Jayce thought the hardest part of university would be the academics, maybe making new friends in such a big school, or if the dining hall would have anything that tastes remotely close to his mothers cooking.
He was wrong. The biggest challenge, by far, is his new roommate. It’s not that he dislikes his roommate. He hasn’t given him any reason to. He isn’t loud or messy or confrontational. He’s just distracting.
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Jayce and Viktor are assigned college roommates and he progressively falls into deeper perversion and obsession
5.4k words (smut/fluff)
Jayce thought the hardest part of university would be the academics, maybe making new friends in such a big school, or if the dining hall would have anything that tastes remotely close to his mothers cooking.
He was wrong. The biggest challenge, by far, is his new roommate. It’s not that he dislikes his roommate. He hasn’t given him any reason to. He isn’t loud or messy or confrontational. He’s just distracting.
Maybe it’s his thick accent or his pale skin speckled with moles or the brown locks that he curls around his finger when he’s lost in his studies. Whatever it is, Jayce can’t get him out of his head and it certainly doesn’t help that they spend hours confined to their small room, no walls or curtains to separate them. Just a cluttered dorm room that’s barely big enough to fit two beds, a desk, and wardrobe on each side.
Every inch of Viktor's wall is covered in blueprints scrawled in his messy hand writing, posters of grunge bands from Zaun that Jayce has never even heard of, or photos from home that give him a glimpse of what life was like growing up in Zaun.
Jayce finds himself drawn to one polaroid photo in particular, Viktor with his arm around a girl around his age, tan skin, hair made of tight curls, and gold framed glasses. He can’t count on his hands how many times he had stared at this photo and wondered who this woman is and why they’re so close. He wonders if she is Viktor’s girlfriend back home. He imagines him running his long slender fingers through her black curls, rubbing his thumb over her cheekbone, pressing his thumb down on her plump lip.
The thought alone makes something in his chest twist up, something nasty and suffocating that he had never felt before coming to college. Before he met Viktor. Before the fixation.
The fixation starts off normal and so do the excuses. Laying in his roommates bed because it's comfier, certainly not because it smells like him. Stealing his sweatshirt to wear when Viktor’s in class, because the fabric feels softer on his skin. Turning on his side at night to watch the steady rise and fall of his chest as he sleeps because he just finds his presence soothing like counting sheep.
The more his mind wanders and fixation grows, the harder it becomes to deny. They hardly even talk, but here he is imagining what sounds Viktor would make if Jayce was pounding him into the mattress, fingers digging so hard into his bony hips they’d leave bruises for days. Would he whine and squirm or would he choke on deep desperate moans punched out of him?
Jayce’s cock stirs at the thoughts swirling in his head, his jeans feeling increasingly uncomfortable, a problem that’s become increasingly more common over the first few weeks of the semester. He palms himself through the thick fabric, as if that would help his not so little problem go away but the deep feeling in his core protests.
He sighs and looks up at the clock, the hands sitting at the 4:15 mark. He memorized Viktor's class schedule weeks ago and he’s certain he has a good thirty minutes until he’s back from physics 182.
Jayce tries to be good. He tries to focus on his assignments, tries to think of anything besides that one fantasy that’s been eating away at his conscience for a week now. He squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath, trying to will away the urges that seem more and more persistent these days.
He finally relents, too weak to fight it any longer. He sets his pencil down with more force than necessary and crosses the invisible line into Viktor’s side of the room. He digs through Viktor's laundry basket, tossing around button up shirts and mismatched socks until he finds what he’s looking for, sitting plainly at the bottom of the basket, taunting him.
With a shaky breath, he grabs Viktor's boxers. It weighs heavy with unsaid feelings and implications that Jayce isn’t quite ready to process yet. He gropes the plaid blue fabric tentatively and brings it up to his nose. Closing his eyes and taking a deep inhale, the smell floods his senses. It smells like Viktor, sweet but refined like old books with hints of floral, but muskier. He feels his cock harden and drags his tongue along the inner seam of the fabric with a pathetic whimper. He swears he can taste Viktor's sweet cunt on it. He sucks it into his mouth and groans, freeing himself from his pants before he has time to really think about what he’s doing.
He hisses into the fabric as he strokes his weeping cock, precum slicking up his hand. He feels the pleasure building remarkably fast, his orgasm threatening to take him under already but he stops stroking, not wanting it to be over so fast. He swallows hard and bunches up the boxers, wrapping it around his cock. He shudders as he feels the wet fabric around him, his fist tight as he starts thrusting into it.
“Oh, God! Viktor-” He gasps and whimpers as he ruts into the boxers, his hands shaking and breath coming out in heavy pants as he imagines it's really him, picturing his pretty roommate bent over the desk, absolutely dripping and debauched as Jayce takes him apart piece by piece on his cock, his face twisted up in pleasure as he moans Jayce’s name.
He feels that pleasure licking up his spine again, fucking the boxers desperately. He bites his lip so hard that he draws blood, hoping the pain will make it last but it feels too good.
“Oh please, please, please. Yes! God you’re so tight,” he whines to himself, his eyes squeezing shut. It takes less than a minute for him to spill a heavy load into Viktor's boxers, leaving the fabric sticky and wet as he strokes himself into painful overstimulation.
He catches his breath and reality comes crashing back into him as he stares down at his roommates now cum stained boxers, the white sticky mess looking like a perverted crime scene. What the fuck am I supposed to do with this now?
With no better alternative, Jayce stuffs it under his bed, hiding it under a pile of blankets his mother insisted he bring for when the nights get extra cold. He feels shame crawl up his neck at the idea of what she might think if she ever finds out what her son has really been up to at Piltover University.
He prays that Viktor doesn’t notice the missing pair and if he does, maybe he’ll just chalk it up to the community drier swallowing it up like the countless socks it’s already claimed. At least he hopes so.
He hears the door handle turn and practically scrambles into his bed, pulling the closest item he can grab, which happens to be his intro to engineering textbook, over his lap to hide his unzipped pants and half hard cock.
“H-hey, Vik!” Jayce says, clearing his throat awkwardly, giving a halfhearted wave. “How was class?”
If Viktor notices how strange he’s acting, he certainly doesn’t mention it. The older boy sets his bag down with a sigh. It hits the ground with a heavy thunk. His hair is a mess from running his fingers through it so many times as he always does when a particular equation is stressing him out. The bags under his eyes are especially prominent after pulling an all nighter studying for his exam. He doesn’t look to be in a particularly chatty mood, but he’s always cordial.
“It was fine,” he huffs, plopping down at his desk, books and papers piled high, mugs with remnants of sweet milk long gone cold are still scattered around. He carefully rests his cane against the wood furniture and loosens his tie. His eyes sweep over Jayce, taking in how his face is flushed and skin a little damp.
“Are you alright?” He asks out of mild curiosity, not concern.
“I’m fine, just came back from the gym is all,” he replies with the most confident voice that he can muster, trying not to squirm under Viktor's gaze.
“In jeans?” He lifts a brow.
“Uh- Hey! How’d the exam go?” He sits up a little, desperate to change the subject.
“Tedious but I’m sure I did fine.” He grumbles, looking out the window. The sun is low in the sky as it sets over the city, casting a golden glow over the lavish buildings of Piltover, a stark contrast to the grungy city he calls home. He usually wouldn’t fall asleep ‘til long after the sun goes down but the previous all nighter has him fighting to keep his eyes open.
He pushes himself to his feet with his cane that will certainly need an upgrade when he gets the funds for it. He goes to his dresser in search of clothes to sleep in.
Jayce watches from across the room, seeing Viktor pick out a band T-shirt that’s too faded to read now. He swallows hard as Viktor opens his underwear drawer and picks out some cotton green boxers that has Jayce wondering what that one would look like covered in cum, just like-
He shakes his head, snapping himself out of it. He looks up at the ceiling as Viktor changes in the shared bathroom and one thought crosses his mind, I am so fucked…
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Despite Viktor falling asleep as soon as his body hit the cheap mattress, Jayce lay awake for hours, just staring at the ceiling. Time seems to lose meaning as he mulls over everything that’s plagued his mind for the past few weeks. Jayce is not a pervert and he certainly is not gay. Hell, one of the main reasons he was so excited to attend university in the first place is all the beautiful women he could pursue. But here he is, getting flustered like a school girl every time his roommate gives him a scrap of attention and stealing his clothes to have the most intense but shameful orgasms of his life. Trying to make sense of it all gives him a headache so he finds it best to just not think about it. It’s worked out fine so far.
He’s only snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of heavy breathing and muffled whimpers.
He freezes up. No. There’s no way that Viktor is-
All the blood in his head floods down to his cock at the moan that escapes from Viktor's mouth. He must think he’s asleep. Does he do this often? How many times has Viktor touched himself while Jayce is right here?
Jayce shudders and bites back a groan when he hears the wet squelch, hardly muffled by the blanket, Viktor's breath getting faster.
This must go on for twenty or so minutes but it feels like torturous hours as he pretends to be asleep while his roommate greedily fucks himself on his fingers. It’s simultaneously his best dream and worst nightmare.
He subtly palms himself under the blanket, wondering what it would feel like if it was his fingers thrusting into his wet heat instead, if he would clench and squirm like he had imagined so many times. Would he try and push him away when he overstimulates him into too many orgasms or would he completely surrender to it all like a good boy?
Viktor's fingers get faster, more desperate. Soft little whines spill from his lips and Jayce swears he can feel the room heat up and shift.
