#swsmut

boba feels as though his composure could almost shatter at your words, how bold and empowered you’d become under his deft fingers, his lustful gaze.

he was flattered by how unabashedly you wanted him. from the first moment he saw you, he knew what lewd thoughts were flying through your head just by the way you looked at him. at first, he was only going to tease you; he wanted to see what kind of reactions he could wrangle out of you, to see how red you could blush. but now, it was something more. he wanted you on a deeper level. he wanted to run his fingers along your every curve, wanted to memorise every shape, every gasp, every moan; he’d swallow all of you in a heartbeat.

you weren’t like the women he’d meet in private clubs, women who were only interested in his money. women who would climb in bed with him and leave in the morning without so much as a goodbye. he could tell you were itching, just as much as he, to undress him, his soul, to figure him out. maybe one day he’d let you.

“boba..” you whine, turning his face with your fingers to kiss him deeply, and he falters for a moment before he melts into your soft lips, his heart aching in his chest.

his fingers, guided by your eager hand, dip between your thighs to run the length of your heat. immediately you’re moaning into his mouth, the pads of his fingers gathering your slick before he starts a slow circle on your clit and you keen into the kiss.

“princess..” he groans against your lips, his breath hot, the smell of whiskey hitting the back of your throat. “you’re soaking.”

you’re gasping and whimpering into his mouth as he kisses you deeper, tongue and teeth and brutal passion and it sends you yearning all over again. he picks up his motions, circles growing in a crescendo and his other hand follows suit, pinching and teasing your nipple in tandem until you’re a pliant mess beneath him.

the rolling of pleasure through your body, from your lips to your toes, burns scaldingly hot under his fingers, his kisses growing more and more frantic until you’re teetering on the very edge of your release, your stomach tight and body tensed.

“boba-!” your voice is high pitched, breathy and foreign to your ears and you probably wouldn’t recognise yourself if not for the moan boba emits against your lips in reply, breaking the kiss to suck messily along the junction of your neck.

“‘m close.. fuck!”

boba doesn’t let up his motions, keeping his calculated pace until he feels your cunt twitching in preparation for your orgasm under his fingers.

“not yet.” he whispers against the shell of your ear. “hold on for me princess.”

you’d slap him if you could, desperate and rearing for your release, your heartbeat thumping in your temples, but you try to hold off for him.

with a whine of protest from deep in your throat, he releases your nipple from his grasp and instead curls his thumb and fingers around the tender flesh of your neck. your breathing stutters somehow heavier than before, heart pounding beneath his fingertips and you’re sure he can feel the way your cunt grows even slicker with arousal when he gives a testing squeeze.

your fingernails dig into where they hold purchase on the broad and fleshy slope of his shoulder, your toes curling as the pressure builds and builds and god you weren’t sure you could hold out any longer, your eyes squeezing shut and head falling back to rest on his shoulder, mouth open and chest heaving as you focus on that overwhelming sensation building.

and it’s just as you do so that his grip tightens on your throat, his fingers pressing even more purposefully in their circles on your clit, and his lips fan his hot heavy breath right against your ear.

“cum for me.”

and you do. the pleasure crashes almost painfully, a wave breaking on a rocky shore as white hot bliss courses through your veins, pricking every nerve along your skin as it does. raw and guttural moans and cries of pleasure fall from your parted lips, sounds which boba is sure he’ll be remembering next time you sit for him to paint. he’d etch them into the brush strokes if it were possible. your cunt squeezes almost painfully around nothing as you continue to orgasm, the emptiness prominent and obvious.

"soon, little one." boba purrs against your skin as he mirrors your thoughts, his voice having dropped an octave as his circles slow with your release, your pussy still twitching with his touch.

"soon."

and it's a promise.

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you barely hold his gaze before you’re looking away, bashful and hazy with arousal. you would’ve thought that you’d be used to this feeling, this treatment by now; after sitting for him and his students every week. but this was… different.

the air around you was so thick with sexual tension and even though you could tell that boba wanted you, the way he maintained himself was flawless. you’d never know without looking too hard how he really felt. it was part of the mystery that came with him, part of the wall he’d built around himself. you weren’t sure what he’d built them to hide from, though. that would be a task for another day when your cunt wasn’t throbbing with arousal.

after staring at you for a moment too long, boba finally looks back to his painting, and you exhale your relief. he sighs, pressing the paintbrush to canvas, only to scowl slightly and re mix the colour on his palette while you readjust yourself, trying to contain your breathing to a steady pace.

it was going to be a long few hours.

you welcome the cool feeling of sheer fabric against your hot skin, the feathers that lined the cuffs and body tickling you slightly and making you shiver.

you'd managed to sit for a total of four hours, and you were desperate to see what boba had created. but he wouldn't let you see.

