That makes him pause - he had been joking, but Midge is asking sincerely. "I don't know," he admits with a sigh. "I was teasing you. Usually, I'd say yes without hesitation. I don't know what kind of attention I'll get from your family, though." Another pause as he realizes something. "Will I meet your brother?"
His whole body shivers at her words, and the arm on her waist tightens. "Fuck," he mumbles in a very heartfelt way. "I need to watch your act more often." Roleplay has been forgotten, his ego has been successfully stroked. Jaskier captures her mouth in a deep kiss as another realization hits him: she was saying that before they got together as an actual couple, which makes his heart skip a beat. He keeps their noses together as he speaks again. "And what will you say after today?"
She brightens. “You will! Hopefully you’ll get along. You’ll meet his wife, Astrid, too. I like her, but she’s very high strung.” She tries so hard. “Anyway, I kind of do want to show you off. I’m proud that you’re my boyfriend. You’re also really hot.”
Hearing what’s in her act seems to have turned him on significantly. Midge can’t complain about that. She returns the kiss, keeping her lips close to his when it breaks. “I’ll say that he’s my boyfriend and he still can’t get enough of me. He loves the way that I taste.”
I love Astrid and always feel so bad for how they treat her
That makes him laugh. It's hard to say no when he loves her energy. "I can say the same thing. Let's show each other off, then." He kisses her cheek to seal the deal. "We're still doing matching teal for the ceremony?" Because it wouldn't surprise him if Rose made her change the dress after the argument.
He hums in agreement, both arms closing around her now to keep her as close as possible. The rocking to the music continues, though. "You do feed me pretty fucking well, my lady. But I bet your fans don't know about the adorable noises you make while I shower you with affection. Now that's music."
“Absolutely,” Midge replies. “I already have my dress.” She winks. Thank goodness she hadn’t gotten a new one yet. She was holding out hope that the two of them still might work things out. They’re definitely going to make a splash at this wedding.
Her arms move around his neck. “What sort of noises are those?” she asks innocently. “You mean my giggles and squeals?”
he will!!!! he wants to convince her to try less hard
"That's not fair," he teases. "I only have my stage clothes. I'll have to go shopping." He exaggerates his tone to make it sound like a problem, but everyone knows he loves shopping.
"And your groans, and your moans, and your cute little gasps..." He starts kissing her neck, hoping to get one of those noises.
Shopping with him reminds her of their first unofficial date to B Altman. He managed to seduce her in one afternoon. Maybe it was that the attraction between them was too strong for her to deny. She knew there was no point in fighting the inevitable.
A moan slips from her lips. “How can I help myself when you make me feel so good?”
"I could do with the moral support... and your employee's discount." He winks - he may be teasing, but he does like the idea of returning to the place of their first date, too. Then he can kiss her in the changing room to make up for last time.
"I'm not complaining, dear. I love the sounds you make." His hands raise the back of her robe so they can grope her arse, pushing her against him. "Never help yourself around me, you hear me? I want you to be yourself. To embrace your desires and be loud about them." Then his mouth moves to the other side of her neck. He really wishes he could leave a hickey, but alas.
Midge gasps when he grabs her ass and pulls her to him. “I will. I know how much you love to hear how much I want you.”
Now that they’re officially together, she’s not as worried about him leaving hickeys. She has an explanation for them now. Her fingers sift through his hair.
"Fuck. Forget about the noises, the way you say my name will always be the best music you can make."
His fingers sneak between her thighs and tease her folds, keeping it light and easy for now. Jaskier captures Midge's lips in a soft but long kiss, making sure to taste her properly and leave her breathless.
She moans softly when she feels him starting to touch her folds, and her legs part easily for his hand. When the kiss breaks, Midge pants softly against his lips.
“Take me to the bed,” she breathes. “Lay me down and put your head between my legs.” Her arousal rises with each stroke of his fingers.
"Mmmh." He pretends to think very hard about it. "It's true, I haven't had dessert yet. But wouldn't it be rude to leave before the song ends?"
Jaskier's determined to drive her crazy again. He makes her whirl once more and as soon as she returns to his arms, his hands go back to teasing her cunt, lightly caressing her entrance under the robe. She'll feel his own robe starting to gain a tent, too.
