CONTENT ; established relationship, fluffy, viktor mentioned (bcs why tf not)
WORD COUNT ; 450
A/N ; im still in denial that this man isnt alive and also that the fact ARCANE is over forever like i believe i deserved more and better😭 (but it was like inevitable lwk so). ANYWAY my title is inspire by Good Looking - Suki Waterhouse
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 is warmth.
The kind that settles into your bones, lulling you into that perfect space between wakefulness and dreams. A strong arm drapes over your waist, the weight grounding and familiar, fingers tracing absentminded circles against your bare skin.
Jayce.
You can feel his breath against the back of your neck, steady and deep, the rhythm of sleep still holding him captive. It’s rare to see him so still—no council meetings, no hammer-forging, no Hextech worries clouding his mind. Just him. Just you. Wrapped up in golden morning light and tangled sheets.
A smile tugs at your lips as you shift slightly, stretching. The movement earns a sleepy hum from Jayce before his arm tightens around you, pulling you back into his chest.
"Mm, don't move," he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. "Too early for that."
You chuckle, turning in his arms until you’re face to face. His eyes are still closed, dark lashes resting against sun-kissed skin, his hair tousled from sleep. He looks softer like this—less like the brilliant mind of Piltover, more like the man who whispered sweet nothings to you last night, who kissed you like you were something sacred.
"You’re awake," you tease, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.
"Only because you moved," he grumbles, cracking one eye open to peer at you. "And because you're staring."
"I'm allowed to stare at my handsome genius boyfriend."
He huffs a laugh, eyes finally opening fully. They’re warm, filled with something soft and unspoken. His fingers trail along your spine, sending a pleasant shiver through you.
"Last night was..." He pauses, a slow, lazy grin spreading across his lips. "Incredible."
"Yeah?" You raise a brow. "Good enough to skip work for the day?"
Jayce groans, flopping onto his back. "Tempting. But Viktor would kill me."
You prop yourself up on one elbow, tracing a finger along his bare chest. "He would. But you work too much anyway. One morning won’t hurt."
Jayce catches your hand, bringing it to his lips. "You make a good argument."
"And if that doesn’t convince you," you say, voice dropping into something softer, "I can think of other ways to keep you here a little longer."
His grin turns wicked as he rolls over, pinning you beneath him. "I like the way you think."
The morning stretches on, filled with soft kisses, whispered laughter, and golden light spilling across the bed. For once, the world outside can wait.
Can I request headcanons about how Arcane Steb, Vander, Jayce, Viktor, Silco, and Ekko would react to his shy gn crush confessing to him in private please?
You can, and I will luckily write some fluff today.
Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Steb x Reader
Tags: fluff, developing relationship, love confession, co-workers to lovers, teasing, being shy
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A/N: Hope reading this makes you all feel warm and fluffy.
Viktor was suspicious of you when you asked him to stay in the lab even longer. Usually you'd be the one telling him that he needs to end work early and then walk home with him.
When you began acting all bashful about it and looking through the papers you'd been working on the whole day he was even more suspicious. Although you wanted to confess to him, your words failed you, so you went to your next plan. Handing him your notes you left him bewildered as he didn't even get to read them before he could read it. On it was your confession, and asking him if he wanted to go on a date sometime.
The next morning you arrived early and found his notebook on your desk. In it was a note from him, accepting your confession, but wishing you had been a bit more direct with your feelings as he isn't good at guessing how people are feeling.
"Seems like you beat me to the lab this morning. And you've had a chance to read my note, yes? I thought so, the way you blush doesn't lie. Since that is the case I will take some time off this weekend, we can go on that date you mentioned. I look forward to it, darling, I hadn't been on many dates, this will be interesting."
Jayce is very casually touchy with people so he didn't notice how much it flustered you. He knew you were a shy person so he assumed it was due to that you blushed easily. But he had been wrong before.
He never took himself as overly flirty so he didn't think you saw him that way either. But to you his actions, his casual touches, his soft smiles, his praise that made your heart skip a beat, was almost too much to handle. When you confessed to him in the empty hallways of the Academy you expected him to brush it off, but he was left stunned. For the first time it clicked with him, all those longing and bashful glances of yours.
As smart as he is he can be foolish sometimes and it seems like this is one of those times. There's a part of him that wants to kick himself for not noticing your feelings. The other part of him urges him to kiss you and assure you that he feels the same, even if it took him a confession from you to realize it.
"Pretty dumb of me isn't it? Well I never said I was the smartest when romance was involved. You give me too much credit, babe. Oh, was that too soon to call you that? We haven't been on a date yet but I felt like I had to kiss you or else you'd get the wrong idea. I know how wound up you get over the smallest stuff."
Ekko had a bit of a hard time noticing your feelings. He wants to be mindful of everyone around him, Because of that certain things get tangled up together.
Not to say that he was fully oblivious to your growing feelings, which might be why he started acting more protective over you. When you went on missions together you always stuck close together, watching each other's back. He was very lucky to have a strong person like you fighting alongside him. Which is why it was also hard for him to believe that you'd had such a hard time telling you that you were in love with him. For someone as cool as you it should have been easy.
Then again he is a lot like you in that regard. He was scared of hearing your confession, so he tried to avoid it, almost making you not say it at all. One of the last things he wants to do is to lose someone else when he just started loving them.
"Know this is gonna sound real stupid, Firefly, but it ain't you, it's me. I wanna be with you, trust me I do, and you, taking me by surprise in the middle of a flight and telling me that almost made me lose my footing. You sure know how to take a man by surprise. But hey, it's just one of the many things I like about you."
Vander knew you liked him but also knew you were too shy to say it. He felt like he shouldn't put any more pressure on you to do so either. When you felt like he it, he believed you'd find the courage.
And who knew that all it took was a bit of liquid courage on a late night that you spent closing up the bar with him. It wasn't like he planned on it, but one drinks turned into two and you started talking to each other. Listening to him praise your work and telling you how the kids liked being around you, combined with the drinks, gave you enough courage you needed to confess your feelings to him. The last thing you suspected was to hear he already knew of your feelings.
That was the last thing you remember before you passed out. When you woke up you were in his bed, while he slept on the old couch. Memories from the night before came flooding back, your confession. You were so embarrassed you wanted to quit your job.
"Now why would I fire a perfectly fine worker? Way I see it you caught feelings for your boss, is that right, darlin'? Think you'd be the first one to do that? No way, but you are the first that caught my eye, it's been a long time since that's happened. Hopefully one day you'll be able to confess without any alcohol in your system. Looking forward to that day."
Silco always knew you had feelings for him, even before he became the feared crime lord that he is. That was one of the reasons he kept you close. Well, that and the fact that he liked you too.
Being aware that you had feelings for him meant that he went to great lengths to keep them a secret, and his own feelings too. He might be feared but he is also hated. For your sake it might be better if he sent you away but he knew you were too stubborn to leave him. When things started to get more and more complicated you thought you might never get a chance to tell him how you feel if you didn't do it now. It wasn't so much a confession as it was a quick kiss which you then urged him to forget all about before running off.
Of course he wouldn't forget. But he would still keep his own affections on the downlow. At least for the time being it was better to keep your relationship a secret.
"You know as well as I do how many people want me dead. I don't want to put that same target on your back, darling. The reason I would like to keep us a secret is just so I can get things under control better. Once that happens I assure you that I'll be kissing you every day, until you get sick of me. Which might be a long time, I know we're both stubborn people."
Steb has always been the most calm and collected member of his team and that doesn't change when he realizes you have feelings for him. If anything he wills himself to act even calmer.
But he also makes sure that he isn't cold to you, especially to you, when you're trying very hard to admit your feelings for him. He sees that effort and doesn't want to take away from your big moment, even though he wishes that he could just confess himself. It's been a while since he's been in a relationship, not a ton of time for those. Since he doesn't have that much experience either he would rather follow your lead, your pace and when you have him alone, when you walk out with him after training and ask him out, he will say yes.
Although he would rather not make too big of a deal of your confession to him, he just can't help the way his face heats up. It feels like this is something he's been waiting for and now it's here.
"So much to think about in regards to our future date, angelfish. Let's see, I do know of a good spot, but they close before our shift ends. Perhaps I can put a good word in for us, have our shift end a little early before the week ends. It took bravery to ask me out, let me repay it in the best way I can and give you a date to remember."
𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Established relationship, tooth rotting fluff, unprotected smut, PIV, reader struggling to ride Jayce’s cock 😵💫😵💫 minors DNI🔞
𝐀/𝐍: i actually wrote this back in January but didn’t feel like posting it on tumblr… until now
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jayce Talis has never had a problem using his strength. Using it gently on you, however, is his favorite.
Jayce Talis, the epitome of Piltover’s future. The Man of Tomorrow, always driven by relentlessly forward ideas. Not only did he possess the mind of a genius, but the brawn that matched it, too.
