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Lost Apprentice, Chapter II: Accidents Happen

Who's at fault if we both started it?

Explicit 18+ content ~2.4k words

A/N: Guys idk how the FUCK to write a plot. Shit's hard asf. Just like Mando's about to be HA! anyway. Let's see how long I can keep this going for, shall we?

CWs: accidental and purposeful voyeurism; male masturbation; female masturbation.

Chapter II: Accidents Happen

After your moment at the bathhouse, things were a little weird, a little off, but you were trying to keep it normal. You’d noticed Mando’s stare lingering on you out of your periphery as you pulled your tank top down over your chest band in the dressing room, you tried not to be excited at that fact.

You always made it a point to wave goodbye to whatever planet you were on when it was time to leave, and each time Mando laughed at you. “Goodbye, Eriadu. I will not be sad to never see you again.”

“Why don’t you go up and get us going and take a break from the helmet. I’ll stay right here, promise.” You hold your pinky up to Mando in offer.

“What’s that?” He points to your pinky stuck out in front of his face.

“It's a pinky promise! You’ve never heard of a pinky promise? Here, look-“ you grab his wrist uncurl his fist, and wrap your small pinky around his larger gloved one.

“Now it’s a pinky promise, I won’t come up and look at you, I’ll stay right here and read my books while you get us out of atmo.”

“..okay..” He shakes his head as he turns to go up the ladder, mumbling to himself.

You shuck off your big ‘work boots’, as you liked to call them, and settle down on the floor with the book you’d brought to keep yourself busy, and a few short minutes later you’re off the ground, headed towards a hyperspace jump and one step closer to.. well that’s the tough part. One step closer to what? Mando had offered for you to stay with him. Travel with him, work for him? That was another thing, you didn’t have any savings- fuck who did? Not enough to live off of, anyway.

Maybe you can just pretend like the whole conversation didn’t happen, and that you didn’t see his dripping wet skin or caress his chest while telling him you’d go with him while there was probably a glob of drool dripping out of your mouth. That’s a long shot.

After about an hour of trying to find a comfortable way to lay on the cold metal floor and read, you hear footsteps above you from the cockpit, Mando descends to the hull, carrying two small ration packs and some wrapped up bread from the inn.

“Can I join you?” He asks and sits down in front of you anyway, as you smile and nod to motion him down.

“So,” he begins, handing you the opened and prepared meal and a piece of bread. You sit up and take it from him, wondering when the last time someone took the time to make sure you ate was, despite the fact that it was just a ration.

“Mando- listen, lemme just stop you right there. I didn’t mean to make you feel weird earlier, I’m sorry. The whole thing was weird, I think I was just off from being disconnected for so long and-“

“Stop.” He lays a hand on your forearm. “I’m sorry. I put you on the spot. But I did mean what I said, I’d like for you to become a more permanent part of my life. I don’t want what happened before to impede our friendship.”

Before. The last time you were close with the Madalorian was a couple years prior to this current extravaganza, and about a full years’ cycle before you met the green baby. He had stopped to re-up on supplies, claiming that he just happened to be near your planet when he decided to stop. You knew he was lying, and this time you were going to make the move, but when you went to his door that night in the small motel in town, you heard a feminine voice from inside. The door cracked open after you had knocked softly, his figure blocked most of the room, but you looked past him to see a twi’lek woman sitting in the corner chair, only a bra covering her top half.

You had nodded and stepped back, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Turning to leave, when his hand grasped your bicep, wait, but it was too late. The jealousy you felt had confirmed you were already in too deep, so you tugged out of his reach and left.

You had hidden in the bowels of the museum you worked at when he tried to find you the next day, although he surely could’ve and probably did locate you. Thankfully he got the message you didn’t want to be talk. As for the Twi, you thought she was an off-worlder as well, the connection they shared you wanted no part of. And that was that, until he had showed up with the child and put you back at square one.

You take a bite while you think.

“I’d like that too, but I’m not moving in here ‘cause it’s pretty cramped, no offense.” You smirk up at him as you chew, trying to keep things light.

“No, not moving in. But your knowledge of historical sites has proved useful once, I don’t doubt I’ll need your help again on my journey to finding Grogu.”

“Grogu. That’s his name?”

“Yes, he told a friend through her mind when we first met.”

Surprisingly your ear perks more at the reference of a ‘her’ than the telepathic communication.

“Who? .. and how?” You add the last bit mostly to cover your tracks.

