Hard Edges || Mandalorian X Reader

|7| A good idea

TW: spanking/punishment, skip this chapter if that bothers you ;)

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He'd been gone for days. It was supposed to be a quick bounty, a day or two max. You aren't sure if it was worry or just bratty boredom but you sent him some dumb message that you missed him in the fresher this morning. It also may have been accompanied by a picture in said fresher. At the time it was fun but that was 14 hours ago and he never responded. Now you are in a mild panic - You had never bothered him on a job before, maybe that's crossing a line. Or worse, did something happen?

It was easy to take your mind off it by playing with the kid but it was near midnight now and with him out cold in his hammock you had nothing to fill your mind with. You thumb through an old book you'd picked up at the last market trip, trying to get into the story but failing. You feel a shift in the air and jump at the sound of the ramp lowering. Thank the maker, you bolt up from you bunk with excitement before remembering you might be in trouble.

You slink around the corner, and see him there in all his glory. He tosses a limp body off his shoulder into the carbonate chamber with a grunt and engages it. He doesn't even bother sliding it into place, his stare locked on you, his mood is different - that message was either a really bad choice, or a really good one.

He stands still as a statue, posed like a true hunter in the corridor. Not sure why but the urge to run hits you like a freighter. You try to muster the most innocent smile you can. His head tilts ever so slightly. Your smile breaks into a bratty smirk as you take one step backwards from him, he mirrors your step. You giggle as you spin and bolt with all your might.

You think you might actually be quick but you only make it 4 strides before his arm catches you across the hip. He pulls you back into him and the force of hitting the beskar knocks the air from your lungs. He grabs ahold of your hair pulling your head back and leans into your ear, "That...was very naughty." he growls, pushing into you. You smile and grind your hips into him, revelling in the discovery that he is rock hard already. "Maybe we need more discipline on this ship." He says, running a hand between your breasts. You bite your lip, rolling your body into him again.

"Pick a word." His voice demanding, feral.
Your insides do backflips.
"Moon." That's a dumb word you think - but your brain is not exactly functional.
"Moon." He repeats.

Then, as if he wasn't intimidating already something shifts in the energy and your excitement runs ice cold and burning hot at the same time. Your breath hitches in your throat and your mouth feels like a desert. What have you gotten yourself into now?

"Bend over. Hands on the wall." He whispers in your ear and your core sets on fire.

You oblige him, your body yearning for his every command. He grabs the hem of your pants and pulls them roughly down to your knees, the cold air biting into your skin. The first smack comes down hard on your ass, and you throw him a smirk over your shoulder. His head tilts again - he lands another, harder this time and you fight back a moan.

"You know I had to beat that poor man when he wouldn't stop running, keeping me from you."

*crack*

The next one lands with a sting and you feel the burn as his handprint flushes red on your skin.

He rubs his hand over it, and you roll into him. He lands another on the other side, just as hard, rubbing the sting away.

"I do not like to be rushed."

He lands a final blow, leaving both ass cheeks burning red.

He leans over you, grabbing your chin and turning your face to look at him.

"You can wait now. Just like this. So you may learn patience."

You can't help yourself, you cock an eyebrow "This is The Way."

You catch a faint chuckle from him as he walks away from you. He slowly begins removing each of his weapons, storing them away. Then, casually removing each piece of armour and setting it neatly on the shelf. He walks back towards you and you feel hopeful, until he strolls past you.

He walks into the fresher, strips off his flight suit, you squirm at the sight of his body. His olive skin glows in the dim light that bounces off his toned muscles. He closes the door and you roll your eyes as you hear the fresher kick on.

By the time the water turns off you aren't sure if it's your legs or what is between them that is aching more. The door opens and he steps out, steam rising off him, nothing but a towel hanging loosely from his hips and a helmet. You giggle a little as you wonder if the helmet fogs up on the inside.

You manage to catch a whimper in your chest as he walks over and looks down at you. He runs a finger down your spine, and all the way down over you now glistening wet slit.

"Did you learn your lesson?" He says playfully.

You manage a nod, your body on fire with need.

He runs his hand down your pussy and starts to rub circles on your swollen clit. "So wet already, needy girl" he says lowly.

"I've been waiting quite some time."

His hand leaves you and lands with a smack on your tender ass cheek.

He's so quick it makes your head spin. He grabs your thigh and manages to spin you around and pick you up before your brain process what is going on. Your back slams into the cold metal, legs and arms instinctively wrapping around him.

He places himself at your now dripping entrance and a soft groan comes from his throat as he slides effortlessly into you. You bite down on his shoulder as you feel yourself stretch to accommodate him after the absence.

He wastes no time in finding a pace, snapping his hips up into you, his hands digging into your red ass cheeks. The sting of it mixes in with the building pleasure, your mind racing to keep up.

You are down right embarrassed by how fast your orgasm is galloping towards you "maker Mando, -fuck- Mando I'm gonna—-" you plead almost inaudibly.

He moans in response "that's a good girl, Y/N, you come on this cock. You deserve it."

Your eyes clamp shut, pleasure white hot coursing through you. Your legs shake in his grip as you scream out for him. He stutters and curses, as his thrusts become erratic, he slams into you - cock pulsing and twitching as he explodes deep inside.

His head leans into the wall in exhaustion, his torso pressing into you, the feeling of his skin on yours is like heaven. You bury your head in his shoulder. The two of you stay like that for a few minutes.

"I missed you too." He says, almost inaudible.
You place a soft kiss on the cheek piece of his helmet before he sets you down.

"Let's sleep." you motion towards your bunk and he nods, heading in that direction. You quickly freshen up and curl up next to him.

"Goodnight Mando." You say sweetly, running
your hand up his chest.

His breathing stops and he is quiet for a moment.

"Din." He says, the tone in his voice strange - tentative.

You smile, "goodnight, Din." and place a gentle kiss on his shoulder. Your heart beating out of your chest.