Warmth In The Storm

Warmth In the Storm

This idea came to when talking with @deathwatchnightowl over another WIP and one little detail that was mentioned blossomed into this fluffy, yearning fic with Commander Cody

Pairing: Commander Cody X Reader

Warning: Teen (I think?)

Summary: You and Commander Cody get yourselves stranded on an Icemoon and are unable to send a signal for help until a violent storm decides to let up. Not one to enjoy the cold, Commander Cody takes it upon himself to help keep you warm.

Warning: So much fluff everyone, all the yearning, suggestive themes(?) Cody is frustratingly good at keeping his control, Characters sleeping together to stay warm

Reader is AFAB

One simple mission, one simple delivery mission and it couldn’t even go smoothly. Obi-Wan had sent you and Commander Cody to delivery some emergency equipment and the route was meant to be secure but thanks to you luck you were ambushed by enemy ships and in your small

Freighter was not equipped to deal with them.

You had made what you thought was a smart decision to try to evade them by hiding on one of the moons nearby, failing to realize that it was an ice moon and you flew right into a storm. Due to stress and panic, which a padawan of Obi-Wan should not have, you crash landed into an ice bank and due to the violent storm outside, you two were not able to go outside to drive to dig yourself out.

"The storm is jamming our signal, it won't get through until it clears," Cody explained as he attempted one last time.

"I can't believe that we can travel to planets and galaxies but our equipment can't send a kriffin signal in bad weather," you huffed running your hands through your hair.

The wind battered your cruiser, the ice pellets clanked against the tough metal and glass. This ship had been through worse so you weren't too concerned minus the whole ship being covered in snow.

“Well at least we aren’t being followed,” Cody grinned.

“Har har,” you sighed sitting in the pilot’s chair, “One simple delivery mission and I can’t even do that correctly,” you were busy analyzing the current stats of the ship, you realized in order to conserve the main power, you would have to switch to emergency mode which would only insure that the ship would be able to start the moment you could.

“You are acting like you are the only one to ever have an issue on a mission,” Cody teased.

You stared at him,arms crossed pouting, “Has any of them messed up on a simple delivery run?” you turned back and looked at the ship status

“I hope you like the cold, Commander, to ensure the ship is even able to take off once this is over we are going to have to turn off the heaters and most of the electrical.”

“I will go see what we have, General, I think I saw some things in the back.”

You started to turn off the unnecessary systems, as you braced yourself for the cold.

Cody had returned with one of the warm emergency jackets that was in storage and handed it to you as he found his own. It smelt musty and was stiff from not being used in a while but you weren’t one to complain.

You put it on, your body drowning in it. Cody smirked, “I feel like I could push you over and you wouldn’t be able to get up.”

You scowled, “Don’t you dare.”

Of course the jacket Cody found, fit him well, it gave him the necessary movement needed and showed off his fit frame.

“Well settle down, General, it is going to be a while.”

A few hours had passed and you both mostly sat in silence, mostly because Cody had decided to take a small nap. You pulled your legs close to you as the cold had started to creep through. It didn’t help that you also did not like the cold to begin with. This was going to be a long night.

Cody woke up to your shuddered breath, “Cold already, princess?” he teased, sitting up, rolling his shoulder.

You had your legs pressed up against your chest and your arms around, “What gave it away?” you shivered, smiling.

Cody got up and pulled out to blanket rolls, shoving one into each other, “I would prefer not to bring you back with a cold, I have an idea, an old survivors trick,”

You looked at him, as he firstly removed his helmet, he looked a little tired than usual but he still had that strong handsome face that most of the clones carried.

You got up and walked over to Cody, as you removed your belt with your lightsaber, placing it on top of the jacket near the rolls.

Cody had removed his armour and had stripped down only to his blacks.

"Erm, it is better if you have as little as possible," he stated awkwardly, his hand running the back of his head.

"Cody, is this how you get all your women into your bed. Showing off your 'survival techniques'?

Cody immediately flustered, "N-no that's not it ma'am uhh Sir…I mean,"

You burst out laughing, placing a reassuring hand on his arm.

Cody had to pause for a moment, were you always this beautiful when you laughed? The way you partially covered your face when he couldn't stop laughing. Also why did your touch feel so warm despite that you were literally a human icicle.

"I am bugging you," you breathed, wiping away a stray tear. You shimmied off your outer robe, standing in only your tunic and leggings. Your teeth were chattering at this point as you wrapped your arms around you self

"How are you not cold?"

"Advanced genetic modification," Cody bragged.

You rolled your eyes "And let me guess you don't sweat either, you absorb the sunlight for nutrients."

He poked your side, "I am not a robot or a plant,” He took note of your blue lips and your chattering teeth, though you had remained composed you weren’t fooling anyone. He lifted the side of the makeshift bed, the rolls were unzipped, one stuffed into the other.

“Get in, you are almost making me feel sorry for you,” he joked as you knelt down and shimmied into the roll, pressing yourself to the folded bit as close as possible. You heard Cody shuffle in behind you. You gasped slightly when you felt his warm frame against you.

“How are you so warm?” you asked, turning your head, “I can’t even keep my feet warm on warmer planets, feel.”

You pressed your socked feet against his legs, you giggled when you felt him move away, “Maker, how have your feet not fallen off, at this point?” he asked as he started to run his hand over your shoulders and arms.

Cody’s touch was gentle and attentive, something that didn’t surprise you given how meticulous and cautious he always was. Your arms felt less numb, as he carefully ran his hands over your legs, you hissed when you felt the warmth coming back. You imagined your skin was rubbed raw from the cold and the heat returning was sending pins and needles down your legs and to your feet.

“Is this helping?” he asked, you felt a small burst of warmth in your chest when you noticed the tone of concern in his voice.

“Yeah,” you responded snuggling more into the blankets, “This was a smart idea. Good work Commander,” you teased, “What about you?”

“I am fine, as I said I was warm before, but now it is a little better,” he had removed his hands from you and placed them awkwardly at his side. You bit your lower lip, you kind of wished he had kept going, you missed his warm touch . You tried to lay perfectly still, resisting the urge to move closer to him.

You two laid there in awkward silence, the only noise was the low pitch hum of the generator keeping the necessary equipment warm and the violent storm outside. Cody hadn’t been this close to someone in a while, all of his hookups were quick and they never stayed. He took in the warmth of your smaller frame as your shoulders rose and fell with each shallow breath you took.

You tried to focus your mind elsewhere, this was the closest you had ever been with anybody. You knew the Jedi code in regards to attachments and relationships, and you and Commander Cody had worked alongside together for months. The cold must be affecting your cognitive thinking, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath trying to feel the energy around you. You tried to find calmness within the force. The storm had not let up, and the energy was turbulent. There was nothing around for miles, your sense finally guided you to a calmness in the force...Cody.

The energy you felt around him was different from he was usually with you and Master Kenobi, he was always a calm soldier even in the toughest of battles and he never faltered even when having to deliver awful news of numerous casualties and failed missions. This energy you felt was raw and vulnerable. Trying to focus more you also felt something new, it was warm, like you were floating in a warm bath. You felt your body flush with the feeling, you couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly but you wanted to explore him more

You broke your thought instead as you felt a little guilty for looking into Cody like that. Taking in a deep breath to calm your nerves, you spoke, “C-Cody,” of course your voice was going to crack, “I am still cold, can you come a little closer?”

