WHERE IS MY HUSBAND!
Summary: Sometimes all it takes is a big romantic gesture. (Part 5 of Man I Need)
Pairing: Ice Hockey Coach!Alpha!Boba Fett x fem!Omega!Reader
Wordcount: 5.9k | Rating: E (18+ only!)
Warnings: bad/complicated parent/child relationship, reader with anxiety, descriptions of a panic attack, angst, older man/younger woman, workplace relationship, pet names, mating bites
Here we are!! I hope you enjoyed this AU as much as I did. For now, I will have a little rest during June to both get some creative and physical rest. In July, I hope to be back with something new. Until then, please let me know what you think in a comment or a reblog â they are the best fuel for writing.
masterlist | crossposted on AO3
The next few weeks passed in a blur of tears, tissues and an unhealthy amount of chocolate ice cream to the point where you got concerned looks from the cashiers at your local grocery store. But you could not bring yourself to care. Stars, it was a miracle already that you could bring yourself to change your clothes every few days.
Maudii had the patience of a saint but after the third week of you sulking at the kitchen table, your eyes filling with fresh tears as she made herself her morning coffee, she decided safe distance was the best bet when it came to your current state.
You couldnât really blame her.
And so, you spent your days ignoring your phone, staring out the window, counting the snowflakes that landed on the windowsill and all the people that walked on the sidewalk across the street. Snow had finally started and under different circumstances, you would have found it incredibly romantic. You would have put on a lovely winter playlist and re-organized your closet and bought yourself flowers and asked Boba for walks in the park.
Instead all you got were messages from your parents (your mother), grocery deliveries (your father) and â when you still didnât answer them â flowers. And although they were absolutely stunning, you made it a point to throw them away on principle. Maudii made the joke that âconsidering that they know where you live, they make very little effort of actually showing upâ and you couldnât agree more.
It was like the frustration you had suppressed for so long came back tenfold, turned into a rage that almost scared you. You wanted to scream and stab your pillow and throw mugs against the wall and then make a nest and cry yourself to sleep just to repeat it all over again the next day. You wanted to call your parents and tell them to never call you again, you wanted to call Boba and beg for forgiveness and volunteer to work somewhere completely else so maybe your father wouldnât fire him when he found out.
But who even said Boba would take you back?
You were currently googling job opportunities up in Hoth, when a knock on your door sounded.
âNot in the mood, Maudii,â you grumbled, unmoving from where you were snuggled up in bed.
âIt is not Maudii,â a strange voice said and your head snapped up, your phone falling to your chest.
There, standing in the doorway, was your mother. Dressed in her cream-coloured two-piece she looked so out of place in the room with peeling paint and printed photos taped to the walls. Of all the people, you had never expected her to show up.
She did not wait for you to greet her. âItâs your birthday, honey, so I think we should go out.â
âI donât feel like going out.â
âNow donât make such a fuss,â she sat on the very edge of your bed, âI got reservations for the best spot in town, just the two of us. That has to take your mind off whatever alpha youâre love sick over, hm?â
âI â what?â
Images flashed in your mind of Boba in the park, him smiling at you, winking when you handed him notes, the feeling of him kissing you. How could she have known? Did she know? Fuck, did you look caught? Was your face betraying you?
âOf course, I was worried when you suddenly disappeared from Coruscant to ⊠here,â she wrinkled her nose like she still didnât understand, âBut when I came here and saw you cosy up with that coach, I realized that my baby moved for love. And isnât that so romantic? I am sad to see that it did not work out.â
âYou ⊠what?â
âI am sad to see it didnât work out,â and she did look genuinely hurt on your behalf. That didnât lighten the bombshell she had just dropped on you.
âYou knew ⊠you knew about Boba?â
âWell, I had my suspicions,â she shrugged, âBut before I could ask you about it, it seemed things already simmered out. At least according to how grumpy that man is. What happened?â
Shock gave way to confusion gave way to disbelief gave way to anger.
How could she say these words and not realize what had happened? How could she not look at you, look at your father and look at herself and realize that the only thing that had happened was â
âYou,â you stood up, wiggling your toes, âYou happened, mom. I â I canât believe you sit here and tell me about it as if you and dad didnât destroy my life!â
âNow, I donât know what ââ
âYou had your suspicions that I was with Boba and you let dad say that to me,â you screamed, âYou let â you let him say that he would fire Boba and â and ââ
You paced around the room, too many thoughts wanting to spill out all at once. It was an avalanche and you were ripped with it.
