#boba x reader

[mandos-mind-trick]

Kinktober Day 24 - Oviposition

Summary: It’s mating season. Boba has a special request for you this year. 

Pairing: Boba x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, monster AU, Naga!Boba, snake anatomy (Boba has two dicks), masturbation, mating, oviposition, lots of talk of pregnancy (cause that’s kind of the point), stomach bulge, lots of fluids, magic

A/N: I don't have much to say about this one but what do I have to do to get Naga!Boba to lay his eggs in me?

MASTERLIST

A gentle breeze brushes your skin as you lean against the balcony overlooking the red sands below. It’s still hot despite the setting suns, the warm breeze offering little respite to the burning heat radiating off the sand far below. You fiddle with the rings on your fingers, your entire body adorned in gold and jewels. Your thin, green dress rustles in the breeze, the fabric as fine as silk but thin enough to keep you cool in the hot desert. 

You step back inside, your room still heavily fragranced by the scented oils you had bathed with. Nerves flutter in your stomach as the twin suns drop lower and lower in the sky, painting your room in deep oranges and reds. It’s a beautiful sight, one you usually enjoy, but tonight you’re too anxious to bask in the sunset. 

You stop in front of the mirror, adjusting the gold, bejeweled crown atop your head. It was made specially for you, as was most of your jewelry. He likes it when you’re bedecked in signs of his riches, his power. That is what you’re here for. To show off, to be stared at. Another prized possession for him to keep in his palace. 

Well, that’s not all you’re here for. 

There’s a short knock on the door before it slides open, Fennec stepping in. A smirk flashes across her face as she looks you over. You’ve taken comfort in Fennec, the only other human in the castle, many times before. Boba only has so many uses for you, and you spend most of your time alone. 

Though, if all goes well, that will change tonight. 

“He’s ready for you.” Fennec says, holding the door open. 

You take a steadying breath before walking out the door, letting her lead you down to the sublevel where Boba resides. It’s cooler down here, the lower levels protected from the heat of the day.

Fennec pauses outside the giant doors to his chamber, giving you a steadying look before she knocks. The deep, gruff voice inside calls to enter and she opens the door for you. You take a breath, steadying your nerves before you step into the dimly lit chambers. The door closes behind you, latching shut. You know Fennec will stand guard, but the thought of being locked inside has the nerves twisting your stomach violently. 

You’re not afraid of Boba. You’ve long gotten over that fear. He would never hurt you, and has even gone so far as to defend you from others that got too close, others that thought they could touch. 

No, your nerves are swirling for a different reason. 

It’s mating season. 

Twice a year Boba goes through mating season. He’s more aggressive, quicker to anger, and always more possessive of his things, including you. He usually spent the height of it alone in his chambers, having lavish gifts sent to you and vast meals laid out. It’s always a strange time, but you’ve grown used to it. 

This time, he had a request for you. It took you by surprise when Fennec delivered the message, and you took a long time to think it over. 

“Thank you for agreeing to this.” Boba says, uncoiling himself from where he had been sitting in the corner. 

He’s thick and broad, from his head to the tip of his tail. His top half is human enough to not seem strange, with the exception of his pointed ears, slitted eyes, and the thin, sharp fangs you know reside in his mouth. You’ve seen them more than once, bared as a threat to anyone who angers him. Rarely does he use them, striking out only when necessary. Those who receive his bite never live to tell the tale. 

His skin is tanned on the top half, bearing many scars from his days as a warrior. The tanned skin changes into scales at his elbows and his waist. His scales are dark, the base black with green, red, and yellow spots coloring the expanse. His hands are big and his fingers end in claws, dangerous claws capable of taking skin off as easily as a knife cuts into soft butter. His tail is strong, flexible, and long, so long he could likely touch each end of his vast chambers if he stretched it out straight. You’ve felt its power before, had it coiled around your body, watched it coil around others and snap their bones like its nothing. 

He’d never hurt you. That he promised. 

He slithers up to you, towering over your form. You stare up at him, swallowing your nerves. 

“I wish to serve you in any way that I can.” You say, fiddling with the gold belt around your waist. “Of course, I didn’t know this was possible before.” 

Boba wants you to carry his clutch. 

The words Fennec had said to you, the message she had delivered just days ago when mating season began. You didn’t know much about his species or their mating before, and you weren’t entirely sure it was possible for you to carry his eggs. 

“They need a safe, warm place to incubate.” He says, slithering closer to you, closing the distance between you. He lowers himself down so you’re closer to the same height, a clawed hand coming to rest on your stomach. “And what better place than inside my most prized possession.” 

Your stomach clenches and not from nerves. You know he cares about you, but you had always assumed his most prized possession would be his vast treasure or his weapons. Not...you. 

“There are not many,” He says, his hand dragging across your stomach to hold your hip. “And there will be some discomfort with placing them, but I will do my best to make it as painless as possible. Do you have any questions?” 

You stare up into his eyes, his tail slowly coiling around you. You hadn’t even noticed it was moving, too captivated by him. “How will they...come out when they’re ready?” You ask. 

He smiles. “Your body will know when it is time to lay them. That will be the most uncomfortable part. Not all of them will make it, but no harm will come to you in the process.” 

You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Okay.” 

He picks you up in his arms, slithering over to the lowered part of the floor where he sleeps. It’s full of sand, and you wonder if he buries himself in it when he sleeps. You know normal snakes like to burrow, and the image of him burrowing in the sand brings a smile to your lips. 

Boba coils his tail in the sand, covering a large area. He lowers you down so you’re resting against his tail, your body splayed out across him. His tail is warm, the scales smooth against your skin. It’s not the first time you’ve rested on his tail. You sit amongst the coils often when he’s holding court, draped across him in your finery. 

This is different though. 

His hands tug at the stays of your dress, removing it from your body easily. He keeps the jewels and the crown in place, trailing his hand over the pendant that falls right above your breasts. 

“You are very beautiful.” He says, staring down at you. It’s also not the first time he’s complimented you. 

It still never quite fails to bring warmth to your cheeks. “Thank you.” You say, slightly breathless. 

His hands trail down your sides, claws gently scratching across your skin. “I want this to be as pleasurable for you as possible.” His hands stop at your hips, his tail shifting to lift them slightly. “Touch yourself for me.” 

Heat blossoms beneath your skin as you stare up at him, nerves beginning to chew away at your stomach again. You hadn’t expected this to be part of it. You had expected...well, you’re not entirely sure what you had expected. Something so intimate...that certainly wasn’t it. 

You slip a hand down your body, fingers trailing over your skin. You keep your gaze locked with his as you reach your slit. You part your legs further, trailing your fingers over your clit. You’re sensitive, sex not something you partake in often, and you’re usually alone when you do. 

Your lips part in a gasp as you continue to tease your clit, the cool air brushing against your dampening slit. Boba’s eyes trail down your body to where your hand is circling your bud, his nostrils flaring as he inhales deeply. His senses are different than yours, more sensitive, he told you once. He can hear and smell and see better than you can. You can only imagine what this is like for him. 

You continue to rub your clit, your eyes drawn down his body to his waist. Not far below where the skin changes to scales, there’s a slit opening. Your eyes widen as something begins to poke out. Not one something, but two somethings. Side by side, two cocks spring forth from the slit in his stomach. It’s not far off from where it would be if he were a human man. One is slightly larger than the other, with a wider hole at the top. 

Your ministrations stop as you stare at them. You have little experience with human men, but you know this is very different. “Are you...going to put both...” 

Boba chuckles, leaning forward to cup your face. “No, little one.” He wraps his other hand around the smaller one. “This one will prepare you first.” He moves his hand to the larger one. “This one will deliver the eggs into your womb.” 

Your lips part as you stare at them, nodding slowly. “Uh huh.” 

He chuckles again, pulling back so he’s hovering between your legs. He smooths his hands over your thighs, putting your slick folds on display. “This may feel strange. I promise it will not hurt for long.”

You gulp as he lines the smaller cock up with your pussy, dragging the head through your folds. It’s strangely slick, coated in some sort of lubrication. It doesn’t hurt much as he presses into you, the lubrication helping him slide right in. You moan at the stretch, watching the appendage slip deeper and deeper into you. He braces himself over you, rocking his hips as he works into you. 

You relax back against his tail, toes curling as he stretches you open, reaching deeper and deeper inside of you. Your pussy begins to tingle, the strange lubrication coating your walls. The pain of the stretch is gone, the strange tingling sensation taking over. 

“I-It’s strange...” You gasp as he presses further into you, bumping up against your cervix. It doesn’t hurt much, but your pussy continues to tingle, all pain disappearing, only the pressure of his cock inside you left. 

“It’s numbing you.” He grunts, continuing to push his cock up against your cervix. “It will make it easier for you to take my clutch.” 

“Oh!” You gasp, pleasure beginning to bubble under your skin as he fucks you. 

Despite the numbing you can still feel him, the pressure along your walls, the push of him against a spot inside you that has you almost seeing stars. 

You almost whine as he withdraws his cock, your tingling walls feeling empty despite the numbness. His hands wrap around your thighs, pushing them up and towards your chest. He tells you to hold them there, splaying yourself open further for him. Your face warms as he stares down at you. A twist of anticipation and slight fear burns through you as he wraps his hand around the other, larger cock. You expect it to hurt, especially as he lines it up. 

The pressure is intense, but there’s no pain as he presses his cock into you. Your body stretches around him, your lower stomach bulging a bit as he eases himself into your walls. You’re breathing heavily, fingers digging into your skin as you watch him move inside you, sinking deeper and deeper, spreading you open and pushing against that spot inside you. 

“Relax.” He says, hovering over you. His hands rest on his tail by your head, his cock sinking deeper and deeper until he’s pressed against your cervix. “This may be a bit uncomfortable at first.” He warns. 

You let out a quiet sound as a cramping feeling begins in your stomach and back, his hips sinking closer to yours. You wince at the pain, clamping around him. One of his hands cups your face, your knuckles nearly white as you cling to the backs of your knees. 

It doesn’t take long for the pain to dissipate, the numbing setting in. It’s a strange feeling as he pushes into your cervix, his body settling against yours. He lets out a groan as his cock begins twitching, a sudden gush of fluid filling you. You whimper at the strange feeling, his cock pushing harder and harder against that spot as he pulses inside you. 

His eyes are screwed closed, a deep groan falling from his lips as something pushes against your entrance. Your eyes drop down to where your bodies are connected, his cock bulging against your entrance. Your eyes widen as it begins to push into you, spreading you open even more. You let out a sound as you watch it push its way through your canal and your cervix. 

Something heavy and warm drops into your uterus, your entire body clenching at the strange sensation. Boba lets out another groan as his cock begins to swell and bulge against your entrance. 

He’s laying his eggs inside you. 

The second one pushes into you, stretching you open again. You’re expecting it this time, relaxing your body as the egg drops into your uterus. It’s still strange, but the thought of having his eggs inside you, and the push of the eggs against your walls has pleasure bubbling in your stomach once more. 

“Doing so good.” Boba praises you as another presses against your entrance. “Taking my clutch so well.” 

You practically preen under his praise, your stomach starting to bulge a bit as the third drops into you. They feel heavy, the sensation strange as your body works to adapt to the change quickly. 

You can’t help but moan as the fourth makes its way to your uterus, your hands releasing your legs so they can wrap around his waist. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you as he continues to fill you with his eggs. 

The fifth one is the biggest, nearly catching on your entrance as Boba pushes it through with a deep groan. You can only imagine what it feels like for him, your walls fluttering around him. 

“One more.” He groans, sharp fangs dragging along your neck. “Doing so good for me, princess.” 

You cum as the sixth egg pushes its way into you, the pressure against that spot inside you too much. Your back arches, pressing you closer to him as you cum around him. He groans, releasing more fluid into you before he eases out of your cervix, drawing his cock from your walls. 

You’re still coming down from your high as his cocks disappear back into his slit. You stare down at your bulging stomach, pressing your hand against the bump. You make a sound as you feel the eggs move within you. You wonder if they’ll get bigger, or heavier. They already feel heavy, firm and solid within you. 

Boba puts his hand next to yours, claws tickling your skin as he feels his clutch inside you. He leans back over you, kissing you softly. “Thank you.” He murmurs against your lips. “Thank you for doing this for me.” 

All you can do is nod, feeling exhausted from the effort of taking his clutch, even if you didn’t do anything but lay still. 

“You should rest.” Boba says, laying himself next to you on his tail. “It is late.” 

