Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) (One-shots and short stories)

Eyes Closed Shut

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader

Warnings: smut

Request: none, can you believe I've gotten no requests for Mando??? a Crime.

Word Count: 1.5 k

This planet is a traveller's planet, no one stays long, it's made up of various cantinas, refuelling stations and ship bays like the one you work at where you sell ship parts. He probably doesn't even plan to stay the night but you hope you can change his mind.

"Hey, handsome," you quip as you lean your elbows against the cool metal bartop, looking over you shoulder at him with heavy lashes and a sly smirk. He isn't drinking, he's sitting in silence thinking about something.

"Handsome? I'm wearing a helmet," he deadpans but there's a bit of amusement in that voice of his.

"Maybe so, but now I've heard your voice and it's more attractive than any face could be," you move closer, picking your words carefully.

"Again, the mask at work." He argues, not willing to just take a compliment.

"Are you allowed to take it off?" You ask.

"No."

"So it's part of you then, part of the package it's like your second face, the one I get to see."

He nods a bit but gives you no answer, you aren't about to give up yet though so you continue. "And since you won't take it off that's also the voice I get to hear so as I said before, Hey handsome."

"Hello," he says sheepishly.

"So you don't ever take it off?'

"Not in front of anyone," he clarifies.

"What if you were behind me?" You tease suggestively and his masked face is void of emotion but he clenches his fist, he's starting to crack.

"So I take it you've never kissed a girl before?" You continue, pushing his buttons is becoming more fun by the minute.

"I have," another short reply.

"Really how did that work?" You're turned fully to face him now, one elbow on the counter, looking up at him defiantly, testing his limits. He still looks straight ahead, only turning his head when he speaks.

"I'm not here to talk about my previous relations."

"Really? I'd tell you all about mine if you asked!" You say that with a giggle, he's flustered under his helmet from the sound of it.

"The people you've been with okay with being parts in stories?"

"I don't know, would you be?"

He is silent again, choking on his words because he can't take this teasing, he isn't used to anyone being so forward with him, but when you live on a planet such as this you have no choice but to be forward, he could leave any minute and you would never see him again.

He turns to face you now, hands at his sides, helmet tilted as he looks down at you. You run a finger along the chest plate of his armour leaving a smudge of a fingerprint, he doesn't move away, he doesn't give you an answer. He's shy and you can tell, if you want this to go anywhere you have to do more or he'll let you just flirt with him all night. You lean up on your tippy-toes and place a palm against his chest ever so gently, at this moment he wishes he wasn't wearing armour just so he could feel the delicate pressure of your touch.

You look into where his eyes should be on his mask and slowly lean forward pressing a quick peck to the cold metal of his helmet.

You don't give him time to respond or do anything, you know he won't so you walk away slowly hoping he will follow you. And he does.