#sub anakin

ANAKIN SKYWALKER IS A nerd, and it’s by default that he doesn’t associate with ‘your kind’.

the popular kind, the pretty kind.

the ones that run around with the football players, the kind of people that have this certain aura that just makes everyone look at them the second they walk into the room.

most of the popular people at your school were known to be arrogant douchebags, unintelligent jerks and vain bitches who thought they were above everyone else. but not you, though.

you were different. you were popular, really uniquely and breathtakingly beautiful, but your heart and soul were just as pretty as you. you also had a jerk of a boyfriend, and you really sucked at mathematics and physics. but luckily for you, your desk mate anakin skywalker, who also happens to sit next to you in physics classes, knows that. and also happens to be a very valued tutor.

“another D?”

anakin’s gaze is deplorable, his lips are pressed together in a pitiful way.

“yeah,” you wince as you examine the big, red D on your paper, “can’t say i didn’t expect it though. i thought the questions were really easy—maybe that should’ve given it away.”

anakin is hesitant, he doesn’t want to upset you—he knows you’ve been called stupid and dumb plenty of times by teachers, but really, he knows you’re not. really, you excel at subjects like history, english or music, you just… need a little tutoring. but he also knows you’re too prideful for that. you’ve never been bad enough at a subject to need tutoring, but you’ve been consistently getting D’s the whole year and there’s nothing anakin can do.

he would’ve let you copy his answers, but the teachers never look away during exams. he wouldn’t have done for just anyone—he would’ve only done it for you.

you’re the kindest person he’s ever met. you probably don’t remember but a couple of years ago, maybe a little more, he was getting bullied real bad. and not just by anyone, a guy named dylan. he was your boyfriend at the time. and still is. fucking asshole. anakin hated him passionately.

but you’d broken up with him after you’d caught him throwing punches into anakin’s stomach. you had yelled at him, even slapped him, you had taken anakin by the hand and went to the school nurse with him. and you were so kind to him. so sweet. so nice.

honestly, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he developed a huge crush on you. but he never confessed, he knew you were out of his league, and not his. especially after your (shitty asshole! anakin would treat you so much better) boyfriend dylan had apologised to him and you in a heartbreaking manner through a big gesture, and you had forgiven him.

ever since, dylan and anakin still give each other dirty glances and nasty glares, but he never laid hand on him again.

anakin would like to describe you and him as friends. you talked to each other in every class you had together, especially physics, because you sat next to each other, and you always greeted each other in the hallways.

but you have never hung out together and you’ve never been to his place, or he to yours.

“listen, maybe you… maybe i can study with you.” anakin muttered gently, carefully studying your face expressions as he made his suggestion.

your eyebrows formed into a frown, “you think that’ll help?”

anakin nodded, relieved you weren’t taking this as badly as he’d thought you would, “yeah, sure. i’m a tutor, you know? i can explain stuff pretty well.”

“oh, i wouldn’t want to impose—” you’re quick to deny, you hate bothering people.

fuck, you’re the sweetest person there is. truly an angel sent down from heaven. anakin made up his mind, right there. he would do anything to make you his.

“no, you’re not imposing. i want to. i want to do this for you.” he smiled, but seeing your hesitant face, he added, “besides, we’re friends. isn’t that what friends do for each other?”

a small smile tugged at your lips. “really? you… you’d do that for me? but i really don’t want to be a bother! you’re so smart and clever, you have so many tutees and you’re probably so busy—”

anakin would be replaying those words in his mind tonight. non-stop.

“listen, i really don’t mind. it’ll be like us hanging out. ‘kay? you don’t need to worry about it, i’m happy to be at your service.”

you hesitated for a second. and then you smiled, and anakin knew he’d won. “OK, then. it’ll be like a hangout.”

“it’s settled then,” he smirked at you, “my place? tomorrow afternoon?”

you laugh.

“your place, tomorrow afternoon.”

YOU HAD ABSOLUTELY NO idea how you ended up like this. in his bed. in this position. moaning and whimpering his name.

you were on all fours, legs trembling and quivering, your arms weak and the only thing that was holding you up was anakin’s toned arm, hooked under your waist, holding you up firmly as he thrusted into you.

you had never noticed it before, but his arm… looked so… delicious when it was flexed.

“that feel good, darling?” the smirk in his voice is all too evident, he got off on the way you were so fucking responsive to his every touch.

his hands went from caressing your thighs and kneading your ass to playing with your nipples and tugging back your hair.

