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But there were times when those cheeky fucks stopped being simply pathetic but turned out to be cocky instead.

When one of the nights you go out and Bjorn has his hand under the table, squeezing your thigh, laughing at a joke you just said, and suddenly one of them appears out of nowhere, asking for your name and if he can buy you a drink and all that other wacky shit.

Normally, Bjorn would've jumped the guy, but you had pleaded with him to let you handle guys like that.

So that's why decided to watch you politely tell him that you're not interested while leaning a bit closer to Bjorn. Yet that fuck refused to take the hint.

“Didn't you hear whattha lady said, you fuckin’ wanker?” Bjorn's rough voice captured the attention of the man, who turned to scowl at him.

“I think I'd understand if she wanted me to go,” The man said, glancing back at you with what you could describe as a sleazy smile.

“Are you sure? You don’ look like the brightest.” Bjorn countered but before the man could respond you cut him off firmly “I'm sorry, I'm not interested.”

The man looked between you and Bjorn before letting out a scoff and mumbling something about “not wanting you anyway.” while walking away.

Bjorn tore his gaze from the man to glance at you, a look of irritation crossing his usually playful features.

Encounters like this always left him fuming.

Coming up with some stupid excuse about him being tired, which wasn't entirely an excuse, he dragged you out of the bar after barely remembering to bid your friends goodbye.

He had one thought on his mind— to show you why you kept rejecting all of those guys.

So that's why he pressed you against a wall of his trailer as soon as you walked in, planting rough kisses on your soft lips.

“Bjorn—” you attempted to utter a sentence between his relentless attack on your lips and neck.

“I'm sorry, I'm not interested” He mocked your words from before, moving lower to your collarbone.

“I didn't mean it like that” Your words came out in ragged gasps.

“He shoulda be fuckin’ sorry he ain't the one about to fuck your brains out” He spat out, clutching at the neckline of your shirt and roughly pulling it down, showing more of your flushed skin.

He could easily just take your shirt off but the idea of pulling his lips away from you was utterly unacceptable in his lust-fogged mind.

You tried to gently push him away to take it off, worried that he's going to ruin your only clean work shirt but he quickly wrapped his fingers around your throat, pushing you against the wall even more.

“Every motherfucker thinks they can get a piece of you, stupid fucks.” He cursed against your neck, his teeth grazing your soft skin as he sucked and kissed you. “They don't even know how fucking loose you are.”

His harsh words pushed an even louder whine past your lips, his fingers pressed against your throat turned your usually silky voice, hoarse.

His other hand roamed your back before hooking his arm under your ass and lifting you up, his lips refusing to leave yours as he carried you to his bedroom.

He hastily kicked his door open and unceremoniously dropped you on his messy bed.

You quickly grabbed him by the collar, pulling him closer to you. You heard Bjorn let out a mocking chuckle before saying “Look at you, getting all hot and bothered ‘cause I called ya a slut. You like being called a slut, huh?”

“Shut up.” You warned, burying your fingers in his messy locks.

But he quickly grabbed your hands and pressed them against the hard mattress, capturing your lips in a messy kiss, determined for you to be the one begging for more, and your fingers pulling at his hair was very…distracting.

Your skin felt like it was burning, and the fabric of your shirt and pants started clinging to your sweaty skin making you whine loudly.

As if to torture you more, knowing Bjorn that was probably the case, he positioned his knee between your spread legs, pressing lightly, annoyingly light yet enough to make you gasp at the impact.

Your neglected clit rubbed against the now damp fabric of your underwear, begging for attention making you go crazy at how easy it would be for him to just reach out and rub it until you were a moaning mess.

But he didn’t, he just smirked against your mouth as he bit your bottom lip lightly.

“Bjorn, Please” You pleaded and tried to wiggle your hands free.

“‘Please’ what? Want me to take these off?” He asked with a sly smirk.

“Yes.” You replied quickly, already out of breath.

“But ya look so cute like this. And I haven't even don’ anythin’, shit.” He snickered lowly.

You were sure you looked utterly disheveled right now. Your cheeks burning with arousal, your eyes stinging with tears, and nipples poking through your shirt uncomfortably, crying out for his tongue or fingers.

You looked so fucked out already and Bjorn debated if he should continue this or fuck you right

All his thoughts disappeared when he felt you press yourself against his knee, dragging your clothed core against him with a choked moan. You threw your head back in relief as you continued your clumsy movements, mouth wide open.

“Holy shit…” Bjorn mumbled under his breath as he released your hands and leaned back, unable to tear his eyes from your blissed-out face.

