Byunnue - Hayden's Baby🫶

Pick your poison, babe ❥ Fratboy! Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Warnings: friend giving immature advice, foul language, sorta toxic ani, jealousy, oral (F), unprotected sex p in v, praise kink, dirty talk, hIckeys, pet names, brief handjob, mention of neighbors masterbating, lying, they’re in college, ani is a frat boy who plays football, miscommunication. not proofread bc i’m ashamed that i wrote so much smut.

Summary: You told Anakin you love him and he said “Ok” which leads to no communication for weeks. (sorta inspired by Friday night lights aka Tim and Lyla meets Chuck and Blair from Gossip Girl with a hint of imgetyouback by taylor swift)

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You and Anakin had a very tough relationship, situationship to be exact. It often revolves in sneaking into eachothers dorm room, having mind blowing sex, ending with an argument, forgiving each other the next day and repeating the cycle.

The arguments often always about where this relationship stands. You want to be with him of obviously, you didn’t want him to see other girls. He on the other hand is scared of commitment, not because he wants to date other girls, just because he didn’t wanna mess up, do something stupid and lose you for good.

But this time it was different. It's been three weeks since you and Anakin have talked after your biggest argument. You told him that you loved him expecting him to say it back, but he just said “Ok” which made your blood boil with anger. He got annoyed at your grumpy attitude you were giving him which led to a heated argument.

It left you leaving his dorm room a sobbing mess. It was embarrassing walking down to your dorm while mascara ran through your cheeks. While people stare you down, rumors soon were flying around what happened between you and Anakin. Everyone knew you two were seeing each other.

The morning after you left him like a hundred calls and messages but he didn’t reply. After a couple days of your calls, text messages and acting desperate. You took it as a sign he didn’t wanna talk to you anymore, so you stopped all communications.

Currently you are lying down on your soft pink bed, with your head laying on your soft squishy pillows, thinking about Anakin.

You let out a loud sighing causing your roommate Isabella to look at you through the mirror with concern.

Isabella, loves you like a sister. Both of you guys are really close actually but Isabella is already tired of hearing you complain about Anakin the last couple of weeks.

“I think it’s pathetic how I am still hung up on his lame ass.'' You groan, as you reposition your body, so now you're sitting down against your bed frame while you grab a Vogue magazine from your bedside table and flip through it trying to clear your mind.

“I mean you were in love with him, It takes time to get over someone you love.” she replies, blending out with makeup while still looking at you through the mirror. You glance at her with a pout forming on your lips.

“Just show him you got options, that’s how I did it with James and now we are dating.” she states, with a cocky laugh, Isabella always knew how to make a boy want more. Keep them crawling back.

“Yeah I could, but the problem is… I have no options.” you sigh, throwing the magazine aside. You are a very beautiful stunning girl and receive attention from all kinds of boys but you always rejected them because you want Anakin’s attention.

“So? just lie.” she smirks at you while applying her baby doll blush. “Oh! use the basketball team, the football players hate them.” she giggles trying to help you come up with ideas.

“Maybe you're right, I mean Nathan is always hitting on me.” You admit with a nervous laugh.

“Oh yeah Anakin hates Nathan, it will make him come crawling back, seeing that you're moving on. Especially with someone he hates.” Isabella grins applying mascara to her long lashes.

“Let’s get you all dolled up for him, go to this dumbass party and get him back” Isabella speaks with her flashy smile.

You quickly get up from your bed and sit on the vanity chair as she starts to do your makeup. After a few minutes you start thinking about everything that went wrong.

“He could have said “Me too” instead of saying “ok” I feel like an idiot.” you trail off as she applies foundation to your skin.

“Seriously, It’s been weeks. He’s literally a frat boy who plays football. What did you expect?” She lets out with a smug look, blending out the foundation with a beauty blender. You took it as a sign of defeat and shut up until she finishes your makeup look, before moving on to your hair.

