shake of his head, ignoring the vagueness in his response and you place the discrepancy in his voice - he sounds pained.

"I couldn't help myself. You - fuck - you can leave, if you want to." 

He stands as he breathes out the last few words, stepping towards where you stand between the sleeping pad and the small fire.

"Mando, what is going on?" 

You swear you hear a groan escape his helmet. You give him a look that surely conveys your deep confusion, and he sighs deeply, shaking his head.

"I- I was doing some recon outside an establishment that the quarry frequented…I bought some tea from a vendor out front. It looked like regular kriffing tea…but now I think I know why the crone selling it wouldn't stop giggling at me." 

You raise your eyebrows and tilt your head forward, waiting for him to elaborate. 

"I didn't even drink the whole cup. It must have some properties that are-," he cuts himself off, standing an arm's length from you now and although you can't see his face, you can feel his eyes boring into you. 

Your breath catches at the sensation and you can't help the tightness you feel beneath your navel at the rasp of his breathing pushing through the modulator in his helmet.  

His chest is rising and falling in earnest now, as he doesn't break his gaze as he tilts his head to the side and swears under his breath.

"Fuck- it must be an aphrodisiac. A- a strong one." 

Oh. 

"Shit, Mando, I-" your eyes widen and you blink rapidly as you try to find words, but he lets out another subdued, but pained sounding, groan when you say his name and reaches out to grab your upper arm. 

You lose the ability to speak. 

His gloved thumb moves shakily across your bare arm and he watches with wonder as your skin reacts to his touch with goosebumps.

As if instinctively, he grabs your other arm and his grip is almost too tight for comfort. He's never touched you like this before - to be honest, you don't think he's ever touched you, besides maybe an accidental shoulder bump in close quarters. 

But, his grip isn't making you uncomfortable. Although the touch is through the leather of his gloves, the fact that he's holding on to you sends your heart racing. Even in your confusion, you feel yourself melting under his hands.

"You should leave," he says, trepidation in his voice, and if his unrelenting hold on your arms wasn't sign enough of the contrary, you feel a slight hum in your chest that tells you he doesn't quite mean it.

You inhale a bit too deeply after realizing you'd been holding your breath. 

"Well I- I don't think you want me to," you manage to whisper.

"What I want isn't important." 

There is no telltale hum from that. 

Maker, what are you doing? This is an inherently bad idea - in the last few months, you have felt safer and more secure than you have in your entire life. He is already doing and risking so much for you, would this be taking advantage of him, even more than you felt you might already be? Did he actually want this, or was it just whatever substance was coursing through his veins right now? 

Or, after these effects have worn off, will he feel ashamed? Will he think that you had felt obligated, or that you had never wanted, or dreamed about this before? 

But Maker, you literally have dreamed of this. 

You take a deep breath and narrow your eyes in an attempt to find his through the visor while you search for something to say that might relieve you of your hesitation.

"What if I want to stay?" 

Mando's already clouded brain short circuits. Your words truly don't make sense to him but they do send what feels like all the blood in his body to his cock. He chokes back another embarrassing groan, and is unable to stop himself from ripping his gloves off to put his hands on either side of your neck. 

You gasp at the feeling of his rough palms against your skin and a consuming heat descends through your chest until it reaches between your legs. 

“You- You don’t mean that,” he says, the words openly defying the reaction your body is having to him.

“I want to stay,” you whisper.

He closes the distance between you and you reach up to splay your palms on his cuirass. The feeling of cool beskar on your skin along with his prominent hardness against your thigh creates from you an involuntary, but wanton, whimper. 

"Oh, fuck," he breathes out in response, his already deep voice dropping an extra octave as his hands slip down to grab your waist and he involuntarily grinds against you, "Fuck, you have no idea how many times I've tried to imagine a sound like that coming from you." 

It's your brain's turn to malfunction, because that wasn’t a lie.

You know he is speaking truthfully, but the truth doesn’t keep you from being floored at the idea that, like yourself, he has thought about this before - and multiple times. Your eyes grow wide at the revelation and your head is spinning as you try to sort through everything that you're feeling. 

Arousal is, by far, beating everything else out. 

"Are you sure you want this? You have to be sure…" he murmurs, and he’s unable to keep his hands from roaming to your back and squeezing at the flesh above your ass.

"Because if you aren't sure, you need to leave," he practically gasps out, looking down at the limited space between your bodies, "I- with you so close, I can't promise I won't do something that you will regret, if you aren’t." 

You move your hands to the fabric of his cowl, forcing him to look up so you can see the visor and fruitlessly search for his face beneath it - hoping you can convey your earnest desperation through your expression. 

You’re breathing almost as hard as he is now, the anticipation building almost too intensely as you feel yourself pulse and throb between your legs. 

“Mando, I’m sure.”

Not needing further reassurance, he drops his head again to gently put his forehead to yours, and his hands slide the small distance to cup your ass, fingers digging and grabbing at your flesh as you arch your back and press into him. 

You immediately wish you could lean in and kiss him - the inability to do so leaves you feeling somewhat awkward, but that thought dissipates once he brings one hand to your waistband, placing a finger underneath and trailing it around to your front. 

Flipping his hand quickly, he places his palm against your belly and pushes downwards until he reaches the wetness that's gathered between your thighs. The sinful, modulated moan that reaches your ears as he dips his fingers into you lights your skin on fire. 

