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the small hotel smelt like old wood and beer that had sat out for a week. cracks littered the wallpaper clad walls, and the floorboards creaked with every step. but, you didn’t care. anything was good enough for you at the moment. you’d spent over twenty four hours awake with leon trying to save the president’s daughter. the things you had seen in the last day were enough to traumatize a whole generation. you were unbelievably exhausted, your muscles ached and your eye lids felt heavy. as your eyes rested on the bed, you groaned.

“guess the clerk was dumb enough to give us one bed,” leon scoffed behind you, “told her i wanted two. maybe she’s going senile.”

you let out a laugh at his words, shaking your head. “don’t make fun of the poor old woman, she probably just didn’t know.” you moved toward the couch, starting to take off all your gear. you let out some pained noises as the gear slid off of your sore muscles.

“you alright?” leon asked, wiping off his combat knife as he glanced toward you. he was sitting on the bed, manspreading, his dirty boots leaving tracks along the old wooden floor.

“m’fine,” you mumbled, sitting down on the couch, rubbing your temples.

“you don’t look fine,” he answered, standing up. “y’know what helps me after missions like this? massages.”

your gaze met his and you looked at him like he was speaking a foreign language. “massages?”

“yeah, massages.” he motioned you to come sit on the bed. “come here.”

you huffed out a sigh, moving to sit on the bed. you sat criss cross, your back facing leon. “really?”

“just shut up, trust me. it’ll help.” he stated sternly, his hands moving to your shoulders.

he started to rub the sore muscles, his fingers digging into you with a mix of pain and relief. you let out a soft groan. “fuck, that feels good.”

“see? i told you.” he chuckled, continuing to knead the sore areas.

you let out a soft noise, his fingers working your back so diligently. little did you know, each sound you made— made leon more flustered. his cheeks heating up slightly, his cargo pants tightening. he swallowed hard, his hands moving down your back. leon’s breathing started to pick up, he was an agent— fought monsters for godsake. why do you have such an effect over him? he was mentally cursing himself before he had an idea. he wanted to see how far he could take this until he found out if you felt the same way— or if he was just gonna make a fool out of himself.

his hands continued to trail across your back, rubbing the sore muscles. he leaned in, his breath fanning across your neck. your breath hitched, you were confused— what was he doing?

“uh… leon?” you stammered slightly.

“yeah?” he replied, his voice low and a bit raspy, different from the way it usually sounded.

“what’re you doing?..” you asked, you were still confused, oblivious to leon’s ongoing actions.

“you keep making those noises.. wanna hear more of them.” he whispered against your skin before his lips made contact, kissing along the backside of your neck.

your breath hitched, was he kissing you? you couldn’t deny that leon was attractive, hell, he was gorgeous. his blonde hair, blue eyes, and muscular frame…

“turn around for me, yeah? face me.” leon said firmly, already spinning you around to face him.

your eyes met his, the tension in the room was palpable, you could feel your palms starting to sweat— your face felt like it was on fire and your heart was about to beat out of your chest.

leon got onto his knees in front of you, spreading your legs. he could already see the tent of your erection poking through your work cargos, leon almost groaned at the sight. his hands gently ran across your thighs until coming up to undo your belt. you watched him with half lidded eyes, leaning back on the palms of your hands against the mattress.

he swiftly pulled down your pants, eyeing your length inside of your boxers. “god, you’re so hot..”

you swallowed hard at his words, squirming slightly as he leaned in and pressed kisses along your clothed length. “l-leon.. are you sure?..”

he nodded, “yeah, i’m pretty sure i wanna do this.” he let out a soft chuckle, before pulling down your boxers.

your cock sprang out, hitting your stomach. leon thought he’d drool at the sight of you, all patient and waiting for him. his blue eyes gazed up into yours before taking you in his mouth, starting to suck on your length, his hand taking what couldn’t fit inside of his mouth.

you bit back a moan, your head falling back as you felt his warm mouth engulf your dick. he moved at a slow pace at first, just gauging your reaction— every little noise or scrunch of your nose in pleasure. he was living for this, watching you crumble and fall apart just for him.

he started to move faster, his eyes not leaving your face as he bobbed his head harder on your length, earning a loud moan from you. one of your free hands came up to grip his hair, clenching around the straight blonde locks. “f-fuck.. leon..”

he groaned at the sound of his name on your tongue, vibrations shooting through your body. your hips jerked up into his mouth, seeking more friction— but he immediately shut that down, pinning your hips against the bed with his free hand. his blue eyes told a story, telling you, ‘let me take care of you.’

you let a whimper, his head moving faster, his hand in sync. you thought you were about to see stars, the coil in your lower stomach threatening to explode.

