#boba fett x yn

[thefact0rygirl]

BIG (Boba Fett x Reader)

Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Boba Fett x Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Size kink, praise kink, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, stomach bulge (iykyk), unprotected sex, light choking, pet names, creampie, breeding kink, implied age gap (reader is of age and Boba is like 41), dom?boba (maybe), exaggerated sex acts and descriptions

A/N: um yeah, I don’t know where this came from. I haven’t written anything in yearrsss so this is just a big smutty mess so please enjoy the debauchery but also sorry because i’m still rusty to writing

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“Is this too much for the little brat?”

Boba Fett is big. Like, really big. More than you thought he’d be. And it’s not like he didn’t warn you, or that you didn’t know. Even without his armor, the man was built like a freighter.

He was big and intimidating to even the most seasoned criminals. He was the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy who managed to escape a sarlacc pit and take over the underworld empire of the very man who put him in said pit.

Boba Fett was imposing as fuck and that translated to him in the bedroom.

You’re spread out on his bed, hands gripping the sheets, while he’s laying between your legs. You already orgasmed twice but that was apparently not enough for him.

“I need to prep you. Spoiled little brats like you always think you can handle me.”

You watch him through hooded eyes as he leans down, his mouth wrapping around your clit and he starts sucking on the sensitive nub.

He never breaks eye contact with you, and that combined with his three fingers moving in and out of you, you don’t know how much more you could take.

You couldn’t answer him when he was sucking on your clit and he knew that. He loved seeing you struggle with words. He loved seeing you go cock dumb.

You’re spread out on his bed, hands gripping the sheets, while he’s laying between your legs, one hand fingering you while the other is stroking your thighs. You watch him through hooded eyes as he leans his mouth down and takes your clit in his mouth, sucking on the sensitive nub.

You whine at the sensation as his fingers curl upwards in you as he moves them in and out. You couldn’t speak when Boba was sucking on your clit and he knew that. He was a mean lover, always teasing, always wanting to see you struggle to regain composure.

His fingers continue to pump in and out of you, curling upwards as they move out. When he finally releases your clit, you’re on the brink of another orgasm.

“I ask you a question.” His voice is heavy and intimidating. “Is this too much for my little brat?”

You release the sheets and lift yourself up and rest on your elbows. You’re covered in a sheen of sweat and your hair is stuck to your face.

Shaking you head, you respond, “No, I can take it.”

Boba’s cock twitches at your answer, caught between the sheets and his stomach. He can feel precum leaking at your words.

He lowers his mouth again to your clit, this time letting just the tip of his tongue rest against it. No licking, no circling, nothing. Just touching it.

Your breath hitches as he stares at you, waiting for you to continue. He loved teasing you, loved seeing you fall apart for him. Going cock dumb, he called it once.

“I want more.” You manage out with shaky breaths.

Boba grins at you, taking his fingers out of you and sitting up between your legs. The fingers and palm of his right hand are covered in your slick, shining in the dim light. He uses that same hand to grab his cock, stroking it and putting on a show for you.

Your eyes widen at the sight of him.

He’s big. Fuck, he’s massive.

His hand manages to wrap around his length, pumping himself, but you know that your hand would barley be able to wrap around the base.

While you take in his size, he’s watching you intently. Boba knows he’s bigger than most, he’s had more than enough partners tell him this. He knows he’s not your first by any means, but he still knew you were surprised by just how big he was.

He feels your intimidation as his thumbs spears a bead of precum along his length.

“Think you can take it?” He coos, eyes dropping to your pussy just in time to see it clench.

He looks back at you and sees your eyes staring back at him.

You nod. “Fuck me, Boba.”

You’re ready for him. You’re taking deep breaths to try and slow your breathing but it feels like the air in the room is evaporating all around you.

A wicked smile breaks out on his face at your agreement. He pumps himself one more time before he’s adjusting himself, leaning down and running his cock along your slit.

“Oh I bet you can. Let’s see just how much you can manage.”

His ego is pronounced in every word falling from his mouth. You spread your legs wider to match his cocky attitude.

His cock hits your clit for a second before Boba starts pushing in. He goes slow, moving in centimeter by centimeter, and you can already feel that dull burning of your pussy being split open.

Your thighs start to shake as he fills you and your ears start to buzz from the stinging pleasure blooming between your legs. You hear Boba muttering words of praise, saying he’ll keep you around, that you’re too good to let go, and that he bets he can fuck the brat right out of you.

You try to offer your own rebuttals and reassurances to behave, but they come out as a mess of whimpers and incoherent babbles.

You eyes remained locked the entire time, but the intensity of his gaze is too much. His eyes are dark and piercing, they’re just as consuming as the man himself. He keeps talking, keeps praising you all while looking right through your soul.

“That’s right, little one, take as much as you can, we’ll get it all in soon.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight, so pretty.”

He keeps going slow, too slow. His fingers and mouth were meant to prep you and while his fingers were thick, they were nothing compared to his cock. Boba feels bigger than he looks, and that’s saying something. You feel every ridge, every vein, every inch slide in.

You close your eyes as you try to focus. You’re torn between begging him to go faster and asking him to stop.

Boba is almost in, just one or two inches left when he stops. He’s scanning your face for any sign of regret or requests to stop.

“You sure you got this?” He asks.

Your eyes open when he stops and you look at him. His voice is neutral and collected. But you see his jaw locked and you feel his hands rubbing your waist. His fingers keep needing your flesh and if you didn’t know any better, it would see as if the big, bad Boba Felt was struggling to cum right then and there.

He would never admit and risk losing the upper hand, but you were just too tight, too warm, your pussy so small compared to him.

You lay back and grip your breasts, pressing them together and pinching the nipples. You want to show him you can take it, take more pain, more prodding, more pinching, more biting, more him.

You nod again, “I can take it.”

He chuckles, “Good girl. Tell me when you need to stop.”

You want to bite back, tell him you won’t need to, but then Boba starts moving again. Your breath hitches and you shut your eyes for a moment as he bottoms out.

He stills and you take in how he fills you. You feel full, fuller than you ever had. It’s like a pleasurable weight is filling you and he hasn��t even moved yet.

You open your eyes to see Boba’s head is bowed, his attention directly to where you two are connected. One of his hands moves to rub your clit and you jump.

You can’t see him, but you can feel the demonic smile on his face.

“Look at that! My little brat can take my cock.”

Boba is deep, deeper than you thought he could go. He’s stopped for now, just taking in the sight of him buried inside of you. His hand moves away from your clit and grips your thigh, needing your flesh.

You moan at the sight you two connect when you notice it.

It’s small, something no one may have noticed at first, but you did. You can feel Boba filling you and now you can see him. Actually see him. Right above your pubic mound was a small bump that wasn’t there before. A bulge.

Boba’s bulge.

You let out a loud moan, startling Boba. He looks up at you and sees you biting your lip. He’s searching for any sign of fear or disgust, but you’re too focused on your stomach.

And maybe you should be freaked out at the fact that Boba’s cock is outlined and literally bulging from you, but you’re not. You’re turned on beyond belief at the the site. He was consuming you and all your senses.

Boba has noticed what has caught your attention until he sees one of your hands move towards your abdomen. His eyes follow your hand and watch as your fingers ghost over the protrusion. You didn’t know if it was the extra shots of Corellian whiskey you had earlier messing with your head.

But then your fingers traced over the swelling again and you gasp.

“Oh, little one.” He mutters in shock, watching the entire time. It’s a surprise for him as much as you. You were smaller than him, of course, but seeing it sets him off even more.

He looks back at your face seeing your eyebrows scrunched together and your mouth hanging open in arousal. You’re panting harder than before and your hands move to grasp his arms.

“M-Move.” You pant. “I can take it.”

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

Your legs wrap around his waist, encouraging him to move, and he does just that. Boba pulls back slightly, moving his hands to grip your hips, and moves out of you slowly. The bulge disappears as Boba moves out but reappears just as Boba pushes back in.

You moan and Boba sets a slow, but forceful pace. He only moves out a couple of inches before snapping his hips back with power. If Boba wasn’t holding you, you would have flown across the bed.

He’s trying to go slow because, fuck, you’re gripping him, and he isn’t going to last long if you kept it up. His eyes are moving from your face down to the disappearing bulge. The fact that he’s visible through your abdomen was more of a turn on than he ever thought it would be.

He readjusts himself, unwrapping your legs from his waist and throwing them over his shoulder. His arms move to wrap around them holding them together and applying pressure on your clit.

The new angle means he’s thrusting into your deeper than before but still at that painfully slow pace. You’re growing restless and you try to adjust your hips to meet his thrusts.

Boba feels what your trying to do and stops.

“Careful, little one.” He warns you. He was in charge, he was going to set the pace. Not you, not his defiant little brat.

Pushing yourself up to rest on your elbows, you whine in response.

“Boba, please faster.”

“I can take it, I can be good.”

“P-Please.”

Boba screws his eyes shut as he resumes thrusting in you, but it’s a losing battle with you gripping him hot and tight, it’s like you’re sucking him in.

You continue to beg for him, shifting and moaning his name. He can’t resist it anymore, not just from own lust, but from the actual sight of it. Of you and him connected together and that fucking bulge.

He growls, pushing your legs off of him. He slips out for a second, only to manhandle you, flipping you on your back with just a flick of his wrist. You gasp at the sudden change as Boba loops an arm under your hips, forcing your ass up in the air for him.

He slams back into you and starts pounding into you. You don’t expect the fast and rough pace. You’re gasping at air, trying yo catch your breath but he doesn’t relent.

You gasping only seems to encourage Boba. He mutters, “Dirty little thing.”

His hands are anchored on your hips, locking you in place to just take it. You feel him lean forward his hot breath fanning between your should blades. You turn your head to try to meet his and you struggle out his name.

“You’re taking my cock so well.” He grunts without a single break in his hard rhythm.

He continues to slam into you while moving one hand to wrap around your throat.

“Keep your fucking hips up.” He orders letting his other hand go. He holds your throat, applying sweet, sweet pressure to it, while his other hand finds you clit rubbing it harshly.

You’re whimpering, but that’s not good enough for Boba. He squeezes your throat with a bit more pressure while demanding that you moan.

He pants in your ear, “Moan. I want to hear you.”

You oblige, your vocal chords vibrating when suddenly your legs shake and your pussy spasms.

You feel his grip on your throat loosen as he continues pounding into your through your orgasm.

“Louder. Let everyone in this fucking shithole know who’s fucking you.”

You feel tears building up in your eyes when Boba doesn’t let up, instead bringing you into the realm of overstimulation. He’s moving faster and faster, his thrusts are getting sloppier. The only sounds in the room are your grunts and your skin slapping together.

He continues to thrust while pushing harsh circles your clit. It’s too much after three orgasms. He’s too big, but you still feel your body betraying you. You feel the same budding pressure hitting deep inside you again.

Your hips start to falter, your legs trembling too much to stay up and Boba’s hands move back to your hips keeping your ass up to him. His pace is brutal and he is rutting into you causing your body to bounce.

Each thrust into you sends a ripple through your stomach. Boba moves one of his hands closer to your midline, in search for the swelling. When his fingers find it, he moans. He fingers stay in place feeling the bulge appear and disappear with every thrust.

“B-Boba, fuck-” You moan, closing your eyes from the sensation. “Stars, I’m-I-”

Your close, he can feel your pussy start to spasm. Thrusting harder, he reaches for one of your hands, pulling it back and placing it directly over the disappearing bulge.

“Fuck - Boba!” You yell when you feel it.

Boba’s hand is placed right over the bulge and he can feel it appear and disappear with every thrust.

“That’s right, little one. Cum.” He grunts while thrusting into you.

Your eyes roll back and you gasp as your final orgasm burns through your body. You’re set on fire and Boba’s final sloppy thrusts, are pushing the waves of pleasure throughout your body.

“I’m going to fill you up.” His grits, voice tight and strained as he approaches his own orgasm.

You’re trembling around Boba’s cock, you can barely get out a breath to gasp to gasp out a simple, “Cum, Boba. Inside. I-Inside me.”

That sets off Boba. Five sloppy thrusts later Boba sheaths himself in you feeling his cum warm and coat your insides. Your hand remains right over the bulge. You can feel Boba’s head twitching inside of you, and even though you can’t see, you like to imagine the small bulge twitching as well.

You both pause to catch your breaths. Boba releases his death grip on your hips and leans down, laying in top of you. His own hands move and cover your own, and you feel his hot breath fanning over your shoulder.

Your breathing starts to regulate as you watch his hands intertwine with your own. Hands always show age and his are no different. You can see his life reflected in the callouss and marks along his hands. His knuckles have some healing scabs from a business meeting that went south. You focus on the strips of scar tissue from his escape from the sarlacc pit.

You follow the pattern of scars from his hands, and up his arms. You start trying to turn onto your back so you can finally see his face.

Boba senses your body moving and lift himself up, helping to push your legs forward so you can fully turn on your back without him having to pull himself out.

You look up at him and see that he’s watching you, curiosity and maybe even a hint of adoration in his eye. You offer him a small smile, and he takes your intertwined hands to his mouth. He places a small kiss to your knuckles.

He drops your hands and slowly pulls out of you. You winch at the loss of him before feeling a steady stream of cum escape you, falling into a small puddle underneath you.

Boba sees the mixture, a combination of your releases, and takes a deep breath to calm himself.

“Let me clean this up.” He murmurs, before making a move to the bathroom. You stop him, however.

“No.” You whisper and he turns back to you. “Later. Can you just lay with me?”

Boba didn’t seem like the type for aftercare or cuddling. You were honestly surprised he was going to clean you up, you were expecting a slap on the ass and your clothes shoved in your arms.

Maybe you were pushing your luck right now and maybe he would end up throwing you out, but you were willing to risk it, because all you wanted in that moment was for him to hold you.

He takes a second to look at you and you think that he would throw you out for sure. But then he sighs, his eyes crinkle and even though his lips don’t turn upwards, you know he’s smiling. In his own, imposing, grumpy, bounty hunter turned kingpin way.

He lays down to your right and you turn to face him. He’s watching you and you take a moment to lean over and kiss the small dip where his neck meets his shoulder. You kiss him again, this time bitting the skin ever so slightly.

It’s then when you feel him move, his arms wrapping around your middle, and you’re pulled on top of him. You head rests against his chest and you hear the rhythmic bumping of his heart underneath you.

You feel as if you should say something, but honestly you can seem to form any words.

“Boba…” You start but he shushes you.

You feel his hands wrap around you and he buries his lips in your hair.

“Sleep. I’ll clean you when you wake up.”

#boba fett x reader #boba fett x yn #boba fett x ofc #boba fett fanfic #boba fett #the mandalorian x reader #star wars #the mandalorian #book of boba fett #my writing #the legend of the bulge

[bobafetts-princess]

The Hunters and the Hunted (Chapter 1)

Pairings: Din Djarin x Reader x Boba Fett x Paz Vizsla (no use of Y/N)

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: Cursing, bounty hunters, hints of domestic violence, one slap across the face, it’s a little deep and heavy y’all so please be warned! If you think I should have tagged something and I didn’t, please let me know!

A/N: This came to me in a dream and I wrote it! Also I live and die by the fancast of Winston Duke as Paz so he’s who I have in mind when I write Paz. I hope y’all like it! You can find Chapter 2 here!

Fuck was the only thing you could think as you sprinted around a corner.

How did he find me? You thought, glancing over your shoulder to see a large blue Mandalorian still sprinting after you.

You knew that man had money, you knew he had power, you just didn’t realize he had so much of both. No doubt he put a bounty out on you the second he realized you’d disappeared.

Rounding a corner, you caught your breath for a second before a flash of blue caught your eye and you were off like a shot again. You dashed through the market, glancing over your shoulder again to see the blue Mandalorian still trailing you, people parting for him as he blundered through town.

Dashing down a side street, you ran smack into a wall of metal when you glanced over your shoulder again.

“Caught you,” the modulated voice said, a different Mandalorian than the one that was initially chasing you. His hands wrapped around your upper arms and you were most definitely, caught. One Mandalorian you might be able to escape, two you definitely couldn’t.

“Shit,” you mumbled, but by the grace of the maker, the large Mandalorian came around the corner, crashing into the silver Mandalorian that had ahold of your arms. He released you out of shock and you took the momentary confusion to take off again, dashing between buildings.

“What the f-“ came from behind you as the two Mandalorians regarded each other, but you couldn’t concentrate on that now. You just needed to hide long enough to find passage off this rock. Turning down another street when you hit a wall, you had a split second where you thought you were safe. A small ship was docked and you knew if you could sneak on board you’d be gone. But then a green Mandalorian appeared around the corner, standing directly in your path. You spun, ready to take off in the direction you came, but the silver and blue Mandalorians came around the corner at that moment and you were trapped.

If you couldn’t escape two Mandalorians, you definitely couldn’t escape three. Frantically searching for a way out, your head was on a swivel and you almost missed the exchange between the three.

“Fett?” Asked the silver one, but you weren’t sure which one it was directed at. You’d heard of a bounty hunter named Boba Fett, but he was supposedly dead so it couldn’t be him. When you couldn’t find a way out, your body slumped to the ground, back against the wall, holding your wrists up in the air so someone could slap binders on them. The silver one did, pulling you to your feet.

“What the fuck is happening?” The big blue one asked.

“I thought you weren’t taking bounties anymore?” The silver one asked him in return.

“He reached out to me. Asked me specifically to find the girl.” He told the other two.

“He asked me as well.” The green one, Fett, said. A reality crashed down around you, and you couldn’t help but laugh. He was a cruel man, an unkind man, but he was not a stupid man.

“What the fuck are you laughing for, little girl?” The blue one snarled through his vocoder, whirling to snatch you around the neck and squeeze. You couldn’t help the yelp and shot of arousal that heated your entire body when he lifted you, your toes barely brushing the ground. You couldn’t answer, he was squeezing too tightly, but the silver one placed a hand on his arm and gently made him lower you back down.

“Paz. He prefers her alive.” The silver one directed at the blue one, Paz. Paz was still looking down at you, his huge frame dwarfing your much smaller one.

“Why were you laughing, girlie?” The one named Fett asked.

“Because; he played you.” Paz took a step towards you, making you shrink.

“I swear to the maker if this is some kind of lovers spat, you won’t make it home. Is this some kind of kinky game?” He snarled.

You laughed again, the idea of a lovers spat more comical than it should be and the silver one took a step towards you. He wasn’t as large as Paz, but he was every bit as menacing when he spoke low in your ear.

“Explain yourself,” he demanded and you swallowed thickly, nodding.

“He called all of you separately? He didn’t just place a bounty on my head and call it a day? He specifically asked three Mandalorian to chase me down.” When they nodded at you, you kept speaking. “He’s a bantha’s asshole, but he’s not stupid. He just didn’t expect all three of to know each other. I assume he offered a lot of money for me alive, so he was probably banking on if the three of you did meet, it would be a shootout and he wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences of multiple bounty hunters claiming me. He expected you to all kill each other so he doesn’t have to pay you.” The weight of your words hit them and Fett cursed under his breath, barely audible through the helmet.

“What do we do now, Mando?” He asked, turning towards the silver one. You snorted at the stupid nickname and the blue one turned his visor towards you, which immediately ceased your laughter. A heady sigh came from Mando as he contemplated his options.

“I’m gonna assume you won’t let me claim the bounty by myself?” He attempted, and both visors fixed him with a dry look. Or as dry as a helmet can look. “And I don’t plan on letting someone else claim my bounty.” He said, grabbing your wrists and tugging you between the three of them. “I think our best option is to let the hunter with the highest credit offer claim the bounty and then we split it three ways. How much did he offer you, Paz?”

“10,000 credits for her living. 8,000 for her dead.” He spat, matter of factly. Your jaw dropped because he didn’t even like you, why was he offering so much money for you.

“Boba? How much did he offer you?

“The same.” He said, low voice rumbling through his chest and it took a second for things to click. When they did, your knees buckled.

“The Boba Fett?? He sent the Boba Fett to capture me? Oh my maker. I thought you were dead?”

“I was. Until about four months ago.”

“He actually sent the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy to capture me.” Snorts came from Paz and Mando as you realized the predicament you truly were in.

“Best and most feared, Princess. Don’t get it twisted.” The nickname shot straight to your groin and you had this overwhelming urge to get him to call you that again.

“How much did he offer the great Mando?” Boba prodded.

“15,000 alive. 12,000 dead.” You actually collapsed at his feet. The amount of credits he had offered up to these hunters for your return, safe or not, was unreal. He’d never given a scrap to you while you were with him, but he’d paid your father off when he’d sold you to the monster. Now you can only imagine how much he paid.

“Get up, little girl.” Boba Fett instructed, pulling you to your feet. “We have somewhere to be.” He thrust you at Paz, who picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like you were a sack of flour. His large hands left heat signatures on your skin, searing the backs of your thighs where he lifted you. The strong arm that wrapped around your back to keep you in place radiated heat throughout your body, down into the very core of you.

“Who’s ship should we take?” Mando asked, wrapping around your wrists to double check his binders. The softness of the touch sent you spiraling, it had been a long time since anyone had touched you with a modicum of kindness, and you felt tears prick the backs of your eyes.

Your mother died when you were a young girl, so young you almost couldn’t remember her at all. It had sent your father into a downward spiral, gambling, drinking, stealing. Often he went away for weeks at a time, leaving you alone as a young child. Once you got old enough, he started attempting to sell you to the highest bidder.

Of course almost everyone who was buying a girl wanted one with pedigree, so he never managed to sell until Myro Drook came into the picture. He was a crime lord, not really looking for a wife or a child-bearer, but a punching bag. He didn’t like to hit his whores, they carried too many of his secrets. But he loved to hit you. He was an evil man and the first opportunity you had to run, you did. You didn’t even know you were crying until you felt the wind cool their trails on your face.

“Mine. It’s faster than that bucket of bolts you call a ship.” Boba said. “And it has a cell, so we don’t have to put her on carbonite.”

“Carbonite?” You squeaked, worried.

