Kinktober 2021

Defiant

Kinktober prompt - Day 21 - A/B/O

Mand'alor!Boba Fett x Reader (Alpha!Boba x Beta!Reader)

The new Mand'alor sat on his throne, contemplating to challenge one of the idiots in his council and let them win. He understands now why Djarin chose that path with Bo-Katan, even if she was completely unfit for the job.

Oh, how he missed the simple life at the palace on Tattooine. At least, there, if someone wanted him dead they would be kind enough to not drag it out. These vultures, lead by the still prideful red-head, think they can overthrow him. They think he wouldn’t see their scheming from lightyears away. Idiots, he wasn’t the best bounty hunter in the Galaxy for nothing.

Boba decided to entertain the vultures, see what they were up to. Soon, the most loyal to Bo-Katan, a young beta male in blue and yellow armour reveals their trap.

“The Mand'alor is required to have an heir or at least a mate to be recognised by the matriarchs.” He explains the ‘issue’ with the order of those females who hold most of the knowledge about their world and its customs. They were kept safe to preserve everything that was Mandalorian.

“And I assume you have candidates already?” Boba grovels at him, conveying that he is not happy with the idea.

“That’s where the problem lies.” Bo-Katan speaks for the first time on her own rather than using her puppets. “All the suitable omegas are gone.” Boba decides to take the bait and see where this is going.

“Gone?” He asks, clearly finding this amusing. “You do realise I’m not a bounty hunter anymore?”

“They were taken to Dathomir. I wasn’t able to stop it.” Boba didn’t expect her to acknowledge a mistake, ever. This is going to be fun.

“So I should correct your failings, then?” He can’t help but push it a little, but continues before she can answer. “You want me to go there and fight an enemy you know nothing about?”

“We know she is a witch and we know where she stays on that cursed planet.” Her frustration getting the better of her temporary but there is something else there, something personal behind that anger now.

“And why are you so eager to help me secure my rule?” The question is legit, given that she challenged him when he refused to bow and obey her whims and he unfortunately ended up defeating and humiliating her, at least according to her. The truth is, Boba couldn’t care less about the nasty-tempered alpha but he would never swear loyalty to anyone and she knew that very well, so this is all on her.

“I want my people united, if our own gets stolen away and we do nothing, we are not Mandalorians.” And that’s the nail in his coffin, or he assumed that’s what she thinks of this poor challenge. All right, Boba thinks, let’s play this game again princess.

“Is it just a lone little witch we are against?” The mocking is still very much present, he doesn’t think he can ever talk to her any other way.

She confirms with an aggressive nod and the Mand'alor orders her to prepare a team no more than four members of the best fighters and she should include herself in that too.

•

They found you quickly, you were not hiding after all. Sitting outside of the entrance of the old temple-like building, it was like you were waiting for them. Boba had his fair share of Jedi quarries, he knows the extent of their abilities and he will not underestimate you even though he is not here to fight.

You are covered by a hood and you seemingly don’t pay any attention to them as you tinker with something in your hand. The ex-bounty hunter sizes you up, assessing your subtle movements and changes of scent.

He thinks that you are either very confident in your abilities or Bo-Katan’s assessment of a mad, evil witch is true. Either way, the little witch is a beta, he concludes, and even in the presence of half a dozen alphas she won’t show any sign of submission or fear.

Boba liked you already, you would have been a great challenge if he still hunted your kind and there is nothing that he yearns more than some exciting challenge.

When they get close enough it’s you who speaks first, again, not exhibiting any traits of a submissive beta your presentation and petite from suggests you to be. Your voice is firm and power, though not the power from your designation, is present in the air all around you.

“If you are here to fight again, you should turn around while you still have some dignity.” You speak to the female alpha by his side, who is just a step behind him to show some respect for his title.

“I brought a white flag.” She waves it like she is educating a child. “See? We come in peace.” The statement is as mocking as yours and there is that familiar arrogance and spitefulness laced in her tone that Lady Kryze seems to own like no other in the galaxy.

