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Daily Boba Thots™

05-06/04/2021

you’re called in to be the life drawing sitter for au university fine art professor!boba part 2/?

i wasn’t expecting this one to get quite as much love and pining and it’s gotten me super excited to write more!!

missed part 1?

“call me boba.”

your eyes are fixated on his lips as they say his name, and you find yourself repeating him the way he repeated your own name, tasting it on your tongue and boba’s eyes are drawn to the way your lips are parted and slightly pouting after finishing the last syllable.

gods, how on earth were you going to sit naked for this man, never mind his students?

you found your bag on the desk again and distracted yourself with hooking the straps over your shoulder. you let your hand wander inside to run your fingers over the silky material, finding comfort in the coolness.

“you’re all set,” fennec interrupts, appearing from behind the desk with a smile. “did you bring something to cover yourself with?”

you nod, tugging the fabric from your bag a little to confirm her question.

“where should i..?” you stretch out the question, looking between boba and fennec.

“just through here,” fennec grasps your train of thought and leads you past the paint covered desk and into a small office room, you miss the way boba’s eyes follow the sway of your hips as you walk. a deep, earthy kind of smell invades your senses, wrapping itself around you and you find yourself able to relax just a little bit. “it’s mr fett’s office, but he won’t be using it,” fennec continues, motioning to a chair for you to put your things. you drop your bag on the chair and thank her as she leaves. “you can come out when you’re ready,” she says gently before closing the door, the click of the handle loud in the suddenly quiet space.

once the door closes you find yourself releasing a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding. you briefly scan the room as you pull your gown out of your bag, taking a few steps forward to get a better look at the decorations.

there’s a mixture of photographs, what looked like family photos from when boba was younger and more recent ones. a particular picture catches your eye, one where boba is unveiling an exquisite oil painting in what looks like a very fancy gallery. he’s dressed impeccably, in a dark green tailored three piece suit that fitted him perfectly, and a white button up shirt with a black bow tie. there’s a beautiful younger woman stood with her armed linked in his, her skin tanned and hair a luscious dark blonde. the two stood together looked like a match made in heaven. you internally slapped yourself for the jealousy that had begun to bubble inside you. he wasn’t yours. you’d only just met the man. calm down.

oh but i want him to be mine.. your mind shouts, and you force yourself to start getting undressed, fearful of keeping his class waiting.

you stripped off your layers, the radiators in the room keeping you from shivering. gently, you slip the slip gown over your shoulders, tying it at the waist. you brush your hands down your sides and take a deep breath, counting to ten, and then releasing as much of your nerves as possible with your exhale.

remembering you’d brought a hairbrush with you, you quickly ease out any tangles or knots, threading your fingers through the strands to help them frame your face.

then, with a slight nervous buzz in your stomach, you open the door.

a few heads turn your way as you walk out, boba in what looked like an intense conversation with one of his students. fennec turns to smile at you and waves you over to where everyone is standing and surrounding a plush armless chair with tall easels in a crescent shape.

you stand, smiling, next to the chair as boba introduces you.

“they’ll be our model for the next 8 weeks,” he explains, regarding you with a curt nod. “i know for some of you this may be a little.. different to what we’ve been doing in class. but this, drawing the human form, is rather,” he catches you eyes and the corner of his lips quirk in a small smirk of sorts, “beautiful.”

the heat and intensity of the spotlight shining down on you made you ever more concious of the flush that would be dusting your cheeks and tips of your ears. but you try to play it off, smiling shyly and waiting for him to finish.

“for our first exercise, we’re going to have our lovely model changing poses every minute.” he motions to you with his hand as he continues, “we’ll do a total of five poses and then take a few minutes break and do another five. this way we can ease everyone into the art of life drawing,” he looks at you, “and sitting for a drawing too.” you acknowledge his considerations with a nod, fingers fiddling with the belt tie of your gown.

“for this first exercise we’re just going to be working with pencil. i want everyone to try their best to work without erasing their drawing.” you hear a few groans from a couple of the students, some exchanging looks with each other. “it’ll ultimately help you in the long run, believe me,” he chuckles, waiting for everyone to be ready before beginning.

then, he calls your name. “whenever you’re ready, sweetheart.”

you drop your robe.

