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Ahsoka had wondered when she would see the Mandalorian and Gorgu again, they had their own missions, big and important ones. She wanted to check in on them, to see how they were doing, but she had no com-link with them. Her best chance was with Bo-Katan, but the Night Owls had their own mission as well.
She could wait. She had done a lot of that in her lifetime.
Funny. She thought. I always hated waiting and would be so impatient.
Months went by until she saw him again. After she had found Thrawn, she was surprised to know that he knew the fate of Anakin Skywalker as Darth Vader, and that she was his apprentice. He was cunning, playing his words to try to save himself, but Ahsoka was far from naïve and ended him quickly. Thrawn had done too much trouble in the galaxy to continue to live, even locked up he would easily find a way out and build a name for himself once again.
Saving Ezra didn’t take much difficulty, and when Sabine had seen the young man after so many years, she embraced with happy tears, before punching him and demanding why the hell he tried to sacrifice himself back on Lothal.
Ahsoka was happy for them when they finally kissed - honestly, she could see their attraction when she first met them, and it took them many years and for one of them to go missing to reveal their love for the other.
It was like watching herself and Lux, only they didn’t have the happy couple ending.
She had commed Bo-Katan to tell her the news, the older woman congratulated her, and asked if she would help in taking down Moff Gideon. Ahsoka accepted of course, she couldn’t turn away from people in need, especially her friends.
Ahsoka arrived at the location where Bo-Katan and the Night Owls were, along with a dark-skinned human man and a female she didn’t know. The Mandalorian was there, Grogu wasn’t with him, perhaps he was with the Jedi that looked for him, or in a safe place away from the battlefield.
They fought against his army as Bo-Katan battled him for the darksaber. Ahsoka had fought battles her whole life, this one was nothing compared to the ones she had been part of. She was quick and slashed the enemies down until there was none left.
Bo-Katan had won her’s, the darksaber in her hand and she ended Moff Gideon’s life. Now she can rule Mandalore, without the Empire in control.
“Thank you, again.” Bo-Katan walked to her and held out her arm, Ahsoka grasped the wrist with her hand.
“Always Bo,” She gave a smirk. “But lose that thing again and I’ll rule Mandalore.”
Bo-Katan chuckled. “I think there won’t be any complaints about that, Lady Tano.”
They nodded and parted. Bo-Katan went back to the Night Owls, her two comrades happy for their friend, knowing they had a good leader to rule them.
Ahsoka turned to see the Mandalorian had walked to her. “We meet again,” She smiled at him. “It is good to see you.”
“Likewise.” He nodded. She could feel his relief through the Force now that the battle was over. “Bo-Katan said you would show up.”
“Well, seeing that she commed me to help.” She gave a slight tilt of her head with a smirk. Amusement rolled off the masked man, if not for the Force she wouldn’t know what he was feeling. “How is Grogu?”
“Good. We followed your instructions. He was...scared at first, but then he reached out into the Force. Not long after a boy named Luke Skywalker showed up, said he was a friend of yours.”
“He is. A very good one.” Of course, it was her master’s son that came to help. Luke held Anakin’s desire to help others in need, yet his mother’s patience and knowledgeable thinking. It was Leia who was more like her father, despite the two having different life choices.
Luke was powerful, well trained and kind. Grogu would have been well taken care of in his care - disciplined, yet also taught with kindness. “He is trained well then.”
“He is.” A pause. “Thank you.”
She gave a little bow of her head, accepting his thanks. Her montrals noticed the new footsteps making their way towards them, and she turned to see the man and woman she didn’t know.
“So,” The woman started. “I guess by the laser swords that you’re a Jedi?”
Ahsoka smiled in amusement. “You guess correct.”
The woman held out a hand “Cara Dune.”
Ahsoka shook it, the woman was strong, obvious enough by her muscle - yet so was she. “Ahsoka Tano.”
“Greef Karga.” The man introduced himself, Ahsoka also shook his hand and gave a nod. “I’m honoured to meet a Jedi.”
A small, amused huff left her lips. A Jedi. Was she still one of them, after all this time?
“We were about to go to town to celebrate,” Cara said. “You’re welcome to join us, especially with how you handled those troopers.”
Celebrate. Ahsoka remembered doing such things back in the Clone Wars, with the Clones and Anakin.
“Thank you, but I must decline.”
It wasn’t the Clone Wars anymore, she had no people to celebrate with, and she wouldn’t intrude.
Cara and Greef looked at each other, before they gave her a nod, and walked off into the nearby town in eyesight, no doubt going to a bar.
