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You and Obi-Wan had been practicing all morning in your hand-to-hand combat and while you stood nearly no chance against him in dueling with sabers, you were much more in tune with the force than he was. Unfortunately, he managed to get the best of you when you made one tiny misjudgment with a defensive move, successfully pinning you to the training room floor through force stasis. 

You were immediately disappointed in yourself and struggled for a few seconds trying to fight his hold, as he fought to keep you in pinned. Finally, you calmed yourself, taking a deep breath, and closing your eyes, allowing yourself a few seconds of meditation before forcing your arm up and managing to regain your footing, swiping at Obi-Wan's leg and causing him to hit the ground. Stradling his midsection, you pinned his wrists above his head and laughed. "Bet you thought you beat me."

"As much as I'd like to, I know you're much stronger with the force than I am. I got lucky... now get off me." He wriggled beneath you and pulled his wrists out from your grip, as you stood offering him a hand which he reluctantly took. Once on his feet, he quickly threw his arm around your neck and put you into a loose headlock.

"Obi-Wan!" You exclaimed, slapping at his hands but he just laughed.

"All right you two, that's enough. You can torment each other later." Your master called out with a smile, turning to look at Qui-Gon who seemed lost in thought as Obi-Wan let go of you and ruffled your hair. Anyone that didn't know the occasionally unreadable Jedi master the way did would've thought he was looking at you and his padawan, but you knew that look in eyes was only for you.

"You both fought well. Obi-Wan, the way you thought quickly and took advantage of her miscalculation was impressive, as was your move that allowed you to win the fight, Y/N."

"Thank you, Master Qui-Gon." You both responded in unison, bowing your heads in respect before looking back up. When Obi-Wan turned to collect his lightsaber and your master had begun leaving the room, Qui-Gon winked at you, flashing you a quick smirk. 

And you knew exactly what it meant.

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Sneaking out of your room when you were sure the whole hall was asleep, you cleared your hallway and quietly padded down the path you knew all too well, ending up at Qui-Gon's door. You quietly tapped the door with one fingertip, as he'd instructed many late-night meetings ago, and it opened quickly, the older master glancing around the hall before closing the door once again. You and Qui-Gon had been successfully sneaking around for awhile now and while it still made you both a little guilty, Qui-Gon's massive cock and dominant touch still made every risk worth it to you.

His hands were on you instantly and you let him press you against the wall as the two of you greeted each other with open mouthed kisses, his beard tickling you in the best possible way. "So, Master, you must've gotten a really good idea today given the way you were looking at me during training."

"I should've been more careful." He stood up and admired your stunning eyes, already full of need as you looked up at him, his height causing him to tower over you.

"I like when you get a little risky... makes me feel special."

He brought his hand up to lace around your throat, applying just enough pressure to send a rush of heat to your clit. "You're very special, my beautiful love."

"So then are you gonna tell me what your idea was?"

"I wanna try something new with you. I haven't stopped thinking about it all day." He kissed you again, and again, worshiping your neck and roughly massaging your breasts through your shirt. "I want to feel you completely at my mercy."

You laughed, reaching up to thread your fingers through his hair. "I don't know if you know this, but I'm already completely at your mercy... I couldn't tell you no even if I wanted to."

"Emotionally and romantically, yes... but I want to feel you physically at my mercy." The way he purred the word 'physically' in such a low and dangerous voice sent an excited chill through you, and you were nearly soaked. Noticing your response, he leaned in close to your ear and whispered, "Strip and get on your back, Love."

You wasted no time obeying and he smiled to himself that he still had the ability to make a gorgeous young thing like you scamper eagerly to his bed. 

Naked and spread out on his bed, he admired your body, running a flat hand up your stomach and palming your breast, making you arch up into his touch. The cool air of the room made your nipples hard and he tweaked the small sensitive nubs, making you whimper at the light pain he inflicted before panting desperately for more. "Qui-Gon, please, Sir."

"Are you positive that you're ready? I don't plan on being gentle."

