pairing: unburnt!darth vader x f!reader | word count: 2.8k
warnings: smut (18+), begging, whimpering, dom!vader, sub!reader, piv / missionary
a/n: this was my first smut ever written….. not my proudest but I still felt like giving it to y’all lol. crossposted between here and my ao3. happy reading! <3
Another day, another million more tasks given to you by your boss, Darth Vader. You were working as Vader’s assistant and there wasn’t a single day where you got a well deserved rest.
Life under the Empire wasn’t so graceful anyways. You have practically zero freedom. Hell, you even had a damn curfew. What were you, a teenager? Emperor Palpatine surely treated you like one. Actually, the entire organisation was run by manchildren which led to blatant misogynistic behaviour towards you. There was one thing worth working in that hell pit though, and that was Vader's rewards for your effort.
After long days of dedication to Vader’s demands, he loved to repay you with bedroom time. You two had a pretty active sex life, and Vader wasn’t shy with his attraction towards you. Whenever you’d be working on a task with no other presence surrounding yourself, he’d make sure to pop by and sneak a sexy whisper into your ear that would always send shivers down your spine and make the area between your thighs throb. He would also make sure to leave a kiss on the nape of your neck. Sometimes, he liked to sneak from behind and grab your chest or smack your butt. In conclusion, he wasn’t shy with his sexual attraction when he got the chance to display it. And you would be lying if you said you weren’t as sexually charmed in his presence.
How can someone so evil have the face and the body of an angel?
You snapped yourself out of your thoughts and continued tidying up his quarters. You hadn’t seen him all day. But it was a Saturday, meaning it was your mandatory weekly cleaning session. Unfortunately, it seemed unlikely that Vader would be returning any time soon. He didn’t state where he was headed, probably on another hunt for surviving Jedi. Whatever he was doing, his missing presence did make you rather down, because you were really hoping he’d have sex with you after you executed your chores. It’s been a week since he had you screaming his name, the longest you both have been separated from each other’s physical touch. It had you wondering if he got bored or found a woman who’s better in bed than you. The thought just added onto your gloomy state of mind.
At the same time, he was a motherfucking Sith Lord. Do they feel anything other than the hatred deeply rooted within them? Even if you were to fall on your knees and beg your ass off for his body, he wouldn’t give two shits about you. You might as well just brush it all off. You weren’t here for Vader, you were here for the damn money.
Halfway through housekeeping, Admiral Firmus Piett walks into the quarters. He is Vader’s most loyal and trustworthy office, therefore he had access to his room and other private quarters at all times.
“Good afternoon Miss [L/N],” He greeted politely. Despite your earlier remarks about the manchildren that run the Empire, Piett was rather respectful towards you.
You returned his greeting with a soft smile. “Good afternoon Piett,” You continued on with your cleaning. “Is anything going on?”
“Lord Vader requested that you change the water in his bacta tank after tidying up his room.” He informed, his face sat in his signature stoic expression. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him express emotion, it was almost comical.
You sighed and continued dusting off Vader’s furniture. “Thank you, Piett,” Seems like he won’t give you grace any time soon. “When is he returning?”
“In about 7 days, miss.” Piett responded.
You mentally sighed and held back a couple tears. Was it quite pathetic that you were crying over not getting to have sex with a worthless man? Yes. Did you care? Nope.
“Thanks Piett.” You say with a monotone. Your day was already going wrong but the news of Vader’s lengthened absence just added fuel to the fire. You just wanted to be alone right now.
Piett trekked out of the quarters, leaving you and your thoughts all alone. You composed yourself and turned to go back to dusting off Vader’s couch, the occasional footsteps of Imperial workers echoing off the walls. They were the only sounds consistently breaking you off from your negative thoughts.
2 hours later, you finish taking care of Vader’s room and you plop down on the couch with a sigh. If he saw you sitting on his furniture right after cleaning it he’d probably slice your head off right then and there. He’s coming home in a week though so you’re spared for now. To pass time, you rub your nails together and start counting by twos. You still have to take care of Vader’s bacta tank in a bit, but for now you wanted to bask in some relaxation before nearly causing your arms to fall off again.
“Sweetheart,” An all too familiar voice breaks through the silence.
You shot up from your position. Vader? Didn’t Piett inform you that he won’t be back until next week? You realised you were still sitting on the couch and immediately got on your feet. “M-my Lord!” You greeted him with a bow.
