𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩. the closer you and jayce become, the faster things are heating up— literally.
𝐟𝐭. dbf!jayce talis x fem!reader
𝐰𝐜. 6.4k
𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬. modern au || first time meeting, sfw, mention of sexual content tho, still mdni, slow-burn, age-gap, jayce is in his early 40s, reader is 21(+), jayce is always a gentleman, sexual tension, no use of y/n, profanity used, jayce does a lot of touching, a game of footsie, personal space what personal space, mutual pinning, mutual teasing/flirting, jayce is a professional yearner
𝐚/𝐧. the ending is kinda meh on this one but i hope you enjoy!(also if you’d like to be tagged in any future updates, just lmk!)
Wednesday.
The last few days had been…bearable. Even when you had to “work” on your week off or listen to your dad tell the same college stories over and over again, it was fine. And a small part of you knew exactly why but you weren’t going to say it; didn’t want to jinx it.
The events of Tuesday played in your mind like a loop, every chance it got when you stopped moving or doing any task; Jayce’s hands against yours, the easy conversation, the soft glances, the hidden confession. Any time your mind wandered back to the day before, a sickly sweet feeling would burn beneath your skin. Butterflies fluttered and danced in your lower stomach, not helping you in the slightest— all they did was make you jumpy. Excited and giddy at the thought of bumping into Jayce…and more importantly, getting the chance to continue the events of yesterday.
But it wasn’t the best time to be thinking about everything that had happened between you and Jayce, not when you were out running errands with your mother.
“So,” your mom interrupts into your latest play-by-play of yesterday. “Your dad wants something red. Look out for any red party stuff.” She adds, shuffling through a stack of celebratory cards.
You nod in response, searching for a table cloth on a nearby shelf with stacked fabrics stuffed into it. You're a few minutes into searching for some red cloth when your mom steps beside you and speaks up again.
“You and Jayce seem to be getting along well.” Your mom comments.
You jerk your hand away from the fabrics you had previously been looking through, as if they’ve suddenly burned you, knocking a few of them free of their home on the shelf. The fabric tumbles to the floor below and you rush to hurriedly clean them up.
“What, uh, do you mean?” You blurt, bending down to gather up the spilled fabric. You nervously pull the fabrics into your arms before stuffing them haphazardly back into the layers sitting on the shelves; silently apologizing to whoever would have to fix your mess later.
You wonder if she’s seen something you tried hard to cover up. Or did Jayce say something to her, before ever saying anything to you? Was it just that obvious?
“You know your dad and I were worried about you sharing a room,” your mom sighs, helping you fix the pile you messed up. “But it seems like you and Jayce get along fine.” She declares, proudly speaking of you…as if she had expected from the beginning that you wouldn’t get along with him.
You sigh a breath of relief. Your shoulders relax as you realize it wasn’t something else, just her worries about your shared room.
“Yeah, everything is fine,” you reply, trying your hardest to mask your anxiety that had skyrocketed and has now crash landed. “No need to worry.”
She takes your word for it, nodding with a smile before turning to continue on down the aisle, leaving you with sweaty palms and a racing heart.
After finding the last minute things your dad had wanted, you and your mom don’t delay in returning home. It was nerve wracking, for you at least, but it wasn’t entirely a hassle to join your mom to the craft store. You’re only slightly annoyed now that you didn’t get to stop for coffee but it had been fine otherwise. Still, you looked forward to being back home…more so because that meant you would have the chance to be around Jayce some more. You were excited, up until you actually stepped foot into the house. Where you realize that Jayce is gone. You can’t help but hope that Jayce is just out on his own errand run and not avoiding you after his supposed confession from last night.
You slump just a little, setting down a few bags that were your moms and not your own, before going back and getting any bags left in your mom’s vehicle.
After squishing the disappointment of Jayce not being there, you just decide to busy yourself with more party work. Carrying all of the new supplies up to your old room. Somewhat proud of yourself as you’ve actually put the craft room to good use the last few days.
You work until your fingers begin to ache. Writing out the several index cards your mom planned to put up around the house to sort of be a guide for the guests going to attend. And just when you’re about to call it quits and put everything up, a knock on the doorframe startles you. You expect your mom to be at the door but when you look over your shoulder, you're greeted instead by Jayce.
You jump a little at the sight of him, excited chills running down your spine. You turn to face him, unable to stop the smile from spreading across your lips. You try to play it cool— as if you could around him— with a little wave. “Hey.”
