a/n: Back with a little somethin...Request from like a month ago...If i find the req, i'll reply.
𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Princess! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI
Summary: Warming up to your new bodyguard, Anakin.
Warnings/contains: enemies to lovers, original au, dom male, dom femme, forced submission, sexual intercourse, p in v, choking, prolonged sexual tension, sexual teasing, proof read-- english is not my first language!
Word Count: 1.7k // Master list!/ ko.fi tips
Anakin's eyebrows furrow as he feels the princess's gaze boring into him; Your eyes narrowing slightly as you appraise him with clear disapproval. He can practically hear your thoughts, see the disdain written across your beautiful features. It irks him more than he cares to admit.
Who do you think you are, looking at him like that? He's a Jedi Knight, not some lowly servant---
“You’re huffing.” You said before raising your novel higher, blocking the unsightly view of your bodyguard.
“I am not.”
“You. Are. Breathing. Hard. Take a run if you’re out of shape.”
"Princess," he says, his voice tight. "I'm here as your assigned protector, not your pushover. I advise you to focus on the threat against your life."
“How many times must I say it?! I do not want you here!”
Anakin's eyes narrow as he stares up at you from your canopy bed. He can't believe your arrogance, every day, like clockwork, dismissing him so firmly. He's not some toy you can send back because it doesn't suit you. He's a Jedi, sworn to protect the innocent, and that includes spoiled royal brats like you. He won't be brushed off so easily.
"Send another?" he asks, his voice tight with frustration. "I'm afraid it's not that simple, Princess. The Jedi Council assigned me to this mission personally. They chose me for a reason - because I'm the best at what I do. I didn't come all this way to be cast aside because you don't like the way I exhale."
You climbed off your bed and stood tall against him. “…you’ve got some nerve.” You muttered bitterly before snatching the lightsaber off his belt. Anakin grinds his teeth as you toss his lightsaber somewhere far. He listened to the loud clatter as it knocked over a vase, shattering it.
However, his expression stayed firm. He was confident his weapon was fine. It was you. You were the issue. “Rest assured, as soon as I get the call back to Coruscant, I won’t hesitate...” He took a step back.
Anakin takes a deep breath, reminding himself of his duty. He's here to protect you, not indulge his own ego. He tucks his lightsaber back into its holster, the familiar weight a comfort. “Princess.” He dismissed himself, going wherever you weren’t.
Later that day on the dry courts, you played some game he had not recognized. With little racquets, you and the ladies of the court drank wine and clumsily swatted at balls. “Ha-ha!” Your obnoxious laugh rang in Anakin’s ears. He couldn’t control how his eyes rolled.
Pets run around the lawn and your puppy, a little tan creature, insisted on biting at Anakin’s robes. “You’re just as bothersome, rodent...” He muttered to the pet before pushing it away.
He can't help but feel out of place, a warrior among the extravagant finery. His black Jedi robes stand out starkly against the colorful dresses and the vibrant greenery that surrounded the few. He stands further from the courts, not wanting to intrude on your revelry, but his eyes are constantly scanning the surroundings.
“It seems my new pet would rather keep his distance.” You chattered, obviously tipsy, to your friends.
Anakin's eyes narrow as he watches you laugh cruelly at his reaction to his alienation. He can feel his face heating up with embarrassment and a touch of anger. "I am not a pet.”
“Am I speaking to you?” You asked firmly. The women’s laughter died as you held a moment of eye contact with the general.
Anakin clenches his fist, his cybernetic hand whirring softly as he struggles to control his temper. The insult stings, but he knows he can't rise to the bait. “No, my Princess. You were not speaking to me. I apologize for any disturbance I may have caused." He keeps his gaze fixed on the horizon, refusing to meet your eyes again.
How dare he ignore you? How dare he break eye contact after that pathetic apology?!
“Get the dogs off the court!” You spat to the butlers. It was true, you were a brat, entitled and rude at times but Anakin really brought it out of you. “Useless…” You whispered to yourself, stomping off.
After you left, the women began to gather their things. Anakin stepped forward to the court and with a gentle but firm hand, he scoops up your puppy, murmuring a soft calming phrase under his breath. “…you’re alright…it’s alright…”
Some nights later, you sit on your marble balcony, biting your bottom lip. The breeze flowed in your silk robe, and through your hair, letting it whir around your head. Anakin ate from a leftover dessert tray, popping the sweet bits into his mouth. With every new flavor, his eyebrows raised. “…mhh, coconut.” He steered away from the tempting wine bottle that lay in a bucket of ice.
Through his thoughts of soft delicacies, he heard you speaking to yourself from the balcony. Anakin startles at the sound of the princess’s voice, his heart leaping into his throat. He keeps a respectful distance, not wanting to intrude upon your private moment.
And yet, he can't help but let his gaze linger on the curve of your backside, the way your hair spills down your back, the soft rise and fall of your body as you breathe. There's a vulnerability to you in this moment, a softness that he rarely sees. He wiped his crumbs onto a towel of yours and swallows the last of what he chewed. “M- my princess? Are you alright?”
You looked over your shoulder before turning back to the view of your kingdom. “Fine.”
He found himself stepping closer to you…so close your eyebrows furrowed. “What do you want?” He stared at your red eyes before wiping your face with the sleeve of his night robe. You were still, an awkward and contorted expression on your face. “I am not a child. I need not be comforted by a man.”
He stepped back, taking the far side of the balcony, his back to you. “I don’t think lowly of you.”
“Should we throw a party?” You asked sarcastically before hiding yourself behind your hair. “Leave me be.”
“You’re impossible.”
“I am not!”
Anakin groaned, his cybernetic hand clenched tight, “What do you want from me? What can I do make you happy princess?!”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?” He took a step closer, “Nothing at all? No one can ever satisfy you. Not me. Not your friends or lovers. Not your pets or meaningless belongings. Nothing. You are a sad woman.”
You sat up, tears in your eyes, “…you don’t know me! You don’t know my kingdom nor my people. You are a stranger. You hold no rank on this planet and when morning comes, I want you gone.”
“That is not for you to decide. Your father-“ You began to walk away from him, strutting back into your bedroom before Anakin grabbed your wrist. “You will listen to me.” Your eyebrow raised as he drew you back.
Swiftly, you clutched the hilt of his lightsaber. The saber ignites in your hand, its blue light hummed. The light was mesmerizing, your eyes on it as he glared at you. Anakin’s hand overlapped with yours, “You don’t know what you’re doing. You’re an entitled child. Let it go.”
“Make me.”
“I won’t put my hands on a woman.”
“Choke me.”
He knows he should refuse, should walk away and report this disturbing request to the Jedi Council. But there's a part of him, a shameful part, that chilled with excitement. A part that craves dominance, the utter control. Just once. Just once he could make you submit. “No.” he said firmly.
“…do it.”
Without another word, he leans in, his large hand wrapping around the slender column of your throat. His fingers sink into the soft flesh, feeling the delicate bones and the racing pulse beneath his palm. He applies the slightest pressure, watching your face intently for any sign of distress or regret. He didn’t need to make contact with your flesh to hurt you but there was something about your soft skin, your throbbing heartbeat, under his clutch that make his cock swell under his night robe.
He keeps a small part of his mind clear, focused on your wellbeing and the need to stop if you asks him to. As he clutch your windpipe, he thought of every condescending moment, every time you yelled at or pushed him away.
Finally, you let go of the lightsaber which he returned to his hip.
Your eyes flutter back into your head as you lay back on your sheets. He stayed above you, watching as you slowly surrendered to him. This was a reckless act, dangerous none the less but how could he stop? You sighed, your hands came to his wrist, keeping him steady.
Anakin's heart pounds wildly as he feels the princess’s body trembling against his robes, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The power pulsing through him is intoxicating, the knowledge that he holds your life in his hands, that one wrong move could snuff out your existence was enough to make him moan.
His grip remains firm, not relenting, as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your ear. "Breathe." The man half-teases, his nose in your hair. Your vision grew blurry, breathless whispers he could not understand. A tense moan left your throat as you came, the knot in your core tight and left unsatisfied.
Anakin turned you onto your side, his body spooned yours with a heated passion. He leans in, his lips brushing against your neck, feeling the racing pulse that still hasn't slowed from your climax. His voice is rough, tinged with a hunger he can barely control. "Tell me to stop, and I will.”
He pushed away his robe and positioned himself at your entrance, the thick head of his manhood pushing insistently against your slick, heated folds. With a slow flex of his hips, he sheaths himself inside of you. A shudder left his lips as he grinds into your velvety cunt.
When you whined too loudly for his liking, Anakin quickly places a hand over your mouth, muffling your lewd cries.
a/n: something short...chapter 2 of Eclipse will be out on Sep 17th.
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𐙚 Anakin x Fem x Kenobi 𐙚 THREESOME 𐙚 || 18+ MDNI
Summary: You spend the night at your friends dorm.
Warnings/contains: College AU, Anakin + Kenobi are athletes, smut, p's in v, double penetration, sex tapes, multiple creampies, face fucking, slapping, hair pulling, choking, marking, hickies, sex modeling, sexual teasing, proof read-- english is not my first language!
Word Count: 4.1k // Master list!/ ko.fi tips
Athlete’s Dorm: ‘9:02 PM'
“What do you mean, broken?!” He stood in his dorm hall with his roommate. Soon, the hall was filled with students fanning themselves and chattering.
“I mean, there’s a guy here to fix the AC, Skywalker. Just bear with me, ok?” Anakin folded his arms, and leaned back onto the door frame as more people asked the RA questions. “Alright, everyone! Calm down! There are fans in the lobby! You’re welcome to—” The students began to push past the RA to the elevators. “Whatever.”
“I hate this building.” Anakin groaned, pulled off his shirt and left the door to his dorm open.
‘10:12 PM’
He sat at his computer, glasses pushed up the bridge of his nose, and two energy drinks by his keyboard. The fan on his shelf blew warm air onto his sweaty, shirtless torso. After procrastinating for a week, his essay for his government class was due as well as a handful of chemistry assignments. As he typed, he thought of all the time he wasted crashing in other’s dorms or jerking off after class--- “Ahg!” The young man grumbled and folded his arms. “I’m goin’ to the vending machine, ya want anything?” He asked his roommate, Kenobi.
“Empty calories. No.” Kenobi said with his back to Anakin as he went over his biology notes with a highlighter.
Anakin sucked his teeth and grabbed his wallet before heading to the elevator. I fucking hate this old ass building…stupid fucking government class. Interrupting his thoughts, the elevator took him down to the lobby.
Every area was filled with sweaty and complaining students. Some lay on the floor and others, across furniture and against walls. Anakin was quickly distracted by a group of his teammates who stood together. “What’s so funny?” He placed a gentle hand on one of the guys.
“Girl in your room?”
Kenobi would kill me. He thought. “I’m writing an essay.” He called over his shoulder as he got a water and something sweet from the vending machines.
“That can wait. We’re about to take a walk~” A friend of his raised his eyebrows.
“Tempting. But no.” A few of the guys groaned, some sighed.
“You’re missing out!” One guy called out.
“Oh, yeah?” Anakin continued to walk around the lobby, eventually finding his way to the RA telephone on the desk behind the counter. He walked around the desk and started to dial a number---
“Skywalker! What do you think you’re doing?!” One of the staff asked with a groan, trying to avoid staring at his bare torso. He raised a finger to his lips. The woman gasped and stormed towards the coordinator’s office.
After a few rings, you picked up the landline on your nightstand. “Hello?”
“Hey, beautiful.” Anakin said smoothly after taking a sip of his water.
You turned over your left wrist and smiled at your watch. “It’s late, Mister Skywalker. What is it? Ran out of Red bull?” You speak into the landline as you remove your jewelry for bed.
He chuckled, playing with the phone cord. “An hour ago, yes. But that’s not why I’m callin’, Sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes, a hand on your hip. He was a known sweet talker and did nothing to hide it. You’re sure he could convince you to balance fine China on a tightrope with a simple smirk. “How was your day?” He leaned on the desk of the lobby.
