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A Little Help

Rating: Explicit 18+ NSFW

Words: 6k

Summary

Boba gently grabbed your arms, the rough leather of his gloves setting your skin aflame, “How do you want us to help you, little one?” his voice deep and commanding.

“Both of you,” you moan, “I want both of you, t-to help me” you let out a louder cry as your core tightened around nothing, your body reacting from your words alone. You felt your cheeks flush from embarrassment as you stared at the two mandalorians before you.

Tags/Warnings: Sex Pollen, Consensual sex after exposure to sex pollen, MMF, slight MM, PinV, Unprotected Sex, Slight degrading talk,

A/N: Thank you for everyone's support. I had this scenario playing in my head for a while and figured I would get these lovely thoughts in writing. I mean, who doesn't fantasize about these two sexy bucket-heads?

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You had messed up badly, like you were prone to being a bit of a klutz but this time was bad. You were currently on the floor of your room that you and Din had shared since coming aboard the Slave I, your pants and chest binding on the floor as you shook in just a long shirt and very wet pair of panties. Your body tingled all over, everytime your shirt rubbed against your hardened nipples it sent your core into a throbbing frenzy.

Early today, you had gone into town, much against the orders of both Boba and Din but you were going crazy on the ship. You hadn’t planned on staying out long, just grab a few things for your two favourite bucket heads to enjoy and that was it. It wasn’t your fault that you could never say no to sweet smelly things and turn down a smile from a Twi’lek as she offered you a new blended tea.

“The flowers are from the farest parts of the galaxy,” she told you as she offered you another cup.

“It is extremely difficult to find and very sought after.”

You could see why, it was delicious and the flowers turned the water a beautiful dark pink, something you had never seen before.

Walking back to the ship your body started to warm up as the lightest touches from the breeze were making you shiver. Your mind was already on Din and Boba and what you were going to cook for them for the evening. Thoughts of them turned to images of their hands groping you underneath your shit. One of them shedding you of your pants as they would slam you onto the table and take turns claiming you.

“What is wrong with me?” you groaned as you stumbled back into the ship. “Maybe I just need a nap.” Your purchases laid forgotten in the hallway of the ship as you went to lie down.

As the day progressed,the nap hardly worked, your fantasies became worse. You tried to soothe the ache by getting yourself off but it only seemed to fuel the fire inside of you. You leaned your sweat drenched forehead against the cool metal walls. You could no longer control your whimpers as you moaned Din and Boba’s name as you kept coming undone.

This was how the two mandalorians found you. They had returned early and were immediately concerned when they saw the food thrown on the floor and heard your loud whimpers through the door.

“Mesh’la what happened?” Din was the first one to find you, as you were leaning up against the wall.

You looked up at him, your body glistening with sweat, as you had your hand down your panties.

“Din, s-something is happening to me. Everything is so warm.”

You hit your head against the wall frustrated as you felt another build up as you tried to ignore it. With weak legs you stood up and immediately fell into Din’s arms, moaning out a ‘yes’ when you felt your body against the cool beskar.

Boba was right next to Din, “What did you do in town?” he demanded, the rich deep baritone of his voice went straight to your core.

“I-I went to pick up something for dinner tonight and I had some tea,” you looked up at Din embarrassed, as you peeled yourself off of him, leaning against the door frame.

You couldn’t bear to look Boba in the eyes as you answered, you rarely saw Boba without his helmet but when he was it was always a beautiful sight. His brown eyes were still young and filled with wonder while his body told another story. You knew at this moment though he was quite mad at you.

Boba roughly grabbed your chin to force you to look up “What kind of tea?”

“I, I don’t know. The Twi’lek she gave it t-to me. It was pink and really sweet. It was really gooooddd.” you emphasized the last word as your clouded brain realized how close he was to you.

“Dank Farrik!”

“What is wrong?” Din asked, concerned.

“It seems like our little one has gone out and gotten herself drugged.”

You gasped, insulted by the accusation “I did not! I didn't take anything...I swear!”

“Oh but you did. I know exactly what kind of floral tea you are talking about. You stupid girl, I told you not to go into town on this backwater planet.”

Boba’s words hurt you, like really hurt you. Why did you care what he said or thought? You never did before.

You tried to swallow your tears as you looked up at him.

“You were given a very potent aphrodisiac,” Boba spoke a little calmer as he took pity on you as you pathetically tried to stand upright, ““I’ve seen this before with the workers in brothels when they were forced upon disgusting clients.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you fumbled, teetering between pleasure and embarrassment, “i didn’t know,” you whimpered.

Boba sighed, stroking your hair, you cooed as you leaned into his touch, his warm hand was soothing the ache slightly,

“I know, princess.”

“How do we help her?” Din chimed in.

“The only way to lessen the effects of the drug is for her to have it fucked out of her”

Boba was a true poet. Din choked, “E-excuse me?”

“Whoever takes this drug or pollen, if you will, becomes unable to control their physical desires, it will be extremely painful if that release is not sought.”

“No,it can’t be that bad!” you gasped, clinging onto the door frame, ”I’ll be ok. I just need to sleep it off.”

“Princess, I’ve seen the effects this pollen has on people who don’t have their needs met,” Boba walked closer to you as did Din. You could swear you could feel the heat of both their bodies near you. You bit your lip, as you tried not to look at them, paying attention to their gloved hands. An image of them trailing their hands all over you as they whispered words of praise in your ears. You slid your hand over your sensitive breast and down to your panties.

“It hurts. Din, Boba, I am sorry it hurts so much.” you never knew that this kind of pleasure could become so painful. Every nerve ending on your body was working in overdrive, demanding to be touched.

“Can you help me?”

Din stuttered under his helmet, he sounded so cute right now, “H-help, I am not-”

“We can help you little one, but I need you to tell us that you mean it.” Boba gently grabbed your arms, the rough leather of his gloves setting your skin aflame. “We will not do anything unless we have your consent, we cannot take advantage of you like that.

Your chest swelled, who knew Boba would care enough about you like that. You and Din had joined Boba when you were both at your lowest. The child had been taken and he took you aboard to help you find him. Fast forward to Grogu now being with the Jedi and Din not sure how take being the ruler of Mandalore, you two would join Boba on some of his hunts to get a sense of some weird normalcy.

“I...I want it,” you palmed your face, hiding your shame,

Boba gently grabbed your arms, the rough leather of his gloves setting your skin aflame, “Is that the pollen talking or you, sweetheart.?” his voice deep and commanding.

“Me,” you mumbled, “I’ve...I’ve wanted both of you for some time.” You took in a deep breath as you looked up at the two bucket-heads, “You two are very important to me,” you confessed, tears once again threatening to fall. Gods you were a mess.

“You are clearly important to us both, princess.” Boba took over, looking at Din, “And it isn’t like we haven’t discussed it before?” He grinned at you, winking.

“Mesh’la…” Din started

Boba was rubbing his hands over your arms, you purred slightly as the ache became more bearable.

