Begging - Boba Fett
Does it really matter?
Kinktober prompt - Day 12 - Begging
Boba Fett x Reader
“What was in it?” Boba Fett demands to know, holding a woman by her throat. He was attacked at a treaty discussion in a planet not too far from Tatooine. Only, the noble lady who hosted him didn’t aim for the kill as it seems.
“Nothing too deadly. I’m sure she’ll figure it out soon.” The smile on the wicked woman’s face turns diabolical just before the ex-bounty hunter snaps her neck with a fickle move of his hand before he hurried back to your side.
Proving your loyalty by taking a poisoned dart for your king didn’t appear to be such a good idea anymore. You could hardly breath, your vision getting hazy, your skin felt like it was on fire.
“You are burning up.” He says worriedly after he checked for your visible symptoms and put away the poisonous object to examine for the venom at the palace.
•
“We’re almost home, hang on.” Boba tried his best to calm you down as he pushed Slave I to its limits, but no matter what you did it was just getting worse and worse. You stripped away most of your clothes but the heat was getting unbearable.
Squirming in place in the other seat, your body started to get all tingly, when you realised just what kind of drug you’ve been poisoned with.
You let out a whimper that made Boba look at you. He immediately regretted this as he got a good look at your almost naked body while you were grabbing onto the arm of the seat and trying to find friction by squeezing your thighs together and rolling your hips desperately.
“I can’t wait, Boba. It hurts.” He couldn’t take his eyes off you, he dreamed about you like this so many times. But he knew this could take more than a day to get actually dangerous for you and he wasn’t so mesmerised to not be aware of your lack of control now.
“I know, ad'ika. I know. But you just have to take it for a little longer.” He would never take advantage of you, so he would endure this hopefully short way back to that damned dessert planet and drink himself to oblivion while someone else helps you.
You had other plans though. “No! You can help… ”
Getting out of the seat and wiggling to him until you fall into his lap and he steadies you with firm hands around your waist. The touch even through the remaining material is still calming for your hypersensitive skin.
“Please help me, please, please make the pain go away.” You are not above begging now. True, normally you would keep your distance and wouldn’t dare to ask anything so beyond the limits of your friendly relationship.
“We are almost there and Din can help you.” He tries to stand up but you move towards him to remain there and convince him somehow.
“I don’t want him. I only want you. I need you. Please, Boba, I’m begging you. Please?” The begging and the tears break his heart but he doesn’t let on.
“I can’t, ad'ika. You’d regret it. If you were yourself, you wouldn’t even consider asking me.” He denies you again before moving you back to your seat and focusing on counting the minutes until you can reach your destination, while you try to hold back your sobs at the evident refusal to even think about being with you.
As soon as you land, Boba carries you inside, finding Fennec and ordering her to get help for you while he takes you to your room.
“Get the Mandalorian for her, she needs him.”
•
Boba is truly heartbroken now, he sits on his throne in the abandoned, dark room with an empty bottle, dressed in casual clothes, not having the care to take back on the armour after he cleaned up from your disastrous trip. He is trying, and failing, not to think about you. His brooding only stops to turn to anger when a familiar figure enters the room.
“Why aren’t you with her?” Boba raises his voice as he stands up, ready to confront him in a fight if he hurt you in any way. The other man seems calm, though, maybe a little bit sad, as much as it can be convened through all that metal.
“She doesn’t want me.” Mando states quietly, in an even voice. “She said she only ever wanted you, but she won’t bother you again. So I left to give her some peace.”
“Are you out of your mind?! She will die if this drug doesn’t get out of her system.” Boba was displaying more emotion than Din ever saw, he never even heard the king of this castle raise his voice before. Now he looked like he was ready to kill but Mando was confident he could persuade the stubborn man to give up this ridiculous need to hold back and just give you both what you want.
“She knows and she still refused me.” His answer is a stunned silence. Boba actually stops and thinks clearly for a second, before arriving to the conclusion that you are still very much of yourself and you do want him. Then the horrifying realisation hits him too, that you wanted him, asked for him, then begged for him and he refused you. Not only that but he left you to suffer because of his insecurities, which now bubble up before he can stop himself.
“I’m way too old for her.” Din doesn’t judge, he just titles his head to the side a little and asks a question as gently as it is possible.
“Does it really matter?”
“For fuck’s sake, Djarin, I could be her grandfather.” Din only huffs at the outburst and lectures the older man without fear.
“She’s not a child, Fett, she made her decision and she obviously doesn’t care about any of that.” Boba is silent again, returning to his natural state now that his thoughts do not overwhelm him so much.
The Mandalorian turns to leave but cannot help to push his idiot friend one more time.
“You should go to her… before it’s too late.”
•
Boba steps into your darkened room, slowly getting close to your still form, before sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Ad'ika?” He asks for your attention, gently brushing your hair.
“Go away.” You say with your back to him, your voice not as firm as you’d like but there is still a snap to it so that’ll have to do. But your King, ever the stubborn man, refuses to move.
“I’m not leaving you like this.” He says gently, trying to reassure you he didn’t mean to cause you pain.
“You already have, you made it perfectly clear you don’t want me, so just go away and let me die in peace.” Even the snap is gone, you’ve given up, you are just trembling in pain, your voice is strained by the held back cries and your are only waiting for the end.
“Like hell I will.” It really wasn’t a wise choice for you to say that. He grabs you by your shoulder and turns you to him, pulling you to his lap and moving your flimsy gown up from your thighs, brushing along your body as you fight him with the little strength you had left.