“haven’t even begun properly fucking you and you’re already so soaked. does your boyfriend not fuck you, angel?”

your mind is nothing but chaos, and your stomach all fuzzy, and the only thing you can do is whine around his cock, writhing underneath him. you nod, you just nod because your boyfriend’s cock doesn’t kiss your cervix like this, your boyfriend’s cock doesn’t fit into your womb so fucking well, because your boyfriend doesn’t make you feel so, so, so good.

“n-need you to go faster…”

he kisses his teeth with his one, making a quiet ‘tsk’ sound. “that’s not very polite, demanding others like that. what’s happened to your manners, angel?”

he’s fucking you agonisingly and painfully slowly from behind, the question papers he brought and physics notes he made for you, just for you, carelessly scattered in front of you. your hands are gripping them as you moan.

“f-fuck, ani—please just… won’t you fuck me faster? can’t… can’t, ‘m not—hah—”

“all right, all right, doll,” he replies to you sweetly, bending over next to your ear, still thrusting into so painfully slowly, “only if you admit that you love me more than your boyfriend.”

your eyes widen. “b-but—”

“ah-ah. no buts. say it or i won’t let you cum.”

you loved your boyfriend. you did! but anakin just made you feel so, so good…

“love you more than my boyfriend,” you moan quietly, closing your eyes in shame.

“‘m sorry, what? i didn’t catch that.” he grinned teasingly.

“ani,” you whine, “don’t be like that.”

he laughs. “all right, all right. cum for me, doll.”

anakin is your good boy and always has been. he does what he's supposed to and never does what he shouldn't. he knows that disobedience leads to consequences. punishment. so he accepts the rules he's been given without complaints and follows them to a T...most of the time.

this time, though, this time is different. he knows what would happen if you ever caught him in this state. with his hand tightly wrapped around his cock, eyes squeezed shut, fucking his fist to sleep. but he couldn't help it. you were gone on a mission and he had no idea when you'd return and he was so tired and so so horny. as long as he didn't get caught, he'd be fine. just needed to get his release and you would never have to know about his scandalous activities. or so he thought to himself, trying to justify his actions or diminish whatever guilt he was feeling. that is until the sound of the door opening and the patter of your footsteps coming closer got lost in the sound of his moans and squelching cock.

his eyes flew open as the bed dipped beside him and his stroking came to a halt by the hand around his wrist. "and here I was thinking I'd return from my mission to my sweet boy waiting to welcome me back home. instead I return to this," you spit out, gesturing to the predicament before you. “are you so pathetic that you can't hold off for a few days?" of course you weren't really angry with him, but you love to see the desperation in his glossy eyes and how his lips tremble trying to explain himself. "n-no! I-I am your sweet boy, I promise! I promise I'll be good for you, mommy! it just hurt so much and y-you weren't here, I didn't know when y-", but his explanation was cut short by your soft hand clamping over his mouth and a disappointed shake of your head. "oh ani," you coo, "you know what happens to bad boys, don't you? bad boys get punished. they don't get what they ask for."

if he can't follow the very simple instructions he was given, then maybe he needs a refresher. "what ever will I do with you, anakin? you must learn to do what you're told. you should already know that my hands are the only ones that can touch you like this," you speak, as you remove his hands off his throbbing cock, that was minutes away from release, and replace them with your own. at an agonizingly slow pace, you begin to pump his cock. wanting to watch him shiver and writhe beneath you, you swipe at the beads of precum dripping from his tip, which was flushed a shade of red you thought you'd only see on Mustafar.

right now anakin is thinking this feels like a reward–your warm, dainty hands wrapped around him and your doe eyes boring into his–but he has not even the slightest inkling of the silent plans you've made for him. just as he's beginning to get lost in the pleasure, you stop your movements. you get off your shared bed, reaching into your 'special' nightstand drawer. to say the sight of the rope didn't excite you both would be a lie. you've never needed to use it on anakin before, but what better reason to do so than to teach him a lesson?

in mere minutes, you have anakin squirming beneath you as you bind his hands to the bedpost. you make sure the rope is tied tight enough to keep his antsy hands at bay, but not enough to hurt him. he begs and pleads with you that a punishment isn't necessary and promises he'll be a good boy for you, but you know better. deep down, a bubble of excitement and curiosity is forming in his stomach. and admittedly, yours, too.

