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You Should Try the Fruit

Pairing – Padmé Amidala x Jedi F!Reader

Summary – On a trip to Naboo, Padmé invites you to her chambers to try some of her sweet fruit.

Word Count – 2103

Warnings – Mentions of nudity, sexual themes, and a buttload of innuendos.

A/N – I interrupt the usual scheduled broadcast of male content to bring you a lesbian-filled Padmé reader insert.

As much as I wanted to, I didn't end up writing any smut. I'd be happy to write a smutty follow up if requested.

Naboo was a beautiful planet, overrun by lush flora that cascaded along the immense terrain, with architecture that encapsulated your gaze every time you looked outside your window into the town. What was more beautiful than the landscape of Naboo, was the former queen that derived from it.

Padmé was more beautiful than any creature you had seen before, and she was still a queen in your eyes even after her new political career. Both you and Anakin held the same admiration for lovely Amidala, yet you felt regretful for Anakin when Padmé was the one reciprocating your feelings and not his. You couldn’t often help but stare at the politician when she was in the same room as you, and whenever she caught your adorning gaze, your heart would swell at her flustered appearance.

It wasn’t appropriate for a Jedi to have a relationship with a senator, you and her both knew it too well. A confession of love was never exchanged between the two of you, and neither of you made any obvious advancements to each other especially when alone. When the assassination attempts started, she requested you, personally to be her bodyguard. You of course were content with having to be around the woman for longer. Some nights she would usher you inside of her room to talk and joke around when she had trouble sleeping. The other male Jedi who would stand guard would not have any objection to another female entering her room, so the secrecy remained intact.

She was like your best friend, and whenever she was having one of her political predicaments, you would always try to offer any piece of advice you could muster. She enjoyed your company and the fact that you were very much the middle ground when it came to politics. You didn’t know what most of the words she said meant, but you were so infatuated with her that you gave her your undying support and agreed to every point she made.

A senatorial trip to Naboo was necessary for Padmé, and you graciously accepted her request as her bodyguard yet again and travelled with her to her marvellous home planet. You couldn’t believe the luxuries within the palace of Naboo when you were temporarily housed during your stay. Pillars of stone and marble were delicately carved with the most pristine details you had ever laid eyes on, and the walls stretched far above your head. What you loved the most was how the light always filled every room and hall you walked into. Naboo was always a sunny and tropical planet, and you felt yourself wanting to retire your Jedi lifestyle and live out your days here.

Your ship had arrived a day too early, and Padmé’s presence wasn’t required yet, so she was given a day of leisure. You were requested to her chambers a few hours after she started camping out in it since you landed. When you entered, the warm sunlight beautifully decorated the room as it did for all of them, and you saw her seated at a small desk in front of open arches that let in most of the sunlight. She stood from her chair when you entered, and you bowed in return.

“You must be sweltering under all those robes. Truly, you Jedi never fail to impress me with your resilience.” She had broken the ice and started to make her way toward you. As she approached, her whole body was now exposed and no longer obstructed by the ornate desk she previously had been hiding behind. Her dress was made of a fine and sheer material, perfect for the current climate. And because the fabric was so thin, you could see the way it draped over her breasts, and her nipples protruding against it. When you glanced and saw them, it was very brief. You didn’t want your beloved senator to think you were perverted and dismiss you from ever joining her on a trip again.

She walked behind you and reached up to dip her fingers under your robes. She pulled it back and you allowed the outerwear to slip from your body. She chucked it on a nearby seat before walking around in front of you. She started to reach for the belt on your tunic but your hands grabbed her wrists in protest.

“Please, Senator. You don’t have to.” Your voice was quiet when you spoke, and the look she gave you in return was just as soft.

“I want to.” She said, her voice coated in sweetness as the words dripped off her tongue. You let go of her supple skin and watched as she fiddled with the material until you were free of the clothing to your upper half. She walked around like she did before and pried it from your body, where it joined the other piece of your uniform. You stood before her in the thin clothing that was hidden under your robes. You were, unfortunately, not as naked as you’d like to be, but it was nice to have the heavy costuming gone from your body.

She then snaked her arm under your own and urged you to walk with her. She stopped before a loveseat at the edge of the room, veiled in plush blankets and pillows, and she urged you to sit with her. There was a short table in front that sat a bowl of exotic and vibrant-coloured fruit.

“I should let you borrow one of my many dresses one day. I own far too many, and it is unfair that you must suffer under all those layers.” She joked, and you couldn’t help but smile at her. The sun that drowned the room in its light allowed you to take into appreciation of her appearance. Her skin was smooth and soft, reflecting the warmth of the sunlight, and you always relished in the feeling anytime she took your hand or the way it would brush your face anytime she tucked fallen strands of hair behind your ear. She had taken notice of your staring, and added another comment. “You would look very beautiful in them.” You must have accidentally swallowed caterpillars at some point because they had now decided to blossom into butterflies that danced inside of you at her words.

