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buttermyother · 2 years
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Ding, Ding | Jayce x Fem!Reader Smut
Masc!Reader version here Summary: Bakery AU - Jayce stays to close up after Heimerdinger leaves early one night, giving him ideas that he doesn't expect to face again the next morning. Warnings: Semi-public sex, improvised fleshlight, penetration, oral sex, choking, dom/sub undertones, fingering, cockwarming, yeah, you get it
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Ding, ding.
The chimes above the door rang for the last time of the day as Jayce watched Heimerdinger disappear from view, his gloves still caked with flour. He couldn't help but smile at the small waddle in the Yordle's walk before locking the front entrance himself with a sigh.
It wasn't often that he would volunteer to close up shop, but today had put him in a particularly good mood. Heimerdinger had finally let him work with the dough, there wasn't a single customer that snapped at him, and most importantly, you had finally returned to Piltover after your week-long trip. It had been too long since he had seen you, and even longer since you had leaned over the counter close enough for him to smell you, your delicate scent still hanging over him like a fog. 
Jayce blushed at merely the memory, idly kneading then plastic-wrapping portions of dough that were to be chilled overnight. 
Although you were a daily visitor, he could never get over his bashfulness as soon as he saw you sweep into the bakery, your smile of greeting burned into his mind. 
He could recall it as easily as he could the flashes of your midriff when reaching for a product on a taller shelf, or the nimble motions of your fingers as you unwrapped confections that he had just rung you up for. Jayce desperately hoped that you didn't notice him staring at your mouth each time your delicate lips parted to place the candy on your tongue, or how much he wished he could take its place. 
"God, not now," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. In his stupor, Jayce didn't even realize he had been kneading the same ball of dough for so long it was noticeably warm. Praying he didn't overwork it, he carefully wrapped it, trying to ignore the stirring in his core that the thought of you provoked. 
As he looked down at the dough, an idea flitted through his head, albeit not its first time. But, this instance was different. It lingered as he bit his lip and stared down at the counter, his pants tightening as he took the notion into consideration. 
Though Jayce knew there couldn't possibly be anybody watching, he still furtively cast his eyes about before unbuttoning his trousers with fumbling fingers, his heart pounding in his ears. 
Delicately, he pulled down the waistband to his boxers, his already throbbing cock bobbing up and down upon its release. He was aware his idea couldn't possibly end well, but he had gone far too long enduring the subtle brush of your fingers against his during transactions or the distinct sway of your hips to think of anything else in the moment. 
With only a second of hesitation, Jayce anchored the back of the dough with one hand to the surface of the counter, his breaths heavy, almost strained. 
Cautiously, he pressed his tip into the dough with a muffled grunt; the sensation was far from perfect, but he had to admit it was indefinitely more pleasant than thrusting into his own calloused fist. He closed his eyes as he pushed his hips forward, trying to envision you squirming beneath him, tightening around him as you begged for his touch. God, what he would give to know if you spent as many nights as he did with his hand stirring beneath his bedsheets, gasping your name out loud like he was afraid he'd forget it otherwise. 
The plastic wrap chafed his shaft slightly as he continued but he paid no mind to it until thrusting one final time, the energy and lust rapidly draining from his body. 
Jayce looked down at the mess and winced, the plastic wrap evidently torn in some places. Suddenly ashamed of himself, he threw it into the discard bin and wiped himself clean with a paper towel, trying not to think of what had just transpired. 
As quickly as he could, he wrapped up the rest of the batch and made his way home, hoping that his self-disgust would be left behind with the dough.
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Ding, ding.
The pleasant smell of warm bread greeted you, wafting over you as your daily welcome. You waved at Heimerdinger as peered over the counter at you with a smile, his face barely visible over the surface. 
"Anything new today?" you called, surveying the shelves. 
"Believe it or not, yes," he squeaked, scurrying over to you. "Here!"
He presented you a tray with a rather large loaf, especially compared to the usual personal portions you would buy. 
"Heimerdinger, you know me," you said with an apologetic smile. "What would I do with so much bread?" 
"I suppose you're right," he replied, sighing. "It's so large that I've had to bake it on its own tray — Jayce must've been a bit distracted when portioning them."
"Jayce?" you asked, suddenly interested. "Since when did you let him do more than sweep the floors?"
"Since not anymore," he huffed. "That boy will be the end of me." 
"I'll take it off your hands then," you said with a smile. Sure, you felt intrigued by something Jayce made, but it couldn't hurt you to do Heimerdinger a favor either. 
"Oh, bless you," the yordle tittered, returning behind the cash register. 
"Speaking of which, where is he?"
"Most likely still in bed; it wouldn't be the first time."
You shared a laugh and left with a distinctly large bag — as well a head swimming with thoughts of what Jayce's arms looked like while working the dough, your only regret that you didn't get to see it.
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Ding, ding.
Jayce rushed into the bakery, almost barreling into a display of pastries, Heimerdinger's yelling barely audible over his panting.
"What's gotten into you?" he shouted, prodding him on the shoulder. "Just because you're late doesn't mean you also have to knock the place down! And that's without mentioning your careless job last night, thank goodness I had managed to hand off the glob of dough you so carelessly tossed aside."
"Glob of dough?" Jayce breathed, a blanket of dread settling over him. If he wasn't lightheaded before, he most definitely was now. "Larger than the rest? Torn wrapping? I thought I threw it into the discard bin."
"No," Heimerdinger said while drawing out the word, raising an eyebrow. "It was hanging over the bin onto the counter, so I assumed you were just being sloppy. Why? Is something wrong with it?"
"Of course not," he answered hastily, cursing himself inwardly. "Who purchased it?"
The blanket of dread became a cage as soon as your name reached his ears, causing him to stiffen. 
"Speaking of which," Heimerdinger said, motioning to the door. 
Jayce could've fainted in that moment as he saw your figure stride down the street to the shop, clearly in a hurry.
"I have a feeling we won't be too busy today so I'm going to purchase some ingredients," the yordle said, wagging a finger. "Which you will not be able to work with."
He mumbled an absentminded apology as he watched you pass by Heimerdinger in the doorway with a small nod, hoping his fear didn't viscerally show. 
"Hey," you said, just one word enough to accelerate his heartbeat. "I was just here but I realized I forgot to get something for some family in town." 
Just as he was about to speak, you continued, "Plus, I didn't get to see you." The line made him shut his mouth instantly, feeling the flush creep up his cheeks. 
"Was the bread okay?" he sputtered, wincing at his own fumbling. 
"The bread? Oh!" you laughed, coaxing him to blush further. "I haven't tried it yet, it's a bit intimidating, actually. But I'm sure you did a good job with it.
The panic settled in again before he remembered there was no way you could've possibly known what he did, leading him to awkwardly respond, "I just kneaded it, it was nothing."
You were struggling to keep a straight face as you watched Jayce unwind in front of you, becoming more flustered by the second. It was true you enjoyed his embarrassment each morning, but for whatever reason, he seemed particularly easy to disconcert this morning.
"Actually," he said, the waver suddenly gone from his voice, causing you to perk up. "I was thinking of you during it." 
"Really?" you exclaimed, surprised in more ways than one. It wasn't often he would flirt back, but you had to say that you were pleased. "While kneading dough?"
Could he grow any more red? you thought as he diverted his eyes, fiddling with a pen. 
"Sorry, is that weird? I didn't mean it in a weird way, in fact, I think about you a lot which is probably why-"
You cut him off with a wave of your hand, more amused than anything as you leaned forward on the counter, laying a hand on his.
Just as you were about to open your mouth to speak, you felt his lips press against yours before quickly withdrawing, a horrified expression on his face as his eyes swung every which way besides your face. 
"Were you- Oh my goodness, I'm sorry, I thought you were trying to... I should just dunk myself in a bag of flour, I apologize," he said, scrambling until you firmly grabbed his chin, forcing your gazes to meet.
"It's okay," you replied decisively, trying to keep your voice low while ignoring the heat building in your core. "I've actually been trying to do that for a while."
His eyes widened so dramatically you had to bite back a laugh, choosing instead to pull his face towards you to plant a kiss on his lips, letting it linger for only a moment before retracting your head. 
To your surprise, Jayce immediately pulled you back in, both hands cupping your cheeks as you felt his mouth part slightly, wetting yours just enough to give your heart a small jolt. 
