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jenomark · 3 years ago

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➔Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader (Female) ➔Other Members/ Characters: -.- ➔Genre: Smut ➔Warnings: Oral (F+M) + Penetration (F) + Cursing ➔Word count: 3,659

➔Summary: Two realtors who play together, stay together. Whenever you and Jaehyun work together, you make a little bit of a mess in the homes you're trying to sell for your clients. After all, no one ever said you couldn't have a little fun on the job.

“Your boyfriend is so charming.”

You were showing a married couple around a brand new house, built in a neighborhood they most likely could not afford. While the husband was checking out how the door handles jiggled on every door in the place, his wife leaned in close to your ear, her voice deeper than the fake customer service voice she had in the beginning of the tour.

You could hear the accusatory tone, her words felt through every layer of your reserve, “How did you get a man like that?”

If she could have circled around you, like a huntress ready to take her prey out, she would have taken the chance. You held your ground, so used to the way women acted around Jaehyun. But there was a certain amount of fun to be had when you were bored and waiting, your day's work blemished by couples who believed they were hot shit.

“Just between me and you,” you purred, leaning in closer to her and stroking her arm with your finger. “He’s not my boyfriend. We just like to fuck each other at work."

You never blamed any of the women for looking at Jaehyun like he was a prized hog in a show. He was handsome on the outside, his face so valentine sweet, his smile disarming even the most hardened of ladies. He wore a tailored suit nicely, too, which made the effect that much cavity-inducing. On the inside, though, he was a filthy, filthy man, and he would never go for someone like the wife, as much as she wanted him to.

No, Jaehyun wasn’t your boyfriend. Jaehyun wasn’t even your partner. He came to the house dressed up in the part of a wholesome realtor, his eyes following the wife across the room, forcing eye contact that would make her feel warm underneath her collared blouse. He did it because it was fun for him. He did it because he could.

It was a game. Jaehyun eye-fucked the wife to tease you. He liked when you wore jealousy like a proud bib. He waited for you to take possession of him, which you always did in the subtlest of ways. Watching the wife back away from you after claiming that you and Jaehyun fucked- a tale met with disbelief- was a way to piss all over your territory.

That's mine.

Of course, you could have pushed Jaehyun harder. In doing so, the husband of the pair was a viable conquest. He looked at you with his dumb look when you ran your hand up your stockinged thigh, his jaw slack as you hiked up your skirt inappropriately and unprofessionally high.

However, it wasn’t very fun for you. You could tell the husband was too in love with his wife to ever flirt with you. You gave up quickly, your annoyance waving like a red flag whenever the wife breathed in your direction.

“Are you almost done, sweetie?” you called out to Jaehyun.

“Yes, sweetheart.” Jaehyun said, sticking his head out of a doorway.

You shot a look at the wife, her full attention on Jaehyun as he walked towards you both. She might as well have started taking off her clothes where she stood. She was fanning herself with her hand and wiping sweat from between her cleavage, the telling signs of someone who really wanted to know Jaehyun's cock felt like.

“Your husband is insisting on checking every nook and cranny of this place.” Jaehyun said, a brilliant smile stretched across his face. “I keep telling him there is no need. You won't find a place like this in the city.”

“I’m sorry for his behavior.” the wife said. “He does this all of the time. Nothing is ever good enough for him.”

“I can’t blame him.” Jaehyun said, his eyes roaming down the legs of the wife. “We men love being thorough.”

You slapped a hand against Jaehyun’s chest and tugged on his tie, hoping it would tighten against his throat. “We should get going soon, don’t you think, Jaehyun?”

“Oh, I think we can spare a few minutes, baby.”

The wife was completely ignoring the fact that you were in the room. She took a step towards Jaehyun, batting her eyelashes and pushing out her sweaty breasts. Jaehyun ate up the attention, his eyes practically fucking her right in front of you.

“You are absolutely shameless.” you said, walking away.

You walked through the fully furnished and staged home, finding the husband in the downstairs bathroom (one of three in the house). He wasn’t ugly, but he wasn’t really your type. Still, he gave you the attention that made it easy for you to ignore all of that. It wasn't much, but it was enough.

“Like what you see?” you asked, moving one leg out in front of you so that your skirt rode up. “With the house, I mean.”

“Yeah.” he said. “Might be out of our price range. I'll have to check.”

You walked further into the bathroom, your heels click-clacking on the tile. It took only a few seconds for Jaehyun to find you, like it was a mating call, appearing in the bathroom doorway looking relaxed and ready to fuck. You knew the wife was soon to follow, a look of disappointment on her face that Jaehyun didn’t stick around to flirt with her.

You often wondered what women were thinking when caught with alone time involving Jaehyun. Were they imagining him bending them over the kitchen sink and fucking them? Did they think they were special, that he would sneak away from his dull job for an illicit affair with them? You could be sure that they were mentally undressing him, that they were not at all in tune to the fact that Jaehyun, in the end, only had eyes for you.

“If my girl here hasn’t sold you on the house, we would be delighted to show you to others on another date and time.” Jaehyun suggested.

Jaehyun’s words were final. He wanted them to leave immediately, to take their shit and go. You could hear the sour puss in his voice, the slight quiver in sound. He threw his arm around the wife and brought her closer to him. He let a smile consume him, one that made you grit your teeth. The four of you walked out of the bathroom quarters together, back to the open plan living room to discuss things further.

“You smell wonderful.” Jaehyun murmured to the wife of the pair. He let her go. “Anyway, the price isn't negotiable, but we’ll see what we can do if it’s what you really want. You may have to extend your budget further. If not, there are always others, like I said.”

The wife and husband agreed that the house would never be in their budget before leaving. The husband checked out your tits, and the wife cast one last longing look at Jaehyun over her shoulder, her pink tongue sensually gliding along her lower lip. With a serene smile, Jaehyun shut the door behind them, shutting the world out from you and him.

“You could have charmed the panties off of her.” you said, crossing your arms against your chest.” Pretty sure she would have blown you in front of the fridge if you had stood in the kitchen any longer.”

“Is that why you walked away?” Jaehyun said. “Scared of the competition?”

“Please.” you said. “I just really wanted to get fingerbanged by the husband over the toilet.”

“I can make that a reality.” Jaehyun smirked.

You walked into the kitchen and sat on a stool, smiling to yourself when Jaehyun followed you like a dog. “It’s not fair what you do to them.”

Jaehyun held on to either side of the stool and kept his face inches from yours. “You’re just angry because I win every time.”

“The husband always loves his wife too much.”

“And the wife is always ready to get fucked raw.” Jaehyun said. "By yours truly, of course."

“Maybe I should just start fucking the wife.” you said, peeling Jaehyun’s fingers from the stool.

“I would very much like that.”

“I know you would.” you said, pushing him away.

Jaehyun was pushed back feet from you. He yanked at his tie until it was loosely hanging around his neck. He ran a hand through his sandy brown hair, the ends sticking straight up in some places. You watched him, knowing it was what he wanted. You could see his chest hair peeking out from between the now unbuttoned portion of his dress shirt. The heat began to cover your body like a warm blanket of sin, as you thought about tangling your tongue up in those hairs.

“I can feel you on my skin, even though you haven’t touched me yet.” he whispered.

Jaehyun rolled his neck around, cracking it in some places. When his eyes met yours, the shade of brown appeared somewhat darker. You could feel that look rolling all the way down your stomach until it settled in its depths, curling up in itself. Your nerves felt shot, your confidence gone.

“Doesn’t it just feel so good to give in to me?” Jaehyun asked, his voice a little rough. “Don’t you want to play with me in this big, bad house?”

He came to you, only stopping by the length of your knees. He tucked his fingers underneath your chin and brought your eyesight up to his. He caressed your cheek with the back of his hand. He let his palm run smoothly down your throat, giving it a little squeeze. Your body was unmoving underneath his touch. Sometimes, you would absolutely vibrate with pleasure when Jaehyun touched you. Other times, you would become still like a steel fortress in the wind, wanting him to work a little for your affection, to open up your doors to him like an open house.

The house was empty, but so full at the same time. Jaehyun got down on his knees in a moment of submission, his head down like he was praying. He hugged you, his arms resting on your thighs, his whole being in your lap. It lasted less than a minute until he was back on his feet, a rare sweetness in his eyes as the rest of his body became unfamiliar and rigid.

“Stand up.” he said, his voice cold, the sound of it rattling through the bones of the house. Though there was a faint grin on his lips and a playful eyebrow raised, Jaehyun wasn’t allowing himself to be played with anymore.

You were not quick enough. He took you by the sides of your shoulders and pulled you from the stool. Your knees buckled but Jaehyun caught you in time, the move making your nipples harden. He could see the reaction through your work shirt, your two little buds staring him in the face. All you wanted was for him to touch you, but he wouldn't.

It was fun playing the game with him, since you two were so alike. There were times when you dominated Jaehyun, making him eat you out and cum before the new couples would arrive at the house. If he failed, he would be punished and have to do something embarrassing for him. If he passed, you would both be in a great mood and would usually get a house sold. Then, like now, there were times when Jaehyun took control, which would usually be followed by a lack of sales disappointment. You could always feel those times coming, the excitement unable to be contained.

Jaehyun took your hand and whisked you off through parts of the house where he knew prying eyes wouldn’t find you. He ran up the stairs eagerly, tugging you along behind him, not bothering to see if you were tripping up.

“The master suite.” Jaehyun said, stopping in front of a door. “Wait here.”

He left you standing in front of the closed door for over five minutes. You kept checking the time on your phone, your eyes roaming up and down every detail of the white, wooden door. If he was trying to tantalize you, it was working. You were very impatient, trying your best not to bust through the door and hop right on his dick.

“Come in.” Jaehyun said.

You held onto the handle, the image of the husband jiggling that very handle less than an hour ago fresh on your mind.

“I won’t tell you twice.” Jaehyun said.

You opened the door and saw Jaehyun sitting on the edge of a model bed. He had stripped it of the crisp sheets and fluffy pillows that were adorning it. He was shirtless and his dress pants were unbuttoned, his brown leather belt hanging by his sides.You drank him in like that, the impatience waning away.

“Come closer.” he said.

“So bossy.” you smiled.

You walked closer. Since you knew that you affected him as much as he affected you, every step felt delicious. You stood in front of him, ready to rip your business skirt off if he just said the magic words.

“Good girl.” he said, standing up.

He was looming over you, the heat from his body making you hot. You wanted to press your hands to his sweaty chest and push him down onto the bed. You wanted to bite his shoulder so hard that it made him cry out. You wanted to sit on that strong jaw, rocking your body over him until he was suffocating.

“Look me in the eyes,” he said. “Don’t look at my body, like I’m a piece of meat.”

“A little bit of disobedience never hurt anyone.” you said, meeting his eyes.

