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Jayce x Reader*

Childhood Friends.

18+ (NSFW)

You and Jayce grew up together, and care for each other more than you care for yourselves. You couldn’t imagine a life without him, and swore to yourself you’d never let anything come in between your friendship. Even if that meant your feelings. Will you live by it?

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The lab was quiet, dark, and empty. It was the middle of the night and you skimmed over the various papers scattered across the worktable and floor. You were a childhood friend of Jayce's and always supported him ever since you two were kids. He always had bright ideas, finding different ways to make certain tasks easier, even if it was something as simple as opening a jelly jar. Although you looked up to him, supported him, and practically followed him wherever he went, you couldn't wrap your head around his thought process and the way he did things. You smiled bittersweetly at the messy scribbling on the papers, some crumpled up and tossed away. Even if he was one of the smartest people you and others have come to know, you couldn't imagine how tired he'd been. A cold chill brushing over your bare arms caused you to shiver quietly, hugging yourself to stay warm.

"Trying to steal my thunder, (Y/N)?" You jump at the sudden voice echoing around the room, turning over to see Jayce in regular clothing as opposed to his usual buttoned-up shirt and white vest. You let out a shaky sigh of relief once realizing it was just him and settle yourself against the worktable.

"Looks like you got here a little too late, I've already memorized everything." His eyebrow perks up along with the corner of his lips, curling into a smirk. He scoffs loud enough for you to hear and walks closer to you. On nights Jayce found himself too tired, stressed, or just bored with working on his latest project, he'd call you. No matter what time it was or how long the call would last you were always ready to answer, even if you'd fall right back asleep after picking up. Not that he minded, either way, he soaked up your company, your voice, your attention. Growing up you assumed he viewed you as a little sister, so you decided to keep it that way, swearing to yourself to never let anything go any farther than that. Because things were perfect just the way they were now, and you didn't want to ruin that.

"Really? Guess I'll have to keep a closer eye on you from now on." Jayce smiles softly to himself and you watch him, feeling your chest start to ache at the sight. His clothes wrinkled and bunched up in all the wrong places, hair twisting and turning in every which direction, and his eyes tired. He leaned over the table himself, eyeing the mountains of papers in front of him. You feel yourself soften, sympathizing with him, and push yourself off the table and stand next to him staring at the same mountains he was.

"What's on your mind, Jayce? You look like hell." His smile returns softly but doesn't stay for long, and he sighs.

"Just some...personal things," He mutters out while glancing over to you from the corner of his eye, but you don't notice, "I couldn't sleep, too many thoughts, dreams I couldn't get rid of." You hum quietly to yourself in thought, thinking about how you could help. And partially what could be bothering Jayce. It was something big enough for him to not share with you, which was new. You two have shared your deepest, most embarrassing secrets throughout the years. You would always joke about how you two were only friends because you both knew too much about one another. Jayce clears his throat and stands straight, catching your attention.

"I was going to come here to get my mind off things, but I don't think I'm in the right state of mind to work. Want to get some fresh air with me? Seeing as you're here, we could both use it." He wasn't wrong, you came to the lab despite not knowing a single thing because you couldn't sleep either. And the lab was the only place you felt comfortable loitering around in. Recently, you've been thinking of Jayce. A lot. It wasn't the usual concern for him, wondering what new invention he was coming up with, or if he'd been eating enough. None of that. Your thoughts were filled with just him. Broad shoulders, tired eyes, and his award-winning toothy smile. You found yourself snapped out of those thoughts with a hand waving in front of you, followed by your name. You shake your head and smile out of embarrassment, earning a smile in return from Jayce.

"Yeah, sorry. I'd love to." His smile stays and you two leave the lab together, shutting off the lights. Walking down the corridors, the only light being the moon peeking through the massive windows. And the only sounds of soft breathing and shoes tapping against the carpeted floor. You find your heart beating a little faster with each time your arms brush against each other, and being startled with every sniffle Jayce did.

Not too long later, you're both out the front doors and notice the heavy breaths you two let out at the same time, awkwardly laughing at each other. The crunching of gravel and various twigs under your feet make it feel less quiet along your walk together and somewhat settles your nerves. Although it doesn't do much with the acknowledgment of how close he is to you, no matter how little you try to scoot away as to not have your shoulders bump as often, Jayce seems to inch back to you. You cursed yourself in your head about having these kind of thoughts toward your best friend, and hating that he could affect you without even trying. You steal a glance toward Jayce and notice his eyebrows are furrowed, and lips tightened into a thin line. You stop in your tracks, worried. Without thinking, you take ahold of his forearm and stop him with you, his expression softening immediately.