“Her name is Ahsoka Tano, another powerful Jedi.” He looks up at you and tilts his head.

“Jedi, I’ve heard that word before. They believe in the force, right?”

“Yes, I don’t know much about the whole thing, but either way they’re training him to use it, and I need him to know, well- that’s beside the point. I just need to see him, is all.” He switches his bread to the other hand. “And you, you might be able to help me with that.”

“I’d be glad to, Mando.” You feel a little guilt for finishing your meal before he’s even gotten to take a bite of his, “Want me to leave so you can eat?”

“Uhm, no, I can just.. well you could turn around if you wanted.”

You nod and grab your book and turn towards the wall, trying to busy yourself as you hear his helmet lift up from his chin.

“How long until Navarro?”

“Only a few more hours.” He says through a bite.

—

The exchange with Greef Karga went as well as you thought it might. Slightly freighting people, made less so by the presence of Mando, and his few words made you have to be more talkative than usual to make up for his lack of social skills, which Greef seemed to enjoy. He asked your name, your planet, yada, yada, as the Mandalorian sat stoically across the curved booth from you, adding nothing.

The sun was setting as you boarded the Crest, lucky for your circadian rhythm. You watched as Mando calculated the coordinates for the hyperspace jump to your home planet system before heading down into the hull, where your pull out cot awaited you.

—

Mando pushed the panel that turned off the lights in the hull, crawled into his small space and closed the door, so you assumed that meant goodnight.

“Goodnight.” You whispered into the empty, quiet ship. Save for the lights of the random equipment on the walls, it was completely dark, the white noise of hyperspace flooding your ears. You turn towards the wall and hug your pillow, trying to fall asleep. Just one more night of this, you tell yourself, but it’s fucking hard to fall asleep in places that aren’t your own comfy bed, and you feel like there hasn’t been one descent nights sleep since nearly a month ago. Now that you’re so close to being home again all you can think about is your own bed, holo screen … a fucking toilet and real shower.

You’re close to convincing your brain to fall asleep when you hear a tiny rhythmic squeaking. You slightly sit up and turn over, looking for the source in the dark. Maybe it’s just the ladder or something? You turn back over and try to get comfortable again. Your eyelids are just starting to get heavy.

Louder now.

It’s louder, and you’re definitely back to full consciousness. You sit all the way up and rub your eyes when you hear the quiet groan. Like a ton of bricks in your stomach, the realization of what you’re hearing hits you, and you can’t find the nerve to pretend you’re not.

You focus in on the sound, turning your head towards Mando’s bunk, the squeaking sounds like his bed shifting, but there’s no way he has someone in there.

You silently put one hand down on the floor, then the other, pulling your legs behind you and crawl closer to the door, stopping each time the sounds pause, you’re about five feet away when you begin to pick up some words.

“Fuck, baby yes- fuck me.” Mando’s unfiltered voice penetrates your ears and you swallow, arousal sharp in the pit of your belly. “That’s right, little hole’s so tight for my cock.” He moans and you turn to sit, leaning on the outer wall of his bunk, ear turned towards the door. You imagine him laying on the small cot, sheets balled up underneath him while he fucks his blankets, and you nearly ruin it all by throwing your head back when your fingertips brush over your pubes.

“Ohh, oh my god yes, fuck that thick ass.”

Your mouth drops open and you swirl the head of your clit around, reaching your other hand down through the leg of your shorts to circle your entrance.

He picks up the pace, heavy breathing now added to the crescendo of sound, and you start with two fingers, giving yourself something to clench on.

“You like this little cunt being filled? Huh baby? You like using me?” You bite down on the collar of your tank to keep from making sound. Shamelessly fucking yourself and swirling your wet clit to the beat of his hips smacking against his bed.

“Yes, fuck I’m gonna– yes give it to me baby,” he groans deep, pushing harder than before, he’s close you can tell from the scraping of his bed against the wall.

His voice alone gets you to the edge and you wish you were inside that little room with him, feeling him working so hard to please you for real. He sounds fucking desperate, you grind your pussy up into the flat of your palm, getting close to orgasm.

“You gonna come for me sweetness? Gonna let me feel it? Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come baby, please come for me please-” and you do, squeaking out a tiny moan as you fall over the edge, convulsing around your fingers, and rubbing your clit until sound comes back into your ears and your eyes roll back our from inside your skull.

