#Jayce smut
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୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ 𝆬 having a secret enemies to lovers relationship with them 𝆬 𓏸
feat.: Jayce Talis, Vi, Ambessa Medarda, Mel Medarda, Ekko
content: f!reader, nsfw content, mild violence mentions
notes: this was commissioned by the most lovely @angelltheninth !! thank you so much again!! 💜
Honestly, JAYCE refuses to admit just how much he finds himself drawn to you. You're everything he's not, working in the shadows for Silco while he's Piltover's golden boy, the Man of the Future, and yet there's some odd tension between the two of you that he can't deny. He aches to label it as natural hate, though that couldn't be further from the truth. The catalyst for your eventual growing fondness of each other is when he's got you pinned down, imposing hammer so close to obliterating you and, God, he can't do it. You're his enemy, certainly, and yet he finds himself absentmindedly brushing some dirt off your cheek, touch gentle despite those huge hands.
After that, things go all too fast. One moment you're kissing, you softly moaning into his mouth, the next you try and sneak into the Academy, trying your hardest not to appear suspicious and, well — if you end up making out on one of the tables he usually does science stuff on, who can blame you? It feels all too nice to wrap your legs around his wide waist, pulling him closer while his dick pushes into you, calloused fingers roaming over your skin as if he's desperate to feel as much of you at the same time as somehow possible. It's all too good, until the sound of approaching footsteps, accompanied by the rhythmic thumping noise of a cane, makes both of you flinch, and you're forced to hide in an empty storage room, still dripping with need.
“Fuck, talk about horrible timing—, quick, in here, in here. God. Hopefully he'll leave real quick again, I'm stil hard; don't you worry, we'll continue just where we left off in but a moment. We just can't get caught.”
There is no word for what VI feels for you other than 'hate'. How could she not? As an Enforcer, you're her complete opposite, you're used to the riches and comfortable life of Piltover and, well, she would've never thought she could ever grow fond of you, but it turns out you look awfully pretty underneath her, pinned to the ground of Zaun. There's mud caked to the side of your face and a stray trail of blood runs down your forehead and, oh — for some reason, you don't do anything but moan softly when she leans down to meet your lips in a bruising kiss, her thick thigh spreading your own apart.
It's adorable how your cheeks flush when she calls you a teasing nickname; it's downright sweet when you whimper and press your body against her own. Your very reactions make you so very human, so very much like her. You're not that different from her at all, it appears, and that realisation itself makes things complicated. Vi swears she despises you, hates you with all her heart, but when she sneaks away to your usual meeting place, the sixth time this week, rough touches having turned into loving embraces along the way, she can't say she's being entirely truthful.
“Hey, sugar! You made it. Fuck, I'm always so happy to see ya, it's ridiculous. My heart's beatin' all fast. Oh—, hey, you're eager today, hm? Wanna continue that badly where we were interrupted last time? Fine by me. You gotta spread those cute legs of yours then, darl.”
It comes as no surprise that a powerful woman such as AMBESSA has quite a lot of enemies. There's all too many people who wish her death or worse for the countries she's conquered or the people she's slayed — and yet you're the only one who has ever caught her eye. It's all too easy to have you brought to her luxurious chambers, and even when you're glaring at her, eyes narrowed with nothing short of hatred, she doesn't care, really. Her fingers come up to grab your chin, keeping your head in place as her gaze rakes over your face, taking every feature of your face in.
You're not sure whether to be enraged or relieved that, apparently, she's satisfied with what she sees, though it's a lot preferable when, minutes later, she seats you on one thick thigh of hers rather than having you beheaded. Really, you couldn't stifle your mewls and moans even if you tried when she grinds said leg up against your already dripping folds. Over time, you grow fond of her — something you hadn't thought possible —; your relationship stays a secret, but your smile at her praise is honest, your laughter joining her boisterous one is not an act at all. She's surprisingly sweet for such a bold woman and, well; the fact that she leaves you unable to walk for a day or two whenever she's between your legs is a pretty convincing factor to stay with her, too.
“Aren't you just the sweetest little one? C'mon, now, no need to be shy. You've been grinding against my thigh like a bitch in heat before, haven't you? Surely you can do it again. Though, if my leg isn't good enough for you, maybe you're just not as desperate to cum as I thought.”
There's always been tension between you and MEL; how could there not be when you were anything she didn't stand for, being her political enemy and everything? Really, the amount of bickering you two did was close to ridiculous, and yet neither of you seemed to mind it all too much. Even though you don't make a pretty picture up on a stage or behind the council roundtable, you look all too ethereal on her bed, legs spread wide and arching your back while slender fingers alternate between gently rubbing and meanly pinching your throbbing clit.
Really, you'd worry about it being all too obvious how often you search up her quarters, though she's quick to distract you with soft kisses and the occasional cruel graze of teeth against your neck. There's no need to worry about anything, truly; when Mel wants your relationship to stay between the two of us, it will remain a secret at all costs.
“My, my. You're quite adorable today, hm? So very needy for my touch, and yet I remember quite clearly how you've challenged me in front of the rest of the Council. Love, it almost looks like you were aching to be punished by me. Is that not the case? I might go easier on you if you at least admit it.”
EKKO despises you. There's no way around it. Ekko despises you and, if needed, fights you with all his might, and yet his expression, Firelight mask long knocked off his face, softens oh so visibly when he, one day, meets you at random, your injuries awfully bad. He's not sure what he's thinking when he takes you in and cares for your wounds, nursing you back to health; you're his enemy, damn it, and he should act like it, but the only explanation he has for how he's acting is that empathy is an all too human trait he can't seem to get rid of, no matter how hard he tries. He can't just leave you in the Undercity to rot.
By the time you're back to full health, you can't deny that, even though you're supposed to be enemies, you've bonded quite a bit. He's funny and loving, protective of you, even; and even though your relationship has to stay secret at all costs, given how he'd otherwise lose credibility with the Firelights and you'd be called a traitor, you both can't help but sneak away at night to see each other, you embracing him in a loving hug and his lips pressing against yours all too eagerly. With Ekko, it takes a while until it gets to making out and getting even more intimate, but that's quite alright. There's no need to rush it; you're both more than happy to lose track of time while cuddling and kissing.
“Would've never thought that, one day, I'd be kissin' someone like you like this. Hey—, in a positive way. Don't get me wrong on purpose. Y'know I love everything about you. Yeah? Good. It's almost sunrise, though. 'm afraid you'll have to go back soon.”
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Loved the accidental boner post--
can we get one for arcane men??? (Silco, Viktor, Jayce, Ekko)
Hell yeah you can Anon!
Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Ekko, Silco x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw smut, awkward boner, degradation, masturbation, cum shot, face fucking, embarrassment, grinding, quckie, coming in pants, moaning, dirty talk, hiding
A/N: Getting in the groove of writing for Arcane again. Feels really good.
Viktor usually likes to wait until you get home. Because he can't exactly do it everywhere he would like to the home or sometimes the lab is the safest bet for the two of you.
Oh believe him he would love to throw you against the wall and fuck you until your legs give out but he is a logical man, and as such he will settle for the logical thing of waiting until you're home so he can drop his pants, drop you on your knees and fuck your pretty mouth until he shoots his cum down your throat, trusting you to catch him if he ends up going overboard, if you're not choking on his cock that is.
"Careful not to make a mess darling. We have guests arriving tonight, I wouldn't want them to step in here and see my cum all over the floor. I know you've been looking at me since the last class but please show some restraint in the future. Otherwise I might change my mind about being professional and bend you over my desk next time."
Tries to hide it from you. It'd be embarrassing to get caught walking down the Council building or Academy hallways with a huge tent in his pants.
You had to have known what you were doing when you kept touching his thigh like you did. Was this some kind of payback? Well he will pay you back, just you wait until he gets you alone and you're on all fours for him, being split open by his girth for teasing him.
"Lab door is still unlocked babe, careful not to draw too much attention now. If you didn't want this then why did you keep teasing me? I'd just start to calm down and then you'd brush against my dick again. Don't I fuck you well enough at home, you need to be fucked here too? I didn't know you were a bitch in heat."
Wants you to take care of it before his next mission. It was enough that he had to scramble into his room before anyone could tease him about it, he is not going out like this.
He can't even wait until you take his pants down, he's pushing you against the bed and grinding against you until he finishes for the first time. As his luck would have it this wasn't enough. Fucking great. Now his pants are a mess and he's still hard. Time for plan B. Or rather plan P, turn around show him your pussy, let him get a quick fuck in.
"Not good enough Firefly, looks like I'll have to fuck you after all. You wanted this did you, you did right? Fuck, better make this fast I can't fly like this. I promise to take my time with you later tonight but right now I really, really need to come."
Makes you beg for him to fuck you. He's stroking his cock, legs fully open, jacking off inches from your face. You made him like this so you get to watch him, taste him and beg to be turned around and fucked.
Doesn't matter where you are, in his office, waiting for the Chembarons, in a hidden corner of the Last Drop, he will make you beg and beg well. You already have your mouth open to receive his cum but do you think you deserve it with the way you've been behaving?
"Looking at me like you want something. Speak up darling, I don't understand slut speak. Loud and clear. Good job, knew you were capable of using your mouth for more then just sucking cock. Want it bad? Not sure you earned it to be quite honest. How about you do something to convince me. Like what? Perhaps a nice target for my cum to fall onto."
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No more keeping score
Jayce Talis x Fem!Reader || NSFW || Word Count: 5.3k
Synopsis: Jayce lost in the Undercity (gone wrong) (gone sexual) AKA Jayce stumbles into a brothel.
Warnings: General NSFW content, mentions of prostitution and brothels, mutual masturbation, some dirty talk, a brief blowjob, multiple orgasms, reader riding Jayce, catching feelings, sad ending.
The room is a fiery form of frigid tonight, and, as usual, your clothes are doing nothing to shield you.
You’d told Maris over and over to get the roofing fixed, because what started as drafty was now dangerous - cold enough to kill, in the right conditions.
Bad for business if someone died, you’d said. Better to fix it now.
She’d brushed you off, of course, waving withered fingers at you, red polish chipping off at the edges.
“The rooms are warm. If you want heat, get a client.”
If only it were that easy. Besides, the rooms were barely warmer than the main room, and the approaching winter was making that fact more and more noticeable.
Not that it mattered to Maris. No amount of nagging, begging, or pleading had swayed her. She’d simply told you to get to work, or else, and not to bother her again.
