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amywritesthings · 3 years ago

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“Just the whisky?” Bye hello I’m gone adios rip. This was so fun to read and I loved the way you wrote modern!Din. Him telling her that he thinks about the Last Time every day... whew goodbye. This was just so SPICY but also incredibly feelsy and I love the way you describe the movements in this chapter combined with the dialogue as it all packs a punch.

Inner Circle

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader, Modern AU (one shot)

Word Count: 3.7k

Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY

Excerpt: "This is really nice," you manage to say, "the whisky, I mean." Heat floods your cheeks. Din turns his body to look at you, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "Just the whisky?'"

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol, smut, unprotected sex (please practice safer sex thank youuu), p in v, fingering, restraint, friends to lovers, emotional.

Summary: Helping Din close down Peli's bar means you and he are totally alone, and there's some history heating up the winter night.

A/N: This is a modern!AU so nothing Star Wars-y other than the characters. (Also, I know the GIF isn't Pedro Pascal as Din Djarin but it fits the ~vibe~ of the story more lol. Credit to u/Awkward_Emu12345 on r/Pedro_Pascal.) This was inspired by a weird dream don't come after me for dreaming about Din we all have our faults. I hope you enjoy, Happy Valentine's Day. 💖🥰😍😘💐

It was cold.

Everyone had left, save for the two of you, all of them too tired or too drunk to keep being social when they knew it was a tough walk home. But it had never been hard for you to be around Din. It had never been difficult to spend time doing anything, or nothing, with him. The easy silence around you was... Comforting.

"Now you two know you're always welcome, but I'm dog tired and about ready to fall asleep on the bar. Can I trust one of you to remember to lock up?" Peli rubbed a hand over her face as she talked, towel still draped over her shoulder. Running a bar looked good on her, and you and Din spent more than a few nights helping her close up after busy days.

Din spoke up, "We're fine, I'll bring the keys by in the morning."

"Don't go drinking all the good booze, I need that for the paying customers." She shouts over her shoulder as she heads out the door. You laugh softly into your drink, knowing pretty positively it wasn't well whisky in your glass.

"Paying customers," you mumble to Din as he sits back down, having locked the door and turned the front lights off to keep stragglers from wandering in, "I'm always trying to pay her and she only really takes my money about half the time. And even then the change she gives me back is more than it should be."

"Sounds like you've made it into her inner circle," Din chuckles, "We're a small group, welcome aboard." He clinks his glass to yours and takes a long sip, leveling a stare in your direction. "How come you didn't leave with everyone else?"

"Not tired. And I wanted some peace before the hell that is my week this week."

"Ah." He gets quiet, waiting for you to guide the conversation where you need it to go. Always a man of few words, Din had never been one to press issues. It took you awhile to understand his silence was holding space rather than disinterest. But you really did just want to stay for some peace and quiet, so you lean your head against the booth behind you and close your eyes. After a minute, you feel his gaze on you again and open your eyes.

"Everything okay?" you ask.

He shrugs as his response and gets up, heading to the bar. "Need topped off?"

"I could use a new drink," you slip out of your seat and follow him to the bar. Sitting in front of it, you slide your glass over the gleaming oak. "Barkeep's choice."

He grabs two short glasses, scooping ice into them and setting them down. "Be right back," he says before heading to Peli's office. You take the opportunity to let your eyes wander over the bar. Peli bought it at some foreclosure auction, always wanting to fix things up, and had decided another dive bar was what your little town needed. The bar itself was the best thing in the building, shining in the dim light. You had all pitched in to help her build it. It was the focal point of the whole place, almost having its own gravitational pull and always filling up before the tables and booths scattered around the room. Buzzing neon signs dotted the walls, tin tacker beer signs scattered in between.

After hearing some rummaging in the back office, Din comes sauntering back, opening an ancient looking bottle and pouring the amber liquid into your glasses.

"Where'd this come from?" you ask as he stoppers the bottle and hands you your glass. The whiskey smells like sweet wood, with a hint of spice that tickles your nose. A sip unveils notes of almond and cinnamon, with a hint of dried fruit. "Did you break into Peli's stash?"

A small grin, mischief dancing in his deep brown eyes. "Maybe. She doesn't drink it nearly enough. It deserves to be enjoyed."

You couldn't bring yourself to give him grief about the stolen liquor when it tasted so damn good.