“It was good.” You bit your bottom lip, a lock of hair around your fingers. “Yours?”
“Rather lonely, can you believe that?” He asked softly.
You shook your head before realizing he was simply on the phone. “U- Ahem, no.”
“Do you want to know why, Sweetheart? I didn’t see you in class.” He whispered the last part; your lips spread with need. “Where were you?”
“Doctor’s appointment.”
“And you thought to tell no one?” He asked sweetly, your feet swung under you as you sat at the end of your bed. “You should know, I sent out a whole calvary to find you. I was worried.” That charming sarcasm always grasped you so tightly.
“I didn’t mean to scare you, handsome.”
“Tsk, well you did.” He sighed, “You’ll have to make it up to me, Sweetheart.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“As the Teacher’s Assistant…it’s your job to help students in need, right?”
You rolled your eyes playfully, “I suppose. It depends on what that student needs.” Breathlessly, you spoke while imagining him on the phone with you. Making that sly smirk, toying with something that didn’t belong to him.
“My essay. Will you come help me?” You knew he’d have you in his dorm until morning. Not that anyone cared in his dorm, but this was looked down upon. A TA sleeping with her student; you should be ashamed but thank God you aren’t.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He chuckled, “Bye now…”
You arrived in lobby only four minutes later and quickly walked up to him, holding an armful of books with crooked glasses on your face. He could tell you put on a subtle amount of makeup in the car. Pajama pants waved in the wind created by the fans in the lobby, your tank top clung to your distracting figure. His eyes traced down your body. “Why is it so warm in here?” You asked while glancing over the groups of students.
“Shit. I forgot to tell you: the AC blew.” He shook his head, walking closely as you went to the elevator.
“Damn, I’m sorry. But that explains…all this.” You took a long look around the room again at the shirtless men and women in sport bras. You muttered, more needy than you expected, “You are…so lucky to live in this dorm.”
“Tsk, get in the elevator.” He lightly slapped your ass. You quickly shuffled into the elevator; your books in his arms as the doors closed. “Kenobi’s likely still in there. Midterms are knocking him on his ass.”
“He’s not the only one, I’m guessing.” You shrugged and Anakin ignored the comment before entering his dorm.
“I was thinkin’ more…write a paragraph, get some head in the study nook down the hall. Y’know, alternate between the two.” You rolled your eyes faster than he could get the words out.
“Hey, Ken.” You hugged his shoulder before sitting at Anakin’s desk. He hummed a ‘Hello’ and continued highlighting. Anakin rolled his eyes as you pushed his trash into his already full wastebasket.
“Alright, Interior decorator.”
He leaned over you as you sat, his palms on the top of the desk. “You should…get a new rolodex…” You whispered as a drop of his sweat dropped and slipped down your right breast. “It’s full.” Your heartbeat thumped quickly in your chest before you looked up at him and he was smirking.
“It’s been filled for a while now.” He added. You turned your attention to his computer. “It’s an argumentative essay over state law and federal…who should have more power or somethin’.” He waved a dismissive hand and opened your government textbook to the unit. “You’re my TA. Don’t you have the answers?”
A single line of sweat ran from his adam’s apple down his collarbones, to his pink nipple. “A- uh.” His tanned skin continued to draw your eyes back, “It’s an essay. Not a multiple-choice test.” You mumbled, “Did you keep the rubric?”
Anakin ran a hand through his hair and looked through his mess of papers from his desk. “Maybe I dropped it.” He went to Kenobi’s desk and picked his government binder from the shelf.
“What on earth are you doing?”
“See, I knew you wouldn’t mind. I just need it for a few seconds.” Anakin offered you Kenobi’s binder as you began to type his essay onto the file. “Make sure you include a few spelling mistakes.” He said while leaning over you.
'10:59’
Minutes passed and he began blabbering about his game and spinning a ball on each of his fingers—or at least trying to. “…with Notre Dame. Coach said tighten up but I’m not stressing. Half of ‘em are on coke anyway.” He shrugged, “So are you coming?”
You turned from the computer and to him. “What?”
He groaned and rolled his eyes, “Are you even listening?” He tossed his ball into a laundry basket across the room. “Come to my game!” He groaned again, his head tucked into your neck, his nose buried in your hair. “Ken’s gonna be there.”
Kenobi rolled his eyes, “I must be there. I’m the team manager. Don’t guilt trip her.” His broad shoulders strained against a sweat-soaked cotton shirt. Ken blew cool air into his shirt before he pulled it off his body. “Fuck, it’s hot.”
Anakin ignored his friend, his hands on your sides. “I can’t focus on you right now, Anakin.” You whispered as he playfully licked your neck.
“I’ll let you work.” He said, resting his chin on your shoulder as you wrote his essay.
“I expect to be paid handsomely for this.” You referenced Kenobi’s notes and your textbook as he simply watched you work.
He peered over his shoulder to be sure Ken wasn’t listening, “How about a few rounds of leg-shaking head?” You slapped one of his hands softly, “Oww!” He whispered, hugging you tighter. “For my girlfriend, you are quite feisty.”
“I’m not your girl, Ani.”
“Why is that again?” He asked before slipping his large hand into your pajama pants.
You whipped your head in his direction, “What are you doing?” You hardly whispered.
He pressed his lips against your temple, “I’m helping.” Before you could disagree with him, he moved the chair closer to the desk to conceal the location of his hand. “Just some motivation.” He whispered into your hair as his fingers ran up and down your slit. You decided to give your attention to his paper. “See? It’s working.” His fingers rest over your warm slit. “Someone shaved~”
“Oh stop! I did that before you called.” He snickered, “Ken, I need your help.”
“Don’t call him over here.” Anakin groaned and took his hand from your pants.
“Yeah? What’s the matter?” When you turned your head, your eyes were met with Ken’s bare torso. His chest covered in blonde hair as he rubbed his mustache. You stuttered for a moment before Anakin turned your head towards the computer by your braids.
“Uhm…c- could you both read this? I want it to sound natural like Anakin.”
“Sure thing.” Their hands rest on the back of the chair as they read through the paper; “You mind?” You took the warm mouse in your hand and scrolled down some. “The paper looks good…just…” Ken leaned down until his chest hair rubbed your shoulder and he began to make a few changes to the conclusion.
“Sounds like me.” Anakin shrugged.
“Alright, we can print it before class on Monday.” You began to stack your books and offered Kenobi his resources.
“Where are you going?” Ken asked as the room’s fan tossed the young men’s hair, sweat ran down their tanned bodies as you fixed the strap of your tank top. “Home already? I thought you’d stay.”
“Really?” Anakin turned his head to his dormmate. “You never let me have guests.”
“This is different.” He shrugged and organized his books on his shelves. Your eyes shifted between the two and ran down their toned backs. “She’s a TA, a good influence.” Anakin could feel that Kenobi was trying to butter you up. And right in front of him?!
You weren’t focused on the unspoken words, just the two figures, glistening with sweat under the faint desk lights. Both men were powerfully built, their muscles taut under tanned skin. Kenobi, a stockier man with a porno mustache (that you suggested), wiped a hand across his brow, leaving a streak of sweat. Anakin ran a hand through his damp, dark hair. His chest heaved slightly with each breath, revealing the network of muscles beneath his skin.
Both men, clearly uncomfortable in the stifling heat, radiated an almost palpable aura of sexual frustration.
‘12:04 AM’
Anakin offered you his jersey and in the bathroom, you changed out of the heavy pajama pants and sweaty tank top. The airy jersey and panties gave you room to breathe as you lay in Anakin’s bed with an ice pack over your head.
“How about you stay still so I can kill you!” Anakin snapped as they leaned over the console; fingers shifting on their controllers.
“He never wins.”
“Don’t listen to him!” Anakin barked behind him as you lay on your side, observing the two. After a tussle, Anakin covered Ken’s eyes and won the in-game match. He smirked and tossed his controller on his beanbag.
“No, no, no! Rematch! That was cheating!---” Anakin followed Kenobi’s gaze to his bed. You were bent over while adjusting his puffy pillows for your head. When the room fell silent, your attention shifted to them.
“What’s wrong?” There was only silence as their hungry gazes ran over your tanned thighs and round ass up to the open sleeve of the jersey; your perky breasts showed from the side before you quickly covered yourself with a pillow. “Don’t stare!”
“You look like a model.” Anakin drooled.
“An indecent one.” Obi-wan sneered before putting his hands up, “I meant no offense!”
Anakin folded his arms over his chest, “What did you mean? Y’know, she’s my girlfriend.”
You chuckled and moved hair behind your ear. “No, I’m not.”
“Tsk, Y/n!” Kenobi was messing with something by his bed as Anakin began to beg, his face on your warm, thick thighs. “You’re the only girl I’ve seen this month!” You rolled your eyes and pushed his forehead, “I want to take us seriously. Why are you so hesitant?”
“Because you’re a man-whore.” Ken said over his shoulder as he slipped a new battery into his digital camera. You curiously sat up on your knees as he turned it on.
“What’s that for?” You asked as your hand ran through Anakin’s hair and down his back. His eyes were shut as your nails gently scratched his skin. Kenobi pressed a finger to his lips to shush you and raised the camera to his face. You discreetly moved the fabric of the jersey over and flashed a tit at the camera.
Behind Anakin’s back, you’d been fucking Ken. Only when Anakin had class and even then, he’d find any excuse to skip so it wasn’t easy. It’d been two weeks since you last fucked Ken; he’s starving for you and your teasing didn’t help. The man bit his lip as he stared at your hard nipple.
When Anakin picked up his head, you quickly kissed him. He was fairly distracted by your gesture but as the flash of Obi-wan’s camera went off, he pulled himself away. “M- mhh! What are you doing?”
“Taking pictures of my pretty girl.”
Anakin was angered as you bit your nail, a knowing look traded between you both. “What is he talking about?” A pause. “You slut.”
“Like you’re so different.” Anakin didn’t find you funny. “Just come here, Ani.” You pat the bed, crawling backward to make room for him.
“I don’t want to share.”
“You’ve been doing it for months.” Ken adds while taking more pictures of you. In the covers, Anakin couldn’t lie, you looked stunning. More than that, you looked like a woman straight out of his Playboy magazines. Anakin took the camera from his dormmates hands and began to go through them. The two turned to each other and back to you. “I have a camcorder.”
The light flashed red as it rest on the bookshelf, pointed to the bed. You rest on your hands and knees; Ken pressed his crotch against the front of your face as you left messy kisses along his cock and full balls. The two had suckled on your neck and attacked the flesh with passionate kisses. Already, the purplish-red bruises marked your skin. You’d experienced groping before but nothing so possessive. The two men groped, licked and slapped the curves of your breasts, thighs, ass and throat.
Anakin’s hands gripped your hips as he moved against you, the pace was fast and rough, but it felt so good while you arched your back. Your clit bumping into his pelvis while he bucked into you harshly, the sound was slick and wet. “You feel so fucking good~”
Ken took your tit into his hand, pinching and rolling the nipple over again in his forefinger and thumb. His breath was hot as he murmured, “Take that down your throat.” His cockhead pushed past your lips and deep into your mouth. Your fingers clung tightly to the covers as your eyes watered. “Don’t bite me.” He warned as he grabbed you by the braids and guided your hot mouth along his shaft. His head threw back as you swirled your tongue around his shaft.
The room was filled with a symphony of sounds - the creaking of the bed, the slick slap of skin against skin, and your combined moans, chokes and gasps. Obi-Wan's eyes met Anakin's, a look of shared pleasure passing between them.
As you were turned by Obi-Wan's strong hands, he took a moment to admire your curved back and the plump flesh of your rear. Ken’s blue eyes darkened with lust as he positioned himself behind you, his muscular frame hovering over your smaller form. He leaned down, his blonde hair brushing against your back as he pressed hot kisses along your shoulder blades.