It was difficult to keep your eyes trained on his when you could hear him unzipping his pants. Each click of the teeth made your clit throb, like his tongue was already gliding over it. You could hear his pants falling down to his ankles, and from the corner of your eye, could see him shift slightly to step out of them until he was naked. With your imagination, you thought of him stroking his cock, pumping his fist up and down his shaft.

“Are you with me?” Jaehyun breathed. “Be with me right now.”

You nodded as the sounds of him masturbating heightened. Jaehyun moaned and let his eyes disconnect from yours. Though he was looking down at his cock, you were looking at the top of his pretty head. There were thousands of hairs you could tug and pull to get him to comply, to have him give you his cock. You could feel the tip of him and his fist rubbing against you as he made it upwards, each stroke nearly punching you, because he was so close.

You looked down, the top of your head skimming his. He was going at it slowly, moving his body like he was fucking his own fist. It was so sexy that you could feel all the nerves in your body tingling. Though his pleasure didn't happen to you, you could feel every grain of it. You breathed heavily with him, your body going through the build up with Jaehyun.

Your eyes met him again. Yours were, no doubt, asking him why he was being so cruel. It took a minute for him to stop, for Jaehyun to set his mouth in a grim line, and to cock his head and look lost in thought.

“This isn’t about you.” he said. “This isn’t about your pleasure. On your knees and put my cock in your mouth. Don’t stop sucking until I say.”

As you got slowly to your knees, your lips slid down his stomach, your kisses rushed before he could decline them. You grabbed hold of his cock, the tip of him resting on your bottom lip before you looked up at him. He held your side of the neck before moving to the back of your head and forcing his cock down your throat until your eyes watered.

Fucking in a place that didn’t belong to you was thrilling. The owners could come back any second and catch you in the act. There could be cameras installed, or nosy neighbors coming to check up on the people who owned the lone car that sat in the driveway.

“Is it good?” Jaehyun asked, his voice velvety smooth. "How do I taste?"

You sucked his cock without stopping, testing him with both lips, tongue, and fingers. You brought him back so far into your throat that you choked and took him out with a string of saliva. You swallowed that, too, so grateful to have him in any of your holes.

Jaehyun pulled his cock out and teased himself back inside of your mouth slowly. You let your jaw hang open and laid your tongue flat while he fucked your face. You gripped his thighs and let your fingernails dig into him before he came on your tongue, grabbing a handful of your hair at release.

When he ordered you to stand up, he was still leaking. He wasn’t stopping for anyone, not even when you made a show of wiping his cum off of your chin with your finger and slipping it into your mouth.

"It tastes yummy." you said.

“Clothes off,” Jaehyun said, ignoring you. “Kneel on the bed.”

He wasn’t losing his erection. He treated his cock like it was delicate, holding it in his hands and stroking it gently. You watched him as you stripped, taking a little too long with the stockings. Jaehyun ended up ripping them from your legs and tossing them aside. Without saying another word, he grabbed your ankles and pulled you down to the edge of the bed, nearly making you faceplant on the mattress.

“Fuck.” you whispered, your body jerking in surprise as Jaehyun started eating you out from behind.

He wasn’t shy about it either. He was licking you, moving his head side to side and up and down, just to get every bit of you. His lips were so warm and you were so wet, that you had to sink your upper half onto the bed and place your forehead against your arm. Jaehyun squeezed your ass cheeks and pushed you forward, his tongue lapping up all of your wetness.

You didn’t want to break, to crumble. You wanted to be strong and not moan or give in completely. You didn’t want to let him know that he could bring you down with just a lick, but it was hard not to.

“Beg me.” Jaehyun said, coming up for air.

He smacked your ass and you turned around until you were on your back. It was rough and forceful, and it turned you on. Jaehyun kissed your ankle before moving his lips down your thigh.

“Beg me.” he repeated. “Fucking do it now.”

The hotness on your inner thigh as his mouth got higher was enough to make you call his name. “Please, Jaehyun.” you said. “Don’t stop.”

Jaehyun ate you out, slipping his fingers inside of you. He would occasionally stop and kiss his way up your body to leave hickeys on your neck, and catch glimpses of your face to see if you were enjoying it.

“Not about my pleasure, huh?” you asked, nearly laughing.

Jaehyun groaned. “Don’t ruin it.”

“Too late.” you said, moaning as he fingered you. “You smell like her.”

You kissed his neck and got the bite you wanted from his shoulder. You held him against you, making sure your scent was all over him. His mouth tasted like you, though. You kept kissing him and grabbing at his hands to make sure they didn’t stop fucking you. You were a tangle of bare limbs, holding him against you, and fighting for dominance.

Jaehyun lifted his fingers from your pussy and held himself up over you. He looked you in your eyes, his gaze falling to your lips before he kissed them. He moved his body and slipped his cock inside of you, knocking the air from your mouth.

Missionary position was not your favorite. It was too romantic, not as wild. You wanted him to break your back, to bend you into positions that made your legs wobble the next day. You wanted risk. You wanted it rough. But having Jaehyun’s weight on top of you in that way felt different. You let him move over you, holding your hips as he drilled himself inside of you.

It didn’t last long until you were wanting to flip him over, until you could be on top and ride him. Jaehyun smirked when he realized what you were doing and said, “I don’t think so.”

He leaned up until his sweaty body wasn’t clinging to yours anymore. He spread your thighs apart after pulling you closer to him. He let you get a good view of his cock disappearing inside of you.

“This pussy is mine.” he said, touching his fingers to your clit. “Say it’s mine.”

“It’s mine.” you said.

Jaehyun fucked you faster, his cock hitting your cervix a little rougher. You winced at the discomfort you quite liked, immediately wanting him to keep fucking you deeper.

“Say it.” he said, moaning with each thrust.

“Or what?” you challenged, breathlessly trying to hold yourself together.

Jaehyun gripped your wrists and brought them above your head. He got close to you again, his body smothering yours, and his cock fucking you in a way that was too good to stop.

“I’m yours.” you said. “It’s yours. All of it is yours.”

He smiled when he got what he wanted, the same charming smile that seemed to have most women on tenterhooks, wondering if they would give them something else of his. Jaehyun never would, though, because everything of his was also yours.

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bastillia · 4 years ago

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Loyalties Lie

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Summary: You're a bartender in a Lothal cantina, living a quiet life in the Outer Rim after the fall of the Empire. You can't help but wonder what more might be out there for you. One dangerous guest in particular keeps catching your eye. Unfortunately, you've also caught his.

Rating: E

Words: 6.1k

Warnings: possibly mild dubcon, threats with a weapon, rough sex, verbal degradation, mentions of alcohol, cumplay, Boba Fett has a 24oz monster can dick and he knows how to use it.

A/N: Remember when I said I had a Boba Fett WIP laying around like, months ago? Well guess who showed up in Mando S2 with a sexy dad bod and the fattest dick in the galaxy to overhaul my dreams and make them a reality. Fuck me. Yes this is the first thing I’ve written in months hi I’m still here. No I don’t know how many chapters this will be. I live in hell. Welcome. Thank you to @kylorengarbagedump for graciously beta reading and listening to me literally scream about this man all the time. Love y’all so much PLEASE ENJOY.

It’s the kind of night that hums.

Like a moonlit Lothal prairie, quiet and alive somewhere beyond the outskirts of town. Except that in here, the crickets swoop past your bar to buy shots, and the stars fall steadily to become the lovely tink of credits in your tip jar. The twin moons are shifting hues of neon light, and time seems to stroll by, like it has nowhere better to be.

Tonight has been steady.

It’s not busy enough tonight to challenge you, but not slow enough to let you rest. Your guard is up, as it always is when you’re behind the bar. But your hold on it can afford to be loose.

Tonight has been…

Boring.

No brawls, no assassinations, not even a drunken paw fumbling across the bar towards your tits, attached to some overly rowdy patron who you then get to watch with quiet glee as they’re dragged out by the ears. No, in fact, it’s hard to remember the last time something remotely interesting happened around here. So much for the Outer Rim’s rugged reputation. You hate to say you miss the Empire’s occupation from time to time. But at least it brought nightly intrigue.

Tonight, your guests are especially calm and happy, lulled by liquor and the easy flow of conversation, murmurs blending like a stream through the grassland. And you suppose you shouldn’t complain. You’ve more than earned your keep for the night, and then some. Best of all, your boss has no reason to be breathing down your neck.

In fact, he’s happy, too, you note when the Lasat’s bellowing business-laugh resounds overtop a few flutes of spotchka, glowing inside a booth across the room. You pass a cloth around the rim of a clean glass, feeling a tickle of interest as to who he might be schmoozing this time. When you glance up, you can just make out a pair of well-dressed Rodians seated across from him through the leisure-thick air of the cantina, nudging each other and laughing at whatever witty, schmoozy thing he just said.

A soft snort puffs through your nose. At least Dakk is a predictable man, if nothing else. Must be rich folk, probably well connected. Good. You’ll get no help tonight, but at least he will be occupied for a while.

In fact...

Flicking a quick glance around the room, you take your chance and shrug your outer tunic off your shoulders, quickly smoothing down your much more revealing undershirt until it clings to the shape of you. You know Dakk hates when you do this, always goes on about keeping the place “classy.” But he’s not looking, and if it puts a few extra credits in your jar by the end of the night, it’s worth it. Anyway, you’re in a good mood tonight. Bored nonetheless, and the combination always forges a mischievous kind of boldness in you; a tiny spark that glows just bright enough to cast the idea of consequence in shadow.

You scan the bar for an empty drink, a flirtatious urge rolling off of your freshly bared skin and filling your ribs with air. It’s not long before you hone on your target-- an unsuspecting guest sitting alone, head turned away. Probably eavesdropping. A smirk curves your lips and you sidle over, plink a glass down between you, leaning your elbows on the bartop.

“Something else for you, sugar?”

His head whips around with a guilty swiftness, but you just offer an easy smile, shifting your weight through your hips to coax his eyes down your body. It works like a charm.

“I, uh...“ The young Mirialan stammers directly at your tits. “Yeah, c-can I, ah…”

As you wait out his struggle, an idea sparks in your freshly emboldened mind. Maker’s sake, might as well help the poor thing out.

“Got a ruge liqueur in stock, last shipment off Alderaan. Rare these days.” Your lashes flutter, tongue just barely playing your along your lower lip as if teasing some unspoken promise. “I just couldn’t help but notice, you seem like a person of exceptional taste.”

The words are warm summer air on your tongue, practiced and enticing. You can see them go to the kid’s head like spice smoke, his cheeks immediately flushing deep emerald beneath diamond-shaped tattoos.

“Y-yeah?” He straightens, runs a hand through his hair, grinning sheepishly. “I mean...yeah! I, uh, I am. That s-sounds great, yeah. Um. Please.”

You smile. Too easy.

