i am so excited to write this holy shit, i hope yall enjoy this but it’s gonna have some MASSIVE daddy kink, so if that ain’t your thing, i wouldn’t read it lmao. this is also PURE ABSOLUTE PORN so just a forewarning
also !!! if this does well and people say tell me they like it, i might do some more domestic and soft daddy obi wan headcanons in the future 😉 so lemme know if you guys want something like that
Taking Care of You // Obi Wan x Reader
rating: explicit !!!
warnings: daddy kink, soft dom obi wan, choking, PRAISE KINK FOR DAYS
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Finally, you and Obi Wan were together again. After a long mission away from Coruscant, Obi Wan was finally back. The second he got off of his ship, you practically dragged him back to your quarters. Pulling him inside while he laughed at your eagerness. He fully expected you to absolutely jump him and throw him onto your bed the second that your door was closed, but you didn’t. Instead, you hugged him tightly. Obi Wan said it was best if you two didn’t have any sort of affectionate physical contact in public, and that included hugging. So, you had to wait until you two were alone to wrap your arms around him.
“I...I missed you.” You mumbled with your face still buried in his chest. Obi Wan was completely stunned. This was absolutely adorable. You had both of your arms wrapped around his torso while you snuggled into his chest. He enveloped you in his large, strong arms and soothingly ran his hands up and down your back.
“I missed you too, my love.” Your heart swelled, and you hid your face against him as you felt yourself blushing. This didn’t last very long though, as he quickly grabbed your chin and pulled your face up to meet his. “Let me take care of you, darling.” If it was possible for your heart to melt anymore, it just did. Obi Wan was always like this with you, especially when coming home after long missions. He absolutely loved taking care of you, making you feel safe and loved. He would brush your hair, help you change your clothes, and even cooked you meals. It gave you a strong sense of security and safety that you cherished, and you made sure to always let him know how much you appreciate him and everything he does for you.
“Y-yes...” A word hovered on your lips, but you decided not to say it. Obi Wan didn’t seem to notice. The hand that firmly gripped your chin pulled you forward to kiss him. You relished in the feeling of his lips against yours, something that you didn’t get to feel often since he was always out on missions and away from you. While one hand stayed gripping your jaw, the other traveled all over your body, but finally settling to grope at your breast, causing you to moan. He chuckled into your lips before pulling away.
“You make such sweet sounds for me, little one.” Your cheeks flushed and you looked down, embarrassed. “Awww, look at me, little one.” The hand on your jaw lifted your face again, this time, accidentally putting some pressure on your neck. You moaned unintentionally at the feeling. His eyes widened, surprised at what reaction he had just accidentally caused. Tentatively, his hand traveled a little lower, wrapping completely around your throat and applying a little bit of pressure. This time, you whined, completely embarrassed by what he was able to do to you. “Well this is new...” He murmured to himself. “But interesting.” He took a mental note that you enjoyed that and removed his hand, bringing it along with his other hand to right below your ass and lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around his torso and let him carry you to the bed. Gently, he placed you down, peppering kisses down your neck.
“You are so beautiful, little one.” He murmured the praise into your skin, making your face light up. “Really, you are. You’re so strong, and gorgeous...” He pulled your shirt off over your head. “And I absolutely adore you.” All of this praise was making you light headed and floaty. You had no idea how Obi Wan could so easily send you into this head space. Was he even aware that he was doing it?
His hands felt like they were everywhere, and it took no time to make you a writhing mess underneath him. You couldn’t prevent the moans escaping your lips as his hands slid under your bra tweaked your nipples. His lips stayed on your neck, kissing and biting softly. “Good girl.” He chuckled, you knew that he loved it when you were vocal for him.
You felt completely overwhelmed and spacey, so it shouldn’t have come as such a shock to you that when his fingers brushed over your cunt, you moaned “Daddy!” You immediately untwisted your hands from the sheets and covered your face. In response, Obi Wan stopped his movements and stared at you, briefly stunned.
“What did you just say?” He managed to ask, still a little shocked.
“Uh uh!” You mumbled into your hands, too embarrassed to repeat yourself. Maybe he didn’t hear you right. Maybe you could just convince him that he misheard you. Before you could come up with something to say, one hand pulled your hands from your face and pinned them above your head. You hesitantly opened your eyes and were met with Obi Wan’s intent stare and an unreadable expression on his face. No, he definitely did not mishear you. Fuck.
“I asked you a question, little one.” His other hand lovingly stroked your cheek. Okay, he wasn’t angry with you. This was safe. He was safe.
You whined before finally opening your mouth. “D-daddy...” You stammered. He smiled down at you and those gorgeous eyes of his glimmered. He looked absolutely in love.
“Good girl!” He cooed, making your heart flutter. You giggled happily. He made you feel so safe and loved. He took his hand off of your face and slipped it under the waistband of your underwear, brushing against your clit. You whimpered, wanting more but not knowing how to ask. “It’s alright love, just ask me.”
