"You should see Yennefer's," he replies with clear amusement. It's thanks to her magic that they have these closets, after all. "I'll be able to tell if one of my shirts is missing, by the way."
He wouldn't be surprised if Midge used her new extra-big suitcase to fill it with his shirts.
Jaskier gasps when she comes out, looking absolutely stunning. He can already feel his blood warming up as he rushes to hug her from behind, letting his hands roam all over her body and burying his nose in her neck. The fabric is soft and makes for an amazing contrast on their skin, it also frames Midge's curves perfectly and Jaskier is eager to devour her. The sparkling sequins are a nice touch.
"Fuck, Midge. You look magnificent . A beauty painted with the color of passion." He drops kisses on Midge's neck until she reaches her ear. "Red like your scarlet blood, your juicy cherry, your plump lips, your red wine."
"You don't know how many dresses you have?" He refuses to believe she doesn't.
Jaskier's hands keep on exploring, pulling Midge as close as possible to simply enjoy the sensations of their bodies pressed into each other. He hums in delight when her fingers grab his hair, and he drops a few more kisses on her neck before gently guiding Midge to his large mirror.
"The most beautiful and talented couple in the city," he says as a way to reference their little joke in the subway. Fucking for a public may've been teasing, but Jaskier truly believes they're the hottest and that people would indeed pay to see them fuck.
"Look at you. So gorgeous. So perfect. Such an erotic image." His hands caress her thighs, making their way up to squeeze her butt. "Delightful curves for my fingers to lose themselves in. A perky arse for my cock to thrust against." He's definitely getting hard. Calloused fingers move up and squeeze her breasts. "The most marvelous tits to suck like the thirstiest man."
There’s a little gasp from her when they move in front of the mirror. “Yes, we are,” Midge agrees, “but this sight is only for us.” She sighs as he starts to caress her, feeling her heart pound at his words.
“You really think so?” she asks. Midge knows that she’s pretty, but she’s got insecurities like any other woman. After giving birth to two children, she’s not as confident as she might have been before that.
"So possessive," he teases with a chuckle. "If I blink, I'll find you sitting on the drums during the wedding party." Just keeping her cousins away from her man.
"You don't?" He asks with genuine surprise. "You're naturally pretty, but you also put a lot of effort into going from pretty to striking. You know what you have, and how to show it off. And I like that. There's something inherently erotic about a woman who embraces her beauty with grace but also pride."
Jaskier kisses her shoulders before falling to his knees - he's still bigger than her, so he doesn't disappear completely, but he thinks this is enough to get the desired effect: he wants Midge to be the thing in the mirror, for her to truly look at herself.
His hands continue to roam as he drops kisses on her back. His fingers sometimes sneak to the front to squeeze her tits again or caress her belly.
"Their ears hear your jokes, but their eyes devour you. They wish they could give you an orgasm worthy of the stage." Calloused fingers wrap around her thighs to keep her in place, and Jaskier lowers his body more to sit on his heels. Now he can kiss both her buttcheeks and even nibble on one to make a cute little hickey.
“Can’t have them noticing how hot you look with no shirt on,” she murmurs. “Though I’m not sure why your shirt would be off…” Doesn’t matter, the point stands. He’s hers.
“Jaskier…” His compliments are beautiful to hear, as is the sight of him dropping to his knees behind her. Midge’s eyes focus on her own form now, and she guesses that he’s right. She does put a lot of work into her appearance, and it seems to be paying off.
A soft moan escapes her when he starts to nibble on her ass. It’s hard to touch him when he’s behind her, but that doesn’t mean she won’t try. Reaching back, Midge digs her hands in his hair again, tugging on it this time.
Her moan is beautiful music for his ears, and he moans in return when she tugs his hair. Fuck, he loves the feeling of her nails on his skin. His hands separate her buttcheeks just enough to bury his tongue and lick down until he makes it to her cunt. Tasting both her skin and the lingerie drives his senses crazy.
As his hands return to her thighs to hold her in place, he licks the fabric covering her entrance, just short little movements to start teasing her as foreplay.
The moan is louder when he starts to explore her with his tongue and she shudders as he moves down between her legs. Her panties are already wet; she’s been wet all day thinking about him. Midge tries to shift, wanting his tongue on her clit, but his hands are holding her hips fast.