Now, it’s not technically a lie. You do have the ruge in stock, it’s just that--well, it’s definitely nothing this kid can afford. But you’d bet a week’s worth of tips that you can slip him a cheap offworld varietal instead. Charge him triple its price, pocket the excess. Poor thing wouldn’t know the real stuff if it bit him.

You swell with the thought. That amount might even let you buy something nice for yourself for once. It might be a little slimy, but... fuck it. Kid seems well off enough. Decently nice clothes, cologne, that misplaced air of belonging that comes with sheltered entitlement. Surely he won’t miss a few extra credits. Anyway, you deserve this, right?

Moving to speak again, you prepare to lay the flirting on thick, really sell the gambit. But before you get the chance, a loud bang snaps your attention upward just in time to see the cantina door slam open.

You straighten where you stand, irritation and curiosity pricking your ears in equal measure. But then a slight hush cuts the ease of your buzzing meadow, and your chest squeezes with it.

Boba Fett.

The hunter takes up almost the whole doorway, a broad tower of matte green beskar catching the soft neons of the cantina. The distinctly cold gaze of the Mandalorian helmet scans the room, stirring murmurs and averting eyes until it comes to rest, finally, upon you.

It feels like two cold weights set down on your shoulders, being the focus of that stare.

Even as the energy picks back up around you, as conversations cautiously resume, it’s like you’re trapped in it, breathless under its weight and unable to look away. You vaguely register the Mirialan turn back to your tits and ask them something about when your shift ends. But you’re still transfixed, watching the armored man take a few deliberate steps towards the bar and straddle a stool, the visor trained like a crosshair upon you as his forearms settle on the bartop.

You’ve seen him here before. Heard his name whispered in weighted ripples ever since news spread through the Outer Rim that Bib Fortuna was dead. Since then, he’s come through maybe once every few dozen cycles, each time with a couple new chips in the paint of his armor. He comes here on business--or at least you assume that’s what it must be, since he always meets someone, speaks in hushed tones enshrouded by the dim corner booth in the back. He’ll toss a few credits on the bar when he leaves, but has never uttered a word to you, never ordered a drink.

Never even glanced your way, for all you know. Until right now.

You swallow. Fucking hell, if there’s anything you’re used to, it’s being looked at. So why is this gaze kicking your pulse up into the base of your throat, making you feel exposed? A prickle of heat is already settling in your cheeks.

And then the visor cocks, and just barely tilts down the length of your figure.

A tight breath snaps into your lungs, and your eyes dart to the bartop, across the room, back to the Mirialan still babbling dumbly at you, your face now hot. Kriff, what is wrong with you? Since when are you outright flustered by some stranger copping an eyeful? You try to breathe, ignoring how the hairs stand on your neck.

But you can still feel his attention like the heat of a sun warming your bare shoulder, and it makes something start to coil in your belly and glow there.

“I’ll have that ruge right up, sweetheart.”

You’re pretty sure you interrupt the kid, but he doesn’t seem to mind, just calls out a stammered thank-you as you pivot away towards your new guest, your heart kicking against your sternum. Your feet almost feel weighted to the floor, and by the time you reach him, your pulse has an edge like a blade.

“Something I can interest you in?”

There’s a breathlessness to the warm air of your voice now, and you pray to the Maker that it doesn’t betray you. You lean against the bar, hoping that the solidity of the wood will somehow teach your nerves to follow its example. It doesn’t.

He seems to study you for a moment, motionless. And then his shoulders shift, his elbows widen, and he leans in towards you.

“Information.” His voice is low and direct, barely above a graveled whisper, the single accent-laden word dragging through your belly and sparking like metal on stone.

Fuck.

Of course he’s after the one thing you’re not willing to sell.

Your heart stalls while your mind starts to race, eyes searching the dark visor. Of course you’d be a fool to deny him, and he knows it. That’s why he’s asking you. Why would you risk rousing a scene in your own bar, especially when the night is so mercifully calm? Easier to give him what he wants. Tap into your collection of liquor-loosened secrets, and knowledge of the local crowd.

The thing is, you’ve built a good rapport for your discretion. You think. Not to mention the number of cutting warnings Dakk has laid on you about the consequences for selling secrets in his bar. Is it really worth risking? Fett intimidates you, no doubt. But he’s also banking on the assumption that you won’t make this difficult for him. He has to be. And now unease and excitement are starting to play a game of catch between your ribs with that tiny, dangerous spark of boldness.

“Fresh out.” Your fingers drum the wood beneath them, trying to ground your reflexes through the rush of adrenaline that accompanies your words. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, and you stare into the blackness of the visor as you let the tiniest, playful smirk flit over your face. “Perhaps something to drink?”

Slowly, achingly slowly, Boba Fett settles back on the bar stool. Unease lances you, splintering with the immediate question of whether you just made the right choice. You don’t want to think about how many he’d manage to kill before you could even blink, if he decided to do something extreme. His hand starts to shift back along his thigh, drawing a path towards the blaster at his hip. You swallow, panic pricking your neck.

Just as your muscles are primed to dive behind the bar, convinced you’re going to have to evade his quickdraw, his palm just takes a lazy rest on the hilt. The helmet levels, and then leans slowly to the side.

“No.”

Dizzied, you blink. It’s impossible to know what he’s thinking through that helmet, and he’s offered you all of two words. But was that… amusement, you heard? No. Anger? Fuck, now you’re really imagining things.

Still a little breathless, you straighten, sensing that you’re dismissed. The thought of flirting with a killer was a much-needed rush, but you need to take his indifference as a mercy after that little stunt and get on with your job while he’s giving you the chance. What little you apparently have left of a survival instinct is at least telling you that much.

You shrug.

“Suit yourself.”

It feels dangerous to take your eyes off of him. But you force yourself to do so anyways, turning your back on the hunter and making your way to the dim doorway at the end of the bar, his attention still heating your spine.

It’s a fucking relief to slip through the door to the storage room, ease the door shut behind you, and for the first time in what feels like moons, you let a long breath fill your lungs. The familiar scent of dust and wine-aged wood floods you, and something like disappointment tugs at your heart.

Maybe that stupid, adventure-craving side of your imagination took things too far, fueled by your boredom and the prospect of something exciting finally happening. You suppose you projected that naive hope onto Boba Fett, if nothing else just because he’s the first person to come through here in a long time that actually intrigues you. That confounds your prized, finely-calibrated radar for reading people without having to speak a word to them.

Fuck, he really wouldn’t give you much more than a word, would he? Guess he’s determined to keep scrambling your sensors. It shouldn’t deject you as much as it does. But... come on, the least the son of a mudscuffer could do is flirt back if he was gonna fucking undress you with his eyes like that.

Or maybe that was just your imagination, too.

You sigh, scanning a shelf on the back wall for a ruge that will make a convincing enough dupe. A synthetic varietal, perhaps. No--too cheap. You’ve got something from a Naboo vineyard in here somewhere. Anyways, whatever, since when are you desperate for any man’s attention?

No, okay, it’s... you know that isn’t what this is really about.

It would just be nice to feel important, is all. Like the secrets you’ve gathered might be worth something. Could someday give you a place in something bigger. Or at least like anything about you might be worth more than equivalent to a shot of shitty spotchka.

Forget it. As if that will ever happen.

Your finger absently traces the dusty label of a bottle, and then a soft clink of metal behind you freezes your blood.

You whip around to meet a wall of beskar, inches from your face.

You start to scream, but the sound catches in your throat when a big hand seizes you by the back of the neck and wrenches you around, bending you at the hips and slamming you chest-down against the stale wood of a storage crate. Cold metal presses your thighs and your heart smacks your ribs, your body completely trapped under Boba Fett’s mass in one motion.

“I said I need information, little one, and you’re going to give it to me.” His voice scrapes over your body, sliding through the dim room like the shadow from a candle flame. You quail beneath him, brain racing with shock.

“I d-don’t—ugh!” The weight of his forearm comes down between your shoulder blades, pressing breathy little grunts from your lungs as you squirm. “I don’t sell out my customers.”

You freeze when the distinct click of a blaster registers right at your temple.

“Never said I was buying.”

Panic zips down your spine, your chest heaving against the wooden crate as heat slams your core. Somewhere, your rational brain is scrambling to parse the threat, but something about the sheer filth and danger of it is setting your whole body on fire, making far more primal nerves come alive. Trying to shake the feeling, you squirm.

“At lea--ngh, least nothing’s changed there.”

Fucking hell, what are you doing? Besides sassing the known murderer with a blaster currently trained at your head, alone in a dark room. Yet somehow that very fact is making arousal bloom so wicked and fast that you can already start to feel your cunt throb against the fabric of his pants.

“Willing to die to protect a few spineless slime crawlers who don’t even know your name?” Boba rocks his weight against you, powerful and lazy in the way he simply leans into his hips, grinds them up hard against your ass to keep you flattened over the edge of the crate. “Boss man lines his pockets while his good little pet works for scraps.” Air feels more scarce to your lungs by the second. “Interesting, how your loyalties lie.”

Indignance flares up your spine.

“I w-ouldn’t expect you to understand.” You try to put venom in the words, but it’s difficult between your breathlessness and the sheer eroticism of this position you’re in. “Small price to pay, f-for a good life.”

Through your annoyance, you can’t help feeling a twinge of enjoyment at his solidity, at how you can just discern the outline of him through his pants. An excited thrum of your pulse snaps to your core like a fuse.

Above you, Boba Fett chuckles.

“Is that what he gives you?” There’s a mockery to his tone that heats your blood, and you start to squirm in defiance before remembering the blaster at your temple. Fett simply crushes you harder, drawing your attention back to his crotch. “Seems to me like you’re the mouse in his attic.”

“I suppose you’re better than him? Than any of them?” you immediately bite, not wanting to acknowledge the truth behind his words. Instead, you grab that spark of bravery and crank the voltage until it drowns your doubt, throwing your caution to the stars faster than punching an airlock in hyperspace. “Do you even know m-my name, Mando?” A tiny giggle ripples your chest. “I know yours.”

“Might be the last one you know,” Boba growls, but you’re becoming fixated on his cock now, the way you could swear that it’s growing more distinct by the second.

Fear and pleasure wrack your brain, the combination intensifying so deliciously with the pressure of his groin against your ass that you can hardly think straight any more. In a moment of sick indulgence, you arch your back and shift just slightly, wanting to feel that pressure against something now pulsing and sensitive.

The grip on your neck locks tight, and your breath stops.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be, princess.”

He kicks your legs apart and crushes his hardening bulge against your pussy. And, fuck, you moan. You don’t even mean to, but the thrill of helplessness has you so mindlessly turned on that you can’t stop the noise from squeezing out of your throat.

“Filthy little thing you are.”

