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Alright. So, you lied on your job application. But so what? It wasn't as though you'd lied about anything important; you really didn't have any Imperial connections, and you had plenty of money after inheriting from an uncle who'd invented one of the more popular slot machines used on Canto Bight-- which meant money wouldn't be a motive for you to turn in the Mandalorian who was now your employer, much less his adorable green ward.
So what was the big deal? No allegiance issues, and you had plenty of combat training. You'd just wanted to travel, and from your experience with pleasure cruisers… let's just say Mando's mode of travel was more appealing. So when he'd asked you to come along and take care of the child, after a chance encounter where you'd proven useful, you'd gathered your things and hopped on board the Razor Crest. But he'd had a stipulation that didn't quite work for you: no omegas. Which, frankly, you took offense to. It was so old-fashioned, surprisingly so for a beta who'd been nothing if not a gentleman. So… you'd lied. You'd had a suppressant implant since you first presented, so your scent was dulled enough to pass as a beta. And, hey, it got you the job, right?
Yeah. Well, now you were starting to understand how that might not have been such a great idea. First of all, the child in question was now off with the Jedi, so your role on this borrowed ship was unclear, though Mando had made no attempt to oust you. Then, there was your more urgent problem. In your most recent firefight, on the light cruiser, you'd taken a blaster hit to the bicep- hardly more than a graze, really- and you'd realized in a panic, hours later, already in hyperspace, that it'd taken out the implant you relied on to keep your lie a secret.
Now, a week on, you were still in hyperspace, because Mando didn't know where he could find Mandalorians who would support him over Bo-Katan as Mand'alor. You were beginning to panic. You still didn't know how to broach the topic with him.
You shifted the sling your injured arm rested in as you reached, with your other arm, above the conservator for your snack of choice. A hiss of pain escaped you as your muscle tensed, straining the wound. Unfortunately, the box of cookies was still out of reach, and you huffed in frustration.
"Need a hand?" You jumped, startled by Mando's sudden appearance a foot behind you. The noise you made was, frankly, quite embarrassing. He chuckled, and the tenor of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. Or was he a baritone? It was hard to tell, the warmth of him was largely stripped away by the machinery of his helmet. You'd only heard him speak without it once, to Grogu as he left with the Jedi. You'd caught a glimpse of dark brown curls before you'd turned away out of respect for his creed, and you still felt a little guilty at having seen as much as you had. "Hey… you alright? I didn't mean to scare you."
Shaking yourself from your thoughts, you turned to face him, a sheepish look on your face.
"Yeah, sorry, if you don't mind… I was gonna have a snack, but with my arm…" before you'd gotten halfway through your lousy explanation, he'd crowded you against the conservator as he reached up and easily grabbed the cookies for you. He was so close, his knees brushing your own, and his scent went straight to your head. His throat was in your face, and you tried hard to keep your mouth from watering as you realized a tiny strip of pale gold skin was exposed between his shirt and his helmet.
"Here you go," he said softly, his visor tilted down toward you as he handed you the cookie box. He didn't move from your personal space. You looked at him inquisitively, and he cleared his throat before shaking his head and stepping back. "You… smell different," he broached awkwardly. "Since… on the cruiser. Is everything okay? Are you hurt? I know your arm got hit, but is there anything else?" That's… odd. He must have a pretty keen sense of smell for a beta. He was anxious, you could smell it on him. You took a deep breath and curled protectively around yourself, shielding your injury from Mando's gaze with the cookie box. Here goes nothing.
"I… Mando, I'm-- I'm so sorry. You have to believe me, I never thought it would come up- it's seriously never been a problem before, ever--" he crossed his arms and leaned against a nearby crate, and you realized you were digging yourself deeper. You took a deep breath. "When I got hit… it took out my… my suppressant implant." The last two words were barely breathed.
"Suppressant…?" You heard a sharp inhale after he repeated the word, the breath turned to static by the helmet that hid almost everything about him, as a person, from the rest of the world. You curled in on yourself as you nodded, not daring to look up to face his visor as tears began to collect in your eyes.
"I swear, Mando, I didn't mean to-"
"Dank farrik." He cursed softly, he didn't yell; not that you had expected him to. You'd always known him to keep a level head, except where Jawas were concerned. But this, this didn't even sound like anger at all- frustration, maybe, but even that didn't quite fit. He came closer to you again, and gently tilted your head up with a gloved finger under your chin, and he dried your tears with gentle brushes of his thumb. "Look at me, cyar'ika. It's going to be okay, I promise. Do you want me to take you somewhere?"
