#side eyes my over 3200 drafts..........

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have Got to start using the queue again

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Bad Idea Right? - Daniel Ricciardo

pairing . . . daniel ricciado x reader )

genre . . . smut )

summary . . .it had been three months seen you had seen your ex boyfriend, you had done everything in your power to get over him, so why does it only take daniel to look your way before you’re putty in his hands once again )

song . . . bad idea right? - olivia rodrigo )

warning . . . smut, 18+ MINORS DNI, choking, rough sex, spitting in mouth, use of the words slut and whore, degradation, face slapping, dacryphilia, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, use of petnames, not proofread )

word count . . . 3200 words )

a/n . . .i'm still pretty new to writing smut so this probably isn't fantastic but i've had it sitting in my drafts half done since guts first came out so i just wanted to get it done )

Haven't heard from you in a couple of months  But I'm out right now and I'm all fucked up  And you're callin' my phone and you're all alone  And I'm sensing some undertone 

The second you saw him across the crowded club, you knew the months of progress and moving on would be for nothing. He looked better than ever, the tight white shirt he wore complemented his tan skin and made you press your thighs together. Daniel Ricciardo ended things with you 3 months ago because your relationship, though full of love, became extremely toxic; with the two of you constantly going through the vicious circle of arguing and then fucking to make up. It hurt to be without him as you truly believed the two of you were meant to be together but after months without him, you had finally started to believe that you could live without him; that was until you walked into a nightclub and found the Australian sat in the VIP section with two absolutely beautiful women sat either side of him.  

Suddenly you were the 22-year-old girl that met Daniel three years ago, immediately transfixed by him and willing to do anything for his attention. You knew he knew you were there, when Max saw you, he waved and called you over, but you just waved and gestured to the bar, telling him that you were getting a drink. Still living in a post-breakup world, you had gotten especially dressed up for tonight; hoping to find someone who would help you forget about the Formula 1 driver who still had a hold on your heart. You wore a lilac lace minidress that hugged your curves tightly, it was brought for you by Daniel, but you didn’t see the need to throw out a perfectly good dress just because of whose money purchased it. Point was, you looked hot as hell and you knew it too, so you didn’t mind going over to the table your ex sat at, only to talk to Max though of course.  

When he saw you walking over, he felt his mouth get dry and annoyingly, his trousers get tight. He had always loved you in that dress and now that he knew he couldn’t have you, you looked even better. He watched you talk to Max, laughing at all his jokes and batting your pretty little eyes at the Dutchman just like you used to at him. He also watched Max’s eyes watching you, he watched his friend practically eye-fuck his ex-girlfriend whilst he sat across from them. The girls sat next to him were now completely forgotten, all Daniel could focus on was you. When Max went up to the bar to get the next round, Daniel knew this was his chance; he scooted around the table until he was sat next to you and began to whisper in your ear.  

“He wants you, you know”  

You scoffed at your ex-boyfriend's words, you and Max may be flirting a little bit, but that’s all it was, not to mention that it was none of his business who wanted you anymore 

“Well maybe I want him to” You whispered back at him with a smirk, expecting that to knock him down a peg or two but instead you saw him smile back at you before taking a piece of paper out of his pocket and starting to write something down. 

“Yeah sure thing, but if you decide that you want to be fucked by someone who will actually make you cum tonight, heres my new address. I'll be waiting.” He told you before putting the piece of paper in your hands before getting up and walking away from you.  

And I pull up to your place on the second floor  And you're standing, smiling at the door  And I'm sure I've seen much hotter men  But I really can't remember when   

You held the piece of paper containing Daniel’s address in your palms as you paced back and forth outside the door to his apartment. You knew this was a bad idea, but you craved him so badly. You had slept with other people since your relationship ended but none of them compared to the way Daniel made you feel, and you didn’t realize just how badly touch starved you were until Daniel whispered those dirty words in your ear and you felt throbbing coming from between your legs. “Fuck it, it’s fine” You spoke aloud before finally knocking on the door. 

Daniel opened the door with a smirk painted on his face, he knew you would cave and follow him home. Seeing his face almost mocking you made you half want to turn around and walk home but half jump on him and let him fuck you senseless. Deciding on the latter, you walked past him into his home. Before you had a chance to say anything you were pressed up against the now closed front door with Daniel’s hand around your neck. 

“What a silly little whore you are, trying to fuck my best friend right in front of me, and in my favorite dress too” He tutted at you, smirking more when you kept quiet, unsure what to respond to the words he had spoken. 

“Do you really think he could fuck you like I can? Like anyone can fuck you like I can?” he asked you again, now starting to apply pressure to your throat with his fingers, you stayed quiet still saying nothing to the man in front of you. Suddenly you felt a sharp pain on your cheek, Daniel had slapped your face. 