“We aren’t going to put you on carbonite.”

Mando assured you. “You aren’t that dangerous.” His words made you look up at him, indignation on your features, only for you to realize he was teasing. A soft thumb came up to rest on your cheek, wiping at the trails your tears had made and you leaned into the touch.

His hand disappeared from your face just as quickly as it had landed there when the trio stopped walking and you were hoisted back over the huge mans shoulder again. The travel back down was slower than the travel up, as his large hands gripped your waist and drug every inch of you along every inch of him.

You stifled the groan that rose in your throat as your nipples rubbed against the metal plating on your way down. It had been months, seven to be exact, since anyone had touched you like that and you were on a hair trigger. Six months since you’d been sold, five since Drook hit you for the first time.

Turning, you noticed the ship, and a hand gently laid across your back, pushing you up the ramp. You leaned into the touch as much as you could, enjoying the feel through your thin tunic. You glanced behind you, finding that Mando was the one pushing you along and you internally sighed at the contact. You were placed near the cockpit doors while the three men conversed, your arms suspended in the air from a chain.

“So uhh, what happens next?” You interrupted and fought back a snicker when all three T-visors turned towards you. “I mean, I’ve never been hunted down by Mandalorians so I don’t know what to expect now.” You tried to sound light but the gravity of your situation began crashing around your ears.

“We”ll place you in the holding cell and take you back to your boyfriend.” Paz sneers, clearly still in the mindset that this was a joyride for you. You mustered up your courage and fixed your face with the angriest look you could and shot your next words at his back.

“Lift my shirt.” You spat at him and his shoulders tensed. “Better yet, pull the whole thing off.” You snarled, temper rising.

“I don’t think your boyfriend would like me ruining you like that.” He spat back at you, deep vibrato rumbling through his chest and you ignored the shot of arousal through your body at the idea. He unhooked you and walked you down the hall Boba directed him. The other two Mandalorians following as he tossed you in a holding cell, undoing the binders holding you before locking you in.

“Fine. I’ll do it for you.” You sneered, anger getting the best of you as you pulled off the long-sleeved tunic you wore. “Would a boyfriend do this? Would he leave these marks? Would he do it because it turns him on? Fucking answer me, Mandalorian.” You shouted, hurling your shirt at his retreating back, where it slapped against the bars of your cell.

All three visors turned towards you, taking in your form littered with bruises, some healing and some fresh from the night you managed to escape. “He doesn’t want to beat his whores before he fucks them and he doesn’t want to fuck me, so I get the beatings. Then he makes me watch him fuck them. Explain to me why I would want to go back. This is not a fucking game to me.” You snarled, the last of the fight leaving your body as you hurled your last words at them. They all froze at your admonitions, hands clenching into fists as they watched you break. Your body collapsed, wracking sobs heaving your body.

“I don’t want to go back.” You said, once you regained composure.

“He does this to you?” Mando asked, “on purpose?”

“He likes it. And you’re going to offer me up like a piece of bantha meat to him.” You spat, temper rising again. He had the grace to hang his helmet.

“It’s our job.” You snorted at that, even though the situation was much less than humorous and turned your back to the three men, revealing even more bruises.

“Din.”

“I know.”

“You have a history of getting attached to bounty. We cannot do that. She is worth too much money.”

“It was one time. And he was a baby.” Din retorted. You assumed Din was the silver one, since he was the only one who didn’t have a name. Their words rang throughout your ears and you spun, fixing Din with a glare.

“You carried out a bounty on a baby? I have no chance.”

“It’s a long story.” He said, in lieu of an explanation. You snatched your shirt off the floor, pulling it back over your head before sneering at him.

“That’s the worst excuse I’ve ever heard.” With your nasty retort, they left.

—

“Din. We can’t. We have to turn her in.” Boba said, back in the cockpit of his ship, Slave 1.

“You’re too soft.” Paz stated, reclining in his chair.

“Don’t start, I saw the way you rubbed her against you. You want her.”

“Of course. Have you seen her? But that doesn’t mean I’m willing to risk my reputation for her. And it would be a black mark on the Guild if we didn’t turn her in.”

“No it wouldn’t. We weren’t hired through the guild, we were hired through him.” Din said, poking holes in their theories.

“We can’t.” Boba said again, turning on the autopilot and spinning in his captains chair. His helmet was off, sitting on the floor near his feet and his heavily scarred face had more lines than usual.

“What if we turned her in. And then after we collected, went back to get her?”

“That’s almost as bad as not turning her in at all.” Paz mused, and Din could feel the annoyance radiating off of him.

“You saw those marks. He will kill her if we leave her there.” Din said, fist slamming on the arm of his chair.

“It’s not our problem, Din.” Boba said, voice full of regret.

“Humor me.”

“Fine.” Boba conceded. “If we managed to go back in and get her when we collect, how do you know he won’t just send a bounty hunter to collect her again?”

Din’s helmet tipped toward him, a note of incredulousness in the way it was angled. Who would be dumb enough to send a bounty hunter after three of the most dangerous bounty hunters in the galaxy?

“Okay. Fair point. But what are we going to with her after?”

“Well I’d like to see if she would spend the night in my bed.” Paz snickered.

“Wouldn’t we all, but after that? We couldn’t leave her. He would send a bounty the moment he heard she was alone.”

“I don’t know. I just know we can’t leave her there.” Din’s tone had a note of finality, and the conversation ceased.

—

Sometime during the night, you’d fallen asleep, huddled on the tiny cot in the cell. Someone had covered you with a thick brown woolen blanket and set out a cantina of water and a tray of food as well. You wolfed down the bread, taking more time with the soup because it was hot, and chased it only with large gulps of water. Your body was sore from your attempted escape and you took a second to stretch out.

“Good morning, Princess.” Came a gruff voice from the door and you suppressed a shiver at the nickname. “It’s time.” Solemnly, you nodded, sticking your arms out so he could slap binders on your wrists. “Don’t fret, little one. It’ll all be okay.” He said, hand in your lower back as he led you down the ramp and to sure death.

—

The Mandalorians flanked you, Din in front with Boba on your right and Paz on your left. They each kept a hand on your inner elbow as they walked you down the long hallway towards your “boyfriend”. You laughed internally at their harsh grips, it wasn’t like you were going anywhere.

Even if you could, you wouldn’t get far. Myro had guards crawling the entire place and if one of the Mandalorians didn’t get you, they would. You tried to help the silent tears streaming down your face, but you couldn’t. You also couldn’t wipe them, and Paz noticed.

“Quit crying, pretty girl.” Came the short and silent demand. It was sharp, void of any softness, but it worked. You stopped crying, raising your head to watch Din lead the group towards Myro’s personal chambers. Two guards stood at the entrance, smirking evilly at you as the group approached.

They knew what was in store for you as soon as those doors opened and you were turned over. Sliding out the way, hands on their blasters as they pushed open the door, you walked by them. More drug than walked on your own free will, but you made it inside none the less.

Myro was sitting on what he called his throne in the back of the chamber and was surrounded by at least four women of different species. When he saw the group he swallowed and you could see the slight fear in his eyes from where you walked.

“Ahh! The hunters have returned! And with my beautiful bride to be in tow. Thank you so much for returning her to me.” He lied through his teeth, sharp eyes darting between the hunters. He wasn’t an unattractive man, strong features with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, but he was ugly to you. You hated him with every fiber of your being and you reveled in the fact that he was nervous.

“I see you all received my call for help.”

“We did. And we do not appreciate being cheated out of our money, so we’ll make you a deal.” Boba rumbled, the deep timbre of his voice soothing you only fractionally. “You’ll pay us each what you owe, since we all finished our bounty, and we won’t kill you as slowly and painfully as possible.”

“I’m afraid that won’t be possible.”

“Then I’m afraid you won’t get the girl.” Din said, taking a small step back and boxing you in. The thing was though, that it didn’t make you nervous, instead it made you feel safe.

“I can give the highest bounty and you can split it, but I cannot afford to give up 35,000 credits for a common bitch.” He said, leaning back and waving a hand towards someone, who brought him a bag of credits. His words should have hurt, but they didn’t, you were too busy studying the Mandalorians.

“You’ll give us 28,000 credits, the amount if we’d brought her in dead, or we’re taking her and 35,000 credits.” Paz countered, fingers tightening in your elbow. When Myro had been speaking he and Boba had taken a step in towards you and you could feel the head radiating off their bodies they were all so close.

Sensing no other way to retain his credits and his dignity, Myro accepted their bargain, waving another man in who handed him two more bags. He waved Din forwards and you could sense the hesitation in the way he took a step back first, his body connecting with yours just briefly, before walking forwards and grabbing the bags from him. Boba and Paz took a step closer, sandwiching you between them and their armor until Din returned to the group.

“I see you have taken a liking to her.” Myro noted the protective posture around you.

“Shame she doesn’t fuck. I’d let you play with her as a gift for bringing her back to me.” You felt Paz’s low growl more than you heard it, and felt the tightening of his hands against you.

“What makes you think we haven’t already played with her?” Din challenged, knowing he was full of shit, Myro would never share his possessions. Myro’s upper lip curled, shooting daggers at you.

“More than she’s ever done for me then. I might have to take my turn next.” He said, causing your stomach to flip in disgust at the idea. Boba’s hand tightened this time, curling around the inside of your elbow.

“Take care of her.” Boba growled as Din turned and released your binders, replacing Boba’s hand on your arm, albeit softer. He pulled you away from the other two hunters, and you panicked.

“Please don’t do this. Please.” You whispered.

“Din please.” Desperation laced your voice.

“Everything will be okay, mesh’la.” He said in a small undertone you. How could he know? You thought and Myro smiled an evil smile as you were handed over. His hand wrapped where Paz’s hand had been and your stomach dropped out to your feet.

Din shuffled backwards and Myro yanked you towards him, pulling your whole body flush with his.

“Thank you, you may take your leave now.” He told them, waving to his guards to open the door as they left and the hopeful part of your brain thought they looked reluctant to leave you. As soon as they did, Myro released you, snarling as he raised a hand and smacked you across the face, cutting your lip instantaneously and sending you flying.

“Stupid bitch. If you ever pull some shit like that again, I’ll send hunters to kill you, not bring you back.” You knew he was telling you the truth as he stood over you, hatred in his eyes. “Now, I was in the middle of something before I was interrupted.” He said, grabbing you by the arm and throwing you in the corner. He grabbed the nearest girl, pushing her down on her knees as he sat down on his throne. He worked himself out of his pants and shoved the girls face down on his hardening cock.

You buried your face down in your arms, finally releasing the tears that you’d been holding hostage all morning as his groans filled the room. He must have noticed that you weren’t watching because he barked at you to pick up your head. When you refused to, he stood, tumbling the girl off his lap. He stalked towards you, small dick swinging with his movements and fear shot through your core.

“I told you to fucking watch, you stupid bitch.”

He grabbed you by the throat and you felt none of the arousal shoot through your core like you did when Paz grabbed you by the throat, only fear. Pushing you up against the wall, he raised his hand to smack you again and you flinched away from the impending blow. When it didn’t come, you saw his hand caught midair by a gloved one and hope shot through your body. You connected the hand to an arm and the arm to a silver-clad Mandalorian.

“Lay another hand on her and I will kill you where you stand.” He promised and the command in his tone had you swallowing thickly. “Release her, or I’ll do it for you.” He said, blaster in the hand that wasn’t holding Myro’s arm back. Myro’s hand released you immediately and you crumpled to the ground in a heap, gasping for air. Another set of hands pulled you to your feet and you were relieved to see Paz standing there. His voice crackled through his modulator,

“Are you okay, mesh’la?” He asked and you nodded dumbly, wondering what the nickname meant. “May I pick you up? It’ll be easier.” You nodded again and his strong arms wrapped around you, throwing you over his shoulder again, softer than the last time he did. He turned, walking towards the door and you saw Myro pinned against the wall by Din and Boba and you briefly worried they would get hurt, but then you made it through the door and saw bodies everywhere. All of Myro’s guards were dead and then you heard a scream of pain come from Myro’s chambers.

“What are they doing to him?” You asked you were surprised to hear Paz chuckle. It shook his shoulders and carried through his body as he walked.

“Making sure he never sends anyone to hurt you again. I’ll let Boba tell you what they did when they make it back to the ship.” He carried your weight effortlessly, only setting you down when you were in the cockpit of the ship.

He did the same thing when he placed you down the first time, dragging your body along his, your nipples catching again on his armor. This time you let out a small sigh, one you know he heard. His large fingers cupped your cheek, inspecting the cut lip and the blossoming bruise from where Myro had smacked you.

“Let’s get you some bacta spray for that, pretty girl.” Din and Boba returned to the ship as he was finishing putting the medicine onto your skin and you leaned your face into his soft touch.

“Ready? Probably best we leave sooner rather than later, Princess.”

“What did you do to him?” You asked, truly curious, and you were surprised to hear a full body laugh.

“I made sure he’ll never forget my name.”

“Okay.” You said, drawing out the last syllable to show you weren’t really satisfied with his answer.

“He carved his initials into the mans cock.” Din supplied, and Paz and Boba burst into laughter again. You even cracked a smile, thinking of the fact that he’s going to think of the bounty hunters every time he got hard and a small giggle escaped you as well.

“Is that good enough retribution for you, pretty girl?” Paz asked and a small grin crossed your face as you nodded and basked in the nickname.

“I cannot thank you enough for saving me. I wish I could kiss you in thanks.” You told them, knowing the Mandalorians couldn’t remove their helmets.

“You can’t kiss them, Princess, but you can kiss me.” Boba said, turning in his chair and removing his helmet. He was older than you expected, with a weathered and scarred face, but still impossibly handsome. You stood, ready to oblige, but Boba waved you off.

“You can kiss me when we are off this rock.” He said, and you buckled in and prepared for takeoff.

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The two Mandalorians

Summary: On a mission things get a little violent and a familiar armoured guy turns up just in time. Mando, of course. They fight together to collect the bounty and like I said things get a little violent.

Includes: Violence, blood, gore (briefly) and spoilers for The Book of Boba Fett.

Word count: 1.1K

I scrunch my face up as the smell of dead animals floods my senses. Staring at the door in front of me I sigh before pushing it open. The floor below me is covered in water, presumably from cleaning, I lift up my foot and lower it back down creating a squelching sound. I roll my eyes under my mask before continuing towards a doorway covered in strips of plastic. I look at the dirty strips of plastic before pushing them out of the way. 

I step through the doorway and look around at the creatures hacking away at animal carcasses. They speak in a different language and ignore me as I walk past them, slowly. A couple of them look towards me as I head towards the next door. Another one with plastic strips. I push past the strips and instantly I’m the centre of attention. Five or six pairs of eyes on me. I walk towards the guy I assume is the boss.

“You look lost.” He states.

“I’m here for Kaba Baiz.” I say. He looks towards his workers before looking back at me.

“What makes you think he’s here?” I pull out my tracker and it flashes beeping. “What do you want of him?” You’d think it'd be obvious.

“He owes someone important money.” I say. This is the guy, the picture matches up with him even though he’s trying to hide it. 

“Who?” He replies gruffly.

“That’s not my business. I’m here to bring him in.” He looks at the guy next to him.

“Well, if I see him, I’ll let him know.”

“I can see him right now.” I say slowly and pull out the hologram and it reveals himself. He laughs nervously looking around.

“That’s not me. That doesn’t even look like me.” He says dismissively. 

“I’m gonna give the rest of you the opportunity to walk out that door.” I indicate to the other workers. “I have no quarrel with you.” 

“They’re not going anywhere.” He says surely. “Looks to me like you’re surrounded.” I raise my eyebrows under my helmet. “But you look like the practical type. Let’s discuss our options.” 

“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold.” I say slowly reaching for my blaster. 

Suddenly one of the workers charges at me, grabbing my arm. He bites me and I groan before head butting him, he stumbles backwards as the others join in.

“Attack.” I hear one of them say.

One of them tries to cut my leg with a sword but it only scratches my armour. Another jumps on my back and I try to throw him off but end up reaching for my knife stabbing him in the side. He lets go and his hands fly to the wound. One of the workers blasts me in the head multiple times and I turn around pulling out my blaster ready to shoot but a blade cuts through his stomach from behind. He stops shooting and falls to the ground revealing a familiar armoured man.  

Din Djarin.

I shoot another one as he cuts off a worker's hand (the one holding the blaster). One of them shoots Mando in the head and I blast him twice in the chest, he falls over quickly after. He slices another guy in half as well as an animal carcass whilst a worker throws a punch at me. I crouch down stabbing my knife into his chest dragging it down to his legs. None of them left. I stay down breathing slightly accelerated. 

I groan as the worker’s organs and blood fall out of his body onto me, he falls over as I try to wipe off some of the body. I stand up as the boss starts shooting at Mando. He stabs him with his blade and pushes him onto the table, cutting the both in half. 

One of the workers timidly stands up from out of the corner, I point my knife at him and he turns around and runs out of the door. I walk over to the dead creature laying on the table and cut off his head, Mando passes me a bag and I wrap it up. 

“Wanna split the bounty?” I ask him, tying the bag. 

“Yeah.”

We walk out of the room, the head in the bag. Mando is limping, he accidentally cut himself with his blade. 

There’s a crowd of workers looking at us.

“Your boss is dead.” I tell them. “We’re here to collect on his bounty.”

“I have no trouble with any of you.” Mando continues and they stare at the bag in my hand. “There’s a pile of New Republic credits in there that we have no right to. If you do me the honour of letting us pass, you all can help yourselves to whatever you think you deserve from your former employer.”

They look at each other hesitantly before one of the workers carefully walks around us into the room. Others follow after him, running into the room. They cheer as they find the money. 

Mando walks in front still limping and I follow behind him. We make it outside and I look for his ship but I can’t see it. 

“Do you need a ride?” I ask him still looking for a ship.

“Yes. Thank you.”

“Well, we’re going to the same place after all.” He grunts a reply but I can’t tell whether he’s agreeing or just in pain. 

We walk towards my ship, it’s not far away. I offer my arm out to him to lean on (as a crutch) as he’s limping. He looks at my arm, stops then places his hand on my shoulder and we keep walking. I press a few buttons on my holographic watch and the door to my ship opens. Mando lets go of my shoulder and limps onto the ship. 

Knowing his way around the ship he makes his way to the small hospital room. Being a bounty hunter you get injured a lot so I added the room a while ago. I follow after him and he perches on the side of the counter opening the box of stim canisters. He pulls one out of the box and injects it into his leg, groaning. 

I walk back out of the medical room and climb up the ladder into the cockpit, I flick and press the relevant dials and buttons as the engines start up. Mando emerges from the ladder as the ship takes off. Once into space I leave the ship on autopilot settings and empty my pockets. I grab the New Republic credits and drop them on the dashboard counting them up.

“You stole the dead guy’s credits?”

“Uh huh.” He sits in the chair next to me.

“You stole credits from a dead man.”

“I’ve done worse.” I say smirking up at him before going back to counting the credits.

I love Din Djarin and I was so excited when he turned up in The Book Of Boba Fett. I enjoyed writing for him!

Hopefully this will have a part two. This was kind of short, sorry about that.

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Teacher’s Pet

Din Djarin x Reader

Modern Au. Teacher Reader. For fic purposes baby Yoda is Damien. When you haven’t written in months but your friend wants something specific so you had to do it to em.

“This isn’t a bit much?” Abby asked, surveying the scene in front of herself. “You spent your whole day with the kids during school. Aren’t you tired?”

“A little, but why not let the kids have some fun over here. It’s nice, safe.” You went to straighten out the goodie bags and small toy boxes, making sure Damien got a green yo-yo and Alexis got her favorite unicorn stickers. “Besides, Halloween fell on Wednesday this year. I just wanted to help out the parents some by having one place they could come and leave without all the walking around.”

“Those kids are lucky to have you,” Abby decided, grabbing a handful of popcorn that was set on a table and sitting down on a chair. “Can I flirt with the local hot single dads?”

“Nope. You can’t. There’s only one and he hardly ever comes to the little events. He works out of town a lot.”

Abby sighed, wistfully, “What me and that mystery man could have had would have been special.”

“It’s a pity we’ll never get to see it.”

“...Any single moms?”

“You can’t date my kid’s parents. Next year, when they’re in first grade you can do what you want.” You heard a knock at the front door, “Well it’s time to start up this show.”

“Miss LN!” You heard a cheerful student call out, “My mommy and I are here!”

You opened the door, smiling down at the child , “Amado! Let me guess! You’re a...robot!”

He giggled happily, “No silly! I’m a Power Ranger! And you’re Ms. Frizzle!”

“I am? I didn’t even get dressed up today. This is just what I wear at home. Look! Jesse just got here.”

A couple more kids started arriving with their parents. Some parents came in full costume and others looked like they came straight from a stressful day at work. The parents rested, talking amongst themselves, while the children played games in the backyard, coming back in occasionally for food and drinks. Abby was already sat on the arm of a couch talking to Nathan’s mom. Occasionally a parent would chat you up and you’d tell them about how well their children were doing in class.

Doing a head count you noticed two kids hadn’t made it. So you made sure to put away Damien and Avery’s goodie bags in your purse to make sure you’d give them to the kids tomorrow. After an hour or so, the families started to leave. Some kids being held by their parents half asleep and others still hyped up on sugar. It was down to five kids before you heard a knock at the door again.

“Look at you! A little Yoda and Boba Fett.”

Damien surged forward to hug your leg, “Hello.”

“Hey, little man,” you answered fondly, “Who’s our Boba Fett today?”

“It’s my dad!” He pouted when his father started to take off the helmet, “You lost rock, paper, scissors. You have to keep the helmet on all night.”

You heard an amused breathy chuckle, but his father’s hands went down all the same. “I’m sorry for being late Ms. LN,” he offered a hand, “I’m Din Djarin, Damien’s father.”

You smiled shaking his hand, “It’s not any trouble Mr. Djarin. I’m glad the two of you got to make it. There’s still some food and soda if the two of you are hungry.”