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Daily Boba Thots™

05/03/2021

boba loves the idea that people might be watching.

mainly ft. din :)

i’ll probably write a second part for this one, that’s why it’s cut short!!

you were in the mos eisley cantina, sitting between boba and din while they dealt business with clients.

din had come to visit boba as an escape from all his mand’alor shenanigans, and boba knew that he had taken a bit of a liking to you.

now, boba wasn’t one to share. but the way you gave him puppy eyes before coming here made him give in.

“you know he’s a virgin, don’t you?” he’d said while din was in the fresher. 

“i know,” you giggled at him, going on your tippy toes to kiss his forehead.

“all the more fun for me.” you’d winked at him and turned to leave, giving your hips an extra sway as you did.

din tensed the first time you put your hand on his thigh. your bodies were close enough that your thighs were squashed against both his and boba’s, and you could feel the way the mandalorian’s gaze caught your hand.

you smiled sweetly at whatever their client, a Rodian, was saying (not that you understood them), and slowly inched your hand further up din’s thigh.

you weren’t worried about people seeing- it was fairly dark, you were mainly obscured by the table, and anyway, anyone who was trying to be nosy with boba’s business knew better, less they wanted a blaster to the face

you could hear his breathing stutter, quiet enough that only you and boba would hear

your hand ever so slowly found the growing tent under his flight suit

you couldn’t see it but din was clenching his jaw super tight in an effort to keep quiet

your other hand cupping your chin as you leaned your elbow on the table, you palmed him, gently at first until you could tell he wasn’t going to stop you

boba’s own hand was on your thigh too, giving you squeezes of encouragement. you could see the not-so-subtle tent in his pants

din shifted in his seat, letting him open his legs a little wider to accommodate your wondering hands

you were trying so hard to hide the grin from your face, the all powerful ruler of mandalor was putty in your hands- literally

you couldn’t see it, but boba was smirking under his helmet. oh, mand’alor, he thought, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into

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Daily Boba Thots™

11-14/04/2021

you’re called in to be the life drawing sitter for au university fine art professor!boba part 6/?

missed part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5?

the third and fourth weeks of your time as a life drawing model pass in similar fashion to the second. you’d pine over boba. he’d give you just enough attention to keep you wanting- no, needing more. he’d cast you glances, brushes against your arm or your shoulder. you’d not had another encounter like that time when you’d accidentally walked into his office (much to your disappointment), but something about the fifth week was different.

everything was going as normal, you’d gotten undressed in boba’s office and left your sundress, cardigan and underwear in a neat pile on what you’d dubbed as your chair and then gone out to pose for his students. you’d worked up to start sitting for up to five minutes at a time now, ending the session on a ten minute long sit, which is what you were doing now. it wasn’t difficult to stay in your pose for that length of time- not when your mind was busy conjuring up scenarios of how boba would fuck you.

maybe bent over his desk? against the door? his mouth hot and breathless against the shell of your ear while he worked you up to an orgasm? you’d give almost anything to feel those delicious hands of his on your body again, even if it was to degrade you. every waking moment, from the morning when you rose til the late hours of the night spent scrolling for videos to get off to, boba was practically all that filled your thoughts. you’d had a few wet dreams where he’d be pumping his slick thick fingers deep in your cunt, his plump lips suctioned around your clit until you were orgasming over and over. you’d always wake up alone, though. with a sticky mess between your thighs and a wet patch on the bed.

