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ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT ─── DBF! DILF!ANAKIN SKYWALKER

summary: dad's been friends with anakin forever, of course you've always had a crush on him, who wouldn't, i mean, look at him. and yeah, guys your age are fine, but maybe you just need someone... older. warnings: age gaps ( reader is 18+ ), unprotected sex ( wrap it up before you tap it ! ) mentions of handjobs, mentions of blowjobs, p in v sex, pussy eating, fingering, inappropriate relationships and minors dni; ageless blogs will be blocked.

it was her first summer she didn't go to her mother's; and this had been premeditated, of course. this was the first year she was old enough for her dad's best friend anakin. to be truthful, she'd always noticed that the girls he brought around were always a little young.

younger than him, much younger than him. not that anakin was old, but he had always had a taste for younger girls, kept him young is what he said.

the minute she stepped onto her dad's back patio, anakin let out a wolf whistle. "there she is, lady of the hour," he teases as he takes a sip from the glass bottle of beer in front of him.

"hardly a lady," her father scoffed. "she's got all the boys at school wrapped around her finger,"

anakin laughs. "do you really, cupcake?"

she rolls her eyes. "can't call me that, i've grown," she replies with a grin.

anakin rolls his eyes, running a hand through his hair. its darker now, she can only assume he's dyed it because of his age. "i'm sure you have, sweetheart," he shoots back almost instantly.

anakin rakes his eyes over her frame and lands on the shorts, showing off her legs, nice and thick in all the right places. "those boys, eh?" he asks teasingly.

she shrugs. "nothing serious, just... a distraction," she says as her father hands her a glass of iced tea as she plopped down onto the chair in between her father and anakin.

anakin raises an eyebrow. "what about the sucker from new years?" he asks.

she shrugs. "too serious, too young," she responds as she looks up at him and bit her lip.

there it was. anakin knew this all too well. when a girl would approach him, they all did this thing.

they all looked up at him from underneath their eyelashes and bite their lips.

and most times, they ended up with their hands around his cock or with their lips wrapped around his cock, in no particular order.

he fights the urge to groan and he glances at her. "too young? what are you? a cougar?" he teases.

"oh please, you aren't any better, i remember all the pretty girls." she reminds him. "so young, older than me but still young, what was the last one? kira? maiah? avery?" she asks.

"you're not funny," he shoots back and his eyes flit to her father sitting next to them before leaning down and whispering in her ear, "keep this up, and i'll fuck that attitude out of you,"

something inside her shifts and she swallows the lump in her throat; he notices and he lets out a low laugh. "oh you'd like that, huh, sweetheart?" he asks softly.

she bit her lip. "no," she said before looking at her dad and looking back at anakin. "you shouldn't say these things, he could hear you,"

"please sweetheart, most times he just talks into a stupor, he'd never notice a thing, you could be sucking me off and man will be still talking a mile a minute,"

she crossed her legs, attempting to relieve the building coil in her being. "anakin," she warned him.

they turn their heads to look at her father, talking to himself and not having a care in the world. "hey dad," she says.

her father glances at her. "hmm?"

"I'm driving anakin to the store, he uh needs a new pack of cigarettes,"

he waves them off and she dashes into the house with anakin in tow.

he shuts the door behind her and she bolted towards the hallway, anakin chasing her and pinning her against the wall. "someone needs an attitude adjustment," he murmurs in her ear. "talking about all my girls, and yet, you act like them,"

she glances at him. "as if you could ever pull another girl my age," she shot back. "you're getting old,"

he runs his tongue along the inside of his lip. "say that again sweetheart,"

"you're getting old," she says again, more force behind her voice. "nobody's gonna want you,"

he grabs her hair, tugging it so her head tilts back, his free hand snaking down her body, grazing the skin of her navel. "these shorts of yours, they're a little short, you walk around like this on campus? looking like a slut?"

something inside her melts at his touch and she shakes her head. "oh no? you get fucked good by those boys at that college?" he asks as his fingers dip into her shorts, caressing her pearl through her panties.

a small breathy moan escapes her lips and he chuckles. "look at you, sweet girl, all needy for me,"

he pauses his ministrations before glancing at her, sinking to his knees, "i bet you're pretty down here too," he murmurs, swiping a stripe between her thighs with his fingers.