after tying the last knot, you get up from your straddling position to stand in his line of sight, removing each article of your clothing very slowly. his eyes darken with lust as he licks his plump lips. "please...please let me touch you, mommy. I'll make you feel so good." he pleads in desperation. "first rule, bad boys don't get to touch until they get permission. have you forgotten all of our rules, ani? I might need to teach you more lessons than I thought."

you guide your hand down between the valley of your breasts, over your stomach, and to your aching core, slowly. too slowly for his liking. his hips buck upwards involuntarily as he's needy for the friction and release you took away from him. a whimper escapes your lips when you find your clit, lazily rubbing it in circles while you make eye contact with the jedi. he's had to fight against some of the most powerful people in the galaxy–yet none compare to the power you have over him right now with your hand between your legs. the fire ablaze in his eyes and the lack of communication from him lets you know you have him right where you want him.

your fingers make their way to your dripping entrance, circling it before easily plunging a finger inside. truthfully, you're just as horny and desperate as he is, and having to punish him isn't doing you any favors. you were eager for the moment you'd return from tatooine just so you could get his hands on you. to your surprise, though, he was too busy with his hands on himself. so now you've both found yourselves in a bad position, and not the kind of position that you're really lusting after. but despite that, you still won't let your neediness overtake the resolve you have in front of him. you're determined to make him learn his lesson, even if it means delaying your own release.

he tugs harshly at the rope circling his wrist with every moan you let out. the burning sensation from the rope tightening is still much more dull than the pain he feels from not being able to touch you. "please, baby, please let me touch you... I'll behave, I swear." his cries almost make you feel sorry enough to give in, but much to anakin's dismay, punishments don't work like that. you glare at him from across the room. “what did I say about the first rule? bad boys don’t get to touch without permission. and based on your behavior, you’re not getting permission.”

you know he’d say, do anything if it meant getting his dick wet, so you ignore his pleas as if they were never spoken in the first place, and continue your movements. he ruts his hips upwards with an exasperated sigh. he can't seem to find relief in any form and his eyes nearly cloud with tears in frustration. he can't even provide himself a temporary fix with the absence of available hands. the lack of warmth around his cock, be it from your hands and mouth or elswhere, is getting to him. another grunt leaves his lips following a whimper, drawing your attention to him once again.

all you want in this moment is to pounce on his leaking cock. isn't it bad enough that you're avoiding what you both need to teach him a lesson? your fingers are already incomparable to his, barely providing enough pleasure to satiate you. now you can't even get yourself off, still poorly at that, without his noises of complaint ringing out. you slow the thrusting of your fingers to scold him. "i don't want to hear it, anakin. you brought this on yourself." you narrow your eyes at him, "maybe if you practiced some patience, we wouldn't be here."

your eyes flash before him as you make eye contact, but it's a look he can't quite decipher. the gears turn in your head, compelling you to move from your position and walk over to the bound boy. he licks his lips while he watches you crawl your way over to him. “mommy? please touch me…please do something, anything.” excitement pools in his stomach at the prospect of finally getting the touch he so desperately needs. and you were going to touch him, all right.

you lean your body over his, both of you practically glistening with sweat, lust, and desire. your core is still dripping and aching with need, moreso after having to ditch your fingers to discipline your whore. his nose nudges into yours as he leans up to take anything he can get from you. this one luxury you'll allow him, you decide. your lips crash together almost violently, as if your shared passion forced the collision of your mouths. his lips are soft. plump. you've missed his lips on yours, despite your separation only lasting a few days.

you guide the hand that’s wet with your slick down to grip his cock, as if there wasn’t enough heat between your bodies. his mouth gapes open at the sudden contact and you take it as an opening to slip your tongue into his mouth. it’s warm, wet, and messy, much like all of the intimate moments you two share.

he moans into your mouth once you finally start stroking him and the vibration travels right to your core. the feeling of his cock in your hand makes you want nothing more than for him to stretch and fill you. your wet tongues tangle with each other and neither of you care to break the bond for air. you’d be blue in the face before you release his sweet mouth.

you palm his tip in a circular motion and he nearly loses all control of himself, arching into your hand and gasping. you smirk, thinking to yourself about how sensitive he is. he throws his head back, inadvertently breaking the kiss that you desperately tried to keep going. but with the whimpers that are coming out of him, you’re glad your mouth isn’t swallowing the sounds.

