Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

Caught*

summary: you've had feelings for your Jedi Master forever, what happens when he catches you in a comprising situation?

warnings: smut! Slight dom/sub, master/padawan, oral (fem receiving) age gap, (reader is a legal beaver, don't worry!)

Word Count: 3k

"I think you're losing your touch, master." You said as the two of you circled each other. like wild animals you stared each other down. There was a challenge in Obi Wan's eyes that you were eager to answer.

"Oh really? Then hit me." He said teasingly in that sweet Coruscant accent of his.

You charged forward and threw a punch which he swiftly deflected with his wrist. Determined nonetheless, you threw another punch. This time, Obi Wan caught your hand in his. You pushed against his grip. You could feel your muscles straining with all the strength it took to attempt to get out of his hold.

"You're going to have to do better than that, my padawan." He said condescendingly

Frustrated at his cheeky demeanor, you Took advantage of your position and used your leg to sweep his legs out from underneath him. You escaped from his grasp as he fell back to the floor. Before you could land a swift quick to his chest, he quickly leapt up again and threw punch after punch at you, all which you blocked.

With every punch, Obi Wan took a step forward, slowly backing you up against the wall of the training room. Even through your thick robes you could feel the cool metal of the wall against your hot, sweaty back.

As he threw his next punch, you attempted to catch his wrist. As much as you hated to admit it, Obi Wan was stronger than you, and he used his strength to pin your hand against the wall. He had you stuck.

"Go ahead young one. Hit me." You mind filled with a thousand different scenarios of how to get out of his grasp. The truth was, that you really didn't.

In a split second of totally irrational thinking, you thrust your head forwards into Obi Wan's,hard enough that a loud 'clunk' could be heard. In the moment of confusion and pain Obi Wan stumbled back, clutching his head where the collision had happened. You took the opportunity to slip out from the wall.

It only took a moment for Obi Wan to regain his demeanor.

"That was...unconventional."

You shrugged. "It worked." You said with a smirk.

He gave you a smug smile in return. "Doesn't count though, darling."

You felt ashamed of the butterflies that erupted from your stomach when he called you 'darling.'

Quickly and swiftly, you swung your leg around, round house kicking Obi Wan in the head, once more knocking him to the floor.

"Ha!" You cheered in victory. But the celebration didn't last long. He used his leg to knock yours from underneath you, sending you to the floor. Sprawled out on your back, he took the moment to pin you to the floor, strataling your hips with his and using his hand to hold both yours above your head.

Panting and sweaty, chest heaving in a desperate effort to catch your breath, you stared up at Obi Wan who didn't even look tired. His face was inches from your, that damned Piece of hair falling in his face.

"I think that's enough training for today." He said, still on top of you, exuding dominance.

"I won right?"

Smirking, he moved off of you. You felt surprisingly empty without his presence so close. He stood up and offered you a hand.

"How about a draw?"