“Do you have a mission?” The Mandalorian asked her, there was something there, something...longing.
“No,” She slightly shook her head. “But you can never tell who needs help out there.”
It’s a reason Ahsoka doesn’t stay in one place for too long, the reign of the Empire may be over, but there are still people out there who need help, and Ahsoka would answer their call.
“That’s true,” But then he took a few steps forward, closer to her and she could smell the dirt and ash of fighting off his armour. “But shouldn’t you...rest?”
She tilted her head in question, but amusement filled her. His...embarrassment, poured off him that she had to hold back a chuckle.
“I mean -” He shifted on his feet ever so slightly. “You had to finish your mission, and then help here. Surely you could take a break.”
Surely, she could.
But -
“And you?” She asked him and took a step forward. Ahsoka could feel his eyes swaying, the urge to take a step back but pushed it away. It made her smile again. “After everything you have done, will you allow yourself to sit back and relax? To celebrate?” She paused before continuing, taking in his silence. “Or are there other tasks that need your help?”
“I…” The Mandalorian hesitated, she did not know him well, but knew enough from her conversation with Grogu from all those months ago. The Mandalorian saved him, took care of him when he didn’t have to, and when he gave him away to finish his mission, he came back for Grogu. Ahsoka felt the child’s love and affection for the man he saw as a father, and she could feel the same feeling from the Mandalorian to Grogu as well.
The Mandalorian was kind and gentle, it just took trust and understanding to achieve it.
“I’m not sure,” He eventually admitted. “About the tasks.” He added. “But for a bit of relaxation? I could use it, and I’m sure you could too.”
She could feel want, longing, and the want for affection - to give it as well. It was -
Oh.
If she was the same as she was back in her padawan days, she would have blushed and stuttered.
Luckily, she wasn’t, and she could keep it hidden. Ahsoka was just thankful that he didn’t have the Force to read her feelings and emotions at this moment.
It didn’t take long for her to think about it. The Mandalorian had some good points, and after all the traveling she had done, her body ached for something soft to rest on, perhaps a drink or two.
And something more.
“Alright then.” She walked to his side, her shoulder brushing against the metal of his shoulder. No skin contact, yet it affected them both. “Lead the way.”
The bar was rowdy as the people drank and talked about the fight they had watched moments before. They were all cheering, bumping each other on the shoulder, and slinging their arms around each other as they laughed.
It made Ahsoka feel warm - this is what she fought for, people celebrating when the evil is defeated, when they’re finally free to live without fear.
The Mandalorian led her away from the others and into a secluded corner, the loud sound of people’s voices still heard, but numbed.
The table is round where they sat, and in the corner, it meant circled seating as well. They sat opposite each other, yet there is another there.
“Hello again.”
Grogu cooed and extended his arms. Ahsoka smiled as she lifted the child and brought him to her chest, her hand gently on his head and ran fingers down his ears and to his cheek. He babbled happily and sent a wave of happiness over the Force. She brushed up against it and gave her own happiness to see him.
“Looks like he’s happy to see you.” The Mandalorian said, an unspoken sentence that only Ahsoka could feel. She wouldn’t pry it out of him, not yet.
“As am I.” She tapped Grogu on the nose that got her a giggle. Ahsoka couldn’t remember that last time she was with a youngling, especially one with such power within the Force. It reminded her of those younglings in the Jedi Temple, they’re bright eyes ready for knowledge and excitement.
She pushed it all away - it was still painful.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” He asked a bit too quickly. Ahsoka chuckled, Grogu was laughing at his father’s nervousness in the Force.
Adorable.
“A gentleman. I don't find many these days.” She gave him an amused look, he shifted in his seat, his head an angle to the bar, but she could feel his eyes turn back to her.
“Too bad. You deserve one.”
Again, said too quickly. Again, he was embarrassed.
“Oh.” But so was she. “Thank you.” But like always, her spirit came back. “Do you know of one for me?”
There was a spike in his feelings, it almost made her jump as she felt it.
Nervous, anxious - but then calm and confident.
“Maybe.”
Oh, so it’s like that is it? Ahsoka was never one to run away, even if she wanted to. She placed Grogu on the soft seat between them and looked at the Mandalorian as she rested her chin in her palm. “Surprise me.”
The drink.
He nodded and then left the table once he was out of sight Ahsoka looked back at Grogu.
“How have you been, young one?”
He talked to her through the Force, about Luke Skywalker and his training. Grogu talked fondly about the young man and Ahsoka was happy that the two got along, especially with the Mandalorian.
