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can u do a fic where the reader is obi-wans padawan…… perhaps where he has to punish her for something …….. :D
ummm this got away from me ,,, anyway enjoy ,, ⭐️🐰🫶🧸💌
♡ having anakin as a padawan made obi-wan sterner the second time around. but also … softer.
♡ which is why his preferred method of keeping you in line is taking you over his knee
♡ hardly ever is it a “punishment” spanking, but that’s because his regularly scheduled “maintenance” spankings do the job just fine
♡ once a week, late at night, your master slinks to your quarters as the sun sets, telling anyone who asks that you’re meeting for meditation before bed. when he walks in, you are—sat on your knees atop a thin meditation mat like the good girl you are. he tells you as such, coming up behind you and petting a hand over your hair, “my good girl. are you centering yourself for me?”
♡ “yes, master.” you open your eyes and turn to look up at him, resting your head on his thigh and squirming in anticipation, even as his presence quiets your mind, turning your thoughts into a pleasing, low buzz of safety and arousal
♡ you weren’t sure when obi-wan’s hands on you became arousing. maybe they always had been. you just pray to the force he doesn’t notice.
♡ “come now, padawan. let’s get you all sorted out.” he walks over to the singular place to sit in your meager padawan quarters—a soft, ottoman-like piece that’s just big enough for him. he pats his thigh and you stand up, going to him and standing between his spread legs. he reaches up, stroking your padawan braid between his fingers reverently before tugging gently so he can plant his lips on your forehead in a soothing gesture, before he’s cooing, “over my knee.”
♡you nod, and do as he says. you’re still clad in your robes, only missing your belt and boots. you’re so used to this that you no longer shake when you bend over, settling yourself over your masters lap with his help, your ass in the space between his legs and your fingers barely brushing the floor. he tugs up your tunics, just enough to expose your backside. never once has he gone as far to pull your leggings down, despite how you dream about it.
♡ before he begins, he rests a hand on the back of your thigh, squeezing once to signal he’s about to start. obi-wan tries not to be affected by the way your flesh pillows beneath his fingers through your pants. he doesn’t know when this started becoming arousing either, but he desperately wishes it would go back to when it wasn’t. you’re his padawan, for force’s sake.
♡ the sooner he gets it over with, the sooner he can return to his quarters and stand under the spray of his cold shower until he can’t feel a thing. so, he makes sure he’s got you secured, with one hand on your hip, then swings the other down in a swift crack against the meat of your ass.
♡ “why am i doing this?”
♡ “to make me a better jedi, master,” you tell him, panting already.
♡ crack. another hit, on your other cheek. your pretty voice, combined with the way your ass ripples, has him gritting his teeth. “that’s right, padawan.” slap slap slap. you make a hurt little sound. “master does this because he cares about you. because he wants you to succeed.”
♡ you try to contain your noises, and curl your toes as the spanking continues. he’s not even hitting that hard, he never does, but it stings, and sends desperate lightning bolts of forbidden arousal to your pussy, which you can feel getting warm and wet between your legs.
♡ your cute little ass won’t stop jiggling through your leggings, and he has to distract himself. he strikes you, over and over again, in quick enough succession that there’s no time for him to see the way your backside moves, and the sound of his slaps overpower your muffled whines. soon, the pain in his hand is threatening to take over the heat pooling in his gut.
♡ what obi-wan doesn’t expect, is the way you react. you’re usually so well behaved during your spankings, so docile. now, you’re squirming in his hold, like you’re trying to get away from him. of course, he can’t possibly guess it’s because his flurry of strikes have gotten you feeling like you could come from nothing at all, like your cunt may start pulsing in orgasm any second now just from being spanked by your master.
♡ “padawan,” he chastises, grabbing your hip even tighter and bringing his hand down. with the way you’re wriggling, it doesn’t land quite right, and hits dangerously close to your center. “what has gotten into you?” he grits out through his teeth as you kick your feet. you don’t seem to be reacting well to his strong-arming, so he settles his voice into a coo, even as he continues to spank you. “i need you to be good for me, little one. master can’t help you if you don’t let him.”
♡ his coddling only makes it worse. you thrash. “master,” you pout, and obi-wan cannot take it anymore. the irritation at your unusual outburst combines with his frustration at his own arousal and he growls, stopping his strikes only for a moment to grip the band of your leggings and tug, exposing your ass to him. your underwear are modest cotton, but pale pink—certainly not jedi issued. he’s truly lost it, because the only thing he can think to do in response to the obscenity of his own actions is to double down; slapping your exposed ass, and oh. this is is even worse. like this, he can see how his hand has already turned the skin pink like your panties.
♡ “master!” you cry out, sticking a hand behind you to block him, but he catches your wrist with his other hand.
♡ “no,” obi-wan says, sternly as he can, slapping your ass again and feeling his cock throb in his pants. he might be harder than he’s ever been in his entire life. “you know i do this because i love you.”
