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Cal Kenobi aka the white Fett
Boba: If my dad asks you where I am, I’m on base
Cal: alrighty
Cal: wait can’t he figure out if you’re lying
Cal: he knows people
Boba: Not worried about it, he’s too busy
Cal: okay, have fun with your babes ;)
Cobb’s apartment was located just off campus, perched above the college bars but hidden in the collection of buildings. Boba had to duck into an alleyway to reach the entrance, then climb up the world’s steepest stairs made of creaking and rotting wood. Then slink down the dark hallways before struggling with the spare keys and shoving the door open. The inside was better than the outside, or at least it usually was.
Boba’s nose crinkled as he stood at the entrance, toeing his shoes off and surveying the room. His eyes passed over the kitchen, eyeing the plates piled in the sink and the packages across the counter. Burnt pasta tickled his nose as he stepped further into the room, stopping to sweep his feet around a stray can that had fallen. Finally, he managed his way into the room, gripping onto the fridge’s handle and taking a breath.
In the background, Boba could make out the sounds of a video game. Soft music played with the occasional gunfire or scream, all while his boyfriend talked over it to whoever was watching his stream. It took a moment to recognize the sounds of Resident Evil 2, something that he hadn’t gotten the chance to play yet.
Maybe he could convince Cobb to let him play later.
Boba couldn’t exactly blame Cobb for not cleaning up the mess. The beta had spent the last three days pulling twelve-hour shifts, the day before struggling through his final midterms. Today was his first day off, he probably hadn’t had the energy to even look at everything yet.
It was also the first day that they could all hangout together. Fennec and he had permission to leave the base for the night, a rare occurrence and a welcome one.
Either way, looking at the mess was making Boba queasy, his stomach curling backward and his mind itching. He looked away and tried to push it out of his mind.
He yanked a Red Bull out of the fridge and darted out of the kitchen, taking refuge in the living room. Cobb had set up his gaming corner beside the TV, closest to the far wall. The dark green couch sat behind him, spreading across the space with the wonky gray coffee table that didn’t match the tanned walls.
Nothing in the apartment matched actually, but that was the beauty of it. College aged kids didn’t have a lot of money to work with, sometimes the only option for furniture were the discarded pieces alongside the road. Cobb had become the master at finding knick-knacks like that, but Boba was sure half of it was won gambling.
Not that he could prove that.
As he shuffled further into the room, his mind tracked the messes again. It was definitely cleaner than the kitchen, but a few soda cans hogged the side of the table with a layer of dust. One of the couch’s blankets draped across the floor, catching whatever unswept mess had gathered in the past few days.
At the same time, Cobb shifted in his chair and looked over. A smile graced his face within seconds, eyes lighting up and a soft smell of mint filtering through the air. It was faint, but steadily growing as Boba grew closer.
“I’m almost done,” Cobb said, “I’ll just finish up soon and…”
Boba scoffed, taking one glance at the screen before looking back to his boyfriend. “Take your time.”
“You sure?” Cobb’s eyes grew wider, as if imitating one of the dogs next door.
How was he supposed to say no to that?
“I’m sure, I’ll just watch you play.”
Cobb’s smile grew as he turned back to his screen, characters beginning to move again. The music picked up and Boba turned away, letting himself flop onto the couch. He twisted in the material, dragging the blanket over him, and popping open his Red Bull.
The itch at the back of his mind returned, drawing his eyes back to the huddling cans, back to the dust, back to the floors. His insides curled, the itch growing stronger, and suddenly it hit him; his instincts were clawing at him.
Growing up an omega hadn’t been easy for Boba.
His mother, an omega that he had never met, had given him up the moment that she could. She left nothing to him but his existence, strands of DNA that he couldn’t see in himself. His father, an alpha, had taken him in and raised him as best he could, taking on extra hours and bouncing around from place to place to sustain them both.
Jango Fett took on the world to raise his son.
Boba Fett would never be like his father, because he wasn’t born an alpha.
The urge to shove his instincts deep down roared its head, screaming at him to ignore the messes around him, to ignore the dust and cans covering his home.
Home.
He didn’t know when he had started to view Cobb’s apartment home.
