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sleepingsun501 · 2 years

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Make It Last

Pairing(s): Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Reader

Summary: Obi-Wan returns from the war and surprises you late one night.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Contains SMUT 18+, oral sex, cunnilingus, PiV sex (wrap it!), orgasm delay, mind reading, foreplay, aftercare (ohhhh the aftercare), established relationship, secret relationship, fluff, love, inappropriate use of the Force. Plot? Don't know her.

Word Count: 4.2k (I know, I went nuts)

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A/N: MINORS GO AWAY!! And thank you once again discord people for being my inspiration!

When you fell asleep earlier in the night, you had not expected to be awakened by familiar, gentle fingers tracing your cheek. You shifted and squinted in the near-darkness, save for the lights of Coruscant’s skyline dimly streaming through your window, before you sleepily cracked an eye open. There was only one other person who had the codes to your apartment, and you could see a little hint of long reddish-gold hair and pale Jedi robes in the darkness.

“Hello there, my darling,” a gentle voice whispered.

Your eyes flew open immediately and you let out a happy, breathy squeal. You could barely see him, but you would know his voice anywhere. A rush of excitement rippled through you as you sat up and threw yourself into Obi-Wan’s waiting arms, pulling yourself up against his strong, solid frame.

Months had passed since you had last seen him. Every time he had put in a shore leave request for his legion, another crisis had arisen to rudely keep you apart. You had followed every scrap of news you could find about the 212th and its dashing Jedi General, praying they were all right, but now Obi-Wan was here—safe and home with you. You were so happy that you could barely think of anything to say to him as you hugged his broad shoulders.

Obi-Wan stood, lifting you straight out of bed with him. He shifted one of his arms from your shoulders and grasped you around your waist, pulling you more firmly against himself as he set you on your feet and kissed your cheek.

“I’ve missed you, sweetheart,” he whispered, inhaling deeply, burying his face in your shoulder and sweet-smelling hair. It’s been too long since I’ve held you like this. he thought, his beautiful voice echoing in your mind.

You shivered at the familiar sensation of him weaving through your consciousness, and you relaxed into it so he could sense your emotions fully. Tangling your fingers in his long hair, you tucked your nose further under his jaw, taking advantage of being shorter than him, and pressed your soft lips against his neck where his pulse beat steadily. He smelled so good—like the sweet tar of freshly polished leather and the warmth of amber and sunshine.

Obi-Wan dropped his other hand lower around your back and then glided it around your side to squeeze your hip tenderly underneath your nightshirt. Your skin tingled under his gentle fingertips, and his touch made a seductive warmth pool in your core.

The rough hair of his beard prickled pleasantly against your cheek as you eased back from him a little to find his lips in a delicate kiss. A spark of arousal shot through you as his tongue darted out to trace the curve of your bottom lip before invading your mouth. He inhaled sharply as he deepened the kiss, licking into you, and it wrung a quiet moan from your throat as the growing ache within you coiled and writhed.

I want you. your mind whispered to him, knowing he would hear. You had no idea how long you would have together before he was called back to the battlefield; maybe a few days or even just a few hours, but you burned for him all the same. That fierce heat settled and spread low in your belly as one of his hands locked around the back of your neck, and the rock-hard evidence of how much he had missed you was suddenly trapped tightly between you. You whined into his mouth as you ground your hips against him. Please, Obi-Wan, make this last.

Obi-Wan released you and shed his long outer robe. Even in the dimness of your room, the desire shining in his grey-blue eyes was unmistakable. That look bore a hole to the depths of your soul, and you gladly let him in.

You hooked your fingers into his belt, yanking him close again, and unfastened it with practiced ease, careful to place his lightsaber on your bedside table before returning to undressing him. Smirking lustfully at you, he allowed you to pull his robes and tunic off and lifted you into his arms again easily.

A playful giggle left you as he lowered you gently to the edge of your bed, helping you wiggle out of your pants. He sighed as knelt on the floor before you, gripping your smooth calves and pressing kisses along the insides of your thighs—his smokey gaze never leaving you.

