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The quiet huff of laughter that you give is enough for Anakin to lift his head from his arms to glare at you. It’s not that you are trying to be mean about the situation, it’s just you never thought Anakin would be so upset about his men on the 501 having sex while on Coruscant. It’s not like they have been caught with the people in their barracks or have had any complaints made. You can’t wrap your head around why Anakin was so exasperated by the gloating his men do on occasions. 

“I am confused, that’s all.” You say with a soft smile. 

“Confused about what?” His voice is muffled as he buries his head into his arms again.

“Why it bothers you so much that the boys are sleeping around. It’s not like they let it affect their focus on the field or anything so why stress?” You tilt your head as you hear his muffled voice get quieter. “Anakin, I can’t hear you.”

“It’s not that…”

“Then what is it, Ani?”

He gives a heavy sigh as he lifts his head and gives you a deadpan look, “I’m jealous.” Before you could ask, he keeps talking. “I’m jealous that they have all these stories to share and I don’t have any to share.”

“So you feel left out during locker-room talk?” You tease before growing sincere. “Ani, who cares if you can’t share anything during sex conversations.”

“I care!”

“Then go get laid!”

“I can’t just go fuck a random person!” He declared loudly back before gasping and giving you a large grin. “You should sleep with me!”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because we are best friends and best friends help each other out.”

“Yeah… With helping them move or with planning a party.”

Anakin shrugs, “I don’t need to move or plan a party so you can help me with this.”

“I am not sleeping with you, Anakin!”

“Why not?”

You struggle to find what to exactly say, different noises and words leaving your mouth along with the occasional scoff. The issue is that you really don’t know why you shouldn’t but it just feels like you should most likely NOT sleep with your best friend and fellow Jedi Knight. To make it worse, the smug look on Anakin’s face tells you that he already knows he won the argument.

“Why me?” You ask instead of giving some bullshit excuse. 

“You’re my closest friend. I’m comfortable and trust you with something like this. I get that sure, it’s just sex but I don’t want it to be someone random.” He interrupts you as you go to speak, “don’t act like you’ve never had a “no-strings attached” sex before.”

As you two stare at each other, you can’t argue with his reason. You have had a little bit of a friends with benefits relationship with someone before, you never told him who but you’ve told him about it… You aren’t sure how he would react if he knew it was Commander Wolffe, given this all spawned because of similar men bragging about their sexcapades. Besides, Anakin isn’t hard on the eyes and it's been a while since the last time you’ve slept with someone.

“Okay, I’ll take your virginity.” You say with a teasing grin.

“You really had to say it like that?”

“Hey, I’m doing you a favor! It’s only fair that I tease you a little.”

Anakin rolls his eyes before an eager look appears on his face, “so do we start now?”

Looking towards the clock on the wall of his room on the ship, you guys have time before you land planet side. Now that you think of it, it has only been an hour since you, Anakin, and both your platoons had boarded the ship so you have plenty of time.

“We do have the time,” you say coyly

Anakin smiles before sitting up right on his bed that you two were chatting on, this lets him be side by side with you. It feels very Padawan-like, sitting on the bed both with your legs crossed and leaning sideways towards each other to have your first kiss. You almost feel like if you are too loud, both your masters might barge in and catch you doing something you KNOW you shouldn’t. However, it all leaves your mind as Anakin presses his lips against yours softly, testing the waters before he tries anything more.

You press your lips against Anakin’s more firmly while your hand comes up to cradle the side of his jaw. As the kiss between the two of you grows to be more passionate, tongues teasing one another, Anakin leans forward and gently nudges you to start laying back. The bed sinks beside your head more as he puts his weight onto his hands while hovering above you at an awkward angle. Grabbing onto his hips, you tug at him to try and bring him fully on top of you. Anakin gets the hint and moves one of his knees between your legs, having you spread your legs with him between them.

Anakin pulls away from your lips and breathlessly says your name, only for you to give a quiet hum for him to continue speaking. “Can I keep going?”

You give him a smile before nodding your head, only to gasp as he dives into your neck. His lips are warm and slightly wet from your shared spit, sending a pleasant shiver through your body. You tilt your head to the side, letting Anakin lavish your neck with kisses, bites, and licks as you slide your hand up his nightshirt. Anakin’s stomach tenses as your hands gently explore his skin, thumbing over various scars, blemishes before riding up the bumps of his abs. A grin grows on your face as you feel the subtle twitch of his hips as you grow closer to his nipples.

“Is this okay?” You ask while giving his right nipple a feather-like brush with the tips of your finger.

Anakin gives a whine as he nods his head, pressing his chest against your hands while his lips move from one side of your neck to the other. You tilt your head to the other side and start to play with his nipples. One hand pinches the hardened bud and the other is kinder while gently rubbing the bud in circles. Anakin’s hips start to thrust forward in small movements before he ends up thrusting against your clothed cunt. 

The muffled ‘oh’ that leaves Anakin makes you freeze for a moment but you don’t have time to ask the question that has now entered your mind as he starts to grind his clothed bulge against you. It takes only a few moments of the slow dry humping before Anakin starts to move his kisses down your neck. He gets to the neckline of your own nightshirt and pulls away to look up at you, silently asking for permission to take it off. The shirt is removed before you can finish nodding, giving the fellow Jedi a clear view of your bare chest as you bring your arms back to rub his sides gently. 