You squealed, covering your eyes. Flashbacks of you three after a long night of drinking spotchka, you letting your walls come down as you would openly flirt with both, Din and Boba playing along. The night would always end with you in either one of their beds but like true gentlemen.

“Now, what do you want?” he demanded again.

“Both of you,” you moan, “I want both of you, t-to help me” you let out a louder cry as your core tightened around nothing, your body reacting from your words alone. You felt your cheeks flush more from embarrassment.

“Cyar'ika I need to hear you say it,again” Boba gripped your chin as you clenched your thighs together trying to lessen the ache, “Do you want us both to take care of you?” You could see a glint of arousal in his eyes as he looked down at you.

You quickly looked at Din, your eyes trying to read his body language. All coherent thought was gone, all you wanted right now was them out of their armour and on you.

You noticed the familiar motion of him adjusting the front of his flight suit

“Yes…” you whimpered,

“Yes what, sweetie?” Din growled, gripping your thigh, kneading your soft flesh.

“Yes, please!” you cried, your body shaking. You felt yourself heating up, you knew your panties were definitely ruined at this point, the pollen working it’s magic on you.

“Get on the bed. Now.” Boba ordered, shoving you towards your cot.

Your legs couldn’t make you move fast enough as you settled on the bed, leaning on your elbows for leverage.

“I believe these are in the way, sweetie.” Boba stated as he forced the long shirt off of you and pulled your panties down. He couldn’t help but grin when he saw the string of your wetness clinging to your panties as he removed them.

You were completely vulnerable and naked in front of the two armoured mandalorians.

Boba and Din took a moment to soak up the sight before them. Your skin was flushed, breasts perkier and nipples more erect than before and the glistening wetness between your legs, all for their eyes to see.

Boba’s mouth was the first on you. His kiss was dominant and passionate. You cupped his face feeling the rough scars along his skin, moaning enjoying the first tastes of him.

Boba stopped the kiss, smiling at you, “I believe this is going to be fun for all of us, don’t you think, little one?”

He kissed along your neck, down to your chest before taking a nipple in his mouth, twirling his tongue around the nib.

Din had finally removed his helmet and was on the other side of you claiming your other bud.

All you could do was watch both men suckle on you, as you felt one of their hands trail to your core rubbing your wetness on the outside of your lips and stroking your clit.

Your senses went into overdrive. “There! Yes!”

Boba released your bud, he grabbed Din’s hand and placed it on the one that wasn't in his mouth. He looked up at you without a word as he slid down between your legs.

“If you like my mouth before,” he took a long lick at your core, “Let’s see how you find this?”

You yelled when you felt his lips around your clit. His lips were a little rough from being out in the sun all the time but Maker, his tongue. His tongue was warm and so wet as he licked your folds.

Din’s mouth had trailed up to your neck at this point, he had left a few marks already as his mouth grabbed your earlobe, “I bet you taste delicious, hrm?”

You smirked at him, catching his lips with yours. You had one hand on Boba’s head, trying to push him closer to you as his tongue teased at your opening.

“You know. I-I’ve never done that before,” Din said sheepishly.

Boba stopped immediately much to your displeasure, he ignored your pleading nooooo.

He didn’t leave you entirely empty as he kept his fingers on you, “We are changing that immediately, Din. The ruler of Mandalore cannot know how, especially if she is going to be your riduur.”

“What! No, guys come on,” you moaned, “Please stop teasing each other.”

“It-it is true,” Din whispered, “Boba and I talked about it, there really isn’t anyone that could compare to you.”

You felt your chest tighten, as you smiled, cupping his face running your hands along his stubble. “I feel the same about both of-”

“Din, get over here and eat this poor girl out.”

“Din...your tongue is so soft,” you arched, gripping his curls as he continues to lick your clit. “Fuck, we should’ve done this a long time ago.”

Din quickly settled next to Boba as his head was now between your thighs. Your breathing increased as you felt his warm breath teasing you wetness. With his eyes on you, he brought his mouth to your folds, his tongue experimenting with this new softness and taste.

You allowed him to take his time as he explored every part of you and finally reached your clit, stroking the red bud.

You felt Din smirk against your inner thigh, his stubble slightly tickling you.

“She isn’t going to break,” Boba instructed as he stroked your clit when Din had stopped,

“You don’t want to keep her on edge all evening.” He looked up at you with a small smirk, “That will be for another time.”

You rolled your head back, pushing your hips closer towards them.

“Experiment, our lovely princess is clearly enjoying what you are doing.”

Din looked up at you as his mouth encircled your clit again as he interested two fingers inside of you as Boba had done prior. His fingers were just as rough and his movements were greedy.

“Fuck...Din, you look so…” you gripped his hair again as you felt his fingers brush up against that sweet spot that Boba had found before.

You gasped feeling the cold beskar of Boba’s armour against your back as he laid you against him.

“How is he doing?” Boba whispered in your ear, nipping your lobe roughly. His hands were cupping your heavy breasts, one hand playfully tugging on your nipple. “Are you enjoying us playing with you?” He nipped at your neck leaving a nice red mark.

Between Boba’s touches and Din’s mouth on your cunt you quickly felt your first climax quickly approaching.

You tried to suppress a moan, nodding your head. Boba gripped your hair, exposing your neck to him more. Din’s nose had roughly bumped your clit and your core felt fuller as he tested a third finger.

“Oh no, little one,” snarled Boba “You are going to let us know loud and clear how we are making you feel.” he nipped your neck again, “Understand?”

The pain from the hair pull and Din not letting up, your toes started to curl and if it weren’t for Din holding you down you would have raised your hips. “Oh god...Yes! Yes!”

Your grip on Din tightened as your other arm was wrapped around Boba’s neck as you came.

Your core clamped down on Din’s fingers as your body spasmed. Din did not relent as Boba cooed in your ear on how much a good girl you had been for finally coming.

You whimpered and twitched as Din continued to overstimulate you. After one final lick, he finally crawled up to you, his chin and lips wet from your juices, “You were beautiful, cyar'ika,” He then kissed you roughly as you tasted yourself on your lips.

“I do believe we are wearing too much,” announced Boba. Din pulled away, kissing down your body as he got off the foot of the bed. You collapsed on the pillows as Boba left you as well.

You giggled as you watched both Mandalorians remove their armour in almost identical fashion. They slowly started to expose more of themselves. Din was slightly taller, as Boba was wider. Both were covered in various scars and cuts and you couldn’t wait to kiss each one of them.

Once placing their armour, they turned around to look at you, your legs were splayed open, two fingers in your cunt. The pollen had clearly not let up at all and your body needed another release quickly.

You grinned widely and moaned as you admired both naked men before you. Their cocks already erect and weeping; Din’s was slightly longer while Boba’s was definitely wider. Your mouth watered at the idea of tasting both of them.