“Oh, Maker… Obi-Wan…” you breathed shakily, shifting up and grabbing fistfuls of the soft blankets beneath you. His eyes were always so powerful, so expressive, and a tingle ran up your spine. You tensed your inner muscles in anticipation as you tried to assuage the aching, dampening discomfort between your legs, but he continued to press open-mouthed kisses to your silky skin, offering you no such relief.

“We’ve got time,” he whispered, taking a firmer grip on your thighs and coming up to capture your lips, sucking your bottom lip into his teeth and nipping hungrily. He ran a hand up your chest to undo the buttons on your nightshirt, freeing your supple breasts. His warm hands left what felt like trails of fire in their wake as they grazed over you, and you wondered if it was just your body reacting or some little Force trick he was using to tease you.

You shrugged out of your top as he made his way back down your body, latching briefly onto one of your hardened nipples, sucking gently and caressing it with his tongue. As he did, a twinge of pleasure shot from your nipple to your cunt, and you twisted your hips down into your bed with a moan. You loved how thorough he was, but the growing ache inside you was becoming unbearable.

Obi-Wan inhaled the sweet, almost citrusy warmth of your skin as he attentively kneaded your opposite breast and brushed his thumb over your nipple, pleased with the way it pebbled under his touch. You let out a longing sigh, gripping your blankets in one of your fists as you snaked your other hand between you.

His hips give an involuntary lurch forward as you pushed his pants down just enough to free his already leaking cock. He was hot and heavy and thick in your hand, and you could already imagine the delightful stretch of him inside you as you stroked him. He moaned as he licked at your skin, relishing the feeling of your hand as you started to twist your fist down his length as you pumped him. You pushed him away as you ran your thumb over his swollen tip and gathered the bit of precum that had gathered there. His lust-blown eyes locked with yours as you sucked him off your thumb, sighing in satisfaction at the slightly salty tang of him.

A devilish smirk crossed his handsome face as he watched you taste him, and it reached his darkening eyes. That was what you had hoped to see; not the prim and proper Jedi Knight, but the powerful, daring, cunning warrior that was always held at bay beneath the surface.

“Lay back for me, my darling,” he whispered. His voice had taken on a sultry, huskier, almost commanding tone, sending a thrill through your chest. “My turn to taste you.”

You laid back to prop yourself up on your elbows as he shifted further down, pulling your soaked underwear with him. As he eased your last article of clothing off, you caught a glimpse of the deep love he harbored in his heart for you sparkling behind his eyes.

He stared at you for a moment, just admiring your naked beauty in the low light, but with a deep breath, he dove between your parted thighs. His tongue dipped through your folds to take a long taste of you, drowning himself in your delicious heat.

“Ohhh—oh… f-fuck!” you moaned. A string of unintelligible curses left your lips as you trembled with pleasure from his hot mouth on you. He devoured you like you were the most delectable thing he had ever tasted, and you lost your balance as he pulled you closer. Your back hit the soft bed as he lifted your hips to his mouth, licking deep into your dripping cunt and bumping your clit with his nose at the new angle.

He could feel your pulse in your soaking walls as he replaced his tongue with his long, thick middle finger. The change had you crying out softly and writhing beneath him as he encircled your sensitive bundle of nerves with his lips. You dug your heels into his back to encourage him to give you more as the mounting pressure in your core threatened to overwhelm you, but he hummed gently and continued his torturously slow, methodical pace.

Still taking his damn time, he started pressing against that spongey spot just past your entrance that he knew would make you see stars. He busied his other arm with wrapping around your thigh and across your abdomen, holding you to his mouth and keeping you from squirming. You cried out as he pressed down on your lower belly, increasing the pressure inside you, and he began curling his finger to stroke that sensitive spot again and again.

Fucking stars—oh yes… Yesyesyesyesyes! your mind screamed and cursed as your legs began to quake against him. He could sense your pleasure, and it made his cock throb and ache with need as he worked a second finger into you and continued his onslaught.

