Good Vibrations

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [2.2K] 18+

“Shh, baby, s’alright,” Steve cooed, kissing sweetly at your cheek as he cradled your face in his hands. “Oh my girl, that feels good, huh? Yeah?”

You nodded, eyes squeezing closed at the intensity of it. You were lying on the boys bed, Steve’s shirt pulled up your ribs to show off your tits, toes curled and pressed into the mattress as you continued to push the vibrator inside of you. It was a sweetly cruel kind of torture, the boy standing at the edge of the mattress, a pair of sweats slung low on his hips as he hovered over you, watching with hooded eyes.

Every now and then, Steve bent at the knees, pressed upside down kisses to your heated skin, over your jaw and neck as his hands cupped and petted at you, licking into your parted lips as you whined high for him. He never took his eyes off of you, hands roaming over your chest to flick over your hard nipples, a palm flat and rough down your sternum and over the soft of your tummy. He’d nudge at your thighs, give you a little, sharp tap and tell you in a lovely, rough rasp:

“Keep ‘em spread for me, baby. That’s a good girl.”

The toy was purchased a few days before, on a trip that was meant for new underwear. Steve had stopped a whole shelf of them along the back wall, bright pink boxes hidden amongst silk and lace, and it really hadn’t taken a lot to convince you. The soft silicone was a light lilac colour, nowhere near as long or as thick as your boyfriend but it was still enough to make you feel full and the little ears that vibrated over your clit made your back arch real prettily.

Steve groaned when you squirmed, the length of the toy buried deep inside of you, slick and wet gathering on your bare thighs and you tried your best to fight against the boy’s hold, trying hard to squeeze your thighs together at the feel of the vibrations. Your eyes turned glassy as Steve reached between your legs, tutted condescendingly when he felt how soaked you were and he used two fingers in the shape of a ‘v’ to pull at your folds. You cried out at the new contact, the little ears buzzing against your skin.

“Steve!” You squealed, cheeks flushed, jaw slack as you threw your head back, your face buried in the boy’s side as he leaned over you. “Fu-uck, shit, it’s too much, please--”

“Oh, baby,” Steve tsked, voice all sweet, sticky and fond for you. “Baby, look at you, so fuckin’ pretty, huh? My pretty, pretty girl, doin’ so good for me.”

You whined, grabbed behind your head at Steve’s thighs, gripping the grey cotton of his sweats to try and ground yourself. You could see the hard outline of his cock above you, twitching and jumping underneath the material when you spread your legs wider for him. He took the opportunity to press down on the button at the base of the toy, the small motor kicking in more as the vibrations kicked up a notch.

“Fuck!”

Steve laughed, huffed out a breath and kissed his way back up your body, letting you feel his grin as he grazed his teeth over his favourite parts of you - your hips, the dip of your waist, the soft swell of your stomach, the underside of your breast.

“You gonna come?” Steve whispered, his nose pressed to your cheek as you panted out for him, nuzzling into your neck. “You’re close aren’t you, baby? I can tell, I know, I know, you wanna come so bad, don’t you?”

Your eyes turned glassy as he spoke, glazing over as his words took you to a whole other space. You felt dreamy, your body on fire, everywhere tingling as you pressed the toy deeper inside of you, hips canting as you tried to find the spot that only Steve’s cock could.

You groaned out, a little frustrated, blinking prettily as wet gathered on your lash line. You sniffed, gasped out at the twitch of the ears over your clit and when your eyes fluttered shut, tears slipped from your eyes and rolled down one cheek, gathering at the hair by your ear.

“Oh honey,” Steve cooed, “don’t cry, you’re okay, aren’t you?” Steve had seen this before, the way you got lost in your own pleasure, in the way he touched you, how overwhelmed you could get as you searched for your high, letting him touch you until your lip quivered and your cheeks turned wet. “My sweet thing, just so fuckin’ desperate, aren’t you? Greedy, little thing.”

“Steve, please,” you cried, sniffling as you rocked your hips against your own hand, pulling at the boy’s sweats until he bent down beside you, giving you the attention you wanted. “Want you.”

“Yeah?” Steve murmured softly, bringing one hand to brush against your face, cradling your jaw and tilting your head back over the edge of the bed so you were looking at him upside down. “You want me? Shit, babe, aren’t you just so cute?”