“Of course!” Cody internally cringed, he responded too quickly and probably sounded too eager. He shifted closer, his arms were awkwardly by his side, taking the plunge and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. ‘I am just keeping her warm, this General would kill me if anything happened to her,’

You squeaked when you felt his arms around you, his large hands at your waist as he pulled you closer to him. You were cocooned in his warmth, his frame encircled yours as you felt totally and utterly safe. You tried to not pay attention to his warm breath whispering at the top of your head, just how warm his hands were, just how perfect it all felt. It took all control to not allow your mind to wander where else his hands could warm you up.

'No,' you mentally yelled at yourself, 'He is just doing his duty, keeping me safe, this means nothing to him, it is just another mission for him.'

You jolted when you heard the wind pick up and the banging increased.

"Everything alright?" Cody asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Yes, sorry. I don't deal with storms very well," you admitted embarrassingly

"You would definitely hate Kamino then,"

"Yeah, I've seen enough holovids. I am good"

You groaned when something like a giant ice boulder hit the side of the ship.

Cody couldn't help but laugh.

"It isn't funny, also you tell anyone there will be consequences," you pouted, "Serious consequences."

Cody unconsciously ran his hands to the curve of your hip and torso as he inched a little closer,

"I've seen how Echo was nearly in tears when he was just teasing you about your luck with sabacc, you can be scary when you want to."

You settled back into the rolls, trying to ignore the noise outside. Shutting your eyes trying to focus on your breathing. Cody ran a reassuring hand over your arm. This surprisingly calmed you quickly, as you melted into his touch.

"Don't worry cyar'ika, I am here. I've got you." His nose gently brushed up against the top of your head. If you had been focusing on anything else, you wouldn't have noticed

"Sleep," he whispered, the low tone rumbled his chest, vibrating against you, "I'll be on guard."

"But you need sleep too," you mumbled the excitement of today and of the situation finally catching up with you.

"I'll just stand watch for a few hours," he assured you, squeezing you ever so slightly. You closed your eyes as you bathed in his warmth and drifted off into a somber sleep.

A few hours later, Cody was lightly dozing as he felt you shift, he immediately opened his eyes as you turned over, mumbling something as you rested against his chest, your legs intertwining with his, as you placed your hands on his chest.

Cody remained motionless, he could not tell if you were awake or if you shifted in your sleep. He would be lying if he wasn't enjoying the new position, your legs had finally warmed up as one of his legs was positioned between your warm thighs.

Your leggings and tunic did very little to hide the outline of your body to begin with but now being pressed up against him, he was able to map out every curve.

Reluctantly he shook your shoulder gently, "Hey, General," when you didn't respond he shook you again calling you by your name.

"It's okay Cody," you murmured, nuzzling into his chest, "I promise I can keep this a secret between us two."

Cody listened, you clearly were asleep, he had an awful idea that he knew he wouldn't be able to act on later.

"What secret, little one?" He purred into your hair, near your ear.

"Mmph, secret...you and me...together….please,"you whimpered, your grip on his blacks bunching the fabric a little.

"And what about your Master, cyar'ika?" He kept his hands on your back, resisting all desire to roam all over your body.

"Sshh, secret," you whispered as you quieted down, your breathing deep and slow once again.

Cody took in a deep breath, inhaling your scent of soap and something floral, closing his eyes preserving the memory, he exhaled, keeping you close.

"You're going to get me into a world of trouble," he muttered, as he closed his eyes, also drifting into a light sleep.

***

You brought your face closer to Cody, “This is nice,” you smile at him as he strokes your hair, mapping your face, watching your reaction.

“You know we can’t stay like this forever?” he pulled the blankets over both of you, keeping the heat in.

“But what if we could,it could be our little secret,”you ran your hand through his well kept hair.

Cody smirked, gripping your chin, pulling you into a gentle kiss. You whimpered when his soft lips touched yours. His kiss was warm, filling with passion with every deeper kiss.

“And what would Master Kenobi say to this?”

You placed a finger on his lips, “Sssh, it’ll be our little secret,” you responded as you pulled him into a deeper kiss.

***

You woke up with a start, your heart fluttering and a slight ache that wasn't the stiffness from sleeping on the floor. You took a moment to remember where you were, your mind still hazy sleep.

Your body was entangled in something firm and warm as your cheek was resting on something soft. You stiffened a little when you realized you were practically on top of Cody, legs interwoven with his, your hand bunching his blacks, your head resting in the crook of his neck. This isn't how you fell asleep.

You didn't want to move in fear of waking him up plus this felt nice. You felt the rise and fall of his chest as your hand was over where his heart was, slowly counting the rhythmic thuds. You kept your eyes closed as you took in his scent, the scent of sweat and soap and the slight sharpness of cologne. You pretend to stay asleep, eyes closed as you nuzzled into his neck, your breath fanning over his skin.

Cody woke up the moment he felt you stir, knowing that you were also now awake. He kept his chin on your head and his hands on the small of your back. He was trying to hang on to this moment, despite their current predicament he didn't want this moment to end.

He felt your legs shift, 'Marker, just a little longer little one,' he begged to himself.

You noticed the change in Cody's breathing and you figured he had also unfortunately woken up. You took in one more deep breath before opening your eyes, removing yourself from his neck and propping against his chest to look up at him. You gasped slightly as you were greeted with dark brown eyes with light sprinkles of hazelnut staring back at you. Your mouth suddenly felt dry as you gripped his shirt again to stop yourself from moving forward.

The air around you was electrifying as memories of your dream flashed before you. Cody slowly snaked hand over your back as he ran it gently across your cheek. Closing your eyes to savor the feeling he gently cupped your cheek. Your eyes fixed on his lips as you licked your own.

Cody took in your features, the messy bed hair, your eyes were glossed over from sleep and he took notice of the gentle pink blush that formed at your checks. He hesitated for only a second before drawing you closer.

"Commander Cody. Come in Commander Cody!"

Cody sighed in frustration reaching over to grab his com, his other hand still on your cheek.

"Commander Cody here."

"About time we found you," it was Fives, "We located your freighter, it is going to take a bit to get you out, looked like it was a nasty one last night. Are you and the General keeping warm?"

You felt your face turn scarlet, as your eyes remained on Cody.

"The General is fine, Fives. We will prepare for your arrival" he then tossed the com back onto the floor.

You started to untangle yourself from Cody's limbs, keeping quiet. Before you pulled yourself out of the roll, he grabbed your hand. You paused as you looked at him, your eyes both trying to express your feelings, your desires that you couldn't explore. One silently apologizing to the other for things that couldn't be. It was like the force was playing a mean trick on both of you. Your spirits calm but pained with heartache as well.

Still looking at you he gently kissed your hand, his lips burning into your skin, with one last squeeze,he let you go.

You both got ready in silence as you heard the troopers outside digging you out. Eventually you were able to open the back hatch and were greeted by Obi Wan and Fives.

"You look like a giant marshmallow," he laughed when he saw you in the oversized jacket. You smile warmly at him, feeling yourself calm down as you were finally near him again

"I am sorry about the mission Master…"

"Being ambushed by a separatist raid on your route wasn't part of your mission. I am just glad you are alright," he looked over at Cody who was fully armored up,"She wasn't too difficult was she Commander?"

