heyy idk if ur doing requests but id love if u could write a vibrator bondage fic w sugar daddy anakin or just any anakin 🫣
TW: stuff in the ask
Author's note: I do take requests, I just do them longer. Why does everyone think I don't take request? 😭 Ily because you've mentioned sugar daddy and I love me some sugar daddy. PLEASE GIVE ME MORE DILF!ANI OR SUGAR DADDY REQUESTS hope you like it :/
You bit your lip, eyes fixed on Anakin, who sat across from you in a perfectly tailored suit, his eyes dark and full of mischief. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he seemed to be very proud of it
"You like this dress, don't you?" voice was smooth, low, almost a purr as he lazily twirled the vibrator in his hand.
The dearest God
His gaze flicked from the hem of your dress to your face, watching every twitch of your body. "The one you’ve been eyeing for weeks…"
You shifted, trying to find some relief from the relentless teasing of the vibrator Anakin had strategically placed inside you earlier. It hummed softly, the silk cuffs binding your wrists to the armrests of the couch made it impossible to do anything about it. You were at his mercy--exactly where he wanted you. It felt incredible, yet, you.needed.more
"Y-Yes," you managed to whisper, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. "I want it. I---I need it."
Anakin leaned back, smirking, eyes gleaming under the light. "Oh, I know you do, sweetheart. And you know I always give you what you want… but you have to earn it this time"
He clicked the small remote in his hand, and the vibrator's intensity increased slightly, sending a delicious shockwave through your core. Your breath hitched, and your thighs clenched instinctively, but you couldn't close them--he had tied your ankles to the legs of the couch, leaving you open, vulnerable, exposed. The sensation was almost unbearable.
"Anakin, please," you whimpered, feeling the wetness pooling between your legs, your body aching for yet another release.
"Please what?" he asked, raising a brow as if he didn’t know exactly what you needed. He took a slow sip of whiskey from his glass, savoring your desperation, enjoying the power he held over you. "Do you want the dress? Or do you want me?" He emphasized the word
Your hips shifted involuntarily, the relentless pressure building between your legs and everything that was happening around you was making it impossible to think straight. The way he looked at you—so calm, so composed, while you were a trembling mess—only made the heat inside you burn hotter.
"Both," you moaned, voice shaking. "I want both."
Anakin chuckled, the sound dark and sinful, his fingertips brushed against your thigh - the touch light as air, making you shiver. He leaned closer you, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered in this awfully hot tone, "You have to be good, then. You know how this works."
His hand trailed down your body, fingers dancing over your skin, not quite touching where you needed him the most. He toyed with the hem of the dress, lifting it slightly, exposing more of your trembling hips.
You were so desperate for more—more pressure, more contact, more of him.
"You look so pretty all tied up like this," he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement as he slid his hand over the sensitive spot between your legs. "But I don’t think you deserve that dress yet. Do you?" He raised his brow, twisting the vibrator deeper
You whimpered in response, your back arching involuntarily as his thumb brushed against your already swollen clit. "Please, ani… I’ll be good. I promise."
His lips curled into a wicked smile, and he gave the remote another click (a teasing excuse of a man). The vibrator surged to a higher setting, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. Your body bucked against the restraints, and a moan escaped your lips. You were on the edge, so close, but still so far.
"You’ll only come when I say so. Understand?"
You nodded, biting down on your lip again, harder this time to stop the building orgasm
"Good girl," he murmured, leaning down to press a slow, deliberate kiss to your collarbone. His hand finally moved, fingers sliding down to stroke you in rhythm with the vibrator, building you up, driving you wild.
Your moans grew louder, your body trembling in his grasp. You could feel the tension in your body reaching its breaking point, your thighs shaking, heart racing. You were so close—just a little more, and you’d—
But then, with one swift motion, Anakin clicked the remote, turning off the vibrator completely. The sudden loss of sensation made you whine, your body still throbbing, desperate for release. And so sore of denied release
"Not yet," he whispered against your skin, his breath warm and teasing. "You haven’t earned it."
Tears of frustration welled in your eyes as you looked up at him, but all you saw was that smug, satisfied smirk on his lips. He loved seeing you like this—completely at his mercy, every nerve in your body begging for his touch.
"But," he continued, his fingers tracing slow circles around your clit, teasing, "if you’re very, very good, maybe I’ll give you what you want."
His hand moved with agonizing slowness, and you could barely think through the haze of desire clouding your mind. "Please, Ani," you whimpered again, willing to do anything to feel him inside you, to come apart under his hands. "I’ll be good, I’ll be so good—"
"That’s what I like to hear," he murmured, his voice soft but filled with authority. And with that, he clicked the remote again, the vibrator roaring back to life, this time at its highest setting.
Your entire body jolted with pleasure, and Anakin’s fingers began to work in tandem with the pulsations, pushing you over the edge. "Now," he whispered, "come for me."
And you did. With a cry, your body shattered beneath his touch, waves of pleasure crashing through you as your muscles tensed and trembled, bound and helpless under his touch, control and affiliation.
As you rode out the aftershocks, Anakin’s hand slowed, his touch softening. He pressed a tender kiss to your hot cheek, his voice low and soothing in your ear. "That’s my good girl."
In the afterglow, as you lay there, limbs trembling and breath ragged, Anakin stood up, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "You’ve earned that dress," he said, his eyes gleaming with approval. "And anything else you want."
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