“See something you like, little one?” teased Boba. You grinned as you got on your hands and knees crawling before them. Sitting on your feet you used both hands to grasp both their cocks. Your visual assessment was correct as you felt both of them in your hand. You stroked them, lubricating their cocks with their own precum that dripped from their weeping heads.

You had not forgotten about Boba as you continued to stroke his cock.

“This is about you, mesh’la,” groaned Din as he tried to remain composed, “We are here to make you feel good.”

“I want this,” you said confidently, you leaned over to Din, looking up at him as you kissed the swollen head, “I want to see you both come undone all because of this sweet mouth you tell me that you love so much.” Your eyes remained on him as you took him in your mouth. You were not able to fully swallow Din immediately, but you sure as hell tried..

Din moaned,playing with your hair, “Fuck, ngh, your mouth. Yes, right there!” he jerked his hips forward as your tongue stroked under his shaft. The motion of his hips caused you to gag as the head of his cock buried in your throat.

“What a good little cocksucker she is,” Boba praised as he watched your cheeks hollowed, sucking on Din harder, “Such a good little slut, making sure we are taken care of.”

He gripped your hair and pulled you off of Din’s cock, “My turn.”

You whimpered as he guided you to his cock, forcing the head through your lips. Your mouth ached from adjusting to his wide girth, as Boba chose the pace. He was much rougher than Din, you felt your cunt juices trickle down your leg as he picked up the pace.

“Careful,” groaned Din, as he had his first wrapped around his cock, stroking himself as he watched your mouth get used.

“She will let me know,” Boba breathed, forcing you to look up at him, “Won’t you pretty girl?” You tried to nod your head as drool dribbled down your chin, your eyes welling and your throat trying hard not to gag again. You did not plan on stopping anytime soon, you didn’t want to disappoint the famous Boba Fett.

Feeling guilty about Din, you sloppily tried to grab at his cock but Boba slapped your hand away,

“I’ve got him, princess.” Your eyes widened as Boba’s hand encircled Din’s length and started to stroke his shaft vigorously. Din’s hips stuttered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as his thrusts tried to match Boba’s strokes. He looked at Boba with a heated gaze, “Boba, what-”

“You aren’t too hard on the eyes yourself, Mando,” Boba cheekily stated, your mouth still not forgotten as he lazily dragged his cock into your mouth. Your hand was now between your thighs as you plunged two fingers into your folds as you watched the arousing scene in front of you.

Boba heard you moan as he removed you from his rod, “Little one, you will not be taking care of yourself tonight or any other night for that matter.”

You were looking up at him, hair sticking to your forehead, mouth sore but lips plump from the abuse.

“Turn around. Hands and knees.”

Your head was cloudy as your body began to burn up. Boba denying you another orgasm was not helping your plight. Your body shook as you held yourself in the position he demanded.

Boba was already behind you, he stroked the swell of your ass, his fingers brushing against your entrance.

“I am going first, princess.” he slapped your ass, emitting a yelp from you.

“What do you say, cyar'ika?,” Din cooed as he stroked along your back before settling on the bed, his legs at the sides of your arms. He hooked your chin and roughly kissed you. This kiss was possessive, like he owned you and laid claim to you. You weren’t sure if it was the pollen playing tricks on you but Din was becoming more forceful as the night wore on. You cried when he pulled away. He squeezed your cheeks, waiting for an answer.

“Well?”

You panted as you turned to look at Boba, the bulbous head of his cock prodding at your entrance. “Please Boba, fuck me.”

Boba slid in a little further, you gasped feeling your walls already stretching to accommodate him

“I think you can ask better than that,” He slowly pulled you, you tried to reach back for him to keep him close to you. Your chest squeezed from the immense arousal you were feeling.

“Please fill me with your cock,” you urged, wiggling your hips, your ass jiggling. “Make this pussy yours.”

“Oh darling,” Boba pushed halfway in, your breath hitching quickly trying to adjust to his girth. “I fully intend to.” He bottomed out into you. His pubic mound resting on your ass. You cried out when you felt the throb of his cock. “What a perfect fit.”

Boba’s thrusts were gentle and slow at first to help you adjust to his size but you knew Boba’s gentle side didn’t stay around for long. With bruising strength he grabbed your hips and proceeded to pound into you.

You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore as you collapsed onto Din, you were weeping loudly with every harsh thrust. You were on a fine line between pain and pleasure and Boba knew how to keep you there.

“Look at you,” Din cooed, stroking your hair, his other hand stroking his weeping cock, “Taking his cock so well, how does he feel?”

“What don’t you find out for yourself later, Din?”

You inhaled sharply as your cunt tightened around him more, pulling him towards the depths of your core as the sinful images flashed before your eyes.

“Well, well Din. Our little innocent princess has a very dark and dirty side, don’t you?” He playfully smacked your ass as you sobbed into Din’s thigh.

“Din, I-I’m. No-”

Din shushed you, stroking your cheek, “It is ok, I know how you can make it up to us,” he then guided your mouth to his shimmering cock. You greedily licked the tip as you tried to shove his entire length into your mouth. You were a moaning, wet mess. The vibrations from your moans sent shivers up Din’s back as he had to stop you multiple times so as to not finish in your mouth.

“Such a good slut for us. Taking both of our cocks so well.” Din would kill anyone who would bring pain unto you but seeing you an incoherent mess, while Boba used you as he pleased, was stirring something inside of him that he wanted to release unto you.

You were close, so close. You pushed yourself back up, turning to look at Boba. His eyes were on you, the sounds coming from your actions were dirty and raw and you never wanted it to stop.

“Boba, I am close, so close.”

“Cum sweetie, let me feel you come undone around my cock.”

The mix of Boba hitting that very special spot inside of you and his filthy words sent him over the edge as you cried out his name. You trembled around him, your vision becoming white as you experienced one of the hardest climaxes of your life.

“That’s our good, little one,” Boba’s thrusts were becoming more erratic as he was reaching his peak as well, “Where do you want my seed, princess?”

“Inside,” you croaked, “I want you to fill me up.”

You looked down at Din who was currently playing with your breasts as he trailed wet kisses on any part of you he could reach.

Boba let out a loud grunt as stilled inside of you, ropes of his seeds coating your walls.

“Din, oh fuck! Boba you’re filling me up hgnnn” your body was bursting with a surprise climax as you collapsed into Din’s arms.

He cradled you as you took all that Boba had to offer. Boba remained inside you, feeling the mixture of your juices start to flow out. Slowly pulling out and keeping your ass up high, he took two fingers and pushed his release back into you.

You groaned, your body sore but it still screamed for you to continue.

“Suck.” demanded Boba as he shoved his fingers in your mouth forcing you to taste yourself mixed with his seed. You hummed in pleasure as you licked his fingers cleaned, all the while staring up at Din as you were still in his lap.