The soft clink of glass on the table got her attention and she looked to see a decent sized glass with darkened yellow liquid. The Mandalorian sat back opposite her, a glass with dark brown liquid not even half full.
Ahsoka turned back to her own and lifted it up, her nose sniffed the edge and found the scent pleasantly sweet. She took a sip and found the taste was the same as the smell, it was nice and calming, yet not a lot of alcohol in.
She gave a hum. “Not bad.”
Relief washed over him; he was that worried that she wouldn’t like the drink?
How sweet.
Ahsoka looked at his own drink. “Whiskey? Not bad either.”
He stiffened slightly. “You’ve had it?” He asked, disbelief in his voice.
“Not long after the end of the Clone Wars.” Ahsoka replied, her voice becoming sorrow. “It was one of the things that helped...numb the pain.”
She had never really been expressive about her past, only that she served in the Clone Wars and that was that. Not being betrayed by the Jedi Council, not her master falling to the dark side and becoming the right hand of Sidious - it was too much to unload and still painful to talk about.
It felt different with the Mandalorian, perhaps because he knew the feeling of loneliness all too well, she felt it from him the first time they met with the talk of him leaving Grogu in her care.
“It doesn’t have a bad taste either.”
He was silent for a moment. “That’s true.”
He was curious, a feeling of want to know what she meant by her statement, and another of not wanting to pry. He was in conflict, though she could tell that with the small fidget of his body that her keen eyes would only see.
Ahsoka decided to say it for him. “You want to know about my past.”
The Mandalorian stilled, he had been caught. “Yes. But...I don’t want to pry.”
“That’s alright.” She gave him a soft smile to ease his nerves. “To be honest, I don’t tell people much about it. But with you, I don’t mind.”
He was shocked, Ahsoka could easily tell even with the helmet on.
“I was found on the planet Shili by a great Jedi Master named Plo Koon, he took me to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant where I was taught in the ways of the Force; how to control it and be in tune with it. I became a Padawan at the start of the Clone Wars to a great Jedi Knight, he was called a hero as the years of the war went on, we fought side by side on many missions…. He was like my brother.”
Sadness creeped its way in and Ahsoka was quick to shake it off. “A year before the end of the Clone Wars, I was framed with the bombing of the Jedi, and was expelled and given to the Republic for a military trial. My master found the true culprit who turned out to be my friend, Barriss Offee. I was taken back to the Jedi Temple to return, but I refused. I saw the Jedi had been corrupted by their ties to the Republic that I just couldn’t stay there anymore.”
How she wished she did. If she had stayed Anakin might not have turned, Padmé would have lived, Palpatine would be dead, and the Empire wouldn’t exist. Thousands of lives would have been saved.
“But a year later, Bo-Katan found me, and we made an alliance to capture the renegade Sith Lord Maul. We were successful and I was on my way back to Coruscant with Maul and my troopers, then Order 66 was commenced.”
She still had nightmares of that day; her men with her colours painted on their helmets, shooting at her to kill. It wasn’t their fault; it was the chip in their heads that forced them to do it.
But she couldn’t save them all - only Rex.
“I was alone, and with the Jedi being hunted, I had to keep hidden. I eventually joined the Rebellion, but in its final year I was trapped on Malachor after the aftermath of duelling Darth Vader. Luckily, I managed to get out, and here I am.”
Ahsoka breathed, she was still shaken by the events of the past fifteen years, but it felt good to speak about it, especially to someone who knew loneliness.
“I didn’t know much about Jedi.” The Mandalorian said after a moment of silence. “All I knew is that they were enemies of the Mandalorians and were sorcerers.”
She couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sorcerers? That’s an amusing word to use for us.”
A flicker of amusement and relief passed through him. “I didn’t know how much you suffered.” His voice now solemn. “I’m sorry.”
“Thank you.” Ahsoka smiled. “It wasn’t easy - it still isn’t, but there is no other choice then to move forward. I have found a new path, as well as new friends and allies.”
The Mandalorian nodded. “I understand.”
The corner of her lips tugged. “Which am I to you?”
“Excuse me?” He asked, confused.
“Friend or Ally. Which one am I to you?”
She rested her chin in the plan of her hand, a look of amusement on her face. The Mandalorian shifted on his seat, uncomfortable with the question. It’s easy to answer and from the Mandalorians she’s used to them wouldn’t have this much of a hard time telling someone who they were to them. But this Mandalorian is different, he’s not from the clans she’s seen, Bo-Katan mentioned he was a “Child of the Watch” - if he was taken in by Death Watch, then he would only know killing.
And Grogu changed him for the better.
