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ramblingwritings · 3 years ago

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KARA WTF THIS IS BRILLIANT IM CRYING SCREAMING AND THROWING UP OUR SWEET LITTLE CINNAMON ROLL

Crystal Clear.

Summary: Obi-Wan has always looked after you and has always shown you that he cares. When the peaceful life you live is threatened, he shows you how deeply his affections lie.

Word Count: 3,670

Dedicated to @immoral-rose ♥

CW/TW: mentions of battle (explosions), injury, & anxiety; crying; a brief sentence about self-injury but it’s not graphic; gn!reader though the term “handmaiden” is used.

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Knowing Obi-Wan Kenobi is no easy task.

Everywhere he goes, danger follows. He’s like a magnet to it. Sometimes, you even think he rather enjoys the danger. Not that he would ever admit to it, but it’s true regarding his history.

As for you, the moment you see danger you run. A true flight instinct, rather than fight. Maybe if you had that kind of passion you would be alongside the Jedi, or an ally in some fashion, but truly you just want to live a peaceful life. If any sort of danger is on the horizon, you’re heading in the opposite direction.

Some might consider that cowardly but that’s not it at all. The main reason why you even know Obi-Wan to begin with is because you offered him assistance when there was an attack on the palace you work in, helping to navigate him through the worker’s corridors.

Being a handmaiden came with a lot of perks. One of which just so happens to be that whenever the lady of the house needs Jedi assistance, Obi-Wan is the Jedi who always comes.

Truly, it’s ridiculous how quickly you grew an attachment to him. The first time you met, he had dropped down from the balcony above the one you were standing on and startled you half to death. He had abashedly apologized, though he was chuckling.

That was it. That was all it took for you to fall head over heels for him. One giddy apology matched with his sunkissed smile. Then you were absolutely doomed.

How typical it is that after years of not finding an interest in anyone, the person you happen to fall for is someone who can’t reciprocate those feelings. Jedi aren’t allowed to have attachments and even if they could, you fear he’d want a fighter on his side instead.

Sure, he is ever the gentleman when you two speak to each other. He holds the door for you, he walks on the outer side of the footpath, and he kisses your knuckles with each hello and goodbye. But that’s simply because he has such a pure heart. There can’t be any other motivator under the surface of it all.

When you don’t have much on your list of things to do around the palace—the lady of the house being a very hospitable countess—then you walk around the gardens, and when Obi-Wan has to await further instruction, he joins you.

The conversation ranges amidst many different things. Sometimes it’s regarding your favorite books or poetry. Other times it’s about all of his exciting adventures, remarking on how great so many cultures are in the galaxy.

Obi-Wan is a gentleman, but he’s also a tease.

You had once told him, “I have often wanted to see those other planets, just as you have.”

And he smiled, outshining the sun, and replied, “I’ll take you with me one day.”

There isn’t a way he can keep that promise, you’re sure of it, so you had simply laughed and asked him to tell you another story.

Days like those are your favorites. Especially when you’re feeling more spirited than most, walking along the stone railing with Obi-Wan on the grass beside you, his hand holding yours so that you don’t tip over and fall.

Honestly, you sometimes only go up here just so that you can hold his hand. His skin is soft but with calloused fingertips, and it’s a comforting feeling.

It’s no surprise, then, that you’re walking along the railing again today, hand happily in his hold.

“I think it’s the quiet that I’m fond of,” Obi-Wan speaks, walking at the pace you’re setting. “To be among the mountains. That’s where I want to be.”

You offer him a smile, looking down at him. “That sounds lovely.”

He squeezes your hand, making dragonflies run circles in your stomach. “Your turn now. One place in the whole galaxy, where do you want to go?”

Pursing your lips, you delay your response with a hum. You already know what the answer is but you’ll do anything in your power to stretch out any moment with him for as long as possible.

“The beach,” you say and simply that.

Obi-Wan raises his chin. “That’s all?”

You nod. “That’s all. I’ve never been.”