When weeks passed and snow had started falling in through the various holes in the ceiling, she’d finally taken to fixing the roof herself - her skeletal form swaying on a rickety ladder as various curses rained down on the brothel.
You’d been so sure she’d fall at the time - so hopeful. Unfortunately, the old hag seemed to have superhuman levels of balance. Three hours later, she’d emerged alive and angry as a cat in a bath; red lips uncharacteristically smeared, hair the uninviting shade of rotten hay plastered to her forehead.
Now? The snow is gone, but the chill remains. Maris won’t be swayed to have someone else fix the roof. And of course, no one has looked at you all night.
Not that you can blame any of them - after all, who wants a teeth-chattering whore?
The other workers, curse them, seem to have built superhuman cold protection. They don’t shiver. They don’t complain. They flutter their eyelashes when people walk past, a casual smugness fixing to their lips when chosen. Well, screw ‘em. You’re not in the mood for sex anyhow.
Or at least, you aren’t until you see him walk in.
Tall. Good-looking - the kind of guy you’d expect to see on posters around the city. You don’t recognize his face, though. You’re sure of that because this face is one you’d remember. As the man looks around, you take some time getting acquainted with the features.
Honeyed green eyes, shining bright even in the sick yellow lighting of the room. Shimmering snowflakes caught in his hair - soft, black hair with a sharp widow’s peak, buzzed down near the neck. Clean-shaven, but a five o’clock shadow is present on his jaw.
Then there’s a scar on his right brow. An endearing gap between his teeth, visible when he nervously grins at one of the other customers. Strong, polite posture.
You want him so much that you can barely think. You don’t feel the cold anymore and you don’t even know his name.
Whoever he is, he’s lost. Judging by his expression, he hadn’t known what this building was, either. His eyes widen at a couple in the corner before his gaze turns to his shoes, then helplessly, pleadingly lifts to a few of the other workers.
Written in his expression is a clear, single word.
Help.
By Janna’s grace, no one notices him. No one but you.
You’re at his side before anyone else can see him, heart pounding in your chest. Cold be damned, if he’s going to end up in any bed, you’re determined that it’ll be yours. Besides, he looks like he could warm you up.
It takes you a moment to decide how to appeal to him. Mysterious? Sensual? Touchy? And when you run your fingers up his arm and he flushes, you find your answer.
To your utmost delight, he’s practically radiating heat. Your personal furnace for the night, if he’ll have you. Time to turn on the charm.
“You look lost,” you hum pityingly, gently squeezing at his bicep. “Need some help?”
His eyes dart to you for a moment, then away as he rubs his neck with his free hand.
“Hi,” he says meekly. “Uh… y-yeah, help would be great.”
You flash him a smile.
“What can I do for you?”
He hesitates for a moment, lips parted, then shakes his head.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t know this was - I was just…. I was looking for the bridge. Back to Piltover? Somehow I got mixed up, and it got dark and - and I went to the first place I saw open.”
“Piltover?” Surprise hits you strong enough to crack the sweetness of your tone. “You want to go back to Piltover? At this hour, in this temperature?”
Seeing his expression, you quickly catch yourself - moving your hand to his back and flashing an apologetic smile.
“I… I hate to say this,” you continue, a little gentler, “but you’ll arrive frozen or in pieces. Maybe both.”
He slumps for just a moment, burying his face in his hand.
“Look,” he says, his voice breaking a little. “I just… I just want to get out of here. I know I should’ve been more careful. I know that. But I don’t have anywhere else to go, and it’s late. Fuck, I just… need to get home.”
If you’re being honest with yourself, you’re actually pleased to hear that.
Most Pilties are too stubborn to realize they’re not untouchable; that the Undercity could hurt them just as much as it might hurt anyone else.
Too caught up in their own lives to ever hold themselves comparable with the muck of Zaun, yet amply willing to use it in the moments where it benefits them. Too full of themselves to know what might happen to them until it’s too late.
Those same people would have marched out into the night regardless of what you’d told them. People that would soon end up dead.
This one is smart. Maybe not street smart, but not stupid enough to think he’s blessing people with his presence. And you like that.
You study him a moment longer, noting the trembling in his hand. Then you drop your arm and the rest of your act.
“Okay,” you say gently, giving him some space. “I get it, you just want to go home.”
Your words seem to relax him, but you can tell he’s still a little wary.
“So… are you going to help me?” he asks.
Giving a shake of your head, you gesture towards the window. Toward the blistering winds and the swirling snow.
“I wasn’t kidding about arriving in pieces,” you tell him. “The Undercity is a dangerous place, and it’s much worse at night - especially in this weather. If the frost doesn’t get you, something else will.”
When he closes his eyes, giving a deep sigh, you cautiously lay a hand on his arm again - a reassuring movement, this time.
“I’d love to help you,” you say, “and I will, tomorrow morning - but you should at least stay here for the night. Use one of the rooms. No charge.”
He quirks an eyebrow.
“No charge?” With a shake of his head, he pulls away from your touch. “I may be from Piltover, but even I know there’s always a cost,” he says, wary. “What’s the catch?”
You give a light shrug, trying once again to ignore how cold it is.
“Well… it would be my room. Is that alright?”
He immediately flushes down to his collar, hesitating for a moment before he’s able to put his words together.
“Uh, I don’t - I,” he stammers. “You’re - you’re really pretty, and - it’s not that I don’t want to - it’s just, I don’t think I’m what you want. I’ve never -”
He quickly cuts himself off, somehow blushing even more, then clears his throat.
“Is it really that bad out there?” he asks.
Your expression solemns.
“Tell me your name,” you request.
“What?”
“Your name. What is it?”
He stalls, but apparently can’t find a good enough reason not to tell you.
“Jayce,” he says. “Jayce Talis.”
Finally. A name to put to the handsome face.
“Listen, Jayce,” you say, “I get it. It sucks to stay for the night in a place you don’t know. But so many people from this city haven’t come back on nights like this. Much less a visitor.”
With a sigh, you shake your head, hands fiddling with the soft fabric of your clothes before shutting into loose fists.
“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, so if you want an empty room, it’s yours. Or you could stay with me. I’d make it worth your time. I promise.”
“I already told you,” he says, softer this time. “I’m - I’m not what you want.”
“What makes you think that?”
When he doesn’t answer, you try again.
“Do you want it?”
“I - yes, but -”
“Well then. Do you think I don’t know how to read people in this job, Jayce?” you ask, folding your arms over your chest. “Or that I don’t know what I’m getting myself into? I’ve had you pinned from the moment you walked in, pretty boy. Shall I take a guess? You’ve never been with anyone. You want something… intimate. Something gentle.”
You pause for a moment, taking a step closer, leaving him room to step away if he wants.
He doesn’t. His pupils are blown wide, his hands are clenched, and his breathing is strained. Seeing him like this makes you want to do unspeakable things, but you keep your cool if only at the risk of scaring him off.
“I know a part of you wants to go into that room with me,” you continue. I know you’re having a hard time keeping your eyes off me. Convinced I know what I want now?”
Jayce shuts down for a moment, stuttering and laughing a little and taking in a breath, all while avoiding your gaze.
Ever so gently, you take his hand, trailing your fingers up his palm before you lean up on your tiptoes to his ear.
“Let me take care of you, Jayce,” you whisper. “I’ll make it good for you.”
When you cradle his cheek, he leans into your touch - a fact that only makes you want him more. He’s so damn desperate, and at this point, you’re nearly there with him.
“Okay,” he breathes. “Okay.”
You lace your hand into his, and he follows.
Into the empty room, where he can stay if he wants to - a room he barely looks at. Into the building behind the brothel where you live, immediately shivering in the ten seconds of chill. And then, into your bedroom. His grip tightens when his eyes focus on the bed.
“You still want to do this?” you confirm, turning to face him. He’s close here, breath warm on your cheek, scented of wood and vanilla and a musky, sweet spice that lingers underneath.
Then your hand rests gently against his chest. Underneath it sits Jayce’s heart, fluttering like a bird under your touch. Eyes dilated wide, almost black.
“Yes,” he breathes. “I want it.”
Intimate, you’d said. With real intimacy, your experience is rare, but you know enough to start. You know that with intimacy comes vulnerability, but also familiarity. A familiarity you have yet to achieve with him - not yet, at least.
“Can I touch you?” you ask. “Get some of these clothes off you?”
When he nods, you spend some time like that, slowly unbuttoning his vest, trailing fingers up his clavicle, pulling him down to the bed with his now undone tie.
Growing familiar with him in the way you know how.
It’s clear he similarly wants to touch you, but all he does is shift - hands uncertain, hovering like he doesn’t know where to put them. You remedy that by bringing them around your waist, noting how his eyes widen as you lean in.
Your breath warm against his cheek, Jayce’s breath hitches, his gaze going half-lidded as you straddle his thigh.
“What do you want?” you murmur.
“Kiss me,” he requests, sliding his hands up to your waist, settling at your ribs.
His lips are soft against yours when you close the distance, warm and gentle. It’s a sweet, over-eager kiss that soon deepens, his hands moving up to cradle both sides of your jaw before they trail down, unsure, and land on your hips again. Those hands, huge and warm, apply the lightest pressure when the kiss opens up, and it piques your curiosity.
When your hand fixes into his hair and lightly tugs, he lets out a soft groan into your mouth and fully squeezes - a motion and sound that have you reeling yourself in before you go too far.
If you had more time with him - more guarantees than just tonight, you’d stay there for hours, milking sounds out of him. Learning what drives him crazy; what makes him desperate. But you don’t have that time. You only have suspicions, and you confirm one of them by biting on his ear.
It’s only a soft nibble at the lobe, but with the way he shivers, you’d think you were doing something much more involved.
“I want to learn what you like, Jayce,” you hum, pressing soft kisses down his neck. When you pull away, he’s flushed down to the collar, half-hard in his trousers already.
“What I like?” he asks breathlessly.
“What you think about when you touch yourself,” you clarify. “What you picture. Do you think of someone? Something in particular?”
He laughs a little, nervously, shifting under you. The friction of his thigh moving beneath where you’re sitting, well… does things to you. You nearly lose yourself for a moment, tempted to grind against him. Your resolve holds, but it’s significantly weakened.
“I… yeah,” he says, gripping your hips tighter again. “I mean - I’m with someone. Um. But not anyone specific, just… someone. They never have a face.”