“I think…” His fingers tapped against the table top, his signature a pool of chaos of his emotions. “Maybe something else…”
“Oh?” She can’t help the smirk on her lips. “And what’s that?”
There’s silence, and then -
“I’d rather not say with all these people around.”
Oh. “Well then, we better finish these drinks fast.”
They managed to make their way to his accommodation (courtesy of Greef, who had taken Grogu off their hands) without a single touch or misstep from their drinks, but as soon as they entered, the atmosphere changed.
“So, are you going to keep the helmet on?” Ahsoka asked as she took off her cloak and put it over a plush pale green chair, it ran throughout the room as well as gold and white. A strange mix of colours, but it clearly gave off the sense of money.
She turned back to him to find his cloak gone as well, hanging up on one of the hooks. He’s such a sweetheart.
“I haven’t taken it off since I was a child.”
Ahsoka frowned, that was...she wouldn’t say horrible, at least not aloud. “I see,” But she wouldn’t push him. “Whatever you chose, I won’t judge or push. I want you to be comfortable as well.”
His deep breath is loud on her montrals, the air around them slightly tense. He lifted his hands, and her eyes widened as they unclasped the helmet, they shook slightly before he slowly took it off.
He wasn’t like she imagined, shaggy brown hair and brown eyes, his skin tanned - an olive colour, but a bit darker, little hair’s that told her he would grow a beard. He didn’t look threatening at all, instead when he looked at her, he looked…. vulnerable.
Of course he is. His helmet is off.
Ahsoka stared.
He signed. “Your disappointed.”
“No,” She shook her head and walked to him, a gentle smile on her lips. “Your handsome.”
He looked at her in shock, the skin of his cheeks turned pink. She had seen that expression on humans before, but somehow this man in front of her looked impossibly adorable. His eyes shifted as he swallowed, and when he looked back at her he said. “My name...it’s Din.”
“Din,” She tested. It felt right. “I like it.”
“Thanks,” He smiled awkwardly, how is he so adorable? “I’ve - Um - I’ve never done...this, before…”
Unlike many people who would have been shocked, Ahsoka wasn’t. She lost her virginity in her late twenties, she didn’t sleep with someone on a whim, she wanted to know that person and be comfortable with them.
She hoped she could be that someone for Din. “That’s nothing to be ashamed about, only you can decide when you’re ready or not, and if you’re not, that's perfectly fine.”
Surprise and gratitude emerged from him, she didn’t know much about his own past but knew of the clan he was brought up in, they were ruthless and shielded. Perhaps that’s how they brought him up, to know how to kill but not to love.
Again, it seemed like Grogu helped him.
“Thank you,” His voice soft as he whispered, “But, I want this,” He looked into her eyes. Ahsoka had seen brown eyes before, but the way he looked at her, she couldn’t help but find those eyes so beautiful.
She smiled. “So do I.” Remembering that this was his first time, she asked. “Do you want me to take the lead?”
He looked grateful at her. “Please, if you don’t mind.”
I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.
Ahsoka nodded and took the bands off her arms and placed them on the table before reaching behind her and unzipped the back of her collar, the fabric fell in two and showed her bra. Din’s eyes widened and the blush on his cheeks had increased - darker. Ahsoka smiled and untied her pants before undoing her boots, taking them off and allowing her pants to fall to the floor, her top filled shortly after.
Dressed in only her undergarments, Ahsoka looked at Din once again, and grinned at his expression. “See something you like?”
His eyes roamed over her, and he bit his lip. “Very.”
She completed the task after taking off the fabric that converted her private parts, now out in open for the Mandalorian. “Do you need help getting out of that armour?”
Din jumped back, looked at himself and hastily went to work. Ahsoka laughed and watched as pieces fell one by one until he was naked in front of her. His muscles were defined, and his chest harboured a six-pack - a body men would die for.
She licked her lips, her body just itching to touch his own - to feel him.
Ahsoka walked to him and very gently, held his hand. “Still want to do this?”
“Yes,” He nodded, there was no hesitation, but he was still nervous. Understandable.
Ahsoka softly smiled at him and led him to the bed, and gently laid him on his back before sitting gently on his waist. Din gasped and his free hand reached out to her hip, but quickly pulled away.
“It’s ok, you can touch me.”
He nodded, and slowly reached up again, this time his hand touched her. Ahsoka quietly gasped at the touch of his warm hand, just one simple touch and her body had been alight. “Keep going.” His hands start off slow, gentle as if she was glass, but her moans make them confident, and when he fondled her breasts her hips grind against his, making him moan himself.
