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honeyedmiller · 2 years ago

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Where You Belong | Din Djarin

pairing: din djarin x f!reader

warnings: violence, cursing, angst, extreme vulnerability, mild mind manipulation, some fluff, smut, mentions of death and murders, some depictions in this one shot are completely inaccurate from the star wars universe (especially with the mandalorian creed & jedi code). 18+, minors dni.

word count: 10.6k

synopsis: Din has crossed paths with a particular Jedi way too often for his liking, and to make matters worse for him, he gets paired with said Jedi on a lethal mission. But, sometimes, unlikely pairs just... belong.

divider by @saradika 🖤

He saw you.

He saw the way you effortlessly walked into any place. He saw the way you conversed with people so easily, your charming looks and dazzling smile wooing everyone you come into contact with. He saw the way your ivory robe draped over your body, the brown belt and ivory pants showing off your lovely curves. He saw the way your brown boots made your legs look like they went on for miles. How your hair was always in a secure braid on your head, a hair never out of place except for a few loose strands in the front. How your light saber was always secured to your hip, ready to use at any moment's notice. He saw the way you followed your Jedi Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, around aimlessly. How you were always so obedient to him, like the good Jedi you were.

He saw you. He wish he didn't.

Mandalorians and Jedis were known not to be the best of friends, but you yourself never had a problem with one.

You'd crossed paths with him several times, always noticing his glinting beskar armor. Words were never said, but you always gave him a curt nod, a ghost of a smile playing on your lips. You did it every time you saw him. It never failed.

This time, you met at the cantina in Tatooine. It was unexpected, as per usual, but you felt Din's presence before you even stepped foot into the grimy place. You straightened up your posture, wanting to come off as more intimidating than you probably were, and held your head high. As soon as you followed behind Obi-Wan, the cantina went silent.

All eyes were on you two, including the Mandalorian who was sitting at a table across from Greef Karga, probably giving him more bounties to catch.

Obi-Wan looked at you and softly smiled.

"Get yourself a drink. You deserve to rest." The Master had taken notice in your extra hard work toward your training recently. He knew you'd make a fine Jedi Master one day.

You took a seat at the bar, noticing everyone finally resuming business as normal as the volume level of the cantina was loud again. The band was about to play a song, and conversation was in full swing.

"What can I get you, Jedi?" Wuher, the bartender, asks you with a raised brow.

You softly flash him a smile, "Spotchka, please." You hummed as he started on your drink. Your eyes scanned the cantina once more, noticing Obi-Wan chatting with Greef this time around. Mando was nowhere to be seen.

"So what's a Jedi doing in a cantina on Tatooine?" A modulated voice rung behind you, making you gasp. You spin around in your chair, and sure enough, the tall, broad man with blinding armor stood before you. You look up at his visor to where you assume his eyes would be.

Hearing him talk to you for the first time had your heart murmuring a few beats. You couldn't show him he'd flustered you though, because a Jedi? Flustered by none other than a Mandalorian? Unheard of.

"Master Kenobi had some business." You answer bluntly, shrugging your shoulders as you spin around again once Wuher put the spotchka in front of you. You graciously thanked him and took a sip of the glowing blue drink.

It was only until then that you heard coos of a baby, causing your body to whirl around in the stool again. You noticed the green baby in a floating crib next to the Mandalorian.

You had a staring contest with the green creature who resembled awfully close to great Jedi Master Yoda.

"He's with you?" You questioned the armored man, and he curtly nodded. "The Force is strong with him. Be careful." You chuckled, crossing a leg over another.

"He's a Jedi?" Mando asks, confusion laced in his modulated voice.

You were hesitant to answer. "Not necessarily. I can just feel a strong presence within him. The Force... it's prominent." You offer Mando a tight-lipped smile, and you were about to turn in your chair again when Greef and Obi-Wan stood before you.

"Mando, y/n," Greef greeted, and you both looked at him.

Y/n. Y/n. Din kept repeating your name in his head, briefly thinking that it was a very fitting and pretty name before Greef spoke again.

"We have important matters to discuss." Your face was emotionless as you instantly stood from the stool, eyes snapping from Obi-Wan's, to Greef's, to Mando's visor. You left credits on the bar top for your drink, which was barely even touched.

"Perhaps in a more private area." Obi-Wan added, causing you to furrow your brow. You wordlessly followed the men outside of the cantina, getting many looks from the common locals. It must've been so odd seeing two Jedi, an expeditor, a Mandalorian and a little green creature moving through the bustling village.

You five stuck out like a sore thumb, and the attention made you uncomfortable. Still, you walked with them as Obi-Wan and Greef led you to what looked like a private house.

Greef motioned for you and Mando to sit, but neither of you made the move to do so.

"What's this about?" Mando broke the silence, getting annoyed at the mystery lingering in the air.

"There's no easy way to put this, but," Obi-Wan sighed, looking at you with sincere, regretful eyes, "We need you two to go on a mission together."

Your eyebrows shot up in complete surprise.

"What?"

"Not happening."

You and Mando spoke simultaneously, looking at the two men standing before you in disbelief.

"I don't need to be responsible to look after another being," Mando starts, "My kid is already a handful."

His kid?

You look at him in disbelief, scoffing. "I can handle my own just fine, thank you very much." You were generally never rude, or had even sassed anyone for the matter, but Mando making you out to be someone who's incompetent irritated you.

"Y/n." Obi-Wan scolded your behavior, to which you uttered a 'sorry Master' in response.

"This is important. I'll triple your pay, Mando. More than what you would've gotten for the four fobs I gave you earlier." Greef tries to negotiate, and Mando is silent for a minute.

"Fine. What's the mission?" His leather gloves creak as he clenches his fists. Your eyes moved down to his clenched hands, then back up to Greef who deeply sighed.

"We need you both to work together to find Moff Gideon. We think he's trying to start an uprising to bring the Empire back into order." This made you perk up. Greef's eyes held worry in them.

"Gideon? I thought he was arrested by the New Republic." Your voice held confusion, to which Greef shook his head.

"He's escaped, and the New Republic hasn't been able to find him. They're asking for our help... even from you, Mando. They'll never bother you again if you're able to catch him." Greef looks at Mando, who hasn't moved a muscle in minutes.