He could tell you were getting impatient from the way you took a handful of his hair and tugged, and your thighs tensed on his shoulders as you bucked against his mouth. Obi-Wan growled lowly, actually sounding like he was admonishing you, and pressed down harder on your belly to increase the pressure inside you even more.

You felt like you were ready to explode—like you should have cum already, but he just held you there on the edge of that cliff. Your soft moans from before had turned desperate as you whimpered needily, and he shuddered as your nails grazed his scalp with one hand and dug into his hard forearm with the other.

Focusing the Force like a laser, he made his thoughts known to you. So beautiful… so sweet… fuck, you taste like home. You were already so wet… you’ve been so neglected, haven’t you? My poor darling, let me give you what you need.

Lights were exploding behind your eyes as Obi-Wan began flicking his tongue and curling his fingers faster, making you clamp your hand over your mouth to muffle the little screams escaping you.

None of that. I want to hear you. Suddenly, you felt your hand snap away from your mouth and into his grasp. Had he just—? He did. The cheeky bastard used the Force to pull your hand to his and press it back to your lower belly, trapping it there. Come on, let me hear you. Tell me what you need.

“You! Obi-Wan… I-I want you!” you wailed. You were suddenly grateful your bedroom was at the far corner of your apartment, away from any neighboring walls. “I’m so close… p-please…”

I can hold you here all night, my darling. Tell me what you want from me.

It was then you realized what he was doing. You could hear it in his tone in your head; he was purposefully holding back your orgasm with some power unknown to you, his mouth never once leaving your folds, making it last just like you had asked him to.

“Please—fucking hell—Obi-Wan!” you were almost embarrassed at how needy you sounded, but you could not help it, not with him. “Let me cum… I—huhhh—I can’t… t-take it. I need to c-cum… let me…” you begged incoherently through desperate gasps and moans. Tears of pleasure began to slide down your flushed cheeks, and you felt like you were ready to pass out if he kept this up any longer, but he hummed in satisfaction against your clit and plunged his fingers inside you to the knuckle.

Something—you were not sure what—but something in the air hovering just above your skin snapped and dissipated. As it did, you felt your throbbing walls finally tighten and flutter around his fingers, drenching his hand and mouth in your wetness. The blissful, dizzying, borderline painful relief of your orgasm crashed over you in pulsing waves of hot and cold, deafening you to your resounding scream of ecstasy. Your entire body spasmed and shook as Obi-Wan held you in place, lapping you up and helping you ride out the waves.

Your head lolled to the side after some time as you began to come down from that intense high, and you just caught a glimpse of your alarm clock glowing faintly on your night table next to his lightsaber. Despite not being able to think clearly, you could have sworn nearly half an hour had passed, and you praised his endless patience. Make it last, indeed. Show-off. you thought amusedly. You could not help the giddy little laugh that escaped you as you looked back at him.

His lips and beard were shining with your moisture as he locked eyes with you again, sucking his fingers clean. The thunderous passion in his eyes was so intoxicating that you had not noticed he had removed the rest of his clothing. You yelped in surprise when he yanked you off the bed and into his strong arms, spinning around to sit on the edge of the bed himself.

“Feel good?” he asked, smiling and whispering against your ear.

You nodded and shuddered pleasantly as his breath washed over the overheated skin of your neck, and he positioned you to straddle his lap. His normally gentle hands were kneading the soft flesh of your ass as he did, and you wanted nothing more than for him to spear you on his cock and split you in half with it.

Nipping at your ear and groaning, he whispered, “I need to hear you say it, my dear.”

You were still trembling, but you smiled and nodded. His voice was an entire octave lower than normal, and you let that low, sinful timbre vibrate through you. “Fuck me, Obi-Wan,” you whined, beginning to grind your soaking slit along his throbbing cock. “Fuck me and don’t stop.”

Even as prepared as you were, you both knew this had to be done slowly. Despite all the times you had ever been together, he was always conscious of your needs and knew you needed time to adjust to his size, so he let you set the pace. You captured his lips, tasting yourself on him and moaning as he lifted you onto your knees, positioning himself at your entrance. Very carefully, he rocked your hips down onto him, easing himself in and stretching you open.