Piltover saw it in the way he swung his hammer, in the broad shoulders that carried the city’s ambition, in the labour of his hands as he worked until his muscles ached and the sun rose again. The way the muscles of his back rolled like waves beneath his skin, graceful even under strain.
You could see it in the fabric of the jacket he wore every Council meeting, how it stretched and pulled with every movement of his arms, taut against strength he rarely bothered to hide.
But with you, Jayce’s strength was more than something physical. Rather, it was something sacred— quieter and reserved only for you.
Sure, those irresistible biceps always carried a presence whenever he entered the room. But it was different when those same arms wrapped around you, holding you like you were the most precious thing in it. The way he lifted heavy machinery without a second thought— then carried you to bed just as easily.
His strength wasn’t just the power in his grip. It was the way he used it to hold your dreams as tightly as his own, to protect you as if his life depended on it.
And maybe that was why you loved him the way you did. Because in a world that constantly asked him to be strong, he chose to be gentle with you.
Behind every touch, every steady heartbeat, was a delicious thrill of knowing he could crush steel with his hands yet chose, every day, to hold you delicately instead.
Strength as safety…
The Hex crystal glowed faintly in your line of vision as you and Jayce worked together to recalibrate the Hextech conduit— a channel used to stabilise energy output across prototypes devices.
It was an important step, one that required precision and constant cross-checking. If even one rune was off, the entire system risked destabilising, which was exactly why the two of you were working on it together.
The morning in the lab had started slow. You’d both agreed to come in early, knowing from experience that you worked best before the city fully woke and when your thoughts are sharp and uninterrupted.
You adjusted the runes while Jayce monitored the energy flow, notebook in his hand as he scribbled notes.
“If I shift the third stabiliser just a hair… there,” you said. “Tell me what the output looks like on your end.”
There was a pause. Then a soft exhale from behind you.
“Hold on—” he said, checking the readings again. “That actually smoothed it out.”
“You sound surprised,” you replied lightly. “I’ll take that as a praise.”
He hummed, noncommittal, but you caught the corner of his mouth twitching.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The soft hum of the conduit filled the space between you— steady and controlled. Your eyes drifted to Jayce, whose focus was entirely on his notebook, brow knitted as he wrote.
Behind him, the workbench was laid out in familiar chaos. Tools half-disassembled, annotated blueprints, notes scrawled in his rushed handwriting. You’d never understood how he could work like this— juggling ideas, measurements, and machines all at once.
It was one of the many ways you complemented each other. Where his mind leapt ahead, yours grounded the present. Somehow, it always worked.
You looked back at him, sensing a hesitation in the way his eyes lingered on his notes.
“Did you eat today?” you asked.
He paused, stilled for a moment as if carefully choosing his words, before looking back at you.
“… Define ‘eat.’”
“Jayce.”
“I had coffee.”
You sighed, but didn’t dispute him on it. You knew you were both busy and had a deadline to meet. Sometimes it was one of you who forgot to eat, though more often than not, it was Jayce. And you’d taken it upon yourself to remind him.
You mentally made a note to get him to have lunch together. Something warm and satiating.
Instead, you just shook your head. “That explains the overconfidence.”
Jayce didn’t respond to that, but you knew your words landed. He stepped closer, peering at the readings over your shoulder.
“You adjusted the third rune already, didn’t you?” he asked.
“Five minutes ago.”
That’s when the hum of the conduit shifted.
It wasn’t loud, just wrong. The steady vibration sharpened into something thinner, higher-pitched. Your skin crawled as you checked the runes again, scanning for any signs of misalignment.
“Hey—” you said slowly, still unsure. “Does that sound high-pitched to you?”
Jayce frowned. “Yeah… that’s not supposed to—”
The stabiliser noses flared.
A bright arc of unstable energy snapped through the air, close enough that you felt the heat before you fully registered what was happening. You barely had time to react before Jayce’s arm wrapped around your waist.
“Back—!”
He pulled you into his chest in one swift motion, turning his body just enough to put himself between you and the conduit. The spark dissipated harmlessly against the grounded plate behind you, leaving your heart hammering in its wake.
Jayce didn’t move his arm away.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice low and immediate in your ear.
You didn’t answer right away. Your attention was fixed on the solid weight around your waist— not crushing, not restrictive, but enough to feel his presence.
Steady and unyielding. You could feel the muscles under his sleeves tense, keyed up by protectiveness, even as he kept his hold careful. The breadth of his chest solid against your back as he held you there.
You could feel the strength in him so clearly now— the way the muscles in his forearm were still taut beneath your fingers, the subtle tension in his grip as if his body hadn’t caught up to the fact that the danger had passed.
“Don’t scare me like that,” he said quietly, not a reprimand, just relief.
You swallowed, still stunned, your hands curled instinctively into the fabric of his sleeves. He turned you slightly then, just enough to look at you properly.
“You’re safe now,” Jayce said, full of certainty.
And you let out a breath.
Strength as reassurance…
You let out a yawn, stretching onto your side as you reached for the bedside table. The mattress dipped beneath the shift of your weight, the comforter rustling softly around you as you moved.
Just as your fingers brushed the lamp, you felt a pair of eyes on you— not invasive, but a soft intent, like a low tide. Jayce’s gaze was gentle, it always was when he looked at you. But there was something more intimate about moments like this.
It was just the two of you, after a long day. The hum of the city outside faded to nothing but the soft sound of rain against the glass.
You turn back toward him, your hand lifted and rested against the warmth of his cheek. “You’re staring again…”
He huffed a laugh under his breath— the sound alone sending a shiver through you. “Can you blame me?”
The light from the lamp painted everything in honey— highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the curve of his smile. You sank back into the bed, head letting against the pillow, and as you did, he hovered over you, close but unhurried.
He looked at you like you were his calm amid all the chaos the world ever threw at him.
When he finally leaned in, he kissed you like he’d been holding it in all day. The kiss wasn’t rushed, it never was with him. Time seemed to slow as he savoured it, relearning the shape of your mouth, the sound of your breath, the way your fingers dragged through his hair.
He pulled back just enough for air, his lips still inches from yours, eyes half-lidded with want. Then he kissed you again, unable to stay away from the taste of you.
One last brush of his mouth, and he pulled away fully. His gaze settled on you once more. One hand slid to your waist, as if anchoring himself there.
“I’ve been thinking about doing that for hours,” he sighed.
“Oh, I can tell,” you teased, poking his cheek lightly.
He leaned in for another, one last kiss for goodnight. But instead of melting into it, you giggled against his lips. A soft, bubbling sound you knew always got him.
You felt him smile against your mouth, which only made you laugh harder, until he caved and laughed too. Soon, you were both caught in a fit of breathless giggles.
Jayce tried to kiss you again, but missed entirely as you squirmed, unable to stay still. The next one landed half on your cheek, half at the corner of your mouth.
The warm contact of his lips against your cheek made you yelp softly between laughs.
“Jayce—!” you giggled.
“What?” he murmured, feigning innocence. “I’m aiming.”
“You’re terrible at aiming.”
He retaliated instantly, peppering kisses along your jaw, your nose, your forehead— everywhere but where you expected, dragging out the anticipation until you were left helpless with laughter.
“That’s because—” he said between kisses, “you keep moving.”
You managed to catch your breath, just enough, half laughing, half trying to fend him off. Your hands brushed over the firm muscles beneath his shirt before his fingers curled into the fabric, grounding yourself there.
Then he halted.
His face hovered inches from yours, his grin softened into something tender. He pressed one last gentle kiss to your lips before pulling back just enough to look at you.
“You’re ridiculous,” you whispered, still smiling.
He brushes his thumb over your lower lip. “Maybe. But you’re smiling, so I win.”
You huffed, pretending to glare. “Fine… you win.”
You shifted beneath him, reaching for the bedside table once more to switch off the lamp. That didn’t go unnoticed by Jayce, especially not when he could feel every movement you made. He immediately assumed you were trying to pull away.
“Hey— where do you think you’re going?” he laughed, warm and incredulous with his tone taking a lighter edge.
Before you could answer, his hands were on your sides, pulling you back beneath him. Not pinning you down, but just enough to cage you in with the sheer weight of him, the warmth of his body settling over yours.
You gasped, partly at how unfair it was that he had such an advantage with his strength. And partly at how effortlessly he pulled you back.
“Jayce!” you breathed, trying to sound lighthearted, though it came out a little wobbly from how caught off guard you were.
“This is a containment protocol,” he declared solemnly, which was hilarious considering he was failing to hide a smile that was basically sunshine put in human form. “Highly advanced. Built by one of Piltover’s most brilliant minds.”
“Oh, really?” You arched a brow. “And what’s the purpose of this protocol?”
“To prevent someone—” he dipped his head until his lips brushed the corner of yours, voice dropping into a smug whisper, “— from running away before I finished kissing them.”
