; jealous!reader, jealous!Satine, smut w/ feelings, pet names, praising kink, Obi-Wan being a tease as per usual, fingering, penetration, virgin!reader&Obi-Wan, probably some other things I didn't mention

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Jedi weren't supposed to love, that's why it was vital that as Padawans we had to be careful when it came to having crushes. Padawans were sometimes considered young and dumb, but we all wished we weren't just that.

Young, dumb, and in love. It's a term I've heard adults use, a term I've read in books. That's what I was, though I wasn't aloud to be that way. But here I was, gazing at Obi-Wan while we ventured to Mandalore, my own personal hell.

My Master, Mace Windu, had sent me, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn to the Mandalore sector, the threat on Satine's life once again returning. I hated returning to Mandalore though - especially with Obi-Wan. Because Obi-Wan was the same thing that I was; young, dumb and in love. But he was in love with Satine.

There was something in the way he looked at her and smiled at her that convinced me that he was in love. And there was something in the way that she said his name and spoke to him that convinced me that she was in love as well. And there was something in the way that I looked down at my feet and fiddled with my thumbs that convinced Qui-Gon that I was not only in love, but heart broken.

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We stepped into the throne room of Mandalore, all of our eyes set on the queen. Oh, how I hated Satine, her gorgeous smile melting Obi-Wan's heart like butter on a stove. It hurt to watch him kiss her hand, a greeting he always used for her. It was her special greeting. I didn't have one.

"It's nice to meet with you again Satine, I hope you've been staying safe," Qui-Gon said, breaking Obi-Wan's fixated gaze on the queen and making him stumble back towards us, his cheeks a light color of pink.

"I have been, Jedi Master, though it's been a hard few weeks. There's been terrorists running amongst the city of Mandalore and I've been sent a death threat, the holo message being terminated by the sender before we could capture it for ourselves. All I ask for is peace to be brung, no more violence needs to infect my planet," she said sternly. But I only half-listened, inspecting her. What did she have that I didn't? Was it that she could put the meaning of the world into her words, that she was able to dress like a Queen should, was it because she was a Queen?

Qui-Gon nodded respectfully, hands clasped together in front of him, "I will make sure this problem is solved while my Padawan and Master Windu's Padawan stays here to protect you, your highness. Where have the first attacks been made?"

"In the heart of the city, my guards will provide you with the coordinates," she looked over to one of the guards that stood by her side, "Take these two to one of the guest rooms, and you," she spoke to another, "get the Master Jedi the coordinates."

I smiled sweetly at Satine's kindness of a guest room and Obi-Wan smiled too, but she only flashed him her charming smile. She never wore it often it seemed, but she always was a person wanting peace, which made the cold nature of her commands and works confusing.

I followed the guard, not wanting to watch Obi-Wan drool over the Queen any longer. It felt nauseous, like I could throw up without even trying. It made me sick to my stomach to watch her hold his heart. I wanted to be her.

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It was a double bed of course, but that shouldn't bother me because two Jedi sleeping in the same bed wasn't unnatural - love was forbidden and sex was allowed every so often. But my heart still was racing when I saw the bed neatly made and Obi-Wan taking a seat on it so he could mess with his tunic.

"I like it here," he spoke up, looking at me with that curious look he almost always had painting his face. He was silently asking me if I did. I didn't have to answer, but I couldn't ignore the way his eyes sparkled when he wanted a response.

"I wouldn't prefer it over a place like Naboo or Coruscant," I said, finding a quick excuse, "Everything and everyone looks so similar here, it's hard to remember faces and names cause they all seem the same."

Obi-Wan smiled lightly and said, "I can tell you don't like it here, I can feel your uneasiness every time we hear the word Mandalore, or step foot on it."

"Yeah, I don't enjoy my time here. I don't enjoy the Queen much either, she's very antsy when I'm around it seems."

He hummed, leaving me to my own imagination as he fumbled with his baggage.

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Dinner passed by with no thought. The only words spoken were by the Queen and Qui-Gon. I often felt myself being stared at, only to look up and realize the gaze that had been laid upon me would disappear.

