#jacaeysxreader

Well, his betrothed, technically, as it was the first thing Jacaerys knew, that once he was of age, he would marry Y/n, which he agreed with, but of course, the war had gotten in the way of the wedding Jacaerys so carved, and now there was even more political nonsense to handle before they'd get their wedding. So unfortunately… he couldn't bed her. at least not yet. So… comprise… was that whenever Jacaerys called for her, she'd let him hump her until he got off or something level of foreplay usually a hand job or a blow job if he was VERY lucky! But he'd laced his britches extra tight tonight just to ensure he wouldn't somehow accidentally slip out and take her maidenhead, which he had been terrified of. Jacaerys was so… utterly obsessed with her. He'd never felt this way about someone EVER! he was so in love, he was obsessed with how sweet she was, she was the only person on earth who could soothe his violent urges and hot-headed nature. She was all he wanted, all he thought about, all he yearned for. He was… hopelessly and eternally whipped for her.

"Hummm…" Y/n hummed as her body was being shoved slightly by the humps Jacaerys kept doing onto her backside. She didn't mind, frankly, she found it rather sweet and adorable that Jacaerys was unable to control himself, and she appreciated that he didn't just grab some random maid or tavern girl to warm his bed; he only wanted her. But of course, this did… Literally nothing for her, just having Jacaerys shirtless behind her, hitting his hips into hers over and over. So she lay on her stomach with a book on Valyrian histories flipping through by candlelight, reading while she listened to him groaning behind her. She still wore her dress but had pulled everything by her slip up to her waist to allow him to at least feel the warmth of her skin.

Jacaerys let out a frustrated sigh, as he leaned down, he placed his left hand beside her head while his right gently placed the book down onto the night stand before he leaned down even more, so his chest was flushed fully against her back and he tucked his head into her neck just behind her ear, he left gentle open mouthed kissed on the side of her neck and down the side of her shoulder. "Are you even paying attention… darling?"

"To what?" She teased,

Jacaerys let out a whine, his hips stuttered for a moment as he nipped lightly at the curve of her shoulder. "To me, you impossible woman-" He groaned with another rough grind against her, voice already wrecked. "You can’t just- nngh- read about histories when I’m trying to ruin you."

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Gods yes- but it'd just be a lot more enjoyable if you were paying attention to me."

"So long as you're having fun, and you get what you desire. Why does it matter what I do?"

"Because it's really kind of difficult to enjoy myself when you're paying more attention to a book than you are to me."

Y/n rolled her eyes and pushed him back, hard enough that his butt hit the mattress. She flipped over and sat against the headboard. She crossed her arms and made sharp eye contact. "Alright, what do you want, Jace?" She asked.

He tilted his head to the side, a small whine still in his voice as he looked up at her, like a kicked puppy. He knew damn well that she knew exactly what he wanted, but had just made him ask for it anyway. "You."

"You can't have me. Not until we're married." She reminded,

Jacaerys groaned at that. He gave her a petulant pout and flopped back onto his back against the mattress with an exaggerated sigh of despair and frustration. "Why'd we have to decide on being traditional?" He whined, glaring up at the ceiling rather than looking at her.

"Because you’re the heir to the throne, and if your many very devout lords found out you'd been bedding a lady while unmarried, they'd come to drag you to the sept for a whipping."

"Can you at least give me a kiss?"

Y/n rolled her eyes a little, knowing he was playing it up for attention. So she gave it to his pitiful self, hitching her dress and pushing him flat on the bed, sitting herself on his lap and resting her hands on his bare chest, "happy?" She asked, brushing her nose with his.

All he could do was let out a soft yes before he leaned up and caught her mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and absolutely ravenous. He let out a muffled whimper against her lips, his hands flying to her hips as if he could physically will the fabric between them away. His breathing was already ragged. "You’re cruel," he gasped when she finally broke the kiss, "Wearing all these layers just to watch me lose my mind—" His grip tightened on her waist, dragging her down harder against him in a way that made his point very clear.

Y/n laughed, "There's only actually two between us."

"Two." His hands slid from her waist to fumble clumsily with the laces of her dress, "That’s… that’s one too many, darling-"

"Jacaerys." She warned, pushing his hands off.

"But-" he protested weakly.

"Oh, for goodness sake." She sighed, "Fine." She agreed, but she grabbed his wrists and pinned them beside his head. "Hands to yourself, or I stop. Understood?"

"Understood," he practically breathed the word out, barely loud enough for her to hear.

Y/n sat up and moved her hand between them, slowly unlacing the lies of his leather britches, tugging on them to undo each lace one by one until the leather parted like a pair of curtains to reveal him to her. Of course, she'd seen it before. Jacaerys wasn't exactly shy with his future bride.

"Fuck-" he choked out, his hips twitched up helplessly, chasing her touch even though she hadn’t quite given him permission yet. "You’re going to kill me. I swear on the fucking Stranger you're going to kill me."

"I'm well aware, I can see that Jacaerys," she smirked, giving his cock a few gentle strokes just to ensure he was giving her his full attention.

"Please," he managed to get out,

Y/n smirked, rather enjoying how utterly pitiful he was. "Is this what you want, Jace?" She teased, sitting back against his knees, and lifting her dress, all of her dress, exposing her pussy completely to him.

Jacaerys's breath hitched so hard it was a wonder he didn't choke, his entire body locked up for a second as he took in the sight of her. His eyes were practically black with want, pupils blown wide and lips parted around shaky breaths. "Y-Yes-" His voice cracked pathetically, "Fucking gods, Y/n- I need you to let me touch you, or I swear I'll lose my damn mind-"

She laughed, "You adore me that much?" She teased, "So? Do you love the look of this part of me, too?" She asked, keeping her dress around her waist, and moving closer, allowing them to make contact skin to skin for the first time in their lives, she let his cock slip softly between her lips, but not inside her, just keeping everything outside for now.

