#cherrysrambles

“Cyar’ika, we’ll get him back. I swear it” he says just above a whisper.

At this you turn instantly and hug him crying into his chest, his strong hands rub up and down your back and eventually you start to calm down, only slightly though. You position your head in the crook of his neck and keep your eyes focused to the side. Not looking at him. He looks down at you and realises this.

“Y/N, it’s ok, you can look at me” he says

“No”

A long pause.

“You don’t want to look at me? You didn’t like what you saw?” As he says this he pulls away but you clutch onto him keeping him still

“Din of course I want to look at you, but I can’t. Your creed”

“My creed is broken. It’s ok”

You pause and he senses something else is up

“Talk to me Cyare, please” the last part comes out as a plea

“It wasn’t your decision. You don’t want me to look at you because that’s what you want, you want me to look at you because I can… on a technicality. I always wanted it to be on your terms that you allowed me to see you” you fade off

“I want you to see me, to really look at me, I’ve wanted it for the longest time, I just haven’t been able to ever voice it out loud because I know even if I asked you, you wouldn’t do it because of my creed”

You freeze.

“Y/N, look at me”

You slowly move your head up and let your eyes wander over his strong jawline, his pouty lips just begging to be kissed, his moustache, aquiline nose and beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Your eyes well up

“Hi Din”

“Hi Cyar’ika”

He puts his hands on your face, thumbs running across your cheeks catching your tears and leans his forehead on yours.

“I love you, I always have and always will” he whispers

“I love you too” you say almost too fast and he smiles. Wow, just seeing him smile is something you never though you could personally make happen.

He looks directly into your eyes and asks

“Can i kiss you?”

You nod and he leans in, so slowly. You can feel his breath across your face as his adjusts his angle to get it just right. You know Din is inexperienced, so you let him find his own pace and rhythm and It’s magical. His lips move against yours so slowly and you can’t help but let out a moan and this spurs Din on, he pushes his lips against you harder and you grab his hair, making him moan this time. As he does, you use this to your advantage and slip your tongue into his mouth, he’s hesitant at first, but then his tongue touches yours and Din grips you tighter. You feel every inch of him… every long… and thick part of him presses up into you. You pull back for air, and he pulls back worried

“Was that not ok? Was that too much”

“Din, it was amazing, I just need to breathe” you say with a smile

“Oh, right” he says slightly embarrassed

He continues “I’ve never done this before, any of it”

“Do you want too?”

“Yes, I mean, yes but, maybe not all of it, not all the way, I want too, with you, but, maybe not right now?”

“Din, what do you want to do?” You press up against him again

“Tell me exactly what you want to do and we can do exactly that”

He pauses all shy

“Tell me”

“..I want to touch you”

“Where?” You know you shouldn’t be messing with him like this, but you can’t help but smile at your big strong Mandalorian all shy like this

“Everywhere” he whispers

“Then do it” and you turn your back to him and lean against him and wait.

He moves your hair from your shoulder again and starts his path from your shoulder to your neck, kisses more pronounced this time and infinitely much better, this time he doesn’t stop when he gets to your neck. Should you give him tips? Is that the right thing to do? Fuck it.

“Open your mouth a bit and use your tongue, teeth too” and he moans and complies and then does the same thing on your other side

“What else do you want me to do? Tell me”

Oh fuck, this is going to be good.

“Use your hands, touch me like you want”

He stops, and just when you think you went too far, he leans over you and grabs the soap and lathers up his hands. Smart man you think.

His hands go straight to your stomach and you wonder if he’s going to move them up or down, he just makes small consecutive circles as his tongue goes back to your neck, leaving marks no doubt.

“Din please, move” you whine

And he slowly moves his hands up and under your breasts, the first touch so electrifying that you feel it all over, he then moves his hands to the swell of your breasts and squeezes ever so gently

“Harder you moan” and he complies. He moves his thumbs in concentric circles around your painfully hard nipples and you can feel it all the way to your clit. You moan. Which makes him moan and grind against you. He continues his ministrations until you speak up again.

“Din please, lower” you beg.

Obedient as ever, he lowers his hand to the juncture of your thighs, and you legs instantly part for him. He runs his fingers up and down your drenched folds missing where you want him the most. You huff out and he whispers in your ear

“Let me take my time with you” while you appreciate the sentiment, all you want is for him to fuck you senseless. He takes on of his hands and brings it back up to your nipple and pinches lightly

“Harder” you say and you hear him groan

“Tell me what else”

“Touch my clit, please, I can’t hold out anymore”

And he lowers his hand and then hesitates. He’s waiting for you to give instructions. For a slight second you forgot that Din has never done any of this before, so of course he’s going to need guidance

You take his hand and lead him to where you’re aching for him

“Right here - ahh” you let out. He starts moving his fingers but it’s not right

“Do it like this, slow and tiny circles with slight pressure” and Din being Din catches on straight away.

You can’t help all the noises you’re making, it feels so fucking good to finally have Din touch you the way you’ve only dreamt about.

“You like that Cyare? Hmm? You like when I touch you like this? You make the prettiest noises. You know I hear you when you’re in your bunk at night right?”

