✨️Myr∆✨️

pervert!jayce who has known you for years and has always been the epitome of “the golden boy”……except he isn’t quite like that at all; or hasn’t been since he’s met you.

at first it was just some curious butterflies that left him intrigued by the “new girl” in the lab. but after meeting you, when the two of you talked, it was exciting and something he could look forward to during his days at the lab. but as time went on, short, friendly conversations turned into hour long talks. the accidental bumping of fingers turned into jayce always physically wanting to touch you. and he swore up and down with every breath, your dress was getting shorter and shorter since you first started working in the lab. and now his light, curious feelings became something more than butterflies; it transformed into full on yearning for you.

it was nice for so long, him and his little crush…until he started having dreams about you. dreams that would lead to him waking up in the middle of the night, harder than a rock and leaking so much precum that it would stain and ruin his underwear. dreams so vivid in detail of him doing the most obscene things with you that it always ended up with him fucking into his fist with the hottest erection of his life. he couldn’t help but imagine if you were flexible enough for him to bend you completely in half while he pounded inside of you. or if your pussy could even handle his massive cock. dreams that he had never had about another person ever in his life, not even as a teen, until you.

his excitement for your talks suddenly turned into hesitation when all he could think about when the two of you spoke was how good your mouth must feel. his “golden boy” thoughts were constantly interrupted by the idea of how tight your cunt would feel wrapped around him. or how your face would twist with pleasure as he fucked into your soaking wet pussy.

and god these thoughts plagued his every waking moment, so much so that his several hour long conversation with you slowly turned back into shorter and shorter talks. he’d claim that he was just ‘too tired’ from working in the lab all day, making up any excuse that he was needed elsewhere, just to rush away and put distance between you and him. because he’s terrified of you seeing him like this; depraved, grasping for breath, eyes fluttering as he stares at the massive tent in his pants, all with the thought of wanting to throw you over the table and fuck you till he was satisfied.

and he wants to oh-so-badly have you as his own…to make you his. to turn you into something that only he could touch and taste and hear your pretty cries, begging him as he fucks you—

Him waist 👐