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You know what the best sound in the whole galaxy is? The faint beeping of a tracking fob getting closer and closer. There's not a better thrill in the world than knowing the Mandalorian is right on your tail. It brings a cheeky grin to your face as you walk through a packed night market, hearing the gasps of the crowd. As they always do, they're parting to make way for the shiny hunk of metal that is slowly gaining on you.

Then, you hear an all too familiar voice call out to you, "it's time for you to go home, princess."

There are small whispers amongst the people surrounding you as you turn, letting your hood drop off your head, revealing that you are indeed the princess of this planet and that you are on the run again. Not like anyone is surprised at this point. Escaping the palace has become your specialty and seeing you is a very fun form of entertainment for civilians. But, it's you who has the most fun.

Because, when you're on the run, it's the only time you get to speak your mind to the people, like you do right now. You gesture for a merchant to hand you a wooden box, which you set in front of you so you can step up, addressing the people who have been waiting to hear your latest defiance.

"Home? Does this planet look like a home for most people? Look around you, Mando. How many of these people are struggling to call this planet home while my parents are enjoying the luxuries of their cheap labor? I will go home once my parents decide to pay these people what they deserve. Isn't that right?" You pound your chest with your fist, which the crowd follows, doing the same. The rumbling of their chants of your name bring a warmth to your heart as you exclaim, "I will not return home until my parents make this place home for all!"

"Home for all!" Someone shouts in your honor.

"May the princess prevail!" Another joins in.

"We believe in our princess, not the mockery that is her parents' rule!" The crowd cheers as you give them all a grand gesture, bowing to everyone.

When you lift your head from your bow, you look straight at the Mandalorian and say, "good luck with your chase, Mando. I hope they don't give you too much trouble."

Then, you pull three small metal balls out from your cloak, which are all blinking with a lovely yellow hue. Before the Mandalorian can do anything, you throw them to the floor and they explode on impact, creating a big cloud of shimmering gold smoke. Everyone in the crowd immediately dawns their cloaks, allowing you to disappear into the sea of people.

As you pass by several people, they pat your back and whisper sweet words like "thank you for what you do for us, princess" and "we are grateful for your constant tribute". You're certain that's the only reason your parents are irritated that you keep escaping because each time you do, you steal a hefty amount of credits that you know were originally stolen from the people through an exorbitant labor tax. You personally redistribute the credits during underground rebellion meetings and fund the efforts to overthrow your parents. They probably dislike that too, though they believe you won't succeed. Joke's on them, they lost the people's support a long time ago.

You're the true ruler of this planet and they know it. The people know it. And now, you just need to get the Mandalorian to understand that. He keeps getting in the way, bringing you back home. You get it. He needs the credits and your parents can offer him much more than you can steal for him.

At this point, you know explaining your motivations isn't enough to get the Mandalorian to set you free. You both just don't see eye to eye. He thinks you're a pest that needs to be dealt with so he can make his credits and move onto more interesting prey. So, you have to waste his time as much as you can in retaliation.

That's sort of why you purposefully created a distraction so you could strip his new starfighter of its Kineso-switch. Without it, he can't access his induction intake charger.

"Bye bye, ultrasonic speed." You tuck the switch into your pocket and leave a little note with a drawing of it where it used to be, just for shits. You hop out of the ship and you're about to celebrate your sly victory until you hear that faint beeping. You curse under your breath, "dank farrik."

"Put it back, princess." The Mandalorian commands as you turn to see him walking towards you.

"Put what back?" You flutter your eyelashes at him, putting your hands behind you.

"Whatever you stole. Put it back. I won’t ask again." Oh, you like it when he's assertive. It brings a smile to your face.

Too bad you have to pull your blaster out and shoot him in the side. You purposefully only graze him but it's enough of a singe that it catches him off-guard. You then pull your skimboard off your back and flip it on, hopping onto it to make your escape, securing your shoes against the stick-strips.

"What? You didn't see that one coming?" You shout back at him with a giggle before smacking one of your foot controls, which sends you forward at a thrilling speed. Riding a skimboard reminds you a lot of surfing in the ocean when the waves are tremendous, but it's even more exciting, since there's a Mandalorian flying after you with his jet pack. You taunt him, "someone's got a few new toys!"

"Stop fucking running, princess." He sounds very pissed off and you love every second of it.

That's why you just start blasting. The yellow lasers dance around him as he dodges your shots while trying to maintain your speed. You have a modified skimboard for a reason. He's not going to catch up to you without a fight, so he pulls out his blaster and joins in on the gunfight.

You surf around him for a moment to say, "didn't my parents tell you to bring me back alive, Mando?"

"I'll be sure not to hit a vital organ." He shoots you and nearly grazes you in the same place you hit him earlier.

"Aw, are you being a baby because a princess nicked you in the side with her blaster?" You mock him and it only makes him more angry. He sends several shots towards you in quick succession but you avoid each of them with impressive flips and maneuvers. "Oh come on, aren't you a bounty hunter? You can do better than that!"

You tuck your blaster back behind you and open your arms, letting him take a free shot at you. There's a bite in his voice as he curses, "you're an irritating fucking princess."

"Don't you mean, an irritating princess you'd like to fuck?" You smirk at him, blowing him a kiss. Then, you smack another one of your foot controls, which lets you soar right over him and onto the surface of the river rapids that run alongside the city you just left.

You skim across the water, looking up at the moon which illuminates the forest around you. The Mandalorian is quick on your trail but you still take the time to enjoy the ride, watching as your board kicks up water on both sides as you skid through it.

"You should really get yourself one of these!" You shout towards him, wanting to get on his nerves. "I can get you one next time you chase after me, then at least you might have a chance."

You suddenly see tiny missiles shoot at the water around you and you almost don't lift your board up in time to avoid them. You dart your eyes back to see that he had shot them out of his wrist. He's really trying to get you now.

That's probably why the Mandalorian shoots his grapple line at you the moment you pause to look at him, which coils around you tightly, and pulls you right off your skimboard and into his arms. Your precious board rides off into the distance without you, crashing into a nearby tree, and you glare at him for destroying it. It'll take you weeks to get another one commissioned that was as good and compact as that one!

"What? You didn't see that one coming?" He mimics you as he carries you away from the river.

"Hey, that's what I was going to say." You tell him with a delightful smile and he knows you're up to no good. Technically, it's not you, it's the blade in your hand that cuts through the metal line restraining you. You kick off out of his arms once you're free, letting yourself drop right into the rapids below.

The cold water slaps you in the face the moment you hit it and you fight for your life not to drown as the rapids carry you at an exceptional rate down the river. Fuck, you're never doing this again in the winter. It's freezing and you're trying your best not to get hit in the head by a sharp protruding rock or get your foot caught on any of the plants you pass by.

You look up and the Mandalorian is following you down the rapids from above, darting through the trees, trying not to lose sight of you. To make things difficult for him, you dunk your head underwater occasionally just to try to throw him off course, though he manages to spot you eventually anyways.

Where does this river end again? The answer quickly approaches as you see the edge of an approaching waterfall. How far is the drop? It can't be too bad. You'll live…hopefully.

As you are taken off the edge, you start to scream involuntarily at the feeling of your stomach tensing up from the drop. It's a fucking far drop and you're praying the pool below you is deep enough that you don't break all your limbs on impact.

Before you even make it to the end of the waterfall, the Mandalorian rushes by and scoops you into his arms, saving you from possibly drowning. Though, drowning might be nicer than having to go back to your parents and the palace. You debate jumping out of his arms again but since you're no longer in the water, you're shivering from the cold air mixed with how wet your clothes are as they cling to your skin. Strangely, the Mandalorian is warm and you instinctively huddle closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder with your arms wrapped around his neck.

"You're very stupid, princess." He scolds you rather harshly. "It's cold enough to freeze over that river and your dumbass really fucking dropped into it. You're going to get sick."

"As if you care." You mumble to yourself.

"I can't let you die. I won’t get paid." His words make you laugh.

"Imagine me of all people, dying of a cold. Now that's comedic." You try not to make it apparent that you are indeed freezing your ass off right now. "We both know my parents are going to be the ones who kill me and you're taking me right back to them."