“I’m sorry, I promised the little guy I’d spend Halloween with the mask on if I made it back in time.”

“I’m sure we can sneak you a couple of slices of pizza in the kitchen,” you said with a wink.

Damien had already walked off to play with some other kids. His father long forgotten in the front room.

“I am glad to finally meet you,” Din said suddenly, “Dame, speaks very highly of you and now I can see exactly why he’s so obsessed with the Magic School Bus.”

You weren’t sure if he had intended it to sound so nice, but that didn’t stop your blush. “Yeah. If it was his choice that’s all we’d watch during calm down time.”

“It drives Cara crazy,” he laughed.

“Damien is a good kid in class. Sometimes a bit rebellious.”

“Yeah, that’s my fault. I’m away so much I’m a bit of a pushover when it comes to things. Now, things are going to change a bit. Decided a desk job may be the way to go for a while. Raising the little one is top priority and two years hasn’t been enough to wrap my head around parenting.”

“Two years?” You asked curiously.

He nodded, “I adopted him. He was in a really bad spot, then I had to watch him for a week. Which went as good as you could have thought. I had never really interacted with kids beforehand and then this little guy with big brown eyes depended on me. It’s hard not to get attached.”

“Takes a big man to step up. If it’s anything to you, Damien is a pretty great kid. You’ve definitely got a knack for the parenting thing. And if you don’t tell, he’s my favorite.”

“Miss LN,” a student called out, “Come play with us!”

“Yeah!”

“Please!”

“I’m sorry Mr. Djarin, got to get going or they’ll start a riot.” Damien already ran in and started pulling you out of the house. You offered Din a small smile before leaning over to pick up Damien. “Having a nice time?”

He gave you a toothy smile before cuddling into your neck. “Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”

You pressed a kiss to the side of his head before placing the child back on to the ground. “So kids!” You clapped your hands, “What are we going to play.”

Din had watched the small scene unfold. It wouldn’t be a lie to say his heart stirred a bit at the sight of you and his son. Maybe he was just easy when it came to Damien. Honestly, he hasn’t seen many people interact with the child outside of himself and Cara, sometimes their old neighbor if he was really desperate for a baby sitter.

Maybe now that things would be calming down some, he’d see what he could find. It would be nice to try for something.

He eyed you up while you played with the kids. God you were his type, party city wig and all. Something about you just called out to him or maybe he had just seen enough of Ms. Frizzle to confuse the hell out of himself. Either way, he did find you interesting.

It didn’t take long for the last of the kids to start trickling home. Abby had already snuck up to her bedroom. That left you, Din, and Damien on the couch. Damien was eagerly eating his slice of pizza, looking between the two adults. “Papa needs a girlfriend.”

You choked on your drink, more amused than anything. “He does?”

“Mhm, tia Cara said so! She said that’s why he’s so...so...uptight?”

“That’s enough, mijo,” Din said, tugging softly on a strand of Damien’s hair.

Damien laughed, moving to sit on his dad’s lap. The child tried unsuccessfully to whisper, “Ask Ms. LN to be your girlfriend. She’s so so so nice.”

Suddenly Din was glad he had a mask hiding his blush from you. “That’s enough, Dame.”

You laughed at the interaction between the two. “You sure you don’t want anything to eat Boba?”

“What if Ms. LN asks you to be her boyfriend?”

“Damien.” Din shook his head, “I’m fine. Thank you.” Anything to get him and his matchmaker son out of the home quickly. “We have to get going soon. Cara said she wanted to give him a Halloween surprise.”

“Suit yourself, Boba. I’ll have you know this is the best pizza in the galaxy,” you said as a way to distract Damien from his current topic, “Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah!” He said over a mouthful.

Din grabbed a napkin and cleaned off the pizza sauce on the child’s mouth. “I think it’s time the two of us get going. It’s getting late and I don’t want to take up too much of your time.”

“It wasn’t any trouble. I’m glad I finally got to meet you Mr. Djarin.”

“It was a pleasure, Ms. Frizzle.” He stood, his little Yoda snuggled in his arms. “I can’t wait until we meet again. Say good bye Dame.”

The child waved at you sleepily, “Bye bye.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow okay? Don’t give your dad too much trouble,” you said, ruffling his hair softly.

“Promise.”

You lead the pair to the front door. Din walked down the path to his car as you shut the door. You took off the cheap wig, tossing it who knows where. A look at your purse made you notice Damien’s goodie bag at the top of it. Grabbing it, you rushed out the door.

Din was still putting Damien in his car seat. “There you go papas. You want your blanket?”

“Mr. Djarin,” you called out.

He startled, closing the car door quickly. “Sorry. Can I help you?” He asked, turning to look at you.

Your breath caught in your throat, finally catching a glimpse of the man in question. He had messy dark tufts of hair and a scruffy looking mustache. “I...um,” you blushed when he caught you staring, “I forgot to give Damien his candy.”

Din gave you a smile that you could’ve died for. “You’re very kind. He’s lucky to have you.”

“I try my best,” you responded, still a bit captivated by the man.

“I’ll see you soon. Oh and I’m sorry about Damien. Cara has been drilling me to get out there lately and I guess he’s been paying more attention than I gave him credit for.”

“Hey,” you raised your hands, “it’s fine. I’m used to it anyhow, my roommate, Abby, has been pushing me to date anyone she thinks is even remotely single.”

“Abby,” he pointed back to the house, “Wouldn’t happen to be the woman celebrating over there.”

You didn’t bother to look over before laughing, “Most likely yeah. Well, Mr. Djarin I-“

“Din is fine.”

“YN.”

“YN,” he tested the name out, “I like it. I mean not that my opinion mattered. It just sounds pretty...I’m going to shut up now if that’s alright with you.”

You smiled, catching the man’s blush. “I’ll see you around Din.”

Din watched you walk up the path and close the door. “I like it,” he mocked himself, “Get caught in one pretty girl’s eye and you turn into a fool.” He looked to the side, noticing the girl at the curtain still laughing at him, “Hi Abby.”

Abby waved back, turning when she heard her bedroom door open. “Are we fraternizing with the student’s parents?”

“What do you mean?”

“I saw those smiles. He even did that frustrated thing when you say something stupid.”

“Did he?” You asked, a small smile on your face.

She pointed at you, “You’re gonna fuck a student’s dad.”

“I’m not. I’m not. That’s...wrong. I’m his son’s teacher.”

“He’s hot, you’re the hot young teacher. Hell, there’s probably even that spice of an age gap. Give him a spin.”

“You just want me to jump on anyone that looks in my direction.”

“Well, most of the time yeah. But he’s actually worth it.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “I’m taking a shower and going to bed.”

“That’s right, you go get ready to see that daddy,” she called out after you, “Let him know you’re the best piece he’ll see all day.”

“Goodnight, Ab.”

-

“Cara, I can’t get his teacher out of my head,” Din complained, sipping on his whiskey.

“Go for it, Mando,” she told her old partner, “You’re the worst at opening up to people. She seems to catch your eye for whatever reason. What’s the harm in it?”

“With our lives and everything... I don’t know if I could risk it. Then trying to figure out if I let her in that far. It’s hard enough juggling a kid with all this.”

Cara took a swig of her beer, “Well, you’re on call for the worst case scenario at the moment. Aren’t you? Just tell her you’re some pencil pusher.”

“She’s not even interested in me. All she is is Damien’s beautiful teacher who’s supposed to be nice. That’s all. I’ll get her out of my head soon enough.”

“If you need an edge, you could always pull out the Mando. A better personality than the current love struck puppy one you’re pulling right now.”

The pair heard the familiar shuffle of little feet roaming through the house. “Papi,” Damien said, rubbing his eyes, “can you read me a story?”

“I should get going anyway.” Cara patted his shoulder, “Tell me how it goes with the your beautiful teacher. Though it is tragic really.”

Din picked up Damien, giving her a confused look, “What is?”

“Doing what you do for a living and you can’t help but fumble when you get someone’s attention.”

-

You got dressed the next morning. Admittedly, maybe you had spruced it up a bit in hopes of seeing Din. You hoped the feeling would pass soon. Having crushes on students parents wasn’t ideal. Hell, you could lose your job over even the idea of it with how strict your boss was. Still you couldn’t help remembering his smile every so often. You knew that man longer as Boba Fett than you had as himself and he still made you feel like a hormonal teenager.

At school you got the kid’s breakfasts ready, already knowing them well enough to know who’d pick cold or hot.

“Papa, I’m hungry,” you heard Damien complain from the hall, “Look my tummy’s going grrr grrr.”

You smiled, amused as Damien rubbed his belly. “Morning,” you greeted the pair.

Damien rushed over to put his things away in his cubbyhole. “Morning Ms. LN!” He bounded over your give you a hug before dashing to his table.

“Always is an eager little guy for breakfast.”

“He really is, I honestly don’t get understand where he get it, but I’m pretty sure he’s going to run my pockets dry when he’s a teenager.” Din shook his head watching Damien open the school’s breakfast box. “Oh, here,” Din offered you the cup in his hand, “I didn’t know what you’d prefer so I took a chance with hot chocolate.”

You smiled, grabbing the cup. “That’s very kind of you, Din.” You took a sip, eyes wandering over him curiously as he looked around the room. He was wearing a nice button up and black jeans, his hair considerably neater than last night. That man hit exactly all the boxes of what you liked the more that you’d sneak glances at him.

“Okay you little gremlin,” Din said walking over to Damien, “It’s time for me to go. I really liked that pumpkin you drew.”

Damien hugged his father, pressing a syrupy kiss to his cheek. “Are you going to pick me up today?”

“We’ll see okay? I still have to straighten some things out at work.”

“Okay,” Damien responded, somewhat put out.

Din stood back up, turning to look at you. “Same time tomorrow?”

You grabbed a wet wipe and went over to clean off the syrup from his cheek. The small imperfection annoying you. You gave him a sheepish look, “I’m sorry, I’m used to the kids.”

Din put his hand over yours, eyes trained on you. “It’s okay,” that increasingly familiar blush tinted his cheeks as he took the wipe, “I should really go now.”

You nodded, “I look forward to seeing you around more often, Din.”

“I look forward to seeing you too.”

He made his exit as more of your students made it into the classroom. A strange look from Alexis’s mom didn’t seem so bad in the long run. That man was going to drive you absolutely crazy if he kept this up.

“My dad told my tia that Ms. LN was beautiful.”

You couldn’t help a small laugh when you heard his table mates let out little gasps.

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[thefact0rygirl]

FXCK AROUND AND FIND OUT

Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Boba Fett x Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: knifeplay, rough sex, angry sex, ripped clothes, bdsm elements, dom!boba, creampie

A/N: This is a bit darker than my normal writing. Everything is consensual, but please heed the warnings. 

Knife kink anon, wherever you are, i love u i haven’t stopped thinking about your asks and had to include it - I hope that’s okay! 

And if you’re looking for more knife kink boba, the talented and wonderful @themaydecemberist​ created this beauty that is guaranteed to fuck you up (but really go look at that, freak out, revel in its glory, like and reblog, and come back here. it’s so beautiful i’m still not over it).

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“Do you have a death wish or are you just stupid?”

Danger. That’s what you feel. You don’t know how he appears, he just does. 

You smell him first, your nose burning as the sharp smell of blaster oil falls over you in a thick fog, separating you from the stale, circulating air of Slave I. 

Then, you hear him. The damage to his vocal cords comes out in low and grumbly puffs making your skin prickle until every hair is standing on end. 

Next, you feel him. Body stiffening and skin distorting into a collage of goosebumps, he locks you in place by pressing you against the metal wall of the hull. 

You don’t have time to flinch or gasp, let alone run. He has complete control. His left hand anchors itself in your hair, yanking back to expose your throat.

“I said I was sorry,” You clench your teeth, irritation spiking in the back of your skull. You should have known he was still mad. 

The hunt had been nothing short of a shitshow. Not only did the bounty slip through your fingers, but you disobeyed Boba’s orders. Instead of returning to the ship as he commanded, you stayed behind, even throwing yourself in the line of fire to shove him out of the way. You’d think he’d be appreciative that you saved his life, but this is Boba Fett. And now he’s in a mood. 

“Do you have any idea what would have happened if you got hit? If you got hurt?”

That’s when you feel it. 

Fear and cold, smooth metal pressing into your throat. There are no teeth, just a single, smooth line burning white hot into your skin. All his knives are serrated, a series of sharp teeth excelling at cutting through even the thickest of skin. Except one knife. Is that—

“You think you’re so fucking tough.”

The shiny handle shines against the fluorescent lights and yeah, it is.

It’s the knife Boba gave you when you began working with him. A last resort, he called it, if you were without a blaster and needed to get away.

Fuck. 

“Do you know what this is?” He’s taunting you, letting your throat muscles struggle to contract as you swallow. He could kill you. That knife was more than sharp enough to cleave flesh from bone. That’s why he gave it to you in the first place.

You stay perfectly still, save for your trembling hands. The blade makes it difficult to speak, but you manage out a weak, “Yes.”

But through the fear you feel the growing spirals of arousal. It’s not the kind that makes you giggle and blush, nor is it the kind that makes you wriggle and pant. It’s the kind of arousal that makes you rip clothes and break beds. 

Animalistic, primal, and aggressive. 

You try to move, sidestep him to gain the upper hand, but he has you anchored between him and the wall. And the knife. 

He shifts the knife under your chin so it sits just a bit  firmer than before — hard enough that you feel your skin bend to metal, but careful enough not to cut you. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

Boba is furious at you and your disregard for your life to save his wretched one. You’re still young, the universe can still grant you the opportunity for redemption, but him? He’s done, condemned to this life of wickedness. 

Why would you risk it? Stupidity at its finest. 

And yet, somehow through the anger comes an unsettling humility. The stark fact that you cared enough to shove him out of the way before anything could hit him. Yes, he had his armor and he had survived worse, but you still felt the need to do your part.

He isn’t the best with emotions and understanding why he feels this way. He should be upset with you, and his is, but also wants you. He wants to feel you, wants your body against his to solidify this growing fondness. And the only way he’s comfortable with is sex. 

The same arousal you are feeling is rolling off him in waves, he can barely contain the straining erection in his pants. His whole body is ready. If you could see his face, you would see the wicked smile and his eyes dark from lust.

Grinding against your ass, he spits your name like a slur before removing the knife from your throat. Something changes. His hand moves to turn your head to the side until you are forced to meet his eyes. 

The knife still remains on your body, this time going up and under your shirt. The dull edge rests against your tummy while the sharp blade presses into the fabric.

Cocking an eyebrow, his voice is deeper than normal, “Do you know what I like about weapons?”

Your hands shake a little harder as heat blossoms between your legs. You’re a melting pot of sensation and emotion, and it’s all so intoxicating. It’s not the first time he has gotten rough with you, and you’ve made it clear before that you’re perfectly okay with it.

“W-What?”

He smiles something wicked before explaining, “They do as they’re told. No backtalk, no heroic stunts.”

He kisses you with bruising passion, dipping his tongue into your mouth to catch you as you begin to melt. You brace your hands against the wall as the knife tears through your shirt, ripping it in two, shredded pieces.

You draw back abruptly, watching him with betrayed shock, but all he can see if the lust in your eyes. 

“I knew it. I fucking knew it,” He lets go of your hair to undo his pants. “This turns you on. Is this why you were so eager to throw yourself in front of me?”

Yanking out his cock, you catch a glimpse of it, stiff and flushed at the tip. “Gonna fuck you like this. Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” You mutter, pushing your hips back to feel his hand fisting his cock.

He pulls the knife away from your skin to tap it against the button of your pants, “Off. Now. Before I cut them off.”

He only grants you enough time to step out of your pants, your ripped shirt still hanging off your torso as he presses you back into the wall. You want to fuss about it, but as the cool blade presses back into your hot skin, you opt to part your legs instead. 

Breath hitching, he lines himself up with your dripping cunt, running the tip along your slit to collect your wetness with slow, careful movements. 

“Fuck, you’re dripping for me.”

He’s greedy with his time, letting you whimper in desperate desire, before slamming into you, swift and merciless. You fit together like puzzle pieces, your back arching against him as he curls around you. He remains still, letting you feel every ridge and drag against your plush, wet walls. 

He flips the blade against your collarbones until the sting from the sharp edge is soothed by the cold dull spine of the knife. It’s only then does he start moving, his thrusts ruthless as he pumps into you. 

“Dirty, filthy girl. Letting me rough you up….”

For all the rough pressure he’s fucking you with, he’s gentle with the knife, circling one your already stiff nipples with the point. Your body tenses as you squeeze him, earning a gentle stutter from him

“Boba,” You plead, gripping at the metal wall as if you could bunch it up in your fists. You’re trying to stay still, revel in the contrasting roughness of his thrusts and the gentle teasing of the knife as he settles back into a rhythm. 

Pressing his lips to your temple, he grunts in your ear, “Oh, now you’re sweet for me? Now you wanna be good?”

“Please,” You choke, desperation coat every letter. The pressure in your core is building to unbearable levels.

“Bet I could make you come like this. Knife marking up your soft skin and my cock fucking your tight cunt.”

He’s still pissed about the botched mission. Of course he is. He wants to make you beg, see if you can sweeten him up enough to let you come. 

But he can’t — that’s the problem. 

He is approaching release faster than he has in a long time. His balls are tightening as they slam against your thighs. The first waves of release start crashing against his insides when he lays the knife flat between your breasts and drags it down to your navel. He pushes you back into the wall as if welding you to the metal as he thrusts at a new angle, fast and ruthless. 

The shiver the knife creates rings all the way down to the tips of your toes and ends in earthquaking shakes at the base of your spine. His shift only amplifies those tremors, hitting you at just the right spot to make you come. 

Through brutal slaps, he mumbles something, his words getting blurred from his heavy breaths. It vibrates your skull, making your spine shake against his broad chest, but you still catch shreds of his words. 

“Th-There you go, I can feel it coming...Let go. Be a good girl and squeeze. Get that pretty pussy tight.”

Under his control, you’re hurtled over the edge in tight pleasure, moaning his name as he keeps thrusting. Your hips legs shake and your stomach contracts under the knife. 

He follows behind you closely, snapping his hips a few more times, before burying himself deep inside you. He stays there, groaning your name as he pumps you full of his release. 

Only when it’s over, when the world stops spinning and your muscles cry for rest, only then does Boba finally pull out, tossing the knife across the hull. The loud clank it makes when it hits a crate signals your near collapse. Your pussy is still contracting at the sudden emptiness, muscles swirling around his cum until it pearls at your entrance. 

His hands find your waist just in time before your knees to give out. Messy and spent, you slide down the wall with him right behind you. 

And just like that, he’s tender. 

He adjusts you in his arms until you’re cradled against his chest. With your legs thrown over his lap, he scoots back until his back is resting against the wall. Kissing your temple, he strokes your cheek, “Is this what you had in mind when you said rougher?”

You nod, continuing to melt into him, mumbling an incoherent appreciation. 

He presses another kiss to your temple, this one harder than the first to match the desperation in his words. “For fucks sake, don’t ever do that again. When I say run, you run.” 

“You’re worth saving.”

He lets out a snort and shakes his head, readjusting you in his lap. He can feel his pants dampening as a small puddle of his release drips out of you. Not that he cares — you’re safe and he’s safe and that’s all that matters.

“Whatever you say, princess.”

You want to smack him, and you might have if you weren’t so damn tired. Instead, you settle in his arms as you slide your own arms around his middle. 

“To me you are.”

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[thefact0rygirl]

HOMECOMING | Boba Fett x Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Boba Fett x Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Dom!Boba, bdsm elements, light bdsm, degradation, spitting, face slapping, pussy slapping, female masturbation, voyeurism, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, mention of a safe word, alluding to a size kink, breeding kink, penetrative sex (p in v), creampie, vaginal plugging

A/N: This is the follow-up to Late Night Romantics. I tried to write this in such a way that you don’t need to read LNR before this, but if you do, you can read LNR here. 

{late night romantics} {masterlist} {cross-posted on ao3}

“That’s not yours.”

You choke, all functions coming to a screeching halt. Your eyes shoot open to see the menacing bounty hunter staring down at you. 

Boba Fett is back. And he’s pissed. 

You look like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. And in a backwards way, you sort of are. 

Your last communication from Boba was over a week ago. It was a simple message, but with enough punch to leave you struggling ever since. 

ETA 7 standard days. Don’t touch yourself until then. I’ll know if you do. 

If the phrase “fuck around and find out” could materialize itself, it would be as Boba Fett. He is not someone to cross in life and in sex, and you had every intention of following his order. Truly. 

But then seven days turned into nine and Slave I had yet to break through the atmosphere of your home planet. You couldn’t wait to feel his weight on top of you, but you also were growing increasingly frustrated.

The thought of him, his body on yours, his rough hands grasping your throat...

Even if they were just whispers of your imagination, they had you sexually frustrated and miserable. Waiting for his touch again felt like a divine punishment and a divine reward rolled into one.

It was another night of tossing and turning when you kicked off your blanket in an exasperated huff. 

It’s not like he’s even in the same system as you…

Your hands slide under your tunic, dancing across your stomach before moving in opposite directions — one to massage your chest and the other to your pulsing core. It doesn’t take much to warm yourself up, with one hand pumping in and out while the other moved against your clit as you chased sweet release. You were almost there, toes curling and muscles tensing, when his surly voice broke the midnight silence. 

Oh seven hells, he’s going to kill you.

Frozen with your hands still between your legs, you feel your wetness forming a wet spot on your sheets. You couldn’t even bullshit your way out of it, it’s obvious what you were doing and Maker knows how long he had been lurking in the shadows. 

The fact that his helmet blocks you from reading his expression only adds to the fear-riddled pleasure growing in your lower half. He says nothing, standing still with his hands on his hips. You know you should move, but your brain is still stuttering from your almost orgasm and Boba looming over you. 

Throat dry, you struggle with every lungful of air. “I, uh, didn’t hear you come in.”

“That was the point.”

“But—”

“But what? You wouldn’t have touched yourself?”