He stops walking, causing your hand to tug at his when you don’t stop as quickly as he does. Looking down at him, you frown some.

“What’s the matter?” You ask.

His voice is sympathetic, though there’s a very faint grin at his lips. “You’ve never been to the beach?”

“Not once,”

“Well,” he straightens his posture, walking alongside you again. “I’ll have to take you there one day.”

Another promise you’re sure he won’t hold true to. It’s fun, when you’re young especially, to make promises of days you want to spend with someone else, but those plans usually fade away eventually.

Besides, there’s a war going on and Obi-Wan is a Jedi amongst the battle. You doubt you’ll ever watch the waves roll in, let alone with him by your side.

“I’d like that,” you mutter, knowing that your words hold as little weight to them as does his.

When you reach the end of the railing, you turn halfway and Obi-Wan keeps a tight hold of your hand as you lower yourself to sit on top of it, then he pushes himself up to sit beside you.

“Can you swim?” You ask him, swinging your legs.

He nods, scrunching up his face some. The look is clearly displeasing and you can’t help but to chuckle.

“You don’t like the water?” You press, leaning your arm against his.

He sighs. “I’m not too fond of it. Not as much as flying, though.”

“Oh, so flying is worse?”

“Flying is much worse,” he states, a finger pointed. “That’s for droids.”

“Hmm, I’ll keep that in mind.”

A gentle breeze enters the conversation, which is lovely given the temperature. Speaking with Obi-Wan in moments like these feel so special but more than that, they feel comfortable. Around him, you don’t feel the need to act a certain way. You can just be yourself.

Pushing against his arm again, this time in a playful way, you say, “Maybe the beach is out of the question then since you don’t like to swim.”

“Well,” he leans close to you as if he were speaking for no one else to hear, “just because I don’t like it doesn’t mean I won’t.”

“By why would you?”

Obi-Wan’s brows furrow marginally, looking at you with an expression caught between confusion and sincerity.

“Because you’ll be there.”

Smiling at him softly, you feel a bit bashful by his genuine reply, shaking your head so that he can’t tell how easily you’re swooned by that affirmation alone.

“You’re quite the charmer, Obi-Wan.”

He grins, showing his canines. “It comes naturally with you.”

You think he’s just being a tease now, so you turn his face away from you with a palm against his cheek, and he chuckles heartily as you push off of the railing and tell him that you both should get back to your responsibilities.

Weeks after that, he hardly visits the palace as battles grow tense against the Republic. The handmaidens alongside you work in earnest for the countess’ benefit and also in preparation should an attack happened here.

If you were crossing your fingers behind your back, you would blame yourself for when battle droids stampede the grounds.

The invasion is unlike any you’ve seen and you hurry to hide away as many people as you can through the worker’s corridors, which leads out to a bunker. There is also an escape route from there but until the threat outside is neutralized, there’s no way anyone can make it out without detection.

You’re not sure what possesses you to remain in the thick of it instead of doing your usual reaction by fleeing, but you’re more focused on the safety of others by doing all that you can.

Maybe Obi-Wan’s ways are rubbing off on you. Though, regarding your secluded history, you’re not sure if that’s a good thing.

So, you keep posted by the entrance to the corridors, waving in more people who run down the hallway and lead them inside, telling them to wait with the others.

One person grabs hold of your sleeve, almost tearing the material right off of your shoulder.

“My brother,” they plead. “He’s only young. We were separated.”

“He’ll find his way,” you say, urging them to keep moving.

“Please, he can’t be on his own!”

Neither can you. This is not the kind of person you are, the type that runs into danger even if it were for a noble cause. It scares you down to your bones to think about leaving your partially safe spot by the doorway, but their wailing pushes at your sensibility.

“Alright,” you cave in. “Hide with the others. I’ll find him.”

The distant explosions around the palace are no match for how deafening your heartbeat rings in your eyes, and you feel it against your chest, at your temples, and at your wrists pulsing with an overwhelming amount that takes your feet down the hallway instead of your mind.

