It's Din

Summary: You don't know much about your employer even if you have been traveling with him from bounty to bounty for months. However it doesn't seem to stop you from developing a devastating crush on him meanwhile being completely clueless about the butterflies he is struggling with whenever you cast a smile at him. It is only until you got that extra "little" push in the form of one of the most dreaded poison ever: sex pollen. 

Your body is on fire.

The lukewarm water flows steadily down your skin, cascading and crashing onto the floor in a hypnotic rhythm. It must be over soon, the water should help to ease this need, this aching, annoying, frustrating need pulsing between your legs.

You steady your trembling hands by pressing them on the wall in front of you and focus on filling your lungs with the humid air then breathing it out through trembling lips.

The ventilation system must have already got rid of all the pollen that got into the Razor Crest when you landed on a field of those devilish flowers and even if you still got infected, it can't possibly be that serious. Mando seemed perfectly fine when you left him in the cockpit, after all.

"Let me in."

His voice is getting louder, more demanding and even more desperate as he is trying to lure you out of the freshener. You hear yourself asking for another minute before the banging noise stops, and you slowly drift back into the monotone sound of water splashing around you.

You only startle when the lights go off and the room plunges into complete darkness. You hear heavy, rapid footsteps approaching and then a husky, swift announcement before the door cracks open.

Your common sense is fogged with the madness that has been raging in your system but you are absolutely positive that there is no light coming from the hull either. Nowhere is a beam of light shining through a window, no hazard lamps blinking, nothing but complete darkness. Which can mean only two things: either you went blind or the main fuse has been switched off.

Before you can even register the reason why Mando would send the whole ship into blackness, you hear metal clanking and fabric rustling and then a heavy sigh above your head. "Move aside."

Everything happens so fast, you barely manage to press yourself up against one side of the cabin before Mando takes your place under the shower. He lets out a shaky exhale when the water touches his skin and you instantly realize how big of a trouble you just got yourself into. The scent of his heated body floods your nostrils, making you shiver harder against the wall. You want to lean into it, to feel more, to touch... Fuck. You need to touch yourself.

You know you're making a mistake when you decide to give in to the temptation but it's like a wall has emerged between your body and your mind, you are doomed to failure when it comes to self-control.

Trying to take as little space as possible you slide a hand between your thighs and Maker, it feels incredible!

Your folds are dripping and your clit is swollen, desperate for the attention it's been denied for so long. The hand you drape over your mouth is only enough to muffle your neediness as you are stroking yourself in a slow, steady rhythm but it can't hide the small noises coming from your throat.

Your companion is a little quieter than you but the shaky breaths he occasionally let's out makes you wonder if he's touching himself too. The thought itself sends a jolt of electricity through you and with the tremble that shakes your body you accidentally bump your ass into him. "I'm sorry," you say, almost voicelessly. "I can't, I'm—mmm... I'm so sorry."

"You h—uh, have to leave. Now, before it's too late."

He doesn't try to sound like he is threatening you but his voice holds a dangerous vibe that only turns you on even more. As if you got paralyzed, your body finds itself completely immobile when you want to move and stars! How much you want to move, to turn around and take advantage of the situation. It would be so easy to blame it all on the pollen afterwards. Easier than to admit your true feelings for the Mandalorian, only to get rejected on the spot. Because even if you consider yourself good at reading others, you are completely clueless when it comes to the Mandalorian.

And now you are completely still, unable to make yourself move, not when he's standing inches away from you, naked and probably just as aroused as you are.

"Please," you hear him say and your stomach drops at how shaky he sounds.

"Right," you agree reluctantly and muster all your willpower to take a step back when you trip over something and stumble backwards. The next thing you know you are held by two powerful arms. One wrapped around your rib cage, and another one gripping harshly into the flesh on your hips.

Shit, if you thought your body was on fire then now it feels like ice compared to his skin. His chest is flush against your back and his heart is drumming heavily inside it. He wasn't prepared for the sensation but after the gut-wrenching moment he quickly adjusts to the feeling and just wants to accept the inevitable, wants to welcome that feeling and embrace it, wants to dive into the experience of merging with your body but he wants you to want it too.