There is no mercy in his voice, no affection. Boba crouches down until his helmet inches away from your face. He’s right next to you. If it wasn’t for his helmet, you could feel his hot breath against your cheek. 

You don’t brave to look at him, keeping your eyes glued to the ceiling and hope it would cave in. That’s a better option than whatever punishment Boba has planned for you. 

“I rush across the galaxy, thinking you’re being a good girl,” He grips your chin, forcing you to turn towards him. “And I find you playing with my pussy.”

“I’m sorry,” You whisper, words fuddling together from his death grip.

He scoffs, “No you’re not. But you will be.”

He shoves your chin away only to slap your cheek, his leather gloves leaving behind a stinging pain. 

He stands, nodding towards your tunic. “Take it off.”

You swallow, but remain frozen in place, watching him stalk to the end of the bed. 

“Did I stutter?”

He’s like a predator seeking its prey and there is no escape. You do as you’re told, pulling the tunic off your body while Boba wraps a hand around each of your ankles. He yanks you forward until your legs are dangling off the bed on each side of him. Hissing from the abrupt movement, the top layer of your skin burns to compliment the stinging on your cheek. 

Finding a crumb of confidence, you sit up on your elbows to see Boba ripping his helmet off. His upset is written all over his face, from the dark shadows under his sunken eyes to his clenched jaw, he is not happy. 

“Boba,” You whimper as he forces your legs wide open so he can kneel between them. Leaning down, he lets his breath punctuate his words against your wet folds. 

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Y—Yours.”

“That’s right,” A sharp slap lands on top of your cunt. Your jerk away as jagged pain jolts mixes with your existing arousal. “And I’m gonna use it as I want. This pussy is mine.”

With his dark eyes locked with yours, he dives in. Flattening his tongue, he licks broad, flat stroke along your slit. Back and forth, up and down, letting you indulge in what you have been dreaming about. Because of your solo session, it doesn’t take long for the familiar pleasure to bubble up. 

He is careful to leave your sensitive clit alone, for now, instead focusing his attention to your entrance. Your legs tense when he pokes his tongue inside you to scoop up a bead of your arousal. The sweet taste blooms on his tongue, and he can’t help but go back in for seconds.  

“Fuck, nothing sweeter in the galaxy. Did you miss my tongue?”

You nod, eyes trained on the sight of him lapping your core. “Yes, I missed your tongue.”

“You miss me?” His lips lock around your clit and moans, the vibrations buzzing through you. 

“Yes!” You cry as you revel in his tongue running along your clitoral hood, coaxing your sensitive nub out. Feeling your legs move to close around his head, Boba pushes back, keeping them pinned as he speeds up his assault. He continues sucking, his tongue lewd and lascivious, until you explode. 

Heart slamming and belly clenching, you surrender to Boba, moaning as ecstasy sears you, leaving your sensibility burned to ash. He laps up every last drop you give him, carrying you through your orgasm until it’s too much. Pleasure fades from your body, but he continues with delicate strokes, swallowing up your release until your nerves cry out in pain. 

Your shaky hands move to his head in an attempt to push him away, “B—Boba, I can’t.”

“You can,” He plunges his fingers inside you. “And you will.”

The pleasure grinds against your nerves with every spiked thrust of his fingers. “I didn’t haul ass for one, pathetic orgasm. You stop when I say so.”

You hiccup over your breath, your hands yanking on the short curls until you’re certain you’re pulling hair. 

Boba stops, hovering over your clit. “Do you need to use your safe word?”

The safe word.

Even when Boba is rough and dominating, overstimulating you as he takes and takes from you, there’s a surprising lovingness in there. Something sweet to soothe the pain. Something to keep you eager for more. 

You have been replaying the same image for weeks now, rubbing yourself to a weak release, and now he is here. Even through the pains of overstimulation, you don’t want it to end. 

You want this. 

You want to fall apart, give yourself to him and maybe, just maybe, he won’t leave for another bounty. He’ll stay with you, wrapped in a cocoon of blankets and love, and pump you full of his seed. 

You shake your head, loosening your grip on his hair as the green light for him to continue. And he does. Back on you, he strokes quick flicks at your sensitive nub while pumping his fingers inside you. With every stroke to your g-spot, ache muddles with pleasure, filling your head and veins. From there, all it takes is his gruff voice to set off another shattering orgasm.

“Come now. Right now.”

Vision darkening, you grind against his face feeling your dripping juices coat his chin and mouth. 

When he finally pulls away, he wraps a hand under your jaw and squeezes his fingers into the joints until your mouth falls into an ‘o’ shape. 

“Open.”

He reels back and spits, a mixture of his saliva and your taste landing on your tongue. He watches your throat bob as you swallow and murmurs, “Dirty little brat.”

Loosening his grip on your jaw, he lets you sit up only to crash your lips together. Your spirits pull together as his tongue twines with yours in a fight for control. You hear fabric shuffling before Boba pulls away to finish undoing the pants on his flight suit. 

His wicked laugh cools the remnants of your burning orgasm. “Should’ve listened, little one. Should’ve been good because now I’m not letting you go.”

Grabbing his cock he slides it back and forth across your pussy letting your juices mix together with his precum. 

His other hand travels to the nape of your neck, wrapping around and forcing your head down until your chin is buried in your chest. 

“Eyes open,” Boba sighs, watching your hole flutter against his head. “Watch me split you.”

You’re so wet, stickiness covering your thighs, but even so, he’s too big. Too thick for you to take all at once, no matter how wet you are…or how desperate.

With you hypnotized at the sight of him entering you, he moves his hands to grip your hips. He drags you back and forth on his cock, easing in a little bit farther each time. Your hips jerk, but he holds you still, letting you feel every inch of his thick cock invade you.

Taking you.

Claiming you. 

“That’s it. Take it like a good girl. C’mon, I know you can.”

You whine, fisting the sheets once he’s finally sheathed inside of you. The familiar scratch of his flight suit brushes your inner thighs. 

“Boba, you’re so big.”

Boba leans forward, biting your neck before growling in your ear, “Fuck. How are so fucking tight?”

“Me? Did you get bigger?”

He laughs, smiling for the first time that night. “No, pretty girl. Still the same.”

He can claim anger and upset for as long as he chooses, but deep down he missed you. His mouth pushes against yours again in a burning, mind-numbing kiss. You trace his bottom lip with your tongue as he pulls out, leaving you almost entirely before sinking back it. You cry out, breaking your connected lips, as he starts moving in blunt thrusts, working through your tight muscles. 

There is nothing slow or gentle about his movements. He is entering you over and over again, hard and fast just like you had imagined every night. 

With a particularly hard thrust, he lunges forward to pin you down to the bed. His forearms cage you in between him as his hands craddle your head. With your foreheads pressed together, he whispers dirty little nothings into your ear.

“Thought about you every night.”

Thrust.

“Seeing you play with yourself in that shitty hologram — Fuck — was ready to leave it all.”

Thrust.

“Your p-pretty pussy never looked more beautiful stuffed with my come.”

Thrust.

“Did you think of me? Think of being my little cum bucket?”

You loose yourself to him, eyes screwing shut, as desperate desire makes your pussy clench around him.  “Yes, Maker, yes. Every f—fucking time.”

He moves deeper and faster, pumping into you with surging desperation. “Who makes you feel this good?”

“You! Only you!”

“Fucking right it’s only me.”

You cry out, cunt clenching around him as you come. You are nothing but your body, sweet spasms rushing over you as you rise in the air on clouds of ecstasy. 

Boba admires you, watching your eyes roll back as your brows scrunch in pleasure. You’re beautiful, fucked out and consumed by pleasure only he can bring you. 

He doesn’t spare you a moment to recover, keeping his brutal pace steady as your ride out your orgasm. Once again, he brings you into the realm of overstimulation, demanding more. 

“Again.”

“N—no, oh! I can’t.”

“That wasn’t a fucking request,” He bites your shoulder, hard enough to break skin as he slides a hand between the two of you.

“Time to let everyone know you’re mine,” He rubs your clit without mercy. “Fuck a baby into you. Make everyone know who you belong to. “

You’re twisting from one side to the other, your hands crawling at his flight suit as your body burned from his thrusts. 

“One more. Right fucking now.”

“Maker, Boba!”

It’s too intense, too much, and there was no way to escape it. He spears into you until there is not an inch of empty space between you. You shudder, lava flowing through your veins, as you fall apart for the final time. 

Just when you think you’re going to burst into flames, Boba’s hips sputter and he moans your name. He fills you, twitching against your tight walls as he paints your insides white.

His hips are still rocking into you with tiny thrusts when he collapses on top of you. His weight makes it harder to catch your breath, but you could care less. You’re just happy he’s back. 

Shuffling around, you wrap your arms around his neck as you lay in silence, still connected as he softens inside of you. Bodies sweaty and hearts thumping, you let your feats bleed out, as if they were nothing. As if you both hadn’t craved each other for weeks. 

Boba is the first to move, much to your dismay. Kissing your temple, he reaches behind you to grab a pillow before pulling himself up. He rolls the pillow up before moving a hand under your lower back.

“Lift your hips.”

With his help, you lift your lower half just far enough in order for him to shove the rolled-up pillow under your backside. Your hips are now raised off the bed at an angle.

“Good girl,” He coos, unzipping a pocket on his utility belt. “Just stay there.”

“I need to clean up,” You protest watching as the corner of his mouth pulls up. That mischievous glint is back as he looks down at you. Kriff, what does he have planned now?

That’s when you see it — shiny metal morphed into a bulbous shape with a wide base. 

“No you don’t,” He pulls out from your gripping heat and lines the metal plug up to your abused hole. “You’re keeping my cum in you all night.”

You shiver as Boba pushes the plug inside until your opening is effectively blocked. None of his cum would be escaping; and with the rolled pillow under you, maybe his seed would take.

“Boba,” The cold metal soothes your hot walls. “What is this?”

He leans down to kiss you, “Pretty baby, I told I was gonna breed you.”

He pushes your tangled hair away from your sweaty forehead, admiring the way your eyes widen. 

“We’re not wasting a drop. And tomorrow I’ll fuck you again. And again. And again. Until you’re swollen with my child.”

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Hello!! I would love to read a Drabble about #41 and #98 with Boba off the NSFW Prompt list 😈❤️

I threw in a tiny bit of Din because more bucketheads is always a good thing. I hope you like it ily bestie

Rating: Explicit 18+

NSFW Prompt: “What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” and “I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot.”

Pairing: Boba Fett x Fem!Reader, mentions of Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 868

Warnings: Masturbation, grinding, daddy kink, allusions to voyeurism

“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?”

“Boba.” Your voice is clipped with annoyance after you spent the last hour grinding on his thigh. If you weren’t so desperate to come, you would slap him.

He only chuckles, dark and dangerous, as his hands slide around your hips to keep you in place. Tipping your head back to rest against his shoulder, you look up to see a flash of teeth, his lips pulled back into a sharp, almost feral smirk.

“Told you I want to see,” His fingers rub taunting circles into your flesh. “Show me just how worked up you are.”

You’re already so wet that your fingers slide easily down the sides of your clit and through your folds. Your neck vibrates as a deep and satisfied hum erupts from his throat at the sight of your compliance.

“There you go,” He nips the shell of your ear as you settle into his lap.

With his approval, your fingers move to rub against your clit, starting slow before picking up speed from his lustful whispers and sharp bites on your neck.

He sings your praises when he sees your other hand move down to tease your dripping entrance, “Such an obedient thing. Keep going.”

You’re surrounded by him. His Palace, his throne, his scent, his hands, everything — he is all around you, keeping you in a hazy fog of him as the pleasure in your stomach grows. You’re close to release, fingers moving faster against your clit as you curl a second finger inside.

But even with his hot breath on your neck, it’s hard for your mind not to wander to Din sleeping just down the hall. Squeezing your eyes shut, the thought of your employer adds a twinge of guilt to your growing arousal. And you have no reason to feel guilty — Din and you are not a thing. Never have been, never will be.

It’s a tragically cliche story of unrequited love — he hired you to maintain his ship and occasionally babysit his little, green son. Along the way, you added longing over the beskar-clad man to your list of responsibilities.

Boba, of course, knew the second he saw your heartfelt looks for the man who referred to you strictly as a close friend. And in true Boba fashion, he doesn't give a flying fuck who you yearn for — he’s more interested in seeing how worked up he can make you.

“Oh, come on, you can get louder. Don’t you want him to hear?”

The sheer mention of Din makes your hips buck against your hand as you bite back the moan of a certain name, one both of you know is on the tip of your tongue.

You know he won’t mind if Din’s name slips out, but you mind. For some reason, you don’t want Boba to feel like he is the next best thing. Yes, they are both fearsome bounty hunters who just so happen to also be Mandalorians, but they’re different. Boba has his own aura, his own attractiveness that makes him unique.

“He’s a fool. I’d move star systems just to see how wet your pretty pussy gets.”

Your approaching release makes it difficult to tell, but it’s as if he wants you to moan Din’s name. Maybe even loud enough to wake him and find you getting off on his throne.

When only whimpers escape past your shut lips, he rolls your hips back until your feel his swelling hardness against your back. That’s when you lose it, forcing the first thing out of your mouth.

“Oh, stars, daddy!”

He groans, pulling you back against his hard cock once more. Maybe it’s your imagination, but you swear you feel his cock jump.

“Daddy, eh?” He purrs in your ear. “Never thought I’d hear you say that. Fuck, that’s hot.”

Your pussy is blood flushed and swollen in arousal as your fingers grow wetter with every thrust and curl.

“You want me to be your daddy?”

Your nod is about as erratic as your movements. The combination of your movements has you scrabbling not to slide off his lap. If it wasn’t for his hands keeping you in place, you would end up on the floor.

“Daddy...” You call for him again just to hear his own voice react in that familiar and satisfying grunt.

It’s the only thing you can do with Boba flooding your senses. It’s all him — his hot breath against your neck, his gruff voice egging you on, his cock against your back, and his teeth on your neck, biting your flesh.

Your hips twist as your hands move faster on a particular deep thrust into your heat. Moaning once more, the throne room blurs in your vision as your orgasm approaches full force. l

“You’re doing so well, little one.”

He trails hot, wet kisses up your neck and you can feel him throbbing under your ass. You grind back against him hard just to feel him again, and he grips your hips hard enough to bruise.

“Gonna fuck you so hard you forget his name. I’ll have you bouncing on my dick until all you know is daddy.”

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LATE NIGHT ROMANTICS | Boba Fett x Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Boba Fett x Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: A late-night comm with Boba turns nasty as he helps you work off your built up sexual frustration.

Warnings: Guided masturbation, mutual masturbation, dom!boba, breeding kink, pet names, some name calling

A/N: I dunno, man, that comic panel just DOES things. Also, I accidentally deleted my most recent taglist 🤦‍♀️ So if you asked to be tagged and you weren’t tagged, I promise I’m not ignoring you, I’m just dumbass. Just let me know and I can add you back! 

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Moonlight pours in through your open window, shining like the softest of flashlights as it traveled with a graceful ease.

Too bad it does nothing to ease your own frustration. 

“Fuck…” You sigh, slowly sitting up in bed before cradling your head in your hands. Your hair is a mess but the heat radiating between your legs feels messier. 

Not to sound overdramatic, but you are in hell. 

You have slowly discovered the tenth circle of hell: never-ending sexual frustration. Involuntary celibacy thanks to Boba Fett.

Boba is off-world chasing a bounty. Some spice smuggler with a hefty price tag on his head. He didn’t expect it to take long, promising to be back by the next moon cycle. 

Well, the new moon cycle started three days ago and Boba still isn’t back. He would contact your through the commlink he left you, but your conversations were too short and too sporadic to get an estimate of when he would be returning.

They were just playful, dirty chats to keep him in the front of your mind and your thighs clench in anticipation. While you were able to take care of your own needs with your toys and hands, satisfaction soon tapered off. 

It just wasn’t the same. 

For the past few nights, you would crawl into bed and close your eyes, replaying your sexcapades with Boba until you could muster out a weak orgasm. Enough to lull you to sleep, but not strong enough to keep the ache away the next day. 

And now apparently in the middle of the night. 

You look to the commlink on the bedside table, as if you somehow missed its obnoxious ringing whenever there is an incoming transmission. Boba hasn’t contacted you in 6 standard days and you are starting to worry. He has more enemies than friends and while he can handle himself, you can’t help but overanalyze the little information you do know about his mission.

Groaning, you scoot back until your back is resting against the wall. You can feel your thighs begin to dampen from your arousal. It’s still early, your room covered in a midnight blue tint. And it’s not like you can do anything else...

Before your rational side could persuade you to go back to sleep, your fingers slip under the blanket until they reach your damp sex. Hands moving fast, you start massaging your clit, gasping at the sweet sensation. You are too frustrated for foreplay. 

You’re over it. You just want one, decent orgasm. 

“Mmm,” You shiver as you stroke yourself, breathing heavy as your fingers smear your arousal. 

You can feel your orgasm bubbling, ready to chase your frustrations away, when the high-pitched beeping of your commlink rings out. 

Boba. 

“Thank the Maker,” You mutter, jerking your arms away from your legs to accept the incoming hologram. 

“Morning pretty girl,” His voice rumbles out with a deep timber, the weight of your arousal anchoring you to that moment. “Did I wake you up?”

You shake your head, adjusting the comm until it was facing you directly. 

Even through the grainy hologram, Boba looks imposing. With his chest puffed out and legs spread wide, he takes up every available space in the captain’s chair of Slave I. He looks as relaxed as he does assertive. 

He has this mischievous, corrupt twinkle in his eyes that adds to his intimidating demeanor. There’s something in the way he looks at you. He isn’t just looking at you, he’s observing you, controlling his expressions in order to have a particular effect on you. 

“When are you coming back?” You ask, squeezing your thighs under the blanket. 

“Soon,” Boba doesn’t miss the shuffling blanket, or the fact that you’re wearing one of his shirts. “Did I interrupt something?”

“No,” Your cheeks warm under his coy smirk. “I just miss you.”

Adjusting in his seat, he lifts a leg so his boot his propped up on the dashboard in front of him. “Yeah? Your little cunt still hot for me?”

“Of course.”

“Poor baby, neglected for so long,” He muses, smirking when he sees your eyes dart down to his crotch. He’s already half hard and he knows you can see him straining against his flight suit.

“You said two weeks,” You whine from your insistent sexual frustration. 

“Shit happens.”

You huff, burying your chin in your neck as your bottom lip juts out. Boba can’t help the groan rumbling in his chest at your childish display. He drops a hand down to his crotch to palm himself. 

“Fuck, you look so good right now. You’re wet, aren’t you?”

Maybe you should be embarrassed at how well Boba knows your body, but you are past sensibility. You’re horny as fuck and you want him back. Now. 

“So wet,” You muse, eyes looking back up in a shiny, defocused gaze. You soften your tone in an effort to lure Boba back, “I want you back.”

“Put on a show then, little one. Give me a reason to hurry home.”

You rip the blanket and shirt off your body with more desperation than you’d like, but you are desperate. The constant pulsing between your legs never seems to disappear and now with Boba in front of you, you don’t want to wait. Anything to get him back to you faster. 

Straightening your back against the wall, you part your legs slowy like they are heavy, velvet curtains on a theater stage. Despite the pixelated image, Boba can see your glistening folds. He groans at the sight, muttering a quiet “fuck” as the leather seat squeaks under his shifting weight. 

With your hunger on full display, your hands palm the soft swells of your chest, fingers running circles around your nipples before moving to caress the budding tips. 

You focus on massaging your chest as Boba murmurs, “That feels good, doesn’t it? I know how sensitive they are, especially if you’re as needy as you say you are. Tell me how it feels, princess.”

“So good,” You whine as you start getting rougher. Pinching and pulling, you start twisting your nipples, your breath hitches every time your fingers touch your little nubs. You hear rustling coming through the static on the other end, like clothing was being adjusted…or removed. 

“Let go, princess. Don’t be too rough, save that for me,” His voice grates against your pent up tension. 

With how embittered you are, you’re surprised you follow his instructions, dropping your hands from your chest to rest at your sides. 

“And when is that going to be?”

“Soon.” He sounds so unbothered, as if he isn’t straining against his flight suit. “Let’s play a game, little one.”

Your groan in disagreement, your eyes narrow at his assertive posture.

He ignores you, “It’s a simple game. All you have to do is follow my instructions. Do exactly what I say and I’ll make sure you cum. What do you say?”

You want to hit back, snap back that he needs to hurry up and end the transmission before he can respond, but you hold back your retaliation with tight lips. The anchor of desire grows heavier in your belly. 

“Okay,” You whimper out, adjusting your back against the cold headboard. 

“Good. Just do as I say and I’ll be very happy with my little girl. Disobey me and I’ll have to punish you. You don’t want that, do you?”

“No.”

“No, what?”

Oh, he is in one of those moods. “No, sir.”

Boba groans at your response, hand ruffling inside his flight suit. 

“Good girl. See how simple this is?”

“Yes, sir.” 

“Let’s play. Can you close your eyes, little one? Just focus on my voice right now, hands to your side.”

The last thing you see is Boba’s cock snuggled in the tight grip of his hand. Taking a deep breath, you focus on the dry air filling your lungs and the deafening silence of the night. You can’t hear anything, the world is asleep, save for Boba’s static voice playing through the comm. 

“That’s it. Deep breaths, pretty girl.”

“Just keep listening to my words. I want you calm and still.”

It’s like he’s at your ear, crouched next to you whispering dirty words of encouragement for you to relax. 

Boba watches as you breathe like it’s an art form, your chest rising and falling in steady and serene motions.

“Why don’t you slide your hand down your body?” He instructs, his hungry eyes following your hands as they run over your stomach and chest. He’s throbbing in his hand, fingers tightening as he wishes he could feel his calloused hands run across your soft flesh. 

“That’s it, little one. Up and down. Imagine it’s my hand gliding up and down your skin.”

Boba eats up your compliance, his grip on his cock tightening as he slowly starts pumping himself. 

