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"Yes, especially if you're touching yourself to my writing." That's his ego talking, don't mind him.

His eyes follow her hand and combined with her words, it leaves him breathless for a second. It still blows his mind how she's always ready for him, and he adores her for it. It's why he thinks they can try this relationship at all.

"Always so needy... and you teased me for wanting it 'every day'? I think I'm the real victim here." Just a joke. His mouth descends on her neck and starts leaving open-mouthed kisses, the brush coming back to tease her nipples. Since they're discussing masturbation, he's going to have fun teasing her while she takes care of herself.

She laughs softly. She’s not rubbing herself vigorously, just teasing for now while he similarly teases her with the brush.

“Maybe I’m just trying to drive you nuts.”

Midge winks at him. Then he’s kissing her neck and she sighs with want, tilting her head back to give him better access.

"Oh, worry not, dear. You do that daily."

Once her neck has been thoroughly kissed, his mouth moves to add more marks to her breasts. Soon the brush is dropped so he can pinch her nipples with his own fingers. He just loves touching her so much, it's hard for him to only watch.

"Talk to me," he says between kisses. "I'm all yours now. Tell me all the things you want. Share your deepest desires."

Her sighs turn to moans when Jaskier starts to pinch her nipples, and her fingers press further into cunt, past her lips.

“Dirty things?” Midge asks. She has plenty of clean desires regarding him, but she guesses that he’s looking for something naughty. “I want you to bend me over my vanity and fuck me in my dressing room. I want to pull you into a closet somewhere, pull your pants down and give you a blowjob.”

It takes him a few moments to reply because his mouth has closed around one of her tits to suck it eagerly, his tongue continuously playing with her nipple. He's glad that he's staying next to her instead of top because this way he can admire the way her hand is starting to go deeper. Just perfect.

Jaskier lets go of her tit with a pop sound and licks his lips before talking.

"Two lovely requests. And easily achievable, too. It seems we have the idea for our first mid-week quickie," he replies while his hands keep playing with her nipples, not giving her a single second as a break. "What else? No need to be shy, there's nothing I haven't heard before. It doesn't have to be dirty, either. Romance is a hell of an aphrodisiac." Now his mouth can take care of her other breast with as much gusto.

Her moans fill the air around them as he continues to play with her breasts. They’re so sensitive that she really does think he can make her come just by touching them.

“I want to go on a date with you,” she says, opting for the romantic piece for a moment. “Take me out for the night and show me off. I want to cuddle with you under the stars. I want you to write me a song.”

Her fingers find her clit and start to touch it in gentle circles.

Her moans always are beautiful music, and by having his hands on her chest, Jaskier feels like he really is playing her like an instrument. This time, though, his mouth lets go sooner to look up at her with a soft smile. Sure, hearing her say that she'll touch herself to what he writes is hot as fuck, but hearing her ask for her own song is something else. Many people have asked for songs, but it's different when it comes from the heart.

"You truly are an absolute sweetheart," he says before kissing her softly. "We'll go on all the dates."

Once again, his hands never leave her breasts - that original plan isn't getting canceled any time soon. But if she wants a song? He'll give her a song. It's easier to sing for her in bed when he isn't in the middle of fucking, although his cock is starting to wake up. He buries his mouth in her ear and--

"♫ She brushes her hand through his hair, he's got so much fucking hair
And he holds her close just to keep the world at bay
And when they're sure no-one can hear them
He'll turn to her and say, he'll turn to her and say
It's not fair, it's not fair how much I love you
It's not fair, because you make me laugh when I'm actually really fucking cross at you for something ♫"

She laughs at the lyrics that he’s making up, though they’re as sweet as they are amusing. Midge closes her eyes and concentrates on the sound of his voice and the words of love that he’s singing.

“I love you,” she says with a smile.

Her fingers keep moving over her clit, but she’s still not stroking very hard. It’s enough to feel good without giving her an orgasm.

“That time you fucked me on my knees, when you kept teasing me, telling me not to touch myself… I loved that.” Surely he was able to tell. “I want to do that again.”

She glances down between them. “Is your cock getting hard again.”

Jaskier kisses her again when she shares her love, feeling all warm and fuzzy in his chest. It's still hard to believe they're doing this.

"I love it when you make requests," he says with a grin, and he means it. He wants her to explore and get her desires, getting to share that journey is a privilege. He nods at the question about his dick and pulls away from her to lie down by her side, his hand closing around his cock to start stroking it just like she's stroking her clit - he'll be ready soon. "We can do that again, definitely. Would you like to be on your hands and knees this time? I recall you liking the idea of me mounting you."

He mentioned it during one of their fucks last time and he hasn't forgotten.

Watching him touch himself sends a spark of arousal through her. The sight of him with his hand on his cock will always turn her on.

“Mmm yes,” she replies. “That’s what I want. Tease me until I’m begging you to come.”