“You do?” You somehow manage to get out

“Yeah, do you know how many times I’ve wanted to come in and finish you off myself?”

“Oh fuck” you manage to get out, but what you really wanted to ask was why he didn’t, but there was no way you were getting out a coherent sentence with him touching you like this.

“Faster” you mumble, he speeds up and the noise you make isn’t even human. The coil deep inside you finally releases, your head snaps back, legs turn to jelly and you’re pretty sure you blacked out for a few seconds. Heart rate increases, you can’t see or think straight and it’s all bliss, and it just won’t stop, but neither are Din’s fingers. You scream out Din’s name as you hit your second climax, you didn’t even know you could do that one after the other.

You shakily try to move Din’s hands away and he does. But not before swiping his fingers through your folds once more and bringing them to his lips for a taste

“So sweet and all for me” you hum in acknowledgement and clutch onto him, knowing if you let go, you’d fall to the floor.

You stand like this for a while in comfortable silence as you try to get your breath back.

Eventually you untangle yourself from Din and turn in his arms to give him a proper kiss. As his hands go around you, he pulls you into him and you can feel his hard cock pushing against your abdomen. You pull back and look at him with a devilish grin

“You don’t have too” he says. How sweet, but you’re having none of it. While looking into his eyes you start to lower yourself to your knees and he inhales sharply.

‘I know I don’t have too, but what if I want too?” You say as you pull your hair to one side and lean in. Ever so slightly you let your lips run on the underside of his cock. He balls his hands into fists, you notice this and take one of his hands and start to kiss each knuckle slowly until he relaxes, you do the same with the other side.

“Just relax Din, I’ve got you”

You repeat the same motion again with your lips and notice that his hands stay open but look awkward.

“Try this” you say and put his hands on your face. “You can guide me”

He still looks nervous “Baby, it’s ok if you want me to stop” and you start to move back, but he grips you tighter, you look up at him “What is it?”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes”

“And you don’t think that I’m demeaning or disrespecting you by letting you do this to me?” He says.

Din Djarin is THE most caring and sweet person you have ever met. A fucking scary bounty hunter, but you can tell how much he really and truly does care about you.

“Not at all, I want to do this, I want to make you feel good with my mouth, I want to make you cum with my mouth, I want to feel your cum slide down my throat” he groans and you look down and see pre cum leaking out. Without breaking eye contact you slowly lick it up and he throws his head back and moans again.

“Ok, but I won’t last long”

You lean in and lick from base to tip slowly

“Cyare..” He warns.. You don’t need to be told twice

You relax your jaw and take him in until he hits the back of your throat, adjusting to his size, you bob up and down a few times. Just as you’re placing your hands on the base of his cock to touch the parts of him your throat can’t reach he grips you tighter and thrusts into your mouth two times and cums instantly. And he keeps cumming and cumming all while chanting your name and how good you are for him and how he’s so lucky to have found you. And just like you said you would, you swallow everything he gives you sucking him completely dry.

He pulls you off him “fuck” he exhales and pulls you up into a kiss tasting himself on you which you both moan at.

He pulls back and rests his forehead on yours “I told you I wouldn’t last long” he says

“It’s ok, I’m sure you’ll last longer next time” and he hums in response.

You stay like this for a while in the comfortable silence, under the warm mist of the shower

“Ok, but put your helmet on. Please” you beg and pass it to him

He puts the helmet on and you stand to move in front of him, you try to ignore the big, naked, wet Mandalorian who you’re clearly in love with sitting in the tub waiting for you to touch him.

You think about the best way to do this and come to the conclusion that the best way forward is to get in the tub with him. So you start removing layers until you’re down to your undergarments. You move your hand behind you to undo your breast band and-

“Wait, don’t” he says. You look at him in shock and start to curl into yourself, he notices this straight away

“No! It’s not that I don’t want to see you, because I do, I mean, you’re beautiful, I just.. Please don’t, not right now, I’m too exposed” he almost yells at you

And you realise that Din is embarrassed, you wonder if he’s ever seen a naked woman before. You imagine every time he fucks someone it’s in the pitch black to protect his creed. You ponder his comment about being too exposed

“Do you want me to throw a towel over you?” You ask

“No, that’s not what I meant, and the water is getting cold” still unsure of what he meant, you get in the bath with him clothed and rest yourself on his knees facing him

“Is this ok?” You whisper

“Yes” he replies

You start with his neck, maker you love his neck, you’d love to know what it felt like against your lips as you ran your tongue up and down it whilst ridin- focus y/n!! You can’t be having thoughts like this, because right now, your Mandalorian needs you. Your Din needs you.

You move down his neck and start on his strong and sculpted chest littered with the scars of his past battles. You wonder if one day he’ll tell you the stories of how he got them all. You eye catches a particularly interesting one, crescent shaped where his neck and shoulder meets

“Palliduvan bit me” he says almost reading your mind.

“Kinky” you whisper

“Not really, we were both after the same bounty, she somehow managed to trip me, climbed on top of me and bit me”

“Din, what part of that is not kinky!?” You say with a laugh, moving back to start on his legs, you’ll come back to his stomach later

“I don’t really know what is and isn’t”

“You don’t have any preferences? Likes, dislikes?”