"That's none of my concern. You're my bounty and they're my employers. I do my job, without politics getting in the way." He's as ignorant as always. Why do you even bother with him? He'll never understand…

"You really don't get it, do you?" You turn away from him, a frown forming on your face. "There are people here that are getting the shit end of a shit stick. I'm trying to help them but I can't when my parents want to lock me up and marry me off to some fucking shittier stick that treats their people even worse."

"Like I said, that's none of my concern." He sounds so…robotic and unreal. Is he really human under there? You know he is because you have seen him bleed but he feels nothing for your cause.

"Don't you have anyone you care about?" You ask him sincerely. "What if they were being treated like a lesser being? Wouldn't you fight?"

"I'd take them away from all of this." He answers you, which makes you shake your head.

"That's because you have no place to call home." You hate this. You hate talking to a wall like this. "These people, they have been living on this planet for centuries. Generations after generations of calling this place home only for my fucked up family to come in here and strip it all away just because the Empire let them. That's not right. I know that, my parents know that, the people know that, and yet, you have no fucking clue what it means to protect your home, you talking trash can."

The Mandalorian immediately lands you both at the base of a mountain, dropping you right on your ass on the ground. Before you can cuss him out, he grabs you by the neck and slams you against the hard stone. That knocks all the air out of your lungs and it hurts, the way he's gripping so tightly around your throat.

"Don't fucking talk like I have no idea what losing a home means." This is a different kind of anger. It's…brutal and filled with loss, tinged with grief. Every word he burns into you is fueled with rage. "You are nothing but a fucking privileged princess who is piggy backing off the struggles of others to make herself feel important because you don't like your parents or what they want for you. Well, at least you still have parents. At least they weren't murdered in front of you. At least you have a place to call home that wasn't taken over by killer droids. You are an unappreciative little bitch and I should've let you drown for pretending to care about anyone but yourself."

He lets go of your throat then and you fall to the ground, clutching your now bruised neck. You can't breathe, not because he choked you out but because…he's right. You are running from your own demons. You don't want the life that your parents are forcing onto you. You don't want to be married off. You don't even want to be a princess. You just want to choose a life for yourself and so you did. You picked the voice of a rebellion but you don't personally know these people's struggles when you live in a palace without worrying about your next meal, with parents who love you even when they hate you, with a place to call home…

You find the words to say through your strained voice as you get up off the ground. "I am exactly what you said. A privileged princess, an unappreciative bitch, someone who is just running from a life most would consider great. I don't understand the struggles these people have been through. I never lived the way they have lived."

The Mandalorian shifts his head to look down at you as you step up to him, your eyes now fierce and full of your own kind of fury.

"But," you practically spit on his helmet as you state with every ounce of power you have in your body, "don't you ever fucking accuse me of not caring. I have risked my life to steal and deliver credits, medicine, food, and other essential goods. I aid in whatever I can to help these people because I fucking care. So if you wanted to let me drown, then you should've because I'm never going to stop running to help these people. I will not back down from this fight. It isn't about me being a princess who wants to run away from her sheltered palace. It is about the people on this planet whose lives have been fucked the moment my family and I stepped over all of them and took it from them."

The Mandalorian shakes his head at you and you can't tell what look he must have on his face underneath that helmet as he says, "you are the product of a fucked up tyranny, trying to pretend to be a good girl who gives a shit. I don't buy it, princess. You're no better than your parents. You're going to end up just like them."

"Take that back, right now." You feel your blood start to boil as you stare daggers at him. "I will never be my parents. I would never hurt people to further my own agenda."

"That is untrue and you know it." He doesn't back down. "You have your own agenda and the moment your little rebellion ceases to exist, how many people would have died for you? You have already hurt people. You're just too fucking ignorant to see it for yourself the kind of trouble you're causing the very people you're trying to help."

You start taking sharp inhales as you try to process what he's saying. There's no way you could've…no, he's just trying to convince you to stop running away. He's trying to make it seem like you running away is causing more problems than good. It's all an act. A fucking sick act.

"You want to call me ignorant? You're a loner. You don't give a shit about anyone. How fucking dare you even think you're allowed to have an opinion in this matter." You scoff at him, wanting to punch him in the gut. "It's obvious you're more afraid of losing someone than giving a fuck about them. How fucking selfish of you. Learn to grow a heart, Mando, unless you want to be a soulless droid like the ones that killed your–"

"Shut the fuck up, you bratty little princess." He grips onto your collar, lifting you off your feet. The fabric rides up to your neck, making it hard to breathe. "You know, for a second, just a brief second, I actually gave a fuck about you. I was worried you were going to get sick. But now? I hope you do."

An uncontrollable laugh rips through your body and you say back hysterically, "you? Worried about me? What a fucking joke. You don't have a caring bone in your fucking body, Mando. You probably don't even know how to take care of anyone but yourself, you selfish fucking metal prick."

"I know how to take care of someone, princess." His words don't convince you though, which is why you laugh in his face again, ignoring the way he's still choking you.

"Yeah, sure, keep telling yourself that, buddy." You roll your eyes at him, telling him with so much sarcasm in your tone. "I'm sure you take real good care of people. You're totally not a one pump chump who only gives a shit about getting himself off. No way, of course not! You're definitely all about taking care of someone else's needs, right? Give me a fucking break, you lying ass piece of shit."

The Mandalorian lets go of your collar and you barely manage to land on your two feet without falling over. Then, he takes a step towards you, looming over you as he goes, "do you want me to show you how well I could take care of you, princess?"

You let out another hysterical laugh. The Mandalorian is quite the fucking comedian. "I would love to see you try with all that metal weighing you down. How are you supposed to get anything done in that?"

"Is that a yes?" He waits for you to actually give consent. "Do you want me to take care of you?"

"Yes, Mando. I'd like to see you prove that you aren't a selfish cunt." You fold your arms at him, inviting the challenge.

"Then, let's get you somewhere warm, princess." His tone changes all of a sudden, startling you. It's so…kind. Oh no, what the fuck is this?

The Mandalorian walks up to you and scoops you back into his arms before jetpacking away once again. You don't know what you're getting yourself into when he carries you out from the base of the mountain and flies for a while until he slowly descends beside…a residential building? It's a wooden structure that is actually well built and would keep up well with the harsh seasons on this planet. It looks newly made as well, differing from many of the homes scattered around the other parts of the forest.

"What is this place?" You ask him as he helps you out of his arms gently this time instead of dropping you on your ass.

"It's where I've been staying. Your parents lent it to me for when I'm here looking for you." He answers rather calmly. He puts his arm around your shoulder to guide you inside.

It's a cozy place, just a single floor with sleek dark wood accents. There's a small kitchenette, a dining table, a fireplace with a couch in front of it and a rather large but unused bed tucked in the corner.

"I thought you said you've been staying here." You point at the way the bed looks untouched.

"I don't particularly care for beds." He tells you, kneeling in front of the fireplace to start burning some wood to heat up the room.

You aren't going to ask him to elaborate further. The Mandalorian doesn't seem like the kind of person who enjoys comfort anyways so you're not all that surprised.

You watch as he gets the fire going and then leaves to go into another room, which you presume has the refresher, and when he comes back out, he says, "I left a change of clothes in there for you. You should wash up or you'll get sick. I'll heat up something for dinner. I bet you're hungry."

You try to contain your chuckle but you're sure it slips out a bit. He really is trying hard to prove that he can take care of you. It's almost convincing, but you know how fake it is so you don't let his suddenly nice behavior sway you at all. You do decide that a shower would be nice, especially since you're still freezing cold from your wet clothes. You got used to it since you weren't paying much attention but now that you're in a warm home, you definitely need to get out of these clothes.

You lock yourself in the bathroom and peel off the clothes. You take a moment to squeeze as much of the water out of them as you can but you know you'll have to let them dry out on their own, which includes your underwear. There's no way the Mandalorian has anything for you to wear underneath the clothes he has brought you and you confirm that the moment you take a look at them. It's just a simple long sleeved shirt and a pair of pajama pants, both of which are black, like a matching set. You're kind of sad your socks are wet because he didn't leave you a pair of socks either…it's going to be a cold night.