Anakin fisted your long, dark hair, pulling your head back and exposing your neck as he positioned himself at your plump lips. The scent of sex and the musky aroma of the men’s arousal filled your nostrils, making your head spin. Anakin rubbed the slick tip of his cock against your soft lips, smearing them with his pre-cum. “Hm,” He chuckled, slapping your face with his cock. “Of course you want two cocks in you. I should’ve known.”
“Open your mouth.” As you parted your lips, Anakin pushed forward, sliding his hard length into your warm, wet mouth. He groaned at the sensation, his grip tightening on your hair as he began to move, fucking your face with deep, steady thrusts.
Obi-Wan matched Anakin's rhythm from behind, his hips rolling forward to bury himself deep inside of your tight heat. The dual sensations of having both men pleasuring you was overwhelming; you could feel yourself being pushed closer to the edge for the first time tonight.
Obi-Wan took the camcorder into his hand and filmed the sight of your jiggling ass that slapped so lewdly against his hips. His hand slid down to slap your ass a few times; staining your cheeks with red marks. Your pussy tightened from the slaps and unique grind of Ken’s hips. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of their balls against your skin, and their ragged breaths and moans. “Haha!” The man filmed the sight of saliva on your face and in your hair as Anakin treated you roughly.
Anakin continued to thrust into your pretty mouth, his grip on your hair tightening as he found his sweet spot in your throat. “Look at me.” Your eyes lolled up to meet Anakin’s gaze. He could feel you choking and whining; your throat vibrating around his sensitive cock, only serving to make him cum faster. Ken drove into you with deep, and quick strokes that had you seeing stars.
Obi-Wan's hands slid around to your front, finding your clit and rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub. You pulled your head from Anakin’s cock and broke down trembling, pathetic squeals left your lips. “Shhh.” Ken chuckled past your ear as he filmed your face. He could feel your walls starting to flutter around his hard length, and he knew you were close.
Anakin couldn’t care less about your helpless whimpers. He took the camera and pulled you by your hair, his balls pressed onto your face. You lapped at the swells and took them into your mouth.
Anakin placed the camera behind him and pulled his balls out of your mouth with a groan, a string of saliva connecting his package to your swollen lips. He flipped you over onto your back, holding your legs up and spreading them wide for Ken. Obi-Wan followed suit, never breaking his rhythm as he continued to drive into your hot, tight core.
Together, they worked in tandem, their bodies moving as one as they brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. Anakin leaned down, capturing your swollen lips in a lewd kiss, swallowing your gasps. Ken’s fingers began to work your clit once more, rubbing and circling the sensitive bud as he felt his own release approaching.
Before long, Anakin’s cock filled your tilted mouth again. Your back arched off the bed, your nails digging into Anakin's thighs as you finally let go. Your orgasm crashed over like a tidal wave, your inner walls clenching and spasming around Ken’s pistoning length.
As you lay on your back, Anakin gripped your hair tightly and picked up the pace of his frenzied thrusts into your mouth. His hips snapped forward rapidly, slamming his thick cock deep into your throat with each stroke. “Good girllll…” Ken continued to drive into your fluttering, over-sensitive pussy from below, extending that perfectly intense orgasm. As you purred, he could feel your walls still clenching and unclenching around him, milking his own release.
Anakin's pace became erratic as he neared his own climax. With a strangled groan, he pushed himself balls-deep into your mouth and held himself there, his cock pulsing as he spilled his hot seed down your throat. His balls covered your nose as you began to search for air. Obi-Wan followed seconds later, spilling his own release deep inside your quivering core with a low, deep moan of your name.
“M- more.”
Anakin and Obi-Wan exchanged a glance, a look of surprise and renewed arousal passing between them at your plea.
Some time later
Anakin sat up, his sculpted abs glistening with a sheen of sweat. He scooped you up into his arms, his hand gripping your thigh possessively as he positioned you to straddle his lap. His cock, already hardening again, prodded against your cum-covered entrance.
With that, Anakin pulled you down, spearing you onto his hardening length in one smooth, deep thrust. At the same time, Ken pressed against your back, his own fat cock nestling between your warm ass cheeks as he began to grind through them. Your hands cuffed around Anakin’s face as they exhaled onto your sweaty skin.
Anakin gripped your hips, slamming you down onto his thick cock with each powerful thrust. Behind her, Obi-Wan's hands slid around to grope your breasts, kneading the soft flesh and rolling your stiff nipples between his fingers. He caught your lips in a passionate kiss, swallowing each cry of pleasure as the sex grew more intense. “You want me to cum in your ass?”
You could only moan and whimper in response, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being so thoroughly taken by the two athletes. You could feel Obi-Wan's hard length pressing insistently against your backside, grinding in time with Anakin's relentless thrusts.
Their pace grew more intense, more urgent, as they chased their next releases. The small room was filled with the sound of their harsh breaths, and of course, your needy moans. You could feel the coil of another orgasm building low in your belly, your walls started to flutter and clench around Anakin's plundering length.
“Please…I- I” Your voice quieter than you expected as they each took a side of your neck into their mouths. Ken gently slipped inside of your tight ass; his hand pressed on the back wall behind Anakin’s head.
Anakin watched your twitching features. “Cumslut.” Your body convulsed, back arching as a powerful orgasm ripped through you. Your pussy clenched and spasmed around Anakin's pistoning length, milking him for all he was worth. “A- hmp!” His head hit the back of the wall as he buried himself deep inside of you. Ken’s cock pushed past the tight rings of your asshole as he came within the perfect, suckling heat.
Your lips were taken by Ken’s before given to Anakin. You tried your best to keep your mind still as their cocks nestled inside of you. Anakin’s tongue rubbed against yours; Ken’s tongue licked up and down your neck as their sweaty skin pressed against yours.
a/n: long one, hope you enjoyed!! I wrote this a month-ish ago so pls ignore the mediocre writing here.
a/n: Hiii, I've been away on vacay!! My birthday is tomorrow!!
𐙚 OLDER STEPBRO Anakin x VIRGIN F! Reader 𐙚 MDNI
Summary: Comforting your heartbroken stepbrother.
Warnings/contains: modern au, dom! male, sub! fem, reader is 18-19, Anakin is 23-27, raw sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, crying/tears during sex, dirty talk, NOT proof read yet-- english is not my first language!
Word Count: 1k // Master list!/ ko.fi tips
You crept into his bedroom and shut the door behind you. He was still sleeping, his body warm and still like a shirtless, snoring beast. When you climbed into bed against him, spooning his body, his muscles went ridged. With the familiar touch of your fingertips around his waist, Anakin relaxed, slowly melting into your embrace.
His hand draped over yours and captured it in a tight grasp. The room was quiet as he turned his head to the side, his dark hair brushed against your face. You remained quiet as his blue eyes observed your beautiful face. His eyelids puffy from a night full of tears and exhausted pleads through the phone. His voice hoarse as he spoke, “…she left me.” His cheeks pinked while you traced soft fingers over his nipples, exhaling onto his skin.
“I heard.”
When he spoke, Anakin’s voice was rough with emotion and lack of sleep. The words are pushed out from between clenched teeth, as if speaking them causes him physical pain. “I…didn’t do anything wrong.”
You nodded, kissing his shoulder, “I know…”
“I don’t deserve this.” He rasps, his chest heaving beneath your palm. “She cheated on me! Twice! And I took her back!” He rolls over to face you, his eyes glassy as they search yours. Anakin’s hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushed at your skin.
“I’m so sorry. You were an amazing boyfriend. It’s her loss, Anakin.”
He nodded and turned over until he was spooning you. Your familiar warmth was enough to make him groan with content. He tightened his arms around your body, and kept you pressed against his chest. When he speaks again, Anakin’s voice is a broken, awed whisper. “You’re so perfect. Everything about you is…all that I could ever want.” He buries his face in your hair, his tears soaking into the soft strands as he clings to you like a desperate pet, “I love you, Y/n.”
“I love you too, Anakin.”
He gasped sharply as your ass pressed back on his morning wood. “I- I’m sorry.!” Your soft curves molded against his thin boxers and nestled his cock between your ass cheeks. “F- fuck.”
“Anakin, I want to make you feel better. Can I do that?”
Anakin’s hands massage to your hips, gripping them tightly as he fights the urge to grind against you. His voice is a strangled whisper, “Y/n, I’m- so fucking horny right now. I’m not thinking straight.”
“Use my body. I’ll make you feel better.”
His hips start to roll, the hard length of his cock sliding back and forth along the cleft of your ass covered only by lace panties. Anakin’s breath grows ragged, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he finds a rhythm. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He leans down, his chest pressing against your back, his lips brushed the shell of your ear. He whispers, “Can I fuck you?”
“Yes.” You said as he began to grind, his cock twitching on the soft flesh of your fat ass.
One of his hands slides across your stomach. It drifts lower, his thick digits dipping beneath the waistband of your panties to tease through the curls at the apex of your thighs. “ Thank you…” He rasps, his fingers finding your slick folds, stroking through them torturously slow. “You’re still a virgin, aren’t you?” You nod, your head on his pillow as he breathed onto your hair.
“Little kitty…” He nips at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his hand slips further into your panties, his fingers brushing against your swollen, aching clit.
Anakin’s fingers circle your clit, rubbing the pearl in slow strokes that send shocks of pleasure up your core. “You touch yourself like this, don’t you?” He can feel the heat of your wet pussy coating his fingers, your body's true reaction to his touch.
“Sometimes.” His other hand slides up, cupping the soft swell of your breast, his thumb and forefinger trapped your nipple through the thin fabric of your top. Anakin’s hips grind harder against your ass, the damp spot on his boxers growing with each thrust.
You pull your panties to the side and shut your eyes. Anakin follows suit, letting his thick cock spring free. The crisp blankets fold and tasseled from your movements, your bodies hidden under the veil. “Don’t wake up dad.” As he speaks, Anakin’s hard cock began sliding through your soft, slick folds, not quite entering, but teasing your swollen clit instead. Anakin whispered against your scalp, “Don’t moan…”
He positioned himself right at the entrance of your sopping cunt before slowly notching himself inside of you. His eyes fell back as his wet lips pressed on the top of your head. He begins to move his hips rolling in a steady rhythm as he makes good on his promise to fuck you.
Pull out. Don’t forget to pull out. Anakin coached himself.
Anakin’s hand comes up to cover your mouth, muffling your gasps and moans against his palm. Anakin’s voice is a low whisper in your ear, his words mingled with the sound of skin against skin and the creaking of the mattress. “Take it, take all of me.” His hand over your mouth tightened as tears slipped onto the pillow.
He could feel the bits of drool that left your mouth and seeped between his pale fingers. “Be quiet.” He hushed by your ear; a few hurried kisses were left against your ear. Anakin’s expression strained from the tight sleeve of your cunt; a few open-mouthed pants left him with each exhale.
From the force of his cock hoisted at your g-spot, you cried harder with pleasure. Anakin shut his eyes completely, swimming in your sensitive and spongy cunt. Pull out. Pull out. Anakin reminded himself he felt your walls clench him with a deadly pulse straight from your core. You came on his dick, eyes rolled back into your skull as he clenched your mouth, fingers digging into your soft cheeks.
He buried his face into your shoulder, his weight slumped against you as he bottomed out inside. A deep, choked rumble left his throat as he bit down on the flesh of your shoulder; Fingers found both of your nipples, holding them in a pained ministration. “Fuck me.” Anakin said lowly, his cum coated the inside of your womb.
a/n: Aggghhhh I love dilf anakin with all my heart. Closing my eyes and pretending I found a clear photo of older hayden <3 lol.
𐙚 DILF PROFESSOR! Anakin x GF! Reader 𐙚 MDNI
Summary: Study date with your professor.
Warnings/contains: Student x Teacher, dom! male, sub! fem, reader is 20-25, Anakin is 40-55, established relationship, older man, older anakin, oral sex (f! rec), public sex, library sex, marking, hickies, NOT proof read yet-- english is not my first language!
