Summary: Anakin Skywalker is angry beyond belief. And he’s going to take it out on the slutty reader.
AnakinxReader, technically some FivesxReader too
warning: smut, dirty talk, dom!anakin, sub!reader, face fucking, rough sex, mentions of sand.
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His cybernetic hand was in a fist, his flesh fingers tightly wrapped around his half-empty water canteen. The gradually healing, minor wounds on his skin sent occasional shots of pain through his body, making his jaw clench. Hot air left him sitting in a stagnant bubble of rage, as he stared out at the infuriating view opposite him.
Anakin Skywalker was frustrated.
The team was six days into what was supposed to be a two-day mission. Anakin didn't even want to go on the mission in the first place; the fact that it was on his home planet of Tatooine was yet another thing that was drilling a constant, irritating hole in his head.
"You alright there, Anakin?" Obi-Wan asked him, doing his best to hide his smug smirk. He had been watching Anakin for the past few minutes, and it was clear to see what was causing the constant deep frown on his forehead.
Anakin just grunted in response, his eyes dark and hooded as he kept his brooding stare on you.
You.
You with your soft-looking hair and even softer-looking skin, scantily hidden under a thin, tight tank-top and barely-there shorts. You with your incessant sunshine personality, making it hard for those around you not to mirror your brilliant smile. You with your mouth spouting flirty comments to that bastard Fives, whose eyes kept shamelessly glancing down to your deep cleavage.
Since you started working at the Jedi Temple as a Mission Strategist, you had brightened the place up. If Anakin couldn't see you, he could hear your melodic laugh echoing through the halls, or smell your lingering sweet scent in the air. Your friendly personality quickly led to you becoming everyone's favorite, though Anakin liked to exclude himself from your band of devotees.
Everybody fucking loved you.
And Anakin would have loved to fuck you.
But you were innocent. It wasn't hard for the Clones to make your cheeks flush, or to make your fingers nimbly play with one another, or to make you smile shyly at the floor. Casual compliments and friendly winks were enough to make your heart race- Anakin knew because he could practically sense it beating beneath your rib cage.
Instead of pursuing you, he took to spending his nights with people who didn't care whether he ever contacted them again, and who he wouldn't feel bad treating like nothing more than objects. But you weren't like them. He couldn't treat you like that. He had been witness to the cruel sound of you crying in Kenobi's arms after one too many drinks, and from then on he vowed to do everything in his power to ensure that he'd never be the one to upset you. And to fulfil that vow, he'd have to do everything in his power to stay away from you.
But fuck, were you making it hard.
"And then I just quickly put it away again," Fives said to you with a sly grin, rapidly tucking away his blaster in its holder. "Like magic."
Your eyes were filled with delight at his actions, and you bent a little closer to him. "That is so cool."
The Clones had all taken off their armor and most of them sat shirtless around the forested area, waiting for the twin suns to set to let the night sky bring some relieving coolness. Fives was among the half-naked ones, laying back with sweat beading between his pecs as he looked up at where you were sitting on your knees beside him.
His eyes shot down to the gold chain dangling between your boobs, and he couldn't help but reach out and take it in his hand. "I like this necklace, kitty."
"You do?" You asked him with wide eyes, biting your lip.
Fives nodded, clearly in an awe-struck daze as his fingers slowly rubbed your smooth thigh. "It's very pretty. Brings out those beautiful eyes of yours." He kept his other hand on the gold chain, slowly moving his hand up and down.
"You're just saying that so I put you on an easy task tomorrow," You teased him with a shy smile.
Fives feigned shock with a gasp, using the opportunity to tighten his grip on your leg. "I wouldn't stoop that low, kitty. I just know a pretty gem when I see one."
Anakin was seething. He watched as you giggled and explained to Fives that the necklace was a family heirloom, letting his fingers brush against your chest. You weren't even wearing a bra. Anakin could tell from his spot a good few meters away, so he knew that Fives had definitely caught on. As the evening began to draw in, a slight breeze wafted past. That, along with Fives' hungry stare, was enough to harden your nipples, something neither of the men failed to notice. Fives licked his lips, not even bothering to hide his reaction, while Anakin's pants tightened around his dick, leaving him angrier than ever before.
He wanted so badly to order Fives to carry out a perimeter sweep just so he'd be away from you for a few minutes, but Anakin knew he couldn't let on that whatever game you were playing was working on him.
"A little obvious, don't you think?" Obi-Wan asked, finally getting Anakin to face him.