"What's up (Y/N)? Are you okay? You've got a tight grip there." Jayce chuckles quietly and you realize you were holding onto him a little too tight, quickly letting go and clearing your throat.

"I could ask you the same thing, what's with the face? You look pissed." He stares at you, dumbfounded for a few seconds before laughing and rubbing the nap of his neck. God forbid you steal a peek at the way his shirt hugged his torso. This time you were pissed, you always knew when Jayce was avoiding you, hiding something. Others referred to him as cold, too professional. But being around him for so long, there was nothing about him you couldn't read. You lay your hand back on his arm, catching him off guard and feeling him tense under your fingers.

"You can talk to me, you know, about anything." He gulps and finally drops his hand from his neck, shoulders slouching and his head hangs, not being able to look you in the eye.

"Promise you won't walk away." This side of him was surprising to you. He was soft, scared, and tense. As if comforting a scared animal, you guide him to the nearest bench and you both sit down, holding his hands in your own. You lean forward to meet eyes with him and whisper, "I promise."

It takes a few seconds of Jayce hesitating to say something, before retreating back into himself and deciding otherwise. You'd be lying if you said you weren't losing patience, but you cared about Jayce way too much. Your mind raced at what it could be. Maybe a project wasn't turning out the way he wanted? Did Viktor bail on him? Was his idea rejected?

"I think about you, (Y/N). A lot." Your heart sank and fingers twitched against his. You look around the gravel beneath you, trying to shake yourself from your own feelings. He probably just meant he was worried about you, he must've noticed how strung out you've been lately. You smile at him and nod in agreement.

"Thank you Jayce, but you don't have to worry about me, really." He stays quiet before his grip tightens around your hands and lifts you to stand with him, not saying a word and throwing you off.

A hand snakes around your waist and supports your back while the other cups your face, lifting your attention up to a pair of golden eyes. You freeze, arms suspended in the air out of pure shock, and find yourself stumbling with what to say. You start to laugh and press against his chest, trying to pry yourself out and recollect yourself, your face a steaming mess. Jayce keeps you in place, holding you while staring at you with a stern expression, his eyes exploring different parts of your face. You couldn't handle the embarrassment, how close you two were, the way his arms and hands held you. Not to mention with the casual clothing he was in, being much thinner than his usual attire, you could feel how built Jayce was. You always knew he loved to stay in shape and basked in the attention, loving to brag about how much he could lift. Yet you'd never realize the reality of it till he was firmly pressed against you, his chest rising and falling as he held steady breaths.

"I'm worried about myself," Jayce whispers, his eyes focused on the lower part of your face, "What I'd do given the chance, the opportunity. If only I knew." His voice trails off and his grip softens, letting you stand on your feet properly, now not being able to look at you.

"Knew what?" You ask.

"How you felt, (Y/N). About me, what I am to you, what you want me to be." Your heart races with every word he says. This must be a dream, you thought, there was no way Jayce would be saying any of this to you. But, given if this were a dream, you'd take any chance you could get to be near Jayce the way you wanted to be.

Taking his face gently in your hands, you pull him to you, pressing your lips softly against his. The new feeling excited you, the texture, taste, and feeling of him melting into you sparked something inside you. Hunger. A soft mewl escapes from you as you snake one of your hands from Jayce's face to his hair, tangling your fingers in it. With little to no hesitation, Jayce gives into the kiss and wraps both his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly as if you'd easily slip away from him. The silence is filled with heavy breathing and soft smacking of your lips colliding, absorbing each other in, hands roaming, experimenting. Eventually, you two pull apart, lips pink and out of breath. Realizing what you'd just done, you attempt to fix your hair and fumble with your hands, not being able to look him in the eye. A lift of the chin and you look into those golden eyes again. This time hooded and heavy, filled with something you knew all too well. Your chest tightened and heat pulsed, your legs pressing together desperate for friction. This time Jayce leans in, placing a chaste kiss and leaves you chasing his lips, a small chuckle leaving him. Flustered, you pout at him, soon after turning into a sly smirk. Jayce looks to you questioningly.

