Creampie - Boba Fett
Animal attraction
Kinktober prompt - Day 1 - Creampie
Boba Fett x Reader (force sensitive!reader, non-human!reader)
You watch the two men in Mandalorian armour walk into the cantina and approach the women at a further table. Mando takes the lead and starts to try and convince them to help find the kid. You think it’s a waste of time, so you linger at the door. However, when the red-head turns her attention to Boba, you can feel that things are about to get ugly.
You walk in unnoticed. They are too busy with their argument to realise that a dangerous predator is standing right behind them, ready to launch. When the princess is about to snap back to Boba’s threat, you grab her throat with the force and start to squeeze as you slowly stalk by the others until you are right in front of her and replace the strangling energy with your actual hand and say in a low, almost growling voice:
“If I were you, I’d choose my next words VERY carefully, Princess of Nothing.”
The younger girl snaps out of her perplexed state and tries to grab you but Boba stands in her way and they start to fight. You let the arrogant princess go and she immediately tells them to stop. Then you turn around and leave them to talk out their deal while Boba stares after you.
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When he finds you, you are standing by the pilot seat of the Slave I, with your back turned to him.
“Why did you do that? ” he asks, almost angrily.
“Do what?” you reply nonchalantly.
He grabs you and turns you around to face him.
“Don’t play with me, Jedi! Why did you do it?”
“I told you to never call me that! ” you hiss.
“Tell me your name then.”
“Names can hold power over people, that kind of trust takes a lot to earn with my kind.”
You can feel the intensity of his stare even though you cannot see his face, it’s like he’s trying to see into your soul. It makes that almost painful feeling come back that’s always causing a throb in your heart when you are near him. It scares you, how much power he already has on you and you’ve just barely met. You feel the pull to him again. It makes you hesitate, you’ve never been this unsure in your life. This is not supposed to happen like this.
The closeness is unbearable, so you push him away and he stumbles backwards. You look over at him more thoroughly and realize what’s been bothering you for a while.
“You are hurt.”
“No.” - comes the quick answer.
“But you are in pain…”
He doesn’t deny it but he looks away, like he’s ashamed.
“I can help.”
“I don’t need your magic, little witch.” he snaps at you.
You say nothing , only move out of the way so he can sit, but he’s stubborn and just straightens his back and looks at you defiantly. That’s when Fennec walks in. She feels the tension, just says it’s time to go and she’s out of there in a second.
Boba sits in the pilot seat and tells you to leave.
When you don’t make a move he just sighs and closes the door. You watch him and try to figure out how to untangle this mess between you two without giving away your weakness. You do not want to fight. Not with him. Not even that initial teasing would feel right anymore. To your surprise he stops ignoring you and asks:
“Why are you lookin’ at me like that, ad’ika?”
“Like what?”
“You tell me. What’s goin’ on in that stubborn little head of yours?”
You are quiet for a moment and he thinks he won’t get an answer from you yet again. But before you can think better, your thoughts slip out like a Jedi mind trick is forced on you.
“I’m trying to figure out what’s so special about you? What IS it that makes me want to rub myself all over you and just purr? Especially since you so clearly cannot even stand me?”
His head snaps your way, he turns on the autopilot without looking and reaches out to drag you to him.
“Let me see you.” he says gently. It is phrased more like a question, but he also makes it sound like a demand and an almost desperate plea.
Your heart in your throat, you tilt your head to the side and say:
“Let me help you.”
He scoffs at your stubbornness, but after a moment he tells you it’s his leg. So you step even closer, slowly guide his pants down and sink to your knees before him to examine the extensive scarring and damage. His leg is clearly injured from whatever caused his burn-like scars, the pain must be excruciating on the best days.
You take your gloves off and place your hands on his legs. He chooses this moment to move back your hood and his breath hitches sharply when you slowly look up into his eyes.
“Why are you wasting tears on an old man like me, mesh’la?”
And again, it’s like you cannot help it. You realise, he could ask you anything and you would be helpless to resist. So you let it slip, you reveal another weakness:
“It hurts. To see you hurt. I don’t know why? I want it to stop.”
He’s looking at you with wonder as you start to heal him. The faint scars will stay, that you cannot help with, but at least you can make the pain go away.
“Still hurts?” you ask when you are done.
“No, not really. It’s just some lingering feeling. It will go away.” He takes his helmet off and says a soft Thank you.
You shy away, but he reaches out to lift you by your chin and presses a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away, smiling softly.
“Doesn’t it bother you?” you ask bitterly.
“What?”
“That I’m not human?”
“I know what you are. I’m not afraid, if that’s what you’re really asking.”
“And I know what you are… ” - “She’s wrong, you know. You might be a clone but you are nothing like them, it is clear to see with just one glance at you. I’ve seen enough of them to know. They are like droids, they were made with a specific code and some of them might develop an actual personality, but it doesn’t make them any more real. You are. You might look like your father, but he WAS your father. You are not a copy, you are your own person and you are maddeningly mesmerising.”