“No! I don’t want your pity fuck. Go away.” He doesn’t stop his movements but looks at you with that penetrating gaze and he doesn’t see any aversion just anger. Anger he can deal with.
“No.” You try again but Boba has you naked and he caresses along your body while trying to make you look at him. When you refuse, he rolls you around to secure you on the bed, face down, completely caged beneath him.
“Leave me alone.” You struggle, with no success to get away as he gives your shoulders and back slow kisses. Trying to hit him to get him off of you only gets your hands trapped above your head and more of his weight on you.
“Enough! I don’t want to hurt you… I didn’t want to hurt you.” He says, but you are too out of it to listen properly. All the pain you felt in the last few hours just gives way and you unleash it on him.
“It hurts anyway. Your refusal hurt more than any pain this thing can inflict on me. That’s why I never said anything, I knew you wouldn’t have me, but I’ll take no other so you can go now, you don’t have to do this or stay and watch me go.” You let it all out and end up crying again. He continues to calm you with his touch while he speaks.
“No, ad'ika. It is done now. You belong to me and I will take care of you, whether you like it or not. We can talk about anything and everything else later but let me help you now.” His tone is so gentle, you almost don’t recognise his voice, there is a subtle hint of… No, that cannot be…
“You don’t mean it.” It comes out barely louder than a whisper but he is so close to you he can definitely hear it. Your only answer is a tender kiss to your shoulder before he moves his hand down your front to where you need him the most.
Boba pushes his hips to yours to make you feel his arousal and to shift and put more of his weight on your hips so when he slides through your dripping folds to tease your clit you’d also move into his hand, adding to the pressure on your sensitive nerves.
You aimlessly grab something while arching your back as he starts a slow rhythm to grind on you and at the same time slide up and down between your lower lips to stop at your clit and put pressure on it when his hips push on you too.
“Let go for me.” That’s all it takes to get you completely relaxed against him and you start to move as much as you can to meet him each time. You come once like this, but it’s not nearly enough so you beg him for more and whine loudly when he moves his hand away, only to let out a shriek when he abruptly pushes two thick fingers in you from behind. He sat up and bent your right leg upwards to the side to give him more access. Boba didn’t let go of your hips, rocking you up and down, still pushing you down to grind on the bed with each upward movement. His fingers move expertly, opening you up and reaching that spot every time. You scream as you come for the second time.
“That’s it mesh'la. Come for me.” He helps you along to extend your orgasm as much as possible. When most of the pleasure is gone and you are still in pain, you know this will not be enough.
“More… Boba, more.” You are so breathless you can hardly speak, but he gets it. Boba stands to remove his clothes while admiring your naked body. You raise up a little to look back at him from behind your shoulder, running your gaze along all of him while he stands there waiting for your reaction.
You reach out to him with a smile and he hesitantly takes your hand and lays back on you. When you feel him settle you turn your head and ask for a kiss. He bends down, moving his hand under your jaw to keep you in place while he takes that kiss. He is wild and passionate, you follow his lead and turn as much as you can to deepen the kiss. Meanwhile he sneaks his other hand back to your abused pussy and pinches your clit suddenly, making you scream again, this time muffling the sounds with his lips.
He lets you lie down but otherwise doesn’t let go. His right arm is trapped under you, between your breasts, holding you chin while he grinds his hard cock between your legs and his left hand draws gentle circles around your bud.
Boba starts to slowly push his length into your tight heat but he is too thick, the stretch is too much. He slides into you balls deep when in a jolt, you arch your back so much it almost bends you in half with your ass curving upwards as well. He grunts and slumps against you, fully trapping you under him and staying still for serval seconds before slowly pulling out just a little to push back in. He builds up a steady rhythm from that slow pace, giving you an other mind-blowing orgasm and only grunting again when he feels you tighten around him but never stopping his movements.
When you start to come down a little he gives you three rapid, hard thrust and with the forth upward motion he sits up and takes you with him. You sit on his lap with your legs spread and bent around his as he still delivers those steady, hard thrusts up into you.
You moan his name like a prayer, that is the only word you can get out besides your begging and when that becomes too much as well you turn his name into a plea, continuing to beg for more, which he gladly gives.
He never let your neck go, possessively holding you to him while he fucks you deeply, still teasing your clit and guiding your hips with his other hand.
Your head rest against his shoulder, you grip his arms to hold on as he takes apart your limp body and makes the pain slowly go away. It’s still not enough, though. Something is missing, you need…
“What do you need, my love?” You must have said it out loud but you don’t care at all about that as the question gives you the clarity.
“Come inside me,… please,….I need it. Please, Boba?” He growls, completely losing all rhythm and control. Boba slams into you one last time and you feel his hot cum cool you down completely.
He gently pulls away and lays you down before moving beside you and pulling you to his side.
“What happens now?” You ask as you rest your head against his chest and brush your fingers over his skin absentmindedly.
“Now? We rest, then we move to my quarters to continue. We can take your belongings later.” His answer is so casual your tired mind doesn’t register it at first, but when it gets there you sit up in a sudden motion that makes you dizzy.
He reaches out to brush your cheek, there is no smile on his face but his eyes are lit up with it as he answers to your silent questions.
“I told you, mesh'la. You are mine now. You wanted me, now you have me, all of me, and I’m not planning on letting you go any time soon, because I want all of you in return.”