Who's bigger?

Ahsoka's arms wrap around you tightly as her mouth trails down to your jaw, then your neck, teeth scraping lightly against your skin as she lets out a soft moan.

Ahsoka: "Oh, yeah. Keep touching me like this. Please."

Her words come out needy and commanding, yet you find yourself helpless to not please her as you gently move your hand to her dick, gently peeling back her foreskin.

Ahsoka’s breath hitches sharply at your touch, her hips lifting instinctively to meet your hand.

Ahsoka: "F-Fuck—" She bites down on her lower lip as you expose the glistening tip of her cock. "You always... knew exactly how to..."

Her sentence dissolves into a shaky gasp when your thumb swipes over her sensitive dick head, her entire body and being shuddering beneath you.

Y/n: "It's really cute, being this big."

Ahsoka's snippy retort is lost in a gasp as your thumb continues to tease her, her eyes closing involuntarily for a moment, her head tipping back against the pillow.

Ahsoka (groaning) "Not fair... You can't... do that—"

Y/n: "You don't seem to mind." You playfully interrupt her.

Ahsoka can't hold back a laugh, her big chest rising and falling rapidly. Then, her eyes open and she looks at you hungrily.

Ahsoka: "Who said I minded? I just... don't want to get ahead of ourselves."

Her words remind of a warning, a subtle reminder that even now, in the midst of such pleasure, her Jedi training still resurfaces, despite both of your best efforts. But her gaze betrays her true feelings.

Y/n: "Oh, should we stop? I can stop if that's what you want."

You obviously know her answer to that question but you want to push every bit of uncertainty out of both minds.

Ahsoka exhales sharply, her dick twitching restlessly in your hand, her body clearly communicating a different massage than her mouth.

Ahsoka (in the tiniest of voices): "You know... I've missed how you... tease... me..."

Despite her words, though, her hand moves down to yours, stopping just before you pull away completely, her eyes dark with both warning and desire.

Ahsoka (with a challenging smirk): "I just said 'get ahead of ourselves'. I didn't say 'stop'. There's a difference."

After her confirmation, you decide that the conversation has gone heavy enough and decide to lighten the mood a little.

Y/n: "You know, your dick grew that much bigger but I didn't ask about the stamina. Does it still ejaculate prematurely?"

Ahsoka's cheeks redden at the question, her expression somewhere between annoyance and amusement.

Ahsoka: "Well, it is bigger, as you so graciously pointed out. And no, my control's gotten much better over the years."

She smirks.

Ahsoka: "But you'll just have to find out for yourself, hmm?"

Y/n: "Of course, Ahsoka... But I still possess the alfa (Yeah, I know it sounds ridiculous but I don't know how else to put it. Besides, it's funny as heck.) dick of this relationship."

Ahsoka lets out a sharp laughter, her fingers reaching up and down your chest with a teasing grin.

Ahsoka (smirking): "Oh? Is that so?"

Her voice drops, with a tone all teasing. But when her eyes meet yours, there's a gleam that's undeniably competitive.

Ahsoka: "Well, then I think we should put that to the test..."

Y/n: "Wanna see who's bigger?"

Ahsoka's eyes darken at the challenge, her entire expression shifting to something more predatory, clearly accepting the competition without a second thought. She was always the competitive kind.

Ahsoka: "You're on."

Y/n: "Let's have a fair measuring contest then and may the biggest win."

Ahsoka shifts beneath you, propping herself up on one elbow to get a better look at the competition.

Ahsoka: "Fine. But let's make this interesting. If I win..." Her fingers trail down your chest slowly. "...You admit my phallus is objectively superior."

She raises an eyebrow challengingly before glancing down between them, her smirk deepening as she compares their lengths in her mind.

Y/n: "And if I win, you do the same."

Ahsoka's smirk turns downright wicked as she leans in closer.

Ahsoka: "Deal." She gives you a delicate once over, then she looks back down again, her eyes full of competitive fire.

Then, she suddenly reaches between you and deliberately aligns the two cocks side by side with one hand, so to make the comparison undeniable.

Ahsoka (teasing): "Well? Still feeling confident?"

