+*:ꔫ:*﹤Valentines day with Anakin (18+)﹥*:ꔫ:*+゚
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A/N: this is a bit of a rewrite of an old piece I wrote, enjoy ;)! And if you like it, make sure to drop a request in my inbox if you have an idea of what I could write next :)
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As the day broke in the home you and Anakin both shared, it was evident that you were the only one that still lay in bed. Once you were able to collect yourself, you sat on the edge of the bed, facing the beautiful view the penthouse provided. This was normal for you, to be alone. Since Anakin was commonly called for Jedi knight emergencies or early morning flights out for checkups.
But as you checked your surroundings it became apparent that today was not the day for you to be so alone, given that it was valentines day. you awoke to several letters from your friends in the galactic republic, detailing well wishes from them during such a romantic holiday. Though, the thought of that now brought on emotions much different than the ones they would have hoped for you. Since you realized that Anakin was nowhere to be found.
With severe reluctance, you hoisted yourself up from the bed you previously sat on and ventured into the kitchen where you’d assumed a droid would be waiting for your order. But as you turned the corner into the dining room, you smelled a beautiful aroma waft from the kitchen. Now, you knew it wasn’t any droid. Perhaps one of the jedis was sent by Anakin to accompany you so you wouldn’t be alone on a day like this. That would have redeemed him slightly in your mind.
Nevertheless, as you followed the scent into the kitchen with much anticipation on who it could be, you were left stunned on who was there waiting for you. It was Anakin? you felt like it couldn’t even be him.. he seemed so out of character.
His usual flowing hair was thrown in a small ponytail, though with some of the hairs not staying put some fell onto his face. He wore nothing as a top, which was very surprising to you, you don't think you'd ever seen him so naked outside of the bedroom. And of course, he wore simple black pants that seemed to compliment his figure even more.
He was heavily focusing on the food being cooked before him, slightly hovering over it as trickles of sweat formed on his forehead from the flame being so close to him. He hadn’t noticed you, but after staring at him for what felt like forever, you were finally snapped out of it when he moved his position over the stove. He seemed to have been done, but still very concentrated on procuring the correct plating and presentation.
As his chiseled back becomes turned to you as he looks for the correct garnish and seasonings, you silently begin to approach him. Once you reach him, you give him a soft back hug, whispering a ‘good morning’ in his ear. That jolted him out of concentration, but soon he began to relax his shoulders as a smile replaced the prior focused frown on his face. He greeted you back as he planted a kiss on your forehead. Asking if you had appreciated what you’d woken up to.
It took a moment for you to understand what he meant by that, but then it clicked. The hair, the shirt (or, lack thereof), the cooking, he had more in mind than just a nice valentine’s day breakfast. Though, being the brat you was, you decided you wanted him to tell you his little plan himself. So you asked, “what do you mean what I woke up to? You were just cooking, right?”.
His eyes grew darker, immediately catching on to what you wanted from him. Before he replied, he removed your hands from his waist and turned to face you. Swiftly taking a hand and lightly gripping your jaw with it, moving your head to make direct eye contact with him. He answered in a deeply toned whisper, their faces an inch apart, “you know what I mean, darling. Simply put, I have ulterior motives. Is that such a crime? Was it not to your liking?”.
you were flustered, frozen in awe ever since he put his hands on you. He knew what he was doing, though you were enjoying it nonetheless. Once you regained your senses, you weren't completely submissive to his will, yet. you teased back, asking, “so what if it was, hm? What would you do to me then, master~” moving your hand to his waist once again as you said that. you watched the subtle shock on his face as that last word escaped your mouth. His tanned skin became slightly red from the shock. you were joking, but he didn’t truly take it that way. Because once he came back to his senses his eyes grew hungry for you.
Before you could say anything else, he lifted you by your thighs and placed you on the table they usually dined at. And as he did so he drew closer to you, so close, you could easily feel his bulge against your stomach, having only a few light pieces of fabric dividing it. As his eyes grew with more insatiable desire, he held you back with one hand, and your jaw with another as to whisper in your ear. He details with a soft but deep, almost silky voice, “well, you’ve gotten what you’ve wanted him? If I must let you know, I was planning on fucking you right here on the table. I cannot tell you how much I’ve missed my pathetic baby moaning my name while riding my cock, hm?” he plants a light bite on your neck as he moves his hand under your gown, “though, I was planning on teasing you much more than this.. but this will most certainly do.”
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