“s-shit.. leon.. i’m about to cum.” you stammered out, gripping onto his hair tighter, “slow down..”

but, he didn’t. he didn’t slow down. he kept up his fast pace, eyeing you as you turned into a groaning mess. hips trying to jerk up against him but failing as his strong hand kept you in place.

you whined as you spilled into his mouth, come coating the back of his throat. you panted loudly, chest heaving as leon let you ride out your high before pulling away.

he swallowed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “head also helps with post-mission stress.”

the sounds of clicking filled the small office space in your skyline apartment in coruscant. you were a wealthy senator, elegant and pristine. your long flowy dresses influenced girls across the galaxy, you were the number one role model— fierce yet beautiful, strong and courageous, feminine but headstrong. you fought for what you believed in, and that’s what anakin skywalker loved most about you. he was a jedi, reckless and impulsive, charming and cunning, handsome yet powerful— and absolutely yours. he was the chosen one— prophesied to lead balance to the force. he was a war general… a strong one at that. your husband had been away at war for weeks, fantasizing about the next time he’d see his doted wife. the one who fought so hard for the people, who stood up for what she believed in, the one who was so perfect that he couldn’t see a single flaw. he was undoubtedly in love, head over heals, movie style romance; one where he couldn’t fathom ever living a life without you in it. he was absolutely infatuated.

he’d stay awake at night, fantasizing about your body. he couldn’t decide what he liked more… your thighs, your hips, your waist, your boobs, or your perfect round ass. as he thought about you, his pants tightened. his beautiful, beloved wife. anakin gripped the pants of his jedi robes, gently stroking himself through the fabric. he let out a small groan, “fuck, what do you do to me?”

when anakin returned home, he was on a mission. he wanted to find out if he had a preference, wanted to see which position felt best to put you in, what you looked most beautiful in as you took in his cock. he scrambled to unlock the door, the metallic machinery sliding open as he stormed through the apartment, searching for you.

you couldn’t bother to hear the door open to your apartment, your focus was on writing the next speech for the upcoming senate meeting. you only had a couple days, and you needed to get your intel onto paper— creating a persuasive argument against the war and how it was effecting the people of coruscant and the republic. you typed away, your gaze solely on the holo-device in front of you. the glow of the screen illuminating your features under the dim lighting of the room. only the city lights shining in through your window. it was late, you knew it. you needed to head to bed soon, you groaned. a slight headache forming, the pain shooting through your temples. the screen light making it even worse.

“force,” you whispered softly to yourself, “i need to go to bed.”

you huffed, reluctantly pulling away from the screen— your eyes meeting the doorway. you froze, blinking.

“…anakin?” you stated softly as you saw your husband standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

“i was wondering when you were going to notice me, my love.” he chuckled, pushing off the wall and stepping into the room. “said you needed to go to bed, yeah?”

you blinked again, utterly stunned. he had come back so soon? you thought he would be out for another week or so? a million thoughts raced your mind but all of them only came to one conclusion— your husband was home.

a grin appeared on your face, “ani.. you’re home..” you made your way over to him, wrapping your arms around him, nuzzling your face into his chest— your cheeks resting against the soft fabric of his clone wars armor.

anakin snorted out a laugh, “happy to see me?” he wrapped his arms around you in response, pulling you tighter against his chest. but, the need inside him was growing. you were right in his arms, where he wanted you to be— yet, his curiosity still grew. “my love?”

you lifted your head from his chest, looking up at his blue eyes, “yes, ani?”

“i want to… try something. something ive been thinking about since i was away.” he started, gauging your features for any sort of hesitance.

