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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It had been a few months since the incident. Caston left for Noxus even though you didn’t press charges. Part of you didn’t understand the loss you felt when you got the news he would be returning to Noxus to finish his studies. You missed him in a strange way that made you hate yourself, nothing made sense when he crossed your mind.

    Wondering if things could have been different plagued your mind that first week before Viktor convinced you to seek counseling.

    Grief of this nature was new to you when you poured your heart out to the school counselor. You talked about the guilt you felt for letting your relationship get to that point, but they always managed to reason with you, making sure you didn’t spiral down that pathway of self- deprecation.

    You still lived like he was around the corner, waiting to scold you for every little thing you did. It stopped you from interacting with Viktor sometimes. When your relationship with Viktor felt strained, you kept a barrier in your mind that reminded you he was just a friend. He wanted nothing physical from you like Caston and that was all you chose to believe. Believing he was only a friend took the pressure off of your interactions and you were able to try and heal by interacting with people outside of the friendship as recommended by the counselor.

    The most confusing part of the entire healing process was how starved for affection you felt, especially at night when your fantasies flourished and you were left alone to satisfy yourself. Asking Viktor to give himself to you for your own selfish needs was out of the question, regardless of how readily he probably would have dropped everything to give you what you craved.

    That evening you laid awake in Viktor’s bed, listening to him work on an essay. The scratching of his pencil made your body itch. Every swipe of his hand across the paper made you imagine them gliding across your skin instead which you scolded yourself for. Jeopardizing your friendship because you were desperate for touch was ridiculous.  

    When the need grew too dire you rose from the bed, leaving all of your things where they were strewn on his floor by the closet.

    “I’m going to bed, Viktor,” you leaned over him at the desk.

    He didn’t look up at you, instead he scratched a line through an entire paragraph of notes, “I thought you were already asleep.”

    “In my own room tonight,” you explained, giving him a quick awkward side hug from where he sat.

    “Oh, sounds good. Sleep well,” he gave you an encouraging grin as you waved goodbye and clicked his door shut.

******

Alone in your room at last you wasted no time hopping into bed and shooting your fingers down between your legs. It didn’t take long to feel the unsatisfying release of your body, still aching for something more. You resolved to finally open yourself up to people more in hopes of reeling someone in, even if just for a night.

    It embarrassed you how much you wanted it, but it wasn’t like anyone could read your mind so you just tried to sleep. Promising your body you would start the search in the morning without seeming too desperate.

******

Weeks passed without any luck, but your desire came in waves that allowed you to forget about it long enough to miss it when things felt stale. However, that morning it was back in full force.

    Lewd thoughts plagued your every waking moment in the mid summer heat. Viktor had been painfully absent from your company and you were bored, attempting to entertain yourself between classes. Thinking about sex passed the time, but you pushed all imagery of Viktor from your mind since he had become off limits when you wanted to preserve his friendship. Instead you imagined a faceless man, something selfish for yourself to picture a muscular partner just ravishing your needy body despite the hot weather.

    You sat in the lecture hall, fanning your hot face with your eyes focused on nothing. Letting an imaginary evening play through your head when other students begin filling up the seats around you.

    “Mind if I squeeze by?” asked a tall, handsome classmate. He was fit, staring down at you with green eyes that popped against his tan skin.

    You didn’t recognize him. Understandably so when the lecture halls were always so large and classmates rarely interacted aside from who they would happen to sit next to that day.

    “Oh yeah… sure, sorry,” you straightened your back, pushing yourself against the back of the seat and closing your legs so he could pass after shaking your head to break the daydream you had been lost in.

    Suddenly the decision to wear a shorter skirt that morning felt more exposing than you were comfortable with. You tugged at the hem when the stranger sat next to you, tucking his book bag beneath the chair and pushing it back with his heels. Avoiding the obvious method of turning and staring, you gave him a side glance. His square jaw made him look like a well chiseled statue.

    Feeling the heat overwhelm you again as you break the awkward glance that makes you return to the useless fanning with a scrap piece of paper.

    “Hot right?” you heard him jest into your ear, making your skin prickle from the movement of his arm against yours.

    Instead of saying anything back you gave him a sarcastic head shake which made him smile. You took note of the tiny scar scratched into his eyebrow. Lowering your makeshift fan bashfully, you attempted to begin taking notes when the professor dove into the lecture. The semester was already half over and you had been doing reasonably well in all of your classes without bothering Viktor too much with your questions.

