"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.
I love it. Also ironic to get this tag while I'm watching her fail at the garbage man show
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."
“Oh,” she replies. She’d been hoping that it wasn’t because someone was rough with him. Midge kisses his temple.
“I nearly puked on Joel once, which is why I don’t drink tequila anymore,” Midge continues. “It’s funny imagining someone as good-looking as Geralt having to go to a brothel, but you said it was different where you come from.” He was considered to be a mutant freak.
He laughs at the mental image and doesn't say that he wishes she had puked on Joel. It would've been bad for her, too, not fair for poor Midge.
"I only tried tequila once, but it seems you aren't missing much." Jaskier's speedrun to get Mexico to hate him. He plays with her hair while he nods. "They considered him a monster, so most women wouldn't sleep with him. And whores charged him extra. Half of them smelled terrified, so it wasn't even that good for him in the end." He sighs. "I had to go to the brothel a couple of times, too. I prefer meeting people organically, but they considered me dirty by association. Witcher's whore and all the crap."
Never letting go of Midge's hand, he rests on his back and stares at the ceiling, thinking about the past few months and their lives in this world. "It's still hard to believe the way women start at him here. Not unearned, mind you, it's just... new. And frustrating, because of course this finally happens to him now that he can't take advantage of it." He shakes his head. "Destiny is a cruel mistress."
“He’s exotic-looking, for sure, and doesn’t look like most men here, but I’m sure that’s part of the appeal. That grumpy aloof thing does it for some women too.”
Midge meant what she said last night though. Jaskier is a much better match for her. They’re like butterflies drawn to each other’s flames.
She brushes her thumb over the back of Jaskier’s hand. “Geralt doesn’t strike me as the type of person to sleep with everything that moves, unlike some people I know.” Her tone of voice is fond.
since Geralt didn't peek during his bath with Yen, this is 100% canon :)
He brings her hand up to kiss it, but it's interrupted when he has to laugh pretty hard.
"He may not be as slutty as I am, but I assure you that he enjoys one-night stands as well. Well, he did, before going serious with Yennefer. And she's not shy about sex either." He chuckles when he remembers something. "If I'm not mistaken, I saw her tits before he did!"
He may be a slut, but he’s her slut now. Midge has become a bit of a slut for him too. No other relationship has made her want sex as often as she does with him. Maybe she’s just letting go of some inhibitions.
“This country is very puritanical about sex.” She pauses, realizing that he might not know what that word means. “Prude. Because it was founded by Puritans, who were exceptionally prude and closed-minded. You would have hated them.
Did you and Yennefer…?”
That’s not the vibe that Midge got between them, but he does fuck everything that moves.
"So have I noticed. Worry not, so was my home world. You just happened to meet the family of weirdos. Do not take us as models of what our society was like. Divorce and swimsuits already put this place ahead of us."
Not gonna bring up religion, but boy, does he want to put a lot of blame on it.
The question makes Jaskier laugh the loudest he's laughed since he met Midge. He even covers his eyes as he tries to catch his breath. It's not a typical amused laugh, although there definitely is a bit of amusement in there. It's also mixed with a mess of emotions caused bh years of the messy relationships among the three of them.
"Gods no! The mere idea..." He shakes his head. "We were never like that. She is a very beatiful woman, and I would've hit on her in another conext... but alas." He pokes Midge's ribs. "Don't tell her I said that."
Considering she’s not a Puritan and claims no Puritan ancestry, she doesn’t disagree, but she knows that Jaskier lumps Judaism in with Christianity, even if they’re not even remotely the same to Midge.
He’s never laughed like that at one of her jokes and she wonders if she ought to be offended. “Do I even want to know how you ended up seeing her tits then?”
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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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“I nearly puked on Joel once, which is why I don’t drink tequila anymore,” Midge continues. “It’s funny imagining someone as good-looking as Geralt having to go to a brothel, but you said it was different where you come from.” He was considered to be a mutant freak.
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"I only tried tequila once, but it seems you aren't missing much." Jaskier's speedrun to get Mexico to hate him. He plays with her hair while he nods. "They considered him a monster, so most women wouldn't sleep with him. And whores charged him extra. Half of them smelled terrified, so it wasn't even that good for him in the end." He sighs. "I had to go to the brothel a couple of times, too. I prefer meeting people organically, but they considered me dirty by association. Witcher's whore and all the crap."
Never letting go of Midge's hand, he rests on his back and stares at the ceiling, thinking about the past few months and their lives in this world. "It's still hard to believe the way women start at him here. Not unearned, mind you, it's just... new. And frustrating, because of course this finally happens to him now that he can't take advantage of it." He shakes his head. "Destiny is a cruel mistress."
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Midge meant what she said last night though. Jaskier is a much better match for her. They’re like butterflies drawn to each other’s flames.
She brushes her thumb over the back of Jaskier’s hand. “Geralt doesn’t strike me as the type of person to sleep with everything that moves, unlike some people I know.” Her tone of voice is fond.
since Geralt didn't peek during his bath with Yen, this is 100% canon :)
"He may not be as slutty as I am, but I assure you that he enjoys one-night stands as well. Well, he did, before going serious with Yennefer. And she's not shy about sex either." He chuckles when he remembers something. "If I'm not mistaken, I saw her tits before he did!"
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“This country is very puritanical about sex.” She pauses, realizing that he might not know what that word means. “Prude. Because it was founded by Puritans, who were exceptionally prude and closed-minded. You would have hated them.
Did you and Yennefer…?”
That’s not the vibe that Midge got between them, but he does fuck everything that moves.
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Not gonna bring up religion, but boy, does he want to put a lot of blame on it.
The question makes Jaskier laugh the loudest he's laughed since he met Midge. He even covers his eyes as he tries to catch his breath. It's not a typical amused laugh, although there definitely is a bit of amusement in there. It's also mixed with a mess of emotions caused bh years of the messy relationships among the three of them.
"Gods no! The mere idea..." He shakes his head. "We were never like that. She is a very beatiful woman, and I would've hit on her in another conext... but alas." He pokes Midge's ribs. "Don't tell her I said that."
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He’s never laughed like that at one of her jokes and she wonders if she ought to be offended. “Do I even want to know how you ended up seeing her tits then?”