"A prisoner?" He makes a very exaggerated snort just for the dramatics. "Hard to call it that when you stay with me willingly, dear."
His free hand raises to play with her tit, squeezing it and tasing the nipple. His cock is slowly awakening under her, aroused by the incredibly erotic sight in the mirror. Once Midge is wet enough, Jaskier gently inserts his first finger, thrusting slowly for now.
"You always come back for more. You know nobody will treat you like I do. You need to be fucked nicely and thoroughly. You want to be fucked nicely and thoroughly. You want to be debauched."
Midge leans her head back on Jaskier’s shoulder. She hums in pleasure when she feels his finger slide in.
“I do,” she confirms. “I think you have me under some kind of spell, one where I crave your cock all the time.”
Even though she’s trying to patient, trying to make this a big orgasm, Midge still squirms against him. It’s hard to sit still with his hardening cock pressed against her ass and his finger pushing inside of her.
"I don't need a spell to make you beg. Impatient, aren't we?"
Jaskier inserts a second finger and starts fucking her more thoroughly, making sure his fingertips brush her special spot every time. With the way she exposes her neck, it's impossible for him not to kiss it. His other hand never leaves her breast, making it an attack on all senses - but he doesn't touch her clit quite yet.
"Be a good girl for me, Miriam. Ask for what you want."
Jaskier knows exactly how to play her body like a lute. Midge can’t help the little mewling sound she makes each time his fingertips brush over that spot deep inside of her.
“I’ll be such a good girl for you. I promise. Please keep touching me like that.”
Her eyes are glued to the mirror, her mouth open as she pants softly.
That mewling sound is the most erotic music, and Jaskier can't help but thrust into her, the tip of his cock already dripping precum.
"How am I supposed to say no when you make such sweet sounds for me?"
His fingers thrust one last time and stay inside to rub her special spot while his thumb finally descends on her clit, rubbing it easily thanks to all her slick. Jaskier looks at the mirror too and groans at the sight.
"Look at you, so open and willing. Offering yourself to me without inhibitions. Embrace the pleasure, love. Let it cloud your mind and elevate your soul."
"Squirming with impatience, yet begging me to slow down. What a delicious contradiction."
His fingers slow down, abandoning her clit and thrusting more slowly, only teasing her spot instead of pressing it. His other hand leaves her tit to caress her stomach, enjoying the feeling of the fabric against calloused fingertips.
"You are a feast for the eyes and ears. I would record you like this just to watch you like a piece of art, to find inspiration in every twitch of your legs and every moan on your tongue."
He’s right. She wants everything at once, and not having it is making her feel deliciously frustrated. Midge breathes, concentrating on his teasing fingers and not the way her clit throbs with need.
When she finally gives in, the orgasm will be worth it.
“Why film it when you can have the real thing in your lap, in your bed, on your cock, whenever you want it? You know I’m easy for you, Jaskier. I love to keep you satisfied.”
"Whenever I want it? I can't actually keep you in my room all week long, can I? You have to go back to your family."
His fingers never stop thrusting, although now he lets his thumb brush her clit, just to tease her a little more. He can see her trying to make this last, and is so proud of her for taking her moment to bask in the actual pleasure, to learn that as amazing as orgasms are, having sex is an art, too.
"You have to go out there and pretend to be a good little citizen, getting groceries and bathing your children, while pretending you're not thinking about my cock and bottling up the raw need to be debauched all over again."
She gives a little grunt of frustration, a noise that he will no doubt find adorable.
“I love it,” she pants. “I love you.”
Midge can feel the orgasm simmering inside her. She’s just on the verge of it. If Jaskier starts to touch her in earnest, it will mushroom and overtake her.
“Please,” she asks nicely, her legs starting to tremble, though she keeps them spread wide for his hand. “I’m ready. I’ve been a good girl for you, haven’t I?”
The trembling legs are enough of a signal, but Midge begs on top of it, and there's no way Jaskier can say no. The treatment from before returns: his free hand pinches her nipple, his fingers go as deep as possible to enthusiastically rub her spot, and his thumb finally takes proper care of her clit.
"Yes, you have. You've been very good, naughty girl," he replies in between kisses to her neck. "Look at my fingers on your cunt and come for me."
It’s a good thing there’s an enchantment on Jaskier’s room. The sounds that Midge makes would easily be heard throughout the whole house. Her body stiffens before she lets out a wail of pleasure. She trembles as the orgasm rushes through her, her head thrown back on his shoulder. Wave after wave of pleasure courses through her until she feels like she can’t take it anymore. As it subsides, Midge slumps against him, panting and completely spent.
"Yes, good, sing for me, dear siren." Jaskier's fingers never stop moving, helping her ride the orgasm to the very end. His own body tingles as well, delighted by the music she's making. His eyes never leave the mirror, and he truly wishes this could be captured in a painting because she's a masterpiece. "Give your body up to pure elation. And look at that elation in the mirror, watch it destroy every fine fabric and bright makeup to only leave you."
