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astrumark · 10 months

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I'M FREAKING OUT. omg amira?!?!?!?!

FIRST: JDJFKFKFKFKFGKFL NOT JACE AND READER FUCKING LIKE RABBITS 💀 my boy's stamina is unmatched, good for them!!! let's make up for the lost time. also, the smut is so fucking hot??? 😩 blushing like a slut fr. he's so ugh... not a want but a need.

the writing is so beautiful and on point and entertaining. plus aemond needs to be put in his place asap. can't wait to see him all miserable in dragonstone while reader thrives with her man. so happy we have one more chapter!

Happier (5/6)

Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader (Modern AU)

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader (Past: Aemond Targaryen x Reader) Rating: Explicit (18+ Minors DNI) Summary: Aemond cuts you off after you accidentally confess your feelings to him, but Jace is there to pick up the pieces and teach you that you don’t have to hurt to love | Chapter Summary: The aftermath of Jace's the confession. Tags/Warnings: AFAB Reader, Fluff, Smut, Fingering, P in V, Oral F Receiving, They are Insatiable Your Honor, Angst (LMK if I missed anything) Word Count: 5.2k Links: Chapter 4 | Chapter 6 (in progress) | Happier Masterlist | My Masterlist Dividers by @saradika

It’s easy, falling back into your closeness with Jace, like the world suddenly righting itself after existing in previously unperceived disjointedness. The bustling city fades into the background, replaced by the tranquil sound of your paired footsteps on the pavement, the conversation ebbing and flowing effortlessly between you. And just like that, the weight of the day seems to melt away.

The moment he closes the door, you’re on him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss. Ever a slave to your whims, he indulges you, languidly moving his lips against yours. Time seems to slow as your lips meet. It feels like a great privilege being here with him, having the chance to savor each stolen breath and gentle caress. When he pulls away, your lips chase after him instinctively, earning you a smug smile in response.

“I’ll get you a change of clothes,” he proposes, “so you can get more comfortable.”

You raise your brow at him, “What’s the point when you’re just going to have to take it off anyway?” To reinforce your point, you start trailing kisses over his jaw, his neck, and that sliver of exposed skin on his chest.

“You’ve had a lot to drink, and so have I,” he points out, evidently frustrated with himself for even bringing it up, but still unable to let it go.

Your head snaps back up at his words. You try to stare him down, “Jace.”

But he only groans in response, and buries his face in your neck to escape your glare.

“Jacaerys,” you practically whine. Instead of capitulating to your pouting, however, he simply plants a kiss on your cheek and retreats to his room. “I’ll get you some clothes, okay?”

By The Seven, you hate him, and you hate his infuriatingly chivalrous ass.

Knowing all efforts to convince him otherwise would be futile, you stomp over to the bathroom in a huff. You take a quick shower, furiously rubbing your skin in frustration. You entertain the thought of relieving yourself just to take the edge off, but you find that the day has taken its toll and that you’re far too tired to even try. With a sigh, you haul yourself out of the shower, before drying off with a spare towel and wrapping it around yourself.

You find Jace in his room, and he shoots you a sheepish smile as you walk in. He’s changed into a pair of sweatpants sans a shirt, and has settled on on his side of the bed. You can feel his gaze tracing each curve of your exposed form, but you ignore him in favor of pulling on the shirt he’s laid out for you, before letting the towel drop. Without a word, you hang the towel on a chair, and slip into the covers with your back towards him. Deep down you know it’s unfair to be cross with him, but you can’t help it.

At your display, he lets out a huff of amusement before turning off the lights, and slotting himself behind you. Perhaps it’s petty to scoot away from him, but you’re very tipsy and, really, it’s his fault for being such a tease. But he doesn’t let you get far, wrapping his arms around you to pull you flush against his chest.

“Are you mad at me, princess?” He whispers, his hot breath grazing your cheek, while his hand runs soothingly over your bare thigh - still vexingly far from where you actually want his touch to be.

“I’m not,” you reply dismissively as you burrow further into the sheets.

“I think you are,” he concludes quietly, nosing your exposed neck. “I don’t like it when my favorite girl is upset.” Then, he presses an open mouthed kiss on your nape, sending a shiver down your spine. “How can I make it up to you? Hm?”

A whimper escapes your lips unbidden.

“Does my princess want to be touched?” His calloused palm begins its excruciatingly slow ascent up your leg, but he stops his path at the crease of your thigh, tracing the sensitive skin with his forefinger.

This is it. This is how you die, you think, your entire entire body tensing in anticipation. At this point you’re so pent up that you barely have the wherewithal not to beg. “Jace, please, please, please…”

“I want you to be sober when I fuck you,” he tells you, the leisurely tone in complete contrast to how each word sets you aflame. “I want you to remember every single moment of me making you mine, okay?”

You think you might actually cry. Never have you craved something so viscerally as you crave for Jace at this moment. A pitiful whine escapes your mouth.