Jayce smiles back, taking a step into the room and closer to you. And as he does, you notice that he holds two plastic cups in his hands.
“Hey,” Jayce greets, a timid smile on his lips and the start of a blush staining his cheeks. “I wasn’t sure if you liked coffee or tea, or if you’d want either, and since I didn’t know…I got what the lady at the counter recommended. I hope you like it.” Jayce rambles, extending a coffee cup towards you.
You take the cup from him, letting your fingers linger against his as you accept the gift, briefly glancing at the order written across the cup.
“Thanks,” you mumble, before taking a sip. Whether it was too sweet or not sweet enough, it didn’t matter; the caffeine was exactly what you needed. And it tasted even better coming from Jayce himself. Knowing he was thinking of you, even in the smallest of ways, it made your heart skip a beat. “This is perfect. I didn’t get to stop earlier for anything so…thank you.” You hum, appreciating the small gesture.
Jayce smiles big, pleased you didn’t hate what he had brought you, and nods in response. He glances quickly across your face before looking at the several bags of craft stuff laid out onto the desk.
“Need some more help?” Jayce asks sweetly. He doesn’t wait for your answer though as he drags the chair he had sat in yesterday beside you once again. He settles into the chair, setting his own coffee cup off to the side.
You try your hardest to keep from smiling too much. The giddy feeling beneath your skin because of his presence returns, making your entire body buzz with renewed energy. “Wouldn’t mind that at all.” You respond, reaching to dig inside the desk drawer for an extra pair of scissors, handing him the tool once you retrieve them.
“Do I owe you for the coffee?” You ask, making light conversation as you work.
“No, of course not. Your company is enough anyway.” Jayce replies—flirting— glancing in your direction.
You blush under his gaze but roll your eyes. “Maybe I should start charging you for my company if you enjoy it so much.” You sarcastically say, tossing a cut out party favor onto the desk, the beginning of the pile.
“Ha, ha.” Jayce fake laughs, stacking his own craft on top of yours. “You’d like that.” He teases right back.
You don’t answer him, fearing you’d say something that will make you look like an idiot, so you just smile in return.
And together again, you work on the party favors you and your mom had picked out. Jayce cuts out whatever you ask of him, while you two playfully chat. Messing around here and there, flirting, and ‘accidentally’ brushing hands when you both reach for the same craft.
You told yourself the entire time that he was just being nice. Or that deep down, he just really, really liked the attention. You weren’t going to let yourself believe that maybe he wanted more than playful banter. Not until he made the first move…if there ever was a first move to be made.
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After spending another afternoon with Jayce, time seemed to fly by. Before you know it; your coffee cup is empty, the party favors are entirely finished, and you have spent several hours just…talking with Jayce. Who spoke only when you didn’t and looked at you like you were the only thing in the entire room. And when he did speak, he mostly told stories about his own college days or things about his profession.
Sooner than you realize, it’s time for dinner. And while you and Jayce had worked in the craft room upstairs, your mom had fixed dinner, preparing a meal big enough for at least eight people. The strangest thing though, it didn’t feel like it was going to be a chore to eat around your parents. Not with Jayce sitting at the same table.
You take the time to help set the table for dinner before you find your usual spot. Suppressing your giddiness when Jayce sits next to you, since now you were no longer sitting alone with him in the craft room. With your parents present, the last thing you needed was to say something stupid in front of them.
You‘re quick to zone out on the conversation between your parents, it was mostly about the finishing touches to the party anyway, trying your best instead not to stare too long at the man beside you; it didn’t help when he was so damn handsome. It was almost unfair how handsome he was. Even at his age, even with the graying, he looked better than most guys your age ever could. And it drove you crazy.
You can’t help but think about all the events that have happened in the last few days once again. The flirting, the brushing of hands, the soft words Jayce spoke, did all of it mean something? Or was it again, just him enjoying the attention? You wanted to know but you weren’t sure if you could muster the courage to flat out ask him; not yet, anyway.
You worry your lip between your teeth, getting a terrible idea that could ruin whatever was between you two…or worse, get the two of you caught and possibly in trouble. But you wanted to push your luck— wanted to see his reaction.
Under the simple guise of shifting in your chair, you sneakily brush the side of your leg against Jayce’s. You lay enough weight against him, so he knows you’re doing it on purpose, while keeping your outward appearance uninterested. Even with you pretending that everything is normal, and that you’re not doing something that isn’t as innocent as it seems, your pulse pounds in your throat.
