Rating: E |||| Word Count: 1.3k |||| AO3 Link |||| NSFW Masterlist
Summary: Fett’s just another night in a long list of attempts to piece yourself together again.
Warnings: smut, unprotected PiV, hookup culture, past... unhealthy behaviors in regards to safety and sexual encounters. Suicidal tendencies. Yeah look please do not read this if you can’t handle these topics. There is a hopeful ending but it’s. Pretty rough.
A/N: ahahaha well uh. Let’s just not talk about any of this okay? Cool cool cool. I. Actually wanted to write this to show that Boba Fett is probably kinda a dick when younger (idk I feel like we’ve romanticized him a bit) and then uh it became this mess. Yeah idk.
Maybe this one’ll be different.
He clocked in on you in record time within the crowded club, full of drunk patrons all clamoring against each other in their bid to feel alive for the night. Just as interestingly, he broke the record for how long he stayed away from you before finally lifting a pair of fingers crooking them in a wordless summon for you.
You would be a fool to ignore him. He was armored and betrayed nothing with his rigid posture, seated alone at one end of the bar. There were too many unknowns about him to risk causing any offense.
You tilt your head curiously once you’re stood between his spread legs, his hands resting nonchalantly on his thighs in an open display of dominance.
“See something you like?”
He meets your curiosity with a slight tip of his helmet. “More than enough.” He pauses, and you know he’s taking the opportunity to observe you fully. It’s not like your tight dress leaves much to the imagination, even in such hazy lighting. “Have you made a decision?”
His question would’ve caused you to frown if your mask wasn’t so tried and true. “A decision?”
“You leaving with me now? Or you going to let another try their luck with you?”
Ah. “I’m all yours.”
For the night goes left unsaid.
It always goes left unsaid, but that doesn’t make it any less true. You’re not something that someone keep long term. That only happens to those worth something.
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Fett’s better than the others. Much, much better.
You try and make sure that shows in your performance as he presses you down into the mattress. One hand is a warm anchor holding down your rocking hips while he curls two fingers on the other hand within you, his mouth on your left nipple an even further pleasant distraction. It’s hard to remember what the most natural reactions should sound like while you’re battered by the sheer force of his complete attention.
It wasn’t usually like this. You’d go home with another being to try and feel a spark of anything— whether it be a little death or a reminder that you were alive— and you would sneak out after they nodded off, a bit emptier than before.
You know that this isn’t the way to fix yourself, but just as you put on a show for your temporary partners, your greatest performance is the tragedy you play for yourself.
Your voice comes out breathily as you beg Fett for you to fuck you now. “I wanna feel you,” you whine, “please, let me feel your cock.”
He leaves a mark on the swell of your breast before he withdraws enough to unbelt his pants and push them down to his knees. You don’t see him raise an eyebrow as you twist and scramble onto your hands and knees, facing away from him. It’s always easier when they can’t see your face in case a tear or two slips free in a desperate cry for help.
There’s a slight hesitation while his hands find the best place to hold you steady, but then you feel his cock brushing between your folds, and he’s filling you in one slow thrust.
“Good girl,” he mutters in a low tone.
It’s the only words you hear him say before he pulls out and snaps his hips back against yours, drawing a silent gasp from your mouth while your elbows collapse under you. Your face buries in his pillow, and the position becomes much easier for you to let your mind wander as Fett sets a pace to his liking. It’s not the roughest you’ve ever been dealt, but in a twisted way it reminds you of his armor: firm and tested, but a little flashy, and certainly unique to him.
Your hands can still be seen by him, so you clench your fingers into the sheets in time with the purposeful tightening of your inner muscles. His strangled hiss lets you know you’re successful, and you steadily increase the pressure as he grinds deep into you. He comes with a shout, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against your shoulder while you flutter yourself around his cock, shaking enough to make it seem like you’ve cum along with him.
