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There's no warning, no hesitation, nothing - as soon as she's done talking, Jaskier slides his entire cock into her in just one thrust, a long and loud groan leaving his lips as he feels her warmth surrounding him again. She's wet, tight, and so fucking needy - it's heaven.

His now free arm goes around her waist to hold her against him so he can start thrusting - once again, no warning, no word, no waiting. Taking somebody from behind doesn't always equate hard sex, it can just be a preference for position - but it seems she likes the angle Jaskier is going for. It fits the theme of their teasing: the repressed housewife, tired of the routine missionary, is finally letting go and presenting her cunt for a better man to show it the pleasure it deserves.

Jaskier starts thrusting fast and hard, panting in rhythm to the beautifully obscene sound of his balls hitting her rear every time. His other hand never leaves her chest, squeezing her tits and clumsily playing with her nipples. He can feel the fabric of the lingerie caught between them, adding delicious friction under their sweat.

“Fuck!” She calls out loudly when Jaskier suddenly pushes inside of her and starts pumping hard. Her knees dig into the bed, trying to gain purchase in order to push back against him. She grips the headboard tightly.

“Oh God, yes…” Midge tries to tighten her walls around his cock with each thrust out, though he’s moving quickly, making it harder to keep up with him. She’s happy to play the repressed housewife to his dashing rake, especially if it means she gets fucked like this. Honestly, the role play isn’t very far from reality.

“So big… you feel so big…” Her tits shake with each of his thrusts, even as he grips one and rolls the nipple between his fingers. One of her hands leaves the headboard so that she can reach down between her legs and play with her clit.

The arm around her waist moves as soon as she reaches down and he grabs her wrist, stopping her from touching herself further.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he grumbles into her ear, suddenly stopping his movements after one more thrust. "Naughty little lady, I meant what I said before. I'm going to fuck you until you're begging. I'm going to make this one last. I'm going to give you the mindblowing orgasm that such a stunning, witty, caring woman deserves." Since he's captured her hand, he uses the chance to guide it to her cunt so she can touch her own folds surrounding his throbbing erection. "Feel that? Open wide for me, taking me so perfectly. You're a marvel, Miriam."

Midge grunts in frustration when he grabs her hand. Those words whispered in her ear, so dirty and so complimentary at the same time, feel like they’re setting her body on fire. Midge trembles, her cunt positively dripping for him as she feels the way her walls stretch around his cock.

She arches her back, leaning her head on his shoulder so that she can look up at him with big blue eyes. “Please, Jaskier,” she begs. “Please fuck me. It’s been so long since I’ve had a good orgasm. I need it. I’ll be good and do whatever you ask…”

Edited 2025-07-12 20:46 (UTC)

"So long since you've had a good orgasm?" he asks in very fake offense, raising his eyebrows as he looks down at her. Jaskier knows what she really means, but it's the perfect opening for him to continue the teasing.

"Wasn't the orgasm from a few moments ago good?" He thrusts once, keeping her hand there so she can feel it. "Weren't those four orgasms the other day good?" Another thrust, this one a little harder. "And here I thought you liked my cock." Three thrusts in succession before taking her hand to his mouth to suck her fingers, thoroughly cleaning all her juices with his tongue. He then kisses her cheek. "You're always so good for me, Miriam. Always so wet and ready to play. Be a good girl a little longer--" He finally lets go of her hand. "--and touch me, or grab the headboard. But not touching yourself. That's my job."

“I meant— oh!” He’s thrusting hard again and Midge cries out with every pump of his hips. Perhaps he didn’t realize that she was trying to play the repressed housewife, but Midge thinks he’s just using it as an excuse to tease her. Being able to feel his thrusts through her fingers, the way she stretches and contracts around him, brings her to a whole other level of arousal.

“You… give me such… good orgasms,” she pants in between his thrusts. “I’ll let you make me come… I’ll be a good girl.” Midge reaches back with the hand that he cleaned off and tangles her fingers tightly in his hair.