♡ you make a sound he’s never heard before, and this time when you thrash your legs, he can’t help looking where your legs part, and your panties cup the part of you he’s been thinking about for far longer than is appropriate.
♡ “fuck,” he suddenly curses. there’s a damp spot. you’re wet. his padawans pussy is drooling in her panties, just for him. from him. from his spanking.
♡ he forgoes the spanking, for now, forgetting himself completely and gripping your thigh tight, spreading you wider so he can get a better look. “oh, darling. why didn’t you tell me?” finally, you settle, and now you just shake, unsure of his reaction. “are you all wet from your spanking?”
♡ crying out, tears pool in your eyes as you’re stuck between arousal and embarrassment. still, you only feel yourself get wetter.
♡ obi-wan’s breath comes out in a shudder, and he slides his big hand up your thigh, and touches the damp spot with his thumb, just barely. “does it ache?” you don’t answer, only mewling, and he pushes his thumb against you harder, feeling his cock drool sticky pre-come into his briefs. “tell me, padawan. what’s worse? the soreness of your ass, or the throbbing of your little cunt?”
♡ “obi-wan,” you moan, finally looking over your shoulder at him, eyes big and wet.
♡ your master pumps his hips up, and against your hip you feel him, rock hard and rubbing on you. “it’s okay, honey, you don’t have to be embarrassed. look how hard you’ve made me.
♡ you continue to squirm, sweating in your robes. “hurts.”
♡ “mm, i bet it does,” he hooks a finger under the side of your panties and tugs it, exposing more of your ass. “you’re so pink.” he lets it snap back into place, then smoothes his hand over your ass completely, going down until he’s fully cupping your center. “and i bet this pussy’s all messy too, huh? is your cute little clit all puffed up for me?” he moves his hand in a big, sweeping circle over the whole of you, and it shouldn’t be as stimulating as it is. he’s just teasing you, watching the way the damp spot blooms and spreads.
♡ “what should i do with you, padawan?”
♡you suck in a shuddering breath, and gather your nerves, “i—i—,” you sniffle, and he slides his hand under your tunics to rub your back. “i need you to make it better, master.”
♡ obi-wan groans, and uses all the control he has left to gently lift you off of him, and get you settled the way he wants, on your back. he tugs your leggings all the way down, but leaves your panties. for now. he hovers over you, taking off his tunics and exposing his muscled, hairy chest. you whine at the sight, and he chuckles. “patience,” obi-wan purrs, before tugging his own trousers down just enough to free his cock, tucking the waistband under his heavy balls.
♡ overwhelmed, you have no idea what do with all the desire running through you, or with the sight in front of you. your master coos, settling down over you, lowering until his big cock nestles in the space between your thighs, pressing against your panties and throbbing against your cunt. he barely moves his hips, but moans like he’s sinking inside of you.
♡ “are you a virgin?” he’s a bit disgusted with himself for asking, but he can’t stop.
♡ “uh-huh,” you nod, trying to hump back up along his big cock.
♡ “ugh,” he groans, “of course you are. my perfect little padawan. master’s the only one that gets to touch you, isn’t he?” you make the same little uh-huh sound, and obi-wan lowers his head into your neck, holding himself up with one hand now so he can reach between your bodies and pull your panties down enough for his fat cock to slide along your wet cunt. padawans cunt. my padawans little, wet, virgin pussy.
♡“you’re perfect,” he mumbles into your neck, thrusting along you faster, breath hitching as he feels his leaking tip glide over your swollen clit. he brings his hand back up, and stuffs it under your tunics, until he’s cupping one of your breasts, squeezing it gently and rubbing his thumb over your nipple to hear the way you gasp.
♡ “master master master.” he covers you completely, and you’re drowning in the scent of him, so close that you can rub your nose along his neck and taste his sweat. “obi-wan,” you murmur as the tip of him nudges your entrance, “will you fuck me?”
♡ “oh, gods,” he pants, and fuck does he want to. he wants so terribly, so horribly, to sink his big cock in your pussy. no prep, no fingers, just the slick of how wet you are would be enough. he’d get so deep he’d knock your cervix, fucking right up against your womb until you were all swollen with his come like you should be.
♡ “i shouldn’t,” the reasonable part of him grits out, even as his hips pump faster and he imagines spreading you open, how cute you’d look as his come slides out of your used pussy, before he bends down to lap it up and suck on your clit until you squirt all over his face. “baby, honey, i can’t.”
♡ “please!” you beg, nudging your hips up and trying to catch the head of him at just the right angle to get his cock to sink in. “don’t you want to?”
♡ “padawan,” he hisses, letting go of your tits and bringing his hand back out to slap your thigh. “first, getting soaked from your master punishing you like a naughty little girl, and now begging him to fuck you? is that really what you want? for your master to take your virginity? you want master to own your cunt?”
