Mando slowly turns his chair to face you, and you feel your heart in your ears. (And somewhere else.) He doesn't move a muscle at first and you begin to fidget under his stare. "Shame about that man's nose..." you break the silence.
He tilts his head slightly, "Is it?" He says, his voice somehow deeper than usual. "You seemed to enjoy it." You can feel the red burn across your cheeks. He tilts his head down to the way you are pressing your thighs together in attempt to get some release. "Did it feel good for you?" he continues, leaning forward just a bit and lowering his voice, "is that why you spent the rest of the day trying to make me do it again."
You've been caught.
A smile breaks your lips. You learn forward to match him, "I'm sure I don't know what you mean." You purr at him, looking up at him through your lashes.
He reaches across and takes your chin between his thumb and finger, tipping your face up. "I know it felt good to have them to think you were mine. Just like I know everything that goes on in this ship." Your eyes widen in shock.
Oh no.
"I'm a Mandalorian, you can't hide from me."
He reaches up and slowly drags his thumb across your lips, and a small whimper escapes them. "Would you like to show me what it is you think of in your bunk?" He looks you up and down "What you think of in the shower?" You nod enthusiastically.
"Tell me."
"Yes." You flush red head to toe as all the images flood into your mind, all the ways you imagined him touching you.
"Take off your clothes" he says, leaning back in his chair, one arm on the armrest - far too casual for energy in the room.
The darkness in his voice makes you want to leap out of your seat and rip your clothes off but you manage keep your composure. You slowly raise up, and thank Maker that your legs support you. Staring directly into the visor you unbutton your pants, hooking your fingers in the hem and pulling them down. You step out of them towards him, take another breath to steady your racing heart and grab the bottom of your shirt, slowly pulling it over your head. The sharp inhale you hear from Mando tells you he did not expect you to be bra-less and it makes you smile to have caught him off guard. You look down on him and start move towards him but his hand shoots to your hip to stop you. "These too." He says, running his finger along the hem of your panties. You slide them over your hips, allowing them to fall to the floor.
Mando rises from his seat, now towering over you. He circles you looking you up and down. Goosebumps erupt over your whole body, as if a trail of embers is left everywhere he looks. Stars, he hasn't even touched you yet and you can feel your wetness pooling between your legs. No one should have this much control. He stops directly behind you and a leather hand smacks down hard on your ass. The sting of it sends a shock wave through you straight to your core making you clench, and you gasp for air. "That is for teasing me today." He growls, caressing his red imprint on your flesh. You cast a devious smile over your shoulder and bite your lip as it's answered with another firm smack before he continues his little inspection. Oh he takes his his time, leisurely coming to stand in front of you again in an infuriating display of patience. Taking pleasure in watching you grow more desperate. He looks down at your face, his head ever so slightly tilting to the side.
He slips his gloved thumb between your teeth, the taste of the leather divine on your tongue. "Bite." He commands, and you oblige him happily. What comes next you were definitely not ready for. He slowly, as if he wasn't sure of it himself, pulls his hand free of the glove. Your eyes immediately drop to look at the golden skin now laid bare before as he grabs the glove in your mouth "Give." When you release your grip on the glove he leans in next to your ear - then, so low and quiet that the modulator in his helmet doesn't pick it up:
"Good girl."
Oh his full voice is smooth as silk and it sends a spark down your spine and lights your body on fire. You let out a quiet moan at the praise. From this close you inhale deep and take in that earthy smell of his soap, his sweat, and his leather. It's intoxicating. He removes the other glove and tosses them on the chair behind you before returning his thumb to your lips. You part them for him and he slides it in and presses down on your tongue - you happily close your mouth over it and give it a suck. You are rewarded with a small restrained grunt from him. He pulls his thumb from your mouth and barely touching you drags it down your chin, your neck, across your collar bone, over your breast and then finally rolls it over your nipple. Your head falls back and you arch your back into his touch. He continues to roll soft circles there until a small moan escapes your lips.
"Is this what you think of, when you touch yourself?" He coos at you. You nod your head. "Good girls use their words. Tell me."
"Yes." You whimper. Maker he runs his mouth for a man who never speaks.
"Good girl." On second thought, you'll allow it.