“Ah, fuck! Bjorn!” You cried out and quickened your movements sloppily like you haven’t been fuck in months when the truth is you and Bjorn had been all up in each other’s business this morning before work.

You'd feel embarrassed if you saw just how dark the stain on your pants was getting but right now all you could focus on was the blinding pleasure that spread through you the faster you moved your hips against the rough fabric of his pants.

His name fell out of your lips so deliciously that Bjorn was speechless— maybe for the first time in his life as he looked at you move against him so desperately, so utterly gone. For him. You looked like a fucking wet dream.

Soon enough he snapped off his trance and leaned closer, hand coming to rest on your neck while his thumb grazed your lower lip, dragging it down slowly. “Look at ya. Bet that fuck wouldn't even try if he saw you drool like a bitch in heat fo’ me.” He whispered lowly, a hint of amusement coating his voice.

You whimpered at his words, taking his thumb in your mouth and swirling your tongue around his digit as soon as it slid past your red lips.

The whine you let out when he took his thumb out of your mouth, was enough to make his dick twitch against his boxers. You were quickly silenced when he moved his hands under your pants.

He immediately started circling your puffy clit sending a jolt of pleasure flowing through you, cries of his name left you leaving your lips.

“That's it, love. Be a good slut and cum on my knee” He praised.

Your trembling hands grasped his shoulders as your hips moved up and down feverishly until you came all over your panties with a loud yelp, hips stuttering uncontrollably against him.

Shivers ran down your spine as you tried to even your breathing, barely noticing how the boy slid your soaked pants down your shaking legs and threw them somewhere in his messy room.

You came crashing back to reality when his fingers grazed your aching core over the drenched fabric of your underwear. You twitched at the sudden jolt of pleasure and grabbed his hand with your own, feeling too sensitive.

He raised a brow “You think I brought you here to watch you hump my leg like a dog?”You meet his hungry gaze before looking down at the wet patch that you left on his pants. 

You tore your gaze away, your cheeks burning with shame as he continued “Such a fuckin’ liar, acting like ya don't wan’ me to fuck ya stupid. We both know you're gonna beg for it in a few seconds, so why don't ya just take it like a good girl?”

You swore you could come again from his words alone and he could see it. He could see the raw need that fogged your eyes and it drove him crazy.

“Ya wanna be my good girl, mhm?” He asked with a crooked smile, leaning closer to your face, letting his hand travel under your shirt to squeeze your breast.

His hand slid lower to his abdomen, freeing his throbbing cock from his pants while waiting for your mushy brain to come up with an answer.

You nodded, tongue running over your bottom lip in anticipation.

Bjorn slapped your tit at the lack of a response earning a surprised yelp “I asked ya a question, doll.”

“Yes.” You gasped, rushing to give him an answer “Want to be your good girl.”

You gasped, squeezing his biceps when you felt his tip run through your folds, collecting your juices on his tip.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He mumbled. 

with one fast push he buried himself deep inside your inviting warmth. He paused and groaned softly, mouth agape, savoring the feeling of your walls fluttering around his length.

“Bjorn!” You moaned loudly and threw your head against the pillows, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“That's it, that's it. Say my name.” He groaned against your marked neck.

So you did, his name slipping from your lips in a loud cry after each deep thrust. He snapped his hips forcefully, the sound of skin slapping filled the loud room. The overstimulation and Bjorn’s low grunts against your ear brought you closer and closer to release. His pace grew faster, movements becoming more erratic as he chased after his release, pants and moans spilling from his plush lips with every deep thrust.

“Bjorn, I can’t—!” You managed to blurt out in between moans at the aching feeling between your shaking legs.

“Shh, I’m close baby, I’m close.” He coaxed, his relentless pounding not faltering even for a second.

Tears ran down your flushed cheeks as the overwhelming pleasure sent shivers all over your flushed body. He didn’t stop, reassuring you through your second orgasm, one that made your head spin. Your walls squeezed him so hard, tipping him over the edge right along with you. He stilled inside you, filling you up to the brim with a loud moan.

He threw his head back with a dragged out “Fuuuuck.”

Bjorn dragged himself out of your gushing insides making both of you gasp. He leaned over you, hands grasping the sheets on either side of your head.

“Who’s gon’ fuck ya like this, huh? He breathed out, with a laugh.

“You’re a dumbass.” You snickered, making the boy frown. “When have I said I want anyone else?”

He threw himself to the side, pushing his bangs out of his sweaty forehead with a cheeky smile. “How can ya after I fuck ya so bloody well?”

“Yeah, that’s the only reason.” You joked and scratched his head lovingly, messing his hair even more. But the soft way your eyes gazed into each other told a very different story.