“like what?” you asked, tilting your head slightly to the side in curiosity.

he sighed, glancing away. “it’s.. complicated. it’s better if i show you, alright?”

you were confused by his vague answer but nonetheless agreed, “yeah, uh— alright. what do you need to show me?”

he glanced back down, his gaze meeting yours once again. “i want to show you how much i love you.” his fingers reached up to trail your jawline, a hungry yet desire-filled expression filled his eyes. one you knew all too well.

“you must’ve missed me, huh?” you teased, letting out a small laugh.

he gently shook his head, chuckling, “more than you could imagine, my love.” his fingers still grazed your chin, lifting it up slightly to look up straighter into his lustful gaze. “i need you, y/n, please.”

your breath hitched at his words, anakin was a desperate man for you. he’d always been. ever since you first got together, he’d always worshiped the ground you walked on, but this tone of voice was something you’d never heard before— it was different. needy. hungry. missing you so much was driving him close to insanity, his mind racing with only thoughts of you. his vision was clouded, he could barely even focus on the tasks at war. all his thoughts led back to the most important thing in his life, you.

you nodded slightly, “y-yeah, okay. yeah. i’m here, ani. you always have me.”

as you said that, you felt hands immediately on you— scooping you up into his arms, carrying you bridal style.

“ani!” you cried out, half-exasperated, half-turned on.

he laughed out, carrying you toward the bedroom, his heavy footsteps echoing throughout the empty halls, “you said that i always could have you.”

you laughed softly at his words, he was right— you did say that.

he gently set you on the bed, standing as he stripped out his armor, the metal clattering onto the floor.

“get out of that dress, baby. i wanna see you.” he mumbled, watching you impatiently as he got out of his shirt, his muscles looked even more refined then they did weeks ago. small scars littered his chest, his mechanical arm itching to touch you.

your gaze lingered on your husband’s body for a moment before you followed his command, slipping off your gown, leaving you just in your panties.

anakin thought he’d drool at the sight, his pants feeling tighter as his eyes gazed over you, “you’re so beautiful..” he moved over you, positioning himself ontop of you, his forearms resting next to your head. he smirked slyly down at you, his blue eyes roaming over the features of your face.

“hi ani,” you giggled, spreading your legs so he could lay in between them. your hand finding his cheek, rubbing soft absentminded circles across his skin.

“hey,” he answered, chuckling at your small giggle. he leaned forward, pressing kisses on your face, trailing across your jawline and neck. your breath hitched slightly as he started to suck on your pulse point. his lips grazing across your soft skin.

“i can’t get enough of you,” he whined against your neck, “you’re just so perfect.” his lips found your in a heated kiss, he kissed you like a starving man, like you were oxygen and he needed you to breathe. his tongue slipped past your lips, crashing against yours. his free hand slid down your body, feeling your curves under his calloused hands. he groaned softly, kissing you more eagerly as his hand found a place on your waist— gripping tightly.

you let out a small noise of content, matching his eager kiss with fervor. your hands moving to tangle in his dirty blonde locks, feeling the curls underneath your fingertips.

he broke away from the kiss, trailing down your neck once more, “so fucking perfect.” his voice was low and raspy and reverberated against your skin. he kissed down your neck til he reached your chest, starting to suck and kiss on your nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. you gasped, back arching into him instinctively.

he chuckled as you arched into him, moving to the other breast to give them the same affection. “i love everything about you..” his other hand reaching up to massage your breast, squeezing the soft tissue.

anakin’s thoughts were clouded by your sounds, your voice, the way you responded to him. but, his mind was only thinking of one thing— what was his favorite thing about you? was it your boobs? he sure did like them, all soft and ready for him to give attention to. he couldn’t decide and it was killing him, everything about you was perfect in his eyes. how could a woman make a man as strong as him so weak and soft?

he moved away from your breast, kissing down your stomach, eyeing you as he trailed down your soft skin. your gaze met his, your eyes were filled with slight impatience, waiting for him to get to the place where you wanted him most.

he reached your panties, white laced ones. he always felt you looked so delicate in these, he could already see the damp spot forming from your arousal. it made his breath hitch, his dick straining against his pants. “force, the things you do to me..”

he pressed a soft peck against your heat, feeling you squirm underneath him. “ani!” you shouted, not fully expecting him to do that.

he laughed softly against the fabric, licking a stripe up the cloth. “yeah?”