There’s a shift in his tone now. The vice hold disappears from your nape just before your pants are wrenched unceremoniously over your ass and down to mid thigh. You gasp at the feeling of air brushing your bare lips. He takes a moment, and you think he must be looking at you. Heat blossoms from your face all the way down to your chest, and then he’s against you again, a palm coming down between your shoulders as coarse fabric presses flush with your cunt.

You can really feel the outline of his cock now, hard enough to rival his armor but warm and thick against you, and you whimper. It’s only a click that snaps your awareness back to the weapon pointed at your head.

“Let’s try this again, little mouse.” Boba’s voice comes lower and airier through the vocoder now in a way that blazes right through you. “You give me what I want, and perhaps you’ll inspire my generosity.”

In emphasis of his intent, he rocks his erection against the cleft of your pussy. Your eyes snap wide, an almost painful stab of arousal making you immediately whine louder than you intend to. “Fuck--oh, please!”

“Careful.” His hand slides up your neck, angling your face so that he can see it twist in shame and pleasure. “Wouldn’t want anyone finding you like this.”

Your cheeks blaze. Shallow breaths stutter in your lungs as his thumb tugs the pillow of your lower lip. And then he releases you, his hand moving back somewhere you can’t sense. The pressure against your ass shifts for a moment, just before the wide, hot shaft of his bare cock caresses your cunt.

“Last night there was a man here, Mon Cala, middle aged.” Your body is on fire as he speaks, the skin to skin contact dousing your brain in blind want. You grit your teeth, screw your eyes shut, trying hard to focus on what he’s saying while your pussy twinges around nothing. “He talked to the owner here, then he met with someone. Tell me who.”

A reluctant whimper leaves your lips, and the noise might just be one of the most pathetic you’ve ever made as your tongue still stubbornly refuses to slip. But Fett’s words ring again through your head with a resentful pang: the mouse in his attic. Is that what you’ll die as?

At your temple, the blaster’s safety disengages.

“Fuck! Okay, okay.” Your breath comes heavily, brain uncertain and lust-addled, fumbling for the details. “He um. Met a--mmh, a woman, I d-didn’t catch her name. Please--” Your voice trails off in a soft whine, your hips shifting back, trying to find the means to swallow his cock where it teases your tender core, entice him with the diversion now that you’ve given him a crumb.

“You must be dumber than I took you for, sweetling.” His hips retreat slightly, evading you. The sheer display of restraint is infuriating, electrifying. It shallows your breath with need. He stills again, a rough, gloved hand running firmly up your spine, pushing your shirt up to bare more of your skin to his view. “Tell me the rest.”

Your teeth set with a final, feeble whine of hesitation. More instinct than anything. But then a cold ring of metal presses your temple, and fresh fear unbinds your tongue in a deluge.

“S-she had, ah--civilian clothes, but, um… an Imperial s-standard issue blaster.” Your eyes screw in concentration, details flickering like a glitchy holocom through your brain. “I heard them talk about, uh. A shipment. For… Fuck, uh. Th-three cycles from now.”

Boba hums, a sound that makes your eyes roll back as you feel yourself nearly dripping against him, your slick coating his cock where it just barely parts you.

“Smart girl.” His hand drags indulgently down your back, coming to rest on your hip and squeezing. “Where’s the shipment going, princess?”

Torture. This is some kind of galactic war crime, you’re sure of it. Pleasure surges from your teased cunt and his grip on your flesh, and his voice is almost soothing now, coaxing you further towards complacency. It’s all too much. Your head rests against the crate, defeat washing in a gentle tide over you.

“Going... to Hosnian Prime.”

A soft, satisfied puff of noise comes from the modulator. The barrel retreats from your temple.

“Now, there’s a good girl.”

Warmth crashes through your lower belly, a strange and exhilarating sensation that suddenly makes you want to... purr? No one has ever spoken to you like this, and it’s tickling a part of your brain that feels far, far too good. But then his cock glides thick and heavy along your folds, obliterating your thoughts, and all you can think about is having that inside of you.

“Fuck,” you whine as he slowly aligns himself, teasing up and down the drenched, tender flesh of your pussy. He takes his time, massaging the blunt head over your clit and sending little shocks through your muscles, making you shiver and clench. “Please, please…”

“Tame little creature when you want to be,” he grits, pressing against your entrance with an exhaled groan. “Keep being good for me.”

Slowly, he starts to push. And, oh, fuck.

You’re not ready.

You’re wetter and needier than you’ve ever been in your life, and you’re still not fucking ready to take a cock like this one when it crushes in and stretches you, setting an ache through your hips that tells you whatever happens, you’re bound to feel him for days.

A cry sticks in your throat and you will yourself to breathe, to relax as he sinks in further, forcing your walls to flutter and part around him. It truly feels like being broken open, and your fingers have to dig into the wood beneath you when he pulls out an inch and then pushes again, sinking deeper this time as a choked noise pulls through the vocoder.

By the time he finally bottoms out, you swear you can feel him shifting your guts. Every muscle in your pelvis is straining to take him, the intensity mind-numbing already. You’re nearly choking on your own attempts to breathe while he pauses, sheathed like this for a few moments, seeming to concentrate on his own breathing at the same time.

And then his voice comes again, a growl, pitched even lower and more ferocious than before through a clutched breath.

“Fuck, you’re a tight little thing.”

Stars.

This is different.

It’s so hard to think, you’ve never felt more full, but something in the back of your mind is unfurling, turning hot and primal with a roiling kind of need that burgeons and begs at the feeling of his cock rooted so fucking deep inside of you. You’ve had sex before, sure, but this…

You’re about to get fucked.

“Please…” you mewl. Desperation pierces you when you feel his fingers flex strong and firm around your hip in response. You turn your head, trying to glimpse him--only to realize that the blaster is still right next to your face, its angle nonchalant, close enough to brush your lips.

Your mind is so drenched in lust, the first urge that strikes you is to stick out your tongue and wet the metal, its sharp alloy piercing your senses and making your pussy seize with the shudder of danger.

In your periphery, you see the visor snap to attention, like he wasn’t fully looking at you before, lost in his own pleasure. But now he is. And he gives the weapon an experimental twist, allowing for your lips to wrap, delicate and wet, just around the tip of the barrel.

“Fearless little mouse.” There’s something dark and charged in his voice. “You look good like that.”

A slight wiggle to open your jaw, and the blaster shoves past your lips, resting thick and cold on your tongue, lighting your spine with a new thrill. Your voice swells on a muffled moan around it, such a soft and lovely sound to accompany a thing that’s orchestrated countless deaths.

“There we are. Nice and quiet now.”

Finally, finally, he starts to thrust, slow and measured, forcing your body to yield around the width of him. Something burns hot in your belly with each steady stroke, wiping your brain of everything but his presence.

The rough material of a glove smothers one of your asscheeks, grips and pulls at the pillowy flesh, spreading you open as his thrusts take up a steady, powerful rhythm. Boba Fett lets out a long groan, and you can only imagine the view he has right now. It sears you alive, the knowledge that he likes looking at you like this, pitching and whimpering with his rhythm, the sight of your pussy stretched, helpless around his cock and your mouth wetting his blaster.

Your spit slicks the barrel more with every thrust, and you can feel the mechanics shifting dangerously between your lips. But his trigger finger is steadier than death, and his control gives you the nerve to let your tongue lick out along the barrel, bathe in the electric wash of fear that sets all of your nerves into overdrive.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he snarls as his pace starts to kick up wilder.

Intense pleasure cracks through you now, visceral in a way you’ve never felt, and it’s all you can do to keep relatively quiet. The barrel on your tongue is a sharp enough reminder, yet it fuels your arousal to burn hotter and wetter all the same. The more you concentrate on the powerful bliss coiling in your core and rippling outwards, the more you can feel yourself starting to tighten around him, your body yearning vaguely towards a release it can’t seem to center on.

You hear him groan as you squeeze him, his grip on your flesh flexing and shifting. A few more strong thrusts, and then his cock pulls all the way out of you with a woeful pang, the blaster vacating your mouth in the same motion to leave you empty, dizzied and clenching. But before you can unscramble your brain, the blaster slots back into its holster and he’s moving you. With an effortless kind of control, he flips you over, shifting you until the solid wood of the crate supports your ass.

He hikes both of your legs onto one shoulder and in one swift, easy motion, whisks your pants over your shoes and off of your ankles, tossing them carelessly into the darkness of the room before hooking your legs around his armored waist.

“Going to watch you cum, princess. Nice and pretty.”

Your mouth opens on a gasp at his words, and a gloved thumb immediately presses your tongue, the taste of leather and plasma residue grounding your senses enough to register that he’s lining his cock back up at the heat of your entrance. You whine around his thick digit, and he growls somewhere low in his chest as he pushes the thick head back in, this new angle making you see stars all over again.

He doesn’t bother letting you adjust this time, just uses your wetness to his advantage to start railing through your tightness, burning and stretching you as that warm swell starts to crest again. It’s such a deep, full feeling, spreading a delicious ache from the spot where he hits you deep in your tummy.

Your brows draw together, your whines pitching higher as you search the visor. It’s a wordless plea, your vision swallowed by the power of him fucking you deep, your body now screaming to cum but needing something you can’t quite pinpoint.

The hunter’s thumb slips out of your mouth, his hand forging an eager path down your body. He palms your tit over your shirt, before grabbing the low collar and yanking it down, baring your nipples to his view one after the other. His whole hand spans your torso as he hooks the lower hem with his thumb, bunching the material until both your belly and tits are bare, your shirt like a handle at your diaphragm that he uses to pound you even harder, watching your body jolt, overpowered by his thrusts.

Airy little wails brush through your lips, the pleasure all too intense and not enough at the same time. You can’t take it anymore, you need something on your clit, and your fingers twitch to seek out that precious target. But he’s already moving, his hips slowing to a lazier pace while his free hand finds some destination at his belt, and what he produces freezes you in your tracks.

“Steady now,” he breathes as he slips a long blade out of his belt and spins it by the hilt, his fingers almost too quick, too tactful for such a brute.

Instinctual panic grips you at the sight of the weapon, making your legs try to close. But he’s pushed too deep in you, his frame has you pinned open, and there’s nothing you can do against the sheer breadth of his body. Powerless, you simply whimper.

“Wh… what are y--”

“Hush, princess.”

A flick of his thumb and the vibroblade springs to life, its hum filling the quiet air. He starts to bring the blunt hilt of it down where your body yields to his. Alarm pierces you one final time, but then he touches the pommel, just barely, against the tender swell of your clit.

You want to fucking scream. As if in anticipation of this, he claps his hand over your mouth just in time for you to bite down on his glove while your eyes roll back in a powerful wave of ecstasy. The vibrations surge through the sensitive nerves, lighting your whole body up in a way you’ve never felt before. It’s pure bliss, and then a low, long growl slips through the helmet’s modulator at the feeling of your walls pulsing tight, strangling his cock.

