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Hey this is my first(second) time asking for some story of you're available can you please do the BaelaxJacexWife !reader but like a love triangle type but like Jace and Baela are in love and reader tryna be a good and devotional wife and maybe angsty I already send you one maybe you don't see but yea that's all if it is not too hard can you please give me that i am kinda annoyed with smut now all I see is smut and i want some angst thank you mam
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✧.* 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: female reader/description, canon divergent, profanity, fluff, kissing, fingering, breast play, coitus, use of Y/n
𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: Jacaerys has traded his wife for duty for longer than her liking. Who is she to let this ignorance linger?
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A/N: First proper smut fic I had the worst time writing this oh my god so much respect to smut writers bc I was suffering and cringing the whole way
Y/N TRULY LOVED HER HUSBAND. Why should she not? He was everything a woman would want, high or lowborn. Jacaerys possessed sweet brown eyes, plump lips and his perfectly sharp nose. His body was a pleasure by itself, but it was not simply his features that captured her heart. He treated her reverently, as if she were goddess incarnate upon the earth, the pinnacle of his adoration. And she was. But not the pinnacle of his time.
He was a diligent creature, one who would dedicate his hours to anything should he wish. And as much as he gave her, his princely duties tugged him away, a wave pulling the shells from the shore. He was so responsible. He was perfect. Yet she missed him, she couldn't help but embrace her selfishness. And she did not feel shame for it, no, for it was her humanity, and a wife deserved the attention
The day was hot, slightly hotter than usual. The sun beat down on the city, bright and golden. Jacaerys was out on the yard, sword in hand. He'd been busy for a fortnight now, and she yearned for him. He would be gone during the days and returned late at night.
Her handmaid trailed behind her dutifully as Y/n strolled toward the canopy. Her shoes crunched against the scattered, tiny rocks. She'd brought a lacy fan with her, wrist moving delicately back and forth. The gentle air cooled her warm skin, though with this temperature she wished for nothing more than to be doused in a bucket of ice. Her handmaid even dressed her lighter today, in a shoulder-less dress made of silk. She ducked below the shade, taking her place on a sturdy chair to observe the scene unfolding.
Her husband had taken a house knight to spar, a man built similarly to him. They both wore simple leather pieces of armour on their chests and arms, equipped with blunted swords. Jacaerys had taken notice of her arrival, head turning to give her a grin before going back to his razor-sharp focus. The knight threw the first blow, lunging and thrusting his blade to the prince's neck. Expertly, Jacaerys dodged it with a side step and brought his own sword up to meet the other. The yard rang with a CLANG!
Jacaerys laughed heartily. At that, she smiled. His laugh was one of life's smaller pleasures that brought tingles to her heart. The two men drew both of their weapons back, back into their positions. They circled each other slowly, prowling, eyes darting for the slightest movement from the other. This time, Jacaerys went first. He raised his sword at the knight's left, having his right arm fly to block the strike. Her mouth opened in an 'o'. She saw what he was doing now. Her husband kicked his opponent's right leg, when his weight had shifted to the left, and he went tumbling down. Jacaerys stood above him, blade pointed at his throat.
"I yield," the knight conceded.
"Good man," Jacaerys offered his hand and lifted him to his feet. "Thank you."
"My prince," said the knight, bowing his head.
Y/n and her handmaid clapped sensibly. Joy was evident on the princess' face. She rose from her seat, smug he had gone to her moments after his session. Now she had his attention.
It took only a few steps for her to reach him, as he'd hurried right away.
"My lovely," he chuckled breathlessly, snaking his arms around her waist. He brought his mouth upon hers, moving them in a deep kiss. He moved to her cheek, lavishing that part of her now and rubbing his nose against her temple.
"You're sweaty," she pointed out, but there was no trace of disappointment on her features.
"Well I am hard at work here," he insisted, tone light. "Unlike you, I practise in the yard in the sun rather than sitting in the cool shade enjoying my food and drink."
"Well you must be able to protect me, no?" she reached her hand out to the side. The handmaid placed a clean cloth in it, and Y/n thanked her. She raised her hand and dabbed the cloth against his brow. "I'm quite valuable, you know."
"I protect the realm, my love," he reminded, though he did not sound reprimanding. "And you are not valuable. You are priceless. My most precious."
A girlish giggle sounded from her as she finished removing the sweat from him, girlish and sweet like a summer maid. He kissed her again, though she pulled away after only a few seconds. "Come."