Viktors whines become more frustrated, and based on the wet sound coming from his side of the room, so do his fingers. He’s so close to cumming but he just can’t push himself over the edge. It sounds painful and Jayce’s chest twists as he holds himself back from just going over there and making him finish over and over again until he can’t physically cum anymore, but he can’t. It wouldn’t be right and Viktor certainly doesn’t think of him that way. Jayce shouldn’t even be thinking that way. It’s his roommate, for fucks sake.
“Ah- Jayce, harder,” Viktor whimpers under his breath, so soft and strained that it’s barely audible. But Jayce knows exactly what he heard and nothing has sounded more like an invitation than that.
Jayce is on his feet before he can even process it, crossing the cluttered dorm room in record time, grabbing Viktor's free wrist that’s draped above his head on his pillow and gripping it tight despite his squirms. He pulls the blanket back and sees him in all his glory. Long pale limbs exposed, little imprints from his leg and back brace dug into them, his skin with a glowing flush and a slick mess between his thighs where the fingers he’s watched do countless equations are now buried.
Jayce understands it now. This is what temptation is. Viktor calls to him like a siren song and he can no longer fight it.
Viktor yelps and attempts to scramble away but Jayce’s firm grasp keeps him in place and it’s not like Viktor’s putting up much of a fight anyway, his thrashing weak and ultimately futile.
“Jayce, what the fuck?!” Vitkor says in mortification, his voice cracking and shaky. His amber eyes are wide like a child caught with his hand quite literally in the cookie jar.
“You need my help,” Jayce replies firmly, not quite sure if he’s trying to convince Viktor or himself. His mind is too fogged with the sound of Vitkors moans and whines to tell.
“Like hell I do! Get your hands off me!” Viktor protests, trying to squirm away again, but his fingers are still buried deep in his aching pussy like he couldn’t bare the thought of being empty despite the mortification of it all.
“I’ve been listening to you finger yourself pathetically for thirty minutes. You even cried my name. Do you really want me to let go or do you want my help?” Jayce says with heavy breaths, secretly praying that Viktor doesn’t send him away. He's not sure he could stop himself anyway.
Viktor's face flushes. He opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water, his dignity begging him to tell Jayce to fuck off, to deny how good his big firm hand feels on his frail wrist, but he can’t deny it so he gives a single nod, swallowing hard.
Jayce is on him in an instant, crawling into his twin sized bed where he gets to see him up close. Gets to touch him like he always dreamed of. Gets to finally taste him.
“Fuck, Vik.” He grabs Viktor's hand and pulls his fingers out of his aching cunt and brings them to his mouth. He sucks on them with a groan somewhere between relief and hunger. The taste of him on his bony fingers puts the little licks Jayce got from his boxers to shame. He swirls his tongue around each digit, licking the webbing and down to the knuckles of his fingers until there's nothing left. He pulls them from his mouth, a string of saliva connecting them.
Viktor's pupils are blown wide like he’s never seen anything more attractive in his life. He’s panting almost as hard as Jayce is, the sight alone making his pussy clench around nothing.
“You taste so amazing. Wanna taste you every day,” Jayce says between heavy breaths, nuzzling his cheek into Viktor's palm and settling between his thighs, laying on his belly.
Viktor's breath hitches, his hand hovering like he’s not sure what to do but settles on resting it on the top of Jayce’s head, running his fingers through the dark locks that look strangely out of place without the gel he uses religiously.
Jayce’s eyes are focused like a predator to prey. He gently spreads Viktor's pussy lips with his thumbs and sees how red and swollen his little cock is from being relentlessly abused by Viktor in a futile attempt to cum on his own.
“I-I usually use toys, but I- uh, didn’t want the vibrator to wake you,” Viktor admits shamefully.
“I’ve been awake the whole time,” Jayce states with dark desire, a small smile playing at his lips.
Viktor's eyes go wide, the shift in the room palpable. The moonlight shines through the window and is just bright enough to illuminate Viktor's cheeks blooming into a shade of pink Jayce has never seen before and has instantly become his new favorite color.
“Oh, god. I didn’t think-”
Jayce scoffs, “Did you really think I wouldn’t hear you from 10 feet away?... or did you want to be heard?” he blows a puff of cool air on Viktor's pussy that makes him gasp and his hole flutter. “Does that make you wet, baby?”
“Jayce…” he whimpers at the pet name and the feeling of Jayce trailing kisses and bites up his inner thighs, his tongue swiping at the wetness there.
Jayce carefully lifts Viktor's legs over his shoulder, being extra mindful about Viktor's bad one. He looks Viktor in the eye as he lets his flat tongue drag from his dripping hole to his cock, bringing it into his mouth and sucking softly with a groan.
Viktor throws his head back with a cry, tightening his grip on his hair. “Jayce!”
“Yeah, just like that, baby.” He laps hungrily at Viktor's cunt, stuffing his tongue inside, licking and curling as far in as he can reach, drinking up Viktor's nectar so obscenely it has Viktor squirming and whimpering. His tongue swirls around his little throbbing cock, giving it a soft nibble that has him keening off the bed.
It’s not the first time he’s eaten pussy. Far from it, actually. But nothing that’s made him lose control like this. Usually he’d take it slow, tease and edge and caress and build them up until they break but it’s been too many nights of pent up lust for his roommate. Too many daydreams that have him falling behind in his most boring classes. Too many showers fucking his fist until he makes a mess on the tile wall. He just throws himself into it full heartedly and Viktor certainly doesn’t complain.
Jayce ruts and grinds his hips into the mattress, his cock so hard it hurts but the friction does very little to take the edge off. A particularly hard suck has Viktor's thighs shaking and heels digging into his shoulderblades.
“So good,” he pants and whines, “So close.”
Jayce hums in response, slipping two thick fingers into Viktor's cunt, finding hardly any resistance with how wet and worked up he is. He thrusts gently as Viktor’s head is thrown back with heavy pants. He feels his walls tighten as he gets close. With expert precision, he crooks his fingers perfectly and curls them against his sweet spot, stealing a strangled grasp from Viktor. Viktor’s body shoots up into a sitting position, the intense pleasure from his G-spot forcing him to curl in on himself even though his back protests. Jayce places a firm hand on Viktor's abdomen and pushes him back down, his big hand easily pinning him in place.
“Stay,” he practically growls. One more lick to his cock forces him to fall over the edge with a whine, a wave of intense pleasure washing over him at an intensity he’s never felt before. He locks his legs around Jayce's head and squeezes him between shaking thighs with surprising strength but there's nowhere else Jayce would rather be.
He gives Viktor a moment to breathe as he comes down from the high, slowly softening his tight grip on Jayce's hair and thighs falling open and relaxed once more.
“So beautiful…” Jayce says, his voice low and rough as he rests his head on his thigh, still grinding his hips down into the mattress, his cock aching.
Viktor’s face flushes as he lets go of Jayce’s hair. “Thank you, that was, um,” he clears his throat. He’s never been good with expressing his feelings in words, he simply gazes into his eyes, hoping Jayce understands.
Jayce gets the message loud and clear and smiles a little, his lips and chin still shiny. He gently starts to rock his fingers back and forth inside him again. Viktor tenses up, hissing in an overstimulated breath.
“I know, baby, but I need to loosen you up if you're gonna take me,” Jayce says in a soft coo, trying to ease him through the obvious overstimulation and discomfort.
He whines but lets him continue to stretch him out as two fingers turn to three, then four. His head spins, lungs ache. He’s never had more than a couple of his own fingers inside himself. The idea of being fully penetrated has never been particularly appealing to him. There’s the difficulty with his hip and spine and throw some body dysphoria in the mix, he’s just avoided it all thus far. But he trusts Jayce. He’s not sure why, they’re not particularly close, but he does.
Jayce pulls his fingers out once he’s sure Viktor is stretched enough to take him. He hastily pulls his own pants and boxers down, looking like he’s ready to rip them if they so much as put up a fight.
His hard cock falls out and bobs against his stomach. It’s long and thick, the tip a deep red and shiny from precum. It’s not entirely surprising given how big and strong Jayce is as a person. Viktor often wondered what his mother was feeding him back home. But regardless, it would make anyone nervous, let alone a virgin.
He lowers himself over Viktor, using one arm to prop himself up so as to not crush him, and the other to rub the tip through his wet folds.
“You’re so good, Viktor, so good for me,” he says between leaving heated hickeys on his neck. He pushes forward, his fat tip putting pressure against Viktors tight hole before Viktors grabbing onto his forearms, a sense of panic crashing over him like a wave.
“W-wait! I’m a-” the words die in his throat, embarrassment making his eyes close. He must be the only junior on campus to still have his V-card. He’s always been too devoted to his studies to engage in hookup culture, let alone entertaining the idea of a relationship on top of his course load and not to mention his other array of issues. The list just goes on. It never seemed to bother him before, but now, under Jayce's firm body, that lack of experience has never seemed so devastating.
Jayce tilts his head for a moment before understanding sinks in. “Oh. Oh...”
Viktor feels his heart clench. He’s so stupid to think this would ever work. That his fantasy could ever be reality.
“Just forget it. Get off me-” Viktor squirms, trying to push him away and shut him out before he can be hurt, just like he has always done.
“Hey,” Jayce grabs his jaw, turning his gaze back to him and essentially immobilizing him. “Do you want this? Do you want me?’ His eyes are honest and soft but not filled with the condescending sympathy Viktor is used to seeing in his life.
“...Yes,” he admits after a long moment of hesitation. He practically lives in a state of turmoil between what he wants and what he’s willing to do for it. But for this moment with Jayce, he’d do just about anything.
“Then trust me. I’ll take care of you, okay?” The vulnerability in his voice is on full display. He’s done hiding his feelings. His gaze falls to Viktor's lips.
He nods.
