His back arches when she finally takes him in his mouth, groaning as his hand grabs her hair tightly. Jaskier can already feel his body catching on fire, and it's incredibly hard not to thrust right into that lovely, talented mouth.
Her hand takes him by surprise, and his eyes widen.
"Fuck." Bloody hell, the view just became a thousand times better. "Are you kidding me? Yes, yes, please, oh gods, Midge..."
Jaskier raises a leg and throws it on the armrest, sliding down the couch a little to give her better access. His cock throbs with need as pre-cum appears on the tip.
She grins at his reaction, then licks the pre-cum off the tip of his cock. Midge continues to stroke his hole with two fingers now, as she starts to bob her head up and down on his cock. She takes him deep into her mouth and holds him there for a second before she needs to breathe. The sound of her sucking on him is positively lewd — and turns her on so much. She wants to get him as wet as possible before taking his cock between her tits.
To think that last time she teased him for always being ready - look at this, they could use his vaseline right now. Alas, no satchel today. His broken heart was already heavy enough to carry.
Jaskier just keeps mumbling the same words -fuck, yes, Midge, please, more- over and over, losing himself in the pleasure. For once in his life, he wishes he knew how to be quiet, because the noises she's making are indeed lewd in the best of ways. It's like she's attacking Jaskier on all fronts: her mouth on his cock, her hand on his arse, her noise on her ears, and being the most exquisite sight on his eyes as her boobs bounce when she bobs. If it weren't for their plans to fuck her tits, he'd be asking her to do oral mutually so he could have her on his mouth too. His whole body aches for her as it trembles in pleasure.
His hand never leaves her head, sometimes pushing her in without meaning to.
Midge doesn’t mind if he pushes up into her mouth. So long as he doesn’t hold her down, she’s okay. When she moves, Jaskier allows her to move.
His words are still music to her after missing him all week. God, she loves pleasing him like this. Her fingers caressing his asshole are only making it even better.
After sucking on him for a few more seconds, Midge pulls back, satisfied that his cock is now wet enough. She sits up straighter so that she can wrap her breasts around him. Unfortunately, that means she has to stop touching his hole, but hopefully he can live with that.
The most pathetic, needy whimper leaves his lips when Midge pulls back and his hips desperately thrust in the air. Luckily, she quickly makes up for it - oh yes, he definitely can live with this.
"Fuck," he says rather loudly as his hand finally drops from her head to pinch her nipple. "Fuck, fuck, Midge, you look gorgeous..." It's a view worth a painting. Her breasts are warm around his cock and Jaskier can't help but thrust into them, a raw moan leaving his throat. "Amazing... please, more..."
Unsurprisingly, Midge has never done this before, but she’s a fast learner. She squeezes her tits around his cock and pumps him up and down. Jaskier’s whole body is tense, on edge. He’s so close, and Midge loves being able to bring him pleasure like this.
“You look so hot,” she pants. “Come all over my tits, darling.”
The great thing about this is that they don't have to be careful about her breathing anymore. Jaskier thrusts into her tits without hesitation, fighting so hard to keep his eyes open so he can admire the amazing view. Wave after wave of pleasure hits every inch of his body, transforming him into nothing but a trembling pile of pure sensations.
"So good, so pretty..."
He doesn't last much longer. Jaskier lets out his loudest moan yet and arches his back as he comes all over her breasts, some drops of her cum dripping on her face as well. His toes curl as his orgasm makes his mind go blank and his body floaty, feeling like he's the embodiment of pleasure itself.
Jaskier drops on the couch panting, yet still smiling like an idiot. He doesn't want to move, he just wants to bask in the afterglow - however, the sight is too fucking good not to enjoy it too. He reaches down and spreads his seed all over her tits.
"Absolutely stunning. What a privilege it is to be the pleasure of such a goddess."
He’s gorgeous when he comes hard. Midge loves being the one who can give him that pleasure. His cum coats her breasts and a few drops hit her face. Once he finishes his orgasm, Midge releases him and wipes her face.
Grinning, she stands up and sits back down in his lap again. “Thank you. You can always call me goddess instead of princess if you want.” She can’t say no to that.
Wiping a little bit of the cum off of one of her breasts, she puts the finger in her mouth and slowly sucks it out.
"Aww, I wanted to do that!" he says when she wipes her face.
Jaskier whimpers when she sits on his lap because he's still sensitive down there, but he isn't complaining. He immediately wraps his arms around her and kisses her cheek. "Thank you, my lady goddess. That was amazing. I really appreciate how you try these things for me. You looked like the most exquisite dream."