His thrusts deepen again, powerful and steady, stroking some devastating spot deep inside you. Your muffled wails get lost in the breath-dampened fabric of his glove while the intense pleasure crests from your clit, higher, higher, lasering in on that intangible cusp and barreling you straight towards it.

You suspend at the peak, all senses failing, and then your orgasm takes you in a riptide, surging through your nerves like liquid fire. The magnitude of it rends you, stronger than you’ve ever felt, dragging you under and forcing you to ride it out while it just pulls and pulls. By the time you regain your sight you’re shaking, waves of bliss still pulsing and crashing through your body in time to the strong rhythm of his hips, the glowing epicenter that unwavering vibration at your clit.

Sobs wrack your chest, pour out high and lose themselves somewhere in the meat of his hand, and you think you try to catch a few breaths, but you can’t even come down. Boba’s voice cuts through the rush in your ears.

“Good. Good girl.”

He holds the buzzing hilt of the blade impossibly steady against your clit and that glow is still so bright, twitching, starting to spill through your nerves again and holy shit you think you just might--

“Again.”

Your second orgasm shreds you like a plasma cannon.

You’re blind, numb to everything but the intense pleasure, nerves now as raw and sharp as the edge of the blade itself. His hand is tight over your face and you feel your cunt convulsing and gushing around his cock, slick cum spilling to wet your asscheeks, and it must be your own because his pace hasn’t let up.

A clatter resounds on the edge of your consciousness and when your eyes come into focus, Boba’s hand is locking into your waist, the blade discarded somewhere in the room. His hips piston hard with a few vulgar slaps of flesh, the head of his cock crushing against your deepest parts before he wrenches out of you and spills over your bare stomach with a strangled roar, gripping himself at the base and thrusting against you as warm, thick ropes paint your skin.

His release is long. Grunts distort into rough static through the vocoder as he rides out the last pulses, until finally he braces himself on the crate beside your head, hunched over you like a beast, his chest plate rolling with heavy breaths. You can only blink at him through hazed, damp eyes, your body feeling weak and utterly fucked dumb. The hand over your mouth slowly unlocks its grip, dragging downwards and leaving you to take shallow gulps of air while he gives your tit a deliberate squeeze.

And then he drags himself off of you, straightening with an almost-concealed groan as he adjusts himself and leaves you to blink at the dark ceiling, still letting oxygen find your brain.

When you shakily manage to sit up, you just glimpse him slipping the discarded vibroblade back into his belt and turning towards the door. Even through your dizziness, you scoff. Figures. Bastard is just going to fuck your brains out and then leave you like this.

“You know,” you sigh, watching him and lazily trailing your fingers in a circle on your tummy, enjoying the lingering buzz of your skin and gathering a bit of his spend where it coats you, still warm. “I’d say that tip-off was at least worth a handful of credits in my jar on your way out.”

He turns and looks at you then, the helmet cocking in consideration for a moment. As soon as his attention is on you, your fingers move from his mess on your belly to your mouth, where you slowly suckle him off of your fingers, never once taking your eyes off the visor, a tiny ripple of playfulness wiggling your shoulders and curling your lips.

His shoulders square to you, and that hunter’s stance still makes your chest seize, sends a pulse to your exhausted pussy.

Metal clinks softly as he walks towards you, stepping between your knees until you’re forced to drop your hand from your mouth and look up at him, heart fluttering again. He brushes the knuckle of his forefinger under your chin.

“Fresh out.”

His back turns as you stare, speechless. And then the door swings on its hinges, and Boba Fett is gone.

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Boba x fem!reader, smut

Reader is a bounty hunter disguised as a stripper to get close to the target. Boba is defending the target. Things get interesting.

TW: unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism

***

This was going to be an easy assassination, you thought as you got ready. A crime lord who can’t stay away from strippers. Just so happened you could pass for one. You had done what you considered to be extravagant prep for your job. Your nails, hair, and eyelashes were all done. You felt very feminine. It wasn’t a bad feeling. Getting the job was surprisingly stressful. Good thing you had learned a few pole moves.

The first thing you noticed when you walked out on the floor was the music. You hadn’t been expecting the volume level, so it was a little jarring. You walked around a little bit, taking stock of the situation. You casually walk by the VIP area. Boba Fett. What. Why was he here? You do a casual double take. There he was, at your target’s table. Kriff. The only thing to do was to talk to him. Try to figure out an angle. You ignored a patron trying to get your attention and walked toward Boba. As a stripper, you easily walked through security. You do your best to slink over to the table. Everyone is engaged in conversation, except Fett. He was sitting quietly, scanning the room. He appeared to eye you from under his helmet. You approach him, slowly, in what you hoped was a sexy manner. When you were close enough to touch him, you leaned over appealingly, “Want a dance, baby?”

Fett takes you in for a second,“No.”

Kriff. He wasn’t going to make this easy. You try again, “Come on baby..” you lean over to his helmet as if you’re about to whisper a secret in his ear. That’s exactly what you attempt to do, “What the fuck are you doing here, Fett?”

You pull back and smile sweetly, sitting down in his lap. He regards you quietly. You wrap your arms around his neck and pretend to nuzzle into him, “Fuck off. This is my bounty.”

He raises a hand then, grabbing you softly by the neck and pulling you towards his helmet. You comply, trying to figure out how to glare effectively at a helmet. “This bounty is under my protection. Now get out of here before I disintegrate you.” He releases you. You sit there, considering.

“Fett’s got a girlfriend finally!” Roared your bounty jovially. You turned to look at him, annoyed but smiling like an angel. “Ride him good girlie, he never lets loose!”

“I’m on the job,” Fett interjected.

“Nonsense, have some dances on me. Stay right where you are, girlie.”

You ponder your situation. On the one hand you were going to have to get through some dances. You were glad you had watched a few before your shift. On the other hand, you could have some fun with Fett. You decided to antagonize him as much as possible.

You turn around, shaking your hair down. You lean back and lift your left leg over Fett’s body so you are now straddling him.  The bounty roars again, “That’s it, give him a show!”

You smile sweetly while giving Fett dagger eyes. You lean forward, running a finger from the top of his helmet to the bottom. You then lick his helmet, tracing the line up the opposite direction. You are cheered on. You again go to whisper in his ear, “Motherfucker make me.”

You sit up, giving him bedroom eyes. You move your body rhythmically in front of him, running your hands over yourself. He faces straight ahead stiffly. After one song you realize you’ve got to start shedding clothing. You slowly pull off your dress during the next song. You curse him out at ever opportunity. You annoy him: You run your hands over his chest, scratching your new nails along his armor. You bat your long eyelashes. You press your tits against his helmet. You lick his helmet again for good measure.

A new song starts and you slowly start to undo your top. This was more than you bargained for, but it was oddly worth it to aggravate Fett. He effectively blocked this bounty. No one would get past him. How had no one had intel that Fett was his body guard? You were angry about wasting credits getting here.

You drop your top directly over his helmet. It stays for a moment before sliding off to one side. You play with your piercings momentarily. Maybe you were getting a little too into character. For your final trick, you decide to grind on him, just to see what would happen. You lower yourself down into his lap, letting your full weight sink into his lap for the first time since you had started your shenanigans. You felt what you thought might be some sort of belt accessory. Your eyes momentarily widened when you realized it was his erection. Your eyes flick up to his helmet and you smile sinfully. You grind around in a circular motion, moving your hands over your body. If you were going to do something, it was worth doing right. You put one hand on his sternum, then start slowly dragging it down, down, down to his cock - his hand grabs your wrist sharply and he pulls you up and forward. You lurch forward, disconnecting from his groin. You were really getting to him.

You allow the momentum to propel you forward enough so you could ‘whisper’ in his ear again. “Hot for me huh? Motherfucker you wouldn’t know what to do with this ass.” You bounce down into his lap for emphasis. The song ends, almost as if on cue. You gather up your clothing, to the adoration of the table. There’s a couple hoots in Fett’s direction. He sat impassively, motionlessly. Dollars are thrown your way. You almost let out an aggravated sigh - now you had to pick it up. You playfully work your way around the table, picking up singles and some twenties. Once you collect everything, you turn to Fett one last time. You let your hair fall forward so that only he can see you, and give him a nasty look.

Someone grabs your wrist and pulls you forward with enough force that you crash into Fett. It was Fett himself. He pulls your head down to his level by your hair, “Just make up the credits on the floor.” He stuffs 1,000 credits into you panties. You glare at him, unsure whether or not he was trying to be serious. You take off, adrenaline wearing off. You head to the back room and sit down in an empty area. You count your money to distract yourself. You almost got yourself killed by The Boba Fett because of your quick temper. At least now you had a story that guaranteed no one would believe.

***  You gathered with the other bounty hunters at Jabba’s Palace. Bib Fortuna and Boba Fett stood by his side. Boba was as impassive as ever, blaster in hand, watching the crowd. When everyone was ready, Fortuna called for order. He explained why you and the others had been called. You were to go after some small warlord’s family. It was to send a message. Of course there were more mercs here than needed. Healthy competition as well as to send a message: Do not interfere with Jabba’s plans.

After that Fortuna got to details. You were uninterested. They would all be in the puck anyway. Your eyes flick around the room, landing on Fett. You start; for a second it looks like he’s staring at you. Hilarious, you think.

When you are dismissed, you do not stick around to party. You grab a puck and head towards where your ship is docked. You turn corner after corner. It’s almost a maze.

Finally you know you are getting close, thanks to the signs on the walls. You turn another corner, and almost run into someone. You jump backwards into a fighting posture. You realize it’s none other than Fett. Before you can say anything, he says, “Hello again.”

You lower your arms halfway, unsure what is going on. “Hi.” You realize that he recognizes you, even though you now look nothing like what you did that night. There is a pause while you feel awkward and Fett just lets it ride.

“I was pissed about that,” you broke the silence.

“I had noticed.”

There’s another pause, then Fett shifts his weight from one foot to the other, “Let’s see if I know what to do with that ass.”  You make a confused noise, squinting your eyes as if that would help you to understand.

He repeats himself, taking one step closer to you. You drop your arms fully as he approached.

“Did you forget your parting statement?”

You swallow, “No, I remember.”

“Well?”

You look around, then look at him as if he’s stupid.

“After the show you put on you’re feeling shy now?” He asked, somewhat incredulous.

You consider this. Touché. Then you kept considering. You would call his bluff.

“Okay.”

He walks towards you quickly, closing the gap between you two. You are face to helmet with him. He turns you around and pushes you against the wall. He uses a foot to kick your feet apart, while he reaches around to undo your pants. Your mind spins. This is happening, and you are already well into it. You wonder at the fact that he has no qualms about the location. It’s too late to back out now. You made a deal with Boba Fett.