Jayce closes the distance, kissing him in a surprisingly soft manner. He bites back a moan at the taste of Viktor's lips. How many times had he imagined this? Too many to count but none of them could ever live up to the real thing.
Viktor follows his lead, his kiss all sloppy tongue and teeth before he’s able to find a rhythm. He’s always been a quick study when it matters.
Once Jayce is sure that Viktor is relaxed enough, he slowly pushes inside, keeping him calm with loving kisses and soft shushes.
“I-It hurts,” Viktor whimpers into the kiss, gripping Jayce’s bicep harder.
“I know baby, just give it a minute, it’ll feel good soon.”
He pushes in inch by inch, going slow enough as to not tear Viktor's tight cunt.
Finally he’s seated all the way inside, hips pressing against hips and the tight warm wet walls squeezing his cock forces a shuddering breath out of him. He’s never felt anything like it and he wishes he could stay here forever.
“You with me, V?” He asks softly, brushing some tussled hair out of his face.
Viktor whimpers and nods, tears stinging his eyes at the wave of feelings and overwhelming sensations crash over him. “I’m here.”
“Hows it feel, baby?” He kisses his cheek, using all his self control to keep his hips still so Viktor has a chance to adjust. He could never forgive himself if he fucked up Viktors first time.
“Feels full,” he swallows hard “Burns a little.”
“I got you, V” Jayce rubs firm circles on his cock and kisses him gently until he feels his tense body go pliant under him.
The pain subsides slowly and gives way to small hints of pleasure.
“I-I’m okay,” Viktor pants, giving Jayce a small nod to keep going.
Jayce nods back and shudders at the first thrust of his hips.
“Fuuuck, Vik, you feel so good,” he groans, his head falling forward to bury into Viktor's neck, his breath hot and heavy on the marked up skin there that will certainly have him wearing scarfs and turtle necks to class for the next week.
“Jayce!” He cries as Jayce picks up to a steady pace, forcing licks of pleasure up his spine. He digs his nails into the tan muscled back to ground himself but it just seems to spur Jayce on more.
“Oh, god, you’re perfect. So perfect. Better than I imagined.” He babbles, picking up the pace and fucking into him faster, barely holding himself back from cumming inside him right there.
“Y-you imagined this?” Viktor whimpers, his cheeks flushing for too many reasons to count.
“You have no idea. Every night, every class, every stroll around campus, every shower. God, I need you so bad. Never letting you go,” he grunts.
Jayce's confession has Viktor clenching onto his hard cock. He always thought himself too difficult to love, all sharp angles, bony limbs, and snarky comments. Yet here he is, being loved right into the mattress by the smart handsome roommate that he’s been silently longing for since the day he walked in with those big puppy dog eyes, asking a dozen questions as he helped Viktor hang up his blueprints.
“Need you too. Need you more than anything. Please don’t stop, Jayce!” He cries and clings on to him, terrified that he may slip through his fingers if he loosens his grasp for even a moment.
Jayce gently lifts Viktor's bad leg over his hip to alleviate any pressure on it before changing the angle and fucking into him hard and fast, the crappy bed frame knocking against the wall with every thrust.
“OH FUCK! JAYCE!” Viktor cries so loud, they will certainly be getting a visit from the RA in the morning but they can’t bring themselves to care at the moment. The new angle has Jayce drilling into his sweet spot perfectly, making his back arch off the bed.
“Yeah? Right there?” he spurs him on, rolling and grinding his hips against that spot incessantly. His eyes are big and adoring as he watches the way Viktor's eyes roll back and moans pitch. “That’s it baby, cry for me.”
Tears freely roll down Viktor's face as his pleasure builds higher and higher to an extent he’s never experienced from his toys or fingers before. As the pleasure builds, his face twists up and an unfamiliar feeling coils up in his gut. The only thing he can really relate it too is having to pee but he would never-
“J-Jayce, stop, it feels like im gonna-”
Jayce grins and just pounds harder, his thumb finding Viktor's neglected cock again and rubbing firm circles over it.
“Jayce, I'm serious! It feels like I’m gonna pee-” He smacks Jayce’s chest in panic, but the pleasure is so overwhelming, he’s hardly putting any strength into it.
“I got you, Vik. It's okay, just let go. I got you.”
“No, No, I can’t.” He shakes his head, his fighting desperate but futile.
“You can,” Jayce purrs. He punctuates his sentence with a final thrust that sends Viktor tumbling over the edge. Squirt gushes out of him as his orgasm slams into him like a train, wracking through his whole body, making his scalp tingle and toes curl. His ears are ringing, vision spotting and he’s certain from the soreness in his throat that he’s crying pretty loud.
Jayce watches in awe as he fucks him through it. He groans and smashes his lips with Viktors in a heated kiss, tongues and teeth clashing as he cums deep inside. Viktor's fluttering cunt wrings out every last drop from him until they’re both shaking and gasping for breath.
“HEY ASSHOLES, SOME OF US HAVE EXAMS IN THE MORNING!” A disgruntled student in the neighboring dorm yells, slamming his fist on the wall.
The two of them break apart from the kiss in a fit of laughter from disbelief and embarrassment but no real shame. Nothing could possibly ruin this moment for either of them.
Viktor initiates the kiss this time, wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling him close. They kiss until they’re forced to pull away for breath, their foreheads pressed against each other.
“I think I'm in love with you,” Jayce admits with a shaky breath before he loses his courage post orgasmic high.
Viktor gawks. That was the last thing he expected anyone to say to him, let alone his gorgeous and brilliant roommate that’s had his heart for longer than he’s known, but he supposes he still has a lot to learn.
“I think I love you too, Jayce.” He confesses, his accent thicker than Jayce has ever heard it. He kisses his cheek.
Jayce kisses his back, a big fat grin on his face before he carefully pulls out of vik, a trickle of cum leaking out and joining the puddle of fluid soaking Viktor’s bedsheets.
“Ugh, we made a mess.” Viktor groans, scrunching his nose up.
“Oh, right, uh-” He picks Viktor up, being mindful of his leg and back and sets him down on his bed across the room.
Clean is not the word Viktor would use to describe Jayce's bed but it’s certainly a step up from the fluid stained mattress he was just saved from.
Jayce looks around the room for a towel to wipe the mess between Viktor's thighs but finds none. Instead he just grabs whatever clothes he can find first which happens to be a pair of boxers.
He wipes off the cum with the boxers and Viktor grimaces.
“Really, Jayce? My boxers?” He scoffs.
“It’s not like it's your first pair to have cum stains,” Jayce chuckles to himself, focused on the task at hand.
Viktor's head snaps up, “What was that?”
Jayce’s hand pauses and suddenly feels eleven years old again when his mother found his stash of Piltovers Finest Play Bunnies, under his bed.
“Oh, uh, nothing, just-”
“No, what do you mean by that?” Viktor persists, a smile pulling at his lips that reveals the little snaggle tooth Jayce has come to adore so dearly.
Jayce hangs his head, “I may have stolen a pair of your boxers…” He murmurs shamefully.
“And…?” Viktor quirks a brow, urging him to continue.
“And… I may have jerked off using them… and cum in them.” Jayce looks up at Viktor with his puppy dog eyes, expecting to be scolded or shamed but to his surprise, Viktor just laughs.
“You’re such a pervert!” he laughs harder, the unusual carefree attitude makes Jayce laugh too.
“I'm the perv? You’re the one who was touching himself and moaning my name 10ft away from me!” Jayce shoots back playfully.
Viktors gasps and playfully shoves him “Shut up!”
Jayce shoves him back with a goofy grin, play fighting until they’re twisted up in each other's arms, cuddling in Jayce's bed.
“I love you, dork” Viktor nuzzles his nose to Jayce’s
“I love you too… perv,” Jayce says lovingly, nuzzling him right back.
Authors Note:
Im back from a two year hiatus cause I can't get panty theif Jayce out of my head. enjoy.
a/n: to all the three remaining arthur fans — but like fr, does anybody still fuck w him? cuz i DEFINITELY do
The clap of skin against skin echoed low through the woods, muffled by pine needles and the distant chirr of cicadas. You were straddled over Arthur’s lap, knees braced in the dirt beside his thighs, his cock buried so deep in you you could barely breathe.
He grunted under you, voice gravel-thick and almost pained. “Jesus, girl…” One of his big hands was spread over your ass, fingers digging hard enough to bruise, the other braced on your back, sliding up your spine to grab a handful of your shirt, dragging it up so he could palm your bare waist.
You rocked your hips slow, deliberate. Let him feel every inch. Your walls clenched around him greedily, soaked and hot, taking him again and again as your thighs flexed.
His head lolled back against the tree trunk, lips parted, chest heaving under his open shirt. Sweat glistened on his throat, where your teeth had already marked him.
“That’s it, girl… ride me just like that” he groaned, low and thick, his voice rolling straight through your belly.
You shifted your hips forward and down, angling to take him deeper. He let out a growl that sounded like it was torn from his lungs and sat up to meet you — mouth catching your nipple through the thin cotton, tongue wet and greedy. The scrape of his stubble dragged across your chest, deliciously raw.
Your fingers threaded through his hair, pulling. You could feel him twitch inside you, hard and pulsing, each stroke dragging against your slick walls, every vein and ridge setting you on fire.
He muttered praises against your breast, biting down hard enough to make your hips jerk.
You whimpered — head tipping back, hands gripping his shoulders now for leverage. The way he looked up at you: hair wild, lips red, jaw set — like he was on the edge of something feral.
His hands returned to your ass, both of them this time, gripping and guiding your pace. “Faster,” he ordered — not harsh, but rough with need. “C’mon, ride me proper.”