“Answer me pretty girl” 

You could have cum right then and there; the issue with all of the sex you had been having post Daniel is that none of them knew how rough you liked it, and to finally have that feeling of a man stood in front of you getting ready to fuck you silly made your pussy quiver with anticipation. 

“No Danny, nobody can fuck me like you can” you responded, looking up to him through your long lashes, giving him the doe eyes that you know he was never able to resist.  

“You look so pretty babygirl” he spoke, bringing his hand away from your neck to your lips. He used his thumb to push your mouth open slightly, you opened it wider, knowing what he wanted. He spat in your mouth before using his hands to close your lips together again 

“Swallow” he ordered and you did without a second thought. You felt his hands move down your body, coming from your mouth, stopping briefly at your tits before they travelled down even further, eventually ending up between your legs. He pushed up your dress to your waist and sunk down to his knees.  

“Oh new panties sweetheart? Did one of your new fucktoys get you these?” 

“Maybe” you retorted at him, but before you could finish the word Daniel had ripped them off, literally 

ripped them off. He smirked at the sight of your glistening pussy, knowing that he had gotten you to the point of dripping without even touching you. He pushed his fingers through your folds, running his fingertips harshly across your clit before sinking two fingers straight into your core without giving you a second's warning. The involuntary squeal that left your lips only boosted Daniel’s ego, his smirk growing wider than you thought possible. The pleasure that you felt in the first ten seconds of him thrusting his tattooed fingers inside of you was greater than anything you had felt since the pair of you had broken up. Though just as quickly as he had started touching you, he stopped, leaving you a whimpering mess.  

“Such a slut aren’t you, so desperate for my dick” he taunted you, a low chuckle leaving his lips before he picked you up and threw you across his shoulders. 

“Ahh Danny what the fuck?” you asked, genuinely startled as he began to carry you to his bedroom, before throwing you down onto the bed.  

“Dress off” Daniel said, stood in front of where you laid, his eyes dark and focused on you. You thought about fighting him, to at least make it look like you’re not willing to give in to him too easily, to keep some pride; but the look he gave you sent shivers down your spine, you could feel the slickness building up between your thighs, you needed him, pride be damned. And if you thought Daniels eyes where dark and hungry before, it was nothing compared to the way he looked at you he towered over you on his bed. He looked like a man possessed when you slid off your dress, leaving you covered only by a black lace bralette that was swiftly removed by Daniel anyway. You opened your mouth to beg for him to touch you again, but you were swiftly cut off when his mouth crashed against yours, enveloping you in a earth-shatteringly good kiss that sent your mind swirling. The feeling of his lips against yours was one you would never grow tired of. The way his hands laced into your hair and his knee nudged your legs open made it hard for you to understand why you would ever willingly let this go.  

It was only when you started to grind yourself against his knee that he pulled his lips off of you. The way that he looked down at you as you cried out for him was sinful. His messy chocolate brown hair, his swollen lips turned up in smirk, his eyes usually so bright and happy now dark and stormy, full of lust. Every part of him turned you on more than any guy you had ever known. 

“Please Danny” your voice was horse; you were becoming desperate. 

“Please what Babygirl?” he spoke with a chuckle, he loved having you like this, like putty in his hands.  

“Make me feel good” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, not above trying any trick that would get too closer to cumming. 

Daniel didn’t say anything to your request though, instead he just began pressing kisses on your lips, before slowly bringing his kisses down past your neck and chest, getting closer and closer to the place where you ached for him the most. This process lasted only a few moments, but those teasing moments felt like hours and when his tongue finally found your pussy you honestly felt like you had died and gone to heaven. He licked strips up your slit, savoring the taste of you, the taste that he had missed so much. Your hands found his hair as his lips attached themselves to your clit, the curls wrapping around your fingers as they had done so many times before. The way he sucked at and nibbled your clit made you see stars and you soon felt your first orgasm start to build up, that familiar feeling in your stomach making itself known.  

“Ahh Danny I’m going to cum, please let me cum” you begged him, although if he said no, you weren’t sure you would be able to avoid it anyway.  

“Sure, Babygirl you can cum all over my tongue, do you think Max could make you cum this hard” His words annoyed you, bringing up Max at this point was not necessary but before you could complain to him, he picked up the pace of his tongue and you quickly found yourself reaching climax, a string of profanity falling from your lips as you did so. The sounds you were making were music to Daniel’s ears, sounds that he wished he could hear for the rest of his life. If Daniel’s ego wasn’t big enough already, the way he had you falling apart in just a few minutes made his pride swell. You could walk away from him, pretend that you’d moved on and don’t want him anymore; but it’s him who knows your body better than you do, it’s him who knows exactly how to give you what you need to make your knees weak.  