You felt your heart involuntarily drop into your stomach.

"Not at all, Sir. It is always a pleasure traveling with the General,” you couldn’t see his eyes through the helmet but you could still feel them on you, as you kept your head down, unable to look at him without giving yourself away.

“I would be an icicle without him, Master.” You responded, adjusting your jacket.

“Well, I am glad, I think you should go give yourself a rest young padawan,” Obi felt a shift in you, it was for only a brief moment but he was able to catch it and knew that feeling all too well.

“Thank you, Master,” as you started to walk to the other ship. Cody started to follow behind you.

“Commander Cody, I am sorry I know you must be tired but I have a few things that I need to brief on you,” Obi wan spoke up.

You stopped and turned to look at Cody.

He looked at you and just nodded, “Sleep well, General.”

“I will Commander,” you nodded back at him, resisting the urge to beg him to join you later, but you knew it would never be possible, “Thank you for everything. I’ll meet up with you later.”

“I look forward to it, little one.”

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You were sitting on a crate in the hull, cleaning your disassembled blaster when the ramp jolted and started to lower with a mechanical whir. You knew it was Mando returning from his solo job—the nav had beeped a little bit ago to announce that he was in range—so you didn’t bother looking up from your task when he strode into the ship.

He slapped the control on the wall and kept his hand pressed firmly to the panel, frozen in place, as the ramp closed slowly. You caught the limited movement in your periphery while you worked, thinking vaguely that he must be exhausted.

“How’d it go?” you asked, rubbing an oily rag along the barrel of your blaster.

Mando didn’t respond. No sigh, no grunt. Nothing.

That grabbed your attention. Mando was never talkative, often relying on one-word rejoinders, but he always answered direct questions, especially from you. Lately, he was even initiating conversations during the long stints in hyperspace between one bounty and the next.

You looked up and were surprised to see that there was no quarry in sight—it was just Mando standing at the far end of the hull, his gloved hand still pressed to the control panel like he couldn’t bring himself to move. He looked… agitated. You could read the tension in his body; the fist hanging by his side was clenched and his shoulders were drawn up.

“Mando?” you asked, the confusion apparent in your voice, as you set your blaster down and got to your feet.

“No.” Without moving from his position, he whipped his head around and held up a palm to halt your advance. “Don’t… Don’t come any closer.”

“What—?”

He pointed a threatening finger at your chest. “Stay. There.”

You were so shocked by his unexpected command that you obeyed, staying rooted to the spot.

That’s when you really took in his appearance: he was shaking, the hand pointed at your chest trembling slightly. His armor was dirty—smeared with what was unmistakably blood—and his cape had a new ragged tear up the side. His chest was heaving as if breathing alone was a herculean effort.

When he saw that you were listening to him, he nodded stiffly and wrenched his hand away from the wall. With leaden steps, he walked over to a large storage crate and dragged it into the middle of the floor. Each of his mechanical movements looked like it required every ounce of his control to execute.

“Why—?”

He grunted, ignoring your question again. You watched in stunned silence as he stripped off all of his weapons, even his vambraces and spare ammo, with stunted, jerky motions and dropped them into an unceremonious pile on the floor next to him. Mando usually spent hours caring for those weapons, so it was jarring to see them discarded carelessly like that.

He crouched and ripped the lid off the crate, letting it clatter to the floor. He rooted around and when he straightened a moment later, he was holding chains—thick, hefty chains with menacingly large iron links—in his gloved hands. You watched in confusion as he set down the heavy tangle on the floor with a clank and hunted through the strands until he located the ankle restraints. He extracted them and began to fasten them around his own ankles, one at a time. Your jaw dropped.

“Mando, what the fuck are you doing?”

He whipped his helmet up to look at you and commanded: “Help me with this.”

You scrunched your eyebrows together: “Why?”

“Just do it.”

“I’m not going to chain—”

Before you could even finish your sentence, he snarled: “Just shut up and fucking help me.”

You stood there, dumbstruck, and cycled through several emotions in rapid succession. Your initial shock was immediately replaced by irritation as you registered his rude words. Anger flickered brightly across your consciousness, but it was quickly supplanted by confusion: he had never spoken to you in that tone of voice, let alone told you to shut up. Finally, fear settled in, thick and weighty, like a fog threatening to choke you.

You approached him slowly, kneeling on the other side of the tangle of chains.

“What happened to you?” you asked gently, reaching out to touch his arm.

He jerked away immediately, so quickly that he almost lost his balance. He thrust out an arm to steady himself on the wall behind him.

“Don’t—don’t touch me. Please.” His voice was suddenly small, almost quavering.

Your heart rate kicked up again.

“Mando, you’re scaring me. Tell me what’s going on.”

He looked up at you, voice slightly softer but still firm and urgent. “Help me with this, then I’ll explain.”

You stared at him.

“Please,” he repeated—beseechingly.

He was begging you. That was when the real fear sank in.

Without another word, you helped him get the wrist cuffs in place. Then, standing beside him, you followed his directions as he instructed you to secure the ends of the four chains: two to bolts on the wall, and two to bolts on the floor. The two on the wall were affixed to his arm restraints, the two on the floor to his ankles. Initially, you left slack in the chains, plenty of room for him to move, but he insisted that you tighten them enough so that his back was almost flush to the wall and he couldn’t extend his hands out any further than the natural reach of his long arms.

He sighed, shoulders slumping in relief, when you clicked the last restraint in place.

You looked up at him. Mando was strung up against the wall of this ship, arms hanging by his sides, suspended about a foot away from his body, and his legs were splayed slightly in a wide stance, boots a couple feet apart.

It was quite a sight.

If you weren’t so worried about what was happening, you’d definitely be having some... ideas. They were completely inappropriate ideas, especially considering the stark reality that the two of you were nothing more than hunting partners.

“Th-thank you,” he breathed. “Now, p-please, step away from me.”

You reluctantly complied, taking several careful steps backward, keeping your gaze trained on his visor.

“Okay, I did what you asked. Now tell me what happened.”

His breathing was still labored. “H-hit with a bio-dart, aphrodisiac drug. Strong... Heard of them before, but never encountered one until now.”

You gave him a skeptical look, raising one eyebrow, “...An aphrodisiac drug as a weapon? I thought that was a myth.”

“Apparently not.”

You surveyed him again as the reality of the situation washed over you.

He continued, words spilling out of his mouth in a rush like he was running out of time to explain: “H-had to get back to the ship. Didn’t trust myself. Left the body there. I’ll go back for it later. No-no time to bring it back. I had-had to—before I—”

His whole body tensed suddenly, cutting off his own sentence, and he threw his head back as an ugly, feral sound tore from his chest.

You stepped forward, hand outstretched. “Fuck, are you okay? Does it hurt?”

You panicked, desperately trying to think of some way to help him as he flailed.

He writhed for another moment then thankfully stilled, slowly raising his head to look at you again. He sounded wrecked when he spoke again: “No, no. It doesn’t hurt, not exactly. Not yet at least. It’s—it feels like...” He trailed off, glancing toward the floor.

You prompted him: “Like what?”