You linger against him for just a split second longer before moving your leg away and back underneath you.
You wait for just another second before you sneak a glance in his direction and it takes everything in your power not to smile or laugh at the sight of him. You can see the tension lining his shoulders that hadn’t been there before. He hides his mouth behind the palm of his hand, doing his best to also act as casually as he can while he listens to your dad ask him some kind of question you had no interest in.
You had been a mess, thanks to him, the last few days…this time, you wanted to see him fall apart for once.
You allow yourself to smile, just a little, pushing around the leftover salad on your plate, feigning to be listening to the conversation to keep up the act of your own casualness. You give it a few more heartbeats, before you push your luck again. You bump your knee against his, sliding your leg the length of his own before returning yourself back into your own personal space.
You don’t have to look at him to know he’s tense and straining against the table. But you steal a glance in his direction anyway, surprised to catch him already looking at you.
The second your eyes meet, Jayce gives you a small look that could only be read as a warning. And you so badly hope it’s a simple warning in the way that means; “we’re going to get caught” and not in the way of “you’re taking things too far”.
You look away at the same time he does. Your heart still races but no longer with anxiety but instead with the thrill of seeing him unravel. You turn your attention to the glass of water in front of you, taking it in your grasp as you settle back into your seat, returning to your uninterested state.
And you sit still, giving him the illusion that you were done playing footsie. Taking the time to converse with your mom as she asks you about any party stuff you might remember them needing. And after several minutes, when you think Jayce is comfortable again, you slide your foot across the back of his calf. Putting more weight behind your actions than the first time, wanting him to know you mean it. You press firmly against his leg, sliding down along the length of his calf until your foot catches the bottom cuff of his pants. You’re just slipping your foot beneath the pant leg of his sweatpants, brushing against his shin, when you get to enjoy the very visible shiver that passes through his shoulders. And for a moment, you think Jayce might melt beneath your touch with how red the tips of his ears shine.
Good. You wanted to see it happen; wanted to see him want you just as badly as you do, while being unable to do anything about it. But when you trail your eyes along his handsome face, expecting to get a solid, stern look thrown in your direction at any second, but no. This time, Jayce doesn’t glare at you.
He acts.
He leans back in his chair, hands slipping under the table and out of sight. Where he moves to lay a hot, heavy hand against the thick of your thigh. He squeezes it, as gently as he can—with what little restraint you assume he has—as his warning instead. Then as quickly as it comes, he removes his hand and takes it back into his lap.
The motion stops you entirely. You bite down on the inside of your cheek, rougher than you meant too. You retrieve your foot and sit stiff as a board inside your seat while continuing to play pretend that everything is fine.
If there ever was a time you thought maybe you’d pass out, it would be right then and there. It was fun to tease him, until he put you in place.
The memory of his touch lingers on your skin while the not-so-innocent thoughts you had yesterday return in a flash of heat.
A single touch. That’s all it took to turn you into a goddamn mess.
The flirting, spoken under his breath was one thing; passive compliments spoken quickly enough to leave you wondering if there was any truth behind them. But touching? And touching somewhere so intimately? Yeah, that was an entirely different story.
The bare skin where he had grabbed burns in yearning for more. You swallow hard, digging your nails into the palms of your hands, trying to keep your breathing from becoming wild and chaotic as need begins to soothe beneath your skin.
You’re only relieved when dinner time is over. You’re the first to get up from the table. Shooting out of your chair so fast it leaves you a little dizzy—that’s because of Jayce— as you offer to help clean up. Assuming that if you busy your mind with cleaning up, it would distract you from thinking too hard about Jayce’s touch.
It doesn’t help.
Even after finishing cleaning up, you still can’t think straight. You needed to take a breather and calm down. It was bad enough to be doing something so risqué in front of others you shouldn’t have but for him to touch you so intimately too…you just needed to step away for a moment.
Leaving Jayce behind in the company of your parents, you go back to the spare room to change. Having packed your swimsuit for this exact reason; to relax in the pool or hot-tub when you found the time. And now was definitely the time. You sneak by the kitchen area, making your way outside to the backyard. Where you decide to take your mind off of…everything with a little late-night reading inside the hot-tub(instead of your usual spot in bed).
You lay your towel on top of the wooden table hanging off the side, putting your phone down right beside it before you climb into the hot-tub.
A deep sigh escapes your lips the second the warm water greets you. You stretch your arms and legs out, working out all your muscles to help yourself relax, before you slump back against the edge. Grabbing your phone from behind you and settling down to do some reading for the next few minutes.