"Who said I want gentle?" You replied, giving him your most seductive tone and letting your legs fall open submissively. He smirked, this was exactly what he was waiting for you to do, and like the good little whore you'd become for him, you didn't keep him waiting long. He brought his hand up, and instantly you felt a pressure around your ankles and wrists, your body locked into place by an invisible force. Qui-Gon watched the knowing smile blossom across your features, "You got turned on this morning."

"Obi-Wan may have gotten lucky but little did he know how much that move would work out in my favor."

"I bet you wanted to have your way me right there on the training floor, Master. He couldn't hold me for long but you're so much stronger than me." You purred, wiggling beneath his hold, effectively trapped in place. "And all I can do is take it like a good girl."

He dropped his hand, the force still holding you as he began to undress. "You're gonna be the death of me."

"I think you'll be the death of me at this rate."

Qui-Gon was rock hard by the time he stripped away his last article of clothing and he grabbed your hips, moving you effortlessly so that your ass was positioned at the edge of the bed. He brought his large hands to rest on your thighs and spread you apart with his thumbs, admiring just how wet you were for him already. Your pussy glistened and he lined himself up, sinking in to the hilt with one agonizingly slow motion and you bit your lip, the friction making you want to meet his movement, but you couldn't. 

His hands found your hips again and he used them for leverage as he pushed in and out of you, each thrust making you more desperate than the last. You cried out, Qui-Gon fucking you like you were nothing more than his personal sex toy. He stretched your tight little cunt with every thrust and you felt incredible around his cock, your muscles working him close to his edge as he helped you near yours. Soon, your back was arching and you writhed in pleasure beneath him, your first orgasm washing over you. "Good girl." He praised, leaning down to crash his lips against yours, claiming your mouth with no effort before teasing you. "If I let you up, will you behave?"

"Since-- since when have I ever behaved?" You panted, still recovering from your high and he released his hold on you. Qui-Gon pulled out and grabbed you by the arm, throwing you onto the bed on your stomach and all you could do was moan like the whore you were. He positioned you so that your chest was pressed to the mattress and your feet were a little more than shoulder width apart on the floor, giving him unrestricted access to you. The force buzzed through you and when you tried to move, your arms were pinned to the bed and your feet rooted to the floor. Much to his delight, you were just tall enough that the top of the bed hit right at your hips, creating the perfect surface to fuck you against. 

"Still enjoying yourself?"

"Yes, Master... Please, I wanna feel you cum inside me."

"Tell me how hard you--"

"As hard as you can, please, please Qui-Gon I wanna feel you so bad." You interrupted, unable to wait any longer. 

He slammed into you, hitting your cervix and it took everything in you not to scream his name. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he pressed the side of your face to the mattress and fucked you relentlessly, never letting up or missing a single beat in the pace he'd set. Your mouth fell open in silent ecstasy and you gave in, moaning his name desperately with a low whine. 

Qui-Gon thoroughly abused your pussy, watching your ass bounce with every forceful thrust until he couldn't hold back any longer, the hand he'd previously buried in your hair coming down to join his other hand at your hips and he held you in place as he coated your inner walls, his cock effectively keeping his cum locked inside you. He let his force hold on you drop and tenderly kissed along your shoulders and down the center of your back. "Thank you for always indulging me, my love, even my more questionable desires." 

"The only question I have is when do you plan on spoiling me like that again."

Qui-Gon laughed, pulling out and helping you move to lay on the bed. He joined you and you nestled against his chest, the two of you laying on your sides to face each other as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Stay the night." You looked up in disbelief and he smiled softly,

"But what if we get caught? You'll get in the most trouble."

He pressed his lips to yours and felt you melt into his kiss. Pulling back, he brushed a stray section of hair back over your shoulder and gazed into your eyes as if they held his entire universe within them. "I want to know what it's like to wake up beside you."

"How could I say no to that... I love you." 

"I love you too, Darling." With one last kiss, you burrowed further into the blankets and turned so he was spooning you, his firm chest to your back and his strong arm draped around your waist holding you as close to him as he could.