TRICKSTER
pairing. anakin skywalker x f!reader
trope. best friends decide to fuck? idk.
synopsis. when you decide to flex your tricks with a keg-stand on anakin, he decided to drink with you, but not the liquor— your pussy.
warnings. NSFW. 18+. modern au. porn without plot, alcohol consumption, brief dubcon (turns consensual), cunnilingus, brief ass-eating (return of analkin), outdoors, cursing, mention of alcohol poisoning, pet-names, slight degradation, vaginal fingering, breast-play, cum-eating.
a/n. i need both things incorporated here; a keg stand and anakin eating me out. i’ve used a picture of sam monroe here, i just felt like it fit the au better, let me know if you guys maybe would wanna read something for him? twirls hair, bats eyelashes at you.
“ANI, WATCH THIS,” you ask him, for the third time in a row to watch you cannonball into the lavish pool. anakin feigns faux pride in you, clapping sarcastically when you swim up to the surface to see his reaction.
the clear poison coursing through your veins, the bittersweet smirnoff that you’ve been chugging neat, had began working its magic into your senses.
you were home alone, your parents’ place left to you all by yourself as they left for business outside of coruscant. with the sun shooting heatwaves directly at your city, you decided what better way to make peace with your solitude than to invite your childhood best friend over to drink the day away?
ANAKIN SKYWALKER WAS MORE than happy to oblige to your “pretty please’s,” pulling up to the house in nothing but black trunk shorts, while you were in a black, skimpy bikini.
he’d been ogling at you the whole time, too.
you pretended not to notice the bite of his lip when your cleavage would come into sight, and shrug away the feeling of his eyes devouring your ass whenever you had your back towards him.
with his help, you had set up a keg-stand, eager to impress with some tricks up your sleeve.
“hey, anakin,” you called out, a mischievous half-smile tugging at your lips. “hm?” he looked up to you. the liquor trickling down his stubbled chin, his brows furrowed at the feel of his tastebuds dying at the hands of the alcohol. using the back of his large hands, he wiped off his face.
you squirmed at the sight.
he was your best friend, but you had eyes.
anakin’s always been a gorgeous boy, the perfect man to have. easy on the eyes, funny, attentive, possessive, and just so, so good to you.
and only you, it seems.
nobody else gets this princess treatment, none but you.
you smiled triumphantly, you were fawning over a man that wasn’t even yours, but you’d be damned if you cared to stop.
“check this out!” you raced over to the stand, getting in position to start chugging.
WAS THIS A BAD IDEA? probably.
would you care to stop? fuck no.
anakin looked over at you, amused. he raised a brow at your current state; ass in the air, tits flopping in the barely covering bikini top, your form slightly wavering, causing him to walk over to you.
“very impressive, trickster.” he tried not to chuckle. “need help?” he asked, snaking his hands around your waist to steady you. your heart skipped several beats at the gesture, now realising how awkward this position is.
his face so close— too close to your ass— that you felt his hot breath on your wet skin.
his hands began to roam, kneading the flesh— whatever flesh he could touch, massaging your waist and hips, before making his way to your chest. you nearly choked on the beer shooting up your mouth when he untied the strings of your bikini, letting the top fall to the ground.
“hey, sweetheart,” he mocked your earlier tone,
“SWEETHEART, WATCH THIS!” he grinned devilishly before shifting your thong to the side and shoving his face between your folds.
your legs instinctively wrapped around his shoulders, trying so hard not to choke on the relentless liqueur shooting through the pipe.
anakin was cruel, what if the liquid went down the wrong hole and you choked to death?
speaking of the wrong hole, his tongue now licked the tight rim of your ass, smirking to see you writhe in discomfort.
“anakin, what the f—” you gasped for air as the pipe left your mouth.
“shh,” anakin spoke against your drooling slit, sending shivers down your spine (or up, since you are hanging upside down?) “don’t waste, and show me all the tricks you’ve been talking my ear off to show.” his arm wrapped around your slim waist to steady you, while the free hand traveled down to your chest to pinch and pull at your nipples.
you moaned, gushing around his face. his little stubble pricked at your skin, while his tongue sent sharp jolts of pleasure through you when he taunted your clit with the tip; the sensation, delicious, much like the taste of you for anakin.
“such a sweet cunt, i can’t believe it took just one bottle of vodka to get you laid out for me.” he slurred against you, sucking harshly on your clit, easing a finger into your walls.
you moaned pornographically, gagging on the pipe.
for your sake, and his, he better finish what he started before you die of alcohol poisoning.
but with the fervency with which he was assaulting your poor pussy, you ought to rest assured.
“cum on my tongue, slut. i wanna taste you in my mouth, not the booze.” he grabbed you by the hips and began grinding your entire body on his face; drenched in your juices, but not once stopping, he sucked the soul out of your swollen clit, while his fingers curled against your g-spot.
you clenched your thighs around his head, not that anakin minded, struggling to drink beer while anakin was doing just fine drinking your juices.
with one final lick on your clit, and one final thrust of two of his fingers, he had you coming undone in his mouth, like he wanted.
he helped you down, but wouldn’t leave you alone. he groped your breasts roughly, shoving his tongue into your mouth. you weren’t even given a jiffy to yourself to breathe.
when he broke the kiss, he had that mischievous look on his face; the one that gets you into the best kind of trouble.
“ani—” you said his name in a cautionary tone, but it was too late; he swept you off your feet and headed indoors.
“anakin, let go of me!” you chuckled, flopping around like a fish out of water on his shoulder.
“not a chance,” he tsk’ed at your request, like it was the stupidest idea ever.
“unless you want me to fuck you outdoors?” he looked over at you, a hopeful glee in his eyes.
your tricks have come around to bite you in the ass, little trickster. now, brace yourself for a hell of a pounding.
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