A shaky breath left you at the shift of his tone, teasing melting into something heated, heavy. His lips lingered close as his grip tightened at your waist. There was a gentleness in his strength, though. All that power, all that warmth, used only to keep you here in the soft with him.
“Abusing your authority, Councillor,” you murmured against his mouth.
“Hmm…” he hummed, pretending to consider it. “Arrest me, then.”
You laughed at how he looked so pleased with himself.
“But… seriously.” He moved to rest his forehead against yours, and there was a hint of something vulnerable in his eyes you couldn’t ignore. “You tried to leave so soon, and I panicked.”
There was no joke or teasing in that line. Just honesty. The need in his voice made your heart stutter as his hands slid slowly up your sides, as if reassuring himself that you were really there.
You cupped his face, because it felt like that’s all you could do. “I was just trying to turn the lamp off, Jayce. I wasn’t going far.”
Relief softened his expression instantly, like you just handed him the future on a silver platter. Then, his lips twitched again, because this man was physically unable to stay earnest without combusting when it came to you.
“So,” he said, his smirk returning. “Are we in agreement that my containment system is effective?”
You wiggled uselessly under him, only proving his point further. “Urgh. Fine. You’re very strong. And very smart. And very annoying.”
“And you are very kissable,” he countered, brushing his nose against yours.
Strength as attraction…
Heat prickled your skin as you stepped into the forge, the air growing more oppressive once the door closed behind you. The rhythmic clang of metal against metal echoed through the room, growing louder as you moved closer.
Jayce’s silhouette emerged first, framed by the flame and spark, until you were close enough to see the lines of his muscles shifting beneath his skin as he worked. You found yourself rooted in place, watching the hammer rise and fall in his grasp, each strike sending sparks through the air.
His expression was rigid and focused, brows furrowed, nose scrunched slightly— too caught up in whatever design was still turning over in his mind to notice anything else. It was a rare sight, and a stark contrast to the tender expression he would always carry with you.
Still, you couldn’t stop the way your gaze swept over him shamelessly. His shirt was discarded, leaving his abdomen exposed, skin flushed from heat and effort. You weren’t too close for him to sense you yet, but still close enough to see sweat glistening and trail along the planes of his body.
Soot dusted his forearms, his muscles taut from hours at the forge. The strength that lined his chest and arms told a story of effort, of persistence, of dedication. He wasn't sculpted by idleness— he was carved by work.
There was something about how effortless he wore that strength and how he carried it with grace— without trying to flaunt— that made it all the more arresting. More admirable. More dangerous to your composure.
You swallowed hard as you felt heat crawl up your neck. His physique wasn’t built for display, but for purpose meant for efficiency, not aesthetics.
The forge grew quieter when Jayce stopped hammering, dipping the heated metal into water to cool. A sharp hiss filled the space as it met the cold. He removed his gloves, exposing more of his arms before turning around and finally noticing you.
He blinked, clearly not expecting you to be there, before his eyes softened into familiar affection.
“…How long have you been standing there?”
You shrugged. “Long enough to know you’re very focused.”
Jayce exhaled, setting the hammer aside before stepping closer, his hands settled on your shoulders— not condescending, just instinctively protective.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured. “It’s too hot.”
“It’s fine,” you said, dismissing his concern. “Besides… I like watching you work.”
Jayce paused, his throat bobbed as he swallowed. “You do?”
You nodded, not attempting to hide your teasing now. “Hard not to.”
“Well— I mean— it’s just forging. Nothing special.”
He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, trying to downplay it. It was endearing to watch how easily your words unraveled him.
“Does it ever hurt?” you asked suddenly.
“What does?”
“Working in the forge this much. All this—” your hand hovered over his skin before brushing along the curve of his forearm, where the muscles shifted under your touch. “— it must take a toll.”
Jayce shivered as your fingers trailed higher, following the swell of his biceps— the heat of his skin, the sheen of sweat, the subtle pulse beneath it. You felt all of it.
He cleared his throat, suddenly aware of where you were going with this.
“I… well, it’s part of the work,” he stammered, the words coming out breathy. His focus gave way to something boyish and raw. “You… you get used to it.”
You weren’t done. Curiosity had you tracing higher still, fingertips brushing his shoulder, pausing where the muscle met the dip of his collarbone.
“Are you done?” His voice vibrated when he spoke. Not with irritation, but with strain.
“Can’t I appreciate the craftsmanship a little longer?”
Jayce shook his head before looking away. “You’re very distracting.”
“Funny. I was gonna say the same thing about you.”
When you finally looked up, his cheeks were flushed. There was some soot that was smeared on the side, a testament of his labour. For once, the brilliant, confident Jayce Talis looked utterly undone.
And he was breathtaking like this.
Jayce finally reached out, his hands curling around your wrist. Not to stop you, but to ground himself. His thumb brushed over your skin once before he let go.
“You know exactly what you’re doing to me,” he breathed.
You tilted your head. “Do I? Because I just like seeing you like this.”
“… Like what?”
“Focused, passionate. Not trying to impress anyone.”
His shoulders eased at that, the tension melting away. Then he smiled— small and fond— and reached for your hands again, this time keeping it there.
Strength as desire…
Your legs trembled around his waist, broken moans spilled from your lips as Jayce lay beneath you on the bed. His breath was heavy where his cock stayed snug in the familiar warmth of your cunt.
With the broad, powerful frame that he carried, it was no surprise that Jayce was built the way he was— a length that left you aching long after, a girth that stretched you open until your breath stuttered and your thoughts scattered.
His gaze fixated on you, hazy and dark with want, watching the way your hips struggled as you tried to ride him. Your movements were breaking into an unsteady rhythm. Just as you rolled your hips again, his hands slid firmly to your waist.
"Sweetheart... let me," he whispered, voice low, rough around the edges.
Before you could protest, he tightened his grip— not harsh, but assured. He lifted you with effortless strength, guiding you back down onto him. The sudden drag of him filling you deeper and stole the air from your lungs, your body instinctively pressing closer to his chest.
“Oh— Jayce…” you gasped, fingers clutching at his broad shoulders as his strength took over, every movement controlled. The friction was overwhelming, enough to send sparks through your spine.
He groaned softly against your ear, forehead pressing to yours like he needed the anchor.
“God, I—” another thrust, deeper this time, pulling a helpless whimper from your throat, “I can’t get enough of you.”
Each motion was steady and deliberate. Even as you were starting to bliss out, you could still feel how carefully he handled you— lifting you with ease, lowering you back down like you were something precious.
He was always like this with you, even in bed. Handling you like you were fragile, not because you were weak, but because he chose to be gentle. Every touch was driven by his heart, not just lust. Even the way he looked at you, that unmistakable devotion glimmering in his eyes, seemed to deepen whenever you were like this together.
Every time your body took him in— the silky walls of your cunt pulling him back in desperately— he shuddered as if it undid him completely.
“I’ll take care of you,” he murmured, lips trailing along your jaw, your cheek, your temple. His voice wavered as his chest heaved under your palms. “Just… stay with me.”
Your heart thumped at the sincerity in his words. His strength wasn’t just used to take overpower you— it was used to savour the moment. You tightened your arms around him, and his pace faltered for a moment, like the closeness alone threatened to undo him.
Blood was starting in your ears, but you could still make out Jayce’s breathless moans and the warm, slick sounds of skin against skin— your thighs meeting his hips with every movement.
His rhythm was slow at first. One deep thrust until he was buried deep inside you completely, every inch of him felt. Then he lifted you again, letting you feel every stretch and drag.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he pulled you tighter against his chest as he thrust up into you— countering the bounce with every strength of his hips. The force of it tore a startled cry from your throat.
His head tipping back for a moment when you felt the tip of his cock twitch inside you, before snapping forward again, his forehead pressing to yours.
“You feel incredible,” he whispered against your lips,
He pulled back just enough to look at you. But you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze.
“Jayce—”
“I mean it.” His breath was ragged now, every exhale hot against your mouth. “You don't even know what you're doing to me.”
He pulled you closer, guiding your lips to his and kissed you sloppily between gasps, almost desperate to claim every sound you made.
His strength carried the rhythm, but it was his desperation, his need to be inside you and with you, that made every motion feel reverent like worship.
Then his thrusts grew messy and uneven, losing their cadence as you felt him starting to chase the edge. The world seemed to slow as the final wave broke through him.
He kept you close, deep and steady, holding you there as his release tore through him, almost throwing you off orbit.
For a moment, there was nothing but the rapid thud of your heartbeat in your ears and the shallow sound of both your breaths. His hands smoothed up and down your spine, grounding himself in the feel of you still trembling in his arms.
You felt him softening inside you, his length slowly going slack as the tension left his body. When shifted slightly, a low groan rumbled in his throat. Because he felt it. The warmth of him spilling down between you both, seeping out of you just enough to make you both acutely aware of it.
