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Betrothed

{ synopsis } After learning of your betrothal to another man you seek comfort in your best friend's arms.

{ pairings } Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!valyrian!Reader

{ warnings } childhood friends to lovers, reader has long white hair, era-typical misogyny, fluffy smut, loss of virginity for both parties, dry-humping, oral sex, mentions of overstimulation, unprotected sex, vaginal sex

{ word count } 4.2k

{ notes } English isn't my first language so please mind the grammatical mistakes

To be a woman meant you would eventually be wed to gain political or economical advantage for your family, you understood that. Whether the man was far older than you, already had plenty of children or your family member, you had to do your duty with no complaints.

That’s how life worked for you; being a girl in a highborn family especially close to the crown, who also had vast control of the country in military power and often complimented on your natural beauty. You were any man's dream, for themselves or for their sons.

It didn't help that you were the only daughter born to the Dolaeryon house, the expectations for your betrothal were higher than most.

Throughout your life, your parents had gotten proposals from many lords of Westeros, promising their sons to you once you became of age to wed. Though our parents had denied all the proposals, seemingly waiting for a better option to come.

“Jason Lannister?” You asked.

Your mother sighed, “Yes, I've repeated that three times now. Do I really have to again?”

“I thought you said I wouldn't have to marry until after my sixteenth name day.” You murmured.

Your father scoffs, “Who said you were marrying him today? We are still considering our options, and right now Jason Lannister belongs to the wealthiest house of Westeros. He is the Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West.”

“He will make an excellent match for you,” Your mother says.

“But-”

“The prospect of marriage is something we have prepared you to understand since you could read, do not act as if this was a surprise.” Your mother interrupts, “ You will marry Jason Lannister unless a better option arises.”

You look down at your feet, your feelings caught in your throat. The sight of your red dress slowly blurring as tears stung your eyes. You bit your bottom lip and close your violet eyes, a small tear streaking down your face.

You could understand your parents, their actions were comprehensible but it didn't stop your heart from aching.

You opened your eyes and gently wiped the tear off your cheek, avoiding your parent's piercing gazes.

“May I be excused?” You asked, and your father waved you away.

The expectations from your parents were overbearing, you had to be the perfect girl; no slouching, no speaking unless spoken to, no talking back and never allowing yourself to be in a situation where your honour is questioned. A plethora of rules that wore you out.

You follow the winding corridors of the red keep, trudging towards his room, the only place you could feel an ounce of comfort.

You meet with his door, not bothering to knock as you push it open and slam it shut behind you, locking it quickly.

A sob choked you and you bit your lip, trying to mumble your cries. Jason Lannister was the bane of your existence. The foul grown man that offered to take your hand in marriage, forever disrupting the content peace you had with your life.

“Are you alright?” His soft voice asked and snapped out of your daze.

You looked back towards his voice, Jace stood before you, his dark brown hair styled neatly, dressed in dark blue robes that were slightly too big, his brown eyes gleaming and genuine concern laced his gaze.

“Yes,” You reply.

He frowns, “Are you sure?”

“Just distract me, Jace,” You ask.

His long arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug. You reciprocate his actions, hiding in his plush arms.

He pulls himself back from you while his hand remains on your waist and they quickly begin their attack on you.

You squeal, tricking to stop his tickling but he is relentless in his attempts of distraction. You push him off of you and jump onto his bed, grabbing a pillow and holding it up towards him.

“I have a weapon! Do not come any closer!” You giggle.

Jace chuckles, “Terrifying, though I must say quite meaningless!”

He jumps onto his bed and tackles you, pinning your hands behind your back as he continues to tickle you, the pillow you once held falling off the bed. You squirm under his tight grip and slowly wriggle off the bed, hands meeting the cold stone as you pull yourself off.

You stare back at Jace, his soft brown hair dishevelled and his grin laced with mischievousness. You bend down quickly and pick up the pillow that had fallen off, throwing it at his face as you run past the bed.

You bolt towards his bathroom, hoping to hide inside till Jace left. You pulled against the door handle, but Jace pushes his hand against the door preventing it from opening. You quickly turn around, Jace’s hand still perched next to your head as he stares down at you.