“you—“ you stammered, partially sitting up now, your elbows holding up your body. then, he did it again, licking the fabric, getting hints of the taste of your slick against his tongue. in an instant, he tore your underwear off, discarding them somewhere in the room before diving in. his tongue circling your clit, his eyes watching as your head tipped back in pleasure. maybe this was his favorite thing, watching you come apart from just his tongue.

he groaned at the taste of you, his hips jerking against the mattress as his hands moved to stabilize your hips. “you taste so fucking good, baby.” his tongue teased your entrance before moving back up to suck on your clit. you moaned in response, hands gripping the sheets underneath you as you watched him devour you. he looked so beautiful like this, pupils blown with desire, his face slightly flushed, strong biceps and veiny hands holding your hips in place, tongue attacking you. you swear, you could come from just the sight of him. he’d always been keen on making sure you were dealt with, anakin got pleasure in making sure you were feeling good. sometimes, he didn’t even care about getting off. as long as you were able to.

as he ate you out, he couldn’t help from grinding against the mattress. he was so hard it hurt, but you came first— you always did.

you were in complete and utter bliss, the feeling of his tongue against your slick folds, the way his hands gripped onto your hips tightly.. you could feel the knot in your lower stomach forming— ready to snap at any moment, “a-ani.. please don’t stop.” you muttered out in between whines, you collapsed against the mattress, your head moving back against the pillow.

he only groaned in response, not stopping to give you an answer, obeying your words. your hand reached down to grip onto his hair, needing to be close to him— to feel him, to hold onto anything. he whined softly as your hands tightened against his hair, his eyes gazing over your form as he watched you start to unravel. he moved one his hands from your hip, moving to cup and knead at your breast. your legs shook as you came on his tongue, moaning his name loud enough that surely parts of coruscant could hear. anakin let you ride out your high, not stopping until your body became slightly slack against the bed.

anakin lifted up from between your thighs, licking his lips. his chin was coated in your slick, glistening in the dim lighting of your shared bedroom. “i’m not done with you yet.”

you whined at his words, exhaustion slightly hitting you. “what?”

he crawled up so he was on top of you again, his arms resting next to your head, holding up his weight. “i said i wanted to try something. i wanna know my favorite thing about my girl, wanna see if really, everything is just my favorite.” he smirked slightly, his eyes filled with slight mischief.

you scoffed, “anakin…” you paused, thinking about it for a moment, “alright… where do you wanna start?”

“like this, my love.” he answered, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before sitting up to slip off his pants and boxers. he threw them somewhere across the room, crawling back on top of you. his tip was red and leaking, so hard that he ached.

your gaze drifted over your husbands body, just taking him in. his abs glistened with a sheen sheet of sweat, everything about him was just so…

you gasped as you felt him slide in, you weren’t really expecting the sudden intrusion— you were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even notice him aligning with your entrance.

“you alright, baby? you need a minute?” he asked softly, his voice slightly shaky from the feeling of your walls clenching around his length. “fuck..”

his head fell between the crook of your neck, trying his damn hardest to not move. he wanted this to be enjoyable for you, he couldn’t be selfish and take what he wanted— not from you. his hands rubbed against your waist, trying to soothe you.

“sorry ani.. it’s just been a minute,” you answered, a slight breathlessness to your voice as you tried to adjust to his size.

“don’t apologize, my love. take your time.” he responded, pressing light kisses to your neck. “i hate having to be away from you. missed this feeling so much.. dreamt of it while i was away.”

you let out a slight whine at his words, “y-you can move now.. just slowly.”

he nodded, starting to move his hips in a slow pace— his dick pulling out almost all the way before slowly sliding back inside. he groaned against your neck, the heat from his breath fanning across your skin. “force, you feel amazing. my gorgeous girl..”

he bit down on his lip, moving from the crook of your neck to hover over you, his eyes meeting yours. “you look so good like this.. so fuckin’ pretty.” his blue eyes scanned over your flushed cheeks, how your lips were slightly parted, hair sticking to your forehead. this was a sight he could never get tired of. instinctively, he started to move a bit faster, his pace increasing slightly. he couldn’t control himself, not when you looked this good.

you felt him start to speed up, your breath coming out in short pants. your hand trailed over the muscle on his bicep as he moved to hook your leg around his waist, to drive deeper into you. “a-ani..”

