𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝
a/n: Back with a little somethin...Request from like a month ago...If i find the req, i'll reply.
𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Princess! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI
Summary: Warming up to your new bodyguard, Anakin.
Warnings/contains: enemies to lovers, original au, dom male, dom femme, forced submission, sexual intercourse, p in v, choking, prolonged sexual tension, sexual teasing, proof read-- english is not my first language!
Word Count: 1.7k // Master list!/ ko.fi tips
Anakin's eyebrows furrow as he feels the princess's gaze boring into him; Your eyes narrowing slightly as you appraise him with clear disapproval. He can practically hear your thoughts, see the disdain written across your beautiful features. It irks him more than he cares to admit.
Who do you think you are, looking at him like that? He's a Jedi Knight, not some lowly servant---
“You’re huffing.” You said before raising your novel higher, blocking the unsightly view of your bodyguard.
“I am not.”
“You. Are. Breathing. Hard. Take a run if you’re out of shape.”
"Princess," he says, his voice tight. "I'm here as your assigned protector, not your pushover. I advise you to focus on the threat against your life."
“How many times must I say it?! I do not want you here!”
Anakin's eyes narrow as he stares up at you from your canopy bed. He can't believe your arrogance, every day, like clockwork, dismissing him so firmly. He's not some toy you can send back because it doesn't suit you. He's a Jedi, sworn to protect the innocent, and that includes spoiled royal brats like you. He won't be brushed off so easily.
"Send another?" he asks, his voice tight with frustration. "I'm afraid it's not that simple, Princess. The Jedi Council assigned me to this mission personally. They chose me for a reason - because I'm the best at what I do. I didn't come all this way to be cast aside because you don't like the way I exhale."
You climbed off your bed and stood tall against him. “…you’ve got some nerve.” You muttered bitterly before snatching the lightsaber off his belt. Anakin grinds his teeth as you toss his lightsaber somewhere far. He listened to the loud clatter as it knocked over a vase, shattering it.
However, his expression stayed firm. He was confident his weapon was fine. It was you. You were the issue. “Rest assured, as soon as I get the call back to Coruscant, I won’t hesitate...” He took a step back.
Anakin takes a deep breath, reminding himself of his duty. He's here to protect you, not indulge his own ego. He tucks his lightsaber back into its holster, the familiar weight a comfort. “Princess.” He dismissed himself, going wherever you weren’t.
Later that day on the dry courts, you played some game he had not recognized. With little racquets, you and the ladies of the court drank wine and clumsily swatted at balls. “Ha-ha!” Your obnoxious laugh rang in Anakin’s ears. He couldn’t control how his eyes rolled.
Pets run around the lawn and your puppy, a little tan creature, insisted on biting at Anakin’s robes. “You’re just as bothersome, rodent...” He muttered to the pet before pushing it away.
He can't help but feel out of place, a warrior among the extravagant finery. His black Jedi robes stand out starkly against the colorful dresses and the vibrant greenery that surrounded the few. He stands further from the courts, not wanting to intrude on your revelry, but his eyes are constantly scanning the surroundings.
“It seems my new pet would rather keep his distance.” You chattered, obviously tipsy, to your friends.
Anakin's eyes narrow as he watches you laugh cruelly at his reaction to his alienation. He can feel his face heating up with embarrassment and a touch of anger. "I am not a pet.”
“Am I speaking to you?” You asked firmly. The women’s laughter died as you held a moment of eye contact with the general.
Anakin clenches his fist, his cybernetic hand whirring softly as he struggles to control his temper. The insult stings, but he knows he can't rise to the bait. “No, my Princess. You were not speaking to me. I apologize for any disturbance I may have caused." He keeps his gaze fixed on the horizon, refusing to meet your eyes again.
How dare he ignore you? How dare he break eye contact after that pathetic apology?!
“Get the dogs off the court!” You spat to the butlers. It was true, you were a brat, entitled and rude at times but Anakin really brought it out of you. “Useless…” You whispered to yourself, stomping off.
After you left, the women began to gather their things. Anakin stepped forward to the court and with a gentle but firm hand, he scoops up your puppy, murmuring a soft calming phrase under his breath. “…you’re alright…it’s alright…”
Some nights later, you sit on your marble balcony, biting your bottom lip. The breeze flowed in your silk robe, and through your hair, letting it whir around your head. Anakin ate from a leftover dessert tray, popping the sweet bits into his mouth. With every new flavor, his eyebrows raised. “…mhh, coconut.” He steered away from the tempting wine bottle that lay in a bucket of ice.
