#Jayce is shirtless bc I want him to be

[teddybearsims]

like you're going to eat me alive

[danothan]

saw art of pre-op trans masc viktor and jayce and immediately just started crying oh my god. not rbing it bc i lost the post through my tears and also bc it’s too much for me to look back on but holy shit, i love arcane artists.

[aerynwrites]

Satisfaction

Jayce Talis x Female!Reader

A/N: I FINALLY have en excuse to use a shirtless Jayce Gif 😍 so enjoy Bc I’m sorry but that man didn’t get enough shirtless time 🤣 anyways. Hope you all enjoy!

Synopsis: When a night of you and Jayce hanging out with Caitlyn and Vi reveals that you’ve never had an orgasm before, Jayce makes it his mission to correct that.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Smut, nsfw content. female reader, she/her/hers pronouns, reader is referred to as “lady” a couple times, Multiple orgasms, oral (f! Receiving), PiV sex, first orgasm(?), very slight praise kink, creampie (wrap it before you tap it folks, this is fiction lol), aftercare, fluff.

Let me know if I missed any tags!!

*no proofreading back up was used. So apologize for any errors!*

The apartment's living room is filled with warm light and laughter, the sun having set several hours ago and the alcohol flowing steadily. 

Caitlyn and Vi had officially moved in together a few weeks ago and have been trying to get you, Jayce, and Viktor over for a housewarming party as Caitlyn called it. 

You and Jayce had finally found a weekend, but Viktor was unable to join due to visiting his mother. So Vi had insisted the plans continue anyways since it’s been so long. 

So that’s where you are now, seated on the plush carpet in the women's living room, giggles and raucous laughter coming from all of you. The night had dissolved from casual conversation to storytelling, to going around and playing a version of truth or drink. 

The questions had started out innocent. What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done, the worst relationship, and so on. If someone didn’t want to answer then they would take a sip of their drink. 

However, the game didn’t stay innocent for long. Everyone was a little buzzed from the alcohol and with this company…you didn’t expect the questions to stay that way.

It was Vi’s turn now and if the shit eating grin on her face was anything to go by, you all were in for a good one. 

The pink haired woman leans back on her hands, legs crossed casually in front of her. 

“Best orgasm you’ve ever had.” She says, absolutely confident in her request. 

The question catches most of the group off guard, but Caitlyn and Jayce quickly recover and you just listen with an entertained smile on your face. 

Caitlyn reveals that her best was, of course, with Vi. A sentiment shared by the pink haired woman. 

When it’s Jayce’s turn you can’t stop the way your face burns as he says that you gave him his - he kindly spares the details. 

So when it comes to you, you shake your head and take a sip of your drink. 

Everyone In the circle groans, even Jayce who gives you a faux wounded look. 

“Come on!” Vi huffs, clearly agitated by the curiosity eating at her about why you won’t share your own story. “We all told ours!” 

Caitlyn nods. “It only seems fair.” She says, sending you a teasing grin. 

“Ugh, fine.” You relent, rolling your eyes. “I drank because I don’t have a story to tell.” You say simply, swirling the wine around in your glass.

Silence follows your revelation and you don’t move to break it. You used to be ashamed of the fact you’ve never had an orgasm, but over the years you’ve just…accepted it. The sex was never bad, and you just started to assume that maybe you couldn’t have one. But you still can’t help but cast a wary look at Jayce, who just looks confused. 

“Wait, hold on.” Vi sits up ramrod straight. “You’ve never had one?”

You shake your head. 

“Like never, ever?” 

A small laugh bubbles from your chest. “No, Vi. Never.” 

She scoffs in disbelief. “And that doesn’t…bother you?” 

You shrug again, this question causing your gaze to fall to the floor and fiddle with a stray carpet fiber. 

“It used to, but no…not anymore. It’s not like it makes sex un-enjoyable, and I could never get myself off either so…I just thought I could never have one.” 