“God, you’re so wet for me already,” he says and pulls back to look at your face. Your lips are parted and your eyelids are heavy as you struggle to keep them open against the feeling of his fingers inside of you. The small fire has gotten lower since you've arrived here, and the dim light casting moving shadows across your face reminds him of something ethereal.

“You are so beautiful” he says with a touch of awe in his voice, quickening the pace of his fingers as he drags them completely out of you, up to circle your clit a few times, and then back inside. The movement is strikingly similar to your own ministrations when you touch yourself, and you’re quickly left gasping for air and clinging to him. 

“Mando, please,” you moan, gripping him tighter to keep your balance. He suddenly removes himself from you to step back and pull you both down onto the sleeping pad. 

“Din,” he says once you’re both kneeling on the ground facing each other.

“What?” 

“My name - Din. I want to hear you say it.”

Your breath catches in your throat before you let out a surprised exhale. You pinch your brow and lick your lips before whispering with a small smile, “Din.”

He lets out a deep, relieved sounding breath and puts his palms on your shoulders to lower you to the ground. 

Din’s hands make quick work of removing your top and you kick your boots off to allow him to pull off your pants. Once you’re freed of your clothing, the vulnerability of it as he looms over you, still fully armored, stirs the already boiling heat in your stomach. You can also see how achingly hard he is under his trousers, and you shiver.

He lets his hands wander over your body, one hand gliding up your side to your breast and he pulls the other up to your face to press his thumb to your lips. You whimper before you part them and use the tip of your tongue to drag a line up the pad, tasting yourself from when it was between your thighs just moments ago. 

“Fuck,” he shudders, unable to tear his gaze from your face but still using his other hand to roll your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, “So soft…”

He pinches your nipple a little harder and you squirm beneath him, pulling his thumb into your mouth to suck and swirl your tongue around it.

“Thought about this so many times…”

Not a lie.

He removes his thumb from your mouth and gets back to his knees, his chest rapidly rising and falling as his gaze moves down your figure. He grabs one leg and lifts it to spread you open, groaning again. 

“You look so fucking good like this, spread out for me. Fuck, I want-” he stops, head snapping back to your face.

“Can you close your eyes, mesh’la?” he asks, his hands lifting off you to begin hurriedly taking off his armor, piece by piece, “Can you keep them shut?”

You prop yourself up on your elbows and nod your head in response, mesmerized by the sight of him removing his pauldrons and cuirass, before you realize why he’s asking. 

“Wait, Din, are you sure? You don’t have to-”

He interrupts you by saying your name and leaning over you again, now beskar-free with the exception of his helmet. 

“I’m sure. Close your eyes.”

You blink several times before complying. You hear a hiss and the crunch of dirt under the last piece of his armor being placed on the ground next to where you lay. A cool breeze blows over your naked body and you shiver just before his weight is back on you, and you feel his breath on your neck before you hear it - it sounds strange, almost, outside of his helmet.

Din wraps an arm around you and places his lips to your neck - it surprises you how soft they are at first - but he presses kisses harder and with more urgency as he moves up to your chin before crushing your mouth with his. The kiss begins clumsy, but the spark between you is staggering and you both are soon struggling to catch your breath while trying to stay attached at the lips. 

You reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair - it’s curly, you think, not cropped short as you might have expected of someone who lives all their waking hours inside of a helmet. You barely have a second to contemplate what color it might be before he prods your lips with his tongue and you eagerly let him in, the taste of him sending rolling flames through you.

His hand returns to between your thighs, fingers making quick and precise motions over your clit that make you moan into his mouth. He breaks the kiss to travel back to your neck, then down your chest. He stops at your breast, swirling his tongue around your stiff nipple and giving it a light nip, and you hear him chuckle darkly at the squeaking noise you make. 

“I want to taste you, is that okay?,” he asks and, even though it’s muffled against your flesh, the sound of his voice without the modulator asking you for permission makes your whole body break out in goosebumps.

“Fuck, yes, Din,” you manage to gasp out as you shudder against him.

He descends further down your body, using kisses and nibbles to mark newfound territory on his way. Din has never put his lips on anyone before, but the way your body responds under his mouth sends shockwaves through his system and has him desperate to find out what else he can bring out of you using it.

He wishes he could draw this out, that he could take as much time as necessary to learn every part of you intimately enough that he could recall it from memory for the rest of his life - but the substance from the tea is roaring in his ears loud enough that he thinks he might explode if he doesn’t keep pushing forward. 

Din moves past the apex of your legs at first, peppering your inner thighs with his lips before pulling back to allow himself a moment to admire you from this angle. 

You shift your hips slightly, unable to keep still when you know he’s between your legs, and the movement breaks his momentary trance. He wastes no more time and places his tongue flat against you, licking once from your entrance to your clit. 

You can’t help the loud moan that escapes you, and it gives him the confidence to continue. He’s somewhat hesitant at first in this new territory, but quickly picks up on your body language, vocalizations, and the tugs of your fingers in his hair to figure out how best to take care of you. 

It’s not long before he’s rutting himself against the ground, chasing relief from his cock that is somehow getting harder with every cry you make and each arch of your spine lifting off the sleeping pad. 

He’s focused though, and determined to have you come apart in his mouth before he comes apart himself - as he knows he will once he’s finally inside of you. He directs all his attention to your clit with his tongue and then puts two fingers inside, increasing both in speed until your thighs are pressing in on either side of his head and your hips are lifting off the ground in sporadic motions.