“I… no, I’ve never, so I don’t” he whispers embarrassed. So the Mandalorian is a virgin. Interesting.

“It’s ok, what did you mean when you said too exposed earlier?” You ask trying to deflect onto another topic trying to ease his embarrassment. Little did you know it had the opposite effect. You move back up to his stomach and start lathering him up, staying just above the water.

He doesn’t speak, you look directly into his visor

“Tell me, please” it’s a low blow with the please, you know Din never can resist when you say that to him, but you really are curious

He exhales. Here we go

“Cyar’ika, if you got naked with me in here, then I wouldn’t be able to control myself, not like that, just like, you know, I wouldn’t be able to control that and that would be too much” he spews out.

You’re even more confused

“Din, what? That made no sense”

He throws his head back

“What I’m trying to say is that if you took off your clothes, and I saw you naked, then I would get an erection, which is not appropriate, and disrespectful”

Din can be so adorable sometimes

You look him straight on, and slowly start moving your hands down his stomach, stopping just above where you can feel coarse hair

“I don’t think it would be disrespectful at all, in fact, I think it’s a compliment, but if you want me to stop, then I will” you whisper with confidence

After a brief pause he speaks.

“Don’t stop” and you lower your hand feeling him half hard already

Din throws his head back against the edge of the tub making the most delicious noises chasing your hand, then with a loud grunt he finishes. Well he did say he was a virgin.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, no! I didn’t mean to, fuck!” He blurts out breathless.

You shush him “it’s ok, do you feel better?”

“Yes, but you didn’t” he says trying to catch his breath

“It’s ok, it wasn’t about me”

This is it, this is how I go you think to yourself. What would Mando think when he found your cold lifeless body in the hanger, would he care that you died? He might care a bit. It’s hard to get a read on him sometimes, half the time you don’t know if you’re annoying him with your presence or if he actually wants you around. You start finding it hard to breathe from how much you’re shivering.

Fuck it. Theres no other option, or is there? Nope, there definitely is no other option. Mando is like his own space heater, he radiates heat even through all that beskar. But waking up a Mandalorian from his rest doesn’t sound like a good idea. To be honest, he petrifies you sometimes, not intentionally, but it’s just the way he is, so stoic all the time, it feels like he’s constantly watching you, which he’s clearly not, why would he? But this time, you have to man up and do it. It even hurts to get off the chair and make it down the ladder. Eventually when you get there you knock gently on the compartment door.

*knock knock* ‘Mando…. Nothing is wrong! So don’t worry, Grogu and I are safe” you manage to get out. You hear shuffling and a grumbled “Then why are you bothering me?” He sounds different, you realise it’s because he doesn’t have his helmet on! Of course he doesn’t, he doesn’t live in that thing, although you had your suspicions…

“I’m sorry, I’ll let you get back t-“

“What do you want?” He cuts you off.

“I.. I’m cold’

“Then get a blanket”

“Mando I have all of them”

“…Then grab one of my capes”

You whisper so quietly that you’re unsure he’ll even hear ‘I have that too”

Silence

“You’ll need body heat” he says. This was not the plan you had in mind, but he’s right, you had ALL the blankets in the ship, you need something nice and warm and firm and har- stop it. Your mind is wondering again.

The lights go out in the hull and you know he’s waiting for you. You press the button to open the compartment “drop the blankets” he says and you can feel his voice trembling down to your core.

“What side are you on?” You whisper “Your left”the replies.

You drop the blankets and hurriedly get under his, facing away from him.

“You’re shivering sweet girl” Theres that nickname again. You nod as he pulls you closer into his arms.

“It’s ok, just relax, I’ve got you” he says into your hair, calming you instantly.

Moments pass before he speaks again. “You should take your clothes off, I mean, take off what you’re comfortable with, like, down to your underwear, like me, so I can warm you properly” If you weren’t so damn cold and embarrassed you might’ve realised just how flustered the Mandalorian is getting.

You slowly start trying to remove your sleep top, but struggle, the feeling still hasn’t come back to your fingers, sensing your frustration, Mando places a warm hand on your hip and ever so slowly moves it under your shirt, undressing you carefully whilst turning you around to face him. He removes your top and you cling to him shivering as he rubs a warm hand up and down your back. You like this you think, as you still continue to shiver. “Your pants need to go” He says, you nod and make no move to remove them yourself. The hand that’s caressing your back moves slowly down your back and under the waistband your your sleep pants as he slowly starts to lower the fabric, using his feet to kick them the rest of the way off, “wrap your legs around me” he says as removes your leg to rest over his. His warm hand goes back to stroking up and down your back soothing you. You try as hard as you can not to think about what is pressing right up against your core currently.

Eventually, you stop shivering and start to relax. You snuggle up to his warm broad chest even closer and. Shit. Mando said ‘take your clothes off like me’ didn’t he? You shuffle around slowly trying to move back and he grabs you tight “please stop moving” he says. Yep, he’s definitely in his boxers and you definitely don’t have a bra on.

“Unless you’re uncomfortable?” He whispers?

“I’m comfortable” You lie. You’ve never been this close to anyone, let alone this close to anyone whilst half naked.

“I can feel your tension, we can stop, you’ve warmed up” he says as he starts to pull away, but you grab him tight.

