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# like father like son (part 1)

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THE MANDALORIAN: SEASON 2 ↳  MING NA WEN  as  FENNEC SHAND

ummmmmmmmmmm EXCUSEE ME?!?

“Thought that you would be allowed to do whatever you felt like, little mouse? I don’t think so. Remember who is controlling your pleasure.”

Wig? Snatched. Head? Empty. Panties? Dropped. Pussy? Absolutely dripping HOLY FUCK.

"You felt Fennec close to you as she kissed your cheek, “What a good little slut you are.” "

Ohhhh to have fennec call me a little slut.....

This was just spectacular. I am honored my horny jail thots inspired a story like this. I had no doubt this story would be worth the wait. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! never stop writing. I will be re visiting this one OFTEN.

Pairings: Fennec Shand x F!Reader, Boba Fett X F!Reader, Fennec x F!Reader x Boba

Rating: 18+ Explicit

Wordcount: +5.1k

Summary: Unable to sleep one night while Boba was away, you decided to join Fennec in her bed.

Warnings: Smut, PinV, Unprotected Sex, Threesome, Petnames, FxF, MxF, FxMxF

This started out initially as a request from @hyperspace-spicedreams and then it became much longer than I intended. I am sorry for the wait and thank you for the request. I hope you enjoy it

Anyone is free to send me any requests and I will be happy to provide

You walked quietly through the halls of Boba’s palace. Though at this time of the night it was only you and Fennec as Boba had gone on some small mission that he felt didn’t require the two of you.

You and Fennec had practiced the same song and dance when she knew you were getting restless. You would be the one to approach her but as always she would take the lead. Small coos and praises here and there throughout the day would leave you squirming in your seat as you tried to get some menial tasks done so Boba would not have to deal with them.

The first time you had been with Fennec had been when Boba had proposed she join the two of you after a long night of spotchka and you losing terribly at sabbac. You were drunk, it was messy, you had fun but it left you unfulfilled.

Fennec had awoken something in you that night that you hadn’t felt since joining the two. This was not your first time with someone of the same sex but it wasn’t with someone like Fennec. Usually you were the one in charge in those situations, the other smaller, timid and softer than you. Fennec, like Boba, called the shots, your pleasure was theirs to take and control.

This evening, the ache was too strong to ignore as your pulse increased as you reached closer to her room. You took a long deep breath as you sternly knocked on the door. You stood straight and puffed your chest, preparing a soft smile to greet her.

Opening the door only slightly ajar, she tilted her head upwards to look down at you as she always did when she was assessing you. Your stance instantly faltered as she made you feel small even though you both were close in height.

“Well look who scurried over here,” she smirked at you with her signature one side smile, “Did you need something, little mouse?”

“You had asked if I had wanted to stop by to watch a holo video,” you squeaked, unable to not gawk at her.

“I did, it is a little late though,” she hummed, looking back inside as if to check the time. You both knew what time it was, both knew what you were here for, she was just waiting for you to say it. You never allowed yourself to crack under anyone but Boba and yet here she was, easily chipping away at you like you were cheap Tatooine clay.

You took in a short sigh, relaxing your body as you approached, “I know but I still want your company,” you stated, trying to impose yourself at the door, hoping to break down whatever barriers Fennec had but you both knew it was futile.

“Oh you do now? What shall we do? Do each other's hair? Paint our nails?” she teased as she went to bop your nose.

You grabbed her hand gently, trying to pull her towards you but really she was pulling you to her. Your lips hovered over hers as you looked at her, her eyes on you like a target but instead of the dangerous look she carried she had a twinkle in her eye that told you she was up for this little ruse.

“We both know why I am here, Shand,” you moaned as your lips touched hers. The kiss was unbearably fragile as a gasp was stuck in your throat. Her lips warm and soft, gentle yet firm. You could never find the words to describe kissing Fennec Shand. She would make you feel powerless in her grasp but also gave you the strength to take on the world that surrounded you, that wanted you out.

You tried to deepen the kiss but she pulled you away.

“Boba’s princess knows what she wants.”

It was your turn for your side smirk as you licked your lips that was coated in her taste.

Without a moment's hesitation Fennec pulled you inside. You didn’t get to take notice of the current layout of her room as her lips were back on you, your face in the palm of her hands as you pressed yourself against her. You cried into the kiss, as she pushed your mouth open with her tongue.

In the short span of kissing Fennec, tasting her, feeling here you knew there would never be enough times to get used to it. To not feel the heat spread over your body, to have the knots in your stomach less tight. Your hands were frantic all over her, her strong arms, her soft hair, her toned back, you deepened the kiss with a new sense of urgent and fervour need, as if trying to map out every part of her for a later memory when the days with her would be long gone.

She stumbled you to her bed, making you sit down as she moved away from you as she quickly removed her top and breast bindings. Trying to match her speed you did the same but lucky for her you only had been wearing panties and a night shirt.

Her palm against your breast bone, she pushed you onto your back, pulling you more onto the bed so both your legs were not hanging awkwardly. She placed your arms bent at your head, as she started to fervently kiss at your jaw, trailing down to your neck. You gasped and cried as her kisses never remained on long enough to cool you down. Her hair swept along your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Fennec,” you called out, trying to find your voice, “Sorry, just stop.”

Fennec leaned over you, scanning you over, “Is something wrong?”

You shook your head smiling, you ran your hand along her face, her skin soft despite always being in the sun. You realize that you were both naked from the waist up, her body painted in beautiful scars as the evidence of the toll of her work was written on her body. You ran your hand down to her shoulder, down to her chest and finally gently cupping her breast.

You smile, the familiar sensation creeping back to your core, the weight and colour of her breasts all too familiar and then again you had never seen anyone like her.

“I just...this feels nice,”

Fennec tilted your head, “You can show me how nice it feels in different ways, sweetie.”

You smirked, lifting your body up to grab her in for another kiss. Your bodies finally connected and your heart sang. Skin to skin, breast to breast, you two did not belong to the same puzzle set but yet you fit. You don’t remember it ever feeling this fantastic. Your arms entangled each other as you tried to feel as much of each other as you could.

Fennec gave you one last quick kiss, as she moved down to your breasts. She placed one in her hand as she circled your sensitive bud. You whimpered as you felt the light shocks shoot through your chest

“Look at me, little mouse,” she ordered as she kept her eyes on you as she opened her mouth sweeping the tongue over your nipple. You bit your lower lip, trying hard not to throw your head back and cry. She did it again and then went down to engulf entirely into her mouth, her mouth and tongue working in unison. Her mouth sucking all but gently as her tongue swirled around your nipple as it became painfully erect.

“Fuck, you are so hot Fennec,” you said so plainly as you squirmed under her. You tried to grab any part of her, her head, her breasts, her hand but she slapped you away. She released your breast with a loud pop and immediately did the same to the other.

“You taste so sweet, no wonder Boba can’t stop playing with them.”

You blushed as you felt another wave of pleasure override you. You felt overwhelmed with emotions as you felt your heart lurch and your lower lip tremble. Being in this moment now made you realize how special it was. With the others, it was a quick fuck to make you feel good and you left them to their own hands to finish. Here you were now underneath Fennec, and you never felt such a pull before. Fennec was also letting her guard down, to allow you to be vulnerable as she protected you with her body.

“Please, I want to taste you,’ you begged. She smirked as she slid down further.

“All in good time, my little mouse. Let me have my fun with you first.” She grabbed your panties and pulled them down as she kneeled now before you. Instinctively you tried to cover yourself, hiding the look and how wet you were.

Leaning down, kissing your hands as she pushed them away, “I will have none of that, am I clear?” she said sternly, glaring at you from between your legs. You motioned your hips forward towards nothing as your body convulsed in pleasure.

“Yes, ma’am,” you whined as you kept your hands by your side.

She kissed your inner thigh near the socket of your thigh, “Good girl, then I can continue.”

At first she just ran her fingers over your mound, teasing your lips and tickling your thighs. You tried to not act out, like Boba, acting childish with Fennec would get you nowhere.

Fennec finally offered you some mercy and softly kissed your inner thigh, trailing to your cunt. Nuzzling slightly, kissed at your lips as you whined. She had struck another cord with you as she finally ran her tongue over your cunt, as she began to suck greedily at your lips.

You could never complain over Boba as he never left you disappointed with his mouth but with Fennec it felt special. You didn’t need to guide her to find the right spot, to tell her to change the pressure of her tongue. She could read you like she could read anyone else but instead of finding the quickest kill or weakness she was finding your pleasure. Your senses heightened as she slowly licked at your clit. She started off slow as you gripped her hair, trying to push her closer, harder. You felt her smile as she increased the pressure with the flat of her tongue, her lips encircling the darkened nub.

You cried out as your cunt clamped around nothing as you tried to chase that release, you just needed her to go a little longer, a little harder. You gripped the sheets as you weren’t aware you had been repeating her name, begging to let you finish.

She gripped your hand, sensing your desperation, she pulled away just a moment.

“Don’t worry, little one, I’ve got you.”

You whined in pain as she hovered over your clit, fingers drawing lazy circles at your entrance, “We have all night, I promise I won’t leave you unsatisfied.”

With that she slid two fingers into you as her mouth went back to your nub. You giggled out a yes, as you threw your head back and smiled. She slid her slim fingers into you slowly, she was clearly nowhere near as thick as Boba’s but the way she curled her fingers upwards, hitting the soft spot inside of you. You felt your toes start to curl, as she started to lap harder at your lips, her nose brushing against your clit. You could feel the soft vibrations of her moans as she whispered praises to you. Your whole body was on edge as you ground your hips into her face. Chasing that high became your obsession, you clenched your fists as your nails left half moon indents in your skin.

“Fennec, please, I am so close,” you whined, your body breathing in as you got closer and closer, as your back arched higher and higher off the bed.

“Yes, there, so close, so close,” you chanted as you tossed your head from side to side as you weren’t sure whether to cry, laugh or both.

Suddenly, cold air hit your soaked cunt as you cried out in protest. Your eyes shot open as you glared directly at Fennec, forgetting where acting out got you.

“Did you ask for my permission to come?” she asked sternly as she looked at you with those killer eyes as she gave your lips a little lick.