Before he could answer you, another wave wracked through him, and he thrashed against the restraints. You fought the urge to cross the space and soothe him. Even in the most stressful, life-threatening situations, Mando was always the picture of composure: calm, collected, calculating. So, it was unnerving to see him like this—overcome and out of control. You were itching to touch him, to ease his discomfort somehow. After another moment, he recovered.

When his visor found your face again, he rasped: “It feels like if I don’t fuck you right now, I’m going to die.”

His words hit you like a slap in the face. You swallowed hard, staring at him... all thoughts suddenly gone, mind completely blank.

He filled the fraught silence, straining forward slightly, his voice dipping an octave: “I want to fuck you so badly, baby.”

Your heart dropped at the unexpected pet name, a wave of wetness unapologetically gathering between your thighs.

Fuck. This was not at all the situation you had imagined—Mando drugged and chained up—but you had definitely dreamt of him saying some version of those words to you... on a regular basis, like maybe every night you ever spent with him on the Razor Crest.

He spoke again, trembling as he said: “This is fucking torture, you standing there, looking like that. And I can’t even fucking touch you. Shit. Shit. Shit. I want to—I want to touch you.”

Without your explicit permission, your feet moved you one step forward.

Mando shook his head back and forth violently, helmet jerking like he was trying to clear unwelcome thoughts by sheer force. “Dank ferrik, this is really fucking with my head. I’m-I’m sorry—I’m not myself.”

Only one question came to mind, one thing you were desperate to know.

“So...it’s just the drug?”

You waited, holding your breath, hoping he knew exactly what you were asking him.

He snapped his helmet up, meeting your gaze. He sounded surprisingly sober for a moment. “No. It’s not,” he stated bluntly. “I always want to fuck you. It’s just now I... I can’t control that urge.”

Suddenly, the drafty hull felt hot, suffocatingly so. You inched forward again.

His confession flooded you with courage. “What if... what if I want you to fuck me?”

Mando whined, body convulsing, shoulders collapsing forward as far as they could against his arm restraints. You were so shocked by the foreign sound that you actually took a step back—you’d never, ever heard him make a noise remotely close to that. You’d cauterized gaping wounds for him, removed a jagged blade from deep in his thigh, witnessed him take a blaster bolt to the side, sutured countless lacerations with no local anesthetic... but you’d never heard him whine. It was high and needy, desperate and pathetic as it grated through his modulator.

“Don’t-don’t say that, please don’t fucking say that to me right now... please... I c-can’t handle it.”

The chains creaked ominously, the links clanking together as he shifted against them.

“But, I mean it. I always want you to fuck me too,” you continued, ignoring Mando’s feeble requests.

You squeaked and flinched back again when Mando suddenly lunged forward, hands gripping the chains and pulling hard. His arms and legs were immediately wrenched back, his torso straining toward you. He panted: “Gods, you don’t know how long I’ve dreamt of you saying-saying that to me, mesh’la.”

Even through his visor, his stare was scalding, his gaze scorching your skin as he surveyed you, helmet trailing all the way down and back up your body.

You stepped toward him.

He jerked his head to the side suddenly, tearing his gaze away, and whined again—more quietly this time, more resigned. When he said the next words, you could hear how tightly his jaw was set: “Not like this. I-I won’t fuck you for the first time like this. I-I won’t forgive myself if I hurt you.”

You took another, much larger step forward.

“You won’t hurt me.”

He whipped his helmet up to watch you again. His voice was dangerous now, menacing, as he growled: “Yes, yes—I will. You don’t understand what this feels like. I can’t control myself—it’s a fucking miracle I didn’t take you the moment I walked back onto the ship and saw you sitting there—so kriffing gorgeous—and it’s only gotten worse.” He let out another frustrated growl, then continued: “I don’t just want to fuck you, I want to wreck you, I want-want to wreck you until you can’t walk and then fuck you again. I want to tear you apart. Ruin you with my cock.”

He said those words like a threat, but you couldn’t help the way they sent heat coursing through your veins, a shiver down your spine. You stepped toward him one more time. You were almost within his reach.

“DON’T,” he ordered, voice deadly serious. “Really, I can’t control myself. S-stay back.”

Even as he told you to stay away, though, he reached a hand out for you, legs and arms straining forward, trying to get closer to you. His mouth was saying one thing, his body begging for another.

You stayed where you were, just out of his reach, and asked: “How long will this last?”

“I don’t know... I hope no longer than a few hours. It’s already been at least an hour since I got hit. But it’s-it’s gotten worse.”

You could hear the exhaustion and exertion in his voice. He was barely holding it together, and you knew you needed to do whatever you could to make this easier on him, not harder. So, you shoved down your own selfish desire and with great reluctance, stepped away from him. You sat back down on the crate across from him and said, “Then, I guess… we’ll wait it out.”

He nodded vaguely, leaning against the wall behind him with a loud sigh.

You sat in uncomfortable silence for several long minutes. You busied yourself by reassembling your blaster. Every so often, the restraints jangled loudly when Mando was wracked by a brutal surge of need and struggled violently. You tried your best not to flinch every time it happened.

Eventually, he disrupted the silence by saying your name.

Before you even looked up at him, though, you knew—you knew that Mando was gone.

His voice had dropped several octaves, and it sounded different... honeyed, charming, drawling, depraved. It was fucking sultry. When you looked up at him, you immediately noticed his body language. You couldn’t quite put your finger on what exactly had changed, but something about him was off.

All you knew was that, suddenly, a dangerous stranger was standing across the hull from you. For the first time, you were truly grateful for those thick fucking chains.

His voice was smooth and calm when he said: “I need your help, sweetheart.”

You looked away from him, studying the silver sheen of the blaster in your hand instead. The way he rasped the word sweetheart would be burned into your brain for the rest of your life. It made your whole body feel hot.

“Come over here, beautiful,” he coaxed. “I’ve wanted you for so long, and now I know you want me too—you can’t hide from me anymore, princess.”

Princess. You didn’t answer. You just sat in silence and shrieked internally.

He said your name again—this time more urgently—then abruptly changed his tack: “Maker, this hurts so much now, it burns—I need you to make it stop hurting. Be a good girl and help me.”

You bit down on the inside of your cheek.

When you didn’t respond, he tested a third approach, his voice pitching low and sensual: “Please, cyar’ika, don’t you want me? I’m so fucking hard for you right now. I’ll make you feel so, so good, make you cum again and again. Just-just let me touch you. Let me show you.”

You stayed quiet, trying to remember how to breathe. He was playing all the angles—appealing to your conscience and your libido. The second strategy was harder to ignore.

“Come here and feel how hard I am for you.”

Fuck.

His voice was pure sin, purring and growling for you. He was fucking luring you in with it. He said your name one more time, and your resolve cracked a little.

You looked up at him, setting your blaster down beside you.

“Yes, that’s it, baby. Come over here.”

Against all odds, you stayed seated.

“Come make me feel good, and I’ll make you feel good.”

There was no way you could just sit and listen to this forever, so you made a decision. You shot to your feet.

“Yes, sweet girl, that’s right. I knew you’d do the right thing—always so good to me. Let me down from here, and I’ll take my time with you, show you all the things I’ve imagined doing to your body.”

Sweet fucking hell.

