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fhrlclln · 8 months ago

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y'know what, qimir deserves to be a babygirl sometimes. what about a fic where he's on the early stages of training softie!y/n so they're still not well versed in using the force, but once vernestra tried to attack qimir, he was surprised that y/n could wreak havoc like that 😁

p.s. i LOVE u fics sm <333

you give me strength | qimir

SUMMARY -> in a weak moment, he thought his life would end right there in the hands of his former master's final blow, but he thought otherwise when you showed up.

qimir x acolyte!fem! reader

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GENRE -> angst & fluff

WARNINGS -> sweet moments before disaster, slight tension, qimir's a softie, violence, mentions of blood, fight scene

WC -> 2.14k

a/n: I'M BACKKKKKKK. midterms are finally over! but some requirements are still pending to be passed but overall, my schedule has finally gotten a bit looser. hope u liked this anonz, sorry for the wait!

likes, comments and reposts are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

"good. lift your elbows up a little more."

you obey, clutching your lightsaber tight as you fix your stance. hoping you did it right this time. there's a tug of a smile gracing his lips as qimir observes you from where you stand. determined as ever to learn.

"relax your grip. not too tight on the hilt, you may never know when to switch hands in a fight." he fishes out his own saber, showing you the relaxed grip he has. you listen, doing the same. he admires these times, now that his need to hide his identity from you wasn't of need anymore, training you became more... comforting.

"yes, master." you nod, and he lightens at your strong will.

"good. now, don't think of your weapon as a weapon. treat it as an extension of you. we'll practice now." he softly says, the waves crashing in the background making this lesson more relaxing. "you have already mastered the forms i have taught you. next step, we will be sparring. and i will be your opponent."

"oh..." there's a flash of uncertainty on your face. you didn't expect your first spar to be with him.

"are you worried for me?" he jokes, and you roll your eyes.

"i think i'm more worried for myself, master." you say back with a sarcastic tone. he chuckles as he lights his saber, the crimson glow catching your eyes. you always admired how he fights, and now that you'll experience it first-hand, you are a bit worried.

"you don't need to." he grins, readying his stance as he lifts his arm up, the crimson light illuminating his face as he looks at you with a shine in his eyes. "i'll be gentle."

your heart skips a beat at his tone. you merely nod, still uncertain if you should go full-on with an attack you had in mind. you don't want to hurt him.

"you take the offensive. i will defend myself." he motions you to start. you steadied yourself, feeling your saber in your hand, the force flowing through you. qimir stands still, waiting for your move. and you start, swiftly doing a normal slash and it clashes with his saber. the familiar sound of two beaming lights hitting. he watches you, even though he's now fastly defending himself, how quick you are to change forms. just like him, his attacks were rough and hard, with no mercy to place upon a real enemy. he's proud, even though he knows you still are holding back from him to unleash your potential.

"defend yourself now!" he shouts between clashes of your sabers. both crimson lights illuminating your faces. he takes the initiative to procure his own offense, teaching you to quickly defend yourself. and just like that, you two are moving in a tandem. you dodge his attack to your neck, and he dodges your uppercut. he admires your passive face, loving the way you are exceeding his expectations as his acolyte.

the situation escalates quickly. he sees that you are determined to strike him down, and this fuels him to unleash half of his real strength in a fight. but you retaliate, watching his every move, but not focusing entirely too much. he's surprised now as you dodge his slash quickly, and you pop up from behind him. he turns around, and then he sees it, you holding up your saber, putting all your strength in it. his eyes widened for a moment, a flash of a memory peering into his mind. one he had forgotten but resurfaced out of all times.

"master-" you faltered, and he quickly fixed himself as he took in your distracted face. his saber was about to slice your chest, but you quickly deflected his attack, stumbling back. he's at a distance from you now. your chest heaves, and so does his. he shakes his head as he turns off his saber, tucking it to his belt.

"do not falter even for a moment." he firmly said. "in a real fight, there is no time to think. do not always rely on your saber, use your connection with the force. i almost plunge my saber into your chest."

"but... i-i almost-" you stuttered, turning off your saber. you almost injured him.

"i would have defended myself with your attack." he sighs. "you need to stop holding back. you were excellent, but i need to see more of what you are hiding in there." he points to you. you only nod silently. he then softens his face, seeing you disappointed with yourself again. he walks towards you, and you nervously look up at him.

"don't doubt yourself. you were great." he takes your hand holding your saber to his.

"i don't think i can kill someone." you confessed, the comfort of his warmth making you vulnerable. "is that bad?"

"no." he shakes his head, putting his other hand on top of yours. "mercy is a kindness. but it is not a necessity. remember, the enemy will think of killing you, as you are as well."

"i understand." you nod, looking away from him, still ashamed. qimir still observes you, wondering how you still have more humanity left in you than him. and how soft he has become than before to you.

"have you been practicing with the rocks?" he asks. another thing he had to verse you in is your connection with the force. you had trouble using your emotions to put more power in yourself. you were still hesitant to put your rage in, and he knows you choose not to use it.

"yes." you say, he then touches the side of your face, ushering you to look at him. "i'm not...- it still didn't work."

"that's alright." he sighs, admiring your pretty face. "we'll work on it."

・゜゜・．

"but master-"

"you will listen to me." qimir shuts you up as your face contorts into a series of emotions ranging from confusion to nervousness. his robotic voice sends shivers down your spine as he opens the starship's door. you gulped, how things escalated so quickly. days after your sparring session, qimir had planned a quick trip and a lesson for you on some planet in the outer rim. things were going smoothly, yet the moment he felt his former master's presence lurking, everything fell into shambles. and now here you are, begging him that you should come with him as he will confront his own painful past.

"you take a step outside this ship. i will knock you out." he threatens, his own emotions going into disarray. despite the fear coursing through him at the thought of vernestra, he knew he had to do this. he had to face his last obstacle towards true freedom. you stand there, silent, your eyes watering at the thought that he might not even come back. you stuttered, wanting to tell him something, but he swiftly exited, holding his saber tight in his fist. he wanted to look back at you, knowing it might be his last, but he willed himself not to as he ignored your pleading stare.

the starship's door slowly closes, and the last thing you see is his figure getting smaller and smaller from where you stand.

he walks, each step he takes is a step closer towards his imminent death- or his absolution. he closes his eyes momentarily behind his mask, imagining your face. a surge of determination floods through him.

he will not die.

but…

“surrender now!” his former master’s voice roared through the dense forest. he shuddered, clutching his wounded side as he shakily held himself up. vernestra glares at him, her purple sabe-whip taunting him. he shakily lets out a breath, his own resolve crumbling as blood seeps into his black robes.

he can’t do it.

he can’t.

it repeats in his mind, this very scenario haunting him as he remembers how he got his scar. his hand shakes, and the saber in his other hand is still tightly held. but his own body is telling him to stop. he shakes his head, choosing to use the force to push her back to gain some leverage. he can't give up now. not when you are still on the planet, and if he fails, she'll take you next. he refuses to surrender now, vernestra countered his move, swiftly dodging his last resort, raising her saber up as a look of sadness crossed her face for a moment.