“I know you’re so concerned about your reputation,” Midge says. “It’s not as if you’re saying that just to tease me.”
His hand under her robe feels fantastic, and she has half a mind to just stand here and let him touch her to orgasm. Her hips rock back against his hand, trying to get more contact. She can feel his hard cock against her thigh.
"Me? Tease you?" He bats his eyelashes with his best innocent face. "Never! What could've possibly given you that idea?"
Suddenly, Jaskier picks Midge up, wrapping her legs around his waist before kissing her thoroughly. Now his hand has better access and can rub her cunt properly, continuing the teasing while he rocks them around the kitchen.
Jaskier chuckles at her yelping, glad to be proven right about the cute noises she makes. When they break the kiss, he continues to kiss her face and neck, this time with slower, open-mouthed kisses.
"Of course," he replies with a grin. "You're a piece of art and I like playing you." He knows she asked for the bed, but he likes what they've created here - the darkness, the low lights that come from the window and the corridor, the sounds of the city, and the radio in the distance. So he sits Midge on the edge of the counter and puts a chair between her legs. "Imagine being able to control pleasure like we control an instrument. It's a besotting feeling."
Once he's comfortable on the chair, he opens her robe and dives right in, his mouth eager to have her honey for dessert.
She asked for the bed, but this will do. It’s spontaneous, sexy. Midge perches on the edge of the counter, gripping it on either side of her.
“You play me as well as you play your lute,” she tells him, grinning down at him. Her thighs part eagerly for him and she sighs in relief when he sticks his head between them.
“Enjoying your dessert?” She’s wet for him, as always.
Always so wet, so eager, so ready. The way she opens her thighs for him is maddening on its own. Jaskier takes a deep breath, letting her taste and her smell flood his senses, almost getting high on it. He answers her question with a hum as he licks from the very bottom to the top, stopping there to suck on her clit for a second before pulling back.
He puts her legs on his shoulders and wraps his arms around her thighs, which he brings pretty damn close to his ears. "Press them," he asks before diving in again, licking her entrance before letting his tongue inside to tease her.
Midge shudders as he licks her completely, gasping when he gets to her clit. When he puts her legs over his shoulders, she does as he asks and presses her thighs against his face. Not too hard. Just enough to trap him there between her legs.
“You spoil me, Jaskier,” she sighs, digging a hand in his hair. “A girl could really get used to this.”
His cock finishes getting hard when her thighs are pressed against his face, making his whole body shiver and his nails dig into her skin. The hand on his hair is the final touch he needs to moan right into her cunt - all his senses are surrounded by her, and it's pure bliss.
"As you should," Jaskier replies, although it comes out very muffled. What is the point of a relationship if they can't spoil each other? If they can't have sex whenever the hell they want, as many times as possible? It shouldn't be something that dies out with time.
His mouth continues to devour her, alternating between licking her folds from top to bottom and sucking on her clit.
Midge closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of absolute bliss. The robe slides down her shoulders, though Jaskier’s shirt stays on. Her back arches, pushing her breasts out and her cunt further against his face.
Jaskier hums at her words and hopes she understands that he's agreeing with the sentiment - I love you too. Can't exactly talk like this, and he has no intention to stop.
Since Midge's thighs are holding him pretty well, Jaskier decides to move his hands, although first he pats her legs to remind her to keep them there. His mouth concentrates on her clit while calloused fingers gather all her fluids - that hand quickly disappears, because Jaskier closes it around his aching cock. Don't worry, his other hand soon replaces it to gently penetrate her with two fingers. Jaskier moans against her clit again as he touches himself, enjoying having all his senses overwhelmed by her. As the hand on his cock gets more desperate, so does the mouth on her clit.
Between the low light in the kitchen and her position, Midge can’t see that he’s touching himself. If she thought about it logically, she might have been able to guess, but there’s not much going through her mind right now except how utterly amazing this feels.
Midge moans openly when he touches her. Those perfect fingers, she wants them inside of her. Jaskier knows exactly how to touch her, how to strum her like his lute and make her sing for him.
