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Day 3: Back to Back (Anal)

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Set before season one.

Pairing: Din Djarin x M!Reader

Summary: Perhaps it was the drink, or the hypnotic haze of the club, but you could’ve scorn one moment you were standing before your acquaintance with benefits. So you weren’t sure how you ended up in the one-room bathroom in the back, but you weren’t complaining as the warrior wasted no time in bending you over the sink and yanking down your pants, his gloved finger swiping over the vibrator in your ass with a pleased hum.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: unprotected sex, rough anal, the reader is AMAB and is implied to be a cis male but I don't use gendered pronouns so it should be safe for my trans and nonbinary friends out there with penises. Peni? Dicks.

Word Count: 1,509

You wouldn’t say you and The Mandalorian were friends, if anything you were acquaintances who knew one another extremely well physically, but not much else outside of that. Not friends, not strangers, just acquaintances with benefits. At least, that's the best way you could put your relationship with the warrior.

The Mandalorian only stopped on your planet once every few months whether it was for fuel, supplies, a quarry, or all the above. You had only met because you managed one of the two spaceports available for ships to dock in town, and he had become a semi-regular customer since. Only staying a few hours at a time, maybe the extremely rare night, but never longer than that. Yet you couldn’t complain. 

He paid on time and he paid well, he was a great father as far as you could tell with his green ward, and he was kind. It was just a bonus that The Mandalorian happened to like how you worked with your hands outside of his ship and now it’s become an expected routine for the warrior to warm your bed while his ship warms your port.

The Mandalorian was a good lay, the best you’ve ever had, probably. Not that you’d ever admit that out loud. But the metal man wasn’t there, hasn’t been for a few months, and you were horny now. And you’d be damned if you waited for the best dick in the galaxy to show up to get the job done.

That’s how you found yourself in one of the more seedy cantinas, dressed in tight pants and a see-through shirt that rubbed your nipples in a way that was borderline teasing you as much as it teased the men and women ogling you through the haze and flickering lights of the club’s darkened atmosphere. 

This wasn’t the place you took a date, no. This was the place you found a warm body to either take home or fuck in a dark corner and never speak to again. You had passed a few bodies shrouded in shadows when you first entered, anonymous silhouettes in different positions that barely alluded you to their species and assigned gender. Your cock twitched in your pants with anticipation at the barely audible moans that found their way above the deafening music.

With a drink in hand, you leaned against a door frame, keeping your body language open to those who sought a companion whether for the evening or just for an hour. You’d take either or. Your cock wept red and tender, made even more sensitive with the vibrating ring around your member. 

It pulsed as if dancing to the beat of the club, your balls hugged by the saddle that wrapped under your sack and was the anchor point for the small, vibrating dildo tucked into your ass to enhance your erection further and preparing you for any eager suitor. 

You felt the room shift despite nothing being visually out of sorts. Yet your skin prickled and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up; you tried to hide your smile in the sip you took from your cup. Glancing to your side was your long-awaited warrior, his armor mesmerizing in the ever-changing lights and fog machine as he loomed over you, hands clenching and unclenching. Even in the dim lighting, you could see the way his chest moved with eager breaths.

Perhaps it was the drink, or the hypnotic haze of the club, but one moment you were standing before The Mandalorian oozing with want, and the next you found yourself in the one-room bathroom in the back being bent over the sink. The warrior was not gentle as he yanked your pants down, his gloved finger swiping over the vibrator in your ass with a pleased hum. He tapped the base and you groaned from the way the dildo's beat briefly shifted in your ass. 

Mando must have been as pent up as you, he didn’t command you to beg or even prolong the need to scratch the itch you both had with teasing and foreplay. He gently took the vibrator and slipped it halfway out, then worked it back in, continuing until he built up a slick rhythm that didn’t offer any resistance.

Satisfied, he let the dildo hang between your legs by its connection to the cock ring, still pulsing against your thigh and wet. He didn’t make you wait, and you sighed in relief when he notched his penis at your entrance and pushed his thick cock into your ass, not stopping until his hips met yours. He let out a loud, long moan that made your cock even harder.

The Mandalorian wasted no time, slamming into you in the way you had been craving. Despite being muffled by the walls, the slap of his hips against yours matched the volume of the music that leaked into the bathroom. Your eyes squeezed shut, enjoying the feeling of being railed, knowing if you opened your eyes to gaze at the scene behind you you'd lose your load sooner than you wanted to. Your knuckles paled with how tightly you clung to the sink, unbashfully letting out breathy “AH-AH-AH”s with every hard thrust that caused the warrior's heavy balls to slap into your own.

The man's hands slid from your hips and to your ass without a hitch in his pace, and you felt him spread your cheeks. You bit your lip to hide your smile, not needing to look to see the way the man is gazing down where you were joined. He loved watching the way his dick slid so easily into your ass, the way your hole bloomed for him with every thrust, mesmerized by how well you could take his thick, long cock like a champ. 

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I honestly went back and forth between writing this for a reader with a vagina and a penis and opted for the latter, as you can see, because I recognize the lack of work explicitly made for those with peni-dicks and I want y'all to know that I see you and you deserve some hot smut just like everyone else. I got you.

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