✨ A night out with Jango 💕
Explicit NSFW 18+ Only
💜 Jango Fett x F!Reader
C/W: Explicit Sexual Content, Alcohol Consumption, Semi-Public PIV Sex, Anal Play/Plug, Established Relationship, Jango Loves You
The docking bay reeks of astringent anthracite shipping fuel, subconsciously forcing your brain to continue in a frenzied work-mode. You’re supposed to be relaxing and enjoying a little alone time between jobs with Jango, but it’s stressful to ignore the consistent ping from the wrist comm.
Perceptive, Jango wraps his arms around you from behind. “Love.”
You shush him, still tapping at the comm.
“Love,” Jango says again, hugging you tighter. “Whatever it is, it can wait.”
“I know.”
“It’s only one night.”
“I know.”
Pulling you closer, he puts his lips to the corner of your jaw, hot breath washing over your skin, making you shiver. He squeezes your hand, warmth shooting all the way up your arm. “Come on, sweetheart.”
And there’s something to the way his fingers graze your knuckles, a heat in his gaze that is so convincing that even after all these years he can still make you weak in the knees.
You nod and tug away from his embrace for one last response, and you’ve only just sent the transmission when he yanks the comm off your arm. “Hey—"
He lifts it overhead and out of reach with a mischievous grin reaching the corners of his eyes. Exasperated, you put your hand on his muscled chest, clawing at his arm to try to get him to relent. Instead, he reels you in with his free hand, raising a brow. “Baby.” His voice drops into a low purr that you feel where your breasts are pressed against his chest.
“But —" you begin to grumble and instead of arguing, he leans down to kiss you, and you can’t help it, melting into him. He sucks at your bottom lip with a dirty promise, his slick tongue sweeping past your teeth, pushing all thought from your mind.
When he pulls away, you’re breathless. “Just relax tonight.” Intensity colors his words. “Let’s take our time and enjoy it.” He gently massages the back of your neck in that persuasive way of his. Nervous energy prickles along your skin, but the combination of his seductive touch and liquid eyes is incredibly convincing. You manage a small smile and he wraps his arm around you, a twinkle in his eyes. His embrace is warm and excitement bubbles in your chest, reminding you how much you like him taking control.
Especially when the first place he lead you is a bar. The place isn’t much bigger than a hole in the wall, one of those trendy spots that’s started moving into the higher levels of Coruscant.
You raise a brow at Jango but don’t complain as he keeps the door open with an extended arm, and your body rubs against his. Maybe more than it needs to. Tingles light up inside, and he puts a possessive hand on your hip. Grabbing a couple of seats, the one-eyed Abyssin bartender asks for your orders.
Jango speaks before you can open your mouth. “Two of whatever’s your house special.”
“Coming right up.”
Normally, that kind of thing would irk you, but tonight, his confidence just turns you on. And worse, he knows it.
Within minutes, two elaborate cocktails land on the bar in front of you. He hands you a glass while raising the other, fingers brushing. You’ve been together for years. A simple touch shouldn’t send shivers of interest humming through all your body, but it does.
Something about tonight, about being alone together outside of the sterile interiors of Kamino, about being utterly free of responsibility…
Holding his gaze, you take a sip of the drink. It’s surprisingly complex, fruity but rich, with just enough of an after-burn on the way down to prove its potency. “That’s going to be dangerous.”
Jango smiles crookedly. “Perfect.”
So you drink and talk, inhibitions leaving your body as the place begins to fill up. When a toothy Devaronian settles onto the barstool beside yours, you lean into Jango’s space even farther. He welcomes you in, putting a broad, hot palm on your knee.
The hand slowly creeps higher and higher, and you pretend not to notice, but the rubbing motion of his thumb on your upper thigh sends heat sweeping through you. Then he closes the gap between you, beside your ear as he whispers, “I wish you were wearing a skirt.”
A firework goes off inside, sparking through your core. You grab onto his arm, both because you need to steady yourself and suddenly desperate for his touch.
You can picture it so easily, his hand on your bare skin. He could dip beneath the hem, let his fingertips trace along the edge of your microgarment. No one would be able to see. He could practically finger you right here in the middle of the bar.
How far would he push it? Would he lightly brush your lips? Or go right for it and plunge inside, stroke his thumb across that sensitive spot? Would nearby patrons hear your gasp?
