#this is literally the dirtiest thing i have ever written and spoiler alert they don't even fuck

[funeral-clown]

@demibuckybarnes

it’s jdox

it’s got some smut

it’s got some banter

it’s got some daddy kink

it’s got a whole bunch of girls names

it’s got sins against the pizza gods

read it if you want

The handle of the door dug into his back through the thin cotton of his shirt, leaving JD wincing. He was more concerned with his front, however, where Dr. Cox had him pinned, snarling, hands furled into tight fists around his shirt. The position exposed a frankly embarrassing amount of belly to the cool air. At least he was wearing a shirt, unlike the growling man currently pinning him to the wall.

“Cassandra,” his mentor grit out, “What in the hell were you thinking, dropping in unannounced on my one day off this week?”

JD started to stammer out a response, only to be roughly jostled into silence.

“Let me to that one for ya there, sweetheart. ‘Oh, how I miss my stud of a resident! He must be lonely, up in his apartment with his scotch and his flat-screen tv and his premium sports cable package! I should go annoy him, thus taking away any chance of him drinking himself into the sweet oblivious void where the hospital, it’s patients, and most importantly I do not exist!’ Am I somewhere close, precious?”

JD sulked.

“I just thought you might want a buddy. You have my back in the hospital, and I have yours-”

A sharp whistle cut him off.

“For the last time, Cassiopeia, I don’t “have your back.” I do my job, which is to make sure you don’t kill all your patients! And it’s a damn exhausting effort! So forgive me for wanting a few hours to myself to drink scotch, watch hockey, and put my hand down my pants-” at this JD’s gaze shifted downwards to his sweats-”eyes up HERE sunshine- without any life or death disasters looming over me or sparkly Disney-princess eyed fan girls looming behind me! Now give me one good reason not to kick your ass.”

JD fluttered his eyelashes. Perry growled and shook him again.

“I’ll pay for pizza?”

There was a pause. His eyes narrowed, considering. After what felt like an eternity, he grunted and let him go. JD let out a small breath of relief, giddy at the chance to bond.

“Fine, but we’re getting pineapple and anchovies and I won’t hear you bitch about it.”

“Anchovies on half?”

“You’ll get anchovies on all of it and you’ll like it!”

“Fine.”

JD rolled his eyes and dialed the number as his dubiously enthusiastic companion returned to the couch.

“There’s beer in the fridge.”

“I thought you were drinking scotch?”

“Correctamundo, I am, in fact, drinking scotch. You, however, are a degenerate upon whom fine liquor is wasted. So you will be drinking beer.”

JD grinned.

“Thanks, Perry. Thoughtful of you to provide a drink, knowing I hate whiskey and all.”

The teasing lilt was not missed by his irate companion, who scoffed before crossing his arms.

“I just refuse to see good booze go to waste on the ungrateful. Now go get your pansy water. And hey! Newbie!”

JD froze halfway to the fridge and looked back.

“No more first naming me. We are not friends, we are not buddies, I am your superior, and it’s Doctor Cox, Big Dog, or, since this is my house, My Lord. Got it?”

JD nodded resolutely.

“You got it, Doctor Per-Bear.”

He cackled and ducked away from the pillow sent flying at his head with a snarl.

“First strike, Deirdre.” 

Still quietly laughing, he grabbed a beer and returned.

“So! Who’s playing?”

“Mouth shut, eyes open, princess. You’ll figure it out.”

“What, no rant about the grand history of the sport?”

“Here’s a rant for ya. If you open your mouth again before the pizza gets here, I’m going to spit in your beer like all the waitresses at the bar do.”

“Ha! Jokes on you, I drink appletinis at the bar!”

“Strike two. And now if you talk, I’m going to kick your ass and throw you out.”

JD took a sullen sip and dramatically gestured to his closed mouth.

“Ah, sweet relief. If I’d known how absolutely giddy it would make me to hear you not speak, I would have bribed the Janitor for duct tape ages ago.”

JD stuck his tongue out. He got a raised eyebrow for his troubles.

“Problem, Betsy?”

He shook his head.

“Awww, buck up there, kid. Tell ya what, if my team rallies by the next period, Daddy might just let you have a sip of his scotch like a big girl.”

JD rolled his eyes and took another drag of his beer.

“Thirsty?”

He shrugged.

“Fine, but you better enjoy it. Little girls like you can only have so many. I’ve met your brother, and I’m not letting another lightweight Dorian crash on my couch.”

