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[ner-meshla]

the Crown winning and the Mandalorian losing is the definition of the old hollywood's role of paying attention to what's traditional and safe for the public and not noticing the genius of original and truly unique storytelling with a VERY fresh take on masculinity and male sensitivity in such a HUGE and influental thing as star wars

[ner-meshla]

I’m trying to write a fluff fic but it’s just turning into a reader monologue help,,,,, I’m just trying to establish backstory stuff but I ramble too much in my writing 😎👌👌👌

[ner-meshla]

Civil bargaining

Warnings: SMUT, 18+!

Tags/themes: sub/dom dynamic (like, super subby reader 😬), light jealousy, threesome, Mando x reader x Karga, spit roast, light choking, oral (f and m receiving), kinda canon-divergent, lots of Mando’a

Summary: When Karga refuses to give yourself and Din a much needed bounty puck so you can earn money to repair the Razorcrest, the three of you reach a humiliating bargaining point in exchange for the best puck of the guild.

A/N: my second fic on here! This is kinda lengthy cause my writing is like that normally, but especially because this involves a threesome. Also, I am aware Karga isn’t typically written for often or overly liked, but for the concept of this fic I hope it works,,,, I had fun writing it anyway. I might make a part two centred around just Din if it’s wanted. Mando’a may be slightly inaccurate, but translations will be at the end if you want them! Enjoy!🥵💞

You clutched the strap of your shoulder cross bag and held your other arm across it protectively, trying to hide the child from the public eye as yourself and the Mandalorian walked through the main town area on the lava planet Nevarro. As you both strolled through with clear conviction, eyes set on the cantina, the crowds appeared to somewhat part for you two like you were both sorcerers parting the ocean’s waves, the Mandalorian’s intimidating appearance causing the gatherings to dissipate quickly. At least it made it easier for you to guard the precious green child you help precariously in your bag.

You had begged Din to allow you to stay in the ‘Crest with the child once you had landed, not wishing to venture out with the vulnerable imperial target into the very planet on which he was initially given into imperial’s hands. However Din had ultimately insisted it was safer to go with him. Whilst you wanted to believe the Razor Crest was secure and that you could defend yourself (being a capable and strong mechanic who knew her way around a blaster or two), you ultimately knew of the stories where the Mandalorian’s ship was searched by storm troopers on this planet following Moff Gideon’s visit. So when he asserted firmly that he needed you to keep the child with you at all times and stick by him, even for such a short visit, you couldn’t dispute his argument at all. Despite the nature of your short visit solely centring around the purpose of collecting bounty pucks from Karga, the guild ‘ringleader’ of Nevarro whom you had met a couple of times in the past, so both you and Din could afford spare parts for serious damages to the ‘Crest, you were no longer willing to risk the danger of losing the child. You couldn’t lose him. Thus, you begrudgingly and anxiously strode alongside the infamous bounty hunter through the streets of Nevarro, watching for any storm troopers or sinister eyes scanning your belongings as you tried to subtly silence the child’s squeaks emerging from the brown satchel bag.

Upon entering the cantina, suspicious eyes surveyed the both of you, immediately recognising Mando as a familiar threat and yourself as an unknown and uninvited visitor. You wanted to leave as soon as possible. However, even despite the couple of storm troopers who were stood in the corner, who eyed you both up like you were prey in their hold and immediately forced yourself and Din to tense, the mood fundamentally began to shift as your gazes met that of Greef Karga’s and he shouted over to the both of you, beckoning you over to his booth cheerfully, as though things were the same they always had been. As though the empire hadn’t tried to destroy this exact cantina and take a firm grasp on the entire planet, and only narrowly fail, mere weeks ago.

“Mando! And Y/N, gosh I haven’t seen you in a long time! Why don’t you come have a seat?”

Karga called out to you both as Din strode forward powerfully and unfazed, whilst you quickly resumed your walking too in an attempt to catch up, seating yourself at the inner most seat of the booth as Din gestured for you to sit before him.

Settling beside you (although “settle” is perhaps an overstatement seeing as Din was tense and evidently on edge), Mando stared forward towards Karga, the cold impenetrable expression of his T-visor almost taunting Greef to hand over his new pucks immediately as Din’s hand placed the previous one he’d hunted onto the table before you both.

Being so close to Din was somewhat comforting after being stared down by an entire town, then sleazy hunters and bar-goers, let alone storm troopers who still glanced in your direction every few moments. Normally such situations didn’t get to you at all, especially not after partaking in various bounty hunts with the infamous Mando himself. You knew you were more than competent with any weapon, and Din infinitely moreso. However, knowing you had the duty of protecting the child in such a dangerous environment was beginning to stress you deeply, and, cautiously, you swung the bag itself into your lap and held the child close to you protectively, Din’s helmet glancing at you slightly before placing a free hand at the base of your back, reminding you of his presence. Thankfully, you began to calm and thus act a little less suspicious and more relaxed as you remembered you had your blaster and Din would be able to handle a couple of troopers, and now you began to return your attention to Karga. The exchange would be over soon after all, you figured.

Silence hung in the air for a moment as Karga inspected the puck before placing it in a small bag gently, returning his gaze and a friendly smile pointedly towards yourself and Din.

“So, how have you both been? I haven’t seen either of you in weeks! How’s the child? And how are you, Y/N? You look wonderful!”

Karga began, cheerfully attempting to create small talk that felt so sweet it was like a sickly dessert when it was met with the silence and unmoving posture of the Mandalorian that sat opposite him.

You, however, felt your cheeks flush somewhat, his “wonderful” comment not going unnoticed.

Karga appeared to notice this judging by the smirk that emerged upon his face as he stared at you, his eyes not-so-subtly scanning the areas of your body he could see, such as your face to your neck, down to the swell of your breasts. You reddened further and shifted under the weight of his gaze, however before you could speak, you heard the familiar modulated and cold voice ring out from the beskar-clad warrior beside you.

“Do you have my next pucks?”

The stone-faced mandalorian Din presented himself to be requested harshly, putting a blunt end to any flirtatious small talk.

It was almost humorous, how different you knew Din to how many saw him. Sure, for a long time he was simply an employer to you, having saved you from a dull job working for Pelli as an assistant mechanic on Tatooine, requesting you look after the small green child and mend his ship following Pelli’s vouching for you. In this sense, for a long time Din never spoke to you, and as far as you could tell he did not have a name, let alone a personality. However ultimately you weren’t one to pry, and, with time, he gradually opened up to you much more. He was far more intelligent, sweeter and caring than the cold, unassuming beskar gives the man credit for. In spite of this, though, you both remained largely close friends and work partners, even despite moments of tension and fleeting touches and encounters. But you trusted the Mandalorian. And he felt he could trust you.