“My poor girl,” he coos as he plants a kiss on your forehead, while his hand continues to caress your inner thigh. “But I’ll be nice and help you cum, do you want that, princess?”

You nod a bit too fervently, your hand coming up to clutch the firmness of his arm. He chuckles at your enthusiasm, before shamelessly cupping your cunt. That one point of contact is enough to eradicate all rational thought in your mind. The sound that leaves you is almost inhuman, as he begins to lazily trace his finger over your slit, coating his fingers in your wetness.

With practiced ease, he pulls you toward him, propping you over his chest and your leg on his thigh. He continues his leisurely ministrations, drinking in each sound that escapes your mouth. In that moment, it feels like the world outside this room has somehow blinked out of existence, and it’s just you and him, lost in this hazy bliss.

“You’re doing so well, Love,” he tells you, while he begins to circle your clit, steadfast in maintaining his slow pace. “You’ve been such a good, good girl, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” you pant, whilst turning your head to catch his lips with your own.

“For you,” you add between kisses, “Only for you.”

You feel him smile against your lips, and he rewards you by inserting a thick finger inside your wet heat. He groans at the sensation of your cunt around him, as if imagining what it would be like to have the tightness around his cock instead. He begins to press a second finger into you, and you can't help but squeal at the stretch.

“You’re taking my fingers so well,” he murmurs, as he targets that sweet spot inside of you. At this point you’re a babbling mess, relinquishing all control and completely melting at his touch. The only thing that could be heard in the blanket of silence is your helpless whimpers and the rhythmic squelching of your cunt. You’d have been embarrassed if you hadn’t been so completely far gone. He coaxes you with words of love as your peak builds inside you like a wave, gradually gaining form before washing over you all at once.

For a while you simply lay there, breathing him in, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. Then, he turns you so you’re lying on your side, with your head over his heart.

“Get some sleep,” he tells you, before pressing a kiss on top of your head. Your attempt to return the favor is met with him catching your wrist and nipping playfully at your fingers.

“Tomorrow,” he promises.

“Fine,” you mumble against his chest, letting the steady beat of his heart lull you to sleep.

You’re rudely awakened by some loud clanging from the kitchen. For a few seconds, you’re confused by the unfamiliar surroundings, but as soon as you see Jace’s curly mat of hair, you let out a breath of relief. Just to make sure the apartment isn’t being broken into, you begrudgingly roll out of the bed and pad into the kitchen.

There, you find Lucerys valiantly engaged in glorious battle with the stove. It seems he’s trying to cook some food, but has put too much oil into the overly heated pan, hence the lid he’s using as a makeshift shield. You take mercy on the poor boy and help him by lowering the heat, which lessens the sinister oil spitting of the pan.

“Oh, you’re here,” Luke says absentmindedly, and although bemused by your presence, makes no comment. Without further incident, the two of you manage to finish cooking breakfast. Before you can set aside some of the food for Jace, though, he himself bursts out of his room, looking panicked.

“Jace? You okay there?” You call his attention, half amused by his shenanigans.

Then he turns to you, wide eyed, and all the tension seems to leave his body. He closes the distance between you in a few strides, and wraps you in a tight hug, nuzzling your neck. Meanwhile, Luke makes a show of gagging in the background, the poor guy.

You laugh lightly, “What’s gotten into you?”

“I thought you left,” he mutters with an unbearably adorable pout on his face. Your heart breaks a little bit at his words. So, you cup his face with your hands, your thumb caressing his cheek.

“I wouldn’t do that to you, Jace,” you try to reassure him.

Wordlessly, he catches your lips in a kiss, and drags you back to the room, breakfast long forgotten. As soon as the door closes, and the risk of Luke being emotionally scarred by Jace’s amorous efforts are lessened, he begins trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck. Once close enough, you push him down the bed, wasting no time in straddling his lap.

It’s an enchanting sight, him beneath you, curls strewn in lovely disarray, pupils blown wide with want, looking up at you with worship you’re not sure you deserve.

“It’s morning,” you tell him.

“It is,” he agrees breathily.

“I’m sober,” you add as you press down more intently against him, “you’re sober.”

“That’s true,” he concedes once more.

“I believe you promised to fuck me, to make me yours.”

When you begin undulating your hips against his growing hardness, he’s completely gone. A broken approximation of your name escapes from his lips as you continue your efforts. His grip is firm on your hip, fingers digging deliciously into your flesh, guiding you through the motions. His other hand finds its way beneath your shirt, making its way up to your hip, your waist, over your ribs, before finally cupping your breast, earning him a drawn out moan from you.

“You look gorgeous riding me,” he tells you, “like a goddess.” You blush at his flattery, completely caught off guard.

“Well, aren’t you the poet?” you chuckle.

“Only for you,” he says, “only for you.”

The sincerity in his voice does something to you, and suddenly it’s unbearable not to be kissing him at that moment, so you do. You lean over him, draping your body over his, to lock his lips with yours in a languid dance. Eventually, he flips you over without warning, and proceeds to roll his hips against your core. You understand what he meant as you look up at him now, leaning over you, muscular arms bracketing your head, abdominals rhythmically contracting as he moves sinfully against you. What a sight.

