Christmas Collection Day 2 - Din Djarin
Say You're Sorry
Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader
Word Count: 960
Tags/Warnings: no use of y/n, smut, kinda fluff, male masturbation, dom!mando, orgasm denial (f), reader is a 'brat', Din uses reader to get off, playful relationship, cum swallowing, shower activities, things im forgetting, not beta'd, bad jokes
Summary: Din just doesn't think you're sorry enough 🤷🏼♀
A/N: I kinda love the dynamic between Din and reader on this one! Hope y'all like it! Tomorrow's prompt is Christmas Shopping, which I think will be with Whiskey, so look out for that. It will likely contain smut.
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“F-fuck!” Din gasps deeply as he relentlessly bucks his hips forward.
He has one hand planted firmly on your hip as he ruts up against you. You’re bent just enough for your bare breasts to be squished up against the cold tile of the shower.
He’s instructed you to keep your hands planted firmly on the tile, and under absolutely no circumstance–he was sure to get it through to you–are you allowed to touch yourself.
“D-Din, please!” You beg him for what must the the hundredth time today. “I’ll be good, I swear!” You’re on the verge of tears at this point. It’s the third time today that he’s gotten himself off while you haven’t been allowed so much as friction.
“No, I don’t think so, cyar'ika,” Din’s voice is deep and husky as he tells you exactly what you figured he would. “I’m still not convinced you’re sorry. N-not my fault you like to be a brat.”
You shout his name in agony as he continues to slide his ridiculously hard cock against your ass, your soft skin creating a heavenly feel against the leaking tip of it. His grip on your hip gets tighter and his breathing grows heavier with each thrust.
“I am, Din, I’m so sorry,” you cry and let your head rest on the wall in front of you.
“Show me then,” he says from behind you, his command as rough as his movements. “Get on your knees; you’re going to swallow my cum.”
You feel your cunt throb at both the tone of his voice and the thought of being in such a position. You don’t hesitate to comply though, quickly turning around and sinking down as Din furiously fists his cock.
Before you know it, you’re eye level with his throbbing dick, opening your mouth and looking into his harsh eyes with your teary ones. His teeth are barred as he tugs on himself, and the sight makes you whine.
His broad body is stopping the flow of the shower from reaching you, and you’re grateful for that considering that it’s probably getting cold by now, though Din doesn’t seem to notice.
You know he’s close by the way he places one large hand on the back of your head to steady you and get your mouth at the right angle. The pressure applies makes you whimper as you think about how easy it would be to just lean forward and take his cock into your mouth.
You lick your lips when your mouth goes dry from the thought. Din apparently doesn’t appreciate that by the way he grips your hair and tugs sharply.
“M-mouth op–fuck–open, cyare.” he struggles to get out.
Though it’s a bit hard to decipher, you get the gist of what he wants from the sting in your scalp, and you immediately snap your mouth back open.
You train your gaze back on his and find yourself melting in his deep brown eyes. Ignoring the way your clit throbs with want, you watch his tells that let you know he’s going to come any second now.
You get an idea, one that may have him taking some kind of mercy on you, and you immediately act on it.
You place one hand on his naked thigh and reach higher with the other until you can grasp his balls. He grunts an animalistic sound as you roll them around and give a soft tug. Your eyes widen at the sound and at the aggressive way his abdominal muscles begin to flex.
Before you know it, Din’s shooting his release all over your face, only about half of it actually making it into your mouth. He continues to slide his hand up and down his cock in rapid succession as you close your eyes and stick out your tongue, allowing the creamy white substance to splatter in ropes.
Once you’re sure he’s done, you slowly open your eyes to find him panting slightly and looking at you with a gaze that might even be hungrier than before.
“Swallow,” he says darkly, his voice thick with authority.
You immediately obey, closing your mouth and letting his warm cum slide down your throat. When you’re done you open your mouth for him to see, and he nods shortly in approval before removing his hand from your head.
He motions for you to stand up before he turns around and reaches for a wash cloth and turns the water up to a warmer temperature. He cleans the rest of his release off of your face with the damp cloth and a loving gaze.
You both wash in silence, Din only speaking once you both step out to wrap each other in towels.
“You sorry enough now?” he asks you.
You give him a knowing look in return, trying to show him you’re annoyed, even though he could never really do such a thing.
“Yes, Din,” you say sarcastically. “I’m sorry.”
“No, you have to say it right,” he says, playing with you at this point. You can see the smile in his eyes. You have to suppress a smile of your own as you watch him secure his towel around his waist.
“I’m sorry I said you look like a well-polished trash can,” you say through a fake sigh, barely able to contain your giggles.
Luckily, you’re not alone because Din begins to laugh out loud, but you’re too busy gaping at him to join.
“You fucking dick!” You exclaim, playfully shoving your hands against his chest.
“You weren’t mad at all! I fucking knew it!”
Din’s too busy doubling over with laughter to respond. This time, you’re quick to join him, the both of you ending up in a pile on the floor.
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