The man could practically be a statue if his chest wasn't rising and falling with the breaths he took.

"One condition. What I say, goes." Mando's voice is stern, his helmet turning to look down at you.

Maker, why is he so tall?

You had the urge to scoff once again, but Master Kenobi's eyes were trained on you. He could probably sense your impending eye roll, but you held off for the sake of not wanting to be berated by Obi-Wan once again.

"Fine. Just one question, though," Your eyes shifted back to Obi-Wan and Greef, "Why us two?" Curiosity wasn't a common trait you carried, but this mission was dangerous. Sure, you were very skilled, quick to think and well-trained... but you weren't a Jedi Master. What could you've possibly brought to the table?

"It's a risky mission. Mando is a fantastic bounty hunter, but you bring in skills that would be feasible to catching Gideon. We know what you're capable of, y/n, and Master Kenobi has all the faith in you." Greef explains, and you humbly accept the high praise.

"Look, we know Jedis and Mandalorians don't get along too well, so that'll make people think there's no way an unlikely duo like yourselves would be working together." Master Kenobi looked between you and Din.

You nod to Master Kenobi, "Okay."

"Great. You'll both leave at dawn and head for Nevarro. We'll give you both supply for the ship, credits, and communication devices so we can all keep in touch when needed."

Dawn rolled around faster than anticipated. You five were all outside of Din's ship, ready to get going and leave Greef and Obi-Wan behind.

"Here's your bag. Tread lightly and make sure to use the Force." You take the bag from Obi-Wan, your eyes meeting his blue ones.

"Of course, Master." You bow your head to him, slinging the bag on your shoulder.

"Oh, and y/n?" Obi-Wan gently grips your arm, "I know you're ready for this. You've trained so well. But Maker, please be careful." You smile at him before pulling him into a hug. He hugged you back instantly, patting your back.

"Always, Master Kenobi. Always." You say, releasing him from your grip. He looked down at you like such a proud father.

"May the Force be with you." He calls out to you as you enter Mando's ship. You nod at him before the hatch to the ship closes, leaving a thick, awkward silence in the air between you, Mando, and the kid.

You offer Mando a tight-lipped smile before looking around the ship, which in all truthfulness, wasn't that well-kept. It was somewhat dirty on the inside, but you knew Mando only used it mainly just for flying purposes, so he didn't spend much time in here.

"Can I put my stuff somewhere?" You meekly ask, gesturing to the bag slung around your shoulder. Mando stayed silent as he analyzed you, before swiftly moving past you to open a sliding door not even ten feet behind you.

"Here." He says, and you nod curtly to him before putting the bag in the storage area.

"Thanks." You respond, and he mirrors your previous nod. He moves past you once again to climb up into the cockpit, starting up the ship and entering the coordinates for Nevarro.

Nerves ran through your system in a flash. You've never been to Nevarro. You figured you'd be a bit safer, though, since you had a brave Mandalorian with loads of weapons by your side.

How odd, you thought. Never in a million years did you think you'd be sent on a galaxy-altering mission, let alone with a Mandalorian.

Sounds of cooing broke you from your thoughts, and the kid was at your feet looking up at you. You smiled at him as he raised his arms up to you, and you carefully picked him up.

"Hey there, little guy." You let his three-fingered hand wrap around your index finger, shaking it as a greeting.

"I'm y/n. What's your name?" Your smile doesn't leave your face; not even when you feel the ship take off into hyperspace. The sound of boots clinking down a ladder rung throughout the hull, but you didn't look in the Mandalorian's direction.

"His name is Grogu." The modulated voice spoke, and your eyes briefly looked from Mando to the kid.

"Grogu." You repeat, and the kid starts smiling and babbling.

"Seems that he likes you." Mando said, and you look up at the armored man.

"Well I'd hope so, because we're gonna be roomies for awhile." Sarcasm dripped from your voice, causing Din to roll his eyes unbeknownst to you.

"Funny." He retorts, and you smile.

Din's breath hitched in his throat at the sight of it. Your smile was something he became quickly fond of seeing.

"So, how far away is Nevarro from here?" You question, keeping your focus on Grogu.

"Pretty far. A few day's trip, since it's on the other side of the Outer Rim." Mando's curt with his words, and you look up at him. You nod, licking your bottom lip.

"What's the plan, then?"

"Plan? What plan?" He tilts his helmet to the side, and you furrow your brows.

"What do you- The plan to catch Gideon, Mando." You were dumbfounded, and your voice portrayed it.

"I usually never have plans, I just go out and catch the bounties. Simple." Mando shrugs, and your lips form into a tight line.

"Okay." Was all you say before setting Grogu down, and he whined in response. Grogu loved being in your arms. You two were connected by the Force, and he felt it just as much as you did.

You weren't going to start an argument with Mando about a plan, mainly because you were going to be stuck with him for awhile and you didn't need the awkward tension in the ship.

"Are you, uh, hungry?" His helmet looks down at you intently.

"A little, but I think I'm just going to sleep for a bit. Is it okay if I sleep on the floor here?" You look around, trying to find a comfy spot to rest your head. It was still so early and you barely got any sleep the previous night, for obvious reasons.

"There's a cot to sleep on just in there," The Mandalorian nods his head through an entrance in the ship behind you, "You can sleep there."

"No it's okay, really, that's your bed. I don't want to impose." You're startled at how shy your voice sounds.

"We could always share the bed." Mando suggests, and your eyes snap back up to his visor.

"Wh-What?" You take a step back, not sure if you even heard him correctly.

A modulated chuckle rings through your ears, "I was just kidding, y/n. We don't even know each other." He shakes his head and bends down to pick up Grogu who was actively reaching his hands up to his caretaker, whining softly.

"Right," You clear your throat and run your tongue on your bottom lip once more, "I'm fine with just sleeping out here. Thanks for the offer, though." You move past him and grab a blanket from a makeshift shelf, settling into the corner of the ship. It actually wasn't as bad as you'd thought it would be. You were exhausted, so you knocked out in practically no time.

"Mando, this is so wrong. We shouldn't be doing this."