"I love you," he gasped, voice wrecked, "Fuck- I love you so much I can't even think straight-"

"Really?" She chuckled, her hands settling on his stomach, but making sure he could watch as she moved her hips.

He let out a sob at the sensation, his hands flying to her hips, just to feel her. "Really," he choked out between ragged breaths, "I-I’d carve it into my damn ribs if you asked me t-to- fuck! Y/n-" His head thrashed back against the pillows.

"Maybe I will, make you carve my name across your heart… Or somewhere else." She smirked, moving a little faster, letting Jacaerys feel and watch as his cock slipped back and forth between the lips of her pussy, the head disappearing and reappearing with each shift of her hips, at moments inches from the hole he would be allowed to fully indulge and enjoy once they were married, but… Not yet.

"Y-You're trying to kill me,"

"Maybe I am." She chuckled. "You're the one who wanted me to pay attention to you; this is what happens when I pay attention." She growled, her hands coming to unlace the top of her dress just a little more, enough to part the fabric and let Jacaerys see her cleavage.

"Not this kind of attention," he whined back, his hands flexed where they lay on the sheets. He wanted to touch; it took everything he had to stay still.

Y/n laughed her hips getting a little faster, she undid a little more of her dress and grabbed Jacaerys's hands, she kissed his knuckles on both hands before she set his palms against her breasts, still with her corset and slip between them but it as more then she'd ever let him touch before, her wetness starting to gather on his cock as it was still being slipped between her lips.

"Y/n," he groaned. "Gods, the things I want to do to you…"

"I'm well aware what you want to do, Jace. But… You haven't married me yet."

"That's… damn it, that's not fair," he huffed, his hands squeezed her lightly, fingers pressing into her flesh. "You can't keep teasing like this, not when you know how long I've been waiting."

She sighed and hatched an idea. She shifted her hips and allowed the head of his cock to brush against her entrance. "Jacaerys?" She cooed in her sweetest voice litteraly waving her pussy over his cock like a dog treat over a puppy

"Y-Yes?" He managed,

"If you agree that as soon as dawn breaks, we will go to the Dragonstone altar and get married even in the smallest ceremony by the sunrise light, then… I will move down until I stop." Y/n explained,

Jacaerys's entire body froze for a second, his brain short-circuiting as he processed what she was saying. "Now?" he rasped, eyes wild and desperate, "Right now- right this damn second? Swear it to me. Swear you won't change your mind."

"Mhm, I swear if you agree and hand over the ring you've got hidden away, I will sink down until our hips meet and ride you like my own purebred stallion until you give me a baby."

His breath caught in his chest at that. That was… that was the single hottest thing she'd ever spoken into existence, and it lit a fire beneath his skin in the most delicious way. He had to remind himself to breathe as he nodded rapidly, fingers going to his pocket for that damn ring.

Y/n laughed. "You've been keeping it in your pocket this whole time!"

"…Yes?" he finally muttered, looking like a guilty child caught stealing sweets. "It was easier that way. In case I had to propose in the middle of a battle or something."

"I've been looking for it everywhere!" She complained.

Jacaerys let out a sheepish, almost apologetic laugh, rubbing the back of his neck embarrassedly. He gave her his best charming smile and held the ring out for her in a slightly shaky hand. "Does this mean I get lucky tonight?" he teased, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive whisper.

Y/n returned to her chambers, eager to remove her boots and heavy riding gear. She yawned as soon as she opened the door, heading to the couch to begin the long process of undressing into something more comfortable and cosy for the evening.

“Where have you been?” Jacaerys’ voice spoke up, as he emerged from the balcony where he’d no doubt been waiting for her,

She jumped out of her skin, pressing her hand to her heart as she yelped and caught herself. “Jace… you frightened me.”

“Where have you been, Y/n?” he asked with a firmer tone,

“I went out riding, my love. Is that such a crime?”

“I don’t recall giving you permission.”

She turned and fully met his eyes, “Permission? When have I ever needed your permission to take to the sky?”

“You should have asked me.”

“Should I?”

“Yes. You should. I would have told you not to go.”

“Why?”

“Because you are my wife! And if I order you to stay, you should obey me!”

“Order me?!”

“Yes! You are forbidden from flying. From now on.”

“Forbidden! You cannot forbid me from riding my dragon.”

“I can and I will,” he snapped, “It’s not safe for you to be taking to the skies when Aemond and Vhgar could be looming at every corner!”

She let out a small sigh and got to her feet, taking his hands in her’s, “I understand… You still grieve for your brother. What happened to Lucerys was a terrible loss, but that does not mean Aemond and Vhgar are lurking around every cloud waiting to peck us off one by one. He and Vhgar are in King’s Landing-”

“Which is merely a moment’s ride across Blackwater Bay. He could be on us in seconds.”

“And he won’t. Because the Dragonmount is full of dragons and riders, and even Vhagr could not bear the attack of us all.”

“Still…” he trembled, “I would prefer you stay here… where you are safe.”

“I know,” she smiled, and kissed his forehead tenderly, “but your mother needs riders, and Kyrax will need his legs stretched often if he is to go to war.”

“I do not want you in harm's way,” he said, squeezing her hands, “I am the heir to the throne, do you not think I want to take to the skies and let Vermax fly. But I cannot… I must not… it is not safe for me, and then in turn it is not safe for you. You are my wife, to be my queen, the risk is far to high.”

“There is no place that isn’t harm's way, my love.”

He sighed and relented, “Will you at least promise to tell me, next time you go out?”

“I promise,” she agreed, “And I am sorry I didn’t tell you first.”

“You’re forgiven… You just know how I worry,” He said, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her lips with love and passion,

She happily kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck before she pushed back. “Let me change,” she laughed playfully, pushing him back,

“So long as I can watch?”

