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You woke up entangled in sheets, the bed feeling soft and much more comfortable than anything you’ve had the luxury to sleep on in the span of time you spent at Jabba’s palace. For a moment you fantasized you were back in your own palace, back in your room on Andon, until you remembered where you were and who was sleeping beside you. Boba Fett was pressed right against you, the small bed feeling cramped just from the sheer size of the bounty hunter’s body, his large arm draped almost possessively over your midsection.
You must have collapsed from sheer exhaustion after he repeatedly subjugated your body to multiple orgasms, toying with your body the night before as he punished you for your insolence in the manner which made your face heat up just recalling everything that transpired in the same bed you were now sharing with the bounty hunter. Your body was sore, multiple aches and bruises scattered around, making you feel like you were hit with a speeder. You almost hissed when you tried moving your legs— you were more sore than you thought you were and your thighs were still slicked with the product of your joined activities. You never had the chance to clean yourself up and you didn’t think Fett cared enough to clean you himself. You had a sudden urge to scrub your body clean until your skin was raw.
You moved slowly so as to not wake him up, moving his arm away before you quietly raised yourself up to look down at the man still soundlessly sleeping next to you. To see him so… relaxed was surprising and more captivating than you thought it’d be possible for a man of his status. His facial features almost looked lighter, the frown and deep lines on his face loosened and made him appear almost like any other man, unbothered with responsibilities of his position in the galaxy. You wanted to reach and touch his face but thought better of it. You needed to clean yourself up— waking a monster had to wait. You weren’t even sure what today would bring, didn’t want to think about it. If it allowed you just a few minutes of your own time, you’d gladly take it.
You moved away as silent as you could, stepping around Fett’s discarded clothing and armor, intent on getting to the fresher before a black object by the bed caught your gaze and you turned to find the barrel of the blaster laying right by Fett’s jetpack, unguarded . You almost thought it was too good to be true, your gaze shifting back to the still figure of the bounty hunter, his back turned your way and away from his own weapon. Was he really so careless as to leave his weapons out without considering the risks? Or did he think you were too fearful to want to go that route, thinking you were merely a naive little princess who never even held a weapon in her life. You almost laughed at that thought. He was a fool if he thought that way.
Because you were already moving back towards the bed, your eyes glued on Fett’s back for any sudden movements. He still appeared deep in sleep, his shoulders rising and falling with each deep breath. You stopped right next to him, holding your breath and counting. Ten seconds, then twenty— he wasn’t moving and he wasn’t faking either. You slowly reached for the blaster, keeping your breathing steady. When your fingers finally closed around the weapon and it was safely in your arms, you readjusted the weight in your hold, positioning the barrel of the blaster right next to Fett’s temple. Your fingers were on the trigger, ready to fire. You hesitated.
“What’s the matter, princess?” you almost jumped when Fett’s voice broke the tense moment. “Aren’t you going to fire?” you stared at his back in shock until he slowly turned around to face you, his eyes finding yours. He didn’t seem afraid for his life, if anything this whole situation seemed to be amusing to him as he smirked.
“You pretended to be asleep,” you accused him, still keeping the end of the blaster next to his head.
“Wanted to see what you’d do,” he answered you. “Seems princess still got some claws.”
You growled and then pressed the barrel into his skin. “Don’t take me for a fool,” you snapped. “I know how to use this— father was kind enough to teach me.”
“I don’t doubt that,” his eyes raked over your naked body and you fought to keep the flush out of your cheeks. “Good posture, stiff arm, advantageous angle for a shot.”
“I didn’t ask for your opinion,” you snarled.
“Then go ahead,” his voice was firm. “Take the shot.”
You gritted your teeth, your fingers tightening on the trigger. “Any last words, bounty hunter?”
“Your father should have taught you to check for the charge first,” your eyes widened a fraction, in time for Fett to grab your wrist with his hand and twist , making you cry out in pain, and then the next moment he was on top of you, your body pinned between him and the bed, the blaster torn out of your hands.
“Your kriffing bastard ,” you screamed, thrashing in his hold, all to no avail. He was much stronger, he was twice the size and the look on his face made your heart leap to your throat. He didn’t just look livid, there was something else in his gaze, a hunger.
“Did you really think me stupid to leave my weapons out like that?” he growled in your face, holding you in place with his weight.
