#running laps

"(Y/N), It seems you have forgotten the terms of our agreement."

Tapping the last few translucent buttons on your holopad, you pushed the device out of your field of view, looking up at him with a raised brow. Your back was against the ground, your knees bent at acute angles next to his feet as you lied on the white, hard ground. It was a tight fit in there with both you and the sith lord, his meditation chamber clearly not designed to fit two people. You were lucky that you weren't claustrophobic, otherwise you would have wanted out a long time ago. Even if it meant spending less time with him. Admittedly, it was also quite boring in there. You knew it was designed for meditation, but still. Thankfully you remembered to bring something with you to keep you entertained.

"What?" you questioned, "There's no way I was being that loud! I haven't even said anything!"

Lord Vader didn't do so much as crack open an eye as he heard your complaints, sitting as still as a statue as he continued to try and meditate. The mask of his helmet loomed overtop of the sith as he sat there, waiting for him to adorn it once again.

He let out a soft rumble, "No. But it is that device that is."

A groan escaped your lips as you turned off the holopad and set it down next to you on the ground, using your elbows so that you could push yourself up into a sitting positon to look at him better.

"I'm not trynna disturb you, Vader. I wanna spend time with you, but it's just really boring in here! You made it sound a lot better than it actually is."

"Perhaps that was my scheme all along."

Rolling your eyes with a smile, you leaned your body forward so that you could use your legs to push yourself up, your hands against the walls of the chamber to steady your balance. Taking a tiny step forward, you slipped yourself down to the sith, gently sliding yourself so that you were seated in his wide, strong lap. Resting your hands on either one of his shoulders, you smiled up at him as he cracked open his blueish-yellow eyes to observe you. Seeing you so close to him, he instinctively placed his large, gloved hands on your waist, helping you to stay in place upon him.

"This most certainly was not part of the agreement." He rumbled out to you, making you hear the faint note of his true voice that lingered whilst he didn't have his helmet on.

You breathed out a small laugh, "Well, I'm altering the deal. Wonder who I got that from?"

Letting out another rumble of approval, the sith watched as your eyes darted around his face, making note of the slight glimmer in your expression.

"I wish I got to see you like this more often." You whispered to him, lifting up one of your hands to cup his scarred cheek, "You're very handsome, yknow. It's not fair you get to see my face all the time and I rarely see yours."

"There's no need to flatter me, dearest."

You rolled your eyes playfully again, breathing out a smile, "Stop that, you know I mean it."

Lord Vader lifted up one of his gloved hands to your face, brushing away all the hair that concealed it whilst the other squeezed tighter against your side.

"You are quite the oddity, (Y/N)."

"And you, Lord Vader, are the most stubborn man in the Galaxy."

Bringing up your other hand to cup the other side of his face, you leaned down closer to the sith, closing your eyes as you dipped your neck down to press a soft, loving kiss to his lips. Yours were much fuller and smoother than his scarred and burned ones, but you didn't seem to mind. In fact, you thought it only added to the experience. Lord Vader's kiss was unlike every other person's in the Galaxy.

The fluffy tail that dangles between your thighs makes him nearly swoon, but he’s quick to remember what his goal is: revenge.

He grabs on the tail and yanks, like a brat. You instantly arch from the sensation, the stimulation against your tight walls dumbing down your brain. Arousal pools between your thighs, glowing on your puffy folds.

“L-Levi! Wait— “

“Doesn’t feel good, hm?” he tuts, eyes flickering with amusement from the way your ass sways. “Hm, mommy?”

“N-no, baby. No. ‘m sorry.”

He shoves harsh on the base, jostling the plug back and forth while ripping moans from your throat, before yanking again. He pulls hard enough that some of the width of the plug manages to come out, stretching your ass. He grabs each cleft of soft skin and parts you open, audibly spitting on the exposed metal. You feel the warmth seeping in and the plug filling you once more.

“You’re not fucking sorry,” he snarls, prodding at your folds with a finger. He finds your clit and rubs a few teasing circles before taking away the pleasure. “Look at how wet you are. You’re not sorry at all.”

He reaches below and finds your breast, weighing the ample flesh in his palm before pinching your nipple. Your body shudders, thighs pressing together. He tugs on your plug to silently indicate that was a bad move on your part.