“Jace!” she mock protested, as she went to change,

“What? How am I supposed to resist when you look so beautiful?” he smugly chuckled, “You always look so good in your riding gear,” he smirked, giving her a firm smack on the ass,

“Jacaerys!” She yelped, “Hands off!”

“Oh? Am I not allowed to touch?” he raised a brow,

“Jace. Don’t. Push. It.” She playfully warns,

“Push what? You usually like it when I’m pushing things.” He smirked, coming up behind her and pushing his hips against hers,

“Were you really here to be angry about me going out alone?”

“Of course! I was deeply concerned, frightened and angry that you went out alone!”

“Not at all frustrated, because you came to my chambers for a fuck, and I wasn’t here?”

“... That may not have helped.” He whimpered,

She laughed and turned to face him, pressing her body against his. “Did you want attention, my love?”

“Yes, please,” he cooed, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers.

“Come on,” she chuckled, grabbing his hand to lead him to bed,

“YES!” He cheered, squeezing her hand and yanking her across the chamber to the bed, lying himself down and pulling her down on top of him.

“You are so needy these last few weeks,” she smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck and adjusting herself as she could already feel his hard cock through his britches,

“I can’t help it, you're so beautiful,” he panted, grabbing her hips and forcing her down as hard as he could, grinding his hips with urgency and desperation, “Uhhhh-”

“Already?” she chuckled as she pressed kisses down his jaw,

“Yes… You kept me waiting.” He growled, “I don’t like waiting, Y/n.”

“I suppose I should grant you mercy,” she whispered against his lips, but didn’t let them meet,

He moaned softly, parting his lips with need and staring at her plump lips. “Mercy…” He whimpered,

She smirked and pulled back, sitting her hips firmly against his. She began unlacing her riding gear, intending only to slip off her britches and boots so she could satisfy him quickly, but as soon as she got off her britches and boots and went to move her hands to his own, he stopped her.

Jacaerys grabbed her hands, stopping her from unlacing his britches. “No…”

“No?”

“No… You are so beautiful, let me see you… all of you.”

“All of me?” Y/n smirked, “Alright, my love.” She cooed, sitting up a tiny bit higher and slowly stripping off her riding gear piece by piece until she was left completely naked on top of him, tossing her hair over her shoulders.

He panted and groaned, drooling down his chin, shaking with need. He unlaced his britches without even taking his eyes from her body. He ripped them open and pulled out his fully hard and throbbing cock, already jerking himself at the mere sight of her. “Please… please…”

She smiled and happily shifted over his hips and lowered herself down on his cock, with a soft whimper and moan until she hit the base.

“Ughhhh! Fuck yeah…” He cursed, staring at their connected bodies. He grabbed her neck and pulled her to kiss him hard and desperately, already bucking his hips up to thrust up inside her,

She melted happily, keeping her arms around his shoulders lazily and bouncing in rhythm with his needy thrusts. She moaned into the kisses, allowing her body to almost go limp and loose and let Jacaerys use her as he so clearly needed.

His kisses grew more passionate, his teeth often grazing her lips in his desperation. His hips bucked and jerked mindlessly into her bounces. He moaned her name into her mouth as he felt his body trembling. He knew how close he was, so he shoved his hand between them, his rough finger tips finding her clit and pinching it, starting to rub hard and fast.

The spark of pleasure was overwhelming for her; every inch of her was crying out for more of the feeling. She began to whimper as the pleasure of his constant deep thrusts and his nonstop rubbing became impossible for her to resist. And she hit her orgasm in a sharp, short wave of maddening pleasure. She screamed into his mouth, clenching around his cock, her whole body shaking.

Jacaerys moaned into her mouth as he buried himself as deep as he could get, holding her trembling hips as he bucked up into them, spilling his seed deep and hard. Before they both collapsed flat on Y/n’s bed.

“Feel better now, my love?” She panted,

"F-Fuck!" he sobbed, "You feel… gods, you feel perfect."

She seemed to pant in time with his own throbs, her legs trembling, her body mindlessly squeezing him as she tried to work out how to function.

"Darling, please, move."

She nodded slowly, picking herself up, pushing up on his stomach a little to slide him out of her, so only the head was left inside, before then sinking back down, but this time fast, more like a landing, which made her scream.

His eyes rolled back in his head, and every single thought in his head vanished. He was almost sure he was going to pass out-he'd never felt anything better in his entire life. It was all the air being punched from his lungs at once, all the heat from a thousand suns, every damn feeling in the world all at once. "Gods, please, d-do that again," he pleaded hoarsely, almost like the words were ripped out of him. He couldn't think of anything else.

She was trembling, shaking, but she just managed to do it again, crying as she hit his base again.

He was struggling to catch his breath at this point-each time she moved on him, it took every last bit of self-control to keep him from flipping her onto her back.

"I can't… I can't…" Y/n panted as she raised up once more.

"Please," Jacaerys whined, his eyes wide as he looked at her. He was begging at this point, begging like a needy little boy for more. "Please, darling, please don't stop…"

"You… You have to…" She begged.

"What?" he panted, "What do you want me to do?"

"Move… I can't do it… It's too much."

"Okay, okay." He shivered as he moved his hands to her hips again. His fingers tightened, digging into her skin. "I'll move. Just-" he gasped, "Just hang on to me, alright?"

Y/n nodded, holding him tightly as she was already dripping down him.

"Alright," Jacaerys whispered to himself, more than to her, his head spinning and his body trembling. He took another ragged breath before holding her hips. It was like lightning. Every nerve ending in his body was set on fire. He'd never felt anything like it in his life, like he was touching something sacred and special and beautiful, like she was an angel sent down to him from above.

She screamed, her head thrown back like that, her mouth open and gasping for air as his name fell helplessly from her lips.

