clone wars/star wars oneshots

Obi wan pt.2 (smut)

Without warning, Obi grabbed me, rolling us over, and in a swift motion, he stood up and threw me over his shoulder. I stifled a squeal, the thrill of the surprise making my heart race even faster.

Obi leaned down to whisper to Quin, "We'll be back... Just, uh... we're just grabbing a drink." Despite how focused Quin was on the movie, he wasn't oblivious. He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Yep, makes sense. You two are way too thirsty," he replied, amusement in his voice.

Obi's room was only a few down from Quin's, and as soon as we had entered, he set me down on the ground, placing one hand on my waist and the other in the crook of my neck before crashing his lips into mine.

He was so perfect. Almost too perfect. He drove me mad in so many ways. The way he would call me darling, the way he would smirk at me, the way he said my name, just everything was so... Obi-wan.

His lips were smooth, and he smelt so, so good. There quite literally wasn't a single thing about him that I didn't love. I tangled my fingers in his auburn hair as he pulled me flush against him by my waist. I breathed in sharply at this, making Obi-wan smile into the kiss.

It didn't take long for him to move his hands down, gently running them down my sides, and mumbling "Jump, darling," against my skin somewhere between my lips and my ear. I obliged, and Obi lifted me with ease, taking a few steps, and pressing my back against the wall before continuing to make out with me.

It was heaven. He was heaven. He began to trail his kisses away from my lips, down my jawline, and to my neck and collarbone. I dragged my fingers through his hair again as he continued, and I attempted to suppress how deep and uneven my breathing had become. To no avail. As Obi left the base of my neck where he had been marking me different shades of red, purple and blue, he attached his lips to a particular spot right beneath my ear on the side of my neck.

Before I could stop myself, a breathy whimper escaped my lips, causing Obi-wan to let out a low huff,

"You're so cute, you know that love?" He chuckled. His voice was deep and intoxicating, but he paused to speak only for a moment before attacking my neck with more desire. Involuntarily, I let out his name in a quiet moan as he began giving me a hickey right on that sweet spot.

"Obi," My head fell back against the wall

At that , he pulled me away, carrying me over to his bed and placing me down before crawling on top of me and kissing me on the lips once more. When  Obi tried to pull away, I attempted to follow him, however I was stopped by his hand around my neck. Not too much pressure. Nothing that would hurt, but plenty enough to make me let out quite a loud noise somewhere in between a whine and a whimper. I clapped a hand over my mouth, looking slightly distressed at Obi.

He merely chuckled, pulling my hand away from my mouth, "You're so adorable, my girl,"

I squirmed under him, the pet names were driving me crazy. "Oh you like when I call you my girl, darling?" I pushed my face into his shoulder, trying to hide the heat that had flushed my face, "You like when I call you my pretty girl? My good girl? My love?"

I nodded into his shirt, breathing shakily and squirming again. Obi smiled, kissing me on the cheek, then the temple, then the forehead and all over my face and neck. I started going bright red. "Don't be shy with me darling, I'm not going to laugh at you," he took in the wide eyed expression I was struggling to contain "Maker, you're adorable."

"Obi, stop," I turned my head away, butterflies having a field day in my stomach.

"Stop what?" he gave me a few pecks all over my face.