the one time professor talis forgot to lock the door during one of your little…encounters, it almost cost both of you greatly. luckily for the both of you it was someone with an open mind.
you had been gone away on holiday recently and were just getting back to campus, so to say you both were a little too needy was a little bit of an understatement. it was after school hours like usual. you had come to his office under the guise of needing some help with homework and he was more than willing to see you.
he sits you pretty up onto his desk, large hands tenderly holding your waist, while jayce himself stood between your parted thighs. his lips pressed into your own with haste, eager to taste you after so long. your name slips from his lips in a soft groan as he breaks the kiss to move on. his beard scratches along your skin, down your jaw and onto your neck as he moves to trail hot, open mouth kisses along your throat; earning a low groan in return from you. one of his hands slides from around your waist to your thigh, inching his way forward until his palm pressed into what he desired.
“rushing today, huh, got somewhere to be?” you gasp as he palms against your core, your finger tangling into the waves of his dark hair.
jayce responds with a hum but with a tug on his hair, he answers you properly; “it’s been almost three weeks.” he groans, biting down onto your skin—as if he was a vampire who hadn’t had a meal in months. he doesn’t give you time to answer before he yanks your shirt up, pushing your bra up with the fabric, and pressing his mouth against one of your breasts. he quickly presses kisses into your skin before his lips wrap around one of your nipples; where he sucks on the sensitive nub harshly, curling his fingers to undo your pants next.
glad to know you weren’t the only one sitting on vacation with the lingering thought of missing this…or really just missing him.
“oh fuck professor…” you moan, arching into his touch as it slithers down along the curve of your throbbing core. it has been too long and you had gone the entire time without touching yourself while away— it was a little reward for yourself and him. once the two of you were finally reunited anyway.
just as his fingers slip beneath your panties, feeling the slippery wet of your cunt for just a brief moment— that’s when you both hear a knock at the door and the clicking of the handle turning. fear and panic set in quickly as you two try to disentangle from one another. he rips his hands away and attempts to help you cover up in the process as well but it’s too late, the door swings open.
and in walks another one of your professors— professor viktor.
and at first you think it’s all over. that you’d have to flee and leave the campus. but then you notice the striking red blush crawling across viktor’s pretty face as he closes the door behind him—oh. oh. things would get just a little more interesting and maybe adding one more to the fling wouldn’t hurt.
“mmph…please mama” matt was currently rutting his hips against you, sweats hung low as he whined and begged in your ear for you to do something. he didn’t care what it was he just wanted you to touch him. but he didn't deserve it, all he did today was brag and lie to his friends about your guys’s sex life, acting like he was the one that had you begging, mocking you like you weren’t right there. yet here he was pathetically rocking his hips into your side a whining mess. "what happend to what you were saying earlier baby hm? where did all that confidence go?" matt let out a moan as precum stained the front of his sweats, his thrusts speeding up into your side as he mumbled apologies into your chest. "mm sorry…….so sorry please" his voice was strained as his eyes filled with frustrated tears "mm just...need you to touch me ma" he choked out, moans getting caught in his throat as he grew more sensitive "I think you should appreciate what your getting already yeah?be a good boy f'me and stop being so ungreatful" you tease smiling at how pathetic he looked right now, trembling as he rubbed himself against you. the spot on his pants growing wetter and wetter by the second. he wanted to tell you how mean you were being, how he would do anything for you to touch him, but nothing could come out. his mouth hung open and his thrusts grew sloppy as his orgasm crashed through him. choked sobs leaving his mouth as he panted and grinded against you through his high, 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵. matt looks up at the noise, seeing you holding your phone in your hand smiling at the pathetic boy, you rub your thumb over his bottom lip showing him the picture "look at how pretty you look baby" you coo "wonder what your friends would think about this"
you had lost count of how many pairs of lacy panties have gone missing in your drawer. you assumed maybe they got lost while doing your laundry, but each time you did your laundry you made sure you had everything accounted for.
it was almost driving you crazy how you had lost several pair of panties, until you found out who the culprit was. matthew sturniolo. the boy next door.
matt was shy, awkward, but adorably sweet. you had caught him a couple times staring at you in your miniskirts, stockings, and heels. you assumed it was natural for boys to stare, but sometimes he couldn’t take his eyes off you. your eyes would meet, and he’d instantly go red in the face and turn his attention elsewhere. he always ended up staring back at you again while trying to be subtle about it. you always noticed.
so, when you invited the boys over to your house for a movie and pizza night, you caught on to matt and him stealing your panties. he excused himself to go to the bathroom. nick and chris were into the movie and hadn’t noticed you following after matt 30 seconds after he got up.
he wasn’t in the bathroom, not yet. your bedroom door was open with the light on like how you left it. you heard him scurrying around in there. you were silent so he didn’t catch you. matt stood there in front of your dresser, his hand holding a pair of your new lace pink panties you just got the other day. his fingers traced over the hem that was covered in lace with a pretty pink bow on the front.
your eyes widened in surprise at the sight. no one has ever done anything like this to any of your things before, especially your items that were intimate. you weren’t sure what to do but stand there and watch. your eyes moved down to the front of his gray sweatpants, his evident hardened bulge now on display. your cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink at the sight, knowing your panties were the reason he had gotten a hard on.
matt slipped the panties into his back pocket and closed your dresser door. your body immediately moved away from the wall and over to the living room and on the couch, so he didn’t see you snooping on him. your heart was beating out of your chest, your mind racing by the second that you couldn’t keep up with it. a couple seconds later, matt appeared into the living room as if nothing happened. you tried to be discreet, your blanket laying comfortably on your lap with your knees propped up against your chest. nick and chris were so invested in the movie they hadn’t even paid attention to matt walking back into the room, but you did.
he looked over at you, your eyes now locking together in a brief moment. all you did was flash him a small smile and he immediately got red in the face, a small smile appearing onto his lips as he sinks back into the couch on the opposite side next to chris. it was dark in the room despite the glare of the tv constantly with each scene and the light dim of the candle you had placed in the living room to fit the mood for the evening.
the movie was far from over, but you couldn’t even concentrate on it. not after what you had just witnessed. you snuck a few glances towards matt and every time you looked over at him, his eyes were already on you before immediately pulling his gaze away once he noticed your stare. it was evident his cheeks were red as you noticed he began to chew onto his bottom lip, his hand moving up to run through his messy hair.
it’s not like you haven’t noticed matt before. you all have been friends for years since the day you moved next door. they immediately befriended you and you all did almost everything together. nick and chris were protective in a friendly way, but matt always seemed a little different when it came to your friendship. he was easily flustered, never seemed to take his eyes off you, and seemed really jealous and upset anytime you hung around a boy or had a boyfriend in general. he took more time getting to know you and your little quirks. he remembered things about you that the others didn’t.
you thought nothing of it at the time. matt was always typically quieter and more kept to himself. he never really had a girlfriend, not that you knew of. you didn’t notice the difference between matt and the other boys until recently. maybe you liked it. maybe you hadn’t had that kind of attention before and it was flattering yet turned you on at the same time.
matt was a good-looking guy. he was pretty to look at. he was awkward, but in an adorable way. he was smart, sensitive, and very caring. you always thought it was so sweet how attentive he was and was always there for you when you were going through a really hard breakup. so maybe he had a crush on you. could you possibly have the same feelings towards him? you never thought about it. not until you noticed your panties missing and the way he looked at you, almost like he was trying to sneak a peak of your ass in your lacy panties underneath the skirts you wore.
you cleared your throat before speaking, “i’m hungry. does anyone want popcorn?” nick and chris immediately in unison chanted a loud 'yes' and matt nodded his head as his eyes were now on you again. you smiled at them, your eyes now locked on matt’s. “great. i’ll go make us some.”
you instantly got off the couch and was about to head over to the kitchen when matt stood up too. “i’ll help you.”
all you could do was nod your head, flashing him a small smile before heading into the kitchen with matt following behind you. was he looking at your ass in your skimpy pajama shorts? he sure was. he watched the way your hips swayed from side to side, your ass round and plump, and the way the fabric of your shorts hugged your curves. you also had on a tank top with your zip-up sweater over it and he found himself eyeing your perfectly shaped breasts.