You feel your eyes fluttering closed even as you try to fight it, exhaustion and sleep taking over as you drift off to sleep on his coiled tail. 

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[vodika-vibes]

hi thanks for spoiling everybody recently 😚 can I ask for a Boba Fett (you can choose either from RotJ or BoBF) paired with #3 of your 2nd smut prompt list, “Your eyes always glaze over when you cum”?

Spoiled

Summary: You spend an evening with Boba.

Pairing: Boba Fett x F!Reader

Word Count: 967

Warnings: Smut, aftercare

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I hope that this is okay! I don't think I've ever written anything that jumps right to the smut before, so this is a first for me.

“You’re doing so good, Princess.” Boba rumbles in your ear as he drags his calloused fingers down your sides, and then back up again. “So good for me,” He praises as he slowly thrusts up into you. 

You whine, arching up into his touch, “Boba-” 

“I have you, Princess.” He reassures you, his voice low and deferential. 

You’re perched on his lap, your arms tied behind your back, while he slowly fucks you. You’ve been here for a while now, and he’s already forced you to fall apart around him several times. 

At this point, the only thing you can think about is the man pressed against you, and the delicious sensation of him thrusting into you. Which is exactly what he told you he wanted when he arrived on your doorstep several hours earlier. 

He adjusts his angle and you release a cry as he hits the spot inside you, again, that has you seeing stars and your head falls forward to rest on his slightly sweaty shoulder.

Boba’s hand slides up your back and he firmly grips a handful of your hair, pulling you back from his shoulder just roughly enough that you release a pleasure filled moan, “You need to keep your eyes on me, Princess.” He orders, “Your eyes always glaze over when you cum, and I want to see it.”

You shudder and struggle to keep your gaze on Boba, but he makes it so very difficult when he increases his pace and pushes you closer and closer to another orgasm.

His name falls from you like a prayer, and Boba chuckles as he snakes his hand down your body to press firmly against your clit. It’s all the stimulation you need as he shoves you over the edge to your release. 

Somehow, likely because of his firm grip in your hair, you’re able to keep your gaze open and on him as you fall apart around him for the fourth, or was it fifth(?), time that evening.

He groans as you clench tightly around him and continues to shallowly fuck you through your orgasm. And once you stop trembling and are gazing at him though hazy eyes, he tightens his grip around you and starts thrusting hard and fast, chasing his own release with your sore and exhausted body.

He releases your hair, and slides his hands down to where your hands are bound behind you, and he releases you with a tug on the satin holding you still, and you immediately twine your arms around his neck and thread your fingers through his curly hair, holding him as close as you can. 

“There we go,” Boba groans in your ear, “My sweet girl, made for me. Made for my cock.” He roughly drags his hands up your spine, “Gonna fill you, pretty girl. Gonna stuff you full.” His lips find a spot on your neck and you whine low in the back of your throat as he bites down, “Gonna make you mine. No one is ever going to make you feel as good as I do.” He pulls  you into a deep kiss, his tongue sliding along your lips, and against your tongue.

His steady rhythm falters as he thrusts hard into you and spills his release deep inside you. And you release a mewling whine as you feel his release paint your walls.

Boba’s tight grip loosens into something softer, and he presses his forehead against your own as he catches his breath. “I’m going to lay you down, Princess.” He murmurs once his breathing has steadied.

You nod at him slowly, and he eases you down to the plush comforter of your bed, and a low groan falls from you as his softening cock slips out of your, your mixed release dripping from you and onto the bed. You shimmy up the bed, with his help, until your head is resting on a pillow again, and you blink at him sleepily.

Boba smiles at you, adoration clear on his face, “I’ll be right back, cyare.” He leans over you and kisses you, softly and sweetly, before he’s gone from your bed. 

You lazily track him across the room with your eyes, and you watch him vanish into the fresher, only to return a moment later with a wet cloth. He carefully, lovingly cleans you up, and tosses the cloth to the side when he’s done. 

His fingers trail along your jaw, and you smile at him lovingly, “Boba,” You murmur his name, your voice slightly hoarse from the sheer amount of moaning you’ve done.

“There you are,” Boba replies, “Are you back with me now?” He asks as he lays on the bed next to you, his hands firm and grounding you here with him.

You nod, “Was a lot,” You say as you shift to lay your head on his chest. “Was perfect,” You add with a small smile. 

He chuckles, “Was worried you weren’t going to be able to handle it there towards the end,” Boba admits, he trails his hand to your wrists, which he then brings up to his mouth to lovingly kiss the bruises left behind by the satin, “We’ll have to switch material, I think. Satin doesn’t have enough give.”

“I like how satin feels though,” You reply.

He huffs out a laugh, “Then I’ll buy you satin sheets, my perfect girl.”

You smile at him, “I love you,” You murmur.

“I know,” His fingers glide across your lips, “I love you too, princess.” He lightly trails his fingers down your throat, “Are you feeling up to a bath?”

You hum and snuggle against him, “Will you carry me?”

He laughs, “I spoil you. But yes, I will carry you if you want.”

And you smile at him adoringly in turn.

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[blackmonitor]

Chapter 11 is up! (This is where the smut begins 🤭) And some old, and not posted art for you all 🥰

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[seriowan]

dance of the desert snake - boba fett x f!reader

⭒ main masterlist

⭒ summary: when you were told to dance before the daimyo of tatooine, you didn't think that your night would end in his bed, but even a king cannot deny the dance of the desert snake ⭒ pairings: boba fett x female!AFAB reader ⭒ rating: explicit 18+ MINORS DNI ⭒ word count: 7.9k (hoooooly fuck lol) ⭒ tw/cw: SMUT! public nudity, lap dancing, slight voyeurism if you squint, unprotected PiV, oral (f & m receiving), crumbs of a breeding kink

⭒ chapter theme song(s): the snake, lana lubany — do it for me, rosenfeld a/n: this is basically 8 thousand words of pure self-indulgent smut that also has a bit of my poetic pizzazz to it. I also don't know when to stop writing so this ended up being so fucking long but I'm not complaining cause for once I'm actually satisfied with how this ended up! (this has not been beta-read so we're raw-dogging this fic) as always, please remember to reblog and enjoy!! may the 4th be with you ♡ (banner made by me!)

- Breathe in. 

   There he was. 

Breathe out. 

   Sitting on his throne, legs spread open in an image of power. Placement secured on the top step, fortifying his dominance as he watched... and watched... and watched. A statue of green among a sea of the lesser evil with his arms across the manchette, Fennec to his right, and a silver Mandalorian to his left. 

Breathe in. 

   You stood in the eye of the storm. The center of the daimyo's den was yours and the ocean of faces from his personal court were your spectators. Eyes that watched with hunger and awe. Lips that were curled in smiles or open-mouthed by your attire — or lack thereof.

   And yet among the sea, you were captured by the land. Sturdy and tangible, just a few paces away in front of you. Green like the thick jungles; yellow like the rising and setting suns; red like the color of your lips.

Breathe out. 

  The black visor of the helmet left nothing but imagination. Wonder. You hadn’t seen the daimyo before and in retrospect, you hadn’t even known there was a new daimyo until you were called to perform for him. Now that you stood in front of the throne, the grated ground biting into your bare feet, you realized that this new daimyo, this new king of Tatooine, was far more of an interest than you expected. 

   While Boba Fett was hidden underneath the shelter of his helmet, you, on the other hand, were left bare like the day you were born, save for the deep green jeweled sash that tied around your bare waist. A golden ribbon was painted around your body, curling across your nipples and around your limbs like a glistening yellow snake. With each roll of your hips, hands caressing up your body to weave through your hair, the ribbon on your skin rippled like a moving snake, drawing the attention of those who stood in the throne room. 

   You didn’t need to see his eyes to feel them. His gaze left a path of goosebumps across every curve, every bare stretch of skin that captured his warm attention. Shoulders squared, he sat reclined in his seat as the flute player continued to play their tune, breathing into the long wooden pipe.

The music was so delicate and soft that you felt it spark a flame at the base of your throat. The embers traveled down your sternum to the heart of your belly, humming pleasantly as the music made you move, bringing your hips to a slow and sensual drag from side to side. 

   You danced the tune of Tatooine — hips moving like the ripples on the dunes; arms and hands curling like the warm breeze. The music was that of the rolling sands and you were the viper, leaving your mark in the room as it leaves its marks in the grain. You slithered your hands down your body, head rocking back as you shut your eyes and followed the flute.

Breathe in. 

   Boba moved, a slight shuffle echoing from the throne as he leaned farther back and shifting his lap forward. Folding his arms across his torso, his chin dipped as he watched — a sign of his attention as he tracked the movements of your hips. Sensually and slowly. Never rushing. Giving view of every corner that the daimyo so eagerly wished to see. 

   To the dreamy, seductive flute, you strut up the steps. There was an added fire to your walk; the tense slither of a snake approaching the throne. Running your hand through your hair, down your neck and body, you approached him and slowly circled him, index finger tracing a path up his arm. 

   The Mandalorian to his left shifted but paused when Boba raised a finger. Fennec stood off of the manchette and took a step back, watching you with a raised brow of amusement as you held her gaze, nails dragging across the daimyo’s shoulder to the center of his chest where you traced a circle in the green armor.

   You needed to be bold. You wanted to be brash. Possessive. Gloating as you touched the daimyo while his right hand and guarding Mandalorian were standing right there. 

   If he was to remember you, desire you, then you would make your imprint on him, as his gaze had done so to you. 

   The eyes in the room no longer stared; their mouths, closed. Faces were now blank — voids of indifference, of background. The music washed away their shuffling feet, soft flute distracting you from the murmurs of surprise at your audacity to touch the man on the throne. 

   Your attention was stolen by his mere presence. He was demanding even as you stalked around him, nails teasingly tracing the bottom of his helmet. 

   Locking onto that expressionless visor, you spread your legs and laid claim to his lap. 

   He felt so large, so tense and muscular underneath your legs that for a moment, you nearly forgot that you were meant to dance. You nearly forgot that an entire audience of prospects watched — businessmen, gangsters, crime lords, rich benefactors… each here to lay tribute at the daimyo’s feet for saving them from the corruption of the Mayor Mok Shaiz.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you swallowed and continued your fluid movements, grabbing his hands to guide them to your hips. He squeezed the soft flesh just above the jeweled sash — a thin article that did little to hide your cunt, now bare and laid across his crotch like an open invitation. 

   Hands on his shoulders, you flipped your hair and slowly ground against him to the sensual cadence of the music. He guided you with his hands on your hips, moving you slowly but surely. Giving into temptation, you heard him suck in a breath as he traced his hands up your sides, thumbing your perked nipples. 

   The jolt that shot through your belly was sinful. Instant desire overwhelmed your senses, drying your mouth. You wet your lips, catching his attention. 

   "Do not be afraid, my lord daimyo," you whispered softly, pressing your cheek against the helmeted ear. "My bite holds no venom." 

   Shifting your weight to your legs, you sat up and traced a fingertip down your lips… down the center of your throat… between the valley of your bare breasts… before dragging your hands down your thighs and  back up his armor.

   Boba's chest rumbled underneath your fingers. "Are you under the impression that I fear you?" 

   "No," you murmured, soft with amusement. You imagined his eyes following the movement of your hands as you snaked your hands up your breasts. Desire burned, unspoken yet scalding between your fluid body and his rigid muscles. “But you are cautious.” 

   You dragged your hands down his arms, squeezing his biceps as you went farther down. 

   “So tense,” you breathed. Eyes flashing with challenge, you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth and bent down, hovering your lips over his helmeted mouth. “Perhaps you should relax, my daimyo. Your subjects are watching.” 

   With a languid roll, he guided your barely-clothed cunt over his cock, rocking your hips to the music. Clit grazing the seam of his flightsuit, your lips parted with a muted moan and he chuckled deeply — a noise so muffled that you nearly missed it had you not felt his chest vibrate.

   "Your master," he hummed curiously, relaxing his arms back on the arm rests. "Does he care for you?" 

   Though the question was unlike anything you expected to hear from the daimyo, you remained devoted to what he wanted — the lustful grind you disguised as a dance to the flute. Feeling no need to lie, you shook your head from side to side. "He does not, though I cannot ask for more than the home he offers me. I am in servitude to Master Aveen.” 

   "No," he breathed, reaching up to trace a knuckle along your jawline."Not anymore. A dove does not coo when she is kept in a cage." 

   You dragged the pad of your thumb along the pointed metal jaw and cheekbones, brows furrowing.