“It’s just.. I’ve never been.. This is just..I..” You stutter

“Me too”

“Really!?” You blurt out “I mean, I didn’t mean that, ignore I said that” you plead, and you can sense how tense he is now,

“Mando I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel unco-“

“I’ve never been this close to anyone either” Oh, well that’s new information.

He continues “And I’ve never taken my helmet off in front of anyone else, you’re the first”

With Grogu fast asleep and the crest initiated in ground security protocols, you could technically go out for a drink in the nearby cantina while Din picks up some new pucks, right? Wrong.

“Hey pretty lady, mind if I buy you a drink?” This smarmy Twi asks you

“No thank you” you say as you turn to face the other way.

“Come on, one drink won’t hurt”

“It won’t hurt me, but it’ll sure as hell hurt you”

“What?’

“No, go away”

“Why not!?”

“Because my boyfriend won’t like it”

“Yeah and where is your boyfriend?” he says with a sneer

You move your head dramatically to the side signalling that your big, sexy Mandalorian is behind him.

The Twi turns around still laughing “Oh shit! Oh no, hey dude I don’t want any troub” Din grabs him by his lekku and drags him out the cantina. You hear the Twi screaming and then one distinct gunshot. Just when you think Din had gone too far, you hear the Twi screaming in excruciating pain. That’s better then killing him, right?

Din walks back inside and heads straight for you

“Are you ok Meshla?” His gloved hand caress your face.

“I’m fine tha-“ You get cut off by the Twi screaming outside

“Din, what did you do to him!?”

“Shot him in the dick” he says

“That’s a but dramatic don’t you think?”

“I showed him mercy by not killing him. He should be grateful” Another scream “come on, lets head back to our ship”

As you start to walk back you can sense that something is off, Din seems distant and more quiet than usual. You know he’s jealous, but it’s not fair to harbour on to this and bring it home.

As soon as you get into the ship Din heads for the ladder but you grab him and pull him into your bunk. Slowly stripping him of his beskar and boots in the process.

“Get in, I’m going to check on Grogu. I’ll be right back”

Grogu is sleeping soundly, just as you left him, you tuck his blanket around him a little tighter and crawl into your shared bunk with Din. His arms instantly wrap around you, and you rest your head on his chest.

After a moment of silence you speak.

‘Din what’s wrong? You’ve been off all night”

He stays silent, what a surprise

“You can’t get angry at every guy that wants to talk to me, and especially not with me”

“I’m not angry because of that” he says as he gently strokes your hair

You pause this time, letting him have his space to open up to you

“I just. I didn’t like how you called me your boyfriend earlier. I mean I am, and I’m so grateful to be, but, I just didn’t like you calling me that”

“Then what do you want me to call you?”

Another pause. Longer this time.

“Your riduur”

Without even thinking you say “Well Din, you’re going to have to marry me first”

“I intend to” he says with conviction”

“Cyare marry me, be my riduur, lets be bound to each other for longer than an eternity. You’re the only one for me, it’s only ever been you. I didn’t think I’d be able to have any of this, I didn’t think I could love someone the way I love you. I love you so much that it hurts me every moment we’re not together. You are my everything”

“Yes” you say with no hesitation. “Din, I’ve only ever been sure of two things in my life. 1, that Grogu is mine” He laughs, “ours, but go on”

“Ok ours” you laugh. “And that I’ve only ever wanted you and that I want to marry you. To be your wife, your riduur”

“Marry me now” He whispers

“What?”

“Marry me right now Cyare, we can say our vows to one another and we are bounded forever” Then he pauses. “Unless you want a big wedding, which we can do, I want whatever you want”

“Yes” you reply, still shocked at his words.

“Yes to what?” He asks

“Yes to marrying you right now, I don’t need a big fancy wedding, I just need you”

He nods and you both stand up facing one another holding hands

“We’ll say it in Mando’a first, then in basic”

“And that’s it?”

“Yes, then we’re bound”

He slowly starts.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde”

Your Mando’a is awful, but you try your best repeating everything word for word.

Then he starts in basic and you smile finally understanding what you were promising, and you happily repeat after him.

"We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors.”

You finish your vows, meaning every word of it and stare into his visor with the biggest smile.

“OK Cyare, I’m ready”

“Ready for what?” You ask confused

He places your hands on the sides of his helmet “ready for you to see my face, for you to see the real me”

You freeze.

“Din, I didn’t marry you because I wanted to see your face, I married you because I love you. You are my everything. Even if we go for however long without me seeng your face then I’m ok with that. I need you to know and understand this”

“What if you don’t like what you see?” He asks, and you can hear the vulnerability in his voice.

“If I looked different would you still love me? Would your feelings change in anyway?” You ask

“No. But it’s a bonus that you’re hot” he says and you can’t help but chuckle at that.

“My love we don’t have to do this now”

“We do, I want to” which has to be the most unconvincing thing Din has ever said to you. So you try a different tactic

“You know I basically know what you look like already, and let me tell you, it’s something”

“Seeing my body isn’t the same as seeing my face Cyare” he says exasperated.

