Padawan Anakin being completely sloppy the first time he fucks his Master. almost cumming just from a kiss, or when he buries his cock in their pussy. sliding out amidst the thrusts and looking at them all apologetic and whiny. just so pathetic ˖ ִֶָ ♡
I was thinking about this so bad last night ugh... I need me a boy like this.
Inexperienced could be one word to describe him. His kisses were messy and uncoordinated, with too much tongue and a constant teeth clash. Anakin’s hands were eager, groping every inch of skin available, his need and lust was so obvious it was borderline laughable… and pathetic.
“Calm down,” You ease him, caressing his sweaty face and forcing him to keep his eyes on yours. “I'm not going anywhere, Anakin.”
He nods, swallowing the lump in his throat. He can do this so much better, or at least he thinks so. A blank space inside his head replaced all the things he had prepared, all the words he had, and all the ways he wanted to touch you. Imagining you underneath him is one thing but having you right there is completely different. Anakin’s eyes dart downwards, looking visibly nervous at the way his shaft slides between your folds. Do you get this wet all the time or is it for him? He can’t even think about a decent answer. He can’t even think.
“Can I do it? Please?” He asks, hoping you give him the green light already.
A small laugh threatens to escape your lips at his impatience, sure, pathetic but adorable. “Yes, come here,” You plant a soft kiss on his lips and Anakin shakes underneath your touch.
Guiding him closer, you wrap your hand around the base of his cock. Anakin’s entire body shakes, it’s happening. It’s finally happening.
The second he slides in, Anakin’s hands tighten on your hips, his arms flex and he swears he is touching heaven. Panting, bending over and sweating, he moans in such a sinful way that for sure it will stay engraved in your heart. Forever. “Slowly,” You instruct him, tensing when he pushes further. Anakin whimpers, hanging his head back. You watch how his braid slides off his shoulder and swings slowly in the air, how his body glistens with sweat and how his biceps tense and flex with the inhuman force he is using to not orgasm instantly.
“You alright?” You ask, taking a deep breath and lifting your legs to wrap them around his hips, using your heels to push him forward. “You are doing so well, baby.”
“I can’t—” His hips roll involuntarily, seeking more, more, so much more. Your walls are so tight, so wet and so… perfect. “You are so tight, s–so warm.”
“Enjoy yourself, Ani,” You urge him, helping him move his hips. It’s sloppy and messy just like his kisses— and you can feel his dick throb with every thrust— Your hands leave his hip shoulder to touch his short hair, smirking when he mewls. “Good boy, do you like it?”
“I love it,” He almost sobs, speeding up without even realizing it. “I want to come, I can’t help it— I’m so sorry, I can’t—” It was helpless. Anakin is helpless when it comes to you. “You are so fucking tight, I love it. Please let me come inside, I promise it will be just this once— Please Master, I need to come.”