“Thank you isa, you did a good job” you smile at the mirror, she hums in response. “Get dressed into something hot, and apply some of that perfume he likes and lets out” she flutters her eyes on you admiring your angelic features.

You quickly change into a mini dress you knew Anakin wouldn’t be able take his eyes off you. You and Isabella leave soon leave to the party.

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The smell of sweat and beer makes you feel sick. You're either going to regret ject coming here or be thankful.

Isabella quickly leaves your side to go talk to some of her other friends. You take a deep breath and walk over to the bar and order a drink before Anakin shows up out of nowhere catching you off guard with a beautiful girl by his side.

Making your stomach drop and getting a sour look on your face, imagining him with other girls makes you feel nauseous. How could he move on so fast?

“Ani” you give him a half-smile feeling your stomach twist in knots, the girl was stunning.

“So how have you been?” you ask nervously, glancing at the girl next to him, trying to keep eye contact on him but you couldn’t.

“I've been good. This is Hazel” he introduces the girl to you, you give her the most fakest smile ever. The girl gives you a odd look before she leaves to go talk to some people. You could roll your eyes at the slight off her but you bite your cheek.

“So is she-“ you start to speak before he cuts you off.

“No, she’s just here trying to make her ex jealous and I offered to help.” he replies, biting his bottom lip. what the fuck?

“And you sweetheart, who are you here with?” he replies smoothly changing the conversation thinking you aren’t seeing anybody.

His cocky persona makes you so angry, you could strangle him. You quickly remember Isabella's words. Just lie and say you're seeing someone. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea because of the sour look you still have on your face after seeing that girl.

“I’m sorta seeing this basketball player, Nathan actually.” you smirk out gaining confidence out of nowhere and looking up at him, he was taken back with your answer, he bites his bottom lip letting out a hazy laugh.

“You're lying through your teeth, sweetheart” he says with that smug look on his face. God how hot he looks.

“I'm not. I’m being serious.” you lied biting your tongue. How did he know you were lying? Isabella's plan was failing.

“You make that face whenever you’re lying” he points out as he wraps his one hand around your waist pulling you closer to him. His other hand gently grabs your chin making you stare up at him so he can examine your delicate features. His action makes your mind go fuzzy. “Ani-“ you whisper out, breathing in his cologne that makes your knees go weak as his slender fingers trace in your jawline.

“You're still number one, the best I've ever had, I’ll trade you for any girl here any day. You don’t have to make me jealous angel, I’m right here for you.” he whispers in your ear, making you whine at the sound of his sweet voice.

You knew that you were falling deeper, you needed to be strong but the smallest touch from him makes you so vulnerable.

You took a loud breath, gathering last dignity you have in youself. “Anakin.” you let out. He knew you were being serious, because you always called him Ani. “I can't do this…” you sigh, getting out of his grip. He quickly grabs your wrist before you can leave.

Dragging you away from the party, he pushes aside all the sweaty bodies, making people groan with annoyance at his actions. “Ani, where are you taking me?” you mumble out. Now both of you two are outside away from the party, the pale moonlight reflects you two, you guys can hear each other perfectly now, without the loud music.

“What is it?” you speak softly looking up at him.

“I’m sorry-” he apologizes before you cut him off.

“No! I told you that I loved you and you didn’t even care then you hid… I’m sorry I can’t do this right now.” your eyes begin to well up with tears as you try to leave the scene before he grabs your wrist again.

“Let go of me” you speak with your voice breaking down, trying to pull away but his grip was strong on your delicate wrist. Hearing you like this breaks his heart.

“Listen… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I loved you, when I knew I did. I'm scared, that’s why I ghosted you. No words truly could make up for what I did. I never felt this way for someone until I met you, it’s all new to me. Trust me sweetheart” he confesses with his blue eyes starting to get glossy, as his finger moves to your face swiping away any strands of hair.

