𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

• immoral p5 •

this series includes dark, mature themes. this part contains consensual smut as well as allusions to semi-unwanted sex, but no details

  
   
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You lay on your back, breathing heavily. Sweat has gathered on your bare chest, though most of it is his. He lets out a few more groans from next to you, before sighing contently.

"That's the hardest I've ever fucking jizzed," Kenobi mumbles, before letting out one final moan.

Well, at least one of you had a good time.

It seems that Anakin Skywalker has fully infiltrated your mind. Even during sex with the Don, he's on your mind. At the start, you planned to keep your eyes closed and imagine it was Anakin slamming into you. But if you were to accidentally utter his name, Kenobi would have ripped out your vocal cords.

Hoping to be able to fall asleep with the memory of Anakin's arms around you instead of the man who's lying next to you, you close your eyes and say nothing in response.

Before long, though, Kenobi's lightly slapping your cheek a few times until your eyes shoot open.

"What- what's going on?" You ask, a shot of fear and adrenaline coursing through your blood.

"I need to ask you something," Kenobi begins, making you feel uneasy while he lights a cigar.

Your heartbeat relaxes, but you're still nervous. "What is it?"

He sits up against the headboard and holds his arm out to you, silently beckoning you into his side. You comply reflexively, knowing how he'll react if you don't. Once your head is resting on his chest, he rubs his hand on your shoulder, though the action does little to comfort you. "Some of the guys think they saw you speaking to a Sith at Remmin Bar last week."

You're a good liar. After being lied to by hundreds of patients, you've learnt a thing or two about relaxing your body, keeping your tone unwavering, and making an embellished fib sound like the absolute truth. "Yeah, he came and sat with me for a bit." There's no use lying about that part, as his men would've told him in extensive detail exactly what they saw. The only part you could lie about was what had been said. "His name's Maul, I think. He came over to flirt with me."

Kenobi's grip around you tightens, but you're quick to reassure him.

"The second I mention I work for you, guy ups and leaves," You say nonchalantly, before grabbing his cigar and taking a drag. "There were Jedi all over the place; I wouldn't have let him stay so long if I was alone. You know that. It was fun, watching him get all flustered."

Kenobi hums before taking his cigar back. You can't see his face from this position, but you imagine it's stoic and calculating, like always. "And what of Anakin?"

Your stomach feels like it's filled with lead. You're glad you already blew out the smoke, else you'd have choked on it. Taking a deep breath, you act unaware. "What of him?"

You hear him take a puff and brace yourself. Any second now, your utterly naked body could be covered in burn marks from the tip of his cigar while Kenobi reveals he knows exactly what Anakin did to you in the very bedroom you're in right now.

"The therapy. How's it going?" He asks, smoke blowing over your hair.

The relief is almost orgasmic. "Oh. It's going well." You rest your hand on his pec, trying not to cringe when you feel his sweat seeping into your hair. Two months ago, you wouldn't have minded. But now, the only sweat you want on your body is Anakin's. And your own. But mostly Anakin's. "I think Mr. Skywalker still has some pent up anger for what Vienna did, and with nowhere to channel it, he was keeping it all in."