Hard Edges || Mandalorian X Reader

|3| Tell me.

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: