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Deal: Cobb Vanth x Fem!Reader Pt. 4

Part Three

After an unexpected absence, the sexual and romantic tension between you and Vanth finally comes to a head.

warnings: language, sexual material: p in v sex, oral (f! receiving), improper use of a bacta pod

word count: 3,170

A sense of guilt settled in your stomach. As you eased your way through the passage leading to the Modifier’s workroom, you weren’t completely sure that Vanth would be waiting for you on the other side. It was the longest you’d gone without visiting him. You hated that your life had grown too chaotic for the person whom you most looked forward to seeing. This hecticness was evidenced by the fact that you were even still scantily clad in your work clothes- you’d nicked a client’s oversized coat and draped it over yourself to avoid the embarrassment.

You could barely bring yourself to crawl, rather unceremoniously, onto the workroom floor.

“Vanth?” you called before you'd even had a chance to scan the room for him.

You immediately saw that the bacta pod was empty for the first time in weeks. Your eyes roved up the Marshal’s unfamiliarly upright body as he stood before it. He was slumped back, arms crossed tightly across his chest. He must have heard you coming in. Everything about his posture appeared deeply guarded.

“Yeah?” he said gruffly.

You charged towards him and enveloped him in a hug without thinking twice about it. His scent drifted into your nose: sharp and metallic, distinctly sterile. You caught a slight undertone of a generic aftershave. He stiffened, his arms unfurling to half-heartedly wrap around you. His touch sent chills across your body.

You pulled back, beaming.

“You’re. . . Wow.”

“Yeah,” he repeated.

Your smile quickly dropped. It was clear that ignoring the elephant in the room wasn't an option.

“Fuck- Vanth, I know. I’m sorry.”

“How was I supposed to know you were even going to come back?”

His voice was raw with emotion you'd never seen from him before.

“I know. You didn't,” you acquiesced, your voice breaking.

He shook his head in disbelief. “This last week was the hardest one yet, Eve. And I thought I'd have you to get me through it.”

“Vanth, I wanted to be there. Please. I can’t be sorry enough.”

“I think I deserve an explanation, then, at the very least,” he replied, his voice wavering.

You stepped forward, grabbing his hands in yours. He stared down at you apprehensively.

“Yes. You do.” You let out a sigh. “I had a really big job, with an infamously high-maintenance client. A sort of week-long entertainment venture. It’s an opportunity that I was never going to get again. Best pay I’ve ever been offered the whole time I’ve been in this line of work.”

You paused, but he remained still.

“Now that I say it, all of that doesn’t even matter. I wish I hadn't taken it. I promise you. You are much, much more important to me than money. I’m sorry for being so selfish.” You forced the words out, tears welling in your eyes.

His face softened slightly.

“There’s no way you could have told me this?”

You shook your head profusely.

“I promise you, I had no time. He’s very specific about the schedule and all that shit- you know I would have told you if I could have. Or. . . I hope you believe me when I say I would have.”

He breathed out a long sigh.

“You’re not selfish. You're not indebted to me, and this was a huge opportunity for you. I’m glad you took it. I overreacted.”

“No, no, you didn’t,” you protested. “I told you I’d keep showing up for you, and I didn't. You have a right to be really fucking mad at me.”

You dug your nails into his palms, afraid of letting him go.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I shouldn't have gotten so fixated on you coming to spend time with me. You have a life,” he answered brusquely. “I got in the way of it, because I needed… someone there so badly.”

“Stop,” you said, exasperated. “Stop trying to make it seem like I don’t give a shit about you. If I didn’t care about you, Vanth, I wouldn't have looked back. I would have just shrugged off that whole first night as a weird story.”

“Okay.”

He was silent for a moment, contemplating his next words.

“I just can't shake the idea that you pity me.”

You let out an involuntary groan of frustration, dropping his hands and taking a step back.

“Pity you? Maker- Why would I have been making eyes at you for weeks if I pitied you? I like you, Vanth.”