Her montrals vibrated in pleasure at the sounds from his lips, and she leaned down to look at him closer. “Can I start?”
“Yes,” He gasped, “Please.”
Her lips were on him in seconds, cheeks first before trailing down to his neck. Her Togruta instincts came in as she nibbled at his skin, and Din reacted perfectly by moaning and thrusting his hips for more. Ahsoka trailed back up, a hand on his cheek as they stared at each other, her face getting closer and closer, waiting for any sense of discomfort from him.
When there wasn’t, she kissed his lips.
They were so soft, and warm. She instantly went in for more, and Din melted beneath her, his hands on her back at hips to hold her. They were also warm - everything about him was warm, it made her feel comfortable, relaxed, like there were no worries - it’s been a long time since she didn’t have to worry about something.
They gasped as they pulled away, too caught up that they forgot to breathe. Cheeks darkened with blush, arousal heating their bodies up even more than before. Ahsoka can feel this thick and throbbing cock against wet cunt, and a part of her wants to ride him now like there’s no tomorrow. The other wants to take it slow and gentle, to tread careful grounds and to not get ahead.
She’ll go with that one.
“I want to suck your cock,” She whispered against him, amused by his shocked expression. “Can I do that?”
“Yes,” Din nodded urgently. “Yes - Please.”
She smiled and gave his cheek a peck before going back down, trailing her lips down him once again and going further. Down his throat and chest, pass his stomach and hips. His legs parted with knees facing the ceiling as she sat between them.
She wrapped her hand around it first, feeling it up before rubbing up and down, jerking him. Din thrusted his hips instantly, a low moan from his lips. The pre-cum spread out as Ahsoka continued her movements, and when he was deemed enough, she leaned down and flicked the tip with her tongue.
Din moaned loudly, a whine following shortly after. Ahsoka didn’t hesitate and took the tip in her mouth, her hand doing the rest. Tongue over the slit before she took him in more, groaning at how he shuddered against her, and the absolute throbbing of his cock - throbbing for her.
“Let go,” She said as she pulled away, her breath creating goose bumps on his skin. “Don’t hold back, just let go, and fall into it.” She took him in again but deeper until her nose brushed against his stomach. A choked moan came from the man and a hand appeared on the valley between her montrals before picking one to hold into. Ahsoka shivered in delight and moaned against him, the vibrations sending him even more pleasure.
She went slowly, bobbing her head gently with her hand jerking the base. When his moans got louder, and more need appeared in his thrusts did she quicken her pace. Gurgles came from her throat as his cock hit the back, a small line of drool appeared at the corner of her mouth and her lips wet with pre-cum and saliva. Her other hand trailed down to fondle his testicles, if she was on top, she could have jerked him off and swallowed them.
“Ahh! - Ahs-oka-!”
Her name sounded delicious on his lips and sucked him harder.
Say it again.
“Ashoka-!”
Yes.
She pulled back, not wanting him to cum just yet. Ahsoka knows how human males work during sex and they don’t cum much as females and get exhausted quickly after their first release. She wanted him inside of her before that happened.
He breathed heavily under her, too taken by her mouth on his cock. His cheeks pink and chest mirrored his breathing, eyes shined with lust.
He swallowed. “I... I want to do the same to you,”
Ahsoka knew exactly what that meant, and she shivered in delight.
“Ok,” She got off him and let him sit up, their bodies switched roles and soon she was under him.
He hovered above her and his eyes looked all over her, taking every inch of her; she noticed how he trailed the white markings over her body, and how he bit his lips when his eyes went lower.
“Your beautiful.” Din blurted out, his eyes widened and cheeks even more pink.
Ahsoka doesn’t give him the chance to apologise, “Thank you,” and smiles. “Your very handsome as well.”
He looked shocked for a moment, then chuckled. “You told me that earlier,”
“Because it’s true.”
“Well,” He shifted above her slightly, embarrassed but wanting to say it. “What I said was true as well. You...You are beautiful,”
Heat came to her cheeks. Comments have been made to her before about her looks, from friends she just grins and compliments them back, from perverts she simply punches them in the face and tells them to fuck off. But from this man it makes her blush and feel...happy.
“Thank you,” She said again with more of a smile, her heart thumping and butterflies in her stomach. She’s never reacted this way to a man before, only Lux, but that was short-lived, even after the Empire and when it fell, there was nothing between them except friendship.
Din’s hands feel up her arms and near her neck, they’re shaking, especially when they get near her breasts. He’s still nervous, but she can feel his lust for her and his want to touch her so...explicitly - Oh Force.