♡ his words are too much, and you feel your pussy throb between your legs, pulsing as you’re sent over the edge by his voice and his weight and the thrust of his heavy cock against your soaked pussy and clit. it’s wordless, but you nearly scream, biting into his neck and bucking your hips to prolong the shaking of your legs.
♡ “fuck, fuck, oh, sweetheart, my pretty little padawan, let me feel that cunt throb, mess my cock just like that,” obi-wan stares down between your bodies, watching the wet pink of your pussy gliding along his cock, the sounds getting nastier and wetter and so fucking dirty it sends him right over the edge too, and your cute little pussy is getting painted white.
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call me your dumb little bunny while making me bounce on your cock 🐰
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When obi-wan calls himself daddy 🫠 my poor pussy. You write him so perfect 💖
oh boy do i have good news for you <3
more of obi-wan calling himself daddy
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baby, that's you // obi-wan x reader
u know that new doja song where she says "who's that man with the big strong hands..." yeahhhh <3
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summary: daddy kink activated
When you’d met him for the first time, you were anxiety ridden. Scared shitless, more like.
Mr. Skywalker — Anakin, you thought of him as now, after hearing his name spoken so casually so many times — had told you, while wrangling the twin’s into their coats after class, “They know their way around the place. I hate to put the burden of keeping an extra on on them to your load, but I’m afraid not warning you might be worse. It’s almost guaranteed they’ll try to slip away, you know, to see him.”
A week later, you’d forgotten all about it. The excitement of your class of ten year-olds surrounding the field trip to the Jedi Temple was far too easy to get lost in. Especially after you’d climbed all those grand stairs, marveling at the size of the place while the kids tittered with wonderment around you. You were led through the maze of the Temple by two Jedi Knights, who accepted all the enthusiasm with grace, pointing out this and that, educating your students about their culture and history. By the time mid-day meal rolled around, and everyone was corralled into one of the refectories to eat, Mr. Skywalker’s warning had completely slipped your mind.
Until you counted them off in preparation to resume the tour. Luke and Leia were nowhere to be found. Your heart sunk.
While your panic was quickly deterred, “We assure you, there’s nowhere safer they could be. We’ll find them in no time,” your embarrassment seeped in as the Jedi Knight spoke on their com links to various other Jedi, presumably.
“It’s the Skywalker twins.”
“Surely they’ve only gone off to find Master Kenobi.”
“I’ve reached him, says he’s in the gardens. Two floors up, south wing.”
They offered to go fetch the twins, but you were already behind schedule as is, so you told them to continue with the tour and point you in the direction of Master Kenobi. You’d collect the twins and meet up with them shortly. Somehow you navigated yourself through the maze, and let out a sigh of relief when you turned a corner, the ornate tiled floors turning into grass, and caught sight of Luke and Leia.
Their backs were to you, and they were staring up at the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. Bathed in the light coming in from the room completely made of windows, the sun shone on his bare chest, catching on the auburn hair flecked with grey, making the dripping down his torso glisten.
When you called him Master Kenobi, his mouth quirked and he looked at you a little too intensely, “Please, call me Obi-Wan.” He wouldn’t take your apology for the inconvenience. Your stomach fluttered when he knelt down and kissed Luke and Leia on their heads. “You’re welcome to visit me anytime, my darlings, just not during school hours.” He sent the three of you on your way, the twins each grasping a hand on either side of you. When you looked back, he was still watching you.
Weeks later. A horribly lit bar. A Coruscanti accent like velvet from behind you, “Small galaxy, isn’t it?” You brought him home. He fucked you so good you saw stars. “I’d like to see you again,” he’d said as he clipped his lightsaber back onto his belt. You could smell your cunt on his beard when he kissed your forehead before walking out the door.
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You’ve lost track of how many times he’s fucked you. Though, this was the first time you were in his bed, rather than rolling around in yours. The sheets smell like him, the whole place smells like him, and it makes you clench, pussy throbbing around his soaked cock.
Obi-Wan drags his lips down your throat, leaving wet kisses in his wake while his hands caress up your body until his cupping your tits, thumbing over your nipples until you gasp and he’s leaning back to watch you with that same intense look. He leans in to lap to one softly, teasing you with the barely-there press of his tongue. Your toes curl behind you when he opens up to kiss your nipple, sucking it into his mouth and laving his tongue in circles as your back arches further and further into him. “Love these tits,” he murmurs, taking away his mouth and putting his hands back, squeezing your breasts and watching the way they move in his hands. He always talks about wanting to fuck them, press them together and hump his wet cock in that little valley. Watch that pretty face blush so pink before I shoot my load all over it. He also says he’ll probably never get around to it, because your cunt distracts him. “Perfect,” he smiles, pinching one of your nipples on the harsh side, just to watch you squirm.