Anakin has SEEN a nude woman before but not in a situation like this. Not when he is able, is expected, to touch, lick, and indulge himself on the warm skin. His eyes flick up to see your face, only to have your curious eyes looking back at him. You smile softly as you see his cheeks start to turn red, making him become bashful. He quickly looks back down to your breast, his eyes bouncing between the two as if to decide on which he wants to toy with first.

The decision is quickly made as he moves his body lower to get his lips around your left nipple. A sigh leaves your mouth as you tilt your head back, your fingers threading through his hair. You are surprised by how gentle he is, knowing how hot headed the man can be, but he gives soft sucks and light licks to your sensitive nipple. Anakin is still giving slight grinds against your legs as he moves between each nipple. His time with your chest is shorter than you thought it would be as he is already kissing down your stomach towards the hem of your sleep trousers. 

“Are you sure about this?” Anakin asks while looking up at you through his lashes as he rubs his bottom lip along the waistline of your trousers.

“Of course, Ani.”

You lift your hips up as Anakin tugs on your trousers, letting him get you completely naked. Anakin tosses the piece of clothing to the side and sits back on his hunches, drinking in your form for a moment. His eyes meet yours for a moment before looking back down once you nod, his body moving even lower on the bed so he is faced with your cunt. Again, Anakin has SEEN a vagina before… In adult videos but never in-person.

Taking a deep breath, he moves to gently pet your wet slit and watches as he sees you give a small clench. Anakin uses his thumbs to spread you open, letting him see you fully. He swallows thickly as he brings one of his thumbs over to rub shyly at your clit. You give a soft sigh at the small burst of pleasure you feel from his touch. While you would love for him to be more firm, you stay still to let Anakin explore as he wants. 

Anakin decides that he is ready to move forward, sliding his thumb down from your clit to your opening. He teases your entrance for a moment before moving to slowly slide his index finger into your pussy. His eyes stay on your face this time as he begins to move his one finger in and out of your warmth quicker, making sure you are enjoying everything. 

“You can add another,” you say breathlessly. While his finger is barely a stretch for you, you are still struggling to control your breathing as his touches are unconsciously teasing. 

Your head falls back against the pillow as he pushes another finger into your cunt, finally feeling a bit of fullness. Anakin stays with his slow pace as he moves his two fingers in and out, however he moves his thumb to start rubbing at your clit once again. The rolling of your hips lets him know that he can add another finger, finally getting you ready for his cock.

After a few minutes of his three fingers thrusting in and out of your cunt and his thumb growing firmer and quicker on your clit, Anakin looks up at your face again with wide eyes. “Do you think you’re ready for my cock?”

His question shouldn’t make you clench or whine the way you do but you can’t help the pleasure that zaps through you at his words. Anakin, easily sensing that you liked that, moves his fingers in and out of your cunt quicker as he waits for your answer.

“Don’t you want like a blowjo-” a whine from Anakin cuts off your question.

“Won’t last.” He gives a strained chuckle, “feeling your pussy on my fingers has me so close already. The second you wrap those pretty lips around me, I’ll be cumming.” Anakin moves up to nuzzle his nose against your cheek as he keeps fucking you with his fingers. “Please let me fuck you.”

“Okay, Ani. You,” your eyes flutter as Anakin presses a sweet kiss to your cheek, “you can fuck me now.”

Anakin is quick to move his lips to your own, kissing you sloppily as he slowly pulls out his fingers from your aching pussy. You tug on his bottom lip with your teeth as he leans back to start to work off his clothing. Noticing that his eyes are staying on your own naked body, you decide to be a bit of a tease. With a soft smile, you bring your left hand up to cup your left breast, your fingers pinching and rubbing at your nipple while your right hand reaches down to rub slow circles on your clit.

The moan that leaves Anakin’s mouth sounds pained as he moves quicker, his need to sink his cock into a cunt for the first time becoming too much. You feel your stomach flip as you see his cock for the first time, your cunt clenching as you give a breathy moan. Anakin spits in his hand before wrapping it around his aching flushed cock. Both of you watch the other as you pleasure yourselves while Anakin slicks himself up.

A shocked noise leaves you as Anakin suddenly lets go of his cock and leans back over you, bringing one of your ankles to hang over his shoulder as he holds himself over you with a hand beside your head. Anakin uses his other hand to bring his tip to your pussy, slowly circling against you as your wetness leaks more. He tilts his head as he plays with your entrance with his cock; one moment pinching your pussy lips together while sliding his cock up and down your slit, the next rubbing your clit with his tip in quick swipes, then dipping his tip inside your weeping cunt before pulling back.

“Anakin, please.” You arch your back as you try to press down onto his cock.

The other Jedi’s eyes snap up to yours with a look of shock, as if he didn’t even realize he was basically tormenting you. He mumbles his sorrys as he finally starts to push his cock inside of your warmth. Your mouth drops open as he keeps pushing forward, the burn of his cock stretching you making your moan come out choked. Anakin’s eyes are stuck on the way your pussy is swallowing his cock, his hand on the bed squeezing harder and his now free hand gripping your waist. 