And, thankfully, reading does help you take your mind off of things. You get lost into your book within the first chapter, and by the second and third, you’re totally enamored and forgetting the world around you. But by the fourth chapter, the sound of the back door sliding open catches your attention.
You look in the direction of the noise, expecting to see either your mom or your dad, but for the second time that day; you’re instead greeted by the sight of Jayce. He walks on the path leading to the hot-tub but freezes when he quickly realizes that he’s not alone.
Even in the night and from your spot in the hot-tub, you can see the faint red blush across his cheeks as he stares for a heartbeat too long, before looking away.
Your face probably matches his. Beat red and hot at seeing him after what happened at dinner. And now getting to see him in a bathing suit…you fear god might be testing you.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were out here.” Jayce says, nervously chuckling as he rubs the back of his neck. He keeps his gaze away from where you sit; finding an interesting rock to stare at instead, being as respectful as he could. “Your dad mentioned the hot-tub just a little bit ago, and I thought it would be nice to relax in, after—“ Jayce cuts himself off, another nervous laugh. “But I see it’s occupied and I’ll leave.” Jayce rambles, turning on his heel to walk back inside.
“No, wait!” You call after him, before you can really consider what you’re asking for, and he stops at the sound of your voice. “You can stay. I don’t mind the company.” You add, unable to stop your voice from cracking in desperation.
Jayce stands still. Both of you knew it probably wasn’t a good idea, especially after what happened under the table earlier, but like a siren's call; you always seem to be drawn to each other, no matter what.
“I’m just reading anyway.” You speak up again, hoping to convince him that you weren’t planning to tease him like you had at dinner. Really just trying to come up with anything that would get him to stay.
After everything, you still wanted to spend some alone time with him.
You watch him slowly turn back around. Watching the gears in his head turn as he contemplates the idea of staying. And after a few, painful seconds tick by, he finally decides on joining you, taking a step towards the hot tub. You can’t help but smile, scooting over just a little to the side he doesn’t stand by.
Jayce, somewhat shyly, mirrors your smile. His thumb brushes across his wrist, fidgeting, before he drops his towel next to the edge of the hot-tub. He grabs the hem of his shirt and every bit of blood rushes to your head before you jerk your head to look away. A blush settles on your face and you’ll be damned to say it’s anything but the heat from the water.
You force your eyes to stay glued to the screen of your phone as he enters into the other side of the hot-tub, listening to the water part to allow his body in. And you don’t look up, or over at him. You didn’t need to see his bare chest right then, it’d just make the throbbing worse.
You hear him sigh a sigh of relief as the water soothes his aching muscles. But the groan that follows sends a shock down your spine. You think of anything— math homework, your grandparents homemade pie, the coffee shop you want to go back to— anything but the sound he makes. Keeping your mind, and body, in check as he relaxes on the opposite side of the hot-tub. You’re just lucky there’s more space than you remember because god forbid if your knees touched again right now—
“Sore?” You blurt out, trying to break free from your racing thoughts, interrupting the brief silence between the two of you. You assumed he wouldn’t bring up what happened at dinner anyway, so you had to fill the space with something before you wanted more than just “company”.
Jayce chuckles, cupping up and rubbing warm water into his shoulder with one hand. “I have to remind myself I’m not young anymore. I can barely keep up with you.” He sarcastically sighs. You can hear the smirk in his tone.
You let the comment soak into your skin as much as the hot water does, something you would unscramble later when you were alone in bed. You half-ass chuckle, rolling your eyes at his statement. “You’re not that old.” You state in a matter of fact tone.
“Tell that to my shoulder,” Jayce laughs. You hear the rustle of him breaking through the water, finally glancing up from your phone to look over at him. You watch his strong hands smooth down his left knee, kneading into a large scar across his shin. “And my leg.” He hisses, rubbing out the tension that’s built up beneath the skin.
You can only imagine the lingering pain from such a massive injury, even as old as it looked. “What happened?” You ask before you can remind yourself how rude that sounded. Eternally, you are smacking yourself in the forehead with the palm of your hand. “Sorry, I’ve suddenly lost my manners.” You mumble, avoiding his gaze to try and hide from the embarrassment of being an ass.
“No, it’s okay,” Jayce replies, laughing softly as he lowers his leg back into the water.
The thought of him hiding it from you crosses your mind before you realize it's a ridiculous thought…you hope.