As you take a glance at your own cock next to Ahsoka's, you can't help but be amazed. Your cocks are remarkably similar in size and shape. But it's Ahsoka's dick that truly commands attention, its sheer girth and length making it seem almost imposing despite its delicate orange skin.

Ahsoka's cockhead is still slightly swollen from her recent self-stimulation and it seems to be throbbing with anticipation as you gaze at it. The slit-like opening is now parted slightly, revealing a glimpse of the pink flesh within. The rim around the head is raised and ridged.

The shaft itself is long but not too thickly veined, with prominent bulges running along its length. As you look down at it, you can't help but notice how beautifully proportioned everything is.

The base of Ahsoka's cock is thick, but not too much, and sturdy, with a subtle indentation where it meets her pelvis. The skin around the shaft is smooth and unblemished, except for a few scattered freckles that add to its allure. As you gaze at this magnificent sight, you can't help but feel your own cock stirring in response, as if drawn to the sheer magnificence of Ahsoka's dick.

You can't help but notice how perfectly they complement each other. It's as if they were meant to be together all along, two beautiful cocks standing proudly next to each other.

Y/n: "Seems like a draw to me."

Ahsoka rolls her eyes, her competitive spirit still very much present.

Ahsoka (teasing): "Really? Only a draw? I think there's a clear winner here."

She pokes your chest lightly, smirking.

Ahsoka: "Looks like someone's in denial."

Y/n: "You're kidding me? They're the same size."

Ahsoka rolls her eyes at your insistence, shaking her head with mock disbelief.

Ahsoka: "No, no. I can clearly see a difference. Maybe you need to get your eyes checked."

She playfully pokes your chest once more, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes dance with amusement, just daring you to refute her claim.

Y/n: "Oh, yeah? And what do you see exactly?"

Ahsoka scoffs.

Ahsoka: "Oh, come on. I'm sure you can see the difference. It's obvious, really." She runs her hand lightly down your chest, gaze holding yours with a smirk."But apparently I'll have to spell it out for you..."

She leans in close, lips brushing your ear.

Ahsoka: "I'm bigger."

Y/n: "And where exactly do you get that impression, genius? We're obviously the same size."

Ahsoka rolls her eyes playfully, clearly amused by the insistence.

Ahsoka: "You're just stubborn."

She pauses, then adds.

Ahsoka: "Need me to get a ruler, is that it? For the exact measurements?"

Y/n: "You got one?"

Ahsoka : "No... But I have an alternative."

She reaches over to the small desk beside the bed and searches through a drawer. After a moment, she pulls out a datapad, because of course she wouldn’t have an old-fashioned ruler on hand.

Ahsoka (teasingly smug as she taps at it): "Fine. Let’s settle this scientifically." Her eyes flick up to yours with challenge."...Unless you’re scared I’ll win?"

Y/n: "Let's do it."

Ahsoka grins, her competitive spirit rising to the surface again.

Ahsoka: "Alright then."

She scans your phallus and hers with a quick swipe of the datapad. It beeps after a moment.

(A/n: I don't know if datapads can actually do that in Canon but for the shake of the story, they can. Also, you're reading a story about Ahsoka having a dick, who cares about the lore, am I right?)

Ahsoka: "It says... You're just going to have to accept defeat."

The way her eyes gleam betrays the smug smirk on her lips. She turns the pad toward you, clearly victorious.

Ahsoka: "I told you I was bigger."

Y: "Seriously? For 0.5 cm? Come on, that's pretty much a draw."

Ahsoka scoffs, her smirk deepening as she snatches the datapad back and wiggles it in your face.

Ahsoka: "0.5 cm is still a win. My win."

She leans in closer, her free hand resting on your thigh, her fingers drumming lightly as if to punctuate her victory.

Ahsoka: "Admit it. I’m superior. Honor our deal."

Y/n: "I... Okay, you have the superior phallus. Congrats."

Ahsoka's grin turns downright triumphant. She practically preens, tossing the datapad aside with a satisfied flourish.

Ahsoka (mock-serious): "Thank you. I accept this victory graciously."

Then her expression softens into something warmer, as she shifts to press closer against you.

Ahsoka: "...Now that we've settled that... what do you want me to do with my 'superior phallus'?"