Once she collapses, Jaskier craddles her on his lap and nuzzles her hair, humming while giving her time to recover.
Midge curls up against him, her head tucked under his neck as she enjoys the sensation of his arms around her. There’s nothing better than being held after a really good orgasm.
“I love you,” she murmurs, putting a hand on his chest and stroking him gently with her fingertips. “You… make me feel…”
Her brain is still rebooting, Jaskier. She’s going to need a minute before she can formulate a clear thought.
That's adorable, and Jaskier can't help but chuckle.
"Speechless?" he adds to finish the sentence. "Please rest, love. I'm not going anywhere." Then he sings for her in a low, affectionate voice.
"♫ They call it love, call it love, call it madness Think of all the lonely hearts We don't know how lucky we are You can call it love, call it love, call it madness But words will never be enough So call it madness, call it stupid, call it love ♫"
Midge smiles happily against his chest as he sings to her. The sound of his voice is so soothing. She gives him a tender kiss when he finishes.
“You make me feel like I can really be myself around you. I don’t have to hide behind clothes or makeup. You love me for the way that I am.”
It’s a feeling that she’s never really felt before, not even with Joel. In fact, Midge never even knew that she was hiding anything. Jaskier has opened her eyes to a lot of things.
She tears up, the wipes at her eyes. “Sorry… I think it’s the hormones.” An orgasm so good it brought her to tears.
Jaskier's about to respond with some loving words back, but then she tears up and he's shocked for a second, wondering if he did something wrong. Thankfully, she's just being emotional. And being able to express that is always a good thing.
"Oh, darling..." he whispers before gently cupping her face and kissing the tears away. "Never apologize for expressing your feelings. I'm so proud of you for discovering all these things, for not being scared of them, for embracing them. Everyone should be loved for who they truly are. It's the bare minimum. It's what you deserve." He kisses her softly, then. "I want you to be comfortable in your own skin and be proud of who you are, too."
They’re happy tears. Midge is so glad that she met him, and so glad that he’s decided to be in a relationship with her.
“I want that for you too,” she replies, gently stroking his hair. “Never be sorry for any of the parts of you that others might find weird. Those are the things that I love about you.”
"You're very sweet, love. Rest assured, I don't know the meaning of shame." And some people may see that as a flaw. He kisses her cheek, happily purring at the hand on his hair. "Of course, Ciri takes some offence to that." Wink~
“As all teenagers do,” Midge replies. “Most teenagers want nothing more than to be considered normal.” Which is probably why Ciri is feeling weird about her powers.
Midge kisses Jaskier tenderly. “But I enjoy being a freak like you. Every minute I spend with you I get more and more comfortable with the idea.”
A very happy chuckle after kissing her back. "Good. Mediocrity is boring as fuck." He kisses her again. "We shall go from stage to stage-" And again. "And conquer the whole bloody world." And again. "Until they're begging us to teach them to be freaks like us." A longer, deeper kiss.
"Throbbing," he replies without hesitation, thrusting his hips against her ass and whimpering a little. "Are you saying that you're ready to go again?"
Because he isn't sure how much longer he can wait.
The sight of her between his legs will always be amazing. He grabs a pillow from his comfy pile and throws it on the ground so she can use it for her knees, but before he can say anything else, she's already teasing him. Jaskier throws his head back and moans loudly.
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His free hand raises to play with her tit, squeezing it and tasing the nipple. His cock is slowly awakening under her, aroused by the incredibly erotic sight in the mirror. Once Midge is wet enough, Jaskier gently inserts his first finger, thrusting slowly for now.
"You always come back for more. You know nobody will treat you like I do. You need to be fucked nicely and thoroughly. You want to be fucked nicely and thoroughly. You want to be debauched."
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“I do,” she confirms. “I think you have me under some kind of spell, one where I crave your cock all the time.”
Even though she’s trying to patient, trying to make this a big orgasm, Midge still squirms against him. It’s hard to sit still with his hardening cock pressed against her ass and his finger pushing inside of her.
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Jaskier inserts a second finger and starts fucking her more thoroughly, making sure his fingertips brush her special spot every time. With the way she exposes her neck, it's impossible for him not to kiss it. His other hand never leaves her breast, making it an attack on all senses - but he doesn't touch her clit quite yet.
"Be a good girl for me, Miriam. Ask for what you want."
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Jaskier knows exactly how to play her body like a lute. Midge can’t help the little mewling sound she makes each time his fingertips brush over that spot deep inside of her.
“I’ll be such a good girl for you. I promise. Please keep touching me like that.”
Her eyes are glued to the mirror, her mouth open as she pants softly.
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"How am I supposed to say no when you make such sweet sounds for me?"
His fingers thrust one last time and stay inside to rub her special spot while his thumb finally descends on her clit, rubbing it easily thanks to all her slick. Jaskier looks at the mirror too and groans at the sight.