    It was the last class of the day which meant by the time the lecture was over the sweltering sun would have set and that alone made you eager to pay attention. Actively focusing in class always made the time fly by.

    The grip you had on your pen loosened for a second and it was tossed from your grasp when you tried to fix the hold your fingers had lost. It clattered to the floor between your classmates' feet. When you were about to bend down to pick it up you were beaten to it by him and he silently handed it to you with a smile. It gave you butterflies. You wondered how you never noticed him before as you resumed your notes. The realm of dating had been closed off since the incident with Caston and Viktor was off the table as of recently. It was your only logical explanation for only noticing this classmate now.

    Finally the professor called for a break about an hour and a half into the class. It was the halfway point before dismissal and most of the students had begun to lose focus from the heat. Windows and doors were propped open to let the early evening air replace the body heat that had been trapped.

    You stood to stretch, sighing at the relief of your back cracking.

    “What year are you?” the classmate asked from where he had remained seated despite the recess. He was checking his notes.

    “Junior,” you joined him, resting comfortably in your seat since he sounded so nonchalant about small-talk. “You?”

    “Same,” he answered, whatever products he used smelled overly masculine and it made your thoughts wander. “What’s your name? I’ve seen you a few times, but you know, lecture classes and all.”

    “y/n. To be honest I never really venture outside of my comfort zone much when the classes are this big.” you glanced at your notes, realizing how disorganized they looked compared to his. “What about you?”

    “My comfort zone?” he asked, letting you read his notes which you gratefully accepted.

    “No, sorry I meant your name.” you clarified, trying to be polite and remember social etiquette by reciprocating questions.

    “Jayce,” he answered, giving you a charming grin he must have given all the ladies.

    “Jayce?” you prodded, feeling more comfortable to pry.

    “Talis.” He took his notebook back once you were done copying bullet points you had missed during the lecture.

    The name sounded familiar, a business partner of your parents and a prominent house in the city.

    “As in ‘House Talis?’” you questioned with raised brows.

    He confirmed it with no shame or hesitation the way you would when mentioning your own prominent family. He asked for your family name which in turn gave him raised eyebrows when he made the connection as well. It was a given that two industrial families would work together at some point in their long line of work for such a large city.

    “I’m guessing transportation and machinery isn’t where you wanted to end up?” he asked in reference to your crunched nose when you had answered him about your family.

    “Long story, let's just say I’m trying to accept it,” you watched the professor step back into the lecture hall, straightening his robe as he walked across the stage.

    “I understand the pressure,” Jayce nodded, noting the blush on your cheeks when the conversation had reached a natural standstill.

    You both continued taking notes when the lecture resumed. Making comments here and there about the topic and the class as a whole.

    The room finally began to cool. Living in a city by the ocean had its benefits when the buildings blocked the sun early on, letting the heat dissipate to a reasonable temperature before the height of the summer.

    Towards the end of class, the professor allotted time for questions and answers before dismissal. Since you were never one to raise your hand in class, you decided to pack your things early and return to your daydreams, but this time you had a distraction at your side.

    Jayce noticed you were eager to leave and packed his things as well to chat with you quietly.

    “What’re you doing after this?” he asked, leaning towards you to whisper in your ear.

    “Getting a drink and maybe straight to bed, I’m beat. This week was brutal,” you chuckled when you remembered how hectic the assignments had been.

    “Could I take you out?” his voice was low against your skin and it made your spine shiver with anticipation.

    You leaned back from him as you nodded to accept his proposal, giving him a ridiculous grin at the thought of having the first date in a while. It made you nervous remembering Caston and how charming he had seemed in the beginning, but something about Jayce was different. There was less build up, less peacocking in his socialization.

    Every student that raised their hand to ask a question began to irritate you when you started to feel impatient. Being calm on the inside was never something you specialized in. From Jayce’s perspective you must have seemed so composed so it didn’t matter. Eventually class was dismissed, the sun had set completely and the lamps had been lit in the courtyard and on the streets to welcome the nightlife of the yawning dusk.

    Jayce walked at your side, he towered over you, keeping in time with your shorter strides instead of having you keep up with whatever his casual pace might have been. He turned out to be quite the gentleman as you both left the academy district together to find a lounge to start the evening.

    “We don’t have to do anything fancy,” you insisted after passing your regular city café.

    “Right, but I thought you had more than coffee in mind,” he grinned, placing his hand on the small of your back to guide you past the corner of the block.

