Anakin Skywalker x Padme's sister!reader summary: Anakin can't seem to control himself around Padme's younger sister includes: SMUT, praise, small age gap

Despite being Padme's bodyguard for years, Anakin couldn't bring himself to take his eyes away from you.

As if the Jedi code forbidding him from acting on his feelings towards you wasn't enough, the fact that you were Padme's sister and 4 years younger than him was the dealbreaker.

He was already 22 and you were barely 18. It made him feel guilty for thinking about you like that, especially when he was basically following your sister around half the time.

Padme was also very protective over you-always making sure you were okay, never letting you get in trouble, no leaving the house without bodyguards. She really wasn't taking any chances with you, even though she was usually in far more danger than you..

He'd never admit it but it made him so jealous.

He wanted to be the one to care about you like that. He wanted to be the one you'd kiss and hug every time you came to visit, not the one you'd acknowledge once in a blue moon.

It's not like the two of you never talked, you did..occasionally. Quick glances, shared laughter while you were with your sister and a rare smile when passing by.

But it wasn't enough for him. He wanted you and your attention completely and utterly to himself. The mere sight of you made his resolve weak.

He didn't know what he liked about you more. Your eyes? Your laugh, smile? The way you carried yourself? How smart you were? Was it the more reckless part of you?

Once, Padme insisted on sending Anakin to ensure your safety while you were out in the city. You claimed you'd 'hanging out with friends'..Poor Anakin had to watch and listen to you flirt with a boy for 2 whole hours.

It was the fact that he was nothing like the young boy that bothered Anakin. He was blonde with shorter hair and looked like he was about your age. Seemed like he wasn't a part of the Jedi order, considering the fact that he was publicly flirting with you..or the fact that he had any time to spare at all. Overall, Anakin and him were polar opposites.

He still wasn't over that even though 3 years passed since that day.

Though, he'd much rather watch you pining over a guy than not see you at all. The truth was, you hadn't come to Coruscant for a while. At least, not when he was there.

Because the war was slowly subsiding, Anakin's missions became longer-helping the galaxy recover from the damage it's people brought upon it.

Lucky for Anakin, Padme insisted you move to Curoscant to live with her. He, of course, had no knowledge of this-he was on a mission when Padme discussed this with you.

So now, not even 3 days after he returned from a mission-he was staring right at you as Padme cooed over you. He froze mid step, breath hitching and heart racing.

Anakin hadn't seen you in, what? 6-7 months, yet you looked so different. More mature, responsible..He wasn't sure if it was his mind playing tricks on him but to him, you looked like an actual angel.

You were so much beautiful than he remembered. Or maybe it was because he was starting to forget you which he silently cursed himself for as he walked over.

Anakin’s boots echoed in the hallway as he made his way closer, his mind a whirlwind of emotions he didn’t want to face. The light around you seemed to shimmer differently now. There you were, sitting next to Padmé, laughing softly as her sister lovingly fussed over you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

But it was the way you held yourself—like you didn’t need anyone—that got to him the most.

The pull toward you was undeniable, raw. He’d tried to ignore it before. He’d convinced himself that it was just the stress of the war. That it was just the loneliness. But now? Standing here, seeing you like this, he couldn’t deny it anymore

"Anakin." You greeted, your voice warm but with an edge of something more. It made him pause.

"Hello m'lady." He said, his voice sounding a little too hoarse, a little too soft. He tried to force a smile, but it felt like it cracked before it fully formed. "I just got back."

Padmé looked up from you, a smile forming on her lips. "Anakin, it’s good to see you. I wasn’t expecting you up so soon."

"I uh...wasn't really tired last night" He shakes his head, standing behind Padme with his arms crossed.

"Well, let me go find something for us to eat and drink, yeah?" Padme smiled at you expectantly.

"Sure." You chuckle out a sigh.

As soon as she's out the door, you can't help it.

"Ani? My goodness you've grown" You chuckle, leaning your face on the palm of your hand.

"So have you... grown more beautiful, I mean...for a Senator, I mean."

Anakin tries to keep his cool by throwing you a sheepish smile, but in reality-he's mentally facepalming for his nervousness and stupid choice of words.

You chuckle, shaking your head as Padme comes back. She's holding a tray with 3 cups, a teapot and some cookies.

Adapting to seeing you around all the time was agonizing for Anakin. Not a second passes by without Anakin thinking about you. It seems like you are embedded in his soul.