"Gods - Y/n," he panted, "Can I-can I keep going? I have to-"

She nodded, helping by moving herself what little she could, too.

"Fuck-I'm close," he panted, "So damn close-" He was a lost man-he had no idea where he ended, and she began, not that it mattered. Every time her body clenched around him, every little noise she made as they moved together, it sent him closer to the edge.

Y/n was panting, screaming, but bouncing regardless, like a helpless whore, she didn't care anymore, she didn't care how badly it hurt her body refused to let her stop even for a second.

"That's it," he choked out, "Fucking-take me like that." His hips snapped up into hers hard enough to make the bed creak; he could feel himself unravelling fast now, his fingers digging bruises into her skin as he chased his own release.

Suddenly, after a hard snap of his hips, she screamed, animalisticly, her body shaking, her head thrown back, she clenched so tight around him he was actually worried she'd crush him, as her release washed over her.

Jacaerys saw stars-actual, literal stars. His vision whited out completely, his hips stuttering wildly before he came undone with a broken cry of her name. "A-Y/n-!" he sobbed, "Fucking gods-I love you I love you I LOVE YOU-" He collapsed back onto the mattress beneath her, panting and boneless; if someone had asked him for his name right now? He wouldn't have been able to remember it.

Y/n stayed upright for a few brief seconds, but wavered like a flag on a windy day, before she fell, literally fell off him onto the bed narrowly missing falling off the bed entirely and Into the floor, which would have been very hard to explain to the maester if she'd hurt herself. But she laid there panting and twitching like a rabbit struck by lightning.

Jacaerys's eyes snapped open the second she tumbled off of him, his entire body jolting upright in panic as he caught her just before she hit the floor. He held her against his chest, one hand already moving to brush hair out of her sweaty face. "Fucking hells, darling," he wheezed, "You okay? Did I hurt you?"

She slid her hand against his chest, panting… Words… Sorta… They were completely random and didn't make the slightest sense… He wasn't even completely confident all of them were westerosi words… Pretty confident he heard some valyrian randomly in there. Like he'd broken her brain.

He wrapped his arms around her and tugged her even closer, almost cradling her against his chest. When he spoke again his voice was low, rough. "I think I broke you."

"Hummmmmm… Hubby…" She mumbled, nuzzling his neck.

"Hubby?" He repeated with a laugh. "I didn't realize my pretty girl was so delirious. Can you even remember your own name right now?"

"… Boop." She said tapping his nose with her index finger.

Jacaerys shook with laughter, his head falling back against the pillow. He reached up and caught the offending finger, bringing it to his lips to place a gentle kiss on it. "Boop?" A smile played across his lips. "You're adorable, you know that?"

"Ummm again?"

Hw rolled his eyes, he adored this cute, boneless version of her. So, of course he obeyed the request, tapping her nose again with a low and amused, "Boop."

"noooo…" She whined. "Again. Again. Again." She demanded bouncing on his hips.

He obliged, tapping her nose gently again. "Boop boop."

Y/n pouted and fully sat up on Jacaerys's lap again, shifting her hips against his spent cock. "Again?"

Jacaerys's hands flew to her hips. He groaned at the feel of her shifting against him, already hardening again. He'd never been this fast to recover before but apparently his new favorite thing in the world was this completely senseless, delirious version of her in his arms. So, he gave her hip a gentle squeeze. "Again?" he drawled, his voice still a low, rough rumble. His eyes darkened when she asked, hips shifting involuntarily against her. "Sweetheart, you're going to be the death of me."

"Please? Again? Please, hubby…"

He leaned up to bury his face against her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses against her skin. "Anything you want, darling. I'll give you anything you want."

Y/n giggled in a way Jacaerys had rarely seen. He wasn't used to this giddy her, she was so reserved and responsible, only ever letting this playful side out on rare, brief glimpses, but this satisfied she was utterly broken and wanted only him. She hopped off his lap like a bunny and lay on her back with her legs wide open, biting on her index finger as she waited. "Hubby..." She begged for him.

Jacaerys's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her, spread out like a feast, biting her finger, giggling. It sent heat straight to his already half-hard cock again. "Fucking gods," he groaned, "You're trying to kill me." He crawled over her before she could even blink, hands braced on either side of her head as he hovered above. His voice dropped into something rough and possessive, "Say it again."

"Hummmm... Hubby..." She giggled, grabbing him for a hard, passionate kiss.

He kissed her back with a bruising intensity, his tongue sliding against hers as he let out a low groan. He didn’t even bother trying to hide how hard she was making him, his hips pressed down against hers insistently. "That's it," he growled between kisses, "Say it one more time and I'll fuck you so good you forget your own name."

"Hubby, hubby, hubby." She begged, lacing the last of her corset, leaving her naked, completely naked.

He chuckled softly at her actions, his hand still playing with her hair as he let her snuggle even closer to him. "No answer, eh?" he teased gently, shifting in the bed so he was facing her more. He leaned down, pressing a light kiss to her forehead before speaking again. "Did you miss me that much?"

She nodded quickly,

He couldn't help but let out another laugh at her eager nodding, the sound still rough from sleep. "Such a needy girl," He pulled her even closer to him, his hand now rubbing her back slowly in gentle circles. "But I suppose I can't blame you, I've been rather busy as of late."

She hummed and sighed happily,

He chuckled at her hum, continuing to run his hand up and down her back, enjoying the feel of her body pressed so tightly to his. "You know, you're lucky I have a soft spot for you, Sweet Girl," he said softly, his voice low and raspy from sleep. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her hair, a mixture of floral perfume and something uniquely her.

Y/n, as usual, didn't answer him, but she did look at Jacaerys with the biggest, saddest, most pitiful begging eyes imaginable.

