#Hayden christensen

[anikenobis]

ANAKIN SKYWALKER Ahsoka 1.05 "SHADOW WARRIOR" (2023)

[gffa]

[ Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith | Behind the Scenes ]

[hayden-christensen]

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN Attends a re-release screening of 'Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith' for it's 20th anniversary | April 25, 2025.

[catachlysmicjedi]

Ok Anakin

[anakinobis]

STAR WARS: EPISODE III – REVENGE OF THE SITH — 2005, dir. George Lucas THE FALLEN ANGEL (1847), by Alexandre Cabanel

[tuserlivia]

Star Wars: Episode VI - Return of the Jedi 1983, dir. Richard Marquand

[ackernen]

Hayden Christensen as Sam Monroe Life as a House (2001) dir. Irwin Winkler

[anakinca]

ANAKIN SKYWALKER having a nasty habit of taking flowers from Jedi temple garden and just casually plucking it behind our ear :((( just pure ani in love; his eyes all adoring and screaming love

- im identifying as 🐇 now and you can not stop me Nina..

—❝loves in quiet ways❞

anakin skywalker x reader

tw ; nothing, just pure fluff

a/n ; hmm.. i wonder who this anon is.. IM GIGGLING. ALSO GUYS PLEZ. IM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG IM TAKING TO DO THESE REQUESTS. I SWEAR IM WRITING THEM ALL PLZZZZ. DONT CANCEL ME. i hope you all enjoy this, angels <3

THE SUN WAS SOFT THAT AFTERNOON, DRAPING THE JEDI TEMPLE GARDENS IN A GOLDEN KIND OF QUIET. The stone paths were warm beneath your boots, the hum of distant speeders barely cutting through the sound of birdsongs and rustling leaves. 

There was a breeze, light and playful, threading through the tall grasses and swaying the heads of the flowers that lined the edges of the courtyard. It smelled like Naboo, somehow—like sun-warmed petals and something fresh and green.

It always started the same way.

You’d be walking through the Temple grounds—usually after a training session with your Master, sometimes on your way to the Archives, once even after a really boring mission debrief—and out of nowhere, Anakin would slow down beside you as you two were walking together. His eyes would wander a bit, like he wasn’t really listening anymore. You used to think he was zoning out. Turns out, he was just looking for flowers.

The first time it happened, you right were here in the Temple gardens. You were mid-sentence about something pretty boring—which was the ridiculous size of the new training droids—when you noticed Anakin had stopped listening entirely. You were about to call him out when he suddenly turned to you, completely unbothered, holding the softest-looking flower between his fingers. It was a small flower—soft blue petals, barely bigger than his thumb.

“Hold still,” he said, like it was the most normal thing in the galaxy.

You blinked a few times in confusion, but didn’t move an inch—just tilted your head questioningly as he stepped in close, your eyes looking up at him. 

He reached up with one hand and carefully tucked the flower behind your ear, his fingertips brushing your skin so lightly it made your breath catch.

You stood there staring up at him, heart tripping over itself, while he just smiled at you like you’d hung every single star in the sky.

“Perfect,” he said, quietly. Not looking at the flower, but instead looking at you.

You could feel your cheeks warming up, a rosy blush covering your face, but it was still impossible to look away from him. His gaze was so open, so full, that it made your stomach twist in the best kind of way. 

“You’re ridiculous.” You murmured as your lips quirked up at the corners, trying to sound casual.

His own lips twitched like he was fighting back a smile. “Can you blame me?”

He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Like tucking flowers behind your ear was as natural to him as breathing. And maybe it was.

“I like seeing you with something soft,” he added after a beat, voice quieter now. “Like… Like the world should treat you just as gently.”

Your stomach was filled with butterflies in that moment, and it was hard to hide the way your eyes twinkled with adoration for him.

And all he did was smile at you. That small, boyish one. The one that only ever reached his eyes when he was looking at you.

Since then, it’s just become a thing of his now.

Sometimes he does it in passing, like it’s muscle memory now. You’ll be walking towards the mess hall, or sitting on a bench in the courtyard, or leaning over a datapad—and suddenly, there’s Anakin, plucking a tiny bloom from somewhere and tucking it behind your ear like it belongs there.

Like you belong to him, in this small, soft, secret kind of way.

No one else notices. Or if they do, they pretend not to—like Obi-Wan, for instance.

Maybe because it's Anakin, and he knows better than to ask about whatever storm or sun is brewing behind those eyes.