At this Vi huffs, and your own eyes widen when she reaches over and lands an overly hard punch to Jayce’s shoulder. 

That woman really doesn’t know her own strength. 

“Ow!” Jayce cries, one hand coming up to cover the accosted shoulder. “What was that for?” He asks, disbelief lacing his words. 

“What was that-?” Vi gestures violently to you. “For not satisfying your lady, that’s what!” 

She bursts into laughter as she falls onto her back, positively howling in amusement. “Who would have thought that Golden Boy, Jayce Talis can’t even make his partner cu-“ 

“Hey!” Jayce cuts her off, and you don’t miss the way his cheeks have darkened with a warm blush. “That’s not- I didn’t even-“ 

Vi raises a hand above her head, fingers moving like a hand puppet as she mimics Jayce. “I-I didn’t even - I can’t-“

She sits up again, resting casually back on her hands as she smirks at Jayce. 

“Just admit it, Talis. It’s okay, really-“ 

Jayce looks ready to bust, steam metaphorically pouring from his ears. 

“I'm not going to admit to anything-“ 

Vi turns to you, cutting Jayce off yet again as she sends you a wink. 

“If pretty boy over here isn’t performing I can always lend a hand-“ 

“Violet!” Caitlyn explains, smacking her girlfriends shoulder playfully, a smile of her own on her face. 

Vi puts her hands up in mock surrender and you can’t stop the giggles that have been pouring nonstop from your lips. 

“Alright, alright.” The woman relents, before turning her eyes to you again. “Just remember that offer is still there-“ 

“Okay that’s it.” Jayce huffs and stands from his seat on the floor next to you, reaching for your hand to pull you up with him. “We’re leaving.” 

You hear Vi call after him as he heads to the door, only stopping long enough for you to grab your things, sending him a questioning look the whole time. 

“And where are you going? We were just having fun, I didn’t mean it!” You think you see a flicker of regret on Vi’s face as Jayce ushers you out the door. 

But you watch as it quickly melts into a smirk at Jayce’s statement just before he closes the door. 

“I’m going to satisfy my girlfriend!”

The door shuts with a final bang as Jayce leads the way back to your apartment down the street, silence permitting the air between you. 

“Are you okay, Jayce? I’m sorry if that bothered you. I didn’t think…I didn’t think it mattered.” You say, worried that you’ve somehow upset the man next to you. 

“Of course it matters!” Jayce says, voice loud on the otherwise quiet street, and you instinctively reach out To take his hand in yours, an action that calms his obviously perturbed mind. 

He squeezes your hand. “Of course it matters. You should…” he shakes his head. “I feel so stupid for not noticing before.” 

You shrug, but not in a dismissive way, just in a matter of fact way. “It’s not your fault Jayce.” You tell him, a teasing smile coming to your face as he looks at you. “I’ve become kind of an expert at faking it over the years.” 

His brows furrow as you both reach your apartment building and begin the last stretch towards your unit.

“You shouldn’t have to do that.” He says gently once you reach the door. 

You quickly unlock the door, avoiding his gaze as you both enter the small home. “It’s fine, Jayce. The sex is still good, great actually.” You say, setting your purse on the side table as you continue. “It doesn’t matter-“ 

“Will you stop saying that?” Jayce says, finally making you look at him as he places firm hands on your upper arms. 

You sigh and lean against the door. “It’s the truth though-“ 

Jayce cuts you off, leaning in just a little bit more. 

“Have you ever felt unsatisfied after we have sex?” 

His question is blunt, and you find yourself wanting to give an automatic response. But this whole situation seems to really bother him, and you feel the practiced response die on your tongue. 

“I mean, sometimes I guess. But not because of you. Please, understand that.” You admit, heat bubbling to your cheeks again. 

Gentle hands come up to cradle your face as Jayce gazes at you, nothing but love and adoration swimming in hazel eyes. 