âIf you really love me, you have to let me go. I â Do you realize how unhappy I have been these last few years?â your voice rose and she flinched but you could not bring yourself in the moment, âI have done everything I could to make you proud but I am â itâs like I canât breathe when you are around me. Living here, working for the team, it finally felt like I was building something for myself and you still couldnât let me have it. If you ever want me to truly find myself, you need to leave me be.â
Tears pricked the corner of your eyes and you took a deep breath. Each word was a weight off your chest and you were ready to feel tons lighters. âTalk to dad,â you implored her, âGet him to sell the team or at least to stop meddling in my career. Stop sending me expensive champagne and flowers and that bread that I told you I donât like. Let me live my life, let me get a job on my own. Let me â let me be with people who I want to be with. Coach â Boba,â your heart broke at saying his name out loud, âHe did pursue me and he was right to. I â I love him, at least I think I do, and I canât keep myself from being happy just out of fear of disappointing you.â
Your mother was quiet. Uncharacteristically quiet. For a woman who was so eloquent, she watched you silently for a long time. She didnât look angry, at least, but you also werenât sure if you cared if she was. All you felt now was pure exhaustion and relief. You had said your piece and if she still could not see what you meant, then ⊠then you needed to think about how to get out of Mandalore for good.
âVanilla.â
âWhat?â
âI thought you had a new room spray or something to cover that mildew smell,â she gestured to a corner on the ceiling where there had been water damage a few months ago, âBut itâs you. You are getting your scent.â
Your heart stopped for just a moment as your world turned upside down before it started beating twice the speed. Your scent (or lack thereof) was never something you tried to linger on but now that you focussed on it, there was the faint scent of vanilla in the air. Could that really be you? After years of not having one, you had kind of made peace with the fact that you would not be like other omegas in that regard.
But if even your mother noticed and you detected the same scent, there had to be something to it, right?
âI never wanted you to be unhappy,â your mother said softly, her hand stroking over your cheek in what reminded you when you had been five years old and scared of the monsters under your bed, âI foolishly thought that you were just like us. That life in Coruscant was meant for you and you just needed time to realize it. But maybe ⊠maybe your happiness doesnât depend on a place but a person.â
âMy happiness is dependent on letting me be free,â you mumbled, cheeks blazing as you finally admitted, âI ⊠I didnât want to disappoint you.â
âYou could never disappoint me, my darling,â she pulled you in a for a hug, her voice cracking, âI am sorry that I did not see it sooner. That I was too blind to recognize you for the wonderful young woman you have become and trying to force you into something you didnât want. But if you are willing, I â I would love to try again. To show you that we do love you and we want to be in your life, even if we have to learn how we can best do that.â
âI â I would like that, too,â you murmured, returning the hug, clinging to her shoulders.
âOkay, so how about this?â your mother gently let you go, âI will have a talk with your father about all this. And when âŠâ â she winced â âIf you are ready to maybe have a chat, you send me a message, okay?â
Damn it, why were there tears in your eyes again?
âOkay,â you nodded, wiping your nose on your forearm, âThat sounds good. Thank you, mom.â
âNo thank you, for giving us another chance,â she smiled, already halfway through the door before she frowned, âNow that I think about it, we didnât send you any flowers.â
Managing a trembling smile, you watched her leave the apartment, taking a deep breath once the door fell close behind her.
That had been ⊠different from what you had expected. Better, sure, but also somehow worse because the first and only thought that crossed your mind was how you should have had this conversation much sooner. Much, much sooner.
Like ⊠years ago, maybe.
Because it definitely felt like yearsâ worth of tension were finally lifted from your chest, allowing you to breathe a little easier. You let yourself fall down to your bed, right into the pillows and blankets that you should probably wash at some point. Later. Now was the time to relish in the newfound freedom for just a moment. It calmed you down to know that it was up to you to initiate contact with your parents now. That there would be no more messages, no more groceries, no more flowers âŠ
You sat up so fast, you were still feeling dizzy by the time you hurried through the kitchen, skidding across the tiles as you ripped open the lid to the trash can. The flowers your parents had sent today â they hadnât sent them. Someone else had. And you needed to know who.
You didnât care that you were discarding that old cereal box or the empty milk carton as you lifted them up, the beautiful petals looking worse for wear from when you had dropped the bouquet without another look at them. Now, though, you were looking through each bloom, frantically reaching for the cream coloured card that was nestled on top.
Happy birthday, princess. May you find the courage to achieve your dreams.
