jayce talis is the type of man to hold your hand constantly. he wants to make skin on skin contact whenever and however he can; especially during sex. did not matter the position, he constantly wanted to hold your hand. you never bring it up and just assume he wants to make sure you’re okay…or it could mean holding your hand keeps him grounded because you know you’re in for some trouble when he stops holding your hand.
when he holds your hand, he’s far more intimate. grips your hand tightly, intertwining your fingers together as he slowly rolls his hips. he places kisses against your collarbone, whispering sweet nothings as his cock vanishes inside of you. he’s soft, needy, wanting to make you feel so good your head spins.
“you’re always so perfect for me. so pretty, so beautiful. i love you, love you, so much.” he’d mutter, praising you as if you’re the goddess that hung every star in his sky. holding your hand as tight as he could, without hurting you of course, solely because he was afraid you’d disappear.
he asks you how you’re feeling, whines when you don’t look into his eyes to tell him that you’re feeling good. he begs for every kiss. fucks you slow and passionate until you’re breathlessly moaning his name.
until he’s no longer holding your hand. when he doesn’t hold your hand; he’s a man possessed. gripping your hips enough to bruise or securing a snug hand around the base of your throat, just enough pressure to make your toes curl. he’s leaving blossoms of hickies along every inch of skin that he can reach, marking you as his. his pace is brutal. he has no problem flattening you into the mattress while he slams his hips right up against you. he thrusts in deep and rough, stretching every inch of you that he can while he reminds you why you’re his.
“you’re perfect. fit me so fucking good. so tight.” jayce groans, gripping your hips a little more as his cock slides out of you. he chuckles deeply at the way you tighten and suck him right back inside. “mine. you’re fucking mine.”
and he doesn’t stop until he’s completely satisfied and you’re too overstimulated, twitching and soaked, to speak any other word except for his name.
a/n. i want everyone to picture s2 long haired jayce for this (my lil hispanic boy)
Piltover in winter was a different kind of magic. The city’s usual bustle slowed as the snow draped over rooftops, blanketed the cobbled streets, and softened the sharp edges of its mechanical marvels. The air was crisp, filled with the faint scent of pine, and for once, it seemed as if even the gears of progress paused to appreciate the quiet beauty of the holiday season.
You stood on the edge of the park, bundled in a thick coat, scarf, and gloves, waiting for Jayce. Who is always late, as usual. Snow crunched beneath your boots as you shifted your weight, your breath visible in the cold air. When he finally arrived, he was juggling a small box of cookies he’d picked up on the way, a thermos of hot cocoa, and his scarf, which he hadn’t managed to wrap around his neck yet.
“Sorry I’m late,” he called out, flashing you a sheepish grin. “I got held up by Mrs. Halloway. She wanted to tell me all about her snowflake shaped cookie cutters.”
You laughed, reaching out to grab the thermos before it slipped from his hands. “Let me guess, you were too polite to escape?”
“She cornered me at the shop,” he admitted, his breath clouding in the air as he finally wrestled the scarf into place. “But hey, I brought cookies!”
“Then all is forgiven,” you teased, linking your arm with his as you walked into the park.
The snow was untouched, sparkling under the late morning sun. Children’s laughter echoed from the far side of the park where a sledding hill was busy with activity. You and Jayce gravitated toward a quieter spot, where the snow lay pristine and the trees offered some shelter from the wind. “I can’t remember the last time I built a snowman,” you mused, surveying the scene.
“Then we’re fixing that today,” Jayce declared, already kneeling to scoop up a handful of snow. He packed it tightly, forming the beginnings of a snowball. “You start the bottom, I’ll handle the head.”
You raised an eyebrow. “You trust me with the foundation?”
“Of course. You’re the architect here, aren’t you?” he teased, his grin warm and inviting.
With a playful roll of your eyes, you got to work. The snow was perfect, soft enough to mold but firm enough to hold its shape. You began rolling the snowball across the ground, watching it grow larger and larger. Meanwhile, Jayce fashioned the middle and top sections, his gloved hands moving with practiced ease.
“Hey,” he called out after a while, his voice tinged with amusement. “Is this snowman going to rival the height of the council tower? Because it’s looking like you’re aiming for a structural masterpiece.”
You stepped back, admiring your work. The base was enormous, almost up to your waist. “Bigger is better ,” you retorted with a grin, dusting the snow off your gloves. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.”
Jayce chuckled, hoisting the midsection of the snowman in his arms. “Fair point. But if this guy topples over, I’m blaming the architect.”
You laughed as he carefully balanced the second snowball on top of the base. “You’re not exactly the most careful engineer I know, Jayce. Remember that time you accidentally launched yourself across the workshop?”
