Anakin Skywalker Imagines/Oneshots

Bath Time (Smut)

(y/n) Skywalker had had a very stressful day at the senate building and she just wanted to go home and relax. Once inside the confines of her home she slipped out of her Senatorial outfit into a pair of shorts and a white tank top.

She padded into the bathroom only to see a pleasant view. Her husband lay in the big white bathtub awaiting her.

She smiled once she saw him and through the force he sensed her and opened his eyes. She walked over to him and leaned over the side of the tub and he leaned up.

"Your home early." She said a hairs width apart from Anakin's lips.

"I wanted to surprise you, sweetheart." He says finally connecting his lips with hers.

She gasped once she felt his wet arms wrap around her and she was pulled into the bathtub with him. "ANI!" She shrieks as she was now soaking wet.

"What?" He asks chuckling and she glared at him. He redeems himself however once she feels his lips return to hers.

She smiles through the kiss and he slips his hands underneath her tank top stroking her soft skin. She shivered underneath his touch even though the water was almost scolding hot.

Having lived on Tatooine, heat barely affected him anymore.

The different feel of his cybernetic hand and flesh hand on her skin was almost too much. Although Anakin hated the synthetic replacement of his hand, his wife however did not. His fingers gripped her tank top and slipped it off her leaving her bare. She looked at him expectantly waiting for him to make his next move. He just stared down at her breasts admiring them for a few moments before looking back up at her in awe.

"You are something else Mrs. Skywalker." Anakin tells his wife and she smirks.

"As are you, Mr. Skywalker." She says teasing him. He pulls her to him as his fingers travel down to the waistband of her shorts. He glances up to her and asked with his eyes if he was aloud to go further.
(y/n) simply nodded and that is all the confirmation he needed before delving under the waistband of her shorts.

He gripped her ass with his hands and squeezed making her moan into the crook of his neck. Her moans were like a melody to him, he could listen to them for hours. He grasped the shorts material in his hands and pulled them down wit ease as she lifted up just enough for him to slide them down her legs.

She was now only in her scantily clad black lace panties and Anakin looked up at her with a smirk, "you planned for this didn't you, sweetheart?" He asks his wife and she only smirks back.

"I did no such thing—Sir." She replied with eyes full of innocence. Anakin however knew better than to believe those innocent looking eyes, he knew how his wife worked and when she wanted it.

"Sir?" He questions prodding her on.

"I've had a ruff day Sir, I need a release. Will you be generous and help me?" She asks batting her eyelashes at him and pouting. Even as she said that her fingers had traveled down under the water and trailed up the expanse of his cock.

Damn his wife was good, and she knew it too.

Anakin finally cracked and pulled her into him and feverishly planted his lips anywhere and everywhere he could reach.

His wife moaned at the attention and his fingers gripped her panties like a mace and ripped them down her legs so he could trace her clit. She gasped as she felt his cybernetic hand work wonders on her clit. The harsh metal inserted itself inside her one digit after the next, and soon Anakin had 3 or 4 fingers in his wife. He had lost track at this point as his wife's tits needed attention.

"Force Anakin!" His wife gasped nearly out of breath as he sucked on her breasts that he loved so much. (y/n) whimpered at the loss of stimulation once Anakin removed his fingers from her hole. "Please Ani! Sir! Let me feel your cock inside me. Stretch my walls, I beg you!" She pleaded with him and since he felt as though he needed her too he agreed.

He pulled her closer and his hard dick brushed on her core making her let out a loud whimper. Without warning he pushed her onto him and she screamed in pleasure. He muffled her throaty screams with his lips.
The water mixed with being filled to the brim by Anakin Skywalker was a match made in Heaven. He pulled her down and then off of him at a breakneck pace.

She reveled in him and he loved it. This connection this love that he held for his wife would only ever be for her.

He could feel his orgasm start to build and he could sense that his wife wasn't far off either. He leaned up and touched the shell of her ear.

"We cum together, sweetheart." Anakin said and just with that they rode out their highs together. Anakin brushed a lock of hair from his wife's face. "Feel better, sweet girl?" He asks and she nods and slips down between him so that he is holding her.

"I wish everyday could end this way." She whispers to him as his hands trace her arms softly.

"I do too! But you're a busy senator and I'm a Jedi." He says and she nods.

"Sometimes I wish we could runaway from it all; no responsibility, just you and me." She says sinking into his arms and sighing.

"I know! But we have duties and responsibilities to the Jedi order and the Senate. But one day maybe in another life we can runaway."