Warnings: oral (m receiving), virgin!Cal, virgin!reader, cuddling at the end, praise kink, slight hair pulling/tugging

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You stumbled up the steep ramp behind Cal, hearing Greez pressing buttons frantically on the console, preparing you for take-off from your eventful visit to Dathomir. You needed to pick up a fruit that was expensive on the market, though Merrin wasn't particularly happy with Cal, resulting in a bunch of undead nightsisters on your tai while you raced out of there.

Cal's arm wrapped itself tightly around your waist, basically scooping you up into his arms as he pressed the button to close the ramp behind you, dragging you all the way inside the Mantis while it lifted itself off the rocky ground.

You collapsed into the man's arms as he wrapped the second one around you too, leading you to the couch and plopping down on it with you. All you could focus on was steadying your breathing, Cal's matching how heavy yours was.

"Did you get the fruit, Cal?" Cere asked, coming into the main room from where she was most-likely seated in the cockpit. You two felt the Mantis shift as Greez had the Mantis jump into hyperspace.

Cal cleared his throat, about to apologize about his failure of finding the fruits, but you removed the pack that hung around your back and opened it - 3 precious fruits that had credits written all over them laid there, snug in the pack. "No, he didn't, but I did."

You flashed the ginger a cheeky smile, you two both knowing the embarrassment that was flowing through Cal's veins. He hated seeing you one-up him. He couldn't tell you how badly he wanted to command you get on your knees for that cocky attitude, he couldn't say that to his innocent partner in crime - his virgin best friend that was basically "banished" from the Jedi Order at the same time he was, when it all fell apart. You were innocent, but holy maker did Cal think you would make a fine "pillow" on his bed.

"Well done, Y/n. We won't be getting to any other planets for another rotation or so because it seems all the ones around us have no market place to sell at. So, how about you two kids take a rest, you deserve it."

You smiled at Cere, breathing in her kindness and standing up, dropping the bag onto your "dining room" table and heading off to your "quarters". You had taken the small room in the back, Cal having one of the actual private quarters that were provided on the Mantis.

Cal wished you never went to that back room every time you were given permission to take a break or to rest your head. He wished that he would watch you walk off and open the door to his room, stepping inside, grabbing one of his many sweaters - though he himself preferred wearing ponchos - and laying down in his bed, waiting for his to walk himself into that room, plopping down next to you and holding you closer than anyone could possibly be held.

His head ran wild with thoughts of you, the beautiful angel that has blessed his journeys and made life so much easier to live through. He was in love with you - and he had no idea that you loved him just as much. He had never asked.

Cal stood up next, nodding at Cere before making a beeline for the restroom, desperately wanting to shower.

You listened to the refresher door as it shut, soon after that noise, hearing the sound of the water running. You didn't feel as grimey as Cal probably felt, though to had watched him stumble and/or fall multiple times while fighting off the hags that roamed Dathomir at the moment. You essentially had all the easy work - picking a few fruits and in a moment of haste, fleeing.

You lied down on your bed, now having changed into sleeping shorts and a sweater you had stolen from Cal months before, though whenever he saw you wearing it, he only stared instead of speaking up. You always just assumed he thought you were annoying for taking it or he had forgotten it was ever his, you just didn't know how hard he was under his pants in those moments.

As you waited for Cal to finish his shower, you lied your head down on a pillow, much softer than you had remembered. Your eyes shut in exhaustion, letting out a long, dragged out sigh. You felt comfortable, like you were sleeping on a cloud - though your cot was horrible compared to a real bed. And before you knew it, the thought about a real bed put you to sleep.

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You woke up to your room dimly lit, the light of a small lantern that you kept on Cal's workbench shinning. Cere must've turned off your main light - she always does when she's going to bed and you're already sleeping. You figure it must be late, but you're hungry and aren't as tired as you were before.

Leaving your room, you stop in front of Cal's door, thoughts about walking in and asking him is he wanted to watch a holofilm or not, though you figure he's also already asleep from all the running around you two did today.

