ഒ⋆ ۪ 𓇢𓆸 ׂ ׅ ༦ mdni! anakin x reader! anakin punishes you!
“Ani… I didn’t mean to disobey…” you hedge, voice barely above a whisper as you stand near the door to his quarters, twisting the edge of your sleeve between your fingers. He hasn’t said anything since you came in. Just sat there, hands resting on his thighs..
“You disobeyed,” he answers finally, the words leaving his mouth like a fact, not an accusation. His posture stays relaxed, but the pulse ticking in his jaw tells the truth. He’s anything but calm. “You went in after I told you to stay back. And I know you remember what I said.”
Your breath hitches, and the guilt clings to you, but so does the warmth. The way he’s looking at you—like he could tear you down and put you back together just using his stare. You press your thighs together behind the hem of your dress. It doesn't help.
“I thought you were in danger,” you try..
“You don’t get to decide what’s dangerous for me.” His tone drops lower, chest rising as he leans forward. “You are not a Jedi. You are not invincible. And you are mine.”
The last word lands with more weight than it shouldve. Your lips part, searching for something to say that isn’t a desperate plea. But your legs are already pulling you forward. He pats his thigh, once, and your heart stops.
Your skin prickles as you cross the room, hesitant steps bringing you to stand between his spreaded legs. He looks up at you, eyes steady, blazing blue, the room's light casting gold over the different and intricate angles of his face. He reaches up, fingers curling gently into the waistband of your skirt, tugging it up higher over your hips until your thighs are bare.
“You’re getting punished,” he states, eyes flicking between your face and your legs. “You know that, don’t you?”
You nod, voice caught somewhere in your throat.
He lets out a breath that could’ve been a laugh. “Use your words, sweetheart.”
“Good,” he says, and pulls you down across his lap.
The movement’s fast, yet still firm. Your hands hit the mattress beside him to brace, and your ass is lifted, perfectly presented for him like this. He adjusts your hips until you're exactly where he wants you—your stomach pressing into the bed, your ass high in the air, and your polished feet barely touching the floor.
His metal hand glides slowly across the curve of your ass, cool and deliberate.
You obey instantly, tugging the hem up higher until the cool air of the room hits your underwear. You're embarrassingly wet already—you can feel it—and your whole body tenses in anticipation.
“I told you not to move unless I say.” His voice is softer now, but sharp. “So now you’re going to take this. And you’re going to count.”
“Ani—” The first strike lands on your right cheek. Your body jerks forward instinctively, but his arm pinned you down before you could go anywhere.
“Count,” he reminds you. "And don't make me tell you again."
“O-one.” His hand rubs the spot he just hit with heavy pressure.
“Two.” He hasn’t even touched you properly, and you’re already falling apart. God, what's wrong with you? You're being punished, and all you can think about is how good his metal hand feels inside of you. “Three,” you gasp.
He leans over you slightly, enough that you can feel the weight of his chest brush your back. “You can take it,” he murmurs. “I know you can.”
“Four.” Your voice cracks, but your cunt clenches around nothing, aching for some of him.
He coos at the sound. “Good girl.”
His palm smooths over your ass again, then dips lower, the pads of his fingers pressing into the damp spot at the center of your panties.
“You’re soaked,” he says, like it’s something you should be embarrassed about. “From this?”
You whimper, nodding. He groans is approval.. “Take them off.”
You reach back, fumbling with your underwear, dragging them down slowly, exposing yourself completely to him now. You don’t dare turn your head. The air licks at your wetness, and it makes you shiver.
He groans softly behind you when he sees it. “Maker…”
The next spank lands harder, directly over the most inflamed part of your bare cheek, and you gasp—your hips jerk again but he holds you firm. “Five.”
“I haven’t even started yet,” he mutters, dragging his hand slowly down the inside of your thigh now. “I should bend you over every time you pull something like that. Maybe then you’ll remember who you belong to.”
You try to speak—maybe to beg, maybe to say his name—but he pushes two fingers into you without warning. Your mouth drops open in a silent moan.
“You’re tight,” he says, inspecting you. “You want something inside, don’t you?” You clench around him, helpless. “Use your words.”
He curls his fingers just right, and your breath catches. “You take what I give you. That’s the rule.”
He pulls them out, and you whine at the loss. Before you can beg, he flips you onto your back. Legs dangle off his lap, while you lie there, needy and exposed.
His eyes trace over you slowly.. “You’re going to stay here,” he says. “Stay still.. keep your legs open.”
You blink up at him, dazed. “A-Ani…”
“Hushh,” he shushes, standing up, stripping his tunic over his head with one motion. The sight of his bare chest makes you throb. His belt hits the floor with a heavy thud, and he’s already unfastening his pants.
“I’m going to fuck you just like this,” he purrs, eyes darkening. “so you’ll remember how it feels to disobey me.”
You breathe out something between a whimper and a moan, hips shifting, searching. His cock springs free. He strokes it twice, watching you with those impossibly dark eyes.
“Eyes on me,” he commands. You do as you’re told, because you can’t not. He kneels between your legs, pushes your thighs up and wide, bending you open.
“You’re going to take all of it.”
The head of his cock nudges against your entrance.. “And you’re going to thank me for it.”
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