as you were about to reach up to grab the popcorn in the top cabinet, he immediately took the initiative. “here, i’ll get it for you.” as he reached up to grab the popcorn box from the cabinet, your eyes caught a glance of pink lace panties hanging slightly out of his back pocket. you knew he had grabbed them, but this was just pure indication that you weren’t seeing things. your face must’ve spoke for you as he instantly noticed your eyes glancing at his back pocket. his hand patted the back of his jeans, his eyes widening in surprise before pulling his hoodie down to cover it. “i-“ he stammered his words, his cheeks growing hot and red by the second.
you weren’t sure how you were going to approach this, but you were honestly quite flattered. he stood next to the counter, his hand still placed onto the box of popcorn as he chewed onto his bottom lip as a nervous habit. you stood next to him, bumping his shoulder as you leaned into him, your lips now brushing against his ear as you spoke softly against it, “you know, if you wanted a pair of my panties, you could’ve just asked me.”
you weren’t sure where the confidence in you came from, but you knew you had to say something rather than let it linger in the air that he did indeed take a pair of your panties from your drawer. your breath was hot and heavy against his ear, and you not only visibly see him tense up, but you felt it next to you. he was flustered and completely red in the face now, the redness on his cheeks now creeping up against his neck. “i..i’m sorry. i can p-put them back? y-yeah i can do that.” he didn’t look your way, his hand resting the box of popcorn on the counter and placing both of his hands onto the counter, his knuckles going white from gripping the counter a little too hard.
“no, no.” you immediately spoke up, shaking your head at his words. he was obviously flustered and couldn’t find the words to speak. he probably didn’t realize you would catch him and was embarrassed. it was adorable, actually. “keep them. do whatever you want with them. but they look far better on me. i know you have taken a peek once or twice.” you giggled softly at your own words, surprised that you actually admitted this out loud.
“y-you noticed that?” he stammered his words, now having the courage to look over at you, his cheeks and neck bright red. “i-im sorry, i-“
you cut him off, your hand falling over to his shoulder as your eyes locked onto his. something inside of you wanted to tease him, liking the reactions you were getting out of him. it was cute and kind of turning you on. “no, don’t apologize. it’s kind of cute. a bit of a turn on.”
a part of you wondered what he did with the panties he took from your drawer. did he keep them in his own drawer? use them to get off? was he planning on keeping them as a trophy like the guys in the movies who would keep girls’ panties like souvenirs? your thoughts were on overdrive as you imagined the possibility of what he did with your panties. you snapped out of your own thoughts, moving your hand to place onto his that was still gripped onto the counter to try and relax him. your pinky finger laced around his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
he kept his eyes on you, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed nervously. he moved his free hand to run through his messy locks before his hand traveled to the back of his neck and caressed it out of a nervous habit. his eyes locked down at your pinky’s being locked together, his cheeks heating up even more if that were possible considered he was already as red as a tomato. “i-i’m glad you think so. listen i want to explain. i-“
his words were cut off by chris yelling from the living room. “where the hell are you guys? me and nick want popcorn dammit!” you silently cursed underneath your breath. this could not be worse timing. “patience, chris!” you shouted back to him, hoping to shut him up. apparently, that snapped matt back to reality and he shook his head, a soft sigh emitting from his lips. he pulled his hand away from yours. “we should probably make this popcorn, huh?”
you had to admit you were disappointed. you wanted him to explain, but you knew he was nervous as it was, and his brothers were impatient and ruining the mood. matt put the popcorn in the microwave. as it was starting to pop, you began to reach over to grab a big bowl for the popcorn and some salt. when you turned your head over your shoulder, you noticed matt was glancing back over to your ass like he was mesmerized by it. you felt your own cheeks heat up as he was checking you out. your eyes glanced down to the bulge in his pants, the same way it looked the moment he was in your bedroom staring at your panties. you could tell he was big in size and the thought of it underneath the fabric made your tummy flutter and your thighs want to squeeze together.
just as you were about to speak, the sound of the microwave went off, signaling the popcorn was done. you let out a soft sigh, placing the bowl to your chest with the salt in your hand. matt grabbed the popcorn out of the microwave and closed it. looks like the rest of the night was going to be like any usual night when you all hung out.
the only difference? your panties still buried in matt’s back pocket.
A/N- i hope you guys liked it! i’m really enjoying this AU so if you want more just like/reblog and let me know and i’ll keep going with it. thank you to @sturnshood for helping me with the pictures. ♡
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“i’ll be back in a sec, i just need to run downstairs and help chris with something really quick.”
that’s what matt told you over ten minutes ago, and he’s still gone. you were over at the triplets place hanging out with nick, when matt insisted he show you both his new pc set up. it only took nick five minutes to be over it, but you felt bad when you saw matt’s defeatist expression after nick went back to his room. you decided to stay, but soon after matt abandoned you to go do something with chris.
you could’ve gone back upstairs with nick, but you let your curiosity get the best of you, and somehow you were going through matt’s bedside drawers, seeing what he had in there.
you knew matt had a thing for you, he made it very, very clear. although those feelings weren’t really reciprocated, it was fun to tease him. like, really fun.
before you could stop yourself, the leather binding of matt’s journal was in your hands, itching to be opened and read. you thumbed through the pages, reading matt’s chicken scratch handwriting while he wrote about whatever. you didn’t want to be too invasive, but his journal piqued your interest a lot. you wondered if he ever wrote about you, or if he only kept those thoughts in his head.
your eyes skimmed up and down the pages, nothing really standing out to you until you saw your name.
today y/n came over to see nick. she had on this rly short skirt, i think they were going out to a bar or something later. i don’t really care. i overhear her talking to nick about the guys she gets with. i could be so much better than them. i would make her feel so good, where she’d be begging me for more. god her moans are probably so fucking pretty.
your cheeks got hot as they blushed a deep red, fingers flipping to the next entry.
it’s been a few days since i saw y/n, i miss her so much. i’ve probably touched myself to her more times than i can count in the last day or two. i don’t know what it is with her, but she just gets me so worked up. she doesn’t even have to do anything and i’ll literally get hard from her. a couple weeks ago we were at her place and i heard her in the shower. it turned me on so much i couldn’t handle it. i want her so bad.
there’s gotta be something seriously deranged about me. every time that y/n sleeps over here, i always sneak up to nicks room and take a pair of her panties. she has to have noticed by now. i can’t help it though. i use them to get myself off. sometimes she has really pretty lace ones, other ones are really really skimpy. i don’t care though. i wonder what they’d look like on her. she’d probably think im a fucking creep if she ever really found out. i wonder what she’d do.
at this point, your stomach was doing somersaults, and your thighs were pressed together, trying to relieve the ache that had grown in your cunt. maybe it was weird what he was doing, but the level of obsession was turning you on. bad.
you were quick to find a pen somewhere in the bedside drawer, popping the cap off and scribbling underneath the entry in your loopy handwriting.
you naughty boy. you didn’t learn that stealing was wrong? i would probably punish you and not let you cum. i would tease you, get you all wound up and make you hold it. id use my pretty pink panties around your cock to get you off and let you cum in them after edging you for so long. maybe i’ll use my hands too, or my mouth if you’re really good for me.
you grinned to yourself as you shut the journal, drawing your bottom lip in between your teeth before returning the notebook to its rightful place, exactly how you found it.
you knew that matt wouldn’t do anything about it, either. he would see the note, and probably get off to it a million times, but never actually reach out to you. until then, he’d just have to learn how to keep pleasuring himself alone.