He'd used that nickname before. By the reaction from other Mandalorians you'd met, you guessed it was Mando'a, but what it meant, you had no clue. With regards to his question, for some reason, the thought of him taking you somewhere where you could pay some faceless alpha to help you through your first heat in over a decade seemed… wrong. Even if he was a beta, and couldn't properly satisfy you, you knew he was better than any of them. Your hesitancy must've shown on your face, because Mando's hand moved to cup your cheek, and he continued. "Hey, it's alright, you don't have to go anywhere, just… how long until it starts? Do we have time to get you more suppressants?" You shook your head.
"It's not safe to… I only ever had one heat, I've already put it off too long… I don't know when it'll start, but… but it can be faster if there's an alpha. I-I'm scared, Mando," you admitted, as more of the traitorous tears began to fall, only to be gently chased away by broken-in leather. "I'm so- I'm sorry I lied, but I can't… do this alone, and you're the only one I would trust. I know I'm asking too much, I know you don't think of me… that way, and I know you'd probably prefer a beta, but would- would you stay with me?"
"Cyar'ika," he breathed, that nickname again, and his free hand moved to the hinge of your jaw, gently rubbing at your scent glands with his thumb, like an alpha would… "pretty girl, of course I'll help… But why would you think I would prefer a beta? And why are you so sure I wouldn't want you?" He sounded genuinely confused. Your lip trembled.
"You said you didn't want to bring me with you if I was an omega… plus, since you're a beta, heats are a hassle you don't have to put up with, so-"
"Cyare," that one's new, "I'm an alpha. I told you I would be uncomfortable because I didn't want to force myself on you, or anyone, for that matter, if I went into a rut unexpectedly. I'm sorry if I've done anything to make you feel otherwise, but I… I've always thought you were beautiful. I suppress my ruts so that I keep a clear head on the job, but I don't suppress my scent with anything but the armor. I didn't realize my scent was so well-contained. You- you've thought I was a beta this whole time?" You blinked in confusion.
"You're… an alpha? But… You're not like any of the other alphas I've met… you're so… well… respectful. You never even scent me…" he took your confusion for hesitancy, his posture shifting a little.
"Does it change your answer, knowing that I am? I can take you anywhere you want to-" you launched forward and wrapped your good arm around his ribcage, dropping the long-since forgotten biscuits on the floor. "-oh," he breathed softly, and you could feel the vibration of a purr in his chest as his arms slowly wound around you. You preened in delight as he let out a content rumble. "You've been so good to me, mesh'la. I… I've wanted you for so long… You're so thoughtful, and kind, you always look and smell so good, you take such good care of me and- and the kid… I…" he inhaled deeply, exhaling in a huff, before a hissing sound came from above you, followed by a loud clang, startled you. In the next moment, he was kissing the top of your head, and you were nuzzling his throat before it even registered that he'd taken off his helmet. "...I don't know what I would do without you," he admitted. "When I thought you were still on the Crest, on Tython, I... It felt like my heart was torn out of my chest. I never want to feel that again."
Without the beskar in the way, the difference in his scent and voice was both immediate and intoxicating. It wasn't that he smelled different, just that his scent surrounded you now, in a way you'd ached for, but never dared to voice. Cloves and resinous wood, combining with the smell of caf, and the ozone that accompanies a good downpour, or a shootout. He smelled fresh and warm; clean and safe.
"You smell so good," you breathed, "I…" you trailed off as you found yourself rubbing against him in an attempt to mark yourself with his scent. He moaned quietly, the unfiltered sound of his voice sending heat straight to your core. "I wanted you, too… just didn't think you'd ever want me," you laughed quietly.
His arms tightened around you, and his fingers gently combed through your hair.
"Never doubt how much I want you," he murmured. "I would do horrible things to protect you. Even if you never wanted me like this. It would be enough just to know you're safe." After a moment, Mando seemed to realize that his gloves were still on, and they got discarded too, on the floor of the kitchenette with his helmet and the cookies. He tilted your face up, and you shut your eyes immediately, before any detail of his features crossed your field of vision. "What… open your eyes, cyar'ika," he chuckled, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Nothing you haven't seen before, right?" You shook your head.