When she sucks her finger, he gasps and grabs her wrist. "Oi! You can't torture me like this when my cock can't enjoy it." He removes the hand from her mouth. "Besides, like I said: this is my job."
He puts her finger in his mouth and sucks it clean, although she already took most of it. Then his mouth descends on her breasts and starts cleaning them with short, quick licks to pick up his seed. He avoids her nipples, just wanting to tease her for now.
"My magnificent goddess - may I dine?" There's a glint in his eyes that says he has a plan.
“I enjoyed it,” she replies, then immediately starts to giggle when he licks up the cum on her breasts. She tangles her fingers in his hair. “And you loved it when I teased your hole.” As she knew he would.
Midge raises a curious eyebrow at him. “You may, my handsome bard.”
"Of course I did. I'm so erotically proud of you."
As soon as she says yes, Jaskier moves her legs to wrap them around his waist and stands up, keeping his arms under her legs and ass to handle her weight. Her being so petite makes him feel extra strong.
He kisses her neck and shoulders while walking to the kitchen, where he pushes the fruit bowl off the table (it's plastic, no worries!) before laying her down. After pecking her nose, he takes off his shirt and folds it to put it under her head like a pillow.
"We need something sweet for the sweetest woman in the world."
Of the three syrup bottles, Jaskier put the one in the freezer when they arrived, and now she'll know why. He gets it out and licks the tip to check that it isn't too cold, then he puts some chocolate syrup on his fingers and rubs it on Midge's lips.
"Brown doesn't look bad on you," he says before sucking some syrup straight from the bottle, then he captures her mouth in a hungry kiss, the chocolate sliding between their tongues.
Midge eagerly wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck in order to keep her steady. She gasps when he lays her down on the table and gratefully takes his shirt to use as a pillow. It smells like him and it’s one of his frilly ones. She might steal it.
The chocolate syrup is still a bit cold on warm skin while she lets him paint her lips. Midge licks at it instinctively. “Maybe I should try brown lipstick.”
The kiss leaves her licking chocolate off of his tongue. She hums her pleasure against his mouth and sifts her fingers through his hair.
It's indeed a bit cold, and just enough to play with the sensations like Jaskier wants. The contrast of temperatures adds a new thrill as he kisses her thoroughly, enjoying the way the coldness clashes on their warm mouths.
When he pulls back, Jaskier grins down at her. "You are the most beautiful piece of art, and I shall make art out of you."
He sits on the edge of the table and uses the syrup bottle like a brush to start drawing on her body. Both her breasts are decorated with whirls and her nipples are covered with little (but wonky) hearts, he also writes ILU above her heart.
"Maybe I should stick to singing," he jokes before diving in, humming in delight at the amazing test of the cold sweetness on her warm skin mixed with the saltiness of his cum. It's a unique taste that reminds him of what they just did, making it extra erotic. Jaskier licks, sucks, and nibbles, feasting on her chest like a starving man.
Midge gives a little yelp at the cold temperature of the syrup. She looks down at what he’s doing and laughs before laying her head back down on the table. “It’s just as good as Jackson Pollack,” she says to him.
When Jaskier starts to lick up the chocolate, she moans in satisfaction. Her nipples in particular are hard peaks that have been waiting to be lavished by his tongue.
“Fuck, your tongue is perfect,” Midge says breathlessly. “You’re making me so wet.”
"Is that complimenting or mocking?" He doesn't know who Pollack is!
There's a nipple in his mouth when she praises his tongue, and somehow he still manages to grin around it. She's always so happy to enjoy every idea he throws at her, it's intoxicating. The syrup is sticky so even though he licks with gusto, there's a brown shine left on her chest when he's done.
"Am I now?" he asks innocently. A hand reaches between her legs and lightly touches her underwear. "Oh my. It seems you like being a piece of art. A true stage hogger."
Jaskier then draws an arrow on her stomach, pointing down. Not subtle, but he's amusing himself. He gets off the table and walks around it as he licks the arrow, inserting his tongue in her belly button just to tease.
"Look at you, a feast spread on the table for me to devour," he says as he sits at the head. He pulls at her legs to slide her closer, letting her ankles rest on his shoulders. "I hope these aren't your favorite panties."
Then he pours some syrup on her underwear - not much, he doesn't want it to reach her skin, just to tease her with the temperature. The bottle is dropped on the floor before Jaskier dives in to start licking the panties, quickly and eagerly to drive her crazy while his fingers dig into her thighs. Once the chocolate is gone, his tongue starts pressing into the fabric to tease her folds.