Once he had made you feel good, he turned his attention to himself. The way you tasted, the way you sounded; you were his kryptonite, and he was becoming so hard that it had started to become painful. His rock-hard dick straining against his jeans made your mouth water, it had been far too long since you had felt the sting of him splitting you in half, and you didn’t want to wait any longer; so, when you saw him reach for his belt you felt your pussy quiver with anticipation. 

“Are you going to let me fuck you baby?” he asked as he began to pull his jeans down, revealing his grey boxers, damp from the way his cock had been seeping with precum. His underwear didn’t last long as they were the next thing to be removed, his length red and angry with how hard it was, how desperate for your touch it was. It had only been three months since you had last had him, but in that time, you had somehow forgotten just how big he was; it made you nervous, but it also made you that much more desperate to have him inside of you.  

“Yes, Danny please fuck me” At your words of conformation, he roughly manhandles you to flip you onto your stomach. You prop yourself up on your hands and knees immediately on instinct; you knew how he liked to fuck you, and you also knew that if you did what he wants than you’re more likely to be allowed to cum around his dick.  

“You’re such a good girl aren’t you baby; you know just how I want you don’t you” His hands fall to your ass, groping it and massaging it; savoring every moment of having you spread out in front of you, for all he knew this could be the last time that he has you like this so he was damn well going take his time.  

“What’s the safe word sweet girl?” he asked you as he runs his hands across your body, wanting to feel all of you.  

“Mclaren, please Danny, just fuck me I need you so bad” 

Without warning he plunges two of his fingers deep inside of you, sending shockwaves of pleasure ringing throughout your body. He pumped them inside of you roughly and without care, the sting from just his fingers stretching your cunt out making your eyes water and you felt that oh so familiar feeling of another orgasm creeping up on you embarrassingly fast, however that was all taken away when Daniel abruptly pulls his fingers out of you, making you whine; feeling empty from the loss of contact. That emptiness didn’t last for long though, because just as soon as he took his fingers out of you, he slammed his cock into you.  

Your cries filled the air and tears began to fall from your eyes as Daniel picked up his pace, still slamming himself inside of you despite your discomfort. His hand reaches around to grab your neck, pulling you up flush against his chest so he can see your face as he continues to wreck you. 

“You look so pretty when you cry you know that, such a pretty little slut” as he speaks his hand finds your clit, rubbing it harshly. The pain starts to subside as you get used to having him inside of you again and it is quickly replaced by insane pleasure. The groans falling from the Australians lips sounds heavenly and you can feel your second orgasm quickly approaching.  

“Don’t you dare cum, not until I say you can” Danny tells you, letting go of your neck and gently pushing your head down to the pillow. He’s fucked you countless times, so he knows your body, he knows the way that your pussy starts to clench when you’re close, he knows that you’ll purposely not say anything to try and get away with cumming even when he’s told you not to. He is an expert in the subject of you, and that’s information that he’ll always keep, regardless of how long the two of you spend apart. He knows you more than anyone ever has, and anyone ever will.  

“Oh, fuck fucking fuck you feel so good babygirl, you’re so tight for me” he said through gritted teeth, still slamming into you with all of his might, drunk on the feeling of you clenching around him, your moans and cries spurring something on in him. He didn’t want to admit it even to himself, but he had missed you more than anything, he had missed the way you feel, the way you taste, the way you sound. Everything about you was perfect and, in that moment, he decided that he would never let you go again. The thought of another man getting to have you like this made him sick to his stomach, the thought of someone like Max getting to hear the whimpers you make when you’re being fucked, it was unbearable. 

It was getting harder and harder for you to hold off your orgasm, Daniel was fucking you like a man possessed and sooner or later you were going to cum whether you were allowed or not, and he knew that, of course he did.  

“I’m so so close Danny, please please let me cum” You were begging, shame and pride had gone out the window when you turned up at his door after three months. 

“Okay baby, cum. I’m close too, I’m going to fill you up, okay? This is my pussy, and mine only” Daniel just about spoke through gritted teeth. The second those words left his mouth though; you were over the edge. The feeling was overwhelming, you couldn’t remember the last time you came so hard. Tears spilt from your eyes as fireworks went off in your lower stomach and your legs began to tremble. 

The combination of the sound of your cries and the feeling of your pussy contract around him had Daniel not far behind you. His hands gripped your hair in a makeshift ponytail as he picked up the pace one last time, fucking you so hard that you genuinely thought he was going to split you in half; his groans getting louder and his breaths getting deeper and more sparce until he spilled out into you.  

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  The morning sun filters through the blinds, casting a warm glow on the tangled sheets, Memories of the night before float hazily in your mind and you catch sight of Daniel sleeping soundly next to you. Truth be told you don’t even remember falling asleep, you must have just crashed after such an intense orgasm. Reaching over to check your phone, you notice multiple messages from your best friend asking where the hell you got to last night. You quickly send a message saying that you were so tired you just went home to sleep, before putting your phone back onto the nightstand and cuddling back up to the man beside you.  