You looked at her taken aback, “I thought-”

“Thought that you would be allowed to do whatever you felt like, little mouse? I don’t think so. Remember who is controlling your pleasure.”

Heat pooled into your stomach as your neck tensed, trying not to say something smart, “Yes ma’am,” you whispered.

“Good girl,” she then continued to open you with her fingers as she allowed her tongue to slip in. You gasped as you saw stars, your body tense as tears started to pool. Your cunt cried as you tried to hold back, your thighs shaking to close around her. You blindly grabbed for anything, one hand the sheets and one hand Fennec’s hair. She immediately stopped and you froze realizing your mistake.

“Do I need to bind your hands to behave?”

“I think she would only enjoy that more, Fennec,” a husky voice responded.

You turned to see Boba Fett standing at the doorway, only in his black robes. How long had he been back?

“Boba…” you moaned as Fennec paid him no mind as she continued to work on your core.

“I was a little surprised to find our bed empty, mesh’la. I should’ve known you were playing with Fennec.”

Shame flamed your face as you took in a sharp gasp when Fennec found that soft spot inside of you.

“Don’t mind me for now, princess. Pay attention to poor Fennec who had to keep your needy cunt entertained.”

Fennec moved up back towards you, resting her arms on your chest as she laid her head to the side, “Do you want to put on a show for Boba, little mouse?”

You let in a sharp breath, as you drowned in her eyes. Her chest pressing into yours, you could feel her heart beating steadily as yours probably sounded like it was going to burst. You couldn’t believe that someone like her would spend her free time with you, let alone being this intimate with you.

You closed your eyes, worried what your answer would bring, took in a shallow breath and opened your eyes, “I kinda just really want to make you feel good, Fennec.” you whispered, pressing your forehead to hers.

She let out a small chuckle, “Awww, aren’t you just the sweetest,” she teased, as she trailed kisses down your body once again.

“Always such a selfless love you are, mesh’la,” Boba stroked your cheek as his thumb traced your lip, you let out an approving hum as you took his thumb in your mouth, sucking vigorously as your tongue snaked around the tip.

“Did you miss me, little one?”

You nodded as his free hand trailed down your throat, squeezing slightly.

“Missed you so much that she came to me,” Fennec teased, adding a third finger as she quickened the pace even more, admiring how stretched your walls were around her fingers.

You groaned in protest, disagreeing with her as Boba’s thumb left your mouth with a loud pop.

“You know that’s not true, Shand,” you cried out, your feet lifting off the bed as you curled your legs towards your body. This gave her more access to you, as she retracted her fingers, replacing them with her tongue, drinking in your juices as you withered under her.

“Fennec, please, I want to be closer.”

Fennec fanned your cunt as she looked up at you, “How do you want that, little mouse? Show me.”

You took in a deep breath for courage as you pulled her up until you two were facing each other. You gave her a small kiss as you moved downwards, removing her leggings and panties. You kneeled as you lifted one of her legs as you scooched closer to her. Your legs entangled as your core touched hers. Fuck she was also wet, but she looked so composed, even from this position you felt intimidated. You swallowed your nerves as you ground your core against hers. You let out a low whimper, as you tried again, slowly getting used to the positioning and rhythm.

It had clearly been a while as your movements were a little sloppy but from the way Fennec gasped quietly and gripped your arm a little tighter, clearly something was going right.

“I didn’t know you had this side to you, mesh’la,” Boba cooed as he stroked your hair as you gripped Fennec’s leg, groaning as you hit the right spot.

“Our princess is full of surprises,” Fennec gasped as she tightly gripped your hands as she met with your thrusts, “I didn’t expect this out of herrrr,” she titled her head back as you increased the pace. Your breasts bouncing, the sound of skin on skin and your moans filled the room. All you could focus on was the feeling between your legs, the gasps that you were getting out of Fennec and the heat that coursed through your body.

Fennec crunched up, as you both tried to get as close as physically possible, “Are you close, baby girl?”

You looked at Fennec, tears in your eyes as you nodded and cried out. You just kept chanting yes over and over again. “Me too, come on together now.”

With a few last harsh thrusts you both stiffened as your bodies came undone. You cried out Fennec’s name as you looked into her eyes as you felt your juices leaking onto the sheets. You plopped backwards, catching your breath as Boba towered over you, his now naked frame was upside down from the angle you were at. How long had he been standing like that?

Your legs were still on top of each other as you took in Boba’s weeping cock near you, his hand lazily stroking, just enough to keep him hard.

“Go on, little one,” she purred as she tickled your foot.

You squirmed as you got up to crawl towards Boba.

“Was that good, little one?” you nodded as you tried to sit yourself up, moving to face him. You wrapped your arms around him as you gave him a deep kiss. Boba trailed his hands over your back, down to your ass as he squeezed tightly, “That was very nice of her wasn’t it?”

You nodded as you turned to look back at Fennec, who, at no surprise of your own, was already fixed up, lying sprawled out on her pillows looking at you. “I think you need to apologize to Fett. You kept him waiting.” she smirked at you as you kept your head low out of shame.

Boba grabbed your hand trailing it down to his rock hard cock, “See what your little show did to me?”

You nodded, as you slowly moved down, keeping your eyes on him as your tongue slid across his head. You heard the familiar sigh, as he gently tugged on your hair, dragging you closer. You took him in with ease after all those nights of him fucking your throat. You hummed in pleasure at the familiarity of it all.

You felt Fennec close to you as she kissed your cheek, “What a good little slut you are.” she praised as she ran a hand down your back, her fingers kissing your spine and giving your ass a light whack. You cried out around his cock, as Boba started to control the pace.

“I’ve missed this pretty mouth of yours, princess.” He groaned as he brought your face to his short curls as you gagged around his cock. You smiled up at him, eyes watering as drool dribbled down your face.

Boba pulled you off, his cock covered in your saliva as you took shallow breaths.

“I have missed other parts of you also. On your back little one.”

You grinned as you scrambled to the head of the Fennec’s bed, parting your legs as Boba knelt between them. Fennec laid down next to you, cradling your head on her chest.

Boba stroked his cock up and down your lips, placing pressure on your entrance and clit.

“You got her so wet Fennec,krifff!”

“You’re welcome. It wasn’t too hard, was it, baby girl?”

You shook your head, “Boba, please, I need you. Please fuck me.”

Boba chuckled as he pinched one of your nipples, “You are usually so shy, little one. I didn’t expect a new you when I came home.”

You raised your hips to meet his cock, as you pouted and huffed.

“There she is,” he smirked as with one slow thrust, he fully sheathed himself inside of you. You gripped his arms as you cried out. Though Fennec had stretched you open, nothing ever prepared you for Boba’s size. You could feel every inch of him open you up as your stomach clenched from both pain and pleasure.

“Boba! Fuck!” you cried out as your thighs shook around him, as you tried to meet his thrusts.

He wrapped one hand around your neck again, as he squeezed slightly. You tightened around him as you let out a hoarse gasp. Your hands wrapped around his large wrist, you pulled his hand closer and away, allowing you to control the pressure.

Fennec had her arm wrapped around you this entire time, “What is he doing to you?” she whispered.

“Fuck...Fucking me!” you turned your head to look at her as you lifted your legs to force Boba in deeper.

“That’s right, does he feel good? Is he stretching that beautiful cunt of yours?”

You nodded an uhuh as you clenched your eyes as you felt yourself already nearing your release. Boba leaned down to be closer to you, his breathing just as hard and ragged as yours. “I can feel it, baby girl, cum for me. Let us hear you!”

You arched yourself off of Fennec as you sobbed out a wail as you came undo around him. Your walls clenching him, pulling him in, trying to coax a release out of him.

“I can see how wet his cock is,baby girl. Is that all from you?” You were lying down, your body numb as you panted from the excursion. Boba did not slow down though as he kept fucking you. Your tits bounced, your face pressed up against Fennec’s soft chest.

“Your lips are stretched around him so nicely. Next time we will try with my toy, what do you think?”

You nodded enthusiastically as Boba cursed as you clenched down around him once again. Your cunt was a vice at this point from all the pleasure you were taking in.

"How about you show her how thankful you are for letting you cum, Princess."

You smiled at Shand as she sat above you. She had let her hair come undone as she had a slight rosy hue to her cheeks. You knew Shand rarely allowed herself to be so carefree and could you also say vulnerable? You moved upwards to kiss her again, trying to hold yourself up as Boba slowly thrusts into you.

Her taste was just as intoxicating, as she ran her hands through your hair. She lightly scratched at your scalp, goosebumps adorned your skin.

“Kriff, little one! I am not going to last with you clenching down on me.”

You giggled as you continued to kiss Fennec, the kiss was sloppy and she was clearly dominating like the night before. Instead of it being sloppy due to the alcohol, it was messy from how comfortable you two were with each other now. After tonight you knew that your relationship with her had changed. In public you two would of course keep up your personas but you knew that in the future you were both going to let your guards down and just be with each other, along with Boba by your side as well.

“Lie down,” Fennec murmured, stroking the loose strands of hair from your face. Lying down, Fennec threw one leg over your head between her thighs. You instinctively grabbed her hips as you pulled her wet heat to your mouth. You saw stars when you got the first taste of her. She was so wet and soft. She tasted like nothing and everything all at once. The scent of her was intoxicating.

You traced her lips with your tongue as your nose brushed up against her clit with every thrust from Boba. Mapping her, taking note of every small shudder, ever small gasp. Between the mix of Boba fucking you and Fennec riding your face you knew normal acts of pleasure would never be the same again.

“How is her talented little mouth?” Boba asked as he noticed Fennec stop a moment as you moaned into her cunt. He saw your bruising grip on her thighs and chuckled.

“I can see why you are always having her gag on your cock, she is a greedy little thing.” Fennec moaned, she gripped your head, giving herself more leverage. She moaned as she started to grind her hips into your face, “That’s it girl, drink me. Can you feel what you are doing to me? Such a good girl.”

You could no longer think, all you could process was your desire to please both of those using your body. You were their plaything, your pleasure was derived from their pleasure. Your body vibrated, as you buried your tongue into Fennec’s cunt, trying to reach as far as her tongue did. You could hear Boba’s praises as he continued to use you as he saw fit. Your entrance stretched and dripping as he tried to coax another orgasm out of you.