“Jace,” you plead, “I want you.”

“You have me,” he confesses with stark sincerity marking each word. Then, he sits back on his haunches, gradually pulling your shirt up over your breasts, completely exposing your body to him. The intensity in which he observes each centimeter of skin bared to him has you squirming nervously.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathes, looking at you like he can’t quite believe this is real.

“So are you,” you tell him genuinely. Even now, he paints a pretty picture, with the thin sheen of sweat on the toned planes of his body, glistening against the daylight. He only chuckles at your words.

Then, he begins leaving kisses all over your body, intent on worshiping every inch of you - over your neck, your chest, your stomach, and down your leg, but stopping just shy of your core. He rests his head on your inner thigh. His eyes are searching when he looks up at you, a cacophony of amber and chestnut made dark by desire.

“May I?”

“Yes,” you reply without missing a beat, “By the Seven, yes please.”

He plants a few exploratory licks upon your slit, groaning in pleasure at your taste. Then he methodically encircles your clit with his tongue, before taking it into his mouth. Your breath stutters at his ministrations, as your fingers find their way in his locks, wordlessly urging him for more.

In a matter of minutes, he reduces your entire being to a puddle of moans and whimpers. With great care, he inserts a finger into you, the glide of his skin against your inner walls, driving you insane. With how wet you are, it’s simple enough a task to insert another, and another. You strain against the stretch, but his mouth on your clit is enough to keep any discomfort at bay. He skillfully hits that rough patch inside of you with each thrust of his fingers, driving you closer and closer to the edge. With a strangled moan, your release rips through you, his name leaving your lips like a prayer.

As you come down your high, he moves back up the bed. He props himself using his forearm, as he initiates another deep, searing kiss. There’s a hint of your essence left on his tongue, and you groan against his lips at the taste.

“You did such a great job, princess,” he tells you in between kisses. “Such a good girl,” he adds as he tucks stray strands of hair behind your ear. “My sunshine.”

And in an instant your body tenses against him. He must’ve seen something on your expression, because he stops instantly, and looks down at you with concern. You try to focus on your breathing, relearning how to fill your lungs gradually one breath at a time.

Aemond used to call you sunshine, albeit always sarcastically, and only ever when he’s trying to rile you up. Sunshine and Sweet Girl were his. Somehow, it feels wrong to hear it now. You’re here with Jace, you have to remind yourself.

“Are you okay?” Jace cups your cheek to get you to look at him. And just like that, the ice that has suddenly materialized in your chest thaws in the face of his warmth.

“Don’t call me that,” you request, voice cracking, “anything but that.”

He frowns as he takes in your words, but nods understandingly nonetheless.

“Do you want to stop?” He asks.

You shake your head as you take his face in your palm, pressing your thumb on his bottom lip.

“I want you.”

A marked reluctance still mars his expression, but all protests die down his throat the moment you cup his length through his joggers. He visibly shivers as he watches you lick a stripe on your palm, before slipping it through his waistband to capture his length. You give him a few slow pumps, twisting your wrist as you go.

Impatiently, you push down his joggers, and the both of you share a laugh as he struggles to kick them off. Once he’s bare before you, you can help but take him in. You meant it when you said you find him beautiful. His cock is pretty too, you’re amused to note, and far larger than what you’re used to.

He slides his length against your slit, coating it with your wetness. You can’t help but moan at the delicious friction of his skin against your sensitive bud. He teases you like this for a few seconds, so you’re practically shaking in anticipation by the time he gradually pushes into you, the initial stretch a perfect mix of pain and pleasure. He rests his forehead on yours as if to ground himself, while your hand finds its way on his nape. He makes a few shallow thrusts, and sinks deeper with each one.

Once he’s fully seated within you, the both of you simply stay there, staring into each other's eyes. Words feel meaningless as you gaze into his molten orbs. No amount of poetry or prose could possibly capture the enormity of how you feel in that moment. If you are to forget everything else, all would be alright as long as you got to keep this one memory.

In all honesty, you didn’t think yourself capable of loving somebody like this, but here it is, unfurling uncontrollably within your chest.

“Are you ready?” He whispers against your lips.

You can only nod in response, as your hands seek to find purchase along the expanse of his back, pulling him impossibly closer. At your acquiescence , he begins his leisurely pace, rolling his hips deliberately into yours, and grinding against your clit in the process. The both of you go on like this for a while, until you feel that familiar wave building inside you.

Then, Jace increases his pace, pulling out almost all the way, before slamming back in. The first one shakes you to your core, and you don’t fare much better when the next one comes. Your leg hooks around his waist reflexively as you lose yourself in the overwhelming onslaught of sensations. Once again, he rests his forehead against yours, your deep heated breaths mingling in the sliver of distance separating you, as if it would be too much not to breathe the air you breathe.