“you leave me no choice.” she says as he is thrown back as she jumps towards him, ready to land her final blow.

his eyes widened for a moment; flashes of your face and the recent memory of you two sparring calm him. he doesn’t want to feel fear before vernestra finishes him. his heart stops for a moment as he watches his former master near him, her purple saber flashing through his eyes just like before. him begging for her to stop, he was so young-

but it doesn’t happen.

he sees his former master get thrown to the side roughly before she can whip her saber. he stumbles back, sitting on the cold ground as he clutches his bleeding side. vernestra makes a strained noise as her back hits the tree behind her hard. his chest heaves as he looks at the offender who managed to catch his former master off-guard.

and there you were.

your hand is still stretched out as you ignite your saber in your other hand. he is stunned for a moment, feeling the raw power of the force emanating within you. your aura crawls through his body and he shivers at that. but what shocks him more is that visceral look of fury plastered on your face. he wants to say something as he tries to reach out to you, but it's cut off as he hears vernestra shout something at you. he can't focus, the shock in his body is slowly fading, and he's close to passing out from the lack of blood. he hastily removes his helmet as a last resort to see you fully. and his eyes are presented with a gruesome scene of you dueling his former master.

you, his timid acolyte, wreaking havoc for him.

before the darkness takes him, the last thing he sees, and he doesn't know if it's a figment of his muddled mind, he sees you appear swiftly from his master's behind- as quick and brutal as you shove your crimson saber down, and he hears his former's master gurgled voice. his eyes blink, his vision getting blurry, he breathes out your name as the darkness sweetly takes him.

・゜゜・．

he groans awake... the soft embrace of a warm blanket is the first sensation he feels. the second is a dull but painful sensation on the lower side of his abdomen. he groans at that, his eyes blinking as his vision adjusts to the dim light in the room. he's back in the starship from what he can blindly make out. his mouth is dry as he mumbles something out as his vision sets. his heart thumps as he finally sees you, sitting by the edge of the bed, looking at him softly. the contrast of how your expression was moments ago as he remembered, a swell of pride engulfs him.

"hey... try not to sit up." you say softly in greeting. "we don't have a bacta patch in the ship... so i bandaged your wound." you explained as you stood up, fetching him some water.

"wait." he weakly stops you, reaching his arm out at you. you obeyed, walking near him.

"yes, master?" you asked gently.

"you did well." he offers a weak smile. "i'm proud of you. even though you disobeyed my orders."

you blink, a little shocked, but you smile as well. "i learned from the best."

he chuckles at that, the irony of how "the best" almost surrendered to his former master in a weak moment. you sense the distress from him as you sit down next to him. he watches you, observing your next move.

"i mean it." you say, qimir stays silent as he shakes his head. "you taught me not to fear... and i finally did learn. and i wasn't going to leave you at the hands of her... you gave me the strength."

the shine in your eyes of genuineness has him melting. he takes a moment to look at you of how close you are as his hand comes up to grasp your hand on your lap. there's a moment of silence wherein you two just stare at each other in comfort. the danger was finally at rest. the thought of his former master was now gone... though, he did grieve what was before. he smiles, rubbing circles on your skin as he softly whispers back.

"and i you."

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fhrlclln · 8 months ago

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hello my to my qimir peeps waiting for their reqs. dW IM NOT DONE WITH QIMIR. 😘 my last exam is tomorrow, so i’ll be resuming on finally writing my drafts at last. it has been one tiring hell week for me and i’m glad my prelims are almost over. will be posting soon!! <3

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fhrlclln · 9 months ago

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you dont know how feral i am for yao so THANK YOU for blessing the yao tags

looking forward for more hehe ☺️

UR WELCOME ANONZZ!! <33

#yao nine perfect strangers x reader #yao nine perfect strangers

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fhrlclln · 9 months ago

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AHHHH OMG BALESTRA IS ON YOUTUBE 😭🙏https://youtu.be/4BzXwYmP-K8?si=LN9vaRKgLRBjrNdi

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fhrlclln · 9 months ago

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literally so stressed rn w/ my requirements that i just want to write my drafts 😭

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fhrlclln · 9 months ago

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hello to the peeps waiting for their reqs!! so sorry it’s been taking forever lmaooo. my prelims/midterm exams are next week so im very busy rn with college. 🙂‍↕️

#qimir #qimir x reader

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fhrlclln · 9 months ago

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Haven't watched Nine Perfect Strangers yet but I read the Yao fic anyway and hooooooly shit that was beautiful(just like the rest of your manny fics)

tHANK UUUUU!!! <33

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fhrlclln · 9 months ago

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my yao fic is here!! for all those who were waiting for it here it is lmaooo 🥵

-> beautiful strangers

#qimir #qimir x reader #yao nine perfect strangers x reader #yao nine perfect strangers

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fhrlclln · 9 months ago

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beautiful strangers | yao

SUMMARY -> in a moment of relaxation by the pool, you think about your wellness assistant. and he happens to be thinking about you too, more than he had denied himself of the thought.

yao x fem! reader

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GENRE -> nsfw/smut

WARNINGS -> leaving his relationship w/ masha & delilah ambiguous here (open to interpretation), mentions of drugs & nonconsensual drugging, sexual tension, inner conflicts, protected p in v, oral sex (both!reaciving) & fingering.

WC -> 6.89k

a/n: once again, i have only watched about 4 episodes. lmaoo. don’t know if yao is ooc in this but focus on the sexual tension cuz i certainly had the time on writing it!! hope you all liked thisss

likes, comments and reposts are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

the sun hits your skin nicely, as the pool water cools it.

you let out a relaxed sigh, loving that you’re the only one in the community pool right now, swimming alone. by swimming, just floating around until the tips of your toes and fingers wrinkle. to say you actually like your stay here in the elusive but beautiful house of tranquillum. as skeptical as you are with their ways of… healing. the resort’s commodities and nature make up for it. a wellness retreat was not part of your plans, but you needed a break from all the recent stress that has been going on in your life. so, when you heard of a remote wellness retreat in california, why not? nothing would go wrong with surrounding yourself with these… spiritual healers?

your feet splash lightly in the water, and you adjust yourself on the pool noodle that’s helping you stay afloat. your rayband sunglasses sit perfectly on the bride of your nose, shielding your eyes from the scorching sun’s rays of light. your thoughts are dead silent; the water and sun are the only things you feel. but now it drifts carelessly to a certain man you cannot stop thinking about since your stay here.

pale honey skin, face defined and chiseled, dark brown eyes that turn into a honey-brown color when it hits the sun, voice soft and gentle, lips rosy and kissable, muscled arms, and long black hair that's always tied in a man-bun.

god, you crave for the man.

your thighs rub against each other at the thought of him. by him, yao- your wellness assistant in this retreat. oh, eyes were immediately drawn to him, you remembered. how soft and light his voice was when he greeted you with a smile. namaste.

he was pretty in the eyes, but you weren't that incredibly deprived to want to do anything with him. you merely treat him as some other pretty commodity the tranquillum offers. one for you to stare at when he isn't looking, or you don't care if he is looking either way. you only had about 8 days left in the retreat. what was the point of throwing yourself to an attractive staff of the place? you just decided that admiring him would be enough and that the thought of him satiates your fantasies the nights you have gone to bed, coming undone thinking of him.

the pattern of footsteps makes your head tilt up as a mischievous grin settles on your face. the man you were just thinking of greets you with a smile in return.