“No, but, I know your skin colour, I know your hair colour, you’ve told me you have brown eyes, I’ve felt your face in my hands, on my body, between my thighs” Your move closer to him.

“I know you have a strong jaw, a talented tongue that loves being inside me, a prominent nose that likes to nudge my clit and if it’s not your nose, then its your pillowy lips sucking hard on my nipples, just how I like. I know you have facial hair, the burns all over my body can attest to that. I know what your voice sounds like without your vocoder, when I’m wearing a blindfold and am on top mercilessly riding you, pulling those delicious noises from deep within. Am I close?” You ask

“I’m ready. Really this time, let’s do it”

And he places your hands on the sides of his helmet again.

Your heart beats so loud that you’re sure he can hear it, you hear the latch open, and your slowly start to lift it off.

Something inside you makes you feel as nervous as he is, maybe more, which is ridiculous after that pep talk you just gave him. As you lift his helmet you see a strong jaw, with a light smattering of stubble, golden skin just like you’d predicted. Higher you lift and there is that talented mouth, that prominent nose and there it is. His eyes, his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, looking back at you with so much love.

“Hi Din” you say trying to hold back your tears.

“Hi Cyar’ika” he whispers

His thumb reaches up and wipes your tears away as he leans in for your first kiss as husband and wife. You pull back but he pulls you inn closer, his tongue making its way into your mouth, you can’t help but moan in satisfaction. You both pull back for air and you eyes instantly find his. So you start looking at him, really looking at him.

He starts to fidget “What is it? What do you see”

“Just one second” you whisper as you continue to get a really good look at him.

“Just had a thought” you say

“What?””

“My husband is hot, like really really hot, fuck”

‘Cyare, I think in this relationship you’re the hot one”

“That’s debatable. Now are you going to take your wife to bed and fuck her senseless or what?”

“I’m going to take my riduur to bed. But first I’m going to take my time, savouring every part of you I can touch, making you yearn for me. You will cum for me at least three times before I finally get to be inside you. You’re mine Cyar’ika, forever, and I’m going to remind you of that. I want your whole body to ache tomorrow because of me. I’m going to take my time and mark you. I want everyone that sees you and thinks they have a chance with you to know that you’re taken, that you’re mine and only mine. Do you want that Cyare? Do you want me to dominate you?”

You nod.

“Use your words"

He backs you into the wall and whispers

“Who do you belong to?”

“You”

“Say my name”

“Din Djarin”

You head up the ladder and walk to the cockpit doors but they don’t open. Why did he lock it?

“Din open up!” Silence

“Come on, let me in, I’m bored and annoying you right now is the only thing getting me through this heat”

You hear shuffling and, was that? Did you just hear a zipper? Is he really that hot that he started removing his clothes? Thinking nothing of it, you wait patiently and eventually the doors open. You sit in your usual space behind him.

“So-“

“Do you think what you’re wearing is appropriate?” He blurts out

You stay silent. He didn’t mean that of course.

But how could you know that what he really wanted to do was take his gloves off and run his bare hands up and down your soft legs, going higher and higher as he reaches the apex of your thighs. Then do the exact same thing with his tongue driving you crazy, just begging for him to use his tongue on your cunt and make you scream out his name in ecstasy. But no, how would you ever know that?

‘I’m wearing an old shirt? I even have shorts on, see?’ You raise your shirt showing your shorts meanwhile exposing your midriff to him. You hear him exhale sharply. Do you really repulse him that much?

Meanwhile all Din can think about is raising that shirt higher exposing your, what he assumes, no, what he knows are your perfect breasts and using his thumbs to roll your nipples as you grind on him in his pilots chair. Eventually using his mouth suck on them and even bite down ever so slightly making you squirm.

“I could be wearing something far more scandalous!’ You retort, angered by his words.

“Hardly” he mutters and turns back to face his controls.

Annoyed you stand up and go to your bunk, if he thinks this isn’t appropriate, then he’s got a shock coming to him.

You don’t speak to him the next day, occasionally taking Grogu into your room so Din doesn’t have the pleasure of spending time with him. Petty you know. You play games with him and intentionally make him laugh louder than usual to annoy Din and make him wish he was a part of all the fun. As soon as you put Grogu to bed you head to your bunk and dig out an old birthday gift. A deep red lingerie set with the matching silk robe. If you can even call it a robe. A friend gave it to you with the instructions ‘good luck’. You’ll be needing that luck more than ever now if you’re really going to be doing this. 

You wait until Din is down in the hull and you open the door to your bunk and try to stand as provocatively as possible. Naturally he doesn’t move even though he knows you’re standing right there.

“Hey Din?’ You say sweetly

“Yes” He doesn’t look at you

“What do you think about this?” He finally looks up and freezes. The usually stoic Mandalorian is even more stoic, who knew that was possible.

“Din, I asked you a question”

“Maker, you’re trying to kill me” he whispers, his vocoder barely picking it up

“Do you think this is more or less skimpy than the old shirt I was wearing yesterday? Because if you ask me” you lower your robe and spin slowly for him to have a great view of your ass “I would say that this is more scandalous than the old shirt and shorts” you say.

He doesn’t move.

You turn back to face him, robe forgotten on the floor and run your fingers down your neck to the swell of your breast fully staring him down.