You never seen this part of Anakin, he’s always so cocky and without a care in the world. Tonight you saw a genuine soft side of him. Making your heart skip in beats.

“You're being serious? This isn’t one of your little games right?” you question playing with the hem of your short dress, not wanting to get hurt again.

“I love you” he smiles as his hand caresses your cheek in a reassuring way, before pulling you into a kiss. A long awaited kiss. You've been craving for weeks now.

“let’s go to my dorm, my roommate is spending the night at her boyfriend's place.” you smirk pulling away making him do a boyish grin. Grabbing his hand guiding him to your dorm room that wasn’t that far away.

The walk to your dorm was quiet but it wasn’t awkward, the both of you were just enjoying each other’s company. The sexual tension was killing you. All you wanted to do was arrive at your dorm and make up for any lost time.

You arrive at your dorm quickly getting the keys from your pocket, trying to open the door as fast as you can. You finally manage to open the door, pulling him inside.

He quickly wastes no time and pins you against the door making your back thump against the wooden door. “Sorry my love, i’m getting ahead of myself” he muffles out between kisses. The new pet name could make you drop to your knees right now and suck him off.

His lips slowly move to your jawline nibbling softly as his right hand moves to your waist tracing circles with his fingers. He knew all the right places to touch you.

He soon moves down, kissing your neck as you lean your head back on the door giving him access to roam your neck. He starts to softly suck on your soft spot and you whimper.

“I miss this. I miss you” you ramble on, lost in the small pleasure he is bringing you. You feel a familiar sensation of heat down there.

“Shush sweetheart let me take care of you” he reassures you by unzipping your dress before it falls down to the ground as you kick off your shoes.

As he turns you around and guides you to your bed. He pushes gently so now your back is on your bed all that is left on you is a lacy white bra and soft delicate lacy underwear. He takes a second to examine your body before getting on the bed and hovering over you. “I miss the sight of you like this, you on your pretty pink bed. I dreamt about this every night, getting you this whiny and perfect for me again” he admits, there are strands of hair covering his forehead, making him even more gorgeous.

His mouth soon meets with your collarbone, gently sucking on it leaving love bites making your mind go dizzy, one of his hands is behind your head, the other is holding your waist. A small moan escapes your pouty lips. Before he unclipps your lacy white bra, pulling it off and throwing it aside. “I missed your tits” he moans out at the slight of them, before kissing them softly.

He goes more down on you as his face meets with your inner thighs he presses soft warm kisses on them. His face is so close to your throbbing core, he pulls off your panties and throws them behind him.

“Please Ani, I need you” you whine out just wanting to feel his lips around your core. “Only because you ask nicely” he whispers softly as he begins sucking on your clit, making you let out a loud porngraphic moan. One of your hands is gripping on to your pink bed sheets, the other hand is softly tugging on Anakin’s curls making him groan loudly. You know your neighbors will glare at you in the morning but you didn’t care, your mind was on the boy between your legs.

He continued to lick you away, before he adds two fingers and begins to pump into you. His tongue is doing wonders down there.

You felt your mind goes foggy with all the pleasure. “Ani i’m close” you whine out running your hand through his soft hair. “Cum on my tongue sweetheart” he whimpers out wanting to feel your warm liquids on his tongue.

He guides you through your orgasm, “You taste so good.” he moans out as he keeps sucking away at your core, his fingers get faster driving you over the edge and releasing, making him moan at the slight of the warm liquid coming crashing down like a waterfall on his tongue.

He licks you clean before returning himself to your face with his boyish grin splatter on his face. Making your lips form a smile at the sight of him. God you really did miss him these couple of weeks.

“Hi” you giggle out playing with his hair. “I missed seeing your pretty face.” you grin out, making the blue eyed boy laugh softly as he caresses your cheek with his hand. “You think I am pretty?” he teases, as you nod before he kisses you making you taste your liquids that remain on his soft lips.

you begin taking off his shirt and run your hands through his toned abs. It was currently training for football so he was getting back into shape, God how beautiful his body is.