“Vader,” he corrected you. You knew that Vader wasn’t his real name. Sidious wasn’t the Emperor’s true identity so the same must apply to Vader. Nonetheless, you still called him by his preferred title. After all, it’s a deathwish to be disrespecting a Sith Lord no matter how much sex he has with you.
“Piett said you wouldn’t be back until next week,” You echo his words spoken to you earlier and you couldn’t help but wonder just why did Vader arrive so soon?
He stepped forward and brought his hand under your chin. “Because I missed your touch,” he lowered his voice, his lips just inches away from yours. The yellow in his eyes stared deeply into your irises.
You let out a low gulp as a result of his grip on your chin. A classic Vader move that never fails to leave you craving for more. He knew your sensitive spots and always left his mark on them whenever the chance was given. Despite wanting to give into your desires, you had been reminded of the orders Vader gave you through Piett a couple hours earlier. “My Lor- Vader, I’m sorry but I must attend to your bacta tank.” Vader suffered from many wounds throughout his time as a Sith, and as a result would be confined to a bacta tank at least once a week, preferably on the weekend. He even had a travelling tub when going on missions. You pushed yourself out of his grip, but before you knew it he used the Force to tug you back into his hold, his strong arms enclosing your waist before you could attempt to break free.
Vader leaned forward to your ear, his lips grazing the tip of it, “That can wait.” His low, seductive voice nearly erupts a moan from your throat but you hold it in. He pulled back from your ear and inched closer to your lips, grazing them whilst doing so. This man was going to be the death of you, whether it’s figuratively or literally.
He rubbed his bulge against your core, eliciting a sweet moan from your throat which only further ignited his desires. With one swift motion, Vader lifted your shirt off and threw it to the floor besides you two, his eyes focused intently on your chest which was still held back by your bra. He didn’t mind, though. He loved seeing you with your bra on. He threw his cloak off and it landed by your shirt. Before you knew it, his hands were gripped onto your waist and his teeth were biting down on your neck. A sweet moan escaped your lips as he left little hickeys all over your previously-bare neck. His prosthetic hand stayed on your waist whilst the other travelled up to cup the side of your chest.
His lips trailed up to yours and he sealed them within seconds. You wrapped your arms around his neck to steady yourself in case you’d peak from the sensation. Yes, you have peaked from making out. A few months ago, actually. It only occurred once but the memory would occasionally repeat itself. Every time since you held onto his neck in order to prevent yourself from the same humiliation.
Vader lifted you up by your waist and proceeded to carry you towards his newly-made bed. He throws you down on your back and presses himself against you, keeping his lips locked with yours. Within seconds, he pulled off your pants, dragging your underwear with them and tossing them to the floor, leaving you in just your laced bra.
“What a pretty lady,” Vader traced his fingers along your v-line and you almost instantly became wet. “You’ve gone so long without my touch, without my fingers all over your masterpiece of a body.”
“Vader,” You moaned, wanting his cock to enter your entrance immediately. “P-please… be inside of me. I want you, I crave you.”
“You will get your wish, my dear,” Vader affirmed and pressed a kiss on your jawline. His hands trailed to your hips, then cupped the globe of your bottom. “What a beautiful figure. So soft, so smooth, so seductive.” He sat up and ripped his robes off, kicking them to the side. He loomed over you again, his entire naked body on sight for you to see. Your eyes trailed up and down, studying every detail like a schoolgirl preparing for exams. You could just stare at him for days.
You desperately needed this man, the darkness inside of him was intoxicating. If these were drugs, they must be the best ones in the market. “Vader, please, I beg you,” You shakily breathed. “Fuck m-”
Before you could finish your sentence, he leaned down and inserted himself inside you. Your breath hitched and your back arched as you threw your head back in pleasure. It seemed that he was making up for your intimacy deprivation and you were not complaining about that.
Vader started out slow, but before you knew it his thrusts were increasing with every passing second. You felt a pool already begin to form between your legs, heart pounding as beads of sweat formed on your skin. “Vader,”
“Tell me, gorgeous, should I heighten the pace?” Vader cooed in your ear and you frantically nodded. You’d probably be sore for days if he went any further, but it’s not like you were in the right state of mind at that time.
“Kriff, please,” You whined. “Please, Vader, go faster.”
