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You can hear his gasps under the helmet. You can feel the hard beskar pressed strongly against your chest and stomach. His armor is bruising your hips and inner thighs, leaving sharp lines and reddening spots as they make contact with your skin with every harsh thrust he makes.
But it feels so good.
The pleasure he is giving you far outmatches the pain, and to be honest, the mix of both just makes you moan louder.
And there's something incredibly sexy about being completely naked while he is fully dressed in armor.
You feel sorry that you can't kiss his lips, but he is being very generous when he lets you pull down the cloth from his neck so you can nuzzle close and bite and suck the spot where his pulse beats out of rhythm because of your warm, tight cunt.
"Fuck!" - he exclaims everytime with a loud growl when you kiss him there.
He thought sex was the greatest pleasure that a woman can give him, but everytime, every-fucking-time, you touch him there with your lips it makes his mind fog and his knees go weak. It makes him go faster and harder to make sure he won't collapse.
And maker, you are taking everything he has to give you with great pleasure.
When you moan into his neck, and hug him tighter and pull him closer to you.
It's so intimate.
Like it's not just fucking out the pent up tension between jobs, but it morphs into something more. Like taking care of each other. Loving each other.
"I'm close." - you moan in a weak tone.
Oh, Din loves it when you're like this.
So vulnerable, so small, so submissive.
It is in great contrast with the way you usually carry yourself and talk back to him.
Not that he doesn't like that.
After all, the little banters between you two were the catalyzer that lead you to him fucking the brains out of you against the wall of the Razor Crest.
Those little things are the reason you usually can't even wait to get to his cabin.
"I know." - he answers as he watches as your head bangs loudly against the wall behind you, while you try to arch your back and hips more to make his cock reach that sweet spot deep whitin.
And fuck it does.
You can't see it, but a smile is growing on the Mandalorian's face between his harsh intake of breaths as he watches you lose your mind because of what his dick is doing to you.
"Yes, yes right there, Din! Oh, fuck! Fuuuck!"
He loves it when you're loud. But he loves it more when he can make you cum hard, so he moves one of his hands to wrap his fingers around your throat. He doesn't squeeze too hard, just the way you like it.
Somehow you manage to make eye contact despite his eyes being blocked by the visor of his helmet and his heart just jumps out of his chest.
So beautiful. So intimate.
But then again, he loves to make you cum hard.
"Cum on my cock, you little slut!"
He knows it's not just the words. He knows you like his voice. When it's deep and rumbling and commanding.
And as the good girl you are, you do as he says. He's the boss after all.
The way your eyes roll back, the way you grasp his wrist as his fingers curl just a little harder around your throat. The way your whole body tightens and then it bursts and shakes while you ride out your orgasm on his cock.
The way your pussy squeezes and milks him and your eyes open and you look at him with a vulnerable pleading.
You want him to cum inside.
Finally, Din snaps too, and he is merciless as he pounds into you while his cum paints your walls white.
The tiny whimpers that leaves you as he wraps both of his arms around your waist to keep you up against him and the wall while all your energy leaves you and you go completely numb in his arms makes him smile.
You both take in deep calming breaths. He loves the way you rest your head against his shoulder. His armor is not cold anymore because of the heat of your body, and you are completely unbothered by the discomfort the hard beskar gives you as you are leaning into Din.
Your thighs are still shaking and Din looks down.
"Sorry." - you say sheepishly as you lift your head and brush the hair away from your sweaty forehead.
"You okay?" - he asks.
You smirk.
"Don't act like you don't know it's because of the planet shattering orgasm you gave me."
It still makes your heart swell with joy that he's worried he might have hurt you.
Din chuckles and carefully puts you down and pulls out, both of you moan a little at the loss of contact.
He doesn't move away though, only reaching out to a nearby shelf and grabbing a clean towel to gently clean you between your legs, while you grab his shoulders to help you balance.
"Thanks." - you smile as you bite your lip out of embarrassment. It was one thing to fool around with someone you considered a friend, you did that because you are both turned on and need release, but it was totally different now, because you are after the act, and what either of you do now is completely because it is their choice and its not driven by a basic instinct.
Deep inside Din was a gentleman, you knew that from the very first time you two had sex, he always made sure that you were alright. But lately his touches lingered more, he stayed closer, and stayed longer.
And you liked it.
Din hummed a response and as he was looking down he didn't realize his head was just an inch away from yours, until you leaned forward and touched your forehead against his helmet.
Din's movements stopped for a second as he took in a deep breath, then with a few more soft touches, he was done cleaning you up.
You smiled up at him and tucked him back into his pants.
"Just returning the favor." - you winked.
"That's nice of you." - he gently moved your hands away from his waist after you were done.
Before you could question yourself if you had crossed a line, you saw him slowly crouch down in front of you and he grabbed your panties from the floor.
He carefully lifted one of your foot by your ankle and helped you step into them, then he did the same with your other foot. He slowly moved them up your legs, then he did the same with your pants.
He held your bra up for you and while you put it on, he walked a little further away, collecting your shirt.
"Up." - he commanded simply as he walked back to you and you raised your arms.
When the shirt was on you too, you ran your hand through your hair to smooth it out.
He had undressed you many times now, but this was the first time he helped you dress up. It was... Cute.
"Thanks." - you smiled and got on your tiptoes to peck the side of his helmet, then you turned away to go to the cockpit, but after a few steps you wobbled a little and used the wall to steady yourself.
"Woah." - you gasped, and almost chuckled, but then you were suddenly very aware of a pair of eyes burnig the back of your head.
He knew it was because he fucked you good.
You turned around, and saw that his head was tilted in amusement.
"Shut up." - you threathened.
He started walking towards you.
"I didn't say anything, mesh'la." - he said as he passed you, entering the cockpit.
Your eyes narrowed, not understanding the word he called you, but by the voice he used, it couldn't be anything good, right?
He didn't know it yet, but he is gonna get punished for that later.