The year: a few years after CK
The place: the Hendriks estate
The thing: Matthias is sitting on a couch sideways, legs crossed, face determined. He’s biting his lip as he focuses. Nina is sitting right across from him, knees touching her hands laid out on his legs as he leans close and paints them bright red.
Jesper is laying on his back on the floor, Wylan is laying on his stomach, softly humming as Jesper cards his hand through his hair. In his other hand, Jesper holds a small chunk of metal, fabricating to keep his brain occupied.
Kaz is sitting at the piano, eyes closed as he plays the melody his mother taught him so long ago. It was her original song, but he’s since added to it, and made it his own. Inej is perched on the edge of the bench, knees tucked into her chest. Her cheek is resting on her knees as she watches Kaz, as she sees the corner of his mouth turn up as he plays, his eyelashes lightly fluttering, making her want to stroke his cheek. So she does.
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Jesper Fahey x gn! Reader - Efficiently spontaneous
A/n: Minors go away, read my other fics for your innocent eyes! (Also, this one has been sitting in my drafts for a while now, and I do remember editting it but I couldn’t be bothered to do it again. So I don’t know how proofread it really is!)
Summary: Jesper has too much energy before a job, you’re sent in to fix the problem
Warnings: MDNI, smut, begging, anal fingering, slight exhibition kink, dirty talk, slightly possessive reader, sub! jesper, dom! reader, edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, shitty aftercare, reader is neurodivergent and it written that way because I am neurodivergent, swearing, I think that’s it? You have been warned!
The Three P’s:
[Pronouns used: you/your] [Pov: 2nd person] [Pairings: (romantic!) jesper x reader, (mentions platonic!) crows x reader/jesper]
Jesper is babbling your name out like a baby as you fuck him ever so slowly with your fingers. You’ve managed to find that little glad not too long ago and it had him regretting the promise he made to you not to come.
With your other hand you pulled his hair up as he moaned against the cold night. You were very thankful that Ketterdam had decided to rain today, sometimes Jesper could be shy, and you didn’t want him to be. Which for Jesper would’ve been weird if it weren’t for the fact you were in a shitty motel right now, on a job where anyone could hear you.
Even for Jesper this was different, because sometimes he pretended like he still had dignity left to save.
You were going to make him scream louder than the thunder.
“Please, please, please!” He sobs as you press down on his prostate harder, before thrusting into it abruptly making him gasp.
“I’m gonna-”
You slapped his ass as he trembled on his hand and knees. “If you come Jesper, I won’t let you stop. I’ll make you come until you’re screaming at me to stop.” You lean down to nip at the cuff of his ear. “And then I’ll make you come some more.”
Whimpering, Jesper shook his head, the dirty talk certainly not helping his situation. Then, at the same time you pressed against his prostate while gripping his cock. The moment you touched his dick he was gone, as he let out a low moan and his eyes rolled to the back of his head in ecstasy. You were sure he was seeing stars.
Again, he’s left gasping as you rapidly rub at his cock and he falls to his elbows at the movement.
It doesn’t take long for him to orgasm again, he was so sensitive after the first one. But then again, it doesn’t take long for him to orgasm another time after that too.
When he’s gaining on four you know this might be his last, because right now he’s truly a blubbering, sobbing, moaning, mess.
“Too much!” He screams, without uttering your safeword, as your fingers find his ass again. “I can’t-” He’s fucking sobbing at full volume as the rain starts to fall to a small drizzle. He’s too fucked out to care though, and it makes you grin coyly, the whole of Ketterdam was going to know who he belonged to. Jesper Fahey was yours, and you would never let anyone take him.
“Tell me who you belong to.” You whispered in his ear, as tears ran down his cheeks. “Tell me!” You hissed with a harsh thrust of your fingers when he doesn’t say anything.
Crying he bobs his head up and down as he screams. “I’m yours!” He screams, surely waking the people in the rooms around you. “Fuck- I’m yours, Y/n, I’m yours!”
You a let out a sigh and run a hand down his cock, leaving him shivering at the contact. “Good boy.” You start to praise the man underneath you. “You’ve been so good, can you be even better? Can you cum for me one last time?” You question him, as you continue to spread him with your fingers, knuckle deep as your other hand is preoccupied with stroking him.
He lets out a howl, before cumming all over himself and the bed sheets for the last time that night. In wonder you watch as all the pent up tension releases from his body, giving you time to admire every inch of Jesper. The sharpshooter never seemed to loose that glow, it clinged to him like sunlight to the moon. He was like a miracle, one you would never let go of. You were a criminal not a saint, you were going to steal every inch of Jesper until it was all yours.
You wait for a few more moments, letting yourself gaze down at your lover for a few more minutes while he calms himself enough. When his breath finally even outs you let yourself speak.
“I can I touch you?”
Jesper only laughs, before replying with a quick yes, as you go to pull the man into your lap.
“I’ll have to clean you up soon.”
Jesper groaned, wrinkling his nose slightly at the mess the two of you, or well, mostly him, had made. Usually the both of you wouldn’t do anything without knowing you had the proper tools of cleaning everything up. You could be a clean freak, and didn’t like your routine to be broken. Even for sex, the one time Jesper tried to have sex with you spontaneously you had a nervous breakdown. Never again.
Jesper lived spontaneously, jumping from one thing to the next, always acting so recklessly. Somehow the two of you fit together like missing puzzle pieces, sure, you still hated when your schedule was put off, and Jesper still had a bad habit of jumping too quickly, but the two of you together made it better.
“Ya, looks like we’re going to be having some limited options.” Jesper turns in your lap so he can raise an inquisitive eyebrow at you. “On that topic what brought all this on, you don’t usually like doing things on the go, so I’m very surprised.”
You give a deadpan look towards your boyfriend. “Kaz knew you would have too much pent up energy before this job so he asked me to... deflate you. I’ve had this planned since last week.”
“Kaz asked you to have sex with me!” Jesper shouted, as you rolled your eyes at him.
“No, I just knew this would be this would be the most efficient way to see it through. Probably, Kaz wanted me to play a game of cards with you, but this is my revenge on him deciding I was bait last heist.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I also knew you had an exhibition kink, and I liked the idea of everyone knowing that you shout my name when you cum. So, I think I win.”
Jesper blinked at you, once, twice, before letting laughter bubble out of him like an overflowing tub.
“How do you give the worst, yet best aftercare? Saints, I love you.” He chuckles, while placing his head on your chest.
“I love you too.” You respond, yet holding yourself back from finishing it with something even sappier.
Don’t you ever forget it.
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He saw the damp curve of her neck, the gleam of her brown
skin. He wanted to … He wanted.
Before he even knew what he intended, he lowered his head. She drew in
a sharp breath. His lips hovered just above the warm juncture between her
shoulder and the column of her neck. He waited. Tell me to stop. Push me
away.
She exhaled. “Go on,” she repeated. Finish the story.
The barest movement and his lips brushed her skin—warm, smooth,
beaded with moisture. Desire coursed through him, a thousand images he’d
hoarded, barely let himself imagine—the fall of her dark hair freed from its
braid, his hand fitted to the lithe curve of her waist, her lips parted,
whispering his name.
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