I decided to give my account a little facelift, especially since I have lots of new stories and art to share soon! This was fun to make, and I was bored, so here ya go, my new bio!
my favorite genre of fictional character is like "i am terrifying to almost everyone, i'm very good at killing, i can endure anything, i've become exceptionally good at playing into my reputation, and if you try to give me positive social interaction i will react with confusion and cower in a corner like an abused animal. and i may try to shoot you. but there is also a chance i may imprint on you like a feral dog receiving its first loving touch! good luck."
UGHHH I could go on such a long rant about how applicable this is to Boba, because it IS, but suffice to say that this is so very accurate. He’s been scarred and abused his whole life. His only safety, his father, was torn from him and he had nothing or no one. Naturally he grew up to be the best, just like his father, because that’s the only thing he knows to be…even though he deserves and is capable of so, so much more!
Let it be known I’m 1000% cooking up a fic based on this, so stay tuned…
As it's midnight where I'm at, Merry Christmas to @/Boba_Fettish on Twitter! Enjoy your secret santa Fett!
This was done in conjunction with the Star Wars Secret Santa event hosted by gayjedicoded.
When I heard something with Boba Fett with his Rancor, I first thought alright I’ll draw him majestically riding it. But then I saw a photo of a boy cuddling his cow, and I did some rethinking.
Wow, whaddya know, I’m having more Boba thoughts…I don’t know if it’s just me (I seriously doubt it) but the holidays can be hard. Obviously that’s for a million varying reasons, but as always I feel Boba would have his own ways of bringing comfort.
So here’s some Modern!Boba x f!reader headcannons because I’m always a sucker for intertwined universes and AU storylines! Perhaps this is a bit self-indulgent but it’s been spinning in my head for days! (And this probably won’t be the last of this particular headcannon lol…)
• Holidays can bring a lot of emotion, sometimes sadness. You’d be lost in your thoughts, perhaps reliving memories that aren’t all great, when you’d hear a knock at your door. It would be Boba, of course, carrying some grocery bags with that fond smile and dark eyes that see so much so quickly.
“Thought you could use some company, little one.” He’d regard you with a mix of concern and understanding, never prying for more information then you were ready to share.
Boba doesn’t simply use words to show love - he is a man of action. You’d witness his love in the food he prepares, the hot chocolate he brought over for you both to share, and his strong arms wrapped around you.
• He’d be cordial at family gatherings, respecting you enough to not overcrowd you, but 100% would be comfortable wrapping an arm around your shoulders or placing a hand on your thigh under the table when he hears your voice shake. No one else would notice, but he sure would.
• His jaw would clench at your grandmother’s comment about your weight, brows lowering just enough - the first darkening clouds of a gathering storm. You’d pull him aside and tell him it was okay, of course, that she didn’t mean harm, but he’d merely nod, keeping the thunder restrained…for now.
“But it hurt you.” His gaze would lock on you as he lifts those thick fingers to caress your jaw. “Don’t minimize your pain.”
But in your family, you’ve always had to. And you’re learning, learning that it doesn’t have to be that way now…with yourself, with him.
• Your parents wouldn’t know how to handle Boba, given that he’s not the soft-spined sort. Their version of you is years outdated - choosing to remain blind to your growth that would challenge them to break out of safety nets that choke them. It hurts, despite your best efforts, to know they love only the version of you they are comfortable with. But Boba? He loves every facet of you, every piece. He sees your growth and the pain it took for you to get there.
• And when they make some petty, passive aggressive comment about your life, he’d come to your defense in such a calm, yet pointed way, pulling you closer against him in a subtle display of protectiveness even as you detect that thunder growling in his tone. Your parents don’t have a clue how close they are to danger, but they won’t - he would exercise restraint…for now.
• But he certainly wouldn’t show restraint when he takes you back home and kisses you, holding you so close as he shows you how much he loves you. And he’d spend every minute he could of the holidays with you, doing his best to show you that you are worthy, that you are loved, and that even though there is pain, family is more than blood. And you, in turn, would do the same for him.
It’s wild to believe it’s Christmas, and that 2025 is drawing to a close, at last. It’s been…a year. Honestly everything since 2023 hasn’t been easy, and I’ve regrettably been too busy and overwhelmed to write more content with my beloved Boba. However, I randomly came across this, and it warmed my heart so much - so I wanted to share it in hopes that it can do the same for someone else!
It also gave me the push I needed to find some inspiration to keep writing - there’s still so many stories and ideas I have for more Boba content, and I’m determined to not let 2026 be another year of discouragement and low creativity. Especially now that it sadly doesn’t seem likely that we’ll be getting new Boba content from Disney any time soon (I’m pissed btw) it has inspired me to keep writing!
I truly hope you all have a merry Christmas, and that your holiday is safe, warm, and filled with peace!
Hi! I just wanted to drop by and express how much I'm enjoying your Boba Fett x f!Veterinarian fic! (Moth to a Flame) it's so sweet and Boba is just perfect in it! 🤍✨️
Hiiii anon!
Awww, thank you so much for your kind words! I’m thrilled that you’re loving Moth to a Flame - the story is near and dear to my heart, it’s become a major comfort fic to write! I always try to ensure I write Boba with that certain gravity he has, so I’m honored you’re enjoying it. I’m working on the next chapter now, so stay turned for updates very soon!
Sometimes I hate getting attached to fictional characters because I never just like them normally. No no, instead I have to be plagued by them. I have to suffer through the emotional torment of thinking of them 24/7. Like why am I crying over a fictional man.
At long last, I am returning with chapter seven of Moth to a Flame! I always wanted to dive back into this story, and I’m happy to say I am already writing chapter eight as we speak! It’s gonna be a good one hehehe. This is still one of my favorite series I’ve written, and I want to finish it as strong as it began. It’s a chunkier chapter, partially to make up for my absence, I hope you all enjoy!
TW: healing from injuries, cannon typical violence, minor character death, mentions of trauma (alluded PTSD), fluff, teasing, foreplay, dom Boba, sub reader.
Also, here’s the link to the masterlist in case you want to re-read the previous chapters to catch up!
Moth to a Flame Chapter Seven
For once, you awoke from a dreamless slumber.
No nightmares jarring you awake with a pounding heart. No bloodied images burning the back of your mind. You felt nearly at peace emerging from sleep…but upon opening your eyes, you yet again found yourself in a strange room.
Except this time, the bed was incredibly soft.
It was much plusher than your own, a luxury you never had afforded. Despite your immediate instinct to panic, your surroundings were strangely welcoming. Peaceful, even. It felt like a dream. A night and day difference from the sterilized durasteel walls of the Imperial shuttle you’d been trapped in.
Clay, earthen walls greeted you instead, framed by shimmering silken curtains that caught in the desert breeze, curling through the air with a delicate grace that drastically contrasted the harshness of Tatooine. Warm notes of sandalwood and amber filled the air, reminding you of Boba’s scent. The suns hung midway in the sky, the blistering afternoon heat appearing to set them even further aflame.
Tatooine. You were back.
Relief blossomed in your chest, and you relaxed, uncurling your fists and taking a deep breath. Your body was stiff, sore from your ordeal, but you’d honestly expected so much worse. A part of you had assumed that you would die in that shuttle by Sterling’s hand. Fate however, clearly had different plans.
Somehow, Boba had found you, and had brought you back home.
Home…
“Let’s go home.”
You remembered what he’d said before he’d carried you away from the ghosts of your past. He must have taken you to the palace. The architecture spoke of wealth and prestige, something you rarely saw in the Outer Rim. Oddly, you felt no fear at the prospect, but it did leave you with a question.
What would your future look like now?
