Little Brat

PEDRO PASCAL in THE SIXTH GUN (2013)

bowen out here living my dream.

why is Rogue One simultaneously the best most uplifting thing for your mental health and also the worst most devastatingly life-shattering thing for your mental health

Miss You

Firstly, thank you so much for the love and enjoying the little preview. I am feeling slightly better, I think real life stress was getting the better of me and with lock-down rules constantly changing it just became a bit much, haha.

Since everyone was so amazing I wanted to gift you with the completed version :D

Summary: Reader has been feeling lonely and lost since the capture of Grogu. With Din being solely focused on looking for him he has overlooked those in front of him. Step up Boba to help you and to also show Din how much you've missed him.

Warnings: Explicit 18+, Unprotected Sex, Slight Sad Thoughts

"That blaster is going to disappear if you clean it anymore, cyar'ika"

Your hands froze as you lifted your head to look up at your host who had been kind enough to take you and Din in when the child was taken.

"Sorry, I wasn't really paying attention."

Boba Fett sat down on the container that you were on, "A woman with a blaster in her hand, not paying attention, I know how that scenario ends all too well."

You allowed a small smile to form on your face as you double checked that the safety was on and placed the blaster down next to you.

“So, care to explain to me why you have been down here for the past few hours?”

“I was just bored,” you lied, keeping your eyes glued onto your lap.

“I never thought anyone who had to travel with me would be boring.”

You bit your lower lip, trying not to let your emotions show but Boba was no idiot.

“How about you tell me what is actually wrong?”

You rubbed your hands nervously over your thighs back and forth, “It is Din and Grogu,” you whispered, “I feel like I have failed Din by not being able to protect him.”

Boba grabbed your hand to stop your annoying movements, “None of us could, this burden isn’t yours alone.”

You ran your other hand through your hair, frustrated looking up at the metal ceiling, “I know,” you tried to swallow the lump that was forming in your throat, “It’s just, I think maybe a part of Din feels that I am. He hasn’t been really talkative lately, and I know he is absolutely terrified for him and so am I but,” you actually gripped his hand harder. Somehow Boba being there gave you the strength to continue.

When Boba had met the both of you and offered to aid you in getting Grogu back he didn’t say a word or judged you two. He didn’t question Din’s way but through that Din was actually comfortable taking it off around him too. He even could crack a joke here and there and he used the same pet names on you as Din did. Din said it was because it was kinda a way of showing they were now a pact or something, you still couldn’t fully grasp all the ways Din followed.

Boba’s appearance didn’t frighten you or revolt you as he had initially thought. You had heard rumours about how he had looked before but you couldn’t expect a man to look his best after defeating death.

“But?”

“But...I need him to know I am there for him and I need him too,” you whimpered, “I just want him to hold me, I want to feel him close to me again. He barely sleeps, I am usually eating alone and it just hurts so much,” you couldn’t fight a few tears that had fallen, “I miss him,”

You sniffled and cleared away the tears, “I am sorry, I am probably sounding horribly selfish,”

Boba tilted your chin to look at him, his brown eyes showed compassion and concern, “Princess, I see how you take care of him, hell you immediately decided to take care of Fennec and I in whichever way you could and you owe us nothing.”

He shifted closer to you, you took in the warmth of his body and noticed just how much wider he was then Din. His muscles hardened with age, slightly soft in some areas but it made him...him. You leaned in closer to him, “I just need to feel wanted and whole again, even for a brief moment. Just to be in the moment, you know?”

Boba looked at you as you tried to put your argument together. You seemed so lost and unfortunately he didn’t really know how to express through words how to help you or help others period. So, he did the only thing he thought would work. He whispered your name, shushing you as he brought one hand to your cheek and the other loosely around your waist pulling you in.

You nuzzled immediately into his hand, "Oh princess," you closed your eyes, soaking in the feeling. His hands were rougher than Din's, fingers thicker too. You knew this wasn't Din but you didn't care. Your body hurt more as you took in his heat, inhaling deeply his smelt of blaster powder and the desert.

"What has that silly Mandalorian done to you?" He leaned into you, his nose brushing against yours as his lips ghosted over you. You sighed into his touch as he left fairy light kisses on your forehead, cheeks and slowly back to your tempting lips. "Leaving a pretty little thing like you so touch starved"

You sniffled slightly as you felt the familiar ache in your chest return.

"Oh no, little one," he tilted your chin and brought his lips to yours. Your eyes widened as you felt something awaken inside you, the yearning you had been feeling melted away as you reached to pull Boba in closer. His kisses weren't as soft or gentle as Din's. Boba was a selfish lover as he nipped at your lips, demanded entrance with his tongue, his grip on your chin tight. He was clearly in control here.

You were able to pull away, your breathing ragged. You looked at with eyes glazed over

"Boba...I need you," you begged, trying to move closer to him.

"How do you need me, princess?" His mouth had wandered over your neck and down to your collarbone. His warm breath left trails of searing goosebumps as you burned for more.

You arched your back like a loth cat, mewling as you slammed back down on Boba's cock. Your body was singing as you continued to chase that high, that itch that you missed so much. Grasping onto the man below you, his low grunts urging you to go catch it. To go get the thing you deserved.

"Make me feel whole again."

**********

You froze when you heard the door hiss open, Boba continued to rock against you paying the new visitor no mind.

"Mesh'la what is going on here?" You barely heard Din as your pulse drummed through you and Boba's praise as he hit that soft spot inside of you.

"She was missing you," Boba responded before you could fumble your words together.

"D-Din I-"

"Show me," he rasped as his rough leather hands scratched at your breasts as he approached behind you.

You tried to lean into his body but he had already pulled away from you and sat on the couch in the room. Leaving him with a perfect view.

"Put on a pretty little show and show me how much you missed me."

You nodded to Din as you ground your hips against Boba's. Looking back at Boba, you took his large hands and placed them on your breasts. His hands nearly enveloped your chest as he gently massaged them.

"Suck, please," you purred. Boba grinned at you, deciding to make this a game to him.

"Suck on what, princess?"

"H-her nipples," Din groaned, he had removed his armor and had unzipped his flight suit and was fisting his cock.

"They are very sensitive."

Boba sat up, adjusting you on his cock plunging in deeper as he took one nipple in his mouth. His brown eyes looking at you as he sucked till it had hardened and then circled his tongue around your nipple

"I miss having you inside me, look how wet his cock is from my juices," you whimpered as you cradled Boba's head. You lifted your hips just till only the head of his cock was inside. Making sure to pause for Din to have a view and sliding back down onto him.

You heard Din groan, "Your pussy looks like it is stretched to its limit, mesh'la "

Boba ceased his ministrations on you as he flipped you onto your back. Hiking your legs higher above his waist he had a clear view of you. Pleasure coarsed up your spine and bloomed in your chest.

"She was feeling empty. I was simply more than happy to oblige," Boba purred, as he kissed you deeply again, choking a sob out of you.

"I miss being under you, feeling your weight envelop me. I miss- fuck Boba! Yes right there oh god don't stop!"

Boba had clearly become impatient and began fucking you again. Your cunt was like a vice around him and even though he had initially done it to get a quick fuck out if you, you were too precious to be taken only once.

"Come on, girl," he grunted as he kept his pace, "Why don't you remind him how you look when you cum"

You gripped his shoulders, grinning up at him as you felt the familiar tingle starting from your toes and flooding through your body. You tried to match his thrusts but your body was like jelly and you couldn't catch a rhythm.

"I'm so close," you closed your eyes, resting your forehead against his. You were in limbo, your body was weightless amongst the onslaught of Bobas movements, your chest burned with the ache you had for Din and the new found emotions for Boba, knowing that this was going to change the dynamics for good.

"Cum for him, cyar'ika," Din was now fully unclothed, standing upright near you and trying to chase his own release.

"Cum, little one. Let go. I will make sure you don't fall too hard." Boba whispered hotly in your ear, "I want to feel you."

You bit your lower lip,scrunching your face focusing on you and only you. One slight change in angle which allowed Boba to brush up against your clit was all that you needed. You threw your head back, calling Boba's name you finally reached your peak. Your breath was sucked out of you as every part of you tensed and released all at once, shuddering and fluttering around Boba

"Yes, that's my girl,what a fucking pretty sight. " Din drawled out the last words as he felt his own release, it was messy as it coated his hands and splashed up onto his stomach. He did not take notice as his seed dripped onto the floor, as he was too entranced by the two of you.

"Beautiful," Boba murmured into your soft, now tangled locks. "Where do you want me, princess?"