“Grogu… you gotta stop that.” Din warns, walking over towards the kid who hasn’t stopped bouncing up and down on his brand new bed for the last 20 minutes. “Please, buddy, I know you’re happy but it’s time to sleep.”

Grogu looks up at his protector, raising his little arms up in the air for one last goodnight cuddle. Unable to resist, Din pats his head gently as he holds him against his chest. “I know today was exciting, but you’ve got to put all that energy away and rest. I need you ready for tomorrow, alright?” Din turns, noticing the snacks hidden beside the bed. “And no more of these either.”

Grogu makes a reluctant grumble as Din confiscates the snacks and places the child back down into his bed. “You sleep now, little one.”

Din comes away from the bunk and heads down the hallway to find you in the bedroom. It’s late, so when you turn out the lamp, only the gentle glimmer of the moonlight allows you to see him.

Usually he never hesitates to climb into bed beside you, but tonight he remains solid and unmoving as he stands by the door, watching you change into your nightgown and climb under the covers. Looking up at him, you can tell something’s on his mind because he’s yet to remove his helmet too.

“Come here.” You say softly, holding out your hand for his. He takes a few steps towards you, his large palm enveloping your smaller one, but he doesn’t make any effort to undress and join you. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s too silent.” He mumbles.

“You told him to sleep.”

“I know… I should go check on him again.”

“Din, he’ll be okay."

He doesn’t listen to you, closing the door behind him as he leaves the room.

It doesn’t take long for the total silence of the night mixed with a long, warm day to catch up with you, allowing you to drift off into a dream. But when you wake up an hour later, it’s only then you realize he’s still not by your side.

Quietly padding out down the hallway into the main room, you poke your head into Grogu’s room, expecting Din to be in there but he isn’t. Instead, Grogu’s cuddled up with his blanket sleeping peacefully, making your heart all fuzzy at the adorable sight.

You wrap a blanket around your frame and head outside. The air is crisp, and the chill sends a shiver through you.

You see him straight away; he’s standing only a short distance from the house, looking out at the vast surrounding landscape, his shoulders tense as though he’s guarding what’s his.

“Hey.” You whisper, not wanting to alarm him.

“What are you doing out here? Go back inside and sleep, my love.”

You rest a hand on the back of his shoulder but he doesn’t turn. “Come to bed.”

“I will. Just making sure everything’s in order out ‘ere.”

“You know you can relax; this place is yours now. No one can take this from you.”

“Mmmh, they can. Maybe not the cabin but there’s always somebody or something that will try to get to him… or you.”

You sigh quietly. You know he’s right deep down, there’s always a new threat, but you just wish that for one night, he’d allow himself to stop worrying, even just a little. “Please din, come inside with me, you need to rest too.”

He turns to face you then.

“May I?” You reach up and cup his helmet. He nods.

Slowly, you remove the barrier. His hair is messy, his jaw rigid, and his eyes are consumed with concern. You draw a finger down his cheek, the softness of your touch makes him lean into you. You don’t know if you’ll ever get used to this privilege of being the only person who gets to see him this way: soft, gentle and vulnerable.

“Talk to me.”

“It’s just… it’s not like the Razor Crest. I always knew the best escape plan on there and always knew the best way to protect the ones I love. But this…” he looks back at the small abode the three of you now get to call home. “It’s nice, but it’s different.” He shrugs.

“I know, but different doesn’t mean that it isn’t safe. And I saw you today watching Grogu play in the pond with the frogs. You both love it here.”

“Yeah.” He looks away. “But when the night draws in… you never know what’s out there.”

His words break your heart, a man who everyone believes is so tough, openly showing you that he’s still human too. “Don’t let ‘what ifs’ ruin this bit of happiness, Din, you deserve this.”

He nods and leans down to capture your lips softly. “I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you and him.” He mumbled against your lips.

“But you do.”

“Yeah… I do.” He kisses you again, this time the soft pecks turn into something more needy.

When it comes to him, sometimes the only way to free his mind from the tension is to replace it with another, more pleasurable kind. So you take his hand, leading him back inside and down to the bedroom. Carefully you help him remove his armor, undressing him until his broad and tall frame stands naked before you.

You snake your palms up his forearms, over his biceps and shoulders before they smooth so slowly down his chest towards his already semi-hard cock. His head tilts back, the sound of his sweet sighs releasing from between his lips goes straight to your core.

He leans down, cupping your face and kisses you, his tongue pushing into your mouth with a hum. You lead him back until his legs hit the bed and he falls, his weight sinking down into the mattress. As he pulls lightly at the silk of your nightgown making it fall to the floor, his eyes turn black with deep, dark desire as he takes in your form.