I returned to the guest room I'd been given with Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon slipping into his own room. But, Obi-Wan didn't appear till an hour later - I couldn't seem to sleep after the first 20 minutes of not seeing him. I wanted to know what he was up to.

The door creaked open, boots echoing from the hall and calming while entering the room before their owner slipped them off. I listened to Obi-Wan undoing his tunics and slipping on a simple t-shirt for bed. But, while he made his way under the covers, I turned towards him.

"Where have you been?" I asked, worried.

"The Queen asked to speak to me privately," he simply stated, pulling the blanket over him. I rolled my eyes and flipped my body onto it's back, staring up at the beige ceiling. The silence was so loud, I knew he had something to say. I wanted him to spit it out.

"She doesn't like the way I stare at you."

"What?" I asked, cocking my eyebrow and looking at the older Padawan with confusion.

"Satine, she doesn't like the way I stare at you, the way I look so lovestruck when I watch you. She hates it."

My cheeks were painted pink, blush sweeping across my face. Lovestruck. The way that Qui-Gon described it when I stared at him. My body turned towards him and he turned towards me. "What do you mean 'lovestruck'?" I asked, eyes sparkling with hope as I stared at the handsome man in front of me.

"What I mean is, I stare at you like I'm in love with you. And I am. I am deeply, madly in love with you, darling," Obi-Wan said, his voice hush and his words promising.

The next move was made before I could even think of making one myself. Obi-Wan cupped my cheek that wasn't pressed to the bed and connected his lips with mine. It was a slow, sweet kiss, like fireworks exploding in my mouth. And it felt incredible as both of our lips moved together in bliss, something out of a book.

When Obi-Wan went to pull away, I tried to follow his lips before his hand landed gently on my neck, pushing me back with not so much force as to hurt me. But the feeling of his hand touching my neck has me whimpering out. I clapped a hand over my mouth, breaking any eye contact that I held in the moments that I had made the desperate noise.

Obi-Wan chuckled, "The was adorable. You sounded like a little puppy." I squirmed a bit his sentence, shoving my face into his chest in embarrassment. "Oh, you like that? Do you wanna be called puppy? Does my pretty girl want be a good puppy for me?"

I nodded my head against him, squirming again. Friction. I wanted friction. I wanted to be touched by him. I gripped his sleeping shirt, pressing myself impossibly more against him. His arms wrapped around me, a comforting warmth radiating off of him. "Don't be shy with me, darling, I'm not gonna laugh at you. Maker, you're so adorable."

"Stop, Obi," I said, faking annoyance. I loved the names that came out of his mouth, we both knew that, but my face had never been more red than now.

"Never," he replied, pulling me back so he could reach of my face, bringing his lips to mine in a delicate kiss. Though, I could read him like a book. Need. There was need in the kiss.

I want to show you how much I love you, his voice whispered to me through the Force. You deserve to feel good, to feel loved.

Obi-Wan held me close to him as our lips moved in sync, flipping us so my back lay against the soft bed, his body towering over me. He pulled away, making my eyes open to look up at him. He was truly handsome, his smile my favorite sight to see and his eyes were almost glowing for me in the dim moonlight that the Mandalorian sky provided.

"I love you Obi, I love you so deeply," I whispered into the night, twirling his braid around my index finger and pulling him down to me, our lips meeting again.

Obi-Wan's hands caressed my body, trailing up and down my hips with an almost feather-like touch. He didn't grope me or squeeze me like I'd heard men touching women was like. It was soft, his hands were gentle and praising. I almost didn't believe he was real, that his ghost-like touch was really there.

Disconnecting our lips, Obi-Wan planted kisses across my face, my cheeks covered in them and soon my jawline. It was like he was marking me with his delicate kisses, leaving trails all the way down to my neck and shoulders, rolling the string-like straps of my nightgown down them till the rested loosely on my arms.