Edited 2025-07-12 21:19 (UTC)

He hums in approval at the fingers in his hair, his skin tingling at how tightly they're pulling.

"Yes, good girl. Wonderful girl."

Jaskier's arm goes back to wrapping around her waist so he can start thrusting hard and fast again. His own moaning and panting make it hard to talk, but this is Jaskier, and he never stops trying to talk. Shutting him up is impossible. He can feel his own body on fire as he tells her how good, how tight, how wonderful, how precious, how sexy and dirty she is...

The obscene sound of his balls hitting her rear continues to act as an instrument for their groans, and he often looks down to admire the way her tits bounce. The only bad thing about this position is not being able to bury his face in them.

When he feels her walls tightening around him and her voice breaking, indicating she's close, he simply stops again. Her clit hasn't been touched yet. His cock stays buried inside her while he drops light kisses on her shoulder and neck.

"Condoms are such a wondrous invention," he says between pants and kisses. "Enable me to come inside, who would've thought? Do you know what that means, Miriam?" His mouth moves to her ear again. "I could pull out but leave the condom in, and watch my seed drip out of your lovely cunt. Would you like that?"

Midge basks in his praise, loving every second of it as he pounds her cunt. Jaskier brings her pleasure up, up, until her clit is throbbing. One stroke of his fingers and she’ll come for him. Midge whimpers and grips the headboard and his hair tightly, wanting it so badly. She grunts in frustration when he stops.

His idea is so dirty and so wonderful that she moans in spite of herself. “Yes,” she gasps. “Please, yes, but… may I come first?” Midge tries to sound sweet, irresistible, as she bats her eyelashes. “All for you, my handsome bard. I’ll come so hard for you. Only you can give me such perfect orgasms.”

That little grunt is adorable, and it makes him laugh.

"It's hard to say no to those pretty eyes and smart praise," he responds before kissing her, making sure to suck on her tongue before pulling away. "And yet... you said you'd do anything I want, did you not?"

He doesn't actually answer her question. Once again, with no warning, he starts pounding hard and fast. This time, however, his words fumble more because he's starting to lose it, too. Midge reaches her edge faster, and he knows he doesn't have much left.

But when her walls tighten, guess what? He stops. Again.

"You're right," he purrs in her ear. "You've been such a wonderful, dirty girl for me. You deserve to come."

As soon as the hard thrusts restart, his hand reaches her clit, rubbing it to match the rhythm of his hips. His moans are full of her name and his blood boils hotter with every pull of his hair.

She whimpers again, begging with her eyes for him to have some mercy on her. Then he’s fucking her again and she squeals, unembarrassed by the noises that she’s making. It feels way too good for her to care.

Jaskier edges her perfectly, making her feel practically feral to come. She moves against him when he stops, fucking herself on his cock and tossing her hair back over his shoulder with a growl.

When he finally strokes her clit, Midge can’t even get any words out. She explodes nearly on contact, her wild cries ringing off of the walls. Her body jerks against his, riding out the wave of that perfect release. Her orgasm is long and intense. Somehow, Jaskier keeps giving her better and better orgasms.

Her knees sag when she finishes and she’s glad for his arm around her waist holding her up. Midge feels dazed, almost numb from pleasure.

Oh, a growl. That's new. And incredibly sexy - it makes his whole body shiver. He would be grinning smugly at this achievement if he weren't so lost in his thrusting. The chase for an orgasm is on, yes, but he has to be careful, because he still has a surprise left.

Her cries are the rawest, most beautiful music. Jaskier's arms tighten around her, basking in every jerk of her wonderful body, his finger rubbing her clit through every second of her climax, his hips doing shorter but still hard thrusts.

He's happy to hold her when she sags... yet he doesn't stop. Ah, irony. It's not just the thrusting, since obviously he hasn't come - his hand doesn't leave her clit either. It's hard to breathe, but he still forces his body to take a few deep breaths, silently begging his cock to wait just a little longer.

"Do you-- ah, fuck. Do you know what I envy the most about women, Miriam? They can have multiple orgasms."

