"I won't protest? Oh, gee, I don't know what to do with all this enthusiasm!" he replies sarcastically, unsure of what to make of her answer. "Miriam. Do you want visible hickeys?"
It's not just her parents - people on the street will probably give her looks, too. She's probably brought makeup in her suitcase, but still.
Jaskier only grins as an answer before descending on her neck, sucking and nibbling with gusto. His hands continue to play with her breasts while he finishes the first hickey and adds another one on the other side.
When he's done, he raises his upper body to admire his work. "The perfect canvas."
He laughs. "You tease, yet that moan tells me how much you liked it."
Suddenly, Jaskier leaves the bed - if there's something that can get him moving in the morning is sex. Or anything related to it. He opens the curtains at his window to let in the sunlight, then he returns to the bed, sitting on the edge before pulling at Midge's hand so she can look at herself in the mirror. It's still in front of the bed from last night.
First he’s giving her hickeys and then he’s gone. Midge squints at the bright light entering the room. Then she’s being pulled into an upright position.
“Hmmmm,” she says, looking at the hickeys. “I guess the real question is if they’ll match my hat or not.”
Hey, she wanted spontaneity, right? Jaskier is full of that.
He laughs at the joke. "You do look nice in purple," he replies while letting his hand drop on her thigh, slowly making its way up. "I believed we were supposed to fuck in front of my mirror... are you still up for that, or is it too early for anything other than lazy groping?" His hand soon reaches her mound and starts caressing it slowly.
Midge feels a stirring in her body as she watches Jaskier’s hand creep up her leg and then caress her. She inhales deeply and stretches an arm up around his neck.
“I could get on all fours… maybe with my head down on the bed.”
Sort of a lazy version, but it also pushes her ass further into the air for him.
The mental image helps him go fully hard thanks to all the touching she did before. She really knows how to rile him up.
"As lovely as that sounds-" He shakes his head. "Your beautiful arse wouldn't let you see enough." He buries his mouth in her ear. "And I want you to see how your cunt opens up for me, so eagerly and so wet." A kiss for her temple before his hand cups her cheek. "Do you trust me with this?"
"I love you," he says with a soft smile, and he kisses her before moving away. Her trust means the world to him, and it's a bit scary how freely she puts herself in his hands.
Jaskier fixes the position of the mirror before guiding Midge to lie down across the bed, parallel to the edge and as close to it as possible without danger of falling. After kissing her again, he makes her put her body on her side just a bit. Then he raises one of her legs and kisses her calf while getting in position: he straddles the leg still on the bed and lowers the other over his thigh. He doesn't penetrate her yet.
"This is how it usually goes, but if we want a nice view..." He raises her top leg again and throws it over his shoulder. "Is this comfortable? What do you prefer?"
"Tsk, tsk, making me do all the work..." It's just teasing; he wants her to be comfortable. He leaves again to grab three pillows and drops them next to her so she can choose what fits her best.
He waits until she's done to straddle her lower leg again and throws the other one back on his shoulder, dropping butterfly kisses on the calf.
"Ready? Eyes on the mirror, darling." He pushes his throbbing cock into her, a hand holding on to her ankle as his body shivers in pleasure with a loud moan. Fuck, she always feels so fucking great. "So good for me..." He gives one quick thrust just to test the waters. "Still comfortable? Not pulling any muscles in your leg?"
Midge chooses a pillow and puts it under her head. She turns her head to watch them, as instructed, and gasps a little when she sees Jaskier’s hard cock penetrating her.
“I’m fine,” she responds, her voice a bit breathless. “Your cock stretches me open so perfectly.” She watches as his cock disappears between her folds.
"It does," he replies as he turns to look in the mirror too. Now that he knows she's fine, he can indulge and just have fun. "You always take me so well, dear... so open and wet for me..."
Jaskier starts moving then, sliding on her lower leg and clinging to the other as he thrusts into her, starting slowly for now. This position grants her a wonderful view of her, he realizes, so he keeps turning his head to look at both: down, to admire the way her breasts bounce and his dick disappearing into her cunt; and at the mirror to stare at the contrast of their skin against each other and how perfectly he fits between her legs.
“How could I not be when you make me feel so good?”
