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Midge takes off her coat and hat, watching as Jaskier loosens his tie and turns on the radio. She wills herself to be patient and allow him to seduce her. It’s clear that he wants to take his time with her tonight. They’ll have plenty of time to get through all of their plans, so why not follow his lead?

She allows herself to be pulled close, sighing when he kisses her. Her mouth open against his, the kisses grow a little sloppy, lipstick smearing over both of their mouths. There’s a soft moan when he grabs her ass and pulls her flush against him. She can feel his cock against her stomach. Midge’s hands go to his chest, caressing the muscles there through his shirt.

“Have you managed to go all evening without getting hard? Because I’m dripping wet for you.”

Her words are very erotic, but Jaskier can't help chuckling anyway.

"I was extremely close many a time, and if I had been younger, you would've easily gotten me. Alas, I've had many years to learn to avoid tents on the stage."

What he doesn't say it's that this was a technique he learnt by travelling with Geralt, constantly being exposed to his mighty tits and his third sword. Sharing beds, washing in the river, taking care of wounds... it was painful for his sexual drive.

But the past is in the past, and now he has a wonderful lady to take care of that lust. He buries his face on her neck and starts dropping open-mouthed kisses, being careful not to nip because he remembers the no marks rule. As they continue to sway, Jaskier lifts the dress from behind and lets his fingers tap her panties.

"Fuck," he mumbles against her neck. The erection is quite obviously forming a tent in his pants now. "You weren't kidding. Always so needy and eager for me. Part of me wants to just keep dancing with you, touch you just with my fingertips to see if I could make you come with the sound of my voice."

His finger lightly begins circling the wetness in her panties, just as a little tease. "Earlier, you asked me to corrupt you. Care to remind me of our plans? I seem to have gotten sudden amnesia." His tone is teasing as well, clearly asking her to talk dirty too and ask for what she wants.

She breathes softly when his hand travels under her dress. It seems that feeling how wet she is is all that it takes. Now she can feel his cock press more insistently against her.

Jaskier talks about her being needy and eager for him. To him, those clearly aren’t bad things. To her, she’s not so sure. Did she give in to him too easily? Will people think she’s a slut when — if they find out about what they’re doing? Midge might need some reassurance from him that being needy and eager for him isn’t a bad thing. She has no desire to ruin the moment though, so she tucks the feelings away for later, hoping that he will assuage her worries when the topic comes up.

There’s a breathless laugh and a little moan as strokes his finger over her wet panties. Her legs part slightly in order to give him better access. “You probably could,” she admits.

Midge kisses him and runs her fingers through his hair. She has a smile on her face when she pulls away. “Well, I think we were just supposed to have a nice night in, complete with handholding and chaste kisses.” She winks at him.

“I’m going to change into something that you will hopefully find incredibly sexy, and then I’m going to get down on my knees and take your cock in my mouth.” Reaching down, she cups him through his pants. “Starting to sound familiar?”

Jaskier loses himself in the kiss, letting those long nails of hers make his entire body shiver when they scrape his scalp. He licks his lips when she breaks the kiss, and it takes a second for his lust-filled mind to catch up on the joke. She gets him to laugh, of course.

Before he can reply, Midge is cupping his cock and Jaskier lets out a needy moan as he thrust into her lovely fingers.

"Rings a bell, yes. Mayhaps you should get changing now before an accident happens."

While Midge disappears into the bedroom, Jaskier takes out a few things from his satchel that he puts down on the coffee table: two mini champagne bottles, a box of chocolate-covered strawberries, and a box of condoms. He's got a jar of vaseline too, but he'll keep that in his bag for now.

Midge is a little bit nervous as she changes. Even though she’s pretty sure he’s going to like what she’s picked out, she wants to wow him. Plus, even though Jaskier seems to be very attracted to her body, she knows she has some imperfections. The days of her measuring every body part, of taking off her makeup after her husband goes to sleep are behind her, but echoes remain. It’s not easy to completely let go of habits like that.

After changing into the lingerie and making sure that it fits right, Midge takes a deep breath and steps back out into the living room.