The refresher helps though. You're surprised that the water could get so hot despite being in the middle of nowhere. Your parents must have really wanted the Mandalorian to be comfortable while he was scouring the planet for you. You scrub off all the mucky river water and once you feel clean from head to toe, you dry off and get dressed. You spend a few extra minutes drying your hair as much as you can before going back into the main room.

As a joke, you say cheerfully, "the refresher is all yours, Mando."

"Thanks, princess." He catches you by surprise with his words. "I'll be back then. I left you some food. Eat it if you're hungry."

The Mandalorian gestures to the dining table then walks past you, shutting the bathroom door behind him. You blink a few times, not really expecting him to wash up. You thought he'd be a bit too…rugged for that. Not like you care if he cleans up or not. It doesn't really matter to you.

What does matter is how nice the food he left looks. He cut up a bunch of local fruits and put them on a plate for you, along with a bowl of warm soup. You're a bit skeptical to try the soup but when you do, you actually like it so you end up eating while you think of your next steps.

Yes, this whole situation was definitely unexpected and you didn't think the Mandalorian would play along, but since he has…your best course of action is to run away now. You should, since he's currently preoccupied in the refresher and it will likely take him a while to put back on all his armor plates. You would get a very good headstart and you might be able to slip into one of the rebellion's hidden strongholds, which would allow you to stall out on him finding you again until you have to leave to get supplies.

That would be the smart idea, but you're tired and you're curious to see what the Mandalorian has planned. There's a reason he entertained this idea. A thought crosses your mind and you chuckle to yourself.

Could the Mandalorian be attracted to you? Now that would be interesting. You both may be at each other's throats, literally if the events of today have been any indication, but there's a part of you that finds him a bit intriguing. A mysterious, always covered from head to toe, emotionless bounty hunter with impressive gun skills and cool weaponry. How does he fare in anything else?

Maybe he's a virgin with something to prove. Maybe he's a playboy with something to prove. Maybe he just doesn't like you calling him a one pump chump, which could definitely mean that he is one.

Either way, you're a bit too curious to leave now so you decide to finish up your food, wash your plates and then go over to the couch in front of the fire and lay down. You notice then that the couch feels like it's been laid on. Did the Mandalorian really sleep here? It wasn't uncomfortable but he had a whole bed to use and the couch seemed a bit cramped if he was wearing all his armor.

You wonder then how he lives when he doesn't have a place to stay. When he used to have the Razor Crest, you knew he could sleep there since there was space to do so. But, there's no sleeping on a starfighter…it would be much too exposed. You can't pity him. He's a grown man who chose this profession and this lifestyle. It does, however, make you feel a little bad about your comments on him not having a home. Maybe that wasn't by choice. Where could he have a home in a galaxy like this one?

If he wasn't such a prick, maybe you'd let him stay here on your planet after the rebellion succeeds. You would let him stay if he stopped trying to take you back to your parents. He could have a home here, if he wanted to. Not like he would want to, but the idea simmers in your head for a bit. You won't offer it to him. He probably wouldn't take it anyways.

"Tired?" His voice coupled with the sound of his armor walking towards you gets you to lift your head up to look at him. He looks exactly the same, though you know he washed up and is wearing new base clothing.

You shrug. "Does it matter?"

"It does to me, princess." He gestures towards the bed. "Why don't you go to sleep?"

"And wake up back in the palace? Nice try, Mando." You shake your head at him. "I'm staying up to keep an eye on you."

"I won't take you back. I said I would take care of you and sending you back to your parents wouldn't be ideal." He sounds so genuine, it's scary.

"I can't trust you. This is a game and it could end at any moment. Then, I'd be stuck, waiting for the next time I could be free again." You sit up, turning towards the fire. It feels nice against your skin but…you don't feel very good. You're anxious, knowing that it's inevitable. You are going back to the palace, whether you want to or not. "There might not be a next time."

"What do you mean?" The Mandalorian takes a seat on the couch beside you. His tone actually seemed like he wanted to know.

"It's happening. The marriage." You don't like that you're admitting it. It makes it too real. "Not like you care but he's even more of a prick than you. At least you can pretend to be caring. He can't. He is despicable. And I would be powerless and forced to–"

The whole thought makes your skin itch and you claw at your arms a bit, unable to finish your sentence. Of course, if you're forced to have children, you'd be stuck taking care of them and trying to prevent them from being like their father or like your parents. You wouldn't be able to lead a rebellion anymore if your children would be under threat.

"I would never be able to leave again." You decide not to elaborate further. "It's okay though. I'm just a privileged princess who can't appreciate what she has, right? Who needs freedom when you have a shiny prison to call home."

You turn away from him then, not wanting him to see the tears building up in your eyes. This is it. Your final hurrah before the Mandalorian takes you back and you're subjected to a life you never wanted.

"Why would your parents let something like that happen to you?" He asks like he wants to know, like he can't comprehend that they are actually evil people.

"Because it's the only way to keep me under control." You take a deep breath before sighing. "If they marry me to a man who will break me down and tear me apart, then I'll be too tired to fight them and their rule if I'm spending my days fighting for my life."

You fold over slightly, clutching your chest. Your heart aches just thinking about it. Though, you think it aches because you know you'll never be able to fall in love. That's a luxury someone like you doesn't have. You were born to be married off to someone else. That is your role in life as a princess. You hate realizing it but it's true. As much as you try to run from it, it's what you were born to do, not lead a rebellion.

"The people here aren't the only ones being oppressed then." The Mandalorian places his hand on your shoulder and you glance up to stare into the shine of his helmet. "You don't deserve that kind of life, princess."

You give him a sad kind of smile as you say back, "you know, if you weren't pretending right now, that might have been a nice thing to hear."

"Who says I am pretending?" His words come out plain and simple but you can't seem to register that he actually said them. What does he mean? He's joking, right?

"Aren't you just trying to prove you can take care of someone? None of this is real. It's just you trying to prove a point. You don't actually care about me, do you?" You don't know why you ended that with a question. You're scared to know the answer. Actually fucking terrified because if he does, then–

"I asked you if you wanted me to take care of you and you said yes. So, I am, right now. I'll take good care of you, princess." He reaches forward to caress your cheek with his gloved hand. "Don't cry anymore. You're safe here with me."

You didn't even realize you were crying. You're just so overwhelmed that the tears flooded out. What the fuck is the Mandalorian trying to say? He's fucking with you. He has to be.

"I don't like this." You move his hand away from your face, holding back a sob as you speak up. "I don't like that you're lying. You're trying to take advantage of me because I'm being vulnerable. Please stop lying, Mando."

"I'm not lying." He stays firm on his word. "I care about you and that's why I'm going to take you away from all of this, like I said I would."

What is the Mandalorian talking about? You think back to when you asked him if he had anyone he cared about and if he would fight for them if they were being oppressed. His response was that he would take them away from all of it.

"Why would you have been talking about me? I thought I was a nuisance to you." You're so confused right now. He hates you, doesn't he?

"You are a huge nuisance." The Mandalorian doesn't sugarcoat it at all. "You run way too fast. You always break into my ship somehow. You have some kind of trick up your sleeve every time I catch you. You make my life so fucking difficult–"

"That sure is comforting, Mando." You interject but he keeps talking through your comment.

"And yet, I don't want you to get hurt." He confesses and his voice is so gentle as he does. "I always miss my shots because I can't stand the idea of what would happen if they hit. You almost drowned today and it annoyed the fuck out of me because you could've died but you didn't even care. Running away was more important than your life and now I get why. I don't like that you would rather die on the run, but I understand why you wouldn't want to live trapped either. So, let me take care of you and take you away from all of this, princess."

There's no way but…you believe him. The Mandalorian actually cares about you. Why? You have no idea but you realize now that you care about him too. You never could shoot him anywhere vital. You never fatally sabotaged his ship even though you definitely could. You always let him catch you because you wanted him to have the credits and you didn't ever keep him waiting too long.

But, can you really leave with him? What about the rebellion? All these people are looking to you as the future ruler. If you leave and never look back…would they be okay without you?

"I can't leave these people." You feel that ache in your chest getting worse.

"You would've left them anyways the moment your parents found you again and forced you to get married." The Mandalorian speaks the truth and you don’t like it one bit but he's right.

