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georgiapeach30513 · 6 months ago

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Victim of the Circumstance, Part 7

Summary: some time with Mace to figure it out

Pairings: James Mace X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, degradation, boob worship, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5.1K

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You click your fingers on your clean nail table. Biting on your lip while you think of what to do. You had a cancellation for someone getting a mani and pedi, and now have too much time on your hands.

Today is one of Mirabelle’s off days with homeschool, so she’s with Hazel until lunchtime. And you’re itching to see James. You haven’t been able to get him off your mind. You still feel his lingering touches, and the deep stretch he gave your body all over. If it wasn’t just entering in you, it was having you twisted and turned in so many ways that you’re still sore. And you can’t stop thinking about it. You love that little reminder that he had you in every way he could think of.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you look at a family photo of Sy holding Benning and your pregnant belly. “I was never going to stay single forever. And yeah, he’s a bit young, but not too young. It’s not like I picked him up after high school. And you even told me before Benning was born if something happened to you to make sure I found someone that was good to me and your kids. Neither of us saw us just having two kids or you leaving, but…”

You smile wistfully at yourself. Your hand runs down your neck, and you try to remember that amazing thing James did with his mouth. “We’re just messing around. Not unlike you and me. I think I kinda like him though. And our daughter really likes him, and he’s so sweet to our special girl. Sy, this has been so hard, raising your children alone. You know how you are. And Benning can be so much like you, but I miss the fun side of him. So if you could please not judge me for going to take Mace one of my meal preps today so we can have lunch together.”

You decided in that second you want lunch with him and Mirabelle. You know she is going to stay right by his side while she sells her overpriced orange juice. You’ll make her a cute little lunch that you hope will distract her from whatever is happening between you and James. Even if it’s just lingering looks and smiling glances. The last thing you want is either of your children picking up that anything is going on.

And what exactly is going on? Is this just sex? Or is this the beginnings of a relationship? You aren’t opposed to either because you didn’t know how to do relationships anymore and never had a casual sex relationship. Clearly, you would have to have this conversation with him. If he wants to continue on. What if he didn’t? What if that was just that night and he is already bored with you? What if he realizes a woman with kids, and no father in the picture means that he has to step up.

If things progressed past the bedroom it stands to reason he would be a big part of their life. Eventually. And would you want that? You would have to give up some of the responsibility and let James parent, and that thought terrifies you. Especially with Mirabelle. All she has ever known is you.

And Will. And Casey. And Harley. And Hazel.

Okay, thinking about it like that doesn’t make things quite as bad. It sounds — normal. Have you ever been normal before? Why hadn’t you ever thought of the fact you haven’t fully done things alone. But if James and you continue, you would hope the eventual plan would be for him to move in. And if he’s here he is taking on a father role.

And now you’re getting ahead of yourself and spiraling in thoughts when all you were wanting to do is make Mirabelle a cute adorable lunch, so you could look at James and his handsome face. And maybe some other things. You take a deep breath, whispering your name, and telling yourself this is just lunch. Get through that first and then see where else it takes you. One thing at a damn time.

It’d just been so long since you have done this. And the one and only time you did you ended up married, and you know that is the exception, so you try not to get your hopes up. But James is young, so he could want very different things than you do. And if he wants to be with you more seriously, he would have to become a father figure.

Putting the food containers in a lunch bag, you walk over to the store with your whirlwind of thoughts. They just keep coming no matter how you try to quiet them. An onslaught of thoughts that could potentially talk you out of whatever is happening with James, and that is something you don’t want. Instead you push them deeper inside of you, and make notes to eventually talk about this with him. You don’t want to be that woman, but sooner rather than later would be best. You don’t want to catch feelings if he’s not entertaining that part of your life.

Walking into the store you see Mirabelle jumping around Hazel wildly, “I get to go with Harley! I do!” She does a cute little twirl before curtsying to you. “Just me and Harley!”

“Yes, now finish stacking those navel oranges, girl.”

“Mommy! Hazel said I can go with Harley to the mart, I can! I’ve never been, nope,” Hazel and Harley always nurture her love of the grove and her want to learn about it. Of course they would cater to her days off with doing things for the store.

“When is this happening?” She runs towards you, jumping into your arms as she snuggles all over your neck. “Baby, when are you leaving?”

“I was on my way to ask you, I was,” goodness, she is seriously the cutest little thing with her chubby cheeks squishing her face when she smiles. She is also the sweetest, rubbing her hands up and down your arms.

“No, she was going to stack the navels. Mirabelle Syverson, don’t make me use your middle name. If you want to help Harley at the mart, you best get your chores done. You’ve got less than three minutes,” she wiggles out of your arms, and grabs up her little basket. Marching over to the navel oranges she starts stacking them, and Hazel comes beside you. “You have a moment?”

She gives your lunch bag a good look over, and you tuck it behind your back. Why did you feel so much like a child when it came to James? Mirabelle hadn’t spotted anything, and it might be very nice to have lunch with just him. “Yeah, I had a mani/pedi cancellation. And was going to have lunch outside with my girl, and…”

“That cute man that works for Will?” You shake your head no. Suddenly feeling like a teenage girl not wanting to admit to her parents she liked a boy. “Uh huh. I guess that’s why you guys weren’t walking through the grove the other night? He forgot a sock.”

“Hazel!”

“Now I thought to myself, why in the world would he have to take off a sock? I suppose he could have just stuck his feet in the water like you always do. But then when you came out of the grove both your hairs were wet, but the clothes were dry. And then I ask myself how could they be soaked, and the clothes are dry unless they jumped in the river with no clothes on. You know there’s gators in there, right?”

Your eyes go wider as you realize that her she-shed is facing the easiest way to get in and out of the grove. She always noticed when you went in there, and kept an eye on the house and your babies. But you never expected her to use it against you like that.

“Now, I’m not going to tell you what you should and shouldn’t do, and that man is cute! I just know that your pretty little brain is on overdrive trying to talk yourself in and out of whatever is going on. I know that your thoughts are on your kids, but let me remind you that your kids want their mama happy. And sweetheart, you’re smiling more. And dare I say you’ve been looking good. Do you have on perfume?”

“Yes,” there’s no reason in lying to Hazel. You liked the man. Really liked him. And you’ve felt him. You’ve felt him in places that haven’t been touched in too long that it awakened something inside of you. You want him.

“And you didn’t hear it from me, but the east side of the orchard won’t have any workers in it. You know the one with the shade, that you can’t see the road or the store from? The one that has that cute little bench. Nobody will be there,” she gives you a tap to your shoulder before smiling towards your baby, “Alright Mirabelle, get your purse, and go tell Harley it’s time to go. Don’t go sniffing around other people’s marmalade either. You know I got the best one in the state of Florida.”

She playfully stomps towards the two of you, and stands right in front of you. With her head thrown back and her lips puckered for a kiss, “I will miss you until I get back, I will. Have a stu-st-st-stupenjuice day.”

“You, too, my angel. Have a stupenDOUS day.”

“Yep, that is what I said,” she lets out a little giggle, kissing you again.

“I love you. Tell Harley to buy you something good for lunch though,” you wait for her to meet him out by the old truck, and sigh as you look at Hazel. “I’m definitely not going to be gone for long, and we’re definitely just eating lunch.”

“And you’re definitely a little liar. But I hope you definitely have some safe fun.”

“We’re just going to be eating lunch,” you say, turning to walk towards Mirabelle’s orange juice stand. Already spotting James making his way to the stand that is still empty and closed for today. Getting close enough to see that Mirabelle taped a sign on the front of it.

“My little swindler has left me high and dry today,” he says, squinting at you. He needs sunglasses. It’s too hot in Florida, and he’s going to hurt his eyes. “You didn’t have to come out here, and tell me she was closed. She made sure to leave a note. I just don’t know what I am going to do. Probably thirst to death.”

“Would you be up for lunch with just me today?” His eyebrow quirks up as he looks you up and down. He is incredibly sexy with a drip of sweat coasting down his neck. That little bit of dust coated on his glistening skin. Why do dirty men turn you on so much? “I’ve got orange juice in here, and I have it on good authority that there’s a part of the grove that’s going to be private and secluded.”

“Why would we need that?” Mace smirks, while you start walking towards the location that Hazel gave you the information about. He stands still to watch you walk for a bit longer. Admiring how your curves fill out your dress perfectly. Already envisioning himself slowly peeling the straps off your shoulders, while he partakes in your ample chest. “Wait up.”

He jogs after you, and slips his hand in yours. You miss a few breaths as he weaves his fingers in your own, and matches your step. “Sorry, I was admiring the view.”

“What view?” You look up at him confused. He’s not as tall as Sy, but he just seems the perfect size. Not as intimidating. Your husband was a big man, and Mace is big in other ways.

“You’ve got to know how beautiful you look today,” heat flares in your cheeks as you look down to the ground. You haven’t been misinterpreting anything. People who want just sex don’t do this cute dating style stuff do they? “Can I be a bit vulgar?”

“Why are you asking?”

“I just don’t want to go too far. I know that you and I have seen and tasted a lot of each other, but I don’t want to overstep someone’s boundaries. Are we okay with naughty jokes?”

You look up at him again, smiling, and nodding your head, “As long as my kids aren’t around. And it’s just us. I don’t mind. I don’t know, I kinda like it,” he hums, hoping that you go further with that thought process. “Kinda like that sweet degradation. Not just calling me a slut, but…”

“My little slut?” He knows how to say the right things. Sy really knew how to pull out your best performances, because you loved hearing how much of a slut you were for him. And while different, you still enjoy it. “And how much of a slut you are for my cock?”

“Yep. That would be the way to um,” clearing your throat, you set the bag down, and turn to face James. He’s beyond handsome. But there is this sweetness to him, and the eagerness to learn. And even the enthusiasm he feels at you taking control makes you feel so empowered. It’s the best of both worlds, being controlled, and controlling.

“Well, since we’re alone, I don’t feel bad about saying the only thing I hunger for currently is the honey between your legs. The only things I can think about is the way you would feel bouncing on my cock, while I suck on the best tits on the planet. And how I can still smell you on my clothes, so I haven’t washed them. I just want you all over me. All the time.”

“Sit down, James. And get yourself hard,” bowing his head towards you, he walks over to the bench, and pulls down his pants. “You really are ready for me,” you surmise as he pulls his boxers down, letting his cock spring free before sitting down.

“Now, how sloppy is my pretty little slut for me?”

Wouldn’t he like to know? You remove your panties, and hold them out for him to see. Taking a big sniff, he grabs them, and fumbles around trying to stuff them in his crumpled up jeans. “I’ll be taking those for later.”

“And what exactly are you going to do with them?”

“Sit on my cock, and I’ll tell you,” you take a look around the grove just to make sure you truly were alone before saddling over his lap. Grabbing the base of his cock, while you slowly inch down. Mewling as he impales you. You can’t stop until you take every bit of his veiny girth. Stilling once he’s fully sheathed, and you whimper, biting on your lip, and force yourself not to move.

James reaches up, and pulls your top down. Reaching behind you, he frees your tits from the confines of your bra, and lays it on the back of the bench. His mouth devours your tits. Sucking on each pebbled peak until they’re harder and swollen. Making himself so happy to feel him grow even harder inside of you, and you jerk his head back. “Tell me.”

