Din Djarin/Mandalorian Book

Recruits (NSFW)

Y'all know me, so this is bobadin (don't even ask me why) but my friend said they'd pay me $50 if I posted this so IM BOUTTA BE GETTIN THEM BILLS 😩  BTW ITS KINDA STRAIGHT TO SMUT IM SO SORRY

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Bobas hands pulled and squeezed every part of Dins body that hasn't been covered in beskar armor, and nipped at his lips. He shoved Din back until his back hit the door to their room, and Boba quickly punched in the code to open the door with a hiss. He returned his hands onto Dins hips once again, pushing him forward until the back of his knees hit the edge of the large bed.

"Undress." Boba demanded sharply, watching Din quickly tearing off his beskar and leather straps, revealing his slim body beneath all of that bulky armor. They both had left their helmets in the throne room, Din forgetting the creed, his brain fogged from pleasure and desire. Boba put his hands on both of Dins knees, gently spreading his legs until he heard Din whimper in discomfort. He pressed an apologetic kiss into his jawline, and went down from their. He used a small blade to cut through his flight suit delicately, not wanting to accidentally knick his smooth and pale skin. He kissed around his chest, running his thumbs along the matching scars beneath his breasts. Din let out a relieved sigh, and shifted to close his legs until Boba slotted himself between them, stopping Din from closing his legs.

"Keep then spread for me, beroya, I'm not even close to being finished," His voice was lowly, and gravelly, and his hand slipped under the pants of his flight suit. Din inhaled sharply, feeling his fingers dip down towards his hot pleasure, and he tensed when he felt Bobas fingers run along the flesh of his folds.

"Boba..." He whined into his forearm, muffling the lewd noises he was making. Bobas index finger slipped past the folds, just enough to get a reaction out of Din, and he let his thumb rub sweet circles into his clit. Dins broken moan was like music to Bobas ears, and he would do anything just to hear him.

"Boba, please..." Dins voice was more shaky, and anxious. He was close. He let his fingers rub the slick of him along the flesh, and smoothly slip inside until he was at his knuckle.

"Oh...my god," Din was out of breath, and he gripped Bobas undershirt tightly, bringing him up into a hungry kiss. Bobas fingers were confident, and they moved in a rhythm that Din could never have done by himself. His thumb continued rubbing circles, until it was too much, and he pushed Din over the edge with a final moan that bled into a whine. He removed his fingers, wiping the slick onto the pant leg of Dins flight suit. He was almost whimpered from the stimulation, and his eyelashes hooded his eyes in the most beautiful way.

"May I?" Boba asked him, his blade against Dins thigh, slowly piercing the clothing already. He nodded, and he slowly began slicing through the fabric until his thighs were exposed to him along with his flesh folds. He set the knife to the side, and kissed the crease of Dins thigh, his thumb returning to Dins clit, rubbing delicate circles until his whimpers grew louder from overstimulation.

"Tell me when it's too much, Djarin." His tongue glided along his folds, his thumb rubbing quicker circles, Dins whimpers quickly being turned into loud whines and cut off moans. He pulled his hands and tongue away long enough to lower his belt, and get himself out. Din propped himself up on his elbows, and decided he wanted to do the work. He took hold of Bobas cock, with one hand on Bobas hip, he pulled him closer until he felt the tip slide between his folds. His jaw hung open in a silent moan, his eyes fluttering closed and he let Boba take the lead from there.

"I love you so much, Din." He lined himself up, and gently pushed in, groaning at the tight and wet embrace of him. Din shifted up the bed, his hands digging into the silk sheets. There was a slight amount of pain, but it was soon overwhelmed with intense pleasure. He forced his hips back onto his cock, fucking himself, his chest heaving with exertion. Boba watched as Din tried his best, and eventually ran out of energy, and began begging.

"Boba, please... move," His whines and pleas were pathetic, but beautiful.

"Careful, beroya, I don't want you to overwork yourself too much now," He let his fingers trace beneath is breasts, along his abdomen, until he reached his hips. He gripped him tightly, bruises biting into Dins skin. His thrusts were shallow, and gentle, an occasional moan when he hit that bundle of nerves inside Din. His thighs twitched from the constant spread, and a whimper whenever Bobas thrust went to hard. His thrusts gained speed, and his breaths were short, and turned into high pitched moans as his cock hit that spot over and over again. Boba hung over Dins small body, scraping his neck with his teeth, gently biting down onto his pale throat. He lost track of how rough his thrusts were getting until one specific noise Din made finally took his attention. "Ah...Boba," He let out a loud, broken moan that turned to a whine that could be heard from all the rooms in the palace. Dins hands went down to his hips, gently pushing against Bobas hips for him to slow down. He made an animalistic noise, and with one hand caught both of Dins hands and held them above his head, leaving Din completely exposed and helpless, just moaning and whining into the pleasure filled air around them. His thrusts stuttered as he could feel himself getting closer, and with one hand free, and grabbed Dins jaw tightly, forcing him to make eye contact, and was pulled into a kiss. Din moaned from one particular thrust which allowed Boba to slide his tongue into Dins, exploring his mouth. Din whimpers as everything became a blur, his thrusts felt gone and he could only feel how close his pleasure was. He wasn't aware of how loud he was when he finally came, but the overstimulation his hard when he returned to his normal state. Bobas thrusts were unforgiving, and determined to chase his pleasure as well. Din sobbed a moan and his eyes swelled with tears of overstimulation, and his cheeks were a bright red. "I love you so damn much," His final thrust was hard and directly to Dins prostate, his final broken sob bleeding into the silence. His insides were warm, and he felt Boba twitch inside of him. He pulled out, and fell to his side next to Din. "I apologize for being so... rough with you, are you... Din?" Bobas voice was once again soothing, and he pulled at Dins shoulder. His eyes were closed, and dried tear streaks ran down his cheeks. He hummed to himself, and pulled Din on top of him gently. "Sleep, Din. You deserve it." He pressed a gentle kiss onto his forehead before closing his eyes, and drifting into his own sleep.