Feeling Star Lost

He was your first. There have been others since, but they’ve never captured you like he did and still does even if it is true that you’ve never seen what lies beneath his helmet. The day he came through the village, you knew right then that there'd never be anyone else like him. Whilst your community was enthralled by the tiny yet powerful companion he brought with him, you were stuck on him. The way he walked, the way he held himself tall, strong, experienced, and you couldn't help but blush any time he lifted his head in your direction.

Din had one rule that you had tried so many times to understand; he'd give himself to you, but you could never see his face. Initially, even though you never showed it, it played on your mind that you were giving yourself to somebody so intimately, yet he never allowed you to see his true self, not without that goddamn barrier. But if you wanted him, and fuck, you definitely wanted him, that was the one small price you'd always have to pay, so you accepted it. 

It became a sort of routine. Whenever he felt like it, after good days and after worse days, he'd arrive at your hut in the dead of night when only you would be aware of his presence. Whilst your village slept cast under a peaceful darkness, you’d wait for him, hoping that you'd hear those familiar gentle creaks of the floorboards letting you know that he was here for you. 

Whenever he calls, you follow his instructions precisely. Standing facing the wall, you'll listen to the sound of his heavy armor approaching you from behind. He'll pull out the silver silk scarf from his suit and bring it over your head, over your eyes, until it's tied to block your vision. You always sense his silent hesitation before he reaches up to remove his helmet. Once he's naked, he'll undress you slowly, his large palms brushing against your skin, never failing to leave a trail of goosebumps everywhere he touches. Once he has you ready, he'll ask you to surrender your body to him in whatever way he desires: up against the wall, sprawled bare for him on the bed, in his lap, anyway he desires as long as that silver silk remains in place over your eyes.

He claims the blindfold heightens your senses, and he's right. But the more he calls, the more he worships every inch of your body under the darkness, the harder it’s becoming not to defy his rule and remove the barrier between you. The pull to cast your eyes over the man who consumes your entire body and all your thoughts every second of the day is starting to drive you insane.

Tonight should have been no different, except it was. He hadn’t shown for weeks, and the ache inside of you to be with him again was starting to mess with you. You were agitated and irritable, and you knew your friends had noticed. So when the creak of the floorboards came a few hours after the sun had dipped, it woke you from your light slumber, an excitement running through your being. The silhouette of his armor, the soft glimmer of it reflecting under the moonlight as he waited for you to notice him, made your tummy flip. He looks big in the doorway, and his size always has always intimidated you in the best possible way.

Following the pattern without a word exchanged, you stand, padding on bare feet towards the wall opposite him. You listen to his slow steps behind you as he steps inside your room. Like always, you wait for the silk blindfold, but it doesn't come. Instead, in the corner of your eye, you notice his helmet being placed down and hear the gentle clink of his suit as he undresses. His breathing deepens as he steps forward and slips the thin straps of your nightgown off your shoulders, letting the fabric slide down your body like a feather until it lands on the wood beneath you. With his palm snaking around your front, it rests low on your stomach as he pulls you back into him, his soft wet lips laying delicate kisses up your neck before they hover beside your ear. You push your naked ass back into his raging erection, aching to feel him again. God, how you've missed this. 

“Please.” You beg.

“Missed me, huh?” 

You nod with a bite of your lip. “You know I did. Didn’t know if you were coming back.” Your hands reach up to entangle in those curls you don’t even know the true color of. Fuck, how you wish you could turn and see the man who knows your body and your needs so well.

“Always coming back to you…” He murmurs, and for a moment you know he’s overthinking that comment; he has a frustrating habit of seizing up any time a glimmer of serious affection slips from his mouth.

“What about-”

“Be a good girl for me; promise you won't turn around.” 

You nod in agreement, but you're not sure if you can truly keep such a promise. 

“Get on the bed, want you on all fours, head down.” 

There’s a vulnerability that washes over you when he watches you do this, but every time it excites you, the anticipation, the curiosity of how exactly he’ll take you tonight. Sometimes he’s slow, gentle and caring. Sometimes he feels distant, the pain or sadness radiating from his body. Other times when he tells you he’s had a successful mission, he’s rougher, more daring, and more dominant because the confidence oozes from him as it courses through his veins. 

Sensing the dip of the bed behind you, your heart begins to race at the way you feel so exposed yet so fucking good bared open to him like this. As you wait, you notice the coldness of the night air softly blowing through the window landing on your skin. In contrast, his hot breath tickles against your ass makes your tummy flip as you anticipate his next move. The tip of his nose brushes against your lower back, trailing down slowly between the curves of your ass cheeks, his tongue instantly darting out as it reaches its destination to taste your pooling desire. Jolting forward from his actions as your breath hitches, his palms instantly grip onto your waist, holding you tightly in place as his mouth explores your drenched cunt, his hums of satisfaction making you even more horny.

“Always taste fucking divine, my love.” My love. You can't help but latch onto those words the second they escape him. He's never called you that; always a man of few words and you can’t help but wonder if he means it.

You can feel your juices coating his chin as he laps at your folds, his wet facial hair against your thighs. He gets lost in the sounds of your moans while he tastes you, his erection twitching at the sounds. When he stops, you whimper in protest, needing more. His hand smoothes up to the top of your back, pushing hard on your shoulders until your head rests down on the sheets beneath you, your ass still high in the air. 

“Please, I need you," you whisper, your ass wriggling, trying to move back into him, but he holds you tightly in place. He parts your ass cheeks with his hands looking down at your glistening folds.

"Shit, it’s been too long. I've missed this view, you all open for me like this, begging for it, baby. Don't think you know what it does to me, d’you?”

His hand comes to your mouth, inserting two fingers deep against your tongue. Pushing them further inside, he gently thrusts them, making you gag around his digits, the vulgar sound making his cock even harder. When he draws them out, the wet pop of your lips makes him groan deeply.

“Gonna kill me one day with the sounds you make. You’re fuckin’ perfect.” He takes himself in hand, his fingers wet with your spit now coating his rock-hard dick before he lines himself up with your soaked entrance. You push back, eager to have his veiny shaft fill you up once again. When he finally stops teasing, the sudden instruction of his thrust pushes your head further into the bed, making you gasp at how perfectly he stretches you. It's like your body forgets just how thick he is. 

"Fuuuuck," he groans, reaching down to grab a handful of your hair, “Always so tight for me.”

In the quietness of the night, there’s only the sound of his hips slapping against yours, his animalistic grunts as he drives into you over and over again, mixed with your desperate whimpers muffled in the sheets. You both know you should be quieter; if anyone found you, you know your dad would probably start a war with Din, but when he’s sheathed so deep inside of you like this, it’s hard to care about what anyone else would think. His free hand lightly scratches down your spine before curving underneath you to your tits. His thumb flicks over your hard nipple before he squeezes the flesh hard, maybe a little too hard, but you don't protest because you enjoy being completely at his mercy, willing to give him whatever he needs.

He pulls tightly, wrapping your hair around his fist as his thrusts start to turn ragged and messy. When he starts to feel your walls fluttering around his thick erection, he releases his grip on your hair, reaching underneath your body to pleasure your sensitive bud, desperate to send you racing over the edge before he spills his load. “Yeahhh fuck, that’s it, darling; almost there.”

As he works you, your body begins to shudder against the mattress as he fucks you even harder through your orgasm. “Just like that, let me feel you.”

Your nails dig into the sheets, desperate for grip as you ride out your high around him. When it passes, your body feels weightless as the energy drains from you. It’s only his strong grip on your waist that’s keeping you in place as he chases his own release, his thrusts getting harder each time. When his pants become too quick, he withdraws, releasing a loud, guttural groan into the darkness as he spurts his hot, thick cum onto your ass, breathing heavy like a feral animal. 

Utterly spent, he drops down onto you. Your damp, sticky bodies joined together as they recover from your mutual highs. He never stays long afterwards; once he’s sure you're okay, he pulls his armor back on too quickly, rushing away before he could be in any danger of being persuaded to stay, leaving you cold and lonely and wishing for more. But tonight it isn’t going unnoticed how he isn’t itching to flee your bed.

“Am I too heavy?” He hums against your hot skin.

