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Blood Of My Blood

The Mandalorian x Mandalorian Reader (pt.1)

Word Count: 2.6 k

Rating: Mild Violence

Warning: none this is fluff (for now)

“Based on my drawing of Mando having a Mandalorian gf, so expect many parts”

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The Mandalorian still didn't trust you.

You'd broken into his ship and attacked him in the middle of the night five months ago. He still remembers the feeling of the vibroblade against his neck, how the sudden sensation had jolted him awake where he slept in the crest, where he thought he was safe.

He knew that you had hesitated in that moment, because if you hadn't he wouldn't be alive now. When he thinks about that night, he can vividly remember the way your eyes looked down at him, removing the blade from his throat, backing away in the dark like a shadow blending into the hull of the crest.

He knew you, just as much as you knew him. Remembers seeing you back in the sewers of Nevarro. You looked different now of course, clad in a new set of armor, but he could never forget you, not back then and certainly not now. It took him longer than it took you to figure out who he was, you remembered his breathing, memorized it even. You couldn't mistake him for anyone else under a different helmet. He could change every aspect of his being and you wouldn't be able to forget Din Djarin.

You revealed to him in fragments how you'd broken the creed, and how you worked as a bounty hunter to earn a living now, not much different than him. With shame you looked at him in the dark, explaining how you where sent by the empire on commission to kill him and take the "asset."

"Why?" He asked, standing a fair distance away from you, while moving closer towards the child. "I needed the credits-" "That's not what I'm asking." He tilted his helmet up, using its contoured outlines to point at your own head. You knew what he was asking, and a part of you wished you could lie to him like you'd lied to everyone else with ease. But he always knew the truth. He could always tell when you where lying, and it's something you'd never be able to hide from him, no matter how hard you tried.

"A foundling," you paused, looking at the wrapped up green creature sleeping on a little orb, it's wrinkled face turning away from your voice. "Not much bigger than the asset, fell into a river and I jumped in after him, I took off my helmet before going into the water, and one of the others saw me do it." You inhaled sharply, shrugging like it didn't matter anymore. "I couldn't just let it die."

***

After that night you'd stayed. Said you'd help him with the foundling as a way to repay him for the previous night. Which he refused at first but quickly realized he wasn't getting any younger, and the child wasn't any safer with just him anymore. So he agreed and let you stay, for five months where you'd proven time and time again that you wouldn't betray his trust.

Yet he refused to let himself trust you.

No matter how close you'd hold the child to you during a battle, shielding him with your body, instead of worrying about your own safety. Or how you'd risked your own life for him several times, watching his back and reducing the amount of wounds he'd normally endure during fights. Mando couldn't trust you. Not even when you would patch him up when he did get injured, making sure he ate his rations during every meal, helping him fix the crest. He shouldn't trust you, but he slowly starts to.

At first it starts with the way you take care of the kid when he's away during a hunt. Then slowly he realizes his eyes linger on you when you cradle the child in your arms, letting him fall asleep there while you're barely able to stay on your feet. Sometimes he catches you singing to the kid when you think he's not listening, and he pretends he's unbothered when he walks in on you to listen closer. Sometimes the singing isn't singing, but rather you telling stories in Mando'a, about mythosaurs and strills.

Then he realizes he's stopped being cautious around you. Let's his guard down when he lets you leave with the kid into a particularly crowded town with a half hearted warning. He nearly breaks into a full sprint to meet you on the ramp of the crest when he realizes you do come back.

And then he realizes something else. In the moment it takes for you to tell him about the things you've bought in town, about how lucky it was to find decent fuel around these parts, he lets his mind chase a thought. It's something that's always been there. Something he tried to forget about years ago, when he would spend more time away on hunts than in Nevarro to avoid you. He realizes he likes you.

It was almost mockingly infuriating the effect you had on his body. Like for the first time in his life your eyes held a more binding effect on him than the beskar did. He'd experience these emotions in the past. Had almost given in to a few of them, those past and futile attempts for a quick distraction. But every time it would end the same and he'd use his creed as an excuse to run away. Like some sort of wildfire he was trying to outrun, afraid that if it caught up to him, it would eat him up and burn him alive, only leaving his armor behind in its tempest. But with you? he wanted to run straight towards it.

He doesn't remember when he first realized he had feelings for you, maybe they where always there, ever since you first approached him in the sewers back in the covert. And it's slowly starting to consume him from the inside out. He was always open with you, probably the only person he really let get close to him in the covert, up until he left. And now he hardly speaks to you.

He wondered what it was like for you. Not being able to stay in the creed that is. He wonders if seeing him walking around with the helmet on makes you feel remorseful somehow. And sometimes he catches you staring. Eyes trained on him the same way they where on that night. Like they're asking him if he's really still the same in there, under the beskar.