"I didn't- I couldn't look. That was for Grogu, it wasn't my place-- I know how important your Creed is to you, Mando-"
"Din." You must have looked as confused as you felt, because he smoothed the pad of his thumb over your brow, making you relax. "My name, cyare. It's Din Djarin. Please look at me, my sweet girl, let me look in your eyes," he entreated, before softly pressing his lips to yours. That was all it was, a brief, chaste kiss. But your heart trilled, and you leant up to chase the contact as he pulled away.
"Din," you whined, "please, I want more…" your hand clutched at the fabric of his cowl.
"K'uur, it's okay, you can have another… just open your eyes." His voice broke ever so slightly as he begged you, and your eyes flew open in concern. Your breath caught as you looked up into the darkest brown eyes you'd ever seen- almost black. They were warm, and kind, and although you'd never seen them before, you knew instantaneously that Din saw you. That he cherished you. That he always had, and if he had his way, he always would. Before you could drown in his eyes like you craved to, he looked down and away, a slight blush dusting his high cheekbones as if he were... embarrassed. Your eyes traced over the profile of his nose- prominent, proud. It suited him well, as did the dark scruff that adorned his jaw, and the mustache that rested above those sweet, plush lips.
You cupped his cheek and brought his gaze back to you before kissing him deeply, trying to pour every ounce of your desire for him into the gentle movement of your lips against his.
"Should be a crime to hide a face as pretty as yours," you murmured as you pulled back just enough to breathe. You felt his teeth graze your lips as he smiled, but he didn't reply. You gradually relaxed in his arms as the kiss drew longer, and he backed you up against the conservator again. "You're such a good alpha," you praised, your lips trailing down his throat, "don't know how I didn't see it before. You always provide for us and protect us so well, and you're so strong, and you smell so fucking good, Din," you groaned as you gently mouthed at his scent glands; the flood of pheromones made you dizzy for a moment. He let out a small gasp, and your name fell from his lips.
Some switch within you flipped, then, as a spike of pain wracked your abdomen, and your weight was too much for your trembling legs. You keened aloud, and he hummed in response, his arms easily holding you up.
"I've got you, little one. I'm here. My poor little omega, gonna give you everything you need." His arms took more of your weight, and you shivered with desire as he called you his.
"Alpha," you moaned, "want… need a nest. Please, can I have a nest?" You watched his reaction carefully, biting your lip. Although your language skills were somewhat lacking at the moment, he knew exactly what you were asking for him to do. It was bold of you to ask, honestly, but you knew Din would never be presumptuous enough to court you without prompting. And while you may have only just found out he was an alpha, there was not a shadow of a doubt in your mind that he would be the only one you'd ever want.
"You… you'd trust me to build it for you?" You nodded, tucking yourself against his chest. "I… thank you, sweet girl, can I tuck you into my bunk while you wait?" You smiled and nodded enthusiastically. His broad hands slipped down your back and grasped your thighs through the fabric of your skirt, hoisting you up. He carried you to the quarters closest to the cockpit and gently laid you down in the oversized bed, fussing with the pillows and blankets before kissing your forehead and leaving to get your bedding and as many spare blankets as he could find. This improved sleeping situation was definitely one of the upsides of no longer living on the Crest. While you waited, you eased your arm out of the sling and buried your face in Din's pillow, drinking in his scent. You could feel the buzz of heat beginning in your loins, and you were already slick. Cocooned in Din's scent like this, part of your Omega self was extremely well-satisfied already, but you also knew she would scream and cry and beg for Din's knot, and, beyond that, his bond.
That was new. You'd had a crush on him for months, of course, but it had only ever been a fantasy for you; imagining that the way he threatened anyone who got handsy was because you were his, instead of because he was a nice boss who looked out for you; thinking about his voice as you lay awake at night, how it might sound wrapped around praise as you imagined your lips wrapped around him. But this… this was different. You'd realized, rather suddenly, just how compatible the two of you were as partners. And it wasn't just sex, it was soul-deep. A mate, a bond, that was forever. No take-backs. And when you realized that was exactly what he was willing to give you-- what he was offering you-- it left you breathless.