I released Obi-Wan's thin braid, my hands roaming his chest, playing with the hem of his shirt before reaching my hands underneath it. He was a lightly toned man, I already knew that, but finally feeling his chest and stomach for myself felt like I was touching gold. Running my hands up his back, I pulled him closer to me, his head shoving itself into the crook of my neck.

"You are perfect for me, darling, certainly a goddess," he said, pulling back from me and taking off his shirt as he started feeling my nails start to lightly scratch over his back. "She wonders why my eyes are glued to you, but you're a piece of art, darling."

I whimpered as I felt his large hands drift lower than just my waist, hands squeezing at my hips and massaging them. The pads of his thumbs were soothing, rubbing softly at my hip bones. "I want to make love to you, Y/n. I want to give my body to you. I want to show you how in love with you I am."

"Then do it," I whispered to him, bringing my hands up to cup his cheeks and molding his lips with mine.

He was gentle with me, making me shed my clothes till I was bare under him, keeping his mouth moving against mine in the process. I felt him shuffling his bottom half though, moaning into the kiss as he tried to stay with me while struggling to remove his pants and boxers at the same time.

I giggled, pulling away and watching him 'tsk' as he finally removed them. "I've never had more trouble with pants in my life," he said, tossing them aside.

"You're acting drunk, my love."

"You're the one that's so intoxicating. You're taste is so addicting and lovely, I can't help but want more of you," he said, his smooth voice floating through the air and making me blush.

"You're a charmer, Obi-Wan Kenobi."

"And I wish only to charm you this way," he promised, fingers dancing up my thighs, tickling the inner skin. He grabbed a handful, though he didn't squeeze harshly. Only soft, that's all I felt while being touched by him.

His palm drifted up, fingertips brushing at my slit teasingly. "Have you ever touched yourself, my darling?"

I nodded, biting my lip as he ran his middle finger through my folds, collecting slick onto his finger. "Such a good, wet girl. So wet for me.." he mumbled, fingertip prodding at my hole. I felt him ease his finger into me, and I already started feeling full. His fingers were thicker and longer than mine, my tiny hands doing no help when I was alone.

Obi-Wan laughed at the way my eyelids fluttered shut and my lips parted for a soft sigh. "That feel good, my love?" he asked, lips ghosting over my chest and kissing their way around it.

I hummed a 'mhm', higher than my normal pitch as his finger finally slipped all the way inside of me. I whimpered, grinding myself down on his finger. "Please.. please move it," I begged.

Obi-Wan obeyed, wanting to please me for the first time we'd be alone like this, his normal sassy attitude tucked away, leaving his words being the only tease. Obi pumped his middle finger in and out of me slowly, watching as my eyes brows slightly knit together. Though, it was torture for me, I wanted more.

"You want more? Another finger?" he asked, breath hotter than Mustafar, fanning on my hard nipple.

"I- I want your cock.. please Obi, I need it," I pleaded, voice whiney as I gripped his forearm tightly.

A snicker emitted from him as his finger stroked my walls, still driving me insane. "I don't think you'd be able to take it yet, my dear. You're very tight, don't you think?"

"I don't care, Obi! Please!"

"Whatever you say," he said, smirking as he dragged his finger out of me, making me miss it when it finally left me.

I watched him intently, thumbs hooking under the waistband of his boxers and he pulled them down. Springing out in excitement, his member sat in font of me in all it's glory, the tip a pretty shade of very light pink, blending into his light skin. A vein ran along the side of it, making me squirm in place. My mouth drooled as I watched his large hand wrap around it, gripping the bottom of his shaft. It was average length, but it was thick, telling me exactly the reason why Obi-Wan had been warning me. But it was too late now, I'd finalized my decision.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked, pumping it a few times, his eyes focused in on the way I bit my lip while I watched him. I nodded, my hand unconsciously drifting towards it, but when my fingers were close enough to brush against it, he swatted my hand away with his free one. "No, this is my night to take care of you, darling."

Letting go of his shaft, he pushed my shoulders down so I lay on the bed flat, making me watch him as he crawled over me. The way his hands were planted at the side of my head had me shivering in place, anticipating his next move.

