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Red Right Hand Ch3 of Worlds Collide Din Darin x female reader.

General Warnings: 18+, as is the whole of my blog, I will mark anything specific but be aware this is predominantly a smutty blog with plot. DNI if you are a minor. By reading further you have taken the responsibility to do so with the warnings I have given. Warnings:, Sexual Assault, Injury Detail, PTSD, Trauma, gore, scarring, violence against reader, swearing, sexual tension, angst, lots of angst, abusive ex, control, coercion, Axe Woves needs a good talking to, Din is PISSED, Smut at the end, glorious glorious smut. Summary: You head to Coruscant to raid one of your emergency stashes of weapons, credits, and other possessions, but when you and Mando get separated things turn sour. Author’s Notes: I wasn’t going to get to the smut this quickly initially but the way this chapter panned out I needed to, it’s just *right* to have it here in my mind. Be warned it does get graphic here folks, reader goes through a lot of shit in this chapter but there is a *very* happy amount of Din x Reader in this which is both sweet and smutty <3

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Coruscant is as grimy as you always remembered it, the throngs of people as oppressive as the close humid air that threatens to stifle you completely as you keep a healthy distance behind Din. Grogu stares up at the bright neon signs as he hovers along at your waist. You smile at his contentment but can’t stay too entranced with the little guy as the seedy underbelly of the planet-city shifts around you at light-speed.

“You alright back there?” Din’s voice crackles over your earpiece and you try not to recognise the warmth that spreads through you with his voice in your ear. His voice is harsher, business-like and the distortion is different enough from how it sounds through the helmet’s modulator to make you wonder exactly just how he sounded without any modulation at all.

“All good Mando, just making sure we’re not being followed.” You respond quietly, hoping the archaic microphone would pick up your lowered tone.

“Same, but I’ve had nothing so far, just your usual lowlifes and gangsters.” Din responds as you see the flash of bright silver Beskar through the crowded promenade as Din dips down a side street. His cape flaps in the wind and you laugh at the almost heroic air to the sight.

“Send the kid through, I need to keep us out of sight, will explain later.” Din’s tone is curt and you key in the silent affirmative signal on your wrist control, knowing a phosphorus white signal would flash in the corner of Din’s visor. You give the kid a knowing look before keying in the homing command for his transport to follow Din instead of you.

“Sending co-ordinates through to you, radio silence until we rendezvous there.” You say quietly over the comm, Mando clicks a pattern out with his manual receiver to indicate confirmation. It’s an old comm trick that makes you smile. You shut off all outbound transmissions and weave your way through the crowd. Your shoulder aches and you look back down at the data pad, noting the time and the mental calculation begins unprompted.

Eighteen days, four hours, three minutes, five seconds.

Your stomach twists as the memory comes, unprovoked to the front of your mind. The searing pain, the sound of your own screams, the taste of blood as you bit down on your tongue. The fear, that’s what gets you the most, fear of losing your arm, of having to resort to cybernetics.

You crash into a group of angry looking Gran and you apologise profusely as you snap yourself out of the daze. You refocus and slip down a side alley, your heart hammering in your chest as you lean back against the alley wall. It’s slick with the ever-present damp warmth of the lower levels of Coruscant, it brings no relief to your feverish skin, but the grounding of something solid behind you is enough to bring you back to the task at hand. You breathe in through your respirator, the tinny taste of poorly recycled air coats your mouth as you take in the dank gloom of the alley.

By some miracle, you had ducked down the correct alley, the stash box was only a few feet to your left. You scoff to yourself, praising the maker as you take a precursory look around to check if you had any unwanted company, but the alley was empty.

You head further into the alley and stop at an inconspicuous looking vent, steam pours out of it as if from the maw of a fire-breathing beast. You take out your vibroknife from your boot and shimmy the grate from its hinges. The holographic illusion breaks as soon as you do so and a small, air-tight compartment hisses open behind it. You hear the soft, muted clink of metal on metal as you reach in to grab the storage container and canvas bag from within.