“Ride me,” you start at a slow pace. Rising and falling on his cock while he enjoys the view. His eyes moving all over your body as you take him. “I’m going to wrap those pretty panties around my cock, and stroke myself so hard. Nothing compares to the way your tight cunt feels though. I’ve tried. My fist is broken, and all I want to be is right here. Inside of you, and watching your body recoil with every movement. You take me so well, and so deep. I’m going to fuck my hand, pretend that it’s you because it smells like you, and I’m not stopping until I come, and make a mess in your panties. But you know what would be even better?”

“Hmm?” You ask, picking up on your pace, and his eyes go to your breasts, watching them bounce in rhythm to your movements. “What’s better James?”

“Doing that when I’m with you, and make you put the panties back on. Maybe go talk to Will, and I know that my cum is right at your cunt. Or maybe I should come inside of you, and make you wear me the rest of the day. Would you send me a picture of your messy pussy? Or maybe I should call it my pussy? Cause you are my slut, aren’t you?”

“Uh huh,” you ride him like your life depends on it. Sinking and falling on top of him, while he hits you so deep. Your eyes are half mast as you feel your body heating up. He’s sinful, and you want to beg for him to drag you into his depths. Whatever he wants, he can have.

“Yeah, you’re my pretty little cockslut. When you’re ready, I’ll treat you like a cum dump. Keep you filled up always.”

“Yeah. Yeah,” you pant, and he chases your tits with his mouth. Biting on each nipple once he gets them. “James! James, I…”

“You better keep quiet. Everyone is going to hear what a whore you are for me. They’ll see you taking my cock, and your tits all hanging out. Maybe they should see you getting fucked like a bitch in heat?” My god the words he’s saying has you seeing stars. It’s all so much.

“Fuck me, James. I need you to fuck me!”

“First come, just like this. I know you can do it. Go on. A whore like you can surely make yourself come,” slamming your hands on the back of the bench, you grip down as you ride him. His hands tighten on your ass as he uses your body like a pocket pussy. Pounding you down harder on him until your head throws back, and he watches you as you come undone.

Body overwhelmed with pleasure as he helps you get off him enough to get behind you. He pulls your dress up your ass, and smiles at your backside. “Such a good slut. You should see how swollen your pretty cunt is. She’s spread out wide, and ready to take me,” he grunts as he shoves himself into your warmth.

“You take every inch of me so well. I want you to go back to work and you can still feel me. I want you to squirm around trying to make yourself feel as good as I do. But nothing compares, does it?”

“No,” you breathlessly respond, shaking your head. Glancing back to look at him, it makes you feral to see he’s staring at where the two of you connect. Watching as your slick coats his cock when he drags out of you. You were complete perfection. Your body housed two kids, and now its taking James like you are his own personal fuck toy. And the way he admires you, you’ve never felt more like a goddess before. Even if nobody else sees you, he does.

“I want to use you.”

“Yes.”

“I want you to think about me when you’re alone, and want me so bad that you send me pictures of you being a needy slut and playing with your microphone.”

“Yes, please!”

“I want you to take me whenever I need you.”

“My god whenever!” He holds onto your chest as he starts to jackhammer into you. His hips are moving so fast you can’t even catch a breath. You’re just making noises like a wild animal. That’s what he’s made you. His.

Euphoria builds through your body as a sob from your swollen lips wrecks him. Breaking out the sound of his name as your walls clamp down on him. Perfectly in sync his body explodes into yours. He keeps moving in and out of you, so he can see the way he looks drenched in your arousals. “Perfection.”

James lets his body envelope yours. Resting his head on your back as you feel each other’s heated breath wrap around you. “But do you know what I really want?”

“You want to fuck my ass don’t you?”

“If you’re offering,” his chuckle rumbles to your core, and you hate that he’s already pulling out of you. He tucks himself back in his pants, and pulls out your panties. “Here, I made a bit of a mess. I’ll just take your panties another time. Can’t have that dripping down your leg.”

He assists you off your knees, and even helps you get into your panties, and it’s a good thing because your legs are wobbly. Struggling to stand up straight, and he turns you around, and pulls up your top. “Keep the bra off while we eat.”

“Okay, but what do you really want?”

“I want to stop fucking you,” that isn’t at all what you expected, and you’re very confused in five seconds. “I want to take you out on a proper date. I don’t know about you, but this sneaking around and fucking, I don’t want. I don’t want to just treat you like my slut. I want you to be used and fulfilled in other ways. The stupid small talk, and me being cute and me being a gentleman. And you just being not just sexy, but beautiful and sweet, and kind, and us cooking together, and — can I be honest?”

You wish he would. You like this part, even if it terrified you. You grab each of your containers, and sit on the bench with him. “Please, because I’ve had so many scenarios running in my head today. And I’m tired of swimming through my thoughts.”

“I don’t want to be the guy that comes over at night to help Benning build my telescope. I want to be the guy that takes care of Benning’s mom, and I don’t know maybe if things are good we could let him know that I’m not just his and Mirabelle’s friend? I’m not saying you and I are going to get married or have a child, but that is something I want. So I don’t know, if we continue this…” he takes a bite of the sandwich, looking all sweet and innocent as he stares at you.

“I-I-I always wanted more than two kids. I like the number four,” his pout turns up into the cutest smile, and you want to straddle him again. Quickies are for the birds, and he needs to eat. “I’ve only dated one person.”

“And I have dated a lot, but not for a long time,” he’s just a summer child. What could he know about dating? Maybe more than you. You have one experience. Sy was everything and all you needed, until he wasn’t there anymore.

“What’s your longest relationship?”

He lets out a puff of air, counting on his fingers, “I don’t know, six months,” okay. He sounds like a player, but that isn’t the vibes you get from him. “I have this problem with choosing crazy women that cheat on me. Or crazy women that aren’t broken up completely, and I’m the fall guy. Or crazy women that are just crazy. Or women that are just crazy.”

“I’m almost too loyal. I tried to use my dead husband as an excuse not to pursue you. Now, I need to be honest with you. I think your my daughter’s first crush. And I think my son actually likes you, and that scares me.”

“Why?” He’s being so honest with you, it is only fair to be completely honest with him.

“He hated Will when he thought Will and I were dating.”

“That was when Mirabelle was a baby though. And his dad hadn’t been gone that long,” he has a point there. Maybe Benning’s issue wasn’t Will but it was the timing that was wrong. Will was there picking up all the broken pieces that Sy’s death left.

“James, my first priority will always be them. I’m all they have, and I have to protect them, and raise them, and shield them from hurt. And…”

“You shouldn’t have to be the victim in this circumstance though,” this conversation got serious quickly. “Don’t pull away from me because you are worried about them. I’m a patient man, and I do understand your need to be their mother. You’ve hurt enough though. Nobody has hurt in this situation like you have. You lost a partner, your best friend, the father of your kids, and your lover. When do you stop giving up things? I’m not saying introducing me as a boyfriend to them is going to be easy. I’m saying it’ll take time, and I don’t think it needs to be soon, but eventually Benning will find out, so we need to have a gameplan on how we talk to them. And even if it’s not going to be easy, you’re worth the struggle.”

“You’re willing to do all that? We barely know each other,” you try not to have your heart swell at this admission. He was willing to be patient with you, and for your kids.

“I already told you, I think I got a crush on you before I met you just because of Mirabelle. You’re an incredible woman. But it’s time for you to be the winner. They’ll be better because of it. Don’t you want them to have a mother and a father?” Of course you did. You didn’t want Sy to be killed. You wanted him for the rest of your life. Instead of dwelling on the past though, you have this amazing man that was so sweet, has a magical dick, and wants you and your kids.

“I know I’m not their father, and I’ll never try to be. But I know in involving myself with you that eventually this is going to be a partnership, but also a parentship,” the way he says all the right things is even more terrifying. He’s so serious about it. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about this. I wouldn’t have gotten involved if I didn’t know what it meant dating a single mom. A single mom with full custody. And if you need some time to think about this, I’m game. And if you want just sex, I’d rather not, but I can’t say no. But he’ll find out eventually. Kids always do.”

You look through the grove, and count all the times you’ve walked through it. Sat on this bench, and even went to the dock. All the times that you didn’t have anyone to talk to so you walked alone, and talked to yourself while using Sy’s name for comfort. All the while questioning if you’re doing everything wrong. Since Sy you’ve always just existed. Took whatever break you could find, and just isolated yourself. You weren’t necessarily sad, but you weren’t happy. And you weren’t living.

Every decision was always for them, and you suffered because of it. And just when you were ready to open up and let someone in this stupid amazing man came into your life, and is saying everything right. Everything that you’ve wanted to hear. No needed to hear.

There’s a peace in that. A moment that you realize that everything you wanted in a man is right in front of you. When you shouted up at the sky for Sy leaving you, and told him if he wanted you to move on he better bring you a certain type of man. The type of man that was sitting beside you on a bench and eating some concoction you saw online, and a man that you still feel inside of you.

“So — you’re my boyfriend?”

“I say all that, and this is the only response I get?”

You gulp as you look at him, nodding your head. Getting closer to him, you press a chaste kiss against his pillow pink lips. You could get use to kissing them on a regular basis. Not just the needy makeout session, but those soft lingering kisses because you want to be close to him. Or those quick goodbye kisses, until you see him again. You want all the kisses with him.

“I think establishing that is pretty important.”

“I guess if I call you my girlfriend, then I’m most likely your boyfriend.”

“I’m far from being ready to tell my kids that. But knowing that we are seriously exclusive, and we’re working on our relationship and figuring things out, we’ll have more boundaries and direction on when to tell them. Obviously no kissing in the house when they’re awake. But maybe things can progressively move in that direction. Benning is already asking when you’re coming over next. Maybe him being comfortable with you as a friend to him will help him better take you as mom’s boyfriend, you know?” And maybe he’ll like having James over there regularly. Maybe he’ll think that he caused the relationship to flourish.

“I think that this is the most adult conversation I’ve had in my life, and it makes perfect sense. And currently I’m a bystander. I’ll follow your lead, but eventually, I hope you and I can be a team. Is this too quick?”

“Maybe? I’ve never done this before, well, I did once, and it was fast, too. The difference was the age. But this feels right, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you lean back into him, peppering kisses over his mouth, and he smiles through them. He’s never had someone that made him this giddily happy. Genuinely he wants to smile all the time with you and your kids. You’d done amazing job so far with them. He just hopes you understand that this isn’t just about you. He knows that everyone is a package and they come with you. And he wants all of it. He knows it’s soon, but he does.

And you don’t feel like a piece of you is missing anymore. That the part of you that was desirable is gone. That the part of you that wanted to just wallow in your life, while making sure your kids are happy is gone. You want everyone happy, including yourself. And he makes you very happy. And horny. But mostly the smiles make you happy, and the ease at which he’s fitting into your life with them included. Your puzzle finally is being put back together, and he’s fitting in well.

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chic-beyond-the-wall-oc-acct · 1 year ago

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Game of Thrones OC, Lacie Tyrell, daughter of Mace Tyrell and Alerie Tyrell

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An Unexpected Padawan | Obi-wan x GN! Reader

!MINORS DNI!