“i’ll be back in a sec, i just need to run downstairs and help chris with something really quick.”
that’s what matt told you over ten minutes ago, and he’s still gone. you were over at the triplets place hanging out with nick, when matt insisted he show you both his new pc set up. it only took nick five minutes to be over it, but you felt bad when you saw matt’s defeatist expression after nick went back to his room. you decided to stay, but soon after matt abandoned you to go do something with chris.
you could’ve gone back upstairs with nick, but you let your curiosity get the best of you, and somehow you were going through matt’s bedside drawers, seeing what he had in there.
you knew matt had a thing for you, he made it very, very clear. although those feelings weren’t really reciprocated, it was fun to tease him. like, really fun.
before you could stop yourself, the leather binding of matt’s journal was in your hands, itching to be opened and read. you thumbed through the pages, reading matt’s chicken scratch handwriting while he wrote about whatever. you didn’t want to be too invasive, but his journal piqued your interest a lot. you wondered if he ever wrote about you, or if he only kept those thoughts in his head.
your eyes skimmed up and down the pages, nothing really standing out to you until you saw your name.
today y/n came over to see nick. she had on this rly short skirt, i think they were going out to a bar or something later. i don’t really care. i overhear her talking to nick about the guys she gets with. i could be so much better than them. i would make her feel so good, where she’d be begging me for more. god her moans are probably so fucking pretty.
your cheeks got hot as they blushed a deep red, fingers flipping to the next entry.
it’s been a few days since i saw y/n, i miss her so much. i’ve probably touched myself to her more times than i can count in the last day or two. i don’t know what it is with her, but she just gets me so worked up. she doesn’t even have to do anything and i’ll literally get hard from her. a couple weeks ago we were at her place and i heard her in the shower. it turned me on so much i couldn’t handle it. i want her so bad.
there’s gotta be something seriously deranged about me. every time that y/n sleeps over here, i always sneak up to nicks room and take a pair of her panties. she has to have noticed by now. i can’t help it though. i use them to get myself off. sometimes she has really pretty lace ones, other ones are really really skimpy. i don’t care though. i wonder what they’d look like on her. she’d probably think im a fucking creep if she ever really found out. i wonder what she’d do.
at this point, your stomach was doing somersaults, and your thighs were pressed together, trying to relieve the ache that had grown in your cunt. maybe it was weird what he was doing, but the level of obsession was turning you on. bad.
you were quick to find a pen somewhere in the bedside drawer, popping the cap off and scribbling underneath the entry in your loopy handwriting.
you naughty boy. you didn’t learn that stealing was wrong? i would probably punish you and not let you cum. i would tease you, get you all wound up and make you hold it. id use my pretty pink panties around your cock to get you off and let you cum in them after edging you for so long. maybe i’ll use my hands too, or my mouth if you’re really good for me.
you grinned to yourself as you shut the journal, drawing your bottom lip in between your teeth before returning the notebook to its rightful place, exactly how you found it.
you knew that matt wouldn’t do anything about it, either. he would see the note, and probably get off to it a million times, but never actually reach out to you. until then, he’d just have to learn how to keep pleasuring himself alone.
warnings : sub!matt. blow job on stream. public audience. praising. humiliation(?). basically filming a porn video for people i guess. pet names (good boy, baby). mommy kink. nothing else?
your knees dug into the wooden floor underneath matt’s desk—hands wandering up and down his tense thighs as you looked up at him from the gap between the desk and his body.
he had been streaming for quite awhile, and you had sat by, watching the time tick by as he became more and more engrossed in his games and talking to the fans. you had meant to leave him alone—but it was too hard not to tease.
you hummed softly, your hands opening his legs to fit your body between them. one hand holding a grip on his right leg while the other trailed up to undo the button on his jeans. matt paused, his wide eyes peering down at you as he subtly shakes his head. his hand reached forward, muting the mic and turning the camera off.
“b-baby not while…i’m streaming.” he muttered, his face turning red—breath turning heavy. you raised a brow, tilting your head. “y’sure baby? mommy could make you feel soooo good.”
you were teasing him, your voice dropping lower as you spoke, knowing it would get him worked up. he took a deep breath, eyes flicking from you to his monitor where the chat flew by asking where he went. when he looked back down, he nodded his head. “use your words pretty boy.” you whispered.
“you…you can.” he said, giving you a shy smile. you nodded your head, returning the smile. your hand resumed its course, fumbling with the button on his jeans—undoing it and pulling his zipper down. your fingers tapped his thigh, his hips lifting to allow you to maneuver his pants and boxers down.
you watched as his cock sprung free, bobbing slightly. your hand came out, wrapping around the base, giving a small tug. a whimper fell from his lips at the action, your eyes flicking up to meet his. “you can always tell me when to stop okay?” and he nodded, taking a deep breath before unmuting his mic and turning the camera back on.
once he got situated back in his chair, his camera and mic back on and his hands on his controller. your wrist twisted again, drawing up his length--your thumb swiping across his slit, digging into it slightly before gliding back down.
your eyes fluttered up at him, watching as he sucked in a breath, cheeks still visibly pink. "talk to them baby." you whispered, low enough for the mic not to pick you up. and he did, slowly he started to mumble words to the chat, reading off what people were saying.
you stayed still, not moving your hand at all as he talked. that was until he began to get relaxed, is when you tugged your wrist again, a small whimper escaping his lips at the sudden movement. his eyes went wide, flicking to the chat as he saw how fast it was moving--watching as they asked him what it was.
but he couldn't respond, not without letting another pathetic sound slip. so he just hummed, shrugging his shoulders.
you smirked to yourself--at how easy it was to make him fall apart for you. lowering your head, you took his tip into your mouth, sucking on it softly. your eyes were still on him, watching as he brought his hand up to cover his mouth, teeth biting into his bottom lip as he tried so hard to stay quiet.
just watching him try to stay quiet egged you on. slowly you took more of him in your mouth, using your hand to pump what couldn't fit. the sensation of your tight, wet throat had him whimpering again. this time his controller clattering to his desk as he leaned back in his chair.
his hands came down to grip his thighs, his nails digging into his own skin. his eyes were next, peering down at you, and the sight of you on your knees--almost made him cum right then and there.
you hummed, bobbing your head up and down a few more ties before pulling off and replacing your mouth with your hand. the wet sounds filling the space. "c'mon baby, let them hear you." you said, your hand gripping his cock a little tighter as your wrist twisted up, causing a strangled moan to fall from his lips.
his breath hitched, and he shook his head quickly, eyes pleading with you. but that only encouraged you more. your hand moved faster now, squeezing his tip when your hand moved up coaxing his sounds out of him.
that seemed to do the trick.
another choked sound slipped from his lips, his hips bucking up to fuck his cock into your fist as his eyes rolled back--the stream completely forgotten about now. "ngh..p-please." he moaned out, bucking his hips up more.
you grinned. "thaaat's it, let them hear how good i make you feel--making mommy so proud." you cooed before leaning your head back down to slip him back into your mouth. your eyes stayed locked onto him, watching the way his face contorted in pleasure, his mouth opening as more filthy sounds slipped from his lips.
you could see when his eyes peeked open, staring directly at his screen. his embarrassment flooding his system as he saw his fucked-out expression staring back at him before his eyes flicked to the chat.
his glossy eyes skimmed their words, surprisingly urging him on, telling him to keep making his noises. and that's when the embarrassment--the humiliation--melted into something else.
he was turned on.
turned on at the fact that he had thousands of people watching what you were doing to him. watching the way he looked when you were pleasuring him.
"oh f-fuck." he moaned, his eyes looking back down at you, his jaw slack and mouth hung open as one of his hands twitched to reach for your hair. you smiled the best you could, nodding your head as you hollowed your cheeks.
quickly and desperately, matt wrapped your hair in his hand, taking a little control as he pushed your head down to meet with the thrust of his hips.
he was so dangerously close now, your words ringing in his ears as his eyes flicked between you and the chats on the screen that were still encouraging him to keep going. he didn't care if they recorded this--didn't care about what would happen. all he cared about right now was chasing his release, which you were happy enough to give him.
you moaned around his cock, the vibrations making his back arch away from his seat--pretty moans and whimpers filling the room more now as he felt his balls grow heavy and his stomach grow taut.
"m-mommy please." he choked out. "m'so close--gonna cum." he was so desperate for his release, his eyes watering as the pleasure almost became too much for his poor body to handle. "pleasepleaseplease." he gasped, hips bucking wildly now as his hand loosened in your hair.
you didn't stop, you kept going until you felt his cock swell in your mouth. "fuckfuckfuck..c-cumming!" he cried, shooting his load down your throat in thick hot ropes. his hips stilled, but your mouth moved slowly until you made sure every last drop was milked out of him. eventually you pulled away, swallowing everything your boy had given you.
matt sat there for a few moments, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath. when he finally did, it seemed as though everything came crashing back and he quickly leaned forward--ending his stream.
there was no going back from this.
a/n : this has been in my drafts for a month, decided since ppl posted sub!matt today, it was my turn.