“Yeah?” you ask.
Your voice is winded. Hopefully, Jayce won’t notice - especially if you’re distracting him. Shaky fingers find his shirt, and your lips return to his jaw
“And when you picture them, what are they doing?” you press.
You’ve started to pull his shirt off, rubbing your thumb against the soft skin of his inner elbow. His whole body twitches, then he swallows hard.
“They’re, ah - k-kissing me,” he answers, sounding similarly short-winded.
It’s not typical for you to get affected by other people being turned on. After all these years, you shouldn’t be this wet over Jayce’s reactions to your movements, the way he shivers under your touch, or the way he stutters. This is nowhere near typical, and you’re very, very affected.
After all, this is your room, your space - not a part of your profession, but a part of you. Jayce is reacting to your words, not the distant, memorized lines Maris had fed you to spiel time and time again. He’s in your bed. This is real.
With realness, comes the heat you’d almost forgotten about. It sits in your pelvis, spreads through your core. Makes the slowness agonizing, but all the more appealing.
“Kissing you where?” you manage.
Jayce huffs, squirming a little, but not against your touch. Almost into it.
“My… lips. My neck.”
“And? What else do they do?”
The soft red flush against Jayce’s cheeks suits him. It draws out the golden hue in his eyes, making them shine a little brighter. You wonder what other hidden expressions compliment him. You’d very much like to find out.
He takes in a sigh, words soft and tentative as he speaks.
“I think about, uh - the person I’m with. They’re… going down on me. Touching me. Or… I’m inside them.”
He flushes deeper, his gaze darting toward your nightstand.
“Do they say anything to you when that’s happening?”
The laugh Jayce lets out is nervous - breathy and light.
“They. They tell me I’m… fuck.” He tilts his head back onto the headboard, shutting his eyes for a moment. “I don’t know. All kinds of things. What would you say?”
Oh. A misdirection to avoid answering, but you’re happy to take that route.
“Depends on the situation.”
You slide a little closer, nosing against his skin.
“If I was sucking you off?” you drawl, walking your fingers up his chest. “I’d probably tell you that you’re really fucking big in my mouth.”
Judging by the growing bulge in his pants, it doesn’t seem like that would be a lie. Jayce swallows hard, eyes still shut tight.
“Then… I’d tell you to finish in my mouth. That I want to taste you.”
“Fuck,” Jayce whispers.
“Do you want that?” you murmur. “My mouth on you?”
Jayce finally opens his eyes, lips parted.
“I, uh. Yes. And no?” he says, his gaze trailing over your mouth. “I want - I want to know what you like, first. What things you think about.”
“Well,” you say, settling down further onto his thigh. “If I were touching myself tonight, I’d think about you.”
He raises his brows.
“Yeah.”
Your voice is a murmur against his ear, your hands gentle up his shoulders.
“You,” you continue, your voice a smooth purr. “What you’d look like, getting yourself off. The noises you might make. If you’d wish your hand was mine.”
He makes a quiet, strangled sound.
“Would you?” you ask. “Would you wish it was me?”
“Yes,” he chokes out. “I’d - I’d wish it was you.”
“Show me, then,” you request, tucking a strand of hair away from his forehead. “What that’d look like. I want to know how you look when you want me.”
Jayce gapes at you. Then, slowly, he recovers, eventually flashing a grin. That damned gap in his teeth. It shoots warmth into you.
“You could take a look at that any time,” he jokes, his hands falling to his trousers, tugging at the buttons. “I sure as hell want you right now.”
That almost breaks you. The sight of him hard in his underwear distracts you just enough.
“Can - can I take off your shirt, first?” he asks. “I want to see you. It’d be added material for me… wanting you.”
“Go ahead.”
You almost tell him to rip it off, but his hands are still shaking, and that might be a bit too far. The strings of your shirt are pulled away first, and then your shirt comes up over your head. No bra, of course. You wouldn’t need one.
It takes Jayce off guard, though.
“Fuck,” he says. One of his hands slides up your ribs, flush with the bare skin. “You’re beautiful.”
“Enough material for you?”
With a tilt of your head, you mirror his movements. A hand up his chest. Settling at the ribs.
“Yeah,” he huffs. “More than enough.”
You have to move from his leg for him to get his pants off, which you have to admit you’re grateful for. You may pull a tough act, but Jayce is damn good at breaking it. If you’d stayed there long enough, you don’t doubt that he’d have physical evidence of that fact sooner or later.
When he’s stripped down to his boxers, you simply sit next to him, eager as he slowly removes those, too. And you’d been right. He’s big.
His cock, maroon-flushed at the tip, is already dripping for you - a thick pearl of precum at the top. You’re tempted to swipe it away, but your hands only rest at his knee, applying a little pressure as Jayce thumbs over it then begins stroking himself almost entirely dry.
“Oh,” you say, turning toward your dresser. “Here.”
He takes the bottle of lube from you a little too eagerly - spreading it on his fingers and letting out a soft sigh when he touches himself again.
Hesitant. Slow. Shivering when he strokes the right spot. Checking every few seconds to see if you’re watching. You are. Embarrassment and anxiety are slowly replaced by something else - something hungry behind his eyes as he holds your gaze.
Something you want to see more of.
He shudders when you start rubbing circles up his thigh. Bites his lip when you grab one of your tits, stroking a circle around a nipple until it hardens.
That seems to give him a little more confidence. Or it makes him so horny that he doesn’t care anymore. Either way, his grip tightens on himself and he lets out a sharp, quick moan that has you leaning toward him to nip at his ear.
“F-fuck,” he breathes. Then he groans again, hips canting upward, toward his hand. “I wish it were your mouth.”
If self-restraint is a cliff, you’re teetering over the edge. One foot is placed at the ready. Waiting to jump.
But instead of moving to him, you move to yourself - shoving off your final layer of clothes as fast as you can. And Jayce - seemingly past the point of shame - watches the entire time.
When your hand moves between your legs, he shivers. Then he shuts his eyes - almost as if he’s overwhelmed. His diaphragm heaves and his pace quickens and, with his other hand, he grips the sheets.
It’s only a moment later that he opens his eyes to see if you’re still touching yourself. You are, of course - your pace is getting you closer by the second.
“Holy fuck,” he says.
It’s broken, soft, almost in disbelief. It’s like he’s debating himself on whether to keep going or to stop and touch you. Really, you’d take either of those options.
“I - I wish it were you,” he repeats, gritting the words out from between clenched teeth. “Fuck. Wanna - wanna be inside you.”
Another step toward your metaphorical cliff, and frankly, toward your climax. You let out a soft, wanting moan and grip his thigh with your free hand, squeezing at the warm, glistening skin.
“Close,” he manages, “I’m close.”
That does it. Fuck the cliff. You’re grasping at his hand and pulling him away from himself, watching as he shudders and pants, brows pinched together.
“Still want my mouth on you?” you question. “I still want to know how you’d taste.”
“Yes, fuck, please.”
Salty is your answer. Not exactly uncommon, but there’s a subtle sweetness to it that has you wanting more. And those noises he’s making? Practically addictive. You can’t stop wanting to draw more of them out of him.
He’s leaking when you run your tongue up a vein, whimpering as you suck against his tip, groaning when you run your tongue over his frenulum. He cants his hips just slightly up - once, twice, and then his hand is in your hair and he’s cumming in your mouth.
He lets out a single, “Oh, fuck,” and then he’s shaking and groaning.
In response, you let out a small moan, letting him spill onto your tongue - salty and sweet and thick - until he’s finished.
When he’s finally done, he lets out a soft laugh, grinning down at you.
“Wow,” he says. “That was. Wow.”
And he leans back, head resting against the headboard again.
You make yourself busy by moving your mouth to his balls, not wanting to stop just yet. You’re still throbbing, and that heat has not quite faded enough to sit still. He twitches at your movement, whining as you tongue over the soft sensitive skin.
You’re mostly waiting for him to get soft, but he doesn’t. He stays hard and warm and, after a moment, he starts leaking again.
“Jayce?” you ask, using your fingers to replace what your mouth has just been doing. “Can you cum again?”
“Yeah,” Jayce replies. “I can uh, usually go for two. Maybe more.”
Holy fuck.
Kissing up the softness of his stomach, you trail your lips up his sternum then move up his neck, over his jaw, and to his mouth.
Jayce immediately fists a hand in your hair, eager, tongue molding against yours.
When you pull away, you start stroking him again - gentle, barely-there movements that have him shivering.
“Can I ride you?” you ask.
“Please,” he says immediately.
You’ve never reached for a condom faster. It takes you no time at all to grab one from your bedside, open it, and slide it onto him.
Propping your hands on his shoulders, you straddle him, reaching down with one hand to secure him underneath you. He lets out a soft whimper but says nothing else. Then you’re sinking down on his cock, so wet that you’re surprised he’s not mentioned it. Maybe he’s preoccupied with his moaning. After all, you’ve started grinding down on him.
To give Jayce credit, he’s a fast learner. He places a hand on your thigh and moves his hips with you, stretching you open as he hisses out various curses with the movement. And once you’ve found that rhythm, it’s good, it’s really fucking good - it’s just that something is missing, and it’s nudging at you like a bad itch. Your mind won’t shut down enough to ignore it.
Especially as his hand snakes further up your thigh and grips, digging into your ass. When you intentionally slow down, he follows. Seems to study you. Then his other hand, which had been set on your waist, albeit hesitantly, moves exactly where you want it to.
“Here?” he asks.
His thumb is pressed soft to your clit, rubbing gentle circles around the sensitive skin. He’s still inside you, stretching you, thick, fucking perfect and sweet and maybe the most handsome man you’ve ever met, and if Maris could see you, she’d probably fire you, because all you can do in response is moan.
“Yeah?” Jayce encourages. “You like that, baby?”
And, as much as you may detest that pet name, it’s surprisingly endearing coming from him. Maybe because it’s genuine. Maybe because he’s rubbing your clit and rolling his hips up into you, and -
Fuck.
“I’m close,” you murmur. “R-Really fucking close, Jayce.”
“Me too,” he pants.
Then he kisses you. It’s a light peck placed almost sloppily to your lips, but you don’t think twice before pulling him in for another one, rolling up and down on him as heat spreads through you like a wildfire, roaring up to consume you until the only thing you can think of is his name.
“Jayce,” you breathe, the word muted against his lips.