“Hmm, but I like it.” Your voice is soft but tired.

“Need me to move?” 

“No, stay… a while longer.” You mumble into the pillow, never wanting to leave this very moment. 

You know you need to clean up, but this is the longest you’ve had him like this, thoroughly fucked, not wanting to leave your side, so you refuse to spoil this yet. For once you sense he’s relaxed, his guard down as he allows himself to get lost in the bliss of the intimate moment you just shared together.

As you lift your head slightly from the mattress, the thin slither of moonlight reflecting into your room allows you to see his body. The rise and fall of his bare chest is starting to slow. You watch as he pulls the sheet up over you both until it lies lows on his waist. He takes your hand, bringing it to his mouth to place a soft kiss on your palm before holding it against his chest. While you lie there not saying a word, getting lost in his soft breathing as he falls into a deep sleep, you don’t realize the time passing.

You still haven’t looked up, scared to lift your eyes, to move up his huge form beside you and land on the one thing you’ve never been allowed to see. But with him sleeping right next to you, the temptation, the desperation to flick your pupils up, becomes all too overwhelming. 

So when you do finally give in, you’re sure your heat skips a beat. His face is cast softly under the white moonlight, and you can’t help but admire the beauty of it. You’d created an image in your mind from his voice and what you’d felt against your skin over the time you’ve spent with him, and of course you knew he’d be striking, but it was nothing compared to the reality of seeing his face beside you now.

His skin looks a little aged, like his experiences as a bounty hunter are finally catching up with him. His brows are knitted ever so slightly as he dreams, revealing the lines across his forehead, and his eyelids flicker gently as he fights his demons within his sleep. You reach up to examine the soft curls on his head before your eyes drop slowly down over the outline of his face, moving over the patchy facial hair that has brushed against your neck and your thighs a hundred times before. He has a jaw so sharp and rigid, and you wonder how one man could possibly be so handsome, even in such low light. There's a flutter of butterflies building within your stomach as you analyze every single detail and scar on his face. You can tell he’s seen more than anyone should, and you can know he’s still holding onto so much hurt. Jesus, there's so much you would like to ask him; you almost wish you could climb inside his mind yourself to make all his pain disappear.

As you watch him, his head begins to move, left to right and back again. His breathing suddenly becomes faster and more desperate, and you feel his entire body beside you tense against the bed beneath you. Lifting your hand, you cup his face as you look down at him. 

You call for him. Nothing. As his nightmare worsens and his body starts to move more vigorously, you refuse to be scared, instead calling his name louder repeatedly until his eyes finally open, landing straight on yours, startled.

For the first time, you're finally looking directly into the eyes of the man you spend your days longing for, the only man you will ever want. In this very moment as you trace a finger along the outline of his face, it feels a thousand times more intimate than anything you’ve done together.

He whispers your name; the sound of it coming from his lips as he searches your eyes makes it sound different than any time before. All his barriers have vanished, if only for a second. He blinks, swallows, and speaks again, his voice louder and more serious. “What are you doing?”

“You were having a nightmare… you were thrashing-” 

“Don’t have nightmares.” He cuts you off.

"Din-" 

“Have to get back to the kid.” 

You shift, moving your head closer to his on the pillow as you stroke the far side of his face with your thumb. “Wait, please... let me in. You don’t have to hide from me.” you search his face, trying to take as much of him in before he inevitably runs away. He reaches up, taking your hand from his cheek with a gentle shake of his head. With a heavy sigh, he sits up looking away so his broad, scarred back hides the view of his face.

“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.”

The helmet tilted slightly toward you.

“Quiet,” he shot back immediately, voice low and edged with the same irritation while looking down.

Very much down.

Because while the two of you had been sprinting through corridors trying to shake the men chasing you, this tiny hiding place had appeared during a frantic scan of the hallway. Without pausing to debate the idea, Din had grabbed you by the arm and shoved you inside.

He followed a heartbeat later.

The security panel had slid shut with a quiet thunk.

Only then had the reality of the situation become clear.

The space was barely large enough for one adult standing upright. With both of you inside, it became an exercise in awkward geometry.

Din stood with his back pressed firmly against the sealed panel. One armored arm braced against the wall in front of him, creating a makeshift support so he wouldn’t lose his balance in the cramped quarters.

At least he was standing.

You, on the other hand…

You lifted your gaze slowly.

From the floor.

From where you were kneeling.

Directly between his legs.

“Oh, don’t you dare tell me to be quiet,” you muttered sharply, craning your neck to glare up at the visor. “You’re the one who got us into this mess in the first place.”

Technically speaking, you were right.

Months of working together had built enough trust that when Din proposed the job, you hadn’t questioned it much.

An easy contract, he had said.

Quick entry. Quick exit. Minimal guards.

Simple.

Every single part of that description had turned out to be spectacularly wrong.

The artifact storage facility had recently made local news - something neither of you had learned about until far too late. Apparently publicity had inspired the owners to double their security.

What should have been a short operation had turned into a crawling nightmare.

Air vents.

Abandoned wastewater tunnels.

Forgotten maintenance corridors that hadn’t seen maintenance in decades.

The two of you had spent hours creeping through the guts of the building just to reach the prize.

Still, the effort hadn’t been wasted.

Your hand instinctively brushed your pocket.

Inside rested the object you’d come for: a Kyber Resonance Shard, a fractured piece of crystal rumored to hum faintly with residual energy when exposed to certain frequencies. Collectors paid absurd amounts for relics tied even distantly to the old Jedi traditions.

You had managed to lift it cleanly from its display.

Unfortunately, the display had also triggered a silent alarm.

Minutes later the corridors behind you had filled with guards.

Not just a few.

Dozens.

The careful stealth of the mission had evaporated instantly. Instead of sneaking out quietly, you had been forced to fight your way through the first wave and run before reinforcements sealed the building entirely.

That was when the plan changed.

Getting out immediately had become impossible.

But hiding?

Hiding might buy time.

Eventually the guards would assume you had escaped the facility entirely. Once the search widened outside, slipping away would be far easier.

At least, that had been the theory.

Which was how you ended up here.

Wedged inside a maintenance cavity barely wider than a locker.

Kneeling awkwardly on the floor.

Directly between the legs of a fully armored Mandalorian bounty hunter who filled most of the remaining space.

You tilted your head again to glare up at the dark visor hovering above you.

“Yes,” you muttered under your breath, “this was definitely your brilliant plan.”

“Maybe you should’ve listened when I told you the alarm might trigger,” Din Djarin muttered sharply above you, the words low and tight through the helmet’s modulator.

You snorted quietly.

“Helpful warning,” you whispered back. “Shame it arrived after I had already pocketed the shard.”

You shifted slightly on your heels, trying for the third time to relieve the pressure building in your legs. The cramped position forced your weight awkwardly onto your calves, and the metal floor beneath you was doing nothing to improve the situation.

Your muscles protested.

“Next time a meteor storm smashes into the Razor Crest,” you added dryly, “I’ll be sure to warn you afterward too.”

Din’s right foot nudged lightly against your leg.

You couldn’t tell whether the movement was meant as a quiet command to shut up - or simply an attempt for him to adjust his own balance in the ridiculous configuration the two of you had been forced into.

“If we get out of here,” you continued under your breath, shifting your weight again, “remind me to avoid any future jobs that involve stealing.”

The response came immediately.

“That from the master thief?” he said. Even without seeing his face, you could hear the faint crooked humor in his tone.

Months of working together had trained your ears well. You had learned to read the small inflections beneath the helmet’s mechanical filter. The subtle changes that meant he was smirking, even if the visor hid it completely.

You had seen that smirk before though.

More than once.

Because you have seen his face many times now.

The first time had been an accident - an unexpected glimpse of his face during a moment neither of you had planned.

The second had been necessity, when he’d taken a nasty hit and removing the helmet had been the only way to patch him up properly.

The third…

Well.

That had happened in the narrow bunk aboard the Razor Crest, sometime after both of you decided that surviving too many dangerous jobs together had earned you a more… relaxed way of blowing off steam.

Originally, the partnership had been strictly professional.

Lately, things had become a little more complicated.

“I wouldn’t mind switching back to bounty work,” you murmured, glancing up toward the dark visor. “You know I’m better at luring targets out than you are.”

