Romanticism (and some light docking)

Y/n: "I don't know...." He chuckles, then continues. "Honestly, I still can't believe that that tiny thing grew that big that it is now bigger than mine."

Ahsoka bursts out laughing again, clearly not offended. If anything, she seems delighted by your continued teasing.

Ahsoka: "Oh please, as if you don't secretly love it."

She gives a playful thrust of her hips against yours.

Ahsoka: "Face it... You're obsessed with how much I've grown."

Y/n: "It certainly was easier to tease you back then."

Ahsoka eyes you with mischief as she props herself up on one elbow, looming over you.

Ahsoka: "Oh? So now that I’m bigger, it's suddenly harder for you?" (Pun intended)

She drags a single finger down your chest.

Ahsoka: "Or are you just... scared of what this new size can do?"

You're about to give a cocky answer (also pun intended) , but then a realization hits you.

Y/n: "I'm sorry if I teased you too much about how tiny your dick was."

Ahsoka's eyes sparkle with amusement as she gives you a playful swat on the shoulder.

Ahsoka: "I should hope so. It didn't exactly feel good being made fun of for something I couldn't change."

She pauses, a bit of that earlier vulnerability is hearable on her tone.

Ahsoka: "...Although you did have a valid point. Tiny was the best word to describe it."

Y/n: "I didn't make you feel bad though, did I?"

Ahsoka becomes serious, hearing the sincerity in your voice.

Ahsoka: "No, no. You were never cruel or anything. But if I'm being completely honest... it was always a bit of an insecurity, even then."

She gives you a gentle nudge, not wanting to linger on that train of thought.

Ahsoka: "But I think I'm over it now."

Y/n: "Yeah, you literally grew out of it."

Ahsoka snorts, rolling her eyes playfully.

Ahsoka: "Wow. Really? 'Grew out of it'. How original."

She leans in closer, her smirk turning wicked as she deliberately presses herself against you—just enough to remind you exactly how much she’s grown.

Ahsoka: "And now? You don’t have anything left to tease me about."

Y/n: "Honestly, do Togrutas’ dicks usually grow that much, that late?"

Ahsoka: "No, actually. Most Togrutas are pretty much set by their early teens, maybe by their mid-teens at latest. I've never heard of anyone growing this much after puberty. It..."

She pauses, thinking.

Ahsoka: "I thought it was just some weird thing about me. I wonder..."

Y/n: "What's your theory?"

Ahsoka props her chin on her hand, staring at the ceiling as she ponders, her expression becoming a mix of scientific curiosity and amusement.

Ahsoka: "Well... Maybe my **** sensitivity had something to do with it. Or..."

She smirks sideways at you. "...Maybe I just wanted an excuse to prove you wrong."

Ahsoka: "Or maybe my body was just like 'Nope, not done yet.' And honestly? I’m not complaining."

Y/n: "Why would you? It's pretty lovely."

Ahsoka's smirk softens while a hint of real affection and vulnerability is evident in her eyes as she looks at you. She reaches out to brush her fingers over your chest lightly, just to remind herself that you’re really here.

Ahsoka: "Yeah... it is."

She presses closer for a moment, her voice quieter but no less teasing.

Ahsoka: "And far more useful than it used to be."

Y/n: "Don't be that hard at it. I mean, yeah, you're not wrong, but still."

Ahsoka may shake her head but she seems relieved you called her out.

Ahsoka: "Fine, fine. I’ll be gentle with my superior phallus."

She brushes her lips against yours as she murmurs:

Ahsoka: "...But only because you asked so nicely."

Y/n: "Glad I could help be of any assistance."

Ahsoka hums in agreement, her eyes closing as she rests her forehead against yours for a moment.

She then exhales softly and adds:

Ahsoka: "I missed this."

Y/n: "I missed this too. More than anything else."

As you bring your dick closer to Ahsoka's, your phalluses meet in a gentle kiss, the tips pressing against each other, trying to become one.

Ahsoka’s breath hitches, her entire body shuddering at the contact as her fingers dig into your shoulders.

Ahsoka: "****... you."

Her hips jerk forward instinctively, seeking more friction. Her eyes flicker down to where your cocks press together before locking back onto yours eyes.

Ahsoka: "This is all I thought about. Every damn night."

Y/n: "I know. Me too. You were in all of my dreams."

The head of Ahsoka's dick is still slightly swollen from her recent self-stimulation, and it seems to be throbbing with anticipation as it kisses yours. The slit-like opening parts slightly, revealing a glimpse of pink flesh within.

Your own cockhead responds by swelling ever so slightly more, its rim raised and ridged like an eager mouth ready to devour hers.

Ahsoka leans in, her lips just barely brushing yours as she speaks, ragged and breathless.

Ahsoka: "I didn't think I would ever get to have this again."

Her fingers dig harder into your shoulders, anchoring herself like this to you. She’s afraid all of this will vanish in an instant. She's afraid you may vanish in an instant

Ahsoka: "Don't go. Don't ever go again. Please."

Y/n: "I'm not gonna make the same mistake twice, my love. I will be by your side from now on. Always."

Ahsoka's grip on your shoulders tightens as you're all that's keeping her grounded right now. You're the anchor, the rock. And she's the same thing to you.

She leans in, her forehead pressing to yours. A rare moment of vulnerability that shows just how much she's been carrying all these years.

Ahsoka: "Promise me."

Y/n: "I promise. I swear. I give you an oath. Everything. I will follow you to **** before I leave your side again."

Ahsoka exhales shakily, her eyes closing as if to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes. And you know you're one of the very few people who have ever seen her like this. Basically only you and maybe Master Skywalker.

Huh. Now you think about him. Ahsoka loved him and saw him as a big brother but he was killed by that Vader guy. You think:

'Another reason I need to stay with her... But let's not mention this right now. Don't wanna lose Ahsoka's hard on.'

When her eyes flutter open again, there's an intensity that makes something deep within you burn.

Ahsoka: "And I promise you, with everything that I am, that I will love you till the last beat of my heart. And even then, even in ****, my soul will still be yours."

Y/n: "Sometimes, you get so dramatic when you get horny. But yeah... I feel the same way as well."

Ahsoka’s breath hitches, then she laughs, her entire body shaking with it. She swats your chest lightly, but there's no real annoyance in the gesture. Just teasing.

Ahsoka: "Oh, I'm dramatic? You're the one that started making poetic **** vows mid-foreplay!"

She pauses, then admits:

Ahsoka: "...But keep talking like that. I love it."

Y/n: "I don't know. I really prefer focusing on how our perfect phalluses kiss."

Ahsoka shudders, her breath catching at the words, her grip on you tightening as she grinds down harder against your cock.

Ahsoka: "F-Fuck... say that again."

Her lips find yours in a messy kiss—all tongue and desperation.

Ahsoka: "I love how they feel together... Like we were made to fit like this..."