"Shh, just enjoy it pretty girl." A strong, leather-gloved hand slid up your bare torso, in between your sternum and up to wrap around your throat, giving a light squeeze. His other hand trailed down to your heat, rubbing you tenaciously, causing you to moan.

"P-please, Mando, don't stop." A raspy, modulated laugh cracked through the helmet.

"Look at you, pretty girl. So needy and desperate for me. Say I'm yours and I'll let you cum." He negotiated with you, his helmet tilting while enjoying the view below him. You were writhing beneath his touch, the pressure of his hand increasing.

"Maker, yes, Mando, I'm yours- I- I'm yours. Please, let me c-"

You gasp loudly, eyes shooting open as you look all around you. You weren't in the same spot on the floor you fell asleep on. You look down, noticing you were on the cot. Mando must've carried you from the floor to the bed. You huff in frustration, an aching heat between your legs.

What in Maker's name was that dream?

You get up from the bed, the ache even more prominent between your thighs. You needed relief, and Maker knows you've never done such a thing before, but no one had to know. You walk out from the bed area and go to your bag, digging out a change of clothes.

You spin around, gasping when you see Mando. How is he always sneaking up on you? You're a Jedi, you feel his presence... so why is it that he always makes you so jumpy?

"I, um, heard you groan a few minutes ago. Everything okay?" He's curious, and a shade of bright red covers your whole face.

"Yeah," You mutter, eyes not able to meet his visor, "Bad dream." You turn around and head to the shower, starting the water up. You made the temperature lukewarm, needing to cool down from that ridiculous dream— which still had you bothered down there. You'd never explored that area of yourself, but you were curious and desperate to get rid of the ache.

You moved your hand down your torso, the tips of your fingers feathering yourself once you reached your heat. You sucked in air sharply, eyes squeezing shut at the unfamiliar yet pleasurable feeling. You got more into it as time went on, soft moans leaving your mouth. You thought you were being quiet, but Mando could hear you clear as day.

The thought of you, a pure Jedi, touching yourself in his shower? It drove him absolutely wild. He stopped in front of the bathroom door at one point to tease you and ask if you were alright, but he decided against it. He didn't want to seem like a creep so he eventually left from the front of the door and up into the captain's chair again.

You felt such relief after your shower. Your hair was in a newly washed braid, clean clothes around your body, and slip-on shoes that kept your feet comfy. You put your stuff back in the storage area, climbing up to the cockpit.

"Hey," You softly say, causing Mando to look over his shoulder. His eyes scanned your body up and down, not being able to get the sound of your sweet moans out of his head. "Is it okay if I join you up here?" You ask, eyes darting to the empty co-pilot seat.

"Sure." You noticed he wasn't a man of many words, so from that point on you decided not to make much conversation with him, just for the sake of not bothering him.

You two sat in silence for what seemed like hours. The only noise was the buzzing of hyperspace and Grogu's soft snores. You were starting to dose yourself, until Mando broke the silence.

"So, how long have you been training as a Jedi?" He asks, swiveling the chair so it now faced you. Your body was slumped in the seat, arm on the armrest with your hand propping your head up.

"Since I was a youngling." You simply answered, wondering if you should give him a brief background history on yourself. You might as well, since you were going to be spending a lot of time with him.

"Obi-Wan took me in as his own. There's not many of us left, and he almost didn't want to train me, for good reason," You trail off, eyes shifting to the floor. The stories of the once great Jedi, Anakin Skywalker, filled your head.

Obi-Wan was truthfully terrified to ever train someone again, because he didn't want the same thing to happen. But, the Empire fell and the New Republic took over, which truthfully flooded him with relief. He'd taught you mostly everything he knew, which you would forever be grateful for.

You knew Anakin wanted more power, to protect what was his from the stories you've heard. Obi-Wan knew you didn't want that. However, you were curious about things of a lighthearted nature, such as relationships and allowing yourself to give into the feeling of love. It was highly frowned upon for a Jedi to be in a relationship or have relational feelings for someone, because relationships could lead to fear, and fear led to the path of the dark side.

Though, Anakin did want to protect his beloved Padmé, his need and want for power made him truly lose sight of what a true Jedi is, and eventually himself as a person.

You'd never forget their story. Obi-Wan confided in you one warm summer evening on Naboo, and the story brought you to tears.

You look back at Mando, who was analyzing your features. He noticed you dozed deep in thought, and naturally, he was curious as to what had you looking so anguished. You took a deep breath as you offered the armored man a small smile.

"When's the last time someone saw your face?" You said in a light tone, wanting to shift the subject away from yourself. Mando didn't respond for awhile. You almost thought he didn't hear you, and you became a little embarrassed. Was it too personal of a question?

"Since before I became a foundling." He finally answered, and you nodded your head ever so slightly in understanding.

"The Creed is as serious as it sounds then, huh?” You’re playful with your words, probably testing the waters with Mando more than you should be.

He let out a light chuckle at your choice of words, “Something like that.” Was all he said before the cockpit was overruled with silence once more.

Your trip came to a brief halt, as Mando arrived on a planet you didn’t know of. He said it was to get some ‘fresh air’ before you both arrived to Nevarro, but you knew it was to give each other space.

It’s not that you two were annoying each other— it was the complete opposite. Being in such a confined space with each other was driving you both wild. You both would purposefully brush against each other in the most subtle way, just enough for the other to notice. You’ve even had a few stare-offs, with heady eyes coming from your end. He’d always tilt his helmet and look down at you, the close proximity becoming unbearable.

But, neither of you made a move to fully touch one another.

You, because you shouldn’t. You know you shouldn’t. You wanted to though. That dream you had drove you wild and the aching need for Mando to touch you was growing stronger every minute you were in his presence.

Him, because he was too proud to admit that he felt the tension. He was trying so hard to ignore the way his hands would slightly twitch with yearning every time you were close to him. He tried to stop himself from admiring your beauty, but he couldn’t. In his eyes, you were simply the most beautiful in the galaxy.