In retaliation, you push him down onto his back, sitting astride him. The sight of him below you makes you dizzy, and you grind forward, dragging your clit against his pubic hair. “That’s it, darling,” he tells you, grip on your hips encouraging you to move, while your own twists in his chest hair. You stop grinding and lift yourself up, watching his eyebrows furor in pleasure before sinking back down. You repeat the movement over and over again, lifting yourself higher and higher each time until your pussy is sucking in the tip of him with every roll of your hips. He feels like heaven inside of you, thick and hot and dragging along your walls. There’s a wet little smack every time your bodies meet, and he must like the flush that comes over you at the sound of it, because he starts running his mouth.
“You hear that, sweetheart? Your wet little cunt sucking me in?” Obi-Wan’s grip tightens, before he’s moving it around to grab at your ass, helping you fuck yourself down on him. “So pretty like this, and so fucking wet. If I could stand the thought of you not being on my cock, I’d have you come up here and ride my face.” That has you moaning, and you feel your nipples tighten at the words. “Oh, you like that idea? You’d like to come up here and drag yourself all over my mouth until I’m all messy with it?”
“Obi-Wan,” you gasp, your legs starting to twitch as you feel your orgasm building. He grabs you even harder, pulling you down onto him and fondling your ass with his big, strong hands. It’s overwhelming, and makes you so horny that you look down at him, clawing at his pecs, and tell him, “You can — you can hit me.”
His pupils dilate, and a moment later you’re rocked by the crack of his palm against your ass. It lights you up, sets you on fire. “Again,” you moan, slowing down and grinding against him. Obi-Wan obliges, and it’s even harder than the last one. He rubs his hands over your ass where he’s spanked you, then keeps on going. Hit after hit, making your backside start to throb in time with your clit. Once he digs his nails into your skin, you whine and lift yourself off his cock, but he slams you back down and spanks you again.
“Dirty girl,” he growls, rolling his hips up into you.
“Yeah, yeah,” you breathe incoherently, eyes closed and held tilted toward the ceiling. Then the air is being told from your lungs as he manhandles you off of him and onto your stomach. You have no time to gather your bearings before he’s over you, rubbing the leaking head of his cock against your slit from behind. Thrashing your head against the sheets, you gasp out his name as he pushes into you again, filling you up with his fat cock until you feel like it’s in your stomach. In your womb. And that thought makes you even more wild, so you try to push back on his cock, show him how badly you need him to fuck you, but he lays a hand on the small of your back and keeps you planted. When you glance behind you, you see him idly rubbing on of his own nipples with his free hand. He looks so good like this, sweaty and handsome like he did on that first day, but now that you know how filthy he is, you only want him more.
“Obi-Wan,” you whine. He doesn’t ask what you want, he already knows. With one last slap to your ass that makes you jolt, he brings both hands to your waist and starts pounding his cock into you. “Ah — ah!” You cry out, gripping the sheets while your body is jostled. The sound of your bodies meeting is even more obscene now, with how aggressive he’s being, and it makes your toes curl.
His breathing is so harsh above you, and when you look back again, his gaze is planted on where your bodies meet, watching your ass ripple with every slam of his hips — but he notices you looking and traps you with his gaze, slowing down his thrusts but adding that much more punch to them, making you let out an embarrassing sound every time he sinks all the way inside of you. “You like that fucking cock?” He asks. The more cliche and porn-sounding his dirty talk gets, the more turned on he is, losing his usual ability to come up with something more original, but the simple, filthy words make turn you on so much you try to fuck yourself back on his cock again, and then buck forward to drag your clit against the bed below you, searching for more friction.
Crack. It’s the hardest one yet, rattling all the way up to your teeth and making you say something you’ve never said before, but have thought many, many times.
“Daddy!”
As soon as it comes out, you’re slapping your palm over your mouth, eyes widening in mortification. Obi-Wan stops moving inside of you, and for a moment, there’s just the sound of his ragged breathing.
Your heartbeat pounds in your ears for a moment, and then your breath is stolen again by Obi-Wan pulling out of you and dragging you to the end of the bed, where he positions you over the edge of his with your feet on the floor, and his cock brushing against your ass. His palms sweet over your body, rubbing over back, caressing your ribs and flanks, smoothing up to your shoulders as he leans over you, one hand coming to tangle in your hair as he whispers against your temple, “Call me that again.”
You shiver under him, panting while his trails his lips over the part of your face he can reach, before his hands are smoothing back down your body again and his weight retreats. Crack. You try to snap your legs shut out of instinct, it hurts so much, but his body stops you. “Daddy,” you whimper.
“Fucking hell,” Obi-Wan growls, hips bucking, thrusting against you. He takes his cock in hand and shoves it between your legs, dragging it along your dripping cunt. When it slides over your clit, and push back, and he allows it this time, slapping his cock against your pussy from behind and moaning at the sloppy sound of it.
You swallow a mouthful of drool and relish in the slide of him against your slit, hot and hard, until you can’t stand not having him inside you anymore.