"We probably shouldn't do this over the counter," you mumbled into the kiss, feeling him nod against you.
He pulled you into the back room with more purpose than you had ever seen him act with, making you smile as you pushed him against the brick wall. 
"What're you grinning about?" he asked almost sheepishly, wrapping one hand around your waist as the other crept behind your neck.
"Nothing," you whispered between kisses up his neck, pressing the last one to the corner of his mouth. "Just how much I've been dreaming of this."
"That makes two of us," he growled as you tugged on his waistband with a questioning look, only to be met with an eager nod. 
You immediately dropped to your knees while he fumbled with his belt, hastily sidling down his pants to expose an extremely distinct bulge, the sight alone enough to make your mouth water. Tentatively, he lowered his boxers as well, his cock already leaking at the tip as it swung in front of you, the tip an aggressive red. 
Jayce watched with an attentive stare as you wrapped your fingers around his shaft, responding to his sharp intake of breath with a smirk. Making sure to maintain your eye contact, you slowly brought your lips to the tip, sucking gently as he lay a hand on your head, though he didn't move any further. You licked up the slit as the head was still in your mouth, the salty taste lingering on your taste buds as you pushed yourself onto him deeper, dragging your tongue alongside the bottom of his shaft as you did. 
You only bobbed up and down a few times before he hissed, causing you to release him from your mouth, afraid that something had gone wrong; but, he simply bent down to grab you by the hips, swinging you onto a nearby table. 
"Need more," he simply said, the both of you ignoring the clatter of a multitude of pans and trays falling to the ground as you slid off your bottoms, sighing slightly as your warm cunt was exposed to the air, so wet that it glistened even in the faint morning light. 
"Never thought I'd see this side of-"
The words were whisked from your mouth as he inserted two of his fingers into your hole without warning, admiring how you were already soaking for him. 
"Never thought you'd see this side of what?" he asked with a smirk, causing you to tighten around his digits. 
You didn't expect him to have such confidence, even at this stage, but you had to say that you were enjoying it immensely. 
"Are you sure you're alright with this?" he said, a bit of his previous demeanor returning. 
"Jayce," you replied firmly, giving him a dumbfounded expression. "I did not suck your cock just for you to tuck it back into your pants and ring me up some pastries." 
He laughed and the tension dissipated, withdrawing his fingers only to stroke himself for a moment, running his other hand up the inside of your legs.
Marvelling at the way his tip glistened as he ran it over your folds, he gently slid inside of you, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. At its absence, he hooked a hand under each of your thighs, thrusting slowly as you revelled in the sensation of him stretching you, a dire improvement from teasing yourself with your fingers as you merely dreamt of such a situation. 
Grunting, he quickened the pace as he moved his arms to plant them beside you, only for you to grab his wrist, earning a questioning expression. 
You lifted it to place it on your throat instead, and the expression turned to understanding as he dug his fingers into the side of your neck, practically elevating you to another realm. 
The warmth building in your core let you know that your climax was mounting slowly, though it escalated abruptly as Jayce brought his other hand down to your clit, rubbing it with his thumb in firm yet lazy circles. The feeling only grew exponentially as he breathed between thrusts, "God, I just love how you throb under me, it's like I was made to pound you right through this table."
Nodding numbly, you began to jerk your hips in succession with his, clenching even tighter around him as you felt your high closely approaching. 
"I'm going to cum," you managed to utter, your mouth dry and mind hazy. 
"Me too," he said under his breath, the sound of his skin slapping into yours mounting in volume. "Finish for me."
You came almost exactly as he commanded it, mindlessly repeating his name as your walls squeezed around his cock, Jayce following quickly as you felt his hot cum spill inside of you.
He groaned loudly as he leaned over to meet your lips with his, the grip on your neck loosening as your tongue slid into his mouth, gliding across his teeth. You could feel him pulsating inside of you as he stayed pressed against your body, his climax squeezing the last of the cum out of him in a thin trickle. 
"You're perfect," he mumbled against your mouth, one hand brushing behind your ear. 
"Save it for a date," you laughed, revelling in his hot breath fanning across your face. "That is, if you're up for one?"
"Of course," he said. He paused, the usual hesistance in his tone returning as he asked, "Is it uncomfortable if I don't pull out yet? It's just that I feel like I'd be okay with being stuck in this position forever."
"That's something I can get behind," you said with a smile which only grew as he returned it. "Maybe I should swing by here more often."
"More than you already do?" he responded with a chuckle, sidling his arms under your back to lift you into a sitting position, his cock sliding out of you leaving with a sudden empty feeling; you couldn't believe that you were already craving more, not that the sheen that his sweat behind and his still-taut muscles helped. "At this rate, I'd swear you come just to see me."
"I hate to say it, but that's not completely wrong." Your voice dropped as you continued, somehow more ashamed of your next words more than anything you had done during the day, Jayce's mock-offended expression mirroring them.
"Don't tell Heimerdinger this, but I actually don't like bread that much."
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buttermyother · 2 years
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Ding, Ding | Jayce x Masc!Reader Smut
Fem!Reader version here Summary: Bakery AU - Jayce stays to close up after Heimerdinger leaves early one night, giving him ideas that he doesn't expect to face again the next morning. Warnings: Semi-public sex, improvised fleshlight, penetration, oral sex, choking, dom/sub undertones, fingering, cockwarming, yeah, you get it
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Ding, ding.
The chimes above the door rang for the last time of the day as Jayce watched Heimerdinger disappear from view, his gloves still caked with flour. He couldn't help but smile at the small waddle in the Yordle's walk before locking the front entrance himself with a sigh.
It wasn't often that he would volunteer to close up shop, but today had put him in a particularly good mood. Heimerdinger had finally let him work with the dough, there wasn't a single customer that snapped at him, and most importantly, you had finally returned to Piltover after your week-long trip. It had been too long since he had seen you, and even longer since you had leaned over the counter close enough for him to smell you, your delicate scent still hanging over him like a fog. 
Jayce blushed at merely the memory, idly kneading then plastic-wrapping portions of dough that were to be chilled overnight. 
Although you were a daily visitor, he could never get over his bashfulness as soon as he saw you sweep into the bakery, your smile of greeting burned into his mind. 
He could recall it as easily as he could the flashes of your midriff when reaching for a product on a taller shelf, or the nimble motions of your fingers as you unwrapped confections that he had just rung you up for. Jayce desperately hoped that you didn't notice him staring at your mouth each time your delicate lips parted to place the candy on your tongue, or how much he wished he could take its place. 
"God, not now," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. In his stupor, Jayce didn't even realize he had been kneading the same ball of dough for so long it was noticeably warm. Praying he didn't overwork it, he carefully wrapped it, trying to ignore the stirring in his core that the thought of you provoked. 
As he looked down at the dough, an idea flitted through his head, albeit not its first time. But, this instance was different. It lingered as he bit his lip and stared down at the counter, his pants tightening as he took the notion into consideration. 
Though Jayce knew there couldn't possibly be anybody watching, he still furtively cast his eyes about before unbuttoning his trousers with fumbling fingers, his heart pounding in his ears. 
Delicately, he pulled down the waistband to his boxers, his already throbbing cock bobbing up and down upon its release. He was aware his idea couldn't possibly end well, but he had gone far too long enduring the subtle brush of your fingers against his during transactions or the distinct sway of your hips to think of anything else in the moment. 
With only a second of hesitation, Jayce anchored the back of the dough with one hand to the surface of the counter, his breaths heavy, almost strained. 
Cautiously, he pressed his tip into the dough with a muffled grunt; the sensation was far from perfect, but he had to admit it was indefinitely more pleasant than thrusting into his own calloused fist. He closed his eyes as he pushed his hips forward, trying to envision you squirming beneath him, tightening around him as you begged for his touch. God, what he would give to know if you spent as many nights as he did with his hand stirring beneath his bedsheets, gasping your name out loud like he was afraid he'd forget it otherwise. 
The plastic wrap chafed his shaft slightly as he continued but he paid no mind to it until thrusting one final time, the energy and lust rapidly draining from his body. 
Jayce looked down at the mess and winced, the plastic wrap evidently torn in some places. Suddenly ashamed of himself, he threw it into the discard bin and wiped himself clean with a paper towel, trying not to think of what had just transpired. 
