Can I please request Renfri x Jaskier from the smut prompts list "I'm sorry I keep staring, but you're really the hottest thing I've ever seen in my entire life and I don't know what to do about it." + "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into." "Why don't you show me then?" (Bc that would be so HOT! 😈😍🙈)
How did I never think of Renfri x Jaskier before???? Iconic. I decided to fuck with canon a lil here (I mean, they’re gonna bang so how canon compliant could it be?) so basically the exposition is that Jaskier and Renfri interacted briefly in the past because of being mutual friends with Geralt. And Renfri is older than him, but not like a ton. I don’t care that this is not book accurate LEAF ME ALONE
“What are you drinking?” she heard a voice from her side. She turned to find a young man with wavy brown hair and an eager look in his eyes. She didn’t even answer, just chuckled condescendingly and turned back to her mug of ale. “Don’t say you don’t remember me,” he frowned. She gave him another look and suddenly she did recognize him.
“The bard… from Novigrad,” she remembered.
“Jaskier- but I’m sure you didn’t forget that,” he smiled. She rolled her eyes.
“Nice bumping into you, but I’m having a very important conversation with this booze,” she dismissed.
“Hey, I’m out on a limb here,” Jaskier protested. Renfri gave him a stronger look after that.
“Out on a limb?!” she repeated.
“Yeah, I’m trying to buy you a drink,” he explained. “Did you not notice that?”
“Are you sure you’re old enough?” she scoffed.
Jaskier stepped back. “Suit yourself, but I didn’t peg you as the type to turn down getting drunk for free.”
She almost let him walk away, but finally relented and grabbed him by the doublet, pulling him back to sit next to her.
“Fine. But don’t bother me,” she warned.
“No promises,” he smiled as he reached for his coin purse and got the barkeep’s attention.
They got drunk enough that she found a way to tolerate him, and he found a way to forgive her biting comments, and a few drinks after that was enough for them to start laughing with each other over nothing in particular.
But then Jaskier wasn’t laughing anymore, his face a lot more serious and his gaze a lot more… exploratory.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked hesitantly. He jumped as if awoken from a trance.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, but it was just a few more minutes before he was doing it again.
“Hey, quit that!” she protested.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to gawk at you, it’s just…”
“You’re wondering if my dress would fit you?” Renfri suggested mockingly.
“It’s just that you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life,” he continued, “and I’m not sure what to do about it.”
A silent moment passed; a very long one, in fact. It ended when Renfri looked back to her drink and laughed.
“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, kid,” she sighed.
“Why don’t you show me then?” Jaskier quipped. Renfri grabbed him by the collar, intending to scare him off, but he just smiled even wider.
“I’m not the sort of girl you take home to meet your parents, you know,” she growled.
“Not my intentions at all, I promise,” he winked.
She examined his face and she kept trying to toss him down to the floor but it never worked, like all her arm was willing to do was pull him into a bruising kiss- which it promptly did.
He tasted like ale, mostly, with a hint of spearmint and honey behind it all.
And she didn’t remember exactly when they stumbled into an alley, when they found an inn and got a room for the night, but she definitely remembered the way he kissed down her neck and shoulders as he slid off her blouse. And she remembered how he knelt before her to pull down her trousers, only to immediately bury his face between her legs. She was pretty sure she’d never done this standing up, and she realized why: her knees started to quiver and she was afraid to fall. She was even more afraid to show how good it felt, how quickly he’d made her crave him.
When she couldn’t stand anymore (literally, but also in terms of patience), she shoved him back onto the bed, getting his clothes off just enough so she could run his hands over his chest while she rode him. He made the cutest sound when she slipped him into her, thankfully it was loud enough to mask her own moan.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Jaskier sighed, looking up at her.
“Shut up,” she hissed, moving her hips against his with just a bit more urgency. His hands reached up to hold her waist but she grabbed them by the wrist and held them back down above his head. He seemed to like that a lot considering the noise he made. All the noise she allowed herself was heavy breathing, and even that she wanted to suppress better than she currently was. Of course, deep down she wanted to moan and scream and beg and call out his name but thankfully she wasn’t that drunk.
He sat up and wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her closer to him. He left bites and kisses along her collarbones until her head rolled back.
Really, it was all fun and games until he grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over, landing on top of her and near-instantly thrusting deeply and firmly.
“Ah,” she moaned, barely loud enough to hear. He looked down at her intently, and she looked back with determination. Maybe if she put on her best mean face, he’d stop looking back with (don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it) love in his eyes. It only made it worse.
“Quit looking at me like that,” she frowned.
“Like what?”
“Like… like this is more important than it is.”
“This is very, very important to me and I have no way of hiding that from you,” he smiled.
“Don’t smile at me like that, either” she continued, but her voice was breathier as she struggled to hide the effect his movements were having on her. He didn’t say anything but leaned down to kiss her neck, and he took a little of his frustration out on her with needy bites to her shoulder and earlobe.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
“Are you gonna come?” he asked teasingly.
“Not if you keep fucking talking,” she groaned.
He didn’t actually believe that was true, but her impending orgasm just seemed to make her even angrier and it was beautiful but scary (summary of the woman overall, really) so he decided to obey.
He reached down to rub at her bundle of nerves, and bent down to lick and suck and bite gently at a hardened nipple, and damn it was hard to keep from moaning.
“Jask-” she began, but stopped. He bit down on her nipple harder- not that hard, of course, but definitely hard enough to get the message across.
“Say it,” he demanded, the skin still between his teeth.
“Jaskier!” she yelped, just as her orgasm overtook her with shaking legs and an arching back and a choked moan.
He pulled her into another kiss, and as he pulled out, she did not care at all for how much she wanted him to stay inside.
And when she kicked him out of bed saying she doesn’t do sleepovers, she really didn’t care that he looked a little hurt and even surprised- why would he be surprised, considering how this all began?
And when she laid awake that night, she really, really hated that she wished she could hold him close and fall asleep with her head on his chest.