Then it's your turn to realize your feelings. You where never oblivious to the way Din only ever spoke to you when you where in Nevarro, and while it wasn't much it still somehow made you feel special. That for the first time you didn't blend into the background of his story and he gave you importance above the others. Never quite affectionate, instead it was something else, something that made it feel like he was ashamed for even considering being affectionate.

But now he was different. In a good way, for the better. You think it has something to do with the child. Maybe something happened that gave him a reason to care again, there's more color in his voice when he speaks now. It's no longer singular words punched out like a machine spiting back it's coded messages.

Things are fine the way they are now. You've built up mutual trust again and it seems like neither one of you refuses to break that. To ignore the evident attraction and instead replacing it with something to avoid unconformity. Things are fine the way they are. You're both simply aware of each other without having to say anything about your obvious feelings for one another. After all this is the way, this is how things are supposed to be between you, and not even you could change the way Din Djarin felt about the creed.

***

It was simple. The bounty was in Trandosha in the Mytaranor sector, when Mando had told you about needing help on this job you'd half assumed you where going to Kashyyyk. "It's unusual of you to ask me for help during one of your hunts," you paused strapping yourself in your armor and reloading all of your weapons. "It's unusual of you to ask me for help with anything really."

"I just need you to cover me." Truth is he knew how dangerous this bounty was, a rogue bounty hunter he saw twice in Nevarro. Carga never liked him for the ongoing rumor that he sold the bounty he supposedly "killed" as slaves to the empire, and Mando didn't like him because he knew he'd try to come for you and the kid the moment he left the crest. To simply put it he was paranoid and figured having you close as opposed to out of reach meant he wouldn't have to worry about the two of you being in danger.

Of course he didn't want to say that to you. Not only would you remind him just how capable you where with a blaster, but he'd also openly admit he cared about you just as much as he cared about the kid. He grabbed his rifle, and started walking down the ramp with you next to him and if he was any smarter he would have turned back and set a course someplace else. Someplace familiar. Far away from danger.

This was a thick jungle with humidity that fogged up his visor and crawled up inside his suit until it made him feel ten pounds heavier. Only a few miles away from the crest and he was already dreading the location almost as much as his initial idea of having you come along with the kid. "-then I fly up to one of the trees and cover you from the canopy," you trailed off, watching as Mando silently walked on what looked like autopilot through the jungle, practically dragging his feet. "Have you been listening to a word I've said?"

"Yes." If he was an inch closer you would have elbowed him. "Don't lie to me, you're bad at it you know." He huffed inside the helmet, a little breathy sound you'd learned was his way of laughing. "You're not yourself today, you're distracted." He looked at you from his peripheral, meeting the tinted visor on your helmet where he expected to see your eyes. Mando sometimes forgot you where like him, in moments like this when you wore the full armor and turned into the skilled mandalorian he knew you where. He could almost laugh at the mocking way the helmet looked at him, like it was telling him it stole you away.

"Are you worried?" He didn't even have to say it, you picked up on the subtle hint that he knew you where worried about him, but he still forced himself to ask. Like you hadn't seen him come back from a hunt with exhaustion he pretended wasn't there. "About you? No, I'm mostly worried about the kid running off to look for some strange bugs to eat." He gave you a small nod, like a part of him wanted to believe you really where worried about him, despite you knowing he could handle himself. He knew he didn't need you worrying about him, but in a way it's what reminded him he was still human.

"And of course you know I'm worried about-" the blast hit you in the chest so hard it sent you flying back into the ground. The ringing in your ears muted out something Mando was asking you as you struggled to refocus your vision. In a rushed move you kicked the child away behind one of the trees and pointed your blaster in the direction you felt the blast came from. You could feel the burning heat of the plasma lingering on your armor, and even when you tried steadying your breathing, Mando picked up on it.

"Take the kid and go back to the ship." You kept your eyes on the trees around you, everything covered in vines and moss that blended into an unhelpful blurred mess. If you where any smarter you would have gone back to the ship to keep the kid safe there, but you didn't want to leave Mando. "Seems like he's been following us since we arrived, he probably even knows where to find us, and if I go back he comes after the kid."

You hear a noise from behind you, and in the moment it took for you to see the figure coming out of the bushes Mando had moved you of the way, taking the blast on his back. You felt cold sweats rolling down your body when his body fell forward, limp and unmoving. You didn't have time to kneel down to check his pulse, only blocking his body with your own as you pointed the blaster at the man in front of you.