JD grinned.

“What? Ohhhhh, did I allllllmost call you by your name, there, Suzy? Don’t worry, Newbie, it won’t happen again.”

JD did his best to project his internal thoughts through his eyes.

“Can’t tell if you’re pissed off or turned on. See, that’s the face Jordan makes when she’s angry, and when she’s angry, I usually get laid. But. Well. Hate to ruin your dreams of a white picket fence, but that’s just not happening, Francesca. I’m not the settle-down type.”

JD gave up on projection and simply flipped him off.

“Thatta girl.”

Perry cuffed him roughly behind the head and grinned.

They both watched silently, drinking their alcohol, until the pizza finally arrived. JD looked to Perry, who gave a small grunt and gestured to the door, eyes glued to the screen. JD paid for the food abomination and chattered lightly to the pizza delivery man, just because he could. The sense of his mentor’s growing frustration only heightened the glee he took in finally communicating with another human being. 

“Darlene! Let the nice hostage go, he has places to be tonight!”

Smiling awkwardly, the man took his tip and left.

“Just had to rub it in there, huh, Newbie?”

“I learned from the best, Big Dog.”

The small snort he got in response was accompanied by the tiniest of smiles. Progress, that was almost laughter. Perry must have already been half tipsy when he got here.

“Well come on, sweetheart, you gonna bring the pizza over here like a good little bitch, or am I gonna have to ask the service for a new french maid?”

“Shall I get you a refill too, sir?”

“That’s more like it.”

JD rolled his eyes and acquiesced. 

“Jordan must really be into dirty talk.”

Perry froze, slice halfway to his mouth.

“Come again?”

“I mean. You’re always calling people names, and getting weirdly descriptive. She must be into it, if she keeps coming back to you.”

His eyes hardened.

“Jordan, mythic bitch that she is, is into a lot of things. Namely, making me miserable. None of which is your business, considering, oh, we’ve BOTH slept with her, and I spend my every waking moment trying to forget her little experiment with lesbianism. No, you know what? We’re all friends here. Why dontcha go ahead and tell me there, princess, does scissoring actually work, or is it just in porn?”

“Just porn.”

Perry’s eyes bulged.

“You are perilously close to losing speaking privileges again.”

“You asked!”

“I have seen your penis, unfortunately, I think we could all safely assume it was a rhetorical question.”

“I only know because Elliot told me.”

“You know what? I could actually stand to hear more.”

“Sorry, Doctor Cox,” JD said smugly, “I don’t kiss and tell.”

“So you frenched a lesbian.”

“Well she said she wanted to be sure!”

“And she decided to go about that by kissing the most effeminate man alive.”

JD pouted.

“I’m not the most effeminate man ALIVE.”

“Darla, you’re a bad wig and a touch of mascara from being a full on drag queen on a butch day.”

“Yes, I get it, I’m a girl, eat your pizza.”

“Damn right you are,” Perry muttered, and continued to do just that. 

JD grabbed another beer for himself, but as he began to sit, a foot shot out to occupy his space. 

“What now?”

“They’re doing a piss poor job out there. Change seats with me.”

“Seriously?”

“Do you want to get kicked out?”

At this point the threat sounded half-hearted. For all his bluster, they were having a good time, easy banter tossed back and forth over pizza and booze. Perry had been planning to spend another evening alone, and while he might have fooled himself he preferred it, the half bottle of scotch warming his belly loosened his facade enough that he could admit, if only to himself, that he didn’t half mind the company. His eyes skated over to JD, settling himself into the warmth Perry had left, mouth wrapped around the neck of his beer, eyes staring off into nothing. He’d been lonely. Now he got a seat warmer and free pizza. It could be worse.

“It’s toasty over here. Like I’m being warmed in a Cox Oven.”

JD’s head tilted tellingly sideways as Perry groaned and threw another pillow at him.

“Alright, Mary Beth, that’s where I draw my line!”

A look of delighted mischief crossed his companion’s face.

“Pillow fight!”

“Wait, fuck, no, the game-”

His protests were cut off by a blunt fluffy force connecting with the side of his head and pushing him against the couch cushions. Damn it, he couldn’t take that lying down. It was on.

Game ignored, Perry launched a full scale feathery assault. Laughing, JD returned volley with his own attacks. They stood up and clashed together, pillows laying mighty blows, hockey game forgotten. JD ducked behind the couch for cover, striking out when his opponent peeked over the edge. Snarling, Perry slammed him with a displaced couch cushion. 