Word Count: 1.5k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls
Anakin walked through the thin aisles of the silent library. A stack of books from his belt up to his chest rest in his hands. On top of the stack were a few archival newspapers on disks. He approached the study nook you cornered yourself in, earbuds in as you listened to a previous lecture from your phone recordings. A single lamp shone on the table in the dim library. “I found everything off the list.”
You pulled an earbud out and smiled, “Perfect.” He spread the books out on the table and offered the disks to you. You checked your watch, “In record timing too.”
“I’m getting good at this.” He whispered back and sat beside you. “What unit are you on, baby?”
“Seven out of thirteen.” You said softly as he found the corresponding chapter in two of the thick books. “Thank you.” You held his jaw and kissed it.
“Would you like me to bring you food?” You shook your head.
“I want you here with me.” He rubbed your thigh and tucked his hand between the warm clasps.
“Should I just sit here and look pretty?” He kissed your giggling mouth and turned you back to your studies. “I know you’ll pass with flying colors but study…” You bit your bottom lip as his thumb grazed your slit from over your cotton shorts. That was enough motivation to pick up your pen and continue your notes.
Only a few more units and this will be over. Whispering in this library will be the death of me. I suppose it’s worth it…but damn he looks good tonight. You wrote theses mindlessly; your opposite fingers ran over his between your thighs. “Am I distracting you?” He asked softly as he leaned. When he tried to pull his hand away from you, you clung tighter, your nails sunk deeper on his skin.
“No. I’m focused, I promise.”
“How about…” Anakin picked you up by the hips and placed you on his lap. “this?” He gently pats your thigh and rubs it smoothly. You leaned forward on the table and continued your work. The warmth, the closeness of him was surely distracting but you’d never admit it, he’d move you off his lap. His fingers traced the patterns of your sweater, sending chills down your spine. Naturally, you flexed your tailbone. “Relax…” He whispered past your ear, a warm exhale followed. He pushed a few hairs away and rests his head on your shoulder while reading your notes.
UNIT 8
Topic 1: Atomic Structure
Subatomic Particles…Protons, Neutrons, and Electrons; their relative masses and charges…determine the number of each in an atom given its atomic number and mass number...sketch of the atomic structure…Bohr model…
His attention was soon drawn to the vibrant purple and blue bruises on your neck, markings of memories from the nights before. Every few inches, layered on top of each other. Usually, you didn’t mind them but due to the quantity, you decided to wear a sweater that concealed them. He found your attempt to hide his signatures on your skin amusing. You tapped your pen on the textbook as you read.
Topic 2: Isotopes
…isotopes…they differ in neutron number…calculate average atomic mass. Examples of common isotopes of elements like carbon or uranium…
You leaned your head back on him and sighed. “Are you getting sleepy?” His voice soft as his hand overtook yours and continued to write from the textbook; the other enjoyed the feel of your side from beneath your sweater.
Topic 3: Electron Configuration
…electrons are arranged in energy levels and sublevels, using the Aufbau principle, Hund's rule, and the Pauli exclusion principle…of electron configurations for various elements.
You watched his hand as it guided your own, his handwriting was much larger than yours, every word purposeful and just important as the last. He took his time sketching the models on the side of the page; he used the side of his finger to smear the ink and create a shadow. “You’re good at that.”
He smirked without looking up. “Thank you. I usually only sketch landscapes.”
“I didn’t know that.”
He shrugged and began to crosshatch on the electrons, rubbing your side with gentle fingers. “Believe it or not…I am more than a tired old professor.” He chuckled as you kissed the scar over his eye.
“Wouldn’t have guessed.” You said sarcastically, tracing a finger along his soft wrinkles while he finished his sketch. “Don’t you have the answers for the test?”
“No, no, my specialty is astrophysics. This is…”
“Too amateur?”
“I’d never describe anything that you do as amateur.” The man smirked, proud of his own innuendo as he took the weight of your ass on his crotch.
“I’m flattered. Any other talents you want to show me?”
He raised his eyebrows for half a second, a smirk on his lips. “Well, Sweetheart, I think you know all of them.”
“All? Are you sure?”
Anakin wrapped both his arms around your waist when your voice lowered a pitch. “I’m quite sure. Would you like to test that theory?”
“I would like to.” His cybernetic fingers danced against your soft slit through your shorts.
UNIT 9
Topic 1: Ionic Bonds
…ionic bonds…they form between metals and nonmetals through electron transfer…predict the formulas of ionic compounds. Examples of ionic compounds and their properties: high melting point, conductivity…
His head nuzzled against yours as his thumb drew down the fabric, revealing your vulva. "Pretty girl..." You agreed as he kissed your flushed cheeks and blushing lips. “Finish the unit and we can go get something to eat.”
Topic 2: Covalent Bonds
…define covalent bonds… they form through electron sharing between nonmetals, and…different types of covalent bonds (single, double, triple)…covalent compounds and their properties would be useful…
“I’m not hungry, I’m sleepy.” You whispered to Anakin, eyes flickered between both his.
“Really? You don’t sound sleepy.”
You held onto his biceps, using his stubble to scratch your cheek. “I want to be in bed with you. I’ll say whatever to get me there.”
“You know just how to do it.”
Topic 3: Metallic Bonds
…metallic bonds…they result from the delocalized electrons in a metal, and correlate this to the properties of metals (malleability, ductility, conductivity)…
“Anakin.” You mumbled rather to yourself as he buried his head between your thighs. His body was beneath the table as he held your legs. “Fuck…” A moan slipped from your mouth as his warm tongue circled your clitoris. Your thighs tightened and raised in shock.
His head was between your tanned thighs, his hair frazzled from his efforts as he suckled on your firm clitoris. You could feel your womanhood throb with need upon feeling those sensations. “Shhh.” He softly reminded. You held the back of his head, keeping him still. His tongue was quick and skillful as it played in your pussy. His thumb gently held up the hood of your clitoris; barely moving. Your thighs trembled; an unsure panting left your lips as you looked around for students.
Quickly, you dimmed the table lamp and held a palm over your mouth. Anakin moaned back as your warm walls engulfed his tongue. His nose pressed against your clit; his lower face now wet with your mess. Anakin kept his eyes shut, imagining your face, construed with pleasure as two of his digits slipped into your cunt. Your fingers tore into the upholstery of your seat. His tongue lapped and sucked on your clitoris as his fingers curled deep inside of you. The pads of his fingers pushed up onto your sensitive spot with robotic ease.
You felt yourself climax over his fingers, however, he continued. Your cunt pulsed with pleasure. “Study, baby.” The man muttered as he suckled softly on the center of your clit.
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a/n: We love Padme here! not in this fic tho. Something short I thought about over dinner lol
𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI
Summary: Anakin wants another son from you.
Warnings/contains: original au, mommy/daddy kink, you are Anakin's mistress, adultery, breeding kink!, nipple play, sexual teasing, proof read-- english is not my first language!
Word Count: 1.6k // More on my Master list!/ ko.fi tips
Anakin nods, palming his bulge inside of the private room of the Jedi Temple, “Y- yeah, baby. I hear you.” He kept his comms to his ear as he stood in the corner, “Say it…” He whined, firmly stroking his shaft through his clothes; quick breaths left his lips.
You moaned to yourself, fingers buried in your cunt. “Breed my pussy, daddy.” You were too caught up in the feeling of your orgasm building that you barely missed his moans---
He threw his head forward onto the wall as he stroked himself faster. “Fuck, mommy.” With Anakin’s seed, you’d given birth to three boys in quick succession of each other; the youngest being three months old. As the years went on, he found himself mesmerized by the development of your curves, the velvety deepness of your feminine voice, and your nurturing warmth. But there was one problem, you weren’t his wife. Unfortunately, he had met you two years after his wife, Padme. “I can’t stand being apart from you, mommy.”
“Come home, my love.”
Although you were his mistress, you’re far from hidden. To Padme’s dismay, he’d bring you and the three children to celebrations regarding the Senate or Jedi. You’d stand on Anakin’s right side, the youngest child to your bosom as your servants watched over the other two. Anakin would treat you both equally, the same clothes, shoes, allowances, but timewise, he’d rather spend it with you.
Anakin climbs up the staircase to the Master’s quarters and strides into the room, his eyes dark with lust and frustration, fueled by your teasing messages and calls throughout the day. He slams the door behind him, the sound echoing through the large hallway. His gaze rakes over your curves, taking in every inch of your tempting body barely concealed by the thin nightclothes. You were waving burning incense in the air, a small smile on your lips.
It was rare to see your hair down, like a layer cascading down your shoulders, back and bosom. “You seem tired.”
“Far from it.” His heavy footsteps echoed on the polished floor. He moves behind you, grabbing your hips and pulling you back against him roughly. You can feel his muscular body pressed against your back and the prominent bulge of his erection nestled against your ass.
“Your new droid made dinner. I’d say it’s a little salty for my taste.”
“Dinner can wait.” He wrapped his arms under your bosom and kissed your neck passionately. The soft swells of your breasts rest on his gloved arm as he licked your skin. “You taste amazing.” He took a deep inhale, urging you towards the bed.
“No, no,” You led Anakin to the steamy bath. “Undress.” The man pulled away from you and undid his belt. His eyes took in the milky water and flower petals that floated above the surface. A soft glow of candles in the windowsills illuminated your features. You unstrapped his glove and revealed his mechanical hand; you took his lightsaber as he dropped his clothes, a small smirk on his lips as he stepped into the warm water.
The milky water rose around his hips and thighs up to his abs. You sat on the edge of the tub in the thin nightgown; he could see your perky nipples, every shade of your skin and the crux of your center. You hugged his shoulders from behind, and ran a warm hand down his neck, and he captured your fingers against his chest.
“Come bounce on my cock, Mommy.” He kissed your fingers and looked up at you. You undid the center of your nightgown and Anakin licks his lips, his face against the peaks of your nipples. He kissed your skin, gently pulling you into the bath.
“Will your arm be alright in the water?” He nodded and watched as you straddled his lap. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he captured your mouth in a brutal kiss; his tongue invaded your mouth as he tried to get as deep as he could. Anakin’s hands grabbed your ass, kneading and squeezing your skin as he positioned you over his throbbing cock. “Beg for my pussy.”
“Please, mommy.” You grazed his lips with your thumb as he peered up at you with needy blue eyes. He rubs the swollen cockhead up and down your slick slit. “Milk my cock.” You nod as he gently pushed your pussy down on his fat cock.
“Shit~” Your hands caressed the back of his head as you tilted it back. Your kiss was rough, sucking on his sensitive and pale skin as you bounced your ass on his lap. “Tell me how much you love my pussy.”
“I- I love-“ He whimpered as the water in the tub sloshes and splashes with the movements of your hips. “I love your pussy so much…it belongs to me.” Anakin needed to find his grounding again. You dominated him so easily; the sound of your voice and the grip of your pussy around his shaft was enough to make him bust right now. The sound of your intimacy echoed off the bathroom walls and carried into the bedroom.
“Yes, daddy, it does.” He felt your breast through the wet nightgown, his fingers gently pinched the tit as your chest heaved with arousal. Anakin starts to buck his hips up to meet Ada's downward motions, driving his cock deeper and harder into her with each thrust. The water sloshes and churns around them, soap frothing with their movements.
“Ride my cock faster, my love.” He groaned and slapped your ass through the soaked fabric of the gown that clings to your skin.
“Daddy~ Mhh~ you’re driving me crazy.” Anakin chuckled and turned you over, so you gripped the side of the tub. He held one of your legs over his shoulder and slipped back inside of your tight pussy. “Fuck~”
His fingers dug into the thigh, “Making me jerk off at work…you’re such a slut.” You bit your lip as your tits pressed against the cold ceramic; Your ass and pussy so vulnerable as he stroked deeply inside of you. He keeps your ass cheeks spread wide as he spits on his thumb and pressed it against the puckered hole; teasing and taunting it before he slipped his thumb inside. His other hand gripped your throat and soon, he strokes continued.
