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There She Is

Din Djarin x Female Reader

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Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) excessive amounts of dirty talk, slight praise kink, slight innocence kink, size kink, spanking, degradation, helmetless and possessive Din (that’s how we like him best), oral sex and mentions of it (m and f receiving), vaginal sex, and suggested cumplay.

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A/N: we are just gonna imagine that the Crest didn’t get destroyed for this one lmao. Also, this fic had a ton of typos for some reason, so lmk if I missed any!

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You’re a mess, but in all honesty, when weren’t you? Situations like these made you almost go numb; it was that overwhelming. It’s as if you’d never been fucked before, and you suppose that before Din maybe you truly hadn’t. Really, nothing compared. It didn’t matter if another was bigger than him or if they had more muscle, no one took care of you the way Din did. No one broke you the way he did.

It was early morning when you’d woken up, just barely managing to get a peak of him as he slipped away. The lowering of the Crest’s ramp made your eyes momentarily burn, the morning sun invading your black hole of a home. It was always so dark in the Crest, and similar to its previous comparison, it seemed as if time was nonexistent when inside the ship, too.

He was leaving for a hunt and trying to do so quietly. Din always did his best to sneak away when leaving, knowing how upset it made you to see him go. Sometimes, he’d be gone for days. You wouldn’t know where he was or who he was hunting or when he’d be back. It made you incredibly needy, to say the least.

You felt overly clingy, like a child – lost in the world without him. But when he came back, it all seemed to be worth it. Sometimes he liked to pretend it bothered him, like your incredible attachment to him was annoying. But in reality… Din loves it, he loves how fucking needy you are. He feeds off of it. It was cute, really, watching him do his best to push down his emotions when the first thing he’d do when he got inside the Crest was practically jump on you. Your overwhelming emotions would be embarrassing if it were anyone else but him. But with Din, you had no reservations when it came to expressing yourself – and neither did he.

“Oh,” he chokes out, grunting slightly as he punches himself down your throat. “Your pretty mouth takes me so good…”

He looks down at you, helmet having been thrown to the side so he can see you with his naked eyes. One of his hands stays on the back of your head, keeping your close. The other messily brushes the hair from your face, moving to cup your jaw once he can see you. You glance up to meet his eyes, mouth currently full of him. His lips part, a low gasp forced from his throat as he stares down at you.

For just a moment, he’d slowed his motions, just to get a look at your face. And his heart almost stops as he takes in your innocent expression, so willing to sink down to your knees and pleasure him. He hadn’t even washed himself, still sweaty and grimy from his day-long hunt. And you found it incredibly tempting, the thought of sucking him off while he’s still filthy from pursuing his prey. You can smell him, the musk of his sweat mixed with the irony tinge of his sacred armor, as well as the scent of plasma from the blaster he almost always carries at his hip. You can also taste him, the salty drops accumulating along his skin, clear evidence of how hard he’s worked today.

“That’s it…” he groans, voice strained as he throws his head back.

His pelvis slaps against your mouth as he repeatedly dives inside, holding you with both hands while yours remain behind your back, just where he’d told you to put them. He likes to see you vulnerable, likes to have you completely at his mercy.

“Ner laandur dala,” he sighs out. “I’ve been getting hard all day just thinking about you.” (my delicate girl)

You moan around him, the sound forcing some of your spit out past your lips and around his cock. His lips curl when he feels this, head dropping down to watch your drool fall onto your chest. He’s amazed by it; you really do swallow him so well.

“Baby,” he suddenly huffs out, jaw dropping completely as his brows furrow in the center. “I’m, I’m gonna cum.”

The happy hum you emit is what sends him over the edge, swirling your tongue around his thick member and moving your mouth even quicker for him. His thrusts force your head back against the wall, the motion so vigorous it would’ve hurt if his hand wasn’t in the way. He continues to hold the back of your head and the right side of your jaw, fucking himself down your throat. Those deeply focused brown eyes close, pinching shut as he’s finally engulfed by the incredible wave of his high.

“Mm…” he roughly sighs out, hips pressed firmly against your face and sandwiching you between himself and the wall.

The first spurt shoots from his tip, hitting the back of your throat with a few droplets landing on your tongue. And more comes, of course, filling your mouth with a liquid warmth you’ve become especially fond of. It’s more bitter than his sweat, not as salty and definitely thicker in its consistency. It oozes down your throat, your tongue ushering it back with small swallows. Din’s hips continue to rotate against your face, no longer thrusting but just rubbing himself against you as his cock sits at the back of your throat. He’s looking down at you now, breathing out of his open mouth, in absolute awe of the pleasure you never cease to deliver.

Even though he’s just cum, he remains firm on your tongue. His body’s not done, not yet satisfied. With that realization, he retracts his hips, leaning down and hauling you up by your biceps. The motion is so quick that it provides enough momentum to lift your body up, allowing Din to easily place you on your shared cot in the Crest’s metal bunk. His hands then move to your hips, shoving you backwards and further into the modest metal space. In a few quick motions, he’s able to flip you onto your stomach, lifting your hips into the air until your legs bend to settle on your knees.

He's become quite the expert in shedding his armor, specifically at such a rapid pace. He admired the sacred adornments and treated them with respect but didn’t have time to place each one in their case during moments like these. So, he settled for laying them out on the ground to come back to when you were done. Within just a few moments, he’s bare and climbing into the bunk behind you. He settles near your backside, pelvis pressing against your ass with his cock resting between your cheeks. Both hands come to rest on your backside, giving you a small squeeze. His right one leaves you quickly though, hips and fingers moving to rub his head against your lips from behind.

“Tell me you want it,” he then says, voice breathy and rough. “Tell me how desperate you are for it – how much you like to be used.”

“Mm, Din…” you whine out in protest, feeling bashful now that you’re on full display for him.

“Tell me.” he continues, his tone surprisingly calm while he rubs his erection across your plump skin. “Just a few minutes ago you had your mouth wide open, begging me to fuck your face. You gonna beg me to fuck your cunt, too?”

“Please baby.” you whimper, your aching sex throbbing as you wait for him to enter.

The harsh sting that shivers across your backside serves as a reminder of what’s to come if you’re bad, what you’ll be punished with if you don’t respond.

“Please baby.” he callously mocks. “I know you can do better than that.”

“Diiiin,” you girlishly groan, face nuzzling into the sheets. “Baby, you make me so wet, I thought about you all day. Thought about how I rubbed my pussy against your cock last night, how you let me sit on your face until your tongue made me cum. Make me feel good again baby, please, I want it.”

“There she is,” he proudly says, warm palms rubbing over your cheeks. “There’s my needy girl.”

He’s smiling behind you, so much so that his dimple shows. His head drops down, smile remaining as he positions himself. The sigh that hits the air is similar to that of a hiss, the tip of him returning to the warm, welcoming place he’d spent hours in beneath the blanket of darkness within his ship.

“Keep talking, baby girl.” He breathes out, staring down as he continues to slide in. “You were so shy just a minute ago… but I know you.”