Midge’s hips rise up to meet his, but her eyes are on the mirror. If Jaskier pulls out far enough, she can watch him enter her, practically see her muscles stretching around his cock. It’s incredibly erotic.
Reaching down, she starts to circle her clit with her fingers. “Fuck,” she breathes as her pleasure starts to rise.
"Isn't the view amazing?" he asks between pants and moans. "Look at your beautiful figure. Look at the way your cunt takes me whole-" He gives her a particularly hard thrust then. "-with every thrust. Look at our bodies become one... the real piece of art."
When he sees her touch her clit, he starts moving faster, his nails leaving marks on her leg as he holds on to it tightly.
Midge gives a little yelp of pleasure when he thrusts hard. Her eyes are locked on the mirror. Hopefully Jaskier will forgive her for paying more attention their reflections than him this one time.
She’s working herself up nicely when she can feel a muscle start to seize in her leg. The gasp she gives now is one of pain.
A reflection of them, so that still counts as attention in his eyes.
As soon as he hears that gasp, Jaskier stops thrusting.
"Fuck," he curses as he pulls out. His cock is hard and wet, but he ignores it while he gently puts her leg down before massaging it. "Is this good? Should I get the oil?"
they have plenty of hot sex, so they can have some fail sex
She’s glad that he stops, although he isn’t the type of man who would keep plowing on if his partner was in pain. Midge hisses as she gently lowers the leg to the bed.
“Massage is fine… a little lower.”
The muscle locks up again and Midge lets out a long owwwwwww. Fucking hell of a time to get a cramp.
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Jaskier lowers his hands as soon as she requests it, but that long ow breaks his heart.
"Oh, darling..." So much for trusting him with this, huh?
He leaves her side but not the bed - he just needs to reach over the edge to grab his chamomile oil from his nightstand. Now he can properly sit next to her and gently put her legs on top of his. He pours some oil on his hands and rubs them to warm them up before going back to massaging her leg. He gives fucking good massages, he didn't lie about that.
"Stretching before sex?" He chuckles. "Please tell me we aren't that old."
When Midge relaxes, Jaskier lies on his side next to her and kisses her forehead. He can't help smiling, because she's being cute but also because the situation is amusing.
"Why are you apologizing? It's not like you did it on purpose. It happens! I've been there too. This isn't even close to the worst sex I've had." He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, a sweet gesture that doesn't match where his mouth goes next. "I puked on a bloke's cock once."
"Yes, but I'm preeeeetty sure he triggered it when he pushed his cock too far into my mouth," he explains with an annoyed face. He doesn't share that he had been drinking and chose a very thick cock because Yennefer had been around and he wanted to forget.
He squeezes her hand. "Geralt puked in a brothel once. We had to pay for the cleaning. And I never told you this."
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It's not just her parents - people on the street will probably give her looks, too. She's probably brought makeup in her suitcase, but still.
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“Yes.”
She’s ready for him to mark her in a visible place. Let the chips fall where they may.
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When he's done, he raises his upper body to admire his work. "The perfect canvas."
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“Am I? You can’t stop yourself now, can you?”
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Suddenly, Jaskier leaves the bed - if there's something that can get him moving in the morning is sex. Or anything related to it. He opens the curtains at his window to let in the sunlight, then he returns to the bed, sitting on the edge before pulling at Midge's hand so she can look at herself in the mirror. It's still in front of the bed from last night.
"Look. What do you think?"
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“Hmmmm,” she says, looking at the hickeys. “I guess the real question is if they’ll match my hat or not.”
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He laughs at the joke. "You do look nice in purple," he replies while letting his hand drop on her thigh, slowly making its way up. "I believed we were supposed to fuck in front of my mirror... are you still up for that, or is it too early for anything other than lazy groping?" His hand soon reaches her mound and starts caressing it slowly.
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Midge feels a stirring in her body as she watches Jaskier’s hand creep up her leg and then caress her. She inhales deeply and stretches an arm up around his neck.
“I could get on all fours… maybe with my head down on the bed.”
Sort of a lazy version, but it also pushes her ass further into the air for him.
