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You had never understood your Master’s dislike for flying. To you, flying through hyperspace at speeds well past what was natural was exhilarating. The sense of adventure you got from looking out the ship’s windows and seeing the galaxy zip by easily outweighed the dangers of being a Jedi. You don’t understand how anyone could dislike it. Then again, your Master’s previous padawan had a knack for speeding, so perhaps it was understandable that he was nervous whenever you took the wheel so to speak.
Obi-wan was the greatest Master you could’ve asked for. When his previous padawan Anakin had become a Jedi knight you were lucky he wasn’t quite ready to retire from training. He was only forty, it wasn’t as if he was old. Though you did enjoy pestering the man about his age.
Speaking of your Master, he was currently piloting your ship to some planet in the Outer Rim. You’d read the mission briefing but if you were being honest you had more distracting things on your mind than exactly what planet you were headed to.
You watched the redheaded man guide the ship effortlessly through hyperspace, too focused to notice your staring. It wasn’t as if you could help but admire him when given the opportunity. He was so effortless in coming off as sophisticated and intelligent, and if you were being honest it was moderately intimidating. He was the famed negotiator after all. If anyone had a way with words it was Obi-wan.
“We’re on autopilot. That should hold us until we're out of hyperspace at least.” The man spoke, turning in his chair to smile at you. Speak of the devil. That crisp coruscanti accent never failed to leave you flustered.
“Anything I can do to help Master?” You looked up at him inquisitively as he stood. The ship was small, really made only for traveling from planet to planet. It was only made up of the cockpit and a small back room for extra passengers. You felt the warmth emanating from his body against yours as he squished past you to head into the back.
“I don’t believe so, but thank you. You should be saving your energy padawan. Plenty of work to be done when we arrive.”
You followed him into the back, as always, awaiting instruction. Obi-wan got lucky with his second padawan. Though you were just as sarcastic, you had at least a little more sensibility to actually listen to him than Anakin ever had. “I’ve done plenty of resting Master, I need some excitement, to liven things up you know?”
“You can do plenty of exciting things once we land. I’d prefer not to let you pilot or else we’ll never make it.” You scoffed in mock offence but the fond look he gave you alongside his teasing made it more than worth it to not be remotely offended.
“I’m offended Obi-wan, I’ll have you know I’m an excellent pilot. I mean I’m no Anakin but at least flying doesn’t make me sick.”
“Are you taunting me padawan?” The older man mused softly as he sorted through supplies. “It’s certainly not my fault. It’s my equilibrium’s fault.” Dork. You thought to yourself.
You were about to make some sort of witty comeback when the ship jolted suddenly. It went still for a moment and then an alarm started beeping somewhere in the cockpit. Obi-wan rushed back out to see what was happening and you followed behind swiftly.
“Master? What's going on?” You peered over his shoulder as he flicked through data in search of the source of the distress signal.
You’d seen Obi-wan in action before. In the midst of a fight or reading an important mission briefing. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes intense; he looked older but not a way that made him appear tired with age. Moreso wiser and more in control. The ship jolted again and you had to remind yourself of your trust in your Master. Obi-wan was, in both your personal opinion and the opinion of many others, the greatest Jedi to have ever lived. One faulty mechanic in the ship would not bring the two of you down. He had survived worse.
“Sit down and strap in,” His voice was steady, there was no panic behind it, “I’m not seeing any issue, it's as if whatever the damage has overridden itself in the ship’s sensors… I may have to resort to an emergency landing.”
You hurried to sit and strap yourself in, turning to the navigation pad to at least try and help. “We’re within reach of Hoth… if you’re desperate you can bring us down there. Might be a rough landing though.”
“Oh, I’m not Anakin. Even in trying times, I can at least keep both halves of the ship together.” Obi-wan was smiling, the wrinkles by his eyes more prominent. They were alarmingly endearing, suiting his safe and kind demeanour so well. You couldn’t find it in yourself to worry. You had ultimate faith in your master.
