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Devil In Disguise

Summary: When you first fell in love with Anakin, you believed he was inexperienced with romance and lust. Boy were you wrong

Warnings: fluff, smut, piv, oral(f receiving), fingering, squirting, protected sex, MDNI, 18+

A/n: Based on my concept. I've had this in my drafts for so long and was finally able to finish it. Also this nerd!Ani being into aerospace engineering, video games, and comics came from the beautiful mind of @fuckmyskywalker 😘

You met Anakin at a local bar. You were wearing a nice dress with your hair and makeup done, ready for a date who ultimately stood you up.

After standing outside the restaurant for 20 minutes, you ended up walking to the bar across the street. This is getting ridiculous. Not even a text or phone call? Fuck that guy!

You were sick of dating apps. Going on dates with men who only cared about getting laid or bragging about themselves. Getting all dolled up to just to be stood up looking like an idiot.

You were in the middle of deleting all of your dating apps when you heard a man speak. "I'll have a sex on the beach, actually a martini, y'know what? I'll just take a shirley temple."

"Not feeling alcohol today?" You ask him. He looks to you and his eyes widen, as if he was shocked you were talking to him.

"Never really liked alcohol. Well- just wine but they don't have the one I like," he stuttered as he struggled to look at you. Damn you were gorgeous.

"So why come to a bar?" You frown in confusion.

"I'm here with my coworkers. One of them got a promotion and wanted to celebrate." He gave a tight lip smile and short nod to the bartender who gave him his drink.

"Actually I'll have one too," you tell the bartender, "what do you do for work?" You turn back to the man, moving a few seats closer to him.

He was having a difficult time keeping his cool. A beautiful woman was here talking to him. Interested in what he was saying about his job as an aerospace engineer.

You had no idea what that was before you met him. The way he explained it made it really easy to follow along and it was quite fascinating. Although, you got distracted a few times just staring at him.

You admired how his face lit up talking about his work and how passionate he was about it. Most of the guys you had gone on dates with talked about money and looks but he was different.

He was shy and adorable and very very smart. He wasn't full of himself, if anything he was humble. Granted, this wasn't a date but you definitively started to feel infatuated with him.

"I should get going," you look at the time and see that it's 2 am already, "I have work later today." You see the disappointment on his face and you wanted so desperately to stay with him. But you couldn't.

"Here. What's your number?" You pull out your phone. He smiles and tells you his number. "What's your name? I didn't even realize we never introduced ourselves." You had gotten so caught up in the conversation that it slipped your mind to even ask his name.

"Anakin, Anakin Skywalker."

"I'm Y/n, Y/n L/n." You hold out your hand and he shakes it. His heart raced when he felt your skin against his. He wanted to hold your hand all the time. Feel your soft lips on his. Then his mind started drifting to some rather inappropriate thoughts. Like what your whole body would feel like under his... or maybe on top. He's only been with one woman, way back in college, so he doesn't have much experience with that sort of thing. But fuck, he wanted to do everything and anything with you.

He shakes those dirty thoughts away and gives you his phone so you could type in your number. "It was nice meeting you Anakin," you smile as you walk backwards. You couldn't seem to take your eyes off of him just yet.

"It was nice meeting you too," he smiles and looks back at his phone once you walked out the door. He stares at your name and number.

Y/n

-

After texting each other for a few weeks, Anakin finally found the courage to ask you out officially. Of course, you said yes. You were falling hard for him already and you've only talked to him in person once.

He took you to a really fancy restaurant and invited you to his place afterwards. His home was absolutely stunning. You wandered around his living room while he grabbed a bottle of wine for you two to share.

There were cabinets of video games, a lot of video games. You also spotted a bookshelf with comic books, DC mostly. You recognized some of the characters but never really got into knowing the lore behind them.

When he walked in, he noticed you looking at his comic books. "I like to collect those, it's a hobby of mine," he said while setting down the wine and glasses on the coffee table.

"Can you tell me about them?" You were still staring at the bookshelf when you asked. You turned to look at him when he didn't respond.

He was hallucinating, he had to be. There's no way in hell that a gorgeous woman like you would be interested in this stuff. His past few attempted dates were always bored to death when he tried talking about them so he stopped mentioning it.

When he first met you, he thought you were just being nice when you asked about his work. But now, asking about his comic collecting hobby, he might have just died and gone to heaven. He fully believed he met the one for him.

Meanwhile, you still stood there fidgeting with your hands. You were worried you had done something wrong. "Anakin? Are you okay?"

He was finally brought back to the real world. "S-Seriously? You'd actually be interested? Because I can literally go on about that for hours." The look on his face told you that he was completely serious.

Your face relaxed into a soft smile, "of course! I've always been a little curious about these comics. So go right on ahead." And he did just that. You sat down and sipped on your wine while you listened to him ramble for hours about the comics on his bookshelf. He told you about the lore and the special abilities each character had. He even answered some of your questions.

You noticed how alive he seemed to be. The smile never left your face as you admired the man in front of you. You never thought you'd be interested in nerds. You always thought that you'd be interested in the big strong guys with lots of money. Being here with Anakin made you realize that those guys were never your type. You just made yourself believe they were because that's what you were told growing up.

'Be with a rich strong man to protect and provide for you.' They never made you happy like Anakin is doing right now. He's passionate about something other than looks and money. Although, the looks are definitely a bonus.

He was also such a gentleman. Always opening the door for you, he made sure to be very attentive and listen to every story you told him. He made you feel like a person, not just eye candy.

In the middle of his ramble about Superman and how he looks up to him, you kissed him. The feeling was so unbearable that you just had to do it. He froze when your lips touched his and you panicked that maybe he didn't want it. When you began to pull away, he wrapped one of his hands into your hair and kissed you deeper. His other hand wrapped around the middle of your back and brought you closer to him.

"You're hot when you talk about that stuff," you mutter against his lips.

"yeah?" he lifts an eyebrow and smiles. Something about your kiss changed something in him. It made him more confident.

"mhm," you bit your lip and his eyes locked onto the movement. He used his thumb to tug your lip out to connect your lips once more.

-

"Ani- let me at least open the door first," you giggle against his lips. You just got home from date night. Anakin currently has you trapped against your front door, arms wrapped around your back and lips glued to yours. His hands have barely left your body the entire night.

A month into the relationship and he's grown to be very obsessed with you. You're it for him, and he's desperate to show you.

He backs away slightly and takes the key from you to unlock the front door himself. When you step inside, you drag him in by his tie. He wastes no time in smashing his lips on yours once more.

"There's something I've been wanting to try," he whispers against your lips.

"What is it?" You breathe out, sighing when his kisses move down your neck. He grinds his groin against yours.

Oh.

"I wanna pleasure you, make you feel good. Will you let me? Please?" He begged as looks at you with pleading eyes. How can you say no to him?

"Okay." He smiles widely when you agree and takes you to your bedroom. It was a bit of a struggle since he wanted to keep kissing you but kept tripping and bumping into things.

You finally make it to the bedroom with surprisingly no bruises from hitting the corners of furniture. "Let's take this off shall we?" He unzips the dress that had him going feral all night. When the dress slides down your body, he thinks to himself, 'this woman is going to be the death of me.'

"You...are so beautiful," he kisses your lips again and travels down your neck and to your chest. "I can't believe you're mine." You've noticed that the longer you've been with Anakin, the more he's grown confident. He's more open about how he's feeling and will tell you how you make him feel.

"Lay on the bed love." You enjoyed how dominant yet soft he was. He seemed to have the control but he made sure to let you know that all of his actions depended on you.

"I wanna taste you on my tongue," he tells you. In your head you're thinking, who the hell is this guy? What happened to the shy nerd you met at the bar a month ago? Whatever happened, you liked this version of Anakin... a lot.

He reaches to tug off your panties but not before asking, "is this okay?" You nod. "Words my love."

"Yes, it's okay Ani." He continues to remove your panties to unveil your soaking cunt.

"Oh fuck..." His mouth salivates at the thought of what he's about to do. He's watched multiple porn videos and tutorials to prepare for this moment. He wanted, no, he needed to make you feel amazing.

He's about to lean in but stops and pulls away. "I should probably take these off first," he moves to take his glasses off but you reach for his hands to stop him. "Don't, you look hot with them on."

He raises an eyebrow with a smirk, "Yeah? You got a nerd kink or something?" You roll your eyes but smile at him, "something like that...but only for you."

All he says in reply is "good, let's keep it that way." You let go of his hands so he could continue. "If you don't like it, just let me know okay?" He lightly rubs your clit, waiting for your answer.

"Okay." With your reassurance, Anakin begins. He first licks a stripe up your soaking pussy.

You let out a quiet moan at the simple gesture. He stops and looks up at you through his glasses, "is this okay love?"

You nod, "Yes. Keep doing that please." He smiles and continues to lick and suck at your clit. He'd lick all the way from your hole to your clit, spitting on it, and then sucking on your clit as hard as he could. This pattern drove you crazy. The cold rims of his glasses lightly nudging your clit made the sensation even better.

He begins thrusting his tongue in and out of your tight hole. You moan louder and he's about to ask if it's okay but you tug on his hair and bring his face closer. "Keep doing that Ani!"

He adds his fingers in and curls them in all the right spots. Where the fuck did he learn how to do this? You thought he's never been with a girl, let alone touched one. At least that's what you kinda assumed when he said he was inexperienced. It seems you were wrong.

"Right there! Right there! Fuck I'm cumming!" You keep his face between your thighs and he thrusts his fingers in harder and faster. You've never felt this good before, not from past boyfriends or hookups, no one.

"That's it. That's my good girl." Those words did it. You throw your head back as you reached your climax. "Goooood girl, so breathtaking." He watches in awe and sucks on your clit again.

When your breathing calmed and you looked down at your boyfriend, his face was soaked. His glasses were slightly fogged up and covered in droplets, you squirted.

"Shit, I've never squirted before. Where did you learn to do that? I thought you said you were inexperienced," you lightly laugh.

He takes his glasses off to wipe them on his shirt. "Well...I kinda..um..watched porn videos to prepare for this." He looks at you with a shy smile as if he didn't just make you see stars from just his fingers and mouth, and he didn't even fuck you yet.

"Wanna show me what else you've learned?" You smirk at him.

"Well I've only learned like the basics," he says.

"Just fuck me Anakin." It was like a switch flipped inside him. The gentleness he had was replaced with an animalistic desire to fuck you till you pass out.