You tense up, knife in hand as you spin and launch yourself at the intruder, knife flying to their throat as you pin them back against the far wall. Your blaster is at your hip, pressing into the blued Beskar clad assailant as you look up into the smug face of Axe Woves’ former right hand, Krom Gray.

His piercing green eyes lock you like a tractor beam, his full, well kept beard framing his strong jaw as you remembered the way it felt scraping on your skin as he bit you hard enough to draw blood. You remember the way those green eyes shone like pools of acid when he would punish you for even the most minor of mistakes.

“Clever work, I taught you well.” He purrs and the blood in your veins turn to ice. A pattern of clicks sound in your comm, signalling Din wanting to check in, and you narrow your eyes at the Mandalorian before you. You can’t respond to Din, you can’t risk exposing him if Krom didn’t know you were with him.

“What do you want Krom? Didn’t Axe banish you after what you did to me?” You ask, your voice trembling slightly as you say his name, you can smell him over the grime of Coruscant, the heady cocktail of luxurious scented oils, sweat, and polished metal. It makes you sick how easily you feel yourself submitting. Your body betraying you as you feel your grip on the vibroknife loosening.

“Oh sweet Orikih, Axe took me back once he heard that you were a filthy liar, a deserter, and that you attempted to take my life.” He croons, using the detestable pet name, Tiny, for you as you feel yourself backing up against the wall. He pulls down the collar of his flight suit to show you the puckered, pink scar you had caused almost a year before the Pyke job, desperate to get away from your tormentor.

But even now Krom was able to manipulate you just as easily as he had done all those years ago. The truth is you’re as touch starved as Din, having closed off all physical affection with anyone but Fen for almost a year. But the cocktail of fear, adrenaline, and shameful attraction to this despicable man had you wet and wanting release. Your mouth parts slightly as he steps closer.

He didn’t even apply physical pressure, he just looked at you, his handsome face twisted into a cruel smirk, “Look at that, being such a good girl for me already.” He continues as he rips the blaster from your hand, tossing it down into the depths of the alley. You hear the skitter of metal on metal as it disappears from view.

“Krom cut it out, I’m not going back, I don’t care what lies you’ve told them, it doesn’t matter now. I. Am. Not. Going. Back.” You hiss, trying to keep the knife steady but you can feel your resolve slipping. His gloved right hand cups your cheek and you flinch at the touch. It’s familiar, like the coil of a constrictor that never squeezes quite hard enough to kill you.

“But we’ve retaken Mandalore, I’m helping rebuild our society Orikih, I have power, status, I can give you it all.” His other hand snatches your wrist before slamming it above your head, the impact is hard enough to send the blade clattering to the floor. You yelp in surprise and that only emboldens him.

“See, making all those pretty noises for me, even if you can’t admit it, I still own you.” He breathes and pulls up the sleeve on your right arm, exposing your forearm to him. The scars from his blade, his teeth, the edge of his helmet, still shone offset to your skin, permanent reminders of his abuse.

“How did you find me?” You hiss, pulling your arm away from him grasp, but that only angers him, pressing his hand to your throat instead. The harsh press of his gauntlet burns at your skin as he rips your tunic down with the other, exposing your shoulders and swell of your breasts as you snarl at him.

“I’ve got eyes everywhere Orikih, been monitoring your stashes. I got a call as soon as you stepped out of the Spaceport, all alone, so very vulnerable.” He breathes and you feel relief flood through you as you realise he knew nothing about Din or Grogu. You almost smile and that’s a mistake. He sees the flash of emotion in your eyes and his right hand presses into your clothed left breast.

“Beautiful.” He murmurs as his body presses against you, the harsh angles of his armour digging into your hips, forcing the air out of you as another rapid series of clicks sounds in your ear, Din was getting anxious. You weep as Krom sucks hungrily, without kindness or care, at the skin just above your breast as he grinds his hips against you, the hot tears pooling above the rim of your respirator before dropping to the alley floor. You close your eyes and pray to the Maker it would be over soon.