His speed picks up. There's only so much self-control he can achieve. It's not something he could've done when he was an 18-year-old desperate to get his rocks off. Years of experience and the earlier orgasm today have helped him reach this point. Hopefully, he doesn't fuck up now.

"Have you ever tried?"

It takes Midge a moment to realize what Jaskier is doing. She squirms, sensitive, but beneath that sensitivity is growing pleasure. If he keeps going, he can bring her up over the hill again.

No, she’s never done this before, but she doesn’t want to verbalize that, in case he misinterprets it and stops. Midge shakes her head.

“Oh my God…”

Midge rises back up on her knees, her head back on Jaskier’s shoulder as she wills her body to feel that ecstasy again.

Another first for her, then, and Jaskier is pleased by the answer. He's also unsure of how long he'll last, so he decides to drop the praising for now and go all out with the affection. A hand stays on her clit, rubbing as desperately as he thrusts to make her squirm even more (she's so cute when she squirms). His other hand grasps at her breasts, squeezing and pinching any spot he can reach. Finally, his mouth reaches for hers, kissing her clumsily yet thoroughly, causing drool to drip from the corners of their mouths.

His whole body is starting to shake now, his mind going numb with the delicious mix of exasperating waiting and endless pleasure.

She returns the kiss, whimpering into his mouth. Her eyes close, concentrating on just the pleasure and nothing else. Steadily, she climbs and climbs until…

Midge’s body stiffens again and she calls out his name. It’s not as intense as the first orgasm, but it’s still wonderful. She shakes with pleasure, the walls of her cunt squeezing his cock again.

When the waves subside, Midge falls forward this time, resting her head against the headboard.

As soon as Midge's body stiffens, Jaskier knows it's time at last. He gives one final hard thrust and his arms tighten around her as he comes too. His moan is long and loud, proving it's as intense for him as it was for her.

Absolute ecstasy spreads through Jaskier's body, from every strand of his hair to every tip of his toes. For a few seconds, his mind is nothing but fireworks and the music of Midge's voice. Heavenly. Sublime. Perfect.

When he returns to reality, he notices he's putting his weight on Midge, who is barely holding on to the headboard. Jaskier kisses her shoulder and whispers a sorry before falling on the bed, bringing her down with him. This time, he isn't as gentle as usual, but he's truly exhausted and his body is currently made of jelly. They land on their sides, and Jaskier spoons her while burying his face in her neck, absorbing the scent of their shared pleasure. He'll pull out in a moment or two when they're both feeling less sensitive.

Midge barely notices his weight on her, so lightheaded is she from two orgasms in quick succession. She turns her head slightly so that she can watch him orgasm, his face contorted in ecstasy. He looks beautiful.

They fall to the bed in a tangle of limbs, his cock still snug inside of her. Midge lays back against his warm chest as she catches her breath. Then, she moves her shoulders and head enough that she can look into Jaskier’s eyes. Her own are burning bright blue.

“Call me Miriam again,” she murmurs.

It takes him a moment to react, since he's still floating in a cloud of bliss, and her request takes him by surprise. He remembers she chose 'Midge' for herself, and he used 'Miriam' as part of the teasing, so this is an interesting turn of events.

"Miriam," he murmurs back with a little smile. "Enjoyed yourself?"

She doesn’t answer. She just presses her mouth to his, her tongue hungrily seeking his. One hand goes to his cheek as Midge kisses him sloppily, needily.

Her birth name is something intimate, something only the people closest to her call her. Yes, she didn’t like it when she was younger, and she still prefers Midge, but hearing Jaskier say it unlocks a desire for intimacy with him that she didn’t know she had.

She only pulls back when she needs to breathe, and she doesn’t go far, rubbing her nose against his.

This takes him even more by surprise - he would've thought they were going to need a moment to recover, to just cuddle and at most share some pecks. He isn't complaining, of course, and after the initial shock, he's happy to kiss back. His body is still sensitive, so his skin tingles when their tongues touch.