With furrowed brows, Anakin looked his friend up and down. "What?"
Obi-Wan shrugged, a mischievous look on his face as he leaned back against a thick tree. "Your infatuation with Y/N. You usually do well to hide it, but you've been staring her down like she's a plate of cold fruit, just waiting for you to dig in."
Anakin narrowed his eyes. "You sound like you're pretty interested yourself."
Holding up his hands in surrender, Obi-Wan let out a laugh. "I'm just in the mood for some fruit. This planet isn't exactly the best source for a nice, sweet pear."
"Why do you think I didn't want to come back?" Anakin grumbled, pulling up at the sparse grass beneath him. The sound of your laughter stole his attention again, and his eyes were burning into you once more.
It was a strange sensation for the man. Here he was, sitting in a humid, half-dead forest on a planet he swore to never return to, on a mission he only agreed to go on when Obi-Wan informed him that you'd be attending. The threat was too great for him to leave a life as precious as yours in the hands of the Clones, so he begrudgingly came along.
The sands of Tatooine sat coarse and rough on his skin, but your laughter seemed to wash the grains away. He didn't so much mind that the sand had managed to have gotten everywhere, because your smile alone was enough to distract him.
"I can't blame you, Anakin; it's been a while," Obi-Wan said through a sigh. "I know I miss the company of a certain woman back home. That combined with this blasted heat is enough to drive any man insane."
Anakin rolled his eyes, refusing to be easily read. "I'm not missing any company. I'm just tired. And hot."
"Fives, you're so bad!" You exclaimed suddenly, placing your hand on his bare chest. The two of you laughed together, your heads leaning in dangerously close.
"Ugh," Anakin spat, malice clear on his tone and face. Fives was taking advantage of the fact that you were friendly to everyone, and using it to make himself feel special.
"Maybe you should tell Y/N how you feel," Obi-Wan suggested. "Goodness knows I've caught her staring at you more than once."
His words excited Anakin, but the stoic-faced man didn't let it show. "Good one."
"I'm not joking," Obi-Wan insisted. "She may seem like a good girl, but she's just as frustrated as you are."
Anakin did his best to stifle his reaction, wondering if there was any truth to the older man's words. Obi-Wan had no reason to lie to him, and benefited in no way by making Anakin think you were just as horny for him as he was for you.
He let Fives have his fun for the rest of the evening. It was aggravating to see his hands linger on your exposed skin and his lips whisper things into your ear that made your thighs squeeze together, but Anakin knew that he had to be patient.
After all, good things come to those who wait.
It was almost midnight and the Tatooine atmosphere had finally reached a bearable temperature. Most of the team was turning in for the night, but not you.
Anakin had spent the last week listening to you come out of your tent and leave the camp when you thought nobody else was awake. At first, he assumed that you and Fives were sneaking off to have sex, which pissed him off to no end- until he realized that you were alone every time.
On this particular night, Anakin decided to follow you.
He didn't know what to expect. Maybe you were some sort of shapeshifter who turned into a mythical creature under the light of the moon. Maybe you were sleepwalking without even realizing what you were doing. Maybe Obi-Wan was right; you were just as horny as Anakin, and you were sneaking off to touch yourself in privacy.
What you were actually doing, though, which took Anakin by surprise, was sitting.
He waited for a few minutes to see whether you would do something, but you remained unmoving. You had left the forested area and were sitting on a dune, your fingers slowly raking through the sand beneath you.
"What are you doing?" The question left Anakin's mouth without him meaning it to, but he couldn't take it back now.
You didn't turn back, knowing who it was by his voice. "Nothing."
"Why are you out here alone?" He asked you, folding his arms across his chest as a cool breeze floated past. "It's dark, and dangerous."
A small smile grew on your lips and you finally looked back to face him. "Come join me, then. You can protect me from all the... beetles."
He took a step forward, before stopping. Remaining on the grass, he frowned at you. "I don't like sand."
You almost laughed, but kept it in. "Okay, then." Turning your body, you got onto your knees and crawled over to the line where the sand met the grass. Remaining on the desert-like area, you sat on your bottom, before looking up at him with wide eyes. "Does this work for you?"
Reluctantly, he slowly lowered down and sat cross-legged on the grass opposite you. "It'll do." He was a little too close to the sand for his liking, but it was worth being in close proximity to you.
"Sand is comfy," You commented. "It's like the perfect chair, molding around your butt."
