After The Helmet Comes Off

Ch. 6

**Smut** I am not confident in my smut writing skills but I hope you enjoy it!

"Is he asleep?" Din whispers as you walk out of Kou's room.

"I hope." You take the drink he's holding, taking a quick sip.

He pulls you into his lap, "I asked you if you wanted one, and you said no."

Kissing him on the cheek, you reply, "I didn't want my own, but I want some of yours."

He rolls his eyes at you, but lets you have the rest of his tea.

"Thank you," you peck the corner of his mouth before continuing to drink. You sit in comfortable silence with Din's arms around you, enjoying this moment of relaxation.

You interrupt the silence, "You know you're different without the helmet."

"How so?"

"without the helmet, you actually hold me. I love it." Glancing at him over your shoulder, watching his expression. His face betrays his thoughts and emotions. His attempt to control his expression fails as a light blush creeps up his cheeks and by the softness in his eyes.

"I—"

"Without the helmet, I feel like I know what you're thinking." You turn towards him, letting your hand linger on his bicep.

"Without the helmet, you actually kiss me..." you trail your fingers across his chest, up to his shoulder. "You touch me..." Your fingers travel up his neck across his jaw.

His breathing is labored as your fingers dance across his cheek, "Yeah--" His hands find your waist.

"I can feel you. I love the warmth of your body..." you reach for Din's hand as you begin to stand. He watches as you saunter towards your bedroom door, "I want you—"

Knowing he's still staring at the dark doorway, illuminated by the glow of the fireplace, you sit on the bed waiting for him to come get you.

Finally, Din walks in. He stops near the fireplace, watching you intently.

"So?" You grin, waiting for him to make a move. The firelight ghosts across his tan skin as he continues to watch you. Deliberately, he approaches you. Watching him advance upon you like this brings to mind the way he walks when hunting down a bounty. It's equal parts terrifying and seductive. Giddy laughter threatens to spill from your lips as the adrenaline from this behavior boils deep in your stomach. Din stalks closer, towering above your sitting figure on the bed. Letting the strap of your nightgown fall off your shoulder, you stare up at him. His whole body holds an intensity that's only betrayed by the softness of his brown eyes. You want to reach up and caress his cheek as you look deeper into his eyes. Feel the stubble of his beard against your soft palm, kiss him across his face. You're lost in his eyes when he at last attacks.

Lips press hot kisses against your neck up to your jaw. Hands push you down onto the bed underneath him. And finally, you get to feel his skin under your touch. You want to give everything, anything to this man. His fingers softly trace up and down your arms across your jaw. Touches so delicate don't belong in this game of seduction, but he rewrites the rules without hesitation.

"Din," you pull him closer into the crook of your neck, letting him nip at the junction where neck meets jaw. Stars, he knows exactly what he's doing with your body. He breathes heavily, raw into your ear, letting his nose trace up your neck. You shiver, letting his name drip from your mouth.

"Maker, I want you so badly (y/n)." His voice is dark and rich as he continues to explore you.

Smiling up at him, you say, "You have me." He curses under his breath, hands roaming your ribcage. Slowly continuing to creep up your body, his fingers pulling your shirt further up your body.

Stopping his hands, you say, "You have too much on." Your fingers dig into his hips, dipping beneath the waist of his pants. He rolls over eagerly to remove them. The moment he has them discarded on the ground, you're straddling his waist. Chuckling, his hands find their way back to your abdomen. They slide down to grab handfuls of your ass, and he successfully creates the friction you both craved he moves your body against his. The way he tips his head back ever so slightly at the feeling awakens something deep inside of you. You want to, need to see him make that face again.

His voice comes out raspy as he attempts to focus on you and not the motion of you grinding on top of him, "What about this?" His fingers play with the edge of your pajama shirt. The shirt is off within seconds.

"Kriff..." Hands roam across your bare chest. Calloused palms cup and caress your breasts. The rough skin against your soft body. You continue to let your hips drag slowly against his, feeling his arousal under you. There's something powerful about having a man like this under you, causing these reactions. It makes you feel alluring as he worships your body from under your thighs.

"I need you so bad right now," you roll your hips in emphasis.

"(y/n)," he curses in Mando'a, pulling you back under his body. His fingers find the heat between your legs as kisses down your body, "Soon Cyar'ika." He drags your leg up over his shoulder, settling between your thighs.

"Din--" you gasp as he pulls aside your panties.

"Beautiful..." his fingers dip inside of you. You throw your head back, grasping at the bedsheets as he flicks his tongue against your clit. You thread your hand through his hair, silently begging him to continue. Thick fingers continue to pump in and out of your cunt as he works your closer to completion.

"Stars, Din!" you try to stifle your moans as you cum around his fingers.

"You taste so sweet," he pulls your legs around his waist as he kisses up your body. He kisses you, hand caressing your jaw, "everywhere."

You giggle, "I love you," you whisper, pushing his bangs off his forehead.

He quickly hides his grin by kissing below your earlobe, "ni kar'tayli gar darasuum."