“Thought I’d take my chances,” you spat back.
“And you did, didn’t you?” his face twisted into a sickening smile. “Except you didn’t account for the fact that I think one step ahead. I’m a bounty hunter, little princess. Not one of your brainless guards your father liked to keep in his palace.”
You screamed in despair, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. “I should have just hit you with it,” you snarled.
He laughed. “Oh, that wouldn’t have ended well for you,” he shifted his weight, switching a hold on your wrists with just one hand while he placed the other on your neck, lightly squeezing it. “I must admit, you surprised me.”
“What,” you hissed. “Didn’t think I was capable of pulling your own weapon on you?”
“On the contrary,” your body tensed when you felt the all familiar stiffness pressing against one of your thighs. “I knew if given a chance you’d take it. You are a survivalist— I admire that,” he trailed his hand from your neck to your chest, cupping one of your breasts and you shivered.
“Are you going to punish me?” you hated how your body was responding to Fett’s teasing touches, barely rolling your stiffened nipples between his fingers.
“Is that what you want?” his voice took a drop in his tone, his gaze darkening considerably.
Why was he asking what you wanted? This whole time it was all about him. You refused to answer him, chewing your lip as to not outright moan from what his hand was doing to your breasts.
“Talk, princess,” he pinched one of your nipples between his fingers and your whole body jumped under him, like a string under the expert touch of a player. “What do you want?”
“Screw you,” you hissed.
“Oh?” he shifted his hips, his thick presence right between your aching cunt. “Is that what you really want?”
You glared at him from your position. “You are a monster,” you spat.
“Heard that before,” he chuckled. “You are no angel either, princess. You’re right up my alley.”
“I won’t be reduced down to a mindless whore,” you snarled in his face. “If you want your obedient slave, go fuck someone else—”
“Never said I wanted that,” was his gruff response. “I like your fire, princess. Never backed down from a good fight— and you’re hella good at putting up one.”
You didn’t want to think what his words did to your body, didn’t want to acknowledge the warmth spreading from your chest down to your core. You wanted to tamper it down once and for all.
“So I’m just some sort of prize to you, after all?”
“Would you rather be something else?”
The answer caught in your throat when you found yourself on top of the bounty hunter, your positions switched as you straddled his hips. It left your head spinning and your breath knocked out of your lungs, your hands sprawled on top of his chest for support. Your eyes found his when you finally regained enough stability to shift your hips, to find him hard and throbbing pressed against your heat.
“It’s your choice, princess,” his voice was strained, his fingers digging into your hips.
“You think you’re giving me a choice?” you replied with a haughty tone. “By placing me on top?”
“You’re unsatiable, you know that right, princess?” he grunted. “How many do you think had been in the position I’m offering you?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” you hissed. “Maybe every whore you fucked?”
He chuckled at that. “None,” your eyes widened. “I like my control.”
“So, what’s this then?” you rolled your head. “Giving me a false sense of my own control?”
“No,” he impatiently shifted his hips. “Giving you the reins— what you do with them is up to you.”
Your gaze locked with his. You maintained his gaze even after you raked your nails across his chest, even after you nicked one of his nipples and twisted between your fingers, making him hiss. You licked your lips— you liked this.
“I won’t go easy on you,” you whispered when you leaned above him, rolling your breasts against his chest.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he groaned back. “Show me what you got, princess. I’ll be the judge.”
You scoffed at that, spreading your legs further to tease him when you rubbed your slicked folds against the head of his cock. He groaned again, the sound going straight down to your core. You leaked on top of him and he twitched, his fingers impatiently roaming over your skin. It was a sight to behold to see the most feared bounty hunter practically fall apart under you, the look in his eyes making your insides twist and your cunt throb.
“Under one condition,” your lips ghosted over his, his hot breath mingling with yours.
“What else do you want from me?” he sounded impatient, his voice rough. He should have thought twice before giving up his own control.
“Your name,” you allowed yourself to sink just barely on top of him, your body shaking under stress. “I want to scream your name while I’m fucking you.”
“Deal.”