You push him back and run past him, he quickly follows you and tries to grab your arm. He steps on your dress and you trip, falling on your knees scrambling to get up before he reaches you.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

You chuckle and stand up, “Of course, my prince,”

“Don't call me that,” He whines.

He leans against the frame of his bed, arms crossed and slightly out of breath. You walk towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder and patting him gently.

“Is your knee okay?” He asks and you nod.

You start bunching up your skirt just above your knee and Jace looks away, trying to offer you some privacy. You examine your knee, it was slightly red but it wasn't bad, it would just bruise. Jace would still have to pay.

“Jace… It's really bad!” You cry.

He turns his head back towards you and his eyes fill with worry as they meet yours. He steps closer to you, attempting to comfort you but you pounce on top of Jace, straddling his hips as you push him down to his bed, “Yield!”

“No!” He exclaims, squirming in your hold, “How could you pretend to be hurt?”

You chuckle, “It's not my fault you are easy to manipulate! Yield.”

“NEVER!” He shouts. You quickly cover his mouth with your hand and giggle.

“Keep it down, I'm not supposed to be in here!” You reason, but Jace licks the palm of your hand and tries to push you off him.

You push Jace further into his bed, holding his hands down, and using your hips down push him against the bed.

“Jace! Yield…” You exclaim.

He continues to struggle under your hold before he falters and sighs, “ Fine, I yield!”

You smile and let go of his wrists, still straddling his hips.

You admire his features; his soft pink lips parted into a smile, the innocent gleam of his eyes and how calm his breathing was. You move up higher on his hips, trying to neaten his dishevelled hair and your face contorted into a smile.

“What?” He asks confused, shifting under your weight.

You shake your head, “Nothing.”

He stares up towards the roof, letting you continue your attempts to tidy his hair. You push some of his thick brown hair behind his ear and bring your thumb down to his cheek, running it along his soft skin.

He brings his hands to your hips, gripping your dress softly.

You bring your thumb down to his lips, feeling the soft skin against yours and you gently press your thumbs into his lips, his smile slowly falters.

You rub against his hips as you try to get up but Jace holds you down, his grip hard pressing hard into your hips.

His eyes flutter close and his hands move up towards your waist, slowly caressing your skin through your tight red dress. His thumbs press into your stomach, and your breath hitches.

He pulls your hips forward, and you feel something pressing against the crevice between your legs.

Your eyes widen.

After a few days of begging your handmaiden, she faltered and told you what would happen when you wed Jason Lannister.

On your wedding night, after all the celebrations, you would go to his chambers and make love, something only a Lord Husband and Lady Wife could do. He would strip you down and lay you in his bed. He would then strip himself and put his ‘sword’ inside of your ‘box’. In and out, until he finished and gave you a baby.

Your handmaiden Laura said that all men had swords between their legs, as all women had boxes. She said that everyone's parents had done it, yours included, and the King, even his son Aegon did with his sister-wife. But you never truly understood what she meant.

You begged her to tell you more, but she only said what she told you was enough.

You had to know more but you couldn’t go to your mother or your father. So your best hope was Aegon, who Laura said did it too.

His answer gave you a new sense of perspective that Laura’s did not:

“Oh… you're a naughty girl, aren't you?” He slurred in High Valyrian.

“My Prince… I just want to know what she meant. She said that you've done it before,” You mumbled, “I just want to prepare myself for what's to come, please tell me.”

He chuckled, “If only my wife was this enthusiastic about pleasuring me.”

“Pleasure?” You asked.

“Yes, pleasure. That's why people fuck- or make love,” He took another sip of his wine, “A man doesn't have a ‘sword’ between his legs, he has a cock. They’re used to fuck pretty girls cause it feels good,”

“And... A man puts his cock inside a woman's box?” You asked.

“mhm.” He put his glass down, “Except they're not called ‘boxes’ they’re called cunts, or pussy’s.”

“Alright…” You paused, “But how is a baby made from that?”