As quickly as he could, he wrapped up the rest of the batch and made his way home, hoping that his self-disgust would be left behind with the dough.
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Ding, ding.
The pleasant smell of warm bread greeted you, wafting over you as your daily welcome. You waved at Heimerdinger as peered over the counter at you with a smile, his face barely visible over the surface. 
"Anything new today?" you called, surveying the shelves. 
"Believe it or not, yes," he squeaked, scurrying over to you. "Here!"
He presented you a tray with a rather large loaf, especially compared to the usual personal portions you would buy. 
"Heimerdinger, you know me," you said with an apologetic smile. "What would I do with so much bread?" 
"I suppose you're right," he replied, sighing. "It's so large that I've had to bake it on its own tray — Jayce must've been a bit distracted when portioning them."
"Jayce?" you asked, suddenly interested. "Since when did you let him do more than sweep the floors?"
"Since not anymore," he huffed. "That boy will be the end of me." 
"I'll take it off your hands then," you said with a smile. Sure, you felt intrigued by something Jayce made, but it couldn't hurt you to do Heimerdinger a favor either. 
"Oh, bless you," the yordle tittered, returning behind the cash register. 
"Speaking of which, where is he?"
"Most likely still in bed; it wouldn't be the first time."
You shared a laugh and left with a distinctly large bag — as well a head swimming with thoughts of what Jayce's arms looked like while working the dough, your only regret that you didn't get to see it.
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Ding, ding.
Jayce rushed into the bakery, almost barreling into a display of pastries, Heimerdinger's yelling barely audible over his panting.
"What's gotten into you?" he shouted, prodding him on the shoulder. "Just because you're late doesn't mean you also have to knock the place down! And that's without mentioning your careless job last night, thank goodness I had managed to hand off the glob of dough you so carelessly tossed aside."
"Glob of dough?" Jayce breathed, a blanket of dread settling over him. If he wasn't lightheaded before, he most definitely was now. "Larger than the rest? Torn wrapping? I thought I threw it into the discard bin."
"No," Heimerdinger said while drawing out the word, raising an eyebrow. "It was hanging over the bin onto the counter, so I assumed you were just being sloppy. Why? Is something wrong with it?"
"Of course not," he answered hastily, cursing himself inwardly. "Who purchased it?"
The blanket of dread became a cage as soon as your name reached his ears, causing him to stiffen. 
"Speaking of which," Heimerdinger said, motioning to the door. 
Jayce could've fainted in that moment as he saw your figure stride down the street to the shop, clearly in a hurry.
"I have a feeling we won't be too busy today so I'm going to purchase some ingredients," the yordle said, wagging a finger. "Which you will not be able to work with."
He mumbled an absentminded apology as he watched you pass by Heimerdinger in the doorway with a small nod, hoping his fear didn't viscerally show. 
"Hey," you said, just one word enough to accelerate his heartbeat. "I was just here but I realized I forgot to get something for some family in town." 
Just as he was about to speak, you continued, "Plus, I didn't get to see you." The line made him shut his mouth instantly, feeling the flush creep up his cheeks. 
"Was the bread okay?" he sputtered, wincing at his own fumbling. 
"The bread? Oh!" you laughed, coaxing him to blush further. "I haven't tried it yet, it's a bit intimidating, actually. But I'm sure you did a good job with it.
The panic settled in again before he remembered there was no way you could've possibly known what he did, leading him to awkwardly respond, "I just kneaded it, it was nothing."
You were struggling to keep a straight face as you watched Jayce unwind in front of you, becoming more flustered by the second. It was true you enjoyed his embarrassment each morning, but for whatever reason, he seemed particularly easy to disconcert this morning.
"Actually," he said, the waver suddenly gone from his voice, causing you to perk up. "I was thinking of you during it." 
"Really?" you exclaimed, surprised in more ways than one. It wasn't often he would flirt back, but you had to say that you were pleased. "While kneading dough?"
Could he grow any more red? you thought as he diverted his eyes, fiddling with a pen. 
"Sorry, is that weird? I didn't mean it in a weird way, in fact, I think about you a lot which is probably why-"
You cut him off with a wave of your hand, more amused than anything as you leaned forward on the counter, laying a hand on his.
Just as you were about to open your mouth to speak, you felt his lips press against yours before quickly withdrawing, a horrified expression on his face as his eyes swung every which way besides your face. 
"Were you- Oh my goodness, I'm sorry, I thought you were trying to... I should just dunk myself in a bag of flour, I apologize," he said, scrambling until you firmly grabbed his chin, forcing your gazes to meet.
"It's okay," you replied decisively, trying to keep your voice low. "I've actually been trying to do that for a while."
His eyes widened so dramatically you had to bite back a laugh, choosing instead to pull his face towards you to plant a kiss on his lips, letting it linger for only a moment before retracting your head. 
To your surprise, Jayce immediately pulled you back in, both hands cupping your cheeks as you felt his mouth part slightly, wetting yours just enough to give your heart a small jolt. 
"We probably shouldn't do this over the counter," you mumbled into the kiss, feeling him nod against you.
He pulled you into the back room with more purpose than you had ever seen him act with, making you smile as you pushed him against the brick wall. 
"What're you grinning about?" he asked almost sheepishly, wrapping one hand around your waist as the other crept behind your neck.
"Nothing," you whispered between kisses up his neck, pressing the last one to the corner of his mouth. "Just how much I've been dreaming of this."
"That makes two of us," he growled as you tugged on his waistband with a questioning look, only to be met with an eager nod. 
You immediately dropped to your knees while he fumbled with his belt, hastily sidling down his pants to expose an extremely distinct bulge, the sight alone enough to make your mouth water. Tentatively, he lowered his boxers as well, his cock already leaking at the tip as it swung in front of you, the tip an aggressive red. 
Jayce watched with an attentive stare as you wrapped your fingers around his shaft, responding to his sharp intake of breath with a smirk. Making sure to maintain your eye contact, you slowly brought your lips to the tip, sucking gently as he lay a hand on your head, though he didn't move any further. You licked up the slit as the head was still in your mouth, the salty taste lingering on your taste buds as you pushed yourself onto him deeper, dragging your tongue alongside the bottom of his shaft as you did. 
You only bobbed up and down a few times before he hissed, causing you to release him from your mouth, afraid that something had gone wrong; but, he simply bent down to grab you by the hips, swinging you onto a nearby table. 
"Need more," he simply said, the both of you ignoring the clatter of a multitude of pans and trays falling to the ground as you slid off your bottoms, sighing slightly once you freed your erection, grateful for the absence of any constricting. 
"Never thought I'd see this side of-"
The words were whisked from your mouth as he furtively spit on his fingers and inserted two of them into your hole without warning, his other hand stroking you delicately. 
"Never thought you'd see this side of what?" he asked with a smirk, causing you to positively throb. 
You didn't expect him to have such confidence, even at this stage, but you had to say that you were enjoying it immensely. 
"Are you sure you're alright with this?" he said, a bit of his previous demeanor returning. 
"Jayce," you replied firmly, giving him a dumbfounded expression. "I did not suck your cock just for you to tuck it back into your pants and ring me up some pastries." 
He laughed and the tension dissipated, withdrawing his fingers only to spit on his palm again, stroking himself for a moment.
Gently, he slid inside of you, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. At its absence, he hooked a hand under each of your thighs, thrusting slowly as you revelled in the sensation of him stretching you, a dire improvement from teasing yourself with your fingers as you merely dreamt of such a situation. 
Grunting, he quickened the pace as he moved his arms to plant them beside you, only for you to grab his wrist, earning a questioning expression. 
You lifted it to place it on your throat instead, and the expression turned to understanding as he dug his fingers into the side of your neck, causing you to leak precum even further. 
The warmth building in your core let you know that your climax was mounting slowly, though it escalated abruptly as Jayce brought his other hand back down to your cock, stroking with a secure yet loose grip. The feeling only grew exponentially as he breathed between thrusts, "God, I just love how you throb under me, it's like I was made to pound you right through this table."
Nodding numbly, you began to jerk your hips in succession with his, clenching even tighter around him as you felt your high closely approaching. 
"I'm going to cum," you managed to utter, your mouth dry and mind hazy. 
"Me too," he said under his breath, stroking you with more urgency. "Finish for me."