Din was breathing just as heavy as you were; you just wanted to take care of him and make him feel good. A sinful thought crossed your mind as you released Boba’s fingers with a ‘pop’ you immediately went to kiss Din. Your tongues dancing as you wanted Din to have a taste for himself.

All throughout Boba did not let his hands off of, rubbing small circles on your back,

“Little one, I believe it is Din’s turn to take care of you, hrm?”

You released your lips from Din’s as you looked into his soft brown eyes. You saw the same spark you saw when you first looked into them but something was also very different. His pupils were blown out and darker, as he started at your post orgasmic face and body.

“Din, please, I need to feel you too. I don’t want to stop.”

Din smirked and patted your cheek, “On your back, sweet heart, I want to see you as I wreck this pussy of yours.”

Din and Boba had switched positions as you were turned onto your back. You were nestled between Boba’s legs, body flushed against his as Din took his place in front of you. He forced your legs open as he admired your red swollen lips and the bud of your clit. He continued up your body to your breasts which Boba was currently cupping, rolling your hardened peaks between his fingers as he whispered dirty nothing in your ears.

All the while you were squirming looking at Din, your eyes begging him to take you as you parted your legs even wider.

Din didn’t wait any further as he aligned himself at your entrance and with one smooth thrust was fully sheathed inside of you.

You both moaned together at the sensation of your bodies throbbed in unison. You instinctively grasped Din’s arms as you felt him reach your depths. He knew you were well prepared as he instantly started a rough rhythm of thrusts.

“So good,” he moaned as he pulled your hips closer to him, “Still so tight for me, taking me so well, baby.”

You cried out, as you tried to mirror his movements.

“Aren’t we lucky, Din?” Boba asked, kissing the crown of your head. “Come on mesh’la i know you can take him even deeper.”

With his strong arms, he hooked his hands under your knees and pulled your bent legs to your chest, opening yourself more for Din.

“Oh fuck,” you cried, “I can’t! I can’t!” The new position was delicious, Din was able to settle even closer to you, his body rubbing against your clit with each deepened thrust.

Boba held you down as you started to shake and squirm, partially trying to run away from the absurd amount of pleasure you were feeling. You screamed Din’s name as you came violently, you felt a new wave of wetness that you never felt before as you coated Din’s lower body.

You covered your face, sobbing, embarrassed from what just transpired. Din noticed and couldn’t help but laugh, “Oh sweetie, I didn’t know I was that good.” his fingers wiping up a bit of the mess you made.

He leaned down to capture your lips with his as you continued to quietly sob. The mix of embarrassment and fiery lust that pollen was still forcing upon you was too much.

Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours, stroking away the tears, “You have no idea how beautiful you look right now,” he sighed as he recommenced his movements.

You nearly screamed as he continued his rhythm. One of Boba’s hands was still on your breast as the other had cupped Din’s chin, forcing to look up at him, “Doesn’t her pussy feel wonderful? The way she just grips your cock and tries to milk every last drop out of you.”

Din grunted and nodded, as he allowed Boba to manhandle him. Boba pulled him into a kiss, as he twisted your nipple. You heard Din’s breath hitch as his movements stuttered. You watched this as you were below both men.

Boba was clearly in control as he was now gripping Din’s hair deepening the kiss. You could hear both their moans over the blood pounding in your ears.

“Fuck...that’s hot,” you stated as you felt your climax approaching again.

They broke the kiss to look down at you, Boba grinning like he had won some secret bet,

“Don’t worry, princess, this is still about you. Din, make her cum like she did before.”

Din didn’t need to be told twice as he increased his pace. It wasn’t long until you were crying out again, squirting over his thighs as he called out your name, bottoming out and cumming deeply inside of you.

All three of you took a moment as you took in the feeling of Din’s cum inside you, Boba’s warm, large body against you. You felt his hardness once again against your back. You truly died and had gone to heaven.

The moment quickly passed as you felt the familiar ache as waves of arousal crashed down on you.

“It still hurts, like nothing helps?” you sobbed, grinding your thighs together.

You didn’t know how much longer they could go on or how much more you could take.

“I want both of you inside me.” you announced. Din looked at you confused, as Boba chuckled.

“Are you sure, baby?”

You groaned, rubbing your body against him as you covered your face “Ivebeenwantingitforawhile.” you blurted out.

“Oh sweetie, all you had to do was ask.”

Boba looked up at Din as he finally understood what you were asking. “If you don’t mind Din, you may want to be the first to take her like this.”

Boba forced you to move as you were now straddling his hips. Boba took this moment to fully take you in. Your eyes were wet from the tears that had fallen, your lips were plump and red and you were still breathing heavily from the last orgasm. He stroked your face, “Beautiful,” was all he said as he readjusted our position.

“Now, let’s get you ready hrm?”

You nodded as you aligned yourself along Boba’s hardened member as you easily slid over him, cursing his name as you did so.

“I-I am not sure.” Din stroked your back as he looked a little lost.

Boba grabbed Din’s hand and stuck two of his fingers in his mouth. You rocked against Boba as you watched his tongue wrap around Din’s fingers as he shifted his focus between Din and you.

With a loud pop, he guided Din’s hand to your lower back and at the entrance, “This should work, open her up.”

You gasped when you felt Din’s wet finger push through your opening. The initial feeling was a little painful but when Din started working you, you began to feel a sense of fullness you never felt before.

“Oh fuck, this is good,” you cursed, still rocking your hips slowly. “Din, just slow down a little...nghh more…”

Din pushed another finger through your ringed entrance.

“Oh sweetie, I can’t believe you were playing this innocent act this whole time and look at you now.” growled Boba as he slowly moved against you,“All you really wanted was to have your holes filled by our cocks. Isn’t that it?”

You bit your lip to the point where it bled, trying to suppress another scream.

“I think she is ready, don’t you Mando?” Boba stated as he was trying so hard not to just thrust up into you and started fucking you without giving Mando any time to enter you.

Din placed his legs outside of Boba’s as he was flushed against your back, “I am going to go slowly, ok? You tell us when you stop when you need you, understand?” You nodded quickly as all you wanted was to fill the fullness of Din inside you.

You moaned loudly when his head pushed through you. Boba was currently stroking your clit trying to have you focus on the pleasure of his hands.

You cried out when Din was halfway, collapsing on Boba who instantly wrapped his arms around you, shushing you, “You are doing so well, baby girl. Almost there, then we will make you feel amazing.”

“Fuck, you are so tight!” Din praised as he settled inside of you, waiting for your permission to move.

You were clinging onto Boba’s shoulders as you adjusted to the new sensation.

“I’m ok,” you whimpered, “I want you both to move.”

The first movements were sloppy and erratic as Boba and Din finally found their momentum.

You had never felt so full. You could feel both their cocks moving inside of you and it was heaven. They were both dragging their cocks out and slamming back into you.

“Fuck, don't stop. Use me. Please, I am yours!” you confessed as your climax was once again approaching

“Fuck Boba, I can’...I can feel you through-”

“Isn’t it amazing, Mando? Even with our little one being so needy so is making sure we feel just as good.”

