Heading out. No new Boba material is coming, I fear. And, I'm burnt out. I'm not going to deactivate this account nor my AO3, but I am not intending to post much original content, if anything, going forward.
My last planned fic update - Epilogue for Tease
So long, and thanks for all the fish. If you don't get that reference, well, whatever, girl
Boba x fem!reader, slowish burn to smut, bit of fluff at the end
TW: noncon things kinda/almost happen for a hot second before *someone* intervenes; I have denoted the paragraph containing this with &&& before and after in case you would like to skip that part
Translations (Mando’a)
Ad’ika- little one
Mesh’la- beautiful
***
Boba settled down to watch the performance. Your dance troupe moved slowly in the dim lighting, letting the sexy, dark atmosphere work in your favor. You slithered to the front of the group, nearly naked and undulating to the beat of the music. Boba tried to appear disinterested, but he didn’t take his eyes off you from under his helmet. You continued to dance slowly, making it look easy, natural. Boba’s right hand unconsciously tightened on the arm rest of his chair. He watched you with dark, piercing eyes as you moved tantalizingly on stage.
After your performance your troupe left the stage, dispersing into the crowd to dance individually on platforms throughout the pleasure level. You headed towards your normal spot, near the back section of the room, across the way from Fett’s table. You could just see him from where you performed. Sometimes you stole curious looks at him, dressed in his green armor. He was an interesting public figure, after all. You started the next part of your shift, grabbing ahold of a pole and twirling around it invitingly. Experienced, you let your mind wander as you went through a routine.
Boba tried to casually crane his neck to watch you dance. He could just see you, dragging a foot seductively across the floor of the mini stage. You crawled towards the edge of the stage, to someone else. Boba was jealous. You laughed and smiled and made your way back to center stage. He looked away, swallowing hard and trying to figure out the conversation that was happening at his table.
Fennec gave him a curious look. He sat like a statue and stared her down until she turned away. He tilted his helmet slightly until he could just barely see you again. The way your hips moved nearly hypnotized him. He licked his lips. For the rest of the night, he stole glances in your direction, greedily taking in the sight of you.
***
“We have a change to the roster this evening.”
The announcement quieted everyone, who then turned to your troupe leader with curious eyes. They continued, “Dax will take the lead role tonight; our main performer has been requested to dance at a private party.” Everyone looked at you out of the corner of their eyes. You felt your cheeks get hot.
“That’s it! Back to it,” they clapped their hands in the air, breaking the spell of silence. Everyone turned back to their reflections, getting ready for the night. Nervously, you approached Shangri, “Hey, what do I need to do for tonight?”
They turned to you, an unreadable expression on their face. “I don’t know. I didn’t get any more details. You’re just supposed to go to Fett’s private level and meet someone who will prep you.” You gulped, wide eyed. They put a hand on your shoulder briefly, “You’re a great dancer. You’ll be fine. Just don’t get too friendly with the guests; I suspect they are going to be the most hardened of criminals, and you don’t want their attention.” You nodded, chastened and feeling not at all reassured. You turned away and grabbed your bag, heading out the door. The troupe exploded into apprehensive conversation as soon as you had exited.
***
You sidled up to the door to the back entrance of Fett’s level. You knew this much, but beyond this door waited only mystery. You felt your palms get slightly clammy. Inhaling through your nose, you tried to relax your jaw as you exhaled through your mouth. You pressed the doorbell.
The door immediately slid open and you came face to face with a droid. “Ah, I see you have arrived; good. Follow me,” the electronic voice gave you nervous shivers. You walked behind the droid as it wound through many corridors. It finally stopped in front of a doorway. “Through here. Select your attire and prepare. I will send someone for you in 30 minutes.”
You rushed in, freaked out to have such a short amount of time to get ready. You walked into a room full of racks of of colorful, filmy dresses. Surprised, you looked around as if in a daze. Then you shook your head. Time to get to business.
You grabbed an outfit that was similar to your normal work wear and slipped into it. Grabbing your bag, you pulled out your wig and make up and sat down front of a mirror to finish the look off. You opted for a smokey eye and made it especially dramatic. Maybe if you looked sultry enough, it would quell your nerves. You positioned the wig on your head and brushed it out, palms still sweaty.