A/N: This is my first obi-wan fic and I sorta mashed a lot of the ideas I had into one super long story (you've been warned). I'm just down so bad for this man. It's a slow burn, but worth it in the end 😉

I also did not proof read any of this. I just finished writing it at 2am, the endings kinda rushed but I might make a little sequel in the future.

CW: Violence, assault, strong language, alcohol, smut, unprotected piv, oral, afab anatomy described

Word count: 7.8k

(Set during the clone wars)

You always felt different than everyone around you. Everyone told you it was just part of growing up, teenage hormones. But only it never went away. In fact, it got worse. The older you got, the harder it became to control your feelings and emotions. You were celebrating your 25th birthday in your favorite club when everything escalated.

“25! You finally got that fully developed brain everyone’s always talking about!” Your friend playfully elbowed you and handed you a shot glass.

“Yup, guess this is the brain I’m stuck with now!” You chuckled, clinking your glasses together then swallowing your drink in one gulp.

“Woah, did I hear there’s a birthday over here?” a man approached you and placed his hand on your lower back.

A chill shot up your spine as you recoiled from the strangers touch and moved away. You looked over the man, he was visibly drunk and could barely stand upright.

“Uhm, I don’t know anything about a birthday, man.” You lied, hoping he would leave you alone.

“Ah, I know what I heard! Lemme buy you a drink, sweet cheeks.” He persisted.

“C’mon, they’re obviously not interested. Just let us enjoy our night.” Your friend chimed in.

The man sighed and dramatically rolled his eyes, “No one fuckin’ asked you, bitch.”

A twinge of anger coursed through your veins and you balled one hand up into a fist.

“Don’t talk to her like that.” You warned the scumbag.

“Or what?” He prodded, crossing his arms over his chest and giving you a smirk.

Your jaw clenched and your fist tightened, you didn’t want to cause a scene, but this guy was going to get what was coming to him. Before you could open your mouth to tell him off the man gasped for air and began choking.

This brought some slight amusement to you, seeing as karma had taken care of this jerk before you could. But when his hands grasped at his throat and his lips were turning blue, your anger turned to concern. You unclenched your fist as worry overcame your thoughts, but just as suddenly as it began, his fit ended. He collapsed to the floor, tears welling in his eyes and face red as he desperately tried to catch his breath.

You crouched down by him, “Are you okay? Do you need some water??” Sure, the guy was an asshole but he didn’t deserve to die for being a drunken idiot.

“Get away from me!” He yelled, backing up from you, “What the fuck did you do to me?!”

“I… you were choking, I didn’t do anything!” You defended yourself.

The man scrambled to his feet and mumbled something about a jedi before bolting out of the club.

“Serves you right, asshole!” Your friend called after the man.

You stood up and glanced around, noticing all eyes were on you. Your gaze awkwardly darted across the room and it landed on a stranger. The stranger looked away from your gaze immediately and hurried to leave the establishment.

You sighed and ordered another drink, trying to put whatever just happened to the back of your mind, “Some birthday, huh?”

The next morning you awoke to loud knocking at your door. With sleepy eyes and a pounding headache, you reluctantly got up from your bed and dragged yourself to the door. When you opened to door to your small apartment, you were greeted by the stranger you had briefly made eye contact last night.

“Can I help you?” You squinted as sunlight from behind the figure glared into your vision.

“Yes, I am here on behalf of the Jedi Council. My name is Plo Koon.”

You straightened your posture and perked up, “Oh, hello sir! What brings you here?”

“You. I have reasonable suspicion that you may be force-sensitive and have been overlooked when you were a child.” Plo Koon explained.

“Me? Are you sure you have the right person?”

Plo Kloon recited your full name, your parents names, and your home planet.

“Wow.. uhm, so what does this mean?” You didn’t know if this was some weird hangover dream you can’t wake up from.

“We would like to take a blood sample, and if my suspicion is correct, come to meet the Jedi Council on Coruscant.” he explained.

“Wow.” You repeated yourself, “Well, I guess a blood test wouldn’t hurt… Please, come in.”

You stepped aside to let the Jedi in. You watched as he set down a small machine and set up some supplies. You’ve never encountered a Jedi before, but from what you heard they were incredibly serious and strict.

“It will just be a poke on the tip of your finger.” Master Plo Koon approached you.

You nodded and held out your hand for him. He gently took your hand and pricked your finger, collecting a drop of blood on the machine he held.

“It will just take a moment to get the results.” He assured you, sending a message over his comlink.

You wiped your finger clean and went to your small dinette to get a cup of caf to try and wake you up some more.

You invited Master Plo Koon to sit on the couch with you and offered him a cup of caf he gladly accepted. You made small talk for a few minutes before a message came over Plo Koon’s comlink.

“The sample you’ve sent contains midi-chlorians consistent with those who are force sensitive.”

“Thank you.” The Jedi spoke into his comlink then looked to you, “Would you come to meet the council?”

“Right now?” You got a sudden wave of anxiety. Is your whole life about to get uprooted because some idiot decided to harass you in the bar last night?

“Yes. You are already 20 years late.” The jedi joked.

You chuckled, “Okay… just give me an hour to get ready, please. You’re welcome to wait here.”

You stood up and headed to your bathroom to take a shower and prepare for this adventure.

It took the entire day to arrive at Coruscant, but the cushy Jedi accommodations helped the long journey. Master Plo Koon led you to modest sleeping quarters and bid you goodnight.

You took a moment to take in your surroundings. The room was decently sized, but was too industrial for your liking. Plopping your bag on the bed, you dug around for your nightwear and got ready for bed. You could only assume it would be a long day tomorrow.

“Rise and shine.” A robotic voice jolted you awake.

“Uhm, hello…” You warily greeted the droid that barged into your room.

“I am BNI-393, but you can call me Bunny.” The droid explained as she set down a bowl of food for you, “In 15 minutes Master Plo Koon will escort you to meet the Jedi Council.”

You nodded as you sat up, rubbing your eyes. “Thank you, Bunny.” you said, starting to eat your breakfast.

You enjoyed a comfortable silence as you finished eating and got dressed for the day. A knock at your door signaled it was time to go.

You opened the door and greeted the Jedi with a smile, “Good morning.”

“Good morning, (y/n).” He reciprocated.

Plo Kloon guided you through the Jedi Temple. It was much larger than you could have imagined. He pointed out different rooms and wings of the temple as you made your way. He led you through a large door and you entered a circular room with the members of the Jedi Council sitting in chairs arranged in a circle. Most were there in person, only a few holograms. You looked around the room, starting to feel quite intimidated. Trying to calm yourself, you took a deep breath.

Master Plo Koon began to address the Council, “I am here before you with (y/n), someone who I believe was unfortunately overlooked as being a force-sensitive child. They display impressive strength for never having knowledge or training in the ways of the force.”

A hologram popped up with your midi-chlorian readings.

“Just two days ago I personally witnessed a display of (y/n)’s strength.”

The hologram switched to a video of the events that unfolded on your birthday.

“I believe this was not done intentionally. However, without proper training and guidance I suspect (y/n) will unknowingly cause harm. Or worse, the Separatists will get to them.” The Jedi concluded.

Your attention was redirected from Plo Koon when a voice spoke up, “Aware of your actions, were you?”

You turned toward a small green man, “No, I didn’t know I was hurting that man. I didn’t mean to.”

“Hmm. Confusion and isolation, I sense in you.” he continued.

You nodded slowly, “I… I always felt different than everyone else. But I had no clue it was because of something like this. Can you help me?”

“They are much too old to begin Jedi training.” One man noted

“Yes, but what choice do we have? They’re obviously powerful, without training who knows what could happen.” A younger man with a scar across his right eye chimed in.

“I have to agree with Anakin.” A slightly older man with light brown hair and a full beard said.

“(y/n)’s choice, it must be.” The green man said, “Use them for our own gain or out of fear, we cannot.”

All eyes were on you, waiting for an answer. “Yes, I would like to be trained.” You needed to know how to control your emotions.

“Join the younglings, you will.” He stated, “Advance quickly, I suspect you will.”

You smiled and nodded, “Yes, sir.”

The next few months were filled with studying, learning everything about the Jedi code, the force, your brain was jammed so full of knowledge, you didn’t know if you could physically read another sentence.

You were in the library, head face down on the desk with five different books open in front of you. You needed a break.

“Studying hard I see.”

The sudden voice filling the silence made you jump, you looked up and a smile spread across your face.

“I’m trying to, Master Kenobi.” you admitted sheepishly.

You two always seemed to bump into each other, and it didn’t help that you’ve become fast friends with Anakin. At first Obi-wan had seemed very stoic, all business. But once you started to talk to Anakin and he told you stories when he was Obi-wan’s padawan, you started to see his cool demeanor was a front. You only caught glimpses of the real Obi-wan, when you walked into a room where he was alone or with Anakin and he was able to take a break from being a General. The moment he noticed you he would straighten up and play the part of a typical Jedi Master. To be honest, you’ve become infatuated with cracking him.

“Well, I’m not sure sleeping in the library is going to help you.” He poked fun at you.

You playfully scoffed at him, “I was not sleeping, I was just… taking a break.” You defended yourself.

“Ah, well would you like to take a break outside with me?” Obi-wan offered.

You nodded, closed your books and followed him to a balcony nearby. It was a few hours past mid-day, the usual hustle and bustle of the planet could be observed in the distance.

“The council has noticed how hard you’ve been working.” Obi-wan spoke, looking out to the horizon. “That’s good.” You shifted your gaze to the man beside you. Since you first saw him in the council room, you thought he was absolutely gorgeous. So far you’ve been able to ignore your feelings by drowning yourself in training.

“Yes, it’s so good in fact,” he turned to face you, “that they have appointed you to be my padawan.”

You couldn’t stop your jaw from dropping open and your eyes widening, “Are you serious??” Obi-wan let out a chuckle, “Very serious, my young apprentice.”

A huge smile spread across your face and you enveloped your new Master in a tight hug.

“O-oh my.” Obi-wan was caught off guard by your actions, but he placed a hand on your back.

You released him from your death grip and beamed up at Obi-wan, “So, Master. What will my first lesson be?”

“I was thinking sparring.” Obi-wan lifted his hand to his chin.

“You’re on.” you smirked and walked to the training room, matching your stride with Obi-wan’s.

After giving you his spiel about how your lightsaber is like your life and how important it is, the real training began.

“Show me what you’ve learned.” Obi-wan held up his lightsaber in a defensive stance.

You nodded and activated your lightsaber. After taking a few deep breaths to regulate your emotions and excitement, you began your sparring match.

Obi-wan was expertly blocking each of your strikes, giving you tips or praise depending on how you were doing. Before long, you were out of breath and starting to sweat. Meanwhile, Obi-wan still looked utterly perfect.

You took a break and were taking a long sip of water. Your chest heavily moved up and down and a few droplets of water were dripping down your neck. You could feel a pair of eyes on you, so you opened your own to catch Obi-wan staring. You swore you saw some light pink sprinkled on his cheeks before he turned his head away.

He cleared his throat before speaking, “We need to work on your stamina.”

You almost choked on your last drink of water from his words. They caused some very inappropriate images to come to your mind of different ways Obi-wan could “help your stamina”.

“How do we do that?” You asked once you regained your composure.

“More practice. It will increase in time.” He turned to face you again, “But for now, you’re doing well.”