Your hands makes its way down to his bulge, your hand grinds against his jeans, making him groan your name. Your hand is now at his belt, as you unbuckle it and throw it aside, you unzip his pants and he kicks them off. Leaving him in his underwear, you quickly pull it away without pulling away from the kiss.

As your hand rubs the tip before stroking the shaft. Making him moan into the kiss, he reaches for your hand and brings it back to his face.

“Wrap your legs around my waist” he grunts pulling away from the kiss, you obey his command.

“Are you ready?” he speaks with desperation in his voice, as you nod quickly, pulling him into another hungry kiss.

He begins to thrust inside of you, while your hands are running through his curls. “I forgot how tight you are” he hisses out between kisses rolling his hips inside of you.

“please don’t stop” you whine out feeling your mind go dizzy, you're already seeing stars.

“it’s okay, i'm right here, I got you” he manages to reply back, thrusting faster inside of you. You really missed this.

"Arch your back for me." he whimpers out as you obey his order, within doing this he hits your g spot. Driving you over the edge letting out a very loud whimper.

“Do that again-mhm, just like that shit, right there Ani.” you moan out as he does that motion again. He’s fucking you so good that you’re struggling to kiss him back.

You feel your orgasm coming. “Ani I’m close” you cried out as your nails were running through his back. Your walls are closing on him making him moan out your name.

“C-Can I cum inside of you” he pleases.

“I want you to, I need you to. Please fill me up Ani.” your breath is hitch at every thrust he makes.

“That’s what I like to hear, mhm fuck, that’s my good girl” his pouty lips let out as he begins to suck on your neck, marking you.

“I’m cumming Ani” you moan out as your body starts to shake as you release, a few seconds after he also cums, your juice and his juices come crashing down together like waves.

The room is just filled with loud pornographiac moans coming from both of you. Anyone who was in the hallway or room beside you could definitely hear due to the thin walls.

He pulls out and flops next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to him. Both of you were a sweaty mess but you didn’t mind.

“God I miss you so much.” he admits, as he catchs his breath. As he starts to play with strands of your hair, wrapping your soft hair around his finger.

“I’m never letting go of you, ever again.” he smiles

“Good” you reply, grabbing him into a small kiss before pulling away.

“I love you” you speak caressing his cheek, looking at him with your doe eyes. “I love you more” he replies smiling with his boyish grin.

“Not possible” you giggle out.

“Yes possible” he replies kissing your nose making you wrinkle it.

“My neighbors hate us, you know?” you softly laugh.

“Well they definitely were jerking off to our nosies, especially your pretty moans.” he snorts out as your jaw drops, as you softly smack him against the shoulder. “Don’t say that Ani”

“Hey i’m just saying… come to my football practice tomorrow?” he asks changing the conversation with a goofy smile.

“Yes, of course, boyfriend” you grin ear to ear, you waited so long for this moment. When you can finally call him yours.

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an: what the heck. this is the most I ever written. Enjoy! i love frat ani :)

i'm about to start chewing concrete

Just Practice: Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Modern Best Friends AU) Ch. 1

Summary: Anakin is your best friend, the one person you can't survive without, and you're about to go to different colleges. You bring up your worries about your inexperience and he offers to help.

NSFW!!!!!!!

[Ch. 1], Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4

Chapter 1: Kissing Practice

The August air was humid and thick, even though the sun had already set, and you could feel the sweat dripping down from your bike helmet to your forehead. You'd bet anything that the mosquitoes were out in full force, but you were speeding too fast on your bike to get caught by one of them. The hot wind whipped your face as you went downhill on the road toward your house, but you felt another breeze beside you. Your best friend, Anakin. He's a competitive little shit, has been since you were kids. Luckily, you're pretty competitive too. You pedaled faster, faster, faster, faster, jolting over the bumps where potholes were asphalted over and cracks in the road had worn deeper into the road. There's no sidewalk out here, just tall grass on either side of you.