You stepped foot onto the grassy, green planet with Grogu tucked to your left hip. You look around at the beautiful greenery, admiring its peacefulness and tranquility. Grogu was babbling and cooing constantly at you, which made you smile as you let him down onto the ground. The grass was plush beneath your boots. You kept a close eye on the kid as he ran, or waddled, in his case, to chase after a butterfly flying low to the ground. The sight made you giggle.

Mando watched you watching his son, and he cracked a genuine, show-stopping smile under the beskar. He wished you could see the look in his eyes when he looked at you. He didn’t know what it was about you that made him so smitten, but it’s as if something bigger than fatal attraction was drawing him to you. He’d never felt this way about anyone, and it fucking scared him.

In all truthfulness, he thought he’d never feel an attraction like this to anyone in his life. Ever. But then you come along, nearly flipping his world upside down without you even knowing it. The more he got to know you the past couple of days on the ship, the more he saw just how beautiful you really were— not just on the surface, but deep down inside as well.

“You’re awfully quiet today.” You tease Mando, lightly nudging his arm with your elbow. His helmet immediately looks down to you, a modulated chuckle ringing through your ears.

“Just a lot on my mind. That’s all.” He shrugs, not particularly wanting to admit that the ‘a lot’ part really just meant you.

You wanted to ask him what, but you decided against it. You nod at him nonetheless, offering him a small smile,

“What do you think about setting up camp here for the night? Get some fresh air and sleep, well, not on a cold metal floor.” Mando’s suggestion intrigues you, and you eventually nod.

“I’d like that.” You laugh, and you walk off to join Grogu as he chases after some more butterflies.

Nightfall came around much faster than you anticipated, so that left you and Mando scurrying to find some wood to burn for a fire. You two were sitting opposite of each other, the flames illuminating your face and his beskar armor. Grogu was fast asleep in his mobile pod, exhausted from chasing the pretty butterflies.

It’d been silent between you and Mando for at least an hour, probably pushing two. The only sounds were the fire crackling and the light breeze whooshing through the soft grass not too far from you. Your knees were brought to your chest, arms wrapped around your legs as your chin rested on your knees. You were staring at the fire, not thinking of anything in particular when Mando’s modulated voice broke the long silence.

“Is it true Jedi can do ‘mind tricks’ on people?” He asks, and although you can’t see his face, he’s analyzing you intently.

You lift your chin from your knees and laugh, wondering where he even heard that from.

“I wouldn’t necessarily call it mind tricks, but yes, we can. It takes a lot of concentration and will power to do it, though.” You offer Mando a small smile, moving your legs so they’re now crisscrossed.

“What exactly does it entail?” The curiosity in his voice is clear as day, and you honestly find it to be cute. No one’s ever really asked you about your ‘powers’ as a Jedi.

“We use the Force to make whomever comply to our own personal wishes. I’ve only ever done it one time, but it was to get someone to leave me alone.” You shrug, eyes never leaving Mando’s helmet.

Silence fell upon you two once more, but by now, you were used to it. Your eyes shifted back to the fire, your vision becoming blurry as you let the flame engulf it.

“Try it on me.” He finally speaks, and your head snaps up to look at him.

“What?” You’re wide-eyed, your voice coated with pure terror and surprise.

“Try it on me. I want to see what it feels like.” His voice is low, almost seductive. You swallow thickly, eyebrows furrowing.

“What exactly do you want me to make you do?” Your mouth goes completely dry as he moves closer to you. He’s now sitting in front of you, his knees touching yours as he copies your current position and sits crisscrossed as well.

“What’s something you’ve wanted me to do?” He turns the question back to you, helmet tilting to the side. He had an inkling of what your answer might be, but he wanted you to say it out loud.

Your eyes were anywhere but his helmet, teeth gnawing on your bottom lip. You were nervous. Nervous about the proximity between you two, nervous that he could probably see right through you, and nervous that if you allowed yourself to answer truthfully to his question, there’d be no turning back.

Your mind went back to the dream you had. The way his hands touched you… you wanted to be a reality. You wanted to feel it first hand, not just fantasize about it.

You finally looked back up at his visor, and your voice came out so small you thought he probably couldn’t even hear you. “Touch me.” Is all you said, and he stills. Maker, did you say the wrong thing? The silence was deafening at this point and you wanted to run off and hide back in the Razor Crest.

Eventually, Mando nods. “Okay.” Was all he said. You sigh and close your eyes, focusing yourself to the Force.

You open your eyes once more, and with a small wave of your hand, you speak aloud, “I want you to touch me.”

“You want me to—” Mando starts, but it doesn’t resonate with his mind. Either you weren’t concentrating hard enough, or he was trying to fight it.

You said it again with a little more force. “I want you to touch me, Mando.”

“You want me to touch you.” He says, and his hands immediately reach for you. He straightens out his legs and yanks you onto his lap. You gasp at the sudden movement, stabilizing yourself as you straddle him. His large hands graze your sides, sending goosebumps down your spine.

One of his hands moves to your front, grazing over your ivory robe. His hand skates over one of your breasts, down your sternum, your stomach, and eventually, stops right before the waistband of your pants. You want to whimper, but you hold yourself back from doing so. It was already bad enough that you were so desperate for this man.

“Can I?” He asks, and you hesitate for a moment. This was so wrong. You knew you weren’t supposed to be doing this. But, temptation took over your body as you just nodded your head yes. He moved his hand away from you to take off his leather glove. His hand moved back to you, lifting your robe out of the way before finding the waistband of your pants once more. Your skin was hot, wanting and needy for his touch.

He slowly slipped his hand into your pants, grazing his fingertips over your clothed core. You groaned at the sensation, your skin igniting as his touch sent jolts down your body. Soon after, he dipped his hand into your underwear.

He felt how wet you were for him, and he’d barely even touched you. The thought of that made his length twitch in his pants, and you felt him grow rock solid against your thigh.

He started to rub pressurized circles around your most sensitive nerves, causing you to buck your hips. You whimper out in desperation, not caring at this point that you went back on your own word. His touch felt so good. You wanted more. You started to rock your hips against his hand, creating some friction.

“Oh, Mando.” The sigh fell from your lips, your arms wrapping around the back of his covered neck.

“That’s it, pretty girl.” He coaxed, the pant in his breath becoming louder with the modulator.