When Maudii came back from the grocery store, she didnât ask why you were sitting next to the trash can, bawling your eyes out and clutching a card that barely smelled like coffee.
*
All he wanted to do was call you and ask you whether you liked the flowers.
*
You could only call in sick for so long before it became unbelievable and although you still very much felt like you were on the brink of a breakdown, you decided that it was time to go out and face the world.
You had faced your mother, so really, you had already put the worst behind you.
Still, the moment the cold sunny air touched your skin, the desire to crawl back into bed and hide from seeing anyone â and especially a certain someone â became more and more tempting with each step.
How could that be? It had been barely a few weeks that you had entertained the possibility of more with Boba Fett and your life and your career. Could that have been enough to irrevocably damage the good enough feeling you previously had strived for?
âYouâre here, good,â Manuel, your supervisor, greeted you, âYou okay, kid?â
The look of fatherly concern on his face almost made you cry but you managed a trembling smile and a nod and that was already a win for today.
âTara managed your inbox for you, if you have any questions,â he explained, standing at the entrance of your cubicle while you unpacked your bag, âBut better save them for later, weâve got the big game meeting today.â
âThe, uh, the game meeting?â you squeaked, âI didnât think I would go today âŠâ
âOf course, you will, your new question roster for the pre-game interviews will be introduced,â he announced with a grin, âThat was your work and you should get the credit for it.â
The Big Meeting happened every few home games, or so, and was a giant cross-department meeting on the morning of a game. Not only did all eight coaches attend but so did the press department, the marketing division, the in-house gastronomical services and some people from higher up. Which meant that not only were you guaranteed to see Boba today, chances were high you would cross your father as well.
A bit much for the first day back maybe.
Sure, you may have hoped that â today being a game day â you would have the office to yourself because everybody was busy preparing for the chaos that would follow at night. But the universe had different plans for you. Maybe this was like taking off a band-aid â a day of anxiety would clear the rest of time from any uncertainty.
Also, it would be impossible to explain to Manuel that you couldnât attend the meeting to be there for the introduction of your very own pre-game questions because you were scared of facing the alpha you were pining after and whom you had rejected because your parents had fucked with your head.
At least the universe seemed to take pity on you somewhat because as you entered the already packed room with your colleagues and your printed handouts, it seemed that your father would not join todayâs meetings. You found a place to the side of the large conference table, close enough to have good view of the coaches, far away enough not to have to look at Boba the entire time.
Just as his name crossed your mind, he walked through the door. Your breath caught in your throat and you straightened up a little. But when his eyes landed on you there was ⊠nothing. No cocky smirk, no wink, nothing to indicate that he was happy to see you. Exactly what you wanted. Exactly what you had asked of him when you told him you werenât interested in him.
Why, then, did it feel like your heart was breaking into two?
âMorning everyone,â Boba rumbled and took a seat, âHow are we doing?â
A jumble of goods and mornings echoed through the room and you sank further into your seat. Maudii sat across from you, shooting you an encouraging (if still concerned) look. You returned it with a smile of your own, feeling a bit more secure. You could do this. You were a grown woman. The fact that you could smell coffee even a few seats away from him did nothing to your insides at all.
âNah, we gotta put Vizsla on the ice today,â Boba shook his head, replying to a comment you seemed to have missed, âThat omega of his is visiting and we all know he plays better when sheâs here.â
Everyone chuckled in agreement.
âToday is also the first run of our new pre-game questions,â Manuel cleared his throat, âDeveloped by one of our own to listen to more of the feedback weâre getting from fans.â
âOne of our own ...?â another division leader asked.
âAh yes,â your supervisorâs hand landed on your shoulder and you flinched, holding the papers a little tighter as he said your name, âSheâs treated us to some good work and I am sure we will see more of her in the coming seasons.â
His praise was balm to your soul, especially after your long absence. You were proud of your work and you were sure that the new introductory questions might bring the fans more joy. You just wished you could convey this pride properly instead of focussing on the man at the head of the table.
âCan I have a copy of these new questions?â Boba asked, his gaze now solely fixed on you. His eyes were still the warm brown colour you couldnât seem to forget and for the fraction of a second, you could convince yourself that they also held warmth for you.
âUh yes,â you murmured, ducking between some colleagues to hand him one of the papers, âhere.â His fingers brushed yours, grazing over your scent gland and now you could smell that hint of vanilla. Your skin burned and you snatched your head back, hoping he had not noticed. He didnât turn to look at you. Why wouldnât he look at you?
