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"You don't have to do all of this," Padmé protests as Aayla wipes her attempt at an eyeliner from her face. Her friend had already done the rest of her makeup, giving Padmé a face that she had never before seen in the mirror.
"Shut up, you're gonna look hot," Aayla argues, crouching down, attempting the eyeliner herself.
"I just don't know if this is really me." Not only the face, staring back at her in the mirror had made Padmé unsure. The short, purple skirt and deep white top that Aayla insisted she should wear are also not her usual choice of wardrobe.
"It's gonna be tonight." She's not sure she believes her best friend. While Aayla looks completely in her element, dark eyeshadow, black hair pulled back in little, black braids and a tight dress that barely covers her ass, Padmé desperately wishes for something to cover herself up with. "Padmé, it's gonna be fun. Anakin knows about the situation and hey— if you want to, he probably wouldn't say no to fucking you." Aayla winks at her. "If he does, i wouldn't."
Padmé scoffs. "I thought-"
"Yeah, yeah. We're pretending." Rush is gonna be there. Rush and the girl he had cheated on her with. Repeatedly. For months. It was Aayla's idea to go, to ask one of her friends for help making her ex jealous. But with the way she's been talking, Padmé's not sure she told the friend they'd be pretending. "Hey, if you don't want to have sex, you don't have to. I'm just saying… live a little. Have fun. See what happens."
"Fine," Padmé gives in. "We'll see."
A tall man greets them at the door about thirty minutes later. Aayla goes in for a hug immediately, leaving a red lipstick mark as she kisses him on the cheek. His hand slides way lower than would be appropriate for friends. Padmé doesn't know if Aayla has any platonic friends though.
"This is Anakin," Aayla introduces the man to her. Padmé can't help but feel intimidated. This is not how she pictured him. He's tall, he's muscular, he looks like a douchebag - needless to say, someone who would never go for her, not if she traded in her eyeliner and skirt for her usual minimal mascara and sundress.
"Padmé," she introduces herself, faking confidence and wondering for a moment if she should go for a handshake when Anakin throws an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into a side hug.
"Come on in, I've heard all about you." His arm doesn't leave her shoulder and so she lets herself be pulled into the kitchen by a guy she's never met. Aayla is joining them in the same room, but immediately starts talking to another person that she seems to know, abandoning her not even a minute into the party. Typical.
"You want a drink?"
"Please," Padmé says, for the first time in her life desperate for a sip of alcohol to calm her nerves.
"Hold on," Anakin says, his touch finally disappearing. She feels like she can breathe again.
"What exactly did Aayla tell you?" Padmé asks, still questioning what exactly her friend had told him. Anakin smiles.
"Said you broke up with that asshole Rush a week ago." He nods towards the living room where Padmé can spot her ex boyfriend. She stares for a second. She didn't think she would find his that fast. Surprisingly, the only feeling she get looking at him is rage. "He's been cheating for a while."
Padmé looks up when Anakin come to stand beside her, completely in her personal space, the side of his body pressing into hers. He hands her a drink. "Thanks."
"Of course. She asked me to make sure you have a good time. And make sure he sees you're having a good time. I told her I think you girls are weird but you know, she can be very persuasive." He wags his eyebrows and Padmé looks down at her drink, taking a sip, humming around the straw.
"This is good."
"It's Aayla's favorite."
"How long have you known each other?"
"Aayla and I? About two years?" Padmé wonders if they've been hooking up for that long too. She knows they do, her friend does not seem to know what to tell and what to keep to herself. Padmé knows way too much about her sex life. She always just shook her head, laughing, but now it feels weird, standing next to a part of that sex life and knowing way too much about this person she has never met.
"Wanna go sit down?" Anakin asks.
"Sure."
They find a space on the worn out couch that is a little too small for two people and Padmé is squeezed between Anakin and the armrest. She relaxes a little when he throws his arm back around her shoulder. There's a lot of people around she doesn't know. His arm starts to feel familiar.
