Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) (One-shots and short stories)

Roughly Gently

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Reader

Warnings: smut/ mature themes

Request: Passionate sex with Mando after he came back to his ship all bruised after a mission and while he's trying to release all that tension & anger to her, he's also trying to find comfort in her afterwards? like staying inside of her for a while after he's done cause he just loves the feeling of her wrapped around him? I'm such a slut for Mando with feelings but also... simply for Mando 😩

A/N: I posted a fluffy Mando fic and now a smutty one, it's all about balance babey

Word Count: 1.1 k

He was reckless, sometimes. This perfect amount of calculated recklessness, he was good at his job and his reputation was fitting but sometimes he got a little in over his head. You tried to tell him before he left, the bounty he was going after had a reputation far larger than his, a rep of being hard to catch and not so gentle.

The grey walls of the Razor Crest are starting to drive you mad as you sit back in the pilot seat and scroll through your datapad. It had been three hours since Din left, you have no idea what planet you are even on, a moon maybe? It doesn't matter because he told you not to leave the ship and that if he wasn't back in five hours to leave without him. The two hours remaining hung over your head like a visible countdown, two whole hours and then you would have to leave? That would never happen, you would sooner suit up and go out there before you ever just left without him.

Just as your thoughts drifted further into worry the door to the ship slides open and Din walks in, more like stumbles in, he rests on the doorway as he drops his weapon to the ground, no bounty in hand and blood seeping from underneath his armour. You quickly rush to him, attempting to help him but he pushes your hands away.

"I'm fine," he mumbles from under his helmet but you can hear a wince in his voice as you grab his side.

"You don't look fine!" You shriek as you pull your hand away only to realize it's covered in blood. "Let me help you!"

"No." He argues and walks further into the ship pressing some buttons on the ship console for a few minutes before you come up behind him.

"Do you wanna tell me what happened?"

"The bounty got away."

"Figured that much, can we track them?"

"Doesn't look like it, we have to start from scratch."

"That's okay, I'll help you."

He turns quickly, he's angry he let the bounty getaway, he angry he got bested and injured, he's just angry and he wants nothing more than to take his anger out on you, in the best way. He pushes you against the wall of the ship, backing you up and caging you in. You place your hands on his helmet to take it off but he takes them away and begins undressing you quickly instead. The breaths that come through his helmet are deep and loud. Frustration and tension fills the room as he undoes his pants letting himself free and then grabs your hips roughly lifting you and pinning you against the wall, pushing himself inside.

That first moment is always this blissful satisfaction, your back pressed against the cold wall, his cold armour pressed against your bare skin, you feel full as he pushes inside you, filling you and then just taking a moment to enjoy the feeling.

You think for a moment about pleading with him to talk to you, but you know this man well and he prefers actions over words, they usually work better too. He thrusts into you with force, his hands on your hips are bruisingly tight keeping you in place as you wrap your legs tighter around his waist.

He's in pain, and he's angry so he's being rougher than usual but just as needy as he pounds into you. You moan and mumble his name, words of praise fall off your lips as you rest the back of your head against the wall, your hands hold onto him for leverage, squeezing his shoulders and arms. Your vision goes a bit blurry as he slams deep inside you, hitting all the rights spots with harsh force.

"Din, kiss me please." You plea quietly. He doesn't answer so you just do it anyway, pulling his helmet off of him and dropping it to the ground. Trying not to react to the messy state his face is in, there's a bruise forming on his cheek and his lip is a bit bloody but you don't care as he smashes his lips against yours. It seems he had wanted to kiss you just as much as you did, but he couldn't find the words to ask you.

After the initial kiss he gets softer, gently kissing as you slide your tongue in his mouth, he stills his thrusts for a moment as he focuses on the way your lips melt together. He whimpers ever so quietly against your lips as you squeeze your legs around him, painfully aware that your pushing against his hidden wounds.

"We can stop, let me fix you up and we can finish this later?" You whisper against his cheek as you kiss over the bruised skin.

"No, don't want to."

He continues his thrusts quickly picking up speed, keeping you pinned to the wall with what strength he has left. It's not long before his pace gets sloppier, his hips meet yours in a panicked motion, a desperate need for a release as he comes inside of you, thrusting slowly, coasting you to come to, squeezing your hips and kissing up your neck as you do, saying his name so sweetly out of breath.

After he knows your done he doesn't stop kissing down your neck, gentle kisses and bites leaving faint marks on your skin until he stops altogether, resting his forehead against the wall as his chest heaves. He's still holding you up as he leans against you, pressing you into the wall, he's still inside of you savouring the comforting feeling of you around him.

You bring your hands into his hair, combing your fingers through it gently, trying to subside your worry but also not wanting to rush him because you know he needs this comfort.

"Are you gonna let me help you yet?" You plead as you look down and see his blood on your leg where they are still wrapped around him.

He shakes his head no, you brush your nose on his cheek prodding him to look at you, he finally does and you notice a tear trail down his face, you can't help but gasp which makes him instantly hide his face in your neck.

"Din, please." You whisper and he slowly loosens his grip on your hips, pulls himself out of you and lets you stand on your feet again. He kisses you once more before he sits down, a long languid kiss filled with more thankyous than he could ever say aloud. You push his chest a little pushing him away as you quickly run to get the medical supplies. Din really needed to get his priorities in order.