Normally, that’s all it took for Steve to stop teasing, to crawl onto the bed with you and groan something filthy as he slipped the toy out of you and replaced it with his own, much bigger cock. But he kissed you instead, moaning when you opened your mouth for him, tongues pushing over the other, messy and desperate until Steve took control and made you slow down.

He pulled back a little, pressed one peck, two pecks against your pouting lips and he smiled down at you.

“Want me to keep your mouth busy? Yeah? This pretty, little mouth?” Steve asked you, nose sliding along the bridge of your own. He nuzzled at you, looked down the line of your body to see you bring one knee up and plant your foot on the bed, legs falling apart to fuck the buzzing toy in and out of yourself. “Make you feel nice n’ full, yeah, baby?”

Steve slid two fingers over your lips, pulled at your bottom lip until it fell back into place with a soft ‘pop’. He smiled at you, cooed all pretty when you whined for him, blinking wetly as the vibrator nudged up inside you, catching the spot you’d been looking for.

“Open your mouth for me, sweetheart, there you go,” Steve hummed happily and your body buzzed with praise. “So good, such a good fuckin’ girl.”

You let your lips part, mouth open and you groaned around Steve’s fingers, eyes fluttering when they dragged heavily across the flat of your tongue and then the boy was standing again, pulling at his cottons with one hand as she stared down at you with pupils blown wide.

“Shit baby, fuck, you want somethin’ bigger?”

You nodded, whimpered softly when Steve took his fingers from your mouth and dragged his hard, heavy cock out of his sweatpants. He fisted himself, jaw slack as he stood over you, staring at the way you licked your lips at the sight of his dick, gaze dragging down to your cunt, watching how you started fucking yourself a little faster.

“Ah, ah,” he scolded gently, “slow down, baby.”

You swore, breath stuttering and catching in your chest ‘cause you were so close to coming and watching Steve fuck into his own hand was more than enough to send you toppling over the edge. Your body was on fire, thighs quivering, bottom lip wobbling, but you did as you were told, slowing down your movements.

“Stevie,” you gasped, squirming on his sheets, making them wrinkle under your bare body, “m’so close, please.”

Steve tugged at himself, lips parting, hair falling into his eyes and he groaned, hips canting and chasing his own touch ‘cause hearing you say that never got old. He took his time to look at you, all spread out on his own bed, head over the edge with your lips parted, mouth waiting to be fucked.

“I know, I know,” he soothed, his free hand cupping your chin, thumb rubbing softly over your throat. “You wanna come so bad, I know. But you’re gonna be a good girl for me, right, baby?” Steve pouted when you nodded, all sweet and mean for you, fingers and thumb squeezing softly at your cheeks, your neck. “Open up, pretty girl.”

You took his cock eagerly, his head slipping past your lips as you did as you were told, tongue swirling over the tip of him, making him swear above you. You reached up with one hand, trying to hold the base of him, thick and warm in your grip, but Steve tutted and pulled your hand away, making you whine.

“S’okay, baby, I’ve got you, yeah?” Steve encouraged your hand back to your cunt, fingers slipping messily over the wet slick there, spreading your folds with sticky fingers so the ears of the toy could flick back and forth over your clit easily. “Let me help you, that’s a good girl, Christ, yeah, just like that.”He held you face with one hand, cradling your cheek, thumb soothing over the hollow of it as you kept your mouth open for him, lips slick and glossy, eyes wide and wet as you stared up at him. The toy buzzed and Steve let out pretty little gasps and grunts, trying not to rock his hips too much, doing his best not to hurt you but he was close to being wrecked as he watched his cock slide in and out of your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, can feel your throat,” he babbled, “you look so good baby, so pretty with my cock in your mouth, fucking yourself nice and slow for me, yeah?”

Your hand quickened, unable to help yourself as Steve talked dirty above you, hands petting sweetly at your face, your hair, your tits as he said the prettiest, dirtiest things to you. The toy buzzed louder when you pushed it deeper, hips flying up off the bed as you pushed it in and up, the silicone flicking over your clit harder than before. You moaned out, eyes glassy, throat tightening around Steve’s cock as it slipped a little too far, more than you could handle.

You gagged and spluttered a little, whining when Steve pulled back, groaning and cooing down at you, his thumb swiping over the corner of your mouth to clean up your mess.

“Oh fuck, shitshitshit,” the boy choked out, fisting his cock over your face, looking positively wrecked for you. “Easy, sweetheart, don’t want you hurtin’ yourself, huh? Here baby, just take the tip, yeah? S’just too much for you, isn’t it? I know, I know.”