You came almost exactly as he commanded it, mindlessly repeating his name as you spurt thick ropes all over your chest, Jayce following quickly as you felt something hot spill inside of you.
He groaned loudly as he leaned over to meet your lips with his, the grip on your neck loosening as your tongue slid into his mouth, gliding across his teeth. You could feel him pulsating inside of you as he stayed pressed against your body, your climax squeezing the last of the cum out of you in a thin trickle. 
"You're perfect," he mumbled against your mouth, one hand brushing behind your ear. 
"Save it for a date," you laughed, revelling in his hot breath fanning across your face. "That is, if you're up for one?"
"Of course," he said. He paused, the usual hesistance in his tone returning as he asked, "Is it uncomfortable if I don't pull out yet? It's just that I feel like I'd be okay with being stuck in this position forever."
"That's something I can get behind," you said with a smile which only grew as he returned it. "Maybe I should swing by here more often."
"More than you already do?" he responded with a chuckle, sidling his arms under your back to lift you into a sitting position, his cock sliding out of you leaving with a sudden empty feeling; you couldn't believe that you were already craving more, not that the sheen that his sweat behind and his still-taut muscles helped. "At this rate, I'd swear you come just to see me."
"I hate to say it, but that's not completely wrong." Your voice dropped as you continued, somehow more ashamed of your next words more than anything you had done during the day, Jayce's mock-offended expression mirroring them.
"Don't tell Heimerdinger this, but I actually don't like bread that much."
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buttermyother · 2 years
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Knocking On Your Skin | Angel!Jayce x Masc!Reader
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Warnings: NSFW (Oral, penetration, etc.), cursing
Summary: Your search to find a wish-granting fountain gets you stuck in a mountain cave with an angel supposed to guide your way to the top, but a different desire of yours ends up getting fulfilled.
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A barrage of lighting rolled through the air again, the sound of thunder so close it was taunting you.
The sudden noise caused your footing to slip, but you didn't dare to look down, not that the clouds below you would've permitted sight of the ground. You and your guide had been climbing for nearly the whole day; it was dark when you had set out, and the moon was once again in the sky.
"Jayce!" 
You were surprised he even heard your shout above the storm, his own response barely audible. 
"What? Is something wrong?"
"Are you sure you can't just fly up, even just a little bit? We should scout for a resting area, at least!"
He turned away from you and although you couldn't hear it, you were sure he scoffed.
"It could start raining any moment, and besides, I don't plan on becoming a lightning rod anytime soon," he yelled, motioning to a burnt tree that was toppling by, no doubt struck down from higher up.
You grumbled to yourself, trying to steady yourself against the growing winds. The both of you were climbing on all fours for as much stability as possible, Jayce's wings folded back with one brought forward to shield his face, the feathers facing the weather like fluttering blades of ivory. 
The journey continued in mutual silence for some time, only the howling storm and occassional clattering of a rock or branch accompanying you. 
"There!" Jayce suddenly exclaimed, the gales so fierce now that you could barely see his pointing hand through the clouds of sediment. "I think it's a cave, but the mouth is pointed away from us so I can't be sure. That means it's pointed away from the storm too, though, so we should at least check it out!"
You would've rolled your eyes if they weren't squinted so tightly, and you stopped to look more closely at the mound of stone he had signalled towards. 
"You've already called a boulder a cave two times," you replied, not bothering to hide your frustrated tone. Even so, you started making your way to him.  "If this is another one, then I might as well push you off the side of this mountain."
His laugh blended with the rumbling of another incoming wave of thunder, though it was bitter. "If you had enough strength to do that, we wouldn't have to find a place. What're you going to do, wish for an extra set of lungs?"
You could see him more clearly now, though you weren't sure whether that was a downgrade or a blessing. His smile shined even through the rolling pebbles and dust - that infuriating, captivating smile. 
The pair of you had been travelling together for almost two weeks now, though your itinerary had been planned around only one. You had been set back by an injury when you were only a few days into your journey, as a creature had torn through your shelter, your bag, and your ankle. You had laid there for at least an hour or two with only a roll of bandages put to use before Jayce had arrived - needless to say - terrifying you.
After a few deep breaths and more than a few questions about his unusual form, you came to an agreement. He would guide you to the top, and you would make a wish for him. Then, as he had said, you never had to see him again.
You had embarked with the fountain in your mind as only a fable, but a fable you desperately needed. However, seeing Jayce cemented your belief in it, and there was nothing you wanted to do more than see even a sliver of the legendary crystal clear waters, ever-gleaming marble, and flowers of every color that was said to sit upon the flat top of the mountain.
Unfortunately, the trip leading up to it was much less harmonious than the location itself, and your companion didn't happen to make it any easier.
He constantly bickered with you, and there was more than one instance where you had to remind him it was your wishes he was relying on, as he had been cursed to live the way he did, never to leave the mountain or harvest anything from it. He had found out long ago that the statement included the fountain. 
Jayce would frown whenever you asked him why it had happened - well, to be fair, he was always frowning - not to mention that the only time he smiled was when teasing you. 
However, that didn't stop you from noticing the little things about him, the things that were so habitual to him that there was no chance he could hide them: the time he uncovered a plant from a landslide and watered it with creekwater from careful cupped hands, the small animal that you had caught him petting in the early morning when he had woken long before you. That was leaving out the more indulgent factors, the way his shoulders flexed with each movement of his wings, how their feathers gleamed in the sun, the fact that he looked near perfect from wading through a river to in the midst of a storm. 
You supposed you couldn't be too hard on his ways, he knew the path much better than you did, after all. Plus, there had been moments of kindness - concern when you skipped a meal, reminders of when to drink and when to sleep, his efforts to make sure you were comfortable as possible even when it didn't benefit him in any way. 
Gross, you thought to yourself. I'm falling for the bare minimum.
Even with the notion, you couldn't help but remember the feeling of his coarse hands brushing against your collarbone as he clasped the top button of your blouse one morning, the spark that came from it only intensified as he brought his midnight eyes to yours. 
"Your shirt," Jayce had mused, glancing at you from his position perched on a stone while you washed your hands in a river.
"My shirt," you had responded tiredly, still half-asleep. You weren't ready to put up with a snide remark so early in the morning, and braced for the start of the barrage.
Instead, he had merely slid off of his seat into the water in front of you, your astonishment stealing any words form your mouth. Without saying anything, he buttoned the top of your blouse, leaving you flustered and confused.
"Hey! Are you listening?"
You were torn from your memory, slightly disoriented while calling back, "Sorry, what is it?"
Your limbs were moving without much thinking as you followed him, the mound of rock ahead slowly growing larger.
"Turns out it's a cave after all, you can see the mouth right there!"
You paused, expecting a snarky comment to follow, but none did, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.
"Good, we've finally found a mouth bigger than yours."
Jayce didn't reply, but you brushed it off, figuring the storm must have suppressed your voice.
The effects of entering the cave were almost instant, and you sighed with relief at the lack of calamity. The winds only whistled outside the entrance, and the interior was both relatively flat and smooth. Most importantly, it was dry, and you nestled your satchel between two rocks after retrieving your sleeping bag from it, debating which area was the most level. 
Your partner stretched leisurely, his wingspan reaching almost from one side of the cave to the other. The sheer volume of his wings never failed to amaze you, and you marvelled at him for a moment before tossing a blanket at his face, breaking his yawn. 
He simply stared down at the cloth in his hands before looking up at you, asking, "Are you alright?"
"Hm?" you responded, already settling onto the floor.
"It's the first storm we've had so far, and a lot rougher than I've ever seen, are you alright?"
You narrowed your eyes at him, wondering if this was a ploy of his, but as far as you knew, you had only heard this tone one other time - when he had first found you.
"I'm fine, are you?"
He coughed nervously and turned away from you, his wings peculiarly folded as their tips intercrossed between his calves. 
"Yeah, of course. I'm not the one the one causing trouble."
You were almost relieved at his jab, though his demeanor was much less confident than usual. Shrugging to nobody in particular, you chalked it up to the probability that the storm shook him. After all, he did say it was the strongest he'd experienced.
Pushing and prodding at the sleeping bag, you made yourself as comfortable as you could on the ground. Even after many nights of sleeping on the mountain, there was still a clear different between laying on dirt and stone. 