âThank you.â
âOf course,â you mumbled, feeling the familiar burn behind your eyes. What was wrong with you? Your chest was aching in discomfort and you took a deep breath. Your nose filled with his scent and while it made your chest ache, it kept the tears at bay. You just needed to get through this meeting.
Boba didnât say anything more, didnât look at you anymore and you found yourself wishing that he would. It would still hurt but at least you could pretend at night that he had looked at you with love instead of cold indifference.
Once the meeting was over, you hurried to the bathroom. Locked in a stall, you sat on the lid and cried, sobbing into the crook of your arm. All you could do was ask yourself how you would survive the rest of your life like this?
*
He looked for you after the meeting but you must have snuck out with the mass of people from press.
His assistant coach noticed and nudged him with his elbow. âIf you want me looking for that sweet omega, just say the word.â
âFuck off, Brady.â
*
âOkay enough is enough.â
âHuh?â
You looked up from the romance movie re-run on the TV to where your friend had just posted herself right in your field of vision. The last time Maudii had looked this determined was when she tried to get the retro design fridge from the sidewalk up into your apartment.
âYou need to get out,â she put her hands on her hips, âYou are so focussed on being sad about losing him, you havenât had a chance to be mad at your parents for betraying you like this.â
You opened your mouth to protest but she raised a single finger, stopping you in your tracks. âNo, I wonât hear it. I know your relationship with them is getting better, slowly, but that doesnât mean that there arenât lasting effects of what they have done with you. Youâre so terrified of failure and rejection that you didnât put yourself into positions where you can fail or be rejected. Youâve spent your entire life hearing from your parents that your dreams arenât achievable and they wonât ever happen and I understand that you donât want to put yourself in situations where youâre under their constant scrutiny. But are you aware that whenever Coach Fett is in a room, you just leave?â
Your eyes widened. You had never seen Maudii this angry before and you didnât know whether you should be terrified or flattered that she was this angry with you.
âYouâre terrified of him not loving you the way you do â and I know that you love him because thatâs why you put yourself in this miserable position in the first place. But donât you see that now heâs accepted that he doesnât have a chance because heâs not like your parents where he would put himself over your wishes?â
Your first instinct was to deny everything. To send her out of your room, screaming that she just didnât understand. You were trying to help Boba, you were trying to stick to your plan of doing as little damage to his life here as possible.
You were trying to ⊠protect yourself.
The truth in her words made you hesitate and you found yourself mulling them over.
âI,â you started, your throat closing with emotion, âI really thought I was doing the right thing.â
Your best friend fell to the couch next to you. âOh honey, I know.â
âI really fucked up,â you sniffled, wiping your nose on the sleeve of your sweater, âAnd I â I donât know if I will make it worse by trying to ⊠to talk to him and apologize or if I should just let him be and âŠâ you swallowed back a sob, âI just donât know what Iâm supposed to do now.â
âYou most certainly should not let him be,â Maudii insisted, squeezing your hands in hers, âWe are talking about the man who sent you flowers even when he thought you would never talk to him again.â
âThose were really nice flowers,â you nodded over a wave of fresh tears, âAnd I threw them all away!â
âOkay okay okay, deep breaths, honey. In and out. In âŠ. And out, there we go,â you evened out your breathing, watching as your friendâs shoulders did the exaggerated movements to help you calm down, âNow, I want you to ask yourself: What would make you happy?â
Your answer came without hesitation, âBeing with Boba. Making him ⊠making him happy and smile and â and going out with him and getting that permanent position with the Minotaurs and then I could stay here and be with him.â
Maudii smiled at you in triumph. âSee?â she asked you, âNow why would you leave him be when he is who you want? You deserve happiness and so does he. You two just need to get your act together.â
A rare spark of optimism settled in your chest. If you thought about how happy he had made you and how happy you seemed to have made him, maybe it wasnât too much of a stretch to think that he would take you back. There was only one thing to consider now:
âWhat do I do now?â
âThere is only one thing you can do.â Maudii pointed to the TV, âMajor fucking gesture.â
*
âYou sure you want to do this, kid?â Manuel asked you, still holding the clip board with todayâs required players for the press, âTom already volunteered.â
âNo, itâs fine,â you smiled tightly at your boss, âI can do it. One last time this season, right?â
He laughed, handing the notes over to you and slapping your shoulder, âRight, letâs hope for the best, huh? I cannot believe we might actually win the Cup this season.â
The walk down had your heart racing and your hands trembling. You were excited and nervous and terrified and yet you knew this was exactly where you were supposed to go. Right down the stairs, through the locker rooms to the teasing calls of the players complimenting your shirt and straight to your alphaâs â into Bobaâs office.