He quickly undresses and crawls on top of you. "I want you- fuck I want you so bad. I've craved you more and more everyday since we met." He whispers against your lips.

"Then have me, take me in any way you want." He slams his lips back on to yours. He steps away to grab a condom from his discarded pants. After he puts it on, you look at him with a raised brow, "you've been thinking about this for a while?"

"Since the day we met," he shamelessly admits. He rubs his dick along your wetness to lube it up, causing you to moan when it touches your clit. Finally, he lines his dick up to your pussy and slides the tip in.

You both gasp, it's been a while since the both of you had had sex with someone. He slowly slides the rest in and allows both of you to get used to the feeling. He definitely needed a minute to prevent himself from cumming too fast.

"Fuck I haven't even moved yet but I think I've just gone to heaven," he groans out. You softly laugh at him which makes him smile as well.

"Are you ready for me to move now?" He gently asks.

"Yeah, yeah I'm ready." He starts off slow but gradually speeds up and thrusts harder. "Oh fuck Ani!" You hold onto his hair and shoulder when he moves faster.

"I didn't think sex could feel this good. Shit- I just might get addicted!" After losing his virginity to his very first girlfriend, he was convinced that maybe it just wasn't for him. It turns out that he just didn't have that great of a connection with his girlfriend at the time.

But with you, the connection was out of this world. It just made the sex so much better for the both of you.

He hit a particular spot that made you moan loudly and tighten your grip on his hair. "You like that?" He continues to thrust into that spot harder.

He cages you between his biceps, holding your head for stability. You could get used to this view of him on top of you. Looking at the man in front of you, it's hard to believe that just a month ago, he struggled to even glance at you when you first met. Now, he stares daringly into your soul, unafraid of whatever dark secrets you may possess. He would walk through darkness as long as he could be with you.

"I- I'm about to cum," his breath becomes unsteady as he speaks. He looks at you with an apologetic look, not wanting to end it so fast.

"It's okay, me too." You weren't lying. Your previous orgasm barely withered away when he slid inside you.

His face scrunched up, you could tell he was trying so hard to hold back. "It's okay Ani, just cum. Cum for me my love." Your words spurred him on. He gripped the headboard above you with one hand as he moved his hips faster and harder until he finally came.

The way he moaned, the way his mouth fell open and his eyes clenched, that did it. You clench down on him as you came even harder than the first time.

He rode out both of your orgasms and plopped down on the bed next to you. "Damn Skywalker," you breathe out and turn to look at him, "I didn't think you had that in you. You're like a fucking devil in disguise."

He laughs and turns to face you. "I didn't either, I guess you just have that effect on me." He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Is that a good thing?" You raise a brow.

"Definitely," he presses his lips against yours and spoons you from behind in a protective embrace. Although you've only known him for a little over a month, you could already feel the L word wanting to slip out. You weren't sure if Anakin felt the same way...he did.

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say yes to me

summary: anakin skywalker was like a forbidden fruit, the roommate to the guy that had been sleeping with your roommate for most of the school year. the very man who lived just down the hall from you & quite possibly the only man who was capable of silencing you, because he made you that nervous. you thought he had disliked you, despised you even, but it turns out when you lose one pair of red lacy underwear in the laundry room, that isn't quite the case.

pairings: anakin skywalker x reader

word count: 12.9k

warnings/notes: modern au, college!reader, SMUT, minors DNI, like actual filth, p & v, slight degradation, mentions of masturbation, slight enemies to lovers if you squint, dominant!anakin, public nudity (slightly), no protection mentioned (but please do use it), sorry not sorry, it had to be written.

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song inspo: lose face - daniel di angelo

Anakin Skywalker despised you. He did. He would never admit it. But it was the kind of disdain that had only appeared, almost bubbling over time since the very moment he met you, over your complete obliviousness when it came to him. Or it was more ignorance, perhaps. 

You ignored him. His existence, his looming eyes that seemed to filter over your frame whenever the two of you were in the same room together, which was often. Often since you lived in the same apartment building and your two roommates had been fucking since a few weeks into the new semester. He would have to endure your impending silence, your lack of awareness of him for hours on end, sometimes many days in a row. It was excruciating how much he disliked you. Disliked those who got your attention, even his roommate, because it was something you would never give him. 

At first, he didn’t think much of it. How could he? You were gorgeous and hot, his attraction something evident from the beginning, but you could barely exchange a few words with him, let alone meet his eyes if it ever was just the two of you in a room, this one more rare. You seemed shy. Innocent. Unwilling to be tainted by him. Something he could understand, even get behind. That is until he noticed the way you interacted with others.

You were a Pre-Law major, and Pre-Law majors couldn’t afford to be shy or even mute like you appeared around him. It was a surprise when he found you late on a Friday night in their apartment, where his roommate was hosting a party, surrounded by five guys playing cards. A drink sat in front of you, lipstick stains coating the glass in the most enticing of pinks. A low-cut top that was tight hugged your torso, making it hard for Anakin to hold in any physical sound.

You were ethereal at that moment as you tipped your head back, laughing, eyelashes batting with ease — innocence void from your lustful gaze. You were putting every one of those five guys in their place, practically pulling the cash out of their wallets from simply your tongue, all while you threw progressive law jargon their way. All of which he could understand easily, far smarter than he ever let on but it all went over their ungrateful heads. You were intelligent, so breathtaking, and completely squandering it on meatheads like the ones his roommate often interacted with, and he hated them. Hated them because you would never look at him the way you did them. 

Hated them because you seemed to despise him just as much as he did you, enough that your interactions were left to drown in the thickest silence. The kinds where his pants twitched, and he wished to force you against a wall, just so you would look at him, for once. It was all that he asked, to feel what it was like to have your eyes on his. To either face the itch he got for you head-on or come to terms that it was all in his head. That it all was manifested in the truest form of need; arousal. 

How could he though when your roommate was at his apartment a few nights a week? The last thing he needed was for her to glare at him, and take him to be some asshole with a weird obsession that lacked boundaries. He couldn’t live in that reality, not when he was so much nicer, even without the possibility of your legs wrapped around him. 

It didn’t mean it was easy. Truthfully it never was. 

Especially that afternoon as he found you parading around your apartment building’s halls, laundry basket in hand, headphones pulled over your ears. It was actually almost painful. The way your loose university sweatpants hugged low on your waist, rolled once, dipping enough that he was able to see your naval piercing. Your shirt was small, a tanktop that left little to his imagination, especially your perky nipples that stuck out enough he noticed them right away. Your hair was pulled back by a clip, but a few pieces framed your face, and even that alone frustrated him. Frustrated him that you walked around like that, almost to torture him, almost oblivious to how you looked. 

It seemed you were just as oblivious about his presence, evident in the way you walked into the laundry room on their floor, mouthing the words of the song you were listening to, hips swaying far too much, but blind to the fact that he was in the room too. Or you knew and just didn’t care. That was something he could believe, a hundred times. 

He stood a few machines away from yours, pulling his clean laundry out from the washer to put in the dryer. His eyes flickered over to your form every few seconds. It seemed to be something he couldn’t help, unable to stop the way his blue irises traced the skin along your waist and how there was nothing but a thin shirt that separated your chest from him. He knew he shouldn’t be looking at you that way. If it was anyone else, it could have been creepy, but because it was him.

You hadn’t even looked his way, your eyes never gracing his form as being the one in the room and not just another guy from the floor. Anakin was sure, though, that if it had been anyone else, you would have acknowledged them. He hated how much he thought of it. Hated how much you hated him. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, the word unable to slip as he saw you from the corner of his eye, bending over just enough to grab your dry laundry from the dryer. 

He hated how he wasn’t in front of you or behind you for the view but rather just witnessing from the side of you the way your shirt loosened around your frame enough that he could have been able to see down your shirt. He was able to see the back material of your underwear hugging your hips, though. The thinness of it taunting like it could have snapped under one flick from his fingers. 

You pulled your laundry out, slowly, almost purposefully dropping it in your laundry basket. It only took a minute or two but it felt longer when you finally stood closing the dryer door, with your laundry basket now balancing along your hip. You turned, and yet your eyes never found his, never once acknowledging his form there standing near the washer. 

He hated how his chest tightened, the way his brows furrowed in frustration because you were likely avoiding him. Without a word ever spoken, a second of some sort of acknowledgment, though you could have been sitting in his apartment later that evening, you turned towards the door. You walked out, the door falling shut before you. 

Anakin sighed, his hip leaning against the side of the washer as he stared at the spot you were once standing. His brows were still furrowed, but they relaxed, lifting instead as he noticed the left behind bright red garment on the floor. He smirked almost devishly then as he strode across the laundry floor, bent over and plucked it from the floor. 

He tutted softly then, hating himself for how he clutched the thin piece of lace underwear in his hand like it was a lost treasure. 

The apartment was dark all but for the overhead lights in the kitchen and the candles that decorated the countertop. You sat in your room, almost encompassed by darkness other than the sunset lamp on your windowsill and the lamp on your nightstand. You sat back against your pillows, university sweatpants loose along your waist, revealing most of your stomach as you stared at your phone, unable to stop yourself as you scrolled. 

Harrison had posted a picture, one from the other night when the guys had gone out for drinks. Of course, he had been there. Anakin Skywalker. You almost let out a noise at the sight of him in the picture alone. It was embarrassing. Embarrassing how you stared at it for at least a minute, and even worse when you clicked on his profile name that was tagged. Something that happened more often than it should. 

Your stomach tightened as the familiar page appeared, his profile picture enough to have your legs tightening involuntarily. It was easy to say that he was breathtaking, or perhaps the devil himself, because of just how tempting he truly was. From the way his short curls brushed along the back of his neck, the front swept out of his eyes, or his strong jaw that seemed to always appear clenched unless it was just always that sharp. His eyes. Oh god, those were the worst of all. The blue hues that you swore could burn holes into your very being. The sole reason you couldn’t even meet his gaze; not if you didn’t want him to know. 

Know about your secret attraction that actually had you aching most nights. Nights where you couldn’t help but have your hands dip in between your legs, with him being the only one on your mind, the only voice you conjure up. It was unholy. It was wrong on so many levels, how much you wanted this man, so much so, you became mute when he appeared. 

