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୨୧ ──── fucking ceo!anakin in his office
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you knocked softly on anakin’s office door, waiting with bated breath for him to let you in. your mind flashed to the first time you met him when he became ceo of the company you work for. he was ridiculously handsome, and you were attracted to him right away. you went out of your way to impress him, started dressing a little more provocatively around the office, and “accidentally” bumping into him on occasion. it wasn’t until he invited you into his office to hand you some documents to deliver that you realized he was married.
there were pictures of him and his wife on their wedding day, surrounded by their friends and family, on his desk, as well as candid photos of her. you felt a lump in your throat and a huge sense of embarrassment at your futile efforts to gain his attention. what you didn’t know was that you had gained it, and it took everything in him not to act on the thoughts going through his head.
until he did.
your thoughts dissipate once you hear anakin’s voice through the door. you turn the knob and enter, your heart beating rapidly in your chest as he comes into view. he sits at his desk, hands spread on either side as he smirks wickedly at you.
“lock the door behind you.”
you do as he says, standing in front of the doorway to await his next instruction. he stands slowly, eyeing you up and down like a predator stalking his prey. you don’t dare take your eyes away from him, not wanting to upset him if you did.
he stands before you, looking down at you with a soft groan. “as beautiful as you look, all i want to do is rip that dress off right now.”
your lips part slightly, letting a breathy gasp escape you. “so do it,” you whisper, gazing at him. “you can always buy me another one.”
anakin pushes you up against the door, wrapping his large fingers around your throat enough to cut off your airflow. “did i say you could talk?” he queries. “hm?”
“n-no,” you choke, squeezing your legs together to dull your aching cunt. “y-you… didn’t.”
“that’s right,” he says. anakin grabs you by your hair and tosses you against his desk, pinning you there by his hips. he rips your dress down the back, revealing the lacy pink lingerie you have on underneath. “mm, at least you can do one thing right,” he muses, rubbing his hand over the swell of your ass. “you know how much i love these on you.”
your dress falls down to your feet and you kick the ruined fabric off to the side. you spread your legs for him, moaning softly as he teases your pussy with his fingers.
anakin circles with your clothed clit a while longer before moving your thong to the side and getting on his knees. he presses soft kisses along your lips and inner thighs, keeping his hand on you as a warning to be still. he finally runs his tongue over your clit, flicking it lightly.
your eyes roll back at the feel of his tongue on your cunt, the sensation causing chills to erupt along your skin. he continues to work your pussy until you cum hard, licking you through the aftershocks. he gets up from his knees, picking you up and placing you on his desk. he quickly undoes his pants, pulling his cock from its confines.
“leave the heels on,” he demands softly, shaking his head as he watches you trying to kick them off. “can you do that?”
“yes,” you nod, breath hitching as he rubs the tip of his cock along your glistening folds. he enters you with a loud groan, eyes fluttering at the feel of your tight walls pulsing around his cock.
he opens his eyes, looking down to see the photo of him and his wife on the night of their honeymoon staring back at him.
he reaches over and turns the frames face-down in one smooth motion while your eyes are squeezed shut from the stretch of him inside you. “good girl,” he says, voice low and rough as he starts to move. “you’re my good girl.”
warnings: NON-CON SMUT, inappropriate workplace relationships/power dynamics, verbal abuse, degradation, face-fucking, non-consensual nudity, brief choking, face painting, dark content, MDNI
“Mr. Skywalker, you wanted to see me?”
You shut the office door behind you, your hands trembling ever so slightly against the door handle. Anakin said nothing; you could only hear the sound of his breathing from behind you, positioned at his desk no less. Your breath caught in the hollow of your throat, a prisoner of anticipation. Behind you, Anakin's presence was a gravitational force—immovable, intense, laden with implications that stretched far beyond the mundane walls of this corporate space.
Your fingers, meticulously manicured in a deep red that spoke a certain level of seduction, trembled against the door handle. Each minute movement was a betrayal—a subtle confession of the internal tempest that raged beneath your carefully curated exterior. The polished surface of your nails reflected a distorted version of yourself: fragmented, uncertain.
The chair was a silhouette against the vast window, city light fracturing around its edges—a throne of corporate power, of calculated vulnerability. Your eyes trailed down to his right arm, slowly moving in rhythmic motions at something you couldn’t see– Anakin's body moved with a rhythm both mechanical and organic.
But you knew what he was doing. Anakin Skywalker couldn’t be more unprofessional.
“Do you know why you’re here, L/N?”
His voice was a blade—serrated, unexpected. The gravel in his tone scraped against the delicate membranes of memory, peeling back layers of carefully constructed professional composure. You were unfamiliar with this Anakin, and his tone brought goosebumps to your skin as the fear set into your bones.
Each step was a negotiation. Your heels—those meticulously chosen instruments of subtle power—clicked against the floor like a morse code of anxiety. Tick. Pause. Tick. A language of approach, of vulnerability, of strategic retreat is always possible.
The chair before his desk was more than furniture. It was a threshold. A boundary between what was known and what was about to be revealed. You sank into it with the calculated grace of someone who understood performance was survival. Your legs crossed—an unconscious gesture of protection, of control. The soft fabric of your skirt whispered against your skin, a traitor to your attempt at composure.
“Answer me.”