But when he's with you? It's never stormy. Just warm. 

Soft. Reverent. 

A little shy, even.

The way he looks at you every time he does it… stars. It’s like you’ve undone him without even trying. Like he’s seeing the whole galaxy and somehow you’re still the brightest thing in it.

There’s no smirk on his face, ever. No cocky comment. Just that stupidly soft smile you adore and those eyes—so full of something that looks so dangerously close to love.

Once, you caught him doing it when you were barely paying attention. A little wildflower tucked behind your ear, and he stared at you for a second longer than usual.

“What?” You asked, trying not to grin.

“Nothing,” he said, but his voice was too full of feeling for it to mean nothing. “You’re just… beautiful.”

And you couldn’t even pretend to tease him for it, because your heart was doing backflips, and you knew his was too. Because for all his bravado and charm, Anakin loves in quiet ways—in flowers and looks and touches that said everything he couldn’t out loud.

And even now, with the war growing louder, and the galaxy heavier, he still finds time. Still finds flowers. Still finds you.

Because loving you is the only thing that’s ever felt easy. 

And he’d rather die than let go of that. 

Rather die than let go of you.

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[prettiestmini]

Goodness gracious 😩😩

[haydenchristensenisbae]

I'm living for THE DILF! HAYDEN era cuz...

[hayden-christensen]

@starwars: On its 20th anniversary, Hayden Christensen looks back fondly at a behind the scenes photo from #RevengeoftheSith.

[tbfpurflame123]

gosh he is so beautiful honestly

Ahsoka | S0105:

Shadow Warrior

[anon-188]

mini series: wicked games 🥀 — pt. 2

pairing: AJ x f!reader

series summary: it was supposed to be simple. no feelings. no fallout. but when tempers flare and lines blur, simple turns dangerous fast. because AJ plays just as dirty outside the bedroom as he does in it—and you? you’re not afraid to match him move for move.

chapter warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), strong language, criminal activity, implied protected sex, semi-public sex, rough sex, oral sex (m!receiving), emotionally charged arguments, mean!AJ, dom!AJ undertones, verbal degradation, toxic dynamics, alcohol use, smoking (cigarette/cigar).

a/n: i barely proofread this, so if you see any typos... no you didn't ;) hope you guys like it! also—thank you so much for all the engagement!! it really means a lot that you guys are enjoying my writing ♡

⟢ wicked games 🥀: part 1

By now you and AJ had fallen into a routine.

Although, if you were being honest, routine was too soft a word. Habit came closer. Borderline addiction felt even more accurate. That first night on the rooftop? It didn’t come close to what had unfolded between you two since.

It started simple. If you could call it that. After jobs, when adrenaline still pulsed hot in your veins and your bodies were still wired from the chaos, it became a thing. You’d find him or he’d find you, and before either of you could talk it down, you were already on each other. Logical, right? Celebrate a successful heist with him buried inside you, fucking you like the job hadn’t even scratched the itch.

One night, it happened in the storage closet of Jake’s bar. The door barely clicked shut before he had you pinned against the shelves. He didn’t  even bother to undress you, just shoved your skirt up and pulled you down onto him, your legs wrapped around his waist. Your moans were half-muffled by his hand, the other one gripping your thigh as he fucked you hard and fast, liquor bottles rattling with every thrust.

Time and place, you both said. Practicality, he’d called it, claiming it “just made sense.”

Apparently it also made sense when he dragged you out to his car after a job, ignoring the bar, ignoring the others, barely giving you a chance to breathe before his hands were on you. He didn’t want to be quiet that night. He wanted you wrecked. Wanted to hear how you fell apart for him when no one else was around. 

He fucked you in the backseat with the door cracked open, your leg hanging over the seat, his voice low and so fucking filthy in your ear. Every thrust was deep, punishing. You came twice, too fast, too loud, and he didn’t stop until you were shaking, eyes glassy, lips parted with nothing left to say.

And then there was the week Gordon asked you both to run recon together. You got it done, of course you did. The job always came first—technically. But how it got done? That was another story. 

Like how your knees pressed into the passenger seat as you leaned over the center console, mouth wet and full as AJ sat back with one hand white-knuckled on the steering wheel and the other twisted in your hair. The car was parked across the street from yet another target, a clean white bank with not enough security for their own good. AJ didn’t care. He cursed under his breath the entire time, panting your name when he came. 

Afterwards, he’d just wiped his thumb across your lip like it was nothing.