There was a bit of shuffling to your side as Jayce did the same, and you felt the gentle breeze of the blanket as he laid it down on the ground. The day he found you, he had told you that to accomodate his wings he simply slept with his chest to the floor while propping up his chin in his arms, using the feathers for warmth. 
You smiled at the thought, staring up at the dimly lit stalactites of the cave.
"Hey," Jayce whispered, "are you awake?"
Sighing, you answered, "Why wouldn't I be awake? It's barely been seconds since we've lain down."
There was a pause before you heard, "I don't know, just checking. Are you sure you're okay? We don't want those pretty hands of yours hurt."
You were suddenly thankful for the dark, hoping it adequately masked your blushing. "I'm sure, Jayce."
There was a moment of pondering before you decided to repeat a question you had asked many times before to no avail. You weren't sure why, there was just something about the atmosphere that made you think things would turn out differently.
"So why were you cursed?"
You steeled yourself for a harsh retort or a groan, but instead came only a heavy exhale.
"It has to do with the fountain. I heard the wishing capacity came from its waters, so I wanted to bring it down and share it with others."
Share? You were surprised he even had the word in his vocabulary, and you shifted on your side to look at him as he continued. 
His black eyes shone even in the dark, his head already facing towards you. "Turns out that the whole point of this mountain is supposed to be a trial, I suppose. Seems a bit traditional to me, I don't want tests that I can still read in storybooks. I only got a few steps with just a bottle of the water before getting pulled into the fountain, and when I woke up, I was like this."
He motioned to his back, wearing a demeanor of disgust, and you gave a sympathetic smile, saying, "I don't know, I like them."
His feathers rustled, and you could swear his face turned a tint redder.
"Well, I would too if the other part of the deal didn't exist. When I came to, I was still in the fountain, and I spent a while figuring out how to fly, which isn't the most convenient when you're doing it downhill. It took me ages to get to the base of the mountain, and my only reward was finding out that I can't step off of it."
The sound of light splatters of water let you know it had just begun to rain, and you pulled the front of your sleeping bag up a little more.
"Either way, it's nice to have somebody here with me. Even if that person is you." He added the last phrase furtively, and you caught a flash of nervousness on his face. "I've gotten a little tired of just talking to trees and bears. This place is big, but that only makes you feel more lonely."
Jayce's voice trembled slightly, but you could tell he was trying to hide it as he audibly swallowed. 
You sat up and sidled out of your sleeping bag, sitting cross-legged in front of him. He didn't move a muscle, his eyes the only thing that shifted with your actions.
"I'm glad you're here, too. If I didn't have anybody to save me, I would either be back at the bottom or in some animal's stomach. Even if that person is you," you mocked, lightly pushing his shoulder.
Unexpectedly, he grabbed your hand as you did so, keeping it pressed to his bare chest. 
You tried not to breathe too heavily as he propped himself up, his warm skin taut beneath your fingertips; you hoped he couldn't feel your heart beating through your palm. 
Almost every part of your brain was melting with the sensation of his hand closed firmly around your wrist, but you held his eye contact. 
"You act like you don't know that your teasing doesn't make me... aggressive." 
He said the last word softly, the diction so distinct that you could almost see the word falling from his lips.
You felt a sudden heat travel to your crotch, not daring to look down, hoping that Jayce didn't notice the rising tent in your pants. 
Without even thinking, you asked, "Why didn't you want me to know? The curse thing, I mean."
You immediately cursed yourself for the question, feeling the moment slip away between your fingers. 
The look in his eyes suddenly became very far away, and his lips pressed together. His grip loosened, and your hand dropped with your heart.
"I think that I just wanted to be as secretive as possible. The wings get in the way of a lot of things."
The way Jayce said the line made it seem very cryptid, and you couldn't help but ask, "What things?"
"My shirt, for one."
"Unfortunately, not your pants."
His eyes widened, and you weren't sure whether it was you or him that was more surprised by what you said, your mouth becoming very dry. 
"Not my feelings for you, either," he said in a hushed tone, fully sitting up.
You could barely register the moment between what he said and the pressure on your lips, his hand cradling your chin as the other rested beside your hip, his wings crossing behind your back in a second embrace. 
Your senses were overwhelmed, from the gentle feathers brushing your neck to the slight scratching of his stubble your chin, and you felt your erection only grow as you deepened the kiss. You parted your lips slightly and immediately felt his tongue enter once you did so, yours coming to meet his. He left your lips wet once he tilted his head downwards, his eyelashes softly brushing your cheekbones.
Brain still going haywire, you sputtered, "How do you keep your lips so soft? It's so dry up here." 
You winced at the question as soon as the words left your mouth, but none of the tension was broken as Jayce laughed. He smiled widely, the most genuine one you had seen so far. 
"They stay that way in case I ever met someone like you."
He looked up at you as he pressed his hand on your crotch, and you could only hold your breath, not daring to move. 
With a salacious grin, he slowly dragged a finger around under your waistband, the other hand undoing your zipper.
You whimpered slightly, moving to do it yourself in your urgency. 
He quickly clasped a palm to your mouth, shushing tenderly with a glint in his eye.
"I've told you what to do up until now, and that's not going to change."
You glared at him but still removed your hand, spreading your legs a bit from their crossed position. 
Jayce saw the motion and pushed them open before fully unbuttoning your pants, and you let out a gasp as the fabric loosened around your cock, only your underwear between it and his hand. He pulled down its waistband a bit more quickly, his heavy breathing indicating his own impatience. 
His hair draped messily over his forehead, the muscles in his chest tense and his wings shuddering slightly. 
The both of you exhaled as your erection was freed, the tip already glistening with precum. The sudden exposure to cold air caused it to twitch slightly as Jayce stared, his mouth slightly agape. 
"Look at you," he muttered, running a finger up from the base. You tilted your head back and stiffened, on the verge of begging for more contact. "Every part of you is perfect."
He wrapped his hand around your shaft, asking with a distinct gentleness, "Is this okay?"
You nodded furtively, leaning forward to rest your forehead on his shoulder, his body noticeably warm. 
"Come on," he teased, loosening his grip a bit. "I want to hear it."
"Yes," you gasped, one of his wings coming to rest on your head. "It's okay, it's so good, please, more."
You could barely get the words out as he started stroking you midway, a thumb running over your tip as he did so, his hand leaving its place after a few seconds. 
Disappointed, you looked up at the loss of touch, watching Jayce's chest heave as he brought his hand up to his face, licking the precum off his thumb. 
You only leaked more at the sight, Jayce still smiling throughout it all. 
"If you want more, you have to earn it," he drawled, standing up.
The bulge in his pants was evident as he sat on a nearby rock, palming himself and beckoning you towards him.
You began to stand, but he clicked his tongue, pointing downwards. 
"I like the way your ass moves on all fours, I couldn't get a good view when you were crawling in the storm today."
Making your way over to him slowly, you rested your hands on his thighs as you got on your knees, his hand still pressed to his crotch.
You removed it delicately, fingers trembling as you undid his pants.
"So beautiful," he muttered, cupping your cheek while rubbing the spot behind your ear in circles with a calloused finger.
His cock sprang up immediately as you yanked down his underwear, the shaft running with thick veins, so long it nearly touched your nose from where you kneeled.
You took it tentatively in your hand and stroked hesitantly, watching his face intently. He bit his lip as he muffled a sigh, his hand moving up to grab the back of your head, his wings closing around you again.
"You bring out the devil in me," he chuckled, tightening his grip.
As he did so you brought your head forward, giving his tip a small lick. The saltiness of his precum mingled with the saliva in your mouth, which was flowing so much you were surprised you weren't drooling. 
Jayce groaned and pushed your head down a bit, smothering you at the base of his cock. You felt his feathers shake as you took it in your mouth, feeling a drop of what you guessed was precum hit your cheek. 
He moved a hand under your chin to tilt your head up, and you lazily licked a stripe of his shaft before taking his tip in your mouth and sucking lightly, feeling bolder. 
He cursed and thrust upwards, pushing deeper into your mouth. You lowered your head, trying to take him as deeply as you could, feeling your own cock twitch with anticipation. 
Jayce continued grinding into you, his thighs clenched tightly around your shoulders.
"Stop," he gasped, the sudden absence of weight on your back letting you know that his wings were folded back behind him. 
You looked up quickly, afraid that something had gone wrong, but his hand continued carressing your face.
"You're so pretty with my cock in your mouth," Jayce sighed, leaning forward. 