"It's irritating," Anakin countered with furrowed brows. "Spend five minutes in it, and you'll still be finding grains in your hair five days later."
You shot him a playful pout, but it sent a ripple through his core and straight to his cock.
"Let's go back," He ordered. "You need to rest." After a long day of making him and his troopers fantasize about you naked.
"I'm bored," You whined, tightly grabbing his hand as though you were afraid he'd get up and run off. "Entertain me, Master Skywalker."
Why did you have to make this so fucking hard on him? All he wanted was to keep you at arms length where he couldn't hurt you, yet all you seemed to do was force yourself into his personal space and mind.
"I'm not Fives," He said coldly, making you loosen you grip on his hand as your face dropped. "I'm not gonna make you feel special. Now get up and get to your tent, Y/N."
"Why are you so angry?" You questioned, giving him a curious look.
Anakin glared at you, his anger at an all time high. "Why are you such an attention whore?"
You gasp, taken aback by his crude wording. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me," He said gravely, malice on his tongue. "You strut around, knowing you have everyone's eyes on you, and I know that you love it. You feed off it, like a plant basking in the sun. Like a parasite burrowed under my skin. It's constant, and it's fucking annoying."
Swallowing slightly, you instinctively move backwards. "I have no idea what you're-"
"Cut the bullshit," Anakin interrupted you harshly, making your eyes widen. "You know exactly what you're doing. Flirting with Fives, knowing the rest of the troopers wish it was them. Making him horny enough to get his dick hard, while keeping that innocent look on your face to stop him from acting on it."
You were speechless. How had he read you so well?
"Well, I see past the innocence, Y/N," He continued, his tone changing from enraged to arrogant, as was the look in his eyes. Leaning forward, he took a tight grip of your arm. "I know that, deep down, you're desperate to be fucked. You want- no, you need someone to take you and fuck you like the slut you are, and you've been purposely frustrating me, knowing I'd be the only one who'd go through with it."
He felt your heartbeat quicken, confirming to him that what he was saying was true.
"We should get back to the tents," You said in a small voice, knowing you had him where you wanted him. "I'm tired."
Anakin laughed. It was dark, and bitter, and it told you that he had no plans of going back any time soon without him having to say the words. Instead, he grabbed your other arm and pushed you down onto your back. He grimaced when he heard the thump and saw flecks of sand fly up at the impact, but the sight of you with your big doe eyes and faux innocence was too great for him to care.
"You enrage me to no end," He grumbled, leaning down to bring his lips close to yours. His eyes scanned your face, and he took pleasure in the look of fear you had managed to muster. "Don't act like you weren't expecting this. You knew I'd hit my limit one day."
You let out a whimper as he took your arms and pinned them above your head, making him smirk.
"I've hit my limit," He revealed with a whisper, making your legs squeeze shut. "And now it's time for me to show you what happens to bad girls like you who think they can get away with making me hard and leaving me to take care of the aftermath."
"There a lot of them?" You asked, dropping the innocent act and raising an eyebrow.
He was taken aback by the sudden change in your demeanor, but did well to hide it. "They don't play the role as well as you do. The others break after a few hours."
You took pride in that, knowing that you had been making him desperate to fuck you since the day you moved into the Temple. Dropping the smug look, you mustered up a concerned frown. "This is highly inappropriate, Master Skywalker."
"Fuck you," He spat, before using his knee to spread your legs and resting his weight on you. "If there's one thing I hate more than sand, it's you."
A laugh left your lips, but it wasn't the sweet, melodious one he was used to hearing. This laugh was wicked, and went straight to his already hard cock. "There's no need to be so rude, Master," You began, tilting your head. "All I want is to be your friend."
He let an incredulous scoff, shaking his head. "I don't give a fuck about what you want. I'm here to give you what you need."
"Oh, yeah?" You challenged, feeling your confidence grow. "And what do I need?"
"You need," He began, leaning closer to you. "To be fucked into submission, so that the next time you even think about teasing me again, you'll remember that I won't hesitate to put you in your place."
"And what's my place?" You pressed, feeling the wetness pool in your panties.
A smug smirk grew on his lips. "Your place is under me. Filled with my cum. Crying out my name."
Once again, you were speechless, your mind going fuzzy with the dirty words that were leaving his mouth.
"Do you understand me?" Anakin asked you sternly, to which you eagerly nodded. "Say it. I need to hear you say it, pretty peach."
You let out a shaky breath and shivered. "I understand, Master Skywalker."
