— CW: 18+, smut! Anakin eating pussy, Anakin worshipping it, fucking it, basically existing just to eat cunt. Slay. (I may have overused the word "pussy" but hey, can you blame me?). — BASED OFF THIS THOUGHT I HAD AFTER BEING SLEEP DEPRIVED. || WC: 1.2k – Not proofread :P.
— A/N: IMPORTANT! I tried not to use a specific pronoun to refer to reader's vAGINA because I know some people that wanted a larger version of this don't go by she/her pronouns! I hope I did it well and if I missed something please let me know! Your opinion matters to me 🫶🏻. Woops, what's missing here?! ;)
Anakin is an exceptional lover, but if there's something he lacks… is patience.
Especially when it comes to you.
After a rough day, after a good day, to cheer up after some bad news, to celebrate after some good news, after the council either scolded/congratulated him… Anakin always ends his day buried in between your thighs. It doesn't even matter how, if it is his cock, his tongue, his fingers— As long as your pussy is involved, he’s in, figuratively and literally speaking.
But like I said, his patience is little to none, and it shows. Anakin will not only overwork you, overstimulate you and completely ravish your sweet pussy at any given chance, time and place— but he also will give you a short time to even accommodate and keep up with his passionate urges. His large hands start caressing your thighs, trying to hold himself back every time but failing miserably, he will pry them apart slowly, trying to savor the moment (mostly for himself), tracing your skin with practiced ease. He knows every curve, every freckle and mole, Anakin has memorized every inch of your body and he is proud to know what makes you crumble and beg for more.
Anakin tries to be gentle, but having your heavenly offer just inches away within his reach and not be buried deep inside you is a crime. He licks your pussy until you have no idea if you are this wet because of the arousal he provoked on you or his own spit.
Which, let me add to the list how disgusting he is sometimes: Anakin is filthy, and his devotion to you only seems to make his obsession even worse. One of his favorite activities is parting your lips with his thumb, before licking a long, lazy stripe from your entrance to your clit— and then spit right on your cunt. He will throb like a horny teenager, he will hump the mattress of the cheap beds in the Jedi Temple like a desperate bitch while watching how his saliva slides and mixes with your own wetness.
Speaking of his obsession, Anakin lives, fights and comes back home every day for you, of course… but for your pussy too. His favorite breakfast, meal and dinner. His favorite treat and his favorite prize.
Countless times you had laid down on the bed, legs open wide like a cheap whore from a dirty brothel straight from the most dark, disgusting corners of Coruscant, with his head buried in between them, tugging on his blonde curls moaning and grinding his nose against your clit for him to mumble something so quietly you mistake it with an insect flying across the room.
“I missed you.” He whispered, his blown out irises fixated on your pussy. “My pretty thing.”
The first time it felt flattering. It was nice to know your boyfriend missed you so much. You ignored him, thinking he was just eager.
The second time, it was the same.
Same quiet murmurs, same praises: “God, I can’t get enough of you…” Anakin had his eyes closed, sucking on your clit and pausing every now and then to whisper sweet words to you.
Sure, to you.
Over and over, you gobbled up his praises, his need, his lust for you. Anakin had the power to push you to heavens, to reduce you to a blabbering puddle, to lit up your darkness fantasies, so why stop him? He sounds like he’s enjoying himself, and who are you to deny him such pleasure?
There's always a breaking point though.
Remember how I mentioned how impatient Anakin is? Well, this time it didn't worked on your favor. Instead of prepping your pussy, allowing you to have a nice, slippery stretch to be able to fit his thick cock without any discomfort, Anakin couldn't wait. It wasn't particularly painful, but a sharp sting was there, something momentarily but significant. Anakin bottomed out, groaning loudly at how tight your pussy was in that moment, his horny, selfish mind not being able to register his lack of consideration.
“You are tighter than usual.” He huffed, his fingers digging in the supple flesh your waist. You tried to protest, to tell him he didn't stretch you first, but he began to trust relentlessly, hitting your sweet spot over and over.
Every complaint quickly died in your throat, replaced by moans of pleasure and delight. Even if it felt amazing, your pussy was still struggling to accommodate to his size, and Anakin, the little shit, was in heaven.
“You missed me? You missed my cock pretty thing? Missed me using you like a toy?”
Despite your blissful state, something about his words just seemed… off.
Almost as if he wasn't talking to you.
Anakin’s hips slammed against yours again and again giving you no break at all. Your hands had to grab the edge of the wooden bed frame at some point, the discomfort of his girth now long forgotten. He hovered over you, staring at your pretty, glassy eyes, watching them roll back, silently beg him for more and then looked downwards, locking his devil eyes with your pussy. If there was something Anakin would never, ever, not in a million years get tired of, was the breathtaking view he had every time he had the privilege to witness how your tight little hole struggled to keep him inside, as if your delightful, hot cunt was desperately trying to keep him inside forever.
“Fuck… I missed you too, wish I could stay inside all fucking day.” His incessant gibberish began to have an effect on you, your hazy mind slowly putting the pieces together.
