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"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..."

He has a way with words, even when he’s gasping and moaning. Midge cries out when he starts fucking her hard again. She grips the sheets for traction.

“May I touch myself? Please?”

She can feel her clit throbbing and her thighs trembling. As good as the thrusting feels, stimulation to her clit is what will make her orgasm. She can feel it just out of reach, like being teased but ultimately left unsatisfied.

As soon as she says please, he stops again.

"Mmmh." He pretends to think about it very hard. "I don't know. Should you?" His hands roam her body again to ignite those flames one last time. "Have you been a good girl, Miriam? Should I reward you?" He kisses her shoulder, hoping to soothe her. "I think you were good. I think you've been magnificient."

As he starts thrusting again, his hand reaches for her clit. "Let's come together, love. Let me fill you up to push you over the edge."

“Please!” She gasps. “I’ve been so good for you.”

A cry of relief falls from her lips when Jaskier finally starts to rub her clit. His fingers only have to stroke over it a few times before her body stiffens, then releases. Midge’s wails of pleasure fill the room and her body shakes through her orgasm. It’s such an intense and sweet sense of relief to finally allow herself to come to completion.

Her head falls back to the bed, but she keeps her hips and ass up so that Jaskier can keep thrusting.

“Fill me with your seed, darling.”

Her body stiffening is all Jaskier needs to come as well. He buries his cock as deep as possible in her lovely cunt, and his own cries join her song, his orgasm making his body shake from head to toes as an explosion of pleasure takes over his brain - no thoughts left, only the purest bliss.

Soon, he's collapsing on top of Midge, and he has enough consciousness left to turn their bodies on the sides so they can cuddle. He doesn't pull yet, he wants to enjoy her a little longer - he buries his face in her neck and wraps his arms tightly around her body, humming in delight.

Midge leans back against his warm body, swimming in a sea of bliss. She picks up one of his hands and kisses the back of it.

“I love you.” She turns to look at him over her shoulder as best she can. “I love when you call me Miriam.”

As much as he loves being inside her, it's hard to resist her sweetness and affection. Jaskier catches her mouth in a soft kiss as he slowly pulls out, then he turns her around so he can hug her properly.

"I love you too, Miriam," he replies with the goofiest smile. "Did you have the mindblowing orgasm you wanted?"

She grins. “Do you know how happy it makes me to hear you say that?” Midge asks. Her heart feels like it’s going to fly out of her chest with how strong her feelings are for him. “I did. Thank you, my darling bard.”

Midge kisses him again, feeling as light as a feather. “You really make me feel so… free to do what makes me happy.”

"Oh, does it?" His surprise is clearly fake, just to tease. "I had no idea. I'll have to do better." He repeats love you while dropping kisses all over her face — a move that he keeps repeating, but he can't help it; he likes kissing her and the way she giggles.

Her next statement makes him smile softly and he rests his forehead on top of hers. "Good. That's exactly what I want - for you to do what makes you happy. Don't ever let anyone stand in the way of that, dear. Not even me."

She tries to resist, but ends up squealing and giggling as usual when he kisses her face. Midge hasn’t been this happy since she and Joel first started their relationship.

“I won’t,” she replies, “but I need you. You’re one of the only people who supports my comedy career, who thinks I can actually make something of myself. Your support means the world to me.”

Hearing those words just breaks him. Jaskier remembers what it was like (it was one of the many reasons why he left home) and he's just dying to protect her from it. He wishes he could run to every person who put her talent down and yell in their faces - especially her parents.

His hug tightens and he kisses the top of her head as he rubs her back, almost as if he was pretending to be her shield. "You'll always have my support. I don't know what the future holds for us in our intimacy, but no matter what happens, I'll always be there to push you on the stage and make you shine. Promise me you'll never give up, Midge."

“I won’t,” she promises. Midge hopes they’ll always be together, even if he doesn’t want to marry her. Such longevity seems to scare him though, so she won’t mention it. She feels so protected and supported by him. It’s hard to imagine not having that. It was why the past week had been particularly difficult for her.

Midge pulls back to look into his cornflower blue eyes. “I need you in my life, Jaskier. I love you.”

