#virgin!din

he’s very worried you won’t like what you see. nobody’s ever looked at him post-puberty. he doesn’t know what passes for hot in the galaxy. he might be hideous, for all he knows - he certainly knows that you’re beautiful, but what if you don’t think he is?

he’s also very, very sensitive to touch. he may be a virgin but he’s, uh, well aware of what sleeping with you will do to him. he’s had to deal with that a time or two alone in his bunk after spending the day with you. he’s also heard enough crass talk in cantinas to fear that you’re not going to like a man with no experience who will 100% not be able to have the “stamina” that other guys brag about.

he’s worried you won’t be into waiting for him, whether that’s for marriage (my personal headcanon) or just until he’s good and ready. he knows you’re kind and patient and you love him, but you’re so gorgeous and you could have anybody you wanted. why would you want to wait for him? when you assure him you’ll wait as long as he wants, he’s absolutely sure that he’s never loved anybody like he loves you.

when he finally decides he’s ready, he’s so shy. he’s so shy. he’s been thinking about this ever since he first fell for you, and he wants to give you the time of your life. he wants to please you so badly. his hands are shaking a little and he’s thinking about every way he could do it wrong, every way he could mess things up.

you take his hands in yours and tell him you can take it slow, no rush. you tell him how excited you are to be with him, how much you love him. when he’s calmed down, he takes off his armor for you, starting with his gloves. you kiss his hands and tell him how lovely he is. he thinks he might die and go to heaven right then.

his helmet is last, and he asks you to take it off for him. you’re honored by the gesture of trust and gently ease it off, and his worry is so plain on his face, but he’s so beautiful. you tell him so, and his blush is bright pink on his cheeks. you kiss his face and he feels a little lightheaded.

it takes him a while to get comfortable. he’s still so nervous, and you’re so lovely, and every time you touch him feels like a jolt of electricity straight to his heart. he’s also embarrassed at how quickly he’s responded to your touch in other ways, but you tell him it’s flattering and it makes you feel lovely and desirable.

he does it on accident, but he kisses a certain spot on your neck that makes you moan a little, and if he thought he couldn’t get enough of you earlier, he’s ravenous for you now. it gives him a confidence boost when he keeps finding ways to make you moan like that, and soon he’s confident enough to do more.

he asks a lot of questions. he blushes and stumbles over his own words when he does, but he’s firm about it - tell him what you want. tell him how he can make you feel good. you gently correct him when he’s a little off course but lavish him with praise when he gets it right, and he’s a very quick study in what you like him to do.

when he makes you cum with his messy and sweet enthusiasm, he’s sure he’s died and gone to heaven. forget everything else - that’s the only thing he wants to do for the rest of his life. he wants to make you sound like that and look like that and move like that under him as often as he can.

when he cums, he’s almost mortified. he’s sure it was too quick - you didn’t cum again when he did, and he’s positive he’s done it wrong. he also thinks his moans are weird and ugly compared to yours, and his face is bright red. you kiss him to get him to stop apologizing - he’s babbling “sorry” over and over with these wonderful compliments thrown in, like “i’m sorry, you’re so beautiful, you felt so good, i’m sorry”.

you tell him there’s nothing to apologize for - you enjoyed it, and you love him, and you can’t wait to go again. you tell him how pretty he is when he cums, how beautiful his moans are, how confident it made you feel to make him cum. he blushes again but it’s a good blush this time, because he’s not embarrassed - he’s bashful and pleased and so in love with you, and he can’t believe he’s lucky enough to be with you.

he’s still a little shy when he asks you if you want to go again, and he kind of can’t believe how enthusiastic you are when you say yes. he’s more confident and sure now - you’ve been with him for his very first time and still want him in your bed, so he’s thinking he may not be as bad as he thought after all. he’s still very attentive and his cheeks stay pink with an endearing blush, but he tries some things you don’t specifically ask him for, and he loves it when you enjoy them. he lets his nervousness go and trusts in the rhythm of your bodies together, and he’s rarely misled by his instincts.