Oh. And the time literally right after a job. You and AJ stuffed into the same getaway car. The plan was the same as always: split up, ditch the equipment, regroup and lay low.

Your plan though? Split up, ditch the equipment, and fuck AJ in the front seat, parked in some narrow alleyway between two nameless buildings. You were still halfway in your gear, adrenaline buzzing through your body. You climbed into his lap and rode him right there, moaning against his neck while the city moved around you.

By the time you regrouped with the others, your hair was a mess and your lips were swollen. AJ played it smooth, as always. Said he took the long way. That traffic was shit. No one batted an eye. Except Jesse. Jesse looked at you, then at him, gave a small smirk and shook his head. The kind that said we all know you two are fucking, but no one’s going to say anything.

And that’s how it went for the next few months. No labels, no expectations. Just you and AJ ruining each other so good, it almost felt wrong. Showing up at each other’s places without warning, without reason. Saying nothing and still getting exactly what you came for.

Still, even as you two hooked up, a part of you knew there was always something else underneath it. Something that showed up in the quiet—when you stayed the night even though you weren’t supposed to, or in the following mornings when he’d hand you coffee without saying much, just watching you over the rim of his own cup. It wasn’t talked about, never defined, but it lingered.

However, that all started to shift last week.

During the most recent heist, you broke formation. Just a slight detour—off-plan, but necessary. John had gotten pinned near the back exit and the timing was off. You doubled back around and gave him enough cover to slip out clean. Because of that call, the crew made it out with the full take and minimal chaos.

Gordon had praised you for it. The rest of the crew backed it too—fast thinking, solid instincts.

Except for AJ.

You knew he was pissed the second you got into the getaway car beside him. He didn’t raise his voice, didn’t even look at you for the first few blocks. Then he said it, his voice edged with something sharp—he called you reckless. Impulsive. Said you took a risk no one agreed to.

Sure. Maybe. But you made a call. 

And more importantly, it worked.

He didn’t bring it up again, and neither did you.

The only conversation that mattered came later that night, low and rough in your ear after two drinks at the bar.

“Be upstairs in three minutes.”

And you were.

The rooftop door slammed behind you, but you didn’t make it far. AJ had you against it in seconds, mouth on yours, hands already under your dress. He hiked your leg up around his waist, pulled your panties aside, and slid into you hard.

You both moved fast, desperate, moaning into each other’s mouths between gritted teeth and shallow breaths. The door didn’t budge. Not even when he started fucking you deeper, using the full press of his weight to pin you in place. Neither of you said a word about being caught. Just hoped that anyone who tried to open it from the other side would think twice at the resistance. 

You didn’t know it then, but that night marked the end of whatever rhythm you and AJ had managed to keep.

Just a few nights later—last night—you and AJ had walked back to your place from Jake’s bar. It was barely a fifteen-minute walk, but you both were drunk as hell, arms slung around each other, laughing at nothing. Gordon had made another toast to you that night, raising his glass to your quick thinking. John had joined in, thanking you again for saving his ass. After that, the drinks never stopped.

It explained the stumbling. The slurred words. The way his hand stayed low on your waist the entire walk. Everything felt easy. Light. Until you reached your door.

You were fishing for your keys, still half-laughing, when he said it quietly, just under his breath. Something about being too fucked up. How all those shots were pointless. That he didn’t get what everyone was celebrating.

It wasn’t just what he said. It was how he said it.

You thought he had let it go earlier. But when you questioned him, barely a few steps inside your apartment, it got messy, fast.

Drunken thoughts had hijacked any attempt at “normalcy” between you two. Whatever filter either of you had disappeared and before you knew it, there were shouts then the sound of your door slamming shut.

Tonight? He wouldn't even look at you.

You showed up at the bar, forcing yourself into routine even though nothing felt normal. AJ was there, of course, but he didn’t greet you. And when you slid behind the bar just to help Lili temporarily, he shifted to the other side of the room. When you passed by him, he leaned into a conversation that didn’t need him. Every time you caught his eye, he looked away like you weren’t even there.

You’d seen AJ mad before, obviously. That wasn’t new. But this? The quiet freeze out, the way he refused to acknowledge you at all—it was something else.

And it was complete bullshit.

You tried not to let it bother you at first. Poured drinks, smiled at the crew’s usual nonsense, let Lili distract you with her fast-talking stories. You even laughed, but your body still knew that something was off.

Later, you found yourself needing air. You snuck upstairs, not saying anything, hoping the rooftop would do what it always did—clear your head. But what you hadn’t expected was finding him already there.