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"As lovely as that sounds-" He shakes his head. "Your beautiful arse wouldn't let you see enough." He buries his mouth in her ear. "And I want you to see how your cunt opens up for me, so eagerly and so wet." A kiss for her temple before his hand cups her cheek. "Do you trust me with this?"
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“Of course I trust you,” Midge replies.
He wouldn’t hurt her, and he would stop doing something if she asked him to.
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Jaskier fixes the position of the mirror before guiding Midge to lie down across the bed, parallel to the edge and as close to it as possible without danger of falling. After kissing her again, he makes her put her body on her side just a bit. Then he raises one of her legs and kisses her calf while getting in position: he straddles the leg still on the bed and lowers the other over his thigh. He doesn't penetrate her yet.
"This is how it usually goes, but if we want a nice view..." He raises her top leg again and throws it over his shoulder. "Is this comfortable? What do you prefer?"
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“Oh!” She says when her leg moves over his shoulder. That’s even better. “Yes, I think that will work. May I have a pillow, please?”
Something soft to rest her head on.
if you ever want to interrupt this with a leg cramp, feel free lol
He waits until she's done to straddle her lower leg again and throws the other one back on his shoulder, dropping butterfly kisses on the calf.
"Ready? Eyes on the mirror, darling." He pushes his throbbing cock into her, a hand holding on to her ankle as his body shivers in pleasure with a loud moan. Fuck, she always feels so fucking great. "So good for me..." He gives one quick thrust just to test the waters. "Still comfortable? Not pulling any muscles in your leg?"
lol sex fails
“I’m fine,” she responds, her voice a bit breathless. “Your cock stretches me open so perfectly.” She watches as his cock disappears between her folds.
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Jaskier starts moving then, sliding on her lower leg and clinging to the other as he thrusts into her, starting slowly for now. This position grants her a wonderful view of her, he realizes, so he keeps turning his head to look at both: down, to admire the way her breasts bounce and his dick disappearing into her cunt; and at the mirror to stare at the contrast of their skin against each other and how perfectly he fits between her legs.
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Midge’s hips rise up to meet his, but her eyes are on the mirror. If Jaskier pulls out far enough, she can watch him enter her, practically see her muscles stretching around his cock. It’s incredibly erotic.
Reaching down, she starts to circle her clit with her fingers. “Fuck,” she breathes as her pleasure starts to rise.
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When he sees her touch her clit, he starts moving faster, his nails leaving marks on her leg as he holds on to it tightly.
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She’s working herself up nicely when she can feel a muscle start to seize in her leg. The gasp she gives now is one of pain.
“Ohhh leg cramp.”
lmao yesssssss ty
As soon as he hears that gasp, Jaskier stops thrusting.
"Fuck," he curses as he pulls out. His cock is hard and wet, but he ignores it while he gently puts her leg down before massaging it. "Is this good? Should I get the oil?"
they have plenty of hot sex, so they can have some fail sex
“Massage is fine… a little lower.”
The muscle locks up again and Midge lets out a long owwwwwww. Fucking hell of a time to get a cramp.
I love it. Also ironic to get this tag while I'm watching her fail at the garbage man show
"Oh, darling..." So much for trusting him with this, huh?
He leaves her side but not the bed - he just needs to reach over the edge to grab his chamomile oil from his nightstand. Now he can properly sit next to her and gently put her legs on top of his. He pours some oil on his hands and rubs them to warm them up before going back to massaging her leg. He gives fucking good massages, he didn't lie about that.
And of course, he hums while doing it.
omggg
The oil is actually nice, with a soothing scent. Her leg finally stops spasming and Midge relaxes on the bed as Jaskier keeps rubbing the pain away.
“Shit… I’m sorry.”
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When Midge relaxes, Jaskier lies on his side next to her and kisses her forehead. He can't help smiling, because she's being cute but also because the situation is amusing.
"Why are you apologizing? It's not like you did it on purpose. It happens! I've been there too. This isn't even close to the worst sex I've had." He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, a sweet gesture that doesn't match where his mouth goes next. "I puked on a bloke's cock once."
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She makes a grossed out face at his confession. “Were you drinking?” she asks.
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He squeezes her hand. "Geralt puked in a brothel once. We had to pay for the cleaning. And I never told you this."
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since Geralt didn't peek during his bath with Yen, this is 100% canon :)
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