“Try not to throw up when we land, Master.” You grinned, glancing his way. The redhead scoffed fondly.
He brought the ship out of hyperdrive, and headed down to emergency land on the snowy Outer Rim planet of Hoth. The ship jolted again harder, nearly throwing you from your seat. Something in the back fell and crashed.
“Shit.” Obi-wan muttered.
You raised an eyebrow. “Language, Master.” It was very rare that Obi-wan swore. But oh if you didn’t love it. Every rare instance was like a perfectly wrapped present all for you. His accent, the aggression behind the words. Evertime he uttered the word “fuck” under his breath quieter than he thought you could hear you swore you had a heart attack.
“Awfully hypocritical of you darling, I’ve heard far worse out of your mouth.” You went red, looking away from him. That nickname was a rarity, reserved only for when he knew he had won in a spout of teasing each other. You squished your thighs together, feeling a heat building in your lower tummy. Fuck, why is it so easy for him to make me feel this way…
You prayed your last thoughts if you died in the crash wouldn’t be of desperate pining over your master, who was roughly twenty years your senior. You’d never become a force ghost because of those naughty thoughts alone.
The ship gave a nasty lurch, breaking through the atmosphere of the planet, Obi-wan fighting the steering handle for control. “Obi-wan seriously, are you sure you can land this thing?”
“Patience, padawan. Have trust in your master, I’m a better pilot than I appear to be.”
Luckily whatever spirits within the force that lingered over you were looking out for you as the ship barrelled into the snow. It was a rough landing, but a successful one nonetheless. The ship finally stopped and Obi-wan ran a hand through his auburn hair, turning to you with a toothy grin. “Yet another happy landing.” He said. You had no idea how anyone in the damn galaxy wasn’t obsessed with this sweet, adorable man.
You unbuckled yourself and went to peer outside, the moment you opened the door it was like the temperature dropped a hundred degrees, a nasty wind chilling you to your core. “Oh master we are so screwed. We’re gonna freeze to death out there!”
“Well there's a simple solution my darling padawan.” He forced the door shut against the wind and placed a large hand reassuringly on your shoulder. “We simply stay here.”
You blushed even after he took his hand away, the warmth leaving a pleasant, tingly feeling behind. Obi-wan sat back down in the cockpit of the ship and commed back to the Jedi temple.Whoever answered said they could send a rescue mission within the next day, though the two of you would have to spend the night. You groaned. Hoth was a frozen wasteland as it was and it felt as though the warmth from the ship was already seeping out. Shit! You thought, hurrying to check the heating. There was no hot air coming out even though there should’ve been.
“Obi-wan?”
“Mhm?”
“Heating is broken! We’re actually going to be the first Jedi to freeze to death!”
“Be optimistic dear one.” Always the damn optimist wasn’t he, you looked up from where you sat on the floor next to the heating vents, watching Obi-wan enter the back room. “It’s only one night and there's plenty of ways to keep warm.”
Your heart may have genuinely skipped a beat. There were plenty of ways the two of you could warm up, most of the ones in your mind included much less clothing than you were currently wearing and a lot less space between you both. Obi-wan would never ever proposition you like that though. He was a good Jedi, he followed the code, he would never even entertain the thought of it. Any close contact the two of you may have by the night would be for the sake of preserving warmth and nothing more.
“I suppose you’re right…” You agreed softly, hoping he didn’t see the blush decorating your cheeks.
In the meantime, the two of you took to trying to at least identify the problem with the ship but to no avail. In the end, you both opted for rearranging the back room to be better suited to sleeping and then played a quick game of sabacc to pass the time. By the time night was falling you were growing more and more nervous. There wasn’t a lot of room in here for one fully grown person to lie down, nevermind two of them. You would have to be close to each other, though you weren’t really complaining. You were getting colder by the minute.
Obi-wan removed his outer layers to cushion the floor and then ransacked through the storage in the ship for emergency blankets. You sat watching him, there was just so much about him to admire.
