force choke me, anakin

Walking over, he wraps his hands around your waist, nuzzling your neck. “Being with you is always fun,” He hums when you reach for his hair, running your hands through his blonde locks affectionately. “Are you sleepy?”

You can tell what his tone is implying, and if you can’t, the way his big, strong hands are gripping your waist gives you all the info you need. Anakin isn’t subtle when he wants you, plus there is no way you can say no when his lips begin to trail their way down your shoulders the way he is doing right now.  “I’m not,” You mumble, crooking your head. “Are you?”

“Not at all,” He whispers, chuckling when he feels you shivering. His teeth scrape the skin on your shoulder, digging them softly. His bite is gentle yet firm… you can tell it is going to be a long night. “I saw you fidgeting in your seat, was the movie that boring?”

“You know, being two hours sitting at the movies makes me a little restless, Ani.”

“You don’t seem restless when you are sitting on my cock for two hours.”

Rolling your eyes, you gasp when Anakin bites you harder. “What was that for?”

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

Keeping an arm around your waist, he drags you to the bed, pushing you into the plush mattress. Opening your arms to welcome him gladly, Anakin positions on top of you, settling in between your spread legs. His lips find yours, melting them in a heated kiss. The shift in his body language is instant, his caresses become eager and demanding; Anakin’s hands roam everywhere they can reach, cupping your breasts and yanking the bra cups down. 

You moan his name, aware of how much that breathy sound riles him up. Anakin groans in response, lowering his head to lick your left nipple until you moan again. Using his free hand to unzip your jeans, you lift your hips off the bed eagerly, always seeking the pleasure your older boyfriend has to offer. In no time, Anakin’s lips trail lower and lower with wet, sensual kisses. His head makes its way between your thighs, his nose nudging the center of your clothed core as his hands squeeze your thighs. Your jeans are uncomfortable stretching at your ankles, but when his tongue comes in contact with the damp fabric, you forget about it completely. 

“I can’t believe you are this wet already,” He mocks you, closing his eyes, cock twitching at the lovely scent of your arousal. “Do you like me that much, angel?”

“Can you stop teasing me?” You whine, draping an arm over your face. “Baby— would you mind?”

“Alright, alright…” He chuckles, using his index to slide your panties to the side. “Can’t let me have some fun, can you?” His tongue licks a lazy stripe between your folds, watching you squirm with attentive ocean eyes. Anakin sighs at the taste, relieved to finally taste you, to finally devour you. 

The tip of his tongue circles your clit slowly. He knows it drives you mad— he knows he drives you mad. His game continues, alternating between licks, flicks, and a smooth suck. Purposely neglecting the slick that threatens to make a mess on the sheets. Pulling back quickly, he spits on your pussy, smirking when your hips jolt at the nasty act. Smearing his saliva with his tongue, Anakin mixes it with your wetness, making sure to keep it sloppy— just like he likes it.

“Fuck,” You groan loudly, dragging the k as he slides his tongue inside your eager cunt. “That feels so good, please,”

“Really?” He asks sarcastically, licking his lips. “Thanks for letting me know, sweetheart. I was dying.”

You are about to protest when his lips return to your throbbing clit, sucking it harder this time. There is no objection either when his index and middle finger enter you, spreading your walls and curling to reach for your g-spot. It happens so quickly, although, to be fair— and to boost his ego— there’s little he does that it doesn’t get you this wet. Speeding his thrusts, there is no doubt that his boxers have a large wet spot, seeing you like this make him leak, which is just as pathetic as the way you are twitching and grinding against his face.

Your hand yanks his curls, pressing his face against your center with impatience. Anakin groans when you do so, and the deep sound that reverberates through his chest sends another wave of slick, coating his fingers— even more— and creating that pretty noise that he loves. 

“I can feel you tightening, princess,” Anakin mumbles, cheeks flushed by the way your thighs squeeze his head. “Are you going to come?”

Nodding desperately, you can’t even beg him to rush it. You want it now, you want him now. “Yes!” You choke, biting the back of your hand. 

“Aren’t you fucking gorgeous?” 

Granting you your precious wish, Anakin focuses on rubbing the spongy spot that makes you trash and rave while still sucking your swollen clit. He can already imagine how good you will feel squeezing his cock like that— the thought alone makes him harder. 

When your orgasm reaches its peak, you swear you are touching heaven. Your moans reach the skies as well— you are glad Obi-Wan offered to babysit the twins for the night. Your boyfriend groans at the sight, nibbling your bud delicately, as he continues torturing you with his fingers, prolonging your orgasm as much as he can. Withdrawing his fingers, he replaces them with his tongue, licking and practically slurping everything he can.