She poses a little for him, trying to push down any anxiety that she might be feeling. “What do you think?”

She picked this lingerie set because it’s yellow and blue, his favorite colors. It’s feminine, but also sexy. It really doesn’t leave much to the imagination.

Her eyes rest on the items sitting on the coffee table and her eyebrows raise. “Someone came prepared.”

As soon as she returns to the living room, Jaskier gasps and his eyes widen. Her comment on his preparedness is completely missed, he's too distracted by the beauty in front of him. It has his favorite colors and has flowers, which he also loves. The best part? It's the transparency, which allows his beloved colors and beloved flowers to frame those perfect tits and that wet cunt. A combination of various beautiful things.

Gods, he can't wait to fuck her in it over and over.

Licking his lips, Jaskier rushes to fall on his knees in front of her and rub his nose against the yellow panties.

"Allure me to dive into your deep, refreshing sea," he recites before dropping a kiss on her panties and standing up. "Like a moth mesmerized, hypnotized by a flame." He drops a few kisses on her breasts, letting his tongue quickly tease a nipple through the fabric. "A breathtaking bonfire built upon the balance of romance and sexuality." His arms wrap around her as he catches her mouth in a devouring kiss.

She can’t help but grin at his reaction. It occurs to Midge that as needy and eager as she might be, he is too. Even if he has other lovers, when he’s with her, he’s with her. There’s no shame in the two of them wanting each other.

Midge caresses his head as he kisses her mons pubis, then wraps her arms around him when he stands up. She returns the kiss to his mouth, speaking again when they break for breath.

“So you like it, right?” she asks somewhat saucily as she starts to pull open the knot to his tie.

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"Absolutely stunning," he replies with no hesitation. He wants to keep touching her, so it's pretty damn hard to pull back his upper body enough for her to work on his clothes. "That's it, it's decided - I'm not undressing you tonight. I won't be done until every inch of fabric smells like both of us."

She tugs his tie off and tosses it to the ground before starting to unbutton his shirt. “I knew I had good taste,” Midge says. It probably helps that the bra is sheer and he can tease her nipples through the thin fabric. The panties are easily enough moved aside for his tongue or his cock. Midge will leave the lingerie on for as long as he wants. She feels pretty in it and loves his reaction.

Once his shirt is open, she takes a few moments to run her fingers through the hair on his chest and stomach, tracing the definition of the muscles there. God, she loves it. After another searing kiss to his mouth, Midge gently guides him backwards until he’s sitting on the sofa. She gets down on her knees in front of him, her eyes burning blue with desire.

“I’m not the only needy one, am I Jaskier?” Midge asks as she unbuckles his belt.

A happy little sigh leaves his lips when she starts touching his chest, once again enjoying the feeling of her nails scraping his skin. He hopes they'll leave marks on his back later. His eyes close as he hums in delight, a hum that gets swallowed by her kiss. Jaskier is about to wrap her in his arms again to bring her close, but then she starts pushing and he laughs, knowing where this is going.

There's no hesitation in the way he opens his legs for her, breath catching when she falls to her knees - what an erotic sight this is. At first, he only shakes his head at her question, biting his lip because her hands and wrists keep brushing his bulge, shamelessly teasing him.

When the belt is finally off, he reaches to cup her face with his hand, his thumb gently stroking her lips.

"Most definitely not. Seeing you like this is maddening itself. I'm rock-hard and aching for your lovely mouth."

Midge looks up at him and grins. She feels more confident knowing that he doesn’t view being needy as a bad thing, and surely doesn’t think less of her for it.

Her fingers tease the bulge through his pants for just a moment before she’s unbuttoning and unzipping them. “Oh, I’ve been told that I’m very good with my mouth,” she says, a playful look in her eye. “You know. Telling jokes.” What else would she be talking about?

With a wink, she urges Jaskier’s hips up so that she can pull down his pants and underwear. His cock springs free, fully erect. Midge’s fingers curl around it, stroking gently for now, feeling him throb in her hand.