You squeeze your eyes shut even tighter and see white, your orgasm overtaking you as you tighten around his fingers. Din slows as you ride it out, and is already traveling back up your body when your hips finally drop back to the ground. 

You feel him hovering over your face, breath heavy and warm. You blindly reach out to grab him by the back of his neck and pull him down to kiss you deeply. 

“Maker, I can’t- I have to feel you,” he grits out, breaking the kiss early, “Turn around.”

You push up and flip to your stomach, and clumsily get to your hands and wobbly knees. The pad is thin and you can feel the rocky earth beneath you, but the sound of a zipper and the shuffling of clothing erases any semblance of discomfort. 

You feel two rough hands grab your waist and your knees slip quickly across the pad as he pulls you backwards to meet where he’s kneeling. He lines himself up to your entrance and the stretch you feel as he slides into you causes your arms to give out temporarily before you catch yourself with your elbows and arch your back.

“Oh my god, Din,” you whine before he slowly pulls out and then snaps his hips forward with force, plowing you further into the ground and you tighten around him in response. He starts fucking into you with rhythm, but no less intensity. 

“Fuck,” he says, his voice shaking, “You take me so well. I knew you would, thought about this so many times.”

He accentuates the last three words with powerful thrusts and you moan loudly, knowing that he means them. 

You extend your arms to lay them flat on the ground in front of you and arch your back further to lay your head down on its side, facing away from the fire. You take a moment to open your eyes minimally, and you see that what is left of the firelight is casting a shadow of the two of you against the tarp hanging from the tree.

The image of his helmetless silhouette thrusting into yours takes you by surprise, and you close your eyes again, crying out as another wave crashes into you. You feel your legs shake and you clench around him, the orgasm sudden and overwhelming for both of you. 

Din chokes out a gasp and pulls from you instantly. He lets out unsteady breaths and a groan as he empties himself behind you, and you secretly revel in the sensation when it finds its way dripping down your thighs. 

He places a hand on your back as he pants to catch his breath, and you slide your knees back to lay on your stomach while you wait for him to retrieve a cloth from his pack to clean you off. You lay patiently with your chin on your forearms, head swimming, until you hear him replace his helmet on his head and he lays down on his back beside you. 

You sit up to pull your shirt over your head and then lay back down on your side, facing him. The fire is almost completely out, the pulsating embers providing just enough light to see as far as where he lays. 

You’re chewing on the inside of your lips, wanting to say something but have no idea where to start. He finally rolls his head to look back at you, but stays mute as you.

His chest moves steadily, slow breathing coming with ease now. You smile when he simply tilts his head towards you and raises his arm, opening a space for you at his side. Sliding the small distance to cozy up beside him, you place your head on his shoulder and a hand on his chest. He brings his hand to your back, ghosting courses across it with his fingers and occasionally giving your shoulder a light squeeze.

Neither of you say anything, aware that words aren’t necessary yet. 

You will need to talk, but it can wait until daybreak. 

After a while your eyes start to droop, fatigue finally taking refuge in your mind. Just before you fall asleep, he tilts his head to softly place the side of his helmet on the top of your head.

“I meant what I said. I’ve wanted…you.”

“I know.”

Din Djarin x F!Reader Masterlist

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—Bred - 6.1k

Mando realizes he has a Breeding Kink

—The Bodyguard and the Betrothed (ongoing)

When a mysterious stranger shows up and rips you away from the only life you’ve ever known, you can’t help but wonder - is your mundane life about to get better?

—Freu(Din)an Slip - 3.4k

When you accidentally stumble upon a rather interesting holovid, you just can’t seem to get it out of your mind. So much so, that you just happen to slip up during a very inopportune moment

— Kinktober Day 31 - Biting (Vampire!Din) - 4k

Din thinks you’re scared of him. But actually, you just really want him to bite you.

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— Begging for Beskar (1) ///// Begging for Beskar (2)

Okay, if you were being honest, then yes. You had an armor kink. You think maybe he knew it, too.When Din brings you to visit an old friend, you find yourself with more Beskar than you bargained for.

— Effective Comm-unication - 3.8k

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— Kinktober Day 27 - Corruption - 2.4k

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5 Sentence Fics:

Giving Din a Treat - (Din Djarin x GN!Reader)

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First Time Going Down on Din - (Din Djarin x GN!Reader)

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THE MANDALORIAN: SEASON 2 ↳  MING NA WEN  as  FENNEC SHAND

ok so i know boba thots are meant to be kinky and all that but your last post got me thinking:

imagine Din, not having loved/be loved gets the affection and protection he deserves from both Boba and his girl. twice the lovin' for our repressed boi.

Daily Boba Thots™

28/03/2021

OH LAWD YES 😭😭😭

I’m tired again today skskd so this is going to be a short soft boba x you x din thot UwU

the first time it happens he’s like ‘what this?? i don’t understand?’ while you and boba are slowly undressing him and kissing every part of his skin as it becomes bare. praising him every time his body language says he’s feeling insecure.

“you’re gorgeous..” you’d whisper, lips ghosting over his hip bone and along the curves of the muscles lining his abdomen. din shivers when you reach a particularly ticklish spot below his armpit and then moans ever so gently when you trail your lips over a nipple.

“such pretty skin..” boba mumbles, his fingers tracing down din’s back, admiring the scars and sending goosebumps all down the younger mandalorian’s back.

boba starts to work his thumbs into the tense muscles on din’s shoulders, rubbing deep circles and drawing all the frustration and pain from the stressful day right out of din’s body.

you’ve worked your way up to din’s neck, his helmet still on and you pepper kisses all along his collarbones and neck, leaving small love marks for him to see later.