A slight wince leaves you as he goes further than his fingers did, making his eyes jump back to your face. Before you can tell him it’s okay, Anakin stops moving, now scared that he is hurting you.

“It’s okay,” you can see he doesn’t fully believe you, making you give him a sultry smile. “You’re just so big, Ani.” His cock twitches inside you at your words, “please keep moving. Want it all inside me.”

The arm beside your head trembles slightly as Anakin starts to move once more, finally pushing the rest of his cock into your pussy. You bite back a whine as he stills again with his cock nestled into your tight warm cunt for the first time. A whimper does end up leaving your mouth as it fully dawns on you; this is the first pussy Anakin has ever been in. Your pussy, is the first pussy Anakin Skywalker has ever been in and for some reason it has your skin burning.

“Ani?” His response is a choked noise, making you clench around him tighter. “How does your first pussy feel?”

Anakin drops his head to rest beside yours, his forehead digging into the pillow as he gives a loud whiny moan. Your hands come up to grip onto his back as you feel a small tremors of pleasure run through you from his pelvis grinding against your clit as he moves.

“So good, so fucking good.”

You gasp as he starts to pull his hips back, dragging his cock against your aching walls before pushing forward to fill you back up. Anakin tightens his grip on your hip as he continues with the slow pace of back and forth thrusts. It feels good, amazing even, but you know that you won’t be able to cum from such a gentle pace.

Turning your head, you rub your lips against the shell of his ear as he keeps his face on your shoulder. “Go faster, Ani, please fuck me faster. It’ll feel so good, baby.”

Anakin nods against your shoulder, his lips pressing a kiss there as he starts to thrust his hips back and forth quicker, making his cock fuck into your cunt faster. The room quickly fills with only moans, whines, the squelch of your wetness, and the dull slapping of your skin against Anakins. Your arms fall away as Anakin finally rises to rest on his knees, both of his hands gripping your hips now as he pulls you forward to meet his thrusts. 

The sight of your tits bouncing with his thrusts has Anakin starting to fuck into your harder, making you grip his wrists to keep you grounded. Both of you are buzzing with pleasure as you two get closer to your releases. It’s clear to you that Anakin is closer than you, his cock twitching more often inside of your pussy and his thrusts are erratic as they simply chase his end.

“Are you close, Ani?” You ask in a whiny moan. “Are you going to cum in my pussy? Gonna fill a pussy up for the first time?”

Anakin gives a loud whine as he leans back over you, bringing both his arms to rest on his elbows above you. His lips quickly press against yours for a filthy kiss, his hips moving in short quick movements as you lick into his mouth. One of your hands moves down to rub at your clit in fast and firm strokes and your other hand grabs Anakin’s hip, trying to pull him into your harder. Anakin’s arms close in closer to your head as you two stay making out, his balls tightening against you as he grinds deep inside of your cunt.

A loud moan leaves Anakin as his lips as his body tense with his orgasm, his mouth sliding wetly across your cheek as his hips give slight thrusts against you as his cock throbs inside of you. All it takes is the feeling of his cum being released into your pussy as you rub your clit for you to fall over the edge. Your moan is choked as you pulse around Anakin’s still throbbing cock, your hips bucking up against his pelvis. 

Anakin’s nose is pressed into the sweaty sticky skin under your ear, surrounded by the comforting scent of simply you. Your hands are gently rubbing up and down his clammy sides as you both breath through the intense aftershocks of your releases. 

“Are you okay?” Anakin’s voice sounds hoarse as he moves up to be face to face with you.

You nod, “I’m great. Are you okay?” Your hand comes up to cradle his cheek.

“I’m…” He still looks a bit floaty. “I’m good. I just wasn’t expecting it to be so.. Tense?”

You give him a soft hum, letting him know that you know what he means. The two of you keep giving each other soft pets and gentle words as you wait for you to both feel all parts of your body. Once you both feel yourselves, Anakin pulls out of your sore pussy with a choked whimper. 

“Sorry, sorry.” He whispers as he sees the grimace on your face.

“It’s okay.”

Anakin finally lays beside you, his arms coming to pull you close to him for a cuddle. You wrap your legs around his as you settle in next to his sticky body, knowing you are just as clammy feeling. The exhaustion of everything starts to come over you as Anakin’s fingers give you feather-like touches up and down your back.

“We need to shower and be ready for landing here soon,” you mumble sleepily against his collarbone.

“I know, I’ve set an alert just now to give us enough time. Just rest for now.”

As soon as Anakin came home for the day, he was feeling frustrated and pent up. He couldn't concentrate on anything else, his mind filled with thoughts of his favorite girl. When entering the house he practically threw his keys onto the nearby table while gunning it to the bedroom.

“Takin’ me so well aren’t you?” He punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust, causing you to cry out in ecstasy. “Always right where I need you.”

Your brain has turned to mush, and all you can focus on is the feeling of Anakin's thick cock stretching you open. “So full, Ani,” you moan, your words slurring slightly. The sensation is overwhelming, and you can't help but clench around him, desperate for more.

