#god what a song choice thank you for sharing that with us💚💚

[acatalystrising]

I have a thought that i would like to share for the au of boba and bounty hunter reader. So rn i have a playlist on my spotify called, “Boba fett passed me the AUX” and it’s composed of early 2000s-2010s songs. And i’d like to think that when reader is the one flying Slave 1, she likes to put her playlist loud enough to only hear the muffled songs where boba sleeps. And if like to think that Boba would be bothered by the readers choice of music but as time goes by, he doesn’t mind it anymore 💕

Hello dear friend!

First of all, I am SO sorry it’s taken me so long to answer this! Life has been nuts lately, but as I’ve been getting back into the swing of writing all the Boba goodness, I just had to answer this. Boba is VERY protective of his ship, so there would have to be SO much trust involved! So without further ado, here’s my take on this prompt - enjoy! 💚🖤

Rated EX for mature themes, mentions of past sex, dirty talk, and light f!receiving nsfw. Minors DNI, thank you!

Damn it all. Why is she making so much noise?

Boba Fett groaned, shifting in his bed as he slowly came to. It was still early morning, and maker, he was so tired. He’d barely slept, a series of jobs having been so demanding he’d been forced to skip rest for weeks.

Granted, he’d done it before, could do it again.

He was used to the rough life of a hunter. Knew the sacrifices that had to be made. Was all too familiar with the strain it left both mentally and physically. But what he wasn’t accustomed to was the muffled sound of kriffing music blasting from the cockpit of the Slave 1.

He wearily sat up, bare chested and dressed in just his sleeping pants, back aching in protest, and made another mental note to stretch later. Maker, he felt old despite his years, but a life of bounty hunting would do that to anyone. Anyone…except you, apparently. He squinted, lips curving in a small frown. He could just barely make out a voice over the music, and his frown deepened. You were singing? That was new.

He stood, irritation flooding his chest, wanting nothing more than to slip back under the covers and sleep. He’d never been lazy or quick to rest, but just once, this once, he wanted to. And now, you were keeping him awake. And not in the ways he normally liked.

Maker, stop me from killing her.

He slipped across his compact quarters and paused at the door of the cockpit, peering inside with narrowed eyes. At the sight of you, his premeditated harsh words died on his tongue.

You were sitting in his pilot’s chair, bare legs swung over the side, dressed in nothing but your shirt and underwear. And you were positively beautiful.

Your eyes were closed as you shamelessly sang along to the song blasting overhead, untied hair cascading down your shoulders like a waterfall. There was something so…carefree about you, a proficient bounty hunter in your own right, sprawling in his chair listening to…whatever this nonsense was. It was too upbeat, too cheerful for his tastes, but you…you seemed so happy in that moment. And that alone made him take a mental note of your smile. It made him want to see you smile like that at him.

He was so busy studying you that he didn’t blink when you turned, flinching when you saw him standing there. You yelped, fumbling at the controls, shutting off the music even as apologies rolled off your tongue.

“Oh gods, I woke you didn’t I? I’m so sorry.” You practically leapt from his chair, awkwardly tugging your shirt down as of to hide your underwear, a furious blush creeping over your cheeks. “I’ll go…check on the bounties so you get back to resting.”

You moved quickly, almost succeeding in bolting past him, but he was faster, gently grabbing your arm and pulling your back against his chest, holding you close. He leaned down, pressing his face against your cheek, lips a mere inch from the shell of your ear.

“Hope you’re not gonna check on them looking like that.” He kept his voice low, tone carrying just enough teasing weight to elicit a delicious shiver from you. He couldn’t help but grin. “Don’t wanna be woken up like that again. But…this almost makes up for it.”

“I said I was sorry. I just got bored, and I love that song…” you shrugged almost sheepishly against him, but he didn’t let go. “I didn’t think it was that loud.”

“Can’t say I liked it, princess. But,” he lifted a hand to your cheek, lightly caressing your jawline. He felt you practically quivering against him, but he knew you well enough by now to know it wasn’t because of fear. “Sure enjoyed the show.”

You were silent for a moment, save for a soft squeak that emitted from you throat when he pressed a kiss to your jawline.

“Pretty voice, too. But then again, I know all about those little noses you can make,” he drug his lips from your jawline to your neck, and you tilted your head with an audible sigh, allowing him further access. “Don’t I?”

You swallowed, nodding, leaning against him, shamelessly seeking comfort against his warm skin.

“Use your words,” he smirked against your skin. “Might give you what you want.”

He heard it, the soft moan you tried so hard to muffle as you pressed your thighs together. He held you closer, pressed flush to his chest, and could feel your pounding heartbeat thrumming wildly at his touch.

“Yes…you do,” your voice was soft, breathy. Gorgeous. “You…you’re not mad?”

“I’m furious,” he kept his tone low, dark. Full of unbridled lust. “Probably should punish you.”

You were already shaking your head, trying to turn to face him, but he didn’t let you go…not yet.

“I really am sorry, I wasn’t trying to wake you!” You clearly were trying to gauge exactly how upset he was, and he frowned, noting that there was a distinct chance you truly were unsure. “I won’t do it again, I promise. I-”

“Easy there,” he softened his voice ever so slightly, moving one of his hands from your shoulder to your stomach. “Not gonna hurt you. You know that.”

You slowly nodded, the tension easing from your shoulders, and he smirked, knowing you couldn’t yet see. Relishing in the fact that he affected you so greatly.

“Really think you’d get away with dressing like this? Someone’s gotten bold…” he kissed your neck again, dropping his hand lower, toward your abdomen. “As if you were asking for me to see.”

“I just…” your words broke off when his fingertips stopped at the hem of your shirt, dangerously close to your underwear. “Couldn’t sleep.”

He hummed, and you shivered, pressing yourself against him with a needy whimper. Gods, the things you did to him.

“Bet you’re already soaking, mesh’la,” he pointedly swiped a finger at the bare skin beneath your shirt. “Wanna feel good, hmm? Wanna feel my fingers in that pussy?”

“Oh gods…” you leaned your head back against him with another whine. “Please, Boba.”

It was the tone of your voice, needy and desperate, hearing his name spoken on your plush lips that did him in. Breaking any semblance of patience he had. His fingers slipped underneath your underwear and into your slick heat, eliciting another breathy moan as you pressed against him.

Perhaps the music wasn’t so bad, after all.

Perhaps the music wasn’t so bad, after all.

Perhaps the music wasn’t so bad, after all.

It was your breathy, pleading tone, his name rushing off your plush lips that snapped his resolve. He slipped his fingers underneath your underwear and into your slick heat, groaning when you writhed against him, another whimpering moan rolling off your tongue.

Perhaps the music wasn’t so bad, after all.

Perhaps the music wasn’t so terrible, after all.

“Mhm,” you nodded so rapidly he had to pull his face away for a moment, before closing the distance again to press a kiss to the base of your neck. “Please Boba.”

It was that, then, hearing his name whispered so pleasingly from your plush, wanting lips, that made his resolve snap. He slipped his fingers underneath your underwear and into your slick heat, groaning when you writhed under his touch, already melting against him.

Perhaps the music wasn’t so bad, after all.