You always thought that Making Love is such a dumb term, too damn cheesy for your taste, but there’s no other way to describe the way Jace takes you. Aemond would outright laugh at you if he’d heard your thoughts, and he’d tell you to call it what it is: Fucking.

But what else could this be, if not Love?

“Jace, I’m about to-“ your statement breaks off into a choked moan, as your peak rapidly builds inside of you. Jace, ever the gentleman, slides his hand between you to rub circles on your clit.

“Me too,” he grits out, “where should I..?”

“Inside,” you answer immediately, “I have an IUD, I want to feel you.”

He groans at your words, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he redoubles his efforts.

“Cum for me, princess. That’s it,” he breathes out, continuing his relentless onslaught. Helplessly, your legs shake from where they’re latched onto his waist, while your walls flutter around him uncontrollably. In an instant, your climax rips through you like a burst of blinding light. For a while, you feel as though you’re outside of yourself - you forget to breathe, forget what it means to be, and you’re simply reduced to exist in this moment to feel the sensation of Jace’s warm body moving against yours as he spills his seed inside of you.

He collapses beside you to avoid crushing you with his weight, and the both of you just try to catch your breath for a minute. You don’t even realize you’ve been crying until Jace wipes the tears from your eyes. He looks terrified as he pulls you over his chest, holding your face in his palms.

“Are you okay?” He inquires with a slight tremble in his voice. Do you regret it? Is left unasked.

“Yeah,” you rush to reassure him, “I’m just a bit overwhelmed.”

You kiss him once more, just a slow glide of your lips on his, equal parts for his reassurance and yours.

Once you’ve calmed down, the both of you emerge from the room to find Luke in front of the TV with headphones on, completely engrossed in a game of Fortnite. Small mercies. You and Jace share a smile at the sight, before proceeding to the kitchen to eat the now cold breakfast.

After, Jace bullies Luke into joining the two of you in a movie marathon, where you spend most of the afternoon on the couch draped over Jace like a blanket. By the end of the third movie, all the sweat and stickiness is starting to get to you, so you leave your comfortable perch with great reluctance.

“Mind if I take a shower?” You ask Jace, as you stretch out your arms over your head. He sits up almost immediately, wide eyes locked on you, reminiscent of an overly eager puppy.

“Can I come?” He requests with a suspiciously harmless tone.

“Why?” You ask with a knowing smirk on your lips

“I can help you wash your hair. I’ll even scrub your back,” he proposes, blinking at you innocently.

Predictably, Jace does a very poor job of helping you wash. He does, however, do a great job at fucking you against the shower wall until you scream in pleasure.

When you get out, Jace hands you another one of his shirts and a pair of cycling shorts to wear. You even go as far as to steal one of his sweaters to battle the chill. At this rate, you’re convinced you’re gonna end up pilfering his entire wardrobe by the end of the month.

When you’re done dressing, he looks you up and down, looking far too pleased. You raise your brow at him questioningly.

“You look good in my clothes,” he tells you simply, pulling you towards him by the waist. Then, his grip travels indecently lower, and he starts trailing kisses down your neck.

“We just showered,” you complain unconvincingly.

“We can shower again,” he replies, slotting his toned thigh in between your legs. Jace, you’re amused to note, can be very, very convincing when he puts his mind to it.

Eventually, the day comes to a close, and you have to go back to reality. Jace insists on driving you home, and since your legs are far too unstable to suffer public transportation, you take him up on his offer. He drives you to your apartment on his green G-wagon, his hand never leaving your thigh the entire ride.

Your goodbye kiss turns into another, and another, and another, and by some unknown force, he ends up with his seat reclined to the max with you straddling his lap. You’re already sore after all you’ve done today, but, really, one more for the road can’t hurt.

“Well, that happened,” you say with an unbelieving laugh once you’ve finished.

“It should keep happening,” Jace proposes very convincingly, as he nuzzles your neck.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” you tell him, planting a chaste kiss on his lips.

Before you could make any definitive goodbyes, however, Jace's stomach rumbles, much to his chagrin. You invite him up for dinner, which is only fair after all the strenuous work he’s done for you, and he accepts

As best as you can, you try to fix your hair and clothes. There’s no fooling anyone, though. It’s completely obvious what you’ve been doing - Your hair is in complete disarray, your lips are puffed up, and love bites litter your neck.

When you come up to the apartment, Helaena greets the both of you with a beatific smile. She’s busy preparing dinner, so you leave Jace to help her, while you head to your room to get your phone charger. Except, you find your room already occupied, much to your surprise.

Aemond, the fucker, is there sitting on your bed with a book propped up on his infuriatingly long legs, looking at you as if you’re the one intruding. You close the door, because surely you must be hallucinating. Surely, when you open the door again, he will have disappeared into a cloud of smoke.

You peak through the door once more to find that, no, the ill-tempered silver-haired man is not, in fact, a figment of your imagination. He raises a brow at your antics, and opens his mouth to speak, but before he can say anything, you slam the door shut.