You lunged forward and he aimed a blast to your shoulder. Dodging the upcoming blasts you reached for his wrist to disarm him. He stood there, taking a knife out of his pocket while you grabbed two of your own. It took you a solid five minutes of struggling and two deep cuts on your shoulder before you stabbed the bounty through his hand and knocked him out with a kick to the head. Your muscles where on fire, the heat from the blood gushing out of your body was making your vision blurry, but that didn't matter. "Mando?"

You dragged your feet over to where Mando laid unconscious. Feeling for any sort of injury the blaster might have caused, where you found none. "Mando," you paused, reaching his neck to check for a pulse. "Din?" You felt the steady beat under your touch, saw the slow rise and fall of his chest as he slowly turned over, and you immediately relaxed. At least he wasn't dead. "Are you alright, you took quite the hit."

"You remembered my name." He slowly sat up, bringing his hand to his chest as he tried to fill his lungs with air again. "Maker, you get knocked out and that's what you're concerned about?" His helmet twitched to the side, and in the second it took for his arm to come up and pull the trigger You feel the blast graze against the side of your helmet. And realize he was aiming behind you. The body of the bounty dropped just next to you, the smoke of the blaster faintly leaving his dead body. "You didn't kill him?"

"You know what, that actually didn't cross my mind," You paused, standing up to look for the child. "I mean it's not like I was busy trying to save your ass or anything, honestly I should have just left you here on the floor." He groaned as he stood up, rolling his shoulders back with a hiss, as he straightened his back out. You started walking off, to hell with it, he could deal with carrying the bounty back to the ship as if you'd help him- "Thank you."

“You're," As far as 'thanks' went between you two the most you ever got out of him was, well, silence. And even that was better than the passive aggressive 'hmm' he'd let out when you helped him with anything. So hearing him verbally thank you shouldn't have been that big of a deal. It shouldn't have made your throat dry up and your hands feel sweaty. It shouldn't have made the "welcome." Come out so squeaky and muted under the helmet. But it did.

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fulcrumscum · 3 years

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Kairkiyc

The Mandalorian x Reader

Word Count: 5,907 k

Rating: Explicit

Warning: smut, porn with a little plot, okay it's a lot; overstimulation, multiple orgasm, edging, fingering, penetration, breeding kink, squirting but only if you squint, Mando has big cock syndrome

Based on the “Mommy Milkers Mando” post, I put way too much effort into this and it’s pure filth, read at your own risk, if you guys like it let me know and maybe I’ll turn it into a series lol

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You'd been traveling with Mando for over three months.

During that time, all of which you spent scrubbing the floor of the Razor Crest and fixing the antique back to working conditions, you'd grown accustomed to the presence of both the bounty hunter and the small green creature under his care. When you asked about it all Mando gave you for an explanation was that the "child" was a foundling and that it was under his care. As if that was good enough to answer your question. Before he was walking off to go on another hunt.

Most of the times he took the child with him, and on a few rare occasions, like today, he'd leave it behind with you. Mando said he'd be back in a few hours. But even the little green alien grew restless inside the confines of the cockpit the longer that time went by. Mando was never this late. In fact even when he came close to being late it was usually within minutes of his estimated arrival. But it had been six extra, long and dragged out hours, since he told you he'd be back. You knew it wasn't your place to question him, after all you where only the hired help, and Mando rarely told you much anyway.

Your job was to take care of the child and not interfere with the Mandalorian's job, it was as simple as that. "Maybe I should go look for him," Yet here you where worrying about him as if he needed you to. "Well?" You looked down at the child for some sign of an agreement, casting its massive eyes up at you expectantly. He opened his tiny mouth, yawning in exhaustion, seemingly worn out from keeping up with your constant chatter. You laughed quietly as he blinked tiredly at you, "Come on, little one. Let's get you to bed."

You where stressing out now. It's not like Mando hadn't gone on long hunts before, this wasn't something new after all, sometimes you'd even gone days without seeing him. But what distinguished this from the other times, was the fact that he'd usually tell you how long I'd take him to come back. You stood up, dusting off your pants to come up with a backup plan if Mando didn't return in the next twenty minutes. But almost as soon as you decided against the idea, figuring Mando could handle himself, the hatch of the ship opened and Mando strode in with the bounty blabbering about a bargain not far behind. "Please I can pay-"

The poor idiot didn't stand a chance, couldn't even finish his sentence before Mando was shoving him in carbonite. He didn't anticipate how long this would take him either, didn't expect the bounty to put up a surprisingly good fight. And despite him being done with the job, bounty frozen in carbonite, his shoulders where tense with something near frustration as you walked towards him. He seemed more wound up than he'd ever been in the short time you knew him, and something about that made you uneasy. "What happened?"