You did — bouncing now, thighs burning, the slick slap of your bodies getting louder, messier. His cock slammed up into you with each thrust, the drag so deep it made your eyes roll. Arthur’s mouth dropped open again, and this time he moaned, low and sharp, breath catching.
“F-fuck, that’s it, good girl—goddamn, you were made for this—”
You could barely respond. Just little gasps and moans and broken sounds, bouncing on him like you’d die without it. He felt perfect — too big, too thick, dragging against every nerve, filling you to your fucking limit.
When he came, it was loud. A rough shout from his chest, one hand flying to the back of your neck to pull you down as his hips snapped up into you, jerking hard. You felt the heat flood inside you, thick and deep, his cock throbbing inside your soaked cunt, still twitching with every pulse.
You collapsed into his chest, both of you shaking, sweat-slick and breathless.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered hoarsely against your ear. “You’re gonna be the goddamn death of me.”
Things my therapist used to have me do that just make sense
Stare right into my reflection in the mirror 30 minutes straight no make up no clothes just me. If I look away once I restart the timer. With the intention of seeing yourself, she said
Write a letter to one person every day. Letters I will never send. As in pen and paper and a letter, not less than 1000 words. In whatever language, but 1000 words. Not characters. Words.
"Explain to me how this is a problem? / Take me to the part where this is your problem"
Write 10 things I hated about myself that day and then explain what is so bad about them without making it about how others will perceive it like- how is this a problem for ME?
Talk to water. You know how water is life / water is healing? Pour water in a glass and the tell it whatever and drink. Like speaking life into yourself. So like- I am X I am Y and then drink it.
Ask me 'what's the weather in your head today' and now I describe my feelings to people in weather terms and they just -,-
5 things you can see four you can hear three you can touch two you can smell one you can taste every time i was getting too lost in my head for grounding. I still do it, 10/10 would recommend
'Outside your head is that an issue?'
Fire me even though I was the one paying because 'at this point it's just dependency'.
'I can't take you seriously if you don't take yourself seriously'
Jayce Talis has a huge crush on his classmate. Stars align one day as your usual project partner calls in sick.
[jayce talis x masc!reader]
[nsfw, mdni]
[cw: slow(ish) burn, dry humping, blow job, deepthroating, subby jayce, dom reader, dirty talk, face fucking, praise, masturbation (i mean, almost), frotting, reader has male genitalia, he/him pronouns used for reader]
From the moment Jayce opened his eyes that Tuesday morning, he felt butterflies in his stomach.
He could never really tell if it was more anxiety than excitement, because a part of him wanted to skip the whole day, but an equal part wanted to go so badly.
Hands already beginning to shake, he shut off his 6 AM alarm. He let his hand linger on his phone for an extra second, debating whether or not to email his professors about staying home.
Breathing in a slow, calming breath, he decided against it. He swiftly pulled off his blankets, shuddering at the feeling of cool morning air hitting his bare skin, the comforting warmth of his sheets quickly disappearing.
He hastily jumped up, making his way to the bathroom before he could change his mind.
Yawning, he hopped into the shower to wake him up properly, but also to begin his extensive morning routine.
As soon as the cold water of his shower hit his skin, he could feel his mind clearing up. He quickly wet his entire body before the water would turn warm, gasping at the coldness of it.
Usually he wouldn't start his mornings with a shower, he was more of a night shower person. He preferred sleeping in, showing up to class in sweatpants and yesterday's shirt.
But today was different. Tuesdays were different.
He felt excitement pool in his stomach again, making him shudder.
On Tuesdays, he has a german language class. He didn't really care for learning new languages, but what he did care about was you.
You also took that german class. That was the sole reason Jayce even concidered it, he wasn't even good at languages. Quite the contrary actually, he struggled a lot, having to be tutored constantly. He would spend his nights almost crying at his homework, not to even mention the quizzes. He hated the class with all his heart.
Well, with most of his heart.
He felt the butterflies again as he lathered shampoo in his hair. You were going to be in that class-- the only good, well, great thing about that class.
He finished his shower, moving to the bathroom sink to grab his hairdryer and styling wax.
Every Tuesday, he would spend hours getting ready for school. Showering with his most expensive products, styling his hair, shaving, moisturizing... The whole ordeal.
He desperately wanted to be noticed by you, and if you ever did, he didn't want to risk looking undesirable. He wanted to look put together, like he cared about his appearance. He wanted to look and smell clean, expensive. He wanted to impress you.
To say he had a crush on you would be an understatement.
Would a regular crush have him shaving at 6 in the morning? Studying his face inches apart from his bathroom mirror, plucking away every stray neck hair? Switching out his jewellery twelve times, trying to find the perfect combination?
No. Only you would, and Jayce knew it.
He was so desperately in love with you, borderline obsessed with you. The way you walked, your sense of style, your mannerisms. How you would furrow your eyebrows when you were deep in your thoughts. How you would cross your arms behind your back when you talked to the professors. How you would mouth words when you were typing on the phone.
Had you ever actually talked to him apart from a standard greeting, maybe sometimes noting something about the weather or how annoyed with a group project you were?
No, but Jayce just couldn't help it.
He wasn't actually sure why he liked you the way that he did. Maybe it was your appearance, how you were almost exactly his type. Or maybe it was how kind you were to your classmates, always ready to help anyone who asked a question. Or maybe even your voice, so softly sweet yet confident, almost hypnotic.
Maybe it was all of them. Maybe it was just the fact you were you.
Jayce spent the rest of his morning routine daydreaming.
By 7.50 am, Jayce had already made his way to class and found his seat. His seat was directly behind you, he had made sure of that. He waited anxiously for you to show up, the twisting feeling of excitement in his body, roaring in his chest like thunder. He tapped his fingers, bounced his leg. Ever so often glancing towards the classroom door, hoping to see you coming in.
Finally, you did. Jayce's heart skipped a beat.
Jayce tried to play it cool, quickly averting his gaze before you caught him staring. He looked at his laptop's screen, trying to think of something to type while pretending his ears weren't burning.
You walked leisurely to your seat, put down your bag and sat down.
Without moving his head, Jayce looked up from his screen. You were wearing baggy jeans with a sweater, a simple yet stylish outfit.
Jayce swallowed dryly. How did you manage to look so good each time?
He quietly watched as you pulled out your laptop and books, admiring you. He ever so slightly leaned in, trying to see your face better, catching your attention.
With your hands still inside your bag, you looked up to meet his gaze.
"Hey", you said, giving him a light smile. "Something on my face or something?"
Jayce immediately looked away, feeling embarrassed as hell. He laughed awkwardly, which made him immediately cringe internally.
"No, just wondering if-- uh-- you maybe had an extra pencil? I forgot mine at home", he improvised, trying to seem nonchalant.
He sweated as you shot him a look. He wasn't sure what it meant, and that made him anxious. He nervously bit the inside of his cheek as you went back digging in your bag.
"Here", you said, handing him a pencil.
"Thank you, I promise I'll give it back", Jayce smiled, to which you smiled back before turning to your laptop.
In his mind, Jayce let out a breath of relief. He turned his gaze back to his laptop, placing your pencil next to his pencil case.
His stomach dropped.
Shit, shit shit-- He panicked internally. I had my fucking pencil case on my desk this whole time, god fucking shit--
He glanced back at you. You were busy on your laptop, leaning your head against your hand, your hair falling nicely on your knuckles, not seeming to pay attention to anything but your work.
Jayce's cheeks started burning out of embarrassment. Had you noticed the pencil case? Is that why you gave him that look?
His mind raced a thousand thoughts a minute. Oh my god, he totally thinks I'm a creep, or at the very least fucking stupid.
He spent the rest of the class ruminating over the damn pencil case. So much so, he barely noticed the time go by, causing him to jolt when he suddenly heard you talking to him.
"Y-yes?" He stuttered, blinking rapidly. He noticed other students leaving, quickly glancing at the clock and realizing the class was over. He hurriedly shifted his gaze to you.
"Do you have a partner yet?" You asked, leaning against his desk. Jayce looked bewildered.
"I-- what?" Jayce felt as if he had been struck in the head. Surely he had heard you wrong. Why were you asking him questions like that? You weren't even friends. He felt confused and embarrassed, of course he didn't have a partner. Why would he date anyone else when you were right there, looking into his eyes, god he wanted to kiss you--
"I asked if you had a partner. You know. The group project. Analyzing the texts." You raised an eyebrow at him.
Oh. OHH--
Jayce choked down a little laugh. "Oh, uhh, yeah. Wait no, I mean, no. No I don't have a partner yet", he sputtered nervously.
"Cool. Do you want to do it together? My friend is sick at the moment, so I don't have a partner."
Jayce's heart skipped a beat. The excitement pooled in his stomach again, making his skin feel electrical. He had to really focus not to rip into a massive grin.
"Sure", he said, trying to appear nonchalant. "When do we start?"
You shrugged. "Whenever. It's not due until next week. But I'm free this evening if we want to get started early."
Jayce nodded, his chest feeling like it was about to explode. Butterflies dancing in his stomach.
"That's cool with me. Do you want to meet up at the library?"
"It closes at six, and I'm not free until seven. I was thinking maybe your place or mine. Then there'd be no rush." You ran your fingers through your hair, shifting your weight back from Jayce's desk, putting your hands in your pockets.
"You can come to mine", Jayce blurted out. "I-It's closer. I think."
You chuckled. "Yeah sure. See you at seven?"
"Yeah", Jayce swallowed. "See you at seven."
♡♡♡
Jayce sat nervously on his bed, bouncing his leg out of anxiety. His school supplies were spread out on the floor, waiting for him to scoot down and start working. Write down some notes. Open up a word document. Hell, just turn on his laptop.