You shifted as Din returned with your things, relinquishing the pillow and blanket and laying in the position you normally slept in so that he could build the nest more easily around you. He was meticulous, each pillow was fluffed, every blanket draped and folded just so as he created a shallow cradle of soft, plush fabrics around you. His expression was one of total focus, his attention undivided, and it made your heart flutter. Each time he leaned over your upper body, he paused momentarily to kiss you; sweet, soft kisses just for the sake of feeling your lips against his own. By the time he finished the structure, you felt treasured. Cherished. And that feeling only grew as Din gently removed the gauze bandage you'd used for the wound that had started all this and cleaned the area before exchanging it for a bacta patch. Bacta was hard to get, and while the rational part of you reeled at him wasting the precious resource on a largely superficial injury, there was an equal part that was thrilled at how well he was providing for you. He pressed his lips against the bandage when he was finished. He set various other things on the nightstand; water bottles for the both of you, plenty of snacks, and some over the counter painkillers.
You grew aware of the besotted look on your face as his gaze finally landed back on your eyes, but you made no move to hide it.
"Thank you, Din, it's perfect. Smells so good, and it's so nice and soft," you praised him, genuinely impressed. "You were so careful, there's not even a wrinkle in it." He smiled, and some of the tension left his shoulders as he sat on the edge of the bed, to remove his armor and kute. "You're so good to me," you sighed, "my Alpha. So kind, and thoughtful, and brave, and handsome… mine." Din let a small moan escape him at your possessiveness. Left in an undershirt and boxers, he clambered over you and into the nest, easily slotting into his role as big spoon behind you and kissing the nape of your neck repeatedly. You keened aloud. You'd thought his pheromones were intoxicating when he'd taken off his helmet, and, as such, you were caught off guard as you were well and truly cloaked in his scent, no longer suppressed even by the flight suit. Your mouth watered, and you squeezed your thighs together as you felt a rush of slick dampen your folds. "Din," you whimpered, "Alpha, I want… I want to be yours, Din, please… please keep me, don't leave me, please don't leave me," you began to babble desperately at the end, and he recognized your frustration and fear, the hysteria that occasionally rose when omegas were unsure of their alphas.
"K'uur, hush, I'm here, omega. My omega," he emphasized, giving an all-too-gentle nip to the delicate skin near your gland. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere, sweet thing. You smell delicious…" his hands wandered up underneath your shirt, and you whined, high in the back of your throat, as he played with your extra-sensitive breasts. "That's it, fuck, such a good girl… my good girl. Sound so pretty," he praised, "always sound so pretty… used to keep me awake at night, hearing you touch yourself back on the Crest," here, he paused, shifting you and pulling your shirt off. You whimpered at the revelation that he'd heard you. He chuckled quietly. "That's right, baby, I heard you. Drove me crazy, because I knew you were trying to be quiet, whimpering 'Mando', but the helmet picks up everything. Murey'yc dala, kept me up so many nights..." He kissed you again, deeper now, as he wedged his thigh between your knees. He gently worried at your bottom lip, his teeth leaving it flushed and swollen, and you wrapped your arms around him, your hands splayed wide across his shoulder blades. Your hips canted down against his thigh of their own accord, and you let a full moan escape your lips at the pleasure the friction brought you; but swift on the heels of that bliss was a pain that bore down, searing hot, from deep within you.
"Alpha," you cried, your eyes glittering with tears as your fingernails bit into his skin, "need you. It hurts, alpha…" he growled, burying his face against your throat and lapping at the swollen gland he found there in a fruitless attempt to soothe your ache. You tossed your head back, panting and groaning, and locked your legs around his hips. "That won't be enough, Din, I need your knot…" you could feel your lucidity beginning to wane once more, and you knew Din sensed it too. "Din, please," you begged him as the pain receded for a moment, looking in those soft brown eyes. You cupped his cheek with one hand and ran your fingers through his hair with the other. You smiled as he moaned in response. "I trust you. I want you. You're my alpha… so let go. You know what I need, and I'm telling you I want that with you. Only with you, Din… Please. Let go."
You could feel the moment his restraint snapped.
"Fucking wanted you so bad, dal'ika," He growled in your ear as he pulled your legs off of himself. He kissed you hard, before sitting up, cutting all contact in an instant. "Present yourself for me, get those fucking clothes off," he ordered as he stripped out of his own remaining clothes. You propped yourself up on shaking arms, making quick work of your clothes. Din reached out and tweaked a nipple, chuckling at the little yelp that you gave in response. You turned over, keeping your head and shoulders on the pillows while your ass was tilted up, on full display for him. A deep rumble from Din sent flutters through you, and you could feel his gaze as your puffy, flushed pussy lips twitched, covered in the sheen of your slick. "What a good girl," he praised, as he rested a hand on the curve of your ass and pulled your folds open by the edge with his thumb, "ujyc dal'ika. Poor little thing, you just need to get fucked properly, isn't that right?" You nodded frantically at the largely rhetorical question, drawing a chuckle from the alpha.