“Tell me, little one. What made you so needy? Hmm?”

“You,” You squirm uncomfortably as your fingers ghost over your warm skin, the tiny hairs standing up as your nerves crackle from the light touch. 

He chuckled, sounding amused at your reluctance, “What specifically, little one?” 

It isn’t a total lie. You were thinking about him and his last night before he left. You were closing in on your fourth orgasm and Boba on his second. He kept pounding in to you, keeping his large hand on the back of your neck, forcing you to look at the juncture where you both were connected. The white, creamy mixture of your previous releases was spraying against your thighs and his crotch. He had already came in you, but he kept going, pounding faster and rougher than before. 

Your eyes roll back as you bite your bottom lip when you think of a him coming inside you for the last time. He stilled inside of you, sheathing himself as he pumped ribbons of white into your already stuffed cunt. You were already filled from his las load, that now with the his second, he was leaking out, coating him in his ow release, before falling in heavy clumps onto the bed. 

You whimper, knowing you can’t stall too long, “Your last night, when you came inside me.”

“Oh, you liked that? You liked it when I made you my cum bucket?”

You whimper at his brash words, flames licking up your sides. The wetness between your legs was growing until you now had your own damp spot forming on the sheets beneath you. 

“It’s okay if you did, little one.”

“You were such a dirty girl that night, begging for my cum…Come and get it…Take my pussy…”

Fuck, you don’t even remember saying that. Your hand moves closer your pussy as you strangle out, “I like feeling you drip, like you’re claiming me for yourself.” 

It was the feeling of fullness, the need for him to fill you. A way for him to take you. 

“Should get you plug, keep you filled with my seed.” His voice was like a growl, a force so strong it makes your knees weak.

“How much do you want to touch your pussy?”

“So much, please. It aches,” Blood rushes to your clit, and the little bud becomes swollen, making you more sensitive.

“Mmm, that’s what I love to hear. Brush a finger over your slit. Just one quick swipe. Tell me how that feels.”

Your cunt is sticky, hot, and throbbing as you slide a tentative finger up your slit. You sigh at the feeling and squirm uncomfortably, your eyes fluttering open for a second. You rip your hand away to rest against your stomach. You don’t trust yourself to not touch yourself again. 

“I’m so wet, sir. Can I have more?”

“Of course. You’re doing so well. Do it again, but firmer this time. Feel how wet you are.” 

His own hand is moving faster against his length, and you can hear the rhythmic rustling of fabric as he strokes himself. You moan, knowing he’s just as turned on as you. You run your tongue along your lips, droplets of precum leaking and smearing with each pump of his hand.

“I can see how wet you are, pretty girl. I wish I could feel your juices leaking on my cock. Do you want that, too?”

“Please, please, please,” You chant as a shiver runs up your spine. 

“Fuck you’re so needy.” 

“You’re toys just can’t help, poor baby.”

“Needs a cock or she goes crazy.”

“That true? Can’t live without me fucking you?”

Repeating your actions, you drag a finger up and down your slit, your muscles tensing every time each time you brush against your swollen clit. Your wetness is coating the pads of your fingers as they start to prune. 

“I love that. Rub your clit, pretty girl. Let me hear you moan.”

You spread your wetness on your clit as you draw circles around it, “Ohh, Boba…”

“Fuck you look so beautiful. I know we both wish it was my hand instead. I’ll be home soon, I promise.”

“Boba, sir...” 

You rub faster, your hand working on your flesh. You were so close, your anchor of arousal dragging you farther down as if pulling you through your bed. 

“I’m so proud of you. So obedient. Use your fingers, little one. Show me how wet you are.”

“Mmmmm…” Your hips thrust up against your finger and curl it in an attempt to find that one sweet spot.

“Good girl, keep going…Deeper.”

“That’s it. All the way.”

The sound of slapping skin erupts over the comm with Boba’s smoky voice, “Just one finger? That enough baby?”

You shake your head, curling another inside of you. You gasp at the additional fullness, desire ringing out through your body. 

“Good girl, get them nice and deep in your cunt.”

“Gather your cum, baby. Now, drag it out for me. Show me your juices.”

You groan at his demand, but comply pulling out your sticky finger and raising it in from of you. Boba looks more strained than his voice. Hunched over in his seat, one hand is fisting his hard cock while the other is gripping the armrest. 

“Ohh, good girl, so obedient.” He moans, watching your fingers shine like rays of sunlight. 

“Now, suck on your fingers. Taste yourself.”

Your mouth is soft and warm as your cool fingers rest against your tongue. Your body rings with pleasure as your sweet taste pools in your tastebuds. You never look away from Boba, watching as his eyes crack at the sight of your lips wrapped around your fingers. 

“Shit, you’re so fucking pretty. You like how you taste? I wish I could taste you, have you soak my face.”

His chanting is too erotic, a slow torture due to the insufficient pleasure you are experiencing. You are so swollen from arousal, you’re ready to burst. You want so desperately to slam your thighs shut for some relief, all you can do is whine from the pent up frustration. 

“Slide your fingers back inside. Get them nice and deep in your tight pussy.” Boba grunts, as he moves his other hand down his flight suit to pull out his balls. 

“Ah—Boba!” You moan as your pussy contracts around your fingers. 

“There you go…Keep going, pretty girl.”

“Make sure to rub your clit, too. Round and round.”

You rub faster as your back arches off the wall. You’re moving, hot and flustered, as you can’t find a comfortable spot. 

“Boba, sir — It feels s-so good.”

He pumps himself harder at the sight of your fingering yourself. Your silent room is now filling with the modulated sound of his slapping skin. He inhales deep, as if he swallowed enough air he could smell you. You drove him crazy, even through a poor resolution hologram. 

“Good girl…F—Fuck. I’ll be home soon. You know soon I’ll be buried deep inside your little cunt.”

Your fingers dive deepened as your tight circles on your clit bring you to a new high. You throw your head back as your moans grow louder as your sensitive nub shoot messages of pleasure up your spine. 

“Keep rubbing your clit, pretty girl.”

“Get yourself nice and close.”

“T—There you go, right to the edge. But don’t come.”

He keeps talking, his words feeding your body with pleasure until you were close to breaking. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you find yourself at the peak. You’re frantic, erratic in your pleas for Boba to let you climax. 

“Behave, little one. You’re not allowed to cum until I say so.”

Each rough stroke of his cock punctuates his words, “Yes. You. Can.”

“Pleaseee...Ah— Sir, I can’t,” You cry, letting your pooling tears fall at the though of denial. “Just one. I— I can’t wait until you’re back.”

“If you want it, then beg. Beg like a cock hungry slut.” He’s cruel, he can see the way your hole is convulsing and clenching on your fingers. He just wants to hear your needy words so he can release his own frustration. You look so beautiful, so desperate, with doe eyes as you look to him as if he is your savior. 

You chest heaves from the choppy breaths you take between words, “Please, Boba. Please, I need it. I’m desperate. I just want your thick cock to stretch me. I’ll do anything for you. I promise. I’ll be good.”

He releases a needy sigh, his balls preparing to shoot his load all over his hand and chest plate. He leans forward getting closer to the hologram like he is planning to crawl through the transmission.

“Anything, you say? What about letting me breed you? Make your stomach swell with my child. Would you let me do that?”

You nod in eager agreement, your fingers still working you, keeping you on the edge of climax. You whimper with each rub on your clit, each curl of your fingers as they work in and out of your tight hole. 

“You ready for me to breed you?”

“Yes!”

“Then come, little one. Let me see that pussy flutter.” 

Unable to keep his own composure, his hand move erratically, matching the pace of your pumping fingers. He craves the sweet release from weeks of sexual frustration just as much as you. 

“Thank you, sir” you whisper, chewing your lip as your fingers move faster against your core. It doesn’t take long until you are overflowing with pleasure. The momentum inside of you breaks, pounding against the wall of desire, engulfing your body as you shake against your ministrations. 

The wet sounds coming from your pussy made your cheeks burn in embarrassment and Boba to moan louder than before. 

“That’s it, little one. Come for me.”

The walls crack and the earth beneath shakes. Every nerve in your body fires at the same time, lifting your body off the bed. Your hands are drenched in your release as the pulsing vibrations of your orgasms wash over you. You can’t think straight, all you can do is chant Boba, Boba, Boba again and again. 

Through your foggy pleasure, you can hear Boba’s own disgruntled moans. His stamina is draining as he works himself in his hand. The pressure in his stomach finally bursts into pure ecstasy and he moans your name to announce his release. His hips buck against his hand as warm washes of white spill out on his hand and chest plate. 

His eyes snap shut, the feeling of his hot cum bringing him back to his favorite image: you on all fours, so vulnerable and lewd, as your pussy contracts to push globs of his cum out. His thumb involuntarily moves against the head of his cock, pretending he’s stroking your sensitive clit on not his own member. 

You are numb, finally drained of all your pent up energy. The world slows down, even after you open your eyes and look at Boba’s disheveled state. he’s spread out, legs spread wide open and limp, as he holds his softening cock. You see the white stripes painting his hand and chest and you wish you could lick it off. 

Drowsiness finally seeps into your muscles and you feel yourself start to loose connection to the world. 

“Boba..” You whisper, trying to think of something to keep him with you. 

He calls your name, softly to not disturb your descent into sleep. There wasn’t a scene in this world that could look sexier than you did in that very moment. He wanted to relish in your sweaty body, but he could see your body shutting down, finally succumbing to the sleep it had been deprived. 

“Go to sleep, little one. I’ll be home soon. I promise.”

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Congrats on 300! I'd love to see #50 with Boba saying something like that to reader.

Thank you! This was fun to write ❤️ Hope you like it 💗

Rating: Explicit 18+

NSFW Prompt: “I want it. I want to taste you.”

Pairing: Boba Fett x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 887

Warnings: mention of squirting, oral sex (f receiving), creampie, cum eating

He always manages to make a mess out of you.

Boba’s stare is brazen and bold as he sits between your spread legs, keeping them slung over his shoulders as you try to catch your breath. He’s up to something, there’s something suspicious behind his eyes, but with you reduced to a pile of jelly, all you can do is lay there in anticipation.

Your cunt is completely ruined — flushed and pulsating and wet. Absolutely soaked. The sides of your thighs, the creases of your thigh, everything glistens under the overhead lights. Even the blanket underneath you is dark from your slick.

He groans at the thick ropes of his cum that paint you in stripes. Running over your folds and along your lower stomach where he had pulled out to finish on you. It’s like icing on a cake, and he’s a man with an insatiable sweet tooth.

“Maker, you’re so beautiful like this,” he groans, sliding down the bed until you are all he can see. Even in post-orgasmic bliss, your lower muscles can’t remain relaxed under his intense gaze. His breath is fanning out against your wet thighs making your muscles tighten.

Up close you look even better, you’re ethereal, shimmering like you are your own star system, and he can’t resist — his tongue peaks out between his lips and runs along your thighs. He is slow and lazy, unhurried as his taste buds drown in your taste. Licking higher and higher, he keeps his face pressed against your skin until it’s just a sticky of a mess as you are.

Event through exhaustion, warm arousal starts to spread as you instinctively spread your legs a little wider. The returning desperation has your toes curling and your body locking up.

“Boba, I —”

“Hush,” He murmurs, shooting you a pointed look, as he dips down to lick up a particularly large glob of his cum from your stomach. “Relax for me.”

Your lower muscles are tightening as quickly as they are throbbing. You can’t relax with him licking up the last of his arousal from your skin. Gasping his name, every muscle in your body flexed under his mouth. The pounding arousal is rushing in your ears, but you can faintly hear his own moans vibrating against the walls.

His hands tighten around your thighs to hold you in place and, oh fuck, he isn’t stopping any time soon.

Boba has tasted himself before, of course, but it isn’t his taste that has him grinding into the mattress. It’s the salty taste of him mixed with the sweet taste of you that makes his cock throb.

With your stomach licked clean and his face thoroughly drenched, he moves back to your abused center just in time to see a white pearl of his cum falling out of you. Before it can travel down, his tongue stops its course.

“You taste so good,” He must have heard your scoff when he pushes back. “You do. Sweetest pussy in the galaxy.”

As if to prove it, he lays another broad stripe on your cunt, this time taking time to prod his tongue against your entrance to push out another bead of cum. The feeling makes you buck your hips before hissing at him, “Boba!”

“I want it,” He murmurs, nipping at your thighs before holding your legs up higher. “I want to taste you. Taste us.”

His hands move until he’s pulling your folds apart, your wet folds making it hard for him to maintain his grip. Watching hungrily as another blob oozes out, he leans in to lick it up, growling at the taste and licking again and again, catching every bit that leaks out of you. Not a single droplet misses his eager mouth.

“Greedy man,” You strain as you squirm against him, your hips arching against his mouth.

“Damn right, princess,” He growls, sealing his mouth over your cunt before curling his tongue inside of you, forcing the last remnants of his release from your tight walls.

A man on a mission, you can’t do anything to stop him. His tongue is digging into every crevice and hidden spot of your pussy, moaning when another drop falls on his tongue. His nose keeps knocking against your clit making everything inside you to surge, searing hot and wet as you start to shake.

“Boba” You breathe frantically, hips pushing back against his mouth. “Boba, I’m gonna come—”

“Do it. Come for me.”

His encouraging moans vibrating against your core does it. Everything inside you falls into nothingness, your entire being convulsing as your heels dig into his shoulders to hold him against you, not that he needs your force. Your orgasm only motivates him, causing him to push his face into your harder, licking you through your release and downing every last drop you offer.

Only when you slump against the mattress does he stop, sitting up and panting. He wipes his mouth against the back of his hand, but his face is still gleaming with slick. There are even some smeared white splotches around his mouth.

Maker, if that isn’t the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen.

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[thefact0rygirl]

ahh congratulations on 300!!! would you do 19 and 63 for boba plsss <3

Here you go, sweet anon ❤️Thank you for requesting! I changed around the order of some of the phrasing to better fit, but it’s all still there, hope that’s okay 😬

Rating: Explicit 18+

NSFW Prompt: “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” and “I said I’d take care of you, did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?”

Pairing: Boba Fett x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 501

Warnings: overstimulation, use of a vibrator, sex toys, softdom!boba

This is torture, although you shouldn’t have expected anything less from Boba Fett.

You’re splintering with every thrust from the man above you. You don’t even sound like yourself when you moan, your voice filled with a disembodied static. You’re breaking right beneath him and he can’t resist a jest at your expense.

“What’s the matter? I said I’d take care of you.”

For Boba, taking care of you meant drawing out as many orgasms from you as possible.

One, two, three, four…

However many it took until you were a fucked out mess. And today was no different. You had already come on his fingers and mouth, and now the slow-burning fire of lucky number three was building in your core.

He keeps his pace steady, deep and precise thrusts hitting that one spot every time, while one of his hands keeps a small vibrator pressed against your clit.

“Did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?”

Boba watches you, laid out so perfectly beneath him, just like he told you to. He feels your walls clenching around him, your clit throbbing against the vibrator.

You can’t bare to look at him, knowing it would all be over the second you met his gaze. Your eyes remain shut throughout it all and Boba has had enough.

He’s let you hide long enough.

If you had your eyes open, you would have seen his sharp grin and the devious glint in his eyes. He’s ready for you to milk him, squeeze him tightly as if trying to mold him to you.

Leaning down, he runs his nose along your neck, stopping at your pulse point to feel your rushing blood. He kisses you there, feeling your pulse thump against his lips before he turns up the speed of the vibrator.

“Boba!” You wail, eyes shooting open from the vibrations licking up your spine.

His free hand wraps around your neck to turn your head to the side, “That’s it, look at me.”

His voice is so soft, a stark contrast to the vulgar sounds of his snapping hips, loud squelching mixing with electronic buzzing as he keeps you locked in place.

“Keep your eyes open, baby,” He muses, the slick sound of your previous releases punctuating his snapping hips.

Your mouth opens for words that never pass your lips as he smiles down at you. The crinkles around his eyes seem deeper than usual as his jaw tightens with every movement.

Your body was burning up, flames dancing all over your skin, overheating as Boba fucks into you. Every thrusts comes harder and faster than before, you swear you can feel him in your guts.

The sound of wet flesh slapping drags you closer to the end until you’re gasping, “Fuck, Boba — ah! — I’m —”

“That’s it, keep your eyes on me,” His voice carries you into bliss as his fingers twist between you, turning the vibrator up to the highest setting.

“Come for me, you’ve been so good.”

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BEHAVE | Part 1/3 | Boba Fett x Reader

{part two} {masterlist} {taglist}

Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Boba Fett x Fem!Reader (No use of Y/N)

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, rough sex, choking, slapping, cum play, facial, dom!boba, some degradation at the end, unwanted sexual advances (no touching), possessive!boba, implied age gap (reader is of age), pet names, explicit language

A/N: here we goooo boba thots round 2! I’m debating making a second part to this, let me know if I should 👉👈 Also, I know nothing about running a criminal empire I just needed to fill in some spots okay i’m just here to get dicked down

Cross-posted on ao3

You had a lot of nerve, he’d give you that. A lot of fucking nerve.

Boba Fett had only one rule for you when it came to your residence at the Palace. It was quite simple, really - you were not allowed in the throne room during any of his, errr, “business negotiations.”

Ever. No exceptions. 

When it came to his empire, he made it clear he did not want you involved in any way, shape, or form. You weren’t his partner, like Fennec Shand, and you weren’t a smuggler who worked for him. You were his… Well, you weren’t sure what exactly you were to him. Calling yourself his girlfriend seemed too childish, and fuck buddy seemed too impersonal. You fell somewhere in between the two, but whatever you were, he didn’t want you tied up in his criminal doings. 

Boba’s reasoning for the rule was practical: the less you knew, the better. The more ignorant you were to his doings as a crime lord, there was less of a chance of you becoming a target. Your relationship with Boba (whatever it was), could be perceived as a weakness, a way for an enemy or pissed off associate to get back at him. 

You, of course, understood. You weren’t oblivious to his reputation and how he came to own his criminal empire. It was kind of hard not to know, especially on a seedy planet like Tatooine. And while you weren’t interested in getting involved, you did push back at his rule, teasing and testing the boundaries whenever he informed you to stay away from the throne room, if only to get under his skin. He didn’t call you his little brat for nothing. 

“I can defend myself!”

“No, you can’t.”

“I did the first time I met you.”

“You broke a lamp over my head.”

“Some call that self-defense.”

“Why do you want to hang around a bunch of bantha fodder criminals, anyway?”

“I hang around you, don’t I?”

“Easy there, little one.”

Teasing aside, you respected his rule and made sure to stay busy whenever he and Fennec were preoccupied in the throne room. You never interrupted, always making sure to keep a safe distance from the throne room.

So when you came tittering into the throne room, Boba couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on. He gazed at you with critical regard, watching as your hips swayed to an imaginary beat as you gave him a wistful smile. 

Maybe you were suffering from a sudden onset of amnesia. Who knew? Boba sure as hell didn’t and he was not in the mood to find out.

His patience had been wearing thin even before you walked in. He sat on his throne with Fennec standing to his right. He was meeting with one of his smugglers, a man named Kole Terrek, about a shipment. The meeting was meant to be short, 30 minutes tops, but the 30 minute mark had passed over an hour ago and Kole was still there. 

Talking. 

And talking. 

And talking some more. 

He wouldn’t shut up. He was an old contact of Fennec’s and while she warned Boba of Kole’s motormouth, it seemed to be so much worse in person. Even Fennec seemed to be at her breaking point. Her lips pursued by growing displeasure as she shifted her weight between her feet. Every so often, she would glance down at Boba, trying to will him to do something. Anything. Just…make Kole stop talking. 

Boba tried his best to remain stoic, but that was proving to be harder by the second. He sat with his back straight, legs spread, and hands resting on his knees. His muscles were stiffened and his mind became hyper-focused on Kole’s nasally voice. It bounced off the stone walls, making Boba feel as if someone was playing pingpong inside his head. When a dull pain started to throb at the base of his skull, he was ready to throw Kole out. 

And then you came in. 

You knew you shouldn’t have been there, you knew that Boba was not going to be happy. To be fair, Boba was always in a sour mood, that was sort of his thing. He was a grumpy, old man. And you were bored. 

You finished your stockpile of books and binge watched all the holovids you saved on your data pad. You struggled to keep yourself occupied while Boba and Fennec worked. 

Now, the only source of entertainment at the time was in the very room you were forbidden to enter. So yes, breaking Boba’s only rule was not the best solution for your boredom, but where was the fun in that?

You weren’t looking to get involved or interrupt. You just wanted to put on a little show for him. Give him some motivation to hurry the fuck up and get back to you. 

Earlier that afternoon, you planted your data pad under one of the tables lining the back wall. You changed into your shortest dress, the one that if you bent over just a little too far, whoever was looking would get a nice look at your ass. When the time was right, you would come in quietly to retrieve your data pad, making sure to arch your back ever so slightly so give Boba a little show, before heading out. Bend and snap, quick and easy. Kole Terrek would never know. 

Or at least that was the plan. You didn’t account for Kole’s heightened hearing to alert him of your presence. Kole turned around at the exact moment you had bent over, your underwear on full display for Boba and Kole to see.

“Boba! Who is this?” Kole exclaimed, making you shoot up almost hitting your head on the table. 

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. 

Your posture stiffened as your eyes darted between the three people in front of you. Kole had turned entirely to face you, a shit-eating grin on his face while he stared a little too hard at your chest and exposed legs. Fennec, on the other hand, looked amused, albeit a bit annoyed. A small smirk played on her lips as she bent down to mutter something to Boba. 

Boba’s reaction was the most worrisome because there wasn’t really a reaction. He hadn’t made a single move since you entered. Not even to Fennec’s whisper or when Kole turned around to face you. He just sat there. His helmet blocked his face so you couldn’t see his expression, but if you had to bet on it, you were sure his face was pressed into the default scowl we always wore.