The guild dealer in front of you both appeared to snort somewhat, also finding humour in Din’s blunt response as he reached into his pockets, placing two pucks on the table and sliding them across to the Mandalorian besides you, the warrior catching them with his fingertips as though his movements were lighting. As he picked them up you shifted yourself to begin exiting the cantina, eager to return to the ship, when you felt a firm hand on your arm push you to sit back down again. You look to your left and see Din examining the pucks in his left hand, his right hovering over your arm, before it returned to switch the pucks over into said palm. Then he spoke, his voice once again unassuming and confident, but somewhat gritty and frustrated, stating simply,

“There’s only two pucks. They’re not high-paying either. Where’s the third?”

“But, Mando, you didn’t request three! You only requested more than last time!”

Karga chuckled out, causing Din’s hand which held the pucks atop the table in his palm to tense and clench into a fist.

You could sense the mood shift, Greef tanunting the Mandalorian.

“Just give us the third puck, we have things to get to, Karga,”

Mando replied, his modulator failing to mask the way his voice rose in volume and irritation.

“Well, I suppose there is a way the third puck can be earned,”

Greef drawled out lowly, his eyes now trained on you once more, causing your body to startle and flinch slightly and cheeks heat up with red hot blood.

What did he mean “earn”? Why was he looking at you?

Looking at you like that.

Not gaining a concrete answer this time from the Mandalorian besides you, but a mere cock of his helmet to the side, beckoning an elaboration from Karga, you observed as the man’s smirk broadened across from you as he leaned into both of you a little closer.

“Well, Mando, if you let me spend some time with your beautiful work partner here, I’m sure I’ll be able to hand over the highest-paying puck I have just for you! What do you say? You can watch if you’d like,”

Greef speaks to you both lowly, his offer immediately causing you to feel that blush in your cheeks spread to your whole face and body, your whole body twitching in sheer shock and embarrassment at such a bold-faced and corrupt request that you knew the insinuations of.

Din appeared to flinch besides you, before scanning your form beside him, his helmet angled towards you as he took a mental note of how you blushed adorably under the scrutiny of such a proposal. The Mandalorian felt his entire being clench and tense with possessive ownership over you. He knew it was wrong, you weren’t his to own, but he had his own grievances when it came to such a proposal.

The dilemma stood clearly before him; he knew you both needed the puck so you could fix the Razor Crest imminently, the risk of leaving it too late could mean becoming stranded mid-hyperspace. However he couldn’t articulate even in his mind how wrong the thought of Karga’s hands on you felt. Especially when he could be the one doing the touching instead. But yet again, why was such a prospect blurring his mind completely? As much as he would be ashamed to admit it, he felt his cock throb and strain at the thought against the restrictive duraweave fabric holding it back.

Yourself, on the other hand, were growing unsettled and hurt by the lack of response from the Mandalorian, other than his unreadable helmet’s stare, whilst you continued to feel the stare of Karga’s hungry gaze burn into you. You couldn’t deny that you needed the credits from as many pucks as possible if you were going to make the Razor Crest useable for longer, following a raid from Jawas on Tatooine recently. And the attention you were receiving from Karga was somewhat having unexpected effects on you, a knot of arousal beginning to bottom out in your abdomen as you mulled over the thought more. It was wrong. And if anything, you desired to share such intimacy, of which you had shielded for a while now following a distinct lack of recent sexual encounters, with Din. However you couldn’t stop the concoction of arousal and hunger swirling in your mind dizzily like a trance. On the other hand, your sense was telling you distinctly you had to care for the child, and that, first and foremost, you weren’t a piece of meat or bargaining fodder.

Reminding yourself of such facts, you prepared to refuse, when the Mandalorian beside you suddenly turned his gaze towards an expectant Karga, stuttering out in a way that sounded less confident than intended,

“O-only if I watch.”

“E-excuse me?”

You hissed out in response, your thighs clenching and cheeks reddening further like a tomato as you squirmed uneasily.

“I-I’m not just some chunk of flesh Mando! And that goes for you too, Greef!”

You continue, trying not to raise your voice in frustration.

Whilst you couldn’t deny the way your body reacted as heat curled within you at the Mandalorian’s outlandish response, implying he had a great interest in not only entertaining such a corrupt proposal, but becoming at least somewhat involved with it too, you were dumbstruck and also concerned that if you were coaxed into this, what would happen to the child?

But your thoughts began to melt as your attention was drawn back to Karga whose voice rang out as he leaned in just a little closer still,

“Come on, I’ll treat you well, Y/N, I promise. At least, I’ll be gentle to begin with! After all, Mando seems on board, hm?”

Din simply shifted slightly in response, pocketing the two pucks and turning to you, as if he was ashamedly asking permission.

But the way you watched his hands shift to cover his crotch and the way you could practically hear his sharp inhales hitch and watch his helmet’s gaze conspicuously scan over the rise and fall of your breasts in time with your breathing was having a completely intoxicating effect on you. After all, whether you were willing to admit it or not, you had always fantasised about going just a little further than a clumsy sexual touch here and there aboard the Razor Crest.

Lulling you out of the trance of your increasing arousal was the slight gurgle of the child, causing you to look up to Greef in fear. Whilst he had ultimately defended the child in the past, you still did not know how he would react to him now. However, he either did not notice or chose not to pay attention as he spoke out again, taunting you to take him up on his offer,

“Come on Y/N! I have a perfectly secure and private area in the back of this place, I promise yourself and Mando will be safe and secure. Like I said, I’ll be gentle with you... at first! And just look at Mando, all pent up beside you! Surely you don’t want to let him and your ship down now?”

His taunts and the way his hand below the table grazed your knee and inner thigh caused the last coil of your restraint to snap, especially when you felt Din possessively grasp your upper arm in response. Despite your worries surrounding the child, you gathered all your resolve to not look suspicious as you silently nodded and were led away towards an empty underground private area of the cantina by Karga and an even more tense Mandalorian, your knees trembling and movements blurring with arousal and anticipation.

Before fully wobbling down the stairs, you grasped Din’s upper arm, causing him to slow and turn to you as Karga speeded downwards.

“W-wait, Din... what about the kid? I... I’ll do this for you, but...”

You manage to stutter out, heady arousal and nerves clouding any coherent thought as your voice came out as somewhat of a weak whimper which earned you an unexpected twitch of your work partner’s body and a sharp inhale.

“I’ll make sure to put him somewhere safe but in our reach. We should be secure down here, but if not, we can handle it,”

The Mandalorian below you answered plainly, adding,

“You understand?”

“Y-yes”

You whimpered weakly in response, as Karga called up for the two of you as Din pulled you forwards, speeding up your descent in a way you couldn’t tell if it was due to Din’s desire to not rouse suspicion or another much more sinful and primal desire completely.

Once fully descended downstairs, Din seemed to lock the door behind you whilst Karga sat himself on a lone crate against a wall in the overall largely empty room. The underground room appeared more like an abandoned basement than anything, somewhat small and cramped yet largely uncluttered, only holding some storage lockers placed against a wall, some rogue blankets, seats and crates strewn across the floor, and a large shelving unit of some kind built into the left-hand wall close by you.

“Y/N, my dear, why don’t you leave your luggage on the shelves. I promise I won’t touch it... though I can’t say the same about your body!”

