I want to fidget with his hands. Gently tracing each finger, drawing shapes in the palm of his hand, the warmth and weight of his hand in mine soothing me. And we just sit in silence as I do this, each other’s presence being enough to just relax and enjoy the moment of peace.
crazy ass husbands gang + YANDERE ALPHABET / LETTER A
CONTENT: gender!neutral reader, race!neutral reader, yandere behavior — YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Hellboy - Loudly. His love is boisterous. As possessive as it is warm. His hand on your hip, tugging you inappropriately close during meetings. Endless shouts of ‘babe!’ through the echoing bureau halls until you’ve no choice but to turn, no matter how many agents are around to catch the exchange (he always waits until the halls are teeming with people). You live dangerous lives. Hellboy has met some of the bravest, most accepting souls that have ever walked the Earth by working with the BPRD. He’s also watched most of those people die. All the loss keeps him painfully aware of the gift that being with you is. It’s only with you he feels like more than a weapon, a ticking doomsday clock for humanity. With you, he’s a person. You’ll have to forgive him for holding you too tight; or watching you from alleys and rooftops when he swore the last time you caught him would be the last time he’d do it, scouts honor. He just can’t lose anyone else. Let alone you.
Robert Neville - Protection and tenderness; but the way Robert lost everything when the world ended has left its clear mark. A wound never healed. Only ignored, because to acknowledge the weight of everything stolen from him would be too great a risk. He can’t save what’s left of the world if he’s having a psychotic break brought on by grief. And it’s playing with something far more dangerous than fire to fall in love again when monsters still lurk in the dark. Greedy instruments in the utter destruction of humanity. Sometimes the grief, the fear, makes him unreasonable; he knows.
If his paranoia were unfounded, he could get control of himself. But it isn’t. The world is dangerous, and it makes Robert's hackles rise when you step outside the safety of his perfectly reinforced home into the messy, uncontrolled chaos of this city he used to love, ravaged by a violent virus and the vicious passage of time. He thinks about putting his foot down one day and telling you there won’t be anymore trips outside. Thinks of reaching for the countenance of the gentler man he used to be as he breaks that news. Softening the blow by saying all the things he’s avoided till now—like ‘I love you’ and ‘I can’t risk losing you’—instead of what’s most likely to come tumbling out, the scientist masquerading as drill sergeant, shouting ‘This is not up for debate’. He could withstand your hate if it meant ensuring one person he loved survived.
Homelander - Things get scary fast. The animalistic part of the brain that flashes neon red danger signs in the minds of other people must be broken in you. It isn’t entirely your fault, though. Homelander put on such a show for you. Prince charming. Considerate, of the sudden fame and the weight of so many people’s expectations. Romantic, almost boyish, as he presented you with bouquets of roses so perfect they seemed plucked from a movie. Came to meetings with you and didn’t allow you to be talked over or bullied into choices you weren’t comfortable with. He put all his acting prowess into the role of the century… being your hero.
And all the little worms and ingrates hovering at the edges of your world who watched you fall into the trap with pity didn’t dare open their mouths to warn you. It wasn’t worth their lives—especially because it wouldn’t even save you. No one could save you. Not from him.
His affection is a cage. He just doesn’t put you in one.
Maybe there’s a noble reason behind that, some actual modicum of love. An inability to put you through something that damaged him down to the foundations of his personhood. Or maybe he just knows he doesn’t need to.
He can hear your heartbeat from two cities away. Can fly halfway across the world in the time it takes most people to sneeze and wipe their nose. Vought would do anything to keep him pacified, and you’re the only thing that’s come close to keeping him calm since Stillwell. If you ran, Homelander wouldn’t even have to drag you back himself. He could send the rest of the Seven after you. It might just be wave after wave of Vought goons, until you give in and trudge home, a kicked dog ready to submit. And then would come the worst part: facing Homelander’s rage at being abandoned. The cage is better. You don’t know what’s waiting for you on the other side of it.
Qimir - His love is obsession. Qimir can’t let you go. You’re the other half of him. The bond between you is a vibrant thing, bursting with enough energy that it might as well be a star sitting atop your chest, crushing you with its gravity. You run from him. You have to. It’s the right thing to do. You used to fear the heat of his lightsaber at your throat. The overwhelming thrall of the darkest side of the Force whenever he grew closer. Now when you run, you’re terrified that you will look over your shoulder and find no one in pursuit.
You worry for nothing.
He finds you faster than ever, as if he can read your mind even across the light-years of distance you put between the two of you. Qimir’s hand on your throat, a lover’s caress instead of a captor’s rage. He used to be so angry, catching you back at the beginning, knowing it wouldn’t be long before you’d slip away again. His dark, bottomless eyes are different now. There is something soft in them. You avert your gaze. You are both going through a terrible metamorphosis. “One day, you’ll grow tired of this dance, little spark. And when you do, I’ll be right there, waiting.”
Clark Kent - The most profound act of love that Clark can offer you is his gentleness. It’s the same gift he offers the world. He doesn’t make empty promises, and the moment you slipped your hand into his and told him you loved him, he made several. I will never hurt you. I will always be there when you need me most. I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you, not even me. He didn’t speak the words out loud, afraid to scare you away with the depth of all that he feels for you. But he made the vows to himself, and he wakes up every morning thinking of how he’ll honor them.
There are times Clark’s head gets too loud, telling him just how fragile you are. Reminding him how many people want to hurt him but can’t, and would happily hurt you in his place. He comes to you when the thoughts become overwhelming (whispering dark suggestions of how you’d be safer, better off, in the fortress of solitude, and wouldn’t being safe make you happy…eventually). Clark doesn’t tell you everything, not wanting to scare you, but he tells you enough. And beautiful soul that you are, you throw your arms around him and tell him it’s natural to be scared when you have something to lose, but that there’s no one safer on the planet than you. Because he doesn’t love anyone like he loves you. Your absolute conviction quiets all that dark, worried noise in his head. At least for a little while.
Jim (28 Days Later) - He becomes a survivor for you. He learns how to scavenge for you. How to hunt for you. Kill for you. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do to keep you alive. You’re the only thing that matters anymore. Jim wishes he were some sort of brilliant scientist who could find a cure for the virus; or a pilot who could commandeer some miraculously abandoned plane and fly you to a distant part of the world that doesn’t smell like death and violence lying in hungry wait. But he isn’t any of those things. He’s just a regular bloke who survived by dumb luck until he ran into you, and then he was surviving by the grace of your kindness and inability to turn your back on someone who needed you. Even if that someone was a horrible liability in the beginning. He’s better now. Better at fighting. At knowing when it’s time to grab your hand and run for the hills. Better at getting worms onto hooks so he can bring back fish for dinner instead of having to risk the dangers of the city for recently expired cans of food. Whenever he falters, or wonders if he can stomach one more day of a future like this, he looks over at you and thinks—Anything. For them, I’ll do anything.
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NOTES | i'm simply a girl who's fallen to the dark side for qimir!!! qimir's lowkey a softie in this, which might not be canon, but idc!!!
You stumble back with your palm soiled wet.
Thankfully, you grounded the rest of your weight with your makeshift wooden staff. Panting, you drag yourself upward, readying yourself for what’s to come next.
Sweat drips down your forehead as the sun begins to dip into the horizon beyond the abundance of trees and overgrowth, the heat felt by your exposed arms and through your thin sleeveless wrap top.
It's been more than two hours of training, but your master knows your limit. Pushes you until you break–and he knows you’re far from your breaking point.
Perspiration also stains his forehead. Master Qimir wipes it away with the back of his hand, moving his hair aside too.
Moments like these, you pride yourself in knowing his identity after years of him preserving his anonymity behind that intimidating, powerful mask. He’s gained followers over time since you've known him, but you’re his one and only acolyte.
Your mind wanders further. Why does he choose to wear his mask in public when he can make nations fall to their knees just with a flash of his smirk?
Said smirk is plastered on his face as he twirls his two batons between his fingers with ease. Beyond his smirk, there was also the ordeal of seeing his glistening, gorgeous arms every day and–
Your master calls out your name playfully, “I hope you’re focusing on me.”
“You know I am, Master.” You’re not exactly lying. You inch closer, holding your staff firmly with both hands and pointing one end of it in his direction.
He tsks and lets out of a deep chuckle. It always bothers you how his chuckles make your heart skip a beat, among the other things it does to the rest of your body.
“You're focusing on things about me, Acolyte. Not on me directly, nor on my presence,”—he paces in a circle around you, with you tracking his every step—“If this was a real fight, you’d be dead.”
“Well, I can’t help it that my master can be so distracting!” you grit out, taking the opportunity to lunge towards him.
Weapons clash. Loud echoes continually reverberate throughout the forest, along with your occasional grunts.
Master Qimir’s style is aggressive and swift, always on the offense, so you’ve become accustomed to defend his moves well. He comes in with one baton towards your side, and the other towards your head. You deflect both smoothly, and without much thought, you decide to attack him.
However, your confidence blinds you.
Too close.
He elbows your arm and slams into your side, causing your staff to drop.
Then, Qimir shoves you far with the Force, distancing you from your weapon, and gets close again to hook his foot around yours. Your back stings as you fall down.
In the blink of an eye, he pins you down with both batons tightly pressed against your throat, cutting off your air supply. You struggle under him, trying your best to smack him away with your diminishing strength.
“Breathe, think, and focus,” he calmly orders, despite the agonizing scene in front of him.
You take a second to compose yourself, inhaling as much as you can for a second.
Suddenly, you feel his knee move up between your legs, spreading them.
And you feel him moving upwards again, but this time brushing against your core.
Your sparring composure absolutely shatters–a gasp and small moan release, and you’re back to struggling once more.
You assume it was a mistake, but you’re relishing in the pleasure nevertheless, even in your current state of distress.
“Focus, my acolyte,” Master Qimir barks, and he presses the batons harder into you. “Focus!”
Your vision begins to blur alongside the increasing pounding of your heartbeat in your ears. Gathering all your might and wanting to avoid disappointing Qimir, you breathe as much as you can and drown out everything to focus on how to get out of the situation.
With a sliver of consciousness left, you will yourself to use the Force and seize your staff. Your fingers clutch around it and you thwack Qimir hard on the head, disorienting him for a moment. Without hesitation, throughout your excessive gasping, you skillfully maneuver yourself to switch positions.
Now, your staff is pressed against his throat.
“Is this better, Master?” you pant and cough with a grin, basking in your success. “Am I focused now?”
He grants a brief nod, but you notice an unusual look in his eyes.
It reads as a rare time he’s overly impressed, but there’s something else.
Qimir raises his hand and gently curls it around yours, wordlessly asking you to lower your weapon. You ruffle your eyebrows, unsure why he’s letting down his guard against you during training.
“Master Qimir,” you whisper, still holding your staff to the side with a relaxed but guarded grip, “is this another test of yours?”
He shakes his head, his touch now carefully grazing your forehead and cheeks. Your staff rolls away as your eyes flutter, savoring this foreign feeling from him–tenderness, affection, warmth. A hand softly cups your face.
“Training’s over for today.”
The warmth fades into familiar roughness with a sharp pull by the back of your neck downwards.
His mouth drives into yours, each kiss igniting fire within you, sparking every inch of your body. Desire is bursting at the seams. He kneads your neck and body intently, mirroring you as you clutch onto his face and sturdy frame.
You’d be lying to yourself if you said you had never fantasized kissing Qimir before, but this is everything you dreamed of and better.
“Master–” you gasp sharply at the sensation of him pressing his knee up against you again. Reflexively, you writhe as your body screams for more.
“You like this a lot…” His tone drips of arrogance. Further pressure is added and he happily inhales your moans between his teasing chuckles.
You manage to muster the following amidst the rising pleasure, “So it was intentional before.”
“Of course.” His words are muffled as he leaves open-mouthed kisses upon the side of your neck. Your fingers dig further into his shoulder and scalp as he cups your breast. “You need to learn to push aside your desires when training.”
“Should we stop then?” The neck kissing sears you, especially when he tugs skin between his teeth to bite and suck. “To teach me a lesson?”
He shakes his head and removes himself from your neck, coming back up to drag your lower lip between his teeth.
“It doesn’t mean I want to push aside my desires.”
You catch a fleeting glimpse of his signature smirk before his lips are on yours again. Kisses become more electric as he dips his tongue into your mouth.
Hands fly erratically and grasp everywhere. His arms. Your ass. Fingers running beneath his top, feeling up his abs. His harsh grips of your thighs.
Unexpectedly, he holds you close and flips you over; you’re back on top of him again and you can surely feel his prominent desire against yours.
In a rush, you bunch up his thin shirt and attempt to pull it off him. He sits up with you in his lap and, with a fluid flick of his wrist, he rids you of your clothes and they are tossed to one side; his follow suit. Qimir promptly draws his nearby robes closer to be placed underneath you both, covering yourselves from the soiled forest.
The look in his eyes is unmistakably lust-filled, completely insatiable. He wastes no time in taking your tit into his mouth, tongue flicking and lips puckering, while one hand holds you by your back and the other dips two fingers into your desire, wet and ready for him.
You arch into him, leaning your head back and letting yourself go. Wanting to reciprocate, you reach out to stroke his cock. Relishing in the pleasure, he draws back his head, eyes closed, and leans his forehead against your chest.
The forest may be filled with the rustling of the wind against the trees and the odd bird cawing, but all you can focus on is Qimir’s throaty groans and every obscene squelch when he slides his fingers in and out of you.