You finally sank down on top of him, burying his length in your aching cunt, the angle of the position practically spearing you with his thickness, his cock lodging in further than you’ve ever thought was possible. He was rubbing against the deepest spot inside of you, making you hiss and moan, your whole body wired and tensed while you adjusted to his size. By the look on Fett’s face, he was in similar predicament, his face scrunched as he tried to maintain a semblance of control. You dispelled the act as soon as you rolled your hips and he groaned, his breath catching in his throat. You etched the look on his face in your memory, saving it for later.
You started with slow and eased movements, trying out the position as you lifted your hips above him and then eased yourself down, mewling at the sensation of your folds swallowing him whole and gripping him with your muscles. You were getting better and better at it, the times spent fucking with Fett for the past two days were paying off as you tried to tighten different parts of your body to see what it’d do to him. Each time you squeezed him while going down he would groan, his fingers digging even further in your hips to try and speed up your movements. You weren’t giving him that luxury as you stilled.
“Why’d you stop?” he growled, his face sporting a miserable look of someone who was denied their approaching release.
“Easy there, Boba,” you smirked when you caught the look on his face, his eyes flashing with anger. “I’m just getting started.”
“Then hurry it up,” he snapped, tugging on your hips to make you move.
“Why?” you feigned innocence. “Are you in a rush?”
“ Kriff ,” he hissed. “If you don’t start moving I’ll flip you over and fuck you myself—”
“No, you won’t,” you hissed and for a good measure scraped at his nipple again, making his body jerk. “This was your idea. Now deal with it.”
“Start fucking moving ,” he growled.
“Is that your way of begging?” you smirked, catching the infuriated look in his eyes.
“I don’t fucking beg,” he spat.
“I guess we’d have to change that,” you resumed your movements, setting a comfortable pace— not too fast and not too slow— just enough to ease the fire within you but not enough to drive you over the edge. By the looks of Fett’s face he was hardly satisfied with that, if anything he was only growing more impatient as he gritted his teeth.
You rolled your hips again, sinking all the way down , catching him off guard with your sudden movement from the way he hissed and let out a hoarse moan. You smirked— this was a start.
“Boba,” his eyes snapped from your swaying breasts to your eyes. “I think you were right. I think I am addicted to your cock.”
He scoffed at that. “I figured from the way your cunt keeps dripping over me. You’re making an absolute mess.”
You hummed your agreement. “Would you— would you let me taste you? I want to take you in my mouth.”
“Later,” he grunted and your heart soared in your chest. “Milk my cock with your walls like a nasty little princess that you are.”
You shuddered at that, increasing your pace. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” your voice was breathless. “You just can’t get enough of my wet cunt to stuff your cock in. Is that why you’re always so hard around me?”
“ Shut up ,” he raised his hips to meet yours and you almost toppled over him from how hard he thrust inside of you. “You’re the one always aching for my cock with how wet you get.”
“That’s… true,” you moaned. “I don’t think… I’ll ever be this wet… for anyone else.”
“There won’t be anyone else,” the way he snarled those words with conviction and rage made your breath hitch in your throat when he started earnestly pounding into you, revoking the control you had over him. You didn’t mind— if anything, you were waiting for him to snap and earnestly fuck you, shaking your insides with each powerful slap of his hips.
“W-what?” you moaned.
“There won’t be anyone else,” he repeated, yanking you down on top of him, your head almost colliding with his. “I’m buying you from Jabba.”
You didn’t get a chance to reply— his lips were on top of yours, crashing you with his dominance and hunger as he devoured your pleasured moans, sucking on your tongue and biting your lips, devouring you from inside out until you were light headed and breathless.
“That’s more like it,” he chuckled when he finally let go of you, watching your face. “Looks like you’re getting the best fuck of your life.”
You weren’t going to argue— if anything his words made you shamelessly moan, gripping his cock with your muscles as he fucked you to your fast approaching release. Because the next moment you were writhing on top of him, howling like a bitch as you spasmed on his thick cock, making a mess on top of him as you gushed on his thighs. It was a display surely even the most experienced pleasure slaves would commend for your artistic performance, the way you shamelessly received Fett’s thrusts even past your orgasm.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you screamed, digging your fingers into his skin. “Maker— just cum already. I want you to cum, please— ”
Fett groaned under you and you felt him stiffen. You gripped him as tight as you could, slamming your hips down in your final thrust, and let him empty himself with a roar from his lips as he filled you up with his hot seed. You were far too gone to care how loud you were, how whiny and desperate you called out his name as he continued to spasm deep inside of you, how soon his seed was dripping down your folds and making further mess on his ruined sheets. You collapsed on top of him, burying your face in his neck as you inhaled his scent— sweat and sex and whiff of metal from his armor soaked into his skin.
