《call out my name (anakin smut)》in your eyes (ani smut)
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it was a long, hard day. the mission didn't go as planned, but the outcome was good, another win for the jedi. even though all is well, anakin is in a terrible mood.
come to think of it, he's been moody all day and it's starting to impact your own emotions.
you just hate seeing him upset.
you wish he knew how you felt about him.
the things you dream about him doing to you.
the things you want to say to him.
but he doesn't.
he doesn't know how much you love him, it's more than love too, it's pure. sexual. desire.
you watch as he sits, piloting the ship back to coruscant, his hands firmly grasping the yoke, his brows furrowed, and his jaw clenched.
you carefully walk up behind him and run your fingers through his hair gently.
he leans his head back and looks up at you with those beautiful eyes.
you smile down at him and he smiles back.
"watcha thinking about?" you ask.
"nothing."
you move to stand beside him.
"come on! you've been tense like this all day!" you groan.
he rolls his eyes, you know him all too well.
"you," he smirks.
he focuses his eyes back on the stars as you wonder what he could possibly mean by that.
"what?"
"you! i always think about you," he sighs.
your heart thumps in your chest.
"what about me?" you smirk.
you get a wave of courage and sit down in his lap.
he gasps and grabs your hips.
"y/n, come on. we could get caught, and you and i both know i don't care, but you do, so let's talk about this later. i don't want you to get in trouble."
you sigh and get up off his lap, settling in the seat next to his.
he's right. you don't want to jeopardize your training.
moments later, the ship lands and everyone parts ways except for you and ani.
"my place?" you ask.
he nods and gently grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers.
you smile as heat rises to your cheeks.
when you get back to your apartment you take off your jacket and utility belt and leave them on the table by the door.
anakin does the same and he follows you down the hall.
you stop and turn to look at him, your mouth open, but before you can say anything he crashes his lips onto yours.
one of his hands rests on your chin and you lean in, tangling your hands in his hair.
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he slips his tongue into your mouth and you moan lightly at the feeling of him dominating you like this.
he turns you around, his lips never leaving yours, to push you against the wall firmly,
his hands now traveling down your body.
as they find your hips you thrust up against him, feeling his hardness through his pants.
you moan again as he moves his lips to kiss your neck.
you pull away and grab his hand, leading him to your bedroom.
once inside, you close the door and he scoops you up and walks over to the bed, dropping you on your back.
"ani," you moan as he crawls over you.
"you're so beautiful, you don't know how long i've wanted to do this."
you blush as he leans down and gently kisses your lips.
growing impatient, you thrust your hips up and try to grind against him, but he holds you down with his large hands.
"i'll take care of you," he whispers.
he slowly starts to removes your robes, kissing you as he moves down.
once he's stripped you completely, he stands up and does the same to himself.
you watch his toned muscles gleam in the moonlight coming through your window.
you lean up, propping yourself on your elbows, to watch him slide his pants off, revealing his impressive length that you can see through his boxers.
anakin smiles at you, noticing your flushed face.
suddenly he leans down at the end of the bed and pulls your legs to wrap rest on his shoulders.
he looks up at you as he runs his tongue through your slick folds.
"you're so wet, baby. so sweet," he groans.
you throw your head back as he starts to eat you out like there's no tomorrow.
his hands move to grasp your hips and you can feel his fingertips digging in to your sides, leaving bruises in their wake.
you make eye contact again as he pushes his tongue into you.
you moan over and over again as he fucks you with his tongue.
"have you thought about this before?" he asks.
you don't answer.
"have you dreamed about getting off on my face? answer me, baby," he urges.
"y-yes, anakin," you moan.
"good, me too. i want to do so many things to you," he groans.
you feel your climax coming as he slips two fingers into you, pumping hard and fast.
"how about you cum all over my fingers, baby girl. how good do i make you feel? this is nothing, just wait til i fuck you."
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you moan and throw your head back as he quickens his pace.
"ani," you moan.
"come on baby, cum for me. scream my name so everyone can know who it is making you feel this good."
and you did.
your climax hit you like a truck as his name fell from your lips in a pathetic yelp.
he looked so proud of himself as he looked down, seeing you completely wrecked and he had only just started.
he sits down next to you, running his nimble fingers through your hair and letting you catch your breath.
once you've caught it you sit up and kiss anakin on the lips tenderly.
your hands wander his body and one of them finds his length through his boxers.
you palm him before slipping your hand beneath the waistband and pumping him.
"y/n," he groans.
he lays back and you straddle his legs, sliding his boxers down and continuing to pump his length.
you lean down and lick a strip up the underside of his cock, your eyes meeting his.
he looks so hot while you pleasure him, his brows furrowed and his lips pursed as he runs a hand gently down your thigh.
you lean down and take him completely in to your mouth, letting him fill it up and push down your throat.
he moans and bucks his hips in anticipation and you let him throat fuck you for a little bit before pulling away to continue licking and gently sucking on his cock, edging him.
he's growing increasingly frustrated and he groans.
"please, y/n. i've been like this all day, watching you on that mission was torture," he begs.
you smirk and slowly move your head down again, his hands pulling your hair as he writhes under you.
"good girl," he praises as you start to fuck him with your own throat.
"oh, baby, so so good for me. such a good little slut for me," he moans.
that turns you on more than anything and you start to go harder, wrapping your lips tighter around him as you fuck him with your mouth.
he moans again.
"i'm c-close."
you nod and watch as he throws his head back, shooting ribbons of cum all down your throat.
you swallow all of it and pull off of him when he's done.
"you're so good at that," he praises.
you blush.
suddenly he wraps his hand around your throat and squeezes, pushing you to lie back on the bed.
he lies on top of you, his hips on yours and he grinds down into you.
"please," you beg.
"please what?"
"please fuck me!" you beg.
"if you say so."
he leans down and fully removes his boxers, sliding them down his legs, and your legs wrap around his waist as he lines himself up with your entrance.
"are you sure?" he asks.
"positive."
he nods and pushes fully into you.
you gasp and your knees go weak.
he's even bigger than you thought.
he lets you adjust for a second before slamming into you at an ungodly pace, setting a nice rhythm.
"harder," you moan.
and he fucks you harder.
"you're such a good girl, taking my cock like this," he groans.
you throw your head back into the pillows and his hand finds your throat again, turning you on even more.
he fucks you harder and faster until the only word you know is his name.
your back is pressed firmly into the mattress as he lifts your hips up and pushes deeper inside of you.
he looks like a god while he's fucking you,
his tight abs clenched as he thrusts into you so deep your legs shake and your stomach drops.
you moan as he moves his fingers to your clit to rub relentlessly.
he then moves his hand to your breast to run his fingers around your nipple.
"ani, i'm almost there," you moan.
"me too, so be a good slut and come for me," he growls.
and you do.
as your reach your climax you clench your walls around him and he cums shortly after.
you stay like this for a few moments before he gently pulls out of you and walks out of the room.
he comes back with a damp towel and he cleans you up.
you prop yourself up on your elbows and watch him clean himself off too.
he slides his boxers on and lays down next to you, handing you your panties and bra.
you slip them on and slide under the sheets.
anakin follows suit and he pulls you close to him and holds you all night.
just before you fall asleep he admits that he's loved you since he met you.
and with that, you fall asleep knowing that you broke the jedi code and that it was more than worth it (well, in this moment).
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