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WARNING: SMUT. Male masturbation, mentions of female masturbation. Degradation kink. Shower masturbation. Teasing. Spying.

A/N: Hiii! After giving you such a hard time with asshole Anakin, I thought you guys deserved some heart healing smut lol. Because there's nothing better than to see Anakin squirming. This chapter is dedicated to tpwk_sis , thanks for your constant support on Phoenix love!!

CAST EPISODE IT'S ALREADY UPLOADED! Go look for it, it'll be constantly updated, as more characters appear :) Also, the Phoenix outfit is in the Wardrobe chapter, so when you reach the mark, you can go and check it out :) Fyi, I'm rethinking my posting schedule, maybe I'll change the days, but it'll be twice a week as well.

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Y/n's POV

Bam.

Bam.

Bam.

The constant noise of the punching bag being massacred was almost deafening, isolating me from the outside world. The worn out leather was the only object my yellow eyes could see and it got to the point where my motions stopped being voluntary to become automatic. My forehead was dripping with sweat, so I had to stop to clean myself up and then keep going. My arms and thighs soared, however, the stress reliever that the boxing represented to me was higher than the pain. After the stupid meeting where I found out about Anakin's idiotic decision, I went to my room to throw knifes, imagining that my target was his face. It's safe to say, I've never had a better aim.

And you may think, am I jealous? No.

I just think it's completely rude of him to ask one of my troopers on a date, where it's not only incredibly inappropiate on a professional level, but also disrepectful to me, the person he fucked not so long ago. So I came to the training room, looking to blow some steam with a bit of practice, yet the mat only brought back awful memories, so boxing had to do the trick. And it turned out to be everything I needed. The hard material reminded me of real flesh and the sensation of beating it was really close to a human body. Soon, my mind turned the inanimate item into Anakin and my fists moved on their own.

Bam. On his nose.

Bam. On his mouth.

Bam. On his ribs.

Bam. On his crotch.

I looked at the clock on the wall and I wrapped up my mini session, both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were waiting for me to eat dinner together; it was stew night. I was way too dirty to not take a shower, so after that, I put my hair on a messy bun, some black sweatpants and loose white t-shirt/crop top, the comfiest outfit I could pull together. It was almost seven pm, who needs to be in something elabo- Kytra.

I hated myself for knowing that information, but their reservation was at 7:30pm in a fancy restaurant downtown. Of course he took her to a five-stars restaurant, he was one of the highest ranged men in the Empire. I rolled my eyes when I caught myself thinking too much about their date and headed to the kitchen.

Qui-Gon and Obi Wan were already seated and blowing on their hot plates, waiting for the temperature to lower.

—Finally, your plate was starting to get cold. —Qui-Gon told me as I pulled out my chair. I sat down, with one knee up in the booth and my elbow resting on it. The more important dinners used to happen in the dining room, but when it was as casual as today's, we would just sit in the private kitchen island. Because there are two: the big kitchen, where the cooks would prepare the meals for the troopers and then, there was the private one, just for us.

—Sorry, the hot water was delicious. — My spoon picked up the rich-flavored meat, picking up some vegetables too. I took a bite, savoring the amazing taste. — This is really good! —I widened my eyes, finishing the food I picked up.

—Yes. —Qui-Gon agreed. — The chef really stood up today. —He nodded.

—I really envy you guys, I can't cook even if my life depended on it. I'm sure I would burn down the kitchen. —I swallowed another mouthful.

Our chatter turned out to be lovely and I was having so much fun with them, a little bit of broth leaking out of my nose after I snorted; Qui-Gon's joke being way too funny. It did an incredible job at taking my mind off of my earlier disgust, until Anakin showed up, all dressed up with an elegant shirt and formal pants. Pants! And even before he walked through the door, I could already smell him. His special cologne entered my body and turned a switch inside my head, making me soften at the fresh scent.

—How do I look? —He did a spin on his heels, arms open so we could look at his outfit better. Like a total ass.

—But look at you! This must be a very special girl. — Qui-Gon whistled.