Suddenly, he stood up and hooked his arms under yours, whisking you up onto the same rock he had sat on. He hastily removed your pants, pulling you towards him by the hips. 
You moaned as he pressed his crotch to yours, even the slightest sensation exhilarating. 
"But you'd look prettier with it in your ass."
He wrapped a hand around both yours and his shaft, the other still on your hip. You moved with his hand as he leisurely moved it up and down, trying to get as much friction as you could.
"Hush," he said, leaning forward to press a kiss against your forehead. "If you're good, you'll wait. You have lotion, right?"
You merely pointed over at your bag, watching him as he strode over to it, taking off his own pants on the way. He retrieved the tube, already pouring a substantial amount onto his palm as he walked over to you.
Eyes wide, you kept your eyes on him as he ran the other hand down your thigh, tracing his finger around your hole. You could only whimper as he smirked at you, pressing your leg down. He began to drip some of the lotion onto his shaft while also pushing in a bit inside of you with his thumb, the penetration causing you to wriggle. 
His fingers left the area and came to guide his cock towards your hole, pushing only the tip in. You scowled and thrust your hips upward, but the hand on your leg firmly pushed you back down. 
He pressed into you agonizingly slowly, a wing sidling beneath your neck to prop up your upper body as he took hold of your waist, causing you to instinctively wrap your legs around him. You raised your hands to clench the feathers as he entered you, breathing heavily as you tried to adjust to his size. You felt yourself tighten around him as he began to move, deliciously stretched to your limit. 
"I never want to pull out," he groaned, already thrusting faster. Each slap of his hips against your thighs sent a wave of elation throughout your body, and your moans only increased as he sped up.
Your shaft slapped against your body as he pulled and pushed you by the waist, though one hand left its spot. You looked down only to realize it had found its way around your cock. His stroking to matched each of his thrusts, causing the heat inside of you to only grow.
Jayce grunted as he slammed into you with more and more force - each vein, each glan became part of you. 
"Shit," he mumbled, barely audible over the sounds of his skin meeting yours. "You don't know how badly I've wanted this. You don't know how many nights I've spent with my cock in my hand while you're sleeping, thinking about what noises you make when I touch you, when I fuck you."
"Tough talk," you gasped, melting into euphoria with the feeling of him entering you so rapidly, "for somebody who can't fly because of a couple clouds of dust."
His eyes glinted dangerously, and the wing left its spot behind your head as he pushed you further up on the rock while still inside of you, clambering onto it himself. Jayce shoved his tongue through your lips, his breath hot and urgent. His hand left its place around your shaft, and he brought it up to your mouth, gripping your chin as he slid his index and middle finger in.
You immediately began sucking and he resumed thrusting, his dark curls of hair bouncing as he did so even more vigorously than the previous position, the pleasure that was crashing into you knocking any thought of retorting from your mind.
You could feel yourself getting close, but before you could even open your mouth to mention it, Jayce huffed, "I'm going to cum. Fuck, I can't decide if I want to see it dripping out of you or down your face more."
The rumbling of his rough tone sent you over the edge, and you were barely aware of the spurts of cum hitting his chest as you finished in ecstasy, still holding onto the edge of one wing.
The sight of you doing so seemed to do the same to him, as a hot substance was suddenly flowing into you once he gave a final groan, his thrusts slowing, but still as deep as before.
You closed your eyes when Jayce stopped, resting completely inside of you. Your legs stayed wrapped around him as he heaved you up, his wings folding under you as support. 
He slid out slightly from you as he laid you down and you rolled on your side, but quickly pressed back in once he was in the same position.
You gave him a questionable look, to which he only said, "I wasn't kidding about never wanting to pull out."
Once again, he donned an easygoing smile. A wing cloaked over you caused you to return the grin, and you wrapped your arms around him, basking in the synchronization of his breaths and heartbeat. He was noticeably more relaxed, and you felt a soft kiss pressed to the top of your head. 
"I'm sure you've already figured out my wish was to release the curse. Naturally, I still want to, but I'm happy it was in my life. Otherwise, I never would've met you."
You looked up at him, tracing his collarbone with a finger.
"Is that really worth all the years it was a burden?"
He took your hand, intertwining your fingers with such fragility it was like he was handling glass. 
"I forgive it. I know I haven't been the nicest to you, but I haven't felt like this for as long as I can remember, even when I was still on the ground. I would do a lot of things for you. But, most importantly, I would spill every last drop of myself for you, from my blood to what's running down your leg right now." 
Slightly embarrassed, you laughed, burying your face into the crook of his neck.  
"Who knows, maybe I'll just wish for you to like me," he said with a joking sigh. 
You raised your head to furrow your eyebrows at him, hitting him lightly on the chest. 
"Do you think I'd let an idiot like you do all that if I didn't like them?"
His smile only widened, and you felt his cock prod a bit deeper as his wings shuddered again. 
"What did I say about teasing me?"
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Knocking On Your Skin | Angel!Jayce x Fem!Reader
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Warnings: NSFW (Oral, penetration, etc.), cursing
Summary: Your search to find a wish-granting fountain gets you stuck in a mountain cave with an angel supposed to guide your way to the top, but a different desire of yours ends up getting fulfilled.
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A barrage of lighting rolled through the air again, the sound of thunder so close it was taunting you.
The sudden noise caused your footing to slip, but you didn't dare to look down, not that the clouds below you would've permitted sight of the ground. You and your guide had been climbing for nearly the whole day; it was dark when you had set out, and the moon was once again in the sky.
"Jayce!" 
You were surprised he even heard your shout above the storm, his own response barely audible. 
"What? Is something wrong?"
"Are you sure you can't just fly up, even just a little bit? We should scout for a resting area, at least!"
He turned away from you and although you couldn't hear it, you were sure he scoffed.
"It could start raining any moment, and besides, I don't plan on becoming a lightning rod anytime soon," he yelled, motioning to a burnt tree that was toppling by, no doubt struck down from higher up.
You grumbled to yourself, trying to steady yourself against the growing winds. The both of you were climbing on all fours for as much stability as possible, Jayce's wings folded back with one brought forward to shield his face, the feathers facing the weather like fluttering blades of ivory. 
The journey continued in mutual silence for some time, only the howling storm and occassional clattering of a rock or branch accompanying you. 
"There!" Jayce suddenly exclaimed, the gales so fierce now that you could barely see his pointing hand through the clouds of sediment. "I think it's a cave, but the mouth is pointed away from us so I can't be sure. That means it's pointed away from the storm too, though, so we should at least check it out!"
You would've rolled your eyes if they weren't squinted so tightly, and you stopped to look more closely at the mound of stone he had signalled towards. 
"You've already called a boulder a cave two times," you replied, not bothering to hide your frustrated tone. Even so, you started making your way to him.  "If this is another one, then I might as well push you off the side of this mountain."
His laugh blended with the rumbling of another incoming wave of thunder, though it was bitter. "If you had enough strength to do that, we wouldn't have to find a place. What're you going to do, wish for an extra set of lungs?"
You could see him more clearly now, though you weren't sure whether that was a downgrade or a blessing. His smile shined even through the rolling pebbles and dust - that infuriating, captivating smile. 
The pair of you had been travelling together for almost two weeks now, though your itinerary had been planned around only one. You had been set back by an injury when you were only a few days into your journey, as a creature had torn through your shelter, your bag, and your ankle. You had laid there for at least an hour or two with only a roll of bandages put to use before Jayce had arrived - needless to say - terrifying you.
After a few deep breaths and more than a few questions about his unusual form, you came to an agreement. He would guide you to the top, and you would make a wish for him. Then, as he had said, you never had to see him again.
You had embarked with the fountain in your mind as only a fable, but a fable you desperately needed. However, seeing Jayce cemented your belief in it, and there was nothing you wanted to do more than see even a sliver of the legendary crystal clear waters, ever-gleaming marble, and flowers of every color that was said to sit upon the flat top of the mountain.
Unfortunately, the trip leading up to it was much less harmonious than the location itself, and your companion didn't happen to make it any easier.
He constantly bickered with you, and there was more than one instance where you had to remind him it was your wishes he was relying on, as he had been cursed to live the way he did, never to leave the mountain or harvest anything from it. He had found out long ago that the statement included the fountain. 
