Cock worship - Boba Fett
My King
Kinktober prompt - Day 18 - Cock worship
Boba Fett x Reader
“Are you planning to bore him to death?” Your comment is addressed to the pompous man who has been talking for long minutes now, standing before the throne, theoretically making his case to the current ruler, in practice, however, he still failed to reach the point of this conversation.
“How dare you? You insult the King’s honoured guest and you insult the King at his own palace by your insolence with this intervention!” Everyone else has gone completely motionless and silent around the room. Despite this loud tirade of the ‘honoured guest’, you stay calm as you turn your attention to the armour-clad figure on the throne.
“Did I insult you, my King?” There’s a little teasing to your question and your lips threaten to curve into a bright smile as you study his body language, which you know better than anyone.
He titles his head just a little and you see his chest expand with a deep breath, you know his helmet hides his amused smirk and laughing eyes. It might have been a bad move to insult the self-important little man who just stands expectedly, waiting for your apology, which he will never receive.
“Then I should beg for forgiveness.” Your attention is on the dangerous man you like to play these games with. It wasn’t your intention to get this commission this far, but you are not about to back down now.
Making your move to the throne, the few people that get in the way, part with the rest of the crowd to stay clear of Boba Fett’s sight as his intense focus seem to be solely on you. Which, for anyone else it probably wouldn’t be a promise of good things.
“Should I be on my knees before you, my King?” You ask, already kneeling between his legs, careful not to prevent his movements in case any of these geniuses had the idea to attack him while he is distracted.
He parts his legs wider so you can inch closer, bringing your hands up cautiously avoiding his weapons and slowly brushing his thighs up and down twice before he reaches down with his non-dominant hand to caress your face.
Boba leans back and you turn a little to face the crowd but able to rest your head on his thigh. Sitting on your legs, in a position from which you could get out of the way if necessary and you caress him while he brushes his hand along your hair.
The picture resembles the former rulers and their slaves but the truth is your relationship is nothing like that, even if some in the room would come to that conclusion. They might underestimate you or your value to Boba but that only serves your advantage if something goes wrong and with this many strangers in the room it is always a possibility.
After a few seconds of silence Boba addresses the man in front of him.
“Go on. And talk faster. I am not interested in your flattery only your business proposal if we ever get to it.” The modulated, gravelly command makes the man jump a little before he collects himself and continues, giving you a nasty glare which you ignore.
“Of course, of course. As I was saying before I was interrupted…”
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“You shouldn’t put yourself at display like that, especially with these people around.” Boba says after everyone has left. You are still sitting the way you had been during the hearings, but you re-arrange yourself a little so you can look up at him as you start to brush along his thighs, getting closer and closer to his undeniably hardened cock.
“But I had to come to your rescue. Don’t tell me you weren’t considering he had ulterior motives with that long ass, boring as hell speech.” Batting your eyelashes at him innocently which has the expected result of making him laugh.
“What am I going to do with you, ad’ika?” He asks with a sigh and brushes your cheek with one hand after he took of his gloves, just like he did when you first sat down before him. This time you take his hand in yours and nuzzle into it before turning your had and pressing a kiss to his palm.
“Nothing I wouldn’t like.” You reply with a mischievous glint in your eyes and a smirk tugging at your lips. Then you move to free him of his pants as you murmur to him. “Maybe you’ll let me properly beg for your forgiveness.”
“Ad’ika, you don’t have to.” Boba says as you grip his thick length as best as you can and move your hand up and down on him as you speak.
“Shh, I want to.” You reach out to brush your other hand over his chest in a shooting gesture. “I want to worship you, my King.” Proving your intent, you press a delicate kiss to his leaking tip and swipe your tongue over the slit, humming deeply at his familiar taste. “You deserve to be taken care of too, you know.” The statement is a gentle reminder that he can trust you to take care of him and that you are more than willing to do anything he desires from you.
“Will you let me?” You ask, giving him another kitten-like lick. He grunts and nods before he leans back to enjoy the relief you’re providing.
“Did I make you that hard, my King?” You are pumping faster now, sucking on his tip, hollowing your cheeks as you squeeze him a little tighter.
“Don’t push your luck, mesh’la.” His voice is breathless. Boba tangles his fingers in your hair to guide your movements up and down on his pulsating cock, but not pushing you down any further than you were moving before.
“But you enjoy the game too, my King.” You came off of him with a pop and a string of saliva and pre-cum connecting your you to him before you lick your lips.
“Stop that or this will be over before you even began!” You know what he means and you know he’ll deliver a punishment later for disobeying him, but you can’t help yourself with your response and you like his punishments anyway so deep down you might be trying to rile him up on purpose.
“Stop what, my King?” You barely have time to take him in your mouth before he comes with a strangled curse. Swallowing it all, you suck on him while his cum fills you, then you swirl your tongue around his tip, gently helping him through his sudden orgasm.
He let go of your hair and grips the edge of the throne’s armrests as he jerks into you a few more times. When he can move again, he takes off the helmet and places it on the armrest.
“More!”Boba’s demand surprises you but you are happy to obey your King. You take him in your hand and start with the tip again, rolling your tongue around it before carefully brushing your teeth against the sides, taking him in your mouth and even deeper when he pushes in as a reaction to the feeling of your teeth.
You give the head of his cock one last kiss before moving to pepper kisses along the underside of his length until you reach his heavy balls. Taking one into you your mouth as much as you can makes it fit and massaging the other and his cock with your hands. You feel them tighten so you go back to giving kisses all over his member, then licking a broad path from the base to the darkened tip you push down on him, taking all of him in one move.
Brushing your hands over his thighs again, you stay like that for a long moment. Throat bulging, losing air as you hollow your cheeks and suck, then pressing your tongue flat against him and relaxing it as you gulp around the intrusion.
With eyes closed, you hold this position for a little longer as you reach out and guide his hand on the back of your head so he can control your pace. Starting to bob your head slowly, letting him out almost entirely before moving back to take it all over again. He ruts into your mouth in sync with the motions of his hand guiding you and you let him do whatever he wants.
You want to make him come like that again but your King has other ideas.“Come here.” It’s a growling command as he rips you off of his cock and pulls you up so he can take of your soaked panties. You caress his face while he concentrates on making you available for what he’ll do next.
The dress can’t be stretched enough so he rips at the sides until they are torn enough that you can sit on him and ride his thick member. You take him in one move like you did with your throat but he doesn’t wait this time and grabs your hip to start bouncing you up and down as he fucks up into you.
Your back arches until you are almost laying on his legs and the new position lets him hit something in you that makes you so wet you can feel it drip between your joined bodies. Your walls are clenching around him and Boba grits his teeth to keep going until your back snaps upwards and your body goes rigid. The walls of your pussy tighten around him in rhythmic waves and that drags him over the edge. He slams into you as deep as he can and paints your walls with his cum, making your orgasm heighten again as you scream. “Boba.”
You just sit there unmoving, besides the gentle brushes and featherlight kisses you exchange in your calm and glowing state. Then something you’ve been holding down comes out in a whisper.
“I love you.” Not daring to look at him, you keep drawing circles on his chest plate with your fingers, but his not having it. Raising your head by your chin, he wants you to look into his eyes as he says his next words.
“I love you, my Queen.” It’s so typical of Boba to do this the unconventional way. You never really imagined you would get married and certainly never daydreamed about how the proposal would be like, but you also never could have guessed it will be done with the first declaration of love while he is still inside you after you just fucked in a practically public place.
None of that troubles you at the moment when you whisper your agreement against his lips. “My King”