A satisfied smile made its way to his face just as his boner pushed up against your tight shorts. He let out a low groan, his eyes fluttering shut. Something as simple as brushing against you was bringing him instant relief, seeing as he had been so sexually frustrated for the past week.
"Fuck," He whispered, wanting nothing more than to fuck you and cum as soon as possible - but he knew he had to make this last long, because he didn't want to rush his first time fucking you. It wouldn't be the last, and quickies could be saved for when you were back at the Temple.
"I'm sorry," You mumbled, giving him that doe-eyed look you knew drove him wild. "I didn't mean to tease you."
Anakin smiled an evil, cruel smile, moving his hips ever so slightly just to get some friction. "It's too late to play good girl now. You won't get my forgiveness."
You looked on in awe as he removed his shirt, revealing his impeccable body to you. He was quick to rip off your top, practically drooling as he finally got a look at your boobs. Many nights had been spent imagining what they looked like, felt like, tasted like - and now he could find out. His lips latched around your nipple, making your back arch. He let out a satisfied hum, his bright blue eyes looking up to meet yours. Your hands were being restrained by the Force and you desperately wanted to tug on his hair, but he'd be damned if he let you have even an iota of control over your body while he had you under him.
"Please," You whimpered. "More, please."
He chuckled against your nipple, making you shudder at the vibration. Taking a tight hold of your hips, Anakin began nibbling and biting down, making you cry out. He had turned you into a highly-sensitive, begging mess, which is exactly what you had turned him into since the day he first saw you.
One of his hands slid down your bare stomach, making you hold in a breath while it slipped under your panties. You let out strained noises as he stroked your yearning pussy.
"Wet as fuck; no surprise there," Anakin said with a cruel smirk. "What made you this wet, huh? Was it Fives groping your body, as though it belongs to him?"
You shook your head, before correcting him. "It was you staring at me while he groped me."
A pleased laugh left his throat and he began rubbing circles into your clit. "I knew it. This whole time you've been letting him touch you, and stroke you, and play with you, it's all been a show. Hasn't it?"
His rubbing sped up and you nodded furiously, your head digging into the sand. "Yes, Master Skywalker. It was all for you."
With ease, his finger slipped into your entrance, and you let out wanton moans to the night air. Just as he added another finger, Anakin noticed some movement and looked to the side to see a small beetle scurrying towards your head. Letting out a chuckle, he used the Force to send it flying through the sand while you bucked your hips against his finger.
"Tell me something," He began, curling and scissoring his fingers inside you, making you squirm. "Did you ever fuck him?"
His question made you grin, and you let out another whimpered moan before answering him. "I sucked his dick, once."
Anakin's fingers slowed down at your revelation. That was definitely not the answer he was expecting.
"I was pissed off at you," You went on to explain. "It was the night you fucked that mechanic."
Recalling what you were talking about, Anakin stilled his movements with his fingers buried knuckle-deep in your pussy. "She looked a little like you. Can you blame me?"
"That's what pissed me off," You told him breathlessly, trying not to convulse at the feeling of his fingers sitting inside you.
Anakin's eyes narrowed, his mind completely on that night. "Why didn't you fuck him?"
A coy smile grew on your lips. "I figured it would make you even angrier to know that I did something to purely serve another man while getting no direct pleasure in return." Your words took on teasing tone, and you could see his jaw slowly clenching. "It was all about Fives, and his fat cock in my mouth."
Just as Anakin thought he was beginning to find a release for his rage, you had managed to anger him beyond belief. Somehow, you knew just what to say to push his buttons, make his veins pop and his eyes fill with a new cruelty.
He removed his fingers from your pussy, making you whine. Ignoring the sounds you were making, he stood and dragged you up by your hair until you were on your bare knees, the grains of sand rubbing harshly against your skin.
"Does it hurt?" Anakin asked you with fake concern, a pout on his lips. "Is it painful to be on your knees on the rough sand like that?"
You nodded, though you knew he was hardly about to show you mercy.
Your silent answer made him grin sadistically, his hands tightly gripping your head. "You should be grateful, my pretty little peach. I'm gonna stuff my nice, thick cock down your throat, and fuck your face until my cum is dripping from your mouth. Aren't you grateful for that opportunity?"
You nodded fervently. "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
"Good girl," He muttered with an arrogant smirk.
He went through with his promise, edging his dick past your lips until his tip was hitting the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, but nodded at him, telling him it was okay to go further. Gladly, he did so, until his balls were pressed to your chin. Then, without warning, he started to fuck your mouth, a beautiful look of bliss on his face.