But he couldn't move. He felt stuck. Like he was a prisoner waiting to hear his final sentencing.
As the clock crept closer to seven PM, he felt like he could begin to actually sweat.
7.00.
Then, 7.01. 7.02.
Once the clock hit 7.10, Jayce tangled his hands into his hair, leaning his head back, staring at the ceiling.
What the fuck am I doing?
He felt ashamed. Ashamed for waiting you like this, like a pathetic creep. It was pathetic, and Jayce knew it. Knew it so well his eyes started stinging, tears threatening to fall.
It caused him to feel even worse.
There he sat, waiting for you, about to cry because he was so eager to have you in his room. Because he was so embarrassed over wanting you to come so badly. And if only you knew, Jayce was sure you would never ever talk to him again. That you'd think he was weird. Pathetic.
Jayce let himself fall down on his bed, his arms spread side-to-side. He stared at his white ceiling, listening to his wall clock tick.
Jayce closed his eyes. He imagined you in his room, working beside him. You’d lean over to grab something, giving him a glimpse of your collarbone. You’d lean close enough for him to smell your cologne: woody, spicy, maybe with a hint of cinnamon. The kind of scent that stayed in his lungs long after you leaned back. The kind of scent that made him want things, things he’d never be brave enough to admit to your face.
Out of all people, why did you choose him to work on the project with? There were other people in front of you. Plenty of people without partners.
Jayce grimaced.
What would you look like on top of him? Would you push your body against his, whisper sweet things in his ear? Or would you hold him down by force, shoving his face into his mattress while you ram into his body?
The thought of you controlling him made Jayce squirm. His entire body felt hot, his dick twitching in his jeans in an effort to get hard.
Jayce knew you'd be there any minute, he knew he shouldn't be imagining things like this. But, fuck, he couldn't help it.
What would you do to him? Would you force him down on his knees, force your cock down his throat, make him take it? Would you moan his name? Would you be vocal, let him know you enjoyed him? Would you fuck him raw and hard, or would you take your time, making him savour every thrust?
Suddenly, Jayce was awoken from his filthy daydreaming by a sound of his doorbell.
He swiftly got up, panicking. He was rock hard. For you.
Embarrassment washed over him like a tsunami. You were right outside his door and he had just spent the last ten minutes fantasizing about you like a fucking pervert. He did a few jumping jacks out of desperation, trying to get his cock to calm down so he could open the door.
You rang the doorbell again, making Jayce whimper.
He decided to accept defeat, pulling his cock up under the waistband of his jeans, pulling his hoodie down on top of it to conceal the bump. As you rang the doorbell a third time, he finally made his way to the door.
"Hey", you greeted him once the door was opened. "I thought I was at the wrong house for a moment. What, were you taking a dump or something?" You chuckled.
Jayce forced out a laugh, slightly shocked by your boldness. "Nah, just couldn't hear the doorbell. Come on in."
As he led you to his room, Jayce seemed very tense. You noticed how he fiddled with the hem of his hoodie as he closed the door, and how he almost stumbled on his own feet making his way to his bed. You cocked an eyebrow, but stayed silent.
It felt as if Jayce was a small bird who hadn't yet noticed you: if you said anything or moved even a fraction of an inch, he would flutter away. It made you feel slightly amused.
You weren't quite sure where Jayce's confidence had disappeared. You'd seen him at school, talking to his friends, and he had always been such a big personality. He would laugh, goof around, overall just be a joy to watch, even from a distance.
"Nice place," you remarked, your eyes drifting over his cluttered floor and half-open textbooks scattered on the bed. "Looks like you're really into this homework thing." You chuckled, testing the waters.
Jayce coughed out a laugh. "I just wanted to have everything ready. You know, for the project."
"Eager to work?" You smiled, letting your bag slide down your arm, lowering it to the floor.
Jayce turned around, his back facing you. There was a clear nervous energy bubbling under the surface, one that you could now pick up on. You tilted your head, curious.
"Yeah, I mean, that's what youre here for, right?" Jayce shrugged, his tone shakier than he'd have hoped.
Relax birdie, I'm not going to kill you, you thought, a slight smirk forming on your face. It became apparent he was nervous about having you there. You just weren't sure why.
You let your gaze wander around the room. It was a little cluttered, yet cozy. Papers stacked on one side of his computer desk, and posters of bands taped to the walls. It looked comfortable, nothing fancy, but it gave you a sense of who Jayce was. A bit disorganized, yet paying attention to detail; The posters were taped with an equal distance from eachother, and his bedspread matched his curtains. Still, he seemed to be fussing with things unnecessarily, smoothing out the creases in his bedspread and gathering up his textbooks, something you weren't sure was a nervous tic or an attempt to make the place look more tidy.
"I like the posters", you stated, hoping to change the subject and lighten the mood. You saw Jayce's shoulders relax out of the corner of your eye, him turning to face you again.
"Thanks", he smiled, quickly glancing at the posters before turning his gaze back to you. "Took me forever to hang them up."
"I believe you", you responded, sitting down on the floor and crossing your legs. "Love the spacing."
Jayce grinned, sitting down opposite you. "Yeah, I'm kinda particular about some things."
You chuckled, reaching back to your bag, pulling it closer to you. "Should we get started on the analysis?" You asked, rummaging through your bag for your books.
"Oh, right", Jayce said, his voice turning back to slightly shaky. "I gotta confess something."
"What is it?"
"I'm... actually terrible at german", he winced, looking at you apologetically. "I barely pass the assignments. I'm probably the worst partner you could've picked for an analysis."
"Nonsense", you shake your head, smiling. "I know enough german for the both of us, c'mon."
Jayce chuckled in response, hurriedly opening his laptop to conceal his embarrassment. Of course, you just had to be fluent in german. Of course. You hadn't even been there that long, and he already felt like he had been embarrassing himself the whole time.
Normally so self-confident, so sure of himself, his talents, his looks. It all crumbled away slowly the more time you spent with him.
He desperately wanted to be liked by you. To give a good impression.
He felt his head start spinning from all the overthinking.
"Want me to make up a doc?" You asked, not taking off your eyes from your screen, snapping Jayce out of his spiraling.
"Uh, yeah, sure." Jayce nodded quickly, maybe too quickly, and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, yet again trying to play it cool.
You glanced up from your screen, catching the slight flush creeping up his neck. It made you pause for a second, something amused yet soft tugging at the corner of your mouth. You didn’t say anything, just started typing, the soft clicking of your keyboard filling in the silence.
Jayce watched you work for a bit, how smoothly your fingers navigated the keyboard, your eyes darting back and forth between the keycaps and the screen. He could've spent the entire night just looking at you, admiring you.
"How do you do it?" Jayce suddenly asked, before he could stop himself, breaking the silence.
"Do what?" You asked, lifting up your gaze from the screen with a raised eyebrow.
"German. Like seriously. How does one become so good at a language? All the nuances, dialects... I don't understand how you do it." Jayce gave you a slight smile before resting his cheek against his knee, letting his hands fall down around his ankles.
You let out a laugh, surprised over the sudden compliment. "I'm not sure", you shrugged. "I just spent a lot of time alone as a kid, I guess. You pick up hobbies like that when you're by yourself. For me, books and languages were easier than people."
Jayce's smile faded into something softer. Not pity, just something gentle.
"I understand." He spoke in a soft, low voice. "Although for me people were easier. Books, and especially languages though? Not so much."
You let out a small chuckle. "Then why on Earth did you pick german?"
As soon as those words left your lips, Jayce blushed. The warm shade of scarlet spread around his face, giving away his emotions with ease. Your eyes widened with surprise, but you made sure to fix your face before Jayce could notice your sudden expression.
"I don't know", he stuttered, avoiding eye contact. "I guess I just wanted to see if I could do it."
That last sentence hung out in the air longer than expected. Like it had some other meaning you weren't quite sure how to interpret. Maybe you were reading too much into it, you weren't sure.
Wait, no. Could it-- wait.
The sudden realization hit you like a fire truck.
That's why Jayce had been so nervous.
For a moment, you locked eyes with him. It was as if you saw him with an entirely different set of eyes. It all made sense now-- The stuttering, the stumbling. How it all had seemed to have started with you.
You let out a small breath, something raw and unfiltered, something akin to a small 'huh'. Jayce looked up at you, his eyes making him look like a puppy who had just been yelled at.
You weren't blind, nor were you one to bullshit-- Jayce was fucking attractive.
Though it felt as if you had only realized that just now. It made your chest tight, your skin tingle. It's not like Jayce had confessed his love to you, he didn't need to. You felt like an idiot for not noticing sooner.
"Jayce", you started, your voice soft, careful.
You were approaching the bird.
Jayce sat still. His cheek still against his knee, a deep shade of scarlet continuing to stain his skin. He looked up at you, a sense of yearning conveying from his gaze. How desperately he wanted you, not daring to break the silence that had fallen between you.
Words weren't needed, you knew. You could see it in him, the desperation. The shame.
Fuck me, you thought. Forgive me, Jayce.
You put aside your laptop without looking away from his eyes. You watched as they changed from an expression of surprise to disbelief as you moved in closer. It was almost comical, the way you could see it in his face how he was trying to remember if he'd hit his head and how hard.
You leaned in, closing the space between you two. You pressed a soft, gentle kiss on his lips, with your hand curled under his chin.
Jayce froze for a split second, like his brain had stalled trying to process what was happening. You pressed another, more firm kiss against his mouth, now pressing your body against his, softly pulling his knees open to let you in. He shyly moved his legs, letting your bodyweight push him on his back on the soft carpet.
When you finally pulled away, just an inch or two, your hand still lightly holding his chin, his eyes were wide. Searching. Like he was afraid this wasn’t real.