There are endless possibilities on where this boy could be. For all you know, he might be right where all the battle droids are. If you go to him then, you’ll just endanger him more with yourself included.

But you can’t leave him behind. Maker knows he must be feeling worse than you, especially for a young one.

Getting closer to the noise makes you less sure of everything, though. Two times already you have had to flatten yourself to the wall when a battle droid runs past, in an effect to hide from them. Every single thing that moves has you on edge, even when your mind tricks you into seeing things that aren’t there.

Yet, as you expected, you find the boy so close to the battle at hand that he may as well be in the thick of it. He’s crouched behind a crumbled half wall near the assembly hall, a fleet of battle droids ahead of him. Between you and them is a long hallway, an opening on your left and right.

Peeking around each corner, you make certain that when you gain the courage to move from your spot, you won’t collide with a battle droid or their line of fire.

It seems they’re too focused on their attack to notice him, or you, so with an insane amount of luck, you run across the opening and kneel by his side, trying to keep hidden from the flimsy cover that there is for the two of you.

“I’m here,” you tell the boy. “Come with me. I’ll keep you safe.”

He’s been crying, his fist still balled up at his cheek as the tears stream down his face. Whimpering, he holds his arms out to you and you lift him in your hold, carrying him at your side, and dash back the way you came after assuring the coast is clear.

Unfortunately, when you’re about to turn the corner, you’re met with a large group of battle droids who weren’t there before. Gasping, you manage to duck behind the wall before they can notice you and set the child on the floor, kneeling beside him.

“We need to wait here a moment. Don’t make a sound—”

Your voice is buried beneath another explosion, nearer this time as it happens right behind the wall. The strength of it shakes the ground and you wrap the boy in your arms to shield him from the smoke and rubble, hoping that the ceiling won’t collapse.

There’s gunfire and flashes of red and blue as the sounds of the droids grow nearer, and you wonder if there’s any time to run away, though you know you won’t make it halfway down the hallway before you’re shot at.

A shadow grows near and you cover the boy more, hoping to at least protect him, until a hand grabs your shoulder and you shriek, turning to meet your attacker face to face.

But it’s a face you know too well and are relieved at seeing him standing there.

“Obi-Wan!” You reach a hand to hold onto his robes and he lowers to his knee, watching you with worrisome eyes.

“Are you hurt?” He asks, bringing the hand on your shoulder up to your cheek.

You shake your head. “No, no. But the boy,” you move an inch to show Obi-Wan the child behind you. “We need to get him to the bunker.”

“Alright,” Obi-Wan affirms. “Keep to my side.”

There’s no place you’d rather be right now, nodding as you follow him closely with the boy holding your hand. You’re relieved to see that he’s stopped crying. In fact, he’s quite transfixed with the Jedi leading you both down the hallway.

Obi-Wan is more strategical than you, so he keeps you all seemingly invisible to the battle droids you maneuver around, and you feel more at ease now that he’s here.

The drive you had to protect the boy is now kept under a blanket and you grow restless to get to the bunker since you’ve gone through enough excitement for one day. Once is more than enough to try and be brave. You just want to hide again.

As you all approach the door to the worker’s corridor, Obi-Wan lets you and the boy step ahead of him. You pat the boy’s back and urge him to follow the path until he reaches the bunker entrance and as he begins to run, Obi-Wan’s hand comes to rest on your back.

“Lock the door behind you,” he says, still attentive to the noise happening around the palace.

“Aren’t you coming too?” You ask.

“No, there’s still more fighting to be done.”

“Don’t fight, Obi-Wan. Come with us.”

He smiles weakly, caressing your cheek with his soft but calloused hand. “I want nothing more, but I want to protect you first.”

“But—”

You don’t get to finish your sentence as another explosion sets off, this time within the hallway you’re standing in. The distance of it not only rattles the ground but shakes you as well, and Obi-Wan is diving forward, his arms wrapping around you, to push you both behind the corner and away from the blast.