"Let's take this to my room, it'd be a lot more..private." You watch Jayce stiffen and shudder at the offer, nodding softly regardless, eyes never peeling off of you. You smile, satisfied with his compliance and lead him to your room by hand. Again, another familiar walk filled with glittering moonlight and hollow steps. But the air seemed heavier this time around, as if you couldn't breathe, and needed to get out of there as soon as possible. Jayce continued to follow with laced fingers, not saying a single word.

Not too long after but what felt like forever, you find yourselves at the bedroom door. Before you get to even attempt opening it, Jayce has you pressed against the door, back against your chest. Your hands stabilize you from the sudden push and take a glance upward toward Jayce, his expression sending some sort of shock-wave throughout your body. Next is the feeling of his bulge against your thigh, you whimper shakily through your breath as your hands start to fidget and search for the doorknob. Finally getting it to open, the both of you stumble through the entrance and fall to the floor, back and hips pressed against you once more. You'd never felt so hungry, so desperate to strip and explore someone else. Let alone, that someone being your best friend, your only friend. That thought crossing your mind, you seem to snap to your senses.

"Jayce, wait!" He immediately stops what he's doing, trying to maintain his lost breath.

"Did I hurt you? Are you okay?" Jayce fumbles with his words laced with worry and regret. You sink into the floor and sigh.

"Is this..really okay? Is this what you want?" All you hear above you is silence and you regret stopping the moment, but would hate yourself for feeling like you've put this pressure on him.

"I haven't been able to sleep these past few nights because of you," Jayce mutters into your ear, his soft breath brushing against your skin, "I thought I had it under control, but the thought of the endless things I could be doing to you. That's what keeps me up at night. You, (Y/N)."

The confident and seductive tone of his voice could practically finish you off itself. You scrambled to gather your thoughts, only to be left continuing to scramble by another soft press from his hips. Stiffness grazing against you. You bury your face into the floor out of sheer embarrassment and let yourself lay limp, weakened by his confession. Satisfied with your reaction, Jayce lifts himself along with you in one arm and closes the door with the other. Holding you over his shoulder, he splays you across your bed, and his eyes feed off the sight. Your hair a mess, chest rising faster than it is falling, and eyes locked on Jayce. The straps of your tank-top cling loosely to your shoulders , and the sweats you'd worn were well beneath your hips. He soaked this all in, hands shakily resting on your knees. Pressing your legs apart Jayce invites himself in between, arms supporting him as he now hangs over you.

"(Y/N)..I don't remember how, or when it started. But it's been so long I don't even care anymore." Jayce puts a bit of lack into his support and kisses you gently, tenderly, then pulls away to look at you with hooded eyes. "I've wanted this longer than you could probably imagine. I've wanted you." You couldn't believe this. All these years, hiding how you felt, and he was suffering just the same? You examined Jayce's features, the lighting from behind casting shadows across his face. It was dark, but you knew he meant it.

"I've dreamed of being with you like this, for as long as I can remember, Jayce. I wouldn't have it any other way." Without further instruction Jayce locks his fingers into your waistband, gliding the sweats off your legs. Shortly after, your shirt goes off too. Now partially bare although not much is left to the imagination, Jayce marvels at you.

Dipping in he presses gentle kisses across your throat and scatters them across your shoulders and collarbones. Flinching at each and every touch, you didn't know what you'd gotten yourself into. You never thought Jayce could feel this way, could desire just as much as you could. Once you notice the kisses are migrating downward, you're snapped into reality and your head jerks forward, fingers desperately grabbing at Jayce's hair. He laughs heartily and looks to you between strands of hair, his eyes and smile nearly making your heart explode. Maintaining eye contact, you both feel your grasp start to soften, watching him slowly dip in between your legs. Not being able to bare the sight any longer your hands stay in place on top of Jayce's head, your own head tilted back bracing yourself. Cold, wetness jolts your body into curling and lock eyes with Jayce. His head between your thighs, your hands resting on his head, and his hands gripping your thighs for control. The sight burned a flame of excitement you didn't know you had in you. Jayce slowly taking the hint, he goes back to work, not breaking eye contact. He winds you up and doesn't stop till you're an absolute squirming mess. It didn't take long for that to happen. Intending to break you in, two soft pads of his fingers press against your entrance, his mouth now slowing to focus on you. You ached for his touch, finding your hips grinding desperate to have his fingers inside you. Jayce smirks at the sight and settles them in slowly, watching you whine and writhe because of him. He watched you intently while taking notes on the spots he hits that makes you moan.

