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Chapter 1: The Longing
Under the influence of truth serum, Din Djarin reveals he has a breeding kink and goes feral when Bo-Katan is into it.
Trope/Themes: Truth Serum, Breeding Kink
Fuck. He really needed to get a new informant. This was the second time his intelligence on the size of the Imperial remnant on his mission was wildly incorrect. Had Grogu been with him instead of on Mandalore, he may have been able to get out of the bind he found himself in, surrounded by imps and immobilized by their grappling wires.
The mission was intended to be a swift and straightforward one, the planet being relatively close to Mandalore. He was to collect several vials of some top secret serum, the details of which the New Republic was reluctant to share with him. When Teva's call came in, they were returning from a grueling eight-day mission, and Grogu's dread after hearing there was another mission was palpable.
Din decided to stop by Mandalore so that Grogu could have a break, and Bo-Katan begged Din to let her accompany him, eager for the thrill of combat instead of being confined to council duties all day. He was determined not to delay the mission, and assured her it wouldn’t offer that much excitement anyways. He would be sure to invite her on the next one.
And now he was going to need to call her in to save him. Again. He couldn’t reach her via commlink, so he promptly whispered his coordinates to R5 as he was dragged to a bright, white interrogation room.
R5 made a dramatic entrance, rushing into the council chamber with frantic beeping and spinning. Despite not being able to speak binary, it was obvious to her that Din was in trouble. She promptly dismissed the council, perhaps a little too gleefully, informing them that they would reconvene in the morning.
Armed with her weapons and helmet and a new sense of purpose, she guided R5 to the Gauntlet. Koska would take charge of Grogu for the time being. Though Grogu would have wanted to accompany them, she had a strong feeling that Din was pushing him too hard, and she resolved to discuss this concern with him when they found a moment alone.
She was exhilarated by the thought of taking out Imperials, but her eagerness to be alone with Din overshadowed everything else. In their frequent late night commlink talks and occasional trips to Mandalore, the energy between them was palpable, thick with sexual tension that heightened with each exchange. It kept intensifying, yet neither of them had the courage to confront it directly or take any action to resolve it.
R5 rushed into the cockpit to key in Din’s coordinates, and she hardly had a moment to thank him before he frantically wheeled off of the ship and back into the palace. Din really needed a new droid.
For two long hours, helmetless, he endured an officer's futile attempts to extract information about New Republic operations he honestly had no knowledge of. They kicked and punched him against his beskar armor, not realizing that it seemed to hurt them more than it hurt him.
He grunted as the officer stabbed him in the shoulder with a needle. “This serum should loosen your tongue,” he said with glee before walking out. Din looked forward to the look of confusion on the officer's face when, what he assumed was truth serum, failed to yield the answers he sought.
There was a commotion outside of the room, and he caught a glimpse of a figure emerging from a cloud of smoke through the large window, emanating an aura of controlled fury. Bo-Katan doled out vengeance upon his captors without hesitation or mercy, and it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Din sat restrained in the seat, watching her go through men like it was nothing, like it was the easiest thing in the universe to her. Using the thermal detonator he gifted her, she blew the door open. Their gazes locked, his bare, and she cast a quick glance towards his beskar armor which confirmed his identity. She sliced his bindings with her vibro-knife before they broke through the room, and she quickly downed her fifth man before one got a swipe at the unprotected area above her chest. She dodged his second attempt and managed to get him to twist his arm up, forcing the man to drop his weapon and then stabbed him in the throat with her knife.
As she turned, she discovered another man positioned behind her. In that very moment, Din contorted his body in a swift, agile motion, breaking his neck. He fell like a bag of bones. He walked over to where his helmet was tossed in the corner of the room and placed it on his head.
“Thanks for the assist,” she said, breathless from exertion. As he looked around at the aftermath of the battle through his visor, he couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of her gratitude.
