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“Dank farrik, Din Djarin!” Bo Katan cursed, stomping up the ramp into the Gauntlet .
“I don’t understand why you’re so mad,” Din said, trailing into the ship behind her.
Bo Katan paused, taking a breath and clenching her fists at her side to stop herself from breaking something. She turned back towards the silver-clad mandalorian (who was alone, she noted, Grogu having been left to play with the other foundlings) and sighed exasperatedly, “Really, Din? You really can’t figure it out?”
She turned and made her way further into the ship, Din following her like a lothcat. She felt him grab her wrist from behind to prevent her from immediately going to the cockpit, and whirled back to face him. It was a firm, but gentle grip that tightened slightly as he looked down at her and said, “We needed a place to lie low. You had been to the living waters and helped redeem me in the eyes of the covert. It was only natural for the Armorer to include you as part of the Watch.”
Bo Katan gazed down to where Din held her wrist, heat blooming in her chest as she looked back up to his chromed helmet. As much as she didn’t want to admit it to anyone, least of all herself, she had grown fond of this particular mandalorian and the devotion he poured out of his soul wherever he went.
“I didn’t want to join the Watch! I wanted to be left in peace, but now my home is gone. I saw - I saw things I can’t explain, and it feels like I’ve lost everything,” she said.
Although she couldn’t see his expression under the helmet, Bo Katan imagined Din’s eyebrows knitting together with slightly downturned lips as he lightly moved his thumb over her hand as if to say but you’re not alone .
Her traitorous heart gave another flutter and the ghost of a touch before she snarled, “I’ve been so fucking tense that if I don’t find some sort of a release, the next time I see Paz Vizla’s stupid bucket I’m sticking a vibroblade up his ass.”
But an idea started to form in her head as she gazed past where Din Djarin still stood in front of her, to her bed - clean, unused, and oh so inviting - laying behind them.
“And you’re going to help me, Din Djarin. So go to the bed, and take off your beskar.”
He dropped her wrist as if he had been burned, staggering back a step and letting out a choked, “ what?”
“I said ,” Bo Katan drawled, lightly pushing Din back a step further, “Go to the bed. And take off your beskar.”
Bo Katan watched as Din sat mutely on her bed and began to slowly unpiece his beskar armor, looking at her quizzically. She in turn began shucking off her armor with practiced efficiency, placing it carefully on her storage cube.
She was about to start unzipping the front of her flight suit when Din rasped, “Wait. What are you doing?”
Bo Katan rolled her eyes affectionately at him through her helmet and said, “I said I needed release , Din. And that you would help; I meant sex. Sorry, I thought it was obvious.”
“I-we-but we aren't riduur - and our helmets-” Din sputtered. Bo Katan could imagine the blush coloring his cheeks; he really was adorable as well as insufferable.
“Relax, Djarin. You don’t have to be married to have pleasure. And our helmets can stay on, if you prefer,” She smirked, pushing the mandalorian further onto the bed. She paused for a moment, thoughtful, before asking, “Have you ever been with a woman, Din? Or man?”
A slight turn of his head “no” was all the answer she needed. “Then all you have to do is watch.”
She stood before him and began slowly unzipping her flight suit, taking her time pulling her arms out of each sleeve before bending down to remove the lower portion, keeping eye contact with the man before her. Din made no move from where he sat on the bed except for following her movements with his gaze from his helmet. Bo Katan felt a little thrill and shivered in the cold of the ship before reaching over her head to remove her top undergarment, leaving her breasts exposed. It really had been a while since she had been with another mandalorian, and just knowledge that he was sitting here watching her undress was enough for her nipples to peak.
She began to massage her breasts, imagining that her hands were instead those of Din Djarin’s. She pinched and twisted at her nipple, head falling back in a slight gasp of delight at the sharp pain. As a mandalorian, pain was no stranger but the pain that came with pleasure was truly one of the galaxy’s best delights.
Bo Katan’s helmeted gaze shifted downward to where Din still watched as her right hand slowly moved from her breast lower, following the heat of desire that had begun to curl inside her. She watched Din track the movement of her hand with his gaze as her fingers finally slipped beneath the hem of her undershorts to the apex of her thighs. She gasped as she first touched her most sensitive part and felt the wetness already present, pleasure already starting to build from her left hand still gripping her breast and her right seeking salvation below.
She noted how Din’s breathing rate had increased and the growing evidence of his enjoyment of her performance was starting to be seen through the fabric of his flight suit.
“Like what you see?” She grinned. A sharp nod of his helmet was his response.
