Hard Edges || Mandalorian X Reader

| 16 | Bait

You give him your very best pouty face and a genuinely loud laugh comes out of his chest.

"Besides... doesn't bait work best if they don't see the trap?" He says mockingly.

You roll your eyes. "He's not even here." You walk your fingers up his armour, "maybe we should check the bathroom?" You blink up at him and bite your lip.

"Someone is enjoying her Bantha Blasters." He chuckles down at you. "Now, go have fun - let me work."

You try to act offended but you can't contain your impish grin and you bounce back to the bar and motion for another drink.

"This one is on me." A tall man dressed all in white says to the bartender as he slides in too close beside you.

"No thanks, mine are covered already." You wave him off.

"Your boyfriend buying your drinks?"

Turning to look at him, you immediately recognize him from the puck. A shot of adrenaline runs through you., clearing your senses - holy crap. Keep it together. You could actually do this and rub it in Dins smug face. Ok. Be cool. Sober. Smooth.

"Something like that." You say smiling at him.

Nice. Nailed it.

"Come on." He says, dragging his eyes on along your body, making your stomach want to turn inside out. "He can't be your boyfriend if he's got you out here dressed like that."

He reaches out at touches a loose strand of hair hanging in front of your face.

"If you were mine, I'd keep your body all to myself."

You imagine how Din would probably break his hand for touching you and smile at him again.

"What do ya say Doll? Why don't you drink that at my table?" He says, motioning to the VIP section.

You look over his shoulder to Din, half expecting him to come charging through the crowd at this creep. Instead he nods his head towards the back door and then disappears into the darkness.

Oh shit. It's really on.

"I have a better idea." You take a long sip of your drink, set it on the counter. You run your finger across his chest and, with a wink, head towards the back door - making sure to sway your hips just a little more that usual. You look over your shoulder and feel a high as you see him stalking behind you.

"How do you like it?" You say coyly, turning towards him and walking backwards as you open the door and step into the dark alley. "Warm?" He licks his lips as the door closes, and you see Dins outline behind it.

"Or Cold?" Dins modulated voice rings through the cold air and the target spins around in shock. He makes a pathetic squeal just before Din knocks him out.

"Maker! What a thrill!" You bound over to Din laughing.

He laughs looking down on you, skin glowing with sweat and a dorky half-drunk (ok, mostly drunk) adrenaline fuelled smile plastered on your face, "Ner Kih Beroya." Din grabs that same loose strand of hair and tucks it behind your ear, "My little hunter."

His touch sends a shiver through your whole body. The adrenaline pumps in your temples. You lean into him, running your hand along the front of his pants to find him already aroused.

When you hear a soft moan escape clear under the modulator is sends butterflies straight between your legs.

Oh no.

Your head starts to spin. The butterflies - along with the whole nights worth of drinks - fly up from between your legs and sucker punch you in the guts. You try to turn away but stumble and Din catches you as you start to wretch up what seems like a metric ton of Batha Blasters. Din softly gathers up your hair and rubs your back as you continue heaving.