"Inside," Din responded for you. You looked at Din, slightly surprised but you could see that he was enjoying the show quite a bit.

You turned to look at Boba, "Inside, please. I need you to fill me."

Boba did not need to be told a third time as his thrusts were wavering, slamming particularly harsh into you before releasing deep inside. Din could see the throb of his cock as he pumped into you, you moaning at every pulse.

Boba rested his head on your chest, your hearts beating erratically together. You held him close, tracing softly along his back, praising him for how amazing it felt. With one last kiss, he slid out of you.

"I think she has one more in her, don't you think, Din?" He asked, as he sat up and swung to the foot of the cot.

You looked at Din through thick lashes, as you held out your hand to him. He took it, bringing it to his face, rubbing it along his stubble, kissing it softly as he leaned over you, never letting go.

“I am sorry, cyar'ika,” he whispered as he kissed your lashes, his voice trembling.

You pulled him close, as he aligned himself with you, sheathing himself within you. You felt the tears at the corner of your eyes, “No Din,” you half moaned, half sobbed, “I am sorry,”

He fit perfectly, he wasn’t as wide as Boba but he was able to reach those places that no one could before him.

You both became one, your limbs intertwining with each other. Gifting each other with kisses, chasing away each other’s tears. Words did not need to be said in this moment for how you two had missed this moment so much. The ache in both your hearts resided as you retraced every known scar, dip in your bodies and every little birthmark.

His rough stubble against your neck as he panted against you, trying to pull you down into another release, grounded you. It was a reminder that he was still here and he had not left you. His hands around your back pressing into him as he brought you both to your peaks was a silent promise that he was going to try to be there for you, always.

You arched your back, crying out as that familiar feeling quickly returned. You felt Boba stroke your hair as he whispered for you to cum.

He looked up at Din, “Remind her what she has been missing, Mando,” he ordered, “Claim her as yours again.”

Din sputtered and cursed a ‘yes, sir,’ as he finished inside you as you came one last time. Being already full thanks to Boba this one was messy as your juices easily dripped out of you as Din gently thrusted to come down from his high.

He collapsed in your arms, kissing the dip in your collarbone, thanking you and apologizing all at once.

“With the Child being gone, I got so focused...” he explained as you stroked his messy locks, kissing him between words.

“Din, it is alright. We will bring him back.” You whispered into his hair, inhaling deeply taking in his scent.

Din sat up from you, laughing as you winced slightly as he pulled out.

“A bit much?”

You shook your head, smiling.

Boba had left for the refresher coming back with two damp towels. He threw one at Din and then gently cleaned up the mess between your legs being extra careful around your swollen lips.

Din cleaned himself and tossed it to the side. You looked at both men as you got up and unfolded the extra cot. Without a word you rearranged the bedrolls so your back wouldn't dig into the metal edges between the two.

You looked at Boba as Din was putting on some sleeping pants.

"Stay, Boba. Please."

Boba and Din kinda gave each other a look, you weren't sure what was going on between the two but it seemed like they were trying to figure this whole new dynamic out.

"I sleep on the left," they both said at the same time.

"Respect your elders, Din," Boba argued.

“This is my room,” Din spat back.

"And my ship!"

Boba dimmed the lights as Din got in (he got the right side btw) and Boba followed after. You pressed your back up against Boba holding his hand that he draped over your waist. You felt the rise and fall of his broad chest against your bareback. You gave him a soft kiss as Din placed you on slightly his chest, your other hand in his.

You flopped onto the now larger makeshift cot, "Both of you can sleep on the floor for all I care," as you curled up under the blankets, “I am going to sleep.”

Din and Boba stopped as they saw your small form in bed.

You felt yourself finally drifting off, “Thank you,” you whispered, pulling the two boys closer to you. The last thing you felt before falling asleep was both of them placing soft kisses on your head and murmuring words of promises to never let you feel alone again.

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Blurred Lines - Chapter Three: Ethereal

Word count: 6.9k

Warnings: oof we really bumped it up from the last chapter let’s see grinding/dry humping, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), praise kink, one single female x female kiss, mentions of bisexualism, some fluff

Summary: After landing on Coruscant, you decide to go out to eat before working the job you landed for. Seeing you dance with others makes Din a bit more possessive over you, and he finds himself getting carried away when you voice your feelings for him.

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The first realization you have when you open your eyes is that you’re completely alone in the darkness of Mando’s metal bunk. Your eyebrows furrow down as you frown. How did he get up without waking you? Why didn’t he wake you? Your inquiries cease when you remind yourself of the incredibly intimate moment you shared with the Mandalorian just hours ago. He finally expressed his feelings to you. He opened himself up to you more than he ever has before. In his own way, he showed you how special you’ve become to him.

You sit up and feel your way around the bunk until your fingers fall on the control pad. You press the button to retract the door, revealing to you the very empty hull. It’s dark still, only illuminated by the faint glow of buttons scattered along the ship’s interior. There’s the slight hum that you’ve become quite familiar with. You’re still in hyperspace, which is fitting. Mando did say it would take a few days to get there. Your feet settle on the cold floor as you scan your surroundings. You decide it’s best to get ready for the day before going up to see him and the child, so you slide out of the bunk to grab your bags before heading to the ‘fresher.

When you visit the bathroom, you’re pleasantly surprised by your reflection. Your bruise has faded and after removing the bandage, you see a healed wound on your outer arm. Maybe a shower wouldn’t be such a bad idea, it’s been a couple days since you’ve had one. Lucky for you the Crest has an enormous water tank, so you take your time. The hot water feels amazing against your skin, and your ribs are officially back to their natural tone. Suddenly, you smell the scent that engulfed Mando’s bunk, and your eyes shoot open. There’s no way he’d come in here while you’re bathing. You quickly realize it’s his soap sitting along the shelf of the wall. Something about that scent excites you beyond reason. Its smell is so comforting and clean, you make sure to embed it into your memory.

“Hey,” you say as the door to the cockpit slides open.

Stepping inside, you see the little one nestled in his pram, and surprisingly, he’s playing with one of his newer toys. When his large eyes meet yours, he squeals and reaches for you. One of your favorite sights in the entire galaxy. After picking the child up, you stride over to the man sitting in the pilot’s chair. You scan his movements and notice that he’s punching in new coordinates.

“Are we changing course?”

“We’re running low on fuel, and there’s a planet close by. I’ve done some jobs there before. Figured we could stop and earn some extra credits on our way.” he turns his visor slightly, looking back towards you. “You up for that?”

“Yeah of course! Nevarro has been painfully dull lately, I’m dying to work a new job.”

He goes on to tell you that he’s contacted an old friend of his on Coruscant. The contact’s name is Aian, and he’s the leader of an organization aimed at targeting and destroying Imperial outposts stationed across the planet. Apparently, Aian and his associates plan to rendezvous at a currently undisclosed location on the outskirts of the city with a group that claims to have information on an Imperial base. You and Mando will serve as extra security.

“Seems like an easy job, but nothing is ever easy on Coruscant.” He explains. “We’ll be landing in about an hour. They’ll contact us with more information once we land. The engagement will happen tomorrow morning.”

Sounds like a plan, now all you have to do is relax and wait to get there. And while you wait, you decide to sit down and bounce the little green critter in your lap. He giggles as he tries his best to hang on to his small metal car.

“Hey buddy, I missed you lately! How’ve you been since you’ve been away? Have you been bored without me? Well, I’ve been bored without you, let me tell ya.”

He stares up at you with such focus, you could swear he knew the meaning of each and every word that left your mouth. Sometimes he’d even babble back to you, and you wonder if one day you’ll be credited for teaching him how to speak. Once you’re done catching him up on your recent endeavors, or rather, lack thereof, you wonder if he’s been fed. Mando’s gotten used to feeding the child while piloting the Crest, so he’s stored some food up here for him.

“You want a snack?” you ask, holding up a bag of his favorite fruit after rummaging through the small storage bin stashed under your seat. Without hesitation, it flies through the air and into his little palms as he erupts with laughter.

“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” you chuckle before turning to his dad. “Why didn’t you wake me when you got up?”

“I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Oh…” you say, pondering his response. Your thoughts lead you to reminisce in last night’s memories once again. It’s still so hard to believe that the Mandalorian was armor-less and cuddled up against you, it almost seems like it could have all been a dream.

“It wouldn’t have bothered me.” You reply, smiling sweetly even though he can’t see it. After a few moments of silence, you find yourself become curious to learn more about him.

“Did you have any dreams?” you wonder.

“Dreams?”

“Yeah, did you dream at all last night?”

