#jai

Having a partner much younger than yourself—much less two—came with the caveat of making a few adjustments. In all your differences, a large one for Padmé was that she was just at a different stage in her adulthood than her two younger lovers. While you and Anakin were in the early stages of your twenties, Padmé sometimes felt like the seasoned warrior of your relationship as she approached her thirties.

Most of the time, it wasn’t an issue. The three of you adjusted to the littler differences, embracing what made each of you unique, how you completed a perfect whole.

And, sometimes, you just had to deal with it.

One of such issues was that Anakin still hadn’t quite left his nymphomaniac phase. Padmé had just reached the point that she was a tad more focused on her responsibilities, with sex as a more occasional treat. But, your poor younger boyfriend seemed to crave it daily, whining and needy for release. He’d always protest that he couldn’t help it, not when he had two gorgeous partners within his reach.

So, really, Padmé shouldn’t have been surprised at the sight that greeted her as she opened your shared bedroom door. She’d just finished a particularly long meeting and was looking forward to getting rid of her stuffy office clothes and perhaps snuggling with your chatty cat, Threepio.

But, instead, she found her two lovers upon the bed. You were naked from the waist-down, but kept a comfy house sweater on as you relaxed on your side, a book in hand. The curve of your legs ran exposed in the air, one propped up on Anakin’s shoulder.

Meanwhile, on his part, the man was entirely naked, a determined look on his face and a faint sheen of sweat to his skin as he buried his cock within you in long, languid strokes. The air was heavy with the scent of sex and filthy with the lewd squelching sounds of each thrust.

You looked up from your book casually, giving Padmé a sweet smile in greeting—as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “Angel,” you greeted. Your voice shook a little as Anakin’s hips rutted along your ass, jolting you a little on the bed. “You’re home early.”

It wasn’t the first time she’d walked in on her partners entangled in one another. But, this was the first time of this level of… casualness. And, for some reason, seeing Anakin looking so desperate and debauched while you seemed almost completely unbothered had heat pooling in Padmé’s belly.

Anakin glanced over at her with lust-glazed eyes, pupils blown wide. A shaky grin spread across his face at the sight of her standing there, clearly affected by the erotic display.

“Hey, angel,” he panted, deep baritone ragged. “Didn’t expect you h…home so early. Wanna—ah—join us? There’s plenty of room…”

His hips stuttered, losing rhythm for a moment as a particularly deep thrust hit a sensitive spot inside you and you fluttered around him. A low groan tore from his throat. “S-shit, babe…”

Idly, you smoothed a hand down Anakin’s straining arms, soothing him as he panted in desperation. You loved seeing him so lost in pleasure, so hazy with lust and drowning in sensation.

He’d practically begged on his knees for attention not half an hour before. And, though you may complain, you would always put down anything in favor of making your partners feel good.

Plus, you had to admit, your needy boyfriend being so horny that he had to beg to use your body was maddeningly hot.

Putting down your book, you sat up just enough to nuzzle your nose into the side of Anakin’s sweat-slick neck, pressing a light kiss to the shaking apple of his throat. “S’good, Ani,” you hummed into the skin. “Doing so good.”

From against him, your eyes fluttered up to meet Padmé’s, a subtle, fond smile turning your lips. “You can join if you want,” you offered again. There were days that your lovely girlfriend was too tired from days at the office to participate—especially when it came to Anakin’s more intense desires. So, you’d understand if she was more interested in watching or cuddling up to you as you took his cock. “Ani here’s just been a little pent up today. Trying to get some relief.”

Padmé took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. The sight of Anakin’s desperate, needy expression as he rutted into your welcoming body sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel the heat building between her thighs, her body responding to the erotic display despite her exhausted mind.

“Well, I can’t say I expected this when I walked in,” she mused with a wry smile, stepping further into the room. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she approached the bed, her eyes never leaving your joined forms. “But, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, given how insatiable you are lately, my love.”

She reached out to run a hand along Anakin’s damp back, feeling the muscles tense and release beneath her touch as he continued his eager pattern into you. He let out a low groan at the contact, his hips stuttering for a moment before picking up speed again.

“Mmm, you two always look so beautiful together,” she murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Anakin’s shoulder. “I can see how much you need this, Ani. How much you need us.” Her other hand found yours, interlacing your fingers and giving a gentle squeeze. “Is he being good for you, love? Taking care of you like he should?”

With a teasing chuckle, you nodded, using the motion to give Anakin another nuzzle. All the while, you squeezed Padmé’s hand in turn. “Don’t worry,” you hummed into his skin. “He’s been a good boy.”

Instantly, Anakin let out a shuddering moan at the praise, his hips jerking erratically as he chased his rapidly approaching release. “Ah, fuck-! Don’t… don’t call me that or I’m-I’m not going to last much longer…” he panted, voice strained with effort and pleasure. His grip on your hips tightened, surely leaving behind marks on your skin.

Unable to help himself, he turned his head just enough to catch Padmé’s lips in a sloppy, desperate kiss, pouring all his need and desire into the heated press of his mouth against hers. “Angel… please… I need…” he gasped between kisses, not even fully able to articulate what he craved beyond the all-consuming lust that clouded his mind.