He let out a hearty laugh; he could never resist those big eyes and pouty lips of hers. "You are shameless," he chuckled, shaking his head in mock disapproval. He gently pinched her side, still unable to keep a smile on his face. "Alright, out with it. What do you want?"

Y/n smiled innocently for a moment before she hitched up her nightie and sat herself on Jacaerys's lap.

His brows raised in surprise as Y/n straddled his lap, the thin fabric of her nightie riding up her thighs, exposing her soft skin. "Well, well, why am I surprised?" he murmured, his hand automatically settling on her waist, fingers grazing the edge of her gown. He looked up at her with a mix of amusement and curiosity, his grip on her tightening slightly. "What are you up to, little one?"

Y/n smiled all innocent again, slightly moving her hips on his.

His grip on her waist tightened further as she moved against him, his fingers digging into her skin. "You're playing a dangerous game, sweet girl," he warned, his voice huskier than before. His other hand moved to her thigh, sliding up slowly under her nightgown, his thumb running over the soft flesh.

She didn't stop, keeping her pace slow and gentle, her hands sliding up his bare chest to wrap around his neck.

His breath hitched, his eyes never leaving hers as she continued to grind against him. His hand on her thigh moved higher, his fingers now dangerously close to the edge of her gown. He bit his lower lip, torn between stopping her and giving in to the maddening desire she was stirring in him. "Y/n…" he murmured, his grip on her waist growing tighter. "You don't know what you're doing to me, Sweet Girl," he gritted out,

She giggled and moved closer, kissing up his neck to whisper in his ear. "I know what I am doing. I am going to breed the most handsome, little Velaryon babies." She said as sultrily as she could. Y/n rarely spoke, especially at court. But the way she whispered such a dirty desire to him felt natural to her.

His breath hitched, her soft, breathy whisper in his ear sending a shiver down his spine. He could feel his resolve weakening quickly; the idea of breeding her was becoming harder to resist with every move of her hips against him. "You're toying with fire, Y/n," he growled, his hands slipping underneath her gown to grip her bare ass, squeezing tightly. "You have no idea what you're asking for."

She giggled, with a little smirk, purposely grinding against the stiffness that had now formed in Jacaery’s britches.

He moaned, his grip on her ass tightening as she moved against him, the roughness he usually worked hard to contain slipping through the cracks. "You're driving me crazy, you little minx," he growled, his fingers delving quickly between her folds, shoving two fingers deep inside her and his thumb rubbing hard on her clit, finding her already slick and ready for him. "You want this, don't you? You want me to give you those babies you're asking for?"

She whined and whimpered as his fingers worked. And she rubbed her nose against his. "Mhm… babies." She whispered against his lips, appealing to his ego.

The thought of impregnating Y/n and fathering heirs that carried his name was becoming more than just a desire; it was a need. "You want that, don't you, sweet girl?" he murmured, his fingers getting harder and faster. "You want me to fill you with my seed and give you my heirs," he continued,

She nodded, kissing him hard.

He moaned into the kiss, his fingers on her clit circling faster as her hips jerked against his touch. "Tell me you want it, Y/n," he demanded, his free hand shifting to her throat, holding her in place. "Say it," he growled, his teeth grazing her bottom lip.

She gasped, her hands grabbing his wrist, her eyes fluttering back a little. "I want to be your queen, the mother who breeds your children, your heirs. To be filled with your seed until I do nothing in this castle but make babies." She whimpered, grinding her hips against his hand, and once finished her words, she took his fingers that held her neck into her mouth,

"Oh, Sweet Girl, you'll be doing a lot more than just making babies in this castle," he growled, his fingers thrusting into her mouth, feeling her soft tongue slide around them. "But for now, we'll start with making those heirs," he told her, his other hand leaving her pussy as he shifted her and undid his britches, positioning her over his already hard, leaking cock.

Y/n didn't hesitate to toss away her nightgown, leaving her utterly exposed, she happily set her hand on Jacaerys's stomach and lowered herself slowly down until their hips let flush. She moaned around his fingers, sucking harder on them.

He moaned louder at the sight of her naked body straddling him, the feel of her wet heat tightening around his cock was almost too much. "Gods, you feel so good," he grunted, his fingers sliding out of her mouth to grip her hip, helping her lift and rock against him. "But you're so damn beautiful, Sweet Girl. I'm going to have you walk funny for days after this," he panted, enjoying the little whimpers and mewls she let out with every movement.

Y/n didn't care, starting to bounce aggressively,

His grip on her hips grew tighter as she started to bounce on his cock, her aggressive movements pulling loud moans of pleasure from his lips. "That's it, sweet girl. Take what you need from me," he groaned, his head falling back against the pillows. His hands moved to her ass, helping her bounce faster, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

Y/n let her mouth hang open, moaning without a care for who in the castle might hear them. Bouncing as hard and as fast as she could, her eyes rolled back, and already her body was trembling,

He moaned louder with her, his breathing becoming more ragged, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. "Y/n, gods, you're gonna make me cum." he panted, his fingers digging further into her hips as he began to thrust up into her, matching her rhythm. "You're gonna take every drop of my seed, right, Sweet Girl?" he gasped, his eyes locked on hers.

She nodded, whining as needy as she could sound.

He grunted, her needy whine pushing him over the edge. His hands gripped her hips tighter, almost to the point of leaving bruises, as he drove himself up into her at a relentless pace. "Oh gods, y/n, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" he panted. His words were cut off by a deep, guttural growl as he slammed himself deep inside of her one last time, his hips jolting up off the bed as he filled her with his hot seed. With a gasp, he slumped back, his chest heaving as he panted. "Gods,”

Y/n slightly whined but made sure to sink as low as possible, clenching to ensure she didn't lose a drop,

"That's it, Sweet Girl," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "Keep it all inside." He moved his hands up to her waist, holding her in place, savouring the feel of her tight, wet heat around his spent cock. "You did so well, sweet girl," he murmured,

She nodded, hiding her whines.