The marriage is set. It doesn't matter when they find you. The moment they do, you'll be trapped and you'll never be able to help the people again. If you take this leap of faith and go with the Mandalorian, then at least you have a chance to come back and aid them when the time is right and your parents have given up on searching for you. Is this real? Could you really let the Mandalorian take care of you?

"Why would you do this for me?" You ask him, needing to hear some kind of reasoning.

"What? You didn't see that one coming?" He reflects back with a joke, giving you the most subtle chuckle. Then, he replies, "I guess I have a thing for saving bounties in need."

"Oh yeah? What other bounty have you saved?" You tilt your head, wondering what he could be referring to.

"A child." He tells you and your eyes widen in shock. "He's…now my child. Or well, foundling."

"You have a kid?" It's almost as unbelievable as it sounds.

"Yeah. I'm going to see him after this. Would you like to meet him?" The Mandalorian is offering right now. This is real…he really wants you to come with him.

And you really want to go with him. "Okay. I'd like that."

"So, you trust me?" He wants to be sure you're all in.

"I do, for now." You say with a cheeky grin.

"Then, can I take care of you now?" His tone gets all low and almost seductive, which surprises you.

"You can try." Your smile widens into a smirk.

The Mandalorian pulls something out from his sleeve. It's a small red vial. You're a bit worried now but he explains what it is, "it's blinding liquid. I normally spray it out of my cuff during a fight but it's much more effective and less painful if you drop it into your eyes directly."

"You want me to blind myself?" You're completely taken back by the implication.

"I mean, you don't have to, but that does limit the things we can do." Oh. He's thinking of…

"You're going to take off the helmet if I blind myself?" You want to make sure that's what he's implying.

"I'll take off everything, princess." You wonder what face he must be making. You bet he's smirking under that fucking helmet…

The heat rising to your cheeks is distracting but you're too curious to stop now so you put your hand out and he puts the vial down in your palm. You quickly unscrew it and then drop a bit of liquid in each eye. It stings but it's more of a numbing feeling as your vision goes from clear to completely blurred out. Everything is mixed together and super fuzzy.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" He must be waving them at your face but you can't see a fucking thing.

"You better not be fucking with me. How long does the effect last?" You rub your eyes, seeing if that'll change anything but it doesn't. Wow, it's really effective, which is sort of freaky.

"Hopefully it lasts as long as we need but there's a chance I'll get carried away." His answer is too vague.

"An actual increment of time, please." You press him for an answer.

"Two days, give or take." He states and you roll your eyes before scoffing.

"You? Lasting two days? Now that's a funny fucking joke." You say with a hearty laugh. "I should've just closed my eyes. This will surely be over quickly."

"You can keep believing that, princess, but hopefully you enjoy being wrong." He tells you in a sly manner before getting up from the couch.

You then hear him start to take off his armor plates after he went around shutting all the curtains. Once his armor is off, the Mandalorian removes his helmet, setting it on what you assume was the dining table.

His voice sounds much more human now and it's a little too enticing. "Do you want to stay there or go to bed?"

"I'm curious what you can do on a couch." You propose the challenge and he seems to accept because you hear him sit back down next to you.

"Then come here, princess." The Mandalorian pats his lap.

You want to say fuck off but you're a little too interested to see what he's capable of so you feel around for his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt for leverage as you straddle his lap. This is probably the closest you've been to him, other than when he's carrying you in his arms. He smells nice, just like the soap from the refresher. You wonder what he looks like, not that you really need to know.

"You look good wearing my clothes." He slowly sneaks his hands under your shirt, pressing them at your waist firmly. "But you'd look better with them off."

"Wow, the helmet comes off and the horny comes out." You berate him but he gives you a light chuckle again, like he's amused by you. "If you want to take my shirt off, just do it."

You lift your arms up and he follows your lead, pulling your shirt off of you. Normally, you'd feel cold, but the fire crackling behind you is keeping you nice and toasty. That, and the Mandalorian's warm breath against your skin.

"To think, you actually look like a princess." He makes that comment and you raise your eyebrow at him.

"What the fuck does that mean?" You ask, wondering if it's an insult or compliment.

"It means you're absolutely gorgeous." He runs his bare hands along your sides. "So fucking perfect, just like a princess."

Oh, well, you can't argue with that, though hearing it from him makes your heart pound. You feel a little shy even though this isn't your first time being topless in front of someone. Maybe it's because you can’t see how he's staring at you, if he is staring at you.

The Mandalorian takes your hands and moves them to the hem of his shirt. He wants you to take his shirt off too so you do, lifting it over his head. He takes it and tosses it presumably where your shirt is before settling his hands back at your waist.

You run your hands along his sides like he did to you but then you notice a bandage where you shot him earlier. "Sorry about that."

"No you aren't." He catches you red-handed.

You chuckle. "Yeah, you’re right. It was a good shot since I didn't want to hurt you."

"I wouldn't have let you get in a killer shot." He tries to be slick but you simply look at him with disapproval. At least, you hope you're looking at him. It's hard to tell where his face is.

"Keep telling yourself that, Mando." You rest your hands back on his shoulders.

"I thought you knew my name, princess." He inquires and you shrug.

"I do, but I assumed you didn't like to be called by your name." You only know his name because your parents know his name so you overheard them using it when they talk about him.

"I want you to." He instructs. "What's my name?"

"Din Djarin." You feel strange saying it aloud but it rolls off your tongue quite easily.

"Remember that for when I make you feel good." Din says before he leans in.

You feel his hot breath against your neck as he starts to press small kisses trailing upwards. He drags his lips along your jaw and your breaths slowly get heavier as he brushes them against your lips. You instinctually lean in and that’s all he needs to kiss you back.

It's been so long since you've kissed someone, at least like this. Your lips settle in his perfectly. You're surprised he has such soft lips. You were kind of expecting them to be a bit chapped but they aren't at all.

"Your lips taste like the fruit I cut up for you. Did you like them?" He asks when your lips part for a moment.

"I did." You say with an appreciative smile. "Thank you, Din."

"So, the princess does have manners." He leans in and you feel him smile against your lips. Then, he breathes out a praise, "what a good girl."

"Oh shut up." You grip onto his face with your hands and pull him in to kiss you again.

This time, Din steals your breath away by slipping his tongue into your mouth and you let him. You don't mind it at all because it feels nice, having your tongues tied together. His hands start to move, touching every inch of your exposed skin as you both kiss. Then, they cup your breasts, holding them gently in his hands, giving them a light squeeze. You gasp against his mouth and he likes your reaction so he does it again, only this time, he drags his thumbs over your hard nipples. You let out a sharp exhale at the feeling, wanting more of it. He must know because he begins kissing you more passionately while he plays with your breasts.

You can feel him getting hard underneath you so you decide to grind against him a little, which makes him pull away from your lips. "Don't provoke me, princess."

"Or what?" You call his bluff, letting out a soft moan as you roll your hips against him again.

"I'll make you get on your knees and finish what you've started." His voice is so perfectly demanding. You like provoking him and seeing this new, more dominant side of him.

"Won't that make me right? That you're a man who only wants to get himself off?" You jab at him with your words.

"Oh, so should I finish what I've started then?" His hand slips down between your legs, touching you through your pants. You bite your lip to stop yourself from reacting but he knows you're already wet. "What's it going to be, princess?"

You think for a moment before getting off his lap and kneeling before him. Your hands sneak up his thighs to tug at his waistband, which he lets you pull down enough to get his hard cock out. You wish you could see it because it feels big in your hands. You trace along his length, liking the size a bit too much, wanting to map out every inch of it underneath your fingertips.

Then, you lick your lips and say, "tell me what to do or, better yet, make me do what you want me to."

Din definitely likes that because he grabs a hold of your hair, forcing you forward until your lips brush against the tip of his cock. You stick out your tongue and swirl around it, which makes him let out a low growl. You want to hear more of his sounds so you wrap your lips around his cock and sink down, taking him deep into your mouth and down your throat. You can barely fit him all the way without choking but you like the feeling.

A part of you wants to touch yourself while you do this so you pull off of him to ask, "can I rub my clit while I suck your cock?"

"Only if you edge yourself and wait for me to finish first." He tells you and you nod, sliding your hand between your legs as you sink your mouth back down his length, moaning the moment you feel how wet you are.

