Summary: Anakin loves his girl beyond what a Jedi's love should reach. She doesn't love herself though. Sounds like it's time to show her how much he really does love her.

Warnings: porn without plot, established relationship, oral (f!recieving), mmm hand kink, insecure reader

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He drank in your features, the blinds shedding the sunset onto your face. Your eyebrows relaxed as light beads of sweat clung to them, hair disheveled, laying against the navy blue blankets in messy swirls. A strip of light cast across your eyes, highlighting thick eyelashes and the deep color of your eyes, crystalizing right in front of him. Your nose, shading the left side of your face as the contour of it was revealed by the breaching of orange light. Your lips, glistening with saliva after he had kissed you endlessly moments before. Your face looked much younger now in the moment, glowing like a lantern through the night.

And your body, your skin glistening as his eyes scanned over you. You were perfect, a model in his eyes, sculpted to perfection. Light shed over your collarbone, highlighting the dip in your skin as you inhaled, then exhaled. Your boobs, the trim of the blinds just missing your nipples, hardened and perky. He touched you, making sure you were real again. His eyes scanned over your stomach, trailing his fingertips over the skin. He saw your skin in an orange hue, half of your belly button and the one side of your waist. Another, highlighting your pelvis, where your thighs barely began.

Then your mound, the slit of it hardly visible as your spread thigh took all the glory in the light. His hand squeeze the inner skin. The blinds stopped highlighting any more of your body as the lines of light ceased. His hands carried back up to your breasts, squeezing them in his hands softly.

"Ani," you breathed as he kneaded them like a lothcat. You had felt embarrassed at the moment - not that he was touching you, but that you were so exposed after feeling so insecure.

He leaned down, lips touching the skin between your boobs. You watched him with wonder. Pulling back, he did it again, laying a trail of kisses on the valley before pulling back and looking at you.

"You're so perfect, Y/n, your face, your body, your boobs, your ass, your everything. There is no one in this galaxy that could compete with you and your beauty. Inside and out."

You blushed at his words. Even as you were both fully naked, clothes discarded to the sides of the beds, you felt so flustered at his words. You'd been under him multiple times, some of them so shameless you didn't even believe any of it was real, but it all was, and it all was by the same man that you still seemed to crush over while dating.

You arched your back into him as his rough palms caused friction at your nipples as he squeezed them. Anakin leaned down for his lips to meet yours in something that had stopped being desperate long before this night began. Nothing was desperate tonight, you felt comfortable with slow. Nothing was teasing, nothing was quick, and it all amounted to everything. You needed this, your heart aching to be under him and be loved, for yourself, for your body, for your heart. And Anakin would always do that, cause he always did love you for everything you offered. Your flaws became only pebbles compared to the stones of what they once were because he loved you whether you fixed them or not. All he wanted was for you to be comfortable being you.

You breathed softly against his mouth when he pulled away to take in air before melding his lips to your once again. His hair tickled your face, forehead glossed over with sweat. And pulling away, his eyes opened and they glowed. Blue orbs in the darkening room, so beautiful and full of love.

Anakin let his hands slip down to hold your waist, keeping eye contact with you, "Every day you continue to breathe, I will love you with all of my heart. Y/n, you are something special. Your body deserves to be worshipped. Nobody's perfect, but if anybody could defy that saying, it would be you, my love."

His hands trailed slowly down to your hips, reaching under to squeeze the flesh of your ass. It certainly was hot, but it didn't feel rough, it felt like love. His thumbs dug into the plush sides of you, kissing up your nose and onto your forehead before trailing his soft lips back down and kissing you sweetly on your lips. A spark emitted when you two connected, igniting a string of fireworks inside of your belly.

Running his hands over your hipbone and letting his right hand cup your mound, he ran his middle finger through your folds. He collected slick onto it, pulling from you and putting it to his mouth, licking up your juices.

Anakin let his body snake down the bed till his face was level with your crotch. His arms grappled around your legs, keeping you locked to him. His arms were hard, muscles leading up to his shoulders, showing you just how toned he was as he held onto you. His hands dug into the meat of your thighs, flesh hand sporting veins that made you wanna squirm.

He flattened his tongue again against your slit before licking from your hole up. You were wet, you had to admit it, the way he was looking at your like you were fucking dessert made you feel hot all over. You let out a quiet moan when he flicked his tongue like a snake, hitting the wet muscle on your clit in the process.

"Sweetest thing in this universe, could eat you all night," he groaned, moving up so he could sit and get comfortable, "Think I might."

With your lower back raised off the bed, you felt like you looked stupid but Anakin obviously didn't agree with that as he devoured you. His lips attacked you folds with a hunger of a thousand womp rats. His fingers held your hips tight, like if he let loose any you'd fall off the edge of Coruscant.

"Ani, fuck, feels really good," you purred, hands scrambling to hold his wrists. The way his hair fell in his face, strands sticking to his forehead with sweat, made you breathless. His blue eyes were shielded by closed eyelids that sported gorgeous thick eyelashes. He was a sight, the image of pure sex appeal.

Your praise only spurred him on with his motions, practically making out with your folds. You let out a particularly loud moan when his lips wrapped around your pearl, sucking softly. His eyes opened, half lidded and dark irises. He looked absolutely pussy-drunk, sipping you like his favorite drink.

He licked at you in an excruciatingly painful speed, making you whine and buck your hips up at him. He only chuckled, "So needy, angel. You want more?"

"Yes, yes Ani please. Please Anakin, I need more."

He pressed a kiss to the top of your slit, "Louder, c'mon pretty thing, I know you can be loud for me."

"Please!" you moaned, holding a tight grip around his wrists.

He glared at you, "Please what? You're only making this harder for yourself."

You were close to tears at this point, feeling his breath fan over your wetness every time he spoke to you or teased you. Anakin's ways of teasing were horrible and you hated them. But it made him so happy, you couldn't just refuse to obey.

"Please Anakin!"

He smirked, looking like he was high off of death sticks for how groggy his eyes were, mouth finding you again and eating you out like you were a juicy jogan fruit on Tatooine.

The moan you let out was strangled, something between a sigh of relief and pure bliss. You'd forgot the embarrassing position, forgot the insecurities, forgot that you were even home. Every feeling that surround you was surreal. All you could remember was the fact that Anakin was between your legs, prettier than you'd ever seen him and he was intoxicated from your juices.

Your thoughts came and went like a breeze, trying to think straight but giving up the second you felt the overwhelming sensation of him.

You were close, almost at your brink of release. But, Anakin had a new trick up his sleeve that he so badly wanted to try out. And it was mind-breaking. Breaching your opening with the tips of his middle and index finger, he opened up room in your clenching walls and stuck his fucking tongue in you.

You damn-near screamed, clamping a hand over your own mouth as you came on his lips and tongue. He licked you through it, tongue no longer able to dip in with how tight he'd wound you.

The moment you relaxed, you heard his laughter which set your face ablaze. He set you down, crawling over you with the goofiest smile you'd ever seen. He licked around his lips, wiping off his chin with the back of his flesh hand.

"I wanna try that again. You should've seen how hot you looked. Those pretty little eyes rolling into the back of your head," Anakin got really close up with you, thighs resting around his hips while he leaned towards your face, "I think I'll die if I don't fuck that pretty pussy, would you care to save a man's life angel?"

"An-Anything for you Ani."

He wasted no time with showing you how much his hard on also loved you.

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