    He was right, after all the stress you were under, a stronger drink wouldn’t hurt. With Viktor you would both avoid going out to get drunk since it was poor for his health, but since you were without him you thought it was a good idea. Letting Jayce lead you through large metal framed doors that led to an extravagantly decorated hotel lobby. When you gave him a confused face, questioning his idea of a drink, he assured you there was more to see. There was a wide entrance off to the side of the lobby that opened up to an equally extravagant cocktail lounge.

    You had never been there before since you never had a reason to visit a hotel in the city you lived in besides your first week in the academy district.

    Jayce gestured for you to take a seat at the bar with him after turning in your school bags with an attendant, waiting for you to be seated before joining you.

    “This place is nice,” you smiled, taking in the sights and listening to the piano play from the center of the room.

    “Right? I never see many other students here except the week after exams,” he followed your eyes, paying attention to what caught their fancy.

    Jayce wanted to entertain you, the dark circles under your eyes told him the story of many sleepless nights and if he could make one evening interesting, it was worth leaving his own comfort zone. You hadn’t expressed an interest in his family prowess the same way most others had, instead he felt a kindred understanding of wanting to be part of a family name, but still be an individual with personal ambitions.

    He ordered two drinks, his was clear and yours was darkened over ice. It was sweeter than what you were used to stealing from your parents' private supply as a younger girl. Anything you had tried as an adult was in the realm of wines ranging from all kinds of prices.

    “What is this?” you asked, having waited for a natural pause in conversation since you missed what he asked the bartender when he had ordered. “And no, I don’t usually drink so I don’t know much,” you sassed him when he looked at you in surprise.

    “Well it's ‘dark and stormy’,” he teased you with his perfect smile, offering you his glass by sliding it towards you.

    “Dark and stormy, just like my life,” you joked, receiving a pity laugh from Jayce for the nauseatingly bad joke, before taking a tiny sip from his glass and tasting the subtle bitter liquid. Your nose scrunched at the flavor, letting a quiet laugh out as you slid the glass back towards him.

    Settling into conversation, you discussed school briefly before he began asking you questions about your life before the academy. He listened intently when you described how life had been for you being raised on the outskirts of Piltover. The life of your family and the rules of being allowed to belong with meeting conditions of success surprised him.

    “So either way you need to find some way to survive,” he watched your eyes glaze over while telling your story, the heaviness of your chin on your palm was evident in the way your cheek scrunched against your fingertips.

    You nodded, waving your opposite hand in the air dismissively when he had reached towards it in the vein of comfort.

    Once your drinks were gone and a couple hours of conversation passed by, you had both grown more at ease. Allowing him into your personal space when he leaned towards you, making scientific theories sound scandalous the way he discussed it with you so closely that you could feel his breath tingle against your neck. Occasionally you would feel his hand touch your side gently when he would wrap a slack arm around you.

    Testing the waters with Jayce, letting yourself place him in your daydream from class, you touched his thigh casually when you had both laughed about something inconsequential about your professor.

    The tension was palpable between the two of you when neither of you mentioned his hand on your waist or your fingers grazing his inner thigh as you were both tucked away at the bar where no one else could see your wandering hands. You both continued talking, letting the lingering touch speak for itself silently between the audible words that passed through the air.

    It was still early in the evening for the beginning of the weekend and you hated how tired you were beginning to feel. You weren’t even buzzed. Despite how sober you still felt, you let him kiss you so gently. Apprehensively letting it linger with heavy eyelids. They stayed closed when he pulled away, a smile left in the wake of his kiss. His thumb gently ghosted against the scar on your lip, wondering what was the story behind it.

    “We should go,” he whispered, humming a laugh through his nose when your only response was a dazed nod as your eyes lazily opened. “Would you want to, um…?” he tilted his head and held your arm, stroking his thumb over your bare wrist as a hint.

    “Definitely,” you answered right away, catching on to what Jayce had in mind since it had been on the forefront of your own mind for days. Just as you had been open to the idea the day you arrived at the academy, you were desperate for relief.

    He took your hand, collecting your school bags at the door before heading back into the lobby. You stopped him from walking up to the desk attendant.

    “I thought you’d want a room,” his face was flushed, “I’m sorry if I misunderstood,” he nervously held up his hands in defense.

    “No no you didn’t,” you assured him, “we just don’t need a hotel room, that’s all.”

    He followed you out into the quiet street.

    “Want to come back to my room?” he offered when you were closer to the academy district where your dorm was deeper past the patron owned laboratories and apartments.