“I fear Master Windu might not feel quite as passionate as you do, Senator.” You made a soft laugh, and she did the same.

“Please, you needn’t call me that while we’re alone. You know I love it when you say my name.” She requested you. You couldn’t deny her plea when she looked as ravishing as she did.

“I would love to try on your stunning dresses, Padmé.” You told her, and her shoulders relaxed in a quiet sigh. It brought silence thereafter, so she changed the subject and turned her attention to the bowl of assorted fruits on the table. The bowl itself was a golden and ornate dish itself, long and somewhat deep to hold as many diverse off-world fruits as it could fit. Some were round and covered in fuzz, some had spikes, and some had a beautiful gradient colouring. You knew the people of Naboo are adamant about their fruit consumption, so it was no surprise that the former queen had plucked a large ovoid-shaped fruit, its colouring imitated a sunset, and held it in front of you.

“You should try the fruit.” She told you. You really wanted to try the fruit, her fruit more specifically. “It is difficult to import it to Coruscant, so it is best to enjoy the little things while they are here.” Spoken like a true leader. You always found her so fascinating, so inspiring. You loved her Naboo quirks on Coruscant, always craving fruit, the way she cut her food, her fashion taste. To you, she was perfect.

“I would normally cut into this on a platter, but since we’re alone…” It was more of a request for approval, and you gave it to her. You happily do anything for the goddess that sat beside you. She hummed to herself when she brought the fruit to her lips before sinking her teeth into it with grace. She made an odd noise and flinched after she had ripped a chunk of the fruit’s flesh into her mouth. You panicked when she did so, worried that she had hurt herself. She laughed to herself when she removed her full mouth from the fruit, and you could see the bright red liquid seeping from the fruit’s wound and running down her arm.

After the panic had died down, you saw the same red liquid bleeding from between her lips, now rolling down her chin and dripping onto her nice gown. She brought her other, clean hand to her chin and wiped away the forming pigmented droplets. You were too occupied by her soft lips, which were now stained from the juices of her delicacy.

After her little slip up, she focused her attention back on you while she chewed. Empty-handed, and mouth dry from your awe-induced panting from watching her indulge herself. She always made sure you were given the attention that you deserved, and it was something you always appreciated about her. Maybe it was her experience in her roles of ruling and leadership, but she always made sure you had a voice and an equal turn to share. She was never selfish. So, with the fruit pinched between her fingers, she lifted it close to your face.

“You should try the fruit.” She suggested. You never refused her. If she wanted you to kill every senator on Coruscant, you would do it without hesitation. She moved the fruit to your lips, insistent on feeding it to you herself, and you obliged. You opened your mouth, and she fitted the edge of the fruit gently inside your mouth. You sunk your teeth into the soft and fluffy flesh like Padmé had done prior, and bit into the part that intersected with her bite. Padmé had her mouth agape only partly when you took your bite, and she couldn’t detach her gaze from your lips. You felt its juices squirt into your mouth, the entire mound of flesh was drenched in wetness, and like the woman who didn’t expect the attack of liquid before you, you felt the juice begin to leak down your chin. With your Jedi instinct, before Padmé could tear the fruit from your lips, you slurped as much juice from your portion as you could, hopeful it would leave less mess on Padmé’s arms. Not that you minded the mess.

Your mouth now full of supple flesh and its juice, you began to chew. It was so soft in your mouth that you didn’t need to use your teeth, you could just close your jaw and the fruit would willingly compress itself, spitting out even more juice from within the confines of your mouth. You wanted to giggle at the messiness but before you could wipe the remnants away, Padmé was already onto it.

“Here, let me do it for you.” She whispered. She didn’t reach out to wipe the liquid away, instead, she leaned up close to you and her tongue darted around your chin, lapping up the sweet nectar and it slid upwards to your lips. Her mouth hugged yours, the sensation was blissful. It was better than you had ever fantasised. Her lips were so very soft, and the passion was growing at every passing moment you spent with your mouth latched to hers, moving in sync with each other.

Your overwhelming need for her evolved into you pushing your tongue into her mouth. You could taste the sweetness that laced her spit while your tongue danced around inside of her. Your hand reached up to hold the side of her head, and her own hands were preoccupied dragging your other hand past her dress, and you could indulge yourself in feeling every part of her flesh as she guided you to her chest. Your hand splayed out around her breast, and it was as soft as the rest of her skin. She made soft moans into your mouth as you caressed her, which ignited the heat between your legs. You wanted to drink her juices like you did the fruit, and you were just as tempting to her. For so long you had repressed the expression of admiration for Padmé, but now that you were on the serene planet of Naboo, you could finally show her how much you worship your queen.

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