“I’m going to make you cum on my tongue so hard it hurts, and then I’m going to kiss it better.”

He was going to kill you.

You turned abruptly and walked to the ladder, placing your foot on the first rung.

“NO! Fuck—don’t do this,” he raged behind you. You could hear the squeak of the links shifting against each other as he heaved himself forward.

Steeling yourself, you started to ascend the ladder. The only way for you to survive this was to lock yourself in the cockpit, far away from the temptation of his damn voice.

Mando roared and thrashed behind you.

You were halfway up the ladder when you heard it—an angry metallic whine and the pattering of several small objects hitting the floor. You whipped your head around and watched as the durasteel panel that his right wrist restraint was fastened to began to peel away from the framework of the ship, several of the bolts already missing.

The piercing sound seemed to jolt Mando out of his drugged haze. When you dropped down from the ladder and faced him, you could tell that he was himself again. He stepped back against the wall, putting as much distance as he could between the two of you.

When he spoke, his voice had returned to its normal register and cadence, all business. “Fuck—fuck, you have to drug me. You have to.”

Your jaw dropped: “Drug you?? More?”

Words poured out of his mouth, desperate and rushed: “In the med kit,” he pointed, “there’s a shot—PLEASE, sedate me now. It’ll knock me out for a couple hours while the worst of this works through my system. Otherwise, these chains won’t hold. Please, just fucking do it—there’s nowhere that you can hide from me if I get out of these.”

When you didn’t move right away, he bellowed: “DO IT NOW.”

You scrambled over to the medkit, whipping it open and digging around.

“PROMISE ME—promise me you’ll do it, no matter what I say to you. Promise me right now that you’ll do it! Please.”

You looked up at him, your heartbeat loud in your ears. “I will, I promise, Mando.”

His shoulders slumped in relief.

You rooted around, moving past several other items—you took note of an intravenous hydration pouch and filed that information away for later—until you located the appropriate syringe of sedative.

As soon as you turned and approached Mando, you could tell he was lost again. He flipped so fast that if you’d blinked, you might have missed the subtle shift in his body language.

When you were just a few feet away from him, he threw out a palm—this time, not to reach for you, but to halt your advance.

First, he tried appealing to your reason.

“No, no, cyare, don’t. I shouldn’t have asked you to do that. What if there’s an interaction between the drugs? Could be dangerous. There’s no way to know.”

It almost worked for a second.

You took another step toward him.

Next, he tried bargaining.

“How can I hurt you when I’m chained up like this? The rest of these will hold, I know they will. And it won’t matter anyways; I won’t need the restraints at all if you just help me—if-if you give me what I need.”

You looked away from him, training your gaze on the metal floor again. “You know that’s not true.”

“Yes, it is. I was wrong before; it’s-it’s getting better. I can control myself now. I just need you, and everything will be okay. I’ll be—I’ll be gentle with you, so gentle, I promise.”

You forced out one word: “No.”

He didn’t say anything for a long, drawn-out moment. The tension was so thick that against your better judgment, you looked up again. He looked so anguished, so distressed... shoulders tense and fists clenched. You felt bad for him.

Finally, he tried straight-up seduction.

“Please—just, fuck—I need to fuck you. Your cunt, your mouth, let me fuck you. You can have me however you want me, love.”

All of a sudden, your thoughts were hazy, slow like molasses. You were stuck on the fact that he’d called you love.

“I think about fucking you right here in the hull, bending you over a crate and licking your perfect pussy until you cry for me. I always wonder what you’ll sound like when you’re taking my cock.”

You were trying to block out his words, to ignore the honey dripping from his lips. You just—you just wanted a taste.

“I have to know how you taste.”

So did he, apparently. You clenched your thighs. Fuck, you just wanted him to keep talking.

“I think you’ll make the sweetest fucking sounds when I make you cum—I’ve imagined it. I think you’ll whine for me—but I bet I can make you scream too.”

He’d wanted you, too—all this time.

All this time, you’d both been lusting after each other, separated by nothing more than the thin durasteel walls of this ship and a healthy dose of doubt.

“I just need to cum, and then this will all be better. I know it. The drug will leave my system. Don’t you want to help me?”

You did want to help him.

Your eyes wandered down his body, and your brain short-circuited when you saw the outline of his aching cock pressing against the fabric of his flight suit. It made your mouth water.

You wanted him. He wanted you. Why overthink it?

He could tell that it was working, that you were considering his words, so he continued cautiously, bargaining with you: “You don’t even have to unchain me. Just get down on your knees for me, like a good girl.”

Now THAT made you hesitate, made you stop in your metaphorical and physical tracks—but only because it sent a jolt of pure arousal down your spine, electricity igniting every goddamn nerve in your body so fast and intense it almost hurt.

“Don’t you want to open that mouth for me and suck my cock, pretty baby?”

As if on command, your jaw fell open, tongue darting out to lick your parted lips, and you took another step forward.

Oh, shit.

You did want to. You really fucking did. You wanted to get on your knees for him. You wanted to suck his cock and have him tell you how good you looked doing it. You were aching to hear his praise, to taste him, to make him feel good. He deserved relief.

And so did you.

You wouldn’t even have to unchain him. It would be fine. You’d be safe, and he would feel better.

You took another step.

You were close to him now—you didn’t realize you’d crept this close—almost within his reach.

Mando started talking again, capitalizing on this progress: “Gods, I’ve thought about your sweet mouth, those soft lips, wrapped around my cock, taking me down your throat so well. I think about it every fucking night when I fuck my fist. You’d look so good down on your knees for me, mesh’la.”

You watched as he got caught up in his own fantasy, mumbling on and on about every sinful thought he’d ever had about your mouth. You could tell his eyes were closed behind his visor, his head tipped back in bliss. Gradually, he started bucking his hips forward, like he could actually feel your lips around him, like he was chasing a phantom sensation. He was so completely absorbed in the picture he was painting, so drunk on the potential that for a second, he’d forgotten the literal hell he was currently in.

“Sometimes I can’t even focus when you talk to me because I’m just thinking about how your tongue would feel on the tip of my cock, licking me, sucking... so wet and warm, taking me deep like the good fucking girl you are, letting me fuck your mouth, until I’m cumming down your throat and you’re swallowing for me—swallowing everything I have to give you.”

Fuck, the picture he was painting was enticing you just as much as it was enticing him. It was a picture you’d had in your own head for months, one that you’d made yourself cum to so many times you’d lost count.

Before you could stop yourself, you took that final step toward him and extended your hand. You grazed your fingers over the bulge in his pants, and he was jolted out of his waking dream by your unexpected touch, snapping his helmet down to watch your fingers stroke him.

He choked on nothing. “Please, baby, please.” He was begging now, but his voice wasn’t soft or pleading like it had been when he was asking you to chain him up. Now, it was furious, demanding, and desperate.

He needed this.

Fuck, who were you kidding? You needed this.

You cupped him, pressing against his erection more firmly, and his hips pressed back, chasing that delicious friction. Your aching cunt clenched around nothing when you registered just how big his cock was under your hand.

You were so close to unbuckling his belt, to unzipping his pants. So fucking close. But a whisper of guilt in the back of your mind made you hesitate. The weight of the syringe in your left fist was an insistent reminder: you’d promised him—sane, right-in-his-mind Mando. You’d promised that Mando that you wouldn’t give in.

