Across the Stars (Star Wars X Reader)

Flirt (Paz Vizsla X Reader) (NSFW)

I MISS MY BIG BOY!!!! 🥺🥺🥺 WHERE IS HE FILONI I NEED TO KNOW!!!!!

Warnings: Consumption of alcohol, Flirtation, Jealous! Paz, Attempted drugging, Description of a fight, Possessive! Paz, Smut, Absolutely filthy dialogue, Rough sex, Spanking, Dom/Sub dynamics, Paz has a Daddy Kink, Cockwarming, Fluff, No use of Y/N

Paz Vizsla has never felt this kind of anger before, and he has to deal with some of the biggest idiots in the covert. This kind of rage is unusual, though. No one made a mistake, no one had broken a blaster for the trillionth time, and no one had missed their training drills. He was in a cantina; nursing a drink and trying to overhear any information on his bounty. You had joined him in his walk into town-- making quick stops to buy supplies that were desperately needed. You asked him if you could go into the cantina with him, desiring your own drink before returning to the ship to make some repairs.

Paz didn't see a problem with that at the time, and allowed you to go into the cantina with him. The two of you went up to the bar, ordered your drinks, and sat down in comfortable silence. He observed you while you nurse your drink, his impassive visor masking the way his eyes wandered your form, admiring your curves and stunning features. He'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't have feelings for you-- you had caught his eye since you first met almost a year ago, and he's dropped subtle hints here and there of his feelings for you, but you haven't seemed to pick up on them. But he doesn't miss the way your face flushes every time your hand brushes his when you reach for the same tool, or when he presses his chest against your back to reach over you to open the alcohol cabinet in the galley while you clean the dishes.

Now, Paz was silently watching as you make small talk with the twi'lek that sat down next to you a few minutes ago, not hiding his wandering, lustful gaze, nor his flirtatious remarks. It makes his blood boil that this shabuir thinks he's even worthy of your presence. Paz reigned his jealousy in, not wanting to cause a scene, or embarrass you any. It wasn't his place to be possessive of you-- he hasn't even verbalized his feelings for you yet, and as much as he wants you to be his Dala, there's a part of him that's terrified of telling you his feelings. You were just business partners: nothing more, nothing less.

Paz's heart rate skyrocketed as the twi'lek loosely wrapped an arm around your shoulder, making a joke which caused you to giggle. His grip on his glass tightened as he restrained himself from grabbing you and hauling you out of the dingy cantina-- the original purpose for coming to the bar long forgotten. Narrowing his eyes behind the helmet, he saw the shabuir's hand move languidly over your drink. Paz was at least trying to be subtle as he watched you before, but now he had his full attention on you and the twi'lek as you chatted, diligently watching his hand as it hovered over your drink. Neither you nor the twi'lek seemed to feel the mandalorian's burning gaze, continuing whatever conversation you were having.
When he saw the shiny red pill fall from the twi'lek's hand and into your drink, Paz lost his composure. He rose from his seat, standing at full, intimidating height, and grabbed the bastard by his shirt, and threw him to the ground. He looked up at the mandalorian in fear, his eyes wide.

"Don't think I didn't see that, hut'uun," Paz growled out before kicking the twi'lek hard in the chest. The twi'lek wheezed in pain, curling into the fetal position, "If you ever come near her again, I'll take your head as a trophy." Everyone's eyes were on the mandalorian as he roughed up the twi'lek, many shrinking down as to not attract the massive man's wrath.

Paz turned to face you, and was met with a puzzled expression. "Blue, what was-" you started to ask before he scooped you up, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of grain, and walking out of the cantina. You gasped, clutching to his shoulder pauldron as he carried you out, his arm wrapped around your waist, his massive hand dangerously close to your ass. Your face flushed.