He sighed, “When a man fucks a woman it feels good and when it feels good for a long time, a man finishes. When he finishes inside the woman it grows into a baby,”

“Does it only feel good for a man?” You asked.

He scoffed, “It feels good for women too, and when it feels so good a woman screams,”

“Screams?”

“Happy screams, good screams, screams of pleasure. Whatever you call them.” He said, “Can you fuck off now?”

You nodded and left his study.

A soft groan pulls you from your thoughts, Jace was still below you and his hand still gripping your waist. He pushes you down closer to his lap, all your weight and more pressed against him.

Jace’s clothed cock was rubbing against your cunt and your cheeks flush with heat as you come to realise that. He continues his pace pushing and pulling back your hips, a slight pressure starting to build up in your lower stomach.

You grab at the hem of your dress. A soft moan escaping your lips as Jace sped up his pace, the pressure in your stomach building up more.

His breath quickens as he continues pushing and pulling your hips back, his cock growing ever harder..

“Jace,” You whimper. His eyes slowly flutter open.

“Fuck…” He groans. He completely stops his actions and quickly pushes you off him. Stumbling off his bed and running his hand through his hair.

“Jace?” You call. He quickly turns his head to face you and he furrows his eyebrows, softly biting his lips.

“I am truly sorry. I should not have done that,” He says.

“What…”

“I have put your honour into question and disrespected your betrothal to Jason Lannister.” He continues.

“No-”

“I am a horrible man, I used you for my own pleasure…. I should leave,” He says.

“No, Jace…”

You jump off your bed and hold Jace in a tight hug, “You didn't use me, I wanted it. I wanted you and my betrothal to Jason Lannister means nothi-”

“It means everything,” Jace sighs, “What we just did… will not happen again, it cannot happen again. If anyone were to find out what happened, you would be ruined,”

“I do not care, Jace.” You pause, “You're the person I want to experience this with. Not Jason Lannister. You made me feel good and I want to feel like that again.”

You look deeply into his eyes, bringing your face closer to his. His breath hitches as your lips brush against his. You close the space and press your lips into his, lacing your fingers into his hair.

A soft groan erupts from Jace’s lips, and he reciprocates your actions, pulling you closer by the back of your neck. He guides you backwards, his hand tangling deep into your hair and pulling you even closer.

The back of your knees hit his bed and you fall backwards onto the soft mattress. Jace’s eyes glances over your entire body.

He places his knee between your thighs and begins working on the strings the strings hold your dress together, quick fingers undoing the small knots. He rips open your dress, sliding it off your shoulders, leaving you in your underdress and corset.

You sit up on his bed to untie your own corset while his face stays inches away from yours, lips brushing against the soft skin of your neck.

He dips his face down, planting soft kisses along your neck and you let out a soft moan. You finish untying your corset and put it off yourself.

You stay on his bed in your thin underdress, hard nipples poking at the soft silk and he begins to slide it off you. The cool air of his room prickling against your skin, and your nipples react to it, you shift uncomfortably as Jace’s gaze stares you down, admiring every detail on your skin; small mole’s littered across your arms, light birthmarks in hidden places and small scars he didn't even know you had.

You unconsciously move your arms to cover up your now revealed chest, while Jace continues to stare.

You look everywhere besides Jace as his hands wrap around your wrists and pull your arms down, revealing your breasts again. He kneels on the floor and looks up at you, a puppy dog look that makes your heart flutter; rosy lips parted in a soft smile, cheeks flushed a dark pink colour, eyes dilated and hazy.

He latches his mouth around one of your breasts and moves his hand up towards the other, kneading the soft skin, a whimper escapes your lips.

His tongue circles the hard bud on your chest, and you tilt your head back, relishing in the soft movement of the boy you’ve been in love with for ages. He moves his free hand down your body, gliding against your soft skin as it goes further and further down your body and closer to where you need him most.

His hand brushes against your still clothed thigh, your underdress bunched up just above your hips and he pulls his mouth off your pert nipple, a wet popping sound filling the air.

“Can I take your underdress off, completely?” He asks, voice soft.