“Kriff, mesh’la, give it to her. Show her how I properly taught you to say thank you. Use that talented tongue of yours. You won’t get to cum until she does.”

With that, Boba slammed hard into you, he watched as tried to bring Fennec closer, your cries and pleas being muffled. Licking his thumb, he rubbed the wet digit over your clit. You inhaled sharply as you tried to control yourself while still focusing on Fennec’s delicious cunt.

“Fuck, little one, no wonder Boba keeps his cock down your throat,” she moaned as you gripped your hair tighter as her free hand trailed over her body. You could sense she was close as her walls tighten around your tongue and her moans increased in pitch. You eagerly tried to bring her over. You doubted the famous Fennec Shand got off that easily and you secretly wanted to claim bragging rights in doing so.

Between Boba fucking you and Fennec riding your face you were in heaven.Fennec at this point was just riding your tongue as you remained mostionless allowing her to use you as she wished. Suddenly, you felt her stiffen as she let out a low cry as she shuddered around you.

You eagerly tried to extend her orgasm, lapping at her juices. Eventually her grip on you loosened as she gently moved herself off you. She bent down to kiss you, tasting her juices on you, “Who knew this smart mouth was good for something else,” she grinned as she collapsed next to you.

“Good girl,” Boba purred as he pushed your knees to your chest, “That’s my smart, little girl.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you clung onto him. His pace never faltered as your breaths deepened, your stomach tightening.

“Boba, I am so close,” you mewled as he rested his forehead against yours. You lightly felt Fennec’s soft touch along your rib cage, as you scrunched your eyes focusing on Boba. The stretch was always so perfect,he knew your body by heart as he would play with you until your release. Tonight, he was taking time as he took in every twitch, every moan, every gasp. The way you fluttered around him as he kept moving at an agonizing pace.

“Is princess getting a little tired?” He cooed, kissing your forehead.

You shook your head as you thrust at him, your walls not releasing him as you tried to control the pace. Boba gripped your waist tighter as he began to move faster.

“Alright little one, let me get one more out of you, hrmm? Would you like that?”

You gripped the sheets unable to leverage yourself on him anymore, “Yes, please, Boba please!” you cried out.

Your breasts bouncing, as you tossed your head from side to side. You arched your back as Boba eagerly thrusts into you.

“Cum with me,” he ordered.

You screamed his name as your body stiffened once again, your vision going black as you came undone around him. You cried out again as you felt his hot liquid paint your walls as you shuddered around him.

Planting yourself back on the bed, your body jelly as you could no longer move. Boba remained inside you, offering a few lazy thrusts before pulling out of you.

“Way to make a mess,” Fennec teased as she returned with a warm damp towel for you. Boba was still admiring you on full display for both of them. Your face still glistened from Fennec’s cum and his seed dripping from between your legs.

Your eyes remained closed as Fennec gently cleaned you off, giving a little kiss on the nose when she was done. You shifted trying to move to get up but you no longer had control over your limbs.

“Sorry Fennec, Boba and I will go now...” you mumbled.

“I don't think you are in any state to be moving, my little mouse. And we can’t have Boba hurt his back carrying you.”

You heard Boba chuckle as he gently lifted you up, placing you more in the centre of the bed.

You snuggled into the pillows as you felt Boba next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. You felt Fennec on the other side as she pulled you closer, cradling your head. You felt your heart swell from both of their touches, knowing now that the dynamics had definitely shifted. Instead it being the outcome you had worried about, initially, this was better than you could imagine being between the two people that meant the most.

You smirked, feeling yourself start to doze off, “Hey Boba, I told you I was just as good at eating girls out as you.”

Boba smacked your ass, “Don’t start, little one.”

Fennec kissed your forehead, keeping her lips on you, “You just had beginner's luck.”

You snuggled deeper into their warmth, as sleep over took you. Before completely drifting off you could’ve sworn you hear both of them whispering words of praise that you were certain not to remember in the morning.

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Pairing: Triple Frontier Dudes x F!Reader (except Tom obvs) Words: 5.5K Warnings: Rough smut. Cum eating. Semi-public sex. Dirty talk. Poly-ass relationship vibes. PTSD. Ass Play. Spit. SORRY. Wall sex. Pool Sex. Laundry Room Sex. Door Sex. We out here. Summary: Santi makes you play a game. A/N: same universe as Bloom. Idk if it's physically possible to keep this much cum inside you but we play fast and loose with facts on this here ole blog baby

It keeps happening.

You’re back on home ground. You’re back to paved streets and errands and bar hopping. You all sit around a table - the same one you always do. The bar is cloying - alcohol sweet with its sticky floors and unwashed bathrooms.

The air is hot - thick with tension as you try to act normal - act fine. Every one of them had been inside you - had licked your pussy and made you cum so often you can still taste it in the back of your throat.

You’d avoided them long enough. You’d needed some time as soon as the plane landed back in the states.

You weren’t upset. You weren’t sad.

You were just confused and a little embarrassed.

Now, all four of them are staring at you - their eyes leaving prints across your skin. Will is a hot mass of muscle beside you - his arm rubbing against your own as you shift in your seat. You have a beer in front of you and you touch the condensation - circle the bottle in your hands. You want to press it to your fevered brow - your cheek. You’re flaring with the memory of them.

“Sweetheart,” Pope murmurs and it makes you peer up at him. His eyes are dark - genuine - sparked with something. His voice is edged, matching the tone he used when he’d lifted you up against the shower wall and made you shatter on his length.

You bite down on your tongue - digging your nails into your thigh before Will stops you - folding his large hand over yours and squeezing. He meets your startled gaze head-on. His face bare and handsome.

“Are you alright?”

“Not really.”

Benny’s brow wrinkles. He scrubs at his bearded jaw. “We don’t have to talk about it.”

Frankie nods - fixing his hat as he regards you with concern. “We can forget it happened. We did what we had to do. We don’t - fuck - none of us see you differently.”

It’s not that. It’s not.

“We love you,” Pope finishes. Your belly clenches at that blunt remark. He’d confessed it so easily and yet you don’t know if it is rubbed in the flavor that you want - if he means it like friends or -

You shove the heels of your hands against your eyes.

“Hey,” Will soothes as he strokes your waist - the naked skin between the waistband of your jeans and the bottom of your t-shirt. “Hey - look nothing has changed.”

“Yes, it has,” you snap back. You’re close to laughing at this point - close to losing it. Tears prick behind your lids and fuck you’d absolutely die if you broke down in front of them.

“Was it really all that bad?” Benny asks in an effort to lighten the mood.

“Dude," Pope exclaims while Will elbows Benny's ribs.

Was it bad? Was it? No. Not at all. It was the most pleasure you’d ever felt in your whole damn life.

“No,” you admit reluctantly as you finally look at them straight - chin angled up and your shoulders set. You can’t lie to them. You can’t avoid them for the rest of your life. “It wasn’t bad.”

Frankie cocks an eyebrow before he reaches for your wrist - gently winding his fingers around the bones. “So what’s the problem, bonita?”

You swallow thickly. Fuck it.

“Because I want it again.”

***

It’s a 4th of July barbecue at one of Benny’s gym friend’s houses. It’s pretty packed. A lot of liquor. A lot of food. All of you together.

It’s been two months since you’d told them you wanted more - wanted them like you’d had them in that safehouse. They’d answered you by driving you back to Will’s and splitting you apart. You had shaken with the number of climaxes they'd rocked into you. The bruises. The stretch. The fact that every hole had been filled until you couldn't walk afterward. They'd scrubbed you clean - gingerly smoothing the marks they'd burned you with until you were ready to go again. They were inside you - engraved in your flesh and your tissue and the fleshy curve of your heart.

It hadn’t let up. It had only continued. Weeks packed with constant sex and a damn honey-sweet intimacy that had molded and carved your connection into something entirely new. It’s a hurricane - it’s chaos. You don’t really establish rules. You just go with it and it seems to have worked so far.

The party today would be another test - another event where you circled each other - waiting to nip or touch or taste. You had to play it cool - play it like you always have. These men are your partners - they are in your blood - riding it out as you pulse in time with each of them. It’s cosmic - it’s delicious - but it’s also highly fucking frowned upon by society’s standards. You don’t want Mary Greene from down the street clutching her pearls because Santi can’t stop kissing your neck when Frankie’s got his hand on your ass.

No one would understand and it’s not like you could blame it on a breeding drug that had made you require orgasms to fucking live. Nope. No.

You’d texted the group with clear directions:

You: No PDA at this thing.

Ironhead: Whatever you say.

Fish: Sure.

Benny: Not even a little touching?

You: No. These are my terms if you want to fuck afterward.

Benny: Fine.

Pope: You’re so cruel.

You think it’s peachy. It’s all settled.

You think that up until you pull up to the curb of the house.

It starts as soon as you step out of the passenger seat of Frankie’s truck. You can feel their eyes on you - burning across your bare arms and legs. You’re in a gauzy sundress - your flimsy swimsuit underneath.

Santi gapes at you before yelling: “Deals off.”

He marches right up to you, pinning you to the car door - the scent of him making you a tad delirious.

“Princesa,” Santi growls - his lips brushing over your ear as he wraps you up in a hug that transcends friendliness. “You really trying to kill us with that outfit?”

“Only a little,” you say - plastering an innocent smile across your face. “Also - it’s a pool party. What the hell else was I going to wear?”

“You’re gonna get it,” he drawls - subtly drifting his hand beneath your dress to cup your pussy through your bikini bottoms.

“Santi,” you hiss - your thighs clenching around his hand. “There are people.”

“We can be discreet, babe,” Benny points out from over Santi’s shoulder. “We’re kind of trained for that shit.”

You roll your eyes. “We can wait until after, you sex fiends.”

“Nah,” Santi says. “I think we could do it here - I think we could manage.”

“You’re serious?” you glance at Frankie and Will who are watching Pope practically finger fuck you against Frankie’s truck. He runs his knuckle over your covered slit - pushing into you. It’s out in the open - it’s under the hot beat of the sun and this is fucking dangerous.

“We haven’t had you in a while,” Frankie answers - quiet but still hungry. “I miss that sweet little - “

“Hey Mike!” you call out - shoving at Santi’s chest. He doesn’t even startle, just slowly turns around to glare at the poor guy who’s walking up the path to the house.