You move your mouth in tandem with your hand, rubbing your clit at the same pace as you suck his cock. The feeling of him deep in your mouth coupled with your fingers circling around your clit is pure bliss. But, this could get better and you know how, so you lift your other hand off his thigh to tap at his hand that's holding your hair.

"You want me to fuck your mouth, princess?" Din wants to be sure and you nod. "I won't hold back then."

His grip in your hair tightens and then he thrusts up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. It's intense but it only makes you want to touch yourself more so you let him do whatever feels right for him so you can focus on rubbing your clit and edging yourself. You follow his pace, which is both slow and aggressive at the same time. You hum at the feeling whenever he pulls you down onto his cock, stuffing himself as deep as he can, before pulling you off to let you breathe. You're drooling and tearing up but you've never been more turned on. You hope he can get hard again later and fuck you just as roughly as he's making you deep throat his cock.

You are growing weaker by the minute and you're surprised he's lasting so long. Keeping yourself on the edge is an uphill battle because you constantly want to give in and just come already but you know if you wait, it'll feel even more intense so you push forward, keeping yourself tensed up and ready to explode.

"Do you want to come?" Din stuff himself down your throat more and you nod against him as he chokes you slightly before lifting you completely off him. "Answer me, princess."

Saliva dribbles down your chin and you lick it up then answer through heavy breaths, "yes, please."

"Stick out your tongue and keep your mouth open then." Din commands and you listen. He tilts your chin up then stands, hovering over you. "You can come the moment you feel me do the same."

You give him a light nod in response. The sound of him wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking it right above you makes your mind go fuzzy as you pay attention to your throbbing clit and how desperately your body wants to release all the tension it's been building up. The room fills with your quiet moans and his composed grunts, drowning you both in such a sensual symphony.

It doesn't take long for you to finally come when you feel him finish all over your tongue and mouth. You swallow every bit and lick your lips before your own orgasm shoots through you and you moan his name, leaning your head against his knees. Your breaths come out dry and through long heaves, but the euphoria that shoots through you is unlike any other. You're dripping wet and you want him inside of you so badly that you slip two of your fingers in just to have a bit of the feeling.

"Pull your hand out, princess." Din sits back down and you lift your hand up for him. "Look at how hard you came all over your hand. What a messy girl."

He grabs your wrist and pulls you forward. Then, you feel his tongue lick every inch of your hand, tasting you on your fingertips.

"How sweet." He tells you, letting go of your hand. He pats the couch beside him. "Take your pants off and come sit here."

In your daze, you listen without a second thought, pulling your pants off before sitting back down on the couch. It doesn't click until you feel a pair of hands pull your legs until your ass is at the edge of the couch. Din spreads your legs open and starts kissing your inner thighs, giving you small compliments as he does.

"What a beautiful body." He says, pressing a kiss closer to the center. "You're so wet. You must've really enjoyed sucking my cock. You did a very good job."

Fuck, he's stalling with all his soft kisses and you just want him to hurry up already and go down on you. Din must sense your impatience because he purposely avoids it, making you squirm.

"Stop making me wait." You let out with a whine and you can feel him smile against your skin.

"Someone's needy." He teases you by dragging his tongue lightly along the center but not enough to satiate the desperation rising inside of you.

"I am very needy." You have lost all sense of dignity. "So, are you going to take care of me or not?"

"As you wish, princess." Din says a bit too fondly. You're not used to him sounding so…normal. The modulator always makes him sound a bit scrambled but hearing his voice all smooth and deep is a different beast entirely. Especially when he says things like that.

When he finally presses his tongue against you, you have to clamp your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from making too much noise. His tongue is so warm and it licks up and down at such an excruciatingly perfect pace, swirling effortlessly around your clit to cause your head to spin. You reach out and grab a hold of his hair, which feels coarse and curly between your fingers.

"I like your hair." You mumble to him. "It's nice to hold onto."

He lifts his head off of you to say, "grip it tighter when you're about to come."

You nod and he immediately goes back between your legs, focusing on bringing you closer to your next orgasm. It builds steadily, coiling in your lower stomach. You throw your head back, leaning against the couch, your mind swirling with a million thoughts at once. You can't stop thinking about how good Din is making you feel, about how he's going to take you away from your terrible family, about how he wants to take care of you.

It all feels too good to be true but you believe it as you get closer to the edge, you tighten your grip onto his hair and he starts to swirl his tongue around your clit in just the right motion. You unravel almost too quickly, coming harder than you did earlier. You bite the back of your hand to stop yourself from screaming his name too loudly as your whole body quivers from the intensity. That's when you know it's real. He's real and he just did that to you. Fuck, that's crazy. This is really happening to you.

You try to catch your breath but he doesn't let you because he keeps playing with your clit in his mouth, using his tongue and sucking on it. You're way too sensitive after that orgasm so everything he's doing feels even more substantial and you whimper a bit, trying to adjust to how quickly you're about to come again.

Right when your orgasm hits again, Din moves his mouth off of you all of a sudden then slides two fingers into you roughly, forcefully prolonging your orgasm. You can't process the feeling of his fingers thrusting into you. You can't control yourself anymore, gushing all over his hand as his fingers hit exactly the right spot, drawing another orgasm out of you. He continues to do this, forcing orgasms out of you with his rough movements. When you're on the brink of passing out, you manage to say the word "stop" between staggered breaths and he immediately pulls his fingers out of you. You curl up from the sudden empty feeling, holding your knees close to your body, shivering all over.

You feel something warm envelop you and you realize Din has pulled a sweater over your head so you get your arms into the sleeves. You hear him put his pants back on before sitting down next to you. Then, he lays a blanket over the both of you.

"Come here, let me hold you." He opens his arms up and you find the strength to lean over, resting your head against his shoulder. His warm arms wrap around you and it's so strangely comforting. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah." You nod to confirm. "It was just ramping up too fast and I didn't want to faint."

"Sounds like you enjoyed yourself. Did I take good care of you?" He asks all sly.

"Don't get cocky." You say, pinching his arm. "We haven't even fucked yet."

"Are you going to faint when we fuck?" His words make you shove him lightly, which he returns with another soft chuckle.

"You mean if." You lazily trace down his bare chest until your hand rests right at the waistband of his pants. "Can you even get it back up?"

"You are lucky I didn't let you pass out from coming so much, princess." His hand slides down to rest on your thigh. "Do you want to play this game?"

You slip your hand right in, grabbing a hold of his now-hard cock. He does the same to you, his fingers resting at your entrance. With your other hand, you pull his cock out of his pants so you can touch him with both hands. The moment you start to stroke it, Din pushes two fingers into you again. You nearly gasp but you stop yourself, not wanting to react too much but he curls his fingers and it sends you back into how you felt earlier, so ready to come again.

"Kiss me, Din." You lean towards him and he meets your lips with his.

You both sit there, kissing and touching each other. What feels even better is when you can feel his breathing getting heavier against your lips, which means he's also enjoying himself. That makes everything more amplified and you love it. You like the way his fingers slow their thrusts when your hands slow its strokes and vice versa. It's rhythmic, almost like you're fucking but not.

You sigh against his lips. "I really want to come."

"Do it, princess." He says back but you shake your head.

"I won't until you do." You squeeze the tip of his cock a bit and he lets out a grunt in response.

"Then put that pretty mouth back on my cock." He slips his fingers out of you so that you can kneel on the couch and take him into your mouth again.

Right when you've gotten him deep down your throat again, his hand finds its way back between your legs and thrusts his fingers back inside of you. Your legs are getting weak but you have to hold yourself steady so that Din can keep fucking you with his fingers while you suck his cock. His other hand goes back into your hair, brushing it away from your face in his firm grip.

"I'm close. Are you?" He says like a warning and you nod, agreeing with him. "Good girl. Come with me, princess."

With just a few more rapid motions, you and Din both come at the same time. He finishes in your mouth as you clench around his fingers. You swallow everything before he lifts you off of him, pulling you onto his lap. He takes his wet fingers and has a taste of you, licking them right in front of you. Then, he grabs a hold of your face and kisses you again and you can't help smiling as he does, liking the way his lips feel during your orgasmic high.