A thrill of arousal shoots through, and lifting your gaze to meet his, you lick your lips. “What do you say we go find me one?”
His dark eyes smolder. Standing, he motions to the cycloptic bartender and places a generous sum of credits on the bar as he reaches for your hand. He hauls you to your feet and leans down to capture your lips in a wet, insinuating kiss. The growing hardness in his pants presses into your body in the most tantalizing tease before pulling away.
“I’d say I fucking love my girl.”
***
Fueled by the alcohol, you set back out on the streets. He wraps his arm around you tightly, a strong hand resting on your hip, and you lean into him with your whole body. It’s like you’re new lovers all over again, intoxicated by each other, unwilling to stop touching for a second.
Despite having a goal, you keep wandering. There’s no shortage of places that sell clothing in the mid-levels, but nothing in particular catches your eye until he stops, motioning across the street with a nod.
You follow his gesture, eyes flying wide, realizing he wants to go into a sex shop. There are mannequins in the window dressed in leather and lace. Some of the garments are a cross between fetish wear and lingerie, but others could pass as regular clothes.
It’s not a place you’d typically walk into, but tonight, with Jango wrapped possessively around you, your body thrumming with excitement…
You push down any doubts, sighing agreement, squirming inside as breathless arousal builds between your thighs. He guides you in, then toward the clothing section. Your gaze lingers on the far wall, taking in displays covered in large silicone dildos and brightly colored vibrators. You swallow hard at the racks of lube next to plugs and harnesses and gods only know what else.
“Later,” Jango murmurs, and a tremor ripples along your spine.
You stay tucked in tightly against his side as you peruse the racks. He pulls out a skimpy synth-leather skirt that would barely hit mid-thigh on you. A few other options in fineweave lace and shining satyn follow. He pauses for a second at the edge of the display before reaching out and grabbing a pair of black thigh-highs and a garter belt, wetness flooding over his quiet implication.
Without a word of argument, you let him lead you to the dressing rooms in the rear corner the store. The salesdroid obviously passes no judgment and opens a curtain for you. You look to Jango expectantly. Surely he’ll want to watch you try these on. Maybe he’ll even want to help.
But he waves you in. “Come back out in your favorite.” His voice is low, rough. “Don’t keep me waiting, sweetheart.” His eyes burn with undisguised lust as the droid closes the curtain between you.
Your work clothes aren’t meant to be seductive, but the top is a basic black, so you leave it on. The package for the stockings crinkles in the silent air as you sit on the bench to pull them on. A shiver hums through, the silky fabric gliding over your skin, hugging it tightly. Your legs disappear beneath it, and it’s feels like transforming into another person, another being. Your breathing is shallow as you stand, impulsively taking off the microgarmet to reveal your wet, needy flesh to the air. Getting on the garter belt, you slide the panties back on over it.
You try on each of the skirts he picked out. One is too tight and another too loose. Two fit perfectly though, and tucking your top into the leather one you glance in the mirror. It doesn’t matter that your hair is unstyled, that your makeup is stowed away on the ship. Your lust-blown eyes, flushed cheeks, and wet lips are all the makeup you need.
The skirt is obscene. The tops of the thigh-highs and the straps of the garter belt show beneath the hem. With the shirt tucked in, the curves of your breasts and waist are perfectly accentuated. Turning around you shove the curtain to the side.
And there he is. One look at you, and you swear to gods he’s going to eat you alive. Then you spot the lube along with the purple anal plug in his hands and your throat clamps down. Sense memory crashes into you, nipples stiffening, sex throbbing.
It’s been awhile since you’ve really had the time to enjoy each other, a quick fuck between jobs, enough to satiate but not completely fulfill. The last time you really had some down time he lavished you in hyperspace, slowly eating your pussy out, gently opening your ass before shoving a plug in there and fucking your cunt. And then the other way around, a huge dildo keeping you full, he’d slowly worked his thick cock into your ass, and you’d come so hard you were glad to have the privacy of space.
Gripping the wall, you gaze back at him, not wanting to wait to bury him deep inside.
“Fuck it,” he growls, and you crash through the door of the store’s ‘fresher as one. Smashing his fist on the control panel, the door slams behind you with a lock. His hot mouth descends on yours, and you open easily, even ecstatically for him. Raking your fingers through his curly hair, you groan at the heat of his hands as they palm your ass through the new skirt. The package containing the other purchase rustles and the aching need spreads through you.