—She is. —Anakin was checking out his reflection on the microwave, styling his hair. — I think we just clicked, you know? —He explained, still giving his back to us, but I could catch a glance of him through the microwave's glass. He saw me roll my eyes and come back to my dish, not before he shot me a wink. Or I think he did. My head snapped at the gesture, except he already turned around and continued to ignore me. I must be imagining things.

— Where did you meet her? —Qui-Gon asked, clueless to the whole situation. Obi-Wan just sat in silence, eating uncomfortably.

—Oh, don't you know? She is one of Phoenix's troopers. —Anakin "casually" commented, earning a glance from me.

—Is she now? Wow, and how good of a soldier is she, eh Phoenix? That she earned the night off. —Qui-Gon joked and began to chew the food in his mouth.

—She is okay. —I shrugged my shoulders salty. My eyes diversed to any point of the kitchen, but his eyes. The tense air could be cut with a knife, the same knife I was going to use to rip off his balls.

—Oh, she is really cool. One of the best, isn't she? Kytra used to be a bounty hunter, really high-paid. —Anakin said, like it was one of the most amazing facts ever. If my eyes could be detached from my body, they probably would be on the back of my brain, due to the amount of times I rolled them discreetly.

—Well, it seems like she is gonna give you a run for your money. —Qui-Gon laughed, but neither Obi-Wan or myself followed up, making him give us a confused look. —Tough crowd, wow... —He elocuted that last word widely.

—Don't worry, Qui-Gon, I like it rough. —He smirked and I pressed on my glass. —So, the outfit, is it okay?

—Depends, what's your goal? Look like a total manwhore? —I cracked, fully squinting my eyes as I drank my water. He focused his stare on me and smirked a little.

—I dunno, will that get me lucky? —He challenged back, but there was a sererinity that made me doubt if he was teasing me or actually asking.

—Well, good luck, son. —Qui-Gon cut off our 1:1 verbal duel and sent him off. —Try not to come back too late, we pushed back that meeting to 8am just for you.

— Yeah, yeah, goodbye, everybody! —and he ran out of the door, on his way to pick her up on the south wing.

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Anakin's POV

I knew I was playing with fire.

After she left me all alone in the training room, I decided to give her some time, I mean, I wasn't an insensitive ass, I was aware that she was panicking about disobeying Qui-Gon. I even tried to talk it out, in case I was able to give her some comfort, yet she refused to meet me over and over again. I couldn't blame her, but I was getting tired.

I understood her uncertainty, I was worried about Qui-Gon too, I've seen how he is when he is angry. It's definitely not pretty. Last time I saw him fumming, we had to restore most of the hangar. However, I didn't think us having sex was going to represent a problem. In the long run, it was that. Just sex. I wasn't planning on falling in love, or having a relationship. A long time ago, I found out that's not a lifestyle for me. I couldn't be held back, there was a whole world to explore... and sticking with just one person? No. As a slave, freedom was not an option. As a Jedi, restrictions were the base of my life. Now as a Sith, I would've damned if anyone controlled me.

Especially Phoenix. She was way too stubborn. And annoying. And nerve-wracking. And the way she came into my life was so abrupt. Just swinging by, earning all of Qui-Gon's praise, and now suddenly being best friends with Obi-Wan. She interrupted my life in two seconds and put it all upside down. I was still mad about it, I didn't like sharing the spotlight with her. In that same line, the only moments where she wasn't all that obnoxious, where she didn't invoke in me a raging hate, was when she was squirming under me, my cock being hugged by her pussy. Maker, since that day, I wasn't able to think about anything else. Her beautiful moans, the way her hair was all spread out on the floor, her sensitive nipples... I was not ready to give up.

I knew that my plan was risky, too risky, especially with someone as proud as Phoenix.

But I needed to let her see that she wanted as much as I did. That our sexual connection was worth exploring, even if it meant breaking the rules.

I was conscious that she needed a little push. Phoenix would never come begging to my door, as much I wanted to see that. She would fool herself over and over, convincing herself of a total lie: that one time was enough. It wasn't. We both needed more.