But you never said where or in whose sheets 

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Nowhere Else

Din Djarin/F!Reader E, 3200 words Warnings: Din Djarin is a stubborn mf, a bit of mutual pining that is quickly resolved, smut ofc, helmet comes off, magic mando fingers, unprotected sex (be safe out there), the usual. A/N: i’m baaaack kinda here’s something that’s been sitting in my drafts for a while waiting to be finished so idk if it’s actually any good. enjoy?

“You don’t have anywhere to go, do you.” It’s not a question - not really. Mando dips his helm a fraction as he says it in anticipation of the shake of your head.

It comes with a bitten lip and a downturned expression. Then it’s the eyes, staring up at him - big and round and helpless. The echo of a ghost of lives past, haunting him with vulnerability. 

And he is nothing if not a slave to vulnerability.

The Mandalorian drops his head and sighs, defeated as he knew he would be. 

“Come with me.”

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“You can dump your stuff over there.” He gestures to the bunk set into the bulkhead - cramped, uncomfortable, full of his things. You look at it like it’s a palace, thanking him more sincerely than he expects. He just grunts acknowledgment and ascends to the cockpit without a word.

He doesn’t even tell you to strap in, he figures you’ll sort yourself out - inasmuch as you’re a grown woman with two arms and legs to support yourself with. Which begs the question - why is he helping you?

He remembers the look you gave him in that alleyway back on the planet. So lost. He recognised that look and he wanted it to go away so badly that he did…this.

 And now it’s too late to take back. Like so many other things.

 That’s how it starts, and it seems so long ago now. You’ve been by his side in some capacity or other ever since, whether it was as a babysitter, liability, doctor, pain in the ass, mechanic, hunter, and even friend.

At some point, that last one snuck in there. Out of nowhere, late some planet’s night. Mando seated across from you in front of a fading campfire, watching you clean his rifle with the same care and diligence you show for every damn thing. Care and diligence he isn’t even capable of and could never hope to be.

He respects you, he realizes. And, later, he realizes that he likes you.

He isn’t sure when he realizes he wants to fuck you.

Maybe he’s always wanted to; maybe it’s always been there in the back of his mind like an open wound. Itching, niggling away at him: the shape of the column of your neck when you throw your head back to laugh; the accidental brush of his hand at the small of your back as you cross paths in the belly of the Crest; the sweep of your eyelashes as you drift to sleep curled up behind his shoulder in the cockpit.

It scares the hell out of him. Him, the kriffing Mandalorian. Scared.

Of you.

You begin to notice, because of course you do. You notice the way he flinches if you get too close where he wouldn’t have cared before; the way he keeps his helmet turned from you when he addresses you; the dismissive tone with which he speaks. 

You begin to wonder what you did wrong. 

You begin to wonder why he hates you.

You break one ship’s morning after you ascend the cockpit ladder to give him a mug of freshly-brewed kaf. Mando stays turned away from you, his helm unmoving, even though you know he heard your approach. He always does.

“Good morning,” you say with false cheer, and place the mug at his elbow. He grunts in acknowledgment, but doesn’t pick it up. Doesn’t lift his helm to his nose to sip without comment on the occasion, as if it had happened a thousand times before and would a thousand times again. None of that. Not now.

Now it’s like a brick wall. 

“For kark’s sake, Mando!” You lash out before even meaning to, knocking the mug to the ground with the frustrated fling of your hands. The ceramic shatters and spills steaming kaf onto the deck. You stand glaring down at Mando’s immoving, immovable shoulder, breathing hard with the effort not to keep yelling.

All this display gets you is a slow turn of his head - a tilt of his helm, as his visor takes in the mess on the deck, then ascends back up to your face as if to say - Really?

“Good morning to you, too,” he says dryly. As if he hasn’t spent days ignoring you. As if you just knocked over his kaf for no reason at all.

“Fucker,” you mutter as you turn your back to him and stomp towards the hatch. His hand is on your shoulder before you’ve registered the fact Mando moved, and suddenly he’s right there behind you. He spins you towards him, keeps hold of you by your upper arm - but gently, as if he can’t bear to touch you.

As if you burn him to be so close.

There’s something angry to the angle of his visor, in the set of his shoulders. He’s a head taller than you, but you’ve never found him scary. Intimidating, sure, but not directly terrifying. 

Until now.

“What’s wrong with you?” he demands, almost a growl, and the hand around your bicep tightens perceptibly.

“With me?” you echo faintly. The puzzle pieces are starting to fall into place in your head, but slowly - the picture’s blurred as if you need to squint to focus on it, and you’re almost afraid to. “What the kriff is wrong with you?”