Instead, you pad over to Helaena, who is busy humming under her breath as she goes about her tasks in the kitchen. Jace, on the other hand, is occupied with cutting vegetables on the counter.

“Hel, Aemond is here,” you inquire as kindly as you can.

“Oh, yes,” she says simply, as if that alone is an answer.

“Why is he here?” You prompt further.

“Oh, I’m not sure I should say…” she trails off, lost in thought.

You purse your lips at her nonanswer, and take a deep breath to calm yourself.

“Why is he in my room?” You ask instead.

“He isn’t in a good headspace right now, and he needs someone,” she explains placatingly. “You know how he and Aegon are. Aeg isn’t really the best company to keep for that kind of thing, so I offered. I hope you don’t mind? I thought since you were off with Jace, I thought it would be fine? I’m sure Aemond won’t mind sleeping on the couch now that you’re here.”

“Oh,” you say, but in your head you mean:

‘Oh, my beautiful, painfully thoughtful friend, you have just unknowingly and royally screwed me over.’

At the mention of his name, Jace’s head snaps up, “Aemond’s here?”

You grunt in confirmation as you join him by the counter. He scrunches his nose in response.

“You guys don’t get along?” You ask curiously. He only gives you a look that says ‘nobody gets along with Aemond Targaryen.’

Except Helaena, you guess, but everyone loves Helaena.

You know you probably should’ve told Jace about Aemond, and you had every intention to do so. You just didn’t think you’d have to do it so soon after you just got together. You’re reasonably sure that Aemond won’t outright admit it in front of Helaena, but you don’t trust his temper, and his impulsiveness even less. At this point you’re just hoping for a chance to tell Jace yourself.

So you aren’t completely consumed by your anxiety, you busy yourself by taking some of the vegetables Helaena has laid out and begin to dice them furiously. It’s a wonder you don’t accidentally chop your hand off in your haste.

The dinner itself is a painfully tense affair, with the four of you sitting around the coffee table -slash- makeshift dining table in awkward silence. At least the food is good, you suppose. Helaena, on the other hand, is blissfully unaware of the tension, as she attempts to make small talk with all of you.

“So,” she begins, “how was your day?”

You and Jace share a conspiratorial look. You cough into your bowl, unsure how to phrase ‘Jace fucked my brains out, and made it so that I wouldn’t be able to walk properly for the next two days’ for polite company, so you simply say, “It was fun.”

Aemond scoffs, and mutters something under his breath, but you ignore him. You refuse to let his sourness ruin this day for you. In fact, you are hellbent on ignoring any barbs from him tonight.

You hate it when Aemond gets like this. Although you have no idea what brought this on, it can’t have been good considering how salty he’s being. Everytime he gets hurt, it’s like he can't help but lash out at everyone around him, always looking for a weak spot to dig his heel into, the asshole.

“Oh, do you have plans for break?” Hel asks you out of nowhere.

“No, not really. Break is too short to make buying tickets home worth it,” you explain between bites of food.

“Well, mom asked if you wanted to come with us,” she offers, “to Dragonstone.”

All you know about the place is that it’s a few hours away by boat, and that the siblings usually spend their time there in their vacation house.

“I’m not sure that’ll be wise,” you reply cautiously, suddenly unable to meet anyone’s eye.

At that Hel looks up from her bowl to peer at you with her wide eyed gaze. “Why not?”

“Why not indeed,” Aemond jibes in unhelpfully, and you have to resist the urge to throw your fork at him.

“I’ll be there,” Jace tells you in hopes of bribing you to come, but, really, that only makes things more complicated.

Ah, shit. This is a complete clusterfuck.

“I’ll think about it,” you tell Helaena just to get her to drop the topic. She gives you a smile, probably thinking she’s won you over, while Aemond broods menacingly in the corner.

“What about you Aem, you bringing Floris?” Jace asks innocuously. The ashen haired man stabs his food so forcefully, it’s a wonder he doesn’t crack his bowl.

“No,” he snaps, which in itself is a tell-tale sign to let it go.

You can’t tell whether Jace is being deliberately obtuse, or if he has a death sentence, because he continues, “Why not?”

Aemond gives Jace a distinct look, like he’s imagining Jace’s head on a spike, while Jace blinks at him in feigned innocence. The tense silence lasts until Helaena pointedly sets her bowl down to give them both a chastising look. These people will be the death of you, you lament in your mind.

After a while, Jace chooses to focus on you instead. He tells you about Dragonstone, and all his fond memories there in hopes of convincing you to go.

You rub your face in response, unsure how to proceed. Plus, although you’re no expert on the usual timeline when it comes to dating people seriously, you’re pretty sure it’s far too early to meet Jace’s mom. You tell him as much.

But he only shrugs, and says, “Mom’s cool, it’s okay.”

Helaena agrees easily, “Yeah, Rhaenyra wouldn’t mind.”

Which is all well and good until Aemond adds mockingly, “She, of all people, won’t judge who her bastard son sleeps around with.” His lips are curled into a smile, as if he hadn’t just insulted you, Jace and his Mom all in one breath.