The teasing continues and Jaskier whimpers, proving he's indeed desperate and needy for her touch. He can't help wondering if touching the fabric of the blue suit she likes so much does something for her as well.

"A very talented mouth indeed," he agrees with a chuckle. "A feisty mouth - one could even call it cocky."

He gets rid of his shirt while she takes care of his pants, raising his hips as soon as she requests it. The air feels a bit chill around his throbbing erection, but that soon stops being a problem when she wraps her fingers around it. Jaskier throws his head back and moans, his body decompressing on the couch as pleasure slowly melts him away.

The suit is definitely doing it for her, though now that it’s off, his body is doing it for her too. Still gently stroking his cock, Midge leans forward and presses kisses to his chest and stomach.

“Takes one to know one,” she replies saucily. Jaskier’s confidence borders on cocky, but Midge likes it anyway.

She kisses his tuning fork necklace, the metal warm from being against his skin all night.

There should be hundreds of comebacks for that comment, but right now he's letting his brain turn to mush for a change. While usually he's a very active lover, he loves attention and being pampered, so pillow-queening has its own merits. He doesn't get to do it often enough, especially with women, who are often holding onto what is taught to them and expect him to take control.

It's one of the many reasons he likes Midge - her independence makes her extremely attractive. Jaskier hums under every kiss, basking in the feeling of her sexy outfit rubbing against his skin. Calloused fingers land on Midge's shoulder, digging in as he indirectly begs for more.

Midge enjoys when a man takes control, but she also has no problem taking care of a man. In her (albeit limited) past experience, men enjoy it. It certainly seems like Jaskier is enjoying it.

Her kisses trail downward, over his right hip and down the inside of his thigh. She leans back again, this time bringing his cock close to her mouth.

“Do you wanna see what else my mouth can do?” Sassy. Midge is sure he loves it. She lays a kiss on the head of his penis.

The kisses to his thigh make him shiver, his nails digging a little deeper into her shoulders. He indeed loves her sassiness, which makes her ten times sexier than she already is.

Before he can reply, she kisses the head of his cock and he can only let out a heartfelt fuck. "Midge, please..." That's it, his begging is the answer.

The sting of his nails feels good. As much as Midge enjoys hearing him beg for her, she isn’t cruel. She opens her lips and takes his cock into her mouth.

She moves slowly, since it’s her first time doing this with him (and it’s been a while overall) and she needs to judge how far into her mouth she can comfortably take him. One of her hands grips his cock at the base while the other one rests on his inner thigh. The bobs of her head are shallow to start, though her lips are tight around him as she pulls his cock out.

After a brief pause, she takes him in again, deeper this time, working up to hopefully being able to take him to the hilt.

It seems Midge isn't having trouble with that foreskin, huh?

Of course, Jaskier isn't even thinking about that now. His back arches as he throws his head back, moaning out his pleasure. Her mouth is a talented as he expected it to be, and he has to make a great effort not to thrust into it.

"Yes... fuck yes..." he manages to mumble between pants. His hand leaves her shoulder to bury his fingers in her head instead. "You're so good to me, Midge..."

She’s never had a problem with his foreskin, and even though this is the first uncut dick she’s ever sucked, she’s quickly learned that the foreskin can retract and reveal the glans underneath. Midge doesn’t hear any complaints from him about what she’s doing, only moans of pleasure.

There’s something powerful and intimate about doing this. He’s at her mercy a little bit, and Midge likes that. She opens her mouth wider, pushing further until she’s able to get all of his cock in. She’s only able to hold it for a moment until she needs to breathe and she pulls him out. His cock is wet with her saliva.

“Do you wanna come in my mouth?”

They might as well establish that now, while her mouth is unoccupied. His hand feels good tangled in her hair. She gently strokes his inner thigh as her tongue moves over the head of his cock and down the underside.

They're even, then - he loves being at her mercy. He loves being someone's center of attention, doubly so when it's a beautiful, talented person who could have everyone - but chose him. Triple so when it's a woman breaking society's rules and embracing that power.

