𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒹𝑜 ⎹ 𝓙. 𝓕.
fandom shadow and bone / six of crows masterlist / @dollsgrisha-library
featuring jesper fahey x dregs!reader ( f! )
rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.
content warning lots of sexual tension, masturbation, fingering, teasing
summary all you can think about is walking in on Jesper naked the other night. part one
word count 4k / one shot
attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed. i appreciate every single person who requested a second part! i meant to post this as a response to one of the asks, but tumblr is currently being dollphobic.
you felt silly.
your mind was clouded with the visage of Jesper’s nude, wet body since you’d walked into his room the other night and seen him standing there, warm skin illuminated by lamplight and speckled with water droplets.
no, not silly.
you felt shy around him, now.
you’d thought all of the decency you’d grown up with, all the manners that had been engraved on your mind had dissipated after months of living at the Slat, but your modesty seemed to return after that night. now, when Jesper’s gray eyes flicked towards yours in the Crow Club or he snuck up behind you and slung a lazy, lean arm over your waist, you blushed madly. you wanted to disappear. you couldn’t look into his countenance without seeing every intimate shape of him gleaming with liquid gems, hardly covered by little more than a strip of stained cloth. Jesper didn’t seem to mind, though. his smile was as relentless and charming as ever— an amused twinkling in his eyes when he saw you purposefully avert your gaze. did he enjoy making your cheeks hot? of course he did. did it piss you off? of course it did.
tonight, the Slat was alive with a raging party; all of the Dregs gathered in their makeshift home and drinking together. even Kaz was there (and you assumed Inej, as well), but they stayed out of sight. you weren’t exactly high enough on the chain of command to brush shoulders with your fearless leader aside from carrying messages to and from the Crow Club where you made the majority of your honest wages, and by all accounts, you shouldn’t have been so close to Jesper, either. it was simply a stroke of luck that your bedroom sat across the hall from his. besides, Jesper was personable. fun, even. and he didn’t mind hanging out with the lower rung of bruisers and spiders. you’d been grateful for that at one time, but now you just wished he’d be like Kaz. remove himself from the Dregs’ base company, from your company, because you couldn’t think straight when you looked at him anymore.
after far too much whiskey and hardly dodging a drunken kiss with another, newer member of the gang, you were hurrying up the stairs. most of them wouldn’t have tried to corner you with mouth open and eyes closed, but this new boy had to be completely brainless. you’d given him a hard shove and a firm knock to the gut for assuming you were there for his entertainment. you were a Dreg, not a doll for them to toy with when they got bored. as you hit the landing on the floor where your room was located, you could see Jesper leaning against the railing at the bottom. he was watching you. had he seen the whole exchange? the boy try to kiss you, and the way you’d attacked him for it?
wonderful.
snorting to yourself, you amble into your room and slam the rickety door closed. you were plenty dizzy from the booze and it was getting late; you wanted to sleep. any normal person would’ve had trouble with the raucous downstairs keeping them up, but you were just drunk enough not to care. standing in front of your bed where a beige robe lay, you kick out of your heavy boots. the robe was well worn, with a couple of conspicuous stains that you’d clearly tried to scrub out. it was almost the only nice thing you owned anymore, and gunpowder and grease was unrelenting to the fabric. you sigh, soft, and pull your jacket from your shoulders; silver buttons tinging against each other as you toss it aside, and do the same to your dark, velvety vest. it joins your jacket, and soon, your inky undershirt. you liked wearing all black, the color of the gang’s mascot— the crow. it felt right, especially trimmed with rusted silver. it felt like home.
it was only when you’d wrenched your bottoms off and kicked them aside, your trusty switchblade lying against the mattress, did you pause. standing in the center of your quaint, dusty bedroom, completely nude. you should’ve been embarrassed by how easily your mind wandered to Jesper again, but you weren’t this time. because you were alone, and you could indulge those impure thoughts. both of your hands rise to envelope your bare breasts, pinching your nipples until you cut loose a soft breath. you imagined it was his mouth that embraced you, his teeth that pinched, and your eyelids flutter closed. you could see those slate grey eyes, and you imagined he’d have to kneel in front, look up at you with his lips forming a seal over your skin. would he smile at you from there? wink? let a breathy chuckle die against your flesh when you whimpered and dug your fingers into his scalp.
you expel a breath of a swear, one hand slipping downward to delve between your thighs with a fervency that almost surprised you. “Jes,” you experiment by relishing the taste of his nickname on your tongue, your first two digits pressing against your clit together, rubbing in slow circles. would he tease? would Jesper torture you with slow strokes and grazing touches until your body screamed for him, and would he laugh when you begged him to fuck you? you could almost hear him crooning, ego boosted when he took one look into your eyes and saw nothing but pure need. “Jesper!” you moan louder, your brows furrowing as you push your foredigit inside, rocking against your own palm. your other hand clutches your breast, tugging at the nipple as your knees turn in to press against each other. your teeth sink into your lip, imagining how he might feel inside of you. there was no doubt you’d need to stretch to accommodate whatever his size demanded— and it was more than your finger could emulate.
