#jayce and reader

It was your first day on the job working at Babette’s. You had taken out a loan from Piltover’s academy and had wracked up debt that was outrageous, and you were so desperate to pay it off that you snuck into the Undercity to find a job. That’s how you found yourself at Babette’s brothel, wearing nothing but a lace bodice, tits nearly spilling out with your nipples basically on display, and tight lace panties to match. Silk garters wrapped around your thick thighs, and the cool air only made your cunt underneath the sheer fabric feel hotter.

And it didn’t help (or did it?) that you were a sexually repressed Piltie girl who was still a virgin. You were nervous, but a part of you was also hungry. You just hoped it wasn’t more than you bargained for.

The brothel’s owner ushered you into one of the open rooms, and you waited there, nerves on end, for your first ever client. Soon enough, a man walked in. Tall, broad shoulders, skin warm. His hair was a nest on his head, bangs covering his eyes, and a beard that you immediately imagined scratching the inside of your thighs. The sex between your legs already dampened the thin fabric of your obscene panties. When he walked in he paused, eyeing you up and down.

“You look like fresh meat” he said plainly, though his hazel gaze roamed your body hungrily. You took in a sharp breath.

You stood up to greet him, but he soon put his large palm on your chest and pushed you back down onto the seat. He sized you up from above, the bulge in his pants right across from your eye. You couldn’t help but stare, and you gulped when you realized he wasn’t even hard. Even with his dick soft, he was still huge.

He stroked your chin and lifted your face up, before inching his face forward. He whispered in your ear, hot breaths tickling your sensitive skin,

“Have you done this before, baby?”

You swallowed over a dry throat and sputtered,

“N-no…I’m sorry.” Your face was scarlet, but he only smiled, half a smirk, half-soft.

“I’m not sure if you can handle me, then. Find another client.” As he stood back up to step back out, instinct, stupid, thoughtless, instinct, had you on your feet already grasping at his shirt from behind. He took no time turning around and bringing you in close, his clothed cock brushing against your naked thigh. A shiver ran through your spine, and you felt your nipples perk, and a warm gush between your folds.

“Ah, um…” you squirmed in his grasp, his hand nearly engulfing your entire waist.

“What is it, hm? Did you want to try me on?”

His free hand brushed your cheek, but eventually trace down your neck and to the neckline of your corset. The back of his finger grazed over your nipples which were barely covered and nearly peaking straight over the fabric. You gasped, your tight buds growing harder. A sly smile tugged at the corner of his lips and he leaned in closely, his lips brushing against your ear,

“So eager to whore yourself out?”

That’s how you found yourself on his lap, soaked cunt rutting against Jayce’s hard cock, only a thin layer of sopping fabric plastered against your folds.

“God. You’re desperate, baby.” He said under a heavy breath, pinching your free nipples, the bodice pulled down just below your fat tits, cupping them as if they were presented just for him. He brushed his lips against your neck while you mewled, talking into your sensitive skin,

“You’re rutting against me like you’ve never been fucked in your life.”

You squeaked when he twisted your sore buds as he rubbed his thick, naked dick against your clothed slit. His lips met yours and he was devouring you, licking into your mouth while his hands freed from your tits to press bruising divots into your thick thighs,

“J-Jayce—a-hah…I’m too heavy to be sitting on you.” You whimpered.

“Hush, angel. You’re perfect. Your curves only make my cock harder.” He hitched his hips into yours and you moaned, face scarlet as he licked across the seam of your lips before pushing his hot tongue back into your mouth. Your hands gripped onto his wrists, but his hold didn’t budge from your hips, it only spurred him on to grind even harder into your blocked cunt. You whined, tears prickling at the corners of your eye, as his thumb found its way to your swollen, needy clit. And when he swiped swiftly against the cute button over the damp lace, you gasped loud and tensed. Your thighs instinctively tried to close, but they were spread open around his hips.

“That’s my girl. Just let me make you feel good. Don’t worry about a thing.”

He started slow, rubbing soft, rhythmic circles over the fabric of your now completely soaked panties. Your slick melted through the lace, and soon enough the useless garment had lost its novelty, and you only wished to feel Jayce’s skin on your naked cunt. You whined, grinding back desperately,

“J-Jayce, please” you trailed off, squirming in his hold.

“Needy, aren’t you? I just want to warm you up, love. Don’t want it to be too painful when my cock splits your virgin pussy open. You have to feel good too, don’t you?” You moaned from his words, and when his chapped lips mouthed at your tits you groaned in a high whimper. He continued to rub your clit, and then licked a trail of saliva from your cleavage to a perky nipple, before putting his mouth on it and sucking. You gasped, hands on his shoulders, and before you knew it, you heard the distinct tearing of your ruined panties. You looked down under half lids, whimpering as he continued to lap at your swollen, sore nipple, moving on to the next to give it the same treatment. Your bare pussy was on display in an obscene manner, folds and juices framed perfectly by the gaping tear of your lace panties. Your clit was red and engorged, begging to be touched, sucked, anything.