When he finally dared to look down, he had to clamp on his lower lip to suppress another moan. You followed his gaze to see what he was looking at.
Between you, his release was smeared against your skin, dripping slowly down the soft curve of your thigh, glistening in the dim light.
“That’s… all me,” he whispered. His fingers twitched against your hip in quiet disbelief.
You hid your face in the crook of his neck, suddenly self-conscious, but Jayce wasn't having it. He tilted your chin gently, guiding you to meet his gaze.
“You really are breathtaking like this,” he murmured in awe.
His thumb brushed carefully along the edge of your thigh, tracing the path where his spend had begun to tail lower. Then, he gathered you closer, holding you there until your breathing evened out and sleep slowly claimed you both.
god sorry the brainrot is so real tonight bc i keep thinking about how jayce is a certified LOVER BOYYYY. he’s all physical touch and reassuring glances, always touching you in anyway he can when you’re next to him. brings you your favorite coffee or flowers when you least expect it; just because he can. speaks in the softest tone when you’re around and gives you everything and anything you ask for without a second thought. and even though he’s still a little clueless and nervous when you reciprocate his feelings, he still kisses you with his entire soul bc he just loves so deeply UGHHHHH
meanwhile viktor, while a little insecure about himself, loves just as deeply but far more quietly than jayce does. he’s the one who scoots your coffee cup closer to you in the mornings, just so you don’t have to reach so far for it. writes you little notes for you to find in your books and then acts like he doesn’t know how they got there. kisses you randomly on the forehead as he walks by and every time it leaves you giddy. he longingly stares at you across the room but when you ask what he’s looking at he’ll just make some excuse up and busy himself with something else. acts of service and quality time is his love language and he’d do anything for you RAAAAA
Notes: Big AN incoming. This has become my little baby over the last week. It is incredibly self-indulgent, featuring a violinist reader (like myself) and I have quite a few music recommendations for reading this. Firstly, I listened to Sibelius’ Violin Concerto in D Minor, and I imagine that for the opening of the fic. Not only is it an astounding piece of music, but has an interesting story of mental turmoil and burnout that really resonates with themes of this fic I think. I then also listened to The Butterfly Lovers Violin Concerto for the second violin section later on in the hotel. Do give them a listen, even if you don’t usually listen to classical music. Your resident violinist fanfic writer highly recommends.
Warnings/Rating: Fluff, yearning, lots of plot leading into soft smut, a bit of angst, one use of y/n, reader is a violinist from Demacia - a little bit of LoL lore, swearing, whirlwind romance, unprotected PiV sex, female-receiving oral, reader is smaller than Jayce (but who isn’t) | 18+ MDNI
Wordcount: 6.5k
Synopsis: Jayce is usually not one for pompous concerts, but one musician and three days manage to change his perspective on music and romance for good...
Masterlist | Ko-Fi | '72 Hours In Piltover' playlist
“Councillor Talis! I wasn’t expecting you here!” Mel raised her eyebrows in surprise as she pushed off the balustrade, greeting him with a customary kiss to each cheek before handing him a champagne flute.
“I can’t say it was my first choice for this evening, but I needed to talk to you about today’s proposal—“
“That can wait,” she brushed him off, sitting back on the edge of the balcony again, eyes gazing back out to the stage. “The concerto is about to begin.”
Jayce crossed the gap between them slowly with a small huff of frustration, resting against the wall casually as he took a sip of the bubbling liquid, watching as the orchestra took their seats to tune up.
“Is this that Demacian virtuoso Heimerdinger was babbling on about?” He asked, gesturing vaguely downwards with his glass.
Mel nodded, swallowing a sip of her drink. “She’s a good friend of mine, and an astonishing musician.”
Jayce hummed absentmindedly. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate music, it was just never as important to him as science. The arts were simply something to pass the time.
He opened his mouth to speak again, just for sudden applause to silence him, Mel clapping loudly down his ear as someone walked out on stage, people throwing white roses onto the stage in droves. He was too busy flicking over the audience to pay attention to the performer, instead counting the sheer number of great houses and dignitaries in attendance with surprise.
He glanced up at last when the first notes rang out, resounding around the concert hall eerily.
His glass paused against his lips when he finally focused on her, the soloist standing in the soft glow of the spotlight as they started the yearning melody, immediately demanding his attention.
“I didn’t realise you were so interested in the classical arts, Jayce?” Mel’s voice was dripping with sarcasm beside him, eyes flicking over his face as he stood enthralled.
He hummed softly, not registering her words fully as his eyes remained fixed on the violinist. Their command of the stage, their instrument, and the audience had him transfixed. His eyes were unable to tear themselves from the fast moving fingers as they worked against the strings. The care and delicacy it took bewitching him, not to mention the performer behind it all.
She was astoundingly beautiful, almost ethereal under the soft stage lighting, the muscles of her arms flexing with each movement of the bow, her eyes closed with concentration and brow furrowed as she lost herself in the music. For a moment, he could have sworn there was no one in the hall besides the two of them.
He slowly became aware of Mel watching him closely, eyes trained to the side of his face in thought. “I know you weren’t going to go to the gala after the concert, but I can introduce you, if you like. She is attending as my personal guest.”
“She is?!” His voice came across far more desperate than he intended and he cleared his throat roughly, “I mean, is she? That would be interesting – to meet a close friend of yours, that is.”
She grinned slyly, taking a sip of her drink, “You have certainly changed your tune.”
He side eyed her as she held in a laugh at her pun.
“What can I say, music makes people act strangely.”
“Yes, it’s the music.” Her laugh finally escaped and she muffled it with her hand as he sighed agitated, eyes and attention drifting back to the woman on stage.
The room was growing unbelievably stuffy as you stepped between guests, each one laying their compliments on thickly – although whether they were to appease you or appeal to councillor Medarda you weren’t sure. Either way, your feet were beginning to ache, your throat scratched, and the champagne was starting to taste stale.
“I think I might have to make an escape,” you muttered to her, earning a soft chuckle but noticing her attention was elsewhere. You followed her eyes to the man approaching, ready to put on the fake smile, only for your jaw to fall slack.
“(Y/n), this is our very own man of progress, councillor Jayce Talis.” Mel gestured to the man now standing before you and your stomach fluttered, eyes raking over his tan skin, his towering height enough to have you swooning. He was far more handsome than the pictures led you to believe, and that was saying something.
“I’ve heard so much about you,” you smiled softly, holding your hand out for him to take, feeling your skin heat up as he leaned down to kiss the back of your hand softly. “I hope you enjoyed the performance, councillor.”
“Councillor Talis here is usually more… mechanically inclined than musically,” Mel interrupted, a knowing grin shot in Jayce’s direction that he chose to ignore.
He flushed a little, fingers fidgeting around the stem of his champagne flute. “It is true that I am perhaps more used to the hum of machinery,” he laughed awkwardly. “But yes, I very much enjoyed it. It was – you were – astounding.”
You smiled softly, ignoring the flutter in your chest. It was the first compliment this evening that felt truly genuine. “I suppose the orchestra is its own kind of machine of sorts. All individual parts coming together to make magic,” you pondered, satisfied when his lips twitched up with a small laugh.
His breath hitched in his throat as you smirked into your champagne glass, raising a brow at him over the rim, sending his mouth dry.
“Councillor Medarda, is this the brilliant young virtuoso?” Your eyes stayed fixed on his as another dignitary sidled up to you, your mind ticking away as you took his features in for a moment, too busy to listen to her introductions until you heard your name, finally pulling your eyes away to greet them.
Your heart sank a little when you turned and found him missing from your side. Your eyes flicked over the crowds hoping to spot him, but it was like he had vanished from thin air.
“Are you quite alright, my dear?” The old woman’s voice called you back to earth.
“Quite – sorry, it’s been a long day,” you brushed off, forcing a half-arsed laugh. “Would you excuse me?”
You glanced around for the nearest door. The air was becoming almost oppressive, making you feel dizzy the longer you spent in amongst the throngs of people. You made a beeline for the large set of balcony doors propped open across the room, the gentle breeze that sent the thin drapes billowing drawing you in like an oasis.
Huffing a sigh of relief as the cool air hit you, you pushed the curtain to the side and slipped out, pausing on the threshold when your eyes caught his silhouette, the wall of muscle unmistakeable even in the dim lighting.
“I’m not disturbing you, am I?” You called softly, lips twitching into a smile when he jumped, turning quickly away from the balcony edge to see who it was, his shoulders relaxing a little when he saw you.
“I thought you would be busy being swept off your feet,” he teased softly, letting you lean against the balustrade beside him.
You laughed gently, “gods, I think I might dissolve on the spot if I have to spend any longer mingling.” You jokingly cringed at the thought.