“At least let me try?” His request is quiet, whispered into the air between you, and so delicate you can’t find it in you to refuse. 

Not that you’d want to. You basically have a man begging to do whatever it takes to satisfy you. Who would turn that down? 

You smile, finding yourself enamored once more with the gentleman that is Jayce Talis, and nod. 

“Give it your best shot, Golden Boy.”

The only response you get is warm lips crashing into your own. The kiss is firm, full of heat and desperation, as hands begin to wander. 

Jayce pulls away entirely too soon, and you move to pull him back to you. However, before you can, you feel your feet leave the ground as you are lifted into his arms bridal style. 

“Jayce, what are you doing?” You giggle, smiling as he walks you both towards your shared bedroom. 

“Giving you the royal treatment.” He teases, setting you gently on the bed once he’s there. 

Once he steps away from you, you quickly move to kick off your shoes, and go to remove the rest of your clothes as well. 

But before you can do much as lift your shirt over your head, two familiar hands wrap softly around your wrists, stopping you in your tracks. 

“Let me?” 

Jayce looks at you reverently, crawling onto the bed between your legs when you nod your permission.

 He sits on his knees between your legs as his hands replace your own on your shirt. Slowly, much slower than you anticipated, he lifts it higher. His knuckles brush lightly across the skin he exposes, leaving goosebumps in their wake until he finally lifts the garment over your head, dropping it off the side of the bed. 

Then, he pulls his own shirt off before letting his hands fall to your hips. You lift them from the bed slightly, expecting him to rid you of your pants next, but he only presses you back into the mattress firmly. 

You send him a questioning look, but he doesn’t see it as he dips down to press a feather-light kiss just above your waistband. 

He doesn’t stop there. 

Up and up he goes, pressing warm lips to every inch of exposed skin. To your hip, then just below your navel, then further up to your ribs. 

He leaves slightly wet kisses behind as he continues, causing the cool air to feel frigid against the places he lavishes attention to, making a shiver run up your spine. 

Your eyes flutter closed when he noses the bottom of your bra before skipping it completely to leave even more kisses to the swell of your breasts, his lips soft in contrast to the delicate tug of his teeth. 

“Jayce…” his name is drawn out on your tongue, impatience building as he travels up further, nipping at your collarbone. 

You tilt your head back subconsciously, baring even more skin to him as his lips trail up your neck before he worries the delicate skin between his teeth. 

He must hear your silent plea, because while he doesn’t stop his journey, he at least slides a hand beneath you, expertly undoing the clasps of your bra and tossing it to the side. 

“I think…” He rumbles against your skin, “That you’re so focused on the sex, you forget the buildup is the best part.”

He dips back down, retracing his earlier steps. 

“The anticipation.” Lips ghost over your collarbone.

“The excitement.” Lower now, teeth grazing the top of your breast again.

“The exhilaration.” 

Finally, he takes a stiff bud between his lips, his tongue feels molten hot over your already heated skin and you can’t stop the way you arch into his mouth, body seeking more. 

Your hands finally let go of the sheets and instead reach up to thread your fingers through his hair, holding him to you. Sighs of pleasure slip from your lips, begging for more without words, a silent language Jayce has always been good at understanding. 

He switches to give attention to the other breast, rolling the stiff peak between his teeth before releasing it completely. 

Your whine of protest is cut short as he silences you with a kiss, his lips warm and wet and so inviting you melt into him, barely aware of his fingers ghosting across the waistband of your pants. 

Expertly, he thumbs open the button closure and swiftly pulls the zipper down, and you need no more encouragement to assist him. You silently lift your hips, allowing him to pull the last of your clothing off your legs, never breaking the kiss. 

Your hands slide to cradle his cheeks, ready to tell him he’s wearing way too many clothes. But before you can speak he’s pulling away from you, once again trailing delightfully warm lips down your neck, over your chest and tummy, then lower until his lips ghost over the crux of your thigh. 

