Across the Stars (Star Wars X Reader)

Keldabe (Pt.2) (Din Djarin X Reader)(NSFW)

A/N: It's a personal headcanon of mine that Din got around a bit during his "bad boy" days ;) And with the release of the S2 trailer for The Mandalorian, I thought this was the perfect time to post this.

Warnings: Smut, Dom/Sub dynamics, a bit of possessive! Din, standard blindfold Creed loophole, praise kink, spanking, marking kink, hints of a breeding kink, fluff

Din threw you to the bed the moment he crossed the threshold into his quarters, and you landed on the soft mattress with a quiet gasp. After finally confessing his feelings for you in a sordid alleyway, the Mandalorian didn't waste time-- he couldn't waste time, especially now that he knows you felt the same.
"Undress yourself for me, mesh'la," his modulated growl went straight to your already aching core, "slowly. Be a good girl and give me a show."

You sat up shakily, feeling his eyes raking over you through the beskar helmet that shielded his face from the world. You began with your shirt, trying as best you could in your desperately aroused state to follow Din's orders, taking your time when all you wanted was to be bare; so that he could fuck you senseless.

You always had a thought that Din would be dominant in bed, but seeing him like this; so commanding, so powerful, made you weak in the knees, and you felt yourself getting wetter at the thought of the praise he would give if you followed his orders.

Din was also undressing quiet slowly, his attention on you as he began to strip away his armor, piece by piece. By the time you had fully undressed yourself, he was still in his tunic and pants, giving you a display of the most skin you've ever seen from the Mandalorian.

He approached the bed, gently pushing you back as he stradled himself on top of you, his hands bracing him on either side of your head.

"I want to kiss you, Y/n," Din admitted quietly, "a real kiss,"

"But you can't," you replied, cupping the helmet's jaw, "it's okay, Din."

"No, there's a loophole, I've used it before," he clarified, leaning his helmeted head into your touch, "is it okay if I blindfold you, cyar'ika?"

Though you wish you could watch as Din destroyed you, you understood. This is the way.

"Yes," you whispered, pressing your forehead to his in a keldabe kiss once again, and you could've sworn you heard his breath hitch.

Din parted himself from you for a moment, going to one of his drawers and pulled out a blindfold. Your world became darkness as he  wrapped it around your head, making sure it wasn't too tight but also not too loose. As you laid back on the bed, you heard the sound of his helmet hitting the nightstand, and of clothes being shed. The next thing you felt was his lips on yours. You gasped quietly, and wrapped your arms around his shoulders to bring him closer. His lips were soft, and you felt the tickles of a mustache, and you moaned quietly into his kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, stealing your breath away, completely dominating you.

After your lips parted, Din began making his way down your neck, kissing and biting, leaving marks that would definitely last for days.

"Gorgeous," he murmured against the skin of your neck, "have to control myself all the time, so damn beautiful, cyare,"

You arched into his touch, whimpering at his praises, and he chuckled, pressing you back down into the bed.

"I know, cyar'ika, gimme a sec, baby," he murmured before giving both of your breasts a quick kiss, "maker, I can't get enough of you."

You felt his cock pressing against your thigh, and you whimpered some more. You never exactly thought of yourself as the submissive type, whining and begging, but Din has pulled these feelings out of you, and honestly, you didn't mind one bit.

"Din, please," you whined, throwing your head back slightly, "I need you,"

You heard a low growl come from his chest, his mouth still giving attention to your breasts, kissing and biting. You then felt one of his large hands trail down the expanse of your stomach, and sliding through your soaked folds. Din moaned against your breasts, and a needy whine once again emanated from your mouth.

"You're so fucking wet, is this all for me?" he questioned as his finger slowly rubbed against your clit, and you let out a needy sigh,

"Yes, only for you, Din," you replied, and he chuckled a bit at your neediness.

"Really? Because you seemed pretty interested in that bartender," he was teasing, but his tone revealed he was still jealous from earlier.

"Only because he sounded like you," you confessed, squeaking as Din pinched your clit between his fingers, and you could feel the rumble in his chest before he rose quickly, suddenly turning you around and gave your ass a harsh spank.

"You're mine, you understand that?" Din growled as he spanked you again, his hand lingering to soothe the sting, "No one elses', mine."

"Yes," you moaned, arching back into him as he grinded his length into your wetness, "I'm yours Din, please take me,"

Din suddenly yanked you up by your hips, your back against his ridged chest, and he thrust into you with a grunt, not hesitating to set a relentless pace. You couldn't be quiet even if you wanted to. Moans, whines, and mewls flooded from your lips as Din had his way with you, hitting all the right places as his massive cock plunged in and out of your core. This was the most vocal the Mandalorian has been around you, grunting and moaning praises as he worked the two of you to release.

"Look at you, cyar'ika, taking my cock so well, what a good girl," he groaned, smacking your ass as you mewled his name, "who do you belong to, Y/n, I wanna hear you, want the whole damn planet to hear you,"

"YOU!" you screamed as he continually hit that spot deep inside, making you see stars, "I'm yours Din, fuck, I belong to you!"

"That's right, good girl, good fucking girl, cum on my cock, good girl," Din grunted as your tight walls constricted around him as you came, crying out as he continued to pound into you, finding his own release a few moments later, groaning, "that's it, keep it all in, cyare, don't spill a drop." a satisfied sigh escaping him as hot spurts of his seed coated your womb. He kept his softening cock inside of you as he laid down, pulling you down with him. You sighed, leaning into his embrace, a smile gracing your features.

"I love you, Din," you whispered, resting your hands on top of his arms, which were wrapped protectively around your waist.

"I love you more, cyar'ika," Din whispered back, nuzzling his head into the nape of your neck, before giving it a gentle bite, sucking and lapping his tongue at the spot; marking it. You felt him rumble in satisfaction at his work, and you keened moments later as you felt him slowly rut against your hips.

"Din..." you whined, feeling arousal bloom in your chest once again.

"I told you baby girl," Din growled against the skin of your neck, "you aren't leaving my bed for a long, long time."