"a quick swim before the banquet?" he starts off lightly, seeming amused at how fast you were to lounge in the pool after returning from doing the activity in the forest. earth-day, as they all coined it.

"mhm." you nod, relaxing your head again on the pool noodle.

"how was earth-day for you?" ah, there he goes with his questions. you amusingly think as you let out a relaxed sigh.

"very nurturing. naturey." you merely answer, shrugging. "then i swam naked in a river with delilah."

he lets out a chuckle. your eyes beneath your sunglasses follow his every move as he walks by the pool's edge, scrunching up his pants to his knees as he sits down now, his feet dangling in the water. he looks a little tense, but he hid it pretty well.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, letting the pool noodles on your head and feet go as you splash against the water. you stand on your tiptoes, water leveled to your chin as you removed your glasses to look at him. he masks his surprise at your question as he shakes his head, still showing you a small smile on his lips. you reel into that.

“nothing.” he answered you. “i hoped the activity made you want to open yourself to us. as you opened yourself to nature.”

“i did.” you quietly said, remembering the conversation you had in the jacuzzi. though, you weren’t the one opening up to anyone, you were there just to hear it.

yao looks at you, uncertain what to say next. usually, there’s a script in his mind from how long he has been working here, and treating guests, like you. except, you weren’t the same as everyone else. he had observed this, so had masha, you were like a tough nut to crack. always masking yourself in this mysterious but comforting persona, deflecting easily whatever words of comfort they say. but that wasn’t the thing that troubles him now.

you look like a siren seducing him in the blue pristine water.

the moment you stepped in the tranquillum, he couldn’t stop thinking about how your eyes stared at him. how your lashes fluttered when you said namaste back to him. how easy and kind you are not to argue with him when he had to kindly take your phone. how carefree and curious you are to explore the resort. but he admires your strong will not to tell what you were suffering. not even masha could spill it out of you.

he craves to know that… he craves to heal it. he craves to hear your vulnerable voice tell him what troubled you, and why you were here. he imagines you’d cry, then he’ll hold you in his arms while he soothes you with his words of comfort and healing. you’ll thank him with puffy eyes and tear-stained lips.

“you’re staring.” you say, swimming towards him. he holds his breath for a moment, you are now a bit closer to him. your face just a mere step away from his legs submerged in the water. indeed, you look like a siren eyeing her prey to a lonely and gullible sailor. the sailor being him.

“apologies.” he merely says again. it troubles him to think of the desire pooling in him as you smiled at him. you were a guest, he was your wellness consultant. what would masha think of him now?

“we’re beautiful strangers, aren’t we?” you suddenly say, as you swam to the pool steps, ready to get out. your body swayed a bit with each step you took. his eyes stared at the dripping water from your hips to your thighs running down to your bare legs. he rakes his gaze further up slowly, appreciating how the ray of orange light from the horizon hitting your skin perfectly. how that subtle slow drip of water from your chin goes down to your neck then to the swell of your bikini-covered chest.

“don’t worry.” you say with a whisper as you got out of the pool, grabbing your towel as you wrapped it around you. he snaps out of his trance, looking away from you for a moment, ashamed. have you noticed his stare again?

you tilt your head inquisitively to the side, putting on a subtle sly grin. “i like to stare at beautiful things too.”

he looks back into your eyes, his heart beating loudly. he feels like you can see through and that frightens him a bit. before he could say something, you leave him there alone. but you don’t leave his mind not once as he runs his hand across his face. the water freezes his calfs as he grits his jaw, trying his hardest not to think about you again. he closes his eyes, opting to meditate now for a bit, hoping it would clear his mind.

he doesn’t want to think about you again.

・゜゜・．

the banquet was something. it started off as fun the first part, all the guests danced around the bonfire. he smiles, dancing with delilah for a bit then choosing to just stay put and watch the other guests have fun. yet… you were not here as he looks around slyly. hoping his other co-workers wouldn’t notice his frequent scan of the entire area. but luckily, it wasn’t just him noticing your absence.

“have you seen her?” delilah asked beside him in whisper, pertaining to you. “masha is about to arrive.”

“no. i haven’t.” he says, usually he would have an answer than he doesn’t know. delilah stares at him confusingly, and he lets out a sigh. “i’ll fetch her in her room.”

“all right.” she thanked him as he headed back to where your private lodgings were. the lights were dim as he walked through the familiar hallway to your room. the curtains are still drawn up, making the moonlight seep in as he hears your voice, humming a relaxed tune.

he takes a short inhale, readying himself as the lights come from your room near his periphery. the first thing he notices when he enters the threshold is you, sitting by the vanity, putting on a rogue lipstick on your soft lips. his heart starts to beat into a familiar rhythm that bugged him. you were focused on applying the satin red lipstick on your lips, meticulously perfecting how it would look. he doesn't say anything in greeting but the moment your eyes meet his through the mirror, he goes quiet. and you smiled in greeting.

"is the banquet starting?" your soft voice echoes through the room. he leans on the wall next to him, crossing his arms.

"yes. dinner is about to start." your eyes focused on where the bulge of his muscles and veins on his arms peek out. he's wearing a white button-down, sleeves rolled to his elbows and his hair tied as usual.

"sorry." you grinned, putting down your lipstick as you quickly did a final retouch before standing up. "party must be missing out on all the fun if you're here to escort me there."

he chuckles at that as his eyes rake over your figure. you're wearing a long dress that hugs your curves, the leopard print you chose to wear for tonight, something bold and daring. you seem to catch his eyes as you walk towards him then motioning to your dress.

"do i look good?" you asked, and he immediately looked up to your grinning face. the crimson stain on your lips entices him. he feels somewhat dizzy all of a sudden. he doesn't know if it's the wine that's affecting him or... just you.

"you look beautiful." he says, his tone a bit lower and intimate. as if you were his lover he's appreciating. even though you were just a stranger to him that he felt oddly too connected with. we're beautiful strangers, aren't we? your words echoed in his head, his chest rises as he blinks, trying to focus ahead of the protocol and such.

"thank you." your smile didn't leave your face as you neared him, ready go to the banquet. "let's go."

your bare arm brushes against his skin for a moment, and your sweet scent fills his nostrils making his whole control snap. the look of your eyes flash through his mind, knowing and seducing him. the way you looked at him in the pool, he knew you were feeling the same as him. before you could even get past him, he immediately grabbed your elbow, making you let out a noise of surprise.