“I see… a dark-haired woman. Pretty. Full lips… Porcelain skin. Dressed in something she never thought she’d wear, but it looks good on her. The man she’s wearing it for loves how it looks. He makes her feel incredibly sexy and he’s able to turn her on with just a look. Her nipples are already hard and her cunt is already wet for him.”
Jaskier's already fully hard, which is not surprising: he can taste and smell Midge's arousal, and that always tickles his brain with the most sensual delight. His lips can't stop smiling against her cunt as he hears the description - he loves hearing Midge admit she's doing something she never thought she'd do and that he makes her feel good about herself. It's exactly what she needs.
His teeth pull the panties to the side so his tongue can lap her folds, but it only lasts a second before he pulls away.
"Hard nipples, mmh? Would you play with them for me? I'm a little busy down here."
He then spreads her legs before lying down on the floor, crawling between her feet before resting on his back. Midge will see his head peeking out at the front with a huge grin.
"You've been standing for too long, dear." He taps his chin. "Take a seat."
Her moan is deep and full of need when she feels him take her panties in his teeth. The tease of his tongue leaves her feeling delightfully frustrated. Midge loves it.
Doing as he asks, she caresses her hard nipples through the sheer fabric of the lingerie, rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers.
Midge huffs a laugh when Jaskier asks her to sit down on his face. She carefully gets down on her knees, straddling his head. “Let me know if I need to get up,” she tells him.
"I don't want you to ever get up," he teases. His hands immediately land on her thighs to caress them and he makes a show of licking his lips before talking again. "Hands on your tits, eyes on the mirror."
He drops a few kisses on her inner thighs before his mouth finally dives in, eager to feast as usual. His arms wrap around her thighs to help her stay in place as he pleasures her, her fluids wetting half of his face. Jaskier drinks it all with gusto, humming in delight as he alternates between licking her folds and sucking on her clit. Blue eyes stay open to admire every reaction and make sure she's following the two little rules he's asked for.
Midge does as he requests, cupping her breasts in her hands and teasing her hardened nipples. There’s something very erotic about watching herself in the mirror while he pleasures her, especially when she can gaze at the bottom of it and see the reflection of his head between her legs. She shudders in bliss at the sensation of his tongue on her folds and clit. He’s taking his time, working her up slowly. As aroused as she is, she’s not going to come right away.
“Jaskier…” she murmurs as she gently rocks her hips against his face.
Jaskier moans against her cunt when she starts rocking, loving every second of it. His hands leave her thighs and cup her butt instead, squeezing it lightly as he encourages the rocking.
"That's it, love." He takes a short break to talk, but he doesn't move his face away - he wants her to feel all the vibrations of his voice right on her sensitive parts. "Take your pleasure. Claim it. Look at the gorgeous woman in the mirror and let her conquer."
The sentence is punctuated by his tongue coming out again, licking her with more energy this time. It glides between her folds over and over as he opens his mouth, devouring her with ardor. Soon he stops at her clit, sucking it as if his life depended on it.
Fuck, Jaskier is incredible at this. The things he says have never been said to her by any man, but they light a fire in her belly. Midge groans and reaches down to grip his hair with one hand before grinding her hips on top of him.
“Yes… please… fuck, I want it, Jaskier…”
Her eyes meet his for a split second and the orgasm explodes inside of her. Her loud moans ring off the walls of his bedroom as he thighs stutter against his face. She rides it out for a long time, wave after wave, until they finally start to wane and she slumps back, sated for the moment.
Once again, Jaskier lets out a loud moan against her cunt, this one longer and louder. The grip in his hair make his whole body shiver, the grinding makes his hips desperately thrust the air. He never stops eating her out, helping her ride the orgasm until the very end. Every second of it is a work of art, from her beautiful expression to the music of her moans.
He didn't lie when he said he likes her on top of him, so when she slumps back, he doesn't move - he rubs her thighs and hums a little tune to gently guide her back to reality.
After a few seconds, she has the wherewithal to get off of his face. Riding up on her knees, she scoots backwards until she’s straddling his waist, then sits down again. Leaning over, Midge presses her mouth to his, tasting her fluids there.
“Not to further pump up your ego, but you are absolutely amazing.”
"FUCK!" he cries out when she sits on his lap without warning, and his back arches. His clothes are starting to feel like a cage, and having Midge sitting right on top of his trapped erection makes his blood boil.