“Obi-Wan, fuck me hard. Fuck me so hard,” you plead, burying your head in your arms and trying to spread your legs even further. With a hum, he stops dragging his cock through your folds, and simply brings a hand to squeeze at the tender, abused flesh of your ass. You know what he wants. “Please, daddy.”
Then, his weight comes back over you, just for a moment, enough to lay a gentle kiss at the top of your spine and whisper “That’s a good girl,” into your skin. You cry out when he pulls back again before sliding his cock in, smooth and slow. You can feel every ridge of him, and when he takes his time like this, it makes you so wet it’s almost embarrassing. By now, he knows that, and takes full advantage of it, keeping his thrusts languid and easy, slowly building up both of your pleasure while the sounds between you get messier and messier. You’re almost delirious with how good it feels to be filled dup by Obi-Wan like this, but you’re aware enough to know your slick is probably dripping down onto his balls by now.
“Look at you, pretty thing. All fucked out, aren’t you? Does it feel that good?” He accompanies the words with a harsher thrush that makes you inhale sharply. His hands come back to your ass, petting at it, spreading you open so he can get a better look at where he’s sunk into you. “Mm, your pussy looks so cute stretched around daddy’s big cock, sweetheart.” He continues to drag his hands over you, even as he lifts one leg onto the bed to fuck into you faster. More slaps to your ass come as he picks up the pace, just toying with you now — the spankings miss the sting they had in the beginning, but you’re sore enough that they still bite as he goes between hitting you and fondling you from behind.
One sloppy caress, fingers dragging inward, is all it take for him to accidentally be petting over the rim of your ass, and despite the way he immediately draws his hand back, afraid of overstepping, the touch is lee trip and has you biting into the sheets, getting them all wet with your drool. “You — you can —“ you start to pant, and his hands drift back, thumb drawing big, sweeping circles closer and closer until they’re nearly touching, framing your entrance.
“Darling?” He questions. So polite, never taking what he’s not sure you’re ready to give him. It makes you ready to give him anything.
“You can touch me there,” you whisper, looking coyly over your shoulder to see Obi-Wan's cheeks aflame and his chest heaving. He’s looking at you like he wants to eat you. His gaze flits down, and you feel him pulling you apart with his hands, making you flush with arousal and embarrassment at the same time. You watch his mouth twitch for a moment, and then he’s spitting on you. You clench at the feeling of it dripping over you, and he groans at the grip around his cock, or maybe at the sight of your ass flexing, covered in his spit. When he finally drags a thumb over your rim, you mewl, straining your legs with how far you’re trying to spread them for him. In circles, he presses at your ass, keeping a steady pressure while his hips start moving again, until the wet slap of your bodies meeting is back, and you’re throwing yourself back onto his perfect cock over and over and over again. It feels so good, but you want even more, so you reach back to try and spread yourself further — you don’t get what you want. He curses, low and rumbly, and pulls out again, leaving you bereft and so fucking empty it aches.
“Obi-Wan, what —“
“Knee’s up on the bed.” He sounds incensed, and you’re helpless to do anything but what he says. On shaky legs, you get your knees back under you on the mattress, your head coming back to rest in your arms and letting out a yelp when you feel him suddenly plunge three fingers back into your cunt. You’re so slick and open from his thick cock that they’re easy to take, and you can’t help your eyes from rolling back in your head when he starts to curl them, dragging them over that spot that makes you delirious.
It only gets better when he leans down and laves his tongue over your rim. You can’t believe proper, respectful, polite Master Kenobi is making out with your ass. The thought of anyone knowing how dirty he really can be — how dirty he is for you — makes your pussy flutter around his fingers, and he moans against your ass, lapping at you until your just as wet there as your cunt is.
“Oh, oh, fuck, Obi-Wan,” you mumble into your arm, biting at it when you feel his tongue prod, trying to get inside.
Crack. “That’s not what you call me.”
“Fucking —“ Crack. “Fuck, Daddy!”
He speaks against your ass, and it’s mortifying and thrilling and so fucking hot all at once, feeling him there. “Beg daddy to fuck you.” Clearly he’s too far gone to care whether your begging is impressive or not, because after the first please daddy fuck me leaves your mouth, he’s flipping you over again, laying on his back and sitting you down on his cock. This time, he lets you adjust, holding your face in his hands and looking at you all starry-eyes and fuck-drunk. “Baby,” he murmurs, before taking your lower lip between his teeth. It’s one of his lesser-used pet names, only coming out when he’s really out of it. You lean into him, putting your weight down and letting him rock his hips up into you. You already feel close.
Obi-Wan’s hands stray from your face to your hips, holding onto them and tugging you tighter against his body as he fucks up into you harder and harder, pushing the breath from your lungs and making you want to bury your face in his neck. But you can’t stop looking at him; the hair that falls in his face, his pretty blue eyes with the pupils blown out, that strong nose you want to grind into your clit, and that perfect fucking beard that makes you sigh out again, “Daddy…”
It makes him moan, a broken little thing so raw that you know his orgasm is approaching. He manages to shive a and between the two of you and traps your clit between two of his knuckles, and tugs in time with the sway of his hips, which speed up as you start to whine louder and louder, higher and higher.