"is there something wrong-" your question dies down from your lips when you stare into his dark eyes. how close your face is to his. you can clearly see something stirring inside those dark brown orbs. yao 's brow furrowed, and suddenly, he felt panic arise in him about how close he was to you.

"oh..." you say and your head cocks to the side. you seem to piece something together as you only say something that triggered him now.

"don't hold back." you softly whispered, as if you knew the fight he had with himself to not let his irrational thoughts come alive. it's as if the roles were reversed, he wasn't the one consoling a guest crumbling with their inner self. you were the one now softly telling him to let go.

"i-" he stutters, trying to apologize, but your lips gently brush against his. his hold on your arm tightens, and you merely grin at him as he surges forward. all careful resistance for you in him is gone.

soft. he thinks, as his lips land on yours. addicting. his hands went down to your waist as you eagerly reciprocated back. choosing to place your hands on his chest, feeling for his loud heartbeat. his eyes are tightly shut, still feeling rigid. how all of this feels wrong. he shouldn't be kissing you. he shouldn't be kissing a guest when his main purpose is to help you get well. where was his mantra? where did it go? all the rules he set for himself are now gone in this moment. how your lips moved heatedly against his are the only thing on his mind.

his body moves on its own accord. desperate to hold you close to him. your warm body pressing against his. his mind cries in pain. telling himself to stop, but he can't. your little noises between kisses has his whole core shaking. how sweet your lips tasted, how perfect his hands roam carefully around your curves. he imagines this moment, that this was a normal day he had back when he wasn't involved with masha. that you were his date that night and he's kissing you until you beg for him to join him in your room. that this was all not happening in the tranquillum. that he's just a normal guy, kissing a beautiful woman. not a man who blindly schemed with a woman who claims to make suffering people find peace in their 10-day wellness journey.

but the fantasy disperses when you pull away from him.

there's a moment of silence when you just look at him. he licks his lips, tasting your lipstick on his tongue. he feels his whole body shudder when he sees your perfectly stained rogue lips are now slightly smudged. he looks back, looking deflated, and he realizes he did something wrong. would masha see this? knowing she has a lot of security cameras hiding in every part of the tranquillum. every guest is monitored. he squeezes your hips, looking away from you with shame enveloping him entirely.

"you should go ahead." you say, always ahead of him before he could say something. he stiffens, dropping his hands from your hips. his hands clenching momentarily before he forces them to dangle by his sides. you merely smiled at him again. not once did a flash of regret like he has appeared on your face. you enjoyed it. "wipe your lips before you go. i'm going to fix my lipstick again."

he winces at that. "that was inappropriate of me. i-i... apologize." he says, pertaining to the kiss. his head hangs low as your hand on his chest pulls back, and he almost wants to place it back there again. above his beating heart.

"don't worry. i'm glad you didn't hold back." you said before moving away from him to go back to your vanity. you leave him there in his own shame. he forces himself to walk out of your room, wiping his hands over his lips harshly. it stained his fingertips, and that made him want to run away. but he chooses to stay in the lobby. his mind is clouded and he wants to bury himself in the soil. and a question in his mind hangs around in the air.

was he glad that he didn't hold back?

eventually, both of you arrive shortly before masha could arrive. yao still had the decency to help you sit next to frances. pulling your chair back like the gentleman he is. but he doesn't make eye contact with you, fearing others might realize what you two did in your room if he looked at you. your face remained the same, face neutral as if no problem had occurred. your lips are perfectly red, without any evidence of the smudge he did on them. he's suddenly self-conscious, wondering if others could see the light red stain on his own lips.

masha arrives, and she greets them all. yao helps her to her seat as he stands beside her while she does her opening words for the banquet. you watch with observing eyes, gaze flickering back to yao. he feels your eyes on him, his own resolve crumbling for a moment as he looks back at you wearily.

before all of you can sit down, masha looks at you with amusement dazzling in her eyes. you look back at her as she turns to yao momentarily. he's silent from what you can see from your distance. she looks at you again, something in her piercing blue eyes telling you that she knows something. it doesn't bother you as you merely smile back, a little wider than usual. his jaw clenches when he notices the eye contact between you and masha.

it seems his appetite for roasted goat is subtly gone now, and shame and desire are filling his stomach.

the night doesn't end for everyone. after the fun in the banquet died down when masha was asked if she was medicating all of the guests, and she reluctantly told the truth. microdosing apparently. when those words left her mouth and her justification that this has been a protocol they have been formulating for the past years, and you didn't want to hear any more of it. you stood up, leaving them to argue with themselves. yao had watched you leave, saying you were going to turn in for the night. no one had argued back, their attention solely on masha, who they were furious with for the moment. there, he sees a flicker of something other than a smile or amusement across your face. he almost wants to follow you, a nervousness in him thinking that your view of him has changed. not that it should matter to him, he was just a part of helping all of the guests- including you, get well.

but he remained glued to his spot. listening to masha talking to troy and the others, defending herself. eventually, all guests started to leave the table, upset at the fact they were illegally drugging them without their consent. a hand lightly touches his. he looks at masha as she smiles.

"give her some time." she says, her accent thick and comforting. "and try again." he ponders at that, knowing she was pertaining to you. but nonetheless, he obeys masha.

"i will." he gulps.

・゜゜・．

he doesn't know how many hours have passed as he stares at the ceiling of his room. the wind gently breezes in from his opened window. the wind chimes by the door gently making a sound along the breeze of the cold night. his mind is in disarray, flickering back and forth to the thoughts of you. to your lips, your body against his, your smudged lipstick that stained your chin because of him, and your face at that moment in the banquet.

you were upset.

he knows it. how your eyes subtly lost that amusement and curiosity and turned into a profound show of betrayal. what caused that reaction? he wonders. it was obvious that if he were a guest and he was presented with the information of being non-consensually drugged- or medicated... he would be upset. but that wasn't the problem; he knew you'd be much more amused based on how you have been acting since you arrived here. as masha had said to him, you were something. you had no background information whatsoever on past traumas... you just came here... for fun?

his brows furrowed as he sat up, his hair tousled and messy. he runs his fingers through his locks, something in him beckoning him to go to you. he needs to know what you were truly here for. and, most importantly... why did you let him kiss you? was it for fun as well? he wonders as he picks his shirt up on the chair and stands up. he hastily puts it on, grabbing his flashlight, no hesitation now to go to you. he doesn't care if masha or delilah or the others would question him tomorrow. he just needs to know...

what hurts you?

it was a grueling walk to get to your lodgings. each step he took had him wondering if this impulse he was acting out on was right. certainly, he knew kissing you wasn't right. he was your wellness consultant, you were a guest. what happened between you two was a mistake. he's sure of that... or is he?

his view of your place comes into view, the lights are out but your backdoor was opened, and he suddenly stops in his steps. he shouldn't. his mind roars, and he almost turns back until...

