《Star Wars {ONESHOTS AND SMUTS}》Obi-Wan Kenobi (SMUT) ~Request~
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I sighed as I walked towards my best friends room.
"Padme? Are you feeling alright?" I asked.
"Yes, there are two Jedi being sent to protect me." She blushed slightly when saying it.
"Is one of them a certain sand boy?" I smirked, leaning against the wall.
She jokingly hit my arm.
"No..." She said with a guilty expression.
"Alright yes, Anakin and his Master." She broke with a large lovestruck smile.
"Who is his master?" I asked.
"His name is Obi-Wan Kenobi." She stated.
"Well this is going to be-" I was cut off by an elevator opening and Jar Jar speaking. I looked out into the living room to see who it was.
"Senator. The Jedi have arrived." I said as I held my arm out for her. She took it with a playful smile.
We entered the living room where I saw two Jedi. One had his eyes fixated on Padme. The other one was observing the surroundings.
Padme began talking to who I assumed was Anakin. I smirked to myself and turned to look out the window.
"Hello there." A voice said to me.
I turned to my left and saw the Jedi master.
"Hello. Who might you be?" I questioned.
"Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, you are?"
"Y/n L/n, Senator Padmes bodyguard... I guess..." I joked.
"What do you mean by 'I guess'?" He asked.
"Well, I'm her friend, but I act as her bodyguard." I explained.
"That does make sense." He chuckled.
I smiled at him and moved to stand on the balcony, my arms rested against the fence.
He followed me and stood next to me.
His hand went to mine and gently held it, admiring it like some sort of ancient artifact.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
"If I'm being honest, I do not know. I just felt something in the force telling me to hold your hand." He said.
A small blush graced my cheeks at his words.
Jedi aren't supposed to love, I reminded myself. But, it wasn't stopping the blush.
"N/n! Master Kenobi!" Padme called out for us.
We entered her room.
"We are going to be dining out tonight, so get ready. N/n, come with me." She said.
I chuckled and followed her to her room. She handed me a dress.
Padme put my hair in a style that matched the dress.
I went to attach my blaster holster to my thigh, when Padme stopped me.
"We have two Jedi, a blaster won't be needed." She smiled.
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"But it's my baby, you never abandon your baby!" I said with a fake frown as I put my blaster and holster away
She rolled her eyes playfully and I helped her pick her dress. She decided to go with her sunset dress, it looked beautiful on her so I could not disagree with her wearing it.
"Anakin is going to drool when he sees you in this." I said with a smirk.
She laughed and slapped my arm playfully.
I put on my shoes and waited for Padme to finish getting ready.
Once she finished, I extended my arm out to her, once she held it, we left the room.
She smiled and let go of my arm and went to grab Anakins. I chuckled and turned around to find Obi-Wan staring at me with wide eyes.
"Hello? Hoth to Obi-Wan." I said, waving my hand in front of his face.
Padme noticed this and smirked at me with a wink.
I mouthed the words 'kriff you' at her. She laughed aloud at that.
Obi-Wan held his arm out to me, I took his arm as we walked to the restaurant.
We all sat down and talked, it was rather calm... Too calm... Normally something would have happened by now.
I tried to ignore it and just enjoy the peace for once, but I was unable to.
I turned towards Padme and saw a red blaster shot speeding towards her from outside the window.
"PADME MOVE!" I yelled as I quickly blocked the bullet.
I cried out in pain as I felt it strike through my torso.
They were all surrounding me to make sure I was alright.
"Anakin. Take the senator somewhere safe." Obi-Wan said as he picked me up.
He took me to a empty room.
"Y/n, I need you to stay conscious."
"Yeah yeah I know. This isn't the first time."
He looked at me with a concerned gaze.
"Not your first time?" He questioned.
"Correct. Anyways... it's clearly not safe for Padme here... I think that Anakin and Padme should be sent somewhere safe... someplace far from here... maybe the lake house..." I struggled to speak.
"That is a rather good idea." He said.
Padme better be grateful for this. I thought to myself.
I chuckled and sighed, taking my mind off the pain. Since the dress was a one piece, he had to take it off to access the wound. He slowly took off my dress so he could access the wound.
His hands covered the wound and began force healing.
I hissed in pain from the contact.