He dropped down onto his elbows, gripping your hips with both hands and pulling you back against his face. He moaned at the taste of your arousal, the vibrations shooting straight up your nerves and causing you to gush yet more slick directly into his waiting mouth. He took his sweet time as he continued to lap at you, and after what felt like an eternity of building, your orgasm was triggered as he had mercy, finally playing with your clit. He continued to flick at the swollen bud with his tongue well past the point of overstimulation, until you had come twice, and you were writhing in pain from the empty orgasms. "Jatisyc… delicious. So sweet for me."
Din gathered some of the slick you were quite literally dripping with, and you shivered in anticipation as he loomed over you, before you felt the head of his cock, slick with your combined arousal, notched at your entrance. Your hips gave little rolls as you whined, trying to take him deeper, but he splayed a hand across your lower back, stopping you. You sobbed, desperate for relief, and he petted your hip. "I've got you, omega. I know. I know how much you want it. Patience, it's alright. I just want to make sure you're not hurting first." He prodded gently at your belly, listening for any indication of pain, while trailing kisses across your shoulders and neck. "Good girl. My good girl… take a deep breath for me… jate," and just like that, he notched the head of his cock at your entrance and sheathed himself in your dripping heat, stretching you in all the right ways and pressing against your cervix on the first try.
You were winded, giving a broken but satisfied moan as Din began to thrust at a steady rhythm. "Fuck," he cursed, "you've got such a sweet little cunt, cyare, better than I fucking dreamed… I'm gonna keep you knotted on my cock til you're drunk on it. Wake you up with a knot deep in this tight little pussy… might as well just stay inside, keep every drop of cum inside you till you're swollen and round with a baby, till your tits are heavy with milk…" he groaned, his pace quickening as he lost control to the primal urge to rut. "You're gonna look so beautiful, ner dala, so sexy, and everyone's gonna know you're mine." You wailed at that, pressing back, hard, as he pressed forward, and you felt the beginnings of his knot forming, sliding gloriously back and forth at your entrance.
"D-- Din," you choked, as the head of his cock pressed insistently against the mouth of your waiting womb. "Pl-ease, I- I…" Your words failed you, your entire galaxy suddenly narrowed to the hand he had spread between your shoulders, the grip he maintained on your thigh, and the world-shattering orgasm he was fucking out of you. You consciously squeezed him tighter as he slammed inside once, twice more, before his knot locked you together and his teeth found the gland on your neck.
* * *
You wouldn't remember, later, how Din tenderly rolled you onto your side, or the way that he lapped at the bite that you would soon return in kind; you didn't wake as he pulled the blankets up around you both to let you rest, nor even as he finally pulled out, almost half an hour later, to retrieve proper food and a damp cloth to clean you up with.
No. You woke up curled up on Din's chest, legs thrown out to either side behind you, as his hands combed through your hair and he tried desperately, like a pubescent in his first rut, not to press up into the warmth that your pussy presented to his once-again throbbing cock.
"Mmm," you groaned, with a smile, beginning to sleepily grind against him, "what's this? Thought you said you were gonna stay inside?" You were shocked to find yourself legitimately disappointed by the fact you woke up empty. Din stirred, smoothing his hands down your arms.
"Figured we should eat something, you never got your cookies," he explained. You nodded, drawing a nonsense pattern on his chest, and looking over to see a plate with fruits and other snacks on the nightstand.
"But once you got back, you didn't want to..?" He groaned, and you felt his length twitch against your clit.
"You couldn't consent, baby," he reminded you, "you were asleep. I'm not that kind of Alpha." You hummed.
"I know you're not, Din. Would it change the outcome if I said it would be hot as hell?" He shivered, and you smirked at him, finally sitting up with your knees on either side of him, the underside of his dick pressed firmly against your vulva. A growling moan ripped itself from his chest as you ground down into him. "Mmm," you groaned, "how am I supposed to get pregnant if my Alpha doesn't take what's his? Didn't like waking up so empty, daddy," you knew you were taking a risk with the moniker, but as you whined, you couldn't help yourself. Before you could even continue to tease him, Din had flipped you, one hand laid open against the base of your throat in warning. He groaned, his voice strained with desire.