“that’s it..” boba draws out, “so good for us. nice and relaxed.”

you smile against the sensitive skin at the apex of his neck.

“exactly where you belong.”

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Carrie Fisher and Mark Hamill, late 70’s

https://old.reddit.com/r/StarWars/comments/1006dm9/idk_if_youre_in_here_but_your_truck_is_awesome/

Foreshadowing at it’s finest

masked in desperation

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word count: 6044

Warnings: Verbal Degradation. Physical Humiliation involving Din making reader wet herself. Dirty Talk. Penetrative, Non-Protective Sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong por favor). Rough then Soft Din. Don't worry, this is consensual and there is aftercare involved.

No summary because I don't even know what to call this? All you guys need to know is that this fic is based on/inspired by the following asks [x] [x] [x] [x]

A/N: Uhhh this is new for me so I'm sorry if I didn't get the dynamic involved with a humiliation kink right. Please let me know how I could correct anything should there be something off. This was supposed to be rougher...but I turned soft midway because nervous Din makes me warm. I hope you like it nonetheless though. Comments are hella appreciated. And you can add yourself to the taglist here. Enjoy and please don't @ me once you finish this fic. And I apologize that it took long, this semester was hell.

It was an act of crazed desire concealed beneath irritation and anger, irritation with you for managing to claw yourself into his heart and anger at himself for allowing you to do so freely. He couldn't deny his feelings anymore, not if he wanted to retain whatever sanity he had left around you. What started out as nothing but stress relief and a way to help with the pain left behind by Grogu leaving turned into Din wishing he could stake his claim on you every moment of every day so you wouldn't seek anyone else out. Not that he genuinely believed you would. Still...

And it wasn't like this was any different from what the two of you usually do. At least that's what he says to excuse his twisted behavior, to not dwell too much on his sick, possessive fantasies.

It was driving him mad. He wanted to mark you up, always did during those passionate nights, loved watching as you tried, and failed, to cover up his love bites and handprints from the guild members. But he also craved to feel the same way. He wanted to bear traces of you on him so people knew how much he cared for you, perhaps even recognized the hold you have on him. The only problem was, no one would ever see the angry nail scratches and bite marks you left every night on his skin because of his beskar. So this, this would do the trick, even if it was barely noticeable, even if it would be gone when he washed his beskar, even if the two of you would be the only ones who knew what happened behind closed doors.

The weird thing was, he doesn't even know how he got to this point. Well, that's not true. He can actually trace his way to this moment, but he feels ashamed to do so? Reluctant maybe. It didn't matter what he was feeling at this point. All he knew was that he needed to watch you as you humiliated yourself in front of him, and had no power to do anything about it. Perhaps it was because, deep down, he wanted to show you that he'd accept you no matter what. He wanted to prove to you that he may just be worthy of having you in his arms. He wanted to assure you that he would be committed to you until his dying breath. And this, in some way, was the solution.

Before he can reevaluate and dwell too much on his decision, he fills a cup with water and heads towards you, ignoring the Marshal's glances as he approaches you and taps on your shoulders.

"Yeah?" You turn around, and Din forces himself to stand his ground when he sees your smile growing wider as you take the water from his hand. "Oh aren't you sweet. Careful, or else they'll think you're growing soft." You tease him as you down the cup of water and hand it back to him before returning to fixing the ship. He says nothing as he walks back towards the cantina, and resumes his quiet meditation.

And that's how it goes for the next couple of hours. He brings you a cup of water every so often, murmuring something or other about how he doesn't have time to take care of you if you suffered from a heat stroke before leaving immediately. Din quietly thanks the maker for your discomfort with public refreshers, because this plan wouldn't have worked if you decided to go to the cantina or elsewhere to relieve yourself. He's locked his ship's refresher and made sure to not be anywhere in sight when you sought him out to ask about the issue with the door.

He feels himself grow harder when he notices you squirming as you work on the ship, softly palming himself through his pants when you halt your movements every couple of minutes to either cross your legs or push your hand between your thighs to attempt and alleviate some of that pain. A part of him feels horrible for putting you through this, but something tells him it will be worth it in the end. Din Djarin isn't a man of prayer, but he pleads to whatever higher power that created you that this wouldn't backfire and make you leave him.

As the twin suns slowly set beneath the sky, Din moves away from where he's been hiding and heads towards the ship, making sure he is in your line of sight as he walks up the ramp and towards his armory. He quickly takes out the durasteel cuffs from where he's set them, hiding them behind his back as he pretends to head towards the cockpit.

However, he stops when he sees you rushing past him and setting all of your tools aside. You're mumbling angrily beneath your breath when things begin to fall over, growling when you try to fix them a couple of more times, and they continue to fall.

"Motherfucking shit," Din hears you swear as you carelessly try to set the box again and it falls over. Shaking your head, you turn around and sprint past him again towards the refresher. His eyes never leave your shaking form as you push on the refresher button numerous times and nothing happens.

"Pfassk! Din, how angry would you be if I broke this fucking door right now?" You try to grab the gun on his holster but he is quicker than you, slamming his hand on your own to prevent you from taking it.

"Extremely." His answer is short and straight to the point, mostly because he can't trust himself to respond to you without giving himself away.