“You can touch me,” She said to him. “However, you like, I’m here.”
Din swallowed again, his eyes looked over her once more - they’re calculating, thoughts overlapping on what he should do and the next course of action. Eventually he nodded, and ever so slowly, moved his to brush against one of her breasts.
Ahsoka’s breath hitched, and she felt Din quickly pull his hand away. “No, don’t,” He froze and looked at her with wide eyes. She smiled gently at him and touched his arm. “It feels good, all the sounds I make are because you’re making me feel good.”
He hesitated. “Are you sure?”
So kind and thoughtful. “Yes,” She nodded.
He believed her, and touched the side of her breasts again, Ahsoka sighed in comfort and her skin tingled when he moved closer, slowly to her hard nipple.
She gasped, a little arch in her back and head tilted back with closed eyes. A hum of content came to her lips, and she smiled. “That feels good.”
“I’m glad,” He said and gave little pressure to the hard bud, this time Ahsoka moaned.
“Keep touching me,” She begged, her body burned with desire for the man over her. “Please,”
Perhaps it was her begging or the use of ‘please’, but Din’s hands started to have more confidence. A harder pinch on her nipple and the other hand going down her stomach, she arched into his pleasurable touch, wanting more, and moaning it out.
“Din…” Her legs parted, and she thrusted her hips to him, making it known that she wanted him more and more. It seemed to edge him on as his hand went lower and brushed against her wet cunt that made her gasp, and shiver in delight. “Din, please…”
“Yes…” His whisper loud on her montrals, and his hand dipped -
“Oh…” His fingers prodded her folds, flicking and pushing. Her legs opened wider, and her hands tightened their hold on his biceps. They stayed there, playing around with her entrance. She should be patient as this was Din’s first time, he was nervous and mostly likely didn’t know what to do -
Oh.
“D-Din -”
“Forgive me,” He broke her off. “I know what happens, but don’t know how,” He looked saddened. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright Din,” She comforted, her voice soft and warm – caring. “I’m here, and I’ll help you.”
He licked his lips, it teased her because she wanted to kiss them so badly again.
But she would wait and help him.
“You have to make sure I’m wet first, which I am,” She held his hand at her cunt and grabbed one of his fingers. “You start with one finger first,” Holding against her entrance, she slowly pushed it in, her head rolled back with closed eyes as she was finally penetrated – it might not be his cock, but it still felt good. “The you move it, up and down, like this.” She pulled his finger back before pushing back in and repeated this movement. “You can also curl your finger like this,” She showed him a demonstration with her own finger, and she felt him copying the movement. “Oh, that’s it,”
Din gasped above her, eyes shook as they watched her writhe beneath him, in pleasure just by one finger. “…I think I got it,”
She smiled, “Good,” and let his hand go in favouring of holding onto the sheets. “Whenever you’re ready,”
Less than half of his finger still inside her, he breathed and edged closer, and pushed.
Ahsoka gasped once again. “That’s it – keep going.”
Din grunted, mixed in with a growl as he continued. Her heart beat faster as she could feel the lust slowly overtaking him, his thoughts of what he wanted to do to her was loud and exciting.
Slowly, she came to the feeling that one finger wasn’t enough. “You – You can put another one in now,”
He didn’t ask or looked shocked, only nodded and did what she told.
“Oh – yes,” Ahsoka sighed in delight and tightened her hold on the bed sheets, it has been so long since she had felt this way and she was going to enjoy every minute of it – but she wanted more. “Another – Oh!” Looks like he’s no longer nervous. But that was good, he was staring to get familiar and comfortable with what he was doing. “So good…”
“It is?” Din questioned, his voice a bit rough from his ministrations on her body, the look of the upmost concentration on his face to give her what she needed – wanted. “I – There is more I can do, isn’t there?”
Those words surprised her. Yes, she would feel him wanting to give her more, but for him to say it – to insinuate made it feel more real.
“T-There is,” It was hard to speak when he was fingering her so good. “Y-You can use your m-mouth, if you want to…”
His fingers are gone, and she barley whimpers before his mouth his on her. “Ooooh!” His gentle but on the brink of eating her out like he was starving. He licks and sucks with intentions in mind – to make her feel good, and he’s doing an incredible job of it. “Yes! T-That’s it, oooooh, feels so good…!”
Her stomach tightened, a feeling that she hadn’t had for so long but knew exactly what it meant, and her excitement increased. Her hips thrusted harder, her nails digging into the sheets as she gasped and moaned. “Almost there – Fuck – Keep going…”
Din kept going and increased his actions that bought her to her release seconds later.