Your gaze wandered the expansive room, lingering on a large bacta tank near the center, before sweeping to the other side of the bed…finding Boba Fett sitting in a chair across from you, fast asleep.
He was still donned in his armor, and his helmet sat at his feet - allowing you to make a most profound realization.
The Daimyo of Tatooine looked absolutely breathtaking when he finally rested.
The hard planes of his face were somehow softer, lips in less of a frown, brows not so heavily furled. His scars were the same, not that such a thing could ever bother you - considering that you found them striking - but there was a softness to him that you hadn’t seen when he was awake. Granted, you couldn’t call it peaceful. You saw the tension in his jaw, the way his eyelids were pressed shut, in the subconscious twitch of his lip. You wagered he’d wake at the softest sound, the life of a hunter never forgotten.
You wanted to help him find peace, if such a thing were even possible. That was, if he still wanted you.
Would he try to push you away after what happened? You remembered the hesitation that flooded his gaze once the ferocity left, leaving a fearful pause in its wake. He’d been afraid…afraid you’d fear him. That you’d no longer love him.
But did he actually know you loved him?
Did he know that when he killed to defend you, he was bringing your abuser to justice? Did he realize exactly how much that meant to you? He’d protected you, defended your honor, and ensured you’d never be touched by that vile man again. In a way, Boba had freed you from the last connections to your past, allowing you to finally forge a new future.
You had to tell him.
You shifted, turning to your side with a grimace so you were facing him, the covers rustling over you as you did so. Surely that would be enough…
Relief blossomed in his amber gaze, followed by a warmth that made your heart sing. There was undeniable love there - you saw it. Felt it in the way he looked at you. Devotion too, something that was entirely foreign to you. It made the warmth in your chest rise to a near blaze, the desire to voice your thoughts all the more urgent. When he spoke your name, it was a mere whisper, near reverent.
“Mesh’la,” his voice was lacking the usual roughness, instead it was soft, hesitant, as if he was awaiting your reaction. “You’re safe…”
“Boba,” you tried to speak, wincing when a sharp pain jabbed down your throat. Confusion flooded your chest, and you frowned, trying your best to push through it, determination driving every syllable. “I…”
“Careful, little one,” he swiftly stood, moving to your side, the hesitation seemingly gone. His dark brows lowered, concentration and concern flickering in his gaze. “The bacta is still healing your wounds. Should recover soon.”
In any other situation, seeing him looming over you, donned in full armor, while you were lying in bed, would have been a major turn on. It still was, you noted, not ignorant of the heat that crept up your neck and to your cheeks. But your injuries…exactly how badly wounded were you?
You lifted a tentative hand to your neck, feeling the bandages wrapped over your skin. They were fresh, keeping the bacta flush with your skin, letting it do its healing work. Oh, that was right…you’d yet again been subjected to those hellish Imperial devices…you closed your eyes, swallowing hard. Images of the sterile, soulless rooms and pale walls sent a shudder down your spine, but you shook your head, reminding yourself that you weren’t there. That you’d never be there again.
“Easy there,” a thumb brushed your cheek, and you opened your eyes, finding Boba’s gaze on you, a concerned but caring softness waiting. You leaned into his touch, the warmth of his fingers grounding you to this new reality. “They won’t hurt you ever again. I promise.”
You nodded, a sigh rushing from your lips when his thumb caressed your jaw. The simple gesture nearly moved you to tears - the same hands that spilled blood and ended lives now cradled you with more gentleness than you’d ever known.
“My brave, sweet girl.” He watched you with unbridled admiration, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you, eyes never looking away. You leaned into him, a hand hooking to his chest plate, wanting to feel him close.
“This alright?” His words rumbled through you as much as you heard them, and you nodded, clinging to him tighter. He chuckled when you shifted as much as your pain would allow, your head resting in his lap. He raised a knee to prop you up against, and you relaxed against his solid frame.
“I…” you swallowed, taking a deep breath. He fell silent, waiting, giving you all the space you needed to speak. It was refreshing, to have someone be patient. To give you all the time in the world. “I need…to tell you something.”
The briefest hint of a shadow passed through his gaze, so fast you might not have seen it, had you not been paying attention. But you always did, just as much as he.
Was he afraid you’d reject him?
Despite whatever fears were running through his mind, he simply nodded, remaining silent, still waiting. Perhaps he felt it was best this way, to allow you the space and freedom to let him down easy. But that was exactly the opposite of the truth.
“You’ve…been more than I’ve ever known. Protected me. Saved me. You’re,” you softly cleared your throat, and he lifted a glass of water to your hands. You gratefully drank, handing it back to him once you’d finished. “Everything I’ve ever dreamed for, but never thought I’d find. I…love you, Boba. I’ve been afraid. Afraid you wouldn’t feel the same, but…I’m not afraid anymore.”
Boba’s entire expression shifted from one of worry and masked apprehension to shock, then elation. His brows lifted, plush lips parting ever so slightly. Maker, he looked divine. You’d never wanted to kiss him more than now, in this moment.
“You…really mean that?” There it was, the rough gravel in his tone, soothing your nerves and sending warmth to your very bones.
“I do,” you smiled up at him, hoping he felt your sincerity in every word. “I mean it with all my heart.”
“Oh, sweet girl, that’s good,” his voice grew even huskier as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his warm breath washing over your skin. “Because I love you too. Don’t ever wanna let you go.”
“I’m yours, Boba,” your blinked back tears, happy ones, for once, craving his presence, his closeness. “For as long as you’ll have me.”
“Ad’ika, I’m forever yours,” he pressed another kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, making his way closer to your lips. “Thought I’d lost you.”
“I knew you’d find me,” you gasped when he pressed a kiss to your pulse point. “I always believed…”
“Of course I’d find you, babygirl,” he kissed your jawline, resuming his journey to your lips. “Always will.”
When he kissed you, it was slow, reverent, all encompassing. You leaned into the kiss, breath snagged from your chest as he took control, cradling your head in his hands. He deepened the kiss, and it became more hungry, nearly desperate, as if he was showing you all of what he wanted to say. His fingers loosely gripped your hair, careful to mind your injuries, leaning even closer to gently hold you against him.
When you both finally parted, you were a panting mess, heart pounding, eyes wide. Damn, you’d missed him.
He went to shift away, and you whimpered, too desperate for his closeness to be ashamed. He chuckled, looking down at you with a smirk and a raised brow.
“Boba, I need-“
“Rest.” His tone grew firm, still layered with fondness, the twinkle in his eyes never dimming. “You need rest. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.”
You couldn’t help but love the subtle dominance in his words and actions, the comforting yet solid way he guided you. The promise of the future, a future you’d never known was possible. It was new, so different from what you’d known, but kriff, you loved it. So, you simply nodded, trying your best to save your voice.
“Good girl,” his rumbled praise sent heat spiraling to your core, and you swallowed, gripping him tighter.
Good girl.
Kriffing Maker above, that was hot. And here he was telling you to rest? A furious blush crept to your cheeks, and you knew he saw. Could tell by the gleam in his eyes that clearly showed he did indeed notice, and absolutely was cataloging that information for the future.
“Can you…” you took a breath, finding yourself wishing you could will your body to heal by sheer determination alone. “Can you lay with me? I want…”
“I’ll hold you, little one,” he chuckled, giving you another kiss. “Gotta take this armor off, okay?”
You nodded, and he helped you shift back so your head was resting on the pillow again. You watched as he removed every piece of beskar, mesmerized as the man emerged from the shield that protected him from the world. It was an intimate experience, knowing that he felt safe enough with you to do so, a treasure you’d never take for granted.
When he settled under the covers beside you, the bed depressing from his weight, you snuggled closer, unashamed of seeking out his presence. You were rewarded by another warm chuckle, so very close to you, as his strong arms wrapped around your body, holding you close to his broad chest.