“Are you going to comment on my clothes again?”

“No” he barely gets out

“Good. Sweet dreams Din”

“Sweet dreams” he barely gets out.

Eventually you remove his beskar leaving him in his plain black underclothes. “Remove your clothes” you glance down and notice his very prominent erection already starting to show.

“Did you hear what I said” he says louder and snaps you out of your thoughts.

“What?” you reply and he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him

“Oh that’s not good Cyar’ika. Not good at all. You need to pay attention to everything I say tonight or there will be punishments, and that’s twice you’ve ignored me, make it a third and you’ll see what happens”

“Sorry” you mutter

“Don’t apologise, just do better” he says as his lips graze against your sweet spot on your neck that he knows drives you insane.

He pauses.

Oh shit! You quickly start to remove your clothes

“Slower” he demands as he goes back to kissing up your neck

You take a deep breath and remove your boots, followed by your shirt and your pants, leaving you in your underwear and pause.

“I didn’t tell you to stop did I?”

You go to remove your bra band and hesitate. You realise that this will be the first time that he sees you with the lights on and you’re not blindfolded so you’re aware of your surroundings. You don’t know why you’re nervous, but suddenly you are. Din picks up on this and pulls away from you.

Realising what’s happening you blurt out

“I’m not ignoring you! I’m just.. I don’t know”

He nods. “Do you want to stop?”

“No” you instantly reply.

He nods again in understanding

“Then be good for me and remove your clothes” and he pulls back to get a better view of you

You remove your bra band, nipples instantly hardening as the cold air hits them.

Din reaches his hand out and you remove your panties and give them to him.

“Cyare, these are soaked, completely ruined. You want me that much?” He walks towards you forcing you to the bed

“Yes” you reply

“Then lie back for me. Hands above your head. Do not touch me. If you do then I will punish you. Understood”

“Yes” you whisper as you lie back and raise your arms above your head.

Din removes his shirt and starts crawling up your body finally giving you a searing hot kiss. Instantly your hands fly down to his head, and as soon as you touch him he pulls away.

You whine in protest

“That’s three”

Fuck

Just as you had him where you wanted him he moves down you body and waits for you to move your hands to their original position.

He starts by lifting your right leg and pushing it to the side, opening you up for him and giving him a great view of your soaking pussy. Being exposed like this is turning you on even more. He ever so gently starts moving his lips along your ankle, up to the inside of your knee and higher up to the apex of your thighs. Then stops and repeats the same thing on the other leg. You whine in protest and he starts to chuckle

“You were warned” he says. He has a point.

Just after he finishes his ministrations on both legs he starts again, but this time he lets his tongue poke out slightly. Same thing happens, he goes up the right leg, doesn’t stop where you want him too, then repeats the motion on the other leg. But this time his face hovers over your pussy and he blows right onto your clit.

You moan out his name and barely register that you’ve moved your hands, but you remember just in time and move them back.

“Good girl” he says, and with that, he licks one long and slow stripe up your centre, placing a kiss on your clit.

“Don’t cum until I say” he says into you, and the vibrations alone are heavenly. He uses his tongue ever so slowly, but he’s pulling the most noise out of you that you’ve ever heard yourself make. He’s got you so wound up that you could explode any second, but you can’t.

You look down and can see exactly what Din is doing to you, you can see his eyes closed in bliss and tongue moving in ways that makes you think he’s spelling his own name on your clit, marking you, branding you as his own.

Fuck. You cum.

Din not wanting to ruin your orgasm, speeds up his ministrations and he has you screaming his name out in pure bliss. Your hands automatically move to Din’s hair and tug and you feel him moan into you which prolongs your orgasm. As you start to come down from your high you think he might be mad, but when you look down you see him smiling up at you, lips glistening with your juices and you get lost in his beautiful brown eyes.

“Someone is eager tonight” he says

You wait until your breathing is back to normal

“I just.. I’ve never been able to watch you do that before, and that set me off”

“Yeah?” He says as he crawls up your body “You liked watching me eat your sweet pussy cyar’ika?” You always love it when Din talks dirty.

You nod as he kisses you, plunging his tongue into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself. He pulls back

“But you did ignore me when I said you weren’t allowed to cum, so you’ll have to be punished again”

“What!? But, don’t I get another 3 strikes?”

“No”

“Why not!?”

“My rules. Now hands”

And you return them to above your head once more

He moves down your body and kisses down the valley between your breast and you realise just how aching your nipples are. You start moving your upper body hoping he’ll get the hint and just touch your breasts. After he’s covered all your chest he starts at the side of your right breast and kisses, licks and nips his way right up to your nipple then stops short. To make things worse, he doesn’t change sides instantly, he works his way back down and methodically kisses every part of skin to get to your left breast. This Mandalorian is going to kill you.

“Diiinnnnnn” you whine. He ignores you.

You weren’t used to this. Din never teases you, always gives in to exactly what you want and when you want it and it was heavenly. This, was torture. Heavenly torture, but still torture. And by the grace of the maker he finally lets his tongue circle your nipple and you cry out, still careful not to touch him. It feels so good, unbelievably good, so good that you feel like you could. Shit, no, no, no, do not cum. Do. Not. Cum.

