Hayden Christensen x reader • teen!hayden • sleepy morning sex • clingy!Hayden • boyfriend!hayden • morning wood lol • hand job (m receiving) • not proof read yet sryy
Hayden Christensen shifts in his sleep, body growing aware that your awake and watching him. you and Hayden had spent all of last night playing board games with your siblings and making dinner with your parents. his eyes slowly opens, blinking away the fogginess of sleep and adjusting to the morning sun light. he groans sleepily and nuzzles his face into your striped pillow case.
“Mmph…” he mumbles, the sound comes from deep in his throat. you hold back a giggle and reach your hand out to gently fix his sandy brown hair. combing out knots with your blue finger nails. “morning hayds” you whisper sweetly. Hayden mumbles some incoherent. his arms reach out and quickly pulls you close to his bare chest. his large hands slips up your tank top to grope at your chest. he’s half awake—no brain, all touch.
you feel his morning wood poking against your thigh. “you’re poking me” you whisper between soft giggles. you love seeing Hayden all sleepy and touchy. “m’sorry” Hayden murmurs but he’s clearly not sorry.
“want me to help?” you ask softly. he groans gently and nods his head as he continues to play with your breasts. you reach a hand down and gently tug at his boxers. his erection springs up and hits his bare belly button. you slowly wrap your fingers around his base, you begin to give him slow strokes. he hums in approval, burying his face into your cleavage.
“that’s nice.” he mumbles against your soft chest, his hips buck occasionally. he practically melts into your arms. no longer the tough hockey guy he’s presents himself as—now he’s soft and cuddly. you continue to stroke him, your thumb rubs the pink tip of his member. he lets out a soft choked noise.
“I’m close…” he groans sleepily. you speed up a little earning more groans from Hayden. “Ugh… fuck” he groans, spilling all over his stomach and your hand,
ok feed us with the nastiest, freakiest sloppiest, filthiest older hayden smut that you can write of since people here wanna be annoying over his age 😠. i would literally ride that man until we make a new strain of chlam-[GUNSHOTS]
I’ll write a blurb rn off the dome to keep yall satisfied while I conjure up the full fic.
Anyways this’ll be Hayden smut, click away if that bothers you. PWP, Age gap (hay is 44, reader is 20s), n right into smut cuz I’m lazy 😋
Despite his initial belief, DILF!HAYDEN CHRISTENSENS’s age didn’t hinder his ability to find a beautiful girlfriend— or to have mind blowing sex.
Crawling over to his form on the bed, you notice his boxers growing much too tight from the bulging of his fat cock. “Well hello pretty lady..” his deep and rough voice coos out before his two large hands come up on either side of your waist.
“Hey handsome..” your tone only a whisper as you straddle down his growing erection, gyrating your hips and resting your hands on his toned pecs.
His hand moves down to your hip, finally traveling to panties and toying with the waist line “Aren’t these pretty, all for me?” His thumb toys with the wet patch, gently rubbing your clit from the outside.
“Mm.. of course” you keep moving your hips, rubbing and hand down to his abs and finally his v-line. His hands move off you to help tug down his boxers, the firmness of his cock springing free from the constructing fabric. A rough groan bubbles from his chest as you hold his girthy length in your hands.
Your other hand cups his heavy ballsack, earning a growl from your older boyfriend. “That’s it babygirl.. mhm..” his gruff air settling hot and heavy over your shared room. It had been a long time since you’d entertained the idea of condoms. A few times you two had tried, but your grabby hands always ended up pulling it off so Hayden could have it raw— as any good man should.
“Yeah? You like that?” You giggle and spit on your palm, toying with his mushroom head before you move your panties to the side and run it through your weeping slit.
Hayden holds your hips tight. “Fuck.. you know I do..” he holds you steady as you start to sink down “slowly.. slow.. like that baby.. oh-“ he moans deeply, one hand on your ass guiding you up and down his thigh length.