AJ stood near the railing, back to you, smoke floating into the night air from the cigarette between his fingers. You hadn’t even noticed him slip away. Then again, you’d been trying hard not to notice him at all.

You thought about walking away. For a second, you even turned like you might. But another part of you—stubborn, fed up—wanted whatever the hell this was to be over already. So you walked to the railing and stood beside him.

He didn’t acknowledge you. Just took another drag, eyes fixed somewhere beyond the skyline, like you weren’t even there. That lit something in you. Now you were pissed too. Still, you swallowed your pride. You knew him well enough to know that pushing wouldn’t get you anywhere.

So you tried something small, casual. You mentioned how Jake and Lili had finally picked a date for their wedding, something Lili had told you earlier in the night.

“Yeah, I heard,” he said, voice dry like it had taken too much effort to even say that. 

He took another hit from his cigarette. 

Yet, you tried again, said something else—light, harmless. He didn’t respond.

Eventually, you gave in.

“AJ… what’s your deal?”

That got a reaction. His jaw flexed. Just once. But he still didn’t look at you.

“You’re really asking me that?” he said, low and tight, blowing smoke out as he spoke. “After everything?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “After what? That argument? We were both drunk—”

“Drunk or not, what you did was fucking stupid.” His words hit clean and hard, no pause between them. “You went off-script, made a call you had no business making. For what? John?” He turned toward you then, flicking the cigarette to the ground, putting it out with his shoe.

Your brows pulled together. Mouth slightly parted, ready to argue, but he didn’t give you the chance.

“Don’t play dumb. You don’t ditch protocol for just anyone. But he says thank you, buys you a few drinks, and suddenly you’re risking the whole crew?”

“What the fuck, AJ?” you snapped, your voice rising before you could stop it. “I covered him because no one else could. I was the closest one to him. And by the way, doing that saved the crew's asses. Yours included.”

He smiled at that. Not a kind smile—something wry, amused in the worst way.

“I saw the way you looked at John tonight. All fucking smiles. A look of yours that I know all too well—like you wanted to get on your knees right there.”

Your breath caught in your throat. The insult landed fast and hard—too sharp, too low.

“You’re pissed because I covered John’s blindside?” you fired back, disbelief cutting through your voice. “That’s what this is?”

Something flickered in his eyes then. Quick. Quiet. But there. Like you had just pressed on something he didn’t want to name.

AJ shook his head and let out a bitter laugh. “No,” he said, voice dry and loaded. “I’m pissed because you can’t tell the difference between being part of a crew and trying to fuck your way through one.”

You froze.

As much as you didn’t want it to, that one hurt. Stung in places you didn’t even want to acknowledge existed and not because it was true—because it wasn’t. And you knew he knew that.

You looked him dead in his eyes, expression shifting from disbelief to something closer to disgust. But the heat rising in your chest was pure anger. “You’re a piece of shit.”

His response came without hesitation. And somehow, it was worse.

“Yeah,” he said, voice flat but simmering. “Tried to tell you that the first night I had you bent over this railing.” His jaw locking as he finished the sentence.

He said it like it was your fault. Like you’d asked for all of this. You shook your head, mostly to yourself, trying to breathe through the fire in your throat. And that’s when it hit you—he wasn’t just lashing out.

He was playing dirty.

The tight jaw. The bullshit spilling out of his mouth. The way he could only look at you when he was being a dick. It wasn’t careless. It was on purpose. For whatever fucked up reason, AJ wanted this to hurt.

You scoffed at the realization and turned away from him, toward the rooftop door. You were done. Whatever this was, whatever twisted game he thought he was playing, he could keep it. You weren't in the mood to figure him out tonight.

Inside, you stepped into the upstairs lounge, and the scene hit you all at once. The guys were spread out around the low table, minus Jake, drinks in hand and cards on display. There was one other woman with them. Gorgeous, of course. Long legs, glossy smile, sitting comfortably right next to John.

It didn’t take long to piece it together—strip poker. The setup was obvious. You hadn’t played in a while, your own quiet gesture of respect toward AJ. A boundary you had set without being asked. One you almost regretted now.

You heard AJ come in behind you, his footsteps slow and steady from the hallway that led up to the rooftop. He didn’t pause. Just walked in like nothing had happened, like he hadn’t just gutted you with his words minutes ago.

John made some smart comment, joking about the time AJ had the worst hand every round and still somehow stayed in the game. AJ laughed, low and unbothered, as he dropped into one of the leather chairs. He grabbed a cigar off the table, bit the end, and lit it.