He glances up and attempts to open his eyes as much as he can to give you his full attention, despite the heavenly strokes you’re giving him.
Eyes shine back at you with the utmost vulnerability–a sight you never see. A sight that you want to etch into your memory forever, knowing you, his Acolyte, could make your Master weak and let his guard down with just your touch.
“You don’t know how long I’ve held myself back…”
The vulnerability dissipates as he darts his tongue against your untouched nipple.
“...wanting to see you like this for me.”
You two become one for a while as he plays with you like a toy he just received as a gift. He tries you out, sees what you like and what you can handle. How sensitive you are with your breasts. How many fingers you can take. How much noise you make when he thumbs your clit.
At one point, he eventually removes his fingers from you, evidently drenched from your bliss. He holds out his fingers in front of you, and you realize what he’s suggesting.
Obediently, like you always are with him, you open your mouth and let his fingers lay on your tongue. You wrap your mouth around them, and finally let yourself suck on them a bit, tasting yourself and treating his fingers as if it were his cock.
When you finish, to your surprise, he sticks his fingers into his own mouth, sucking off the remnants of you. He then kisses you deeply. Tasting yourself in his mouth excites you, riles you up again and back to wanting the next step with Qimir.
As if reading your mind, he adjusts himself to lay back down vertically, and takes you by your wrist to lead you to sit onto him.
You hold his possession against you between your legs, teasing his tip by not quite sitting onto him fully, indulging in your control over him. However, at this point, Qimir lacks patience, so he grasps you by your waist and forces you to ease onto his length.
The guttural moan you release could easily be heard at all ends of the forest.
He fills you deliciously, stretches you in the sweetest way possible. Using the strength of your thighs and your hands to keep you steady, you bounce at a comfortable pace, not wanting this to end just yet.
When you find a good position to balance your weight, you allow yourself to stroke his perfect body. His chiseled abs. The solid planes of his chest. His strong forearms. The sharp jawline that you dream of kissing almost every night.
“You take my cock so well.”
A more familiar look flashes through his eyes, one that you normally see him flash prior to slaying Jedi or when he's in a bad mood. It’s drenched with darkness and dominance, almost bordering on fury.
You freeze, and then you feel it.
The constriction around your throat, created by the Force. He can easily kill you within seconds. He's done this only once to you, and that was when he was testing your loyalty to him years ago.
But this is different. Different than that time, and most definitely different than before with his batons. This is more controlled; the hold is mostly against the sides of your windpipe and it isn't overtly harsh.
On top of that, your entire body is on fire, becoming wound up by this act.
“Do you enjoy this?” he asks, tone teetering between curiosity and being threatening.
“Yes,” you mentally scream.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes,” you manage to croak.
He raises an eyebrow. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Nu-uh,” he says. “Say my name, my beautiful acolyte.”
You're too distracted to be caught up in the fact that he called you beautiful. Instinctively, you want to ride this new sensation to lead you to another high. But you know that if you don’t reply, he might not let you get there.
“Yes, Qimir.”
His signature smirk takes up his whole face and your pussy clenches tighter at the sight of it. He may have the upper hand with his strength around your neck, but so do you when you notice the flickering of his eyes.
“And how does my cock feel?” He tightens a little more around your throat, and you're affected further. Qimir's collectedness can only take much longer too.
“Feels good, feels so fucking good…”
Intoxication rises from your abdomen and to all ends of your body. Your eyes begin to roll, and you're so close—
And it's gone. The tightness on your throat stops, and so is your near-high.
You're about to complain, but Qimir quickly hauls you in close to his body. Face to face, forehead to forehead, your breaths fan one another.
“Before I let either of us finish, I want to hear you say my name as you come on my cock.”
That smirk will be the absolute death of you, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
“Can you do that for me?”
You nod breathlessly.
Your master holds you by your waist and immediately thrusts over and over, deep and fast into you. Desperate to reach his climax, and to ensure you get to yours too.
“QimirQimirQimir–”
And so you unravel, voice rising with every iteration. Saying his name like you’re praying for forgiveness from all ends of the universe.
Qimir then brings his mouth to yours once more, swallowing all your pretty whimpers and allowing himself to chase his own release moments later.
Laying on his bare chest, you glance up at him and wonder how the relationship between you will be from now on.
You couldn’t just go back to what you were before; you would now be a master and acolyte intertwined sexually at least, romantically at most. Would it not be complicated?
But of course, Master Qimir can hear what’s going on in your mind, and he doesn’t even need the Force to do so. Being his enigmatic self, he merely answers your thoughts by speaking the Sith Code:
“‘Peace is a lie. There is only passion…’”
He meets your eyes, strokes your face with a small smile. Affection blooms in your chest.
“‘Through passion, I gain strength.’”
Holds your hand against his beating chest.
“‘Through strength, I gain power.’”
His grip tightens.
“‘Through power, I gain victory. And through victory, my chains are broken.’”
Qimir leans in and kisses you deeply as the darkness of the night sky engulfs you, the sun saying its goodbye for the night.
And with that, you realize that no matter what will happen from here on out, he’ll always care for you.
That despite all the blood, sweat, and tears shed through training, stealing, and all the killing, he’s just as loyal and devoted to you as you are to him.
Rating: Fluff | Kissing | Light grinding | A pillow is thrown
Summary: You are the padawan to a masked man you had no name of. You have been by his side for years, training and mastering the arts of what he refers to as the dark side of the force. However, with Mae entering your life as his new favorite, you are beginning to question whether you belong there anymore. Something that you run to your closet fiend to talk about. Who knew confessing to Qimir about your trouble would bring a life changing moment.
“I’m not strong enough for him.” That was the first thing you said to Qirmir as you entered his shop. Borrowed shop? You didn’t care.
The defeat in your tone was enough to alert him of your dismay.
“That’s it. I’m officially useless to him. He doesn’t need me.” You blurted out all of your frustrations to the only person you have ever been able to call a friend, “All he cares about is his new acolyte Mae.”
You were both stationed here with Mae as she completed the next part of her trial which was to kill Master Torbin… Without a weapon.
“What makes you say that?” Qimir popped his head up from behind his counter.
“He’s been making me run these needless errands lately that literally anyone else in the galaxy can do.” You set a bag of powdered gold leaves onto the counter, “This took me an entire day to find and when I go back to the spot I left him, he was gone! Gone! Didn’t tell me where either.” You said frustratingly, “So I figured you might know what to do with this.”
Qimir took the bag and peered inside, a please look on his face as he hummed, “Actually I do. It’s the leaves I need to make a poison Mae requested.”
“Of course it is.” You rolled your eyes at the mention of her name.
Mae seemed to be taking the eyes of your master and Qimir lately. Something that made your eyes turn green with the overpowering feeling of jealousy… Of being abandoned.
“Look, I love Mae and she has become very dear to me, but… I was here first.” You felt like a child for saying that, “I know that sounds selfish, but it feels like he just tossed me aside for a better version.” You looked up at Qimir showing him the hurt and betrayal in your eyes before looking away to try and suppress your feelings, “And maybe… Maybe she is better than me… Maybe I should just take my loss and go.” You spoke in a near whisper, your throat tightening at the thought.
“No!” The way he quickly voiced his answer had you looking up at him waiting for him to continue, “You are strong with the force and an extremely skilled assassin.” He shook his head, “You don’t have to leave.”
You sighed and moved past him and the counter, “But what if he wants me to leave Qi? You don’t understand. It’s like he doesn’t even see me or the power I possess. All he ever says to me is that I’m not ready to become his acolyte and that I need to help Mae ascend yet…” You slumped into the cot that he called a bed with a huff, “I’m older than she is! I’ve been with him longer might I add. I’ve never questioned him, I’ve followed him loyally and this is what I am granted with? To be a baby sitter?”
“One useful skill may come out of that job.” He noted and you missed the blush in his face at whatever he was thinking about…
“And what might that be?” You muttered tiredly as you stared up at the ceiling contemplating your life and how you could just be better.
“You would make a good mother?” Qimir shrugged his shoulders as he tried to had the small smirk on his lips.
You launched one of the pillows on the bed the moment those words left his mouth. It was going straight for his head to which he surprisingly dodged with ease, but that didn’t stop the surprised look appear on his face as he raised his hands in surrender.
“Not funny.” You grumbled and crossed your arms, turning to face the wall with a pout.
“Okay okay. I’m sorry.” Qimir said as he walked over to where you were. When you didn’t turn to face him, he decided to take a seat on the edge of the bed beside you. There was a thoughtful look on his face before he spoke again, “Maybe… Maybe he is looking out for you.”
That got your attention. You sat up, your shoulders brushing against his as you peered up at him with confusion, “What do you mean?”
A nervous blush creeped up his face as you leaned closer to him, “Well I mean… I…” He trailed off nervously, “I just mean that maybe you just might be more important to him than you realize. He could be looking after you to take on a more important role.”
“What’s more important than being his acolyte?” You huffed in confusion as you look towards your fiddling hands, “I remember what he said to me all those years ago when we first met. He promised he would make me a powerful force weirder and that I would stand by his side as his acolyte and now… Now I’m starting to question if he really meant it.”
Qimir’s hand found yours and gave it a comforting squeeze, “He meant it and… You are powerful. Just as you are brave and unlawfully kind.” He assured and it was your turn to blush.
It seemed like he always knew what to say to you in ways that made your heart flutter and your cheeks burn, “Qi…” You breathed out as you glanced at his lips.
He was quick to copy your movements leaning in closer to you as he did so, “Maybe he sees too much good in you to turn you into something your not.” He whispered, his breath caressing your skin.
“You seem to know a lot about what he may think.” You whispered, suddenly lost in his darkening gaze, “Why is that?”
“What can I say? I’m good at reading people.” He smirked slightly as he looked down at your lips again, “I’m also extremely possessive over what I care about. Knowing him means knowing you.”
“Okay…” You hummed accepting his answer, “Alright then mister possessive, what am I thinking about right now?” You mused, a mischievous glint sparkling in your eyes.
It was something the Qimir couldn’t get enough of. It was your playfulness towards him that was like a breath of fresh air against the darkness he was met with daily.
“I would say…” His speech was slow as he traced your face with his eyes, “That you really want to kiss me.” He teased lowly. There was a small grin on his face in knowing that he was right.
He was always right.
“Do I now?” You didn’t try to deny it as you leaned in closer to him, “And you? What do you want to do?”
A low noise emanated from his throat, almost like a pleading sound as his lips brushed against yours, “I want to kiss you...” He said in a way that made your heart yearn for him.
“Then what are you waiting for? Kiss me.” You breathed out, your heart racing wildly in excitement.
That was all he needed to hear as he leaned down to press his lips against yours. Your eyes fluttered closed at the soft sensation in the way that he kissed you. It was delicate and gentle as if he was afraid to push you too far, but the way your arms circled around his neck, pulling him closer to you, was all he needed to know.
He felt like light between your fingertips as you ran your hands through his hair and he was gentle with his movements in guiding you back against the bed. “Beautiful…” He breathed out, fitting himself snugly between your legs.
“Qi…” You breathed his name against his lips, arching your back as he tugged your bottom lips between his teeth. He held himself back, letting go of your lip to really look at you. You couldn’t help but look at him with awe as he gazed at you with so much love and devotion shining in his eyes.
“You are just… Breathtaking.” He admired you with every part of his being, “Utterly breathtaking…” He seemed mesmerized as his right hand traced along your curves.
You blushed, a small smile playing on your lips as you looked away from him embarrassed by his loving words, “Who knew you were such a flatterer.”
He chuckled lowly as he leaned back down to kiss your lips. All too quickly he left and began leaving a trail of kisses down to your neck. You couldn’t help your eyes fluttering closed at the feeling.
“You deserve to be flattered.” He continued losing himself in everything that was you. He rocked himself against you as he held back the urge to devour you entirely. He wanted too so desperately now that he knew you were his, body, soul, and mind. He would never let you go, not now… Not until his last dying breath. “You deserve the galaxy, my little flower.” He muttered softly against your skin.
You have much to learn little flower.
You moaned lightly at the pleasure he filled you with almost kissing his last words, but you heard them. Your mind took a moment to register the deeper meaning behind his endearment, but when you did your eyes opened in realization. It was him. Qimir was him. No one knew about that little nickname except for…
“Master?” You whispered running your fingers through his hair in a gentle manner, but your heart beat widely in your chest as he stopped kissing you.
“Hm…” He hummed a small smirk gracing his lips as he breathed against your neck, “You finally figured it out.”
You placed your right hand on his cheek and gentle lifted his head to face you, “He’s you?” You said in awe as you pieced together every moment up until now, “You’re him?”
“I am.” He searched your eyes for any fear or resistance, but his shoulders relaxed as he saw none.
“So… That is why you were never around when he— I mean when you were training me? Because you were already there.” Your brows furrowed, “Does Mae know?” A small pang filled your chest at the possibility of her knowing your masters identity before you.
He shook his head, “No.”
The pang quickly left, filling your chest with relief as you let out a small sigh, “So… That’s how you were so sure about how he was feeling because that’s what you truly felt…” A blush filled your cheeks at the kind words he said to you earlier.
However, you realized something else as well. He was the one who kept you from becoming his acolyte. You gasped as you smacked his chest causing him to groan and you would have cared for the old Qimir if you didn’t already know how strong he truly was as your master.