her back arched against the wall and he pressed his free hand against her navel, stilling her, "christ, you're soaked and i've barely even touched you," he teased as he tugged the shorts down her thighs, ignoring how she shivered as the cool air grazes her skin.

he pockets her thong, his fingers swiping at her arousal between her thighs, rubbing the slick mound, spreading her slick, the pads of his fingers teasing against her folds and his thumb rubbing at her pearl. he presses his lips together and glanced at her, "i bet you taste good too," he whispers as he pressed a kiss to her pussy.

she let out a soft moan, his tongue flicking at her clit, he devours her, licking and nipping in all the right places, teasing her, making sure his tongue left no crevice unexplored.

she'd heard the stories from girls in her hall of how anakin skywalker ate pussy like a man starved, she just never expected to be the one writhing on his tongue with his nose bumping against her clit, providing a delicious amount of friction.

he licks, sucks, and swirls his tongue around her clit, his fingers buried deep inside her as they work in tandem, his fingers matching the pace of his tongue, each drag of his fingers against her walls sent a new wave of pleasure through her being.

she burns everywhere he touches and she burns everywhere he doesn't. at a particular nip on her clit, she bursts on his tongue, her juices coating his lips, and he pulled away from her, wiping at his mouth with the tattoo sleeve.

fuck. if she hadn't just cum, she would've done it again with how he seemed unbothered as her juices dripped down his lips, down his throat, and onto his chest.

he tugged down his pants and gave his cock, a couple of rough strokes, before glancing at her. "said i'd fuck the attitude outta you, didn't i sweetheart?"

he grips her hips, guiding himself in between her legs, letting out a low hiss when he enters her tight pussy. "fuck, you're tight," he mutters as he begins to move.

she glances at him as he begins to move, her fingers digging into his back, clawing at his back, her lips omitting a string of slurred curse words with his name falling off her lips as if it were a prayer.

"god," she moans and he shakes his head.

"no, god can't help you now sweetheart," he murmurs, gripping her tighter as he moves deeper into her, placing her hand on her navel as he thrusts deep into her cervix, a small bulge forming in her belly.

"see that? feel that?" he asks softly. "that's how deep i am, sweetheart, gonna fill you up so good, you'll never think about fucking one of those little boys,"

she cries out and its enough to push them both over the edge, spilling his seed into her, her fingers tangling in his hair and tugging it roughly as he buried his face in her neck as he came.

"good girl," he whispers against her slick skin. "all you needed was an attitude adjustment,"

author's note: c'est saia, heyyy. so this took me a while but it was based off a joke i made on my friend bel's (ioveanakin on tiktok ) tiktok edit. but what did we think?? i don't think i'll continue teacher's pet as i lost inspiration for it. but what do we think about dad's best friend anakin?? let me know!!

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TEACHER'S PET ─── ANAKIN SKYWALKER

summary: anakin skywalker, sorry the teacher's aide anakin skywalker. teachers and students aren't supposed to be this close, right? it's a bad idea, right?

warnings: smut, gaslighting, coercion and manipulation. themes of student/teacher relationships are present. mdni, 16+. fem reader, usage of the word cunt, cock, pussy, etc. talking you through an orgasm.

Everyone knew Mr. Skywalker; he was the young teacher's aide. He was fairly young, couldn't have been more than 23.

And he was kind, charismatic, and helpful. He was often seen helping other students during office hours, staying late to grade and correct assignments.

It was said that he had a favorite student, but that's neither here nor there.

It was the first time she had failed a test. A big one. Fuck. This was avoidable had she actually taken the time to study.

And she didn't. Instead she decided to fuck around and get drunk with several people from her class. To be fair, it had been fun in the moment.

And much to her dismay, Mr Skywalker had asked her to stay after class.

Not wanting to leave anyone hanging, she did.

"Hey! I didn't think you'd stay! Cool, as you know Matt didn't stay today, sorry about that, it really should be him talking to you about your exam," he apologizes profusely as if that makes the situation better.

She sits there, quiet, and nodding along. "No, I mean its fine, you're his aide, you know just as much as he does,"

"Right, right, right," he says with a laugh. "So, what's up? You never score anything lower than a 94, and this time you have a 37, what happened?"