Karga drawled out, leaning his hands against his knees as he hunched forwards, staring unashamedly now at your entire body and all its curves.

You nodded feebly, your whole body heavy with arousal and heat under such a predatory gaze as you shifted yourself weakly towards the shelves in the wall. That was until your hips were grasped by the Mandalorian whom you were merely supposed to be working with just moments ago, as he guided you with all too deliberate possessive force towards the large storage lockers, whispering to you lowly, partially to make you even weaker and desperate and partially to keep his message to you quiet,

“Place Grogu in here... he’ll be safer and quieter in here. Just don’t forget he’s there.”

You sighed out, shivering slightly from such unexpected and bruising touches as you scrambled to briefly hug the now thankfully sleepy child before placing him inside the storage unit and closing the door delicately. As you turned to move away towards Karga, Din’s hands however remained at your hips, only wavering until Karga called out to you both, a commanding sense of warning present in his voice,

“Mando, we have an agreement... Y/N, come here... as I said, you can watch Mando, but I make the rules now. If you don’t play by them, then there’s no puck for either of you.”

You felt Din’s gloved hands grasp protectively and possessively at your hips further until he ultimately and quickly tore them away once more, instead placing a large splayed out hand at the base of your back, guiding your desperately anxious yet aroused body towards the impatient Guild dealer.

For Din, Maker only knows how much strength it took him to merely tear his hands away from your sides. His cock was aching with desperation. Oh, how he just wanted to take you against the metal storage unit right there, right in front of Greef. Show him who you ‘belonged’ to. Despite this, ultimately his rational and patient better judgment won out, as he instead guided your obviously desperate body towards the other man sat across from you both. His voice sighed out as if he was in pain just at the notion that he would have to watch you be taken by a greedy, hungry man such as Greef. Not that Din was much different, deep down. Still needlessly possessive, despite knowing you belonged to no one as of yet. Still endlessly charged and desperate, blurring his moral compass completely. But it was painful to give you away to someone else. But the way his cock leaked at the thought of you splayed out before him, naked and trembling and moaning, even if as the result of another man’s ministrations, forced his legs to propel both yourself and him faster towards the awaiting Guild ‘dealer’. After so long of fantasising, his moral judgment was currently blurred, only desiring to see you, even if he could not touch you yet.

Yet.

But in the end, the usually stoic and strong Mandalorian reasoned, this was for a much-needed bounty puck; this whole ordeal was acceptable. And when he watched you drop to your knees obediently before the hungry Guild member between his legs as said man thumbed over your plump, pink lips delicately, allowing it all as though you were completely far gone, lost to the underlying sexual desire within you, Din felt himself involuntarily groan as he ‘settled’ onto another neighbouring crate across from Karga.

Meanwhile, Karga slipped said gloved thumb into your mouth as you whimpered slightly, completely lost to your embarrassment but equally to your arousal and unadulterated lust. The dark-skinned man above you smirked wildly, like a predator staring down its vulnerable prey in a manner that was all too intimidating to be considered overly gentle, taking clear note of your body’s desperate reaction. He could tell you were touch-starved. Sensitive. However, equally, the Mandalorian opposite him appeared just as wound-up and desperate, hands twitching at his knees, breath hitching and entire body tense, blood flowing straight to Din’s painfully erect member. Karga knew how badly Din wanted you. But, oh, would he suitably wreck you before the Mandalorian even had a chance to lay just a fingertip on you. He wanted to savour this control. After all, he reminded himself as he slipped onto the floor himself, tugging at your top hastily, he had wanted to do this since he first laid eyes on you. Now he was just thankful the opportunity finally presented itself as you willingly and voluntarily unravelled beneath him.

Your entire body felt as though it was on fire, a red blush coating much of your skin as your clothes were uncovered to reveal your naked torso and chest to the cool air of the underground room. A small part of you remained defiant out of embarrassment and what remaining dignity you held, but such resilience was hanging on by a mere metaphorical thread, most of your mind already clouded with arousal, desperation and sinful desire for pleasure from Din’s surprisingly possessive prior touches and Karga’s conspicuous and devouring stares. Just how badly did these men want you? And why was Din so possessive of you?

Why did it set your body aflame?

All questions soon dissipated as you felt a firm pair of now de-gloved hands push on your shoulders gently, forcing your body to lay down onto the thin blanket that lined this area of the room’s floor, and as you instinctively moved your hands to cover yourself and immediately felt your wrists pinned above your head, your mind was cleared of all thought as you heard hungry grunts and growls emerge from the two men who enclosed on your form hungrily.

“Y/N you’re...”

You heard Karga groan out as he slowly moved one of his hands from your wrists to instead harshly tug at an already pebbled and erect nipple on your chest.

“Karga,”

Din snarled out protectively, somewhat concerned Greef world hurt you as as your face contorted into one of shock and pleasure as your body reacted sinfully to such harsh touches, causing Karga to smirk up at the Mandalorian as your eyes shifted, too, to glance up desperately at the armoured, yet twitching, Mandalorian warrior who sat close-by on a wooden crate. You could clearly see his erection from such an angle, as well as the damp spot where the head of it met the cloth of his underclothes, causing you to whimper and squirm beneath Karga, your thighs rubbing together as if desperately chasing some friction and release of the ever-rising tension within you. You could practically feel your pussy dripping with anticipation.

“Maker, Cyare... you’re so beautiful like that,”

Din rambles, the groans of Mando’a slipping through his lips before he can control such words, his hands inching up his thighs towards his throbbing dick.

Karga simply chuckled lowly at the desperation imprinted all over the voice and mannerisms of the Mandalorian and yourself as he leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth and pull in it lightly with his teeth as he finally released your wrists.

You mewl beneath him, back arching and arms tensing as you react to such a touch, combined with the Mandalorian’s surprisingly wordy groans of pleasure and sheer desperation and possessiveness, like a lothcat in heat.

Increasingly animalistic and greedy, Karga pawed at your left breast hastily and roughly whilst he sucked and nibbled at the nipple on your right, your whole face growing hot and eyelashes fluttering. Suddenly, you felt your skin just below your right breast flare up with pleasure and sensation as Karga sucked and nibbled at the soft, delicate flesh like some sort of animal, causing your body to arch and tense as you whined out his name. You were so sensitive after months of being unable to engage in sexual activity of any kind due to the sharp changes to your life, following becoming entangled with Din’s difficult affairs. However, despite Greef’s growl of satisfaction against the now-bruised skin, his movements halted as the Mandalorian sat on the crate nearby leaned downwards, growling out a warning of sorts,

“Karga... don’t hurt her or mark her... I’ll play by your rules for now, but I have my limits.”