"Oh, fuck," He groaned, using his grip on your hair to steadily thrust in and out of your mouth.
Your brain was telling you to panic but you took a deep breath in through your nose, calming your mind as you let him use you however he wanted.
"This was what you fucking craved, wasn't it?" Anakin asked you with a smirk, his thumb stroking your cheek as his pace quickened. "All those months you spent teasing me, making me hard, leaving me to imagine all the ways I could fuck you. This is what you needed me to do to you, isn't it?"
You moaned your approval of his observation, your eyes watering as he fucked your face harder. His jaw clenched and his eyes rolled back as his hips bucked against your head, his veiny cock sliding over your tongue and down your throat. It twitched and throbbed uncontrollably, as you watched his face contort with pleasure. Without warning, he held your head in place and released his cum into your mouth, filling it like he promised. He watched with dark eyes as you swallowed every last drop, before using his thumb to wipe up the excess that dripped down your chin and silently telling you to suck it clean.
"Such a good girl," He whispered, his lips parting as he looked down at you in a daze. "Such a good little pet for me." His words made you whimper as you became eager for his approval, making him chuckle when he sensed your desperation. Anakin got down to his knees, the familiar grainy texture making his eyes roll. "You're lucky you're irresistible, slut. Else I'd have left you here in this fucking sand."
You tried not to smile so widely at his words, and instead crawled closer to him. "Thank you, Sir."
He was in awe at just how submissive you had become in such a short amount of time - but he knew that this was always hiding beneath your confident exterior. Anakin took hold of your shoulders and pushed you onto your back, before climbing on top of you. "Tell me how much you need me to fuck you, slut."
"I- I need your cock so bad," You whined, bucking your hips. "Please, Sir. I need to cum all over your cock."
Laughing wickedly, he was satisfied with your begging. "Good. Because it's all yours."
He took hold of his dick and guided it to your needy cunt, inching it in slowly. You let out constant whimpers as he gradually filled you up, stretching you out marvelously. Once he was fully inside you, he wrapped his arms around you and picked up a steady pace, fucking you hard.
Anakin groaned against your neck, his hot breath hitting your skin and making you shiver. "So tight for me, my good girl."
You cried out as he continued spewing filthy words into your ear, about your pussy belonging to him and how much of a good whore you were being for him. His thrusts sped up, his grunts getting louder and mixing with your moans. Anakin was finally being given all that he needed, all that he had been yearning for, and it tasted even sweeter than he could have ever imagined.
All his rage from the mission was being fucked into you, all his frustration at your teasing pushing him to slam into your pussy mercilessly. He pulled on your hair, twisted your nipples, slapped your clit. Everything he did was with fury, and an animalistic drive to make you his by cumming deep inside you.
His hands dug fistfuls of sand at either side of your body, making him even angrier. He was only on this dumb fucking planet because of you, so he'd fuck you until you were dumb for his cock to make up for it. It was what you each deserved.
Your mind was fuzzy, your eyes rolling back as your mouth hung open. He had fucked you stupid, and all that mattered was that his cock was inside you. He could sense your core tightening and he rubbed furiously at your clit, forcibly drawing out your orgasm. You let out a scream before squirting all over his cock and balls, making him groan loudly.
"Fuck, yes, just like that," He grunted, his eyes narrow as his thrusts became sloppy. "Squirt all over my cock, like the whore you are."
The feeling of your juices gushing over his shaft made his cum shoot out inside you, his balls tightening as he gave you a few more thrusts. Your pussy clenched around him like a vice, holding his cock prisoner while you each rode out your highs.
With one final thrust, he fell onto you, breathing heavily. Your mind was racing, and Anakin felt a sense of pride when he heard your heart beating impossibly fast beneath your ribcage. He recovered quicker than you, sitting up and clothing himself while you lay, barely conscious.
He took a tight hold of your face and pulled you up, bringing you back to reality. With a glare, his grip tightened on your cheeks, making you whimper. "Any time I find another fucking grain of sand when we get back, I'm gonna fuck you like a cumslut, so you remember that a cumslut is all you fucking are."
With that, he dropped you back down to the ground, leaving you dazed before he began to walk away. Sensing movement again, he held his hand behind him without looking back, flicking that same beetle away from your head with an arrogant smirk before he returned back to the tents.
Once you had properly came to with his words ingrained in your mind, you picked up a handful of sand and put it in your pocket.