Fucking Mike,” Frankie grunts under his breath as if the guy had stumbled into you on purpose. Mike waves back before slowly dropping it to his side - paling at the way Pope is glaring at him.

You smooth your sundress over your thighs - fixing your hair behind your ears.

“Let’s go,” you tell him - them. “We can fuck after.”

But - as soon as you brush past Santi, his hand shoots out - gripping your arm and yanking you back to him. He catches your face between his palms before he crushes his lips to yours - his tongue wet and desperate as he pushes it into your mouth.

He releases you as quickly as he caught you - making you trip into his chest. His lips split into a blinding grin - smug as ever. “I think we should play a game, princess.”

Santi’s abrupt princess punches you somewhere soft. It doesn’t have that smooth, silky finish when he uses princesa or preciosa or querida. It’s because he’s not seducing - he knows he already has you.

You could say no. You could and they’d grumble but inevitably agree. They’d probably punish you later for it, but still - the boys would never do shit to you that you didn’t ask for or want.

You glance up at Santi - the silver around his hairline dripping into his black curls. His lips are sticky with your gloss.

“What are the rules?” you bite.

**

Your arms scrape across the gritty cement that surrounds the pool as you float against the side of it. It’s really too hot today - stifling. The water is cool though - it’s nice and pleasant. The smell of chlorine - the oily coconut balm of your lotion. Smoke from the barbecue wafts through the air - the abrupt nostalgic taste of summer. Benny has probably already eaten six cheeseburgers.

There’s a sudden weight against your back - the hard hump of a chest - a flat stomach. Will’s bearded jaw scrapes across your temple as he pins you to the edge of the pool.

“Baby girl,” he murmurs as he wraps a muscular arm around your waist. Will doesn’t use pet names often. He’s reserved - certainly more so than Santi and Benny. Frankie might be the only other one who isn’t as public about his affections.

You guessed he’d be the first. He’d been watching you closely from across the kitchen, his gaze following your movements as you made yourself a drink. His face dressed in a small amused smile like he was chewing on a secret. A couple of girls flitted around him - prodding him with questions and half-slurred commentary that he politely acknowledged.

“Mmm you didn’t want to stay and listen to what Emily had to tell you,” you tease as he drops his mouth to the side of your neck and sucks.

He chuckles. “Nah - I tuned out. Too distracted.”

Heat builds in your belly. Self-satisfaction.

There aren’t people out here. Most of them are in the living room, distracted by the current boxing match on television. There are a few stragglers sitting in deck chairs or playing beer pong. Not close enough to notice. Not really.

He grinds into your ass as he presses his lips to your skin. Will is good at being subtle - the best at being discreet. You’re surprised that he’s willing to fuck you out in the open, but you aren’t necessarily complaining.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” he mutters as he hitches the gusset of your suit to the side - his insistent fingers prodding into you. His voice is gorgeous - rumbling through his broad chest as it vibrates against your shoulders. “You get so wet,” he praises. “Even underwater”

“Well,” you sigh. “You tend to have that effect.”

He purrs before he grips your chin and drags you to his lips. It’s a quick kiss - charged and molten as he deftly slicks his tongue against your own. “I want to make this good for you, sweetheart."

You feel his cock slide between your folds as you press your ass back into him. To anyone else, it would just look like Will’s whispering something to you. Affectionate. Intimate. You’ve always been pretty physical with the boys - maybe not to this degree - but fuck it.

He grips himself before he sinks inside you - making you curse under your breath. You’re wet enough, but there’s pressure - the chlorine finish making him a little too dry. It’s a stretch as he lazily fucks into you - his body smacking flush against your back as he grunts into your hair.

“Fuck - you feel so good.”

Your breasts are crushed into the wall as he rolls his hips against you. It’s slow and inexorable - the steady glide of his cock through your walls. In and out. In and out. He breathes hard as he holds you to him so fucking tightly. He reaches beneath your bikini top - cupping your tits - pinching your stiff nipples.

You savor the minute pain that sparks across your palms and forearms as you cling to the hot cement. The water is chilly enough - soothing despite the fact that you are burning up inside - flames flicking up your core as Will plants one hand over yours and another over your clit as he thrusts into you. Your orgasm shears its way through your veins - your nerve endings - sparking from the tips of your toes before shooting upward to burst within your cunt. You’re squeezing around him - tiny flickers - spasms - that choke and restrain him.

“You gonna keep me in there, gorgeous?” He presses closer - as he barely pulls out of your tight heat. “You’ll have to be a good girl and do it - hold me inside you so the others can feel me when they fuck you all deep.”

**

People leave the glass doors to the house open - letting the precious air conditioning float out and away. It’s humid inside and your skin feels raw from your wet bikini. Will is seeping out of you - oozing from between your legs as you try to look for a towel. You squeeze your lower muscles. This is harder than you thought.

You find Frankie - his eyes soft as he walks toward you.

He's nursing a beer that you guess must be warm and shitty because he wrinkles his nose when he sips it. He pushes a solo cup into your hands.

“Tequila and grapefruit,” he grins as his fingertips graze your knuckles. “You look a little overheated, baby.”

“I need a towel,” you grumble as you take a hearty gulp of the cocktail and then fold your arms over your soaked breasts. The burn is sweet - creeping through your veins and loosening you up.

Frankie is staring at you with a humored expression - all-knowing. You’re sure the guys know exactly who goes when - certain that he is already aware that Will had fucked you. They probably strategized this, held a damn meeting with blueprints.

You did agree to it and it’s not like you’re complaining.

No. It was slightly thrilling - fucking erotic. Kind of wonderful to have the four hottest guys here want to rail the shit out of you all over the house while no one is the wiser. You enjoy it - enjoy watching all the girls flirt with them - offering them drinks or food and they meet them with polite smiles while their eyes search for you - always searching until they find you and relax.

“I think there are some in the laundry room,” Frankie assures you. “Let’s check it out.”

Wow. Subtle.

**

“Fuck, Frankie,” you cry out against the onslaught of his mouth. His tongue is heavy and plunging. He tastes like muddled Budweiser. His beard grazing across your jaw as he makes out with you against the door.

“Turn around, preciosa,” he urges. “Let me have you.”

You do as he says and he presses his hand across your back - pushing you down into the washing machine’s hard surface. He anchors you in place - keeping you still as he kicks your feet apart before he fiddles with his belt and then sinks deep - inching and inching until his balls bounce against your thighs.

Frankie is dark with his sex - he fucks like he wants to swallow you whole. He fucks like every punch of his cock is pushing his brokenness into you. You understand him - you always have and you share in those shadowed thoughts and memories. He is so openly loving - so kind when he wants to be and it’s only when he’s with you - when he’s inside you - that you see flashes of his other-self.

You know all about me. You saw it. Had a front-row seat to those moments I fucking lost it.

Yes - you had. Both of you too trigger-happy and then too forlorn about it afterward. You let him take when he has sex with you - when he forces you to the floor and just buries you beneath him - his hips ramming up against your ass. He says your name a lot. He likes it - he likes to use it like it’s his and every slap of his hips means he owns you just a little bit more.

“Fucking hell,” he hisses as he digs his fingers into your ass cheeks - grabbing handfuls and spreading it open as he rams himself deep. He pulls you back on his length as he takes you in rough, short strokes. You hear him spit - feel the wet drop of it hitting your asshole before he gently nudges his thumb inside.

Your face burns - your fingers scrambling to find purchase across the slippery surface of the washing machine. Your skin is still chilly and damp from the pool but fuck you are melting hot inside - Frankie’s dick spearing you in half as he fucks you without hesitation and pulls at the rim of your hole in tandem.

He’s the dirtiest of them. Santi would claim that title if asked, but it’s not true. It’s Frankie. Quiet Francisco with his thick fingers and his talented tongue.

“Fuck baby - you have such a good ass,” he groans. “Just as nice as your soaked little pussy.”

You whine at that and Frankie yanks you back against his chest - his hand clasping over your mouth as he doesn’t miss a beat in his hurried pace. “Shh, honey,” he croons. “Can’t let them catch us.”

There’s so much friction inside you as he drives up - as he pushes against the cup of your womb like he could breed you right here in this empty space. The sharp clap of his skin hitting yours - the low, feral grunts from his throat as you cry out against the gag of his hand.

“You know I love you, sweet girl,” he soothes as his cock pulses inside you - throbbing and growing as he begins to hit his peak. “Love being inside you like this - how tight and pretty you are. Too pretty for me.”

You want to bite down on his palm for saying that but he’s already shoving you forward - already grunting into your ear as you feel his cock jerk inside you - the fever-heat of his spend painting your walls and mixing with Will’s.

It’s so damn nasty. The whole thing.

You feel his lips descend along your spine - his mustache tickling your skin as he strokes you tenderly. You feel his tongue in your ass as he clings to your waist and Jesus Christ Fish -

He growls - gruff and possessive as you grind back against him.

***

You smile up at Benny and he meets it in kind - white teeth flashing in the dark - the moon pulsing bright across the dark guest room.

“What do you want?” he asks as he presses his lips to your chin - your throat - sliding his tongue until he yanks your bikini top to the side so he can latch to your nipple. It makes you gasp - makes you arch into his warm, muscular body. You curl your fingers into the back of his t-shirt - pulling at it - watching it bunch around his muscles and his broad shoulders.

Blood rises in your ears - your limbs feel loose from the buzz of tequila. It certainly has made you more uninhibited but then again you were sober as a judge when you let Will thrust himself into you against the pool wall. Maybe - you’re just drunk on them.

“C’mon babe, tell me.”

It’s so like Benny. He’s goofy when he wants to be. He can be dirty, too. But he’s the guy who is down for anything - who will be willing and waiting. He asks after your pleasure - he is enthusiastic and sweet and if you asked him to mark you and ruin you - he’d do it. But he’d also play it nicely - he’d do it to your tastes and mold himself as you asked.

You like to give to him.

“I wanna taste you.” you croon as you watch his eyebrows lift.

You get on your knees - tugging at his swim trunks - watching his flushed cock bob against his stomach when you lower the band. You wrap your hand around his length before taking it whole. You like sucking Benny off - he shudders for you - his fingers twisting into your hair as he gasps and pants and loses it.

It’s a sight.