Your body became breathless at such a declaration, the implications of attachment to you hitting you right where your desire coiled and furled within you. Despite your desire for more rough touches, surprisingly Greef appeared to heed such a warning, knowing the infamous Mandalorian’s danger all too well, hyper-aware of the already precarious stunt he was currently pulling, as he shifted onto his knees, tugging at your pants and underwear until your whole body was exposed, shivering under the gazes of the two men and the cool air. You shifted in slight impatience as you watched Karga’s greedy eyes take your entire form in, committing each curve to memory. Likewise, as you glanced upwards you observed how Din leaned further towards you and downwards off the crate he was perched atop of as he lazily palmed his rock hard cock through the coarse fabric of his under-armour, the view of your vulnerable body and the rough friction of his hand’s ministrations causing him to groan out a strangled string of Mando’a curses. Karga grunted slightly as he kneeled closer towards you, his still-clothed cock rubbing against your soft thigh as he grabbed at it hungrily.

Your whole body convulsed slightly and your eyes fluttered in deep pleasure as you felt thick and coarse fingertips drift up and down your wet pussy, teasing you, as Greef began to touch you where you needed it most.

“My oh my, you’re so wet Y/N... see that Mando? All that for me and you!”

Karga taunted as the thumb of his other hand circled your clit whilst he held his wet fingers up towards the Mandalorian’s direction, earning a heady moan from yourself and a grunt of satisfaction from Din who still looked above you, so close and itching to touch you, yet feeling so far away.

As the guild dealer’s two forefingers dipped into your wet hole, your entire body arched into his touch like a pliable, desperate mess already chasing your release. Such embarrassing movements and noises alike appeared to only spur Greef on as he gripped your thigh harshly with his free hand to spread your thighs further and hold you in place, his fingers now beginning to piston in and out of you at a pace that your mind simply could not keep up with. Your eyes rolled back somewhat as your entire body grew hotter and hotter and you already felt yourself teetering on the edge of release from Karga’s hungry and calculated movements, especially as his thumb lazily circled your clit once more and your back arched further than you though was originally possible. Embarrassingly, you felt yourself extremely near your release already, so sensitive and pent-up with sheer desperation and desire, and you began to whimper out a warning to Karga and Mando,

“G-Greef, I— Maker, I—“

Chuckling lowly, Karga abruptly halts his movements altogether and retract from you and you whine desperately, twitching, all too aware of how desperate and pathetically slutty you may seem to the distinguished men beside you, yet far too lost to your desires to care. Your eyes move upwards towards Din as you whine out to him pleadingly, causing the usually composed and neutral, stoic male to now grunt out a curse as you watched his now-unsheathed dick throb in his now equally bare fist. You mentally take note of his size and you feel yourself drooling onto your plush, pink lips, desperate to take him in your mouth or any hole you can, especially when he moans your name with such a desperately and achingly possessive rasp.

Your mind is suddenly snapped back to the present however when you once again feel the firm, slightly coarse hands of Karga flip you over so that you’re weakly positioned on all fours on you floor, wet pussy and plump ass in the air, exposed to the man whilst your eyes meet the level of your shipmate Mando’s cock, precum beading at the head as he thumbs it over. Oh how you wish you could touch him. The things you’d do. But such wishes vanish all too quickly as you feel a firm hand grab and paw at your ass, another resuming its prior position at your pussy, three fingers now beginning to stretch out your tight hole once more. Greef simply chuckles darkly as you push yourself back against his fingers greedily before harshly slapping the left side of your ass harshly with his free hand, commanding you with his voice equally as you quiver and jump and gasp at the sinfully painful-yet-pleasurable spank, speaking predatorily

“Now now, Y/N, be patient... that’s a good girl... if you’re patient, maybe I’ll even let Mando over there touch you... I can see you staring at him.”

It takes all your willpower and strength to hold still once more as Greef’s movements slow and your body’s impatience and desperation winds around thick once more, especially as you observe Din’s hand moving up and down his cock faster as though he were chasing his own release, cock jumping and throbbing in his thick fingers when you were spanked by the dark-skinned male across from him.

“Maker Cyare... be good for Karga, ner mesh’la,”

Din growled out, far too lost to his pleasure to complain of Karga’s assault on your soft and tempting ass.

However, even under his self-inflicted spiralling, intoxicating spell of arousal and possessive desire, Din found himself unravelling more and more at the sight of you melting beneath Karga and his movements, watching how your spine arched and thighs trembled and eyes rolled and mouth gaped as you endured and even drank in the harsh and rough touches of the man between your legs.

Words couldn’t possibly articulate how exhaustingly and painfully aroused Din felt.

Suddenly, you feel the thick fingers inside your tight hole halt and retreat once more. Your whole body shaky and weak and desperate for release, you whine out in impatience and frustration,

“G-Greef, I’m so close!”

“Shhh, be good for us, Y/N, okay?”

Is the only response you receive from Karga besides a spank to your ass once more and a desperate grunt of approval from Din as you glanced up at him with wide eyes.

You observed how his cock throbbed at your whines and gasps and watch as his hand slows, evidently trying to prolong his journey to his climax.

All complaints dissipate from your mind, though, as you suddenly feel a shiver of sheer pleasure rock through your body as Karga’s tongue licks one large stripe up and down your swollen and wet folds, groaning in approval at your taste. Before you have time to properly compose yourself and prepare for such sensations, Karga’s tongue begins lapping at your pussy, moving from circling at your clit and sucking on it with his mouth to fucking your tight core with his tongue as best he can whilst kneeling between your shaky legs.

“Maker, you taste amazing, Y/N- shit. Mando it sure is a shame you can’t taste her,”

Greef drawls out from between your legs as he pauses slightly, palming his leaky cock and overall taunting Mando.

Once Karga continues his oral assault on your already overly sensitive and desperately wet pussy, your whole body reacts by arching and shaking, moaning out in such loud, mewling melodies. The sensations of Greef’s mouth on you combined with his groans, and the sight of the usually strong and silent Mandalorian warrior unravelling before you at the sight of your body and his own hand, were all too much and you felt your whole body growing desperately close to release. Similarly, the longer you observed Din and his throbbing cock, so close to your mouth yet so far, you could see how he throbbed, so close to release.

Din couldn’t take it anymore. The sight of you on all fours, being absolutely devoured by Karga’s hungry tongue and lips, shaking and moaning and arching and tensing- it was all too much. This entire experience was like a fantasy for Din, and oh, Maker, how he wished he could just disregard his helmet and creed and dignity altogether in that moment just to shove Karga aside and taste your core himself. The forbidden fruit of his desire. Even with the knowledge of Din’s current agreement surrounding the no-touching rule, Din felt his cock throb and pulsate at the sight of you, and he longed to touch you. To have you.

Thankfully, Karga appeared to have a similar idea, regretfully pulling himself out from between your thighs, licking his lips and smirking as he observed your kneeling form whimper weakly.

“Say, Mando, I think you’ve waited long enough, hmm? Poor Y/N is almost drooling, perhaps you should find a solution?”

Greef somewhat groaned out as he drank in the sight of your vulnerable form and exposed body, as well as the equally desperate Mandalorian warrior still sat on the crate, though now clearly crumbling as his cock and hands twitched in anticipation.