“It happened right after I turned thirty…it’s an old thing.” Jayce retells, eyes drifting off as he relives the moment of when and how he got the injury. He doesn’t say anything else about it but you watch with an attentive gaze as his fingers absentmindedly run over the scar across his knee once more.
Now you really feel like an ass for bringing it up.
You nod a little before falling quiet, turning your attention back to your book, now that you’ve finally calmed down but officially humiliated yourself. Where you swear you reread the same page at least three or four times before Jayce speaks up.
“What are you reading?” Jayce asks, curiously.
Well, at least you were right to assume he didn’t want to talk about what happened at dinner.
You clear your throat, straightening your shoulders out as he asks about your book. “Oh, it’s a novel.” You reply. You glance over in his direction while lowering your phone, debating whether or not to tell him what your book was about. Or if he’d even be interested in it. Your parents thought it was…childish but it was something you’ve enjoyed since you were a kid.
Seeing how well you and Jayce had been getting along these last few days, there was no harm in telling him. “It’s…a fantasy novel. Like, dragons and magic and stuff. It’s kind of lame, I know.” You admit with a small, nervous laugh.
Yet you would’ve thought you had just told Jayce he won the lottery with the way his eyes widen and light up at the mention of fantasy.
It makes your heart skip a beat.
He leans forward, lips tilting up with an infectious, cheerful smile. “I love fantasy! What’s the book? What’s it about?” He asks excitedly.
Your heart skips a beat. You pause for a second, thinking maybe he’s making fun of you but the glint to his eye says otherwise. You slowly smile, setting your phone down onto the wooden table beside the hot-tub before testing the water between the two of you as you scoot closer to him.
And when he doesn’t move away, you smile just a little wider. Oh, you would absolutely love to tell him anything and everything about your book.
So you do.
You and Jayce talk about the fantasy series you’ve currently been reading for what feels like hours. Surprisingly, Jayce has already finished the book the two of you talk about. But he’s still kind enough to leave out any and all spoilers as he speaks about the series. And god do his hazel eyes shine as he speaks about magic, wizards, and everything in between that he’s loved since he was a child too.
And somewhere in the middle of ranting about your favorite parts of the book, the things that you dislike, and what you want to happen in the next book; you and Jayce had moved closer together. Now, the two of you sit right next to each other. Shoulder to shoulder. Laughing together, joking around as Jayce badly imitates a character you both have a strong dislike for.
By the time you’ve finished laughing, your sides hurt. You really hadn’t expected to have such a good time while at your parents house. You had expected to be just a little bit miserable and annoyed with your parents by the end of the week so that when next Sunday came, you’d be relieved to go home. Now the feeling of dread lingers in the back of your mind…because a small part of you didn’t want Sunday to ever come. You wanted to sit right next to Jayce and laugh, flirt, talk, and accidentally bump knees together for just a little while longer— or forever.
But it was evident you also wanted a little more than just the friendly conversation. And with his own soft confessions and the mutual flirting; the thoughts and feelings you had tried hard to ignore were now slowly beginning to scream from within you.
More than ever now, all you wanted was to kiss him. To taste his lips on yours while you touched his chest and he held his hand against your back. You wanted to feel his hands brush against yours again. To feel the pads of his fingers grip your thigh once more like he had at dinner. You wanted him to touch you and kiss you back so badly you could almost taste it.
The sound of his dying laughter brings you back down to earth and away from your inner thoughts. You focus onto his handsome face again, having no idea how long you had been staring off into space.
You flush but play it off, smiling in his direction. “This is…really nice.” You hum sweetly.
“It is,” Jayce agrees with that charming smile of his. He lifts his arm out of the water to examine his now prune-like fingers. “The wrinkles, not so much.”
You laugh, just a little, nodding your head in agreement. Your fingers were also getting a little too pruney for comfort but that really wasn’t what was on your mind.
You were hyperaware of his skin touching yours now. His arm pressed heavy into your own while his knee and thigh brushed against yours every so often. Wondering if this is how he felt back at dinner when you enjoyed your little game of footsie.
You were a fool. Reading too much into things and believing that it was more than what it actually was— an accident. Just because you wanted more, that didn’t mean he did; and you had to remind yourself of that.
“Yeah,” you chuckle nervously, trying your best to keep calm the more your bodies touch. “We should probably get out.” You add, not even trying to disguise the sadness in your tone.
