jaime squirms each time you place your lips on his skin, leaving behind smeared up chapstick kisses over the many, dainty beauty marks that litter his body.
his hands will twitch at your sides, fingertips shyly brushing against your shirt, threatening to pull you closer and into something more. a warm flush will coat his skin, his face completely heated as it spreads downward, slowly blooming across his body.
a tent would gradually grow in his pants the further down you take your lips, begging to be set free the closer you get. but you’re a tease. you’d make your way back up, placing a longer kiss to the small brown dot just below his collarbones, sitting right where his chest starts. then you’d continue your journey back up to his face.
he’d whine your name against your lips as you kiss him, your chapstick hydrating his cold ones—having dried up from his mouth hanging open in the air. jaime would finally grab onto you, fully pulling you into his lap, and setting you on top of the bulge you created, mumbling about how much you affect him as his movements against your mouth get sloppier.
“well, what the fuck?!” droid furrowed his brows at his screen, laughing right after with whoever he was playing with. you didn’t really pay attention to the names he screamed during the horror game—pezzy? grizzy? hell, it could’ve been smii7y or yumi. its not that you weren’t listening out of malice, no. you were just… preoccupied.
tucked between his legs under his desk sat you. it was cramped, of course it was. but the sight in front of you made you suck it up and deal with it—literally. his cock was stuffed in your mouth, tip continuously hitting the beginning of your throat, muffling your gags around his shaft. thank god he screams loud during jumpscares.
you bobbed your head while your hand pumped whatever couldn’t fit, your other perched on his thigh to hold yourself up. your cheeks hollowed as he jolted, unintentionally thrusting himself further into your mouth, feeling the vibrations of your moan echo around his cock.
“fuck,” he whispered shakily to himself. he played it off with a laugh and a joke about the jumpscare, keeping his composure as to not alert his chat or friends of anything going on. his camera was zoomed in and focused on his head, meaning he had to put on his best poker face while his lower body betrayed him.
he tried his hardest to not make it obvious—he would normally bounce his leg anyway, so there’s nothing else he could be doing, right?
the muscles in his thighs tensed as you dragged your tongue around him, the squelch thankfully being covered by the game audio. he twitched in your mouth as he agreed to pause the game, telling chat he was gonna turn on music during the break. he then turned his head to read the flying messages, one catching his eye immediately.
“where’s your girlfriend?”
the question rang in your head like a blaring alarm. you continued to suck him off while simultaneously awaiting his answer, feeling him lean forward, his hands coming around your head—one holding your hair, and the other at the nape of your neck. he pressed you against him repeatedly, feeling the sloppy mess of your drool and his precum coat himself and your face, dripping around your hand and his pajama pants.
he face fucked you as discreetly as possible while he answered, “she’s busy right now, but i’ll see if she wants to come on stream later.” he lied blatantly. his eyes scanned the chat again, smiling as they begged for you to show up, all while he worked himself up by using your mouth without anybody knowing.
“alright, alright, i get it, damn!” he joked, “you guys wanna see her more than you wanna see me, craaaazy,” that shit-eating grin never left his face. it was the level of deceit he had to play that was making him all giddy. the fact that you were now actively swallowing waves of his cum while he spoke to his fans like nothing was happening, like he wasn’t absolutely coating your throat in sticky white ropes of his arousal, it was maddening in the hottest way possible.
he let out the smallest whimper as he relaxed back in his chair, cock softening and growing more sensitive as you sucked and licked every last drop out of his slit. his body shuddered as he gently pulled you off, making sure his upper body stayed normal. he glanced down while faking a nose wipe and fixing his glasses, giving you a satisfied smile while he watched you wipe your lips with the back of your hand.
you bobbed your head in a quick pace, drool bubbling around your lips and jaime’s base each time you reached it. his trimmed hair tickled your nose whenever it squished against his pelvis. you had saliva, lipstick, and precum smeared all over your face and his cock, making a complete mess of you both.
he sobbed out multiple mewls, hips jumping when his tip hit the back of your throat, the wet sound dragging him further into the pleasure. his glasses were tossed to the side, laying haphazardly on the couch cushion next to him. you had on a santa themed babydoll lingerie dress, the matching hat that came with it sat on your boyfriend’s head instead of your own, because he couldn’t help but grasp your hair as you sucked him in.
