#oc requests

Jacaerys had groomed you now for many a year. You basked in the attentions he now deigned to grant you, for once he had been cold, distant, a brother of hatred and silence. This new side of him—stealing forth into your chamber as the owl sang, whispering praise in the cold hush of night. You’ve earned it. And you’ve learned to crave it more than the last.

You longed to be near him, as once you had been with Lucerys, Joffrey, and even your daddy, Laenor. Yet with Jacaerys, ‘twas ever a game of push and pull. In the warmth of the sun, his coldness bore greater than the depths of the sea; but when darkness cloaked the sky, only then did his heart seem to unfold. Or so, that is what you understood of it.

For you were yet too young, a little princess full of fairytales and sweet delusions. You knew naught of the rot that lingered beyond the walls…nor of the darkness buried deep within your eldest brother. Still, you welcomed him all the same, night after night, ever eager to join in whatever new game he so devised. You looked forward to it. To please him was your earnest wish; for in pleasing him he would let slip the smallest fragment of kindness, hidden somewhere deep within his chest in exchange for your obedience. You did all he ever asked of you. And he thrived off of it.

There you now lay, sprawled on your silken sheets, your small tummy pressed upon the mattress, fingertips idly tracing the withered corners of some ancient tome. Your raven tresses spilled down the delicate curve of your back like that of a blackened river pooling around you. In such a state you were beautiful—pliant, and daft in all ways that mattered. It did not take him long to deem you simple-minded, though never did he voice such words for your ears to grasp. Yet had he done so, you would not have gainsaid him. For you were his to control. His little doll to play with. And ever was there one thing you wrought upon his mind: pleasure.

“Yes, just like that,” Jacaerys rasped.

The blunt edges of his nails bit into the gentle globes of your rear, spreading your cheeks wide. His own cock twitched at the sight—your pink little hole winking as he massaged into your flesh with gentle cruelty. His touch brought forth the faintest streaks of pink marring your pale flesh, ever eager in his play. And yet, you never once questioned him, for his attentions remained ever paramount.

“Such a good little girl, Y/N,” your brother purred, his voice husky in the midnight air.

His fingers wrapped possessively around the swell of your hips, lifting them to his liking. He grunted at the sight, his cock throbbing wickedly as he leaned backward, his knees bracketing your small form. The darkness in his gaze worked approvingly; admiring the soft, pink folds of your glistening cunny. Untouched, bare, small; and without a doubt—tight. His heart thundered at the thought of burying himself deep within, stretching you wide, and taking what was owed. But alas, he knew what little boundaries still lie.

He sank his canines into the plush of his bottom lip, biting back a rabid curse. He took his cock within his hand, his slender fingers stroking languidly along his length, just a breadth from where he needed it most. “Such a tight little thing,” he growled, his thumb sweeping over his pulsating veins and tracing over the flushed ridge of his swollen tip.

His words alone elicited that of a small glance from over your shoulder, your eyes a telling of curiosity, and all that naïve. Jacaerys’ lips curled wolfishly at that, his sharp gaze meeting your own as you watched him palm at himself from behind your small, fragile form. He made no such comment; only spitting into the palm of his hand and rubbing his warm, slick saliva over your puckered hole—his thumb pressing teasingly over your pink, twitching heat.

“You are being so good for me,” he praised you then, pressing his swollen tip against your little asshole.

A deep, trembling breath escaped him then. His nails clawing that much deeper into your pliant flesh, spreading your cheeks wider as he took to rocking his hips back and forth, pumping his cock between your little ass cheeks. Such a good little slut. So empty-headed. Does not even realize what it is I am doing to her. “Fuck,” Jacaerys hissed through his teeth, squeezing your ass cheeks around his rigid length and thrusting in and out between them. You like this, Y/N. You crave this. You were born to have my cock buried deep inside you. You stupid, stupid little girl.