It was clear there was only one recourse if victory was what he hoped to achieve.

“EAGLE!” JD cried, and leaped through the air, tackling Perry over the arm of the couch and against the ajar cushions beneath. His eyes went wide as he went down, bowled over backwards into a soft and pillowy landing. Panting, shaking with laughter, JD beamed down at him.

“I win!” he crowed, and something about the moment, him perched on his chest, the unabashed joy, the rising heat from the exercise, the flushed faces and sparkling eyes, made Cox feel something. 

Not something for the first time. Feel is perhaps not the correct word. As he stared up into the joyous expression on his opponent’s face, he let himself acknowledge something he had been feeling for a while.

Fondness.

Percival Cox was fond of him.

In an instant, he felt it, recognized it, accepted it, and moved on. Fondness aside, victory in the hands of the enemy was unacceptable.

“You think so, huh, Sally Ann?” he murmured, panting himself, eyes half slits.

“Uh, yeah, I totally took your ass down.”

He scoffed, hands coming up to JD’s waist.

“Did not.”

“Did too!”

“Did not.”

JD’s breath caught as Perry’s hands squeezed.

“D. Did too.”

He smirked.

“Betcha can’t do it again.”

“Wh. What?”

Startled and off balance, it was easy enough for Perry to lean up, closer, lips nearly brushing against the curve of his cheek, and murmur, “I said. I bet. You can’t. Topple me. Again. Layla.”

JD froze.

“Um-”

Moving quickly, Perry flipped them over onto the floor, pinning him underneath. He grinned viciously.

“HA! I win. Now. Tell me who’s the greatest.”

JD grumbled, still taken off kilter.

“Newbie, don’t make me tickle you.”

“No!” JD squirmed underneath, trying to buck him off. It felt. Interesting.

“Then who’s the greatest?”

Pouting, he gave up the struggle. It was almost disappointing.

“You are.”

“And who can never be defeated?”

“You!”

“And who just kicked your girly little ass all over this living room?”

“I don’t know if I would put it like that, exactly, but-”

Perry brought his arms together to be held down with one hand, letting the other tease at the sensitive skin on his stomach. JD squealed and started squirming again.

“Fine! You did! You totally kicked my girly ass!”

“And that makes you?”

“.....Really thirsty?”

“Sally.“

JD sighed.

“Your bitch.”

“There’s my girl. Now, I’m not letting you up until you say ‘Doctor Cox, you’re the strongest, smartest, sexiest man alive, and I’m so, so lucky that I’m your bitch.’ Got that?”

“I’m not saying that!”

“Why not? It’s the truth. Not like you weren’t thinking it.”

“Can’t I just bark like a dog again?”

“MMmmmmmmnope! Not quite the level of humiliation I’m going for, sugar.”

“Fine! And then you’ll let me up?”

“Swear it on my father’s grave.”

JD grit his teeth.

“Doctor Cox.”

“Yessssssssss, Lacy?”

“You are the strongest. Smartest. S.”

“Say it.”

“Sexiest man alive.”

“God, it’s so good to hear the truth come out. Annnnnnnnd?”

JD gave a last token effort to release himself from his banded grip. Perry simply pressed down on his wrists.

“And I am so, so lucky to be your bitch. You asshole.”

Perry hummed thoughtfully.

“Gonna have to deduct points for the ad-libbing, there, Georgia, but overall a fine performance.”

“Now let me up!”

Perry grinned.

“Confession time, Samantha. I hate my father.”

“Wha-”

He was cut off by his mentor’s tongue in his mouth.

Oh.

Oh.

Well okay then.

Groaning, he opened his mouth wider to let him in deeper. He tasted like scotch and anchovies. It was the single most disgusting mixture JD could possibly think of. But his dick was still more than happy with the change of procedure. Pushing against his hands, he tried to press further into him, but even with the distraction Perry held firm.

Very firm, if what was rubbing against his thigh was any indication. Gasping, JD broke away for air, Cox’s lips chasing after, sliding across the corner of his mouth, his cheek, beneath his ear, down his throat, leaving small painful nips along the way that made JD’s skin tighten and burn.

“Is that your ego, or are you just happy to see me?” he choked out, giggling when Perry growled against his ear.

“Try stroking it and find out.”