Pressing you into the wall, he takes command, dominating and demanding in a way that causes desperate heat to flood your pussy while at the same time your ribs squeeze around your heart. He must sense your wary tension because he yanks his mouth from yours, growling, “Stop thinking.” His dark gaze burns into you, full of lust and need. “Just be here. With me. Now.”
“Jango—"
“Not another word,” he warns. And with that, he twirls you around. All the air is knocked out of your lungs as he marches you a handful of steps to the little sink in the corner. He grabs your hands and places them on the counter. Meeting your gaze in the mirror, he pushes firmly at the space between your shoulder blades.
Your heart thunders, but you let yourself be moved, grasping tightly to the edges of the sink, sticking your ass out as you’re bent over the permaplast. He reaches under your barely there skirt to grab your panties and tear them down to your knees. Cool air hits your ass, followed by his rough, hot palms.
Shuddering, you close your eyes and push into his touch, the threads of your anxiety untangling, one by one. He traces the edges of the garter straps then palms your ass fully, pulling your cheeks apart.
“So fucking perfect,” he swears, thumb grazing the swollen lips of your pussy. You’re so wet that they glide easily over the aching flesh. You clench down inside, clit pulsing with need, your trapped nipples twisting into tight points.
“You want my cock here?” he asks, low and gravelly. He dips a fingertip just inside your pussy, only to drag it farther back. When he brushes your other tight entrance, you light up with illicit sparks. “Or here?”
“Fuck,” you breathe out. “Anywhere. Everywhere.”
“Just might take you up on that, love.”
Then he’s dropping to his knees, right there on the ‘fresher floor. You grip the edges of the sink so hard you swear the plastene will crack. There’s quiet scrunching of slipsheet somewhere in the distance, but all you can concentrate on is his heat behind you, his breath in this cramped, public room. All the people outside who might be able to hear you begging for Jango’s cock.
The next thing you know, he’s pulling your cheeks apart again. His fingertip returns to your asshole, slick and cool, and fuck, he doesn’t mess around. He rubs and rubs, getting you used to the touch, and then between one breath and the next, he presses inside.
You suck in a ragged breath, the sting of being stretched open mixes with the impossible pleasure of being filled like this until everything feels good. You’re holding on tightly to the sink, but in your head, you’re letting go for the first time in what seems like months.
He fucks in shallowly with that one finger at first, opening you up for him. This man knows you so well. He feels when you’re ready for him to go deeper, when he can press another finger in.
So he does, and a jolt of something sharp forces a gasp from between your lips, but then you’re yielding inside. He makes a space inside you for himself, just like he always has. He finds new parts of you, or maybe parts you’ve simply forgotten.
And out of nowhere, stinging tears threaten the corners of your eyes, but they’re of the very, best kind. Bent over a sink in a public ‘fresher in a sex store, you’re having some kind of epiphany. Blinking your eyes open, you meet your own blurry gaze in the mirror. You both have a busy life, jobs that require long hours, stretches of time apart that interfere with being able to truly connect. You’ve both made sacrifices for achieving more, getting out of the business before the opportunity to enjoy life has passed.
But you’ve missed this. And you vow to make room for it. You can. Together you will. Because every time you forget to, every time you forget yourself… This man will remind you. Over and over and over again.
Before you can get too carried away in sentimentality, he crooks his fingers deep inside your ass, with his free hand passing you the plug he bought. You don’t need to ask for instructions, forcing your fingers to unclench and accept the curved silicone. Then turning the water on, you wash the toy and hand it back.
When he pulls his fingers out, your knees nearly buckle. The sudden emptiness screams inside you, but he doesn’t make you wait. He presses the plug in to fill that searing gap. Your pussy clenches, and you go up onto your toes as he shoves the toy in to the hilt.
Then he’s spinning you around to face him, grabbing you, holding you, lifting you, and slamming you into the wall. For a second, you’re winded, but then regain your breath. Kicking off what’s left of your underwear, you wrap your legs around his trim hips. He’s had the foresight to get unbuckled, so together, you shove his briefs down until his fat, bare cock pops free. You groan at the searing heat of him and kiss his mouth again.
Your wetness has spread so far, his cock slides slickly against your skin. Bucking, you try to get him closer to your wanting center. Sparks shoot as he finally grinds against your clit. When you flex inside, you’re met by the resistance of the plug in your ass, only it’s not enough.