“No… I, I don’t think I ever dream.” He states, his voice lingering with uncertainty.

“What? Really? That must be, well… kind of boring.” You huff out a laugh.

“Well, what do you dream about?”

“It depends. Last night I hardly dreamt at all, I could barely even sleep.” At this he turns his chair around to face you.

“Were you… not comfortable?” he sounds sad almost, and definitely unsure of himself. Both emotions you’ve hardly ever seen him express.

“No!” you reach out, placing a hand on his knee while balancing the child on yours. “Last night was so nice, I…. I loved it. I guess I was just surprised you did all of that. It took a minute for it to set in.”

“Do you… not want me to do that again?” his voice hesitates as he speaks, clearly treading through unknown territory. This is your chance to reciprocate his affections.

“I loved being that close to you.” You want him to do that again so badly, but you don’t want to push your luck. “I want you to do whatever makes you comfortable.” You express your feelings to him as genuinely as you can while staring at his visor with kind eyes.

“I’m comfortable with you.” He nods forward slightly at the last word, his voice quieter than before. You smile gently at him as your chest squeezes with joy. When you’d accepted his offer to join him on this mission, you had no idea it would go in this direction, but you’re thrilled it has.

You realize once you land that it’s only midafternoon and you have an entire day to kill before settling in for the night. Mando’s landed the Crest just outside the city walls, which you’re thankful for. You’re close enough to the edge of the city that you’re likely not far from the rendezvous location, but you’re far enough away to not be bothered by the crowds of people you hear in the distance. He’s also managed to land near a wooded area, providing a small amount of coverage.

“Are you hungry?” Mando asks, turning his seat around again to face you.

“Yeah, I could eat.” you poke your finger under the child’s chin, giving him a few tiny tickles. “You’re probably still full. You ate three bags of that fruit!”

“We can eat the food I’ve stored here, or we could head into town.”

“Aren’t we low on credits?” You don’t want to spend too much of his money unnecessarily, but the idea of going out to eat does actually sound pretty nice.

“Not too low.” He responds, likely reading the tinge of excitement in your voice. You grin up at him after thinking for a moment.

“Then… let’s eat out.”

You are beyond excited he agreed to go out for the night. You and Mando never did things like this during your past trips, and on Nevarro, you rarely went out. Other than going to work and then to the bars with Cara, you usually stayed at home. It has been years since your last visit an actual restaurant or anything nicer than the side street dive bars on the planet you’ve grown to call home.

When landing, you saw bits and pieces of the city. The streets were lit up with colorful lights as lively music danced through the air, it looked beautiful and so enjoyable. Because of this, you make sure to grab your nicest set of robes. You’d packed them just in case you came across a rare situation where you’d need the fancy attire, and you’re thanking your past self for having the foresight to do so.

Your most decorative robe is gently tucked inside a small box at the bottom of your backpack. You pull it out and hold it in front of you, admiring the delicate fabric. This outfit has fewer pieces than your daily sets, and the robe is also longer. The robe flows down over your body, nearly to your feet as it hides your short, strapless dress underneath; both pieces a deep, midnight black. Silver gems line the edges of the fabric, and you bet they’ll shine brightly under the city’s multicolored lights.

After dressing yourself and tying the laces of your black sandals up your calves, you go into the ‘fresher to do your hair. It’s been in a braid for the past few hours, and once you unweave it, the strands fall gracefully into soft curls. Taking a step back, you marvel at your reflection. Back on Nevarro, there wasn’t really a dress code for your status underneath the marshal. You could wear whatever you wanted as long as you could fight in it. You wore your robes daily, and always adorned yourself in the jewelry you currently had on, but you’d never gotten tired of the sight. While some may call you self-absorbed for your personal admiration, you prefer to call it superior self-love. Multiple rings hold themselves around your small fingers, and your ears are lined with multiple jeweled piercings. You also wore a silver necklace, matching your silver nose ring. You apply a face cream you packed and even opt to curl your eyelashes. Once satisfied with your look, you turn to exit the small steel room.

The Mandalorian’s footsteps are loud as he descends the rodded steps after enclosing the child in his pram for the night. You turn on your heels and skip out of the bathroom as he hops down onto the floor, greeting him with a smile plastered across your face.

“Ready?” you ask giddily as the warrior turns to face you.

“Where did you…”

“I packed it, just in case.” You explain before he can finish, grabbing the edges of your robe and swirling it around you softly.

“I haven’t worn it in years. Cara and I don’t really get out much, beside the taverns.” You giggle. Your smile fades slightly as you look back up at him standing motionless in front of you.

“Is it too much?” you frown, looking back down at the fabric. Perhaps you’d gotten a bit carried away.

" No, it's..." he clears his throat, "you look nice."

Since Mando’s been here before, you let him show you around. He says he knows of a restaurant that’s close by and leads you there without stopping at any of the surrounding stores or buildings, his hand falling to its now normal spot on your lower back. Though your stomach is growling uncontrollably, you wish you could stop for a moment to take in your surroundings. There are countless ships and other hovering transports darting through the sky above you. The skyscrapers take on multiple shapes and sizes, each projecting different colored lights. All around you are people of each and every creed and bloodline, striding and dancing through the streets of the overly crowded city. Musicians line the streets as they plane instruments you’ve never even seen before. Sadly, the walk is short. You’re led to a small restaurant with a line leading out the front door. To your surprise, each of the individuals step out of the way as Mando strides forward past them, opening the door for you to walk through.

The first thing you notice once inside is the music coming from the band at the front of the large room. It’s lively and fun, and the musicians are clearly having a great time performing. The room is lit up with red and yellow lights and tables and booths line the outer walls, allowing the center of the establishment to be used as a dancefloor for couples and friends enjoying their night. You glance around the room and notice nearly everyone’s eyes turn to you. Well, not really you. They’re focused on the dangerous man behind you. No matter where you go, everyone always seems to be shocked at the sight of a Mandalorian.

Four men stand in the corner off to the side. By the way they’re dressed, you guess they’re the restaurant’s hosts. They bicker quietly amongst each other as they occasionally glance back at you and the Mandalorian, seemingly nervous to serve him. Eventually, one of the men comes over to greet the two of you and begins leading you to a booth. Mando’s hand stays fixated on your back, sliding lower ever so slightly as he guides you through the various groups of people, many of them darting out of the way as the Mandalorian continues striding after the host.

The dominance he displays makes you eye him slightly, a familiar feeling pooling below. While you’ve been enjoying his gentle side as the two of you have begun to grow fonder of each other, blurring the lines between your friendship and something more, you’re beginning to give into your feelings a little more with every hour that passes. You’ve always found him to be menacingly confident, his energy exuding dominance and strength, but you’d never allowed yourself to become attracted to him for it. When you’d first met, he was in a relationship, after that, you were working on yourselves and your careers, and then, he had to help the child escape Nevarro. But now, what’s holding you back?

The host shows the two of you to a booth in the far corner of the room, curving into a U-shape to accommodate to its place against the two walls. Mando pats the curve of your lower back gently as you slide into the booth you’re shown to, causing your face to break out in a red blush. It’s not long though before you decide to use the restroom before ordering. You excuse yourself and head off, but on your way to the room, a female Pantoran approaches you.

“Your robes are beautiful!” she explains, her smile beaming brightly.

“Oh, thank you! I love your piercings!” Her skin is a radiant shade of blue and the jeweled piercings adorning her body shimmer brilliantly under the colored lights. You don’t often see others with as many piercings and silver jewelry as you.

“You’re so sweet! Where did you get your robes?”

“They’re from my home planet, Naboo.”

As the two of you continue to talk, a few more of her friends join in. Each Pantoran is more beautiful than the last, and soon they drag you onto the dance floor with them. You’re not a dancer, nowhere near it. The training you’ve endured over the years hasn’t exactly taught you how to be light on your feet. If Cara could see you know… she’d surely get a kick out of this.

You glance over to see Mando perk up at your situation, but you giggle and shrug to him, assuring him that you’re fine. Though you’re a nervous wreck when you finally get to the dance floor, you try your best to enjoy the moment. After all, you never had moments like this one. Moments where you could be so untroubled, so happy, so free. The last time you can think of a moment like this one would be, well, last night. It’s interesting that Mando’s been involved in both of these rare situations. If you wanted to think longer about it, you could reason that he’s the one that brings these emotions out of you in the first place.