“Fuck, Jayce, will you stop teasing?” Your words are bordering on whiny, but you don’t even care. You’re aching, it feels like your core is burning and you know beyond a doubt you’re already wet just from him touching you like that. Kissing you like that. 

Mercifully, he relents immediately, and it feels like whiplash with the way the pace changes. 

One moment you can barely feel his hot breath against you and the next your fingers are diving into his hair as he presses his tongue against you. 

The moan he lets out is sinful, and the way his arm wraps around your thigh to hold you in place is enough to make pleasure shoot through you. 

He knows exactly what you like, having done this plenty of times. But it still blows you away just how much he’s mastered it. 

Slow deliberate strokes against your clit before dipping back down to press into your entrance. His nose bumps against your bundle of nerves as he all but devours you, pulling you closer and pressing deeper until you’re sure he can’t breathe. 

You feel that familiar coil begin to form in your belly, low and deep. You feel this every time you and Jayce have slept together, but it never goes beyond this. You never thought it could. It feels good, but you also want more, a feeling you’ve never been able to achieve. And you think this time will be the same. 

But it feels different, like it’s building easier and faster. And when he adds a finger, slowly sliding it in and curling just so, it’s like lightning shoots through your veins. 

His name falls from your lips in a stilted prayer, barely audible with the way it’s whispered into the air. 

It’s not long before he adds a second finger, and this time when he curls them, as If beckoning you closer, he brushes up something devastating. 

The breath is stolen from your lungs as heat blooms in your core, that coil pulling so taut that you think something is wrong. It’s both exhilarating and overwhelming at the same time, and you try to tell Jayce this, pushing at his head weakly. But he only murmurs whispered praises against you so low you can barely understand him. 

“You can do it, just let go. I want to taste you so bad…”

His words and fingers brushing up against you are like flames held to a rope. The tension in your belly snaps in half, both ends frayed by the fire Jayce created as utter euphoria washes over you like a tidal wave. 

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. 

It’s too much and just enough at the same time. Your eyes clench shut and your hands fist in Jayce’s locks so tight you're surprised you don’t rip any out. 

Your chest heaves as you slowly float down, warm hands there to greet you as you do so. They run up your thighs, over your belly before settling at your ribs, thumbs rubbing soothing patterns. 

“You okay?” He asks, eyes shining as he looks you over.

When all you give him is a lazy nod he smiles. 

“I really hope you didn’t fake that one.” He teases, leaning up to press a kiss to your jaw. 

Your head shifts side to side weakly as you shake your head, hands shaking just slightly as you reach down to rest them over Jayce’s. 

“Definitely didn’t fake it.” You tell him, trying to calm your breathing.

You furrow your brow as Jayce slowly crawls up so his face is level with yours, gently pressing his lips to yours before peppering kisses along your cheeks. 

“If I had any idea It’d feel like that I would have said something sooner.” You joke, hands coming up to cup his cheeks in your hands pulling him into another kiss. 

Jayce happily obliges, resting on his forearms beside your head. This kiss is much slower than the ones shared earlier in the evening. It’s slow, no rush to your actions as you just drink each other in. 

Taking this moment as you continue to come down from your high, you pull Jayce closer. Relishing in the warmth of his chest pressing against your own and the pleasant scratch of stubble against your palms. 

Finally though, Jayce breaks away but doesn’t leave you completely. 

“You think you can keep going?” His lips brush against yours as he speaks, warm breath ghosting over your skin. 

This is completely new territory for you. You’re exhausted, could roll over and go to sleep right now. But the temptation of feeling that again wins out. That and the fact that you can’t very well leave the man you love hanging. Especially not after he made you see stars. 

You nod, smiling up at him before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. 

“Yeah, I think so. I mean - I’d like to try.” 

“Good.” His voice is but a whisper as he places one last peck to the underside of your jaw before sitting up to work on his pants. “I’m gonna take care of you.” 