Your eyes rolled back as his tense metal hand gripped your throat tighter. Every pulsing inch of his manhood buried inside of you; his cockhead grew familiar with your cervix as you pleaded over the side of the tub. He pistons his hips faster, the force of his thrusts shaking the tub and sloshing the water out onto the floor. Anakin's balls draw up tight, signaling his impending release.
His heavy balls slapped against your wet skin; the sound mixed with your strangled yelps and cries. He fucked your core harder and enjoyed the feeling of your pulsing cunt around his shaft. “Cum in me, sweetie.”
His knees buckled and his rhythm faltered at the sound of that name. “F- fuck, mommy.” You watched his pleading face as he shoots his hot ropes of cum inside of your warm womb. He grinds against you in an awkward motion, sure that every drop was deep inside of you, “Take it a-all…”
Your legs shook as his mechanical hand gripped your neck tighter. This always happened after he came; it was something to look forward to. He leaned toward, bending your leg some to kiss your forehead.
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𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI
Summary: You're close friends with your neighbor, Anakin.
Warnings/contains: modern au, dom! male, sub! fem, dilf + milf, adultery, raw sex, multiple orgasms, squirt+cream orgasm, crying during sex, rough sex, oral sex (f reciv), choking, lots of dirty talk, reader is a milf, proof read-- english is not my first language!
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You held a tumbler to your breasts, and it was all he could focus on. Your white French tipped nails wrapped around that pink tumbler filled with hot coffee. A baby pink scarf around your head and neck and a pale coat that hugged your body. You stomped some to keep warm as your eyes followed the boys while they did drills up and down the outdoor rink. The sound of their hockey sticks, and sharp blades as they scraped on the ice echoed through the rink.
Anakin wore a knitted hat and coat as he stood beside you, his own hands engulfed in warm gloves. “You’re usually standing with the coaches before the games. Did you get kicked out again?” You asked before sipping from the warm drink.
“Apparently, my ambition has distracted the boys.”
“I told you last season to sign up for head coach. Luke likes you in the coach’s circle.”
“He does? You must know something that I don’t.”
You shrugged, “I eavesdrop when the boys have their sleepovers.” He nearly missed it as you traced your forefinger on the opening of the tumbler lid.
His breath hitched as he watched your nail… “U- Ahem, I won’t lie and say I don’t do the same thing.”
“Good friends keep you honest.” He nods once. “Were you thinking of coming over for dinner?”
And have the excuse to see your curves in a short apron? “Of course.”
“I hate when he’s out of town…” You twisted the ring on your slim fingers, “the house feels empty.”
“I’m sure me and the boys could help with that.” He smirked without looking at you. You stared at the side of his face and noted his cockiness. He’s sweet but prideful. Anakin knows how much you want him around, how excited it made you to hear his voice or even stand beside you like this. There was something about his charisma that drew you into him. You supposed it was the reason why even the people who couldn’t stand him found themselves circled around him for news about the team or his own life.
Last June
You had moved into this neighborhood with your husband and son. Two houses down from Anakin and his twins, you lived in a three-story home: pale blue exterior and close to the lakeshore. Anakin first spotted you as you carried in a small box from the moving truck and into the home. You came back outside and leaned on a porch pillar, a sweating water bottle in your hand, a white tank top clung to your form and blue jean shorts around your curvy hips.
The water from his hose sprayed on his car as his jaw loosened. “…holy shit.” Anakin’s eyes followed your every step as you walked back to the moving truck to assist your husband and son.
It didn’t take long before you turned around and waved. The man smiled drunkenly, his tongue rolled between his teeth as he waved back, watering his porch. You tilted your head at his actions, “Oh, Shit!” He turned his watering hose back to the grass and chuckled. By the time he turned towards your house, you were inside again. “Dad!” Leia called from the doorframe. “Where is my---” She scoffed, “Why is the porch wet?! My friends are coming over!”
“They can go through the side door.” He muttered distractedly. “Who are the new neighbors?” Through a sweaty brow, he peered over at your family.
“Huh? Oh, that’s the L/N’s.” Leia waved a hand and ate from a bag of grapes.
“I think the son plays hockey; I saw goalie pads.” Luke leaned on the porch, his attention on his phone. “We need a player badly, Dad.”
“Let’s wait until they get settled in and then we can visit.” Anakin finished watering the grass and sighed.
Leia shook her head, “We need to bring a gift. You can’t show up to someone’s house without one.”
“I can go to the store!” Luke perked up and slipped his phone into his pocket.
“Tsk, no! You just want an excuse to drive Dad’s car!” The two raced to the keys that rested in a ceramic dish by the door. Anakin didn’t care for the commotion that occurred over his car because all his attention was given to you while you rest in your husbands’ arms, his arms around your neck as he kissed your deeply. Part of him wanted to yell and tell you both to get a room but he couldn’t pull his eyes away from the lewd sight. “Dad! Leia took the keys!”
“Then get in the passenger side.” He groaned and pushed a cap onto his head.
Within a week of you living here, it was clear to Anakin that he wasn’t the only person, man or woman, who found you to be a beautiful and perfect distraction.
Present
“Poor thing, you look like an icicle.” Anakin chuckled and cupped your hands in his warm gloves. “Still not used to the cold?”
“I’m used to the cold, not the snow.” You said as he gently rubbed your hands. Other parents in the stands watched as he gently warmed you up. “Only a few more weeks of this until—”
“Rain.” The man chuckled and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.
“Mhhh, thank you.” You slumped against his body as his heat enveloped your body. “That’s perfect.” This wasn’t Anakin’s first time pushing it a little far with you. There were times where you’d find your way to his lap or in the tuck of his arm on someone’s couch. Each time, you figured there was some implications that pointed to him wanting more from you, but you’d just brush it off.
“There you go…” He chuckled and playfully kissed the top of your head. The practice came to an end and the boys began to take off their helmets and padding. Anakin refused to let you go, a teasing whine on his lips as he whispered to you, “You’re like a little bunny…I can’t let you go; you’ll freeze to death.” You laughed, a hand in your hair as you twirled a lock. “Have a good night!” A few parents exchanged their goodbyes with you and Anakin, used to the dynamic by now.
You felt a hand on your shoulder, “Moooom!” Your son shook your shoulder harder. “We wanna order in.” You faked a whine and buried your face into Anakin’s shoulder.
Luke chucked, “Hold me, Mister Walker~” He mocked your voice and nudged your son's shoulder. Luke brought your son into his arms and ruffled his hair.
"Very funny!" Your son pushed Luke into the snow.
“How about I drive your mom home and you both can meet us there?” Your son agreed and dug in your purse for car keys. He walked with Luke to your car and tossed their gear into the trunk. Anakin gently spun you on the ice outside the rink and led you inside.
You quickly gripped the side of the rink and shook your head, “I don’t have on skates! You don’t either!” The man took off his gloves as you stood awkwardly, your ass poked out and your feet spread as if you were too scared to move.
“C’mon.” He rests his left hand on top of yours, the other on your lower stomach as he helped you stand up straight.
“I’m going to fall.”
“If you wish, you will.” He said as he helped push your feet on the ice. You clung tightly to him, your nails pressed into skin. His nose buried in your hair as he took deep inhales. Anakin held back a moan as your ass pressed on the front of his pants. His eyes fluttered close as you focused on reaching the next wall. Your hands quickly grabbed the padded side in a quick crash. The man’s hips rocked onto your soft backside and groaned. You gasped; a warmth built in your cheeks.
“I’m sorry!”
The man chuckled, his hold on your lower stomach tightened. “I’m not complaining, Sweetheart.” Your stomach flipped as he pulled you back with him towards the center of the rink; you quickly gripped his forearms for support. “Lean back on me, I’ve got you.” The man whispered and you gave him your weight. “You see the far zone?” You nod at the yellow exit. “We can make it…” With slowly glides, he takes you towards the far zone, his attention on your sweet expression outlined by your hair. “There you go.” He gently rubbed your lower stomach, his curious fingers played with the delicate, cold skin of your hand. Chills ran down your spine repeatedly without much of a break due to the sensual touches.
Without much of a warning, the man spun your joining until your backs faced the exit. He let his body take the hit and push the door open; his arms wrapped around your waist as you rolled on the fluffy pile of snow. “Christ!” You yelped as he chuckled and pushed snow from your clothes. Your legs tangled with his as you lay against him. “I’ll bring my skates next time.”
“It’s better this way.”
“Why?” You balled up some snow in your hands. “So I can struggle?”
“You’re so adorable when you struggle.” He pets your hair. You smush the snowball onto his face and stand up. The man laughed and pulled you back into the pile of snow.
When you and Anakin arrived at your house later, half of the team surrounded your kitchen islands; some half-eaten boxes of pizza and others were empty. Hockey uniforms were tossed in the laundry room and bags were lined up by the entrance. “Uhm, honey?” You grabbed the attention of every player. “My son.” You cleared your throat, and the young man found his way to you, “I thought it was just you and Luke tonight.”
“You didn’t see my text?” He asked as he was thrown a game controller. You sighed and looked through your notifications. “I guess not. Anyway, Chris’ truck had some issues so I said he could come here…the rest of ‘em found their way here.” He shrugged.
Anakin hung you and his coat, eavesdropping some. “…alright. Since it’s so many of you, sleep on the third floor.”
“Thank you!” he quickly kissed your cheek and called out an ‘I love you’ before turning his attention to the television, as his thumbs rolled over the controller’s right and left sticks.
Anakin flipped through a few boxes before he found an untouched pizza. He raised it with a smirk and followed your lead upstairs. His eyes followed your hips as they swished from side to side; his bottom lip caught in between his teeth. “I need to get out of these wet clothes.” He playfully bit the air behind your ass as you walked ahead, “Do you want to change into something else?”
“Hm? Yeah.”
You walked into the master’s bedroom and disappeared for a few moments. Anakin set the pizza box on the table and began to undress in the second living room. When you returned, you didn’t shy from the sight and instead you handed him a pajama set. In those grey shorts you now wore, you ass seemed fatter. He stood behind you as he buttoned the pajama shirt close, a breath away from your body. You looked comfortable in your alma mater sweatshirt. Perhaps it was how comfortable you were around him as you switched through movies until you settled on something you’d seen a million times. Anakin settled on the couch, his feet propped up, when you joined him.
From your fingertips, you took a few bites of your pizza. Anakin leaned forward and took a bite of your slice. His arm tucked around your neck as you lay back on him. “Did you put on perfume?” He took another inhale.
“Yes.” You tried your best to swallow your spit discreetly as your heart throbs in your chest.
“It smells nice.” He brought your neck closer to his nose and nipped it with his lips playfully. You puckered your lips and pushed him away. “C’mon.” He followed you to the other side of the couch and kissed your cheek. You didn’t move away as he hovered over you, a leg between both yours. “I’m just being friendly.” He leaned deeper over you and bit your shoulder. Your hands rests on his shoulders as he kissed the reddened spot.
“Friendly? None of my friends do that.” You rose up and turned him on his back, your legs straddled his.
“Really? I could have sworn I’d seen you and Valentina like this in November.” He sat up on his hands, his lips a centimeter from yours as his eyes traced your dazed expression. “May I try something?” You nodded as he leaned into your lips, his hands sunk into your hair as you kissed him back. Your mouth opened for him, his thick tongue made it’s warm and silken impression on yours. Without warning, he took the gold band from your finger, minding the large diamond before he set it on the table. Your body fell onto his; his rock-hard cock under you as he sucked on your bottom lip, and you took his top lip into your mouth. “Fuck, you feel amazing.” He groaned, palming your ass as you sat on his hips.
You pulled off your sweatshirt and left yourself in a bra and shorts. …just as big as I imagined! You thought as his cock throbbed under your heat. Maybe bigger. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and turned you on your side. He lay against you on the couch, soft kisses trailed down your collarbones and to the edge of your bra. “Careful…” He inhaled your excited exhales and breathed it back into your lungs. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I know.” His forehead rests against yours, his fingertips glide over the heat of your skin. “We won’t get caught.”