“Why won’t you make me your acolyte?” You huffed slightly embarrassed now that you know you spilled your guts to him, “This entire time I have told you how I felt. I am devoted only to you master so why will you not let me become your acolyte?”
“I thought you would have figured that out by now.” He chuckled shaking his head.
Your brows furrowed in confusion, “What do you mean? That is why you train me, it is why you let me stay with you, is it not?”
Strands of his hair fell into his eyes from the way he shook his head. You couldn’t help, but reach up to brush them away, something that had his heart flutter and his lips curl up into a soft smile. He leaned into your touch, his eyes closed as he spoke softly, “I don’t want you to become my acolyte anymore because I couldn’t bear the thought of something ever happening to you.” His gaze darkened, “I would burn the galaxy before that ever happens.”
You smiled softly and brushed away the creases from his brow, “I know.”
“I want you to be mine.” He nuzzled his nose into your wrist before placing a gentle kiss upon in, “I want you to be my equal… Not as someone who does my bidding, not as my padawan or my acolyte, but someone who stands by me.”
“I want you my little flower because you are everything I wish the world to be.” He finished, a soft look in his eyes.
Love swelled up in your chest at the confession he conveyed so deeply to you. His love sealed your fate to him as you leaned up towards him. You brushed your lips against his, the both of you conveying your strong emotions to one another with the look of your eyes.
“You have my heart Qimir and I will stand by your side, always.” You agreed softly.
It was a promise that the two of you would keep without any doubt. He was yours and you were his until the end of time.
tags: ep6 but with even more seducing and sexual tension. 18+ smut. making out, hickies, teasing, inexperienced virgin reader, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, he’s sweet
a/n: I had many thoughts when I watched ep6- I wrote this just for me tbf so it’s just a lil recap w a continuation of how I’d fold - started writing this last july….
prologue | main masterlist
you woke up erratic, panicked, and confused. you looked around your surroundings and were taking it in but first you tried to remember what happened.
the last thing that happened.. was fighting with Mae... she used the force to push you away and you just saw black and woke up here.
then you remembered all that happened before then and seeing your old friend get brutally killed. Sol told you to get Mae but you never saw him again. Was he safe? Did that sith kill him?
you calmed yourself down and took a proper look around, it looked like you were in a cave someone had a small base in. there was a small pond-like bath on the floor, random barrels all over the place but what gets your attention is a container.
you got up but not before feeling a small pain on your right side. you lifted up the unfamiliar top you were wearing and it was bandaged up but was stained red.
you sighed and went straight for the container, taking a small sniff then drinking all the remnants. you put it down when you heard some noises which quickly alerted you.
you looked to where it came from and you walk straight towards it.
it was just a small creature that ran away at your presence. There was a sack of stuff right next to it so you quickly dug through it and the first thing you found was a knife.
that was a good thing to keep.
you set it aside and dig through it more, next was a bunch of clothing that you quickly put on.
you walked out of the cave and all you could hear were the sounds of loud waves. your eyes widened as you got to the entrance and it wasn't like anything you've ever seen. all you could see was the ocean.
the sky was grey and there was a slight bit of fog as you tried to look further into the ocean.
it was a completely unfamiliar planet to you and you’ve made your way around the galaxy.
there were a bunch of rocks and somewhat of a walkway below the cave so you carefully went down.
you walked closer to the shore quickly noticing a small family of skura, you then stood on the rocks and looked at the waves coming in. it looked like there was no end.
the only thing you could see was a tiny island with a platform on the end of it.
and a ship on it.
you felt a tiny bit of hope when you suddenly felt his presence so you looked behind you only to find him walking alongside the path by the rocks. he had walked past you, just completely ignoring you.
you followed him as quietly as you could, on his tail to where he was always in your eye sight. you snuck behind him for quite some time until finally he stopped.
he put his sack down then he started to take his cloak off and you just watched blankly as he took off everything he had on.
it didn't do anything for you because you were smarter than that and in your head still considered yourself a Jedi. that kind of attachment was a huge no from the beginning of your training so you never cared for that attachment even after leaving the order.
but that long scar on his back did catch your attention for a slight second.
after taking everything off he went into the small body of water that was surrounded by big rocks that blocked off going into the actual ocean. you kept your eye on him with your knife on your right hand. but as he got further into the water that was when you saw something on a rock almost right in front of you.
his lightsaber.
you had to play it safe so you moved slowly and quietly then you bent down to grab it. you held it in your hands, admiring it for a few seconds before he spoke, "how's it feel?"
"don't move." you say, getting into the defense position you always did, and hold his lightsaber out as he turned around to look at you.
"feels good doesn't it? to hold one again after so many years? assuming you didn't keep yours after you left. even your stance is still good, just keep your legs more apart so you can move around more swiftly before attacking." he says and starts to swim back to you.
"stay right there." you threaten and hold the saber with both hands, pointing it towards him.
but he didn't stop. just brought a hand up and pointed towards his clothes. "well if you're not gonna join me, I'd like to put my clothes back on."
you remained silent until he got closer, carefully watching his every move in case he tries something. he got out of the water, standing up completely bare, and walking towards you. "you're thinking in your head if it'd be an honorable act to kill me here, after what you witnessed, it'd be justified. and a few hours later it's pure vengeance?"
he picks up a piece of clothing and slips it on as he speaks, "now you're wondering how I'm reading your mind... I can't."
"not exactly. your rage betrays your thoughts." he explains and grabs his shirt and slowly puts one arm in the hole.
"why did you bring me here? why not kill me? am i meant to be your prisoner?" you quickly ask, your eyes still have yet to waver from his.
"prisoner? you're the one with the weapon, not me." he says and finishes putting his shirt on.
"did you kill Sol?" you suddenly ask and feel anxiety arising in your body waiting for his answer.
he waits a few seconds before he responds. he looks back up at you, his eyebrow slightly raised, "no."
you felt a wave of relief wash over you before more anxiety came in once again.
"did you kill Mae?" you ask and take a step closer.
"no, interesting you asked about him first though. he was your master. taught you everything you know, but he's more to you than you'd care to admit." he finishes and reaches down to grab his sack.
he puts it on his shoulder before continuing, "it's a special relationship, isn’t it? between a master and pupil." he walked around you then walked back to where you came from, knowing you'd follow behind him.
you kept quiet as you walked back, many thoughts running in your head. at least you knew that Sol was safe but his words. how could he know so much about you already?
and how was it that he wasn't reading your mind when he was for the most part spot on? you couldn't let him know that obviously but it just feels like he might know it already.
why hasn't he killed you? and how does he know so much about being a Jedi?
you saw the giant rock with the platform out of the corner of your eye and that's when you decide to speak up, "you talk as if you're a Jedi."
"I was. A long time ago." He says and you furrow your eyebrows.
"i've never heard of you." you mutter making him chuckle.
"it was a really long time ago." He responds and you walk slower.
"why'd you bring me here?" you ask and look at the back of his head.
"why do you think?" he asks back almost making you roll your eyes.
"leverage. against the Jedi council." you answer honestly and he turns to look at you, "everyone does seem to want you."
once he turned his head back around you couldn't hide the eye roll. it was such a small way of testing the waters to get a reaction out of you but it wasn't enough. at least not enough for the reaction he wanted to see.
“if you keep me here Sol will find me. his strength in the force is extremely powerful.” you confidently say and he turns to face you.
with a puzzled look on his face, he corrects you, "you think that's his strength…..? that's your strength in the force Y/n, someone should teach you that."
"I'd start swimming if you want to get to the ship before sundown or you could wait for the tide to calm down." he says and you quickly look at the platform. “are you hungry?" he adds and you look at the waves.
they weren't slowing down.
you heard him walk away and you knew you weren't going to swim out there. you needed answers.
so you followed his tail again but never getting too close.
he went into his cave and went directly to put his sack on the bed where you were laid earlier. "what did you mean by my strength in the force?" You asked and he quickly responded, "Exactly that."
he walked over to his small crockpot and bent down to stir the stew he was making. "if you were a Jedi you'd know it's something you always need to do. without training it fades." you say and slowly start to feel curiosity growing.
"that's what they told you. the Jedi teach there's only one way to use the force, if you don't do it their way, it fades." he says looking directly into your eyes, as if it'd make it stick to your head.
he dipped his finger in the substance and licked it, "but there's another way."
"below the surface of consciousness are powerful emotions. anger, fear, loss.... desire." he explains, making sure to meet your eye at the final word. you shake your head as he pours some of his stew into a bowl.
the memories of your training coming back all at once and you knew where this was going.
“that's the path to the dark side." you reply and he lightly shrugs.
"more so or less." he says and stands up.
"you murdered my friends." you mutter and he doesn't wait to respond. "I killed Jedi. I killed those that threatened my existence."
"You killed Yord." you added and he slowly started to walk towards you.
"The man that didn't hesitate to turn you in for a crime you didn't commit, who wasn't even willing to hear what you had to say." he says and continues walking towards you.
"You killed Jecki!" you say with the slightest crack in your voice.
"And where would that have led you? Having the same relationship you did with your master? One sided? Why do you love people who can only go so far but not as deep as you can, as deep as you need them to?" He questions and holds the bowl out for you.
"I am not my sister, I'm not so easily corrupted." You spat and turned around quickly walking away from
him.
you stormed out of the cave and he calmly followed behind you.
you took a drop breath and looked over at the ocean, hoping the waves could calm you down because he was really pushing you. you never imagined you’d be put in a situation like this.
it was unlike anything you’ve ever endured. and he was unlike anyone you’re ever met.
"You forgot about something?" he asks and you quickly turn to look at him as he leans against the side of the cave.
"You stayed here to do something, do it." he says and walks over to you. you brought the lightsaber up, as a warning but he held it with you and aimed it to his abdomen. "Turn it on."
"A Jedi doesn't attack the unarmed.” you say, locking eyes with him and attempt to pull the saber away but he quickly grabs your arm and pushes the end of the saber to his stomach. "Why do you still think of yourself as a Jedi? They didn't want you." he snaps and you try your hardest to remain calm.
"That's not true, I left."
"Why?"
"Because I chose to.”
"Are you sure?"
"Let me go!" you plead and he forcibly moves the saber below his chin.
you were feeling slight anger bubble up in you and his words were only making it worse. you were also feeling frustrated, at yourself just thinking of those memories. of the buildup that led to that decision.
you gripped onto the saber yourself, kind of fighting with him to keep it steady. “What you're feeling right now, this anger and pain is who you are. The Jedi saw the real you and that's why they threw you away" he says, gripping his lightsaber to make sure it stays there.
"They didn't throw me away." you were barely able to say it. your voice cracked, tears were welling up in your eyes, and your breathing became more rapid.
"Then why aren't you a Jedi?" he asks and lets go.
you could hear your loud heartbeat in your ears and you just wish you’d be anywhere but there. you wish you were back in Khofar, Coruscant, anywhere that wasn’t with him.
wishing you could be with anyone that wasn’t this man. he clearly was willing to do anything to see you break and maybe you just weren’t as strong as you thought. as strong as you’d want and need to be.
"Why aren't you a Jedi, Y/n?" he asks again and he broke you.
"Because I failed!" you yelled, turning the lightsaber on and pushing him back against the wall with just your forearms.
you held it near his neck, somehow having enough self control to not separate his head from his body. you were breathing heavily, mentally kicking yourself over the fact you let him get into your head but he didn't fight you. he didn’t even look shook up or nervous.
"I understand. I lost everything, Y/n. But when you lose everything." he calmly explains, lightly putting his hand on your right arm, "that's when you're finally free." you couldn't get any words out.
you just retained eye contact and felt gutted that you could somehow relate to his words. it shouldn’t be something that you can relate to, especially not by someone like him. you were meant to be different than him, not feel similar to him.
you turn the lightsaber off while taking a step back then dropping it to the floor before walking back into the cave.
a tear fell down your cheek but you quickly wiped it away because it's probably what he wanted.
disappointment hit you.
you always had that anger from your childhood trapped inside you. it's taken it's toll on you over the years, especially when you left the order. him bringing those memories back was like a stab in the heart.
his last words only had you filled with even more curiosity and you couldn't leave until you had your answers. you needed to know more.
more about the force. more about him.
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a good hour had passed when you were finally able to calm yourself down and when he offered you food again, you didn't reject it.
you realized with all this running around, you hadn't been eating well the past few rotations. your eating habits would probably become worse because of this but that's a thing to worry about for later.
right now you wanted to see if you could somehow crack him.
you had been watching him work on his mask when you finally had the courage to ask, "did you give the same pitch to my sister?"
"I was wrong about Mae. I thought she wanted more than just revenge, I thought she wanted what I want." he explains and you quickly butt in.
"what do you want?" you ask and he stops.
"the power of two." he responds turning to look at you and you're hit with whiplash.
the power of two.
you don't say anything. he turns back around before slightly turning his head to look at you for a brief second then looks straight ahead again.
he grabs the ends of the back of his shirt pulling it forward then uses all that extra length to wipe sweat off his face.
you couldn’t help but look at the scar along his back. it was long and it was safe to assume it must’ve been painful when he received it, just based on how it looks.
it had two ends on each shoulder blade and they connected by the middle of his back. one end was nearly reaching his left side. it’s color was a bit lighter than his skin tone, nearly white so it popped out more.
you quickly realized it was something so subtle, that it was quite obvious what he was doing. how he hasn’t quit it yet was beyond you.
"Do you want me to ask about your scar?" you ask and he chuckles before turning to look at you.
"What makes you say that?" he asks and you shrug.