He introduces a few guys around the table whose names she promptly forgets. They are passing around a joint, taking turns taking a drag.
"How do you know Aayla?" he asks and she only notices that the joint had made it around to them when his words are followed by a white cloud of smoke. He passes it to the guy next to him.
"Oh, we've been roommates since freshman year." As if she has heard them talk about he, Aayla strolls into the room, winking at the two of them before shooing one of the guys out of his seat on the couch. To Padmé's surprise he obliges. She can't help but chuckle.
She finds, Anakin is actually quite pleasant to talk to. He's funny, he's smart and he's great at making small talk. She finds out that he studies Mechanical Engineering, that he has adopted sibling and that his favorite ice cream flavor is mint. She pulls a face at the latter, making him chuckle. She completely forgets Rush, the reason why she is her after all.
"You smoke?" he asks, once the joint makes it back around to them. She shakes her head. From the other end of the couch, she can see Aayla make an encouraging gesture.
"Why not?"
"I… don't know?"
"Here, try it," Anakin says, offering the joint. She looks at it, unconvinced. She has never done any sort of drug in her life, can count the times she has been drunk on one hand. She has taken a few hits of Rush's vape before. The thought of Rush makes her care a little less. "I'm right here, I'll look out for you."
For some reason she trusts him - Something she should definitely not do. She takes a drag. Another one when it comes back around. And another. Can feel her muscles relax, doesn't flinch when Anakin drops a hand on her leg. Sometime during the next hour, he pulls her closer, her thighs resting on his lap. He leans over to her ear. "You wanna make this look real, right?" he says, eyes not locked on her but at something behind her. Rush. She's sure. His gaze hardens.
"Yeah," Padmé breathes. Still looking at her ex boyfriend, a smirk spreads on his face.
"We don't have to pretend."
She says exactly what she didn't say she would earlier. "Okay."
His hand slips under her skirt and she would've stopped him but he doesn't care, no one else seems to care so she doesn't care. Before she can think about it to much, his lips are on hers. His kiss is demanding, deep and passionate from the beginning, as intense as his personality and Padmé finds herself craving more before it even ended. His fingers dig into the skin of her thigh, his tongue parts her lips with ease. It messy and probably not at all appropriate for being surrounded by all these people.
He's breathing hard when his hand leaves her thigh, instead cupping her breast through her shirt. "Fuck, you're hot."
She has never been hot before. She has heard beautiful, pretty, even breathtaking, perfect. Somehow being hot, makes her a whole other level of confident. She asks herself if this is how Aayla feels. Her eyes find her friends, who gives her a round thumbs up with both of her hands.
She spends the rest of the night by Anakin's side, laughing, drinking and making out. He gets her another drink and then a glass of water when she feels like she's had enough. As soon as it opens up, they team up to play a round of pool against two of Anakin's friends. She lets him put a hand on her hip, press the clothes outline of his cock against her ass and bend her over the table. His breath is hot against her ear. "If you want, I'll fuck you like this later."
She misses her shot terribly.
It's about four in the morning when the living room starts to clear out. She watches Aayla disappear in one of the bedroom upstairs, followed by a guy and tries not to roll her eyes. Anakin seems to do the same.
She wishes the night wasn't over already. She can't stop thinking about his offer.
"About what you said earlier…"
Anakin turns to her, placing the stack of red solo cups that he had collected on the table. "I've said a lot tonight."
He knows exactly what she's talking about.
"Your offer to… to-"
"To fuck you over the pool table? That one?"
Padmé cheeks burn bright red. "Yes."
Anakin grins. Doesn't ask her if that's what she wants, just pulls her in by her waist and kisses her, slow and deep, the way she's gotten used to. His hands grab her ass immediately, hoisting her up and onto the table.
"Right now?" Padmé asks, eyes wide when he pulls back.