“Thank you, Master. How about we celebrate tonight?” You proposed. “Oh, I don’t know…” Obi-wan got the feeling he would need to enforce strict Master-Padawan boundaries with you.

“Come on, I know you’ve had a padawan before, but this is my first time having a Master!” You protested.

You could see the hesitance on your Master’s face.

“...Please, Obi-wan?” You walked closer to him and gave him your best pout and pleading eyes. He reluctantly met your gaze, and after thinking for a moment he gave in, “Fine.”

You smiled at him, “Great! I’ll go get ready!” you said as you ran off to your room to shower. -

Later that day, you had cleaned up and gotten ready in your best clothes and were currently sitting in a speeder, waiting for Obi-wan. You’d sent him a message telling him where to meet you.

Obi-wan approached you, “Does Anakin know you’re using his speeder?”

“Uhm…yeah, of course. I wouldn’t use a Jedi’s vehicle without their permission.” You tried your best to seem convincing. Obi-wan raised an eyebrow at you, but got into the speeder anyway.

You looked him up and down a few times and let a small “Hmm” escape your lips.

“What?” Obi-wan questioned you as you began flying.

“Nothing.” You tried to assure him, trying to focus on your flying skills. Anakin had only given you three lessons so far.

“It must have been something.” He pressed.

“No, it’s just…” You trailed off, chewing on your lip.

“Just what?” Obi-wan was beginning to sound inpatient and childish.

You chuckled at his serious Jedi Master facade cracking, “I just had a feeling that’s what you’d wear.” You finally admitted.

“What’s wrong with my clothes?” His defensiveness was honestly adorable.

“Nothing’s wrong with them! I guess I just couldn’t picture you in anything else but your Jedi robe.”

Obi-wan huffed softly and crossed his arms. You glanced over at him.

“I didn’t know you thought so highly of my opinion, Master.” You teased.

He sighed, “You’ve been spending too much time with Anakin.”

Once you parked and hopped out of the speeder, Obi-wan was able to get a good look at you. You wore tight-fitting pants that clung to your body nicely and a slightly cropped shirt with fishnets underneath it. Obi-wan watched your ass as you walked in front of him. He noticed something very important missing from you.

He stopped you in front of the bar you were about to enter, “Where is your lightsaber?”

You gave him a confused look, “Uhm.. hidden.” You pointed to the boots you were wearing.

You were about to question why he was looking for your lightsaber when he interrupted you.

“Oh, good. You should always be prepared.” Obi wan opened the door for you.

You decided to let it go and walked right up to the bar and ordered a few drinks. Obi-wan strolled up next to you.

“Quite a lively crowd tonight.” he commented.

“Tonight? You come here often, Master?” You leaned against the bar and looked at him with a sultry smile.

“No, I just-” He began to defend himself but was cut off by the drinks being served.

“My stars, how many drinks did you order?” He questioned, seeing the line of cups grow.

“A normal amount, calm down.” You assured him, dividing up the drinks between the two of you. You each had two shots and a mixed drink.

You handed him the first shot, “To Masters.” You clinked your glass with Obi-wan’s and swallowed the liquid and Obi-wan followed your lead.

“To Padawans.” You followed the same ritual with the next shot.

“And, to us.” You raised the mixed drink.

“To us.” Obi-wan repeated before clinking your glass one last time and taking a long sip of the drink.

A band came on a small stage at the farside of the bar and began playing some music. “Ooh, come on!” You started to walk towards the band.

Obi-wan followed behind you reluctantly, downing his drink on the walk over. Seemingly out of thin air, you handed him another shot and drink and started to sway to the music.

After downing his shot Obi-wan shook his head, “I drink, but I don’t dance.”

“Come onnnn.” You urged him, taking his hands and swaying them to the beat. “No, no, really. You don’t want to see me dance.” He continued to protest

You began to move your hips to the beat as well. You were looking at him but his eyes were fixated to your body’s movements.

You stepped a little closer to him, “I do. Show me your moves, Master.”

This time Obi-wan couldn’t turn away to hide the blush creeping onto his cheeks. He silently scolded himself for letting his emotions overtake him for a moment. Instead of taking the chance on saying something that would make a fool out of himself, he reluctantly began to sway to the music, avoiding eye contact with you.

Your smile grew and you chuckled, “There you go!” You encouraged him as you finally let go of his hands now that he was getting in the groove of things.

As the song continued on and the drinks were starting to take effect, Obi-wan seemed to let his guard down some more. He took your hand and gave you a twirl. You gladly followed his lead and began to dance with him, not just next to him.

With the music getting louder, he had to dip his head down next to your ear so you could hear him when he spoke, “ You’re a great dancer.”

You laughed in response, looking up at Obi-wan’s face, seeing his smile and the way the corners of his eye crinkled, you realized he was being genuine.

It was your turn to lean upwards to talk in Obi-wan’s ear, he lowered his head slightly to help you, “You must be drunk if you think that.”

He echoed your chuckle from just moments ago, “It’ll take more than that to get me drunk, young padawan.”

You smirked, “Good to know!”

The two of you spent the next few hours cycling between dancing to your favorite songs and sitting at the bar. You could definitely feel the full effects of the drinks you’ve been consuming now and Obi-wan had a light flush on his face, but was still acting somewhat put-together.

“I don’t think either of us can drive back to the temple.” You confessed to your Master.

“Yes, I believe you’re right.” He agreed. “We could always call a cab.”

You shook your head, “Nu-uh, no way am I leaving Anakin’s speeder outside a bar all night. He doesn’t even know I took it!”

“You told me earlier he let you borrow it.” Obi-wan raised an eyebrow at you.

You giggled slightly, “I lied.”

“Well, there’s a hotel just down the street. We could stay there for tonight.”

“That sounds good.” You were glad he was more observant than you had been, “I’m getting pretty tired anyways.”

“Let us go then.” Obi-wan stood up and offered his elbow to you.

You took it happily and followed him outside, where it was much quieter. You walked the block to the hotel in a comfortable silence. Mostly, you were trying to focus on not stumbling and leading on just how much the drinks had affected you.

Obi-wan checked into the hotel and got a room for the night, he was also kind enough pay extra for a droid to pick up the speeder and bring it to the hotel. The moment you walked into your room you collapsed on the bed. You swore you heard a chuckle coming from Obi-wan, but when you lifted your head towards him he was locking the door. You decided to let it go and sat up. The entire room was spinning but you managed to pull off your boots without falling over. It wasn’t until you noticed Obi-wan laying an extra blanket he had fetched from the closet on the floor that there was only one bed in the room.

“You’re sleeping down there?” You questioned him.

He stopped in the middle of smoothing out the blanket to tilt his head to meet your eyes. He stood up straight from his previously bent over position.

“Yes, I figured this would be the most… appropriate.” He took a moment to find the right word to describe the current situation.

“You’re gonna throw out your back if you sleep on this floor, Obi.” Your words were starting to slur slightly, but you hoped he wouldn’t notice.

But he did. He also noticed the new nickname you’ve appointed him.

Before he could start to protest, you continued, “Get comfy and come up here. This bed is huge anyway.” You scooted over to one side of the bed and started to undo your pants.

Obi-wan snapped his head away from you and he felt his cheeks warming up, “W-What are you doing??” He put a hand up to further shield his eyes.

“Gettin’ comfy. I can’t sleep with these tight-ass pants on.” You explained as you lifted your butt off the bed and slowly peeled the pants off of your body, tossing them on the floor next to you then getting under the covers.

He let out a deep sigh, more so to calm his energy than anything else. “Are you finished?” He questioned, not daring to look over to you. “Yes sir.” You answered him sarcastically.

Obi-wan cautiously let his hand down and glanced over at you. Seeing you tucked in under the covers was… underwhelming. He would never admit it, not even to himself, but deep down he was hoping to see you spread out half-naked on the bed, waiting for him. However, he did tell himself that you were right about the effects of sleeping on the floor. It would be irresponsible to knowingly cause his body more strain.

You watched Obi-wan as he stood quietly for a minute before he took off his boots and picked up the blanket he had previously spread out on the floor. He turned off the light in the room and made his way over to the opposite side of the bed and sat down on the edge.

You could make out the silhouette of his back as your eyes were adjusting to the newfound darkness. He took a few minutes before swinging his legs onto the bed and laying down stiffly. He kept himself as close to the edge of the bed as possible. It was almost comical how large of a gap there was between the both of you.

Too tired to argue with him further, and not wanting to push his boundaries you closed your eyes.

“Goodnight, Obi.” you muttered as sleep overtook you.

“Goodnight, (y/n).”

After a while of laying in silence, Obi-wan turned his head towards you. Your mouth was parted slightly and your chest was slowly rising and falling with each breath you took. It had been so long since he last shared a bed with someone. The war had taken up every waking moment of his time and attention, he rarely even talked about anything that didn’t relate to it somehow. He would need to answer a barrage of questions when he got back to the temple about where you two were tonight, but it would be worth it. His eyes were starting to feel heavy.

Obi-wan could have sworn he’d only shut his eyes for a few minutes, but when he woke up there was light pouring into the room.

He sat up quickly and turned on a news hologram to check the time. It was already midday.

“Oh no…” He mumbled to himself. He was going to get hell from Anakin for being out all night and half the day.

“(Y/n), we have to get going.” Obi-wan said as he turned to you. His cheeks immediately turned pink when he saw the state you were in.

You had kicked the sheets half off of you in the middle of the night and were laying on your stomach with one leg bent, putting your ass on full-view. To seal the deal, you had worn quite revealing underwear due to your choice in pants the night before.

Obi-wan felt his blood rush to his crotch as he stared at your ass. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to regain control of his body. It took a few minutes, but eventually he was once again in charge of his body and thoughts. You were his padawan, an apprentice. Nothing else. His job was to teach and train you to harness the force and the power you possess. Jedi cannot form attachments. Especially not to their padawans.

He carefully draped the sheets over your lower half and placed a hand on your shoulder, “(Y/n). It is time to wake up.”

You groaned and buried your face further in the pillow. “Come on, it’s already midday and I’ve missed two meetings this morning.” He removed his hand from your shoulder and got his boots on.

“I feel like shit.” You didn’t bother to lift your head from the pillow.

Obi-wan could barely make out what your muffled voice, “And whose fault is that?”

He grabbed your shoes and picked up your pants from the floor and sat them on the edge of the bed.

“I’m going to get the speeder, please be ready when I come back.” He said before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him.

You groaned louder and reluctantly rolled over and got up and dressed. After you washed your face and gotten a cup of caf from the hotel lobby, you walked outside. Squinting as the sun’s rays violated your pupils, you saw your Master pull up in the speeder. You climbed in the passenger seat and took a long sip of your drink.

“Did you get me any?” Obi-wan asked.

You looked to him, silently cursing yourself for forgetting about Obi-wan, “Uhm, I figured we could share!” You attempted to save your skin as you handed him the cup.

“Oh, did you?” He looked from you to the cup you were offering. After a moment of internal debate, he took the cup from you and sipped the drink.

You smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder as he flew back to the temple.

Obi-wan had gotten an earful from Master Windu, when the two of you had arrived back to the temple. Obi-wan was swept into a meeting and you were left to your own devices for a while.