Din pulled his hands from himself now, one still-gloved left hand going to cup your cheek and jaw slightly to beckon you closer as you shuffled slightly further forwards towards his rock hard length. You practically drooled at the sight. From behind you, you felt Karga shuffle somewhat also and heard the distinct noise of a buckle and zipper undoing themselves, causing you to whimper as you keened to Din’s remaining touch by your cheek and moved your hand upwards to begin to stroke his cock.

“M-mesh’la, so good- Maker- so good for us, Y/N,”

Din groaned out as he tensed and throbbed under your soft and steady pumps of his dick, memorising the delicious and dazed expression in your eyes as you looked up at his helmet.

You yourself startled somewhat though as Karga’s hands shifted your lower body, kneeling behind you also so that you were now closer to kneeling yourself than your previous on-all-fours position. You felt yourself clench around nothing in anticipation.

Returning your focus to Din, you licked at the tip of his dick almost teasingly, taking in the taste of his precum and groaning as you observed his body twitch and helmet tip back somewhat. However, just as you prepared to take Din into your mouth, and thus retracted your licking for a moment to prepare, you felt the hand on your cheek snake around to your hair and somewhat pressure your mouth down onto the cock you had been tending to.

“Cyar’ika, I-I can’t, I-“

Din choked out, groaning and growling as he pushed your mouth onto himself using your hair, much too sensitive to endure any teasing any longer.

He needed your mouth, so warm and wet. His to use, even if just for this moment. All his.

All of a sudden, you felt a couple of hands behind you steady your body somewhat and pull it closer to the man you had almost forgotten was there due to your daze under the Mandalorian’s grasp.

“Good girl, Y/N, taking Mando so g-good... just let me- fuck-“

Greef growled out from behind you as you tried to loosen your jaw whilst the beskar-clad warrior continued to spear through your mouth with groaningly desperate speed, only to ultimately moan out around him and tense as you felt blunt pressure at the entrance of your pussy.

With a vice-like grip at your hips, Greef submerged his thick cock into your wet pussy in one swift, rough thrust, earning a muffled whine from yourself as you were thrust forth somewhat further onto Din’s length, gagging and shaking. At suck a sight and sensation, Din felt himself throb in your mouth as his helmet tipped back, fucking into your mouth with reckless abandon, too lost to the white-hot heat of pleasure to stop. Equally, Karga immediately set to match Din’s pace, thrusting into your sensitive core with no mercy, gripping at your hips as you were thrust between the two men.

In that moment, you took note of just how vulnerable you were, fully naked and being used for pleasure by two still-clothed, esteemed men. And whilst normally this would’ve completely embarrassed you, the delicious pleasure between your thighs and the taste of Din’s cock deep in your mouth, especially when coupled with the groans spilling out of both mens’ lips, overall set your body alight with such sinful desire, and you redoubled your efforts to make both men feel good and drive yourself closer to your own climax, hips meeting Karga’s and lips tightening around Din’s cock. It was all so overwhelming- deafeningly good.

How many nights had you touched yourself in the ‘fresher of the ‘Crest dreaming about tasting the infamous Mando like this?

You felt your pussy tighten the more Greef speared your tight wet hole as Din continued his assault on your mouth, groaning out strings of Mando’a you could only hope were praise as his helmet switched ever-more frequently between watching you and tipping back in sheer ecstasy. Karga grunted and groaned out from behind you, gripping your hips so hard you assumed there must be bruises forming by now.

“Y-Y/N, I- Maker- I won’t last much longer, when you clench like that,”

Karga groaned out in a choked-out, desperate fashion as he pistoned his hips forth into you even harder, chasing his own release so fervently.

Your entire body arched into him and trembled sinfully as his cock moved immeasurably fast against the spot inside you that made your vision blur. Your eyes clenched shut as Din stilled in your mouth, twitching at the sensations of your muffled whimpering around his cock as he watched your entire body unravel and tremble beneath Greef’s tense one. The Mandalorian warrior felt his insides stir with deep, sinful desire as he watched Karga’s eyes roll back and clench shut and his hips stutter against your own, wishing he could be the one to feel you like that. Gently, Din lifted your lips from his cock, holding your chin up by his fingertips, cock now free and sloppy, twitching in aching desperation for release. However, Din watched as you and Karga both began to crumble below his level on the crate, locking eyes from beneath the beskar with your own hazy fucked-out ones as you now freely groaned and moaned desperately for both men.

“G-Greef, aah! It- shit- it feels so- ah- M-Mando!”

You manage out weakly as you steady your body by holding your hands upon Din’s tense knees, Karga’s unrelenting pace still pounding into your tight wet heat as he grunted and groaned and stuttered so desperately at your moans.

You could feel your release growing extremely close the more Greef’s own peaked also, his hips speeding and stuttering out of rhythm uncontrollably as he bathed in your warm and tightness as your body continued to try and draw his seed from him. The last coils of your release were winding ever-together, so close to snapping as your vision swirled and your body trembled. Karga could feel it too, his cock twitching and throbbing inside you as you tighten unbearably around him.

“F-fuck, Y/N- oh, Maker-!”

Karga growled out from behind you as his hips stuttered and pistoned into you with such rough force your own body trembled and was thrust forward somewhat, however stilled also by his even tighter grip at your sides.

Then you felt his cock throb inside of you and warm heat swirl within you as you feel his seed filling you, both your hips slowly stilling to a stop.

You whimper desperately as he slowly pulls himself from your insides, shifting to sit once more on the crate behind him of which he had previously perched atop. Meanwhile, the Mandalorian warrior and work partner of yours shifted his hands now to slowly lay you down against the cool floor once more, grunting and groaning in possessive desire yet twisted approval as your used body leaks the release and cum of Karga (of whom simply smirked as he tucked himself back into his pants and observed the ongoing show).

Then, you suddenly feel yourself flipped and pushed back onto all fours once more, the swift movement lighting-fast and, when combined with the heady desire and pleasure of this whole ordeal, blurring as your vision whirled, causing your upper body to lose strength altogether and go limp at the floor, your ass up in the air and face to the floor. However, as you try to manoeuvre yourself upright again, you feel a gloved left hand press firmly at the gap between your shoulders and hear the distinct sound of beskar clattering against the floor as Din held your exposed body down in such a position, observing how Karga’s cum still dipped down your thigh as he knelt behind you. Maker only knows how his blood tempered at the sight, conflicted deeply by the desire for it to be him, and the desire to watch you leak another man’s release completely.

You shift slightly, vulnerable and yet still achingly desperate for release which you had been denied by the Guild member who sat on the crate before you, too spent for a round two but drinking in the unfolding show beneath him.

“Cyar’ika, you took him so well... I- kriff- I need-“

Din began to ramble as he parted your thighs some more with his armoured one, his hand at the base of your neck moving to wrap gently around it as his entire body shifted to grind his throbbingly desperate cock against your used, anticipating pussy.

You mewled deliciously beneath Din and he committed the sight of your desperate body, leaking but hungry still, to memory, teasing both himself and you some more before shifting closer still.