So that's why I was on my way to pick up Kytra. I felt kinda bad for using her as a pawn for my little scheme. She looked like a genuinely nice person and she was smoking hot. Maybe in another time... But to her disgrace, she wasn't Phoenix. She was not who I wanted.

I highly doubted that when she opened the door to her room, wowing me with a sexy red dress, the tightness of it highlighting her curves. A big smile adorned her face with rosy cheeks, the nervousness vibrating from her. She greeted me with a little hug and the way she smirked let me know what her goal was. Oh boy, this was going to be tough.

Dinner ran smoothly, the food was wonderful and the venue really gave us an intimate environment. And even though Kytra had really fascinating stories and gave her all to get to know me, I couldn't help but to feel... bored. She would agree with everything I said and was not sutil to show interest, dropping dirty jokes every now and then, boobs being pushed shamelessly into my gaze. Maybe before I would have taken her to my room before dessert, hell, I would have fucked her in the parking lot. But now? I couldn't be more uninterested. I think Phoenix broke my penis, because it wasn't getting hard.

When it was time to leave, I paid the check and brought her back to my speeder. Kytra would look at me from the passenger seat with lustful eyes, playing with her hair and biting her lip. I even noticed when she pulled the slit of her dress up, so I could catch a better glance of her legs.

Call me crazy, because I was, but in the process of seeing her, my mind overlapped with images of Phoenix, from that day of our first kiss. Kytra's hair didn't move so freely and pretty as Phoenix's, her laugh wasn't as loud as hers and her eyes didn't sparkle as bright.

That only fed up my need to see her, so when we arrived at the Empire building, I rushed Kytra to her chambers, something she was highly disappointed in; she was sure I was staying. After kissing her on the cheek, I gave my goodbyes and started moving to my quarters. Although I could have perfeclty fuck Kytra (it's not like Phoenix and I had something exclusive, hell we didn't have anything going on), it just didn't feel right, it would only push her further away. I was not exactly sure of what my expectations of her reaction would be either:

Would Phoenix come to my room?

Would she be unbothered?

Would she say something to Kytra?

All my doubts dissipated when I sensed something through the Force... her presence. She was nearby, which was extremely weird given that it was almost midnight and her room was nowhere close to the south wing. Remaining calm, I walked a little further until I caught her hiding behind a pillar, eyes tightly closed and mouth pressed harshly, trying to not make a sound. Bingo. It worked.

—I think it's a little late to be wandering around... —I surprised her and she gasped loudly, squinting her eyes at me.

—Fuck! Don't do that! —she punched me in the arm. Strongly. I hissed at the pain and stroked the part of my skin that was most probably going to be bruised by tomorrow.

—I'm not the one hiding and spying on others! —I whispered-yelled.

—I'm not doing such thing! —She said offended. —I was getting a glass of water, if you must know. —She looked away, cockily.

—Sure, sure. Isn't the kitchen on the other side of the building? —I raised my eyebrows suspiciously.

—I- Uh, umm... Well, I still get lost sometimes. —She shrugged her shoulders and closed her robe. That tiny movement drawn my attention in, making me notice her outfit for the first time (Nightgown #2). She was wearing a see through robe, with a revealing and tiny black pajama underneath. I swallowed at the provocative clothes and did my best to not push her against the pillar and assault her lips like I wanted to.

—I can walk you to your room, if you are lost. —I offered, walking closer and pressing my body against hers.

—Don't you have something to do? —She asked, crossing her arms and putting her chin up. —Or... someone to do?—I chuckled at the pun and I placed my arm above her shoulder, resting my body weight on it.

—Why so interested? —My mouth lowered to her ear to whisper. My hand found the soft, lacy edges of her robe and caressed it, gently touching her skin too. She held on a deep breath and followed the movements of my fingers.

—I'm not. I couldn't care less about how your date went. —She was so cute when she lied.

—Then what are you doing here? —My lips grazed her jawline, careful not to slip too far. I was already succeeding on making her jealous, I couldn't back down.