“I-” he starts, then stops, and you hear the exasperated sigh even through the helmet. Then, to your astonishment, Mando reaches up, hooks a thumb underneath his chin and lifts it away.

The man beneath it is aggravated - handsome, in a darkly intent sort of way; he looks as if he wears that frown often. He pinches the bridge of his aquiline nose and squeezes his eyes shut in obvious exasperation. He drops his hand after a moment and fixes you with a stare darker than his visor.

“You’re a real pain in the ass, you know that?”

“What?” you manage faintly, unable to stop staring. Staring at his face.

The Mandalorian’s face.

You asked him twice why he wore the helmet all the time - once, he answered “Habit,” and nothing more; the next time he said “Duty,” and told you not to ask him again. You didn’t, and the days turned into weeks and months and he started to lift the rim of his helm just a little to drink his morning kaf around you, and you tried not to look.

But you’d always been curious. You wouldn’t be human otherwise. You wondered what lay beneath that expressionless silver shell - sometimes you would imagine something sinister, sometimes something soft. 

None of your imaginings measured up to this.

“Pain in the ass,” Mando repeats, the frown echoed by the inward draw of his lips. And then he kisses you.

It takes you a second to register in both your brain and your body. The latter reacts first - you grab him by the knot of his cloak, your grip white-knuckling as your mind finally processes the fact that the Mandalorian is kissing you.

He’s surprisingly good at it, too, for a man who never shows his face. His lips mold to yours and they’re so warm and he smells like cordite and ozone and some spice you’ve never smelled before. You inhale him deep as you press yourself to him, the hard angles of his armor intersecting the softer curves of your flesh.

Mando yanks you closer, hooking an arm around your back, pinning you to him. He knew this would happen, that if he got hold of you he would never want to let go. 

He’s spent his whole life letting go. 

He refuses to do it any longer.

Your mouth is velvet warm and inviting as he licks into it, moving on instincts ingrained in his bones, feelings he never knew he had guiding the sweep of his hand up your back, under your shirt. You shiver into him. 

When you break apart to breathe, you have a second to gasp - “Mando,” - but a second is all he gives you before he’s back on you, kissing you into silence. You don’t mind at all. What would you say, anyway? Besides ‘son’t stop’?

And Makers Above, you hope he doesn’t. His gloved hands are rough, insistent but addictive on your flesh, leaving you rubbed-raw and wanting. He kneads your breasts with long fingers and you thrust yourself into his palm as heat kindles between your legs.

You slide your tongue against his bottom lip, flick it against the edges of his teeth and yank on his cloak - a wordless demand. Mando breaks away from you, his mouth flushed beautifully, his eyes so dark the irises are almost black, indistinguishable from the wide expanse of his pupils.

Somehow, somewhere - in the shimmering pink, lust-drunk miasma of your brain - you find words. They sound stupid and croaky as soon as they leave you, but you hope they make your point.

“You grab me and kiss me like that, Mando, you better follow through.”

And that’s how you end up thrown over the Mandalorian’s shoulder - squealing as he picks you up like you’re as light as a sack of rations - and carries you down into the belly of the ship.

You slap his back, forgetting that under that cloak is Beskar, and regret it as your hand stings with the impact against the hard metal. “Mando!” you exclaim, but that’s all you get out before the world upends again and you find yourself flat on your back on his bunk with the bulkhead swimming above you.

“Din,” says his voice, not even slightly winded, although his words don’t make sense to you at first. “My name,” he continues as you push yourself up on your elbows to look at him, “Din Djarin.”

He looks abashed - ashamed, almost, standing at the foot of the bunk, rubbing at the back of his head and sending his dark, helmet-flat hair into unkempt ruffles. You ache to run your fingers through it. 

You sit up on your knees and shuffle over. He doesn’t move, but he stands there not quite looking at you as you move into his space. He doesn’t move, but he doesn’t flinch away either.

Your touch is experimental as you tuck your fingers into the front fold of his cloak. Mando - Din - stands immobile, still. Slowly, you unwind the heavy cloak, but the man does not seem any smaller as it falls away from his shoulders and pools at his feet. If anything, he feels broader, his mass unobscured by the folds of muted dark fabric.

His armor follows, and he starts to help you, finding latches and fasteners where your fingers don’t, helping you set it all aside carefully in the bunk’s alcove. 

And then, all at once, he stands before you. A Mandalorian - and in no uncertain terms, a man.

“Hey,” you say, eloquently. And Din smiles. Actually smiles - his mouth turns up at the corners and everything and you realize, beneath the scruff of his four-day beard, that he has dimples.

“Hey,” he says, and his voice strikes you - unfiltered but no less intense. It makes you unfurl and burn inside like incense, something in your chest igniting and curling away into smoking ash.

