#jango

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You rolled around in bed, using the mass of pillows and blankets to try and block out the sound of Coruscant, hiking the thick blanket up to your eyes. It was always so damn noisy, inside and outside the apartment. Though it wasn’t exactly picked for its good qualities.

The apartment was bought in secret, with the intention to conceal secrets rather than be fancy. And it hid more than just one secret inside.

You and Jango.

Not that Jango was exactly here all the time, so really it was more bought to conceal you, keep you hidden from other people, other bounty hunters. Jango couldn’t live peacefully knowing you were just out there, with other people… it was a possession problem. He practically kidnapped you from your homeworld, not that you were leaving behind anything important. The planet had fallen into chaos, with two crime syndicates fighting it out rather than the Republic stepping in to help.

That’s how you met Jango, on one of his missions to your homeworld. The place where you lived, which was just a shabby shack on top of a restaurant, turned into an absolute battlefield, with the two sides deciding that they wanted to argue over who had the right to the land. You didn’t know who ended up winning; all you could remember was that shiny armor and charming face. After that, life had changed.

For the better? For the worst? You didn't know, all you knew now was that someone loved you— and you never had to work again. Ever.

The only sad part was that Jango was gone as often as he said he would be. You can’t blame him, but you did get lonely a lot. Almost every day.

The door had to stay locked, and no windows were allowed. The apartment was on a low level of Coruscant, which one exactly? You couldn’t answer that. Sometimes you felt like everything was crowding in on you, like the levels were falling and slowly making the room smaller in the process. It was claustrophobic, not just lonely.

But— you found ways to combat the loneliness. Sleep was one of them, which took away almost hours of your day without you even having to go through them. Reading was another; Jango came back with gifts each time, and most of them were books from all the different places he went to. So you had a large collection, from many different authors. Another way to distract yourself was cleaning, which you felt that no matter how many times you cleaned the place, it was still forever grimy. Just the downside of living here, you guessed.

You liked to keep up with shows on the holo-net. That was the one real-life interaction you felt like you were allowed to have, without being allowed outside of this room and all.

It was okay, you told yourself, the loneliness goes away when you forget that Jango is even supposed to be coming home. And then when he did come back, it was like a shot of adrenaline, and he stayed for as long as he was there.

Which— he should be coming home today. You couldn’t help the feeling spread throughout your entire body, the tingles, the blush that spread from your face to your neck. That was what made you decide to get out of bed, kicking back the blankets and greeting the cold air with a hiss. All you slept in was a large t-shirt from some band you didn’t know, your feet met the even colder floor and brought you to the bureau faster, quickly pulling out the top drawer to grab a pair of fluffy socks.

Once you pulled on some comfortable and warm clothes to protect yourself from the morning freeze, you felt comfortable enough leaving the safety of your room and venturing out into the other parts of the apartment.

You took in one chilly breath and let the door slide open, walking into the living room and making a dive for the couch, using the blanket that was draped over the back to roll up in. It was that cold, and there was no heat in the apartment whatsoever. It was just a step above the shack you lived in on your homeworld.

Your hand searched around for the clicker, digging between the cushions until your fingers found it. You pulled it out, instantly flipping through the channels until you found the news.

It was always good to keep up with the news, even if it was only bad stuff; it’s important to know what’s going on, even if it’s not happening to you. That was a rule that you lived by.

Jango never saw the point; he made sure to tell you that, but he also said that about the silly shows that you watched— and you always found him listening in on those.

After listening in on the morning news and catching up on what happened overnight on Coruscant, you flipped through the channels again, landing on a rerun of a show you watched a while back, and decided to stay on that while you fixed yourself something to eat.

With further inspection of the kitchen, you noticed that you were starting to run low on the necessities, once again, another indicator that Jango would be coming back soon. Another shot of adrenaline ran through you, making your heart race. You had to remind yourself to calm down.

Cereal was enough for now, you decided, filling the bowl with some flaked oats and regular old blue milk. You sat at the mini table and ate your breakfast, watching the TV with lazy eyes, barely paying attention to what was going on. You’ve seen this episode too many times to count, so nothing new was happening. You were just about to pick up the bowl and begin its cleaning process when you heard the locks being picked at. The front door jiggled, and your ears shot up, practically throwing the bowl into the sink, muscles tensing up in a fight or flight response.

When Jango walked through the door, every fear that some intruder was coming in disappeared completely, being replaced by excitement. Tingles ran up your body again as you made eye contact with the shiny t-visor, body frozen next to the sink until he took off the helmet— only then did you run past the table and into his waiting arms.

The hug was suffocating, and you didn’t care that his armor was jabbing you in the chest because of how tight he was holding on. He was practically lifting you off the ground, face smashed into the side of your head as he inhaled the scent of your hair, arms wrapping around your waist in a death-grip.

“Jango..” You gasped, trying to get a breath of air. His hands roamed your body, tugging at the clothes you just put on, a new scorching heat traveling through your skin. Suddenly, there was no need for such thick clothes.

“I missed you so much,” He rasped, placing you back down on the ground— eyes roaming your body like a predator.

It had been so long since you two last touched, and each time Jango came back a starving man, pawing at you like he’s never had you before. The time that always seemed to come between you two was too long, making his welcome home turn into more than a simple hug. Jango practically started to tear the clothes off of you, much more keen to see you naked than himself, backing you up into the couch before getting onto his knees and working on your pants.

Once your baggy sleep pants were around your legs, Jango began to kiss up your thigh, holding your ankle in his hand gently, urging you to lift it and put it around his shoulder. Your entire body seemed to blush, not that you weren’t used to it, but he had a different way of doing this each time he came home. Usually, he was quick to get you into the bed and screaming, making the neighbors slam on the walls— but this time, he was taking it slow, treating you like a porcelain doll rather than something he could just manhandle.

“Ner Kar'taylir darasuum.” He kissed your thigh, trailing upwards, begging for permission.

The heat spread out from your face to your stomach, traveling between your legs, the more he kissed and whimpered for you. He looked so pathetic, down on his knees, giving you all the power to say no, which you wanted to. You wanted to see him beg some more, maybe even crawl for you, but the sensation within the pit of your abdomen was becoming too much. Something inside you was craving him, and waiting any longer seemed like agony.

His dark brown eyes stared up at you from in between your legs, waiting patiently, hands gripping at your chubby thighs. You gave him a little nod, slowly shifting your body until you were sitting on the arm of the chair, legs spreading wider, allowing him to fill up the space between them with his head.

Even the slightest bit of friction between his mouth and your body sent your head back between your shoulders, hand clasping over your mouth quickly before the neighbors could complain. He was just too good.

The moment you felt your toes begin to curl, you pushed him off you, almost laughing at the look of betrayal on his hungry face.

“Now”, you said demandingly, falling back onto the couch with your legs spread, “Put the helmet back on.”

Jango looked at you with a funny expression, eyebrow raising in suspicion, and as bent down to pick up his helmet from the floor. He put it back on, getting ready to strip himself of the rest of his armor, before you interrupted again,

“No”, you said almost too cutly, “keep the armor on, too.”

You knew by now he was excited, always loving how you praised the way he looked in his armor.

Every time he put it on around you, you got excited, and when he left, it made it all the harder to watch him go. His eyes set ablaze as he ripped the belt off, working at the piece of armor that covered his lap, leaving the rest of it on. His hands fumbled on the zipper, but once it was down, his attention was back onto you, grabbing your hands and tugging you back, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Haav,” He said curtly, taking you to the bedroom instead.