You were a fumbling idiot around him and you never had been with anyone else. Usually, you were the one who would make them squirm, but with Anakin, you found yourself dripping with a need you had never had before. It didn’t help that he was so fucking quiet, unable to say or initiate anything unless it was his eyes somehow taunting you. It was like he didn’t like you, unable to really say much if he wanted to keep the peace. 

It was torture then as you were left to do nothing but stare and scroll aimlessly on his Instagram. 

It was stupid how he was just as perfect in real life. Not a single fault to be had. Even as he stood in the laundry room that afternoon in nothing but a t-shirt and sweatpants, it had you forcibly clenching your legs shut. The way his shirt hung on his frame was still tight enough to show his muscles underneath. It was casual in a way, something you would only notice if you looked hard enough, which you tended to always do. 

There was nothing to do except act as if he wasn’t there, grab your laundry from the dryer as quickly as you could, and leave before he could say anything before it became too much that you felt like spreading your legs for him right then and there. 

As you scroll down to the previous August and a shirtless picture of him in a boat appears, you couldn’t take it. You shut your phone off, dropped it onto your bed, and fell back against your pillows. Sighing, you stared up at the ceiling hating the bloom of warmth that was appearing in your chest. 

“Hey, sleepyhead,” the knock on your bedroom door had you looking over, already expecting the view before you. “What the fuck are you doing?” 

Your roommate stood in your doorway in her shower robe, towel wrapped around her head, concealing her pale blonde hair. Her freshly spray-tanned skin glowed after her shower. As you looked over at her, she raised her brows at you, curiosity appearing.

“Nothing,” you shrugged, stiffening as she glanced at your phone left faced down on your bed. 

She hummed almost in interest but decided not to comment on it, instead taking in your appearance, still dressed in the clothes you had been in for the day as you cleaned the apartment and did your laundry, “Well then, that’s the problem. Girl, we have to be there in an hour.” 

“It’s seriously ten steps down the hall,” you rolled your eyes, “I think we can be late. Why are we going anyway?” 

“Because it’s Saturday night and he invited us.” 

“I know, but we could be going out.” 

“Why so you can go home with someone?” she asked, catching onto the heavy sight that left your parted lips. 

You felt your tongue catch along your teeth and unable to defend yourself, Iris smiled, a laugh emitting with ease as a smirk appeared. 

“That’s so funny,” she noted, so amused by your obvious frustrations, “You know there are going to be guys there.” 

“New guys?” you asked sitting up then with new-found interest, “Not like all of the ones at Harrison’s last party?”

“Well, that I can’t know for sure. You were flirting with at least four of them while you were playing cards. You know, Harrison doesn’t have that many friends, right? So every time one of them is attractive and tries to have sex with you, it’s not like he can go out and find three new ones right away. I’m sure some of them will be there, yes.” 

“Fuck.” 

“But, you know, Anakin will also be there. Apparently, it was his idea for them to throw another one tonight. So, if you want to talk to him,” her voice slowed like she realized what she was saying as it echoed in her ears. 

“Iris…” 

“What?” she laughed, “Maybe if you just talk to him, you’ll realize you don’t have to go and click through his Instagram so much.” 

“Iris!” you gasped, face already beginning to twinge with heat. 

She chuckled, but that quieted at the sight of your embarrassment. If it was any other day, she would say more, but she had had that conversation with you so many times before. It would only sound the same. “What? Right, sorry, anyway, I think Harrison did tell me he invited some guys on his club soccer team. So, I guess you can talk to them.” 

You huffed then, knowing that there was one reason you didn’t want to go the apartment down the hall, even if they did throw the best parties. “It’s just we are always there. Almost every weekend. I miss the bars. We’re legal, which means we should use them.”

“What’s wrong?” she questioned almost immediately, that furrowed look returning. 

“Nothing’s wrong.” 

“You never don’t want to go to the guys’. In fact, sometimes you’re the one who suggests it, especially if they are throwing a party.” 

You were quiet, struggling to find an excuse, anything, as the thought of Anakin Skywalker flashed across your head, the picture of him shirtless still very much the screen that would appear when you unlocked your phone.

“Y/N. Speak. If this is about Anakin Skywalker, I swear—”

“I just thought something else could be fun, that’s all,” you shrugged. 

Her expression faltered slightly. She and Harrison weren’t even officially dating, and still, the thought of not seeing him that night pulled all the excitement out of her. You knew then you wouldn’t be getting your way. “I mean, we can. I would just have text the girls and tell them that—” 

“No, it’s fine. I’ll get dressed,” your voice cut hers off, a sheepish smile appearing, knowing that you had just doomed yourself for the rest of the night. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah,” you smiled, it slightly fake, dread appearing in your stomach, “As long as we don’t go early and we have  a round of shots when get there.”

The hallway was dim, the low lights not as bright as usual, the beige walls seeming to be the only thing able to hold your attention as you trailed after Iris, your hands nervously fiddling with one another. Sometimes you were lucky, as Anakin was not always at the parties his roommate liked to host. Other times, he would show up late, allowing you to settle and drink lots of alcohol to prepare for his presence. And rarely he never showed up at all or was there from the beginning. Tonight would be the latter, and you weren’t ready. 

Even with the two drinks heavily poured with vodka, you felt unsteady, anxious, and warm. It was like the further you walked down the hallway, the more the walls seemed to warp within your mind into a funhouse. It was as if you were high on something, distorting your sense of reality, but really, it was just your heart beating so loudly in your ears and the lack of dinner getting to you. 

You couldn’t eat, not as you paced around your room, half of your closet thrown onto the floor, one drink already leaving rings of water on your coaster upon your desk. It was humiliating. Actually, the worst thing to ever happen to you, as no man had ever done this to you. They couldn’t. It seemed impossible, and yet there you were, acting like a blithering idiot who would surely remain throughout the night until you were too drunk to notice. 

“Y/N, you’re walking slower than my grandma here,” Iris called behind you, stopping near the guys’ door, a chuckle echoing off the walls mixing with the sound of the loud music inside. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled back, trying to speed up but almost feeling as if you would fall with how much your legs were shaking. 

“Are you even going to talk to the guy?” she suddenly asked, turning to face you fully, her hands on her hips and a single brow raised. 

“W-What?” 

“Anakin. Are you going to talk to him tonight, finally? Or is this just how you’re going to act about seeing him.” 

You sighed, her words registering, making you question truly what you were so nervous about, “Iris, I…” 

“Look, if you want to talk to him, that’s fine, but if you’re just like this because he is going to be there, you need to take a second and breathe. Y/N, he’s just a guy. That’s it. A guy you don’t even talk to, trust me when I say he is not that special. You’ve spent enough time in the same room as him to know that.” 

“Right,” you whispered, suddenly finding your shoes more interesting to stare at as you felt your roommate speak. The heat in your face was only worsening, “He’s just a guy.” 

He was, and yet he drove you crazy. 

It was disappointing to find that Iris had to be the one to remind you of that when you had spent the past two years of college seeming to be the one always reminding her of that. You were the one who seemed to understand men, especially idiotic man-child twenty-something-year-olds, and yet here you stood in the hallway of your apartment complex, her finally being the one to give you the reminder. 

Sure, Anakin Skywalker was just a man. 

A twenty-one-year-old man who was quite possibly carved from the most expensive and luxurious marble and gold. He dressed in baggy jeans and warm sweaters, some of which seemed to be designer. He was quiet, unfunny at times, and was so frustrated all of the time. He wasn’t perfect, yet he seemed better than any of the guys you had liked in the past. The loose term was not used often. 

“Just a guy,” she smiled, keeping her sarcasm on lockdown as she reached for your forearm and began to drag you towards the door, “I have never seen you like this.” 

“Like what?” you asked, lowering your voice further as you stood outside of the door, confusion-filled gaze meeting her curious one. 

“You this obsessed.” 

“I am not obsessed,” you glared, finding your chest to tighten in discomfort at the thought. 

“Fine. I just mean, usually you don’t care. You never have, and somehow he has you sweating and unable to speak coherently.” 

“It’s not like that.” 

“Okay, well, whatever it’s like, it’s cute,” she laughed, it only getting louder as you bumped her side with your own, almost begging for her to stop. “You’ve never acted like this over a guy.”

“Are we going to fucking stand out here all night, or are we going to go inside?” you asked rather flatly, not caring how it sounded as long as it meant she would stop staring at you the way that she was. 

She only smirked, nothing else left to say as your face said at all. The gentle blush on your cheeks, the way you were trying to avoid eye contact, most of your confidence waning as you stood there, outside of that apartment door. 

Shrugging, she finally reached for the doorknob and opened the door with ease. The second the door was cracked, the music became increasingly louder, enough to make you cringe at the way the bass echoed in your ears. Usually, you welcomed it; the sound, the smell of cigarettes and marijuana, the stickiness on the floors by the end of the night, the way you always stumbled your way back to your apartment only a few feet away. It was a life you had gotten used to, and yet you dreaded it all that night. 

Iris stepped in with ease, and you followed, inhaling as you did with the smell of cigarettes hitting you straight in the face. Even with the windows open, allowing the winter air to bask in the room, it wasn’t enough to completely drown out the smell. I

t was dark in the apartment, all but the LED lights that hung up around the ceiling, paired with a spinning disco ball on the coffee table, which Harrison swore by every single time. 

There was maybe a total of ten people in the room so far, but you knew it wouldn’t be this easy to walk through by the end of the night. As soon as the door was shut behind you, concealing you both inside, it was like he had known she was there. All of a sudden, you heard Harrison’s loud voice from across the room, him standing from where he was leaning against his sound system. 

“Ah, you guys made it!” Harrison strode over in a pair of baggy jeans and a graphic t-shirt, his arms immediately finding Iris’ hips, giving away that he had already been drinking for a bit. “You’re later than I thought you were going to be.” 

“I texted you,” she mumbled, chuckling lightly. 

“I know, but…” his voice trailed off slightly, and his bluish-green eyes found your frame still almost pressed against the front door, and it was like he had connected the dots. “Y/N.” 

“Harrison, hi,” you smiled sheepishly while also trying to peer around him to the rest of the people that filled the living room, hoping but equally dreading catching sight of a head of short curls. 

“What, you didn’t want to come tonight?” 

He was joking, he always was, as he spun Iris around so her back was pressed to his front. You laughed, it so fake as you tried to hide it all but your roommate could see through you easily. “What? No. You're a funny guy, you know that? We always come to your parties.” 

“Yeah, but you’re usually one of the first ones here.” 