“Boba...Din, I think I am going to cum. Please finish with me.”

Boba pulled you closer as he started to ram into you, Din leaned forward to increase his pace. You noticed for a split second you saw that with one hand, he grabbed Boba’s hand. You smiled lovingly as you nearly reached your peak.

“I am so close...I can’t….hold itttt!!!” you cried out as squeezed around both men inside of you as you reached your peak.

Almost in unison you heard Boba and Din grunt your name as the both painted your insides white. You groaned at the new feeling of fullness that they were able to achieve within you.

You collapsed against Boba, with Din on top of you. All three of you were a sweaty, panting wet mess. With that though you had noticed that the pain had finally subsided.

“Thank you,” you sobbed, as you kissed Boba’s chest and tried to turn around to get to Din.

Boba squeezed your thigh, “It is us who should be thanking you, princess.”

“We are just happy that we could make you feel so good,” Din said as he slowly slid out of you as he watched his seed leak out.

Boba gently lifted you up and laid you down next to him, “Wait here princess.”

Him and Din went to the freshers with a damp rag and a glass of water for you. Boba gently cleaned you up as Din helped you drink.

You laid back down, grinning from ear to ear from the afterglow of it all.

“Well you...two stay with me?” you asked, as you were already starting to doze off.

Boba was the first to enter the bed, pulling you close against him, “Always, princess.”

Din had dimmed the lights as he laid on the other side, wrapping an arm around your waist. You felt warm and safe with both boys surrounding and holding you. “As long as you will have us.”

You smiled at both of them thanking them with a long deep kiss before settling back into the pillows “Good, well expect to be here a long time,” you yawned, “Forever is kinda a long time.”

You felt the vibrations of laughter from both men as you finally fell asleep. The final feeling you felt was them kissing the top of your head, with words of promises that they will always be there for you lulling you into dreamland.

UNDER THE CRIMSON MOON

You have your period and feel gross. Boba Fett wants to fuck. A little blood never stopped the greatest bounty hunter in the galaxy from doing his job, and doing it damn well. 

Pairings: Boba Fett x Cis Female Reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content, menstrual sex, blood play/kink, unprotected penetrative (PiV) sex, praise kink, age play (pet names), degradation kink, thigh riding, light choking, cockwarming, hints of dom/sub if you squint

Rating: Explicit • 18+

Word count: 7.2k 

Author’s Note: Here it is, my very first publicly posted fic! This started off as a collection of thirsty personal drabbles that were never supposed to see the light of day, but… well, here we are. What do you do with a B.A. in English? …This filthy shit, apparently. But anyway, Boba Fett fucks and he’s a mean bastard. He just wants to make his lady feel good more than anything else, though. I love the grouchy green bucket man, this is incredibly self-indulgent, and I am not sorry in the least bit (even though I should be). I obviously need an exorcism. You’ve been warned. Enjoy, and thanks for reading!

Additional note: This work involves menstruation as a kink, and general talk of the menstrual cycle. Therefore, the reader here is considered to be cisgender female. Otherwise, there is no descriptive detail (weight, hair color/type, eye color, race, religion, etc.) pertaining to the reader. I have tried to make this story as inclusive as possible, despite the subject matter that this fic revolves around. Thanks very much!

Also posted on Archive of Our Own here - please consider leaving kudos there as well!

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Concept: Din Djarin is in every episode of The Book of Boba Fett, he just doesn’t do anything. He’s sleeping on Boba’s couch and you see him sometimes in the background shuffling round with a bowl of cereal at an inappropriate time of day and if anyone asks about him Boba just tells them to leave him alone

Beautiful Truths

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: After hiring you for your unique ability of being able to detect lies, the Mandalorian unknowingly consumes a tea that has adverse effects. You decide to help him, and find out some surprising truths along the way.

WC: 5k

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI mild dubious consent due to “sex pollen”, references to child abuse & emotional abuse, references to addiction, references to canon typical violence, vaginal fingering, helmet comes OFF, oral sex (f receiving), praise!!, unprotected P in V sex, and you know I always have to get some softness in there 

A/N: This one kind of got away from me. Sex pollen & tent sex thots got me to start this story, but reader’s background turned dark unexpectedly and I had to go for it. PLEASE read the warnings - reader references abuse inflicted by parents with addiction disorders, but we don’t go into heavy details. 

I kind of love these idiots together, and may revisit them at a later date. 🖤

Un-beta’d. As always, comments & feedback are so so appreciated! I love to hear from anyone who reads, it makes my entire day every time. Thank you! :)

AO3

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"Hello?" 

You slowly pick your head up and twist your neck around from where you're laying facing the inner wall of the bunk, groaning as you do. What the hell? 

"Hey. Are you there?" 

Your brow furrows as you push yourself up by your elbows. Static is coming from below the bunk and you throw your legs off the side to search for the commlink responsible for interrupting your nap. You’re annoyed, briefly - until you realize that the sound of his voice, modulated even more than usual coming through the communication device, means something is wrong.

The commlink had obviously rolled under the bunk ages ago and was now covered in your dirty flight suits. You honestly didn’t even know it was there - he’s never called while he works. 

"Mando?" you say as soon as the comm unit is in your hand.

"I need you to meet me outside the village."

His voice seems deeper, and he sounds anxious - insistent maybe - but not panicked. Still, he sounds strange.

"...okay. Why?" 

"I can explain once you're here. Just, come quickly.”

You let out a light, incredulous scoff at the Mandalorian's ominous directive. This is weird. If he needed you for....something, he could have just come and collected you from the Crest himself. The village wasn’t a far walk from where you’d landed earlier today. Why was he asking you to leave the ship? 

"I'm sending my location," Mando says when you don’t respond immediately, "See you soon."

You drop the commlink on the bunk and rub your eyes, brows pinching together. Your grumpiness overtakes the confusion, but both emotions are followed by a sting of shame - you were having a really good dream, but its subject matter was nothing you'd ever admit to.

It’s been a few standard months since you’d joined the shiny bounty hunter aboard his Razor Crest and proven yourself an acceptable work associate - but only a few weeks had passed since you’d come to terms with your relentlessly annoying pining after him. 

It was nothing you couldn’t keep to yourself - by nature, you were used to keeping secrets - but once you had any amount of time to yourself it had become nearly impossible to keep the fantasies at bay. His commanding presence in close proximity to you on a daily basis was surely enough to fill the rest of your years with daydreams (and wet dreams), but his stature and competency was only part of it.

He was kind, and not only to you. It shocked you, the first time you'd witnessed the depths of compassion hidden beneath his blaster-proof armor that left most beings wondering if he was even human most of the time. 

But he was kind, and he was fair, and he was honest - and also human, as he’d informed you with a hint of amusement in his voice when you’d asked.

His honesty was, admittedly, the most important.