—I just wanted to come here and ask Kytra if she was okay... I care about my troopers, I would hate it if you overstep your boundaries with her. I know how you can be.—Her eyes challenged mine. I peeked a look at her agitated chest and I saw her nipples showing through the weak fabric of her nightgown.

—Don't worry. I was a gentleman with her. —I assured her, as my hand moved to her waist and stood there. Unlike with you, I want to fuck you in the most disrespectful ways.

—You better. Or else...—When she looked up to me, her lips brushed my chin, giving my skin the signal to send goosebumps all over my body.

—Or else what? —I looked down on her, mocking. My hand lowered to her ass and I gripped it hard, to which she gasped.

—Or else I would have to teach you a lesson. — Oh, please do. I would love to see that. Her leg went slowly up my hip, teasing me, burning me with her touch. I was thankful that her leg stayed quietly on my hip and didn't try to grind, given that if she moved her hips even by the slightest movement, my dick would most likely explode. It was also funny to me how neither of us wanted to take things further, almost like we were waiting for the other to crack.

—What are you doing here, Phoenix? And don't you dare lie, I know you better than you think. — Our noses were touching, my lips barely being able to escape the softness of hers.

—You do? Then what am I thinking? —Phoenix tenderly brushed her hands on my chest, her middle finger playing with the unbuttoned part of my shirt, sometimes caressing my hot skin. Her shields were up, but I didn't need them to read the signs of her body; the hunger in her eyes only proved me right.

—You're debating if I should take you to my room and fuck the shit out of you, or ignore all sense of decency and do it right here, right now. —I didn't stutter and my stare never flinched, even though my hard rock boner was giving me trouble thinking straight. Her lips parted, desperately looking for air.

—You're so full of yourself...—Her eyes dropped to my lips, when my tongue came out and licked them. —Weren't you on a date less than an hour ago? —I could feel her nervous attempts to push me away, but they weren't going to work.

—But did I lie? —I raised my eyebrow, interrupting her.

—Anakin... —She whispered.

—Yeah, princess? —She shivered at the nickname and her body relaxed, almost like me saying it took some doubts away. My nose nuzzled on her cheek, my eyelashes tickling her. — I'm listening....Tell me what you want. —I needed to hear her say it. I was not going to take less than that. The words had to come out of her mouth.

— Anakin, I... —Her hands went up to the back of my neck and played with the loose hairs. I had to hold back a groan when she pulled them lightly, using them as anchors to get on her tippy toes and reach me, the height difference being notorious.

The indecisiveness shined through her eyes and I saw her silently begging me to kiss her. Yet she never tried. She didn't want to make the first move. She was waiting for me. And guess what? It was her turn to chase me. I think she needs more incentive.

—I'm sorry sweetheart, I guess it's too late now. Afterall, you are right. I was on a date just an hour ago.—I brushed her hair, stopping momentarily to rub my thumb on her cheek. I stepped back and led myself to my chambers. I asked the Force to give a strong will to not turn around and fuck her against the wall. Needless to say, walking was torture.

After she recovered from the initial shock, I heard her voice from the back.

—You're such an asshole. — she whispered agaped, I just laughed, trying to hide my own neediness.

I practically ran to my room, careful enough to not be too loud. A tired sigh left my body when I saw the tent that built down my pants during my conversation with Phoenix, my thick shaft being borderline painful. I weighed my options, I could either: A) go back to Kytra's and have sex with her. B) Find a random maid. C) Give myself a handjob. D) Take a cold shower, waiting for it to go down. Number four was the most reasonable out of all of them, so I undressed myself as I walked to the bathroom, feeling the relief of being untamed by the restrictive clothes. I stepped into the shower, the warm water hitting my head first. Just when I was about to change the temperature, a pulse from the Force started to knock inside my brain. Something really hard to ignore, almost like it was calling me.

[SMUT STARTS]

The persistent banging didn't cease, giving me a headache, so I opened myself to it to investigate further.

Anakin...

What is this?

Oh, Anakin, please. Please.

It was actually calling me.

Anakin- Oh fuck, Anakin...

That voice. That fucking voice. I would recognize it everywhere.

It was Phoenix.