“I’ve never been insecure, never doubted when women said that,” he replied, his voice uncharacteristically soft and unstable. “But I’m having a really hard time imagining what you could have seen in me these past few weeks.”

“You think I’m that shallow?”

“No- I don’t know!” His voice was defeated. “I just feel like I lost a part of my dignity along with everything else.”

The pain etched on his face caused your anger to quickly evaporate. Without a second thought, you moved towards him in a few rapid strides and took his face in your hands.

“I didn’t know you before, Vanth, but I don’t think you lost a damn thing about yourself.”

He tilted his face closer to you, nestling his nose against yours. You closed your eyes, and you felt his lips tentatively brush against your forehead. They traveled down the side of your face, before sealing your mouth in a feather-light kiss.

“Come on. You can do better than that,” you murmured against his mouth.

He laughed quietly, shaking his head. But his lips pressed against yours, with force this time. His tongue teased its way in, and you were grasping his hair for support as you kissed him with a wild fervor. He held your waist in an iron grip.

The kiss was sloppy, warm, an exploration in unfamiliar territory. You sensed his hands hovering downward, his gentlemanly instincts preventing him from going any further. You took it upon yourself to rid him of any pretenses, grabbing his hands and moving them to cup your ass. He started slightly in surprise, before eagerly clutching the flesh.

Soon, you had him backed up against the bacta pod. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he grunted in pain.

“Fuck. I forgot.”

“Nah, you’re okay, doll. I’m just still getting used to it.”

He hoisted you up higher, trailing kisses down your jawline to your neck. Your hands moved down to his chest, pawing at the fabric covering his sturdy body in an attempt to prompt him to take it off. It clung to the outline of abs.

“I don’t have anything on underneath,” he murmured, clasping your hand.

“That’s why I want it off,” you whispered.

He seemed suddenly shy, almost ashamed.

“Here, I’ll go first. Is that alright?” You coaxed. “We don't have to go that far if you don't want to.”

“No, no, I want to. I want to see you,” he breathed.

His eyes traveled hungrily down your body, still cocooned in the coat.

You realized how strangely shy you were around him too. You hadn’t had a meaningful relationship outside of sex in years. The uncomfortably familiar fear crept into your mind: that he was just using you. You weren’t worth anything beyond your body.

“Is everything okay?” he asked softly. You brought yourself to stare directly in his eyes, fogged over by desire; yet his gaze held a distinct adoration. It was a stark contrast to the hungry, lustful expressions that adorned the faces of the men you encountered in your career.

You slowly breathed out, trying to let the stresses melt away.

“Yeah, don't worry. I know, the escort being nervous, it's ironic.”

He grabbed your hand and squeezed it tight.

“It's not. Take your time, beautiful.”

Basking in the burst of confidence his words gave you, you rather unceremoniously shrugged off the coat that was swallowing your body.

You immediately felt painfully bare in the glittery, see-through, tasseled number that you'd been squeezed into for several hours.

His eyes roved up and down your body in an awed appreciation.

“It’s bad, I know,” you said quickly, breaking the silence.

“Bad? Fuck no. You look amazing,” he replied in a thick, husky voice.

He approached you, moving closer until he was nearly pressed against you and you could feel his body heat rolling off him in waves.

“Can I take it off?” he whispered.

You just nodded, feeling intoxicated by his presence as he towered over you.

His hands raked over your body, caressing every curve. Lifting up the bottom, he exposed the thong that provided little coverage. He moved the string of fabric aside, his finger gently tracing your wetness.

“How do you get this fuckin’ thing off?” he asked, his hands searching.

“There’s a zipper on the back,” you offered, too far gone to find humor in the situation. You just wanted his hands back on you- immediately.

You felt goosebumps forming across your skin, your hair standing on end as his fingers wandered to the back of your dress, pulling it open at what seemed a painfully slow speed.

“You’re being too much of a gentleman,” you murmured, the dress dropping to your feet.

He let out a musical laugh, moving to press himself against you.

“Sure about that?” he breathed into your ear, his fingers hooking around your underwear. He tugged at it teasingly, until he pulled too hard and it snapped in his hands. He looked down in surprise.