No one had ever touched you before, let alone like this, so you relished in the feeling of pleasure. Soon enough, a warm, taunting sensation started to stir deep within you. It was the same feeling you felt after you touched yourself in the shower on the Razor Crest.

You ground your hips harshly against his fingers, aching for sweet release.

“Does that feel good?” Mando’s voice was raspy and dangerously low, as if he’d ruin the moment if he spoke any louder.

“Maker, Mando, yes. So– oh, so good.” You’re struggling to even think coherently at this point.

The sound of your slickness against his fingers could be heard now, and it turned Mando on even more. He wanted so badly to be buried in you and have you convulse and flutter around him, but he was a patient man. When you were ready… all in good time.

“Mando I’m—” before you could even finish, an orgasm washed over you and you buried your face into the crook of his covered neck as you moaned in relief. Your hips stuttered as the pressure lightened, causing you to fall slack against his body. His hand hesitantly left your pants, and he held both your hips steady as you tried to even out your breath.

“Let me– let me take care of you.” You whisper, moving your face from his neck. You look down at his visor, then down to the imprint of his length in his pants.

“Are you sure?” He asks you, surprise laced in his modulated voice.

“Yes. Just be patient with me… I’ve never done this before.” You’re desperate to hear his moans, maybe even call out your name in a breathy manner. He curtly nods his helmet, and you start working at the buckle of his pants.

Your eyes dart over to Grogu, who’s still fast asleep. Mando’s eyes follow yours, and he clicks a button on his wrist that causes the pod to quietly close. You focus your attention back on your hands— which were still trembling terribly— down to the buckle of his pants, which you eventually got undone. He lifted his hips so you could pull them down slightly. Next came his underwear. You were so nervous, but you wanted to do this. You wanted to make him feel good, just as he did for you not even a few minutes ago.

One of your hands buries itself underneath his black tunic, coming into contact with his warm, tan skin. The other one grabs the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down so his length was finally free. Your eyes widen at his size, swallowing thickly.

Mando puts both of his hands on your shoulders. “Hey, look at me,” he whispers, and you look up at his visor which only reflected your terrified expression, “You don’t need to do this if you don’t want to.” His glove-free hand moves up to your cheek, and you melt into his touch. His thumb grazes back and forth ever so gently.

“No, I want to.” Your voice is meek, but you get your point across. He nods at you and drops his hand from your cheek to one of your own hands, covering it with his. He guides it to his length, wrapping your hand around it. He starts to move your hand up and down, letting you feel exactly how tight he wants your hand around him.

He groans as you start to get the hang of it, moving his hand away from yours as you start to pump him on your own. Your thumb glazes over his sensitive tip, causing him to twitch. You bit your lip and look up at him, wanting to taste him.

You lower your head so your mouth is near his tip, “Can I?” You mimic his words from earlier, and this time, he was the one nodding yes. You look down at the pink, swollen flesh as you lower your head down even further until your soft lips reach his tip.

Mando groans, grabbing onto your braid. You start to take him in your mouth slowly, careful to avoid accidentally hitting him with your teeth. You feel the urge to gag, not used to the sensation whatsoever. You come up for air to control your breaths, then move your head back down. Your concentration is solely on him now. You make sure to breathe through your nose before taking him deeper into your mouth once more.

After a few minutes, you start to move your head up and down his silky flesh. Mando’s quiet curses are enough motivation to take him in even deeper. You’re using your hand for what your mouth can’t fit, but you’ve finally got the hang of a steady rhythm.

“Maker, that’s it. That’s it pretty girl, just like that.” He praises you, stirring a hot sensation in the pit of your core.

You moan against him, causing him to buck his hips up and start thrusting into your mouth. You squeeze your lips around him, and that was enough to tip him over the edge. A string of curse words, mixed with your name, left as a groan from his mouth as he orgasmed.

The warm liquid coating your throat made you want to gag, but you swallowed anyway.

You lifted your head, wiping your bottom lip with your thumb as he tucked his length back into his underwear and jeans, doing the buckle up once more. You did the same with your pants, the wetness of your underwear making it almost uncomfortable to have on.

Your mind was running a million miles a minute, so many questions sorting through your head.

What did I just do?

Will this affect the mission?

This is extremely against the Jedi Code…

You stand up and clear your throat, legs still a little shaky from your orgasm. “Im gonna, um, go meditate for a minute.” You walk away from him, not looking back to see his helmet tilt at you.

You pad your way into the soft grass, sitting down once more in a crisscrossed style. You rest your extended arms on your legs, closing your eyes as you breathe in and out slowly. You needed to clear your head. Your attraction to Din was becoming too much, and you were so fearful that it would lead to much darker things.

You were not going to end up like Anakin Skywalker.

No matter how much you were attracted to Din, who’ve which you have yet to even see his face (and probably never will for that fact), you had to force your emotions away. The last thing you needed was to lose sight of being a true Jedi.

You were so deep into your own thoughts and meditation, the sound of grass rustling made your eyes snap open in panic. You stood up quickly and reached for your lightsaber, turning it on. The green plasma glowed brightly and illuminated a tiny Grogu staring up at you. Din wasn’t far behind him.

“Oh, Grogu. You startled me.” You sigh, the green of your saber now reflecting off of Din’s armor.

“Didn’t mean to. He was curious of your whereabouts.” The modulated voice said, and you look up at his visor as you switch off your saber, nothing but the very faint glow of the fire illuminating the area now.

“Listen, we should probably get back onto the Crest. Let’s just get this mission over with.” Your voice was steady, but on the inside, you wanted to cry. You’ve trained for so long to learn detachment and to become one with the Force, and then this Mandalorian comes along and quite literally bewitches you.

“Uh- right, yeah, okay.” Din turns to the side with his hand away from him to signal for you to walk first. You brush past him, beginning your not-so-long journey back to the Razor Crest. You were dreading the rest of the ride to Nevarro.

Nevarro was an eerily dark, quiet planet. You two were headed to Nevarro city, where Din's tracking fob told you both that's where Moff Gideon was. You felt his presence on the planet, too. He was close. Din had called in a favor to a friend of his to watch after the kid while you two did this mission, so he wouldn't be in harm's way.