   "Is that what you wish from me?" You murmured softly, swiveling your hips while you rolled your head back. Your hand graced up to his neck, tugging at the fabric around his throat so you could slip your fingers across the warm flesh. His pulse greeted you — measured yet powerful. 

   “Do you wish to trade my cage for a palace?" 

   "The galaxy will be your cell, as it is my own," he promised as he caressed his fingertips down your arm, giving your wrist a light tug. You leaned forward, breasts grinding against his armored chest. His helmet tipped, watching you with total devotion. When he spoke, his voice was thick and baritone, husky and deep enough to draw a soft sigh from your lips.“Unless you are a divine goddess, boundless in the universe — a theory I am inclined to believe." 

   He curled two fingers, gesturing for you to come closer. 

   You bit your lip and hovered your lips over the mouth of his helmet.

   "Anything you ask, I will give you. Your freedom is yours if you so choose it." 

   The truth behind his words weighed heavily in your chest, causing your loose dance to slow to a stop. 

   He wished to set you free. 

   Aveen had your services until you paid off your debt — a debt that Boba Fett could pay off with a mere twitch of his hand. You'd be free with a single word from the daimyo. In turn for what, dancing? To please him? To live in a grand monastery, showered with riches from a powerful ruler? There were no chains to hold you down; no agreements that would bind you to him. You were free to leave if you wished…

   …but a life of luxury was nothing to dispute. You made your mind the moment he implied to have you. To keep you as his. 

   A muse for the daimyo, strong and powerful and oh-so yours.  

   Lips curling in a devious smile, you regained the rhythm to the music and grasped the edges of his helmet, tempted to remove it and see his face. But that was a secret that you wished to keep for now. Instead, you tilted his head back until the briefest slip of skin peeked from underneath the bodysuit. 

   Like a snake's tongue, delicate and quick, you licked a stripe across the salty skin, tangy and dried by the sands. He tasted like a man, metallic and musky and human — capable of being touched, of falling into temptation. 

   The thought of being claimed in front of everyone in the room felt tempting, but the daimyo was extraordinarily patient, even as you discreetly bit his neck. His hands were patient and methodical, brushing down the expanse of your torso to your back where he grasped the globes of your ass with both gloved hands, squeezing tight as he guided your hips into another slow grind. 

   You felt it then — the hard length that strained against the fabric of his trousers. Devilish lips twitched into a grin and you shut your eyes, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as his rich voice spoke out over the flute, “Aveen.” 

   The flute player stopped, glancing curiously between Boba and the Trandoshan that stepped out of the crowd. Boba jerked a finger towards Fennec, beckoning her closer. You met her gaze and smiled, eyes half-lidded from the lust that flashed her a clear message — ask and you shall receive. 

   Fennec looked unmoved but you saw the corner of her lip twitch as she approached, watching Aveen alongside the daimyo. 

   The Trandoshan looked terrified as he sputtered, "Y-Yes, Mighty Daimyo? Is she not to your liking? I can retrieve you another-" 

   "No." 

   Boba squeezed your hips when you nibbled on the warm skin of his neck. You obediently listened and pulled away to adjust your position. Rather than kneeling on his thighs, you sat on one and leaned your head against his shoulder, tracing patterns on his armor. Turning your head, you joined Fennec and Boba's stare, peering into the crowd as Aveen nervously wrung his hands together. He met your gaze but quickly looked away when Boba cleared his throat. 

   "N-No?" Aveen echoed, unable to keep his business composure before the frightening crime lord. You hadn’t seen him choke up before so you watched with delicious delight as your keeper, owner, the master of your debt, shriveled underneath Boba Fett’s helmeted stare. 

   "No," Boba restated. "I will pay off this treasure's debt. She is free from your care and under my protection from here on out.” 

   Aveen sputtered. “B-B-But she’s my best dancer! I’ve never gotten a complaint from her and she has many recurring customers and it is good business and-“ 

   You tensed, grimacing at the mention of the customers who more often than not, left fingerprint bruises along your arms and neck. Boba noticed your sudden tension and went rigid with anger. 

   “Quit your stammering, lizard,” he snapped, shifting to stand. You stood alongside him, half of your body hidden behind his back. You peeked from behind his back, smirking with wicked satisfaction as Aveen clamped his jaw shut and nodded, bowing at the waist. 

   “Y-Yes of course, might Daimyo.” He straightened up only to bow once more. You snorted, rolling your eyes. “She is yours.” 

   “Yes,” the Daimyo rumbled, turning his head to look at you through the black visor. “She is.” 

   Your cunt fluttered, pulsing with the same desire that lingered on his tongue. You went still, swallowing thickly, eyes darting back and forth across his helmet.Taking your hand in his own, Boba turned to his audience and said, “Your tributes are accepted and the loyalty you have established today will provide fruitful opportunities in the future. Mistress Shand will answer your questions and handle matters in my stead.” 

   With a final clench of your hand, he stalked down the steps, pulling you alongside him through the sea of people. The last thing you saw before Boba led you up a flight of stairs was the smirk that Fennec flashed Mando, and the curt head shake that the Mandalorian gave her in return.

-

The view from Boba’s balcony was truly a marvel. The Dune Sea stretched far beyond the horizon — an endless ocean of tan sands that glistened in the passion fruit light of the setting suns. Warm breezes tickled your skin like gentle caresses, as if Tatooine itself was gracing you with the comfort of your newfound freedom. 

   You nearly mistook Boba’s gentle touches as the wind. His fingertips were so soft and full of praise as he placed a gloveless hand on your thigh, brushing his fingertips up underneath the jeweled sash around your waist. With a tug, he unraveled it and tossed it to the side. 

   Shutting your eyes, you hummed with pleasure as he palmed your hips, pressing your ass against the strain in his pants. 

   “You’ve made quite the impression today,” he mumbled, cheek pressing against your hair.  

   “A performance only for the Daimyo of Tatooine,” you promised, relaxing your head back against his shoulder. Sighing at his touch, you opened your eyes and peered up, only to go tense when you realized that there was no helmet to hide his face. 

   His tan skin was peppered with the dust of Tatooine, colored like the burnt sands and full of rosy life. Calm brown eyes washed away the tension brought by the helmet, bringing about a sense of safety that made you exhale a soft sigh. It was the gaze of a man that had learned from his experiences — wisdom brought on by grief, survival, and near brushes with death. The grooves and wrinkled skin were testimonies of his life — a life that you wished to learn, listen to, and live with. 

   You turned, pressing your breasts against his chest and in a bold move, perched up on the tips of your toes to kiss the corner of his mouth. His brows rose, lips curling with the softest smirk of surprise before his eyes fell down to his chest at the finger you pressed into the armored sternum. 

   “Would you like a private dance, my king?” You purred, slowly pushing him backwards until his legs hit the edge of the bed. Boba sat down with a breathy chuckle. 

   “King?” He mused as you crawled over his lap, knees digging into the mattress while your nimble fingers unclasped his armor. You set it down, sliding down to your knees to unlock the belt from around his waist. Little by little, piece by piece, his armor began to decorate the floor, leaving him in the black tunic with a patient yet needy expression on his face as you kneeled before him, hands on his knees to spread his legs wide. 

   “Yes,” you hummed, kissing his kneecap through the thick fabric. “You sit on a throne, the gotras are in the palm of your hand, and you are honored like the rulers of old through tributes. Tell me, do you care for the sands and its people or the riches you’ve acquired from your business?” 

   “The Dune Sea is my home,” he said as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the ground alongside his armor. His gaze became heavy, stoic with duty. “I wouldn’t have rid the land of the spice trade if I cared for riches. Its people… the land… So long as I am in charge, it is mine to uphold and keep safe.” 

   You hummed, satisfied by your answer. “The wise words of a king.” 

   He didn’t object but you saw in his eyes that he didn’t entirely believe you either.

   You slipped your fingertips underneath the waistband of his trousers and he raised his hips, giving you the room needed to pull his pants down his thighs, freeing his strained cock. Rigid and pulsing with a thick vein down the side, it sprung up against his waist. Your mouth watered and you swallowed thickly, casting the discarded pants to the side. 

   Sliding back over his lap, you pushed Boba’s shoulders until his back hit the mattress. He peered at you with lust clouding his eyes, hands grabbing your hips as you placed your slick cunt atop his cock and began to grind up and down its length. 

   The wet heat combined with your pulsing, needy cunt made his throat bob with a swallow. 

   To your delight, Boba let out a low moan — a pleasured growl from the pit of his chest. True to your promise, you ground your hips and moved your hands down your snaking body, shoulders sensually circling while your fingertips scaled the entirety of your torso — from weaving through your hair to pinching your own nipples, you made sure his attention remained entirely on you. 

   The tip of his cock rubbed against your clit with each steady grind. Tremors of pleasure sent goosebumps down your spine, thighs, all the way to the tips of your curling toes. You put your hand on his chest, holding yourself upright as you swiveled your hips in a circle, spelling out your desire while smearing your slick up the entirety of his length. 

   “Tell me, Boba Fett,” you breathed heavily, rocking your head back when his fingertips dug into your hips, speeding up the pace of your grind. You met his eyes and smirked. “Will you give yourself to a lowly dancer for the night?” 

   “Don’t play coy with me, princess,” he huffed, bearings just a touch of slight amusement. “You know the answer to that question.” 

   Yes, you did. 

   Chuckling, you bent over and splayed kisses down his chest. You continued to pepper kisses over his sanded skin until you descended between Boba’s legs, hands grasping his thighs while his fingers wove through your hair. 

   With the fluidity of a snake’s movements, you licked a stripe up his length and circled your tongue over his tip. His grip on your roots tightened but you felt no pain, nothing but the dull tug of his fingertips as you took his cock into your mouth and began to bob your head up and down. 

   His deep-bellied moans made your cunt yearn — a fire that was only quelled when you began to rub your clit with greedy fingers. The other hand slid up and down his length, followed by your lips as you sucked and licked and tasted the precum dripping from his weeping head.

   “Stars,” he groaned, pulling your head from his cock with a lewd pop! He dipped his chin to meet your gaze over the heaving rise and fall of his chest.“You’re going to be the death of me.” 

   You licked your saliva-covered lips, laughing lightheartedly. “A blissful way to die, I’d imagine.” 

   Fisting his cock, you circled your hand up and down with quick movements, dragging your tongue along his length. Tightening his hold on your head, he began to jerk his hips upwards with slight movements, catching the back of your throat just fast enough to keep you from gagging. His movements became sporadic, lost to the haze of bliss before suddenly, he rocked his head back and burst in your mouth, spilling ropes of cum down your throat. It tasted tangy, sharp and salty on your tongue, yet oddly pleasant once you caught the look of desire still burning in his eyes. 

   Sitting up, he grasped your face with both hands and pulled you up to the bed. You locked lips in a fiery and passionate kiss, tongues twisting and curling in one another’s mouths. Impatient with need, he spun you over onto your back, one hand cupping the side of your face while the other lowered to your breast, pinching your gold painted nipple.

   Breathily moaning into his mouth, you tightened your hands on his biceps, nails curling into the soft skin when his lips moved to your jaw… throat… clavicle… lower and lower, peppering kisses down your sternum before he latched his warm lips around your nipple. The feeling was ticklish at first but it quickly became sensual when you glanced at him and met his hungry eyes right when his tongue darted out, circling around your nipple, leaving a trail of glistening saliva that dripped down the side of your breast. 

   That sight alone was enough to make you keen. 

   Turning your head against the mattress, you shut your eyes in pleasant delight and sighed — a noise that made him chuckle into your breast. He pulled away with a wet pop, mimicking you from earlier. 

   “Enjoying yourself, princess?”

   “Like never before,” you breathed, teeth flashing in a dopey smile when he moved his attention to your other nipple, offering it the same massage with his tongue — a slow circle that moved inwards. Teeth grazed the sensitive nub and you let out a light squeal of laughter — one which quickly became a moan when a sudden fingertip traced up your inner thigh.   

   “Pretty noises from a pretty girl,” he whispered against your skin, igniting blazing goosebumps across your belly.

   As he moved down your body, marking you with open-mouthed kisses that left purple love bites, his gaze never left your own. Eye contact felt crucial in that moment. It was like you were signing yourself to him, fortifying the fact that from now on, no other man would ever touch you, feel you, or kiss you like the Daimyo of Tatooine. 

   Leaving open-mouthed kisses all along your groin left you reeling for more. Chest heaving with anticipation, you raised your head just in time to catch him settling between your thighs. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, dragging his tongue along his bottom lip as he finally looked away from your eyes to glance at your cunt. 

