She asked for the bed, but this will do. It’s spontaneous, sexy. Midge perches on the edge of the counter, gripping it on either side of her.
“You play me as well as you play your lute,” she tells him, grinning down at him. Her thighs part eagerly for him and she sighs in relief when he sticks his head between them.
“Enjoying your dessert?” She’s wet for him, as always.
Always so wet, so eager, so ready. The way she opens her thighs for him is maddening on its own. Jaskier takes a deep breath, letting her taste and her smell flood his senses, almost getting high on it. He answers her question with a hum as he licks from the very bottom to the top, stopping there to suck on her clit for a second before pulling back.
He puts her legs on his shoulders and wraps his arms around her thighs, which he brings pretty damn close to his ears. "Press them," he asks before diving in again, licking her entrance before letting his tongue inside to tease her.
Midge shudders as he licks her completely, gasping when he gets to her clit. When he puts her legs over his shoulders, she does as he asks and presses her thighs against his face. Not too hard. Just enough to trap him there between her legs.
“You spoil me, Jaskier,” she sighs, digging a hand in his hair. “A girl could really get used to this.”
His cock finishes getting hard when her thighs are pressed against his face, making his whole body shiver and his nails dig into her skin. The hand on his hair is the final touch he needs to moan right into her cunt - all his senses are surrounded by her, and it's pure bliss.
"As you should," Jaskier replies, although it comes out very muffled. What is the point of a relationship if they can't spoil each other? If they can't have sex whenever the hell they want, as many times as possible? It shouldn't be something that dies out with time.
His mouth continues to devour her, alternating between licking her folds from top to bottom and sucking on her clit.
Midge closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of absolute bliss. The robe slides down her shoulders, though Jaskier’s shirt stays on. Her back arches, pushing her breasts out and her cunt further against his face.
Jaskier hums at her words and hopes she understands that he's agreeing with the sentiment - I love you too. Can't exactly talk like this, and he has no intention to stop.
Since Midge's thighs are holding him pretty well, Jaskier decides to move his hands, although first he pats her legs to remind her to keep them there. His mouth concentrates on her clit while calloused fingers gather all her fluids - that hand quickly disappears, because Jaskier closes it around his aching cock. Don't worry, his other hand soon replaces it to gently penetrate her with two fingers. Jaskier moans against her clit again as he touches himself, enjoying having all his senses overwhelmed by her. As the hand on his cock gets more desperate, so does the mouth on her clit.
Between the low light in the kitchen and her position, Midge can’t see that he’s touching himself. If she thought about it logically, she might have been able to guess, but there’s not much going through her mind right now except how utterly amazing this feels.
Midge moans openly when he touches her. Those perfect fingers, she wants them inside of her. Jaskier knows exactly how to touch her, how to strum her like his lute and make her sing for him.
“Fuck!” She gasps. “Yes, that’s perfect…” Her breasts bounce lightly with the rhythm of her rocking her hips against his face.
There’s a delighted yelp when his fingers find that spot inside of her. “Just like that… I’m gonna come so hard…”
Her breasts truly are magnificent, and Jaskier looks up as he works, admiring the amazing view. Every reaction of hers is perfect, and he knows he's close, too. Hard not to when she keeps driving him crazy. He stops sucking just long enough to say-
"Then come for me, love."
And just like that, he closes his mouth around her again, sucking on her clit and flicking it with his tongue while his fingers stop thrusting. They stop at her special spot and rub it with the same desperation he's rubbing himself.
How can she deny giving him what he wants? Her body stiffens for just a second, legs trembling, before falling over the edge.
“Jaskier!”
The cry of his name and her moans of ecstasy echo off the walls of the kitchen. Midge’s whole body shakes with the force of her orgasm. She always comes hard when he does this.
She pants as she comes down, her legs still shaking and her body abuzz with pleasure. Her fingers sift through his hair as she gazes down at him and finally realizes what he’s doing.
Blue eyes watch her come with utmost intensity. The few lights that enter the kitchen caress her body in the right spots, accentuating her curves like the most wonderful painting. He doesn't stop pleasuring her as she comes, wanting that orgasm to last as long as possible.
