𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

• taking the leap •

warning: smut (dom!anakin) + mentions of smoking
   
     

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"Fuck, Anakin, right there!" You moan, throwing your head back as he plows his dick in and out of your pussy. 

He lets out a guttural groan into your ear, the sound of his pleasure and the rickety cupboard you're sitting on being the only noises you can hear. The cupboard slams against the wall with every thrust, the corners of it denting the paint. "Want me to... fix this after?" He asks you between breaths, his hair matted to his forehead. 

You laugh to yourself, wondering what the fixing of a dilapidated cupboard after sex could mean symbolically. Then, you laugh again, this time at your over-analysis of something as simple as an offer to fix what wouldn't have broken if it wasn't for him. 

"We'll only break it again," You reply with a strained voice as he relentlessly fucks you. This is one of his favorite spots, and part of you thinks the sound of it banging into the wall only turns him on more.

The mirror right behind you is likely another thing that makes this his favorite spot. Though you usually roll your eyes whenever he spouts an arrogant comment, something about the fact that he derives pleasure from seeing himself drive his cock into you turns you on to no end. His conceit is unwelcomed in all moments except for these ones. You know he watches his face over your shoulder; his jaw clenched, his eyes dark, his skin aglow with sweat that stands as proof of how hard and good he's fucking you. He's full of himself, but when you're full of him too, you don't care.

"You're taking my dick so well, baby," Anakin moans, making you grin. Though he's in love with himself, he doesn't hold back from praising you. "Tell me how much you love it, baby." And there it is - he turns it right back onto himself.

"I love your cock, Anakin," You moan, no lie spewing from your mouth, as much as it pains you to admit. 

Not a single meeting with Anakin goes without him ending up balls deep inside you. It's how it's always been, and likely how it always will be, until one of you finally gets bored and looks for a new conquest. 

It started on a day just like any other. You had a simple life - as simple as life on Coruscant could be - and you enjoyed that. You'd handmake jewelry, sell a few pieces a day, buy yourself some food once you had made enough money and then go back home to your empty apartment. It was quiet, and you liked the quiet. Growing up with twelve siblings, all of them as wretched as each other, made you much more appreciative of solace and having your own space. 

You were sitting on the balcony one evening, letting the cool breeze relax you. There was some sort of commotion going on in the city's center, which is why you had packed up shop and returned home early. Your stall had been damaged by Jedi and battle droids far too many times for you to risk it happening again. 

Unfortunately, the commotion had reached your neighborhood, a few speeders racing by. You rolled your eyes. So much for peace and quiet. 

Just as you were about to get up and go back inside, you saw another speeder fly by. This one had a man hanging on the side of it, making you gasp. Your eyes met his and, in a split second, he had jumped off of the ship and landed feet-down on your balcony with a thump.

You stumbled backwards, your eyes widening. "Who the fuck are you?"

Looking you up and down, he smirked, immediately letting you know that he was trouble. "Evening, darling. Little cold for that silk number, isn't it?"

Instinctively, you wrapped your dressing gown tighter around yourself, your cheeks heating up. "Who. The fuck. Are you?"

"No need for the attitude, sweetheart," He mused, making your eyes roll. "If you really must know, I'm Anakin. Anakin Skywalker."