   Whatever hesitation Boba previously had was no longer an issue. Pure lust was now painfully obvious in his eyes as he looked up with burning anticipation — and just when you hoped that he would finally, finally begin, he started to kiss your inner thigh. Beginning at your knee, he moved inwards, ending with a final, wet kiss in the junction between your hip and impatient heat. He slowly moved to the other and repeated the same slow trail of purple-red love bites — a slow and painful wait that made you mewl with anticipation. 

   “My lord Daimyo” you began, voice thick with eagerness underneath your sickly sweet tone, “Do you wish to torment me all evening?” 

   “Torment you?” He chuckled, dragging his nose along this mosaic of beautiful bruises. “My treasure, I am tormented by patience. If I were to have my way with you, I would have already fucked you into oblivion and filled you with enough cum to watch it drip out of this pretty cunt. You want to know torment?” 

   His eyes darkened and he looped his arms underneath your thighs, spreading your legs even wider. Devilish desire lingered in his gaze as he dragged his tongue over his teeth. 

   “I’ll give you torment.” 

   His lips brushed against your folds, placing a territorial kiss over your cunt before his tongue dipped through and licked a stripe up to your clit. You keened at the warmth of his tongue, jaw dropping as you let loose an illicit moan of pleasure. Teeth just barely grazed your labia before his lips suddenly latched around your clit, sucking as though he wanted to permanently imprint your taste on his tongue; licking like he wanted to clean every drop of arousal; breathing as if to hold the smell of your skin within himself for eternity. 

   You clenched your eyes shut, back curving as your grip tightened in the sheets. White knuckles ached with pain but you were far too driven by bliss to notice anything other than the wet feeling of his lips and tongue dancing along your pulsing cunt, sucking and biting and eating like he was starved for you. You anchored yourself in the mattress, grinding your hips against his relentless tongue as you felt the bubbling heat spill throughout your belly. The pressure grew like an inflated balloon, blowing larger and larger with each stroke of his tongue, each possessive suck of his lips around your clit, each dip into your cunt. 

   His fingertips clenched your thighs hard enough to bruise but the pain was welcome. In your state of clouded euphoria, you saw that he was just as pleased by the taste of you on his tongue; the moans and mewls that fell from your lips with each slow drag of his tongue. He moved patiently, purposefully, as if the goal wasn’t to bring you pleasure, but just to savor you. 

   You shut your eyes and rocked your head back when you felt the orgasm build at the base of your cunt, rising up your body like lava threatening to spew out of a volcano. Your thighs twitched, instinctively clenching shut; yet his arms flexed to keep them open, forbidding you from tightening your legs any farther. 

   “Boba,” you breathed, and his eyes immediately dart to your lips at the sound of his name, spoken so breathily and thick with passion that he momentarily paused ravaging you to say, “Say it again, princess.” 

   You succumbed to his demand rather quickly, crying out when he gave a quick kitten-lick at your swollen nub, “Boba! F-Fuck I’m going to come!” 

   “Not now. Just a few more minutes, treasure.” 

   Fuck, right there—

   “Boba,” you wailed, clenching the sheets with white knuckles. “Fuck, I-I don’t think I can-“ 

   “Yes,” he insisted, voice muffled by your cunt. You met his eyes, panting heavily at the dominance that sat in his gaze. “You will.” 

   It was the possessiveness in his voice that ruined every semblance of composure left. Tremors wracked through your thighs, shaking your entire body as you arched your back to the sensation of his wet tongue lapping up the juices that dripped down his chin. His nose graced your clit with each nudge of his head and just when you felt as though the balloon of pleasure would burst, two thick fingers pushed into you right as he sucked on your clit, ripping his name from your lips in a wail that echoed out of Boba’s quarters. 

   If his subjects weren’t aware of your proclivities, they were definitely aware now.

   And yet, in your heightened state of bliss, you hadn’t come. The pressurized feeling was still growing in your belly, drawing tears to your eyes as you begged, “Please, please, please, B-Boba. I can’t last any longer. F-Fuck! Oh my gods…” 

   “Hold it, little one,” he ordered, quiet yet possessive within the low rasp of his words. Fingers curled, pressing and scissoring against your walls in a way that made you lean into his touch. They were thick enough to stretch you, pulling the filthiest groans and moans that continued to echo down the halls, bouncing off of the stone walls. Tongue lapping at your clit, he continued to fuck you with his fingers until you were a writhing mess, held down by the one arm he had curled around your thigh.

   Obscene, wet noises filled the air alongside the addictive stench of sex — smells and sounds that drove you to that peak, that perfect little point where euphoria met satisfaction and steaming desire. 

   Before you knew it, the cord snapped and total bliss washed over you like an ocean wave. You shattered into pieces of glassy bliss, crying out his name. For a moment, it felt as though you had transcended into the clouds of intoxicating exhilaration. Your body was riddled with tingles, too hot and too pure to stifle, even as Boba continued working his tongue in and out, up and down, side to side across the throbbing clit that pulsed with overstimulation. Your cunt seemed to bear its own heartbeat, drumming violently against his mouth and fingers before he finally pulled away with a last suck against your labia. 

   “Good girl,” he said quietly, mumbled under his breath as if the praise wasn’t meant to be heard. Nonetheless, it made you smile in your state of exhaustion. You ran your hands through your hair, sucking in deep breaths to quell the heart that beat against your ribs.

    His lips glistened as he smirked at your brief bit of post-orgasm exhaustion. 

   “A vision of beauty,” he breathed, drunk with lust. Hooded eyes briefly caught your own as he dragged his tongue from your belly button up to your clavicle. Swallowing thickly, you were reduced down to total silence, captured by the pure heat in his eyes. The mattress dipped as he hovered over you, his lips now hovering over your own. 

   Solid brown eyes met your own and for a brief moment, you thought that he was in pain with the deep furrow of his brows and the purse of his lips. 

   You quickly came to realize that it was not pain, but discomfort caused by his throbbing cock that swelled back up during his feast.

   Biting your lip, you dragged your hands over his shoulders and down his arms, nails prodding into his biceps to tease a bit of pain. Boba noticed and smiled, lowering his head to gently caress the tip of his nose along your cheekbone. As he did this, he raised his hand to your mouth, dipping his glistening fingers past your lips. You sucked his fingers clean, holding his gaze as spit trickled down your lips, messy and unkempt in the best way. 

   Boba nestled his nose down the side of your face and into your hair. His voice broke the silence with a whisper into your ear...

   “I taste the Dune Sea on your skin.” 

   He graced a kiss underneath your eye. 

   “I feel the sandy winds with each breath from your lips.” 

   A kiss to your cheek. Soft and feathery, full of an unfamiliar tenderness that made you smile like a lovesick fool.

You met his eyes, pupils blown with nothing short of adoration. The two of you wore the same look — the smiles of two soulmates that had found one another.

   Boba’s lips twitched into a slow and seductive grin, brilliant eyes flashing as they dipped down your body.

“The goddess of the sands must envy you, for you are Tatooine’s most covetous treasure.” 

   It felt impossible to breathe for a moment. You were startled by his poetic words — eyes blown wide, lips parted in stunned silence. He smiled at your expression, lowering his head to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck. Kissing your jugular, he was greeted by the rapid bah-dump of your heartbeat, making him chuckle. 

   Collecting yourself with a deep breath, you raised your hand and caressed your knuckles down the side of his face. He went rigid, instinctively drawing in a sharp breath at the gentle touch. 

   “What have I done to deserve you?” You questioned quietly, clouded eyes flickering across his face as he pulled away from the shelter of your neck. You knew you sounded vulnerable but the thought of baring yourself to him, beyond just your physical body, felt comforting. “I’ve spent my entire life hoping I would be taken from Aveen’s estate, but I never imagined that I would be in the company of a man of power, much less a frightening crime lord with a secret poet buried somewhere underneath his tongue.” 

   He tipped over, falling onto his side with a curt huff of laughter — a noise that you knew you would cherish the moment your body filled with warm delight. Gods, you couldn’t believe that this was the frightening, dominating ruler seated upon the throne just hours earlier. Before, you were frightened yet aroused by the mysteriousness of his hidden face. His armored body had drawn curiosity in the form of desire but this bare, human form that laid next to you, facing you with flushed cheeks and warm eyes… he was something you yearned for.

Protection, love — both of which were firm in his gaze. 

   You moved to your side and inched closer to him, throwing your leg over his hip. The close contact drove his twitching shaft between your thighs, nuzzled comfortably against the warmth of your soaked pussy. 

   “I want you to feel safe,” he said softly, fingertip dragging down your arm to your hip where he traced a circle against your goose-pimpled skin. “The moment I saw you, I knew you were a gift from Tatooine — a treasure too pure to be bound by servitude. You must know, I do not take lightly to the idea of bondservants or slaves — it is a business that has no place in the galaxy, be it by debt or birth. The monastery has become my home and I will not have it become a prison — not to you, nor anyone who walks within these walls.”

   He captured your lips in a kiss and you could swear that your heart sprouted roses.

   “What is mine is yours,” he sighed into your mouth. “Should you choose to leave, I will not stop you… but know that I will mourn your absence like the Dune Sea mourns its waters.” 

   You shook your head quickly, gulping down the sudden lump in your throat. His words shocked through you like cold water, drawing another fit of arousal in your belly — but this desire felt warmer, like a lust for the moon had become a burning desire for the sun.

   With a brief roll, you shifted your weight, pushing him onto his back for you to straddle his waist. His cock remained pinned between his adonis and your pulsing cunt. Hands settled comfortably on your thighs, inching up as you leaned forward to press a kiss in the center of his scarred chest. 

   “I fear I’ve fallen in love with you, Boba Fett,” you admitted in a soft whisper, bringing forth the truth as if it was a secret between the two of you. His eyes briefly flashed with shock before he smiled and cupped the side of your face, circling the pad of his thumb over your lips. 

   “As do I, princess… As do I.” 

   Driven by the passion in his voice, you closed your lips around his thumb, swiveling your tongue in a slow circle. Hooded eyes locked onto your lips, darkening with desire before he slowly pushed his thumb deeper into your mouth until your lips touched his hand. You pulled away and taking his wrist in a tight grip, you moved it down to your breast, guiding his palm over it.

   “You have offered everything to me,” you hummed, “Now I give all of me to you. My freedom is mine but my body is yours, beloved.”

   “Mine?” He echoed almost playfully, though his face remained stoic as he grabbed both of your hips, rolling your cunt languidly against his cock as you had done earlier. Meeting your eyes through the blanket of lust clouding you both, you formed a small smile and nodded. 

   “Yours.”

   Molten desire bled from his gaze. It was like his heart had been slashed open, leaving behind nothing but a raw, unrefined hunger that made your stomach twist and turn with anxious need. Thumbing a love bite on your hip, you noticed his eyes flickering from yours to your lips, down to your breasts, landing finally on his cock as you teased a slow grind, gracing your clit against the tuff of hair on his adonis.

   A low growl made you pause with surprise.

   “Give me a word and use it when you wish for me to stop,” he gritted, lifting your hips to position the tip of his cock at your slicked entrance.

   It took a second, but the brief blink felt agonizing as your lips formed the word, “Ocean.”

   His eyes widened for just a moment. Something along the lines of nostalgia and confusion crossed his face and though you did not understand why, you did not ask. He would tell you on his own time. For now, he seemed pleased with the word and that was all that mattered. 

   His thread of patience finally snapped and with his hands on your hips, he slammed you down on his cock, sheathing it fully inside of you without so much as an ounce of mercy. You held his gaze as your mouth fell open, face falling with a mix of shock and pained bliss. It hurt at first but the pain quickly became pleasure as you began to grind back and forth instead of rising up and down. Boba’s hands on your hips tightened, stilling your movements. 

   Eyes clenched shut, the muscle in his jaw twitched as he ground his teeth together. You wanted to move, to continue grinding your clit against his adonis, but he kept you still. 

   “Don’t move,” he grunted, glancing down from your face to your conjoined bodies. “Just… let me feel you.” 

   You moaned softly, walls fluttering around his cock as you adjusted to his size. Hunching over, you placed your palms against his thrumming chest, curling your fingers into his skin as you bowed your head to catch your breath. 

   “Boba,” you whined, clawing at his skin, leaving angry red stripes down his chest. “Please… move.” 

  “You wished for torment, princess," he smirked. "I’m simply giving you what you desire.” 