You put your hands against the wall, not knowing what else to do with them. Boba sticks a gloved hand down the front of your pants. He pets you through your underwear. You grow wet at this. He pulls his hand out and when it returns there’s no glove. This time he slides his hand beneath your underwear, to your pussy. He curls two fingers inside you, and you quiver. He plays with you for awhile, until you are dripping and squirming under his ministrations. You are focusing on not moaning, still worrying about uninvited guests. You’re not sure if you’re an exhibitionist.

Suddenly he pulls his hand out of your pants. You gasp. You feel your pants being tugged down to just below your ass. You bit your lip, anticipating. There is some rustling behind you, and then you feel his already hard cock against your ass cheek. He slaps you lightly with it and then pulls you by your waist a little further out from the wall. His cock slides between your legs, then he pulls up a little so that it connects with your pussy. You moan softly. He works his cock back and forth in your folds, hitting your clit lightly when he thrusts forward. You start to move with him, beginning to forget you are in a public area. Suddenly he slips his cock into you, splitting you open. Your eyes widen and you gasp at his size. He slowly finishes bottoming out in you, then pulls fully out. He repeats himself. He pumps into you then, slowly at first, but building up speed and power rapidly. You try to spread your legs a little wider, but they are held fast by your pants. You moan in frustration. He must have understood because he yanked your pants down to your knees. You spread a little wider, thankful. He reaches around and lightly rubs your clit, teasing it as he fucks you. You moan and put your hand over his, applying more pressure. He complies. The added friction drives you to new levels of pleasure, and you let Boba know by vocalizing. You think you hear him laugh, but can’t be sure.

He pulls you away from the wall and bends you over so you’re staring at your feet. He pounds down into you, still rubbing circles on your clit. You can feel your orgasm building quickly.

You vaguely hear a “Hey!!...” and turn your head. One of the other bounty hunters is standing there, hands raised, palms open to indicate there was no problem. Boba grunts and doesn’t even slow down. The man quickly retreats. Despite yourself you snort out a laugh. Boba ignores the entire situation. The pressure in your pussy continues to build.

You return your gaze to the dirty floor as the infamous Boba Fett fucked you in a hallway of Jabba’s Palace. Another story no one would believe. He grabs you by your hair and pulls you up in to a standing position. He pushes you into the wall, and using it for support he ruts into you. You face hurts from being slammed into the wall. Oddly you don’t mind. All you can focus on is your impending orgasm.  ”Boba,” you pant. You’re so close.

He grunts in response. You writhe under him and give a high pitched moan. Then you cum on his cock as he’s deep inside you. He continues to fuck you but his thrusts are slightly less controlled. You moan, riding out your orgasm. Suddenly you feel Fett shudder behind you. He stiffens then slumps against you for a second. Then he is gone. You turn around, dazed. He has already readjusted himself. You hear a soft laugh. He pulls your pants up for you, and you put your hands on his strong upper arms, feeling him flex. After he has done up your pants, he brushes your hands off himself. He takes one hand to grab you by your chin. He squeezes.

“Don’t ever challenge me again.”

Your feisty personality rears its head, “You call that fucking?”

He seems to freeze, slightly dumbstruck. After a pause he says, “I like you.” He squeezes a bit harder, then drops his hand. You two stare at each other for a beat, then he turned away wordlessly. He turns the corner and is gone. You stand there, wondering if that really just happened. But he’s oozing out of you, so there’s your proof. You look around, then wonder why you’re just standing there. You continue back to your ship, a slight limp in your walk.

As you enter the take off sequence, you wonder what could possibly happen at your third meeting with Fett.

#boba fett x you #boba fett fanfiction #boba fett smut #boba fett x y/n #boba fett x reader #the mandolorian #star wars smut

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raz-b-rose · 3 years ago

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We don't know what God intended ever though. People have their own opinions and religious texts get changed and removed whenever aome powerful figure sees fit, and they than cover it up by saying they have talked to god. Do you believe that every person to have written or omitted text from the Bible actually heard those words directly from God or his people?

If the Bible gives you comfort than I am happy for you. But to use that to weaponize other people and identities? I've seen multiple therapist before and after coming out. And I can tell you when I believe myself cis I was more suicidal, more hating of my body, more sick than I ever will be after coming out. And from actually talking with my psychiatrist and psychologist about this?? They are literally trained in mental illness and they genuinely do not believe that my identity has any negative impact on my mental health.

Me being threatened and told to kill myself because I'm trans? Me getting told that maybe, and I quote, "if someone shoved their cock in your pussy you'd be straightened out", me being told that a part of me that has made me the happiest I have ever been in my entire life? Those have been huge negative impacts on my life and mental health.

But let's switch this around, shall we? Not out of malice but out of example. You believe that God is real. You have no evidence. Other than the evidence that proves against his existence. You follow blindly because you have this feeling, this deep engrained feeling, that he has to be out there. And what might just be some form of desperate need to feel some kind of importance, you believe that, in this entire huge universe that God has made, where God has probably made billions of other life forms, that we, humans, are his favorite. You believe. And you practicing and following your religion makes you feel fulfilled. Happy.

There are numerous bit of evidence to prove that God isn't real. But you've actively chosen to believe in God anyways.

There is thousands of years of evidence to conclude that transgender people exist. Compared to the few actual medical journals out there that try to disagree, it's a pretty assured fact that people are transgender and not sick. And being trans? That part of our identity? Makes us happy and fulfilled and finally whole. Like we belong and aren't just loved by some man in the sky, but by ourselves. Which is far more important any love anyone else can give you.

I'm tempted to believe that, in the end, what matters to you is your own opinions. You own beliefs. And that to me just proves your own hubris. Your own belief that your word of God is superior to others (even priests who've studied Christianity far more than you), and that you believe yourself so knowledgeable about God's beliefs and views that you can tell other people what those are.

Also, while I respect your religion, please do not pray for me. Christians burned my people alive in the past and stole our traditions and holidays, and I don't think you'd much care to waste time praying on a Pagan anyways.

1. Of course I'll pray for you and will gladly always take the time to pray for you. No matter who you are. No questions asked.

This goes for anybody.

You say "my people" like I'm automatically attached to the people of the past just because they claimed Christianity to justify their hate and violence. (also please provide sources to these events I want to learn)

Gods commands us to love God first and our neighbor as ourselves second 8 times in the bible using those words exactly "love your neighbor as yourself". And that's what I'm trying to do. I'm still human.

2. I can understand finding a peace in yourself after fighting against darkness for so long, and I'm absolutely disgusted by whoever told you those things. Thats all levels of wrong and I do not believe that.

Rape is never the answer.

Suicide-baiting is never the answer.

3. As for knowing Gods intentions its directly stated not just in Genesis but the entire bible. The OT is a love letter of foreshadowing to Gods promised salvation for us and the NT is the fulfillment of that and the collection of letters reflecting Gods heart.

If I believe that God is always in control then I can believe He has the power to keep His word together for us now. Yes people will and still are twisting it today, but that is where our personal dedication to seeking truth with a willing heart will give the Holy Spirit the opportunity to open our eyes to lies.

I believe in the supernatural and miracles and God power and the beautiful transformation that is salvation. He used this power to speak verbally to Moses through a burning bush. He used this power to speak into a persons heart via the conscience. I've experienced it.

Time is irrelevant to God and I honestly truly pray for you to find Him someday too. Not so I can say "I changed you" but so you can see how truly wonderful God is.

Yes God calls us to be examples of Him but if your image of God comes through the actions of sinful man then you haven't truly seen God. Seek His character in His word, see Him for who He is.

And as an added note, the church today likes to act like marriage is the be all end all for a Christian. It isn't. I hope you know that I, and others like me, understand and would never force that on you.

The church also likes to ignore the OT so yes I'm still learning about that portion of my bible. I am in a church now that is heavily focused on history and original texts and context and cross referencing.

But truth is truth and I don't need extensive knowledge to know that. Genesis states it clearly. Evidence of His existence is all around us and we ourselves are that evidence.

I love you just as I love all my other LGBTQ friends and co-workers and acquaintances. But this love isn't the one you want, blind acceptance. I love you as God loves you but I do not accept your sin. You root your entire identity in that, while I root mine in God.

So yes. I'll continue to pray for you. Pray for your health, and safety. Pray for your salvation. Pray for you to see God. Pray for your mental and emotional health. Pray for good to come to you. I'll pray for you.

#raz answers #raz is a christian #christianity #christians #prayer #faith #belief #beliefs #salvation #love your neighbor as yourself #love as God loves #trying to be an image of God

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untaemedqueen · 5 years ago

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The Bird Cage

Mafia!Jimin x Reader

Chapter 29.

Warnings: Fingering, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Unprotected Sex

Blood, Guns, Knives, Smoking (Cigarettes), Character Death

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A/N: GUYS IT’S OVER. I’M CRYING. Thank you to everyone who supported this series. I love you all. I’m going to miss Mafia Chim

"GOOD MORNING!" You yell opening up the playroom as cigarette smoke rolls out of your mouth. Kim Shin groans, picking up his head as you smile at him. Your hands place down the tray of stale bread before kicking it over to him and pulling your cigarette from your mouth.

"How'd you sleep?" You ask sitting in the corner chair crossing your legs. Your eyes taking in his newly missing arm, the blood smeared on the floor evidence enough before pulling an impressed face at Jeongguk's handiwork.

"Are we ready to talk?" You ask sweetly as if talking to a baby or a small dog. Kim Shin looks up at you with his one good eye before spitting on the floor.

"Aigo." You mumble before standing up. You pull from your cigarette before walking over and burning it out in his breakfast. The piece of bread hissing as you crouch down.

"You've been in here a very long time. I'll keep you in here until my daughter goes to college if you want. Or, you can just tell me what I want to know." Shin scoffs before narrowing his eye at you.

"You already know who killed your parents." He says as you sit on the floor and cross your legs. There was a comfortable distance between you both. You wouldn't dare get blood on your brand new Gucci dress.

"I do?" You ask tilting your head, Kim Shin hums before smiling.

"Oh, you do." You put your hand under your cheek before smirking.

"And who is that?"

"I'd tell you to suck my balls for it but I don't have any, anymore." The joke was funny, funny enough to making you smile. The boys were deeming this Stockholm Syndrome. Kim Shin was enamoured with you, for some odd reason, but he still won't tell you who it is.

"You just like me coming and seeing you every morning." You tell him before standing up with an eye roll.

"I do." He admits looking up at you as he crosses his legs.

"Shame, after tomorrow. I'm going on vacation and won't see you." Shin gets up to his knees quickly at your statement.

"You're leaving me?" Sadness does not look good on this disgusting old man.

"Yes." You say simply walking towards the door.

"I'll tell you tomorrow, then!" You turn towards him, flashing him a brilliant smile as you clear your throat.

"Tomorrow, then." You step out of the room only to be greeted by your husband as he holds your daughter in his arms.