“That was one time!” he shot back, laughing as he adjusted the snowball until it was perfectly centered. “And I still say it was an unintended success.”
“You’re lucky I was there to catch you,” you teased, rolling up the final snowball for the head. Jayce stepped aside to help you lift it, his hands brushing against yours as you both placed it on top. The snowman took shape quickly, its proportions absurdly exaggerated but undeniably charming. Jayce pulled a handful of random gadgets and bolts from his pocket, because of course he carried those everywhere, and started sticking them into the snowman’s torso.
“What are you doing?” you asked, watching in disbelief as he carefully attached a cogwheel where a button might go.
“Improving him,” Jayce said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Every snowman deserves a touch of innovation.”
You snorted. “This is why you can’t leave well enough alone.”
“I prefer to think of it as creativity,” he said, leaning back to admire his work. “What do you think? Too much?” The snowman now looked like a combination between a friendly holiday figure and an early prototype from Jayce’s workshop. His scarf draped around its neck (stolen from Jayce’s coat), the twig arms were bent at jaunty angles, and the “buttons” were a mismatched collection of gears and screws.
“It’s… unique to say the least,” you said, stifling a laugh. “But he needs a name. How about… Buddy?”
Jayce grinned. “I like it. He’s definitely our buddy now.”
The two of you stood back, admiring your creation. The late morning sun glinted off the snow. But then, out of nowhere, a snowball hit you square in the shoulder. “Jayce!” you yelped, spinning around to see him grinning mischievously, another snowball already in his hand.
“Consider it a christening for Buddy,” he said with a wink, launching the second snowball toward you.
You dodged, laughing, and scooped up some snow of your own. “Oh, you’re going to regret that!” The next few minutes devolved into a chaotic snowball fight. You darted behind trees, narrowly avoiding Jayce’s throws while lobbing your own with surprising accuracy. He wasn’t as agile as you, but his aim was scarily good, and more than once you ended up covered in snow.
When you finally called a truce, you were both breathless and laughing, your cheeks pink from the cold and exertion. Jayce flopped onto the snow, spreading his arms and legs to make a snow angel.
“Not bad,” he said between breaths. “But I think I won.”
“You wish,” you said, collapsing beside him. “I hit you way more times than you hit me.”
“Debatable,” he replied, turning his head to look at you. His brown eyes sparkled with warmth, and his smile was softer now, less mischievous. The two of you lay there in the snow, staring up at the pale blue sky. The world felt quiet, the only sounds the distant laughter of children and the occasional rustle of wind through the trees.
“Thanks for dragging me out here,” Jayce said after a while. “I needed this.”
You turned your head to face him, your breath visible in the cold air. “Me too. It’s nice to just... be for a while. No council meetings, experiments, or deadlines.”
“Just you, me, and our little Buddy,” he said with a chuckle, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than usual. You felt your cheeks grow warmer, though whether it was from the cold or something else, you weren’t sure. “And the cookies,” you reminded him, sitting up and reaching for the box he’d brought.
Jayce sat up too, brushing snow from his coat. “Right. Can’t forget about the cookies.” The two of you sat together, sharing cookies and sipping hot cocoa from the thermos. Buddy stood proudly nearby, a testament to your combined (if slightly chaotic) efforts. Pulling off your gloves, cradling the thermos in your hands. The warmth seeped through your fingers as you took a sip, the rich, sweet cocoa melting the chill in your bones. Jayce opened the box of cookies, offering you one before taking one for himself.
"These are so good,” you said, savoring the buttery sweetness.
“Told you Mrs. Halloway knows her stuff,” Jayce replied, his grin boyish as he took a large bite. “Snowball fights and cookies. Best day off ever.”
You leaned back, watching Buddy stand proudly in the distance. “I think we outdid ourselves with that snowman,” you said.
Jayce glanced at it, a playful smile on his face. “He’s definitely got personality. Though next year, I’m thinking we add some light-up features. Maybe a mini hammer.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “Of course you are. But fine, as long as I get to handle the design.”
“Deal,” he said, raising his cookie like a toast.
As the two of you sat there, sharing cookies and warm drinks, the soft glow of the setting sun painted the snow in shades of gold and pink. It was a rare, perfect moment of peace, one you knew you’d carry with you through the busier days ahead. And in the quiet of the winter evening, with Jayce’s laughter still echoing in your ears, you realized this was what you loved most about him: his ability to make even the simplest moments unforgettable.
As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Jayce pulled his scarf from the snowman and wrapped it around your shoulders instead.
“You’re going to freeze,” you protested, but he shook his head.