Through his thoughts of soft delicacies, he heard you speaking to yourself from the balcony. Anakin startles at the sound of the princess’s voice, his heart leaping into his throat. He keeps a respectful distance, not wanting to intrude upon your private moment.
And yet, he can't help but let his gaze linger on the curve of your backside, the way your hair spills down your back, the soft rise and fall of your body as you breathe. There's a vulnerability to you in this moment, a softness that he rarely sees. He wiped his crumbs onto a towel of yours and swallows the last of what he chewed. “M- my princess? Are you alright?”
You looked over your shoulder before turning back to the view of your kingdom. “Fine.”
He found himself stepping closer to you…so close your eyebrows furrowed. “What do you want?” He stared at your red eyes before wiping your face with the sleeve of his night robe. You were still, an awkward and contorted expression on your face. “I am not a child. I need not be comforted by a man.”
He stepped back, taking the far side of the balcony, his back to you. “I don’t think lowly of you.”
“Should we throw a party?” You asked sarcastically before hiding yourself behind your hair. “Leave me be.”
“You’re impossible.”
“I am not!”
Anakin groaned, his cybernetic hand clenched tight, “What do you want from me? What can I do make you happy princess?!”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?” He took a step closer, “Nothing at all? No one can ever satisfy you. Not me. Not your friends or lovers. Not your pets or meaningless belongings. Nothing. You are a sad woman.”
You sat up, tears in your eyes, “…you don’t know me! You don’t know my kingdom nor my people. You are a stranger. You hold no rank on this planet and when morning comes, I want you gone.”
“That is not for you to decide. Your father-“ You began to walk away from him, strutting back into your bedroom before Anakin grabbed your wrist. “You will listen to me.” Your eyebrow raised as he drew you back.
Swiftly, you clutched the hilt of his lightsaber. The saber ignites in your hand, its blue light hummed. The light was mesmerizing, your eyes on it as he glared at you. Anakin’s hand overlapped with yours, “You don’t know what you’re doing. You’re an entitled child. Let it go.”
“Make me.”
“I won’t put my hands on a woman.”
“Choke me.”
He knows he should refuse, should walk away and report this disturbing request to the Jedi Council. But there's a part of him, a shameful part, that chilled with excitement. A part that craves dominance, the utter control. Just once. Just once he could make you submit. “No.” he said firmly.
“…do it.”
Without another word, he leans in, his large hand wrapping around the slender column of your throat. His fingers sink into the soft flesh, feeling the delicate bones and the racing pulse beneath his palm. He applies the slightest pressure, watching your face intently for any sign of distress or regret. He didn’t need to make contact with your flesh to hurt you but there was something about your soft skin, your throbbing heartbeat, under his clutch that make his cock swell under his night robe.
He keeps a small part of his mind clear, focused on your wellbeing and the need to stop if you asks him to. As he clutch your windpipe, he thought of every condescending moment, every time you yelled at or pushed him away.
Finally, you let go of the lightsaber which he returned to his hip.
Your eyes flutter back into your head as you lay back on your sheets. He stayed above you, watching as you slowly surrendered to him. This was a reckless act, dangerous none the less but how could he stop? You sighed, your hands came to his wrist, keeping him steady.
Anakin's heart pounds wildly as he feels the princess’s body trembling against his robes, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The power pulsing through him is intoxicating, the knowledge that he holds your life in his hands, that one wrong move could snuff out your existence was enough to make him moan.
His grip remains firm, not relenting, as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your ear. "Breathe." The man half-teases, his nose in your hair. Your vision grew blurry, breathless whispers he could not understand. A tense moan left your throat as you came, the knot in your core tight and left unsatisfied.
Anakin turned you onto your side, his body spooned yours with a heated passion. He leans in, his lips brushing against your neck, feeling the racing pulse that still hasn't slowed from your climax. His voice is rough, tinged with a hunger he can barely control. "Tell me to stop, and I will.”
He pushed away his robe and positioned himself at your entrance, the thick head of his manhood pushing insistently against your slick, heated folds. With a slow flex of his hips, he sheaths himself inside of you. A shudder left his lips as he grinds into your velvety cunt.
When you whined too loudly for his liking, Anakin quickly places a hand over your mouth, muffling your lewd cries.
a/n: something short...chapter 2 of Eclipse will be out on Sep 17th.
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