“Relax,” you rolled your eyes, “Clearly, we’re still here early enough. Great turnout.” 

“There are more people coming, asshole,” he laughed, pulling his hat by the brim down further across his forehead, concealing his blonde short, cropped hair.

“Oh yeah? Anyone worth talking to?” 

“You told her about the guys from my soccer team, didn’t you?” that question was directed down towards Iris, who suddenly peered up at her non-boyfriend boyfriend with both guilt and humor. 

“What?” she shrugged. 

His eyes found yours again, that playful look now filling yours, “They’ll be here in about an hour or so. Just can you try not to screw them over?” 

“Me?” you feigned a laugh, “I could never. How do I look, though? Something they would be interested in?” 

Doing almost a little curtsy with your Converse squeaking against their hardwood floor, you turned after a moment. Noting the baggy jeans and the black sheer tube top, Harrison laughed almost in disbelief but could only look over his shoulder towards his own roommate, who sat in the middle of their couch, legs sprawled out, head dipped back as he snubbed out the cigarette that was in between his fingers. “Hm, you know you could go ask Anakin? He has expensive taste.” 

You felt yourself freeze, hating the way they both laughed, equally looking back into the room. Following their gaze, you stiffened further as you found him, sure to be the only thing that you would focus on for the rest of the night. Especially if he were to be sitting that way for most of it. You felt like a deer in headlights as you peered over Harrison’s shoulder, eyes trailing over the way his legs were spread wide, his back leaned into the couch, and his head tilted back as he blew out rings of smoke. 

He wore dark jeans and a black knit-long sleeve; underneath the collar, his white t-shirt poked out. His hair was pushed back out of his face, and the curls along his neck and around his ears seemed perfect even in the dark. 

He would be the death of you.

Your mouth was dry, and suddenly, your fresh sarcasm was gone as he sat up against the couch, his stare almost splitting through the room to find the three of you. His expression was unreadable, almost cold, and you hated the way they found yours immediately.  

You looked away, aware of the way the other two were intently making notes about the interaction. Side-stepping into the kitchen out of eye-sight from the roommate, you glared back at Harrison, “I hate you.” 

“Nah, you don’t.” 

“I thought you said you were going to make me a shot when I got here.” 

“What do you want?” Harrison asked, his arms dropping around Iris, instead allowing his hand to find a place along her back, guiding her to follow him into the kitchen. 

“The strongest thing you got,” you suggested peering up at the masses of liquor upon the cabinets, a devilish look appearing in your eyes as you smiled innocently back at the man. 

He sighed that familiar Harrison sigh, the one where he knew there would be no stopping you that night, not as you came over with a box full of seltzers and a large handle of tequila. You were looking for trouble or perhaps something to ease the noise into nothing but silence within your mind. Either way, he couldn’t tell, and though Iris was looking at him, almost afraid to let him give you the shot that would start a very long night, she just shrugged anyway. 

A long night it would become. 

By the time it was eleven-thirty, the apartment was full of many familiar faces, the typicals you saw at almost every party, and then masses of the very unfamiliar. Some of them including Harrison’s very cute and very athletically-built soccer teammates. It had become your mission to catch at least one of their eyes quickly as if to avoid the looming stare from across the room that you were sure would have you dripping humiliatingly if you focused on him too long. 

When he moved, you did too. Further away, it seemed, anything to keep your distance, almost afraid of what you could say if given the chance to. The alcohol wasn’t enough because just knowing he was in the same apartment had you unable to think about anything or anyone else. Even when you were four seltzers deep and a quarter of the way through with the concoction that had become of your water bottle, Anakin Skywalker was all you could think about. 

It had been hours, hours of dancing awkwardly, avoiding the cards table, and yet you felt unaccomplished with the night. The ache between your legs was enough proof as it was, but you knew that couldn’t be taken care of by anyone unless it was Anakin. Even as the lanky soccer player with fluffy brown hair and bright eyes practically had you concealed against the wall in the living room, your mind was completely inept at what he was saying. 

He was hot, relatively, nothing like Anakin, but enough that you would have slept with him. His hands were ghosting over your waist, one tickling the bare skin above your jeans, the other leaning against the wall, caging you in against his warm frame. His eyes were hooded, a look in them you knew all too well, but one you were sure you wouldn’t act on. 

“You know, Harrison warned me about you,” he joked, it sounding so deep that his name somehow slipped from your mind, unable to be retrieved. 

Your lips were wrapped around the straw of your drink, eyes peering up at his through your lashes, and you couldn’t help but smile, almost like a tantalizing forbidden fruit. “Really? Is that so? And do you think you should have listened to him?” 

“No, not at all. That’s the funny part, I guess. Told me you would probably have your pick of us for the night.” 

Your smile lessened slightly as a discomfort appeared front and center within your chest. You flirted. That wasn’t something you would deny, but the way he was putting it made you feel like you were other girls that they talked to. Ready to offer themselves like a consolation prize by spreading their legs just to never be spoken to again. You flirted, but you never really gave them what they wanted, and that’s why Harrison was cautious about bringing new guys around. They would chase after something they’d never get, and you would string them along as a form of entertainment. Or that’s what he thought. 

It never had been like that, not even as guys started to notice you freshman year of college. It was never supposed to be a game but rather something else entirely. 

You shifted back towards the wall, eyes dropping to your cup, the way it was nearly empty, the last few drops clinging to the bottom of the glass. The guy spoke again, and you found your brows furrowing in discomfort. “I’m just glad it was me if I’m being honest.”

They always thought that way. That it was them. That they were something special, as if worthy of your attention, but it never was about them. 

You sighed, head falling back against the wall as his hand rose along your bare skin, almost inching to move up and under your shirt. A second of dissociation left you looking over his shoulder at the crowd of people around you, filling the living room to be full and packed. You scanned their faces trying to find anything that you knew could ground you. 

Instead, there was only one thing, one person, and it made it all so much worse. 

Peering through the room within the darkness of flashing vibrant lights and smoke, you somehow found him, only a few feet away or so. At the sight, it was almost like your legs were going to give out from beneath you. He would never not have an effect on you. It didn’t matter how stupid you felt, how humiliating it was. Inevitably, Anakin Skywalker would always have you wrapped around his finger. 

He was leaning against the wall near the sound system, surrounded by Harrison and a few of their other guy friends. His arms were crossed over his chest, arms bulging slightly under the material of his shirt. Smoke billowed around the group from cigarettes, vapes, and joints alike, yet his hands were empty. He wasn’t listening to anything they were saying. He couldn’t have been because, just as quickly as you found him, he was already peering over at you. 

His blue eyes, almost as sharp as steel as they traced your frame, pressed up against the wall under the soccer player, your drink cradled close to your chest. You almost physically shuddered, having not expected it, not in the slightest. His lips were pulled into a fine line, brows slightly furrowed in a way that made you want to ease the small wrinkle, pulling every frustration clean from his body. 

Yet you felt intimidated because, after all, it was a look that was directed at you. One that often wasn’t. 

His expression barely flickered or faltered, even as your eyes so clearly locked with his. Instead, he could only lift a single brow in your direction in interest. It was like a challenge, almost as if he was daring you to do something you would regret, something he wouldn’t like. 

“Hey,” the guy’s voice broke through your facade, a gentle mumble as his hand squeezed your hip. The feeling brought your eyes to flicker back to him but only for a second before you were glancing back at Anakin. “Are you listening?” 

You weren’t. Instead too distracted by the man across the room, whose jaw had suddenly tightened. 

“I… uh, need to get another drink,” you forced a smile, voice gentle as you gestured to the empty cup. 

“Do you want me to get it?” he asked then, yelling over the music, and you hated the way it made you feel. 

“No, that’s okay. I’ll be right back,” you replied, almost like a false promise, as you slipped under his arm, separating his frame from yours completely, and with it, a weight seemed to dissipate. The ability to breathe suddenly a grace you didn’t know you were missing. 

It was like you could feel his eyes following your frame. The coldness that was his blue orbs as you swerved your way through the crowd of people, bumping into them as you went, recognizing very few. Iris had been gone from your side for almost an hour, somehow slipping away with Harrison’s cousin to talk about probably Harrison. You had been left to fend for yourself, which was nothing new. Something you had done the whole semester prior, and yet it was the first time, you couldn’t stand the thought. 

Even as the alcohol had left you swaying, vision slightly blurred, and mind a slurring mess, there wasn’t much comfort in the feeling. You managed to squeeze you were way to the kitchen, the music enough to have your ears echoing. Sighing, you found only a few people littered throughout, mixing new drinks or leaning against the countertops to speak too closely. It would be too good to be true to find it empty.

Slipping into the kitchen, which seemed nearly as dark as the rest of the apartment, you found the corner of the countertop where you had been taking alcohol from all night. Harrison had been kind enough to offer you something better than what you had mixed, and it had become the thing you began to drink as soon as your seltzers were long since chugged. Reaching for the liquor bottle, you uncapped it and began to pour, heavier than you had been before. Mixing the remainder of the lemonade in, you picked it up, already reading for the strong sip. 

“How many of those have you had?” 

The voice was low but loud as it spoke over the music. Scaring you, you turned around on your heels quickly, the drink nearly spilling all over you if it wasn’t for his hand that came to grasp the cup, part of his palm covering your own. It was warm. 

“Fuck,” you whispered, the only vocal response to how close he was and all of a sudden. 

“Careful,” Anakin chuckled, taking the drink from your hand, to which you pouted in dismay, hating how he pulled it closer to himself. 

You stared, expression wary as he towered over you, closer than he ever had before, his eyes tracing the startled look as if he were the predator cornering his prey. His stare flickered following the way your chest rose and fell, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you stared up at him, eyes slightly glassed over from the amount of alcohol you had. 

God, you hated him. You really did as he stared down at you, smirking the way he was, only a few inches away. If you leaned closer, your chest would press against his, and at the thought, you had to squeeze your legs shut, trying to keep as much space between the two of you as you pressed yourself back against the countertop. 

A glint appeared as he noticed the way you shifted with discomfort, something he knew wasn’t a common occurrence with you. Tilting his head innocently, he glanced down at your drink, which now was in his grasp, a teasing tone emitting, “You never answered my question. How many of these have you had?” 

You shrugged, trying to wipe off the look on your face as if you could picture it was anyone else in front of you. “I don’t know. A few.” 

“How many is a few?” he demanded, eyes tracing the way you swayed on your feet, almost like he could know your head was spinning, nearly seeing two of him. 