A finger dipped into your messy slit easily, and you sunk down on it in a low, drawled moan. You threw your head back, as Jayce swiped his tongue across your nipple in quick motion, his free hand forcing your hips to move over his thick digit, gripping onto your waist to move you up and down, slowly, cruelly. You wanted to go faster, but he chided you when you tried to hitch your hips forward.

“No, love. You’re doing what I say tonight. You’re mine for an hour and I’ll do what I please. No rushing.” But just as he said that, you felt his hand on your waist start to move you quicker on his finger, thumb pinching together to draw torturous circles on the pretty, pink button between your legs.

“Jayce!” You choked on a gasp, sobbing quietly from the new sensation, the excrutating, slow torture of a slow build. Your stomach began to knot, and when he noticed you growing rigid, he lifted you back up just long enough to nudge another finger into your soaked, swollen cunt. The squelching was obscene and loud. And everytime he bounced you on top of his fingers, the slosh of your pussy juices only grew louder. A gush of slick dripped down your slit, pooling at his lap and coating his fingers.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on my fingers like you mean it.”

He kissed your jaw while your hips began to move on their own, desperate whines and gasps falling from your mouth as you tried to chase the pleasure. His fingers were thick and perfect, and when he curled them in just right to meet the spongy tissue inside, you shuddered.

“Ah-hah…mnnn…Jayce” you pleaded, your words melting into sweet moans. You choked on a desperate groan when your pussy fluttered over his thick fingers, straining to squeeze. He continued to finger fuck you through your first orgasm, and you gasped when you realized he wasn’t going to stop.

“J-Jayce, p-please, ah!” Your breath hitched with every bounce, pussy juices slathering against his thigh and alongside his hard cock. It was too much but not enough at the same time, and soon enough your body moved on your own. You lifted high and stifled a moan when his fingers dragged out of your folds, high enough to hover your slick, dripping cunt just above the angry red tip of his veiny cock. Your eyes were a haze and your lips trembled, as you looked at him for permission. He hitched a brow,

“Are you ready, baby? Ready to take my dick?” He patted your cunt softly, eliciting an even softer, needy moan from you.

“P-please,” you said, desperate and senseless, as you spread your thighs wider and began to sheath yourself on Jayce before hearing him say yes. Your breath caught in your throat when you realized Jayce’s monstrous cock didn’t fit.

His thumbs tucked under your thighs and he stretched your lips apart, half-helping you take him in, the other half to get a better view of your throbbing pussy.

“Perfect.” He said, before gripping the inside of your thighs, impatient with how slow you were going. He pulled you down on his cock in a slow, dragging motion, and you gasped and squirmed as your virgin cunt took him in slowly.

“That’s it, love,” he growled, “Sit pretty on my lap and take me. You have no where else to go. Make my cock feel good, hm?” You groaned, grasping at his hands once again and squirming against the slow, excruciating, blissed out cock that Jayce possessed. Hot tears clung at your lower lashes and your mouth was forever parted in a quiet moan, as you nodded thoughtlessly. You said in a fumbled tone,

“Y-yes Jayce, yes—ah…mnnnm.” He sheathed your pussy onto him, and the feeling of being split open by his impatient dick elicited ragged moans and filthy, wet squelches that filled the air. You moaned loud before you whined desperately, “Please, let me make you feel good Jayce. I’ll be a good girl for you.” Your eyes looked into Jayce’s with a burning need, and before you realized, Jayce pushed your sopping wet cunt all the way to his hilt and your mouth fell loose. Your cunt fluttered around his impossibly large cock. You felt your walls being stretched like you hadn’t before, and he took joy in watching you gasp for breath. He cooed in your ear, feeling your thighs tremble around his hips uncontrollably,

“Sh, love. You’re doing well. Taking my cock like a good girl.”

“Mnn…Jayce,” you cried quietly when he began to bounce you on him. Every thrust of his hips punching out an unrelenting moan, and all you could do was take it, being speared by his cock over and over again. Your ass slapped his hips and your slick folds gushed around his veiny, red rod. The air was thick with wet noises and your pathetic little whimpers. Drool fell from your lips, and when he shoved his hand between your legs again, fingers finding your clit angrily, you shuddered. He was mean about it, driving into your sore, swollen pussy and rubbing into your engorged clit at the same time. Your hands met his shoulders and your fingernails dug into his skin as he didn’t stop.