For the next week Obi-wan seemed to be more strict with you, keeping conversation to business only. After the initial week, you two had slowly fallen into a more comfortable and casual routine. Although he didn’t allow himself to relax as much as he had the first night you were together. It had been just about 3 months since becoming a padawan. You were doing great with everything, except for meditation and wielding the force.

“Master, I just don’t have the attention span for this type of stuff.” You sighed, becoming frustrated with yourself as you once again failed to enter a deep state of meditation.

“You do, you just don’t believe you do.” Obi-wan corrected you.

You were sitting cross-legged in the middle of a meditation room you and Obi-wan had to yourselves, due to your struggles. There was calming music, the sunset shining in the room, you wore comfortable clothes, there was a miniature waterfall for stars sake. But you couldn’t do it. You tried again to focus on your breathing, listening to your environment. You heard Obi-wan’s footsteps as he slowly walked in a circle around you. You could feel his eyes on you.

You groaned and opened your eyes, “Master, I can’t… I need a break. Can’t we do some sparring?”

“Your combat skills are coming along very well, you don’t need anymore practice at the moment. The only thing keeping you from success is you.” He always had something vague and cryptic to say, disguised as sage advice.

“I don’t even know what that means.” You looked up at him with a slight pout.

“It means, young padawan, that there’s something on your mind keeping you from achieving your goals.” He explained.

Yeah, you were staring directly at what was on your mind. Obi-wan distracted you. He annoyed you, frustrated you, but worst of all he made you want him. When you made him laugh and crinkles formed at the corners of his eyes and his cheeks firmed up. When he was being consulted on important matters and his brows knitted together and he placed his hand on his beard. It was infuriating. Because you couldn’t have him. You were quite sure he didn’t even see you as anything besides a padawan.

You were so lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed Master Yoda enter the room until Obi-wan turned to greet him.

“Any success, you are having?” Master Yoda questioned Obi-wan.

“Not yet. But we’re close, I can feel it.” He assured Yoda.

You couldn’t tell if he was lying or not. You stood up and greeted Yoda.

“Hello Master, it’s always a nice surprise to see you.” You smiled at the shorter man as you stood besides Obi-wan.

“A mission, I have for you.” Yoda got right to the point, “Ready, are you?”

You stood up straighter and nodded, “Yes, Master.”

“To Naboo you will go. Represent the council, you will.” Yoda concluded.

You almost couldn’t believe your ears. You would get to represent the jedi council with THE Obi-wan Kenobi.

“This is such an honor, Master Yoda. Thank you so much!” Your smile was beaming.

“If you would like a head start, leave tonight you must.” Yoda turned to walk out of the room.

“Of course, Master.” Obi-wan assured him.

Once the door had closed, Obi-wan turned to you, “Looks like you’re getting that break you wanted.”

You chuckled softly, smile still spread across your face. “I’m gonna go get ready!” You ran out the door and to your room. You can’t believe you finally got assigned your first mission as a padawan.

It had been an uneventful few days in the starship. Your excitement had died down about 6 hours into the trip when you realized you would be stuck staring into space for a week straight. You’d gotten more used to the idea of the cramped ship being called home for the time being and you had some clothes strewn about the ship and trash from energy bars stuffed in your bed cubby. Obi-wan had complained about your mess earlier that day, so you figured you would surprise him by cleaning up while he took a nap.

You started by disposing of the trash around the ship, wiped down the windows, then got started on picking up your clothes. The hiss of a door opening grabbed your attention, you quickly realized you were devoid of any pants, which had been a recurring issue since being on the ship with Obi-wan. To you, comfort = no pants. You found them to be constricting and uncomfortable so you never wore them when you were alone or asleep.

Obi-wan stopped just a few inches short of bumping his crotch directly into your ass. He sighed and averted his eyes, “How many times do I have to ask you to wear clothes when I’m around…?”

You blushed and quickly pulled on a pair of shorts and stepped out of the way for him, “Sorry, Master…”

“Don’t-” Obi-wan had to stop himself. He was about to tell you to not call him ‘Master’. He never had an issue with anyone else saying it. But sometimes the way you said it made him picture some very inappropriate scenarios.

“Just… do try to remember from now on.” He sent you an apologetic glance before heading to the cockpit.

You nodded your head and continued to clean up.

Obi-wan just needed a few moments to regain his composure. When he closed his eyes to focus, all he could see was you bent over in front of him. And the image was getting to his dick.

“I cleaned up for you.” You said as you sat in the seat besides Obi-wan, “It was supposed to be a surprise, but…”

“Oh, I got a surprise alright.” He retorted.

You whipped your head to see Obi-wan’s eyes screwed shut and his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. You also noticed that he was breathing heavier than normal.

“Are you okay, Master?” You asked cautiously, unsure if he was upset with you.

He could feel his dick hardening, his only saving grace was to hope his layers of clothes hid it.

“Yes, I’m fine.” He said, opening his eyes and putting his hand down.

“I’m sorry. I really thought you were going to be asleep for a while.” You explained, but Obi-wan kept looking straight ahead.

You didn’t get an answer, which was extremely unlike your Master. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on connecting to the environment and the force. You started to pick up a strong feeling coming from Obi-wan. You focused more intently on the feeling and then suddenly it was like you were inside his brain. You felt heat and arousal pool at your core and get a flash of an imagine of yourself bent over before your concentration was broken.

“Are you inside my head??” Obi-wan was finally looking at you.

“I…” You were at a loss for words, “I finally meditated.” You said with a sheepish grin.

Obi-wan’s cheeks had a light dusting of pink growing across them, “(Y/n), that is a major invasion of privacy.”

“I didn’t know that’s what I was doing! But- aren’t you proud of me?” You attempted to lighten the mood.

“...Yes.” He reluctantly answered you, but adjusted his gaze so he was once again looking out the front of the starship.

Your eyes stayed glued to him. You both knew what had just happened. That Obi-wan was aroused at the thought of you, and that you knew about it. You started to chew on your lower lip, the only questions that hung, unsaid in the air was if you were going to pretend this never happened or if one of you were going to make a move. You knew Obi-wan would never be the one to initiate something romantic.

Your voice was barely above a whisper, “Do you think of me often, Master?”

You visibly saw Obi-wan’s breath get caught in his throat when you asked your question.

“That’s not an appropriate question, padawan.” He replied plainly, trying his best to ignore his feelings and bodily instincts.

“Well, I don’t think you’re having very appropriate thoughts right now.” You said, standing up from your chair and begging your legs not to give out from under you.

His eyes shifted slightly to glance to you but then were immediately fixated back on the stars ahead, like it hadn’t been your view for the last days. You started to walk towards him, closing the few feet that separated you. This caused his full attention to be turned to you.

Obi-wan waited until you were standing directly besides him before looking up at you and speaking, “What are you doing?”

You gave him a soft smile and turned his chair so he was facing you. You leaned down so you were just a few inches from his face. You paused, waiting to hear his protests, but none came. The only sound was Obi-wan’s shaky breath he was desperately trying to hide. You placed one of your hands on the side of his chair and closed the gap between you, gently placing your lips on his.

After a brief moment of shock and a sharp inhale, Obi-wan closed his eyes, used his hand to cup the side of your face and kissed you back. You let out an exhale you didn’t even know you’d been holding in. As you relaxed into the kiss you were sharing, you tilted your head to the side to deepen it. Obi-wan matched your enthusiasm and stood up from his chair, causing you to take a step back but never detaching from your lips. He placed his other free hand on your hip and backed you up until your legs were met with the control panel. He grazed your lower lip with his tongue which elicited a soft moan from you, allowing Obi-wan to slide his tongue into your mouth, which in turn elicited a bigger moan. You explored each other’s mouths and one of your hands came up to the back of Obi-wan’s neck.

Seemingly, just as fast as it had started, Obi-wan broke away from you, panting slightly, “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

His gaze held yours. His words said one thing, but his eyes said another.

“Do you want to stop?” You asked him, afraid that he had come to realize this was a big mistake.

“No.” He admitted, almost too quickly. “Do you..?” He shared your fear of rejection.

You shook your head, “No.”

Obi-wan connected with your lips once again and lifted you up onto an empty section of the control panel. Instinctively, you spread your legs and Obi-wan slid perfectly into the new space you made for him. He moved his mouth down to your neck and began to suck on a spot in the crook of your neck.

You moaned in response to his actions, grabbing a fistful of the robes he was wearing, “Please, I want you.”

He responded by removing your shirt and then dropping to his knees and tugging down your shorts and underwear in one swift movement. All you could do was watch in anticipation as Obi-wan hooked one of your legs over his shoulder and placed soft kisses on your inner thigh. You opened your legs wider as he got closer to your throbbing core. His beard continued to tickle your thighs as he buried his head into you and started to lap you up.

You moaned as your head fell back and bumped the glass windshield of the spaceship. Oh, the spaceship. This was Anakin’s ship and Obi-wan Kenobi was eating you out on the control panel. Your thoughts were brought back to the current moment when he took your clit into his mouth and began to suck on it. You entangled your fingers in his hair as sounds of pleasure escaped your mouth. That was seemingly always-perfect hair, well it won’t be after you were done with him.

Obi-wan’s tongue was relentless on your soaking cunt. You gripped his hair tighter as you felt your climax building up.

“Shit, Obi,” you panted, arching your back and grinding yourself against his mouth, “‘M gonna cum soon.”

He moved his hands to your hips in an attempt to pull you closer and shove his face even deeper into your pussy. It was working, with one hand still on Obi-wan’s head and one hand with a death grip on the side of control panel, your orgasm washed over you in waves. Your moaning and panting echoes off the industrial metal of the starship and your thighs tightening around Obi-wan’s head as he continued to suck and kiss you all over.

When you came down from your high, you opened your eyes to see Obi-wan panting in between your legs, his beard wet with your own juices. He looked utterly perfect sweaty, panting and covered in the mess you had made. He used one hand to get some excess mess off his beard before he stood back up and kissed you. You could smell and taste yourself from the kiss.

“You are breathtaking.” He praised you when he broke your kiss, but kept your foreheads pressed together.

“I could say the same thing about you.” You smiled at him and sat up slightly.

You couldn’t help but glance down at the very evident bulge protruding from Obi-wan. He followed your gaze and looked down at himself as well.

“You don’t have to-” You cut him off by beginning to peel his layers of clothes off.

Layer after layer of beige and brown were beginning to frustrate you, “Good hell, how many clothes does one man need to wear?” You muttered, more to yourself than to Obi-wan.

He chuckled, as much as he enjoyed watching you undress him, he had been hard as a rock for some time now. So, he opted to help you out. After removing his top half, you paused to admire his body as he took off his pants. He was much more toned and muscular than his attire led on. He also had quite a few scars across his torso. You scanned his body as he stood upright once again. Your eyes led you down to a happy trail from his belly button, to where his dick was barely being contained. You noticed a small pool of wetness against the fabric from where his pre-cum and saturated the fabric.

Words were tumbling out of your mouth before you even processed what you said, “Please fuck me, Master.”

You reached between you to push down his underwear and watching his cock spring free. His dick was also a pleasant surprise, he had so much hiding underneath the layers of his jedi attire. You stroked him softly as you looked into his eyes.

“Can you do that for me?” You questioned after not receiving a response to your earlier question.

“Yes, sweetheart. Of course.” He assured you and kissed the top of your head.