Gorgeous auburn hair with a beard to match. The older he got it seemed the longer he was letting his hair grow out. There was grey in the sides that drove you absolutely mad. Then there was his beard. You had imagined that beard rubbing against you in a lot of places. Your neck, stomach, even your inner thighs. It gave you butterflies just thinking about it. His eyes were magnificently blue, the wrinkles next to them just betrayed him of his kindness, he couldn’t hide his gentle expression whenever he smiled. It was beautiful. His smile could genuinely light up a room.
Then there were his arms. So strong, and powerful. You knew, even covered by clothing, that he was incredibly strong. You wanted his arms around you. On rare occasions, you’d gotten a hug out of the man and every moment was one to be treasured. In your opinion, it was the safest place in the galaxy. Not only were his arms good for keeping you safe, you were sure they could throw you around with ease. It would be beyond easy for him to pick you up, hold you wherever he pleased and- Is someone saying my name?
“My dear padawan you haven’t gone deaf since we got here have you?”
Uh oh. How long had he been trying to talk to you?
“I’ve been saying your name for at least a minute.” Your master gave you a knowing look and it gave you butterflies. Surely he couldn’t have known it was him you were daydreaming about…
“Sorry master… just spaced out. What's up…?”
“I was saying it would be best if we used our clothing as extra blanket layers.” Obi-wan started to strip off pieces of his Jedi robes. “Sharing body heat will make sure our internal temperatures don’t drop too low and hopefully more layers will keep in more warmth.”
Oh sith’s hell. This night was going to be both a dream and a nightmare. How could someone sound so matter-of-fact when telling you to take your clothes off and cuddle up to them? Of course it was for the sake of survival. There was surely no ulterior motive.
Obi-wan continued to strip until he was quite literally half naked in front of you, left in nothing but his pants. Your master was shirtless in front of you, waiting and watching expectedly for you to follow his commands. “Well? It’s not as if I’m asking you to fully undress, padawan. If you're uncomfortable I can leave until you’re under the blankets. I would just prefer that we don’t freeze to death tonight…” Were his cheeks going pink? Surely you were seeing things out of the delusion of your own fruitless pining.
“I uh-...” You knew you couldn’t hide the blush spreading down your neck. You hoped Obi-wan would mistake it for innocent bashfulness rather than the beginnings of arousal at undressing for him. “Yes, perhaps that would be best…”
The redheaded man smiled fondly and nodded. “Whatever makes you more comfortable darling. I’d hate to ever make you feel uncomfortable or embarrassed.” You were sure there was no sweeter man in the galaxy. Perhaps the bar was set a bit too low, but Obi-wan was genuinely beyond respectful and always ensured your comfort around him. Even when sparring or guiding you through movements with your lightsaber he always asked to touch you. He was always so kind and gentle. As he left the room to give you some space you couldn’t help but wish someday you could be undressing for him for entirely different reasons.
You stripped down to your pants and sports bra, adding clothing to the pile of blankets hoping it would fight off the biting cold you were already feeling. You got underneath the blankets and though it was moderately warmer it wasn’t ideal.
“Master? It’s still freezing under here.” You called out for him and the older man came back into the room. You nearly had an aneurysm at the sight of his bare chest and muscular arms. If you survived the night it would genuinely be a miracle.
“We’ll live dear one. Now scoot over, I’m bigger than you if you haven’t noticed.” Oh you’d noticed alright. Damn him.
You scooted over a little to give him space but still as he laid down next to you there wasn’t enough room to really be comfortable without touching. But oh, he was so warm it was like a beacon drawing you in.
“Force Obi-wan, you’re like a living heater.”
“Am I really? Well feel perfectly free to take advantage of my warmth.”
You were glad it was now too dark for him to see the way that affected you. It was slightly awkward laying on your back next to him, you were so stiff from trying not to touch him too much. It was also very cold.
