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Ding, ding.
The chimes above the door rang for the last time of the day as Jayce watched Heimerdinger disappear from view, his gloves still caked with flour. He couldn't help but smile at the small waddle in the Yordle's walk before locking the front entrance himself with a sigh.
It wasn't often that he would volunteer to close up shop, but today had put him in a particularly good mood. Heimerdinger had finally let him work with the dough, there wasn't a single customer that snapped at him, and most importantly, you had finally returned to Piltover after your week-long trip. It had been too long since he had seen you, and even longer since you had leaned over the counter close enough for him to smell you, your delicate scent still hanging over him like a fog.
Jayce blushed at merely the memory, idly kneading then plastic-wrapping portions of dough that were to be chilled overnight.
Although you were a daily visitor, he could never get over his bashfulness as soon as he saw you sweep into the bakery, your smile of greeting burned into his mind.
He could recall it as easily as he could the flashes of your midriff when reaching for a product on a taller shelf, or the nimble motions of your fingers as you unwrapped confections that he had just rung you up for. Jayce desperately hoped that you didn't notice him staring at your mouth each time your delicate lips parted to place the candy on your tongue, or how much he wished he could take its place.
"God, not now," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. In his stupor, Jayce didn't even realize he had been kneading the same ball of dough for so long it was noticeably warm. Praying he didn't overwork it, he carefully wrapped it, trying to ignore the stirring in his core that the thought of you provoked.
As he looked down at the dough, an idea flitted through his head, albeit not its first time. But, this instance was different. It lingered as he bit his lip and stared down at the counter, his pants tightening as he took the notion into consideration.
Though Jayce knew there couldn't possibly be anybody watching, he still furtively cast his eyes about before unbuttoning his trousers with fumbling fingers, his heart pounding in his ears.
Delicately, he pulled down the waistband to his boxers, his already throbbing cock bobbing up and down upon its release. He was aware his idea couldn't possibly end well, but he had gone far too long enduring the subtle brush of your fingers against his during transactions or the distinct sway of your hips to think of anything else in the moment.
With only a second of hesitation, Jayce anchored the back of the dough with one hand to the surface of the counter, his breaths heavy, almost strained.
Cautiously, he pressed his tip into the dough with a muffled grunt; the sensation was far from perfect, but he had to admit it was indefinitely more pleasant than thrusting into his own calloused fist. He closed his eyes as he pushed his hips forward, trying to envision you squirming beneath him, tightening around him as you begged for his touch. God, what he would give to know if you spent as many nights as he did with his hand stirring beneath his bedsheets, gasping your name out loud like he was afraid he'd forget it otherwise.
The plastic wrap chafed his shaft slightly as he continued but he paid no mind to it until thrusting one final time, the energy and lust rapidly draining from his body.
Jayce looked down at the mess and winced, the plastic wrap evidently torn in some places. Suddenly ashamed of himself, he threw it into the discard bin and wiped himself clean with a paper towel, trying not to think of what had just transpired.
As quickly as he could, he wrapped up the rest of the batch and made his way home, hoping that his self-disgust would be left behind with the dough.
Ding, ding.
The pleasant smell of warm bread greeted you, wafting over you as your daily welcome. You waved at Heimerdinger as peered over the counter at you with a smile, his face barely visible over the surface.
"Anything new today?" you called, surveying the shelves.
"Believe it or not, yes," he squeaked, scurrying over to you. "Here!"
He presented you a tray with a rather large loaf, especially compared to the usual personal portions you would buy.
"Heimerdinger, you know me," you said with an apologetic smile. "What would I do with so much bread?"
"I suppose you're right," he replied, sighing. "It's so large that I've had to bake it on its own tray — Jayce must've been a bit distracted when portioning them."
"Jayce?" you asked, suddenly interested. "Since when did you let him do more than sweep the floors?"
"Since not anymore," he huffed. "That boy will be the end of me."
"I'll take it off your hands then," you said with a smile. Sure, you felt intrigued by something Jayce made, but it couldn't hurt you to do Heimerdinger a favor either.
"Oh, bless you," the yordle tittered, returning behind the cash register.
"Speaking of which, where is he?"
"Most likely still in bed; it wouldn't be the first time."