A faint pause followed.

Then he replied quietly, “A little too good at it.” The final word slipped out in the soft cadence of Mando’a. “Mesh’la.”

Thankfully the darkness inside the cramped storage compartment hid the warmth that crept across your face.

You had never asked him exactly what the word meant.

Something affectionate, you suspected.

Something he said with an ease that made it feel… oddly intimate.

Even filtered through the helmet, the sound carried a certain weight.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous, Din,” you whispered, voice tilting playfully. “Is that why you picked this miserable job? So I wouldn’t be flirting with half the galaxy while we worked?”

Your hand lifted almost absentmindedly, sliding along the side of his leg. The motion was half reassuring, half teasing as your fingers traced lightly over the armored plating before settling there.

“Focus,” he said quietly. But the word lacked its usual bite.

“Not much focusing I can do down here,” you replied softly. “We’re stuck waiting. Let me keep my sarcasm - it helps pass the time.”

Outside the sealed panel, the facility remained silent for the moment. No footsteps. No voices.

Still, both of you kept your voices low.

Better safe than discovered.

“You could start thinking about buyers,” Din said after a moment. “Once word spreads that the artifact disappeared from a secure facility, the list of interested collectors will shrink fast.”

You shrugged lightly, the movement barely noticeable in the cramped space.

“Let that be my headache.” He knew you would handle it. You always did. “You,” you added, glancing up again, “just focus on choosing our next job with a little more care.” A faint smirk crept into your voice. “I don’t mind spending time alone in a room with you,” you murmured. “But this setup? Less appealing.”

Your gaze lifted.

The visor angled down toward you.

“Think so? I can’t say the view is terrible.” There it was again - that invisible grin you had come to recognize.

Your hand, still resting on his shin, slid a little higher along his thigh. Your fingers tightened briefly in a light squeeze.

“Careful,” you murmured. “You know I like pushing my luck.”

“Focus,” he repeated again, though the command sounded slightly rougher now. “We need to be ready to move the second an opening appears.”

His tone still carried its usual seriousness. But there was something else hiding beneath it. A quiet thread of tension.

“I can focus just fine,” you said softly. “I’m practically meditating down here. Feeling like a damn Jedi.”

You shifted again, trying to relieve the ache building in your legs.

As you moved, you rolled your neck slightly - 

 - and accidentally brushed your head against his crotch.

The reaction was immediate.

Din shifted abruptly, a quiet hum escaping him through the modulator as he instinctively pulled back where little to no space was left.

You blinked, then slowly looked up. A wicked grin spread across your face.

“Well now,” you murmured, lips parting slightly. “Don’t tell me…” Your voice dropped to a playful whisper. “Din Djarin,” you teased, “are you actually getting turned on by this?”

You didn’t wait for an answer.

Instead your hand moved higher along his thigh, slipping beneath the edge of the segmented armor until your fingers found the softer resistance of the flight suit beneath. The fabric was warm from his body heat, taut where it stretched across muscle. You let your palm settle there for a moment - just long enough to confirm what your instincts had already guessed.

And there it was.

A slow, unmistakable firmness growing beneath your touch.

Your mouth curved slightly.

Well. That answered that.

“Cyar’ika…” Din’s voice dropped into a low rumble, the word dragged through the helmet’s modulator like a warning trying very hard to sound stern.

Except the tone betrayed him.

Half caution. Half something else entirely.

“What?” you murmured softly, fingers tightening through the fabric in a deliberate squeeze that completely contradicted the innocence of your question. “Should I stop?”

His breath caught.

“This is not the place,” he said, words slightly uneven now, “and definitely not the time.”

A faint inhale followed, sharp enough that he nearly stumbled over the last part of the sentence.

“Seems to me we’ve got plenty of time to kill,” you whispered.

Your hand didn’t slow.

If anything, the motion became more deliberate - testing, exploring his length through the layers of fabric while your eyes stayed locked on the dark visor above you.

Whatever sharp retort had been forming died instantly when your curious squeeze shifted into a slow, teasing stroke.

Din’s helmet tipped back against the wall behind him with a muted klonk. The hand braced against the opposite surface tightened, his fingers curling slowly into a fist as if he needed the pressure to steady himself.

“You really shouldn’t…” he muttered.

But the growl beneath the words lacked conviction.

It sounded less like a warning directed at you and more like something he was trying to remind himself.

Meanwhile your hand had already found the seam of the flight suit.

You slipped beneath it.

The moment your fingers brushed bare skin, Din’s hips shifted instinctively against your touch. A quiet roll forward.

A reaction he clearly hadn’t intended.

“You keep watch,” you suggested lightly, your voice barely louder than a breath, “I’ll keep you entertained.”

Your fingers wrapped fully around his cock now.

The muffled sound that escaped the helmet in response sent a small thrill down your spine.

You had seen Din without the helmet before. You knew the expressions he tried so carefully to hide from the rest of the galaxy - the tightening of his jaw, the way his eyes darkened when you touched him just right.

But this?

This was different.

With the helmet still firmly in place, you couldn’t rely on facial cues at all.

Instead you found yourself reading the language of his body.

Every small shift of muscle.

Every subtle change in the way he held himself above you.

The signals were clearer than he probably realized.

And right now they were telling you that you were very much on the right track.

His length twitched faintly in your grasp.

Yes.

Definitely the right track.

“You’re being reckless,” Din whispered after a moment, his head tilting slightly as if he was still trying to listen for sounds in the hallway beyond the hidden compartment.

“This entire mission has been reckless,” you replied with a quiet smirk. “I’m just staying consistent.”

Your hand moved again.

With a practiced motion you eased him free from the remaining fabric, the flight suit sliding aside just enough to reveal his length completely.

Especially from your low position you couldn’t help the brief flicker of appreciation that crossed your mind as he stood towering above you.

Your legs had been aching moments ago from the cramped kneeling position.

Now the discomfort barely registered.

You shifted slightly, adjusting your posture so you were better aligned with his cock in front of your face. Your gaze traveled upward for a moment before settling again on the task at hand.

Almost unconsciously, you wet your lips.

Your hand gave him a few slow strokes, deliberate and unhurried.

“You should stop,” he hissed quietly.

You smiled faintly.

“I haven’t even started yet.”

Leaning forward, you pressed a soft, almost reverent kiss against the soft skin of his tip.

The thing was,  you had never been particularly patient. The teasing kisses you had started with didn’t stay gentle for long. As you closed your lips around his tip you could feel a tension coiling through Din’s entire body and you could hear the change in his breathing.

The quiet restraint he usually carried with such discipline began to slip. A low sound escaped him - muted by the helmet but unmistakable.

Above you, his free hand found your hair. Just threading through the strands in slow strokes that felt almost absentminded, as if he was grounding himself in the sensation. The movement sent a clear enough signal on its own.

You were doing exactly what he wanted, that he did not want you to stop at all.

Encouraged, you took him in deeper, the tight space forcing you to adjust carefully as your tongue circled his soft skin. Din’s hand moved from the side of your head to the back of it as you leaned in further, the grip tightening just slightly as instinct took over.

For a moment the two of you went completely still.

The closeness of the compartment left almost no room for movement anyway. The faint hum of machinery somewhere inside the walls vibrated through the metal around you while you both adjusted to the new position.

Din’s breath hitched again.

“Mesh’la…” The word slipped out rougher this time, dragged low through the modulator as he looked down at you. The dark visor tilted slightly, studying you in the dim light filtering through the vent.

“You look… perfect like this.”

The praise landed like a spark and a shiver ran through you.

Your hand slid higher along his thigh to steady yourself while the other braced against the wall behind you. Slowly you began to move your head, careful in the cramped space, finding a rhythm that worked despite the awkward positioning.

You slowly started to move your head, taking him in just an inch more before rolling back, catching a breath. Spit glistened on your lips and his soft skin, even in the shady dark light of this makeshift hideout, the air inside the compartment growing thick and humid as the seconds stretched.   

Your own pulse had begun to race now and heat coiled low in your stomach. You could feel the wetness between your legs growing although he did not even touch you fully.