That could be a dangerous request when it comes to Jaskier. He’s excellent at teasing her.

His grin widens. "My goddess keeps granting me power."

Jaskier captures her mouth in a slow kiss, only letting the tip of his tongue occasionally peek into her mouth as part of the teasing. Then he flips Midge on the mattress, climbing on top of her to rub his hardening cock against the crack of her arse.

He moans into her ear. "I hope you don't mind, but I needed a little help," he teases as he presses against her, the warm metal of his necklace getting caught between his chest and her back.

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She flicks her tongue against his, wanting more, but it seems like the teasing has already begun. Midge cries out when she’s suddenly flipped over, her heart starting to race just having Jaskier behind her like this with his cock so close to her entrance.

“Another thing I want to try… I want to see how long you can keep your head between my legs. How many times you can make me come.”

"Mmmh, I do like the sound of that," he replies before licking her ear. "Mayhaps we can do it after dinner. The viscount should give that poor abandoned lady the orgasms she's been missing."

He continues to rub his cock against her arse, groaning and whimpering with every move - this will be as much edging for him as it'll be for her.

"Ah, but it won't be much of an act, now will it?" he keeps on whispering in her ear with a very low tone. "Because you haven't been treated well either. Those two boyfriends of yours have not nourished your desires. And the third bloke? Just a coward." He uses just one single finger to trace the curves of her body as part of the tease. "Can you picture it, Midge? Us sitting on the couch. Me dragging you to my lap to kiss you thoroughly. Him watching from the bar, boiling in envy."

Is he talking about Lenny? Midge isn’t sure how much of this is roleplay and how much is reality. She does like it when he refers to himself as the viscount though.

“There might be a lot of envious men, my lord,” she replies. “You’ve stolen me from all of them, and now I’m all yours to do with as you please.”

Indeed, he's talking about Lenny. He mentioned the viscount thing to use it later and then tried to tease her with reality, but he's not going to complain about her choosing the roleplay route. His cock finishes hardening, always ready to work when it comes to cuckolding bad husbands.

"All of them, including your husband. Where is he now, Baroness? Out hunting? He enjoys the smell of blood more than his wife's perfume. What a reprehensible man he is." His hands spread her legs open. "Let me show you what a real man can do."

Just like last time, Jaskier penetrates her without warning, entering her whole in one go. He curses as her warmth surrounds his cock and takes a moment to remind himself this is about teasing - not thrusting yet.

"Do you like my uncut cock, Baroness? Judging by how wet you are, I'd say you are. What a naughty woman you are, getting so excited by the mere thought of breaking your vows."

Midge gasps when he pushes into her suddenly. She gets up on her hands and knees, gaining traction on the bed.

“I came to you because I’ve been in desperate need,” Midge breathes. “My husband can’t make me orgasm. When we fuck, he gets his pleasure but has no care for mine. He’s impatient. I’ve been longing for something other than my hands. Your uncut cock feels so good inside me, Viscount.”

Midge squirms, trying to be good and not fuck herself on his hard cock.

Jaskier gasps as well when she moves, and has to take another deep breath to keep his body in check. Fuck, she's going to kill him. Smiling like an idiot, he drops little kisses on her back while she talks, a little way to reward her for getting in position.

"Desperate is indeed the word that comes to mind. Look at you, moving on your own to silently beg for more. Squirming in anticipation. Do you have any idea what an erotic sight you make?"

Now Jaskier can bend his body over hers, driving his cock even deeper. An arm covers hers and holds her hand on the mattress, the other wraps around her body and squeezes a tit.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget what your husband is even called," he whispers in her ear as his hand pinches her nipple. "Our eyes will meet across the room at a party and you'll get wet just from the memories."

That's all the warning she gets before Jaskier starts thrusting into her, fast and hard just like he promised. The sound of his balls hitting her arse every time echoes in the room, providing the perfect lewd rhythm for their moans.

Midge rests her head on the mattress, but keeps her ass in the air.

“Oh!”

There’s a squeal and a moan as Jaskier starts to fuck her hard. One hand is covered by his, but she doesn’t try to put the other one down between her legs — yet.

“Fuck! You’re so deep… Oh it feels so good when you fuck me like that…”

Jaskier laughs in delight when she raises her arse like that, allowing him to go as deep as possible. He makes sure his body follows her arch, always keeping her covered with his skin and his sweat, his mouth by her ear so he can continue to tease her.

"Does it? I must say, this isn't very lady-like, Baroness." He stops the thrusting and guides her hand to her cunt. Just like last time, he wants her to feel how stretched she is around him. "Feel that? Open and wet. Presenting yourself to me as if you were in heat. I bet your husband has never been this deep into you, and he never will."

He then takes her hand to his mouth to lick it clean before putting it down on the mattress. After a few more kisses on her back, he starts thrusting again, just as hard and fast as before.