The door swooshed open and you whipped around nervously. A Twi’lek stood before you. She was dressed in dance wear as well. “Hi, I’m Oona. I’m supposed to show you around tonight.” You smiled weakly as you introduced yourself, intimidated by her beauty. She gave you a few more minutes to finish up, then said, “Well, we should really get going… the party is about to start and I still need to show you where we’ll be dancing and all the… expectations.” You shivered at the slightly ominous statement.
You followed Oona through some more hallways. She spoke as the two of you bustled to work. “So, we are stationed at Fett’s table. My usual partner is out sick, but luckily they sent you. We are more than just dancers, we also take their drink orders and provide…companionship while they’re here.” She side eyed you to get your reaction. You tried to keep a neutral air, “What do you mean, companionship?”
“Oh, you know, sometimes we sit and talk with them. Or really more listen to their drabble. Sometimes they get a little handsy. But if they get too aggressive we’re allowed to leave the situation.”
You gulped down your fear of getting groped by some presumptuous stranger. “Does… does that happen often?”
You and Oona turned a corner and strode out onto a massive deck. The suns were setting beautifully behind some rock outcroppings. You squinted slightly, taking it in as Oona responded to your question. “Oh.. not really…” she paused for an uncomfortable moment, “well, you’re new so they might be… sort of curious about you.” She grabbed your hand, pulling you. You turned away from the sunset, nearly vibrating with energetic trepidation. She led you to Fett’s table, where Fennec was already sitting. This was the closest you had ever gotten to her. You found yourself terrified.
“Here we are,” Oona said cheerfully, waving at Fennec. She smiled and nodded back. You looked at Oona, incredulous, “She… you talk to her?” Oona smiled again, “Only in passing, but yeah. And sometimes she steps in when the guests get… frisky.” You felt a little better at this development and smiled back.
The music started and Oona slapped your ass playfully, “That’s the start of our shift. Come and sit with me until they arrive.” She led you to the table and plopped down on it, patting the space next to her. You sat carefully. “So…” you spoke a bit more loudly to be heard over the music, “What’s Fett like?”
Oona turned to you, “No clue, he hardly ever interacts with us.” You hummed softly, even more curious about him. Suddenly Oona grabbed your wrist and pulled you off the table. “They’re here!” She leaned against the edge of the table alluringly and pulled you so that you would do the same. You tried to be sexy about it.
You looked up at Fett’s visor as he and his group approached. You felt strange; it was like he was watching you specifically. You figured it was nerves and tried to settle yourself. You inhaled and exhaled through your mouth slowly.
Once everyone was seated, Oona pulled you a few steps back from the table. A waitress appeared out of nowhere with an order of drinks, which included several bottles of fire whiskey and spotchka. “They always start with the same thing,” Oona explained. “Now, let’s dance before they call us over to the table.” Out of instinct, you started to move to the music, your mind buzzing. You saw Oona out of the corner of your eye and switched to her dance style.
For a while, nothing happened. The two of you danced for an audience that for the most part was not paying attention. There was heavy conversation at Fett’s table tonight. You wondered if you would get lucky. You zoned out, relaxed.
Oona grabbed your hand and squeezed it. You turned to her, trance broken. “Let’s go… we just got called to the table.” You followed timidly behind her. Oona took a drink order and went off to deliver it to the waiting server. You stood there stupidly, unsure what to do without her. “Come here, new girl,” a voice said. You looked towards the owner. It was a seedy looking human man. He ogled you. You bit your lip and made your way around the table to him, scared out of your mind.
“Come come, don’t be shy about it,” he urged you. You arrived in front of him, and before you could even think he had pulled you down into his lap. He placed both his hands in your lap, grabbing your thighs. You squirmed uncomfortably and made eye contact with Oona. She had returned from her drink order delivery and looked aghast at your predicament. There was nothing for her to do but go back to dancing. You watched her longingly, wishing you were with her. The man’s hands tightened on your thighs as he started to ask you stupid questions. What was your name, what were you doing here, did you like dancing? You answered each one politely, all the while panic rising in your chest.