You moan, “Please, Jace.”

Oh, Gods. Fuck. You sound so needy and so desperate, and Jace’s cock throbs in his tight slacks at the sultry way you stare at him.

You lift up your hips and he gently pulls down your underdress, abandoning the soft material on the floor and revealing your bare thighs.

Jace’s throat dries.

He eyes you, up and down till he memorises the sight of your naked, needy body.

Jace runs his hand down to your thighs and he begins kneading your plush skin, smiling at the way you wriggle against his touch.

His hands gently pull apart your thighs and he’s levelled with your cunt, dripping and clenching around nothing.

He brings a gentle finger to your hole, slowly pushing inside as your eyes go wide and you whimper. He brings the finger to his mouth, sucking on the skin that was just in you as he stares, eyes half lidded and cheeks flushed.

He groans softly, “You taste so good.”

Your breath quickens. He leans closer to your cunt and you can feel his hot breath against your soft skin.

You lean back on his bed, you back hitting his soft mattress as you feel his breath go ever closer towards your cunt.

Jace plants soft kisses on your inner thighs, dancing around where you need him most, “Jace, please. I want-”, He licks a quick stripe up your cunt and you let out a soft moan.

His tongue circles your soft bud and you fist his bed sheets. His lips purse and he kisses your bud, you melt into his bed, instinctively reaching for him.

Your fingers lace through his hair, it's so soft to the touch and falls easily between your fingers. His thumbs poke into your inner thighs as his grip grows tighter, pulling your thighs further apart for more access.

Jace presses another kiss on your soft bud. Without warning his tongue lolls out of his mouth, and licks another stripe up your cunt, he moans against you, the vibration only adding to the stimulation you felt.

Gods, you tasted perfect to him.

He laps at your cunt like a kitten before he returns to your bud, circling it with his tongue harshly, coaxing moan after moan from you, just as he intended.

He loses himself between your thighs, his pace growing faster and his motivation only for you to finish on his face, your slick covering every part as you scream his name.

The pressure in your stomach builds up unfathomably high and you're practically crying; your breathing has turned ragged, your moans turn into loud whimpers and your eyes well up with tears that threaten to spill as you grow closer to finishing.

Jace puckers his lips over your soft bud and suctions gently, before continuing with the soft circles he pressed with his tongue, his pace faster, more relentless; desperate for you to finish.

“Jace! Jace~ f-fuck, it’s-I,” You moan mindlessly.

You clamp your thighs around his face, and he suffocates himself in your cunt. You pull him closer by his hair and ride against his face, back arching, the pleasure burning low, almost bursting from you.

His tongue and your hips working in tandem, the stimulation slowly becoming overbearing as you stay on your high, pulling moan after moan from you. Tears spill from your eyes, as you shut them tightly.

Gods. If Jace could do that with his tongue, what else could he do?

You pant loudly and he pulls apart your limp thighs, removing his head from your cunt.

He stares at you, his entire mouth and chin glistening with your slick, and his lips purse into a smile. You chuckle breathlessly.

“You're so beautiful.” He says, “I want to…” He looks away, the rosy tint on his cheeks growing even harsher, “Can I be inside you?” He asks.

You smile, nodding gently as you pick yourself up, watching as he unbuttons his shirt, rising up to his knees, still on the cold floor.

You crawled on your knees towards him, pulling him onto the bed by the waistband of his slacks. He sits on his knees and unbuttons his shirt completely, you pull it off him showing his slightly toned stomach, littered with moles and freckles.

You trace the small trail of hair that led down his lower stomach, and your eyes widened at the sight of his cock was straining against the usually loose fabric of his slacks. He abandons his shirt on the floor, somewhere by your lost underdress.

He pulls down his pants slowly, his cock bouncing up after being released from the tight confines of his slacks, bobbing against his lower stomach. You stare, the tip is a harsh shade of red, a slight wetness smeared and a prominent vein starts at the base, all the way towards the tip.

How could all that fit inside someone?