It had been some time since he witnessed her in action, and he marveled at her prowess and couldn't help but admire the fierce warrior she was. Not for the first time, he imagined the strength and resiliency of the offspring they could create together, and he realized that Bo-Katan had become his benchmark. If he couldn’t raise her warriors with her, he would forgo the concept altogether.
As they left the base with the assets in hand, he pointed out the bodies of troopers he took out himself.
Din skillfully docked the N1 onto the Gauntlet, a modification that Bo-Katan had installed during their search for the Nite Owls before the recapture of Mandalore. Bo-Katan attempted to show him respect by trying to forget the details of his face. It proved to be an almost impossible task. He could have looked like a Wookiee under that helmet and she would still love him. But in truth, she always knew that he must have been strikingly handsome, and today confirmed it. Relaxing a bit once they were safely in hyperspace, she removed her helmet and spoke to him as he entered the cockpit. “I’ll take you straight to the Living Waters when we return.”
The mesmerizing glow of hyperspace casted alternating waves of blue and silver throughout the cabin and over her face, and despite the cooling system on the ship, the air between them was warm and thick and heavy. The influence of the truth serum permeated into his thoughts, as he discovered an absence of his inner voice of guilt, urging him to adhere strictly to his creed. Instead, he was confronted solely with the unfiltered truth—he yearned to show his face to Grogu and Bo-Katan.
The silence stretched. She turned to speak to him and every inch of her body flared to life. Din was gazing intently at her, willingly revealing his face.
"I... I’m not going to bathe in the Living Waters," he admitted hesitantly. "I am still Mandalorian," he declared to reassure himself.
Tilting her head, she offered him an affectionate smile. "Yes, you are."
She removed her chest-plate and unfastened the zipper of her flight suit, revealing her shoulder to inspect a wound incurred during the battle. He approached slowly, examining her with a careful gaze, causing her chest to rise and fall rapidly with a mixture of longing and anticipation. She wanted to drown herself in his captivating brown eyes, and an intense desire to bite his plump lower lip overwhelmed her.
“I want to lick that clean.”
Her face contorted in shock. “What the fuck, Din? Did they inject you with something in there?
“Truth serum. They were going to interrogate me.”
Bo-Katan's eyes widened as this new information sunk in. She glanced up at him from beneath her eyelashes with the same mischievous gaze that had entranced him when she had deceived him into stealing the Imperial cruiser. He took a deep breath and casted his eyes upward. Had he not suffered enough in this lifetime? Were his most debauched fantasies involving her now at risk of being revealed? “Watch it, Bo-Katan, this could get dangerous.”
“Oh yeah? How so?” she teased, her voice dropping an octave as she approached him. “What do you want to do to me?”
Din made a strange noise in the back of his throat as he valiantly fought against his body’s impulse to answer her question with his ultimate fantasy, the one that he hadn’t even fully realized himself. His longing for her intensified, a hunger that had consumed him for years, now on the brink of being satiated as she stood right there, within his reach. His heart throbbed forcefully within his chest, and his attempts to control his breathing proved futile. He lost the battle and his words broke free, surprising even himself as they spilled from his lips.
“I want to fuck my baby into you,” he said breathlessly.
Her jaw went slack as she processed the meaning of his confession. His words ignited a wildfire within her, knowing that he desired her in the most intimate way possible, and suddenly all she craved was Din inside her, to give him everything he desired. To be bred by him like a bitch in heat, filled and swollen with his children.
Gone were the usual doubts and conflicts that plagued her desire for him, replaced by a resolute certainty and a feral longing for him. She leaned in so close that he could feel the gentle puff of her breath against his face. He held his breath as she looked up in his eyes, baring her teeth and whispered, “Do it.”
“Wh—what?”
“Breed me,” her voice was frantic, the emptiness inside her suddenly aching to be filled. She unbuckled her flight suit bottoms and pulled them off. He gazed at her with eyes filled with a wild intensity, a hunger she had never witnessed in anyone else before. It was a hunger that mirrored her own, and she fought back tears of joy knowing that he reciprocated her feelings, that he wanted the same things she did. They were two wandering souls who finally found each other in the vast expanse of the galaxy for the purpose of bringing new life to the universe.