Helaena looks at her brother in horror, as unable to fathom why Aemond would say such a thing, while Jace looks like he’s one sly remark away from punching Aemond in the face. This proves that Jace is definitively the better person between you two, because before you even realize what you’re doing, you’re already halfway up, with Aemond’s collar clutched tightly in your fist.

“Say that again, asshole,” you threaten.

“Or what?” He has the gall to dare you, “are you gonna hit me, sunshine?”

“How about I do you one better and strangle you to death, you insufferable prick!”

Only when Jace makes a choked noise do you realize what you’ve done. You let go of Aemond’s shirt like it has burnt you, before standing up abruptly, needing to distance yourself from the table as much as possible. Aemond has a smug look painted across his face, but before you can follow through with your urge to slap him, you turn to Jace and Helaena. Helaena’s horrified expression, and Jace’s look of utter confusion is enough to give you pause. You can sense the cogs furiously turning in Jace’s head, and you know he isn’t stupid. He’s bound to realize the implications sooner or later.

Congratulations, you think, you’ve ruined everything.

Note: so, what are your thoughts, guys? 😭

+What can i say? Aemond has a thing for ruining dinners.

+if u noticed the chapter count go up it’s bc I have a bad habit of never outlining my chapters so ur girl is struggling rn

+ praying for the lordt to give me power to finish this fic

+no beta so if u see any mistakes pls lmk

Tags: - @crazylokonugget @bellstwd @astrumark @zatarias-pandora @malynn @fictionalcomforts @brightlilith @watercolorskyy (lmk if you want to be removed or added 🫶🏽)

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astrumark · 10 months

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LGKFKFKFKFL amira my beloved 🥹🥹🥹 so glad you enjoyed it! thank you sm!!! <3

── WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER ★.

PAIRING: jacaerys velaryon x female reader.

SUMMARY: you discover a new side of your husband, and it's exhilarating.

WARNINGS: fluff, smut, semi public sex, p in v, soft dom jace, dirty talk (praise), bondage, breeding kink, hair pulling, aftercare.

WC: 2.7K

"You are certain you can do this on your own?"

Jace sighed exasperated, although a playful smile crept across his face as well while he jumped out of the boat with enormous grace.

He looked excruciatingly charming today, his face flushed under the sun, and brazenly wearing only a thin white undershirt, the first three buttons undone and showing his chest.

"My sweet wife, I believe you have forgotten you have wed a Velaryon," He smirked. "What would become of me if I didn't know how to sail?"

"With all due respect, your brother gets seasick every time he's on a boat," Your eyes twinkled with amusement. "And he ought to be the head of the house one day."

Jace snorted jokingly. "We must be careful not to speak about it in front of him," He smiled mischievously. "It's a sensitive topic."

You laughed warmly, your whole body reverberating with it, and you glanced at the boat a few steps away from you. It was not extravagant, small, and made to travel shorter distances, the wood a reddish brown with an intrinsic seahorse carved into the bow.

It was his idea to spend the night on a boat, alone and away from the bustling castle, to unwind, he said. Your duties would not allow you to travel anytime soon, but a long boat ride could be just as enjoyable.

And that's how you found yourself at the docks, with food, blankets, books, and cards, all of which the prince had already stored on the boat a couple of minutes ago.

"Fortunately, I am not my brother." He continued to jest. "You have nothing to fear, my dear. Do you not trust your husband?"

You rolled your eyes at his exaggeration. "You know I do."

"Yes, because you did not hesitate for a second to fly with me on dragon-back," He moved closer to you, his arms wrapping around your waist, and your hands went to his neck. "What is the sea compared to the sky?"

"Just as dangerous." You quipped.

"Fair enough, but I will always keep you safe, whether in the sky, sea, or land."

Your heart leaped, a tingling warmth spreading from head to toe, and you averted your eyes, feeling too bashful. Jace chuckled, doubtless deeming you the most enchanting thing he ever had the privilege to see, and he couldn't help himself as he leaned in and locked your lips in a slow and loving peck.

"Lead the way, husband." You smiled shyly.

He grinned, not wasting a second to twirl you around and help you get into the boat. You giggled uncontrollably.

It's very captivating to watch him work, his sleeves rolled up and forearms flexing. He easily untied the ropes and pulled the anchor up, giving you quick explanations about how it is done, subtly proving to you he knew exactly what he was doing, a hint of a smug smile displayed when he looked at you.

Meanwhile, you also basked in the sun, it was an atypical hot day, the reason why your handmaids had chosen the lightest fabrics to dress you, and why your husband had taken off his tunic as soon as you two left the castle.

The fresh air nipped at your face, making your hair float, and it was more than welcome. You looked out at the vast blue sea while salt filled your lungs, mesmerized by the crash of the frothy waves. The bouncing of the water was, without a doubt, the most soothing sensation. For the longest time, you have always been delighted to travel, mostly because of the ships. An excitement many would consider childish, but that you could not help.