Then you lose all ability to speak.
Pleasure hits you in white-hot, ambrosial flashes that only break for brief moments. You know that Jayce cums with you, gripping your hips so tight that you hope it’ll bruise. You know that you’re being loud enough that everyone tomorrow will talk. You know that you really don’t fucking care about anything else in this building but the two of you, right here, right now.
And you know that, after it’s done, you sigh and rest your head against his chest, heart beating like a drum. He wraps his arms around you like a cocoon, sighing contently and tucking his chin over the top of your head.
Eventually, he softens inside you. His breathing evens out, and yours does too. You don’t want to move. You don’t want to think. Because, despite all the times you’ve been warned, you’ve just broken the cardinal rule of your profession: don’t catch feelings.
You’d like to pretend you don’t care about him, but that’s deluding yourself. You do. You want him to get home safe tomorrow. You want to see that grin again. You want him to call you more stupid pet names and continue to actually care about you, not just use you like everyone else.
Essentially, you’re fucked: both physically and metaphorically. You almost protest when he shifts, pulling himself out of you and settling beside your bed. Telling him not to almost seems worse, though. Then you muster the effort to clean the two of you up and change your sheets.
As you lay down, Jayce looks at you like he doesn’t know where to go, hesitant as he sits next to you.
“Come here,” you instruct. “Hold me.”
And he does. He settles on the bed, lays behind you, and tucks the two of you into the blanket. His arms wrap around you again, keeping you warm as he closes his eyes. Apparently, sex is also somnific for him, because he knocks out immediately. He snores a little, but it’s soft enough that it doesn’t even bother you.
He’s not even gone yet, and you’re already missing him.
By the time you fall asleep, the sun is peeking through the curtains. The light seems much greyer than usual. It must be dark clouds and sludge out there and it’s only making you dread leaving even more. If only you had a little more time.
Once you’ve shut your eyes, it seems only seconds later that Jayce wakes, drawing you from your nap immediately. He presses a soft kiss to your neck, smooths your hair from your face, then gets up to dress.
You watch him pull on his clothes - wrinkled trousers and half-hazard buttoning. Wild hair that he attempts to smooth on his head. It makes your chest ache. You try to memorize every part of him for safekeeping, but your brain can only remember so much.
If you only had a little more time.
Not that you could ever fully have him, but you’d be happy with just one more day. One more day you won’t get. If only you could keep your mind off dangerous what if’s. They’re always a bad idea, but similarly so enticing.
Eventually, you can’t delay leaving any longer. Both of you know it’s time to go.
The two of you walk to the bridge in silence, though you can tell Jayce wants to speak. He keeps opening his mouth to say something, then closes it, shaking his fist at himself - a small movement that he doesn’t think you’ll see.
And what can you do? Ask him to come to visit you in the brothel? Ask him to put himself in danger to see you? Suggest writing letters? They all feel incredibly flat in your mind. Empty. Who knows how far the Undercity is from his home. Who knows what his friends and family would think of you. Nothing good.
But when you get to the bridge, Jayce pulls you in for a kiss, holding your hand in his. Then he presses his forehead to yours.
“I guess I’ll see you around,” you tell him. Underneath that are a thousand other things you wish you could say, but you can’t. It’d only hurt you more.
“Right,” Jayce says, because both of you know that’s a leap. He’d only made it into the brothel by accident, and you can’t exactly stop working.
“Thank you,” he eventually adds, squeezing your hand before stepping away and letting go. “Uh, for your help. Showing me here and… for last night. I’m glad it was with you.”
“You’re welcome,” you murmur, drawing your hands up to cradle your arms at the loss of his warmth.
He gives you a nod, swallows hard, and exits down the bridge.
Tall silhouette, strong posture. It fades away into the distance faster than you’d expect. In its absence, it leaves an emptiness like nothing you’ve ever experienced. One that seems to suck all the color out of the world.
For a brief, foolish moment in time, you stand there wondering if he’ll turn back. Maybe he’ll come back, and everything will seem right.
Ten minutes you stay like that, arms drawn around yourself. He never comes back, though. Of course he doesn’t.
The next time you see Jayce is three years later. His face is on a poster, washed out from the rain, but still recognizable.
Man of Progress, it reads.
You have to wonder if he even remembers you.
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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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Could I request trans werewolf!Jayce in heat, thinking the reader can't help, but little does he know the reader is a hellhound twice the size of Jayce's werewolf form. Once he sees the reader's true form, Jayce is begging the reader to breed him and knot him, and the reader bends Jayce over and rails him until he's swollen with cum. (Ooh and Jayce with a praise kink)
Sorry for long wait, writings been weird for me. I have short bursts and then suddenly I forget how to form sentences. I think it's just the heat getting to me and making me feel less motivated
Heat
🍋 NSFW
Pairing: trans!werewolf! jayce X hellhound! reader
Warning: masturbation, breeding kink, knotting, cum inflation, belly bulge, size kink, masc and fem terms for jayces body, monster fucking, praise kink, dirty talk, jayce is very desperate
Reader has a penis but gender is not defined or stated.
It was that time of the year. Where winter ends and spring begins. The crisp air relieved the heavy feeling in his chest as he stared at the window. Thighs rubbing as a soaring heat consumed him. With a whine he tugged at his shirt, trying to pry it from his hot skin.
Jayce threw off his clothes. Prying open the windows to let in the cool air. It was his heat cycle and he left to fend for himself. He loved his mate, you were the best thing that's ever happened to him, but you wouldn't be able to keep up with this.
He didn't want to burden you with having to deal with this. Things could get....intense. Jayce couldn't bring himself to even ask such a task from you.
The cool air made him jolt, a sudden gush of wind filling the room and hitting between his legs. Snapping his attention back to the pooling mess leaking out of him. His cheeks flushed as his thick fingers rubbed against his folds. Shivering as he imagined it was you instead. Slowly sinking two fingers into himself as his teeth bared. Growing sharper as the sun began to set.
A howl escaping him as his thumb rubbed against his cock. Desperate circles becoming quicker and quicker as he gushed around his fingers.
"Look at you.... doing so well." You cooed.
Jayces eyes were squeezed shut, brain purley focused on giving his body the relief it needed. Breath hitching as he could hear your voice. Were you here? In his head? He couldn't tell. He just buried his face into his pillow as his back arched.
"Keep fucking yourself like that, you wanna cum?"
"Yes-!" He breathed out. His tail thumping against the bed. Squirming as he went knuckles deep. His feet dug into the bed as his body cracked and convulsed, hair growing thicker.
The moon's light pouring into the room as he came around his fingers. Panting as he chewed at his bottom lip.
"(Y/N)...?" He slowly blinked. Once he realized you were there he scrambled towards you. Your smiling expression shocking him before it was taken over by a deep need. You kissed his cheek as he came down from his high.
"Is it your heat, Jayce? Why didn't you come tell me?"
"Too much- didn't want you to feel burdened-"
"you think I wouldn't be able to keep up?" You let out laugh through your nose.
He raised a brow as he tried to process your words. His mind was drunk with need and forming any real sentence other than "I need you to fuck me" was difficult.
You reeled back from him. Hunching as smoke hissed through your clenched teeth. Claws digging into the bed as your tail grew from your lower back. Ears twitching as you looked back at your boyfriend. He released a breath he didn't know he was holding.
"you're a hellhound?"
You nodded. He took in the sight of you, hovering over him as your body consumed his. You were huge. It made him twitch as his cheeks grew hotter, something he didn't even know was possible. Feeling somewhat dizzy from the new information as all his instinct's screamed at him.
"please- breed me - I want you."
You captured his lips. Your tongue prodding, silently asking for permission. He hastily nodded as he parted his lips. Your tongue swirled around his as you pulled him close to your body. Holding up one of his muscular legs so you could grind against him.
He moaned against your mouth. All his noises muffled as you added more pressure. He fit so perfectly against you. Made for you. Made to be with you. The things it did to your head.
"Need to have cock inside you, pretty boy?"
Jayce whined as he nodded his head. "Yes- please! I need your cum."
"Oh? You need it? Need me to fill you up until you can't take anymore? Is that what you want?"
"Want to take your knot and be full."
His smile was droopy as he looked utterly fucked out just from your words alone. Rolling his hips against you, surely leaving a wet patch on your crotch. He was absolutely dripping.
"You're so cute." You smiled, giving his cheek a gentle bite.
You roughly pulled off what remained of your clothes. Freeing your aching cock as you looked down at him. You huffed out smoke as you couldn't stop your excitement. He looked so beautiful and wanted you so badly. How could you refuse?
Spinning him around you shoved him into the bed. Pulling his legs part as he let you grab at his body, loving the way you were able to manhandle him. His face was buried into the blanket as you yanked his hips up. Aligning yourself to his entrance. Rubbing your slicked cock against his wet folds making him moan.
"Fill me up- I need it! I need you!"
You couldn't keep teasing him. Finally, pushing yourself in. Biting your lip at how easily he could take you. So wet and warm. Jayce moaned as he rolled back his hips, eager to have you fuck him. His entire body was on fire and you were the only one who had the extinguisher.
"Such a good boy, I didn't even need to prep you~ so eager to be fucked." His tail wagged at your praise. Mewling as you moved your hips, easing into deep thrusts.
Your knot pressed against him making him whine. He wanted all of you inside. Wanted to take every inch. Jayce tried moving his body in sync with yours, hoping you'd fully slide in but to no avail.
"Going to breed this cute hole." You hissed, jayce bit at the blanket as you started to move faster. "Stuff you full of cum and make you mine."
Skin smacked against skin as your knot prodded at his stretched out cunt. He clenched around you as he tried to push forward your orgasm. His eyes rolled back when the tip of your cock kissed his g-spot.
"I need-" he started, words dying in his throat as he let out a loud moan. "Need your knot."
So needy but you wouldn't dare trade it for anything else. You loved to spoil him.
You stretched out his hole with your fingers, pushing yourself deeper as your knot slowly entered. He felt like he was being split open. Stars dotting his vision as he let out a string of whimpers.
"that's it, you can do it." You rubbed soothing circles into his back. He was twitching as his legs shook. You knew he could handle it but that didn't stop the worry in the back of your head. "So good for me, Jayce."
The praise only made him wetter. Your knot slipping in with one final thrust. You both moaned as Jayce reveled in the feeling of being full.