“Come on,” you beg a frustrating plea. “Please, I need—"
“Believe me, sweetheart.” His gaze bores into you. “I know exactly what we need.”
Without another word, he fits himself to your opening, the blunt head of him spreading your pussy wide. Staring right into your eyes, he slams himself home. You cry out, digging your nails into the back of his neck. He’s always been well endowed, but the sudden fullness is incredible, everything magnified by the plug in your ass, the chill of the allacrete wall behind you, the clench of your legs around his hips. The people outside who can hear you fucking. The freedom. After months of tucking your passion away on a shelf, you’ve gotten one night to let it run wild, and you are.
Wasting no time, Jango let’s your unleashed desire consume him, and it just about devours you too. He crushes his lips to yours, holding you up with his hands beneath your thighs. You cling to him and tilt your hips, but you have no leverage. As he draws back, all you can do is grasp onto him and feel the magnitude of that retreat.
He leaves you almost empty for a fraction of a second, then he thrusts back in deep. Hot pleasure sweeps through you, crying out again. Hard and fast, he fucks you into the wall. Every slide in pummels at the most sensitive parts of you, while every withdrawal leaves you scrabbling at his shoulders, kicking at his ass with your heels, trying to get deeper, better, more.
Over and over, you crash together. The wet, messy sounds of flesh slapping flesh fill the tiny room, drowned out only by your groans of absolute pleasure. Desperate need for release builds up inside you until you swear you’ll explode, only you can’t get there.
“Please,” you gasp. “Jango—"
Grunting with effort, he shifts his grip. His muscles strain, biceps bulging beneath his tunic. Somehow, he manages to hold you up with just the force of his hips and the wall and one hand. He dips the other into the place where your bodies are joined.
His thumb finds your clit, and colors flash before your eyes. “Oh, fuck—"
“That’s it, gorgeous,” he growls. “Come for me. Come on my cock."
Orgasm swallows you up, screaming and biting his lip, cracking your head back against the wall. Darkness eclipses your vision as you pulse and pulse. Jango fucks you through it, almost savage in the way he batters you with his cock. The second and third wave are just as blinding, your pleasure seeming to go on, endless now that you’ve finally given in to it.
But the instant you start to come down, he pulls out. You sob, the emptiness too much, but of course you shouldn’t have doubted him for even a second. He sets you down on your feet, and then turns you around. You put your arms up to brace yourself against the wall. He kicks your legs apart, spreading you wide, and shoves his cock back into your pussy without a word of warning. It’s just as shocking as that first entrance, just as electric. Your climax still has you tingling everywhere, legs shaking with the force of keeping yourself up when all you want to do is collapse. Letting your cheek press into the wall, you arch your back.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Baby."
You glance back over your shoulder at him. His beautiful face is tinted with exertion, his temples damp with sweat, and your heart swells at the sight. Gripping the wall, you pant out, “I love you.”
And in the middle of this filthy bathroom fuck, that’s what sends your partner, one of the galaxy’s most ruthless and dangerous bounty hunters, over the edge.
He grunts in triumph as his cock swells inside you, hot cum filling your pussy. You slip a hand down to mash at your clit until the pleasure is too much to hold, and a final orgasm rolls through you as you milk him for every drop.
Wrapping his arms around you from behind, he presses his brow into the back of your shoulder, shuddering, then goes still. For a long minute, you stay there just like that, breathing hard and holding onto each other. Your body sings with satisfaction, freedom and love swirling inside your chest.
Then he pulls back, pushing your hair to the side, kissing the nape of your neck. He laughs and says, “Love you too, baby.” And you can’t help but smile.
You part enough to clean yourselves up, his cum and your own juices streaking the inside of your new skirt, and you wrinkle up your nose.
“Go ahead and take it off,” he tells you.
“Guess it’s not really the right outfit for heading back out, huh?” Your fingers tighten on the fabric all the same. You don’t want to lose this feeling of carefree freedom, to lose this.
As if he can see your conflict, he reaches for you, grabbing your chin to tilt your face up. “Take off the skirt,” he insists. And then his eyes flash. “But leave the plug in.”
Your sore pussy and filled-ass both clench as one, heat flaring across your face. But in your chest you’re soaring. Trembling and aroused, you cover his hand with yours. “Why? What are you planning to do with it?”
“Anything I want, my love,” he murmurs, mouth meeting yours with the promise of more.
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