"Hawon was looking for mommy." You close the door shut tight behind you before opening your mouth at your daughter.

"What's wrong?" You say giving her a pout making her smile. Jimin pushes some stray hairs off of your daughter's face before kissing her temple.

"She wants a morning bath with mommy. Isn't that right, Hawon-ah?" Your three year old daughter nods before giggling and putting her index finger in her mouth. You grab your daughter before spinning around and walking towards your room with Jimin hot on your trail.

"Minseok is sleeping." He says tip toeing behind you.

"You should wake him up or he won't take his nap later." He pulls your arm as your daughter lays her head on your shoulder. You stop walking before turning to Jimin and tilting your head.

"What's the matter?" You ask looking up at him.

"I love you." He whispers wrapping his arms around your waist. You hum in delight leaning up and kissing him.

"I love you, too." Hawon picks her head up.

"Love me, daddy?" Jimin chuckles pulling away from you before kissing her forehead.

"Daddy loves you too, baby." You smirk before petting Hawon's head as she lays back down on you with a smile.

"I'll go get Minseok." He whispers before patting your ass cheek.

"Yum yum." Jimin tells his one year old son as he holds up the plastic spoon with corn puree on it.

"Come on." He tells Minseok as he whines loudly rubbing his small hands over his eyes.

"Gotta eat to get big and strong like daddy. Come on." He says before smiling at his adorable son.

Taehyung enters the kitchen before smiling at the sight before him. Jimin in his pinstripe suit feeding his half naked son in his highchair as he squirms around.

"You want a drink?" Taehyung asks, opening the liquor cabinet.

"No thanks, just coffee." Jimin mutters before wiping at Minseok's chin with his bib.

"Fatherhood looks good on you, dude." Taehyung comments pouring Jimin a cup of coffee. Jimin smirks at the comment before nodding.

"Thanks." Taehyung hands him the cup before pouring himself a glass of whisky.

"I'm proud of you." Taehyung whispers before leaning on the island counter as Minseok smiles at him. Tae wrinkles his nose before smiling back at the little boy's cuteness.

"He looks just like you, it's scary." Jimin chuckles before opening his mouth making his son do so.

"Good boy." Jimin says happily before kissing Minseok's temple.

"Meeting in two hours." Jimin says to Tae before looking at his Rolex. Taehyung nods before standing up and stretching.

"Better get the wife to give me head before then." His comment has Jimin snorting as he leaves the kitchen.

"Let's finish your breakfast." Jimin whispers to his son as his son grabs his finger.

Jimin sits down at his desk, his gun aimed at one of the crew member's heads.

"Yeah, okay. So what? You just dropped a shipment off without acknowledging pick up? That's millions of cash wasted because of your stupid mistake." The crew member bows his head as Jimin cocks his gun.

"I'm sorry, Boss." Jimin scoffs before raising his gun.

"Sorry is going to cut my loss? Or is killing you going to cut my loss?" The crew member presses his lips together as the door opens. Jimin turns his head to the sound as he hears little pitter patters.

"Daddy?!" Hawon asks excitedly. Jimin uncocks his gun going wide eyed before throwing it in his drawer.

"Hawon!" He hears Mirae yell. She gasps in delight making him chuckle as she sees him.

"You're supposed to be napping, baby girl." He chides playfully to his daughter as he pushes back his chair.

"I want to sleep with daddy!" She frowns as she runs to Jimin. Mirae enters the room.

"Sir! I'm so sorry! She was laying down and then she just got up and ran." Jimin chuckles picking up his daughter.

"That's okay. Don't worry. You want to sleep with me?" He asks, craning his neck to look at his daughter, she nods into his skin making him smirk.

"I got it, Mirae." She nods with a smile before closing the door. Hawon lifts her head before looking at Jeongguk who sticks his tongue out at her making her giggle.

"You should get Hawon's name tattooed on your body. She just saved your fucking life." Yoongi says before slapping the crew member upside the head.

"Fucking?" Hawon mutters looking at her other uncle. Jimin gives a fake chuckle before narrowing his eyes at Yoongi who puts his hand over his mouth.

"Don't say that around mommy. Hmm? Nap time." He says standing up.

"Fuh-king." Hawon says loudly, making Jeongguk snort as he lowers his head.

"You're dead." Jimin tells Yoongi, Yoongi gives him an apologetic gummy smile before slapping the crew member upside the head once more as Jimin leaves.

"Look! It's the guy that taught my daughter her first curse word!" You yell, throwing your cell phone into the box as Yoongi enters the room. He chuckles awkwardly putting his hand to the back of his neck as you fold your arms raising your eyebrow.

"Sorry." He murmurs sheepishly before tossing his phone into the box.

"You're an idiot." You mutter as Jimin enters rubbing his eyes.

"At least someone gets to take naps." You whisper before pulling out a cigarette. Yoongi leans over the table lighting it for you as you lean back in your chair. Jimin throws his phone in the box before sitting down next to you and kissing your cheek.

"I had a dream about you, Kitten." He whispers in your ear before grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers.

"You did? About what?" You inquire flirtatiously as Jimin rubs the back of your hand with his thumb.

"I'll show you later." He mumbles before kissing your cheek.

Everyone enters finally. Seokjin being the last as he holds his son to his chest.

"Kid won't sleep if he's not on me." He grumbles, you burn out your cigarette quickly before waving your hand at the smoke.

"Let me see my nephew." You say holding out your arms. Seokjin sighs gratefully as his son stirs on his broad shoulder.

"Jisuk-ah!" You cheer, making his son smile sleepily. Seokjin leans over the men to hand you Jisuk before sitting down with a groan. His head lulling back before throwing his phone in the box.

"I don't know how you have two." Jin whines putting his hands through his hair making Jimin chuckle. Namjoon locks the box before throwing it out into the hallway.

"Guns." You pull your gun from your thigh before putting it on the table as Jisuk coddles to your body.

"Aigo. Sleepy boy." You whisper to your nephew making Jimin smile warmly. You were so affectionate after having your two children. He was really the most blessed person in the entire universe. Jeongguk smiles widely before putting his hands behind his head outstretching his elbows.

"Agendas." Jimin says, cracking his knuckles before leaning over and rubbing Jisuk's sleeping back.

"I have one." Yoongi mumbles, making you look up. Jimin nods to him and Yoongi clears his throat uncomfortably.

"So...uh... Lee Oh is dead." This information came from Hyunah about two years ago. He passed in his sleep, due to heart failure. Jimin nods to him before tilting his head.

"And, uh... You know Hyunah bought the mansion just a few...um... A few meters down the road." Yoongi looks at his hands uncomfortably. You smirk at his nervousness as Jisuk whines putting his face into your neck.

"I know...I know." You whisper before kissing his forehead. Yoongi looks up quickly at the noise before rubbing his hands together.

"Go ahead." Jimin says before putting his hand on your knee.

"I was gonna ask if uh..If I could move in with Hyunah...So...Yeah." You smirk before looking at Jimin. Jimin nods before leaning back in her chair.

"Of course you can hyung." He says before smiling, Yoongi gives a tight lipped smile before nodding.

"Thanks."

"What else?" Jimin asks before looking across the table at Taehyung and raising his eyebrows, Taehyung clears his throat furrowing his eyebrows before leaning forward raising his pointer finger.

"Hyejin is pregnant." You gasp loudly before smiling. She's been wanting a baby since they got married three years ago. You squeal happily stamping your feet on the floor. Taehyung chuckles before putting his cheek on his hand.

"Congratulations." Namjoon says, shaking Taehyung's shoulders. Tae gives an embarrassed laugh before nodding.

"Thank you." You giggle happily before clapping as Jimin smirks.

"Get ready to not sleep." He tells Taehyung before Seokjin nods.

"Yeah, you better make Hyejin put the kid to bed at a good time and make her fucking sleep throughout the night instead of her getting up and putting her finger under his nose every hour to make sure he's alive." Seokjin rants before closing his eyes, making you snort.

You don't delve into Jin and your sister's marriage, it's not your place. But, they don't seem the happiest and there have been a few accounts as you've gone through the books for your girls that look off. As if Jin has been erasing his name from the computer. Very suspicious.

"Business?" Jimin asks and you nod sitting forward.

"Jina is going to take over the books instead of going out for affairs from now on, so if you have any questions about the girls you can ask her. Looking after the girls, the kids, getting the casino started. It's a lot." Jimin hums in agreement rubbing your upper back as he sits back.

"How's the casino coming anyway?" Jeongguk asks, dancing his knife between his fingers.

"The Bird Cage is coming together nicely." Jimin smirks at the name before leaning over and kissing your cheek.

"Anything else?" Seokjin looks over at his son before turning on the t.v.

"Kwon Jijoon. He's been giving the Byun's some grief lately. They're asking for help. Kwon Jijoon in his past has picked a shipment of ours many years ago." Jimin tilts his head as his picture comes up before a knock comes at the door.

"Mommy?" Your daughter whines through the door making you smile. Jimin stands up quickly walking around the table before opening the door. Hawon makes her presence known as the guys put away their guns.

"Mommy?" Hawon asks, craning her head around Jimin's leg as she hugs it. You giggle sitting up straight.

"Yes, baby?" Jeongguk wrinkles his nose happily as his niece smiles, shaking her body.

"I miss you." She whispers, getting embarrassed in front of her crush. Hawon has just realized this year how big of an impact Hoseok has on her senses. Her eyes and ears are always enraptured when he's around. You stand tall before walking past the guys, Jeongguk grabs your gun for you before clearing his throat.

"Hi Hawon-ah." Hoseok whispers cutely, she shoves her face into Jimin's pinstripe pants making him chuckle. You hand Jin his son before groaning as you pick up your own child.

"I missed you too." You whisper before kissing her forehead.

"I'll see you guys later." You tell them before tickling Hawon as you walk to her room.

Jimin leans on the doorway before chuckling and shutting the door behind him.

"Kill him." He says before cracking his neck and walking back to his seat.

"It's your anniversary tomorrow." Namjoon comments leaning back in his chair as Jimin sits back down. Jimin hums in agreement as the screen flicks to the warehouses.

"I'm taking Y/N to the house in Busan." He says before putting his feet up on the table leaning his body against the metal wall.

"Without the kids?" Jimin rubs his hands before smirking.

"Without the kids."

"So we'll have another baby around soon." Taehyung teases making Jimin smirk as he looks up at the screen, he nods once.

"What else is on the agenda?"

Jimin throws his dress shirt on the chair before walking over to the liquor caddy and pouring two glasses of whisky. His eyes glancing over the room before looking at the kitten painting on the wall. He smirks before sitting on the edge of the bed, his head tilted as he stares at the kitten's paw. The bedroom door opens, you were in your silken gold nightgown. Your freshly washed hair falling in rivets down your back as Jimin smiles. He holds up your glass of whisky before licking his lips.