“Jah-Jayce!!” You gasped, voice wrecked and pussy ruined. All you could do was sit there, being fucked like the pretty girl you were, cunt stuffed, clit abused by rough fingers. Your stomach began to knot again, and you stuttered a gasping moan, thighs spread wide for him, a smirk on his lips. His free hand steadied your waist so you couldn’t pull away from his menacing fingers as they swiped relentlessly over your precious, swollen, clit.

“You like it when I grind into your pretty little cunt, baby? I bet you work this job just so you have the chance to cum on cocks like this.” You were wrecked, could nearly respond, but you nodded your head in between pants, groaning when every effort to move away from his unrelenting hand was returned with a harder press into your throbbing clit. You leaned your forehead on his shoulder, clutching at his shirt as your hips ground back into his aching dick desperately,

“Mnnn…” tears glistened on your lids.

“Shit, love. You’re really hungry, aren’t you.”

Jayce slowed his thrusts. His pistoning, cruel hips made way for a slow drag; your walls being scraped by his head in an excruciating sweet, slow pace.

“Jayce-oh” you threw your head back, the sudden change of pace catching you by surprise. You could feel your second orgasm build, and somehow with the slower fuck, you could feel his aching cock inside you even better. The bundle of nerves subject to his cruel fingertips were now being rubbed and circled slowly, but still with precision, as your pussy swallowed his cock up and your hips moved on their own, trying to grind harder into his hand. You bit your lip, completely lost. You could barely think straight, just feel the sensation of Jayce and his throbbing dick ruining you from the inside out.

“Jayce—“ you said in a breathless whisper, hips canting against his. When he felt your body go rigid, he didn’t stop. He kissed your neck and breathed ragged,

“That’s it, love. Keep going, for me. Just like that,”

Your mouth fell loose in an ‘o’ as the slow grinding was inescapable. You were speared onto his cock and there was nothing you could do but be forced to take it slowly.

“You’re stretching over me well, baby. How does it feel to be stuffed so full, for the first time? You’re treating me well,” he bit your lip and rutted into you just once, but hard, and you gasped.

“Jayce, please” you begged, teary eyed.

“Please what, love,” he whispered in your ear, his free hand lifting to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“P-please…make me cum…” you said desperately, face hot with shame.

Without another word, you felt is large hands lift you by the hips, and you gasped when he pulled you off him nearly to the tip, before slamming your poor, swollen, and throbbing pussy back onto his cock. You saw stars, and your words were nothing but garbled words when he did it again, and again, and again. Your walls grew tighter and tighter with ever unrelentling thrust, and it took that much more effort to bully his thick dick back into your ruined hole every single time. He dragged you off to the tip, and forced you back to the hilt, his cock’s head kissing your g spot with every rough thrust.

Each nudge to your sweet core had your toes curling, and your cunt squeezed desperately, trying to accommodate for the feeling of a thick cock in it for the first time. Your walls fluttered over the cruel drag of his veined, red dick, and the precise grind of his calloused thumb on your nib had your nerves on haywire. You wanted to push away from the stimulation, but every tug away had him forcing his thickness past your walls, and his fingers grinding even harder into your throbbing clit. You nearly keeled over, moaning into his ears with a desperate plea. Drool dripped down your chin and your eyes rolled back when he slammed into you one more time. Your pussy swallowed him down in return, and you clamped down so hard on him, his hips stuttered. Soon enough you let out a restrained, high pitched, cry when you felt a gush of your slick coating his aching cock, and a spurt of hot juice soak your thighs and his lap. You squirted, moaning with hot breaths and tears streaming down your face,

“Ah-mnnn. J-Jayce…” you cried weakly. Your lips trembled as your thighs shook, your throbbing, wet cunt milking him dry. He groaned loud into your shoulder, pumping into you as you both rode your orgasms out. After a moment of panting breaths and silence, he hitched his hips into you one more time, causing you to whimper an exhausted moan, before he pulled out. His cum was hot, as it dripped down your thighs and onto his lap, and your pussy was thoroughly abused and throbbing, clit angry and red, and still engorged. You sighed once your muscles began to relax, the sweet euphoria of your first time engulfing your body. Then you heard him chuckle.

His hand was at your hip, the other already between your legs again. His thumb teased your red chapped clit, and swiped past your puffy, fucked out folds. And when when he dragged two thick fingers through your walls again, filthy squelches of his cum mixed with your juices, you squirmed in his lap with a hot pant, and let out a a desperate whine.

“Jayce,” you gasped weakly.

“You think you’re done baby? We’re just getting started. Sit on my cock again, love. Be the pretty whore I paid for. We’ll see how many times I can make you cum before our time is done.”

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