“Not your scene?” He enquired boldly, raising a brow as he studied your face. Your own attention was fixed out on the lights of the city below, giving him time to really break down the contours of your face, eyes lingering on the gentle curve of your lips as you pursued them in thought.
You shook your head, “I am far happier in the comfort of my practice room.”
He huffed a clipped laugh, “you remind me of my partner.”
Your brows rose as you turned to look at him, “your partner?” You tried to hide the disappointment you felt in your chest.
“My lab partner,” he was quick to clarify. “He has one of the most brilliant minds of our generation, but he is far more content tucked away in the lab than sharing himself with the world. You know, before our first innovators competition, he was so nervous he was si–“ he stopped himself quickly, realising he was rambling. “He would probably hit me if I finish that story.” He laughed.
You laughed softly with him, forcing your gaze back out over the city again. “What about you, councillor Talis? Are you more for the practice room, or the spotlight?”
He hesitated for a moment before answering. You could feel his body tense every so slightly beside you, the air around him suddenly feeling thicker.
“If I’m honest?” He paused to wet his lips, “I miss the old days, before all this politics. I’ve never minded the spotlight, but I think I would like to spend a little more time in the lab again. Just me and the machines.”
You hummed softly, mulling his words over. “I guess that’s the bitter sweet thing about our lines of work, you never know how good you have it until everything changes. Fame is never what they make it out to be.” Your tone was sadder than you perhaps intended, but for the first time in a long time you felt you had someone who might finally understand what it was like.
He barked out a laugh, shaking his head. “You know, before tonight I thought there was no conceivable way for science and art to compare,” he started earning a playful eye roll from you, “but I think you have made me see that they’re not all that different after all.”
“Well, I am glad to have been of some service,” you tipped your glass to him and he cheersed it gently, both of you taking long sips as you looked back over the busy city.
“How long are you in Piltover?” He asked softly, breaking the comfortable silence.
You shrugged, “another day or two, I think. Everything blurs into one on these tours.” You sighed, leaning your full weight atop the stone railing and looking down over the edge.
You sensed his aura shift, his face dropping slightly at the news. “And after that?”
“Back home to Demacia I think, closing it out where we began.”
“It would be interesting to visit Demacia someday,” he mused, taking another small sip of his champagne.
You snorted lightly, eyeing him carefully, “Don’t take this personally, Mr. Talis, but I’m not sure that you would receive quite the same welcome.” He looked at you confused for a moment before his lips parted in a silent ‘ah’ as the realisation dawned on him. “You might not be a mage yourself, but this Hextech of yours would put you in a difficult situation. Not all of my kin are as open minded to the prospect of magic”
You both fell into silence again, this one more tense than the last. Part of you didn’t want to step away, wanting to cling onto the moment as long as you could as the world seemed to stand still around you, the only thing alerting you to the passage of time being the steady thrum of people on the other side of the glass doors.
“I don’t suppose you have any plans for your final few days here, do you?” He asked cautiously, glancing down at the dregs of liquid in his glass before turning to you, leaning with one elbow on the balustrade as he finished off the last drops.
“Besides more shaking hands, I don’t think so,” you turned to face him and mimicked his stance, intrigued.
“How about I give you a tour of my lab? My little practice room, I suppose” he chuckled awkwardly, eyes flicking back to his glass before finding you again. You could see the nerves swimming behind them.
You couldn’t help but grin, nodding tentatively. “I would like that, very much – so long as your partner doesn’t mind?” You teased softly and he chuckled.
“He won’t, I’m sure.”
“Well then, councillor—“
“Jayce. Just Jayce, please.” He stopped you.
Your stomach fluttered and your skin prickled under his intent gaze, the warmth of the champagne suddenly hitting you as he looked at you with doe eyes, hazel orbs softening in the soft balcony lighting.
“Well then, Jayce,” you spoke softly through a smile, “I suppose it’s a plan.”
You knocked on the door cautiously, pushing it open and peeking around, hoping to the gods you had managed to find the right room.
“You’re here!” Jayce sounded genuinely surprised, pushing his stool back as he stood quickly, crossing the lab quickly to greet you.
“Well I was promised a tour,” you chuckled softly as your eyes flicked around the room quickly, taking in the various machines and tools scattered around. They made the place feel almost cosy, despite the harsh lines and sterile lights. Finally, you landed on a very confused looking man sitting looking between the two of you, goggles pushed up into his hair, his brows furrowed at the intrusion.
Jayce cleared his throat as he crossed to you, opening the door more fully and gesturing for you to step in. “Viktor, this is (Y/n), the violinist I was telling you about?”
Viktor’s face softened a little as he nodded, humming under his breath, cautious eyes flicking between the two of you again before his lips quirked up into the ghost of a smile, “Yes, I see that now.”
You glanced at Jayce a little confused as he coughed awkwardly, sending his partner a disconcerting glare before turning to you more softly, the irritation melting from him almost immediately as he gestured loosely to his partner, “And this is my lab partner, Viktor, don’t mind him.”
Viktor snorted a laugh across the room and Jayce glared at him again before turning back to you, an exasperated chuckle escaping his throat as you raised a brow. “So, that tour…”
“You truly are a remarkable man, Jayce,” you mused as he led you out to the Academy foyer again, your fingers twirling absentmindedly around the small cog he had flicked to you teasingly. You tried to ignore the heat of your skin under his hand as he guided you through the door, fingertips resting against your lower back as he held the door open for you.
He scoffed self-consciously and you could just about spot the light flush that creeped up from beneath his collar. “Viktor’s the real mastermind behind it all. I wouldn’t have managed any of it without him.”
Jayce continued to lead you through the corridors, still lingering close to your slide despite having retracted his hand from your skin.
You glanced at him, taking a moment to study his face as you smiled softly, “he means a lot to you.” It was more of a statement than a question, and he chuckled quietly.
He reached out again quickly, his hand settling against your back as he guided you again. You hadn’t even realised you were starting to stray off away from him as you gazed at him until he tucked you a little closer into his side again, helping you narrowly avoid walking into some oncoming students.
“He is like a brother to me,” he agreed, leaving his hand gingerly against your back as he guided you towards the main doors. “Do you have anyone like that? Back home, I mean?”
You hesitated for a moment as you both stopped by the doors, hovering as if neither of you really wanted to part. “My teacher,” you admitted quietly, swallowing thickly, “although they passed a few months ago.”
Jayce’s eyes immediately softened, his features immediately twisting with regret, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t m–”
“It’s okay, they had been sick for a while,” you offered him a tight-lipped smile before glancing down at your hands as you fidgeted with the cog. “Tell me, do you know any good bakeries around here? I’m dying for something sweet.” You laughed softly, your smile turning more genuine when he visibly relaxed again.
He nodded a little too enthusiastically, and you could see himself beat himself up for it immediately in his head, swallowing hard as he controlled himself again, “There’s one just down the street – I could take you, if you like?” he added quickly, gesturing towards the door and stepping a little closer towards it. “I could do with more breaks.”
You lifted a brow, your heart fluttering in your chest at the thought of not having to say goodbye just yet, “Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother…”
“You’re not,” he raced to stop you, his voice low and sincere. “You never could be.”
Warmth flooded your chest, creeping up to your cheeks “Well then,” you murmured, lips curving into a coy grin, “lead the way, dear tour guide.”
His smirk softened into something more tender as he offered you his arm. You glanced at it for a moment, hesitantly, before looping yours around it, your hand resting on the firm muscle of his forearm as he pushed the door open for you.
You wiped the corner of your mouth as you laughed, brushing the icing sugar away from your lips.
“You still have a little – just there,” Jayce pointed to your face vaguely and you wiped your fingers across your chin again, still giggling as he rolled his eyes. “No, just – come here,” he laughed breathily as he reached up.
Your breath caught in your throat as he brushed his thumb over your cheek, his calloused fingers resting against your jaw to steady his hand as he brushed the evidence of your baked treats away. Your laugh died in your throat as you both paused there for a moment, your eyes unable to move from his as you swallowed thickly. You were sure he would have been able to feel the effort beneath his fingers as they brushed your pulse point.
“Got it?” you asked gingerly, the sound coming out as little more than a whisper, not quite trusting your voice.
He retracted his hand a little too quickly for your liking, coughing to clear his throat awkwardly as he tore his gaze from yours, looking anywhere but your face. “Yeah, you’re good.”
That light flush was back again in his cheeks.
You too glanced away, your eyes catching your watch as you looked down at your lap. Your eyes widened when you realised how late it was. What was supposed to be a quick tour and lunch break had turned into nearly five hours of talking.
“Gods, I have to go!” you rushed to stand, gathering up your jacket and swinging it over your shoulders hurriedly, fighting to find one of the arms. “I have another thing I promised I would go to with Mel, I–” you broke off with a huff, still fighting to try and swing your jacket on.
