is it wrong of me to say that i think jayce(and viktor probably!) is sooooo into dry hü/mping? like especiallyyyyy when he’s had too much to drink, comes home all sluggish and far too hö/rny for his own good. the second he lays his eyes on you, he’s hugging you; kissing your neck while his hands grab your waist. probably mutters something sweet like “want you so bad right now.” into your ear as his hips shift, grinding the front of his body into the front of yours. he’s so needy and desperate— probably doesn’t even wait for a proper answer (you can’t say no to him anyway) before he’s pressing the strain in his pants against you. and he almost shamefully ruts into your body. panting into your ear like a wild dog while he thrusts his clothed cöck onto you. probably grunts that it: “feels good. ‘so good…” and he hasn’t even taken his clothes off yet. and i think he’d continue to dry-hümp into you until he’s at the point where he physically cannot take it anymore; then he’d be a whining, whimpering mess; begging you to let him fück you.
Could you write overstimulated stroking Jayce until he cries and beg you to stop.
[a good boy—
includes: [mdni! 18(+), smüt, händjob, slight öräl (m receiving), praise, overstim, jayce is pathetic as always]
ft. jayce x gn!reader
a/n: this isn’t great but UGHHHH PATHETIC WHIMPERING OVERSTIM JAYCE MY BELOVED!!! thank you for this request it was yummy to write <3
“c’mon pretty boy…i know you can do one more.” you mumble against the inside of jayce’s thigh. your fingers are wrapped around his leaking cock, stroking along his thick shaft with a steady pace. jayce tenses under your touch, head thrown back against the couch, his mouth hangs open as you draw every single sweet groan you can out of the man. he shakes his head at your words, tears hanging onto his pretty eyelashes.
“no…i can’t! please, no more.” jayce sobs, bottom lip trembling as he glances down at you.
you can’t help but chuckle a little at his pathetic expression. smiling as you press firmly into the slit of jayce’s sensitive tip, watching sweetly as precum pools around the pad of your thumb. “you know you can handle it. you're so strong my love. i know you can do it.” you encourage.
jayce gasps at your touch; shaking his head once again. you had edged him for hours, stroking from the base of his cock to his head, stringing him closer and closer to his orgasm before removing your hand entirely. until he successfully begged you enough to let him come, so you let him. again and again; until he turned into the overstimulated mess that he is now. he whimpers as his hand reaches to grab at your wrist. “no—“
“don’t touch or i’ll have to tie your hands down again.” you hum.
in response, jayce rips his hand away, instantly showing his true colors. he wanted this. wanted you to keep going; even if he shook his head and cried, until he uttered that safe word…he wanted this more than anything.
“such a big, strong man and you can’t come more than three times, hmm? now, i know better than that baby. you can do it.” you mutter, pressing a kiss into his leaking head, feeling him shiver under your grasp.
jayce reluctantly lowers his hand back to his side, trying his best to relax as your hand begins to move faster. you watch with an observant eye as his face twists in pleasure and focus. jayce grunts as your speed picks up, you settle one hand on his base while the other targets the head of his cock. his back arches as you rub directly against his sensitive tip. every known curse and swear falls from his lips as his fingers grip onto anything they can find. realizing as he’s probably gotten too loud, he bites down on his bottom lip, whimpering behind his sealed lips.
“mmm, that won’t do sweetheart. don’t hold your voice back.” you mumble, pressing your tongue into the slit of his head.
jayce’s mouth falls open again at your request. “fuck i’m coming,” he sobs between ragged breaths, body tensing harshly with his oncoming orgasm. “coming, coming, i’m, i can’t! coming baby, i’m coming!” he stutters. his hips lift quickly to meet every single stroke of your hand, his words failing him now as he reaches his fourth orgasm of the night.
“mhm good.” you sigh softly, smiling fondly as jayce finally cums. his slick coats your fingers, thinner with his back to back orgasms. you press your tongue right up against his twitching head, relishing in his cries as he cums for you. and your hand never stops moving until jayce is twitching with his spent orgasm. tears finally fall free to stream down his cheeks from overstimulation, unable to properly speak anymore. all he can muster is a weak noise resembling a whine, wrapping a hand firmly around your wrist to finally stop you from moving your hand anymore.
and you allow him the opportunity to rest by removing your sticky fingers from around his softening shaft, reaching for the nearby clean up station you had prepared. while cleaning your hands you stand from your crouched position between his thighs, lovingly placing a kiss against his temple. “you did such a good job, baby.” you praise your lover as everything begins to settle down.
jayce weakly settles his hands on your waist, rubbing soothing circles into your body, tilting his head up with a pout on his lips. “do i get my reward now?” he asks softly.
you laugh a little at his sudden eagerness for his so called “reward”. even while you pleased him again and again for so long, all he could think about was pleasing you. “yes, you do.” you reply with a wide smile. his fingers are quick to undo your pants, stripping you of them with his own excited smile. his stamina was truly something else; seeing as he was no longer that exhausted if it meant it was his turn to please you.
foaming at the mouth why didn’t i think of this sooner AAA
modern!jayce wearing those grey sweatpants. the ones that fit him perfectly, hanging off his hips effortlessly, catching every eye within a 10 mile radius. not to mention the so very obviously dïck print along the seam in the front and god did the sight make your mouth water.
he had just finished his own work out, shirt off, sweaty, and wearing those goddamn sweatpants. and you swore he did it on purpose, just to tease you. he was your personal trainer and you really shouldn’t be having these kinds of thoughts about him but there you are, staring at the way his biceps flex when he picks up any sort of equipment. how his chest tightens with every movement or the way he effortlessly throws around large sums of weight. the sweat that beads and rolls down his toned abs, curving down his v line, going lower and lower into that happy trail of his— just to disappear under the sweats he wears.
those damned sweatpants would haunt your dreams.
and when he catches you staring, he’d slide one side of his headphones off of his ear, glancing at you with a little concerned glint to his eyes before he realizes what you’re staring at—oh lord—he probably smiles. all soft and “innocent” like as he makes his way to stand in front of you.