“I- I’m sorry, sir. I’m not-”
“Goddammit, you dumb bitch–”
Anakin turned sharply, his brow furrowed in a deep frown, jaw clenched tight with barely contained fury, the silence amplifying the tension. His eyes trailed your figure slowly, drinking you in, and you could feel the heat of his gaze on your skin as you became smaller and smaller underneath his scrutiny. You inhaled sharply as your eyes traveled, his laptop blocking your full view of what he was doing with his hand. But you didn’t need to see it to know what it was. The fabric of your skirt felt thin and inadequate against the growing chill, your hands shaking as you pulled it down, acutely aware of his eyes on you. There was no hint of a smile on his face– he was strictly business.
“By all means, don’t cover up for me now.” He chuckled slightly, his motions slowing as a wicked grin spread across his lips. Your thighs clenched– he noticed. “In fact–” he leaned further back into his chair, his voice taking on a more condescending tone. “Stand up for me. I want you to watch.”
“Anakin–”
“It wasn’t a fucking question. Stand up.” His tone was sharp, demanding. As his assistant, Anakin asked a lot of you. And he wasn’t exactly easy to negotiate with.
You stood slowly, the tension in your muscles a stark contrast to Anakin’s growing excitement, his grin widening as his movements sped up. Your eyes finally trailed down one more time, just as he wanted them to. His ringed hand was pulling ever so aggressively at his cock, the purple tip aching and leaking at his motions. He slowed once more after his motions were getting sloppy, edging himself from what he wanted– what he needed.
“Like what you see?” He groaned out, his tip becoming more sensitive at the second.
“Anakin–”
“Take your top off.”
“Anakin, please–”
“Again, wasn’t a fucking question.”
You gulped again, your eyes never leaving the motion of his hand stroking his cock, and you slowly but surely began to work at your buttons, your thighs clenched shut with an ache that you knew wasn’t good for you. As you worked at the final button, you shrugged the blouse off and stood before him in your bra, skirt, and Lou Boutins. He smiled at you again, a slow nod accompanying the gesture, silently urging you to continue.
You sighed again, your hands continuing to tremble as you moved them towards your back, meeting the clasp of your bra. Your fingers worked slowly, just like his hand on his cock, and you could tell he was unamused by your actions. Finally, the clasp came upon, and your t-shirt bra hit the ground before you as your nipples peaked instantly upon meeting the A/C.
“Mr. Skywalker, I’m not sure what I did–” He held up his left hand at your words, silencing you as his right continued its abuse of his cock.
“Never said you could speak. For that, the skirt must go. And you will know in due time what you did, sweetheart.” He motioned to the rest of your clothing, and you obeyed. You kicked off your shoes, feeling the coarse texture of the carpet against your toes. The skirt came next, shorter than what you would have normally worn, it met the floor with a thud as Anakin continued to watch.
“Come here.”
You stepped slowly to behind his desk, your thoughts betraying you despite the absurdity of the situation you were in. Anakin Skywalker was your boss–The CEO–and this disobeyed so many moral codes and HR protocols that your head was spinning. You could have left by no, could have said no, and quit and sued him. But you didn’t–you couldn’t. Not when this was everything and more you could have wanted from him.
“Get on your knees.” He commanded harshly once again, practically pushing you down in front of him with his left hand on your shoulder—his right bringing his cock above your face in fast strides, his pace increasing with renewed vigor as you watched him on your knees.
“Of course, you’re too dumb to know what you did–” He groaned out, his pace quickening and your thighs squeezed tighter against one another, “Don’t even think about going to HR, either. I can tell you enjoy this.” His voice was wavering, breathy as he spoke his threats.
“Yes, sir.” You mumbled, mesmerized by the movements before you.
“Y-you really fucked me over, you know that, Y/N/N?” His motions were getting sloppier by the second, his composure crumbling the closer he came to his release. “I-I had to reschedule with the fucking president–the fucking President of the United States–because of you. A-and you had the audacity–to walk into my building–looking like a slut–totally and utterly clueless about your fuck up–and then–” He stopped himself once more, letting out a breathy chuckle that was almost a moan, “And then you stop to flirt with some office boy. Don’t think I don’t know–”
“Sir–”
“Enough.” He covered your mouth with his hand, making you flinch under his touch. “I don’t want to hear it. I’m about to cum. Should be fucking grateful I’m even giving you that right now.” He grumbled once more, picking up the pace again.
You nodded profusely, tears welling in your eyes, and he cooed, his smile growing.
“Don’t cry, pretty girl, you just made a mistake. Happens to the best of us. And right now, I’m teaching you a lesson so you don’t make another.” You nodded at his words, a single tear cascading down your cheeks.
“Y-yes, sir.” You hiccuped, and he gripped your chin with his left hand suddenly, a low, guttural moan falling from his pink, wet lips.
“God, that was so hot. Open up.” He slapped the side of your mouth softly, and you did as you were told, opening it and sticking your tongue out enough for him to have a landing pad.
Anakin moaned louder at your actions, his voice coming to a small whine as the pace on his cock increased. With one final, long groan, Anakin leaned forward and gripped your throat tightly as he shot thick, white ropes across your face and into your mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut, your face dripping with his cum as he pushed his cock past your pretty lips and down your throat, aggressively riding out his own high.
You moaned as he fucked your face, the tears welling in your eyes as his cock seemed to soften at an excruciatingly slow pace in your throat. His movements eventually slowed, and he pulled past your lips, tucking himself back into his dress pants. His hand found its way to your chin, turning your head and humming as he appreciated his handy work.