"yao?" your soft voice comes from somewhere. he stiffens, head immediately looking to where you are. he sees you slowly emerge from the darkness in front of him. his flashlight illuminates your figure, he sees that you're wearing a cotton robe that's opened to reveal your silk black nightgown. he gulps, guessing you wanted a late-night walk.

"can't sleep?" he asks, and you nod, crossing your arms due to the cold breeze.

"what are you doing here?" you eye him curiously.

"just..." he tries to lie, but he can't anymore. "i think we should talk inside your room." he immediately says, going closer to you to grab your wrist. you don't say anything but let him drag you back inside your private lodgings through the backdoor that's opened. once you two are inside, he closes it shut, drawing the curtains to really get some privacy. he turns to you, readying himself but you surprise him again.

"i like your hair like this." you softly said, fingers touching the stray strands of his long hair that are not bound by a hair tie on the side of his face. his chest rises at the sensation of your hand brushing gently against his cheek. he grips your hand softly in return, not swatting it away.

"the kiss..."

"...was a mistake?" you grinned. "didn't feel like a mistake, though."

he stutters yet again, slowly lowering your hand down but not letting go. and then, his eyes suddenly catch the smoothie he made for you earlier before the banquet. not an ounce was drunk, and was just sitting perfectly on your bedside table, right where he had placed it.

"you didn't drink it." he says and your grin slowly disappears at that.

"i don't like the drugs in it." you say, and he realizes that you must have known much earlier than all of the guests about the microdosing.

"you don't have to worry. it's completely legal, and we tailor it to your health records. so the dosage we give you is perfectly fine-"

"i still don't want it in me." your words are sharp. and there, he can see that flicker of sadness in your eyes.

"...would you like to tell me why?" he gently asks, going in slow to ease you out. you shake your head.

"it doesn't matter."

"it matters to me." he says, his thumb caressing your skin. you look away now, shrugging. he waits patiently. "your wellness is my concern."

“so drugging me is part of that?” your brows furrow.

“medicating you- it’s different. it’s part of the protocol masha has implemented to all guests here.” he explained. but there is a moment of doubt for that. he believes that masha planned this for a greater cause.

“how is that normal?” your voice grows thick, you’re about to say something else but you hold back. yao frowns at that. “just… forget about it. i don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

“talking helps.” he whispered. “what troubles you with this?”

there’s a moment of hesitation seen on your face. you inhale sharply, ignoring his soft look he has on. a look that brings comfort, an easy facade he takes to get a guest to let it all out.

“…why did you hold back before kissing me?” you suddenly asked. his facade breaks momentarily. he almost got it out of you. but you knew well to play this game.

“that’s…- we’re talking about you.”

“well it is you kissing me.”

he sighs, wanting to end this right now. but no, he came here for one thing. and that one thing is you.

“i… i don’t know.” he stutters.

“you know.” you push on. his mind is in a loop again. for a moment, you watch him fight his inner self again.

“you’re something.” he finally confessed. “something that i can’t understand. something so new to me. you came here so different from all the other guests. not struggling, not crying on the first day… and that made me feel too intrigued with you. you don’t weep, don’t say nothing what troubles you.” he takes a breath before finally saying it, looking deep into your eyes.

“you have been in my mind all day and night since you came here.”

“is that a bad thing?” your lashes fluttered, your voice is making him in a trance as you take a step closer to him.

“it is.” he gulps. “you’re a guest. that ruins the protocol-“

“but you still chose to kiss me.”

“it was out of impulse.“

“but you let go.” you argued and he nods at that.

“i did.” he nods again. he feels like a fool now, oh how the tables have turned. you had the upper hand again.

“kiss me again.” you lift your chin up, how close your face is to his in this moment. he shuddered, his other hand goes to your hip unconsciously. he shakes his head and you smiled, lips so close to his. your hot breath fanning against his chin.

“and to be fair…” you whispered, looking down at his trembling lips. “you have been on my mind since day one as well, yao.”

and there his whole world crumbled. he kisses you, forgetting everything he had meticulously planned. it wasn’t soft as before. he kisses you like he’s a man desperate for everything. you kissed him back eagerly. your mouth slightly opens and he pushes his tongue in, holding you close as you grabbed the fabric of his loose shirt. gripping it tight as you start to walk backwards to your bed, leading him there. his brows furrow, knowing where this would all lead.

fuck it.

fuck it all. fuck the protocol. and all the justification he has in his head that this would lead to utter chaos. fuck what masha thinks about this. he hastily breaks the kiss for a moment, clutching his shirt as he messily takes it off him. your eyes gaze down to see his perfectly toned chest and abdomen. you can’t help but let your hand caress his skin. he looks at you with a tender expression, seeing how you wanted him so bad as well.

“i want you.” you whispered. “don’t think of anything. just think of us.” you tell him softly and he nods. he can do that.

he then watches you take a step back. shrugging your robe off, letting it fall to the floor. his eyes rake over your figure, your nipples peaking through the thin fabric of satin. he waits, seeing your fingers fiddle with the lace straps as you let it fall off your shoulders. and the rest came falling down to the floor. you smirk, beckoning him to come closer.

you stand there, naked as ever. his cock stirs in his cotton pants, you had no underwear beneath that nightgown, and that made him surge forward to kiss you again. his large hands went to your bare hips, motioning you to jump up. and you did, wrapping your legs around his waist as he grips your plump ass. fuck, you felt to soft in his arms. how your bare chest pressed warmly against his. his heart beats loudly as he walks towards your large bed, plopping you down gently while he immediately hovers above you.

“so pretty.” he whispered, kissing the tip of your nose down to your lips, chin, then to the appetizing bare neck. you let out a soft sigh of pleasure, your hand caressing his broad back as he littered kisses and bites on your neck.

“you’re pretty.” you grinned, your other hand going downwards to his pants. he lets you pull it down with his help, tossing it to the floor as well. his cock springs out and he sighs heavenly when your hand brushes his tip for a moment.

“we’re beautiful strangers, right?” he mirrors your words. you laugh at that, how fitting it is that you two are still complete strangers to one another in this very moment.