Mando watches you intently as you dance around with your newfound friends, sliding to the curved, back part of the booth to get a better view. He’d cut someone’s hand off before letting them drag him to a dance floor, but he’d happily sit and watch you move through the music for as long as you wanted to. These women were right, your robes are beautiful, but it’s really you that makes them so attractive. Your body is outlined perfectly below the fabric of your long gown as it flows effortlessly around you. He sucks in a breath when he sees you turn, your smile almost blinding. You were so ethereal to him.

“What’s your name?” you ask the woman who first approached you.

“Kalina.” She smiles.

“Thank you, Kalina, for inviting me over, but I think I have to get back to my… uh…” What should you call him? What exactly is Mando to you? “My friend.” You eventually decide on.

“No! We’re having so much fun!”

“I know,” you laugh, “But I really should go back to my table. I feel bad leaving him by himself.”

“Okay,” she pouts, striding over to you. “It was great to meet you. I hope I see you again!”

Before you can respond to her farewells, her sky-tinted hands grasp the sides of your face, pulling you in for a wet kiss. You’re absolutely shocked by her actions as your eyes widen through the kiss. When she pulls back, she frowns at your expression.

“Did you not like that?”

Her question makes you think. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy the physical affection; Kalina is absolutely stunning, and you were no doubt attracted to her. Her body was beautiful, curving delicately in the best places, her light brown hair framing her face perfectly. She had an adorable nose with full lips sitting below it, and green eyes that twinkled under the colorful lights.

But knowing that Mando likely saw the kiss makes nervousness and shame crawl under your skin. Technically, the two of you weren’t together, and in reality, you had nothing to be ashamed of. But at the same time, you don’t want him to think you aren’t interested in him. Shit, how do you go about this?

“No, it’s not that I didn’t like it. I… I really did.” You gulp, flushing at the thought of kissing her again. “But I… I have feelings for someone.”

“Your friend?” she inquires, to which you nod in response. “Well, he’s lucky to have you. See you around, honey.” She smiles sweetly at you, running a finger along your cheek before turning to face her friends.

You make your way off the dance floor and back to the booth. You could practically feel Mando’s gaze as you kissed, there’s no way he didn’t see it. When you sit back down, he doesn’t bring his hand back to your knee. At this, a heavy feeling begins growing in the pit of your stomach, and it’s anything but desirable. There’s an awkward silence between the two of you until you decide to try and break the tension.

“Sorry I was gone for so long,” you laugh lightly, “I’ve never been out dancing. I can’t believe I stayed for so many songs.”

His reply is absent, and you decide to order a few shots for yourself to keep your nerves at bay. He watches you down your drinks, his helmet tilting slightly. His silence is deafening.

“Well… do you want to say anything? Or are you going to stay silent?” you question, annoyed at this point. “Why won’t you talk to me?” you demand.

He sucks in a deep breath before exhaling slowly. “Have I made you uncomfortable?”

“What?”

“Have I made you uncomfortable?” he repeats, sterner this time.

“No, of course not.”

His question confuses you to no end. Why was he asking that? Where did that come from? Wait… does he think because that woman kissed you that you’re not attracted to him? Did he see the kiss and maybe assume the relationships you had in life weren’t heterosexual? I mean, not all of them were, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t interested in him.

“Mando,” you sigh, slipping closer to him.

You shuffle your way to his side so that his left arm rests behind you. You reach for his hand, your nerves subsided by the bright blue alcohol now flowing through your system as you become a bit daring. Placing the leather glove back on your knee, you continue talking.

“You don’t make me feel uncomfortable.” When he doesn’t reply, doesn’t even look at you, you gently lay a hand over the cheek of his helmet to turn him to face you.

“Did you see us kiss?” you decide to ask, officially addressing the elephant in the room.

“Yes.” He replies flatly.

“Did it bother you?”

“Why would it bother me?” His body is stiff against yours as you press further towards him. You grin at his stubbornness.

“I know you’re interested in me.”

Mando’s breathing picks up as you place a hand on his cuirass, your eyes staring into his visor. You smirk at the fact that you’re slowly but surely unraveling the seemingly impermeable warrior before you. He’s acted dominant over you before, not really in obvious ways but in subtle, small ones. His hand on your back, ordering for you, getting your bags for you, inviting you to sleep with him and then holding you through the night.

“Aren’t you attracted to me?” you question, yearning for him to finally come out and say it; because when he does, there won’t be anything holding you back.

“Yes.” He confesses after a moment, his voice murmuring through his modulator. The hand on your knee tightens, causing you to curl your fingers over the top edge of his cuirass.

“Were you jealous?” your grin stays on your lips as you speak to him, loving the control you have in the current situation now that he’s ultimately given in to his feelings. The hand behind you reaches up to grab your waist, now fully holding you against him.

His voice is low and rough as he grunts out his response. Simply your name, a warning.

“Don’t be,” Your delicate hand slips from his cuirass, slowly sliding down until it rests on his lower belt. “I don’t want her. I want you.”

You’re shocked at his impatience as he hauls you through the streets. His grip on your hand is bruising as you struggle to catch up, his strides much larger than yours.

“Wait, Mando!” you call out, grabbing the hand he has on your wrist. He turns to look at you before grabbing your bicep and shoving you backwards into a side alley.

“What are you –”

“You can’t just say things like that.” He huffs, his hands pressing on either side of your head against the brick wall. “You can’t say you want me.”

“What? Why?” your eyes shoot up to his visor.

The words come out sounding childish and whiny, but you can’t help it; you’re extremely confused. You thought you had control back in the restaurant, but it’s clear the grip you had on the situation is falling from your grasp like fine sand through spread fingers. Mando shakes his head at you, hanging it down between his arms.

“It’s making me go crazy.” He admits, his helmet tilting back up to look at you. “Watching you walk around in your bra, pressing your ass against me while we sleep, dressing like this… you can’t say you want me and expect me not to show you how bad I’ve wanted you.”

"Show me," you beg, your hands grasping at the fabric around his neck. "Show me, Mando." Now, you're more than eager to get back to the Crest. His visor stays fixed on your gaze for a short moment before he pulls you off the wall.

"Let's go." He demands while dragging you back to the city's streets and toward the ship.

It’s not long before you reach the outer gates of the city, and the excitement courses through your veins as you know the Crest isn’t too far off. At this point, you’re incredibly turned on by him. His confidence, the reaction he brings out in others, the dominance he displays just by walking through the crowd. You loved being by his side as he led you to your seats, his hand inches from your ass. You can’t believe that he finally confessed his feelings, that he actually voiced his want for you.

When you reach the Crest, you notice he doesn’t open the ramp right away. Instead, you find yourself backed against a nearby tree as his hands find your waist. You grin, loving his returning confidence. He’s so close to you… it makes a shiver run up your spine. You feel like prey… completely vulnerable as he towers over you. Your head swims with thoughts of the previous night, feeling him so intimately close, and you can’t help but reach up to grab his shoulders as your emotions rush over you. You guide him closer, letting his body crowd yours against the wood. Your hands wander a bit further up to his neck as you begin to play with the fabric of his cape. His hands slide down and curve around to your back, landing on the softness of your ass. Gloved hands cup you gently, and you hum happily, his actions spurring you on.

You become bold, perhaps a bit bolder than you should be. Maybe it’s due to the liquor you downed or maybe it’s due to the feelings you’ve let yourself embrace, but you can’t help yourself. His tanned skin peaks out from the fabric you’re fondling, just below his jaw, and you immediately lean forward, nuzzling against him as you plant a soft kiss on his bare skin.

“Cyar’ika,” he groans, his grip now bruising against your soft skin.

A grin forms on your lips at his reaction before you sink your teeth into the skin of his neck, licking and sucking while your hands explore the edges of his cuirass. His breathing picks up as his hands move higher to rub against your back, molding your body against his. After kissing the mark you’ve left on the Mandalorian standing before you, you lean back far enough to stare into his visor, your hand cupping the side of his helmet. Your tongue slips out to wet your bottom lip before biting it as adrenaline rushes through you. This causes one of his hands to grab at your ass once more while the other travels to your upper ribs, just below your bust. His deep breaths rapidly rise and fall as he takes in the sight of you. Your grip on his cape tightens and your eyes shoot back down to the mark you’ve made, causing wetness to pool between your thighs.

“I’ve wanted you… since I first met you.” He admits, his voice quiet. His hands stroke your body lovingly, squeezing gently every now and then.

“Mando…” you breathe out, a little shocked.

You’re taken back a bit by this confession, because it’s something you never knew. Of course, you knew the Mandalorian was fantastic at hiding his emotions, but you never imagined he’d be this good at it. You were only eighteen when you joined the crew you met Mando through. You both were so young and, honestly, really stupid. And anyways, he had already formed a relationship with your other female crew member by the time you joined. You never would’ve guessed he had such strong feelings for you from so early on.