You just laugh as you take your drink and make your way back to the booth. Sliding into your seat, you find yourself eyeing the way Din walks back to you. Unhurried, in control. Even in the dim light of the half closed bar you can see the confidence rippling off him. He slides his jacket off and drapes it off the back of the booth. To your surprise, he meets your gaze...

And slides into the bench next to you. Not in his usual seat directly across you.

Your heart rate picks up a bit, sparks in your blood as you try to act casual. There's nothing inherently strange about him sitting next to you, but he has the entire bar full of seats to choose from and he chose the one closest to you...

"This is really nice," you manage to say, "the whisky, I mean." Heat floods your cheeks.

Din turns his body to look at you, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "Just the whisky?"

You weren't sure how he suddenly seemed so much closer to you. How had you never noticed how broad he was?

"Maybe," you breathe, the scent of him filling your mind. He smells like evergreens and laughter, like a winter morning at sunrise.

Din sets his drink down and angles his body to face you entirely. His arm lazily drapes along the back of the booth, and he props his head on his fist. "Thought for a thought?"

A little game you played with your friends when you could tell they were thinking about things they needed to talk about. A gentle coaxing, a reminder that they could always speak their minds. Apparently, he picked up on enough of your mannerisms to use your own tricks on you, somehow knowing how fast your mind and heart are suddenly racing.

With a little glare to let him know you know what he's doing, you shift to look at him. "I'm thinking you're awfully lucid for someone who's been drinking all night."

Another low chuckle, "It isn't my fault no one noticed I was drinking slower than the rest of them." He takes a slow sip, never breaking eye contact.

"Fair enough. Your turn."

He's quiet for a minute, just looking at you. The intensity of his stare makes you feel bare in a way that has nothing to do with the clothes on your body, his eyes even darker than usual. "I'm thinking," he says in a voice that rumbles through your bones, "about the last time we closed down the bar without Peli."

It had been a few weeks ago, before winter had taken over and the nights were still warm. Peli got a call that a friend needed help with car trouble in the next town over and she asked the two of you to take care of closing. You agreed, knowing it would be easier with the two of you, and managed to wrangle the drunks out before locking the door and turning off the front lights. For an hour, you and Din had worked in a comfortable silence, efficiently getting the bar ready for the next day. At the end you had grabbed two shot glasses, filled them up with something fruity, and handed one to him with a grin. "To Peli's backups," you toasted. You had sat at the bar with him for a while, talking and drinking from some bottle you'd pay Peli back for later. Leaning closer together on your bar stools with each drink, until you were both whispering secrets and truths to each other. It wasn't until his eyes were lined with silver and you were wiping tears from his cheeks that you realized how small the distance between the two of you was. Without thinking, you had leaned over and kissed him. Soft, intending to be comforting, until you started to pull away and he reached up to wrap his fingers in your hair and felt the need behind the kiss. It turned deeper, wilder, until you were laying on top of him on the bar, everything becoming lips and teeth and tongues. You had been lost in each other until the ancient ice machine had suddenly turned on, waking you and Din from the heated stupor. You had pulled away, eyes glazed, hand reaching up to touch your lips. He cleared his throat, helped you off the bar, and the two of you put yourselves back together before leaving the walking home in silence. He walked you to your door, placed a kiss on the top of your head, and left without a word. The days following had been a little awkward, but you both had silently agreed it had been a drunken adventure and nothing more.

"Do you think of that night often?" You ask, desperately trying to sound smooth and coy. You barely managed. Din noticed.

"I think about it every day."

It's your turn to be quiet, heart thundering in your chest as you will you hand to not shake while you bring your glass to your lips. You'd thought about that night too, most days it was your go-to daydream to claw your way through work, passing the time remembering the look in his eyes as he spilled his guts to you and the urge to fix what he was dealing with; to heal the hurt shining uninhibited in his face. Remembering the feeling of his hands in your hair and on your hips, strong but tender, never hurried or rushed...

You set your glass down and turn to look at him again. You can see the memory behind his eyes as surely as it thunders through you, emboldening you to say, "I'm thinking that I haven't stopped thinking about you since the day we met."

Din stills, you can't even tell if he's breathing. His depthless, chocolate eyes glimmer with an emotion you can't quite read as you hold his gaze. You're not sure you're breathing either, both of you waiting for the other to speak.