As soon as she leans over, he wraps his arms around her and kisses her back, his body unconsciously grinding against her a little.
"You liked that, huh?" he asks with the biggest smile on his face and a spark in his eyes. His ego has indeed been stroked. "How did it feel? To see yourself like that?"
“Sorry!” she says with a laugh. Midge hadn’t meant to tease him, and she won’t keep him waiting much longer.
She gazes back into those bright blue eyes, her own filled with a bit of mischief. “A little weird at first, but then really hot, especially when I could look down and see your head between my legs.” Midge kisses him again, nibbling on his lower lip. “Do Geralt and Yennefer not know how good you are at this? Is that why they tease you?”
Weird at first but hot later, huh? Jaskier's grin grows. "So glad you could see the beauty in your own--"
Oh, okay, more kisses, never gonna complain about those. He whimpers into Midge's mouth as his body desperately keeps trying to get a least a little bit of friction, to no avail. Her question takes him by surprise and he tilts his head, wondering what inspired it.
"Everyone on the Continent knew my reputation," he replies with a shrug. "They tease me for being a slut." He says it very factually; it's not like he denies it. "I guess there's the whole 'being around Ciri' aspect of it, too. And Geralt probably wants some revenge for years of trouble caused by cock."
When she calls him an expert, he can only laugh. "And how does one become an expert in a craft? By practicing. A lot." So yeah, he's a slut.
As soon as her fingers touch his groin, Jaskier whimpers again and thrusts into them, clearly needy for more. His nails dig into her skin as he watches her closely, wondering how much he should say. She didn't seem angry when she found out about it, and she liked their roleplay, but people have limits. He guesses he must learn where those are.
She hums in her throat. Midge had put two and two together about his activities a while ago. Perhaps it’s a double standard, but she’s not really angry about him sleeping with married women.
“Cuckhold husbands whose wives turned to you because their husbands were incapable or unwilling to give them the pleasure that they deserved? I doubt that most of those women married for love anyway.” His world is very different compared to the modern one that they now live in.
Midge’s hand snakes into Jaskier’s pants, now cupping his cock over his underwear. “You naughty boy. I don’t think I’m done being on top of you.”
The most pathetic whimper of the night leaves his lips, and his pupils dilate as his fingers dig into her back even harder. It's not only about his cock finally getting touched, even if it's through a barrier. The way she's called him naughty boy and taken control of the situation in just one fucking second is amazing, as if she's taking his suggestion to conquer seriously. Paired with her outfit? It's simply perfect. Jaskier is absolutely ready to be her plaything.
She grins at his reaction, glad that he’s enjoying her little dominant streak. That’s another thing she loves about him — they’re able to share dominance in the bedroom.
“Good boy,” she purrs, kissing his nose. “Not on the floor though. Time to christen that bed of yours.”
Midge moves away from him so that she can stand up. As he gets up as well, Midge unsnaps the garters on her belt.
“Take my panties off,” she tells him. “Then get on the bed.”
First, he was a naughty boy; now he's a good boy. Jaskier isn't sure which one is driving him crazier. As she moves off him, he wonders if she'll pull him up by his tie, but she gives him space. Being a bit of a brat crosses his mind; however, Midge is still new at this, so better be a good boy indeed for now.
Hearing the request, Jaskier decides to stay on his knees to play a little longer. Without hesitation, he catches her panties with his teeth and pulls them down. It's a neat trick, but only lasts a few seconds; eventually, his hands have to help finish the job. Calloused fingers use the chance to caress her legs on their way down before he finally leaves for the bed.
After pulling back the sheets, Jaskier makes a nice pile with his pillows and slowly crawls to get himself comfortable, shaking his butt in the air a bit before settling down. His legs open in a silent invitation, the tent in his pants presented without shame.
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He wouldn't be surprised if Midge used her new extra-big suitcase to fill it with his shirts.
Jaskier gasps when she comes out, looking absolutely stunning. He can already feel his blood warming up as he rushes to hug her from behind, letting his hands roam all over her body and burying his nose in her neck. The fabric is soft and makes for an amazing contrast on their skin, it also frames Midge's curves perfectly and Jaskier is eager to devour her. The sparkling sequins are a nice touch.
"Fuck, Midge. You look magnificent . A beauty painted with the color of passion." He drops kisses on Midge's neck until she reaches her ear. "Red like your scarlet blood, your juicy cherry, your plump lips, your red wine."
