𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

• sensation •

"I just don't understand how they were able to get away again," Anakin grumbled, his hands balled into fists as he paced the floor. "Stupid fucking droids..."

"Don't dwell on today's events, Sir," You said with furrowed eyebrows from the doorway, holding your helmet in your hand. "You should get some rest, and we'll try again tomorrow."

He fell back into his seat, stroking his chin while his eyes fixated onto the ground. "You're right, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Sir," You called out before turning around to leave.

"Wait."

You stopped in your tracks and turned back around, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, Sir?"

"Tell the other Troopers I apologise for being so hard on you guys today," Anakin said with a sigh, his features softening as he met your gaze. "It was a stressful situation for everyone, and I took out my anger on you. I shouldn't have done that."

"We all completely understand," You insisted, taking a step closer to him. "You're under a tremendous amount of pressure with this mission. We don't take it to heart, you know that."

"Thank you," He said, nodding slowly. He rubbed his temples before lowering his temples. "How could those damn droids get the best of me?"

You were just about to leave again, but you couldn't bare to leave him alone when he was so stressed out. "Sir?" You walked further into the room, and placed your helmet on the small table. "Perhaps you should try to relax, so that you can get a good sleep and wake up refreshed and prepared for victory."

"Relax?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "And how do you suggest I do that, Y/N?

You trailed over until you were standing in front of him. He looked up at you, his eyes knitted together in confusion.

"I could help you relax, Sir," You offered brightly, smiling at him. "If you'd accept my help."

Anakin watched as you sat on the armrest of his chair, and he looked utterly lost. "How?"

"It's simple, really," You explained, before placing your hand on his shoulder. "Close your eyes, and imagine you're sitting on a beach."

"I hate sand," He muttered, making you roll your eyes. "It's rough, and coarse, and-"

"Okay, so imagine you're sitting atop a rocky cliff. The beach is at the bottom, but there's not a single grain of sand near you."

"Mmm, I feel better already," Anakin sighed with content, a whisper of a smile on his lips.

"And you're sitting on a soft, comfortable mound," You continued softly, your hand trailing from his shoulder down his tense arm. "There's a gentle breeze blowing through your hair, the sounds of waves hitting the rocks down below."

Your hand moved further down, until it reached his crotch. His breath hitched in his throat and he opened his eyes, but you quickly leaned forward.

"Keep your eyes shut, Sir," You commanded, and he obeyed.

"What- what are you doing?" He stuttered as you rubbed his hardening dick through his pants.

"Just relax," You murmured, ignoring his question. "Free your mind. Focus on the nothingness."

The lines on his forehead gradually disappeared as his face slowly dropped, his head pushing back to lean against the back of his chair. Once you were sure he wouldn't stop you again, you slipped your hand under the waistband of his trousers. His breaths quickened, and you watched his pretty lips part when you took hold of his cock. He said nothing, but let out a slight whimper when you began rubbing it up and down.

You leaned forward and spat down onto it, making him gulp as the moisture enveloped his full length.

"Nothing matters right now, Sir," You uttered gingerly, bliss flooding his features. "Let yourself float on the feeling."

His dick continued to grow and harden until it was standing tall, twitching a couple of times as some pre-cum escaped. You slid your hand up and down his shaft, using your thumb to massage the tip. Anakin's hips bucked upwards slightly, letting out a gentle groan before biting down on his lip.

"It's okay, Sir," You reassured him, your voice sultry and smooth. "I want to hear you."

He let out a shaky breath before his eyes fluttered open, filled with delight as he watched you please him. You knew he had never experienced anything like this before, being a Jedi Knight, which only made you feel honoured to be the first to make him feel that way.

"I don't understand," He gasped, his hand squeezing your thigh. "This- this sensation...?"

"It feels good, right?" You laughed at his dazed state, as he stared down at your hand jerking his cock in awe.

He nodded quickly before throwing his head back again and groaning loudly. "This is amazing."

"Just keep breathing, and focus on me," You ordered, shooting him a wink when his eyes met yours. "I'm here to serve you, Sir. To make you feel better."

"I- I do feel better," He said between moans.

"Good," You said with a smile, tilting your head as you sped up your movements. "I'm glad to hear that, Sir."

Anakin's eyes rolled back as he sucked in a breath, before he frowned. "I feel something- something's building up."

"Yeah?" You asked, rubbing harder. "How does it feel?"

He groaned, "Something- something is happening."

"Do you want to release?" You asked before biting your lip. "Do you feel some pent up frustration?"

"Yes," Anakin answered, nodding quickly. "Yes."

"Mm, then let it go, Sir," You whispered, rotating your hand around his throbbing cock. "Don't hold back."

His hips lifted off the seat as he slightly thrusted into your hand, a string of moans and whimpers leaving his mouth. You cupped his face with your free hand, making him look up at you. His eyes were full of the very innocence that you were stealing from him with each passing moment, as he gazed at you in wonder.

His eyebrows pulled together in a frown just as he let out a loud moan, and you smirked as spouts of cum escaped his dick. "Oh, fuck," He groaned, his hand gripping yours tightly while your other palm continued rubbing him through his orgasm.

Anakin's breathing was choppy as he came down from his high, his chest rising and falling as his head fell back over the top of the chair. He let out a few more groans while catching his breath, and you remained seated while you watched him with curiosity.

After some pleasant moments of silence, his head tilted forward and his hooded eyes landed on yours. "I think i love you."

You snorted and patted his shoulder, standing up. "Goodnight, Sir."