If it weren’t for the firm grip at the back of your neck holding your upper body down, you would have undoubtedly shook and arched upwards at the sensation of the Mandalorian’s hard and lengthy cock sheathing inside you, inching so achingly slowly into you until you’re arching your back and begging for more. Din, beneath the helmet, clenches his teeth as he sheaths himself fully inside your wet hole to the hilt, shaking for a moment as he takes in the feeling of your fluttering walls and the sight of you unravelling beneath him, eyes rolled back, mouth agape, arched back as he grips your neck gently yet firmly. You felt better than he could’ve ever imagined, back on those nights where he tended to himself alone in the cockpit of the ‘Crest, imaging this very moment.

You don’t have much time to adjust to the sensation however, both of you overall far too sensitive and hungry for your releases to wait, as Din immediately thrust into you with the same animalistic and primal pace as that of when he was inside your mouth, of which now was currently panting and moaning out Din’s nickname like a mantra. Karga grunted before you both in seeming approval at the sight.

“N-n-ner Mesh’la- kriff I- Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum-“

Din growled and groaned out in such a strangled and rasping manner your walls clenched with pleasure and desperation at the sound.

All this Mando’a kept emerging and yet you had no idea what he was saying. If you could find your words, perhaps you would’ve asked, however the speed of Mando’s endless drive towards his own approaching climax had you trembling beneath him like an animal, mind simply blurred and broken by the sheer desperation for your own release.

As you felt yourself grow ever-closer to your own release, the thrusts of the Mandalorian warrior’s cock behind you filling you so deliciously, you felt the hand at your neck twist around somewhat to pull you upwards somewhat and grip ever so slightly tighter as Din felt his cock throb with aching desperation inside you. This entire ordeal was so sudden and so teasing for both of you, now nothing was left but the primal and fast approaching climax of pleasure. All those touches and words aboard the Razorcrest. All the explorative and desperate touches and edging down here in this basement room. It was all too much.

The hand at your neck appeared to send your body into overdrive, shuddering as pleasure shot straight to your core, heat furling and cooling tight and desperately within you as the Mandalorian’s hips remained ever-fast as his cock abused that desperate spot inside you.

“Look at you both, like animals,”

Karga drawled out to you both, still observing and enjoying the scene as he leant forward on his knees to watch you both come undone for each other.

“S-so good, Cyare- so good for- kriff- for us-“

Mando growls out above you, completely lost to the sheer pleasure of you and the sight of you and all of you.

He felt completely lost to you.

Your legs suddenly trembled and your core fluttered around the Mandalorian as his thrusts grew ever so slightly tougher and he began to lazily rub circles over your clit with his de-gloved hand, coaxing your release and signalling his own approaching climax also. You keened to the tight grip around your throat and his fingers’ work at your core, moaning out his nickname in an octave of desperation that made the beskar-clad warrior’s entire being sing. The sensations became too much for the both of you, the heat and flames inside of you curling and tightening into a ball of white-hot pleasure in your abdomen as your walls clenched and fluttered around Mando’s staggering thrusts and twitching cock.

“Di- M-Mando I-“

You manage out before your entire body convulsed and trembled beneath his hold, your pussy clenching like a vice around his cock as it, too, stutters to an eventual halt inside you.

All you see is blurred white as your climax washes over you, and Din rides you through it and his own climax, grunting out loudly behind you,

“K-kriff, Y/N- bid jate-“

Eventually, the Mandalorian gently lays your upper body down once more as he removed himself from your core, both of you wincing at the overstimulation, your hole now overflowing with the release of not only Karga but your shipmate Din. You faintly hear Karga chuckle above you and Din grunt as he observed the way his cum oozes out of you and drips slowly to the floor, Din moving to caress your side gently as he watches.

“Y/N, my oh my, I think we should’ve die this a long time ago! Look at you... you definitely earned the puck, both of you,”

Karga chuckled lowly to both yourself, still naked on the floor, panting, and Mando, who was now tucking himself away and rising to retrieve your clothes.

Your face flushed as you pushed yourself to stand up somewhat weakly, completely spent and overwhelmed by the whole experience. Your face only reddened as you observed the way white sticky liquid slid down your legs and observed how both men turned to watch, feeling heavy under such gazes before Karga hands you a cloth to clean yourself up with.

Once clothed, your mind racing to process the encounter you had just engaged in, you hurriedly attempt to refocus as Din’s voice beneath the vocoded helmet sounds out,

“Y/N, can you get your bag, I have the puck so we can leave.”

The purpose and conviction in the bounty hunter’s voice causes your legs to automatically propel yourself towards the storage unit, retrieving the (thankfully) deeply slumbering green child. Your face flushed a deep crimson as your mind replays the touches at your hip earlier, the possessive undertones shooting straight to your hopeful heart.

“You can both leave when you like, but be sure to visit again sometime!”

Karga says with a chuckle, causing both yourself and Din to swivel around towards the Guild member’s direction as he unlocks the door to the stairs.

“Oh, and by the way, I know you have the child, Y/N. But you’re such a good girl, so I’ll keep my mouth shut, I promise!”

Greef adds, winking at you as you move to stand side-by-side with Din, who is stood before the crate he was previously sat atop of.

Before you can ask any questions, Greef has ascended the stairs, leaving you blushing madly beside the Mandalorian warrior, flushed from the clearly sexual comment and simultaneously the worry that Greef could reveal information about the imperial target of the child to yours and Din’s worst enemies. However, Din turns to you, taking note of your adorably flushed cheeks but equally panic-striken expression, and states simply, yet trailing off weakly

“Greef won’t say a word, trust me. Especially not after...”

Your cheeks only redden further at the realisation and the insinuations of Din’s words, and you swear you almost hear a nervous chuckle emerge from the helmet. But you don’t have the liberty of time to ponder such matters as Din wordlessly interlinks his hand with your own, pulling you towards the staircase. Similarly, before you are able to truly process such a touch, the hand is gone from yours as you both make your way up the stairs again.

“Hey, Din?”

You feebly question, face still flushed, body pausing in its movements to catch the bounty hunter’s attention.

“Yes?”

Din responds, turning towards you, voice surprisingly lacking in irritation.

“What did you say to me when you spoke Mando’a?”

You ask, mind still overwhelmed and you shift in place somewhat embarrassedly at your dumb question. For a moment Din does not answer, but simply observes you.

Then he speaks again,

“Rejorhaa'ir gar solus tuur, ner sarad”

Mando’a translations:

• (Ner) Cyare/Cyar’ika/mesh’la = (my) darling/beauty • Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum = I love you • Bid jate = So good • Rejorhaa'ir gar solus tuur, ner sarad = I will tell you one day, my flower

[ner-meshla]

Snug Fit

Din Djarin/the Mandalorian x f!reader

Warnings: SMUT/18+, minors DNI

Tags/themes: sub/dom dynamic, pussyjob, thighjob, trapped, frotting and grinding

Summary: Technical issues arise when mid-flight aboard the Razorcrest and as you try to solve the issue at hand, Din gets all too close and your bodies become trapped in the small electrical unit, pressed against one another.