"Are you ready, dear one?"

I nodded, lifting my legs so they'd wrapped around his waist. He tilted back, taking himself in hand again and guiding the tip towards my weeping hole. I whimpered as he rubbed it through my lips, collecting slick before I felt it rest at my hole. Obi-Wan started to push his way in, but as soon as his tip was slightly inside of me, I grabbed at his forearms.

"Too much?" he asked, his eyes meeting mine with a sort of comforting innocence, "I could stop if you'd like."

"N-No, just, big. You're big," I mumbled, blushing madly when the words escaped my mouth. Maker, I felt so helpless and weak. But, for some reason I liked it.

He laughed at my red face, kissing my lips sweetly, "Would you like more, or was I right about you only being able to take my fingers?"

I refused to let him win, to let him bask in all his glory of being right about a statement. "No, more, I can take more."

Obi-Wan shook his head in amusement. I knew this was entertaining to him, watching me try to bend until I break under him. He eased himself more into me, my walls squeezing him tightly as he did so. As his tip started making itself more into me, the more I could feel his thickness. It felt like he was splitting me in half, slowly but surely.

I moaned out in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. It really did feel uncomfortable taking all of him without preparation, but I had to show him I wasn't as weak as he thought I was.

"If you don't want me to think you are weak, maybe don't scrunch up your nose like that every time I move," Obi-Wan said, laughing at my facial expressions.

I smacked his arm, making him mischievously move his hips. I let out a gasp, the feeling of him moving inside of me sending shock waves up my spine. Obi-Wan cocked an eyebrow, "Oh? Did someone like that?" He moved his hips again, eliciting another gasp from me, this one bleeding into a moan.

A deep laugh emitted from deep in his chest, his face leaning down and his lips capturing mine in a loving kiss. He slightly pulled away so only his breath could be felt against my lips, his forehead touching mine in a Mandalorian kiss. "Are you ready, my darling?"

I nodded against him, leaning up to kiss him once again. One of Obi-Wan's hands was pressed to mine, intertwining our fingers and his other hand laying a gentle hold on my waist. Obi pulled back slowly before thrusting himself back into me. I moaned into our kiss, my thighs locking around his waist. The feeling was better than I expected. I'd heard stories from the older padawans - like me and Obi-Wan - and they always told me that sex was overrated. Maybe it was. But making love to someone certainly felt perfect.

I couldn't help but let my head fall limp under him as he kept a slow pace of thrusting in and out of me, his cock dragging along my walls so deliciously. He was girthy, and I could feel my walls still gripping him like a vice. I whimpered underneath him, watching his cock disappear into my greedy hole as he continued to pump himself in and out of me.

"Obi, it- you feel so good," I moaned, my free hand caressing his chest. "You're.. you're so big, oh kriff." Obi-Wan gave a deep thrust into me as I spoke, making my words falter.

"Such a good girl, taking me so well. So good for me, my dear," he cooed, watching my face relax in pleasure as he sped up his pace.

I didn't know if it was abnormal or not, but the feeling of climax rose to my throat and my stomach heated like fire to wood. "Obi- I.. nn Obi! 'M gonna-" a thick finger pressed against my mouth, shushing me.

"I know, I can feel you tightening around me," he said with a deep groan as I started to pulse even more, "Cum for me, my love."

With a long moan, my eyes rolled into the back of my head, cunt clenching down onto Obi-Wan's length as I came on it. Obi-Wan panted before quickly pulling out of me, only to cum on my stomach and thighs without warning. I felt empty, but so utterly fucked out at the same time.

My hands reached up to cup his cheeks. "Obi," I breathed out, heavy breaths falling against his face, "I love you, more than anyone or anything in this galaxy. Not even the Jedi Order can compare."

His boyish smile perked up at my words, "Oh, darling. If you only knew how much more I've loved you, how long I've yearned for you to say those words to me."

I captured his lips in a well-waited kiss as Obi-Wan collapsed next to me, refusing to break it, and pulling me on top of him. I guess I wasn't the only one that was young, dumb, and in love.

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