"Why not?" he asks. "I've been wanting you for hours," he says, taking her hand and placing it on the obvious bulge in his jeans. She had noticed it a couple hours ago.
She looks around, finds a figure on the couch. Anakin's eyes follow hers.
"Kit!", he yells suddenly, making her and the man on the couch jump.
"Huh?" he asks, sleepy eyes looking over at them.
"Get out."
Kit stares at them, obviously figures out what they are about to do and gets up with an "Ugh". Anakin raises an eyebrow at her. She simply pulls him down to kiss him again. She can't pretend she doesn't want this as much as he does.
He kneels, suddenly, spreading her legs apart and she suppresses the urge to close them again. To her surprise, he first busies himself with taking off her heels. "What are you doing?"
"Just wanna see how tiny you really are."
She kicks off her heels. She had noticed how Anakin had towered over her, of course she has. Without her heels on, they would probably look ridiculous next to each other. Still, she can't help but think about how easily he can probably pick her up, how huge his body would feel on top of hers, how if he wanted to, he could just manhandle her around. She whimpers at the thought. Anakin smirks up at her. "Let's find out in a minute."
Before she can protest, he has her panties pulled to the side. She gasps, when he suddenly licks into her, not expecting him to want to eat her out. To be honest, she tried not to expect any kind of foreplay. But Anakin groans against her, strong, big hands, grabbing her thighs and pulling her further into him until his moans are muffled against her.
His tongue feels like heaven, licking up her wetness, fucking in and out of her.
"Fuck, you taste so sweet," he says, pulling away to shove a finger inside her. "Bet you feel even better."
"Please," she whines, a hand tangling in his hair. "Wanna feel you."
"Not yet." The tip of his tongue flicks against her clit, pulling little whines from her mouth. "You're not ready."
She tries not to roll her eyes, tries not to think of him as another guy, overestimating his size. Instead tries to enjoy his mouth and his fingers working on her skillfully. He's good, Padmé has to admit. Really good. None of her ex boyfriends could never make her cum like this - or at all - but now, with Anakin, suddenly she feels damn close to.
That is, until he stops suddenly, stands up, hands under her knees pulling her even closer to the edge of the table. She whines. She was so, so close.
"Stop whining," Anakin says, fingers working on his belt. "You can cum on my cock." His jeans clatter to the floor and his boxers soon follow. She watches, unashamed. After all, he hasn't been holding back his stares all night and something tells her he does not mind being looked at.
A little "Oh god" escaped her lips when his cock springs free, hard and leaking pre-cum. He's bigger than Rush, definitely bigger than Rush and even bigger than the toy Aayla had ordered her on Amazon and hidden deep inside her nightstand drawer. Maybe he was right. She doesn't know how she's supposed to take that but dammit, does she want to.
"Hey," Anakin say, fingers on her chin forcing her head up. His eyes are the most intense they have ever been. "I know. But I'll fit. Now, get down from there and turn around, I need to be inside you."
She does what he says without a second thought. His tone was assertive, dominant, almost like an order and she follows it immediately. She could tell from their first interactions, that he likes to be in charge and fuck, does this turn her on. She jumps off the table, looking up at him. Really looking up at him. His eyes, dark with desire widen a little for just a second. She has never had someone look at her like this. Hungry. Dangerous.
"Fuck, you are tiny," he groans, caging her between the pool table and his body, tangling a hand in her curl and pulling her head back until she's looking straight up at him. "Gonna fuck you against a wall next."
Before she knows it, she is turned around. She sticks her ass out a little more than she needs to, bends over the pool table and immediately feels a sharp pain in her left cheek. It takes her a second to realize he had spanked her. He shoves he skirt up and out of the way, does it again and she shrieks. She presses a hand to her mouth that is immediately yanked away.
