doesntsing | open post

"I think I can do that."

Jaskier lies on his side and puts an arm around her to pull her close, returning the kiss. It's a slow one, taking his sweet time to kiss her thoroughly, nipping on her lower lip and teasing her tongue with his.

His voice is kept in a sensual purr when he reaches her ear. "Close your eyes and touch my skin. Can you find my scars in the darkness?" His own hands slowly explore her body, too, going up her thighs and her back one inch at a time. "Can you hear our heartbeats echoing in the night?"

Midge is happy to cuddle with him. She wraps one arm around his back when he pulls her close and returns his kiss with equal passion.

Following his request, Midge closes her eyes and lets her fingers explore his skin. There are a few patches on his side that feel different. “Here?” she asks. Midge shivers when she feels his hands on her thighs and back.

His breath catches for a second when she finds the scar.

"Yes. Nails of a vampiress. Yours feel much nicer. I love the way they scrape my skin, making it tingle. Especially on my head." He kisses her neck while taking a moment to gather some courage. There's something he's been dealing with and he knows he must push himself through it to work it out. His left hand traces her spine, then the two scarred fingers from his right hand repeat the process. "Feel the difference?"

“Ooh a vampiress,” she says. “I did suck your soul out of you earlier.” Midge might be just a little bit proud of that.

At his request, Midge moves her hand up to his head, massaging his scalp gently with her nails.

Her brow furrows as she concentrates on the touch of his fingers. The difference is subtle, but it’s there.

“Yes. Are your fingers scarred?”

Laughing. "Oh yes, you absolutely did. A talented mouth indeed."

And to show his appreciation for that mouth, he captures it in another kiss as he hums in delight at the nails on his head. His whole body shivers and tingles, and his blood is slowly starting to travel south.

"Yeah. This one is-- a sadder story, for another day. Unlike my other scars, they do bother me a little bit. So I've been trying positive reinforcement. I like playing with sensations."

His hands fall on her thighs and caress them as they go up to cup her arse. The more they massage, the more the tips of his fingers slip in, teasing her inner thighs and her lips.

Midge opens her eyes.

“You don’t want to tell me now?”

Then Jaskier’s hands travel into more intimate territory on her body and she inhales deeply, exhaling a light moan. Her legs part for his wandering fingers, eager for his touch as always.

“Do you like what you feel?”

"It would kill the mood. It's not a funny monster story." As always, the real monsters are humans. "I just like the reminder that they don't feel--" An awkward pause. "--wrong, I suppose."

Her legs immediately part and it's Jaskier's turn to inhale - she's always so ready for him, it drives him crazy. Being this needed and wanted is intoxicating. He still keeps his touch light, though, wanting to play with the whole slow and sensual idea. His fingertips brush her outer labia, not going far yet.

"I do. You're a piece of art." His hips move forward, his slowly awakening cock pushing against her thigh. "Do you like what you feel?"

“They don’t,” she confirms. “I can feel the difference, but only when I’m looking for it. Your touch always feels wonderful.”

His fingers, as always, are teasingly perfect. Midge shivers, but as much as she wants more, she can appreciate this slow seduction.

“Jaskier…” she whispers. Nobody has ever referred to her as art before. She can feel him stirring against her thigh and reaches down to trace her fingers over his erection. “Of course I do.”

"Thank you." It's a very heartfelt whisper.

A happy little sigh escapes his lips when she touches his cock, and he's delighted to notice she's playing along with the small touches. It makes for a wonderful build-up, in his opinion.

"Miriam," he calls back, remembering how much she liked it. "Please don't stop."

As his cock hardens in her hand, Jaskier buries his face in her breasts, dropping light open-mouthed kisses on both of them. His hands never stop teasing, finally letting a finger slip between her folds to rub lazily.

[ OOC; the plane has mechanical problems and we’ve been on here for 2 hours but have gone nowhere. Still haven’t eaten dinner. 🔪🔪🔪 ]

With a soft moan, Midge tilts her head back so that Jaskier can have full access to her neck and chest. Her hips move forward when she feels his fingers move between her folds. Midge strokes her fingers down his shaft, then moves them underneath his cock, still keeping her touch teasing with her fingertips.

“I love when you say my name like that,” she breathes. “You make me so happy.”

Jaskier moans against her breasts as her hand continues to touch him, getting his dick fully hard now. He tries to make their bodies touch as much as possible so they can slide against each other, letting their skin communicate in pleasure.

"Miriam," he repeats as more fingers join the first, teasing her clit too now. "Miriam," he says again when his hips thrust into her hand. "Miriam," he whispers one last time before he starts sucking on her nipple.

Her moans grow louder as Jaskier says her name over and over again. She hated it in high school, thought it sounded ugly and old. When he says it, it sounds like the most beautiful name in the world.

“Jaskier…” Midge rocks her body gently against him. Even though they’re teasing each other and riling each other up, she wants more. She wraps her fingers around his cock more firmly, stroking him up and down. As always, he’s playing her like a fine-tuned instrument with his fingers and his mouth.

He gasps against her breasts when her hand wraps firmly around his cock, his hips thrusting into it a little harder now. This was supposed to be slow and sensual, yet now it seems it's becoming a competition. Not complaining, of course.

As their moans echo in the room, creating wonderful music in the darkness, Jaskier gets three fingers inside her and begins thrusting at a fair rhythm - not too hard or fast, but definitely not slow either. His mouth never leaves his breasts while he tries his best for both his sucking and his fingering to match her strokes, hoping for perfect harmony.

“Oh!”