It’s a powerful explosion that takes down the support beams, effectively taking down part of the ceiling, too. The structure crumbles at the corner, creating a mountain of debris that blocks the way and so there’s no going back now.

With the push, you’re sent down to the ground with Obi-Wan above you, his body shielding you from the damage.

When at last the smoke clears, he’s helping you to sit up against the wall, his hands on either side of your face, brushing away soot and dust.

“Are you okay?” He asks, looking you over from head to toe.

Coughing, you shake your head at him, feeling the anxieties of being in danger rise like hot liquid from the pit of your stomach all the way to your throat, and you begin to cry.

“No, I’m not okay— I’m fine but I’m not okay,”

“Hey,” he coos, tilting your head enough to look him in the eyes. “There, there, my dove. I promise you I’ll get you out of here.”

“I’m scared, Obi-Wan,”

“I am too,” he brings one hand down to yours, squeezing it tightly. “But I’m a man of my word. I will protect you.”

Deep down, right through all the worry, you know that he’ll keep you safe. If not by all the heroic acts you’ve heard about and now seen for yourself, then for all the times he’s been kind to you. All the laughter, the touches, and the quiet moments just for you both. You trust him with your life and you know he’ll take care of you.

On the outside, though, you’re shaking. The explosion has startled you so much, seeing as it was so close, and the knowledge of if Obi-Wan hadn’t pushed you when he did, you might have been crushed under the rubble.

Thoughts speak louder than words but in this case your actions are screaming; trembling with your back to the wall and tears still streaming down your cheeks.

Obi-Wan’s hand at your cheek brushes featherlike circles there, effectively wiping your tears. He whispers your name, grounds you with more surety, then leans forward and presses his lips to yours.

The gasp gets stuck in your throat but you immediately still, eyes wide as he kisses you with gentle, potent lips. He whispers to you again, this time through the Force, and you hear him; my dove. Oh, my dove. I love you.

By those words alone, all the tension dissolves. Reaching a hand out to clutch hold of his tunic, you whimper against his kiss, closing your eyes and allowing his lips to soothe your fears.

With his affections, your shaking stops. He’s auspiciously sedated all the nerves you felt, making your senses crystal clear when he leads you through the storm. He keeps you far from the danger, navigating around droids, damage, and conflict.

At last, meeting the others on the outskirts when it’s clear enough for them to travel the escape route, Obi-Wan carefully helps you aboard the ship with everyone inside.

The ship itself is compatible for water, hovering there for now until the top of it will close and sail under to get away from here. Obi-Wan stands on the bay, one boot in the water, with his hand in yours as he makes sure you climb aboard securely.

“Don’t worry about me,” he says, offering a smile that eases your concern. “I’ll see you again.”

When the ship doors shut and it dips beneath the water, you wonder if you truly will see him after this. With the battle, it will take months before you and the others can safely return, especially the countess. Living secluded will need to be your new way of life.

That’s exactly what it becomes. In fact, you’re away from home—or what you call it, seeing as growing up there is the earliest memory you have—for a year.

To assure the safety of the people and the countess, you travel from port to port and remain with various folk for intermittent times. You try your best to hear reports about the war and of the Jedi, hoping that you’ll hear news of the man whom you love. And who loves you.

Knowing that he does only makes the time away torturous, not truly sure if you’ll see him again like he promised, though you trust him completely. Whether the uncertainty is there because of your safety or his, or if time and events will allow it.

By the time a year is up and news reaches you that it’s safe to return, the palace is hardly such a thing at all. The grounds, the gardens, the structures, and the homes are all in ruins. It takes months to repair all the damage and by the time you feel yourself back to routine, it’s nowhere near complete.

Walking the gardens is the only comfort you get in such distressing times. The war is still ongoing and you know that at any point, you all may need to flee again. But in this place, your swirling thoughts cease. You simply exist freely amongst the flowers, swaddled by memories of walking along the stone railing with your sweet Jedi.