"Just an odd way to wipe some sweat no?" you test making him shrug nonchalantly.
“I don't think so." he says and you hum.
you sighed and decided to ask anyway, "Where'd you get it?"
"How do you think I got it?" he asks, making you fight the urge to roll your eyes.
"Why do you always want my opinion before you respond?" you ask because he kept doing it.
"Maybe I want to hear what you think." He responds and you hit him with a fast rebuttal, "why's that?"
"I like hearing a second voice." he responds and turns back around.
you're once again left speechless and you weren't sure how to respond. how could you respond?
there was only one thing in mind, a popular phrase that always makes its way back into your life.
"looks like someone stabbed you in the back." you say making him chuckle.
"something like that, let’s just say someone.. threw me away." he admits and your eyes widen remembering what he said earlier.
"your master?" you ask softly and he stops.
he just stays silent and you nearly feel bad for asking but not bad enough so you kept pushing.
“so was it like getting pushed to the dark side since there was nothing else going for you?” you ask and he turns to look at you again, “in the sense that you’re left alone.” you add making him chuckle.
“that’s.. brutal. what makes you say I’m alone?” he asks, slightly tilting his head.
“just an observation.” you clarify and he nods.
“seems we might have that in common.” he says, making you scoff.
the audacity.
“think about it, right now in your life, who do you have to rely on?” he asks and you bite your tongue.
there has to be someone you could say to prove him wrong. but unfortunately, there wasn’t and your best friend was a small PIP droid so point proven..
“It’s not always a bad thing.” he implies and stands up, setting his tool next to his mask.
“why would that be?” you ask and cross your arms against your chest.
“because sometimes with the way the galaxy works, it could bring two people that are alike together..” he said his words slowly as if to carefully construct his sentence off what you might want to hear.
“what are you trying to say?” you ask and raise an eyebrow.
he leans against the back of his chair and folds his arms together. there was something in his eyes this time that you couldn’t pinpoint what it was but it sent shivers down your body.
“that maybe I won’t repeat the same mistake with you.” he nearly said it in a whisper but you heard it clearly.
you gulped and shook your head, “how would you know that?”
“just a feeling..” he whispers and you feel your heart start to race.
why was that happening?
“I think you’re imagining things. must be what happens when you’re just so lonely.” you reply, making him crack a small smile.
“maybe. although something just tells me you want something else that I want as well…” he says in a sultry tone and you feel yourself growing nervous.
this was such a bad sign.
you should run off and see if the tide is clear, go hang out with the small family of skura you saw earlier, do anything to not entertain this in any capacity.
but you couldn’t move. he wasn’t even doing anything. you just didn’t have the willpower to tell him he’s crazy and leave. you couldn’t bring yourself to and that was the scary part.
you’ve come across all kinds of creatures and people that try their hardest to persuade you but it was just the way he was speaking that was like putting you into a trance. you felt stuck. entrapped. conflicted.
you’ve never felt this way before which just made it all the more confusing.
suddenly as if your conscience grew its own mind you shook those feelings away, because you knew better than to cave in into what he’s trying to feed you.
he did already break you earlier but that didn’t mean he’d be able to do it for this. you couldn’t let him.
“Now you’re definitely imagining things.” you say and let out a chuckle.
he didn’t believe you. he found it very hard to especially with how long it took you to respond along with other noticeable things like how your body language wasn't matching your words.
“couldn’t come up with something more clever? am I already getting into that pretty little head of yours?” he lightly teased and you just shook your head.
“you can think that if you want.” you quickly said and a small smirk tugged on his lips.
“I think I just might.” he responds, making your face grow warm.
there was a moment of silence between you two, you found it hard to break his gaze and he wasn’t going to be the one to break it for the sole reason of doing anything to see you crack.
he could already sense he was close and he hasn’t even touched you yet. he did have an idea of how he could get you how he wanted but now he was improvising.
you surprised him. you were already a curious person but for it to go to this extent? you were nearly at his mercy just from some little words?
he didn’t find it pathetic, only because it’s you. if it were any other being sat in his base looking at him the way you were, he’s not so sure he’d feel the way he did now.
he took a step forward, slowly walking towards you which had you now on high alert. you quickly stood up as he went down the steps and you began walking backwards.
he wasn’t stopping and the eye contact was so intense your heart began racing again. you kept taking steps back until your feet hit something and before you could think of doing anything, he took the final steps to be right in front of you.
Your butt was against what felt to be a barrel, and you should’ve just ran. although deep down you felt a greater need to stay.
“you’re curious aren’t you? about how those emotions take a play in the force?” he quietly asks and you stay still.
you were looking up at him as he slightly towered over you. was there really any point in lying to him or yourself at such close proximity? he’s read you so easily already and you did want to know.
what harm could possibly be done with a bit of curiosity?
“a little.” you whisper and a half smile appears on his face.
you looked down at it for a slight second before looking back up at his eyes that were now filled with something unfamiliar yet again.
“well you showed a good amount of anger earlier, it’s a start. you used the anger you felt to attack. if I were any other person I’m sure you would have been angry enough to kill me. or at least be able to attack in a faster manner which you know is helpful in combat against someone with a lightsaber.” he explained and you nodded.
it made enough sense for you to not shut him down and call it lies. but it did raise some questions.
“can’t you also be blinded by it? that would just lead to sloppy movements and a chance for the enemy to catch you off guard..” you explain and he hummed.
“if you have these emotions on the surface, you’d have to control it properly in order for it to fully help you. so yes you can be blinded by it, it takes discipline and patience in order for any of these to help you.” he says making you nod.
“fear for the most part works slightly different. fear could be for your life, of your decisions, an enemy. the way you use fear is to think of it like a life or death situation. finding ways to escape. thinking of it as your last fight.” you were taking a mental note of everything he was telling you because not only did everything sound reasonable but what he said earlier was right.
you’re not a Jedi.
everything happens for a reason and you left the Jedi order for a good one.
“loss could be a mix of anger and sadness, a very dangerous combination. this was how Mae was able to take the lives of two Jedi.” he explains and you gulp.
you knew she killed Master Indara but Master Torbin apparently said his peace to Mae then killed himself, according to Sol’s speculation. guess he’s counting it because she handed him the poison and he drank it willingly.
that only meant…
“you killed Master Kelnacca?” you whispered and looked down.
of course he did.
his silence was enough of an answer but he nodded as well. “she had a change of heart and wasn’t going to get the job done.”
you shook your head, looking back into his eyes, and he continued, “she used the feeling of loss towards family, towards you, to help her fight against Indara. But once Sol told her you were alive, something changed in her.”
“you being alive changed her perspective on everything we’ve worked for. on everything I taught her. because of that, she isn’t fit to be my acolyte.” he explains, making you hum.
it was all becoming to be too much. it was so much information and these past few days have been a whirlwind of emotions for you. Mae being alive also changed things for you.
it mainly caused confusion.
confusion on every aspect and every decision of your life. there was never even an ounce of hope that she somehow would’ve survived. but now that you’ve seen her, and hugged her, so much is going to change.
he clears his throat and you look back into his eyes, “shall I continue?”
you blinked, feeling uncertain if you really wanted to know about his last emotion example. but he didn’t look like he was going to move and you didn’t really want to fight him off so you slowly nodded.
“now desire works in an ample of ways… it’s the one emotion that is very versatile. you could have a desire for more power which will make you fight hard for it. desire for power is motivation for some people and they won’t stop at anything until they get it.” he explains, making you hum.
“desire for knowledge is also something that will make someone do anything for. especially if it could help them in any way.” he says and gives you a look.
“fair enough.” you mumble earning yourself a chuckle from him.
“regular ole desire.. that can be used for a handful of things. if you practice enough that’s how you can get something you want without even needing to use mind control tricks.” he explains and never looked away from you.
his stare was deafening, you didn’t have anything to say and you couldn’t tell if it was because you were speechless or because he was slowly but surely getting into your head again.
“desire might be the most important one of them all…” he whispers and your breath shudders when you feel his hand on your arm.
“it’s nearly crucial to know how to control your desire… otherwise you might end up somewhere you don’t want to be.. or it could lead you somewhere unexpected..” he whispers and leans down.
“is that why you brought me here?” you whispered back and he’s silent.
almost as if he’s contemplating on if it’s a good idea to be truthful.
“earlier I said that I had a feeling you want something else I want…” he whispers and leaned his head down so he could look directly into your eyes.
you stood still. your eyes slightly widened at what the insinuation would be because just looking into his eyes, you had a feeling it wasn’t a good thing..
“what would that be?” you whisper and your heart starts pounding.
your stomach was filled with nerves and every fiber of your being was telling you to shove him off and swim to the platform to get his ship and leave.
but your heart and mind were set on staying.
“a desire that you’ve always kept in the back of your mind. it’s always trying to break free but you won’t let it.” he murmurs, leaving you wide eyed and speechless.
“are you scared of the implications?” he whispers and lightly rubs your arm.
a test.
he was testing the waters again. to see how much you’d let him get away with.
“you can be honest with me. it’s not like you’re a Jedi.” he says, making you bite the inside of your lip.
this was even more tough than the Jedi trials.
this was tough mainly because you didn’t think you were so easy to read or that something like this would ever happen to you in the first place.
and yet he was able to see right through you.
the one thing that has always loomed over your head. the one thing that you were always curious about. it was one of the main things you were taught to not want or rely on.
attachment.
your desire for attachment has grown over the years and it’s only become more strong and prominent in your mind that it’s something you want. something you desire to have.
you always kept it in the absolute back of your mind. locking it into a box and throwing the key away but sometimes the box would be unlocked and the mere idea of attachment takes a hold of your thoughts before you forcibly close it shut again.
and yet it seemed like he somehow had the key.
“not scared, just curious..” you said, telling half a lie.
he hummed and straightened up before bringing his right hand up to softly lift your chin up, “are you sure?”
you flinched for a second before your body relaxed and you practically melted into his slight touch.
“maybe not scared but it’s way more than just curious, isn’t it?” he asks and moves his hand up to cup your cheek.
your skin was hot, enough of an answer but he wanted to hear you say it.
although feeling your reaction to his touch did tug on his heartstrings more than he’d care to admit.
his thumb was lightly caressing your cheek, his own heartbeat starting to race as well, “you crave it. you need it. why don’t you let yourself have it?”
you tried to think of something clever to say but you just went with a truthful response this time.
“I- uh never opened myself up like that.” you quietly admitted, wanting to look away from his eyes out of embarrassment but also wanting to see his reaction.
his eyebrow raised, wondering how such an ethereal girl would not want to give something as simple as attachment, a try.
“it wouldn’t be the end of the world if you did.” he says, trying to ease your mind on just the idea alone.
“hm you sure?” you mumble making him grin.
“positive.” he affirms and you don’t say anything.
he lets you go earning himself a small frown but he got the grand idea of having you sit on the barrel. so he grabbed your waist and just lifted you up, making you sit on it while he stood between your opened legs.
“was this your grandiose plan all along?” you whispered and he was only able to chuckle while he brought his hand back to your cheek.
he leaned in closer to your face and murmured, “maybe it was… maybe it wasn’t…”
“what would you get out of it?” you mumble, eyes lowering down to glance at his lips.
“I told you, it’s something I want. it’s different than wanting an acolyte. I want to differentiate between the two.” he admits and you look back into his eyes.
it finally clicks what was in them, lust.
you should’ve known from the start.
his desire for a lustful attachment was at times stronger than that of having an acolyte. in the back of his mind he wanted the best of both worlds with you. but he’d be content with you being at least one of the two.
which one he wanted you to be more, was very conflicting in his head. he was unsure on that aspect.
“which do you want more?” you breathe out and he lets go of your face.
his eyes never wavered from yours as he gently laid his hand on your thigh. the touch shocked you both, you jumped but his hand stayed there as if he didn’t care for the slight electricity that surged through you both.
was that some kind of sign?
if it was, you couldn’t tell if it was good or bad but he clearly didn’t care either way.
“I think the idea of attachment might be what i want more..” he murmurs and you feel a shiver go down your spine.
“how about you? is the temptation getting to you?” he whispers as his hand lightly squeezes your thigh.
you stay still, keeping your hands to yourself, and your mind running absolutely wild. complete utter chaos.
you felt like you were a tap away from giving in to him. it should not have been this easy, yet you can’t ignore the warmth of your face, the mind boggling thoughts, and the manner he’s going about it.
it’s not forceful. it doesn’t seem like he’d hurt you if you said no. it felt serene. genuine.
there was a glint of sincereness in his eyes that you found to be surprising.
you wouldn’t expect for a sith lord to want that kind of attachment considering they could have just about anything imaginable. but this is what he wanted?
it was almost hard to believe and what made it worse is how attractive he was. it did not make this any easier for you. if anything this played in his favor.
you tried to ignore those thoughts at the back of your head when he revealed himself by pure accident because it was a terrible moment to be thinking of that, after all you witnessed him do. and yet everything he did wasn’t enough to put you off him, it still played in his favor.
and based on the look on his face you could tell he knew it too.
“possibly.” you finally responded, making him hum.
“never been tempted like this before.” you whisper, mainly to yourself but he reacted nonetheless.
he thought of it as a slight joke but the tone in your voice said otherwise.