With the way she says his name, it doesn't take long for him to come as well. He barely nods at her question before his cum is staining the floor and the door of the cupboard. Jaskier never pulls his face back while he lets his orgasm take over: he wants to breathe her, taste her, hear her, feel her. It all makes his orgasm more intense.
For a few seconds, he's gone on cloud nine, just floating away in ecstasy. When he returns to reality, he rests his head on her thigh and smiles up at her. "Love you."
“Oh,” she breathes, watching as he comes with his head between her legs. He was much closer than she realized. It’s admittedly pretty hot to have him moan against her sensitive folds.
Midge looks down at him with his face covered in her juices and strokes her fingers through his hair.
“I love you too. I would have taken care of that for you, handsome.”
Her hand always feels so good on his hair - he's pretty much purring, although he has to chuckle at her comment.
"I know you would, darling, but worry not - it was on purpose. Experiencing you through every single one of my senses was the idea, and it made my orgasm so much better." He pecks her thigh. "I could get high just from your smell." It's obvious he doesn't mean her perfume.
She grins down at him. “Mmm, so you liked it?” All she wants is to make him happy and keep him satisfied, and it seems like he’s both right now.
On shaky legs, Midge slowly gets off the counter, pausing for a moment to make sure that she has her balance before walking. “Let’s clean up this kitchen and then you can cuddle me in bed,” she says. Midge can’t wait to slip naked between the cool sheets and hold him close to her.
"Of course," he responds as he kisses her stomach. "I don't think I'll ever say no to that question." He doesn't know what will happen to their relationship, but he's pretty damn sure that their sex will always be great.
A dramatic gasp. "You want me to work after an orgasm? What an evil lady you are." But ok, he should probably do something about his cum stains. Time to turn on the lights. "Do I get to bring the ice cream to bed, too?"
Their sex is really, really good, but Midge knows there’s something more than that between them. He wouldn’t be here if it was just sex. What they have isn’t easily replaced.
It’s different than every relationship she’s had in the past, and she can’t wait to experience everything with him.
Midge squints against the brightness when Jaskier turns the lights on. She takes the remnants of their dinner and puts it in the trash before taking the silverware and cups to the sink to wash.
“Horribly cruel, I know,” she says, “making you clean up your own cum. I think we’ve more than broken the kitchen in.” They had sex in here three times tonight. “More dessert for you?” she teases.
"Ironically, we didn't break anything literally, and that's the real miracle," he answers while cleaning his cum with a wet towel. He then moves to the sink to rinse it, but when he's about to answer the dessert question, he pauses and frowns.
"Why did you throw the rest of the food away?" Sorry, you don't spend twenty years on the road with Geralt and without coin by wasting food.
It’s the difference between experiencing life that way and growing up not wanting for anything.
“Oh,” Midge replies, “I didn’t know you wanted to keep it. There wasn’t that much left…”
She goes to the trash and pulls out the trays, which are still mostly intact. “I know it’s gross to pull things out of the trash, but it was in there for less than 30 seconds and the bag was empty.” That makes it fine in her book.
He can't help but laugh at her description while searching for some tupperware in the cupboards.
"Trust me, dear, I have eaten worse. That?" He points at the trays with a nod. "It's fucking spotless." The leftovers are moved to a single plastic container. "One time, Geralt's hair dripped some drowner blood into my ale. I spat it all over the tavern floor."
“I don’t know what that is, but I wouldn’t want any type of blood in my drink.” After finishing washing the silverware and cups, Midge sets them on a towel to dry.
“I guess you really liked it,” Midge says. “Is that why you wanted to keep it?”
"Aquatic monsters. We've found them here, too; they've been living in the sewers. Which I guess fits, considering how disgusting they are." To be fair, most (if not all) monsters are fucking disgusting.
Jaskier puts the container in the fridge and brings out the stuff to make a sundae. He answers her comment while peeling some fruit.
"It was good, sure, but it's more about not wasting food. If it's not rotten, why throw it away?"
Midge makes a face. “Thankfully the sewers aren’t a place that I frequent.” Those spiders that he and Geralt fought were completely disgusting.
His explanation makes sense. Her parents used to harp on her for wasting food despite having plenty of it in the kitchen. “Is there enough to make another meal out of it?”
"What, not planning to put up a show for the leeches?" Just a dumb joke.