There’s no hand to hold yours as you walk the railing, your shoes scraping the stone as you take each step. In a silly way, you’re not entirely upset about the fact if you fall. After being away for so long, it may be the only time you feel again.

Yet, when you slip, you feel your heart sink at the expectation of hitting the grass, only for a hand to slide into yours, fingers interlinked tightly, and a shoulder pressing on your arm to prevent you from tipping over.

When you look down to see who caught you, all the breath leaves your lungs. It’s him. Your Jedi, your love. Your Obi-Wan.

You say his name excitedly, watching his lips upturn into that bright grin he’d show you on sunny afternoons, and throw away his effort in supporting you as you leap off the railing right into his arms.

He catches you like he always does, holding you securely to him as he buries his face in your neck, pressing featherlike kisses to the skin and whispering your name over and over again.

“I promised you, didn’t I, my dove?” He speaks. “I would take you to the beach.”

A relieving and altogether elated chuckle bubbles from your lips, leaning back a fraction to look into those lovely cerulean eyes of his.

“Oh, Obi-Wan,” you say, smiling brightly. “I love you.”

He smiles in return, brushing a hand along your cheek. “And I love you.”

Your heart swelters, feeling full of life again. Any adversity ahead of you now is small in comparison to the assurance of Obi-Wan’s love.

A gentle kiss is pressed to your forehead and then your cheek. He ghosts a kiss on the tip of your nose, hovering his lips above yours before raising the hand he holds into the space, kissing your knuckles.

As soon as your hand moves away, Obi-Wan leans into you completely, kissing you deeply. He’s gentle and amorous, guided by an affection truthful to the words he assured you now so long ago. With fingers intertwined, he pours his devotions between incandescent kisses.

In between the marble pillars of the palace, deep within the gardens filled with heart and soul and ghosts of the lives lived before now, Obi-Wan kisses you with a crystal clear love that glimmers for time indefinite.

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ramblingwritings · 3 years ago

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Their Queen

Y’all can thank @hellotherekenobi for this one. It’s pretty much just straight smut and I may add on to it in the future it I feel like it.

Pairing: Obi-wan Kenobi/Commander Cody/Reader

Warning: Cody is a virgin in this but there is a point where explicit consent is given, just wanted to put that out there just in case. There is also semi-public sex, like they are in a room but really anyone could walk into said room, but no one does.

Frustrated is the only way to describe how you feel at this moment. Well and truly frustrated. Your Prime Minister had decided to request the help of the Jedi against your wishes. Rumors of a Separatist attack have been weighing down on both you and your advisory council for months. However none of your scouts have seen hide nor tail of them in all that time. They’ve not been spotted anywhere in your sector!

Your people wanted nothing to do with the war raging on across the galaxy, and as their ruler it was up to you and your council to act in their best interest. Except that karking man had decided to request republic aid anyway!

As you paced the length of the windows lining your throne room, you felt your ire rise and your face flush with the heat of your blood. To invite them in was a mistake, one that now was unavoidable. To invite them in is to choose a side in this bloody and tragic war, and now your Prime Minister’s decision would only instigate the Separatists into an attack.

The click of your heels echoed on the marble floor, the sunset cast shadows along the walls and floor leading up to the dias where your throne sat. The windows and mirrors of the room allowed for the sun or the moon to adequately light the throne room through all hours of the day or night. Often it's where you came when thoughts would plague your mind late into the night and you could not relax enough to sleep. Watching the lights of the capital of your world soothed and calmed you when you needed it most.

Forcing air to enter your lungs, you took a deep breath and relaxed your shoulders as a guard announced the arrival of General Kenobi and his Commander. Per your request, the remainder of his troops were to stay on his ship until all of this could be discussed.