You don't know how much time has passed but you and Din stay kissing on the couch for quite a long time, not being able to get enough of each other. At a certain point, he lifts you into his arms and carries you into bed. That's when your lips finally part as he throws the covers over both of you.

Din hovers on top of you, resting his hips against yours. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer. Fuck, he's hard again already and you want him inside of you so badly but you don't want to be greedy. You choose to take it slow and just enjoy feeling his lips on you again. You run your hands all over him, wanting to touch every inch of his bare chest and back while you can.

All the while, your body reacts beyond your control and you roll your hips against him. You moan against his lips and pull away to say, "sorry."

"No you aren't." He is smarter than he looks and you smirk in response.

"Actually, I'm saying sorry to myself for wanting to fuck you." You make that up on the spot and impress yourself with your own words.

"I feel sorry for you too, princess." Din presses up against you, teasing you through his pants. "You must feel so empty without a warm cock inside of you."

"It's truly a tragedy." You say back, pretending to be sad. "Where will I ever find a nice, big cock to fill me up?"

"Depends what kind of protection you have." He gets serious all of a sudden and you understand why.

"I have an implant. I got it secretly from a doctor within the rebellion pretty early in my adulthood." You show him your bicep, pressing on it lightly until you're sure he can see the little thin rod under your skin. "So, I'm safe."

"Good girl." He presses a kiss on your forehead after he says that and you feel all shy from how gentle the gesture was. "I like knowing you've been safe."

"Why do you do that?" The question slips out of your mouth without thinking it through.

"What do you mean?" He sounds puzzled.

"Sometimes, you're strangely sweet and you say things that make me not want to be a nuisance to you." You reach up to caress his face, feeling that stubble he has that scratches your face when he kisses you. "Stop making me like you, Din. It won't end well for us."

"Why's that?" He leans into your hand, letting you hold his face.

"Because you'll be stuck with me." You make the joke and laugh but you hide your feelings in between the words.

"That doesn't sound all that bad. I don't mind taking care of a princess, as long as she's my princess." His words make your heart skip a beat. "Is that something you'd like?"

Is Din asking you if you want to be his? You don't know yet but you like the idea. "I wouldn't mind a Mandalorian taking care of me."

"Then, it's settled. You're my princess to take care of." He seals it with a soft kiss.

You smile against his lips and then pull away to ask, "are you going to fuck your princess now?"

"Needy girl." He checks how wet you've gotten again, dragging his finger along your folds. "So wet and ready for me."

You tug at his pants and he finally kicks them off. You opt to keep your sweater on because it's chilly and your lower body is safely under the covers with Din. He guides his cock right up against you and it takes all of your willpower not to beg him to just shove himself into you without remorse. You really are needy…

There's a moment of still silence as Din rubs his cock against you, teasing your clit with the tip. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand, not wanting to let your desperate whimpers out. He's teasing you and you can't stand it, even if it feels amazing.

"Be a good, needy girl and beg for my cock, princess." Oh, so he was waiting for you to say something. What a fucking prick.

"Why don't you beg to fuck me?" You start grinding yourself up against his cock, taunting him. "Don't you want to feel what your fingers did? So warm, wet, tight. How can you resist?"

"I don't think I need permission. You want me to already. I just want you to admit it." He moves the tip of his cock right up against your entrance. "All you have to do is ask and I'll slip right in."

You bite your lip, feeling the way the tip of his cock is so close to sinking into you. Fuck, who needs dignity? You threw that shit out the window a while ago.

"I want your cock inside of me, please." You finally plead and he delivers almost too quickly, shoving his entire cock inside of you in one fluid motion.

You grip onto his back, digging your nails into his skin as he starts to move. He's fucking huge inside of you, filling you up in ways you didn't think possible. You've never felt this full before and he hits so deep inside of you. You can't believe it, how good the feeling could be when it's this perfect.

Din studies your reactions. You know this because he changes his pacing and his strokes until he finds the right combination that makes you absolutely lose your mind. You're coming all over his cock, seeing stars in your eyes. The orgasm is completely unexpected and it doesn't end, not when he's hitting it just right. You've become a wet mess underneath him, gushing out every time he slams into you.

You bury your face in your hands, embarrassed at how much you're coming. "It doesn't stop…"

"Isn't that a good thing?" He says while you cling onto his back as another orgasm shoots through you. "You're such a wonderful princess, tightening so fucking much around me every time you come. Keep going, you can do it."

Fuck, how is Din still holding on? You're literally on the verge of tears from the constant bursts of pleasure. He has to be close, especially when he's ramming into you this roughly.

"I want you to come with me, Din." You hold his face in your hands.

"Where?" He asks, leaning down to brush his lips against yours.

"Inside, please." You then pull him in to kiss you.

After a few more strong thrusts, Din finishes deep inside of you and you come hard from the feeling of his warmth spilling into you, filling you up. You both share a bout of heavy breathing and sloppy kisses until he slowly pulls out of you. He lays down beside you and you turn to cuddle up against him, which he welcomes. You draw shapes against his chest as he brushes his fingers through your hair and you both enjoy the peaceful quiet as the euphoric rush fades away.

"How are you feeling?" Din asks you, gently patting your head. "Do you need anything?"

"I feel great." You say, smiling into his chest. "I don't need anything but this right now. Do you need anything? How was it for you?"

"Very good." He presses a kiss on the top of your head. "I'll get up in a bit to get some water."

"Oh, let me get some for you." You tap his chest and he moves his arm so you can roll out of bed.

Your legs are a bit wobbly but you can still walk fine so you find your way over to the kitchenette and feel around for two glasses. You fill yours with water first and quickly chug it so you can leave your glass behind while you bring Din his full glass of water. He puts his hand out to guide you back into bed and he takes the glass from you. You hear him drink it as you pull the covers back over you.

"I don't know how you managed to do that without seeing a single thing." He tells you as if he's impressed, setting his glass down at the bedside table. "Next time, I'll get it myself."

"I wanted to do something for you. It wasn't all that hard anyways." You lean back up against his chest and he sneaks his arm beneath your neck once again. You snuggle up closer and whisper, "I like this a lot."

"Me too." He whispers back. Then, he goes, "I'm sorry about the harsh things I said and about grabbing your neck so aggressively earlier."

"Eh, I deserved it. I was being a bitch." You reassure him. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm sorry about what I said…"

"It was in the heat of the moment. I forgive you." He tilts your chin up so he can kiss you. "Just don't do it again, okay?"

"I cannot guarantee that I won't be a bitch." You smirk and he groans in response.

"I knew I was asking too much." He banters back and you laugh.

"Are you regretting your decision to take care of me now?" You ask playfully but there's a light insecurity lingering in your words.

"Not at all." He answers with a kiss on your forehead. "It's more fun when you're feisty."

"Is that so?" You tease him a little. "Does that mean I was right and you must definitely wanted to fuck me before?"

"Oh, there were plenty of times where I wanted to. Especially when you're fucking annoying." His words are very enticing so you decide to rile him up.

"Were you going to put me in my place?" You start sliding your hand down his body again.

"You're being a brat, princess." He snatches your hand before you can feel how hard he's gotten again.

"I'm always a brat." You say with a lovely grin. "What are you going to do about it?"

Din doesn't answer with words. He just pulls your hand and drags you out of bed, throwing you against the wall. It isn't forceful at all, even though you kind of wish it was. He grabs a hold of your hips and presses you back up against the wooden wall of the room.

Then, he leans in to whisper against your ear, "tell me to stop if you need me to."

There's such a gentleness to him, making sure you aren't ever uncomfortable. You nod and whisper back, "I promise I'll tell you to stop if I don't like it, but trust me when I say, I really want you to fuck me up."

Din takes a hold of your hand then and taps it against his shoulder, "two to slow down, three to stop entirely. Got it?"

You tap his shoulder once in agreement. "So, does one tap mean I want you to keep going?"

"Yes." He lays everything out there. "I don't want to actually hurt you, so take this seriously."

"You're a sweet man, Din Djarin." You lean up to kiss him once before settling back against the wall. "Now, stop being such a stalling bitch and put me in my place."

The tingles that shoot through you when Din wraps his hand around your throat are incredible. He doesn't hold back and grips your neck tightly just like he did earlier. It really sends you back and you kind of wish you provoked him enough to get him to fuck you up against the base of the mountain.