Anakin growls, his hand tightening in your hair. He drives into you harder, his hips slapping against your ass with each thrust. His hand comes down hard on your ass, the stinging sensation sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight baby.” He continues to thrust inside you, his pace relentless. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your moans and cries of ecstasy.

Anakin unexpectedly pulls you up with his bicep around your neck, putting you in a full nelson as he jackhammers into you. Your body trembles with each powerful thrust, and you can't help but clench around him more tightly. He notices, a low growl escaping his lips.

“Oh f-fuck!” Your moans grow louder and more insistent as Anakin continues to pound into you. The wetness between your legs increases, your body responding to his abrupt actions.

“That's it, baby, let me hear you,” Anakin encourages, his voice low and gravelly. He slows down his movements, his cock still buried deep inside you, teasing you with the promise of cumming.

You whimper a string of pathetic little ‘no’s’, your fingernails digging into Anakin's arm as he slows down his thrusts. The feeling of his thick arm around your throat is so intense, and you're on the verge of losing control. Your body shakes with need, and you can't help but plead with him to continue. Anakin's grip on your neck tightens, and he leans in close to your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. “Beg for it,” he demands. “I wanna hear you tell me how bad you need it.”

You open your mouth to speak, but all that comes out are incoherent moans and whimpers. Your mind is consumed by the all-encompassing arousal, making it impossible to form a proper sentence. You can only cling to him, your nails bite deeper into his arm, and you can feel the pressure building inside you, threatening to explode at any moment.

“Poor baby,” Anakin chuckles darkly, amused by your inability to speak. “Too drunk on my cock to speak hm?” He picks up his pace again, his hips slamming into you with renewed vigor. The sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the room, mingling with your desperate moans. Your body arches into his, your muscles tensing as you feel your orgasm rapidly approaching.

“I'm cumming!” you cry out, your voice strained with the effort of holding back. Anakin's body tenses, and with a powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you. His cum spills into you, filling you up as your own orgasm washes over you. The sensation of his release triggers your own, and you come undone, your body shaking with the intensity of your climax.

Anakin gently lays you down on the bed, your legs still trembling from the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. He opens your legs, revealing the mess you both made, his cum dripping out of you. “Look at that,” he says, his voice filled with satisfaction. “We really know how to make a mess don’t we?” Anakin's cocky grin and the way he's admiring his handiwork make you feel like a prize, a trophy for him to show off.

the gilded elegance of the senate meeting room felt like a dramatic contrast to the sterile meeting areas the council seemed to favor. you’d been trying to focus on anything but the ethereal beauty of the woman in front of you, senator padmé amidala. she was really impressive…… with a wonderful taste in windows, you thought to yourself. you’d (really) tried your best to listen to the discussion occurring but found yourself drifting into a daydream. finally, master windu suggested beginning preparing a celebration that was to be thrown later. you’d practically shot out of your seat- anything to regain the sense of control you 're supposed to have instilled into your being. (maybe that’s why you and anakin got along so well) 

of course the jedi goodbyes had begun, pleasantries engaged back and forth until obi wan finally put you out of your misery. accomplishing this by dragging you and anakin out, or (rather) trying to persuade the two of you to join in. padmé was talking about the celebration as she finally made her way over to the three of you, catching you first.

“and y/n, you’ll be there?” her voice had a slight hopefulness to it as her soft amber eyes met yours. “you’ll join anakin and me, won’t you?” the last part was low enough for only your ears to catch as she grazed her forearm against yours. her perfectly glossed lips pressed up into a smile as she placed her hand on the small of your back to lead you toward anakin. it was as if she’d electrocuted you, excitement trickled through every nerve in your body as you approached. 

anakin’s gaze shifted to something less friendly and more…playful as you two approached. his grin widened and his body language softened, welcoming you and padmé into his personal space. “we were hoping you’d join us?” 

“oh- of course” you managed to get out, flustered by the attention from the hottest couple in the galaxy. “i would love to.” 

-

“you’ll join anakin and me, won’t you?” padmé’s question had gripped your mind since it left her  lips. would you join them? it was risky, taboo, maybe even wrong. of course you would.

your mind seemed to be elsewhere while you laid out a dress from your closet, running your fingers along the silky fabric. deciding to put it on, slipping it onto your figure, you turned to the mirror. a smile crept upon your face as you admired the dress and its delicately embroidered lace details. it was rather flattering in the way it ruched and flowed in all the right places- it had been a birthday gift from padmé years ago. the color matched the sea foam green waters of naboo and brought fond memories of your youth along with it. fleeting moments of confessions in castle corridors and years of forbidden longing. 

-

you’d managed to make it to the celebration, eyes scanning the crowd of jedi for a set of more familiar faces. as you did, a metallic hand placed itself on your lower back. anakin smiled down at you, eyes traveling over your body.

“care to grab a drink?” his signature smile graced his face. “padmé will be here soon.”

you followed him to the bar, his hand sitting comfortably on your waist. you took a seat next to him before he ordered.