    “Um, mine is fine,” you felt safer knowing your neighbors had your back last time something went wrong in your dorm. Jayce felt safe, but you never knew when it came to strangers even if the evening had gone so well up until that moment with his fingers laced through yours.

    Jayce followed you through the walkways between the towering academy buildings until you reached the dorms. You hoped you wouldn’t run into Viktor as you both crossed the first lobby and into the privacy of the elevator where Jayce pulled you close. His chest hummed as he kissed you again, holding your body up towards him with strong arms. Making you giggle when he dusted your sensitive neck with his lips.

    The hallway was clear of people, even opening your own door made you nervous thinking you would find Viktor reading at your desk, but it was empty. It was one of those rare weeks that you had managed to spend most of your time in your room since Viktor was so busy.

    Jayce stepped in behind you, wrapping his arms around your stomach from behind and kissing the side of your face when your bags landed with a thud by the door.

    You lazily flicked the switch on your desk, clicking the light off since you always left it on as a bad habit. It made you feel more comfortable with just the dim light of the window giving the room a moonlit glow compared to the harsh hot light of the desk lamp.

    His confident hands worked away at the buttons of your uniform shirt, eagerly pulling away at your clothes before you turned around on your heels to do the same for him. Even in the dark room you could make out how fit his body looked when his chest was exposed. It made your heart race with excitement.

    The bed creaked beneath your weight which you happily ignored, feeling his hands trace the lines of your body and his lips as they kissed your inner thigh. You let him press his tongue into your entrance, tasting you with a groan. His hips ground into the sheets with need when you came after he had taken his time eliciting desperate reactions from you with his fingers and lips.

    “Do you have-?” he started to ask, but was cut off when you pointed to your nightstand as you panted. He leaned over you and searched your drawer, you felt him rub against your trembling leg. His fingers twitched as he tore the condom wrapper open when he felt you take him into your hand.

    A moan bubbled from your chest, arching your back and raising your legs when he pressed into you gently. The stretch he gave made your eyes roll back with pleasure and you held onto that initial feeling when he sweetly kissed you, breathing in every sigh and moan that escaped you.

******

Viktor was filling empty spots on his shelves with books that had been abandoned at various places around his room by the both of you. Letting you use his room whenever you wanted was better than living completely alone, so a little extra clutter was of no concern to him. Absentmindedly placing your clothes into his hamper felt routine, natural for him to do for you even when you insisted you could do it yourself.

    Cleaning his dorm was brought on by a much needed break from his latest school project that had his mind in knots just trying to finish it on time. The work was practically done, otherwise he could not fathom taking a real break.

    After an hour of rearranging and reading through notes to organize them properly, he found a small stack of books that were yours. He remembered they were ones you had been looking for frantically the day before and they ended up being kicked under his desk behind other piles of books.

    He missed you, wondering what you must have been up to since you gave him space to work for so long instead of poking in to visit. Looking for an excuse to see you was hard, but there were the books on his desk, egging him on.

    Without much internal debate he was out the door with the books in hand and headed to your dorm just as he had many times before.

    When he reached your door, instead of knocking he paused at the sound of your laughter. Assuming you heard something on your radio that tickled you, he raised a knuckle to knock, but froze when the muffled voice of a man he didn’t recognize moaned your name. That could not have been from the radio. His heart rattled in his chest, making his stomach turn and knot up with an old familiar jealous feeling.

    Not wanting to hear anymore as it was an invasion of your privacy he went to the common room on your floor. His body trembled, the shaking in his leg was persistent and painful when his imagination raced with images of you with another man. You sounded safe, not in any form of danger he would have to intervene on. If anything, this was a good thing for you and he tried to respect that despite the ache in his chest.

    Many other male students passed through the hall since Viktor sat in the lounge. He imagined which one the man could be, but eventually lost count since students were constantly going out due to it being the first night of the weekend.

    He anxiously waited, hoping you would just walk down the hallway yourself and happen upon him sitting there reading instead of hoping one of the men passing him was the man that had been in your room.

    The wait felt like hours since he didn’t pay the time on the clock any mind.

******

You groaned out Jayce’s name against his thrusts, telling him how good he felt when he hooked his arms under your legs, squeezing your thighs. The sight of you in the dark made him swoon, from the bounce of your breasts with his thrusts, to the pose of your arms above your head and your hand bracing yourself against the wall. He watched your face relax with pleasure as your toes curled over his shoulders when your stomach tightened.

