din djarin x reader imagines

passion

from clwriting (neganesque) on archiveofourown

The constant lingering touches on the small of your back didn't go unnoticed by you. Cara was going on about her recent encounter with a group of Jawas, and how much they lived up to the terrors that Din had described. You did your best to listen intently to your friend, but it proved quite difficult as you sat in the booth in the Cantina. A choked gasp escaped your lips, that you played off as a cough, when you felt Din slightly lift up the back of your shirt. His gloved hand started to trace across your now exposed skin, causing you to shiver wildly at the affection. Cara and Greef both raised their eyebrows at you, but you shrugged it off by explaining that you were cold. You felt Din's head turn to glance at you for a moment, and you just knew that the smug bastard was enjoying the slow torture he was putting you through.

The child was seated at the end of the table closest to you, happily grappling at the tin cup on the table in front of him. Din had protested to you bringing him along to visit your friends, but you retorted with your own argument that you no longer felt comfortable leaving him alone. He eventually agreed, and you found yourself excited that you'd be able to spend some much needed quality time with the both of them. You and Din had been searching for the child's home planet, but it was weeks later and still to no avail. It had actually been a relief to you that you hadn't found it, because you didn't know how you would be able to say goodbye to him. You loved him with all of your heart, even if he was a different species. But that was the thing about love, it was so strong and pure that it defied all of those differences. Even if Din didn't say it, you knew that he loved the child too.

"Maybe we should let you guys get going soon, the little one looks like he's getting tired." Greef said with a small chuckle, motioning towards the child's sleepy eyes.

"Yeah, probably soon. He gets grumpy if he doesn't sleep." You agreed, smiling at the way the child sighed when you gently scratched the top of his head.

As you gave your full and undivided attention to the little one, you felt Din's hand move from your back down to your thigh. You bit your lip to keep yourself from whimpering when his firm hand started to stroke the inside of your thigh. It was an involuntary reaction to clamp your legs shut around his hand. Mando quickly pushed them open in a rough movement, trailing his hand further up your thigh. Your stomach started to twist into knots as your core started to throb painfully, your panties becoming more and more drenched by the minute. Cara and Greef continued to initiate Din into conversation, and you were surprised at how well composed he seemed to be. You slowly reached a hand down to gently grasp his wrist, silently telling him to lay off while you were in public. He didn't seem to pay attention.

The calculated torture continued for a few more minutes before you became so overwhelmed with desire that you felt like you would explode. Din's hand fell from your lap as you stood up from your seat, concocting a lie that you were starting to feel sick. Cara and Greef eagerly urged you away, advising you to get plenty of rest; although you knew that was the last thing you'd be doing. You grabbed the child from his chair and balanced him on your hip, saying a farewell to your friends and exiting the Cantina. You felt Din's looming figure behind you the entire way back to the Razor Crest. If it wasn't for the child being with you, you imagined he would've already whisked you away to a secluded alley and taken you right there. The throbbing in your core never seemed to stop, it just became more prominent with every step you took.

By the time you reached the ship, the child was fast asleep in your arms. You climbed aboard hastily, placing the sleeping little one in his crib and latching it shut to keep him in safely. There wasn't any time for you to even turn around before you felt a rough hand tugging you away. Din lead you towards his cot, but before he could do anything, you caught him off guard by pushing him down to sit on the edge. You eagerly climbed onto his lap, straddling your legs around his firm thighs. His hands pulled you closer into him, groaning in delight as you brushed against the evident bulge in his pants. With a determined fervor, you tugged at the bottom of your shirt and lifted it over your head. Din made quick work of unfastening your bra, tossing it aside in an eager desire. You whimpered in relief when he cupped your breasts in his hands, tenderly stroking the soft skin.