Shows [Reverse Harem x Reader]

Forty-Eight

The opulence of your room is suffocating: silks, marble, and gold are all cold comforts when paranoia gnaws at your spine.

Between Padmé’s not-so-veiled threats and Adam’s twisted sense of humor, sleep feels impossible.

You roll over in bed, tugging the blanket tighter around yourself.

Click.

Your door unlocks with an almost silent hiss. You sit up instantly, instincts screaming.

The shadows shift, and out of them steps Anakin Skywalker, casual and infuriatingly smug, as though breaking into your room was an act of chivalry rather than trespassing.

"Ever heard of knocking?" You snap, squinting at him through the dark.

Anakin ignores the jab, stepping closer with that unholy grace of his—somewhere between a predator and a boy who thinks he’s charming.

He’s not even in Jedi robes. A loose shirt and pants and a challenging look that says he isn't scared of getting caught.

"You looked tense earlier," he says smoothly yet arrogantly.

"I thought I would help you unwind."

You stare at him.

"Unwind?" you echo, deadpan.

He smirks. "You didn’t seem so tense last night nor the months before."

Months?

Anakin and You, have been sleeping together for months?!

You swing your legs out of bed slowly, standing to face him, arms crossed, not bothering to hide your exhaustion or disdain.

"Oh, I see. You broke into my room because I looked tense?" you say sarcastically.

"How noble. Truly, the Jedi Council must watch your unreliable behavior; seducing the king's assistant is not good."

"Have you thought about the offer?" Anakin asks, changing the subject.

"What offer?"

"For me to help you control your force? If I were you and wanted to avoid trouble, I would accept."

So, you are also a Force user? Nice.

"And who said I'm even thinking about training? I'm fine where I am."

Anakin’s expression shifts, barely, but you catch it.

That flicker of something darker, possessive beneath the cocky exterior. He steps closer, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his skin.

"You don't know what you're sitting on," he says, his voice lower now, quieter.

"You're barely holding it together. I have seen it."

You arch an eyebrow. "And let me guess you're the only one who can help me?"

He smirks, that infuriating Skywalker confidence practically dripping off him.

"Would you prefer to stumble through it alone? Burn out in front of everyone? Or let Padmé use you like a pawn? Because trust me, he will. Everyone here has an agenda. Except me."

You grab him by his shirt before pinning him down on your bed and getting on top of him.

Placing a hand over his brutally beating heart, smiling.

"If you want to be the best Jedi, you need self-discipline; you don't want to become a Sith instead, do you, Ani?"

Anakin grabs your waist and changes your position as he forces you on your stomach, your left cheek against your pillow.

The Chosen One moves himself on top of you, cuffing your wrists together with one hand, slowly bringing his lips closer to your ear.

"If I had no self-discipline, you would have been ripped in half by my cock yesterday."

"Is that what this is about?" you taunt, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You are just sexually frustrated?" 

Anakin exhales sharply, his restraint fraying, however this doesn't stop you from speaking.

"Maybe I should report this to the Jedi Council? What do you say?"

You are enjoying teasing Anakin and you know that he senses it, because his smirk grows.

Anakin's grip on your wrists tightens almost imperceptibly, but you feel it, the way his fingers press just a little harder into your skin.

His breath is warm against your ear, his voice a low, dangerous hum. 

"Report me?" He chuckles, dark and amused.

"Go ahead. But first let us learn more about the benefits of using the Force."