“Come here,” you say, and he does. It’s back to mouths, the hot slide of lips and tongue ever more demanding. He kisses the breath from your lungs and when he leaves your lips to trail his down your neck you gasp. You feel his grin against your collarbone.

Din pushes your shirt up, but he doesn’t pause to let you take it off. Just cups a breast in his wide palm and brings it to his mouth, his oh-so-talented mouth, and you realize all over again that it’s good for more than just smart-ass quips.

The tip of his tongue circles your areola as you finally bury your fingers in his hair. You arch to him and groan throatily and Din takes it as due encouragement to slip his free hand down your pants.

His fingers are talented, too - combing through the soft curls of your mound and coasting the hood of your clitoris before you even know what’s happening. Your jaw slackens and your hips arch; you tense from your cunt to your toes as his soft, naked fingertips trail your labia. Your escaping slick makes his touch glide, and when two of his fingers sink inside you and curl, it lights you up and breaks you apart like the shimmering dust between suns.

You clutch at his forearm - blessedly free of any deadly gauntlets - and feel the muscles there shift beneath your palms as he holds you in his. He begins finger-fucking you in deep, lazy strokes, pulling his digits back before filling you again in smooth, sweeping movements. All you can do is groan in his ear and shudder.

When his thumb finds that spot on your clit and he rubs circles into it your breathing stops for a moment as the simmering flame he stokes inside you blazes into a sudden, inescapable inferno. You lift your hips into the rolling wave of your orgasm and sob as you let it wash you away. All through it, Din holds you close, whispering soft, meaningless assurances into your hair.

No one has ever managed to make you come without even taking your pants off before, you reflect dazedly as he withdraws his hand from your waistband. You open your eyes to lazy slits, panting lightly as you watch Din examine his glistening fingertips with interest. You flush, embarrassed - and then flush elsewhere as you watch him bring his fingers to his lips and draw them slowly into his mouth.

He licks his fucking lips after withdrawing them, his voice a rumble against your chest. “How’s that for follow-through?”

“Fuck you,” you laugh, delirious and delighted. “Actually...no,” you reconsider, looping your heavy-feeling arms around his neck, aftershock abuzz in your veins, “Fuck me, Din Djarin.”

He goes still for a minute, looking into your eyes as if searching for the joke - but when he doesn’t find it he’s quick to get to work, hurriedly, hastily stripping you from the waist.

Your boots clatter somewhere against the opposite bulkhead and with a sudden whip of his hands, your pants are just gone. And then Mando is on you, kissing you with fumbling urgency as he plucks at the fastening of his own pants.

You bat his hand away and let him brace himself as you rip them open yourself. His cock is already weeping, red-desperate and aching. You ease his need with the circle of your hand, and you see the Mandalorian’s composure fail him for perhaps the first time ever as he shuts his eyes and moans as he thrusts forward into your grip.

“S- shit,” he mutters, and you feel a swell of pride mixed with renewed arousal as little noises you couldn’t have ever imagined escape his throat. You look up at him - at the cords standing out on his neck with the strain of his flexing jaw, his eyes shut tight against the pleasure as if it’s pain.

You need him closer to stop the ache in your chest. So you pull Din into the cradle of your legs, and without need for guidance he settles his length between your hand and inner thigh.

He’s big - no doubt about that. But the curiosity at how he’ll fit inside you outweighs the caution, and you find yourself nudging his length inward - as if by unspoken agreement, Din presses the head against the flood-slick dimple of your entrance and pushes forward..

Your head reels as you part slickly around him, as he squeezes just inside, splitting you inch by inch. You whine against his neck and reach out, bracing your hand against the bulkhead - his knee shifts as he plants a boot against the edge of the hatch and uses the leverage to grab your hips and pull you up onto him.

You gasp “Din,”  his newly-learned name recited like an age-old prayer, and his fingers spasm and dig into your flesh. He sinks in deeper, so slow you can’t stand it but you have no other choice. He lets go of you with one hand to press the flat of it against your inner thigh, lifting, spreading you open to make room for the weight and shift of his cock.

At last he’s in you to the base - and the close fit has your wet gathering in the coils cresting his groin. Din drops his forehead to the thin mattress by your shoulder, fighting the thunder of his heartbeat as it throbs in his cock. He won’t last long with the rippling squeeze of you so perfect around him like this.

Not for the first time, you surprise him, for instead of waiting for him to move, you hook your calves around his ass and roll your body up against him, insistent. He grunts his approval but presses down, pinning you in place with his hips, his cock. 

“Not so fast,” he murmurs in your ear, and the rasp of his voice sends shivers through you, from the root of him embedded in your cunt to the top of your scalp. He waits until you still, until you relax beneath him to move - you expected this to be quick and hard but instead it’s a long, slow slide that makes you whine and your breath hitch.