There will always be a next time…

"Who knew a princess like you loved to be manhandled?" He grabs your hip with his other hand, slamming your ass against the wall, holding you there. "Maybe that's why you're such a brat. You enjoy being punished, don't you?"

"This is kind of a weak excuse for a punishment," you manage to get out those words before he squeezes your neck tighter, cutting off more air, making you lightheaded.

"I don't think you could handle a real punishment. You're too sheltered." Oh, he's mocking you now. "I can't be a savage. You need to be pampered like the princess you are."

"Fuck you." You practically spit in his face and that's enough for him to flip you around and shove your face against the wall with his hand wrapped around the back of your neck. That's going to sting in the morning.

Din pauses for a moment and you give him one tap on his hand that's resting at your hip so he knows you're fine. That's all he needs to give you a very firm smack on your ass. You involuntarily flinch at the action, not expecting it but wanting more enough to lean back into him. You want him to know you're okay with it.

Thankfully, he knows because he says against your ear, "it looks like you want me to do it again, princess."

Your whole body tenses up the moment his hand makes contact with your bare skin again and you bite your lip to stop yourself from whining at the dull pain. You let out short, staggered breaths as he makes you wait, anticipating his next move.

That's when he presses forward, pushing his cock right up against you, and you try your best not to seem too excited about it. He catches you though. "Do you want my cock again that badly? Did you like it that much?"

You're obviously not going to answer that but then he smacks your ass against you and you whimper at the feeling. Fuck, your skin is going to be sore for days. It’s already throbbing.

"Tell me how much you like it and I'll give it to you." He rubs against you, sliding between your thighs to tease every inch of you. You’re so wet that the sounds are filling the air. You should just listen to him…but you aren’t playing that kind of game.

“As if I’d do that. You’re lucky you even got to fuck me once.” Are you digging your own grave? Probably, but that’s what makes this much more entertaining.

“Are you forgetting that you’re the one who begged me to put my cock inside of you?” He’s right and you hate that you were so fucking horny earlier because now he has that as leverage.

“Technically, you wanted me to so I was just being nice.” You bite back and he scoffs.

“Is that so? I didn’t know you had it in you to be nice to me.” Din is definitely up to no good when he says, “I guess I should reward you then.”

A scream threatens to escape your lips when he thrusts his entire cock into you from behind but he slips his hand around your throat and chokes you out before the air can leave your windpipe. Your whole body is shaking and it’s hard to hold yourself up. You claw against the wooden wall, trying to steady yourself. All the while, you’re dripping wet and you can feel him pulsing inside of you, but he won’t move at all. You’re practically squirming, wanting to induce some kind of motion, but nothing happens. He holds your hip in place with his other hand, not letting you get what you want.

He pulls at your neck, lifting your face from the wall to turn towards him. You feel his breath against your lips as he goes, “it doesn’t look like you’re enjoying your reward, princess.”

What fucking reward? This is more like torture. You’re filled up completely from this angle and the tip of his cock is rubbing right up against that spot that makes you come like crazy but it’s not enough to actually do anything. You don’t want to give in though so you just yank your head away from his hand, turning back towards the wall. You can’t let him see how he’s affecting you.

But, he knows. Din can feel it. “How much longer are you going to pretend you don’t want me?”

“I don’t want you.” You maintain your composure but that slips up a bit when he slaps your ass again and you tense up, which makes him feel even better inside of you. It takes all your willpower to stop yourself from moaning at how good it feels.

“You’re a really bad liar.” He tells you as he moves his hands to slide up your body until they’re cupping your breasts. Then, he gives both your nipples a light pinch and you jolt at the feeling. You sink back down onto his cock and you can’t hold in the shocked gasp. “I wonder if I can get you to come on my cock just doing this.”

You grit your teeth because you know you definitely could come like this. He takes his time, squeezing your breasts in his big, calloused hands. His fingertips are so rough when they roll over the sensitive skin of your nipples, sending little sparks through you. Since his hands are preoccupied, you find yourself leaning back against him, feeling his cock slip deeper inside of you every time you do. You can feel your orgasm building steadily and it’s going to be intense with how subtle his touches are.

It’s dizzying, how much you want to give in and just let him fuck you senselessly. You’re on the verge of it but you keep pushing through, hoping you’ll be able to control yourself. That is, until you come so hard on his cock that you’re physically incapable of holding in your desires anymore. Your toes curl against the floor as you feel your orgasm in every part of your body, shaking you to the very core. Your body is desperate for this feeling again and your mind can’t keep up with your own wants.

You’re a loose cannon now, which is probably why you decide to say, “was that fun for you? Proving you can’t fuck for shit?”

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” He sounds genuinely offended.

“Your cock did absolutely nothing for me so can you really say you know how to fuck if you let your hands do all the work?” You let out a laugh and he doesn’t like that at all because his hand goes back to your throat right away. Through strained huffs, you taunt him, “aw, poor Mandalorian, has to use his hands again to put me in my place.”

“You’re asking for it now.” He says with a low growl and you call his bluff.

“You’re such a fake. Just admit you’re a softie and we can have some light vanilla sex and go to bed.” You smile a bit too much at your words and he squeezes your throat tighter in response. “Quit with the fake aggression. You don’t scare me, Din.”

“Yet.” The word comes out all eerie from his lips before all hell breaks loose. He pulls his cock out of you and then proceeds to grab you by the hair and throws you onto the bed. The impact makes you a bit woozy but you manage to gain your composure as he gets on top of you. “Flip over, princess.”

“No.” Your defiant response is immediately met with a slap in the face. It surprisingly hurts and you scream, “what the fuck!”

“I’m not asking. I’m telling you what to do. Now, flip over before I make you.” His tone is incredibly serious and yet you’re still not going to go down without a fight.

“As if you can make me.” You hold your ground and you quickly put your arms up to shield your face before he can slap it again. “Oh, fuck you, Din.”

You then proceed to slap him in the face, much to his annoyance. “You just had to be a little fucking brat.”

He tries to force you to flip over but you keep struggling against him. Somewhere midway, you do tap him once to reassure him that you’re completely okay with the play fighting and that’s when he really starts giving it his all. He rips your shirt off of you and you elbow him in the face for it, which brings out another low growl from his lips.

“You’re going to pay for that, princess.” He tells you before he puts both hands over your throat, pressing you into the bed. You start kicking at him, trying to break free, but you’re slowly losing circulation and air. You can’t see a thing but you wonder what look Din has on his face. Is he worried or aroused? Maybe both. So, you do give him another single tap, since you would really hate for him to stop now while it was getting good.

Right when you’re about to pass out, he lets you breathe again and you suck in as much air as you can while you can. He grabs a hold of your chin, squishing your face in his fingers as he says, “just listen to me and I won’t have to hurt you anymore.”

“This is you hurting me?” You laugh almost too giddily. “I didn’t know you were such a weakling. You’re pathetic.”

“Pathetic?” He grits his teeth a little as his tone gets more aggressive. “Do you know what’s pathetic? The way you’re going to whimpering and whining while I make you come until you pass the fuck out like I should’ve before.”

You’re so distracted by his words that it gives him an opening to flip you onto your stomach. He grabs a hold of both of your wrists and pins them to your back with one of his hands. You can’t fight him anymore, no matter how hard you try to wriggle out of his grasp. He’s just that much stronger than you.

Then, Din presses his whole body into yours. You can feel how hard his cock is against you and you swallow both your nerves and excitement. He brushes his lips against your ear and says softly, “last chance to back out, princess.”

You tilt your head and then lean up to kiss him before breathing out against his lips, “I wouldn’t dream of stopping now. So, hurry up and fuck me until I’m an obedient princess who listens to her Mandalorian.”

“That’s a good girl.” He tells you quite proudly before kissing you gently. That’s the last gentle thing he’ll do tonight and you couldn’t be happier about it.

As you’ve come to realize, DIn enjoys giving you no notice and just rams his cock straight into you, coupled with a firm smack on the ass. You curse to yourself at how deep he can reach inside of you from this angle, pinning your body into the bed as he starts to thrust into you. You muffle your screams of pleasure into the sheets, biting them to hold in your moans. It’s merciless, the way he’s roughly pounding into you exactly the way you want him to.

