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.
He does care about her comfort, but the main reason this has become a reflex for him is that he's sucked enough dick in his life to remember what happens to your poor knees.
Jaskier whimpers again when she calls him a good boy and he buries his fingers in her hair, scratching a little but fighting the urge to push. Soon, his moans are echoing in the room, Midge's name interjected between moans. Her mouth is lovely, and she's slowly lighting his whole body on fire.
His reactions whenever she does this are always top notch. Midge wishes she could move outside of her body in order to watch him better.
With her free hand, she reaches down to stroke and play with his asshole, knowing how much he loves it. After taking his cock in deep and holding it for a second, Midge slides him out so that she can breathe. Her tongue moves up the underside of his cock.
“I love this very troublesome cock,” she tells him. “I love pleasing you like this.”
Her big blue eyes meet his as Midge takes him into her mouth again.
"Fuck yessss," he cries out when she touches his asshole, his whole back arching at the contact. Her tongue doesn't give him time to breathe and his hand accidentally pulls her hair as his whole body boils in pleasure.
Thankfully, she pulls away before he loses control. Jaskier is panting but still manages to smile at her, blue meeting blue.
"And you look so fucking beautiful while doing it," he responds before loud moans retake control of his throat, leaving him with only her name on his lips.
Midge doesn’t mind him pulling her hair. It wasn’t hard and it didn’t hurt much. She can’t blame him for getting carried away in the heat of the moment.
She winks at him, then starts to suck his cock in earnest, pumping him in and out of her mouth at a rapid pace. Meanwhile, her fingertip presses into his asshole. Her aim is clearly to get him off at this point.
Jaskier falls back on the bed when her finger presses in, the sensation wonderful on its own but made better by how Midge is daring to do with him. His legs tremble in the air as his loudest moan yet fills the room.
"Almost there... please, love..." As his heels dig into the side of the bed, he can't stop his body from thrusting into her mouth, not realizing that he's doing it. "Just a -ah, ah- a little more..."
The thrusting into her mouth surprises her and her pace falters for just a second. Midge pulls back a little and is able to compensate for it. Regaining her original pace, she doesn’t stop, despite his flailing. How she wishes she could watch him.
When it seems like he’s going to come, Midge pushes his cock into her mouth and holds him there, wanting him to finish in the back of her throat.
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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 ♫"
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“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."
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“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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“Mmm, you’re such a good boy.” Midge winks at him, then gets back to work.
After sucking on the head of his cock for a moment, she starts to pump it in and out of her mouth, going slow enough to take a bit more each time.
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Jaskier whimpers again when she calls him a good boy and he buries his fingers in her hair, scratching a little but fighting the urge to push. Soon, his moans are echoing in the room, Midge's name interjected between moans. Her mouth is lovely, and she's slowly lighting his whole body on fire.
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With her free hand, she reaches down to stroke and play with his asshole, knowing how much he loves it. After taking his cock in deep and holding it for a second, Midge slides him out so that she can breathe. Her tongue moves up the underside of his cock.
“I love this very troublesome cock,” she tells him. “I love pleasing you like this.”
Her big blue eyes meet his as Midge takes him into her mouth again.
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Thankfully, she pulls away before he loses control. Jaskier is panting but still manages to smile at her, blue meeting blue.
"And you look so fucking beautiful while doing it," he responds before loud moans retake control of his throat, leaving him with only her name on his lips.
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She winks at him, then starts to suck his cock in earnest, pumping him in and out of her mouth at a rapid pace. Meanwhile, her fingertip presses into his asshole. Her aim is clearly to get him off at this point.
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"Almost there... please, love..." As his heels dig into the side of the bed, he can't stop his body from thrusting into her mouth, not realizing that he's doing it. "Just a -ah, ah- a little more..."
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When it seems like he’s going to come, Midge pushes his cock into her mouth and holds him there, wanting him to finish in the back of her throat.
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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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