This close, the lights where giving you perfect visibility of his disheveled state. For starters his chest armor along with the shoulder pads where discarded on the floor, as he sat hunched over on one of the crates littered in the ships hull. The arm guards where still connected to his forearms, and the yellow gloves remained attached to each individual finger. But despite this being the most exposed you'd seen Mando, aside from the day you caught a glimpse of one of his wrist, this wasn't what struck out the most.

It was the state of the clothing beneath, which was nearly falling off his chest, like something had somehow melted off the fabric. There was practically more holes than there was fabric, patches of flesh peaking out through the wide openings which left him completely exposed. "Xenoboric acid, the beskar kept it off my skin for the most part." He answered you without you having to ask him first, and then you realized maybe you where ogling him too much, too intently that he took notice and snapped you out of your trance.

"Are you hurt?" He was quiet, like he had to think about it. As if he suddenly remembered that maybe he was hurt. "Not that bad," he reached behind him, where his cape usually covered the broad expanse of his shoulders. "It's all mostly on my back, and I can't reach back there." You should have crushed the thought before it grew in your head, spreading like a wildfire that burned on the tip of your tongue until the words came rushing out trying to escape. "Maybe I can help you, if you'd like."

He gave you a nod, sitting upright into what you assumed was a comfortable positing for him. You grabbed the nearby medpac and went around to see how bad the damage was, not sure if he even had a shirt covering him in the first place with how much the acid ate away. "Would you mind if I cut this off? It's only going to get in the way." He handed you his vibroblade in response, and with careful gentle tugs you managed to cut off the remaining fabric.

"Is it bad?" It really wasn't bad. The few minor burns looked mildly irritated, the skin barely flushed in reaction. But your sudden reaction of shock upon seeing how many scars he had could have been mistaken for a "shit this is bad" sign. You cleared your throat, grabbing the bacta spray and slowly covering the blotchy spots on his skin. "Not at all."

Maker his skin was nice. Despite the many scars, and the lingering bruises from previous hunts, you couldn't help but admire him. The strong muscles of his shoulders, the prominent back dimples, and the constellations of moles and freckles littered on his skin. You wanted to kiss every single one. Map out exactly where they where and trace them every single day so you wouldn't forget them. Your finger squeezed the spray a little too hard, and this seemed to catch Mando off guard because you could practically see the shiver as it ran down his spine.

"Sorry it's just," he paused, unsure if he should admit it to himself that he was enjoying this as much as you where. "It's been so long since I've had human contact." Somehow those where the wrong words to us, or maybe in a way it was the right one. Because it made you run your index finger across one of his scars, slowly trailing it down his spine , and then pausing before moving up to the dip between his shoulder blades. He sighed when your hand came to a stop on his shoulder, bringing his own gloved hand to rest on top of your fingers. "I was so worried you wouldn't come back this time."

He didn't push your hand away, or pull you closer, almost like he was reaching some unknown limit you didn't know about. For you this this wasn't new, by any means, because it was nothing explicitly out of the ordinary. But for Mando? This was too intimate, to close to what the creed said was wrong, and for the first time he wondered why exactly it was so wrong in the first place. Why he should push you away instead of considering that for a moment he shouldn't. "I know."

He wasn't blind, or oblivious to the shy glances you'd given him in the three months you'd spent together. How he'd notice the glint in your eyes when you saw him come back from a hunt. He wouldn't lie and say he hadn't thought of you either. Hadn't suppressed his feeling that had somehow rooted themselves since the moment he met you, Hadn't wished that the fingers currently trailing his skin where replaced with something else.

The grip on your hand tightened, and he didn't bother to notice how his arm was tugging you forward until you'd come around to face him. Slowly, like some sort of forbidden game, he pulled you into his lap, hands feeling for your warmth as they gripped your legs and touched anywhere they could. He wanted this, he wanted you. And it seemed you where both tired of pretending like you didn't.

You took the opportunity to kiss his neck, bitting lightly at the exposed patch of sensitive skin. While he worked on removing your pants, you let the back of one of your hands tease the front of his own and felt thrilled to find him hard and prominent against his zipper. A frustrated sound came from your throat when he began unbuttoning the front of your shirt. "Don't worry about undressing me. Stop wasting time and just fuck me already, I’ve waited long enough."

"Someone sounds eager," Mando replied, bending his knees to grind himself against the slit between your legs. "Were you really waiting for me this long? You could've just told me what you wanted sooner." You gasped at his actions. "I thought I dropped enough hints," you said voice shaking as you let out a sigh, stretching further across his lap when one of Mando's hands snuck inside you shirt to rub and pinch one of your nipples.

You'd barely just begun, but you where already terribly aroused, face flushed with excitement, the skin at the back of your neck shimmering with a fine layer of sweat. You already told him what he wanted to hear, but this was something different and new to you both, crackling with tension, ripe with desire. You didn't just want him. You needed him, hungered for him in a way that only Mando could satisfy.