“pardon me,” boba clears his throat part way through the last sitting, interrupting your train of thought and pulling his phone out of his pocket. “i really need to take this.” he gives everyone a curt nod and fennec waves him off, telling him to take his time. everyone resumes their work, quickly scribbling away with their pen and ink drawings and the colour in the room just seems to slowly fade out, as if boba’s presence was the source of it all and without him there’s nothing. you find yourself glancing towards the blacked out door multiple times a minute, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he’ll come out this time. you can hear the rumble of his voice, but it’s only faint, you’ve no idea who he’s talking to. you find yourself secretly hoping it’s not that woman in the photograph.

when there’s only a minute left for the pose, boba emerges from his office before shoving his phone back into his blazer pocket, eyes blatantly raking over your naked form and you stifle a whimper, goosebumps erupting down your arms and the curve of your back, your nipples hardening ever so slightly.

fuck.

he resumed his pacing around the room, a small smirk gracing the corner of his mouth as he immediately noticed the way your whole body seemed to stand to attention for him. he fumbled with something in his pocket, fingers tracing over the lace edging and soft cotton.

when the minute is over you breathe a sigh of relief, boba dismisses everyone and some of them bid you goodbye as you’re pulling on your robe, ready to head into boba’s office to get dressed.

boba’s already tidying with fennec as you enter his office, paying you no mind and you sink into the door as it closes behind you, exhaling deeply.

in the same routine as usual, you tug your robe down your shoulders and fold it neatly on his desk. you pick up the short skirted summer dress and panic starts to rise in your chest. where had your underwear gone? you always tucked it neatly away underneath your clothes. fuck. maybe it’s under your cardigan? still nothing. you check around the chair, under the desk, dashing around the office comically. where were they?? you were more than certain that you’d worn them today because of how relieving it was to take them off.

you manage to calm your breathing, knowing you just had to be calm and- go commando..

so you get dressed as usual, minus your underwear - one of your favourite pairs, mind you - praying that your bare arse isn’t peaking too badly from under the hem of the skirt. you can hear talking from outside the office door, it sounds as if fennec is saying goodbye and leaving, meaning it would just be you and boba left and fuck now you have to face him without any underwear on.

you take a few deep breaths, having packed your robe in your bag and standing awkwardly in front of the door, fingers lingering over the handle.

boba’s eyes flick to the door as it opens, trying his best not to give you his full attention as he’s stacking wooden stools away for the day, keeping himself busy long enough just to see your face when you emerged from his office.

with your underwear in his pocket.

he turns to acknowledge you as you linger across the room, his eyes dark and enticing. you stand, staring each other down for a moment before he breaks the silence.

“good job today.” he smiles, the lines just about reaching the outer corners of his eyes. he traces down the length of your body and your exposed legs with a lingering flicker of his eyes, and gods why was this more embarrassing than being completely naked in front of him? the way he’s looking at you as if he knows something that you don’t. like you’re his prey and he’s very, very hungry.

“thank you.” you’re breathless somehow, the ache in your cunt becoming more of a persistent throb and you’re subconsciously squishing your naked thighs together to try to either ease the problem or hide the slick gathering there. your cheeks feel red hot and you aren’t entirely sure what else to say; feet glued to the floor.

boba need only take one look at you and he’s got that stupid cocky smirk on his face again. he slips his hands into his trouser pockets and heads to his office, cool as ever, calling your name over his shoulder.

“see you next week, then.”

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69ing with boba. what would that include?

Daily Boba Thots™

18/03/2021

boba and why he likes different positions part 5/?

ohohoho anon i am SO glad you asked ;)

i think that 69 wouldn’t be one of boba’s favourite positions, but he’d entertain you if you wanted to do it - and on the occasion that he wanted to do it this way

now i know 69 is usually done with the woman on top but- hear me out—

boba on top of you

basically pinning you to the bed with his body and weight (good lord have mercy)

with his mouth buried in your cunt and his cock fucking into your throat

i mean is there a better place to be?

you’d have literally no escape, and boba would have full control of your body

getting to feel your throat tighten around his cock every time you try to whimper or cry out

i feel that boba would be able to figure out a way to fuck you with his fingers in this position if he wanted to 

curling them deeep in your pussy and eating up every single twitch and tensing of your body and thighs around his head

i’m more than 100% certain that boba loves when you ride his face

but when it comes to 69 i think he’d rather be the one riding your face skskSKD

especially because if he’s the one on top he has nothing inhibiting him from cursing and moaning and spilling all sorts of dirty things from between your thighs

would definitely just sort of sit back and watch your cunt flutter around nothing just from sucking his cock

this mfer will have the smuggest fuckin smirk on his face watching as you desperately suck his cock in hopes he’ll give your pussy some attention

will sometimes just groan and fuck your throat, balls slapping you in the face i can’t complain i—

“that’s it, that’s a good little slut.”