"I'll take that as a yes," he replies with giddy laughter while she rubs their noses together. So cute. "May I?"

He reaches down to finally pull out, but just as he promised, his fingers hold the condom to keep it in. This is something that has been in his mind since he learned about condoms and didn't get to try before, so he hopes it goes well. And it does! His dick comes out alone and his seed drips out of her cunt - it's obscene and incredibly erotic. Jaskier loves it.

"I hope it feels as good as it looks." He kisses her shoulder while pulling out the condom as well.

Midge watches with fascination as Jaskier slowly pulls his cock out of her, leaving the condom behind. She makes a soft noise in her throat when she feels his warm cum travel down out of her vagina and spill over her labia onto her inner thigh. It’s erotic and intimate, and the only thing keeping her from wanting him again is the fact that he just made her come twice.

“You made a mess of me,” she says. She’s not only talking about the cum on her leg. Midge is covered in sweat, her makeup is smeared and her hair is in disarray. In other words, she’s been thoroughly fucked, and she could not be more pleased with that.

Midge scoops up a little bit of the cum on her thigh and rubs it on her lips. She licks a little bit of it off, but knows that Jaskier wants what she had washed down earlier.

"And you like it," he quickly replies. Jaskier likes fashion and style, but there's no denying there's something raw and beautiful about the thoroughly fucked look. He bets some of the people in her life would be scandalized by this look, and that makes it even sexier.

"Oh, you dirty little thing," he says between chuckles as he sees her 'paint' her lips with his cum. If he hadn't just come, this would be driving him crazy. Jaskier grabs the back of her neck and brings her head closer to lick her lips before capturing them in a short but deep kiss.

When he pulls back, he keeps looking into her eyes while rubbing her cheek with his thumb. "Tell me, my proper lady - how does messy feel now? Because messy was good during your first stage experience, was it not?"

“I love it,” she confirms. Midge feels a bit bad for any woman who has never experienced this feeling. They have no idea what they’re missing out on.

She grins at Jaskier when he leans in to lick the cum off of her lips. As for the rest of it, it can stay right where it is.

“Messy was… messy during my first performance, if you could call it that.” she says. “It was basically ‘drunk woman in nightgown rants about husband’.”

Edited (Didn’t see he already pulled the condom out lol) 2025-07-13 19:37 (UTC)

"We're artists. We do more than 'basically'." He pokes her nose. "Did you not feel free? Floating?" Sitting up now. "I want you to think of a better answer, missy, while I get refreshments."

That was one hard fuck, after all, they need to recharge. Jaskier's legs still feel wobbly, and he walks slowly, but he loves it - it's a reminder of what they just did. He feels light and floaty, simply content.

Of course, the word refreshment was used very loosely here, because he comes back with the two mini champagne bottles (now open) and the box of chocolate-covered strawberries. All piled up on some cushions that he's stolen from the couch.

"Sooo~?" he asks after handing her one of the bottles. The box is dropped on the mattress and the cushions piled against the headboard so they can sit back and relax.

Midge thanks Jaskier for the champagne and rearranges herself on the bed once he puts the cushions down. His cum is still sticky between her legs and on her thighs, but she likes it there. It feels like Jaskier has marked her as his, something that she finds incredibly sexy.

After helping herself to one of the chocolate-covered strawberries, she speaks again. “You want to know how it feels to be messy like this?” Midge takes a deep breath. “Indulgent. Freeing. Satisfying.”

"Smart lady." Jaskier's grinning from ear to ear as he leans in to kiss her cheek as a 'reward'. "That's what sex should always be like - not just an obligation to your partner or to procreate. It's what sex and art have in common - some would even say that fucking is an art, too."

'Some' meaning 'he'. He says it.

After clinking their bottles, Jaskier takes a sip and has a strawberry too. The satisfied noises he makes are almost naughty. "I take it back, condoms aren't the best invention this world has. Chocolate is."

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if he ever crosses a line please let me know, he just likes playing with her expectacions so much

no this is perfect

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