One day, he'll stop being a fun novelty for the housewife. One day, she'll want an actual husband instead of putting up with his independence, Jaskier knows. And when that day comes, he just hopes they can still be friends so he can keep protecting her.

For now, he'll continue to be the kind of man that lives in the present and just enjoy what they have.

"I love you, too. You have me, Midge. As long as you want me, you have me. Your parents and your ex won't scare me away."

Midge presses her lips to his, grateful and happy to have him. She snorts a quiet laugh at that. “Good. They may try, but I won’t let them either.”

Taking his hand, she laces their fingers together. “I remember when we first met and you hit on me almost immediately.” Midge grins. “I never thought then that we would be here right now.”

Ha laughs as he squeezes her hand.

"Almost immediately? I must've been slowed down by the circunstances. Cops are good at killing the mood." But not enough to ever stop him, it seems. "What are you going to tell your relatives at the wedding when they ask how you met me?"

“If I had let you, you might have taken me right in that cell,” she says playfully as she pushes back his hair. “Bent me over… pulled down my panties…” Midge gives him a little kiss.

“Probably that we met at one of the clubs. That’s the safest answer, don’t you think?”

Laughing as he returns the kiss. "No, no, you have it all wrong. I would've pulled you on my lap and dare you to come without the cops hearing."

Jaskier nods at the question, but he also shrugs. "The safest and the most boring." He wishes she didn't have to hide. "Were you performing? Was I? We better make the details match if it's going to be believable."

“Yes, of course,” she replies. “And to think, I was annoyed that you were hitting on me at first, though honestly most of my annoyance was directed at the officers.” Being arrested for obscenity? Highly annoying.

Midge props herself up on her side, thinking. “Hmmm. Maybe you saw me perform on stage and were so impressed with my beauty and wit that it was love at first sight. You had to know my name.”

"So if I had hit on you at the mall or the park, you would've enjoyed it?" His raised eyebrow says he's being a little skeptical.

He laughs again at her version of events. "That's just what happened in jail," he teases. "How come you didn't fall in love with me because of my beauty and my wonderful voice?"

“Probably not,” Midge concedes. “Attraction is different for men and women. Sure, women find men physically attractive, but I’m not sure if it’s as instantaneous for women as it is for men — unless you look like Gregory Peck. For me, it was your charm and wit, though I did think you were blowing smoke up my ass a bit.”

"I refuse to believe this Gregory bloke is more handsome than I," he teases, although his ego is a tiny bit annoyed.

The way she explains her logic makes Jaskier realize she may be guarding herself and her reputation - mayhaps someone in her family may be the kind to think that women are sluts for seeking men's attention. Gods forbid women behave the same as men.

The thought makes him angry, but he keeps it bottled and kisses Midge to both reassure her and distract himself. "You make very good points. Alright, my lady, we shall say I saw your show and approached you backstage. And I can still blow anything up your ass, you just have to ask." Wink~

“We’ll have to watch Roman Holiday and then see what you think,” Midge replies.

Even Midge isn’t immune to the prevailing thoughts of the day. Jaskier has done a lot to help make her feel comfortable with her desire for sex, but she knows there are some people who would openly judge her for it. She justifies it with the fact that she’s divorced. If she and Jaskier had their type of relationship before she was married, Midge would have been much more worried about what people thought.

“On that note, are you ready to eat?” She asks.

Jaskier laughs pretty hard at the connection she makes. "Another wonderful idea."

After kissing her cheek, he finally leaves the bed and stretches his body before getting them robes. As much as he enjoys the sight of her in his shirt, eating naked isn't wise. Been there, done that - crumbs getting caught on his chest hair aren't fun.

When they return to the kitchen, they're reminded of the mess they made - well, that mostly Jaskier made. Since Midge chose the main dish, he tells her to get it ready while he cleans up. And by cleaning up, he means picking up the bowl, the fruit, and the syrup bottle. The chocolate drops and the melted ice are quickly wiped off just to avoid slipping again; any stains are ignored.

"Well then," he says while opening the bottle of wine as he sits at the table. "What are we having? Teach me, darling."

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Aww, Jask

he just knows how it goes u.u

hes stuck with her

he has to learn that

yes he does <3

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