Male (domtop) reader, lwk mean r, slight choking, exhibition, degradation, comparing sizes, use of ‘cunt’ once, possible ooc, this ain’t serious, i swear this is consensual, Lo Wang’s just a brat (affectionately) this is such a niche fandom lmao, no one gonna like (or know) this 😭🙏
LET’S TALK WITH MY BODY, I KNOW THAT YOU WANT IT, SLOWLY BABY sweaty, saay
It all started with a simple comment from Lo Wang. A very, completely, normal and innocent comment.
“All I’m saying,” Lo Wang continues, “is that I’ve got the biggest balls here. That dragon? Done for.”
“Yeah right!” Hoji argues back, hands twiddling with his own claws. “You weren’t able to defeat it without my help, pookie.”
“You guys are both idiots,” you mumble, blowing the fire out on your slow roasted fish on a stick. “The biggest balls are mine, obviously.”
“Excuse you?” He gasps offendedly. “Who’s the one fighting demons on a literal fucking otherworldly dragon?” Lo Wang unsheathes his sword with a smirk. “Me. You’re welcome. Now apologize to my massive balls.”
You choke on the fish at his words, coughing pathetically as Hoji tries to pat your back. “Get a load of this guy,” you finally choke out, “you woke the fucking thing up, your balls aren’t massive.”
“He’s got you there.”
“Shut up, Hoji. You’re just jealous the girls love my big dick. It’s in the name, Lo Wang.”
He didn’t expect for you took that as a challenge.
“This little thing?” He hears you tease, fingers wrapped around his cock, completely covering it. “This can’t please anything. It’s almost cute.” That was a lie, it is cute, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“S-shut up!” Lo Wang stutters out, a hand covering his eyes to shield himself from your perverted actions. His body twitches when your fist squeezes his dick, a faux frown on your face at his words.
“Still all high and mighty? Look at you, your dick isn’t even half my size, pathetic.” You scoff, nails digging into his thigh. Hoji stares intensely as you compare your dick to Lo Wang’s, not even half your length and it has Hoji gulping. He watches as your thumb presses against Lo Wang’s tip, smearing the pre cum.
“What is with you humans and comparing sizes?” He finally vocalizes, claws digging into the floor to not get closer and see for himself.
You hum and clasp a hand over Lo Wang’s mouth before he can speak. “Ego,” he tries to bite your hand but the tight squeeze of the hand around his dick forces him to muffle out a groan instead. “But he, specifically, is just a little bitch with a big mouth. Sometimes you just gotta show him his place.”
Before Hoji can ask another question, Lo Wang throws his head back with a muffle moan as you finally push into his slick and prepped hole. You move your hand down to his throat and keep it there, not enough pressure to choke him, but enough for him to feel it.
“A-asshole—“ Lo Wang gasps, fingers itching for any of his weapons. “Could’ve warned—“ your fingers prod into his mouth and hold down his tongue, effectively stopping his complaints. He nearly bites off your fingers when he feels your tip brush against his prostate.
“See?” You tut disapprovingly, glancing at Hoji’s mask as Lo Wang moans pathetically under your slow thrusts. “All that talk about women yet he moans like one under my touch.”
Hoji unclenches his claws from the clawed up floor before tilting his head at Lo Wang. “Who would’ve thought you’d be such a bottom.” He tries not to think about how attractive your chuckle was.
“Your cunts suckin’ me in, baby.” You flick the tip of Lo Wang’s leaking cock, wet squelches coming from his ruined hole. “Soaking wet and loose too, you sure no one else been here but me?” His face flushes red at your words, mouth opening to retort but the insults die on his tongue with a harsh thrust. You grip his jaw with that annoying grin of yours before angling his face towards Hoji’s masked one.
“Why don’t you give Hoji a good show, pookie.”
And if Hoji wasn’t a being with no genitals, then he’d be jerking off at the sight of you plowing his best friend.
I love to think that the first time Padmé ever saw her man in uniform, her mind just shuts down. Like blank slate clean. No thoughts. She just stares, completely and totally entranced. The good news for her, despite the public setting (come on, it's a lot more dramatic and fun this way!), is her handmaidens are able to run interference. And they're pretty successful at it, too. Until Anakin realizes the effect he's clearly having on his wife and starts not-so-subtly (it IS Anakin we are talking about here) showing off for her.
At some point, Dormé just calls a spade a spade, and hands Padmé whatever the Star Wars equivalent of a handkerchief is. When Padmé blinks back to life and stutters, "Wh-- What's this for?" Dormé rolls her eyes, and says, "Your drool, M'Lady."