Your body seized up, the hook in you tummy tightening and pulling hot as he spoke, feeding his cock back to you as he held it in his big hand, letting you lick and suck at the tip as you fucked the toy into yourself faster and harder. You were crying, whining, overwhelmed and feeling so fucking good you couldn’t stand it.

“That’s a girl,” Steve grunted, softly swiping away the tears that were gathering under your lashes. “So fucking good for me, yeah, just take the tip for me, baby, so good.”

You kept sucking, lips pouted and wet around Steve’s cock, tongue lazing across the head as you whined, lashes fluttering as your eyes fell shut. It was easy to come like this, you realised all too quickly, your cunt fluttering around the vibrating toy, the tip of it nudging up against somewhere sweet inside of you, your clit tingling with all the attention. And the thickness of Steve was something completely tantalising, the thickness of his cock heavy and grounding on your tongue. He was still touching you, the hand that wasn’t wrapped around himself sweeping over different parts of you as he moaned out praises and dirty compliments.

He knew you were coming before you did, watching the way your body tensed up, how you were too busy licking over the hard length of his cock to realise what was about to hit you. And then you were slipping into the pleasure, letting him fall from your mouth as your head fell back and a filthy, pretty whine fell from your lips.

Your thighs snapped together, your hand and the toy trapped between as you rocked into the vibrations, riding out your orgasm with eyes shut, cheeks flushed and toes curled. You moaned out the boy's name, over and over and over until he was groaning above you, head thrown back and jaw slack as he asked you if you could come on you.

You’d barely gasped out a ‘yes’ before he was painting your stomach, his hand a blur as he fucked himself into his fist, his cock wet and slick from your mouth and Steve was groaning something sinful as he came, eyes a dark caramel as he watched himself coat your tits.

“Christ,” Steve gasped out, flopping down beside you, making the bed bounce and you roll into his side. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Tape From Hell

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Ask: @hargrove-stan: Can I request an imagine where the reader and Billy are dating and instead of billy getting possessed by the mind flayer it’s the reader? And billy is the one trying to free the reader from the mind flayer’s possession in star court mall? Reader doesn’t die!

Warnings: NSFW! swearing (like a lot), t o x i c relationship, SMUT, oral (f receiving), p in v, choking, dirty talk, a hint of degradation, billy being bat shit? Idk if it’s a part of his personality comes with the package, crying, angst, sad shit, violence! (not from Billy for a change), it’s dark I ain’t gonna lie

Word-Count: 14k (I know she’s a long one but it’s worth it)

There were a few things about Billy that had you seething with anger for a big part of your relationship. For one, Billy Hargrove was one big asshole. He could be oh so selfish and self-obsessed and sneaky as hell. Something about his way just played into one’s annoyance just right. Perhaps it was a talent, really, for him to be able to change someone’s mood from happy to sour with only a few words and calculated looks. Just like he had done to you only half an hour prior, leaving you to sit in your car, anger brooding in the back of your mind.

You had been on your way home, punching your steering wheel furiously, as you cussed him out, the mixtape he had made for you playing loudly in the background when you almost hit a tree. Deciding it was better to stop for a few moments and calm yourself, you now sat at the side of the road, head thrown back against the seat, eyes closed as you forced yourself to stand over it.

Everything had been just fine; you knew his temper and his habits of flirting. You knew and it was fine. But when you came to the Hawkins Community Pool, where you had planned to surprise him with some food and a new bikini, which you knew he would drool over, only find him grinning down at Karen Wheeler, while biting his lip and moving his hand to gallantly pull at the strap of her swimsuit – which was quite unsuitable for a woman her age, by the way. He had seen you then, after giving a wink to one of her lady friends. And he knew what he had done too, for the sly smile had frozen on his lips and his limbs seemed to stiffen dramatically. You had turned around then, walking back to your car with the two milkshakes and bag of food in hand. He had run after you, too, and you thought had he not done so, you would have been less angry now. It was nothing, he had said. They just like to look, no need to overreact. That one had gotten you and God you had reacted, for he had pulled such shit, too, back when you were both still in high school.

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Only Mine - Anakin Skywalker x Reader (smut)

Warnings: Smut, slight sexual harassment but not from Anakin, oral (reader recieves), piv sex, finger fucking, unprotected sex

Words: 2.8k

Summary: Y/n is sent on a mission to seduce one of General Grievous workers, which gets Anakin completely and undeniably jealous.