You gasp as the embrace gets tighter around you and you feel the thick, long proof of his arousal hard against the small of your back. "Fuck Mando, I need it... I know you need it too," you whine and squirm shamelessly with your naked ass in his lap. "It's just... fuck, I need it so fucking much."

He keeps your body tightly to his own while listening to your begging and growling his own frustration into your neck. "It's just the pollen that m—makes you say that. I can't take... take advantage."

He speaks with sense and reasons but he doesn't have control over his body. As if it has its own will, his hand moves and cups one of your breasts, wrapping long fingers around the soft swell and squeezing it in a gentle but strong grip.

He doesn't even flinch when he hears you whimper. Your body reacts to his touch in a way he has never experienced before.

"It's not just the—ah, not the pollen and you... know that. You must know that," you say, cupping his hand on your breast and trying to arch your back so you can lean into the touch.

It's been a week now since you got sick. You were stuck in bed, hanging by a thread between life and death. Mando took care of you, being at your side day and night. A small cough couldn't escape your throat unnoticed. Sometimes you woke up in the middle of the night with only a soft gasp and he would jump from his sleep to hush you, to cool your fever with a wet cloth, but sometimes...

Sometimes you woke up with a small shriek, rambling and tossing around under the sheets and he would stay on the floor motionless, pretending to be asleep. Those dreams were not nightmares. They were dreams about him. Wet, heated, erotic dreams.

He never mentioned those nights, of course, and you never felt obligated to raise the issue either, but... There is this hidden tension building and stretching between the two of you ever since, threatening to explode in any possible moment.

"I can't promise I'll be gentle, I'm afraid I'd—"

"I don't... want you to be gentle," you whine and hate how needy you sound but can't stop yourself from pushing his other hand from your hip until you feel his fingers slide between your folds.

The moan he lets out is ethereal. Long and deep and causes every cell in your body to become ten times more sensitive. Your pussy clenches around one, then two digits before he starts rubbing you up and down, smearing your slippery wetness over your clit in light, agonizingly unhurried circles.

"Mando, please," you beg, quivering from the delicious friction between your thighs and grateful for the darkness that hides your face, twisting in some indescribable pleasure. "I need y—, I need you t—uh..."

Your head falls back to his shoulder as his teeth scrape along your neck and your body tense up. Your orgasm comes so quickly, so unexpectedly, it takes you both by surprise. You cum with a long, shuddering moan then slump back against his chest, panting heavily, satisfied but still needing more.

You have no time to recover from your shock. He grabs you by your hips and a sharp gasp suddenly hitches in your throat as you get pushed against the wall. Not that you have any intention to resist but your body is more obedient to him than you would have imagined. Legs already parting, hips bucking upward to him for better access.

"Is it safe," he asks, gliding the tip of his cock along your slits, teasing your entrance but careful not to bury inside you.

"Yes," you assure him, impatiently rocking your hips to meet his slow, testing thrusts.

"You—you can't be pregna—uuh!"

His deep groan follows yours as you finally manage to nudge his head between your folds and get him where you need him the most. His hard, thick cock fills you completely and you feel a rush of painful pleasure exploding through your body.

He quickly retreats to almost coming all the way out but his self-control has already snapped and immediately, he slams back into you again.

"You have to... if you... j—just tell me t—uh... to stop," he breathes, fucking you ruthlessly against the damp, cold metal. As he has promised he is not gentle but the pain crumbles away into pleasure as you slowly adjust to his size.

The water is still pouring down on you, keeping you anchored to reality while you slowly slip into a daze of pure ecstasy. Everything is dull but the sheer euphoria that engulfs your senses. The sound of your wet cunt, your dried throat, his tight groans, the hot tears on your cheeks, the heavy air in your lungs, his powerful thrusts twisting your insides with the promise of another release. Your muscles flutter around his cock as your climax approaches when all of a sudden, he stops.

"M—Mando?"

"S—so warm, so f—uh, feels so warm," he mumbles softly, breathing hot air behind your ear and raising goosebumps along your neck. You try to move, to push yourself lower on his cock when you realize he is already cumming, squirting his load all inside your pussy.