You didnât knock because you knew if you just paused for one second, the fear would get to you. But now you were standing there, watching him read through some papers, too absorbed in them to notice that it was you standing in front of his desk and not one of your colleagues.
âJust leave the call sheet there,â he gestured to the corner of the desk without looking up, âCanât promise anything today though, I need them in top shape.â
âOkay,â you said and his head whipped up so fast, you were feeling dizzy for him.
Boba looked ⊠old. And not in the handsome way he teased you about when he asked you if you wanted to take his knot (a thought that made your thighs squeeze) but in the way that showed how tired he was. There were dark rings under his eyes, the shadow of his stubble looked more prominent and if you were anyone but you, you would be terrified of this alpha in front of you.
But all you felt was worry. Had you done this to him? How could you ever make it up to him?
âItâs you,â he said, his voice hoarse, âYou are ⊠here to give me the notes.â
âYes,â you nodded, âI â There is a lot I want to say but this is the big game but I was hoping if, um, maybe we could talk after?â
He stood up, rounding the desk until he stood in front of you. âYou want to talk?â
Maybe this was a bad idea after all. It was hours before the most important game of his career as a coach and you just walked in, announcing that you wanted to talk to him after effectively breaking him with him under the pretence that he was too old and just not the alpha for you. What kind of person, what kind of potential omega, did it make you now to stand in front of him and ask him for his time?
âYouâre thinking too much again,â he murmured, his hand reaching out until it landed on your waist. It was the first time he had touched you in forever and warmth spread from there straight to your heart, âI â I will never lie to you, omega. I have spent the last few weeks debating how I could get you back and seeing you here makes me want to skip this game entirely so I can prove to you that I am the man for you. So, letâs talk about something else for now, okay?â
You already are the man for me.
Your heart filled with hope and you bit your lip, trying to keep yourself from smiling too widely. But the warm look in his eyes, his lingering touch on your waist, felt like coming home.
âDo you want to see my merch for today?â you asked him, playing with the hem of your shirt, âI â I got it specifically for today.â
âI was wondering when Iâd see you in the team colours,â he joked, leaning back against the desk and making a twirling motion with his finger, âSpin around for me, little one, let me see.â
That was exactly what you had hoped and planned for. Turning around slowly, you revealed the little late-night amendment you had made to your wardrobe with the help of Maudiiâs sewing machine. Because instead of the name of any of Minotaur player, the back of your shirt read Fett.
Boba was silent for a long time but you forced yourself to stay still, with your back turned to him. âDo, um, is it too much?â
His hand returned to your hip and moments later, the heat of his body pressed against your back. Melting into him was as easy as breathing and when both his hands landed on your hips, pulling you back against him, you were done for. All these weeks yearning for your alpha to touch you and now you had him right up behind you, his mouth so close to your neck, it made you feel all fuzzy.
You could feel him nosing at the back of your ear, his breath washing over your scent gland, sending shivers down your spine. âDo you know what it means to wear someone names on their back?â
âYeah,â you smiled at him, for the first time smelling your own hint of vanilla mixed with his coffee scent, âI do.â
âFucking hell, youâre gonna kill me,â he growled, his forehead resting on your shoulder, âOmega ⊠The things I want to do to you.â
âI â I really want to stay, alpha, I do. But you have to win a game, Boba,â you reminded him, relishing in the feeling of him so close and already hating the fact that you had to be away from him.
âBelieve me,â his hand squeezed your hip, his mouth brushing over your neck, âI will win this for you and then we will talk and then I will put my mating bite right here.â
Stars, the things this man did to you with just his words.
âDonât â donât you want to hear my apology first?â you asked, breathless as you tilted your head to the side, âI â I prepared a whole thing.â
His mouth opened against your throat in a kiss, his teeth scarping over your skin. âI will gladly hear anything you will ever want to say to me, âmega,â he growled, planting another kiss to the spot under your jaw, âBut I hope you know I forgave you the moment you stepped through this door with my name on your back. Now go,â he palmed your ass and you giggled, âI have a game to win and an omega to claim.â
*
The Mandalorian Minotaurs were the champions for the first time in 13 years.
To say the city was ecstatic would be an understatement. To say you were ecstatic would be an understatement.
There were celebrations on the ice, there were celebrations on the stands, there were celebrations on every floor of the arena. Including the locker room where Boba had just finished giving his post-game interview.
