The Path Of Darkness, Or The Path Of Love? (AnakinxReader)

LS Conclusion

That day, on Mustafar, was 1 year ago today. I brought him back to where I grew up, not Korriban but the home of the Miraluka people. I knew the emotional turmoil still plagued his mind, and if anyone would see that it would be them. Being blind by eye, they see with the Force. And I hoped they would be able to teach him much, about the Force, the balance of things. About peace.
He was wary at first. But they were patient with him, especially since he was with me. They couldn't see my face, but they felt me, and knew me by my father Atton. And slowly, our lives became set in a peaceful flow of events. He was never home, he was always out, attempting to fix his broken spirit and distancing me in the process. Sure, it hurt. But he was close, and working towards his own joy. That was enough to keep me going everyday.
I hadn't seen his face in weeks, but I anticipated him soon. I could feel the tension that had hung over the village slowly lifting. He was healing, slowly but surely.
The door to our small house swung open, startling me into dropping my lightsaber. I had kept it, for emergencies, and as a final memory of my father. I continued training with regular blades, vibroblades and Katana swords. But I often found myself back, with my hands wrapped around the dark, scratched metal of this heirloom. The power it weld. The stories it hid. It was fascinating and terrifying at the same time.
I scrambled for it, clutching it tightly in my fist as I jumped up, trying to regain my composure. I looked up and my heart skipped a beat, coming back in with a harsh thud that hurt my chest. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered but the tall young man who stood in front of me, staring gently yet passionately into my eyes.
Anakin was home.
I felt warm wetness slowly trail down my cheeks. I wasn't sad, I was overwhelmed. I was so happy to see him. My feet seemed frozen to the ground, and I can barely breathe as he walks up to me, hands resting on my hips and his head bent down so our foreheads touched. I had been craving his touch so badly without even realizing it. My shoulders slump, and he gently moves his hands to my thighs, lifting me up as I wrap my legs around his torso.
"Anakin," I whispered breathily. I can feel the warm air from his mouth intertwined with the air I breathe. He smells sweet, like the flowering fruit trees that grow wild here. My hand runs through his thick hair, getting tangled in his brown locks. He looks into my eyes, his lips brushing ever so slightly against mine as he speaks.
"Y/n, force I've missed you." He moves his head gently, so it rests in the crook of my neck. He plants a light kiss there, causing me to tremble slightly at his touch. "You're so amazing."
I let out a small moan, almost a whisper as he kisses more intently at the soft skin on my neck. Gripping at the robe on his back tightly, I feel him tense beneath me, his hands gripping me more firmly than before. He stops the trail of kisses on my neck and brings his face up so he can look into my eyes. I see the passionate glint there, the same look he gave me in the cave on Kashyyyk. But now, it wasn't suppressed at all.
*Note: this is gonna get smutty*
I can't resist; I pull his face hard into mine, my mouth desperately searching for his touch. His lips massage mine gently, his tongue running the length of my bottom lip. I part my lips and I feel his soft tongue slip in, twisting gently with mine. His hands wander and they rest on my behind, squeezing softly. I can feel his breathing quicken, and he walked quickly, laying me on the bed and positioning himself over me. I grabbed his shoulders and shifted so he laid down and I was on top of him. He throbbed in between my legs, and I gently pushed my hips into him, moving in a circular motion. There was this aching, this desire within me and as he thrust his hips up, begging me to grind faster, I moaned seductively and did what he asked. His hands moved aggressively to my top, practically ripping it off as he gazed in wonder at my soft breasts. His large hands groped my chest, and I continued to create the friction between us with my hips.
I stopped and hovered over him, my hands at my waistband as I began to take of my bottoms. He groaned and gave me a pleading look, his hips arched up into the air. The bulge in his pants was prominent and it was slightly damp from the continuation of his arousal. But his eyes widened as I slipped off my bottoms, leaving me in nothing but my panties. My heart pounded in my chest as I ached deep within my core for his manhood. I moved my hands to his waistband, and his hips arched a little higher as I slipped the soft fabric up. To my surprise he was wearing nothing beneath, so his hardened length was displayed before me in all of its glory. I bit my lip, feeling my desire preparing to burst out of me. He had slipped his shirt off while I had thrown his pants on the floor. Sitting up, he grabbed my hips and pushed me down so he was on top of me. I felt the hot warmth of his erection pressed against the bare skin of my stomach. He eagerly slipped my panties off and positioned him self, the tip of his length throbbing against my entrance. Whimpering I place my hands on his hips, urging him to come closer.
He did as I asked, and slid all of himself inside of me. I could feel myself stretching, and my mouth hung open as I adjusted to him filling my insides. He began to move in and out, faster and faster. I couldn't contain the pleasure I was feeling, I moaned loudly as he continued to thrust into my core. Sweat beaded on our foreheads, and I clung tightly to him as his large body took over mine.
He finally collapsed on top of me. I could still feel the warm liquid from our act inside of me. Burying his face in my neck, he wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me into his bare body. I kissed his head and relaxed my tired body. I felt the effects of what we had done. But I wouldn't trade this for the entire galaxy.