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Your mother had never been able to explain to you how your “gift” came about. The way she skirted around the question affirmed that she knew the answer - considering that you would know if she lied. 

Because that was it - by some strange twist of the universe, you had been given the “talent” of knowing if someone was telling the truth. 

Or, more accurately, you could tell if someone was lying. Lies by omission were harder to detect, but boldfaced fabrications struck a distinct chord in you. It couldn't inform you of where the actual truth lied, but being aware when someone was bluffing still had its major advantages. 

Unfortunately for you, your parents were spice runners - and because of you, they were damn good ones. With a human lie detector at their side in business dealings, they were able to make only the best connections, only work the cleanest jobs, and were rarely double-crossed. 

It wasn’t a hereditary trait that you knew of or were able to locate in any research, and you don’t think that you were born with the ability to see through the words of those who woefully attempted to deceive you. 

If you had to guess, you think your parents had made some sort of terrifying deal with a sorcerer or witch on any of the various backwater planets you were accustomed to visiting in the spice business. Maybe they had paid them, in credits or in spice, to cast some spell or brew some elixir that gave you your unique insight. 

They probably had sought after it for themselves, but for some reason it was handed to you instead, maybe as a joke - a funny way for a mage to cure their boredom for a day.

Or maybe it was a punishment. 

It wasn’t late into your teens that you had first tried to leave. Your parents no longer saw you as their child, and they hadn’t for some time. You were only a tool - a means to fill their pockets and their bloodstreams. 

But a means that was theirs, and not one that they were willing to relinquish so easily. 

Your first few escape attempts were pathetic, but arguably the most traumatic. You still were holding on to hope that they would miss you as their daughter, not just an instrument to fuel their addictions. Your hopes were crushed after your first recapture - your father pulling you by the arm back onto the ship and shouting something about “knowing your place” and making sure you were aware of the single thing that you were useful for was: making them credits.

It's been 15 years since you'd first tried to leave, and 10 since you'd succeeded. You'd tried to put all the distance in the galaxy between you and them, and mostly you’d achieved that. But you'd still sometimes hear their names in dirty cantinas, eavesdropping enough to learn of their fall from grace after getting wrapped up in bad runs and the wrong syndicates. 

Regrettably, it had never kept them from their endless search for you.

That's how you ended up here. 

You were camped out on a remote and sparsely populated planet when the reflection of your small fire on beskar nearly caused your heart to burst.

You knew why he was there - he was another bounty hunter hired by your parents to bring you back to them. This was a Mandalorian though, and you knew you probably wouldn't be able to slip your way out of his grasp. 

Your stunned state was broken when he spoke words you hadn't expected, 

"I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold." 

Cold?

You bolted. 

It didn't take long for him to catch you. You hit the dirt hard, the whipcord wrapped around your legs suspending any belief that you could put distance between yourself and the boots you could hear crunching over rocks and dirt behind you. 

Binders were attached to your wrists and large hands pulled you to your feet in a second. He was silent as he ushered you to walk with a blaster against your back.

As you stumbled where he led you, the weight of his words were ringing in your ears. 

"They- they said you could bring me in dead?" 

He didn't respond and your eyes stung with tears that you had long since forgotten you could produce. 

So, they had finally had enough. It had been a while since you'd run into one of their hired hunters - they must have been saving for someone like this Mandalorian. But this time, they didn't care if you made it back to them dead or alive. 

As long as you weren't free. 

The bounty hunter led you to his ship, up the ramp and into the cockpit, still cuffed. He pushed you down into the co-pilot seat and had initiated takeoff sequences, lifted off, and traversed through the rough atmosphere before you could think of anything to say. 

You just told him everything. 

You rambled, telling him who you were, who your parents were, why they wanted you, how long you’d been on the run, and basically everything in between while he sat in silence, not stopping you from speaking but never turning to look at you. 

During your endless monologue, there were a few moments where you thought he might not even be listening - but plenty where you were sure, from his limited body language, that you had his attention. 

You were exhausted, your throat raw and dry, and your voice was almost gone by the time you finished speaking. After a few minutes of silence he finally swiveled in his chair to face you. 

Your blood ran cold as he just sat there and observed you before finally saying, “I don’t believe you.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s a lie.” 

He took another minute to stare at you before he let out a scoff through the modulator, tilted his head slightly, and turned back to the console. His hands moved expertly across the controls, pressing buttons and flipping switches until the Crest jumped out of hyperspace and the navigation computer shut down. He turned back to you.

“The bounty on you is not very high. Work is hard to find nowadays, otherwise I wouldn’t have even picked it up.” 

Your eyes widened not only at the amount of words he was saying, but what they implied.

“I could destroy your puck,” he offered, “But what’s in it for me?”

“I can work for you, for free,” you say quickly, sitting up straight as the fatigue in your body and mind dissipated, “I can keep you on the right track with bounties, I- I know how to use a blaster - I even know my way around a hyperdrive. I can be very useful.”

He only stared for a moment, and you wished desperately for the first - but certainly not the last - time that you could see his face, could gauge his reactions. 

He used his pointer finger to press a single button on his vambrace and the binders demagnetized and fell in your lap. He turned back to the controls to point the nose of the ship in a different direction, entered new coordinates, and made the jump into hyperspace.

“Okay. Let’s see how useful you can be.”

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You're quite deep into a forested area when you finally approach the location he had sent you, roughly 30 minutes after leaving the Crest. There's a single sleeping pad placed under a makeshift tent made of a tarp tied with rope to a few low hanging tree branches, and a fire with a kettle and a small mug next to it.

He’s sitting on a stump further back from the fire, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his helmet directed at hands that are trembling slightly. 

"Have you been…camping out here?" you ask, incredulous.

"I have been camping when I work, recently," he sighs, his voice sounding off somehow, ''It has been less distracting than coming back to the ship - where you are." 

His words are truthful, but that doesn't explain the meaning behind them.

"I- I'm sorry I made you come all the way here," he says with a shake of his head, ignoring the vagueness in his response and you place the discrepancy in his voice - he sounds pained.

"I couldn't help myself. You - fuck - you can leave, if you want to." 

He stands as he breathes out the last few words, stepping towards where you stand between the sleeping pad and the small fire.

"Mando, what is going on?" 

You swear you hear a groan escape his helmet. You give him a look that surely conveys your deep confusion, and he sighs deeply, shaking his head.

"I- I was doing some recon outside an establishment that the quarry frequented…I bought some tea from a vendor out front. It looked like regular kriffing tea…but now I think I know why the crone selling it wouldn't stop giggling at me." 

You raise your eyebrows and tilt your head forward, waiting for him to elaborate. 

"I didn't even drink the whole cup. It must have some properties that are-," he cuts himself off, standing an arm's length from you now and although you can't see his face, you can feel his eyes boring into you. 

Your breath catches at the sensation and you can't help the tightness you feel beneath your navel at the rasp of his breathing pushing through the modulator in his helmet.  