Anakin let out an evil chuckle as he passed you, just barely, and you rolled your eyes and doubled down. He's gained on you, more than a little, and you thought you might just lose your bet. You looked to your right, trying to find a way to get just a little bit of an edge. When you turn right in a quarter of a mile, onto your street, you might gain just a half second on him. It could be enough to win. But as you looked at the street ahead of you, something caught your eye in the grass. Something moving.

You slammed down on the brakes, digging your worn sneakers into the ground as you skidded to a stop. You were planning to buy new ones next week, anyway. Anakin shot past you, racing ahead with a whoop of joy. He turned around to stick out his tongue at you, but saw you had stopped and were no longer focused on the road at all. He circled back to you, still panting from the race, and climbed off his bike to face you.

"What's up?" He turned to look at you, concerned and curious, but you were focused on something else entirely. In the tall grass, as the sun had set, fireflies had begun darting in between the stalks, peeking out slivers of their light. You hadn't realized how dark it had gotten on your way back from the gas station, but the stars were already out. It was a beautiful night, and you wished you could capture it, bottle it up and keep it on your shelf. A little slice of home, the last one you would have for a while. You vaguely registered that Anakin was saying something as you stared out at the fireflies, but you were just thinking about how you probably wouldn't see the stars like this, or fireflies at all, for a good while yet. The thought made your heart ache.

"Helloooo?" he singsonged, "Anyone there?" He waved a hand in front of your face, and you snapped out of it. You looked up at him, and he smiled that lopsided smile you knew like the back of your hand. 

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Just thinking," you replied somewhat absently.

"Well, let's get home, Socrates. These slurpees aren't getting any colder," he said, shaking the cup in his hand (Mountain Dew Freeze, his favorite) to make his point. 

"Fine, fine," you conceded, smirking. You saw your opportunity and got back on your bike. "Last one there has to do the dishes!" You put your foot on your pedal and pushed, getting your momentum started. He called out after you in protest as he scrambled onto his bike and tried to catch up, but it was too late. A quarter of a mile later, when you pulled into your street, and then turned onto your driveway, he was just a second behind you.

"No fair!! You cheater!" He yelled as you unclipped your helmet and did a little victory dance. You both dropped your bikes in the grass next to the driveway with a slightly concerning thump, then headed up the stairs to the front door. You opened the screen door with a creak--you should remind your parents to oil that hinge, you thought--then unlocked the front door. 

The AC hit your damp and sweaty faces with a delightful cool breeze, and you sighed in joy. Cold. Cold. Nice. Ani had always hated the heat, as did you. You were both winter kids, and your favorite activity was sledding. You'd been best friends since winter of third grade, when he and his mom had moved from Texas to your small Minnesota town, into the house right next door. Your moms became fast friends from the moment they were introduced, and Shmi's job as the school nurse meant she could drop you off and pick you up. Initially, you weren't sure what to think of him. He was a tiny little guy, way shorter than you, with freckles exploding all over his face. But then he smiled that lopsided grin of his which made his eyes crinkle, told you his name was Ani, and asked if there were any good hills around for sledding. Later, on the way back from school, he asked in a tiny voice if you'd go with him. Who were you to say no?

Your whole friendship was built with snow crusted on the tops of your boots and melted into your mittens. At the end of January in sixth grade, you had both spent the winter building up a pile of snow and digging out the inside to make a snow clubhouse (read: cave). The cold air burned the inside of your throats as you panted after the manual labor of digging for hours, but it was finally done. Once you had crawled through the entrance and sat on the hard snow, enveloped by the packed ice all around you, he looked you straight in your eyes and told you "our future house should be made of snow". Like he didn't change your life with that one little word. Our.