“I w. Would love to, there, but I, uh, fuck.” Perry sucked a bruise into the base of his throat, half purring. “I can’t seem to get use of my hands.”

“Don’t need ‘em,” Perry muttered, nosing at his hairline while JD pressed kisses to his face, “Like you right where you are.”

“Perry,” JD whined, trying again to release his hands with futility, “Wanna touch you.”

A sharp bite tugged at the lobe of his ear.

“What’d I say about first names, there, sunshine?”

“But-”

He cut him off with his mouth. Perry quickly decided that this was his new favorite way of shutting him up.

“No first names for you.”

“Well, I am NOT calling you Big Dog when you make me come.”

“Is that what I’m gonna do, Beryl?”

“Come on, I’m already half way there!”

Snickering, Perry ground down hard. They both moaned harshly into each other’s skin.

“Ah, the enthusiasm of the young.”

“N-nnn. Not. Not that young. Jerk.”

“Your creative use of insults has clearly proven me wrong here.” Perry let the hand on his stomach palm JD through his jeans, the heel of his hand rubbing hard on the bulge underneath. “You’re not young. You’re a child.”

“What,” JD moaned as his hips thrust into his hand, “And you’re my Daddy or something?”

Perry froze.

JD bit his lip.

“Doctor Cox?”

He blinked.

“Doctor Cox, I’m sorry, I went too f-”

Definitely his favorite way to shut him up, he decided. Perry finally let go of his arms to tear at his pants. JD brought his hands down to help, only for a dark growl to let out until he brought them back over his head.

Snarling, he finally got them unbuttoned and unzipped, drug them down over JD’s thighs and off his body before pushing his own sweatpants down.

“That what you’re into? Huh?”

His hand wrapped firmly around JD’s dick, pulling him out of his boxers and stroking roughly.

“Don’t know why I’m surprised. Always following me around, daydreaming. This what you wanted?”

JD let out a small whimper at the rough handling.

“This it? Dumb new kid with big lost eyes. You just want Daddy to take care of you? Huh?” 

He stroked faster.

“Well? You gonna be a good girl? Tell me the truth,” he licked at his nipples, biting, “Or you’re getting punished. Can already tell you need a. Ha. A firm hand.”

JD’s teeth ground together as he tried to focus on anything but the building tension in his balls.

“Yes,” he hissed, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yessss, please, more. Daddy, please.”

“Good girl,” Perry crooned, “So good, asking so nice, making me proud of you, go ahead. Get the first one out of your system, princess. Because when I finally fuck you,” JD whined, “When I finally pound that ass like you always dreamed of, I want you to last more than five measly minutes.”

JD let out a small shriek when he came. Perry stopped to admire his handiwork, boxers and shirt now tacky with semen. His hand was a mess. He held it up, smeared it against JD’s face.

“Lick it.”

JD’s nose scrunched up but his tongue still slipped out, lapping away obediently.

“There ya go. Pretend it’s one of those suckers you’re always stealing from pediatrics. What kind of a sick fuck actually takes candy from babies?”

JD nipped at the webbing between his fingers, eyes alight with teasing.

“Oh, carry on.”

JD’s tongue swirled around his palm, between his fingers, tracing the lines on his hand and sucking it clean.

“There ya go, sweetheart. Just like that.”

He wrapped his lips around two of his fingers, suckling gently. Perry moaned at the sensation, thrust them deeper in.

“Ohhhhh, you’re giving me ideas, Kara. Look at you take it, huh?”

He slid in deeper, to the back of his throat.

“If I weren’t so hard up right now I might even take you up on that. But I have other plans.”

His fingers made a popping sound coming out of his mouth, and JD’s lips were slick with spit.

“I’m pretty good at it, you know.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. I got a lot of practice. You know, in college.”

“That the only thing you got practice in?”

JD laughed and shook his head.

“Don’t worry, baby. One of these days, I’ll sneak you into Kelso’s office and you can just go to town. My treat. But right now? Turn over and spread ‘em. I’m gonna go grab some lube.”

JD hesitated.

“Something wrong?”

“It’s just, uh. You know. I didn’t actually expect this, coming over. I didn’t really. You know. Prepare, or anything. And we just ate pizza. With anchovies. Could we. Maybe save that for another night?”

His eyes softened.

“Well, obviously. You’re gonna be coming over a lot more often now, anyways.”

“I am?”