Fortunately, most of Jaskier’s ideas are good and end up with orgasms for her.
“Just when you’re the one looking,” she says, putting her arms up over her head and pushing her chest into his face. Midge spreads her knees apart as soon as he starts to move her legs. She gasps again at the cold of the syrup on her most sensitive place, even with her panties covering it.
“Fuck… it was so hard to stop you earlier when you were touching me.”
lmk if you need me to cut the tag earlier because she protests
Jaskier chuckles against the fabric and decides a little mercy is in order.
"Mayhaps you shouldn't have," he says after pulling back. Calloused fingers caress her thighs before they start to take off her panties. "We should've stayed and asked for another ride so I could make you orgasm at the top."
The panties are thrown over his shoulder before Jaskier leans in to kindly kiss her clit. Just like that, though, he leaves the table again, this time to get an ice cube from the freezer.
"Remember: you can always tell me to stop if you don't like something."
He's learned the hard way not to put funny substances on genitals, so no syrup for this. Water, though? That's a fair deal. Jaskier kisses her foot before putting the ice cube on it, sliding it down her leg slowly and licking the trail of water left behind. He hopes he enjoys his warm tongue combined with the chill as much as he does.
When he reaches the top of her thigh, he repeats the process on her other leg, always keeping his eyes on her to check for any discomfort or to enjoy the cute noises if it goes well. Then Jaskier licks the ice cube himself, making sure to get his tongue and his lips cold before diving in. He licks between her folds and sucks on her clit quite quickly, hoping to get the most out of the temperature contrast before the effect wears off.
Finally, her panties are off and she can feel the cool air of the room on her wet folds. He kisses her and then he’s gone. Midge’s eyes follow him to the freezer.
She squeals when the ice touches her. “You just want to hear me squeal,” she says, making the noise again at the warm sensation of his tongue. The contrast between the two so quickly is surprisingly erotic.
Her squeal turns into a moan when he sucks at her clit with cold lips. “Fuck,” she gasps, not knowing whether to squirm away from the cold or rock her hips against his incredible mouth.
her friends won't believe half of her sex stories lol
Another chuckle. "You're adorable when you squeal."
As his mouth continues to devour her, Jaskier's fingers play with the ice cube, letting it get his skin nicely cold and wet as it melts. Once his hand is ready, he drops the ice cube on the floor and guides his chilly fingers to her entrance, inserting two wet digits very slowly while his mouth closes around her clit. His blue eyes stay on her face and make sure she's fine before his fingers start thrusting, the lewd noise echoing in the kitchen as the loveliest music.
she’s living her best life. They’re going to be jealous.
The cold is an intense sensation and her hips buck against his face as she cries out loudly for him. Midge grabs at his hair, partially to steady herself and partially so that he doesn’t try to escape again. This is right where she wants him, with his icy fingers inside of her. A shiver of both cold and pleasure courses through her body.
“Jaskier!”
His fingers grow warmer as they stroke in and out of her heat. Lying on the table like this, it truly feels as if he’s feasting on her and Midge is content to lie back and let him eat.
Her reaction is perfect and Jaskier smiles widely against her folds, feeling rather proud of himself. His blood is starting to go down, too, because there's no way someone could watch and hear Midge like this without getting aroused.
The way she says his name will make him insane someday.
He doesn't have plans to go anywhere, however, her hand is still extremely welcome on his hair, which he proves by humming his approval. His mouth never leaves her clit and he continues to suck with gusto while his fingers go as deep as possible, staying inside to rub at that special spot. His thumb joins in the action, too, by stroking her between her folds.
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Her hand takes him by surprise, and his eyes widen.
"Fuck." Bloody hell, the view just became a thousand times better. "Are you kidding me? Yes, yes, please, oh gods, Midge..."
Jaskier raises a leg and throws it on the armrest, sliding down the couch a little to give her better access. His cock throbs with need as pre-cum appears on the tip.
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Jaskier just keeps mumbling the same words -fuck, yes, Midge, please, more- over and over, losing himself in the pleasure. For once in his life, he wishes he knew how to be quiet, because the noises she's making are indeed lewd in the best of ways. It's like she's attacking Jaskier on all fronts: her mouth on his cock, her hand on his arse, her noise on her ears, and being the most exquisite sight on his eyes as her boobs bounce when she bobs. If it weren't for their plans to fuck her tits, he'd be asking her to do oral mutually so he could have her on his mouth too. His whole body aches for her as it trembles in pleasure.