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His reaction to her is perfect and Midge squeals when he throws his arms around her. “So poetic, even when you’re horny. I’m glad you like it.”
She leans her head back to expose more of her neck to his kisses and reaches up to thread her fingers in his hair again.
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Jaskier's hands keep on exploring, pulling Midge as close as possible to simply enjoy the sensations of their bodies pressed into each other. He hums in delight when her fingers grab his hair, and he drops a few more kisses on her neck before gently guiding Midge to his large mirror.
"The most beautiful and talented couple in the city," he says as a way to reference their little joke in the subway. Fucking for a public may've been teasing, but Jaskier truly believes they're the hottest and that people would indeed pay to see them fuck.
"Look at you. So gorgeous. So perfect. Such an erotic image." His hands caress her thighs, making their way up to squeeze her butt. "Delightful curves for my fingers to lose themselves in. A perky arse for my cock to thrust against." He's definitely getting hard. Calloused fingers move up and squeeze her breasts. "The most marvelous tits to suck like the thirstiest man."
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There’s a little gasp from her when they move in front of the mirror. “Yes, we are,” Midge agrees, “but this sight is only for us.” She sighs as he starts to caress her, feeling her heart pound at his words.
“You really think so?” she asks. Midge knows that she’s pretty, but she’s got insecurities like any other woman. After giving birth to two children, she’s not as confident as she might have been before that.
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"You don't?" He asks with genuine surprise. "You're naturally pretty, but you also put a lot of effort into going from pretty to striking. You know what you have, and how to show it off. And I like that. There's something inherently erotic about a woman who embraces her beauty with grace but also pride."
Jaskier kisses her shoulders before falling to his knees - he's still bigger than her, so he doesn't disappear completely, but he thinks this is enough to get the desired effect: he wants Midge to be the thing in the mirror, for her to truly look at herself.
His hands continue to roam as he drops kisses on her back. His fingers sometimes sneak to the front to squeeze her tits again or caress her belly.
"Their ears hear your jokes, but their eyes devour you. They wish they could give you an orgasm worthy of the stage." Calloused fingers wrap around her thighs to keep her in place, and Jaskier lowers his body more to sit on his heels. Now he can kiss both her buttcheeks and even nibble on one to make a cute little hickey.
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“Jaskier…” His compliments are beautiful to hear, as is the sight of him dropping to his knees behind her. Midge’s eyes focus on her own form now, and she guesses that he’s right. She does put a lot of work into her appearance, and it seems to be paying off.
A soft moan escapes her when he starts to nibble on her ass. It’s hard to touch him when he’s behind her, but that doesn’t mean she won’t try. Reaching back, Midge digs her hands in his hair again, tugging on it this time.
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As his hands return to her thighs to hold her in place, he licks the fabric covering her entrance, just short little movements to start teasing her as foreplay.
"Tell me what you see, love."
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“I see… a dark-haired woman. Pretty. Full lips… Porcelain skin. Dressed in something she never thought she’d wear, but it looks good on her. The man she’s wearing it for loves how it looks. He makes her feel incredibly sexy and he’s able to turn her on with just a look. Her nipples are already hard and her cunt is already wet for him.”
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His teeth pull the panties to the side so his tongue can lap her folds, but it only lasts a second before he pulls away.
"Hard nipples, mmh? Would you play with them for me? I'm a little busy down here."
He then spreads her legs before lying down on the floor, crawling between her feet before resting on his back. Midge will see his head peeking out at the front with a huge grin.
"You've been standing for too long, dear." He taps his chin. "Take a seat."
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Doing as he asks, she caresses her hard nipples through the sheer fabric of the lingerie, rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers.
Midge huffs a laugh when Jaskier asks her to sit down on his face. She carefully gets down on her knees, straddling his head. “Let me know if I need to get up,” she tells him.
Gently, she lowers herself onto his mouth.
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He drops a few kisses on her inner thighs before his mouth finally dives in, eager to feast as usual. His arms wrap around her thighs to help her stay in place as he pleasures her, her fluids wetting half of his face. Jaskier drinks it all with gusto, humming in delight as he alternates between licking her folds and sucking on her clit. Blue eyes stay open to admire every reaction and make sure she's following the two little rules he's asked for.
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“Jaskier…” she murmurs as she gently rocks her hips against his face.