You thought you’d be able to just drift off to sleep on top of him while he was still buried deep within you. Instead, a knock on the door made your insides freeze and your body stiffen. The guards were here to take you back.
“I don’t want—”
“I know,” he interrupted you, shifting his hips to slip out. You almost died of embarrassment when your cunt made a squelching noise, depositing most of his cum on top of his own thighs.
“I’m sorry—”
“Don’t worry about it,” he sat you both up, wiping himself with the sheet and then cleaning you up. “These are ruined anyways. And I’m not staying here another night.”
You froze upon hearing his words. He noticed the panicked look on your face and his expression softened, marginally but enough to notice.
“I will talk to Jabba. He owes me for bringing him Solo.”
“And he’ll give me up… just like that?” you were skeptic but you couldn’t help it.
“That’s the plan, princess,” he raised himself from the bed and you watched him from your spot, still frozen on top of the bed.
“And if your plan backfires?”
“It won’t,” he assured you. “Go clean yourself in the fresher. They’ll wait,” he motioned with his head towards the guards still standing outside.
“Boba,” you called out before you registered what you were doing and then you were scrambling to your feet, barely able to stand. He steadied you with his arm over your back. “Why— is there a reason you’re doing this? I did try to shoot you.”
He laughed at that. “And you miserably failed at that,” you scowled at him but he continued. “Maybe I was wrong about calling you helpless. Given the right tools you can be molded into a fierce warrior.”
You watched his face, trying to figure out his motif. “Are you buying me so I could be your personal slave?”
This time was his turn to scowl. “I’m not like Jabba.”
“Then what—”
“I’m buying you so I can set you free,” his words shocked you.
Another insistent knock on the door interrupted the next question you were going to ask. Fett pushed you in the fresher. “Be quick about it,” he told you before proceeding with dressing himself.
You were in a daze for the rest of the morning after you were brought back to the harem. And even more so when the news arrived that a Jedi arrived to demand Jabba to release the prisoners. You watched in horror from the shadows of the throne room as the man who addressed himself as Luke Skywalker was almost fed to the rancor beast, only to kill the beast and be shackled, as Jabba announced that he along with Solo and Wookiee would be fed to the Sarlacc later that day.
The commotion the scene caused almost made you forget about Fett’s promise to free you until he snatched you from the crowds and tugged you towards his room.
“Change of plans,” he announced as soon as he closed the door. “I will be accompanying Jabba to the Sarlacc Pit later today. As soon as that’s done, we’re taking off.”
“ We ?” maybe you misheard him.
“You’re free,” he announced without glancing your way, gathering his supplies. “Jabba agreed to release you. He’s far more infatuated with Organa to care about the rest of the slaves.”
You almost stopped breathing. “You… bought me?”
“I freed you,” he growled as he turned around to face you. “You can do whatever the hell you want afterwards. I’ll drop you off in the nearest port.”
You stared at him from across the room. “I don’t understand.”
What sounded like an aggravated sigh escaped Fett’s helmet. “You’re getting a second chance in life, princess. Use it wisely.”
You shook your head. “You’re just going to drop me off ?”
“You have a problem with that?”
“I thought…” you trailed off. What did you think? That Boba Fett would want to spend the rest of his life with you? He already did enough— he freed you. He didn’t have to, he wasn’t obligated to do anything for you. But he did . Because you asked him to stay the night.
“Thought what ?” you couldn’t see his face behind his visor, but you could hear his own confusion mixed with aggravation.
“Never mind,” you shook your head, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “And you’re going to drop me off… looking like that?” you gestured towards your slave outfit.
“If that’s your preference,” you gave him a dirty look to which he shrugged. “Do you want to wait here or on my ship?” the sudden change in direction of the conversation unsettled you and you frowned. You didn’t have many options and it was a no-brainer which one you’d pick. You didn’t want to stay in Jabba’s palace any more than you already did.
“Your ship,” you announced and he nodded his head, gesturing for you to follow him.