"God please I- I need..." You hesitate and try to remove your hand from him, only to feel his hold tighten around your wrist. He thought you'd break and confess what you needed to do due to your desperation, but you don't, holding your tongue and looking up at him quizzically when he removes your wrist and clasps one side of the cuff on them.

"Din, what- what're you doing?" You look down and watch as he clasps the cuffs on your other wrist and ensures that they aren't too tight around your wrists before he locks them. Before you can ask him again, Din drags you across the ship and into the cockpit, ignoring your annoyed murmurs as he sits down and pulls you onto his lap.

You squirm around and try to get up but Din’s hold on your waist tightens and he slides you against his beskar until you fall into his chest. He says nothing as you push away and try to maneuver yourself so your legs aren’t wide open. He chuckles lowly when he sees how much you’re struggling, finally allowing you to put some space between the two of you. You rest your back against the controls board and take a few deep breaths before you stare at him.

“Can you please let me go?” You ask patiently, and hope he sees how genuine and serious you’re being. When he sits back but keeps his hold on you, you know he isn’t going to make this easy.

“Why?”

“Because I- I need to take care of something,” you look away when you respond and Din feels his cock twitch in his pants at the sudden shyness taking over.

“How about you let me take care of you?” He takes his gloves off and throws them aside, smiling to himself when he sees you shiver as he moves his hands up and down your body. You watch him like a hawk and you feel yourself growing wet for a moment, but you realize this reaction is the last thing you want to experience in his presence right now.

“Wait Din- just...it’s not like that.” You bite your lower lip and stifle a moan when he cups your tits and softly flicks at your hardened nipples.

“No? And yet here you are melting at my touch...your body knows me mesh’la, it’s blooming for me and I’ve barely touched you. Sweet girl, don’t you want me to make you feel good? I’ve been thinking about you all day long, about kissing you until you’re breathless...and biting you until you have my mark everywhere. Don’t you want me to show you just how much I’ve missed you?” Din knows he’s not being fair but the way your eyes are glowing with lust is enough to ground him so he could carry out his plan.

“I- I do...fuck, Din- I really do. I barely think of anything else...but I really need to-” You shut your eyes and groan as soon as you feel Din’s hand descend down your chest and rest on your lower stomach. He supports your back as he slowly begins to push against your navel, watching with fascination as your face contorts from pain and pleasure the harder he pushes on your muscles. You’re not sure what’s happening for a few seconds until you manage to open your eyes and look at him. His visor prevents you from seeing what he’s thinking but none of it matters when you feel him shift underneath you before he eases up. You sigh in relief but Din repeats his actions, only this time, he’s becoming a little more aggressive with his touches.

"N-no wait please I-"

"What's the matter mesh'la? You're usually fucking me like a loth-cat in heat by now, begging for me to have my way with you...take what I want until you feel properly fucked and filled with my cum." Din leans forward, never once easing up as he begins to move you over his beskar-clad thigh. There’s not much you can do due to the cuffs and how much advantage Din has over you in terms of muscle and size so you do the only thing that’s left.

You beg.

"Please, please Din I- I just...I need to-" It takes every ounce of control not to let go of your body’s function and you realize you’re not making much sense when Din cuts you off again and asks you what you want.

"Need to what? Go on sweet girl, tell me. What do you need?" His motions become more rough as he alternates between shoving his hand against your bladder and moving your clothed heat across his thigh. Din wants nothing more than to push you to the floor and fuck you until you can’t remember anything but him, but he tries his best to keep himself in check until he gets what he wants.

"I'll do anything Din just...need the- the refresher. I'm so- so...maker, please wait-" The controls dig into your back the more you lay on them but you can’t find it in yourself to care because a different kind of pain shoots down your spine when Din brings you closer to him and hikes your shirt up. His palms are warm against your skin and you hate how good they feel because this was not how you saw the day going with him.

"You know the safeword. Say it if you want me to let you go and I will." His tone shifts and you throw all caution aside as you confess to him why you need to leave.

"Din please...I really need to pee. I- I'll come back right away but I- oh it's too much, t-too much." You think he’s going to apologize and let you go when you tell him but all your admission does is cause him to momentarily stop before he wraps his arms around you and stands up. He’s pushing you up against the wall, not caring for what you just said to him or how rough he’s being as he nudges his leg in between your thighs and resumes his antics from before.

"I know."

The curt response washes over you like ice and your eyes begin to water as soon as Din takes off his helmet and you see him smiling down at you. You don’t know that you’re shaking in his arms but he leans down and nuzzles into the crook of your neck to commit the moment to memory. He loves the effect he’s having on you and although a small part of him feels bad, he doesn’t bother or care to hold back as he brings himself flush against you, the action causing his beskar to push deeper against your navel and have his desired effect.

"Din?" He thinks your whimpers might make him cum right then and there but he takes a deep breath before he pulls away and looks down at you. He’s sure that his eyes don’t convey an ounce of guilt at the moment, the opposite actually, and it only brightens his smile as he pulls down your tank top strap far enough to give him access to the top of your breasts. Din moves closer to you and lays lazy kisses across your heated skin, all the while attempting to grab your attention so he could tell you what he wanted.

"Why do you think I kept handing you water all day ner ka'rta?"

"W-wha-?" Your sniffles pull at his heart but he knows that you’re not in any physical danger and that all you need to do is whisper your safeword and he’d let you go. When a tear drop trails down your chin and hits his forehead, Din has to pull away to take a better look at you. He hates how much he loves the way you’re looking at him right now, like he’s simultaneously a villain and a savior to your predicament.