He nods at her question while handing her a kiwi. Get peeling too, Midge. "For just one person? As long as they don't have a witcher's appetite, sure. It saves you in a pinch. Great breakfast, too, if you wake up with a hangover and no energy to cook."
“Nah. They tend to suck the life out of the room.” Bah dum bum tiss.
Putting her to work? So rude. Midge gets a knife and starts chopping. “How would you know about that?” she teases. “Well, feel free to take it with you. I guess when I cook for your family I need to plan for the fact that Geralt eats enough for what? Two people? Three people?”
That makes him laugh. Perhaps Midge will end up adding monsters to her act soon.
Midge's question is a good one, thank goodness she thought of it. Jaskier isn't used to having people worrying about Geralt's eating habits. "We'll have a nice, quiet day at home, so... Two people, yeah. Mayhaps a person and a half. He eats more when he's recovering or training. Witchering takes a lot out of him."
He finishes peeling a banana, but he doesn't chop it yet - looking at its shape, he gets an idea. There's something he likes to show off and hasn't been able to do with Midge for obvious reasons.
"Want to see something neat?"
Jaskier puts the banana in his mouth, but he doesn't bite it - in fact, it keeps going further back. It turns out Jaskier doesn't have a gag reflex, so he can deep throat (and nobody is surprised). He only leaves there for two seconds before taking it out, and he rubs his throat. "Fuck, hadn't done that in a while."
She nods. It’s not hard to plan for an extra serving. Midge would have made enough to feed everyone with extra left over anyway.
Her eyes grow wide as she watches Jaskier put the banana in his mouth. She immediately puts two and two together and hopes that he won’t mind this joke.
“No wonder the men liked you.”
Midge can’t really do that. She hopes he doesn’t mind.
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“You play me as well as you play your lute,” she tells him, grinning down at him. Her thighs part eagerly for him and she sighs in relief when he sticks his head between them.
“Enjoying your dessert?” She’s wet for him, as always.
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He puts her legs on his shoulders and wraps his arms around her thighs, which he brings pretty damn close to his ears. "Press them," he asks before diving in again, licking her entrance before letting his tongue inside to tease her.
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“You spoil me, Jaskier,” she sighs, digging a hand in his hair. “A girl could really get used to this.”
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"As you should," Jaskier replies, although it comes out very muffled. What is the point of a relationship if they can't spoil each other? If they can't have sex whenever the hell they want, as many times as possible? It shouldn't be something that dies out with time.
His mouth continues to devour her, alternating between licking her folds from top to bottom and sucking on her clit.
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Midge closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of absolute bliss. The robe slides down her shoulders, though Jaskier’s shirt stays on. Her back arches, pushing her breasts out and her cunt further against his face.
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Since Midge's thighs are holding him pretty well, Jaskier decides to move his hands, although first he pats her legs to remind her to keep them there. His mouth concentrates on her clit while calloused fingers gather all her fluids - that hand quickly disappears, because Jaskier closes it around his aching cock. Don't worry, his other hand soon replaces it to gently penetrate her with two fingers. Jaskier moans against her clit again as he touches himself, enjoying having all his senses overwhelmed by her. As the hand on his cock gets more desperate, so does the mouth on her clit.
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Midge moans openly when he touches her. Those perfect fingers, she wants them inside of her. Jaskier knows exactly how to touch her, how to strum her like his lute and make her sing for him.
“Fuck!” She gasps. “Yes, that’s perfect…” Her breasts bounce lightly with the rhythm of her rocking her hips against his face.
There’s a delighted yelp when his fingers find that spot inside of her. “Just like that… I’m gonna come so hard…”
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"Then come for me, love."
And just like that, he closes his mouth around her again, sucking on her clit and flicking it with his tongue while his fingers stop thrusting. They stop at her special spot and rub it with the same desperation he's rubbing himself.
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“Jaskier!”
The cry of his name and her moans of ecstasy echo off the walls of the kitchen. Midge’s whole body shakes with the force of her orgasm. She always comes hard when he does this.
She pants as she comes down, her legs still shaking and her body abuzz with pleasure. Her fingers sift through his hair as she gazes down at him and finally realizes what he’s doing.
“Are you stroking your cock?”
