The only consistent thing between every single comic iteration of Boba over the years is the latent whore energy everyone keeps accidentally giving him
Dirty Jazz, Pretty Princess ⋯ Chap. Five: Higher Love
Finally, the next part to this story! As I explained on some of my other fics, I’ve been very busy with a lot of things, personal and with college, so I’m finally getting the chance to write fanfiction again! Hopefully I’ll be able to balance my schedule better this semester I hope you all enjoy!!! Chapter title comes from Higher Love by Odd Chap (Listen to it here!)
Tags: Modern! AU, College! AU, Mafia/Crimeboss! AU, Smut, Like literally this is all smut, Dom/Sub dynamics, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Choking, Aftercare
Word Count: 2719
You were usually never the type to fuck on the first date. But gods above, this man did things to you. Caught up in the sweet haze of lust, you didn’t realize that the car had pulled up to the Fett mansion until Boba squeezed your hips and pulled away.
“How ‘bout we take this to the bedroom, princess,” Boba hummed in your ear. He gave your neck a quick kiss before opening his door. He quickly stepped out and extended a hand to help you out.
“We are not to be disturbed for the rest of the night,” Boba ordered his staff, who obediently nodded their heads. A thrill went up your spine, excited at the mere thought of spending the night with him.
An elbow gently nudged your arm; Fennec. She had the kind of smirk on her face that told you she knew where things were headed between you and Boba tonight. “Have fun, princess.” She winked at you playfully, and before you could even calculate some kind of response, she was off to her room.
But Fennec was no longer on your mind when Boba pulled you into his embrace and lifted you with ease into a bridal carry. Your hands curled into his chest as a light gasp slipped from your lips at the suddenness of the action.
Boba chuckled at your surprise, “Don’t fret, I’ve got you princess,” he squeezed your body in his arms comfortingly as he ascended the stairs to his room two at a time. You felt like you could have melted in his embrace. You nuzzled your face into his neck, kissing the skin that wasn’t covered by his dress shirt or jacket.
Soon enough, however, you were being dropped onto a bed. The mattress was firm beneath you but the feeling was eclipsed by the softness of the blankets. You had no time to look around the room you were in before Boba enveloped you into another kiss, and the rest of the world was long forgotten. His lips shifted to your neck, sucking hickeys into the delicate skin there. A needy whine escaped your lips at the feeling of him marking you; you had never felt this wanted, this possessed, before in your life. And hell, you craved it.
“Lift up, sweet girl,” He murmured against your neck, his hands pulling on the neckline of your dress, “I want this thing off.”
You arched your back off the bed, intending to unzip the dress yourself. But before you could even move your arm underneath you, Boba’s strong hand was already pulling down the zipper, and moving the singular strap down your arm.
Boba groaned upon seeing your nearly-nude form, the strapless bra and panty set you and Fennec decided on was clearly a good choice. Any nervousness you had before about Boba seeing you nude was far from your mind at the moment, as you felt completely devoured in his gaze.
You lost your breath once his lips made contact with your sternum, and he began kissing down to the seam of the bra. Without even trying to undo the straps, Boba ripped the bra off of your form, your breasts now exposed to the steamed air. If there wasn’t a waterfall between your thighs before, there definitely was now. You were beginning to feel like a dog in heat, that primal submissiveness overriding any kind of logic or reasoning.
“Daddy, please,” you whimpered, your head falling back against the fluffy satin pillows as he laved at a perky nipple. He had hardly touched you yet you were overwhelmed by his presence.
“What is it, pretty princess? What do you need from daddy, hm?” Boba cooed, his deep soothing rumble further sending you into that hazy state. You could hardly form a response. A jumble of whimpers and breathy moans taking the place of a coherent sentence.
A semblance of reality came back to you when you felt a hand at your throat. It was a light pressure. Boba was in no way choking you, but it brought you back down from the cloud of half-consciousness.
“What was that, Y/n?” he tilted your chin with his thumb, making you look at him. One of his perfect brows was raised in question and you never felt such an intense urge to kiss someone before that moment.
“I need you,” you whispered, not caring how desperate you sounded, “need you everywhere, Daddy.”
That smile; stars, he could kill you with that smile. “You need me everywhere, princess? I think you need to be more specific.”
His hand left its former place on your throat as his lips moved down your breasts and to your stomach. You whined, his teasing tone not making the situation in your underwear any better.