"cmon baby show the camera that pretty face" you coo, angling the camera towards his burnt red face. his head turned away from the lens, and into the sheets beside him. he brought a hand up to cover the side of his face that was still in frame. your hips were relentlessly pushing into him while his cock bounced from the force of your thrusts. "can't—fuck please from the ba—oh" he stuttered, mind going to shit as the tip of the silicon repeatedly hit his prostate. switching the angle you focused on his cock and showing the precum that leaked from the top and had a place on his stomach from the repeated contact.
a grunt escaped from the boy one that sounded like a poor attempt to regain control. his back arched off the bed and his head flew back into the pillows below, the stimulation fogging his brain and controlling his body. you smile into the camera once you realize his hand fell from his face, quickly you move the camera to catch a glimpse of his red and fucked out face. "flip over please— not my face" he whined, avoiding eye contact with the camera. switching the focus again you show the camera how well the skin toned dildo moved in and out of him. "taking me so well aren't you. look at how easy i'm sliding in"
his cheeks flushed at the praise and a small smile plastered across his face. you rub at his sides comfortingly as you pulled out while so he could get on all fours for you, for the camera. you set the camera aside but never switched it off meaning that the camera caught everything, caught the lip that was already forming in his sore legs, caught the shake in his arms as he tried to balance himself and the way he didn't want to back at you but couldn't keep his eyes away from the sight. the sight of you gripping the base of the cock and coating it with a new layer of lubricant, it made his stomach turn.
molding your hands into his hips you steady yourself behind him, knees pressed into the bed as you push back into him. a pathetic high pitched moan left his lips at the reinserting of the silicone, the stretch putting the arch in his back once more. your hips slap against his rear as you work to build up the pace you had before. all matt could do was cry out, no words no thoughts just sounds of pleasure, over and over again.
i picking up the camera again you show off his sweat glistened body, starting from where your bodies met to the his slightly toned back, and stopping at the back of his head. your fingers tangled in his hair roughly to catch his attention, needing his ears opened for when you spoke. "this is my favourite way to fuck you matt, seeing the arch in your back, and even when you try to hide from me i can always find you" you remind, pulling his head back and into the view of the camera.
Hi, im truly sorry to bother you, I apologise. But I admire your work and I have drank all of it attentively these days to escape from reality, you are truly a gem <33333. Which I don't know how to express my gratitude for it. I have been struggling my entire life to see myself worthy of gaining or receiving love, I have been insecure about my body. And after I read your fic plus size girls x jayvik I swear I cried in admiration. I just want to know if you could write a fanfic with jayvik in love with a curvy tall girl (I'm 1.78cm, I know it's not much, but I have been feeling like absolute fucking garbage lately). I truly hope all your dream come true, your pets live longer and a fucking raise. I love you, mon cherie <333 0w0
HATERS GONNA HATE - JAYVIK X READER
synopsis: your whole life you've held insecurities, as most women do. You've always been too tall, too “large”, too much. It's weighed you down for too damn long. Your two boys make you realize your beauty, the beauty you've always had. They just took the wool off of your eyes.
warnings: negative self talk, talk of insecurities, childhood bullying, comfort, compliments, fluff, suggestiveness, pre-established relationship, Grammarly is my beta
genre: m/m/f
p.s. You're so sweet omfg 🥺🥺 I love you too!! I hope this fic comforts any and all who need it. I'm not tall (160cm/5’3) but I am thicker/curvy/fat (whatever term you want to use) like I've cried in changerooms since I hated how something looked on me/how I looked. Its peaks and valleys of self-love; and if my stories make y'all feel beautiful, I've done my part. Its also cathartic to me as well.
You've always been the odd one out. You were taller than all your classmates, you went through puberty first and got breasts before all your peers, you filled out and got curves much sooner than expected. Some may call this a blessing, to you it's a curse.
Now as an adult, you're taller than most men around you. You have a curvy figure yes, but it's not like the surgical, edited versions seen magazines and billboards.
You have nice breasts, but they're not defying gravity levels of perky, you have a smaller waist compared to your hips and shoulders, but you have rolls when you sit and twist your body, you have long legs, but they're not sculpted to perfection. You're just a woman.
A woman who hates what she sees in the mirror sometimes.
You nitpick insecurities others wouldn't even see, especially the people who love and care about you.
Jayce and Viktor think you're a goddess amongst men. That you're perfect, both inside and out. They love everything about you.
They love that you’re close in height to them, so they're not bending over to love on you (especially Viktor with his bad back), Jayce is obsessed with your hips and waist, and Viktor would like to die suffocated between your breasts.
So when they see you at your vanity after waking up and nitpicking yourself, well… that just won't do.
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Here you are, sitting at your vanity in a large t-shirt and undies, nitpicking away at yourself. Your hair is tossled from sleep, your eyes glittering as you look over yourself. Your hands drag across your face, into your hair, and over your body. Your mind repeating awful statements said about you over the years.
You're so engrossed in being mean to yourself, you don't see Viktor come up behind you and place your morning coffee onto your vanity.
“What’re you doing?” He asks his voice thick due to just waking up. His accent is heavy and heady. You feel your face heat up at his question, not expecting to be caught and the tone of his voice makes your heart flutter.
You freeze slightly, before looking at the handsome man in the mirror, “Just… looking at myself. Nothing to worry about.”
“In appreciation, I hope. Your furrowed brow and pout give you away my love. What’s on your mind?”
A sigh escapes your lungs as you grab your coffee and take a small sip, contemplating your words, “Am I— too much for you two?”
Viktor guffaws at that, his eyes wide when he looks at you, “What on earth are you talking about?”
“Y’know… too much. Too tall, too curvy, too chubby. Just— too much.”
“Who on earth put that ridiculous idea into your head?!”
A light incredulous laugh leaves you at the sight of an enraged Viktor. He looks like a mad cat.
“Society, classmates, magazines, and ads. I'm not… the picturesque standard of beauty.”
Viktor's lips narrow at your dejected tone, “You are the most beautiful women I have ever had the pleasure of seeing. You're personality is sparkling, and your physical beauty makes me question how a goddess like you could love a man like me.”
You whip around at that last statement, anger clear on your face, “A man like you? What do you mean.”
“A cripple. A poor man from the Undercity. A man who is weak, and ill, and not good enough for you.”
A snarl is what he gets in return for his statement, “Who told you that?! I’ll rip their tongue out for such disgusting comments! You’re wonderful Viktor, I wouldn’t change a damn thing about you!”
A knowing look is what you get and your anger immediately quells. Oh that sneaky, smart son of a bitch.
“So— now you know how Jayce and I feel about you. People, society in general are cruel. Our minds our biggest enemy. Jayce will agree with me.”
“Agree with you on what?” Said man asks as he enters the bedroom, a sleepy look on his face as he scratches his toned stomach and sips on his coffee, “What’s taking you two so long? We need to decide on breakfast and I’m getting hungry.”
You look away as Viktor cocks an eyebrow, “Our darling thinks she’s “too much” for us. She’s been ruthlessly nitpicking herself in the mirror.”
A loud gasp is all you hear before Jayce goes into a tangent, “Who told you that?! Give me their names and I’ll black list them from the council! What on earth are you talking about?! Too much? Too much! I’d say there’s not enough!”
“That’s cause you’re greedy sweetheart.”
“Shut up Viktor, my point still stands! You’re perfect babe. Ignore the haters, they hate because they’re miserable in their own lives and we all know the saying. Misery loves company.”
Jayce walks over to you and places his mug next to yours, his frame towering over you as he brackets your back and puts his hands on your thighs, “I’d die if you changed anything about yourself, your legs especially. Don’t take away my earmuffs. I’ll cry.”
You laugh as Viktor joins in and cups your breasts, you gasp at the feeling of his cold hands breaching underneath your shirt. “And don’t take my pillows away. I’ll be devastated and my sleep schedule will be shit again.”
The snort you let out is anything but lady-like, but they got their point across. They love you no matter what, even if they have favourite body parts of yours.
You smile at the two of them through the mirror and their eyes lock onto yours, before looking at each other; having a silent conversation.
“Y’know what… breakfast can wait. I’m hungry for something else.” Jayce states as he looks at you, his eyes big and pleading. His hands travelling up your thighs, over your undies, and he grips your exposed waist.