you bring your lips to his ear instead, licking the shell of it, and whisper to him. “that feel good, baby? hm? is this what you were waiting for?” you’re not even sure he heard you or if he’s even present in his body right now. you pick up the pace on his head before wrapping your hand around him again and squeezing him. that’s one way to get his attention. “I said,” you bite his earlobe harshly, “does that feel good?” his mind is hazy and swimming in pleasure, with the only thing bringing him back to reality being the painful bite on his ear. all he can do is moan out and nod his head. you’re tempted to put more pressure on him to respond with words, but the bliss on his face almost makes you cum right there, hands free.

his neck looks like the perfect canvas to mark your territory on. no other could ever have him in as submissive a position as you. you move down his body, peppering kisses on his burning skin as you go. your kisses are soft, gentle and filled with love—a very stark contrast to every other last detail. the primal look in your eyes, your degrading of him, and the aching desire between both of your guys’ legs. taking it slow and being gentle was thrown out the window long ago, long before you even stepped foot in the room. he made sure of that when he decided to break your rules.

your soft lips ultimately find their way to his erect cock, wrapping around him without warning. his body jolts at the feeling of your mouth on him and he's watching you take his whole length like a pro through his hooded gaze. the sight was enough to make his orgasm approach faster than it should’ve. so pathetic, you think to yourself. you bring your head up slightly to swirl your tongue all over his angry, red tip. anakin’s head throws back into the pillow behind him and he involuntarily bucks into your mouth, making you gag. you finally lift up for air, sniffling and smiling at him with a filthy look on your face.

you quickly return to bobbing your head on his dick, making sure to make a mess of him and your face. nothing either of you loved more than getting messy. you're practically drooling all over his cock, spit leaking from the sides of your mouth and dripping down his length. you pull off him with a 'pop' and take a hold of him in your hand, using his dick to smear your saliva across your lips.

you notice the change in his breathing pattern, letting you know he’s teetering on the edge. he looks just like he did when you first walked in on him. his eyes are squeezed tight, his eyebrows are furrowed, and his mouth is agape, releasing incessant moans. a sheen layer of sweat covers his forehead and his skin is flushed. the lewd sounds his cock makes with every jerk brings you back to hearing the same ones before.

“can’t believe anyone is scared of you. people are so intimidated by your presence, but they don’t know what a little bitch you are. if only they could see you crumbling in my hands right now.” your voice rings out with insult and mockery. he’s so lost in pleasure and the need to cum, but oddly enough, your degrading only takes him closer to release. the pace of your hand quickens as his body goes rigid and his breaths nearly sync with the pace of your hand. his moans grow louder while he tugs at the rope from the bedpost. as soon as the words, “fuck yes, baby…I-I’m so…ugh…fucking close” escape his lips, you’re quick to stop your hand and sit back on your knees, smiling proudly at your boy who’s near crying. “rule number two. bad boys don’t get to cum. I shouldn’t have to tell you this, ani.”

he wears a bewildered and pained look on his face, tears welling up in his baby blues, and his bottom lip quivering. never has a sight as perfect as the one before you made the sadist in you grow so wild. anakin looks anywhere but at you, trying to hide his tears, but your intimidating gaze follows him. you reach over his splayed out body and grab his chin gently to look at you. “aw…is someone upset he didn’t get to cum? you poor thing.” you pout at him, mockingly. “do you want mommy to take care of you?” he looks at you bashfully before slowly nodding his head. your smile turns mischievous within a second. if to cum is what he wants, then he’ll get just that.

somewhere deep down, he doesn’t trust you. you, quite literally, ripped away his orgasm right out of his hands the first time, then again a second time. what’s to make him believe that you won’t deny him again this time? his eyes are glassy and he’s exhausted already. the ordeal you’ve put him through from the minute you walked through the door has taken a toll on the jedi.

his self-pitying thoughts are washed away as soon as you straddle him. he was so lost in his own head that he didn’t even realize you moved positions and crawled over to him. you both let out a moan of relief as you grind your wet folds over his aching cock. the lack of release has him painfully hard, more than he’s ever been before, and his balls are on the brink of exploding. the feeling of the friction after not having felt it for, what felt like weeks, but was only a few days, felt like a drug. his cock underneath you, sliding against you in all the right places and rubbing your clit, is a sensation that almost brings you both to tears. “fuck ani…you feel so good, and you’re not even inside me yet.”