When neither Boba nor Fennec made a move to step in you, your eyes went back to Kole, who seemed more preoccupied with confirming that your tits were indeed stuck to your chest.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Boba cut in. 

“Not important,” Boba barked, a tightness lacing his words, as if he was holding back from saying something else.

“Nonsense!” Kole exclaimed, not bothering to face Boba. “Anyone who is a friend of Boba’s is most definitely a friend of mine. What’s your name?”

You looked back at the throne, eyes pleading for Boba and Fennec to step in. Fennec seemed to step forward at your appeal, but Boba put up his hand, stopping her from moving forward. His helmet bowed down, the black visor still trained on you, as if he was taunting you, daring you to say something.

Try something, princess. 

You felt your stomach contract into a tight ball as you did everything in your power to stop yourself from huffing at Boba’s lack of support. If he wanted to play a game, you could play. 

Fuck it.

You were already in trouble with Boba, there was no coming back from this. Plus, you didn’t have anything better to do. 

Relaxing your shoulders, you stuck your hip out, causing Kole to flash you a smile. Not bothering to give him your name, you coated your voice in the most tooth achingly, sweet voice you could managed. You apologized for interrupting, explain that you were looking for your data pad. 

It only spiraled from there. Kole Terrek wasn’t just chatty, he was a shameless flirt. He had every overused, cheesy pick-up line memorized and you were getting to experience them all. Smiling through it, you listened politely, laughed at points, but you couldn’t stop glancing back at Boba. 

An unexpected heat began to grow between your legs as you watched Boba grow jittery with trepidation. He did his best to remain stoic, but he couldn’t stop his right foot from tapping, the movement causing the spur on his boot to jingle. His hands no longer gripped his knees as he kept cracking his knuckles. 

“Boba ever take you to Canto Bright? I wouldn’t mind taking you if you ever grow bored looking at sand dunes.” 

That was enough. 

“Kole,” Boba spat, a thread of warning in his voice. Standing from his seat, he asked, “Where’s my shipment?”

“Oh right, right,” Kole chuckled, waving a hand back at Boba dismissively. “Sorry, got distracted.”

Kole’s dismissal made Boba thrust the lip of his helmet forward with indignation, not that Kole noticed. His attention remained on you, making him oblivious to Boba drawing his blaster and jumping down from the dais.  

“Think you can help me? You picked up that data pad real nice.”

Your response wasn’t needed. Kole got the message when he felt Boba standing behind him, the barrel of his blaster pointing into Kole’s back. You watched the smuggler’s eyes widened in fear, lip starting to quiver as Boba leaned down to him, his helmet mere inches from Kole’s ear.

“She’s busy,” Boba growled. “Fennec, escort Kole to get the shipment.”

You didn’t bother to stick around to see what happened next. Scurrying away from the group, you exited the throne room through the same hallway you entered. You gripped the data pads in your hands until your knuckles turned white. 

“Shit.” You muttered, closing your eyes as you leaned against the wall. 

That did not go as planned. It was meant to be a little tease, not incite a brawl. You were not expecting things to escalate like that. Hell, you weren’t even expecting the smuggler to see you, let alone flirt with you. But now you had done it.

Boba wasn’t going to let this slide.

You nerves were burning after what had transpired, but a part of you didn’t want it to end. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest and your mouth was gaped, uncertain whether to breath or scream. Amongst the panic, you could feel a wet spot growing on your underwear.

It was as if the world had slowed down, Fennec and Kole’s voices fading into a muffle. The hard knot constricting your stomach seemed to relax as arousal started spreading through you, filling every molecule in your body. Your eyes dilated at the thought of Boba, savage and ready to fuck the defiant brat out of you. You would risk unleashing the wrath of the King of the Underworld if it meant he would fuck you. 

You swore your desire for Boba would end up kicking you in the ass eventually; and today, you were willing to test those odds. Despite his complaints, your little acts of defiance were as much of a turn on for him as it was for you. He was dominating with an obsessive need for control, but he couldn’t help growing hard whenever you defied him.

You were jolted back into reality, the world resuming its spin, when you felt the force of the palace door slam shut, causing vibrations to ripple down to where you stood. Fennec and Kole had left and now it was just you and Boba. 

A shudder ran down your spine when you heard the sound of heavy footsteps moving from the middle of the throne room, coming straight to the hallway you were hiding in. 

Boba.

Ignoring the growing sensation between your legs, you started walking again, albeit a lot slower than your normal pace. 

Boba’s stomping came to a stop when he saw you a few yards ahead of him. His mini stampede from the throne room caused the dust from the dirt floor to kick up in small clouds. Illuminated in the soft light, it looked like you were gliding. Gliding among the clouds as if you didn’t just open the gates of hell. 

An unknown gust of wind blew behind him traveling straight towards you. The wind blew between your legs, ruffling the short hemline of your dress and causing it to fly up just enough for Boba to see the black lace covering your ass. He sucked in a shaky breath as he watched you stop. 

One chance.

He was going to giving you once chance to explain yourself. One. That’s it. His shoulders were down in a dangerous stance as he felt the frustration of the day mixing with the sight of you in front of him. He felt himself grow harder as he waited for your next move. 

What was he waiting for?

Boba’s sudden stop made you stop. You expected him to come stalking towards you, not stop and stare. Turning your head to side to address him, you tried to think of something clever to say, but nothing came to mind. 

Instead, you bit your lip in an attempt to suppress your devious smile. Just how far could you push him? Without another thought, your grasp on the data pad loosen and it fell to the ground. You were already walking away before the data pad hit the ground. 

That’s fucking it.

With his eyes full of censure, his vision focused in on you. You. His disobedient brat. He held back a scream of frustration and resumed walking, his footsteps thundering down the hall. 

Once directly behind you, he grabbed your left arm, pining it behind you, before pushing you into the wall. His thigh pushed itself between your clamped legs. Spreading them apart, he could feel your pussy pulse against his thigh. 

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” He snarled in your ear. His hand slammed into the wall above your head, causing some dust to shake down on you.

Your face was pressed against the stone wall, so he couldn’t see the small smirk on your lips.

“I just needed my data pad.” You stammered as Boba adjusted the thigh between your legs, catching your clit in the process. 

“Just needed my data pad.” He mocked you before moving his hands from the wall to wrap around you. He hoisted you up higher on his thigh until you were flush against his chest. He pushed his hips forward so you could feel his hardening length.

“You disobey me, interrupt my meeting, all because of some kriffing data pad? You can’t just behave, can you?” 

He pushed you off his thigh before commanding, “Get on your knees.” 

You dropped down without thinking. The dirt floor of the hallway was harsh against your knees, small pebbles digging into your flesh. You looked up at the intimidating dark helmet as it stared back at you. Hearing the familiar sound of shuffling, you dropped your eyes letting his crotch take up your entire view. His hand undid his pants and released his cock. He was already hard when he took himself in his hands, stroking himself inches from your face. You squeezed your thighs together as you began to throb.

“Open your mouth.” 

You complied, opening your mouth slightly, but apparently it wasn’t good enough. Boba slapped your cheek as punishment, he wasn’t in the mood to play games. 

“Wider…Tongue out…All the way.”

You widened your jaw as far as possible and tilted your head back, exposing your tongue and the back of your mouth to him. 

“Very good.”

His hand stopped moving up his length, as you took a deep breath in anticipation. You looked up Boba with those blown-out eyes you knew he loved. He rested his hands against the wall behind you and shuffled forward, backing you up until your back hit the wall, effectively caging you into between the wall and his thighs. 

His helmet looked down at you before barking his next order, “Get to work.”

You grabbed his thighs to steady yourself and leaned forward, using your lips and tongue to maneuver him into your mouth. He felt hot and heavy on your tongue, and a small bead of precum landed in the back of your mouth. 

You bobbed your head on his length in a steady pace. Boba wasn’t in the mood for kitten licks and light kisses. He was angry and you better make it up to him before Fennec and Kole return. You suck your cheeks and move up and down, taking him down your throat farther and farther. 

“Fuck-” Boba moaned above you, the sound of his leather gloves straining as he clenched his fists.

“Is this all you needed? My cock in your mouth?”

“That all it takes to make you behave?”

His words were a straight shot to your pussy, making you throb harder. Blowjobs never got you wet, ever, but then Boba stormed into your life, and you were sure you could orgasm just from his words alone. 

You were cock starved for him and him alone. Not just to feel him between your legs, but everywhere. Your pussy, your mouth, your hands, your ass. 

You didn’t dare take Boba out of your mouth to speak. Instead, you hummed around his length in acknowledgement. The vibrations around his cock shot straight up his spine, his hands clenching in response. 

“O-Oh, fuck - g-good girl,” He mewled as one of his hands went down and buried itself in your hair. 

Giving your hair a harsh tug, signaling for you to stop. Straightening himself up from the wall, he reached down to pull his cock from your mouth. He took a step back to give himself more room, but not enough to let you go. 

You watched as his hand grabbed himself at the base before slapping your cheek with his cock. 

“Suck my balls.” 

Groaning, you bowed your head down to them and grabbed them in your hands. Massaging the sensitive skin, you leaned forward and grabbed the first one with your lips. Your tongue ran along the skin before you moved on the next one. You pulled at his balls again before taking the entire sac in your mouth and sucking, making your muffled sounds of need vibrate through him. 

While you sucked, he stroked his length, a bead of precum leak out as he gave his head a quick squeeze.

“You can be so sweet when you want to be.”

“Why can’t you just behave?”

“Good girls get cocks in their pussies. Good girls get their pussies licked.”

“Are you a good girl, hmm?”

You clenched your thighs harder at the cold and exact words coming from his mouth. Your underwear was soaked with your slick as you tried applying more pressure to your clit. 

“I don’t think you are.”

Too lost in your thoughts and building desire, you didn’t feel his hand move to your head and pull you off of him again. He yanked your head back and grabs his cock with the other. Your mouth was still open in surprise when Boba pushed his cock in your mouth and down your throat. Your throat spasmed around his member as you struggled to breathe.You weren’t expecting that.

With Boba’s cock buried in your mouth and both his hands holding your head still, you had to take it. Your nose rubbed against the patch of curly hair at the base of his cock, your jaw was in pain, and your cheeks started to heat up at the sudden intrusion. The tears pooling in your eyes blurred the vision of Boba above you into a watercolor painting of black, red, and green. 

“You’re a bad girl. And bad girls don’t get to breathe.”

Your pussy throbbed as Boba pulled out of you and slammed back in. He was aberrant, he was exactly what you wanted. Boba pumped into you three, four times before pulling out entirely.

Breathing heavily above you, he took you in and, Maker, you were the prettiest thing he had ever seen.

A thick string of saliva connected his cock to your mouth, your lips red and bruised. Your face was flushed, burning hot, as the tears spilling from your eyes mixed with the saliva and precum dribbling from your mouth. The liquid mixture trailing down your face and landing on your chest in splotches.

One of his hands released its tight grip on your hair, his fingers caressing your scalp, soothing the irritated skin as you struggled to catch your breath.

“You want more?” He taunted. There was a bite in his words, but not enough to force you. You knew that if you wanted, you could object and it would all be over. Boba, no matter how brutal, always made sure to give you a way out. 

You looked up at him and nodded, stuttering out a simple “yes.” 

That was all Boba needed before forcing himself back down your throat. He starts fucking your mouth, more violently than before, chasing his release. He could hear Fennec and Kole’s voices getting louder as the descended the stairwell into the throne room.

He looks down at you and sees you’re looking up at him. You had an attitude bigger than the galaxy, but fuck, he could never get over the sight of you on your knees choking on his cock. 

Boba would put up with all your tantrums, watch you flirt with a thousand smugglers, if it meant he could have you like this. 

“Y-You’ll - fuck - you’ll be good, now, right?”

“You-You’ll behave?”

You couldn’t do anything while Boba controlled your movements. All you managed was a simple grunt and blink, but that was all he needed. 

He pulls your mouth of his cock with enough force you hit the wall behind you. He grabs a hold of his cock while another hand pulls your head to look up at him. 

He keeps fisting his cock and muttering to you, “Look up, look up at me. K-keep that pretty m-mouth open - Fuck!”

You knew what happened next and you legs quivered at the thought. You kept your head tilted up just under Boba’s hand and cock. Eyes trained on the black visor of his helmet with your mouth wide open, you were ready to take all that Boba had to offer. 

His voice cracked as he moaned, letting his release coat your face. You felt the warm liquid spurting all over, some landing in your mouth, but most strings of cum landing over your cheeks and forehead. You stayed still letting him take in the sight of his mark on you. 

Boba sighed heavily, cradling your head, before whispering, “Swallow.”

You close your mouth and move your sore throat to take down his cum while Boba tucked himself back into his pants. 

Boba smiled behind his helmet, turning back to you, he cradled your head, careful to avoid the sensitive skin of your scalp.

“You want to join us in there? We’re pretty much done.” He asked. 

You nodded, smiling up at him.

“Good.” He mutters, hand running down to tape his thumb against your chin in satisfaction. 

Beaming up at him, your hand moves to collect the cum still painted across your face, but Boba stops you before you could. 

Gripping your wrist, he chuckles. “Oh no, little one. Keep your hands off your face.”

Your stomach drops and start to stumble over your words. “But…”

His hands moved to your arms and started pulling you up, helping you back to your feet. Your legs shook and the skin on your knees was rubbed raw and stung as some cuts began to bleed. You can feel his thick cum starting to slowly move down your face. 

“That shabuir is too fucking comfortable. Why don’t we remind him who you belong to?”

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he wraps an arm around you and steers you back to the throne room.

“You’re keeping my cum all over you for the rest of the meeting.”

“...Boba.” You started as you both entered the throne room. Fennec had noticed you first, eyebrows widening when she saw your face. Kole hadn’t noticed yet, opting to keep his head down. 

Boba’s hand dropped from your shoulder to your ass, caressing the plump skin as you approached the pair. His helmet tilted down so only you could hear his promise.

“Behave and I promise I’ll fill your other holes.”

Mando’a Translation

shabuir - jerk, but much stronger

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Could you do 17. from the nsfw prompt list with Boba please? ❤️❤️love your writing!

Thank you for sending this and your support ily 🥺💕💖💕💖

Rating: Explicit 18+

NSFW Prompt: “Suck on my fingers.”

Pairing: Boba Fett x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 585

Warnings: penetrative sex (p in v), finger sucking, sex in an alleyway, public sex, gloves stay on 👀

“Told you to be quiet.”

You’re reduced to gasping breaths and grinding bodies. His thrusts are rough and careless, too frenzied to mind the way the stone wall behind you scratches your skin.

Not that you mind.

You’re too consumed with lust to care about the stinging on your backside, much less the fact you’re on full display to the outside world. All it takes is one person, just one, to look down the dingy alleyway to see you reduced to a moaning mess. You should care, push him away and slap the bucket right off his head…

And yet you’re drugged by him, too hungry for his attention. It’s been too long since you had a proper fuck and a back alley romp with the Boba Fett was the perfect solution for your dry spell.

“I—I’m trying,” You stammer, your legs tightening their grip around his waist. You can feel every hard, thick inch push and pull out of you.

Boba has kept his head nestled in the dip where your neck meets your shoulder, but your flustered tone has him pulling up. Cocking his head to the side, his voice drier than Tatooine.

“Then try harder.”

Each thrust punctuates his words as your heat beats wildly in your chest. You arch against his solid chest hoping he feels your heart beating wildly.

“I can’t. Feels too good.”

He lets out an amused sigh before his thrusting halts for a moment. He readjusts his hold on you, hoisting you up higher while still remaining inside of you. You’re ready to call foul, mouth wide open when —

“Here,” He pushes three fingers into your mouth. “Suck on my fingers. Fucking sound like a loth-cat in heat.”

Running on adrenaline, lust, and him, you moan when your tongue makes contact with cool leather hide and not the warm skin like you were expecting.

Oh.

He never took off his gloves.

The blend of blaster residue and worn leather collects in your tastebuds. Not at all foul like you would expect, or maybe that’s just because it’s Boba. Either way, your tongue swirls around and between his fingers collecting the taste.

While his hand is preoccupied with the wet heat of your mouth, his other splays flat against the wall to your right. Snapping his hips back, Boba resumes his fast pace all while watching your swollen lips purse and suck.

“There you go, good girl.”

“Don’t you look pretty sucking on my fingers?”

Your eyes never leave his helmet, concentrating on where you imagine his eyes would be. You soak up his praise, sucking harder on his digits for more.

“I’ve got something else for you to suck on.”

Your throat constricts to swallow the pool of saliva on your tongue, and Boba moans at the feeling. He thrusts his fingers farther in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and curling downwards.

“Would you like that? Clean your juices from my cock?”

He’s spinning you higher and higher into pleasure, running off a pure confidence that’s borderline arrogant. His thrusts become erratic, snapping and pushing harder as his flight suit drags against your clit.

“Come for me, show me how tight that little pussy can get.”

Even with your mouth filled, the same mantra comes out in blubbering muffles. You want to whisper it in his, moan it in his ears, scream it for the entire galaxy to hear.

Boba, Boba, Boba…

Who knew a back alley fuck could feel so good?

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From nsfw promts 4 for Boba

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thank you sweet angel bean 🥺💕💕💖hope you enjoy!

Rating: Explicit 18+

Prompt: “You look just about good enough to eat.”

Pairing: Boba Fett x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 650

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), face sitting

There is nothing quite as arousing as seeing someone so dangerous between your legs.

Boba’s hands pull on your hips, easing you up his body until you are kneeling over his head. Steadying yourself, you look down when Boba groans in vulgar appreciation at the sight of your dripping cunt.

“You look just about good enough to eat.”

Squirming, a shiver runs up your spine as Boba’s breath ghosts over your heated folds. There is a hot delirium behind his eyes as he fixates at the sight of you. He is in his own world, a world comprised of you and only you.

“Boba, wh—” You’re cut off when he looks up at you.

Staring down at him with an owlish expression, as if you don’t know what’s about to happen. It’s a vulnerability he can’t resist and asks, “Can I have a taste?”

As if he has to ask.

Boba has disarmed you and left you open and exposed, both literally and figuratively. With his head squished between your legs, you nod as he pulls you down to his eager mouth. His nose presses into your clit as his tongue makes its first swipe.

That’s when you know you’re in trouble.

Gasping, your hands shoot down to his head in an attempt to ground yourself. You feel Boba smile against you as his tongue moves in soft passes along your slit.

He’s exploring every inch of you, committing you to memory. He lets your taste sear into his tastebuds as his hands knead your soft flesh, as if trying to smooth down his calloused fingertips.

You let the warmth of his tongue caress you, waves of arousal rolling in with each long, strong lick to your pussy.

Boba’s tongue soon slides up to your sensitive bundle of nerves. He starts teasing with slow circles around your clit before sucking it between his teeth.

“Boba…” You whimper as your hips jerk instinctively. Boba returns the sudden movement with a hum against your delicate nub.

“Go on,” He murmurs as his hands push your hips, encouraging you to move. “Ride my face.”

You give him an experimental thrust, light enough to barely feel the bridge of his nose wetter with your arousal before moving back down to his open mouth.

“Good girl,” Boba encourages, his hands slithering up to pinch your nipples. “Keep going. Smother me.”

This time you add more pressure to your hips. Finding a steady pace, you rock into his mouth, feeling his warm tongue slid against you, his nose catching your clit in teasing pokes, and you can’t hold off the rising pleasure in your core.

There is something so primal about being on top of the Boba Fett.

The most notorious bounty hunter in the galaxy is at your mercy, under your control. He is immobilized by your body, stuck in place all for you to use him for your pleasure.

And the best part is he lets you. He doesn’t fight back, doesn’t stop you as you move harder against him. When your rocking becomes erratic, his hands move back down to your ass, helping you move yourself against him.

“S—stars, Boba!”

You’re so close, your pleasure building up in pressure until you feel yourself start to crack. Boba laps at you, feeling your clit pulse against his tongue with every quick thrust of your hips.

“I’m—” You try to warn him, but he already knows.

He grunts into you as your walls contract  in release. Your orgasm rips through you in waves, covering your aching muscles and dulling the burning in your legs.

When all that’s left of you is a quivering mess, you slide back onto Boba’s chest, your legs spread wide from burning ache. You feel his throbbing cock digging into your back.

As your breathing steadies, Boba sits up, his face shining with your release, and asks, “Ready for more?”

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BEHAVE | 3/3

{part one} {part two} {masterlist}

Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Boba Feet x Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: consensual somnophilia, oral sex (m and f receiving), 69, anal sex, anal play (ass/mouth, fingering), creampie, softdom!boba, pet names (like a lot of them), implied age gap (reader is of age), just filth. pure filth. 

A/N: ass, ass, ass, ass. That’s it. That’s the chapter. I know anal sex is not everyone’s cup of tea, so you may want to skip this if that’s not your thing. 

Cross-posted on ao3

It wasn’t often that you woke up in time for the sunrise. Not that you were looking to make a habit of it, but the constant pelting of sand against the windows prevented you from sleeping.

A sandstorm was coming. 

The winds had been gathering all night, and now Tatooine was puffing out hurling blasts of sand and wind, making the Palace shake. You had been drifting in and out of sleep for the past hour, but it was no use. It sounded like nature was on the edge of a full-blown assault. 

Boba was passed out to your left, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing outside. He laid on his back with one arm thrown over his eyes as a makeshift eye mask while the other rested against chest. 

You opted not to wake him…yet. Sighing, you undid your cocoon of blankets and stood up on your pillow. Standing on the tips of your toes, you gripped the ledge of one of the rectangular windows that lined the upper half of the walls. Might as well see what in seven hells was happening outside. 

Despite the rising twin suns, the sky was incredibly dull. The first rays of sunlight barely pierced through the thick dust. You could barley see Slave I in hanger below. Tatooine sandstorms were no joke, and it looked like this one wouldn’t show mercy. 

No one was going anywhere until the storm passed. 

You couldn’t help but smile as you glanced down to the sleeping man. Boba had plans to travel off-world that day, something to do with his criminal empire. He wouldn’t be back for at least 6 rotations, but given the brewing storm, his trip wouldn’t be starting that day. 