“two of my usuals.” he smiled, holding up two fingers. “thank you.”

you shrugged as the drinks arrived, hoping his taste in alcohol was as decent as his taste in women. you held the glass up to your lips before taking a sip.

you grimaced “oh stars-  anakin, what was that…. jet juice?”  his lips upturned in amusement. “not a fan?” he mused, wiping at the droplet that fell from your lip. 

“anakin, stop tormenting the poor girl,” padmé’s amused voice called as she approached, her figure resting gently against the bar counter. “you’ll scare her away.” 

-

“you sure?” padmé asked again as anakin’s teeth grazed your collarbone, intrusive thoughts winning as he sunk his teeth into the flesh. eliciting a yelp from you, swallowed by padmé’s kiss.

“never been so sure about anything.” you pulled back mumbling against her lips. switching to suck slightly on her bottom lip as you reconnected. 

anakin’s deft fingers slipped under your dress straps, urging it off. he gawked for a second, marveling at the sight of your nipples hardening against the cool air mixed with the aching in your core. mischief crossed his face as he attached himself to one of the nubs, licking a stripe then biting and repeating. your hands were searching for his hair as padmé slipped her tongue into your mouth. anakin tugged at the perked flesh, eliciting a moan that was straight of a holopad midnight porno from your lips. desperate for relief, your hips bucked, getting the message, anakin shoved his knee between your legs to part them. staring at you like he was going to consume you, he used his metal arm to bunch your dress up to your stomach, his fingers lightly grazing over the soaked fabric of your panties. 

“oh padmé, come look at this.” anakin grinned, looking at his wife. “she’s fucking soaked.” 

padmé smiled widely, “we’ll take care of you, y/n. won’t we ani?” anakin nodded in agreement. 

before you knew it padmé had her hips positioned over your face, your mouth watering at the sight. anakin aligned himself with your dripping sex, reaching to grip your hips as he began to sink his length in. holy shit. you could die right here right now. whining almost pathetically as he sunk in, your mind went blank only brought back to reality when you remembered the brunette above you. padmé let out a shaky moan as your breath fanned on her pussy. without warning you began, licking a fat stripe from her clit to her entrance and back. 

“maker mae, you taste fucking divine.” you mumbled into her, flattening and curling your tongue as she began rocking her hips. 

anakin watched, his dick growing impossibly harder at the sight of you devouring his wife. he removed a hand from your hips to rub your clit, to prepare he brought his fingers to padmé’s lips to wet them. you involuntarily clenched when you heard her mouth release his fingers with a pop. the mental image of what you heard was enough to make your eyes roll. anakin had set a brutal pace after entering you, the squelching of how wet you were would be embarrassing if you didn’t feel so wanted.

“oh she liked that.” anakin chuckled, shooting padmé a cocky grin. “gripping me like a fucking vice.” 

padmé’s grip on your hair combined with anakin’s grip on your hips had you reeling, no wet dream or dirty fantasy could amount to the real thing. you’d gotten off to the fantasy more times than you could count. you were here, padmé’s wetness dripping down your chin and anakin’s dick so far in you, your brain hurt. 

you worked at padmé’s pussy, sucking on her puffed clit before tongue fucking her and repeating. she was on the brink of tears with how fucking close she was, all she wanted was to see you fall apart on anakin. 

“y/n.” she warned, “y/n im close,” her hips were slowing but she was trying. you moved your hands to her thighs, bringing her impossibly closer to your mouth. moans from how close anakin had you were spilling into her. 

“me too.” you mumbled, nose bumping her clit over and over. with a cry she came, releasing on your tongue. you let her ride it out, peppering kisses to her thighs. 

anakin was fully slamming in and out of you, the heaviness of his balls, slapping against your pussy. you had your nails dug into padmé’s thighs, still lapping at her when your orgasm hit you. white hot pleasure sent you collapsing into the bed, completely limp as anakin fucked you through it. 

as you recovered, padmé held your face in her hands, peppering kisses against your face. anakin sighed, breaking you out of your haze. he was still painfully hard, his tip angry and leaking.

“oh ani.” you sighed, rolling over onto your stomach, “should we help him?” you turned to padmé. she grinned, gripping his length in her hand, looking towards you.

“spit on it.” she said, “please y/n.” anakin answered , looking down at you with furrowed eyebrows and eyes watering. who were you to deny him?

with a grin, you spit into padme’s hand, before lowering yourself to play with his balls. with a smile graced upon your swollen lips you grinned up at him. he looked ethereal, his curly brunette hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and his lip pulled between his teeth. padme worked his cock.

"switch" he panted, "want to fuck your face." he grabbed your chin.

with your pupils blown and drool pooling in your mouth, you obliged. you relaxed your throat the best you could, gagging as you tried to take all of him. he make a makeshift ponytail with your hair, his balls slapping your face as he fucked your throat. his hips started to stutter as padmé kissed him, the lewd noises of their makeout make your thighs clench together. you pulled out all the stops, gagging, drooling and moaning all around him. you knew you had him when he pushed you to the base of his cock, the coarse hairs tickling your face. he came with a cry, spilling down your throat.

you eased off him, resting back on your heels to take a second to catch your breath. padmé pulled you up to her, "you gonna share?" holy fuck, of course you would. you tapped her cheek signaling for her to open up before making a show of spitting his cum into her mouth.

anakin growled. his eyes wide and his mouth agape. he really was the chosen one. as if it couldn’t get any better, padmè lowered her face back to yours spitting it into your mouth. “swallow.” she said, hand gripping your chin.

anakin pulled you into them until you were a pile of limbs, soft kisses being peppered along your skin. “you were great baby.” he said, nuzzling his face into your neck. “so good for us.” padmé agreed, kissing the tip of your nose.