“I…don’t want to.” Jayce mumbles under his breath, shifting just ever so slightly to turn and fully look at you. No longer stealing sideways glances. He wanted to be heard, and seen.
His words surprise you. Yet they make your entire body feel hotter than the water has all night. You swallow hard. Briefly picking at something invisible that lays across your nails as you try to step lightly into what you think might happen.
“Me either…” you tentatively respond, dragging your gaze from the water and over to him. And when your eyes meet his once more, you swear he steals any and all air from your lungs. He’s even prettier if that were possible. The moon hangs behind him, creating a halo around his head. The soft ambient light from the hot-tub casts a sharp shadow across his handsome features.
The quiet that follows is almost suffocating. Both of you are sitting on edge, waiting for the other to move or speak first. Your desire to kiss him comes rushing back harsher than it had before. And although he doesn’t speak, his eyes confirm that you two share the exact same thought. One of you just needed to make the first move.
And this time, you weren’t going to let him slip away.
“Jayce…” You utter his name, softer than soft, and it’s enough to put everything into motion.
The world melts away. Nothing else mattered but the two of you in that moment. Like magnets, the universe pulls you two closer together. Both falling perfectly in sync.
In the back of your mind, you can’t help but wonder if you’re moving too slow or too fast. Fearing you might run into him with how eager you are to have him as your own. But when you’re inches away from his handsome face, you quickly lose the thought.
Your eyes match his, darting across his face to take in every detail now that the two of you were so close. You glance at his lips, up at his hazel eyes, back to his lips in rapid succession. Silently yearning for more and more until you feel his hand finally slide along the side of your neck, shifting to caress your jaw, thumb brushing across your cheek as he finally leans in closer to finally kiss you.
You close your eyes, brushing your fingers in turn against his forearm, gently grabbing onto his wrist. Guiding him closer and closer and closer—
But before the fireworks, before your lips fully connect—getting just the faintest brush— Jayce suddenly untangles. His hand jerks away. You open your eyes to watch as he scrambles to put space between the two of you. He shoots out of the water like he’s been bitten by something. A large, scarlet blush taints his cheeks as he looks anywhere else but at you.
“I! Uh,” Jayce stutters, breaking the energy built up around the two of you. Quickly coming to realization as to what just happened…or what was about to happen. “I think that’s enough relaxation for me tonight. I’m, uh, going to head to the room.” He chuckles awkwardly, hurrying to get out of the hot-tub.
You sit dazed. Staring at his broad back as he climbs over the ledge and bends down to grab his towel. You watch him half ass dry himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist.
You didn’t want to see him go; didn’t want to let him go. Not again.
“I’ll join you!” You blurt, standing up before you can even think about what you’re doing again— what you’re chasing after. You exit the hot-tub before he can protest. Gathering your things up in a rush to stand by his side.
Jayce doesn’t say a word but he waits for you anyway. A gentleman, despite the embarrassment growing between the two of you.
You didn’t know what to expect on the walk back into the house but it certainly wasn’t the unnerving stillness between the two of you. Especially after what happened. It’s quiet. Beyond quiet. The silence that hangs between the two of you is suffocating— but in the worst way possible now. It feels ice cold compared to the heat you had just experienced moments ago. And Jayce feels distant even when casually walking beside you or briefly holding the door open for you. Even the house was dead quiet. Your parents must’ve already gone to bed…which plays into your, and his, favor after the events that followed outside.
When the two of you get back to the spare room, Jayce doesn’t say anything as he heads for his large bag.
You do your best to pretend like everything is normal, fishing out a new change of clothes from your suitcase. You wanted out of this swimsuit— you wanted him to take it off— and a shower.
Jayce continues to stay quiet on his side of the room. The only sound that comes from either of you is the clothes you pull out of your respective bags.
You don’t know what else you were expecting to happen. You shouldn’t have been expecting anything at all, to be honest. And yet, a small part of you expected so much more.
You once again imagine kissing him. Lying in bed together, tender and soft, full of laughs while his hands lay secure across your body.
God, you just needed to forget it. Needed to put some space between the two of you, for the second time that night, so you could figure out what the hell was going on in your head. And heart.
The only problem is, when you turn to leave, so does Jayce. You both reach for the door handle at the same time. His hand lays heavy on top of yours. The contact makes both of you jump, jerking your hand away from each other.
“Sorry um,” Jayce fumbles, trying his best to clear the lump out of his throat. “I didn’t mean to just uh, wanted to shower…but after you. You go first.” He says with a gesture towards the door.