It was almost frustrating to realize there would be no space for him to return the favor here - not with the two of you wedged together in a compartment barely big enough to breathe in. Not to speak of the lurking danger outside.

But you had no doubt, the moment you made it back to the Crest, he would remember exactly how to repay you. And different to now he would take his time with you.

For now though, the focus was entirely on him.

Din’s grip tightened slightly in your hair as you relaxed your jaw just a bit more, to take him up to the hilt. Before you could settle fully into your pace, he guided you forward with a firm pressure at the back of your head, pulling you closer with a sudden urgency that stole your breath for a moment.

“You take me so well,” he murmured. The words vibrated through the helmet’s modulator, sending another shiver down your spine. Your lungs protested briefly at the fullness, but your mind was far too focused on the effect you were having on him to care much about that.

Just before the pressure became too much he eased the hold, letting you pull back enough to breathe again.

You inhaled deeply before leaning in once more, eyes slipping closed as you focused on the rhythm he gave you. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his flight suit for balance as you let your tongue explore his full length, feeling every vein and twitch. He felt impossibly hard now and you longed for the moment back on the ship when he would bury himself in you, hips rolling in that infuriating slowness he always used to bring you closer and closer to the edge.

Above you, Din’s movements became less controlled now. The subtle tension running through his body and the twitching of his cock told you everything you needed to know.

“I’m almost there, cyar’ika,” he breathed quietly. Then his helmet tilted downward again. “Look at me.”

You obeyed immediately, lifting your gaze to the dark visor looming above you. Your jaw softened slightly, preparing yourself for the moment - 

 - but suddenly he froze.

Every muscle in his body went rigid.

A sound echoed faintly from the hallway beyond the hidden compartment.

Footsteps, distant enough but approaching.

The situation became instantly absurd.

You were kneeling in a cramped maintenance cavity, his cock buried deep in your throat, both of you frozen in complete silence while someone walked somewhere nearby beyond the sealed panel.

Din held himself perfectly still, his grip tightening in your hair in a silent command to stop. To wait.

You felt it.

You understood it.

You ignored it. Your tongue moved again in a teasing flick against his underside and his throb told you how he ached for the sweet release. A strangled hiss slipped through the modulator.

The footsteps grew slightly louder as they passed somewhere down the corridor.

Din’s fingers clenched in warning. Not yet pulling you away, but very clearly telling you to behave.

You didn’t.

Your hands slid around the backs of his thighs instead, gripping firmly just beneath the curve of his backside. Then you pulled him closer, deeper, stealing your own breath, all while keeping your gaze fixed on him.

That was all it took.

Din’s head fell back against the wall with a silent thud as the tension snapped.

The insulation of the compartment and the distant machinery thankfully swallowed most of the sound. Outside, the footsteps continued past without slowing.

Inside, you had no choice but to hold steady as the wave finally broke and he spilled into your mouth, his warm cum coating the back of your throat and dripping down.

True to his earlier command, you kept your eyes lifted to the visor above you as you swallowed around his cock, taking every drop of him.

His fingers dug sharply into your hair now, the pressure almost painful as he fought to stay quiet through the release that rolled through him.

The footsteps faded down the corridor.

Only once the silence returned did Din finally exhale.

The breath came out slow and shaky.

After a moment he carefully pulled his still hardened length away, the movement making his tip bump lightly against your lips as he straightened.

“You…” he muttered, voice still rough. “…are an absolute menace.”

You leaned back slightly, licking the corners of your mouth before flashing him a satisfied grin.

“Happy to be of service.” You gave him a small, mocking nod.

With practiced hands you helped Din straighten himself back into the flight suit, smoothing the fabric into place before giving the front of it a light, almost condescending pat.

“Good as new,” you murmured under your breath.

The grip he had held in your hair finally loosened. Instead of the sharp hold from moments ago, his fingers slid through the strands in slow strokes, brushing your scalp before drifting down along the side of your face, tilting your face upwards by the chin. The gesture carried none of the urgency from earlier - just quiet warmth.

“We’re going to have a conversation about your sense of risk assessment once we’re back on the ship,” he said after a moment. Even through the helmet you could hear the grin in his voice. “Can’t take you anywhere.”

“Speaking of taking me places,” you said, nodding toward the sealed panel behind him, “you think things have cooled down out there yet?”

“I certainly have,” he replied dryly. The helmet tilted slightly as he listened for a moment, the faint sounds of the facility humming through the walls around you. “Seems quiet enough. Might be our best window.”

He glanced down toward you.

“Can you get it open again?”

Your lockpicking kit was still tucked safely in your pocket. After all, the panel had sealed itself automatically once you had picked it the first time and Din had shoved you inside. Your part of the job hadn’t exactly ended when the door closed.

You pulled the tools free with a quiet clink.

“What exactly are you contributing to this mission again?” you asked with a crooked grin.

Din awkwardly stepped over you in the tight compartment so you could shift forward, bracing yourself on your knees while you reached the panel controls.

“Because as far as I remember,” you continued, sliding the picks into place, “I handled the theft, the lockpicking, and the tension relief.”

Behind you he shifted his weight against the opposite wall.

“I’m making sure no one stands between us and the ship so I can repay you,” he replied calmly.

The panel hissed softly as the locking mechanism disengaged beneath your tools.

He leaned closer.

“Now hurry up,” he added quietly, “before I make you.”

You didn’t need further encouragement. You scrambled to your feet quickly - only to wobble immediately as your legs protested the long minutes spent kneeling.

Pins and needles shot through your calves.

“Stars,” you muttered, shaking them out. “Did the Jedi deal with this kind of thing all the time?”

Din didn’t slow.

“Less talking,” he said simply. His hand closed around your wrist and pulled you forward down the corridor. “More moving.”

Waiting had been the right call.

The frantic security sweep from earlier had thinned considerably. Most of the guards had clearly moved their search elsewhere by now, likely assuming you had already slipped off the premises.

Still, the path back to the exit wasn’t completely empty.

Twice you had to flatten yourselves against shadowed corners as patrols passed nearby.

Twice Din handled the problem when stealth alone wasn’t enough.

Before long the familiar shape of the Razor Crest appeared waiting at the edge of the landing platform like an old friend.

You sprinted the final stretch. By the time the ramp lowered you were already breathing hard.

Din reached the cockpit first, vaulting into the pilot’s seat as the startup sequence flared to life across the control panels.

You stumbled up into the cockpit seconds later and dropped into the copilot chair beside him, chest still rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath.

But the grin on your face refused to fade.

From your pocket you produced the prize.

The Kyber Resonance Shard caught the cockpit lights as you tossed it lightly into the air and caught it again.

“Well,” you said, leaning back slightly as the engines hummed louder beneath your feet, “that was an experience.”

You flipped the shard once more.

Din said nothing. His gloved hands moved across the controls with steady precision, initiating the final departure sequence.

The ship lifted smoothly from the platform.

You glanced sideways at him.

“What do you think this thing will sell for?” you asked, turning the crystal between your fingers.

Still nothing.

A small flicker of unease crept into your thoughts. Had you pushed too far earlier?

You cleared your throat. “Maybe we should take more breaking-and-entering jobs,” you added casually.

You tossed the shard again - 

 - but this time Din’s hand shot out and caught it midair before you could.

The motion was so quick it left you blinking.

Without looking at you, he engaged the hyperdrive controls with his other hand. The Crest lurched gently as it entered hyperspace, the blue tunnel of stars stretching across the viewport.

Din turned the crystal over once in his hand. Then set it on the console. Only after that did he rise from the pilot’s seat. His broad silhouette loomed over you.

“Bunk,” he said.

Just one word.

No humor left in it.

The tone wasn’t angry.

But it was unmistakably an order.

And stars help you - you obeyed it eagerly.

You were out of the copilot seat in a heartbeat, heading down the narrow corridor toward the sleeping quarters.

Behind you, heavy footsteps followed.

You reached the bunk and climbed inside just as the familiar sound echoed through the small cabin - 

The quiet hiss of a helmet seal disengaging.

Your grin widened.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you stretched out on the mattress and looked toward the doorway with open anticipation.

You had worked with Din long enough to know exactly how this was going to end.

He always believed in settling the score.