From the second you'd began palming the outline of Anakin's bulge through his thick, rough Jedi-regulation trousers, he'd lost all inhibitions. He'd broken the silence of the supply closet with a plethora of noises he'll never admit to later, and when you'd slipped your hand beneath his briefs he'd become putty in your hands. He mouths desperately, messily at the joining of your shoulder and your neck as he presses himself into your hand.

His cock is stiff and flushed against your palm and your skin is growing slick with the precum that he's steadily oozing. He's terribly worked up, panting and heaving against your skin as he clings to it despite the fact that he'd breathe easier if he wasn't pressed so tightly to you.

You apply a slight pressure to Anakin's cock as you stroke it, squeezing gently to elicit a buck of his hips into your hand. He cries out when you drag your tightened fist down his length, and you feel him twitching beneath your touch.

"Aah- ah, kriff," He stammers, voice trembling, "I- I'm- aah, it feels so- so-sosogood, so good."

Once he begins rutting into your hand he can't stop, and you move your fist in tandem to help him hump into you.

"Good," You croon, using your free hand to lift his face from your shoulder and pressing it against your own, "Ani, baby, are you crying?"

Fat, hot tears, either humiliation, pleasure, or both roll down his cheeks and blend into your own skin as he pants shakily, his lips pressing pleadingly against your own.

"It feels so good," He cries, mouthing desperately at your lips and catching the curve of your chin, leaving saliva there to cool, "So- so much better than my hand."

he comes over and plops down onto the couch, elbows resting on his knees. he was going through a withdrawal - his eyes were bloodshot, he was shaking uncontrollably, and he looked like he hadn't slept in eons.

"i know you're gonna be mad at me, okay? i already know!" he whines. you sigh. "Sam, just tell me, alright?" you were getting sick of him beating around the bush. he always did this shit - whines and stomps his feet and flaps his sweater paws and shifts his weight and shimmies around and pouts. and you ate it up every time. because he was your boyfriend. and it was adorable.

his hand comes up to fiddle with his labret. "i use..." he murmurs softly, and you can't do much but blink at him. you knew he smoked weed, but hard drugs? then you're filled with irritation.

"Corey and Josh did this, didn't they? put you up to this?" you stand, and cross your arms. Sam immediately follows suit, now looking down at you. "wait! wait, listen okay?! you gotta listen, please!" he takes a shaky breath. "i- you don't understand! please, listen- don't leave me, don't leave me, please."

you just stare up at him. "you lied to me, Sam." he huffs and stomps his foot like an angry bunny, squirming around. "i didn't!" "you did! you told me you weren't going to get into any trouble with them, Sam!"

the look in your eyes made him want to cry. you were pissed, and it was all his fault. everything was always all his fault, wasn't it?

"just forget it!" he yells, tears spilling down his cheeks. "you never listen to me! never! you're just like my parents!" and that really pissed you off. in a swift motion, you reach up and grip his face, making him look down at you. "i never listen to you, Sam? who's always been there for you, huh? who's always supported you? let you stay over when you run away from home, when you need someone to talk to because your parents don't want to be bothered? huh? but i don't listen? i don't care?"

oh he most definitely fucked up. you were completely right - he went to you for every damn thing. every minor inconvenience, and you always entertained him and helped with whatever it was. his shoelace was knotted? you got it undone for him. he wanted you to do his homework because he was busy getting high? you did it. and he had the nerve to imply you didn't give a fuck about him.

"wait!" Sam cries, wrapping his arms around you. "i didn't mean it, i didn't. i just feel like you're getting mad at me, and i hate when people are mad at me, 'cause i feel like i'm gonna get yelled at, and-" he stops his ramble and sniffles. "'m sorry."

and there goes all your resolve. he was so precious (and pathetic), you couldn't stay mad. if you were mad at anyone, it was his bitchass friends you would be having a talk with soon. you sigh softly and rub his back. "it's okay Sammy, i'm sorry for yelling."

he hiccups, and pulls away, wiping his snotty nose with his sleeve. "really?" he asks, and before you nod, he pouts. "you're lying!" you raise an eyebrow. what was he on about now? "you're just saying that to get me to shut up, aren't you?" here comes the waterworks. again.

and your resolve was back. "Sam-" "no! i'm so sick of you all! you never try and listen to how i feel!" you sigh and put your hands up in surrender. "fine." you don't want to argue. you turn to walk off, making Sam stop and look at you. "...babe?"

you begin walking, and he steps to you, tugging you back by your shirt collar. "babe! where are you going?!" with a roll of your eyes, you turn around and glare up at him. "to give you some fucking space, because you're pissing me off and i'm not in the mood to deal with you."

he'd never heard such harsh words from you before! you'd never told him off, you always coddled him!