The world lurched and he was sitting up, downing the Red Bull in a few gulps. The other can collected in his arms as he kicked the blanket away and stood to his feet. His feet carried him across the apartment, plucking up more cans and papers. Then he dropped them into the recycling bin, sending a rattling echoing across the walls.
Heat simmered under his skin as he spun around and glared at the counter. The sticky plastic stared at him as he yanked the packages off, breaking them down and tossing them into the corner.
The dishes laughed at him as he started the water and dug under the sink for the soap. His mind reeled as he stepped back and instincts screamed at him, closing in on his throat like a clawed creature hell-bent on strangling him. But he pushed forward and doused the dishes with soap, before throwing himself at scrubbing them clean.
There had been positive omega influences in his life, but he had never gotten to learn from them in the way they were able to learn from each other. His uncle Fox learned from his mother, a long time before Boba was born, and his half-brother Cal had learned from his own father, Obi-Wan. The three of them had done their best to help him, he knew that… but some things still got the better of him.
He had never learned how to deep clean a house, how to make a nest for more than one person, or how to cook anything beyond family recipes. It was a miracle that he even survived as an omega, because he was horrible at it. Maybe if he had tried harder growing up, he wouldn’t be such a failure now. Maybe if he hadn’t pushed everyone away, he’d feel better about asking them for help.
Instead, he tried his best.
Boba ripped the cushions from the couch, shaking away the crumbs and dust before tossing them aside. He wiped down the counters and tables until his nose burnt from the cleaner. Then he turned his sight on the vacuum, and then on the fridge, and then on the curtains. Everything irked him, hissing white fire into his soul and ripping at his eyes.
Everything smelled wrong, it was all wrong.
The floor was vacuumed but it was wrong; he needed to clean it, to wash it, or something.
And the blanket needed to be washed and replaced with a clean one, but the moment he opened the closest the smell of dust and stagnant air hit his nose.
It all just kept piling up.
“Boba.” Cobb’s voice jolted him out of his head. “Are you alright?”
He hadn’t even noticed the beta wasn’t playing his video game anymore.
“I…” Boba pulled away from the closest, squeezing his hands tight. “I’m fine.”
Cobb’s eyes tracked him, trailing up his face before raising an eyebrow. “Right.”
Boba looked away from him, taking in the disarray of the apartment, and felt a spike of anger deep in his chest. “I’m cleaning.”
“You’re doing a good job too,” Cobb said immediately.
You’re doing a good job too.
Doing a good job.
A good job.
Good job.
Tears burst out of his eyes before he could stop them, his throat squeezing tight and his shoulders lurching upward. Alarm spiked in the air from Cobb’s scent, the beta darting forward and wrapping arms around him tight. Chocolate mixed with mint, spiced with something else, blanketed around him and a sob wracked out of his throat.
His head fell onto Cobb’s shoulder, taking a deep shuddering breath, and his arms circled around the beta.
“Give me a second,” Boba gasped.
Cobb hummed, “Can I help you clean? I promise that I’m a good little helper.”
“Yeah, you can start by putting your fucking dishes away,” Boba grumbled.
“Can do, omega.” Cobb raised a hand, pulling Boba’s head closer to his neck, toward his scent gland. Happiness flooded Boba’s nose, warm as hot chocolate and soft as a feather.
Boba’s heart flipped.
If there was one thing about Cobb, it was that Boba could never describe his scent in a few words. It was like he could take on any quality and make it his own, using it like a tool to fool everyone or to communicate when he didn’t have words. It was ridiculously charming, Boba hated it.
“I don’t think we’ll finish before Fennec gets here,” Cobb said.
A different kind of heat circled in his stomach, something that had him scoffing at the man. “Get your ass into gear then, Vanth.”
He pulled away from his boyfriend and wiped the tears from his eyes, squinting his nose and looking around. His shoulders rolled as he stepped away, glaring back at the closet once again.
Cobb chuckled and ducked away, a smile on his face. “I’ll pour us some drinks once I’m done with the dishes.”
“Beer, I don’t want any of that fruity crap,” Boba replied.
“My cocktails aren’t that bad!” Cobb retorted.
Boba watched as the beta disappeared into the kitchen, his stomach flipping and his mind tumbling. The heat that had scattered across his skin had fallen away, replaced by a flush of butterflies and nerves that flooded through his fingers.