You know he means them, but you don’t want there to be any doubt about your past encounters. So you sit up with him, hands falling to cover his own stilling his movements. 

Hazel eyes meet yours, a slight question swimming in his gaze, but he stays silent allowing you to speak. 

“You always take care of me Jayce,” you tell him, words filled with conviction. “I never doubted for a second that you didn’t care for me or love me.” 

He nods, hands coming up to cups your cheeks. His thumbs brush softly against your skin and you instinctively lean into his touch. 

“I do love you. So much. So just…let me show you?” 

Once again you find yourself unable to deny him, chest filled with warmth at his words. 

Quickly, Jayce rids himself of his remaining clothes and settles between your thighs, seeking your lips once more. He moves languidly against you, tongue pressing against your lips until you happily grant him access. His breath mingles with yours as you both fill your lungs between kisses, barely getting enough oxygen in your desperation for one another. 

Nimble fingers travel down your sides and over your belly before sliding lower. The jerk of your hips as calloused pads brush your clit is what finally breaks the kiss. Sparks of electricity burst beneath your skin at the sensation, the feeling exponentially more euphoric than before. 

It’s overwhelming, and over sensitive, and you instinctively want to pull away…but your mouth moves before your hands are able. Pleading moans saying the opposite of what you thought you’d want.

“Jayce, please…” Hands resting on his shoulders, you pull him closer, head falling back into the pillow as he trails his lips down over your jaw.

A breathy chuckle leaves him, hot breath washing over dewy skin. “Patience, babe,” he murmurs, tongue laving over your jugular. “I promise it’s worth it.”

You huff, fingers digging into his skin, nails sure to leave marks behind for later. Pressing your hips up into his own, a shudder runs through you as his cock slips through your slicks folds. 

“I’ve waited long enough.” You whine, unashamed to beg. “Please, Jayce.”

Whether it was the brief contact or your out of character begging, Jayce gives in to you, smiling against your skin. One hand slides up to remove one of yours from his shoulder, intertwining his fingers with your own and pressing it into the mattress next to your head. 

A gentle kiss, pressed to the corner of your lips, and a warm hand against your hip keep you grounded as he presses forward, stretching you out slowly. His lips swallow your moans and your hand grips his tightly against the onslaught of pleasure that burns in your core. 

“Fuck.” the word is huffed out against your lips as Jayce’s hips meet your own. “You feel so good - always feel so good.” 

Keening at his words you press up against him, urging him to move. You swallow past the air struggling to get into your lungs and thread your free hand into the cropped locks at the base of his skull.

“ s’ good Jayce.” the words are moaned against his ear as hid head falls to your shoulder. “So big, fuck. P-please move, Jayce, please-”

The answer you receive is physical, the feeling of emptiness as he pulls out of you before thrusting back in with one fluid motion. 

He sets a steady pace from there. Thrusts firm and deep, making your already sensitive nerves sing as he drives you towards the peak once more. 

Breathy moans and groans of pleasure are whispered against glistening skin as you pull him closer, fingers digging into his shoulders desperately. 

Heat pools in your belly as he ruts into you, and just when you think it can’t get any better, Jayce proves you wrong once again. 

Sliding his free arm beneath your hips, he pulls your body flush against him, creating a new angle that has him brushing up against that spot inside you that has you seeing stars. 

“There, right there - oh shit.” The words fall from your lips with abandon, praises and pleas for more followed by his name. 

Finally, he pulls away from your shoulder to look down at you. His normally well styled hair is disheveled now, errant strands falling beside his temples and stick to the sweat that coats his skin. 

He looks almost ethereal above you. Out of breath and disheveled and chasing your pleasure. 

The sight alone is enough for fire to rush through your veins. And with each expert stroke of him within you pulls the coil in your belly coils tighter. 

But you need more somehow. 