"i'm not finished with you yet, princess," he'd purred when you asked, prompting a swift lick of arousal to wash through your stomach and the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end.

you were stood with your back to him now, though, as you couldn't bare the ache of seeing him staring so intently at you any longer, and instead focussed your energy on admiring the paintings that were hung along the wall, the brushed texture of the dry paint calling you to touch it. as you're reaching forward to do just that, paying no mind to the movement behind you, a warm, large hand envelopes your own and you freeze. boba was stood right behind you, his body pressed against yours as his other hand circled your waist, pulling you a little closer to him until your ass was snug with the curve of his stomach.

his breath is hot against the back of your neck, his teeth teasing the hem of your robe to slip down the line of your shoulder, exposing it so that he can brush his lips along your bare skin, the stubble prickling you as he goes.

"you look so.." he pauses to undo the front of your robe, the hot pads of his fingers curling around your waist as the yards of fabric plummet to the floor. "divine." he kisses up your neck before closing his lips around your ear lobe, drawing the tension from your body as you groan at the sparks his actions send through you.

you bodies sway together as he touches you everywhere, up your ribcage and between your breasts, his other hand ghosting over the sensitive tops of your thighs and your legs squeeze together as you whine.

"boba.." you gasp when he cups your breast, tugging your nipple between his thumb and forefinger and you could nearly cry with how much your cunt was aching for him to touch you.

"what do you need, sweetheart?" he whispers, breath catching the damp patch of skin, his other hand slipping between your thighs to cup your heat and you whine, pressing your face into his neck.

"i need you..."

he groans against your skin then, making sure you can feel his hardened cock pressing to your ass through his suit trousers before he purrs into your ear. "where do you need me, little one?"

you whimper against the column of his neck, overwhelmed by the electricity of his proximity and delicious smell of his cologne, revelling in the way his fingers ghost over where you need him most, the way his fingers are tweaking your nipple oh so divinely and the faint smell of whiskey lingering on his breath. but somehow, through the haze of it all, you find the courage to grip the hand that was tracing the tops of your thighs and lead him to your aching cunt.

"right here.." you moan, "sir."

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cowgirl

okay so i propse that boba doesn’t let you on top often

BUT

when he does, he remembers why he let you in the first place

will let you believe that you’re in control for a little bit so you can have your fun

let’s you go slower and bounce on his cock, fingers splayed on his chest to support you

he’s just looking up at you like ‘lord have mercy i’m boutta BUST’

jk but the same energy y’know?? like just

boba is awestruck at how fucking sexy you look, fucking yourself on his cock, eyes flushed shut and mouth open in soft gasps, hair falling in your face and down your shoulders if it’s long enough

has a hand on your hip rubbing circles into your skin as you ride him

absolutely loves seeing your tits bounce and jiggle with every thrust (honestly who doesn’t)

eventually when he’s let you have your fun he’ll grab your hips and fuck himself up into you, smirking at the way you throw your head back and try to get purchase on something because good lord boba is fucking you into another galaxy

slapping your tits as they bounce 🥴

trust boba to lean up and grab your neck, choking you and telling you to ride him like a good slut

ass. slapping.

sometimes will just lean with his hands behind his head watching you work for it with a silly smirk plastered on his bcus y’know boba is a cocky shit but deserves that good good

definitely plays with your nipples, with his fingers, his mouth, he loves watching you squirm

if your clit isn’t already getting enough friction from grinding down on him he’ll definitely slip his hand down there to help you out

pinning you against him with his hands planted on your hips when you eventually orgasm, so that he’s fully seated inside you and can feel. everything.

will just pound the shit outta you while you ride out your orgasm

did i mention ass slapping??

will absolutely get off watching your eyes roll back as you twitch and moan and whimper

wont be far behind you and when he cums he’s pushing his hips up HARD so he can cum as deep as possible

growls when you cheekily squeeze your cunt around him

“careful, princess. don’t start something you can’t finish.”

you’d stick your tongue out at him and lean down to capture his lips in yours, keeping him quiet.

for now, at least.