“You want a number?” you laughed, thinking he was joking. 

His expression never faltered, “Yes.” 

“Three, maybe four, I don’t know.” 

He hummed, almost like he was dissatisfied with the answer. Instead of offering the drink back to you, he brought it closer to himself, that serious look never disappearing. “You should be done for the night.” 

“Really?” you mused, a single brow raising at his tone. 

“Yeah, in fact, I’ll finish this one off for you. Maybe try a water there, Y/L/N,” he said, bringing the cup to his lips, covering where your lipstick stains had been.

He took a sip, and you felt your blood boil out of both annoyance and something else. He wasn’t even touching you, and yet there was more of a reaction out of you than earlier when the soccer player had his hands inching up your shirt. It seemed he knew that too, and it was infuriating. 

“Anakin!” 

“By the way, your flavor of the night is looking for you. I think I saw him over by the bathroom where Iris was waiting. I’m sure he was asking about you.” 

“You know what,” you said then, raising your hands up in the air, an almost look of acceptance on your face as you slipped out from under his frame you hadn’t realized had gotten so close, “Fine.” 

With that, you walked away out of the kitchen, palm empty of your drink and heart heavy by the man who had taken it so easily from you. It was like taking candy from a baby, you almost offered it willingly if it meant getting a few more seconds being pressed close to him, his blue eyes tracing your drunken frame. 

He had gotten you then. He was under your skin, had practically dug himself a hole, and you knew you couldn’t; not willingly go find Harrison’s teammate just to think about someone else all night. How much further could you even go than flirting? You usually wouldn’t, and you definitely couldn’t, not that night, not in that state, not when Anakin Skywalker flashed through your mind on repeat, feeding the worst desires. 

The apartment was hot, still messy, lingering with stenches of alcohol, weed, and cigarettes. It was like all of the sweaty bodies were still gathered within their living room when really it was nearly three a.m., most of the lights were turned off, and the only thing that could be seen was Harrison and Iris slightly tangled on the couch. Anakin was slumped over on their second couch, now in a pair of sweatpants that hung loosely off his frame and dark long sleeve. His head lulled to the side as he stared at the TV in front of him, unable to really get comfortable on the couch with the warmth of the room. 

Unable to open the window due to them being almost frozen shut, he sat up, his feet meeting the floor. He wanted to sleep. It was the only thing he could think about; hoping it would be enough to quiet the thoughts along with the twitch of his dick. But he couldn’t, not as he felt the sweat along his eyebrow and the smell that seemed to not dissipate even long after he thought he had gotten used to it. 

“Fuck, it still smells.” 

“Well, I don’t know, maybe open the door, see if it airs out in the hallway,” Harrison said, his words slurring slightly, his eyes narrowing in tiredness. 

Anakin became deadpan then, “The door? You have got to be fucking kidding me.” 

“Or not. Whatever.” 

“Well, do we have a fan or something?” Anakin offered, standing from the couch in the darkness, stretching his arms up and over his head, “I had one, but I can’t remember the last time I saw mine or even used it.”

Harrison peered up at his roommate, a shy smile on his face seeming oblivious or rather uncaring of the problem at hand, too focused on the feeling of Iris’ head resting along his collarbone. It was then the girl perked up, her eyes shifting away from the TV and the creepy murder documentary she had recommended. 

Her blonde hair peeked up from the couch, and she chuckled lightly at the realization, “That’s because we have it.” 

“What do you mean we?” Anakin replied, brows raising slightly in interest. 

“Y/N and I…” she said carefully, “Harrison let us borrow it at the beginning of the semester when our AC system gave out. I’m pretty sure we forgot to give it back. It’s in our linen closet.” 

He stared down at her, somehow at a loss of what to say or if that meant she was willing to get up and give it to him then or expected him to wait. Before he could decide, she reached the coffee table and picked up her keys before tossing them to Anakin. 

“Here. Take my keys, you can go grab it.” 

Catching them, he stared down at it on the brass key ring, the very key that led to your apartment. An apartment you very much could have been in fucking around with one of the new guys’ Harrison had introduced you to. Anakin’s hand tightened around the keyset at the thought, a certain discomfort appearing at even the picture he could conjure up. The guy had been practically all over you all night, and you hadn’t done anything to reject his advances. Instead, you let them happen all while a set of eyes were staring at you from across the room. 

“I… uh.” 

“Relax,” she laughed, “Y/N said she was going to shower and go to bed. You’re not going to run into any naked soccer players fleeing from her bedroom.” 

“Funny,” Anakin glared, a fake smile appearing as he noticed the familiar glint that had appeared on his roommate’s face. Not ready for the constant teasing, he stepped out of the living room towards the front door. 

Walking out, he barely processed the sound of the door closing behind him, too focused on the key in his hand. It took less than a minute when he came face to face with the dark door. Tall with gold brass located in the middle displaying just how it differed from all the rest — what it meant. The numbers he thought about more often than he should. 

802. 

Fuck. He thought about it too much, so much so it felt easy to let the key slide into the hole and unlock the door with a mere turn of his wrist. Stepping through the threshold, the first thing he noticed was how refreshing it felt compared to the smell of his apartment. It was cooler in there, with a smell of almost clean laundry and vanilla. He couldn’t help but wonder if the whole apartment smelled that way or if somehow your room was different. 

The floors matched the ones in his dark paneling that showed all of the dirt that fell on them. There were a few entrance rugs he couldn’t see much in the dark, as well as the entrance to the kitchen. He wanted to look around, turn on a light to take it all in, but he couldn’t, not with you only a few doors away, possibly naked and in the shower. He felt so gross about it, that he cared so much. 

Especially as your underwear sat in the top drawer of his dresser. He had been contemplating about it all night, just how he could bring it up or return it to you. But he wasn’t sure the best approach without it coming off as disgusting. If he told Iris, she would never look at him the same, probably confused why he had them at all. Harrison would only make jokes, almost applauding Anakin, just to take Iris’ side when he tried to pass them off to her. And you, he couldn’t even think about what your reaction might look like upon finding out that he had your underwear, had them all day. 

Moving further into the apartment, he entered the vast hallway just as Iris had explained, eyes locating in the dark the few doorways that appeared. With his flashlight on, he was able to find it halfway down the hall on the left. Just as he opened the door, though, he took notice of the dim light a door down, a purple hue peeking out from it that was left cracked open. With the familiar sound of The Weekend, Anakin smirked as he picked his way through the linen closet. 

There on the top shelf was his fan. 

Grabbing it, he shut the linen closet, but halted in front of the door, a new sound grabbing his attention. A breathy sigh, almost like a huff of frustration. His shoulders stiffened slightly, stomach tightening at the sound alone. As another noise slipped, but much louder paired with the gentle lull of a vibration, Anakin knew for sure. Knew that you were getting yourself off, and he couldn’t ignore just how pretty it sounded. 

It was too much, so he stepped away from your door towards the other end of the hallway, but he had only made it two steps before he felt himself stop. 

“Ani…” The whimper was not quiet, and he felt his jaw tighten at the way the syllables formed on your lips. 

The sounds were louder, your moan breathtaking. 

Anakin’s hand cupped his dick, your voice going straight to it. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, but they snapped back open as another one echoed out from your room, this one a little more desperate. 

“Oh, Anakin.” 

He didn’t know how he didn’t drop that fucking fan. Wasn’t sure if it would slip through his fingers or if he would throw it on purpose, anything to make his presence known. Anything to make the sounds continue but due to his fingers rather than your own. He had never felt such pain then at that moment as he forced himself to walk away, the sounds of you undoing yourself deliberately with his name breaking apart across your tongue. 

There wasn’t a doubt then anymore. Not a single ounce of question. 

It seemed that was enough to know. Enough to have figured out just exactly what to do with the red lacy underwear that sat tucked into the top drawer of his dresser.

“No, fuck, where is it?”

The sound of your voice grumbling from your room droned out into the hallway. Your hands were shoved into the bottom of your dresser drawer, rummaging through the clean laundry you had folded the day before. The sole piece of clothing you were looking for was nowhere in sight. As soon as you hadn’t found it near the top when you had started getting ready for your date, you felt your chest tighten. You groaned loudly, arms balancing along your knees as you moved to find it not hidden somewhere in your laundry basket either. 

“Y/N/N, I’m going to head to work,” Iris poked her head inside, but her voice trailed off at the sight of you crouched in the middle of the room, tearing apart your dresser drawers. “What are you doing?” 

“I can’t find them,” you mumbled out. 

“Find what?” 

You sighed, almost hesitant to even say it out loud, “My panties. The red ones.” 

“The ones with lace?” she asked, for clarification, her brows raising in interest. 

“Yes, I washed them yesterday, I swear.”

“Don’t you have your date tonight?” she asked, eyes looking around the room, spotting the few outfits you had laid out across your bed and the mounds of makeup and hair products spread out at your vanity. “The one with Harrison’s teammate?” 

“Yeah, Cole.” 

At the name, a flash of recognition formed across Iris’ face. It was the same guy you had been with most of the night before at the party, practically pressed up against a wall as he eye fucked you for most of the night. By the end of it, you were so drunk he hadn’t even gotten a kiss out of you, only your number. He texted you that morning about going out for drinks and dinner. You were hesitant at first, almost inclined to say no, but then something else made you change your mind. Perhaps the sight from the night before of the smirk that laced over Anakin’s face as he teased you about Cole. No inclination at all that it bothered him, the sight of you pressed up against someone else. It was annoying, so annoying, that you couldn’t help but say yes to Cole for a date. 

What else were you going to do? 

Anakin Skywalker barely spoke to you and noticed your presence. It was a joke. All of it. 

Iris smiled smugly, then down at you as you continued to search through the dresser drawer. “And you need your red lacy panties for a first date?” 

“I mean, I don’t need them, just want them, you know, in case.” 

“Who are you right now?” she laughed, the sound bringing your attention away from your underwear drawer. Her arms were crossed over her chest, that smile still evident as a hint of amusement flashed across her eyes. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You don’t usually think about sleeping with a guy until at least the fourth or fifth date. The last time you were talking to someone, you made him hold out for the sixth date just to ask him to leave after twenty minutes of making out. And you want to wear your sex underwear on the first date?”

“I’m not a prude, you know,” you laughed too, your anxiety easing slightly even though your favorite underwear was still missing. 

“I never said you were. I’m just saying, you’re different. That’s all.” 