Without warning, Din closes the space between you and kisses you. It isn't soft or gentle, it's burning and passionate and takes your breath away as you kiss him back. His hands begin to move, one resting high up on your thigh while the other one weaves through your hair to cup the back of your head. You send your hands up his chest and over his shoulders, savoring the muscles just below his t-shirt. You cross your wrists behind his neck, resting your forearms on his shoulders and pulling yourself closer to him. His tongue tentatively parts your lips and you open for him, sending your tongue to explore his mouth. He moans softly, the sound filling every corner of you with need. You push the table back with one hand and use the other to steady yourself and you straddle him in the booth. He pulls away with a sharp inhale.

You immediately freeze, worried you've gone too far or misread what he wanted. "I... I'm sorry," you stammer as you turn your head and start to slide off of him and out of the booth. But he stops you, one hand on your waist and the other reaching up to hold your chin between his thumb and curved pointer finger. He turns your head back and locks his eyes to yours.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," he says to you, "I just..." You've never seen him at a loss for words. Never seen him grasping for control. He takes a steadying breath and continues, "I just want to make sure that this is what you want."

Stunned, you reach up and hold the hand on your chin with both of yours. You've never heard his voice filled with such... Fear. He's worried that you don't want this. Want him. Never breaking eye contact you take his hand and kiss each finger before placing one hand on his cheek. "I want you, Din. I want as much of you as you want of me. I'll climb off you right now and go back to just being part of Peli's inner circle with you if that's what you want, but I want you. In whatever way you see fit."

For a few heartbeats, he just looks at you. Searches your face for whatever sign he needs to assure him that this, that you, are real. His face breaks out into the most beautiful smile you've ever seen, every glimmer for you, before he says, "You want as much of me as I want of you?" Mischief dances once again in those eyes. "What if I said I wanted all of you?"

Your smile turns feral as the meaning behind the words heats you to your core. Without another word you take his hand and place it against your chest, arching into his touch as he removes his hand from yours and cups your breast, his eyes widening as he realizes that you aren't wearing a bra. You lean in again to kiss him, catching his bottom lip in your teeth and nipping it as he brings his hand from your hip to mirror the other working your breast. The sensation has you slowly rotating your hips, grinding where your legs meet his lap.

A shudder goes through him and, as if a leash has been snapped, he growls into your mouth and moves his hands to grip your hips, grinding you against him in a way that sends sparks through you. You feel the warmth of one hand disappear, only to feel him bring it down sharp and precise on your ass a second later. The noise that slips out of you is a mix of surprise and pleasure that only makes Din more wild. In a fluid motion he lifts you off his lap, and stands you on the floor next to the booth. Before you register the change he's standing with you and pushing you toward the wall. One more swift motion has both your wrists in his left hand and pinned above your head on the wall you're now flat against. Being totally in his control makes you wild with need, kissing everywhere you can reach as he puts a knee between your legs and reaches down with his free hand.

"Din," you breathe as he nudges your sweater away from your neck, teeth finding that tender spot where your neck meets your shoulder. He growls at his name on your lips, biting down then sweeping his tongue over the small hurt. Kissing and nipping at your neck, he works the button of your jeans as you grind against his thigh, desperate for friction.

He makes quick work of the button and zipper on your pants before removing his knee and sliding his hand along the top of your panties, tracing and teasing a shiver of anticipation out of you. There's no give in his grip on your wrists as you squirm; you're sure if you aren't able to get your hands somewhere on him and soon, you're going to go mad.

"Is there something you'd like?" he whispers in your ear, a smile clear in his voice.

"I want to touch you," you're nearly panting with need at this point, "Please."

"Mmm..." A non-committal answer as he reaches around to grab your ass, hand massaging into the muscle. "I guess since you asked so nicely..." Both hands are on yours now, gently bringing your arms back down from above your head and massaging from your shoulders to your wrists as blood flows back into your hands. As soon as you have control of them again, you send your hands skimming and searching all over his torso and lower. His belt buckle snags and you tear away from his mouth for long enough to look down and finagle his belt open before you're back, all passion and fire where your lips meet his.

As you're getting his button undone he fully reaches into your underwear and slips his fingers between your legs. "Fuck..." he growls into your mouth, "You're already so wet..." Before you can think of a witty response, he slides a finger further back and into you in one fluid motion.