Din paces through the alley, only two streets over from where you were being confronted by Krom, but he had no idea, no clue where you were. He was sweating under his armour, his breath coming in panicked rasps as he clicks out a third pattern across the comms. Nothing.

“Grogu, I need you to reach out to her, I need you to find her. Can you do that for me?” Din asks as he kneels down to his son’s transport. Grogu coos and nods, shutting his eyes slowly, as he feels for the force sensitivity in the crowd, just like Luke had taught him. Small sparks of light flash in and out of the darkness behind his lids, but none of them were you.

Grogu grumbles and tightens his eyes as he widens his net, casting through the swampy darkness of the city-planet around him. Then he sees it, a violet-red flash of light from the alley two streets over.

Grogu, if you can hear me, please help.

You’re calling out to him, consciously or not, reciting the co-ordinates of the stash, and he hears it. His dark eyes snap open and he brings up his control console in his transport, keying in the co-ordinates of the street.

“Good job kid, get back to the Gauntlet, defence systems armed until we get back, understood?” Din confirms with him as the shields on his transport go up and the homing device steers the pod automatically back to the ship.

“I’m coming for you, hang tight.” Din vows to the darkness as he stalks his prey. Little did he know the fear he was feeling for you would soon turn to blinding fury.

You fought back, knowing it was what Krom liked, but it also bought you time, but your stalling techniques could only last so long. Your nose was bloodied, your face pressed against the clammy wall of the alley, Krom’s fist knotted in your hair as he holds you in place.

“Play time’s over, fucking bitch.” Krom’s voice is white hot with arousal and rage in equal parts as the slash across his face bled freely. You had managed to grab for the knife, slashing wildly at him until he struck you hard with his blaster. But you smirked through your bloodied mouth as you saw the damage you had dealt.

“Getting old Krom,” You sneer, trying desperately to buy any more time, you just hoped Din hadn’t abandoned you, otherwise you were truly fucked, “Your Orikih got your face good didn’t she?” You use his nickname for you against him, trying to provoke more physical violence, for that was better than the alternative. Then you hear it, your name, amplified through a modulator as Din calls out for you.

“Mando!” You cry out and Krom freezes behind you. You feel the twitch of his hand in your hair as he tries to make a snap decision.

“What the fuck, you’re travelling with another Mandalorian?” Krom hisses as he releases you, practically throwing you to the wall as he turns and runs, not waiting for your answer, the whirring of a Phoenix jet pack fills your ears as you turn your face up to greet Din. You slide down the moist wall of the alley and despite everything find yourself smiling.

Another scar to remind him that he doesn’t own me, no one does.

You think to yourself as Din practically falls to his knees at the sight of you. His hands pull your tunic up over your exposed skin before he scoops you up gently in his arms. He’s murmuring something but you’re coming down from the adrenaline rush and your mind is foggy. But as he sets the controls of his Phoenix you stop him.

“Wait, my things.” You mumble pointing limply to the duffel and metal storage case contained within the vent. Din grabs them both without comment and as soon as you and your baggage are secured he lifts off. The familiar feeling of flight fills you with a small joy, if there was one thing you missed being under Krom’s thumb, it was learning to fly. And yet here you were, flying, without him.

“You need to eat.” Din insists as you sit in the co-pilot chair, freshly patched up, and furious.

“I’m not hungry.” You respond, playing with the vibroknife in your hands obsessively. Your shoulder burns, your face aches, and worst of all your heart is full of shame. Despite everything Krom had done to you, your body had reacted shamefully, you can still feel the burn of arousal in your core, and it sickens you.