Viktor chuckles when he squeezes your breasts harshly and you gasp at the sensation, “I agree Jayce. What do you say my love, are you willing to indulge your two boys?”
You nod and before you know it, Jayce has tossed you onto the bed. Your coffee and breakfast completely forgotten as Jayce lowers himself in between your legs as Viktor sits behind you; his hands removing your top as he fondles your breasts and kisses your cheek and neck.
You’re their goddess, and they’ll worship you like one as well. They’ll continue to worship you until the end of time. Your devotees… How lucky you are.
Society sucks. Beauty standards suck. We’re all beautiful, expect we don’t see it. It’s time we pull the wool off of our eyes and see ourselves as we truly are. We’re perfect. No need to change anything. I hope y’all liked this, it made me feel quite a bit better. Love ya ❤️
summary: matt has the worst attitude all day, and when you two finally get home he has the nerve to ask you to touch him which you obviously deny, making him get himself off infront of you.
contains: sub!matt, male masturbation, slighttt humiliation, teasing, matt with an attitude, pathetic!matt, swearing, fluff.
matt sits beside me in bed, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as i scroll through my phone. i'm wearing nothing but a small brandy melville pyjama set. matts favourite.
on a quiet night alone with matt like tonight, we'd usually be pouncing on eachother the first chance we get, but were not.
matt knows he's been acting up all day, with the snarky comments, stubborn demeanour and the most bratty attitude.
matt lets out a small whine, he clears his throat slightly as he rolls over closer to me.
"'m hard.." he mumbles, his lap pressed firmly against my thigh,
"i can tell." i whisper back, putting down my phone and looking over at him.
he buries his flushed face into my shoulder, another strangled noise leaving his lips.
"what is it matt?" i sigh, running a hand through his hair.
"it hurts.." he groans himself, looking up at me
"well how about you sort yourself out in the bathroom yeah?" i speak, staring into his big round eyes,
"h-help myself? but-" he glances down at the tent in his lap, "but youre here and i cant-"
"what am i gonna do about that matt?' i ask, earning another loud whine from him as he desperetly palms himself through the thick fabric of his sweatpants. "i dont think you deserve my tocuh after how much of a brat you've been today?" i follow up.
"but- but i do..." matt protests, "i really- please let me.." he speaks as his face falls with disapointment
"im not rewarding your behaviour matt, so im gonna give you some options yeah?" i whisper, trying to ignore the needy look in his eyes.
"fine!" he groans.
"you can help yourself here, in the bathroom, or just not cum at all yeah? but im not touching you." i speak,
"no!" he tries to protest,
"you dont wanna finish? thats fine by me, your choice baby." i speak,
"but- i do- ugh! fine okay!" he babbles before tugging down his sweatpants,
my eyes widen, not expecting him to actually do something about his situation.
he pants heavily as he tugs down his boxers to his mid thighs,
"dont- dont laugh," he croaks out,
"'not gonna laugh at you hon." i assure him, a smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth,
his pale skin flushes beet red, he looks completley and utterly humiliated.
"okay- okay- just- right.. okay." he rambles,
his brunette hair falls infront of his eyes as he looks down at his lap, gently moving his hand towards his erection.
"okay- just- yeah.. okay shut up.." he whispers,
"im not saying anything!" i giggle,
"yeah- but youre thinkin' it!" he bites back playfully,
he suddenly wraps his long, pale fingers around his girth. his tip is a raw pink, oozing precum.
he purses his lips tight, being sure to not let any noises slip, after all, he didnt wanna look more pathetic, did he?
i see his eyes flutter shut as he squeezes himself once, before gently moving his hand over his tip.
i see his leg twitch slightly,
i stare intensley, causing matt to get even more worked up.
"s-stop- stop lookin' at me-" he croaks out, his voice high pitched and whiny.
"shh," i whispers, pressing a finger to his plump red lips.
he moves his hand under my mouth, "can you please- spit-" he asks, i shake my head,
"told you, 'm not doing anything for you after this big attitude you've built up." i remind him,
his eyebrows knit together with frustration, "you're bein' so mean!" he mutters,
"what was that?" i ask,
"nothing."
i see him spit in his palm, gently running the same hand down his length, one of his fingers tracing the long vein on the side of his cock.
"feels- feels so good." he whimpers,
he gently starts to pump himself, his hand sliding over his tip.
he gnaws on his bottom lip before looking up at me through his eyelashes, i continue to sit on the bed to his side as he lays down against the large pile of silky pillows.
hes dead silent, desperately trying to hold back his noises.
"you're allowed to make noises you know, 'm not judging you,"
"yeah- but its so- embarrassing. i dont want to- i dont know let go like that." he grunts, his eyes fluttering closed.
"its just me hon, ive heard everything before." i assure, him, gently running my long acrylic nales over the soft skin of his lower tummy.
"i- i dont want anyone to hear!" he says, his resolve rapidly crumbling,
“i’m the only one here baby, everyone else is out,” i assure him,
suddenly a loud moan rips out of him, his back arching off the bed.
“there we go, good boy.” i coo, keeping my hand on his lower stomach.
he keeps his fist firmly around his shaft, moving his hand up and down rapidly as his eyebrows pinch together.
“oh fuck-“ he whines, his movements getting faster.
i see him look up at me through narrow eyes, his cheeks completely red.
“so fuckin’ pathetic.” i laugh, giving him a sympathetic smile.
“stop- ‘m not! you said you wouldn’t la-laugh!” he whimpers, desperately tugging at his sensitive skin.
“why do you think i’d do what you want matt? you’ve been so bitchy all day.” i sigh,
“mm! i haven’t!” he protests,
i drag my thumb over his swollen tip, before instantly pulling my hand back.
a loud moan escapes his lips, “ah- ahh.. please do that again!”
i shake my head,
“i need to cum- s-so bad- but- but can’t!” his voice his so high it’s almost amusing, he is just so pathetic.
“mm? can’t cum without my help?” i ask, a teasing tone clear in my voice.
“i- i can! i- i-“ matt’s thighs trembles as he throws his head back.
“just- just say anything!- please- please oh fuck-“ he follows up, his hand reaching out and grabbing my thigh
he digs his fingertips into my thigh as his raw tip dribbles with precum, the clear liquid running down his tip onto his hand.
“anything?” i whisper,
“cum- cum!” he squeals, my one word tipping him over.
strings of white spurt out of him, landing directly on his tummy, which is rising and falling rapidly with his panting.
he stops his movements with his hand, which is now coated in his own release.
“there he is, so so good.” i coo, pressing a kiss to his tip.
a small gasp exits his mouth,
i kitten lick the head of his cock once more, his salty taste present on my tongue before pulling my head away. he groans from overstimulation as his fingers dig into the soft plush skin of my thigh
he’s fully hard again.
“please, please- i’m hard again- you’re gonna touch me this time?”
i shake my head with a small grin, running my hand through his silky hair.
“but-!” he starts but i cut him off.
“no buts, you’ve been such a brat all day,” i start,
“now cmon, pull up your sweats, you’re not cumming again today.” i instruct him, earning a frustrated whine from him as he follows my instructions.
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jayce with fem reader first time being so embarassed about his cock size because he thinks it’s small but it’s actually huge.
he’s pathetically rutting into you whilst you praise him for having such a big and pretty cock!!! -🫧
─── TOO BIG? ⌇ he’s just so big that it drives you insane…
─── CW. ⌇fem!reader, unprotected p in v sex, bigdick!jayce, slightly subby!jayce, praise kink, dirty talk/language, sloppy sex, deep penetration, pet names, sort of femdom!reader, encouragement, creampie, filth.
─── NOTE. ⌇ — this awakened something in me ngl. so much so that i’m ignoring my 10+ other drafts to write it but i didn’t say that… also i’m so sorry for how inactive i’ve been, writer’s block sucks ass. i really love all of you!! ❤️❤️💋
“oh my god, jay— fuck, mmh, so b-big—!”
your pussy is drooling around the thick cock fucking into it, walls fluttering against every wet drag n’ slide of the searing flesh. jayce had been so bashful before, mumbling and stuttering over himself about how “unsatisfying” his cock may be —
yet here he was, pounding straight into your stomach and fucking you up in every way — you were going dumb on the biggest cock you’d ever fucking seen, ears full of his ragged pants and grunts as he snaps his hips into yours painfully.
unsatisfying. bullshit. there was nothing unsatisfying about jayce talis’ pretty cock.