There wasn't really a need for him to give shape to the words that you where thinking, but he leaned in close to your ear anyway, whispering his answer through modulated beskar on your skin. "You mean the look you always gave me, like you might die if I didn't give you my cock. Is that it?" He ran his gloved fingers up the front of your panties just to watch the way your face twisted as you fought to withhold a most immodest expression.

"...I couldn't ask you, every time I wanted to bring it up I just couldn't, which just made me want to hold you down in one place, for you to hold me down, to fuck– I don't know." You bit down on your bottom lip and leaned back, presenting yourself to the bounty hunter, tits spilling out of your shirt slick with sweat and flushed pink. "I didn't have anything else to do so it was all I could think about."

"I desperately wanted you and yet I never brought myself to make a move." You flexed your thighs anxiously, unconsciously even, as you waited for Mando to touch you, to do something. Under your hand, he felt so hard that you knew it must have been getting uncomfortable to stay trapped in his clothes. It took Mando a lot of fortitude to keep himself from carelessly tearing the rest of his clothes off himself, the things you said bringing life to something dangerously primal in him.

"Please" you didn't care about sounding needy, rolling your head against your own shoulder, head thrown back, looking up at Mando with lust clouded eyes. "I'm so wet right now, I feel like I might come if you so much as put your hands on me again. You'll take responsibility for this, won't you? It's your fault, after all for making me wait this long."

Mando swallowed, watching your arousal drip down your thighs. To test you, he ran his thumb up your thigh and nearly groaned when you shivered, your body jerking in response. The way you stiffened, it looked like you really where trying to keep yourself from coming. And Mando didn't want you to come before he even gave you what you really wanted, so he immediately went to work on his own pants and pushed them down just enough to free his cock. "Mando I don't care if it hurts, just please, hurry."

"I do, though," Mando said. He wasn't the type who liked to toot his own horn, but fitting his cock in you would be a physical impossibility without lubrication and the proper preparation. You wouldn't be the only one he would be hurting if he tried to slam the unlubricated girth of it in you all at once. Thankfully, you took him seriously, relaxing on his lap momentarily.

He put his hands on the backs of your knees to get you to stay where you where. With your legs pushed apart, Mando found it easy to slide in his first finger. You made a sound in the back of your throat and your thighs clamped together so suddenly that you might've fallen off his lap had Mando not grabbed you with his other hand. "What's wrong?" he asked, stroking your hip.

"I was serious when I said I might come. Don't do more than you have to."

Gently, he nudged your legs apart again and added a second finger, pushing them in slowly to open you up. After he withdrew them, he added a third for good measure. Two may have been enough, but a third never hurt when he knew that his cock would pose a much greater strain on your body.

As he moved his wrist and curled his fingers as much as he could inside your incredible tightness, you reached down and squeezed your fingers around the base of his cock. The buckles on his loosened belt jingled as his shoulders tensed in arousal at the sudden contact. "Please," you muttered, dipping your head low enough to press you forehead against his collarbone.

When Mando removed his fingers, the sigh that you gave sounded like one of relief. Mando moved back for a few seconds to appreciate the sight before him. The position you where in wouldn't require much adjustment. He could just lift you up a little, and it would perfectly line his cock up to your entrance. So he did just that. Grabbing you by your waist, he lifted you up slightly and pulled you back down, lifting your hips upward to provide Mando with a sufficient angle. You sighed in response and wiggled your hips, glancing up at his visor with an irresistibly needy look.

He stopped to remove his gloves, while you continued to watch as Mando took himself in his hand and applied some of the slick arousal between your legs on his fingers like lubricant to his cock. He stroked it, covering himself thoroughly, then pulled his hand away to hold your waist, and readied himself at your entrance. Nudging his cock against your slick entrance, he applied some light pressure and continued to move his hips forward slowly until your body relaxed enough to allow the head to slip inside.

A hiss escaped from between his clenched teeth as he slowly sunk deeper inside and you kept watching. You didn't quite get a good look at it but you where almost certain Mando wasn't even halfway in, somehow, everything was proportionally bigger all of a sudden. He pulled back, feeling the tight pull of your body around every inch of his cock. Then he pushed back in again, going all the way to the base, when he heard you give a surprised yelp and-

"Did you come already?" Your entire back stiffened, but Mando could feel it, the intense pulsations around his cock, felt the backs of your thighs quivering against his own. You buried your head down, refusing to answer, but when Mando reached down and put his fingers around you clit, there was no mistaking it. "And you're still this wet."