“‘M gonna fucking come,” you say, as his other hand drags up to play with one of your nipples, and his hips start to stutter. He’s fucking you so hard, so good, and when he leans in to suck at your tongue in greedy pulsed that match the squeeze of his knuckles on your clit, you’re pushed over the edge, and are sent into a quaking, crying, dizzying orgasm that has you moaning out Obi-Wan and Daddy and s string of curses you can’t even remember. You can tell he comes when his mouth goes lax, so you switch and slide your tongue over his, tasting his moans while he shakes and whines under you until he slumps.
Once you’ve both caught your breath, he cups your face in a big, warm hand and rolls the both of you over, and nuzzles down to rest his head on your chest, kissing along your tits again. “You’re lovely,” he murmurs.
“You’re filthy,” you tell him, sliding a hand through his hair.
Crack.
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#i know i dont post that much but would anyone want me to make a tag list ??#also pls dont judge my typos i wrote this in a horny stupor#obi-wan smut#obi wan kenobi smut#obi wan kenobi x reader#obi wan x reader#🐇
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m gonna try to write something for this account today 🐰⭐️🧸💌
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AHHHHH whoever sent me that request w obi-wan x innocent reader … pls know i am losing my MINDDDDD RN U GOT ME 😵💫🥺😫🤤 NO THOUGHTS. PUSSY FULL. and when i say no thoughts i mean i’m gonna write it lol. peace n love. <3333
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PLEEEEK COME BACK BESTIE
here i am 🥺🫶⭐️🍯
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Pretty Young Thing
One-shot
Pairing: Obi-Wan/FemReader
Warnings/Tags: Explicit content. Just filth. PWP. Listen, I just wanted to give this man a break. He deserves gratuitous sex and alcohol.
"No names."
It was the singular rule he had, in all the years you'd known him.
Was 'known' the right word? Did you consider yourself an acquaintance if you know exactly how slow he likes to fuck, but you don't ask him where his newest scar came from, and he doesn't ask you why you've moved apartments?
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Sometimes he had you repeat it back to him when you first started meeting; a sort of reassurance for him that nothing could follow him back to his life - back to reality. You would whisper it to him without hesitation.
"No names," he would remind you breathlessly while shedding his clothing, one hand remaining on your skin, his mouth inches from your ear.
"Don't worry," you would assure him.
He'd rake his fingers over your shoulders, pulling you closer and pressing his mouth urgently against yours. "Say it- say it back."
You would grin, always uncertain if he was asking to make sure you understood, or just working himself up more. He liked to hear the words, and you always knew by the way his body responded when you said them.
"No names."
Tonight, the words ring in your head as you lean against the bar, replaying the images of past nights in the back of your mind, waiting. You were always waiting on him.
That afternoon you'd heard he was back on Coruscant, and your last meeting of the day couldn't end soon enough. You both knew the time and place. If he was on the planet, you never missed the spot. Some nights he left you waiting until the bar closed, never making an appearance. But you knew if he could come, he would. And he was always worth the wait.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
You're surrounded by pulsing bodies and throbbing music which makes it nearly impossible to hear one individual over all the noise. But that voice will always get your attention.
He leans in closer as you tilt your gaze in his direction. "Or were you waiting for someone?"
You smile. "I was, but he's disappointed me before. I was just about to leave."
His eyebrows raise. "Anyone who would disappoint you must be very foolish." He pauses. "Or exceedingly disappointed, himself. The only thing that could be more important than a night with you would be the fate of the galaxy."
He adds another pause while your mouth twists in feigned displeasure. "...one would imagine."
His mouth slides into a grin, and you can't help but return it, the way his eyes sparkle when they meet yours. He pulls his attention away to signal the bartender, and when you take your drink and leave, he follows you to a dark corner. You turn to face him when you reach the wall, away from prying eyes.
You take a sip, while he downs half of his drink in a single, greedy swallow. He places the glass on a nearby table and stands next to you, first curling one arm around your back, slowly, then following it with the rest of his body to move behind you. He rests the back of a finger against your shoulder and smooths it down your bare arm as you continue to sip.
A shiver runs through you at his touch, and you keep staring forward. "Your hair is so long, now."
You feel him smile against your cheek when he presses himself closer to you. "Haven't had much time for a cut, I'm afraid."
"I like it," you tell him. "Makes you look younger."
He laughs, and you love the way it feels, the vibrations leaving his chest and sinking into your back. "I suppose I need all the help I can get."
A new song begins, changing the atmosphere from loud and fast-paced to a darker mood, more intense. His body starts to move against yours, rolling from his shoulders down to his waist. You lean into him, eyes closing when he lets his head come down to your shoulder and his beard tickles your neck. His rich, clean scent saturates your brain with thoughts only of him, and how much you've missed the feel of him against you.