"Please, Jayce." You begged breathlessly, hands gripping onto his biceps for dear life. "Inside me, I want you inside me." By this time all reason had left you, and all you cared about was having your best friend fuck your brains out.

You help him slip his top off, followed with his own pair of sweats, then his briefs. Your body shuddered at the sight of him, red, and begging to be touched. Your hand snakes down your stomach and let your fingers graze alone his member, watching him noticeable shake at the contact, eyes scrunching in concentration. Grabbing a hold of it, you press it to your heat, basking in the feeling, losing yourself once again. Jayce doesn't fall far behind, drowning in the slightest feeling of pleasure. Neither of you had felt anything like it, and you both drank it up, parched.

“I don’t think I can take much more,” Jayce manages to say through gritted teeth, hands clasping at the sheets beneath you. “…can i?” Before you care to think about it, you’re already eagerly nodding, watching Jayce smile in triumph.

He effortlessly slides in, your nails digging into his arms as he stretched and buried himself into you. Your body betrayed you as it twitched and ached for Jayce to move, making it more than obvious to him. Although he was barely hanging on by a thread himself, warmth surrounding him nearly causing him to melt. Feeling his arms grow weaker and weaker, he couldn’t tap out now. He wanted, needed this to last. As your legs rested on his hips as they wrapped around him, Jayce found himself trying his damned best to move, finding a steady rhythm to keep up with. Not being as slow and passionate as he’d hope for it to be, he couldn’t help but chase the immense pleasure that pulsed through him with each thrust. Each cry that slipped between your lips, watching your face relax and contort with every move, the hint of his name every now and again. He loved it all.

It wasn’t soon after he started to notice a change in your behavior. Your hips started to move a lot more on their own, your moans growing more needy, more desperate. He could tell you were getting close, and wanted to torture you more, slamming his hips against yours. Your cries now heavier, his name shamelessly screamed out and hands holding onto anything nearby for dear life. Just the sight was nearly tipping him over the edge, even though he saw how badly you needle release, he slowed himself down to savor this taste. Power, over you. You, who’ve teased and picked at him all these years, acting so high and mighty toward him. Now a begging, sweaty mess beneath him. Because of him. He groaned at the whine that immediately escaped you from the sudden pace change, your eyes opening to meet with his. He was enjoying this, every second of it. You felt intimidated, excited, and terrified at the same time. He’d messed you up this much, you couldn’t hide your need for him anymore. In front of him you were an open book for once, and the vulnerability only made your heart pound even harder.

“Beg for it, (Y/N). Tell me what you want.” The sudden mood change threw you for a loop, softly moaning at each kiss he pressed to your face. His hips were moving painfully slow, Jayce enjoying getting to know each and every detail of you, inside and out.

“I…I want you, Jayce. Please, please fuck me.” Your plea comes out in broken breaths and shame, hating the feeling of being told what to do. But you wanted to finish more than anything, hell if your pride was going to get in the way of that. He smiled sweetly, combing his fingers through your hair lovingly, locking them in.

Before processing the grip on your hair, you were already being slammed into again. Desperately adjusting to the returned feeling you cry out, sounds you’ve never heard yourself make. It’s not long after your body arches and pressed against Jayce’s chest, your head rolling back and your hips grind and ride out your high. He finally decides to let go himself and loses all strength he’d been mustering up this entire time, face falling into the crook of your neck as he spasmed inside you. His short exhales filling your ear and sending chills down your spine. Each twitch that comes from each of you, the other reacts out of sensitivity, and you both find yourself laughing.

Jayce slides himself out with a groan and lays next to you, hand resting on his forehead, catching his breath. You turn and lay your hand across his chest, coated in sweat and lightly drag your finger in circles over him, admiring his build. As he does the same to your back his head lazily turns to you, and places a kiss to the top of you head, catching you by surprise. Snoring follows not too long ago and you giggle to yourself, snuggling into him and finding yourself fall asleep just as quickly.

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hi, hehe;; this is my first attempt at a post. i love writing this kind of stuff, so i hope to continue to do more. (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

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