His cock throbbed and pulsed inside your fluttering walls, leaking copious amounts of precum that eased the way for his increasingly frenzied thrusts. The wet sounds of your joining filled the room, punctuated by Anakin’s grunts and moans and the creaking bed frame beneath you.

Padmé could feel the heat of your boyfriend’s desperation radiating off his skin, seeing the wild, hazy look in his eyes as he clung to her and you like a drowning man. His heart ached with love for him, even as a part of her wanted to laugh at his boyish, insatiable hunger.

She brushed sweat-damp hair from his forehead, cupping his cheek as she gazed into his eyes with a soft smile. “Shh, I know, love. I know you need it,” she murmured soothingly, running her free hand down your leg, teasing her fingertips along where you’re joined. “You’re doing so well, Ani. Giving us both so much pleasure.” Her soft smile grew into a near smirk. “Don’t hold back now. Okay, dear? Give it to them good.”

You gave a pleased hum as you watched Anakin work, sinking back to recline against the pillows and watch his muscles flex with every thrust. “You heard her,” you giggled, swiping a bead of sweat tenderly from his brow. “Fuck me, Ani.”

And Anakin obliged.

His breaths started coming in harsh pants and desperate gasps, his hips snapping forward with wild abandon as he slammed into your welcoming body. The obscene squelch of his cock driving into your soaked, clinging heat filled the room, punctuated by the lewd slap of skin on skin and the creaking of the straining bed frame.

“Fuck, baby-! Shit, you feel… ah… so fucking good,” he grunted, head tilting forward and tendons straining in his neck. His fingers dug into the plush flesh of your ass, gripping hard enough to leave vivid marks in your skin as he yanked your hips forward to meet his thrusts.

Anakin could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, his heavy balls drawing up tight as his orgasm approached. But, he held back, gritting his teeth and fighting it off, determined to make you cum first.

“Angel, fuck… I can’t… I’m gonna…” he choked out, casting a desperate glance at Padmé. She sat calmly at the edge of the bed, watching him with hooded eyes and a small, indulgent smile. One hand rested on the small of his back as if she had all the time in the world.

“Look at you, so desperate and needy,” she purred, reaching out to rail her fingers along his straining bicep, feeling the muscles flex and twitch beneath her touch. “You’re being such a good boy, Ani. Holding back like I know you can.”

Her eyes flicked to you, taking in your splayed legs and the way your body yielded to Ankain’s relentless pace. She could see the pleasure etched into your features, hear it in your soft gasps and breathy moans. You were close too, she could tell, your hips rocking up to meet Anakin’s as you chased your own release.

“Let me help you with that,” she murmured gently. And, before you knew it, her hand was on you, coaxing you further and further off the edge.

“Ah, Padmé-!” you choked out, head falling back to meet the wall. Your release rapidly approached, making you clench and flutter around Anakin, and he let out a broken sound at the sensation. “I’m gonna-!”

With an arch of your spine, you were catapulted over the edge, giving a wordless cry as your orgasm crashed over you.

Anakin shouted, voice hoarse and raw, as he felt your body clam down around him like a vice whilst you came undone. The sensation was too much, too intense. And, with a last, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside your spasming heat and his own release tore through him.

His cock jerked and throbbed, pulsing as it spilled hot and thick inside you, painting your inside white with his seed.

Padmé watched, enraptured, as her two lovers found their peak. The sight of Anakin, your strong, brilliant boyfriend, reduced to a panting shaking, mess as he emptied himself inside you—and you, blissed out and moaning softly at the sensation of being so utterly filled—it made her heart swell and her panties dampen.

She leaned forward, savoring every moment of your shared ecstasy, and pressed her forehead to Anakin’s sweat-slick temple. “That’s it, my loves,” she murmured, stroking his hair back from his face. The hand on you slid to cup your hip, thumb working the skin softly. “You did so well. So beautiful for me.”

Unable to help herself, she pressed a small, delicate kiss to the corner of Anakin’s slack mouth. “Such a good boy. My good, strong boy. I’m so proud of you.” Then, she leaned over you, meeting your lips tenderly. “Both of you.”

“‘Love you,” you gasped as you caught your breath, the words almost instinctual at this point.

“I love you, too,” Padmé hummed, pecking the corner of your lips once more, before pulling back and pressing another kiss to Anakin’s temple.

“Mnah…” he managed, making you and Padmé laugh.

She rubbed his back, uncrossing her legs and beginning to stand from the bed. “Why don’t you two rest for a while, hm? I’ll grab a washcloth and get you two cleaned up. Then, we can all cuddle and relax for a bit.”

“I like the sound of that,” you mumbled, spreading your legs a little wider to allow Anakin to curl into you, practically trying to merge himself into your skin. He was always so clingy after sex, so sweet.

You smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of his sweat-damp hair, watching Padmé’s hips sway as she headed off to the en suite bathroom.

And you knew, with certainty, that you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.