He chuckled, “You sound so sure of yourself.” Anakin whispered as his lips brushed against yours, “Your son already thinks I’m fucking you.” You shook your head, “It's true. Now, I’m trying to be a good man; to respect your marriage, Y/n.” He hiked your leg up on his hip until you were spread open.
You peered up at him with those large eyes, glazed with need, “You don’t care about my marriage.” Again, he laughed. His tone was not convincing from the start but you calling him out was comical in the heat of the moment. His hand tucked into the waistband of your shorts and grazed over your slit through your panties.
“He’s a lucky man…” You followed Anakin’s eyes to a marriage photo behind your head on the side table. He turned his gaze down to you as his fingers played with your slickened pussy. “Shhhh…” He circled the pad of his thumb on your clit. When you began to whimper a little too loud for his liking, Anakin took a deep kiss from your lips, his tongue dove into your mouth so lewdly.
The erection that bulged against your leg distracted you from his middle fingers that seamlessly slipped into your pussy, stretching your pink pussy. He swallowed your whimpers in his mouth as he pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy at a steady pace; each stroke curled to your sensitive spot inside your pussy. “N~ nnhhg~” You kissed the shell of his ear, and he pressed even deeper onto you until you could feel the ridges of his muscles through the pajama fabric.
He sped up, his fingers fucked you faster, “Ride my fingers.” He said softly as your sweating forehead pressed on his. Your hips bucked forward to his rhythm, seeking that delicious feeling that stirred in your core. “Ride them.” He repeated and you sat up on your hands, working your hips to the pace. Your silky walls clenched him with every stroke so rightfully, he took his place between your thighs. Two lips around your clitoris as he weakened your hole with his thick and invasive digits. He suckled until he found that perfect center. Your thighs faltered and his breath grew hotter as he breathed on your pussy, inhaling your sweet scent. “You can take it, pretty girl~”
Never had your husband spoken to you in this way, touched you in this manner. Sure, this was cheating but dammit, it felt good. He pushed your thighs wide and pushed a third finger into your cunt. The flat of his tongue pressed on your hard clitoris and you whined from the pressure. Anakin could feel your climax building; your walls clutched him tightly and you ride his fingers faster. Your exhales scattered and needy as if you were trapped in a tight space. “Cum for me.” He moaned into your ear, “Cum on my fingers, pretty girl.” His lips swallowed your cries as he worked your core. When you came along his thick digits, he could feel your pussy spasm and see your eyes roll back. He gently pats your cunt until you squirted over the couch cushions; he quickly gathered you in his arms to keep you from falling back. His hand stroked your damp forehead, a kiss on your temple as he carefully placed you on your hands and knees.
Your arms lazily held the arm rest of the couch as you huffed. You couldn’t remember when he pulled off your panties or took your bra off but with the heat you felt they weren’t needed. He pinned you to the couch, his hands rests on top of yours as his muscular frame caged you in. His firm cockhead pressed of the folds of your swollen pussy, “Mhh, fuck.” He groaned in your ear, a tempting edge to his voice. “…little cunt.” His tip caught on the opening of your pussy, threatening to push inside at any given second.
Anakin gripped your throat in his hand and tilted your head back, so you’d look him in the eyes. He enjoyed the feel of your body against his, the center of your sensitivity against his. Your breathing was quick, your body still twitching from the last orgasm. “You’ll take every inch of my dick, won’t you?” You nodded as his lips hovered over yours. He pried your lips open and spat in your open mouth. “Swallow it.” You obeyed his command as your eyes glossed over. Slowly, he buried himself to the crotch inside of you. “Fuck, you’re choking my cock.” Your eyelashes fluttered as he gripped your throat tightly.
He pushed into you at a comfortable pace as you gripped the couch, a few obscene moans left your mouth.
Downstairs, two or three of the boys turned their head to the sounds coming from the second floor.
Anakin quickened his pace as he pumped your pussy full of his fat cock. “Shhh…” He chuckled as you gripped the couch tighter. “Shut up or I’ll take you to the floor.” You could barely understand him as each stroke twisted your consciousness. His cock was the kind that you savor so naturally, you did so. Mindlessly, your mouth pooled with drool. Anakin laughed before kissing your lips. “You’re such a filthy whore.”
“Y- yes, Sir.” He pistoned into your cunt harder, stroking deeper with every sway of his hips. Anakin gripped your throat harder until your vision grew blurry and all you could think of was his cock. Drunk off his length, you hadn’t noticed the stairwell lights that flicked on.
“This is what you wanted, right?” You only exhaled a breathless moan, “They can hear you, slut.” He taunted in your ear. “Can you hear me, fuck doll?”
You nodded; your drool spilled on the side of the couch. “M- mhm.”
“Letting me fuck your pussy raw, you’re such a whore.” You smirked; you’d already came on his cock twice now. He kept his full length in you and stirred his hips with a deep groan; his cock whisks your insides, rearranging your guts.
“F- fuck~ ” He took your clawing hand and pressed it on your stomach that bulged with his length. You could hear the boys downstairs as they gathered blankets for the night and prepared for their night over.
“Focus on what’s important.” Anakin’s words echoed in your ear as he continued his relentless bucking into your cunt. “There you go~”
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𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI
Summary: Anakin goes to a rave for his eighteeth birthday.
Warnings/contains: bondage, smut, p in v, Anakin loses his virginity to you, sexually experienced y/n, Anakin is 18, Y/n is 20-30, male nipple play, alcohol consumption, mention of drug use (not Anakin), sexual teasing, NOT proof read yet-- english is not my first language!
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For his eighteenth birthday, Anakin snuck out. Instead of retiring to his room for the night, he hid in the bushes of the Jedi Temple courtyard; when enough time passed, Anakin drew his hood and took his Master’s landspeeder to the nearest skylane. From his pant pocket, he took out a torn page from a magazine. On the page was a messily written address. “…gi’kira…SL7…”
Anakin took a deep breath and kept the vehicle steady as excitement coursed through him. Every second was like an eternity until he reached the club. He placed his lightsaber under the front seat and covered the Jedi insignia on his ID with a blue sticker. Hopefully they’ll believe it. Anakin could feel the bass in his chest as he stood outside with other young creatures from across the galaxy; he couldn’t wait another moment; he stepped slowly to the club entrance as to not draw attention. Sure, there was a line, but it didn’t take long before he stood in front of the bouncer.
The man stared down at the boy who hid his face in the dark shadow of his hood. He grabbed Anakin’s chin and lifted it to the beam of his flashlight. Anakin’s dark pupil shrunk, and his blue eyes turned an icy white. The man glared at the photo on his card. “Alright kid.” He huffed, lowered the flashlight and gave him back his ID. “Come in. I’d ditch the cloak, it’s hot in there.”
“T- thank you.”
“Next, c’mon!”
The club pulses with electricity, a kaleidoscope of color and sound. Neon strobes slice through the thick haze—pinks, blues, and greens flicker like lightning across sweating skin and moving bodies.
People are everywhere, some packed in groups, others grind in couples, some alone—dancing, lost in the music, their faces lit by LED wristbands and the glow of blacklight paint. A mist cannon bursts over the crowd, cooling the heat rising from the mass of writhing dancers.
Anakin could smell the mix of perfumes, sweat and alcohol in the air as he took off his cloak, losing it to the crowd. At the center, the DJ looms behind a wall of decks and digital screens. A few nude creatures dance on the bar top as well as other platforms around the large club. Anakin smirked; his gaze lingered on the curves of the women. Above the center of the room, an enormous disco ball spins slowly, splintering light like shattered glass, while lasers trace wild geometric patterns in the smoke-thick air.
Although some were nude, other’s topless— Everyone else is dressed like a fever dream—fishnets, faux feathers, small shorts, glitter-smeared skin in the shape of handprints, and glowing pacifiers suckled between mouths of inebriated creatures. It’s a sensory overload for Anakin; Time starts to blur.
He was flirted with, offered sex of all kinds, most with multiple people; From people that looked his age, he was offered pill after pill, sorts of smoking devices and drinks. “N- no, thanks.” He said each time. Some lingered and others went to the next customer. He rejected another advance and picked his head up. Across the room, he spotted you. Your body was coated in a layer of shining glitter, impossible to miss. You glowed ethereally in a bright pink wig and slingshot bathing suit, held perfectly on your nipples by the will of the Force. A headpiece rest on top of it all, which he came to realize meant that you were working here. A bartender.
You stirred the drink inside the glass and slid it over on a napkin to your customer, “For you, my love.” Anakin found himself leaning against the bar, taking glances at you. “You look sober, wide-eyed, that’s why they approach you, baby boy.”
He glanced up at you and pointed to himself. “Me?”
You smiled while mixing a drink in the cocktail shaker, your curves jiggled with every rock. “Yes, you.” You squinted for a moment and spoke softly across the bar, “Are you at least eighteen? I don’t mean to knock your fun if you’re here to explore but I can’t lose my job.”
A beautiful woman, a mesmerizing creature is so plainly speaking to him! Your voice perfectly deep and your eyes are alluring. He couldn’t think. Instead, he said the first thing that came to his head, “I- It’s my birthday!” He couldn’t help but beam.
“Awww, what year are you turning tonight?”
She’ll never be interested in me if I say I’m a baby. “Twenty-one.” You excitedly cheered for him which made the people at the bar clap and whistle as well--- although most were too inebriated to realize what they were celebrating.
“You’ve got sucha’ baby face.” You touched his cheek, “Happy birthday!”
He blushed, holding his chest. “Thank you! You’re very kind.”
“Here, have a drink on me.” You made him something light. You could tell by the way he looked at the arrangements of alcohol on the wall that he didn’t know his drinks. “It’s mostly juice.” He nervously picked up the drink and took an elder-like sip. “How is it?”
“D- delicious. Did you put any alcohol in here?” He joked as he finished the drink in a few gulps.
“Want another?”
Time began to fly. Before long, he leaned across the counter, his forearms on the bar top as you rest your face on your hand. “What’s your name?”
Should I lie? No…I should stop lying. “Anakin.”
“Do you want to come home with me?” You asked as his lips gently embraced yours. His will faltered as the curves of your breasts pressed on his. Even tipsy, he felt bad for lying to you about his age! Beyond that, he couldn’t go home with you! It’s against Jedi code. Celibacy is… You held his soft blonde hair as your lips dominated his. Celibacy is the most important… Your tongue grazed the inside of his mouth to test the waters before you sucked on his bottom lip. Celibacy. It’s so important. Obi-wan said It’s important. Celibacy? Celery? Your opposite hand cuffed his neck, and he moaned into your mouth. Your kiss intensified, tongues tangled inside both of your mouths, the sound of saliva and sweet groans hidden under the sound of the pulsing beat and intelligible lyrics.
“…yes.” Master’s landspeeder. I can’t leave it. “W- we can take my-“ He dangled the keys, and you took the rattling bunch into your hand. He couldn’t lie; this past year has been hell trying to keep his cock in his pants. It seemed every second of the day, he was drowning in his own hormones; his lungs filled with breaths he couldn’t exhale. Would it really kill him? It’s just one night! His birthday!
He lie back on your soft covers as you dangled a bunch of ribbons in your hand. Your thighs straddled his hips, just nearly pressed your clothed pussy on his erection. “W- what’s that for?” Anakin was a different kind of virgin. He’d never known of sex in its entirety. Pornos? No. Masturbating? No. He couldn’t even tell you the name of what’s between your legs, let alone his.
But he had to keep up the act. “Tying you up.”
Tying me up? Why? Are men not allowed to touch women during sex? Is this a female mating ritual? “I don’t want you to get pregnant.” His heart raced as he stared in your eyes.
“What?” You tilted your head. “We aren’t fucking raw.”
“Oh ok.” What does that mean?