“I love you, ad’ika,” his voice was soft behind you, his fingers gently caressing you, lulling you to sleep. “Always.”
“I love you too,” you snuggled closer against him, and his arms held you just a bit tighter, as much as your injuries would allow. “So, so much.”
You couldn’t help but smile, feeling so warm, so safe, it nearly brought you to tears.
You were finally, at long last, home.
-
“You sure that thing isn’t gonna bite your fingers off?”
You glanced up from the nexu cub splayed in your lap at Fennec, who leaned against your kitchen counter. What was it with these bounty hunters lounging against your furniture? Not that you truthfully were complaining.
“She’s trained, don’t worry.” You shot at smirk at the assassin, gesturing at the ball of fur and teeth currently trying to steal your new necklace. “Didn’t take you for a cat hater, Fen.”
“I don’t hate cats.” She smirked, leaning against the wall with a sigh. “I hate getting bitten. Or scratched. Not my thing.”
You were about to issue a reply when a new voice interjected from behind Fennec.
“Discussing preferences, hmm? Stars help me if you two have already descended to ‘girl talk’.”
Boba’s familiar rasp made your heart leap, and you couldn’t wipe the dumb smile from your face when he stepped around Fennec, helmet tucked at his side. His eyes found yours, a playful gleam twinkling there, and you dipped your head in a blush.
“Well now that you’re back, I’ll leave the ‘babysitting’ to you.” Fennec headed toward the door, shooting a smile back at you. “Don’t get captured again, you still owe me a drink. And you’d better visit that rancor, he misses you like crazy.”
You laughed as she exited, gaze shifting back to Boba in all his armored glory. Damn, he looked so good in his beskar. You’d never get enough of it. The sheer power he exuded alone was enough to make your head spin.
“Glad you’re still in one piece, princess,” he allowed a smile to curve his lips, before turning his gaze to sweep your living room. “Though I would prefer for everyone to be at the palace.”
Oh, you knew what he was implying. Boba had been so focused on your recovery as of late, that ensuring you were rested and healing was his priority. His protectiveness simply made your heart melt.
“Don’t worry, Fennec’s been the best body guard. I will, I just have to get them ready for the trip,” you scratched the nexu’s chin, grinning when she purred and leaned into your touch. “Not to worry. I’ll have everything packed and-“
Boba chuckled with a distinctly dark cadence, stepping forward until he was towering over your seated figure.
“Don’t play coy with me, little one, you’re not moving anything.” He met your gaze with a gentle, yet firm, smile. “You need your rest. I’ll oversee the transportation myself.”
Healing, it turned out, took an agonizingly long time when all you wanted to do was to feel Boba’s hands on you.
It was nearly shameful, you thought, how often your mind locked on every lingering glance, every touch, every word spoken softly in the dark. It was enough to drive someone mad.
“Of course, my daimyo,” you made a dramatic show of a bow, as much as you could in your seated position, grateful you’d healed enough for the motion. You even dared to shoot him a wink. “I won’t move a muscle.”
“Don’t be a brat,” a sharp smile curved the corner of his lip, something altogether dangerous darkening his gaze. “Be a good girl and you’ll be rewarded.”
There it was again.
Ever since he learned how much those two words affected you, he’d slip them into conversation when applicable, which just happened to be frequent enough to keep you in a constant state of desperation.
But judging by the sharpness of his expression, those amber eyes locked on you like a Vratixan blood eagle’s, there’d be no loophole in his orders. At the end of the day, he was the daimyo. The master hunter. And while you trusted him with your very breath, you never could forget who he was. Who he always would be. The deadliest and most powerful man, the stars at his fingertips - soft only for you.
And you were happily in his clutches.
“I…yes, sir,” you were nearly breathless when you finally spoke, dipping your head into the nexu’s fur in an attempt to mask your burning cheeks. “I’ll rest. I’m finally starting to feel more like myself again.”
“So my princess does have manners.” Boba knelt before you, a gloved hand reaching forward and lifting your chin to meet his probing gaze, grip gentle yet firm. “Good. Let’s get you back home. I’ll handle everything here.”
Home.
You were still getting used to that word. Because in truth, the home Boba spoke of wasn’t simply a new place you lived, but a person in which you felt at peace.
Boba had, in so many ways, proven your doubts and fears wrong time after time. He made a choice that none before him ever could.
He chose to stay.
-
“It’s only been a week, and you’re already bouncing off the walls.” Fennec lounged on one of Boba’s chairs, feet kicked up. She honestly looked a tad ridiculous, but you kept that thought to yourself…for now. “I don’t know how he managed to keep you bedridden for five days.”
You thought back to all of the tender moments, the concerned glances, the sweet words and care Boba had extended to you, and smiled.
It was both strange and sweet, really, to have someone of his strength and reputation doting over you. But you didn’t mind, the attention wasn’t unwelcome, merely something you were learning to accept. And ever since you both had admitted your feelings, there had certainly been a shift between you.
You thought he’d flirted and shown interest plenty before, but now?
There was a certain softness, yet protectiveness, dare you say possessiveness, in his words and deeds that simply made you swoon.
He held you every night, and caressed you every morning when you awoke.
“I gave him a run for his money, don’t worry.” You smirked and ran your fingers through your hair, noting with a smirk that it finally had regained its healthy sheen. “But he was insistent, as always. You know how he is.”
“Don’t I.” Fennec smirked and shot you a wink. You couldn’t help but smile. “Someone’s been getting her beauty sleep.”
You gazed at your reflection on the mirror, and smoothed a wrinkle on the flattering dress, a gift he’d bought you that had caught your eye. Black with curling dark green vines, it would match his armor perfectly. You did a quick spin, and couldn’t help but smile.
You looked stronger now. Healthier, more glow to your cheeks and life in your eyes. The bacta patches were gone, and even though there were fresh scars overlapping with your previous ones, the wounds were finally healed. You felt pretty in the dress, and despite the fact that your profession rarely called for them, it was a welcome change.
Boba had ensured your animals were given the upmost care, tended to by his best. You couldn’t wait to see them again, but for now, as you were just getting back on your feet, you allowed a moment to breathe.
“Something like that,” you turned to face her, finally feeling ready. Your rest had paid off, but you didn’t want to sit around any longer.
“I take it you want to see him?” Fennec stood, slinging her rifle over her shoulder.
“I would,” you smirked at her, inwardly relived you both got along so well. “I assume he’s working?”
“He’s holding court,” Fennec turned to usher you out, glancing back at you with a grin. “Don’t worry, your visit would make his day.”
-
The throne room was so crowded you nearly second guessed entering, panic locking your steps, but Fennec would hear none of it, confidently walking forward like she owned the place.
You both slipped through the back entrance to avoid the majority of the throng, and for safety measures of course, silent as Boba’s voice carried through the cavernous space.
You didn’t see him yet, only the stone back of the throne, but you could observe the bounty hunter standing before him. The man was thin and sheepish looking. Young. Even from your distance, you could tell he was angrily trying to make an appeal to the daimyo.
But that wasn’t what caught your attention.
Growing up, you’d heard horrific stories of Jabba’s palace. Tales of cruelty and debauchery that far surpassed any reason. Every local knew these stories, were warned that entering that throne room meant death. And sometimes…a fate far worse. Anxiety corded its way up your throat as you felt eyes falling upon you, and you folded your arms in front of your chest, immediately regretting your choice of clothing.
Fennec seemed to pay this no mind, gesturing for you to follow.
You did so, a slight tremor in your step, as you both slid to the far wall. Despite your residual fear, you reminded yourself that Jabba did not hold power now - Boba did. And you knew your lover would protect you, no matter what. You also were with Fennec, and fully capable of defending yourself. You would be alright. You took a deep breath and walked with confidence, head held high, gaze sweeping the room.