Your captor rejoined the conversation at the table and you relaxed a little. You tried to relax your jaw, but were too stressed. The man continued to engage in conversation, but his hands began to move again. One gripped a thigh lecherously, the other nestled in between your legs. Your heart started to beat out of your chest. You looked for help from Oona, who was watching as she danced. But there was nothing she could do. The hand wiggled up your legs, trying to push its way to the v of your legs. You clenched your legs together. The hand on your thigh squeezed you painfully. You looked for help, cursing your seating position; there was no hope of Fennec interceding as her view was blocked by Fett’s broad body. A scream almost passed your lips, but you held it in. You might very well lose your job if you made a scene in this intimate of a setting, right next to Fett himself. And you needed your job.
&&&
Fingers kept burrowing into the flesh of your legs, until they barely brushed your pussy lips through your light panties. You broke out into a nervous sweat, unconsciously leaning back to try to escape. Your back met with something solid that prevented you from moving away. Your mind blanked in dread. The fingers were slowly moving your panties to the side. You gulped, about to cry. “There there, I’ll make you feel good,” he whispered to you. His fingers lightly ran along your bare pussy lips, poised to push into your entrance. You leaned back into the object again, desperately trying to get it to make way.
&&&
A powerful arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you backwards. The fingers, which had become your entire focus, disappeared. You heard yourself making a surprised, high pitched noise. You saw faces at the table looking on with interest before deferentially averting their gaze. The conversation dipped for a moment before returning to normal. You realized you were seated in yet another lap.
You looked to Oona, who had a shocked expression. You gulped and slowly turned your head to face your new captor. You saw your reflection in the T of his visor, and realized. Your body went cold and you got goosebumps. You made a small terrified whimper and shivered involuntarily. “Are you so afraid of me you would rather go back to his lap?” Fett asked softly, tilting his green helmet down to look directly at you. You watched your terrified expression in his visor.
”No… no, I- I don’t,” you stammered. “This is much better,” you blurted out. “I… it’s..” Fett shushed you quietly, “Don’t panic so much, ad’ika.” His squeezed you slightly, his hands placed neutrally on your hipbone. You stared back at him somberly. Composing yourself, you asked quietly, “What do you want my lord?” A laugh rumbled out from behind his helmet, “Don’t call me that. Call me Boba.” You saw your eyes widen as you repeated, “…Boba?”
“Yes,” his thumb lightly brushed your hip.
“Boba… what do you want?” You looked up at him with big eyes. “Just some company, perhaps.” You weren’t sure if he was asking or telling. You decided it didn’t matter. You weren’t going anywhere. You leaned into his cuirass slightly. The cold metal bit into your skin. “I’m honored to be your companion tonight, especially since you rescued me,” You shivered as you spoke. He shifted his weight slightly and raised a hand to your face. He delicately pushed your wig out of your face and and curled a tendril of it around his finger. “The honor is mine,” he spoke just loudly enough for the two of you to hear. “You are very beautiful,” he added after a moment.
Your mouth opened slightly and your cheeks burned. You looked down at his chest, then back up into your reflection. “Would you like me to dance in your lap, Boba?” There was a pause and you thought you had overstepped. But he finally said, sounding strained, “If you want to… I will enjoy your company either way.” You reverted to what you knew — dancing it was. You turned in his grasp, which easily fell away to allow you to move. Straddling him, you sat up and pulled off part of your outfit, revealing more skin. He didn’t move. Slowly, you started to move to the beat of the music, moving subtly closer to him as you did. You didn’t often give lap dances, but you knew the basics.
Your body moved closer; Boba sat still as stone as you moved over him. Finally, your chest was centimeters from his helmet. He tipped it back slightly to look up at you, in awe. The hair from your wig cascaded around your shoulders, creating a curtain. His hands came back up around you, but were loose and held you lightly. Emboldened, you put your hands on either strong shoulder and leaned back slightly, looking over at Oona. She was barely dancing, watching you with her mouth open. It made you smile mischievously for some silly reason, and this was the expression you had on your face when you turned back to Fett.