A devious smile formed on his face. “Then your wish is my command.” His thrusts escalate and a high pitched noise escapes your lips. Your back arches further and your stomach presses against his. The growing, hot feeling continues to spread all over your body, your hands coming up to grip Vader’s hair. While keeping his (real) hand on the bed, he uses the mechanical one to rip off your bra with a swift swoosh, finally revealing your chest. Whilst continuing his movements which only shortened each of your breaths, he leaned down to press his lips against your chest. The sensation evoked another needy moan to escape your lungs.
He switched to having his mechanical hand balancing his weight and used his bare fingers to reach down to your thigh, and gathered some of your mess on his pointer and middle fingers. He places them in his mouth and swallows the substance. “Mmm,” Vader husked, his eyes closing at the delight. “You taste so good, baby.”
You bite back a moan from his statement. “Make me come, please.”
“As you wish.” He smirked and made sure to thrust deeper in your, his cock hitting you in all the right places.
“Force,” you swore under your breath, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. The sweat continued to build up on your neck and shoulders, your fingers gripping tightly onto his dirty blonde locks. A hand went down and gripped the bed sheets as you threw your head back.
“How close are you, angel?” Vader purred immodestly in your ear, the sensation of his breath against your skin sending tingles down your spine.
“So close, Vader,” You rasped, your grip on the sheets tightening. “Don’t stop, Vader. Please fill me up.”
The bed rattles with creaks and the bed sheets crinkle with every movement made. Vader takes your hand that was clutching the sheets and intertwines your fingers with his. “Come for me, let everyone in the galaxy hear us.”
With one final shove, you let out a scream of ecstasy that tears through the room, explosions going off as time slows down. Your entire body trembles, and you crush his hand so hard you may have just broken it. “Maker!” The strength from your grasp on his hand prompted a low but noticeable growl from him. Shortly after, his movements began to slow, much to your disappointment but you knew if he went any farther your body would probably burst from the tension. Your bodies lay still on the mattress as you both take the time to catch your breaths. Vader detached his hand from yours and used both arms to encircle your waist. His head laid on your sternum and you could feel his warm, heavy puffs against your skin.
You reached and caressed Vader’s hair, “You know I just arranged this very bed before your arrival, right?” You remind him of the tiresome duties you had finished off before his return.
He shrugged, returning your gaze with a smirk. “I’ll get one of the utility droids to rework it,” he tugged a strand of hair behind your ear which nearly extracted a shudder from you. “You need some rest, I bet you had a long week without my angelic body.”
You roll your eyes, typical Vader. He was so egotistical, always checking himself out any time he happened to run into a mirror. But you were strangely attracted to it. Had any other man done the same you’d run the other direction, yet when Vader behaved that way it had an irresistible pull on you. “Well, there is some truth to that,” you returned the smirk.
You both stayed in that position for a little while longer, the silence deafening. Vader would periodically press a kiss or two against the side of your chest. You could stay in that moment forever. Despite the bond you two share being solely based on intimacy and sex, you may have felt the slightest bit of tenderness and warmth that only one who’s romantically in love would undergo. Although, deep down you knew he would never repay such feelings. Sith only endure anger, greed, and hate.
Suddenly, the sound of the door swinging open breaks you out of your thoughts, You and Vader’s heads turn to see who interrupted the cozy moment.
“Lord Va- oh.” The voice fell the second they realised what had just gone down, It was Piett, it seems he came back to check up on Vader. This wasn’t the first time he’s walked in on the two of you sharing alone time. It has occurred 10 times, yet he has never reported his discoveries to the Emperor. No wonder Vader had placed so much trust in him.
You heard Vader swear under his breath, “What the kriff is it now, Admiral?” He asked impassively.
“Well my Lord, I was initially going to inquire about the bacta tank and if she had replaced its water but clearly you two were… well.” He trailed off, it did not take a genius to know what you and the Sith Lord had just been up to.
“Get a janitor to do the job,” The man blankly ordered.
Piett sighed, “Of course, my Lord.” He whirled around and marched out of Vader’s quarters.
Vader sat up, the coolness of the room’s atmosphere hitting your stomach. You were disappointed that he broke off the closeness, but it was not like he gave two shits anyways. He takes his fingers and pushes the pool that was dripping from your thighs back under your core. You force yourself to bite back a moan.
“Come on,” Vader got up from the bed, then slid his arms under your back and lifted you up bridal style. “Let’s go clean you up before I become an asshole again.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at the statement, knowing he’s going to revert back to his dark ways after he’s finished attending to you. Nonetheless, you rested your head against his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck, knowing he’s about to give you the best shower of your life.
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