And this fucker conveniently moves his thigh right to your core and you instantly start humping his leg. Getting the friction that you so desperately need.

“Dinnnnn, please, please just let me cum, I can’t I just, I can’t, I need it, please” you ramble

And surprisingly he says with your nipple still in his mouth “then cum” and bites you hard.

You cum even harder than the last time.

You’re shaking and hyperventilating. “Shhhh Cyare, you’re doing so well for me, only one more to go before you can finally have my cock”

It takes a moment to register what he says, but you get there eventually

“Wait, one more what? Why can’t I have it now?”

“Did you forget? I told you that I would make you cum at least 3 times before I fucked you, I intend to keep that promise sweet girl”

“But Din, please? I can’t, I don’t think I can cum again, let alone twice!”

“You can, and you will” he says as he leaves the bed to remove the rest of his clothes, showing you how hard and leaking his cock is.

“Let me put it in my mouth” you beg

“No, tonight is about you”

“It’s your wedding night too Din”

“Maybe later” he says and runs his hands up and down your body, moving it down to your pussy

“You know I thought you were soaked earlier, but now you’re gushing” and he moves his right hand to your clit and starts to rub, while his left guides his cock around your cunt covering him in your juices. He takes his left hand and slowly starts to jerk himself off. The noises are so lewd, but oh so hot.

“Touch your nipples my love”

And you don’t need to be told twice, you can feel your orgasm approaching already, you don’t even know how Din is doing this. He moves his hand from your clit to your thigh

“Rub your pussy for me, let me see how you do it” he says and you freeze.

“Are you ignoring me again?”

“No!” Almost yell and your hand flies to your clit, ignoring any self conscious thoughts that were invading your mind.

You start to rub small circles in a slow but steady pace, noticing that Din slows his strokes on himself to match your movements. His eyes, fixated on your core.

You go to move your fingers down and he catches your wrist.

“No” he grunts.

He moves your fingers back up and he takes his index and middle fingers and puts them in your mouth. You lick them covering them in your saliva, not that he needed to do that, you’ve practically ruined the sheets. But you know Din has a thing for you doing that to him.

He inserts those two finger into your core and you almost leap off the bed from how good it feels. His right had that was stroking his cock moves to pin you down. You can’t help but notice how wet his hand is and realise he’s been leaking his pre cum all over himself.

“Din, baby, please, just let me touch you” you beg

“No, not until you cum one more time”

“So I can cum?” You ask

“Yes”

And with that his fingers speed up inside you and his thumb replaces your fingers and he always knows the exact pressure you need. Without warning he crooks his fingers up and hits your g spot and you fall apart all over again. Cumming all over his fingers, leaking down his wrist. You see stars and you’re pretty sure you blacked out. You don’t know how long it is until you return to being coherent again. But when you do, Din is looking at you hesitantly.

“What’s wrong love?” You ask with your noticeably horse voice

He leans over you, kissing you softly “you still want me to fuck you, or are you done for the night? Or do you want me to go slow?” He asks concerned

You will never get enough of this man. You look down at his cock, still painfully hard and leaking and know what you want straight away

“I want you to fuck me, don’t hold back, we have a safe word for a reason” and Din becomes serious again.

“On your hands and knees” and you instantly follow orders. Legs still shaking from those impressive three orgasms he’s just given you.

And finally, as though this is what you’ve been waiting for all your life, he finally enters you. Slow at first, making sure you’re used to his impressive size, then he starts to speed up. And then he starts pounding into you, really drilling into you but it still feels like he’s holding back

“More Din, please, I can handle it”

“Fuck” he utters and starts slamming into you at an ungodly pace, forcing you into the bed

“Yes Din yes, just like that, fuck yes, I’ve always wanted you to fuck me like this”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I used to touch myself in the fresher’ thinking of you like this, used to make myself cum replaying this in my head over and over”

“I’m the only one that gets to make you cum from now on, that’s an order, if I…. Fuck… If I catch you touching yourself without my orders then I’m going to punish you even worse than.. worse than I have tonight” His words start to falter as he’s getting close.

He pushes you down and flips you over so you’re on your back and he’s back inside you within seconds, still keeping that same pace going.

“You’re such a good girl for me cyar’ika, so fucking good” you insides clench when he calls you a good girl, obviously he notices

“Fuck, you like that? Like it when I call you a good girl? You like it when, fuck I’m so close”

“Me too Din, me too”

“Then cum, do it, cum on my cock, you first then me, just how it will always be”

He lifts your legs up higher so he’s now somehow reaching even deeper inside you and you start cumming again and you finally feel him cum inside you too. You feel his thick ropes of cum coat your insides and you’re in heaven. Instead of slowing down, Din just collapses on you and now it’s your turn to comfort him.

“You did so good Din, so so good for me, it was perfect, you’re perfect” you get out in barely a whisper.

Eventually he lifts his head up and kisses you once more

“So what would they say?” You eagerly ask

“You know.. the usual”

“Come on Din! Tell me, please?” You know that’ll get him to talk

“It’s things that shouldn’t be said in polite conversation” he argues

“Fuck polite and tell me!”