“Is this--” he started, voice shaking slightly.
You smiled, thumb brushing gently over his lower lip. “It is.”
He blinked. Then laughed softly, the kind that barely made a sound. “You're a good kisser.
You leaned back a little, giving Jayce room to breathe, smiling. You took in the sight, suddenly noticing how beautiful he looked under you. His hair spilling on the carpet, his skin flushed and hot. His chest rising and falling with every breath he took. His hazel eyes, still fixated on you, your face, your body.
"You're so pretty, Jayce." You murmured, softly caressing his jaw and neck with your fingers.
A silence settled between you again, but this time it was warm. Comfortable.
When Jayce finally broke the silence, his voice was quieter. “So… should we still work on that analysis?”
You grinned. “Maybe later.”
And this time, when he smiled, it wasn't a nervous one. It was the smile of someone who had just been given the one thing they desperately needed.
Jayce was still looking at you, afraid to move, afraid the moment might shatter if he did. But you didn’t want slow anymore. Not with the way your heart was pounding in your chest.
So you leaned in again.
This time, it wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t about not scaring the bird anymore, for the bird had already surrendered. The kiss was certain, determined. Jayce responded almost instantly, as if he'd been holding back something, and your kiss had just torn off the shackles. His hands finally moved, brushing against your arm before curling around the back of your neck, pulling you in closer.
The kiss was hotter now, hungrier, Jayce's lips parting slightly against yours. Something small escaped his parted lips, a sound that made something warm twist in your lower stomach. You opened your mouth to slide your tongue in, your fingers tangling into his hair, tugging just a little, and the way he let out the smallest moan against your mouth told you he liked it.
You pushed your tongue in deeper, eager to taste him. Your hands still holding him, your cool skin contrasting against his hot body. Something had shifted, you could sense it.
No, you could feel it.
Pressed against your stomach was something stiff. It made your skin flush in return, your body beginning to feel warm. Jayce seemed to notice the shift in your demeanor, pushing his hips up so you could feel him better, desperate for more friction.
"Fuck, Jayce", you moaned into his mouth, slowly sliding your hand down his torso, settling just over his hip bone. The sensation made Jayce shudder, his breath hitching.
You could feel yourself twitch in your pants, your dick stretching out the fabric. You slowly leaned forward, angling yourself just between his legs, and thrusted.
The feeling of your cocks pressing against eachother made Jayce yelp. He instinctively bucked his hips, feeling himself spurt out precum against his boxers. He held on to your neck, as if afraid you would let go and float away.
He still couldn't believe this was real. You, him, in his room, humping against eachother. The mere thought made him twitch, arch his back slightly out of pleasure. Warm, electric ripples washing over him every time you thrusted.
Soft whimpers formed in his throat, he was so focused on the sensation below his belt he almost forgot to respond to your kisses. Almost forgot to breathe.
You pulled back, breaking the kiss. The air in Jayce's room felt cold against your wet lips, and you struggled to keep them off his body.
"Fuck, you turn me on", you murmured. "I can't." You withdrew from him, standing up from the floor, hands twisting in your hair, frustrated and horny.
Jayce's expression shifted to worry, and he quickly stumbled up. "Wait, what?"
You turned around, biting your lip. "I can't, Jayce."
"Why not?"
Jayce felt his stomach twist. Had he done something wrong? His mind started racing. Had he come off too strong?
"I can't, Jayce." You repeated, closing your eyes. "Stop, I mean. If we continue... I won't be able to stop."
Your words made Jayce's skin flush again, his dick painfully straining against the fabric of his jeans, begging to be released. He reached out with his hand, pulling you back in. He wrapped his arms around you, one hand slowly falling to rest on top of your twitching, aching cock.
"When did you hear me say I wanted you to stop?"
You spun around, yanking Jayce against you by his hips. The sudden move made him yelp out in surprise, his surprise soon fading into want.
You kissed him again, wet and sloppy. Practically eating his mouth, you pressed slick, fast kisses at his mouth, so fast he struggled to keep up. Wet sounds filled the room, along with the sounds rising from Jayce's throat, and your fast and ragged breathing.
You wanted him so badly.
"On your knees", you ordered between sloppy kisses. Jayce did as told, kneeling in front of you, looking up at you with eyes dark with lust. He watched as you fumbled with your belt, hurrying to take it off. You gave it one big tug, pulling it free from your belt loops and moved on to your zipper.
He rubbed your thighs, eyes now locked on your bulge, eager to see you bare.
You had barely pulled down your pants when Jayce put his mouth on you, eyes clouded with desire. You threw your head back, twisting your fingers in his dark hair, softly pulling at it.
"Fuck", you panted, feeling Jayce's warm lips wrap around your tip. He slowly sunk his head, his eyes fluttering closed as he took your cock in deeper until it touched the back of his throat.
You slowly moved your hips forward, wanting to feel more of the pleasure that was Jayce's hot, wet mouth. You gasped, tugging at his hair, struggling to hold yourself steady.
Jayce pulled away, his mouth making a soft 'pop' sound. He looked up at you, pupils blown from pleasure.
You held his head still, with the other hand slowly traveling down the side of his face, your thumb grazing over his lips, pressing downward to enter his mouth.
God, he looked beautiful like that.
His skin flushed, his forehead glimmering with a light layer of sweat. His eyes dark with desire, his body trembling with want-- no, need.
The air in the room suddenly felt hotter, the only sounds being Jayce's ragged breath as he kept looking at you. You pressed your thumb deeper, pressing against his tongue, making Jayce's cock twitch behind the fabric.
You pushed your hips forward, pressing your tip against his lips, but pulling away as he tried to take you in his mouth.
"Open your mouth", you slurred, twisting your thumb to open Jayce's mouth wider. You rested your cock on his bottom lip, watching as you dribbled precum in his mouth. The sight of it heightening your desire, you barely being able to control your urge to shove your cock deep down in his throat.
As Jayce felt the warm, slightly salty fluid drip down on his tongue, he couldn't help but moan. You moved your thumb slowly, spreading it across Jayce's tongue as more and more trickled down into his mouth, making your movements slick and audible.
Jayce fluttered his eyes shut, and you decided you had had enough. You placed your hands on either side of his head, anchoring it in place. Before he could react, you thrusted into his mouth, earning a surprised moan from him.
You kept thrusting, feeling your tip hit the back of his throat with every thrust, listening to Jayce moan and gag, huffing and whimpering around your cock.
"Ah, fuuuck", you moaned, your mouth agape, watching as you sunk into his mouth over and over again. "That feels so good baby, I love how you take my cock--"
You felt a buzz on your skin, every thrust sending in a jolt of electricity through you. Jayce's mouth felt so good. You tugged at his hair, angling his head, and shoved your cock down, deep, until you felt his throat give out and your tip slid in.
It felt like a drug, a feeling of pure ecstasy washing over you as Jayce's throat contracted around you. He quickly pulled his head back, gagging and coughing, spit rolling down his chin and pooling on the floor.
Without a word, Jayce opened his mouth again, letting you push back in. You let out a deep, low moan as you moved, your heart pounding.
"You're such a good boy", you murmured, earning a whimper from Jayce. "You like that? You like being called a good boy?"
Jayce nodded, rapidly blinking as you fucked his throat, making his eyes tear up.
"Mhm, baby", you moaned breathlessly. "I love how you take my cock so well, so deep. Your mouth feels so good baby, you're so good. So good."
Jayce shuddered at your words, tears now falling down his cheeks as you kept pounding his mouth, making him gag.
"Oh, fuck," you groaned, watching Jayce struggle around your cock, strings of spit stretching from the sides, making your muscles twitch out of pleasure.
"I want you to touch yourself", you murmured, slowing down to give Jayce the opportunity to unbutton his jeans.
He pulled back, gasping for air. You watched as his chest heaved up and down, how he was out of breath purely from getting fucked in the mouth by you.
He hurriedly unbuttoned his pants, shoving them down his thighs to reveal his aching, dripping cock.
"I want to see it, c'mon."
Jayce leaned back on his knees, spreading his thighs and planting down his hand for support. With his other hand, he wrapped his fingers around the base, whimpering out of pleasure.
"I-I can't-- I'll cum", he panted, gently squeezing.
You believed him. You didn't think you'd ever seen a man so desperately hard before, his cock almost purple. You chuckled at the sight of the pathetic man in front of you, desperate for a release.
"Oh yeah? Would you like me to finish you off?"
Jayce snapped his eyes back to you, his gaze practically a plea. "Y-yes, please.."
"On your bed, then", you flicked your head towards the bed, as an order. Jayce swiftly climbed to his bed, laying on his back, spreading his thighs as you kneeled in between them.
Jayce watched eagerly as you adjusted, eyes glimmering with desire. You pressed your hand beside him, the other guiding your cock.
He closed his eyes, fully expecting the pain that would follow you entering him. Instead, he was surprised to feel your wet, slick cock against his.
"Oh my god", Jayce gasped, gripping the sheets. The feeling of velvety skin dragging against his was almost too much for him to handle, he had to really focus not to spill right away.
"That feel good?" You grunted, holding both your cocks in your hand, moving your hips in sync.
"Muh," Jayce slurred, letting his head roll from side, writhing in pleasure, his chest feeling like it was about to explode. His lower stomach felt like it was on fire, and he desperately tried to rock, to hump, to do anything to respond to the immense amount of pleasure.
You pressed down harder, Jayce's spit and your precum making your grinding wet and audible, the sounds of your filthy love-making filling the room.