“aww look at you, gagging on daddy’s cock like a stupid whore.”

his cock would literally be twitching in your throat when he hears you struggling for breath, seeing the wreck of you beneath him with tear stained cheeks, saliva coating your lips and chin, his precum mixed with it

kinda uhhh loves it when you grab his big chonky thighs and squeeze them, dig your nails in, all of that 🥴

okay i know this wasn’t part of your ask but my brain is running a mile a minute and i just had the thought of like—

boba pulls his cock out so that you can suck and lick his balls but then—

you wander a little further back, tongue ghosting over his perineum and you feel him freeze up over you, a low growl emanating in his throat.

you’d pull away, afraid you’d done something wrong

but then,

“do that again.”

it wasn’t a question or a suggestion.

it was a command.

and you had no intention of disobeying him

licking that strip of skin over and over, flattening your tongue and having him groaning.

you’d reach your hand to jerk his cock at the same time and his hips would literally stutter

i’m talking like this man, this big scary bounty hunter

would completely lose his composure

and you would have no intention of stopping

(but we might cover this in another thot for another time)

you’d trail your tongue back to his balls, sucking each one into your mouth and lapping your tongue around and over them at the same time that he gathered his composure again and was sucking your clit into his mouth, something that had you losing your own composure, pulling away to gasp 

he’d fuck two of his fingers into your cunt, groaning at the feeling of your tongue and at seeing how fucking wet you were 

circling his tongue over and over and over around your clit had you seeing stars, and the way he was curling those fingers, maker, you weren’t going to last much longer (and judging by the way he’s thrusting into your mouth again with such vigour, he wasn’t far off either)

“yeah, shit, just like that,” he’d growl against your folds, forcing his cock as deep as he can as he cums in hard spurts down your throat, your breathing cut off as you sputter and gag and choke on his cum

his orgasm triggers your own, and you’re bucking your hips up into his face, and, maker you squirt all over his fingers and his face but fuck- do you care when it feels so good

boba’s growling as he finally gives your throat the release to breathe, and gives you a moment to cough and catch your breath as you come down from your own orgasm

your cunt is still twitching around boba’s fingers even as he withdraws them, and he sucks them into his mouth, groaning at the taste

when he gets up to cuddle you and you’re laying on your side with your head on his chest and leg over his hips, he grabs a handful of your ass and whispers in your ear

“you’re going to use your fingers next time.”

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Daily Boba Thots™

11/03/2021

boba and why he likes different positions part 4/?

i originally had this thot on the 11th but didn’t post until the 12th sksks i’m soRRY

reverse cowgirl

so similar to the last post, boba won’t let you on top often

but he does love when you ride him reverse cowgirl

he knows the stretch can be hard at first, his cock feeling bigger than ever in this position

the anticipation just before you’ve sank all the way down on him? absolute heaven

you’d both groan in content at the feeling, his balls pressing against your clit

could literally sit back and watch the way your ass ripples as it bounces on hips hips for hours on end

when you lean forward a particular way, boba will groan at the sight of your tight ass, maybe even sucking his thumb into his mouth so that when you sink back down onto his cock, his thumb is nudging inside you

his other hand will be spanking and squeezing the flesh of your ass

boba knows that reverse cowgirl hits a lil different, rubs that spot inside you that has you seeing stars

and with his thumb filling your ass too? 

you might need to buckle in because this will be one fucking HELL of a ride

kinda lazily fucking his hips into you at first, taking in the feeling of your pretty cunt wrapped tight around his cock

loves to run his hands over the curve of your back, bathing every inch of you in attention and praise

fucks into you harder and deeper just to see the way you throw your head back and arch your back

will grab a fistful of hair and pull you back against his chest, letting you fumble to get your balance for a moment before he’s wrapping his arms around the backs of your thighs and folding you pretty much in half like a ragdoll

supports his hips by planting his feet on the bed so that he can thrust into you like nothing you’ve ever felt before

you would just fall limp, you could almost feel your soul exiting your body as if boba was fucking it out of you

your eyes rolling back and boba growling in your ear

“such a good little fuckdoll, hmm?”