You realize all too slowly what just transpired, what you just did, and speed crawl back to your cot when you hear labored groaning from inside Mando’s bunk. Barely making it in time to cover yourself back up, you pretend to be asleep when his door slides up to open, and dim light floods the hull. You track his footsteps as best you can, hearing him walk over to the laundry bin, and back to his bed.

You lay there in silence, that “fuck, fuck, fuck“ swimming through your head. What now? Goddammit this is not good. It feels like hours pass as you lay there, willing yourself to fall asleep but only being able to replay the event.

—

The next morning it’s like it never happened. Except it fucking did. He might not know it, but it did, and now you’re sitting in the co-pilot's seat gnawing on a stale piece of bread and trying to determine just how loud that ‘tiny’ squeak was. You’re nearly doing fucking physics sitting there trying to rationalize what happened when the crest drops out of hyperspace, jolting you both sharply and making you drop your bread.

“Sorry,” you kneel down to crawl under the console to grab it, and when you turn around his pilot's chair is swiveled to face you.

“You okay?” The vocoder seems colder this morning, somehow. Just a little bit less enticing.

“Yep, just uh, eager to be home I guess.” You sit up into a squat as you move to get back into the chair.

“You sleep good last night?” There it is. A confirmation. You glance up at him, and back down at your sad excuse for a breakfast.

“Sure did. I’m excited for my own bed though.” Play it cool.

“I’m sorry the bed is so uncomfortable.” the ship is starting its landing protocol, and you’re almost to the finish line.

You stand to make for the ladder where your bags are perched by the hatch.

“It’s not, Mando, it’s not- it’s perfectly. Uhm, it was perfectly fine… for my needs” You pretend to check over the place, making sure you have everything when you touch ground, his boots land on the metal floor of the ship and he turns.

“Your needs?” When you turn around to face him, he’s crowding you up against the wall next to your things, you don’t want to push the control panel to open the latch preemptively so you scoot towards the crates beside you. Backed into a corner now.

He stands before you, and even in your fucking boots he’s bigger than you. He has one hand on each side of your head, and he bends the helmet down so that the chin is resting right beside your left ear. His dick is hard in his pants where it rubs against your belly, “What are your.. needs Sarad’ika?”

It’s like someone flips a switch in you and you swallow looking up into the hull, past his helmet, your hands grip at the fabric of your pants- palms sweating and hot. Heat rises up to your cheeks, all within an instant, you clear your throat to try and answer when an alarm starts to go off, piercing into the thick air around you both.

It sounds close, and it is, when Mando nearly jumps away from you, his hand flying down to his side pocket to grab the tracking fob, “Motherfucker- shit-” he turns and snatches his pulse rifle, and punches the control panel. Leaving you in the corner, feeling like a small stone statue next to your bags, mouth agape.

“We will finish this,” he sticks his pinky out at you and descends the ramp, running off into town.

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Lost Apprentice, Chapter III: Rinse and Repeat

Let's give this another try.

Explicit 18+ content ~2.2k words

A/N: I'm enjoying writing this so much, especially since the establishing characters BS is mostly out of the way, lemme tell you I ain't good at that :D

CWs: male masturbation; female masturbation; mutual masturbation

Chapter III: Rinse and Repeat

So he left you there. A blubbering, turned on, confused mess. After a couple minutes you were able to slap yourself out of it, shrug on your backpack, grab your bigger duffel bag, and stumble your way out of the Crest, waiting for the ramp to close and lock before heading off. You turn to home sweet Obroa-Skai, and shield your eyes from the warm morning sun, what the actual fuck running through your brain the whole time.

You can’t even really be excited to see the grocer as you pass by his store, only managing a small smile and wave to the elderly man before continuing through the little town you call home.

You trek down the worn stone pathway of town until they blend into more broken gravel pieces as you make your way home. From around the corner you see the outline of your small duplex, its faded brick and mossy exterior the most beautiful sight you’ve beheld in some time. You touch your hand to the cool brick of your home when you step onto the porch, hoping that, for the moment, your elderly neighbor won’t notice your return.

Upon entering you drop your bags and try to avoid the slight burn that being alone in your house makes you feel. Avoid that twinge of fear that not having Mando by your side sparks.

You throw yourself onto the bed, letting the stale sheets envelope you, daylight filtering in through your curtains. You wish there was a way to reach him, to at least let him know you had made it home. Where would he go once he caught that bounty? And how long would it take?