Din walked her backwards, lifting her on a bare, cold section of the control panel and settled between her legs, his grip on her thighs hard enough to bruise.
“I’m serious about this. Tell me now if you’re not,” his voice was wild as he loomed over her, his shaking fingers, now gloveless, caressing her over her panties. They were already soaked with her arousal and her slit was practically weeping. She seemed as flushed and swollen as he was, and he wondered if she was fertile at the moment. “I’ll fuck you until your womb is full of me and even then I won’t be able to stop.” He hooked a finger in her panties and moved them aside, so that two digits could slip inside her tight heat. She bucked, already so responsive to him.
A rush of breathlessness kept her from immediately speaking. She felt wild with the desire to give herself over entirely, to give in to nature and fulfill her destiny to carry Din Djarin’s child.
“Din, fuck me,” she whined, her words filled with urgency, as if she would die if he didn’t take her that minute.
How certain could he be that the substance injected into his blood was a truth serum and not a hallucinogen? Could living out his ultimate fantasy be nothing more than a cruel fever dream?
He pulled his fingers out of her, ripping her panties off of one leg and taking himself out of his pants with desperate impatience. He pushed himself into the hilt of her and the air rushed out of her lungs with a low, needy moan as she struggled to accommodate him.
The vice-like tightness of her cunt nearly drove him mad. Being inside of Bo-Katan felt like coming home. “D—do you need me to be gentle?” he choked.
“No. Fuck me hard.”
His mind raced, struggling to process the fact that Bo-Katan was into this, and his body shook with the immense effort of restraining himself from taking her too hard, too soon. He pushed in and out of her at a much slower pace than his body demanded, and met her for a kiss that was at first tentative before escalating with quickening, desperate abandon. She gripped any part of his body she could find that was not covered in armor, and Din drove into her with a mounting urgency, pulling a groan from deep in her chest.
Her enthusiasm made it impossible to restrain himself, and he picked up a savage pace that knocked the breath out of her with thrusts that felt like they punched right up through her throat. This was not hard fucking; this was frenzied, brutal fucking.
“ Din ,” her voice shook and her head bounced with the force of his thrusts. “Are you trying to destroy it?”
"If it's tender, it has a better chance of taking," he remarked playfully.
She threw her head back and burst into laughter. “That’s not true!”
He felt the vibrations of her laughter on his lips as he let out a soft chuckle and lightly bit down on her throat. Her laughter died, replaced with a gaping, silent mouth.
The coil in her belly kept tightening, threatening to snap. He reached between their bodies to find her clit, rubbing at it in time with his thrusts, moaning and panting as his own pleasure soared higher and higher.
“The idea of knocking women up turn you on, Din?” she managed to get out.
“No,” he admitted. “You’re special. Your body was made for my child,” he rasped. His words were a detonation switch and she came undone, screaming, in his arms. Her vision exploded into blinding, white-hot euphoria as her cunt contracted around him, each spasm washing waves of pleasure through her body.
Being inside Bo-Katan as she climaxed was nothing short of devastating, and it was a miracle that he didn’t finish despite her best efforts to milk him dry.
“Gonna be a good girl for me?” His voice trembled, strained by the exertion of his thrusts.
She moaned affirmatively.
“Use your words, Bo.”
“Y–yes, God!”
“Gonna let me fill up this little cunt? Give you a baby?”
“Yes!” she sobbed, still twitching from her orgasm.
“Whose baby, Bo?” he asked with a brutal, deep thrust.
Shouldn’t they talk about this? Later. They’d talk about it later. When it was too late to take it back.
“Your baby, Din,” she whimpered, her glassy eyes locked on his from beneath her lashes.
“That’s right,” he growled, her words everything he ever longed for, even though he hadn't realized it until now.
