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"It sounds like you'll have to get Ethan a sword for his birthday." Just kidding.

Jaskier laughs at her question. "Can you blame me? You're so-" Every word that follows is punctuated by a kiss to a different spot on her face. "Addictive. Gorgeous. Witty. Alluring. Affectionate. Charismatic. Eager. Charming. Seductive."

“A lute,” Midge says. “Remember, bard stuff is very in fashion right now.”

She closes her eyes and scrunches her nose when he kisses her and tries not to giggle, but he only gets to the third word and kiss before she’s giggling like a girl.

“Thank you. Do you really think I’m all of those things?”

Laughing. "Now I'm afraid he may break the lute on someone's head."

Jaskier loves listening to her giggles - they're cute, and a pure expression of joy. Music from the heart, so to speak. Her question, however, takes him by surprise. He tilts his head.

"Of course. Do you think I'd lie about something like that? Or do you not believe it yourself?" She's always seemed so confident in his eyes, but minds are complicated things.

“I’m not accusing you of lying. Maybe exaggerating.” Midge shrugs. “That’s a lot of things to be. I didn’t feel like much of any of those things after I found out Joel was cheating on me.”

It was a big blow to her self-esteem, and she’s not sure if she’s recovered entirely. She can act that way on stage, but real life isn’t always the same.

Jaskier really wants to find Joel right now and punch him in the face. Or rather, make Geralt punch him in the face.

"Oh, darling..." He hugs her tightly and kisses the top of her head. "Your husband is an arse, so you shouldn't take his opinion seriously. Who do you trust more? The fucking bloke that cheated on you? Or your manager, who only needed to hear you once to know she found someone special? As for me..."

He kisses her head again, as if asking her to be patient while he explains. "I believe I told you I don't keep things or people I like around, unless it's for survival. I may use my silver tongue in court, or with a client, to write songs that make people Geralt. But in my personal time?" He shakes his head. "I won't deny that when I meet someone, I may exaggerate a bit as a seduction technique. Those are one-night stands, however. But you? I'm keeping you. Because indeed, you are all those things. What Susie sees, I see it too."

“I never thought about it like that,” she muses.

His words are surprisingly touching, even if they aren’t quite words of love. He’s keeping her. He wants her for more than just one night, which is apparent since they’ve had sex multiple times. He likes her and wants her around. For him, that means a lot. The smile returns to her face.

“Oh you’re keeping me, are you?” she asks teasingly. “Where are you keeping me? In your bed?”

Jaskier's so relieved to see her smile again - he hates to think what that bastard of an ex must've done to her soul. At least, she isn't one of those cases where the art suffers because the artists took a hit. The exact opposite, in fact, her suffering creates her art. And that's a story as old as time.

"I'm so glad to see your pretty smile again," he says before kissing the corner of her mouth. Her questions make him laugh. "I wish. In your bed, maybe. And this bed. And the couch, and the piano... We said something about your dressing room, didn't we?"

He’s right. Comedy is how she’s dealing with everything. It’s better than therapy, in her opinion.

“We did.” She grins. “Next time I have a place with a private dressing room. You said previously that you want to keep me in your lap all day. What would you to do me if you kept me like that?” Her fingers stroke slowly over his chest.

"Mmmh..." He thinks of an answer while his fingers draw random shapes on her back.

"I could keep my cock inside you all day. Compose dirty lyrics right by your ear. Fill you up with my seed over and over, to the point you're leaking on my thighs."

“Fuck,” she whispers, her eyes closing for a moment so that she can better picture what he’s describing. “I’d ride your cock as many times as you wanted me to, your eager princess. You’d feel the walls of my cunt get tight around you and you’d know I was ready to go again. Do you think you’d really get much writing done like that?”

His fingers dig into her skin when she describes her cunt tightening around his cock, and Jaskier curses as well.

"I don't know about the writing part per se - but you are great inspiration. I would struggle to put rhymes together while you ride me to whisper them in your ear". His hands fall on her arse to squeeze it as he buries his nose in her ear. "She felt his hands move like they’d just been gifted a map — not to conquer, but to understand."

Midge lets out a small sigh of want. “I’m very glad to inspire you. We inspire each other.”