You turned on a show to drown your thoughts as you put on fresh sheets and fluff your pillows back to life. After a few blissful moments of peace, you take that shower you had been dreaming of for a month, taking the time to scrub each part of your body thoroughly, letting the hot water steam you like a crustacean.

Your mind wanders as you wash, to the moments you shared with Mando in the bath house, wondering what it would be like if he had had his way with you on the Crest. Would things finally come to head after these years, his lingering touches and possessive behavior had always led you to believe that he wanted you as much as you wanted him, but after the events the night prior took place you were certain. You just wondered if the timing was right.

—

For the next few days, life began returning to normal. You went back to work and spent the day getting caught up on drama and files from your time away. Did Suvo finally get in trouble for taking too long on their break? You’d been absolutely dying to know during your time away.

On your walk home you went to the general store and gave Orron, the grocer, a proper hello, while picking up fresh food for your house.

“How was your time among the stars, dear?” His raspy voice reminds you of your grandfathers, the way he just seemed wise without even trying.

“It was- something,” You try to keep positive about your adventure, knowing how excited you had been before leaving. “I really enjoyed getting to explore.”

“You ought to go again. One only gets so many chances to take a free trip around the galaxy with an attractive young man, you know.”

You laugh at him as you browse the fruits, picking out a bundle of deep red berries and placing them into your almost overflowing basket.

“I dunno Orr, I’m torn y’know.”

“Torn over what? Leaving right now or waiting to live here your whole life dreaming of what coulda been?” He gestures out in front of him with his hands and you nod in affirmation. He was right. The alternative wasn’t that appealing.

—

Today you stand at your workbench, dusting off a sample of stone you’d brought back from the site on Eriadu. It was certainly old, and dense. That much was certain. You’d picked the piece off from the ground by the monument and tucked it away in a cloth within your pack. If the site didn’t have a direct map to Mando’s son, then maybe the people who built the thing could give you a clue.

You spent the day researching the history of Jedi and their temples, what little information was available on them, and pieced together that this artifact must be of theirs. In which case, it really should be returned to the temple, but alas, you had promised yourself to never go back to that forsaken jungle.

The stone’s age suggested that the temple had been built hundreds, if not a thousand years ago, thus it was probably just a stepping stone to locating Grogu.

—

Your walk home is a quiet one, the evening sun casting a pink light over everything. The knock comes just as you were about to turn on an audio show for your bath. Somehow you’re certain it’s him. You exhale, unsure of what’s about to happen, positive that it’s a moment you’ll keep forever no matter what.

You pull open the door, and he stands, stiff, unmoving. “Hey,” your voice sounds timid, and gruff.

He steps over the threshold into your apartment when you motion him inside. Now, in the middle of your living room he comes to you, he immediately moves his hand to cup the bowl of your skull, hugging you to him.

“Hey yourself.” He puffs out.

You smile to yourself, you had thought this would happen once he made his return, you run your palms up his biceps to rest behind his neck and he groans, his head falling to your shoulder. “Where were you?” It sounds too desperate, like a plea.

“I’m sorry, I- I had to, please forgive me.” Now he’s the desperate one. It’s hot in here and this is all going too fast, spinning out of control.

You move your hand down to his chest and push back, separating yourself. “I know. Listen, I’m not angry, I just, we just left things in a weird spot.”

He nods. Silence overtakes you both.

“I was about to take a bath.” You want this to happen, to show him this is what you want.

“Oh, I can-“ he steps back, as if to leave.

“I want you to watch.” It comes out at the same time he steps back and at once the energy in the room is instantaneously different charged with an unnamed energy.

“You want me to- to watch you?” His voice is deep, like when he’s just finished beating the life out of someone. He trips over his words, it sets you alight. He steps towards you, a predator stalking his prey. You step backwards towards your fresher door, feeling for the way to your tub, staring him down all the while.

“Sit down. Right there.” You point to the edge of the bathtub, you had a towel laid out for yourself but now he rests on it. He immediately follows your instruction, and a part of you twitches in anticipation of what’s to come.

The first thing to go is your big t-shirt that advertises Gahoxz’s Bar, across town. He shifts in his spot.

“Don’t move now, be good for me.” He nods, you can hear his breath through the modulator on his helmet.

You reach behind yourself, and unclasp your band, pulling each shoulder strap down before revealing your chest to him, he rolls his hips up into his pants, and balls his fists at his sides. You smile at him and meet your gaze in the mirror above the sink, you look unhinged, blown out pupils and messed up hair.