As you both made your way to the back, where you’d be out of the crowd’s sight, the man spoke, thin voice rattling against the stone walls.
“Who gave you the right, oh ‘mighty’ daimyo, to tell us what to do?” The bounty hunter was enraged, face flushed, hand dripping to his blaster. “You’re out of your prime, old man. Plenty of us could take you down. What gives you the right to rule over us?”
The room fell so deathly silent, one could hear a pin drop, tension hovering in the air. Your gaze was finally pulled to Boba, as if gravity itself demanded your rapt attention.
You swore to the stars your knees all but gave out on the spot. Cheeks furiously burning, you leaned your weight against the wall, eyes glued to the green armored man who held his court like a king.
You’d never seen such power on display.
Boba Fett sat upon the carved throne with a regal countenance and equally a relaxed confidence - sprawled like the very world was his footstool. His relaxed posture didn’t fool you, though, you knew he was too tactful. Too calculating. And right now, his T-visored helm was focused on the lesser hunter before him, the angle harsh and predatory, torchlight flaring on the beskar like shattered glass.
Your gaze dropped to his spread thighs, and altogether improper thoughts flooded your mind. You blinked, biting your bottom lip, heat settling between your legs as he shifted, muscles rippling underneath beskar and cloth, fingers tapping a steady cadence on the throne’s armrest.
Kriffing hells, that had no right being so hot.
Movement next to you broke your concentration, and you frowned as Fennec lifted her rifle’s scope to her eye.
“We should be able to hunt who we want. Sell spice if we please.” The hunter was still going, clearly unaware that he was spelling his doom. “And I-“
“Take it, then.” Boba’s voice rolled like the thunder before a devastating storm. His helm tilted to the left, and he raised a gloved hand, gesturing at the throne. “Think you’re worthy? See where it gets you.”
The man finally fell silent, fidgeting in place, hand dangerously close to his blaster. But he didn’t attack. You swore you saw the hunter’s face turn several shades paler when Boba unholstered one of his own blasters…laying it on the seat beside him.
The younger man still did nothing but gape, clearly expecting a trap, unsure of what to do.
“Admit your bluff. Walk away.” Boba still hadn’t moved, a nearly amused tone lilting in his voice. “And I’ll let you off with a warning.”
You knew that tone. The predator toying with his prey, giving him one final chance. It was hot. It wasn’t fair. But you weren’t so mindlessly turned on to not drop your hand to your own weapon, just in case.
The movement happened so fast you didn’t have the time to blink.
One second the man was lunging for the throne, blaster pointed at Boba…the next, he was dead before he struck the ground, a hole charred between his eyes.
Smoke curled from the barrel of Boba’s second blaster, wafting about him as he leaned back against the throne.
“Anyone else?”
Heads shook, feet shuffled away, and murmurs of shock rippled through the crowd. Not a single soul dared to raise another challenge. You watched him, unable to stop the smile from creeping to your face, as a pride for your daimyo filled your chest.
The dualities of Boba Fett were a myriad.
His helmet flicked toward you, and you felt as if your breath was caught in your throat. You were captured in his gaze, the weight of it nearly pinning you to the wall from the intensity you knew was burning in the eyes hidden behind the beskar.
“Good. As long as I am daimyo, spice has no place here.” He jerked his helmet toward the exit, gesturing at the crowd. “You’re all dismissed.”
The crowd quickly dispersed, needing no further bidding. They exited with whispers and silence, and soon, you and Fennec were the only two who remained.
“Fennec. Ensure everyone leaves the gates.” Boba hadn’t moved, still seated on the throne in all his glory. “I’ll not be disturbed.”
“Got it, boss.” Fennec needed no further bidding, shooting you a wink before lurking off into the darkness.
Silence fell so heavy, the tension so thick, you could’ve cut it with a vibroblade.
Boba was still watching you, helmet tilted slightly to the side, fingers ever so patiently tapping his thigh. You swallowed, transfixed under his gaze, nearly holding your breath with anticipation.
“Come here, little one.” His voiced rumbled through you, sending shivers down your spine. “No more hiding in the shadows.”
Your body moved to obey before your mind could fully catch up, heart hammering in your chest as you crossed the sandy floor, approaching your king. You stopped before the throne, toes bumping against the steps, regarding him with unbridled awe - dryly swallowing when he shifted his thighs further apart.
“I’ll not be kept waiting, mesh’la.” Boba patted his thigh, a teasing tone rolling through his voice. “Be a good girl.”
Kriff. You wanted nothing more than to be just that here, in this moment. You ascended the steps, gaze locked on his, furiously flushing when his hand rested against your hips, guiding you onto his lap.
“Isn’t that better, princess?” His voice was impossibly husky in your ear, rasping through the vocoder of the helmet he still donned. “Sure look like one in this dress.”
If you weren’t blushing enough before, you surely were now, pressed flush against him, dress riding far too high to be appropriate, his praise ringing in your ears.
“I…thank you, Boba,” you dared to lean forward, pressing a kiss to his visor. “I missed you.”
The way the man audibly growled at your gesture made your knees go weak. He caressed your back with effortless gentleness, even as he held you tight.
“Didn’t want to scare you. But,” he shook his head, a sigh crackling through the vocoder. “Can’t afford another coup attempt.”
“You didn’t scare me,” you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Trust me. Scared is not how that makes me feel.”
Boba stilled beneath you, and your eyes immediately widened.
Shit, karking dammit.
You hadn’t meant to say the last part aloud.
“And how does it make you feel, ad’ika?” His hand roved from your back to your side, then settling at your hip. “You can tell me.”
“I…” you dipped your head toward his armored chest, cheeks furiously burning. “I mean…”
“Is my little princess struggling for her words?” Boba made a tisking noise, his other hand hooking your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his hidden one. “Poor thing.”
Kriffing hell.
The man knew what he was doing to you. There was no doubt. You swallowed hard, all too aware of his closeness, heat coiling between your legs. Your current position reminded you of the last time you were in his lap, held in his clutches, desperate and wanting. You remembered his promises all too well - and you also knew he was a man of his word.
“Gods, Boba,” you knew your face was redder than the blood red accents of his armor, and given his hold on you, you only flushed further. “I…need you. Please. I’ve been good. I’ve been healing, I-“
“Easy there, little one,” Boba’s voice was surprisingly reassuring as his thumb caressed his cheek. “I’ll give you want you want. But first, I need to know.”
Know what? You frowned ever so slightly, but remained silent, waiting for him to continue.
Boba lifted a hand to his helmet and swiftly removed it, revealing the absolutely dark and hungry amber gaze you knew it was masking all along. You felt nearly boneless, even though he hadn’t done anything…yet.
“Are you ready to take this step with me? No shame if you need more time.” Boba’s face locked on you in complete seriousness, gauging your reaction. “There’s no wrong answer. Want to ensure you’re safe.”
Oh, if your heart could melt any further than it already had for him, it would. Tears risked welling in your eyes so you blinked them away, leaning into his embrace.
“Boba, you make me feel safe. I’ve never loved anyone the way I do you.” You let his gaze, lips hovering oh so close to his, as he watched you with rapt attention and a masterfully restrained hunger. “I want this. With you. You alone.”
“I’m not like those boys who couldn’t handle you, mesh’la,” his hand cupped your face, fingers gently caressing your cheek. “My love is a hunger.”
Oh, you knew. You knew exactly what you signed up for. You couldn’t help but grin.
“Then I’ll be consumed.” You bravely met his gaze, quirking a smile. “I can’t think of a better fate.”
Something altogether wild flashed in his eyes, both a warning sign and a lighthouse beacon all at once. His teeth flashed in the dark like fangs, gaze gentle but commanding as a smile curved his plush lips.