“Eat.” Din insists as he hands you two pouches of nutrient rich ration packs, you grimace at them but take them, no longer able to ignore the rolling groans of your stomach. Grogu is asleep in his mini bunk at the back of the helm, and Din hasn’t left your side since you boarded the ship. You were still docked on Coruscant, Din refused to do anything until he had patched you up and helped you into the Refresher. You didn’t let him help you wash, you didn’t want anyone to touch your skin, not now, maybe not ever again.

You gulp down the sickly sweet paste, overly sugared to conceal the vastly unpleasant taste of the synthetic food. Din hands you a canteen of water and takes the empty packets without a word. You nod at him in thanks and sip slowly at the water, trying hard not to gulp it down, you didn’t want to puke up your hastened meal by drinking too quickly.

Din disposes of the packets and swivels the pilot chair to face you, elbows on his knees as he rests the chin of his helmet on his interlaced fingers. You turn slowly to face him, knowing what was coming you glare at him in warning.

“What happened?” Din asks you softly, so softly it almost doesn’t pick up on his modulator, but you hear it.

“No.” You growl, still sipping on the cool water as you stare down Mando’s visor. He had seen the bite marks, the aggressive hickeys, he knew.

“Please, I want to help.” He pleads and you scoff arrogantly at him.

“You saw the evidence, why do you need me to spell it out for you? Do you get off on hearing what happens to women in situations like that?” You snap, you know you’re being unfair, but you’re building your walls up, shutting him out and closing off the incident as best you could in your mind.

“You know I don’t.” Din says softly, not rising to your all too obvious bait.

“Do I? Do I know you? Fucking Mandalorians, you’re all the same,” You spit as you wobble to your feet, Din stands to help you but you slap away his hands as you head for the bunks, “Just drop me back off on Nar Shaddaa, I’ll get what I deserve and you can be rid of me.” You don’t wait for a response but he darts past you in a flash, barring your exit as he stares down at you with his faceless visor.

“So he was Mandalorian?” He says, the same level patience in his voice even after your outburst. Your heart clenches, so unused to kindness you can’t help but want to just sob into his arms, have him smooth your hair, whisper sweet nothings to you as you cried.

“Yes,” You say, tight lipped as you drop your gaze to your feet, “Can I go?” You ask but Din doesn’t budge.

“And he knows you… intimately?” Din continues his interrogation and you squirm, but you don’t miss the stutter in his voice, the emotion that he can’t conceal as he finishes his question.

“Yes, I was his apprentice until I stabbed him in the chest, I thought I’d killed him.” You admit, the shame rolling over you as you know what it means to try to kill your mentor.

“Why?” The single word hits you like a physical blow, your heart aching at the admission of guilt.

“Because,” You unbutton your tunic, revealing your bare skin, covered only by a spartan compression bra. Din reels at the action, turning his gaze away from your bare skin but you take the chin of his helmet in your fingertips and force him to look, “This is how he taught me.”

“Maker, how did he get away with that?” Din snarls as he scans your body, he wishes he had gotten his hands on the bastard, he would have ripped him apart, limb by limb.

“He was good at hiding his cruelty, and Axe Woves is his best friend, it’s not hard to abuse your position if you’re the boss’ favourite.” You shrug, already covering up your bare skin, but there was something about the way you could see the subtle movements in Din’s helmet as he studied your marred skin that made you shudder pleasantly.

“I’m sorry.” Is all Din can muster before he steps aside, allowing you to pass but you don’t move.

“I shouldn’t ask this,” You say, your voice no more than a whisper, “But would you stay with me?” You feel the voice of self-preservation wailing in the back of your mind, trying to stop you from making a grave error but you’re too emotionally raw to be alone.

“I don’t think-“ Din begins to protest but you hold up a hand to silence him.

“I don’t expect you to get into bed with me, but would you stay in the other bunk, I just need to know you’re there.” You say weakly, knowing the night would be filled with nightmares and night terrors.