"But-" Padmé tries to protest, shuts up when she can feel his hard cock slips though her folds. His body is pressed against her, one hand on her hip holding her in place. She has a second left to change her mind but she just pressed back into him. She can feel his tip at her entrance, well aware of how wet she is, how easy it would be for him to push in. He does, just a few inches, nudges the head of his cock inside and she could scream with how she's already stretching around him.
His whole body leans over her, pressing her front into the table, hand on her hip still holding her steady. She can feel his breath at her ear. "I wanna hear you. I don't give a fuck if everyone else does too, Padmé. Let them know how good I'm fucking you. It's nothing they haven't heard before."
She thinks of Aayla suddenly, of her friend being bent over the table instead of her, of Anakin pounding into her, skin slapping loudly. Thinks of a faceless girl, sucking him off on the couch, pulling groans from his mouth, riding him on his bed, moans loud enough for his brothers to pick up through the walls. The thought of just being one of many should turn her off. The thought of people hearing them, knowing exactly what they are doing should turn her off but it just makes her clench around him. He notices.
"Admit it," he moans into her ear, slowly pushing more of his cock inside her. Pulling back out and doing it again. "You love the thought of them hearing you." She whines. He rocks fourth a couple more inches, making her grit her teeth. "…catching you."
"Yes," she blurts out, trying to push back against him. He's teasing her and she can't take it anymore. "Fuck, yes, Anakin. I do." She tries to reach back, to grab his hand off her hip and give her a little more room to move but he snatches it out of the air immediately, his other hand slamming it down on the table, right next to her face, fingers wrapping around it. She stares at it, stares at how they easily circle her wrist, how huge it is compared to hers.
She cries out, instinctively clenching around him when he becomes just a little too much but he bullies his way further inside her pussy without stopping. "You can take it." he assures her. She isn't so sure. "Almost there."
She has never felt as full as the second he bottoms out, his skin finally meeting hers. To her surprise he gives her a moment to adjust. "Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Taking all of my cock. Doing so well."
He pulls out slightly, pushing back in, getting her accustomed to him moving inside her. It feels easy, she's slick and wet around him, causing obscene sounds but oh, so much pleasure. Then suddenly makes her cry out his name when he pulls out, slamming back into her.
"That's what I'm talking about." He straightens up and she misses the weight of his huge body on top of her but then both hands grab her hip, pulling her back into his brutal thrusts and she can't think straight.
"Fuck, look at you. Who would've thought you're such a slut." He scoffs. "Always parading around campus is your little sundresses? So uptight and proper. And here you are, letting me fuck you for anyone to see." He leans down to her ear again, grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking her head back. "You don't even know me, Padmé."
Her hips start to hurt where they're being pushed into the pool table with every thrust, still, Padmé doesn't want this any other way.
"More," she cries. His hand doesn't leave her hair when he obliges, fucking her better than anyone ever had.
"You're gonna let me do this again, right?" he asks and without thinking she nods, violently. He groans. "You're gonna let me fuck you after class? Pull you into a corner and stuff you full of my cock whenever I want?"
"Yes."
"Slut," he says again, another hit to her ass. She can't help the chorus of Ah's every time he slams into her again. It feels like she's being torn apart from the inside but god, does it feel perfect.
A loud wolf-whistle makes her panic but Anakin continues undeterred. She can't turn her head far enough to see who it is, standing at the top of the stairs, seeing her being fucked into the pool table in their living room. She just hopes it's dark enough for them not to see her face. But given her and Anakin's behavior all night, they're gonna know anyways. Anakin notices the wave of arousal hitting her again.
"I knew it." "You like him watching us? Want me to call Jesse down here?" She shakes her head, panic seeping into her again. Anakin chuckles. "I won't. You're mine. All mine. They can look but they're never gonna touch you. Okay?"
This time she nods. "Good girl." To her surprise, he drops a kiss on her cheek. "Do you want me to send him away?" he asks, suddenly caring. She nods.
"Yes, please," she whispers. He straightens up.
"Jesse!"
"Yeah?" the man at the top of the stairs says.
"Fuck off."