but still, the steady pumping had your breaths coming in shallow panting now, your eyes closed tightly. you could see him on top of you, his height making it difficult to kiss him so you cling pathetically to his heaving chest as he plows you deeper into the mattress. the visage is dizzying, and coaxing an orgasm from the depths of your belly. another purr of his name, eyes rolling behind their lids as your head tilts backward, face turned up to the ceiling.
and that’s when you hear the footsteps. boots swaggering much too close. you’d been so busy indulging yourself that you hadn’t heard them stomp up the stairs, but they were right outside your bedroom door.
you panic, snatching the drab robe from the bed. living with mostly boys in their twenties with little to no restraint, and who stayed drunk more often than not, had made you quick and cautious. you heard the door whine as it opens, but you’ve already twirled around, a flurry of khaki as you pull it over your naked body and cinch it tight with the stained excuse for a tie. then, your hand is grabbing for your knife, you aren’t sure why. who did you think it was? the idiotic boy from before? who did he think he was, following you up here? but… would you cut him for it? no, of course not. you’d only scare him, maybe slash his dusty vest to get him to leave. the rusty blade still glinted against the candlelight when you whirl around, holding it out as a threat.
Jesper stands in the doorway, well, leans forward so his height doesn’t cause his head to knock against the jamb. he looks slightly bemused, but he’s smiling, too, hands up as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have. “Easy,” he soothes, smoky gaze flowing like dark water to the pitiful switchblade in your grasp, one brunette brow arching high, “I’d bet that would leave an ugly bruise on my pretty skin.”
you want to roll your eyes, or laugh, or do both, but instead you take a breath. if your heart wasn’t jack rabbiting before, the sight of Jesper in your doorway whilst you stand before him, thighs soaked from pleasuring yourself to a fantasy about him only moments ago had certainly started it like an engine. “It’s sharper than it looks.” you murmur, half indignant, but flick it closed and toss it on to the bed.
your ears must’ve been playing tricks on you, because you could’ve sworn you heard him reply with a giddy, “We should test that theory one day.” under his breath.
“What are you doing, anyways?” you ask, trying not to look into those damn oceans of silvery smoke as he lets himself through the threshold, and closes the door behind him. the faint click of the lock doesn’t go unnoticed.
Jesper shrugs, stepping closer, but you step back. taking your discarded clothes into an armful, you whisk yourself away to the other side of the room to pretend you’re busy tidying up. tidying up, of course, being tossing the clothes into a corner. “Came to check on ya,” he offers, and you can feel him staring at you, but thankfully he doesn’t move to corner you there, “you ran off before I could ask you downstairs.”
“I’m fine, I don’t need to be coddled.” you snort, once again indignant. why was it offensive that he was worried? should you really be so upset? “And I didn’t run off, by the way. I just wanted to go to sleep.”
“Should I go, then? And let you get your rest?
you turn to look at him, the faintest, “No.” upon your lips.
he smiles, and sits at the foot of the bed, stretching out his long legs. “You really decked that kid.”
you find yourself smiling at that, like a little girl proud that her parents took notice of her talents. “He really should learn not to try and kiss someone uninvited.” you answer, instead, and Jesper laughs.
“Yeah, I think your fist to the gut is a pretty good lesson.” then, there was a brief silence in the air, and you open your mouth to speak, but he does, first. “I’m glad you didn’t kiss him.”
you blink, flustered, with that familiar heat on the apples of your cheeks. “Why?”
“I’m not a jealous type of guy,” Jesper prefaces, leaning back with his hands planted on the mattress, “but I didn’t want to see him kiss you.”
you felt like your heartbeat stuttered, and your lungs seemed to expand in their small cage, painfully pressing against your ribs. he’d said it so easily, each syllable coated in his Zemeni drawl, his eyes listing over your frame as he spoke. how? how had he said it so easily? how did the words come with no resistance, when you couldn’t even look him in the face without feeling like your heart was going to leap into your throat and your face was going to burst into flames?
“Oh.” it was a pathetic excuse for a reply, but the only one you could muster at the moment, mind flooded the very moment he’d let fly the admission. you shift on your feet, looking around the room. it seemed smaller, and you were trying to think of another time when he had been inside it. you couldn’t.
Jesper tilts his head; he didn’t look as if he were necessarily expecting you to say more, but you still felt as though the word fell flat in comparison to his own. “Can I ask you something?”
i really wish you wouldn’t. “Okay…”
a gunmetal gaze zeroes in on your face, as if searching for any hint of a lie. “How often do you think about me?” your eyes widen, and he continues. “How many times have you thought about what happened the other night?”
you wanted to evaporate, meandering around in your little corner. “I don’t— I mean, I haven’t…” but the tone of your own voice betrayed you.