A soft gloved hand gently grabbed the back of your right leg, but made no effort to pull you closer. “What’s so amusing, mesh’la?”
“Oh! Nothing… Just Oona’s face.”
He peered around you at her, “She does seem… put out.” You stifled a giggle, putting a hand to your mouth momentarily. The gloved hand slid down your leg to the back of your knee, where it rested. His other hand came up to your lips, which he brushed gently with a thumb before dropping it back to his lap. You bit your bottom lip and looked down at him. You had stopped moving. You started up again, this time brushing your body against his armor. You wanted to please him, and figured a fast route to that was to titillate him. He was a man, after all.
You pressed yourself against the metal of his armor and moved upwards until your tits were smooshed into his helmet. Then you slid all the way down into his lap. He grunted, and you realized you could feel his erection. You sat for a moment, then put your hands on his chest again. You looked up into his helmet and started to grind lewdly on him, your motions subtle and slow so no one would notice. You felt him sigh under your hands, and his own hands gripped your ass cheeks firmly.
“Do you want me to keep going?” You rocked your hips against him. He groaned softly, “Can’t you tell what I want?” His fingers dug into your ass more urgently. Emboldened, you ground down hard onto his cock. His hips jerked slightly upwards in response.
Suddenly the lighting got even dimmer, and the music changed. Intrigued, you turned halfway around in Boba’s lap. Performers were in the center of the room. There was fire and swords involved. You turned around again. Boba was looking at you while the rest of the table was focused on the show.
“Let me take you somewhere.” Again you had no idea if he was asking or telling. He stood easily, helping you to your feet as he did. Without another word, he led you to the back of the deck and through a locked doorway. Once on the other side, you found yourself in a narrow hallway. Boba turned to you, “Come.” He took your hand and led you through several hallways. You walked through one more doorway and found yourself on a very small deck. A fire pit was lit in the center. There was barely enough room for the lounge furniture to fit around it.
Boba sat on a lounge chair, pulling you into his lap gently. You sat primly, nervous again in this new setting. “What do you want, ad’ika?”
“Huh?” You looked up into his visor, searching. He lifted his hands to his helmet and removed it, setting it next to him. He turned to you, eyes dark and burning. “What do you want?” His voice rumbled from his chest as his arms snaked loosely around you. “I.. ah..”
“Surely there is something you want that I can give you… in return for…your time.”
Was he asking or telling? You fidgeted. He brushed your wig out of your face again, “We can go back to the party.” You shook your head, realizing you were in a unique situation and trying to fathom how to utilize it. “What… what did you have in mind?” He laughed, “You tell me; I do not pretend to understand the mind of a woman.” You looked at him curiously. “You ever… wonder if someone would just like to spend time with you?”
He sighed, “That is not a luxury I have anymore.”
You leaned in and kissed his lips lightly, questioningly. When you pulled away, he opened his eyes, “What was that for?”
“Just to see what it was like,” you whispered, still in his space. There was a strained pause as the two of you breathed and considered your options. Finally, you leaned in again, kissing him more deeply. His arms tightened around you as he returned the kiss. You shifted your weight so that you were straddling him again. Remembering how he felt before, you ground down into his lap. You were rewarded with the sensation of his hard cock against your center. He grunted, “What do you want?”
“Just you.”
He pulled away from the kiss, eyeing you darkly. “Don’t try to be clever,” he warned, voice low. You gulped, but persisted, “I only want you. Is that so strange?”
“Yes.”
“Well… then I’m strange,” you concluded. He considered you. You looked from his eyes to his lips, and licked yours. This seemed to make up his mind. He leaned in, pulling you tightly into his body. The kiss resumed and you felt the heat grow between your legs. You rocked up against him, and your hands went to his armor to remove it. He allowed you, and before long you were pulling his clothing from his body.
“I wanna feel you; kiss me,” you murmured against his skin. With lightening reflexes he had flipped you so that you were on your back. He looked down at you hungrily before sweeping you into a searing kiss. You wrapped your legs around him, feeling his cock drag against your inner thigh. He groaned loudly, “I wanna fuck you.” You urged him gently with your legs, “Come slide in then.” His hips jerked again as he found your entrance with the tip of his cock. Moaning, he pushed into your wet heat, stretching you. The sensation of his cock entering you was almost overwhelming you had been waiting with such anticipation. “Oh Maker, oh fuck, oh fuck,” you called out. He slid slowly into you, drawing it out for both of you.