You were practically on his heels the whole way out of the palace, afraid that he would change his mind or someone would snatch you away. He had to make a stop in front of Bib Fortuna for the Twi’lek to remove the chain on your neck, all the while talking in Huttese to Fett, shooting you occasional dirty looks. He wasn’t the only one of course— there were many still present in the palace that saw the whole exchange, those that weren’t going to the Sarlacc Pit and were lazily drinking and conversing. You saw the bounty hunter with Rek sitting at the same booth, both of them shooting you wicked grins and nodding at Fett, as though the exchange meant something. You were distinctly aware of enough words in Huttese to know what they all thought. That Boba Fett bought you for his own pleasures, that you would become his whore and carry his bastard children. The thought unsettled you and you seethed until you were finally out of the palace, running after Fett’s large steps.
“Did you hear what they said?” you called after him.
He simply inclined his head as a way to tell you he was listening. “Don’t mind any of them.”
“Aren’t you worried about the gossip?”
“The only gossip, if you’re that concerned about it, would be everyone jealously commenting that I snatched a pretty slave girl from Jabba’s hands.”
“You think I’m pretty?” you stopped in your tracks, hung up on the careless compliment thrown your way.
“Never denied that you weren’t,” he stopped as well and pressed something on his armored wrist and only then you realized that you were standing in front of Slave I , the ramp opening up to welcome you inside his ship. “Come,” he gestured for you again and you wasted no time to get out of Tatooine’s heat.
Your eyes scanned your surroundings, mostly bleak and filled with weapons and other needed provisions. You were too engrossed in your curiosity to not notice that Fett disappeared until he re-emerged with something in his hands, throwing it your way.
“Put this on,” he briskly told you, indicating to the oversized shirt and pants he just threw your way. You were too stunned to argue and too overwhelmed to not accept his generous offer— you immediately stripped off your slave outfit and donned the clothes, all the while aware of Fett’s heated gaze behind his visor. He had seen you naked too many times to count in the span of the last few days for you to care. When he was satisfied that you were ready to listen again he came up to you, holding something else in his hands.
“Know how to use this one?” he was holding a smaller blaster in his hands, not quite the same one he usually carried with him.
“Of course— they’re all the same,” you almost rolled your eyes.
“If they were all the same you would have noticed my de-celled blaster,” he dryly commented and you flushed. “Two triggers— one for stun and one for shoot. This one is lighter, better suited for you,” he was giving it to you and you paused, shooting him a surprised look.
“You’re giving me a weapon?”
“You’re a free woman now, princess,” he shoved the blaster in your hands. “Unless you’d prefer to be taken again, this is the only thing that will ensure you will stay safe. Tatooine is a harsh place, even more so than Jabba’s palace. You’re dead if you don’t know how to survive.”
You twirled the weapon in your hands. “O-okay.”
“I will return at dusk,” he drew your attention back to him. “Stay on the ship,” he was heading out and something in your chest lurched and you tugged on his arm, stopping him in tracks.
“And what if you don’t?” you softly asked.
He turned around. “There is no reason for me not to return. This ship is my home, I won’t leave without it.”
“But still—”
He let out an agitated sigh. “There’s a town close by— lock the ship before heading there. Only leave if there’s an emergency. Do not talk to anyone, do not mention your name. If— and only if— something does happen…” he trailed off and looked off to the side to one of the crates. “You can use whatever you need there. Your chance of survival is better with me. Wait until I return.”
He didn’t wait for you to reply. The ramp was already rising and locking you in, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You’d spend hours waiting, falling asleep on the floor by the crates, only to wake up when the night had settled on Tatooine, the twin suns replaced with starless sky. You waited more, wide awake and pacing, until the first rays of the run emerged on the horizon. You waited until you were thirsty and hungry, relieving yourself in the fresher and finding some supplies aboard the ship. You waited until it was dark again, your heart painfully clenching inside your chest. You waited— and waited. And when you finally ran out of the supplies stocked on the ship, when you knew you couldn’t wait any longer, you did what you knew you should have done the night Boba Fett did not come back as he promised.
You left the ship, bringing with you the supplies he told you to grab— some credits and clothes, your blaster safely tucked away behind your shirt. It wasn’t until you reached the town, when you found the first pub that you could ask for some water when you learned the truth.
Jabba the Hutt was dead.
And so was Boba Fett.