Your nails dug into his shoulders burying your face in the crook of his neck to hide his embarrassment. "I told you," you said, sounding muffled. "I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold on." That made him wonder, though. Your arousal didn't seem to be waning in the least, so he wondered if he could assume that you wanted more. "Is it alright if I keep going? You feel even tighter than before, but I'm definitely willing to give you more if that's what you want."

"I won't do anything to stop you," you said, loud enough to catch Mando's attention. "Keep going 'til you're satisfied." Now that he had your expressed permission, he wasn't going to hold back. But as Mando told you, your felt even tighter after you came, your muscles all clenching down around him to hold him inside. It took him a few awkward thrusts before you started to loosen up again, to relax around him, but then it was just right.

It felt incredible inside of you. He already got some of your cum on his hand, so he reached down and lightly massaged his slick fingers back and forth around your clit in slow circular motions. You couldn't help the moan that left you and when you pushed back to meet one of his thrusts, Mando felt his cock twitch inside you.

"You're really raring to go," he said, appreciating the bundle of nerves shiver your entrance with firm, smooth strokes of his fingers. You moved in response meeting another one of his thrusts, taking him so deep that your thighs met snugly with Mando's own. Every thrust drew a pleased sigh from you and his breath seemed to hitch whenever he angled his thrusts upward. With how tight you where, it was a bit difficult to angle himself without moving you around too much, but his width seemed to make up for it. It was like every push drove his cock over your sweet spot in the position he held you in his lap.

You had assumed most of the control. Even though Mando was the one holding your waist, you where the one doing most of the work, pressing yourself down against his cock to drive his shallow thrusts deeper. Your pace was slow, pleasurable, but once Mando realized the effect he was having on you, he wanted to see how much you would be able to take.

Mando put both hands on you waist and pressed in hard, eliciting a bright gasp from your parted lips. "There?" he asked, repeating the motion, receiving the same reaction. You panted hard and stretched your arms out to grasp the sides of his thighs. Mando pulled your hips up a little higher, lifting your feet right off the floor so that he could take full control.

"M-more," you gasped, voice breaking. You cleared your throat and tried again. "Please... Mando. Harder. Give me more."

Mando could tell that he was nearing his own limits already, yet it looked far from over for you. After another few well-timed jabs of his cock, he felt your walls squeezing around him again, threatening to draw his orgasm from him as you endured your second. When the pressure surrounding him became almost too much to take, he pulled out. He made sure to keep his hands on your waist to keep you from falling as he shivered through his climax and gently helped you move to the floor so that you could lay more comfortably on your back without any support. As he turned your over, he caught a glimpse of the mess he made on your thighs, his own cum dribbling down obscenely to your entrance and felt his breath catch and his cock respond with interest as well.

When the shaking in your thighs subsided, you took a deep breath and lifted a hand to push the sweat from your forehead. You looked down your body at Mando, cheeks flushed a passionate red, and your eyes slowly traveled down his body; from his helmet, over his heaving chest, down to his cock that still jutted attentively.

You eyed it thoughtfully, then started to impatiently tug at your shirt. Mando chuckled softly, amused by your fruitless struggling, and decided to help you. The shirt was quickly pulled off and discarded into the hull of the crest, along with the rest of your clothes. When that all was removed, you laid back languidly and parted your legs wider for him, lifting your knees up with your hands. Your arousal had finally begun to subside but you stroked your fingers over your own entrance gently, sighing when you touched the too-sensitive spot where Mando had stretched you open. "Go on," you said with a slight tilt of your head.

"You really want more?" Mando asked. His cock begged him to shut up and not question your decision. You curled one of your fingers, beckoning him closer seductively. He couldn't argue with that, his cock hard again in an instant while he dropped down to his knees. Mando returned to his place between your legs and positioned himself, then slowly pushed inside as he sunk down into your embrace.

Mando did a good job of pretending to be relaxed, but he could feel the desperation in your embrace. You clung to him with your arms thrown loosely around his neck, as Mando wrapped his own around your waist, his arm guards digging into your skin. Your legs slid easily around his waist with the way you where laying on your back, and even though it probably wasn't the most comfortable of places for you to lay, it was extremely easy for Mando to thrust into you from there.

The additional lubricant from both of your cum mixed together was exactly what he needed. Perhaps it was the lube, perhaps it was just your body becoming more accommodating – whatever it was, he found it a lot easier to piston his hips, encountering no resistance from within. You wrapped your legs around his waist more tightly, holding him against you in a way that kept his thrusts short. Despite the fact you already came twice, it wasn't too long before you where close again, your breathing having gone ragged long before then. Mando glanced down and had to still himself for a moment, worried that he would come on the spot when he saw the look on your face.