“So be it.”
You whimpered, unable to stop yourself from crashing your lips against his. You were so overcome with love, adoration, and lust all at once - demanding for you to take the initiative.
Boba let you, returning your kiss with a sly grin. He allowed you to lead. For a moment. But then you felt his gloved hand wrap around your throat, just firmly enough to hold you in place. He tilted your chin up and took over - not rough. Not violent.
Just final.
Like a king reclaiming his rightful throne. The king you always knew he was.
Star Wars (Disney) may have forgotten about Boba Fett, but he’ll live on in plenty of adventures written by myself and allll my Boba besties out there!
For real, y’all are my heroes 🫡
Tbh it’s probably for the best because we understand his characterization better anyway
No, for real. We took this line and RAN with it and I for one am ✨thrilled✨
Our man works too hard and badly needs this little getaway with our Tea Shop Owner and FINALLY makes a decision about where to go first. For all of his hardened warrior-ness, Boba Fett really kinda is a drama queen (just like most SW men). LET'S GOOOO!!!
Pairing: Boba Fett x Tea Shop Owner!Reader
Word Count: 500
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“It’s been a year since our fallen Jedi crisis, Fennec. And a prosperous one,” the Daimyo rumbled. “Surely, it won’t fall apart if we’re away for one week.”
You’d woken early this morning and surprised him with breakfast in bed: his favorite tea and a sugar twisty that you’d waved around his face and chest, dusting sugar all over him. It’s a sin to let sugar go to waste, you’d said, kissing sugar from his lips. How could we possible atone?
Said atonement had put him in a rare good mood and he was determined to hold on to it. Fennec’s fussing about business while walking to the hangar was not helpful in that regard.
“As long as things have been going as smoothly as they’ve been, it shouldn’t be a problem, Boss. All I’m saying it keep the line open. Just in case.”
“Of course. I’m not a beginner.” He turned and met her eyes. Cautious trust lived there. “Thank you, Fennec.”
Fennec held his eye as her hand went to her abdomen and the mechanicals that kept her alive.
“Our deal.”
Yes, Fennec. Our deal.”
*
By the time Boba had boarded Slave 1 you’d triple checked the scantly packed bags and made sure the little gift was safely tucked away. You’d also bought a packable foam mattress to put on the floor of the tiny sleep area. Stars! You couldn’t wait to awkwardly meet one another, knees knocking against the angles of the barely living space on his ship.
There would be time for that though. There was a whole week!
You sat in the cockpit, leaning forward and eager to see stretching blue streaks of light. Boba had put on his helmet and looked out to the stars. Your gaze went to the t-shaped visor and the stars reflected in it. You reached out, fingers tracing along the lines of the helmet, wishing to touch his true face.
“We don’t have to go to Cloud City, Boba. I’m happy to go anywhere.” You ran your hand along the edge of the helmet and took it off, setting it on your lap. “What would you like to show me?”
Boba stared at the console for a long while, jaw clenched, before his head snapped over to meet your eyes. Soft and sweet, but he knew they were razor sharp beneath. You’d fearlessly come to his aid in dire circumstances twice now. Yet he’d continued to keep a distance, shield you from who he had been and the things that he’d done. As always, Jango Fett’s words echoed and Boba turned them over in his mind.
A bounty hunter is free of attachments. Say no more than necessary. This code keeps us alive, his father had said. I’m training you to be better than me.
Better.
Perhaps it was time to be true to you. To trust that you would want to stay.
“I’d like to show you where I was born, cyar'ika.” He brought your palm to his lips. “Kamino.”
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This episode's title is courtesy of Echo and the Bunnymen:
“You’d woken early this morning and surprised him with breakfast in bed: his favorite tea and a sugar twisty that you’d waved around his face and chest, dusting sugar all over him. It’s a sin to let sugar go to waste, you’d said, kissing sugar from his lips. How could we possible atone?”
GIRLLLL this is SO good and I can’t wait for the next part! I’m eating up the new Boba content!
Summary: Asking your boss out for a practice date results in an unexpected serious of events and self-discovery.
Pairing: private investigator!Boba Fett x fem!assistant!Reader
Wordcount: 5.8k | Rating: E (18+ only!)
Warnings: Modern AU, oral sex (both receiving), some dirty talk, slight degradation (loving), heavily implied virgin!Reader, inexperienced!Reader, daddy kink, age gap, older man/younger woman, mentions of sexual acts w/ someone else, Dreks (mentioned)
I kid you not, this wip has been worked on since Jan 14, 2022 (that’s when the word doc was created), so it’s been a long time coming. The PI!Boba AU has existed for a long time in my brain and some very vague idea posts which you can find here but I was never quite sure what to do with it or how to gather the inspiration and courage to actually finish it because it is so very self-indulgent lol anyway, i am also tagging @catsnkooks and @bitchin-beskar bc without the gc this would have taken another 3 years
I also want to explicitly state that this is a daddy kink fic which puts emphasis on the age gap and the fact that Reader is quite inexperienced (though clearly an adult). I know that this is not for everyone so please proceed with caution.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Please do let me know what you thought in a comment or a reblog, that is the best part of sharing 🥰
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Boba Fett swore you were going to be the death of him.
In all his decades in the city, he had never thought his downfall would come so easily. And then you had come along with your little waitress uniform and your pot of coffee, smiling like the sun at 3 am in an open-around-the-clock diner down by the river.
He should’ve recognised the danger the moment he returned your smile. But maybe it had already been too late by then.
First, you had become his favourite waitress. Remembering his coffee order, making sure to give him the freshest blueberry bagel, and keeping him entertained with little day-to-day anecdotes. Once you found out he worked as a Private Investigator downtown, he found out you were working on a book. “A crime novel,” you revealed on late Thursday night, “But I’m afraid my knowledge of all things crime work begins and ends with 15 seasons of Criminal Minds.”
That was how you had become his assistant.
And now you had become the woman that haunted him day and night. In all his waking (and sleeping) moments, you were there, at the back (or forefront) of his every thought. If you were safe. If you were happy. If you had gotten that book you had mentioned during one of his many coffee refill breaks. If you wanted a new office chair because the one he had in his office was probably even older than he was. If you knew how much you deserved when all you talked bout was the
If you had lost your mind asking him for a practice date when your crush finally asked you out.
(“Please?” you had asked him when morning when you brought a list of the people who had left a voicemail for him to call back, “I – I never really went on a proper date and I don’t want Dreks to think I’m some … some inexperienced nobody from the country who has no idea how city life works.”
Boba had wanted to reply that there was nothing wrong with being inexperienced. That there was nothing wrong with you. And that maybe Dreks was not the person you should go on a date with if you thought that he would be repelled by your lack of experience.
But all he could say was “Sure thing, princess.”)
The date went well – really well, actually – and he cursed himself for not having asked you out before Dreks. And then he cursed himself because he had no business asking out a woman so much younger than himself. You had your entire life yet to live, whereas he was already jaded by the dark realities of life. The only thing he would achieve was corrupting your happiness and innocence until you were just as cynical as him.
His moral dilemma had him missing the entire way back to your apartment. He knew you could not have earned a lot as a waitress, supported by the fact that you were at the diner basically 24/7, but he had made sure that your pay as his assistant was a significant step up. Significantly enough to afford you some safer housing.
Instead, you still led him up the stairs through a giant apartment block that smelled of cigarettes and was littered with more than one used needle. It felt wrong, seeing you in your sunflower-printed dress, your yellow purse and bright smile, walking through the cement-cracked hallway.
“This is me,” you announced quietly, “Thank you for the drive.”
“Anytime, princess,” he murmured, “I hope this eased some of your worries for tomorrow. You will have a great time.”