Obi-wan must have agreed because he shifted and then turned to face you. “Can I touch you darling?” Fuck.
“What…?”
“Can I put my arm underneath your head? It would be comfortable for both of us to sleep like that.”
“Oh. Yeah sure…” You shifted slightly to let your master slip his strong arm underneath your head, he was now laid behind you, almost pressed close enough you could feel his chest against your back. You had to admit though it was infinitely more comfortable for both of you. His bicep was a wonderful pillow.
“Can I put my arm over your side? I’m sure it will be warmer and it's awkward for me to-”
“Just do it master. The more you explain yourself the more awkward you’ll make it.” Your whole face was heating up, you could feel it. You sucked in a sharp breath as he laid his arm over you, curled protectively over your waist and laying his hand on the ground near your chest.
The back of your mind told you it was now or never. Why not risk it? He was so warm, and was already initiating more touch than he usually did. You softly placed your hand over his, his embrace was innately safe. In fact you’d never felt more at home anywhere in your life.
Obi-wan allowed the touch, instead moving his hand to place it over yours, holding it gently. His hands were so much larger than yours. He rubbed his thumb comfortingly over your hand and you sucked in a shaky breath.
“Are you alright my padawan?” His soft voice broke the silence from behind you. It already sounded different, slightly deeper and rougher with sleep despite not having fallen asleep yet.
“Yes… just cold I suppose…” You lied, and it was a massive mistake. Obi-wan moved closer hoping to fight off the cold. He was properly spooning you from behind, chest pressed to your back and legs curled against yours. You didn’t dare move to press closer to where you wanted him most.
“Dear, I can feel your apprehension in the force, something is bothering you. Tell me.”
Curse him and his nagging care for you. “It's nothing Obi-wan, seriously.” You tried to argue and instead the man gently pulled you over so you could face him, you were so close together and he still had an arm around your waist. If he moved just a few inches closer he could kiss me…
“Oh, darling…” He said, face breaking out in a fond smile, the wrinkles by his eyes appearing more prominently.
“What-...?”
“A bond between a master and their padawan in the force is stronger than any other… it seems you uh… shared your thoughts just now.”
Your heart sank to your stomach. He’d found out, surely you’d be exiled from the order, attachments were forbidden. You’d be a disgrace of a padawan, Obi-wan would never forgive you-
Soft lips pressed against your own and your mind went blank of any worry. Before you could even process what had just happened Obi-wan pulled away again. He had kissed you. Your master had actually kissed you, after years of pining over an unattainable crush he had finally done what you wanted.
“Obi-wan…”
“It’s alright darling. Why didn’t you tell me?” His hand moved to your waist, thumb stroking absentmindedly. He looked so genuine, he wasn’t upset or mad at you and it comforted you.
“I-...” You started, unsure of what to say to him. “I was afraid you would be upset… attachments are against the Jedi code. I’d be a disgrace of a padawan-”
“My dear this isn’t about the Jedi code. This is simply about us. You're no disgrace at all. If you wanted me so badly you should’ve just told me. We could have been doing this a while longer.” His smile had turned playful, a gleam in his eyes even in the dark. Your master’s flirtatious, playful side never failed to throw you off.
Your breathing picked up, he was holding you so close and the hand and your waist was placed on bare skin. It burned with the passion you’d been hiding from him for so long. And force, his hands were big. There were plenty of other places you wanted them.
“Master…”
“Darling, if you continue calling me that in the way you’re speaking, I'm going to want to do a lot more than simply kiss you.” All of your resolve went right out the window at his words.
You moved your hand to his face, softly cupping his jaw and leaning up and kissing him again. It was more than perfect. You stroked softly at his beard, pressing your lips softly against his. His hand on your waist tightened slightly and you couldn’t help but whine softly. You broke for a second to look into his beautiful blue eyes.
He opened his mouth to speak and his voice was already rough and deep and force you wanted him badly. “Love I’m afraid if we don’t stop I’ll get very carried away-
“I want you to get carried away.” You said confidently. “I want you.”