“look how good you take my cock.” he’d bite the lobe of your ear, eyes smouldering down your body and you could feel his cock twitching at the sight of you

you’d take a look down yourself. straining a little to get a glimpse of his cock sliding in and out of your soaking heat, groaning yourself at the lewd noises of your arousal

he’d manouver one of the hands supporting your thighs to tease and circle your clit, groaning with the way your cunt squeezed around him

“so good,” he’d growl, feeling that you were close by the way you were starting to flutter

“gonna fill this stupid cunt of yours.”

you’d whine and whimper, having nowhere to escape to with boba’s cock stuffing your pussy and his fingers circling your clit

“i want to feel you cum, little one. let go. for me.”

and you would. and with the incredible angle he was hitting you felt the release of your arousal squirting out and gushing all down yours and his inner thighs

“fuck! boba--” you’d whimper when he didn’t stop his assault on your clit, more arousal squirting with each of his thrusts

“i want all you got princess. give it to me.” he continued thrusting and circling your clit, and you couldn’t believe it but you were hurtling towards another orgasm already, the sensations overwhelming as your overstimulation rapidly morphed into a second orgasm

this one felt much deeper and you lurched forward from his chest, struggling to keep your consciousness never mind your balance

boba growled, the feeling reverberating in his chest and through your back

“that’s a good girl. so good.”

you could just about tell how close he was even through your haze of post orgasm bliss

“boba.. cum inside me.. please..” would be all you could muster, head thrown back on his shoulder before he was groaning at your words, using both his hands to hold you still while his hips stuttered and ropes of his cum filled you

once you felt your soul return to your body you found his hands had released your thighs, letting them come to rest either side of him. instead, his hands were caressing the sides of your body, massaging away any pains.

you’d sigh happily, turning your head to share a sweet kiss.

his hands would come to cup your stomach.

“princess.. i wonder if it’ll be a boy or a girl.”

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Daily Boba Thots™

29/03/2021

boba taking care of you after a long day. (inspired by what i could really fucking do with right now)

boba notices you’re stressed or upset and will make it his mission to make you feel better

runs a bath and pours you a glass of your favourite drink (gin for me pls skskd)

will do his best to make it look inviting, using a special muscle relaxing bubble bath that smells incredible, lighting your favourite scented candles and turning the lights down so the lighting is gentle and soothing

he takes your hand and kisses the back of it, leading you to the bathroom where he sits you down on the toilet seat lid and undos your shoelaces, slowly undressing you and rubbing circles into your sore muscles as they become exposed

he tugs your hair out of it’s pony tail (if it’s long enough to be tied up) and runs his fingers through it, gently massaging your scalp and neck and shoulders.

he’s naked too, you can feel his cock slowly coming to life as he kisses and caresses you, but he’s not bothered about his pleasure tonight. all he wants is for you to fall apart for him so that he can wrap you up and put you back together again.

he takes your hand again, stepping into the bath first and sitting with his back pressed against the end of it. he smiles lovingly at you, supporting your weight as you step into the bath, sitting comfortably between his spread legs with your back against his chest.

his fingers dance up the sides of your body, and you let your eyes flutter closed as a content sigh leaves your lips.

“so beautiful, little one.” he presses his lips along the curve of your neck, goosebumps erupting down your arms and legs. “you did so, so good today.”

you smile and roll your head back onto his shoulder, one hand emerging from the water and bubbles to cup his cheek, pulling him in for a sweet kiss.

the hands tracing the sides of your body wander further down, one of his fingers tracing the outline of your folds and you gasp in his arms

his other hand cups your jaw, holding you there while the kiss gets more intense as he continues to stroke your sensitive clit

you moan into his mouth when he slowly sinks a fingers into your cunt, his other hand now coming down to cup a breast, pinching and tugging at the hardened nipple and you whine and whimper against his lips, eyes fluttering open to lock with his

“that’s it..” he groans, seemingly getting as much pleasure from this as you, his thumb circling your clit while his fingers curl inside you and he’s working your nipple just oh so good and it’s not long before he feels you start to tighten and your body growing tenser as your orgasm approaches

“boba..” you whine, hips bucking into his touch, head thrown back on his shoulder again, “‘m close..”