The floor was sticky with spilled champagne und you got jostled by more than one rowdy hockey player on your way through the crowd. You didnât mind though. Especially not when it brought you closer to Boba who was currently hugging Din Djarinâs husband, the biggest smile on his face that was only rivalled by the one on yours.
âBoba!â your voice barely carried through the noise, but he still turned his face to you, his smile growing wider.
Your father was somewhere in here, shaking hands. But you could only see Boba, the man whose name you had painstakingly sewed onto your shirt. Because of course you had. You were his. He was yours. It was the easiest thing in the world.
Arms were reaching out, hands slapping him on the shoulder, and Boba smiled and nodded at everyone. But he didnât slow his way to you. And neither did you. Determination filled you. This was your chance to make things right. To say the things you had kept to yourself when you shouldnât have. To make sure that this new start was exactly that: A new start.
The moment you two were face to face, tears gathered in your eyes. âBoba, I am so sorry. I did things I never should have and I got influenced by my parents when I really shouldnât have been. My father ââ
A finger on your mouth silenced you.
âNot a word, omega,â he murmured, roughened hands cupping your cheeks, warm from cheering and screaming, âI know. And I donât care. He wouldnât dare to fire me, not now. And even if he would, I just got a dozen new job opportunities on my hands.â
âYou ⊠know?â
âI suspected,â he confirmed, âAnd now let me kiss you, little one.â
And then he did.
He kissed you in front of everyone, the cheering growing louder. Your eyes slipped shut and you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding yourself close to him. His lips were warm and dry and familiar. Your entire body ached for him, wanting him this close forever.
âDo you know what it means to wear someone names on their back?â he asked, his hands on your hips. Even with the crowd shifting around you, he didnât move, holding you steady against him. âIt means youâre theirs,â his mouth brushed over your scent gland.
âOh, really?â your played-up innocence sounded way more breathless than intended. But who could blame you when you had Boba Fett with rolled up sleeved pressing up against you?
âNah, princess,â he shook his head, voice low and eyes dark, âYou donât get to talk yourself out of this one.â
His hand was on the side of your face, gently tilting your head to the side and you sighed. âSo, what are you going to do to me, then?â
âI am going to make you mine, âmega.â
Your heart skipped a beat with the realization of what he was saying to you. For a moment you tensed, afraid what other people would think. Public mating bites werenât exactly uncommon but they werenât the run of the mill either. But with everybody busy celebrating the win of the season, they might not even look at you. Most importantly, you realized that whether you wanted him to mate you was not a question at all. And once that certainty settled in your mind, any other concerns simply drifted away.
âRight here?â you asked, glancing around. No one was paying attention to you. The cup was held somewhere in the far corner of the room, you could hear another pop of a bottle of champagne. You truly were just lost in the sea of people.
âRight here,â he confirmed, âI love you, omega, and I want to put my bite right here. Do you want that? Is that â Is that what you want?â
His thumb drew a firm circle on the sensitive patch of skin right under your jaw and you swore this was what paradise felt like. Your heart was lodged somewhere in your throat and all you could do was nod, your eyes zeroing in on the mirroring spot on his neck.
âIt is,â you confirmed, âAnd I want â I want to mark you too, alpha.â
You could watch in real time as his eyes darkened. âFuck yes,â he growled, pulling you even closer. His nose brushed over your throat and goose bumps raised on your skin. Cheers went up in the whole room, you could hear Joe leading a chant about some other player and then Bobaâs teeth sank into your throat and that was it.
A gasp was all that left you but inside, your body was screaming as everything felt like it was pulled apart and rearranged. Just ⊠better. Like everything suddenly fit into place and the world made sense all of a sudden.  Not knowing what to do with this sensation of pure euphoria, you lunged forward, your mouth opening against his neck and biting down.
Boba groaned against you, his tongue laving over the mark on your neck, his hand cupping the back of your head. âGo on, little one,â he breathed in your ear, his voice rough, âMark me. Show everyone I belong to you.â
You wondered if it felt the same to him. If he could feel this bond between you two now or if his life would go on as normal. When you pulled away, your eyes glossy as you took in the unmistakable mark on his throat, you got your answer in the form of his hands on your hips.
ââm afraid you cannot leave my side for the rest of the day,â he murmured in your ear, âOr else my entire body will rebel against it.â
âThatâs okay,â you smiled, kissing him again, âI plan to stay there for the rest our lives.â
Title Inspired By: WHERE IS MY HUSBAND! - Raye