By this point you were panting. Using all your will power to keep yourself restrained. You didn't want to push him too far. You were both consumed by lust - it was hard to keep a steady head. But you focused on his pleasure, trying to maintain a good rhythm as your fingers found his clit. Rolling it and gently tugging it.
"Harder-!" He cried out. Forcing his hips back with a loud smack.
You could feel your restraint snap. You grabbed his ankles as you yanked them to your hips, he loosely wrapped his legs around it as you grabbed at his hips. The new angle was letting you hit even deeper. Hitting that perfect spot with each thrust.
Jayce could hardly catch his breath. Moans were being ripped out of him as you pounded into his hole. Setting the speed entirely for yourself as your head rolled back. Using him as if he was only a fleshlight.
He cried out as the band his stomach snapped. Cumming around your cock with a whine of delight.
"Feel so good-" From this position, jayce could see the bulge in his stomach from where your cock was. You were so big. "Gonna fill you up."
White covered your vision as you let out a howl. Your cum splattering his twitching walls in thick ropes. You didn't stop your movements, fucking the cum inside him as he moaned.
"Don't stop!" He cried out. Eyes squeezing shut from the pleasure.
And you didn't. You chased every orgasm that hit you. Your cum was spilling out from the edges by the time you were done. Jayce was shaking, losing count of how many times he's came along side you. You forced yourself to pull back, your semi hard cock falling out with cum still drooling out of you.
You were quick to press your fingers inside, guiding him to lay on his back as you took in the sight of him.
He was glowing from the amount of sweat that covered his body. Heaving greedy gasps of air as drool was smeared all over his lips. His stomach was bloated from the amount of cum inside him. You slowly thrusted your fingers in and out, watching his swollen lips fluttered around you.
Jayce was completely blissed out. Staring at the ceiling as he smiled like an idioit. He was so beautiful.
He whined when he felt your fingers move. As much as you wanted him stuffed, you needed to clean him up. Cum poured out from his weeping cunt as he sniffled. You gave him a quick kiss on his forehead.
"I'll fill you up again, don't worry, but we need to get you cleaned up, ok?"
At the promise of another round of sex he happily nodded. Letting you carry him to the bathroom as you got the bath ready.
Nuzzling into his neck as you breathed in his scent. It was his usual smokey smell but you could also smell yourself. Completely marking him as yours.
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any requests for the jayce fic im about to write ? 🤭🤭🤭
#arcane x reader#arcane x female reader#jayce arcane#jayce talis#jayce x reader#jayce league of legends#jayce lol#arcane smut#jayce smut#sub!jayce#dom!reader#sub!character
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hey besties give me some thirsts for sub!jayce (I’m only on act 2 tho so no spoilers!)
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L is for Love
Jayce and Ekko sleep with each other for the first time.
Pairing: Jayce x Ekko
Warnings: Smut (minors dni)
Word count: 1.5k
A/N: This was originally meant to be a set of headcanons, but I couldn’t help but make it a sweet fic instead. Enjoy and please review!
Jayce was atop of him, Ekko’s head burrowed into the crook of his neck as he took him within his master bedroom. Both kept quiet for they didn’t want to raise any suspicion- the blowback of Jayce’s affair with a young Undercity male would be too much to deal with.
The older male kisses and nibbles on his neck, Ekko’s legs tightening around his strong back.
Jayce thrusts, eliciting a surprised yelp from him. Ekko bites down on the flesh, sniffling.
Did… did he just hear that?
“Ekko?” He pauses.
“Mm… don’t worry. Keep going, please,” he croaks, still keeping his face buried.
“Okay,” he softly responds, picking up the pace.
“Mm, ahnn~!” Ekko’s moans raise an octave as the thrusting becomes more and more intense. “Jay..ce… I… love you~” he sniffles again with a choked sob.
“Ekko? Are you okay?” He finally pulls away. “E-Ekko?”
His lover’s eyes and cheeks were red and wet with tears.
“Oh my god, are you okay? Are you hurt?” Hazel eyes widen as he tries to wipe them away.
Ekko simply shakes his head.
“I’m okay! I promise-“
“I’m so sorry, fuck! We shouldn’t have done this. This is my fault,” he gets ready to move from atop of him, but gets pulled back down by sturdy arms into a kiss.
“Mm…,” his eyes go half-lidded, then closed.
Ekko works his tongue in the other’s mouth, pulling him in deeper with his body. “Go back in me.”
“I don’t want to continue until you’re okay.
Please tell me if I’m hurting you.”
They pull away again, Ekko averting his gaze.
“It’s just… I’ve never felt so connected to anyone before. I’m sorry. I just felt so overwhelmed…”
“Ekko,” he sighs with a smile, planting a small kiss on his forehead. “You’re so cute. I love you so much.”
“…You mean that?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t lie to you,” he kisses him again, this time on the lips.
This time it was Ekko’s turn to snort, quickly wiping away his own tears.
“…Thank you. I… I love you too. Feelings like this don’t really come easy for me,” he admits with a twinge of embarrassment.
“Aw babe, it’s okay. I’m honored,” he kisses his neck before slowly kissing down his lean chest and abs. “Let your man take care of you.”
“What are you gonna do- oh~,” he throws his head back as Jayce takes his aching, throbbing cock into his mouth. His hand finds itself tangled in the other’s short locks as he guides him up and down his shaft. “Fuck…” he licks his lips, raising his head to make eye-contact with the Councilor.
Jayce’s hands find their way up his twitching thighs, resting on the other’s hips as he continues to work him over with his mouth. Ekko’s stomach rises and falls with each shuddering breath escaping his lips. He watches him through careful hazel eyes, reaching up to caress his tummy and chest.
“Do you like it?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Want me to keep going?”
He nods his head.
“Okay.”
He drags his tongue from the hilt to the tip of his cock before taking it back into his mouth, wrapping his lips tightly around it and sucking.
“Hahhh fuck~” he moans.
Jayce chuckles, the vibrations sending tingles up the other’s spine. This poor guy’s been through so much- making him feel good brought him joy. The fact that he felt comfortable enough to let go and be vulnerable with him made his heart soar.
“Mm Jayce wait… I don’t wanna cum yet.”
“Oh?”
He slides from under him, moving to the side.
“Lay back and let me return the favor.”
“Ekko no. This was for you-“
“I won’t ask again.”
“Okay okay,” he sighs with a smile, doing what he asks.
Ekko hovers over him, giving him a small peck on the lips before moving down, dragging his fingers against every crevice of his smooth skin.
Jayce bites his lip, propping himself on his elbows.
“You watching me?”
“Is that a problem for you, Mr. Firelight Leader?”
“Of course not. I welcome it, actually,” Ekko snorts, lightly grazing Jayce’s manhood with his fingers. It was twitching in anticipation.
“Have you done something like this before?”
“Nah. You’re the first guy I’ve done this to.”
“I’m honored.”
Ekko rolls his eyes with a smirk. “You better be.”
He dips down, slowly circling his tongue around the tip. He was inexperienced, but he knew what felt good to him may feel good to Jayce too.
A low rumble from Jayce was all he needed to keep going- wrapping his lips around the man’s thick cock and slobbering all over it. The warm, moist, salty taste enveloped his mouth, his light woody, spicy scent filling his nostrils. It was all so… Jayce. Ekko was obsessed, he couldn’t get enough of him. He wasn’t man enough to admit it to anyone else, but he knew it.
“Ekko… fuck,” he grits his teeth, tightly pulling on his bleached white locs. “Look at me.”
Dark eyes flicker from his dick to his lover, Jayce nearly cumming just from eye-contact. Ekko really did have such an intense gaze that he loved so much.
“God I fucking love you, Ekko. You know that?” He begins thrusting into his mouth.
Ekko eyes go soft at this. He was a sucker for praise, especially from Jayce.
“Get on top.”
He nods, sliding on top of the man and positioning his hole right atop of the tip. It was practically kissing it at this point.
Jayce beams up at Ekko, reaching up to place a delicate hand on his cheek.
“My pretty baby. How did I get so lucky?”
The Zaunite smiles at this, putting his hand atop of Jayce’s. “Stop. You’re gonna make me tear up again,” he giggles.
Jayce pulls Ekko in for a deep kiss, poking and prodding at his hole.
“Can I?”
He nods.
And just like that he slides in all the way, both hissing at how fucking good each other felt. He could feel Ekko twitch around him, gripping his chest to steady himself.
“Fuck,” Jayce’s dick twitches in turn before he grips his hips and begins to thrust upwards.
“Shit… ahn~” he moans, fingernails dragging across the man’s tanned chest.
“Wrap your arms around me,” sits up, wrapping an arm around his waist.
Ekko does what he’s asked, both leaning in for a searing hot kiss as Jayce pounded him from below so so good.
“Mm nghhh~!!” He felt tingles in his spine as the Councilor’s cock hit the sweet spot, making him see stars. Jayce leans in again to kiss him, swallowing his moans.
The young male wanted to cry out, but he couldn’t. All he could do was hold it in for as long as he could, gripping the other until his knuckles went pale.
“Ekko… I’m gonna cum so fucking hard in you. You ready?”
“Mmhmm,” he nods feverishly.
He was practically begging to be came in at this point. That desperate, whiny look on his face drove Jayce insane- such was a privilege to see the Firelight leader in such a vulnerable state. He was gonna make him feel real good before sending him on his way.
Large hands roam down the other’s sweaty, lean back before gripping his hips and speeding up- the sound of skin slapping and bed creaking reverberating around the master bedroom.
“Mmmphh nghhh~!!” Ekko bites down, hard, on the other’s shoulder as he spasms around him. He could tell he was cumming, but that wasn’t going to stop him. No, he was gonna make him ride it out.
“Jayce… please…” he whimpers between thrusts.
“Shh, take it like a good boy,” he whispers before letting out a low growl. He was getting close. Feeling that pressure build and build in his core up until…
“Hahh~! Fuck~!!” He burrows deep into the Zaunite and cums- filling him up with his seed.
A gentle sigh escapes his lips as they disconnect from each other, Ekko instantly going limp. He picks up his head to look at Jayce before reaching down and spreading his cum-filled hole with two fingers.
“God, look at what you do to me.”
Post-nut clarity hits Jayce like a truck as he suddenly becomes too embarrassed to look his lover in the eyes. Was it too much? Did he go too far this time? Was Ekko hurt?
“Fuck… fuck I’m so sorry. Oh god.”
Ekko lets out a hearty laugh at this before moving to hug him.
