hi, may I have 10. staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in for Jaskier/Dandelion maybe? <3
I was literally thinking about this all day. I love it. I love them. This one gets smutty so 18+ people!
Warnings: Sexual content but nothing overly kinky. All smut occurs undercut. So stop there if you are under 18 or don’t want to read it.
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Jaskier stared at the bard before him. He was spending the winter at Oxenfurt. The teaching salary and promise of luxury for months had lured him in. After spending the majority of the year on damp bedrolls and eating bland varieties of deer and rabbit, he needed the soft dorms of his university. What he hadn’t been expecting was to find a bard going by the name of Dandelion in his office when he arrived.
The bard was taller than he was, dressed in a fine lilac ensemble with a matching hat. There was a long heron feather pinned to his hat and soft blond curls were falling down past his shoulders and fuck Jaskier was weak for long hair. Dandelion’s eyes were most startling. It was like looking into a mirror. Bright cornflower blue eyes stared back at him, shining with curiosity. Jaskier tilted his head and Dandelion mirrored the action, the feather in his hat flopping to one side.
“So you’re me?” They said together and then laughed, their voices joining together in a gorgeous harmony.
Jaskier knew the fact that Dandelion was another version of him should really be disconcerting but he was curious! Plus the poet was ever so attractive. Dandelion’s tongue flicked out to lick his lips. Jaskier couldn’t help but track the movement with his eyes. He swallowed and forced his gaze back up to those gorgeous blue eyes. The golden strands of Dandelion’s hair really complimented his eyes. There was a curl that was out of place and tickling the blond’s cheek so Jaskier reached out to brush the hair from Dandelion’s face.
Dandelion scoffed. “Really, bard?”
Jaskier raised an eyebrow at the poet. “What?”
“Gently brushing my hair from off my face? I practically invented that move. I’ve lost count of how many pretty maidens I’ve seduced with that one. A dazzling smile, a quick wink and softly brushing her hair from her face.” Dandelion announced and as if to demonstrate he winked at Jaskier, stepping closer to him and then ever so softly tucked his hair behind his ears.
Jaskier’s breath hitched as the poet’s fingers brushed against his ear. He swallowed and bit his lip. Dandelion was too close. He could smell the soft sweet lavender perfume that Dandelion obviously preferred. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Dandelion’s pretty pink lips. They were so close, he could feel Dandelion’s breath on his face.
It was wrong though.
They were practically the same person…. weren’t they?
But as much as they had their similarities, they were different. They were their own people. They had their own songs and their own lives. They had their own stories. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to just…
His eyes flickered up to meet Dandelion’s. The poet’s gaze was dark and his cheeks were flushed. Dandelion cocked his head in a silent question and Jaskier smirked. It seemed he wasn’t the only one having inappropriate thoughts.
“Well?” Dandelion asked, his voice a little hoarse.
“Well what?”
Dandelion huffed and put a hand on his hip. “Did it work? Did I seduce the famous Jaskier?”
Jaskier cupped Dandelion’s cheek and then stroked his thumb along the poet’s bottom lip. Dandelion let out a soft whine at Jaskier’s touch. “Maybe.” He teased. “Your lips are just… sinful, darling.”
Dandelion held Jaskier’s gaze as he wrapped his lips around Jaskier’s thumb and sucked gently. He winked as he pulled off. “Want to taste, bard?”
Jaskier couldn’t resist anymore. Fuck it, he’d tried. He really had. He lunged forward and captured the poet’s lips with his own. It was hot and blistering. Dandelion’s hat fell to the floor as Jaskier’s fingers threaded through the soft golden hair. It was remarkably even softer than it looked. He caught Dandelion’s bottom lip between his teeth and the poet moaned.