another anonymous moment

Desperate moans and the creaking of you and Din's shared bunk fill the Crest as Din thrusts into you. It had been days since you'd been able to spend any meaningful time with eachother - he'd been away on a bounty hunt and had next to no time to contact you. You missed him, his touch, and he missed you too. The moment he stepped up the metal walkway into the ship you pounced on him, hugging him and squeezing his now defined bulge through his trousers.

"Somebody missed me, huh?" he grunted through his helmet.

You nodded furiously.

"So much daddy. Been so achey n worked up without you."

Din gently but firmly takes your hand and leads you to your bunkroom.

"Sit." he orders. You obey, you're in no mood to prolong your pleasure today.

He takes a finger to your chin and lifts it, so you're looking up into his beskar - clad face. You whine in anticipation, clenching your legs together.

With one swift motion he pushes them apart and reaches a gloved hand up your skirt. He rubs his finger over your panties before removing his glove - he liked to be able to feel your wetness and you clenching around him.

He sighs as he sees how soaked his fingers are. You notice his bulge hardening and you shiver - nothing feels better than daddy filling you up and you get so excited over the thought of it.

He begins to rub circles over your slit and clit, slowly at first, but picking up the pace when your moans become louder.

When you cry out particularly loudly he unexpectedly reaches his arm up and takes a fistful of your hair, pulling your head up to face him. You take this as a warning, Grogu was sleeping in the other room but honestly you think Din just enjoys controlling you, and who are you to complain?

You reach up amid the pleasure to remove his helmet, but he takes your hand and places it back onto the bunk. You realise today is not going to be intimate or romantic. Pure lust and a wish to make you orgasm around him is all it was.

As he increased the speed of his fingers the volume of your moans increased again. At this he flipped you onto your back, and slapped your ass with one sharp smack.

"All fours. Now."

You obey, at this point practically dripping for his dick. The sound of him unzipping his trousers made you arch your back for him - you knew when his dick was free as you felt him rubbing his tip against your slit. This filled you with frustration, you just wanted him to fill you up and fuck you.

You push back against him and with one swift thrust he pushes his dick into you, filling you up completely. Moaning wildly, you try to grind against it, you needed to feel him pounding into you.

He ceases all motion at this and delivers another quick, sharp smack to your ass. You moan loudly and stop moving. Only then does he begin thrusting - initially at a slow pace, but he was just as worked up as you were so he quickly began thrusting harder and faster.

"Please daddy please please!" you babble, too far gone to beg properly. He keeps thrusting, hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

It all felt so deliciously overwhelming, and you clenched around him coming undone with a loud cry. He growls at this - you didn't ask for permission, but he's too far gone to truly care. He doesn't, however, stop pounding into you, chasing his own orgasm. You feel him gripping your hips harder and harder, and shudder knowing it'll leave bruises.

Scorching heat surrounded the air around you as you walked with Din to Jabba's (or you supposed now Boba's) Palace. Boba had asked Din for a favour, he needed him to help defend Tatooine from some piece of shit trying to take over. You didn't know who and you didn't care to know - you'd lost track of the amount of assholes you'd encountered recently.

"Keep up." Din orders you - you were dragging behind, dehydrated and grumpy.

You don't answer, knowing Din doesn't like when you have an attitude, but you huff. You make no attempt to try to keep up and have a considerably bad attitude brewing.

Doesn't help that Din had teased you beyond belief on the Crest and left you thoroughly unsatisfied when he recieved the call from Boba to come quickly.

You'd been forced to clench your thighs and be patient, but you were pissed, and you wanted Din to know about it.

Eventually you reach the palace. Tall, tan walls greet you and you're beyond relieved to see shade. Din talks with the Gamorrean guards, explaining who you are and why you're here. They lead you down a dark yet refreshingly cool corridor, and into what was formerly Jabba's throne room, where Boba is sitting on his throne waiting to greet you.

"Mando," Boba grunts, "It's been a long time."

Din nods his head in response.

"I see you still worship the creed."

"I see you still rely on others to get a job done." Din bites back.

You're interested in the dynamic they have. There's a sense of mutual respect, but also one of resentment. You make a mental note to ask Din about it later.

Zoning out from the conversation, you look around the throne room, wondering where you'll stay overnight as this wasn't going to be a simple job for Din. In all honesty, you weren't really supposed to come with him, but you'd begged him to let you after he left you hanging earlier.

You glance up to see Boba leading Din to your room, and you follow after being beckoned over by Din.

Your room is pretty nice considering Jabba used to live here - it's clean and cool, and the bedsheets have a beautiful embroidered pattern all over them.

"I trust you find this suitable?" Boba asks Din.

"Perfect. Thank you." Din replies, giving Boba a nod as he leaves.

The next ten minutes is filled with silence as you unpack your things onto the bed - you're in no mood for conversation and Din picks up on this.

"Got something to say?" Din finally says coolly, breaking the silence.

"No." you mutter childishly. You know you're being difficult but you're just so frustrated and that damn ache between your legs isn't helping either.