Three fingers inside her feels like an indulgence. He did that to her before and she absolutely loved it, though it’s clear she’s not used to it yet.

“I feel so full,” Midge gasps, her hand stilling on his cock for a moment as she gets used to his thrusts. Jaskier should have realized that they wouldn’t be able to keep it slow and sensual for long.

With her free hand, she digs her fingers into his hair as he sucks at her hardened nipples. He’s building her up slowly, and she’s fine with letting him do so. It will hopefully lead to another incredible orgasm.

"It truly is a fantastic feeling, isn't it?" he responds as his fingers stop and his hips make a single thrust, silently asking her to keep up with him. He understands how she feels, he loves being full as well. Jaskier would love to take two dicks like women do, he's a little envious.

His mouth goes to her ear and nibbles on it before speaking. "Have you ever gone to sleep with a cock still deep in you? Imagine waking up still feeling full." His tone says he's done it - both as a receiver and the giver. "Now that we have this place, it may be an idea for another night."

“You always make me feel fantastic…”

The little thrust wakes her up and she wraps her fingers more tightly around his cock before continuing to stroke him. Midge concentrates on stimulating his whole length, from tip to base, squeezing gently.

She moans approvingly at his suggestion. “Or I could wake up and roll on top of you, start to ride you in the middle of the night.”

A long, needy moan leaves his lips when she starts stroking him again. He pants against her ear as his fingers get back to moving too, thrusting to match her rhythm. His thumb searches for her clit to rub it along.

"Fuck," he curses when he hears her suggestion, the mental image making his cock throb. "That would be the most amazing morning call... start the day with an orgasm and a beautiful woman aching for me."

“I’m always aching for you, Jaskier,” Midge says. One of her legs slides up over his hip, opening herself further for him. His fingers find that sensitive place deep inside of her and she gives a little yelp. “There!” He won’t need to touch her there long to make her come.

Meanwhile, her strokes to his cock get faster, tugging at him in desperation. After her orgasm, she’ll be able to concentrate better on him.

"Oh, yes, you are," he replies as his free hand grabs her raised leg to pull her as close as possible, nails digging into her skin.

His fingers speed up as well, still determined to match her rhythm and create music out of it. They stay inside a little longer, though, to rub that wonderful spot inside her.

"How am I supposed to leave the bed when you're always so wet and ready for me? It's intoxicating. It makes me want to take a potion that keeps my cock hard and throbbing for hours so I can fuck you over and over again."

“Jaskier!”

God, he always seems to know exactly what to say and do in order to get her off. She was going to say more, but now she’s too distracted by her impending orgasm. The idea of him fucking her until she’s completely exhausted makes her leg start to tremble. She heaves a deep breath as she stands on the precipice and then dives over.

Her moan is long and loud as he makes her come again. Is it her fourth? She’s lost count. All she knows is that he has the ability to make her feel complete and utter bliss.

His fingers never stop moving, riding her through her orgasm and rubbing both her special spots until the very end. Jaskier catches her mouth in a kiss, looking for a messy, desperate touch of tongues as he lays her down on the mattress. He raises his hips and inserts his cock between her thighs, gathering the slick that is dripping out of her to make his thrusts easier.

"Miriam..." he whispers as he also searches for bliss.

The way he’s able to set her body on fire is electric. The sensation of Jaskier rubbing her clit and g-spot at the same time just highlights how good he is at this. Midge feels tingly all over as she comes down, then feels him slide his cock between her thighs. She instantly squeezes them together.

“Feel that? How wet you make me? Your witty lady is always so eager and ready for you, Jaskier.” She bushes his hair off of his face so that she can watch his expression as he chases his orgasm. “I want you to come all over my thighs again. Three times in one night is impressive, my sweet bard. Surely I’ll completely drain your balls this time.”

Taking the hand that was inside of her, Midge sucks her juices off of one of his fingers.

"Fuck." Her squeezing thighs feel amazing, and Jaskier knows he doesn't have much left. Every word in her lovely voice makes his blood hotter, and the second she sucks her finger, he's finally pushed over the edge.

Jaskier moans loudly as he comes all over the mattress and her thighs, pure euphoria smashing every nerve in his body. This is what they mean when they see seeing sounds, because Midge's voice becomes explosive colors that blow up his mind. Even his vast vocabulary feels small to describe it.

As he slowly comes down from this amazing high, he collapses on top of Midge and nuzzles the nearest patch of skin he can find.

Even though the room is dark, Midge can still see his face and body when he comes. It’s a beautiful thing to behold. It occurs to her that she hasn’t felt like this about a man since Joel. Not even Benjamin was afforded this level of affection.

As he pants against her skin, Midge gently strokes his hair and places a soft kiss on the top of his head. As affectionate as she feels towards him, Midge knows that it can’t turn into romantic feelings. Jaskier’s made it clear that he’s not interested in monogamy. Still, she can’t help but cherish the time she has with him.

Midge tilts his chin up and places her lips on his. “Satisfied, my darling?”

Her gentle touches help him return to reality, and he hums in delight at the affection. He's a very touchy, affectionate man, and it pleases him to find someone who will be happy to share those sweet touches.

"Plenty," he replies with a nod and a big smile. "I long to have you lead me to that place. That ends with you lying on top of me. Satisfied. Happy. And replete." He then kisses her back, lazily and content.

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Guess who has (shitty) internet on the flight eyyy

niiiiice

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oh no :( sorry to hear that, hope it gets solved soon!

Here now, just generally busy and tired!

then i got busy too lol please rest!!!

doing better tonight, thank you!

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(poem by Angel M)