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"That's it, love." He takes a short break to talk, but he doesn't move his face away - he wants her to feel all the vibrations of his voice right on her sensitive parts. "Take your pleasure. Claim it. Look at the gorgeous woman in the mirror and let her conquer."
The sentence is punctuated by his tongue coming out again, licking her with more energy this time. It glides between her folds over and over as he opens his mouth, devouring her with ardor. Soon he stops at her clit, sucking it as if his life depended on it.
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“Yes… please… fuck, I want it, Jaskier…”
Her eyes meet his for a split second and the orgasm explodes inside of her. Her loud moans ring off the walls of his bedroom as he thighs stutter against his face. She rides it out for a long time, wave after wave, until they finally start to wane and she slumps back, sated for the moment.
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He didn't lie when he said he likes her on top of him, so when she slumps back, he doesn't move - he rubs her thighs and hums a little tune to gently guide her back to reality.
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“Not to further pump up your ego, but you are absolutely amazing.”
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As soon as she leans over, he wraps his arms around her and kisses her back, his body unconsciously grinding against her a little.
"You liked that, huh?" he asks with the biggest smile on his face and a spark in his eyes. His ego has indeed been stroked. "How did it feel? To see yourself like that?"
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She gazes back into those bright blue eyes, her own filled with a bit of mischief. “A little weird at first, but then really hot, especially when I could look down and see your head between my legs.” Midge kisses him again, nibbling on his lower lip. “Do Geralt and Yennefer not know how good you are at this? Is that why they tease you?”
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Oh, okay, more kisses, never gonna complain about those. He whimpers into Midge's mouth as his body desperately keeps trying to get a least a little bit of friction, to no avail. Her question takes him by surprise and he tilts his head, wondering what inspired it.
"Everyone on the Continent knew my reputation," he replies with a shrug. "They tease me for being a slut." He says it very factually; it's not like he denies it. "I guess there's the whole 'being around Ciri' aspect of it, too. And Geralt probably wants some revenge for years of trouble caused by cock."
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“You’re not just a slut though,” Midge continues. “You’re… an expert.” At least to her, he is. No one has ever pushed her as much sexually as he has.
“Has your cock caused trouble, Jaskier?” Midge raises an eyebrow, then reaches down to stroke her fingers over his erection through his pants.
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When she calls him an expert, he can only laugh. "And how does one become an expert in a craft? By practicing. A lot." So yeah, he's a slut.
As soon as her fingers touch his groin, Jaskier whimpers again and thrusts into them, clearly needy for more. His nails dig into her skin as he watches her closely, wondering how much he should say. She didn't seem angry when she found out about it, and she liked their roleplay, but people have limits. He guesses he must learn where those are.
"Cuckhold husbands get angry. And aggressive."
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“Cuckhold husbands whose wives turned to you because their husbands were incapable or unwilling to give them the pleasure that they deserved? I doubt that most of those women married for love anyway.” His world is very different compared to the modern one that they now live in.
Midge’s hand snakes into Jaskier’s pants, now cupping his cock over his underwear. “You naughty boy. I don’t think I’m done being on top of you.”
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The most pathetic whimper of the night leaves his lips, and his pupils dilate as his fingers dig into her back even harder. It's not only about his cock finally getting touched, even if it's through a barrier. The way she's called him naughty boy and taken control of the situation in just one fucking second is amazing, as if she's taking his suggestion to conquer seriously. Paired with her outfit? It's simply perfect. Jaskier is absolutely ready to be her plaything.
"I'm yours to do as you please, my goddess."
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“Good boy,” she purrs, kissing his nose. “Not on the floor though. Time to christen that bed of yours.”
Midge moves away from him so that she can stand up. As he gets up as well, Midge unsnaps the garters on her belt.
“Take my panties off,” she tells him. “Then get on the bed.”
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Hearing the request, Jaskier decides to stay on his knees to play a little longer. Without hesitation, he catches her panties with his teeth and pulls them down. It's a neat trick, but only lasts a few seconds; eventually, his hands have to help finish the job. Calloused fingers use the chance to caress her legs on their way down before he finally leaves for the bed.
After pulling back the sheets, Jaskier makes a nice pile with his pillows and slowly crawls to get himself comfortable, shaking his butt in the air a bit before settling down. His legs open in a silent invitation, the tent in his pants presented without shame.
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