Ahsoka moaned as she orgasmed, her back off the bed and limbs stretching. She fell on her back that made the bed bounce; her chest mirrored her heavy breathing as she came down from her high. When her eyes opened, she saw Din above her, licking her release off his mouth and chin.
Fuck, that’s hot.
She breathed. “Fuck, that was amazing.”
He looked at her with little surprise, then again, she was telling him how good he made her feel. “I’m glad.”
Taking the initiative, she leaned up and kissed his lips. Din eagerly reciprocated, and she opened her mouth to him, moaning as she felt his tongue. She could taste herself, but it didn’t throw her off. Wrapping her arms around him, she gently pulled him down to lean over her once more, legs wide open to accommodate his lower half.
His throbbing hard cock was pushed against her cunt that made them both gasp, the little trickle of pre-cum making her shiver.
“Are you ready?” He asked as he positioned himself, lining up his cock to her cunt.
She was eager – desperate to feel him inside of her. “Yes,”
He held her legs as he pushed himself in, slowly and gently. Both groaned at the feel of each other, and gasped when they finally hit the point. Taking another deep breath, Ahsoka gave Din a nod.
“Go,”
He breathed. That was all he needed.
He started gently and slow, getting used to how they felt. Ahsoka practically marvelled at the feel of a cock inside her, especially one so thick. It was hard to find a good man these days, especially in bed.
Thank the Force I met Din.
After a few more slow thrusts Ahsoka was ready for more and tapped his shoulder. “You can go faster – Ahh!” He didn’t let her finish as he started to increase his pace, hips thrusted together and his balls slapped against her, creating a loud sound that mixed in with their sounds of pleasure.
“Oooh - Ah!” Ahsoka clawed at in’s back as she gasped. “Fuck – Oh Force yes!”
Din grunted against her montrals, more aroused by her moans of the pleasure he gave her and went harder. Ahsoka choked on a gasp and held onto him tightly as he fucked her against the bed that bounced with their thrusts. It creaked, and Ahsoka wondered if anyone could hear it. If they can then our moans must be defending.
“Ahhh…” Din’s moans sent vibrations through her montrals, increasing her pleasure. His hands clutched the bed sheets beneath her body, so tight that they might also rip – That sounded hot. “Ahsooo.. - Ahsoka,”
Again. I want to hear my name from your lips again. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in, penetrating her deeper. “Din – Oh Force, Din!” She gasped. “Y-You feel so good – I want more, please.”
“I-I will give you anyt-thing,” He panted, and leaned back to look at her. His face flushed with sweat. Ahsoka had seen that look on males before, in training and in bed, and never before had it made her feel anything other than a nice shower until now.
“My name,” She whined. “I want t-to hear It again,”
“Ahsoka,”
“Yes,”
“Ahsoka, Ahsoka, A-Ahsoka -!”
His cock hit her deeper with passion, driving her to the edge and giving her all the pleasure she wanted. Her hands must have made marks on his back, but he showed no signs of discomfort - that was good, at least she wasn’t hurting him.
The tightening at her stomach came back and she held onto him even tighter, head against the pillows and she pleaded for more. “O-Oooh – Din!”
Her moan was loud was she orgasmed, her body shook and her grip on Din was sure to draw blood. Ahsoka slumped back against the bed as it ran through her, panting as her high slowly faded. Din had stopped to take her in, his appreciation and awe of her radiated off him – how could she be even more flushed?
When her eyes finally opened, she saw Din looking at her, as if in a trance.
Force, he is a wonder.
But it couldn’t stop here, not yet, not until Din got what he needed – what he wanted, as well.
“Keep going,” She said, and held onto him again. “Release yourself,”
That shook him out of it. Din nodded and went back to fucking her good, and it didn’t take him long to get back to the paused pace.
He concentrated; eyes squeezed shut. His hands changed to touch her and wrap around her body, pressing himself to her like nothing could get between them. There was a new noise - squelching as his balls slapped against her soaked cunt with her cum, and weirdly enough, it was arousing.
He gasped against her yet again. “Dank Farrik,”
She almost laughed.
“J-Jate…Bid Jate.” Good. So good. “Fuck.”
Din switched from Mando’a to Basic, but fortunately Ahsoka understood the Mando’a language well, given that she fought side by side with Clones for three years.
The movement of his hips changed, they became sloppy, hard, and desperate. He was close – almost there.
Ahsoka clenched around him, bringing his fall.
She gasped loudly, and Din moaned as he released himself in her, a few more thrusts of his hips to spend it all before he was done. She felt his release inside and shivered – it felt so good.
