Star Wars: One Shots/Preferences

An Exciting Bounty (Boba Fett X Reader, Part Three)

You hold your breath, his fingers trailing dangerously close to the source of your warmth. 

"I'm trying to get a job done, but I have a girl prancing around my ship, acting like it's hers." 

You cursed yourself for anticipating every word that flowed from his lips. 

He was purposefully tormenting you, that was far from unknown, but you still allowed it to happen. 

"I think you like someone keeping you on your toes." You breathe out, your eyes opening to meet his, a smirk gracing past your lips. 

Using his hold on you, he tugs your body nearly off the bed, making your back land against the mattress in un-preparation. 

He holds his place on the ground, though most of his upper torso was still seen above your legs. 

"So quick to assume things." He grunts, his nails digging further into your thighs, spiking some pain throughout your nerves. 

You were still resisting the urge to touch him, even if he had practically made the first move at this point. 

You wanted to punish him for treating you so carelessly. 

Your knuckles were going white from the effort you put into holding onto the bed, and if Boba hadn't noticed yet, he would within any second now.

With one opened-mouth kiss on your thigh, he got a gasp out of you, even if his lips weren't even in direct contact with your skin. 

His first kiss didn't have to be perfect. It just had to be enough to make you long for more. 

Which is exactly what it did. 

Now, you were desperate. Your hands were burying themselves in his hair, your back arched, keeping your head turned to an angle that was just sharp enough to see every crease that covered Boba's face. 

And with that, he pulled back, getting back up on his two feet, glaring down at you with a permanently intimidating gaze.

He intended to do this, and as he reached for his helmet, you did the first thing that came to mind. 

You snatched it away. 

It was a decision made off a snap judgment, but you didn't want him to leave again. 

And there was no way he'd leave without his helmet. 

"Y/N. Give that back." He demands, only making you feel more obligated to go against him. 

"No!" 

You quickly scramble to the other end of the mattress, practically leaping off the bed, and out of the room.

Your feet had no clue where they were going, but, once you couldn't hear the sound of Boba stampeding after you, you stopped.

Now in the cargo hold, you sat behind a crate, observing the Mandalorian helmet in your hands, admiring the craftsmanship. 

You could only wonder if he had the skill to craft it himself, or got a professional to do it. 

Either way, it had to have cost a fortune.

Just as you got the idea to try it on, you heard the menacing sound of heavy footsteps growing closer and closer.

Pulling your legs up to your chest, you focus on calming your breathing, the risk of getting caught giving you a sudden rush of adrenaline. 

Even if he found you, the worst he could do if punish you in some mild manner. 

He may lock you in a room, tie you up, nothing too severe by any means. 

At least, you thought. 

As you were weighing the chance of getting found out, a hand lands down with a thud on the crate you were crouching behind. 

"Found you." 

Clutching the helmet to your chest, you offer a nervous smile up at him. 

"Looks like you have." You softly reply, admitting defeat, for now. 

He reaches his hand out, and, on instinct, you take it.

Confused at first, he realizes that you expect him to pull you up, and though he had wanted to merely receive his helmet, he goes against his better judgment and hauls you onto your feet effortlessly. 

You purposefully stumble into him, feeling his stance unwavering, though he does look down at you, that frown of his loosening up, even if just slightly. 

"Y/N? Please, give me my helmet back." 

Hearing him speak in such a kind tone, it felt...odd. 

But you liked it. Maybe your pestering was getting him to let his guard down. 

"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" You tease, taking a step back, in order to hold his helmet up in each of your hands. 

He eyes it, then briefly glances up at you, trying to guess whether or not you were going to take off again, but you don't, genuinely feeling willing to give him his treasured possession back. 

Rather than putting it on immediately, he sets it to the side, grabbing your hands, bringing you closer, into his chest, as you had been before. 

"I'm sorry for doing this to you, sweetheart." He exhales, his palm coming up below your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. 

His other hand squeezes onto yours, and as you begin to feel puzzled, you see a pang of regret flash through Boba's eyes. 

"Don't take it personally. And, try not to get into too much trouble." 

The more he said, the higher your suspicions were raised. 

"What are you trying to say-" You were cut off by your mouth roughly being overtaken. 

He never did waste any time getting straight into your lips, but you got the sense that he was doing everything in his power to prolong you from asking any more questions. 

And the reason why was all explained in a matter of seconds.  

"Boba! I hear you've collected a bounty for me!" 

Huttese had always been such a loud, slobby language. 

To be continued...

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