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You roll your eyes despite the soft smile tugging at your mouth. Steve Harrington has always been a flirt, but he’s dialed to eleven now that he knows you’re into him. The weeks since that fateful crawl mission, when you first let him kiss you, have led to a plethora of moments like this one — lingering touches, soft kisses, and promises of something more.

“Yeah, by you getting back in that driver’s seat in case Hop takes off in a hurry.”

“Five more minutes…” he promises, muffled into your pulsepoint, before he presses a longer, wetter kiss there.

You sigh when his teeth brush your delicate skin. Your head grows heavy with the feeling of him against you, which you can feel swirling in the very pit of your stomach now. His mouth curls into a smile against your neck when you rest your heavy head on the side of his.

“See?” he croons, pressing his words into your burning skin. “You always complain, but you really you just—”

“Shut up and kiss me,” you deadpan.

“—Okay,” he nods obediently.

You swivel in your chair to face him and cup his scruffy jaw in your hands, pulling him into you and kissing him like you’re trying to swallow him whole.

You knot your fingers in his silky hair as you lick into his mouth, tongues rutting together like velvet on velvet. He cradles the back of your head with one wide palm while his other curls around your back. He urges you into his lap and gently onto the shaggy van floor below.

Your lips part with a soft click. Your swollen mouth curls into a crooked smile as your lidded gaze flits across the boy on top of you, rosy-mouthed and heavy-eyed. “Is our first time really gonna be in this disgusting van?” you tease, though you have zero plans of letting him go now.

“I shampooed the carpet a few days ago,” he mutters sheepishly.

“Well, in that case…” you trail off with giggle.

You’re left smiling wider than you realize when Steve ducks down to stamp wet kisses to your jaw. You strain your arm towards the desk, just barely in reach of the strap of the stopwatch dangling off the edge. You pull it down towards you to find the time still counting down — 6:31… 6:30… 6:29…

“You have about six minutes until Hopper’s on the move again,” you tell him. “So you better get to work, Harrington…”

The van rocks faintly as you scramble on awkward limbs. Steve pulls back just far enough to strip your jeans down your legs and to undo his clinking belt buckle. He tucks the hem of his boxers down his heavy balls and slides your panties to the side, far too eager now to do anything more than that.

Steve props himself on one hand while his other takes his heavy cock in his fist, dragging the strawberry-colored tip up and down the length of your weeping pussy. He slides within your velvety folds, and your head tips back against the plush carpet, which smells of soap and only vaguely of feet.

The tip of his chiseled nose brushes the bridge of yours as your heavy breaths entwine. Through labored pants, Steve slurs, “Are you sure you wanna—”

“Hurry up and fuck me, Harrington,” you snap, a little more aggressive than you mean to, because the stopwatch at your side is still counting down. You don’t have much time left — surely not as much as you’d like — but you don’t plan on stopping now.

Steve pierces you slow. You feel the initial sting of being stretched by him, inch by inch, followed by the warmth of being full. The lamplit van swells your gasped breaths when he’s sheathed completely inside of you. You wrench his t-shirt into tight fists and squeeze your eyes shut, anticipating his next thrust. Only it never comes.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you huff in annoyance.

“I can’t move,” he answers through gritted teeth with his face buried in your neck.

“What?” you pant. “What do you mean, you can’t move—?”

“I’ll cum,” Steve confesses, voice breaking when your warm pussy clenches absentmindedly around his cock, far more sensitive than he’d anticipated.

“I don’t really give a shit,” you tell him, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “We only have three minutes left, Harrington, so you need to— Oh…”

You trail off with a whine when Steve’s hips tilt back and forward again. His thrusts are shallow and not quite rhythmic — he struggles to find a pace when he already feels so close to cumming. He just buries his choked-back whines into your neck and tries to stave off his orgasm for as long as he can, because he wants this to feel good for you, too.

You’re less focused on your own pleasure and more on the stopwatch counting down beside your head. 3:35… 3:34… 3:33… You want so desperately for Steve to cum, more than you want it for yourself — if only to have something to hang over his head for later.

“You need to cum, Steve,” you command through panted breaths, fighting back a whimper as his hips rut mercilessly over your clit with every shallow roll.

“Don’t…” he whines pitifully into the crook of your neck as the coil in the pit of his stomach threatens to snap. Your words certainly aren’t helping his attempt to hold off his orgasm. “I don’t wanna cum yet…”

“Yeah, I don’t care,” you pant in response, monotone but not entirely unkind. “If you don’t cum now, I’m not letting you cum at all—”

His groan rumbles through the otherwise silent van. Your cruel words pierce him somehow physically — slices the knot in his stomach in half without trying. His hands tighten into fists on either side of your head as he buckles down over you. His trembling body tries hopelessly to melt into yours as his orgasm washes suddenly over him, wave after merciless wave.

Your sigh of content at the warm feeling blossoming inside of you is drowned out by Steve’s louder, more pathetic grunts. Your cunt clenches around him, threatening to suckle him in further, even as his sensitive cock begins to soften.

“I’m sorry…” he mumbles through gritted teeth, as the aftershocks of his white-hot pleasure begin to dwindle. “Fuck… I’m sorry…”

Your heavy head swivels to the stopwatch at your side. “Well, look at that…” you lilt through labored breaths. “Looks like you only needed one minute, huh, Stevie?”

The words of a teasing quip get lost in Steve’s swimming head. He pulls back from your neck for the first time since he slid into you. You find his scruffy face is now flushed red, and his mouth is softly swollen from your kisses, and his dark eyes are glazed over with a layer of honey.

“Let me make you cum,” he pants, eager to please.

You shake your head against the shaggy carpet. “We don’t have time—”

He winces slightly when he slides slowly out of you, immediately mourning your warmth, but wanting desperately to make you feel good. “I can be quick,” he promises.

“Trust me, I know,” you scoff, pretending not to be as fazed by the sudden emptiness as you really are. He kneels between your parted thighs, and you catch his scruffy jaw in your fingers when he tries to duck down towards your glittering pussy, with every intention of making you cum with his tongue.

You meet his doe-eyed look with a sterner one. “I told you we don’t have time. Hop is gonna be on the move soon—”

The stopwatch, left abandoned on the carpet, begins to chirp with several droning beep, beep, beeps.

“Shit…” Steve huffs with a pained look, tucking his soft cock back into his pants.

You slide your panties back into place and vaguely feel Steve’s cum leaking onto the cotton as you reach for your jeans, left in a crumpled ball on the carpet just beside you. Your eyes glimmer with mischief as they lock with his darker ones, love-drunk and full of woe.

“You can make it up to me later, how about that?” you hum lowly, before pressing a too-innocent kiss to his flushed cheek.

he'll wake you up with his mouth between your legs bc you were moaning his name in your sleep

will give you the most raunchy, drawn-out, deep dicking for your first time together

loves making you suck on his fingers, whether it be during sex or just because (and when it's the latter, it usually leads to a heavy, sloppy makeout sesh which then leads to...)

will suck on your fingers too

loves it when you softly (attempt to) wrap your hand around his neck

he's a biter (everywhere)

he's the biggest fucking tease oh my god:

if you're wearing a skirt he'll discreetly rub you through your panties to get you wet and then leave you aching (he'll make up for it later)

he'll make you take them off and he'll stash them in his pocket, no, not his jeans pocket... the breast pocket in his jacket.

casual dominance

he's handsy, esp grabbing onto your hips and pulling you back into him

will trail his hand up your back and into the hair at the nape of your neck, softly rubbing and discreetly pulling

relishes in it when you stifle a whimper or bite your bottom lip

also loves wrapping an arm around your front to keep you against him (he'll whisper in your ear about how pretty you look, how good you are for him, sometimes even whispering what he plans to do to you later)

has his hand in your the back pocket of your jeans

always opens doors for you and scolds you when you go to open the passenger door yourself

always offers his arm to you, loving how you curl your soft hand over his bicep

steve loves tits. he is a tit man. through and through.