“so good, jay, fuck, you’re splitting me in half.” you whine out, head lolling back and shaky ankles locking at his lower back. his heavy balls smack into your ass with every powerful thrust, twitching and spasming against the flesh — he’s so thick that your walls are bruising, spread open and battered in the best way.
“god, i-i — feels so good, ‘m goin’ crazy,” jayce responds back, words breathy and pitched, punctuated by slick squelches from your pussy. his nails dig crescents into your plush thighs as he holds you up with incomparable strength, body weight only slightly supported by the desk beside you.
“me too,” you pant, grappling at his shoulders with liquified hands. “your cock is so fucking good, jay — fucks my pussy so good, fuck, don’t stop.”
jayce’s breath shudders in his lungs and his cock kicks inside your walls, your filthy words affecting him viscerally — his hips stutter ever so slightly, thrusts turning sloppy for a fraction of time; but then he’s kicking it into gear again, fucking into your sloppy pussy so fast and hard you start to see stars.
“fuck, yes! jus’ like that, jay, fuckin’ ruin me,” you mewl, drool slipping past your lip to cool against your chin. it feels so fuckin’ good; it’s intense and almost overwhelming, the feeling of being stuffed full over and over shoving a thick fog into your head and stealing your coherency completely; almost complete dumbification.
“shit i— god, you sound so sexy, ‘m not sure if i can l-last,” jayce nearly whimpers, movements sloppier than before. the kicking of his cock is consistent now, heralding a spiraling approach of his orgasm.
if you were being honest, this knowledge didn’t even disappoint you like it would have with your previous partners; on the contrary, the thought of feeling cum shoot out of his huge cock had you trembling inside.
“‘s okay, jay— jus’ keep fuckin’ me, don’t stop fuckin’ me— fuck me ‘til you cum. fill me up, jay, i want it; wanna feel this beautiful cock mess me up—!”
“shit! oh, my god, fuck, okay — please, talk to me more, tell me how good it feels, please —!”
despite the fog in your head, jayce’s plea had something clicking within it; mr. talis harbors a huge praise kink. aww, that’s so adorable.
“it feels so good, jay.” you coo, a little slurred, train of thought bouncing around with each harsh thrust inside your sloppy pussy. “your cock fucks me so good. so big and pretty, fuck, you’re amazing, jay — ‘m goin’ crazy, i love your cock.”
your ability to speak at all is completely robbed when jayce readjusts his grip on your thighs and angles his hips — and the most guttural, lewd yelp tears through your throat when he begins to slam into your body hard and fast. much harder and faster than before.
“god, pretty pussy, such a good pussy, feels s’good and tight — god, my dick feels like it’s bein’ choked, s’good—!”
you can’t even fully register jayce’s babbling through the ringing in your ears; your pussy feels as though it’s being savagely rearranged, cervix sore from countless assaults — he’s using you like some sort of toy, fucking into you for his pleasure alone.
and it feels so fucking good.
the only sounds you can produce are moans and mewls, but it’s incentive enough for jayce to continue to rut into you. there was a familiar tension building in your gut, one that became more and more intense with each shove of his cock into your walls — fuck, you were going to cum soon.
“jay— gon’a cum,” you force out, eyes rolling back and muscles melting. if jayce heard you, he didn’t answer back; not verbally, at least. but his hips did pick up even more speed, fucking you so brutally that it knocked your breath from your lungs.
“fuck—!” was the only thing you managed to yelp out before your orgasm crashed through your body, swollen clit forming its own heartbeat as it throbbed to the eddying waves of pleasure. the ringing in your ears was so loud now, overtaking every other sound in the room.
even jayce’s growl of “‘m comin’!” as his hips stuttered once, then twice, before he buried himself deep inside your cunt and stilled — thick ropes splattered hot against your walls, so copious that you could feel it leak out around jayce’s cock and slip down your ass.
by the time the ringing in your ears ceased, jayce had already come down from his high for the most part. you fluttered open eyes that you have no remembrance of closing only to find jayce staring at you with worry.
“are you okay?” he asks, voice strained and thick, and you can’t help but smile at him dopily.
“never better.” you murmur, body still tingling from aftershocks.
how the hell jayce could have ever thought of his cock as “unsatisfying” was a mystery you weren’t sure you could solve.
⟢ warnings : fem!reader, degrading, toy-ification, implied dumbification, implied oral, implied cum swallowing, age gap, implied backshots
"Go on. If you want something from me then beg for it. Voice how much you need my cock in your tight little pussy, fucking you dumb on my desk. Tell me just how good I make you feel when I fuck you dumb and senseless like the cocksleeve you are, my little doll", Silco cooed, hand gripping onto your drool smeared chin.
Your eyes were watery from how deep he forced you to take his shaft, having used his hand to fuck himself into your mouth previously until he came, hot liquid shooting down your throat and making you choke more than you already did before when he hammered into you in a relentless pace, not giving you any mercy, not even when you gagged from how deep he reached.
"Please Silco", you began, sitting more upright and using his thighs for leverage, looking him deep into his eyes.
"Want you- no, need you so bad. Need your dick in me please. Need to come so bad", you voiced your desires but Silco wasn't satisfied yet.
He knew you could do better and he didn't refrain from telling you so, eliciting a frustrated mix of a groan and moan from you.
"Please, please, please Silco. I've been a good girl. I took you so well and even swallowed it all, see!", you replied with a whiny voice, opening your mouth wide for him to show him that no remains of his cum were left in your throat.
"Please, been so good for you. Want nothing more than be your dumb little cocksleeve, please!"
He loved this game.
It's like a cat taunting it's prey, letting it go from time to time just to catch it again, giving it the illusion of being free only to get caged again. In his eyes you were nothing more than a young and naive girl that was half his age, not knowing anything about life and how society works, making you even more manipulatable than you already were. You practically ate out of his hand, believing every word he said like he was a saint, doing anything for him whenever he wanted like the good girl you were.
Oh he loved it, how eager you always were to please him in whatever way he wanted you to, letting him fuck you dumb on his cock almost every day since you came to him, begging him for protection from the man thirsting after your life.
"Stand up and bend over", were all the words it took from Silco for from to finally shut your needy mouth.
Without hesitating even a singular moment you got up from your position on the hardwood floor between his wide spread legs, bending over the massive mahogany desk, your eyes closed shut in anticipation of what was to come. Your heart skipped a beat when you heard the familiar noise of his belt buckle hitting the wooden floor, his hands coming up to roam over the curve of your ass, removing any possible garments you were wearing from your lower half until you finally were fully exposed to him. Two of his fingers came down and spread apart your lips, showing him your glistening hole, already red, swollen and dripping from how turned on you were.
He toyed with you for a bit, fingers stroking your entrance and gathering your slick only to then find your clit and rub it vigorously, making your legs shake from pleasure. If you already were so responsive to simply having your clit rubbed, how would you react to his dick drilling inside of you and getting your guts rearranged?
But you didn't need to wait long for an answer, for he had already removed his fingers from your cunt and replaced them with his cock, coating his tip in your slick before slamming into your tight pussy all at once until the hilt, hitting your cervix at full force and making you moan out loud.
Normally Silco would tell you to shut up or simply put his hand around your neck to choke the words out of you, but today he wanted nothing more than to hear your whiny and needy voice echo in his office.
Needless to say, everyone on the floor could hear you begging and moaning for Silco.
bestie do you happen to know of you could find it in your heart to write for my FAV senior citizen. Silco. (I MISS HIM)
The tiktok ban has made me deprived. Please let me know at your earliest convenience. I will now go back to fighting my demons and missing my shayla. (I hope you are having a good day!)
YOUR DAD’S KINDA HOT… - SILCO X READER
synopsis: you've been friends with Jinx for years now, you're a few years older than her but you two are as thick as thieves. So don't ask how this conversation came up… you have no idea.
warnings: age gap (silco’s like late 30s to early 40s, reader is early 20s), teasing, banter (jinx makes fun of you), overheard conversations, fear of discipline, flirting, suggestiveness
genre: m/f or m/m
p.s. SILCOOOOO 😩😍 I've been down bad since S1 but people would jump down your throat if you said anything about him. The art book definitely spoiled us
You have no idea how your conversation took this turn. Here you are, sitting with Jinx as she works on her bombs in her little lair, having a good time when all of a sudden she asks, “Do you think Silco is hot?”
