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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