Fuck.

You stilled your hand.

Mando’s helmet snapped up, meeting your eyes, and tension pulled taut between you. You were both frozen, paralyzed—you by indecision and he by fury.

The seconds stretched on.

Mando broke first.

He ripped his right arm forward as hard as he possibly could, and with a furious squeal, the metal panel—the loose one you’d completely forgotten about—started to bend away from the wall even more, exposing a complicated mess of wires and pipes underneath. You watched as two more bolts popped out of place and clattered to the floor somewhere behind you. It was almost fully separated from the wall now; three remaining bolts along the bottom edge struggled to keep it in place against Mando’s brutal strength.

The screeching sound shocked you—dragging you forcefully back to reality—and you yanked your hand away from him, but at the same time, Mando’s heavy hand landed on your shoulder. He was finally able to reach you given the newfound slack in his restraint, and his fingers dug into your flesh, wrenching you forward.

He knocked his helmet against your forehead, holding you there with an iron grip.

Ouch.

You were so close to him that you could hear the words before and after they hit his modulator: “I know you want it. Take it. Take what you need, mesh’la. It’s yours.”

Every breath ripping from his lungs was harsh and labored, his chest heaving. You could feel the rage and pure need radiating off of him in waves. His left fist was clenched so tightly around the chain that the leather of his glove creaked.

“I can’t, Mando,” you said, stern but apologetic.

The energy in the hull shifted abruptly at your refusal, and you had the good sense to pull away from him just seconds before Mando reared back and launched himself forward, throwing his whole body toward you, only to be yanked back by the restraints. Those three bolts, the last hope of keeping Mando fully restrained, squeaked ominously as he jerked his limbs as hard as he could, the chains fully extended. He was snatching at the air a few inches from your chest.... reaching, reaching for you

And you were stuck, frozen in place, watching his grasping fingers hovering in front of you.

In a terrifying voice you didn’t even recognize, he roared: “GET ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES.”

Oh, he was truly lost. He was beyond recognition, beyond bargaining or soothing. He was enraged, throbbing with need. There was only one course of action now.

Another bolt clattered to the floor.

You dropped to your knees, careful to stay close to the ground and out of his reach as you crawled forward. You were trying so, so hard to not be distracted by the obvious strain of his thick cock against his pants, but now it was directly in front of your fucking face.

He pointed an accusing finger down at the syringe clutched in your left hand. “Don’t. Don’t. DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE.”

You ignored him, the needle poised over the unarmored part of his thigh. The next few moments played out in slow motion.

Mando bellowed: “NO!”

He ripped his arm forward again, and the metal panel whined, bending forward even more. Another bolt popped off, skittering across the floor and landing by your feet.

One. One single bolt remained in place.

And Mando’s right hand was suspended only a few inches above where you were crouched close to the ground.

Lightning fast, you jabbed the needle into his thigh and emptied it in a matter of seconds. He roared in anger, thrashing against the chains, trying to snatch at your hand. When the entirety of the drug had been injected, you ripped it away and scrambled backwards, getting to your feet. Mando struggled and shuddered for a moment, growling all the while, wrenching his arm farther and farther forward—the metal panel screaming as it bent—centimeter by centimeter.

It was too late—you’d waited too long, and he was going to rip it clean off the wall before the drug hit him.

You reached back blindly, relief spreading through you when your hand landed on Mando’s rifle, sitting amidst his pile of discarded weapons. You gripped it and flicked the controls, setting it to stun. Keeping your eyes fixed on Mando’s thrashing form, you sank slowly to one knee, propping the rifle up your other, ready to incapacitate him if necessary.

Your finger hovered over the trigger.

Mando’s movements were suddenly slower, weaker, less coordinated. You moved your finger away from the trigger and let out a breath of relief as the drug finally seemed to take hold. He took a faltering step backward, and his plated shoulders hit the wall with a hollow clang. He slurred something incoherent at you, and thankfully, finally... finally, he stilled, head sagging forward drunkenly, arms going slack. He slouched against the wall, knees giving out as he slid to the floor, arms extended up and to the sides by the restraints—the right much lower than the left—and his bent knees slightly splayed.

The position couldn’t be comfortable for him, but you were too scared to adjust his restraints—worried that so much movement would likely rouse him.

You waited a good twenty minutes—pacing back and forth as quietly as possible—finalizing the details of an idea in your head. You waited until you were totally sure he was knocked out before you approached him again. First, you placed his rifle in the middle of the floor—out of his reach, but in a position that you’d be able to grab it if needed. Then, you retrieved the hydration bag you'd noted earlier and your sharpest knife. With those supplies in hand, you tiptoed forward. You squatted on Mando’s left side, gripped his bicep lightly... and waited. When he didn’t move, you continued. You held your breath as you carefully, so carefully to avoid nicking his skin, cut a generous hole in his flight suit at his elbow.

Hopefully he wouldn’t mind that you were sort of butchering his favorite outfit—you’d offer to sew it later.

As hard as you tried not to, the movement jostled the chains, and they clanked and rattled. It was a quiet sound, but it felt so kriffing loud in the oppressive silence. Mando’s breath hitched slightly, disrupting the deep, regular rhythm of his sleep. His fingers twitched. You froze, then slowly set down your blade and started reaching back for his rifle.

To your immense relief, before you could wrap your hand around the stock, his breathing returned to normal—slow and steady.

You returned to your task, clipping the IV bag to a pipe on the wall above his slumped shoulder and cleaning the skin over the bulging vein visible through the soft flesh of his inner elbow. He didn’t react to the cold alcohol wipe, but he did jerk violently when you pressed the tip of the needle into his skin. You tensed, ready to drop everything and back away if you needed to, but he stilled again, muscles relaxing. You pressed the needle far enough into his vein and taped it in place. You double-checked that the drip was working, then backed away slowly, taking your blade and the rifle with you.

You waited like that, leaned against the opposite wall of the hull, Amban rifle never out of reach. You were unwilling to let him out of your sight, so you remained there, tense and waiting. When the IV bag was empty, you scurried forward and peeled back the tape on his arm—painfully slowly—and eased the needle out before you scrambled back to your spot.

Over two hours after he had passed out, he stirred, head lifting slowly.

“Mando?”

He looked around for a moment, studying his surroundings. He gripped the chains in his fists and attempted to pull himself up, faltering slightly before he eventually succeeded by bracing his back against the wall. He looked slightly unsteady on his feet. His visor found your face across the hull, and he rasped your name.

“How do you feel?”

His voice was dry and croaky. “Better... I feel better. Normal.”

“Good.”

He stood there, relaxed, getting his bearings. All the rage and tension had left his body. He looked like Mando again.

“How long has it been?”

“Since I knocked you out? About two hours.”

He cocked his helmet. “I thought the drug would have lasted longer.”

“I gave you fluids to flush it out of your system faster,” you explained, tapping the inside of your own elbow to demonstrate.

He looked down at his cut up shirt.

“Good thinking,” he nodded.

“Yeah, and thank fucking Maker it worked,” you laughed. “You started to get scary there at the end.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, hanging his head in shame.

“Do you remember anything?”