Obi-wan breathed in sharply, grip on you tightening surprisingly possessively. He surged forwards and kissed you again harder. He wasn’t necessarily messy but he easily dominated the kiss. It was overwhelming.
The kiss was dirty. You moaned softly into his mouth as he tipped you onto your back, moving his legs between yours so he was fully on top of you. He had one hand softly in your hair and the other in a possessive grip on your side. His thighs between yours forced your legs open wider and you blushed brightly, reaching up to feel over his strong biceps and shoulders.
You’d forgotten that the cold was a problem in the first place. Your master was so warm against you and the more you made out the hotter you felt internally. Every movement of his mouth against yours made your cunt throb with need.
“Can I-” He muttered softly in between kisses.
“Touch me.”
That was the only okay he needed to move his hands down to your thighs, hiking your legs up over his hips and then leaning back in to kiss you. You felt entirely enveloped by him, you could feel him everywhere, even his presence in the force felt like it had taken over everything around you. Your lower back wasn’t even touching the ground anymore with how he held you up and when he shifted closer to kiss you harder you could feel his erection against your clothed core.
You broke the kiss, tipping your head back and moaning at the feeling. Obi-wan took that as an opportunity to kiss down your exposed neck, careful not to leave hickeys and betray your actions upon your return to the Jedi temple. He ran his tongue down your neck and kissed your collarbones softly. In response you rolled your hips up again and elicited a rough moan from your master.
“Obi-wan, I want you inside of me.” You moaned softly, eyes shut and head still tilted back. Obi-wan moaned against your neck, his voice low and sexy, as if he needed a minute to process what you’d say and hold himself back from doing it.
“Darling we- love if you don’t stop doing that this will be over far too soon- darling we don’t have any condoms and I don’t think you’d appreciate if I got you pregnant-”
The moan you let out as you pressed against his erection again clearly surprised the man. You knew you could never have kids as a Jedi. You didn’t even particularly want them yet, you might never. Didn’t mean the thought of Obi-wan putting a kid in you wasn’t incredibly arousing in of itself.
“Don’t care.” You mumbled, feeling through his pretty grey speckled auburn hair and messing it up a little. “Obi-wan I need it so bad, we can deal with that later, please master, please.”
Obi-wan leaned up to look at you with a questioning look. “Have I seriously not taught you better than that padawan?” He ran his hands back down to your thighs and squeezed. “You’re sure you want that?”
“Yes, I’m more sure than I’ve ever been sure of anything.” You looked up at him with a reassuring look. You trusted him with your life. If things went wrong he would take care of you no matter what. You needed him in that moment, risks be damned.
“Alright darling, you can have me, I’m yours.” Large, rough hands moved softly up your chest. “May I remove this?” He asked, voice low and smooth like honey. You nodded and he unzipped the back of your sports bra, tugging it off of your arms and chucking it somewhere. You would have laughed at his clear eagerness if he didn’t immediately bring his hands to grope your breasts.
You gasped in a small breath as his thumbs lightly moved over your nipples, sending pleasant sparks of pleasure down your spine.
He moved lower down to your bottom half and gave you a small look for permission. You nodded and he tugged your pants and panties off, returning to his spot between your thighs and simply admiring you. You would have blushed in flustered embarrassment if not for his words.
“You’re gorgeous darling. If we had the time I would spend hours simply fucking worshipping you.” You gasped just hearing him. His hands explored your sides and down to your thighs, your legs were almost trembling already.
Daring yourself to meet his gaze you looked up at him and Obi-wan looked like he truly wanted to ravish you. You’d never seen the man in such a state. A few strands of hair fell out of place in front of his forehead. His pupils were dilated and his toned chest heaved, speckled with exceptionally manly grey and auburn hair. His gaze was so intense, eyes focussed on your exposed body until they moved up to meet yours.