His chest is rising and falling in earnest now, as he doesn't break his gaze as he tilts his head to the side and swears under his breath.

"Fuck- it must be an aphrodisiac. A- a strong one." 

Oh. 

"Shit, Mando, I-" your eyes widen and you blink rapidly as you try to find words, but he lets out another subdued, but pained sounding, groan when you say his name and reaches out to grab your upper arm. 

You lose the ability to speak. 

His gloved thumb moves shakily across your bare arm and he watches with wonder as your skin reacts to his touch with goosebumps.

As if instinctively, he grabs your other arm and his grip is almost too tight for comfort. He's never touched you like this before - to be honest, you don't think he's ever touched you, besides maybe an accidental shoulder bump in close quarters. 

But, his grip isn't making you uncomfortable. Although the touch is through the leather of his gloves, the fact that he's holding on to you sends your heart racing. Even in your confusion, you feel yourself melting under his hands.

"You should leave," he says, trepidation in his voice, and if his unrelenting hold on your arms wasn't sign enough of the contrary, you feel a slight hum in your chest that tells you he doesn't quite mean it.

You inhale a bit too deeply after realizing you'd been holding your breath. 

"Well I- I don't think you want me to," you manage to whisper.

"What I want isn't important." 

There is no telltale hum from that. 

Maker, what are you doing? This is an inherently bad idea - in the last few months, you have felt safer and more secure than you have in your entire life. He is already doing and risking so much for you, would this be taking advantage of him, even more than you felt you might already be? Did he actually want this, or was it just whatever substance was coursing through his veins right now? 

Or, after these effects have worn off, will he feel ashamed? Will he think that you had felt obligated, or that you had never wanted, or dreamed about this before? 

But Maker, you literally have dreamed of this. 

You take a deep breath and narrow your eyes in an attempt to find his through the visor while you search for something to say that might relieve you of your hesitation.

"What if I want to stay?" 

Mando's already clouded brain short circuits. Your words truly don't make sense to him but they do send what feels like all the blood in his body to his cock. He chokes back another embarrassing groan, and is unable to stop himself from ripping his gloves off to put his hands on either side of your neck. 

You gasp at the feeling of his rough palms against your skin and a consuming heat descends through your chest until it reaches between your legs. 

“You- You don’t mean that,” he says, the words openly defying the reaction your body is having to him.

“I want to stay,” you whisper.

He closes the distance between you and you reach up to splay your palms on his cuirass. The feeling of cool beskar on your skin along with his prominent hardness against your thigh creates from you an involuntary, but wanton, whimper. 

"Oh, fuck," he breathes out in response, his already deep voice dropping an extra octave as his hands slip down to grab your waist and he involuntarily grinds against you, "Fuck, you have no idea how many times I've tried to imagine a sound like that coming from you." 

It's your brain's turn to malfunction, because that wasn’t a lie.

You know he is speaking truthfully, but the truth doesn’t keep you from being floored at the idea that, like yourself, he has thought about this before - and multiple times. Your eyes grow wide at the revelation and your head is spinning as you try to sort through everything that you're feeling. 

Arousal is, by far, beating everything else out. 

"Are you sure you want this? You have to be sure…" he murmurs, and he’s unable to keep his hands from roaming to your back and squeezing at the flesh above your ass.

"Because if you aren't sure, you need to leave," he practically gasps out, looking down at the limited space between your bodies, "I- with you so close, I can't promise I won't do something that you will regret, if you aren’t." 

You move your hands to the fabric of his cowl, forcing him to look up so you can see the visor and fruitlessly search for his face beneath it - hoping you can convey your earnest desperation through your expression. 

You’re breathing almost as hard as he is now, the anticipation building almost too intensely as you feel yourself pulse and throb between your legs. 

“Mando, I’m sure.”

Not needing further reassurance, he drops his head again to gently put his forehead to yours, and his hands slide the small distance to cup your ass, fingers digging and grabbing at your flesh as you arch your back and press into him. 

You immediately wish you could lean in and kiss him - the inability to do so leaves you feeling somewhat awkward, but that thought dissipates once he brings one hand to your waistband, placing a finger underneath and trailing it around to your front. 

Flipping his hand quickly, he places his palm against your belly and pushes downwards until he reaches the wetness that's gathered between your thighs. The sinful, modulated moan that reaches your ears as he dips his fingers into you lights your skin on fire. 

“God, you’re so wet for me already,” he says and pulls back to look at your face. Your lips are parted and your eyelids are heavy as you struggle to keep them open against the feeling of his fingers inside of you. The small fire has gotten lower since you've arrived here, and the dim light casting moving shadows across your face reminds him of something ethereal.

“You are so beautiful” he says with a touch of awe in his voice, quickening the pace of his fingers as he drags them completely out of you, up to circle your clit a few times, and then back inside. The movement is strikingly similar to your own ministrations when you touch yourself, and you’re quickly left gasping for air and clinging to him. 

“Mando, please,” you moan, gripping him tighter to keep your balance. He suddenly removes himself from you to step back and pull you both down onto the sleeping pad. 

“Din,” he says once you’re both kneeling on the ground facing each other.

“What?” 

“My name - Din. I want to hear you say it.”

Your breath catches in your throat before you let out a surprised exhale. You pinch your brow and lick your lips before whispering with a small smile, “Din.”

He lets out a deep, relieved sounding breath and puts his palms on your shoulders to lower you to the ground. 

Din’s hands make quick work of removing your top and you kick your boots off to allow him to pull off your pants. Once you’re freed of your clothing, the vulnerability of it as he looms over you, still fully armored, stirs the already boiling heat in your stomach. You can also see how achingly hard he is under his trousers, and you shiver.

He lets his hands wander over your body, one hand gliding up your side to your breast and he pulls the other up to your face to press his thumb to your lips. You whimper before you part them and use the tip of your tongue to drag a line up the pad, tasting yourself from when it was between your thighs just moments ago. 

“Fuck,” he shudders, unable to tear his gaze from your face but still using his other hand to roll your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, “So soft…”

He pinches your nipple a little harder and you squirm beneath him, pulling his thumb into your mouth to suck and swirl your tongue around it.

“Thought about this so many times…”

Not a lie.

He removes his thumb from your mouth and gets back to his knees, his chest rapidly rising and falling as his gaze moves down your figure. He grabs one leg and lifts it to spread you open, groaning again. 

“You look so fucking good like this, spread out for me. Fuck, I want-” he stops, head snapping back to your face.

“Can you close your eyes, mesh’la?” he asks, his hands lifting off you to begin hurriedly taking off his armor, piece by piece, “Can you keep them shut?”

You prop yourself up on your elbows and nod your head in response, mesmerized by the sight of him removing his pauldrons and cuirass, before you realize why he’s asking. 

“Wait, Din, are you sure? You don’t have to-”

He interrupts you by saying your name and leaning over you again, now beskar-free with the exception of his helmet. 

