Warnings: 18+, Maul is a pervert, panty thief Maul, cumming in your panties, stalker Maul, obsessive ideations, tpm Maul
PervertMaul! Who’s been obsessed with you from the moment he first met you through Sidious.
PervertMaul! Who starts off subtle, walking past the training room while you’re in there to catch glimpses of you. Or when he lingers after his briefings just to watch you walk into the room with that typical scowl on your face.
PervertMaul! Who stands a little too close to you on missions. Moving in ways that makes you think he’s just adjusting, meanwhile he’s getting whiffs of your shampoo, body wash, or detergent.
PervertMaul! Who under the rouse of taking the first shift, spends it watching you sleep. Despite being indoors, at a shady inn for a - days long task, knowing you can handle yourself. He can’t get enough of every twitch you make, how your lips part in your slumber, what are you dreaming about?
PervertMaul! Who takes this as the perfect opportunity to touch himself to you. How he shamelessly pulls his cock out as he sits in the dingy looking chair in the corner.
PervertMaul! Who with a wave of his hand, makes the blanket shift, catching a glimpse of your panties poking out from the baggy part of your sleep shorts.
PervertMaul! Who made sure to steal the worn pair of panties the next day when you showered. Keeping them stashed on his person. Knowing exactly what he’s going to do with them.
PervertMaul! Who with any free time he gets, has that single pair of panties wrapped around his girthy cock. Fisting himself with the soft cotton material.
PervertMaul! Who inhales deeply. The mix of your natural scent and sweat filling his nostrils. Imagining what you taste like. His pace quickening as he feels himself reaching his peak.
PervertMaul! Who cums with a broken whine. Your name falling from his lips as his load is shot, coating the delicate fabric with his essence.
PervertMaul! Who watches you from a distance, getting a kick out of the way you begin to squirm when you feel prying eyes on you. Only failing to realize it’s your partner.
PervertMaul! Who’s read all your files, and dug into your past whether it be from asking Lord Sidious, or visiting your hometown when on a mission in that sector.
PervertMaul! Who’s followed you home on countless occasions, who now slips into your apartment through the window anytime you’re not home or at night when you’re fast asleep.
PervertMaul! Who’s gone through all your beginnings, touching your things, reading from your books and scrolling through your data-pad. Going so far as to see what’s stocked up in the kitchen, finding out what drinks you prefer, and your favorite snacks.
PervertMaul! Who beats off every single time he’s in your home. Using items from your dirty clothes basket to pleasure himself with. Imagining how soft your skin is, the noises you would make, and how godly you’d feel wrapped around his cock.
PervertMaul! Who enjoys the confused expression on your face when you’re doing the laundry. Confused on where these new stains are suddenly coming from. But knowing it’s not worth it to ask anyone about it.
PervertMaul! Who stands with a painfully erect cock as he watches you touch yourself for the first time. How your hand vanished under the waistband of your pants, the way your cheeks flush red, the soft whimpers that escape you as you chase your release.
PervertMaul! Who cums in his pants when he hears the name that falls from your throat as your orgasm hits you.