   Hands palming your waist, you gasped sharply as he began to thrust into you, spearing you with his cock as if you weighed nothing in his large hands. Dripping like a broken faucet, your slick trickled down his shaft, wet and sticky with each measured clap of contact that echoed through Boba’s quarters. 

   You fondled your own breasts, fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples for an added dose of stimulation — only to earn a sharp slap against the globe of your ass. Squealing with surprise, your eyes widened and you lowered your hands from your chest, locking onto his smug stare. 

   “I didn’t say you could touch yourself,” he warned, arching a brow. “Unless you wish for this to end quickly.” 

   You wanted to speak but couldn’t seem to form words as he fulfilled his promise of fucking you into oblivion. Whimpering with every thrust left you sounding broken, used, and yet you found no complaint at the violent shake in your thighs. He was so thick, he reached places in your cunt that no man, finger, or toy had ever reached before.

You ached for more and more and more. 

   You hadn’t realized that your nails were clawing at his chest until you saw the angry red stripes trailing down his chest. Leaning back, you placed your hands on his shins, angling your cunt towards him as you fell into a grind — a position that bared your stretched heat to him like a sign of submission. 

   This is yours, your movements said as you dragged your hips up and down, angling your face towards the ceiling. Yours to own. To mark. To bruise and stretch for no other man. 

   A low chuckle tore you out of your concentration. 

   “Is it now?” 

   Oh fuck. You said that aloud. 

   Before you could catch the look of challenge across his face, his hand suddenly wrapped around your throat and you were flipped onto your back. Positioning himself between your legs, he wasted no time aligning his head with your opening and with one thrust, pierced your cunt. He pounded you into the mattress with a focused expression — furrowed forehead, mouth open to suck in sharp breaths. You were a blubbering mess, whimpering a blend of words and wails and breathy cries of his name. He fucked you like you were a lifeline — hard and fast and relentless, enough to make your moans turn into sobs. 

   “Just like that, princess,” he grunted in between each thrust, past the sound of his hips slapping against your own. “Squeeze just like that — fuck, that’s a good girl, split open like this around my cock…”

You rolled your eyes back at his praise, buzzing with brewing pleasure. He drove into you with long, steady strokes while you clawed at his shoulders and back, leaving your own special brand in his skin. The thought of marking him left you soaking around his cock, drawing gasps from your lips and his. 

   “Boba… give…give me…” 

   You couldn’t form the right words. In your mind, the desire to be filled with his cum was enough to make you salivate, but you couldn’t get the words out. It felt too good. Too much for you to think straight, let alone beg him to properly fill you. 

   “What was that?” He crooned, slowing down his strokes yet maintaining the same brutal force. Each thrust sent a shock through your body, reducing you into a gasping mess. “Speak up, little minx. I can’t hear you.” 

   “Come… inside… of me…”

  He squeezed your hip with one hand, the other forcing your mouth open. He slid two fingers inside, forcing it to stay open, salivating as he pressed down on your tongue. You were made a mess in every way, drooling around his fingers and gasping with each slow grind of his cock.

   You could only cry out as his pace suddenly sped up and he was barreling into you, cock throbbing inside of your pulsating walls like butterfly kisses against the precious little spot that made you lean against him. 

   “Little one,” he growled between his own gulps of air. “Say that again and I’ll fill you with so much cum, you will surely be carrying the heir to my throne.” 

   Oddly enough, the thought of having a belly swollen with Boba’s child wasn’t terrible. You had no intention of having children, but the vision of a pregnant belly was still enough to make you beg louder. 

   “Please, please, please,” was all you could manage and the more you begged, the tighter you clenched around his thick girth. Your last orgasm may have been astronomical but this one, brought on by the oversensitive clit that throbbed with each press of his adonis; the fucking brutal pace that pummeled you into the mattress; the hand on your hip that clenched and squeezed and fondled your flesh; the fingers that pressed against your tongue; the drool running down the sides of your cheeks and chin with each high-pitched whine… it was all enough to make you melt. 

   You sobbed from the force of your orgasm, tears springing in your eyes from the pure bliss that shuddered through every muscle, tightening every tendon, curling your toes. Nails digging into his back, you rocked your head back into the mattress while Boba pulled his fingertips from your mouth, lowering his lips to your throat, biting and nibbling and sucking as if trying to drive you to the brink of madness from overstimulation. 

   The pure rawness of your pleasure drove him to his peace and his already thick cock seemed to swell just enough to make your eyes roll back. He bit down on your shoulder as he groaned deeply, spilling inside of you with a few shaking thrusts. With a final slam, a last clap that echoed louder than your moans, he burrowed his entire length inside of your pulsing cunt and stayed there, filling you until your mingled spent trickled down your ass, shamelessly wetting the mattress.

   Legs trembling, you found the strength to wrap them around his waist, forcing him even deeper into you as he fell atop you with a winded exhale. You weakly laughed, squished yet comfortable under his chest, and while you both fought to catch your breaths, you locked eyes and shared the smile of two fucked-out lovers. 

   Boba shifted to his side and with his softening shaft still inside of you, you followed, curling into his chest while your thigh rose up his leg. You pressed your forehead against his sweaty pectoral, eyes fluttering shut when his fingers wove through your hair, gently massaging your scalp. He pressed his lips against your forehead, unbothered by the sweat or stench of sex that clung to your skin. In fact, he lingered, inhaling deeply before exhaling a sigh. 

   The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as you laid bare against one another. The skin to skin contact felt just about as fulfilling as his declaration of love, leaving you swaddled in comforting warmth and blissful satisfaction. Humming at the feeling of his fingers against your scalp, you arched your chin and caught the thoughtful expression on his face as he stared off at the balcony. 

   The sun had long-since set, leaving behind a navy sky with twinkling diamond stars. A cool breeze sifted into the room, drawing goosebumps along your heated skin. Boba’s eyes shut at the pleasant feeling before opening and flitting down to yours. 

   He smiled softly as he cupped the side of your face with a warm palm, thumb swiping underneath your eye to wipe away a streak of smeared makeup. Angling your face towards him, he bowed to place a delicate kiss to your lips.

   “Will you stay?” 

   Should you choose to leave, I will not stop you… but know that I will mourn your absence like the Dune Sea mourns its waters.

   You gave him a heartfelt smile and nodded, pressing another firm kiss to his lips. 

   “I will stay.” 

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[spookiifi]

Imagine: Boba Fett

Brought to you by my thirsty mind & the song, Step On Me - The Cardigans:

NSFW BELOW

brat taming, nicknames, slight choking, pinning, helmet kink (ofc), predator/prey kink

You're his personal bounty. It’s only the two of you. You were on the run for a while. It was a little game the two of you played.

Like a cat and mouse

He has you pinned in the back hallway of the cantina. It’s just the two of you.

“You’ve made quite the impression, princess.”

“Can’t get enough of me, can you, darling?” You grinned.

“Still the biggest tease.” The bounty hunter’s hand snaked up to your throat. “Someone ought to teach you manners.”

The gloved hand that rested on your stomach grabbed your wrist, snatching it from touching his helmet. “Tsk, tsk. The helmet stays on. You know the rules.”

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[bobathirstaccount]

Fated Ch 3

Give Boba Them Digits

“Sure,” you heard yourself answering. You grabbed a napkin from behind the bar and quickly scribbled down your number. Pushing it over to Boba on the slick bar top, you felt his had drop away from your knee. You wished it was still there. But, he used it to pick up your napkin and carefully stuff it in a pocket.

“Well, I’ll leave you to your drink, tonight…” Boba stood, slightly getting into your personal space. Swooning, you nodded, “Thanks… comm me.” You felt hot and silly for asking, but you immediately liked him.

Nodding, he wordlessly departed. Swirling your drink, you decided to finish it in a few gulps so you could go home.

***

The rest of the week passed. Finally, it was the last day of work for the week. Feeling perky and looking forward to sleeping in, you headed to your favorite spot. You nearly skipped all the way there.

After ordering your favorite drink, you slid into a booth at the back of the cantina. Pulling out your data pad, you started to play a little game and sip your beverage. Hours passed.

Feeling good, you left the cantina. It was a nice night, so you took the long way home through the small community park.

You felt your data pad vibrate in your pocket. Curious, you pulled it out and checked your notifs. It was an unknown contact. You raised an eyebrow. Clicking into the conversation, you read:

-Hi there. It’s Boba. You up?

Smiling, you tried to think of a snappy reply. You had been thinking about him in the back of your mind all week.

-hey zaddy. yeah…

You wondered if the use of the word ‘zaddy’ was too much. Before you could feel too self conscious about it, he messaged back.

-You wanna see stars?

Furrowing your brow, you turned left as you exited the park. Continuing your way home, you replied:

-like how?

-Like, I have a ship… we could orbit the planet and have a snack

You smiled.

-ok

-Meet me at the hangar near your cantina; bay 3

A minute from home, you turned around and headed back to the cantina.

-what’re you gonna feed me?

-It’s a surprise…

Intrigued, you decided no more questions. You put your data pad in your pocket and picked up the pace.

****

“Nice to see you again,” Boba was waiting outside his ship for you.

You smiled and walked over to him. He hugged you lightly, pulling you in a little Too Close for just a second. Feeling giddy, you tried not to show your nerves.

“Shall we?” He looped your arm through his and led you aboard.

Once inside, he gave you a quick tour of his tidy ship. It ended in the cockpit.

“Okay, sit here… we’ll go find the prettiest of the moons for a nice view first.”

”Oh… some moons are prettier than others?” You teased.

“Yeah, like how you’re prettier than others,” he purred smoothly.

Feeling hot and bothered, you tried to play it cool. “Look at you, zaddy, trying to flatter me…”

“Is it working?”

You shrugged, “Well… yeah…”

He laughed softly. “Still got it.”

You smiled at his lightheartedness. You watched as the ship took off and flew into the night.

“So you take a lot of girls up here to impress them?” You teased lightly, getting comfortable in your seat.

“Only the ones I really like. So, no.” He flipped a few switches.

Feeling hot and bothered, you offered, “I usually don’t let strange men take me off world…”

“It’d be super unsafe if you did,” he said, taking you out of orbit and in search of his favorite moon.

You laughed a little sheepishly. “Well. I wanted a snack,” you counted after a moment.

“I knew food would be a good incentive.” He seemed genuinely pleased.

Relaxing again, you teased, “Every girl’s weakness. Snackies.”

***

After locating his favorite moon and putting the ship in orbit, Boba led you to the passenger area. It had a nice sized window that offered a good view of the moon and a few more behind it. It was a nice looking moon, you thought.

Then you noticed a little blanket on the floor. On it was a little box and two cushions. “Picnic!” You exclaimed, delighted.

The two of you seated yourselves on the comfy pillows. Boba offered you the box. You found inside a small bottle of expensive wine, and… you gasped. It couldn’t be?

”How’d you know this is my favorite?” You looked up at him, shocked.

“Oh, I might’ve chatted your drunk coworker up at that party, and drawn it out of them. Also, bribery helped.”

You laughed. “Who?”

“I’ll never reveal my source,” he said, mock serious.

“Hm… so long as you keep coming up with things I like I guess I won’t be creeped out,” You reached into the box and pulled the food out as Boba laughed. You found two glasses under the bottle. You let Boba open the wine up as you carefully set up two servings of your favorite snack. The two of you dug in and chatted about local politics and rumors. He seemed to know a lot of them.

Some time later, you realized you were wine drunk. Oops. You confessed to Boba.

”That’s okay, I’ll escort you home.” He casually swirled his wine.

Smiling, you scooted a little closer to him. “How gentlemanly of you,” you lightly slurred your words.

He smiled at you, “You are drunk; to be calling me a gentleman? I’m pretty sure I fall under the ‘scoundrel’ category.”

You giggled, “How come?”

“Oh… just ‘cause.” He shrugged mysteriously.

“Okay,” you slurred again, “You’re a scoundrel then… and you know what scoundrels do?”

”What?” Boba tilted his head curiously.

You lurched forward and kissed him hard on the lips. He grabbed you and pulled you into his lap. You pulled away to coo, “Scoundrels deeefffintely make out on the first date.”

”Is that so?” He laughed softly, but kissed you again. You deepened the kiss, readjusting in his arms so you could wrap yours around his neck. Giddy, you started to pull your top off.
“Wait,” Boba grabbed your wrists. “You sure you’re sober enough for this?”

You shrugged and let go of your shirt. Suddenly you weren’t sure. He pulled you down so you were entangled in each other’s limbs. Kissing you softly, he said, “Another time.” You sighed lustfully and kissed him back. He groaned softly. “You’re making this really difficult, you know.”