"It's okay," you say, sighing out a long exhale. "We can... we can wait unt—" You gasp surprised when he starts moving again, still hard and greedy for more.

"Tell me... tell me to st—stop."

You're not sure if it's an offer or if he's begging you to put an end to it all. Although you're not sure either if he really could just stop if you asked him. His hands holding you so firmly you are afraid they are going to leave a lingering pain for days on your skin.

But you don't want it to be over, you want more, you want him to stay buried and keep rocking into you, to keep making you feel wanted, needed the way you need him too.

He hurts so good you almost faint when he grabs one of your thighs and hoists your leg from the floor, allowing him to go deeper with his thrusts.

"H—hold me, hold me—I..."

"Got you, I got you."

Your pussy clenches again, writhing your body with the sensation of your second orgasm and bringing him closer to his own. Toes barely touch the floor as he holds your entire weight in his arms, keeping your body flushed between the cold metal and his heated, wet skin as he is pumping his own release into your drenched pussy.

He pulls out and for the first time since he has buried himself inside you, you feel emptiness.

"Want me to stop now?" He sounds tired, but his cock feels hard and demanding against your butt. "You have to tell me."

The urge is still throbbing between your legs but you keep panting quietly in the darkness. You feel the hot cum oozing out of you, running down your thighs and without even realizing, you reach down to coat your fingers with it, then lick them clean with a hungry moan.

"Damn it, you have to... you have to tell me to stop if—"

"I can't... I can't f—uh, fucking stand." Your knees are trembling, even though they're barely holding any of your weight.

You hear a squeaking noise and the water stops. The darkness falls silent around you and for a moment you feel like you are falling. Mando takes a step back and your body seems to give up and let you collapse on the floor. Instead, you are scooped up in strong arms then get laid gently on the floor.

You still feel it, the unquenchable desire continuously humming in your body and when Mando wedges himself between your legs, you can't help but let out a shaky, relaxed chuckle.

He buries his head in your neck and finds your heated core again, wasting no time to push back inside you.

He remembers those nights. The memories are etched deep in his mind, hunting him every dreamless night ever since. He remembers how helpless he was, watching your weakened body fighting with the disease and not being able to save you from the misery. He remembers how scared he was that he would lose you forever, that you would die and leave him alone with a void in his heart, with an unconfessed emotion to slowly eat him away.

He remembers those nights. How could he forget? He remembers laying on the floor with his heart slamming out of its beskar cage, listening to the noises you made while trembling under the blankets, begging for him to touch you, to kiss you. He remembers the way you moaned his name. The only name you have for him. Mando.

"Din."

"What?"

"My name," he murmurs into your neck between slow thrusts. "It's Din."

"Din," you repeat quietly and feel him shiver against your body. What a perfect name for him. Simple and short and rolls effortlessly from your tongue. "Din," you try again, louder, curling your fingers through his damp curls. "I like it."

You keep him close, draping your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist as he keeps fucking you deep and hard into the wet floor. You are absolutely wrecked. Your mind keeps blacking out as you reach your high over and over again until you can't take any more.

He is still hard, you can feel it. His thrusts are getting slower, sloppier but he is still tirelessly rocking into you.

"I need... ugh, please I need to—uh... stop."

As if you have just spelled some kind of magic, his hips stiffen and then you are empty again.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes! Yes, I just... I don't think I can... I can cum any more."

He lets out a relieved sigh and lowers his head to your chest, letting his tired body relax and slump on top of yours. Now it's your turn to hold his weight and you don't mind it at all but he remains silent, making you wonder. "Are... you all right?"

"Yes," comes the simple answer and then there's silence again.

"I—I can use my... if... if you're still...I can—"

"No, I—" he cuts you off hastily, pushing himself back on his elbows. "I can't cum any more either."

Your bodies slowly find their peace in each other's arms as silence falls over the room again. No one moves a muscle, only your chests rise and fall with heavy breaths.

"Mando?" You finally break the silence and his heart quickens.

"Yes," he whispers softly, brushing his fingertips across your cheeks and framing your face in his hands. Silence begins to build again but before you could change your mind you muster up the courage and take a deep breath.