“you ok?”
“uh…yeah, perfectly fine.” you’d lie; trying your best to avoid his eyes.
he’d probably laugh a little because he knew better. his own face flushed a little red as he practically towers over you. and if you point out the blush across his cheeks, he’d definitely lie and say it was just from his work out; nothing more.
“you sure about that?”
if his words didn’t make you blush, his hot, heavy hand trailing along your arm, squeezing your shoulder, and pressing his fingers gently into your neck lights your face on fire. you were still in public and he was this bold? you were definitely in for some trouble. and just as you thought; trouble comes in when he’s bending just the slightest bit down to catch your adverted gaze once more, your faces merely inches apart now, as he whispers: “let’s work on some core techniques with a private lesson today.”
this drabble is inspired by this ask!! (viktor vers. coming soon!)
[mdní, 18(+), college au, ns//fw, jayce x gn!reader, suggestive penëträtion]
studying with jayce was usually very productive. the two of you worked very well together, especially when it came to solving problems when the other couldn’t figure it out. you two were so in tune sometimes so when both of you got stuck on an equation, neither of you could solve, you decided to entertain yourselves with something far more…physical.
which is how you ended up on your hands and knees, face dangerously close to being squished into the bed as jayce fucks you from behind. one of his hands has a tight grip on your hip for stability as he dives rapidly into you. he places kisses along your spine in time with his well placed thrusts. “feel so good.” he’d whisper between each kiss that he places; chuckling at how you groan and tighten around him at his words.
he straightens up then, his hips faltering for a single moment; and you just assume he’s repositioning himself…that is until you feel something scratch lightly across your back. your brows furrow, maybe you just imagined it, but no there it is again…and it continues as jayce slowly stops moving.
no way. was he doing what you thought he was doing? no…not when…really?
“jayce talis are you solving that damn equation on my back right now?”
jayce completely comes to a stop just as the feathering on your back also stops. you hear jayce slightly laugh, nervously, while his grip loosens against your hip. “i’m sorry! i just solved it in my head suddenly and, and i had to write it down before i forgot it!” he stammers, apologizing for his moments distraction, before tossing the pen off the bed in an attempt to get rid of the evidence.
you sigh, trying your hardest not to burst out laughing. he was so stupid and smart all at the same time and god you loved and hated him for it. but laughing would be saved for after you got to finish this. “jayce…take a picture, quickly, and then please forget about everything else that doesn’t involve you fucking me.” you hum in response. and you didn’t even need to turn around to know that jayce’s face was most likely bright red at being caught red handed. the thought makes you shake your head as he quickly scrambles for a picture before returning back to the moment you two were sharing.
“sorry…” jayce apologizes, sounding like a kicked puppy. he places an apologetic kiss against your shoulder before trailing them back down to your spine.
you finally laugh, softly, at his words. of course the brilliant man that jayce was; would think about equations while his dick was hard. so ridiculous but it made you enjoy this even more somehow. “don’t worry. you’re too cute to be mad at anyway. just move those hips again, pretty boy.”
and like a good boy, jayce does as he is told. saving the problem solving for later.
[mdni, jayce x fem!reader, oräl (f receiving), p in v peneträtion, jayce is very pathetic in this!!]
thinking about virgin!jayce today and how he probably is just so sweet. how he kisses so tenderly, asks for permission in everything he does, & wants to be praised every step of the way.
he’s a little shy when he tells you for the very first time. flushed red as he glances from your lips to your gaze, laughing a little nervously to fill any space between the two of you. he’d probably be a little unsure of what to do at first and might need a little guiding; and you’re more than happy to help him. leading him by the hand, reassuringly kissing his pouty lips, guiding his hand between your parted thighs. he asks with every breath he takes between kisses if he’s doing okay, if this is okay. you’d laugh a little but nod, muttering that it’s ‘perfect’.
with your help he’d figure out how much he loves fingering and eating you out. dives between your thighs to spit, slick, and lap against your pussy; slipping an experimental finger inside of you. and when you start to make the prettiest noises, jayce knew right then and there; he’d want to stay like that forever. tasting you on every inch of his tongue, making you moan, feeling your pussy tighten around his curled finger. god he could die happy right there.
but you needed much more than just the slip of his tongue.
and when he finally settles between your thighs, the tip of his cock slipping between your soaking wet folds, he’s lightheaded. eyes fixated on where the two of you meet. his mouth slightly agape as he watches himself slowly disappear inside of you. “fuck…” he’d groan and as soon as he fully seats inside of you, he has to stop himself from moving; completely stills as he restrains himself from moving. unable to do so for he might come any second with the way your pussy grips so tightly around him. and when he finally calms down enough to move, he’s cautious at first. his hips move slowly, testing the motions, drawing every thick inch of his cock in and out of you, before his composure crumbles completely.
and before you know it, jayce is quickly rutting into you. he tries his hardest to keep his eyes open but he loses that battle in the end; eyes screwed tightly shut as he focuses on pleasing you and not tumbling over in his orgasm. “are you ok? is this ok?” he’d mutter, taking your high pitched moans with every plow he stakes into your pussy as a yes.
and he never comes until you do. no matter how difficult it might be, he always holds himself back until your back is arching, nails dig into his shoulders, crying with sweet moans, and your pussy tightens even more around him when he finally slips out to allow himself to come.
and god does he love the mess he makes across your skin. “one more time.” he’d beg. and how could you say no?