“Just fuck my mouth like you want, Benjamin,” you taunt - tongue circling the salty slit at the head. He nudges his hips forward - a test run before he sinks down a few more inches. You encourage him - massaging his balls - catching at the short blonde hairs on his thighs. He pushes deeper and you swallow down a gag - your saliva mixing with the viscous fluid that slips from his cock. He tugs your hair harder - straining your neck - the band of his silver watch scraping across your scalp. You feel his dick cram up against the end of your throat and oh Benny sighs: "Fuck you're so good at blowing me, baby."

Your pussy spasms - the hole contracting around air - still wanting and desperate despite the fact that it’s been overfilled. Everything is starting to dribble out. You reach between your legs - cupping yourself- trying to push it back in and it’s like Benny knows what’s happening beneath your swimsuit because he steps away from you, making his cock slip from your tongue.

“It’s your turn,” he orders as he picks you up - hitching your thighs around his waist before he slams you into the wooden door.

He screws you right there. Each plunge of his cock making a shameful wet noise as your cunt sucks him up. He groans as he pounds into you at a harsh, furious pace.  When his hips stutter, a broken noise drifts from his mouth and he tries to seal it against your neck. He pumps into you for a long time - the warmth of it throbbing in the cup of your sex like he’d marked you - carved you - left his name branded deep.

He is flushed with the exertion - sweat beading across his brow - darkening his hair as you smooth it back from his face. He still manages to keep you balanced - keep you impaled on the rod of his dick with his hands under your ass. You idly pet his cheekbone - push the tip of your thumb into his rose-pink lower lip. You lean forward to kiss it - chaste and reserved - even as he softens and he eases out of you with another echoing wet noise.

Benny lowers you to your feet - his broad hand sliding between your thighs as he wipes at anything that has spilled out of you: the slick and a few scattered drops of his cum. You catch his hand to suck his fingers - taste the brine and the musk and the sweat of him. He trembles - not dramatically - but enough for you to notice the effect. He straightens to his full height - all 6’2 of him looming over you - his expression dreamy and indulgent. A big puppy.

“God,” he exclaims. “You’re fucking hot.”

He shoves a hand into your hair before he kisses you - messy and possessive. He wraps an arm around your waist as he steps out of the guest room - fingers twining through yours to drag you down the hall and back outside into the humidity. Night has dipped the day in a luke-warm bath. It’s pleasant and you snatch a beer from the outdoor dining table before taking a swig to moisten your parched throat. You’re certain you’re going to be half-eaten by bugs - you’ve had no time to apply spray or sunscreen due to all the fucking.

Not like you can care. Not like your mind is anything, but pounding hormones and aching mush.

Frankie and Will are playing beer pong when Benny sidles up to them. They regard you with warmth - with sated hunger - their tongues darting over their lips. It’s...romantic. The intimacy - the pleasure shining in their expressions when they spot you. You’re addicted to the way they stare at you - like you hang the moon - like you’ve enchanted them - like you can control them with a tilt of your chin or a crook of your finger. It’s never anyone else - it’s never trailing after another girl or another guy - it’s just fucking you.

Will’s jaw clenches before he motions for you: “Wanna come be my partner?”

“Nah,” Frankie interrupts. “She can be mine.”

Benny scoffs. “Will move to Frankie’s side. She said she’d play with me.”

He says it suggestively enough that it could be taken two ways. They’re being overt at this point - their hands catching in your dress or pinching at your waist or stroking across your bare shoulders. Your skin is itchy from the touch of July sun  Their cum is leaking into your bottoms - just sitting inside you - a flushed, dirty secret.

Santi appears at your back,  wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you firmly against him.

“Hey - princess," his voice runs down your skin - soaks you fully. It’s indulgent. Husky.

“Sorry boys,” he announces. “I need her for something.”

**

“That was so obvious, Pope,” you whine as you let him tow you to the side of the house.

He spins around - his gaze perfectly frank. He steps toward you - cornering you against the wall. It drives the breath from your lungs - makes you swallow the rest of your complaints. You put your hands on his biceps - feeling them quirk at your touch.

He grabs your chin to tip it up, forcing your eye contact, and you keep it dutifully. He searches your face - unable to articulate the sincerity he wants to press into what he will give you next. You know though. You know.

“Damn,” you tease against his jaw. “I knew you’d be the final boss.”

He muffles a laugh - his hands caging in your hips as he stares down at you. It’s not exactly quiet: there’s the thrum of the huge AC unit beside them - the splashing from the pool - the drunk hoots and hollers from indoors. The ping of balls landing in solo cups and Benny’s obvious whoop as he hits dead center.

“Was my idea after all,” he says. “Let’s see how baby did.”

Pope skates his hands beneath the hem of your dress. The fabric is stiff - partially soaked in places and drying with unmentionable things in others. He reaches forward and pushes two fingers deep. Your face flares at the lewd noise of him squelching through the others and your own hot syrup-slick. “Damn - you really held them in there, little one.”

“Well, I always play to win.”

He turns his thumb so he can nudge it against your clit - it’s hard, throbbing - over-sensitive but still Pope treats it all gentle like he knows you’ve been through it.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” he drawls as he slowly pumps his fingers - scissoring and spreading your already swollen pussy. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

He kisses you fiercely - salt-slick tongue dragging across the wet heat of your mouth before he eases back. He blinks at you - girlish lashes fanning over his near-black eyes.

“Turn around,” he grunts. “Let me clean you up, baby.”

“Huh?”

But he’s already forcing you to face the wall - pushing you against it. You hear him drop to his knees and then you feel him shove his face between your legs. His nose digging into your ass as he licks into your pussy from behind. He laps and laps and it’s a shameless thing to do. It makes you squirm until he cracks his palm across your ass to keep you quiet.

“Pope,” you plead - all dizzy and dreamy. “Please.”

You don’t even know what you’re asking for.

Your feet nearly give way, but Santi props you up. His tongue is cool and wet as he dips it between your folds - as he slides it into you and gets you off with a velvet-soft orgasm that makes you flutter. It’s fucking filthy - the way he’s just tasting the mess inside you. It nearly makes you cum again.

“Now,” he hums as he sinks his teeth into the fat of your ass cheek before climbing up your body. “I need to get inside that sweet pussy.”

Santi is good at sex - he really fucking is. Where Will is logical and deliberate and precise about making love to you or delivering climax after bone-shaking climax, Santi is passionate. He is often feral and there is always a tiny bit of violence in it. Nothing you don’t ask for.

Santi fucking likes it when you’re kind of mean - he likes when you talk back and when you match him quip for quip. He likes to know what a challenge you are - how you would only deign to go soft and submissive for him because you let him.

Pretty. Fucking. Baby.

He likes to rub it in when he’s balls deep - when he has you whimpering and begging on his cock.

You wanna cum? You want daddy to make you feel good?

It’s a little absurd. You let Pope do it and in the heat of the moment you respond well - go slack. You admit that you like it when he makes you call him daddy so you can hit your peak. But outside of the bedroom, you cringe - eyeing him up and down and asking did you really fucking say that, you perv.

It always silences him - startles him like you've slapped him out of nowhere.

Of course - it’s just to rev him up. Get him frustrated.

Tonight - you’re just too fucking dead to fight him - to give him sass or be a flustered brat. You let him take the reigns.

He wedges your legs apart before he’s burying himself to the hilt. He doesn’t go slow - doesn’t inch his way in but does it abrupt and almost panicked. It burns. He has a thick cock and it always scrapes its way inside you.  You gasp - your hand flying to his thigh as you momentarily stop him.

“Fuck,” he curses. “You okay? I’m sorry, I -”

“Keep going,” you breathe. “It’s fine, Pope. Just - just go.”

He growls before nipping the back of your throat. He draws himself out until just the head remains - catching on the hole of your pussy before he slams all the way forward. You sob as he screws you into the wall - the stucco creasing your skin with stinging patterns. He pushes his hand beneath your cheek - a tiny reprieve - a reminder that he’s looking out for you.

“Jesus Christ - you filthy little thing,” he hisses into your ear. “You’re so fucking tight for me - you’ve had three other cocks inside you today and you still need me to fuck you open.”

You’re drowning like this - your oxygen depleting with each rough roll of Santi’s hips. His cock puncturing you with each frantic thrust - the fatness of it stretching you open. Your skin hums with violent electricity - your vision circles and blurs to white - to black - to shadows and shapes and Santi’s hand is planted in your hair as he twists your face and breaks you apart in this narrow alley between the party and the quiet street.

His fingertips circle your clit - swift and deliberate. He matches it in time with the jut of his hips - the snap and pound of his unforgiving pace.

He angles himself in such a way that his cock begins to push against something central. The head hits again and again as he pierces that pleasure point with a talented concentration.

“You gonna cum, princesa?” he taunts.”I can feel you clenching up -you get all creamy when you do - gonna make you -”

You lose it - gush all over him as you feel it soak your feet and his cock.

“Shit - shit - you just squirted all over me, honey,” he gasps between the wet slap of his hips.

You know that it must be enough to push Santi to the edge because he fucking whimpers - his body tightening up as he gives you a few more hard thrusts and then goes slack against you - his chin digging into your shoulder.

You can’t hear very well - your whole body is shuddering as you shiver underneath his weight. You’re cold. Your cunt hurts. You can’t stop shaking.

“Calm down,” he demands - voice hushed and kind. He gently turns you around - his hands still locked to your waist before he lifts them up to cradle your jaw. “Just breathe, baby.”

There’s a moment of silence - a beat as you try to get yourself together. You could sleep for a week. Santi shrugs out of his jacket before wrapping it around you - his expression still etched with worry. He ducks his head - chewing on his lip before his gaze meets yours. “Did I go too hard?”

“No,” you assure him. “Just - just a little overwhelmed.”

You sometimes wonder if this situation is doomed. You’re being split four ways - torn between them. But it’s not like you’re the only person getting fucked here. You know Frankie and Benny have their moments. You know about Fish and Pope too and then Will who has told you - in the pleasant safe darkness of his bed about the rest.

You think it over - turning it in your hands - pressing your cheek to it - your lips and tongue. The five of you are larger-than-life people who meet death on a regular basis - maybe this just shouldn’t be weird or complicated. Maybe - it just is.