Jayce stood, fingers curling around the fabric and holding it still for you to slide your arm in more smoothly. You hesitated again, realising just how close he was standing to you. Another small step and his lips would have brushed your forehead.
“Can I see you again?” his voice wavered a little, betraying his nerves. For a split second, you were sure you caught him glancing down to your lips. His honey eyes lingered for just a moment before coming up to meet yours again, once again stealing the air from your lungs.
You barely hesitated before you fished in your bag, pulling out a pen and leaning down to scribble on one of the cafe napkins, the ink mixing a little with the remnants of powdered sugar. “This is my hotel,” you capped the pen again and handed him the napkin, “If you have time, stop by tomorrow? I’ll be there.”
He nodded fervently, fingers brushing over the paper as if it were made of the finest silk. “I’ll be there.”
You smiled again before you leaned up on your toes, your body moving quicker than your own mind could process to place a quick kiss to his cheek, your lips barely brushing the skin before you pulled away and rushed out the cafe door.
You unfolded yourself from the chair slowly, pulling your legs out from beneath you as the knock on your door roused you. You pulled your robe a little closer to your body as you pressed against the peephole.
You had spent almost all day in your hotel room at this point, moving gradually between your bed, the chair by the balcony, and playing aimlessly, wandering around the suite and, quite frankly, moping.
When you had first arrived in Piltover, you had wanted nothing more than to get the performance over with and finally go home so you could spend some time to yourself. Maybe even take a few months off playing to just… be.
Now, however, you wanted nothing more than to stay, just another few days, at least. Just to see him. The man you had spent all day moping about.
You pulled in an anxious breath as you stepped away from the door, taking a moment to compose yourself before you pulled it open, hiding behind it a little when you realised just how exposed you were in your thin pajamas and your robe.
“I was starting to think that you weren’t coming,” you teased lightly as you leaned against the door, unable to stop your grin as your eyes flicked over him. His hair was a little disheveled, as if he had been raking his hands through it all day, and his chin was shadowy with the hint of stubble. Your eyes paused, however, on the bouquet of white roses he had cradled in the crook of his arm.
“I am so sorry,” he huffed, raking his hand through his hair and confirming your suspicion, “I have had the busiest day.”
You stepped to the side, biting your lip to try and suppress your grin a little as he stepped past you, letting you close the door and lean against it, simply admiring him for a moment as he looked around the suite, taking the moment to try and calm the tingle in your skin.
“I brought you these,” he held the flowers out bashfully. Any attempt to calm yourself were immediately thwarted as he smiled softly. You took them from him gently, your fingers brushing his. “I didn’t have any to offer at the show, and I felt I needed to make up for that.”
“You didn’t have to,” a sheepish smile tugged at your lips as you set them down, unwrapping them carefully as he settled in the chair you had just been huddled up in, watching as you placed each rose carefully into one of the empty vases on the large table.
“I wanted to. I meant what I said the other night, you were spectacular,” he brushed you off. “I just wish I could hear you play again before you leave.” His voice grew tighter and your hands paused over the final flower, your fingers brushing over the soft petals as a lump formed in your throat. How did a man you had only met two days ago have such a big effect on you?
“When do you leave?” His words came softly, almost heavy.
You turned slowly, leaning against the table and pulling your robe closer to your skin. “Tomorrow.”
An uneasy silence settled between you as you picked at your thumb. The air between you seemed thick, the easiness of yesterday had seemed to evaporate as you realised that it was all going to be ripped from you before anything had really begun.
“Would you play for me?”
You glanced up quickly, eyes widening as your fingers stilled.
You could see the immediate panic in his face, “I didn’t mean to overstep–”
“No, no, sorry,” you breathed a laugh, “I just…” you hesitated for a moment, rolling your lip between your teeth, “I actually get pretty bad stage fright,” you chuckled as you frowned at you.
“But you seem so natural on the stage?” he pressed, lips curving into a baffled grin.
“It’s different up there. With the lights, you can barely see anything beneath you. Here, well, it’s you.”
He sniggered, sitting back in the chair and draping an arm over the back of it as he relaxed more, the ease quickly returning. “What does that mean?”
You rolled your eyes, pushing off the table and rounding to where your violin sat propped up on its stand. You lifted it slowly, rolling your thumb over the strings on the fingerboard. “You’re the man of progress,” you drawled, “You’re special.”
You heard him shift behind you, but you didn’t register that he had moved until you felt his hand brush down your arm, fingers trailing down the soft satin of your gown. You turned your head just slightly, enough to glance at him over your shoulder.
“I’m just Jayce,” he reminded you softly, his voice little more than a murmur.
Pulling in an unsteady breath, you leaned down again quickly, picking up your bow and twisting it in your fingers. Jayce took a few slow steps back, leaning against the table you had leant against earlier as he watched you.
“What would you like to hear?” you asked quietly, your thumb strumming over the neck of your violin as you held it against you.
He shrugged lightly, folding his arms over his chest. “Whatever you’ll let me hear.”
Your fingers felt clammy as you brought the instrument up under your chin, letting the shoulder rest dig into your collarbone as you nuzzled your chin into place. Your eyes fluttered shut as you rested your fingers over the strings, feeling the thin metal as you thought it over.
You exhaled softly as you lifted the bow to the strings, sucking in a breath again as you started to play, the notes resounding around the suite’s small sitting room. You felt yourself get lost in them again, your brow furrowing and jaw clenching as you breathed through the music, barely aware of Jayce as he stood watching you in awe until you suddenly felt brave enough to open your eyes, finding his immediately, as if he hadn’t taken his gaze off you.
He continued to watch you for a few minutes before he pushed away from the table slowly. You continued playing, your gaze remaining steady as you pressed through the notes, only faltering as he stepped closer towards you, suddenly struggling to draw breath.
You lowered your instrument slowly, the sound ebbing away as the bow fell from the strings as he stepped closer, his eyes falling to your lips as they parted for breath.
Then, he kissed you.
His lips were a little rough against yours as he pressed against you, careful not to bump your violin as his hand wrapped around your waist slowly, your arms dropping slowly to your sides as you started to lose yourself in the feeling, his tongue rolling teasingly over your lip.
You gasped against him, and he rolled his tongue against yours, deepening his hold on you as you pressed up against him, desperate to be closer.
You broke away from him for only a moment, pausing to glance between his eyes before you turned to rest your instrument back in its stand.
Without a second thought, you pulled his hand into yours, taking steady steps backwards towards the bedroom as you pulled him with you, smirking softly as he reached up with his spare hand to loosen his tie, dropping the fabric to the floor as you crossed the threshold, immediately tugging him into you again and crashing your lips to his.
Within a breath, he was tilting your head up to meet your lips more easily, fingers nestled under your chin as his other hand roamed down your side, fingers bunching the thin fabric of your gown as he pulled at the satin string that held it together.
You were more than willing to let it fall from your frame, pooling at your feet beside the bed before he pressed gently against your hips, easing you back onto the mattress as he brought a knee up to rest between your thighs, pausing just briefly to let his eyes roam over your scantily clad form.
“You’re breathtaking,” he sighed before his lips found your skin again, trailing down your throat as he worked to undo his shirt buttons. He gave up after the first few and opted for shrugging it off over his head instead, tossing it to the side as you giggled at his desperation, sheer joy bubbling in your chest as he kissed you again with a grin.
You arched your back with a sigh as he kissed down your chest slowly, his fingers making light work of pushing your top up your torso and encouraging it over your head. It took him very little time to latch onto your chest and suck teasingly, eliciting a soft groan from your throat as your wove your hands into his hair, tugging instinctively as he rolled your nipple under his tongue, glancing up with lust-blown eyes before continuing his path down your body.
He tapped on your hip gently, grinning dopily, “move up.” His voice was little more than a breathless pant as you obliged with a smirk, shuffling up to rest against the lush hotel pillows, your skin tingling with anticipation as he settled between your legs again, hooking one over his shoulder and pressing lazy kisses from your ankle, up your calf, to your thigh, where he paused.
His eyes found yours again, seeking silent permission as his hands rested against your hips, fingers toying with the thin fabric of your sleep shorts.
You nodded, “please.” You barely managed to get the word out before he was tugging the soaked fabric away from your core. You would have laughed at the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips had he not immediately lowered himself, his breath fanning over your folds and sending a shiver through your nerves.
“Oh, Jayce,” you were not oblivious to the effect your voice had on him. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to part your folds tentatively and lap at your wetness. His eyes fluttered closed with a groan as he tasted you, fingers instinctively tightening against your skin as if holding himself back.
The whine that escaped your throat would have been embarrassing had you not been so lost in the way his tongue flicked at your clit with ease, his hands wrapping around your thighs to hold you against him, locking his head between your legs as if he were happy to be suffocated between them.
Your hands found his hair again, practised fingers tugging at the strands to press him closer to your core, spurring him on as he licked into you, tongue dipping down to your entrance to gather your wetness, alternating between fucking into you with his tongue and lapping at you like a man starved. Every flick, every swirl, sending waves of bliss through your stomach, making your toes curl and cramp.