His palms smooth up your thighs until they settle on your waist, pulling you to straddle him. He sucks at the tender skin of your neck, running his tongue over the red marks he left there the other night, chuckling as he draws soft whimpers from you.

“How do you always know how to make me feel better, huh?” He whispers against your skin.

You begin to grind against him, feeling your slick starting to make a mess on his thigh.

“Shit, look at you.” His voice is strained, his cock poking into your thigh as he tries to contain himself.

His hand moves south, but you swat his fingers away before he can touch you. “No, this is about you. Let me make you feel good.” You push against his chest making him lie back.

“Baby, watching you like this is what makes me feel good, believe me.”

You scratch your nails down his chest, over the scars, and down over the soft hairs of his happy trail before taking his leaking cock in hand. His back arches from the sheets, a sharp hiss coming from his lips as you stroke him, his fingertips digging sharply into your thighs as the pressure starts to build.

You’ve barely even touched him yet but you know it won’t take him long, not when he’s like this; his chest heaving below you, the sweat forming at the base of his neck, and his eyes torn between yours and your hand around his raging erection.

“Fuuucck. Turn around.”

You shake your head. “I said, this is about you.”

He growls in frustration as he slaps your ass, the sharp sting surprising you. “Get up here now; I gotta fuckin’ taste you.”

You hesitate.

“Now.” He bites, the look in his eyes telling you he won’t ask again.

So you shift, turning around until your soaked cunt hovers above his face. He pulls your hips down onto him and doesn’t waste a second as his tongue begins lapping at your folds, his beard tickling the skin of your thighs. “Oh goddd, Din.”

His dick twitches in your hand at the sound of your moans. Leaning down, you brush your tongue over his tip, making his hips jolt up as you taste the saltiness of his precum.

“Ahhh, easy now,” he pants, his breath hot against your pussy. You ignore him, smiling to yourself as you take him all the way in, and when you start to bob your head up and down his shaft, it draws a low, feral grunt from deep within him. “Y’know I’m fuckin’ close already, baby, you gotta slow down.”

For a second you worry about him being too loud, but when he grips your ass cheeks tighter, pulling you down even further onto him as his tongue laps at your entrance, the thought leaves your mind as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

It's messy, it's sloppy, and it’s almost like you’re both racing to make the other orgasm first. Din’s true nature to always take care of those he loves before he would even think about himself starts to challenge him, making it hard for him not to be the one to break first as you take him deeper down your throat.

“You close?” His voice breaks desperately.

You don’t answer, you don’t want to make him aware that he’s winning. But he knows, he always does. So he focuses on your clit, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud again and again as he thrusts two fingers into your tight entrance making you cry out.

He doesn’t let up, your own concentration on his cock faltering as your body starts to weaken and your hips drop further into his face. He laps at your cunt over and over, drawing you through the high as your juices soak his face, his wet beard tickling against your skin.

Knowing he won, he starts to lose all composure and begins thrusting his hips up towards you, his cock hitting the back of your throat hard as he fucks it. Your lewd gags start to fill the room, turning him on even more as your spit gathers at the base of his cock, coating his balls.

“Yeahhhh that’s it, just like that.”

His movements make it hard for you to breathe but you don’t push back, not yet, you let him take what he needs. After a few more thrusts, he pauses, allowing you to lift up a little. “You good, baby girl?”

You nod. His palm slides up your back until it rests at the base of your skull keeping you in place. Then he thrusts back into your mouth faster now, and the wet obscene sounds finally pushing him over the edge. "Ahhhh, shit, I’m gonna cum.”

He keeps a tight grip on the back of your head, holding you there as you choke around him, your lungs burning as he fills your throat with his hot, thick spurts of cum.

“Y’know what to do.” He bites.

He waits, and when he feels you swallow, he instantly pulls back as you gasp for air.

Lifting off him, you turn to see the look on his face; he’s panting hard, and there’s a dirty smug smirk all over it. “Come ‘ere.” He takes your hand, pulling you into his hot, sweaty body.

As you lie there with your head resting on his chest, you notice how his heartbeat begins to slow and his breathing softens as he recovers. His fingers trace lines up and down your spine just the way he knows you always like.

You lift your head to look at him. He's beautiful; a man so stoic and seemingly so emotionless to the outside world, and yet right here in the most intimate of moments, he’s not that at all.

“Feeling more relaxed?” You grin, noticing his tired eyes.

He chuckles. “I think you know the answer to that.” He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, staring into your eyes. “I love you so much.”