Just Be Nice

that’s why there were no words exchanged as he fucked you hard and deep, only the sounds of the bedframe creaking, his heavy balls slapping against your ass, and the occasional hiss of your name that always made you whimper louder from how scarce it is.

and you never minded, you know how he is.

so you kept clinging onto him, your body shivering as you felt the cold beskar through the thin nightgown you somehow left in his cabin. you moan out his name, how good he makes you feel, and the fact that you can sense how his cock would throb under every compliment you give him.

when the tension snapped, he’d let out a rare groan as you came, squeezing his cock so tight he followed. his white pearly seeds spilling inside you, filling you so deep and full you could feel his stickiness inside your guts—warming you from your insides.

and again, no words. but his aftercare? out of this galaxy.

he’d pull you into his chest the moment you calmed down, those deliciously big arms wrapping you like he’s afraid you’d be gone if he held you too loosely, he’s so gentle with one hand cradling the back of your head and his fingers tangled in your hair, the other running back and forth against your spine underneath your nightgown—all calming you down from the high he just made you experience.

he would bring fresh water, slightly cooled, just like how he remembers you preferring it, tipping the canteen down to your lips ever so carefully. the action helps you drink slowly, hydrating dry lips and a raspy throat from hours of crying out for him.

wrapping a warm cloak around your shoulders, tucking your hair behind your ears, before pulling you back onto his lap. lulling you into the comforting warmth as his helmet rests softly against your covered shoulder.

“shhh… take a deep breath,” the first real sentence he said since he’s inside you. his voice still muffled through the modulator, the raspy voice you enjoy listening too much now laced with a certain tenderness he only shows with you.

and you can’t see it, but you feel how his eyes would burn into you. checking your face to see if there’s any hidden pain, making sure you were okay again and again, like once wasn’t enough. or maybe he just loves seeing how pretty you are, even after the amount of roughness he gave.

gone was the skillful mercenary that half of the galaxy was scared of. he was never that with you.

“you good?” he asked softly, fingers moving just to wipe the sweat dripping on your forehead.

you nodded, a soft and weak smile etched on your face from the overwhelming pleasure you experienced and how cherished you felt.

and then he did the impossible. lifting up his helmet just the slightest, so he could kiss your forehead tenderly. his lips are burning your skin with how it lingers, making you freeze.

before you could say anything, he closed it back down. “sleep,” he whispered, fingers now brushing your cheekbones as he carefully lay you down, pulling up a spare fabric and tucking you under it and onto his chest.

“i’ll stay. thank you,” his tone so delicate it hurts, as his arms tightened around you, fingers absentmindedly running along your back before you fall asleep in his embrace.

and he made it happen, the promise of staying, never letting you wake up alone, and would always be there for you, that is, until he has to go, taking down one target at a time.

a/n: the credits rolled in and i immediately thought of this.