Flattered, you giggled and smooshed yourself into him. He held you snugly as you relaxed into his body. He started talking, but you were so relaxed, and maybe a little sleepy…

You woke to a gentle shaking. “Time to get up, cyarika.”

”What?” You opened one eye. Boba was looking down at you, expression very soft. “Omigosh, did I fall asleep?” You were embarrassed.

“Yeah… it was really nice.” But I felt like I should get you back home, so we’re landed now. “Let me walk you home, mesh’la.” He helped you to your feet. Grabbing your jacket, he held it out for you to slip your arms into. “See, what a gentleman,” you commented lightly, winking at him before you turned around to get your arms in.

“Well. Maybe sometimes.” He slipped an arm around your waist. “Shall we?”

***

Secretly, you took the long way home. You thought the park would be a nice walk for the two of you. Chatting easily, you were at your front door before you knew it.

“Until next time?” He asked.

“Yes,” you hugged him for a moment too long. Finally letting go, you said, “I’ll allow you to call on me again.”

He grinned, “I’m thankful.” Rubbing your lower back momentarily, he added, “You look really good right now. I mean it.” Then he was off, down the stairs before you could think of anything to say. Going inside, you went to the mirror. You definitely looked like you’d just taken a hard nap. Smiling softly, you thought it was sweet he would say that, even though you looked like crap. Smiling, you took your jacket off. Dropping it onto a nearby chair, you fell into bed.

***

Hours later, you woke. After a quick shower, you ate what you generously termed brunch. It was in fact almost noon.

You wondered if Boba was still at the hangar. Would it be weird to show up there? So what? You could just see if he was doing anything…

Or did you play it cool and let him reach out to you?

***


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[deewithani]

Patience

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Pairing: ROTJ era Boba Fett x F!Reader

Word Count: 377

Warnings: Established relationship, unprotected P in V sex, no plot all porn, Boba’s full of himself.

A/N: I’ve had this essentially finished since November 2022, but couldn’t push forward to post it. Posting as a drabble to hopefully bring myself out of my posting block. Oh, this was also based on a dream.

It feels like he has been at it for hours.

You would have tapped out long ago, but kriff the man and kriff his challenge. 'I bet I can make you come without touching that perfect clit of yours.' And gods, you were stubborn enough to let him try. But now here you were, ass in the air, forearms barely able to hold your weight, with bruises that were certain to be blooming underneath the fingertips that were digging into your hips with each snap of Boba's hips.

They say the mark of a great bounty hunter is patience, and Boba's patience seems never ending. He has been relentless, keeping a strong, steady pace until he feels your pussy begin to clench, then he backs off, pulling you away from the edge and the blessed release you have been chasing.

He's toying with you.

You groan, coherent thoughts having long fled. 'Aw, were you almost there?' His voice is filled with mirth, more than Boba shows anyone else. He reaches between your legs, and you hope for some much needed relief, but release is denied to you yet again, his fingers slipping to either side of your clit, spreading your slick through your folds, but staying well away from the bundle of nerves that is throbbing for attention. 'Tell me what you want ad’ika, and you can have it', Boba purrs in your ear. 'Please, Boba. Please, touch me!', you moan, each syllable forced from your lungs as Boba continues his steady pace. 'I am touching you, princess. But if you're talking about touching that perfect clit, you agreed to -' he slows again, pulling you tight against his front and grinding deep ' - this, but I can help you'. 'You kriffing asshole!', you panted, as Boba shifts his stance and begins to pump his hips in earnest, hitting that one spot that had you seeing stars, over and over and over again. His name became a chant, 'Boba, Boba, Boba!', until finally, thankfully, he let you fall over the precipice, your core pulsing out its own rhythm, your slick dripping down your thighs.

'I said I could make you come without touching your clit. I just didn't say how long I would make you wait.'

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[sinfulsalutations]

one day i will write for boba fett and not get so embarrassed and just leave the unedited first drafts to rot in google docs

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[mandos-mind-trick]

Needy

Summary: You have needs your Mandalorian companion can’t fulfill for you. A stop on Tatooine has you making a risky decision.  Pairings: Boba Fett x female!reader, Din Djarin & female reader (platonic) 

Word Count: 2.4k 

Warnings: NSFW, it’s just smut really, p in v sex, unprotected sex, no foreplay, no real aftercare mentioned, Boba Fett fucks, kinda angsty just a bit, alcohol consumption, some hints at Din being aro-ace, language, it’s filthy. 

A/N: This is just in celebration of now 150 followers. It’s just Boba Fett smut. That’s all. 

MASTERLIST

“Do you know what you’re getting yourself into, princess?” Boba murmurs in your ear, rough hands slipping up under your shirt. The nickname never ceased to light a fire between your legs. Long had you imagined it said in this very situation. 

“I’m well aware of the consequences.” The last word comes out in a gasp as his hands cup your breasts. 

A quiet groan vibrates against your ear. You had chosen to forgo a bra tonight, hoping that someone would take pity on you. Of course, the idea of Boba himself doing it had been nothing but a dream. 

A little too much spotchka and desperation found you in his room, pressed up against his strong chest with his hands on your breasts. 

You were absolutely fucked. 

****

“You mean to tell me he has a hot piece of ass on his ship all the time and he’s never even offered?” 

“I just don’t think he’s...into that.” 

“What, women?” 

“Anyone. He’s never even once looked at me like that.” 

Fennec gives you a look over the rim of her glass. “You think he’s just...” 

You shrug. “Some people just aren’t. No shame in that.” You take another swig of spotchka. You were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. “What he does or doesn’t do with his dick is his business.” 

“Have you ever thought about it?” 

You glance at the Mandalorian across the room. Always armored, even when he slept, even in the harsh Tatooine heat. Hell, even Boba had ditched his helmet not long after you had settled in for an evening of drinking and lounging in the subterranean throne room to avoid the heat above. 

“Sometimes.” You say, finishing off your glass. “It got too weird though. He’s...very parental by nature. It started to feel like I was masturbating while thinking about my dad.” 

Fennec almost chokes on her spotchka. “Gross.” She shakes her head. “I don’t know how you handle it. 

You giggle, refilling your glass. “I find time. Sometimes hunts take longer than usual and I find someone in a cantina.” 

There wasn’t much of an age difference between you and the Mandalorian. He wasn’t old enough to be your dad, but it always felt like he was parenting you more than anything. You knew he liked to keep people at a distance. Hell, Grogu was the only one who seemed to be able to worm his way in completely. You knew he cared about your well being, but he never treated you as anything more than a platonic friendship. 

It had been an adjustment, but now it was almost a relief. Having someone there who would never look at you like an object, like something to be conquered. You did enjoy the attention, but it also got old. Din never made you feel like that. In fact, he’d come to your rescue more than a few times, saving you from men who just couldn’t take a hint. 

You had accepted that if you wanted that kind of a relationship, you were going to have to look somewhere else. 

And right now you were looking. 

Boba Fett had been entirely unknown to you until your time with Din. Of course, being around bounty hunters, you had heard his name. Always spoken in admiration and a bit of hesitation, like saying it would somehow summon the famed bounty hunter. He was dangerous, ruthless, one of the best. 

You liked taking risks. And Boba Fett was a huge risk. 

Everything about him was a red flag, but your long list of affairs was riddled with red flag after red flag. But you usually never see them again, so it never mattered. 

Boba Fett was different. 

It wouldn’t just be one and done. Eventually you would have to see him again. You were leaving in the morning, but you’d find yourself on Tatooine again, having to face him. If you did it, you would have to face the consequences if something went wrong. It wouldn’t just be you facing those consequences, either. Din would eventually find out, and he would also have to deal with your decisions. 

But watching him, the way he prowled the room like a loth wolf had you shifting in your seat. Many times you had imagined him, that gruff voice in your ear as he bent you over the throne. The things those hands could do. You almost couldn’t face him for the risk of blushing from your many daydreams about him. 

He’s staring at you now, meeting your gaze across the room. The intensity of his gaze as heat thrumming through your veins, or maybe it was the alcohol. You lick your lips, draining the rest of the spotchka in your glass. Your panties are wet, his gaze shifting to watch the way you squirm a bit in your seat, a smirk passing over his features as your change in position gives him a quick glance up your skirt. 

“Careful.” Fennec murmurs, eyes flicking between you and Boba. “You have to think clearly about this.” 

“I know.” You sigh, setting the empty glass on the table behind you. “It’s not just me if we go through with this. But fuck, it’s been so long. Too long. 

****

“On the bed.” Boba growls, delivering a smack to your bare ass. 

You jump a bit, biting your lip as you crawl onto the bed. Consequences be damned, you were about to live so many fantasies you had tonight. 

It had been easy to slip away, calling it a night early in preparation for leaving tomorrow. You had gone to your room, waiting until the knock came. Boba had led you up to his room, not wanting to risk Din hearing down the hall. 

This way, you could be as loud as you wanted. Not that you would have cared, but the less Din knew, the better. 

Boba strips himself of his armor, carefully placing it on its stand. It was almost beautiful to you, to watch how he delicately handled each piece. You knew how much the armor meant to them. Din never removed his, or at least you never saw him remove it. How different they were, Boba and Din. Like polar opposites. 

Boba was going to be a welcome difference. 

He strips out of his flight suit, revealing planes of tanned skin. You’re bare, Boba having stripped you of your clothes quickly. You watch him undress, biting your lip as more and more skin is revealed. You needed this. You needed this so badly. 

“Like what you see, princess?” He smirks, putting one knee on the bed, then the other. 

You nod, looking him over once more. He was big, the biggest you’d seen in a good while. You weren’t ashamed to oggle him. You could tell he liked it. 

Plus, he was staring at you just as hard. 

Rough hands close around your ankles, fingers trailing soft skin. The touch was shocking, intimate, almost too intimate for what was going to be a quick fuck. His hands trail up your legs, taking his time. He pushes your knees up, spreading you open so he can see. You hook your elbows around your knees, holding them open for him. 

His eyes are glued on your pussy, fingers trailing the inside of your thighs headed straight between them. “What a pretty little pussy, already so wet for me.” His thumbs brush your lips, pulling you open even further. “You’ve been wet all night, haven’t you? Thinking about me.” 

You bite your lip, looking up at him from under your lashes as you nod. 

A harsh slap against your inner thigh makes you gasp, wide eyes focusing on him. “Use your words, princess.” 

“Yes, Boba.” You whine, hips canting as his thumb just ghosts over your clit. “Been thinking about you fucking me since we got here. Bending me over the throne, taking me from behind.” 

A devilish smirk forms on his face, his body folding over yours. “We’ll have to save that one for another time.” He murmurs, nuzzling your neck. “Right now, you just need to be fucked, don’t you, pretty girl? How long has it been?” 

You gasp as his teeth scrape the column of your throat. “A month.” 

He groans, his cock twitching against your stomach as your hands abandon holding your legs open, instead taking the opportunity to splay across the skin of his back. You can feel the ridges of scars left from the sarlacc, or older ones that had been there far too long for the bacta to do any good for. You didn’t care about scars. You had a few of your own. 

“A month?” He asks, sounding surprised. “You haven’t even touched yourself?” 

You shake your head, looking up at him as he pushes himself up with his arms. It had been a torturous month, but you had been too busy to worry about things like that. 

He hums, reaching down to gather some of your slick on his fingers. “Maybe I should just take pity on you.” 

“I didn’t know you were the pitying type.” You gasp, hands gripping his strong shoulders. 

“I’m not.” He warns, dark eyes staring holes right through you. “But I do make exceptions on occasion.” 

It’s thrilling, the idea of being Boba’s exception. 

Your back arches as he pushes into you. He’s not gentle, instead thrusting forward until his hips are pressed against yours in one go. It burns a bit, the stretch of him all at once. After a month, it was almost too much. But fuck you needed it. You wanted it. 

He’s kind enough to give you a moment before he’s moving, thrusting in and out of you at a brutal pace. Your arms wrap around his neck, holding on for dear life, as he fucks you into the mattress. You’re glad he had taken you to his room. The sound of skin on skin was loud enough. 

“Fuck, Boba, just like that!” 

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” 

“Right there!” 

His teeth are marking your neck, leaving behind bruises you would have to hide tomorrow, but you don’t care. Boba’s thrusts were precise, driving you closer and closer to the edge. It had been too long. Too kriffing long since you had been truly fucked. 

“I’m gonna cum.” You gasp, far too soon but you can’t help it. 