    When he started slapping against you harder and more audibly you knew he was close. The slick wet sounds of him sliding in and out of you filled the room with your moans until he pressed into you roughly one last time. Panting chuckles from you both followed when he slouched over you to give you another kiss after he pulled out. Your spine shivered from the sensation. He removed the condom, tossing it into the tiny trash bin off the side of the bed and rejoined you in the sheets, feeling him completely melt into your side.

    You laid there, comfortably for a long while, enjoying the rise and fall of his body with his deep breaths when he fell asleep before you.

    Sleep dared your eyes to finally rest when a gentle knock came from your door which you had forgotten to lock. All traces of tiredness left your body when you realized Viktor was the only person who would come to your door and you both had grown used to letting yourselves in on occasion. You ignored the confused and concerned face Jayce gave you when you launched up from the mattress, pushing him off of you to grab your robe from the foot of the bed.

    “y/n?” he whispered, propping himself up on an elbow.

    You shushed him and asked him to not say anything in a barely audible whisper. When another hint of a knock came from the door you panicked and rushed over to Jayce, throwing the blanket over him and telling him to stay put. You cracked the door, light from the hallway made your eyes hurt, and poked your head out.

    Viktor looked down at you in your disheveled robe, noting how messy your hair looked. A few of your books were tucked under his arm as he leaned on his cane. It was strange to him that you kept the doorway so narrow when you had always either let him in or let the door swing wide open. It confirmed his suspicions.

    “Were you sleeping?” he asked to feign ignorance, handing you your books which you took with one hand awkwardly and placed them on the desk just past the doorway.

    “Uh yes, sorry I took so long to answer the door,” you lied, knowing full well he would most likely see right through you.

    “Are you alright?” he felt your forehead with the back of his hand, “your cheeks are flushed.”

    You waved your hand in the air dismissively, there was no way he didn’t have some clue. It made you anxious thinking about him finding a stranger in your bed and you wished he wasn’t so observant. Despite the visible factors, he most likely could smell the sex in the air if he tried hard enough despite how tightly you held onto the doorknob.

    “I’m alright, just tired,” you tried to laugh despite his furrowed brows, “I’ll see you tomorrow okay?”

    Viktor nodded, letting his cool fingers caress the hot skin of your cheek before dropping his hand altogether with one quick glance into the darkness of your room as he began to turn away.

    “Please take care, y/n,” he let you rub his arm when you tried to reassure him as his mind finished putting the pieces together in opposition to his denial. “Goodnight.”

    “Goodnight,” you responded, your voice low with the tightness in your chest. The door clicked shut when you pushed it closed.

    Watching him walk off filled you with unwarranted guilt. You weren’t dating Viktor, so you couldn’t figure why it felt as if you had just been caught cheating despite your feelings. He had never outwardly expressed his own feelings towards you and after years of maintaining unspoken boundaries you had been desperate for affection beyond a tender touch here and there.

    “Is everything alright?” Jayce asked, pulling the blanket off of him and holding it open so you could rejoin him.

    “Yeah my friend was returning my books,” you explained, “I guess I look like a hot mess.”

    “So why did I need to hide?” he tucked into your side, kissing your neck when you settled into the bed.

    “I don’t know. Hook-ups aren’t something I really want broadcasted,” you lightly scratched your nails across his back.

    “This was your first time,” Jayce guessed.

    You hummed a mhm in response, feeling him give your body a squeeze.

    With the door locked this time, you felt safe enough to start to fall asleep with Jayce. You knew he wasn’t going to leave for the night and the thought of getting to wake up to him as well comforted you. The idea of waking up alone after the night you had was enough to make you cry in your delirium.

    You heard him say something about meeting up with you again if you wanted, which you gave a yawning agreement. His tender touches finally lulling you to sleep.

******

When morning came, Jayce woke you gently. Caressing your cheek when your eyes squinted up at him. Greeting each other with a kiss, he offered to take you out to breakfast which you gladly accepted. You snuck him out of your dorm, keeping an eye out for Viktor as you went to a campus café that was further from the one you usually visited.

    You knew you would never find a sweeter guy to have a one night stand with so you savored every last moment with him. Pretending you were a couple when he laced his fingers with yours or held your thigh from under the table.

    “I’ve got class in a bit,” Jayce groaned, “still need to stop by my apartment too.”

    “Don’t be late on my account,” you chuckled, sipping your iced tea.

    “I’d love to see you again some time,” Jayce leaned in and kissed your cheek.

    Nodding your head instead of making any real promises now that you were thinking clearly, you watched him leave. He waved at you from over his shoulder with a grin.