“we are.” you smiled and everything feels like a fever dream.

he explores your body with tenderness. kissing his way down of your bare body. treating you like a goddess that has graced him with this blessing of letting him have you. his lips trace against the peak of your breasts, kissing them softly while he descends down to kiss the soft flesh of your abdomen. he praises you all the way, loving the way you let little moans out of his name. his big hands grip your thighs, ushering you to open up. wanting to see the prize between your legs.

you obeyed him, spreading your legs wide open as he is blessed with the sight of you glistening before him. his mouth waters, kissing your inner thigh. he eagerly moves down to kiss the center of your cunt. you shudder at his ministrations, and he smiles at that, kissing your wet entrance again. the taste of you having him go wild. how sweet and delectable you are. he’s like eve in the moment, the forbidden apple the devil presented her seduces her to taste it… to eat it.

and he did. he sins, lapping your glistening cunt before him. sucking your clit while he alternates to lapping his tongue on your vulva. you moaned, gripping his long locks. bucking your hips up at the wave of pleasure he’s doing. you’re so wet for him, he almost wants to pull away and shove himself in you, knowing he’ll slide in so easily. he licks, he sucks, he hungers, but it doesn’t satiate him. he wants more- oh, how greedy he is.

his free hand joins in. one finger prodded in your clenching entrance. he works his magic, making you whine out his name. you’re so tight against his finger. his cock stirs, his other hand going down to touch himself while he eats you out and fingering you at the same time. sweat glistens both of your bodies. your back arches when the tip of his fingers hits a spot in you while he sucks your clit. you seem to can’t take it anymore as you wiggled your hips wildly.

he stops, sensing your distress. he detaches his face from your cunt, all his willpower to sit up on his knees as he licked his lower lip. you blink lazily, seeing his chin shine with your wetness. his fingers are still rubbing your stimulated pussy. his chest rises as you move to sit up. your eyes are focused, focused on his cock in his other hand.

“come here.” you command him and he obeys. you then swat his hand away from his prick, your soft hand replacing his and he groans at that. you pump him slowly, you wet your lips as you tentatively lick his tip. his head tilted back, bucking his hips up at the sensation of your tongue.

“fuck… you’re-“ his words are cut off when you take him in your mouth. your tongue swirls around his tip and he grips the back of your head as you then start to take him all in your mouth. he was so big, he wonders if you’ll swallow him whole. you moan, it vibrates through him as he thrusted his hips up, making you gag. but you don’t falter, you just take a deep breath as you suck him off now.

“baby… god, that feels so good.” he says, trying to stay still as you did your magic. “you’re so good.”

you bob your head back and forth, sucking him off. your tongue swirling around as you hollow your cheeks. your other hand gripped the remaining length that’s remaining while your other grips his sack. his eyes are watering, he bites his lip hard as he pushes your head forward. you gag, and he moans out your name. he’s almost there but he doesn’t want to end this yet.

he gently moves back, you whine when his cock slips out of your mouth. he gently ushered you to lay back down. you obeyed him, laying on your back. he slots himself between your legs, gripping his wet cock but he goes rigid. you sense his distress as you grinned, motioning to your bedside drawer.

“i have some condoms in there.” you reassured him. he nods, relieved as he hastily goes to get it. he’s amused you brought condoms, and he wonders why.

“always ready, huh?” he teased and you roll your eyes at him.

“you never know.” you say with a low sultry tone. he chuckles, ripping the coil cover off as he fishes the condom out. he rolls it on his cock as he comes back to you. he pumps himself, his whole shame was gone now as he rubs his tip against your vulva.

“yao…” you moaned. he positions himself, propping himself on his elbow beside your head. his other hand guides him to enter you slowly. your back arched as you feel him fill you up. he kisses you again, this time as soft as the first time you two kissed. he shuddered at the sensation of your walls welcoming him warmly.

he closes his eyes at the sensation as he bottoms himself in you. he lets out a noise of pleasure as your hands gripped his biceps. and there, everything feels perfect. he starts a rhythm, a slow one, grinding himself as you clench around him. he opens his eyes now, wanting to see your face. your brows are furrowed, not the ones of sadness, but of the pleasure he’s giving you. his heart is beating loudly as he thrusts in and out of you.

your bodies move against each other. kisses are shared and words of praises are thrown back. the sensation of sweat and warmth of both your bodies makes it all the more satisfying. both of you are focused to each other. he’s forgetting for a moment that he’s in the tranquillum. that he’s just making sweet love to you in his apartment back in l.a. that you are just his lovely girlfriend, and he’s not your wellness consultant at the moment. just a normal night.

but that fantasy will soon end as he pounds into you. his release is almost there and doesn’t want to cum yet. your moans are getting louder, your legs are wrapped around his waist as he sucks your nipple. he thrusts in you more roughly, fucking you into completion. his hair dangling, brushing against your warm cheeks. he lets out a strained moan, feeling you clench around him tight as you cum wildly. fuck, he can feel your juices coat his cock as he pounds into you. how warm you are as he feels himself nearing his high.

he doesn’t want this moment to end.

god, he hoped this was a dream. a dream that will have him forgetting about it tomorrow. but he knows better as his last thrust has him moaning your name out. his orgasm hits him hard, filling in the condom as his chest heaves. everything dies down as he let himself savor the moment of him inside you. your breaths are heavy, and he forces himself to pull himself out as you whined at that. he gently hushes you, kissing your lips and cheeks. he weakly lays beside you now on your bed. the cool cotton sheets helping him relax.

you then proceeded to snuggle against him. he welcomes you in his arms, your head laying on his chest as you rest your leg around his lower abdomen. his hand caresses your bare back as you two just lay in silence. he just looks up to the ceiling, not knowing what to feel. you seem to sense his stirring distress as your hand caressed his sweaty chest.

what will masha think of him now? that question repeats in his head.

“she knows.” you suddenly say. he stiffens at that as his hand on your back stops its movements. he looks down at you and you look back at him, and for a moment he sees your eyes gaze to the corner. he follows your gaze, seeing the potted big plant in the corner of your room. the glint of something in there making him feel nervous.

“i know.” he nods, sighing to himself as he caresses your back again. your bare body against his the only thing keeping the running thoughts in his mind go away. there’s a slight tension between you two until you break it.

“…my friend was addicted to drugs back then. that’s why i don’t like it.” you suddenly confessed. he blinks at that, his stomach fluttering at your sudden words.

“are you scared of consuming it?” he asks and you nod. you have a look of regret plastered across your face.

“not back then…” you shrugged. “i was young. wanted to try new things and… i got her into it.” he listens, as you tell him about what you had experienced years ago. you don’t cry in his arms just like he imagined when you finally told him what was bothering you about the microdosing. you just talk… without that barrier between you being a guest and him being your wellness consultant. and that makes him feel somewhat more contented than ever. he as well opens up to you. it has been a long time since he talked to someone in a normal way about what happened in his life before he had saved masha from her gunshot wound as an emt back then. the normalcy of just having a casual conversation, it just…

it felt right.

and his own fight with his inner self dies down. you’re now sleeping soundly in his arms. he’s still awake but the lull of drowsiness is telling him to rest. he snuggles his face against the back of your neck. his arm wrapped securely around your waist as he looks at the smoothie you didn’t drink this day. he has an inkling feeling all his beliefs he put on for the tranquillum and masha are starting to change.

and in the morning, he doesn’t put anything in your smoothie or meals, forgetting the protocol all together.

・゜゜・．

you watch in silence from a distance, the night’s wind breezes past your face as the blaring red and blue lights of cop cars come into view. you watch as masha is taken in, looking euphoric, as if she’s happy to be taken away by the police, in peace. you merely let out a small smile watching the chaos drizzle down. it was fun to watch all the things that happened in these past 10 days of wellness. before masha could get in the cop car, she looked to where you were standing and offered you a kind smile of goodbye. you smile back, waving, even though you still don’t like her.

it was somehow melancholic in a sense of how this all ended. despite the drugs, the deceiving and the sketchy things masha have done, it did however made all the guests here- actually find peace in the end of suffering. although, for you, it was almost like a funny story you watched in the distance.

you clutch your cotton robe around you, feeling the chillness in the air. your eyes wandered to where a figure was walking towards you, and your smile widens as yao stops a few feet away from you.

