Anakin + cuffing season
The chilly front sweeping over Coruscant was a welcome time for the beginnings of life day celebrations and festive celebration along the regular citizens of the metropolitan planetscape. But for the galaxies esteemed peacekeepers? The numbing chill meant every warrior’s favorite time of year.
Bulking.
For a group of people meant to be in peak condition all year around in order to protect the galaxy, bulking was like a breath of fresh air, and no Jedi alive took it more seriously than Anakin did. Though Anakin wasn’t the only person in the house that loved bulking season. Winter for you meant having your husband at his biggest, literally.
Anakin was already a beast of a man, a daunting hight only accentuated by his intensely muscular physique. A physique that required a season of intense eating to maintain, but with bulking came the weight— that was your favorite part.
Your chin was currently between his flexed biceps as he held you tummy down on the bed, his other hand splayed across your abdomen while he pummeled your insides. Usually this position meant your lower back getting jabbed with his chiseled hip bones, but with some new fluff around his middle you were in fucked bliss.
His hips were right by your ear as his cock continued to stretch your cunt around him. “Fuck baby, can’t even move or anything.. you’re so tight it’s kriffing impossible..” he groans against your temple, meaty thighs hinging his hips all to help his pelvis smack against your ass from behind, his pecs flush against your shoulder blades. Your hands come up to brace against his biceps. They’re bigger with the added weight, with just a tiny amount of give in the muscle that doesn’t exist any other time of the year.
“Ani.. force.. oh you’re- huge..!” You huff out finally as you force yourself to utter something through the almost impenetrable fuck haze he seems to get you in.
The bed creeks under the sheer weight of him rocking you, but no part of your mind cares even a little bit, bit when you’re pressed against the sexiest man in the galaxy and he’s rearranging your insides.
His orgasm builds first, he grunts and groans in your ear almost pitifully as his curls fall over both your faces. The chosen one only has so much macho in him after all. “Fuck baby.. pussy too good can’t help it.. force its so good I need to cum.. please” he growls desperately. You feel his hand not wrapped around your neck start to rub on and play with your clit.
Your ears start to ring as your orgasm peaks before you can even comprehend it. You let out a huge moaned breath in tandem with his grunt as you both cum, his movements hard and sloppy.
For a moment, wet skin on skin is heard as he out his high, helping you by rubbing your clit until you jerk his hand away. He settles on top of you and kisses your jaw as you nuzzle his bicep. “This okay?” He asks, knowing you’re getting crushed under the sheer poundage difference.
“…perfect” you nod happily before flopping your head against his arm and sighing softly. “You should bulk year-round” you giggle gently.
His lips quirk up “yeah? Like me a little pudgier?” He presses his lips against your cheek. You make an exaggerated nod that rouses a chuckle once again “I’ll think ‘bout it” he coos.