A/N: this is my first time posting any fan fiction to tumblr or any platform really,,,,, I’ve written smut before for personal enjoyment though lmao but yeah,,,, I hope you all enjoy, and please give me feedback!! (Also apologies if I missed any grammatical/spelling errors, I did try to proof read tho)✨💫

“Wait, Din, I’m fine in here, just don’t— wait— stop, you’ll get stuck!”

Sometimes you wished you had never boarded the Razorcrest all those months ago. Today was one of those days.

You shifted yourself in front of the Mandalorian who now also invaded the small space of one of the electrical units aboard the ‘Crest, attempting to manoeuvre yourself out of the cramped room. The electrical wiring system for the engine output regulations aboard the Mandalorian’s Razorcrest ship had short-circuited mid-flight as you both headed to the outer-rim planet of Tatooine, and, upon becoming the ship’s mechanic all those weeks ago, you immediately descended from the cockpit of the ship to attempt to resolve the issue. You just didn’t expect it to be so complex. And it didn’t help that your shipmate Din was now invading the already cramped area in a misconstrued attempt to assist you.

“You said you needed help,”

Din’s cold and modulated voice spoke out from under the beskar helmet he wore.

“Yes, help. Not for you to trap me in the room! I just needed a couple of tools, and now— dank farrik— were stuck in here!”

You snapped back harshly, unsuccessfully trying to wriggle towards the exit of the small space to at least reach your toolbox.

Originally, you had managed to solve the issue somewhat alone, however when you needed your pliers from the toolbox, but were hesitant let go of the wrench you held in your other hand, you had called out to the infamous beskar-clad Mandalorian warrior for assistance. However, being the stoic and stubborn man you soon discovered the infamous Mando to be, your request for help with tools became misinterpreted in the bounty hunter’s frustrated state, still feeling inconvenienced by his ship’s shortcomings despite your presence to try and solve the issue. Hence, Din had invaded the space also, the both of you now becoming trapped in the tight space, immovable and pressing snugly against each other. If you were not so distracted, perhaps it would feel intimate. Almost as intimate as other touches the two of you have shared in the low lights of the ship’s cargo bay.

It wasn’t always easy for both of you aboard the ship though, the two of you distrusting of each other for weeks and lacking in conversation. However soon enough the Mandalorian and yourself began to bond, particularly over your shared fascination with weaponry, but also your now shared responsibility and compassion for the imperial target and precious green child, Grogu. Over time, the three of you became an inseparable team, exchanging experiences and moments of care and domestic intimacy and even true names, as you even had the privilege of learning the usually-cold and unassuming warrior’s name; the Mandalorian revealed his name to be Din, only to you.

However, it was times like these, sandwiched between the muddled wall of wires along the electrical unit room and the Mandalorian warrior’s cold beskar and rigid limbs, that you merrily willed yourself to die. After all, whilst you would never admit it, even despite the all-too-intimate and brooding touches you shared with Din in the dark of the night, such as a caress of your hip or a stroke of Din’s bicep, you overall had developed deep-rooted feelings for the Mandalorian, often finding yourself blushing and longing for touches further than those brief moments in passing. Therefore, such emotions made being pushed so close up against Din’s form all the more unbearable, your cheeks beginning to flush and breathing hitching in your throat as you felt his body somewhat enclose around yours as he reached around to attempt to fix the wires you had tended to just moments prior.

“W-wait, I can fix it Din. I just need to hold the yellow wire still w-whilst I place the fuse wire back in the correct output port,”

You somewhat stutter out, moving your arms slightly to hinder the movements of the Mandalorian behind you but losing your previous assertive aggression the more your mind took note of how Din’s beskar moulded to your back and thighs as you both winded up pressed flush against each other. You could feel the way Din’s helmet began to lay heavy on your shoulder he leaned over you to observe the problem at hand once more, your now somewhat shaky hands grasping at the wires, attempting to place them in the correct output ports.

“Let me help, I can hold the red one out of the way while you plug the yellow back in,”

Din’s cool, modulated voice rang out softly behind you, causing your face to blush somewhat as he shifted around you once more to try and hold the wires in front of your chest.

Despite his innocent and earnest efforts, your body held pressed against his own further as you once more hindered such endeavours, seeking to solve the problem alone and also therefore in the process hinder any further touches.

“S-stop shifting so much, Y/N. Let me help you,”

The Mandalorian’s voice spoke out once more, irritation and an octave of another emotion you couldn’t quite pinpoint in your blushing state laced throughout his usual calm baritone.

“W-wait, j-just let me do it. I nearly had it until you moved,”

You responded harshly, yet stuttering slightly as you felt his body attempting to manoeuvre itself once more but only succeeding in inadvertently pushing harder against your hips and back.

You began to shift yourself somewhat, body subconsciously tensing and shuddering with desire and heat as you felt Din’s armour and muscular form push against your body roughly as he tried some more to hinder your own movements now, you assumed to still your hinderances to his efforts to help. Defiantly, somewhat frustrated that Din seemingly didn’t trust you to fix the issue at hand and equally beginning to inwardly enjoy the friction and heat between your two bodies, you wriggled against Din, attempting to manoeuvre yourself into a position where you could better grasp the wires on the wall given the cramped conditions.

Then you heard it.

At first you thought you were caught up in some twisted sexual delusion spawned by your dirty mind and secret thoughts, as your ears pricked up at the sound of a strangled yet quiet groan by your right ear emerging from the helmet which sat upon your neighbouring shoulder. However your body’s wriggling motions were stilled suddenly as Din’s firm, gloved hands grasped desperately at your hips, halting you completely as he sighed with what sounded like aching relief.

“I said... don’t move so much, Y/N,”

Din managed out, his voice now sounding much more on edge than previously, once again the familiar sound of a slightly groan (of which was so quiet you would’ve missed had there been more space between you both) sounding out by your ear as his body absent-mindedly pushed further against your own.

“Maker, I just wanted to help...”

Mando again began but let his words trail of with a sigh as his hands gripped your hips further, drawing a gasp of embarrassed but desperate pleasure and shock from you.

And then you felt it.

Suddenly, at your sigh of unexpected heat and lust, you felt something hard and girthy twitch between your slightly parted legs as the beskar-clad warrior’s fingertips twitched at your hips. Since when did Mando wear a codpiece?

Oh.

Your entire face bloomed a shade of crimson one would have never thought possible as you sighed out unsteadily and somewhat helplessly under your breath as the reality of the situation dawned on you and heat began to crash over you in delicious waves of sinful, unadulterated desire. Din was hard. Din was hard because of you. Because you had writhed so much against him in this god forsaken electrical unit. He was throbbing. Aching.

Experimentally yet ashamedly, your body somewhat moved on its own accord, pushing further backwards into Din’s own, your plump ass, of which was only covered by the thin fabric of your tunic and panties, somewhat grinding backwards into Din’s aching and throbbing erection. The warrior behind you appeared to somewhat growl lowly as he stilled you once more with a harsh grip tugging at your hips.

“D-Din, I— are you—?”