You unbuckle your belt and pants button, they fall from your waist, over your stomach and thighs to the ground. Just your underwear now. Even though they’re nothing fancy, Mando’s on the edge of the tub, leaning towards you, his hands dangerously close to where his hard cock is outlined in his pants. You slip them down over your tummy as well, and step out of your clothes towards the bath. It feels electric within your small refresher, you imagine the sweat curling up the baby hairs on his head.

“Now I’m gonna get in, and you’re gonna follow my instructions, understand?”

“Yes, okay,” he groans out nodding.

“Good,” You step towards him and he shifts to watch your naked profile slip down into the bubbles of the tub. You moan at the warm water enveloping you and he grinds into the air again, desperate boy.

“Mando, I want you to touch yourself.” He moans outright at that, wasting no time placing his hands, still gloved, over his clothed erection and running up the hard line of himself.

“I said I want you to touch yourself.” You bring a hand between your thighs, and up to your belly.

“I- fuck- I am-“ he’s working hard to remain stoic, you’ll give him that.

“Take your gloves off,” you say to him, “If I’m gonna be naked you have to give me something.”

So he does, carefully removing and placing his leather gloves on your countertop and rubbing his palms over his thick thighs.

“Now I want you to unbutton your pants, and get your cock out.” You bring a hand up to your nipples, rubbing over each one to pucker them and caressing your throat. He groans at the site of you touching yourself, he hesitates, but moves to the top of his pants anyway.

“You’re so pretty,” The button pops and his fly unzips, you’re silent while you watch as he works to free his cock. The massive thing is tanned and heavy, springing free before he pulls his balls out too, tanned hands and tan dick on the stark background of his gear.

You gulp and groan, spreading your thighs, moving your hand down between them. Rubbing the hood of your clit and reveling in the way the electricity moves through your limbs.

He slightly lifts just the bottom of his helmet, spitting into his palm and harshly gripping his cock, he starts stroking up and down to the same beat you set with your hand and hips. You watch as his helmet falls back against the wall of your shower, “Oh fuck, baby.” He moves to rub just the head now; he cups it in his right hand and grabs the base with his left, using both fists to stroke his length. You pull your other hand up to your mouth, sticking two fingers onto your tongue.

“Jesus, you wanna suck my cock, honey? Fuck.” He’s thrusting into his hand now, and that switch starts to slip again, you feel powerless at the helm of him. He’s fucking huge and intimidating sitting over you and fucking himself to the sight of your naked body.

He’s harsh with it, almost like he’s punishing himself. You fuck yourself shamelessly on your fingers now, just like that night on the crest, and you moan remembering how he wanted you then too.

“Fuck Mando I gotta tell you something,”

“What?” He sits up now, still stroking himself and staring through the visor, burning his gaze into your eyes.

“I, I heard you that night on the crest and- fuck- I touched myself then too,” you’re getting close now, “I’m sorry, I just-“

“Ah- fuck,” he moans at your admission, reaching out his free hand to hold your chin while he beats off.

“You fucking, ngh, fucking jacked off to me?” He’s close too.

“Fuck yes, it was so hot Mando, hearing your sounds,” you stick out your tongue and move to lick his thumb, sucking the whole of it into your mouth.

The sloshing sounds of the water flood your ears while you fill yourself with fingers you know are so much smaller than his, he’s honed in on your mouth, moaning each time you move your mouth down the length of his finger.

“Oh god,” he huffs out, moving his hand from your chin down to his balls, holding them and speeding up his stroke when you move to lick the very head of him. He can’t help but thrust into the air, you tongue just the tip inching closer and closer to the release you’d been waiting days for.

“Mmm baby I’m gonna come.” You start to clench and flutter around your fingers, moving your head back;

“Fuck–” he rasps, his head erupts, he pulls away and drips out onto your tits, over his knuckles and down into your bath water. Moaning and groaning loudly the whole time. “Oh fuck, fuck me.” He releases himself, shaking and falls gracelessly back to the shower wall.

“Fuck me is right”, you lean back onto the other side of the bath, looking up at the ceiling.

He leans over to your pile of towels and grabs the wash cloth, dipping into your water before wiping and tucking himself away. He falls to his knees beside you and drags the cloth, under the water, to your cunt, washing you off too. It’s too tender for what this is, yet. You flinch at the sensitivity and he pulls away, cradling your head once again.

“Is that a yes then?” He sounds like he’s smiling behind his mask.

“Sure is.” You beam back at him.

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