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Y/n knew from the start that this mission would be dangerous in many ways. First of all, she was asked to go undercover to seduce one of the captains under General Grievous’ rule in order to capture him.

Under any normal circumstance, this would be fine. Sure, it would be nerve wracking - the man was infamously known for taking any chance he got with a woman, going farther than a true gentleman would. Not only that, but Y/n was married. In secret, of course, so nobody could’ve guessed she wasn’t the right woman for the job.

But she wasn’t just secretly married to any random man - she was secretly married to the Chosen One, Anakin Skywalker, who was always quick to tell someone when he didn’t agree with their judgement.

Of course, even before Y/n tried, Anakin was the first one to try and convince Windu that this was a bad idea. But no matter how desperate his pleads were, Y/n was still required to go through with the mission.

Hours before, Y/n stood in one of the bathrooms on the ship, dressing in a particularly showy outfit that she certainly felt self conscious in. If it was for Anakin, that would be a different story. But she had to look sexual specifically to seduce Zentah, no matter how uncomfortable it made her.

“You look beautiful, Y/n,” Anakin spoke softly, sneaking into the bathroom. Y/n let out a small squeal and turned around, clutching her necklace and sighing. “Ani, you scared me!”

“I’m sorry, my love,” he frowned. “I had to find a way to see you in secret before the mission. Are you... feeling okay?” He tried to keep his eyes firmly fixed on her face, but they couldn’t help but wander down her exposed body as a faint smirk toyed with his lips.

“My eyes are up here, Skywalker,” she smirked, pecking his lips very faintly to tease him.

“Come here,” he let out a low growl, gripping her hips to pull her close to his chest. She giggled softly and pressed her hands on his chest, pushing herself back, “Ah ah. Hands off.”

“You just look so irresistible,” he spoke lowly, pulling her back and mumbling in her ear in faint tones, “too bad I can’t take you right here.”

She closed her eyes and fought back a soft whimper at his words, mustering all her self control to keep her emotions in check and focus on the task at hand. No matter how alluring her husband was being, she couldn’t risk getting caught doing - never mind.

She shook her head softly and pecked his lips gently, cupping his cheek with her hand, “As much as I want you too, I have a job to do, sweetheart.”

Anakin tried to play off his disappointment with a single nod, but she recognized the pouty lips instantly and hit his arm playfully, “Don’t even try and use your pouty face on me!”

Anakin laughed and kissed her forehead softly, “Worth a shot. Just please, PLEASE don’t do anything too sexual with him. The fact I have to be on the same ship while you work your magic already frustrates me,” he grumbled, his cheeks reddening softly from embarrassment over his jealousy.

“Anakin, you are my husband and only you are. Anything I do today is for the good of the Republic, and for the war to be won in our favor. If we can sack him, that’s one less goon of Grievous’ to worry about,” Y/n assured him, running her hands up his biceps slowly. Though hidden under his general attire, she still felt them tense under her touch.

“Good.” Anakin leaned down and captured her lips in a tender and soft, yet meaningful kiss. “I’ll see you when we finally catch the bastard.”

~*~ time skip ~*~

Y/n was completely uncomfortable with how far they were getting. She knew she was walking on thin ice with him - and that was made perfectly clear when he brought her to his bedroom. This was the plan of course - that was where Anakin’s brigade would capture him. But she hadn’t expected this.

“You were just so beautiful, I couldn’t resist,” Zentah spoke lowly, walking towards her as Y/n instinctively backed up slowly. “We shouldn’t jump into anything too quickly,” Y/n replied softly, trying to play off her nervousness with a smile.

“But where’s the fun in that, little girl?” he stroked her cheek and she closed her eyes, leaning away from his touch as his other hand trailed up her body and squeezed her ass.

 “Please get here soon, Anakin,” she thought to herself, afraid she bit off more than she could chew here. How could she get out of this if Anakin’s squadron was late?

“I-I don’t think-“

“Now, now. As much as I love that sexy voice, let me do all the talking...” he began to kiss her cheek, and trail it down her jawline slowly. Y/n let out a soft whimper, a gentle plea for him to stop but he didn’t.

Instead, he gripped her hips and began to lay her down on the bed, his lips getting dangerously close to hers. She tilted her head away and tried pushing him off, but his grip was too strong on her body.

“S-stop-“

“Let me help you with this,” he smirked, trailing his hands to unzip the back of her dress.