"And who do you think locked the refresher? Sweet girl… I thought you were smarter than that." Your surprised gasp adds more to the innocence he’s seeing in you and it’s the last straw before he holds onto your waist and begins to move you across his thigh again.

"You what?"

“Go on pretty, I know how much you’re trying to hold it in. ‘m not letting you go any time soon,” Din talks down at you and if you weren’t trying to prevent yourself from embarrassing yourself in front of him, you’d think it was the sexiest tone he’s had with you yet. But it’s getting more difficult to control your bladder and even though you get the sense that he will probably win in the end, you still try to hold off as much as possible.

“Look at you trying so hard...prettiest fucking sight in the galaxy. And do you know what makes it even better? I can smell how much you want me...this tight, wet cunt is begging for my cock. You can have me sweetheart, you can have me right now if you want. But you know what you have to do.” You’re shaking in his arms and plead pathetically when he applies more pressure on your navel. You try to ask him why again but you can’t find the words and resume moaning his name as he uses you.

And that’s what he’s doing. He’s using you. Like he owns you. Like he has the right to control every muscle in your body. You’re not sure what it is that made him act like this all of a sudden and you know it ultimately doesn’t matter because like he said, he won’t be stopping any time soon. It’s just strange that he wants this. He wants you to embarrass yourself. He’s practically helping your body let loose so you could wet yourself. You try to convince yourself that nothing about this should be turning you on, but the way his eyes are hazed with lust and desperation makes you reevaluate your thoughts and you manage to look up at him as he begins to speak again.

“It’s okay mesh’la, you can let go. Let go, now! Make a mess sweetheart. Make a mess of me, I won’t fuck you till you ruin my beskar and make this ship dirty. Go on. Or do you want me to help you again?” Din isn’t sure what’s come over him but he doesn’t hold back anymore, slipping his hand underneath your pants and pushing hard on your bladder until he feels your thighs squeeze around him.

“D-din fuck...oh- my...maker I- I can’t-” You throw your head back as you fist your hands into his cowl, holding on to that last bit of self control before you’re no longer able to. As he lifts his hand and pushes again, the thread breaks and tears slowly roll down your cheeks as you frown up at Din when your bladder gives out. Din looks into your eyes one last time before his attention moves south and his jaw clenches tightly when he notices the material of your pants grow darker the more you relieve yourself.

He doesn’t bother to stop, continuing to apply pressure on your lower stomach as a day’s worth of water floods down your legs and onto his beskar. He watches with fascination as his pants grow wet as well before he hears the faint sound of droplets falling onto his ship. You follow his line of sight and whimper in embarrassment when you notice just how big of a mess you made. There’s a small puddle forming where the two of you are standing and your nervousness only grows when you see how wet Din’s pants are.

When there’s nothing left and your shaking subsides a little, Din removes his hand from you and returns it to your waist, squeezing the skin he has access to so he wouldn’t strip you and fuck you in the middle of your mess. Every time he moves his foot, he can hear the soft splashing sound of the puddle underneath him and it only makes him harder. When he finally looks at you, he’s met with the most vulnerable expression he’s ever seen on you and although he wants nothing more than to kiss you and apologize, he allows himself to go just a little further until he sees you’re no longer able to put up with him.

“D-din...you- you made me, I-”

“Oh sweet girl, I made you do nothing.” The look of shock on your face is worth the hassle and he watches as you pout your lower lip before more tears leave your gorgeous eyes.

“You’re just a filthy girl, wetting yourself in the middle of my ship and not caring how dirty you’ve become...you really couldn’t hold it in cyar’ika? Look at this, look at the mess you made of my armor. You know how valuable beskar is and yet you pissed all over it. And my ship!? Didn’t we just clean this ship pretty?” Din could feel you melting into him with every word that passes through his lips and when you look away from him, his smile falls and he quickly grabs your neck, turning it straightforward so he could look into your eyes.

“No, you don’t get to look away from me when you’ve just pissed all over yourself and me. Maybe I should change your name, call you ad’ika from now on.” He has to hold back from smiling when he sees the moment you recognize the word. He’s only ever used that word whenever he talked with Grogu and you knew exactly why he was bringing it up now. “You’re my little girl aren’t you? My filthy, pretty little ad’ika who can’t fucking control herself and marked me up like she has the right...like she owns me.” Din watches as your expression softens a bit at his last admission and he trails his gaze down your nose until he is only focusing on your lips.

You can’t help but also stare at his lips and Din uses the brief moment of distraction to unbutton your pants and slip his hand into your panties, humming in approval when he feels the wet fabric scratch deliciously at his knuckles. You gasp when you feel his fingers softly rubbing your slit and as you look into his dark brown eyes, Din slips two fingers into your wet cunt and stops.

“Fuck, you’re so wet ad’ika, so warm and wet and ready for me.” He nudges his fingers deeper into he finds the spot that makes you see stars. You know immediately what he wants to do and reach for his arms as he grows closer to you. When they begin to get in the way, Din takes hold of the cuffs and raises them high above your head until the cuffs are glued to the wall. He can’t stop from smiling down at you, all stretched out and ready to be thoroughly fucked. But he doesn’t give in just yet.