And something about it—the nonchalance, the arrogance, him—had the words flying out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“I want in.”

The guys got even louder in response, voices rising with energy now that you were playing. Jesse was already pouring you a shot just for joining. He handed it over with a grin, and without hesitating, you took it—tequila, of course. Always his go-to.

Then you moved to the leather couch, sliding into the open space on the other side of John—directly across from AJ.

You caught his eyes as he leaned forward, casual as ever, dropping his watch into the ante pile.

“Thought you didn’t play anymore,” he said. It wasn’t really a question. Not with the edge in his voice.

“So did I.” You shrugged, slipping off your bracelet and placing it in the pile.

You didn’t miss a beat. “Also, if I remember correctly, no doubles. Gordon already put his watch in, so it looks like you’ll have to pick something else.”

The table lit up. Laughter, teasing, curses thrown in your favor. Jesse whooped and passed you another shot for the hit, which you took with ease, eyes still on AJ.

“That’s how we’re playing?” AJ said, pulling his watch from the pile, his voice cutting through the noise, meant only for you.

“What? Dirty?” you shot back, your tone sharper now. “Isn’t that your favorite way to play?”

AJ didn’t take the bait. Not fully. He only nodded, lips curving around the cigar clamped between his teeth. But even as he leaned back in his chair, fingers moving to undo the buttons of his shirt, his eyes never left yours.

The game on the table might have been strip poker, but whatever you and AJ were playing? 

That was something else entirely.

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HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as ANAKIN SKYWALKER Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith 2005, dir. George Lucas

[mvst4far]

AJ x pregnant!f!reader

SUMMARY: Being pregnant didn't mean you couldn't feel horny ever again. In particular, this week, your hormones sparked more than they ever had.

WARNINGS: slight sexting, brief mention of masturbation, oral (reader receiving), piv, pregnancy!kink??, unprotected sex, slight teasing?, gentle praises, sweet dirty talk and aftercare 'cause we all know AJ really is a sweetheart underneath ☹️

a/n , this isn't proofread so ignore the mistakes if there is any 💔

For the entire week, you had been attempting to get AJ's attention in every way possible. This stupid blond was so dumb, he thought you were just really cuddly and trying to hold onto him─not fuck him raw.

With you being pregnant, AJ had been denying his own hormones. He didn't want to accidentally hurt you, so he never voiced it. Instead, he would blow off that steam by fisting himself when he was showering and you were busy taking a nap. While he had his hand wrapped around himself, all he could think about was your mouth replacing it.

And during AJ's work hours, planning heists with his crew, you couldn't resist the urge but to send him a few cheeky photos and hope he would get the hint. The pictures were very subtle, but exposed enough. Again, AJ was basically the stereotypical blond of being dumb, he was oblivious to the fact your aching pussy was pulsing his name.

Instead of thinking you were horny, he genuinely thought those photos were for updating your stomach growth. The fact you sent him a photo of you laid on the bed, your round stomach and cleavage exposed, he responded with a lousy, "You look cute".

He was actually so stupid it made your blood boil.

How could someone so smart be so dumb at the same time? You knew he was clever, due to sometimes seeing the planning of some heists he had planned with his crew. But, when it came to hormones, he seemed like the most blindest person on earth.

And that wasn't the end of it.

Even when the two of you were showering together, you'd give him subtle hints by pressing kisses to the muscles on his back, his inked biceps and even brushing your lower back against the tip of his cock.

But when that didn't work, you felt the need to come clean and be brutally honest about how he was making you feel.

You were currently sat at the kitchen island, watching as AJ prepared two dinner plates for the two of you. His gray sweatpants hung incredibly low on his waist─exposing his v-line as he remained shirtless. His muscles were casually flexed, making your mouth water at the sight of his inked skin.

With a heavy sigh, you finally spoke your mind and what's been bothering you for the past week. "You've been ignoring me," You mumble, leaving no room for sugar coating.

AJ's eyebrow began to raise at your blunt statement, turning around to face you. "I don't think I have..." His voice laced with confusion, crossing his arms and leaning back against the counter.

This whole week he had been showering you with kisses, cuddles and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. How could he possibly have been ignoring you?

"Well, you have," You scoff, copying his action by crossing your arms and leaning back into the chair.

A sigh fell from his lips, clearly not recalling any moment of the week he had neglected you, but he didn't want to start argument. So, he let you have it.