He was fully feral, and she wondered how often his eyes looked like this behind his helmet, possessing a darkness deep enough to engulf her entirely. His expression was wild as he loomed over her, fucking her frantically, manhandling her to chase his own release.
He was going to knock her up. The thought dizzied her.
“I’m gonna fuck you full. Would you like that?”
“Yes, daddy,” she cried, rolling her tongue into his mouth.
He choked into her mouth as her words pulled from him a climax so intense that it bordered on painful, sending electric shocks down his spine. A primal, guttural moan escaped from deep within his chest and she swallowed it, kissing him until he collapsed his full weight on her, grunting while his cock pulsed endless ropes of his spend into her as deep as he could.
The only other sound in the ship besides his heavy panting in her ear was the woosh of hyperspace. Panic gripped her chest. Would clarity set in now, causing him to deem this an awful mistake that created an irreparable tear in their relationship?
“How long do we have until Mandalore?”
“Two hours.”
He hooked both hands under her thighs and easily lifted her up into his arms, leading her over to the control panel to input random coordinates into the hyperdrive before carrying her to her cabin and laying her gently on her cot before pulling himself out.
As it turns out, he did not deem it a mistake. In fact, he was quite insistent that they needed to keep at it after regretfully watching rivets of his translucent white fluid slowly run down her thigh as she stood to discard her armor and the rest of her flight suit. He admired the curves of her perfect body, widening at the hips, and had to remember how to swallow, how to breathe.
His gaze fixated on her with intense, dark eyes as she meticulously removed each heavy piece of his armor, reverently placing them in a pile. The passage of time seemed both transient and unending as she undressed him, peeling off his flight suit from his arms and down his legs until he stood completely bare before her. Kneeling at his feet, she looked up in awe at his towering stature, his undeniable strength.
With her tongue out, she patiently waited until he dropped his heavy cock onto it, and she licked the beading liquid at his tip. Smoothing her hand along his hard, silky length, she took him in her mouth and slowly sucked, taking him inch by inch until he hit the back of her throat, her hand making up for the length she couldn’t fit. He tilted his head backward, emitting a low groan, and his hand grasped her hair and brought her face up and down his erection. She picked up speed until he tensed and pulled her off of him, yanking her up to his face.
“I’ll fuck your throat later. We can’t waste any come,” he whispered hoarsely in her ear, and her body violently shuddered at the feeling of his breath ghosting over her skin. Stars, for such a quiet man, he sure had a filthy mind.
He walked her back against the bed and she fell back on it, opening her legs for him to surge between them. Sitting back for a moment, he admired her body before tracing his thumb back and forth over her pebbled nipple before taking it in his mouth. She arched into his touch and he opened wide, lightly biting down on as much of the fatty tissue as he could fit in his mouth, giving into the strange urge to eat every inch of her now that he was free of his helmet.
“Fuck, Din!”
Bringing his face up to hers, their tongues gently brushed against the other before it escalated into a deep, messy kiss.
He began rutting between her folds, collecting the mix of their previous arousal. Her eyes rolled back when he brought his entire length up against her clit, applying pressure so that she felt each individual ridge and crevice dragging across her cunt. Lifting her hips, she tried to line him at her entrance, but he firmly pressed against her hip with his hand, keeping her grounded against the mattress.
“Beg for it,” he ordered.
She whimpered. The flesh in between her legs throbbed with an agonizing need, as if every pulse of her body cried out for him. “Din, please,” her voice shook with desperation. “Give me a child.” Her heart pounded in her ears, her desire for Din casting down everything else.
She flattened her hand against his chest, and found it warm, his heartbeat wild and erratic against her palm. The moment stretched between them as he hooked her legs over his shoulders.
“Okay, Bo. I’ll give you one,” he breathed into her mouth, swallowing her whine as he bottomed out. In this position, nearly folded in half under him, she could feel every inch, every ridge, of his cock as he plunged it into her over and over. She nearly sobbed as he kept hitting that spot inside of her that made her brain short-circuit with long, hard strokes.