"Think you can just call me that, like it's no big deal, little girl? Think you can just tell me I can stuff you full whenever I want, even when you're sleeping, and I won't react?" He ground his hips against you and you mewled as his cockhead slipped against your clit.
At the sound, Din pulled away from you entirely and dealt a swift, sharp smack to your leaking cunt. You whined and squirmed beneath him at the shock, and he chuckled. "Tell daddy what you need, princess," he murmured, leaning down to nibble on your earlobe, "I'm sure we can work something out, right?"
"Din," you whimpered, "Din-- daddy, please, I need your knot, please… need you to fill me up, give me a whole brood of babies, put your warriors in my belly… I'm begging you, daddy, I want it so much, only you, always you, want to give you all the babies you want, Alpha, want to bite you, complete our bond…" you shivered as his lips ghosted over the barely-congealed bite wound he'd given you not three hours ago. A growl rumbled deep in his chest.
"You're daddy's good little girl, aren't you? Fucking perfect for me. Better than a dream, my sweet girl…" as he trailed off, he finally sank his cock into your tight channel, and your eyes rolled back in your head with a high, drawn-out moan. Your hands twitched uselessly off to the side as you were lying arms akimbo.
"Gonna fuck a whole army into this tight little pussy," he snarled as your body clenched around his girth, and he started a slow, deep rhythm, his hands gripping tight to your hips. "Mine. My Omega… Ner riduur'ika… Mother of my children… Buir'ika be ner aade… The first mother of my clan… Maan buir be ner aliit… My equal in everything… Sosol ti ni o'r an..." You felt tears track down your cheeks, nodding desperately along as he possessively growled all the things you were to him, first in Basic, followed by Mando'a. You could think of nothing else, except how happy he would be holding your baby, how wanted you felt, and how incredible it felt to be with this man, body and soul. You finally found the brainpower to move your arms, circling them low around his waist, your nails raking over his lower back in a poor attempt to urge him to speed up.
"D-- daddy…" you hiccupped, "need it… please gimme your knot, I'll be so good, I promise… I'll do anything, daddy…"
Din stroked the column of your throat with the thumb of the hand that lay across its base.
"Hush, sweet girl, it's alright, you'll get it. I promise. Just breathe for me, princess, that's it… good. Good girl. Gonna give it to you now, cyar'ika. Want you to bite deep, nice and high up on my neck… whenever it's safe to, I'll show it off, show everyone what a strong woman I'm bound to, let the fucking galaxy know I'm yours. Gonna… fuck…" he trailed off as his hormones got the better of him, pushing him deeper, harder, faster as he plunged into the searing heat of you. He kissed you desperately, like he was trying to make up for every kiss he'd longed to give you, but couldn't. Every nerve in your body was alight, you almost felt as though every thrust brought on the tiny shadow of a climax, and there were so many… but there was something bigger building, you could feel it pressing beneath your ribcage as it grew, before suddenly it shot through your body all at once, blinding you and making you scream hoarsely for your Alpha. You claimed him with a bite as high as you could on his throat. His blood and scent coated your mouth, and you soothed the wound with your tongue once the screaming stopped. He knotted deep inside you with a punched-out groan, his teeth setting back against your mark, and your eyes rolled back as the boneless pleasure of being so full lulled you.
You hummed, letting the noise rumble out into a purr as you felt him pulse within you, flooding your womb with his potent seed. With a grumble, Din seemed to realize his weight was resting on you, and he (gently, carefully) hoisted you enough to roll you both over, still tied together, so that you rested more comfortably on his chest. "Good girl… sweet, sweet girl," he praised. "Thank you, dal'ika, I'm sorry, I know I got a bit possessive there… 'm yours, all yours, too," and you had no idea what he was supposed to be apologising for, since he'd been an absolute dream. You shushed him, laying your head on his shoulder and letting the feeling of his heart beating just below your palm carry you away to sweet, blessed sleep.
* * *
"Food, ner kar'ta," was your wake-up call, "no 'buts', or getting sidetracked. Need you to be good and strong so you can carry my warriors. C'mon, sit up," Din coaxed, and as you shifted, you were pleased to find that his cock, though softened, remained nestled between the petals of your sex. You let a lazy smile take over your face as you sat in his lap.