Perhaps it was already the way your heart had been pounding, or the fiery anger in your blood but you could not help but think of how handsome both men were. Master Kenobi, you had always known to be a handsome man, having met him a few times before. The both of you held each other in the highest respect, yet the two of you constantly debated and bickered and could never see eye to eye. But the Commander with his tall and stern posture, dark eyes and hair caught your eye as well. Gods, if you were meeting under any other circumstance you would have been hard pressed to maintain your composure and not immediately invite them to your bed. It was a wonder, and a testament to your restraint, that you hadn’t invited Master Kenobi before. Surely the bickering affected him just as it did you.

“Master Jedi, Commander,” nodding to each in acknowledgement, “Welcome to my planet, I hope you find it well.”

“I am sure that we will, my Queen. We read your Prime Minister’s request for aid, but it would be appreciated if you could provide my Commander and I with more details on your situation.”

“Of course, Master Jedi” you begin, glancing over your shoulder as you make your way to your throne, “I will answer any questions that you may have.”

As you walked you motioned for the pair to follow you and take a seat in the chairs that had been brought in for them.

“To be frank, Your Highness, General Kenobi and I were a little concerned that the request for aid had come from your Prime Minister and not from you?”

The Commander's voice was deep and rich, and your thighs clenched involuntarily. Little Gods, all this because two handsome men are in your throne room at a late hour? Barely refraining from shaking your head to clear your thoughts, your response makes them both tense.

“That would be because I did not approve the request, Commander. Nor did I agree to it. My Prime Minister apparently decided that it was better to beg his Queen for forgiveness than for permission.”

“He mentioned rumors of a Separatist attack in his report.”

“Rumors, dear Commander, that have been monitored and investigated for the past four months, and have yet to be seen as truthful. This is why I did not request the aid myself. I do not believe myself to be too prideful as to not ask for help when it is necessary, but to ask for it when all rumors have been debunked in a sense, to me, will only invite what we are trying to avoid. I daresay at this point that this protection detail may turn out to be more of a vacation for you both and your men.”

“No disrespect intended, your Highness, but this situation is entirely frustrating when our resources are in more need somewhere else.”

“None taken, Master Kenobi. However both your Republic and my Prime Minister have entered into an agreement and there is no other option but for us to endure.”

“Unfortunately sir, I would have to agree.” Brown eyes met yours for only a moment before returning to the General.

“Honestly Master Jedi, I had thought that in light of this situation, you and your men would enjoy the break from the constant fighting.”

“Oh, yes, however will I repay you, my Queen?” His voice lilted as he ended his question. Sarcasm dripped from every word.

Your eyes snap up from where they had drifted to watch his lips to meet his eyes. Leaning forward, you gingerly lay your hands on the armrests of your throne. The position makes you seem as if you are truly considering his question, however you know that it accentuates your cleavage just so. Crystal blue eyes slip from your face for a fraction of a second before they return to hold your gaze.

A soft hum escapes your lips as you settle back into your throne, and allow your eyes to drift to the Commander who seems to be just as affected. Your legs spread further apart so that the slit of your dress now exposes the upper part of your thigh and a smirk settles on your face.

“Kneel. Come here the both of you and kneel for your Queen.”

There’s a moment of hesitation but then confidently, both men rise from their chairs and make their way to you. They kneel, one at each leg, as the moonlight reflects and sparkles in their eyes. Unable to resist, you comb your fingers through Obi-wan’s hair, and watch as his pupils dilate so much you can barely see the blue.

“So how will you repay me, hmm?” Your voice is a soft pur, and you are truly grateful no one else is up or on this side of the palace at this time of night.

Shifting your focus to Cody, you run your other hand through his hair and caress their faces at the same time. Cody’s lips part as a sigh slips past his lips.

“I am unsure, your Highness. I’ve not done anything like this before.”

Both you and Obi-wan inhale sharply. Both of you search his face for any signs of hesitation.

“At all, Commander Cody? Or will this be your first time with a woman?” Your question brought color to his cheeks, that peaked through even in the pale moonlight. His eyes seek Obi-wan’s before they meet yours again.

“At all, my Queen.” Neither you or Obi-wan can fight back the groan that claws it way up from the back of your throats.