“Of course.” Din agrees to that and you smile up at him before trudging to your bunk, stripping down to your underwear as you slip beneath the sheets. Din turns the lights off and you hear armour hitting the deck as he strips in the dark, you don’t hear his helmet depressurise so you assume he’s kept it on. You hear the bunk above you creak as he settles down.

“Goodnight Din, thank you.”

“Goodnight,” He says your name softly.

Din wakes with a start, not realising he had fallen asleep, he had intended to stay awake, on the off chance that you needed him. The sound of your screams in the darkness of the crew quarters has his heart hammering in his chest. He launches himself from his bunk and sees you writhing amongst the sheets, his helmet displays your vitals and you’re clearly in the throes of a night terror.

“Hey, it’s ok I’m here.” Din tries to soothe you but you only thrash more violently at the sound of his voice. You’re mumbling something he can’t hear and he leans in to try and calm you down but you lash out and strike him hard in the chest with your fist.

“Calm down, I don’t want to hurt you.” He growls, pain blooming in his chest as he deflects the onslaught of blows that come from your frenzied firsts. Then something in the back of Din’s mind comes up with a solution and he struggles for a moment before making the call. After all, it was dark.

“I’m here, it’s me, Din.” The sound of his voice cuts through your panic, rousing you from the worst nightmare you had in years. There is something different about his voice, there was a depth, a richness to it you didn’t recognise.

“Din?” You cry, you’re slick with sweat and tears as you speak.

“I’m here, Cyare.” Din says as you feel him shuffle into the bunk next to you. He doesn’t touch you, he lies just close enough to comfort you with his presence but he doesn’t come any closer, then you realise you’re looking at a outline of messy curls, the curve of an angular jaw, not the harsh lines of his helmet and you turn away from him. You hide your eyes with your pillow and curl up into a ball with your back to him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see anything I promise.” You whimper, expecting violence, punishment.

“I took it off so you could hear me, my voice, no modulation, I thought it would help.” Din says softly as he looks at you with his own eyes, unaltered by his helmet, for the first time. In the darkness he can barely make out the curves of your body from the bundled blankets but for the briefest of moments he saw your eyes and he almost lost himself in them. Your sweet, fragile eyes, eyes he would bet his helmet few people had ever seen. Not like this. You were all hard edges, bitter words, anger in every form, yet not now. Now you were soft, vulnerable.

“Thank you.” You whisper and you feel his gaze on you, you shift the blankets off you slightly, justifying it to yourself that you are too hot from the adrenaline rush. You’re rewarded for you choice as you hear his breath hitch before he coughs, trying to hide his reaction to the curve of your spine, the slope of your neck. The way your hips peaked out from the sheets. He craves to see you, to see all of you.

“Any time, I’ll be here until you wake, get some rest.” He murmurs and you hear the rich timbre of his voice, deep and rumbling. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks as his voice washes over you. You’re so pent up, so wired from the way Krom had kissed and sucked your neck. You fantasise about how Din would treat you, how he would be soft, gentle with you. At least that’s what you hoped.

“Din?” You whisper, regretting it immediately, desperately hoping he’d either fallen asleep or your voice hadn’t carried in the small space.

“Mmm?” He responds sleepily and your core aches at the sound. You scold yourself for saying anything, for feeling anything for the man who just saved you, for a second, no third time, since you met him.

“Nothing, nothing.” You mumble and bring a pillow to your face, hoping to bury your shame in the soft fabric. You smell him though, the peppery scent of his soap and the musk of his sweat and Beskar. Even though you’d been the only one to sleep in these sheets recently his essence was all around you.

“No, what?” Din asks, alert now as he’s roused. You feel him shift behind you and you exhale into the pillow, hoping it muffles the soft whine in the back of your throat. The air between you is charged, you try to convince yourself it’s just you, tightly wound and desperate. He wants nothing to do with your temptations, he’s just being a good man, looking after his new hunting partner in her time of need. You’re projecting.

