I feel like last chapter I stabbed y'all in the heart and for this one, I'm just gonna twist it a little bit, cause I'm evil ❤️

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Jealous

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Anakin's POV
"Go ahead and press the button," I encouraged Luke, who had just placed the droid we had carefully assembled onto the workbench, its final tweaks finished. The air was thick with anticipation, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling around us as we stood in the dimly lit room, surrounded by tools and spare parts that bore witness to our long hours of labor.

With a concerned expression, he nodded, his brow furrowing slightly as he reached for the activation switch. The moment felt monumental, as if we were on the brink of unveiling a masterpiece. He hesitated for just a second, glancing at me for reassurance, before he activated the droid. With a soft beep, the droid sprang to life, shaking itself as if it had just stepped out of a shower. The lights on its chassis flickered to life, casting a warm glow in the otherwise shadowy room. "I never thought I'd be able to put a droid back together after taking it apart completely," he said, his voice filled with awe and disbelief.

"Let's be honest, I did most of the work; you just helped a little," I joked, giving him a friendly pat on the back.

He shot me a quick, playful glare, his eyes narrowing in mock indignation. "Excuse me, I was the one who figured out how to reattach the power core without frying the circuits." he retorted, crossing his arms defiantly.

"I'm just kidding. You did great for your first time, you're basically a natural," I replied with pride as I placed a few of my tools back into a drawer.

The droid, now fully operational, began to move around the workbench, its servos whirring softly as it explored its surroundings. It approached us slowly and tilted its head, "It's kind of cute." Luke said, tapping its head as if it were an animal.

"He's a menace," I let out a tired sigh as I raised my comlink to my arm, getting ready to send a message to the frantic owner who had brought this little troublemaker to me, tears streaming down their face. "He's made my bench his home because he has a talent for finding trouble, including a near-fatal run-in with a rancor that he swore he could take on his own." Small droids are much like overly enthusiastic pups, convinced of their own strength. "He's ready," I sent the message, and now we wait. I knew he would arrive quickly; he had been nagging me to finish this for a week now.

"Thanks for this," Luke exhaled, a smile still on his face. "I really needed a distraction."

I crossed my arms and leaned back against the bench, my eyes locked on him. The droid, ever curious, hopped onto my shoulder, its mechanical gaze fixed on Luke before it began to burrow into my hair—an action I chose to ignore. "Do you want to talk about it now that you've had a moment to calm down?"

He leaned against the wall, mirroring my crossed arms. "Not really, it was just some personal stuff. What set me off was Devon's comments to me about it."

I narrowed my eyes. "Devon? As in he was sitting and having breakfast with you two?" I hadn't noticed him there, but I hadn't been paying much attention to anyone other than her and Luke either.

"Oh, yeah," he replied, a smirk forming on his face as if he found the memory amusing. "You should have seen him fawning over your padawan; it was honestly a bit disturbing."

I pressed my tongue against the inside of my cheek, irritation bubbling up. "What do you mean by fawning?" My voice came out more serious than I had intended.

He shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk playing on his lips. "You see, he was praising her choice of robe, telling her how stunning she looked. He practically glued himself to her side—there was hardly any space between them." With each word, my anger simmered, while he seemed to revel in the drama of it all. "And then, he had the audacity to touch her hair, just once, brushing it back from her shoulder as if it were the most natural thing in the world."

I raised my hand, cutting him off. "I don't need to hear any more; I understand perfectly."

Before either of us could say anything else, Cal Kestis burst through the door without waiting for an invitation, his presence filling the room with an air of urgency. His gaze darted around, frantic and searching, until it finally settled on my shoulder, where the small, feline droid BD-1 perched comfortably. "BD!" he exclaimed, a spark of joy lighting up his features as he approached. In a swift motion, the droid leaped from my shoulder to his, and Cal turned to me, gratitude evident in his voice. "Thank you, An. I seriously don't know how to repay you."

I shrugged nonchalantly, a playful grin creeping onto my face. "How about you cover my drinks the next time we go out?" I extended my hand, and we performed the secret handshake we had crafted during that long journey back from the island, a moment that had forged a bond between us. I had come to realize he wasn't half bad—for a padawan. And he was basically the only one awake most of the trip, minus the prisoners who we couldn't help but taunt together.