if you have big tits, it's a bonus; regardless, he’s all over you, all. the. fucking. time. good luck escaping his mouth and hands

he’d be cuddling you and his favourite place for his face is nestled between them

holds them for comfort

loves the feeling of his cock between them

actively drools when he watches you walk because they bounce with every step

gets hard knowing what you’re hiding underneath your baggy clothes

sucks them to over sensitivity when you’re riding his dick

loves painting them with his come and massages it in after because he’s a filthy freak

his words are slurred when he begs to have his mouth on them “please baby please lemme just suck on ‘em for a few minutes” “steve someone could walk in-“ “i’ll be quick i promise baby, just wanna... mmmm, fuckin love 'em” and his hands are already pushing your top up, bralette down so he can mouth at your nipples and lick the underside of your breasts

i feel like he would fucking faint if you got nipple piercings because he’d never seen anything like it so he HAD to get his mouth on you asap

pinches them until you're whimpering and squirming in his lap

he loves thick thighs

will rest his head on your lap because your thighs are so fucking soft and he loves when you play and tug at his hair

wears them as earmuffs when he eats you out

will bite them so you behave, esp if you’re squirming against his mouth

loves how they feel caging his hips

loves how they keep his dessert warm iykyk

he’s into spanking

even casually tbh you’ll be passing him and he will slap your ass hard enough for you to squeal but then rubs it better and tuts

will spank you hard enough there’s a pink handprint on your ass for a whole day but kisses it better

when you get too cocky around eddie and robin he’ll ask to talk to you in a different room and bend you over the nearest surface, either lifting up your skirt or dragging your jeans down and going to town because you need to learn

he knows you love it so he fingers you in between then doesn’t let you finish bc he’s evil

lowkey loves risky semi-public sex

he definitely voices his love of the idea of taking you up to the roof of the squawk at night so he can hear you scream his name and absolutely no one will hear

he will fuck you in the back of the van and not give a shit if it starts rocking

chokes on his own spit when you take the lead and just start sucking him off when he’s in the drivers seat, softly threading his fingers through your hair and pushing

(loves it when you gag on him too)

will kneel in the footwell and put your legs over his shoulders to eat you out until he’s completely and utterly pussy drunk and his moans vibrate through your clit, will keep going even after the windows are steamed up and your moans can be heard through the closed doors

fucks you in the bathroom in eddie's trailer during a movie night (adults only) with his hand over your mouth and his fingers rubbing your clit

You were lucky to be part of your boyfriend's friend group, so no one suspected a thing. In fact, that's how the whole relationship started. You knew Robin, who in turn knew Steve, and he knew Nancy, and her brother was friends with Dustin, and Dustin had become very close to Eddie. It all snowballed. After spending time with Eddie, he realized you didn't look at him with disdain like almost everyone else did. And you realized he was really funny and entertaining, and you didn't understand why people rejected him so much. The rest is history.

Getting back to the secrecy, things with Eddie sometimes got a little complicated. Your boyfriend had a reputation for being clingy and dramatic, and sometimes he couldn't help but get a little too close to you.

"Edds someone could see us.."

Your voice was muffled, and your eyes darted around, focusing on everything but his face. Your boyfriend stood dangerously close, chuckling and brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"Well, let them look" He smiled proudly.

You sighed, but couldn't help smiling. Eddie had you cornered, your back against the wall of a hallway near the restrooms, but far enough away to look like just two friends chatting from a distance. The place was pretty hidden; one of the restrooms was closed, so it was unlikely anyone would come near.

"I mean it"

Your tone was reproachful, or at least that's what you wanted. But a smile spread across your lips. Eddie tilted his head and smiled innocently.

"Me too" he said, placing a thumb on your chin. "Let everyone know I have the prettiest girlfriend."

Feeling self-conscious, you bit your lip and looked down. He always managed to make you nervous by saying sweet things. You knew, though, that he wouldn't go too far with you or risk being caught if you didn't want him to. He might be a bit of a show-off, but he kept his word. His hands were now on your hips, pulling you closer. You dared to wrap your arms around his neck.

"I have band practice today. Will you come watch me play?"

"Like always" you replied, smiling

"A kiss for luck?" Now her eyes had a mischievous tinge

You wrinkled your nose playfully. "Fine, you win, whatever you want."

You pursed your lips and gave him a tender peck on the mouth, which he quickly deepened, unfairly. Eddie smiled wickedly in your lips.

"Eddie!" you gasped, scolding him between kisses

He hummed and laughed, staying close to you, completely ignoring your anger, like a mischievous child. Suddenly, you heard quick footsteps approaching down the hall. Someone was running toward you. Startled, you opened your eyes and roughly pulled your boyfriend away just in time. Dustin, oblivious to the scene, came running, panting, followed by Mike, who was yelling for him to wait.

"I've finally found you!"

Dustin exclaimed, now close to you both, taking a moment to catch his breath. Mike arrived behind him, also tired.

"I told you he'd be here" Mike said to Dustin.

"I looked for you all over the school!" Then he noticed you were there too and greeted you with a big smile "Hi to you, y/n!". Mike imitated him.

You smiled at him affectionately. You liked Dustin and his friends a lot, but there was something peculiar about that boy with the messy hair. And Eddie thought the same; that's why he'd practically adopted him as his own. Your boyfriend patted both boys on the shoulders.

"Well, I'm here now, what do you want from me, little grasshoppers?"

"We have a D&D game this afternoon! Remember?"

Eddie's smile faltered slightly, and he had to blink a few times. Shit, he'd forgotten. He was going to take you to the movies right around this time. He hadn't invited you yet, but he was going to. He quickly put on his smile and chuckled.

"Of course I remember it!"

"You forgot, didn't you?" Dustin replied, a little disappointed.

Eddie shook his head several times, seeing the disappointment in his friend's eyes. "No, no! I really do remember. I was just distracted thinking about rehearsals with my band, that's all."

Dustin smiled in relief at the answer. Mike suddenly looked around and then at you and Eddie. "So, what are you doing in the most secluded part of the school?" he asked, sounding confused and suspicious.

Eddie froze for a moment, but you were quicker in your thinking. "I was telling Eddie some gossip and didn't want anyone else to find out." Then you moved closer to the children and whispered confidentially, "It's about Nancy and Steve."

Mike frowned. "My sister?"

You raised your eyebrows. "Oh yeah, so I can't tell you." You walked away and winked at them, then looked at Eddie with a forced smile.

"And don't you tell Steve what I said, okay?" You laughed nervously and playfully punched him on the shoulder a little harder than you meant to.

Your boyfriend put his hand to his shoulder, moaning softly. But it worked because the kids stopped asking questions. Dustin then grabbed Eddie's wrist and dragged him down the hall. "Come on, you've been gone long enough. We need to practice for today's game. Bye, y/n!" Dustin and Mike shouted.

Eddie turned around for a few seconds to look at you, smiled, and winked, amused.

After Eddie left, you met up with Nancy, Steve, and Robin outside the school. Of course you didn't mention that Mike and Dustin almost saw you two together, since they didn't know you were dating him either.

Suddenly Robin asked, "Do you have any plans for this afternoon? You could come and see us at the radio station" she suggested.

You pressed your lips together, hesitant. "Uhm, I'm sorry, actually I do have plans..." you answered evasively.

"What's more important than supporting your friends at work?" Steve joked.

This time you decided to be honest: "play D&D..."

The three of them blinked at the same time, looking at you as if you'd said you wanted to invade Europe. Nancy was the first to speak.

"the game my brother and his friends play?"

You nodded as if it wasn't a big deal

"And since when do you play that game?" Steve asked, confused.

You sighed. "Well, the other day Eddie was telling me about the roles in the game, and then Lucas and Mike and the others started talking nonstop about the different strategies and blah blah blah." Then you shrugged. "I don't really know how to play yet. But I thought it was interesting."

"You've been talking about Eddie a lot lately," Steve said, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes, because he's my friend, dipshit" you teased him

The girls laughed and Steve grimaced. Before anyone could put two and two together, you said goodbye and ran off to meet your boyfriend.

Nancy whispered when you were gone, "Do you think they're secretely dating?"

Steve shrugged and frowned, unsure. "I don't know," he said. Robin, smiling amusedly, added at the same time, "Totally." Steve was taken aback by his friend's words. She looked at him, a little incredulous at his naiveté. "Really? You had to be a guy..." she snorted.