He could feel her body trembling against him, her whines turning into soft whimpers. "You're shaking, sweet girl," he murmured, his hands running up and down her sides soothingly. "You're needy, aren't you?" he asked, his voice softer now, a hint of amusement in his tone.

She buried her head in his neck and nodded. Not wanting to admit how needy she was, given she hadn't come but not wanting to bring it up for fear of making Jacaerys think he'd disappointed her.

He chuckled softly, his arms wrapping around her, holding her close. He ran a hand through her hair, noticing her reluctance to speak up. "You know, Sweet Girl," he murmured, his fingers gently scratching her scalp. "It's alright to ask for what you need." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his other hand moving to the small of her back, slowly tracing circles there. "You don't ever have to hide your needs from me."

She shook her head. "I have baby seed." She smiled, tapping her stomach,

Jacaerys caught the imaginary kiss and dramatically brought it to his mouth, puckered lips pressed against his closed fist as he winked at her. "You look lovely this morn', my Princess."

"Hummm, thank you, my Prince." She cooed untieing her hair, and begining to comb through her locks. "To what plans must attend today?"

Jacaerys shrugged, pushing himself up in bed and sitting up more as he ran his hand through his own sleep-tousled curls, "My usual boring duties, I suppose. I have a meeting later…" He rubbed his jaw, giving a disgruntled noise as he yawned. "Riveting, I know."

"Any time for the little Princess Aemma?" Y/n asked gently, not wanting to push the matter,

Any semblance of exhaustion in Jacaerys's face immediately vanished at the mention of Aemma. "Of course." He replied quickly, swinging his legs out from under the covers and rising from the bed. He stalked across the room, coming to stand behind his wife at the vanity. He placed both hands on Y/n's shoulders, thumbs rubbing over the soft exposed skin beneath the straps of her chemise. His face was now nuzzled into the crook of his wife's neck. "I'll always have time for little Aemma," Jacaerys murmured against Y/n's neck, still massaging her shoulders in such a manner. "What about you, wife?" He asked, breath hot against her skin as he continued to speak against her. "Plans today? Aside from looking beautiful, I mean." He teased.

"I need to speak with the gods this morning, and then I shall attend Aemma in her studies with the maester." She explained. "But then little else, likely just some embroidery with our sweet girl."

Jacaerys continued to plant kisses between Y/n's neck and shoulder, his hands now sliding from her shoulders to just below the neckline of her chemise. He gave a hum of acknowledgment of his wife's explanations, but his focus seemed to be quite elsewhere. "Sounds… very important." He murmured against her neck, hands now gently sliding down over the curve of her chest.

Y/n chuckled slightly, glancing down at Jacaerys's hands firmly settled on her breasts as she pinned up some of her hair. "Yes? My husband?" She playfully glanced at him,

His hands continued their movements, groping her over her chemise, as he murmured against her neck. "Are you wearing anything beneath this lovely attire, my Princess?" He murmured huskily against the shell of her ear, hands toying with the fastenings of her chemise.

"When do I ever?" Y/n scoffed,

His hands quickly set to work in undoing the fastenings, lips still at Y/n's neck as he now tugged the shoulder straps of her chemise down her arms. "Good answer." He purred against her skin. "Now this is important work." He teased, one hand sliding in to cup fully around Y/n's now bare breast. His mouth continued to plant kisses on her neck and shoulder, his other hand now following suit to claim the other breast in his hand. He began to run his thumb over her nipple, applying gentle but insistent pressure. "So soft… So pretty," he moaned, his teeth now gently grazing her shoulder.

"Something you desired, Jacaerys?" She cooed, biting back a moan, her hand coming to twist her fingers in his curls.

His hips involuntarily bucked forward as she tugged on his hair, and he moaned against her neck before giving it a nip. "Desired?" He murmured, mouth still against her neck. "Desired does not even begin to explain it, my princess." He murmured, his thumb and forefinger plucking at her nipple. With a firm grip of Y/n’s hips, Jacaerys spun her chair to face him. His eyes slowly raked over her now semi-undressed form, from her flushed cheeks to her now exposed chest. "Gods, you're a masterpiece." He murmured with a wolfish grin, sliding his hands over her thighs.

Y/n chuckled and got to her feet, kicking off her chemise and laying herself on their bed like she was serving herself on a grand table for him. Her legs open and elbows on the bed to prop her up. "We must be quick, you have your meetings this morning." She reminds

Jacaerys quickly hooked his hands into the waistband of his breeches to push them down his legs and rid himself of the garment. "Mhm.. quick." He murmured as his eyes raked over Y/n as if he meant to devour her. As he kneeled at the foot of their bed.

Y/n giggled a little, using her foot to push up Jacaerys's tunic to reveal his cock to her. "Hummm …"

"Ah- careful, naughty Princess," he murmured with a grin, a hand coming down to wrap around her ankle. His eyes then flicked up to look at her. "Someone's eager, hmm?" He purred.

"I missed my husband." She playfully shrugged,

A small laugh left Jacaerys's mouth at Y/n's words, and he shook his head. "You're a minx," he murmured, hand still holding on to her ankle as he leant down between her legs. "And an impatient one, at that." he smirked, up at her, “But so am I, my princess,” he growled before he dipped his head down and began to feast on his beloved wife…

Lady Y/n glided gracefully through the ancient stone halls of Dragonstone, her long, flowing gown trailing behind her. She cradled her prominent baby bump with both hands, the gentle movement a soothing comfort as she navigated the dimly lit corridors. Each step echoed softly. After a few moments of searching, she found her husband exactly where he had spent nearly every day for the past few months. A smile brightened her face as she entered, the sight of him bent over a small cradle bringing her tremendous joy. "There you are," she said softly, the sound almost a whisper, "I've been looking for you."