“You are. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Newbie,” Perry gestured to the tv, “But my team won. I think you might be good luck, so we gotta recreate this. Every time.”

JD smirked.

“This exactly?”

“Well,” Perry grinned, “The spirit of it anyway. Now. If I’m not fucking you, and you’ve already gotten off once...”

“Pretend it’s a sucker I stole from a baby?”

“There’s Daddy’s girl.”

JD beamed.

Damn it, he really did look like a Disney princess.

Perry’d have to get him a tiara.

[the-lady-of-stars]

Close Call

Fem!Reader x Boba Fett x Din Djarin x Fennec Shand

A/N: I have absolutely no excuse for this sorry. TBOBF just did something slutty to me. Anyway... this is the way?

Warnings: Very NSFW smut (MDNI !!!) dom Din, Boba and Fennec & sub reader, do they have toys in space? now they do, a pathetic excuse for plot, TBOBF spoilers, yes I added Din to a scene that he's not even in but don't say anything, descriptions of injury/fighting (canon-typical), Boba does in fact have a bed and doesn't sleep in a bacta tank bc I said so. Not at all proofread. Literally the dirtiest thing I've ever written oops

Summary: After a close call with Krrsantan when he invades Boba's palace, your lovers show you just how protective over you they are.

You knew you couldn't allow the wookie to reach the higher levels of the palace. Boba was up there in his bacta tank, vulnerable and unarmed. As for Fennec and Din, they were in the lower levels checking the armoury- completely and utterly out of your reach.

Time was running out as the wookie began to ascend the staircase to Boba's chambers. It was now or never. As quietly as you could you searched in vain for a weapon lying around that you could use, but it was no use, all you had was yourself.

Perhaps... it was risky- very risky, and they'd all probably kill you for it if Krrsantan didn't kill you first. But what other choices did you have?

"Hey!" your voice broke against your will as you leapt into the wookie's view at the bottom of the staircase, desperately willing your body not to tremble. The over 6-foot creature turned, letting out a menacing growl and baring its teeth. You gulped.

"You want the Daimyo? Come and get him!"

A blaster bolt grazed your shoulder as you skidded away, the burn rendering you breathless. But- yes! It was working, the wookie was bounding down the stairs and pursuing you.

"C'mon!" you taunted, turning sharp corners and narrowly avoiding bolt after bolt. All you had to do was get close enough to Din and Fennec for them to hear you.

Fuck! You fell to your knees with a cry as a thrown blade cut through your calf, leaving a deep slice in its wake. No matter, you couldn't stop here- you were almost there. Keep pushing. Your bare feet slapped against the sandstone floor, heart pounding.

Yes, you'd made it, the armoury was in sight.

"Din! Fennec!" you screamed, deprived of breath.

The heavy wooden door to the armoury swung open, two of your panicked lovers immediately standing alert in the doorway.

"Kriff!" Fennec shouted, eyes wide at the sight of the heavily armed wookie on your heels. "C'mon quick, get inside!"

Both her and Din jumped aside to let you through, concealing themselves behind the wall to avoid the oncoming shots. Once you'd passed them they slammed the door shut, Krrsantan immediatelty pounding on it. The wood likely wouldn't last another twenty seconds with the beast's strength.

"Are you alright?" Din called out, voice laced with panic. He grasped at your shoulders with both hands but immediately removed them when you let out a pained gasp. He stepped to the side, eyes instantly locked on the blaster burn on your right shoulder.

"Kriff, you're hurt!" he choked, stepping back to survey you further. You obviously couldn't see his eyes, but his whole figure tensed when he locked them on the gash in your calf. "Oh-"

"I'm fine," you panted. "Really. It's only a flesh wound. I saw him going up to get Boba so I distracted him and led him here."

"You what?!" Both of your lovers cried in unison, heads snapping to you in shock and anger. Their gazes quickly turned to the door as they jumped back at the loud crash of Krrsantan throwing his whole weight into the door.

"We'll talk about this later," Fennec shot you a glare, "but he's about to break through. We need a plan."

"Yeah, I've got a great one," Din responded with a cold tone, turning to you. "You get the hell out of here and leave Fennec and I to deal with this. Go, run. And I don't want to hear you arguing." Din gestured his arm towards the door at the other side of the room.

"Bu-" you began, but they both cut you short with a shout of 'Now!'

With a huff, you took one last look at them before speeding off and through the back door, following their order. You'd go to Boba, you figured. You were already in trouble with the other two, so you might as well try and get on Boba's good side before they returned.