That afternoon, you decided to wait for him at the old theater where your boyfriend and his friends played D&D. In fact, it wasn't the first time you'd waited inside or outside to watch them play. They were already used to having you around when they were playing. The funny thing was that, in their innocence, they thought you were doing it because you were interested in watching them play, not because your boyfriend was there. Which, well, you were actually interested in the games, and even though it all seemed complicated, Eddie had taught you at least the basic rules several times. But, of course, with him there, it was hard to concentrate on anything else.

You decided to move forward until you reached the interior where everyone was sitting in a circle. Eddie was on his throne, watching over and guiding everything like a bald eagle. Dustin had a die in his hand.

"Come on baby! Give me a D20!"

Dustin kissed his fist and then flicked his finger onto the table. Everyone, even Eddie, slowly approached, holding their breath, to see the result. When the die stopped rolling, the number appeared before them: D20.

"YES!!" Dustin jumped in his seat as the others hugged him.

Eddie smirked. "It seems that luck was on your side."

You smiled and giggled softly so as not to interrupt them. However it happened, at one point your boyfriend noticed you. When he looked up, he saw you standing there and smiled happily. "Y/N, it's so good to see you!"

The other children turned to look at you and smiled, waving. You approached slowly. "Good game, guys."

Eddie clapped his hands and then rubbed them together. "Right? Well, it's time to close the session. You're free to go, my chicks," he joked.

Dustin snorted, "Oh come on, just a little longer."

Your boyfriend shook his head so vigorously that his curls ruffled. "No, no. I have things to do," he said, glancing at you sideways.

Dustin rolled his eyes, and the others reluctantly obeyed, gathering their things and getting up from their seats. Eddie approached you, a little eager, with a goofy grin. You decided to ignore the way he was looking at you, a bit intensely, and smiled and waved to the kids. You waited until everyone had left, and only then did you decide to look at Eddie.

"Did you miss me?" You asked playfully

He grunted, laughing, as he hooked his thumbs into your jeans' belt. "You have no idea," he added mischievously, "but you did too, since you came to see me."

With your index finger you touched the tip of his nose. "Oh, how cheeky, dungeon master. And what if I missed you?"

His smile widened and a playful glint crossed his dilated pupils. "Oh then I'll have... to eat you!"

Then Eddie growled playfully and went to your neck to give you tickly kisses. You clung to his hair and threw your head back, laughing happily.

Outside, the children, oblivious to what was happening, were about to leave when Lucas stopped abruptly as his friends walked on. Noticing he wasn't following them, they turned around to watch him rummage through his backpack.

"Oh shit," he said while stirring at the bottom.

"What are you looking for?" Mike asked.

"My notebook and pen, I must have forgotten them on the table. I'll go get them"

"Wait, we'll go with you!" Dustin shouted as Lucas trotted back to the theater

When everyone arrived at the entrance and were about to go in, they suddenly saw the two of you standing very close to each other. They quickly decided to hide behind the curtain and spy. You were watching him, laughing, as he told you something they couldn't quite make out. What they did notice was Eddie hooking his thumbs into your belt.

"Ok that's weird" Dustin whispered

"And close" Lucas added

Then they saw you brush a strand of his hair aside and stroke his cheek. He seemed to tilt his head and melt at your touch. The children frowned.

"Uhh she's just being nice... I've seen girls do that too..." Mike opined, not entirely sure.

"Yeah, but Eddie isn't a girl." Dustin looked at him as if he'd just said the dumbest thing ever.

They were still debating whether you two were dating or not when you suddenly did something that left no room for doubt. You put your hands in your boyfriend's back pockets, leaned closer, tilting your head back slightly, and pressed your lips to his as if glued on, in a long kiss. Eddie smiled softly against your lips and cupped your face in his hands. Each boy had a different reaction. Lucas was stunned, Mike looked somewhere between disgusted and surprised, and Dustin was confused and embarrassed, wondering why on earth he was eavesdropping on such an intimate moment.

The three of them slowly and carefully moved away and walked off without making a sound. They were in shock and didn't know what to say.

"Ok I didn't expect that..." Dustin finally broke the silence

After several long seconds in which no one said anything, Mike looked at Lucas. "Do you urgently need that notebook and pen?" He asked, a little awkwardly.

Your hand drifts from his side, around to the front of his stomach so that you hug him from behind. Your fingertips brush a featherlight trail across his tummy. Raised, webby scar tissue distinguishes itself from the smoother stretches of skin. Steve squirms and huffs a breath of laughter when you grace a sensitive spot along his waistline. 

“Sorry.” You press a light kiss between his shoulder blades. “I love you.”

“Love you,” he rasps. “You okay?” 

“Just thinking.”

He’s quiet for a while. “Well, don’t leave me hangin’.”

Steve hears the nerves woven into your quiet laugh, and rolls over to face you in hopes of chasing them away. A gentle hand settles on your hip, his thumb stroking back and forth. Even then, the words don’t come right away. It’d be easier if you didn’t care, but caring is all you’ve done from the moment you realized he was more than just a friend. 

He runs a blind knuckle across your cheek. “Talk to me, pretty.” 

“It’s nothing.” 

Steve encourages you closer, an invitation you’ve never declined a day in your life. There’s not an ounce of shame in your body as you tuck your nose into his collarbones. He smells faintly of citrus as you breathe him in, skin warm like the summer you met him. He kisses your head once, twice, three times, then settles into the stillness. The air of the apartment still smells new. Boxes sit in the living room and kitchen. 

“It’d be nice to get away,” you murmur after a while. 

“Where?” 

“Anywhere.” You think some more. “Drive with the windows down and leave Hawkins behind.” 

Steve pictures himself behind the wheel with you riding shotgun, going nowhere yet everywhere; pit stops at scenic overviews, today’s hits on the radio, nothing but the open road through the windshield and rearview. 

“There’s so much more out there, you know?” 

Your wistfulness makes Steve’s touch still. “Are you not happy here anymore?” Curiosity flirts with concern, though his voice remains measured. "Gonna have to help me out here."

“You make me happy.” 

Steve smiles, but it’s a little sad.

“I just worry if we start building our lives here, we’re never gonna leave.” You pause to shakily exhale. “And I can’t decide if that’s a good thing.” 

In the wake of his silence, you speak up again, “Sorry for dumping this on you late at night.” 

He squeezes your waist. “I asked.” 

You smooth a hand down his chest as a deeper sense of guilt takes root in yours. Steve grasps your hand to still your movements, too intuitive for his own good. 

“Is there something else?” he coaxes. 

You shake your head despite the tenderness of his voice. 

“You don't gotta carry everything on your own.” 

So you let it go. “I took a pregnancy test earlier.” 

On the outside, he’s the picture of steadiness as he turns on the bedside lamp and props up on his forearm. His eyes are a bit red from tiredness as he squints in the light. You have his full attention. A weak undercurrent of hope rides in his gaze. 

“I took two, actually.” 

His big eyes flick over your features. “I noticed you were late,” he says. “Thought it might be stress.” 

“That probably is why,” you say. “Both tests came back negative.” 

A flood of emotions wash over him, but they’re so intermingled that you can’t pinpoint which shines through the strongest. 

“But for a second I let myself think what if,” you murmur. “What if they were positive and our lives were about to change forever?” 

Moments ago, Steve had too. He swallows the lump in his throat, a muddled ball of disappointment and relief. 

“So many questions played on a loop in my head.” You study his unwavering gaze. “Would we want to raise a child here? Are we even ready?” Steve wipes the lone tear that rolls down your cheek. “Despite everything, I wanted it anyway.” 

He grasps for levity before anything else. “We were raised in Hawkins and turned out pretty alright.” 

You can see his smile this time around, loving and contemplative. All you can think about is how gently he’d shoulder fatherhood. A life with him anywhere would bend in your favor and be worthwhile in the end. 

“Guess so,” you chuckle wetly. 

He cups your cheek. “Whatever happens, we’ll make it good.” 

You always did. 

Maybe a change in scenery is all you needed. 