“Din it’s...you’ll get dirty. I- I don’t want you to-”

“I don’t fucking care,” he growls as he leans down and bites shoulder again, moaning against your skin when he feels your cunt clench around him. “That’s it, open up for me...let me make you feel good. I- I want you to scream my name sweetheart, scream my name as you make a mess of me. Please...I need it, need- maker...need you to drench me again.” His words twist something inside of you and you lean back as he moves his thick fingers in and out of you until you feel that familiar pressure all over again.

“Oh Din...your fingers f-feel so- so good.”

“That’s right ad’ika, only I get to touch you. Only I get to watch you come undone...only I get to wear your scent, your beautiful fucking wet scent. I- I won’t wash this armor sweet girl, not when you’ve marked it...marked me, this much. Go on, be a good girl and make a mess of me. Let me walk around with the smell of you etched on my fucking beskar.” You whimper at the filthy whispers Din breathes against you and just as you’re about to come, Din grabs your pants along with your damp panties and pushes them as far down as he could. You bite into your lower lip as he tries to push his digits deeper into you, and when you finally manage to turn and look at him, you hold your breath as you see the way he’s looking at you, into you.

“Cum for me. Now.”

The quiet order, along with the pace of his touches, breaks you and you force yourself to not shut your eyes as your pussy throbs around his fingers, a wave of euphoria washing over you so swiftly you think you’ll faint. Din momentarily turns his attention to your heat once again and he hisses when he feels you coming on his hand just as you squirt on his beskar and the floor of the ship. You’re unable to form a coherent sentence as Din refuses to slow down and your eyes water again when the hold he has on your waist becomes more painful than before.

“Maker...you’re perfect.” Din kisses your neck as he finally decides to slow down but the way he continues to rub your clit with his palm does little to calm your nerves and you don’t realize how much you’re shaking until everything quiets down and all that you can hear is the sound of Din’s heavy breathing and your own heaving and sniffling. You wince when he fully removes his hand from you and helps you out of your pants and shoes. He takes a step back and groans when he sees how spent and ruined you look as you stand on your tiptoes and try to calm down.

As you try to catch your breath, Din unlocks both cuffs and throws them aside, reaching down and grabbing your ass so he could support your weight against him. You jump on instinct and moan when you feel the cold beskar against your skin as Din grinds into your soaked heat. He doesn’t waste another moment, diving in and claiming your lips until he could feel your teeth nipping at his tongue. He makes sure he has a good grip on you before he moves to the refresher and as soon as the two of you are standing in front of it, he pushes a code into the pad and unlocks the door. You pull away for a moment to look into his eyes, the silence of your gaze knocking the breath out of him as you hide into his neck. It takes but a second for Din to realize that he shouldn’t try to push your limits any further for the night.

His touches grow softer as he carefully sets you down on the floor of the refresher. Din can see you’re shivering from the cold room and makes quick work of his clothes and armor, choosing to leave his boxer briefs on so you wouldn’t think of anything else. He leans down and taps twice on your shoulders so you could raise them above your head. As you do, you look everywhere else but him and the gesture is a little too raw for Din because as he strips you down to nothing, he’s leaning down and kissing your forehead until he feels you relax in his arms.

When he’s satisfied with your slowing heart rate, he stands up and turns on the water, making sure to stand in front of you and block you from the cold water until it turns warm. Even though he doesn’t particularly enjoy it, he turns the hot water just a little further, knowing how much you preferred it when it struck your skin.

Grabbing the bar of soap you bought from the last hunt, Din sits down and rests his back against the cold metal of the wall before pulling you towards him.

“Come to me mesh’la.” His voice is much more controlled and mellow than minutes before and you melt back into him as soon as his skin comes into contact with yours. You rest your back against his shoulder and sigh heavily when his hands begin to massage your arms. The scent of flowers hits your nostrils in seconds, making you relax even more as the soap washes away any trace of what you and Din had just done.

Din kisses your shoulder and neck as he rubs the soap on your chest and stomach, keeping his touches as appropriate as possible to distract himself from the hardening issue he was struggling with. Although he prefers you all sweaty and dirty, he makes sure to wash every inch of you, knowing that you probably needed to feel clean after...after what he’s done.

He pushes your back until you’re leaning forward far enough for him to wash your back as well. His breath hitches when he sees evidence of his touches on your skin from previous nights. Some of them have turned a light blue color while others were still purple.

Fuck. He didn’t know his grip was this harsh. He was a little guilty for bruising your skin, your lovely, beautiful, gorgeous skin. But the more he saw as he rubbed the soap over your back, the more pride he felt in his chest at the knowledge that he was the only one allowed to mark you.

“D-din…” You moan his name when he pulls you back into his chest and you feel his hands descend lower to wash your thighs. You think that he’s going to touch you where you ache for him but when he focuses on your thighs, you realize that he wasn’t going to go anywhere near your throbbing cunt.

“I’m here sweet girl, let me take care of you.” His whispers are laced with promises and affection and you’re not sure what to make of it. He’s never been this intense, this touch-starved, even this controlling. There’s something about the events of the night that tug at your heart and you wish you could ask him what has changed all of a sudden. But you don’t, instead repeating his words from earlier over and over again as he continues to wash you.

He told you, although indirectly, that you had the right to...to mark him, to own him. He begged you to drench him so everyone would know that he’s yours. That you’re his.

“Din please,” overcome with emotions, you slap the bar of soap away from him and use his surprise to your advantage, quickly turning around and holding onto his broad shoulders as you straddled his thighs.