Jace hoisted the sail, adjusting it accordingly, and you offered to help. He was very patient with you, even if it meant taking a little bit longer and you were genuinely interested in learning, so much that you were beaming to see him steering it with the rudder. You didn't feel confident enough to try it out yourself yet, but you promised one day you would.

Fortunately for you, the sea was calm and the winds steady, and it didn't take long until he could leave the rudder aside to spend time with you, only using it occasionally to remain in the desired direction, and time flew.

Sometime in the late afternoon, Jace was reading, and you should've been too if only your eyes could concentrate on the pages of the book and not on him in front of you.

He looked stunning, the wind moved through his dark curls, his light brown eyes looked like a honey pool, his cheeks sun-kissed, and his nose had a few tiny freckles, his attractive hand was splayed across the book's cover, and the occasional bites on his beautiful plump lips along the frown of his eyebrows as he focused on whichever he was reading was too much.

You could never fathom your luck, not only marrying a prince, the future heir to the throne but such a handsome and dear one, who you were irrevocably in love with. Your chest clenched just by looking at him.

Motivated by a sudden craving, you crawled to his side, pressing yourself to him. Although a lot more inconvenient to read in this position, he didn't hesitate to hug your waist with one arm, placing the book on his thigh.

His scent, of mint and lavender, inundated you, and you kissed his jaw before hugging his waist back with both arms and laying your head on his shoulder, snuggling up to him.

"I love you." You muttered.

Jace's eyes flicked to you, his cheeks growing redder, but this time not because of the sun. He smiled, one of his teeth slightly crooked, which only added more charm to his appearance, alongside his dimple.

"I love you more." He said, resting his forehead on yours and brushing your noses, which made you chuckle.

But these words were never enough, the immensity of your love for him was terrifying. You desired him in the most primal and selfish way, wanted him to be all yours, although he already was, by all means: legally and intimately. You worried your hunger for him would never be satiable, as there was nothing else to claim, less you two merged. Or perhaps it would be enough if you carried a piece of him inside of you.

"I want to give you children," You said absently, staring at the side of his elongated nose. "Make you a father."

Jace grinned, his eyes twinkling with diversion, but his heart hammered. "You will."

"Hopefully soon." You smiled faintly at him.

"Attempts will certainly not be an issue for us."

You laughed and with the sun finally cooling down, you closed your eyes. The wind caressing your face and the peaceful sound of the sea quickly lulled you to sleep.

At night, when you were both lying down on thin blankets while stargazing, the sky full of shimmering stars and the moon a waxing gibbous, it was very unsurprising how rapidly you got distracted and found yourselves melting into each other, the kisses heated and desire slowly consuming you inch by inch.

His touches were feather-light and teasing as he undressed you, and the night air made you shiver. His kisses were full of appreciation and delicacy, his thumb stroking your cheek in the most genuine affection. In the short two moons following your wedding, the prince had always been extremely gentle and attentive when bedding you, and you truly cherished it, most of the time. But in that moment you needed more, and so you asked him not to be as careful, but rather rougher.

He looked at you as if you had grown a second head, getting on his knees and denying profusely at first, claiming he would never mistreat you, but the twitch of his cock and the wild glint in his eyes were undeniable. It took some time to fully convince him, reassuring him that you truly wanted it and would be just fine afterward, and creating a small code between the two of you to stop, in case it became too overwhelming, he seemed keener to accept.

"Please, you might as well break me and put me back together," You whispered against his lips and he swallowed hard. "You can do whatever you wish to me."

"Anything?" His voice was low and hoarse.

"Anything. I am your wife, I belong solely to you and no one else," Your hand softly played with one of your breasts provocatively, his lower lip caught in between his teeth as he watched. "I am all yours, husband, only yours, to be treated as you see fit, and nobody has a say in that."

Then, he snapped, brown orbs darkening considerably and jawline clenched. In a blink of an eye, there were no traces of your ever-so-kind Jace anymore. His hand found a fistful of your hair, tugging at it with no care, which made you wince and your scalp burn.

"Very well, you asked for it." He growled before harshly pushing you back to the blankets on your stomach. You gasped, your cunt throbbing at the unusual behavior and eyes widening as you noticed him grabbing three of the many ropes around the boat.

Jace pressed his knee to your lower back, locking you in place as he grabbed your arms and tied them up in the tightest and most impressive knots, his ability with it once again surprising you. But he didn't stop at your wrists, he bent your legs and tied each of your ankles to your upper thighs as well with different ropes, restraining you completely and lifting you to be on all fours for him.

You writhed in discomfort, your arms and legs already aching due to the uncomfortable position. Jace stared at you while pushing his breeches down, your glistening cunt exposed to him in the most beautiful and tantalizing way.

He slammed into you with no warning or preparation, not that your already wet entrance needed it. Loud and whiny moans immediately left your lips, his girth stretching you out spectacularly, and the new position was delirious, you were certain he had never reached this deep before.