Good job. Boba’s mind supplied. Omega.
He hated what that was doing to him.
He looked back at the closest and reached inside, grabbing a buried blanket and dragging it out. Then he turned and walked away, ignoring its stale scent as he scented it against his neck and wrists. The blanket smoothed over his scent glands, his fingers curling deeper into the fabric as stepped back into the living room.
It took only a few seconds to push the cushions back into place, to drape the blanket back over the couch, and to pick up the pillows from the floor. Boba was pulled back into the motions of cleaning, his heart hammering away in his chest and Cobb’s words jumping around his head. He slid into them as he mopped, as he dusted the gaming corner, and as he set his sights on the bedroom.
Though he hated to admit it, the bedroom was probably his favorite room in the apartment.
The king size bed fit all three of them comfortably, it was the thing that they all had chipped in on and splurged. Blankets were piled on top of it, infused with all of their smells, accompanied by pillows and shirts. The headboard had a shelf on top, a perfect place for their phones and drinks, but also the remote to the string lights that Cobb had set up.
The bedroom was also the easiest room to clean too, the one that didn’t catch Boba’s instincts on fire beyond the need to vacuum the floors and dust a few spots.
But in truth, he didn’t feel like cleaning anymore.
The vacuum fit back in the closet and his feet carried him back to the bedroom. The bed welcomed him as he crawled onto it, his body falling into the middle and pulling blankets closer to him. He stretched on his stomach, burrowing deeper and deeper. Cobb’s minty scent hit him first, before a sweeter scent flicked his nose and roamed the back of his throat.
Honey and coffee danced across his tongue as he breathed it in, his eyes falling close and his face pressing into the blankets. For a moment he wondered if he had really had to clean the whole apartment or if he should have just come here to begin with, but then he pushed the thought away.
The living room would have still bothered him.
The kitchen would have kept him livid.
Good job.
Omega.
Boba huffed.
The moment vanished as someone knocked on the wall, forcing him to raise his head and glare toward the perpetrator. Cobb leaned against the doorway, arms crossed and brows raising.
“Hey, you forgot about your beer,” his boyfriend said, “And Fennec just got back, so she stole it.”
“She’s back?” Boba blinked.
“Yeah, and she says that the apartment is shit- OW!”
“Don’t put words into my mouth.” Fennec appeared next to Cobb, her fingers digging into his side and eyes glaring at him before darting across the room. “The apartment’s never looked better, what did you do?”
“I cleaned,” Boba retorted.
Her eyes flicked to him, a smirk pulling at her lips. “Amazing work.”
Fuck, Boba thought as he dropped his head, his stomach flipping and his heart lighting up like a fucking christmas tree. Fuck.
He watched as the alpha stepped further into the room, her military uniform showing off the twist of her hips and the muscles flexing in her arms. She wrapped one of her hands around Cobb’s arm and yanked him along, stalking closer to the bed. The dark coffee of her scent grew, slithering in a sweet scent that had him lifting his head again.
Fennec tugged her shirt loose from her pants, dragging it over her head and tossing it to the floor. “I’ve been wound up all day, waiting to see you both… and I come back to a clean house? A clean nest?”
Boba’s heart hammered again, a battle of shame and happiness playing in his stomach. He didn’t want to be weak, he didn’t want to be an omega, but being praised like that… seeing the way that Cobb and Fennec were looking at him, the glimmers in their eyes, and tasting their lustful scents.
His stomach curled as Fennec kneeled onto the bed, slick gathering between his legs and breath stuttering. Just like the day he had met her, Fennec was leaning over him and smirking. The light bracketed her figure as she swooped in, washing him in her presence.
She commanded his attention, so much so that he didn’t notice Cobb until his hand was running down Boba’s back. It was a feather light touch that grew heavier and heavier, until fingers wrapped into the fabric of his shirt and tugged.
If he was the Earth, they were his sun and moon.
“What do you think, Boba?” Fennec asked.
“Huh?” Boba asked.
“Want a reward?” Fennec dipped her head closer to his, lips ghosting over cheek. “For being a good omega?”
A whine left his throat and shame flooded his veins, his face turning and burying into the blankets again.