You both get lost in the music for a long time, enjoying the escape of dancing without thinking. His arms surround you, and you turn to look at his face. The sickly lights of the scummy bar reflect over his features and he's positively radiant, as usual. You lean in for a kiss. His mouth welcomes you as it always does, perfect and soft, the taste of him as sweet as ever, even through the notes of liquor on his breath.
He returns your kiss with a languid swipe of his tongue, only breaking hesitantly away after a long moment to check your surroundings. You know he's looking to see if anyone is staring, but you take the opportunity to flag down someone walking past, carrying a tray of drinks. You exchange a few credits and press the shot into his hand.
"You need to loosen up."
He gives you another grin, his teeth glinting in the dim light as he throws back the shot. He doesn't react, doesn't squint, doesn't pause. It might well have been water, the way he instantly goes back to kissing you.
When his lips meet yours, everything else becomes a blur - the bar, the street outside, the back of the cab, your apartment. Details. Unimportant when he's tugging on your bottom lip, swiping his tongue over yours, parting your mouths to softly brush his thumb over your jaw. Only a brief moment seems to pass, and all at once you're keying in the code to the front door of your apartment.
You tumble through the door, kicking it closed behind you, and he's already pulling off his clothes. He drops his grey cloak at the door, stepping over it to push you toward the seating area of your living room. His hands fall to the waist of his pants, carelessly tugging at the hem of his shapeless blue shirt, pulling it over his head before you can even ask. His mouth is back at your neck as soon as he's free, his bare shoulders crowding you, pressing you down into the couch.
Your arms slide down his back and you suppress a whine at the way his fingers impatiently unfasten the front of your shirt. As soon as you feel his bare skin on yours, your hand plummets downward desperately. His hands have finished their work, pulling the front of your shirt open just as you make contact. He stops, back hunched, and drops his head forward. The way his locks of hair fall forward over his face is immaculate, and you take your time, just soaking in the sight of him.
His eyes are closed, brows furrowed. The shadows of his eyelashes darken his face. You brush your hand over the length of him through his pants. His mouth falls open.
"Touch me," he whispers, leaning in to close his mouth over yours. "Touch me."
You pull your palm over the front of his pants, enjoying the shape of him, then dip your fingers below his waistband and start to stroke him, finally making contact with the warmth of his skin. You revel in the way he instantly thrusts against your open hand. You've barely grazed him and he's already bucking earnestly for more.
"I'm going to put on some music," you murmur into his ear, leaning upward and taking your hand out of the front of his clothes.
"Ngh?" he makes a desperate noise at the loss of contact and you smile at the way his gorgeous blue eyes gloss over with confusion, following your movements as you reach for a remote on the table nearby. You know he tends to lose himself even more when you play music for him.
It reminds you of the first time you did this. Years ago, when he was a fresh knight, barely more than a padawan, and you were just a senator's intern, newly arrived on the planet. He'd been so shy, so unsure of himself. So unsure of what he wanted. You'd chatted all night, and when you'd mentioned your love for music he'd invited you to listen to him play the quetarra back in his quarters. Of course he'd said he wasn't any good, only an amateur, but he'd played beautifully. Since that night you'd met at every opportunity throughout the changing of your respective careers. And never once had he asked your name. He insisted it kept him from forming an attachment, and you were only so happy to oblige, so long as he kept coming back.
The music is playing now, filling the apartment with quiet pulses of bass. No sooner have you put down the remote than he's sliding his leg between your knees, spreading them on the couch, and kissing your neck. His hand deftly unfastens the clasp of your belt and moves it to the side, slipping beneath the waist of your pants. He lets out a soft breath when his fingers drop easily between your legs. You're almost embarrassed at the way his hand is slicked with you, but he makes a quiet "Oh..." sound against your neck and it's instantly clear how much it turns him on.
He pulls back to look down at you, locking his eyes onto yours as he pushes two fingers inside you, the corners of his eyes crinkling when he grins wickedly at your response. You gasp, gripping the side of his forearm, muscles there tight as he starts to work his fingers inside you, brushing up against the perfect spot he knows will melt you into a whimpering mess.
It doesn't take long before you're biting back pitiful noises, writhing against him as he pulls your sanity apart. You're not above begging when it comes to him, and he knows it. He's waiting for it.
"Please..."
He cups your jaw in his hand and kisses you deeply, still pumping his fingers diligently, maddeningly.
"Anything. What is it?"
"Need you. Please. Please, fuck me."
All the lightness leaves his face at once. He's no longer in a playful mood when he tugs the front of your remaining clothes down, pressing one hand into the couch beside your head while the other wraps around his cock. His knees keep your legs spread, and in one fluid motion, he's inside you.
He doesn't even stop to let you process the sensation of him. He's inside you and his pace is immediate and perfect. Slow, steady, gorgeous. The only sound he makes when you're finally wrapped around him is a quiet panting, the usual rigid air about him being incrementally replaced with an animalistic state of zen.
