—PAIRING: Professor!Boba Fett x F!Librarian!Reader
—SUMMARY: There's much to be learned from the handsome professor Boba Fett, both about yourself and your pleasure.
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I know I said my hiatus was for resting physically and creatively but all I’ve done so far is lie on the couch in this 39 degrees weather and dream of beach resort owner!boba
tbh at first I was thinking like a very classic resort in the sense that he owns a whole luxury hotel group with different resorts all over the world
BUT
Reading your thoughts I could also see him owning maybe a few cabins by the shore that he renovated himself (because he’s got very talented hands and he had to have something to do in his retirement 👀) and maybe 4 of the 5 cabins are all booked by the same party and you booked the smallest one for a little solo summer retreat. And of course Boba is a very good host who wants to make sure all of his guests are satisfied and since the bigger group is happy drinking and partying, that leaves him more time to focus on the shy, single You who came to this vacay armed with an e-reader full of age gap romances and one (1) toy to which you forgot the batteries and yes, i am thinking about you having to ask this attractive older man for batteries and he’s so helpful while all you can think about is him using the toy on you okay enough goodbye
yes yes yes YES and you even treat yourself to a quinn-like subscription. you ofc pick a spicy age-gap to play on what you think is your headphones but is actually the fancy TV sound bar (which Boba so kindly set up for you). so when you text him "can't get the TV to work :(" while you're painting your toenails in the bathroom, you don't know he's standing in the living room ALSO listening with growing hard on 🥴 what's worse is you scrolled and scrolled until you found one narrated with a similar accent to his so it's extremely obvious who you're thinking about sdfhsjdhfsk
yesss!!! not the audiobook playing on the wrong speaker and you’re all flustered but boba just winks and goes „it’s good to know what you like, princess. I’ll remember it for later“
also do not imagine taking a bike ride to the little town to go to the farmer‘s market but then maybe the bike breaks or you have a little accident and who can you call but boba?? Boba, who then pulls up in his truck, easily lifts the bike onto it, helps you with your groceries and drives you home with open windows and his elbow resting on the window thing 😌 boba, whom you invite out to your little cottage as a thank you and who reveals during dinner that ofc he has a boat and he’s more than happy to spend a lake day with you
LISTEN I HAVE BEEN ON THE BOBA BOAT AGENDA FOR SO LONG!! whether he's in space or on the water I KNOW he knows how to handle a ship with those broad shoulders and thick fingers and and and
ANYWAYS after very little convincing, you happily agree to a day out on the water with him. while the swimsuits you brought are nice, you still sneak into a local shop to get the cutest little set you've ever seen
despite your tempting outfit, Boba is a perfect gentleman (even if he is an unrepentant flirt) the whole time on the lake. he makes sure you don't get sunburned and drink enough water, and treats you to ice cream at the marina that he definitely doesn't think about licking off you when a drip lands on your chest. no, he is on his best behavior and you're almost disappointed
but you don't know that he's playing the long game, waiting for the sun to go down and you to get chilly in your little sun-dried bikini. when you wrap your arms around yourself to rub away the cold, tuts sympathetically and holds out his arm. you are quite cold so you waste no time slipping in beside him, tucking yourself deep into his warmth that smells like rich lake water and sun-warm cotton.
watching him so handsome and sure at the helm (competency kink who??) has you starting to squirm by the time he docks back at the shore. he cuts the engine and suddenly the world goes quiet. with the crickets and gentle lapping of the water, it feels like you two are the only people in the world. boba doesn't move and neither do you, both of you enjoying the evening breeze in pleasant silence. his fingers drag softly against your upper arms in a soothing rhythm that, with the steady thump of his heart, starts to make your eyelids droop.
"gettin sleepy, princess?" he rumbles. it sounds so deep in his chest, like it too belongs to the ancient glaciers that carved the lakebed.
"a lil," you admit in a low hum. "know a place I can stay?"
a delicious chuckle answers you. "I think I know just the place."
I know I said my hiatus was for resting physically and creatively but all I’ve done so far is lie on the couch in this 39 degrees weather and dream of beach resort owner!boba
tbh at first I was thinking like a very classic resort in the sense that he owns a whole luxury hotel group with different resorts all over the world
BUT
Reading your thoughts I could also see him owning maybe a few cabins by the shore that he renovated himself (because he’s got very talented hands and he had to have something to do in his retirement 👀) and maybe 4 of the 5 cabins are all booked by the same party and you booked the smallest one for a little solo summer retreat. And of course Boba is a very good host who wants to make sure all of his guests are satisfied and since the bigger group is happy drinking and partying, that leaves him more time to focus on the shy, single You who came to this vacay armed with an e-reader full of age gap romances and one (1) toy to which you forgot the batteries and yes, i am thinking about you having to ask this attractive older man for batteries and he’s so helpful while all you can think about is him using the toy on you okay enough goodbye
yes yes yes YES and you even treat yourself to a quinn-like subscription. you ofc pick a spicy age-gap to play on what you think is your headphones but is actually the fancy TV sound bar (which Boba so kindly set up for you). so when you text him "can't get the TV to work :(" while you're painting your toenails in the bathroom, you don't know he's standing in the living room ALSO listening with growing hard on 🥴 what's worse is you scrolled and scrolled until you found one narrated with a similar accent to his so it's extremely obvious who you're thinking about sdfhsjdhfsk
I know I said my hiatus was for resting physically and creatively but all I’ve done so far is lie on the couch in this 39 degrees weather and dream of beach resort owner!boba
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Getting some last minute advice from Papa Jango before shipping out.
“Make sure you shoot straight, Commander. Protect your head! And, always watch out for your brothers.”