••• 

Dave’s Diner is one of the few breakfast spots left in town. Two weeks later, you watch bare trees and evergreens alike pass by your window on the way there. Dry leaves fill yards and curbsides. Main Street is a shell slowly finding its way again; vacant storefronts are tucked among vibrant ones. Steve clicks his tongue upon pulling into the parking lot. The place is packed. Multiple heads float around inside, men stand out in the cold chatting and sipping on take-out coffees. 

Inside, you’re met with a warmth that’s a welcome refuge from fall’s relentless chill. Despite the bustle, it doesn’t take long for your food to come out after you order. 

Steve knocks a playful knee against yours when you reach across the table to steal one of his tater tots. Your sweet smile softens his gaze.

“You can have the rest if you want.” 

You decline and look out the window. Outside, a cherry red pickup truck pulls out of a parking space. Steve follows your gaze to the license tag before he turns back to you. New York, the Empire State. A happy coincidence.

Sunlight bathes his features. Hair falls onto his forehead, his eyes look like honey in the light. Other diners continue to chatter, their silverware clinking against plates while the scent of bacon grease hangs in the air. He ushers a forkful of omelet into his mouth and washes it down with a sip of orange juice. 

Steve smiles when you smile. You love him so much eight letters will never be enough. 

Later, at the convenience store, Steve trails behind you with an armful of snacks for the road. Fluorescent lights, pop music, and a myriad of colors make for a lively atmosphere, but there’s still a slow, Hawkins sort of ease as you navigate down an aisle filled with trail mix variations. The bells above the front door ring as another customer files inside and greets the cashier with a booming hello. 

“You like dried fruit, right?” you ask. “I always forget.” 

“They’re the least fun snack, but sure.” 

“We can’t eat junk the whole way to New York.” 

Steve sighs in feigned dejection, then steals a kiss from the apple of your cheek.  

•••

All is quiet when you awaken. No engine, tires against asphalt, or wind whistling through the windows. It takes a few blinks before you realize that a once blue sky now bleeds into pink and orange near the horizon. When you lift your seat upright, you see the sunset reflected in the water of the lake not too far away. You look at Steve, but he’s already looking at you. Warmth rushes to your cheeks when he holds up a Polaroid picture of you asleep. 

“Did you get all that too?” you motion out the windshield and Steve laughs.  

“Wasn’t necessarily a priority.” 

You bite back a smile as you push your feet back into your Keds. “Where are we?” 

“Just shy of Washington, Pennsylvania,” he says. “We’ll get a room for the night after dinner.” 

“I’m an awful co-pilot.” You yawn, rubbing your eyes. 

Steve wrinkles his nose. “You kidding me?” 

The two of you get out of his Beamer to walk towards the shore of the lake. The gentle lap of the water is so serene that neither of you want to break the silence. Steve moves so he can wrap his arms around you from behind, hooking his chin over your shoulder. His hair tickles the side of your face. After a few seconds, he begins to sway side to side. You place your hands over his and trace his knuckles. 

Leaves rustle above as a breeze combs through the trees. There’s a freshness to the air, though it very well could be a fashioning of your imagination. Away from Hawkins, everything feels exciting, and new. Like you and Steve were free to be whoever you wanted to be.

“Are we dancing?” you murmur, a hint of a smile in your voice. 

“Mhmm.” 

“What song?” 

“You don’t hear the music?” 

A laugh bubbles out of you, but it dwindles into a thoughtful hum. His arms tighten around you a fraction as he continues to sway. Your eyes slip closed. You can hear the music now. 

•••

The night feels younger than the red numbers on the clock insist it is. The motel walls are so thin you’ve surely awakened whatever neighbors you might have. There hadn’t been many cars in the parking lot. The neon colors of the motel sign had reflected in the puddles on the asphalt. It began to rain several minutes before you exited off the highway. Perhaps you were virtually alone.  

Steve can’t remember the last time his sides ached from laughing so hard. The original remark you’d made about the crappy TV got lost in translation five minutes ago, the conversation spiraling into whatever silly things came to your minds. Which turned into light jabs at each other. Which turned into recounting funny memories from back home. 

Your place at the sink gives you a perfect view of where Steve is stretched out on the bed shirtless.  

“Come brush your teeth with me,” you say, shaking your head fondly. Steve takes a few steadying breaths as he stares up at the popcorn ceiling.

He eventually joins you at the sink. He makes the mistake of meeting your gaze in the mirror. The glint of amusement still alive in your eyes makes him chuckle around his toothbrush. Despite closing his lips, toothpaste drips from his mouth and onto his hairy chest. All he can think about as you grab a neatly rolled hand towel and dab it away for him is that he used to be cooler. Leagues cooler. But he’d rather have this any night. 

Steve kisses you once you’ve crawled into bed. You’re not expecting it, but you don’t complain when he pulls you over to straddle him where he lays, guiding your face down to his lips. His hands move to your waist, beneath the hem of your shirt, so he can knead your skin. Your body feels full of helium, like you would drift towards the moon if he were to let you go. His lips are reverent and warm. 

When you pull away, he lets you instead of pulling back closer. You interlock your fingers and hold your joint hands in front of you as you study the man beneath you. Steve watches you watch him, eyes like dark pools. You lean forward and gently pin his hands to either side of his head. He lets you do that too. When he smiles, it’s a small upturn of his lips that leans towards curiosity. 

“Promise me something?” Steve waits for you to continue. “We’ll be best friends for the rest of our lives.” 

“Of course,” Steve breathes like it’s obvious. “That’s why I put a ring on your finger.” 

You can’t help a small smile.  “Wanna hear you say it though.” 

“I promise,” he assures. “I want everything with you.” You let go of his hands and he places them on your thighs.

You kiss him again, starting at his lips before making a pillowy descent to the freckles on his throat. He swallows as you move lower, heat blooming in his cheeks and melting after you. Steve peeks down at the same time you look up at him, lips hovering at his stomach. 

“It’s late.” Rather than to discourage or dissuade, he says it to let you know he’d be okay if you wanted to sleep. However, he can feel that the air has shifted in favor of the charge of want between you. 

“Are you tired?” 

“Not exactly.” A sparkle dances in his eyes. 

“You’re such a boy.” You press a sweet kiss beneath his navel. “What am I gonna do with you?” 

A lopsided grin stretches across his face as he shrugs. Both of you laugh again, softer this time. He watches through hooded eyelids as you tuck your fingers beneath the waistband of his pajama pants to pull them down. 

••• 

Pale sunlight. The gentle weight of Steve’s arm draped around your waist overtop of the sheets. When your eyes flutter open he’s already looking at you. The smile that starts across his face makes your chest feel so fluttery that you tuck your nose into your pillow to hide. 

“Where’d you go?” His voice is raspy and warm with sleep. “Oh. There she is.”

You extend your hand to cover his mouth, but he grasps your wrist to press kisses to your palm, then down the rest of your arm as you giggle drowsily in your attempt to pull away. The sheets have dipped to reveal the top of your bare chest, and he swears you’ve never looked prettier. At some point later today, he’ll think the same thing. Then again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next. There are no endings to the admiration of you.

“How much longer till New York?”

“Five hours,” he says. “Easy peasy.”

“Five more hours in a car with you?”

“Right?” Steve plays along. “I’m just the worst.” 

His hand slips beneath the sheets to find your bare skin. You shiver as his thumb graces along the underside of your breast, gaze softening.

“You’re not the worst,” you murmur, reaching out to brush your finger over a freckle on his cheek, thinking back over the past few weeks. “I don’t know why I was ever so afraid.”

“It’s not like we’re human or anything.”

You comb some hair off his forehead. “You’re something else entirely.” 

Kind, funny, and sincere in a way you’ve never known anyone else to be. You’d entered each other’s lives the summer of eighty-five when he worked at Scoops Ahoy and scooped you the wrong flavor. He’d been too busy staring the movement of your glossy lips to hear the words leaving them.

Your friends got a good laugh out of it, but you smiled and accepted the cone anyways. There was never any harm in trying something new. You went back for more a couple days later, and felt like the luckiest girl in the world when he asked for your number. He called you that evening when he got off work, still dressed like a sailor. 

“What am I then?” he humors you. 

You purse your lips to keep from smiling. “Haven’t put my finger on it quite yet.” 

Steve snorts, amused and flattered all the same. “Let me know when you find out.” 

If that day should ever come. 

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