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You are unsure if he will show up tonight. You never are quite sure when he will arrive. Sometimes, the mandalorian appears nightly for a week. Then, his travels take him away for months, only to show up out of the blue one night. For the past couple of years, this has been your secret.
Working in a cantina at a semi-busy port during the day has meant that the mandalorian crosses your path often enough. Even though the port dies at night, people come and go. That is how you met him so long ago. He came in one day meeting someone asking about a job...
A noise down the streets get your attention, snapping you out of your memories. You jolt, almost knocking over your drink. Grabbing it at the last second, you sigh. Propped up on your chair behind the counter, you stare at the empty cantina. During the day, the place was bustling. At night, it was a different story. The port quieted down and the only people out on the street were fools looking to get mugged or someone looking for trouble. Once in a blue moon, someone would grab a drink, toss you a few credits and head out.
Your eyes start to close and you yawn. You remember the first time you saw the mandalorian come into the cantina. Head to toe in the nicest armor you ever saw, all eyes were drawn to him. You had never seen one before but you knew of their renown.
You force yourself to open your eyes and almost fall off your chair. As if conjured up by your thoughts, the mandalorian stands in front of you. You blink rapidly as if that will make him vanish. Yet he remains, crossing the cantina and coming to a stop at the counter.
“Mando,” You say, surprised, “I wasn't expecting you.” It had been two months since you last saw him....and the memory lingers with you every night.
“Just landed a couple hours ago. Here for a night.”
“Just one?” You ask, disliking the whiny tone in your voice.
“Just one.” He confirms.
What do you like about Mando? The first thing you noticed, besides his armor, was how polite he was. Working in a cantina meant you had to deal with assholes all the time. You enjoyed how polite and courteous he was. The second thing you liked about him?
“Come here.” Mando said in that slightly modulated clipped voice of his.
He didn't have to ask twice. You go around the counter, walking towards him. He is an imposing figure – to anyone but you, who knows what he is here to give you.
When you are close enough to him, he grabs you by the waist and in one swift motion picks you up and sits you on the counter. You throw your hands around his head, looking at his helmet. Not for the first time, you wonder what he looks like although you have never brought that up. You know enough about the mandalorians to understand the helmet is part of them; it is never to be taken off.
“Do we have much time?” You ask, knowing you shouldn't be so cozy to him like this; if anyone came in, they would see you instantly and wonder what was going on.
“Enough.” Mando replies and his hands are moving down your waist.
His touch, even with his hands gloved, is something you have missed. You aren't foolish enough to think you are in some sort of relationship with Mando. You know what this is, what the two of you give each other. Pleasure, comfort, no questions asked. If another life, maybe you would have expected more from Mando. But not in this one.
Mando's hands are moving underneath your skirt, along your thighs. Goosebumps break out across your skin; you are already wet from desire. This is the second thing you like most about Mando: he gives you what others fail to give you which is nothing but pleasure.
You bring your legs around his waist, anxious now for him to fuck you. It is foolish to fuck on the counter. You have never done that before. All it would take was one person coming in for everything to go to hell. You would get fired for sure. Was it worth the risk?
When Mando drags one finger up along your slit through your underwear, you have your answer. Yes, it is worth it.
“Don't take too long,” You whisper urgently, “We wouldn't want to be caught.”
His finger presses against your pussy harder. “Is that the real reason?”
He knows you too well. You simply want him badly. Normally, this is when you'd kiss him. Obviously you cannot. Instead, you tap your fingertips against the back of his helmet. “Stop teasing.” You reply lightly.
Mando doesn't say anything else. Both of you have waited too long. With your long skirt bunched around your waist, his hands spreading your thighs, you cast a glance at the hallway that is connected to the door. Each second is a risk. But it is a risk you simply must take.
Mando tugs on his belt, giving his armor enough slack so that he can pull his cock out. With your hands around his neck, you hold onto him as he slips inside you. With a shudder, you close your eyes briefly, letting yourself be filled by him. His armor is cold against your arms but his cock is warm inside you.
You force your eyes open to keep watch on the entrance. Mando begins to move inside you, pulling you to the edge of the counter so he can move more easily. Your fingers curl against his armor, nothing to grab onto, no skin to touch, but you move your hips the best you can to meet his thrusts. Each movement of your hips brings your skin against his armor. But is cock is thick and full, ramming into you at a pace that shows he hasn't fucked since the last time he saw you.
Even though you know you should be on high alert in case someone comes in this late, it has been so long since you've had Mando that you cannot truly focus. Your head rolls back as you gasp. Mando's hands goes from your hips to your hair, tugging on it sharply as he fucks you.
You cannot begin to explain why fucking Mando feels so much better than anyone else. The way his cock fills you feels so good, the way he tugs your hair just the way you like, the pace at which he slams into you, the fact you always do it where you can be caught – all of it is too much. It is always enough to make you cum without him even touching your clit. You used to think cumming just from being fucked was an impossibility. Yet Mando manages to do it every time.
“Harder.” You beg and he obeys, driving his cock into you with extra force, giving your hair another tug as he picks up the pace.
Almost lazily, you cast a glance at the entrance. You no longer care if someone finds you fucking a mandalorian on the counter of the cantina. Let them find you.
Your clothes feel heavy, sticking to your skin, making you wish you could toss them and let Mando fuck you naked. But you have only ever fucked him in public and the last thing you want to risk is being naked especially with Mando fully clothed. He seems to sense your thoughts, however, because his hands leave your hair and tug up your shirt, squeezing your breasts as he fucks you.
He knows how you like it, how fast to fuck you, how each stroke needs to be long and hard in order to get you to cum. His breathing is slightly labored through his mask although he never moans or makes noise. You make enough noise for both of you. You are gasping, thrusting back on his cock as hard as you can while Mando pinches your nipples, groping your tits, slamming into you with his thick cock.
You are slumped back on the counter but Mando quickly grabs you by the waist, helping you stay steady as he fucks you. He is panting now, close to cumming. Your own orgasm is rapidly approaching. You wish you could scream, let your pleasure out as loud as you wanted but you manage to wrangle some self control.
“Mando...!” You gasp, unable to finish.
“I know.” He grunts and does one final thrust inside you.
His hand automatically leaves your waist and instead covers your mouth. He knows too well that you can be loud when you climax. Your moans are muffled against his gloved hand. Mando lets out a ragged breath as he cums inside you. You can feel how warm it is, your pussy milking his cock as you cum together. The pleasure is warm, intense, what you have been craving all this time.
Afterwards, Mando pulls out, adjusts himself. You are trying to catch your breath, wiggling your shirt down, trying to fix your hair. Your skin is flushed but your body tingles from the pleasure has given you.
He helps you off the counter and you try to flatten out your skirt, hoping you look innocent, not that you just fucked a mandalorian at work. Your legs are jelly and thighs slightly sore from the pounding he gave you but you don't mind.
“Do I look okay?” You ask him, your fingers going through your hair again.
Mando tilts his head to the side just an inch before going, “You always look good.”
You don't want to blush but know you are. “You don't need to flatter me. You already got what you came here for.” You tease.
Before Mando can reply, there is a sudden noise. A couple seconds later, someone walks into the cantina. They blink at the sight of Mando in his armor before warily looking at you.
You quickly smile, knowing that the last thing this person will assume is you just got finished fucking the mandalorian, and ask, “Welcome! What can I get you?”