He slides around so he is behind you, pressing his hard length into your backside. It's pathetic the way you can't stop yourself from arching back into it. "Or maybe this is what you think of?" He says playfully, sliding his hand down between your legs. You squeal as his strong fingers find your clit and rub one circle of ecstasy before coming to a halt. It's a full, debilitating beat, before your brain catches up and you understand. "Yes. Yes I think of you. I think of you touching me. I think of you inside of me. I think what it would be like to cum on your cock." The words start pouring out, pleading him to continue and he groans out grinding himself harder into you as he starts to move his fingers again. You rambling turns to nonsense as your head rolls back into him. Your eyes clamp shut against the tide rolling over you. He brings his other hand up, and starts rolling your nipple between his thumb and finger, picking up his pace on your clit. You think of every time you've touched yourself on this ship wishing it was him.
"That's it, show me how pretty your face is when you cum."
His pace quickens again and it's all too much, you scream out as your orgasm shatters you, leaving you reeling and clinging to his forearms to steady yourself. He slows his hands as you come down, shuddering as aftershocks roll through you. His hands caress your body, running up and down your thighs, waist and breasts as your breath comes back you you.
"So beautiful" he whispers, so quiet you aren't sure you were meant to hear it. His hand moves to caress over you ass, spreading out and grabbing ahold of where it's still tender and likely still red from before.
His hand slips down between your legs from behind and he groans out to find you so slick and needy. "So perfect" he whispers again, and you roll your hips into his hand. He slides a finger inside you and then drags it back out deliciously slow. Then adds another and presses into you, wringing pleasure into your bones. He wraps his free arm around your chest and up to your neck holding you still against him as he begins rocking his fingers into you. With every stroke your body begins to writhe against him, greedy for more. You hear his breathe coming heavier. "Tell me what you want." He groans, leaning into your neck. You begin pleading to him "Please — I want you inside me—need you—to fuck me."
He pulls his fingers out of you and walks you a step forward until you bump your legs on his chair. He guides your legs one by one up onto the chair until you are kneeling on it. He gives your ass a playful smack and you hear him hurriedly undo his pants, freeing his cock. He runs it up and down your slit, coating it in your wetness. You circle your hips at him and whine, trying to encourage him. He grabs ahold of your hips and holds you still, then his hand slides up to your back, pressing you down until your chest and face press into the back of the chair. In one smooth, achingly slow stroke he sheaths his entire length into you until his hips push you further into the chair. His cock hard as steel and stretching you with a sweet burn as you try to accommodate it.
You grasp wildly at behind you as you moan curses, finding his thigh plates and gripping tight onto the cold metal. He holds there perfectly still, you can hear his breath stuttering for a moment and the slight loss of control from him makes your head spin, you being to roll your hips, pussy clenching down on him and managing to pull a moan from his chest. It ignites something feral in Mando and he grabs your arms, folding and pinning them behind your back. He uses them as leverage to pull you back on to him as he slams his hips forward to meet yours. Crude sounds of flesh and your moans fill the room. He puts both of your wrists in one hand and uses the other to reach around and rub circles into your clit.
His ruthless pace rocking the air from your lungs, his fingers wringing waves through your clit. Your pussy beings to spasm and he lets out a ragged groan. He releases your arms only to grab a fistful of hair, pulling you up and back against his chest. This new angle hits something deep and blissful inside you and you only make a few more thrusts before you're bearing down, cumming hard on his cock and screaming obscenities.
He does not relent, fucking you through your release until you eyes roll back in your head and you are absolutely dick drunk floating around the room like you are watching this happen outside your body. The waves roll over you, slowly returning you to your senses as you feel his thrusts get slower and but more forecful, his breathing starting to coming heavy and fast and fingers digging hard into your flesh. He grabs your jaw, turning your head forcing you to look at him. "Tell— m-e. What- ungh- tell- me- where—" the words coming strained through gritted teeth.
Your face contorted and desperate "Inside, please. Fill me. I need it. Please." Your voice cracks out, exhaustion racking your body.
It's enough to break him and his body convulses and he slams into you hard, pulling you onto him to get as deep as he can. You feel delicious warmth as his cock twitches and jumps spilling his load into you. He stays just like that until he begins to soften before pulling out of you and tucking himself away. You slump forward into the chair, your body to weak with ecstasy to support yourself.
You're not sure how long you stay like that but eventually Mando comes and scoops you up and lies you down on the floor. The cold metal feels like heaven against your hot body. He begins rubbing your exhausted muscles and mumbling words your can't make out in your stupor. You are barely conscious enough the register that he is stroking your hair when you slide into blissful sleep.
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Eeeek! We are shameless I think :P
I hope it's ok and wasn't too much for a first scene!