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(y/n)'s POV
He was leading me into what he called his torture chambers, though I couldn't quite understand his reasoning for bringing me here. He hadn't told me.

We stepped into one of the small, vacant rooms, which reminded me of the place where I had faced Thrawn. This room was distinct from the others; it didn't have the thick glass that overlooked the hallway. Instead, it featured bare concrete walls and a solid concrete floor, with chains and shackles attached to the walls.

He closed a heavy metal door behind us.

I turned to him, my curiosity overwhelming me. "What are we doing down here?" I asked, feeling the intensity of his gaze.

"Get up against the wall," he ordered, his voice sharp and commanding. My heart raced as I complied and backed up until I felt the cold stone through fabric of my clothes. He moved closer, studying me intently. "Now, take it off."

A slow smile crept across my face once it became clear to me why I was here. "No."

His eyebrow arched in surprise. "No?"

"Maybe I don't want you to touch me anymore," I replied with a casual shrug. "I saw all those girls up there. How can I trust that you're even clean? Hm?"

He let out a soft laugh, closing the distance between us until his body was nearly pressed against mine. "I was a very careful man. I never kissed them and I definitely never let them touch me without protection, so no need to worry. You have been an exception to those rules of mine," he whispered, his lips hovering just above mine, teasingly close. "Now, please, take it off."

Our breaths intertwined as our lips softly brushed against each other. "What if I say no again?" I playfully challenged him, leaning in closer until our foreheads touched and our lips were closer.

"Then," he sang, his finger gliding along the side of my neck before trailing down to the zipper of my dress. "We'll head upstairs to see what's for dinner. But—" His minty breath captivated me once more, "You really don't want to say no, do you?"

Absolutely not.

"I can see your heart racing; your vein is pulsing in your neck with every beat. You keep forgetting to breathe, and your palms are getting sweaty from the nerves. I bet you're feeling very—very excited between your legs." He held onto the zipper, waiting for my signal to continue.

Gently, I took his hand and squeezed it tightly, then guided it down so we could undress me together. His breath hitched in his throat before he closed the gap between our lips and kissed me.

SMUT

He shoved me firmly against the wall, and as the zipper slid all the way down, he pulled it off me and let it fall to the floor. When I stepped out of it, he kicked it aside and broke our kiss. His gaze roamed over my body with desire before shifting to the space behind me. A devilish grin spread across his face as he took my hands and raised them above my head, securing them with chains—gently kissing sorts of my face as he did. He then did the same with my ankles, leaving me exposed against the wall like an Angel. "I can't wait to play with you," he said, his fingers softly tracing my cheek.

I swallowed hard, "You won't hurt me, will you?" He told me he was going to go easy on me I'm the beginning only, and I was a little nervous about what that meant.

"Not at all. I'm here to give you a taste of heaven, since neither of us will ever truly reach it," he pressed his body against mine, and I could feel the hardness of his underwear. "Feel free to scream," he whispered in my ear, stepping back with a playful smirk. He began to shed his robe and clothes, leaving only his boxers that clung to his erection.

I could hardly believe my eyes at the sight of him and his perfection; how could someone like him exist?

He moved closer again, rubbing against me, and a moan slipped from my lips. "Do you want me inside of you?" he murmured softly against my mouth.

I nodded eagerly, "Yes, please." A rush of heat coursed through me, and I could feel my underwear becoming wet just from his words alone. His voice, smooth and silky, was intoxicating—like sex for the ear.

He let out a low chuckle as he pressed his lips against my neck, sending shivers of longing through my body. "Tell me you want me," he whispered, his teeth grazing my skin, making goosebumps rise all over.

"I want you," I gasped, fighting the urge to rub my thighs together for some relief, but the chains kept them apart.

"Now tell me you need me." He playfully bit my neck, and I couldn't help but moan as he trailed kisses down my body, stopping at my underwear. With a swift motion, he tore it away, and I didn't even mind that it was my favorite pair. I'll make him buy me more.

He pressed his tongue against me, slowly licking up and down, and I moaned in pure pleasure, gripping the chains that bound my wrists.

"I need you." I squealed as I felt his fingers tease me for just a moment, leaving me wanting more. He kept going over and over again, making me almost want to scream. His fingers moved slowly at first, until he picked up his speed and curled them just right to send a jolt of pleasure through my body.

He looked at me with a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You always taste so good," he said, rising to his feet. He brought his fingers, wet and warm, to his lips, savoring the taste of me. "Want more?"

I nodded eagerly, "Yes, please."

His smile widened. "I love it when you beg." He leaned in, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. I felt his hand glide down my belly, finding that sensitive spot again, where he began to draw quick circles, whispering against my mouth, "Who do you belong to?"

"You," I managed to reply, my voice muffled by the kiss. It was a kiss I wished would last forever, sending butterflies fluttering in my stomach and igniting a fire that begged for his touch. The mix of sensations was overwhelming, sending shivers through my body and brining fire to my nerves. He made my body feel a way I never knew was possible, it made me comfortable, it made me love myself and this.