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with the way boba fucks you there’s no chance you’d stay with an empty womb for long

boba would be dying to have his own children, you’d share whispers about it under the sheets at night, when he was fucking you, when you’d cuddle afterwards.

he knew he’d love the sight of your belly swollen with his child

but he didn’t realise how fucking sexy it would be

getting to watch your tummy swell and grow

he’d be constantly eyeing you and internally groaning, knowing that he was the one who put that baby in there, he was the one who fucked it into you and had you gasping and moaning so prettily beneath him

if you thought sex with boba would dwindle the bigger you got, you’d be wrong

of course, only if you were willing!!

boba would still have you on your back, holding your growing baby bump with one hand and twisting a nipple with the other while he carefully fucked into you, taking in every gasp and cry out for him like it was the sweetest nectar 

“want to see you like this all the time,” he’d groan, imagining the palace filled with cheeky little warriors running around and causing havoc, all while your womb is full with another one of his babies

honestly just seeing you pregnant drives boba feral

“that what you want, princess? want daddy to keep this pretty pussy full of cum and your womb full with my ade?”

keeping you full and happy is all boba really wants

getting to show you off wherever you go, showing everyone that you’re his and he put that beautiful baby in your belly

protectively wrapping his arm around your waist to stroke your bump

you can bet that boba would be such a good baby daddy, always making sure you were comfortable, giving you massages when your back is sore, massaging your feet, cooking food for you, even reading stories to your unborn baby, always feeling for kicks and getting so excited

also did i mention how many orgasms you’d be getting 🥴

boba knows a good ol orgasm can help with all kinds of pain. especially if you’d had a long day and just needed to relax and unwind

coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you, with his face buried between your legs and fingers filling your cunt.

praising you so highly and telling you what a good slut you are, carrying his baby and cumming for him

the bottom line is,

you’d always be in heaven with boba.

mando’a:

ade - children, sons, daughters

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“get on your knees.”

you only hesitate for a moment before you’re sinking to your knees, his head tilting to watch as you do.

without a second thought you’re desperately trying to unbuckle his belt

you notice how fucking hard he is and your mouth instantly starts to water 

you’re mouthing him through his flight suit now, lips pressing against his cock and he groans at the sight of you, his fist balling in your hair

“kitten,” he growls, clearly trying not to show you how impatient he is

you whine at the sting in your scalp, hastily trying to unzip his flight suit

you eventually manage to free his cock and it springs to stand upright against his stomach

you try to hide the way your eyes widen.

he’s so fucking big

maker you’ve missed him

before you can convince yourself otherwise you’re running your tongue along the curve on the underside of his cock, moaning at the taste 

boba lets out a shaky breath, barely audible through the modulator 

you look up into the t-visor of his helmet, tongue flattening against the tip as you slowly take him into your mouth

you grip his thighs with your hands as you ever so slowly take him until the tip of his cock is nudging to push down your throat, and you feel the muscles in boba’s thigh relax slightly

your eyes water as you gag, and his grip tightens in your hair

you have to spare one of your hands free in order to work what you can’t fit into your mouth

almost immediately you fall into the familiar rhythm. boba starts to thurst his hips to meet your mouth, and whenever he pulls out you find yourself chasing his cock, so hungry, so needy

‘your pretty makeup won’t be so pretty once we’re done,’ boba thinks to himself, groaning when you try your best to fit him all the way in, your tongue managing to lap at his balls 

he grips your head with both hands now, forcing you to stay right there

he throws his head back a little and you can hear how wrecked his breathing is 

“maker..” he moans, thrusting almost painfully now, one of his hands cupping your neck so that he can feel his cock through your skin

tears are welling up and spilling down your pretty cheeks, the eye makeup you’d worn to look good for him smearing with them

your cunt is aching so badly, you’re desperate for him

when boba senses you need to breathe, he waits a second longer before he’s pulling you off his cock.

“get up. on the bed.”

your lips are swollen and wet with saliva

you do what he says, going to climb on your hands and knees when he stops you.