You shared a laugh and left with a distinctly large bag — as well a head swimming with thoughts of what Jayce's arms looked like while working the dough, your only regret that you didn't get to see it.
Ding, ding.
Jayce rushed into the bakery, almost barreling into a display of pastries, Heimerdinger's yelling barely audible over his panting.
"What's gotten into you?" he shouted, prodding him on the shoulder. "Just because you're late doesn't mean you also have to knock the place down! And that's without mentioning your careless job last night, thank goodness I had managed to hand off the glob of dough you so carelessly tossed aside."
"Glob of dough?" Jayce breathed, a blanket of dread settling over him. If he wasn't lightheaded before, he most definitely was now. "Larger than the rest? Torn wrapping? I thought I threw it into the discard bin."
"No," Heimerdinger said while drawing out the word, raising an eyebrow. "It was hanging over the bin onto the counter, so I assumed you were just being sloppy. Why? Is something wrong with it?"
"Of course not," he answered hastily, cursing himself inwardly. "Who purchased it?"
The blanket of dread became a cage as soon as your name reached his ears, causing him to stiffen.
"Speaking of which," Heimerdinger said, motioning to the door.
Jayce could've fainted in that moment as he saw your figure stride down the street to the shop, clearly in a hurry.
"I have a feeling we won't be too busy today so I'm going to purchase some ingredients," the yordle said, wagging a finger. "Which you will not be able to work with."
He mumbled an absentminded apology as he watched you pass by Heimerdinger in the doorway with a small nod, hoping his fear didn't viscerally show.
"Hey," you said, just one word enough to accelerate his heartbeat. "I was just here but I realized I forgot to get something for some family in town."
Just as he was about to speak, you continued, "Plus, I didn't get to see you." The line made him shut his mouth instantly, feeling the flush creep up his cheeks.
"Was the bread okay?" he sputtered, wincing at his own fumbling.
"The bread? Oh!" you laughed, coaxing him to blush further. "I haven't tried it yet, it's a bit intimidating, actually. But I'm sure you did a good job with it.
The panic settled in again before he remembered there was no way you could've possibly known what he did, leading him to awkwardly respond, "I just kneaded it, it was nothing."
You were struggling to keep a straight face as you watched Jayce unwind in front of you, becoming more flustered by the second. It was true you enjoyed his embarrassment each morning, but for whatever reason, he seemed particularly easy to disconcert this morning.
"Actually," he said, the waver suddenly gone from his voice, causing you to perk up. "I was thinking of you during it."
"Really?" you exclaimed, surprised in more ways than one. It wasn't often he would flirt back, but you had to say that you were pleased. "While kneading dough?"
Could he grow any more red? you thought as he diverted his eyes, fiddling with a pen.
"Sorry, is that weird? I didn't mean it in a weird way, in fact, I think about you a lot which is probably why-"
You cut him off with a wave of your hand, more amused than anything as you leaned forward on the counter, laying a hand on his.
Just as you were about to open your mouth to speak, you felt his lips press against yours before quickly withdrawing, a horrified expression on his face as his eyes swung every which way besides your face.
"Were you- Oh my goodness, I'm sorry, I thought you were trying to... I should just dunk myself in a bag of flour, I apologize," he said, scrambling until you firmly grabbed his chin, forcing your gazes to meet.
"It's okay," you replied decisively, trying to keep your voice low. "I've actually been trying to do that for a while."
His eyes widened so dramatically you had to bite back a laugh, choosing instead to pull his face towards you to plant a kiss on his lips, letting it linger for only a moment before retracting your head.
To your surprise, Jayce immediately pulled you back in, both hands cupping your cheeks as you felt his mouth part slightly, wetting yours just enough to give your heart a small jolt.
"We probably shouldn't do this over the counter," you mumbled into the kiss, feeling him nod against you.
He pulled you into the back room with more purpose than you had ever seen him act with, making you smile as you pushed him against the brick wall.
"What're you grinning about?" he asked almost sheepishly, wrapping one hand around your waist as the other crept behind your neck.
"Nothing," you whispered between kisses up his neck, pressing the last one to the corner of his mouth. "Just how much I've been dreaming of this."
"That makes two of us," he growled as you tugged on his waistband with a questioning look, only to be met with an eager nod.