What nearly killed you was the way he held eye contact as he moved away from you, lowering himself down until he could lift your legs softly over his shoulders. He kissed your thighs softly, still looking up at you as he sucked until a mark formed on your inner thigh.
“Obi-wan-” You whimpered softly. Not even asking for anything in particular, just needing anything from the man.
“Don’t worry my darling, your master will take care of you. Just be patient. Can you be patient?”
“Yes master, I can.” You mumbled softly.
He grinned with a mischievous look, continuing to kiss and mouth over your thighs until you couldn’t take it anymore. Your whining and moaning seemed to get his attention and he finally, finally gave in.
His grip on your thighs tightened softly and he leaned in, flatting his tongue and running it over your pussy once just to tease. You couldn’t hold in your moans of pleasure.
“Oh force, Obi-wan-”
He looked up at you with a look that could only be described as a man starved and then dove right back in without mercy.
You writhed and squirmed as his tongue flicked repeatedly over your clit before he sucked it into his mouth. You couldn’t help but arch your back, one hand coming down to grab at his hair. His beard rubbed softly over your inner thighs and only added to the overwhelming sensation.
The man was the negotiator, it was no shock that he was good with his mouth but force it was unbelievable. You’d never experienced this or anything even close in your life. The life of a Jedi meant you were really only reserved to alone time with your dominant hand, but you’d never tire of this feeling.
“Fuck, master… oh force, please-” His released your clit with an overwhelmingly dirty sound and then pressed his tongue further down, repeatedly fucking it inside of you. Your hand tightened in his hair and he moaned, making you gasp at the vibrations going through you. “Obi-wan!! I- ahh…”
He removed one hand from your thigh and before he could be confused he moved it to your cunt, just rubbing it teasingly over your cunt without pressing inside. As he moved back up to suck and lick wetly at your clit he pressed his finger inside of you finally. It felt heavenly and you could barely imagine what the real thing would feel like. Wait, oh force I think I’m getting close- I can’t, I want him inside me-
The redheaded man pulled away from eating you out and grinned up at you. “Darling, I can still hear your thoughts, you really should get a hold on that before I hear something I shouldn't.” There was a dominant, bossy tone to his voice, like when he was training you. It drove you mad and you blushed brightly.
“I can’t take this much- longer!” Your voice broke into a moan as he hit somewhere wonderful inside of you, sending sparks of pleasure through you. You could feel the warmth building in your tummy of your impending orgasm.
“Sweetheart I want you to come once for me, you’ll be nice and relaxed for when I fuck you properly. Can you do that for me darling, can you come for me?”
That was it, all he had to do was ask and your back arched, mouth falling open as you came around his fingers. You nearly screamed out his name as he fucked you through it, wet, dirty noises being drowned out by your relentless moaning.
“Oh gorgeous darling, you’re perfect. You listen so well don’t you?” He rambled on mindlessly, talking you through it.
As you finally came down from your high you took a moment to breathe, laying back. You felt Obi-wan move away from you for a second and your head snapped back up as you heard more clothing hit the pile. Your breath nearly got caught in your throat. “Fuck me.” You spoke aloud.
Obi-wan laughed at your reaction to his complete state of undress. The trail of ginger hair down his abdomen eventually reached his dick and, fuck. Will that even fit?? You prayed he hadn’t heard that thought, it was embarrassing enough as it was.
He crawled back over you again, hiking your legs over his own and leaning down to kiss you, large hands holding onto your waist. After a few more minutes of intense making out he pulled away, kneeling between your spread legs. “You’re sure you want this love?”
You nodded impatiently. “Yes Obi-wan I swear. I promise I want it.” You smiled at him genuinely. You truly loved him more than anything.
“Alright darling. Lift your hips for a moment?” You did as he asked. “Perfect sweetheart.” He softly rearranged some of the makeshift bed underneath your hips to make it comfier for you. Always the gentleman.”You’re such a good girl aren't you, always listen to me so well.”
