Into the desert
Pairing: Obi-Wan x ReaderÂ
Words:1,163
Warnings: 18+, Smutttttt. Padawan reader (of age!), teacher/student, Penetration. Unprotected Sex. Rejection. Angst. Heartbreak, kinda.Â
Summary: I really donât know, jumping right into it. Random shit that I couldnât get out of my head. . . sorry.Â
âBen, pleaseâ As she breathed the words he had been longing to hear, he lost all remaining shreds of control. Sheathing himself fully inside her with a low growl. She gasped, breath caressing his neck, raising the hairs, sending a shiver down his spine. They both stilled, eyes locked together for what felt like forever, until she gasped out a soft âpleaseâ.
 It broke his reverie of her. Pulling out he plunged back inside her aching core with fervour. Setting a swift rhythm marvelling at her tightness, her warmth, like she was made for him. He rested his forehead against hers, still moving within, coaxing the most delicious moans from her soft lips. âGods, you are amazingâ he gasped, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. His hand moved down, back to her sensitive bud, grazing her stomach before rubbing her in quickening circles making the coil inside her rebuild and tighten again.
 The feeling of his hardness thrusting inside, grinding against her coupled with his attention on her clit she found herself moaning, arching her back, pushing her breasts into him, desperate for the release. He let out a low throaty chuckle at how needy she was, switching attention of his mouth to the soft skin at her neck, licking and nipping gently. Continuing his assault on her pussy he whispered in her ear âCum for me, thereâs a good girlâ. Those breathy words pushed her over the edge she had been teetering on, pleasure ripping though her body, clenching round his throbbing cock as she half moaned half chanted his name.
 His hips stuttered slightly, and his pace quickened, unable to hold back he thrust deep inside her, spilling into her.  Shuddering his finish he stilled, everything was quiet, only her ragged breathing filling the air around him, perfect.
 She pulled him down to her wrapping her legs fully around, with him still seated within, he rested his head against hers sighing gently. Sated and happier than he had been in years, but with a niggling anxiety threatening to creep over him. What had he done? What if someone found out? Surely, they wouldnât punish him too harshly for a moment of weakness. If he could even convince himself that is what it was. But what of her, she had come so far in her training, with the other trainees, gaining the trust of the council. He couldnât do this to her, it wasnât fair. She was so young, with so much ahead of her.
 Raising above her and pulling out, he pushed a stray lock out of her sex fogged eyes. Marvelling at her beauty he kissed her, deeply, passionately. Trying desperately to put all of his feelings that he couldnât say into that kiss.
Pulling away he breathed âthat wasâŚâ
âAmazingâ she interrupted, smiling up at him.
âIll advisedâ he finished
âWhatâ confusion furrowed her brow âWhat do you .â
âIâm sorry, we shouldnât have. It was a mistake. I shouldnât have. Iâm so sorry . . .â he turned away as tears filled her eyes, hurriedly re-dressing.
 When he turned back pulling his shirt over his head, she sat on the edge of his bed, beautiful, naked, brushing away the tears spilling down her cheeks. âNo youâre right, of course.â Her tongue swiped across her lips as she chewed slightly on her lip ring âWe shouldnât have. . .Iâm sorryâ
 She cast her gaze around my chambers, searching for her clothes discarded in the heat of the moment. Standing smoothly, she pulled on her discarded pants and trousers.
 âCan you see my. . . â she paused as I handed her the soft linen robe. âthanksâ she breathed.
 She sorted her hair and straightened her shoulders before striding out without another word or backwards glance.
 He stood watching the door that had closed behind her for a long moment before collapsing back onto his bed. Sheets still smelling of her delicate fragrance. Hating himself.
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 Slamming her back against the cold metal of the wall of her room, she tried flutily to catch her breath. She slid down to the floor, hot tears streaming down her face. How could she have been so stupid!? of course he didnât, could never, feel the same about her. See her as anything more than a convenient release at best, at worst an irritation and a burden.
 Curling into a ball she allowed the sobs to rack through her body, the pain, the guilt, the shame, and rejection all running into an agonising pit within her. Eventually she must have passed out, as she woke stiff and cold on her floor to the loud crashes of the mid-morning transports docking.
 Prying her eyes open she stretched her stiff and sore body gently, stumbling to sit on the edge of her bed. Rubbing at her eyes. FUCK!! She had really screwed up this time, I mean she had slept with her fair share of dickheads and ill-advised people. But this felt different. Damn it! Why of all the people in the entire goddammed galaxy did she have to fall for HIM!! He was her teacher for fuck sake, her âmasterâ argghhhhh!
 Abruptly she stood, grabbing her backpack and started shoving clothes and essentials inside.
 No one else had ever made her feel like that. Seen, safe, . . . valued. Cared for. But that was clearly all an act, or just his job. What kind of idiot falls for that, seriously!? It was literally his job to make sure you didnât die, to look after you. He doesnât, of course he doesnât, who would . . fuck! Slinging the pack across her shoulder she glanced around the room that had somehow become home for her. Laughing bitterly to herself, this is why we donât get attached.
 She went to stride out of her quarters for the last time when she walked straight into a warm, well-muscled chest. Looking up she saw the concerned face of exactly the man she had been trying to avoid.
 âFuckâ she muttered
âYou missed morning trainingâ his deep soft voice went right through her body, looking into his piercing blue eyes.
âSorry, Iâm sorry I have to go.â She muttered, brushing past him
 He grabbed her arm, pulling her back into him.
âPlease. Donât do this, donât run away from meâ
âWhat am I meant to do?â she exhaled âI canât, I just canât stay here. Not after. . . â trailing off she looked at him, pleadingly, begging for him to just let her go. âPlease Ben. Please just let me goâ
For a moment she thought a look of pain crossed his face, then it was replaced by his usual stoic expression. âIf that is what you truly want?â
âIt isâ
His hand fell back to his side limply. She forced herself to move away from him, out of his warmth, away from his scent. Just away.
âBe safeâ he whispered at her retreating back
