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The blindfold was taught over your eyes, blocking any light or an accidental glimpse of the man between your thighs. His tongue flattened as he ran the muscle along your wet folds, coaxing you to mewl in pleasure as he rubbed your aching clit.
“Din! Please!” you begged, back arching off his cot. The Mandalorian merely hummed into your pussy, sending more shocks to run through you. Clenching around nothing as he continued to hold your hips down, your legs are thrown over each of his broad shoulders, as you pressed the heel of your foot into his back. The overwhelming need for him to fill you as he licked and sucked at your clit was bringing you to tears.
“You sound so pretty, cyar'ika,” Din murmured into your pussy, completely ignoring your plea. You could hear yourself whining as you tried to grind yourself onto his face but Din flexed his arms across your hips and kept you still.
His licks turned into kisses as he continued to explore your body with his lips. Knowing better than to buck up onto him again, you forced yourself to relax. You took deep breaths, a way to focus yourself so you could concentrate on where Din was touching you. His lips were tracing the scars you bore on the tops of your thighs. He lavished each one in attention much like what he had done to the scars you bore on your chest and arms, earlier in the evening.
Slowly, Din kissed every mark he could find, worshiping every bit. “So strong,” he practically moaned as he ran his hands up and down your legs. His touch brought fire to your skin. “Ner verd’ika.” His voice was laden with lust which made the knot in the pit of your stomach tighten further.
Din had been had been quiet as the two of you returned to the Razor Crest that evening. You had shot the bounty, forced to kill him in the fight that had ensued when the two of you had cornered him in the back of a cantina on a backwater moon. The bounty had jumped on you, assessing you as a lesser threat compared to the beskar covered Mandalorian. A good judgement-call on his part except for the blaster you had pointed at his chest when he pulled his vibroblade out on you.
You assumed Din was mad, the credits you would receive would be significantly less by bringing the bounty in dead. But after Din had dutifully dragged the body all the way back to the ship and stuffed it inside his carbon freezer without a single word, he turned his attention back on you. He applied bacta gel to the bruise that was already starting to form on your cheekbone. His hands were steady and gentle as he went from applying the first-aid to sweetly caressing your face.
His gentle ministrations turned more possessive as he rid you of your clothing. Din made sure you were comfortable, safe in his quarters on the Razor Crest before he tied the blindfold around your eyes. Even then he stroked your hair and touched your lips with his fingertips before he pulled away. Every click of his armor being removed sent your heart pounding in your chest. Anticipation built inside of you the longer Din was away from you, freeing him of his confines. The sight of which you hoped to be able to witness one day. An easier day.
But right now, Din was working his mouth on a large scar on the inside of your right leg. Though the scar tissue kept you from feeling the details of his mouth, the mere idea of what he was doing to you sent shivers racing down your body. You blindly plunged your hand down, finding purchase in his messy hair and dragged him back up to your face. You knew the only way you were able to accomplish this was because he allowed you to tug him back up to your lips.
“You are so beautiful,” Din kissed the words into your mouth. Your tears stained the blindfold as Din finally pressed his hard cock into your aching cunt. You were so wound up at this point that with his girth stretching you fully, you knew you wouldn’t last long. A little bit of pressure on your clit was all you needed to tumble off the edge but Din was taking his time with you. One of his strong arms worked its way under your head, replacing the worn blankets underneath you as your pillow. His other hand found its way to your breast and he began to work your nipple between his deft fingers.
You clenched impossibly hard around Din’s cock as he began to slowly drag it in and out of your cunt. The feel of him inside you, the pinches he placed on your breast, and his soft kisses were drowning your body. Your breaths were ragged and your clung to his back, trying to anchor yourself to him. Din’s hand left your breast and came to rest on your hip. Lifting you up slightly he changed the angle of his thrust inside of you, hitting you as deeply as possible.
“Yes! Right there!” Your cry sounded pathetic to your ears but Din moaned as if he couldn’t get enough. His pace was increasing and the hair at the base of his cock was scraping along your clit with every thrust. You bucked your hips in time with Din, meeting every one of his thrusts.
“So strong,” Din panted. “So beautiful. Fuck – please cum for me,” Din pleaded as his pace grew wilder.
Your orgasm hit you hard as your pussy clenched and gushed around Din’s cock. You were broken, torn down into pieces that fit in the palm of Dins hand. He held you tightly to him as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. Moaning and gasping your name just as you cried his. Your release had you trembling, clawing Din’s back as you tried to stay grounded to reality. Din’s thrusts began to falter and then he stilled inside of you as he licked kisses into your mouth. His cum buried deep into your pussy, filling you up and overflowing around his twitching dick.
You continued to lay there, both of you too content to move, wrapped in each other’s embrace. Your tearstained face hidden behind the blindfold, your lips swollen from kisses, and Din’s soft hair tickling the side of your neck were all parts of paradise. Very rarely were you allowed this slow time with Din. But you would take what he could give you, anything he could give, and you would never ask for more.