“I’m fine,” he said, his voice gentle. “You’re the one who dragged me out here, so it’s only fair that I make sure you stay warm.”
You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue, leaning into his side as he slung an arm around you. “Same time next year?” he asked, his tone light but hopeful.
“Maybe, as long as you aren't late.” you agreed, smiling as you watched the last light of day fade behind the snow-covered trees.
(to that one anon who requested just the tip w/ jayce,,,,,,i owe you my life AAAAAA,,,,)
“You look so good,” Jayce groans against the curve of your neck. His large hands roam your body, groping every inch of you that he could touch as he hugs you from behind. You were dressed for one of his political parties he had asked you to accompany him too and here he was, feeling you up, going to make you both more than fashionably late. His fingers hook around the edge of your long dress, slowly teasing the fabric up inch by inch while his breath tickles the back of your neck. His teeth scrape across your skin as his fingers dance over your revealing thighs. “Need you baby…”
You bite back a moan, feeling every slow press, curl, and skim of his fingers along your skin. “Jayce,” You huff under your breath, finally reacting to his advances by moving your hands to grip around his wrists. “We’ll be late…can’t wait until after the party?”
“No.” Jayce responds firmly. Making it an obvious point to grind himself against you, letting you know just how hard he was. “Please. You look so good, just need a taste.” He adds with a soft chuckle. He follows up by placing a tender, hot kiss against your neck while his fingers slip right up against the curve of your cunt.
His fingers press once more against your center and you instinctively grip his forearms just a little tighter, as a gasp leaves your lips. “Jayce—“ You whine his name again but it practically falls on deaf ears while his fingers continue to flex and curl against your core.
“Already wet for me.” He mutters, teasingly, and you can feel him smiling against your neck. He lifts your dress up high, pulling it up to reveal your underwear to him. His favorite nonetheless too…since you had planned for this moment for the afterparty. Yet now it only riles him up further. “Here, hold up your dress for me.” He adds in a hushed whisper, too turned on to be reasoned with…and at this point, so are you.
You do as you’re told. Gripping the hem of your dress that he had hiked up, high enough for him to run a finger beneath the pretty panties you wear; where he quickly yanks them off to the side. You’re slightly bent in half, exactly where he positions you, as he grips one of your legs and lifts it off the ground just a little.
“Don’t want to ruin the pretty dress you got me.” You rasp, breathlessly, as Jayce presses a single finger inside of you. Curls said finger, draws it out, thrusts it back inside before adding a second. Pressing both fingers inside, flushed up onto his second knuckle, all to stretch you out. Damn him for being so good with his hands because it only takes a couple of seconds of his work to turn you into a mess. “Just the tip.” You bark out, biting down on your bottom lip to stifle a moan just as you listen to Jayce undoing his pants.
“Just the tip.” Jayce agrees, removing his fingers and slowly replacing them with just the tip of his cock; as promised. He presses his head flush between your lips, gathering your slick and his own alike, lifting his hips just a little to slip the tip inside of you. A harsh groan leaves his lips but he controls himself, behaves so well, as he presses only the tip of his aching cock inside your wet cunt. “After the party though…you’re all mine.” Jayce states, promising to you that he would not be so gentle and obedient later…and just like that, your putty in his damn hands; the party long forgotten.
“ugh jayce…” you whisper, nails digging into his massive biceps. you stare down where your bodies touch, panting as quietly as you can while your need grows. “you’re going to be late...you have a speech to give, remember?” you rasp.
the two of you are hidden, somewhere off in a dark corner; out of sight, out of mind. jayce crowds over you, his elbow digs into the wall behind your head as it holds most of his weight up while his other hand preoccupies itself with stroking his aching cock. his fingers wrap around the thick base, hurriedly rushing to the tip in eager succession as he tries to finish as quickly as he can. he pants hot and heavy, eyes half closed in concentration as he stares at what he gets off too.
you had worn pretty panties for the first time ever and when jayce noticed this, thanks to you teasing him for far too long, he had to do something about it. wouldn’t be able to calm down before his speech to the council unless he got this out of his system first. his breathing is ragged, biting his bottom lip as he tries to keep his voice down as he jerks himself off. the head of his cock just barely presses into the curve of your cunt, rubbing right up against the fabric of your panties while managing to bump against your clit.