"Thank you, Alpha," you demurred. The look he shot you made it clear he knew your thanks wasn't for the ration bar he fed you, bit by bit, as you sat there, proudly straddling his hips. It was your favorite flavor, you noticed. "Have you eaten?" The question was legitimate, though you knew without doubt that even if he'd eaten, he'd had nothing to drink. He shook his head. Once you'd had your fill from the canteen he'd opened earlier, you cradled the back of his neck and tipped some water into his mouth. He could've done so himself, of course, but he let you take care of him in this little way, grateful for the attention you paid to his well-being.
"No," he admitted, "was too focussed on you, Omega." You felt a flutter as he referred to you by your designation in this more lucid state.
You glanced to the table and took up the roll of portion bread he'd prepared, tearing off small bites for him and feeding them to him by hand, as he'd done with your food.
"Good boy," you murmured under your breath, the praise slipping past your lips before you had time to second-guess yourself. His dick stirred, ever so briefly, within you, and his eyes shone brighter, before he quickly took control of his reaction. "You've been so good to me, Alpha," you continued, "never felt so loved before. You've taken such good care of your Omega already." If you weren't mistaken, a very quiet whine left him, and he covered your hips with his hands. "My Alpha," you asserted with a low rumble, taking a page from his book as you trailed one finger from the centre of his pretty lips, down, over his throat, his sternum… then spread your comparatively small hand over where his heart lay. "My lover. Father of my babies. My provider. My protector. The only one I'll ever want. You belong to me, Din Djarin. Nobody else can ever have you." His hands gripped you tighter, and his eyes softened, before he pulled you down and kissed you hungrily.
"You've got me," you murmured against his sweet, soft lips, "you've got me, I'm right here, Din." His next utterance sounded a little bit strained, as his cock hardened, and you started to rock your hips back and forth, moaning deeply as you felt his previous spend slowly trickling from your cunt around his cock.
"So good," he praised, "always grip me so tight… feels like heaven, baby, such a good girl for me…" But you weren't quite ready to give up the reins just yet. You set your fingernails against the skin of his bare chest and kissed him, biting his lip, before sitting up and beginning to ride him in earnest.
"Daddy, it feels so good… you fill me up perfectly… you knot me so nice and deep…" you leaned back slightly, looking for the spot that would-- there. "Ah! Oh, daddy, thank you, thank you… it feels so good inside… gonna make me come…" Din was making the most delicious little grunts as he thumbed at your clit; he obviously knew what you were trying to do, and it seemed like he had no problem with it working.
"Are you gonna come, daddy? Please, I want it so much... Love being yours, love how big and strong you are… how handsome… you're gonna put such pretty babies in my belly, daddy, pretty just like you… fuck…" your rhythm faltered, and it was all the permission Din needed to flip you over, growling and snarling just like you'd hoped he would, as he retook control.
"Want… wanna fucking wreck you, baby girl," he rumbled, "want to make you come so hard on my cock that it makes you cry. Fuck, your pretty little pussy feels so good… my perfect, sweet little Omega. Daddy loves you, sweetheart, I love you so much…" you gasped as you felt him spear particularly hard into your cervix, and your eyes rolled back.
"Din, I…" his thumbs gently swiped at your cheeks, drying tears you'd no idea you'd cried. You wailed, sinking your teeth into his scent gland as you clenched violently around him.
"Oh, good girl, baby, good girl," he murmured in praise as he held your hips down and forced his knot past the resistance your orgasm presented. It hurt for half a moment, and tears pricked your eyes, but the way his knot expounded on your pleasure easily made you forget any discomfort. His seed pumped deep inside you, and as you felt the warmth of it, he drew you close to reopen your claim as well.
You could feel that his bite this time was slightly off mark, and you were thrilled at the thought that his desire for you would be physically evident in your skin.
"Love you too, Din," you mumbled against his throat, exhausted, as you came down slowly from your high. "'M sleepy again…" He chuckled at your admission, settling you both down in a more comfortable position.
"That's alright, cyar'ika," he assured you. "I love you. Just rest, we're almost through your heat. You'll feel better soon." You shook your head, disagreeing.
"Never felt this good before," you slurred, the words muffled by his skin. His arms tightened around you.
"Me neither, cyare. Me neither."