It was almost embarrassing how quickly he was pulling you towards the edge, holding your hips still to avoid you squirming away from his mouth as he devoured you gently, sucking every so often on your clit and sending shocks of pleasure through your body, your stomach twitching with the shocks of it, until the pressure grew too much, eventually snapping as you came on his tongue. Your body tensed under his hands, yet he held you down, continuing his assault on your clit until you were pushing at his forehead, desperate to find some relief from the overstimulation.
You laid there panting for a moment, hand pressed to your forehead as you tried to come back to your senses when you realised he had made no attempt to undress himself any further – ever the gentleman. Instead, he was simply knelt at the base of the bed, watching you blissfully with a dopey smile on his face, chin glistening a little in the moonlight with your slick.
“Come ‘ere,” you reached for him, laughing when he crawled up towards you, caging you against the mattress and meeting you in a kiss you could taste yourself in as you pressed against his shoulders, encouraging him to roll as you straddled him, hands resting against his broad chest for balance.
You took a moment to feel the strong muscles beneath your palms, trying to commit them to memory before you kissed down them, fingers making light work of his belt as you tugged his slacks down his thighs with a little help from him.
“You’re so beautiful,” you mused as you crawled back up him again. Even in the dim light you could see the faint blush that covered his cheeks. It only darkened as you settled over where he needed you most, his cock twitching against his stomach as you hovered above him.
You gave him a few tentative strokes, the weight of him heavy in your palm as you spread his leaking precum across his skin before you lifted yourself up on shaky legs. His hand quickly replaced yours, letting you use both hands to balance on his chest as he brushed his tip through your folds, a low hiss escaping from his lips.
With a sigh, you sunk down on him, letting his tip split your lips as you eased down on him gradually, letting yourself grow accustomed to the delicious stretch. You could tell he was trying his best to avoid bucking up into you as you adjusted, the muscles in his abdomen tensing as he groaned.
With a sigh you bottomed out, shuffling your legs a little beside his hips for better leverage as you lifted yourself up slowly before dropping down. Both of you groaned in unison, your fingers digging into his skin, your head dropping forward as you bit your lower lip; Jayce pressing his head back into the pillows.
Your breath came out in gentle pants as you rode him slowly, your fingers clutching at his broad shoulders as you felt him drag along your walls. His fingers fluttered over the skin of your hips as he helped guide you lovingly, squeezing softly with every roll of your body against his.
“You feel so perfect,” he mumbled aimlessly, his brain fogging over as you squeezed around him, “Fuck – you are so perfect, so beautiful like that–”
He pulled his lip between his teeth as he pushed himself to sit up, his arms snaking around your waist to hold your chest against his as you continued to rock against him. He leaned forward a little to bury his face in the crook of your neck, nestling against you momentarily before his lips dragged across your hot skin, his breath searing as he trailed open mouth kisses across your pulse point desperately.
Your fingers dug into his hair, holding him against you as you continued to lift yourself lazily, grinding your hips against his with soft mewls, your eyes screwed shut as you lost yourself in the feeling of him filling you, gasping his name each time he bucked up into your instinctively, reaching spots of you you didn’t even know you had.
“J-Jayce, I–” you trailed off, your hips starting to rut a little more pathetically as your energy drained, the pleasure twisting your stomach making it harder to concentrate on your movements.
With a breathy laugh against your lips he tightened his grip around your lower back, twisting you both until you were sprawled out beneath him, legs wrapping around his waist as he settled between your legs.
“I’ve got you–” His voice was breathy as he brought his lips to yours again, capturing them and swallowing your breathy groan as he pressed into you again until his hips were flush with yours, one hand balancing him beside your head as the other clasped at your thigh, holding you against him as he rolled into you, again and again, the new angle letting him drag tauntingly along your front wall.
You practically sobbed when he brought a hand down to your clit, his thumb rolling over your clit lazily as he huffed, his movements growing sloppy.
“Need you to cum for me,” he muttered in your ear, his breath gravelly with effort. “Feel so good around me, need to feel you – really feel you.” He was particularly begging, and with the way he moved against you, it brought you to the edge again.
You nodded pathetically, your nails clawing at his broad back as he leaned down over you, your thighs pressed up against your stomach as he bent you to his will, your muscles melting against the mattress as you turned to putty in his hands.
“I’ve got you,” he uttered again as you came undone around him, your walls fluttering and squeezing him with such force that you nearly pushed him out. He pressed forward, groaning against the shell of your ear as he filled you, his member twitching as his head dropped to your shoulder, his desperate groans drawn out as he came down from his high slowly.
He squinted as he opened his eyes, trying to adjust to the light as it filtered through the thin curtains. For a moment, he glanced around confused, trying to get a grasp of where he was when it dawned on him, the memories of the night before flooding back. His lips ticked up into a lazy smile.
He rolled over slowly, the smile slowly fading as he reached out to find a cold mattress beside him. Pressing his palms against the bed he sat up, letting the sheets droop around his waist as he looked around the room, brow furrowing when he found it empty.
Standing and pulling on his boxers and trousers from the day before, he padded out to the small sitting room quietly. He stopped in the doorway, his chest tightening uncomfortably when he spotted her violin missing. His eyes wandered again, settling on the single white rose on the table, all other traces of her removed.
He stepped towards it slowly, as if moving too quickly would cause it to disintegrate. With a small, defeated huff he picked the flower up, rolling the stem carefully between his fingers, watching it despondently as he realised she had gone - truly gone - where he could not follow.
He held the flower against his lips lightly, the velvet petals brushing against the skin as he inhaled, eyes fluttering shut as the gentle perfume washed over him. Then, he dropped it, letting it fall from his grasp ack to the table as he stepped away to collect his clothes again - the moment as fleeting as the last 72 hours in Piltover.
creators note: never really wrote for arcane so for my first time i gave my best shot! this'll be a series and ill try my best to write jayce :) bear with me guys
warnings: none, though the reader is said to have brown hair & glasses, eventual smut, not proofread.
word count: 1.5k
part one — part two — part three — part four
Years of study, years of forcing your brain to absorb all the knowledge that had been spreaded out on the table in front of you.
That's what it takes for you to enter Piltover Academy. Complete agony and exhaustion behind that smile of yours. Though, it's worth it, right? Being accepted into the university you've longed for in the past years, hell, maybe even decades.
Hundreds of pearly whites were shown to you as you entered the building, the smell of different kinds of... rich fragrance hitting your nostrils. You held back every muscle in your face to not scrunch up in disgust. Your gaze shifted away from the people and onto the edifice. The building itself had greatly structured walls and ceilings. That's one thing to admire, at least. Statues were placed here and there, being the center of attention in the crowd forming around you, but that's not enough to shake off the annoyance building up on your shoulders.
A familiar, grand voice spoke up as the whole building abruptly went quiet. Your movements halted, taken aback by the sudden loss of commotion. More and more people gathered around the center of the room and, out of fear of missing out, you squeezed into the suffocating crowd. There stood the golden boy of Piltover on the stage.
“Good evening people of the future,” Jayce greeted, voice filled with warmth and determination. “Hope everyone's doin' alright.”
He cleared his throat, placing the papers on the podium as the crowd cheered loudly. You, too, clapped for him.
“Right,” he paused for a moment as the crowd's cheers died down. “It's been... a while, ever since the invention of Hextech. Since then, the glorious city of Piltover has been working its way to a brighter, easier future.”
A small bead of sweat slid down his forehead, “I was a nobody— my family used to create hammers that are probably used to make the stage I'm on. You see that?”
He pointed to the Hextech building that could be seen through the skylight of the University. The audience paused, taking their time as they listened to his speech. Your gaze shifted from him to the building, your heart thumping against your chest— for what? You don't know exactly.
“Hextech couldn't have done it without you all,” Jayce spoke. “And, I, as the Hextech inventor, will keep fighting for a brighter future. For our brighter future!”
And the crowd roared as he spoke his finishing line, a cheeky smile tugging onto the corner of his lips as he stepped down from the stage. People gathered around him, asking him all sorts of questions and begging him for his signature or a handshake. You, though, didn't move a single inch from your previous position; having just arrived into the university.
Jayce accepted the attention the crowd was giving him, answering the questions with ease, shaking their hands and writing down his signature on a piece of paper. Your brain seemed to stop working before you snapped out of your trance. You didn't have the desire to talk to him (yes, you do.) After all, he's a busy man with a busy career, what's he got for someone like you? You're fresh out of the oven, still clueless and would ramble away about some kind of nonsense that he wouldn't be interested in. So, you decided to play it safe and made your way through the horde to get to your room.