Jayce would frown whenever you asked him why it had happened - well, to be fair, he was always frowning - not to mention that the only time he smiled was when teasing you. 
However, that didn't stop you from noticing the little things about him, the things that were so habitual to him that there was no chance he could hide them: the time he uncovered a plant from a landslide and watered it with creekwater from careful cupped hands, the small animal that you had caught him petting in the early morning when he had woken long before you. That was leaving out the more indulgent factors, the way his shoulders flexed with each movement of his wings, how their feathers gleamed in the sun, the fact that he looked near perfect from wading through a river to in the midst of a storm. 
You supposed you couldn't be too hard on his ways, he knew the path much better than you did, after all. Plus, there had been moments of kindness - concern when you skipped a meal, reminders of when to drink and when to sleep, his efforts to make sure you were comfortable as possible even when it didn't benefit him in any way. 
Gross, you thought to yourself. I'm falling for the bare minimum.
Even with the notion, you couldn't help but remember the feeling of his coarse hands brushing against your collarbone as he clasped the top button of your blouse one morning, the spark that came from it only intensified as he brought his midnight eyes to yours. 
"Your shirt," Jayce had mused, glancing at you from his position perched on a stone while you washed your hands in a river.
"My shirt," you had responded tiredly, still half-asleep. You weren't ready to put up with a snide remark so early in the morning, and braced for the start of the barrage.
Instead, he had merely slid off of his seat into the water in front of you, your astonishment stealing any words form your mouth. Without saying anything, he buttoned the top of your blouse, leaving you flustered and confused.
"Hey! Are you listening?"
You were torn from your memory, slightly disoriented while calling back, "Sorry, what is it?"
Your limbs were moving without much thinking as you followed him, the mound of rock ahead slowly growing larger.
"Turns out it's a cave after all, you can see the mouth right there!"
You paused, expecting a snarky comment to follow, but none did, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.
"Good, we've finally found a mouth bigger than yours."
Jayce didn't reply, but you brushed it off, figuring the storm must have suppressed your voice.
The effects of entering the cave were almost instant, and you sighed with relief at the lack of calamity. The winds only whistled outside the entrance, and the interior was both relatively flat and smooth. Most importantly, it was dry, and you nestled your satchel between two rocks after retrieving your sleeping bag from it, debating which area was the most level. 
Your partner stretched leisurely, his wingspan reaching almost from one side of the cave to the other. The sheer volume of his wings never failed to amaze you, and you marvelled at him for a moment before tossing a blanket at his face, breaking his yawn. 
He simply stared down at the cloth in his hands before looking up at you, asking, "Are you alright?"
"Hm?" you responded, already settling onto the floor.
"It's the first storm we've had so far, and a lot rougher than I've ever seen, are you alright?"
You narrowed your eyes at him, wondering if this was a ploy of his, but as far as you knew, you had only heard this tone one other time - when he had first found you.
"I'm fine, are you?"
He coughed nervously and turned away from you, his wings peculiarly folded as their tips intercrossed between his calves. 
"Yeah, of course. I'm not the one the one causing trouble."
You were almost relieved at his jab, though his demeanor was much less confident than usual. Shrugging to nobody in particular, you chalked it up to the probability that the storm shook him. After all, he did say it was the strongest he'd experienced.
Pushing and prodding at the sleeping bag, you made yourself as comfortable as you could on the ground. Even after many nights of sleeping on the mountain, there was still a clear different between laying on dirt and stone. 
There was a bit of shuffling to your side as Jayce did the same, and you felt the gentle breeze of the blanket as he laid it down on the ground. The day he found you, he had told you that to accomodate his wings he simply slept with his chest to the floor while propping up his chin in his arms, using the feathers for warmth. 
You smiled at the thought, staring up at the dimly lit stalactites of the cave.
"Hey," Jayce whispered, "are you awake?"
Sighing, you answered, "Why wouldn't I be awake? It's barely been seconds since we've lain down."
There was a pause before you heard, "I don't know, just checking. Are you sure you're okay? We don't want those pretty hands of yours hurt."
You were suddenly thankful for the dark, hoping it adequately masked your blushing. "I'm sure, Jayce."
There was a moment of pondering before you decided to repeat a question you had asked many times before to no avail. You weren't sure why, there was just something about the atmosphere that made you think things would turn out differently.
"So why were you cursed?"
You steeled yourself for a harsh retort or a groan, but instead came only a heavy exhale.
"It has to do with the fountain. I heard the wishing capacity came from its waters, so I wanted to bring it down and share it with others."
Share? You were surprised he even had the word in his vocabulary, and you shifted on your side to look at him as he continued. 
His black eyes shone even in the dark, his head already facing towards you. "Turns out that the whole point of this mountain is supposed to be a trial, I suppose. Seems a bit traditional to me, I don't want tests that I can still read in storybooks. I only got a few steps with just a bottle of the water before getting pulled into the fountain, and when I woke up, I was like this."
He motioned to his back, wearing a demeanor of disgust, and you gave a sympathetic smile, saying, "I don't know, I like them."
His feathers rustled, and you could swear his face turned a tint redder.
"Well, I would too if the other part of the deal didn't exist. When I came to, I was still in the fountain, and I spent a while figuring out how to fly, which isn't the most convenient when you're doing it downhill. It took me ages to get to the base of the mountain, and my only reward was finding out that I can't step off of it."
The sound of light splatters of water let you know it had just begun to rain, and you pulled the front of your sleeping bag up a little more.
"Either way, it's nice to have somebody here with me. Even if that person is you." He added the last phrase furtively, and you caught a flash of nervousness on his face. "I've gotten a little tired of just talking to trees and bears. This place is big, but that only makes you feel more lonely."
Jayce's voice trembled slightly, but you could tell he was trying to hide it as he audibly swallowed. 
You sat up and sidled out of your sleeping bag, sitting cross-legged in front of him. He didn't move a muscle, his eyes the only thing that shifted with your actions.
"I'm glad you're here, too. If I didn't have anybody to save me, I would either be back at the bottom or in some animal's stomach. Even if that person is you," you mocked, lightly pushing his shoulder.
Unexpectedly, he grabbed your hand as you did so, keeping it pressed to his bare chest. 
You tried not to breathe too heavily as he propped himself up, his warm skin taut beneath your fingertips; you hoped he couldn't feel your heart beating through your palm. 
Almost every part of your brain was melting with the sensation of his hand closed firmly around your wrist, but you held his eye contact. 
"You act like you don't know that your teasing doesn't make me... aggressive." 
He said the last word softly, the diction so distinct that you could almost see the word falling from his lips.
You felt a sudden heat travel to your crotch, no doubt a bit of wetness beginning to pool between your thighs. 
Without even thinking, you asked, "Why didn't you want me to know? The curse thing, I mean."
You immediately cursed yourself for the question, feeling the moment slip away between your fingers. 
The look in his eyes suddenly became very far away, and his lips pressed together. His grip loosened, and your hand dropped with your heart.
"I think that I just wanted to be as secretive as possible. The wings get in the way of a lot of things."
The way Jayce said the line made it seem very cryptid, and you couldn't help but ask, "What things?"
"My shirt, for one."
"Unfortunately, not your pants."
His eyes widened, and you weren't sure whether it was you or him that was more surprised by what you said, your mouth becoming very dry. 
"Not my feelings for you, either," he said in a hushed tone, fully sitting up.
You could barely register the moment between what he said and the pressure on your lips, his hand cradling your chin as the other rested beside your hip, his wings crossing behind your back in a second embrace. 
Your senses were overwhelmed, from the gentle feathers brushing your neck to the slight scratching of his stubble your chin, and you felt yourself become only more slick as you deepened the kiss. You parted your lips slightly and immediately felt his tongue enter once you did so, yours coming to meet his. He left your lips wet once he tilted his head downwards, his eyelashes softly brushing your cheekbones.
Brain still going haywire, you sputtered, "How do you keep your lips so soft? It's so dry up here." 
You winced at the question as soon as the words left your mouth, but none of the tension was broken as Jayce laughed. He smiled widely, the most genuine one you had seen so far. 
"They stay that way in case I ever met someone like you."
He looked up at you as he pressed his hand to your navel, and you could only hold your breath, not daring to move. 
With a salacious grin, he slowly dragged a finger around under your waistband, the other hand undoing your zipper.
