doesntsing | open post

Her moaning his name is the sweetest music and it drives him crazy. His fingers dig into the skin of her thigh, needing to hold on as he picks up speed. Every moan of hers, every look, every drop of her arousal wetting his cock make his blood boil.

"Midge..." he moans back with his mouth still against her ear, his mouth clumsily trying to kiss the closest skin available. "Fuck, you're so good and wet for me. And raw. It's so fucking good. You're a dream, darling."

His free hand reaches between them, struggling to move off the skirt of her dress for a second before finally finding her clit to rub with the same desperation.

“You feel perfect,” she gasps. “Don’t stop…”

All Midge can really do in this position is hold on for dear life, but sometimes just being fucked into a mattress or couch is perfect. It’s all she needs right now, to feel his weight on top of her and his hard cock thrusting inside of her. Midge gives another loud moan when she feels his fingers in her clit.

“Fuck…” She trails off, lost in the pleasure that’s about to envelop her body.

"Not even a fucking wyvern can make me stop now."

It's a miracle he can form any kind of sentence right now, honestly. Jaskier continues to fuck Midge hard and fast, letting his brain get lost in the pleasure. There's no thinking anymore, just repeating Midge and fuck among moans over and over. The fabrics of their clothes add extra friction and feel fantastic on their sweating skin. He buries his face in her breasts, internally cursing himself for not having lowered her cleavage a little when he had the chance. It doesn't matter, the parts of her tits that are exposed are plenty for him to suck and nibble, hoping to leave a hickey.

Midge doesn’t have the brain right now to care if he’s leaving marks where other people might see them. He feels way too fucking good for her to ask him to stop. His cock, his hands and his mouth all work in tandem to bring her pleasure to its peak.

With her moans echoing off of the walls, Midge comes beneath him, her body trembling in ecstasy. A wave of satisfaction flows through her, a longing finally fulfilled after what felt like forever.

As soon as her orgasm begins, Jaskier lets go as well, thrusting hard one last time before coming inside her. The fact that he gets to fill her up is incredibly erotic and makes his orgasm infinitely better. His toes curl and his back arches as pure euphoria spreads through every inch of his body, their joined moans caressing his ears as a final extra touch.

Jaskier collapses on top of Midge when he's done, his mind floating on cloud nine while he catches his breath. It takes him a moment or two to return to reality, and he grins against her neck.

"Not moving," he teases as he reaches for her hand to squeeze it. "I like it here."

When he comes, she can feel his warmth inside of her. There’s something so intimate about that feeling that makes her want to always fuck without a condom. In the back of her mind, she knows she needs to broach the topic of diseases in a way that hopefully won’t offend him. Later.

Jaskier looks like he’s in absolute bliss and Midge loves being the one to put that look on his face. She leans her head back against one of the couch cushions and giggles. “I like having you here.” Her legs are still locked around his body and she kisses his temple as her free hand smooths back his hair.

“That was wonderful, my sweet bard.”

He hums in delight when she smooths his hair - he always loves it when she pets him. And while his words had been teasing, he's truly enjoying just lying with her like this, her legs still around him and his cock still inside her. It's a different kind of cuddling: more intimate, but also messier, like proof of how good that orgasm was.

"Mmh, yeah, it was." He kisses her cheek before dropping his head on her shoulder again. "Maybe we should just go to sleep like this. With my arse exposed in the air and my leaking cock inside you. Obviously it's outstanding comfort." He's joking.

“Sleep?” She teases back. “After only one round? I don’t think so. We have so much to try tonight.” Midge blushes, pausing for a second. “You were going to show me… how you use your fingers on yourself…”

Maybe he won’t want to, but Jaskier doesn’t strike her as the type to be embarrassed by anything sexual. By all accounts, he’ll be eager to show her and she’ll be eager to watch.

He thinks she's about to say something crazy to continue the joke, but instead she makes a request. Jaskier raises his head to look down at her, surprise obvious in his expression - but it quickly changes into a grin. Midge is right, he's not embarrassed at all.

"My, my, it appears that my teasing became a prediction - you are quite daring tonight." Still grinning in a way that would make Cheshire proud, Jaskier finally pulls out, hissing at the sensitivity. But he's doing this for a reason: he wraps his arms around her and turns both their bodies on the sides so they can cuddle properly. "I'm so proud of you right now. I'm going to give you a show that you'll never forget."

Let's ignore the fact that their clothes are falling on the wet spots now.

She flushes even more at his comments and grin. Midge isn’t sure why she’s so embarrassed; maybe it’s because she’s never seen a man do anything like that before. She’s curious though, and Jaskier is happy to sate that curiosity.

After crawling into his arms, she gives him a tender kiss. “Just rest a moment. Then we can take all our clothes off and move to the bed where we’ll have more room.”

Midge lets out a contented sigh. “I missed this so much.”