Looping round, you tore up the stairs to Boba's chambers where he was resting silently in his bacta tank. Your hand slammed down on the release button, draining the tank.

When the door to the tank finally opened, Boba, dazed, sat upright and furrowed his brows at your worried look.

"Cyare," he spoke, gruff tone rising in worry. "What's the matter?"

"Boba, Din and Fennec are in trouble! It's my fault, I saw a wookie coming up the stairs to your chambers to kill you so I distracted him and got him to chase me but now he's fighting Fennec and Din and they're so mad at me and they told me to run so I-"

"Cyare!" Boba planted his solid hands, slick with bacta, on your shoulders. "Where are they? I need to go and help."

"The armoury, when I left them." You looked away, hiding from Boba's gaze.

Boba moved quickly to pull his armour on but kept speaking to you.

"You're not in trouble, Mesh'la. You were only trying to protect me, and I am grateful, although I truly wish you had not put yourself in danger for my sake." Boba's voice was soft and comforting.

"I'm not sorry," you grumbled.

Boba hummed a laugh, a smile pulling at his lips. "I know. You're a stubborn little thing," he mused.

"Din and Fennec are so mad at me, Boba."

"Hush now," he reassured, finishing attaching his vambraces. "They won't be mad. They're just worried. I will speak to them when this is over."

Armour finally on, Boba pressed a kiss to your temple before pulling his helmet on. "Wait here until I return," he called out as he descended the stairs.

You couldn't stop your heart from racing as you impatiently waited for their return. The window ledge was the closest surface for you to sit on, so, on shaky knees, you made your way over, practically collapsing on to it - although not before grabbing a med-kit from next to the bacta tank.

Time dragged on and on as you cleaned your wounds, wiping away the blood and applying a bacta patch to your shoulder and leg.

Finally, after an excruciating twenty minutes of worrying, you heard three sets of feet climbling up the staircase.

You leapt up, ignoring the pain from your leg as you raced to the doorway to greet them.

"You're all okay?" you cried, eyes flitting between the three. They seemed unharmed, each standing tall.

"We're alright, cyare," Boba soothed, lifting a hand to pet at your hair.

You practically leapt into his arms, pulling him tight into an embrace.

"Shhh," Boba hushed, "everything's alright, little one. We're safe."

Your eyes began to fill, still clinging to Boba but turning your head to the others.

"Fenn, Din, I'm so sorry, I-"

"No, no need to apologise, angel. I'm sorry for shouting at you earlier. I was just worried for your safety, is all." Fennec spoke smoothly and gently to calm your nerves. She moved closer, lifting a thumb to rub at your cheek.

"I'm sorry too," Din agreed, voice almost a whisper. "I just saw that you were hurt and panicked."

Din stole you from Boba's arms, pulling you into his chest instead. Ever so gently he tilted his helmet down to press against your forehead, although you didn't miss him scanning your injuries beforehand.

"You managed to patch yourself up alright?" he asked.

"Yeah, all sorted."

"Good girl," he hummed, stroking a broad palm up and down your back.

You hoped none of them had noticed you pressing your thighs together at the endearment.

"What about the wookie?" you spoke.

"Don't worry," Fennec smiled, "believe me when I say he's not going anywhere any time soon. He'll be getting shipped right back to the Hutts."

You sighed, feeling every muscle in your body relax.

"How about we go up to bed, hm? Take a real good look at you just to make sure you're alright," Boba suggested, eyes half-lidded.

"I think that'd work just fine," Fennec replied, smirking when she noticed you shiver. "Seems like she agrees."

Din let out a quiet, modulated laugh, scooping you up into his arms as though you weighed no more than a grain of sand.

You buried your face in his shoulder as he carried you up the stairs, a pulse beginning to beat between your thighs.

When you reached Boba's suite, Din set you down gently on the huge bed he'd installed to fit the four of you. You felt small in that moment, curled up on the bed, knees pulled to your stomach while Din, Fennec and Boba stood in front of you, inspecting you like a bounty well sought after. You felt like prey.

"Poor thing," Boba sighed. "Let me take a good look at you, make sure you really aren't hurt anywhere." He gestured towards you with a nod of his head. "Fennec?"

"Already on it," she spoke, kneeling to perch on the matress next to you. Careful not to touch the bacta patches, Fennec slipped your dress up and over your head, leaving you in nothing but your smallclothes.