“You can use the shower up here. I’ll go to the one downstairs.” You say, trying to lighten the tension in his shoulders just a little bit. It doesn’t work. He nods to your words but he still seems…distant.
Your heart continues to sit in your throat but you do as he asks. You open the door first and head down the hall and make your right. You two part ways when he stops at the upstairs bathroom. The door shutting and locking behind you sends a nervous chill down your spine.
You make your way to the downstairs bathroom, squishing down the thought of ruining whatever you and Jayce had built up the last few days, all in a single moment. In fact, what was going on between you two? Sunday night you were causally forced to share a room together, now you were planning to make out in your parents hot-tub? Hoping for more like you were some horny teenager?
You shake off the thought, pushing into the downstairs bathroom. You strip and take your shower quickly but the shower doesn’t really help. Your mind races the entire time. You flip back and forth between ruining a relationship you didn’t know you needed and the image of Jayce above you.
By the time you’ve finished your shower, you think you’re worse off than before. Getting dressed in your pjs before heading back to the room. The shower still runs upstairs when you pass by it, so you just head to the room quietly.
Closing the door behind you, turning the lights off, you curl up into bed. You’d be concerned about sleeping with wet hair tomorrow, for now you’re more concerned about falling asleep before Jayce gets back to the room.
Several minutes of steady breathing and attempting to count sheep tick by until you finally feel the pull of sleep.
And just when you’re about to succumb to sleep, the sound of the door handle clicking jolts you awake. You know it’s Jayce but in a panic, you don’t know why, you pretend to be asleep. Staying tucked into the thick of your blankets, eyes closed, listening closely as Jayce enters the room. You give him the illusion that you were already asleep. It works. He doesn’t say anything— you’re not even sure if he would— while he just moves somewhere off into the room.
Seconds tick by and your heart beats hard in your throat. And just when you think he’s gone to bed, the warmth of fingers touch your face. He brushes some of your wet hair back and you have to bite your tongue to keep from flinching, or leaning into his touch, or doing something that’ll make everything a little worse. But just as quick as it comes, it’s gone. Jayce gently pulls his hand away, leaving you alone once more. “Dammit…what am I doing…” Jayce whispers under his breath, somewhere behind you.
You strain to listen to him as he moves away from your bed. Listening to him rustle the bed sheets around before getting into the pulled out futon and finally laying down to sleep.
Every single bit of your blood rushes hard and fast beneath your skin. Your mind begins to work overtime, trying so hard to figure out what he was doing and what he meant. Did he like you? Why would he freak out about kissing but then turn around and touch you so gently? Should you roll over and confront him? God, you wanted to kiss him, wanted him to hold you, wanted him to make you his. Did he feel the same?
|| Warnings; rough smut, praise kink, size kink, brat & brat tamer dynamic, swearing, fingering, choking, use of 'pet' nickname, reader receiving, slapping, hair pulling, orgasm
|| Summary; when Sevika gets home, she reminds reader who's in charge.
Requests closed!
Started; November 12th
Finished; November 12th
Anon Request; brat tamer Sevika
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When your girlfriend got home, it didn't take her long to have you on the bed. You easily complied, because your defiance would come later. And she knew that just as much as you did, so Sevika took the opportunity to tease you. A wolfish grin formed on her lips as she looked down at you. You who was between her legs as she hovered over your hips, her thighs squeezing against you to keep you put. Sevika knew you were a squirmer, so she kept you still.
"What? Not gonna run, pet?" The words fell from her lips like a spit. As if Sevika were taunting you. Taunting you into being a brat for her to tame. You grinned up at her, an almost sheepish smile. You made your first act of defiance. Escaping her thighs. Your legs moved so fast, it caught Sevika off guard for a moment. You scrambled away, only making it to the edge of the bed before her strong arms wrapped around your waist. Pulling you flush against her," no, you don't." She muttered, placing you back in the spot you'd been before. Only this time she sat right on your hips. Letting all of her weight hold your much smaller frame under her. While her hands pinned yours to the bed.
Sevika's hands were so much bigger than yours, that her palm could practically fit around your entire hand. Your cheeks turned bright red as you looked at her hand against yours. God, you just wanted Sevika's finger already. But you had to play with her a little more. Wanting her to just dominate you.
