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dansroo · 7 days ago

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TAKE THEM OFF. Jayce Talis x reader.

⤷ Tired of monotony, there is nothing that his faithful partner can't fix.

content; nsfw. male!reader. dom!reader. sub!needy!jayce. secret relationship. masturbation through clothes. light overstimulation. dirty talk. teasing. semi-public. mention of body fluids. slight mention of huge cock. so messy and loud jayce. mention of women flirting with you and a little jealousy!jayce. wc; 1.6K

Do you know that famous GIF from a 1997’s movie called "Wilde"? Just so you can understand the position a little better. ;)

a/n; hi!!, I hope you had a good time at the holidays, in my country they haven't finished yet haha. btw, I wanted to release this that I had in mind before continuing with the requests. english is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any grammatical error !

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

The significant effect you have on him was something that remained difficult to explain, even to himself.

The scent of your perfume clouded his mind, causing most of his thoughts to become blurred, transforming into only one that was recurrent—the carnal need he has for you. He wanted to feel you touching him properly, that you stop teasing him over his clothes. Even if it was something foolish to ask, he had already cummed for the second time inside his pants.

Just for a couple of caresses and words in the ear.

No one out there had any idea of what was happening in here. The same ordinary and frequent talks, pretending that they were even a little interested in each other's life or well-being. Hypocrisy. It was all about income, money, convenience.

Drinking the most expensive wine while ensuring a good impression. To have everyone you could on your side.

But he didn't have to spend the rest of the night in a pretentious gala if he had you by his side. His most faithful partner��or at least that was what they used to whisper to each other on every corner.

He wasn't going to spend it either looking at the way those women touched you. So supposedly innocent, when their flirtation could be seen from miles away. Fingers slid all over your arm as they leaned close to you, pressing. They almost made him choke on his drink more than once. It wouldn’t be weird for anyone if you and he got away from the rest, right?

The way it was so easy for you to make him melt in your hands was worth studying.

“Does it hurt?” he managed to hear your voice, muttering close to his ear.

Your hand caressed his thigh, torturously slow. He took a deep breath when you reached the groin, stopping you just a couple of centimeters away from his clothed erection. Of course, it was starting to hurt; the constant pressure inside his pants was hell, he needed you to release him.

He nod shakily, desperately fast.

He knew he would be a complete mess by the time you were done with him—a trembling, whining, and whimpering mess—as if he wasn't already; and he honestly didn't mind. Hell, he wanted it. He wanted it badly.

“Come on, what happened to using your words?” a pleasant chill ran through his body, feeling the way your thumb left soft and ‘innocent’ caresses on his thigh “You are perfectly capable of speaking, aren't you? You love it.” you whispered to him, your tongue making a small and mocking emphasis on the last word. “Or has your brain stopped working?”

“I'm sorry… ugh-… It hurts, it fucking hurts…” he whined, just as you had thought. He was loud; he didn't tend to hide when something truly made him feel good—when you make him feel good—and it was something you loved. It was so satisfying not have to ask to hear him; you would prefer a thousand times ask him to be less loud than not hear his beautiful voice break into prayers and pathetic whines. “Please, please just- take them off.”

If it were possible, you could listen to him all day.

“Fuck, you're so wet.” you heard him gasping loudly against your ear while you touched him again—always over his clothes. His fluids had managed to penetrate the fabric perfectly, leaving an embarrassing stain on his crotch along the way.

You squeezed it, making him moan almost out of breath. He moved on your lap, his back arching slightly. The hand that was gently holding the back of your neck moved a little lower, taking you firmly by the collar of your shirt. You inevitably smiled. “You really like it, don't you?”

“Oh, yes, please don’t stop… please don’t-”

Your hand didn't move anymore, teasing with him. Testing how long it would take him to stand being without your touch—without feeling you. Although deep down, you already had the answer.

He waits, waits patiently. His groans reach your ears later, as you appreciate the way he tries to hide the need, the craving.

Sometimes you were surprised that this same man was the great Man of Progress. The same one they were just talking about outside, just a couple of corridors away.