You laughed and began to undress him. He felt as though a magnifying glass was put to every cell on his body. His breathing sped as you ran your hands down his toned abs, leaving goosebumps in your wake. “What do you do for work again?”
“Service worker.” All his brainpower was gathered in his cock. Technically, it wasn’t a lie, but he could feel that you barely believed him. Anakin’s eyes ran down your curves, glitter scattered around the bed and on his skin in the dark room. His eyes suddenly locked with yours as you began to tie him to the headboard.
As you began to loop the tight ribbons around his ankles, a glare on your plump ass that rest on his leg. “W- so I can’t move?”
“Preferably.” He looked up at his bound wrists and quickly, his eyes were covered. You leaned deep over him, although he couldn’t see your nude body, he could feel the warm swells of your breasts on him, your hard nipples against his.
He strains against the ropes, testing the limits of his restraints, but they hold fast, keeping him pinned and helpless. The realization that he's completely at your mercy, that you can do whatever you want to his naked, exposed body, sends a shiver of excitement and arousal down his spine.
Your lips met his in a hungry embrace, your pillowy breasts like no other sensation. His cock throbbed beneath you, pre-cum leaked on his stomach and down his shaft. I don’t even know your name. Touch me; taste, lick, bite me…please me. Give me anything, I’m starved, malnourished. He groaned into the kiss, refusing to breathe as the pent-up passion flowed from every pore.
He’s never needed something, someone, more in his life. Your tongue explored his mouth as it did in the club; he tasted the sweetness off your tongue as his tongue lewdly circled yours. His hands clench into fists; something primal that lingered in him needed to feel you in his hands, this wasn’t enough. “Let me touch you…” His voice raspy and dry as he bucked his hips up needily. Never had Anakin felt so desperate, hungry; it was torture that he couldn’t see your beautiful features from this blindfold.
“No~”
His hips jumped at the feel of your sticky, and warm pussy as you grind on his shaft. “W- hmp!” He shuddered as the wet folds slide along his shaft, your juices coating his dick. Instinctively, his hips buck up to the rhythm, “W- what is that?” He bit back a moan, his voice cracked uncontrollably.
You chuckled, and figured the young man was teasing, “My pussy.” Pussy? Is that code for something?
“It feels so good…” He pants heavily as he hears the sound of a condom wrapper tearing. What was that sound? Is she eating? No…The anticipation is killing him, making his heart race and his skin prickle with excitement. His fists clench at the feel of the soft condom that slipped on his shaft. The cockhead caught on your entrance and slowly, your body sank down on his length. “A- ah!” Anakin whined at your pussy’s grip, your hands on his sides. His hands clenched as did his jaw.
“Are you ok?” You cuffed his cheek in your hand.
“Yes, I’m fine. You’re just…perfect.” Your tight walls stretched to accommodate his thick shaft. You felt him fill your insides, engulfed in the heat of your core. “Fuck.” Anakin cried out as you began to ride his cock, his head fell back into the pillow.
Scattered and breathy moans left your lips as you rode him harder, the squelch of your cunt was so disgustingly lewd, he couldn’t help but sink into the rhythm. You turn around in reverse cowgirl, your hips slammed down onto him. This new angle sent shockwaves of pressure to his core. For sure, he’d be limping tomorrow. “Don’t fucking finish.” His body went rigid and tense.
“A- ok!” His nails scratched the wooden headboard, leaving proof of your euphoric sex. Anakin pulled his right leg until the ribbons tore under his strength. He bucks his hips up to meet yours, driving his cock deeper into your perfect, fluttering cunt. “Don’t stop~” You were surprised to hear his plea seeing as how he was already pulsing, ready to cum inside the condom.
You leaned forward; your ass thrown back on him as you took his cock. He was ready to explode inside of you, but you warned him not to cum! The blindfold slipped from his eyes due to the constant movements. Your perfect ass jiggled with each of your controlled strokes. Inside of your wet folds. That’s a pussy! Upon hearing his virgin whimpers, you looked back at him and watched his helpless expression, “I- I can’t~”
Anakin can feel his own climax building, the pressure in his balls growing more and more intense with each passing second.In an instant, you pulled his cock out. “No.” Anakin could feel the pressure he was chasing leave his hot cock and sink back to his core.
“Please, don’t stop.” You pushed the blindfold off his face and straddled his hips. He watched as your head lowered to his chest; your tongue circled his pink nipple. “O- oh!” Such pleasure went straight to his balls as your warm mouth suckled on the sensitive nipple. Your fist began to stroke his cock as you flicked and kissed his other tit. Anakin whined as his climax began to rise once more.
The feel of your breasts on his abs, hand on his shaft and ministrations on his pecs were enough to make him moan like a bitch. “’Want me to finish riding you?”
Yes! “Yes.” You prowled over him, letting your pussy guide his cock inside of you again. Anakin's balls draw up tight to his body, his orgasm building to a crescendo deep in his core. He's never felt so much pleasure, so much intense, overwhelming sensations at once. It's like a tidal wave crashing over him. Anakin cries out in ecstasy as your passionate lips kissed and your tongue swirls around his nipple, the wet heat and sensation sending electric shocks straight to his throbbing cock. His back arches off the bed, pressing his chest tighter against your mouth as you suckle and lick at the sensitive nub.
You swirled your hips in circles and with a final, high-pitched moan, the young man filled the condom with his white load. His eyes fell back in his head while the tense ball of pleasure unwinds ever so slowly.
You chuckled. He faded in and out of the intense moment; he stole a glance at your glittered body, a pearly smile flashed as he gasped for breath.
Morning light began to stream into the room through the open blinds. He sat up in bed, loose ribbons around his wrists and a sheet pulled over his crotch. He felt the heat of your body as you lay over his side, your arm stretched over him. His spikey hair stuck up to the ceiling as he turned to the mirror. His tanned skin was covered in glitter in the shape of stars and octagons covered his body. He slipped out of bed discreetly and tried to get as much glitter off before dressing. He felt around for his… “Lightsaber,…shit! Where did I put it?!” You rubbed your eyes and sat up in bed. His eyes traced your nude curves as he stuttered, “Y…you. Uhm, I had a great night!” From your bedside, you tossed his ID across the bed. “Oh…” When he passed out last night, you found the card on the floor.
“Eighteen.”
“Sorry.” He gulped. “Have you seen my cloak?”
“You didn’t come here with one.”
Anakin felt his throbbing migraine and started to recall the events from early in the night. “I- I’m sorry. For lying and leaving…but I have to go!”
“Where are you-“ Before you could say anything else, the young man left the room and dashed to find his Master’s landspeeder. “Hm. Anakin…”
At the temple, Anakin discreetly walked to his room; there, Obi-wan waited in his room. He froze in the corridor, “Where were you?” A ribbon from his ankle peeks out from under his pants, glitter covered every inch of his body and littered his hair.
“At a surprise party.”
a/n: I plan to start posting my newest series later this week. I doubt many people will read this little spill but it's about if Anakin was stopped during Order 66 and you are his psychiatrist. I loveee red dividers sm!! Any excuse to use them, I jump up and down.
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𐙚James Kelly x Fem! PORN STAR Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI
Summary: James starts chatting with a porn star.
Warnings/contains: dom! male, sub! fem, reader is a porn star, oral (m recieve), car sex, raw sex, multiple orgasms, crying during sex, rough sex, online sex, meetups, choking (m recieve), long distance relationship, somewhat...proof read-- english is not my first language!
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Present: October 2011
James spent the day cleaning. He washed his sheets and made the bed nicely, fluffed pillows and vacuumed his rugs. In the living room, he wiped down surfaces and dusted any and everything. After months of talking online, today was the day he’d meet you.
In March, James saved enough to buy a laptop. Something nice, sleek and compact; he drove home happily with the box in his passenger seat. The man excitedly ran into the house and quickly set up his laptop on the coffee table. Of course, he initially used it for its natural purposes: digital storage, videos on car maintenance, porn, etc. but he found himself on websites he hadn’t figured existed. Chatrooms and other social media sites.
CHAT WITH HOT GIRLS NOW
Naturally, he clicked the link and ended up on a lewd site with overstimulating images and large text. His face scrunched in disgust, and confusion but he scrolled through the message boxes. He’d seen stuff of this nature on his phone before, sure and he knew a bit about online viruses and how they spread but this site looked a bit different. Legit(?)
He went through the chat boxes, faces and more faces of women in layers of makeup, voluminous or cropped hair, piercings, some without; some dangling handcuffs and others bent in positions holding their undergarments between their teeth.
He switched away from the tab and caught his breath. This was too much. Sure, he was bit hot but none of these photos made him hard. It was too performative. James sighed and spread his thighs, letting his laptop sit on his thighs. He opened the tab again the website forced him to put a card on file. He rolled his eyes and did so. The man clicked the filter for his type.
CLICK MENU FOR MORE
*[Your Race/Ethnicity]
*[Your hair color]
*[Your height]
*[Amateur]
He had to admit, he was curious. Curious and horny. The man found a few women that fit the search and scrolled through the list before he came across your “name”. Princess. He knew it was a stage name, but as he stared at the “ACTIVE” icon, it didn’t matter. He read your short bio: “Video vixen” and proceeded to click ‘chat now’.
Maybe his cursor slipped or something of that nature, but his web cam turned on. He hadn’t noticed it was on as he studied the moving chat tab. You were texting him.
You: Hi, I’m Princess. It’s nice to meet you.
James: Hi, Princess.
You: What’s your name?
James hesitated. He shouldn’t tell you his real name but it’s so common, you’d never figure out his identity. You smiled from the other side of your screen, staring at his face in the corner of your screen.
James: James.
You: You’re very handsome.
James: Thank you. I’m sure you tell every guy that texts you that.
You: Not every guy actually shows his face.
James’ eyebrows furrowed as he read your message over again. I’m not showing my face. He thought to himself.
James: What do you mean?
You: ? Your camera, it’s on.
James’ cheeks turned a bright cherry red before noticing the active camera. He shut his laptop and pushed it aside on the couch. “How embarrassing.” He grumbled to himself and held his hair, clutching the dark locks tightly. I’m so pathetic on that stupid site! How’d I not notice the camera was on?! “Shit.”
You bit the inside of your cheek. He was the first handsome man you’d seen in a long time on this site. It was a shame to see him go but there was no way to connect back unless he did it himself. You waited for the next user to show up on your screen before starting to chat with them.
James had nearly forgotten about the embarrassing accident as he smoked a cigarette and finished cooking his pasta. That was until he sat down on the couch and saw his black laptop on the third cushion. He sighed and flicked on the television; James leaned back and held his bowl of food to his chest, following the football game.
That was rude of me. She probably thinks I’m an asshole. Princess… I never meant to offend you.
He tapped his foot on his rug before opening his laptop. To his surprise, the tab was still open. He watched as the loading throbber spun. CONNECTING YOU TO ‘PRINCESS’ His heart raced as soon as he read the page. Instantly, he was connected back, his camera off this time.
James: I’m sorry
You: Hi! I’m Princess. It’s nice to meet you!
James’ eyebrows furrowed. Of course, this is anonymous. He thought.
James: It’s me, James.
You: Oh!! Hi again.
James: Hi. I want to apologize for leaving the chat like that.
You: It’s ok, I understand if you are busy.
James: No. I was just stunned that my camera was on.
You: If you want, we can both turn our cameras on.
Without much thought, James agrees.
James: Sure, Princess.
You turned on your camera and stared at your screen. It would be an understatement to say that he fell in love with you at first sight. You looked different from your photo but in the best ways. You bit the corner of your bottom lip as you sit in your spill of white sheets on your bed. Pretty pink lingerie covered your body, and a pretty collar held around your throat. He admired the way your hair fell over your shoulders and those large brown eyes that looked deeply at the pixels.
He nearly forgot to turn on his camera! James sat up and wiped any loose seasonings that might’ve been on his shirt. Again, you saw his handsome face and smiled. What a pretty smile. Your teeth aren’t perfect but still white, fitting for your lips.