"Can I kiss you right now?"

Your cheeks instantly flare up with heat. He can't see you, you know that for sure but you feel like he is staring straight into your eyes. It's weird how nervous you get, asking for a kiss after just having him fuck you senseless on the floor but somehow kissing seems more intimate, as if you are pushing the limits of the Mandalorian code.

His forehead pressing against yours is what jolts you from your embarrassed state. Your head tilts back and you feel warmth first, then the touch of his lips upon yours.

His body shudders and goosebumps arise under your touch. It's a short kiss, light and soft but it's also very sweet and innocent.

Slowly, he eases his mouth away and hums as he presses it back again, more firmly but still so tenderly. You can't help but smile as he places kiss after kiss on your mouth, and you can feel his excitement grow with every one of them.

His hair curls around your fingers when you thread both your hands into his hair and try to deepen the kiss but he keeps pecking on your mouth as if...

Wait a minute.

"Am I... not doing it right," he asks, sensing your reluctance to continue what he believes is making out with him.

"N-no, no, you're... you're doing it sweet," you smile and your heart wants to burst with the affection you've been keeping locked deep in it. "Have you not... been kissed before?"

"I'm sorry," he chuckles dryly, arms trembling beneath him as the exhaustion and the thrill of his first kiss weights down on him at once. "No one touched my face since I was a boy."

Your chest tightens at his words. You want to grab him and pepper his face with kisses until there's not a single spot left untouched. Instead, you push him gently and sit up.

Your hands travel cautiously from his shoulders to his neck, fingertips brushing against a soft bristle as you reach his jaw but all of a sudden, your wrists get caught in his hands. Both your breaths hitch for a tense moment then he hums out a soft breath as he snuggles his head into the palm of your hands.

He melts into your touch and cradles you closer, wrapping his naked body around yours. His mouth stretches wider when he hears you whisper his name and you can't help but wonder if his smile is as big as it feels. He must have a wonderful smile.

When you kiss him again, it's unhurried and restrained. You take your time cherishing his lips with open mouthed kisses before you rub your tongue along them. He groans at the sensation and follows your lead, sticking out his tongue to taste yours.

Occasionally he stops to apologize when your teeth clash or your noses bump, or even when you pull away to catch your breath but he learns quickly. Gradually, he lets his instincts take him over and kisses you deep and passionately, molding his lips to yours with a childish hunger.

"You're shivering," he says, making you whine when he pulls away. You pout in protest which is clearly inefficient in a completely dark environment so you make sure your arms around his shoulders are tight enough to keep him close.

"I'm fine," you insist but he only grunts disapprovingly as he pulls you up to your feet and turns the shower on again. You are tired and cold and he will not let you be sick again.

The water feels nice and warm on your skin and getting back on your feet makes you quickly realize how weak and Maker, how dirty you really are. Your thighs are sticky and you feel cum gushes from your cunt and runs down your legs.

"Let's get us clean first so we can..." He trails off and you know what comes next.

"So we can go after that quarry you just got, the one with no chain code, right," you suggest, trying not to hiss as you are rubbing yourself clean. Stars, you are going to feel him for days, aren't you?

"I've already set the coordinates. We'll be on Arvala-7 in a few hours so we can..." he suddenly gets shy. "I-I was thinking we could... eat?"

"Oh." You frown, wrapping yourself into the towel you found hanging by the sink after handing one to him as well. "Um... yeah, I suppose we could."

You can't hide the disappointment in your tone and now you have a finger under your chin and a thumb running over your lips.

"And maybe..." he clears his throat, hoping he can come off as a little less eager than he actually is. "I can make the cot dark if you'd like to, you know... cuddle. Unless you need time or—"

"I would love that," you smile then broke out in a fit of giggles when you miss the target and instead of his mouth you kiss him right under his nose.

"Really," he laughs sweetly and fixes your mistake immediately, catching your lips between his.

You love how gently he holds you, how lovingly he hugs you to his chest. You love the tender kiss he presses on the top of your head and you love how his shoulders seem to relax when he hears you mumble against his chest.

"More than anything."