With his gaze still set on you, he glides his other hand up until they both rest below your breasts. You sigh softly, tilting your head back against the tree while he explores you. Your chest pushes up as you arch your back slightly, and you can see his visor very obviously shoot down as the swell of your breasts expands below him. His reaction makes you smirk, and you reach down to grab one of his hands, guiding him to touch you. Leather covered fingers slide up to run along your outer arm, over your shoulder, along your collarbone, traveling down to follow the dip of your exposed cleavage. Your hand drops as his curiosity grows, his finger curling to pull down the hem of you dress even further. While he focuses on your chest, you decide to reach down again, but below his belt this time. It’s easy to find his hardening length pressing against the fabric of his pants, twitching as you grip him in your hand. Pleasure pulses through your nipples as his hands cup your tits, running his thumbs over the hardened peaks. Then, ever so slightly, you feel is hips rock against your palm.

“Please.” It comes out as a needy whine as you accept your loss of control. After all, his dominance was one of the most alluring things about him, and after getting tastes of it here and there… you now craved it.

With your simple plea he leans down a bit, grabbing the back of your thighs to haul you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as your surprised squeal quickly turns into an excited giggle. Your hands find the fabric of his cape once more as he quickly strides toward the silver ship.

Once inside, he turns to close the ramp, sealing the two of you in for the night. His body doesn’t leave yours as he fidgets with the control panel before striding towards the end of the hull, pressing your back against the cool metal. He’s eager to feel you, to feel your skin on his. So eager that it takes just seconds for him to strip his hands of his leather gloves and toss them onto the storage crates in the far corner.

He wastes no time gripping your thighs as he helps you to straddle his waist. You throw your head back, sighing as you feel his solid length pressing against your covered heat. You grip the fabric along his neck and shoulders as parts of his armor rub over your covered clit at the most beautiful angles. Mando’s hands reach for the skin of your ass underneath your tunic, sliding easily underneath the fabric. He palms at your flesh as he moves, rolling your hips against his. Your lips find the exposed skin you’d discovered minutes earlier as you mark him again, and again. One of his hands shoots up to hold the back of your neck, keeping your lips pressed against him as he savors the feel of your lips and tongue on his skin. Oh Maker, was that a moan you just heard? Deep and rough as it came through his vocoder between your heavy breaths.

“You said you want this.” He grunts, “What do you want from me, sweet girl? Tell me what you want.” His begs come out raspy and breathless as he continues grinding his hips into you. The feeling of his hips shamelessly rolling against yours as he gives into his desires as exhilarating.

“I want you, Mandalorian. I want to feel more of you.” You moan out, reaching up to cup the side of his helmet.

Mando growls, low and primal at your words. His body pins yours firmly against the wall as his hands drop from your ass to fumble with his belt. While tightening the grip your thighs have on his waist, you reach down to pull your strapless dress up and over your body, tossing it carelessly to the floor. All you’re left in is your long black robe, your panties, and the sandals strapped along your calves.

“Mando…” you whisper breathlessly as you feel the Mandalorian free himself from the confines of his pants. He tugs at his cock, the tip already leaking against your thigh.

“Do you want this?” he asks, his helmet tilting slightly as he watches your reaction.

“Yes.” You reply instantly, staring down between your bodies as you nod. You wish so badly that you could kiss him, reach up and drag his mouth to yours. Taste his tongue as it danced along yours, swallow his moans while he experienced your body for the first time.

Wetness continues to drip from your folds as you watch him fist himself. The fact that this is all happening while he’s still in his armor, so broad and menacing as the Beskar adorns him, only stokes the flame burning inside you.

He hums, a wondering tone to it as he considers his next move. His other hand moves over your thigh and down to your heat, your clit now throbbing in anticipation as he moves your panties to the side.

“I think I wanna try something else first.” He grumbles, his forehead moving closer to yours while your puppy dog eyes stare up at him.

His fingers reach around the curve of your ass, brushing against you. Even as he moves, sliding his digits through your folds, you can feel his gaze. You’re the first to give in, though, as they roll back once a single finger slips inside. A breath of relief rushes out of you, your body tingling at his touch. His finger is thick inside you, causing exquisite waves of pleasure to begin forming in your hips and lower stomach.

“Yeah?” he huffs out, his voice rough as his finger retracts before pressing back in. A whimper escapes from your lips as he adds a second.

“Fuck, how long have you been this wet?” he groans, pumping his fingers into you, your walls fluttering slightly around him.

“Since you had your hand on my back, leading me through that crowd.” You admit breathlessly, grinding back into his hand.

“Liked seeing you like that. So dominant and intimidating.”

His moan hits the air as you speak to him, full of lust while he works his fingers into you. You cry out once they curl, hitting something delicious inside you. Picking up on your body’s cues, he shifts his pelvis against you just enough for pieces of his open belt to press against your clit.

“Mando, yes!”

“You want to cum, mesh’la?” he asks gruffly as he shoves his fingers in and out of you.

All you can do is nod against him with ragged breaths while you grip onto his pauldrons. You can’t believe this is finally happening, and so far, it’s only been his fingers.

“Then cum. Cum for me. Cum on my fingers, sweet thing.”

That’s all it takes for you to reach your release. It’s sudden, much quicker than with your past partners. The feeling is exquisite as your body tightens and convulses around his fingers, the feeling of his Beskar armor rubbing against your clit making you delirious. You shriek against him as you try to keep quiet, knowing the child is still sleeping. Your breathing is harsh and hurried as bliss pulses through you, forcing you to buck your hips into his hand as you ride out your high.

“Mm…” he sighs happily, massaging your inner channel before removing his fingers.

“Good girl.”

Oh Maker, his voice, his praise. You’ve become a needy mess, and all for him. More of him, all of him. He uses your cum to lubricate his length before positioning himself against your entrance. You grab onto his neck when he lifts you slightly only to lower you back down onto him. You gasp at the sensation as he continues to press into you, slightly pulling his hips back before sinking his length deeper inside. He’s thicker than you’d imagined him to be, and longer than you’d experienced in the past. Each inch stretches you open as he presses into you, shifting his hips up while lowering you further down. The two of you breathe out in unison when he bottoms out inside you, pleasure swimming through your veins at finally engaging in the actions you’ve been fantasizing of.

“Mesh’la,” He mumbles through his modulator. “You’re so beautiful. Not just tonight. Every night.”

Your eyes close as you sigh at his sweet words, smiling happily. When your hand falls on the back of his neck, he leans forward to place his forehead against yours. The tips of your fingers curl into the dark fabric draping down his back as he begins to move, slowly rocking his hips back and forth, beginning to build a rhythm.

You adjust to his length quickly as the pleasure inside you builds once more, welcoming his presence. It’s not long before his gentle hold turns into a bruising grip as he continues moving your hips off of him before slamming them back down. Moans and whines fill the air inside the hull, along with the sound of your body slapping against his eager hips.

“I’ve wanted this – fuck, for so fucking long.” He grunts out, his pace only increasing.

From this angle you can feel the muscles in his lower stomach and upper thighs tighten and flex as he spears himself into you. You gasp when he changes the angle, leaning your hips toward the floor so he can rut down into you. His swollen tip presses deep inside you, finding the sensitive area that makes you see stars.

“Me too, Mando… oh, fuck!” you cry out, trying to use your words but failing to utter any more.

“Yeah? Right there, sweet girl?” He asks, chuckling to himself when you cry out again.

“Yes, yes!” you shriek, taking the full force of him thrusting into you.

“Holy shit, Mando.” He proves to be a quick learner as he glances down, swaying his hips until pieces of his armor rub back over your sensitive clit.

“Can you cum for me again?” Mando asks in a tone so sweet that your heart nearly bursts.

“Please… make me.”

He hammers into you, keeping pressure on that deliciously delicate spot deep within your sex. Your walls clench around him, and your hands grip his armor tighter as you feel your impending release. His head lowers to rest on your shoulder as he continues panting, the friction on your clit increasing with each thrust.

“Mando, I’m… fuck, fuck –” you cry out, smacking your hand against his cuirass as your high crashes into you.

“That’s it, that’s it,” he coos, not slowing himself in the slightest as your orgasm rushes through you.

“Maker, you looked so good… so good in that dress tonight.” He grunts out. “Too many eyes on you,” he continues, “on what I want.”

The Mandalorian groans roughly above you, and your body shivers in response. His heavy panting speeds up as if he can’t catch his breath as he continues talking.

“Making me jealous. Kissing that Pantoran.”