Jesper stands up, now, and you chew on your bottom lip. “I have.” he admitted, shamelessly. “I’ve thought about it a lot. How you looked at me, like you’ve never seen a naked man before. It’s been keeping me up at night.”
“It has?”
he nods, stepping closer, and you find yourself inching backwards. why were you so nervous? “You looked at me with want in your eyes,” he hums, taking another step, “and now, you can’t so much as make eye contact with me for more than a few seconds before you look away. Which tells me that you’ve been thinking about it, too. That want is still there, you’re just trying to hide it.”
“Maybe a little.” you admit, eyes flickering down the length of him and back up. “Okay, a lot.”
Jesper grins wide, a killer smile. “It’s a bit unfair, don’t you think?”
“Unfair?”
“I mean, you saw me naked,” he continues with a quirk of his brow, “don’t you think it’s my turn to see you?”
“Do you want to?” you ask, but he’d already made it perfectly clear. you just needed to hear him say it. directly.
“Yes,” he murmurs with a nod, “I want to.”
you tug at the skin of your bottom lip as you consider his words, your shyness hardly waning. he made you want to show him. the way he smiled at you, the sweet slur of his words, and the swagger in his walk as he approached. you nod, albeit a half nod, and you’re still taking another step back when he comes forward, your back nudging the old, wooden door, but your shaking fingers dig into the tight knot at your waist and pull it loose. you keep your eyes on his face, but his have drifted downward to watch your digits work the belt until it falls in defeated tendrils at your sides. your chest heaves with a deep breath that you suck in, fabric of your dingy robe sliding as it’s disturbed, and you shrug your shoulders. it shimmies over them and down completely, pooling in a soft heap at your feet.
there was no hiding. no cloth to cover yourself with. you were utterly vulnerable and bare in front of him, and your entire body felt as though it were made of fire.
for some time, Jesper doesn’t say anything. his smoky gaze trailing over every inch of your exposed flesh. you could swear the only sound between the two of you was the ferocious beating of your own heart. you want to shy away, but you don’t dare shrink from him.
finally, you watch his arm outstretch, reaching for you. this is when you really want to recoil, but force yourself not to. you imagine he would grope your breast, or force his hand between your legs— too greedy to care about being gentle, but he doesn’t. his fingertips are full of certainty as they brush over the flare of your hip, hand cupping it to urge your lower half off the door, as if positioning you as an offering to himself. his free hand slides along your nape, guiding your head up towards his as he leans closer. you can feel the heat of his breath on your cheeks, and his lips are so close to yours it’s maddening. “You’re beautiful.” he whispers, his fingers drawing curls over your bare skin. your back, first, and then along your waist and down your hip. back up towards your chest, leaving a mass of goosebumps wherever they traveled.
“Thank you.” you breathe out, tilting your head up more in an attempt to close the space between his and your lips, but he shifts, keeping the distance the same, his silvery hues half lidded. part of you wondered if he was daring you to kiss him first, but whenever you tried to push up on to your toes to chase his couplet, he held himself just out of your reach. was he playing with you? “Jes.” you whisper in a partial plea. his lips hover close to yours for a moment longer before they dip and crest over your clavicle instead. you emit a shaky breath, clenching your fists at your side. you didn’t imagine anyone’s lips could be so… soft. so gentle in their waltz over your collarbone, along the side of your neck. “Jes.” you whisper again, louder this time. leaning back, your shoulders rest against the door.
“Do you moan my name a lot?” he teases, his hand rubbing your lower belly before it slips between your thighs. you feel his lips stretch into a smile against your neck when he feels just how wet you are; you whimper. “Because you’re damn good at it.”
admitting to him that you had; that you’d loved to edge yourself to the syllables of his name would’ve been humiliating, and you can’t bring yourself to find the words, but you nod, suppressing a whine behind the teeth that sink into your lower tier as your hips rock forward, and you grind into his palm. Jesper grins, fingers working your slit, allowing themselves to be drenched in your essence, and he peppers your beck in heated kisses. “Been a while since I felt something so soft,” he admits, pushing one finger inside, “the Barrel hasn’t made you rough at all.” you wanted to protest— you were strong, by Barrel’s standards, and you open your mouth to snap that at him, but pause when he continues, “I love that about you. I love this.” flushed, you can feel his finger curling inside you as he pumps, as if beckoning your sweetest spots to come to him, and you melt into the sensation, moaning his name again. this time, much louder.