He heard a chuckle from above him, and Cobb’s voice speaking up, “We don’t have to do anything, Boba, not if you don’t want to.”
But he did.
Boba whined and shifted, pressing his back into Cobb’s hand and raising his head. A glower overtook his face as he looked toward the beta. “I want it.”
Cobb’s face lit up, his hand beginning to paw at Boba’s shirt once again.
“How do you want us, Boba?” Fennec asked.
His stomach rolled and his mind toiled again, his thoughts tumbling in torrents and spirals. But the coil was tightening within him and his instincts were clawing up his spine. He just needed to give in.
“I want both, you behind me,” he told Fennec, “Cobb in front.”
The alpha rumbled as she leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I do enjoy taking you from behind.”
“Now, why don’t you sit up, darling?” Cobb asked and dipped his hand under Boba’s shirt, dragging his nails across Boba’s skin before smoothing his fingers over his shoulder blade. “I want to get this shirt off of you.”
Boba sucked in one last breath, grasping at the layers of smell that filled his nose. Then he dragged himself up, sitting back on his heels and stretching his hands upward. He yanked his shirt off, letting Cobb attack the skin it revealed.
The beta’s lips trailed over his shoulders just as Fennec moved behind Boba. One of her hands came up to his face, wrapping around his jaw and twisting his head to look at her. She licked his lips and hummed, before diving into a kiss and holding him close.
She tasted like the cheap-ass beer that she had stolen from him. Boba tried to devour it off of her tongue, licking at her teeth and whining when she pulled away.
He was so caught up in her taste, in the smell that she was giving off, he had only just started to notice Cobb kissing down his abs, down his v-line, and deeper. Cobb’s fingers gripped the edge of his pants, dipping inside and pulling Boba off his heels and onto his knees.
Boba dropped one of his hands into Cobb’s har, the other reaching backward to grab Fennec. His hand met the small of her back before dropping down, grasping onto her ass cheek and dragging her against his back. She gasped into the kiss and bit down on his lips, at the same moment that Cobb pushed his pants and underwear down.
“Fuck,” Boba whined.
Fennec rumbled into the kiss, “Quiet.”
Her free hand wrapped around Boba’s waist and dipped down, fingers passing by his cock and diving into his cunt. Slick gushed around them as she moved her fingers, swallowing Boba’s whines.
Moments later, Cobb had managed to get Boba’s pants off of him and to the floor. Boba didn’t know how he managed that, or how the beta managed to get dressed on top of it too, but the curiosity disappeared when Cobb’s lips fell over his dick. Everything in his mind vanished except for the instincts that reared their head one more time.
He wanted…
He wanted…
But he shouldn’t, he should drag himself back and take control in the way that…
“You’re such a good omega,” Fennec whispered and slid her lips across his temple, “So good for us.”
Good omega.
Boba whined and dropped his head back, neck falling open and bare to the alpha holding him up. Her cock pressed against his back, a pleased smell filtering the air, and Cobb’s lips reached the base of his dick.
Fennec dropped her lips to Boba’s scent gland, grazing it with her teeth and spreading her saliva with her tongue. The movement sent a shock through his spine, arching downward into his groin. His hips thrusted upward involuntarily, his cock hitting the back of Cobb’s throat.
It was almost too much, his breathing growing harsher and heat rocketing through his veins. His whines grew again and his fingers grasped deeply into Cobb’s hair, into Fennec’s skin.
When had she kicked her pants off?
It had to have been awhile ago… when… her cock…
Fennec’s fingers disappeared from his cunt and scooped across the skin of cock as they hooked into Cobb’s mouth. She pulled him off with a plop and dragged him upward, fingers clenching onto his lips and cheek.
“He’s close.” Fennec dragged a moan from Boba by kissing his gland again. “Come on, Cobb, take his cunt.”
Cobb’s eyes flickered across Boba’s face, a fucking smirk creeping across his face as he leaned closer. “What do you think, omega?”
“Hurry the fuck up,” Boba snapped, “That’s what I think.”
Cobb chucked and moved forward, grasping onto Boba’s hips and lining them up. His cock was larger than Fennec, though it lacked the ability to knot, but it slid into his cunt like a key in a lock. The slick did wonders as the beta almost immediately bottomed out, a moan falling from his lips after a few rocking thrusts to get even deeper.