“Yeah,” he groans above you, almost done in by the sight of you arched and glistening with sweat at your temples and collarbone, “Just like that.” He braces himself for another achingly slow drag of his cock through you, sliding home, the grip of your pussy like a too-tight mold squeezing him in velvet heat. It’s almost all he can do to keep himself moving - his breath shudders in his throat when you grab his shoulders and pull him closer.

He finds your neck with his mouth and your pulse with his tongue, sucking a mark into the canvas of your skin. You coil his hair around your fingers and hold on, moving with him, panting whimpers into his ear.

It’s not long before that shaking heat rises in you again, making you clench around him, and it doesn’t escape you the way Din’s rhythm stutters - the way he holds his breath for just a moment - and it’s that, the effect you’re having on him more than anything else that does you in a second time.

You gasp his name mixed with a prayer or maybe his name is the prayer, tensing through your toes and thighs and stomach as the tension inside you winds to a singing point and snaps. You come like that, wrapped around him as he pistons into the willing, clenching grip of your body.

Din can’t help it; he buries himself deep one last time - unable to resist the heat swelling in his cock and the tightening of his balls. He holds there and throbs his release into you, grunting against the side of your neck. 

You bring him back to himself with your lips at his temple, your hands on his face. His face - he almost forgot - forgot all else but the feel of your body against and around his.

Now, softening, he pulls back his hips and slips out of you with a hiss, collapsing onto his side. The dimensions of the bunk, made for one, mean he’s pressed up against your side - nowhere else to go. 

It’s the first time he doesn’t mind, and the first time you don’t, either.

You never want to need anywhere else to go but here.

[tokikurp]

Animal Plushies

Summary- Before Semi could return home for the evening, he still needed to buy Ushijima something for Valentines. Something that wasn’t chocolate since he knew the wing spiker wasn’t much into sweets; and making dinner didn’t count either. Even if Ushijima himself counted it (especially if Semi made hayashi rice).

Pairing- Semi Eita x Ushijima Wakatoshi (UshiSemi)

AU- None

Word count- 1K

Don't ask me about the title because I don't even know ¯\_(ᐛ)_/¯

BUT HERE’S SOME USHISEMI FOR VALENTINES DAY 🎉 

Enjoy!

AO3

February 14th | Valentines Day | Late afternoon

Semi pushed open the doors to the library after a long day of doing research for his upcoming paper. Looking at his phone, where the clock was just now turning to 5pm. He groaned as he rubbed his tired eyes, he’d been in the library since lunch and now it was time for dinner. After a long day of doing research and starting the draft of his paper, he was more than ready for dinner and to sleep into the next century.

Except, sleep would have to wait because it was Valentine's Day and also his turn to make dinner tonight. He already had a few ideas of what he could make for dinner (like hayashi rice, curry or yakisoba, maybe even picking up some sushi). Maybe he could try and convince Ushijima to go out for dinner, but would that happen?

Probably not, but he was still going to try anyway.

But before Semi could return home for the evening, he still needed to buy Ushijima something for Valentines. Something that wasn’t chocolate since he knew the wing spiker wasn’t much into sweets; and making dinner didn’t count either. Even if Ushijima himself counted it (especially if Semi made hayashi rice).

‘Maybe I’ll find something on my way home.’ Semi thought as he started to head home, taking his time tonight to look at what the stores had on display. And hopefully he could find something for a good price, because being a college student on a budget sucked.

The streets were busy with last minute buyers rushing from store to store to find the perfect gift. Semi stopped and looked up at the sign of a bakery, a line out the door and wrapping around the building. People buying chocolate for their significant other, some looking nervous and checking their watches and phones at the time. They were obviously nervous about not making it in time to surprise their spouses.

“Should have gotten it earlier or I don’t know, make it yourself.” Semi mumbled to himself, continuing his way down the street. Again, thankfully Ushijima wasn’t into sweets and then again, if he’d give his boyfriend something sweet he would have made it himself, for it would feel more special that way.

And his Grandma had a REALLY good chocolate recipe.

Semi continued his way down the busy street and passed two more hectic bakeries when a display caught his attention. He stopped and looked at the display of plush animals holding hearts. They looked cute and the messages on the hearts were as well.

You make me jump for joy!

Hoo loves you? I do!

You make my heart sing!

“Hm. Cute.” Maybe he could get Ushijima one of these animals. Semi headed inside and found the store was busy, but nothing like outside. He spotted the animals and looked at each one, trying to find the perfect one for his beloved. He stopped when he caught sight of an ox and couldn’t help but chuckle. He did notice they had tons of animals, but wasn’t expecting to see an ox. He was going to settle for the cow, but maybe not anymore.

“Can I help you with something tonight, sir?” An employee came up and asked Semi.

“Uh yeah, I’m interested in the ox plush up there.” Semi responded, pointing up at the ox plush.