“You need me here, princess?” Boba questioned, his head rising as his hands groped at your tits. You inhaled sharply as you shook your head. He mock-frowned, leaning over your body so that you were face-to-face. His warm breath fanned over your very-heated cheeks as he teased you. “Well, where do you need me then? Hm? I can’t make you feel good if you don’t tell me what you need, little one.”
You whined, your head once again falling back against the pillows. Boba clicked his tongue, pulling your head back up to look at him. “C’mon Y/n, be good for me and tell Daddy what you really want.”
“Need you in my pussy, please,” you felt your face tingle as the sinful words escaped your lips before your anxiety could censor you. You certainly said the right words, as Boba let out the most gorgeous moan in response.
“Oh princess, that mouth you have,” he shook his head as he peppered kisses down your body, “If I wasn’t desperate to taste you I’d give you a good punishment for using such filthy language.” You shivered at that, your mind already supplying you fantasies of what such “punishments” could entail. You could only imagine what a man like Boba Fett was capable of.
You tensed slightly when you felt his lips on your inner thigh. He looked up at you from where he was; on his knees, your legs thrown over his strong, broad shoulders. He looked ravenous, but he stopped himself, wanting to make sure you were okay with what he was going to do next.
“Please keep going,” you encouraged him, “I’m sorry, no one’s ever done this for me before and–” The feeling of his lips sucking a hickey into the soft skin of your thigh pulled you from your nervous rambles.
“They don’t know what they’re missing, sweet girl,” he murmured, kissing the forming mark, “Let me take care of you, princess.”
Oh, he took care of you alright.
Boba practically moaned when his eyes finally fell upon your underwear, finding them almost entirely soaked through. “No wonder you’re so needy, princess,” he teased as he ripped the ruined fabric from you. When his mouth made contact with your wet, warm entrance, your head fell back at the sheer relief of stimulation. You had always wondered what oral felt like. You remember when your friends back home would discuss sex with their boyfriends, how weird it felt or how some just straight-up refused to perform oral. But this feeling, this feeling of Boba grasping your thighs and plunging his tongue, moaning and groaning at the taste, made all of their tales seem like fallacies.
Your hands went down to his head, fingers curling themselves into his short black locks. The curly coarseness helped ground you as Boba took your pleasure from you with his tongue.
“That’s it, good girl, keep taking it,” Boba praised while sliding one deliciously thick finger into your cunt. Your eyes rolled back into your skull and you whimpered. You didn’t want to cum this quickly, but your arousal was getting the better of you at this point.
You pushed on his head, whining as your crest was coming closer and closer. Boba removed his head from your center, looking up at you with raised eyebrows as he continued to pump a finger in and out of you. “What’s wrong, baby? Use your words,” he added when you only replied with little moans and whimpers.
“Gonna cum,” you squeaked, your voice unrecognizable to your own ears. Boba gave you a soft smile as he slid a second finger alongside the first, your nails digging into his scalp as a cry flew from your lips.
“You’re gonna cum, princess? Is that right?” his fingers started moving faster and faster. The pleasure was beginning to precipice. Your back arched and you practically screamed his name. “Don’t keep holding on baby, give in, I want to see you cum on my fingers, come on, let go Y/n,” his whispered permission and encouragement was all you needed to allow yourself to let go and soak his hand with your release.
You felt hazy. Sensations were starting to blur together. The whispered praise and kisses against your skin, the soft blankets beginning to get wet from sweat. It was in this hazy moment of your soul sliding back down into your body after reaching sexual nirvana you realized that no man would ever compare to Boba Fett. His kindness. His fierce protectiveness. His strength. His sex. He’s ruined you. In that moment, you were his, and you were content with that.
When you came back down, you pulled your head up and looked at him. He was still in his dress shirt and dress pants. You could see the bulge there practically pulsing, and the only thing on your mind was wanting to make him feel good just like how he made you feel good.
His large hands were massaging your thighs gently, his dark eyes looking at you with such affection you thought you could melt in their gaze. “That was good, wasn’t it princess?”
“Yes, Daddy,” you replied, your voice still pitchy and slightly rough, “Wanna make you feel good, please.” You pushed yourself up, desperately wanting to kiss him in that moment.
“You make me feel good by just being with me, little one,” Boba cupped your face, indulging you in a kiss for a moment before pulling away, “but right now, Daddy wants to claim what’s his.” As he spoke, a hand creeped down to cup your pussy possessively. The soft look in his eyes contrasted with his words and actions. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, that needy arousal coming back quicker than expected.
“Please,” you begged him, craning your neck to look up at him as he rose to hastily remove his clothes, “I wanna be yours Boba, only yours.”