“I was wondering,” You whisper, pulling the pillow away from your face, “If you could hold me?” You ask, willing him to refuse, he’d not offered you intimacy, and had rejected any form of it before now, so he would have to say no, right? It was just the closure you needed to move on, if he said no now that would be it.

“Are you sure?” His voice is husky with emotion, thick with longing which only makes the ache in your core worse. You curse under your breath, you’d passed the point of no return, and you were dragging him into the depths of your depravity with you.

“Yes, please.” You whimper as you feel the sheets jostle behind you.

“Gotta keep your back against me.” Din explains softly as you feel the warmth of his bare chest against your back. The press of his soft skin on yours is deadly, it sets your skin alight with electricity burning through you.

Maker he’s large.

You think as his body slots behind you, his hips sliding up to meet your ass, knees tucking in behind your own as he drapes one arm over your stomach, his broad hand flat on the mattress, caging you in. Then he shifts you slightly, snaking his other arm under the pillow, lifting your head slightly with the motion. It’s innocuous, platonic even, he’s not touching you inappropriately he’s just providing comfort.

“This ok?” He asks softly as you feel him pulling his hips back slightly, no longer flush against your ass and you grumble internally at the loss of contact, but you feel warmth spread through you as the considerate gesture tugs at your heart.

“More than ok.” You respond, trying to remain still as you feel his large, strong body hemming you in, you feel protected in a way you never had before. Not with Fen, certainly not with Krom. Then you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up, his nose presses against the crook of your neck and you hear him inhale softly.

“This ok too?” He asks, his breath ghosting along the skin of your shoulder, he’s breathing heavily, you can feel the need building between you. This was crossing a line, it was too much, yet altogether not enough.

“Dunno,” You say, your voice breathy as you place your hand on his forearm, you feel thick but soft hair beneath your fingertips as you track your hand down to where his is flat on the mattress, “Is this ok?” You ask, lacing your fingertips through his as you speak.

“Yes,” Din pants in your ear, his body twitching at the contact, “How is this?” Din scoots closer to you and you feel him press against your ass, not forcefully, but he’s hard enough to really feel him and you whine at the friction between your underwear.

“Din,” You mewl as you bring his hand up to your exposed breast, the calloused skin scraping blissfully against your hardened peak, “Tell me to stop.” You beg, giving him an out, you were touch starved, reeling from your encounter with Krom. You could sort yourself out, you didn’t need to drag him into your toxic desires.

“Do you want me to stop?” Din asks, stilling behind you, but his palm doesn’t move from your breast, if anything he palms it slowly kneading the flesh absently as he tries to hold back.

“No.” You admit, your defensive walls in ruins as you feel his hand drop from your chest, wrapping around your waist as he tugs you back against him. You groan at the percussive, but somehow still gentle impact, your hips grind back against his hardening cock and you feel the moan ripple from his chest.

“Good, because I’ve thought about this for what feels like an eternity.” He growls, his soft, plush lips finding the tender skin on your shoulder. The brush of soft hair against your skin as his lips explore the parts of you he could reach from this position.

He has facial hair.

“Maker I’ve touched myself in this bunk to the thought of you Din, in your bed,” You admit your sins, not sure if it was to come clean or to encourage him, but that didn’t matter now, “Never thought you’d want me back.” You say as his hand snakes down to the waistband of your tight cotton panties. His fingers linger just at the hem, a slight tremor in his touch.

“Ever since you fell and I caught you, ever since I saw that fierce defiance in your eyes, I’ve wanted you, needed you.” Din breathes in your ear as he continues to kiss every exposed bit of skin he can find. Your neck, your jaw, tracing the shell of your ear with his thick tongue. Every press of his soft, wet mouth against your skin had you shuddering under him.

“Need you too,” You say as you feel the pressure building deep in your core, you’re craving release, craving him, “Would you-?” You pause, willing the words to come, but you’re still shaken, waiting for the reprimand. Intimacy had been a weapon in Krom’s hands, you couldn’t shake the habit of asking permission, of needing to beg for what you need.