But you were just friends. Your heart would flutter sometimes, but it was all ignorable until tenth grade. After your birthday dinner with your family (which included Shmi and Ani, obviously), he slipped you a little box. When you opened it, the most silver necklace with a snowflake pendant winked out at you. Shmi told you later that it wasn't just silver, it was white gold, and incredibly expensive. That he had been saving up for a whole year to buy it for you. His gentle hands clasped it into place behind your neck, and you shivered when he put them on your shoulders. There, he said, perfect.

It wasn't so easy to ignore after that, but you managed. Through the summers working together at the park, the semesters in the same classes, and the afternoons playing games and doing homework, you got profoundly skilled at crushing your feelings deep, deep down.

And then Padme came along. And the idea of someone else seeing Ani's baby photos, or being loved by his mom, or kissing him absolutely killed you. Because you were friends. But that was all over now. It was just the two of you, as normal.

Now, you were both about to leave town, at least until Thanksgiving. One last family dinner, he said when he suggested it. When you both walked into your house, Shmi called out that dinner was on the table in two minutes, so you sucked up the rest of your slurpees so quickly your stomach got queasy.

The finality of it all almost escaped you. The little glances your parents cast to one another. Anakin's favorite mashed potatoes. Cake for dessert. The details were all whispering This is the end. Enjoy it while you can. Ani could tell something was off, too, and you kept shooting glances at one another. He tried to make you smile by bumping his legs into yours with a grin, like he did when you were little, but it didn't help. Once dinner was done, the adults went to have coffee in the living room, leaving Anakin to do the dishes. You dashed up to your room as soon as you could, trying to hold onto what little time you had left.

Half an hour later, the lamp by your bed cast a warm glow over the room, and you could hear the crickets through the window. You were laying on bed reading a book--some YA novel where you weren't really processing what was happening. Apocalypse? Love triangle?--when Ani finished the dishes and burst in. He didn't knock, of course. There wasn't any energy left in you to complain. You knew you'd miss him bursting into your room unannounced next week, and the week after that, and the week after. Would that longing ever fade?

"Well, I finished the dishes. You cheater," he joked as he sat down on the bed next to you. You sat up, your body complaining from your race earlier, and stuck your tongue out at him. You didn't have it in you to say more. The two of you sat in silence, his face turning slightly more concerned as he watched you stare off into space.

"You good? You've been off all night," he commented, bumping his shoulder against yours. You threw him a half-hearted smile as you fumbled with your snowflake pendant.

"Fine, yeah. Just... Tomorrow is a lot." You didn't want to tell him the truth, that you couldn't imagine your life without him in it, and that moving somewhere completely different would shatter your heart, so you didn't.

Anakin finally cracked a smile, and you wondered when the last time you had seen him not smile was. That lopsided grin practically never left his face, and it was infectious to see. "So you're scared, huh?" 

Always teasing you. But there was an undercurrent of sincerity there, buried deep. When you were younger, you had worried about if he'd still be your friend when others came around, and maybe he'd like them more than he liked you, but he stayed loyal to you. Even when Tommy Masterson in seventh grade said you were probably a bedwetter, Anakin not-so-subtly started a rumor that Tommy peed himself when he got too excited. (Granted, that rumor only gained traction because Anakin had splashed the kid's pants with apple juice after gym. And punched him. But you didn't hear about that until last year.)

"Yeah, I guess. Everything will be different and, well--making friends isn't super easy. I mean, real friends. Like you," you said. Anakin responded with just a thoughtful hmm, while his eyes, usually clear blue, were dark and stormy in the lamplight. His smile had faded just a bit, and he was looking downward. For a second, you thought he was looking at your lips with that intense look, but you shook the thought away. Friends. 