James was surprised to hear your voice come through the speakers of his laptop: “James! There you are.”
He turned on his mic, “You’re stunning.” He stuttered more than he wanted to admit.
When you smiled this time, your tongue rests between your teeth, “Thank you!” You leaned forward and bit your lip, “Do you want to have fun?” He nodded mindlessly, unaware of his card that was being charged by the minute. “Can I see your cock, James?” Although he lived alone for now seven years, he looked around the room space, “Are you with company?”
He shook his head, palming himself through his jeans. “I- I live alone.”
“I live alone too. What would you do if you were here?”
He exhaled a trembling breath, “I- I’d take that off of you.” James stared at the frills of the lingerie. You undid the top of your lingerie dress and let it fall open. He pulled his hard cock from his jeans at the sight of your perky tits and hard nipples. “T- take it all off.” He stroked himself as you undressed, small moans escaping as you revealed yourself to him.
Day after day, paycheck after the next, he’d completely fallen for you. Eventually, you felt terrible for taking his money and decided to text/call him through your socials.
It was one night as he lay on his side, he asked: “What’s your name?” You sat up across the barrier of the screen and touched your lips nervously. “I promise, I won’t do anything bad…I just want to know.”
“…Y/n.” He smiled at your vulnerability and soon, you smirked with him.
It’s now October and the turning leaves began to gather in piles in front yards and along streets. You trusted him enough with your number, not only that, but he also made you his “girlfriend.” He called you on the way back from the corner store; a bag in his left hand and the phone pressed to his ear. “…I love you.” You said softly. He blushed, a pip in his step from the lovey feeling. This honeymoon-stage never ended. He’s fully and deeply in love with every aspect of you.
Present
Your legs trembled as you sat in the back of the Uber, holding your knees, you took deep breaths. The car stopped and you held your breath, staring at the man that walked around the car and opened the trunk. You stepped out, your eyes wide like a deer in headlights as James grabbed your suitcase and placed it on the sidewalk.
The car pulled away and you stood in front of him. “Hi.” He raised a hand to your cheek and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Let’s go inside.” You agreed quietly and he took your hand into his, “I, uh, know you like Italian so I made reservations for tonight…only if you’re hungry.” You looked around the space as he admired you in your pink tracksuit.
“We can stay in…” You shrugged and held your hands behind your butt. “If that’s ok?”
He scratched the back of his head and held his neck, “S- sure! Yes.” The man followed you as you took your own tour of his home, touching his belongings, opening drawers and smiling all the while.
“Who’s this?” You moved out the way of the photos on the media center.
“That’s my brother.” He said gruffly and walked past you towards the kitchen. “Do you want a drink? Water, or uh, tea? I bought lavender because it’s your favorite.” When he turned around, you were right behind him. “Oh! H, hi.”
“Hi…may I admit something?” You asked, your eyes ran up his tatted forearms
“Yes.” He held the counter that you backed him into.
“I did a background check on you.” He gulped and took a deep breath, “Can I know what you did to receive the charge? Aggravated assault with a deadly weapon?” He stuttered for a moment, “I just…want to be safe.”
“You are safe! I would never hurt you, Y/n. I hope you know that.”
“I know you wouldn’t.” You smiled, your hand rubbed his forearm and down to his hand. James’ fingers interlaced with yours, “Tell me.”
“Uhm, I went to prison a few years ago for robbing a bank. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone, I swear but the gun went off and this lady got hurt.” This wasn’t your first time dealing with an ex-con, but this was James. He’s nothing like them. “Do you want water?”
“Sure.” He quickly turned and poured you a glass of cold water before offering it to you. “It’s very clean in here.”
Yes! “I just tidied up some.” He shrugged.
“Right…” You chuckled, “Can I use your bathroom?” You’d never say it now, but you were sweating like never before beneath this top. He directed you to the bathroom and rest against the wall, his arms crossed as he began to overthink. Does she like the place? She seems hesitant. Well, I’m still a stranger. I hope she doesn’t think I’m trying to kill her! Shit, she’ll leave when I fall asleep. Damn. I can’t fall asleep or----
You left the bathroom and held your jacket over your arm. You were surprised to see him directly outside of the door, but you knew him as a clingy guy. He nodded and followed you into the living room. “Can I see your car?” The car he'd mentioned a million times by now.
“My car? Yeah!” He excitedly grabbed his keys, and you followed him. He unlocked the doors; however, you excitedly circled the car, careful with the black paintjob. “You like it?” You nodded and watched as he popped the hood. “I put in a turbocharger.”
“Isn’t that illegal?” He placed a finger over your lips, and you smiled. “I won’t tell.”
“Get in.” Without a second thought, you climbed into the passenger side. When James joined you, your hand rested on his thigh. “How about Hyde Park and back?” You agreed and heard the roar of his engine. He pulled away from the curb and peeled off down the street.
You rest your hand on the dashboard, feeling the soft rumble of the well-built engine. “…that’s sweet.” James blushes and holds the steering wheel with one hand.
“Thank you, Princess.” Your forearms rests on the window as you leaned out, allowing the wind to blow through the bundles of hair, pushing and tossing each strand around. “Are you comfortable?”
“I am.” After a minute of your shy admiration of his features, you began to undo his belt buckle. James’ expression clashed with surprise and confusion, “Is this ok?” He nodded as your hand found its way into his boxers. His legs naturally spread to your touch while he glanced between the road and your large, brown eyes. The man’s nerves spiked as your ran your tongue over his soft cockhead, the firm shaft in your small hand.
It'd been years since he felt the touch, the feel of a woman. But, never had he been with someone as beautiful as you. You pumped his shaft while slobbering over his cock; your fingertips carried the warm saliva down. “Fuck…” He moaned under his breath, his foot pressed on the brake as the car approached a red light. When he reached for your window’s switch, you bought his hand to your ass. “…Y/n.” He squeezed your butt firmly as he drove, ignoring passersby.
Your head bobbed on James’ cock, and he brought your head lower on his length. “Just like that. Shit, your throat is amazing.” James grunted as he tried to focus on the road. He took a sharp right turn at the avenue and rocked you to the side. “’M sorry!” You kept sucking his cock, seemingly harder than before. “A- alright, baby~ you’re such a good girl.” He sighed, doing his best to park along an empty street. His eyelids fluttered close as your cock buried in your soft throat. You were amused by the sounds that came from his mouth. He might bust right in your throat at this rate---
You stopped sucking and stroked his length at a tormentingly slow rate. You moved against him, your lips on his ear; suckling and pecking on the skin with your plump lips. “Fucking hell…” His hips thrust to your firm pumps around his shaft; a hand grabbed your hair, his fingers in between the tangles as you terrorized his body with these heavenly sensations. He guided your head lower and you continued to suckle kisses down his abdomen and back to his cock. “Sweetheart.”
You choked and sputtered as he gave you his full length, the thick head hit the back of your throat while tears streamed down your cheeks and onto his jeans. “Oh, baby~” His breath shook as your throat closed around him; your tongue swirled around his base. He panted; his head rested back while his hips jerked. You sucked him with renewed energy, your mascara running with every bob on your hair. He gathered the falling strands in his hand and used it to move your head. “I…I’m gonna cum.” James’ words trailed off into a moan. You felt his cock throb and pulse in your mouth.
He emptied himself into your throat, keeping your head down as the come spilled out of your mouth and onto his bush of hair. You gagged on his come and he pulled your head up; you coughed and brushed your tears away. He caught his breath and kissed your sweating forehead. She’s a fucking professional.
“Are you ok?” You asked him with a laugh.
“I- mhh.” He watched you swallow the last bits of cum around your mouth. “Yes.” James kissed your knuckles, “Let’s go home.”
“And do what?” Your finger poked your cheek.
James loomed over your body; his hand caught under your panties; fingers spread open as he rubbed your hip. Your skin is soft beyond belief against his toughened hands. He licked your neck with the flat of his tongue while the cross pendant around his neck pressed on your breasts. With ease, you wrapped your legs around him, your hands sunk into his hair, curling the short locks around your forefinger.
He took a moment to lay between your raised knees, his head on your welcoming bosom. The scent of you was exactly how he imagined: a creamy coconut, some lavender mixed in, bergamot. He didn’t know all that, but he could say that you smelled heavenly.
For a moment, he peered up at you with curious blue eyes through long eyelashes. Your finger ran over his soft cheekbones and his eyes shut under your touch. She’s real. His arms tightened around your bare waist, and he kissed your nipples, taking his time with either one. He rose up once more and captured your bottom lip into his mouth. His tongue pushed past your lips, deep into your mouth.
How was it that you looked at him with such love? He felt like he was violating some sacred boundary when he touched you. Although you’re no saint, without a doubt, you’re an angel. And him? Far from either.
His hand on your waist was gentle as it pulled your panties down and off. You enjoyed the pressure of his weight when he laid on you; he’s like a security blanket of sorts; you clung to him as he found your lips again.
A moan left James’s mouth while his fingers traced the folds of your pussy. He couldn’t help it, your little pussy fit right in his hand. James took a moment to admire the glistening pussy in his hand, already slick with need. His cock throbbed painfully against the confines of his shorts; his sensitive cockhead tortured itself in his boxers.
He pulled his cock from his boxers and let it rest over your warm pussy. James groaned and wrapped his arms around you, his lips on the center of your chest. He peered up at you and with a tender thrust, he filled the walls of your cunt. “Nghh~ P- princess!” James grumbled and let out a deep sigh. Your silky walls were gripping his length like a chokehold; James savored the moments he rests inside of you…each exhale on your breasts. Your hands trembled when he spreads your sensitive core wide.
Lust consumed your boyfriend as he began to move his hips; the force of his thrusts jostling the bed. His body grinds deliciously against your aching clit. Your pussy clutched him harder around his plundering shaft, wanting to draw him in deeper.
James hoisted your legs over his elbows and pressed your back to his headboard, your ankles rest over his broad shoulders. He breathes harshly out his mouth; “You’re so tight~” You hold his reddened neck in your hands, choking him as he drilled into your pussy.
“I know, baby~” His eyelids flutter closed from your grip. The pleasure sent straight to his shaft and heavy balls.
“Fuck!” His shaft fucked your suckling cervix, and your head fell back with the pace change. Your teeth clenched as your chest sunk with each deep exhale. His sweaty forehead pressed against yours as your bodies grind against each other. James’s hands gripped your hips tightly, you felt as if the skin would bruise from his hold. “…I can feel you cumming.” You licked your lips when he said that your orgasm mixed with his precum as he drilled into you.
His swollen cockhead pushed through your cunt; each stretch left you moaning with need. You gripped his throat tighter, your expression devolved into a helpless and needy look. But James couldn’t stop, not when you felt like this.
He turned you over on the bed, so you lay on your back in the mess of sheets. He captured one of your stiff nipples between his lips; a hand pushed one of your legs back beside your head. He licked the sensitive tit and kept it in his mouth while you cried out, your hands clung tightly to the covers.
James could feel his orgasm build in his crotch, the feeling stirred and mixed deep in his balls. He fought to hold back and drew his cock from your perfect heat. His swollen cockhead grinds against your hard clitoris. “A- ahh!” You screamed while your legs shook with pleasure. His cockhead finds the center of your clitoris and makes your head push back into the sheets; every muscle tensed beneath him.
“Cum for me, princess.” He grinds harder and leans over your spasming body. He kissed your trembling lips, “I know, baby.” He cooed and moved strands of hair from your face, his palm rests on your temple. He inhaled every harsh breath you let out and chuckled. “Let me hear you…”
Each torturous stroke made your eyes roll back. You couldn’t move, let alone speak. “You’re right there, aren’t you?” He kissed your lips and thrusts himself back inside of you. Your orgasm shot through your spine down to your core and across the sensitive nerves of your cunt. Your jaw slackened as your body came undone. “Good job~” He buried himself deeper inside of your spasming cunt, emptying himself against your pursed cervix.
a/n: this was a long one for me lol
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