You immediately dropped to your knees while he fumbled with his belt, hastily sidling down his pants to expose an extremely distinct bulge, the sight alone enough to make your mouth water. Tentatively, he lowered his boxers as well, his cock already leaking at the tip as it swung in front of you, the tip an aggressive red.
Jayce watched with an attentive stare as you wrapped your fingers around his shaft, responding to his sharp intake of breath with a smirk. Making sure to maintain your eye contact, you slowly brought your lips to the tip, sucking gently as he lay a hand on your head, though he didn't move any further. You licked up the slit as the head was still in your mouth, the salty taste lingering on your taste buds as you pushed yourself onto him deeper, dragging your tongue alongside the bottom of his shaft as you did.
You only bobbed up and down a few times before he hissed, causing you to release him from your mouth, afraid that something had gone wrong; but, he simply bent down to grab you by the hips, swinging you onto a nearby table.
"Need more," he simply said, the both of you ignoring the clatter of a multitude of pans and trays falling to the ground as you slid off your bottoms, sighing slightly once you freed your erection, grateful for the absence of any constricting.
"Never thought I'd see this side of-"
The words were whisked from your mouth as he furtively spit on his fingers and inserted two of them into your hole without warning, his other hand stroking you delicately.
"Never thought you'd see this side of what?" he asked with a smirk, causing you to positively throb.
You didn't expect him to have such confidence, even at this stage, but you had to say that you were enjoying it immensely.
"Are you sure you're alright with this?" he said, a bit of his previous demeanor returning.
"Jayce," you replied firmly, giving him a dumbfounded expression. "I did not suck your cock just for you to tuck it back into your pants and ring me up some pastries."
He laughed and the tension dissipated, withdrawing his fingers only to spit on his palm again, stroking himself for a moment.
Gently, he slid inside of you, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. At its absence, he hooked a hand under each of your thighs, thrusting slowly as you revelled in the sensation of him stretching you, a dire improvement from teasing yourself with your fingers as you merely dreamt of such a situation.
Grunting, he quickened the pace as he moved his arms to plant them beside you, only for you to grab his wrist, earning a questioning expression.
You lifted it to place it on your throat instead, and the expression turned to understanding as he dug his fingers into the side of your neck, causing you to leak precum even further.
The warmth building in your core let you know that your climax was mounting slowly, though it escalated abruptly as Jayce brought his other hand back down to your cock, stroking with a secure yet loose grip. The feeling only grew exponentially as he breathed between thrusts, "God, I just love how you throb under me, it's like I was made to pound you right through this table."
Nodding numbly, you began to jerk your hips in succession with his, clenching even tighter around him as you felt your high closely approaching.
"I'm going to cum," you managed to utter, your mouth dry and mind hazy.
"Me too," he said under his breath, stroking you with more urgency. "Finish for me."
You came almost exactly as he commanded it, mindlessly repeating his name as you spurt thick ropes all over your chest, Jayce following quickly as you felt something hot spill inside of you.
He groaned loudly as he leaned over to meet your lips with his, the grip on your neck loosening as your tongue slid into his mouth, gliding across his teeth. You could feel him pulsating inside of you as he stayed pressed against your body, your climax squeezing the last of the cum out of you in a thin trickle.
"You're perfect," he mumbled against your mouth, one hand brushing behind your ear.
"Save it for a date," you laughed, revelling in his hot breath fanning across your face. "That is, if you're up for one?"
"Of course," he said. He paused, the usual hesistance in his tone returning as he asked, "Is it uncomfortable if I don't pull out yet? It's just that I feel like I'd be okay with being stuck in this position forever."
"That's something I can get behind," you said with a smile which only grew as he returned it. "Maybe I should swing by here more often."
"More than you already do?" he responded with a chuckle, sidling his arms under your back to lift you into a sitting position, his cock sliding out of you leaving with a sudden empty feeling; you couldn't believe that you were already craving more, not that the sheen that his sweat behind and his still-taut muscles helped. "At this rate, I'd swear you come just to see me."
"I hate to say it, but that's not completely wrong." Your voice dropped as you continued, somehow more ashamed of your next words more than anything you had done during the day, Jayce's mock-offended expression mirroring them.
"Don't tell Heimerdinger this, but I actually don't like bread that much."