“how is that even possible?” he whispered back and took a second to admire you.
pretty plump lips, a cute nose, bright eyes he could lose himself in for hours.
clearly a great sense of humor with a touch of sarcasm. an amazing fighter and an even better speaker with a soft voice. sweet even.
and overall, loyal.
he found it hard to believe. you were the epitome of perfection in his eyes.
you were everything he was looking for and more. for a potential partner and possibly, his acolyte.
you shrugged and answered, “not everyday you run into a sith.”
he bites his lip to fight back a laugh but his lips curl into a small smile. “let alone this one.”
you snicker then quickly cover your mouth, making a neutral face to not give yourself away. “oh you thought that was funny?” he teases and you shake your head.
you clear your throat and put your hands on your lap, “not at all.”
“you’re not a good liar, Y/n.” he murmurs and moves his hand up, letting his hand lightly graze yours.
you cleared your throat and shrugged, “it seems you think you know me so well. we’ve only had what, two conversations before today?”
he chuckles, tilting his head to the side, and places his hand on top of yours. “we have more in common than you may think.”
with newfound confidence, you straighten up and ask, “oh is that right?”
he only nods, making strands of his hair fall to his face. he was looking into your eyes, noticing how they just changed before him, pupils dilated. an interesting sign.
“you want what i want.” he murmurs softly, his tone sending goosebumps down your body.
“and your body language can’t hide it as well as you’d like it too.” he whispers and lightly rubs his thumb on the top of your hand.
meanwhile you had a new game plan. a quick one to see if he was being genuine or not. depending on that would be the result if you’ll fully fall for temptation.
“is it just a feeling too?” you whisper and his heart nearly stopped.
you tilted your head to the side, admiring the way his breath hitched and how this was somehow the quietest he’s been since you’ve met him.
which said a lot because he was quite chatty for a sith lord.
“do you want me to feel the same as you?” you murmur, lightly batting your lashes at him.
he was stunned for a few seconds and before he could even come up with something witty, you beat him to it, “am i getting into that pretty little head of yours?”
he was speechless.
he didn’t think his own words of seduction would be used against him, and they sounded even better coming from your mouth.
it was bad enough just touching you ignited something in him but now you were giving him more than curiosity. you were giving him hope.
hope that he’s finally found his match. hope that you were different than Mae in more ways than he could count and originally thought of.
you were getting into his head as well and it took him that long to notice. were you toying with him all along? what were you planning?
“your mind is more clouded with desire than anything. your desire for attachment betrays your want for an acolyte. why is that?” you ask, tilting your head to the side and slipping one hand under his hold just to lay it on top of his hand.
he didn’t flinch.
his eyes were filled with admiration.
he didn’t think it was possible for you to get any better yet here you were proving him wrong every step of the way.
the reality was that you changed his plans. you changed what he wanted just from the first time his eyes met with yours. as soon as you walked into the apothecary he knew it was you. without a doubt in his head.
and being this close to you, touching you, just your existence alone is the overall reason why his head is so clouded with desire. being in your prescene is like corruption to his mind, to his previous ideologies.
you were driving him insane. and way beyond off track.
he was meant to have an acolyte for a bigger reason than himself but meeting you completely changed his plans.
and most importantly, what he truly wanted in life.
“because of you.” he whispers, eyes looking down at your lips while he bites his own.
“it’s because of you that my want for an acolyte is slipping away.” he adds, making your heart race once again.
“don’t be surprised. i think we were meant to cross paths…” he whispers and you just nod.
you bite your lip, caving in to your intrusive thoughts and looking down at his. they were plump and a rosy color. how would they feel against yours? would they feel as soft as they look?
would he be patient with you? or would he act on how insatiable he feels?
you wanted to know too badly. you needed to know. to find out for yourself. for that side of you that never got what she wanted, as much as you knew deep down how you truly felt.
so when he started leaning in, you didn’t object. you leaned in as well and closed your eyes when you finally felt his lips on yours.
they were soft.
he kissed you back gently, afraid if he did too much too fast he’d scare you off. he cupped your jaw with his free hand as you slowly kissed back.
the sparks in your stomach and heat radiating off each other's bodies was palpable. it was even better than you imagined.
you brought both hands up and wrapped them around his neck, bringing him as close as possible. his right hand was on your thigh again, gently squeezing. your fingers played with the ends of his hair before lightly tugging and making him moan in your mouth.
without a second thought you slid your tongue into his mouth, slightly catching him off guard. he let you explore his mouth while his hands slowly started to snake down your body. he held onto your waist tightly, almost possessively as he shoved his tongue into your mouth, wanting to take the lead.
you melted into his touch and let your desire guide you through the kiss. it was electric. filled with hunger and passion. something you both clearly needed.
you brought your hands to the front of his body, purposely leaving one on his chest while the other traces along his collarbone. His skin was warm and soft. His touch felt foreign but nice. really nice.
you didn’t want him to let you go. you liked feeling his hands on you and just being able to tell how much he was enjoying this like you were.
this was a dream come true and who knew all you needed to fully unlock that box was to meet your match. to meet him and have him push those boundaries you set on yourself.
yet you just realized, you don’t even know his name.
this man has tempted you in more ways than one and you don’t even know what to call him.
you abruptly stopped which alerted him, making him pull away as well. looking at you curiously, as he calmed his breathing, “what’s your name?” you asked and he chuckled.
he thought you had changed your mind yet it was something so small. so minuscule.
an easy fix.
“Qimir. my name is Qimir.” he answers and you nod.
without waiting for a response, his hand came up to tilt your head to the side and he started kissing down your neck. you gasped and held onto his head, wanting to keep him there.
he kissed your skin gently, until a switch flipped and he started kissing you feverishly, eagerly. he then sucked on your neck making a moan escape your lips. he hummed against your skin, that moan alone being music to his ears.
he’s sure he’d hear it in his dreams. especially with how angelic it sounded. he needed to hear more.
you tugged on his hair some more, an indicator that you liked it so he kissed to the right until he got to your throat. he kissed down then went back up to your chin before going back down and to the left side of your neck.
he left opened mouth kisses on your skin, wanting you to experience everything he can give you. and he’d kiss every inch of you, if you even asked.
he sucked yet another bite into you, in a way, claiming you as his. he kissed it gently before pulling away and looking at you, admiring your beauty.
you were just so beautiful. breathtakingly beautiful.
he smiled at you, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his waist before he lifts you up. you held onto him as he walked you both to his bed.
if you were about to experience everything for the first time, he could at least have you on his bed.
he carefully walked around the cave, relying on just the force alone to find it because he was staring deeply into your eyes.
he was already feeling himself growing obsessed and he hasn’t even tasted you yet.
finally the bed was in front of him and he carefully climbed on top of the bed, as well as on you. he made sure his full body weight wasn’t on you because he wanted you to be comfortable.
you on the other hand were almost shaking in anticipation. you had friends from your line of work giving you details about their experiences and it’s only added more fuel to your curiosity.
you tugged on his shirt, wanting to see him shirtless again. your eagerness nearly beating his.
nearly.
he lifted himself off you and quickly untied it before throwing it off to the side. he went back down and leaned in to kiss you again which you happily obliged. he kissed you and you kissed him like your life depended on it.
your hands went exploring his body, one on his strong bicep and another to his bare chest. he moaned into your mouth and grinded himself into you, also making you moan. his pants were starting to feel tight against him and he wasn’t even surprised.
you were driving him insane in all aspects.
you tried to close your legs together in a desperate attempt of having him be as close to you as possible which only made him chuckle, “so greedy huh?” he murmured against your mouth, making you whimper.
he pulled away, his lips just inches away from yours, “what did i tell you about patience, angel?” he whispers and you couldn’t help the pout that formed onto your lips.
“poor girl just so needy hm?” he murmured and you only nodded, not trusting yourself to speak.
“i’m gonna take such good care of you.” he purrs and lowers himself down your body.
he toys with the hem of the shirt you were wearing and you quickly took it off but you still had a tank top and bra on.
but he didn’t mind it.
his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head after seeing your perfect tits. the cleavage from you just laying down was breathtaking.
he went down and started kissing them, bringing a hand up to grope your left one while he paid attention to the right with his mouth. “Qimir-“ you moaned and he smiled against your skin.
he only needed to hear you say his name from now on, no one else would have the privilege.
he squeezed your breast over the fabric and sucked another pretty mark, now on your breast. to be perfectly shown if you show cleavage in the foreseeable future.
you moaned and gripped onto his hair, leaving him breathless and quickly switching so his mouth was on your left breast. he left soft kisses on your skin, going up to your neck and up to your ear to nibble on it. you sighed and moved your hands on to his back, tracing his skin softly and slowly. he went back down and nuzzled in the crook of your neck, humming quietly.
his hands grabbed the bottom of your bra and you got up a bit so he could slip it off. he carefully took it off you and threw it behind him.
he was silent for a few seconds. admiring your utter beauty. he was done for.
“you’re so beautiful, Y/n.” he whispers and he immediately went down, squeezing both breasts in his hands and sucking on your left nipple.
you gasped and a whimper quickly followed as he sucked on it then flicked the tip of his tongue on it. it felt so fucking good.
it was unlike anything you’ve ever felt and you had a feeling you’d regret not giving in before today.
one of his hands sneakily trails down to your lower half, right above where you needed him most.
you were already feeling so antsy and he was only getting started.
his eyes rolled to the back of his head as you let out more pretty noises. you were grinding your hips up desperately but he’d just move his hand up to tease you.
finally he let go of your tits and slowly started kissing down your body. he left a trail of kisses down your stomach until he got to the waistband of your pants and he looked up at you.
somehow already having fucked out glossy eyes and your pretty lips in a pout. “may I?” he asks and traces the waistband slowly.
you quickly nod before giving audible confirmation, “yes- please.”
he smiled up at you and grabbed it with both hands while you lifted your ass up a bit so he could easily pull them down.
he took them off quickly, adding it to the collection of clothes on the floor before spreading your thighs together and wrapping his arms around them. he lightly breathed against you, purposely doing more teasing which wasn’t needed just based off the small wet spot on your blue panties.
he cursed under his breath and licked his lips, unable to believe this was his reality.
he blew some air onto your clothed clit making you jump. he hid his grin when you couldn’t move and did it again but went down so it was against your slit.
a pout was back on your lips that quickly changed into a moan when he leaned in to softly kiss your clit.
you couldn’t take it anymore. you have been dying for this for years and he’s just playing around?
“Qimir please-“ you whimpered, trying to grind your hips forward but he didn’t let you.
“what do you want angel? tell me.” he coos, making you whine.
“anything- everything please.” you cry and he nods before placing a kiss on your inner thigh.
“okay.. only because you asked so nicely.” he murmurs and grabs one end of your panties then moves it to the side.
there in all her glory was your poor sopping pussy, just dripping down making him think you were already ready for him but he had to calm down.
you were drenched just for him, and after a few seconds of ogling, he dove in, starting to eat you out like the starved man he was. his fingers gripped onto your thighs as he sucked on your folds.
you were so delicious, so sweet.
right in that moment he decided this was the only pussy he’d ever need. you were all he needed.
he went up and started to suck on your clit gently, looking up at you to watch your reaction. you were sat up a bit to watch him, just biting your lip as you locked eyes with him.
you only let out occasional moans which wasn’t enough for him. he started to flick your clit with the tip of his tongue as he sucked on it, making you gasp then moan.
perfect.
“fuck Qimir!” you moaned and felt your eyes begin to flutter.
he moaned against you which just made you jump. he went back down, lapping at your folds while you brought a hand down to play with his hair. “just like that- fuck-“ you murmured, trying to grind against his face but his grip was still strong.
he loosened a bit only because he wouldn’t mind you grinding your pussy against his mouth now. he was savoring every drop of you.
you finally were able to grind your hips up, doing it as his tongue did it’s dance on you, working expertly. you moaned and it turning into a smile while you watched him.
he looked so fucking good down there. who knew a man being in this position would turn him ten times hotter.
suddenly you feel something warm and you’re confused until you see him teasing your entrance with his finger as he went back to suck on your clit.
you gasped and attempted to squeeze your legs together but he didn’t let you. “just relax.” he murmurs and you nod, relaxing your body so nothing would hurt.
you took a deep breath then let it out and he was now slowly able to slide it inside you. he made sure he was in control of his lustful desire because he didn’t want to accidentally cause you any pain.
he only wanted you to feel pleasure.
so he took his time, slowly sliding his finger all the way in then slowly pulling it back. you were letting out little moans, and grinding your hips up. you couldn’t help it. the pleasure he was giving you was immeasurable.
the fact you’ve never even done this to yourself either should be criminal because maybe then you would know how to react.
you closed your eyes and laid back onto the bed making him squeeze your thigh. he wanted your pretty eyes on him at all costs. he wanted you to see everything he was going to do to you just so he could tell you later on he’d be the only one to do it.
it was psychotic how fast he wanted to make you his. pathetic even.
but he made his mind up since you held his saber to his neck.
now all he had to do was make you see stars so the feeling can be mutual. which so far doesn’t seem so hard.
he pumped his finger a little faster, his patience starting to run thin just because of the sole fact that you were gripping his finger. you were unbelievably drenched.
he just knew he'd be able to slide in so easily. he wanted to be inside you so bad already.
but instead of pulling his finger out and doing just that, he decided instead to just pull it out and slowly add a second finger. you whimpered and looked down at him with a small pained expression. he went even slower. he pulled them both out, letting your arousal drip down before sliding them in again. "f-fuck-" you let out breathlessly.