“Don’t worry, it’s a good thing. <3”
Seeing him this way was a huge departure from the almost-stoic leader he met the first time around. He was a lot more chipper while still keeping his wits about him. Responsible, strong, intelligent, caring, sensitive, passionate- everything Jayce ever wanted in a partner. He was the epitome of perfection and Jayce had no intentions of letting him go no matter how bad things got between the Topsiders and the Undercity. A modern-day Romeo and Juliet if you will.
Only time would tell if they’d be able to walk hand-in-hand in the open like they always dreamt of.
“Thank you, babe,” he leans into the other with a soft smile.
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since i'm currently busy and still working on a new post, it's a great time to promote my fics!
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hello! may i request arcane smut 👀 a threesome with viktor and jayce in the lab, with reader nervous because heimerdinger could arrive at any moment? thank you!
Oof this took a while but here it is! I hope it was worth the wait Anon!
Pairing: Jayce x Fem!Reader x Viktor
Tags: nsfw, smut, work sex, threeway, fingering, clit stimulation, blowjobs, gentle sex, rough sex, throatfucking, handjobs, praise, creampies
A/N: Oh to be shared by Viktor and Jayce huh.
Viktor would be the one to initiate the threeway
He’s more forward of the two while Jayce is the louder one when it comes to the actual act
As soon as Jayce notices how Viktor’s hands are caressing your back and kissing your cheek and neck he gets the hint
Before you know it you’re sandwiched between the two, Jayce behind you and Viktor in front of you, attacking you with their lips, tongue and teeth, making you gasp and squirm between the two men, which only serves to make them harder faster
Jayce is the one who slips his hands into your panties first, teasing your clit while Viktor works on getting you undressed
You tell them that if they really plan on doing this they better make it quick
Oh you should know by now that these never make it quick, they want to make it last, want to make you moan and shake for as long as possible
Viktor’s mouth is on your breasts quickly sucking, nipping and biting at your nipples, making them harden to their peaks under his mouth
Jayce on the other hand is still working on your clit, his rough, big fingers teasing you, slipping further downwards, spreading your lower lips, making you grind back and forth chasing more, feeling his now fully hard dick behind you
You’d plead for them to get on with it, you want them, you don’t care anymore, you just want them, and you want them now
That’s all they needed to hear
In a flash Jayce has you bent over the nearby desk, your underwear forgotten around your ankles and his fingers two knuckles deep in your wet cunt while Viktor hastily removes his belt, pants and underwear, guiding your hand to his cock to stroke him
Jayce keeps pumping his fingers, whispering how badly he wants to be inside you, asking you just how badly do you want it
Your back up further and clench around his fingers, glancing back at him with an unmistakable need
He’d be lying if he said it didn’t do things to him, to his cock, to know that you want him that badly
Viktor too, from the moment you drag your tongue from his balls, the underside of his cock and tap the tip lightly, getting a drop of pre-cum on your tongue he has to grip the edge of the table in order not to shove his dick into your mouth and fuck your throat
As soon as you take Viktor’s cock into your mouth Jayce pulls his fingers out, you let out a sound of protest but before you can pull away Viktor’s hands are at the back of your head, keeping you right where he wants you the most
Your neediness is soon gone however as you feel Jayce’s thick cock slowly entering you, he thrusts slowly, each time making you take just a bit more, mindful of his size compared to you
The feeling of your tight pussy opening up for him is heavenly, he tells you as much when he finally manages to bottom out
Jayce and Viktor soon find a mutual rhythm to fuck you in, Jayce pulling out when Viktor thrusts in and vice versa, never leaving you empty
Jayce is always gentle with you at first wanting you to beg him to go faster, it’s also something of an endurance test of his will, he would love to absolutely rail your cunt right from the start but this is more fun, especially when Viktor is the one fucking your mouth so roughly, telling you how good your tongue feels, how damn talented your mouth is for things other than giving lectures, how he wishes he could have it all the damn time
You barely have enough time to pull up and ask for Jayce to fuck you harder before your mouth is back on Viktor’s cock, encouraged by his praise to bob your head faster
Even though your moans are muffled Jayce has no doubt that if someone passes by they’ll be able to hear you being lovingly and thoroughly fucked by the two of them
You almost want it, want everyone to know how good your boyfriends are for you, how good they make you feel
You clench and come around Jayce’s dick, sending him into an orgasm of his own, filling you up with lots and lots of cum, so much that it stills out and onto the lab floor
Oh but you’re not done yet, Viktor has yet to come, he’s been holding off because he really likes to give you creampies in your cunt and Jayce still needs his cock cleaned
Jayce pulls you up, his cock still inside you as he walks you away from the desk and Viktor follows his hand stroking his cock as he smiles at you softly
Jayce puts you down and tells you to get on your back as he slides out, more of his cum spilling onto the floor
As soon as you’re on your back you see Viktor kneeling between your legs
He slides his cock over your red and stiff clit, making you whine and thrash as Jayce pins your wrists down onto the floor telling you to be good, be patient, besides you’ve got another cock right at your mouth, so open up for him
You do just that, tasting the the both of you on your tongue
Viktor hums, complimenting you on being such a good girl, taking two cocks at once so easily
He’s not as gentle as Jayce, snapping his hips hard into yours as soon as his cock enters you making you cry out as you’re stuffed by two cocks at once, both fucking you for all that you’re worth
Viktor encourages you to roll your hips into him, take more of him, more until his cock has nowhere else left to go, where his cum has nowhere else left to go but deep inside of you where it belongs
Not only is he fucking his own cum into you but also Jayce’s something that makes Jayce inhale fast his hips snapping as he fucks your throat, almost making you choke on his big cock
Viktor leans over you, his hands around your back as he bends forward and buries his head between your breasts, fucking you even faster until you have your second orgasm, but he doesn’t let any of the cum get out, no he wants you to take it all, and take his too, he’s gonna give you a big load in just a little bit, until then, keep suck and moaning for them
When he does cum he keeps fucking you all the way through his orgasm, not wanting to waste a second of wonderful sensation of your tight, wet cunt milking him dry
Jayce sighs as he watches you shake with pleasure, feeling your mouth vibrating around his cock and squeezing another spurt of cum from him
When they both pull out of you you’re so lightheaded that all you can manage is a lovestruck, blissful smile to them both
Jayce pulls you back up and cradles you in his arms as he sits on the desk, holding you on his lap as Viktor comes back around and kisses your back, your shoulders and neck, while Jayce lavishes your breasts with kisses and playful bites, both men telling you how much they love you and how well you handled both of them at the same time
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"you take me so well" || arcane x reader
With Silco, Viktor, Jayce, Vi, Caitlyn, & Jinx
I don't accept NSFW requests!
tags: fem!reader, female anatomy, smut, established relationships, reader is implied late 20s (Vik), late 20s-early 30s firelight reader (Silco), toy use, vik's reader also uses a cane!!, pet names
a/n: lmao me writing these like I don't have my bestie and I in mind for our faves <3
Silco
Smoke from his snuffed out cigar lingers in the air, mixed so sweetly with his fine cologne and aftershave. It's one of the few things you can focus on as Silco drills his drooling cock deep into your pussy. You grip the edge of his desk, your board tossed in the corner of his office, legs hooked loosely around his waist gasping with every drag of his pelvic bone against your achy clit. His grunts are wild, unhinged. His blunt nails leave crescent-shaped marks on your skin as he yanks you deeper onto his cock, his balls making a wet pap pap pap with every delicious thrust. "Such a good girl for me, darling. What would your poor leader think of you sleeping with the enemy? Being fucked so tenderly on the Eye of Zaun's cock? Oh my love--! My cock was truly made for you, hmm? Utterly divine." His lips smash to yours, fingers intertwined together.
Viktor
Ever the gentleman, at first, Viktor slowly lowers you down onto his thick cock. His large hands shift from your thighs to grip your hips, pressing you down gently til he bottoms out. "There, love, see? You always take me much better when you're amply prepped for my dick. You're such a sweetheart for me, I must reward your patience." His smirk curls, lips finding your neck. Viktor's hand gently strokes your leg, easing what pain and discomfort he could. He wouldn't move until you told him to. He knows how much you enjoy cock warming him. <3
Jayce
A soft whimper bubbles in the back of his throat, his cock head breaching your lubed, velvet walls with a gentle push. So warm and inviting, the intoxicating feeling of you wrapped around is just what he needs after a long, stressful day in the lab. His girth is impossibly thick, it's taken a lot of practice and prep for your tiny cunt to be able to take him. Jayce is always gentle with you, big thumb circling your clit in hopes to chase away any discomfort. "Shh, shh, I know it's big, baby, you're taking me so damn well. Want to stop? No? Okay, okay. Let me get some more lube, yeah? Oh, fuck, pretty girl. I felt you clench. God, I ache for you, baby."
Vi
"Fuck baby," she hisses, sinking you down further on her pink strap. Her hips stutter, raw muscle flexing beneath the strap's harness pressing into the meat of her thighs. She rears herself back, until the pink head of the dildo is almost entirely exposed before pushing back in with her hips flushed to yours. "You're so stretched out on my cock, lovely. So fuckin' perfect." Vi purrs, swallowing your moan with her lips.
Caitlyn
Tender kisses are peppered all over your face, her long hair falling in front of her face. She's smiling down at you, looking like an angel sprawled against her pillow. Your pretty lips drawn open into a wanton gasp, hips jumping up as her deep blue strap sinks into you fully. The strap buzzes to life, Caitlyn giggles at your little yelp. It melts into desperate pants and eager rolls of your hips. She's more than happy to oblige as she pins your knees to your chest and fucks you into her mattress. "That's it, love. You look so pretty taking my cock like a good girl. Oh, does that feel good, baby? I'm glad. You look so lovely, all fucked out and flushed. Such a pretty little thing."
Jinx
Her face hides at the back of your neck, hips pounding against your ass. Her lithe fingers curl around the messy sheets, her other hand curled at your hip. Glancing down at where you two meet, Jinx all but snarls out a moan, picking up the pace. The way the electric blue strap buries itself deep within your pussy is such an addicting site. One that makes her froth at the mouth, nails biting into your skin. "You should see how fuckin' well you take me, princess. Fits like a fuckin' dream, your cunt is practically drooling f'me!"