She presses a kiss to his jaw. “Maybe one day I’ll get up on stage and tell the audience how incredible your cock is, how you can make me come so many times.”

She’s kidding. Probably.

"That's true," he responds with a big smile. He loves the idea. "It's the spark."

Jaskier isn't sure if she's kidding or not, but he groans anyway because he absolutely loves the idea. "What else?" he asks as his hands start to roam around her body. "What else would you tell your crowd about me? Do you think they'd picture you taking my cock so enthusiastically?"

Midge furrows her brow. “Not sure if I’d want them to picture it. I’d like them to be jealous of the fantastic sex that I’m having though.”

Her arousal starts to increase as Jaskier’s hands start to move over her body. “Probably how well you eat my cunt,” she says. “Another thing for them to be jealous of.”

"Ah, of course, you want to show off," he teases before his mouth lands on his neck, dropping slow and sweet open-mouthed kisses to punctuate every word of hers. His hands soon land on her breasts to play with her nipples.

"Would you tell the women in your audience not to get married?" he asks between kisses. "To just get themselves a boytoy with a skilled mouth?"

Her breathless laugh turns into a moan when Jaskier’s fingers start to rub at her nipples.

“A husband can have a skilled mouth too,” she breathes. “They just need to care enough to learn.”

Jaskier can't help but snort at her comment, but he doesn't reply. Not out of manners, but because his mouth is going down to attack her breasts, very happy to feast and add a few hickeys. His hands grab her legs and wrap them around his body, groaning when her body crashes against his slowly awakening cock.

"Your husband never bothered to care," he says with a growl. It's not the roleplay anymore, but something tells him she liked that part. "You've never been fucked like this. Say it."

Midge gasps in surprise and delight at his words and the way he pulls her body flush to his. A soft moan follows as she digs her fingers in his hair.

“I’ve never been fucked like this, Jaskier.”

Between his words and the way that he’s sucking at her breasts, her arousal is rising very quickly.

The way she says his name always makes his whole body shiver. Jaskier starts grinding against her as his head moves back up to find her mouth in a hungry kiss, making sure to play with her tongue and taste every inch of her mouth.

"You've never been kissed like this either," he adds when he breaks the kiss. "Tell me what you want, Miriam."

She returns the kiss with equal eagerness, her tongue sliding over his. It’s a messy, desperate kiss, one that only leaves her wanting more from him. His steadily hardening cock grinds against her thighs.

“I want you to fuck me,” Midge says. “Make me come hard for you. And I want to feel you come inside me. Do you have another orgasm in you my darling bard?”

"I always have another orgasm for you, darling." He winks. "If ever ask for an orgasm and I say no, you'll know I've been cursed."

He grabs her hand and kisses each of her fingertips. "Think you can give me a literal hand to help me get there?" He lets go of her hand so his thumb can tease her clit. "I shall return the favor."

His thumb on her clit is like a spark lighting a flame, and Midge pushes her hips towards him.

“Of course…”

Midge reaches between their bodies and wraps her fingers around his cock, holding it snug in her hand before stroking it up and down.

“So big… I love how your big cock feels inside me, Jaskier.”

His hand trembles against her clit when she starts stroking him, his moans echoing in the room. With her touching him and saying all those dirty things, it's pretty easy for him to get fully hard.

"And I love how well you always take me... wet and tight and madenning."

Jaskier kisses her again, as hungry and needy as before, while his hand gently removes hers so he can finally move inside. His back arches as he groans, basking in the feeling of how amazing she feels around him. Soon he's thrusting into her, always keeping his eyes on hers just to admire how pretty she is.

“Mmm, I’m always wet and ready for you.”

Midge hitches her leg up further on his hip as he pushes into her. After taking a second to adjust her position, she’s able to meet each of his thrusts, a soft moan escaping her lips every time.

“Why wouldn’t I be when it feels this good? You spoil me.”

"I love spoiling you," he says between pants and kisses, leaving a peck on whatever spot of skin is the closest. "You deserve to be spoiled." He punctuates that last word by reaching between them to stroke her clit. "You're such a good girl for me after all."

With every second that passes, his thrusts go faster and harder, his words more slurry. It's easy to lose himself in her, to let her take him in and keep him captured in her cunt in a cloud of pleasure and passion.

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(by kortu valentine)

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