“It did,” you confirmed, your hand still on the doorknob, your back against the door. If this were a real date, he would allow himself to let his eyes roam over your figure. Let you know how much he wanted you. He would take a step closer, crowding you against the wall and –
“So … will there be a good night kiss?” you joked, sounding all breathless, and he smirked. Maybe you weren’t as unaffected as he thought.
“You do whatever you’re comfortable with, Princess,” he murmured, watching with his hands in his pockets as you stepped closer to him.
You looked up through your lashes, “What if I want more than that?”
You were so close he could smell your perfume, and he closed his eyes, taking this moment in. One hand snuck out of his pocket and landed on your waist. “We haven’t even kissed and you’re already asking for more?” his nose bumped against yours. “Greedy girl.”
“It’s more of a favour,” you murmured against his lips, “A really big one.”
“Another one?” he teased, planting his mouth on yours. The way you melted in his arms would be imprinted on him forever, of that he was sure. Stars, he could not remember the last time he had enjoyed kissing someone as much as he enjoyed kissing you.
“I want to suck your cock,” you gasped between kisses.
“Say that again,” he growled against your neck, his blood pumping south, “Say it again, princess, or else I think I’m hallucinating.”
“Teach me how to suck a cock, Boba,” you repeated, head tilted back so he could suck a bruise into your collarbone, your voice almost a whimper, “Please.”
*
Moving to a new place was scary. Especially when this new place was everything your parents had never wanted for you. Living in the city was expensive, they said. What would you do with your English Lit major except for waitressing tables, they asked. The suburbs were safe and comfortable, they implored you.
But as your boss was sitting on the small couch in your dingy studio apartment and you were kneeling before him, you had never been more convinced that moving to the city had been the right step forward in your life.
“Are you really sure you want to do this?” he asked you, voice deep and gruff and so very erotic, you had to clench your thighs.
“Yes,” you nodded, “Yes, I – I want to try it, please.”
To be honest, this plan was more of a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing. It was true, you had wanted to try oral sex. You knew you were inexperienced and Dreks had made some allusions via text that had intrigued, but also terrified, you. You weren’t opposed to the idea of getting intimate with him if the mood was right and he was a nice man. You just wanted to try it first with someone you trusted.
And after your trial date with your boss, who looked way too handsome to admit, saying goodbye to him made you realise you wanted to try it with him. There was no one you trusted more than this grumpy old man whose coffee order you knew by heart, who left you books on your desk because “The depiction of the PD here is quite good, but ignore the IT plotline, that’s humbug.”
Boba Fett was a good man. He was also an attractive one.
You watched completely enraptured as his hands loosened the belt on his slacks, your breath hitching as one hand pulled down the zipper and revealed the tent in his boxers.
“Oh,” you breathed, and Boba chuckled, his large hand wrapping around the bulge.
“No time to be intimidated,” he teased you. And he was right. You didn’t have time for this because the more time you spent worrying about how you could best please him, the less time you had to actually touch him.
You really wanted to touch him.
Carefully, you wrapped your hand around him. He was thick, too thick for your finger to meet around him, and your jaw already hurt at the idea of taking him in your mouth. Your pussy, however, got even wetter.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Boba rumbled, “Take your time.”
You looked up at him. The best way to describe him was lounging. This older man was lounging on your couch, legs spread to make space for you, completely relaxed into the cushion as he looked down at you, completely in charge of everything.
Your hand moved in a few experimental strokes, trying to get used to the feel of him, the size of him. Blowjobs weren’t a new concept to you, you knew what it involved. But there was just so much of him, you felt overwhelmed.
“You can use your tongue,” Boba encouraged you, “Or your mouth.”
Nodding, you darted out your tongue and licked over the tip. The taste was a bit on the salty side, but altogether not unpleasant. So, you allowed yourself another lick of your tongue, this time up the entire shaft. The broken noise from his throat made you relish the fact that you did something right.
You opened your mouth wide and took him in. It was a struggle at first, the mushroom head feeling bigger than you had expected and you had to pull back. The frustration must have shown on your face because Boba’s warm hand landed on your cheek.
“I meant it,” he assured you as you looked up at him, “Take your time.”
Returning his smile with one of your own, you took a deep breath. You weren’t used to being in the spotlight, and you certainly didn’t like it when people paid you too much attention. But something about being his centre of attention made you feel all warm and fuzzy. Failing before him didn’t feel like failure; it felt like showing him how much you wanted him.
Another deep breath had you trying to relax your jaw as much as possible. This time you worked your lips past his tips and sucked around him. He felt warm and smooth in your mouth, your tongue brushing along the underside, and you could feel a spurt of something hit your tongue.
“Fuck, princess, your mouth feels amazing,” he cursed, his hand moving from your cheek to the back of your head.
He took up a lot of space and you did your best to give it to him. To relax your jaw, to somehow continue breathing, to get used to the size of him. It felt like there was no more space in your mouth, but you could see how much there was left to take. You barely had the tip.
“Breathe through your nose,” Boba murmured, staying completely still. You didn’t move forward, but you also didn’t move back. Something about having him in your mouth calmed you, gave you a goal to work towards, and distracted you from your own anxiety.
You swallowed, swirling your tongue around the tip. Another drop of precoma landed on your tongue and you swallowed again. Breathing through your nose made things much easier and you could feel your shoulder relax. You hadn’t even noticed how tense you were.
Boba’s breathing grew heavy, but he didn’t move a muscle either, completely frozen above you. You looked up from his thick thighs to find a pinched look on his face.
Your brows furrowed instantly, the tension back in your shoulders. Were you doing something wrong?
He must’ve felt you looking because he met your gaze, his eyes burning hot. “You’re doing so good,” he assured you, “Look at you, taking all that cock in your mouth. You’re a natural for me, aren’t you, hm?”
You moaned around him, desire pushing your head forward until he hit the back of your throat and you gagged. You spluttered around him, struggling for air when he pulled you back, his cock slipping out of your mouth. Drool trailed down your chin to your cleavage, and you whined at the loss.
“We don’t want you to choke now, do we?”
You didn’t say anything, too focused on the ache between your thighs that grew more prominent the longer he was away from you.
“Oh,” he grinned, “Do we?”
“I – I kind of like it,” you admitted, shifting on your knees. You hadn’t expected it to turn you on as much as it did but there was something about Boba Fett spreading his legs even more, nodding to his cock with an unforgiving look in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. “Then get to it, little one,” he encouraged you, his big hand cupping your cheek.
Taking him in your mouth again was easier this time, the sensation no longer unfamiliar. Once you got around his tip again, you trusted yourself to slowly bob up and down, taking him a little deeper each time. You managed it better and better, feeling him heavy on your tongue, and the noises that left you made you feel filthy and sexy all at once.
“Can you take me deeper?” the older man asked over the wet noises, his hand moving to the front of your throat, “I want to feel you here.”
Your eyes widened in shock but you did your best to swallow around him, the rumble in his chest the best kind of reward. He kept your eye contact, his thumb brushing just where your jaw met your throat. “Remember to breathe through your nose,” he instructed you gently, his voice rough, “Good girl. There we go.”
It felt strange, having him bump into the back of your throat. But the knowledge that he was so deep, the girth making your jaw and throat ache, inevitably made you think about all the other body parts he could make ache. His hand squeezed ever so gently, squeezing himself inside you, and you gasped, your walls clenching around nothing. At this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if you were dripping onto your carpet.
“You’re perfect,” he praised you, “You should see yourself, princess, no one ever looked prettier drooling on my cock than you do just now.”
You did your best to bob your head up and down, licking and sucking and slurping. His praise turned you on and encouraged you equally, sending you into the mindless happy task of gagging on an almost-too-big cock.