“Fine” he exhales “They would just say things like ‘oh Djarin’s probably never had his cock sucked, or he’s never felt pussy before”

You pause “Well they’re not wrong”

“Yes, but that’s not the point” he argues back.

“Come on, all their teasing can’t have just been about you being a virgin”

“It was, and they would say things that I’d never even heard of which made it worse”

“Things like?….”

“Things like ‘I bet he’s never even spooned before’ Like I know what the fuck being spooned is”

You pause

“Din, you know we’ve spooned, right?”

“What!? When!? How!?”

“Relax big guy, it’s not sexual, well it can be, but not really the way we’ve been doing it” You say with a sad twinge in your voice

“What is it?”

“You know when it gets cold on the ship and you hold me from behind, strictly for warmth purposes, well, that’s spooning”

He nods in agreement “You’re right, there’s nothing sexual about that” and your heart sinks at that comment, hoping he felt the same way about it as you did. Your favourite thing in the world is when Din holds you in his arms and you wake to still finding him clutching onto you for dear life.

The crest makes a beeping noise and Din rises to his feet “I have to go pull us out of hyperspace” and he leaves and you’re left alone knowing that you’re going to tell Din you’re cold tonight just to touch him again. Din is weird with his touch, he won’t touch you when you’re together, not even putting a hand on your shoulder as he walks by, its like he’ll do everything in his power to avoid touching you. But when you’re sleeping next to each other, his hands are all over you, not in that way of course, but still.

Not long after you go up and join Din in the cockpit, wondering if he’ll divulge anymore information tonight.

“Hey Din’

“No”

Well, I guess that’s all the information you’re getting from him tonight.

You stand up and stretch you legs coming to stand behind him

“So where are we?” You ask

“Just moving passed Bespin”

“Bespin!? Oh Din we have to go, they do the best cloud meringue cakes!” You say excitedly

Din is silent, did you do something wrong? You look down at him and notice that in your excitement you’ve placed your hands on his pauldrons.

“Oh shit sorry Din” you say as you lift your hands up but he grabs your wrists and slowly lowers them back to where they were “you were saying?” He says casually

“uhh… what was I saying?” You say flustered, why are you flustered!? You’re not even toughing his skin, hell you’re not even toughing him through his clothes! You’re touching him through his beskar

“Something about cake’ Din says

“Oh yeah, Bespin do the best cloud cakes, we have to go”

“No”

“Why not!?”

“It’s a waste of fuel and credits”

“Please?” There you were, using that word again, knowing he couldn’t say no to you

He exhales “ok” and starts the landing sequence.

“You’re sick”

“No I’m not” He argues back in an obviously stuffy way.

“You are, Grogu, go to your bed please, I don’t want you catching this” You set the child down and he runs out of the room.

“You shouldn’t be here too” He says

“Well someone has to look after you” You say with a smile, unsure if he can see you or not. You lift your hand and slowly move it in the direction of where his face is. You find his neck and he/s burning up, you slowly move your way up from his neck to his cheek, and if you weren’t mistaken, it almost felt like he leant into your touch. You feel the light stubble on his cheek as you move your way up to its final destination, his forehead. “Din, you’re burning up, let me get you something” You make your way up and his arm finds you again “I’ll one right back, I promise”

You leave the room and head to the kitchen, there you make him some broth, get him some fresh cool water, and you dampen a washcloth and head back. You stop at the door “Din do you think you could cover your face whilst I walk in? Knowing me I’ll trip over nothing in the dark”

You hear him chuckle, unsure to be offended or not. “You can come in” he says.

You turn the room light on slightly and make your way in, you have to stop yourself from giggling at the site in front of you. Your big bad Mandalorian is lying on an old dirty mattress with his blanket pulled up covering his face. You perch on the bed, much closer to him this time and face the wall again. “Ok, I’m not looking” you say, signalling that he can pull the blanket down.

You reach your arm out to touch him again, forgetting that you’re much closer to him this time. As you reach out you touch his big broad chest, unsure why, but even this has heat pooling between your legs. Just the thought of you on top of him, riding him till yo- Din’s hand grabbing yours snaps you out of your daze.

“You’re really hot” you blurt out

“I know” He replies instantly

“Temperature wise” You blurt out again

“I know” He replies again

You reach for the wet cloth to give yourself something to concentrate on and move it in the general area of where you think his forehead is, you poke him in the eye and a small “ow” escapes him, before he grabs your wrist and positions the cloth on his forehead whilst still clutching onto your hand. You hear him sigh in content. You unwillingly remove your hand from him and hand him the cup of broth you made.

“Drink this, it’ll make you feel better”

He reaches for cup and his hand brushes yours, if you knew any better you’d think he actually wanted to touch you. He takes a sip and you frown. “All of it. I can wait” He surprisingly obliges and drinks all the broth.

“Thank you” he says in a small voice. You take the cup and sure enough, his hand grazes yours again. You get up to leave and head to the door. “I will be checking on you, but I won’t look, I’ll just make sure you’re breathing and probably not overheating, so you can keep your helmet off. I promise I won’t see anything” you clarify.

“I know you won’t, I trust you” you nod and turn to leave.

“You know you don’t have to do this” he says in a small voice so low you barely hear him