You’re pressed chest to chest with him, his arms almost cradling you. He hasn’t slowed his pace, driving into you hard and fast. You’re both sweaty from the heat and the exertion of your bodies, but you couldn’t care less. 

You needed this. 

You cum with a long cry of his name, legs shaking around his hips. He doesn't stop, doesn’t slow down. You’re practically seeing stars, nails digging into his back but he doesn’t seem to care one bit. 

“So beautiful. So kriffing gorgeous.” 

He’s buried in your chest, murmuring praises into the soft skin. His pace is getting sloppy, your tight walls pushing him closer and closer to release. 

He pulls out of you, sitting back on his knees as he jerks himself. Hot spurts of cum paint your stomach as you stare up at him. He’s like a god, kneeling there over you. Chest heaving, the sternness of his face relaxed into pure bliss. Maybe you were just drunk, but fuck you could look at him like that all day. 

He collapses next to you, both of you breathing hard. You let your eyes close for a moment, riding out the last of your high. 

You really regretted not asking him sooner. 

You let out a long breath, turning your head to stare at him. He’s staring at you, an unreadable expression on his face. 

“You don’t regret it, do you?” 

“Only not asking you sooner.” 

He turns on his side, fingers trailing your face. “It would be selfish to ask you to stay. I’ve been looking at you longer than you’ve noticed, thinking about taking you to bed, fucking the life right out of you.” 

A shiver runs up your spine at the idea of him wanting you as long as you had secretly wanted him. 

“But you’re Djarin’s girl. You were untouchable.” 

You turn on your side, staring into those dark eyes. “He doesn't like me like that. I’m just his glorified babysitter. I may even be so bold as to call him my friend. But it’s never been anything other than that. And it won’t be. But you’re right. I can’t stay. Din might actually cry if I leave him alone with Grogu again.” 

A true smile tugs at his lips. “If you ever find yourself here, all you have to do is ask.” 

You scoot closer to him, close enough you’re sharing air. “Well, the night’s not over yet. I can sleep in hyperspace.” 

He snakes an arm around you, rolling so you’re on top of him. “You’re a little minx, you know that.” He bites at your bottom lip, rolling his hips into yours. 

“Yeah. I’ve been told before.” 

****

You rub your eyes as you make your way to the hangar. You had left Boba’s room an hour ago, heading back to yours to shower and change. It was still early, but you knew Din wanted to get moving onto your next destination.

He’s double checking the supplies when you step onto the ramp. He doesn’t turn to look at you, not even as you pass. 

“Have a good night?” 

You pause, your back still turned to him. Of course he knew. He knew everything. 

“You weren’t in your room when I got up.” He says. “Surprised you even bothered coming down.” 

“What is that supposed to mean?” You finally turn to look at him, meeting the black T-visor. 

He shrugs. “Figured you’d take him up on his offer to stay. You’d be well taken care of, have...everything you need.” 

You sigh, shaking your head. “He didn’t really offer. He probably knew I’d say no. I mean, sure, Fett can fuck but I’d get bored here eventually. You and the kid, you’re my family. I just may request more frequent stops here when we’re in the area.” You shrug. 

You’re shocked when your face meets metal. Was...was he hugging you? It’s not exactly comfortable, with all the armor digging into you, but it was the most contact he’d ever initiated with you before. You wrap your arms around him, holding onto him just in case you never got to do it again. 

“I was worried you were going to leave me alone with Grogu.” He confesses, still holding onto you. 

You laugh, having guessed right. “Never. I couldn’t leave the little bean even if I wanted to.” 

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[vodika-vibes]

oh god prompt asks open I see??? how about something with both 1 and 4 with... boba maybe? rotj era boba. that edgy smug bastard. I haven't read anything with him in a WHILE 💔💔💔

ps ur writings are amazing!!

Punishment

Summary: You disobeyed Boba's rules, the rules that you agreed to ages ago, and now you have to face the delicious consequences.

Pairing: Boba Fett x Reader

Word Count: 1714

Warnings: Smut. Oral, M receiving

Prompts: “I want to hear you beg” and "Swallow it. All of it."

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: This one feels awkward, but I'm not sure if it's just written awkwardly, or if it's my uber religious upbringing making me feel that way. I'm going to guess that it is. I hope you like it!

Divider by Saradika

You can count on one hand the number of people who know where you live, and also know the keycode to your door and the code to your alarm system, so, when you’re woken up in the dead of night at the sound of your alarm getting turned off, you’re not half as alarmed as you could have been.

In fact, there’s only one person, other than you, who has both the door code and the alarm code.

And while burying yourself in your blankets and pillows is so very tempting, instead you sit up and swing your legs off the side of the bed. You don’t bother adding any additional clothes, the long shirt- his shirt, to be more specific- covers enough of your body to not be improper.

You step out of your room, and follow the hall into the living room. And a sleepy smile crosses your face as you see Boba quizzically eyeing a shelf that’s new since his last visit.

“It’s for your armor,” You say as a greeting, “Since I know how you hate leaving your armor sitting on the floor.”

He glances at you, and if you had to bet, you’d say that Boba knew that you were awake before you even got out of bed. He sets his helmet in one of the cubbies, on a stand specifically for his helmet, and then he turns to look at you properly.

A smirk lifts the corner of his mouth, “Is that my shirt, princess?” He asks.

You smile at him placidly, “Possession is nine-tenths of the law, so technically it’s my shirt now.”

“Looks good on you,” Boba replies, his voice a low rumble.

You cross the room at a lazy pace, and as soon as you’re close enough his arms are securely around your waist, and you slide your hands up his chest plate to wrap your arms around his neck, “Everything looks good on me, I am amazingly attractive.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” He says in agreement as his hands start slowly sliding the shirt up, revealing the simple cotton panties that you slipped on after your shower.

“If I knew you were on your way, I would have put on something else.” You admit with a small pout, “I bought some lingerie to show off for you.”

“Wanted to surprise you.” He admits in turn as one of his hands slides up to the back of your head, “Missed you.” He adds with a scowl, as if the admission pained you.

You grin at him and stand on your toes to chastely press your lips against him, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” You whisper against his lips. “And I missed you too.”

“Is that right? How much did you miss me?”

“A lot.” Your fingers move to the seals holding his armor on, and you deftly start popping them.

Boba lightly bats your hands away from his armor, and he takes over. He swiftly removes each piece and sets them on the shelf, until he’s stripped down to his undersuit, it takes about half a minute, and you watch him with an appreciative eye.

Your Boba is so attractive, you can’t help but admire when you get the chance.

“You know, princess.” Boba starts as he grabs your hips and pulls you flush against him, and you’re not the least bit surprised when you feel his hard length pressed against your stomach, “I was very surprised when I got that holo recording of you the other day.”

Your face flames, “Uhm…I can explain…” You start.

“Especially,” he continues over your, “Since I’m fairly certain I told you you weren’t allowed to touch your pretty cunt without asking.”

You pout at him and shoot him your saddest tooka eyes, “I missed you.”

“Is that an explanation or an excuse, princess?”

Your pout morphs into a grin, “Yes.”

Amusement crosses his face, “You know I have to punish you now, don’t you princess?”

Your pout returns, “But Bobaaaa-” You drag his name out in a distinct whine as you press yourself firmly against him and rock against his length, pulling a hiss from him. “Wouldn’t you rather just fuck me?”

“Rules are rules, Princess.” He counters, “And you did agree to the rules.” Boba reminds you as his hands tighten on your hips, his gaze is locked on yours, as if waiting for you to say something.

And you huff as you press your face against his chest. You did agree to the rules. Months ago. And you also know that if you say your safeword he’ll stop. But, stars help you, you don’t want him to stop.

So instead you look up at him through lowered lashes, “Did you not like my holo, Boba?”

His eyes glitter with desire, “I didn’t say that. I fisted my cock to that video multiple times since I got it.” He roughly pulls your shirt up and off and throws it to the side, “But just because I liked it doesn’t mean you don’t deserve punishment.”

You feel a thrill of delight, and you try to press yourself against him, but he holds you still with his firm grip, “So, what’s my punishment, Boba?”

“Hm, I’m beginning to think you want to be punished, Princess.”

You press both of your hands against your chest and shoot him a look of mock offense, “I’ve never done anything worthy of punishment.”

“Mm-hmm.” He hooks his fingers in the band of your panties and snaps them, pulling a yelp from your lips, “Take these off, Princess.”

You grin at him and obediently slide the thin material down your legs and toss them to join your shirt on the other side of the room.

“Hm, so you can be obedient.” Boba murmurs as he slides his hand over your bare ass.

“When it suits my purposes.” You confirm with a grin.

His hand lands hard on your ass, and you squeak and jerk away from his hand, and then you pout at him as he massages the sting away with his hand, “So you intentionally disobeyed.” Boba notes thoughtfully.

Your expression becomes angelic, and he chuckles.

“I want to hear you beg, Princess.” Boba says, his voice heavy with desire, “But that’s going to come later.”

“What!? Later?” Oh, that wasn’t supposed to be a whine, but it definitely came out as a whine.

He chuckles, a dark noise that makes you shiver, “Yes, Princess. Later.” His hand slides up your back. “Right now I’m going to take your mouth.” His hand slides up to rest on the back of your neck, “And if you even think about touching that pretty little cunt of yours, princess, this punishment will become even longer. Do you understand?”

You nod rapidly, your gaze already drifting to the bulge in the front of his pants.

He grabs your chin and lifts your gaze to meet his, “Use your words, princess.”

“I understand,” You say, “I’ll be good.”

“Hm, we’ll see won’t we.” He allows you to tug him over to the couch and he sits comfortably, while you grab a pillow for your knees and you settle between his legs, “Hm, someone’s eager.” Boba murmurs as he sets his hand on the top of your head.

You trail your tongue down his hard length, still covered by the cloth of his bodysuit, and then you look up at him, “I told you that I missed you.” You free his cock from his pants and immediately press a kiss to the leaking head as you grip the base with a firm hand.

You’ll probably never be able to take his entire length in your mouth, but you are very talented with your hands, and Boba’s never once complained about you lacking that particular ability.

You trail your tongue down his length, and then back up, before you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and you start a shallow bobbing motion while hollowing your cheeks. 

Boba’s hands brush across your face as you work, pushing your hair back, tracing over your eyes, and absent praises fall from his lips mixed with his moans as you expertly work him over with your mouth and hands. 

With every bob of your head you take a little more of him into your mouth, until you have as much of him in your mouth as you can handle. Boba’s gaze is locked on your face as you bring him closer and closer to the brink. 

And then his hands are on your face, “Look at me Princess,” Boba says through a groan. Your eyes, which had fallen shut at some point, snap open and your gaze locks with his. “Swallow it.” He orders, “All of it.”

You hum around him and his hips jerk up at the sensation. And then his head falls back and a low groan escapes him as he spills his release into your mouth with little warning. 

And you obediently do as he ordered, swallowing every drop of his release. You keep your lips around him, until you feel his hand on the top of your head, lightly stroking your hair to indicate for you to stop.

“Good girl,” Boba murmurs as you sit back on your heels, “So obedient, did so good for me.”

You shiver under his praise, and he chuckles, before he peels his shirt off and tosses it across the room, “Does that mean no more punishment?” You ask as you drag your gaze across his chest.

“Mm…no. It just means that I’ll be able to have your punishment last as long as I have planned.” He stands and helps you to your feet, one of his hands dipping between your thighs to brush against your dripping pussy, “Mm, so wet for me.” Boba murmurs as he kisses you quickly, “To the bedroom, Princess. I want you to find the toys you used in the holo. You’re going to put on a show for me, my pretty girl.”

At that, your face burns. “Okay.”

“Good girl,” He repeats. Boba takes a moment to slide his pants down, and he tosses them to join the rest of the clothes on the floor, and then he encourages you to head towards the bedroom.

#star wars #sw rotj #boba fett x reader #boba x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #18+ fic #answered asks #clone thirsting #technically

[blackmonitor]

Ah, so I did a thing...

The First chapter of my new Boba x Reader story is up! 

#Boba Fett #Reader Insert #Boba x Reader #Boba x You #Slow burn #Eventual smut

[rosethornxs]

Kinda wanna write a sexy lil somno fic, but with who???

Din??? Boba????? Someone else???????

#tw somno #din x reader #boba x reader #star wars fanfiction

[fandom-blackhole]

Holy Holy cow that was amazing. Your like a wordsmith. Thank you

If your up to it could you do....reader x Han x leia, reader x bo katan, and reader x boba x fennec (Sorry I just love those two) for 2 and 52 please?