after grinding against each other like the hormonal teenagers you are deep down, you lift yourself up before slowly sitting back down on his length. he moans breathlessly at finally being able to feel your warm, gummy walls around him. little does he know, you’re in heaven just as much as he is, with every rock solid inch of him stuffing you full. your desperation is revealed as you whimper once you start bouncing on his dick, and he would have noticed if he wasn’t in such a daze.

you lean down and place your hands on his chest for balance. he looks up at you with his glossy eyes, pleading with you to move faster. you know he won’t last very long if you pick up the pace. with you being gone, he delayed his release, just for you to deny him when he could practically taste it. but you decide to give him what he wants—he doesn’t realize this actually aligns perfectly with your plans. you lift your hips up until only his tip is inside of you. your hips move in every which way, giving his sensitive head all of the attention, before you slam back down on his cock. finally obliging with his silent beg, you switch between rocking your hips back and forth and bouncing on him, both at a fast pace.

your right hand moves off of his chest and finds your clit, rubbing it in circles to finally bring yourself that sweet release. at this point, anakin’s nothing more than a toy to you—a dildo attached to a body. you throw your head back and close your eyes, letting out a high pitched moan. you quicken your pace as fast as you can go without breaking him more than you already have tonight. the boy beneath you is panting, barely having time to breathe between your movements. his hands are the same shade of red as the tip of his cock with the way he's tugging the rope, cutting off his circulation. maybe that'll stop him from using his hands for anything now, you think to yourself. it's a mere fleeting thought, immediately replaced by the increasingly hazy pleasure flooding your senses.

you wish you knew what was going through his head, if there even is anything going on up there. he looks like a rag doll, only communicating through moans and babbles as silent tears slip from his eyes. you coo at him softly as you lean down to kiss away his salty tears. the pleasure is too good, almost too much for him to endure after he practically tasted release three times, only to lose it every time. "why are you crying, angel? is it just too good?" he's a whimpering mess at your hands, nodding and muttering through his whiny voice, "s-so good...can I-can I cum., please? please, mommy?"

you smirk softly down at him through a lidded gaze while you pick up your hips, leaving nothing but his pulsing tip at your entrance. you tease him, make him think you’re about to revoke his release, yet again. his lower lip is caught between his teeth and trembling as his chest begins heaving with sobs. he wants to buck his hips, wants to rip the rope from the headboard, even if it means leaving the headboard in ruin, altogether. you see the thoughts turning in his head behind the sheen gloss of his eyes, before he succumbs to your rules. your lips turn up in a proud smile and you decide that he’s learned his lesson.

you sink back down onto his cock, drawing in a hiss as he fills you, his tip prodding at your womb. he starts babbling an indecipherable string of, what sounds like, appreciation. you return your palms to lay flat against his chest and fuck yourself onto him, feeling him raw, slick, and throbbing. you’re no better than him, knowing good and well his cock is your favorite thing in the galaxy. breathy, pornographic moans bubble in your chest and climb out of your throat. “s-shit, ani…you feel so good..so perfect for mommy.”

the mere seconds it took for him to shoot his hot, sticky load into your sopping cunt are unbelievably pathetic, but also unbelievably arousing. you can’t even remember the last time an actual word escaped his lips. it’s all just been mindless babbles and whiny moans. you’ve dumbified the poor boy with your pussy – his most desired asset and venomous weapon all in one woman.

it isn’t long after him that your divine essence is slicking and coating him, creating a sheer glisten on his length and the expanse of his inner thighs. you gradually slow down your movements to a halt before his cock softens inside of you. but you’re not done with him yet, no. you need to make sure those rules are cemented in his brain, so another mishap like today does not happen again. but knowing your bitch boy, the future holds great disobedience, and greater punishments.

you push up on your sticky, trembling thighs and remove yourself from his lap. he takes in a deep breath and a sniffle as your nimble fingers trace the features of the sweet boy belonging to you. he closes his eyes at the mercy of your affectionate hands. the same hands that nearly brought him to the precipice of death from a handjob. you rest your cheek against his chest, right over his thrumming heartbeat, while guiding your hand down to his limp cock. he takes in a whimpered inhale and whispers hoarsely, “please…can’t take anymore. no more.” his eyes grow mistier at the realization that he isn’t seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, after all.

you pump his shaft to a renewed hardness until it’s standing up and dribbling cum. you press feather light kisses to his collarbone, encouraging him between kisses, a hint of manipulation underlying beneath your praise. “you can give me one more, ani…you are my good boy, aren’t you? you want to make mommy happy and make up for what you did, right?” he nods his head at every word, falling in line despite his whimpers of protest.