“She – oh shit... she kissed me.” Even through your passionate gasps, you do your best to explain yourself. The aftershocks of your orgasm roll through you as he chases his own high.

“I want you to be mine.” He confesses without hesitation. It’s sudden, surprising, yet it fulfills a desperate need you've had for months.

“I’m yours,” you promise. “I’m yours.”

“Fuck!” he gasps out, his hips losing their rhythm, yet thrusting into you with continued strength. “W – where?”

“Inside,” you whisper devilishly, pressing your face into the fabric between his neck and shoulder, “You can cum inside me. I’m safe, I promise.”

With your reassurance, he lets go. He ruts into you harshly as each white rope spurts out of him. The feeling is foreign to you, but not uncomfortable. It’s warm as it fills you, and you suddenly come to terms with the realization that the Mandalorian just came inside you. The thought alone makes you feel like you could cum on him all over again.

His Beskar cuirass steadies as his breathing calms, eventually slowing his thrusts until your bodies still against each other. Your arms wrap fully around his neck as you nuzzle yourself into him, and he returns your affections by shifting his hands up. Large, strong arms wrap around your back as he holds you against him, his helmet resting on your shoulder. After a few more seconds, he pulls himself out of you and drops you gently to the cool floor below. A hand floats up to brush some hair out of your face before tilting you up to meet his covered eyes. He holds your chin while his thumb brushes over your bottom lip.

“Mesh’la.”

ummmmmmmmmmm EXCUSEE ME?!?

“Thought that you would be allowed to do whatever you felt like, little mouse? I don’t think so. Remember who is controlling your pleasure.”

Wig? Snatched. Head? Empty. Panties? Dropped. Pussy? Absolutely dripping HOLY FUCK.

"You felt Fennec close to you as she kissed your cheek, “What a good little slut you are.” "

Ohhhh to have fennec call me a little slut.....

This was just spectacular. I am honored my horny jail thots inspired a story like this. I had no doubt this story would be worth the wait. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! never stop writing. I will be re visiting this one OFTEN.

Pairings: Fennec Shand x F!Reader, Boba Fett X F!Reader, Fennec x F!Reader x Boba

Rating: 18+ Explicit

Wordcount: +5.1k

Summary: Unable to sleep one night while Boba was away, you decided to join Fennec in her bed.

Warnings: Smut, PinV, Unprotected Sex, Threesome, Petnames, FxF, MxF, FxMxF

This started out initially as a request from @hyperspace-spicedreams and then it became much longer than I intended. I am sorry for the wait and thank you for the request. I hope you enjoy it

Anyone is free to send me any requests and I will be happy to provide

You walked quietly through the halls of Boba’s palace. Though at this time of the night it was only you and Fennec as Boba had gone on some small mission that he felt didn’t require the two of you.

You and Fennec had practiced the same song and dance when she knew you were getting restless. You would be the one to approach her but as always she would take the lead. Small coos and praises here and there throughout the day would leave you squirming in your seat as you tried to get some menial tasks done so Boba would not have to deal with them.

The first time you had been with Fennec had been when Boba had proposed she join the two of you after a long night of spotchka and you losing terribly at sabbac. You were drunk, it was messy, you had fun but it left you unfulfilled.

Fennec had awoken something in you that night that you hadn’t felt since joining the two. This was not your first time with someone of the same sex but it wasn’t with someone like Fennec. Usually you were the one in charge in those situations, the other smaller, timid and softer than you. Fennec, like Boba, called the shots, your pleasure was theirs to take and control.

This evening, the ache was too strong to ignore as your pulse increased as you reached closer to her room. You took a long deep breath as you sternly knocked on the door. You stood straight and puffed your chest, preparing a soft smile to greet her.

Opening the door only slightly ajar, she tilted her head upwards to look down at you as she always did when she was assessing you. Your stance instantly faltered as she made you feel small even though you both were close in height.

“Well look who scurried over here,” she smirked at you with her signature one side smile, “Did you need something, little mouse?”

“You had asked if I had wanted to stop by to watch a holo video,” you squeaked, unable to not gawk at her.

“I did, it is a little late though,” she hummed, looking back inside as if to check the time. You both knew what time it was, both knew what you were here for, she was just waiting for you to say it. You never allowed yourself to crack under anyone but Boba and yet here she was, easily chipping away at you like you were cheap Tatooine clay.

You took in a short sigh, relaxing your body as you approached, “I know but I still want your company,” you stated, trying to impose yourself at the door, hoping to break down whatever barriers Fennec had but you both knew it was futile.

“Oh you do now? What shall we do? Do each other's hair? Paint our nails?” she teased as she went to bop your nose.

You grabbed her hand gently, trying to pull her towards you but really she was pulling you to her. Your lips hovered over hers as you looked at her, her eyes on you like a target but instead of the dangerous look she carried she had a twinkle in her eye that told you she was up for this little ruse.

“We both know why I am here, Shand,” you moaned as your lips touched hers. The kiss was unbearably fragile as a gasp was stuck in your throat. Her lips warm and soft, gentle yet firm. You could never find the words to describe kissing Fennec Shand. She would make you feel powerless in her grasp but also gave you the strength to take on the world that surrounded you, that wanted you out.

You tried to deepen the kiss but she pulled you away.

“Boba’s princess knows what she wants.”

It was your turn for your side smirk as you licked your lips that was coated in her taste.

Without a moment's hesitation Fennec pulled you inside. You didn’t get to take notice of the current layout of her room as her lips were back on you, your face in the palm of her hands as you pressed yourself against her. You cried into the kiss, as she pushed your mouth open with her tongue.

In the short span of kissing Fennec, tasting her, feeling here you knew there would never be enough times to get used to it. To not feel the heat spread over your body, to have the knots in your stomach less tight. Your hands were frantic all over her, her strong arms, her soft hair, her toned back, you deepened the kiss with a new sense of urgent and fervour need, as if trying to map out every part of her for a later memory when the days with her would be long gone.

She stumbled you to her bed, making you sit down as she moved away from you as she quickly removed her top and breast bindings. Trying to match her speed you did the same but lucky for her you only had been wearing panties and a night shirt.

Her palm against your breast bone, she pushed you onto your back, pulling you more onto the bed so both your legs were not hanging awkwardly. She placed your arms bent at your head, as she started to fervently kiss at your jaw, trailing down to your neck. You gasped and cried as her kisses never remained on long enough to cool you down. Her hair swept along your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Fennec,” you called out, trying to find your voice, “Sorry, just stop.”

Fennec leaned over you, scanning you over, “Is something wrong?”

You shook your head smiling, you ran your hand along her face, her skin soft despite always being in the sun. You realize that you were both naked from the waist up, her body painted in beautiful scars as the evidence of the toll of her work was written on her body. You ran your hand down to her shoulder, down to her chest and finally gently cupping her breast.

You smile, the familiar sensation creeping back to your core, the weight and colour of her breasts all too familiar and then again you had never seen anyone like her.

“I just...this feels nice,”

Fennec tilted your head, “You can show me how nice it feels in different ways, sweetie.”

You smirked, lifting your body up to grab her in for another kiss. Your bodies finally connected and your heart sang. Skin to skin, breast to breast, you two did not belong to the same puzzle set but yet you fit. You don’t remember it ever feeling this fantastic. Your arms entangled each other as you tried to feel as much of each other as you could.

Fennec gave you one last quick kiss, as she moved down to your breasts. She placed one in her hand as she circled your sensitive bud. You whimpered as you felt the light shocks shoot through your chest

“Look at me, little mouse,” she ordered as she kept her eyes on you as she opened her mouth sweeping the tongue over your nipple. You bit your lower lip, trying hard not to throw your head back and cry. She did it again and then went down to engulf entirely into her mouth, her mouth and tongue working in unison. Her mouth sucking all but gently as her tongue swirled around your nipple as it became painfully erect.

“Fuck, you are so hot Fennec,” you said so plainly as you squirmed under her. You tried to grab any part of her, her head, her breasts, her hand but she slapped you away. She released your breast with a loud pop and immediately did the same to the other.

“You taste so sweet, no wonder Boba can’t stop playing with them.”

You blushed as you felt another wave of pleasure override you. You felt overwhelmed with emotions as you felt your heart lurch and your lower lip tremble. Being in this moment now made you realize how special it was. With the others, it was a quick fuck to make you feel good and you left them to their own hands to finish. Here you were now underneath Fennec, and you never felt such a pull before. Fennec was also letting her guard down, to allow you to be vulnerable as she protected you with her body.

“Please, I want to taste you,’ you begged. She smirked as she slid down further.