The walk there was going to take about two hours, and on the way there, Din was telling you that Mandalorians would gather there, including himself, but were quickly moved out by Moff Gideon and his clan.

“So this is more than just a mission for you.” It was more of a statement than a question, but the Mandalorian nodded nonetheless.

“Yes. My people deserve to have this territory back,” He sighs, looking down at you. “Look, about the other night…” He pauses, looking for the right words to say, “Did I do something wrong? Or upset you?” You’d never heard him speak with such uncertainty before.

You looked down at the volcanic ground beneath your feet as you walked. “No. It wasn’t you. It’s me.” You finally answer, and he stops walking. You two were standing quite literally in the middle of nowhere, the hot air of the planet whipping across your face.

You could tell by his body language and how close he’d gotten to you that he wanted an explanation. It’s honestly the least you owed him, since you’d been acting so strange around him since that night you two got intimate.

“One of the first things you learn when you’re a youngling becoming a Padawan, is that attachment is forbidden. It can lead to rash decisions, which can eventually lead to the path of the dark side. It happened once to a very powerful Jedi, who eventually turned dark and became a Sith Lord.” Your voice was shaking, and your eyes looked everywhere but Din’s visor.

Din stayed silent, waiting for you to continue. “Look, Mando—”

“Call me Din.” His voice is a whisper.

“Din— I like you. A lot. I don’t know what it is, but being with you in your presence this past week has made me feel things for someone I’ve never felt in my life, and it absolutely terrifies me. I just– I just feel it. I don’t know, I probably sound stupid saying this.” You finally have the courage to look back up at him.

You stay in that position for what seems to be an eternity. Then, it’s all as if it’s a blur— he reaches both of his hands on his helmet, a pressurized hissing being released as he starts to lift it up.

You gasp, panic coursing through your body as you snap your eyes shut quickly. “Din, what are you doing? Your creed, you can’t—”

“I want you to know that this is as real for me as it is for you. Ever since I first set eyes on you, I’ve felt drawn to you. Every planet I’ve been to, I’d hoped you were there with your Master just so I could see your beautiful face,” Din’s voice without modulation was heavenly. It was deep and steady, but soft enough to make you swoon. “Open your eyes. Please.” He pleaded, and everything in you was telling you to keep them closed.

“You’ll become an apostate, Din. I can’t.” Tears well up, stinging behind your closed eyes.

“My Creed means as much to me as your Jedi Code does to you. For years, I've seen you. Getting to really know you within the time allotted on this journey has made me want to open up my heart to you, and only you. Please, open your eyes." He grabs both sides of your face gently after setting his helmet down.

His vulnerability was making him so uncomfortable, but for you, he'd do it over and over again. He spoke his next words in such desperation,

"I want you to see me too."

Finally, you slowly allowed your eyes to flutter open. Your eyes stare at his chest plate, then slowly move up to the beautiful man standing before you. You gasp softly in surprise, scanning the features of his face.

He had dark brown locks that looked soft to the touch, a crinkle in his brow from being worrisome in this very moment, dark brown eyes that looked right into your soul, a beautifully sculpted nose, a mustache right above his perfectly plush-looking lips which were currently parted, and very little stubble on his strong jaw.

"You're so beautiful." You whisper, reaching up to touch his face. He melts into your touch, sighing as his eyes closed fore a brief second before opening again.

"You won't end up like him." Din's sureness in his voice gives you some hope.

"I know I won't it's just- this, right here, is all so new to me. I've never given in to someone like this. But you, well—I just feel the Force drawing me to you. It's like I can't stay away no matter how hard I try." You're exhausted with the back-and-forth that your mind has been going through the past few days.

He's quick to lean down and brush his nose against yours, "So don't." He whispers, finally capturing your lips in his. The power you felt kissing this man was ethereal. Your hands moved up to his back of his head, nimble fingers gripping his soft locks to push his head closer to yours.

It's a feeling of sweet relief for both of you to kiss each other with such urgency. You part from him reluctantly, resting your hands on his chest plate. A small smile plays at his lips as he looks down at you.

"Put your helmet back on before someone else can accidentally see you." You softly say, causing him to chuckle. He does as he's told, and you two continue on foot. It wasn't long before you arrived to Nevarro City. Stormtroopers were guarding the entrance, as Obi-Wan had communicated to you less than ten minutes ago. You and Din had to find a way to sneak around them, or, just kill them.

You both chose the latter. Your lightsaber easily went right though one stormtrooper's body, as Din's blaster shot through the other. You both hid behind buildings quietly until you spotted the cantina, where Moff Gideon was.

Everything suddenly got quiet. Too quiet. You looked up at Din who held one finger to his helmet, signaling you to be completely quiet and still. You curtly nod your head, eyes scanning the perimeter.

Suddenly, you felt a blaster being pushed into your back. You look at Din, who had a guard behind him as well, and they both led you into the cantina. Gideon was standing there with a bemused expression.

You clench your jaw and look around, scanning your eyes around the room. There were more than a dozen guards and creatures with all kinds of weapons. You and Din were clearly outnumbered. Your eyes shift back to Gideon as he began to speak.

"A Mandalorian and a Jedi? That's unheard of," His boisterous laugh filled the cantina, making you become irritated. "If you're here to take your territory back, Mandalorian, you're just wasting your time."

Din's gloves creak as he clenches his fists, clearly agitated as well by the man standing in front of both of you.

"What, nothing to say?" Gideon tests Din, looking between the both of you. Din tilts his helmet and reaches for his blaster, and you mimic his moves as you reach for your saber.

Gideon's face turns stone-cold at your actions, "Kill them." Was all he said before everything turned into a complete blur once again.

All you remember is that you're blocking blaster rays left and right with your saber, the green plasma slicing through several bodies without even a second to think about what was happening. You and Din were now back-to-back, moving your saber fluidly to ward off anyone who tried to get near you.

In the midst of the chaos, Gideon tried to run out of the cantina unseen, but you saw him leave swiftly.

"Mando, Gideon's getting away!" You shout, and he motions for you to go after him.

"Go! I'll be there shortly." He's fighting off a storm trooper, and you take your saber and slide it right through his gut before he drops lifelessly on the floor. You nod at Din, running off in the direction Gideon went.