You hope he'll drop the subject and leave to be briefed by Boba so you can give yourself some much needed relief, but of course he doesn't.

"You're mad." he says.

He knows you too well.

"Not mad. Frustrated." you huff in reply.

"Because of earlier?" he asks. You can't see his face under his helmet but you know he's smirking slightly and it infuriates you.

"Yes," you reply quietly, "We haven't seen eachother in forever and then you go and start something you can't finish!"

You could hear a pin drop in the room - only the sound of Din's boots pacing towards you can be heard.

You look away from him, feeling slightly ashamed of your outburst, but he reaches a gloved finger towards your chin and moves your head to face him.

"I'm sorry angel,"

You're surprised, it's rare that Din apologises.

"But that's no excuse to have an attitude with me".

With that sentence it's almost like Din does a full 180.

He grabs your hand, pulling you towards the bed. You know better than to resist.

Din has always been firm but gentle in the bedroom, and you know everything he does is for your pleasure, yet you can't help but feel a little nervous. Your attitude hadn't even been that bad, you were both just really pent up.

He abruptly pulls your skirt down leaving you in just your shirt and panties - you were wet already, with arousal from your earlier experience and the roughness of this one.

"You want me to please you baby? Want me to tease this pretty little cunt until you're begging? Because believe me, I will." he says, pushing aside your panties and rubbing a finger over your folds.

Just as you're beginning to relax, relishing the feeling of Din's touch, you feel a sharp slap to your pussy. You gasp - did he really just spank your clit?

The tension is so thick in the air you could cut it.

"You know I love you, pretty thing," he continues, rubbing your folds,

"But you cannot take that attitude with me, ever. Respect me and I will give you everything you desire and more, you know that."

He abruptly rips the side of your panties, and lifts you up by the hips to get them loose.

"Head up. Close your eyes."

He ties them round your head, using them as a makeshift blindfold.

You hear a telltale hissing sound; knowing he's taking off his helmet and why makes you whimper in anticipation.

"If you can't be quiet I'll have to stop, unless you want Boba to know how much of a fucking whore you are?"

"Yes sir 'm sorry."

He strokes your clit in response - "I know you are doll, such a pretty girl for me aren't you? So needy, getting all impatient for me."

You bite your lip, knowing he's more than capable of stopping.

Seeing this and knowing how worked up you are, Din takes pity on you and licks from your hole to just below your clit. He may be sympathetic but he's still a tease.

It takes everything in you for you to not cry out - you and Din had been apart for so long that you'd nearly forgotten how good his mouth felt against you. How sensitive the feeling of his stubble against his folds made you. How relentless he was, licking up anything and everything he could.

You thread your fingers in his soft curls, guiding him to your clit. He's surprisingly soft on you today, usually there's no touching.

His tongue lays flat against your clit before he inches closer and locks his lips around it to suck. You desperately try to bite back your moans, his touch feels heavenly and you know you're close already.

"Ask me."

Somehow, Din knows you're close. And he relishes the fact that he can reduce you to a begging mess - pleading with him to let you come.

"Please?"

"You can do better than that."

The sight of him looking up at you with his chin soaked in your arousal almost pushes you over the edge.

"Please daddy? Please let me come?"

"Such a good girl for using your words. Daddy's gonna let you come, all you gotta do is relax now."

He sucks harder and alternates between using his fingers and mouth to pleasure you.

You cry out, unable to hide your pleasure any longer. He licks faster and with more pressure and you finally finish - seeing stars and leaving your legs shaking and eyes tearing up.

You hear din reach for his helmet and feel him untie the fabric around your head.

He gently manoeuvres you onto his lap and strokes your hair.

"Did so good for me baby, such a pretty girl for me. I'm sorry for leaving you hanging earlier."

" 's okay Din."

"Please, sir"

The incessant humming of the ship was all you could hear as you sat in your "spot" - an upturned supply crate - on the ship. You'd been with Mando for months now, in a bid to help him take care of Grogu and get closer to him.

It had been nice at first, the ship had a cool, quiet atmosphere and there was plenty of time to read or play with Grogu. His acceptance of your offer shocked you in all honesty. It's not as if Mandalorians are well known for their social skills.

In the first few weeks you were sure your attempt to get closer to Mando was quickly failing, although it's not like he's particularly expressive what with that clunky helmet of his. You started off subtly at first, suggestive stares and touches beyond what was deemed necessary: brushing past his gloved hand in the cockpit, gripping his waist when you needed to pass him.

Eventually you backed off, feeling a little rejected but also recognising he'd never shown any interest in you in the first place.

Until the recent... incident, we'll call it.

On the ship theres an area for food, supplies, and medicines. Part of looking after Grogu meant you were obligated to feed him as well, which meant making the most of the bland rations Mando stocked in. Mandalorians aren't known for seasoning their food, either. They aren't known for much aside from cold blooded murder, so why you fell for him was a mystery to you.

The storage containers were surprisingly heavy, and despite being quite physically capable you hear Grogu messing about on the ladder to the cockpit, and this distraction causes you to drop a crate. An almighty bang echoed through the ship, and you cringed with embarrassment as you began picking up cans.