Returning to your original spot, you turned to face Boba. He was gone to the world, chest falling in even breaths as soft snores escaped his mouth. The light blanket situated on his chest was the only thing stopping you from seeing his naked body. You both were naked, actually, too exhausted to bother dressing after yesterday.

Yesterday. 

Subconsciously, your breathing slowed to match Boba’s slow pace as you lost yourself in your memories. You let the memories from the hallway and the ‘fresher play on a continuous loop, brushing away the last bit of drowsiness from you. 

Your mind was fully awake and you became more aware of your body. Your knees felt significantly better, so much so that you didn’t even remember the scrapes until the image him kneeled in front of you flashed in your head. 

“Behave and I promise to fill your other holes.”

“I’m a man of my word. Stop pouting.”

“You just need to be patient.”

“You’re my little slut, right? Only for me.”

His words floated through you, swirling between your legs and igniting the nerves throughout your body. Boba was a man of honor. He didn’t throw around the word “promise.” If Boba promised you something, he would deliver. Didn’t matter what it was.

Your lower half grew heavy at the prospect of Boba fucking your ass. You had never taken anyone back there before. But for Boba you would try. Frankly, you would try a lot of things for him, with him.  

Because now matter how rough he was, he never felt like an intrusion. As you two grew closer and your relationship extended past sex, it felt like he was a part of you every time he pushed into you. You knew anal would hurt, but the thought of Boba fucking your most intimate spot... That made your thighs clench in excitement.

You told him months ago that you would let him. It was right after he killed Bib Fortuna. Boba was splayed out across his newly claimed throne as you bounced on his cock. You were turned away from him, you could see the frayed ends of Boba’s robe under the dais, when he brushed a finger along your other hole. 

“You ever let someone fuck your ass, princess?” 

“N-no.”

“Would you let me?”

“Yes.” 

“So good, so dirty for your new king.”

Since then, Boba began paying a bit more attention to your backside, using his fingers and mouth to tease you. Your anticipation grew into excitement when he bought you a plug after a trip to the Mid Rim. 

But despite the encouragement, Boba made you wait. He dangled the fantasy in front of you like it was fresh bantha steak and you were a starving stray. 

But now. Now was different. 

Boba promised and he always kept his promises. 

That’s when you noticed the growing tent under the blanket. 

You couldn’t wait, growing more and more eager as the fantasy seemed so completely tangible. In a moment of desire and courage, you slid down next to his body, slowly spreading his legs so you could crouch between them. 

Boba loved waking up to your mouth around him, especially when it was a surprise. He had long ago given you the green light to wake him up with oral. Maybe you both could indulge in your fantasies that morning.

Pulling the blanket down his body, you watched him, making sure that your movements hadn’t disturbed his sleep. When his breathing remained steady, you looked down to see his cock resting heavy against his stomach.

Gently, you wrapped your hand around him. He grumbled lightly at the movement, but didn’t wake. You started pumping him in your hand, giving the tip of his cock a light squeeze before sliding back to down to the base.

Boba looked so serene, almost harmless as you worked him up. But you knew better than to underestimate a slumbering beast. 

You looked down at his cock, mouth watering as you watched the first droplet of precum leak out. Lowering your head, you licked up the creamy substance, letting its salty taste flood your tastebuds.

You licked him again, and again, until his entire length was coated in your saliva. You could feel the blood pumping through his member, now rock hard in your hand. Boba shuffled to the side, causing you to halt your actions. Your tongue was still flat against the underside of his cock. You held your breath waiting for his next movement…

Nothing. Still asleep. 

Giving him a final lick, you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. Sucking lightly, you began lowering your mouth, letting the familiar weight settle against your tongue until his tip nudged the back of your throat. 

With your cheeks sucked in, you bobbed your head up and down, ears trained to pick up any sound of him waking up. Just when you thought you could make him cum before he woke, you felt a hand tangle itself in your hair. 

“Needy girl.”

Boba’s voice was deeper and raspier than normal, his vocal cords still stiff from sleep. You moaned around his member in response continuing your ministrations. 

“What are you doing?” He moaned as you pulled him out of your mouth. His mind was still hazy, and with his blood rushing south, it took him a moment to regain his sense of self. What time was it and what the fuck was that banging?

Moving his arm away from his eyes, Boba blinked as he adjusted to the dim lighting before sitting up on his elbows. He groaned when he saw your hand smeared with your drool as you pumped his cock. 

You offered him a coy smile, “Waking you up.”

“Careful, little one.” His hand tightened its hold in your hair. “Don’t start what you can’t finish.”

“Who says I can’t?”

“I’m leaving this morning.”

“Nuh-uh. Sandstorm,” Your eyes shot up to the windows above. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Well that explained the banging. Boba’s steady breathing began to fragment into shaky puffs as you pulled him back into your mouth.

“It’s too early to do anything.” Not that he really meant it. He would never complain to you waking him up like this, even if it was at the ass-crack of dawn. But there was a reason why you (jokingly) referred to him as a grumpy old, man.

“Then don’t do anything.” You sighed, letting him drop down against his stomach. Picking yourself up, you swung your legs around him until you were facing away from him. Your pussy pulsed against his chest as you scooted back until you were right in front of him.

You threw him a seamless smile, “Just watch me get wet for you.”

Boba fell back down, his head hitting his pillow with a soft thump. Fuck, you were on full display for him. He could stick his tongue out and lick your essence from your folds. 

Leaning down, you lapped up a bead of precum from his swollen cock. You smiled to yourself when you felt Boba twitch against your tongue before taking him back into your mouth. Running your tongue in sloppy circles around the head, you sucked in your cheeks as his thickness filled your mouth. You would never get tired of Boba cutting off your air supply. 

Your throat constricted around his imposing length as you took him deeper until he nudged the back of your throat. You held your head in place for a few moments, letting him feel your tight mouth around his thick length. 

Just as you settled into a steady rhythm of worship on his member, his hands settled on your backside, letting his nails dig crescent moons into your flesh. The steady rhythm granted him the moment of clarity he needed to focus on the sight in front of him. 

You were a feast, the best breakfast in bed he could want.

Lifting his head, he took his first lick, snaking his tongue from your clit all the way up to your ass. You moaned around his cock, letting the vibrations ring out around his cock. You opened your legs a little wider, trembling as Boba’s tongue ran up you again.

“Such a pretty pussy,” He soughed, his breath scorching your pussy. “So pretty like the rest of you.” 

He never missed an opportunity to shower you in praise, especially the lewd kind. Those were his specialty.

Boba pressed his wide, open mouth against your throbbing core, letting no space get between his tongue and your pussy. He lapped at your outer lips, slipping his tongue inside of you just enough to feel your muscles clench before pulling out. Your hips shuffled back to push against his face when his tongue nudged your clit, teasing it out from under its hood to suck on it.  

Flooding you with desire, he let you drip into his mouth, bathe his tongue in your sweet taste, before brining a hand down to your dripping entrance. He dragged a finger along your labia. You were already so open, so puffy for him. You moaned his name when he pumped his fingers inside of you. 

“Let me hear you, pretty girl.”

“Say my name.”

“Who makes you this wet?”

He kept your impending climax at a simmer as he committed that morning to his memory. The sight on you on top of him, your taste, your smell, the feelings you were pulling from him. He wanted to remember it all before his trip.

Arousal was running through your veins, pooling at the junction of your thighs as Boba worked you closer to climax. Dropping a hand between his legs, you massaged the sensitive skin of his balls. You moved your head faster on him, wanting to feel his cum shoot down your throat. Too consumed with coaxing an orgasm out of Boba, you had almost forgotten your original plan.

Almost. 

That was until he pulled his fingers from your pussy, the loud squelching sound made the tips of your ears burn. 

Boba traced his two sickened fingers down to brush against your clit before he gripped each globe of your ass, spreading you so both your entrances were on full display to him. 

“What’s made you so needy this morning?” 

Boba knew exactly what you wanted. He wasn’t dumb, he knew his spoiled princess better than you gave him credit for. But he wanted to hear you say it. He wanted to hear those words mix with your airy moans. 

“You, Boba,” You gasped, pulling him from your mouth. “Fill me like you promised."

“You have me.” His honeyed voice made you groan. He was taunting you. His fingers crawled down close to the middle of your backside. He knew exactly what you wanted.

You closed your eyes as your hand pumped him when Boba swirled a wet finger around your tight entrance. You jumped at the sensation, “Boba!”

You hand moved faster against him. You could feel him twitch around your fingers. He was close to his own release.

“Last night wasn’t enough?” He crooned his neck up to spit on your ass. Spreading his saliva around your puckered hole, he let the excess drop down to your pussy. 

“Is someone getting greedy?”

“My ass, Boba…” You whispered, shutting your eyes as you let the new sensation consume your being. 

“What was that?” That nerf herder.

“Fuck my ass!” You demanded and that didn’t sit well with Boba. He returned your sass with a hard slap on your ass. 

You yelped as the shape of his handprint bloomed an angry shade of red. 

“Ungrateful brat,” His voice dropped to a threat, “Try that again.”

“Please,” You squeaked, moving your hand faster around him to sweeten your words. “Fuck my ass. It’s yours.”

“Yeah? Think I can fit in this tight little hole?”

“Fuck— please, yes. I want you there.”

His reply came when his lips latched around your ass. His tongue darted out, licking and flicking over the tight hole. With each lick, his tongue pushed a little harder against you, testing your resistance. 

Sliding a finger into your pussy, he used your juices as lubricant before tentatively attempting to push his finger inside your ass. You wiggled your bottom to magnify the sensation of his finger inside you, your hole flexing around his finger. 

“If you want me to fuck this hole, you have to behave.” Boba instructed, unsurprised by the extra opposition to his finger. “And relax. Can you do that?”

You croaked out a “yes”, which he was enough for Boba. He was awestruck at the sight of your hole clenching around his finger. He couldn’t tell if his cock was throbbing from your ministrations or the thought of sliding inside your ass. But he couldn’t wait anymore.

Pulling away from you, he slapped your thigh before ordering, “I’ll fuck you deep, princess. On your hands and knees.”

You gave his cock one last pump before moving off of him. Boba rose from the bed, walking over to the chest of drawers to retrieve a bottle of lube. 

Following his instructions, you moved into position, spreading your legs wide before scooting back until your feet hung off the edge of the bed. Boba tossed the lube next to you as he settled in between your legs. 

Leaning his weight over you, he covered your back with his belly and chest. His arms slithered up your front to grab your chest, thumbs dragging across your nipples as his cock pressed against your pussy. 

His head was right next to yours, and you turned to the side to press your eager lips to his open mouth. The angle caused your bottom lip to catch between his own lips and his tongue ran along your lip. 

You melted into his embrace, letting you taste yourself from his mouth, before Boba pulled away, kissing your temple before pulling himself up. 

His smoky voice called out your name, “Look at me.”

Bending around, you turned so you could fully see him. Standing behind you, his big frame dwarfed you. He stood tall, chest puffed out, his eyes blown and narrowed as you looked at you. As he spoke, his voice only only added to his brawny presence. He wasn’t playing. 

“You need to behave. I’m serious, be a good girl. It’ll feel good, but it might hurt at first. So you need to listen. No bratty behavior or it’ll hurt worse. Okay?”

You nodded, taking in the seriousness of his tone. Everything about him reminded you of last night in the ‘fresher.  His brash display of affection. His scolding and harsh words masking the fact that he hated seeing you in pain. 

Boba Fett, your protector.

“I promise it’ll feel good. I wanna enjoy you, not destroy you.”

His eyes never left you, watching as you slowly nodded your head. 

“And if you need to stop, you fucking say so. Push me off. Slap me. Something, but you let me know. Okay?”

“I need to hear it, little one,” He pressed, brows raised as he tilted his chin down. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Boba.”

Accepting your answer, he leaned down to seal your agreement with a rough kiss. You bit back a whine as he moved away too quickly, concentration taking over Boba as he grabbed the bottle of lube. 

Pulling your cheek to the side, he dripped a small stream of lube down on your crack. Gathering the lube before it dripped down to your pussy, he massaged it around the tight ring of muscle. You pushed back towards him in anticipation, only to gasp when he smacked your ass, holding you in place.

“No. You take what I give you.”

“Sorry,” You sunk the rest of your concentration into staying still, you were skating on thin ice with your little demand from earlier. When he took a step back to smear the lube onto his length, reality set in. This was really happening. 

There was some truth in his earlier taunting. Boba was big and thicker thicker than anyone you had before and you did struggle to take him in the beginning.  And now as he lined himself up behind you, you wondered if he would even fit.

Behind you, Boba took a deep breath as he guided himself to your hole. Your bodies were still, poised around the fact that the tip of his cock was nestled against your asshole.

“Relax.” Boba instructed, although you couldn’t tell if it was for you or him. He was turned on, but he never wanted to hurt you and this would hurt. 

His cock was thick and hard, aching with intensity of his pleasure. He hadn’t been this rigid for a long while, ever since he the night you and he christened his new throne.

You current position on all fours for him didn’t help stop the throbbing. Seeing you in such a depraved position for him made his knees buckle. Especially in that moment. Even in such a sinful position, you still looked crystalline pure. 

He was spellbound at the tiny movements of your flesh as you became aware of his presence back there. With a bit more force, he watched the head of his cock disappear inside of you.

He stopped for a second when you hissed. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” You replied, your breathing started to edge into labored. “More, Boba.”

With your approval, he pushed in with all the patience he could muster. This was the biggest test of self-control for him to not just thrust balls deep inside of you. 

He struggled to keep his eyes from rolling back. Your ass was tight. Tighter than any hand, more than any cunt, he had ever experienced.

“That’s it, good girl.”

“You’re doing so well.”

“Taking my big cock in your tight, little hole."

After a certain point, it felt like your hole was sucking Boba inside. The ragging winds outside faded into white noise as you took every inch until he was fully situated inside of you.

Boba looked down, fascinated to see himself entirely gone. His flesh merged with yours, completely hidden from sight. You had consumed him, in every sense of the word. 

“That’s it, little one. All inside.”

Your hole stung from the stretch before fading into pleasure. You felt different — twisted up inside, as if something about you was warped — but in the best way possible. You had never felt this full before. He had reached different peaks, different zones that you didn’t even know existed. It was like you were exploring a new part of yourself. 

Groaning at his announcement, you babbled his name, “B-Boba, stars. You’re filling me.”

“Yeah, I am,” He chuckled, running a soothing hand over your lower back. “Breathe, little one.”

“Move, Boba.” You instructed, mouth open feeling him 

“Manners, girl. Please Boba.”

You gritted your teeth at his jeering, “Please, Boba. Move, I want it. Please.”

“Good girl.” 

Leaning down to press himself against your back, he grabbed your neck to turn you towards him. He found your mouth already open and waiting for him. He kissed you carefully as he started moving.

You were so incredibly tight. Boba could feel your heartbeat around his cock. Or maybe it was his, he couldn’t tell. You felt amazing, slick warmth wrapped around his cock, your hole flexing at the intrusion.

Gripped within you, he kissed you as he pulled out again, this time pulling out slightly more and pushing back in slowly. After a while, you couldn’t tell if the discomfort was from his slow movements or him just being inside you.

He was gentle, too gentle. It was out of character. You knotted your fists into the sheets as you pushed your mouth against him harder.

“Boba,” You whined when he pulled away. “Faster! Please! I can take it.”

“Yeah? You like my fat cock in your ass?” He asked as he slipped his hand to your front to rub your clit. 

“Yes, Boba, please…Fuck me hard!” You moaned as he rubbed your sensitive nub, fanning away the last remaining discomfort. 

“Such a needy little slut,” He panted in your ear before using his other hand to push between your shoulder blades. 

“Face down. Keep your ass up.”

With your head buried in the bed, Boba grabbed your hips and started moving. Slow and steady was long gone, shot dead and buried in some unmarked grave. He fucked you hard, his cock pulling half out before plunging in deeper. And deeper. 

His rough thrusts made him feel bigger than normal. You cried out his name between low moans as his fingers worked against your clit.

“F—fuck, Bobaa…Take it. It’s yours. I-I’m yours.”

You both began racing to your releases. Boba’s thrusts became sloppier as he moved faster, teetering closer to the edge of orgasmic bliss. The coil of your own orgasm tightened at the base of your spine as he spoke dirty words to you.

“Good girl, letting me fuck her vir—rr—gin ass.”

“Taking me so well.”

“My filthy little slut."

You wailed, feeling your lower half pulse at the thought of him releasing inside of you. The thought of him dripping from you made your rising pleasure vibrate through every cell. 

“So close, B-Boba…”

“Fill me. I—I can take it.

“Cum deep…Ahh, cum inside me.”

The pressure on your clit and a harsh thrust from behind had you surging forward, ecstasy bursting all around your body. You moaned as you let your arousal flood your system, the world flashed blinding white as your eyes fell behind your eyelids. 

Somewhere in the explosion, you heard Boba reach his own end. With two final shudders, he emptied inside of you. 

“M—my good girl…Take every last drop…”

Boba’s arms wrapped around your middle, as he stayed inside you, riding out his orgasm to the feeling of you clamping him in place. His head fell to his chest, watching your hole constrict around his base as he pumped you full with his seed. 

Tides of euphoria rolled through your bodies, drowning every cell in pleasure, before calming to a gentle wave. Your bodies remained locked in silence as the smell of sex permeated in the room. 

“I’m gonna pull out now.” Boba muttered, breaking the silence. 

The feeling of emptiness made your legs give out and you collapsed on the bed as soon as Boba left you. You were shaking, your backside sore from the pounding. 

“Turn around, pretty girl,” Boba murmured, hands wrapping around your middle to help you turn onto your back. He moved your legs off the edge of the bed so you were now laying with your legs spread out in front of you, your head resting on his pillow. 

Boba crouched in front of you, mimicking the position he had found you in that morning. His hands rested on your shins, watching your chest shin from the dewy sweat covered you like silk. 

“Can I see?” 

You knew what he was referring to and you spread your legs as wide as you could, too exhausted to verbally answer him. Although, you weren’t sure it there was anything for him to see.

It felt different than when Boba came in your pussy. Normally, you could feel him drip out of you. But this time you didn’t. You felt the heavy feeling of his seed pooled inside your ass, but your tight hole, no longer open, plugged you.

Boba’s hand ghosted over the sensitive hole, eyes blown at the fact that not. single drop of his seed had spilled out. 

“You took me so deep, little one. Can you feel it?”

“Yes,” You replied softly as exhaustion settle into your muscles. If you weren’t so tired, you would have sworn you heard Boba whimper.

“Can you push it out for me? Let me see my cum leak out of you.”

Abiding by his request, you flexed and constricted your bottom half until you felt his warm seed trickle out. 

“Oh, pretty girl,” He sounded like a wounded animal. “You’re gonna make a mess.”

Boba watched his white cream fall down your ass and pool on the bed until you couldn’t push anymore. Boba’s eyes held adoration for you and only you. You had chosen Boba to give you this. Not someone else, but him. Boba Fett.

“Thank you.” Boba whispered, moving down next to you, wrapping his arms around your sleepy frame. 

You held each other, arms and legs contorted that it was difficult to tell where you ended and he started. A long moment passed, and then several more, until you needed to use the ‘fresher. 

Boba watched you as you stumbled to the ‘fresher and for the first time in a very long time, he smiled. Not smirked, not snarled, but smiled. A genuine smile. A tender one, that made his eyes crinkled at the edges, and his body warm as if a small sun had replaced his heart. It was one of growing happiness, growing content, and maybe even hope. 

For a moment, Boba could revel in the idea that the universe that condemned him to a world of misdeed had extended an olive branch. Because if someone like you could have chosen him, of all people, to share yourself with, then maybe there was chance for him. 

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BEHAVE | Part 2/3

{part one} {masterlist}

Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Boba Fett x Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 5.0k

Warnings: penetrative sex (p in v), oral sex (f receiving), breast play, mouth kink, light choking, squirting, name calling, creampie, softdom!boba, explicit language, explicit sexual content, explicit language, overuse of pet names what else is new

A/N: annddd we’re back with more boba thots (and some fluff). I 10000% believe boba’s love language is acts of service and i was yearning. Oh, and there’s going to be a third part because let’s be real boba is older and can probably only last one round

Cross-posted on ao3

For the first time in his life, Kole Terrek didn’t know what to say. 

Even after Fennec confirmed that, yes, Boba would have shot him, his tongue still itched at the need to say something to his employer. Anything. But what exactly do you say to a crime lord after you just flirted with his girl right in front of him? 

Most didn’t make it this far and yet, there he was: pacing around the throne room, racking his brain for the best thing to say. He mulled over every phrase, every word, but they all seemed to fall short. 

“Huh, that’s a first,” Kole chuckled, turning to stand in front of Fenenc. “Can’t think of anything to say when the boss returns. Don’t think that’s ever happened.”

“And yet you’re still talking.” Fennec retorted, flicking a grain of sand from her sleeve. 

There was some shuffling coming from a hallway behind Kole before the familiar sound of heavy footsteps echoed off the walls. He recognized those steps.

Boba. 

Kole’s blood ran cold as he realized his time to figure out an apology had run out. Fuck it, I’ll just wing it, he thought, taking a sobering breath before spinning around. 

“Hey boss! Sorr—”

He stopped when he saw the two figures entering the throne room. Huh. He was surprised to see you. He wasn’t expecting Boba to let you out here again, especially after Fennec warned him to not look at you or mention you to anyone. 

“Boba doesn’t share. Especially her.”

And Kole had every intention of following through, but as you and Boba got closer, his mouth went slack. You looked disheveled with your messy hair and wrinkled dress. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what Boba meant when he said you were “busy.”

But that wasn’t what made Kole dumbstruck. Oh no. It was when the dim lights illuminated your face. Kole squinted, trying to get a better look. Your face was shiny, even a bit sticky, as if you had smeared a thick balm all over and — 

Wait a fucking minute.