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With the way she says his name, it doesn't take long for him to come as well. He barely nods at her question before his cum is staining the floor and the door of the cupboard. Jaskier never pulls his face back while he lets his orgasm take over: he wants to breathe her, taste her, hear her, feel her. It all makes his orgasm more intense.
For a few seconds, he's gone on cloud nine, just floating away in ecstasy. When he returns to reality, he rests his head on her thigh and smiles up at her. "Love you."
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Midge looks down at him with his face covered in her juices and strokes her fingers through his hair.
“I love you too. I would have taken care of that for you, handsome.”
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"I know you would, darling, but worry not - it was on purpose. Experiencing you through every single one of my senses was the idea, and it made my orgasm so much better." He pecks her thigh. "I could get high just from your smell." It's obvious he doesn't mean her perfume.
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On shaky legs, Midge slowly gets off the counter, pausing for a moment to make sure that she has her balance before walking. “Let’s clean up this kitchen and then you can cuddle me in bed,” she says. Midge can’t wait to slip naked between the cool sheets and hold him close to her.
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A dramatic gasp. "You want me to work after an orgasm? What an evil lady you are." But ok, he should probably do something about his cum stains. Time to turn on the lights. "Do I get to bring the ice cream to bed, too?"
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It’s different than every relationship she’s had in the past, and she can’t wait to experience everything with him.
Midge squints against the brightness when Jaskier turns the lights on. She takes the remnants of their dinner and puts it in the trash before taking the silverware and cups to the sink to wash.
“Horribly cruel, I know,” she says, “making you clean up your own cum. I think we’ve more than broken the kitchen in.” They had sex in here three times tonight. “More dessert for you?” she teases.
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"Why did you throw the rest of the food away?" Sorry, you don't spend twenty years on the road with Geralt and without coin by wasting food.
I didn’t realize there was anything left lol
“Oh,” Midge replies, “I didn’t know you wanted to keep it. There wasn’t that much left…”
She goes to the trash and pulls out the trays, which are still mostly intact. “I know it’s gross to pull things out of the trash, but it was in there for less than 30 seconds and the bag was empty.” That makes it fine in her book.
their mouths were too busy to finish it lol
"Trust me, dear, I have eaten worse. That?" He points at the trays with a nod. "It's fucking spotless." The leftovers are moved to a single plastic container. "One time, Geralt's hair dripped some drowner blood into my ale. I spat it all over the tavern floor."
it’s true
“I guess you really liked it,” Midge says. “Is that why you wanted to keep it?”
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Jaskier puts the container in the fridge and brings out the stuff to make a sundae. He answers her comment while peeling some fruit.
"It was good, sure, but it's more about not wasting food. If it's not rotten, why throw it away?"
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His explanation makes sense. Her parents used to harp on her for wasting food despite having plenty of it in the kitchen. “Is there enough to make another meal out of it?”
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He nods at her question while handing her a kiwi. Get peeling too, Midge. "For just one person? As long as they don't have a witcher's appetite, sure. It saves you in a pinch. Great breakfast, too, if you wake up with a hangover and no energy to cook."
Talking from experience? Maybe.
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Putting her to work? So rude. Midge gets a knife and starts chopping. “How would you know about that?” she teases. “Well, feel free to take it with you. I guess when I cook for your family I need to plan for the fact that Geralt eats enough for what? Two people? Three people?”
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Midge's question is a good one, thank goodness she thought of it. Jaskier isn't used to having people worrying about Geralt's eating habits. "We'll have a nice, quiet day at home, so... Two people, yeah. Mayhaps a person and a half. He eats more when he's recovering or training. Witchering takes a lot out of him."
He finishes peeling a banana, but he doesn't chop it yet - looking at its shape, he gets an idea. There's something he likes to show off and hasn't been able to do with Midge for obvious reasons.
"Want to see something neat?"
Jaskier puts the banana in his mouth, but he doesn't bite it - in fact, it keeps going further back. It turns out Jaskier doesn't have a gag reflex, so he can deep throat (and nobody is surprised). He only leaves there for two seconds before taking it out, and he rubs his throat. "Fuck, hadn't done that in a while."
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Her eyes grow wide as she watches Jaskier put the banana in his mouth. She immediately puts two and two together and hopes that he won’t mind this joke.
“No wonder the men liked you.”
Midge can’t really do that. She hopes he doesn’t mind.
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