One advantage of being a Jedi in times like this was the fact that you were trained to be so light on your feet, so the surprise factor of your presence was always unpredictable.

You spot Gideon running through the street, and you tread as fast as you can after him. He turns and reaches a dead end down an alley, facing you once he realizes he has nowhere to go.

"Give it up, Moff Gideon." Your stare is deadly, catching Gideon by surprise.

"And what is Jedi scum like you going to do exactly? You can't take me on your own." His taunts only motivate you further to end this once and for all.

"Try me." You light your saber up, the green plasma glowing through the dark alley.

"Gladly." He pulls something from his hip, and he lights it up. You're taken aback.

It's the dark saber.

You'd only heard about such a saber, but never seen it in person. How in the Maker’s galaxy did a man like Gideon possess such a weapon?

You're pulled from your erratic thoughts as he charges toward you, his yell echoing off the walls of the buildings. You move quickly to duck his advances, swinging your saber to hit his. You do exactly what Master Kenobi taught you to do—move fluidly, focus on your target, and use the Force to guide you through the battle.

Both yours and Gideon's grunts were echoing through the alley, a light sheen of sweat now coating your forehead. All you could think about was wanting to end this so you could get back to Din.

Maker, you hope he's okay.

You turn quickly and bring your saber to Gideon, but he moved too unpredictably fast for you and brought the dark saber to your arm, burning a slash into your skin.

You yelped in agony, your skin feeling like it was boiling. You continued to block Gideon's moves, trying your best to ignore the heavy pain in your arm.

By all miracles in the galaxy, Din appeared behind Gideon unbeknownst to him. You kept warding him off, moving him backwards in Din's direction. Din didn't look like he had a single scratch on him, but he noticed your arm immediately. That was enough for him to sneak up behind Gideon and put him in a tight chokehold, holding the blaster to his head.

"It's over for you. Drop the saber. Now." Din's voice was loud, strangulating against the modulator. Gideon had the look of defeat in his eyes, and struggled to get out of Din's grip which only grew tighter around his neck with each move he made.

"I said drop it!" He yelled, causing Gideon to jump and drop it by accident. Din immediately kicked it over to you, and you picked up the sacred weapon.

"Should I bring him in warm? Or should I bring him in cold?" He questions you, tilting his helmet. The blaster pointed at Gideon's head hadn't moved even an inch.

"Let the New Republic deal with him." You breathed, hissing at the pain in your arm.

"Let's get you out of here." His voice was soft this time, moving the blaster back into its holster on his hip.

"Hold on." You say sharply, stepping toward Gideon. You pulled your fist back, sending it forward full force into contact with Gideon's cheek, knocking him out cold.

"'S what you get for calling me Jedi scum, you son of a Bantha." You shake your hand and walk past Gideon, who was now slack in Din's arm. Din chuckled and followed you back to the Razor Crest, ready to give Gideon over to the New Republic.

You, Din, and Grogu arrived on Naboo a few short days later to meet with Obi-Wan and Greef.

Obi-Wan gave you a hug as he saw you were alive and well, relief flowing through him. He had no doubt in his mind that you could capture Gideon, but he knew the mission was risky. He immediately saw the slash on your arm, which Din tried to tend to, but didn't have the proper things on his ship to heal the wound correctly.

"Come with me, I'll give you a bacta shot and wrap it for you." Master Kenobi offered, leaving Din and Greef to discuss other matters, which you're assuming included the hefty reward of credits he was promised.

You follow Master Kenobi into a florescent-lit room, and he had you sit on a chair as he rummaged for the bacta shot. He pulled it from the kit once he found it, and moved to sit on the stool in front of you. You rolled up your sleeve so the burn was visible. You knew it was going to leave a scar, but all that mattered to you was that it healed properly.

"You like him a great deal, don't you y/n?" Master Kenobi raises an eyebrow at you. You scan his face to find any indication of anger or worry, but there was none. You sigh, knowing he already knows the answer. There was no denying your feelings for the man in armor.

"Yes." You breathe, afraid to say anything more. You didn't know how Obi-Wan was going to react, so you wanted to keep your answers short and light.

"I see the way you look at him, you know." He injected the shot into your skin, causing you to wince. "You know it's against Jedi Code—"

You knew those dreaded words were coming so you began to ramble, "I know, Master, I just- I can't help it. It's like the Force just draws me to him. I—"

You were cut off by Obi-Wan raising his hand to stop you from speaking further.

"You didn't let me finish," He chuckled, "It's against the Code, but y/n, there's so little of us left. I know you don't have darkness in you. I know you're fearful of becoming someone like Anakin did, but I promise you, you won't. You have a good heart and a kind soul. You're patient, obedient to orders, and you're a great Jedi Knight. He was too, but you're nothing like him. Your temptation to be with the Mandalorian isn't for more power," He starts to wrap your wound properly with gauze, "I know you don't want more. You just want peace, and to peacefully love." He smiles at you, and it's like the weight of the whole galaxy was lifted off of your shoulders.

"Exactly, Master. The feeling I get with Mando... it- it doesn't make me fearful. It makes me fearless. I know he'd protect me with everything in him and vice versa. I'd still follow the Code and he'd still follow his Creed, but we'd do it together. He means a lot to me and being with him is something I'll never take for granted." Tears were falling from your eyes, making your Master chuckle slightly.

"I'd be a hypocrite if I told you you couldn't be with him, you know." His bemused expression surprised you.

"Master?"

"I too have had relations with a Mandalorian. Don't think you're the only one now." You look at him in shock as he laughs gutturally, and you join him shortly after.

"Wow, Master, I didn't know you had it in you." You nudge him with your good arm, and he smiles at you.

"Go be with him, unashamedly. You deserve to love, especially a good man like him." He puts his hand on your good arm, rubbing it up and down once before standing up. You follow him out to the main corridors once more, where Din and Greef still stood.

You made your way up to Din, not even thinking twice before bringing him in for a hug. You were careful not to touch any of his weapons or his jetpack. He looked down at you in shock, his body stilling before wrapping his arms around the tops of your shoulders so he avoided touching your wound. He rested his helmet on top of your head, and you two stayed like that for a few minutes.