"And the rest of it," Boba ordered.

Your body felt as though it would combust as Fennec looped her hands behind to to unclasp your bra, breasts falling free as she slid it off.

You heard Din let out a near-pained groan at the sight of you.

"On your back, little one," Boba spoke in a deep, gruff voice, deeper than his normal tone.

You squeaked in the back of your throat as Fennec gently ushered you down by a hand against the front of your throat.

"Finish the job, Fennec." Boba's words made you think about the context in which he normally used them. All three of the people in front of you were killers, could snap you like a little bird at any moment, yet here you were with your legs spread for their amusement.

Fennec slipped her fingers under the sides of your panties, making a show out of sliding them ever so slowly down your legs. Once they were finally off, she placed her hands on your knees, prying your legs as wide apart as possible. You whimpered indignantly, breath hitching as three sets of eyes stared ruthlessly at your exposed folds.

"Mmh," Boba groaned. "Look at that perfect little cunt. Doesn't look hurt to me, what do you think?"

Din reached down, spreading your folds apart with two gloved thumbs. You whined again, hiding your face behind your arm.

"Hmm, seems good to me too." Din slipped one thumb to slide up and down your clit, not enough pressure to give you any pleasure but just enough to bring you to the brink of tears.

"P-please-" you whimpered, chest heaving.

"Please? Please what?" Boba smiled cockily.

"Please... want you- please!" you cried out as Din flicked lightly at your clit.

"Want us for what, Princess?" he teased again, ruthless as always.

"Touch me, please Boba, please!" you felt tears pricking at his cruelty.

"Mm, I'm not sure if you've earned that yet, little one. I think you need to make up for your actions earlier. You know you aren't meant to interfere with our work, Princess. Maybe if you prove you can be a good girl now we'll touch you later, yeah?"

"I'll be good, promise. Please?" you sobbed.

"That's what I like to hear. Now show me you can be good too."

Boba turned, whispering something to Fennec and Din too quietly for you to hear.

The two of them moved to sit either side of you, each taking hold of a thigh and pressing it up towards your stomach, flat against the mattress leaving you exposed and dripping.

"You can be good, can't you?" Din murmured, tilting his helmet in feigned curiosity.

"Mmhmm," you nodded, fingers clutching the sheets.

When Boba returned, you felt yourself clenching around nothing at the sight of what he was holding. In his hands he had a pair of binders for your wrists, a small vibrator and a thick silicone cock. You couldn't help but thrust your hips up unintentionally, making the three laugh.

"So eager to prove you can be a good girl, mm? That's what I like to see."

Boba peeled your fingers from the bedsheets and clasped them into the binders, tilting your arms to rest above your head.

"Leave those arms there, yes? If I see you move them we stop, got it?"

You nodded desperately, nearly weeping at how empty you felt. Luckily Boba didn't leave you that way for any longer, taking the silicone toy and rubbing the tip up and down your folds, bumping your clit every time he reached the top. Before you could even gather the breath to beg him, you felt the blunt tip pushing against your hole, entering you in one deep push.

You moaned helplessly, head tipping back and back arching. In the back of your fuzzy mind you heard the three all moan simultaneously at the sight. Din's hand slid to the tent in his trousers, palming slowly.

With his other hand, Boba flicked the vibrator on to full speed and held it flat against your swollen clit. You wailed, hips thrashing at the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling.

"Oh, that's it. That's a good girl. Taking it so well," Boba cooed, voice saccharine and painfully teasing.

The hand he'd used to slip in the toy suddenly grabbed the base, pulled it out all the way to the tip then plunged it back in, every ridge catching deliciously against your walls.

He began a rhythm, picking up speed with the toy, all the while not moving the vibrator which was pressed hard against your clit.

"Boba!" you cried, completely breathless and leaking pathetically onto the sheets.

Fennec and Din applied light pressure to your thighs, keeping them flush to the mattress no matter how much you squirmed.

Boba's rhythm was mind-numbingly fast at that point, giving you no choice but to let yourself go cockdumb for his relentless thrusting.

"Boba- Boba please! I'm- fuck, ah-" you couldn't get the words you wanted out of your drooling mouth.

"Going to cum for us, angel?" he asked condescendingly.

"Yeah, yeah, please!"

"Go ahead, cum for us," he permitted.

The second the words left his mouth you let you, wetness gushing out and soaking Boba's tireless hands.