"Look at you, so open and willing. Offering yourself to me without inhibitions. Embrace the pleasure, love. Let it cloud your mind and elevate your soul."
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“Feels so good…” she gasps. “Tease me… not ready…”
Midge doesn’t want this to be over yet. Hopefully he’s not feeling so desperate to be inside her that he doesn’t mind prolonging her pleasure a bit.
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His fingers slow down, abandoning her clit and thrusting more slowly, only teasing her spot instead of pressing it. His other hand leaves her tit to caress her stomach, enjoying the feeling of the fabric against calloused fingertips.
"You are a feast for the eyes and ears. I would record you like this just to watch you like a piece of art, to find inspiration in every twitch of your legs and every moan on your tongue."
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He’s right. She wants everything at once, and not having it is making her feel deliciously frustrated. Midge breathes, concentrating on his teasing fingers and not the way her clit throbs with need.
When she finally gives in, the orgasm will be worth it.
“Why film it when you can have the real thing in your lap, in your bed, on your cock, whenever you want it? You know I’m easy for you, Jaskier. I love to keep you satisfied.”
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His fingers never stop thrusting, although now he lets his thumb brush her clit, just to tease her a little more. He can see her trying to make this last, and is so proud of her for taking her moment to bask in the actual pleasure, to learn that as amazing as orgasms are, having sex is an art, too.
"You have to go out there and pretend to be a good little citizen, getting groceries and bathing your children, while pretending you're not thinking about my cock and bottling up the raw need to be debauched all over again."
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“I love it,” she pants. “I love you.”
Midge can feel the orgasm simmering inside her. She’s just on the verge of it. If Jaskier starts to touch her in earnest, it will mushroom and overtake her.
“Please,” she asks nicely, her legs starting to tremble, though she keeps them spread wide for his hand. “I’m ready. I’ve been a good girl for you, haven’t I?”
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The trembling legs are enough of a signal, but Midge begs on top of it, and there's no way Jaskier can say no. The treatment from before returns: his free hand pinches her nipple, his fingers go as deep as possible to enthusiastically rub her spot, and his thumb finally takes proper care of her clit.
"Yes, you have. You've been very good, naughty girl," he replies in between kisses to her neck. "Look at my fingers on your cunt and come for me."
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Once she collapses, Jaskier craddles her on his lap and nuzzles her hair, humming while giving her time to recover.
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“I love you,” she murmurs, putting a hand on his chest and stroking him gently with her fingertips. “You… make me feel…”
Her brain is still rebooting, Jaskier. She’s going to need a minute before she can formulate a clear thought.
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"Speechless?" he adds to finish the sentence. "Please rest, love. I'm not going anywhere." Then he sings for her in a low, affectionate voice.
"♫ They call it love, call it love, call it madness
Think of all the lonely hearts
We don't know how lucky we are
You can call it love, call it love, call it madness
But words will never be enough
So call it madness, call it stupid, call it love ♫"
Sorry about this Jask
“You make me feel like I can really be myself around you. I don’t have to hide behind clothes or makeup. You love me for the way that I am.”
It’s a feeling that she’s never really felt before, not even with Joel. In fact, Midge never even knew that she was hiding anything. Jaskier has opened her eyes to a lot of things.
She tears up, the wipes at her eyes. “Sorry… I think it’s the hormones.” An orgasm so good it brought her to tears.
oh Midge ;;
"Oh, darling..." he whispers before gently cupping her face and kissing the tears away. "Never apologize for expressing your feelings. I'm so proud of you for discovering all these things, for not being scared of them, for embracing them. Everyone should be loved for who they truly are. It's the bare minimum. It's what you deserve." He kisses her softly, then. "I want you to be comfortable in your own skin and be proud of who you are, too."
So emotional
“I want that for you too,” she replies, gently stroking his hair. “Never be sorry for any of the parts of you that others might find weird. Those are the things that I love about you.”
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Midge kisses Jaskier tenderly. “But I enjoy being a freak like you. Every minute I spend with you I get more and more comfortable with the idea.”
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Reaching her arms above her head, Midge stretches and leans back a little.
“How’s your cock, my love?”
From what she can see? Hard.
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Because he isn't sure how much longer he can wait.
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“How about this…?”
She eases herself off of his lap and gets down on her knees on the floor between his legs.
“I make you come with my mouth, then we take a little break, and then you fuck me from behind, when we’re both fully recovered.”
She can practically see him throbbing as she wraps her fingers around his erection. Her tongue flicks over the head, licking up a bead of precum.
“Sound good?”
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The sight of her between his legs will always be amazing. He grabs a pillow from his comfy pile and throws it on the ground so she can use it for her knees, but before he can say anything else, she's already teasing him. Jaskier throws his head back and moans loudly.
"Yesyesyes, please..."
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I wanted to have her run into Yen or Geralt lol. She still can.
oh yes no worries, I got it
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Why do I feel like this conversation is going to end badly?
time to make popcorn
welp
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