“Fuck!” She gasps. “Yes, that’s perfect…” Her breasts bounce lightly with the rhythm of her rocking her hips against his face.
There’s a delighted yelp when his fingers find that spot inside of her. “Just like that… I’m gonna come so hard…”
Her breasts truly are magnificent, and Jaskier looks up as he works, admiring the amazing view. Every reaction of hers is perfect, and he knows he's close, too. Hard not to when she keeps driving him crazy. He stops sucking just long enough to say-
"Then come for me, love."
And just like that, he closes his mouth around her again, sucking on her clit and flicking it with his tongue while his fingers stop thrusting. They stop at her special spot and rub it with the same desperation he's rubbing himself.
How can she deny giving him what he wants? Her body stiffens for just a second, legs trembling, before falling over the edge.
“Jaskier!”
The cry of his name and her moans of ecstasy echo off the walls of the kitchen. Midge’s whole body shakes with the force of her orgasm. She always comes hard when he does this.
She pants as she comes down, her legs still shaking and her body abuzz with pleasure. Her fingers sift through his hair as she gazes down at him and finally realizes what he’s doing.
Blue eyes watch her come with utmost intensity. The few lights that enter the kitchen caress her body in the right spots, accentuating her curves like the most wonderful painting. He doesn't stop pleasuring her as she comes, wanting that orgasm to last as long as possible.
With the way she says his name, it doesn't take long for him to come as well. He barely nods at her question before his cum is staining the floor and the door of the cupboard. Jaskier never pulls his face back while he lets his orgasm take over: he wants to breathe her, taste her, hear her, feel her. It all makes his orgasm more intense.
For a few seconds, he's gone on cloud nine, just floating away in ecstasy. When he returns to reality, he rests his head on her thigh and smiles up at her. "Love you."
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His whole body shivers at her words, and the arm on her waist tightens. "Fuck," he mumbles in a very heartfelt way. "I need to watch your act more often." Roleplay has been forgotten, his ego has been successfully stroked. Jaskier captures her mouth in a deep kiss as another realization hits him: she was saying that before they got together as an actual couple, which makes his heart skip a beat. He keeps their noses together as he speaks again. "And what will you say after today?"
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Hearing what’s in her act seems to have turned him on significantly. Midge can’t complain about that. She returns the kiss, keeping her lips close to his when it breaks. “I’ll say that he’s my boyfriend and he still can’t get enough of me. He loves the way that I taste.”
I love Astrid and always feel so bad for how they treat her
He hums in agreement, both arms closing around her now to keep her as close as possible. The rocking to the music continues, though. "You do feed me pretty fucking well, my lady. But I bet your fans don't know about the adorable noises you make while I shower you with affection. Now that's music."
Jask should befriend her
Her arms move around his neck. “What sort of noises are those?” she asks innocently. “You mean my giggles and squeals?”
he will!!!! he wants to convince her to try less hard
"And your groans, and your moans, and your cute little gasps..." He starts kissing her neck, hoping to get one of those noises.
midge does too tbh
Shopping with him reminds her of their first unofficial date to B Altman. He managed to seduce her in one afternoon. Maybe it was that the attraction between them was too strong for her to deny. She knew there was no point in fighting the inevitable.
A moan slips from her lips. “How can I help myself when you make me feel so good?”
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"I'm not complaining, dear. I love the sounds you make." His hands raise the back of her robe so they can grope her arse, pushing her against him. "Never help yourself around me, you hear me? I want you to be yourself. To embrace your desires and be loud about them." Then his mouth moves to the other side of her neck. He really wishes he could leave a hickey, but alas.
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Midge gasps when he grabs her ass and pulls her to him. “I will. I know how much you love to hear how much I want you.”
Now that they’re officially together, she’s not as worried about him leaving hickeys. She has an explanation for them now. Her fingers sift through his hair.
“Jaskier…”
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His fingers sneak between her thighs and tease her folds, keeping it light and easy for now. Jaskier captures Midge's lips in a soft but long kiss, making sure to taste her properly and leave her breathless.
"Tell me what you want, dear."
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“Take me to the bed,” she breathes. “Lay me down and put your head between my legs.” Her arousal rises with each stroke of his fingers.