You hear fumbling around, and are surprised to see Mando staring down at you.

For the first time in your stay with him you hear what sounds like an edge of concern in his digitally modified voice.

"Are you okay, are you hurt?"

You pause before you answer,  blushing furiously when he reaches out his arm to help you up. His strength excites you, and you feel the all too familiar ache down below.

Only centimetres away from his infamous helmet, you thank him, and turn away with the intention of tidying up more.

You feel his hand grip your shoulder, not aggressively, but enough to know he wants you to stay put. Confusion is written all over your face and he sighs.

"I have noticed you know. I may not seem particularly perceptive or reciprocal, but I have noticed."

You feel the blush creeping up your neck again as you pretend to play dumb, too embarrassed to admit your plot to get closer to him.

"Noticed what?" you mutter, failing miserably at trying to seem unbothered.

"The way you look at me. The touches that linger just a little too long. And the walls of the ship, they're thin you know? Thin enough to hear you."

For a man of little words, he'd suddenly become a bloody poet. As if you couldn't get anymore embarrassed than you already were, you feel your eyes sting with tears yet your body fills with arousal at the humiliation of being heard pleasing yourself. You know how many times you've pleasured yourself over Mando, and you've not exactly kept it anonymous either.

"Hey," he pauses, before lifting your chin with a finger so you'd look at him "Don't be embarrassed. I never said I didn't like it."

You both take a second, because wow what the fuck is happening right now?

Tentatively, you reach out and place your hand where his cheek would be. It's a little awkward because of his helmet, but you honestly don't care.

"If we do this," he says in that gruff voice of his, "You understand you won't see my face, right? It's not personal at all it's just-"

"This is the way." you interrupt with a glint in your eye. He lets out a small laugh at this, a rarity.

You motion to take off your shirt, looking at him for confirmation. He nods, but places his hands on your hips so he could do it instead. Once the shirt is over your head and after shimmying out of your trousers, he takes a moment and looks you up and down.

"Breathtaking" he murmurs, caressing your hips gently.

You feel a little awkward being the only one naked, so move to take off his armour before he holds your wrist stopping you.

"I have a better idea." he says.

He takes a moment to rifle around in a crate and produces a scarf. Waiting for permission and getting it, he then ties the scarf around your head, tight enough to cover your eyes but not painfully so.

You hear the sound of metal hitting the floor as he presumably takes off his armour, and then the sound of rustling as he takes off his suit and gloves underneath. Understanding that this is a big thing for him even with you blindfolded, you wait as patiently as your aching pussy will let you.

You hear a hiss and assume this is his helmet. You allow him to make the first move, almost giddy with excitement.

"For this to happen, I have to know you really want it. Do you want this, do you want me?" he asks, his voice just as deep as before yet softer and yes digital sounding. It goes straight to your pussy.

You gasp, before reaching out. His hands are admittedly rough, but it's not like he has an easy job. He guides your hands to his cheeks and you feel his stubble, how soft his skin is.

"Yes. I want you. A hundred times over. I've wanted you since the day I met you. Fuck me. Please."

It's as if a switch went off in Mando's head, as he swiftly kisses you. It's the perfect level of rough - gentle enough to know he cares about you and your pleasure, and rough enough to know he's in charge.

You can't help but moan into the kiss. For a man of little experience he's an amazing kisser, and you're even more surprised when you feel his finger tracing up your thigh.

"Jesus" he whispers, "I haven't even touched you yet and you're this worked up."

You whine softly at this, a little embarrassed but needing him to know you crave more.

He grazes your clit ever so softly, relishing the way you buck your hips involuntarily. Fuck. He's good at this and he knows it.

He infuriatingly traces his fingers over everywhere except where you need it most.

"Please Mando I just, I need-"

"What do you need, sweet girl?"

"I just I need more."

"More what darling? If you don't use your words I don't know what to do."

You sigh, before raising your voice:

"I need you inside!"

He chuckles at this, but grants you your wish as he slips a finger inside you.

"Oh darling you're so excited for me, how cute."

You blush and roll your eyes at this before begging for more.

"Please Mando, please I can take more! I need more of you please sir-"

He cuts you off as you realise your mistake.

"What was that doll?"

You refuse to meet his eyes.

"Say it again darling." the way his eyes have darkened is enough to tell you he's serious.

"Please, sir."

You feel his dick twitch against your thighs and whine again at this.

"You're a whore, you know that right? But my whore."

He lines himself up with your entrance, and holds himself back from slamming inside of you. He's not huge but he's more than big enough.

You moan at the stretch, loving how close you are to him right now.

"Are you ready doll?"

You nod furiously as he begins to move his hips. Not too quickly, not too slowly, the friction is delicious.

"Oh darling you're taking me so well." he grunts out, "Such a good girl for me."

You can't remember the last time you'd been fucked this good, or if you ever had.

Your breathe quickens and you can hear him start to moan.

You finish around him, honestly in ecstasy.

"Inside or out?" he asks hurriedly.

"Outside, sir" you pant, and he finishes on your stomach.

Well that was something.