Obi-Wan and Greef exchanged looks of pleasantries, deciding to leave you two on your own.

"The last room down the hall on the left is yours to stay in tonight, you two." Obi-Wan called out before he and Greef both exited the main corridor.

You look up at Din with knowing eyes, offering him a small smile before you take his hand in yours and lead him down the hall.

You two had settled into the lavish room rather quickly. It had a view of the calm waters outside of a balcony, who’s pillars were vined with red roses. The red against the blue waters was a beautiful contrast. Naboo was such a beautiful planet; you’d often wished you could stay here longer each time.

Your eyes shift to Din as he steps out of the steamy bathroom, a dark robe wrapped around his body as he approaches the huge bed. He makes himself comfy next to you, dark eyes scanning over your body which was clothed in a pink satin nightgown. The material hugged your curves in all the right places, making Din easily want to reach out and touch you everywhere.

He moves his face closer to yours, noses brushing as he pressed his soft lips to yours.

“Let me touch you… let me feel you. Please.” Din’s voice is like velvet, begging to let him make you feel good. He presses his lips to yours once more, one of his hands moving up to cup your cheek.

“Okay.” You agree against the kiss, nodding your head ever so slightly. He flashes you a breathtaking smile before moving his lips down to your neck, tongue poking out so it makes contact with your hot skin. You moan his name in a whisper as he moves his open-mouthed kisses down your collar bone, to your sternum, and over your clothed breasts.

He sits up again before looking down at you in adoration, making you nearly want to cry. You were so happy that you finally got your shot at a real relationship, and you didn’t have to push him away to avoid attachment.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice is soft as he reaches for the bottom of the satin nightgown, slowly moving the material up your hips, to your torso, and eventually, over your head. He drops the light material on the floor next to the bed, admiring your bareness from above.

He moved down to kiss both of your breasts, then moved down your torso before reaching the top of your matching panties. He looks up at you and offers you a lopsided grin before dipping his head down once more. His lips found their way to your thighs, kissing the inside in a feathery manner. His face was met with your clothed core, and he looked up at you with desire-filled eyes as he kissed you once there. You sharply inhaled, your fingers moving to his damp hair.

He hooked his fingers into the side of your panties, sliding them off your hips with ease. He dropped them down alongside the nightgown pooled on the ground. He was met with your bare core as he moved back between your legs, and he offered you one more kiss before he delicately licked up your folds.

You gasped at the foreign sensation, fingers gripping onto his hair tighter than before. He did the same gesture a few more times before completely attaching his mouth to you, praising your most sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue.

“Maker, Din, please-please don’t stop.” You moaned, feeling dizzy with pleasure coursing through your whole being.

He hummed against your core, only adding to the factor of pleasure you were experiencing. He started to flick his tongue around your most sensitive part, which was swollen with arousal. Din moved his arms to hook around your hips as you started to writhe beneath his mouth, grinding your hips into his tongue.

“You taste so good, pretty girl.” Din praises, and the familiar, hot sensation bubbles in your core. You whimper at the feeling, wanting to feel sweet release. Din’s tongue felt heavenly against you, and your impending orgasm was a result of that.

You finally reached your high, the sensation ripping through your body as your hips stuttered and toes curled. Your grip on his hair was tight, causing him to groan as he finished lapping up your orgasm.

He sat up, mustache and chin coated with your secretions. You pulled him down to smash your lips to his, tasting yourself on his tongue. Without breaking the kiss, you reach down Din’s robe to untie the string that was keeping the soft material closed around his body.

He shrugged it off when it became undone, adding it to the growing collection of clothing items on the floor. Your eyes scanned over his tan body. He was just so breathtaking.

You look him in the eyes, pulling him down to you once more before you kissed him with such passion. You wanted him to know how badly you wanted him without saying another word. He instantly got the message.

You two kissed feverishly for a few more minutes before he sat up again, lining up the tip of his length to your entrance. It was the first time for both of you—he knew to be gentle with you, and slow and steady for himself. It never dawned on you that both his Creed and your Code forbade you both from having such relations with others in such an intimate, passionate way. You were grateful to experience this first with Din.

He slowly pushed into you, a stinging sensation becoming prominent between your legs. You had to stop him for a second so you could adjust around his length. He kept inching into you after you told him you were okay, the feeling of you fluttering so tightly around him driving him crazy.

Eventually, he was buried in you. He moved down onto his elbows to capture your lips in his, making the moment all the more sweeter.

“Can I move?” He asks, brushing your hair—which wasn’t in a braid for once, and instead worn naturally—away from your face.

You’re so drunk on the fullness of him inside of you, you can’t even muster up a coherent agreement. Instead, you just opt to nod your head yes.

He slowly moves his hips back, the feeling of how tight you are making his head spin. You felt so damn good on him. He buries himself fully into you once more, dropping his head so his face resides in the crook of your neck.

When you were both comfortable, he eventually picked up the pace of his hips. Strings of moans came from both of you, the sound of hips lightly slapping together and lips smacking was all that filled the room.

“You feel so good. I’m so lucky.” Din moans, his mouth capturing yours once more. You wrap your legs around his hips as they snap against yours, another orgasm brewing inside of you. He felt his coming quickly, and he looked into your eyes.

“Cum with me, pretty girl.” Your body tipped over the edge once again, in sync with his as he kissed you, groaning into your mouth as you both came together.

You both were panting heavily as he reluctantly slipped out of you, plopping down on the bed in his rightful spot next to you. You look up at him through your lashes, eyes fluttering. You were both spent and just downright exhausted. Not only from the mission, but from giving yourselves to each other which you both, unbeknownst to you at the time, eventually promised to do over and over again for the rest of your lives.

Din pulled you to him, laying your head on his chest. His heartbeat was rapid, but yours matched his just the same. He wrapped you tightly into his warm arms, letting go not even being an option he’d think of.

This is exactly where you knew you were meant to be. You were meant to be right by Din’s side, in the safety of his arms. It’s what felt so right. It’s what would always feel right. It’s what you wanted for the rest of your living existence in this galaxy.

It’s where you belong.

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