His hand never leaves her head, sometimes pushing her in without meaning to.
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His words are still music to her after missing him all week. God, she loves pleasing him like this. Her fingers caressing his asshole are only making it even better.
After sucking on him for a few more seconds, Midge pulls back, satisfied that his cock is now wet enough. She sits up straighter so that she can wrap her breasts around him. Unfortunately, that means she has to stop touching his hole, but hopefully he can live with that.
“Ready to come, my love?”
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"Fuck," he says rather loudly as his hand finally drops from her head to pinch her nipple. "Fuck, fuck, Midge, you look gorgeous..." It's a view worth a painting. Her breasts are warm around his cock and Jaskier can't help but thrust into them, a raw moan leaving his throat. "Amazing... please, more..."
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“You look so hot,” she pants. “Come all over my tits, darling.”
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"So good, so pretty..."
He doesn't last much longer. Jaskier lets out his loudest moan yet and arches his back as he comes all over her breasts, some drops of her cum dripping on her face as well. His toes curl as his orgasm makes his mind go blank and his body floaty, feeling like he's the embodiment of pleasure itself.
Jaskier drops on the couch panting, yet still smiling like an idiot. He doesn't want to move, he just wants to bask in the afterglow - however, the sight is too fucking good not to enjoy it too. He reaches down and spreads his seed all over her tits.
"Absolutely stunning. What a privilege it is to be the pleasure of such a goddess."
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Grinning, she stands up and sits back down in his lap again. “Thank you. You can always call me goddess instead of princess if you want.” She can’t say no to that.
Wiping a little bit of the cum off of one of her breasts, she puts the finger in her mouth and slowly sucks it out.
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Jaskier whimpers when she sits on his lap because he's still sensitive down there, but he isn't complaining. He immediately wraps his arms around her and kisses her cheek. "Thank you, my lady goddess. That was amazing. I really appreciate how you try these things for me. You looked like the most exquisite dream."
When she sucks her finger, he gasps and grabs her wrist. "Oi! You can't torture me like this when my cock can't enjoy it." He removes the hand from her mouth. "Besides, like I said: this is my job."
He puts her finger in his mouth and sucks it clean, although she already took most of it. Then his mouth descends on her breasts and starts cleaning them with short, quick licks to pick up his seed. He avoids her nipples, just wanting to tease her for now.
"My magnificent goddess - may I dine?" There's a glint in his eyes that says he has a plan.
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Midge raises a curious eyebrow at him. “You may, my handsome bard.”
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As soon as she says yes, Jaskier moves her legs to wrap them around his waist and stands up, keeping his arms under her legs and ass to handle her weight. Her being so petite makes him feel extra strong.
He kisses her neck and shoulders while walking to the kitchen, where he pushes the fruit bowl off the table (it's plastic, no worries!) before laying her down. After pecking her nose, he takes off his shirt and folds it to put it under her head like a pillow.
"We need something sweet for the sweetest woman in the world."
Of the three syrup bottles, Jaskier put the one in the freezer when they arrived, and now she'll know why. He gets it out and licks the tip to check that it isn't too cold, then he puts some chocolate syrup on his fingers and rubs it on Midge's lips.
"Brown doesn't look bad on you," he says before sucking some syrup straight from the bottle, then he captures her mouth in a hungry kiss, the chocolate sliding between their tongues.
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Midge eagerly wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck in order to keep her steady. She gasps when he lays her down on the table and gratefully takes his shirt to use as a pillow. It smells like him and it’s one of his frilly ones. She might steal it.
The chocolate syrup is still a bit cold on warm skin while she lets him paint her lips. Midge licks at it instinctively. “Maybe I should try brown lipstick.”
The kiss leaves her licking chocolate off of his tongue. She hums her pleasure against his mouth and sifts her fingers through his hair.
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When he pulls back, Jaskier grins down at her. "You are the most beautiful piece of art, and I shall make art out of you."
He sits on the edge of the table and uses the syrup bottle like a brush to start drawing on her body. Both her breasts are decorated with whirls and her nipples are covered with little (but wonky) hearts, he also writes ILU above her heart.
"Maybe I should stick to singing," he jokes before diving in, humming in delight at the amazing test of the cold sweetness on her warm skin mixed with the saltiness of his cum. It's a unique taste that reminds him of what they just did, making it extra erotic. Jaskier licks, sucks, and nibbles, feasting on her chest like a starving man.