But you got tired, too, and you noticed the one glass of wine you had with dinner. Boba did not interfere as you slowed down; he just leaned back against the cushions, his hand cupping your cheek while he looked at you like you had been made just for him. And that made you even wetter.
Lifting his shaft with both hands, you trailed kissed down to his balls, swirling your tongue around them before taking him in your mouth again. You had never expected to enjoy it this much, giving someone (him) a blowjob. But there was something about making sure that he received the pleasure he deserved that had your heart racing and your pussy wet.
You had gotten to know him as a mysterious, grumpy diner patron, then as a less mysterious, grumpy but incredibly fair and knowledgeable boss. You knew how hard he worked every day. He deserved to relax. And if you could do that for him? You wanted to do it.
Once you got in a comfortable rhythm, you couldn’t resist the urge to rest your cheek against his thigh. He was warm under you and you felt so content, sucking in him as you gazed up at a man you had no business sucking off. Too old, too handsome, too much your boss. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care when you saw how the harsh lines on his face had disappeared, how happy and pleased he looked with you between his legs.
He chuckled, “There it is. There is that cockdrunk look I was aiming for. You enjoying yourself, sweetheart?”
You swallowed around him in agreement and you could feel him twitch in your mouth. It soon became necessary to remind yourself that this was just an experiment. It was not an option to kneel like this for him in the office every day. You had no idea why that thought disappointed you.
“I’m coming, sweetheart,” he warned you, sounding strained, “If you’re not ready to swallow, now would be the time.”
You pulled off him just in time, his come erupting over your face and you closed your eyes. His hand closed around yours, stroking himself as more and more wetness landed on your face. In just a few moments, you were covered in drool and his come and nothing had ever felt more exhilarating.
“That was the best blowjob I ever had,” Boba announced quietly, leaning forward to brush his thumb over your eyes, feeding you his come back, “You have nothing to worry about with that date of yours.”
Somehow, that was even more important to hear than when Dreks had asked you out on a date.
*
Boba had to take himself in hand more times in the last 48 hours than in the last few years, thinking of your beautiful mouth and the way you had been so eager to please him. He wasn’t proud of himself for that, but who could blame him? That had been the best blowjob in his life and on top of all that you were just beautiful inside and out. He was thinking of you constantly anyway; now his dirty daydreams just felt a bit more real.
For a Monday morning, he felt incredibly relaxed, even coming in earlier than usual to work on that report for his client. He usually came in late each morning, owing to late-night stakeouts and long nights at the diner. But ever since you had started working for him, coming in bright and early around 7 am, he found his morning routine shifting closer and closer to sunrise.
Which was why he missed seeing you at your desk when he opened up the shop at 8 am, no sign of you at all. He set down the files he had taken with him for the weekend on his desk and took it upon himself to fight with the coffee machine.
Stars knew how you managed to operate the thing.
Braced with a steaming mug of coffee and the resolution not to think about you or why you could possibly be late, he sat down at his desk and got to writing down his report. It was a classic infidelity case which would most likely result in divorce. He had had so many of them, there was nothing new or exciting about it, but they were his bread and butter, and so he made sure to only ever put his best work out.
He caught himself looking out the window every few minutes. When your figure appeared in the doorway at exactly 09:03 am, he convinced himself that his body had only been so tense because he had slept wrong. The way he relaxed into his chair and was able to breathe deeply was not because he had been worried about your well-being. Not at all.
And it also wasn’t worrying that you did not say anything at all when you entered the office, dumping your things on your desk without the usual smile.
Boba frowned, his fingers leaving the keyboard. “Good morning,” he called through the open door of his office.
You did not say anything back. It was cute, almost, seeing you agitated, and he raised his eyebrow in amusement. Maybe the date did not go well. And why did that make him so happy?
You worked in silence for a few hours, he poring over the reports and pictures he had taken on his stakeout last night, hoping to hear back from one of his contacts, while he heard you make calls and manage his appointments unless you were nose deep in a new book.
Until he could not take it anymore.
“Was it that bad?” he called through the open door, seeing you straighten up in your seat, “I thought I taught you well.”
He crossed his arms in front of his chest, grinning smugly when he saw you squirm. And then you stood up, making your way to him and any focus on his work was lost. This was going to be interesting.
“It’s not that he had any complaints,” you admitted, crossing your arms over your chest as you leant against the doorway, “On the contrary, actually …”
He sat up, leaning his elbows onto his desk, “What do you mean?”
“Well,” you paused, clearly unsure if you should continue. Thoughts of horrible things that could have happened filled his mind. Clearly, the date had not gone well and what were the chances that Dreks was not only an asshole but a predatory asshole as well?
Boba knew enough people in the PD to track him down if necessary and make him regret the way he had treated you. He had never seen you avert your eyes, and he did not like it now. Were you ashamed? Of what?
“Well,” you started again, clearly flustered, “I’m the one who has the complaints.”
Now that was a surprise.
“How so?” he heard himself asking, leaning back in his chair, “I thought Dreks was the kind of man dreams were made of.”
You chuckled drily, your hand trailing over a few files on his sideboard. The bow sitting at your waist enticed him, and he swallowed. It was not only the bow, but the whole of your dark green wrap dress made him think the dirtiest things. Namely, how easy it would be to untie it from you.
“He, uh, he didn’t return the favour,” you mumbled before eagerly assuring him, “I did everything you taught me and he … I mean, he came so quickly and then he just showed me the door.”
Fuck the PD, he’d hunt that fucker down himself.
“He what?” Boba growled, leaning forward on his knees. Only at the back of his mind did he register the way your eyes lingered on his thighs, on his crotch, but for a moment, he was too offended on your behalf to think of something smug to say.
“I’m sorry for whining,” you said shyly, making your way around his desk until you were standing before him, “It’s just frustrating and unfair and,” you exhaled sharply, “Sorry, it’s just –“
He stood up, your eyes following him, and his lips quirked up when he saw you lick your lips. The dress was soft under his fingers as he gently gripped your hip, “No need to apologise, princess. You are more than right to complain.”
His nose brushed against yours, and your eyes fluttered, the proximity too much. “I just want to know what it feels like,” you breathed against him, your lips brushing his, “Sir, please …”
Oh, you knew what you were doing. He realized that with a smirk, the cock twitching in his pants finally not a nuisance but something for you to grind on. And grind on, you did.
Your lips were soft and pliant as you moved against him, your fingers gripping his white dress shirt tight as you tried to get him closer, the slit of your wrap dress not covering your leg anymore.
“C’mere,” he rumbled, tipping his fingers under your chin. He loved the way your breath hitched and your eyes fluttered when he did that. And what he loved even more was that now you were the one to press your lips against his, all pliant and needy and oh so lovely.
“Lock the door,” he rumbled, “It’s my lunch break and I feel like getting something to eat.”
*
Your hand trembled in anticipation as you turned the lock.
“Good girl,” Boba said behind you, and you took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing pulse. You weren’t sure what you were expecting when you told him about your failed date with Dreks. It wasn’t this. But you would also be lying if you said you were disappointed by this outcome.
Deep down, maybe this was exactly what you hoped for.
“Now come here,” he instructed you gently, “Sit on my desk.”
Your eyes flew to the desk. His files were all gone and you smiled when you saw them on the sideboard behind him. All stacked up neatly. The free space allowed you to sit comfortably, your feet dangling above the floor as you looked up at him.
When Boba had left after your practice date, it had occurred to you that you had only kissed once. And that you'd very much like to kiss him again. Boba seemed to think the same with the way his hands caged you in next to your hips, his face so close to yours, you could spot the fleck of green in his brown iris.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he announced calmly, “And when I am done kissing you, I am going to open this beautiful dress of yours, pull your panties down and eat you out like you deserve. Okay?”