You full-on whimpered. How dare he call you a good girl and not immediately fuck you. It was beyond teasing, it was just mean.
“Ready love?” He looked down at you with a soft, loving expression.
“Yes, please. Please Obi-wan, I want you so bad. Always have-”
He hissed softly as he wrapped a hand around his dick, he’d been neglecting touching himself the entire time in favour of pleasuring you. You’d have to graciously pay him back with a very enthusiastic blowjob later.
Slowly he pressed himself inside of your needy cunt. You gasped and grabbed onto his arm softly and Obi-wan instead moved his hand to hold yours gently. You squeezed his hand tighter as he entered you further, it felt like forever until he fully bottomed out. He threw his head back, flicking loose hair out of his place, mouth slightly parted. He looked like a god damn god above you.
“ Force , darling. You’re so perfect, it’s like you were made for me sweetheart.” He peppered soft kisses over your face as he let you adjust. “So tight and wet, you're taking me so well my darling padawan, I told you to trust your master to make you feel good.”
I could probably get off on his voice alone, oh force he feels amazing.
“We’ll have to test that theory of yours later darling,” Oh you needed to get a hold on this bond sharing thing the two of you had going on, “right now I desperately need to fuck you, can I move love?”
“Yes, force yes, move. Fuck me Obi-wan. Fuck me, please-”
He pulled out nearly all the way and sank back in quickly, making you gasp. As his rhythm sped up you moaned louder. He was still holding your hand and you squeezed it tightly. Your tits bounced with every thrust and you were so glad you were stranded in the middle of nowhere so no one could hear your whorish moaning.
Obi-wan moaned lowly and grunted with the effort of fucking you, he looked so hot when he concentrated like that. The muscles in his arms flexed as he held himself up and he moved the hand not holding yours to your thigh, squeezing tight.
“Obi-wan-” You moaned his name, you knew you sounded rather slutty but you couldn’t help it. “Talk to me please, I wanna hear you-”
“I can do that for you darling.” His voice sounded so rough, he fucked you harder and faster as he spoke. “You love when I talk to you don’t you? Love to hear your master tell you how good you are. Like to hear me say how pretty my girl looks when she’s getting fucked?”
You practically sobbed, other hand grasping at the floor to find something to hold.
“That’s my sweet girl, taking me so well. You look beautiful sweetheart, like you were absolutely made for me. When we have the time and space I will truly ravish you, I’ll take you apart again and again until youre a trembling mess and then put you back together again. Would you like that darling? For me to make you come again and again until all you can think about is me?”
Oh this was going to be over insanely fast. “Yes!! Yes master, please. I’m yours- I’m all yours, always!”
“My beautiful darling I know you're mine, you’ve always been mine. “His rhythm was growing shaky, he was clearly close. “And I’m yours too sweet thing, I always will be. Keep you safe and happy, keep you sated and pleased.”
“Obi-wan I’m gonna come again. I wanna feel it inside when you come, please. Make me yours-” You babbled unceremoniously, not even genuinely sure if your words were understandable as you partially slurred them together.
Your master’s movements stuttered and he gasped, mouth falling open. “Oh force, darling-” He let out a strangled moan and you felt him come inside of you. He let his head drop to your chest and he fucked you through his orgasm, setting off yours.
You gasped, wrapping your arms around him and came over his dick, moaning in tandem with him. “Obi-wan-!!” You moaned loudly, letting your head fall back.
He continued to fuck you through it until both of you were too sensitive to continue and then he simply laid on top of you to catch his breath. You absentmindedly ran a hand through his now sweaty hair.
“Force Obi-wan. You’re incredible.”
He laughed softly. “No my darling, you're incredible. I’m genuinely upset we haven't been doing that for much longer. So much lost time, hm?” He smiled up at you from where he was laid on your chest.
“We can make it up as much as you want.” You mused softly.
“Oh believe me, darling.” He said, kissing you once more. “I’ll take every damn opportunity you'll give me.”