your tongue lapped and swirled around his shaft while your mouth hung open, sloppy gargles coming out. jaime’s moans broke through each wet gag from your throat, each muffle of your own noises from repeatedly consuming him to the hilt.
he didn’t expect any of this to happen when he got home.
he had just come back from filming a podcast episode at the office with the guys, a mix of shock and immediate desire filling his veins upon seeing you. the red see-through fabric barely covered the view of your perky breasts and hardened nipples, the white fluffy trim accentuating your figure even more.
and he gladly let you guide him to the couch and pounce on him almost instantly, a giddy smile on his face the whole time before your mouths collided, your lipstick smearing over his lips in a feverish kiss.
he watched as you took him down your throat over and over again like memory, your lips expanding to fit around his girth. his balls drew up tight, making him whine out.
“w-wait! wait, baby, please, i—fuck!” he whimpered after he pulled you off, trying to calm down and catch his breath. when his cock slipped out of your mouth, it left with a slobbery squelch, a string connecting you to it, sliding up from his base to his tip, eventually dissolving into the space between you.
his dick twitched under your needy gaze, the light shining over your left over spit, matching your glossy mouth. you were both panting—him trying to hold back his orgasm, and you trying to bring more air into your lungs from the work you put in.
“what’s wrong, love?” you purred, absentmindedly reaching out for him, pumping him slowly, spreading your saliva even more. he swallowed harshly, body shuddering under your grip. the drool that coated him made it easier to slip through your palm, your fingers sliding over his veins and the ridge of his tip, thumb smoothing over his slit, swiping the droplets of precum that bubbled out.
“no—hah—nothing, i just—mmf—!” he bit his lip, the wet pumps of his dick in your hand speeding up. he placed a hand over yours to halt your movements, pulling you off your knees and into his lap, legs trapping his thighs. “need you, needa cum in you, please—please let me, baby,” he pleaded, eagerly grabbing at your waist, feeling your folds graze his slick tip, hovering just barely.
“awh, anything for you, my sweet boy,” you cooed, placing a weak yet soaked kiss to his panting mouth. you both lined him up to your entrance, hearing him hiss as you lowered down onto him, cunt sucking him in deep.
your hands grasped his broad shoulders, stabilizing yourself as you grinded down on his cock. jaime’s hands groped at your chest, playing with the supple flesh as it pooled out of the top of your outfit, occasionally pinching your scrunched up nipples, rolling the hardened peaks between his fingers.
nearly pornagraphic moans spilled from your now open, panting mouth as his palms moved to your ass, giving a few playful and encouraging smacks before grabbing at the meaty skin, feeling the fat flesh pool between his slender fingers as he stretched out your hole. he then began to pull you down onto him, making you meet his now rampant thrusts, the thought of finishing inside you becoming the only thing on his mind.
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﹙ 💥 ﹚⠀superman!droid gushes about his girlfriend on the podcast, in videos, and occasionally on stream. he can’t get enough of her, his mouth spilling out lovesick sentences when he’s supposed to be professional.
﹙ 💥 ﹚⠀superman!droid flies around the city, sometimes the whole state, when he gets anxious and/or bored. his mind runs wild, his body having to play catch up. as soon as he gets nervous, he’s out the door, air quickly swifting his curls and cape back as he tries to clear his mind amongst the clouds, occasionally finding a fight on his way around.
﹙ 💥 ﹚⠀superman!droid who needs his glasses, yes for sight, but also to mask his identity. he once started a stream without them on, and quickly placed them back on his face once his chat started saying he looked different, yet also familiar. since then, his girlfriend always adds in a reminder to put his glasses on along with hiding his suit—the latter also being due to a ‘mishap’.
﹙ 💥 ﹚⠀superman!droid buys his own superman merch. he says its to keep up the act that he’s a fan like everybody else, something to drive away any rumors or curious thoughts. and while that is true, the other half is he really just likes the stuff people make with his superhero likeness. mugs, t-shirts, comics, action figures, cartoons—its a dream every little boy had growing up, and he’s lucky enough to live it.