Beskar. Ammo. Boots. Pistols. Gauntlets. Helmet. Your eyes can't always choose where to land when the Mandalorian is in view.
But when his cock is out, standing up swollen for you? You can’t see anything else.
The Mandalorian sits back in his pilot seat with his legs falling open, allowing his head to rest, and nonchalantly placing his elbows on the arms of the seat. His cock is thick, flushed, veiny, and has just the right amount of hair at the base of it all; a virtually perfect specimen of the male species. And frankly when you’re looking at eight inches, and a girth that your hand may just be able to wrap around, you can’t decide if you want it in your mouth, in your hands where you can see it, or inside of your cunt — and fuck — you always feel so perfectly full with him inside of you.
All of them sound good. All in due time.
Right now your mouth waters at the sight before you. Your tongue runs over your lips and you kneel between his legs, placing your knees on his cape that he had laid out for your comfort. You unbutton the oversized shirt of his you were wearing to reveal your bare breasts and your panties to the Mandalorian. The helmet never allows much insight to how much Din appreciates your body, but his cock? His cock wants you bad, as his heart pumps a surge of new blood into his shaft.
You nestle your mouth around the tip, and already it feels as though your mouth is full. You hollow your cheeks and run your tongue along the bottom of him, allowing your jaw adjust and for your mouth to water some more, before tentatively starting to bob your head lower and lower. You suck and suck the Mandalorian's cock to the best of your ability, creating a warm, wet, pulsing paradise for the Mandalorian to experience, eliciting strangled moans from under the helmet.
The big, armored man surrenders his control and allows you to pleasure him, and you know all the little things that make Din Djarin tick. Your hands gently cup his balls and ghost lightly over the skin, and his hips thrust up into your mouth. Perfect — you take him to the back of your throat and push past that bit of resistance, finally bringing him to bottom out. Your mouth hangs open wide and you open your eyes to find yourself staring into the chocolate brown of his flight suit from about two inches away, your vision blurring as tears form in your eyes, and you come off of him gasping for breath.
"Fuck," Din grunts.
You could always expect the first few hours of Din’s return from a hunt to be spent like this. You’d practically be wet with anticipation of seeing the Razor Crest on the horizon, knowing that Din was just as anxious to be with you as you with him, and running to each other like magnets. “All I could think about was being inside of you while I was away…” Din starts to mumble, as if you sucking his cock was starting to suck words out of him, too. “Are you wet for me yet, sweetheart?” he rasps.
You slowly slide your mouth off of his cock, releasing with a pop, and look up at him with swollen, glistening lips. “I’m so wet,” you say, breathlessly. You tenderly remove the Mandalorian’s glove with one hand and continue to stroke him with the other. Running your softer hand over his coarse knuckles, you take his hand and guide him to lean forward and feel between your legs.
The Mandalorian lets out a strangled sigh, finding the most perfect pearl of slick between your folds. “Oh, fuck, cyare…” he sighs, resting his forehead against yours. His two fingers crook up into you and you release your own shaky cry. For a moment you rest there feeling each other, listening to each others ragged breaths, with Din scissoring his fingers inside of you, and you using both of your hands to cover his full length.
“I want you so bad, Din,” you plead.
Din hums and reaches just a little further into you, coaxing a new moan from your lips. "You're not ready to get fucked yet, sweetheart,” he coos, his "sweetheart" nickname for you verging on condescending, considering how filthy his mouth becomes. “Close your eyes.”
You follow his instructions in anticipation of what you know is to come. You hear the familiar click and release of his helmet being removed, and soon the Mandalorian’s bare lips are on yours, the scruff of his beard brushing against your smooth skin, as his tongue greets your own like an old lover. Din brings the pad of his thumb to rest on your bottom lip and you open your mouth for him, allowing him to offer you the two fingers that were inside of you. You suck them slowly, just as sensuously as you had sucked his much bigger cock, and Din senses exactly when you start to crave more. “You’ve got such a talented mouth, mesh'la,” the Mandalorian praises you, in that dark, bounty hunter's tone.
Gripping your hair gently, the he guides your head back down to his cock, and you take to it gladly, moaning around him. Your legs are spread, leaving you aware of the ache between your legs, and all you can think about is how good he feels in your mouth and how good he's going to make you feel when he's ready to have you.
By now your mouth is nice and wet, and your muscles are relaxed ready to take to the intrusion. Your head bobs steadily, his hand guides you by the hair, and your mind is set on one thing: you are not moving off of him until he comes, or until he physically pulls you off of him. You stop thinking about fancy tricks and you just suck. You wrap your lips tightly around his cock, you hollow your cheeks, you slide up and down and up and down, your tongue massages the ridge running along the underside of his shaft...
Turning your mouth into something other than its intended purpose, into something that the Mandalorian can enjoy purely for his pleasure, is a thought that you feel deep inside your cunt as you imagine how it's going to feel taking him.
Din's breathing becomes more ragged and his grip on your hair becomes tighter. With your lips wrapped around him like an airtight seal, you feel him begin to pulse in waves, getting harder, and then harder again, and even harder yet again...
You push to take him down your throat once more, and the Mandalorian finishes deep down inside of your esophagus with a loud groan mixed with a growl. Tears fall down your cheeks as you continue to hold your mouth open, with your soft palate pulsating around his girth as he finishes emptying himself.
You come off of the Mandalorian's cock with a desperate gasp for air, and he softly takes your face into his hands to soothe you. The masked man says nothing as he looks you over in your beautiful distress, and he allows you to catch your breath in a comfortable silence.
"Alright, pretty girl," Din finally starts, breathing heavily himself as he removes his other glove. "Bend over the controls."
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