Some of the buttons broke off from his shirt in his rush to take it off. His hands grasped at you, pulling you exactly where and how he wanted you. It was at this moment your eyes finally fell upon his cock. He was thick and long, and your pussy clenched at the thought that it was going in you in a matter of moments.
“You think you’re ready for me, princess?” Boba took your chin between his fingers, forcing your eyes away from his cock to look directly into his eyes. That softness they held moments before was eclipsed by the clouds of lust floating over the both of you.
“Yes Daddy,” you whimpered, “Please, I need you in me, please.”
The second he slid into you, it felt like the world turned on its axis. Boba groaned out a pleasured “Fuck,” and if you could form a coherent word, you’d agree with him. But for now, a wordless cry would have to suffice. He continued to slowly push in, savoring the feeling of your pussy hugging him tightly. When he bottomed out, his forehead fell against yours as you both caught your breaths.
“So fucking good to me,” Boba growled, “So tight, so obedient. You’re my perfect little princess, aren’t you Y/n?”
The whine you let out was primal and needy, words still unable to be put together in your pleasure-addled mind.
The hand wrapping around your throat and the hand slapping at your ass quickly brought you to coherence. “I want words, little one. Tell me you’re my perfect little princess, Y/n.”
“Yes!” You cried, “ ‘m your perfect little princess Boba!” You gasped out a loud “Daddy!” As he started a quick, rough pace at your agreement. His groans and growls were music to your ears, and you harmonized with your own moans and howls of pleasure as he pummeled into you.
In and out and in and out, he moved with such vigor and continued to steal your breath as he barked praises for you in between groans. You weren’t sure how it was possible, but a second orgasm was already coming upon you, so much quicker than the last. And also unlike the last, you couldn’t hold yourself back, the pleasure completely catching you off-guard you nearly screamed. Your entire being was fuzzy, soul leaving your body as Boba fucked you through it.
“Good fucking girl, soak my cock princess,” he growled, a hand going down to rub at your clit. You whimpered at the continual stimulation as you pulsed around him, your orgasm extended. “That’s it, keep taking it, that’s a good girl.”
Boba showed no signs of slowing down as he continued to fuck you. Even when flipping you around so that your ass was in the air, he didn’t stutter in the slightest. He just kept pounding away in the same staccato rythm. Your voice was incredibly hoarse by now, your noises reverting to lame whimpers. Meanwhile, Boba was getting louder, his praises spilling unhindered from his lips. He praised you for everything. For how beautiful you were. How your pussy wrapped around his cock like you were made for him. How well you behaved at the ball. How submissive you were in this moment. How your ass bounced as he thrust into you. He slapped your ass a few times, your pleasured whines driving him to do it even more, making your ass as red as an apple.
Soon enough, you were cumming for the third time. And now, Boba was not far behined. He cummed with a groan of your name, and you sighed as you felt it jet in you. Good thing you had an implant. Boba remained there for a moment, rubbing your ass to soothe the tingling. He then pulled out, and you whimpered, your fingers curling into the sheets below you. A few moments later, you felt a cool rag wiping your entrance. You tensed and gasped, but Boba hushed you, leaning over your body to kiss your neck. Once he was done, you flopped down to the bed, feeling exhausted from the night’s activities. Boba chuckled at you, lightly slapping your ass. You responded with a pleased hum into the blankets.
“I’m hoping that was as good for you as it was for me,” Boba murmured as he laid down beside you, pulling you into his embrace. You nuzzled your face into his chest, a smile growing.
“Gods Boba, it was incredible,” you peered up to see his soft smile, it made your chest flutter again.
“I didn’t go too far?” He asked as he soothingly stroked your back, and you shook your head, “No, you were perfect.”
He kissed your forehead tenderly, “Good. The last thing I want to do is hurt or scare you. I’d like to establish a safeword system. For next time.”
You shivered at the idea of “next time.” You yawned before you could respond, sleepiness beginning to take over. “Is it okay if we talk about it in the morning? I feel like I could pass out any second.”
Boba chuckled again, pulling the blankets out from under the both of you so they could cover you. “Of course, sweetheart,” your lips met again, and you sighed at how tender the kiss was. Oh this man and his dualities. Harsh and rough one moment, sweet and tender another.
“G’night,” you mumbled as you snuggled deeper into his embrace, and you hardly registered his lips on your forehead before you were dragged into the trenches of sleep.
Based on this postby@thecyndimistuff that I couldn’t get out of my head. Not sure when or if I’ll get to finish this since uni is starting to take over my life again, so have this WIP in the meantime! :)