"w-wait!" oh, he was stuttering now. how pathetic. "i can make it up to you! please! let me, please." he shifts around nervously, then cups your face and leans in, smashing his lips against yours. you reluctantly kiss back, but his desperation made him so aggressive that you had to hurry up to keep pace, his tears and snot getting onto your face.

"hmm, mmph," he pulls away, a string of saliva that connected your tongues snapping once he licks his lips. "lemme make it up to you," he once again wipes his snot away with his sleeve. "i can, i promise." when you just give him a look, he takes it as a yes and begins to frantically undress himself until he's just in his plaid boxers and socks and shoes. he guides you to the couch and pushes you down, tugging at your jeans as if he was running out of time. "gonna make it up to you, promise," he murmurs, pulling them (along with your panties) off you.

he takes himself out and spits down onto his hand, then rubs it over his cock. as soon as he pushes inside, he lets out a bitchy whine and nearly collapses on top of you. "wait, i got it, promise-" you noticed he always said that. he promised. you had yet to see him keep one, though.

Sam's eyes begin to well with tears again, his nose getting runny. "wai- wait wait wait," he exhales shakily then swallows. "i can do it..." he sniffles, his hips slowly moving forward until he bottoms out inside you. "hnn," he sniffles, warm tears falling onto your face.

he was dead set on pleasing you. he thrusts his hips against yours, tears continually falling onto you - your face, neck, and shirt, depending on where he was. "din' mean to make you upset," he murmurs, trying to focus on not cumming prematurely. "always- hhhuh- do that," his arms were shaking, he could barely hold himself up. "hate making you mad, y'know,"

finally losing his strength, he falls forward, his weight now pressing into you, drawing a huff from you. "oh god, Sam-" he lets out a low whine, nuzzling against your cheek, smearing tears onto your skin. "please don' be mad anymore babe, don't," you wince, trying to push him up by his shoulders to no avail. he was a heavy thing. "alright, i'm not," and him fucking you wasn't really making it up to you. he was just sobbing pathetically and using you as a goddamned tissue while he rutted his hips like a virgin.

he did cum prematurely, surprise surprise. he was so fucking pathetic it was laughable. but he was your pathetic laughable boy nonetheless. it took him an entire ten minutes to recover, all his weight on you as he laid on you with no care for crushing you. he was silent besides his panting, and you could do nothing except stroke his hair to hopefully coax him to sleep. you would have an actual productive conversation with him sometime soon, not able to handle another fit from Sam.

“Kriff, that’s hot.” Anakin huffs out, his brows knitted together tightly as he watches his two girls on their knees in front of him. Your’s and Padmé’s tongues move along his shaft simultaneously on either side, eyes focused on his face. The sight alone makes his head spin. He hadn’t thought you or Padmé would have been so willing to do this but Maker is he forever thankful.

He feels his cock throbbing as both your tongues meet at his drooling tip and abandon it to capture the other’s lips in a wet, sloppy kiss. He’d protest at the lack of stimulation if the view wasn’t so erotic.

His head tips back, a throaty moan ripped from him as you envelop him into your mouth sucking eagerly as Padmé sucks his heavy sack. This had to be a dream right? His eyes screw shut to focus because he knows he won’t be able to last long especially if he keeps watching. Padmé and you swap, allowing you to lick up the underside of his sack with your tongue.

Anakin can feel himself about to cum and as much as he wants to see both of your beautiful faces coated in his seed, he’d much rather have this last a little longer. So he steps back.

“Both of you on the bed, all fours.” He rasps.

You and Padmé both happily oblige, making your way to the bed and getting on all fours on the edge, both of you presenting yourself eagerly to him to use as he pleases.

He lets out a low groan as he watches you both start to wiggle your asses in the air for him running his hands down the arches of both of your spines as he stares hungrily. “So beautiful..both of you..’nd all for me..” His hands trail lower, the tips of his fingers grazing over both of your’s and her’s puckered holes and down to your soaked entrances.

He takes turns first stopping at you to spread your cheeks apart, staring unashamedly at your pussy. He lowers his face down and spits into your hole, licking slowly up the slit all the way to your asshole. He moans at the taste earning a whimper from you. With a satisfied swat to your ass cheek he moves to Padmé and repeats the same action. She turns her head to you, finding your lips with her’s again.

“Good girls.”

He fists his cock and teases over Padmé’s entrance first with his tip and then over to your’s making you shiver. “Who wants me first, hm?”

“Let her have you first, Ani..” Padmé answers, “we can’t leave our guest out.”

He grins and nods his head once, stepping behind you. “You ready sweet girl?” He asks.

You nod your head eagerly, wiggling your ass again for him. “Mhm..’m ready Ani.”

He doesn’t respond, instead he pushes his throbbing cock into your velvety walls that accept him oh so eagerly, squeezing intoxicatingly around him. Once he’s fully sheathed he pulls almost all the way back out before ramming himself deep into you causing you to yelp. He starts to snap his hips into you, setting an unrelenting pace. He smirks as he notices your little toes curling and you claw at the sheets, moaning for him.