“Is that such a bad thing?” 

She shook her head, almost a sense of pride appearing, “No. Not at all. Anyway, I should go.” 

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” you replied over your shoulder, your attention going back to the clothes scattered around you. 

“Yeah, have fun on your date. I can’t wait to hear how it goes. Oh, and maybe try looking in the laundry room.” 

You cringed almost at the thought that they had somehow been left in there overnight, all while other people were coming in and out to do their laundry, “Right.”

Standing from your bedroom floor, you looked around the room one more time before inevitably giving up. Instead, you slid on a pair of shoes, and left the apartment, the door closing and echoing behind you. Making your way down the hall, you passed the guys’ door and the memories from the night before flashed again in your head. Anakin taking your drink, cutting you off from anything for the rest of the night. You wish you wouldn’t have listened and continued to sneak some. You didn’t have to listen to him at all. That was the funniest part, and you did it anyway. 

Entering the laundry room, the automatic lights clicked on upon your entrance illuminating the room in cascades of bright LEDs. It was warm, just like it usually was when someone was doing their laundry. The familiar rumble of the dryer and washers caught your attention. The sound of it clouded your thoughts as you approached the washer and dryer you had been using the day before. 

With one simple open of the stainless steel washer, you found it empty of any sort of clothing. You sighed, the annoyance deepening at the thought of having lost them. Expensive underwear you had bought on your trip to France over the summer. A pair Iris had to convince you to buy because you typically weren’t one for buying sexy underwear. It was the pair that opened the vault for you, leading you to not only buy so many more since then but a string of memories confined to that pair of lace, all from the few pairs of hands that had slid them down your legs with ease late into the night. 

It was your favorite pair of underwear. 

The only pair you felt like wearing on nights when you knew inevitably they would end up on someone’s floor. 

“Fuck,” you cursed again lowly as you stepped over to the dryer you had used. 

Sure enough, as you opened and closed it, you found it just as empty as the other machine you had checked. Your stomach dropped at the thought, and it had come to desperate measures as you crouched down near the machines and began looking around them on the floor. 

It was not your proudest moment, and that only became clear as it only lasted around thirty seconds when you heard the door open, paired with a voice you were dreading to have to face anytime soon. 

“What are you doing?” 

Your eyes closed, your breath falling short in your throat. Sighing, you stood from where you were crouched along the floor, surely giving him a show in the shorts you had been wearing since your shower that afternoon. You wouldn’t turn to face him, not if it meant seeing some sort of teasing look appear. It was embarrassing enough. Instead, you pressed yourself closer to the dryer, peering over the back of it, hoping just maybe the red lace would appear behind it. 

“I am looking for something.” 

Anakin chuckled, subtly tracing the curve of your ass through your pajama shorts, his fingers curling around the silky material in his pocket. “What?” 

“It’s nothing.” 

“Well, maybe if you told me, I could help,” he offered, and at that, you froze. 

Turning around slowly, you faced him, heart picking up at the sight of him alone. He looked just as fine as he had the night before, maybe even a little bit more. He wore jeans, ones that were loose around his frame, paired with a hoodie, hiding away the definition of his torso you craved to see after so long. His hair was slightly damp, leaving a ringlet curl along his forehead. It was slightly shorter, too, the back especially, meaning he had gotten a haircut. You had thought you would be sad when he had finally done it, cut the small curls that lay along the back of his neck, but now that he had, you couldn’t help but stare, knees practically giving out at how good he truly looked. 

Sure enough, that smirk was plastered along his face, paired with a glint you knew all too well. 

“Help? You want to help me?” 

He shrugged, “It could maybe make it go faster. You look like you need to be somewhere.” 

It was the most he had ever said to you. The last two days had crossed every line that had been between the two of you over the past four months of knowing one another. This was it. The past two days of his intimidating stares and forceful words.

Placing your hands on your hips, you raised a brow over at him interest, “And why would you think that?” 

He stepped closer, and that alone had your chest rattling and hands practically shaking. He was so tall, so breathtaking, and you had wanted him for so long, so badly, it had consumed you. Just the sight of him as he stood before you, looming over your frame, had your core twitching, aching already, and he hadn’t even touched you. There was the reality that he probably wouldn’t. 

His tongue clicked along the roof of his mouth, his blue orbs falling to trace over your bare legs, freshly tanned, smooth, up to the short baby tee that hugged your frame; no bra. You looked as if you were ready to settle in for the night, but he knew better. 

“You did your makeup,” he said, observingly, “And you look as if you put something in your hair. Maybe, styled it for someone. You got a hot date or something?” 

Your mouth was dry, and you had to look away, guilt appearing that you would be with another man that night, all while you would probably be thinking about him. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” 

“So, that’s a yes,” he chuckled, the deep sound making your legs clench slightly. “Harrison’s teammate from last night? I could see him asking you out just to get in your pants.” 

“Stop,” you fumed, brows furrowing in annoyance, arms crossing over your chest, “Why does it matter?” 

“It doesn’t. So, what are we looking for Y/L/N? What’s going to make you late for this dick appointment?” 

“You know what. Forget it. I can find it myself.” 

“No, no, come on, now. I’m just trying to be helpful,” he smiled, that smirk widening, almost getting off at the sight of your pout and knitted brows. “Seems like you might need it? So, what a top? A bra, maybe, something he’ll want to pull off of you later.” 

“Anakin,” you warned as he took a step closer, his head tilting antagonizingly, taking in how your chest rose and fell nervously. There was still a foot or so between you and yet you couldn’t help but step back until you were up against the dryer, the warmth of it felt through your shorts. 

“Or is it not either of those things? No. Can’t be,” he paused, voice trailing off as his stare flickered down to your lips, “Underwear?” 

Your lips parted in shock, stomach turning at the way it sounded like he was trying to torture you with his presence. 

“So that’s it? Panties, huh? Must be some nice fucking ones if they have you bent over in the laundry room looking for them. What do they look like? I’m sure I can find them.” 

You couldn’t form words, not as he taunted you, even from so far away. Not as his hands were shoved in the pockets of his pants, the most casual look about him. He alluded to sex just from how he looked, and that was hard enough, but him standing in front of you, lips glistening from his saliva, spouting these things at you, they might as well have been the dirtiest things a guy has ever said. They had you wet. You knew they did, and it had you shrinking in humiliation. Humiliation that he could say your name alone, and it would have you so pent up to the point of reaching for that familiar blue vibrator on your bedside table, desperately trying to relieve the tension he built up inside of you. 

Inhaling, you tried to relax. “They’re lace.” 

“Okay. See-through?” he asked, unable to say it with a straight face. 

“Yes.” The word was so quiet coming from your lips, almost like a whisper. 

The tip of his tongue traced over the top set of his teeth, highlighting his cuspids you wanted more than anything to bite into your neck. All while his hand dug between your legs. The thought fell away though at his next words, them enough to have your heart stop altogether. 

“They wouldn’t be red by chance, are they?” 

Your mouth fell open in shock, and for a second, you thought he was going to take hold of your lower lip to close it, anything to touch you, but he didn’t. Why would he? With widened eyes and that knitted expression forming once again across your face, you were silent as you watched his hand appear from his pocket, that all too familiar red color appearing before your eyes. 

“Or something like these, right?” he held them out on his index finger, the expensive material from France staring back at you, “Fuck, I didn’t expect it, Y/L/N. That you could own a pair like this.” 

Your face felt warm, annoyed, and embarrassed by his taunt. Enough that you reached forward to pluck them from his hand, but he pulled his hand back further to keep you from taking hold of them. 

“Anakin,” you warned, hand out stretched. 

“You know, you should pay closer attention when you do your laundry. Some creep in the building could have picked them up instead of me. Who knows what would have happened to them then.” 

It was like he could see the steam coming out of your ears, the heat on your face that he somehow could see even past your makeup. He was frustrating you, and he could do it all day, every day, he decided. 

“Give them to me.” 

“Or what?” he quipped, “Tell me why I should? Just so some guy can take them off of you later. Some guy you don’t even want to fuck you.” 

“Stop this,” you whispered, it almost sounding like a plea as you tried to reach for the underwear again, but as you did, he pulled his hand away. This time, going as far as to stuff them into the back pocket of his jeans. You groaned in annoyance at the sight. “You’re being an asshole.” 

“And you’re a fucking liar,” he taunted, stepping closer again. This time until he was no more than a few inches away. Your body was fully pressed against the dryer then, it hot along the skin on the back of your thighs. “So admit it.” 

“Admit what?” 

He leaned closer, his lips nearly tracing the shell of your ear, all while his hands moved up, fingers brushing across your bare ribs so softly it hadn’t felt real. They slipped away, instead pressing along the dryer behind you that was still running. He had you caged in, his chest warm against yours. 

“That you want this. That you want me.” 

A breathy sigh fell away, your lips practically trembling as all of the hair on your body seemed to stand straight up. 

He continued, “You say I’m the asshole but you’re the one who walks around doing your laundry in nothing but a skimpy shirt. You fucking want me to see you like that, don’t you? Like this? You want to tempt me. But that’s the thing isn’t it? You only act like a whore if it means getting my attention. Isn’t that right?” 

“Anakin…” his name almost sounding like a moan as it slipped, body leaning further into his involuntarily. 

“Say it, Y/N. Fucking say it, and I’m yours.” 

You sighed, the most hopeless sound because he had you. He always did. How was it happening? You weren’t sure, but it was all that mattered. “Fine, I want you.” 

He smiled a grin that was so full of himself as he reached forward, his hand gripping your jaw so firmly in his hand. It happened so quick, then, the feeling of him pulling you forward. It was almost like you could have gotten whiplash as his lips consumed you, enveloping you in what could only be described as pure sin. Without a moment to even feel them on yours, his tongue was parting your lips, slipping in without you giving much of a fight. A moan was ripped free from your throat as he branded you over and over, his taste coated along your tongue, faintly tasting of mint gum and cigarettes. 

Somehow it wasn’t anything you thought it would be like. It was better, intangible, unable to fully grasp until it was happening, leaving you to spin, to drip with need, and in a way, begging for penance. His body collided with yours, his other hand roughly grabbing your hip, slamming you further into the dryer, the vibration of it catching your attention as he did so. As his knee parted your legs, you twitched, the feeling of his clothed knee too much as he pressed it up against your core. 