Pants were the only noise in the room, the heat around them started to fade away, as did their energy.
Din breathed and opened his eyes to look down at her. “That was…”
“Brilliant.” Ahsoka finished, with a cock of her brows.
Din smiled. “Yes, absolutely.”
Ahsoka chuckled, and raised her hand to brush through his damp, brown locks. “You were amazing, especially for your first time.”
“I’m glad,” He went to move and fell on top of her. “Sorry-” He hurried to get back up, his signature full of embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s alright Din,” She smiled at him, and brushed on his arm for comfort. “Your exhausted, it’s normal.”
He looked bashful as he casted his eyes down. “Right – Still, I apologise.”
Force. “Your adorable,” She chuckled again. “I don’t think I can ever be angry at you with that cute face,”
The blushed reached his ears, and she had to hold herself back from pointing it out and caressing them.
He staggered again above her.
“Lie down,” She said gently, as she moved away to let him lay on the mattress and roll onto his back that glistened with sweat. She laid near him, not wanting to overstep his boundaries despite their most intimate actions. “Better?”
“Very,” He breathed. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,”
Silence followed, but it was comfortable - at least for was for Ahsoka, she hoped Din felt the same way.
“Thank you,” He said again and looked at her. She was captivated by those brown eyes. “For being gentle with me. Most people expect a man to be experienced and they have all these expectations, you never did. You…accepted me. Thank you.”
Ahsoka smiled warmly at the man, she understood what he meant. Because of her species many thought she had every amount of experience she could have, as many of her people had been enslaved and used for pleasure. She never slept around for fun or for money, only with those she trusted, and Din was one of them.
“I understand exactly what your feeling, but even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have acted any differently. I am honoured that you chose me for this. I will always remember and never be negative about it.”
He looked at her in awe again.
Honestly, is he trying to make me blush?
Din swallowed and reached a hand out to her, Ahsoka shifted closer, showing her permission, and ever so slowly and gently, brushed his fingers against her cheek. Her eyes fluttered at the warm touch and she couldn’t help but lean into it. It was so warm and soft, so comforting, like it took nothing to make her relax.
“Bid Mesh'la,” So beautiful.
He may not be trying to make her blush, but it happened regardless.
“Can I…Can I kiss you?”
She breathed and moved closer, her hand brushing against his arm. “Please,”
He swallowed again, larger this time and moved his hand to caress the back of her neck. Ahsoka moved, leaning down as he leaned up to meet, and kissed her lips.
Just like how he touched her cheek, the kiss was warm and soft, gentle as if she was glass, long as they melted into each other. Ahsoka found herself across his chest, a hand on his cheek as his other hand want around her waist.
They breathed again, and Ahsoka smiled. The Force was singing, pushing her to him as if she was meant to be by his side. It felt right, and she wondered if it was the will of the Force.
“Did you want to go back to Grogu? You don’t have to stay here with me. Or I could leave?”
“No.” He said too quickly, a look on his face of not wanting this night to be over. “I…Can you sense him? With the Force?”
The Force huh? So it’s not “powers” anymore.
She nodded, “I’ll check,” and closed her eyes before searching for him. It didn’t take her long. His signature was calm and relaxed, and the Force showed him to her.
Ahsoka smiled. “He’s sleeping, and very well may I add. Greef is spoiling him with a bed far too large, and too many pillow and blankets.”
Din chuckled with warm, and she could feel the love pouring out for the child. It was warm, like the sun yet didn’t burn her, it felt like she could curl up against it and would forever be safe.
“That’s good,” He said, and moved so he laid comfortable on his back once more. “Then…I’ll guess I’ll stay here then,”
She had to hole back her beam as she settled down next to him, arms around his torso as he wrapped his own arms around her waist. She could hear his heartbeat against her cheek, it was strange how it could make her feel relaxed, perhaps it was the reassuring that he was there and holding her so tenderly.
"So...who am I?"
"What?"
"From earlier; I asked if I was your friend or ally, and said it was something else - something you wanted to say in private."
"Oh," She didn't have to look to know he was blushing. "...Maybe...a-a lover?"
Her heart burst, and she couldn't help but smile. Leaning up again, she placed a passionate kiss on his lips. "I'll be honoured, if you'll be mine as well."
"Yes," His reply was quick. "Gedet'ye." Please.
She gave him another kiss, "Of course." and snuggled against him. “Goodnight, Din.”
“Nuhoy Pirusti, Ahsoka.” Sleep well.
They did, with the promise of morning far from their minds as they slept in each other’s embrace.