Perhaps it would always be like this - dark eyes following you around. Their bodies catching to you like shadows - like they’d stitch themselves to the soles of your heels. It makes you think of Peter Pan and none of you would ever grow up or grow out of this. It just would be yours and who knows maybe you’d pop out one kid for each of them. Maybe they’d all move to an isolated island and play at house. Maybe...maybe...maybe...

Pope wraps his arms around your neck - the smell of his aftershave pungent in your nose as you curl your fingers into the back of his shirt. You inhale. There’s the heavy drip of spend down your thighs - your sex rubbed raw and still you hunger for them like nothing else.

It works. It does. At least - for now.

There’s a crack - a splitting boom. You glance up - past Santi’s startled expression to see the explosion of light - petals of spilling color burning up the sky - fireworks.

First and foremost, a huge thank you @tibbietibbs for making this wonderful moodboard for my fic. I hope my story is a least somewhat good in comparison.

A Little Help

Rating: Explicit 18+ NSFW

Words: 6k

Summary

Boba gently grabbed your arms, the rough leather of his gloves setting your skin aflame, “How do you want us to help you, little one?” his voice deep and commanding.

“Both of you,” you moan, “I want both of you, t-to help me” you let out a louder cry as your core tightened around nothing, your body reacting from your words alone. You felt your cheeks flush from embarrassment as you stared at the two mandalorians before you.

Tags/Warnings: Sex Pollen, Consensual sex after exposure to sex pollen, MMF, slight MM, PinV, Unprotected Sex, Slight degrading talk,

A/N: Thank you for everyone's support. I had this scenario playing in my head for a while and figured I would get these lovely thoughts in writing. I mean, who doesn't fantasize about these two sexy bucket-heads?

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You had messed up badly, like you were prone to being a bit of a klutz but this time was bad. You were currently on the floor of your room that you and Din had shared since coming aboard the Slave I, your pants and chest binding on the floor as you shook in just a long shirt and very wet pair of panties. Your body tingled all over, everytime your shirt rubbed against your hardened nipples it sent your core into a throbbing frenzy.

Early today, you had gone into town, much against the orders of both Boba and Din but you were going crazy on the ship. You hadn’t planned on staying out long, just grab a few things for your two favourite bucket heads to enjoy and that was it. It wasn’t your fault that you could never say no to sweet smelly things and turn down a smile from a Twi’lek as she offered you a new blended tea.

“The flowers are from the farest parts of the galaxy,” she told you as she offered you another cup.

“It is extremely difficult to find and very sought after.”

You could see why, it was delicious and the flowers turned the water a beautiful dark pink, something you had never seen before.

Walking back to the ship your body started to warm up as the lightest touches from the breeze were making you shiver. Your mind was already on Din and Boba and what you were going to cook for them for the evening. Thoughts of them turned to images of their hands groping you underneath your shit. One of them shedding you of your pants as they would slam you onto the table and take turns claiming you.

“What is wrong with me?” you groaned as you stumbled back into the ship. “Maybe I just need a nap.” Your purchases laid forgotten in the hallway of the ship as you went to lie down.

As the day progressed,the nap hardly worked, your fantasies became worse. You tried to soothe the ache by getting yourself off but it only seemed to fuel the fire inside of you. You leaned your sweat drenched forehead against the cool metal walls. You could no longer control your whimpers as you moaned Din and Boba’s name as you kept coming undone.

This was how the two mandalorians found you. They had returned early and were immediately concerned when they saw the food thrown on the floor and heard your loud whimpers through the door.

“Mesh’la what happened?” Din was the first one to find you, as you were leaning up against the wall.

You looked up at him, your body glistening with sweat, as you had your hand down your panties.

“Din, s-something is happening to me. Everything is so warm.”

You hit your head against the wall frustrated as you felt another build up as you tried to ignore it. With weak legs you stood up and immediately fell into Din’s arms, moaning out a ‘yes’ when you felt your body against the cool beskar.

Boba was right next to Din, “What did you do in town?” he demanded, the rich deep baritone of his voice went straight to your core.

“I-I went to pick up something for dinner tonight and I had some tea,” you looked up at Din embarrassed, as you peeled yourself off of him, leaning against the door frame.

You couldn’t bear to look Boba in the eyes as you answered, you rarely saw Boba without his helmet but when he was it was always a beautiful sight. His brown eyes were still young and filled with wonder while his body told another story. You knew at this moment though he was quite mad at you.

Boba roughly grabbed your chin to force you to look up “What kind of tea?”

“I, I don’t know. The Twi’lek she gave it t-to me. It was pink and really sweet. It was really gooooddd.” you emphasized the last word as your clouded brain realized how close he was to you.

“Dank Farrik!”

“What is wrong?” Din asked, concerned.

“It seems like our little one has gone out and gotten herself drugged.”

You gasped, insulted by the accusation “I did not! I didn't take anything...I swear!”

“Oh but you did. I know exactly what kind of floral tea you are talking about. You stupid girl, I told you not to go into town on this backwater planet.”

Boba’s words hurt you, like really hurt you. Why did you care what he said or thought? You never did before.

You tried to swallow your tears as you looked up at him.

“You were given a very potent aphrodisiac,” Boba spoke a little calmer as he took pity on you as you pathetically tried to stand upright, ““I’ve seen this before with the workers in brothels when they were forced upon disgusting clients.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you fumbled, teetering between pleasure and embarrassment, “i didn’t know,” you whimpered.

Boba sighed, stroking your hair, you cooed as you leaned into his touch, his warm hand was soothing the ache slightly,

“I know, princess.”

“How do we help her?” Din chimed in.

“The only way to lessen the effects of the drug is for her to have it fucked out of her”

Boba was a true poet. Din choked, “E-excuse me?”

“Whoever takes this drug or pollen, if you will, becomes unable to control their physical desires, it will be extremely painful if that release is not sought.”

“No,it can’t be that bad!” you gasped, clinging onto the door frame, ”I’ll be ok. I just need to sleep it off.”

“Princess, I’ve seen the effects this pollen has on people who don’t have their needs met,” Boba walked closer to you as did Din. You could swear you could feel the heat of both their bodies near you. You bit your lip, as you tried not to look at them, paying attention to their gloved hands. An image of them trailing their hands all over you as they whispered words of praise in your ears. You slid your hand over your sensitive breast and down to your panties.

“It hurts. Din, Boba, I am sorry it hurts so much.” you never knew that this kind of pleasure could become so painful. Every nerve ending on your body was working in overdrive, demanding to be touched.

“Can you help me?”

Din stuttered under his helmet, he sounded so cute right now, “H-help, I am not-”

“We can help you little one, but I need you to tell us that you mean it.” Boba gently grabbed your arms, the rough leather of his gloves setting your skin aflame. “We will not do anything unless we have your consent, we cannot take advantage of you like that.

Your chest swelled, who knew Boba would care enough about you like that. You and Din had joined Boba when you were both at your lowest. The child had been taken and he took you aboard to help you find him. Fast forward to Grogu now being with the Jedi and Din not sure how take being the ruler of Mandalore, you two would join Boba on some of his hunts to get a sense of some weird normalcy.

“I...I want it,” you palmed your face, hiding your shame,

Boba gently grabbed your arms, the rough leather of his gloves setting your skin aflame, “Is that the pollen talking or you, sweetheart.?” his voice deep and commanding.

“Me,” you mumbled, “I’ve...I’ve wanted both of you for some time.” You took in a deep breath as you looked up at the two bucket-heads, “You two are very important to me,” you confessed, tears once again threatening to fall. Gods you were a mess.

“You are clearly important to us both, princess.” Boba took over, looking at Din, “And it isn’t like we haven’t discussed it before?” He grinned at you, winking.

“Mesh’la…” Din started

Boba was rubbing his hands over your arms, you purred slightly as the ache became more bearable.

You squealed, covering your eyes. Flashbacks of you three after a long night of drinking spotchka, you letting your walls come down as you would openly flirt with both, Din and Boba playing along. The night would always end with you in either one of their beds but like true gentlemen.

“Now, what do you want?” he demanded again.

“Both of you,” you moan, “I want both of you, t-to help me” you let out a louder cry as your core tightened around nothing, your body reacting from your words alone. You felt your cheeks flush more from embarrassment.

“Cyar'ika I need to hear you say it,again” Boba gripped your chin as you clenched your thighs together trying to lessen the ache, “Do you want us both to take care of you?” You could see a glint of arousal in his eyes as he looked down at you.

You quickly looked at Din, your eyes trying to read his body language. All coherent thought was gone, all you wanted right now was them out of their armour and on you.

You noticed the familiar motion of him adjusting the front of his flight suit

“Yes…” you whimpered,

“Yes what, sweetie?” Din growled, gripping your thigh, kneading your soft flesh.

“Yes, please!” you cried, your body shaking. You felt yourself heating up, you knew your panties were definitely ruined at this point, the pollen working it’s magic on you.

“Get on the bed. Now.” Boba ordered, shoving you towards your cot.

Your legs couldn’t make you move fast enough as you settled on the bed, leaning on your elbows for leverage.

“I believe these are in the way, sweetie.” Boba stated as he forced the long shirt off of you and pulled your panties down. He couldn’t help but grin when he saw the string of your wetness clinging to your panties as he removed them.

You were completely vulnerable and naked in front of the two armoured mandalorians.

Boba and Din took a moment to soak up the sight before them. Your skin was flushed, breasts perkier and nipples more erect than before and the glistening wetness between your legs, all for their eyes to see.

Boba’s mouth was the first on you. His kiss was dominant and passionate. You cupped his face feeling the rough scars along his skin, moaning enjoying the first tastes of him.

Boba stopped the kiss, smiling at you, “I believe this is going to be fun for all of us, don’t you think, little one?”

He kissed along your neck, down to your chest before taking a nipple in his mouth, twirling his tongue around the nib.

Din had finally removed his helmet and was on the other side of you claiming your other bud.

All you could do was watch both men suckle on you, as you felt one of their hands trail to your core rubbing your wetness on the outside of your lips and stroking your clit.

Your senses went into overdrive. “There! Yes!”

Boba released your bud, he grabbed Din’s hand and placed it on the one that wasn't in his mouth. He looked up at you without a word as he slid down between your legs.