Gasping, your hands shot forward, pushing at his chest. It was enough for his lips to part from yours, with a string of his saliva pooling around the corners of your lips. “Wait, not here.” 

You looked around the empty laundry room, suddenly awfully aware of the possibility for anyone to walk in. Especially those who had their laundry going in the machines. 

He chuckled, the sound making your legs clench again, but this time around, his knee stood in the way. He smirked at the sight, his voice lowering, “Yes, here.” 

You couldn’t deny how it had made you feel, the dominance doing something to you. So much so that you relaxed under his hooded eyes, giving in once again. It was enough of an answer for him as he immediately went to your cotton shorts, yanking them down from your hips. The material loosened and pooled around your feet, leaving you in nothing but the black pair of soft panties you had slipped on after your shower. 

“Not red,” he chuckled, hands ghosting along your ribs, thumbs tempting to brush along your nipples through the material of your shirt, “But fuck are they still pretty.” 

His knee pressed up further against the material, the thin material that was soaked to the point that he was risking having a stain left when he pulled it away. You whimpered at the feeling, desperate for any relief you hadn’t been able to get since you laid eyes on him for the first time. You couldn’t help but sink down on him, the feeling sending a shock through your core and another sound to fall from your blissfully kissed lips. 

He took in the sight, not caring who saw. Not if it meant he had his claim on you, that everyone knew. That they all were aware of how fucking obsessed you were, with him, his cock, that you would be willing to get caught. With lidded eyes just as desperate for you as you were for him, he let his fingers trace down your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he found the waistband of your underwear. Your chest tightened again in anticipation, as his fingers slid down further until they were pressed along the front of it, able to feel the wetness that had soaked all the way through. 

His ego was huge at that point, almost feeling accomplished by his handy work. His thumb found the bundle of nerves with ease as if this hadn’t been his first time with you, but rather had memorized your body, knew just how exactly to get you to come undone. Pressing down, he bit down on his bottom lip, watching as your head lulled back, a desperate sound-emitting. 

He couldn’t take it then, and neither could you. When he pulled away, you gasped in protest, ready to glare at him, but that inclination disappeared as he reached for the button of his jeans. You were practically drooling as it popped, followed by the sound of the zipper being yanked down. Your chest was rising and falling, so much anticipation forming along your skin in the form of sweat, the spot between your legs throbbing to the point of it almost being painful. 

You were ready to beg. If he wasted any more time, you would. You didn’t care how desperate and defiling it felt then because if it were any other man, you wouldn’t, but for him, you would. You would over and over if it meant it would lead to this. Your breath hitched as he reached for the waistline of his boxers, sliding them down just enough to release his dick from the confines of the material. 

Fuck, even his dick was perfect. 

The sight of it had you nearly collapsing, completely acting like an idiot just at the sight. Who knew all it took was one cock to have you completely silent, lost for words. It had never happened, never thought it could, until him. It was the way it erected out, almost touching the material of his hoodie, red, already slick with precum. A world where he wanted you back seemed so implausible, and yet the sight of that alone could have had you cumming on the spot. 

“Is this okay?” he asked, wrapping one of his hands around the base of it, he hissed slightly at the contact. 

“Anakin, fuck just, please,” you whimpered further, and you hated how it sounded across your tongue, but that thought disappeared quickly as he moved closer. 

With one hand pushing your underwear to the side, the other aided his dick in sliding in between your folds. It was only the tip, and yet at the feeling, you were a mess. A mess of chewing on your lower lip, just desperately wishing for this feeling to never end. If you could have this for the rest of your life every day, you would. The feeling of him over and over again would be a mantra you would strive for if it always felt like this. 

Your walls were tight around him, and both being so impatient, he thrust forward, bottoming out quickly. A small noise fell from your lips at the feeling of his tip colliding deeply inside, your walls tightening, sucking him in perfectly. 

“Ah, fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his voice enough to make you clench again, stomach fluttering as his forehead softly met yours. 

There was a second, a brief moment where neither of you moved. It was only heavy breathing accompanied by the sounds of the dryers, and you knew it was equally the nastiest but most perfect moment of your life. Then with his lips collapsing on yours once again, he began to move. Pulling out, he trusted back in, rocking his hips against yours. He swore under his breath, dick twitching though he had barely even started. With his lips claiming yours over and over, his hand trailed up along the side of your leg, taking hold of your knee to hike it up along his waist. At the new feeling, the stretch, paired with his dick still prodding, you moaned, the sound loud, louder than you anticipated it to be. 

He laughed, the sound vibrating against your chest. It only got worse as his other hand slipped down in between your bodies locating your clit with ease through your underwear. Pulling out all the way, he shoved himself all the way back in, eliciting sounds you didn’t know you could even derive. Your body arched into his, legs already like jelly as his thumb circled the bundle of nerves slowly, almost too slowly. The feeling of the soft fabric of the underwear only added more friction and you were spiraling at how quickly your pussy tightened around his length. 

He grunted, a string of curse words slipping as he harshly pinned your body back against the dryer, the vibration of the machine only heightening it all further. You wouldn’t last long, you knew that, practically able to hear your heart in your ears, stomach clenching with that familiar knot. Your hands reached out to grip his shoulders, the material of his hoodie curling under your fingers as you held onto him so tightly as if you were trying to mold the two of your bodies into one. 

Moving so quickly at that point, he was reaching that very spot inside you couldn’t do yourself, and it had your head spinning, chest rising and falling, as you desperately craved the high more than even drugs or alcohol. 

“Say my name, baby,” he pleaded then, sounding so whiny as his blue eyes met yours. “Come on. Say it. Say it like you do when you’re laying in bed, hand going to fucking work in between your legs.” 

Sweat gathered along his brow, while the tops of his cheeks were staining red. The sound of the pet name had you almost crying, leg tightening around his waist, as every part of your body seemed lit on fire. 

“Anakin,” you moaned softly. 

“No,” he demanded glaring down at you, “Not like that.” 

He began to speed up his assault on your clit, and you could barely stand at that point, body almost leaning completely back on the dryer. That was enough to get what he wanted as his name began to spill from your mouth louder than it ever had before. 

He swore again, his grunts filling your ears as his palm tightened around your hip. He was moving so quickly, sliding in and out, you could feel your wetness dripping down your inner thighs, the sounds so loud in your ears. His thumb never faltered or stopped as he pulled all the way out and then back in, wanting you to take him in inch by inch. Before you had even realized it, your walls were tightening around him, your stomach clenched, eyes squeezed shut like you were chasing stars. 

That feeling snapped, a lull, and you were a moaning mess as you held onto him, knowing you couldn’t stand on your own. Fingers digging deeply into his shoulders, body relaxing slightly while the orgasm washed over you, he didn’t dare stop. Anakin only pulled out to slam back into you, the flutter of your walls pulling him in over and over again. Chasing his high so desperately, it didn’t take long, until he was stilling completely, cumming inside of you. 

You hadn’t let anyone else do that, but for him, it was a privilege. It was almost like your pussy was promised for him and him alone. His forehead fell down against yours, body relaxing into yours for a moment, only a few seconds, not long enough as your walls pulsed around him, now soft inside of you. He pulled out with ease, the loss of him and the cool air startling you to clamp your legs shut. 

He stuffed himself back into his pants and looked down at you almost proudly, your fucked out gaze enough to have him wanting to take you back to his apartment and keep it going all night long, but you had places to be instead. Smirking, his eyes fell down to your lower half, and he couldn’t resist then. Fingers finding the sides of your underwear, they hooked around them before pulling them down your frame and to your ankles. Though confused, you followed, stepping out of them. 

At the loss of them, you could feel the mixed wetness pooling out of you and down the inside of your legs, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Proud of his handiwork, Anakin reached behind him in his back pocket and took out the red lacy underwear. He held them out in his hands, stretching them as he demanded softly, “Step in.” 

Listening, you stepped into the underwear, the clean red lacy underwear that had started all of this. Then tantalizing as if he wanted to torture you further, he pulled them up your legs slowly, agonizingly slow, and then up and over your butt until they sat comfortably along your hips, surely soaking in what the two of you had done.

Leaning forward, he left a lingering peck on your hip bone, and you sighed at the feeling. He slid your shorts back on next before standing and as he did, you could still feel the flush in your cheeks, reality catching up to you. 

Having exchanged the red underwear for the black ones you wore, he shoved the dirty ones into his back pocket. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t think straight, as your heart seemed to be beating out of your chest. With that smirk, that glint on his goddamn face, he reached forward, thumb pulling your bottom lip free before letting it snap back into place. 

“I expect those panties of yours to remain where they are your whole date, got it? And tell Cole ‘hi’ for me, will you?” 

There was one thing for sure, Anakin Skywalker despised you, or not anymore, at least because, after all, he got the one thing he had been dying of thirst for. He would make sure you never ignored him again, even if it was when you were doing your damn laundry. 

Late night doodle

Colored sketch ✍️

Got to see Slipknot three days ago in Paris, annnd I wanted to draw a lil Joey 🥁

Quick EuroDead

Happy 20th Bday to Maxgraculus ! 🥀

Stay Quiet

Summary: Anakin is asked to be your tutor. The forced proximity forces some tension to be released

Pairing: nerd!anakin x reader

Warnings: kinda awkward reader, smut, piv, unprotected sex, oral(m receiving), stuffing a tie in his mouth, reader is down bad, sub!anakin

A/n: due to this anon's ask. Thank you the lovely @thesassypadawan for giving me this idea 🫶🏼

You were so close to failing your astronomy class. You thought it would be easy considering you love outer space but you underestimated just how difficult it would actually be. Your heart dropped when your professor told you to stay after class. You anxiously watched as the flood of students slowly emptied the classroom.

You almost cried when he said you were in trouble. "You are at a great risk of failing. So to help, I got you a tutor to help you pass my class."

You internally roll your eyes, not wanting to have someone else make you feel dumber than you already felt. But when your new tutor walked in the classroom adjusting his tie, you almost fainted. "This is Anakin Skywalker, he was my best student last year. He'll be your new tutor."

Anakin Skywalker, aka the guy you have been crushing on for most of your college years. He was not popular nor drooled over by most girls but he most certainly had your attention. He was the smartest boy you've ever known which just made him more attractive in your eyes. You loved smart men, and he wasn't ugly in the slightest which definitely added to his appeal.

You've rarely ever spoken to him, only exchanging a few words, but you shared a few classes with him in the past. He's mostly the reason why you're failing. Instead of paying attention to the lectures, you're busy daydreaming about him. It only makes sense that he's the one to be your tutor.