Ah there's the question. "And I understand that things happen, but are you okay? Everything okay at home? Was the material too difficult?"

She shakes her head. "No, I just... Long weekend, didn't prepare enough,"

He nods in understanding. "Well, you are young, so," he laughs understandingly. "We'll give you a retest, just come back in a week. Study the material, if you can't understand it, come find me and we'll work on it together, yeah?"

She nods. "Thank you Mr Skywalker," she replied with a slight smile.

"Anakin, we're not in class at the moment," he corrected.

Her smile widened. "No, I suppose we're not," she agrees, her fingers intertwine with her own.

"You know, you don't have to take the retest, there's. . . something else you could do," he offers hesitantly.

She perks up. "What's that?"

His eyes glimmer with excitement and he presses his lips together. "Oh, its uh nothing, nevermind,"

She deflated just a little. "Aw, what's the matter? It's not like you need a friend, right?"

He shifts uncomfortably in a chair. "Uh no, but really, its fine,"

She moved closer to him and leans over his desk. "Why? Its not like I'm gonna beg to suck you off," she joked. "Unless you ask me to,"

His eyes glimmer. "I'm not sure that's an appropriate. . . suggestion," he whispers. "But. . ."

She rises from her chair. "But?" she asked, leaning against the desk, sitting on the edge.

He glanced at her. "If. . . " he begins and shakes his head. "No, its not right," he muttered to himself.

She glanced at him. "I'll do anything," she whispers. "I swear, please,"

He shakes his head. "Morally its just not right," he says. "You understand, right?"

"Mr Skywalker," she pleads. "I'll do anything,"

His lips quirk at her comment. "Anything?" he asked.

She nodded.

"On your knees, sweet girl," he whispers and his eyes flicker with excitement as she does. "You have to be quiet sweet girl," he whispers.

The pet name fills her with a warm feeling, it courses through her as she kneels in front of him, her hands reach for the buckle on his pants and he swats her hand away. "Patience is a virtue, Darling," he whispers.

She moved closer to him, carefully unbuckling his pants and belt, tugging his pants down slightly, and leaving him in his boxers.

There's a tent in his pants, aroused to the point of wincing when her fingers brush him through the thin cloth. "God," he moans softly.

She's pleased with the reaction and her hand slides into the briefs, her fingers rubbing at the slit on the head of his cock, causing a soft and low moan to escape his lips.

A part of her knows that she needs to stop, that she needs to draw a line but the other part of her knows that she'll never have this opportunity again.

Her hands make the motion to tug the boxers down, leaving him standing at attention and then it hits her. "I should stop," she whispers.

He shakes his head. "No, please, don't stop," he begged softly. "We don't have to talk after, you don't have to talk to me if you don't want to,"

She looks at him, he looks desperate and he's shaking from all the feelings stirring within him; she falls to her knees again and pressed a kiss to his tip, swirling her tongue around him.

Her mouth engulfs him, her hand working whatever doesn't fit in her mouth. She allows herself a small laugh as his fingers tangled in her hair, grasping and tugging at it as he raked his fingers through her scalp. "Please," he pleads.

She groans around his cock as he begins to thrust himself into her throat, she controls his pace with her hand and head. She can tell that Anakin was trying to keep his moans and groans to himself as she rakes her teeth along his cock. His sharp intake of breath spears through her like a jolt of electricity down her spine and throughout her body as she licks the bead of his salty seed.

Anakin makes the mistake of looking down, her eyes were on him as she works his length with one hand, her full lips wrapped around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around him and he nearly whimpered from the sensation.

She enjoys watching him in this desperate state. He's basically whimpering for her at this point and the minute its all over, with his seed dripping from the corner of her lips, she pulled away from him, her throat raw and abused from how his shaft forced itself down her throat.

He's begging her to keep this a secret, begging her to never speak of it again.

She won't, but she'll never forget how he begged her to, and how he promised her that she'd never speak to him again.

It was a one time thing, just to get her grade up, right...?

authors note: part two? let me know!! this was also... taking me forever to write. this originally started as a concept on tiktok because of @ioveanakin's edit.