“N-no-!” Y/n gasped, trying to grab at his arms to get him to stop. But he already worked her upper half out of the dress. The deep valley of her breasts were showing, threatening to spill out from the tightness of her push-up bra. To say that Padme went a little too far with her outfit was to say the least.

“I don’t want this! Not yet, Zentah,” she corrected herself, her voice quavering from nerves.

It wasn’t like she’s never had sex before - she had been with Anakin many, many times. But this was a total stranger who she secretly loathed... the circumstances were completely different.

She kept eyeing the door, hoping and praying that her savior would walk through any second and save her from the embarrassment and shame.

“I don’t care, doll,” he stroked her jawline lowly and started to kiss down her neck, moving dangerously close to her breasts, “you’re mine now.”

Her breathing picked up and she tried to squirm away - right as his door opened and in came a brigade of Clones, lead by non-other than her husband, Anakin.

She turned and faced him and her heart leapt in her chest at the sight of him coming to save her.

Zentah jumped off of her and raised his hands up as a few of the clones surrounded him.

“Zentah Brithe, you are under arrest and being brought in for investigation for working with the enemy,” General Skywalker flicked his lightsaber on to taunt him, the brilliant blue reflecting in Zentah’s scared eyes as he was handcuffed. “You are no friend to the Republic anymore, you coward.”

“And as for you,” Anakin mumbled lowly, turning to the bed to look at his wife nearly half naked. Y/n averted her gaze once she realized how dark it had become, how angry and hurt he looked.

She had a bad feeling about this - this wasn’t going to end well.

~*~

Anakin speed walked them to his room, and making sure no one was around, pulled her into his room. He slammed the door shut with the Force which frightened Y/n, jumping slightly.

“What the hell?” he suddenly snapped, turning on his heel to face her.

Y/n gulped, “Why are you angry Anakin?”

“Why do you think!” he shouted, gripping his fingers into a tight fist, “You told me you wouldn’t do anything!”

“And I didn’t!” Y/n replied, stunned he was even angry over this, “he came onto me! He tried to kiss me, not the other way around!”

“That’s not what it looked like to me,” he grumbled, crossing his arms. “You were half naked, looking up at him like you were about to kiss him.”

“Anakin, he was going to rape me!” she shouted, hurt that he didn’t trust her, “he started kissing ME when I told him I didn’t want this. He undressed ME and I tried to grab his hands to stop, and he didn’t let me. He-“

Y/n was cut off by a deep, hurried kiss from Anakin. Her eyes fluttered close as he caressed her cheeks with his large hands, making the kiss more heated the longer it went on.

“Anakin-“ Y/n spoke out of breath, before being cut off by a short, hurried kiss, “Don’t talk,” Anakin spoke lowly, trailing his hands down her cheek to her arms, “Let me do this.”

Though she was still on edge from Zentah, she relaxed from his kisses and gripped his biceps to keep her upright.

He held her close to him and tapped her hipbone twice gently, their own little sign to signal her to jump so he didn’t have to stop kissing her. She obliged snd jumped up, and he quickly grabbed her ass to keep her upright.

Swiftly, he moved them to his bed, pressing her down onto it softly as laid on top of her.

He trailed his kisses down from her lips to her jawline, and then her sweet spot.

She let out a soft moan in response, trailing her hands up his back slowly.

He smirked at the noise and trailed his kisses down her body slowly, starting to strip off her usual Jedi clothes slowly.

She blushes softly and watches him, moving her hands up to slide off his cloak.

Once he had pulled her robes down, he smiled softly and pressed soft kisses to her chest, trailing his hands very softly down her body.

 She shivered from his touch, biting her lip as he moves his hands behind her back, unhooking her bra.

He slid it off and, because of what happened earlier that day, she moved her arms to cover her breasts, blushing lightly and turning away.

He frowned, kissing her lips softly to make her look at him. “You’re beautiful,” he mumbled against her lips, moving his hand down her body again. He pressed his lips onto the valley of her breasts, making her ache for his touch. “Anakin,” she mumbled softly, her eyes closed, reveling in the feeling of his soft lips against her skin.

She had to bite down on her lip to suppress a moan when he moved his mouth down to take her right nipple into his mouth. She gasped softly and tried to grab at his back as he sucked gently on it. He moved to her other nipple and sucked it and licked it, moving his other finger to stroke her other one.

She closed her eyes and moans very softly, knowing she can’t be loud in case someone heard them.