“I’m sure. Close your eyes.”

You blink several times before complying. You hear a hiss and the crunch of dirt under the last piece of his armor being placed on the ground next to where you lay. A cool breeze blows over your naked body and you shiver just before his weight is back on you, and you feel his breath on your neck before you hear it - it sounds strange, almost, outside of his helmet.

Din wraps an arm around you and places his lips to your neck - it surprises you how soft they are at first - but he presses kisses harder and with more urgency as he moves up to your chin before crushing your mouth with his. The kiss begins clumsy, but the spark between you is staggering and you both are soon struggling to catch your breath while trying to stay attached at the lips. 

You reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair - it’s curly, you think, not cropped short as you might have expected of someone who lives all their waking hours inside of a helmet. You barely have a second to contemplate what color it might be before he prods your lips with his tongue and you eagerly let him in, the taste of him sending rolling flames through you.

His hand returns to between your thighs, fingers making quick and precise motions over your clit that make you moan into his mouth. He breaks the kiss to travel back to your neck, then down your chest. He stops at your breast, swirling his tongue around your stiff nipple and giving it a light nip, and you hear him chuckle darkly at the squeaking noise you make. 

“I want to taste you, is that okay?,” he asks and, even though it’s muffled against your flesh, the sound of his voice without the modulator asking you for permission makes your whole body break out in goosebumps.

“Fuck, yes, Din,” you manage to gasp out as you shudder against him.

He descends further down your body, using kisses and nibbles to mark newfound territory on his way. Din has never put his lips on anyone before, but the way your body responds under his mouth sends shockwaves through his system and has him desperate to find out what else he can bring out of you using it.

He wishes he could draw this out, that he could take as much time as necessary to learn every part of you intimately enough that he could recall it from memory for the rest of his life - but the substance from the tea is roaring in his ears loud enough that he thinks he might explode if he doesn’t keep pushing forward. 

Din moves past the apex of your legs at first, peppering your inner thighs with his lips before pulling back to allow himself a moment to admire you from this angle. 

You shift your hips slightly, unable to keep still when you know he’s between your legs, and the movement breaks his momentary trance. He wastes no more time and places his tongue flat against you, licking once from your entrance to your clit. 

You can’t help the loud moan that escapes you, and it gives him the confidence to continue. He’s somewhat hesitant at first in this new territory, but quickly picks up on your body language, vocalizations, and the tugs of your fingers in his hair to figure out how best to take care of you. 

It’s not long before he’s rutting himself against the ground, chasing relief from his cock that is somehow getting harder with every cry you make and each arch of your spine lifting off the sleeping pad. 

He’s focused though, and determined to have you come apart in his mouth before he comes apart himself - as he knows he will once he’s finally inside of you. He directs all his attention to your clit with his tongue and then puts two fingers inside, increasing both in speed until your thighs are pressing in on either side of his head and your hips are lifting off the ground in sporadic motions.

You squeeze your eyes shut even tighter and see white, your orgasm overtaking you as you tighten around his fingers. Din slows as you ride it out, and is already traveling back up your body when your hips finally drop back to the ground. 

You feel him hovering over your face, breath heavy and warm. You blindly reach out to grab him by the back of his neck and pull him down to kiss you deeply. 

“Maker, I can’t- I have to feel you,” he grits out, breaking the kiss early, “Turn around.”

You push up and flip to your stomach, and clumsily get to your hands and wobbly knees. The pad is thin and you can feel the rocky earth beneath you, but the sound of a zipper and the shuffling of clothing erases any semblance of discomfort. 

You feel two rough hands grab your waist and your knees slip quickly across the pad as he pulls you backwards to meet where he’s kneeling. He lines himself up to your entrance and the stretch you feel as he slides into you causes your arms to give out temporarily before you catch yourself with your elbows and arch your back.

“Oh my god, Din,” you whine before he slowly pulls out and then snaps his hips forward with force, plowing you further into the ground and you tighten around him in response. He starts fucking into you with rhythm, but no less intensity. 

“Fuck,” he says, his voice shaking, “You take me so well. I knew you would, thought about this so many times.”

He accentuates the last three words with powerful thrusts and you moan loudly, knowing that he means them. 

You extend your arms to lay them flat on the ground in front of you and arch your back further to lay your head down on its side, facing away from the fire. You take a moment to open your eyes minimally, and you see that what is left of the firelight is casting a shadow of the two of you against the tarp hanging from the tree.

The image of his helmetless silhouette thrusting into yours takes you by surprise, and you close your eyes again, crying out as another wave crashes into you. You feel your legs shake and you clench around him, the orgasm sudden and overwhelming for both of you. 

Din chokes out a gasp and pulls from you instantly. He lets out unsteady breaths and a groan as he empties himself behind you, and you secretly revel in the sensation when it finds its way dripping down your thighs. 

He places a hand on your back as he pants to catch his breath, and you slide your knees back to lay on your stomach while you wait for him to retrieve a cloth from his pack to clean you off. You lay patiently with your chin on your forearms, head swimming, until you hear him replace his helmet on his head and he lays down on his back beside you. 

You sit up to pull your shirt over your head and then lay back down on your side, facing him. The fire is almost completely out, the pulsating embers providing just enough light to see as far as where he lays. 

You’re chewing on the inside of your lips, wanting to say something but have no idea where to start. He finally rolls his head to look back at you, but stays mute as you.

His chest moves steadily, slow breathing coming with ease now. You smile when he simply tilts his head towards you and raises his arm, opening a space for you at his side. Sliding the small distance to cozy up beside him, you place your head on his shoulder and a hand on his chest. He brings his hand to your back, ghosting courses across it with his fingers and occasionally giving your shoulder a light squeeze.

Neither of you say anything, aware that words aren’t necessary yet. 

You will need to talk, but it can wait until daybreak. 

After a while your eyes start to droop, fatigue finally taking refuge in your mind. Just before you fall asleep, he tilts his head to softly place the side of his helmet on the top of your head.

“I meant what I said. I’ve wanted…you.”

“I know.”

if you still want drawing prompts i loved Cool Uncle Boba and him increasingly being a bad influence

seems legit

“This was the most physically taxing of all the film because of the lightsaber duels. Everytime I wasn’t shooting, I was rehearsing. Something that took weeks and weeks to shoot, even though it only lasts a few minutes on film. So it taxed me to the limit.”

MARK HAMILL “Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back” BTS › 1980

Din Djarin

[full masterlist]

* - nsfw 

Healing Hands: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

And He Is One With Me

Mando smut*

Garden

Mad

Are you asleep?

Flirting

Cold

Riduurok (kind of a part 2 to the flirting prompt but can stand alone)

favorite position*

edging din*

just some hcs

cutting his hair

resting on din’s lap

why do you think you have to do everything on your own (from prompt list)

din tells you what he wants*

make up sex*

a touch of love*

flustered din

making love*

din’s fantasies*