His hips start to stutter, and you know he’s close, but you watch him physically hold back, the tendons in his neck straining as he fights with himself. 

“I’m close, I-I’m so close but-“ he curses under his breath, his hand squeezing yours tightly. “What do you need? What can I-“ 

The whine you let out is high pitched, and if you were in any other situation, you’d probably be embarrassed. But right now, you can’t find it in you to care. 

“Touch me, please, Jayce.” You gasp out. 

He obeys. 

Releasing your hand he reaches down, pressing two fingers to your clit to trace right circles against you. 

That’s the final push you need to send you tumbling over the edge head first. It crashes over you with an intensity you didn’t experience with your previous orgasm. This one is amplified, like a pleasurable tingle licking beneath your skin as you chant Jayce’s name like a erotic prayer.

Jayce reaches his own end as yours washes through you. The feeling of your warm walls clenching around him as your release coats his cock is enough to usher in his own euphoria. 

The moan he lets out is sinful, low and deep as it pushes from within his chest. He spends himself inside you, hips pressed snugly against your own as he collapses on top of you.

His name is still on your lips as his weight settles on top of you, pressing you into the mattress and cocooning you in a comforting warmth as you both bathe in post-orgasmic bliss. 

Your hands run mindlessly up and down his back, fingers soothing the crescent indentations your nails left behind. 

“I love you.” You finally manage to say, breaking the silence. 

You can feel Jayce smile against the skin of your neck, his nose nudging just below your ear as he presses soft lips to your jaw. 

“Is that you or the orgasm talking?” 

The sound of your hand hitting his back playfully is loud in the otherwise soft quiet of the room, followed soon after by Jayce’s gentle laughter. 

His body shakes against you with his actions and you can’t help but smile. 

“It was me, you goof.” 

Despite your teasing, you reach up to take his face in your hands, directing him to look at you. You are silent as you study him, taking in the adorable way his brows tug together as he waits for you to say or do something. 

“I mean it.” You say softly. “Thank you. For taking care of me.” 

The smile he gives you is soft, a barely there tug of his lips upwards. Yet somehow it means more than the award winning smile you see so often on stage. 

Leaning down, he presses a few quick pecks to your lips before resting his forehead against your own. 

“Anything for you.” He says, breath warm against your cheek. “I love you too.” 

Nothing else is said for several blissful moments, both of you relishing in the warmth of the others embrace. 

Finally though, you shift against him, cringing when he slips out of you. 

“As much as I really want to just fall asleep right now…” You reach up and brush a stray hair from his forehead. “I think we need to shower. And change the sheets.” 

Jayce lets out a petulant groan, but eventually agrees. Begrudgingly.

You giggle as he shuffles off of you, helping you stand once he finds his own feet. He even lets out a laugh of his own as you struggle to steady yourself on wobbly legs. 

“That good huh?” 

You smack his shoulder, smile still on your face. 

“Oh, hush.” You chastise lightly. “I never should have agreed to this. Now your ego is gonna get even bigger than it already is.” 

Jayce scoffs as he leads you towards the bathroom, quickly turning on the shower before turning back to you. 

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, a smirk tugging at his lips. 

“Well I did just give you the best orgasm of your life-“ 

“Those were my only ones!” You argue. “Don’t really have anything else to compare it to.” 

His eyes twinkle with mischief. 

“Then I guess I’ll just have to give you some more experiences. You know, to compare.” 

The laugh you let out echoes around the room as you enter the now steaming shower, Jayce not far behind. 

“You’re terrible.” 

Jayce just hums, lathering soap in his hands before running them over your shoulders, fingers massaging the muscles gently. 

“You know you love me.” He says, pressing a quick peck to your neck before returning to his work, hands sliding over your arms now. 

You smile. 

“I do.” Turning in his arms you wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes to be eye level with him. “I love you, Jayce Talis.” 

Then, his lips meet yours. And it’s all the response you need.