When he’s found his pace he pops his middle finger of his flesh hand into his mouth wetting it before reaching over to his wife and sliding it into her pussy. She moans happily bouncing back to meet his thick digit’s thrusts. His metal hand keeps a tight grip on your hip, keeping you locked in place as he abuses your soaked hole.

As you squirm, he slips his finger out of Padmé so he can grip your hips with both hands. She takes the opportunity to crawl to the space in front of you, laying on her back, legs spread.

“Eat my wife’s pussy, baby. Wanna see it.” Anakin’s hips slow but just a little bit so you can focus a little bit.

“Please..” She whimpers, raising her hips up a little closer to your mouth. She brushes your hair out of your face gathering it all to the side in one hand.

You don’t have to be asked twice, opting to bury your face in her pussy lapping up her juices. You can’t tell who moans louder, her or Anakin. As his hips continue their assault, it makes you moan around her clit as you suckle on it. Reaching a hand up, you roll one of her pert nipples between your thumb and pointer finger causing her hips to buck up into you more.

Your mouth abandons her clit to flex your tongue, thrusting the muscle into her pussy to match the pace her husband has set behind you. Anakin spreads your cheeks again spitting a glob of spit onto your wrinkled hole before easing the tip of his thumb into it. A loud moan is ripped from you.

“Yeah? You like that?” You can hear the grin in his voice, “such a dirty little girl.”

Padmé’s grip in your hair tightens as you lick up and down her sopping slit, humming in pleasure at her taste with a newfound vigor. “Taste so sweet..” You murmur. Experimentally, you let your tongue trail lower, circling her tight rim. She gasps out a moan, her eyelids fluttering. Your thumb finds her clit, expertly rubbing the bundle of nerves.

“Shit..’m gonna cum..” Anakin warns as he speeds up, his balls slapping against your clit as he chases his orgasm. You rock back against him as best as you can while still splitting his wife open with your tongue.

Slipping your middle and ring finger into her tight pussy, you prod at the spongey spot, latching your lips around her clit and sucking on it. She writhes underneath you, both of her hands coming to the back of your head to shove your face in deeper as she rolls her hips.

“Oh fuck,” Anakin groans before he’s pushing himself as far as he can in you, cumming deep inside. You feel him twitching as his dick continues to spurt hot cum, drawing you to your own orgasm.

Padmé keeps grinding against your face seeking her own release before she’s gushing all over your fingers. Greedily you lap it all up, not wanting any to go to waste.

“That’s my girls,” He praises through heavy breaths. He slips out of you, dick still hard and coated in both your’s and his arousal. You take a moment to admire his wife’s pussy, pressing a sweet kiss to it.

Anakin makes his way onto the bed, laying in the center of it. He was going to make the absolute most of this moment. He points to Padmé, “Want you to ride my dick,” He turns and points to you, “and you on my face.”

Sucking your fingers clean, you make your way over towards the head of the bed on your knees. You swing a leg over his head, hovering over him as you and Padmé face one another. Your eyes trail down watching as she sinks down onto his cock, biting your lip. You feel his breath against your still sensitive pussy, making you shiver and start to pull away.

His hands reach up and pull you down, his nose grazing your clit. “Sit.” He growls.

You oblige lowering yourself down the rest of the way. You jolt as his tongue makes contact with your sensitive core. He grunts into your folds as Padmé starts to grind on his dick. You lean forward, cupping a hand behind her head and pulling her into another sloppy kiss, your tongues exploring the others’ mouth. Her hands trail to the soft flesh of your breasts, kneading them with her dainty hands.

Anakin dips his tongue into your drenched hole, slurping at your fresh arousal mixed with his and your’s cum. Each roll of his wife’s hips makes him moan into you, adding to the pleasure. Your hips start to grind of their own accord, riding his face. He flattens his tongue allowing you to take what you need.

The Maker has blessed Anakin, at least that’s what he’s thinking listening to both you and his wife moaning, your plush thighs squeezing around his head and her cunt’s walls clenching around his shaft. The sounds filling the room are pornographic and he’s thankful he’s not in the temple.

His hands fall to Padme’s hips, digging his fingers into her smooth skin. She leans forward, her hands resting on his chest as she finds one of your nipples with her mouth, sucking. Moans fall freely past your lips, rolling your hips on his face. Anakin’s hips buck up into her tight hole. She releases your nipple with a satisfying ‘pop’ and takes the other one into her mouth. Your legs begin to shake as you’re close to cumming again and he can tell. His tongue delves into your cunt, feeling the walls fluttering around the muscle.

Padmé pulls back from your chest, “ ‘m gonna cum, Ani.” You force your eyes open to watch as she unravels on his cock, her head thrown back and face contorted in pure ecstasy. She looks and sounds like an angel.

A cacophony of moans and other lewd sounds fill the Coruscant apartment as all three of you ride out the waves of pleasure.

The three of you lay there breathless and bodies shaking. Anakin presses a soft kiss to Padmé’s forehead and then your’s. He’s the first to break the silence, his voice a giveaway to the total bliss he’s feeling. “We all need to do this again..”

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