“Someone should have told you I’m colour-blind.” You turn to them for the first time, lifting your head but not your covers. Still, they can see as your eyes flash for a second, they are bright blue seemingly lacking a pupil, almost as pale as a blind man’s Boba ones seen.

Of course, your passive-aggressive and dominating display gets on Bo-Katan short tempered nature and she rushes to attack you but you ditch the small device you were holding and also launch in her direction. Both of you take no more than two steps when you raise your hand and the red-head is frozen into place, your hold on her getting more suffocating as you squeeze your hand tighter and tighter.

“Easy there, little one.” Boba steps between the two of you, careful not to touch and push you over the edge. He wants your attention and he wants to test your limits without provoking a fight. You let go a little but not letting him dominate you by fully accepting his command.

You stood your ground, not looking away, not backing down even when his presence overwhelmed you. It’s only a few seconds but there is a battle between you that makes it seem like hours for him. He is mesmerised by you and he didn’t even see your face yet.

“Are we on the terms of giving nicknames, Mand'alor?” Your tone is not mocking anymore, it turned to teasing as you let go of your captive and tilt your head to the side, clasping your hands behind your back, feigning innocence.

“You know who I am?” Boba asks, willing you to reveal your face, hoping you would bend that much before his curiosity gets the better of him.

“Oh, I know exactly who you are.” Your tone changing again, becoming almost flirty with a teasing edge. And you obey his silent demand, removing your hood as you look him right in the eyes. “And I know why she lured you here. But I expected a smaller army or, well, something more, especially after the last time I put your princess in her place. I must say, I’m quite offended you thought this will be enough to take me down.”

Boba just looks at you for a second, taking in your futures, trying to determine your species but you must be a mixed-blood because he can’t place those eyes and your other markings. He is quick to answer though, making sure it comes out with disdain at those assumptions. “She is not my princess and I’m not a threat to you, that’s why I had no intention to bring more fighters.”

“You…?” You laugh and the sound is almost angelic, making him even more lost in your presence. “You, Boba Fett, would be a threat all on your own, stripped of your armour and weapons, with your hands tied behind your back.” The recognition of his power and your unusual way of complimenting him amuses him to no end. He asks for your name, stating that it’s only fair to introduce yourself since you know his name already. You answer him with a smile, telling your name quietly, which he repeats like it’s a prayer.

“What’s going on here?” The still breathless Lady Kryze interrupts with a bewildered expression.

“You failed. Again. That’s what’s happening. Be a good pet and keep your mouth shut while the grown ups talk, would you?” Oh, so you have a temper too, Boba thinks with a smirk, but he finds that he likes it coming from you. There is something protective-natured about all your actions and he can’t help but think what would you be like by his side, as his adoring, loyal, fierce mate.

Before Kryze could try to attack again he growls at her, forcing her back with his commanding presence, but the action also makes the others bow behind him in a submissive stance, everyone except you. He can see it takes a great effort and he really doesn’t want to hurt you so he lets go for your sake.

“Why did you take the omegas?” Boba directs the conversation back to the point. He needs to know your aim before he can deal with you.

“Is that what she told you?” You give an amused, provoking glance to the woman at his right, forcing him to repeat the power display. At which he catches a faint scent from you that suspiciously resembles arousal. Before he can investigate that, it’s gone and you continue talking. “I took nothing, they came running to the big bad witch.”

“Why?” He expects a simple answer, but he will have to learn not to make assumptions with you.

“Why don’t you ask them?” You invite him into the temple where the omegas live now, glaring at the others when they try to follow, making them halt and Boba chuckle then he nods to them to stay outside.

The women he passes by look at Boba with fear and he is not sure he wants to know why. You lead him to a couple of young women and they explain to him that under the short rule of Bo-Katan they were treated like possession, a prize with no will that could be given to any male she deemed worthy of reward.