“If you like my mouth before,” he took a long lick at your core, “Let’s see how you find this?”

You yelled when you felt his lips around your clit. His lips were a little rough from being out in the sun all the time but Maker, his tongue. His tongue was warm and so wet as he licked your folds.

Din’s mouth had trailed up to your neck at this point, he had left a few marks already as his mouth grabbed your earlobe, “I bet you taste delicious, hrm?”

You smirked at him, catching his lips with yours. You had one hand on Boba’s head, trying to push him closer to you as his tongue teased at your opening.

“You know. I-I’ve never done that before,” Din said sheepishly.

Boba stopped immediately much to your displeasure, he ignored your pleading nooooo.

He didn’t leave you entirely empty as he kept his fingers on you, “We are changing that immediately, Din. The ruler of Mandalore cannot know how, especially if she is going to be your riduur.”

“What! No, guys come on,” you moaned, “Please stop teasing each other.”

“It-it is true,” Din whispered, “Boba and I talked about it, there really isn’t anyone that could compare to you.”

You felt your chest tighten, as you smiled, cupping his face running your hands along his stubble. “I feel the same about both of-”

“Din, get over here and eat this poor girl out.”

“Din...your tongue is so soft,” you arched, gripping his curls as he continues to lick your clit. “Fuck, we should’ve done this a long time ago.”

Din quickly settled next to Boba as his head was now between your thighs. Your breathing increased as you felt his warm breath teasing you wetness. With his eyes on you, he brought his mouth to your folds, his tongue experimenting with this new softness and taste.

You allowed him to take his time as he explored every part of you and finally reached your clit, stroking the red bud.

You felt Din smirk against your inner thigh, his stubble slightly tickling you.

“She isn’t going to break,” Boba instructed as he stroked your clit when Din had stopped,

“You don’t want to keep her on edge all evening.” He looked up at you with a small smirk, “That will be for another time.”

You rolled your head back, pushing your hips closer towards them.

“Experiment, our lovely princess is clearly enjoying what you are doing.”

Din looked up at you as his mouth encircled your clit again as he interested two fingers inside of you as Boba had done prior. His fingers were just as rough and his movements were greedy.

“Fuck...Din, you look so…” you gripped his hair again as you felt his fingers brush up against that sweet spot that Boba had found before.

You gasped feeling the cold beskar of Boba’s armour against your back as he laid you against him.

“How is he doing?” Boba whispered in your ear, nipping your lobe roughly. His hands were cupping your heavy breasts, one hand playfully tugging on your nipple. “Are you enjoying us playing with you?” He nipped at your neck leaving a nice red mark.

Between Boba’s touches and Din’s mouth on your cunt you quickly felt your first climax quickly approaching.

You tried to suppress a moan, nodding your head. Boba gripped your hair, exposing your neck to him more. Din’s nose had roughly bumped your clit and your core felt fuller as he tested a third finger.

“Oh no, little one,” snarled Boba “You are going to let us know loud and clear how we are making you feel.” he nipped your neck again, “Understand?”

The pain from the hair pull and Din not letting up, your toes started to curl and if it weren’t for Din holding you down you would have raised your hips. “Oh god...Yes! Yes!”

Your grip on Din tightened as your other arm was wrapped around Boba’s neck as you came.

Your core clamped down on Din’s fingers as your body spasmed. Din did not relent as Boba cooed in your ear on how much a good girl you had been for finally coming.

You whimpered and twitched as Din continued to overstimulate you. After one final lick, he finally crawled up to you, his chin and lips wet from your juices, “You were beautiful, cyar'ika,” He then kissed you roughly as you tasted yourself on your lips.

“I do believe we are wearing too much,” announced Boba. Din pulled away, kissing down your body as he got off the foot of the bed. You collapsed on the pillows as Boba left you as well.

You giggled as you watched both Mandalorians remove their armour in almost identical fashion. They slowly started to expose more of themselves. Din was slightly taller, as Boba was wider. Both were covered in various scars and cuts and you couldn’t wait to kiss each one of them.

Once placing their armour, they turned around to look at you, your legs were splayed open, two fingers in your cunt. The pollen had clearly not let up at all and your body needed another release quickly.

You grinned widely and moaned as you admired both naked men before you. Their cocks already erect and weeping; Din’s was slightly longer while Boba’s was definitely wider. Your mouth watered at the idea of tasting both of them.

“See something you like, little one?” teased Boba. You grinned as you got on your hands and knees crawling before them. Sitting on your feet you used both hands to grasp both their cocks. Your visual assessment was correct as you felt both of them in your hand. You stroked them, lubricating their cocks with their own precum that dripped from their weeping heads.

You had not forgotten about Boba as you continued to stroke his cock.

“This is about you, mesh’la,” groaned Din as he tried to remain composed, “We are here to make you feel good.”

“I want this,” you said confidently, you leaned over to Din, looking up at him as you kissed the swollen head, “I want to see you both come undone all because of this sweet mouth you tell me that you love so much.” Your eyes remained on him as you took him in your mouth. You were not able to fully swallow Din immediately, but you sure as hell tried..

Din moaned,playing with your hair, “Fuck, ngh, your mouth. Yes, right there!” he jerked his hips forward as your tongue stroked under his shaft. The motion of his hips caused you to gag as the head of his cock buried in your throat.

“What a good little cocksucker she is,” Boba praised as he watched your cheeks hollowed, sucking on Din harder, “Such a good little slut, making sure we are taken care of.”

He gripped your hair and pulled you off of Din’s cock, “My turn.”

You whimpered as he guided you to his cock, forcing the head through your lips. Your mouth ached from adjusting to his wide girth, as Boba chose the pace. He was much rougher than Din, you felt your cunt juices trickle down your leg as he picked up the pace.

“Careful,” groaned Din, as he had his first wrapped around his cock, stroking himself as he watched your mouth get used.

“She will let me know,” Boba breathed, forcing you to look up at him, “Won’t you pretty girl?” You tried to nod your head as drool dribbled down your chin, your eyes welling and your throat trying hard not to gag again. You did not plan on stopping anytime soon, you didn’t want to disappoint the famous Boba Fett.

Feeling guilty about Din, you sloppily tried to grab at his cock but Boba slapped your hand away,

“I’ve got him, princess.” Your eyes widened as Boba’s hand encircled Din’s length and started to stroke his shaft vigorously. Din’s hips stuttered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as his thrusts tried to match Boba’s strokes. He looked at Boba with a heated gaze, “Boba, what-”

“You aren’t too hard on the eyes yourself, Mando,” Boba cheekily stated, your mouth still not forgotten as he lazily dragged his cock into your mouth. Your hand was now between your thighs as you plunged two fingers into your folds as you watched the arousing scene in front of you.

Boba heard you moan as he removed you from his rod, “Little one, you will not be taking care of yourself tonight or any other night for that matter.”

You were looking up at him, hair sticking to your forehead, mouth sore but lips plump from the abuse.

“Turn around. Hands and knees.”

Your head was cloudy as your body began to burn up. Boba denying you another orgasm was not helping your plight. Your body shook as you held yourself in the position he demanded.

Boba was already behind you, he stroked the swell of your ass, his fingers brushing against your entrance.

“I am going first, princess.” he slapped your ass, emitting a yelp from you.

“What do you say, cyar'ika?,” Din cooed as he stroked along your back before settling on the bed, his legs at the sides of your arms. He hooked your chin and roughly kissed you. This kiss was possessive, like he owned you and laid claim to you. You weren’t sure if it was the pollen playing tricks on you but Din was becoming more forceful as the night wore on. You cried when he pulled away. He squeezed your cheeks, waiting for an answer.

“Well?”

You panted as you turned to look at Boba, the bulbous head of his cock prodding at your entrance. “Please Boba, fuck me.”

Boba slid in a little further, you gasped feeling your walls already stretching to accommodate him

“I think you can ask better than that,” He slowly pulled you, you tried to reach back for him to keep him close to you. Your chest squeezed from the immense arousal you were feeling.

“Please fill me with your cock,” you urged, wiggling your hips, your ass jiggling. “Make this pussy yours.”

“Oh darling,” Boba pushed halfway in, your breath hitching quickly trying to adjust to his girth. “I fully intend to.” He bottomed out into you. His pubic mound resting on your ass. You cried out when you felt the throb of his cock. “What a perfect fit.”

Boba’s thrusts were gentle and slow at first to help you adjust to his size but you knew Boba’s gentle side didn’t stay around for long. With bruising strength he grabbed your hips and proceeded to pound into you.

You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore as you collapsed onto Din, you were weeping loudly with every harsh thrust. You were on a fine line between pain and pleasure and Boba knew how to keep you there.

“Look at you,” Din cooed, stroking your hair, his other hand stroking his weeping cock, “Taking his cock so well, how does he feel?”

“What don’t you find out for yourself later, Din?”

You inhaled sharply as your cunt tightened around him more, pulling him towards the depths of your core as the sinful images flashed before your eyes.

“Well, well Din. Our little innocent princess has a very dark and dirty side, don’t you?” He playfully smacked your ass as you sobbed into Din’s thigh.

“Din, I-I’m. No-”

Din shushed you, stroking your cheek, “It is ok, I know how you can make it up to us,” he then guided your mouth to his shimmering cock. You greedily licked the tip as you tried to shove his entire length into your mouth. You were a moaning, wet mess. The vibrations from your moans sent shivers up Din’s back as he had to stop you multiple times so as to not finish in your mouth.

“Such a good slut for us. Taking both of our cocks so well.” Din would kill anyone who would bring pain unto you but seeing you an incoherent mess, while Boba used you as he pleased, was stirring something inside of him that he wanted to release unto you.

You were close, so close. You pushed yourself back up, turning to look at Boba. His eyes were on you, the sounds coming from your actions were dirty and raw and you never wanted it to stop.

“Boba, I am close, so close.”

“Cum sweetie, let me feel you come undone around my cock.”

The mix of Boba hitting that very special spot inside of you and his filthy words sent him over the edge as you cried out his name. You trembled around him, your vision becoming white as you experienced one of the hardest climaxes of your life.

“That’s our good, little one,” Boba’s thrusts were becoming more erratic as he was reaching his peak as well, “Where do you want my seed, princess?”

“Inside,” you croaked, “I want you to fill me up.”