You weren't even trying to hide how good it felt anymore. Your pleasure was on open display; face red all over, eyelids half-closed, your lower lip held between your teeth as you moaned softly whenever Mando grazed that spot inside your with the head of his cock. You must've realized what an irreparable mess you where because you didn't even look away when you noticed Mando looking at you. Any slight touch to his skin made you shiver, so it seemed that he may have already gone beyond his limit, but Mando was curious just how long you intended to keep going.

One thing was for sure, though. Mando wasn't going to be able to last – not when he had you underneath him, looking like you needed his cock more than anything else in the galaxy. "I'm close," he warned, planting his hands on you shoulder, pushing lightly to try and separate you. "Shit, if you don't let go of me, I'm going to come inside of you."

You didn't seem concerned. "Coming inside feels good though, doesn't it?" You took a breath through your nose and your nostrils flared as a devilish grin stretched across your lips. "I know you want to."

With your legs locked around his waist, he didn't have much choice. Mando was definitely strong enough to pry you off if he really tried – if he really wanted to – but his body had other plans. You dug your nails into his shoulders and pulled him down to press your heaving chest against his own, and any noises he made were muffled inside the helmet. You gave a few very nice rolls of your hips that caught Mando off guard and managed to pull his climax from him. He felt your heels pressing into the small of his back to keep him in as far as he could go, felt you quivering under him as he released deep, deep inside of you.

"M-Mando," you whimpered, your body trembling as Mando tried to extract himself from your strong grip. After he was able to push your knees back so he could straighten up, he looked down and noticed an amount of clear fluid pooling in between your legs, a bit of it still dripping down the side of your thighs. "Did you...?" he asked.

You pushed a hand through your hair and looked aside. "N-no... I didn't come, if that's what you're asking. I mean – I don't think this counts, does it?" You asked, running fingers on the damp skin on your legs. "It felt like you were pushing it out of me every time you stuck your dick in me. Look at this." He managed to removed the armor on his forearms, bringing his hands up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "If I'm not mistaken, it looks to me like your body's asking for more."

You looked up at him from under your lowered lids with interest, but still seemed skeptical. "You aren't even hard anymore, how much longer can you keep this up," You knew Mando was somewhat on the older side, and yet somehow you didn't expect this amount of stamina to come from someone like him. "Not a problem. I already got you nice and wet, didn't I?" He could tell that you had something else to say, but your words stopped in your throat when Mando plunged two of his fingers back into your slick hole. "Hm? Were you going to say something?"

One of your hands shot down to squeeze Mando's wrist in an attempt to desperately ward off your orgasm. Your mouth moved as if to form words, only to make soundless little protest, seemingly more concerned about avoiding your climax more than anything else.

"Does it feel that good?" Mando asked, angling his wrist, rubbing his fingers firmly inside of you. You let your head fall back against the floor and whined, but still refused to answer. It was obvious what the answer was anyway. It felt so good that you never wanted it to end. As Mando watched his own cum come dripping from your abused entrance he wondered how much more you could take.

"How about a third?" he asked, slipping his fingers from you for a second to join them with another a second later. Immediately, you constricted around him tightly and cried out, finally using your voice to beg Mando to slow down. He could have, really he should have, but the slick combination of his cum and mixed with your juices made it too easy to slide his fingers in and out of you. "Two fingers aren't enough to satisfy you anymore, are they?" He turned his wrist and when he attempted to spread his three fingers apart, your knees shook, like you might try to run away from the unavoidable pleasure.

Mando put his free hand on your waist to hold you down and pushed his fingers inside roughly, as deeply as he could send them. You tried, really you did try to keep yourself from coming, but it was too much for you to control. This time, your third was a lot less powerful than the others and much less potent with only a small amount of arousal coating Mandos fingers at your entrance.

He slipped his fingers out of you and you whimpered at the loss, looking... almost disappointed that he would stop now. Yet when Mando reached up and massaged those same fingers around your clit, you jumped like you'd been stung. "Too sensitive now?" he asked, rubbing his thumb around your folds. You clawed at the surface of the floor and turned your head to the side, gasping weakly as he continued to torment him with his firm touch. "Do you want me to stop? Three times seems like enough."

When he removed his hand, your hands shot out to catch his wrist. You looked like you where going through some kind of difficult internal struggle, unsure whether it felt good or if it hurt. If you wanted more, to take anything and everything Mando could give you, or if it was time for you to stop. "Tell me what you want sweetheart." Mando asked again, sliding his palms lightly over your inner thighs, watching you try and remember how to even speak basic.

He placed his fingertips over your entrance and waited. Watching as you pushed yourself up onto your elbows and moved to look down at what Mando was doing. You took deep breaths through your nose and your eyes were wide, intent, as if you were in a trance, crazed with the desire for more regardless of whatever the common sense part of your brain told you. Slowly, Mando stroked his fingers over your entrance again while he watched you, equally mesmerized by the way you where reacted to him.