He snorts out a laughter. "Fine."
She can hear a door slam shut the exact moment Anakin pulls out of her. She whines again.
"Turn around, I wanna see your face when you cum."
"I'm not…"
"Close? Yes you are."
She doesn't believe him but she still turns, startling at the intense eyes looking down at her, looking way more flustered than he sounds.
She cries out, when he shoves himself inside her again, the sudden intrusion bringing back the sharp pain she had felt earlier. She doesn't care.
Her vision is blurry and she realizes only a few seconds later that she's crying, in pain or pleasure or shame or something else, she's not sure. She is sure that her eyeliner and shadow are smudging around her eyes, leaving back marks down her cheeks. Anakin doesn't seem to mind. The opposite.
"You're so fucking hot. Goddammit."
"Anakin I- fuck, I, Ani!"
"Close?" he asks, smugly. She nods. "Tell me."
"So close, fuck, gonna cum. Please."
His hand drops down to her clit again, rubbing against the bundle of nerves until she cries out his name, pleasure washing over her in intense waves and she cums, hard and drawn out, like she never has before. Like no one has ever made her before. Anakin's smug grin is the first thing she sees when he opens his eyes. "Told you."
He doesn't slow down, too focused on his own orgasm and there's nothing she wants to give him more. She doesn't know how long she can keep going though.
"Too much," she whines, trashing in his grip, still the word stop never makes it past her lips. And he doesn't, keeps pounding into her, chasing his own climax. He doesn't stop, even when she starts whining, overstimulated, tears falling from her eyes faster. No, if anything he becomes more rough, more careless. He moves suddenly, hand on her thigh making sure it stays in place when he climbs on the table with her, elbow on both sides of her head, laying on top of her.
She looks up at him, into his wild blue eyes, golden locks falling into his face, the little drop of sweat rolling down his temple. He looks perfect.
"Do you need me to pull out?" he asks and she can almost see the 'don't say yes' in his eyes. She knows what he's asking - if she's on birth control, if he can cum inside her. She realizes, startling, that they hadn't used a condom. She says the stupidest thing that has ever come out of her mouth.
"No."
"You're gonna let me come inside you? Fill you up, have you leaking til tomorrow morning?" he groans. She nods. "You're not real."
She keeps whining, keeps moaning for him, throws her head back and presses her eyes shut. He doesn't like that.
"Look at me," he demands and she does without second thought. "Fuck, Padmé."
The way he says her name make her feel so, so hot and if she didn't just have the most intense orgasm of her entire life, she is sure she could come again. "Anakin," she whispers.
"Louder."
She tries again, moaning his name out loud and gasping when she suddenly squeezes her thigh, fingers digging into her skin almost painfully. He buries his head in her neck, mouthing on her skin messily and a moment later he slams inside her one last time deep and hard and she can feel him, hot and wet inside her, filling her as he comes, breathing heavy against her skin. "Fuck."
"Yeah," she agrees as she lets her head fall back, wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down with one hard tug. His weight collapses on her.
"Okay, this can't be comfortable for you." he says after a while. "You're basically half my size." He groans at his own words.
"I'm alright."
"Are you?"
She smiles, slides her fingers through his curls. "Perfect."
"Good." He captures her lips in another, lingering kiss. "Just to clarify, you are on birth control, right? Do you need me to get you a plan b in the morning?"
She lays a hand on his arm. "I'm on birth control."
"Okay. Good, that's- I'm sorry, I usually use condoms, I don't know- I'm clean, I promise."
"I trust you."
"Good. I trust you too." he grins down at her. "You wanna go upstairs?"
"Upstairs?"
"Yeah? I mean- you're staying the night, right?"
"I… can."
"Good, cause i haven't made you cum on my tongue yet. And I really wanna know what those pretty lips feel like wrapped around my cock."
Padmé just stares for a second. "Let's go upstairs."
She didn't even realize she didn't think about Rush at all.