You leaned back once again and hooked your legs onto Obi-wan’s hips as he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly began to push himself inside of you. You gripped his biceps as you adjusted to his size as he filled you up. He started with a slower, rocking rhythm but was building it up so he was just pounding away inside you. He was savoring the way you looked beneath him, memorizing the sounds you made and the ways your face contorted in pleasure.

“So beautiful.” He muttered to himself.

He leaned over you to adjust his position and kissed your shoulder. Having his mouth right next to your ear was extremely welcomed. You could more clearly hear his grunts with each thrust. “I wanna hear you, Obi.” You encouraged him to not hold back, gripping onto his shoulders as you felt your second orgasm building up.

You felt him nod against you, “Not going to last much longer, darling.”

The sweet names he kept calling you were filling your heart even more than his cock was filling your pussy, if that was even possible. You began to help him out by meeting his thrusts and grinding against him, causing the tip of his dick to brush against the sensitive spot inside you.

You let out a load moan and repeated your movements over and over again until you were cumming for the second time, digging your nails into Obi-wan’s shoulders. His movements were becoming slightly sloppy as he began to moan against your shoulder, then you felt his cock pulse inside you and shoot cum into your walls. With a few final thrusts, he emptied all he could inside of you and sloppily kissed your neck.

You brought moved one of your hands to rubs Obi-wan’s shoulder blade lovingly, “You feel so good.” You gave him a final praise and kissed his cheek, that still vaguely tasted like you.

“That’s good.” He said, still coming back down from his orgasm. He pulled himself off of you, your sweaty skin wanting to stay stuck together. He carefully pulled out of you and his large load came spilling out and trickled down your thigh.

If he wasn’t so exhausted, Obi-wan would have taken you again at that very moment.

“Stay here.” He instructed you as he walked out of sight, only to emerge a few seconds later with a towel to clean you up.

You watched him as he gently wiped his dripping seed from your skin. You couldn’t help but smile, even after he had just fucked you senseless, Obi-wan was still such a gentleman.

“Thank you.” You said softly, almost like talking any louder would burst the fragile bubble the two of you were in.

He looked up at you after throwing the towel in the disposal, “Of course, darling.” He smiled sweetly at you and gave you a soft kiss.

It was a stark contrast from moments ago. He was rough, needy, and primal but now he was soft and gentle.

For the rest of the trip the two of you existed in your own reality. The next evening you enthusiastically repaid Obi-wan for the oral sex. Then you proceeded to have sex on every surface you could in the cramped starship.

~ Fin ~

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diejager · 1 year ago

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Hybrid AUs masterlist

Reminder : My blog contains dark/yandere content and have 18+ fanfics, so MDNI with NSFW fics. I also do fluff and angst. All my works are fiction : I don’t own any of the characters I write for; there might be triggering subjects - please see the warnings before reading. None of the gifs or visuals I use in my fics are mine.

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[dark, fluff, yandere, nsfw(*), angst, request]

Wolfie

Pairing: cod men x wolf hybrid!reader

Wolfie | r,f

Training* | r (Price&Ghost)

Tiger Heat* | r,f (tiger!Horangi)

Another... One? | r,f (wolf!Nikto)

Doe

Pairing: Task Force 141 x doe hybrid!reader

Doe* | r,d

Normal | r,d

Bunny

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x bunny hybrid!reader

Bunny | r,f

Needy Bunny pt1* | r

Needy Bunny pt2* | r

Biting Bunny | r

Puppy

Pairing: Task Force 141 x puppy!reader

Puppy* | d

headcanon* | r,f,d

Hyper* | r

Pairing: Ghoap x puppy!reader

Quiet, Pup* | r,f

Pairing: multi x puppy!reader

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Cow

Pairing: Bull!cod men x cow!reader

Pasture* | r

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Kitty

Headcanon* | d,r

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phoenixyfriend · 1 year ago

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Fics for @smut-wars-exchange are no longer anonymous! I did four:

Sweet and Pretty for Me for @huntressdarkness - Cody/Anakin, Cody/Anakin/Rex, and Anakin/501st, omegaverse AU

Lazy Morning for @silverxsakura, and @extrapenguin - Mace/Anakin, post-war no66

(We Both Know Why) You Come to Me for @a-aristippus - Fox/Anakin, post-war no66, more BDSM than actual smut lmao

A Wedding Night to Remember for @chocmarss - Jango/Shaak, vaguely historical fantasy AU, arranged/political marriage

I'll make Actual Posts with summaries etc in the morning, but hey! Author reveals!

#codakin #rexwalker #codexwalker #windwalker #foxakin #jangoshaak #anakin skywalker #commander cody #mace windu #captain rex #commander fox #jango fett #shaak ti #star wars #smut #phoenix files #the clone wars

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konigsblog · 1 year ago

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Anything with mace please im surviving off of crumbs😿

mace would most DEFINITELY fuck you in a full nelson.

sitting atop of his thick, muscular thighs, you lean back against his hot chest. your eyes are unfocused, too fucked-out stupid to think of anything other than the way mace grinds his thick, meaty cock up and down your slick, wet folds.

and god, when your clit gets stimulated by him, you can't help but cry out, begging softly and quietly for him to take you, and to ruin you -- that the feeling of him teasing and taunting you was just way too much for your dumb head to handle, to comprehend.

he locks his burly, muscular arms underneath your knees, pulling them upwards towards your chest. those pretty nipples; hardened and sensitive and perking up, needy for attention. “jus’ relax, my girl...” he breathes out, slowly pumping his cock into you, the girth of his shaft filling you and stretching you out perfectly to fit him. your eyes fluttering closed, head thrown back over his shoulder as he begins moving.

mace thrusts into you, bucking into your swollen slit repetitively whilst praising you for being so calm and relaxed, eager to take his huge size. you panted heavily, eyes watering as he slowly began pushing further inside. he gazed down at you through his skull balaclava, chuckling lowly between curses, finally bucking into your tight walls!!

“that’s it-- good fuckin’ girly.” you moan out, lips parted as he begins bucking and fucking into your slicken pussy. your sopping wet cunt clenches around his girthy size, crying out his name through laboured breathing. a needy mess waiting to be ruined.

and when mace begins roughening you up, you can't help but let out stuttered moans and sobs, unable to touch your ciit as your hand are wrapped around his neck, tied with rope. everything smells so musky; like sex — sweaty. his sweaty skin rubs against yours, friction causing you to burn up and become all hot and wet, beginning to lose yourself the harder he fucks up and into you.

fat, tight balls smack against your tight, pretty ass for ages — or for what seems like ages. you're so fucking desperate for your orgasm, begging and pleading with him to rub your clit, and wailing with pleasure when he begins to stimulate your pretty, sensitive nub! and those hard nipples? they must be perking up for attention, desperate to be pinched and tugged at.

you don't even realise when your orgasm rushes through you; tightening your core, leaving you sobbing with tears ruining your pretty cheeks, tearstained and wet as he pumps his thick, hot, sticky cum into your wet cunny. :(((

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mstechdragon · 5 months ago

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The Phantom Menace (Minda’s Version): Chapter Two

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Warnings: None

Word Count: 598

The hum of the Republic cruiser was a steady, soothing sound as it glided through hyperspace. The interior of the vessel, with its sleek, streamlined design, was bathed in soft, ambient light. The atmosphere was calm, but a sense of anticipation lingered in the air. Minda Blackthorn, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Qui-Gon Jinn were en route to Naboo for a crucial diplomatic mission with the Trade Federation.

The trio stood in the spacious common area of the cruiser, which was elegantly appointed but not quite private. The two human pilots, their faces illuminated by the control panels, were absorbed in their tasks, leaving the Jedi to converse among themselves. Qui-Gon was deep in thought, his gaze distant, while Obi-Wan occasionally stole glances at Minda, who seemed preoccupied with a decision.

Minda’s usual brown Jedi robes, the familiar attire of her early days as a padawan, had served her well over the years. Yet today, she felt a surge of nostalgia and a touch of excitement. She had decided to use the downtime wisely and change into a new outfit—a gift from a grateful ally she had helped during her time as Mace Windu's padawan.

As Minda disappeared into the small changing area, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon exchanged curious glances. The ship’s interior, though functional, was not designed for privacy, and the slight rustling of fabric and the muted sounds of changing could be faintly heard.

Moments later, Minda emerged, her new attire a striking departure from her traditional Jedi garb. Her outfit was a sophisticated blend of white, black, and red. The tunic was black with red accents, elegantly designed with a high collar that framed her face. One sleeve was notably longer than the other, adding a touch of drama to her ensemble. The pants were white with a bold red accent on the hip, complementing the black and red theme.

Her metal belt gleamed, and the silver circlet she wore on her head caught the light with a subtle sparkle. The white gloves and black boots completed the look, while a metal armband with intricate designs and matching bracelets adorned her arms. The white cloak and undershirt added a regal touch, and her overall appearance exuded a sense of both elegance and authority.

Obi-Wan, unable to hide his surprise, looked her up and down with a mixture of admiration and amusement. “You look like you’ve stepped out of a holosuite fashion show,” he said with a teasing grin. “I suppose the Trade Federation will have to get used to seeing their negotiations attended by someone who might outshine their diplomats.”

Minda gave a playful smirk, adjusting her new belt with a flourish. “Well, if it makes them a bit uncomfortable and helps us get a better deal, I’d call that a success.”

At that moment, the ship’s comm system crackled to life, announcing their approach. “Confirmation to land on the Trade Federation Control Ship. Prepare for landing procedures.”

Qui-Gon turned his attention from the distant stars to the present task. “It seems our timing is impeccable. Let’s make sure our presence is as impactful as our appearance.”

With the ship beginning its descent, Minda’s new outfit seemed to embody her growth from a young padawan to a seasoned Jedi Knight. As they prepared to disembark, the sense of camaraderie among the Jedi was palpable. Qui-Gon’s mentorship, Obi-Wan’s continued growth, and Minda’s distinctive presence all contributed to the mission’s momentum.

The Republic cruiser touched down smoothly, the ramp descending with a hiss. The trio readied themselves, stepping out onto the Trade Federation Control Ship with confidence and purpose.

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years ago

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Victim of the Circumstance, Part 5

Summary: what do you decide to do?

Pairings: James Mace X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, oral sex (F & M receive), breast worship, boob job, cum play, thigh grinding, manhandling, switch vibes, slapping, degradation, creampie, bruises, hickies, Plan B, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“This,” you pant out, your chest heaving up and down as you gaze up at Mace. Pupils blown wide with lust. You wanted him. You wanted him more than anything you could ever remember in recent history. He was right there, inching closer to you. “I don’t do this.”

“What are we doing?” He whispers out again. James’ hand reaches towards your jaw, outlining it with his thumb, before it drifts lower. And lower. Carefully framing the low neckline of your dress, and it sinks lower on your chest. Your nipple almost poking out of the top.

“This,” one more shallow breath has one side of your top uncovering your nipple, and James gulps, staring hungrily at your body. His eyes drift all around you. Taking every bit of your curves in. He wanted you just as much.

“Tell me what it is we’re doing?”

You step back to lock the door, and get close enough for your hardened nipples to graze over his hard body, “This.”

“Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Mace doesn’t hesitate to close the gap to your bodies. Crashing his lips into yours before he kisses down your neck. Squeezing your tits together, and staring at them like a man starved before nibbling on the swell, walking the two of you towards the bedroom. Pulling down your top to capture your nipple in his mouth.

You let out the loudest moan that you can remember. It had been too long since you had someone’s needy hands and mouth on your skin. Mace was partaking in every inch of you. His mouth may be working your pebbled peaks, but his hands were moving all over, stripping you out of your dress, and pounding your back up against the wall.

“Oh god!” You screech as he sinks down to his knees. His mouth nips your body, and then he gives your covered core a desperate lick up your slit. Kissing and sucking over the lacy panties, and then it’s you that starts pulling them off. Damn near falling over with how fast you are trying to strip down.

“My god,” he moans, as you sling your leg over him. Resting it over his shoulder as he stares at your sex. Those beautiful eyes drift up to your face as he slowly closes the gap. Getting close enough that you feel his warm breath, and when his tongue barely kitten licks over your neglected clit, you whimper out his name.

James buries his face into your puffy folds, and you go blank. Head tilting to the ceiling and whispering out a lew prayer as he feasts on you. He is parched and the only form of relief he was getting was from your juices. It has been so long that your body is so reactive to his ministrations. The most vulgar slooshing and slurping sounds come from between your legs. You were feeding him well.

His moans are turning you on even more as your hips start to grind on his face. James’ tongue slides down into your hole, and he stands still. Waiting on your glance back down to him, “Uh huh,” you feel him smile on your weeping cunt, nodding his head. He literally wanted you to fuck his tongue.

Placing a hand on his head, while the other stays on the wall, you roll your hips, letting his tongue slip in and out of your tight channel. Just when you think you are in absolute heaven, his hands slap over your chest, and pinches your nipples. “Oh god! James! Oh fuck!”

Hips buck forward as his tongue stretches you out. All these years of trying to find your own pleasure, this was similar, and oh so different. He was a perfect little fuck toy, but there was something more you wanted. His cock was straining through his pants. Skin glistening from more than just the river swim. He wanted you, too. And you wanted him all night.

Both your hands circle his head, and you use him. Slowly building up speed, and when his teeth graze over your clit, your juices flood out onto his face, and your leg starts trembling, “C’mere.”

Dropping your leg onto the ground, you pull him up, yanking off that shirt before crashing your mouth into his. He fights you for a minute to pull away as you undo his jeans, “You’re going to taste yourself,” sweet summer child. No one was ever woman enough to taste themselves on his lips.

“I’m not a child,” you are already breathless, but the fact that he had been with women that didn’t want to share in each other’s arousal is so foreign, “I want to taste what you did to me.”

“Fuck yeah,” he gets out before your swallowing his moans. His jeans fall far enough that his cock jumps up, and touches your skin. The tip drenched in precum, and your bodies’ hit the door to open it up wider.

Both of you yelp when a dog jumps up from the floor barking, “Cannon! Shit…go to Benning’s room, buddy. Mommy is going to be fucked like an animal tonight.”

“Yeah she is. Where’s the microphone?” Mace smirks at you, and you wait for Sy’s dog to jump into Benning’s bed before you look at him. Shaking your head. You need to see exactly what Mace can do before you bring in toys.

“First time we fuck, there will be no toys. When was the last time you were tested? I don’t have condoms.”

“Uh, after the last girlfriend. I always used a condom though.”

“Don’t cum in me. Pull out. And after the first time…we can use the microphone,” Mace starts stalking you like prey. Walking you backwards towards the bed. “And James?”

“Yeah?”

“I want you to fuck me all night. I meant that. Use me tonight. My pussy is yours whenever you want it, get it wet, and oh! Mmm,” you whimper when James pushes you onto the bed, and yanks your legs to where you’re at the bottom of the bed. Spreading your legs wide, and he slaps his cock on your clit.

“Got it. Wet pussy, hard dick, I fuck.”

“I can do the same. If I wake up, and you're hard…”

“Jump on and enjoy the ride. Now,” sliding his tip down until he reaches your hole, he pushes through aggressively. Barreling into your heat and already becoming breathless. He felt good, but you couldn’t enjoy it. He was speeding past the good parts.

“James!” He grunts as he pounds into you even harder, grabbing onto your bouncing tits, “James!”

“I know it feels good.”

“Yes, but,” he doesn’t stop, and you need this to last. Fast at the end. Slow build in the beginning. “James!”

“Yeah? Yeah, right there?”

“No.”

His thrusts stop all together, and his face falls, “You’re not enjoying yourself,” it isn’t a question, but a statement.

“I would enjoy it much better if you gave me time to. Just…slow baby,” lifting yourself off the bed you let your hands slide down his chest. Grabbing onto his hips, “This isn’t a race, or a quickie, okay, sweetheart,” his eyes flutter close as he loosens up, letting you guide his pace. “Mmm, that’s better, isn’t it. Oh fuck…yeah, yeah. You get to really feel it. Take your time. Discovering what makes me wild. Explore. Change your angle. Lean back a bit, and push your cock up.”

He listens to your words. Smiling when you bite at your lip, “Yeah, oh you learn so quickly. That right…right there. Oh yeah! Now, don’t jackhammer, but…ahh!” You scream, lifting off the bed when he drives into you at that angle. “Right there, Jamesy. Fuck yeah! You found it. Right…there…oh god! Don’t stop. Don’t change. So good, baby. You’re doing so good for me.”

He is receptive to praise. And the perfect learner. Smiling even when you start creating tight circles on your clit. You finally get to feel him. Revel in how wide he has you split open. Sighing when he reaches depths that have never been discovered. His cock was angled perfectly to hit you right where you wanted him.

It was like he was made for you. The perfect fit. Giving it to you like you had wanted all these years. You didn’t mind helping him out, because it is helping you out. And it felt oh, so good.

“Oh shit!” He grunts, pulling himself out of you as your honey squirts out of you. “Oh shit, I hit the jackpot.”

“Do it again,” stabbing into you a few hard times, your body reacts, gushing out of you. Your eyes clench down close at all the pleasure that you are feeling, “Again! Oh! Oh, yeah! Right there, just like that. You’ve got it. Fuck! Fuuuck!” He keeps on until your whole body is quivering, making a mess of the floor. Holding still as your walls constrict around him. Petting over your face.

“You there?”

“Yeah. Oh god,” you let your head fall back on the bed. “Oh,” you let out a breathless sigh. “Oh, that was good. Now, can I take care of you?”

“What?” You sit up, letting his stiff cock slide out of you, and you pull him onto the bed, “Okay. Yeah. I like this. Usually girls just want me to hit it from the back or…”

“Shh, James, rule number one, don’t talk about other girls fucking you when I’m about to change your life,” his eyes go large as you grip his cock, kissing and licking up his vein. “I told you, I like tasting what you do to me. You had me all stretched out, and now I’m going to finish you. You want me to face you, or away from you?”

“What’s the difference?” He gulps when you spit on his length. Letting the saliva ooze down before you fist him.

“Facing you, you can play with my tits you so enjoy. Away from you, you can finger my ass.”

“Holy shit! I can’t think.”

“You think you can sit up, and suck on my titties while I ride you?”

“Yep,” Mace sits up, and leans against the bed frame, when you sling a leg over him. Holding firmly onto his cock, and you slowly sink over him. Taking the time to feel every inch and vein of his pretty cock. Sliding down until he reaches home, and is balls deep, and you have to adjust your position, he is long. “I get the pace.”

“Oh god,” you pant. “You feel so good. Now, be a good boy, and play with my tits,” he termbles, but listens. Circling his mouth around your engorged nipples as you start to grind over him. “The build up is so much nicer when you take your time. Let me come on your cock like this, and I’ll really ride you. You just let me know when you're close. Don’t cum in me.”

“No,” he pulls off you, staring at your nipple before moving to the other.

“Where do you want it?” Circling your hips over him, he whimpers the sweetest little sound. You could mold him to be exactly what you needed. “You want it in my mouth? On my tits? You want me to finish you by giving you a boob job? Let my tits stroke your pretty cock? Huh? Jamesy, what is it that you want, baby?”

“My god, please, just fuck me. You’re amazing. Whatever you want. Whatever. You. Ooh!” His voice goes up an octave whining when you start bouncing on him. Laying back he watches your tits bounce in front of him. “Perfect. You’re perfect. My god, your a fucking goddess. The best. This is…oh! Sunshine! Sunshine, if you don’t want me to cum in you.”

“That was quick,” you smirk, climbing off him, “Do I feel that good, baby boy?” He nods his head like an excited child. “I feel like you want to fuck my tits. You wanna make a mess? I can hang off the bed and let your balls slap over me at the same time.”

“My god,” his voice is weak as he stands up, “Where do I go?”

“Right at the edge. Over here,” you hang your head over the bed, and bring your tits together. “Make sure to lube them up with some spit. Why don’t you play with my pussy while you do this?”

He lets a drip of saliva run to your tits, and you spread it around. Waiting for him to place his cock in between your tits, and he literally whimpers, “Fuck me,” you grunt. “Go as fast as you want, honey,” Mace does just that. Desperately ready to see a mess on your tits. You don’t even care that he’s not playing with your clit. His desperate little moans are enough for you.

Straddling your head, his balls slap against your chest, and you want to suck on them. You want to suck on every part of him. He is a fast learner. “Uh! Uh! Fuck!” His pretty little balls tighten up as he spurts his load in between your tits. Slowing down his motion, before he just stands there panting.

“Why don’t you let my mouth clean you up, and you can stare at what a mess you made?” Backing up, he sees that smiling face. A woman that looks so innocent and well put together, but you are a freak. “Oh, Jamesy, that cock looks so pretty covered in cum. Let me taste it.”

“You are a little cumslut, you know that?”

“Uh huh. Give me some time to get on birth control, and I’ll show you what a cumslut I am,” you moan as you take his whole length in your mouth. He tasted like you and him. Musky with a tangy sweetness. Mace’s hand rubs over the lump in your throat; the bulge of where he was.

Distracted only when you gather some of the mess on your tits, and start rubbing it on your clit, “So this is not a one time thing?”

You suck on his cock like a straw as you pull him out of you, finally looking at the mess on your tits, “No. I’d prefer it if it wasn’t.”

“We…are we…is this just sex or is this a thing?”

“You only fuck me.”

“That…it didn’t really answer my question,” he is adorable trying to figure out what exactly was going on between the two of you. Needing a word or confirmation as to what exactly was going on.

“Let’s keep fucking, and see where it takes us. But you only fuck me. That cock is mine, and this cunt is all yours, sweetheart. Now, go get me a washcloth, and let's clean up a bit, and we can snuggle. Remember, fuck me when you want. I have no kids tonight. As long as I’m wet, stick it in me, and wake me up to you pounding into me.”

“Yes, ma’am. Whatever, you say. My little sex doll?” He asks, walking into your bathroom to gather a washcloth while you gather his cum to lick off your fingers. “My god, you’re something else,” you cock up an eyebrow, “And I like it a lot.”

“Good boy, Jamesy.”

One time. That’s all it took was one time of James being inside of you, and he was addicted. You took complete control, and both of you had a better time because of it. You showed that you were a complete freak for her man, and he was excited about it. You told him if he was hard, and you were wet to fuck you. Free range on your body and pleasure.