"is that good?" he murmured, looking up at you and finally catching your gaze.
you nodded and he started to pump them deeper. the slight pain washing away and being replaced with pleasure again. "so good." you mumbled making him smile.
he leaned in and started sucking on your clit while he continued with the same pace. you tugged on his hair prompting him to moan against you, sending a shiver down your body.
the eye contact was lethal, his eyes bored into yours and he felt himself growing more hard with each face you made. biting your lip, eyes all fucked out, soft moans leaving your lips. so perfect.
he started to move his fingers faster, seeing your reactions in case there was any discomfort. “Qimir-“ you whimpered and he could only pull away and smirk.
he left a kiss on your inner thigh and watched how your pussy would take his fingers in. he was mesmerized. not only were your juices gushing out but the sounds of it happening was purely heavenly.
“fuck just like that-“ you cried and felt your legs shake.
you felt a weird sensation in your lower stomach and it was safe to assume it was your first orgasm in hot pursuit. he felt you clench against his fingers and trying to pull back but he didn’t let you.
he went back to sucking on your clit and fucked you harder with his fingers, going as deep as he could go. he moaned against you, feeling your arousal soak them even more as he got you closer to the edge. "I think i'm gonna-"
"come for me angel, let me hear you." he murmured before going back to sucking on your clit.
you let out a mixture of whimpers and moans, that feeling in your stomach becoming stronger and you were subconsciously bucking your hips up, your body chasing that feeling. qimir pumped his fingers faster then started to curl them up so they hit your sweet spot with every thrust.
with one final deep thrust, you whimper out his name, arching your back as it hits you as hard as the waves from outside. your legs were shaking as he slowed down, letting you ride out your high while you tried to calm yourself down because your heartbeat was ringing in your ear.
you cried out his name making him pull away from your clit and his fingers making a full stop. he looked up at your pretty face, sweat and tears falling down your cheeks.
he carefully slipped his fingers out of you and quickly got up and gave you a soft kiss. just a little reassurance for you that he’s there and that he’s going to stick to his word of taking care of you.
he pulled away and let his forehead lean against yours, “you did perfect, such an amazing job, angel. thank you for letting me do that for you.”
your face grew hot and you could only give him a shy smile, nodding then quietly saying, “thank you- that was better than anything I could have ever imagined.”
he grinned and nodded, “if you’d like we can stop there but just know there’s definitely more that I can do for you.”
he pulled away and you gave him a kind smile, “maybe you’re not so bad…”
your response only made him chuckle as your hands sneakily snaked down to his pants, “but I need you to show me everything.”
he didn’t need to hear you say it twice so he quickly slipped his pants off. and not expecting you to do anything for him, he climbed on top of you, bringing a hand behind your back to have you scoot to the top of the bed.
he brought your hand down with his other hand and you instantly felt the softness of the pillow, “wait let me-“
he just shook his head and grinned, “you don’t owe me anything. I just want to make you feel everything and have you in bliss.”
you frowned and he shook his head, “there’ll be plenty of time for that another day but right now I wanna focus just on you. on your pleasure. I don’t matter in this.”
“that’s not true. I say we should both feel good.” you say and he just shakes his head.
“for me right now, that doesn’t matter and I’m not worried for my own pleasure. just yours. you’re all that matters to me.” he admits, making you fight off a dumb smile.
“whatever you say.. I guess this’ll be a win win for us both anyway.” you mumble and he nods, letting out a little laugh.
"are you sure?" he asks and you nod, "I am."
he nods again and you spread your legs out as he got right in between, you could feel him. you didn't even get to take a look so you moved your head to the side trying to get a peak as he stroked himself.
you saw it.
it was thick and long.
you were almost sure he'd kill you.
with his unoccupied hand, he held your chin and made you look at him, "tell me to stop and I will."
you nodded, "I will."
he teased you both, at first just rubbing the tip against you but he only did it to ensure you'd be nice and ready for him. he smacked it on your clit a few times and right as you were going to complain, you felt it inside you.
it felt like a big stretch and you did feel the pain, but he pulled away and went back in – repeating the process just so you could get a feel of it.
"is this okay?" he asked quietly, making you nod, "yeah it is- it's.. a lot."
he smiled, nodding then murmurs, "you're doing so good already-"
"please- I-I- need you." you stutter and he groans, sliding himself back inside you.
he moved an inch and it made you whimper, it was a bigger stretch and there was much more to go. he leaned in and kissed your forehead, then went in kissing your cheek – sliding in some more as he did it.
you calm yourself down, wanting to relax but it was hard to.
this was something you didn't ever want to actually give yourself.
maybe because deep down you still did view yourself as a jedi, as if you never left. old ideology locked into your mindset and all. but with him it was as if you couldn't help but want to give in and go for what your heart has truly always wanted.
he was now about halfway inside and you felt ready so you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in, making him go as deep as possible. you gasped and he looked at you carefully, looking for any signs of discomfort but there wasn't any.
instead he held onto your leg with one hand and your cheek with the other. your hands went to his arms, caressing him until they moved to his back and he flinched for a second before letting himself relax at your soft touch.
your fingers trailed over his long mark, slow and precise so that was when he started to move the same way. his breathing was steady but his heart was racing, you could feel it somehow.
you smiled and let out a tiny moan, "oh fuck-"
he pulled all the way back until it was only his tip in then slammed into you, making your fingers press into his skin while you hissed, "shit-"
he moaned, obsessed with the way you were reacting, and even happier that he was able to convince you. no more happy that he found you because you were all he was looking for.
you moved your legs, only keeping them spread as he started to thrust himself into you.
the pain had now washed away, all you felt was pleasure, and it felt nice.
he was still holding your face and although your eyes were already fluttering he made sure your gaze was on him.
he started off with a slow pace but once he saw you desperately bucking your hips up, silently begging for more, he had to give it to you.
he helped you spread your legs wide as he started pounding himself into you, not waiting around because he knew you and he knew what you wanted, what you needed.
your body was starting to make noises you've never heard before and it was surprising you so much but it was not unwelcomed. the sounds your pussy was making was dirty but the sound of you both in harmony was music to your ears.
you couldn't help it.
it was like the force suddenly came back to you just so you could feel all of it. all of him.
every inch inside you was making you feel things you swore you would never permit yourself to but now that you have, it was the best decision you've ever made.
your hands went up to his neck, playing with the ends of his hair while his thrusts became harder, deeper, and even faster.
"oh fuck-" you moaned, making him groan, "feel so good.."
his eyes were dark but that softness was still there, it never went away.
his hand that was on your leg moved to play with your tits, pinching your nipples and just making you moan even more than before.
"Qimir! please- please don't stop–" you pleaded, only making him grin, "wouldn't dream of it."
"fuck!" you moaned and felt yourself clenching against him.
his hips were touching yours with every thrust and you could feel him deep inside you, it was heavenly. he didn't stop or slow down, if anything he went even harder – giving it his all just to hear every sound you'd make for him.
"such a good girl for me–" he murmured and groaned, "so perfect, just for me."
you nodded, losing your voice as you felt that feeling from earlier come back. you whimpered, hands going to his arms just to grip something.
your hands squeezed his biceps as he lifted a leg higher and to the side, hitting a new angle. you instantly cried, “right there!”
“right there?” he cooed and you nodded your head, eyes rolling back.
"y-yes- fuck Qimir please-" you moaned, your hips trying to match him but he was doing all the work for you.
“you make me feel so good-“ you breathe out and he smiles, “that’s the way it should be.”
you laugh then smile, pulling him in for a kiss. he gladly accepted and kissed you hard, sloppy as he started to hit that spot inside you that had you feel like you were going to explode.
you tried to get his attention but he wasn't pulling away, eating up every moan that left your lips as if they were his to keep. he kissed you in desperation, wanting to feel every sound you make as you came.
once you felt him twitching inside you, you knew you were done. he was moaning against you too which had you losing it, only the verge of crumbling.
"baby I'm gonna-" he moaned against you and you nodded, "please- please cum with me."
he groaned and with a deep thrust he came inside you, making you come undone at the same time. you held onto him tightly, not even able to kiss back so he leaned his forehead against yours. you both came hard and as he made sure to give you every drop, you were a shaking and whining mess on his cock.
you were milking dry, your pussy clenching against him as if he'd disappear if you didn't. he did a few slower thrusts to ride out your highs, ensuring your orgasm finished.
your hands went to his back again, pulling him down to have him as close to you as possible. he smiled and instead carefully flipped you over so you were on top of him and laying on his chest.
you closed your eyes and listened to his heart beat. it was fast and uneasy but after laying there a few minutes now finally calm, his heart was still the same.
he held onto you, gently as he rubbed your back to make you feel safe.
you smiled as you felt his touch, it wasn't as foreign as it was before.
it felt right this time and you were glad it did.
he just proved that he was being serious and you knew you'd be a good match for him. in which way, you weren't so sure yet but he got what he wanted all along, you.
premise: he is your beginning, the whole reason you have made peace with the darkness inside your head, and you know someday he may become your end. whether by his saber or by him finally consuming completely. you welcome both.
contents: established master x acolyte dynamics, shared force bond, unprotected p in v, foreplay, light choking, biting, scars and burn marks mentioned, death, teasing, over stimulation | wc: 2.7k+
note: i love that we all saw the water scene and went yeah that's for the smut writers. glad we are collectively going insane over this man.
The moons paint the water in a shimmering light that bathes its surface in sapphire that fades to the deepest of blacks the longer you stare into it. The waves that hit against the ragged stones are like a siren call to your aching body.
Your muscles are still tight and coiled from earlier. Your molars grind together when you lift your arms to pull off your ruined and stained clothes. A burning sensation felt through your body as the fabric covering your torso moved against every burn, cut, and bruise you had acquired tonight.
You didn’t stop by a reflective surface to check how many battle scars you’d earned. Badges of honor. More wounds worn like metals placed on your neck by a pleased master. Wounds, he’ll help you heal, stitch up, seal with the press of his palm to the tattered skin—stolen supplies from planets you can’t remember the name of with faces you can only remember the dead eyes of, used on the ones that don’t close up right.
The moonlight makes them look less serious. The illumination colored the dried blood and tissue into something misty. Almost tantalizing to the eye. Unlike the light of day, where you’re sure it will look less glamorizing. The ugly truth of the way your skin is going to bubble up and mold over to protect itself once the healing process begins is less glaring in this hue.
Your toe dips into the water. It’s always warmer than you think it to be. Always welcoming you in like it’s been waiting for you to return. Waiting to wash away the grim and blood that seemed more permanent on your skin than your own flesh.
You wade at the edge for a bit, pushing around the water with your feet. The water wading at your ankles.
The ringing hasn’t stopped.
It rarely does until you’ve closed your eyes and settled it. Until your body is less taut, muscles released from the on switch of fight. The power inside your veins thrumming like a wasp trying to free itself from the tissue of your bones.
As if it had gotten stuck in there and couldn’t find its way out. Refusing to settle down or leave until you’ve maimed, avenged, and proved yourself—leaving your body and muscles in their current state.
You’re not worried about something being in the water. If there were, you would have been able to feel it. Sense it’s beating heart and the danger of allowing it to keep beating. You’re alone as you walk further into the water, sinking into it’s depths until your body is completely engulfed. Your neck and head the only things going untouched.
The freshly made badges on your skin burn when you scrub your thumb along the edges of them. Specks of dried blood float along the surface of the water before they’re lost to the darkness below.
Amongst the ringing in your head, you can hear the screams of anger that tore from your lungs when the Jedi had gotten the upper hand. The green of his saber leaving red against your skin. Making your moves turn from confident to something rage fueled.
Somewhere among the ringing, you know his scream is in there. Amongst the many cries for help and cracking bones.
They always linger. Always hold on like a power pack to your dark side.
You know your body won’t fully relax until you’ve stopped the ringing, though. You didn’t believe in blessings or curses. Bad fortune or good. Everyone’s life ended the same way. If you did believe in the farce, you would think the ringing that goes from the base of your skull to the drums of your ears was a curse.
A quiet mind is a blessing.
The buzz of the force within you too heady when you're in the throes of battle. War. Darkness. It’s always been like that. Even before him.
It’s only gotten worse with him beside you. Like the bond the two of you had opened too much too deep and you feel everything more clearly. More unfortunately.
He taught you how to silence it. To reign it in after the adrenaline and pace of your heart slowed.
There were still things you had to learn. Things you were kept from knowing by your old master, the one who only saw one way to wield your power. A cowardly excuse for a master whose burial you wish you could have witnessed.
It’s aggravating, almost. Anger inducing for sure.
Someone not believing you are capable of knowing the truth about the power you wield. It’s criminal to not allow someone to be their true self all because of a set of rules that only benefited one group of people. One way of living, when there were so many.
Your aggravation has faded by now. The anger is still there and buzzes through you. But you no longer feel like a part of you has been held back. Stunted and aching like your chest had for years—as if a rock had found itself in the base of your heart and took up rent there—until Qimir showed you the way.
Your true self.
Your full potential and all you were capable of.
All that had been inside of you, held back for so long.
Filling your lungs with air, you sink yourself under the water and hold yourself there. Eyes closing as you center yourself. Slow the wasp in your marrow to something dull. Stop the ringing in your ears until all you can hear is the hum of the water hitting the rock above the surface.
Just you and the force.
Just you and the water.
Until you feel him.
Until he’s there inside your mind.
Until you feel a hand at the base of your skull, fingertips brushing at the nape of your neck to let you know he’s not just in your head. He’s beside you.