“Commander Cody, I must tell you that you are not obligated to take this any further. Neither of you are. I would like you both to verbally consent this before we continue, and at any time you can change your mind.” You hold each of their gaze to prove your point.

“I would be honored to continue. I’m sure Obi-wan would gladly teach me how to please you.” A whispered fuck yes falls from the Jedi’s lips, and something in you basks in the knowledge that you both have such an effect on him.

“Indeed, and you Master Kenobi?”

“Yes, my queen. Please, let us worship you.” His hands reach towards the silk of your dress, you pull your knees together to allow him to push the fabric up and over your hips. Both men groan when they realize that you had not been wearing any kind of underwear this entire time.

“It seems my dear Commander, that she was prepared for us this evening.”

Obi-wan’s hands trail up from your ankles, gently caressing your skin until he reaches your knees to guide them apart and angles your hips towards him.

“Now Commander,” Obi-wan begins as he glances over his shoulder to the other man, “There is no shame in taking your time and committing every part of your partner to memory, just remember to watch their reactions to what you do.”

He’s so close to you, that you can feel his warm breath on your skin. His eyes meet yours once again as he leans forward and begins to place open mouth kisses up your thighs and towards your core. Teasing you slightly, gently kisses your clit before he begins to thoroughly devour you.

“Fuck, you taste wonderful, my Queen.”

Your back arches as you feel the warm pressure begin to build. He is relentless as his tongue works over your clit. Slowly he teases your entrance with one of his fingers, and you cry out a strangled Master when it sinks into you.

Obi-wan groans as your fingers tangle into his hair, scrambling to find any part of him to hold onto. You turn your gaze to the ever patient Commander who is still kneeling at the base of your throne. His blacks are down around his thighs as he strokes himself, but all the while his attention is solely on you.

“Commander, come here. Let me touch you…” Your voice hoarse with pleasure.

The Commander stands and approaches the side of your throne. Reaching out, your hand replaces his and you begin to guide him close to your mouth. Kissing the tip of his cock and collecting some of the pre-cum on your lips, you then lick from the base to the tip of his cock and begin to move both your hand and head in unison. He buries both hands in your hair, and you open your jaw wider and breathe deeply through your nose as his hips begin to rock into you.

Obi-wan begins to tease your entrance with a second finger, and you moan around the Commander’s cock when it fully joins the other. Curling them just so, Obi-wan finds the spot he was looking for and your moans grow wilder and more desperate. Waves of pleasure are crashing over you, and the obscene sounds the three of you are making echo off the marble walls of your throne room and spur you on.

Swallowing around the Commander’s cock, you try to fit more of him into your mouth. Your other hand still holds Obi-wan to you, and you pull on his hair so hard your fear you may find strands still wrapped around your fingers even after you let go, but it only seems to encourage him further. Sucking your clit into his mouth a final time, your orgasm crashes over you as he rolls the sensitive ball of nerves ever so gently between his teeth. Your thighs shake and clench around Obi-wan as he continues to lick you through your orgasm. As your legs relax around him, Obi-wan stands and pulls the Commander into a heated kiss. You watch as the Commander tastes you on Obi-wan's lips.

“Let her catch her breath, my dear,” Obi-wan whispers as he coaxes Cody’s hands from your hair and a mumbled apology falls from his lips against Obi-wan’s.

“Would you be a dear and stand for a moment, my queen?” Nodding you gather all your strength and will your legs to hold your weight. Obi-wan gently guides Cody to sit, and reaches for your hand. He pulls you to him so your back is flush against his chest and his hard cock is pressed against your ass.

“I believe that it is time for our dear Commander to be inside you, don’t you think?”

“Yes, please, Master! I want his cock so bad. Please…” Your voice is whiny and needy but having one of the inside you is all you can focus on.

“Go on, my Queen, ride him.”