Well, you think that he's asleep - till you hear something. Like he was talking to someone. He surprisingly doesn't talk to himself much when he's aboard the Mantis, having you always up for a chat, tired or wide awake you'd always care enough to listen to his rants or banter.

You lean your head to the metal door, ear pressed flush to it as you tried to make out any other sound that came out of the Jedi Knight bedroom. And he does certainly make another sound, and it makes your stomach drop to the floor. You hear him groan out your name, followed by a moan of pleasure.

You knew you should've went back to bed, ditched any meal you planned to eat and forgot you heard anything. But, you had a feeling your name wasn't slipped by accident and that feeling he must've had was shared mutually. You felt like something was pulling you into his room, begging you to be with him.

You took a deep breath, gaining confidence. Just walk in. Just fucking walk in.

You entered the code for his room on the keypad beside the door and walked in, closing the metal door immediately. You could smell him all around you, arousing to you more than you would expect a smell to arouse you.

In the dim light of his room, Cal gasped, eyes wide in shock. He felt almost mortified by you catching him in the act. In his hand, his cock was hot and leaking at the thought, and now the sight of you. "Wh-What are you doing in here?" he sputtered, green eyes locked onto you while he hurried to let go of his shaft, pulling a blanket over his waist.

"I.. I heard you from outside and I wanted to help," you confessed, innocence filling your eyes. The look on your face made him groan. "Can I?"

Cal nodded, still watching you as you got down to your knees on the bed, crawling over to him. You gently pulled the blanket off of him, his length resting against his tummy. You couldn't help but reach a hand out to touch it. It twitched against your palm as you wrapped your hand around it with a touch as light as a feather.

"Oh kriff, your hands are so soft," he moaned, bucking his hips into your fist.

You giggled sweetly, sending a chill of adoration through Cal's heart. He throbbed for you in two ways. "Have you ever.. done something like this?"

"No, have you?" he asked.

You shook your head, pumping Cal's member. It was long and thick and everything you had expected from him. All you wanted was to pleasure Cal, and the sight of his head being thrown back made you squirm a bit. It was so very hot watching him, blushing and moaning out for more. You had thought about this countless of times, remembering how you would play with your clit while you daydreamed of Cal cumming in your hands. You wanted him to cum for you.

So you simply gave him more.

Cal swore he almost came when your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. "Holy fuuuck," he moaned, one hand reaching down to fist your hair and the other gripping the bed sheets beside his heaving chest. "You're so good at this, Y/n."

Your lips curled at his reaction. He looked so handsome when he was being pleasured. You bobbed your head up and down his length once more, only taking an inch or two before you were back to sucking on the tip.

"I- Do that again and I think I may cum right then and there.." he groaned, cock twitching against my hand again. Jerking him off in your hand, you sunk your mouth back down him again.

Cal certainly kept his promise, his load shooting into you mouth and painting the back of it, some dripping down your throat. He groaned out your name. He felt refreshed as ever, like that load made all the stress wash away, all those years of carrying weight and secrets on his shoulders all shot down your throat.

"That was.. incredible," Cal whispered out into the now quiet air.

You let out a giggle, making Cal melt underneath you. He adored you and your mischievous laughter, he loved everything you had to offer. He reached his hand out, pinching your chin and caressing the bottom of your face. "Maker, I hope this isn't a one-time thing," he whispered to you.

You climbed onto his lap, tucking his soft length away into his boxers and making yourself comfortable. You cupped his face with both hands and smashed your lips onto his, kissing him passionately. He let himself float into the kiss, lips now moving with yours as you two kissed passionately. His lips tasted good against yours, and you whined when he pulled away from the kiss.

"I'm taking this as in you agree with what I said?"

You smirked cutely, pecking him on the lips again before nodding your head. The excited ginger wrapped his arms around you waist, pulling you down onto his bed and against his chest. This is where he wanted you to sleep, in his arms, in his bed, covered in his scent.

And that's where you wanted to reside each and every night as well.

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