You looked down at Din who was currently playing with your breasts as he trailed wet kisses on any part of you he could reach.

Boba let out a loud grunt as stilled inside of you, ropes of his seeds coating your walls.

“Din, oh fuck! Boba you’re filling me up hgnnn” your body was bursting with a surprise climax as you collapsed into Din’s arms.

He cradled you as you took all that Boba had to offer. Boba remained inside you, feeling the mixture of your juices start to flow out. Slowly pulling out and keeping your ass up high, he took two fingers and pushed his release back into you.

You groaned, your body sore but it still screamed for you to continue.

“Suck.” demanded Boba as he shoved his fingers in your mouth forcing you to taste yourself mixed with his seed. You hummed in pleasure as you licked his fingers cleaned, all the while staring up at Din as you were still in his lap.

Din was breathing just as heavy as you were; you just wanted to take care of him and make him feel good. A sinful thought crossed your mind as you released Boba’s fingers with a ‘pop’ you immediately went to kiss Din. Your tongues dancing as you wanted Din to have a taste for himself.

All throughout Boba did not let his hands off of, rubbing small circles on your back,

“Little one, I believe it is Din’s turn to take care of you, hrm?”

You released your lips from Din’s as you looked into his soft brown eyes. You saw the same spark you saw when you first looked into them but something was also very different. His pupils were blown out and darker, as he started at your post orgasmic face and body.

“Din, please, I need to feel you too. I don’t want to stop.”

Din smirked and patted your cheek, “On your back, sweet heart, I want to see you as I wreck this pussy of yours.”

Din and Boba had switched positions as you were turned onto your back. You were nestled between Boba’s legs, body flushed against his as Din took his place in front of you. He forced your legs open as he admired your red swollen lips and the bud of your clit. He continued up your body to your breasts which Boba was currently cupping, rolling your hardened peaks between his fingers as he whispered dirty nothing in your ears.

All the while you were squirming looking at Din, your eyes begging him to take you as you parted your legs even wider.

Din didn’t wait any further as he aligned himself at your entrance and with one smooth thrust was fully sheathed inside of you.

You both moaned together at the sensation of your bodies throbbed in unison. You instinctively grasped Din’s arms as you felt him reach your depths. He knew you were well prepared as he instantly started a rough rhythm of thrusts.

“So good,” he moaned as he pulled your hips closer to him, “Still so tight for me, taking me so well, baby.”

You cried out, as you tried to mirror his movements.

“Aren’t we lucky, Din?” Boba asked, kissing the crown of your head. “Come on mesh’la i know you can take him even deeper.”

With his strong arms, he hooked his hands under your knees and pulled your bent legs to your chest, opening yourself more for Din.

“Oh fuck,” you cried, “I can’t! I can’t!” The new position was delicious, Din was able to settle even closer to you, his body rubbing against your clit with each deepened thrust.

Boba held you down as you started to shake and squirm, partially trying to run away from the absurd amount of pleasure you were feeling. You screamed Din’s name as you came violently, you felt a new wave of wetness that you never felt before as you coated Din’s lower body.

You covered your face, sobbing, embarrassed from what just transpired. Din noticed and couldn’t help but laugh, “Oh sweetie, I didn’t know I was that good.” his fingers wiping up a bit of the mess you made.

He leaned down to capture your lips with his as you continued to quietly sob. The mix of embarrassment and fiery lust that pollen was still forcing upon you was too much.

Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours, stroking away the tears, “You have no idea how beautiful you look right now,” he sighed as he recommenced his movements.

You nearly screamed as he continued his rhythm. One of Boba’s hands was still on your breast as the other had cupped Din’s chin, forcing to look up at him, “Doesn’t her pussy feel wonderful? The way she just grips your cock and tries to milk every last drop out of you.”

Din grunted and nodded, as he allowed Boba to manhandle him. Boba pulled him into a kiss, as he twisted your nipple. You heard Din’s breath hitch as his movements stuttered. You watched this as you were below both men.

Boba was clearly in control as he was now gripping Din’s hair deepening the kiss. You could hear both their moans over the blood pounding in your ears.

“Fuck...that’s hot,” you stated as you felt your climax approaching again.

They broke the kiss to look down at you, Boba grinning like he had won some secret bet,

“Don’t worry, princess, this is still about you. Din, make her cum like she did before.”

Din didn’t need to be told twice as he increased his pace. It wasn’t long until you were crying out again, squirting over his thighs as he called out your name, bottoming out and cumming deeply inside of you.

All three of you took a moment as you took in the feeling of Din’s cum inside you, Boba’s warm, large body against you. You felt his hardness once again against your back. You truly died and had gone to heaven.

The moment quickly passed as you felt the familiar ache as waves of arousal crashed down on you.

“It still hurts, like nothing helps?” you sobbed, grinding your thighs together.

You didn’t know how much longer they could go on or how much more you could take.

“I want both of you inside me.” you announced. Din looked at you confused, as Boba chuckled.

“Are you sure, baby?”

You groaned, rubbing your body against him as you covered your face “Ivebeenwantingitforawhile.” you blurted out.

“Oh sweetie, all you had to do was ask.”

Boba looked up at Din as he finally understood what you were asking. “If you don’t mind Din, you may want to be the first to take her like this.”

Boba forced you to move as you were now straddling his hips. Boba took this moment to fully take you in. Your eyes were wet from the tears that had fallen, your lips were plump and red and you were still breathing heavily from the last orgasm. He stroked your face, “Beautiful,” was all he said as he readjusted our position.

“Now, let’s get you ready hrm?”

You nodded as you aligned yourself along Boba’s hardened member as you easily slid over him, cursing his name as you did so.

“I-I am not sure.” Din stroked your back as he looked a little lost.

Boba grabbed Din’s hand and stuck two of his fingers in his mouth. You rocked against Boba as you watched his tongue wrap around Din’s fingers as he shifted his focus between Din and you.

With a loud pop, he guided Din’s hand to your lower back and at the entrance, “This should work, open her up.”

You gasped when you felt Din’s wet finger push through your opening. The initial feeling was a little painful but when Din started working you, you began to feel a sense of fullness you never felt before.

“Oh fuck, this is good,” you cursed, still rocking your hips slowly. “Din, just slow down a little...nghh more…”

Din pushed another finger through your ringed entrance.

“Oh sweetie, I can’t believe you were playing this innocent act this whole time and look at you now.” growled Boba as he slowly moved against you,“All you really wanted was to have your holes filled by our cocks. Isn’t that it?”

You bit your lip to the point where it bled, trying to suppress another scream.

“I think she is ready, don’t you Mando?” Boba stated as he was trying so hard not to just thrust up into you and started fucking you without giving Mando any time to enter you.

Din placed his legs outside of Boba’s as he was flushed against your back, “I am going to go slowly, ok? You tell us when you stop when you need you, understand?” You nodded quickly as all you wanted was to fill the fullness of Din inside you.

You moaned loudly when his head pushed through you. Boba was currently stroking your clit trying to have you focus on the pleasure of his hands.

You cried out when Din was halfway, collapsing on Boba who instantly wrapped his arms around you, shushing you, “You are doing so well, baby girl. Almost there, then we will make you feel amazing.”

“Fuck, you are so tight!” Din praised as he settled inside of you, waiting for your permission to move.

You were clinging onto Boba’s shoulders as you adjusted to the new sensation.

“I’m ok,” you whimpered, “I want you both to move.”

The first movements were sloppy and erratic as Boba and Din finally found their momentum.

You had never felt so full. You could feel both their cocks moving inside of you and it was heaven. They were both dragging their cocks out and slamming back into you.

“Fuck, don't stop. Use me. Please, I am yours!” you confessed as your climax was once again approaching

“Fuck Boba, I can’...I can feel you through-”

“Isn’t it amazing, Mando? Even with our little one being so needy so is making sure we feel just as good.”

“Boba...Din, I think I am going to cum. Please finish with me.”

Boba pulled you closer as he started to ram into you, Din leaned forward to increase his pace. You noticed for a split second you saw that with one hand, he grabbed Boba’s hand. You smiled lovingly as you nearly reached your peak.

“I am so close...I can’t….hold itttt!!!” you cried out as squeezed around both men inside of you as you reached your peak.

Almost in unison you heard Boba and Din grunt your name as the both painted your insides white. You groaned at the new feeling of fullness that they were able to achieve within you.

You collapsed against Boba, with Din on top of you. All three of you were a sweaty, panting wet mess. With that though you had noticed that the pain had finally subsided.

“Thank you,” you sobbed, as you kissed Boba’s chest and tried to turn around to get to Din.

Boba squeezed your thigh, “It is us who should be thanking you, princess.”

“We are just happy that we could make you feel so good,” Din said as he slowly slid out of you as he watched his seed leak out.

Boba gently lifted you up and laid you down next to him, “Wait here princess.”

Him and Din went to the freshers with a damp rag and a glass of water for you. Boba gently cleaned you up as Din helped you drink.

You laid back down, grinning from ear to ear from the afterglow of it all.

“Well you...two stay with me?” you asked, as you were already starting to doze off.

Boba was the first to enter the bed, pulling you close against him, “Always, princess.”

Din had dimmed the lights as he laid on the other side, wrapping an arm around your waist. You felt warm and safe with both boys surrounding and holding you. “As long as you will have us.”

You smiled at both of them thanking them with a long deep kiss before settling back into the pillows “Good, well expect to be here a long time,” you yawned, “Forever is kinda a long time.”

You felt the vibrations of laughter from both men as you finally fell asleep. The final feeling you felt was them kissing the top of your head, with words of promises that they will always be there for you lulling you into dreamland.

Tailor’s Masterlist

Updated 01/17/2021

Star Wars

Paz Vizsla

Din Djarin

Boba Fett

Captain Rex

Death Watch Mandalorian

Armorer

Bo-Katan Kryze

OCs/Everyone Else/Extras (You’ll find Axe Woves, Koska Reeves, and other background characters here.)

Other PP Characters (Max Phillips and Oberyn Martell for now.)

Star Trek

Spock

Sarek/Amanda

Y/N: Okay, so, are we fighting or are we flirting? Because I’m getting some mixed signals here.

Boba Fett: … My hands are literally around your throat right now.

Y/N: That doesn’t answer my question.

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