"Worry not, that was indeed my plan." Now that he's gotten his orgasm, he isn't in a hurry. They can go back to the teasing and taking it slow to enjoy each other to the max. Besides, he does need to rest; his cock isn't magical (gods, he wishes).

He happily returns the kiss, and then kisses the top of her head when she lets out that cute little sigh. It perfectly matches what he feels, too: just relaxed and content.

"Mm-mmh. It was very frustrating not to be able to kiss you for every cute thing you said when you were at home." His hand rubs her back. "Didn't you get some alone time with your hands while I was away?"

She laughs at that question, her cheeks still flushed. Even as she feels a bit awkward, she feels emboldened too.

“Oh, you want to hear about how I touched myself when I was alone?” she asks saucily. “You want a detailed description?”

One of her hands strokes down his chest.

He laughs as well - the fact that she blushes at his question proves how she still has lots of things to learn and get used to. She's adorable, though.

"You're so cute when you blush," he replies before kissing both her cheeks. "I asked because I love hearing how far you've come since I started to push you into exploring your sexuality more. But I admit-" He licks his lips on purpose. "I'd love to hear the details when my cock is ready to enjoy them."

“You know I’m not that innocent,” she protests, and yet she can’t help the blushing. Midge isn’t used to talking so openly about things like this.

“So you want me to wait to tell you until when you’re showing me how you fuck yourself with your fingers?”

"I didn't say you were. The feisty mouth of yours knew what to do with my cock." He winks. "But there still was a lot for you to experience. And I know I haven't seen the real Miriam yet. Not fully."

She's still worried about what her parents will think, he knows. But he's not about to mention themin the middle of the post-coital cuddling.

Her idea makes him grin. "Oh yes, that does sound perfect. You'll tell me how you touched yourself, and I'll try to follow."

Midge raises an eyebrow at him. “You've had your fingers up my cunt. What do you think I’m still hiding from you?” She thinks she’s been pretty real with him. How else is she supposed to be?

Idly, she strokes his chest. Laying here in the afterglow is almost as nice as the sex. Almost.

That makes him laugh pretty hard.

"I'm not saying you're keeping things from me, or that you're lying, or wearing a metaphorical mask, none of that crap," he explains while reaching for her hand, fondly rubbing her knuckles with his thumb. "I think that you're still discovering yourself. I think that the divorce still hasn't fully sunk in. I think you still haven't fully embraced the freedom you've acquired."

That makes more sense. Midge nods. “I can see that. It’s all kinds of freedom though, not just sexual freedom.”

The type of relationship that she and Jaskier are having would have seemed impossible a year ago. Midge wouldn’t have thought she would be interested. She’s let go of the idea that sex needs to take place in a relationship with someone you love.

Although perhaps she ought not examine her budding feelings for Jaskier too closely.

"Yes, that's what I meant by 'the real Miriam' - all of you, not just sex. Sex simply inspired the observation." He picks her chin and makes her look up at him, smiling softly with clear affection in his eyes. "I want to see you shine as bright as the sun itself."

Midge stares back into his eyes, touched by his words.

“Why?” She asks. “I mean, why me in particular? There are a lot of talented people in New York.”

He doesn't see that question coming, and answering is harder than it looks. Jaskier bumps his nose against hers, playfully rubbing them together while thinking how to answer. If this was just flirting with an average one-night stand, he'd spew something about how special they are, but Midge deserves better than such a generic answer.

"You're kind," he finally decides on. "We've discussed this a little, but the fact that you continue to hold on to that kindness while swimming in the waters of the stage life is fucking important."

Jaskier isn't the kind to blush. He's fucking shameless. But tonight, for the first time, he blushes just a bit for Midge. "And I can't deny you remind me of myself."

“Thank you,” she replies. “I hope to always hold onto it, no matter where my career takes me.”

His second reason surprises her though. So does the blush. She’s not sure if she’s ever seen him blush. Midge furrows her brow and looks at him curiously. “How so?”

Hitting all the hard questions tonight, isn't she? He rests his forehead against hers.

"You were born into a family that expected you to play a pre-shaped role, and a society that tried to shackled you to it." Like he was. "It prides me to see you break those shackles." Like he's always tried to do. "I don't wish betrayal and pain from a loved one on anyone. But it terrifies me to think what would've happened to the real Miriam if Joel had never cheated." The same way he's afraid of what would've happened to his life if he hadn't met Geralt.

She reaches up to stroke her fingers through his hair, knowing how much it soothes him.

“I understand what you mean,” Midge replies, “but I wasn’t unhappy with Joel. I think I would have found ways to be content as a housewife and mother.”

It does soothe him - Jaskier closes his eyes and hums like a happy pet getting his ears scratched.

"I understand what you mean, too. But in my experience? You would've resented it in the long run." A sigh. It's not a nice thing to say, but they're having a serious conversation, so he isn't about to sugar-coat it. "Just a few days ago, you shared your frustration about your parents being too nosy. Remember that feeling clawing at your chest. Now picture it growing bigger and hotter without no outlet for years."

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