You feel every inch of him, the way he gives it to you as if each movement is an artistic choice, building and building the warmth inside you until you're shamelessly moaning for more. You arch your back, giving him more room to fill you, and his pace finally stutters. You smirk at the way his eyes roll back.
"You feel incredible."
His hips start to snap, his rhythm faltering. "Don't... don't say things like that, or I won't... last..."
You can't help it. A groan escapes you at his admission and you buck your hips upward to meet him. "So good. So fucking... good."
"Stars," he gasps, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut. "Shit-"
He pauses, clenching his jaw as if concentrating deeply, holding back. Finally, he rasps, "Darling, come for me."
He slides a hand between your legs and gently works his thumb over you, bringing you screaming over the edge all at once, your hands flying up to grip his neck, desperately grasping to make sure he keeps pounding into you while you whimper out your bliss.
He keeps his rhythm steady, working out every last drop of your orgasm until you're spent and gasping for air, before he finally begins to lose his composure, raggedly grinding into you. He brings a hand behind your head, fingers tangling into your hair while he finishes, his cock sliding in and out of you as his cum spills out between your legs, coating the insides of your thighs in a sticky, beautiful mess.
He stays inside you like this for a long time, arms shaking, as you both catch your breath. His face is glowing when he looks down at you, catching your lips in a messy half-smiling kiss.
You let out a deep sigh, brushing your hands through his hair when he finally slides out of you and collapses beside you. You're going to lie like this for as long as you can. Breathless, thoughtless, nameless, and wrapped in the arms of Obi Wan fucking Kenobi, you're going to fall asleep.
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do you have any obi wan thots 🙏🤞
of course i do ! and im sorry its been so long besties !!im trying to get back in the swing of things, so heres a sloppy list of things that give me a heart beat in my pussy <3
i saw something on here the other day about pussy drunk obi-wan and I have not been able to stop thinking about it. him not wanting to come up from between your legs, looking at you with his beard sopping and a lazy smile and eyes half lidded. you���re sloppy wet but he keeps spitting on your pussy anyway, rubbing it around all foamy and thick with his fingers. “do you think I can make you squirt this time, darling?” making you come over and over again until you try to squirm away but he doesn’t let you. wraps a hand around your thigh to keep your cunt pressed against his mouth while his other hand presses soothing little circles into your tummy. “your clit is so cute when it’s all swollen and puffy…” before he’s grinding his nose into you and moaning into your pussy. ugh i just want him to suck my clit 🥺🥺🥺🫶
surprisingly sensitive obi-wan … loud in bed obi-wan … i like to think that jedi sex education has an emphasis on not being ashamed about your sexuality. obi-wan was never indoctrinated with that bullshit that makes men quiet in bed. he doesn’t care about coming off needy. he is needy. when your in his lap, and you run your hands over his chest and grab his pecs, running your nails over his nipples … he arches into the touch and lets out the sweetest little sounds …. “please, please. touch me.” he begs for you to fuck him, to suck his cock. when your on your knees teasing him, letting the fat head of his cock leak all over your cheeks but not putting it in your mouth, he can only half stop his hips from twitching. “suck me, please, sweetheart. I need your mouth, look how im dripping for you.”
JUST THE TIP OBI-WAN !!!! him just slipping the head in … feeling the way your pussy tries to pull him in deeper … eyes rolling back in his head from that alone and you KNOW that little piece of hair is falling in his face. you beg him to move but he can’t, can’t let his cock sit even an inch inside you for another second. he has to pull out and start thrusting against your cunt, the slide of it smooth and the sounds so fucking nasty cus you’re so wet and you’ve never seen his cock leak so much before … thrusting against you and the tip of him bumping your clit over and over … hot and soft and wet wet wet … until he shakes and whines “fuck!” and covers your pussy in his come, still fucking his softening cock against you until he’s slipping the head in again to push some of his load inside of you 💞💞…
getting put over obi-wans knee :)))) “you’ve been a bad, bad girl.” it should be corny, but coming out of his mouth, it’s not. he spanks you until you squirm, and then he’s tugging your panties down and starts laying into your bare ass with his big hand, over and over and over again. when you start tearing up, he asks “open your legs for me, honey” and you think you’re about to get some real relief but he just starts slapping your pussy and you pout and whine and beg with every harsh little tap against your drooling cunt and neglected clit. every few hits he stops to lick his hand.
self indulgent here but obi-wan calling you bunny <3 “do you know what bunnies do, my love? they bounce. can you come over here and show daddy what a good bunny you are?” while he strokes his big cock <3333
#after all of this he kisses my forehead btw ...#obi-wan smut#obi wan kenobi smut#obi wan x reader#obi wan kenobi x reader#🐇
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i hope i’m not just a tumblr user to u guys but also a daughter figure 🐰
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