A sputter is heard as you cough and thump your chest, trying to unchoke yourself from your drink going down the wrong pipe.
“What?!” your voice is whiny in incredulous. No seriously… what?! Where did that come from?!
Jinx casually shrugs, “I won’t be mad y’know. You're not very subtle, just tell the truth toots.”
Your lips thin in contemplation. I mean… you’re not blind? You have eyes? Should you honestly tell his daughter that you think he's attractive?
Jinx appreciates honesty, and loyalty; the same as her dad. She's your best friend, you've never lied to her. And you're not gonna start now.
Even if it’s an uncomfortable topic.
You sigh, face scrunching up is displeasure, “Yes Jinx. I think your dad is hot… I’m not blind, duh.”
She cackles at you, “Seriously?! You could have any guy ya want, and you go for him, my old man?! Finn’ll be heartbroken.”
“He can stay heartbroken! I've got much a finer taste than… that. Silco’s strong, level-headed, and handsome. He values honesty and loyalty. Finn’s… Finn.”
Jinx’s reply is cut off by a deeper voice, “That you do my dear, that you do. Jinx, continue working on your bombs. The ones I see so far are perfect. You, come with me.”
It’ Silco.
Fuck, it’s Silco!
You gulp as Jinx just smiles at the praise, you slowly raise from your seat and follow the kingpin. A frantic look is shot Jinx’s way as you mouth “Help me!”
Jinx giggles at you and winks. You'll be getting no help from her. She's taken too much time planning this moment, she's not letting all her hard work go to waste!
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The walk back to Silco’s office is tense, you're tempted to jump out a window and hopefully die in the fall to escape this cloying feeling.
It’s too late, you're doomed.
Is your only thought as Silco opens the doors to his office, ushers you in, and locks the doors behind him. You're trapped with a lion, and you’re nothing but a beetle.
He's gonna kill you.
“Sit.” Is all he says as he walks to his drink cart and pours you both two fingers of bourbon. You sit down immediately and fidget lightly. Ok… so maybe he's not going to kill you.
Yet.
He plops a cup into your hand and gracefully walks around his desk and sits down. He's not wearing his coat you realize. His shirt sleeves are rolled up to his forearms and you get to see how tiny his waist is.
God he so hot.
In your appreciation of Silco, you don't see him take a swig of his drink and look you over as well. Hmm, looks like you were telling the truth.
Time to make things interesting.
“So, you find me attractive?”
You gulp looking down to your lap as you quickly bring your glass up to your lips and take a large swig, “Yes sir.”
“Hmm. How curious, you find a man old enough to be your father attractive. What's that say about you?”
“It says I prefer things that have aged finely. Like how you feel about this burboun.”
Silco chuckles, you’re quick. Smart as a whip. Loyal. Honest. Attractive.
He's noticed you for a while now, always on his radar due to Jinx. He appreciate’s your care for his daughter, how you’re with her constantly and protect her. He knew you as a teen, he knew you'd grow up into a attractive adult.
He knew he’d be right.
He knew that you have denied all advances made on you. No partner, no romantic or sexual relationships. The main reason why he knows that is you essentially live with him and Jinx.
He knows how you've looked at him over the years, ignoring their heat. But now… you're an adult. You've finally admitted your attraction.
He's going to take what’s rightfully his.
He's going to see what you've been hiding under your clothes, he's going to take you apart piece by piece. He's going to have you on his desk, his bed, in front of the large window in his office. He's going to feel your lips, how soft your skin is. How nice your hair would feel in his grip.
(You’re going to deeply enjoy it.)
(The two of you hope Jinx won’t be hiding in the office in the rafters as her dad devours you.)
(She wasn’t, thankfully. But she did have a knowing look on her face for like a week.)
(She still pats herself on the back to this day.)
He's a bad man but fuck is he hot! Hope y’all enjoyed this ❤️❤️ also I think the US has tiktok again? I saw the sad goodbyes last night, no Americans this morning on the app, then I took a nap and creators from the US were posting again?? I was so lost LMAO
viktor is eager, hungry, his fingers bruising your thighs and tongue lapping between your folds heavily. his dark eyes are shut and small moans slip past his lips and straight into your cunt as he eats it — so pleased as if he were the one receiving mind-blowing head himself.
your toes curl atop the soft duvet and your fingers grasp at the hair at the back of his head, holding him in place as you rut your sloppy pussy against his tongue.
“taste so sweet,” viktor pants out, accent rolling heavy off of his tongue and voice slurred with what could only be described as fucked-out euphoria. “‘s so sweet, mama.”
“yeah, baby? you like the way my pussy t-tastes?” you coo, clit sliding against the tip of viktor’s nose with each upward buck of your hips. you’re making a complete mess of him, soaking his face and mouth with your slick, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“fuck, yes, love it s’much,” viktor slurs, tongue teasing at your entrance with gentle prods. it’s thick and hot, reminding you faintly of the monster tucked away in his pants, and you can’t help the small whine that rips from your throat.
“shit, vik, that’s it,” you gasp out, gut twisting from the sound of his fucked-out slurring and submission; he eats you almost thankfully, as if the mere act of doing so is a gift from the gods themselves. it’s enough to push you right to the edge. “make me cum, baby.”
and fuck, he does. viktor lets you hump his face and laps at your pussy in tandem, driving you straight up the wall and into an intense orgasm — and he sucks down your cum like it’s the sweetest nectar, moaning and whining as he does so.
viktor is so drunk on your taste that even when you pry helplessly at his head he stays nestled between your legs, tongue and lips caressing your swollen, throbbing clit, begging you, “jus’ one more, mama, please…”
so, piper may be hopping on the servicesub!vik train… 🌝
˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... smut but no actual p in v, finishing in pants, making out, grinding, pet names (baby, puppy), reader being confident?
you were perched prettily in matt’s lap, your fingers delicately placed under his jaw to keep his lips to yours, his tongue to yours, while his hands were resting on the side of your thighs, under your skirt.
the room was quiet for the most part, except for the occasional groans emitted from matt, whines slipping past your lips, as well as the lewd and dirty sounds from your intertwined tongues.
the textbooks next to you were long forgotten, left abandoned on your pretty bedsheets, pens scattered across the open pages. what was supposed to have been a study session had quickly turned into a make out session.
after a while of carefully brushing your tongue over his, testing the waters, you got desperate. clutching for his hair, you pulled him closer, his fingertips digging into your thighs at your sudden confidence. at this point, you didn’t care about the frames of his glasses digging into your cheek, just needing to have him close.
the kiss quickly became sloppy, leaving matt hot and bothered, almost not able to keep up with your kissing. he felt your nails gently scratch his scalp, letting a soft moan into the kiss. his mind was running wild, hazy, and clouded up.
your were subconsciously grinding down on the clothed bulge beneath you, using it as an attempt to ease the ache between your legs.
hesitantly, you broke off the kiss, your eyes batting open to meet matt’s behind the.. foggy glasses?
“o-oh my god,” you giggled, bringing a hand to your mouth to silence your laugh.
matt meant to look back at you, but his frames were clouded. “shit.. that’s embarrassing-“ he chuckled dryly, his face only flushing more when he let go of your soft skin to reach for his glasses, bringing the hem of his shirt to wipe them off.
he did this all while you stared at him with a shy smile, admiring as he pushed the frames back up his nose.
“i don’t think you’ll be needing those..” you mumbled with a faint smile, your fingers running across the steel, before sliding them off the bridge of his nose, folding them to stay put on your nightstand.
matt stares dumbly at you for a moment, clearing his throat while his clammy hands reach for your thighs again, running up under your skirt like previously.
carefully, you reached out for his button-up shirt, tugging on the button. “is this okay?” you whispered, looking down at him. when he muttered a quiet ‘uh huh’, you began to unbutton his shirt.
without another word, you leaned back in, toying your fingers through his hair with one hand, the other one working down the buttons of his shirt while deepening the kiss, until it got as sloppy as it was just a moment prior to you interrupting it.
matt was being kissed straight into ecstasy, accidentally bucking his hips up to meet yours, trying to escape the throbbing going on in his boxers, already feeling a sticky sensation form.
your own panties were more than damp, both from the excessive grinding, but also the mind-fogging kiss. eventually you helped matt out of his shirt, leaving it on your bed next to the forgotten textbooks.
