doesntsing | open post

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.

As soon as she sits, he puts his arms around her and nuzzles her hair, humming in delight. That humming becomes laughter at her comment.

"I was definitely not," he replies before accepting the glass and taking a sip too. "You sucked my soul out right through my cock. Are you sure you aren't some kind of succubus killing men to look pretty on stage?"

She grins deviously at him. “If I were, would that mean that you and Geralt would have to come hunt me?”

Midge kisses his neck, her hand brushing over his chest and playing with the tuning fork on his necklace. Leaning up, she finds his lips with hers and kisses him sweetly.

“I’m glad you liked it,” she murmurs.

"Mmmh, I don't know." He pretends to think very hard about it. "If I keep you well-fed, there may be no need to hunt you." A pause. "Unless this is you indirectly asking for a threesome."

Which he wouldn't be opposed to, but with someone else. And not for reasons related to certain witch.

He's glad to kiss her back, of course, but he's a little disappointed that the water has washed off the taste of his seed. It's such a turn-on to taste yourself on a lover. "And I'm grateful for those wonderful lips of yours. You looked magnificiently lascivious with my cock in your mouth." He kisses her mouth again while his hand rubs her thigh. "Give me a minute and I'll be happy to return the favor."

That statement takes her aback a bit. And yet, is it really that surprising? Geralt is a giant slab of a man that Midge wanted a piece of at one point. She guesses it makes sense that Jaskier wants him too. Is he having sex with Geralt?

“Not sure how Yennefer would feel about that,” Midge says. That was the barrier that Jaskier threw up within 15 seconds of Midge meeting Geralt. Is she a barrier for Jaskier too?

“I’m sure that you and I can come to an arrangement, my sweet bard.” Midge kisses his neck, sucking gently at the skin. “One that is to our mutual pleasure.”

"She would kill us both," he replies with no hesitation. He's only half serious. "I only wanted to know if you wanted a threesome, I wasn't already planning one - not with Geralt, anyway. We can find a more suitable partner, if you're interested."

Thank goodness for those kisses to distract him, because this conversation is going down a dangerous path that he doesn't want to step on in the middle of sex and what is supposed to be a lovely night. Of course, he has nobody to blame but himself - as usual, his mouth opened without him thinking things through. Midge makes it so easy to banter with her, and he loves following every bit of teasing. Her hunting comment had been such a great innuendo, it was so hard not to fall for it. Hard for his stupid dirty brain, anyway.

He hums to show his appreciation for the sucking, throwing his head back a little to give her more skin to play with. (Can she see the very light stretch marks, he wonders.)

"Feasting on you is very pleasurable for me too, trust me. But if you have something else in mind, I'm all ears."

“I don’t want a threesome,” she answers rather quickly. Midge is able to stop herself before her next thought comes out. I only want to be with you. That’s not what he wants to hear. Even if this is casual, Midge has no plans of seeking out other partners. Why would she when he’s satisfying almost everything that she’s looking for?

“Oh, I meant that we could come up with an arrangement in lieu of you hunting me.” She kisses his neck again. “Basically, you’ll have to sacrifice yourself to my whims.”

Pulling back, Midge notices the pale lines on Jaskier’s neck for the first time. She traces a finger over one of them. “Are these scars?”

"Oh." Well, now he feels silly. "I wouldn't mind pleasing your whims." He chuckles. "Sorry, obviously I meant: to be a victim for my terrible sweet mistress."

Ah, there comes the question. He wondered how long it would take. His breath catches for a second when she traces one of the marks, unsure of what to expect. His hand tightens on her thigh.

"Kind of. They're more like stretch marks, but I'd say the context could make them scars. A djinn put a tumor on my throat. It swelled, to put it lightly, because the actual details are quite gruesome. Yennefer cured me."

She nods seriously. “Thank you for your sacrifice. I’m sure you won’t find it to be much of a hardship to have all of my attention.”

When his hand tightens on her thigh, Midge wonders if she hurt him. Maybe the marks are painful. What he tells her seems horrible and Midge sits up to look at him.

“Oh God!” She strokes his chest soothingly, concern in her eyes. “Did it affect your voice?”

It's a love song. He shouldn't. It's too much. Yet as soon as she says that word, he can't help to sing-- "♫ Ponder all your wants in life, and make a little sacrifice. ♫" At least he kept the heavy parts out, he thinks.

Her concern is touching, to say the least. It makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Jaskier gets attached to people quickly, so he's glad that they're caring friends in her eyes too and not just fuck buddies.

"I couldn't even speak while it was there. It was terrifying. After Yennefer cured me, it wasn't as bad as I feared - kind of like recovering from a terrible cold."

He's greatly simplifying the story - obviously because this isn't the moment for gory details, but also because that day had been emotionally draining for him. It feels good to be able to talk about it all, though; it used to be much harder, especially when he still hated Yennefer. And Midge isn't asking about the burnt marks on his fingers, which would be the real awkward moment.

Jaskier kisses the corner of Midge's mouth. "Your kisses are a very effective healing balm as well."

She doesn’t know the song, so she doesn’t know that it’s about love. Midge just likes to hear him sing to her. Hearing it makes her heart flutter and she sighs happily.

Even though it’s only been a few days, she can feel herself growing fond of him. Sexual intimacy has that tendency, to spark feelings beyond the physical. Midge can feel them budding inside of her and tries to convince herself that it’s just friendly companionship and not something more.

“I’m glad she could help you.” When Jaskier says that her kisses are helpful as well, she resumes laying light pecks over the stretch marks on his neck.

“I’m sure Geralt was thrilled that you couldn’t talk.”

She couldn’t help herself with that comment.

Since she's happy to go back to affection, so is he. He runs his hands up and down her body, even the parts covered by the lingerie. The fabric feels wonderful on his skin.

Her comment makes him snort. "Very funny," he replies rather sarcastically. "I shall not take any comments on silence from the woman who gets wet on my voice."

Suddenly, he brings Midge down on the couch, looking down at her with a big grin and a spark of mischief in his blue eyes. His hands are on either side of her shoulders and he makes sure he isn't touching, although obviously their bodies are brushing on various spots.

Jaskier puts his mouth against her ear, and sings. "♫ I can see it in your eyes / because they never tell me lies / I can feel that body shake / And the heat between your legs / You don't have to run, I know what you've been through / Just a simple touch and it could set you free ♫"

“That’s our little secret.”

Midge gives a surprised gasp and then grins when he lays her down on the couch. Her eyes flutter closed and she sighs happily as he croons so sweetly in her ear.

As much as she doesn’t want to admit it, his voice does turn her on.

“Well,” she replies, “please consider this your personal invitation to touch me however you please.”

Midge spreads her legs as much as the couch will allow, offering him a hint as to where he should start with the touching.

The hint is seen and understood, but he's being a tease now and he wants to have fun. He nibbles on her ear and makes his way down her neck with cute little kisses, but his hands never join. The kisses continue on her chest, and this time he can't stop himself: he does stop at her nipples to suck hard on both of them. The combination of the fabric and her flesh sends a shiver down his spine.

A few more kisses on her stomach, a lick of her belly-button... and then he's sitting back on his heels. With his best innocent face, he lets a calloused finger touch her panties, lazily going up and down her folds as if testing how wet she is. And gods, she's so wet already.

"Absolutely soaking," he purrs, looking happily pleased. Then he's moving back to lie down on the other end of the couch, his head resting on the cushions against the armrest. "Come," he asks as he taps his chin. "Sit."

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

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

<3

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

(stolen from The Weekend)

no subject

no subject