“Mesh’la… Even without any of your tricks. You bewitched me. ” he chuckles deeply and kisses you again.
You kiss him back, slowly deepening the kiss. He grabs your hair with one hand and pulls you closer, while his other hand goes to your waist to guide you into his lap. You both start to roll your hips, desperately clinging to each other while clashing in a feral kiss.
You pull away first and lay your forehead against his.
“If you do this, you know I cannot stop, it will be too late to change your mind.” - you warn him.
“Good. You are mine.”
He kisses you again and practically rips off your pants and underwear. You feel his fingers tease your glistening sex as he presses kisses along your neck and down to your breast.
When he starts to ease a finger in you, but you grab his hand and pull it away.
“I want to feel you in me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Please, I need you. I can take it. I want to feel you even long after.”
He growls and shifts you so he can press his hard member to your entrance and holds your gaze when he snaps his hips and slides into you in one move. You scream and then hear Mando yell through the door to ask if you’re ok. Fennec tells him, he shouldn’t listen for a while or she’ll see his blush through his bucket. The others laugh.
Neither Boba, nor you care. You’re just lost in the moment, kissing, holding each other. Then he starts to move and you feel so full and it still hurts but there is also pleasure.
“That’s it mesh’la. You can take it.”
“Boba…”
He keeps teasing you with long, slow thrusts. Just to suddenly switch to hard and fast snaps while guiding your movements. You hold onto him tightly and start purring.
“That’s it. You are so good for me, so eager, so beautiful… such a good girl, mesh’la.”
“Y/N.” you whisper.
He freezes. His hands move to the sides of your head to make you look at him. His gaze is searching, looking for proof that he did not imagine it, not quite believing now that you are real.
Your hands mimic his as you hold him. You are slowly tracing his scars, soothing away any lingering pain.
“Y/N.” he whispers your name as a gentle warning, he saw what healing took out of you.
“Please, Boba. Please, move. Please.”
He obliges you. He moves faster now, getting closer to his end as he can feel you tighten around him. He wants to make you his, wants… no, needs to mark you.
“Do you want me to fill you up, ad’ika?”
“Yes!”
“I will. Over and over and over again. And I’ll make you scream my name so everyone will know you are mine.”
“And you are mine.” you say as you come undone and bite his neck to mark him. You feel him spurt into you over and over again just like he promised.
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You are still in his lap. He is still inside you. Neither of you moves, you still have hours until you get to the meeting point. You just hold and lightly caress each other for long minutes, your foreheads pressed together while your breathing starts to slow to normal.
You feel his cum drip down from you and you move to stand, but he stops you.
“Where do you think you are going?”
“To clean up and get dressed?” you ask, confused.
“Oh, mesh’la… I’m not done with you, not even close.” he chuckles in that deep raspy voice of his, even more strained now.
“Are you sure, old man? I don’t want to be the end of the Great Boba Fett by pleasuring him to death.”
“Hmm… it’s not a bad way to go. I’m afraid we’ll have to risk it. I’ll need to fill you up again, ad'ika, you let my cum escape from your tight little pussy.”
He lets you stand then and pushes it back into you with two fingers then teases you a little before ordering you to undress fully. Then you make a move to take off his armour but you suddenly stop, looking unsure.
“If you don’t want to see…” he says with pain in his voice.
“What? No. Boba. No. I just… ” you bite your lip, contemplating how to explain without accidentally hurting him even more.
“What is it, then? Tell me?”
“I love the way your whole demeanour changes when you have the armour on. You become the menacing hunter I know you are. That predatory way you carry yourself, that alone makes me want to purr. And most of the time you are easier to read with that damn bucket on. Your body language becomes much more expressive. I love seeing more of you like that too. But… it’s a dilemma right now because I want to actually see you and feel all of you on me, so…” - You say looking away, being angry with this newfound shyness you can’t deal with.
“Ni kar’tayli gar… ” he says, staring at you again with wonder.
“…darasuum” you answer with a little more confidence.
He hums contently and smiles at you with mischief in his eyes.
“There you go, changing the subject again. I vividly remember you asking me to make you feel me for a long while, so let me get to work ad’ika. Let me fill you again.”
And he does. He makes you see stars three more times that day and cums deep within you twice, so much so that it’s almost painful.
First, he makes love to you right there, slow and attentive just to switch again to fucking you hard, to mate like wild animals. This feral attraction that started the intense arguments and animosity between you was also part of the solution to bind your aching, lonely hearts together forever.
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Mando'a:
ad’ika – little one
mesh’la – beautiful
(Kov’nyn – the act of resting foreheads together aka keldabe kiss)
Ni kar’tayli gar…. darasuum, – I know you… forever (meaning: I love you. But it was used more like in its literal meaning here)