“I-Is that…” Kole he was asking more to himself, but he wouldn’t mind if Fennec jumped in. She saw it too, right? His eyes bulged out of his skull and his mouth hung open in a comical state. He looked like a character in a children’s holovid. He whipped around to Fennec, who remained unbothered by your state. 

“See something you like?” 

Kole’s soul just about left his body at the sound of Boba’s gruff voice. The two of you were now standing directly in front of Kole and, yeah, it was exactly what he thought it was. 

Semen. Seed. Jizz. Cock snot.

Whatever your preference, your face was covered in it. The hairs on the back of his neck as he tore his eyes away from the thick liquid dripping down your neck.

“Uh..N-No, sir…Boss. Nothing.” 

Don’t look, don’t look. 

“Good,” Boba replied, as if he hadn’t a care in the world. Reaching into his utility belt, he pulled out a small bag. Holding it up, he shook it so the clanking sound of credits rang out. Kole’s payment. 

Just take the kriffing credits and run. 

Kole extended a shaky hand to grab the bag, but Boba tossed it behind Kole so it landed on the first step of the staircase.

“Get out.”

Boba was not playing around. So why weren’t Kole’s legs moving? His brain screamed at him to walk. Just get the hell out of there. But it didn’t seem to register, his muscles apparently taking root in the sandy floor. 

Was no one going to say anything?

He braved a singular look at you, because, shit, what was the worst that could happen now? Maybe this was some sick joke. You’d start laughing and Boba would laugh and this would be a funny story for him to tell his future children. 

But all you offered was a flirty smile. The same flirty smile that landed him in the current cesspool he was standing in. Gawking at you while you wore Boba (literally) all over your face.

After you tilted your chin down and raised your brows, signaling to Kole to leave, his body finally seemed to speed up. Pivoting towards the stairs, he snatched the bag from the step before stumbling up the stairs. He was almost out of sight when he heard Boba call out his name. Kole slowly turned back to face the crime lord. 

“It is.” Boba replied, tipping his helmet up to meet Kole’s stupefied gaze.

“…W—What?” 

Kole swore he heard a snicker erupt from the green helmet as Boba waved a casual hand towards your face.

“It’s exactly what you think it is.” Boba repeated again. 

Nope. No way. Goodbye. He wasn’t sticking around any longer. Kole trampled up the final stairs, tripping and almost falling back down. His unnerving steps grew quiet as he rushed out of the Palace, the large doors clanking shut to signify his departure. 

Boba was the first to speak. “All things considered, that went pretty well.” 

Fennec let out an exasperated sigh before grabbing a bottle of spotchka. 

“Wash up!” She called, retreating through a side door to her private chamber. She’d speak with Boba tomorrow about a raise. If this was the buffoonery she would have to deal with, she was demanding a larger cut. 

— — — — — — — — — 

Well, shit. 

You certainly were a sight. A fucked out and sticky sight. No wonder Kole was close to a conniption. 

Following Fennec’s lead, you and Boba retired to your own chambers. As Boba removed his armor, you went on the hunt for a bacta kit to treat your scrapped knees. You swore you had seen one in the ‘fresher. As you flipped on the lights to aid in your search, you finally got a good look at yourself in the mirror and —

“Kriff,” You muttered under your breath. There wasn’t a part of you that didn’t scream mess.

Your hair looked like an untamed tumbleweed that framed two wide, bloodshot eyes. The puffy skin around your eyes complimented the red blotches dotting your cheeks, and then, of course, there was the real mess.

The ropes of cum had mostly dried down to form a shiny cast over your face. Your eyes trailed the nonsensical stripes of ejaculate as they traveled south. Whatever hadn’t dried had traveled down to splatter onto your chest. Most were absorbed by your dress, the stains leaving what looked like a vulgar strand of beads along the neckline. 

As you took in a deep breath, the skin on your chest prickled as a rose drop trickled down. Tugging down your dress, you found the offending droplet leaving a gummy trail as it slid down your sternum. 

Babe said not to touch, but Kole was gone and Boba was busy…

You hesitated a moment, before scooping the liquid with your thumb and popping your it in your mouth. 

“You like that?”

You almost choked at the sudden intrusion. Whipping around, you found Boba  shirtless, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You like walking around covered in cum?” The ghost of a smirk played on his lips. 

You pulled your thumb from your mouth, lips smacking in response, “I like walking around with your cum.”

He dismissed your statement with a snort and head shake. For as confident of a man that Boba Fett was, he had a shrinking mindset when it came to himself. Those who didn’t know him would say he was just sarcastic, which was true. He was sarcastic, but sometimes his dry comments emanated from his insecurities. And it confused the hell out of you. 

In the span of a single afternoon, Boba had threatened someone’s life, face fucked you in a hallway, and then paraded you around his release painted on your face, but the thought that you actually liked it was where he drew the line?

He moved to stand in front of you, his hands squeezing your waist while you pulled his face down so he couldn’t escape your fixed gaze. “I know what I like, Boba.” You pressed, as if that would squash his self-deprecating thoughts.

He didn’t even consider your words before crinkling his nose, “And now your knees are banged up.”

Okay. Technically that was true, but it was besides the point. You sighed, opting to not start a debate. You could practically hear Boba’s inner voice prepping a rebuttal. 

Instead, you nuzzled his cheek before grounding him back to you with a kiss. It was brief, just long enough for you to feel the warmth of his mouth and taste the air in his lungs, before he pulled away. He nodded towards the counter that was pressed into your back. 

“Up.”

Boba tightened his grasp on your waist to help steady you as you lifted yourself up to sit on the counter. Bending down, he assessed the damage to your knees. It wasn’t anything severe, just a bad case of road rash. But it still hurt. 

His hand hovered over your left knee, feeling the heat of inflammation radiate from the injured skin. Behind the caked on dirt, a violent shade of red peaked through, acting like a warning to back off of the offended skin. The surrounding areas formed a frame of budding bruises while scratches of various degrees ran down your knees. Some were small and already robbed over while others were much deeper. 

Shaking his head, he straightened up and began washing his hands. to wash his hands in the sink. 

“What did I tell you about those dresses?” He chastised, his protective nature coming out. 

You had to bite your cheek to keep your teasing smile. One of the things you learned about Boba was that his protectiveness extended past sex. It wasn’t just a kink for him. He was incredibly mindful of your wellbeing. Like when he warned you about running around the Palace in a dress that barely covered your ass.

“Easy access?” You joked, hoping your words would relax his clenched jaw. 

He responded with a pointed look, his broody eyes letting you he was not unamused. 

“Sorry.” You whispered as you bit your bottom lip.

“Practicality.” He emphasized, answering his own question. Grabbing the bacta kit, he kneeled in front of you. “This place is hard and dusty and covered in Hutt slime, you can’t be running around like this. You could get hurt.”

You give him a half-hearted nod in acknowledgement, your mind was bathing in Boba’s affection. He pressed a wet wash cloth to your knee trying to ease the caked on debris from your would. His full attention was now to you and tending to your wounds.

The universe had not been kind to Boba. He was thrust into scum and villainy before he could understand it. There was no place for empathy or emotions in such a wretched world. Emotions made you weak, and if you were weak, you were dead. 

The irony of it was that deep down, Boba was an emotional man. He had wants and desires just like anyone else, but he kept them buried, locked up in a box, and shoved into the farthest corner of his mind. What was the point of dreaming when he could never act on them? 

He operated in a state of diligent detachment from emotions and bonds. He liked it that way. It kept him safe. Sure, it wasn’t a mark of emotional maturity, but it worked for him.

And then you came along. He didn’t expect it at first. He saw you as a physical release, the result of a mutual agreement that sexually benefitted the both of you. And yet, you still opened yourself to him. You had your own problems and nightmares to deal with, but you still let him experience you so freely, as if you had nothing to lose. In response, he felt himself lowering his defenses and wanting to open himself to you just like you had done to him. 

For the first time, he went looking for that chained up box of desires and wants. When he couldn’t sleep, he would toy with the idea of revisiting those wants. But he held back. This was his own version of Pandora’s box and once he cut open the locks, there were no take backs. It scared him, although he would never admit it. So he waited, becoming reacquainted with affection and companionship. 

His love was non-verbal. It was brash and it wasn’t for everyone. He wouldn’t hold you, he wouldn’t write you love sonnets, or profess his love for you from the rooftops. He couldn’t speak his affection for you, but he could show you. He always made an extra cup of caf for you in the morning. On colder nights, he would wrap his blanket around you so you would stop shivering. 

He would treat your injuries, just like that exact moment. The King of the Underworld would get on his knees for his queen you. 

His touches were light and calculated as he worked, watching your body for any signs of discomfort or pain. When the antiseptic he poured over your cuts had flowed into a particular deep gash, you hissed and flinched away almost hitting him in the nose. He wasn’t annoyed or upset like you would have thought. He was comforting, pausing to hold your leg and rub soothing circles into your calf. 

“Hush, I know. Almost done.”

Moments like this were how he expressed his feelings for you. No one saw this side of him. Maybe Fennec after Boba saved her, but no one else. This was personal, the purest gift he could give you. It meant more than all the precious stones and credits in the galaxy. 

Your heart swelled with pride as he placed a bacta patch to each knee. With his job complete, you thanked him opening your legs so he could stand up and push himself between them. 

“What’s that smile for, girl?” He asked as his hands ran along your other thighs.

You didn’t even realize your were smiling, your mind hazy with adoration. You debated telling him, but decided against it. Affection was still new to him, you didn’t want to scare him off. You wanted to cherish the moment for as long as possible. 

Shaking your head, you intertwined your hands being his neck. “Nothing.”

His hands gripped the silky fabric of your dress before pressing his hot, open mouth to yours. The familiar knot constricting in your stomach from earlier had returned. His scent filled your body as your nails dragged against the nape of his neck. 

Boba broke away first to leave a trail of lazy kisses from your mouth up towards your temple, “Do you want to clean up?”

You shook your head, breath hitching when he dragged his tongue along a dried stripe running across your cheek.

“No?”

“No.”

“Why not?” 

“Because I like it.” Your breath caught in your throat as he tugged your dress up and over your chest. Once off, Boba threw your dress somewhere behind him leaving you in just your underwear.

“Always full of surprises.” He muttered before kissing you with the utmost respect, which only annoyed you. He was being cautious, teasing you by taming his actions just to see how needy you were. And you were really fucking needy by that point. 

He turned his attention to your chest. His fingers trailed along your flesh, moving inward to circle the outer perimeter of your nipples. So fucking close, but never actually touching them. With an impatient wiggle, you pressed your mouth harder to his, feeling your teeth crashed into his. 

Boba pulled away, “It seems like there’s something you want, little one.” 

He kissed down your throat, tongue gliding down to meet his hands as they massaged your breasts. Amusement laced his ever word as he spoke, “So what is it? What do you want?”

“Y-You.” You managed to get out as your heart thumped against your ribcage.

“You have me.”

“Boba…” 

“Use your words.”

You gasped when he finally pressed his lips to your chest. As his hands continued to massage your breasts while your nipples grew hard as he flicked his tongue over each of the hardened buds. 

Every nerve in your body on high alert to Boba and his taunting. You let out a high-pitched whine when he finally pulled a nipple into his mouth and began to suck. He didn’t let you revel in bliss for too long before calling out your name. 

Finally, a chance to compose yourself. You look down to find Boba watching you with a smug smile. 

“Fill me up. Please.”

Standing back up, his hand dropped to the front of your underwear. His finger ran along the waistband of your underwear before moving down to your clothed pussy. Your breath hitched when he started rubbing small circles on your clit.

“You like being bad, don’t you?”

“Maybe I do.”

“But you seem so nice.” 

“That’s what everyone thinks, isn’t it?”

“Everyone except me.”

“I like being naughty for you.”

His hands looped into the sides of your underwear and began pulling. You lifted yourself up just enough for him to yank the material off of your body, throwing it behind him to join your discarded dress. 

“Yeah?” He asked, not waiting for an answer. He kneeled in front of you again, pushing your legs apart. 

With you on full display for him, Boba pushed his face into, filling his lungs with your scent. 

“You smell so fucking good,” His nose bumped against your clit while his breath fanned out on your slit. “I could smell you when I was cleaning you up.”

Any hope that Boba was done with teasing was gone when he started bathing your lower half in kisses. He littered your inner thighs with pecks before sucking small bruises into your skin as he got closer to your wet core. 

“Boba,” You whined, when he kissed the joint between your leg and outer labia. His mouth was everywhere except where you wanted him. “I’ve been good.” 

“And I’m a man of my word. Stop pouting.”

His eyes stayed locked to yours as he pulled back your hood to place a chaste kiss directly on your clit. Rough hands gripped your thighs before he pulled the little bud into his mouth.

“Stars…Yes, yes,” You chanted when he started lapped and sucked on your clit. 

“That’s right,” His breath hit your clit with each word. “Let me hear those pretty little noises.”

You moaned his name as he ran his tongue long the edges of your lips, teasing your entrance, before dipping his tongue inside, pushing it in just a tiny bit, before pulling out. He repeated this, each time going a bit deeper. You squirmed as you watched as Boba’s nose grew wetter as his tongue moved in circles inside of you. 

By the time he pushed two of his fingers inside, you were on the brink of your first orgasm. His ministrations had chipped away at the little control you had left and the building pressure between your legs was close to breaking. 

“F-fuck, Boba-ahhh,” You moaned. Your orgasm escalating quickly, as you feel each stroke, each lick pulling you along. His fingers worked harder, his mouth going back to suck on your clit.

“Are you going to cum for me?”

“S-Stars I’m g-going to—” Shockwaves coursed through your body with every thrust of his fingers. 

“C’mon, little one. Soak my face.”

One, two, three more thrusts of his fingers and you wailed, your orgasm burning through you. He continued his ministrations until you let go of your thighs, letting them fall limp to the side. 

“You're beautiful when you come.” He stood up letting you awe at his soaked chin and jaw. You adjusted yourself before yanking his face down to your mouth. Running your tongue over his soaked skin, you licked yourself off of him while he sang words of praise in your ear.

“Good girl, taste how sweet you are.”

“My pretty baby came so well, your legs are still shaking.”

“You want me to fuck your pretty pussy?” Boba moaned, as he pulled down his pants just enough to pump himself in his hand.

“Think you can handle it?” 

You shuddered as he ran his cock along your slit. Your mouth hanging open unable to forms words. 

“Did my pretty girl go cock dumb? Does she need to go to bed?” Boba sneered, pulling away slightly, causing you to cry out in protest. Your arms flailed trying to pull him close to you.

“Then fucking beg for it.” He slapped your pussy with his free hand. “Show me how desperate you are.”

Overwhelmed and annoyed, you pushed your hands to his chest making him stumble back from you. You jumped down from the counter, turning around, and arching your back so your ass was stuck out for him. Your pussy puffed out between your spread legs the wetness from your release and his saliva smearing your inner thighs. 

Looking back around to him, your words were laced with exasperation, “B-Boba, please! You promised. I was so good, I was a good girl, I want you to fill me, please.”

Your exasperation was not lost on Boba. His knees buckled as he gripped himself harder. His baiting always made you impatient, but this was the biggest display of brat he had ever seen from you. 

You were a spoiled princess. His spoiled little princess. 

“Is my girl upset?” He cooed, approaching you again. “You know I’ll give you what you want.”

You could hear the sadistic grin in his voice. He loved to torment you like this. Even if you were good, he loved to watch you beg. 

“You just need to be patient.”

Finally, fucking finally, you felt the tip of his cock make contact with your slit. Not enough to enter you, just…resting there. Letting you know how close he is. You pushed back, trying to force him inside you fully, but Boba caught on. His hand came down on your ass, a loud smack vibrating against the walls. Your ass stung as a red hand print bloomed on your skin.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” He growled, smacking your other cheek with just as much force. 

You choked on your words as you pleaded, “I was good. I listened.”

“And now you’re forgetting your place.”

“Do you think I’m messing around? Think I won’t stop?”

Despite his sharp words, he continued to tease your slit, tapping his cock against your clit. You had a sneaking suspicion that he was to trying to exert the same amount of self-control he was demanding of you. 

“You gonna behave?”

“Yes,” You mewled, screwing your eyes shut. Maybe if you couldn’t see him you would calm down. Maybe. Maybe not, but worth a shot. 

“Then fucking act like it.”

You remained steady, trusting he would reward you if you only waited. He slapped your ass again just to be sure. Your knuckles turned white as you held on, locking your knees so you wouldn’t budge from your position.

“Very good.” Boba hummed as he surveyed your feeble attempts at control in the mirror. 

The pressure between your thighs increased and you felt his head parting your pussy lips. You clenched at the small amount inside you, as if trying to pull his cock inside of you. You needed him so bad. 

Your knuckles turn white when he runs the tip of his cock along your slit, gathering your wetness to make an even bigger mess. He started with your ass, gently prodding at the puckered hole. Nothing extreme or invasive, just some gentle taps to let you know he was there. After all, he did promise to fill all your holes…

Boba pushed in a little further, letting out a small grunt as he did so. He was working his way into you and it was the sweetest torture you had received. Boba could feel you pulsating, too, and grabbed your hips hard, thrusting himself all the way inside of you, forcing you to take his entire length in one go.

With his cock fully buried inside your cunt, he lost all sense of self-control. He pounded into you relentlessly, your hands and feet working so you wouldn’t go sailing into the mirror. 

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

His hands were splayed across the globes of your ass as he thrust into you tirelessly. He didn’t let you move, not even to return his thrusts with your own. He kept you planted in place, owning you, making you helpless on his cock.

“F-fuck, good girl, you take me so well,” He muttered as he ran his thumb across your ass before gently prodding at the puckered hole. Nothing too extreme or invasive, just gently pushing to let you know he was there. After all, he did promise to fill all your holes…

The gentle pushing on your ass contrasted with Boba’s fierce thrusting in your pussy had you struggling to keep your whimpers from escaping your mouth. 

You felt his hands slithered up your body, one wrapping around your neck while the other wrapped around your abdomen right under your breasts. Pulling you up, he kept you locked against him. His chest heaved as he thrust into you, his force and rhythm never faltering. The hand wrapped around your neck moved up, his fingers prodding your lips.

“Open your mouth, baby,” He grunted, thrusting two fingers past your parted lips. His skin heated up as your tongue swirled around them. He pushed them farther in hitting the back of your throat as you moaned.

“Good girl,” He lifted his head to watched you in the mirror. “Suck my fingers, pretend it’s my cock.”

He wanted to commit to memory every single thing about you. The sheen of sweat that covered your body. The way the skin on your thighs rippled with each thrust. He watched your hands grip the arm wrapped around your chest, fingers scratching his scarred skin as you tried to fight off your approaching orgasm. Consumed in carnal bliss, you were beautiful to him. He wanted you to see what he saw, wanted you to experience it all. Every last detail. 

“O-Open your eyes, pretty girl,” He coaxed. “Look at yourself getting fucked.”

The first thing you saw were his fingers stuffed in your mouth as you drooled on his hand. His brown eyes leered at you from over your shoulder, watching you with such animalistic desire, he looked to be in pain. His desire and own release ached as he drove into your wet pussy. 

“What would that piece of shit Kole say if he saw you like this?”

Your only answer was a moan, feeling his cock rubbing against your g-spot. You watched Boba bite into the sensitive skin of your shoulder. 

“He’d never look at you ever again.”

“He wouldn’t think you were such a nice girl anymore."

“He’d think you were such a little slut.” 

“You’re my little slut, right? Only for me.” 

“Mmmm-hmmm.” Your pussy started to convulse, moments away from your second orgasm. 

“Touch yourself. Cum one more time before I fill you.”

“Can you do that?”

“Let me see you shake.”

Your hand shot between your legs, unable to taunt and tease like he had done. You were too horny, too desperate. You rubbed tight circles on your clit, the tips of your fingers brushing his length as he thrust in and out. 

Boba wasn’t far behind, chasing his own release. His voice cracked as he spoke, “O—h, fuck, I—I’m going to cum.” 

He ripped his fingers from your mouth, his hand returning to its original spot on your throat. Your eyes fluttered close for a brief second before Boba squeezed the sides of your throat. 

“No, no, little one. E—Eyes open.” 

“Watch yourself.”

Your chest felt heavy for air as your vocal cords vibrated in short, quick grunts. The pressure building inside of you was growing faster than before. It was intense, almost unbearable. Your pussy spasmed and you felt yourself starting to lose control over your lower muscles.

“B-Boba. I t-think I’m g-gonna—ahhh” 

“Let go. Cum all over my cock.”

You couldn’t hold back any longer. Caught in a crossfire of stimulation and pleasure, your body shook as you screamed. Your juices flowed out of you with an unstoppable force. It was running down your legs and splashing against Boba as he continued thrusting into you. 

“F—fuck, goo-od girl. You fucking soaked me.”

The sight of you loosing yourself to pleasure, pleasure he created, and feeling you dripping down him was all it took before he buried his face in your neck. Low groans vibrated against your shoulder as Boba caught his own release.

You clenched around him, making it impossible for him to pull out. He emptied inside of you, ropes of cum stuffing you full as he throbbed against your fluttering muscles. 

“Milk me, little one.”

“Take every last drop in your pussy.”

Boba continued with shallow thrusts, pushing his cum deeper inside of you. The warm feeling of fullness fanned over your lower half as you collapsed onto the cold counter top. Boba followed soon after, his forearms resting on the countertop on each side of your head. 

You felt Boba bury his face in your hair, letting you scent consume him. Even in a state of euphoria, his hands were still clenched in weak fists. Using the little amount of your restored energy you had, he pushed your head until your lips pressed into his calloused skin. He kissed the nap of your neck in return. 

Your bodies melted together in post-orgasmic bliss, your breathing slowly leveling out as Boba softened inside of you. You could feel some of his cum start to escape, trailing down your abused pussy clit. 

After a while, you turned your head, whispering Boba’s name. He lifted his head up, eyes disoriented as if he had been woken up from a nap. 

“I think I’m ready to wash up now.”

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