"Deal," he replied, his smile unwavering as he glanced at BD-1 nestled on his shoulder. "But you really need to stop wandering off. You're only a foot tall, remember? You can't take on a whole Rancor."

The droid let out a series of defiant beeps, its tone reminiscent of R-2, who had been noticeably absent all day. "Maybe we should get him a leash," I joked, causing a brief flicker of amusement in Cal's eyes as they met mine again. The droid, seemingly unamused by my jest, continued its beeping, as if to assert its independence.

Cal chuckled softly, "Thanks again. We should plan another outing soon, before they send us back into the field. Let's bring Luke along." He gestured toward Luke, who had momentarily slipped my mind, his presence overshadowed by Cal's entrance.

In unison, we turned our attention to him, and that's when I noticed the paleness of his face, his eyes darting nervously between us, "Are you okay?" I asked, sensing he was on the brink of losing his composure.

He cleared his throat and nodded slightly, but his gaze dropped to the floor, as if the ground might offer him some solace. "Yeah it's just all coming back to me right now, I think I just need to go and rest," he murmured, making a quick exit past us. "Thanks again, Anakin," he added hurriedly, leaving no room for a response. The door slid shut behind him with a soft hiss.

Cal watched him leave, his brow furrowed in concern, before turning back to me. "What's going on with him?" His voice was low, laced with worry.

I shrugged, equally puzzled. "No idea."

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(Y/n)'s POV
The whole day had gone by without a sight of Anakin, except for that brief instance at breakfast when he whisked Luke away.

As I approached his room, I knocked softly on the door. Moments later, it opened, and before I could say anything, he grabbed my arms and pulled me into the dimly lit room. A surprised gasp slipped from my lips, but it was quickly silenced as he pressed his mouth against mine, his arm wrapping around my waist while I instinctively draped mine around his neck, yielding to the warmth of the moment. The kiss was electric, igniting a fire within me that I hadn't realized was there. I could feel the tension in his body, a mix of urgency and longing, as if he had been waiting for this moment just as much as I had.

As we separated, gasping for air, a smile crept across my face. "What have I done to earn such a welcome?"

He returned the smile, his hands gliding over my skin with a gentle touch. "I missed you today," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "But I must admit, I have a little issue to discuss with you."

My brows knitted together in confusion. "What? What did I do?" I inquired, genuinely perplexed.

In a swift motion, he flicked his hand to the side, sending everything from his workbench crashing to the floor. His hands found their way to my waist, gripping me firmly before lifting me effortlessly onto the surface. "So, how was breakfast with Devon?" he asked, his lips hovering tantalizingly close to mine, yet never quite making contact.

A soft sigh escaped my lips as I replied, "Honestly, I didn't ask him to come. It was just Luke and me, and then he appeared out of nowhere."

"Ah," Anakin remarked, his hands gliding up my thighs with a deliberate slowness. "I heard he was fawning over you."

"He wasn't—" I hesitated, the memory of his overzealous compliments flooding back, "Well, maybe he was, but I only ever said thank you. I didn't do anything to encourage him or give him the impression that I was interested." As I spoke, I felt Anakin's fingers deftly working at my clothing; he cast my robe aside and began to unfasten my pants.

The cool air brushed against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from Anakin's touch. "Are you sure you didn't give him any reason to think otherwise?" Anakin's voice was low, almost teasing, as he leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. The way he spoke made it clear that he was not just curious; he was possessive, and the realization sent a rush of adrenaline through me.

I was convinced, I stated, as I felt him finally pull my pants down, leaving them gathered at my feet, with only the top of my outfit and my underwear left on.

He pushed aside the two long panels of fabric on my tunic, resting them on both sides of my thighs, before wrapping his arms around me from behind, pulling me closer. "I trust you," he whispered, his lips brushing against my neck, sending a shiver through me that made my eyes flutter shut.

A soft moan slipped from my lips, "I certainly hope so."

As his kisses continued to trail along my neck, his hands began to explore the waistband of my underwear, gradually easing them down.

SMUT and it goes on for the rest of the chapter.
Also pretty sure this is one of my favorite smuts I have ever written.

He let my underwear slip from his fingers, allowing it to fall to the floor. Almost immediately, his index and middle fingers began to caress my clit with a tender touch, drawing a deep, heavy moan from my lips as I tilted my head back in pleasure. "You're my girl," he murmured softly into my ear, and with a deliberate slowness, he eased one finger inside me, followed by a second, "Say it."