you wrap your hand around his length once more and stroke him, flicking your wrist in time with his heartbeat. you run the pad of your thumb over his weeping slit and circle it in a torturous motion. you nip at his neck as you return to jerking his cock at a more brutal, quicker pace, making him jolt and let out a soft cry. he arches into the handjob, his abdomen clenching, and his hands grabbing at the knotted rope. the more desperate he becomes, the faster you work him. his tip goes flushed and pulses before your eyes as the beginnings of cum leak like a small geyser. all it takes is a squeeze at the base and he’s moaning like a bitch again as you angle his cock to his torso. his seed coats your hand and his clenched lower stomach, making a kiddie pool on his hot flesh and sticking to the golden curls of his happy trail.

you may torture him and make him pay for his lack of respect for your rules, but at the of the day, he’s your boy. you lean over to kiss away his tears with the utmost affection before reaching up the headboard and undoing the rope. you free his wrists from the confining restraints and bring them to your lips.

he trembles and shivers, but instinctively curls up into you. he’s a brick wall with broad shoulders and a muscular frame, but he seems so small, so vulnerable in your arms. you press a delicate kiss to his forehead and brush away the hair sticking to the layer of sweat on it. your voice comes out soft and quiet, like an apology for what you did to him. “you’re okay, angel. rest now, my sweet boy…you did so well for me. I’ll still be here when you wake up…”

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The council gathered to discuss the next steps the Jedi would take in their involvement in the clone wars; the meeting had gone on for hours- the masters couldn’t seem to agree.

Anakin grew impatient as he sat and listened to the elders bickering over politics; sure he was a general, but he was used to action. Getting things done. Not sitting in a stuffy room creating hypothetical scenarios.

He needed this meeting to be over. 

As he leaned back in the chair provided to him (not a seat among the ranked masters) he found his mind wandering. The last battle was long and near the end, it became more so one of attrition rather than power. He had been gone for months and was exhausted. His orders were to return home for a brief period until the council could decide the best course of action- so he thought that meant he would be going directly home…to you. 

He was under the impression he was to return to his home on Coruscant to recollect himself before discussing further matters with the council.

In preparation for his return to you, he had shamelessly been edging himself- so long in the tense heat of battle gave him little time to relieve stress.

In a way he took the build up as something to look forward to when he could finally return- something special he could share with you- that would be the most rewarding feeling.

He hadn’t seen you in so long, he hadn’t felt you in so long…hadn't tasted you in so long.

Months away had taken its toll on him in more ways than one; he felt himself becoming more irritable and having a shorter temper than the already short one he was known to have. His fists clenched under his jedi robes as he itched to run home. 

He sat with his usual scowl on his shapely face as the others continued to talk. 

“Isn’t that right, General Skywlker?” Master Windu asked. 

His scarred eye twitched before he was snapped from his thoughts, “Ah, yes- our enemies are becoming weaker as they continue on”. 

Master Windu nodded at Anakin in thanks and continued his point. A few other members took Anakin’s statement into consideration. 

Little did they know he was hardly listening to them, instead he was trying to keep his pulsing erection hidden from his superiors. He was gripping onto his chair in fear that if he shifted a certain way he wouldn’t be able to subdue the moan building in the back of his throat. 

Maker… he needed you. 

When he was first deployed he was able to subdue his unnaturally high libido but as the time went on and tensions of the war grew, he needed some relief.

The Jedi would retreat to his tent and grab one of the military-issued rolled-up blankets and toss it onto his cot; after tying it tighter with his belt- it was ready.

He needed something other than his own fist to help him out and at least he could grip around the blanket as if he were gripping onto you. 

The first few times he did this he was embarrassed- but he always kind of liked the shame. The famous General Skywalker desperately fucking himself into his blanket in the middle of the night… how pathetic.

He couldn't wait for you to scold him for being such a horny and desperate excuse of a jedi…

He wanted to hear it all. 

Oftentimes he would thrust in and out of the bundle so vigorously that he would almost always collapse onto his cot from exhaustion afterwards. He just needed to get all of his cum out… he just had too much. 

There were nights where he couldn’t help but moan and pant your pretty name as he bucked his hips into the makeshift pussy 

“Meeting adjourned”.

Anakin blinkled himself back to reality and rushed out of the temple with great urgency. His master eyed his eagerness and simply shook his head.