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He apologized and slowly took his hand off once it was healed. He wiped the blood off his hands and turned to speak to me.
"There is um- a lot of blood on your dress." He stated, handing me his robe.
"Padme forgot to mention but we will be staying at a high end hotel tonight, since flying this late isn't the safest idea if Anakin is there."
I chuckled and covered myself with the robe.
"Padme, why don't you stay with Anakin since you'll need a Jedi with you?" I suggested with a smirk.
"That sound like a good plan." Anakin said with a smile.
Anakin entered the room and Padme gave me a hug. Whispering a quiet 'Thank you' to me.
I entered the other room that Obi-Wan and I were sharing.
I quickly took the uncomfortable robe off, forgetting that Obi-Wan was there.
His eyes widened.
"You saw the same thing earlier so why are you reacting like that?" I questioned.
"Well earlier I was focused on healing you." He said, clearing his throat and looking away.
That's when I noticed the obvious bulge in his pants.
"Oh- that explains it." I said with a chuckle.
Should I help him with his "Issue" or should I be a little shit and just let him suffer. Both seem like valid options.
But my choice quickly vanished as his lips began feverishly attacking mine. I gasped in surprise, giving him a chance to slip his tongue into my mouth. He laid me on the bed, my back against the sheets.
I was in shock of how his demeanor had changed so quickly. A few seconds ago he was avoiding looking at my body and blushing immensely, and here he was now, kissing me like he would die tomorrow.
My hands made their way into his hair, I didn't pull on it, I just liked feeling it.
Obi-Wan pulled his lips from mine to catch his breath, before quickly kissing me again. He took off my bra and panties with skill.
A moan escaped my lips as his finger began tracing my folds.
It wasn't my first time doing this, but I was still nervous. Plus, Jedi are supposed to do this.
His finger slipped between my folds and into my core. A mix between a gasp and a moan came from my throat. He seemed to enjoy the sound as I saw him grow harder.
"Kriff... Obi-Wan..." I moaned out.
He seemed it like hearing my name come from his mouth.
"What is it? You want me to destroy that little pussy of yours until you can't walk?" He said, a slight growl to his voice.
"Yes!" I moaned out, unable to control my moans as his finger quickened it's pace.
"Full sentences, darling." He said, grabbing my chin.
I gave him a glare.
"That's not gonna happen. You're either going to fuck me now, or you can deal with your hard-on yourself." I said with a commanding tone.
He seemed to grow ever harder at that.
"That's just what I wanted to hear, darling." He said, pulling his finger out and getting undressed.
My eyes widened at his size.
"Is that supposed to fit inside of me?" I questioned.
"How about a safe word?" He suggested.
"Yeah, the safe word will be... Lightsaber." I said, saying the first random word I thought of.
He chuckled and nodded his head, aligning his member with my entrance.
He slowly pushed in until he bottomed out.
A loud moan escaped my lips at the feeling.
It felt like my walls were being ripped apart, but it felt amazing.
Once I adjusted, I weakly bucked my hips.
Obi-Wan started off with gentle thrusts to make sure I was alright, but within a few seconds, his pace was quick and hard.
I loudly moaned his name, which drove him insane.
"Kriff... you look so beautiful beneath me..." he moaned out.
He moved my leg up and hit deeper into me.
His forehead slightly glistened with sweat as his thrusting grew more aggressive. I admired his features as he fucked me. His eyelids were shut tightly, and his lips were slightly parted.
He hit my g-spot and made me cry out in pleasure.
He began to relentlessly attack that spot, making me let out almost scream like moans.
His arm moved my legs to wrap around him, giving him access to the deepest he could go.
I moaned out his name many times.
"Oh dank ferrik." I whimpered out, feeling a familiar coil begin to build.
He seemed to be close as well, his thrusts slightly weakened and seemed more sloppy.
"I-I'm close!' I cried out.
"Go on, darling." He whispered into my ear.
The coil inside of me snapped.
I clenched hard on him, causing him to climax as well.
We rode down our highs and caught our breaths.
He smiled at me and stood up, going to get a slightly wet rag to clean me with.
He cleaned all the juices off me and kissed my forehead. He climbed into the bed with me and stroked my hair. I kissed his cheek and nuzzled my head into his neck.
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