Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader

Warnings: no plot just smut and sickening fluff, I know it's what you all wanted hee hee

Request: A few people asked for another part so here it is but THIS will be the final part of this!!! Look out for more different Mando fics to come tho :))

Word Count: 1.2k

You open your eyes without thinking and it's okay because his back is facing you. When you first woke you thought maybe him coming back was just an amazing dream conjured by your subconscious that was missing him so. But the morning light creeps through the curtains and hits his skin, you can see scars along his skin, deep and rough and begging to be traced by your fingertips that twitch as they hold the cotton sheets, he's really here.

You can see his messy dark hair on top of his head and you realize now you've never seen it before, it's more brown than black when the sunbeams that creep in through the window blend into it. You smile as you reach a hand up and rub it softly along his bareback humming quietly.

"Your hair is brown."

"Sort of," he mumbles still not facing you.

"I like it." You compliment as your hand travels further tracing patterns on his spine and then up to his neck until your fingers are entangling themselves in the hair at the base of his neck, pulling softly at the strands.

"You don't have to get up yet, you can come back to bed, lie down with me, it's still early the child will still be sleeping."

"I want to, but I can't." he conflicted, his internal struggles make their way to the outside.

"Why can't you? I'll keep my eyes closed." You say it so kindly like it doesn't bother you in the slightest.

"I don't want you to," he says it and he sounds so terrified of each word as it tumbles from his mouth.

"Then I won't." You say botherless, as you pull his shoulder gently, not enough to force him to lie down but hard enough to tell him that you want him to. He could easily resist your pull, but he doesn't want to.

He falls down on the bed beside you, lying flat on his back and looking up at the ceiling, avoiding your gaze but he can see your smile in the corner of his eye.

He never wanted to make a big deal out of it, no dramatic reveal of what he looked like under his mask and in front of eyes open wide. He doesn't even know why he wants to show you his face, he just wants to be with you and he doesn't care at this point anymore. You broke down his walls so delicately that he demolished the last one just to be able to look in your open eyes and have you look into his.

He's scared to look right at you though and you don push him, you lean upon one arm, palm supporting your chin as you admire the side of his face he's allowed you to see. You aren't disappointed in the slightest, you can't help the wide smile adorned on your face. You bring a finger and trace it along his cheek, he blinks- he has long eyelashes- you scratch his face where there's scruff waiting to be shaved away. It's so painfully intimate that it's almost too much for him, he has the strong urge to run away but he would simultaneously rather die than be without you.

You decide to move your face closer, you push your nose against the side of his face and kiss his cheek gently. He looks at you finally, his eyebrows are knitted with worry written on his face.

"Aren't you just a sight for sore eyes," you tease but it's sincere as you bite your lip to hold back your grin.

He just chuckles and turns on his side to pull you against him and kiss you roughly, hands roaming, noses butting, lip biting and slow kisses all exchanged slowly amping up more and more as you intertwine your legs and hold him as close as possible.

You push him onto his back and straddle him, you are both still bare from last night, the sheets gather at your hips as you fist the soft cotton gently moving it out of the way. His hands roam up your sides and his fingers trace across your breasts, circling your nipples and rubbing gently over the sensitive buds. He licks his thumb and you enjoy watching his mouth move, the cool finger rubs across your nipple, you arch your back towards him looking up at the ceiling as a moan leaves your lips. You grind your hot center against him, your wet slit rubs against his cock slowly with each tilt of your hips until you reach down and wrap your fingers around it.

Dyn watches you carefully, his cheeks are flushed, his hair is still a mess and you offer him a coy smirk as you wrap your finger around him and squeeze a little too tight before angling his cock and then lowering down and bottoming out in seconds.

You both groan, his hands grab your thighs in a tight grip as you begin to move, your hands rest on his chest keeping him down as you move your hips how you want him. Riding him and taking control as he just holds onto you tight.

His face is one of pure pleasure as he watches you ride him, you watch him close his eyes and then force himself to open them again just to see you. He pulls you down to kiss him but you don't stop your motions, circling your hips and never slowing down the pace you set. He bites your lip when he kisses you, it's an accident and he mumbles a sweet apology before kissing you roughly again.

You moan into his mouth halting the kiss due to loss of focus, your faces are inches apart as you feel your stomach tighten, you feel his hips rise to meet yours in desperate movements as you both come, staring into each other's eyes with intensity before you giggle and pull away to rest your forehead on his chest.

You kiss the skin of his collar bones, it glistens with a sheer layer of sweat, you bring your hands to the sides of his head, your fingers scratch the sides of his scalp as your thumbs rub along his cheeks and you squish his ears with your palms. He's all bashful smiles and squinted eyes as you lean up to kiss him yet again.

"I don't ever wanna leave," he mumbles against your lips honestly, hopefully asking an undefined question.

"Good, I wasn't going to let you anyway." You say with no direct details of what either of you really means. Whether he meant he doesn't wanna leave you, or leave this planet or simply leave this bed, whichever it is though you agree to it because you feel it in your soul that you won't ever let this man with his messy hair that's stuck to his forehead or his red cheeks and kiss bitten lips, leave your sight again.