Boba tries to hold his anger so not to frighten them but he can barely manage, that is until he feels your hand brushing against his back in a soothing gesture.

He calms down and thinks for a second it’s one of your tricks but he experienced mind tricks before and it doesn’t feel like you are doing anything to him that way. So he enjoys the moment and finds it easy to calm down knowing you are there for him too.

The Mand'alor makes an oath to the omegas around, that as long as he is on the throne, everyone will be treated equally and he asks if anyone wants to return home under his protection. They all look at you but they only receive a shrug and a quick lift of your eyebrows, your expression otherwise unreadable. You don’t revoke your protection but they can feel that you wouldn’t mind if they had left you alone. What you told them a hundred times still applies, you will not decide for them.

They all take the offer and get to the ship they arrived on, with the two of you following them. Boba has sent the two of his man back on their own. Bo-Katan had to stay, showing her support in the Mand'alor’s decision which she obviously despises and waiting for the judgement for her crimes as Boba intends to punish her and make an example of her, within reason unfortunately.

•

The two of you are standing on the side, watching the others prepare for the short journey. “Why did you come here, knowing it was a setup?” You refer to the half-assed trap they set for him. There is no trace of the previous playfulness you constantly displayed in differing degrees. This sudden seriousness on you turns your features even more alluring. You still radiate power and Boba is getting drunk on the feeling of you so close to him.

“I wanted to find out the truth.” He steps closer to you as he speaks, forcing you to look up at him.

You shake your head, looking away, feeling his intense gaze fixed on you. “No, I mean what did she do to convince you?” Boba huffs and stays silent for a moment, which makes you think you will not get an answer, so you nod subtly and start to turn away when he speaks.

“She made the matriarchs refuse to accept me as the new ruler until I get myself a mate. Then she presented the story of the heinous witch who took the defenceless omegas.” He started with that strained voice, his mood obviously weighted down by all this unnecessary power-struggle, but when he gets to the witch part his amusement returns. You still can’t look at him while he studies you, so you turn your gaze and it lands on the princess who is still seething anger.

“Why do you keep that poisonous snake around?” Boba doesn’t have to look to know who you are referring to.

“I need someone on my council who is not afraid to confront me.” He tells you the simple truth as he dares to catch your chin between his two fingers and lifts your head in his direction, demanding your full attention again.

“You should find someone else.” You whisper, not meaning it to come out as the suggestion it ended up to be.

“I think I already found her.” He answers, expressing his desire to have you by his side.

You frown at him and look away again. He lets you step back, thinking you are about to refuse him but you quiet answer confuses him. “If you want me, you’ll have to take me.”

“I would never force…” Boba is angered even at the thought of forcing the mating on someone but you quickly step back into his personal space and place your hand on his chest to stop him from continuing.

“I know. That’s not what I meant.” Your lips pull into a playful smirk and you lift your eyebrow at him in a challenging way.

“You want to fight me?” Biting your lip seductivly you shrug as you answer to him.

“Why not? It will be fun.” He huffs at you, finding your challenge exiting. Boba, realising you can only give in to this extent and need the fight as much as he does, accepts and is ready to fight for you. He knows he will have you by the end of this fight. The matriarchs will have their wish come true, the Mand'alor will return with a mate.

•

“You can’t possibly consider taking her as your mate. She’s a beta, even someone like you should have more standards.” Bo-Katan does not hide her opinion on the matter, not caring that all the others present look at her like she has gone mad for playing for disrespecting her leader like that.

“You are on very thin ice, princess. I suggest you keep your thoughts to yourself or I will make you regret every second of your existence.” You hiss at her, ready to make your threat reality when she seems to be getting ready to attack you but Boba steps between you two and brushes your hair behind your ear and takes your cheek in his hand.

“Calm down, little one. Only one fight at the time and you already promised yourself to me.” He makes the last part sound ambiguous on purpose, deep down you both know it is a done deal and this is only a play-fight to calm your defiant nature.