“I w-want you to...touch me. Please.” You whined, his fingers swirling around your clit gently.
Obi Wan tutted. “That’s not how you ask me, little one.” His pointer finger teased around your entrance, but never slipping inside like you wanted. He was waiting for you to say it again. “Go ahead darling. Say it.”
“P-please, touch me...daddy!” He smiled, finally slipping two fingers inside of you.
“Good girl.” He pumped his fingers in and out of you slowly, causing you to loudly whine for him.
“H-harder...please.” Obi Wan raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to finish your sentence. “Daddy!” You moaned.
“That’s it...good. You’re always so good for me.” He pumped his fingers faster, curling them inside of you and making you reach new heights of pleasure. When your back began arching off the bed, Obi Wan could tell that you were close and removed his fingers from inside of you. “Do you want me inside you, love?”
“Yes daddy, please...” Obi Wan beamed at you.
“Of course love. Anything for my little girl.” Obi Wan pulled away from you to undress, making you whine and reach out for him. He laughed and looked back down to you. “I’ll be right there, love.” As soon as he was fully undressed, he came back to you. You reached down to pull off your pants, but he grabbed your wrists and stopped you. “Let me, little one.” You blushed and rested your hands above your head on your own. “Good girl.” He said, his voice deep and filled with lust.
He undressed you, pulling off your pants and underwear and removing your bra. He took his time, gliding his hands up and down your body slowly as he pulled each piece of your clothing off. Once you were finally undressed, you whined impatiently. “Daddy...please, I want to feel your big cock inside of me.” You mumbled, still feeling floaty.
Obi Wan’s eyes widened and he smirked at your words. “You are absolutely filthy.” He lined up the tip of his cock with your entrance. “And I love it.” Slowly, he pressed into you, stretching you and filling you up. You moaned, loving how full you felt already.
“D-daddy...!” You moaned, moving your hands to grip his shoulders, desperate to touch him.
“Uh uh, little one.” He grabbed your wrists with one hand and pinned them back above your head. Still desperate for him, you tried to grind your hips upwards to meet his, but he pinned your hips down with his other hand. “You will take what I give you.” You whined loudly, before he shushed you. “Hush little one. You’ve been so good for me. I’ll give you what you crave.” With that, he began pounding into you.
Obi Wan knew exactly how to take care of you. He knew what you needed and he knew how to give it to you. He knew exactly how much you could take and what made you tick. So, he kept his steady and rough pace and tightened his grip around your wrists. He knew you loved it when he lost control and got a little rough with you.
You felt like you had reached another plane of existence. You could only moan and whimper, occasionally letting out broken and breathy fragments of “Daddy!” as he fucked into you like his life depended on it. His tight grip on your writs was grounding you, but you wanted it somewhere else. You didn’t quite know how to ask him for it though, so you just looked up at him and whined. He immediately knew what you wanted. Of course he knew.
“Y-you’re such a good girl for me...fuck. Always so perfect.” Obi Wan was always so composed, but even he was struggling to form full sentences with the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing. “If I take my hand off of your wrists, will you keep them there for me? Like a good girl?” He asked, almost panting.
“Y-yes...daddyyyy!” You moaned out, just knowing that his hand on your throat would send you over the edge.
“You want to cum for me, don’t you?” He was still keeping up the brutal pace with his hips while his hand slid down to grip your throat. He didn’t apply a lot of pressure yet, just gently resting there to remind you who was in control.
“Please daddy!” You practically screamed, craving release. He chuckled, deep and low in his throat. Then, without warning, his grip tightened on your throat and squeezed.
“Then cum. Cum for daddy.” The combination of Obi Wan’s hand squeezing your throat and calling himself daddy caused the coil in your belly to snap, and you came with a silent scream.
His hips stuttered as you clenched around him, as he was on the brink of release himself. “G-good girl...” He trailed off, releasing the grip on your neck and growling. He fucked you through your orgasm before pulling out and stroking himself. You almost moaned at the sight of it, but your throat was too raw from screaming and being choked, so you could only let out a quiet whimper. With a loud groan, he came all over your stomach.
The second he came, his hand was on your cheek and he started talking to you. “Darling, are you alright? You were so good for me, absolutely perfect. I hope I wasn’t to rough with y-”
“Obi Wan, you were perfect.” You cut him off, still coming out of your post orgasm stupor. He let out a sigh of relief.
“Oh, thank the stars. I was so worried that I could have hurt you, or that I was too rough.” He stated frantically. You hushed him.
“You could never hurt me, I trust you.” You grabbed his face and kissed him, reassuring him that you were alright. He pulled away and made a face, clearly having come in contact with the cum drying on your stomach.
“Let me go get a rag and clean you up, love.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before he got up. You were beaming, feeling absolutely giddy with the knowledge that no matter what, and no matter how far away he might be, Obi Wan would always be there to take care of you.