“Fuck.. hay.. oh!” You whine and shift as you bottom out. “Mmpphh.. god you’re huge..” you eyes close in ecstasy already. Gently, you rise and move down on his cock, fucking yourself down on his impressive body.
“God your pussy is so perfect.. gripping me so fucking- tight.!” He takes control, firmly using your body for his own pleasure, and you loved it.
The only sounds were heavy moaning and slapping skin as you let the sensations of this perfect moment take over “Hay.. ‘m so..close..” you lean down so your basically laying on him, face nuzzled into his neck, your lips finding his Adam’s apple and gently sucking on it.
“Yeah? M-me too baby.. fuck..” he moves his tough hands to the globes of your ass, leaning back to let you at his throat. The deranged shoulda of squelching fluids blues into the distance as you feel your body shiver, the knot in your abdomen snapping as his tip prods at you g-spot.
Hayden made sure you had come before he let his thrusts get sloppy and hard. “Squeezing me so.. fucking right. Fuck babe” his thrusts stop as he fills you up, a growl of satisfaction leaving his throat.
“You’ve such a perfect pussy..” he croons and rubs his hand in your hair.
You giggle drowsily “and your old man cock is perfect..” you smile up at him as he feigns anger “Old? I’ll show you old man cock” he scoffs before sitting up and pushing you back on the bed.
If I had a a nickel for every time I fell in love with a blonde guy with a braid and a missing arm who has superpowers and a metal bestie, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.
Anakin Skywalker × Fem!Reader || Oral sex (character receiving), praise.
a/n: You have spoken my name so I shall deliver. And I figured out to do gradient text on my phone!
Anakin Skywalker loved to admire you. Not even the suns of Tatooine could compare to the gleam of your eyes. The desert's warmth was no match for your embrace. The sweetest fruit became a bitter curse on his tongue – the taste of your lips overshadowed all. He'd follow you. The dance of your feet as you leaped across the meadows. The gentleness of your touch when you tended his wounds. The desperation of your gaze as your velvet mouth enveloped him, failing to house his throbbing ache.
His hand was tender, placed softly at the back of your head, not forcing – caressing. Even when your amateur lips refused to go beyond his leaking crown, he'd only grunt uncomfortably, not reaching to stuff your mouth with cock. Gods, how he needed to.
"That's just perfect, my love." Anakin lies, but cups your cheek like he means it. "Suck to your heart's content."
He'd praise you like it's you who was pleasured. And you were, to an extent. Kneeling between his legs, spit dripping down your tits, mouth heavy with his spent... All made your neglected pussy sob.
"My poor girl." He flinches internally when your throat constricts, the desire in his eyes not concealing the worry.
He eases out of your mouth gently but urgently, wiping your lips even when you whine in disapproval.
"Haven't you had enough?" He smiles at your complaint, his warm hand still cradling your cheek.
"I want to keep going." You protest after another weak cough. "I didn't even do it properly."
Anakin chuckles, his free hand absent-mindedly wrapping around his cock, stroking it soothingly, promising his body pleasure to come. He knew he couldn't deny you.
"You have, angel. Everything you've given me is a blessing beyond." He spoke like a saint with his hands full of sin.
"Just let me. I want to have all of you."
Anakin laughed at that. Not a mocking or a bitter laugh, not even a prideful one. He laughed warmly, appreciating your commitment to learn. He leans in to kiss your swollen lips, lingering for a second to taste him mixing with your spit.
"You'll have to open up properly, m?" He asks for understanding, knowing it might not feel as pleasant as slobbering all over his tip.
You nod eagerly, scooting closer, your eyes shamelessly taking a peek at his still angry cock. Which Anakin, of course, noticed.
"That's my girl. Stick your tongue out." His commands never felt forceful, the orders he gave you always seemed like guidance, and you were always ready to follow.
His fingers mold to your throat, your chin rests in his palm. For the first time, he uses his other hand to grab at the roots of your hair, making sure you won't slip away.
"Just like that, now–" He lets out a shaky sigh when he places himself on your tongue, his cock slowly slipping its way deeper than ever. "-you'll let me stretch it all out."
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