He'll never get used to you smiling and greeting him every time you walked by. Nor eating meals together. Nor catching you staring at him, seemingly zoned out.

It was late, maybe 2 AM. The whole apartment was quiet, the only sound the hum of appliances and the occasional ship passing by.

He had spent too many nights like this-sitting on the couch, staring at the view before him, unable to turn off his thoughts. It was getting ridiculous, really. He was a Jedi. He was trained to control his emotions, to let go of attachments.

"What the-" His head snapped towards the source of the sound. It seemed to be coming from your room.

An intruder? No—he would’ve felt a disturbance in the Force.

Anakin was on his feet before he could think, instincts kicking in as he rushed toward your door. His heart pounded in his chest as he reached for the handle, only hesitating for a fraction of a second before pushing it open.

"M'lady?!" He called out as soon as the door opened. Anakin stepped into the room just in time to see a shadow slipping toward the window. His jaw clenched.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

You froze.

Slowly, very slowly, you turned around, caught like a thief in the night. Your eyes were wide, lips slightly parted, as if you were scrambling for an excuse.

Anakin crossed his arms, leaning against the wall with an unimpressed look. "Well?"

You exhaled through your nose, muttering something under your breath before forcing a smile. "Anakin! What a surprise. I was just-uh. getting some fresh air."

"At two in the morning?”" He arched his scarred eyebrow.

You cleared your throat, straightening up and taking a few steps away from the window. "Best time for it."

He huffed out a dry laugh, stepping closer. "Try again."

You shifted on your feet, eyes darting toward the door, then back to him. "It’s not a big deal."

"If it wasn’t a big deal, you wouldn’t be sneaking."

That shut you up.

"I wasn’t going far," you argued. "Just—meeting my friends."

Anakin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You do realize that Coruscant isn’t exactly safe at this hour, right?"

"Oh, please," you scoffed. "It’s not like I’m wandering into the lower levels. We’re just going Nothing’s going to happen."

"That’s not the point." His jaw clenched. "You shouldn’t be sneaking around in the first place."

You rolled your eyes. "I’m not a child, Anakin. I don’t need a lecture."

"No," he agreed, stepping even closer. "But you do need to stop making my life harder."

"What?" You scoffed, arms crossing over your chest.

He sighed, dragging a hand down his face before looking at you again, frustration laced with something deeper. "Do you have any idea what it’s like to worry about you all the time?"

You stared at him, caught off guard. "Anakin, I'm not 12, I'll be fine."

Anakin exhaled sharply, his patience hanging by a thread. "Either you stay, or I’m coming with you."

"You don’t get to make that decision for me, Anakin."

"Someone has to," he shot back, voice rough with frustration. "Because clearly, you don’t care how reckless you’re being."

You scoffed. "I’m not reckless. You're just like Padme. I don’t need you hovering over me like some overprotective-"

"Maker, do you even hear yourself?" He took a step closer, whisper-shouting now in order to not wake up your sister. The intensity in his eyes making your breath hitch. "I can’t just let you walk out of here because it would kill me if something happened to you."

The words hung in the air, heavy and unshakable.

"Anakin-"

"No." He shook his head, stepping even closer, until he was barely a breath away. "I can’t do this anymore. I can’t act like it doesn’t tear me apart every time you walk away. And I sure as hell can’t sit here and let you slip through my fingers again."

The air between you was electric, charged with something you’d both been avoiding for far too long.

You swallowed hard, your voice barely a whisper. "Then don’t."

Anakin froze. His breathing was uneven, his hands trembling at his sides.

And then-his lips were on yours.

It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t hesitant. It was desperate, messy, like he had been holding himself back for far too long and had finally snapped.

You gasped against him, but any protest died the second his hands cupped your face, pulling you deeper into him. His lips moved against yours like he was afraid you’d disappear, like he needed to memorize the way you felt.

Stars, you were drowning in him. In the way he kissed you, in the way his breath hitched when your fingers curled into his tunic.

He kissed just like he fought-passionate, relentless, as if the very idea of stopping was unbearable. His fingers curled into your hair, deepening the kiss, stealing every breath from your lungs.

A low groan rumbled in his chest when you let out a soft whimper, and suddenly, you found yourself backed against the wall, his body caging you in.

His thumb brushed over your jaw as he pulled away, gaze flickering between your eyes and your mouth. "Tell me to stop," he rasped. "Tell me, and I will." He mumbled, face barely an inch from yours.