“Anakin—” You called him with such a tone that he snapped out of his trance.
“Yes?” He asked, not stopping his movements, just slowing them.
Next, a question you never imagined asking. Your sweaty, flushed face had a hint of confusion, a pretty valid confusion.
“…Are you talking to my pussy?”
Anakin froze, looking almost— guilty?
“What if I am?” He answered your question with another question, something you hated.
“Anakin, answer the question.” You sighed, waiting for his answer as if you two weren't naked on his bed, him buried balls deep inside of you.
Your boyfriend pouted, was he really throwing a tantrum? “Maybe.” He whispered. In response, you laughed quietly trying not to ruin the moment. It wasn't odd, probably a bit perverted and a bit— hot? The fact that Anakin was so in love with your pussy he treated it as if it was another whole being worth his wholehearted attention.
“I think it’s… hot” Your words were followed by a shrug, staring at him, batting your eyelashes.
Giving him that look.
And if Anakin Skywalker isn’t the most patient person in the Galaxy, he certainly is the designated pussy pleaser of the Galaxy.
He pounced again, wasting less than five seconds to resume his reckless assault on your poor, overworked pussy. “See?” He practically growled, his teeth sinking in his lower lip, curving into a wicked smile. “This tight, little cunt missed my big cock so much.” He is on full rampage mode, fucking you brainless.
“Feel how I stretch your tiny hole, angel?”
“Look at you, is my cock too big for you?”
One hand let go of your hip, grabbing your face and squeezing your cheeks, breaking eye contact with your bodies merged into one and forcing you to look at him. His face was inches away from yours, his hot breath hit your face and a string of drool falling from his lips landed on your lower lip. The fire in his eyes was incomparable.
“This pussy belongs to me, not you, do you hear me?”
Summary: Cute quality time with Anakin. You're reading a book, and he is working on his arm.
Warnings: fluff
Word Count: 478. very short xp
"Oh please," you grumble while rubbing your temples. Anakin smiles from the couch parallel to your chair. His gaze still fixed on his arm. You both fade into silence again. It isn't broken until you read another really stupid line. "Anakin why was this written?" You ask from the other couch.
"I don't know, angel." He still is focused on his arm, and you on your book. He starts quietly rummaging through his toolbox.
"Yes, please fix this author's brain." That makes you both laugh. You throw your book to the side and stare up at the ceiling. You told yourself you were going to finish this book for your friend who told you to read it. Little did you know it would be this horrendous. It made you wonder how easy it is for books to be published, if malarky like this made it into libraries.
"Do you give up?" He asks, he closes the panel on his arm and starts flexing the hand to test it.
"I can't, I promised her. Though," you get up and walk over to him, leaving the mistake of a book on the couch. "I really wish I hadn't." You rest your head on his shoulder as he continues tests the finger flexibility. He stretches each individual finger slowly all the way up, and then down. He goes faster and faster until he reaches an inhuman speed. He fingers blur and it honestly freaks you out. And makes you wonder... but you push the thought to the side.
His hand stops whirling and rests onto your thigh gently. He looks at your lips first and then your eyes. He must not have realized how close you really were to him. It makes his eyes sparkle. "You could always read the last chapter and then guess what the rest of the book was about. To save time."
You gasp and swat his arm. "That's cheating!" He shrugs and swiftly kisses you. You were in so much amazement you almost didn't kiss him back.
"It's efficient. And would cause you less... pain." He chuckles to himself and puts his tools back in the box.
"You've never done that to me right?" You squint your eyes at him. You knew he wasn't much of a reader, but you still gave him a recommendation (forced him to read something) occasionally.
He pursues his lips and thinks of what to say. He inhales deeply and turns away from you. "Twice." You throw a pillow at his back as he walks to his work bench with his toolbox.
"Ani?!" Though you felt a bit betrayed, you appreciated the honesty.
"Could you tell the difference?" He raised his brows in expectation. He really had you fooled, because he was right, you weren't able to tell. Your mouth was agape in astonishment. He just nodded, "Give it a shot."
Title: "We can't be friends... but I'd like to just pretend"
Rating: K
Pairing: Anakin Skywalker&Padme Amidala
Summary: “You do realise that there are only two months left of the season, don't you?" She raised an eyebrow from behind the flutter of her fan, "If you wish to follow your uncle's orders and take a wife, you are rapidly running out of time."
“Well you know,” Anakin began to smirk, reaching for two gleaming glasses of lemonade and offering her the first. Padmé accepted it gratefully – when did the room get so warm? "Not all of us can secure six proposals on our first season and turn down every one of them…"
“It was eight proposals I’ll have you know,” Padmé giggled again, “and I thought that my mother was going to throw me out onto the streets by the end of it.”
"But you didn't settle," he pressed, something sparking in his ocean-blue eyes, "You could have been wed to any grand Lord you desired on your first season, but you waited… Why? What are you waiting for?"
