Mesa Loves You - Steve Buscemi X Jar Jar Binks Fanfiction

The Princess Leia Scene Except It's Steve Buscemi

"Run away? With you?" Steve was flustered, and so was the tip of his bulging pink cock.

"We can start our own planet, and rule our own galaxy," Jar Jar pleaded. "Just the two of us, unless you ever feel like spicing things up..."

"Wait what? I let you fuck me in a bathroom stall and suddenly we're madly in love," Steve snapped. "If we're going by that logic, I better also be getting some damn child support checks cuz I called you 'Daddy' way too many fucking times."

"Talking back to mesa, huh?" The alien glistened in the flickering lights of the destroyed bathroom. "Guess you don't want to be able walk tomorrow."

The senator was scared. Turned on, but scared.

Jar Jar's tongue flew out of his mouth and wrapped around Steve's throat like a collar.

"Come here, baby boy," he purred. "Daddy's gonna clap those cheeks and have you begging for more."

He galloped out of the bathroom, his sloppy footsteps echoing as his tongue flapped behind him and dragging the exposed jedi/senator/wrinkly man behind him.

"Jar Jar, I-"

"What did you just call mesa, homo?"

"Homosexual! Me? Is it really gay if you're getting fucked by a lizard?"

"That's besides the fucking point, slut." Jar Jar tightened the tongue collar.

"Ah," Steve gasped. "I meant, Daddy, where are we going?"

"We're going to Planet Necro," Jar Jar grinned.

The man shrieked. "That's racist!"

"No, sweetums," he sighed. "Necro as in necrophilia."

"Oh okay." Steve was relieved. "That's cool."

The alien yanked his slave along and threw him onto his ship. It was all black and shiny and spiky, and it reminded the man of a Fifty Shades of Grey movie.

The shackled senator wandered around for awhile, studying the decor of the spacecraft. He didn't see many sex toys, but a lot of furniture was a bit too shiny and sticky and pointed to just be for sitting.

The thing that stood out to Steve the most was a signed poster of a boy band, hanging on the wall.

"Ah, so I see you've found my-sa most prized possession," Jar Jar gleamed with nostalgia, walking towards where Steve was standing. "I got it the day my mom sold mesa to One Direction."

"What?! You were sold by your own mother?" Steve cried. "That's horrible, I'm so sorry."

"No, I was trained by my mother first," he smiled. "She thought I was ready for the fight, so she put mesa into battle."

"With One Direction?"

Jar Jar chuckled. "Well actually, they became my students. I taught those dykes what my mother had taught mesa."

"What's was that?" Steve's voice hitched as he watched the alien drop to his knees and crawl towards him.

"Sucking dick like I'm mad at it."

TO BE CONTINUED