“i know, princess.” he curls his fingers again, ripping a needy moan from your throat as he peppers kisses along your jugular

“cum for me, little one. let go—“

and you do- his words sending you over the edge and you’re caught fucking yourself on his fingers, your hands desperately gripping the sides of the bathtub the best you can with wet hands

maker if that wasn’t what you needed after today you didn’t know what was, all the tension and anger and stress evaporating from your body with each contraction of your cunt around boba’s fingers

“that’s a good girl..” he groans, slowling his pace a little as he lets you ride your much deserved orgasm

your body is all but jelly once you’ve returned back to the galaxy, boba cradling you against his body and removing his fingers from your pussy

“you’re beautiful,” he breathes against your wet skin, sucking your earlobe into his mouth.

“mmm, boba—“ you whine, the sensation going straight to your cunt.

“you thought i was finished with you, pretty girl?” he smirks. “the night’s only just begun.”

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03/03/21

boba would be the worst kind of jealous ex- one that doesn’t let you forget about him, or what he does to you part 2

missed part 1?

“get on your knees.”

you only hesitate for a moment before you’re sinking to your knees, his head tilting to watch as you do.

without a second thought you’re desperately trying to unbuckle his belt

you notice how fucking hard he is and your mouth instantly starts to water 

you’re mouthing him through his flight suit now, lips pressing against his cock and he groans at the sight of you, his fist balling in your hair

“kitten,” he growls, clearly trying not to show you how impatient he is

you whine at the sting in your scalp, hastily trying to unzip his flight suit

you eventually manage to free his cock and it springs to stand upright against his stomach

you try to hide the way your eyes widen.

he’s so fucking big

maker you’ve missed him

before you can convince yourself otherwise you’re running your tongue along the curve on the underside of his cock, moaning at the taste 

boba lets out a shaky breath, barely audible through the modulator 

you look up into the t-visor of his helmet, tongue flattening against the tip as you slowly take him into your mouth

you grip his thighs with your hands as you ever so slowly take him until the tip of his cock is nudging to push down your throat, and you feel the muscles in boba’s thigh relax slightly

your eyes water as you gag, and his grip tightens in your hair

you have to spare one of your hands free in order to work what you can’t fit into your mouth

almost immediately you fall into the familiar rhythm. boba starts to thurst his hips to meet your mouth, and whenever he pulls out you find yourself chasing his cock, so hungry, so needy

‘your pretty makeup won’t be so pretty once we’re done,’ boba thinks to himself, groaning when you try your best to fit him all the way in, your tongue managing to lap at his balls 

he grips your head with both hands now, forcing you to stay right there

he throws his head back a little and you can hear how wrecked his breathing is 

“maker..” he moans, thrusting almost painfully now, one of his hands cupping your neck so that he can feel his cock through your skin

tears are welling up and spilling down your pretty cheeks, the eye makeup you’d worn to look good for him smearing with them

your cunt is aching so badly, you’re desperate for him

when boba senses you need to breathe, he waits a second longer before he’s pulling you off his cock.

“get up. on the bed.”

your lips are swollen and wet with saliva

you do what he says, going to climb on your hands and knees when he stops you.

“i don’t want you like that, princess.”

you panic for a moment, thinking maybe he doesn’t want to fuck you, but before your thoughts can get carried away he walks towards you, cock standing proud and glistening

“i want to see your face, little one.”

you stare into his visor once again, eyes wide for a moment before you’re scrambling to turn around, propping yourself up on your elbows 

you watch as he pumps his cock a few times, your cunt still aching and desperate for him to fill you

he nudges your thighs apart with his hands, you notice he’s taken his gloves off, but can’t remember when

the warm heat of his skin sends shivers down your spine as he traces his fingers up the plump flesh of your thighs, until he’s so close to your pussy that you’re practically a whining mess underneath him

“boba..” your patience is really growing thin, especially when he’s between your thighs in his dark green beskar armour looking like a fucking god

