Hard Edges || Mandalorian X Reader

|14| Feel Better

"Good." He growls, as he grabs your hand and pulls you to the floor.

You squeal as you try to catch yourself, "Din - Din you were just stabbed! What are you doing?"

"Not the first time, likely not the last."  he says, tugging your clothes off. "Though at least this time, you can make me feel better."

"Ya?" You press a hand into his chest, stoping his advance and setting him back on his elbows. "Big strong Mando needs someone to kiss his booboos? Is that it?"

"Whatever it takes." He glides his fingers over your lips, stirring coals in your core. You gently nip at them, and then shimmy down to place kisses along his neck, chest and then down along his side to his new scar - smiling into his skin at you feel his body tense under you.

"Better?" you flutter your eyes up at him.

"Infinitely."

"Let's see - where else?" You begin to drift downwards, running your lips along his waistband as you unbuckle his pants. "How about here?" He makes a deep grumble sound as you meet his gaze and wrap your hand around his cock, slowly pulling up his length. "Does that feel better?"

"Much better."

You smile up at him while placing soft kisses down his shaft, then you run your flat tongue all the way back to the top. The sound he makes gives you butterflies between your legs.

He brings his hand to your cheek as you take him into your mouth. His fingers close hard on your jaw as you feel him hit the back of your throat and look up at him.

"Fuck." He growls, "You look beautiful with my cock in your mouth."

You hum a response and begin bobbing up and down, taking pleasure in the way his head tips back and his thighs flex with each movement. He slides his hand to the back of your neck supporting you as you continue in your rhythm. You slip a hand down between your legs to help ease the pressure building there. It does not go unnoticed as you see him tilt his head to watch and his hips jump into you as he sees your fingers slip in-between your folds.

"Stars— you're a- - a dirty girl." His grip tightens on your neck and you nod your approval at him so he starts to gently guide you up and down pushing him deeper and you give a little moan in response as you rub circles on your aching clit. "Yeah. That's— a—good— fuck— a good girl." He gently presses and you follow it down until you start to gag a little and wetness pricks the corners of your eyes. The intrusion sends ripples down to your core and tugs at the muscles there. He holds you there for a second before pulling your mouth off him a string of saliva unceremoniously falling from your mouth as air floods back into you with a gasp.

"Fuck." He grits his teeth. "You like that?"

You smile and nod.

"You like when I fuck that pretty mouth of yours?"

You nod again.

"Say it."

"I like it." You whine, squirming your body under his gaze.

He guides you back down again, this time holding you still while he slowly bucks his hips into you. Until you start to strain to keep up and he pulls you off him again. When you try to go back he pulls up on your neck, lifting you back up to eye level with him and you stare at him - the both of you panting with need. His hands move to your thighs and he keeps pulling you up and he lowers his back to the floor.