You didn’t even think twice before your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. Every part of you felt alive, a rush of heat and electricity coursing through your veins.

His lips left yours briefly, both of you gasping for air, but he didn’t give you a chance to fully process what was happening. His mouth was on your neck now, pressing soft, heated kisses against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"Anakin..." Your breathless voice cracked as your fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him even closer.

He groaned your name, his lips trailing upward to your ear. "I’ve wanted this for so long," he muttered between kisses, his voice raw. "I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s... it’s all I ever do."

You closed your eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation of his words and his touch. Everything in you wanted this-wanted him. It was all too much, and yet, you couldn’t pull away.

You felt his breath hot against your skin as he pulled back, his chest heaving. "Tell me you want this too," he said, voice thick with desire. "Please, just say it. I need to know you want this."

You looked up at him, eyes clouded with the same urgency, the same need. "I want this," you breathed out, unable to hide the truth any longer. "I want you."

"Please…" He whispered your name like a prayer, his hands moving to the small of your back, urging you closer. He pushed you back on the bed, crawling over you.

You welcome him with open arms, wrapping one around his neck while the other one runs over his back and arm. His arm is steadily holding you up by the waist, caressing and squeezing your skin while the mechanic one is holding his weight up.

"Ani" You whimper as his hips involuntarily grind against you, rubbing his thick length against your thigh.

"I'm sorry m'lady" He teases, lips latching onto your jaw and neck. "You ever done this before?" He mutters against your skin as he trails kisses down your neck.

"Yeah.." You mumble sheepishly, although you do your best to hide it. For some reason, that felt worse than saying you weren't. You couldn't tell why.

He hums, nipping at a sensitive spot on your neck before he pulls back slightly, slipping his Jedi robe off and letting it fall to the ground.

"I couldn't wait to get my hands on you.." Anakin brushes his nose against your neck as his hands trail from your thighs up to your waist, slipping under your shirt and taking it off.

You waste no time in tugging on the remaining clothes he has, which he complies with immediately-pushing his pants down as you fumble with the buttons of his shirt.

Withing seconds, both of you are naked and his tip is teasing your entrance as he adjusts himself. "Tell me to stop if it gets too much, okay?" He whispers.

"As if.." You chuckle, swallowing thickly as he parts your legs with his knee, accidentally brushing against your wetness.

He shakes his head in amusement before bottoming out, drawing a loud gasp from you.

"Shh...can't have none of that when your sister's sleeping in the next room.." He warns you

"R-right.." Your voice weavers.

"Good, good.." He nods tauntingly before starting to move again. His hips snap against yours in a firm pace, filling the sound with various but muffled noises.

Your hands run up and down his back and arms, grounding yourself against the almost punishing sensations. To refrain from making noise, you bit down on your lip. Hard. To the point where you could swear it was bleeding.

Still, soft and desperate noises managed to make their way to Anakin's ears and gosh, he was enjoying them, but no way is he gonna let himself be caught before he destroys your pussy thoroughly at least once.

"I told you to shut up." He mutters breathlessly, hand coming up to cover your mouth.

That, mixed with his precise thrusts makes you moan into his hand, and arch up, taking him deeper. His tip had no problem in kissing your cervix repeatedly..

"Damnit.." He huffs "No wonder half the Senators trip over themselves for you."

Your eyes roll back, fingers digging into his skin desperately as your body recoils against the bed with the force of his thrusts. Anakin's eyes keep wandering over your half covered face and body-taking in the way your tits bounce.

"Anakin-oh, Maker" You breathe out, tightening around him as if to pull him deeper and further into you.

"Too loud.." He shakes his head, smashing his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss. It's messy and desperate, as if he never kissed anyone in his life. His tongue delves in your mouth, lapping over yours hungrily.

"Mhm, that's right." He encourages "I've got you."

His voice alone sent shivers down your spine. Heat started pooling in your lower belly, the familiar sensation making you more aroused and excited.

Your hand grips the sheets, back arching further into him as you cum. Your walls are basically suffocating his length and boy, does it feel good.

Your breathing is labored and you're babbling nonsense quietly as Anakin ruts his hips into yours repeatedly, groaning above you. His breath fans your neck and jaw, making you feel even hotter and vulnerable.

"Fuu-where do you want me?" He prompts, voice strained. "Hm, pretty girl?"