The moment you’re about to come, you tighten up around him and that’s enough of a signal for him to slap your ass hard right when your orgasm hits you, making you come even harder than you were going to. He fucks you through your orgasm and your whole body can feel every stroke of his cock, the pleasure overwhelming you. It builds up to your next orgasm much too quickly and you unravel beneath him, moaning his name.

“You like that, don’t you?” He says with another firm smack on your ass. “It feels so good being used by me, doesn’t it?”

You can’t answer, not when he’s adjusting you, pulling you onto your knees. He lets go of your hands and you have this urge to fight him but your arms are like jelly so you simply grip the sheets beneath you as he continues to fuck you ruthlessly at a new angle. For a moment, you don’t understand why he changed positions until his hand sneaks between your legs and starts rubbing your clit. You mutter quiet curses at how amazing it feels. The overstimulation is causing your toes to curl and your back to arch as another orgasm shatters through every fiber of your being. It doesn’t stop there and you don’t expect it to.

“Does it feel good, princess?” He asks when you’re out of breath from another mind-blowing orgasm. You want to be a bitch but you can’t bring yourself to lie so you just nod in response. “I love an honest girl. Do you want a reward?”

You really shouldn’t trust his idea of a reward but you nod again and he pulls his cock out of you, which already makes you regret your compliance. After a moment of adjusting, Din pulls you towards him and makes you straddle his lap. He is sitting up with his back against the headrest now. You feel his cock pressing up underneath you and you bite your lip. Is this supposed to be your reward?

“I got to use you, now you get to use me.” He holds your hips for you, helping you sink down onto his cock. “But you aren’t allowed to stop moving. If you do, I’ll punish you.”

You get the first taste of what that means when your hips meet his and you don’t move so you can get used to being filled up like this. He leans forward and bites your neck, making you whimper from the sudden sharpness of his teeth. It doesn’t hurt but it definitely will leave a mark.

“Get moving, princess. Unless you want to be decorated with my teeth marks.” His tone is so threatening and you’re too turned on by it so you grip onto his shoulders with your hands and comply. Your hips lift off of him and you feel every inch of his cock slide out of you until you force it back inside of you, drawing uncontrollable moans out of you. It takes you a while but you finally set a pace that causes you to dig your nails into his shoulders from how much it’s affecting you.

Even though you already can’t see, you have this compulsion to close your eyes and just focus on the feeling of riding his cock. His hot breath lingers against your chest as he presses kisses along your skin. You wonder if he’s enjoying the sight of you like this. He must because he’s trying to coax you into your next orgasm. His tongue swirls around one of your nipples while his fingers graze the other one, firmly squeezing your breasts as they do. His other hand is still gripping your ass, ready to smack whenever he sees fit.

You don’t know why you say it, but you let out with a pleasurable sigh, “I’m going to come soon.”

“What do you want me to do about that?” He pulls away from your chest to go back to your lips. He bites your bottom lip before asking, “should I let you come?”

You shake your head. “Not until you do.”

“But don’t you want to come?” He moves his hand between your legs to feel how swollen your clit has gotten. “You’re going to spill out any second now. Can you really edge yourself?”

Din starts to play with your clit between his rough fingers and you whimper, “not if you do that.”

“Well, then it’s a good thing I don’t want you to.” He sounds rather menacing and now you realize he wants to force you to come as much as you can.

That simple thought sends you over the edge and you cry out as you ride his cock through your orgasm, his fingers never leaving your clit as he does. You lean your head against his shoulder, your mind swirling from how much you just came. You don’t think you can keep holding yourself up like this…

Din can see you wavering so he picks you up off his lap and drops you onto your back. You expect him to get on top of you but he instead stands up and then drags your legs to the edge of the bed before holding them up and spreading them open. The moment he pounds his cock back inside of you, you start screaming and clawing at him from the sheer intensity of his movements. That only makes him want to keep going and you gush out all over his cock, your orgasm filling your senses completely out of your control.

“Look at you, princess. Coming from such rough sex.” He ridicules you as he rams deep inside of you over and over again. “How many orgasms have you had tonight? I bet you’ve lost count.”

“Shut up.” You try to have a stern tone but it comes out a bit meek.

“How about I shut you up by making you come again?” Din places his thumb right on your clit and presses into it, forcing you to feel enough overstimulation to draw another squirting orgasm from you. You hide your face in your hands, embarrassed at how quickly you came again, much to his amusement. “What a shy princess, trying to hide how much she loves my cock. Why don’t you just admit it?”

“Fuck you.” You refuse to say such a thing.

“Isn’t that what we’re doing?” His joke makes you roll your eyes at him but then you quickly gasp when he thrusts up into you harder, hitting that spot that makes you tighten up around him. “It looks like I’m taking very good care of you. Why is that so hard for you to admit?”

“Do you want me to admit it?” You ask, knowing you aren’t going to last much longer since you’re already close again.

“Yes.” He stops moving and you whine at the loss. “I want you to be my princess who is both defiant and obedient. Don’t you want to be mine?”

If life could be like this, if you could spend everyday with him feeling this good, if all it took was admitting that you want to be his, then… “I do. I want to be yours as long as you’re mine, Din.”

“Then, I’m your Mandalorian and you’re my princess.” He breathes out into the air so warmly and your heart flutters. Then, he grips onto your legs, pushing them more into the bed, before saying in that low, seductive tone of his, “now, let me feel you come on my cock a few more times.”

You give in to him, unraveling completely. Your voice goes hoarse from how much you’re moaning his name as he continues to fuck you just right, turning you into a puddle beneath him. You’ve lost all rationality, begging him to keep going, asking him to fuck you harder, telling him how much you love the way it feels to be his.

By the time Din finally finishes inside of you, you’re spent, having came well over any sort of record you’ve held previously. You can’t move a muscle and your lungs ache from breathing so heavily. You don’t even register the way he is kissing every inch of your skin, marking you here and there, confirming that you’re his.

“Let’s get ready for bed.” Din tells you, lifting you up and guiding you back to the refresher.

You mindlessly wash up and he helps you with your hair, holding it so it doesn’t get wet. When you’re done, he gives you a towel to dry up with while he showers. You idle for a bit after you’re done, waiting for him. Once he’s all ready to go, he gives you some clothes to wear and redresses him as well before carrying you back to bed.

Everything seems all too comforting, the way you perfectly fit against his chest with his arms wrapped around you. You chuckle lightly against him as you say, “I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.”

You feel him shrug before he answers, “you say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“How am I supposed to walk back to the ship if my legs are jelly!” You let out a groan and then you hear him laugh that quiet, smooth chuckle of his. You really like hearing it.

“I’ll just have to carry you out of here, like the princess you are.” He takes a jab at you and you pinch him in retaliation.

Then, a sense of melancholy washes over you as you think about what it means to go along with him. “The moment I leave this planet and my life behind, I won’t be a princess anymore. I’ll just be…me. And, I don’t really know who I am if I’m not a princess.”

“Why do you have to stop being a princess?” Din pats your head gently as he speaks up, “you don’t have to revoke your title. Plus, one day, maybe we’ll come back to help fight for the rebellion.”

“We?” You wish you could look up and see his face right now because you want to know how he’s looking back at you.

“Yeah.” He replies, kissing the top of your head. He rests his chin on your head afterwards then says kindly, “let’s get you off this planet safely and then come back on our terms, together.”

“You know,” you tilt your head up so you can get closer to his lips again, “all this kindness isn’t going to get me to like you, Din. I’m still going to bother the fuck out of you.”

You feel him lean down to meet your lips as he responds, “then how about you bother me and learn to like me too?”

“I’ll think about it.” You say back with a big smile before lifting your hand up to bury it into his hair, pulling him in to kiss you. Din gets back on top of you and you can feel how hard he is again already, bringing a gasp to your lips. “How the fuck are you still horny?”

“What? You didn’t see that one coming?” He tells you before he smothers you in kisses, making you laugh all happily.

Life doesn’t seem so bad as a princess on the run with a Mandalorian by her side to take care of her. Maybe this was always the life you were meant to have. A life that you chose for yourself.

A life with him.