I giggling kicking my feet over this complement. I am honored you hold my meager writing skills in such high regard <3

Small note, I'm not confident enough in how I could write Bo Katan as I never have before, so I just did the other two! Sorry to disappoint!!

2. Royal AU 52. Marriage of Convenience gender/race neutral!reader (no physical descriptions)

Han x Leia x Reader (not so much Royalty AU, as Leia appointed chancellor bc she deserves it, also more Han slander bc HE deserves it/affectionate):

After the galaxy wide war was finally finished, the Emperor gone for good made the future look brighter. Things were still going to be rocky for awhile, as the Emperor's tyranny reached far and effected all that lived in your vast galaxy. You and Leia had grown up together, both part of royal families on your respective planets and both of your parents having been good friends. Once the war fully took over your lives the two of you played parts in the fights, ferrying messages and secret plans and providing much needed support through food- and weapons- through diplomatic missions that slipped right beneath the snubbed imperial noses. Then when Alderaan was blown away leaving your closest friend with nothing and no one, you stepped up, became her second hand sharing her burden of being a general comforting her through the stress of the war, your relationship growing blooming into more. With the entrance of Han Solo in your lives you both found solace in complaining about his well everything. Over meals the two of you laughed together over him stumbling about something or some flirty remark he had said to either you or Leia, or ranting about how obnoxious he was being, arguing with one or each of you just to argue, but deep down you both knew that your attachment to the man was slowly consuming your hearts. By the end of the war the three of you had come to the full realization of your feelings and accepted that you each needed the other two to feel whole now. And so as the republic started slowly rebuilding itself, you and Leia found yourselves filling the roles your fathers once held, becoming senators and still fighting for the rights of the people. As things started and you both took your places, many fought Leia being in the senate both because her planet was no longer needed to be represented as it was gone and because her true parentage had come to light, no one overly excited to have the daughter of Darth Vader within the newly reforming government. But many who fought by her side within the war fought back for her. Those who knew her knew that she was a smart and fair and more than deserving of having a spot amongst the rest of you. Sure biologically she was connected to one of the most feared men in the history of the galaxy, but she had also been raised by one of the best- there was no contest that Bail Organa had set the precedent of what it meant to be a good man and leader- and if you wanted to bring blood relations, her own mother had been Padme Amidala, someone who was still dearly missed and who helped many people, more than just her own from Naboo. Of course you were there fighting the hardest, the loudest, shutting down each insult with a well worded barb behind an unassuming smile and sharp eyes. Han wasn't told names when it came to who said what insult after the first incident of the person coming to senate meetings the next day with a black eye and a chipped tooth, even if the sight had been overly satisfying.

By the time most of the run away imperial generals and officers had been tracked down and persecuted the senate had almost unanimously voted for Leia to take over as the newly appointed Chancellor of the galaxy, her ideas and plans for recovery having improved many planets as well as her quick ability to make each issue fair for all sides made her a quick favorite even with her young age. The only issue still remaining was that those who still opposed her in the senate citing that her status of being unmarried as well as young made her seem unfit for the appointed role, that those still deciding to join the newly reformed republic would see it as the senate being weak. And Leia agreed. The Leia, Han, and you had agreed a long time ago that marriage wasn't something you thought would be possible between the three of you, and it wasn't even allowed on many planets for more than one spouse, but with the rising concerns, the three of you sat down to talk it out and eventually came to a decision. You and Leia would be the ones to legally marry, both royalty and from influential planets that were friendly with each other, it honestly seemed that it would be the best for a show of power of sorts, one that would please more people than if she were to marry Han who was a rather well known smuggler at this point. And the marriage did please many, gaining favor with planets still not quite on board with the republic and raising you to have just as much respect as Leia, finding the two of you working side by side for the galaxy.

Boba x Fennec x Reader (I too really love these two <3, also not fully a Royal AU woops, sorry):

It was exhausting being raised to take over a family name, being expected to be able to rule over an empire your father built among the seediest in the galaxy. You can remember that from the time you could read your father had you sitting in his office learning finances and numbers. You remember learning to make deals in the family's favor and how to spot a scheme from a mile away. By the time you were old enough few people knew that your father had you slowly taking over the crime empire, few knew that it wasn't your father that they needed to fear, but you who would hide in the corners during meetings sharing secret looks that spoke words, anonymous to everyone but your father who sat there proud that the child he raised has come so far that they have passed even his abilities. It was exhausting dealing with people who only wanted selfishly and would try and use your family for gain each day, but it was your life and you truly knew nothing else. Your father passed only a few years after you had taken control of the family from the shadows, something you both had prepared for as his illness had been getting worse for years. It hurt, burning swirling sadness you knew you could not let show festered and turned to anger as the men and women who had been scared of your father, and you in the later years without them realizing, came to you seeing you as nothing but a weak child and tried over and over again to make bad deals, to use you, to rid of you and take your empire as their own, and you did not have the patience for a show of force, to make each bow to you as they had for your father. You made it clear early on that you weren't a dumb child that you, with dead eyes and an emotionless face could very easily switch the roles with each bad deal, making it so you ended up with the better deal and they walked out with the shit end of the stick. People still talked, eyed you like starved lions shown a fresh kill. You needed respect, something you never thought would actually come to you, but it did arrive late one night in the forms of hunter green and black.

Your family had had dealing with the Hutts in the past, the two of your families circling each other both on the same level, knowing the other was a threat and waiting for the other to fall so that the other could sweep in. And sweep in you did when news of Jabba's death reached you, managing to take away much of what once belonged to your rival before his disgusting worm of a right hand could even realize what had happened. It was that area of your empire that fought against you the hardest when your father past, leaving you with many headaches that still seemed to flare when one of them made an appearance in a room you occupied. Bib Fortuna had made an appearance after your father's death, trying your patience to the point that you had ended up causing him to run fleeing from your planet back to the safety of Tatooine and never bothering you again. Which now, with the two figures standing intimidating in relaxed confidence, you realized curiously that you had not heard a peep about the worm in some time. Your own air of lack fear gave way to your own show of confidence, as you motioned to the seats across from you, which with slow precision they both took, neither helmet leaving your form, the three of you sitting staring at one another in silence. You studied their appearances as you sipped from your glass, setting it down quietly before speaking finally, "It is a shock to see you Fett, forgive me but no one has seen you for years, the galaxy thought that you were dead. And you Shand, I say the bounty out on your head, you'd always been quiet though, so when the bounty disappeared with rumors of you being dead, well I did not quite believe them."

You heard a huff come from Fennec's helmet, knowing enough to read it as amusement, but that was the only response you got. Silence once again filled your office as you finger traced the lip of your glass as the three of you continued to stare each other down. Sighing you leaned back in your chair, tiring of this dick measuring contest. "Is there a reason the two of you graced me with your presence or are we just taking up my time with some staring?"

You watch Boba's helmet tilt in Fennec's direction as she shrugs in response, saying, "I told you they were a feisty one."

You wait for one of them to start this time as the silence leaks back once more, your patience now thinning, but as Boba's helmet turns to you once more he finally speaks, the gravel of his voice just the same as you remember from a fleeting meeting years ago. "I come upon the knowledge that it is you who I have to thank for the loss of over half of my empire."

With a grin, you shrug, replying, "Well Bib wasn't looking and they were just there for grabs, who wouldn't have taken the such a sweet prize."

Silence followed as you sipped from your glass once more, before you leaned forward, now knowing why the two were here. "if you want it back, you're going to have to offer me something just as good if not better, if I just give it to you free how will I keep the little respect my people have for me? Surely you understand that."

Boba's helmet moves, looking around the room, looking for weakness or discrepancies your sure as he says nonchalantly, "Or I could just rid of you and take everything." You hum and nod. "Yes that is definitely an option, and well you both are well know for doing just that aren't you? But you aren't going to do that, you know I am worth more to you alive than dead." Fennec with amusement in her voice, asks, "And how are you so sure of that?"

Smiling you look between the two of them. "Because I am still here. If you wanted that, I would have been dead ages ago. No instead you came to me, meaning you have a deal you'd like to broker. So?"

Again, Boba turns back to you looking you in the eye saying, "I want what is mine, and I know that you are tired of showing your worth to the worms under your control. I know respect is something you're short on, despite the fact you being current head of the biggest crime empire this side of the galaxy."

"Go on."

"I offer an alliance, one that will give us both what we want."

"I am sorry Fett, but I don't see how a simple alliance is going to do that," you replied skeptically. Following, Boba took off his helmet, slowly revealing his face to you, scars and dark eyes coming into view leaving your interest peaking with each second.

"A marriage, combine our empires and become the biggest in the galaxy. I get what you took back, and you get the respect of being connected....intimately to me."

You lean back with smile. "Alright, that's a deal offer I've never heard before, and an actually tempting one at that. If I say yes, what else would be expected?"

Fennec chooses to speak this time, changing your attention from the dark eyes to the dark helmet which she had yet to remove. "Nothing. We take over our portion of the empire, whatever was once Jabba's and you keep what is all yours. The marriage, simply, is for show. If anything all you'd need to do is make an appearance with each other every once in a while."

You nod, pressing a comm button on your desk, meeting Boba's eyes once more as you say to the comm, "Marsh, we have a contract to draw up."

The ended up working, better than you think the three of you could have ever realized. With the empires joined and divided fairly you found things running smoother than ever before, and with you name connected to Boba's not just your people showed respect, now everyone but fools with no brain cells treated you like the threat you've been all along. Fennec went back and forth between your home and Tatooine, and you couldn't enjoy her company more. The burning anger you'd held for so long disappearing as you found solace in the companionship, in having someone closer than you've ever allowed possible. Something you even could equate to Boba as well in your shared trips to visit each other, which had started as only to make appearances have lead from a friendship into more.

#han solo x reader #han x reader #leia organa x reader #leia x reader #boba fett x reader #boba x reader #fennec shand x reader #fennec x reader #not fully confident in these #just because im not 100% on writing poly relationships as ive not written it too much #I hope you still like them though! #And sorry it took a second to get these out!

[bobathirstaccount]

I’m obsessed with my AO3 stats this year… why idk, lol 🤓

My top 5 Boba Fett longfics ranked by hits on AO3 (all links AO3 links)

1. Book of Boba Fett: Footnotes on Love; words 13,167, hits 1,264

2. Stars Above; words 15,259, hits 758

3. The Dune Witch; words 19,553, hits 435

4. The Devil Moving; words 21,675, hits 408

5. Bloodlines; words 14,743, hits 305

Runner up: Mamihlapinatapai, words 8,079, hits 608

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#ao3 stats #boba fett x reader #boba x reader #boba fett fluff #boba fett smut #boba smut #boba fett fanfiction #boba fett fic #long fic #reader insert #star wars reader insert #star wars x reader #long fanfic

[masterjedilenawrites]

I already reblogged it, but I just now realized that the Boba x virgin reader fic brought back my Boba obsession 🫣😄 So thank you! 🥰

Aww yay i’m glad you liked it! 🤗🥰 He is a man worth obsessing over 😉 lol

#star wars #boba x reader

[galacticgraffiti]

I NEED TO SUCK THEM FAT FETT TITS (you know who this is)

i remember getting this ask after i think the first episode of TBOBF and immediately thinking “i actually have no idea who the fuck this is, this could be any number of y’all thirsty whores [affectionate]”

i still do not know who this is tbh, but alas, worshipping booba’s beautiful tiddies would be so much fun

some spice under the cut so minors fuck off

you’d be riding him, his cock buried so deep inside you that it feels like he’s everywhere all at once

but instead of him sitting up, you’d push him back until he laid down, and bend down to kiss his chest while you bounce on his cock

he’d try to sit up again but you’d just shake your head and soothe him, kissing him quickly before wrapping your lips around his nipple and sucking

he’d moan - he would be too surprised to hold it back

and when you asked him if everything’s okay, he wouldn’t respond, just push your head down until you continued playing with his tits

you could suck on them, leave little marks on them, love bites, bruises, cup them, hold them

kiss him in between and tell him how beautiful he looks like this, how much you like feeling his cock twitch inside you every time you run your tongue over his pebbled nipple

“you’re so sensitive for me, baby. so pretty like this, moaning for me while i take your cock, you fucking love this, don’t you? you could’ve asked me, oh baby how i would have loved to do this earlier, worship your perfect tits with everything i have until you come for me.”

#:)))) #having THOTS #yes this would be fun #galas requests #anon request #gala answers #spring cleaning #boba fett x reader #boba fett x you #boba x reader #boba x you #spice smuggling