The words slipped from my lips with unwavering certainty. "I'm your girl." There was no room for doubt in my voice. He withdrew his fingers momentarily, only to plunge them back in with a deliberate motion, curling them just so. He repeated his movements and the sensation ignited a spark within me, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through my body, radiating from the point of contact and spreading like wildfire.

It was a heady mix of exhilaration and surrender, a dance of dominance and submission that left me breathless. My senses heightened, every nerve ending alive with anticipation, I leaned into him, craving more of that intoxicating connection.

The urge to cry out surged within me, yet his lips pressed against mine, muffling my sounds as he skillfully guided me toward the brink of ecstasy. His pace intensified, and just as I felt the scream building within, he withdrew his mouth, the sound of his pants hitting the floor echoing in the charged air—our lips remained locked in a fervent kiss that left us both breathless.

He drew me nearer to the edge of the bench, and I sensed him aligning himself with me, the familiar wave of sensation washing over me as he entered. A gasp escaped my lips, met by a low moan from him that vibrated against my mouth.

He took his time at first, even though this was our second time. My body, however, still needed to adjust to this change, and I found myself thankful at his gentle approach, reminiscent of our first experience.

His movements were intentional, as if he were relishing every moment and sensation. I could feel his warmth enveloping me, a soothing presence that calmed my nerves and allowed me to fully immerse myself in the experience. Slowly, he sank deeper, then pulled back, only to repeat the rhythm. Each motion was a careful exploration, a silent dialogue between our bodies.

Before long, I had gotten used to him again; the initial discomfort faded, replaced by waves of pleasure that washed over me like a gentle tide. "You can go faster," I whispered, breaking our kiss just enough to share my encouragement. My voice was soft, but the urgency behind my words was clear.

Without hesitation, he responded, quickening his pace. The change was overwhelming and filled with electricity. His hands found my hips again, drawing me closer with each thrust, our bodies moving together in a passionate act of desire. The rhythm intensified, and I could feel the tension building, an overwhelming pressure that promised release. Each thrust sent ripples of ecstasy through me, and I surrendered to the sensations, losing myself in the moment.

The outside world faded away, leaving just the two of us entwined in this intimate embrace. I could hear the soft sounds of our bodies moving together, a symphony of breath and skin, punctuated by the occasional gasp or moan. It was a beautiful harmony, one that spoke of connection and longing, a shared experience that transcended words.

As he continued to drive deeper, the heat between us intensified, a magnetic pull that drew us closer. My fingers tangled in his hair, urging him on, encouraging him to explore every inch of me. I could sense the urgency in his movements, and his whimpers and gasps and moans grew more and more frequent.

The tension building inside me was about to burst, and I grasped the fabric of his shirt tightly, my fingers pressing in as I implored, "Please don't stop." A moan escaped me, my head tilting back as he placed gentle kisses along my neck, each soft touch igniting a fire that spread through my entire body. The warmth of his breath sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel the heat pooling low in my belly, an ache that begged for release.

It wasn't long before a wave of ecstasy enveloped me, leaving me shaking, this climax even more powerful than the last. My senses heightened, every sound, every sensation magnified.

"Oh my god," he gasped, his voice thick with desire, increasing his rhythm, his movements growing more passionate. His hands held my hips firmly, anchoring me as he pushed deep inside me, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my veins.

The sound of my name flowing from his lips in the most intoxicating way. He moaned it, a sound that would forever remain in every dream. A heartbeat later, his hand found its way into my hair, fingers weaving through the strands with a gentle caress. He then secured his hold at the nape of my neck, our foreheads touching softly. In that intimate moment, he reached his peak, his expression contorted in ecstasy as beads of sweat trickled down his brow, a soft whimper of delight escaping his lips and echoing in the stillness around us.

We both took a moment to catch our breath, our skin shimmering with sweat and our hearts pounding in sync. "I never thought anything could top that first experience, but I stand corrected," he said, a wide smile spreading across his face as he gradually relaxed his hold on me.

I smiled back, still working to steady my breathing. "If this is how you behave when you're jealous, I might have to encourage it more often."

He playfully tapped my cheek with his finger. "Don't make it a habit. If you want it, all you have to do is ask." With that, he pressed his lips to mine for a brief moment before leading me down. "Come on, I think we could both use a shower."

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