"Hi, I've seen you around before. Pleasure to be your tutor." He gave you a smile that made you weak in the knees.

It was when you notice him glance down that you realize he's holding his hand out and you've been staring. "Uh yeah! Thank you, I really appreciate it!" You shake his hand and boy did you want to hold it longer, maybe even feel it wrapped around your throa-

"So um, is tomorrow night in the library okay? Maybe 8pm?" He clears his throat when you let go of his hand and he adjusts his glasses. You notice him stretch out the hand you were holding in a Mr Darcy manner but you decided to pay no mind to the gesture.

"Yeah! Sounds good!" You say giving him a thumbs up—which you wish you didn't.

-

For the whole day leading up to 8 pm, you were an anxious mess. What do you wear? What do you say? Should you study beforehand so you don't seem like a complete idiot?

You rummage through your closet to find the right outfit to wear. A dress was too formal, sweats were too lazy. A sweater and leggings should be fine right? Once you were finally content with your outfit of choice, you had 30 minutes until you had to meet Anakin.

The campus library wasn't that far from your dorm so you had enough time. You sat on your bed until it was time to leave. Your leg anxiously bounced up and down, waiting for the clock to move.

About 5 minutes passed when you decided "maybe I should just go now. It wouldn't hurt to be early." You grab your bag and head out to the campus library.

The library was pretty empty for the most part, only a few students sitting at the tables and computers. The librarian was wandering around every so often, organizing books and such but she mostly sat at the front desk. You settle into a table in the back away from everyone else. While scrolling through your phone for a bit, you check the time. It's 7:55 which means Anakin should be here soon.

You take out your books and laptop to get everything ready. You check the time again, it's 8 o clock and he's not here yet. "Maybe he's just running a little late." You skim through some of the text and get lost in the equations.

"Yeah I definitely need help."

It's been twenty minutes after your initial meeting time and pretty much everyone has left. You considered leaving too but held on to a bit of hope. Finally, you hear the echoing sound of the doors shutting and fast footsteps wandering around the library.

Anakin turns around the corner and sees you, he sighs in relief as he fixes his tie. "I am so sorry I'm late! I got caught up in a project for my aerospace engineering class and I lost track of time." He sets down his things and messily starts taking everything out.

"It's okay," you give him a reassuring smile. You were a bit annoyed but he could never make you mad for too long. One look at him and you forget all your problems.

"Have you been here for long?" He looks at you with a worried look that he had made you wait for too long. "No," you lie. Thirty minutes past the initial meeting time actually but who's counting?

He gives you another guilty smile, "again, I'm really sorry. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again." Before you could stop yourself, you say, "it better not or else I'll have to punish you."

Anakin stops what he's doing and looks at you, "what?" He chokes out. Your words finally catch up to you and you try your best to recover from the embarassment. "Nothing! Sorry, bad joke," you try to laugh it off and Anakin thankfully let's it go. "Let's just get started." He smiles and takes out the last of his things. While his gaze is away, you curse at yourself in your head and cover your face.

Despite the nerves and previous embarassment, you were really glad that Anakin was your tutor. He was really patient and explained everything you were confused about. He didn't make you feel stupid, he genuinely seemed to care enough for you to understand, which you were very grateful for.

The longer you spent time with him, the more you grew to be comfortable around him. He was really funny, cracking a few jokes here and there as he tutored you. It wasn't until the end of the session that you realized you weren't anxious around him anymore. Gone were your nerves, replaced with a comfortability and confidence

"Well, that's all for today's session." He closes the textbook and starts putting his things back into his bag. "You did really good! I'm proud of you!" Although it shouldn't effect you as much as it did, those words went straight down to your core. He was feeding your praise kink and he didn't even know it.

He stood up to leave but you were quick to stop him, deciding to take advantage of your newfound confidence. "Wait, I wanted to repay you. It means a lot that you took the time and patience to help me," you sweetly smile at him. He has no clue what the rest of the night holds for him.

He waves it off, "don't worry about it! I'm just glad I could help." He's about to leave again but you stop him once more, holding his wrist this time. Anakin's breath hitched and goosebumps formed when he felt your skin touch his. Fuck, was he really that touch starved?

He hadn't felt a woman's touch in ages, too wrapped up in his studies to focus on dating or sex. There was no mistake that you were gorgeous in his eyes. When he found out you were the one he would be tutoring, he had to fight for his life to not get a hard on right there. He panicked when he found out he was late and kicked himself the whole way to the library. He had hoped that he didn't ruin his impression on you.

With your hand still holding his wrist, he fell right under your spell with ease. "What-" he cleared his throat, "what did you have in mind?" He watched as a smirk formed on your pretty face.

"I'll show you." You back him up against the bookshelf behind him. Thankfully it was bolted to the floor so it won't fall. He drops his bag onto the floor and holds your waist when you press your body against his. You lean into his lips a bit, testing the waters to see if he'd pull away, but he closes the gap for you.

You let out a moan, finally getting the chance to feel his lips, and more. As he brings you closer, you could feel his hardened dick against your thigh. You practically salivate at the thought of what you're about to do.

You disconnect your lips and travel them downward to his neck. You loved the sounds of his heavy breathing and the way he'd tighten his grip on your waist when you'd kiss his Adam's apple.

"I want to make you feel good" you pull away to look at him for confirmation, "is that okay with you?" If you had told Anakin that instead of rushing back to his dorm to fix his boner that you'd take care of him, he wouldn't believe it for a bit. He frantically nods, "yes. More than okay!" You were already on your knees unbuckling his belt.

"Fuck," he breathed out when he feels your lips around his tip. He lets out a loud moan when you take him all the way. You pull away, lifting a finger up to your lips, "you gotta be quiet baby. There might be some people here still." He nods and apologizes.

He tries to keep his pleasurable sounds at bay, biting his lip and even covering his mouth with his hand but you just felt so good. It was impossible to stay quiet when you deep throat him like this. You're forced to pull away again when he let's out another loud moan.

You stand back up, much to his dismay and quickly untie the tie around his neck. He doesn't get the chance to question you before you stuff it in his mouth, silencing his moans.

"Now you can be as loud as you want," you wink and kiss his cheek before you get back down on your knees. Thankfully, the tie did muffle his sounds enough so only you can hear them. His grip on your hair tightens when one of your hands lower to massage his balls. Anakin hadn't dated let alone had sex with anyone else besides his first girlfriend but he swore this was the best head he was ever gonna get. His other hand grasped at the bookshelf behind him, trying to grab onto anything to keep him grounded.

Years without sex had him nearing his climax a lot faster than he would have expected. You suctioned your cheeks and he threw his head against the bookshelf as he came, causing a few books to fall down. There's a chance the librarian may hear but he didn't care. How could he when you made him see stars with your mouth?

You wiped your mouth and rose back to your feet. You took his tie out of his mouth, wrapping it around his neck so you can tug his lips to yours. His breath got heavier the more you two made out. His hand scrunched up your hair while his other needily grabbed at your ass.

"You want me to fuck you Ani?" The nickname just slipped out but he could almost cum again from hearing it from your lips. "Yes, please fuck me," he whined out. His tip was throbbing red, still insanely hard despite his previous orgasm. He shuttered as your thigh accidentally grazed him.

You drag him back to the table by his tie and push him down onto the chair he was previously sat in. You stood in front of Anakin as he was quick to drag your pants down your legs, eager to feel you tightly wrapped around his cock.

When he pulled down your underwear and saw how wet you were, fuck, he wanted to taste you so fucking bad. "I want you to sit on my face, let me fuck you with my tongue." He looked up at you with doe eyes. He wanted you to use his tongue until you were done with him, not caring if he couldn't breathe. But as tempting as that sounded, you had other plans, pocketing that thought for another time.

"Next time, I need something else now." Anakin's hopes soared when you said that. Next time? He'll be able to feel this good again? You rubbed the throbbing red tip along your folds, getting wetter by the second. Anakin squeezed the edge of his chair, restraining himself from slamming you down onto him.

Thankfully, it didn't take long for you to end both of your suffering. You slowly slid down on his throbbing member. He thought your mouth was heavenly but holy shit- your pussy will send him to hell for all the things he wants to do to you. Anakin's eyebrows scrunched up and his jaw slacked as you took every inch.

You let out a sigh when you finally bottomed out. You felt like the stars finally aligned feeling him inside you. You lead Anakin's hands to your hips, wanting to feel his touch. He squeezes tightly when you begin moving up and down. A moan makes its way up his throat and you're quick to shove his tie back in his mouth.

While still riding him, you unbuttoned his shirt. You loved the way his breathing hitched as you raked your nails down his abdomen. He wasn't super jacked but you could definitely feel some definition. He slid your sweater off, pleased to find that you only had a bra on underneath. Less clothes for him to take off, the better.

He brought your bra down, removing his tie from his mouth and latching his mouth onto your nippple. Goosebumps formed on your skin as he trailed his hands down your spine and squeezing your ass. You feel him moaning against your tit as he bucks up to meet your thrusts.

You brought one of his hands up to your throat and moaned when he lightly chokes you. "I want you to cum for me Ani." You squeeze at his hair, your lips ocassionally grazing against his. His glasses were fogging up from both of your rapid breathing.

He shook his head, "you first." He let out quick pants as he got closer to his climax. But he needed to hold out, he wanted to feel you clench him tight before he came. He slid his hand on your throat down to your clit and started rubbing fast circles. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you sped up the pace.

"I'm close! Keep rubbing my clit like that! Ugh please don't stop!" You lean your head on his shoulder. The moans from your mouth going straight to his ear, driving him crazy. He thrusts up harder and faster while still rubbing your clit. You cum with a cry, biting down on his neck to silence your loud moans.

Soon enough you feel a gush of warmth inside of you. You could feel Anakin's legs quiver as he shakily groans in your ear. His shoulders immediately hunch over as he drops his head on your shoulder and wraps his arms tighter around your body to hug you,

You place light kisses along his neck. You move your kisses up his jaw and fix his glasses before connecting your lips with his. He exhales in content against your lips. "We'll definitely need to have more lessons," he mutters against your lips, "Tomorrow night...in my dorm."

You smile against his mouth, "that sounds like a plan." While smoothing out his hair, you're now cockwarming him as you two stare lovingly at each other. You loved this man to the moon and back. And you intended to keep him all to yourself.