"I'm here." he was, but not in body. No in mind.

"Are you alright, my darling?" She asked,

He opened his mouth, to speak as usual. ‘I'm fine.’ But the words failed him and he turned around, eyes slightly red. "No I'm not," he confessed,

She slowly stepped closer, "what is it? Whatever is the matter?" She asked offering her hand,

He was silent, but took her hand, placing it over his hammering heart. "I'm terrified."

She nodded and forced a smile, "It's normal to be scared,"

He looked at her stomach, a shaking hand reaching towards it. "For so long I have held a sword in my hand, stood against fire-breathing dragons and faced down my own family with blades at my throat." His hand splayed over her stomach, "But I am frightened of something so small."

"Why are you frightened of him? He will cause you no harm at least until he’s old enough to hold a sword to you." She laughed, "He will love you as you did your father."

"What if I don't know how to be a Father." he protested. His eyes moved from the stomach then to hers, he could see his own fear reflected back at him in her eyes, "What if I ruin everything, ruin HIM."

"… Jacaerys." She sighed, taking his hand and kissing it, "this is our first child, we are going to make mistakes somewhere, somehow there is no way to avoid everything. All we can do… Is our best."

He let out a choked sob, pulling her into his arms, and resting his chin on her shoulder. His arms wrapped tight around her back, pulling her as close to his chest as he could. Breathing in deeply, almost like he was trying to memorise the very scent of her. "You'll be a great mother," he murmured the words into her shoulder. He knew he was trying to reassure himself more than anything else.

She held him gently too, running her hand through his hair, "And you will be a fantastic father."

He was quiet, letting her touch soothe him. He closed his eyes, letting her words float over him. It still felt unreal. But he slowly nodded, "Yes… yes I will." he agreed, slowly pulling himself back to look at her face, "Will you do something for me?"

"Of course." She smiled

His hand gently came to cover hers as she held her growing stomach. "Promise me." he said softly, "Promise me I won't lose you."

The fear briefly flashed across her face. "… You know I can't promise that,”

“Then lie to me…” he closed his eyes. "Please." He was begging, and he knew it. He'd never grovelled, never pleaded in his life but he did then, he got to his knees in front of her and took both her hands in his, "Please, promise me I won’t lose you."

She forced a smile and held his hands in hers leaning down to brush his curls, "I promise. I will do all I can." She smiled,

he exhaled slowly. His hands squeezed her arms and he moved to rest his head against her belly, his ear to it. "Thank you," he mumbled into the fabric of her dress.

She softly giggled as her bump began to shift, "awww, he knows you're hugging him." Just as the baby kicked and he felt the movement against his head,

"He's…he's kicking." he felt it again, right against his cheek and he was amazed. His eyes closed, tears forming once more. He had truly been an idiot.

"He's waving, he's saying 'hi daddy' and giving you a little kiss," she laughed,

he laughed softly, and moved gently, pressing his hand against where he could feel the baby, rubbing lightly as he spoke, "Is he now? Little one, are you saying 'hi daddy'?"

Her bump kicked hard in reply.

he laughed at that, rubbing his palm against her stomach again as the baby moved. It was such a simple thing but it was making it all real. Every doubt, every fear he'd held dissolved away with each bump against his cheek and kick back. His eyes moved up from the floor to look up at her, "We can’t wait to meet you little boy."

“We can’t, We’re ever so excited.” She smiled, “Come Jacaerys. You need to rest.” she pleaded,

"I… There is something I like, but I've never asked for."

Jacaerys gave her a little smirk. His hand continued stroking her back, his fingers playing with a lock of her hair. He was a little intrigued. Jacaerys was curious about what it was that she liked and hadn't been asking for. "What is it?"

"Sleeping." She blushed. "While being… Full." She cooed her hand stroking his hip,

Jacaerys let out a bit of a surprised chuckle and raised an eyebrow at her admission. He had not been expecting her to come out and say it like that. Jacaerys shifted on the bed so she was a little closer to him, "Full?" he repeated in a little teasing tone.

"Full." She nodded. "I want to sleep all night being full, getting to wake up so utterly soaked."

Jacaerys chuckled again, and nodded to show that he understood, his hand moving down to her waist. He gave it a little squeeze and grinned at her. "Is that something you would like me to do?"

"If it's okay," she blushed. "I don't want to make you, I know you're not…”

Jacaerys chuckled again and gave her waist another squeeze. "Ohh I want to.” he smirked, “Why ever would I turn down, getting to sleep inside you?”

"You really don't mind?"

Jacaerys shakes his head and pulls her a little closer, their bodies now pressed up completely against one another. His voice is soft when he speaks, and he makes a point of giving her waist another reassuring squeeze. "It's certainly no hardship for me." Jacaerys grinned. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight and pulling her close. He nuzzled her for a few seconds before he pulled back and gently took her face in his hands. His voice was soft as he spoke. "You're sure this is what you want?”

"I do."

Jacaerys leaned in and kissed her forehead and smiled at her. He nodded and gently caressed her cheek.

Y/n nodded and turned away, moving her hips back so Jacaerys could spoon her. She held her pillow tightly, excitedly waiting,

Jacaerys got into a good position behind her, pressing his body up against her from behind. He was warm and warm to the touch, and he nuzzled his face in the back of her neck for a moment, enjoying her scent and the warmth of her body. He shifted his hips, lining his cock up properly with her. Jacaerys's hand, which had been resting on her hip, went to her thigh, encouraging her to lift it a little with him, so he had the access he needed. With one last kiss to the back of her neck, Jacaerys shifted his hips forward, sinking deep into her warm, wet cunt.

She softly moaned, her eyes rolling back until he completed bottomed out and had every single inch inside. She was warm and slick for him already, and she was biting her lip, deeply enjoying the feeling.