“fuck,” jayce whispers, ending in a soft and shallow groan when his hand reaches his tip. “I’m almost there. just a sec.” he adds in that same fluttery, soft tone; his hand picking up speed.
you’re tasked with holding your skirt up, allowing him to deprave you. to make a total mess out of you. and it’s working all too well. he hasn’t even touched you, besides the occasional brush of his head, and yet, you’re absolutely soaking wet. could feel your cunt dripping onto those pretty little underwear you wore. and if not for his meeting, you’re almost 100% sure you would’ve taken him inside right then and there, no questions asked.
jayce grunts, hunching over with his impending orgasm. “i’m…going to ruin them.” he whispers; his mouth pressing against your ear, breathing hot and placing a brief kiss.
as if you cared at all about the underwear.
jayce fixates his gaze once more onto where your bodies meet. stifling his moans with a bite of his tongue as his orgasm takes over him. he grunts through the beginning of his climax, continuing to fuck into his fist, as he begins to paint the outside of your pretty panties white. and as he’s nearing his end, his arm comes down to meet into the space between your bodies. where he proceeds to yank your underwear to the side, slotting his cock snuggly up against your drenched pussy. he cums along the length of your cunt twice, knowing it would stick and stain the inside of your underwear, and your cunt, as well.
you moan at the feeling but quickly smack your hand over your mouth to stifle any other forms of cries or sobs from slipping out. your own gaze watches where jayce ruts against your core, smearing your slick and his cum along every inch of his shaft. and he doesn’t stop moving until he’s entirely spent. where he then uses your panties to clean the rest of himself off before sliding them back into place; totally and effortlessly, ruining the panties but forcing you to wear your mess and his.
“after my speech,” jayce whispers, placing a kiss against your temple this time. “meet me at the lab.” and with that, he’s tucking himself back in, slipping his pants back on, satisfied, and heading off to give his speech.
he doesn’t even wait for you to answer…as if he needed one.
you lower your skirt, entirely a mess now, smiling like a fool as you wait a few minutes after jayce; before making your way to watch his speech. oh, you were absolutely going to meet him in that lab later.
when jayce had asked you to help him out at the forge you had something else in mind; like actually working in the forge with him. and it was kinda like that in the very beginning so you’re not sure what you said or what you did that riled him up so but…whatever it was, it worked very well.
away from the main heat of the forge, jayce had you bent over his sketching desk. one large hand of his cupping your hip while the other held tight onto your shoulder. he’s slotted him and his cock right between the plump of you thighs. most likely wanting to tease you as you had been doing to him; giving you what you both wanted while only giving him the true satisfaction.
“keep your thighs together. tighter.” jayce orders, as he moves ever so slightly in between your skin.
you can’t help but tense and shiver at his demanding tone. you rarely got to see this side of jayce, only when he was truly frustrated and you couldn’t lie even if you wanted to; it was really fucking hot. so hot, it made your head spin as you did what you were told for once. pressing your thighs tighter together, listening to the way jayce groans from the added pressure. his hands are tight enough to leave bruises along your skin as his hips begin to move. the head of his cock slides along your panties and the curve of your cunt, bumping into your clit with every harsh thrust of his hips.
“fuck,” jayce grunts, his hips moving faster. causing you to grip the edge of the desk for any kind of support as he actively fucks against you. “i can feel how wet you are through your underwear. it feels so good.” he groans, hot and heavy while another grunt slips past his lips when your thighs tense at his words.
“jayce!” you bark out, moaning at a particularly well placed thrust against your cunt. and you swear you can almost hear jayce laughing at your desperate mewling but it doesn’t slow him down; not in the slightest. he fucks faster and harder against your soaking cunt. attempting to reach his end quicker than usual; which wouldn’t be a problem for him at all. what with the added adrenaline of being in public and the risk of being caught creeping up his spine, he had to finish quickly.
jayce groans at his rising orgasm. grips your skin a little harder while he plants his teeth against the back of your neck, leaving a beautiful hickey to blossom by tomorrow morning. “feels so good…gonna cum already…” jayce huffs against your skin, placing a kiss against the bite mark he had left. your thighs tighten once again at his filthy words. your entire body trembles and jolts with his brutal, eager pace he’s set. the slap of skin on skin somehow is louder inside your ears than the roar of the fire inside the forge.
jayce turns chaotic then. chasing after his high with each thrust between your thighs. his breath catches in his throat, hiccuping, while your name spills from his lips as his orgasm rushes over his entire body. but at the last second, before his orgasm can truly take hold of him, jayce is smoothing his hands down your ass and gripping the seam of your underwear. where he yanks the fabric aside and presses the head of his cock right against your glistening cunt. he wildly fucks between the inside of your panties, right between your lips, slipping himself in and out in quick succession to finally tip over the edge. he grunts, biting his bottom lip as he paints across your pussy and your underwear, riding his orgasm out.
you moan helplessly, fingernails gripping into the desk for dear life as you feel jayce finally give you a single ounce of satisfaction. electricity tingles up your spine as jayce finally touches your cunt but it doesn’t last as long as you would have liked; for as soon as jayce finishes his orgasm, he’s readjusting your underwear back into place. his fingers run along the curve of your now soiled panties, planting a kiss against your shoulder.