“Please, please,” you mewled to him softly. He covered your mouth with his as he pulled out and slid back in, with slightly more intensity. You moaned against his lips as he teased you with his strokes. “You want it faster? Ask for it.”
Shameless, you murmured softly to him, “Please, please choke me while you fuck me hard.” Surprise shone on his face for a moment, but he seemed pleased as he started to rail into you. His hand found its way to your throat, and squeezed experimentally.
“Harder, Boba, harder,” you scratched at his back, spreading yourself wide for him. “Hng, you’re so good.” He pounded into you, all the while squeezing your throat more and more tightly. You saw spots as your orgasm suddenly ripped through you, catching you off guard. Your pussy spasmed around him; Boba moaned through his teeth as he continued to fuck you. You squirmed and moaned under him, your pussy still clamping down on his cock desperately. He pulled out and paused, panting. The hand on your throat loosened and you could speak again.
“More?”
A raspy laugh sounded. “More, yes. But your pussy makes me want to cum.” He reasserted his grip on your throat, but gently. A thumb brushed over the center of your throat. He seemed to want to say something, but instead positioned himself at your entrance and looked up at you. You returned his gaze lustily, “Come on, crime lord, have your way with me.” He snorted softly, but reentered you in one swift movement. You both moaned at the friction. He set a hard, slow pace, taking his time with you. You felt yourself being edged to a second orgasm.
“Boba,” you lingered on his name for a moment, liking the way it sounded, “you’re gonna fuck me to another orgasm.” He continued his fucking, but moved his hand from where it rested lightly at your throat. It slid slowly down your body until it reached your clit. He sent you over the edge with a few rough swipes of his thumb over it. “Ohfuck,” you managed to get out before making animalistic noises as your pussy convulsed. Boba pulled out, grunting and shaking from the effort to not cum.
You laid there in your afterglow for a moment before you felt your body being flipped over. You found yourself on your knees and elbows. Boba pulled you back into himself by your hips. A tongue licked into your entrance without warning. You jolted forward in surprise, but rocked back into his face immediately. A teasing finger appeared, playing with your clit lightly as Boba buried his face in your cunt.
“Mmm, fuck, your pussy tastes so good,” he pulled away momentarily to speak and bite your ass cheek playfully. You grew even wetter at his words, and spread wider. Suddenly he was licking up your pussy to your ass. He circled your other entrance with his tongue as two large fingers pushed into your pussy.
“Is this okay?” He asked huskily.
“Oh please yes, fuck,” you pleaded, breathless.
He licked and finger fucked you slowly, reveling in your coos and sighs. You closed your eyes, leaning into his ministrations. He added another finger, causing your hips to buck. “Baby you feel so good,” you breathed, pussy hot and needy. Moaning, he continued his actions until the heat in your aching cunt spilled over like a tidal wave into the rest of your body. You felt like jelly after cumming a third time. Boba laid down behind you and pulled you against his chest. Shaking slightly, you snuggled into him as his arm wrapped around you.
“Regret not asking for something?” Boba’s voice was very quiet.
You giggled softly, “No.”
He kissed the back of your neck. “You still can.”
You considered. “Can I see you like this again?”
He seemed surprised. He shifted slightly to press his chest against your back more firmly. “Yeah, I… guess. I didn’t expect you to say something like that.” His fingers trailed down your side slowly. It tickled slightly. Smiling softly, you asked, “How will I get to see you?”
“You could come sit with me after you’re done dancing.”
Grinning, you nodded, thinking of nothing but the future pleasure of his company. He brought you back to the present, “We should go back to the event.”
You shrugged, “Or we could stay here…”
“And…?”
“And just stay like this for awhile.”