“is this a goodbye?” you start, tilting your head to the side a bit as you gauge his reaction. he looks solemn, as if there’s a weight on his shoulders that has finally disappeared.

“if you want to.” he puts his hands inside his pockets, the cold air seeming to affect him as well. his tone is soft but there’s a slight sound of hope in there towards you. your eyes sparkled at his words, he steps closer to you and you stay in your place. your heart beating with anticipation.

“well…” you say as he takes your hand into his, looking deeply in your eyes. “it’s a good thing i don’t want to.” you whisper into the night and he smiles.

“i’m glad.” he softly says as he raises your hand to press a chaste kiss on top of it. you don’t say anything else, liking the comforting silence, you intertwined your hand with his as you both start walking back to the resort, hand in hand.

and this weird trip you went to, did earn you a happy ending as well.

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this got 1k likes im so happy y’all love this so much!! this is actually one of my fave qimir fics i’ve written <3

underneath | qimir

SUMMARY -> ever since you found him and he trained you, he had always concealed his identity to you for his unknown reasons. you were always curious what he looks like underneath the cortosis helm he wears. though, this time the curiosity in you would be sated at last when a particular sparring session turns into an unexpected lesson in trust.

qimir x acolyte!fem! reader

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GENRE -> mild nsfw/smut

WARNINGS -> unprotected p in v, sexual tension, mild violence, master/pupil dynamic & smut is at the end : P

WC -> 2.82k

a/n: surprise! another qimir fic cuz i can’t get him out of my head.

likes, comments and reposts are greatly appreciated !! <3

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"have you ever wondered what he looks like underneath that mask?"

you asked your fellow pupil, mae, one day out of the blue. the particular reason for asking that question had always been because of your undying curiosity for the years you started to train under him.

your masked master.

"i don't." mae would answer, saying that she doesn't care what he would look like underneath the mask. saying that as long as he trains her, his identity doesn't matter to her. you understood her with that, she was his acolyte first and it probably dawned upon you that the years of concealing his identity to her she had thrown away the curiosity of what their master looked like.

but on the other hand, you, you somehow couldn't stop wondering.

you had found him or- he had found you when you were escaping your slave captors after your own sister had betrayed you in selling you to them. you were angry, in rage and unaware of the dormant power that had awoken in you with that rage you had felt. and in your fit of rage, you had managed to slaughter two of the captors chasing you, leaving you feeling guilty for your horrendous actions. you decided to escape and flee the planet. that is until by some chance, you had come across the masked stranger in the middle of the night who had told you about the gift you possessed, telling that you shouldn't be ashamed you used it in your self-defense.

and that's when he had took you under his wing, training you as his pupil.

he had taught you what your gift was, what your power is. he trained you, taught you and for the most part, despite him putting this distance between you and mae, he had helped you. and maybe that’s why you’re so curious to know who he is really, you wanted to see the master who had graciously accepted you despite you knowing your connection with the force was not as strong as mae’s.

he was… well, you could not really put a strong opinion on what kind of a man your master was. for the most part, he was always away and in training sessions, he was closed-off and distant. but when he spars with you and mae, that’s when a hint of his personality is peeking through.

rough, aggressive, strict. the way he spared with you had left you with tired sore knees and bruised arms when defending. on the offensive attacks you made he was quick to dodge and maneuver himself with your predictable attacks. he was ruthless in his combat but there was still that fluidity in it. but you knew he still held back with you despite the aggressiveness. you wished he had put more effort in your sparring sessions just like mae’s but you knew he was focusing more on her since she was at the brink of completing her lessons.

“safe travels, mae.” you wish her luck as she nods at you. the master had given her final lesson- to kill a jedi without a weapon. you were proud of your fellow acolyte but it did upset you how much you were falling behind. the waves splash in the background as you watch her walk to her ship. you wave her off as you saw it fly out the cloudy atmosphere then jumped into hyperspace, on the course to euda.

the sea breeze helps you gather your thoughts, and you wonder if the master would train you further today. seeing that mae had to learn this lesson by herself. sensing him, you feel the pull of the force as you turn around to see your master standing a few feet away from you.

the scene makes you remember that night when you found him. for a moment it did frighten you to see him loom over you when you fell to your knees from running. you were injured then and you had momentarily thought he was one of the slave traders that was trying to capture you. it took you a while to get used to him being like this when he appears out of the blue. well, for a random person, it would seem frightening to see a masked stranger dressed in black robes suddenly appear in mid-air. plus the saber tucked in his belt.

“master.” you greet him, anticipation lingering inside you.

“we shall continue your training today, my acolyte.” his modulated voice says. you feel your chest swell with excitement as you nodded. “be prepared.”

“of course, master.” you bowed slightly as he walks off to where the sparring lessons usually are. you smiled to yourself, maybe this time he’d finally put more effort in your training as you walk with a slight spring in your steps.

・゜゜・．

“focus.”

he says as your feet scraped against the rocks at his force push. you huff, your chest heaving, your leather tunic is starting to stick on your glistening sweaty skin, making you feel uncomfortable. you sigh, frustrated how you were not landing a single blow on him. your mind was elsewhere, seeming that you are still focused on wondering what he looks like underneath that mask.

“use that frustration. focus on your emotions.” he commands and you composed yourself, swatting the questions of his unknown face in your head. you ready yourself in a fighting stance, body facing to the side while you wave your arm in front of you. you clenched your fist for a moment as you heed into his words and attack. you use the force to heighten your leap towards him as you land a blow but he dodges again. an uppercut, he doges, a kick you do he dodges again. you feel yourself get even more irritated but in ease that he was finally not holding back when he blocks one of your blows with his arm.

but still, you were still not fighting the way he has to expect you to fight.

“you are too trustful in me, acolyte.” he scolds you, the modulated tone ringing. he backs away from you as you stopped, confused. yes, you indeed trust him, why was it a bad thing?

“i beg your pardon, master?” your breaths are labored and somehow from the close distance, you could hear him sigh underneath the mask.

“you are too trustful.” he says again. “do not trust me that i will not kill you even if i am training you. trust in yourself. we cannot continue this lesson if you do not learn to do that.” a chill runs through your spine at his words. there’s a slight pang of hurt in those words of his that were true. yes, he could kill you. why wouldn’t he if you failed him? you seem to stiffen at his words as he reminds you again, this time he will take the offensive attack.