“All in good time, my little mouse. Let me have my fun with you first.” She grabbed your panties and pulled them down as she kneeled now before you. Instinctively you tried to cover yourself, hiding the look and how wet you were.

Leaning down, kissing your hands as she pushed them away, “I will have none of that, am I clear?” she said sternly, glaring at you from between your legs. You motioned your hips forward towards nothing as your body convulsed in pleasure.

“Yes, ma’am,” you whined as you kept your hands by your side.

She kissed your inner thigh near the socket of your thigh, “Good girl, then I can continue.”

At first she just ran her fingers over your mound, teasing your lips and tickling your thighs. You tried to not act out, like Boba, acting childish with Fennec would get you nowhere.

Fennec finally offered you some mercy and softly kissed your inner thigh, trailing to your cunt. Nuzzling slightly, kissed at your lips as you whined. She had struck another cord with you as she finally ran her tongue over your cunt, as she began to suck greedily at your lips.

You could never complain over Boba as he never left you disappointed with his mouth but with Fennec it felt special. You didn’t need to guide her to find the right spot, to tell her to change the pressure of her tongue. She could read you like she could read anyone else but instead of finding the quickest kill or weakness she was finding your pleasure. Your senses heightened as she slowly licked at your clit. She started off slow as you gripped her hair, trying to push her closer, harder. You felt her smile as she increased the pressure with the flat of her tongue, her lips encircling the darkened nub.

You cried out as your cunt clamped around nothing as you tried to chase that release, you just needed her to go a little longer, a little harder. You gripped the sheets as you weren’t aware you had been repeating her name, begging to let you finish.

She gripped your hand, sensing your desperation, she pulled away just a moment.

“Don’t worry, little one, I’ve got you.”

You whined in pain as she hovered over your clit, fingers drawing lazy circles at your entrance, “We have all night, I promise I won’t leave you unsatisfied.”

With that she slid two fingers into you as her mouth went back to your nub. You giggled out a yes, as you threw your head back and smiled. She slid her slim fingers into you slowly, she was clearly nowhere near as thick as Boba’s but the way she curled her fingers upwards, hitting the soft spot inside of you. You felt your toes start to curl, as she started to lap harder at your lips, her nose brushing against your clit. You could feel the soft vibrations of her moans as she whispered praises to you. Your whole body was on edge as you ground your hips into her face. Chasing that high became your obsession, you clenched your fists as your nails left half moon indents in your skin.

“Fennec, please, I am so close,” you whined, your body breathing in as you got closer and closer, as your back arched higher and higher off the bed.

“Yes, there, so close, so close,” you chanted as you tossed your head from side to side as you weren’t sure whether to cry, laugh or both.

Suddenly, cold air hit your soaked cunt as you cried out in protest. Your eyes shot open as you glared directly at Fennec, forgetting where acting out got you.

“Did you ask for my permission to come?” she asked sternly as she looked at you with those killer eyes as she gave your lips a little lick.

You looked at her taken aback, “I thought-”

“Thought that you would be allowed to do whatever you felt like, little mouse? I don’t think so. Remember who is controlling your pleasure.”

Heat pooled into your stomach as your neck tensed, trying not to say something smart, “Yes ma’am,” you whispered.

“Good girl,” she then continued to open you with her fingers as she allowed her tongue to slip in. You gasped as you saw stars, your body tense as tears started to pool. Your cunt cried as you tried to hold back, your thighs shaking to close around her. You blindly grabbed for anything, one hand the sheets and one hand Fennec’s hair. She immediately stopped and you froze realizing your mistake.

“Do I need to bind your hands to behave?”

“I think she would only enjoy that more, Fennec,” a husky voice responded.

You turned to see Boba Fett standing at the doorway, only in his black robes. How long had he been back?

“Boba…” you moaned as Fennec paid him no mind as she continued to work on your core.

“I was a little surprised to find our bed empty, mesh’la. I should’ve known you were playing with Fennec.”

Shame flamed your face as you took in a sharp gasp when Fennec found that soft spot inside of you.

“Don’t mind me for now, princess. Pay attention to poor Fennec who had to keep your needy cunt entertained.”

Fennec moved up back towards you, resting her arms on your chest as she laid her head to the side, “Do you want to put on a show for Boba, little mouse?”

You let in a sharp breath, as you drowned in her eyes. Her chest pressing into yours, you could feel her heart beating steadily as yours probably sounded like it was going to burst. You couldn’t believe that someone like her would spend her free time with you, let alone being this intimate with you.

You closed your eyes, worried what your answer would bring, took in a shallow breath and opened your eyes, “I kinda just really want to make you feel good, Fennec.” you whispered, pressing your forehead to hers.

She let out a small chuckle, “Awww, aren’t you just the sweetest,” she teased, as she trailed kisses down your body once again.

“Always such a selfless love you are, mesh’la,” Boba stroked your cheek as his thumb traced your lip, you let out an approving hum as you took his thumb in your mouth, sucking vigorously as your tongue snaked around the tip.

“Did you miss me, little one?”

You nodded as his free hand trailed down your throat, squeezing slightly.

“Missed you so much that she came to me,” Fennec teased, adding a third finger as she quickened the pace even more, admiring how stretched your walls were around her fingers.

You groaned in protest, disagreeing with her as Boba’s thumb left your mouth with a loud pop.

“You know that’s not true, Shand,” you cried out, your feet lifting off the bed as you curled your legs towards your body. This gave her more access to you, as she retracted her fingers, replacing them with her tongue, drinking in your juices as you withered under her.

“Fennec, please, I want to be closer.”

Fennec fanned your cunt as she looked up at you, “How do you want that, little mouse? Show me.”

You took in a deep breath for courage as you pulled her up until you two were facing each other. You gave her a small kiss as you moved downwards, removing her leggings and panties. You kneeled as you lifted one of her legs as you scooched closer to her. Your legs entangled as your core touched hers. Fuck she was also wet, but she looked so composed, even from this position you felt intimidated. You swallowed your nerves as you ground your core against hers. You let out a low whimper, as you tried again, slowly getting used to the positioning and rhythm.

It had clearly been a while as your movements were a little sloppy but from the way Fennec gasped quietly and gripped your arm a little tighter, clearly something was going right.

“I didn’t know you had this side to you, mesh’la,” Boba cooed as he stroked your hair as you gripped Fennec’s leg, groaning as you hit the right spot.

“Our princess is full of surprises,” Fennec gasped as she tightly gripped your hands as she met with your thrusts, “I didn’t expect this out of herrrr,” she titled her head back as you increased the pace. Your breasts bouncing, the sound of skin on skin and your moans filled the room. All you could focus on was the feeling between your legs, the gasps that you were getting out of Fennec and the heat that coursed through your body.

Fennec crunched up, as you both tried to get as close as physically possible, “Are you close, baby girl?”

You looked at Fennec, tears in your eyes as you nodded and cried out. You just kept chanting yes over and over again. “Me too, come on together now.”

With a few last harsh thrusts you both stiffened as your bodies came undone. You cried out Fennec’s name as you looked into her eyes as you felt your juices leaking onto the sheets. You plopped backwards, catching your breath as Boba towered over you, his now naked frame was upside down from the angle you were at. How long had he been standing like that?

Your legs were still on top of each other as you took in Boba’s weeping cock near you, his hand lazily stroking, just enough to keep him hard.

“Go on, little one,” she purred as she tickled your foot.

You squirmed as you got up to crawl towards Boba.

“Was that good, little one?” you nodded as you tried to sit yourself up, moving to face him. You wrapped your arms around him as you gave him a deep kiss. Boba trailed his hands over your back, down to your ass as he squeezed tightly, “That was very nice of her wasn’t it?”

You nodded as you turned to look back at Fennec, who, at no surprise of your own, was already fixed up, lying sprawled out on her pillows looking at you. “I think you need to apologize to Fett. You kept him waiting.” she smirked at you as you kept your head low out of shame.

Boba grabbed your hand trailing it down to his rock hard cock, “See what your little show did to me?”

You nodded, as you slowly moved down, keeping your eyes on him as your tongue slid across his head. You heard the familiar sigh, as he gently tugged on your hair, dragging you closer. You took him in with ease after all those nights of him fucking your throat. You hummed in pleasure at the familiarity of it all.

You felt Fennec close to you as she kissed your cheek, “What a good little slut you are.” she praised as she ran a hand down your back, her fingers kissing your spine and giving your ass a light whack. You cried out around his cock, as Boba started to control the pace.