"I just, I don't know. I'm also worried about, well, oh fuck this is awkward to say out loud, dating, I guess?" You hadn't confessed that to anyone else. Anakin was silent, still boring into you with that look in his eye. The words came out like a river, filling in every gap of the silence between you. You kept messing with the snowflake pendant, like you always did when you were nervous. "I wish I had dated someone in high school. I haven't even kissed anyone, other than Alex in fucking freshman year during spin the bottle, so it wasn't even real, and I only went on a date with that one guy last year but we didn't even hold hands--what kind of cute college guy will want someone who hasn't even gotten to second base or hasn't actually kissed someone for real? I'm still a virgin. Am I just--" Anakin cut off your rambling with a soft "hey," and you expected him to say something else, but he just sat, silent.

"Sorry," you said, awkwardly. God, that was so cringe of you. You hated hearing about it when Anakin told you about his first kiss, and the first time he had gone a bit further with his girlfriend in sophomore year. Padme was so nice and cool and great, but you couldn't shake the unease in the pit of your stomach when you saw them holding hands. Or kissing. Or cuddling on the couch at a party. It was just being protective. That's what best friends do. Right? The other option was unthinkable.

"I could help," he said simply, like it wasn't anything serious. The words sat between you, the air heavy with his implication. Hope nestled in your chest, but you pushed it away. He probably meant he could set you up with one of the guys on the soccer team. He did claim that Isaiah had a crush on you, but the kid ate his own boogers until high school. Gross.

"I'm not going to date Isaiah. Or Kevin," you added. Kevin was even worse. You expected Anakin to laugh, dismiss the whole idea, but he kept that intense look in his eyes.

"What? Those losers? Nah... No, I mean, I could help you. We could... practice," he let out a tiny laugh, and your face fell, so he rushed to add, "Sorry. It's just. Feels funny to say. But I'm serious. We could. If you wanted." The breath left your chest. This isn't happening. It can't be. Then why were you deliriously happy? Why did you want nothing more than to lean over and kiss him? You searched his face for some tell that this was all some bit that he'd tease you for. Some joke that he took too far. But all you found was sincerity and earnestness. He wanted this. He was literally offering it. His suggestion sat between you, curling into your stomach and sending it churning and fluttering. Was he actually giving you butterflies? But if you kissed him, you'd ruin everything you had for years. You were going to say no. No. No. 

But why did that answer break your heart?

Shit. You had taken too long. You could see him crawling back into his shell, about to make some joke about how you had cooties or something, when you blurted out your answer. 

"Yes. I mean--sure. I need the practice, right?" You cringed. Real smooth. His eyes widened, and he smiled--a genuine smile, no teasing in it, just affection. You could still sense that intensity rolling off him like waves. 

"Okay," he said. This time, there wasn't any hiding the way his gaze flitted down to your lips. Anakin scooched closer to you with an awkward "um" as he tried to figure out how to navigate kissing his best friend. He suddenly wished there was a handbook, or a guide to tell him how to make this not awkward even though he wanted it so badly.

When his hand, still soft and warm from washing the dishes, his fingers wrinkled from the water, came up to touch your cheek, you had to suppress a surprised jump. Oh, God. This was real. His face was coming closer. This was happening. Holy fuck holy fuck holyfuckholyfuckholyfuckholyfuck

Then his lips met yours and your brain imploded. This was Anakin and you. You and Anakin. And holy fuck it felt so good. The rhythm of kissing was new to you--before, you'd only pecked Alex, and that was once, in front of half the graduating class. This was completely different. And terrifying. Anakin's mouth moved against you, and you gradually tried to mimic his movements. You felt his lips part just a bit wider, and, in your enthusiasm, you bumped your teeth together. Hard. Anakin grunted in pain, and, then, suddenly, he pulled away. Fuck. Was this it? Was that all you would get?

"OhmyGodareyouokay?" You blurted, your hands shooting up to cup his cheeks. He laughed heartily, his eyes twinkling.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Looks like you needed the practice, though," he said as he cackled. Heat rushed into your cheeks, and you were sure you were as red as a tomato. You smacked his shoulder a few times, and then a few more times for good measure. 