He hugged you tightly to himself, “We’ll be missed…”
“Everyone will talk,” you smiled to yourself, thinking again of Oona’s shocked face. His breath was steady and gentle against the back of your neck. “Hmmmm…” he murmured, sounding sleepy. You settled into his embrace, wondering if this was what courting Boba Fett was like. You decided to think about it later and enjoy the moment. Snuggling into him, you relaxed fully. A gentle snore sounded behind you as your knight slipped into sleep. You decided to do the same.
Boba ran a gentle hand over your head as you slept. Somehow it settled his mind. He should be sleeping too, but he was up, fantasizing. That this could last. He felt supremely stupid for getting so involved with someone. How long until you left him, through one way or the other?
You moaned in your sleep and started mumbling, “I told him.”
Amused, Boba decided to respond, “Told him what?”
“I did.”
Boba grinned at your insistent tone as he continued the conversation, “Did what?”
“He made a deal.”
“Oh? For what?”
You grumbled and furrowed your brow. Finally you continued, “People don’t know.”
He was about to ask what they didn’t know, but you brusquely carried on, “That Boba’s… is the only one who is a good person.” He stifled a laugh as you continued mumbling, “That’s why I love himmmmm…” You trailed off into unintelligible gibberish as he gasped softly. You mumbled as Boba’s mind raced. What did it mean? Suddenly you sat straight up in bed, “I told them about it already!”
Boba sat up and grabbed you softly, trying to wake you slowly. You grumbled awake, “I said that… I said… what? Was I talking in my sleep?” Boba smiled in the dark. “A bit,” he tried to get you to lie back down, but you resisted. “I feel mad, what was I saying?”
“Uhhh, I couldn’t really… understand.”
You laid back down, “Too bad.” Boba laid down behind you, making you little spoon. He nestled into you, feeling possessive. His arm squeezed around you. Your words had ignited his deepest desires, and he desperately wanted them to be reality. You grabbed his hand with yours. “Y’wanna… y’know….” You pressed your ass into his cock. He smiled, but was too emotional. “Mm, yes but not right now,” he nuzzled your neck.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he tried to lie. You called him out, “Don’t fib. What’s bothering you?”
“Uhm, let’s talk about it in the morning,” he shushed. You resisted, “Tell me.”
He kissed your shoulder to buy time. Then he murmured quietly, “I did understand something you said, earlier…”
“What?” You turned your head a bit, interested.
“Mm, you said something like I was a good person…” he trailed off.
You giggled, “That’s not so bad, what else did I say?”
He started to sweat, “Uhm, that you… love me.”
You were silent.
“What a weird thing to say, huh,” Boba tried to defuse the moment.
“It’s… true.” Your voice trembled.
“What?”
“It’s true,” you whispered.
Boba’s skin tingled. “Huh?” He blurted out. You were quiet. Finally he composed himself somewhat. “Uhm, you do?” You shrugged, refusing to speak.
“I… I uh... me too. I mean. I love you.”
You rolled over in Boba’s arms. Facing him, you breathed, “You do?”
“I want you,” he confessed, feeling bolder.
You wrapped your arms around him, pressing yourself close. “What are we, then?” Your breath hit his collarbones lightly. Longingly, Boba murmured, “Riduur?”
“What’s that mean?”
“Mm…” he dared not translate. Instead he slid his hands down your body to hold you by your waist, and asked, “What do you want from me?” He pressed his forehead against yours. “Everything that you’ll give me,” your voice was quiet, serious. Boba held back, not wanting to tempt fate. You sniffled softly. It made him weak, “I… I want to give you everything of me.”
Your lips found his. He reveled in the moment, holding you close. When the kiss ended, you snuggled into him, the top of your head coming to rest under his chin. Boba tightened his embrace slightly. You let out a long, contented sigh. He felt you slipping into sleep again, and smiled softly. As you began to snore quietly, his worries returned, although slightly altered. Chewing his lip lightly, he fretted. You began to mumble again, “Uhhhng, he said so. I wanted to telllll himmmm…”
He smiled despited his current concerns. You continued insistently, “I know what riduur is…” Boba’s heart skipped a beat. You settled down. Feeling comforted and sleepy, he let himself mellow out. His troubles would still be there in the morning. Until then he would rest with his riduur.
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