Fictional Character Imagine [Smut]

Ben Solo/Kylo Ren

Ask me a Question (Ben Solo x Reader) // Star Wars
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Ben's steps were hurried but contained to scuffing along the marble floors. His mother kept a sturdy pace, as well as his uncle, but they both had considerably smaller strides than him, leaving him in an awkward rushed walk that could only be taken in half-steps.

"Did you hear what your uncle said, Ben?" His mother raised a brow at him, continuing to walk.

"...I have to be on my best behaviour?" He guessed. His ears had tuned out the monotonous flow of instructions in favour of focusing on the lavish architecture of the Senate building of Chandrilla. The art that hang off the tall walls detailed in chronological order the Old Republic, then its fall, continuing to the Jedi Order and so on.

Luke stopped walking, placing his hands on his nephew's shoulders.

"All you really need to know is that the Senator needs a good bodyguard. If you can be that for her, your mother and I will be very happy."

Ben shrugged. "Piece of cake."

Leia gave him a pointed look. "Please take this seriously. There have been a few threats on her life; from people who still champion the Empire and its order, people who are serious about reforming it again."

"Don't worry, mom." He smirked, giving her his usual charming head tilt. "You can count on me."

"I'm glad to hear it." She nodded, then guided him into the room which held the prized Senator he had to guard.

His first impression was that she was very young. Probably around the same age as him, except she looked about ten times wiser than him and had a beautiful dress on to accentuate the radiant face that looked up to greet him.

She stood, brushing the skirts of her dress flat before she extended a slender hand that fit in his so perfectly, so soft that the thought of asking which hand moisturiser she used was a legitimate thing that crossed his mind.

"You must be Ben." She smiled politely, looking between the tall, broad young man and his relatives. "I've heard so much about you."

You didn't exactly feel secure while Ben Solo was around, but a part of you felt weirdly safe. Here was this really big young man, and that was the part which made you believe he could protect your life, as well as the lightsaber hanging at his belt. But the more you watched him, the more you struggled to make out a threatening person.

He sat on your desk chair, feet up and some sort of cube in his hands that he was fiddling with. He would randomly spurt odd questions onto you, some of which really threw you off.

"Do you work closely with my mother?" He'd ask.

"Yes," you'd reply, "she was a sort of sponsor to me when I was learning how to be a Senator."