Warnings for: sexual content, non-consensual voyeurism and leering. Crackfic.
Ben is a 30 year old Knight and Rey is a 20 year old Padawan.
It takes only one incident for Luke to question his decision to train Ben in the ways of the Force.
It starts when Luke finds a sticky pair of women's underwear in Ben's bed.
"Gosh darn," he mutters under his breath.
His nephew has too much of his father's horniness in him.
Luke waits until night falls and a cool breeze sweeps across Ahch-To. The rusty wheels of the caretaker's wagons have come to a halt after a hard day of toiling. The Padawans and Knights should be sleeping.
But he has to know if the purity of his program is being threatened. If his integrity is at stake. He won't be outdone by the other Jedi Academy. No kriffing way.
Luke creeps down to Ben's hut.
There is a warm glow coming from the Jedi Knight's dwelling and he hears - squeaking noises? Someone is squeaking?
No...he fluidly crawls over jagged rocks, moving closer. The noise sharpens into high pitched, breathy sobs of pleasure.
"B - Ben!"
Holy bantha doodie. Son of a blaster -
His nephew is nailing one of the Padawans.
Luke swears every not-too-offensive curse known to human and alien kind alike and crawls military style to the hut's window. He hovers underneath it. With the exception of galactic animals he has never seen sex. He's never had sex.
And certainly not with an animal.
No siree, golly gosh no thank you.
Luke knows he and Ben have different ideas about the Jedi Order. Very different ideas. They spend long nights having heated debates about Jedi philosophy and the code. Maybe it isn't that Ben is like Han, maybe he is more like his grandfather Anakin Skywalker.
After all, he and Leia wouldn't be here if Anakin hadn't fallen in love and enjoyed having...
Sigh.
Luke's eyes are wide and anxious as he cranes his neck, turtle like, to peak through the window.
He nearly faints at the scene playing out in front of him. This is so, so much worse than finger farkling.
Ben's wrists are bound together and tied above his head, and his nephew writhes on the mattress; back arching, eyes pinched shut, hips canting upwards.
And Rey. The dirty girl!
Luke can see everything.
She is naked and riding Ben relentlessly, her tits bouncing around and out of control. Perky, pretty tits.
"Fuck Rey, fucking untie me before I break the headboard," Ben grunts.
Rey responds, her voice breathy and feminine.
"Isn't that what headboards are for?"
Heavy panting fills the room and wet squelching noises burn through Luke's ears. Is that sound coming from her...pussy?
Horror of all horrors, Luke feels a tightening in his pants.
No. No. No.
Luke covers his eyes and shakes his head.
He is not going to think about Rey's pussy getting fucked by his nephew's cock.
Rey is a virgin. She took vows, Jedi vows. She respects the Jedi and the rules. She is a rule follower! Like him.
The echo of wood splitting jolts Luke and he peers through his fingers.
"Ben!"
That naughty nephew of his is hoisting Rey over his shoulder and oh - oh blast it all, he needs to look away.
But the view.
Rey's ass is facing the window as Ben bends her over, his large hand splayed on her lower back.
Is that what a human pussy looks like? Pink and glistening, swollen and stretched?
Luke clamps his jaw shut, realizing that his mouth is hanging open and he's salivating.
"Pretty little pussy," Ben murmurs, running a hand down Rey's spine and grabbing a fistful of her hair, "Gonna fuck you until you come on my cock. Gonna fill you up with my come, I want it dripping down your thighs."
Rey whimpers.
Luke chokes back a gasp.
Where in the worlds did his sweet Benny-Boy learn to speak like that?
Luke intends to give Han a good finger-wagging talking-to.
It's mesmerizing, watching them fuck like animals, primal and messy. He watches Ben drape himself over Rey as he ruthlessly pounds into her and she claws at the sheets. Then Ben kisses her eyelids, her cheek, and they exchange a slow, sloppy kiss.
Luke averts his gaze.
Why does that feel too intimate to watch?
He glances back up to see Rey smiling as she moans, the noise obviously driving Ben crazy.
But then -
Barrving nuts!
Rey locks eyes with him and screams. A blood curdling, hair raising scream.
With a wet plop Ben pulls out and comes around to cradle her face.
"Are you okay?"
Her lower lip trembles and Ben follows her gaze to the window. His expression hardens.
"What the fuck, Skywalker?"