Your eyes meet once you’ve filled your lungs with air again, and you wipe the water droplets from your lids.
You watch him splash water against his neck, running the palm of his hand along the dirt and grime that clings to his skin. Cleaning himself of any traces of the deaths the two of you have left in your wake tonight.
His calm demeanor always pulls you back from the edge. Always brings a calmness to your blood. To the beating of your heart. Even when shit has gone haywire, his demeanor never switches up. Never slips into something that could be labeled as sloppy or driven by anything other than who he truly is. What he’s made of.
His calm seeping through your shared bond until you have no choice but to relax.
The handful of times you’ve seen that calmness turn into something animalistic, it’s made you envious, on the same hand, it’s made the space between your thighs burn.
“You did well tonight.”
“The smell of my burning flesh still clinging to my senses says differently.”
The corner of his mouth lifts in amusement, “you did well.” He repeats. Ducks his head forward to wet his hair. His fingers running through the strands, droplets falling down his face. Your eyes follow them all the way down the column of his neck to his chiseled collar bones.
It doesn’t take one wielding the force to know what your mind is projecting. Doesn’t matter that the two of you share a part of your brain. The thoughts of past nights spent together, Qimir teaching you the ways desire can be wielded and used to your advantage—or disadvantage, depending on how you look at it.
Your face turns from him. Eyes moving up to the moon.
Trying to hold back your thoughts the way he taught you. Even if it is futile against him.
“How do you feel?”
Has the ringing stopped, Is what he’s really asking. Do you need another lesson? Are you still weakened by that ailment? That curse?
Except he wouldn’t be as dramatic as that. Not with this. Not ever. Especially when it came to your power. Your capabilities. The perfect little acolyte he’s trained you to be.
“Fine.” Your answer clipped, honest. Because you are fine, and your stubbornness will not allow you to let this turn into another lesson about you not being able to be as calm and collected as he is. No shadows of doubt lingering over who he truly is. His purpose. His wants. His desires. His darkness.
He’s always been able to read right through you, though. Even without taking up space in your being. The force has little to do with that fact.
You were never afraid of the darkness that lived inside of you. Never afraid of the power you could wield and the lives you could take.
The only time you’ve felt true fear is being seen.
Accepted.
The potential to let someone of importance down and not withhold your end of a deal you’ve inked your name in blood just to be beside. To prove yourself to someone who’s your equal. Another half of your very being.
His face shows nothing but that calm amusement when he wades behind you. His fingers moving against your skin in an act to rid you of the spots of dirt you’ve missed on your neck and shoulders.
Swallowing hard when his fingers scrape against past scars, he lingers there for a beat. Running the pad of them against the raised skin. A whisper in your head.
You heal beautifully.
It’s a softness you’d never thought him to be capable of when you found out who he truly was. The man behind the mask. Even if the unmasking had been done unintentionally.
It’s not softness you feel from his touch, though. No, his touch eases the strain in your muscles, only to gather itself in your belly. Your body burning with anticipation, knowing how this goes.
How you’re rewarded when you impress him.
When you do as you are told, your master is ever the generous one.
“You’ve proven yourself tonight.” His lips brush against the tip of your spine, “killing without a weapon, not stopping until you were the last one standing. Freeing yourself from the ones who held you back for so long.” Your breath hitches in the back of your throat when his mouth presses down on that same spot at the beginning of your spine.
A hand snaking around your throat, his palm wet and warm against your collarbones as he pulls your neck at just the right angle to have you looking at him.
“Did it feel good?”
“Yes.” You swallow, wrap your fingers around his wrist. “It always does.” You whisper, your eyes flashing down to the upturn of his lips.
His nose runs along your cheek to your temple, his eyes closed, inhaling you. “I can always smell it. When you let yourself become one with the darkness. Right before you take a life.” His thumb runs a circle against the vein, which tells him the pace of your heart has picked up. As if he’d need it to know, as if the two of you don’t share something that links you completely to the other. “It still lingers. It’s distracting.”
It’s not a question, but you nod. Your eyes flutter when he pushes his hips forward, and the hardness of his cock moves against your ass.
He doesn’t ask permission, the two of you knowing you’re past such kindnesses, when his hand cups your mound. He knows what your body needs right now. What it wants, what it’s expecting. He can feel it too. His index and middle fingers spread your pussy, giving him access to that pleasure point on your body that only he knows how to stroke just right to have you pliant and singing for him.
As if you were not already devoted to him. As if he were not your reason for being.
He’s your beginning, and you have no doubt he will be your end if it comes to it.
The pad of his finger circles your clit in that slow way that lets you know he’s going to take his time with you. Going to drain every last bit of strain and tightness from your muscles, pushing that buzz between your legs and making him the only sound in your head—until he thinks you have had enough.
Until your reward is good enough for him to be satisfied with how you took it. Until he knows your mind is back where it needs to be—here, with him.
His mouth meets the hand at your throat, his teeth sinking into the parts his fingers aren’t pressing into. “You’re everything I could have hoped for.” His tongue laps against your pulse.
Perfect.
You may never know if he actually means the words; you can only feel what he allows you to feel through your shared connection. He’s better at blocking than you. But he knows you need to hear these praises. Knows how good and pliable it will make you. His words stoke the fire inside your soul that burns through your darkness. That allows you to become completely consumed by him and the desire to be on this side.
Of being free.
What he does allow you to feel lets you know there is some truth somewhere in there. You can feel it in how hard his cock thrusts against your ass when your body pushes back into him. You can feel it in the way his thoughts stream through your mind.
So obedient.
Your cunt’s so greedy for me.
You’re mine.
The skin on your fingers stings from gripping the rocks in front of you. The pain you should feel from the heel of your palm digging into the jagged stones, lost in the haze of pleasure consuming your body.
Qimir consuming every last part of your being.
Taking over every dark corner of your mind and not letting you feel or hear anything but him.
Your moans become more shaky, your chest heaving as you pant and curse. The weight of the finger on your clit grows heavier, faster, deliriously good the more you near your orgasm.
Your lips are moving in inaudible words. Words he understands, making him grin against your jaw.
“You want my cock tonight?” You know he’s read your mind, or rather, your body. Know he can feel what you desire and crave. What your minds begging him for. “Hmm, do you think you’re deserving of that big of a prize? You spill a little blood, and suddenly you’re greedy.” He hums, “you did well. Do you think you deserve it, though? No?”
Heat burns your cheeks; his chuckle makes you sob into the night air. The stubbornness to please and be as perfect as your counterpart wants you to be is not in favor of the mounting pressure that’s building in your pussy right now.
“I already think you’re perfect; don’t push it.” His foot pushes easily at your ankles. Your thighs spread enough for the head of his cock to press against your entrance and thrust inside.
“Mmm,” you whine at the stretch. Your eyes fluttering closed at your swollen walls being filled. Walls that tighten around him as he sets a fast pace. Matching the rhythm and stroke of his fingers. Sending your body on an overwhelming precipice of a carnal need to come.
The heaviness of his breath as he says your name against your skin—the quick flashes of the pleasure he feels from being inside of you—is what finally sends you over the edge.
Your orgasm rocking through you like a storm. Your body shaking against him, walls fluttering and squeezing around his cock, making him groan. Your throat raw and scratchy from the noise that’s pulled up from your lungs when everything in your body is set completely aflame.
Your hand falling from the rocks, and pressing your nails into his wrist, trying to pull his hand from between your thighs. The over-stimulation of his finger moving against your clit even after your orgasm has passed makes you cry out and ripple the water around the two of you as you squirm.
The tip of his cock hits that spot inside you that makes your vision go white. That falters your fight against his torment.
“You can do better than one. You deserve it, don’t you?”
Summary: After an awful date, you vent to your bodyguard, Qimir, on the way back home. In an attempt to console you, things take a sensual turn.
Pairing: bodyguard!Qimir x actress!reader
Warnings: annoying rich guy as a date, mentions of men using reader, fluff, reader venting to Qimir, reader crying, kissing, oral (fem receiving), brief hand job, some tagalog, unprotected sex, smut, MDNI 18+
A/n: expect a lot more bodyguard!qimir in the future because I'm obsessed with him 🤭
Part 2 Bodyguard!qimir masterlist
After confirming the time and place for your date, you wander around the corridors in search of your bodyguard, Qimir. You pass the gym in your house before tracing back and seeing him through the cracked door.
Just as you’re about to open it wider, your eyes widen when you see him standing there shirtless as he lifts the barbell. Normally, he's fully covered and composed. But right now, he looks so exposed.
You can't help but feel like a bit of a creep as you spy on him, watching the way his muscles flex, the sweat glistening his abs, the grunts he makes. What are you doing? You can't be thinking of your bodyguard like that!
Fuck, you really need to get laid. Maybe if the date goes well today, you'll get lucky.
Qimir places the barbell down before lowering to do push ups and a small noise escapes you, causing his head to snap up in your direction. "Hello?" You close your eyes in embarrassment before opening the door. "Oh, hi. Did you need something miss Y/n?"
"No I um..." You're starting to get flustered as you try to avoid looking at him in such a perverted way. He’s the one who’s shirtless while you’re fully clothed, so why do you feel so vulnerable right now under his watchful eyes? You adjust your sleep shorts, pulling them a little further down when you see him glance at them. "I just wanted to tell you that I have a date later tonight."
He nods, "alright. I'll get the car ready after I'm done here." He gestures to the weight beside him.
You nod before starting to turn away. "No rush, it won't be for another few hours." Qimir makes a noise of acknowledgement and looks at you with raised brows, a silent way of asking if that's it. You awkwardly nod at him before leaving the gym.
You lean on the wall beside the door and close your eyes with a sigh. God, you really hope things go well tonight. You're not sure how much longer you can handle feeling pent up like this.
A few hours later, you descend down the stairs in your dress to see Qimir waiting for you at the door. He glances up when he hears the sound of your heels clicking on the hard floor. You miss the way his breath gets caught in his throat.
You meet his eyes and for just a moment, he forgets it's not him you're dressed up for. That he's not the one you're going out with. And as quickly as the feeling comes, he squashes it fast.
“Well? How do I look?” You hold your arms out, spinning around slowly for him.
He smiles softly, “you look lovely miss Y/n. Shall we go?” You nod and he opens the door for you to head to the car.
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You watch with boredom as the man in front of you goes on and on about his new sports car. Every word he says goes in one ear and out the other into the muffled sounds of everyone else in the restaurant. All hopes you had earlier flew out the window in the first 10 minutes or so when you got here.
On the side near the wall, you glance over to Qimir, who has been keeping a close watch on you the whole time. He meets your gaze and raises his brows in question. You subtly nod once and he gets the hint, disappearing momentarily.
You wait a few minutes before pretending to get a notification on your phone, interrupting the man in front of you. "I'm sorry, I have to go. It's my agent." You're already standing from your seat and grabbing your purse and coat. "It was nice seeing you!" You don't even give your date the chance to say anything before rushing out of the restaurant.
Lesson learned, don't give classic rich guys a chance. Just because they have money, that doesn't mean they have a personality. All they care about is looks and their wealth, taking whatever chance they can get to flaunt it.
You sigh in relief when you finally see your car pull up. Qimir parks and gets out so that he can open the door for you. You give him a grateful smile before getting in. He shuts the door and gets back in the driver seat.
“Fuck, that was awful. I didn't even get to order dessert!” you scoff as you buckle your seatbelt.
“Do you want me to stop somewhere?” He asks as he starts the car.
“No, I'll just eat the ice cream we have in the freezer.” He nods and you look over at him. “Thank you for taking me home early Qimir." You sigh, resting your head against the seat and closing your eyes.
"Of course. You alright? He didn't try anything, did he?" He glances at you in the rearview mirror before driving away from the curb.
"No but ughhh he was so fucking annoying! All he talked about was himself and barely gave me even a second to get a breath in for myself.” You dig the palms of your hands into your eyes, irritated with yourself for saying yes to the date.
You're never letting yourself feel pressured into going out with someone you're not interested in again, especially just because you're horny. No dick is worth that amount of boredom and torture.
Now that you think about it, he most likely wouldn't even be able to get you off. He'd probably put his pleasure over yours anyway.
You meet Qimir's eyes in the mirror. "Sorry, I don't mean to dump this all on you. I'm not paying you to listen to my intimacy problems." You let out a humorless chuckle, shaking your head as you look out the window to watch the buildings go by.
"I don't mind," Qimir shrugs, "I like that you trust me enough to tell me these things. We are friends, are we not?" He raises a playful brow at you in the mirror and you smile, probably the most genuine you've had since before your date a few hours ago.
When you first hired Qimir as your personal bodyguard, he was very serious. He barely spoke unless spoken to and he stayed quiet for the majority of the time. Considering all of his previous clients were classy and all business, that's the sort of energy he was used to carrying. But you were having none of that.
Sure he was your protection, but if he was gonna be around you all the time, you wanted him to be your friend on some level. So after the first day you met, you spent every single day after that trying to soften his hard outer shell. It started off small with a few questions to get to know him better.
You lean forward from the back of the car to rest your elbows on the center console. "Do you ever smile Qimir? I only ever see you frowning or with a neutral face." You rest your cheek on your palm as you study him.
"I smile. Sometimes." He says plainly in that deep husky voice of his. He glances at you from the corner of his eye. "I suggest you lean back before you hurt yourself." You let out a humorous scoff but listen anyway.
It took maybe two months for you to see just a crack in his mr tough guy facade. And just that alone made you happy. You're even happier now with your relationship with him today.