He looked up at you. “I remember everything.” Then, glancing up at the bent panel above his right shoulder, he continued, “I’m sorry, mesh’la. I would never have forgiven myself if I hurt you.”

You noted the use of a pet name, wondering if this new habit of his would persist. You hoped it would.

You gave him a sympathetic look, shaking your head. “You weren’t yourself. You have nothing to apologize for.”

He nodded. “Still—I’m sorry. But, you can unchain me. It’s safe now. I promise.”

You stayed where you were.

He seemed normal again, but you’d witnessed just how persuasive drugged Mando could be.

Luckily, he could read your hesitation. “It’s okay,” he reassured you. “I understand. Let’s give it some more time. I want you to feel safe.”

He leaned back against the wall and started sliding down to his seated position.

His sudden patience was all the confirmation you needed.

“I believe you.”

He flicked his head back up to look at you and straightened, watching you as you took a few steps toward him.

“Did you mean what you said?”

He quirked his helmet at you. “About what?”

You wavered for a second, doubt creeping into your mind. What if it really was the drug talking the whole time? What if he only said all those things because he was out of his mind, desperate to fuck anyone... and you just happened to be in front of him?

You steeled yourself. The only way to know was to ask: “That you want me? That you’ve always wanted me?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“It wasn’t just the drug talking?”

He scoffed: “No, it wasn’t.”

A mixture of relief and want settled in your belly. And you could finally have what you wanted.

You approached him slowly. When you were standing directly in front of him, instead of reaching for his restraints, you hooked your fingers in his belt. Mando watched your movements, his arms straining forward slightly.

“What are y—”

He choked on his words when you started to unbuckle his belt. He moaned when you unzipped his fly and pulled out his aching cock. It was still red and leaking, throbbing with need in your hand. His mind might have been clear, and he might have been in control of himself now, but the physical effects of the drug had clearly not worn off fully.

You looked up at him through your lashes and licked your lips suggestively, then flicked your eyes back down to his cock in your hand.

Mando’s head dropped back against the wall with a hollow clank. “Oh shit, oh fuck, yes p-please, baby, please—”

Before he could finish his stuttering request, you sank to your knees and took him as far into your mouth as you possibly could. He let out a broken moan when he slipped past your lips, canting his hips forward to chase the welcoming heat of your mouth. He was big, and you had to wrap your hand around the base of his cock to cover the length that wouldn’t fit in your mouth.

He shuddered above you, tilting his helmet down to watch you. You paused there, holding him, hot and heavy on your tongue. You waited a long moment, taking advantage of the fact that he was totally at your mercy. The longer you waited, the more he fidgeted, hips inching forward, cock twitching impatiently.

“I—”

When he started to speak, you interrupted him by giving him exactly what he wanted, hollowing your cheeks around him and sucking hard. You thought back to what he’d said to you, replaying all those things he’d imagined you doing to him. You pulled back to circle your tongue along the head of his leaking cock and flicked it along his slit, working the rest of him with your slick hand.

While you bobbed up and down on him, your other hand wandered up his thigh and rucked his pants lower, easing his balls free. You massaged them, manipulating them between your fingers, and Mando’s head lolled back again, his helmet clunking dully against the wall. His knees buckled slightly, the chains connected to his wrists pulling taut as he gripped them. In the space where you had cut his shirt away, you could see his muscles rippling, the veins swelling under his golden brown skin as he flexed.

Taking him in your mouth had you aching for him, clenching your thighs together to try and relieve the growing tension. Losing patience, you released his balls and snaked that hand under your own waistband to press down on your swollen clit and whined around his thick cock.

Mando snapped his head down at the needy sound. His helmet followed your movement, and he gritted out, “Shit, does this turn you on, sucking my cock like this? Are you wet for me, mesh’la?”

You hummed around his cock and ran your fingers through your wet folds then extracted your hand from your pants, reaching up to drag your glistening fingertips over Mando’s knuckles where his fist was clenched around the chains.

“Fuuhhh-ckkk, I can’t wait to taste you, to feel how wet you are.”

With that same hand, you reached down and unzipped your pants. Mando let out an inarticulate string of syllables above you as he watched you tug your pants and panties halfway down your thighs with one hand. You let him slip from your mouth for a moment—working him over with long, tight strokes of your slippery hand in the meantime—to say, “Keep talking, tell me how you’re going to fuck me, Mando.”

You took him back into your mouth, and as you rubbed tight circles over your clit, he started rambling on about all the things he wanted to do to you, all the ways he wanted to explore your body: “F-fuck yes, I want to taste your pussy, I want to watch you finger yourself just like this until you’re dripping then-then let me lick your fingers clean—”

You whined around his girth; your body was responding to his words, the tension coiling tight and hot in your core. Your knees slid apart slightly on the slippery metal floor. They were going to be bruised blue and purple tomorrow. Worth it.

“Th-then I want to put a blindfold on you and-and lick your clit until you cum on my tongue. Yeah—oh shit, baby, yes, just like that, hnghhh—then, then I want to fuck you from behind, hard and deep, until you’re soaking my co—”

You moaned shamelessly, the sound vibrating deep in your throat, and Mando choked above you.

“Are-are you going to make yourself cum with my cock in your mouth?”

His visor was glued to your face, the lip resting on his chestplate, as he angled his head down to watch you. You nodded slightly, eyes wide and desperate, pupils blown with lust, as you did your best to keep up your steady pace on his cock while you were simultaneously falling apart yourself. As the tension in your body built, your mouth and hand faltered on him, losing their rhythm, and your ministrations were suddenly stunted and irregular.

“Gods, you’re so kriffing perfect—use both hands on yourself, put-put your—”

You had all but stopped moving everything but the hand between your legs, eyes falling closed as you focused completely on your own impending orgasm. Following his directions, you dropped the hand on his cock down to your cunt, spreading your thighs more to push two fingers inside yourself. You let out another muffled noise, and you could tell Mando loved the sounds you made with his cock stuffed in your mouth by the way his hips bucked forward.

One of your hands worked over the stiff peak of your clit, the other thrusting your fingers in and out of you, and that feeling—that delicious, fucking fantastic tension that had been building since the moment Mando had said he wanted to fuck you hours ago—threatened to snap.

“K-keep it in your mouth, just like that and make yourself cum—you’re close, I can tell you’re close—shit, fucking shit—”

He was throbbing on your tongue, pulsing with need. In the absence of the slick sounds of your mouth and hand working over his length, you could hear the sound of your own wetness as your fingers moved in and out of your dripping cunt.

“That’s right, pretty baby, cum with my cock in your mouth—fuck, I can hear how wet you are—look-look up at me—”

You opened your eyes and looked up at him just as your cunt tightened around your fingers. You let out a muffled wail around his girthy length as you came, and he groaned low and deep as he pressed his hips forward to keep himself buried in your mouth.

You slowed your hands to a still as the final reverberations of your pleasure waned, your moan fading to a quiet whimper. You pulled off Mando’s cock with a slick pop to take a deep, shuddering breath.

“Now you’re going to cum in my mouth.”

“Fuuckk—”

You gripped the base of his hard, leaking cock and wrapped your lips around him once more.

Right away, he started thrusting into your mouth, his knees buckling, most of his weight suspended on the chains gripped in his hands.