Jesper hums, and it’s almost a moan itself, in your ear with a delightful nip at your lobe. “You’re so tight,” he says as he adds another finger. you suck in a breath, but it leaves you in a shuddering mewl when his pace quickens. your thighs beginning to tremble, one of your hands grab at the collar of his heavy coat, and the other flees to hold his wrist. you didn’t want him to stop, but you needed to feel like you had some sort of control, even if that wasn’t exactly true. “Are you going to cum already?” it almost sounds taunting, but you couldn’t help but nod. you could feel yourself losing what little autonomy you had left, your stomach in knots as he plumbs your depths with curious, adventurous digit tips.
“Y—yes,” you whine, tilting your head up to look at him with desperate, half lidded eyes. his height guaranteed your lips only grazed his jawline with how close he was to you, “yes, Jesper, I’m… I’m cumming!”
Jes stifles a chortle by blowing it through his nose, “Soft, tight, and so easy to please. My kinda gal.” if he wasn’t knuckle deep in your cunt right now, you might’ve been offended. however, all you could think of was the wonders his fingers were doing when they rub against your fluttering walls. “Let’s see it then, love, let’s see you cum all over my fingers, and I might even let you suck them clean when you’re done.”
there’s a single knock at the door, and your startled yelp is muffled by Jesper’s free hand clasping over your mouth, his body pressing you firm against the door. his lips purse into a shushing shape, but the rhythm between your hips didn’t stop.
“Jesper.” Kaz’s voice came from the other side and your eyes widened.
“Yeah, boss?”
Kaz said something you didn’t hear, muffled or, perhaps it was a garbled type of code. maybe, your mind was just too overloaded with sensation that you didn’t care. you glance down to Jesper’s fully clad chest is pressed to your naked one; every inch of him pinning you down, keeping you as still and quiet as he could.
“Right now?” Jes asked, before he adds with a mischievous edge in his lilt. “Give me two minutes, got my hands full.”
“Wrap it up, I need you with me for the job.” you could practically hear the scowl in Kaz’s voice.
Jes’ eyes grazed over your countenance, smirking a bit at how your cries of pleasure died in the palm of his hand pressed tightly to your lips. his fingers pumping away in the same, blissful pace and massaging the same sweet spot as you came undone right there, pinned to the door. “I’ll be right down.” he answers, cool and collected, even as you squirm against him. his body was pressed so close to yours that you could feel his cock, hard and twitching, against your thigh, and when you did cum, you left a patch of wetness against his trousers. it was only after footsteps faded down the staircase as they descend that Jesper released you. you were panting, hips trembling when he took a small step back, and pulled his fingers free of your clenching, soaked core. “Looks like we have to cut the fun short, sweetheart.” he hums, looking surprisingly disappointed.
you feel it, too. and you mask a pout as best you can. “What will you tell him?” you ask, reaching down to retrieve your discarded robe from the floor and pull it around you. you try to avoid glancing down at the mess you’ve made of his pants, but he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest.
“What do you mean?”
your eyebrows raise as you cinch the tie around your waist, effectively covering your quivering, wet thighs and your heaving chest. “Kaz. What are you going to say about being in my room?”
Jesper looks at you as if he were watching a child, fondly. it was condescending, but you weren’t exactly angry. just confused. “I’m sure Kaz knows exactly why I was in here, and I doubt he’ll ask.”
you frown, “Then, why did you cover my mouth if you weren’t trying to keep it a secret?”
he chuckles, and steps close again, bringing one hand up to caress your cheek, “Because I don’t want anyone else to hear those pretty sounds you make but me.” so much for not being the jealous type.
“Jesper,” you call, breathlessly as you grip his jacket tighter, this time with both hands and try to bring him close to you again. you push yourself on to your tip toes, hoping to coax him into a kiss, but his simper remains just out of your reach. still. you were flustered, and you felt like you might go insane if you didn’t taste his lips. “Stop being a tease and kiss me.” you grumble, narrowing your eyes. “Just once? Before you go. Please…”
Jesper smiles, licking his lips as if he’s considering your offer, and his head dips. “Oh, love,” he croons, oceans of ash pouring into your gaze, twinkling with adoration, “The urge to kiss you has been overwhelming since I first stepped foot in here.” you stare up at those beautiful, shapely lips as they form each word, your heart beating faster and faster. his couplet crests over the bridge of your nose as it descends, closer to your lips. hovering mere inches away. “But, I like you needy like this too much to give it all up just yet. After all, why would I fold with a winning hand?” you want to punch him, hard. you both admire and detest him right now, but perhaps that was your own greed talking. he runs his two, sticky digits over your parted lips and you’re quick to latch on to them, suckling your own taste from them. your tongue swirls around the metallic coolness of each ring, cleaning them thoroughly as you stare up into his eyes. if he wanted you needy, you’d show him needy. Jesper exhales. “But you certainly don’t make it easy to say no to you.” he notes, working his jaw. “I’ll have to come back and see you tonight after the job.”