"Oh, that's it, there it is. Atta girl, what a good girl you are cumming so perfectly for us."

When your orgasm finally died down your head was swimming, legs trembling helplessly.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous." Din groaned, still palming himself.

"Isn't she just," Boba agreed, voice still sugary sweet. "I think she's earned your cock, Djarin. Wouldn't you say?"

Din moaned under his breath, croaking out an "absolutely" in response.

Din unbuckled his belt to free himself from his trousers, leaving the upper half of his armour on.

"Fennec, how about you keep her quiet for me, hm? Don't need the whole of Mos Espa to know what we're up to."

"My pleasure," she grinned, copying Din in removing her trousers and underwear.

Leaving your hands in the binders, Boba flipped you over onto your hands and knees, ass exposed in the air.

Fennec shuffled onto the bed, lounging back in front of your face and spreading her legs. The smell of her made your mouth water, eager to get a taste.

Boba laid himself on his back underneath you, aligning his face with your pussy. Din straddled over Boba, catching the head of his dick in your hole.

Fennec, pussy glistening, stroked your head before digging her fingers into your hair and lowering your mouth to meet her clit. She gasped as you licked at her, tongue lapping eagerly at her swollen bud. At that same moment, Boba tilted his head up and sucked your clit into his mouth, making you moan against Fennec who succumbed to a full body shiver.

Din took the opportunity to finally plunge into you, slipping his thick cock in, an easy slide with how wet you were.

You whined and whimpered as you tongued at Fennec, driving her wild. Boba was relentless, slurping at you with lewd noises, pairing with the rhythmic slapping of Din fucking you like his life depended on it.

Din, for how tough his exterior was, always let out the sweetest little whimpers and high-pitched breathless moans when he fucked you, becoming drunk on the feeling of your wet little pussy sucking him in and clenching around him.

"Ohh-" Din groaned. "Fuck, cyare. Always so tight, so wet, fuck! Can feel you trembling around my cock. Is Boba licking you good? Hmm? He eating that sweet little pussy the way you like?"

You thanked the maker you had Fennec to muffle your moans in that moment, else they'd probably hear you moons away.

Din continued, babbling, pussy-drunk. "You love being fucked don't you, sweetheart? Always take me so good, so deep. You're dripping all over me baby. Always spread your legs for me whenever I want it. Such a good girl."

"Din!" you sobbed, lifting your head briefly from Fennec. "Gonna cum, fuck- fuck!"

"Me too, oh maker, me too. Go on, cum around me baby. Go on- oh that's it. Oh fuck! Yes! Fucking milking me," Din kept fucking into you as you both came, not slowing his pace. He dug his fingers into your ass, surely leaving bruises as you clenched and shook around him.

Boba didn't let up on your clit either, lapping and lapping with every inch of it until you were shaking in overstimulation.

You knew Fennec was right on the edge too from the way her moans had picked up, so you slid two fingers in and rubbed them dilligently against her walls until she tightened around them and burst, her slick dripping down your wrist. You could feel her rapid heartbeat pounding through her clit against your tongue.

All of you stilled for a moment, panting and gasping. You whimpered when Din slid out of you, feeling his cum seep out with him.

Despite how boneless you felt, you brought yourself upright. You still had one more person to make cum.

Poor Boba was leaking precum from his tip, and you watched the way it was dripping down his shaft and pooling at his balls.

Since he hadn't moved from his back you crawled around to him, dipping your head to just above him. You took him into your hands, starting a slow, steady jack.

Boba groaned deeply, hips bucking up.

Tentatively, you lowered the final distance and lapped at his tip, cleaning him of the sticky cum pearling at the top. You wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked, tongue flicking at the ridge.

Boba let out a breathless moan, hand moving to grasp the back of your head.

You took him in further, ignoring the urge to gag as he met the back of your throat. It didn't take long for him to get close after watching you cum, his breathing becoming rapid.

"Cyare, I'm so close- where do you want-"

Before he could finish his question you took him so deep that your nose brushed up against his pubic bone, making him shake and groan as he released himself down your throat, hips thrusting gently.

He sighed when you finally pulled off, releasing him with a lewd pop.

When you sat up and met his eyes, he shot you a toothy grin, sitting up to meet you.

"Well," he half spoke half laughed, "I think you certainly proved yourself."

"More than," Din chuckled, and Fennec leaned forward to kiss your cheek.

"Round two in the shower?"