“Talk to me, tell me what you need.” Din murmurs as he traces the skin just above the fabric of your panties, back and forth along the soft, sensitive area. Your skin is on fire and you arch back against him, the growl that comes from his chest has you squirming against his hard cock. You want to ask him to kiss you, to take you slowly, with care and patience, but you know you can’t. You couldn’t risk seeing his face, you know that, but it doesn’t stop you pining for it.

“Fuck me Din, please.” You whisper, pleading with the universe for him to say yes. But Din is silent behind you, his breathing loud in your ear.

“You sure?” He asks, his voice fringed with lust but at its core, he’s being sincere, making sure you really do want this.

“You tell me.” You whisper as you lace your fingers over the back of his hand, pressing your intertwined fingers under your waistband. You push his hand down between your slick folds and he gasps audibly against your shoulder. You already knew how wet you were but feeling it with Din was hot, you feel his fingers ghost over your folds as he drags his hot mouth against the column of your spine.

“Fuck.” Is all he says as he slides two thick fingers through your slick, circling your clit as he ruts against your ass. You cry out at the pressure he exerts over your swollen nub, his touch is tender but purposeful.

“You sound beautiful,” Din whispers in your ear as his strong nose nuzzles into the soft skin just behind your ear, “May I taste you?”

“Please.” You beg, bucking into his strong fingers as he pulls them away, before he can stop you, you’ve pulled his hand up to your mouth, laving the tips softly with the flat of your tongue, he practically chokes your name from his mouth at the lewd act and you release him once you’re done. Your taste coats your tongue and you smile at the groan he makes as he loudly sucks his fingers, mouth so close to your ear.

“Taste to good, wish I could bury my face in your pussy.” He pines and you press your legs together to try and relive the unbearable tension in your core.

“Din, please, I need you inside me.” You plead, your voice pathetic and breathy as you beg for release.

“You got an implant?” He asks almost business-like as his tone becomes serious.

“Yeah, lifetime, you can come inside me.” You breathe, relishing the way he grinds against your ass at your consent.

“Alright, this is going to be tight, spread your legs for me please.” He gives the command like a prayer and you more than happily oblige, parting your legs as much as the confines of the bunk allows. You feel his fingertips trail down your spine, wet tracks of your slick and his spit leaving a cool stripe down your back. He frees his throbbing cock from his underwear and the press of his soft, weeping tip hits the curve of your ass with a wet slap. Carefully he pulls your panties to the side and the humid air hits your dripping cunt.

“Tell me if you’re uncomfortable, if I’m going too fast.” Din murmurs against your skin as he lines his blunt tip to your desperate core. He swipes it through your folds gently, collecting your slick on his head before dipping back down to press gently at your tight hole.

“Din.” You mewl and it’s all he needs to hear as he presses into you, slowly breaching your tight walls with his thick cock. You cry out in euphoria at the delightful stretch of your walls around him. His free hand returns to your breast and as he pinches your hardened peak between his thumb and forefinger.

“’M not going to last long,” He groans your name into your skin and you clench hard around his cock, “You ok to touch yourself?” He asks and you snake your hand under your panties and break into a familiar, desperate rhythm. You’d done it countless times in this very bed, in his bed on Nevarro, every time wishing he was inside you as you pushed yourself over the edge. Now you had your wish and you couldn’t believe it.

“Fuck me Din, fuck me until I scream.” You whine as you feel the hot spike of your orgasm build at the base of your spine, coursing through your core with speed as your breath comes in ragged bursts. You’re convulsing around him as you release teeters ever closer. Din grunts loudly as he buries himself in you, his thrusts short, sharp, desperate as he chases his release inside you.

Despite the desperate, touch-starved urgency you can’t help but cherish every rake of his cock against your tight walls, he rolls his hips at the end of every thrust, twitching against that sweet vulnerable spot inside you no-one had ever hit before. You cry out at every press at that sweet spot and you feel tears rolling down your cheeks as you feel the last sharp snaps of his hips against your ass.