“p-please.. i need you,” matt whined against your lips, nearly on the verge of tears from the aching erection in his pants begging to be freed.
your hands messily roamed his chest, before reaching for the buckle of his belt. he choked on a breath, your hand making its way into his pants, palming the wet spot on his boxers.
oh, he was sure he would come on the spot if you continued.. seriously. a whimper escaped his puffy lips, his nails digging into your hips.
“poor baby..” you whispered when you broke off the kiss, all your self control going straight out the door. “want me to help you, puppy?”
your words were whispered into his ear, your lips grazing the lobe of his ear, leaving a shiver to run down his spine. matt just couldn’t contain himself any longer, pathetically grinding his cock into the palm of your hand, until he let out a particularly sharp whine—one you at first thought nothing of.
you felt the sensation before you got to register it, your heart pounding against your ribcage when the pieces puzzled together inside your head.
matt looked up at your through his lashes, a somewhat embarrassed but blissful look on his face, his cheeks a pretty pink shade, his bare chest heaving.
“d..did you just-“
“i-i’m sorry, i just- i couldn’t help it..” he interrupted, nearly pleading for your forgiveness, glistening beads forming across his forehead, too embarrassed to even move.
you blinked dumbly at him, lips parted, and panties turning soaked, a smile spread across your lips.
“y-you.. you like it when i call you puppy?”
more bunny!reader x shy!matt here!
𝜗𝜚˚࿔ notes: ok so this was meant to just be them kissing.. i got a little carried away
This might be kind a kind of crazy request but hear me out, but feel free to ignore if your uncomfortable. So it's Jace Talis x reader SFW but it aludes to smut. Basicaly jayce wants to gets freaky with his girl or guy or whatever, but Jayce want to watch victor get freaky with the reader, Jayce's partner. I don't want to see any smut, but I just want to see the conversation go down between Jayce and Victor, of Jayce asking Victor if we would like to smash his partner and watch them lol.
Your wish is my command, darling. Sit back and let Mommy do her thing 🤍 (Also, tagging this as NSFW since it uses strong language, and heavily eludes to is directly about cucking.)
Jayce asking you to cuck him w/ Viktor | Flash
Pairings: Jayce Talis x Reader x Viktor
Pronouns: None used for Reader. Can be read as GN!!
Rating: NSFW, 18+ MDNI !!!!!
Word Count: 447
Tags: Cuckholding, Implied M/M (if you squint), Heavy implications of sex (duh), maybe slight OOC Jayce (also, if you squint), slight Sub!Jayce (if you REALLY REALLY SQUINT)
Notes: I have yet to watch S2 because I already can’t handle the heartbreak I know is waiting around the corner for me. So this is written with S1 Viktor and Jayce!!
Also, my first request!!! EEEE!! I hope you like it!! I wrote this so fast cause I was so excited and had nothing else to do hehehe xo
I ALSO KNOW YOU ASKED FOR THE CONVO TO BE BETWEEN VIKTOR AND JAYCE— WHICH ILL DO SOON, TOO, AS A PART 2!! But I liked this idea better ansjdkdkskkkkk for now!!
“…What?” You ask, bewildered.
“I know— I know it’s a weird request. But. I don’t know. I just think it would be hot to watch you… y’know… get fucked by someone else. And— I mean. It’s not like there’s anyone I trust more than Viktor—“ Jayce spoke quickly, a hint of embarrassment lacing his words as he let out a nervous chuckle, his fidgeting betraying his best efforts to exude a calm facade.
He swallowed tightly, his nerves making him feel exposed and helpless, like a child left alone in the dark.
“So. Let me get this straight. I just want to make sure I’m hearing you right. You want Me— And— Viktor, to fuck… While you watch?” You ask plainly.
Jayce swallowed once more, his nerves spiraling as he struggled to hold himself together.
“That is what I said… yes.” He mutters, scratching the back of his neck.
You stare at him, dumbfounded. The idea itself doesn’t catch you off guard—not really. In fact, it stirs something exciting within you. It’s a little unconventional, sure, but you’re not opposed to exploring what could lie ahead for your sex life with Jayce. You might enjoy letting him take the lead most of the time, but there’s something about the way he’s dancing around this topic in particular— too nervous to be bold—that sparks a fire in your gut.
“Hmm.” You hum softly, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.
“Is it just because you wanna see your boyfriend naked~?” You tease, your hands resting lightly on his chest as you look up at him, your gaze heavy with playfulness, smoldering as always.
Jayce stammers harder than before.
“I- wh- No. Pfft. It’s just- I just-..” He can’t even continue his stammering before you kiss him. It was a soft and chaste one, yet needy in its own way, and above all—understanding.
After several long seconds, once you sense his nerves start to settle, you slowly pull away, the tension lingering in the space between you.
“We can do that.” You say softly, giving him one extra peck to the lips.
“Really?” He queries, unsure of if you’re being truthful.
You emit a gentle chuckle.
“Yes, my love… I’m open to it.” You explain, running your hands along his chest… Over his vest… and down the length of his tie. You felt him shudder beneath your wandering hands.
“Why don’t you ask Viktor, and if he’s open to it, we can try… let’s see… tonight, hmm?” You ask, leaning in and nibbling his ear ever so teasingly.
After a long pause, Jayce finally speaks again, his voice quieter now, as if weighing his words more carefully.
Jayce Talis x gn!reader
~note : I just finished watching arcane and I’ve been obsessed with the idea of pathetic!Jayce.
warnings: straight up smut (mdni), hj, dom!reader, pathetic!jayce, sub!jayce, p w/o p, whining, whimpering, begging, no use of y/n,
Another late night in the lab, it feels like most of your days have been spent here as of recently. Keeping Jayce and Viktor company as they worked on their projects for hextech. Tonight however, Viktor was out of town in search for new materials for their newest invention. Meaning you and Jayce were left alone to your own vices.
After chatting for a while you notice a change in the air as your conversation dragged on into the night. Topics more intimate, less space in between you. You decided to move to a more comfortable environment, his bedroom.
At some point, your eyes began to wander down Jayce's figure. As your eyes trailed lower you noticed a bulge forming through his burgundy pants. It seems the linger touches you had shared between each other had an effect on Jayce. He places his hands on his lap trying to hide it, hoping you won't notice, but it's too late. "Jayce you're..." Your eyes widened as he scrambled to cover himself. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm reacting like this I-" He tried to explain but couldn't come up with any form of answer that would save him from embarrassment.
You cut him off by tentatively reaching down to brush his hands away from his bulge.
"Are you that excited to be with me?" You tease, your hands rubbing the stiffness in his pants. He lets out a whimper and quickly covers his mouth with the back of his hand.
Who knew Jayce talis could be so pathetic?
Here he was on his back as you loomed over him. Your hands worked to stroke his cock through fabric-you hadn't even moved past his pants. Yet he humped your hand like a dog in heat. His hips rutted up into your hand in search for more friction.
"touch me…please-" he whines, his voice soft and vulnerable. Meanwhile, his hands fumble desperately trying to unbuckle his belt. "Keep your hands off," you say putting your hands on his belt, slowly unbuckling it, "Patience, love. Good boys are patient."
You twiddle with the waistband of his boxer while watching him squirm with pleasure and impatience. You lay a soft grasp on his cock, as it twitches in your presence.
As you start playing with his sensitive cock with quick strokes, his back arches. With his breath quivering, you lean down leaving a sensual kiss onto his lips, biting down on his bottom lip. He whimpers into your mouth, gripping the bedsheets tightly.
“faster…please, please-” He says in a sweet little cry. “I love how you whimper and beg for me” you tease while picking up the pace.
“Mm- I‘m gonna… cum-” he moans out, struggling to speak. He throws his head back against the pillow, his eyes rolling to the back of this head. You feel his cock twitch in your hands. Finally, he cums releasing messy moans and whimpers.
Afterward you he lays you holding him in your arms, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