"Mmmh.." You whine "Anywhere you want..I don't care I just need you."

“Okay so.. that’s the clit..?” Two of SAM MONROES big and uncoordinated fingers spread your folds, strings of your arousal clinging to your pinkish nub

You were sat with your legs apart, letting your boyfriend peak around your pussy. He was curious - bless him - and he wanted to know what he was doing. So after an embarrassing talk you assured him he could take a look and you’d answer his questions. “Yes baby, that’s the clit. It’s like.. your tip. When I’m horny it gets harder and sensitive.” Your lips quirk up.

“Ooohhhh..!” You could see the lightbulb in his head. “Ahh okay. That’s not hard to find at all!” His brows furrow and you giggle. His thumb comes up and he starts pressing and moving on it like a video game controller. Immediately you twitch and squirm.

You stop his finger and gently pull it away. “Not quite babe. It’s not a button. You have to play with it. Like this.” Taking your middle and ring finger as reference, gently rubbing the sides of your clit. You moan at your own gentle touch, even more so at the knowledge that your boyfriend was watching you.

Sam moved your hand out of the way “I got it..” he murmurs, almost petulantly. He takes the same two fingers and gently rubs your nub from the side, rolling and pinching gently while observing your reaction.

“Oh yeah.. mhm.. mmm Sammy..” you nod in approval, egging him on.

Sam beams at your gentle praise “I didn’t know you could get.. this wet..” he mumbles, eyes fixed at your arousal, licking his lips while you move your body in rhythm with his fingers.

You laugh a bit and lean back, letting your body relax into the pleasure. “That means you’re doing it right..” you giggle. It’s only a few minutes of Sam delicious stimulation before your egging him on to move faster.

“More..m’gonna cum..” your legs twitch and your body arches. Sam had never seen such a wonderful sight. He was drunk off the thought that you were about to cum from his hands, from his doing.

Your orgasm is small but satisfying. Exactly what you needed for a demo on your boyfriend rubbing your clit. Sam continues rubbing you through, your legs jerked and hips twitched “you can stop now!” You pull his fingers away from the overstimulation.

“Oh.. sorry..” he blushes sheepishly. Biting the inside of his cheek and looking between your pussy and his now slick fingers, he sucks is your arousal and cum off them.

You open your eyes and smile at his action. “How’s it taste?”

“Like.. cunt.” He smiles stupidly

“Well I’d sure hope so.”

18+mdni, based on this request mwah mwah mwaaaaah

BABYTRAP/BREEDING KINK HEADCANONS- HAYDEN CHRISTENSENVERSE

anakin skywalker:

he hadn't stopped. everytime he finished, he kept his cock inside you in mating press, muttering something about how "he needed to make sure you always had him". at some point, you blinked at him, cupping his cheek in your hand. "anakin, what's wrong with you today? i mean, you know i have no qualms about sex with you but you seem a little off." you keep your voice soft. the question seemed to snap him out of whatever daze he was in, as he stared at you. you try to concentrate as his cock is still buried inside you, the pressure somewhat overstimulating you as he hasn't stopped in over an hour. instead of responding, he starts kissing you, around your face, on your lips, down your neck. "ani." your voice cracks, as he sucks softly beneath your ear. he doesn't respond. you feel him start to grow inside you again, thicker, growing against your walls, as he leans down against your clit. your eyes well with tears, sucking in a deep breath. "m'just been on so many missions baby..." he grunts, this clearly affecting him too, but he won't let on as much. you furrow your eyebrows, wondering what this really has to do with anything. sure, he has, but he's never been like this before. he presses your legs further back, tipping his forhead against yours. as he finds his release again inside you, you feel his hot breath against yours, "just need to make sure you have me forever. carry our baby." your eyes widen as you realize what he's been doing.