“You realise if I win I get to be the Mand'alor?” You tease him but it makes him think of what that would be like. Boba is half-tempted to let you win, it would be worth it just to see Bo-Katan blow up from anger. He thinks for a moment that maybe he could court you after the fight, but something tells him you wouldn’t take it well if he’d gone easy on you. And the truth is, you tempt him more than anything and he is not willing to risk losing you.

“You realise if I win I’ll claim you right here, in the dirt?” He definitely smells your arousal now and it only makes him smirk, imagining what he would like to do to you when he finally gets the chance.

“Rules?” You ask, starting to circle him in the space the onlookers and the higher rocks around you left for you to fight. He follows your movements, turning with you, never showing his back.

“No magic.” Boba names the only rule he can think of being important in a fight with you, knowing it’s not really a fair request but he is curious of what your reaction will be.

“Hmmm.” You size him up, moving your gaze up and down on his form ever so slowly. “No helmet and jetpack.”

He complies with your terms and you get a look at his face for the first time. Your breath hitches as you take him in and you can’t take your eyes off of him. His scars make him look wild and dangerous but as his eyes find yours they soften and his warm gaze makes you melt on the spot.

You only come to your senses when you hear his black blade active. His expression is teasing, the knowing smirk plastered on his face tells you that he knows exactly how he makes you feel. Narrowing your eyes at him you take out your blade and ignite the almost white lightsaber that’s colour resembles your eyes.

You circle each other, he plays for you to lose your patience and it is a struggle for you as you never had much of that virtue, but you know if you give in and attack first he will easily take you down. You might be more skilled in a fight like this but your knowledge and speed matter nothing if you let him use his experience and strength against you like that.

Boba watches you like you are one of his quarries, contemplating your next move, seeing your struggle as your hand twitch to get the fight started. He decides that your effort of clearly not practiced self-discipline deserves a reward so he indulges you and makes the first move.

Both of you are skilled in your own way, that much is plain to see, you know how to use not just your strengths but the strength of your opponent in a fight. Your blades clash as you guide his strong blows with fluid movements, forcing him to lean in and continue the motion in the way you direct him. He is faster than you anticipated, Boba is mostly using his physical strength to block your attacks but he can just as easily ditch them by speed.

Realising you need to change your tactic as your quick attacks are not enough to gain the upper hand, you start to incorporate more acrobatic moves into your fight and surprising him when you turn on the other end of your blade, grazing his chest piece as he back away, the you switch the handle around to separate your weapon into two lightsabers.

Boba adapts too quickly, so you start to use your body as well, getting in a kick only riles him up. That’s when the both of you start to play dirty, you hit the rock next to him, making sparks fly in his direction, it unsettles him for a second, losing his balance which you want to use to your advantage, but again, he reacts to quickly and ducks, sweeping your legs from under you.

You land on your back with a hard thud, Boba drops his weapon and sits on your middle, grabbing your swords and throwing them away, slipping his hands on your wrists to hold you down.

It all happens in a blink of an eye and you struggle under him but that only manages to make him hard which he shows you by changing his position a little and grinding his hard, long and thick cock into you which makes you moan so loudly it echoes around you.

Glaring at him, you find yourself looking at your beautiful alpha smirking, relishing in his victory. He takes hold of your hands in one of his and moves the other to hold you by your neck possessively.

Smart, wicked man, you think, he knows you would headbutt him or at least bite if you’d reach him. Boba knows exactly how frustrated and impressed you are with him and he doesn’t hesitate to play with you when he gives you a quick peck and nips at your lower lip and gives you a keldabe kiss, resting his forehead on yours while enjoying your closeness for a second.

Boba leans back to look at you, his gaze searching and trying to tell you something at the same time. You only realise what he means when he brushes his hand along your temple and gives you a barely perceivable nod.

Your eyes widen in realisation and you tilt your own head a little, asking, without words, if he is sure and you receive a smile that warms your whole being.

