#ANYWAY ENJOY JAYCE BEING DEPRAVED!!

[zevrra]

(more pervert!jayce bc i can eheh,,,,,,,)

oh god he was a mess. a pathetic, disgusting mess.

jayce’s hands trembled as he clutched onto the underwear he knew better than to have. he fidgets with the hem of your pretty panties, rubbing his thumb across the lacy fabric as he tries his best to talk himself out of doing what he was thinking about doing. but it was no use. he had already stolen the underwear from you. and since he couldn’t have you, he’d just have to settle for this…and use his imagination a little.

he had been hard all day long. sitting in the lab, watching you as you paraded around in a short dress…all just to tease him. jayce grunts heavily, leaning back into his desk chair as he slowly wraps his fingers around the base of his stiff cock. he slides his palm along the curve of his shaft until he presses firmly into the tip of his head; forcing him to stifle a groan, biting his bottom lip.

and he used to be satisfied with just staring at the pretty underwear he swiped but now it wasn’t enough. and he does something he thought he’d never do…desperately he takes the fabric between his closed fingers and presses it into his nose. imagining what you must smell like, how lovely you must taste. his hand picks up the pace as he imagines laying you on your back, forcing your legs open as he eats you out. his tongue slipping between every fold of your wet pussy, because he made you this wet. no one else could, only he could.

jayce stifles another pitiful whimper at the thought. his hand moving faster and faster, imagining your slick folds against his lips and tongue. how pretty you’d sound, moaning for him and only him. he can’t help but imagine how your thighs would tighten against his cheeks when he attacked your clit with his tongue; or how many fingers could he slip inside your twitching cunt before you came all over his tongue.

“fuck!” jayce mumbles into the sweet underwear he holds close to him. it was too much. the thought of fingering you, tasting you, touching you, imagining your sweet voice moaning his name…it was too goddamn much. he’s panting like a dog, head fuzzy, fingers trembling around his shaft as he practically fucks into his fist. when his orgasm hits him like a truck. he sobs, open mouth against the panties on his lips, muttering your name as his cums. mind numbing pleasure shoots to the tips of his fingers and toes with his orgasm.

his hand doesn’t stop moving until he finally reaches the end of his climax. eyes heavy as he stares at the white, sticky mess he’s created along his fingers. and he should feel bad…he should feel wrong for having such impure thoughts as the “golden boy” everyone has coined him to be. but he doesn’t feel bad in the slightest.

all he could care about in that moment was that, again, it wasn’t enough.