His heavy breathing is something to ground yourself to as you force your focus to return to here and now, but then Fett’s right hand is sliding up from your hip to rest on your lower back, and his blunt statement has you freeze in terror.
“You’re not breathing nearly hard enough.”
You squeeze your eyes tight shut and lilt your voice up in a confused manner. “What?”
Fett huffs and pulls away from your back, only to then pluck you from the sheets until you’re kneeling upright, your back pressed against his chest and one of his hands warningly cupping your jaw.
“You. Faked. It,” he growls dangerously. You don’t even need to see his face to know his eyes are narrowed in suspicion. “What the fuck do you want?”
You raise one shoulder half-heartedly. “To feel something.”
He scoffs. “So you used me?”
“No more than you used me.”
His fingers tighten on you. “You came to me, girl. I asked if you wanted out.”
“I know,” you admit, softer. “That’s more than the last one did.”
He’s quiet for several heartbeats. You count each passing one with growing numbness. Your immediate future grows bleak— you aren’t a fool, you know Boba Fett has one of the highest kill counts in the galaxy. No one would even know you’d gone missing when he was through with you.
He surprises you though. “What is it you really want, mesh’la?” He asks, a hollow edge to his voice.
His question is honest, and you take a moment before you give him an honest answer. “I want to die.”
“So you’re gambling with your body, with your life, until that happens?”
All the fight leaves you limp in Fett’s grasp at his blunt examination of your actions. “It’s not like it’s worth anything.”
“Hm.” He releases you suddenly, finally pulling his cock out of you cautiously and then turning you over so you were laid gently on you back beneath him.
His behavior confuses you. “Was... was there something more you’d like me to do?” Sometimes once wasn’t enough for the ones who took you home for the night.
“I want you to lay still,” he merely said, his gaze locked on yours as his fingers moved methodically to finally remove the rest of his armor and clothes. He tossed them all unceremoniously off the bed and moved back up to hover above you. “And to accept the lesson I’m about to teach you.”
“Lesson?”
His lips quirked up in a humorless smile as he observed you with dark, unreadable eyes. “That you aren’t worthless.”
You watched warily as he dropped his head to your chest, allowing his lips to trail his lips across your bare skin in a pattern only known to himself. Tears began welling in your eyes of their own accord as your breath caught in your throat while you watched him treat you with such care. It was like you... were worth his time. How could something like you be worth anyone’s attention, let alone Boba Fett’s scrutiny?
“What are you doing?” You tried to ignore the way your voice broke weakly. It was all you could do to hold back the brewing sobs in your throat.
“Taking my time,” he replied, his breath ghosting over your goosebumps like a gentle breeze across a budding field. Just as a spring wind ushered in the first signs of new growth, new life, so did Boba Fett begin to coax the same from you.
All it took was one person catching your ankle before you fell over the edge.
“We got all night, little one,” he reassured you, glancing up from his task to pin you under the full sincerity in his gaze. “Fall apart. I’ll be here if you need help picking up any pieces that go missing.”
And so you cried. You cried and cried and let yourself feel again for the first time in a long time.
It was okay if Fett left come tomorrow. You’d still be alive to see it.
grocery stores are so lovely because they’re always cold when you walk in and they always smell nice and the fruits and veggies sections are always full of love i love grocery stores nothing is more intimate and personal than grocery shopping with someone else
I’m great at long stories. Complicated, complex long stories with many relationships to juggle because I’m a juggler by nature. It means, I excel in fanfiction where the shit is laid out already.
But short, self-contained stories are so difficult for me. It’s hard for me to do simple.
Tbh I can't rlly blame 5sos if it is a hiatus until tour next year given how horrendous the fandom has been. If I was them I wouldn't want to interact with us either lmao (esp given how bad all this has to have been for their mental health)
no,, definitely can’t blame them i feel like. it’s the right move to be distanced rn. it’s just a shitty situation all around & for everyone :(