Waking up with a hard on was easy, but leaning over to see your peaceful face, he doesn’t want to. That innocent quality was back. He is sure that you were just bluffing. Alcohol hadn’t been involved, but women didn’t want that. Didn’t want to wake up to being fucked, did they?

You stir a bit in your sleep, and that perfect breast pops out from under the blanket. Your nipples look better when they’re hard though. He moves a bit closer to you, barely licking on the nipple before blowing cold air on it. You are already reacting to his motions, and your little bud starts getting harder.

“You could just suck it,” you peep open your eyes, and Mace is nearly face to face with your tit. “I meant what I said. Tonight, use me. Go on,” he surprises you by pulling your leg over his hip. Sliding his thigh in between your legs, and when you place your bare cunt on him, he moans, “I’m already wet, but you want,” your words turn into squeaks when he sinks over your tit.

His tongue flicks over your bud, while he simultaneously sucks on you. Pulling off to let you see the swollen peak, “You think I can make it bigger?”

“Uh huh. You think I can come without you inside of me?”

“I’m sure you can. Why don’t you show me,” grabbing as much of your tit as he can, he squeezes on the swell while he starts sucking on you. Letting you grind over his thigh while he partakes. Suckling on you like a babe that was in need of feeding. Giving you a little nip, before he lays you back a bit more to find the other tit.

Paying attention to the neglected one, while you move over him. Making the prettiest sounds. He paid so much attention to your tits, and you weren’t aware of how good it felt. Sure that you could get off from that alone.

“Fuck me!” You demand. You are getting close. “Fuck me like your whore!”

“Come first,” he is a tease. He gives each nipple a hard squeeze, rolling them in between his thumb and finger. “Go on, come, and I’ll fuck you like the little slut you are. I’ll fuck you as hard and fast as I want this time.”

“Uh huh. Please, just fuck me. Make me watch myself come on your cock in that mirror.”

“Oh, I will. I’ll have you coming so hard on my cock. I’m going to pound into your pussy. Make you feel me for the next week. You’ll be leaking all over my cock,” you grind down harder on Mace. moving over him like your life depended on it when a crazy idea strikes you. It was insane, but there were ways.

“Cum in my pussy, James.”

“You said no.”

“It’s yours. Cum in my cunt. I’ll get Plan B. Please. Please! Claim me! It’s your pussy. James! James!” You scream out his name as your belly starts to heat up. Ready to beg him for all he’s worth. “James, I want to feel you in me! There’s a drug store down the road. Please. Cum in my pussy, I want to see you leak out of me.”

He has never seen that. Had never felt his seed plant deep into someone’s core. The desire to see himself drip out of your pretty little pussy is too much to say no to. Not to mention his aching cock at you begging for his cum. “P-p-please!” Your cunt is so hot on his leg. You couldn’t even think about anything else, but him. You are on autopilot for cock and cum. “Please!”

“Fine, you little slut,” my god. Pleasure starts coursing through your veins at his aggression. He flips you over to your belly, lifting you to your knees, “Show me that slut cunt,” you arch your back even more, reaching back to spread your lips apart. “Yeah, that hole does need to be stretched and leaking, huh? You want to be a little cumslut, I’ll let you be one. But you’re just mine. And I get to pump you full the rest of the night, okay?”

“Yeah. Yes!” One swift movement, and he had bottomed out. Holding tightly to your hips, he starts rutting into you. His fingers dig into your skin, and you want to remember every part of this moment. This has always been your favorite position, and your body doesn’t take long to show him how much. Your thick honey leaks onto your thighs, and you start going into a paradise. Being used for pleasure, while you get your own euphoria.

Hips slapping against your backside, and you turn into mush, body starting to drift down to the bed, “No, you don’t,” Mace grabs onto your chest, and lifts you up to his front, “You wanted to see what you looked like. Look at my little filthy slut. You know you’ve already covered my cock in your cream? You are a dirty little cockslut that wants me to fuck my cum so deep inside of you, hmm?”

Your eyes roll back into your head, but Mace gives you a bit of a slap to your cheek, “I want you to watch yourself. Look at how you are letting me use you. Look at how you're reacting. How your body is recoiling with every fuck into you I make. Those pretty tits are just bouncing. Ahaha!” Mace starts laughing as you spurt juices around his cock.

“Sloppy little thing. You like being talked to like this?”

“Uh huh. James…fuck…harder!”

He smiles at your reflection, and grabs both of your tits. Using them as reins as he drives into your wet heat. This is what you are talking about. You wouldn’t care if he threw you around. He is using you so well, and you enjoy watching it happen. Seeing your eyes glazed over and high off orgasms.

“You got me in a fucking vice grip. Can you come with me? I’m almost there. I’m right there. Keep…keep squeezing. Yes! Fuck yes!” Warmth shoots into your hole, and you start going limp, but Mace keeps fucking it even deeper into you. He was a crazed man at finally feeling a hole drenched in his cum. His cock draws out of you, covered in both of your creams. “Fuck yes! Fuck yes!”

Letting your body drop to the bed, where he still keeps using you. Like a boy who had just lost his virginity, and didn’t know when to stop so he overstimulates himself. Hunching into you like it is his job. Like he’s going to get a grade. A solid growl exits his mouth. “Fuck yes! Fuck…fuck!”

“Mmm,” you tilt your head, watching him with a dopey smile. He is needy, but when his need is you, it didn’t matter, “Jamesy, you’re fucking me so deep. Oh, I feel you in my belly. How does my hole filled with your cum look?”

“Oh. Oh…I can look?”

“Yeah. I want you to see how you got me gaping, and filled up. Go on,” panting he pulls his softening cock out of you, and you get back on your knees. A hand goes underneath you, and you pull your lips apart, “You ready, baby boy?”

His head nods rapidly, and you start pushing out his cum. The hot liquid starts to trickle out of your abused hole, and James is mesmerized, “That’s all you,” you moan, starting to finger yourself. “That’s all of it, you,” letting yourself drop on your back, you start sucking on your fingers that are covered in him. “Mmm. Mmm!”

“How long does birth control take to kick in?”

Your eyes flutter open, and you try to sit up. Sore didn’t even touch how you really felt. A deep ache was inside of you. It has been years since you have felt all that. Your hand cups your mound, and you wince. You had maybe one good more fuck in you, but the bed was empty. It was good enough.

Mace probably had somewhere he needed to be. If that’s all you had of him, it would be enough. He made sure that you would feel him for a while. You take a glance over to the clock, it was too early and too late. A missed call from Casey’s phone with a sweet voicemail from Mirabelle to inform you of their arrival to the park.

“Uh,” you fully sit up in the bed, and look at your reflection, “You look and feel like a whore,” you tell yourself laughing. “Son of a bitch,” twisting your head to the side, you look at your body, before struggling to get out of the bed.

Hickies are all down your neck, and down your chest. Nipples looked a bit darker, and bruised. Your thighs sting, and you even had hand and fingerprint bruises all over your body, “I did tell him to use me. Oh god,” you try to pop your neck, stretching as much as your body allows. It was tender, but it felt so good.

“Morning, Sunshine.”

“Oh my god,” wrapping an arm around your chest, and covering your twat, you spin around, “James?”

“Yeah. I don’t know why you’re bothering covering yourself. Pretty sure I have licked and fucked everything possible.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I had an amazing night last night, and I was hoping to continue it this morning, but I know you had to be hungry. I was. I’m not the best cook, so I went to the closest place here, it’s McDonald's. I didn’t know what you would like, so I kinda got one of everything on the menu, and coffee. Do you like coffee?”

“You…I thought you…you came back?”

Mace walks his giant bag of food, and drink carrier of coffee over to the bed, and walks to your closet, throwing any random dress over to you, “There. Have breakfast in bed with me. I fed the dog before I left, too. And yes, I came back. We had fun. Yes, you told me that your cunt was mine, and my cock was yours, but I meant what I said.”

“And what was that? I did,” you look away. It is silly with how intimate you two had been, but the heat in your cheeks was letting you know how shocked you were to see him. “You kinda fucked me a bit dumb last night. I don’t know if I remember what you said.”

Mace chuckles, reaching into the bag for a hash brown, “Glad to be of service. I meant what I told you before the sex. I’m in. Sex is fun and fine, but I’ve never been a just sex kinda guy.”

“What does that mean?” The coffee feels amazing running down your throat. Even that is raw. You are need of hydration. You lost a lot of liquid last night.

“I don’t want to just have sex with you. What time do the kids get back?”

“It’ll be late tonight. They always bounce over to Magic Kingdom and watch the fireworks.”

“I’d like to take you to an early dinner then. We went a bit backwards. Fucking before a date, but we had a connection, and…I’m okay with putting on the brakes. You needed that last night, and so did I. I’m in. I want to date you. I can’t just walk away from you, and…I found a girl who is a bit of an at home teacher. She just got out of school, and she said she can come over to your house three days a week.”

“Thanks, but…you can’t…well, I don’t know how this works. I wouldn’t…but I already have, and…”

“Sunshine, please, tell me what you're thinking,” Mace places a calming hand on your knee. It is soothing, comforting. You hadn’t ever had a partner with Mirabelle, but it is definitely too soon for that. But this man had found a teacher for her.

“It wasn’t my plan to have my kids involved, but they already are, and…I don’t know how to do this.”

“Well…we can keep doing what we were doing. Maybe on nights that Casey and Will have the kids, we have our time. If you have a teacher with Mirabelle…I get lunch breaks. Do you?”

Biting at your lip, you reach for his biscuit, and take a bite, “Are you asking for a quickie on the job?”

“I was actually asking about a little chat in the grove. But if you want to wet my dick, I will not argue. It doesn’t have to be sex. I like you. I like your kids, in a not creepy way. I think Benning kinda likes me, and Mirabelle, I know she does.”

“So…we’re dating?” Leaning a bit closer to you, Mace nods his head with a smile. “Are we still having sex while we’re dating, or are we stopping that all together?”

“I’ll tell you what, when your birth control kicks in, we’ll go back to sex. Speaking of which, I went ahead and bought Plan B, and some condoms. I’m not pushing you or anything, I just think it’s best to be better prepared. But I think slowing down and getting to really know each other sounds nice, yes?”

“Yeah. I do, too,” he is surprising. He wanted you, but not just your body. He enjoyed spending time with you. The fact that the introduction to your kids already happened, and was decently successful made you even more comfortable.

“And I thought you might need a break, sorry for the bruises.”

“I’m not,” he looks down at your lap, his cheeks flushing a bright red. “I like being manhandled from time to time.”

“Well, you still need a break. Maybe we can pick out the things Mirabelle needs for her home learning? Or just watch a movie.”

“Or both.”

“I like both.”

“Me, too,” you didn’t know both was an option. “And I really need some water. I’m parched, and famished.”

“Ahh, got you a water bottle beside your bed along with some aspirin. You can’t live on greasy breakfast food, and coffee alone.”

This was new. It was fun. And it was interesting. But mostly it was comfortable. Too easy even, but you aren’t going to deny yourself that. It was a relief not having to be alone another day. Saturday’s were usually for cleaning up the house, and washing clothes, but you didn’t have to do it alone. You had company, and one that you enjoyed spoiling and taking care of. Judging by the McDonald’s and drugstore run, he did, too. And you were going to let him.

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