Jace's thrusts were far from gentle, and along with the delicious sensation of his cock dragging against your walls there was also an unusual sting with how careless he was being with it. Which only made you grow more aroused.

"You look so perfect like this, my dear," He praised and you hummed, lost in the bliss you were feeling. "Fucking perfect."

He slapped your ass hard, his palm imprinted on your skin in a red mark. You gasped sharply as the pain licked your stomach, but all too soon it became a desire.

"Always taking my cock so well, squeezing me so wonderfully," He slapped the other side of your ass mercilessly, the noise it made strident and you winced once again. "This cunt was precisely made for me."

His sweet words paired up with his aggressiveness were making you wild, not moaning anymore, but rather screaming. Any boats nearby could've heard you, but your mind was blank with pleasure, not worrying about it. You barely held any control over your body at this point, way too blissed out.

The urge to move and hold onto something, but the complete inability to do so was cruel and incendiary, repulsion and adoration melded as one. It made you whine, your stomach churning and heart thundering, it was agonizing even, but you loved being so overpowered, so vulnerable underneath him.

Jace pounded into you almost beastly, growling and gripping your hips with an unnerving strength, his balls smacking against your ass. You tried to move, but you only hurt yourself, the ropes scratching your skin and burning you. Your eyes welled up, unable to differentiate pain from pleasure, and you bite your lips, focusing on the overflow of sentiments inside of you.

By being tied up all your senses became more heightened, and even the littlest brush on your skin dazzled you. Every sensation was worth a hundred ones, and you felt it all deep in your core. It was as wondrous as damning. The cool wind kissing your body, the lewd sounds, Jace's unwavering grip on you, the sting of his previous slaps, the burn on your wrists caused by the rope, his cock hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. You were slowly going mad.

Your cunt fluttered furiously, your skin burning and sweat dripping down your forehead. You barely realized you were sobbing, a heavy stream of tears wetting your face on its own accord as you could not help but cry and cry with such strong emotions provoked.

And in the midst of it all, there was also a small amount of gentleness your husband couldn't completely leave behind. Clear in how he brushed your sticky hair out of your face and cleaned your tears as he leaned over you slightly, although his pace continued as brutal as before, if not even more.

"Seven, aren't you just adorable?" He rasped in the shell of your ear. "You are being so nice to me, I might just fuck a pretty babe into you as a reward."

You groaned in delight at his words, your body was already shaking and your muscles sore. Jace went back to his initial position, pulling harshly at your hair and pounding into you relentlessly.

"Would you like that, sweet wife?" He chuckled smugly. You tried to answer, but you didn't find words, so you only nodded eagerly as you babbled. "Yes, I know you would."

He would too, the thought of your belly swollen with his child made him go feral and swell up with pride. The grip on your hair tightened and his thrusts became even faster and desperate, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and goosebumps arousing on his skin with the approaching release.

Jace came with a grunt, his hot and thick seed filling you to the brim. His heart pounded painfully in his ears, beads of sweat all over his body. Even when quite faint from his peak, his ruthless pace didn't falter. You getting to come as well was just as important to him, and you were pretty close by the clench of your cunt.

It's like you have been shattered into the tiniest fragments and banished to the void, your mind parting from your body and your whole existence ceasing for a moment. You believed you and the stars above have become one, and that even perhaps you had perished from too much pleasure.

You are reminded you are very alive when Jace gathered his spend dripping out of you. "If you want to be the mother of my children so desperately," He started before pushing two fingers back into your sensitive cunt, which made you whine and squirm. "We cannot waste a single drop."

And as simple as that you are conscious of your surroundings again, too aware of the salty air and the ripples of the waves. You were shivering so much your teeth chattered, and you panted as if you had run a thousand miles, your throat sore from the cries and eyes heavy due to the tears.

Jace deluged you with many caring pecks on the cheek before undoing the tight knots and turning your slack body over.

"You did so well," He praised as he softly kissed your bruised wrists as well. "My perfect little wife."

He caressed your damp hair before helping you to sit up, flushed against his chest. Jace cleaned you up with the hem of the blanket, for lack of a better option, and grabbed a waterskin near, bringing it to your lips and you didn't waste time to drink it enthusiastically, your chin getting wet as well.

"Are you alright?" He asked concerned, the waterskin soon being emptied.

You took a few deep breaths before answering him, your voice somewhat raspy from the screaming. "Yes," You leaned more into him. "That was… very intense."

"Indeed." He hugged your waist and you looked up at him, finally regaining your breath. Jace pressed his lips to yours in a long and chaste kiss. "You are the absolute love of my life," He brushed your face with his knuckles. "Don't ever forget."

"And you are my heart and soul." You smiled at him, who stared at you with immense adoration in his eyes as if you hung the moon and the stars.

Cuddling up, sleep does not find any of you, but instead you spent the night talking away, and got to watch a beautiful sunrise together.

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astrumark · 10 months

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omg brings me so much joy to know you liked it, thank you for the lovely comment!!! i'm always baffled at the lack of jace content out there, he truly deserves more attention! ❤️