Jayce smiled awkwardly as more and more people began appearing, causing him to pause or trip over his own words; but he's good. He's good at hiding it all behind his facade. His gaze shifted before abruptly meeting your eyes, noticing the conflict in them. He'd never seen anyone so... ahem, unbothered. Your chocolate-colored eyes, gazing into nothingness while people surrounded him, crushing him with questions and pleas. The whole world seemed to stop spinning as he paused for a moment, taking his time to gaze over you before he was interrupted with another request.
What? Were you not interested in him? Was his speech too straightforward? Or was it too bland?
His thoughts scattered over one another as the amount of people began to gradually decrease, having their feeling of satisfaction after he'd answered every single one of their questions. Eventually, all the chattering from the people died down; and, soon, they're all dismissed.
But it was too late.
You were no longer in his sight and he was left with his own thoughts. Jayce was never good at pushing these doubts away. Making everyone pleased with even the slightest scent of his cologne was his goal, yet, your absence left him with a heavy heart. Fuck, he doesn't even know you... yet.
His eyes were glued onto the spot where you'd stood in the middle of the crowd, his gaze hazy and mind full of thoughts— but he knows better than to cry over spilled milk. He turned on his heels, adjusting his suit before hastily making his way back to the Hextech lab. His hands clenched into fists as he planned his next speech, wishing that you'd be at least slightly impressed by him. Getting to know you was his next step to getting rid of his little-to-no information about you. And, maybe, he'd ask Viktor... if he's even aware of the new visitor in the Piltover Academy.
“Viktor,” Jayce called out to his partner, his voice nearly echoing through the Hextech lab.
Viktor, who took his time turning around, glanced at him over his shoulder before shooting him a look of curiosity. Jayce seemed… conflicted. That made Viktor’s curiosity ignite. One of his eyebrows curled up, waiting for Jayce to continue his sentence. Jayce shut the door behind him, a look of uncertainty washing over his expressions.
“Jayce.” Viktor quipped, his voice low and steady.
Jayce cleared his throat, taking a seat on one of the chairs as he placed his leg over the table. He tried to look casual, he really did, though Viktor was observant enough to notice the beads of sweat sliding down his temple. The silence took over the conversation, creating this unbearable silence before Jayce eventually broke it.
“Quick question, ahem, my partner.” Jayce paused, “did you notice any new… visitors around the University of Piltover? Or, perhaps, around the Hextech building?”
Viktor gave him a look of indifference, clearly taken aback by the sudden question. Though, his gaze eventually fell onto the floor as he pondered the new faces he’d seen today. Quite a lot, Viktor thought to himself. Jayce had his fingers crossed, hoping for any information regarding you, peculiarly.
“New visitors…” Viktor repeated. “There were a lot of new visitors today. But if you have someone in mind— specifying them would help.”
Jayce cleared his throat, murmuring incoherent words as he leaned back against the chair. His brows furrowed, the memories of you seemingly disappearing one by one as soon as someone asks about them.
“Uh, no, well— well yes, actually.” Jayce stumbled over his words, his mind clouded by thoughts.
Viktor tilted his head to the side, finding Jayce's reply amusing to him. Curiosity piqued, and Jayce finally gathered himself.
“They wore glasses, uh… They have brown hair, not too long but not too short, y'know? And..." Jayce trailed off, trying to squeeze the memories out. "Yeah, that's all I remember.”
“Hm…”
“You've got any idea?”
“... No.”
Viktors reply caused Jayce's shoulders to sag. Jayce slumped back against his chair, his gaze falling onto the floor beneath him. Viktor furrowed his brows, taking a few steps closer to him.
“Why?” Viktor asked, curiosity evident in his voice. “Are you interested?”
“What? Pfft, no, nonsense.” Jayce replied, getting his leg off of the desk. “It's just… I don't know, they seemed so uninterested in my speech earlier.”
“Bruised your ego?”
“Hah! You wish,” Jayce retorted, his voice shifting to his usual playful one.
Viktor scoffed softly before turning his back towards Jayce, walking back to his original position as he glanced around the blueprints distributed onto the table. That caught Jayce's attention. He stood up from his chair, making his way to Viktor.
“Still looking at the blueprints?” Jayce murmured, “shouldn't you be sleeping, partner?”
The silence lingered for a moment, Jayce's question falling on deaf ears. Jayce furrowed his brows, his hand reaching up to touch Viktor's shoulder, though, instead, it hovered over him.
“Hey.” Jayce called out once more, causing Viktor to snap himself out of his thoughts.
Jayce's hand soon found Viktor's shoulder, giving him a light squeeze before taking a step front to stand right beside him. Jayce's brows furrowed, eyes filled with concern and care while Viktor stood there silently. Viktor's hand grabbed on the edge of the table, leaning forward onto the table. Soon enough, Viktor turned on his heels once more before walking towards the door.
“I should be sleeping.” Viktor spoke, his voice unfaltering.
Jayce watched silently, brows furrowed and his expression nearly pleading. Viktor took his cane and silently walked out the door.
“Goodbye.” He greeted Jayce as he left the room.
The door closed with a small click, and Jayce was left alone, once again. A small frown tugged into the corner of his lips, causing him to nearly pout. One of his hands made their way to his forehead, rubbing against his temple as he leaned back on the table. He had no reason to be so… worked up today. Did he?
wait okay this is kind of silly and i know lots of people think jayce is bi but how do u think he’d react to a bi reader!! (asking for a friend…. or myself)
jayce reaction to bi reader!!
(not silly at all)
requests!
in canon i feel like jayce 100% loved viktor in a way that was not platonic. i think he loved him romantically and the emotion was often misplaced and had him acting irrationally bc he couldn’t conceptualize what it meant for him personally to be in love with viktor. he did so many things that early season 1 jayce wouldn’t have done…literally died because he promised another version of viktor he’d fix things. that’s insane and a deep love. brothers my actual ASS HOLE.
because of that, i don’t think he’d outright say anything about himself, but accept your admission like it was the simplest thing ever. i think jayce being a science nerd means that he’d reason the probability of people loving who they do, regardless of gender, is a normal thing. he'd likely also question why more people didnt live that way...to be fully in love with their person no matter who it was...no matter what the societal implication could be.
he wouldn’t shrug it off…unless that’s what you wanted. he’d completely follow your lead and examine your feelings about it and act accordingly. he could be rash, but he's still emotionally intelligent. he knows people, often examining the way social situations work in order to fit in better himself…so he’d let you hold the reins.
if it’s something you struggled with, he’d absolutely make you feel loved by him. he'd nestle into you, listening to your ramblings about whatever was ailing you...completely loving that apprehension away.
if it’s something you just wanted to tell him, a quick off-hand comment, he’d offer you a quick kiss before resuming his work. the best moments between you were ones where he and you sat silently, an acknowledgement of how perfect the time you had with each other was when just existing.
its not that he wouldn't care...jayce absolutely would. it's just another trait that makes you who you are, another piece of you that he's so utterly grateful to be able to love.
Hallo! :D Would you be able to do any headcanons on a regressor jayce please? I don't really have anything specific, just him being little in general. Thank you! X]
sowwy these took so long :( college is really mean and i’ve been regressed myself! I hope you enjoy!! :D
little!!jayce hcs :3
- He definitely regresses due to the pressure of the council and the overall stress that comes with being ‘the man of progress!’ and Hextechs constant issues. So he regresses to at least 4 years old!
- Viktor or Mel watch after him and they just KNOW when he’s about to regress there’s so many telltale signs.
- He becomes much more clingy, and he hides his face in their necks. With Mel he definitely lays his head in her lap and just hugs her waist all saddd! He just wants comfort from his mama! With Viktor he definitely sits next to him as close as possible and leans his head into his neck as he whines for him. That’s when they know their little baby (big baby) just needs some comforting!
- Lovesss playtime! He has a bunch of old toys from when he was a kid that he took from his old room at home, cutesy little magic toys and figurines that he’d play with mel and vik!!
- He’s just a happy baby that just wants to be able to be blank minded and forget all icky adult responsibilities!! icky icky council stuff, icky hextech employers! he just wants to cuddle and eat his comfort food with his bubba and mama!!
- Now if this was a self insert thing where you were taking care of this boy, oh he’s all over you just like mel and viktor. He CRAVES touch during regression and praise as well!
- Playful baby banter gets him so happy!
- ‘Awee you just want mama!’ ‘You such a silly baby aren’t you jacey!’ ‘Mamas got you, it’s okay pup..’ ‘You’re mamas big boy aren’t you! yes you are!!!’
-GIVE HIM FACE KISSES. If you pull away tho he will do grabby hands towards you, he never wants to let go. Even gets sad when you go to the kitchen to get him his snack or sippy cup!
-Blankey time is another favorite of his, cuddled up with you below him as he hugs your waist and nuzzles your chest. If you kiss his head too? Oh this baby is sleeping good!
- please comfort him and help him forget the icky real world :(