Nudging gently with your mind you ask for permission to see his thoughts and he lets you in without any hesitation. He wished for you to see that he wants you for yourself, he wants you to be his equal, his partner, his riduur, that he doesn’t mind if you cannot give him children like an omega could, he wants you and no-one else and this has nothing to do with his rule or traditions or anyone else but you.

Before you give in, you pull him to your mind in response, showing him how he makes you feel, how you burn for him and that you have no doubts or any regrets about taking him as yours. Then, you bare your neck to him, expecting him to bite you but he only nuzzles and scents you while he is grinding into your clothed, wet pussy.

His free hand slides down to your waits and somehow he lifts you and turns you around so you are in position for the taking. He bends over you and nips at your mating gland before he unceremoniously proceeds to rip off the clothes of your lower half.

Boba can see your glistening folds but cannot take his time exploring you as he wishes because he doesn’t want the others around you to see his mate. He frees his aching length from his pants and covers you again. Sliding between your lower lips to collect your slick and tease you some more.

You arch into him, baring your neck again, demanding more while showing submission. The adoration he feels for you expands into something more at that moment and he knows he has chosen well.

He slides into you slowly, listening to your shuddering breaths and little whimpers. Boba rests more of his weight on you as he stills when he settles being fully inside you. When your breathing seems more regular he starts to move slowly but you are not having it. You move against him, whining when he doesn’t start to speed up.

“Stop holding back!” You growl at him and start to struggle in his grip, trying to free your hand.

“I will not break you, little one, doesn’t matter how sweet you ask.” You know what he means, betas are not built to take alphas, he thinks you cannot take all of him, that you are more fragile in that regard than an omega but you will prove him wrong.

“I can take it. Give in, Alpha. Let go.” He growls at you in warning, squeezes your hips when you try to move again, stilling his own movements as well. But you will not back down on this.

“You should have realised by now I’m not like most betas.” You whisper to him, turning your head and arching your back to brush your cheek against him. Boba lets go of your hands, grabs you by your hair and smashes a brutal kiss on your lips which you gladly return and deepen.

He breaks the kiss and looks into your eyes, silently asking if you are sure? You nuzzle his nose with yours and smile at him.

“Trust me, I’m not that delicate, you will not break me.” He kisses you again with the same intensity but a bit more gently this time before he lets go of you to pull you up to your knees. He tells you quietly to let him know if it hurts and at your nod he starts to hammer into you with all his strength.

Your moans and whimpers turn into pleasured screams as he takes you properly this time. He is not holding back, mating you savagely, not caring about the gasps in your audience. He fucks you through your first orgasm and the second that quickly follows, then he changes his quick thrusts into a slower but still just as hard pace.

Boba knows he cannot hold back much longer, so he bends down to you again, nipping at your neck and asks one more time if you are sure you can take him. You give him a breathless but confident yes, so he snaps his hips into you, forcing his knot inside and reaching his orgasm a moment after feeling your tight walls squeezing him.

His knot caught inside you, he comes with a loud growl that you can feel vibrate against your whole body. Boba was waiting for this, he has chosen that moment to sink his teeth into you, mating you in front of all the witnesses.

He keeps coming in you, his knot pulsating as his cum fills you more and more. This will go on for a while so when he can calm down in a few breaths, he straightens and looks around for anyone to challenge his claim on you.

Your audience bows their heads in acknowledgement of your bonding and they leave the two of you some privacy while you are stuck together so intimately.

“I’m yours. What now?” You purr to him, bending around and stealing another kiss. Basking in the feeling of being in the embrace of your loving mate.

“Now, ad'ika?” He slides his hand beneath you from your hips through your middle until he takes hold of your chin again, he pecks your lips one more time before he pulls you into a sitting position, arranging the remaining of your robes to cover you while his knot still locks you together.

“We go home, where I can get properly acquainted with my new mate.” Boba says, pressing a kiss to your mark which will show everyone that you belong to him.