Once he pushed his fingers back inside, your shoulders immediately sank back on the floor, back arched, with a loud cry of pleasure tearing from within you. Mando was impressed that you could make any sound at all. For a while there, he thought you might've even lost your voice.

You squirmed around on his fingers, their thick and long length stretching you differently than his cock did, sometimes taking them deeper, making Mando wonder if you where trying to get more or trying to get away. Eventually, Mando stopped trying to figure out which it was, concluding that it must've been a bit of both. Either way, he was confident that there wouldn't be anything left in you. It was surprising that you already managed to come three times, but now that you had reached this point, he had to keep going. He was too curious to find out what might happen if you came again.

Sometime during the time it took him to pleasure you with his fingers he'd grown hard again. The tip of his cock oozing precum that rolled down in thick beads to the base of his balls. He was completely stiff above you, unmoving while you remained trapped beneath him in your fucked out state. And just as you opened your mouth to say something, he was pushing in, and oh kriff, you hadn't gotten a good look at his cock this whole time. With this new angle it felt huge as he pushed his way in, splitting you again you deep inside you it drove you dizzy.

It burned, it burned as he slid all the way in again, and maker you could feel it when he pressed down on your hips, and it felt so good, felt so full. That you heaved a gasp once Mando was rooted deep in you, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "Good-" He gasped, voice strained even through the modulator, "So fucking good, sweetheart."

Maker, it nearly hurts with how fucking good it feels. The noise you make is indescribable in its obscenity—desperate and long and seeking. Fuck, this is heaven. This is fucking heaven, laying with your legs open and letting him have you this way. He knows as much about you as you do about him—which is to say, absolutely nothing—but now you both know the taste of each other's pleasure, the intimate knowledge of its gorgeous heat and how right it feels.

"M-Mand... oh, fuck—" Your words are barely discernible through your panting, warped by the heavy sound of your breaths and gasps. "Can—Can we do this, again," His fingers curl against your thighs, and your hips almost feel like they're doing too much, muscles tightening and refusing to loosen and relax. "Maybe not right now but, soon?"

But then you nearly combust when instead of verbally responding, the Mandalorian just sinks two of his thick fingers deep inside your cunt, joining the cock still buried deep inside you. "Oh—f-fuck—"

You can't tell if the short, rough little growl he makes inside the helmet is from the way you instantly tighten around his cock again, but it still rocks down to your core nonetheless. It doesn't matter, because he pulls them out and then pushes them back in again, starts doing that steadily, over and over until you're sweating, hips arching up in presentation and doing everything you could to entice him to hurry the fuck up.

And somehow it works, because suddenly he starts moving faster, a litany of praises spilling from his lips, gasping at the increase in pressure inside you, eyes carefully on your face to any sign that you wanted out. But fuck, your head was drowning in pleasure, as you chased your fourth orgasm. And you began to roll your hips back, forward, meeting his deep thrusts wherever you could feel them.

Something wicked begins to burn in your core, spread threateningly along the muscles in your pelvis. It rises up through your abdomen and sinks down to your knees, wrapping so tightly around them around them you fear the muscles could snap. Your breathing gets shallower, the base of your lungs too cramped by the oncoming storm to fill properly.

"—I-I'm gonna cum," you breathe, everything inside you quickly pulling up fierce and tight, your chest heaving and your grip in his shoulders turning to iron. "—Oh, fuck, I'm g-gonna cum—I-I—" His fingers curl, pressing up hard against something absolutely fucking devastating inside you, and it's all you can do to stifle a sober

It didn't matter just how overwhelming it all was- the overstimulation of your previous orgasms, you needed it. Mando was pounding into you now, and all you could hear was the obscene sounds of where skin met skin, of your moans, of his soft whispered "sweetheart’s" and other reverent praise. You were quickly rolling towards your orgasm, peaking high and you keened, back arching as you finally came the way you wanted, pussy dripping cum as you clenched around Mando, dragging him over the edge with you as you milked his cock.

Things slowly return to you one by one; the angle of his fingers still pressing up tight inside you. The coldness of beskar on the back of your thighs, the solid weight of it crushing down on your body. Your fingers are clamped so tight in his skin, you think they leave deep red marks when you finally loosen them. He slowly pulls out of your swollen heat and holds your thigh open with wet fingers.

You feel flattened. Exhaustion is an incredible inhibitor, so much that you don't realize your eyes are screwed shut when he's pulling away from you. The brightness of the cockpit returns, the air almost feeling fresh in your lungs. You're still trying to calm your breathing when a gentle softness presses against your lips, knuckles dragging against them in a way you can only describe as a makeshift kiss. “You need to rest, then maybe we can work up to five.”

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