Straddling the Commander's lap, you pull him into a searing kiss. Your left hand is wrapped around his shoulder and cradling the back of his head, and using your other hand you reach down between you and guide him towards your entrance. Conscious of the fact that you are being trusted with something as precious as his virginity, as you sink down and your pelvis meets his, your eyes never leave his face. His head is thrown back against your throne, eyebrows scrunched, eyes pinched closed, and mouth hung open in pleasure. Gently you rock your hips, and both of you moan wantonly as the tip of his cock meets your cervix. Gasping in pleasure you begin to pick up your speed, and eventually you both settle on a rhythm that has you both steadily approaching your orgasm.

“I c-can’t hold on, my Queen.”

“It’s okay, Commander, please… I’m close too.”

Your walls clench around his cock, and the both of you cry out as you climax. His cock spasms inside you as he spills himself deep inside you and you moan as the warmth of it fills you. Both your heads fall onto each other's shoulder and his arms wrap around you as you catch your breath.

The blissful aftermath doesn’t last long, and a squeal escapes you as Obi-wan lifts you from your position in the Commander’s lap, and pushes you forward. You brace yourself with your left hand on the armrest of your throne and your right hand on Cody’s shoulder. All your weight is supported by your left leg, and Obi-wan reaches down to settle your right leg across Cody’s lap.

“It’s my turn now, my Queen.” Obi-wan’s voice is rough and coarse with want.

You both moan as he sinks into you without any warning and sets a brutal pace. One of Obi-wan’s hands is a constant pressure against your shoulder as he holds you there and pulls you back on each thrust so your hips meet his. The sound of your panting and wet skin meeting skin echoes throughout the throne room.

Obi-wan’s saber-calloused hand leaves the back of your shoulder and reaches around to your front to pull you up by your throat. Your hands scramble for anything to hold onto and your latch on to Obi-wan’s arm across your chest. Cody leans forward and gently guides your dress down to expose your chest, and pulls one of your nipples into his mouth, twirling the sensitive skin between his tongue and teeth.

“Force, you’re so tight. I can feel you clenching around me. You like this don’t you? Me, fucking his cum into you.”

You can feel his warm breath tickle the skin behind your ear. Incoherent moans of agreement leave you gasping for breath, but that wasn’t enough for the Master Jedi.

“Use your words, my Queen.” You force a shattered yes to pass your lips.

“Yes, who?” His hand tightens around your throat, and he tortuously slows his thrusts as he growls into your ear. His rich voice sends shivers down your spine.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl.” The edges of your vision begin to darken, and you can feel your orgasm approaching at a dizzying speed, but you need more.

“Play with her clit, Commander. Move your fingers in gentle circles. Make our Queen cum.”

Cody’s fingers find your throbbing clit and follow Obi-wan’s instructions, his mouth still alternating between licking and biting your nipples. Obi-wan pulls you closer to him and there is no doubt that you will have finger shaped bruises along your hip from his hand. Your brain is a fog of pleasure and all of the sensations are overwhelming you. Involuntary tears stream down your cheeks, and breathlessly you beg for your release.

“Please, M-master… Can I cum please?”

“Force, Yes!” You feel his hips lose their practiced rhythm as he reaches his climax. Curling over you he smothers his yell of ecstasy as he bites down on your shoulder. The white hot pressure that you have felt pooling in your belly snaps, and you cry as your orgasm violently takes you.

Lazy thrusts bring your awareness back to the throne room as Obi-wan fucks you through your orgasm. His strong arms support a majority of your weight, and he pulls from you with an obscenely wet sound. Their cum begins to drip down your inner thigh, warm and sticky as he maneuvers you to sit on the Commander’s lap, your head resting on his shoulder. Obi-wan gracefully falls to his knees and lays his head on your thigh, his crystal blue eyes never leaving yours.

“Ours, you're our Queen.”

#Obi-wan Kenobi #Commander Cody #Queen!reader #threesome F/M/M #throne sex #Cody is a virgin #but he learns quick #not quite enemies to lovers #they just like to bicker tbh #enthusiastic use of official titles #y’all I need a cold shower and holy water after writing this ngl

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