He was so desperate for some friction that his hips began to move, rubbing against your hand. “What would the Council say if they saw you like this?” you searched for his eyes once he stopped hiding in the hollow of your neck, chuckled softly when he looked away from yours. You bit your lip, taking the time to observe his face—which had remained hidden from you until now—his half-open lips, from which only incessant moans emerged.

Admiring every little inch of his vulnerable expression, focused on keeping your hand close to him taking you by the wrist.

His great and appreciated golden boy.

“If only they knew the way you moan like a whore for me.”

He let out a hoarse moan, beginning to move faster against your hand. You bent down, leaning close to his face. He looked so beautiful, completely submitting to you and letting you see him in a way nobody else was allowed to. His messy hair, his messy neck, his weak breathing -God, just looking at him was making your head swirl and your heart pound.

"You look so pretty, so weak… so breathless and all mine.” Jayce shuddered at your words, silently loving the idea of belonging to you and only you. He wanted you to do whatever you wanted to him, to just let yourself go and take out all that pent up stress and desire. “I could just admire you like this forever.” the way he was so needy for you was absolutely perfect.

“God- I love the way you talk to me.”

There was not a sound he loved more in the world than the tone of your voice, speaking to him so sweetly or even in the dirtiest way possible—he didn't care as long as it was you—your laughter, your ramblings, your praises... searching for you without wasting a second if he thought he heard you, you stole his breaths, you stole his heartbeats, you stole his thoughts; he was simply addicted.

“Are you cumming again?” you observe him, the sweat starting to form on his forehead. He looks at you through his eyelashes, a gaze so lustful and fragile that it is enough for you to understand everything.

His hand clung tighter around your wrist, pushing against you, slowly, making sure that his entire and huge crotch pressed against your fingers. Looking at his face writhing with expressions of pure lust.

“Ah- fuck! I can't... I need it- I just need you-” he whimpered, his words coming out breathlessly as he pleaded to you. Touching was no longer enough, he needed to feel you inside, he needed more of than simple touches. “Please, fill me- I don’t care I-” he groan, his hips slowly losing the rhythm.

His forehead rested on yours. Breathing so erratic that it took him a moment to regulate it decently, his eyes remained closed while the grip on your wrist began to loosen—it was wet, almost sticky. You laughed softly as you took the time to rest against him too, closing your eyes and listening to his breathing.

“Are you okay?” you whispered, the tone of your voice coming out a bit worried. You opened your eyes, looking at him shaking his head. “Do you really need to cum?”

He nodded, a small, trembling breath leaving his lips as he spoke up again.

"Yes!- Yes, just… one more, please.”

“Are you sure about that?, I feel like you're going to faint in my arms.” you laughed, stealing a laugh from him too. “Just do it, it will be worse later.”

You took one last look at the office door. You both knew that you also needed some help, you wouldn't walk out there with an erection in your pants.

And honestly you didn't know what Jayce would do with that notorious stain on his.

Your eyes scanned the entire office. The big shelves were full of books and small decorations that you could tell—In fact, you already knew—were ridiculously expensive. The paintings of different sizes hung on the walls, but the darkness did not allow you to distinguish who they were. The large window, framed small rays of the moon visible among the clouds.

Oh.

There was a very beautiful desk too. Wide and thick enough. This person wouldn't mind if their desk was used as a place to fuck, right?

Fuck it, almost no one at this party liked you enough.

You shared a glance with Jayce, who had already been watching you, knowing perfectly what you were thinking.

The sharp sound of her heels echoed with every step as she took a short sip from the golden cup between her fingers. Turned to the right when she reached the end of the corridor, bumping into the extravagant threshold that welcomed the elegant gala.

Firm posture, demonstrating confidence and control. Utilizing the great weight of her name by standing with the rest of the Council.

“You found them?”

She nodded, watching at the rest of the people talking at the nearby tables “Talking about business.”

"I didn't know that talking about business took so long." the blond man declared, the discomfort prominent in his voice, fingers reaching for another glass of dessert wine from the tray of a passing waiter.

She smirk “You know, Progress.”

Progress was quite an interesting concept for Mel.

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