Quickly, he moved down to her underwear and toyed with it for a moment, causing her to squirm to try and get him to take it off quicker.

He chuckled and slid it off slowly, moving down her body slowly as he kissed from her belly down to her thighs. She shivered in anticipation and watched him with big, lusty eyes as he slowly moved his lips to her aching core.

He finally moved her thighs apart a little more and moved his head down and pressed a soft kiss to her core, causing her to gasp and throw her head back in response.

“A-Ani,” she stammered, taken by surprise with his actions in the best way. Anakin smirked and moved her thighs apart further, kissing up and down her folds slowly.

Her eyes rolled back and she whimpered, unintentionally bucking her hips closer to his mouth. He chuckled and pulled her even closer to him, pumping his tongue into her slowly as her hand flew to her mouth to keep herself quiet.

She whimpered in pleasure as his thumb moved up to her clit, stroking it slowly as her breathing picked up more and more, making it increasingly difficult to keep quiet.

His tongue was working magic to her, doing things to her that she didn’t know were possible. She moved her hand up his back and tugged roughly on his long curls, causing him to let out a groan into her which sent more shivers up her spine.

“O-oh god... A-Anakin-!” she gasped, slowly starting to feel her high build. He smirked and moved his head to suck and lick on her clit, as he pressed his fingers into her slowly, teasingly.

“That feel good, sweetheart?” he spoke lowly and breathily, too focused on pleasuring her to move his lips away, sending more vibrations through her. She nodded and whimpered more, tugging on his hair again, “y-yes...! please, don’t stop...”

“Never, darling,” he mumbled into her, sucking more and pumping his fingers faster, curling his fingers deep inside her.

She squealed and covered her mouth, moaning louder as she fell to the edge, “A-Anakin-!” she squealed, “I’m s-so close...” she stammered, her breathing growing erratic.

He smirked and licked and sucked on her clit more and more, pumping her faster, “Let go, darling... let go...”

Almost instantly her eyes rolled back and her body jolted, finally finding her release and she moaned loudly into her hand, squirming around in pleasure, “Anakin!” she moaned into her hand, her breathing out of control.

Anakin helped her ride it through, removing his fingers slowly and kissing up her body again.

As she recovered from her high, she looked up at him through half lidded eyes, still yearning for more, and she could tell he was desperate for a release, too.

“I need you, sweetheart,” Anakin played with her hair gently, kissing her deeply as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her closer.

She felt his length press firmly against her core and she whimpered again, throwing her head back, “I need you too, please...” she gasped, feeling him press more against her.

He sat up straight and positioned himself, rubbing her hipbone softly to calm her down, “You ready?”

She nodded, pushing her hips up cause she was so desperate for friction. He chuckled and pressed her hips down, smirking, “So desperate...” he slowly pressed himself in, letting out a low growl of relief.

“So wet for me...” he mumbled, resting his head in her neck as he kissed it gently, beginning to thrust in and out slowly.

She whimpered and her eyes rolled back gently from his hips, holding onto his back tightly, “F-fuck, Ani... you feel so good,” she moaned.

“You feel better...” his hands roamed her body as he sped up his hips, thrusting into her at a quick pace, going deep into her, stretching her out.

She felt him everywhere, which sent her mind into a dizzy haze. Her senses were on high alert - her entire body burning with desire and pleasure, trying to get closer to him.

He moved his head to kiss her heatedly, cupping her cheeks with both hands as he thrust deeper, causing her to moan into his mouth. He growled in response and went faster, he absolutely loved the power he had over her.

“J-Just like that,” she moaned softly, blushing deeply as she trailed her eyes across his body. From his gorgeous face to his large biceps and toned chest, she was completely in awe at over how lucky she got.

“That feel good, baby? Hmm?” he smirked against her lips, taking her bottom lip between his teeth. She whimpered into his mouth and nodded slowly, burning with euphoria.

Soon, they both had reached their climaxes and came down at the same time, both of them panting heavily with Anakin directly on top of her.

He breathed lowly and kissed her hurriedly, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling them to their side, laying down.

“You’re mine, Y/n. My beautiful angel...” he mumbled into her hair, kissing it softly and hugging her tightly.

“I’m all yours...” she mumbled sleepily, resting her head on his chest as she looked up at his gorgeous blue eyes, full of lust and love. “I love you, Anakin.”

“I love you more, my Y/n,” he kissed her again, before holding her until they both fell asleep.