“Uh, yeah, the material’s pretty cheap.”

“Or I’m really, really strong.”

“Mhm,” you rebutted. The wind was abruptly knocked out of you as he endeavored to prove his point- you were shoved up against the cold wall, boxed in by his arms.

Just as you were reveling in his display of dominance, he loosened his grip, suddenly descending to his knees. Your heart instantly felt like it was threatening to burst out of your chest.

He looked up at you, and your stomach tightened as his eyes bore into yours. Him on his knees for you was such a beautiful sight to behold. His lips were swollen and pink from your affections, his hair thoroughly mussed up.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice soft and understanding. “I just assumed it’d been awhile since someone put you first.”

Fuck. Me.

You nodded.

“Come on, I need you to use your words, darlin’.”

You sighed in a combination of arousal and annoyance. “Yes, Vanth.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, trailing kisses up your leg. His mouth whispered against your clit, steady and cautious. He continued to move his lips at a glacial place, appearing to be carefully savoring your taste, but causing you to grow impatient.

“Vanth,” you whined. “Do something, please.”

He drew back, looking up at you with a dazed expression.

“I’m sorry, darlin’. I just wanna… savor you,” he said softly. You barely had any time to process what he’d said before his lips were back on you and you were overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure.

“F-Fuck.. Stay right there, please,” you pleaded, squeezing your eyes shut. He expertly worked his tongue through your folds, sending your nerve endings into a frenzy. You unconsciously pawed at his hair, grabbing a handful of it in your fists and pulling him closer to you. You were utterly lost in the sensation he was giving you, your thighs trapping him against you.

“Vanth, I’m gonna-” you moaned out, hardly giving him enough warning before you achieved your high.

He slowly detached himself from your hold, his face slick with the remnants of your arousal as he licked his lips like a hungry predator.

“I’m sorry,” you panted.

“Huh? What for, doll?”

“For having you in such a vice grip.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “It was hot, believe me.”

“Come on, get up,” you demanded, grabbing at the fabric covering him. “I don’t know why this is still on.”

“You’re wasting no time,” he mused as he fumbled to free himself from the oppressive item of clothing in question.

“Of course not.” You descended upon him like a wolf to its prey, your hands running down his torso and stopping eagerly above his waist. His cock sprung free from his waistband, pre-cum leaking from its angry pink tip. You wrapped your hand around it, pumping it up and down.

“Wait, wait, stop,” he cut in after a few moments, desperation painting his expression. “I don’t want to cum just from that.”

You halted the motion, your hand still grasping his appendage. “You’re saying you would cum from just this?”

“Hey, lay off me. I haven’t. . . y’know. In a while.”

“So what you’re telling me is that you’re, like, really backed up?” You slowly moved your hand up and down his cock.

He shot you an irritated look. “If that’s how you want to put it, yes.”

“And where do you wanna cum then, huh?”

“You on birth control?”

“What do you think, Marshal?”

He smirked and leaned in to continue, but you put a hand up to stop him. “Uh-uh. I want you to use your words.”

“To say what?” he asked, confusion settling over his features.

“What you just said. Where you want to cum.”

“Oh, so you’re gonna make me spell it out, then, doll? Alright. I’ll bite.”

He stepped back slightly, staring into your eyes with a piercing gaze.

“I want to cum inside you. ”

You mock-scoffed, placing a hand on your heart. “Using me like a cheap whore.”

“I’m sure you’re a very expensive whore, darlin’.” He pressed a swift kiss to your lips before stepping out of his jumpsuit.

He kicked it aside, standing before you with his naked body on full display. Something about the way he seemed to avoid your gaze and shuffle uncomfortably indicated that he viewed his changed form as a source of shame.

“You’re perfect,” you breathed. Your eyes surveyed his body, the gaping parts of him that had to be filled in with metal. Pieces of himself he’d never get back. But in front of you, utterly vulnerable, he’d never looked more handsome and completely whole. He was a masterpiece, the product of a clumsy God who’d managed to restore his broken creation to its original greatness.