Your slick walls were suffocatingly tight as he sheathed himself within you as far as he could. He rested his forehead against yours and you braced your arms on his shoulders as you took him. With your lip caught between your teeth, you took the lead and undulated your hips a few times, feeling every ridge and vein of him, carefully easing the last inch of him in.

He groaned into your neck and savored the feeling of being buried within your exquisite warmth, wishing he would never have to be parted from you. You were his sanctuary, his love, his little secret away from his life as a Jedi.

“Easy, love,” he cooed. “Easy. Take your time.” He lifted you again, helping your shaking legs support you as you started riding him. The length of his thick cock let him touch an even sweeter spot deeper inside you, and it sent pure bliss from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes.

Time seemed to stand still and speed up as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in even closer. You clung to his strong back, raking your nails lightly over the hard muscles beneath his pale skin—urging him to thrust his hips with your rhythm while he caressed your body with rough, practiced hands.

Sooner than expected, you felt yourself begin to teeter on that blissful edge again. That familiar coil low in your pelvis wound itself tighter, but you needed more. Throwing that to the forefront of your mind, you knew Obi-Wan would sense it.

“I’ve—nghh—I’ve got you… I’ve got you, darling. Let me hear you,” he breathed raggedly, feeling your walls squeeze him and making you moan desperately.

He never released your hips, but you felt a soft swirl of pressure on your now overly-sensitive clit. His invisible ministrations through the Force sent a new spark of need through you, and he could feel you becoming impossibly wetter around him.

You managed to push him on his back and grind your hips down harder, letting him rub gentle circles over your sensitive bud with the pad of his thumb instead. It was not long before your whimpers became steady, pleasured cries when you thrust yourself down. You were close, so very close, and the feverish heat deep within your core threatened to explode a second time.

“There you go… my good girl. That’s it… that’s it,” Obi-Wan suddenly said, his voice deep and sultry with the crisp Coruscanti accent on his tongue. He rolled his hips up to encourage you as you met his gaze, and he braced his hand beneath one of your breasts to support you, running his thumb over your sensitive nipple again and again. “Come on… just like that, sweetheart. Let it go for me.”

His words unraveled the aching coil that had been building within you. You tossed your head back and cried out his name as the euphoria overwhelmed your senses for a second time. Your body convulsed as your hips locked down on him, and your walls spasmed and clenched around his cock. You cried out again as he thrust up and continued to fuck you through it, shredding against raw heaven deep within you.

The sound of your voice calling out his name in ecstasy drew a dark shred of pure desire out of Obi-Wan—something he normally would have had well in check. While your cunt still pulsed around him, he sat up quickly and maneuvered you onto your back, settling into an agonizingly perfect, steady rhythm. His teeth nipped at your neck and breasts, sucking little marks into your dewy skin, intermingling with featherlight kisses.

“That’s my girl,” he praised. “My precious girl. You’re doing so well… so proud of you.”

His words were like the most beautiful music to you, making your cunt suck him in deeper. Even as your peak raged through you, you could feel and hear just how much he was holding back, wanting to draw it out for you as long as he could. He wanted to give you the memory of his body against yours to sustain you through his absences, and to remember how you felt around him during the long lonely nights on the battlefield.

You parted your lips invitingly and pulled him down to you, dragging your nails lightly over his broad shoulders again. As your tongues battled in the kiss, you felt him tremble and groan from his core, making his hips stutter before finding his torturous rhythm again.

He grabbed your hips more firmly with one hand to encourage your movements and braced himself above you on his other arm. You wrapped her legs around him to urge him on, and you arched yourself against him as the white-hot pulsing in your limbs eventually subsided.

You were feeling drained and relieved, as though you could simply drift away beneath him, but he seemed determined to drag yet another orgasm out of you. “One more, sweetheart… One more… one… more…” He started to let go of his control as he hammered his hips into yours, and all you could do was hang on.