Your legs buckle at the sensation, your core going molten as his finger slides back out and up to circle that bundle of nerves between your thighs. "Oh god, Din..." The moan out of your mouth is filthy, but you're too far gone to be embarrassed.

"How would you like to continue?" he asks as he pulls away to look at you. His eyes are nearly black, shining like obsidian seeing you flushed with need. His fingers idly trace slow circles around your clit, bringing you near the edge but never over it.

"I want all of you," you say, voice husky from the heaving breaths raking through you. You reach for his pants and finish undoing them, letting them slide down while you reach into his underwear and run your palm along him. Holy shit... The length of him is enough to set your mouth salivating.

He instinctually shifts his hips against your hand, and you start pumping his cock while he moans into your neck, his kisses stopping for a second before starting again with a new fervor. You use your free hand to wiggle your jeans and underwear to the floor, kicking off your shoes and stepping out of your bottoms. He wraps his arm around your waist and lifts you up, pinning you higher on the wall as your legs wrap around his hips.

You angle yourself so the head of his cock lays just at your entrance, hot and pounding in anticipation. He looks up at you, winks, and lifts the sweater away from your breast before taking your peaked nipple into his mouth and working magic with his tongue right as he starts to enter you.

Din takes his time fully entering you, agonizingly slow. Just the size of him almost puts you into release, his mouth still kissing and sucking on your nipple while his other hand grabs your ass and starts moving your hips around him. You cry out as he begins to remove himself, and then sets back into you over and over again, faster with each new pass.

You tangle your hands in his hair and pull him away from your breast, desperate for the feel of his lips on yours. Holding him there, you kiss him wildly and send your tongue along his teeth, only coming up for air when your lungs demand it. He kisses you back just as intensely, his thrusts now starting to shake the wall behind you. Various signs and plaques from shuffleboard and dart tournaments rattle around on their nails, threatening to fall from their spots, but neither of you care too much about dusty old decorations.

You pull away from that full mouth and lean fully against the wall. "Harder," you nearly beg, the full length of him filling you so completely and in a way you've never experienced before. "Oh God, Din, harder." Release has becoming a shimmering veil, almost within reach. Din pulls a hand away from where both are guiding your body onto his to smack your ass again, and you hiss at the perfect combination of pain and pleasure before his hand is back and he ratchets his rhythm up a notch.

"Fuck... You feel better than I dreamed," he says, putting his head on your shoulder. You're seconds away from climax, the sensation building along your spine as he pounds into you. Din looks up one more time to meet your eyes and, with all the confidence and command you've come to know and care for about him, he says three words:

"Come for me."

And just like that, you're cumming harder than you ever have in your life. You moan out his name as wave after wave of shimmering climax wash over you, his release coming a second later. He stills inside you, fully to the hilt as you feel his cock pulse in time with your own inner walls.

He rests his head between your breasts as you both are still and gasping for air. You stay like this for a few heartbeats, that comfortable silence filling the air once again. You kiss the top of his head, and he removes himself from you before you untwine your legs from behind him and place your feet on the ground.

After a night of fire and passion you aren't expecting the gentle way Din looks at you, a million things happening behind his eyes. You reach up to run your fingers through his hair and he leans into your touch, closing his eyes and savoring the contact. "Are you okay?" you ask quietly.

His eyes open again and pierce through your soul. "I never let myself believe this could happen," he replies, almost whispers, like he might scare you off. "I never let myself hope you'd feel the same way."

You bring your hand down to his cheek, brushing along the stubble peppering his jaw. You take a moment to really look at him, to memorize the crinkles at the corners of his eyes and the slope of his nose; to trace the lines of his lips with feather-light fingers. You bring your gaze back to his and let your feelings show clearly though that connection. "Why do you think I started coming to this dive bar in the first place? It definitely wasn't for the vibe." You chuckle softly and gesture to him. "It was you, Din. It's always been you."

He takes your hands in his and kisses them. You both take a moment to re-dress and head back to your booth. Sliding in next to each other, he reaches an arm around your shoulders to bring you in closer as you wrap your arms around his waist and lean your head on his chest. After a moment, he lifts your head up to kiss you again. "It's always been you too," is all he says as his lips meet yours and you lose yourself in each other all over again.

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