You tried to squirm and Sevika simply laughed, keeping you under her with ease as she leaned down. Her lips brushing against your ear," I got you. You're not strong enough to fight me," She murmured. The feeling of her breath sending vibrations through you. A small whimper left your lips when you nodded. Showing her that you would submit, but only long enough for her to let go of you and loosen herself up a bit. The moment Sevika did, you took advantage and got behind her. Shoving her down onto the bed with as much force as you could; little did you know she let you. Finding the whole thing incredibly amusing. She laughed. Adjusting herself under you so her back was to the bed. Her hands rested on your hips. Holding you in place again, only this time on top of her.
"Now what're you gonna do?" Sevika said with a grunt. Your hands came up to her throat and she looked a little surprised when you applied pressure.
"Taking back control," You smirked and she laughed. A full shoulder shaking laugh. Her hand wrapped around your wrist, easily getting you off her neck. Biting the inside of your palm in a way that made you whimper.
"That's cute, you think you can control me?" The words practically came out as a purr when she spoke and you shrugged. Grinning from ear to ear. "C'mere." She muttered, yanking you till you were flush against her again. A gasp left your lips when she pulled you. And your defiance melted when her lips latched onto yours. A kiss so searing you were sure your lips would be swollen. If not bruised. As Sevika kissed you, her prosthetic hand came down and slapped your ass. Making your whole body flinch and shudder. Your whimper being swallowed by her. Sevika broke the kiss before you could get your tongue in, biting your lip. Her eyes looked into yours. "You gonna be a good girl? Or do I have to slap you again?"
"I dunn-" It barely left your lips before she slapped your ass again. You whined and gripped her clothes until your knuckles turned white.
"What was that?" She muttered, you nodded. Trying to tell her that you'd listen this time. Only Sevika's hand gripped your chin, bringing you impossibly closer," words, pet."
"Y-yes-" You fumbled and she smirked. Seemingly satisfied enough with your response. She tossed you back down on the bed. Hands working to get all your clothes off. It didn't take her long, she practically ripped through them, murmuring some promise about getting you new clothes later. You just melted under her, letting her take full control. Besides, even you couldn't take the teasing anymore. Your pussy may as well have been dripping. And you could still feel the stings and tingles on your ass from where Sevika's hand met. You were sure there would be marks.
"P-please..." You begged, wanting to feel her fingers inside you. Your insides clenching around nothing. You gave her the most desperate look you could muster. Sevika smirked, more than enjoying the sight of you. Begging and pleading for her..
"Now you remember your manners, huh?" Sevika muttered, laying herself down on you. Her lips brushed your cheek this time when she whispered," I think I'll leave you to squirm a little longer. You know, punishment for earlier." You could feel her smirk against your skin. You couldn't help but whine in protest, reaching out to grab her clothes again and pull her against you. Kissing her in a desperate attempt to convince her. Convince her to let you have your way. Have her fingers. She let you kiss her, starting to give in to what you wanted. After all, Sevika wanted it too.
You kissed her and her fingers suddenly thrusted into you. Starting right off the bat with two fingers that she slipped into your wet folds. With surprising ease. She started slow, but that didn't last long. The moment Sevika hooked her fingers to reach your g spot, she pumped relentlessly. Never giving you a moment. This was part of your punishment for your earlier behaviour. She broke the kiss, hand coming down to grip your throat with her prosthetic. The cold metal sending shivers down your spine. Letting out series of moans that synced with her pumps. Every time Sevika hit your g spot, your moans got louder. More breathy. More whimpers.
"God, god- fuck-" You grunted, desperate pleas leaving your lips. Needing more. Which was exactly what she gave you. Sevika watched the way your body moved, how she practically had you bouncing from how hard her fingers went into you. The way your mouth was fixed open.. unable to anything but beg and plea for more through your moans. Sevika fucking loved it. Every single minute.
"Such a good pet, aren't you?" Sevika praised, her hand moving from your throat to your hair. Brushing it aside before she gripped it tight. Careful not to get it caught between the gears of her prosthetic. Your mouth hung open while you nodded. Desperate to please her. A total contrast from your earlier behaviour. In no time at all, you were cumming against her fingers. A scream leaving your mouth as the sensation flooded your body.
"Sevika-!" You screamed her name and her expression couldn't have been any more satisfied. Sevika's fingers slid out of you when you finished, panting for breath. Your eyes locked onto hers. She brought you into a gentle kiss, cold prosthetic fingers brushing your neck softly. Over the marks she had left there earlier.
"You did so good for me," Sevika muttered and you nodded. Completely spent. God, she really knew how to tire you out.
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