Of course Obi Wan knew about you- he had known Anakin since he was a boy; he could read him like a book.

Also he had heard Anakin practically howling your name in his tent during his nightly walks more times than he would have liked. 

But you were good for Anakin, plus Obi-Wan thought highly of you, so he kept his mouth shut. 

You were also the only one who could put Anakin in his place. 

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You sat on the balcony of your large penthouse as you waited for your lover to arrive; Anakin sent you a message yesterday telling you he would be home today, but much to your chagrin the day had almost passed. You were getting a little worried. 

Of course, being with a Jedi, you were well aware contact wouldn’t always be available- you had to keep your relationship a secret after all- but it didn’t help your anxiety. 

You were about to head back to your room when you heard quick footsteps in the hallway outside of your apartment- could it be?

Before you knew it your door slid open at lightning speed and behind it was a panting Anakin. You took a moment to enjoy the beautiful scene in front of you; Anakin’s hand still outstretched form forcing the door open, his sandy locks windswept (from the speed at which he ran to you, no doubt), and a glint of desperation is his blue eyes. 

Perfection.

Finally you gave in to the magnetic force pulling you to your lover and ran towards him with open arms. 

“Ani!” you gasped as he met you halfway, engulfing you in a tight embrace. 

Your senses filled with his force signature as you buried your face into his neck. His strong hands gripped at your back and he breathed in your sweet scent. 

“It’s been too long, Angel,” he sighed into you.

“Too long” you agreed, starting to kiss up his neck. 

His body shivered and a small moan escaped his plump lips. 

“Fuck baby…” he groaned as he pawed at your ass through your night-robes.

You grabbed his face and pressed your lips into his; the kiss was full of passion and lust. He could barely stop his tongue from exploring your mouth- he just needed you so badly. 

“Someone’s impatient” you smirked against his lips. 

“You have no idea” he growled as he lifted you up to wrap your legs around his waist. 

The way he held you, had your core right next to his bulging erection. He panted as you wiggled your hips against him. 

“Lets go to the bedroom” you instructed and he nodded without hesitation. 

Once inside you pushed yourself off of him and he backed up with a sad look in his eyes. 

“Don’t worry pretty boy, I’ll give you what you want- but first I need to see how badly you really need it” your voice had a lilt of mischief to it. 

“Anything- anything for you” he mewed as he began to take the glove around his mechanical hand off. 

“On your knees” you demanded. You needed to see just how willing he was.

Without another word the powerful Jedi sunk to his knees and tilted his head up to meet your face. “I need you”. 

The desperation in his voice made your spine tingle- he was so deprived. That only made you want to play with him even more. 

“Are you sure? You don’t seem like you need my help much- you’re holding yourself together just fine- I might as well just leave the roo-”

“NO!” he exclaimed loudly, reaching for you.

After he realized he raised his voice too loud, he lowered his head, “please don’t go” he whispered. 

“What was that baby?” you cooed.

“Please, don’t go- I can’t- I need you” he practically whined. 

“Need me to what?” you tormented.

“I need you to touch me- I need you to help me cum” he said ashamedly. 

You clicked your tongue and strode towards the man in front of you, “Alright, but you have to ask nicely alright?”.

He nodded vigorously, “Please, Please, I’ll do whatever you ask”.

You smiled and began to undo his robes. Slowly, you removed each strip of fabric from his tired body, every brush making him shiver. A new collection of scars and scrapes has accumulated on his sculpted torso- a beautiful sight. Soon all that was left was his pants, a painfully hard bulge obviously present. 

“My poor pretty boy had no one to help him out huh?” you said, slowly pulling his waistband down with your fingers. 

He shook his head, “no, no I didn’t”.

You freed his aching member from the constraints of his pants and he moaned as it slapped against his stomach. Anakin was truly a sight to behold; standing at 8.5 inches, a prominent vein running up his left side, his blushing red tip already leaking with precum. 

Maker.

You bit your lower lip in anticipation- it took all of your willpower not to take him into your mouth then and there… but you needed to play with him some more- it would make the release all the much better. 

You wrapped your fingers around him; he was hot to the touch and pulsating. He groaned and tossed his head back. With a smirk you pumped his length a few times before he began to move his hips with the up and down motion of your hand. 

Once you could tell he was lost in the feeling, you removed your hand and his eyes shot open with desperation; he practically whimpered for you to continue.