“trust is a fragile thing. you cannot trust anyone but yourself, my acolyte. even if the person has sworn to trust you, they would eventually betray you. but yourself? you cannot betray yourself.” he explains as you nodded at his words. “when since you had put your whole trust in someone and they betrayed you in the end?”

you look at him, rage starting to boil in you when you remembered your own sister’s betrayal. your chest tightens and your mind is enraged with it. the pain she had put you in, the survival you had to do, the running you had to tire and the people you had to kill just to be free-

“there it is.” he says, proud. feeling your ever glowing rage.

“now, focus.” he suddenly attacks you as you dodged swiftly. both of you move in a tandem, as if it were a dance. the painful realization that even your master, the one who saved you and took you in, would eventually might betray you as well. the rage in you is at its boiling point as you let out a guttural scream when he almost aims for your neck. you push him back with your force then surging to him with heat in your steps as you attacked. he blocks your powerful blow with two of his arms forming an x. you kick him immediately on the stomach and he lurches, caught off guard.

you were too in to your emotions as you attacked and attacked. he tries to doge and block your every hit but he eventually succumbs to your rage when you finally kicked him to the ground. before he could stand, you immediately come on top of him, preventing that. you fist the collar of his robe, clenched hand in the air ready to land a final punch-

“excellent, my acolyte.” he cuts you off as you suddenly blink back into your rational self. you let go of his collar and you let yourself relax but ultimately surprised how close you are to him. you’re on top of him, your legs caging his waist and he seems not to dismiss you to get off. you can see clearly his helmet now, it was full of marks of previous battles. you take your time to admire him beneath you, how his adam’s apple bob and the sheen of sweat covering his bare muscular arms that were bulging with veins.

you blush, realizing you were staring at your master with ill thoughts.

but… the curiosity of what he looks like underneath it makes you wonder. your hand slowly comes up to his helmet and you feel him watch you with every move you make. he observes silently and you hovered your hand above his masked face. but you snap out of it again, realizing you could have offended him. and he could kill you for this. you know he takes great lengths to conceal his identity.

“a-apologies, master, i-“ before you could retract your hand and get off him. his hand suddenly grips your wrist. your eyes widened as he sits up and you adjust, hovering above his lap. he tilts his head to the side inquisitively, as if he was amused to see your curiosity be revealed. you stay quiet, staring at his masked face, waiting for his words. your cheeks are hot and you feel the anticipation grow in you. he places your hand on the side of his mask, the way he brushes your fingers softly makes you feel wobbly now.

“go on.” he merely says. you stutter, not knowing what to say. did he just agreed for you to remove his mask? your thoughts are jumbled but you succumb to your curiosity. you put both of your hands to both sides of his masked face. you slowly remove it inch by inch whilst you stared at the peaking facial features you have longed imagined what he looked like. you remove the helm completely and your heart skips a beat.

your eyes meet with a strangely beautiful dark ones.

his black hair is disheveled, his skin is smooth and his jawline is handsomely well chiseled. your eyes roam his face and it settles to his pink lips. you feel a hum of arousal between your legs when you look into his eyes again. his face is so close to yours that you can feel his hot breath tingle your lips. you put his helmet down to your side as the other brushes the black locks of his concealing his face. his pupils grow dark, your lips are inches to his and you somehow feel in-trance to lock it with yours.

this, this is the face of your master.

he’s beautiful. you think as you let out a noise when his other hand brush against your thigh. the other gently grips your hand that brushed his hair. you wondered why he had hidden his beautiful face from you and mae.

“master…” you plead as he smirks and it makes you blush.

“you did good today.” his low voice with a rasp of approval instead of the modulated one made your stomach churn and your thighs clench. the way his lips are still hovering above yours makes your head dizzy with the anticipation of what he’s doing. his top lip brushes against yours and he leans forward but before you could feel his soft lips lock with yours, you pull back. this is wrong.

“apologies, master.” you place your hands on his chest as you pulled yourself up to your feet. he seems taken aback for a moment with your rejection but composes himself as he eyes you up with a dark glint in his eyes.

“curiosity is normal. don’t be embarrassed.” he chuckles and that rings through your ears. the way he acts now is dissimilar to when he has his mask on and it baffles you how human he now is. you don’t know what to say, fearing that you have failed him in almost every way. you watch him stand up then grabbed his helmet and he looks at you. something in his gaze shines with hunger.

“we’ll continue our lesson another time.” he walks pass you and the brush of his arm against yours makes your heart jump.

“yes, master.” the initial shock of the situation still hasn’t faded when he’s out of your sight. you gulp, sweat dripping down your forehead. was he not upset that you know his face now? would he kill you for it later perhaps? those questions hang in the air. your heart still beats remembering his lips close to yours. you turn back, walking back to the shore, there’s a feeling you can’t seem to place as you let your thoughts linger on your master’s revealed face.

・゜゜・．

you dry your face with a rag then pulled a fresh tunic and bottoms from your pile of fresh clean robes. the dimness of the light inside your room in the cave made it comforting for your wild thoughts. you put on the brown tight bottoms then the grey tunic. but those thoughts soon come alive when you felt a presence near the entrance of your room.

you turn around swiftly, seeing your master standing right by the concave opening of your room. no mask on but just wearing… perfectly normal clothing. he dawned a white tunic and usual black bottoms, his hair is slicked back, damp from his bath you presumed. you stand awkwardly, not knowing what to say or do. you were used to his mysterious persona.

“you did exceptionally well today.” he begins with a praise. “but, i am surprised how focused you are on knowing what i look like.”

“thank you.” you merely say, eyes shying away when he points out your curiosity. “i apologize for that, master.”

“don’t be.” he steps forward and each step he takes has an anticipation behind them. you stay in your place, taking in how comforting he looks. “i’m glad for your curiosity.” he confesses.

“you are?” you are surprised with that.

qimir nods, adoring the way you seemed so surprised. he had his reasons for concealing his identity to you and mae. it was for to create a distance between the master and pupil. he feared attachment might overcome why he took you under his wing. he knows you already saw him as a person who finally cared for you and in truth, he does. you are a gifted woman with the force and over the years despite the distance he placed, you managed to crawl into his cold heart.

“but i fear your curiosity isn’t sated enough.” he points out and the atmosphere in the room changes. you know what he means. when you had almost kissed him but you hesitated, fearing that things might change drastically after that. he was your master after all. he steps closer to you, the distance is just like the one moments ago.

“am i right?” he asks when you stare at his lips. you wondered if mae would be enraged for what you are about to do as your body moved at its own accord.

you surge forward and lock your lips with his.

and that ends up with you sprawled underneath him. your curiosity is sated and he rewards you more with a thrust of his hips with his cock inside you. you clench around him, your hands caressing the width of his broad back. here you are, your naked body pressed against his as you moan in his ear. he groans, suckling the soft flesh of your neck.

“master…” you sigh, legs wrapped around tight on his waist. his hands are holding your thighs in place as he thrusts his cock into your warm heat. he locks eyes with your heavy one and it makes him soar at the feeling of you wrapped around him. he smirks as he kisses you hotly as he grinds his hips down.

your curiosity indeed was successfully sated by him.

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