“Please,” you breathed against him, swallowing hard, “Sir, I – yes.”
Your inability to form coherent sentences made him chuckle, the little condescension doing something to your insides. Something good. You couldn’t understand how he seemed so calm, so in control, when you were this close to losing it. Could you go insane from desire? Was that a thing?
It certainly hadn’t been when you were out with Dreks, but here in your boss’s office, it seemed to be the thing.
Kissing Boba was giving up control in the best way. You could wrap your arms around him, move your lips against and know that he still was the one in charge. He was the one who moved you this and that way to his heart’s desire, his teeth nipping on your bottom lip, his tongue clashing with yours. It all served to stir the fire inside you.
You could not get enough of kissing him but it also wasn’t enough. You needed, wanted, more.
The older man planted hot kisses down your neck and you used the distraction to get your hands on his shirt, fighting with the buttons until you got the first few undone. Boba Fett was a large man. Not fat, per se, but big. Your mother would scrunch her nose and call him “solid” with that look in her eyes that told you she didn’t like it.
But you did.
The first glimpse of his barrel chest had your mind all scrambled as you took him in. Was that a tattoo?
He kissed you again, slower this time and you opened your mouth for him with no complaint.
“Lift your hips for me – there we go. Good girl.”
Your arms were trembling as you carried your own weight, excitement and desire making you feel weak. His rough fingers hooked into the side of your panties and could not pull them down fast enough for your taste. The cold air on your body made you shiver but you could also feel his warmth from how close he was.
You watched as he sat down on his chair, scooting forward until he was sitting right in front of you. His eyes zeroed in on you.
You shifted, feeling nervous at how much he got to see of you. This was the first time anyone had ever seen all of you (except that annual doctor’s visit, but this certainly wasn’t comparable) and you didn’t know how to proceed. Were you supposed to say something? Do something?
But then his warm hand landed on your belly, low enough that his thumb could rub gentle circles over your clit, and all your worries were forgotten.
“Oh stars,” you gasped, back arching at the electric touch.
“Lean back for me, let me enjoy my lunch, little one,” Boba rumbled, his thumb dragging through your wetness.
With a heaving chest, you did as he asked. The wood was cold beneath your hot body and you felt both relieved and terrified that you could not see what was happening. You didn’t have to meet Boba’s intense gaze; that was good, but as you stared at the ceiling, you also couldn’t anticipate what happened next.
You flinched when his hands landed on your thighs but you tried to relax in the same breath. His warm hands gently stroked over your inner thighs, slowly spreading you open until his fingers were on your folds. There was no way he could not see how wet he had made you and you took another deep breath, allowing yourself to enjoy his gentle touches.
“Good girl,” his deep voice praised you, causing your walls to flutter.
“Oh, you like when I call you that,” he murmured, his breath now brushing over your sensitive folds, “I’ll remember that.”
And then his mouth was on you.
Every time you thought about what oral sex would be like, you understood that oral sex would feel different from fingering or even penetrative sex. It made sense. Different body parts were involved, your friends all talked about how much they enjoyed it (some more than fingering, too), and it all seemed fine and dandy. Something you were prepared for.
But nothing prepared you for the sensation of your boss’s tongue travelling along your slit. Nothing prepared you for the feel of him circling your clit or the sensation that he really was eating you out, a man desperate for your wetness. And certainly nothing prepared you for what it would feel like when he sucked on your clit.
Your back arched, an electric current travelling from the top of your head right down to your toes as your body thrummed with pleasure. Everything seemed so much more sensitive now but Boba did not let up. His fingers spread you open as he found the spots that made you gasp and he kept going at them until you felt like you could hardly breathe.
Pleasure was clouding your mind, and all you could think about was the man between your thighs making you feel things you hadn’t thought possible.
“Daddy!”
Boba’s ministrations paused and your eyebrows pulled together, your hips twitching as you wondered why the hell he had suddenly stopped. And then what had left your mouth finally caught up to your brain.
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.
“What did you call me?”
Was it possible to die from embarrassment? Because you were pretty sure you were about to. The humiliation brought tears to your eyes and yet your body still dint listen to you. “Please,” you murmured, trying to close your legs, “This is so embarrassing. Let’s just – let’s forget about it.”
“There is nothing embarrassing about my assistant being a bit kinky,” he rumbled against you, his tongue licking over your slit, making you tremble “And I will certainly not forget about it.”
“Now tell me,” he stood up in all his glory, looking down at you like he was ready to conquer you, “What did you call me?”
“Daddy,” you whispered, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. The heat in his eyes made you squirm and for the first time, you realised what kind of predicament you were really in. You were lying on your boss’s desk, your dress undone, your panties hanging from your ankle. You lay completely bare for a man old enough to be your father and who you had just called daddy.
You could’ve cried from shame if it wasn’t for how hot he looked.
Boba hummed, gripping the bulge in his slacks, looking so unapologetically turned on as he loosened his belt and in a matter of second was stroking his hard cock right in front of you. Your mouth watered; you really wanted to have him in your mouth again.
You never understood the expression of someone eating you out “like a man starved”. But Boba showed it to you. He was messy as he devoured you, his tongue licking over all the spots that made you see stars and his mouth sucking on your clit as his hand held your thighs open. You could hear where he was stroking himself and the thought that he enjoyed eating you out as much as you enjoyed pleasuring him had you right on the edge.
“Daddy, please, I need to come.”
“Oh my, good girl,” he praised you, meeting your eyes from where he was between your legs, “Asking for what she wants daddy to give her.”
It took only a few more licks and sucks and you were right there, gasping out your release. Boba stood up, his body plastered against yours as he looked at you. You could feel his hand moving between your bodies, stroking his cock right against you and all you could say was “Please, daddy” over and over again.
You were losing your mind, there was no other way to explain it.
His mushroom tip was right against your slick folds, brushing over your clit as he stroked himself. The sensations prolonged your orgasm and encouraged his, you knew. He was about to come against you. Boba Fett was about to come right against your bare pussy and that somehow became the hottest thing you ever experienced.
“This is just what you needed, isn’t it?” he groaned into your ear, “An old man showing you how it’s done. How good it can feel.”
“Yes,” you gasped, “Boba, please, I – I need it, daddy.”
Your hips twitched against him, your hand gripping the edge of the desk and with a moan, you could feel his come pooling against you. Everything felt even more slippery and wet and you felt so very desired.
Your chest heaved as you laid on his desk, staring at the popcorn ceiling as if that would help you find out whether you were dreaming or not.
“Fuck that was hot,” Boba said, finally, and you couldn’t help the laughter bubbling up in your chest.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” you gasped out, letting him help you sit up. The mess between your legs squelched and you grimaced.
His gaze was soft as he looked you over, as if anything of what you just did could’ve harmed you. “You okay?”
You nodded, “Yeah, just … just a bit messy.”
Both of you looked down. Your legs were still spread around his hips, offering the direct view of his come on your pussy. That really was the hottest thing and your ears burned at the thought that maybe you should take a picture of it. Just to prove to yourself it really happened.
“I should’ve asked,” he said, his fingers brushing the inside of your thighs and although you had just come, you could feel the pleasure gathering in your core again.
“I don’t mind,” you replied instantly, cheeks burning, “I … I liked it.”
“Messy girl,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple, “I liked it too.”
“Kissing Boba was giving up control in the best way. You could wrap your arms around him, move your lips against and know that he still was the one in charge. He was the one who moved you this and that way to his heart’s desire, his teeth nipping on your bottom lip, his tongue clashing with yours. It all served to stir the fire inside you.”
It’s got me kicking my feet and twirling my hair hehehe, May, this is absolute perfection!
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