“Are you sure you’ve been a good boy? I think you haven’t waited for me” you scolded.

You didn’t care if Anakin jerked off or not, but it was very enticing to berate him for doing so when it got such a visceral reaction from him. 

“I-I tried not to, I really did, but wit-” he stuttered, dick still twitching. 

You put on a fake displeased look and got up to take a seat in the chair adjacent to your shared bed; leaving a disheveled and agonizingly horny Anakin with a look of confusion. 

“Go ahead.” you ordered.

He fixed his posture and sat on his knees once more on the plush bed, “I don’t understand-”.

“If you like the company of your own hand so much, go ahead and pleasure yourself” you said, crossing your legs. 

He gave you a defeated look, “Angel, please”.

“I’m waiting.”

He huffed out a few curses under his breath before he brought his remaining human hand to his mouth and spit. This was humiliating- he was so exposed (but there was a certain allure to that).

He would never admit to anyone but you, but something about being belittled and degraded resonated with a deep part of him. All his life he had been taking orders, it was his nature by now. 

“Show me how you did it while you were away, I know you needed to use something other than your hand”

The judgment in your sultry voice made his cock pulsate, Maker he loved your sweet degradations. 

He grabbed a blanket and his utility belt to form a model of what he had been shooting his load into for the past few months. He mounted the bundle and began to thrust himself in and out, moans building at every snap of his hips. 

Your eye twitched as you watched the scene infront of you- he was so desperate for you that he had been fucking his own bedding in wait to return to you. 

Anakin was lost in the familiar pleasure of the plush blanket around himself, but the fact that he could feel you in the room was throwing him off- how could this be enough to make him cum when he could feel your presence right there. 

Why would he waste his high on this when he could have you instead?

Between thrusts he managed his deep blue eyes open to see you had moved from your chair to his side. He gasped at the sensation of your cold hand on the base of his neck. You dragged your nails down his back and basked in the melodious noises he made. 

You grabbed a fistful of his sandy locks and pulled his face back to look at you  

“Do you even hear yourself right now Anakin, you’re moaning like a bitch in heat.”

Yes. more.

“If only those so frightened of you knew what a submissive little slut you really are; how does your battalion even take you seriously?” you taunted, standing behind him to wrap your arms around his waist.

“Fuck” he sputtered out… don’t stop.

At this point he was violently bucking his hips into the blanket, messy hair falling into his eyes, chest heaving with each snap. 

“Do you want me to touch you, baby?” you whispered into his ear.

His whole body quivered at the feeling of your breath against him.

“Y-yes”

“How much do you want me t-”

“I need you! I can’t- I- Fuck!” he whined. 

He was close- just a little more 

The smile on your face widened and you kissed his temple before slipping your hand down his v line and finally grasping his dick- he gasped at the pressure and the coolness of your hand against his hot skin. 

He leaned his head back against your shoulder as you worked on him. The overstimulation was insane- he whole body shuddered with each stroke of your hand. 

“You’re so pathetic Anankin, does anyone actually respect you? Look at yourself” you taunted as you squeezed the tip of his pulsing cock garnering beads of milky precum.

He pried one of his eyes open to see the sweaty mess between his legs, precum coated his thighs, his dick, and your hands. Maker.

So close. 

You took your other hand to grab around his neck, “cum for me like the good slut you are”.

There it was. 

Anakin exploded in your grasp, milky cum erupted from his overworked tip. His moans rang through the walls of your bedroom and his whole body spasmed with each wave of his high. He wasn’t sure of anything in that moment except for the pleasure that filled his body. 

“F-fuck fuck” he stuttered, grabbing onto your with his mechanical arm; cold metal clawing at you flesh. 

His cock finally settled down, only a few twitches here and there. The scene in front of him was his ruined sheets and ropes of white. 

He leaned against you as he caught his breath.

“That’s my good boy” you praised, brushing his sweaty locks from his forehead. 

He whimpered at your words because his aching cock responded to your praise. 

“It looks like you want more; would I be correct, or are you too tired to continue?” you smirked. 

He opened his eyes and weakly propped himself up, “m-more, I can do more- need to please you” he insisted.

“please me then Ani” you cooed into his ear, running your hands up his chest.

“please me with your mouth, please me with your cock…” you trailed off before he closed his eyes once more.

And with what seemed to be a flip of a switch, he grabbed you with his strong hands and flipped you onto your back. 

“I’ll show you how much of a good boy I can be”