Jacaerys's arm snaked around her waist, his hand pressing flat across her lower belly. He held her tight, holding her snug against his body.

"This is… Perfect." She softly moaned, clenching a little around him,

Jacaerys groaned into her neck, his fingers pressing down on her belly a little more at her clench and grip of him. "It is…" he agreed, his words soft as he nuzzled her a little. “Ugh, we should sleep like this every night.”

"ummm, goodnight, my darling."

"It'll be pointless. Some lords angry about some other lords veiled insults." She sighed as she crawled to the end of the bed,

“It might be,” he sighed knowing she was likely right,

"Wouldn't my handsome prince prefer to be here with me?" She let the sheets drop to reveal her naked body and wrapped her arms around Jacaeryss torso,

"I… I would yes," He smirked, "Wouldn't my princess prefer her handsome prince to be in good standing with his lords?" He teased with a smile as he wrapped his arms around her,

"Your Princess would prefer her lord be standing between her legs." She whispered,

This brought a chuckle from Jacaerys's lips as he scooped her into his arms, "A tempting offer my Princess, but I would not be so easily swayed." He claimed as he dropped her onto the bed, quickly pouncing on after so he was hovering above her,

Y/n smiled as she looked up at him, fixing one of his curls from his face. But she giggled as she shifted her hips feeling just what her teasing had done to her husband and feeling satisfied that he'd either have to stay with her like she wanted or go face his lords with an obvious hard-on.

He let out a grunt as he bit his lip to stifle any further noise. He rolled his eyes and stood up, attempting to straighten his clothing while hiding the bulge.

She smirked opening her legs suggestively,

"I can see you are in a particularly playful mood today, you win." He admitted defeat with a half sigh half chuckle, as he laid down on the bed,

Y/n happily jumped into his lap and pulled Jacaerys in for a heavy kiss, as her lips met his, he found his worries melt away as he was reminded of why he loved her so much. She happily shifted closer and shifted her hips, her hands gliding down his tunic unbuttoning it and slipping her hands in to stroke his bare skin.

He let out a sigh of pleasure as her hands met his skin, a grin growing his hands moved down her back and grabbed her ass,

Y/n slid her lips down his jaw and began to kiss and nibble at his neck trying to find a spot to make a hickey,

Jacaerys's hand left her ass to rest on the back of her head where he gently massaged her neck, his eyes closed and a groan left his lips as he felt her kisses turn to gentle nibbles.

She moaned and found her favourite spot biting down and sucking to leave a hard and obvious hickey, as she does she grinds her hips down on him,

He moaned and pushed her onto the bed and quickly tossed his clothes leaving him naked, he knelt between her legs and growled down at her, “You're lucky I love you, else I'd be furious with you.”

She giggled and happily pulled him down into a kiss,

He kissed back hungrily, pressing his hips against hers, “I love you, my Princess.”

"I love you more." She cooed pulling his hips in her desperation,

"I could argue that for eternity, and you know it well.." He teased, stroking his cock a couple of times before he pushed hard and deep his hips hitting hers,

Y/n screamed in her pleasure throwing her head back,

Jacaerys let out a soft moan as he started moving his hips, his hands resting beside her head to brace himself. In his lust he wanted her to be his and his alone. “I'm yours, and you're all mine…” His voice was quiet, full of love but lust too.

"And I am yours my beloved Jacaerys" she cooed between her gasps and moans, her back arching high off the bed, her hips against his own.

He kissed back up to her lips and let out a moan as he bit his lip, his body ached as he moved a little faster “Do you like it, my Princess?”

"so much my Prince!" She screamed scratching down his back as her body trembled,

He moaned loudly, his body was covered with small scratches from their honeymoon and the sudden surge of pain sent him wild. “My princess…” He began to slow down, panting quietly and kissing her neck lovingly. He moved slowly, he knew her body and he knew she was close, he wanted it to be amazing for her.

Her moans became short and choppy between her gasps her eyes rolling back and her head shifting on the sheets his name falling freely from her lips,

His lips moved from her neck to bite his bottom lip hard, he tried his best to silence his sounds in fear of the guards outside hearing and then the servants of the castle.

Her fingers twisted in his hair as her hips jerked and she screamed a throaty animalistic squeal as she hit her orgasm,

Jacaerys joined her, he cried out and his body shook as he buried his seed deep inside her before he pulled out and collapsed down on the bed beside her,

She whimpers between her panting, unable to think straight after the rush of pleasure "ummmm I love you…" She muttered

His hand ran through her hair, “I love you too my princess,” He whispered in his soft voice,

Y/n giggled and snuggled up tightly with Jacaerys making sure she had a tight grip so he couldn't leave,

Jacaerys smiled and tightened his own grip on her, “You'll be pleased to know that I yield, I'm not going anywhere today. It's me and you, all day and all night.”

"Hummmm…" She mumbled not trusting him,

He leaned forward and kissed her hair lovingly “I promise you, not even the Seven could drag me away now…”

"You promise? No sneaking away when I fall asleep?"

He chuckled and kissed her head again “Promise. I will be here when you wake up, and every time you wake up from this night on…”

She nodded,

“I do ask that you fetch me some wine though… you tired me out, my princess.”

“Of course,” Y/n giggled and happily jumped out of bed and slipped on her nightie fetching him a goblet of wine "Here you are most handsome Prince of Westeros"

He chuckled and took the wine “My thanks, my beautiful Princess.” He smiled softly at her as he took a sip before he set the goblet on his bedside table and grabbed her arm softly to pull her into his lap. “I'm the luckiest prince in Westeros if I get to wake up with you every morning, Y/n.”

“You mean it?”

“Of course I do,” he cooed giving her lips a tender kiss,

“And I’m the luckiest princess to get to be married to you, Jacaerys.” She cooed nuzzling into his neck,