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When Jaskier starts to lick up the chocolate, she moans in satisfaction. Her nipples in particular are hard peaks that have been waiting to be lavished by his tongue.
“Fuck, your tongue is perfect,” Midge says breathlessly. “You’re making me so wet.”
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There's a nipple in his mouth when she praises his tongue, and somehow he still manages to grin around it. She's always so happy to enjoy every idea he throws at her, it's intoxicating. The syrup is sticky so even though he licks with gusto, there's a brown shine left on her chest when he's done.
"Am I now?" he asks innocently. A hand reaches between her legs and lightly touches her underwear. "Oh my. It seems you like being a piece of art. A true stage hogger."
Jaskier then draws an arrow on her stomach, pointing down. Not subtle, but he's amusing himself. He gets off the table and walks around it as he licks the arrow, inserting his tongue in her belly button just to tease.
"Look at you, a feast spread on the table for me to devour," he says as he sits at the head. He pulls at her legs to slide her closer, letting her ankles rest on his shoulders. "I hope these aren't your favorite panties."
Then he pours some syrup on her underwear - not much, he doesn't want it to reach her skin, just to tease her with the temperature. The bottle is dropped on the floor before Jaskier dives in to start licking the panties, quickly and eagerly to drive her crazy while his fingers dig into her thighs. Once the chocolate is gone, his tongue starts pressing into the fabric to tease her folds.
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Fortunately, most of Jaskier’s ideas are good and end up with orgasms for her.
“Just when you’re the one looking,” she says, putting her arms up over her head and pushing her chest into his face. Midge spreads her knees apart as soon as he starts to move her legs. She gasps again at the cold of the syrup on her most sensitive place, even with her panties covering it.
“Fuck… it was so hard to stop you earlier when you were touching me.”
lmk if you need me to cut the tag earlier because she protests
"Mayhaps you shouldn't have," he says after pulling back. Calloused fingers caress her thighs before they start to take off her panties. "We should've stayed and asked for another ride so I could make you orgasm at the top."
The panties are thrown over his shoulder before Jaskier leans in to kindly kiss her clit. Just like that, though, he leaves the table again, this time to get an ice cube from the freezer.
"Remember: you can always tell me to stop if you don't like something."
He's learned the hard way not to put funny substances on genitals, so no syrup for this. Water, though? That's a fair deal. Jaskier kisses her foot before putting the ice cube on it, sliding it down her leg slowly and licking the trail of water left behind. He hopes he enjoys his warm tongue combined with the chill as much as he does.
When he reaches the top of her thigh, he repeats the process on her other leg, always keeping his eyes on her to check for any discomfort or to enjoy the cute noises if it goes well. Then Jaskier licks the ice cube himself, making sure to get his tongue and his lips cold before diving in. He licks between her folds and sucks on her clit quite quickly, hoping to get the most out of the temperature contrast before the effect wears off.
all good!
She squeals when the ice touches her. “You just want to hear me squeal,” she says, making the noise again at the warm sensation of his tongue. The contrast between the two so quickly is surprisingly erotic.
Her squeal turns into a moan when he sucks at her clit with cold lips. “Fuck,” she gasps, not knowing whether to squirm away from the cold or rock her hips against his incredible mouth.
her friends won't believe half of her sex stories lol
As his mouth continues to devour her, Jaskier's fingers play with the ice cube, letting it get his skin nicely cold and wet as it melts. Once his hand is ready, he drops the ice cube on the floor and guides his chilly fingers to her entrance, inserting two wet digits very slowly while his mouth closes around her clit. His blue eyes stay on her face and make sure she's fine before his fingers start thrusting, the lewd noise echoing in the kitchen as the loveliest music.
she’s living her best life. They’re going to be jealous.
The cold is an intense sensation and her hips buck against his face as she cries out loudly for him. Midge grabs at his hair, partially to steady herself and partially so that he doesn’t try to escape again. This is right where she wants him, with his icy fingers inside of her. A shiver of both cold and pleasure courses through her body.
“Jaskier!”
His fingers grow warmer as they stroke in and out of her heat. Lying on the table like this, it truly feels as if he’s feasting on her and Midge is content to lie back and let him eat.
they should learn from her
The way she says his name will make him insane someday.
He doesn't have plans to go anywhere, however, her hand is still extremely welcome on his hair, which he proves by humming his approval. His mouth never leaves her clit and he continues to suck with gusto while his fingers go as deep as possible, staying inside to rub at that special spot. His thumb joins in the action, too, by stroking her between her folds.