clay beresford:

he had known he was having heart issues for a while. he constantly reassured you he would be fine in the surgery, that he would make it out completely fine and there was nothing to worry about. he could see it in your eyes, that you still were beyond concerned. the way you bit your lip everytime he brought it up, tried to change the subject immediately. at some point, maybe he did think about it too. what would happen if he didn't make it out of the surgery and you were left with nothing, he was gone. he sat in his office, staring out the window, his lips twisted into a frown. your beautiful face, in tears, he didn't want to think about it. but he could think of a way, maybe, to leave you with something. if all went wrong, if there was the possibility he truly didn't make it out. and in a sick and twisted way, a way for you to never forget him, no matter what happened. "baby." you sat in his lap on the couch, as he pressed soft kisses against your lips. you cocked your head at him, letting him go on. "i know you've been worried about the surgery," he starts and you sigh, looking away, your shoulders sagging and he can tell you're starting to check out of the conversation. "no, no. listen to me. let me give you a baby." your head snaps back towards him, a look in your eyes he hasn't seen before. "clay." "i want to make sure you have me. if something does go wrong..." "you're suggesting i become a single mother. that's not exactly as romantic as you're trying to frame it." clay doesn't want to be agitated by your response, but he is. that isn't what he means by this, and he believes in the success of this procedure so no, you won't be a single mother. and why wouldn't you want to always remember him? through a child at that? "you won't be, though. the procedure will be fine." "so why do i need to be pregnant." you cross your arms. he sighs. you're stubborn. he'll have to go about this the way he wants, not the way you want. which involves replacing your birth control. but you won't know that. and you'll be happy once you realize he made it out and you'll be parents together.

sam monroe:

it was an accident. you think. you and sam had been caught up in the moment, truly just happy that your parents were gone for the weekend. you remember him asking if he should just take the condom off, you, in the moment agreed. he had gone on some spiel, one he had definitely either seen or heard in some porn, about how he wanted to cum inside you, but it did the trick. "fuck baby. you're so tight." sam was behind you, gripping your ass, as you whined wiggling against him. "wanna fill you up. please." "oh sam, i dunno..." your voice was garbled against the mattress along with the throaty moans mixed in. "it'll feel so good baby, i promise." he grunts, giving your ass another squeeze. the idea of pleasure from him already being intensified makes you throb, so you dumbly nod your head. "m'kay." and he did. the sensation truly felt not much different to you, but he was in pure ecsatsy so you didn't mind. at the time, anyways. now you do. when your period was late, when you started tracking your cycle, seeing how late it truly was, pacing around your room, deciding whether or not you needed a pregnancy test. in the end, you did get one. your hands shaky as you peed over it, tears welling in your eyes, because this can't be real? could it? it was. those lines were very much real, the call to sam was very much real. after a moment of silence, his response was, "does that mean i can continue nutting in you now? since you're pregnant?"

james kelly:

james never wanted a child until he saw you interact with one, really. was always impassive about it, never a second glance at a child. but he saw you one day, cooing at a baby, your sisters, talking about how "isn't she just the sweetest" and whatnot. he thought about it all day, the way that could be his child. his child on your arm, showing to people his child was the sweetest, that you truly belonged to him. so as he fucked you stupid that night, whining and limp on the bed, he mutters into your ear. "gonna make you a mommy. how's that baby." and maybe you don't realize the ramifications of what he said, or maybe you do and don't care, he can't tell. but you nod, whimpering out a 'god yes'. "yeah? you wanna be full of me so i can breed you baby? want all that?" he's harder than he's ever been, he thinks, imagining you round with his baby, being able to take care of you. "fuck, james, yes." you're pushing up to meet his thrusts into you, as if you want to feel him deeper inside you. he holds out his release as long as possible, to feel you on him, around him, to make sure this is the one that impregnates you. and if not, he knows he'll fuck you dumb until he can.

Warnings/notes: Slight arguing, dom!sam, hair pulling, doggy position, dirty talk, clit play, ass spanking, cockwarming.

You were laying on your bed, simply reading a book. Earlier today, you had gotten into a fight with Sam, your boyfriend. He saw you talking with Josh, but you were only talking to him because you had a biology project! Even though you tried to explain that to Sam, he was still angry and stormed off. And you were still mad.

Sam has a tendency of getting jealous really easily, over stupid things too, like today. He said to you that, “he was standing way too close.”, which is completely bullshit! At this point, you weren’t even reading the book anymore. You were just too focused on the argument. But your thoughts were interrupted by a knock at your window, making you jump.

What the hell was that? You got up and walked over to the window, hesitantly moving the curtain back. Behind the window, was Sam, soaking wet from the heavy rain. Normally, you wouldn’t have let him in, or even opened the window, but you couldn’t leave him out there in the rain..