Midge moans needily when he moves her hand. She can feel the way that she stretches around him to take him, something that only turns her on more. She’s practically dripping for him.

“I know he won’t,” she replies. “That’s why I need you.” Midge looks up at him, a smirk on her face. “You love it when I’m unladylike. It makes your cock hard, doesn’t it?”

In this position, Jaskier is doing most of the work, but fortunately, he doesn’t seem to mind. Midge keeps her knees anchored to the bed and gives him something hard to thrust against.

It's hard to mind when she's enjoying herself so much and taking him so beautifully. She's not passively letting a bored husband just get over it, she's actively asking for it, handing a piece of herself for Jaskier to enjoy. He adores her for it, and hopes she'll know how to return the favor when the time comes.

"Mayhaps," Jaskier answers as he stops again and captures her mouth in a kiss, nibbling on her lower lip. "You're getting sassy on me. Should I allowed it? Should I enjoy your witty mouth, or should I punish you? Should I stay inside you and not move at all?"

His hand leaves her tit to return to her cunt and lets his thumb very lightly flick her clit. It's just one second, and just like that the hand is gone.

Jaskier nibbles on her ear next, buying time on purpose. "Or I could come all over your body and let your husband find you like that." The thrusts return then, more desperate than ever. The position and the roleplay are really doing it for him. "Let him see what he's missing. Show him that he'll never top this." He pinches her arse between thrusts. "I'm the best fuck you've ever had. Say it."

“Oh, you love my sassy mouth,” she replies breathlessly. “Don’t try to deny it. You love all the dirty, funny things that I have to say.” It occurs to Midge that Jaskier really does love her mouth, a part of her that has gotten her into trouble in the past. He would have her say whatever she feels, and that is worth so much to her.

Midge squirms against him when he stops moving, a little gasp leaving her mouth when he strokes her clit. Her hands scrunch the sheets into her fists as she feels her frustration rise.

“It’s true. No one will ever fuck me like this, my lord.”

"I do love the things you have to say," he replies as he stops moving again. Jaskier notices all the squirming and grins, loving every second of it. "You should say those things more often - mayhaps in parties for your family and husband to hear." The mental image of their faces is amusing as hell.

Suddenly, he pulls his body away, but he doesn't pull out - this is part of the teasing. He runs his hands up and down Midge's back, humming to help her deal with this delicious frustration. Soon his hands stay down to massage her arse, which looks amazing around his cock.

"Such a gorgeous thing you are. Look at you, giving yourself up for me." He thrusts one single time. "Wet, needy, and so bloody tight. Desperate to get thoroughly fucked." Another thrust. "To be corrupted by the local bachelor. You giggle cutely for the public in your pretty dresses, but I know the truth." And one more. "I know what you need. I know how much you like my cock - but I need you to say it. Ask me to break you, Baroness. Beg for me."

“You’re just trying to get me in trouble,” she says, smiling at him. Jaskier loves the idea of her speaking her mind and shocking people. She doesn’t tend to do it around her family as much, but sometimes, if they piss her off enough…

Jaskier’s hands on her skin are like matches lighting a flame. Every thrust earns him a little yelp from her. “Wet and tight, just for you,” she confirms. “My husband is barely inside of me long enough to enjoy it. I love how you corrupt me, Jaskier. I’ve never felt so free, so satisfied…”

Midge looks up at him cutely, batting her eyelashes. “Please fuck me,” she begs. “I need to feel you come inside me.”

"And you love it." Trouble is fun for both of them - there's a reason why they met in jail.

There are no words to describe how happy it makes him to hear so free, so satisfied. He's always prided himself on making boring lives a little better with a day of fun, and to bring this for Midge for more than that one day, to make it part of her life - it's thrilling, satisfying, and romantic. Jaskier truly wants her to embrace these feelings and shine.

He can't help but chuckle at the cutie face, quite a contrast against the absolute lewdness of the situation. Jaskier bends over again and kisses her, the grin never leaving his face.

"Hungry for my seed, are you not? Naughty, naughty girl." His arm wraps around her to reach for her tits once more. "I should spill all over the sheets so you don't forget my smell." After a short pause, he bites her shoulder - but very lightly, knowing he mustn't leave marks. "Worry not, I won't. I'm going to fill you up so good that it will be spilling down your thighs."

The thrusting returns then - hard, fast, desperate. Jaskier's body is starting to feel the frustration, too, but he absolutely loves it. There's nothing like a good fucking build-up, especially if it allows him to stay inside her longer like this. He's sweaty and trembling in pleasure, his nails digging into Midge's skin.

Panting and moaning make it harder to talk, but that doesn't mean he won't try. "Good girl... taking me so well... made for my cock..."

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(by the Amazing Devil)

Busting out Joey’s own music

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