"Asshole!" He was still smirking, but he was leaning back in. You hadn't scared him off, and you thanked every god you could think of. Soon, his lips were back on yours, and your heart rate went back into the triple digits. This time, his hand came up to the small of your back, pulling you in closer, so that your thighs were pressed up against each other.

As he kissed you again, you swore you grew ten times as many nerve endings in your lips. The kisses started out slow and soft, like they were the first time, but soon they grew hungry. Soon, you felt his tongue poke out and tease your lip, which produced an embarrassing whimper from you. He'd probably make fun of you later, and you couldn't care less. His free hand grabbed your legs by the knee and hoisted them up over his, so that you were nearly in his lap. The way your lips felt against each other was nothing short of sinful. If this is what kissing everyone felt like, you had been seriously missing out. However, you got the sense that this was something special. Guilt creeped into your thoughts. This was different for you than it was for him. Though you'd been denying it, you reasoned you probably had feelings for him. (You were actually utterly head-over-heels for him, but that wasn't something you were prepared to admit yet). Either way, you felt for a second like you were taking advantage of the situation. But he had offered, so you kissed him even harder to make the thoughts go away. God, his mouth felt good.

The kisses that had been hungry before were ravenous at this point, sloppy and drunk on each other. His warm, strong hand on your legs pulled you even closer, so that you were completely sitting on him, but the angle was a bit weird. You pulled away, just for a second, and he sloppily trailed kisses down your jaw and neck. You moaned loudly, not able to hide your response to the feeling of his tongue on your neck, teasing you in little circles in between kisses. You hitched one of your legs over him and straddled him. If he was going to escalate, so were you.

Now that you were on his lap, you had to lean down to kiss him, holding his face in your hands. His smooth cheek was feverish under your touch, and he was kissing you even more desperately than he was before, if that was even possible. You felt something on your thigh and--oh.

Oh. He was hard. Fuck, that was something else. You felt yourself getting even wetter, begging for some sort of touch. Fuck it. You took the risk, and you lowered your clothed pussy onto him. He wasn't just hard, he was rock hard. And big. When he felt your weight on him, he groaned into your mouth, not daring to break the kiss. You pulled away, just to make sure you weren't crossing some sort of poorly defined line. As if you guys had laid this out in detail beforehand.

"Is this okay?" You half-whispered, half-panted into his mouth. He mumbled a series of 'yes's and nodded fervently, going straight back to kissing you with his hands on your hips. Tentatively, you rolled your hips against him, and he grunted as he kept kissing you. The friction was perfect, finally giving you some relief. He was driving you absolutely insane. You kept grinding your hips, chasing the feeling. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged gently, and his hips twitched up to you. You could feel his hands helping you grind into him, and soon enough he was thrusting up in time with you. The sounds flowed out of you freely now, little whimpers and gasps that matched his groans.

Then someone was knocking at the door, and you ripped yourself away from him. It was Shmi.

"Ani? We should go home now, still a lot of packing to do!" He looked up at you with wide eyes, caught red-handed. Anakin was panting, heavily, barely capable of putting together a sentence.

"Coming!" He called back, though his voice faltered. As you both looked at each other, his boyish grin reappeared, and you both burst out laughing. What the fuck just happened? He helped you get off him and sit back down on your bed. His tall, lean frame leaned over you, putting your foreheads together as your laughter trailed off.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said in a low voice, before kissing you one more time. This kiss was different. There wasn't urgency, or horniness, just a gentle sweetness to it. It was more painful than all your other kisses combined. You nodded, not able to say a single word, as he left the room. 

You could hear him going down the stairs, and greeting your parents. You just sat there, frozen, like your world hadn't just changed in the last half hour. And the funny part? You weren't even thinking about moving away anymore.

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juliette im so jealous of you 😒

this was supposed to be a scott + sam thing but I got lazy