"Hi, gorgeous." His melodic voice echoing throughout your bedroom as you smile.

"Hi Daddy." Jimin groans in agreement before standing up and padding over to you. You grab the glass of whisky as he shuts the door.

"Babies okay?" He asks, wrapping his arm around your waist. You nod hugging him tight making him chuckle. His nose burying in your strawberry scented hair as he closes his eyes.

"I love you." He mumbles before kissing your head.

"I love you, too." He pulls away only to caress your cheek, his tongue running over his plump lips. You sip your whisky as he pulls you over to the bed.

He sits down, his eyes on the clock as it hits twelve. "Happy anniversary, Kitten."

You lift your nightgown before straddling him. His eyes on yours as he downs his whisky in a flash.

"Happy anniversary, baby." Jimin smiles before intertwining your fingers. His gaze falling on your rings as they shine in the dull moonlighted room. His hand caresses your thigh at a lazy pace, kneading your flesh as he pulls you closer to him. You grab his glass before setting it down on the bedside table.

"Oh, my Kitten." He whispers before grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back making you giggle. Your hands grabbing at his hair as he crawls over you. He was always sexy, so charming and alluring. So perfect and so completely yours.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful." He whispers caressing your neck with his thumb. His bottom lip tucking between his teeth as he sits up. It was a gorgeous love that the both of you share. So completely entranced in one another, always. Jimin leans down his lips pressing against yours as he pushes up your nightgown. His hands running up your thighs before smirking against your lips.

"No underwear?" He mumbles rubbing at your bare hips, you giggle against him as he pulls away. "Sit up." Your nightgown getting discarded as your hands run over his eight pack, the muscles flexing as he sits up fully on his knees. His eyelids are lowering as he takes in your body.

"Shit." His lips are back on yours, moving with a frenzied pace as he rubs at your breasts. His fingertips pinching and rolling your nipples as you mewl into his mouth.

"You get my cock so fucking hard." He mutters as his lips trail down your neck, his lips suckling brilliant patches of pinks and reds as he flicks your nipples. Your head lulls back as you whimper his name.

"I love when you say my name. I never loved my name more until I met you." You smile as he kisses down. His tongue licking over your now hard nipples.

"Fuck! Daddy!" Jimin's eyes close as he relishes in your voice. His hands spread your knees, situating himself between them.

"Pussy wet for Daddy? Hmm?" He asks letting his lips trail lower, his actions stopping to kiss at your belly button before continuing. His fingers tease at your slit, his tongue licking at your lips as you whimper. Your hips buck up in anticipation making Jimin click his teeth.

"Be a good girl." You bite your bottom lip as he continues to tease. Pressing gentle kisses against your pussy lips, his tongue giving small kitten licks to your clit making you whine.

"Please Daddy, please." Jimin smiles as he fingers at your entrance.

"What do you want, Kitten?" "I want you to make me feel good! I want your mouth." Jimin hums playfully before suckling at your clit.

"You do? You want Daddy to eat out your pink little pussy?" You moan before nodding and looking down at him.

"Yes, Daddy." He licks a flat stripe over your cunt that has your body sagging down on the bed.

"Christ, you're fucking soaked." He mumbles before suckling harshly at your clit. His middle finger enters you as you moan loudly putting your hand over your mouth.

"Fuck, so tight. Even after you gave me my two beautiful children." He mutters, fingering you faster. Jimin moans at your sweet taste, his eyes shutting as he adds another finger. You could feel your tension melting away as he curls his fingers upwards. Your teeth biting down on your hand as you feel the bubble within you growing, just begging to pop.

"Cum on Daddy's tongue." He whispers against you, the heat of his breath making your eyes roll back as you moan for him.

"Daddy!" Your mewls reach a high as he makes quick work of his tongue. Your hands flying to his hair as you tug harshly. You moan as you reach your climax. Your back bowing off the bed as you whine, your eyes getting spotty.

"That's my good girl." Jimin mutters, pulling away letting you come down from your high.

"Look how fucking hard you get my cock." His hands pull down his briefs as he crawls over you.

"I want to taste it." You tell him running your hands over his muscled shoulders.

"I would love that but I want your cunt." He presses his lips to yours, the tangy taste of yourself making you whimper as he runs his cock through your folds. His hips grinding down hard, your overly sensitive clit getting stimulated making you whimper. Jimin's eyes close as he moans gently.

"I love you."

"I love you, too Daddy." He grips his cock before aligning to your entrance. His lips pressing sweetly against yours before thrusting in slowly.

"Oh fuck." He mumbles against our lips as he lets out a choked groan. He was usually rougher, more dominant but it was your anniversary and he knows you love some good old love making.

"Fuck, your so gorgeous looking fucked out under me." Your neck earns more red patches as he kneads at your thighs.

"Your cock feels so good!" He hums in agreement pressing his forehead to your collarbone as he begins to piston himself within you. The bed creaks and groans as you run your hands over his back.

"Fuck your pussy is so incredible." His voice comes out like a prayer through his gritted teeth as he kisses your skin. Your legs wrap around his waist as he moans your name.

"You make my cock feel so fucking good. Shit, I love you so much." Your moans were getting higher, the bubble beginning to expand once more as he angles his cock to reach that rough patch within you that has you teetering on the edge. His hand clamps over your mouth.

"Your sexy little voice is going to wake the babies." He groans loudly himself as his balls begin to tighten. He replaces his hand with his mouth, his plush lips rough on yours as he bulldozes himself inside you.

"You gonna cum on Daddy's cock? Hmm? You're getting so tight. That what you want? Wanna cream all over me?"

"Yes, Daddy! I want to cum on your cock!" Jimin bites your bottom lip, his lips suckling at the bruised flesh.

"Good girl, cum on me." You whimper loudly, your nails raking bright red lines on his tan skin as you orgasm. His tongue is caressing yours as your body writhes in pleasure. His cock begins to throb within you, his eyes shutting as he grips at your hips.

"Fuck! Oh fuck! So tight." He moans before pushing your knees up to your chest.

"Daddy's going to cum a fat load in your little pretty cunt, baby girl." You put your hand over your mouth as you moan loudly.

"Pretty little cunt." He whispers like a prayer, his forehead pressing against your breast as he licks his lips.

"Why don't you take my cum and give me another baby, hmm? Get nice and big for me again." He whispers, his words bringing him to the precipice as you moan his name.

"Oh fuck! I'm-" He groans loudly, roughing pumping into you before stilling. His lips lazily caressing your skin as his hot cum seeps inside of you. He lets out a tired chuckle before leaning up and kissing you sweetly. His arms wrapping around you before pulling you to his chest as he pulls out.

"Is that what you want? For your anniversary present? You want another baby?" You ask your husband as he closes his eyes. Jimin smirks before licking his lips.

"I do." He whispers before kissing your forehead. You giggle hugging his body as you throw your leg over his.

"I'll see what I can do about it then." Jimin snorts before burying his face in your hair.

"Anything with you or that you give me is the greatest gift I could ever get. You're the greatest gift I've ever gotten, Kitten." You hum closing your eyes.

"You and my two babies." He sighs before looking up at the canopy overhead.

His fingertips caress your spine as he kisses your forehead. There was no more weight on Jimin's shoulders. He was in a great place financially, his money buying him all of the police force around the area. He had his family, a huge crew that was loyal. There was no more nervousness about retaliation, he really had it all. And, he was so content with everything. His heart was shriveled once, and now love flows through him like the vast ocean. Jimin intertwines your fingers before kissing the back of your hand.

"Thank you, Kitten." You look up at him, chin on his chest as you tilt your head.

"For what?"

"For always keeping your promise of staying, for...for being my everything." You smile before kissing his lips chastely.

"I love you." You mumble against his lips. He gives that giggle that you love to hear, a smile gracing your face as he flips you onto your back.

"I love you, too. Let me show you again how much." He whispers before kissing down your neck.

"GOOD MORNING!" You yell opening the chamber door. Kim Shin was already up, his legs in a triangle as he stares at you.

"Good morning." You sit down, your legs crossing as you light a cigarette.

"Have something to tell me?" Your eyes catch the red blinking light in the corner, Jimin was watching.

"I do." Kim Shin whispers before bowing his head. You clear your throat before pulling from your cigarette and furrowing your eyebrows. Kim Shin looks up at you with his one good eye, he looked guilty. Simply riddled with nerves which you enjoyed to see.

"I had your parents killed but I sent another family after them instead. Your mother was so pretty, I couldn't do it." You press your lips into a straight line as you lean forward.

"You're a fucking pig." You whisper, making his eye shut at your harsh words.

"So who did it?" His hand rubs at his knee before clearing his throat.

"Im Junggoo and Im Jungin." You take a deep breath through your nose before leaning back in your chair with a scoff.

You've given their wives jewelry, sent Hawon on play dates with their kids. You've gotten your nails done with Ryu. Your vision going red as you pull from your cigarette.

"Interesting." You mumble before cracking your neck and standing up. You walk towards Kim Shin burning your cigarette out on the floor before leaning down in front of him. The door opens as you grab his neck, squeezing it tightly. His hands getting restrained to the wall.

"Kitten." Jimin whispers as you grit your teeth. That's it for him, that's all you needed him for. You put one hand under his chin, one hand on the back of his head.

"Baby!" Jimin calls loudly, you twist with all your strength before a loud crack resounds throughout the room. Kim Shin's dead body sagging against the metal chains as you stand up. Jimin flinches, this is the first person you've ever killed and he doesn't know how to feel about it. You stand up turning around before looking at your husband.

"Let's go to Busan." You whisper before walking past him and out of the room. He stares at Kim Shin's dead body before sighing. Jimin spits in his direction before shutting the door tightly.

Jimin sits on the bed before grabbing your anniversary gift from underneath the bed. He groans, lifting it as you walk into the bedroom with your packed bag.

"What's that?" You ask with a giggle as he puts the present on the bed.

"Open it." He says patting the spot next to him as you smile. You put your bag on the bed before sitting down in his lap and running your hand over the large square wrapping paper.

"We said we weren't getting presents." You say as he hooks his chin on your shoulder.

"I know. But my Kitten deserves the best and once I found it I just had to get it." You grip the paper before tearing it off. A small gasp emitting from you as you smile. You rip off the rest before picking up the painting with a grunt.

"It's the artists' last painting." You rub your thumb over the canvas. The Kitten from the painting you knew had lifted it's paw. A small sparrow perched atop the kitten's head as it sleeps in the birdcage, the door of the cage wide open. You smile widely, tears pricking at your eyes as you turn your head to Jimin.

"I love it." You whisper as he smiles.

"Me too. It's apt. No?" You nod your head before putting your hand to his cheek and kissing him gently.

"I love you, Kitten."

"I love you, too."

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