this was inspired after i read a kinktober fic by @wholoveseggs with this same prompt… which is a trope i love so much

“gods above.” your newly husband, jacaerys velaryon, had groaned, one palm pressed against the space where your neck met your shoulder, fingers dancing along your spine with your back faced to him. “is this corset supposed to be a labyrinth of sorts?”

his palm moved down the expanse of your back, nimble fingers tangling in the laces of your corset. tonight had been your wedding, and after years of betrothal and courting, years of pining and longing, jace finally had what he wanted in the palm of his hands.

the entire night, jace had been staring at you longingly, imaging when he was finally able to rid you of the albeit gorgeous dress you wore so he could ravish your skin. he’d wanted this for as long as he could remember, and now that it was finally happening, his eagerness ran hot and his patience ran thin.

a laugh bubbled from your lips, hands clasped in front of you in excitement and nervousness. “the maids made sure it was superbly confined to my frame.” your response had come out in a whisper, leaving jace to forget his frustration for a second to coo at your breathless voice. “i’m sorry, my love.”

“oh sweet girl,” jace breathed, the fingers entwined in your laces tugging harshly so your back pressed firmly against his front. you gasped, a blush creeping along your cheeks as jace’s nose bumped against your jaw. “don’t apologize. if you would only give me a moment…”

with a harsh downwards motion, jace yanked at the laces, the sound of fraying and pulled apart silk permeating through your ears as your beloved husband ripped the back of your corset wide open. a gasp so intense it shocked your bones tore from your lips, body jolting with jace’s ministrations.

the brute force of it all made you bite your lip, core becoming impossibly wet as you thought about jace using that type of strength with you when you finally bedded each other. as the corset loosened around your body, the hungry eyes of your husband took in your exposed frame, his tongue kissing his teeth before he spun you around, leaving the dress to pool at your feet.

“now theres my pretty girl.” you didn’t even have time to chastise jace for ripping your dress, the wily prince crooking two of his fingers, beckoning you over with a grin.