Jayce couldn't hold it in anymore. He grabbed your wrist and squeezed tightly, his entire body convulsing. He squeezed his eyes shut, his mouth wide open, choking out a series of desperate, filthy moans. He threw his head back as he felt hot, thick strands of cum splatter on his stomach and chest, running down his shaft and your fingers.
"Ah, shit", you hissed, spreading Jayce's seed on both of your tips with his palm, making Jayce scream out. He bucked his hips desperately, the stimulation sending his already sensitive cock into overdrive. You glanced down, watching as his cum had coated you, providing extra lubrication for your grinding.
Jayce kept twitching, his face bright red, a dew strands of damp hair stuck to his forehead, his body already beginning to tense up.
"W-wait!" Jayce choked out, but it was already too late. He tugged hard at the sheets, arching his back and grabbing everything within arms reach as he came a second time. He screamed, violently thrusting his hips against your cock, trying to make the almost overwhelming pleasure last.
Just as he'd gained enough sanity to become aware of his surroundings again, you grabbed his hand, guiding it to your cock, still hard and red, leaking precum all over Jayce.
Jayce wasn't sure what was hotter, watching your cum-covered cock slide back and forth in his hand, or feel it squelch and twitch as he roughly jerked you off.
"Oh, yes, just like that, good boy", you moaned, thrusting against his hand, your abs convulsing as you neared your orgasm. "Tighter-- oh fuck."
Jayce felt his cock twitch as an attempt to get hard again. He wondered how much more blood could pool to his groin-- he had been harder than he'd ever been. And possibly the hardest he'll ever be.
"Hard-- again?" You moaned, still thrusting, using Jayce's hand to pleasure yourself. "God, I love you. I can't wait to fuck your brains out."
Jayce leaned in forward, pulling you in for a wet kiss. You let him dominate your mouth this time, feeling his tongue sloppily swirl around yours, making something firey twist in your stomach.
"Fuck, Jayce", you gasped between kisses. "I'm gonna-- Fuck--"
"Do it on me," Jayce moaned into the kiss. "I want you to cum on me. Cover me with it."
You nearly bit Jayce's tongue as you shoved hard against his hand, shooting steaming white ropes of cum all over his stomach, mixing into his own just moments earlier. You spasmed against him, your breath ragged against his as he milked out your orgasm.
"Oh my god", you breathed as the last drops dribbled out of you. You took in the sight below you, memorizing every aspect of it.
Jayce, covered in semen, his skin damp from sweat. His cock a screaming red color, hard and twitching, eager to be touched. You bit your lip, your face slowly turning into a grin.
"Aren't you a nasty one", you chuckle, lowering yourself to lie down next to him. "Would you cum a third time?"
"Possibly", Jayce murmured, turning his head to face you. He planted a soft kiss on your lips, his hand travelling up your torso, stopping to caress your nipple.
You leaned into the touch, closing your eyes to savor it.
There was a long silence, during which both of you took turns caressing, petting eachother, kissing tenderly. You looked into his hazel eyes, now clear, filled with love and longing. You cupped his cheek, pulling him in for a yet another kiss.
"What does this mean?" Jayce asked once you parted, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I don't know yet, but we have plenty of time to figure that out."
You pressed another kiss on his lips. Jayce hummed into it, still running his fingers against your skin, making you shudder.
I can’t draw all week but I can make my contribution nevertheless
Supposed to be day 3 commune AU but I’m late for the party as always ~
Full pic on my twi
You love to get up to no good with Jayce, even though you already have someone at home.
[includes: cheating, dirty talk, car sex, name calling, slutshaming (kinda?), breeding]
Fuck.
There you were, once again, involved with Jayce.
This is the last time, you told yourself. Just like you had told yourself last time. And the time before. Probably the last 5 times.
But you just couldn't help it. You couldn't resist Jayce's smell, his muscular frame. His sharp canines as they sunk into your flesh. His talented fingers. His big cock.
You felt intoxicated. Drunk off his scent. That expensive cologne he knew you loved, that he would wear whenever you were with him. Paired with it, his natural musk, crawling from underneath the cologne as he sweated, making you go stupid.
Jayce grunted as he pulled you closer on the driver's seat, sinking deeper inside you, stretching you out. You couldn't help but moan at the feeling of him filling you up, pressing thickly against your cervix.
You propped up your legs on either side of the seat, holding on to Jayce's wide shoulders with you hands. He slid his hands underneath your ass, supporting you on his lap and guiding your body.
"God, you're beautiful", Jayce moaned, holding eye contact. "He ever say that to you? He ever tell you how beautiful you are?"
You threw your head back in pleasure, not answering him.
Right. Your boyfriend . Truthfully, you didn't want to think about your boyfriend. You didn't want to remember you even had one, not now. If he knew you were cheating on him-- You shuddered mentally.
You and your boyfriend had been dating for 4 years now, since high school. You went to prom together. He was the guy you gave your virginity to. The guy who--up until you met Jayce--you thought you were going to marry.
There was nothing really wrong with him. He didn't beat you, he didn't yell at you. He remembered important dates. He brought you flowers. Texted you good morning. Generally a good guy, one would suppose.
Jayce leaned in to kiss you, slid his tongue between your parted lips. He twirled his tongue against yours, hungrily tasting your mouth. You let him dominate your mouth, take you by force. You loved it, and Jayce knew it.
But being with Jayce was exciting.
He made you feel confident. Sexy. Arousing. He got your head spinning with little effort. Nothing like you'd ever felt before.
You'd make an effort for him. Wear a little makeup, dress cutely. Put on heels for him. He loved you in those.
And you loved it. The butterflies in your stomach as you got ready for him, having lied to your boyfriend about spending a girls' night. What an idiot. You were nowhere near any of your girlfriends' houses. No, you were on the driver's seat of Jayce's Mercedes, with his cock throbbing deep inside you.
Wet sounds filled the grey car as you bounced on his lap. He broke the messy kiss to watch as he slid in and out of your wet, tight cunt.
"Ah, fuck", Jayce gasped. He rocked his hips against yours the best he could, given that there was not much space. He pulled his hand back, bending his wrist to reach for your swollen clit.
You sucked in air sharply as he pressed his thumb against it, slowly rolling it in circles. You felt like your skin was on fire, and you instinctively grinded against him, in sync with his movements.
Jayce thrusted against you, holding you down with his other hand. You swear you could feel him in your stomach, how his thick cock slammed inside you, over and over again, making you crazy.
"Fuuuuck", you panted, beginning to feel a knot tighten in your lower stomach. "I-- I'm close."
"Fuck, you're such a slut", Jayce groaned, earning a small whimper from you. "I can't believe you're letting another dude fuck you like this, to get you cumming. Fuck."
"Mhm", you murmured. His words made your insides hot. "I'm a slut for you, Jayce."
Jayce sped up his pace, pounding against your sensitive spot, making you cry out in ecstacy.
He watched as your slick trickled down his shaft, wetting his body hair, pooling at the base of his cock and forming sticky strings as you moved.
You could see it on his face, a wave of pleasure washing over him, making him shiver.
"You like what you see?" You whimpered, you voice barely audible over the filthy, wet squelching.
"Ah, fuck-- Yes ", he moaned in response.
Jayce pulled back, locking his eyes with yours. They were dark with desire, pupils blown from pleasure. "Shit, you feel so good. I love fucking you like this, like the slut you are. Bouncing on another man's cock, and you love it. "
You shuddered in pleasure, your walls tightening, practically milking his cock. He let out a low, gravelly moan, his entire body burning. You were a mess, sloppily bouncing, moaning, wet sounds from your pussy filling up the car.
"You gonna cum?" Jayce growled, still rubbing your clit. You nodded, unable to form words as the feeling of him both pounding your sweet spot and pleasuring your clit was starting to become too much. You pathetically bounce, grind and roll your hips, desperately chasing your orgasm.
Jayce was about to cum too, you could feel it by the way his thrusts got sloppier, his breathing reducing to shallow gasps. You could feel his cock throbbing against your wall, dragging out your pleasure.
"Oh, fuck, Jayce-- Ah I can't--" You practically scream out, waves of pleasure washing over you as you convulse on Jayce's cock, riding out your orgasm on his lap.
You cumming was the last straw for him, and he could no longer hold back his own climax. With a series of low, raspy moans, he slammed his cock deep inside you, filling you up with his cum.
You sat in silence for a moment, catching up your breaths, with Jayce still inside you, his cum slowly dribbling out. Your pussy pulsating, your clit swollen and sensitive.
"You know what I want to happen next?" Jayce finally says, a smirk forming on his face.
"What?"
"I want you to go home, and sleep next to your boyfriend with my cum still inside of you."
[includes: pegging , rimming (m receives) bdsm elements, kinky :3 reader is pretty sadistic (no pain though), mention of anal fingering, strap, dirty talk, pet names, degradation, jayce is a mess <3 reader is v jealous teehee]
in the public, jayce talis is a brilliant, strong man.
in the sheets, jayce talis is your little submissive toy.
You tapped your fingers at the edge of your drink. A small feeling of fire growing inside you, for Jayce had the audacity to flirt with a woman right in front of you.
You hated parties, you disliked big crowds and most of all, preferred to have Jayce all to yourself.
Your grip on your drink tightened as you saw Jayce laugh at something the woman had said. She was pretty, you thought. Not as pretty as you, though, and that angered you even further.
Where the hell does he get off flirting with women uglier than you?
You downed the rest of your drink. The sting of alcohol in your throat just fueled you. It seemed you had to show him who he was messing with, again. You walked up to him, confidently.
"Jayce, a word please." You shot a glare at the woman, who just looked away as if she knew what was about to happen.
"Oh?" He turned to face the woman. "Please excuse me."
