His whole body shivers when she calls him both a dirty and a good boy, nails digging into her breasts a little. She's taking control, and that already is hot as fuck on its own. But taking control while wearing his shirt? The most erotic thing he's seen in his life, and he means it.

Before he can reply, Midge is sinking on his cock, and Jaskier moans as he arches his back. His heels slip as they fail to find purchase because they're on the floor instead of a mattress, but honestly, it makes it better - they are in another person's kitchen, a kitchen with a very messy floor caused by melting ice, the rolling fruit, and the dripping syrup bottle. The fact that their sex has caused this is a hell of a thrill.

"Fuck-- yes, yes, yes, I'll be your dirtiest, best boy, my lady goddess..." She's tight, and wet, and warm, and she's taken him in one go. His brain will melt under all the arousal any second now. His body wiggles again, desperate for friction, and he whimpers in the neediest way. "I'm all yours, Your Magnificence, please..."