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jinx plays episode
sevika plays candy crush
vi plays subway surfers
ekko plays mystic messenger
jayce plays zombie highway
viktor plays criminal case
calitlyn doesn't have time for this shit, silco doesn't have a phone and vander is dead.
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hii! since requests are open and all, do you have any thoughts about jayce walking in on viktor and the reader doing the deed?? i JUST cant stop thinking about it, would viktor be possessive, trying to cover you up with his own body or just straight up embarrassed. NOT TO MENTION jayce would be so fucking awkward about it and do something completely dumb like give a thumbs up after covering his eyes and apologizing jddbbdbdnskdbd
I accidentally made this way too horny
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Viktor x fem!Reader (MSFW)(18+)
Tags: Viktor being a bit of a bully | Viktor calling you a slut (affectionate) | messy sex | p in v| v fingering | getting walked in on and Viktor does not give a shit
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-It’s not often that the two of you find yourselves busy enough for a long enough time that you end up getting handsy in the lab. Viktor, for one, is far more content to lay you out in the privacy of your own home and have his way with you, ravishing you until you’re breathlessly begging for him to stop. Or give you more.
-But that night is a…special occasion, of sorts. It’s the busiest month of the year, for starters - finishing off all kinds of projects in preparation for presentation, hoping to gain at least a couple of sponsors to keep HexTech going for the next year.
-You’re no stranger to the stress your boyfriend is under, having kept him company through the years while you gently tried to care for him and Jayce. You’d only been friends back then, though.
-This year, you’re officially dating.
-Which means you wanted to do something extra special for him, to help him relax.
-And that just happened to be in the form of soft, sexy lingerie, hidden beneath one of your shortest, tightest skirts, and a loose, unbuttoned blouse. It was an outfit you’d caught Viktor ogling you in many times, even before you made it official. His gaze would often wander down your neck, trailing over every inch of exposed skin, down to where the edge of your bra just barely peeked out.
-It had been quite late when you’d shown up to the lab, late enough that even Jayce had thrown in the towel for the night and gone home to rest. Which was perfect for the plan you had in mind.
-Viktor had been distracted when you’d walked in, and you’d gotten all the way over to his desk before he finally took notice of your outfit.
- “You’re trying to kill me,” he groaned, collapsing back in his chair, running a hand down his face while he unabashedly took you apart with his eyes. “What are you hoping to get from me, miláček? Are you trying to bribe me into going home with you?”
-He reaches for you, then, his hands finding purchase on the soft of your hips, pulling you closer and closer until you’re nearly in his lap.
- “You know I can’t resist you when you dress in such slutty clothes,” he sighs, acting as though he’s entirely put-upon by your presence, and not stupidly turned on. As if you can’t see the obvious strain in his trousers.
-He pushes you back against his desk, rucking your skirt up in the process. The moment he sees what kind of undergarments you’ve got hiding, he nearly growls, sending a little thrill of excitement to your core.
-He pretty much bullies you out of your clothing, then, popping buttons viciously and shoving fabric aside, leaving most of them discarded carelessly on the floor. He teases you in a manner you might honestly consider a little bit mean, had you not been entirely prepared and hoping for this kind of reaction.
-He leaves bite marks wherever he can, little indents that you know will be tender in a couple of hours when he’s had his way with you. Teasing you with the soft lave of his tongue, only to make you squeak when the sharp of his teeth press into you.
-He slides his thumb over the obvious wet spot on your panties, briefly catching on your puffy clit. And when you jump slightly, whining at the sudden spark of pleasure, he decides, once again, to be a little bit cruel. Pressing down to rub hard, fast circles against you, making you gasp out and tremble beneath the sudden onslaught.
-So harsh it nearly spurs you into overstimulation, as more slick, sticky fluid drools out of you.
- “Look at you,” he mutters, finally slowing his ministrations to allow you to catch your breath. His hands find your hips again, quickly spinning you around to face away from him, sandwiching you between his body and the desk.
-You know what he wants.
-But…you want to hear him say it.
- “Hands on the desk,” he hisses, pushing gently down between your shoulder blades, until you’re sufficiently bent over. “And don’t move until I tell you to. Don’t come, either, or you’ll be leaving here unsatisfied.”
-You can’t help the whine that escapes your lips, arching your back and spreading your legs just a little wider.
-His demeanor changes, then, going from demanding to something sweeter. At least on the surface.
-He finds a seat back in his chair, and wastes no time yanking your ruined panties down your legs, not quite caring enough to fully discard them. He strokes a thumb through your slippery folds, dipping both the left and right into your drenched hole, pulling them apart to spread you open as wide as he can.
-You know he can see you clenching around nothing, leaking and dripping and trembling beneath his touch.
- “Look at you,” he sighs dreamily. “You’re so desperate to be filled up. I bet you’ve been planning this all day, haven’t you? Come up with your little scheme to come and visit me looking all pretty, hoping I’ll give in and fuck your slutty little cunt.”
-He pulls his thumbs out of you before you can reply, and brings his palm down on the meat of your ass, earning him a soft cry. He’s quick to soothe the area, kneading your warm flesh, before repeating the process again.
-It’s a punishment, you know, for disturbing him, for being irresistible and insatiable. It’s because he’s frustrated with work, and needs to take it out on someone. You knew full well what you’d be getting into this evening, and despite the fact that you’re about to start begging him to let you come, you’re happy.
-He loves you so well, and it’s a treat getting to witness him lose a little bit of his usual control.
-Your ass is glowing hot by the end of it, so much that you’re positive you’re going to be sitting funny for a couple of days. He’s four fingers deep in your slick pussy, spreading you impossibly wide yet still not giving you exactly what you want. He knows what you want, and no matter how much you whine and plead, he’ll only give it to you when it suits him.
- “Please, Viktor-” Another harsh slap to your ass. “Sir, please! Please fuck me - I want to come, I want to come on your cock. I’ve been good today, I-”
-He curls his fingers just so within you, and you can’t help the involuntary squeal that erupts from your throat. Your legs have long since given out, leaving you weak and pliable on the desk, not even able to close them in protest.
- “Sir please,” you beg, on the verge of sobbing. “I want- I only want to come with you inside me- please-”
-And like the bastard he is, he only crooks his fingers again, and again, and again. Filling the lab with the obscene sounds of him bullying your soaked cunt, hellbent on making you come despite that fact that he’d distinctly told you not to. He doesn’t care about the mess gathering on the floor between your legs, he doesn’t care that anyone out in the hallway would undoubtedly be able to hear your desperate noises.
- “But, I am inside you, no?” he quips watching in amusement as your whole body tremors under his ministrations. “Or are my fingers not enough for you? Are you that much of a whore that you can only come on my cock?”
-You dig your nails into the polished wood of the desk, so harshly that you leave little divots in the material. Tears budding in the corners of your eyes, threatening to tumble down your cheeks.
- “Please,” you sob, breathless, “Viktor please fuck me. I need you to fuck me. I need you to fill me up and use me, I need to make you feel good-”
-The air is tense between the two of you, as he rises to his feet and starts fumbling with the button on his trousers. You wonder for a second if you’ve made him mad with all your incessant begging, if he’s going to reprimand you for demanding so much of him.
-But then, his lips meet the small of your back, leaving a trail of kisses up the curve of your spine, all the way to your neck, where he presses an entire slew against your shoulders and cheek.
- “You do make me feel good, drahý,” he promises you tenderly, finally shoving his slacks down just enough to free himself from their confines. “You make me feel divine, with your love, and your support, and your unyielding kindness.”
-He slides the blunt head of his cock through your folds a couple times. “And, of course,” he tacks on, “You let me fuck you however I please. Whatever hole I want, whenever I want, you’re always ready to please.”
-You cry out, when he finally starts pushing into you, spreading you even wider than his fingers had. Slowly, slowly, easing his way deeper and deeper.
- He swears a little bit in his native tongue, words you don’t quite remember the meaning of, but that you’ve definitely heard before. Muttered while he works, hissed behind the back of snotty sponsors, whispered into the curve of your neck whenever he makes love to you.
- “You’re a treat,” he groans, finally bottoming out inside you. “So beautiful, perfect, hot and wet around me. Incredible.” He keeps you like that for a couple of seconds, simply savouring the way you feel, the way you squirm and clench and drip for him.
-But it’s not long before he starts moving. Tentative, shallow thrusts, easing you into it as to not overwhelm you just yet. His hands find your hips again, keeping you steady while he rolls against you. Gently, sweetly.
-Until some little noise you make flips the switch inside him again. He decides you’re sufficiently prepared, and his thrusts get harder. Faster, more precise. Stretching you impossibly deep, almost punching the air out of your lungs each time his hips meet the curve of your ass.
-It doesn’t take long until you’re strung out on the edge, so close to orgasm yet not daring to let yourself tumble over. Not without his permission, and not before he finds his own release.
- “Viktor,” you cry, limp on the desk while he takes his pleasure from you, using your pussy like some delicious little fuck toy. “I want you to fill me up,” you beg, “please, I want you to come inside. Come for me, I want to feel you-”
-His fingernails dig into the meat of your hips, leaving little crescents in your skin. You know he’s close, if his silence is anything to go by. Too far gone to form a coherent thought, too focused on chasing his pleasure to speak, only able to reply with a clenched jaw and a growl.
-And then, he stops.
-And too late, you realize why.
-You glance over at the sound of a door squeaking, only to lock eyes with none other than Jayce, one of your dearest friends and the work partner of your boyfriend, and oh god he just walk in on you guys-
- “I am so sorry!” he nearly shouts, staring for half a second too long before he finally realizes he should cover his eyes. “I- I just came back for- I left my notebook- I’m sorry!”
-He’s out of the room just as quickly as he’d entered, shutting the door loudly as he goes, retreating briskly back down the hallway from whence he came. You can’t help but stare at the spot where he’d just been, mortification slowly seeping into your very core.
-God, how were you ever going to look him in the eye again?
-How were you going to be able to keep any kind of professional relationship??
-And oh god, what about Viktor??? He’d just been caught balls-deep inside of you.
- “Of all the times for the mood to die,” you groan, letting your cheek rest on the cool surface of the desk. You fully expect your boyfriend to agree, to tentatively pull out of you, and for the two of you to get cleaned up and try again another day.
-And he does pull out. Briefly.
-Before shocking a gasp past your lips as he thrusts back in. Gripping your hips even harder than before, yanking your body back towards him each time his hips come forward. You’re embarrassed - you’re confused - you’re about to come.