You cautiously began to sigh out as your body’s heat and desire rippled through your abdomen and core like a scorching flame, beginning to question if Din really was hard, and more importantly if he was really going to do this with you right here. Perhaps all those brief touches and longing glances aboard the ship had gotten to him just as much as they had you. However ultimately you were interrupted when Din’s voice cut you off, rasping and low, responding to your unanswered questions as though he could read your mind, stating,

“I’m fixing the problem here.”

The ambiguous answer and low tone of his voice had your head spinning with further questions and heady desire as Din’s hands wandered upwards, snaking up and around your waist in front of your chest, wavering in between your breasts and the wiring wall. Just as you opened your mouth to attempt to confirm whether or not Din was primarily seeking to first resolve the wiring issue, a shocked whimper and gasp escaped your swollen lips as Din’s gloved hands pawed hungrily at your still-clothed chest.

“Cyare... so soft,”

Din groaned out from over your shoulder as his hips began to grind into your own, his clothed but rock hard cock rubbing deliciously in between your thighs as the fabric of your tunic shifted naturally out of the way of his hips’ path.

All you could do was but moan out his name in desperation and shock as your body quivered under his desperate groping and touches.

Somewhat hastily, completely lost to the his desires and his conscience suitably blurred, Din began to shift his hands to free his leaking and desperate cock from its confines behind you and shift your tunic and panties out of his way as best he could given the cramped conditions. You gasped as the cool air hit your dripping wet core.

Din appeared to chuckle darkly, the first time you’d heard him laugh in a few days, as he spoke to your right ear lowly,

“If you hadn’t have moved so much, we wouldn’t be stuck like this now Meshla.”

You whimpered weakly at the Mandalorian’s words as you felt his long hard dick position itself between your thighs teasingly, gliding along your wet pussy lips and soft, trembling thighs as Din’s hips’ movements resumed and his grasp at your hips retook it’s place, his grinding resuming. You gasped and quivered and moaned helplessly below Din as his cock glided teasingly yet deliciously against your achingly desperate core, the head of his cock violating your swollen clit with sinful ease. Your mind was blurring and blanking as you gripped the wall in front of you to steady yourself against Din’s harsh snapping of his hips, your entire body quivering and melting beneath the beskar-clad bounty hunter’s ministrations. Oh, how you could’ve only dreamed of such outlandish and sinful situations just hours ago. Although despite such heat and desperate pleasure completely taking over all sense of your mind and power of your body, admittedly Din was feeling just as desperately pleasurable and euphoric as he savoured the feeling of your dripping wet pussy lubricating his cock and your thighs as he used your body to milk his cock to approach his climax.

“N-ner meshla— Maker— you feel so good like this,”

Din began, completely lost to his euphoria and pleasure as his cock throbbed between your pussy and thighs and his voice drabbled and groaned out strings of Mando’a and curses.

Equally, your own mind and body completely melted and unravelled beneath Din as his cock stimulated your dripping wet pussy with such calculated and delicious sensations, the sliding and friction and rubbing of your aching bud causing you to whine out his name like a mantra as your walls clenched around nothing. Both your bodies were pushing against each other in an animalistic drive towards your mutual climax.

“Cyarika, do you like this? You’re— Ka’ra— you’re so loud... I-I was going to fuck you, but I might just finish with you like this,”

Din groaned and breathed out possessively as his hips picked up speed further and stuttered as you moaned and arched into him.

Despite the lack of penetration, the combined experience of being so close to the shipmate you had daydreamed of, his outlandish words of his mother tongue that dripped with sexual desire, and the perfectly aligned movements of the Mandalorian’s hips and cock against your body made you writhe in sheer pleasure desperately against him even in such an already tight area as you begged and moaned out unashamedly for Din now, groaning,

“D-Din! Aah, Maker it feels a good! Please, more!”

The sound of your begging and desperate whimpers as you raced ever closer to your climax caused Din’s hips to stutter and snap even rougher towards you, the feeling of your thighs and pussy sandwiching his cock so divinely causing him to groan and grip at your hips even more desperately, approaching his own end equally as rapidly.

“Ner Meshla, I’m gonna cum all over you— so good,”

Din’s lips allowed him to spill and growl out such words out with a particularly rough thrust that had you seeing stars as his cock shifted divinely against your wet and swollen clit.

You were so close to you climax that if you weren’t so caught up in all of the sensations that overwhelmed your quivering body perhaps you would be embarrassed. However, you could practically feel the way Din’s chest heaved beneath his armour and the way his breath hitched and became caught up in moans and grunts as his cock throbbed between your thighs and it became increasingly evident you were both approaching the heavenly peak of your pleasure.

Your whole body practically shuddered and your eyes rolled back heavenly when you felt gloved fingertips reach up to twist your pebbles nipples beneath your thin tunic, and suddenly you felt your entire body crashing over the edge from the overwhelming stimulation, Din’s ever-grinding cock beckoning your body to release onto him.

“Cyare, release for me,”

The Mandalorian’s vocoded but groaning voice demanded in your ear as his hips uncontrollably pistoned between your own and stuttered uncontrollably as he felt himself equally unravelling and tensing at his own peak.

That’s what did it for you as your whole body convulsed, arched and moaned against the beskar-clad warrior’s own, your release stronger than any you had granted yourself recently as you felt your lower region grow embarrassingly wet but your mind blank and blur with white-hot heat and pure ecstasy.

Din soon followed suit, his hands returning to your hips as he thrust forth against the soft, warm and wet skin of your thighs and pussy as he released his seed against your skin and partially onto the wall, groaning out possessive names in Mando’a in a such a desperately strangled octave that likened itself to a heavenly melody to you. Breathing stuttering and panting between you both, you both supported each other’s weight in your post-release afterglow, processing the euphoric but equally shockingly spontaneous sexual encounter in your minds.

Suddenly, the ship’s cargo bay lit up somewhat brighter with re-ignited power as the electrical unit’s interface before your face in the now heated, cramped room now unexpectedly read:

‘All output systems regulated. Maintenance issue resolved’

Your face twisted in confusion as you wondered how you could’ve possibly fixed the ships wiring issue during all of the prior moments yourself and Din just shared. Then it hit you like a brick wall, as you began to realise in all your shuddering movements and heavenly driving towards pleasure, the two of you must’ve knocked the misplaced wires back into the correct areas and output ports. Smirking somewhat, you panted out to the Mandalorian whose body still pressed closely against yours,

“Look, I fixed the problem after all.”

However, chuckling into your right ear as his helmet still remained perched atop your shoulder, Din slyly responded,

“I fixed the other growing problem we were having- it’s called teamwork.”

You blushed somewhat, remembering how you caused the Mandalorian’s and your own arousal in such a sticky situation, of which ironically was now even stickier as the warrior’s cum still inched down your thighs.

“W-wait, Din... how are we actually going to get out of here now?”

You suddenly questioned, all too aware of the awkward positioning you know both found yourselves stuck in, snugly yet all-too-intimately slotted against each other’s like a bizarre jigsaw puzzle.

All you were met with was silence.

This was going to be interesting.