“I’m an old man, Eve,” he retorted, breaking your reverie.

“Oh, shut up. You know I’m only several years younger.”

“But far more striking than I am,” he said in a low voice, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Come on, let’s go over here. I don’t want to talk anymore, doll.”

He took your hand in his, and as you trailed behind him, you were unwittingly mesmerized by his figure. He stopped in front of the bacta pod, turning as if he could feel your eyes burning into him.

“Well?” He gestured to it.

“You want me to get in?” you asked, surprise and uncertainty creeping into your voice.

“It’s not like we exactly have a bed to work with, do we?”

He sensed your trepidation as you hesitated to reply, stepping towards you and rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

“It’s not that bad. I would know, trust me.”

“I’m just worried we’ll- I don’t know, break it or something.”

He laughed. “Oh, please. This thing is made to withstand anything. Even fucking, I’d wager.”

“Don’t be so crass,” you teased, flicking him.

He tilted his head. “Didn’t I say I didn’t want to talk anymore?” he repeated, gesturing towards the pod again.

“Alright, dick,” you muttered, cautiously clambering in. You winced at the sensation of its cold bottom against your bare skin.

“Lay down on your back please, darlin’.” He stood over the pod, his erection staunchly evident. You did as he said wordlessly.

He climbed on top of you, bracing himself on either side of the pod.

“You ready?” He asked.

You nodded with a murmur of affirmation.

“Nah, darlin’. I thought we used our words here, remember?”

Ugh. Fuck him for turning what you said earlier back on you.

“I’m ready.”

He was motionless, cocking an eyebrow. “For what?”

“For you to fuck me, Marshal.” You placed an irritated emphasis on his title.

“Good girl,” he said softly. You felt heat rising to your face and your heart thumping against your chest as he drew closer to you.

As he lined himself up with your entrance, his eyes bored into yours. He was staring at you so intently, as if you were the only thing in his vision.

He gently pushed himself inside you, his thrusts agonizingly slow at first as he adjusted to you. You let out a soft moan, relishing the feeling of him filling you up. You wanted more.

He seemed deeply unsure of himself, but you could see the thinly veiled desire in his expression.

“Come on, Vanth. Give me all of you. Please,” you encouraged.

Your words were all he needed to finally let go. Your warmth, your body, pressed up to him allowed him to forget the months of pent-up loneliness and self-doubt, if only for now. You pulled yourself closer, wrapping your arms around his neck as you felt his thrusts grow faster and sloppy. You wanted to melt into his strong hold, close any space that kept you apart.

“Mmm- I know, this is embarrassing, but uh-,” he started, his breathing heavy. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, then, Marshal.”

He grasped at you, trying to brace himself on some part of your flesh. You steadied his hand, placing it o n your throat. He squeezed it with abrupt pressure in a passionate fervor, eyes blazing like a wild beast as he left you gasping for air.

“Fuck- sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s alright,” you breathed, secretly reveling in his complete loss of inhibitions.

Loosening his grip on your windpipe, he began thrusting harder, faster. You could feel him reaching his climax by the way the hand around your throat went limp, his cock twitching inside you.

His cum painting your insides, he pulled out of you with a throaty grunt. You whined at the loss of contact, grabbing for him. Your hands touched the smooth metal of his replicated flesh, and he winced away.

“What?” you asked, your stomach dropping.

“Sorry. It’s not you, darlin’. It’s just still so. . strange. I’ll get used to it.” He placed your hand back on his shoulder.

He leaned in, planting a kiss on your forehead and then your lips.

“Thank you. That was amazing,” he murmured. Lowering his voice even further, he added, “I think I might be in love with you.”

“I’ve heard that an unfortunate amount of times. Usually right at this exact moment.”

“Is it still unfortunate if I mean it?”

“No. I might love you too. The jury’s still out, though. I need the defendant to buy me a drink first, then I can decide.”

He chuckled. “Sounds like bribery, but deal. Let’s get you cleaned up, doll.”

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