“I-I want t— ah— feel y-you,” you gasped into his mouth, “d-deeper—Obi-Wan, please…” You were not sure where your words came from, but he complied without hesitation and without breaking his pace. He reached above you and grabbed one of your plush pillows, shoving it under your gorgeous ass to give you the angle you desired.

Tears of ecstasy rolled down your cheeks, and your nails were digging into his back now, scraping his skin with each thrust. He could not hide the fact that he craved that sensation as he began to throb within you.

“Give me everything, I want every drop of you inside me,” you begged. You reached for one of his hands, lacing your fingers in his.

“It’s all yours… all yours,” he panted, gripping your hand tightly and letting his body weight press into you. “My beautiful darling. You take me so well.”

You licked at his sweaty skin where his strained neck met his shoulder and nibbled on him just enough to leave a mark, and he growled low through gritted teeth. The deep rumbling in his chest and his length hitting every tender spot within you sent you over the edge again unexpectedly. It ripped through you like a tidal wave, blocking out everything except for the feeling of your bodies meshed together. You were so dazed that you could not even cry out—you could only let your mouth fall open and let the tremors of bliss seize you.

Obi-Wan felt the last of his control slip away as your soaking walls sucked him in again, and he erupted hard within you with a shout of your name. He clutched your hand and stayed buried within you, his body jolting as he filled you with rope after rope of his cum until it dripped between you.

You lay there together for some time in the darkness, sweaty and exhausted, panting from your exertions and wrapped up in each other. With a sigh, he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face and nuzzled against you lovingly. As he slipped out of you and stood, you heard him mumble something about you staying put. Not like you had many other options; you were not sure you trusted your legs in your current state—happily and thoroughly fucked out with his cum starting to leak down your thigh.

You heard the water in your bathtub running for a few minutes before he came back to collect you, scooping you up and carrying you to the waiting water. There must have been a dozen tealights all flickering around your bathroom as he carried you in, and your heart clenched as you realized he must have planned this. You knew he loved taking care of you, but now you were feeling a little spoiled.

“You deserve it, sweetheart,” he said, resting his head against yours for a moment.

You let out a long sigh as you felt yourself being levitated into your tub and a delicate, flowery scent enveloped you with the steaming water. “Candles, bath salts, and possibly the best way to be woken up ever,” you giggled approvingly, reaching out for him. As he knelt beside the tub, you blinked at him hopefully, “There’s room for you in here, too.”

With a gentle grin, he eased himself into the water behind you, cuddling you to his chest and petting your dampened hair. He chuckled as you gently drew little patterns along the hard lines of his strong chest and collar, examining a few of the marks you had left on his skin.

“That tickles,” he said, taking your hand in his and kissing it.

You smiled and settled yourself under his bearded chin, breathing deeply. His warm scent and the rhythm of his heart were even more soothing than the bath. “I’ve missed this,” you admitted quietly. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too, my love,” he replied, pressing a tender kiss to your hairline and wrapping his arm more tightly around you. “Thought about you every day.”

You were barely aware of the bath growing cooler over time as exhaustion was winning out against your consciousness, and you somehow managed to sleep through Obi-Wan bringing you back to bed, clean and dry.

When you woke in the misty, early morning light, you were cuddled up against his sprawling, naked form. You shifted your legs and moaned happily when you felt the wonderful soreness between your legs, but then you noticed a different set of sheets and blankets now made up your bed.

Now you really felt spoiled—mind-blowing sex, a glorious bath, and he had even changed your bedding for you before falling asleep beside you. You had no idea what you had done to deserve this utterly perfect man, and you felt tears prick at your eyes as you gazed at him, your heart overflowing with love. It was as though a god had been laid out next to you, and you memorized him all over again. Your eyes traced every hard muscle, every plane of his body, and every strand of his hair down to his eyelashes.

A pleasant shiver went through you as he shifted in his sleep, unconsciously wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer. You were still unsure of how much time you had with him—you supposed that was the tradeoff—but you settled back down and let sleep overtake you again, determined to make whatever time you had last.

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