“i don’t want you like that, princess.”

you panic for a moment, thinking maybe he doesn’t want to fuck you, but before your thoughts can get carried away he walks towards you, cock standing proud and glistening

“i want to see your face, little one.”

you stare into his visor once again, eyes wide for a moment before you’re scrambling to turn around, propping yourself up on your elbows 

you watch as he pumps his cock a few times, your cunt still aching and desperate for him to fill you

he nudges your thighs apart with his hands, you notice he’s taken his gloves off, but can’t remember when

the warm heat of his skin sends shivers down your spine as he traces his fingers up the plump flesh of your thighs, until he’s so close to your pussy that you’re practically a whining mess underneath him

“boba..” your patience is really growing thin, especially when he’s between your thighs in his dark green beskar armour looking like a fucking god

“i know, little one. i know.” he nestles closer, pumping his cock a few more times before he’s just lining up with your cunt

“let me make you feel good,” he groans as he feels your wetness coating his cock. “let me remind you who you really belong to.”

in one, tantilisingly long thrust, boba is balls deep in your cunt.

you’re looking down at where his thick cock disppears inside you, already losing your mind at the feeling of him filling you so good

“maker i’ve missed this pretty little pussy,” boba growls, rolling his hips and his cock just nudges that spot inside you that has you jolting

“boba!”

he’s tracing a hand up between your breasts now, his fingers ghosting over your hardened nipples before he closes his thumb and forefinger around your throat. and squeezes.

“what’s that, princess?”

you whine as you thrash beneath him, wanting him to move, wanting him to fuck you into another universe, but your throat is tight.

you can’t talk, your mind is so, so empty. nothing up there but boba and his delicious cock.

he squeezes harder, smirking under the helmet when one of your hands comes to grip his wrist, and he uses your moment of weakness to push you down by your throat so your back is flush with the bed

he rolls his hips again now, closing in closer and closer to you, the cold beskar biting into the flesh of your bare thighs

with his other hand, he rips yours from his wrist and pins it, along with your other hand, above your head

“boba..” you whimper, voice barely audible as he starts to fuck you, driving into you with a primal urge that has you seeing stars

“yeah? you like it when i use your cunt, don’t you princess?” he rasps, squeezing your throat somehow harder.

your mouth fall open, your legs wrapping around his hips to pull him deeper, closer, harder.

“yes... fuck yes,,” you moan, feeling the pit of your stomach tensing with the buildup of your orgasm

he rips his grip from holding your hands to slip between your bodies, circling furiously on your clit

“who do you belong to?”

“you!”

“who’s pussy is this?”

“boba fucking fett’s!”

“that’s right, you filthy whore. you’re mine. you’ll never be anyone else’s. you’ll never be able to cum again without picturing me between your legs. without imagining it’s my cock you’re cumming on.”

you throw your head back and cry out, feeling right on the edge seemingly out of nowhere

“boba! i- maker—“

“cum, little one. cum for me.”

he starts fucking into you feverishly, ploughing you so deep that when you cum, it’s almost too much. his hand around your throat, his fingers on your clit, his cock buried so deep into your cunt that you don’t want him to ever leave

your eyes roll to the back of your head as you twitch and tremble, boba growling at how tightly your cunt is contracting around him

he groans, voice rumbling through the modulator.

“think i’ll put a baby in you.”

at that you remember your hands are free and you hurry to wrap them around his armour clad shoulders, pulling him closer to you, silently begging him

“is that what you want, whore? want me to knock up this pretty pussy?”

“gods, yes—“ is all you can manage before boba’s forcing himself as deep as he can in your cunt, you can feel him pushing against your cervix, and he lets out the most feral of moans when he finally orgams

“maker... fuck you’re so tight—“ he fucks into you a few more times, making sure you milk every drop of his cum.

by the time you both come down from your highs, your body is jelly under his.

you let out a light laugh of content, you hadn’t cum that hard in months. and now you were stuffed with boba’s cum.

boba rubs his thumb over your cheekbone, and you smile lazily up at him.

“i don’t want to be with him anymore..”

pushing your hands to press against the mirror to hold yourself up while the glass fogs up

boba gets a great view of all of you and it drives him insane

pulling your hair so your back is flush with his chest armour and your head rests on his shoulder

growling in your ear

“look at her. who is she?”

“that’s right. she’s my little slut. such a good slut.”

pushing down on your shoulderblades and fucking you into the floor

pulling your hips flush with his when he finally orgasms so he can push himself as deep as possible

afterwards he brushes your hair out of your face and carries you to the bed bridal style

super soft cuddles and forehead kisses

just when you think he’s tired out he starts kissing your neck again