“Ner ka'rta, we don’t have t-” Din keeps his hands to himself as he feels you rub yourself on his clothed cock. You instantly cut him off, molding your lips with his in a bruising kiss until his arms wrapped around your back. When you knew you had him, you pulled away and laid kisses across his handsome features. He was a moaning mess in no time and when you took hold of his chin and pushed it back, Din felt like he was travelling through the stars, the rough nips you were leaving across the jugular of his neck making him notice just how needy you were.

The hot water cascaded down your back as you assaulted Din’s skin and when you felt him grab your waist and begin to move you across of him, you knew he wasn’t going to deny you from what you wanted. Needed. Craved.

“I need you...now, please Din. I need to feel you inside me.”

“But-”

“Please? Oh maker, I- you said...you said you’d give me your cock if I wanted. And I do. I want you, I want your cock. I- you promised. I- I’ll do anything.” The sound of your desperate pleas sends a shiver down his spine and Din nods frantically just before you pull him out of his briefs.

“You- you’ve done enough for me cyar’ika. So so much. And I- I...oh-” Din throws his head back and shuts his eyes as soon as you lower yourself on his hard cock. He thinks he’s going to cum right then and there, but then you’re moving on top of him and squeezing him so tightly and he realizes that he needed to feel more of you. You cry out his name over and over again as he twitches against your tight walls, and when his eyes snap wide open and look at you, you can’t help but lean forward and bite into his shoulder to keep some semblance of control.

“S-sweet girl...lovely girl, tell me you’re mine.”

The short request causes you to falter in your pace but Din decides to take over again, wrapping his arms around you as he begins to move you on top of him.

“I- I’m yours Din, I’m yours. No one else can fuck me like you, n-no one can kiss me and touch me and take care of me like you...gods, you’re amazing. And you’re mine,” Din groans when he hears the last of your words and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck as you continue to whisper sweet things to him.

“You hear that Din...you’re mine. You- you belong to me, you touch only me...you, oh maker, you fuck only me. This cunt is yours baby and your cock was made for it. Made for me. You l-love only me. Right Din? P-please I’m...already so close. Tell me Din because you know...know that I love you. I love you. No one else. J-just you-”

Din is sure he might be suffocating you with how hard he’s hugging you right now but he doesn’t seem to notice because all he can hear is your declarations of love and commitment. Neither of you have ever come close to being this intimate but his earlier actions apparently unlocked something in the two of you.

You loved him. Even though he could be kinder, and was definitely too broken. You still loved him.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum. P-pfassk...I love you mesh’la. Only you...always you.” Din comes with a cry when he feels your nails digging into his back and he growls as his cock throbs inside you until he’s filled you with his cum. But he doesn’t stop, instead maintaining his pace just to see you fall apart one last time. It’s all too much and not enough, and he’s already oversensitive from coming but he has only himself to blame considering how much he edged himself the entire day. When he hears your gasps turn quieter, he knows you’re close and slithers his hand between your bodies to flick your clit. You moan into his shoulder as you quickly peak one last time, the touch of his fingers reminding you of what he’s done earlier and in a matter of seconds, you’re clenching around him so hard to the point where you’re not sure if you’re experiencing pain or pleasure.

Neither of you say anything as you slowly return to yourselves. When Din moves to try and turn the water off, you accidentally dig your nails deeper into his shoulder and make him hiss.

“S-sorry.” The small apology does something to Din and he decides that he needs to do this now and not when the two of you are in his cot. Twisting his hand into your hair, Din pulls it back until you’re forced to look at him. You stare at each other for what feels like hours before you lean forward and kiss him. It’s much slower and kinder than the earlier kisses and you smile when Din unintentionally thrusts into you. He pulls away and returns your expression when he sees how genuine it is.

“I think I should be the one apologizing ad’ika.”

You know what he’s referring to and you think that perhaps he’s beginning to feel more guilt at what he’s done but you brush it aside with a joke so he knew there was nothing of concern.

“Not sure what you’re talking about Din,” you leave a quick peck on his nose as you rest your cheek on his chest and hug him tightly. He recognizes what you’re doing right away and decides to not fight you, instead maneuvering you off of him to shut the water off. You try to stand but your legs give out immediately. Forutrantly for you, Din is there to catch you and he ignores your complaints as he carries you out of the refresher and into his room. You watch as he brings two towels and proceeds to dry you off, handing you the other one to dry your hair. You giggle when he almost stubs his toe as he comes back with a set of new clothes.

Din ignores your comments when you ask him why he was handing you one of his long sleeve shirts instead of your own, quickly putting on a pair of boxers before throwing the towels back into the refresher. When he comes back, you’re already comfortable and warm in his bed, the sight of you sniffing his pillows causing him to think of a multitude of thoughts. He brushes them all aside when you make room for him and ask him to come to you.

As he slithers underneath the covers, you waste no time and move closer to him until you’re sure you’re touching every inch of his skin.

“Are you okay mesh’la?” Although you know what he’s referring to by that question, you don’t bring up the topic, instead nuzzling into his chest. The sigh of content you hear tells you that he’s not overthinking what happened too much, and it signals for you to do the same because even though you never expected the day’s events, you can’t help but admit to yourself that one thing which you know Din will bring up when the two of you have properly rested.

As strange and sudden as it was, Din’s treatment of you turned you on.

Translations:

Mesh'la - beautiful

Cyar'ika - beloved

Ad'ika - little one

Ner ka'rta - my heart or my soul

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum - I love you

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