Then, I felt him pressing against me, just the tip entering before he pulled back, teasing me further. I groaned in desperation.

"Again," He broke the kiss, trailing soft kisses along my jaw before sucking on my neck and no doubt leaving marks.

"It's yours," I moaned as he teased me again and only out in the tip, "Please, put it all the way in." My body cried out for him, desperate for more.

He knelt down and carefully took the chains off my ankles. Standing tall, he lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist. "You know the safe word," he whispered, bringing his lips close to mine. The safe word we had agreed on for moments when things felt overwhelming was 'yellow.' He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed inside me completely, a cry of pleasure escaping my lips, "Oh wow." He groaned as he began to thrust in and out, his hands gripping my hips while my legs stayed locked around him. He raised his gloved hand and gently wrapped it around my neck, applying a soft pressure that sent waves of bliss through me.

With each thrust, my back hit the wall, and my moans filled the room, echoing into the hallway. I didn't care if anyone heard; I was lost in the moment.

He leaned in closer, his thrusts steady and relentless. Our lips met in another sloppy kiss as we both moaned into each others mouths.

"Harder," I breathed against his lips, and he responded by increasing the intensity of his movements. My back scraped against the wall, but the pleasure I felt made it all worthwhile.

"Oh my- fuck, you feel amazing. I'm so close already." He gripped my hips tightly and thrusted in and out of me quickly and aggressively. His moans grew louder as he quickened his pace.

"Don't you even think about it," I threatened in a cry, not ready for this to finish just yet.

He quickly pulled out of me and dropped to his knees, keeping me steady as he took my clit into his mouth. He sucked gently but insistently, and the pleasure was damn near overwhelming, almost making me lose consciousness. I had never screamed out like this before, and soon I could sense the waves of an impending orgasm rising within me.

"Anakin," I moaned, my tone getting louder as my breathing became rigid and uneven, "I'm close."

He pressed his fingers into my back, keeping me steady while he continued to savor every bit of me. The pleasure that had been building inside me finally burst through me, and I trembled as I cried out his name, my eyes rolled back in my head from sheer ecstasy, the world around me fading into a blur as I surrendered completely to the moment.

He stood up, his eyes locking onto mine, and for a brief moment, I found myself lost in the intensity of his stare. My heart raced, and a shiver ran through me, yearning for him. Slowly without a word being said, he leaned closer, kissing me deeply. Our tongues intertwined, and I felt him enter me again, both of us gasping at the sensation. He continued to kiss me, increasing his rhythm until the sound of our bodies hitting together echoed in the room.

As he pulled away, his expression transformed into one of pure bliss, "Fuck baby," I felt him release inside me, and he let out a soft, sweet moan, pressing his forehead against mine. His thrusts slowed, but he still moved in and out, the air thick with the scent of our passion. Finally, he withdrew and gently placed my feet back on the ground. I could feel his cum trickling down my legs. He took a bit of it on his finger and brought it to my lips, saying, "Be a good girl for me and suck." He pressed his finger into my mouth and watched me as I slowly sucked his fingers clean—he licked his own lips as he watched.
(No freaking out about a baby comments, she is not going to get pregnant and  I will address why she will not be getting pregnant anytime soon, later.)

SMUT ENDS

At last, he withdrew his finger from my mouth and held my jaw firmly. "You were exceptional."

"And so were you," I replied, giving him a sweet smile. He returned the gesture, his smile warm, as he raised his hands and freed my wrists from the chains.

I rubbed my wrists, which were red and slightly swollen, but I doubted they would bruise. "What the hell, (y/n)? I told you to use the safe word." His voice held a mix of concern and frustration. I felt his fingers brush against my back, and I flinched at the slight sting.

"It's okay, it was worth it," I said with a shrug, being honest. Just a few scratches, nothing serious. If anything I would compare it to a small rug burn.

He let out a sigh. "This doesn't look okay; you have scratches." I could sense the guilt in his voice. Turning to him, I placed my hand on his cheek, just like he often does for me. I hoped it would bring him the same comfort it gave me. It seemed to work, as he visibly relaxed and leaned into my palm.

He looked down at me with an expression I had never seen on him before. "I promise it's fine, I enjoyed every moment of it," I said. I smiled and leaned in, pressing my lips against his. As soon as they met, I felt those familiar butterflies fluttering in my stomach. My heart raced as he held my hips and stepped back until his back hit the wall. He ran his fingers through my hair, his hands gentle and warm, while our lips moved together in perfect sync.

Just like the kiss before, I wished this one would last forever. The sensation was beyond words.

Being with him means everything. Holding him means everything. He means everything.

In that moment, I realized I might have broken my promise. That maybe this was more than a simple crush.

That maybe, I was starting to fall in love with him.

Fun stuff, also I haven't addressed it yet but birth control will be y/n's best friend so NO FREAKING OUT about a pregnancy. ❤️