Something about Bo-Katan’s body reduced him to his rawest primal instincts, and the truth serum pulsing through his veins unveiled all of his thoughts.
“God, you look so beautiful getting bred full. Millions of my babies in your cunt right now.”
Bo-Katan grabbed his soft hair in one fist and yanked his head back. “Millions, but not nearly enough,” she growled, biting his lower lip.
If she thought it wasn’t enough, he would gladly spend all night giving it to her. He would fill her repeatedly until her body swelled with it. Until her body became more him than her.
“I’m gonna fill you up, Bo,” he gasped. “I’m gonna fill this tight cunt. I’m not gonna stop until you’re swollen with my child,” he rambled incessantly, his voice frantic against her throat as though succumbing to his body’s insistent urge to breed her was a matter of life or death.
A child . Din was fucking her to the point of overflowing in order to breed her. She sent up a silent prayer that this would be the time that it takes. For this moment to be the one where he was bound to her forever.
He started to lose control of the pace he set. “I’m going to make you a mommy. And what will that make me?”
“Daddy,” she whimpered into his shoulder. He pulled himself away from her throat and met her gaze, though she was barely able to keep her eyes open.
“Say it again,” he gritted through his teeth.
“The daddy, Din. You’ll be the daddy,” she chanted, hysterical as he did the impossible and picked up his pace, plunging into her with a look in his eyes that told her he was just as lost as she was. Bo-Katan was reduced to a moaning mess on the bed, his name spilling out of her lips with each rough pump of his cock into her body. His thrusts became sloppy, and with a rough growl he held her hips against his, her cunt flush and full of his cock as he emptied himself into her depths.
They spent hours at it. Din was a man possessed. He fucked her over and over like it was the most effortless thing in the world. He pushed his fluid back into her with his thumb, or would stay inside her until he was hard enough to pump into their shared slick again. He kept talking about the baby with his gaze fixated on her belly, and his obsessive longing kindled a blazing inferno within her soul.
She couldn’t recall why she was ever jealous of men. It had something to do with power, but the power she felt now surpassed any other; the power to unravel a man as formidable as Din, to strip away his control, to make him beg her to take his seed and bestow upon him the profound gift of new life.
Would their child inherit the same power, the same determination, the same endearing curly brown hair? He or she would be beautiful, of that she was sure, with Din as their father.
“Don’t go back to Mandalore. Stay with me and Grogu. I’ll take good care of you,” he pleaded into her neck with a longing that mirrored her own.
This vastly transcended a mere kink. She was consumed by a burning question, and she knew this truth serum was temporary. She pulled him away to look in his eyes. “How do you feel about me?”
Fear flashed across his face so briefly that she thought she could have imagined it. His lips parted, and his eyes fixated on her mouth. “I love you.”
Her gaze flickered between his eyes and his lips, her own mouth forming a joyful grin. “I love you too, Din.” A shudder coursed through his body as she delicately traced her palm along his chest.
He pressed his lips to hers. Kissing her felt as effortless as breathing, as if it were an innate skill he had possessed since birth. He longed to become an inseparable part of her, so that no other could ever come close.
She exhaled, arching her back and tilting her head to the side as Din kissed her neck. He looked at her with wild eyes and the heat from their bodies radiated off of each other. His fingers met slick, swollen flesh between her legs and he swallowed her soft gasps and shakes.
“Din, please,” she whined, rolling her hips up to meet his.
“I know, Bo. You need a baby.”
She nodded, eyes glazed over like she was drugged, and in a way, she was. All she desired now was to give Din a child, as if it were a natural progression for which she had been destined all along, and Mandalore was just a means for realizing it.
“I know. I’ll give you a baby, Bo” he breathed into her mouth, his tongue rolling with hers as he flipped her on her back and glided into her.