“yeah, baby? feels good for you?” anakin asked, biting his lip again as he stared down at you.

you nodded, a soft moan escaping your lips.

“tell me then, tell me how good it feels,” he whimpered breathlessly, “please.”

you swallowed hard, trying to find your voice in amidst the pleasure, “f-feels so good, ani. force.. i love how you take care of me.”

“yeah? you love how i treat you, baby?” he smirked, starting to drive harder into you, earning a loud moan in response. force, you felt so incredible. he was already so close, but he held it back— he wanted to prolong this for as long as possible. he wanted to watch you unravel on his cock for as many times as you would allow it. “fuck.”

your nails gripped into the muscle of his shoulders, leaving crescent shaped indents on his skin. “i love this so much..” your voice was barely above a whisper, it was so hard to talk— to think clearly when all your senses were surrounded by him.

he suddenly pulled out, sitting back on his heels as he pushed your thighs forward against you, “what’re you doing?”

“new position,” he stated nonchalantly, he marveled at the sight of your thighs pressed against yourself. he reached out to grip at the plush skin, holding your leg in place. “stay like this for me? okay?”

you nodded, the slight burn of being stretched out like this flooded your senses but immediately disappeared as you felt him push back in again, his dick went deeper inside of you, hitting spots you didn’t even know were possible. “o-oh fuck..”

“should’ve tried this one out a long time ago,” he chuckled, starting to thrust into at the same pace he was going before— it was still soft, not too hard or slow. just, gauging before he started to go rougher. he still had a thought in the back of his mind that prevented him from going too rough. he never wanted to hurt you. that was the last thing he’d ever want.

you knew him like the back of your hand, you could tell he was holding back, “you.. you can go rougher if you want, ani..”

anakin glanced up at you once more, reading your face. “you sure? i don’t wanna hurt you.”

“i’ll tell you if it’s too much,” you replied, he hesitated for a moment, his thrusts slowing for a moment. before he noticed the look on your face, you were serious. he let out a sigh, pushing your thighs down more, gripping on them before driving into you.

his pace was hard and rough, repeatedly hitting that gummy spot inside of you. you moaned out, borderline screaming as he fucked you. “yeah? you like this?”

you nodded, unable to comprehend words as his dick slid in and out of you at such a fast pace. anakin moaned out, slurring out curses underneath his breath. his dick was practically throbbing inside of you, he’d never fucked you like this before— and force was it amazing.

in a second, he pulled out of you, flipping you over on your stomach, manhandling you. he pulled your hips up, your back arched as he reentered you. gazing down at your ass, watching it bounce with every thrust. “fuck, y/n.”

his head felt dizzy, completely entranced by you and the need to feel you. the grip on your hips was bruising, slamming into you so hard, you thought he’d tear you open. but, it didn’t hurt— any pain was replaced with undeniable pleasure. your moans filled the room, obscene slapping sounds echoing from the walls.

“this is definitely my favorite,” he groaned out, “fucking you like this. watching you fall apart on me, so lost on my dick you can’t even talk— force.” your walls clenched around him at his words, you didn’t even realize how close you were until you came.

“a-ani!” you cried out, your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks. anakin glanced down at where your bodies met, your slick coating his cock like ring.

he let out a loud whine, his hips stuttering as he felt your walls clenched around him hard. he couldn’t hold back any longer, his come spilling into you, hot and sticky. he whimpered, he’d never come so hard before in his life. he let you both ride out your highs before he collapsed on the side of the bed next to you, panting hard.

his closed his eyes, unable to speak as he came down from his high.

your legs were shaking, your whole body felt weak but you turned toward him, moving to cuddle against him.

he wrapped an arm around you, his chest still moving up and down rapidly. “i love you.”

“i love you too, ani.” you mumbled softly, “thank you. that was really good.”

he chuckled, “i should be thanking you. realized what my favorite thing about you is.”

“what is it?” you asked, sleepily, forcing your eyes to stay open.

“watching you come apart like that. fucking you like that. showing you how much i love you.” he answered, turning on his side to hold you closer. “never letting you go.”