“I’ve missed this pretty mouth of yours, princess.” He groaned as he brought your face to his short curls as you gagged around his cock. You smiled up at him, eyes watering as drool dribbled down your face.

Boba pulled you off, his cock covered in your saliva as you took shallow breaths.

“I have missed other parts of you also. On your back little one.”

You grinned as you scrambled to the head of the Fennec’s bed, parting your legs as Boba knelt between them. Fennec laid down next to you, cradling your head on her chest.

Boba stroked his cock up and down your lips, placing pressure on your entrance and clit.

“You got her so wet Fennec,krifff!”

“You’re welcome. It wasn’t too hard, was it, baby girl?”

You shook your head, “Boba, please, I need you. Please fuck me.”

Boba chuckled as he pinched one of your nipples, “You are usually so shy, little one. I didn’t expect a new you when I came home.”

You raised your hips to meet his cock, as you pouted and huffed.

“There she is,” he smirked as with one slow thrust, he fully sheathed himself inside of you. You gripped his arms as you cried out. Though Fennec had stretched you open, nothing ever prepared you for Boba’s size. You could feel every inch of him open you up as your stomach clenched from both pain and pleasure.

“Boba! Fuck!” you cried out as your thighs shook around him, as you tried to meet his thrusts.

He wrapped one hand around your neck again, as he squeezed slightly. You tightened around him as you let out a hoarse gasp. Your hands wrapped around his large wrist, you pulled his hand closer and away, allowing you to control the pressure.

Fennec had her arm wrapped around you this entire time, “What is he doing to you?” she whispered.

“Fuck...Fucking me!” you turned your head to look at her as you lifted your legs to force Boba in deeper.

“That’s right, does he feel good? Is he stretching that beautiful cunt of yours?”

You nodded an uhuh as you clenched your eyes as you felt yourself already nearing your release. Boba leaned down to be closer to you, his breathing just as hard and ragged as yours. “I can feel it, baby girl, cum for me. Let us hear you!”

You arched yourself off of Fennec as you sobbed out a wail as you came undo around him. Your walls clenching him, pulling him in, trying to coax a release out of him.

“I can see how wet his cock is,baby girl. Is that all from you?” You were lying down, your body numb as you panted from the excursion. Boba did not slow down though as he kept fucking you. Your tits bounced, your face pressed up against Fennec’s soft chest.

“Your lips are stretched around him so nicely. Next time we will try with my toy, what do you think?”

You nodded enthusiastically as Boba cursed as you clenched down around him once again. Your cunt was a vice at this point from all the pleasure you were taking in.

"How about you show her how thankful you are for letting you cum, Princess."

You smiled at Shand as she sat above you. She had let her hair come undone as she had a slight rosy hue to her cheeks. You knew Shand rarely allowed herself to be so carefree and could you also say vulnerable? You moved upwards to kiss her again, trying to hold yourself up as Boba slowly thrusts into you.

Her taste was just as intoxicating, as she ran her hands through your hair. She lightly scratched at your scalp, goosebumps adorned your skin.

“Kriff, little one! I am not going to last with you clenching down on me.”

You giggled as you continued to kiss Fennec, the kiss was sloppy and she was clearly dominating like the night before. Instead of it being sloppy due to the alcohol, it was messy from how comfortable you two were with each other now. After tonight you knew that your relationship with her had changed. In public you two would of course keep up your personas but you knew that in the future you were both going to let your guards down and just be with each other, along with Boba by your side as well.

“Lie down,” Fennec murmured, stroking the loose strands of hair from your face. Lying down, Fennec threw one leg over your head between her thighs. You instinctively grabbed her hips as you pulled her wet heat to your mouth. You saw stars when you got the first taste of her. She was so wet and soft. She tasted like nothing and everything all at once. The scent of her was intoxicating.

You traced her lips with your tongue as your nose brushed up against her clit with every thrust from Boba. Mapping her, taking note of every small shudder, ever small gasp. Between the mix of Boba fucking you and Fennec riding your face you knew normal acts of pleasure would never be the same again.

“How is her talented little mouth?” Boba asked as he noticed Fennec stop a moment as you moaned into her cunt. He saw your bruising grip on her thighs and chuckled.

“I can see why you are always having her gag on your cock, she is a greedy little thing.” Fennec moaned, she gripped your head, giving herself more leverage. She moaned as she started to grind her hips into your face, “That’s it girl, drink me. Can you feel what you are doing to me? Such a good girl.”

You could no longer think, all you could process was your desire to please both of those using your body. You were their plaything, your pleasure was derived from their pleasure. Your body vibrated, as you buried your tongue into Fennec’s cunt, trying to reach as far as her tongue did. You could hear Boba’s praises as he continued to use you as he saw fit. Your entrance stretched and dripping as he tried to coax another orgasm out of you.

“Kriff, mesh’la, give it to her. Show her how I properly taught you to say thank you. Use that talented tongue of yours. You won’t get to cum until she does.”

With that, Boba slammed hard into you, he watched as tried to bring Fennec closer, your cries and pleas being muffled. Licking his thumb, he rubbed the wet digit over your clit. You inhaled sharply as you tried to control yourself while still focusing on Fennec’s delicious cunt.

“Fuck, little one, no wonder Boba keeps his cock down your throat,” she moaned as you gripped your hair tighter as her free hand trailed over her body. You could sense she was close as her walls tighten around your tongue and her moans increased in pitch. You eagerly tried to bring her over. You doubted the famous Fennec Shand got off that easily and you secretly wanted to claim bragging rights in doing so.

Between Boba fucking you and Fennec riding your face you were in heaven.Fennec at this point was just riding your tongue as you remained mostionless allowing her to use you as she wished. Suddenly, you felt her stiffen as she let out a low cry as she shuddered around you.

You eagerly tried to extend her orgasm, lapping at her juices. Eventually her grip on you loosened as she gently moved herself off you. She bent down to kiss you, tasting her juices on you, “Who knew this smart mouth was good for something else,” she grinned as she collapsed next to you.

“Good girl,” Boba purred as he pushed your knees to your chest, “That’s my smart, little girl.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you clung onto him. His pace never faltered as your breaths deepened, your stomach tightening.

“Boba, I am so close,” you mewled as he rested his forehead against yours. You lightly felt Fennec’s soft touch along your rib cage, as you scrunched your eyes focusing on Boba. The stretch was always so perfect,he knew your body by heart as he would play with you until your release. Tonight, he was taking time as he took in every twitch, every moan, every gasp. The way you fluttered around him as he kept moving at an agonizing pace.

“Is princess getting a little tired?” He cooed, kissing your forehead.

You shook your head as you thrust at him, your walls not releasing him as you tried to control the pace. Boba gripped your waist tighter as he began to move faster.

“Alright little one, let me get one more out of you, hrmm? Would you like that?”

You gripped the sheets unable to leverage yourself on him anymore, “Yes, please, Boba please!” you cried out.

Your breasts bouncing, as you tossed your head from side to side. You arched your back as Boba eagerly thrusts into you.

“Cum with me,” he ordered.

You screamed his name as your body stiffened once again, your vision going black as you came undone around him. You cried out again as you felt his hot liquid paint your walls as you shuddered around him.

Planting yourself back on the bed, your body jelly as you could no longer move. Boba remained inside you, offering a few lazy thrusts before pulling out of you.

“Way to make a mess,” Fennec teased as she returned with a warm damp towel for you. Boba was still admiring you on full display for both of them. Your face still glistened from Fennec’s cum and his seed dripping from between your legs.

Your eyes remained closed as Fennec gently cleaned you off, giving a little kiss on the nose when she was done. You shifted trying to move to get up but you no longer had control over your limbs.

“Sorry Fennec, Boba and I will go now...” you mumbled.

“I don't think you are in any state to be moving, my little mouse. And we can’t have Boba hurt his back carrying you.”

You heard Boba chuckle as he gently lifted you up, placing you more in the centre of the bed.

You snuggled into the pillows as you felt Boba next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. You felt Fennec on the other side as she pulled you closer, cradling your head. You felt your heart swell from both of their touches, knowing now that the dynamics had definitely shifted. Instead it being the outcome you had worried about, initially, this was better than you could imagine being between the two people that meant the most.

You smirked, feeling yourself start to doze off, “Hey Boba, I told you I was just as good at eating girls out as you.”

Boba smacked your ass, “Don’t start, little one.”

Fennec kissed your forehead, keeping her lips on you, “You just had beginner's luck.”

You snuggled deeper into their warmth, as sleep over took you. Before completely drifting off you could’ve sworn you hear both of them whispering words of praise that you were certain not to remember in the morning.

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