Boba moaned and leaned forward, hands finding Cobb’s shoulders and pulling him closer. Their lips clashed together as their bodies began to meld, weaving into one another and growing hotter. The smells coming from the beta were baiting his tongue further, dragging him deeper into a dessert.
Then another cock slid between Boba’s legs, fingers pulling his cheeks apart to reveal his ass. The cock poked and poked, before pushing through his rim and deep into him. A moan dropped out of lips and he fell away from the kiss, face burying into Cobb’s neck.
“Look at that.” Fennec pressed further into him, until her stomach was flush with his back and her lips brushed over the back of his neck. “So lovely.”
Boba whined.
“Let us take care of you,” Cobb whispered as he thumbed Boba’s hips and thrusted upward.
The thrust sent him backward into Fennec, dragging moans out of both of them. She thrusted back, pushing Boba into Cobb’s web, while snapping at the back of his neck.
“Fuck,” Boba moaned, “Please.”
“We’ve got you,” Fennec promised.
Then the beta and the alpha began to move in tandem, one thrusting as the other receded and filling Boba up on both sides. Timing it in a way that drove Boba crazy and had them moaning for, begging that they go faster, that they went deeper and harder, but they stayed at the pace. He whined again and again to no avail.
“You feel so good,” Fennec whispered to him, “Boba.”
“Our omega,” Cobb agreed, “Our perfect omega.”
Our omega, feel so good, perfect omega, Boba, omega, good…
Boba whined and gasped through a moan, arching his back as the coil in his groin tightened and tightened. Then suddenly a wave of electricity shot through him, bleeding from his cunt down to his toes. Cum spilled from his dick, lighting up the space between his and Cobb’s stomachs before dripping between them and joining the mess of slick that had gathered.
His muscles clenched down on Cobb just as the man lurched forward and gasped, his own voice lewd and hoarse as an orgasm wracked through him. More cum spilled between Boba’s legs as the beta let go, leaning onto Boba’s body and forcing him to take the weight.
“Stay there,” Fennec hissed at them, “Don’t either of you move.”
Cobb moaned in response to her while Boba whined, moving his face to shove his nose into Cobb’s scent gland. He breathed in the scent as Fennec began to move again, at the same steady rate that she had been before.
“Fennec,” Boba whined.
“Shh…”
Fennec’s hands fell to his hips and used them for leverage as she moved, her teeth biting into Boba’s shoulder. She moaned as she moved, tearing feelings from Boba’s gut and ripping through his stomach.
His body quivered and his muscles ached, but he held as still as possible while dragging Cobb close to him and holding up the beta’s weight. The man huffed in his arms and nuzzled closer, eyes falling closed as he nosed at Boba’s scent gland.
And fuck…
Boba felt his instincts searing through him again, wrapping around his beta, his omega, his nest. And his breath fell out and his jaw fell open, eyes fluttered back as he leaned into Fennec and looked up toward her.
“Alpha, please…” Boba whined. “I want your knot.”
A growl ripped out of Fennec’s throat and she thrusted harder, and harder, and faster.
It speared him in half but he sank into it, relishing the feeling as it boiled through him and tore at his soul. Then it grew bigger and bigger, more liquid flushing out of him and Fennec’s moan gasping into his shoulder as she bit down on his shoulder once again.
He was a mess, not just of cum and slick, but of love and happiness, of exhaustion and muscle aches. Boba’s hold on his limbs faltered and he leaned back against Fennec again, body growing heavier.
She might have been able to throw him around normally, but she wasn’t the only exhausted one.
Their bodies swayed before falling to the side, landing on the piles of blankets and pillows. They shuffled to get comfortable, Cobb’s fingers sweeping up a spare blanket and using it to clean them up.
Boba’s nose wrinkled. “You’re cleaning that.”
“I will, I promise.” Cobb kissed his cheek while sliding the blanket between his legs.
“If you don’t,” Boba said, “I will castrate you.”
Fennec nuzzled closer. “We know, that’s why we love you.”
“Mhm, you’re our good omega,” Cobb said, “We don’t want to upset you.”
Good omega, Boba thought, I guess I am.