A very loud fuuuuuck echoes in the room when Midge takes him all in, his hand accidentally pulling her hair a little bit. Jaskier forces his eyes to open and admires the view - and what a view it is! Her mouth is warm, her tongue is talented, and there's lipstick on his skin. Absolutely perfect.

When she pulls him out, he whimpers, the night chill making his sweaty skin shiver. There's a trail of saliva from her mouth to his dick, so he brushes it off with his thumb and licks it.

Her question gets another fuck out of him. "Please? That would be divine."

A surge of pleasure goes through her when he tugs on her hair and she can feel herself throbbing for him. Doing this turns her on immensely.

“You may,” Midge replies, then goes back to work. The hand around his cock moves down to cup his balls as she sucks at his head, her tongue flicking over it teasingly. Jaskier’s moans and whimpers are beautiful music to her, but she has pity on him and doesn’t tease for long. Soon she’s bobbing her head up and down, taking more and more of him into her hot mouth each time.

The second she grabs his balls, he's completely gone. Jaskier is nothing but a moaning ball of wiggling muscles, letting pleasure fog his mind and happily drowning in it. His back arches multiple times, and even his feet do it too.

With every minute that passes, his moans get louder and the hand in her hair gets tighter. His hips move too, but thankfully, he's sitting and he doesn't thrust too hard. If he had been standing, he would outright be fucking her mouth. The sounds of her sucking are musically obscene and he wishes to pay attention to them, but his mouth is impossible to stop, constantly repeating yes, please, fuck, more, and of course, Midge.

Jaskier makes sure to enjoy every minute of it, telling his body not to hurry because her mouth is nothing but wondrous. Eventually, he can't take it anymore - his body bends forward and both hands land on the back of Midge's head as a warning. He tries to warn her verbally as well, but he barely manages to mumble something as he comes. His seed fills Midge's mouth as Jaskier groans, wave after wave of ecstasy shaking him to his core. Perfect orgasm.

He collapses back on the couch when he's done, panting while his mind slowly comes back from paradise.

[ OOC: sorry for my absence this evening, I saw Superman tonight! Rachel is a goddess, etc etc. ]

One of the things Midge likes the most about doing this is that it usually makes a man come incredibly hard. Jaskier is no exception. He’s like putty in her hands (and mouth). She wishes she could watch him, but it’s difficult to do while she’s trying to concentrate on his cock. Midge adjusts when Jaskier bucks his hips so that she doesn’t inadvertently choke.

She doesn’t stop until she feels his cum start to spill into her mouth, and even then she keeps going, working him through the orgasm until he falls back against the couch. Slowly, she slides his cock out of his mouth and lets go of his balls. With one hand to her lips, she puts up the index finger of her other hand. One minute.

Midge hurries to the kitchen and grabs a glass from the cupboard. She fills it with water from the sink and swallows Jaskier’s seed down. She’s learned that it goes down much easier with water.

Returning to the living room with her cup of water in hand, Midge smiles at him.

“Did you like that?”

He looks like she sucked the life out of him.

It takes a few seconds for Jaskier to notice she's gone, since he's still recovering. He frowns when he comes back to reality and finally notices the lack of warmth between his legs. He's about to call for her but then she comes back with-- a glass of water. Huh.

It's just a silly detail, though, it doesn't stop him from smiling back at her, feeling pretty damn content at the moment.

"Like? It was absolute heaven. Your mouth is everything you promised, my witty lady." He reaches for her hand and lightly pulls, asking her to sit on his lap while his body recovers. "I didn't thrust too hard, did I?" he asks while nodding at the glass.

She’s glad to sit on his lap and cuddle with him while he recovers. Sitting across his legs, she leans against his shoulder.

“No,” Midge says with a shake of her head. “I was able to adjust. Honestly, I’m not sure if you were even having rational thoughts at that point.”

She takes another sip of water and then offers him the glass. Midge isn’t the type of person who usually feels smug, but she’s feeling pretty damn smug right now.

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omg that's so pretty and perfect (poem by Justin Farley)

I know right!

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never apologize for having a life! glad to hear you had fun

<3