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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."

“No doubt,” she agrees, smiling at him as she eats another strawberry.

Sex with Jaskier is exactly like that, which is probably why Midge is having such a good time. She cuddles up next to him, her head on his chest.

“I loved that,” she tells him. “The way you spoke to me… pretending you were corrupting me… praising me… using my full name. And then you fucked me so well. And made me come twice. It was incredible.”

Jaskier could probably tell that she enjoyed herself, but Midge wants him to know what particularly she liked about it. It can help to inform their sex going further.

“Did you like it too?”

As soon as she moves closer to cuddle, he puts an arm around her and the strawberry box on his groin. He thinks he's funny.

"Pretending to corrupt you? Is that our cover story?" he teases before taking another bite from a strawberry. He only eats half and feeds the other half to Midge. "I'm truly glad you liked it. I want you to experience everything you've been missing. I want to feed the artist in you and watch her grow."

He chuckles at her question. "There's something you have to understand about me: I won't sit through something I don't like, unless it has to do with survival." There's another exception: enduring something to get what he wants. But he won't say it aloud, he doesn't want her to think he's using her - because he isn't. "Of course I liked it, it was wonderful. You're always so eager and enthusiastic - and you tell me what you want. On a beauty like you? That's a killing combination."

Midge looks at the box of strawberries next to his cock and rolls her eyes fondly.

“It was, in our role play that was not at all similar to real life.” She slowly eats the strawberry out of his fingers, licking her lips and his fingers in order to lap up the juice. “Is it okay? That I’m… eager?”

Even though she’s feeling better about how much she wants him, hearing validation from him that she’s not some kind of deviant would make her happy.

His eyes soften.

"Oh, darling." He kisses the top of her head, internally cursing society norms for putting stupid ideas in her mind. "Never be ashamed of wanting to enjoy yourself - no matter if it's alcohol, sweets, or sex. You aren't hurting anybody. Your kids are taken care of. You earned your coin. You're allowed to do anything you want now. I like you eager."

Remembering how she giggled earlier, he starts dropping light kisses all over her face, hoping to bring her smile back.

"There's only one slut in this room, and that's me." He winks. Is he serious or joking? Yes. "So unless you're going to start judging me, too, then you can't judge yourself."

It’s a relief to hear him say that. Society might feel differently, but society doesn’t need to know what the two of them do together.

Midge squinches her eyes closed when he starts to kiss all over her face, then indeed starts to giggle. She’s so fond of him that he’s able to make her laugh easily.

“You’re right. You are a slut,” Midge says, giving him a playful kiss. “But you’re so… confident. You don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks.”

Oh, she's going to use that a lot against him in the future, isn't she? He's given her just a little word, and she's already absorbed it. She's so smart and quick to think; he adores her for it. Banter will only get better the more they get to know each other.

He laughs at her comments and looks at her for a second, considering something.

"I'm going to tell you something," he says after a pause. "And if this doesn't show how much I like you, I don't know what will. But you must promise you won't tell my family that I admitted this, otherwise I'll have to send you a curse." He takes another sip of champagne to gather courage. "I'm actually very easy to rile up. Remember how we met?"

Told a guy off for his opinion on his music. Yeah, not the best with criticism.

“I promise,” she says. She had better promise a person who can have a real curse sent her way.

“Someone didn’t like your music.”

Midge can see him as being easily riled. He’s certainly very easy to rile in the bedroom.

"He was really loud about it," he clarifies. "It wouldn't have been so bad if he just had left." He looks at her with his head tilted while munching a strawberry. "That night in jail... you told me you've told people off, too. Any stories?"

Midge thought there was more to the story, not just that he didn’t like criticism. Granted, what he’s describing is extremely rude behavior. Midge would have been annoyed about that too.

“What about constructive criticism?” she asks.

She exhales, thinking about his question. “Comedians have to learn how to deal with hecklers, especially female comedians. A lot of men probably think I just need to go back to the kitchen, but most of them aren’t rude enough or drunk enough to say it.” She sighs. “Actually, the biggest thing that I run into is not being taken seriously. I get a lot of people thinking, here’s a pretty young woman come to tell us some jokes, isn’t she adorable? They think this is a lark for me.”

He wrinkles his nose. "...it depends, I suppose." Translation: not a big fan either, but he's had his exceptions. Thoughtful help is rare in his experience. He thinks about Essi and how he won't be able to visit her grave again if he stays here. Fuck, better kick those thoughts away.

Her story gets all his attention and Jaskier rubs her back to comfort her, mumbling hypocrite cowards under his breath. He shakes his head. "And even if it was a lark, why would that mean you don't deserve respect? Fuckers just want free entertainment without having to acknowledge anyone that will put their world views in danger."

Jaskier pauses, covering it with another strawberry. He doesn't want to make this a sadness competition - it isn't, and it never will. But at the same time, he wants to give her hope.

"Very early on, I believed they only hated my songs because they were about Geralt. The witcher's whore, they called me." The growl in his voice shows how much he hated that. Being called slutty is one thing; insulting a relationship is another. "But even when I sang about drinking or romance, the judgment never stopped. I was too colorful for taverns." 'Colorful' meaning 'queer'. "Of course, I ended up singing in royal courts and they never left their shitholes. But it took years, and I had a bodyguard. I won't tell you it gets easier, because it won't, not until you make it, at least. And I know you will make it. So don't let them put you down. You have a manager and a supportive family that will be there for you. They only have their own bitterness."

She raises an eyebrow. Constructive criticism can be helpful. Lord knows Susie is full of it. Even if it’s not always delivered by her in a constructive manner, she usually has a point. Being that she’s been in the business longer than Midge, she usually takes Susie’s advice.

This must be the uglier side of Jaskier’s ego. Midge supposes that one day, she and Jaskier will clash over it. Fortunately, today is not that day.

“Thank you.” Midge kisses his cheek. “I don’t expect this to be an easy ride, but that doesn’t make it any less frustrating to be underrated and overlooked. I can count on one hand the amount of people who really think I can make it in this business.”

"Oh, feeling frustrated is fine. Please do complain about them. I do it all the time! Shame them in public if you have the chance and no boss who may fire you is looking. That can be fun."

He wraps his arms around her and pulls to make her lie fully on top of him. The few remaining strawberries roll on the mattress, but he doesn't care. A kiss for her nose. "We'll have to make that number grow. You're coming to Rainbow Road tomorrow, right? I can introduce you to the owner."

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