*TS is a joke btw*

Why is Darth Maul oiled up - my art and headcanon(full artwork at the end of the post)

warnings: nsfw 18+ oily maul

note: guys this is just a lil something because I got a flu and I feel miserable. This request put a smile on my face, it’s so adorable and gave me inspo to draw so thank you <3 btw I used one of those OC randomizers to draw anon x)

So why does Maul get oiled up? You ask.

He just does it because, honestly, he knows you like it.

He has seen the way you look at him when he’s sweating after training. The way you quite literally short circuit at the sight of his skin glistening and glowing when he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it into the laundry basket. The way beads of sweat trace the shape of his every muscle, slipping down his chest, over his abs, and down across his lower stomach. Just as one drop is about to disappear beneath the waistband of his pants, he hooks his thumb under it, tugging it down just enough to let the droplet continue its path. He motions for you to come closer and down on your knees, and when you do, you lean forward and you catch it with your tongue. His hand settles against the back of your head, gently rubbing there in quiet approval as your tongue trails lower.

Maul can hear how fast your heart races in those moments, and he loves it. Sometimes he even obsesses over it, daydreams about it, you get stuck there like a perfect little thorn in his mind, scratching at his raging desire, the one that he likes to put aside so his thoughts are clear. But this one.. this one particular thought of you isn’t that easy to lock away. So getting oiled up just makes perfect sense to him. It’s merely a means to an end, the easiest way to finally satisfy the thoughts that have been eating away at him, to finally see you completely worked up over the sheen of his skin.

After showering, he waits for you on his bed, a small bottle of oil already in his hand. The moment you walk in, he holds it out to you.

“Get to work, my dear.”

He shifts slightly, angling his hips toward you, instinctively flexing his abs in anticipation as you tip the bottle and let the oil spill over him. A heavy sigh escapes him the moment your hands begin spreading it across his skin. You start slowly, gliding over the firm lines of his chest before working your way up to his neck and shoulders.

“Mmm…” he hums as you press a little harder, easing the tension from his muscles.

A few stray drops escape down his sides, curling around the shape of his ribs before disappearing underneath him.

“Sorry… I’m making a mess,” you mumble softly, the nervousness in your voice giving him exactly what he wants.

He only smiles, unusually quiet, simply watching the way you get shy beneath his gaze whenever you touch him. His hand reaches up to tilt your blushing face towards him before another soft moan leaves him as your hands drift lower down his stomach.

Your touch falters when you notice the growing bulge pressing against your forearm, and you let out a quiet gasp. He doesn’t let you pull away though. Instead, he slips a hand beneath your shirt, toying with your nipple, grazing it lightly with his nails.

“Keep going, love. You’re perfect.”

By now your face is burning. You can barely focus. He’s teasing you on purpose, the touch beneath your shirt sending shivers down your spine and leaving you aching for more. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

This is why he got oiled up in the first place.

“Hmm… I wonder…” he murmurs, almost to himself.

Your eyes flick up to meet his, and before you realize what’s happening, his fingertips are already slick with oil, disappearing beneath your shirt again and leaving the same glossy mess across your skin.

“Mmm… What Fun.” he teases, rolling your oiled nipple between his fingers. “So slippery, my dear”

You gasp at the unfamiliar sensation, nearly losing your composure, but despite the oil making everything slick, he still manages to tighten his grip around your nipple, pinching just enough to remind you to stay focused on your task.

“That’s my good pet.”