You whimpered slightly, moving to do it yourself in your urgency. 
He quickly clasped a palm to your mouth, shushing tenderly with a glint in his eye.
"I've told you what to do up until now, and that's not going to change."
You glared at him but still removed your hand, spreading your legs a bit from their crossed position. 
Jayce saw the motion and pushed them open before fully unbuttoning your pants, quickly pulling them off. He dragged a finger up the wet spot on your underwear, the only thing between your cunt and his hand. He pulled down its waistband a bit more quickly, his heavy breathing indicating his own impatience. 
His hair draped messily over his forehead, the muscles in his chest tense and his wings shuddering slightly. 
The both of you exhaled as he yanked the fabric off, your lips already glistening with secretion. The sudden exposure to cold air caused you to twitch as Jayce stared, his mouth slightly agape. 
"Look at you," he muttered, running a finger up its folds. You tilted your head back and stiffened, on the verge of begging for more contact. "Every part of you is perfect."
He laid his thumb on your clit, asking with a distinct gentleness, "Is this okay?"
You nodded furtively, leaning forward to rest your forehead on his shoulder, his body noticeably warm. 
"Come on," he teased, pulling his hand away. "I want to hear it."
"Yes," you gasped, one of his wings coming to rest on your head. "It's okay, it's so good, please, more."
You could barely get the words out as he resumed the contact midway, rubbing slowly while tugging at your collar with the other hand. Understanding immediately, you hurriedly began unbuttoning your blouse, Jayce almost mewling at the sight of your chest.
"Nothing under?"
You shook your head and he carressed your cheek approvingly, pressing a wet kiss to your collarbone. Out of the blue, he stopped and sat back, causing you to disappointly look up at the loss of touch. You watched Jayce's chest heave as he brought his hand up to his face, licking the lubrication off his thumb. 
You only felt the heat between your legs grow at the sight, Jayce still smiling throughout it all. 
"If you want more, you have to earn it," he drawled, standing up.
The bulge in his pants was evident as he sat on a nearby rock, palming himself and beckoning you towards him.
You began to stand, but he clicked his tongue, pointing downwards. 
"I like the way your ass moves on all fours, I couldn't get a good view when you were crawling in the storm today."
Making your way over to him slowly, you rested your hands on his thighs as you got on your knees, his hand still resting on his crotch.
You removed it delicately, fingers trembling as you undid his pants.
"So beautiful," he muttered, cupping your cheek while rubbing the spot behind your ear in circles with a calloused finger.
His cock sprang up immediately as you yanked down his underwear, the shaft running with thick veins, so long it nearly touched your nose from where you kneeled.
You took it tentatively in your hand and stroked hesitantly, watching his face intently. He bit his lip as he muffled a sigh, his hand moving up to grab the back of your head, his wings closing around you again.
"You bring out the devil in me," he chuckled, tightening his grip.
As he did so you brought your head forward, giving his tip a small lick. The saltiness of his precum mingled with the saliva in your mouth, which was flowing so much you were surprised you weren't drooling. 
Jayce groaned and pushed your head down a bit, smothering you at the base of his cock. You felt his feathers shake as you took it in your mouth, feeling a drop of what you guessed was precum hit your cheek. 
He moved a hand under your chin to tilt your head up, and you lazily licked a stripe of his shaft before taking his tip in your mouth and sucking lightly, feeling bolder. 
He cursed and thrust upwards, pushing deeper into your mouth. You lowered your head, trying to take him as deeply as you could, feeling your own fluids trickle down the inside of your leg. 
Jayce continued grinding into you, his thighs clenched tightly around your shoulders.
"Stop," he gasped, the sudden absence of weight on your back letting you know that his wings were folded back behind him. 
You looked up quickly, afraid that something had gone wrong, but his hand continued carressing your face.
"You're so pretty with my cock in your mouth," Jayce sighed, leaning forward. 
Suddenly, he stood up and hooked his arms under yours, whisking you up onto the same rock he had sat on. He hastily removed your pants, pulling you towards him by the hips. 
You moaned as he pressed his crotch to yours, even the slightest sensation exhilarating. 
"But you'd look prettier with it in your pussy."
Jayce lifted you up with one hand beneath your back, the other still on your hip. He leaned forward to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking delicately as his tongue circled it. You gasped as he bit very lightly before giving the other the same treatment, straightening up with a very satisfied look.  
Eyes wide, you kept your eyes on him as he ran a hand down your thigh, tracing his finger up and down your slit. You could only whimper as he smirked at you, pressing your leg down. You saw a drop of precum fall from his cock as he lowered it towards your pelvis, pushing only the tip in. You scowled and thrust your hips upward, but the hand on your leg firmly pushed you back down. 
He pressed into you agonizingly slowly, a wing sidling beneath your neck to prop up your upper body as he took hold of your waist, causing you to instinctively wrap your legs around him. You raised your hands to clench the feathers as he entered you, breathing heavily as you tried to adjust to his size. You felt yourself tighten around him as he began to move, deliciously stretched to your limit. 
"I never want to pull out," he groaned, already thrusting faster. Each slap of his hips against your thighs sent a wave of elation throughout your body, and your moans only increased as he sped up.
He made sure not to ignore your clit as he moved, each thrust matching the rhythm of his circular massaging. Jayce grunted as he slammed into you with more and more force - each vein, each glan became part of you. 
"Shit," he mumbled, barely audible over the sounds of his skin meeting yours. "You don't know how badly I've wanted this. You don't know how many nights I've spent with my cock in my hand while you're sleeping, thinking about what noises you make when I touch you, when I fuck you."
"Tough talk," you gasped, melting into euphoria with the feeling of him entering you so rapidly, "for somebody who can't fly because of a couple clouds of dust."
His eyes glinted dangerously, and the wing left its spot behind your head as he pushed you further up on the rock while still inside of you, clambering onto it himself. Jayce shoved his tongue through your lips, his breath hot and urgent. The hand on your clit left its place, and he brought it up to your mouth, gripping your chin as he slid his index and middle finger in.
You immediately began sucking and he resumed thrusting, his dark curls of hair bouncing as he did so even more vigorously than the previous position, the pleasure that was crashing into you knocking any thought of retorting from your mind.
You could feel yourself getting close, but before you could even open your mouth to mention it, Jayce huffed, "I'm going to cum. Fuck, I can't decide if I want to see it dripping out of you or down your face more."
The rumbling of his rough tone sent you over the edge, and you were barely aware of anything but Jayce's grunts and his coarse hand on your face as you finished in ecstasy, still holding onto the edge of one wing.
The sight of you doing so seemed to do the same to him, as a hot substance was suddenly flowing into you once he gave a final groan, his thrusts slowing, but still as deep as before. You felt the cum slowly drip out from inside of you, no doubt already mixed with your own. 
You closed your eyes when Jayce stopped, resting completely inside of you. Your legs stayed wrapped around him as he heaved you up, his wings folding under you as support. 
He slid out slightly from you as he laid you down and you rolled on your side, but quickly pressed back in once he was in the same position.
You gave him a questionable look, to which he only said, "I wasn't kidding about never wanting to pull out."
Once again, he donned an easygoing smile. A wing cloaked over you caused you to return the grin, and you wrapped your arms around him, basking in the synchronization of his breaths and heartbeat. He was noticeably more relaxed, and you felt a soft kiss pressed to the top of your head. 
"I'm sure you've already figured out my wish was to release the curse. Naturally, I still want to, but I'm happy it was in my life. Otherwise, I never would've met you."
You looked up at him, tracing his collarbone with a finger.
"Is that really worth all the years it was a burden?"
He took your hand, intertwining your fingers with such fragility it was like he was handling glass. 
"I forgive it. I know I haven't been the nicest to you, but I haven't felt like this for as long as I can remember, even when I was still on the ground. I would do a lot of things for you. But, most importantly, I would spill every last drop of myself for you, from my blood to what's running down your leg right now." 
Slightly embarrassed, you laughed, burying your face into the crook of his neck.  
"Who knows, maybe I'll just wish for you to like me," he said with a joking sigh. 
You raised your head to furrow your eyebrows at him, hitting him lightly on the chest. 
"Do you think I'd let an idiot like you do all that me if I didn't like them?"
His smile only widened, and you felt his cock prod a bit deeper as his wings shuddered again. 
"What did I say about teasing me?"
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