- “Viktor,” you warn, only for him to lean forward, just enough for him to start rubbing small, fast circles over your clit with the pad of his finger.
- “Come for me, milý,” he says, begs, “Make a mess for me, let me feel you come.”
-And how can you refuse?
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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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something i didn't know | modern au | part one
Pairing: Dark!Perv!TA! Viktor x Fem!Reader (NSFWish)
Series Synopsis: Jayce’s roommate has a reputation as the coldest person in Piltover’s University, but there's a side of him that people just don't know.
Chapter Summary: Jayce seems to struggle for the first time in becoming friends with someone: his roommate Viktor. Getting drunk and dragging you with him may or may not have been a good idea.
Warnings: perv!viktor, dub-con touching (she isn't opposed to it & is also tipsy), cussing(?, alcohol consumption, dom & sub undertones, lazy ah ending
Word Count: 2.1K
Jayce’s frustrated footsteps echoed across your living room while you munched on a blueberry muffin. You had gone over this maybe a thousand times but he still seemed to not be over the situation.
“I swear to god, I don't get why he doesn't like me” You leaned back on the sofa as you watched him pace angrily. “I mean who wouldn't accept this gift?” The fresh batch of muffins he had baked earlier sat on your coffee table looking as miserable as Jayce right now.
Ever since your friend had joined the University’s dorms he had been facing the biggest of problems: his roommate Viktor. Despite all of Jayce’s attempts to befriend the guy, everything he planned seemed to backfire. Today’s failed attempt had been the muffins.
“Why didn't he accept them?” You asked while watching Jayce unceremoniously sit on the floor.
“He said we wouldn't eat all of them and that they would go to waste.” He sighed. “Normally people love talking to me, it's so weird to have him reject me like that.”
“Well, maybe you should focus on something else. Don't get so worked up about it, you have many other friends here”
In all honesty, everyone in Piltover University’s literature department knew about Viktor. He was the assigned teacher’s assistant for Heimerdinger’s class and he stuck out like a sore thumb: while everyone had different personalities and ways to approach someone, Viktor was just cold as fuck.
His stance made him look rough in front of everyone and his voice was as sharp as his cheekbones, cutting through the air mercilessly.
No one dared to cross the Czech guy and no one tried to approach him if it wasn't strictly for class purposes.
The level of interaction you held with Viktor was little to none; you were in Heimerdinger’s class but never talked and rarely asked for any advice. Your interactions with him were very rare but you frequently saw him a couple of times at your favorite coffee shop, the school’s library, and near the fountain in front of the dorm rooms, but that seemed to change since you now saw him a lot more often now that he became Jayce’s roommate.
Ever since you had met Jayce, it had become a common occurrence for you guys to crash into each other's homes to cook something (mostly pastries); it was a fun tradition and provided you guys with something to do while you engaged in entertaining conversations.
Now that you were in college, the tradition didn't die, and twice each week you would meet up in each other's dorms to keep up with the fun, which were the times you happened to see Viktor.
What you didn't know, however, was that Viktor would very rarely come out of his room, leaving Jayce little to no chances of socializing with his roommate.
The only times he would leave his room were when you came over to cook with Jayce; he would sit down to read his book in the living room while you guys chattered away, and then he would coldly turn Jayce down when he asked if he wanted to join you guys. It was like the golden-eyed menace did it on purpose to show the Talis boy that he would be always so close and so far from him.
Now, you were back in your dorm so Jayce could whine and complain some more about his unapproachable roommate. The complete and utter rejection had made his mood come plummeting down, and as a consequence, you sat in your living room watching him eat the muffins himself while waiting for Caitlin to come back from her date.
“If I can't make everyone my friend, how can I be like Bill Gates or Steve Jobs? How can I get everyone to like me?” He huffed a sigh of annoyance as he laid down on your carpet.
“Just hang on for a while, I'm sure he's just shy… It might take a while for him to open up.”
“Yeah... Sure” Jayce muttered sassily. He stared at the ceiling for a couple of seconds before he sat up. “You know what? I have the one and only solution to this problem” You frowned in confusion and asked him what he was thinking, to which he just grinned widely and reached into Caitlin’s forbidden cabinet. “We are going to get absolutely shitfaced!”
“No, no. Hell-fucking-no.” You shook your head as you watched him pour Vodka inside Cait’s ‘#1 Criminologist’ mug. “You- You can't do that, it's a Wednesday night, we have class tomorrow!”
“Um, yeah, I know” He chuckled while taking a big sip from his mug and pouring you a cup. “It's just a little bit, you won't get drunk or anything, just giggly.”
You hesitantly accepted the cup he had given you and sipped slowly on the liquid, pouring some of the contents on a plant nearby. Soon enough, it seemed as if Jayce had forgotten all his problems. He had danced around and posted Instagram stories that he would soon regret before he single-handedly decided to play a drinking game while watching mean girls, ignoring how you had nearly fallen asleep on the floor. The only thing that pulled you out of your trance was the sound of the door opening as it revealed Caitlin’s grinning form, though her smile didn't last long, dropping as soon as she saw yours and Jayce’s bodies sprawled on the floor next to an empty bottle, him quizzically watching Regina George scribbling in her burn book.
“Really, Jayce? It's a Wednesday night” both her hands rested on her waist as she watched the Talis boy try to get up without stumbling. You, on the other hand, were a lot more sober, and managed to give him a hand while pausing the movie. Caitlin turned to you, sighing “Tomorrow I would love to get an explanation, but I'm really tired and want to go to bed.”
You nodded and offered her a hug before she made a beeline to her room, closing the door behind her. You helped Jayce sit on the sofa before cleaning the mess of muffins and mugs on the floor. Thankfully it wasn't bad and it was fast to clean; you really were thankful you were just tipsy as opposed to Jayce, who was totally and utterly fucked up.
“You know, if we were all animals, my name would be orange” Jayce’s words had stopped making any sense a while ago, so you chose to ignore him as you helped him up in order to take him to his dorm. The whole journey through the dark hallway consisted of treating him like a champ every time he managed to put one foot in front of the other without tripping on his own legs.
It felt as if years had passed when you made it to his door, and only then did you notice how late it was. You cringed at the thought of ringing the doorbell since you really didn't wish to wake Viktor up; only god knew how he would react to this kind of situation, and you were terribly embarrassed to have him see you in this condition, but you had no other choice.
You rang once and then twice, but there had been no answer, so when Jayce, in his drunken state, chose to knock loudly, you panicked and pulled his hand away from it, which proved to be the wrong move when he then resorted to screaming Viktor’s name.
“Jayce, no! Shut up!” You whined, putting your hands over his mouth to make him quiet down when the door opened all of a sudden to reveal an angry-looking Viktor, leaning on his cane with a cup of coffee in his hand. Just as you were about to say something, Jayce stumbled inside the apartment and pushed you off of him, making you trip on Viktor’s figure.
You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt two hands grab onto your arms and prevent you from falling, but as soon as they reached you, a warm caffeinated liquid spilled all over your body. You hissed as you felt the hot beverage burn your skin lightly but paid it no mind as you saw Viktor stumble onto the wall for support since his cane had fallen on the ground.
“Oh I'm sorry” You muttered, reaching for his cane and his mug, that thankfully had not broken thanks to the carpeted floor.
“No need to apologize.” He muttered, his gaze traveling from you to Jayce’s figure lying limp on the floor and rolling his eyes as he closed the door behind you with a sigh. “It is disappointing to say that this isn't the first time this happens.”
You nodded agreeing with him as you dozed off, fisting at your shirt to lessen the pain of the burn. Viktor’s eyes roamed all over your figure noticing your slightly drunken state before moving towards Jayce and pulling him up with one arm.
You followed him as you grabbed the rest of his roommate’s body and helped put him down on the sofa, where he giggled slightly before dozing off.
“I'm really sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen.” You said. “We were only supposed to wait for my roommate, not... Whatever this is” You put your hand on your forehead as you sighed tiredly, feeling a headache prodding at your head.
Viktor shook his head as he stared coldly at his roommate, silently cursing his irresponsible nature. The Talis guy had been utterly annoying ever since he moved in; a total pain in the ass. Viktor could dare say the only positive aspect of having to room with him was that he got to see you more often.
“Come here.” He said as he signaled you to follow him. You frowned as you got up, following him into his room. The lights were dimly turned on and his desk was full of papers he seemed to have been grading. He headed straight to his dresser, fiddling around the drawer until he pulled out a white T-Shirt. He turned around and looked straight into your eyes as he signaled to his bed. “Sit”
You hurried to do as he said, your eyes roaming all over the room while he disappeared into his bathroom: the place was neat, the only messy spot being his desk, as opposed to your own room. His coat was perched neatly on his chair, reminding you of how mysterious he looked while he was out and about off-campus. It was very good-looking, and you wondered how the expensive material would look on you. Before you could conjure up any crazy thoughts, the sound of his footsteps brought you back to reality as you saw him approaching you with a wet towel.
He sat next to you on the bed and only then did you realize the stickiness of the coffee that had stuck to your skin. You were still a little dazed so you didn't protest when you felt Viktor’s fingers slip under your shirt and pull it off. When you made eye contact with him you wondered how you had never swam on those honey-eyed pools, and came to realize that his cold attire became less scary from up close.
However, the second you felt Viktor’s towel touch your chest you became aware of your state of undress. You tried to squirm away from him, hoping to cover yourself up, but he put a hand on your thigh, preventing you from doing so. Your mind focused on Viktor’s eyes as you felt the cold towel roaming all over your upper body, giving special attention to your chest.
“Viktor-” You whined as you felt his hand dip with the towel inside the valley between your breasts. Only then you noticed how close you actually were to Viktor; his breath mixed with yours and your eyes clashed with his. The moment both your noses touched you felt his hand graze all the way from your shoulder to end up snapping the waistband of your shorts against your skin, making him smirk at your reaction before pulling away.
You were no longer dazed when he put the towel down and reached for his T-Shirt, shamelessly eyeing your breasts. You reached your hand out for him to hand it to you, but he tutted pulling it out of your reach. “Let me help you, můj miláček”. You frowned but obliged, allowing him to do as he pleased. After putting both your arms through the holes in the shirt, he caressed your hair before standing up and offering you his hand.
He then proceeded to walk you to your apartment.
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wait why's he kinda cute and why is he kinda ripped and why do i kinda wanna peg him-
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