Before the woman could respond, you grabbed his hand firmly and led him away from the party, upstairs to his apartment. You gestured him to go inside, and he did.
"You took me quite far away for just a word, dear", he said, turning to face you as you pulled the door shut behind you.
"You know very well what this is about", you growled, taking a predatory step towards him.
"Do I?" He asked, a bratty smirk forming on his face. "No, I don't think I do."
You grabbed his belt loops and yanked him closer, crashing your hips together hard. It caused a small, needy moan to escape his lips. You felt his dick hardening against your groin, and all of a sudden everything made sense.
"You little shit, you did that on purpose."
Jayce let his head dip down at your neck, breathing in your scent.
"Did what?" He murmured, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I don't have any idea what you're talking about."
"Yes you do. You're mine, and it's about time you got that, you arrogant shit."
You curled your fingers under Jayce's chin, lifting his face away from your neck. You attacked his mouth with your lips, earning a surprised moan from him.
You kissed him hungrily, wanting to show him who he belonged to. That he had no business flirting with other people, especially right in front of you.
You spun him around, pushing him firmly towards the bedroom, more precisely his bed. And as you walked, you shed off his clothing one by one, until only his underwear remained.
Once the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, he sat down with this legs spread. You glanced down, seeing his dick needily twitching in his boxers, his precum having stained the front of them.
"I love you", he choked out.
"I know", you responded, now taking off your own clothes. "Now be a good boy and get on all fours."
A small whimper fell from his lips, and he quickly did as told. He bit his lip and looked back at you, knowing what was going to happen next.
"Please", he begged, almost trembling with desire.
You almost stopped yourself. You thought about it, but decided against it, it would've been too cruel. Though it wouldn't have been beneath you, to get Jayce riled up and then just leave him like that, hard and dribbling, flushed and shaking.
Finally, after what seemed like decades to Jayce, you grabbed the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to expose all of him.
Jayce almost panted out of need, his skin flushed and eyes dark with desire.
You leaned in, pressing a kiss and bite mark on his ass, caressing him with your hands. He bucked his hips out of instinct, now actually trembling.
"Oh my god, please", he pleaded, his voice nothing but a whimper.
You decided to comply, and pressed your tongue hard against his entrance.
He yelped and jolted forward, not expecting such force. He cried out in pleasure at the feeling of your mouth on him, rocking against you and leaking precum all over the sheets.
You moaned against him, making sure he heard it, earning more whimpers from him; Jayce loved hearing you enjoying him.
"You like that?" You hummed between laps and kisses. "You like it when I touch you here, like this?"
"Yeah-- Yeah I do", Jayce moaned breathlessly. "I love it, please-- please don't stop."
You smirked against his skin. He was unraveling. Already? You thought, how pathetic.
You withdrew your face from him, but wrapped your fingers around his cock and began pumping, much to Jayce's delight. But that delight soon turned into mortification.
"And this? Oh, I know you love it. You like me milking you like this, hm?" You smirked, enjoying the sight of Jayce's skin flushing to a deeper red.
You knew Jayce would find these questions humiliating, but you also knew he loved it. His ever increasing moaning and thrusting proved it.
"Pretty boy, you ready to cum already? You wanna bust all over these sheets?"
Jayce nodded eagerly before burying his face in the mattress.
An evil thought crossed your mind, and this time you decided to act on it. Jayce had been flirting with another woman, after all. And up until now, everything has been almost a reward.
You decided it was punishment time.
Jayce moaned and thrusted desperately in your hand, begging for a release. Just as his thrusting became sloppy, at the final stroke to push him over the edge...
You gave one more stroke, and then let go.
Jayce screamed out loud, but his scream soon turned into wailing.
He shot his seed helplessly on the sheets, but without the convulsing. Without the throbbing, without the pleasure.
Without an orgasm.
"What the fuck? Why did you do that?" Jayce cried out. Actually cried. Sobbed.
You almost felt pity, watching tears fall down his cheeks. You smugly flipped him over on his back. Jayce was a mess, a hot mess.
"Oh my baby boy", you cooed. "Did you forget why we're here? Did you think I would reward you for behaving like that?"
Jayce lied down on the bed, wiping away his tears. "I'm sorry... It won't happen again, I promise."
You smirked at him. "I know it will. That's why I still have one thing for you."
A flicker of fear could be seen from Jayce's eyes. You cupped his cheek and gave him a soft kiss on his lips.
"No, it's not another ruined orgasm."
You got up from the bed and pulled out a box from under his bed, a box in which you keep your toys. You opened it and pulled out a familiar looking toy.
"Wait... Is that--?"
"Yes it is." You held up the silicone toy smugly. "I had it custom made, modeled after your cock. And I'm going to fuck you with it."
Another needy whimper escaped from Jayce. His dick made an effort to spring up again, eager to have another chance.
"Would you like that?"
Jayce nodded, blushing.
After a little preparation, lube and fingering, Jayce was back into gear.
You had him om his back under you, his cock twitching and dribbling, his chest heaving with want.
You adjusted your strap, and positioned yourself on top of Jayce. Slowly but surely you slid in, making him groan in pleasure.
"That feel good, baby?" You hummed, earning an eager nod from Jayce. "Just tell me if it hurts."
You slowly sped up the pace, making sure to study his face for any sign of discomfort but saw none. Instead, what you saw was a face of pure ecstacy.
Jayce's eyes were half closed and rolled back, his skin a deep red with a few sweaty hair strands sticking to his forehead. His mouth was agape, and he let his whole head loll to the side.
Desperate, filthy moans left his mouth. The filthiest you had ever heard from this man, or anyone for that matter.
The sight was too much for you, you could feel your slick beginning to run down your thighs as you pounded into him.
"Feels-- ugh, so good--" He managed to choke out between your thrusts.
"Oh yeah? You like being fucked by your own cock? Nobody's ever fucked you like this, yet you take it so well, darling", You breathed out, thrusting deep and hard into him. "You like your own cock? I want you to say it."
Jayce arched his back at your questions, covering his mouth with his hand to muffle out some of his pathetic moaning.
"I want you to say it ", you repeated, gently taking his wrist to remove his hand from his mouth.
"Y-- Yes, I like to be f-- fucked-- by my own cock, oh my god ", Jayce couldn't control it, he was about to spill again. He grabbed his rock hard dick, squeezing at the base in a desperate attempt to stop himself from cumming.
"You gonna cum? I wanna watch you shoot all over yourself, c'mon", You groaned, which was enough to send Jayce over the edge.
His entire body seized up before exploding into convulsions. He threw his head back, practically screaming out a series of moans. Hot splashes of cum landed all across his stomach and chest, some even landing on his neck and chin. He didn't even know he was capable of cumming this much, this hard.
You caressed him through the aftershocks before pulling out and lying next to him on the bed.
"Babe, you didn't cum at all", Jayce exclaimed. You shushed him.
"This was not really about me, I just wanted to fuck you senseless. Did I succeed in fucking you senseless?" You dragged your finger against the skin on his arm and pressed a kiss on his shoulder.
"Well, shit, yeah ", Jayce breathed out.
"Then I did what I wanted. Now let's go, they're probably wondering were we went at the party." You smiled.
(masturbation, pillow humping, jayce is a horny pathetic virgin :3)
jayce talis is a man of simple pleasures.
he loves the smell of a hot meal, the tanginess of red wine on his tongue. a cool breeze on a hot summer day, a cold sip of sparkling water after a good workout.
but there’s just something about the feeling of cool, silk sheets pressed against his skin after a hot shower. he loves it, he finds it soothing and it makes him feel safe.
but what he really loves are the cool silk sheets paired with his aching cock.
Jesus fucking Christ, Jayce thought to himself. This is really bad.
Jayce’s ears were burning up. If someone were to walk in on him now… Jayce didn’t even dare to imagine.
Even though he knew no one were to walk in his bedroom at this hour, and he had made sure to lock his door well beforehand, he couldn’t help but to feel like a teenage boy about to get caught.
Sweat dribbled down from his forehead and hit the pillow underneath him, staining it darker. His entire body felt hot, and he closed his eyes out of embarrassment.
Part of him tried to convince himself that humping pillows was the most normal thing ever, but a bigger part of himself knew he was being pathetic. To be a pillow-fucking virgin at his age? Embarrassing.
“God fucking dammit”, he moaned out loud, and pressed himself hard against his bed, against his pillow.
Shit, he thought. He knew he was going to spill. Alone in his room, against one of his very expensive silk pillows, like a fucking teenager. He hissed through gritted teeth. Fuck, it felt so good.
He pressed his hand on his cock, angling it between his hand and the edge of the pillow. He thrusted hard against it. He couldn’t help but moan at the sound of his dick squelching under his hand, slick from his precum and sweat.
Jayce couldn’t take it anymore. He threw away the pillow, and swiftly changed his position.
Now with his back on the sheets, he grabbed his dick, and with his other hand, palmed his sensitive, swollen tip.
He threw his head back, he was really close. Loud moans escaped his open mouth. He felt his drool roll down his cheek, but he didn’t care; the sensation of his palm felt too good.
Jayce had to cum, he just had to.
He moved both of his hands up and down his shaft, desperate for release. His eyes were watering, his mouth agape, his moaning and whimpering echoing around the room. Wet sounds from his hands, his precum dribbling down his shaft and pooling at the base of his cock.
With one final stroke, he rolled his eyes back and cried out. Thick, hot ropes of cum pulsated out of his cock, landing all across his stomach and chest. He bucked his hips at his hand, milking out the rest of his orgasm, shaking and moaning, covered in his own mess.
He breathed through the aftershocks, staring at his ceiling. A wave of guilt and embarrassment washed through him, as he knew he would not and could not stop.
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