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Din Djarin Kinktober 2021 Day One: Face-sitting (Din Djarin x F!Reader Smut)

Summary: The first day of my Din Djarin Kinktober 2021 featuring face-sitting.

Word Count: 1,417

Warnings: SMUT! IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, DNI! Face-sitting, oral sex (f-recieving)

A/N: So I have decided to do a Kinktober this year and I’m really excited! I hope to keep up with this and post daily, though I realize that might not happen due to my extremely busy schedule. Regardless of whether or not I post every single day in October, the full prompt list featured in the masterlist WILL get done. I am willing it into reality! Anywho, if you would like to be added to the taglist specifically for my Din Djarin Kinktober 2021, just let me know!

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“I missed you so much,” Din murmured into your skin between kisses. His lips trailed down your face until they met the junction of your jaw and neck; breath hot and scruff rubbing against the sensitive skin. “Sorry it took so long.”

“I’m just glad you’re home,” you whimpered when he nipped at your earlobe. He had been gone for three weeks on a hunt that should have only taken a week and a half at most. He was long overdue. “Missed you too.”

The feeling of Din’s grin in the crook of your neck accompanied by his “How much?” sent shivers down your spine. His hands distracted you as they trailed down your sides, warm and present and incredibly hard to ignore. 

“How much, pretty girl?” Din gripped your hips tight, repeating his question. 

“L-lots.” you could barely form the simple sentence — his touch rendering you speechless.

“I think you can do better than that,” his hand sneaked past the waistband of your pants and into your underwear, fingers skimming over the mound of curls. His mouth kept working at your neck, distracting you even more from answering him.

Rather than giving him a verbal reply, your smaller hand moved to rest on his larger one that was currently inching closer and closer to where you needed him most. His hands felt rough under your own as you guided him down to where you have been dripping since he stepped onto his ship.

Din’s fingers had barely grazed over your clit when the sound of his deep chuckle reverberated around the interior of the ship. “That much, pretty?”

Your hand was still resting over his while you guided his movements, his fingers dipping further into your slick until you guided them back to your clit. The little shock of pleasure deep in your stomach was just the thing you needed to snap yourself out of your stupor. “Din, please. I’ve been waiting for so long.”

He pulled away from your neck and placed a tender kiss to your forehead — an act so gentle and polar to the way his fingers dipped into you at the same moment. “I can’t make my girl wait any longer. Strip.”

You silently obeyed and removed the articles of clothing from your body in haste. After three weeks of not being with him, you were more than ready — you were so wet that you were positive that he would be able to slide right in with no problem. 

When you looked up, you noticed that Din was sitting on the cot tucked in the corner of the hull with his armor still on, sans the beskar helmet he only takes off around you. “Why aren’t you naked?”

Din gave you a crooked smile and reached out a hand for you, calling you back home into his arms. “I wanted to try something new. Do you trust me?”

You were already nodding your head before he even finished his sentence — you trusted Din with your life. His hand gripped yours and yanked you into his grasp; the other hand reaching up to tangle in your hair so he could pull your lips to his for a kiss. He tasted of the rations you routinely packed for him when he left for hunts and smelled of blaster residue and sweat — a scent that was uniquely him. Din wastes no time in deepening the kiss while trailing hands down your naked back before resting on your bottom, giving the plump flesh a squeeze. 

The kiss grew in passion and Din laid down on the cot and tugged you on top of him until you were straddling his waist. His hands rested firmly on your hips and slowly pulled you up his body. Hovering over his beskar-covered chest, you had to break away not only for air but because the angle was too difficult to maintain. Din continued to tug you upwards until he was able to snake his arms under your thighs and bring you closer. 

“What are you doing?” You had to reach out for the walls of the ship in order to stabilize yourself or else you would have fallen forward from the quick movement of Din.

“Trying something new,” he simply responded before kissing the inside of your thigh. Shivers raked their way down your body and you could feel your temperature rising once you realized what he wanted you to do.

“Din, you don’t have to.” you felt like you needed to say it before you slipped too far into pleasure and your mind turned to mush.

“I know I don’t have to, pretty girl,” Din nipped at your thigh to pull your attention back to his face. He looked so beautiful from this angle — chocolate curls splayed across the pillow, hooked nose mere inches from where you needed him most, brown eyes meeting yours to convey his next sentiment. “I want to.”

Before you could even answer, Din was tugging your hips down until you rested on his face. Heat seared your system as Din slowly licked through your slit, gathering your arousal and humming at the tang. A gasp was caught in your throat and Din’s hands gripped your hips even tighter while he glided your pussy forward until the hook of his nose brushed against your clit. Your legs involuntarily clasped around the sides of his head and Din chuckled, big hands rubbing circles into the muscles surrounding your hips while guiding your movements to a slow roll.

You could feel Din grinning against your soaked pussy when your hands tangled themselves into his thick locks. Taking control of your movements, you slowly rolled your hips down and over Din’s hot mouth. His tongue delved into your heat, licking and making obscene noises that would make even the most experienced person blush. The curved ridge of his nose only added to the pleasure with every forward glide, nudging against your clit. 

Once you had a rhythm, the spark of pleasure in your belly erupted into a mighty flame of heat and passion. There was something so submissive — almost demeaning and immoral in nature — of having the Mandalorian under you and using the one feature he refuses to share with anyone else but you to get yourself off. And he liked it. You had glanced over your shoulder and noticed that sometime during your lust-induced haze, Din had freed his cock from its restraints and was now proudly standing at attention and swollen with desire. The bead of precum that dribbled down his length was so tempting that you couldn’t help yourself when you reached behind and took his hot cock in hand. 

Din groaned underneath you and turned his head to the side. “Mesh’la, no — this is about you.” 

You could barely comprehend what he had said because when he turned his head to nip at your thigh, the scruff along his jaw had brushed your clit just right and lust had picked you up and thrown you over the edge. Before you knew it you were cumming and bearing down on his face while your thighs squeezed his ears. The hand that was still tangled in his locks gave them a hard tug as did the hand that was wrapped around his cock. 

A primal snarl ripped through Din’s chest when he came all over his stomach and your back. You could feel his cum dripping down the small of your back and ass. You were certain that his tight grip on your hips would leave purple and blue marks in the morning but you could care less as Din lapped at your weeping cunt. 

Eventually you came down from your high and rolled off Din and onto your stomach; mindful of his cum drying on your back that you didn’t want to get on the sheets. Resting your cheek on your arm, you looked at Din whose eyes were screwed tight and chest heaved with exertion. The low light of the hull just barely picked up the light sheen of your release that painted his face. You reached out a hand and cupped his jaw, turning him so that his eyes met yours. The mocha coloring of his irises appeared more prominent as the lust in his eyes slowly faded away. 

“Just give me a moment, pretty thing,” Din sucked in a gulp of air before giving you a wicked grin. “You’re going for another ride.”

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