She withdrew her right hand for a moment and asked him, “Do you want to touch me?”
Din’s response was slower this time, and for a moment Bo Katan worried that she may have pushed him too far. But then he nodded his head slowly in confirmation.
She closed the distance between them and stood between his legs where he sat and took his gloved hands and placed them gently around her breasts that were now full with desire. He seemed almost tentative, slowly ghosting his thumbs over her nipples in wonder. But Bo Katan craved for more than just gentle touches and climbed up onto the bed with him, straddling his waist with her thighs before slowly lowering.
The feeling of his bulge beneath her and the friction from the flight suit nearly drove her to madness from just that first touch, and she let out a sharp hiss as she began to move. Din let out a small grunt of surprise as her hips began to rock over his erection, his hands tightening around her breasts in response. Bo Katan let out a sigh of pleasure as she began to gain rhythm, the sensation of Din’s cock beneath her better than she could have even imagined. Din’s hands seemed to gain confidence as well, beginning the pinch and twist and rub her breasts as she had shown earlier. The combination of the rough texture of his gloved hands and the friction between his flight suit and her underwear had her soaking through the fabric as she groaned in pleasure. Din was becoming strained as well, making small noises beneath her.
As she looked down at him she nearly found her release right there; but over her dead body would she lose that release like a teen rutting for the first time. She wanted this man in his entirety .
As she slowed, Din’s hands moved slightly farther down, his thumbs skimming the undersides of her breasts. Bo Katan moved slightly back and touched the bulge sitting beneath her core with her hand, Din’s hips twitching upwards in response.
“May I lower your suit?” She asked him. Din let out a shaky breath and responded, “yes.”
Bo Katan lifted herself from his lap and removed her own final undergarment before beginning to pull at the hem of his pants. He lifted his hips to aid her as she rolled the bottom of his flight suit down, exposing him to her and - kriff. His cock was bigger than she had expected, thick and beaded with precum at the head. She wanted nothing more than to just sink down on his length, but she settled herself just before it and took Din’s cock in her right hand and began to pump him to full attention.
Din shuddered beneath her, hips twitching upwards as her hand moved along his length, ghosting the tip and smearing the precum at the head down the side. By the way his breathing had become labored, Bo Katan could tell that the mandalorian was close to completion, so she leaned her head down towards his and lifted her hips from where she sat in preparation to complete their joining.
She paused with Din’s cock at her entrance and moved her left hand towards his helmet as she gazed at him through her visor.. He stiffened momentarily and grabbed her wrist as her fingers reached up to cup his jaw under his helmet.
“Relax,” she breathed, skimming the tip of her thumb over the corner of his lip, “I’m not taking it off.”
No sooner did she finish those words than she finally sank down upon his full length. She moaned with pleasure as she sat up, feeling his member fill her up and stretch her open in ways that she hadn’t experienced in a long time. She waited a moment to adjust to the new fullness inside her and for Din to catch his breath, and then Bo Katan began to move.
She began to move slowly, rocking her hips back and forth as she had before, relishing in the sensation of Din against her innermost walls. Her pleasure had already been to the tipping point before, and she began to chase that climax as she moved faster and faster, letting out gasps of air that suspiciously sounded like “ Din, Din, Din! ”
Din was clenching his hands on her back as if she were a lifeline holding him onto the edge. But then he moved his hands downwards to settle on her hips as she moved, pushing her even farther down, and to Bo Katan’s delight began to thrust upward as well.
She moaned as he was able to reach new areas inside her that were previously untouched, and a feeling of rightness settled in her gut as they moved together. For someone who had begun so tentatively, Din was a natural, matching her pace stride for stride just as he had when chasing down the Tie Interceptors earlier that same day. He was letting out soft grunts of pleasure beneath her, and both of their movements became more frantic as their climaxes came roaring upwards.
Bo Katan came first, gasping Din’s name as the wave of pleasure finally crashed over her and the stars of hyperspace flashed behind her eyes. Din continued to thrust up into her as she rode her pleasure, cumming shortly after and spilling his seeds inside her. After, she stilled with him still inside her as they both came down from their pleasure, gasping for breath, and caressed the side of his helmet with her hand before sliding off.
The loss of him inside her was immediate, but she shoved the part of her that realized it was him that she wanted to the back of her mind as she stood and wobbly legs and began to pull her clothing back on. Din groaned as he struggled to sit up from where he lay on the bed and gasped, “Bo? That was - that was amazing. ”
She turned back to him smirking under her helmet as she put on the last of her armor and said to him, “Now imagine what it’s like
without
the helmet. Maybe someday, mandalorian.”