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Jaskier's determined to drive her crazy again. He makes her whirl once more and as soon as she returns to his arms, his hands go back to teasing her cunt, lightly caressing her entrance under the robe. She'll feel his own robe starting to gain a tent, too.
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His hand under her robe feels fantastic, and she has half a mind to just stand here and let him touch her to orgasm. Her hips rock back against his hand, trying to get more contact. She can feel his hard cock against her thigh.
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Suddenly, Jaskier picks Midge up, wrapping her legs around his waist before kissing her thoroughly. Now his hand has better access and can rub her cunt properly, continuing the teasing while he rocks them around the kitchen.
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When he picks her up, Midge yelps and holds on to him tightly. Her lips press hotly against his as his finger slip between her folds.
Midge pulls back to breathe and moan softly. “You love to make me come, don’t you?”
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"Of course," he replies with a grin. "You're a piece of art and I like playing you." He knows she asked for the bed, but he likes what they've created here - the darkness, the low lights that come from the window and the corridor, the sounds of the city, and the radio in the distance. So he sits Midge on the edge of the counter and puts a chair between her legs. "Imagine being able to control pleasure like we control an instrument. It's a besotting feeling."
Once he's comfortable on the chair, he opens her robe and dives right in, his mouth eager to have her honey for dessert.
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“You play me as well as you play your lute,” she tells him, grinning down at him. Her thighs part eagerly for him and she sighs in relief when he sticks his head between them.
“Enjoying your dessert?” She’s wet for him, as always.
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He puts her legs on his shoulders and wraps his arms around her thighs, which he brings pretty damn close to his ears. "Press them," he asks before diving in again, licking her entrance before letting his tongue inside to tease her.
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“You spoil me, Jaskier,” she sighs, digging a hand in his hair. “A girl could really get used to this.”
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"As you should," Jaskier replies, although it comes out very muffled. What is the point of a relationship if they can't spoil each other? If they can't have sex whenever the hell they want, as many times as possible? It shouldn't be something that dies out with time.
His mouth continues to devour her, alternating between licking her folds from top to bottom and sucking on her clit.
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Midge closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of absolute bliss. The robe slides down her shoulders, though Jaskier’s shirt stays on. Her back arches, pushing her breasts out and her cunt further against his face.
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Since Midge's thighs are holding him pretty well, Jaskier decides to move his hands, although first he pats her legs to remind her to keep them there. His mouth concentrates on her clit while calloused fingers gather all her fluids - that hand quickly disappears, because Jaskier closes it around his aching cock. Don't worry, his other hand soon replaces it to gently penetrate her with two fingers. Jaskier moans against her clit again as he touches himself, enjoying having all his senses overwhelmed by her. As the hand on his cock gets more desperate, so does the mouth on her clit.
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Midge moans openly when he touches her. Those perfect fingers, she wants them inside of her. Jaskier knows exactly how to touch her, how to strum her like his lute and make her sing for him.
“Fuck!” She gasps. “Yes, that’s perfect…” Her breasts bounce lightly with the rhythm of her rocking her hips against his face.
There’s a delighted yelp when his fingers find that spot inside of her. “Just like that… I’m gonna come so hard…”
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"Then come for me, love."
And just like that, he closes his mouth around her again, sucking on her clit and flicking it with his tongue while his fingers stop thrusting. They stop at her special spot and rub it with the same desperation he's rubbing himself.
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“Jaskier!”
The cry of his name and her moans of ecstasy echo off the walls of the kitchen. Midge’s whole body shakes with the force of her orgasm. She always comes hard when he does this.
She pants as she comes down, her legs still shaking and her body abuzz with pleasure. Her fingers sift through his hair as she gazes down at him and finally realizes what he’s doing.
“Are you stroking your cock?”
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With the way she says his name, it doesn't take long for him to come as well. He barely nods at her question before his cum is staining the floor and the door of the cupboard. Jaskier never pulls his face back while he lets his orgasm take over: he wants to breathe her, taste her, hear her, feel her. It all makes his orgasm more intense.
For a few seconds, he's gone on cloud nine, just floating away in ecstasy. When he returns to reality, he rests his head on her thigh and smiles up at her. "Love you."
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