After getting his approval, you continue with your rant. "I just–" you let out a sigh of defeat. "I just feel like all people care about when they see me is my money and my career, not me. They don't care about the person beneath all the fame. All they want is a piece of eye candy hanging on their arm-"
You start to choke on your words the more your thoughts start to sink in. "A-and it gets so lonely because all I want is just a deep, true connection with someone y'know? Someone who sees the real me and that I can be myself with and doesn't care about all of the fame and the money, but me as a real person." Your sniffles start to turn into full on sobs and Qimir looks at you in the mirror with pitiful eyes.
"I have all these fans and people that say they love me, but at the end of the day, I still feel like the loneliest person ever. If everyone loves you, do any of them really do?" You give up on talking. Instead, you shift your focus on trying to catch your breath and stopping your tears.
Qimir shakes his head and pulls the car into an empty parking lot before turning the engine off. You look up with furrowed brows as he gets out of the car. "Where are you go-" he slams the door shut before you could finish your sentence.
A second later, the back door swings open and he gets in the seat next to you. "What are you doing Qimir?" He doesn't say anything. He just opens his arms, a silent invitation for you to intrude his space.
Another sob breaks out of you as you scoot closer and lean into his chest, letting him wrap his strong arms around you. He stays silent as he rubs your back soothingly while tears continue to fall down your cheeks.
When your breathing has evened out and your body stops shaking, you finally lean away from him. "Thank you Qimir."
"Can I tell you something?" He asks quietly. You nod, wiping your tears with the handkerchief he hands you. "I think those guys are fucking idiots." You pause before looking up at him with wide eyes. "I'm sorry ma'am, but they don't deserve you. You remember what I was like when you first hired me. I was quiet, serious, intimidating..."
"Very intimidating!" You interrupt. "Like a big scary monster!"
Qimir chuckles, "Yeah, that. But getting to know you and being your bodyguard has been such a pleasure. You changed me. You treated me like a friend."
"You are my friend Qimir." You place your hand on top of his resting on the seat and he stares down at it, caught off guard by your action.
He hums, "you're kind, funny, beautiful."
"You think I'm beautiful?" You arch an eyebrow at him and he shakes his head with a playful eye roll.
"You know you are and that's not the point. What I'm saying is, you’re an amazing person. And anyone who turns down the chance to see that part of you is missing out. Fuck those guys! They can be miserable by themselves!" That makes you laugh and he feels a sense of pride in his chest.
He hesitates before speaking again. "And if I were in their position..." he trails off.
"You would what?"
"I'd think I was the luckiest man in the galaxy." Your heart skips a beat at his words. But the strange thing is, that it doesn't even shock you. In fact, this isn't the first time your heart did that with him.
You start to think of the other times this has happened.
Between takes on set, you tend to have a small snack break. Without fail, you'd always offer him some of whatever you were munching on. Most times he would decline, but the rare moments he would accept your offer made you beam with pride. And the small, just barely there, smile he'd give you afterwards made your heart skip.
That was the first time it happened, but you ignored it.
He was driving you home after having lunch with a few costars while you told him some drama they told you. "And Dafne said that Charlie actually lied about being a donor!" You let out a scoff of disbelief before glancing over at him in the driver seat. He doesn't respond, just keeps quiet with his eyes on the road.
Thinking he wasn't listening to you, you cross your arms over your chest and stare out at the window instead. At your sudden silence, Qimir glances in the rearview mirror and can't help but smile softly at the way you're sulking in your seat. He holds back the amused chuckle that wants to escape his lips. "Well? What did Dafne say after that?" You meet his gaze in the mirror and your face lights up before finishing the story.
That one was a bit harder to ignore.
The nights you would meet up in the kitchen to have tea late at night because neither of you could sleep out of pure coincidence, which quickly became a routine for months. The way he'd open up a little bit more about himself each night, giving you a small glimpse of the mysterious man in front of you.
This morning in the gym when he was shirtless and glanced down at your legs. The way he looked so in awe of you when you asked him how you looked in your dress before leaving for your date. And even right now with him comforting you after said shitty date.
How did you not realize it before? All of the things you've always wanted in a man, have been right here in front of you the entire time. He knows you, the real you. And he likes that version.
"I don't want to cross any boundaries or anything but-"
"Fuck it." You lean forward and connect your lips with his, cutting him off. You feel him freeze and you immediately pull away with wide eyes. What the fuck did you just do?
"I- I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have done tha-"
He cups his hand on the back of your neck and pulls you in again. "Don't apologize," he mutters against your lips. With your mouth still on his, you messily remove your heels. He deepens the kiss and holds your waist as you move to straddle his lap.
You tug on his hair and he lets out a low groan. He pulls away panting, "Shouldn't we go somewhere more private? Do this at home? In bed?"
"There's no one here. And I want you now." You try to kiss him again but he pulls back shaking his head.
"I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you."
You raise a brow with a confused smile, "Shouldn't I be asking you that? I initiated this."
"Yeah but the difference is..." he swallows. "I don't care if you use me."
You shake your head, moving your hands from his shoulder to cup his face. "I don't want to use you."
"You don't?"
You shake your head again, "I really want this. I want you."
He lets out a breath he's been holding as if he's relieved to hear that. "Then have me." He lets you kiss him again and this time, he doesn't hold back. You push at the opening of his coat and he helps you slide it off, throwing it onto the front seat of the car.
He presses his hands against your back pulling you closer until you're sitting right against him. You gasp against his mouth when you feel him poking you from underneath. Even from this angle, you can tell how big he is.
"Please, touch me Qimir." You beg.
"Are you sure?" You nod eagerly. His fingers grasp the zipper at the back of your dress and slowly drags it down. You pull the fabric off of your shoulders, leaving you in just your undergarments, and he stares at you in awe.
He's been dying to take this dress off of you from the moment you descended down the stairs. At the time, he felt jealous that you were dressed for some guy who he knew didn't deserve you. He never thought he'd be the one taking it off just a few hours later. And God was he glad things turned around for him.
You take his hand and place it on your right tit, throwing your head back when he immediately squeezes it. "I've always wanted to see these." He mutters under his breath, more to himself but you heard him.
"Yeah?" You smirk. His gaze snaps up to yours, and instead of backing down like you expected, he just nods with a confident grin.
His head dips down so he can take one of them in his mouth, massaging the other. Your hips roll against him and he groans against your skin. He grabs your hips and you're worried he's going to stop you, but instead, he pushes you further down on his erection.
He lets go of your tit with a pop. "Feel what you do to me? What you've been doing for the past few months?" He starts moving your hips so you're grinding against him.
"Months?!"
"Yes baby, months." Baby, fuck you love the sound of that. "It's been so hard having to hold back from touching you like this. You always look so fucking beautiful."
"Show me how much you've been wanting me. Don't hold back." The car shakes when he lifts you off his lap and lays you on the seats with him hovering above you. He looks so good on top of you like this. You can definitely get used to this view.
He leans down just a few inches from your lips. You tilt your head up to connect them, but instead of closing the gap, he lowers his face into your neck. That cocky fucker.
He sucks hard on the side of your neck where it can easily be covered by your hair before running his tongue soothingly along the spot. You feel yourself getting wetter, and not just on your neck. You grab his hips and tug him further down on you.
He smirks against your skin when you start grinding up into him. He starts kissing down your abdomen until his face is right above your waistline.
"I know you didn't wear these for me, and it absolutely kills me right now, but fuck I love them." He snaps the waistband against your hip and you let out a mix of a whine and squeal.
"They're for you now," you breathe out. He smiles and leaves a trail of kisses along your thighs, worshipping you. He bites his lip when he sees the wet spot on your panties.
His fingers hook into the waistband before glancing up at you. "Is this okay?"
You nod.
"Words, beb."
"Yes it's okay. Please take it off!" He kisses the wet spot on your panties before dragging them down your legs, discarding it somewhere on the car floor.
He sighs in disbelief when he sees your soaked cunt lit up from the street lamps and moonlight. "Tangina"(fuck), he whispers to himself. His fingers gather some of your wetness before dragging it up to your clit and rubbing small, slow circles.
Your head falls back against the seat with a quiet moan. "That feel good?" He asks, scanning your face for any discomfort.
"Please, I need more" you plead. He prods his finger at your entrance before pushing in. He moves slowly before adding a second finger, making a scissoring motion inside you. He feels his mouth begin to water as he watches the way you stretch open for him, coating his digits with your slick.
He can't hold back anymore and he buries his face into your cunt, devouring you. You let out a cry as his tongue skillfully works along your sensitive bundle of nerves. He groans against you when he feels you squeeze his hair, only motivating him further.
"Fuck, Qimir right there!" You moan when he curls his fingers, hitting your g spot.
"Yeah? Right there?" He starts abusing your clit and your g spot with his tongue and fingers. He speeds up the pace. You throw your head back as you near your climax. Your free hand searches for something to grasp– the seatbelt, the headrest, the door handle, anything! You feel Qimir lace his fingers with yours just as you reach your peak.
As you come back from your dazed state, you realize that this is the most intimate moment you've ever experienced. And it's with your bodyguard! After helping you ride out your high, he pulls his fingers out of you before bringing them to his mouth. "Masarap, I knew you would taste good."
He leans back down to kiss you, the two of you quickly falling into another makeout session. Your hands travel from his hair, down his chest, until they land on his belt. With your mouth still on his, you frantically start to unbuckle it.
He places his hands on yours to stop you and pulls away with an awkward chuckle, "are you sure? We're in a parking lot." He glances around, it's still empty. And God knows he doesn't care, but what if you do?
You fight the urge to roll your eyes, "We've already gotten this far Qimir. The least you can do is finish it and fuck me." He slams his lips back on yours before slipping his belt off and removing his pants.
You quickly unbutton his shirt, dragging your fingers down his abs. You pull away from his mouth to ogle at the pure muscle in front of you. "I've been wanting to touch these since this morning, I can't believe you've been hiding these from me for so long."
He tilts his head with a raised brow and grin, "I thought you were ogling me earlier." He teases. “But it's okay, I was doing it back.”
You giggle before kissing down his body until his erection is right in front of you. You glance up at him through your lashes before kissing his clothed tip, tasting the pre-cum seeping through the cloth.
"Fuck," he sighs as he throws his head back. You pull his underwear down, biting your lip when his cock bounces up with the red tip oozing.
"Needy for me huh?" You look up at him with a teasing smile as you pump him.
His hips jolt and he removes your hand so he can lay you back down. "I should've expected you'd be this talkative."
You shrug, not even bothering to deny it because it's true. "You know me."
“I do.” He hums before kissing your neck again, "we'll see how talkative you'll be when you're full."
"Then let's test that theory bodyguard." He slams his lips on yours before reaching for his cock, rubbing the tip on your clit and driving you both absolutely insane.
"Still on birth control?"
"Of course" you sigh out. Your fingers cling to his shoulders in anticipation as he prods at your hole.
"Just to be clear-"
"Yes, I'm sure about this now please just fuck me Qimir!"
He chuckles at your eagerness but doesn't hesitate to listen. He pushes in at an agonizingly slow pace, allowing you to feel every ridge and vein as he enters you. Your nails dig into his arms as you try to adjust to his size.
It's been a while since you've had sex but even you know that none of the men in the past have ever been as big as him. "Fuck!" You groan, eyes clenched shut.
"It's okay baby, just relax I got you. Almost there, just a little more."
He finally bottoms out and you let out a huge exhale. "Holy shit you're big."
"Are you okay? Need me to pull out?" He asks as he brushes some hair out of your face. You shake your head. "You're good?" You nod. "Let me know when I can move."
After a few moments of catching your breath, you nod. "You can move now, Qimir." He does so very slowly and carefully. You breathe through his thrusts until they turn into moans.
"That's it, easing up for me now." His thrusts quicken and your moans get louder. "Got too quiet for a bit there."
"F-fuck you"
He smirks before hovering his lips over yours, "you are." He kisses you again, groaning against your mouth. More and more groans start escaping him, filling the car along with your own sounds you’re making. His jaw falls open and his eyes flutter shut as he breathes shakily. "Tangina, ang sarap mo. You feel so good."
Your legs wrap around him when he settles more of his body weight on top of you. From this angle, his groin rubs deliciously on your clit. "I- shit I'm cumming!" You cry out, clinging onto him tighter.
He kisses you again, "I got you, it's okay. Let go for me." You slam your mouth back on his as you shake from your orgasm. "That's a good girl. Ang galing mo. You're doing so good."
He helps you ride out your high as he starts to near his. "Tangina I'm close. Where do you want me?"
"Inside"
His eyes snap up to yours "are you sure?"
You cup his face delicately and nod, "I'm sure." He kisses your palm before falling on his forearms, his face inches above yours. His thrusts speed up as he chases his high.
“Lalabasan ako agad sayo.” (you're gonna make me come hard) he mutters to himself. His breathing becomes more rigid as he loses more and more of his composure. You clench down hard on him and that does it for him.
"Pakshet I'm cumming!" His forehead rests on yours as his hips stutter before his thrusts still. You moan when you feel him fill you up with his seed.
When he regains his composure, he kisses you one last time before pulling out and grabbing some tissues from the middle console to clean you up. You've never felt so cared for after sex before. He helps you back into your dress and puts your heels back on your feet.
Once you're decent again, he caresses your cheeks with a soft look in his eyes. "Let's go home." He says before kissing you again. He opens the door to get back in the driver's seat and starts the car.
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