Jace discards his slacks on the floor and meets you in a kiss, hand pulling you close, lips still wet with your slick. He swipes his tongue along your bottom and you part your lips, his tongue slowly intruding your mouth and you can taste yourself on him.

One hand enlaces his hair and the other moves down his chest, feeling the slight grooves of his abdomen before you touch the base of his cock; hot, hard and hefty.

He brings his hand downs to your waist, slowly guiding you towards his headboard and he places you down on the soft pillows. He places his knees on either side of your hips as he leans into your neck, sucking gently on your skin.

You whimper quietly, Jace’s kisses trailing down towards your breasts, sucking gently at your nipples, now-dry saliva still coated from his assault earlier. He plants a soft kiss on your forehead and sits back up.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asks, his gaze soft and endearing.

You nod, “I want you, Jace”

He smiles, planting another kiss on your forehead, before pulling apart your knees and rubbing the soft skin of your inner thigh.

He brings his palm up to his mouth and spits, palming his cock and stroking it slowly. He groans and your lips part at the sight of him, almost majestic as he reels in the pleasure his hand offers him.

Jace aligns his cock to your hole, tip prying at the entrance and you close your eyes, bracing yourself.

He slowly pushes himself in and your breath quickens, the stretch burning, stinging and you whimper, “It hurts,”

He continues to push himself in more, and your eyes open wide, tears spilling out as you continue to whimper softly. He enlaces the fingers of his right hand between yours and holds your hands tightly as he continues to stretch you, his left hand holding your waist as he coaxs himself in.

Jace furrows his eyebrows and bites his lip, you're cunts tight and dripping around him, an unfamiliar feeling compared to his hands from nights he spent fisting himself into sheets thinking of you.

He finally stops as the base of his cock meets your cunt and you pant, slowly adjusting to his size, “A-are you oka-y” He asks, practically moaning.

You breathe deeply, staring up at the roof of his chamber and your heartbeat quickens. Jace was inside you and you could feel the slight twitching of his cock.

You nod as you finally adjust, “You can move.”

Jace listens and begins to pull back his hips slowly, before steadily plunging back inside you. His pace stays consistent as the pain of the stretch lessens and turns to pleasure, small pressure building in your stomach.

A soft squelching sound fills the room, your wet cunt gushing around his cock and he slowly quickens his pace.

He grabs your lower back and raises you slightly, plunging hard back inside you; reaching a deep spot that makes you moan especially loud.

“Sorry.” He groans breathlessly.

You shake your head, “It’s-” you interrupt yourself with a particularly lewd moan, “Its fine, Jace”

He continues with his pace, occasionally letting out groans and moans while holding your hand tightly.

You look at him intently; his cheeks are completely flush, his chest glistens with a sheer layer of sweat as he keeps his pace, his stomach contracts after you clench especially hard around him and he groans; a loud deep groan from the back of his head.

He quickens his pace and moves his hand to your soft nub, circling it as the pressure in your stomach builds up faster. You clench around him and feel him twitch, inching closer to his finish.

“You feel so-” You whimper, “So g-good, Jace”

He smiles and breathlessly moans, only adding to your arousal, “Yeah?” He asks, more rhetorical but you cunt clenches again.

You nod, the pressure building up harder and faster then when Jace was fucking you with his tongue. He continues coaxing moan after moan as he pace quickens, his bed creaking against the pressure.

He can feel himself losing it himself in your cunt; wet, warm, tight. He was going to finish soon and he wanted you to finish with him.

Jace begins circullign your nubs faster, harder, more relentless as he feels himself about to finish.

You let a loud whimper, your grip on his hand growing tighter as you clench harder around his cock and he loses it.

He finishes quickly, continuing to fuck his finish inside you and you follow quickly, moaning his name while the pressure in your stomach snaps.

You practically scream as you finish, moans ragged and breathless, cunt gushing around his cock while he continues to snap his hips inside you.

He ruts into you a few more times, falling from his high.

You both pant against each other, foreheads covered in sweat and eyes dialated. Jace stay inside you, as you calm down.

“I love you” You smile.

He huffs, and combs his damp hair with his hand, still breathless.

“I love you too.”

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