“i know, little one. i know.” he nestles closer, pumping his cock a few more times before he’s just lining up with your cunt

“let me make you feel good,” he groans as he feels your wetness coating his cock. “let me remind you who you really belong to.”

in one, tantilisingly long thrust, boba is balls deep in your cunt.

you’re looking down at where his thick cock disppears inside you, already losing your mind at the feeling of him filling you so good

“maker i’ve missed this pretty little pussy,” boba growls, rolling his hips and his cock just nudges that spot inside you that has you jolting

“boba!”

he’s tracing a hand up between your breasts now, his fingers ghosting over your hardened nipples before he closes his thumb and forefinger around your throat. and squeezes.

“what’s that, princess?”

you whine as you thrash beneath him, wanting him to move, wanting him to fuck you into another universe, but your throat is tight.

you can’t talk, your mind is so, so empty. nothing up there but boba and his delicious cock.

he squeezes harder, smirking under the helmet when one of your hands comes to grip his wrist, and he uses your moment of weakness to push you down by your throat so your back is flush with the bed

he rolls his hips again now, closing in closer and closer to you, the cold beskar biting into the flesh of your bare thighs

with his other hand, he rips yours from his wrist and pins it, along with your other hand, above your head

“boba..” you whimper, voice barely audible as he starts to fuck you, driving into you with a primal urge that has you seeing stars

“yeah? you like it when i use your cunt, don’t you princess?” he rasps, squeezing your throat somehow harder.

your mouth fall open, your legs wrapping around his hips to pull him deeper, closer, harder.

“yes... fuck yes,,” you moan, feeling the pit of your stomach tensing with the buildup of your orgasm

he rips his grip from holding your hands to slip between your bodies, circling furiously on your clit

“who do you belong to?”

“you!”

“who’s pussy is this?”

“boba fucking fett’s!”

“that’s right, you filthy whore. you’re mine. you’ll never be anyone else’s. you’ll never be able to cum again without picturing me between your legs. without imagining it’s my cock you’re cumming on.”

you throw your head back and cry out, feeling right on the edge seemingly out of nowhere

“boba! i- maker—“

“cum, little one. cum for me.”

he starts fucking into you feverishly, ploughing you so deep that when you cum, it’s almost too much. his hand around your throat, his fingers on your clit, his cock buried so deep into your cunt that you don’t want him to ever leave

your eyes roll to the back of your head as you twitch and tremble, boba growling at how tightly your cunt is contracting around him

he groans, voice rumbling through the modulator.

“think i’ll put a baby in you.”

at that you remember your hands are free and you hurry to wrap them around his armour clad shoulders, pulling him closer to you, silently begging him

“is that what you want, whore? want me to knock up this pretty pussy?”

“gods, yes—“ is all you can manage before boba’s forcing himself as deep as he can in your cunt, you can feel him pushing against your cervix, and he lets out the most feral of moans when he finally orgams

“maker... fuck you’re so tight—“ he fucks into you a few more times, making sure you milk every drop of his cum.

by the time you both come down from your highs, your body is jelly under his.

you let out a light laugh of content, you hadn’t cum that hard in months. and now you were stuffed with boba’s cum.

boba rubs his thumb over your cheekbone, and you smile lazily up at him.

“i don’t want to be with him anymore..”

boba laughs. “i’d hoped so, princess. i’d hoped so.”

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Daily Boba Thots™

01/03/21

boba likes fuckin u in front of a mirror so you can watch him ruin you

pushing your hands to press against the mirror to hold yourself up while the glass fogs up

boba gets a great view of all of you and it drives him insane

pulling your hair so your back is flush with his chest armour and your head rests on his shoulder

growling in your ear

“look at her. who is she?”

“that’s right. she’s my little slut. such a good slut.”

pushing down on your shoulderblades and fucking you into the floor

pulling your hips flush with his when he finally orgasms so he can push himself as deep as possible

afterwards he brushes your hair out of your face and carries you to the bed bridal style

super soft cuddles and forehead kisses

just when you think he’s tired out he starts kissing your neck again

“how about round two?”