#afterhours cw food kink

[afterhoursfic]

Hi! If it's your cup of tea, how about Jaskier's awakening to food kink? like some good ol inappropriate use of honey^^

So this is my first time writing anything like this so I’m sorry if it isn’t great but I hope you enjoy it anyway 

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He doesn’t know when he started to think of food differently. Maybe it was when the barmaid in Oxenfurt would put a cherry in her mouth and a minute later spit the pip out with the stem in a knot, and later that night he’d learned her tongue could do a fair few other things as well.

It kept happening, she’d catch his eye before popping it into her mouth and when he’d next turn to her, out on her tongue was the stem in a perfect knot every time and only a few minutes later they were pressed up against a wall rutting like animals.

Or maybe it was the farmer's daughter in some no name village who had sat on a stool with her tits practically hanging out as she held his gaze and teased her mouth around the tip of a banana before swallowing it almost whole. She had demonstrated her skills to him an hour later round the back of her house where he possibly received the best blowjob of his life before her mother came storming out. He never looked at the fruit the same way.

It became a habit then, to see the explicit in anything people ate, from the pie one woman bought still warm from the bakery that he couldn’t help but think of sinking his cock into, or the cream one maid spilled over herself and looked far too much like come painting her chest that he desperately wanted to lick off before replacing it with his own.

Even when Saovine comes around and he sees people carving holes into their pumpkins, albeit to make a scary face, but all he can think of was making one just big enough to fit his cock, what the squeeze of it would feel like and the cool of it against his cock, hot and leaking, but he kept his resolve and turned his head the other way when the thoughts came to him.

His answer came to him one spring as he traveled through a quaint little town on market day, and came in the form of one seller practically shoving a jar of honey into his hand, insisting the master dandelion take the gracious gift and if he was willing to play for them.

He couldn’t refuse, especially at the thought of sticky fingers dragging along his chest, the insides of his thighs, and even up to his cock, speaking of he had to adjust himself a little before he performed because it wouldn’t do for the whole town to see how eager he was to get somewhere private.

In the end, he played for just over an hour, and after a bit of bargaining got a razor and some soap from another vendor, he may be horny but he wasn’t exactly stupid.

The process to shave the hair around his cock, balls, and chest was intimate and its own kind of foreplay, a tease waiting on things to come and was enough to get him hard before he’d even reached for the jar.

It was perfect really, a proper jar of honey, one that won’t grow stale or mold on the road, and he can excuse it as being a sweet treat as he traveled, seemingly innocuous to anyone that asked, except for him of course.

First, he dipped the tips of a couple of fingers in, just felt the drag of it as he moved his fingers before bringing it to his mouth where he eagerly shoved them into his mouth, licking every inch of them off, even nipping at his fingers when he was done until he spared a thought to get more, moaning when the taste of it hit his tongue again, it really was good honey.

Next, he moved to one of his nipples, he didn’t use a lot so he could feel his fingers stick and drag against the skin, the tug of it so sensitive it was like lightning under his skin and left him gasping. He brought his other hand up, bare, so he could compare the feel of it, disappointed for a moment at how unsatisfying it felt, even as he pinched his nipple, he couldn’t even get his skin to pebble in excitement, it may have been a loose shirt teasing his nipple for all the effect it had, so could he be blamed for dipping two of those fingers into the honey as well and brought them back up to tease.

It felt good, better than good just knowing he was doing something wrong but getting a thrill out of it anyway. He’s sure if he tried, he could come just like this, teasing sticky fingers over his nipples, even straying them a little to matt in his chest hair, just to feel the pull of it, slowly wandering lower and lower until…

He pulled his hand away with a hiss as his cock jumped as if eager to get a hand on it and fuck if he wasn’t desperate too, but he went to grab more honey, skirting his hand around his cock to go lower to tease and squeeze his balls, smearing the honey into the soft skin and biting back a groan when he pulls it off and feels the slightest sting of pain when he has to slowly pry his hand off, only to do it again and again until it loses its effect, scooping some more honey out of the jar to do it again and again.

At this point his cock was steadily leaking pre across his stomach, begging for attention and Jaskier didn’t think he could wait any longer, so he scooped another healthy helping of honey, only half mournful given how he’d used a good portion of the jar already, maybe he’ll make a detour through the town tomorrow, put on some charm and hope for another generous gift.

That thought was quickly swept aside with any other thought other than ‘good’ and ‘fuck yes’ when he wrapped his hand around his cock. The honey was slightly cold, making his cock twitch at the touch but it only made him moan as he slowly stroked his hand up his cock, dragging out the movement so he could feel the honey cover his cock and feel the pull of it as he steadily moved his hand.

The sound was obscene, almost like he was fucking a wet cunt, but gods this felt so much better, bracing his hand on the wall his head hanged down as he slowly fucked his fist so he could draw out the touch and feel the drag of his cock sticking against his hand.

He lost track of time like that, it was only when the honey was beginning to feel a bit tacky and sticking a bit too much for comfort, but with still a delicious lick of pain, he started to fuck his fist faster. He had to bite his lip to stop himself from smearing a thumb over the head of his cock and watch his precome mix with the honey before sucking it off of the digit, another time.

He knew he wouldn’t last long, hell he’d been teasing himself for gods knew how long, and he was desperate for it. It was just when he was beginning to feel that curl in his gut that meant he was close that he got the idea, haphazardly reaching for the jar and when he did he angled it so when he next fucked his fist, the tip of his cock went into the remaining honey and he’d barely got his head into it when he came with a curse.

Slowly he fucked himself through it, leaving the tip of his cock in the honey as he stroked the base of it, his other hand moving to squeeze his balls and draw his orgasm out longer, especially when he felt his hand truly, almost painfully, get stuck to the skin.

Clean up was going to be a bitch, he needed some warm water and a scrap of cloth, but he could wait a little longer, with his cock sensitive and still aching for release, and groaning as he pulls his cock out of the jar and watches as honey drips off the end of it ever so slowly like the continents greatest tease. What he wouldn’t give to be able to suck his own cock right now.

For now, he was definitely going to make use of how sensitive he felt, especially when he laid back against the bed and felt the head of his cock, still covered in thick honey drag along his thigh, leaving a sticky trail to where it now rested and twitched at his stomach again.

Right now, though he was going to test if he really could get himself off just playing with nipples, hard and sticky with dried honey, and if he teased a finger over the head of his cock, collecting the honey gathered there to tease at his hole well it was nobody’s business but his. Maybe next time he’d ask for a nice jam instead, thick but a little easier to fuck into and his cock was definitely on board with how it twitched in anticipation.