“C-close—”

His voice cut out, words replaced by feral moans and grunts, as he bucked into you.

You hummed around him, running your free hand up his quad, hooking it around the back of his leg to hold him in place against you. You could feel the way his muscles strained and clenched under your palm as his body grew taut.

“I’m—hnngh—”

He came with a hoarse shout that quickly got so loud that his voice cracked and gave out completely. And when you thought he was done, he was somehow still cumming, spilling hot and salty down your throat. You swallowed around him, taking everything he had to give you, until he stilled and you let him slip out of your mouth.

You pulled your pants up loosely around your hips and stood in front of him, swiping your knuckles across your glistening bottom lip.

Mando caught his breath and straightened, using the chains to pull himself up. That yank on his arm restraints proved to be the final straw for that solitary remaining bolt. You both whipped your heads up when—with a defeated whine—that piece of durasteel was ripped away, skidded down the wall, and crashed to the floor.

You looked at each other at the same time.

“So... how do you want me first?”

“Unchain me, and I’ll show you.”

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The Lesson - The Dagger

The Lesson - The Dagger

Pairing: Pero Tovar x (AFAB) Reader

Warning(s): 18 +, Dom Pero, object insertion, beginnings of references to breeding kink, cum tasting, cum sharing, unprotected sex (p in v), creampie...

Summary: You never expected an intimidating lodger to teach you the ways of pleasure…

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“Amor…you are incredible.”

Your eyes searched his face as your body slowly came down from its high. Pero was staring at you with such raw devotion, you felt as if more than just your body was bare before him. "Pero?" You questioned and he was quick to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

You moaned into his mouth and clenched around his manhood, but Pero broke the kiss with a groan that bordered on pain and you looked at him fearfully. "Wha-" You started, but he cut you off with a shake of his head.

"Demasiado pronto, amor..." He grunted and pulled out despite your whimper of protest. "I need a moment...before I can fill you again, hermosa." He panted, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

"Oh..." You couldn't help your slightly despondent tone and flinched slightly at his responding bark of laughter, but were soothed when he brushed his nose affectionately against yours.

"Do not worry, I will not leave you unsatisfied." He smirked as he got up to stand before leaning down to press his lips to yours. Turning from you to search the room, you watched him closely. Your brow furrowed when he picked your dress up from the floor and withdrew your dagger's sheath from your pocket.

"Pero?" You questioned, but it turned into a gasp and then a distressed whimper when you felt his release begin to drip out of your sex and onto the bed below. You couldn't quite explain it, but the thought of not being full of him made your heart ache.

"Mierda..." Pero grunted, turning around quickly to find your tearful eyes focused on his seed spilling from you. He watched in amazement when you sniffled and clenched your sex to try to hold it in. "Tu serás mi muerte, amor..." He groaned as he grabbed the dagger from the table and blindly slipped it into the sheath as he made his way back to you.

He was hovering over your body within seconds, his fingers catching his seed to push it gently back inside you. "There..." He soothed and you moaned at the feeling, eagerly wrapping your arms around his neck as he captured your lips again. As one of his hands cupped your cheek to wipe your tears, the other withdrew from your sex.

You whimpered into the kiss at the emptiness, but it morphed into a shocked gasp at the feel of something cold and solid pressed against your entrance.

You felt him grin into the kiss as he eased the thick item into your sex and the shock of the temperature change had you instinctually clenching to keep the item out, but Pero was insistent as he filled you.

"Pero...wha-" You started to question when you broke the kiss, but your eyes widened upon seeing the distinctive etching on the sheath of your dagger sticking out from between your legs. "Pero!"

"Trust me, amor." He urged as the hilt of the dagger completely filled you. "Let me pleasure you until I can fill you again with my seed."

You dragged your gaze from between your legs to lock on his eyes and found yourself nodding before you could even begin to think. "Hermosa..." He warned and you gasped as he withdrew the dagger slightly before pushing it into you again.

"Yes...yes, Pero..." You breathed as the metal inside you began to warm. Pero leaned down to rest his forehead against yours as he carefully pulled the dagger almost completely out of you before starting up a steady rhythm as he watched your face.

Pero kept his eyes locked on yours as he pleasured you with the hilt of the dagger. With each forward push you could hear and feel his release being forced from your body and you whined at the loss, but the praises and promises to fill you again that he whispered into your mouth would settle you. Your hips moved with the pace he'd established and you could feel his manhood stiffening on your thigh as he drank your sounds of satisfaction straight from your lips.

"Please...Pero, please...I want you..." You panted into his mouth, letting your tongue slide out to lick his bottom lip as you reached out and took him in hand. Swiping your thumb over the tip to gather his seed, you spread it down the shaft and started pumping your hand at the same pace he was using on the dagger.

"Amor..." He growled and nipped at your lips as he pulled the dagger from your sex. Bringing the dripping metal up to your mouth, he watched you intently as he licked a stripe of your combined tastes off the hilt. Letting his gaze flit from your eyes to your lips, you leaned forward and licked at the dagger. You could feel Pero's lust filled groan through his chest as he sucked more of the taste off the weapon and pulled you into a fierce kiss to share it with you.

As his tongue slid along yours, he shifted his hips and pushed inside of you. You moaned into his mouth and wrapped your legs around his waist as he thrust deep into you. Breaking the kiss to suck in a breath, you turned and licked up more from the hilt before bringing your lips to his again. Pushing the taste into his mouth, you squeezed your legs tighter around him as his hips picked up speed.

By the time the hilt of the dagger was clean, your body was trembling with your impending release. "Pero!" You gasped as a particularly hard thrust pushed you over the edge and your entire body locked up as colors burst in front of your eyes.

Pero tossed the dagger onto the bed as your sex clenched around him. Gripping hard onto your hips, he thrust twice more before spilling deep inside you. You moaned as his hot seed coated your walls and he let his head rest on your bosom.

You both panted as your bodies slowly calmed and you lifted a shaking hand to brush his hair off his forehead. "Te amo...amor..." He murmured against your skin, slowly maneuvering your bodies so you could both fit comfortably on the bed and he could remain inside you.

"Te amo, Pero..." You whispered back as you rested your head on his chest and fell fast asleep.

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A/N: This was…not what I expected! But I hope it’s good all the same!! As always, comments and feedback are love!! (@kiwi-the-first I’m TOTALLY looking forward to your review!) If you have an idea, please send it in!! ALSO, if you guys want this one to continue, please send in some ideas!!

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A/N -  This is just a messy little oneshot I’ve needed to get out of my system for a long time. Warnings for smut, experience vs. inexperience, descriptions of sex-related anxiety and insecurity, praise kink, encouragement kink, oral sex (f receiving), implied cum eating. Anything you think I’ve forgotten that needs to be flagged, please let me know.

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“I’ve never hooked up with a Twi’lek girl.”

“Really? Poe, I saw you running off with Buul like, less than two weeks ago. Drink.”

“Oh - yeah,” he grins, ducking his head and taking a swig. “Alright smartass, you’re up.”

You think for a minute. “I actually really like that polystarch bread they give us in the ration packs. It tastes way better than it smells.”

He gives you a withering look. “Who cares? That’s a shitty secret, whether it’s true or not. For that, you drink twice.”

You groan at him. “I don’t have any secrets. You know everything about me anyway.”

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