“i have work to do,” jayce whispers, his fingers curling against your desperate cunt, forcing another moan out of your mouth. “behave now and i’ll give you what you really want soon, pretty girl.”
Virgin!Jayce NEEDS to eat pussy he's DYING he's DEHYDRATED
(no bc when i tell you he’s such a munch i can’t ,,,)
like virgin!jayce who’s never even thought about eating out anyone before and when you explain to him what to do, he’s so so eager to please you. watches from down on his knees as you strip before him, eyes sparkling, mouth slightly open as he watches every piece of clothing crumple and fold as you remove it. eagerly waits for you to give him the green light and when you do; oh he’s so tender. he starts by placing kisses against the inside of your knee, slowly moving his lips and hands along your skin, seeking deeper and deeper between your thighs. and when he’s finally, finally, reached his destination he tries his hardest not to pant.
holds his breath, flicking his pretty gaze up to you for one last confirmation, before he’s timidly swiping his thumb through the wet folds of your cunt. watching with fixation as your slick pools around the pad of his thumb and dribbles down his tan skin…and he’s suddenly in love. his mouth waters at the sight as he leans forward to lick a thick trail from the bottom curve of your core to the very tip. and the second he hits your clit, causing you to jerk, jayce is a little scared he’s done something wrong…until he hears you sweetly moan his name.
and then it’s like something comes over him. he’s slipping his tongue right against you cunt, lapping between your slick folds with every shift of his jaw. curling his tongue around your clit again just to hear those pretty, fluttering moans that slip past your lips. all the while the taste of you is intoxicating to him. turns his mind into mush. his brain is practically an empty canvas, colored with only the thought of pleasing you and nothing else; even when he’s hard as a rock he doesn’t touch himself. he wants to, so bad, but the way your body twitches and convulses when he sucks hard against your cunt…the thought of his own pleasure is running down the drain.
he’d only touch himself if you told him to but he’d have to be a good boy first and please you thoroughly.
oh god he was a mess. a pathetic, disgusting mess.
jayce’s hands trembled as he clutched onto the underwear he knew better than to have. he fidgets with the hem of your pretty panties, rubbing his thumb across the lacy fabric as he tries his best to talk himself out of doing what he was thinking about doing. but it was no use. he had already stolen the underwear from you. and since he couldn’t have you, he’d just have to settle for this…and use his imagination a little.
he had been hard all day long. sitting in the lab, watching you as you paraded around in a short dress…all just to tease him. jayce grunts heavily, leaning back into his desk chair as he slowly wraps his fingers around the base of his stiff cock. he slides his palm along the curve of his shaft until he presses firmly into the tip of his head; forcing him to stifle a groan, biting his bottom lip.
and he used to be satisfied with just staring at the pretty underwear he swiped but now it wasn’t enough. and he does something he thought he’d never do…desperately he takes the fabric between his closed fingers and presses it into his nose. imagining what you must smell like, how lovely you must taste. his hand picks up the pace as he imagines laying you on your back, forcing your legs open as he eats you out. his tongue slipping between every fold of your wet pussy, because he made you this wet. no one else could, only he could.
jayce stifles another pitiful whimper at the thought. his hand moving faster and faster, imagining your slick folds against his lips and tongue. how pretty you’d sound, moaning for him and only him. he can’t help but imagine how your thighs would tighten against his cheeks when he attacked your clit with his tongue; or how many fingers could he slip inside your twitching cunt before you came all over his tongue.
“fuck!” jayce mumbles into the sweet underwear he holds close to him. it was too much. the thought of fingering you, tasting you, touching you, imagining your sweet voice moaning his name…it was too goddamn much. he’s panting like a dog, head fuzzy, fingers trembling around his shaft as he practically fucks into his fist. when his orgasm hits him like a truck. he sobs, open mouth against the panties on his lips, muttering your name as his cums. mind numbing pleasure shoots to the tips of his fingers and toes with his orgasm.
his hand doesn’t stop moving until he finally reaches the end of his climax. eyes heavy as he stares at the white, sticky mess he’s created along his fingers. and he should feel bad…he should feel wrong for having such impure thoughts as the “golden boy” everyone has coined him to be. but he doesn’t feel bad in the slightest.
all he could care about in that moment was that, again, it wasn’t enough.