"Fine." He gives in, pushing away from the counter and walking around it to approach you. "I'm sorry for making you feel like I was ignoring you." He murmurs, spinning your chair around so you could face him.

You didn't say anything for a moment, just letting your eyes bore into his after hearing his half-assed apology.

He clicks his tongue against his teeth at your lack of response, sighing once more. "I just don't know how I've been ignoring you." He shrugs.

There it was. The truth.

AJ was beyond terrified at this point. How you sat there silently, staring up at him with an almost glare that pointed out his stupidity.

"In a different way, you've been ignoring me." You spoke, dragging your words out slowly to see if he would understand.

But all he did was stare down at you with some confused puppy look. He was so lost, it almost made him frustrated.

With no response for about fifteen seconds, you roll your eyes and groan at his lack of intelligence. "Oh my God," You whisper to yourself, looking up into his icy blues.

You blink rapidly, occasionally flickering your gaze down to his crotch covered by his gray sweatpants. Surely that was enough for him to catch on, right?

AJ's brow furrows, his face soon dropping in realization. "Oh... oh!" He awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, clearing his throat.

"I─I... didn't know. Sorry," He mumbles sheepishly, once again clearing his throat for like the tenth time.

You didn't say anything after that─just rolling your eyes and sliding off the chair. You harshly grab at his hand, dragging him down the hallway to your shared bedroom. Having dinner was far from making a comeback─since all you could focus on was fucking your husband stupid.

AJ stumbles behind you like a lost puppy, letting you have your way without complaining. "I don't wanna hurt you," He whispers, shutting the bedroom door behind him as you stepped towards the bed.

"You won't." You reply firmly, crawling onto the plush mattress.

AJ watches as you carefully lay onto your back, adjusting your body in a comfortable position. After hearing your reassurance, he wasted no time but crawling on top of you and hovering over you.

His inked abdomen brushes against your stomach, having his hands on either side of your head to keep himself upright. He dips his head down to your neck, pressing light, feathery kisses along your collarbone and occasionally nipping at your skin.

"You're teasing," You mumble softly, a faint smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

AJ lets a small breathless laugh escape against your skin, nodding his head. "Yeah, I am." He smirks, "You don't like that, do you?"

Most of the time, you'd sit back and enjoy his teases to rile you up before ravishing you. But after being neglected for the whole week, all you wanted was to be filled up.

"No, not really." You answer truthfully, shaking your head.

He nods, fingers curling underneath the waistband of your pajama shorts. "Yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' to it." He sighs dramatically, sliding the fabric down your legs along with your panties.

Once your legs were spread for him, and the clothing was discarded to the floor, he took a moment to admire your pink, puffy pussy aching and begging to be touched. He definitely felt guilty for being so oblivious to your sexual tendencies, which was why he was going to make it all up now.

Diving straight in, AJ's mouth latches onto your bundle of nerves. He was sloppily kissing and sucking it all over, in goal of making you feel good. And by the moans and whimpers you were making, he could feel a proud smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Just like that... h-huuh," Your back arches, eyes squeezing shut as he continues to full on ravish you whole.

"C'mon, baby," He grunts, "Cum on my tongue for me, yeah?"

You nod, unable to fully get any coherent words out.

It didn't take long until you were leaking your juices into his mouth, letting him swallow it whole while his tongue teased your nub.

He brought the back of his hand to his mouth, sitting back up on his knees as he wipes his mouth clean.

"You doin' okay?" He laughs at your brows furrowed, chest heaving with clear lack of oxygen.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." You grumble, eyes opening to meet his. "Just fuck me already."

AJ was already sliding down his sweatpants at your words, his large, veiny cock springing out. "Whatever you say," He shrugs, aligning himself with you.

He first began to slowly slide himself into you, letting you get used to his long length after a while. But as he started to pick up the pace, he would whisper sweet nothings into your ear. Occasionally asking if it was too much, or if you needed a break. He couldn't help it. He just didn't want to hurt you.

After cumming all over AJ's slick cock, he helped you ride out your orgasm as he did the same. Leaving the two of you heavily breathing, sweat beads sticking to your forehead, and limbs aching. It had been a while, after all.

The both of you were now cuddled up on the bed, your back against his hard chest. He helped you get cleaned up, took a warm shower with you, and kissed you all over. After being the dirtiest manwhore in bed, he was genuinely a sap.

"I love you so much, you know that?" AJ presses a kiss to your pulse point, long fingers splayed over your stomach.

You smile. "I love you too."

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