Din stutters behind you and as he comes deep inside you, you hear your name woven through the air between you, he’s fucking you through his release, and your own. You feel the dam burst and your orgasm explodes behind your eyelids like a supernova, your whole body trembles again and again. Your toes curl painfully as you arch forward, your mouth pulled into a blissful grimace of overstimulation as Din continues to snap his hips against your ass. He’s spent, softening with every passing second, but the friction and percussive snap and roll of his thrusts don’t stop until you slump forward.

You tremble with aftershocks as your cunt twitches around his now soft dick, he pulls out and you sigh at the emptiness as the mixture of yours and his spend trickles down your thighs.

“You ok there?” Din mumbles breathlessly into your ear, both arms wrapped around you as he holds you close against him, soft kisses peppering your shoulder as your head lolls back against his, the brush of his stubble tickling your jaw as he nuzzles against you.

“More than ok, thank you.” You sigh as you reach up to cup his face but you freeze, millimetres from his jaw as you realise what you’re doing.

“It’s ok, you can touch me,” He says as he dips his head down to meet your hand, “Just no looking.” He says with a soft chuckle and your chest blossoms with warmth as you are sure this is bending the rules to the limit here.

“Thank you.” You repeat, unable to reconcile the emotions flooding you as you trace the line of his patchy facial hair from his chin to the edge of his jaw.

“You’ve got nothing to thank me for, I should be thanking you.” He mumbles as he turns his head to meet the palm of your hand, he presses a soft, doting kiss to your flesh and you sigh at the softness of his full lips ghosting your skin. You stay there for a while before Din insists you shower, you let him carry you out, eyes squeezed shut as you press your face to his chest. To your dismay you hear his helmet re-pressurise but you understand.

Once you’re back in your bunk you expect him to leave but he doesn’t, he scoots back into the small space wordlessly as he pulls you into his firm, yet tender embrace. Your head rests on his sternum as you listen to the steady rise and fall of his chest, his heartbeat slowly lowering in your ears as he drifts. He is careful not to rest his helmet on you, and you sigh to yourself, glad to just be in contact with his skin. You didn’t want to feel the press of Beskar against you for some time.

Whatever you had just unleashed upon each other was going to need addressing but for now, you settled with being content, hazy in a post-sex euphoria as your pussy ached pleasantly as you feel sated, relaxed for the first time in years. Din holds you tight against him, his fingertips trailing patterns up and down your spine, soothing you into a deep sleep.

Din feels you drift off as he continues to caress your skin. He can’t get enough of it, mapping every dip, and swell of your flesh, but most importantly he traces along the abhorrent marks on your skin. The scars that cover so much of your body it makes him sick, now he has his helmet back on he sees them clear as day. Discolouring your skin in jagged lines, blunt semi-circles, blaster burns and ligature marks. If he wasn’t so concerned with keeping you safe, asleep in his arms, he’d already be setting a course for Mandalore. Ready to wage war on the shameful whelp that would harm you this way. But Din was patient, and he knew you would want to partake in the righteous retribution he had in store.

He lifts his helmet slightly, exposing just his mouth and nose as he buries them in your hair, exhaling the heady aroma of you, of his own scent on your skin. Din realises in that moment that he would do anything for you, including nothing at all.

You deserved the choice, he wouldn’t make the same mistakes as Krom, your agency was more important than his fury. But he had a feeling you wouldn’t just do nothing, no, he knew you were ready to fight back, he had seen it in your eyes as you sat slumped on the floor of the alley. That fierce defiance in the face of danger, an iron will that couldn’t be bent or broken. He almost pitied Krom for trying to break you. He had made a grave mistake leaving you alive.

It was clear to Din, that soon enough you would be gunning for Krom, and he will do everything in his power to get you there.

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