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Running Your Mouth Part 2

Summary: It’s late one night, Grogu is safely asleep down in the hull, and you’re sitting in comfortable silence with Din in his pilots chair and you in your co pilots seat. He’s being extra quiet tonight and you wonder what’s going through his mind, until he abruptly brings up an incident that happened with you both a few weeks ago.

Can be read as a standalone fic

Warnings: Smut all throughout

Words: 824

‘Remember that night on Coruscant? He says abruptly turning to you in his chair

‘The night where I got so drunk and ran my mouth? Yeah what about it’ 

‘is your offer still available?’ 

‘Huh? What offer?’ 

‘Never mind’ he says as he spins his chair back round

‘What offer did I make?’ 

He stays silent 

‘What the hell did I sa-oh OH!’ shit, you remember. He means your offer of giving him a blow job, he couldn’t be serious could he?

‘My offer still stands’ you say slowly. He turns around to look at you again 

‘Din, do you want me too?’ 

‘Yes’ he whispers 

You get up from your seat and make your way over to him 

‘I wanted you to that night, but you were really drun-HEY!’ He grabs your shoulders as you get on your knees in front of him, holding you in place

‘You don’t have to do this’ he says looking into your eyes You smile ‘Din, believe me, I WANT to do this’ after a moment of hesitation he gives you a curt nod.

‘Undo your belt’ you whisper, as though speaking loud will ruin the atmosphere

He undoes his belt, and lifts his shirt to reveal the tanned skin of his abdomen, you’re close enough to see the fine hairs that travel down beneath his pants. You stick your tongue out and trace that line and you hear his gloved hands grip his pilots chair and a faint gasp his vocoder picks up.

You start to unbutton his pants, seeing the evidence of that one lick already showing through his black boxers. As you pull the zip down you let out a ‘oh my’ his head snaps down to yours ‘something wrong?’ He asks worried ‘No, you’re just bigger than I thought’ you say as you pull him out of his boxers. He stays silent. ‘That’s not a bad thing Din’ you say as your tongue licks a long stripe from base to tip. His head shoots back ‘Fuck’ he gaps.

You gather all the spit you can and let it drip on to his tip as you pump him a few times, his grip on his chair gets tighter, but he stays silent, and you know he’s trying to be quiet on purpose. As you finally take him all the way in hitting the back of your throat he lets out an ‘Ahh!’ As his hands shoot to pull the hair from your face. You bob your head up and down finally hearing his words of praise ‘yes Cyar’ika’ ‘So good to me’ ‘Always so fucking good to me’ ‘Yes mesh’la’ you feel his pre cum dripping down your throat, you release him still pumping your fist up and down and look him in the eyes, or where you think his eyes are, you stick your tongue out which is already covered in his precum, you want him to see it on you, and you lick what is remaining on his tip and swallow all while keeping eye contact.

‘Fuck’ he whispers as his hands guide you back on to him. You puff out your cheeks and take him all the way in and that does it, it doesn’t take him long. ‘Yes yes yes yes you take me so well so beautiful’ he chants over and over thrusting into your mouth and spilling his seed into you. It’s so much you start to gag but this spurs him on more and you almost hear him growling your name, once he starts to slow his thrusts and you’re able to breathe again after swallowing what you can. You pull back and sit on your knees and start licking his cum off your palm ‘that was, yeah that was really’ he starts to say but he’s panting too hard and brain is too fuzzed to make coherent sentences. ‘Yeah it was’ you say laughing at how adorable he looks. This big bad Mandalorian that many in the galaxy feared turned in to a mess, and that’s all because your tongue did that to him. You feel a sense of pride in that

As you start to get up, he muffles a small ‘thanks’ ‘don’t thank me for that, that’s weird, but if you want to return the favour, then that would be a great way to thank me’ you say as you sway your hips and make your way out of the cockpit. You don’t hear a response, and you live in hope that maybe one day he’ll reciprocate.