“Excellent choice!” The woman smiled, pulling out a notepad and wrote down the request. “Would you like a custom message on the heart?”

“It doesn’t come with it’s own message?”

“It does, but you can put your own custom message if you’d like.” She explained with a smile. “A lot of people do enjoy the animal puns, but a lot of them would just prefer a simple message that’s straight to the point.”

“I know at least two people who would appreciate those puns.” Semi comment, Tendou and Yamagata coming right to his mind. “Does a custom message cost extra?”

“It doesn’t.”

Thank goodness.

“Okay sounds good. Umm, ‘I love you’ will do. He’s a simple guy.” Semi responded as the women wrote the phrase down.

As he passed to go pay for the plush, Semi notice the cow and chuckled. It was cute, but the ox won him over (oh and look, there was an eagle as well). As he paid, the woman, the one who had written down his order, worked on message. To his surprise, the plush wasn’t as expensive as Semi had thought. He was expecting it to be 3200 yen or more, but it was actually just about 1000 yen.

“Surprised?” The store manager chuckled after seeing Semi’s reaction to the amount. “We have a sale going on for Valentine's Day and the plushies are originally 4800 yen, but we knocked them down to 1000 for this special day. So students like you could get your special someone something that isn’t chocolate.” The man smiled.

“And you’re a lifesaver.” Semi responded as the woman came up.

“All done!” She announced, placing the box on the counter and closing the top. “Happy Valentines Day!”

“Thank you! Happy Valentines to you too!” Semi thanked them with a wave and rushed to head home.

After what seemed like an hour of walking home, Semi finally returned to their shared apartment he calls home with Ushijima. As he was walking up the stairs, Semi made his decision on dinner and was already making a list in his head on what he needed to grab. But first, he wanted to give Ushijima his gift before heading to the store. He walked in and set the box down, before removing his shoes.

“I’m home!” Semi called out, placing his shoes next to Ushijima’s.

“Welcome back, Eita!” Ushijima greeted back. “I’m in the kitchen!”

Semi walked into the kitchen and was surprised when he saw Ushijima standing by the stove, making dinner. Raising an eyebrow, Semi put the box down before walking over to the wing spiker, wrapping his arms around him.

“I thought tonight was my turn to cook.” Semi smirked, well so much for making hayashi rice. Ushijima chuckled as he looked at Semi, placing a kiss on the top of his head.

“It is, but I wanted to make you dinner since you were at the library all afternoon. I imagined you’d be tired so I decided to make cook tonight.” Ushijima responded as Semi hummed in response, smelling dinner as it was being cooked.

“You’re right, I am tired, but I still would have made you dinner anyway. I was planning on making your favorite tonight.” Semi responded, pouting up at the wing spiker (who just kissed that pouty face away).

“You can make that tomorrow, but for tonight, we’re having katsudon.”

“Smells good, can’t wait to eat.” Semi smiled while placing a kiss on Ushijima’s cheek. “Oh, I stopped at a shop on the way home and got you your Valentine's Day gift. And it’s not chocolate, there was no way in hell I was going to stand in those lines.”

“Bakeries crazy?”

“Yes.”

“I noticed the ones near us were busy. But you didn’t have to get me anything, Eita. I have everything I want. And that includes you.” Ushijima said, flipping over the meat to cook on the other side.

“I know, but I still wanted to get you something. Plus I found a great deal!” Semi announced, tearing away from the wing spiker and going back to the box he had set down. Ushijima turned around to see what Semi bought him. Opening the box up, the setter pulled out the ox and held it up.

“Happy Valentines Day, Wakatoshi.” Semi grinned. Ushijima blinked, looking at the ox and the message on it that read, ‘I love you!'.

“Well, looks like we found the same shop because,” Ushijima started as he opened a cabinet and pulled out the same box Semi had on the floor. “I got you one too.”

The boyfriends stared at each other for a moment, before Semi laughed. “Oh my god, did you really?”

“I did.” Ushijima said as he opened the box and pulled out a fox, making Semi laugh again. His message read, 'The only setter I’ll ever need in my life!' and of course, volleyball was included somehow.  

“I mean hey, 1000 yen is a great deal.” Semi chuckled as the two exchanged their plushies. “We’ll need to find a good place to display them.”

“Maybe this’ll be the reason we finally order that bookshelf we’ve been meaning to order.” The wing spiker pointed out.

“Hmmm yeah probably. But I think,” The setter started, taking the ox from Ushijima and walking over to their coffee table, setting them down together. “I think the coffee table will be a good spot for now.”

Ushijima walked over and wrapped his arms around Semi, looking down at the two plushies together on the table. “I have to agree.”

Ushijima grabbed Semi’s chin and turned the setter’s head torwards him, placing a kiss on Semi’s lips. “Happy Valentine’ Days, Eita. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Semi smiled, kissing Ushijima back.