You opened the window, and he immediately crawled in, falling on your floor. “Shut up, Sam! You’re gonna get me in trouble.” You whisper shouted. He quickly stood up, trying not to seem embarrassed that he fell. “Calm down, Princess. It’s 2 in the morning, they’re sleeping.” He said, his voice low. “What the hell are you doing here? I’m still mad at you.” You said, looking him up and down. He smirked, his hand reaching out to cup your face. “Why don’t I make it up to you?” He asked, his thumb caressing your cheekbone.

You scoffed in response, moving your face away from his hand. “No, Sam. Change into dry clothes, and then leave.” You said, still holding a grudge for earlier when he called you a bitch. You walked to your closet and grabbed his clothes that he normally left there, throwing them at him. His smirk only widened. “Oh, cmon. I came all the way here to see you. I miss you.” He said, taking his shirt off to change, and you couldn’t help but look. Even though you were mad, he was still your boyfriend.. and he was still hot.

He caught you staring, since you weren’t exactly subtle, and stepped closer. “C’mere, baby. Give me a kiss.” He said. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but cave at the pet name. You stepped closer, and he immediately grabbed you, pulling you against him. He pressed his lips against yours, making out with you instead of giving you “just a kiss.”

But you didn’t stop him either, reciprocating the kiss. Your lips moved against his, his tongue sliding into your mouth. He tasted like mouthwash and weed. He groaned against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip before pulling back, but only to lay you back on the bed. “I still hate you.” You said, watching him unbutton his wet jeans. “I know, baby.” He said before laying down on top of you once he threw his jeans somewhere, smashing his lips back against yours.

His hands moved up your body, sliding your shirt over your head. You watched the smirk grow on his face when he saw you have no bra on. He groaned and started groping them, his lips moving down your neck, towards your breasts. You arched your body against him, your lips parted as he groped you. A soft moan escaped you, which fueled him even more. He wrapped his mouth around your hard nipples, sucking while his hands moved down your body, pulling your pyjama shorts off.

His lips moved down your body, making your panties even wetter. Once he got to your hipbone, he abruptly flipped you over, now laying on your stomach. He groaned at the sight of you in a thong, placing a kiss on your lower back, just above your asscrack, before pulling them off. He groped your ass cheek before sitting up on his knees, taking his boxers off. He pulled you up by your hips, giving him a perfect view of your wet pussy.

He bit his lip, rubbing his tip against your slit. “Still mad at me, Princess?” He asked, pushing the tip in, but only to take it back out. You whined at his teasing, shaking your head. “No, M’not!” You said, making his grope your ass again. “You sure?” He asked again, now rubbing your clit with his tip. You moaned, nodding eagerly. “I’m not fucking mad!” You said in annoyance, but also desperation. He reached forward and ran his hand through your hair, before gripping tightly, snapping your head back. “Shut the fuck up before l leave.” He warned, and you instantly shut up.

When he saw you obey, he hummed in satisfaction, finally starting to push his cock into you. Your eyes squeezed shut, and soft moan escaping your lips. He groaned, looking down where you two met. He bottomed out, holding the position for a second before he started to thrust, and not gently. You let out a loud moan, and he immediately shoved your face into the bed, your moans muffled. He slapped your ass, thrusting roughly. “Didn’t I tell you to shut up? What would you do if your parents walked in and saw their perfect little girl getting fucked? Huh?” He asked, mockingly.

His pace didn’t slow, or soften, if anything he fucked you harder. He watched as your ass bounced against his hips every time he bottomed out, your ass jiggling. He couldn’t help but slap it again. “Fuck! Oh- fuck yes..” you moaned, panting heavily into the bed. He could tell you were close, he could read your body language. He reached around you and lightly slapped your clit, making you gasp, your back arching. “Gonna come?” He asked, speeding up even more. You nodded wordlessly, your brain melting as you felt your climax approaching.

He smirked. “I’m gonna need words, Princess.” He said, this time rubbing your clit in small circles. “Yes.. I’m gonna come..” you groaned, your eyes rolling back. He could also feel his orgasm approaching, making him pant softly. “Fuck.. fuck yeah you are.” He said, before you both came at the same time, both of your muffled moans filling the room. Even he had to lean down to bury his face in your neck so he wouldn’t be too loud.

He rolled off you, but didn’t take his dick out of you. He spooned you from behind, gently fixing your hair while you cuddled in his arms. “Mind if I stay in you tonight?” He asked, and you nodded sleepily.

Authors note: guyss I really like this >⩊< should I write another fic with sub!sam?