My mind forced itself to concentrate more in order to guess what she was trying to say.

Anakin, please. Your fingers feel so much better than mine.

I trembled at the realization that Phoenix was touching herself, thinking about me. My cock hardened even more at the delightful fact and my eyes fluttered shut, my head pushed back. I took a sharp breath when my hand quickened to wrap itself around my shaft, rapid movements calmed my pulsating desire. My imagination had life of its own and ran wild: I started to picture her in her bed, panties around her thighs, being forgotten mid-way. Shirt pulled up, nipples hard due to the cold breeze, the small flicks screaming for my tongue. Legs spread out, waiting for me. Impatient fingers working hard to give her the release she desperately craved, pink slits dripping wet, making me salivate. I imagined her with her back arched and flushed cheeks, all hot and embarrassed of her excitement.

"That's it baby, you're doing great." I whispered to myself, my breath mixing with the steam of the shower.

I wasn't sure if she could hear me back, but I couldn't hold the praise back. I tried with all my strength to break the remnant of her shields, only to confirm that the scenario in my head was compatible with reality. The urgency to see the mess that I created, the sweet sight of her pussy all wet for my cock was eating me alive.

"Fuck, does my little slut need me?" When I got no response, I knew she wasn't listening, but it made this way more exciting.

Anakin, I want you, please, fuck me already. Fuck me with your big cock.

My pace sped up, my hips bucking up to fuck my fist like it was her pussy. It was barely enough, my hand clenching around my cock trying to imitate the feeling of her tight walls hugging my dick. I loved the fact that she was teasing herself just like I would if I was there.

Oh, faster. Please, general, faster!

I stroked my throbbing cock harder and faster, strangled moans filling the thick air of my bathroom. My eyes rolled back and I exhaled harder when I felt the familiar knot beginning to tie up inside me. Her moans and whimpers traveled through our Force-bond and it was like she was right here, whispering them right at my ear. With that great motivation, images of her lips around my cock started to flood my mind.

"Oh, yes, you love sucking my cock, don't you, baby? You love your General's cock.". I groaned, picturing her with teary eyes and drool splashed all around her chin. Once I started to create scenarios in my head, I couldn't stop.

"C'mon, sweetheart, bounce those tits for me. Ride me just like that."

"Look at me when I'm fucking you, slut. I want you to see who's responsible for making you so wet." Her cries intercalated with my fantasies, causing them to be too realistic. I had her smell on my nose, her taste on my lips, I just needed the sight of her on my eyes.

The pulse moved from my head to my crotch, sending vibrations through all of my shaft, letting me know that she was close. I bit my lip and rushed my strokes.

"Cum for me, baby. Let me see how good I make you feel."

Anakin, oh- yes! Yes! Thank you, General!

My lips parted to gasp when my cum shot out, the bliss of her cumming too much for me to handle. I opened my mouth to let out a loud groan and softly moaned her name, praising her for being such a good little slut for me. Waves of pleasure flowed through my body, hitting me over and over, turning my surroundings into a hazy state. I fell back to the tiled wall, catching my breath, the water washing off my cum from my body. When I felt ready enough, I opened my eyes again and stood under the falling water to turn it off. I tried to see if our bond was still open, but the connection was cut off once she came. I walked out and stared at myself in the mirror, my body still wet. I smiled with satisfaction at my reflection, proud that my plan was working.

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A/N: YOOOOO ever since I had this idea I've been dying to write it!!! Sending images through the Force is such a powerful tool and I'm gonna use the heck out of it. 😎 Thoughts on the smut?

Also I lowkey feel bad for Kytra, don't worry, she will be fine, he's not gonna cheat on her or anything :) And buckle up, we are gonna see teasing Anakin for a little while, just until Phoenix gets her revenge 😈

The interview chapter will be posted next week! Thanks to everyone who has been asking questions! Remember that my DMs work too, don't think you are bothering me or that I will get mad, I understand when one is shy :) ❤️ In case you have more questions, this is a good chance to leave them ->

Thank you for dropping by, sweeties! I appreciate your presence so much! ❤️

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