Their fingers tangled and she led him to the canopy. Her maid had already arranged a seat for him, and placed out an assortment of snacks and beverages.
"For me?" he inquired.
"Of course," she replied.
He pecked her cheek and took the handle of the chilled jug. In his goblet he poured the cold water, immediately guzzling it down. "I like your dress."
She preened. "It should be a more common fashion. The noble ladies looked at me like I'd gone outside naked, but they were the ones sweating like hogs in Dorne with their high necks and sleeves. I believe we should follow Dornish practices, actually. They seem quite content with themselves."
"I will make suggestions to my mother," Jacaerys nodded. "The Dornish are important. We herald ourselves 'the Seven Kingdoms' but truly we are six, are we not? I hope to be united, especially once I am king."
"Indeed."
She liked their little talks and discussions. He actually listened to her, took in her input. He saw her as a level intellectual, not like when she was a child. She read the whole library in her father's home, but during his own meetings he would discard her, and remind her girls were to be seen and not heard.
"You will make the most wonderful queen," Jacaerys reached for her hand and pressed a kiss to each finger.
"And you will be a wonderful king," she responded. "We will be Jaehaerys and Alysanne. But better."
"If you say so, my love," he agreed, kissing her palm.
She pulled her hand back, taking the glass of iced milk and a small spoon. She dug the spoon into the slushy substance and raised it up to his lips.
His head cocked, mouth stretching wide. "I'm not a child."
"Indulge me," she pleaded.
Jacaerys huffed in good nature, but he leaned forward and swallowed the iced milk. It was refreshing and sweet, a good treat for the current heat. He thought it was not so bad, and laughed lightly at her pleased expression.
She scooped up her own portion of it and ate it herself. She slid the spoon slowly out of her mouth, licking away the excess on her skin. She made sure her eyes remained locked with his.
His suspicion rose.
"What schemes do you have brewing?" he queried.
"Why nothing," she replied innocently.
"Temptress," he whispered. He got off the chair, pulling the side of her face over and giving her a final kiss. "I have meetings after this and I'll be in my study tonight. Do not sleep late."
He was about to leave, but she held onto his arm. "I miss feeling you in our bed. Do you not have time for me anymore?"
"Of course I do," he frowned. "I am truly sorry I cannot make more time for you. But I have duties. Mother has troubles in the West at the moment, but I promise once this is over I shall dedicate all aspects of my time to you. I promise." he squeezed both her hands and was back to sparring.
He left his wife with a pout on her face and disappointment stirring in her bones. She did not deny the legitimacy of his promises. He kept each one he made, whether it be in an instance or over a longer period. Never had he broken anything he'd sworn. But she was simply a girl, a girl with needs for the man she loved.
"Jayne," Y/n called her over. She started to walk back to the inside of the Red Keep, pace fast. Her handmaid hurriedly picked up her feet, meeting her mistress' side.
Jacaerys waved once he saw her go, to which she gave her own listless wave. She would see her wants to completion.
IT WAS THE HOUR OF THE BAT NOW. Jacaerys, true to his word, did not return to their bedchamber at any normal time. Y/n's plan would be set now. Well, it was not some sort of elaborate project that she had taken meticulously, more so she would have to be careful in her actions.
She looked into her vanity mirror. Her hair was set in place, the neckline to her nightdress low, and her skin perfumed. He should have no resistance.
Before leaving, she equipped herself with a candelabrum. The tiny flames managed to light up the dark halls of the castle. The heat still lingered, even in the night air, and an additive warmth emanated from the candles. Beads of sweat gathered at her chest.
His study was not far from their bedchamber. She tread down a hallway in her slippers, taking a right turn. The door was made of wood with thin hinges. She pushed through it and it creaked.
Jacaerys looked up from his papers. There was a neat stack on his left and an untidier stack on the right. His fingers were stained with the black of ink smudges, and his knuckles bore tinges of red and purple. "Y/n, what are you doing here?"
"I couldn't sleep," she shrugged, placing the candelabrum at the corner edge of his desk.
"That is no excuse to be wandering around here at night interrupting me," he shot back.
That certainly wasn't the reaction she had expected from him, and her face shifted from its nonchalance. He noticed it right away and dove into his apologies. "Gods, the nerve of me. I think my fatigue is finally catching up to me, my love. Come here."
She slid onto his thigh as he wrapped his left arm around her waist. "I forgive you."
"Thank you," he breathed a sigh of relief. "I am not deserving of your lenience, gods know it."
"You were simply tired, as everyone gets," she patted his hair. "With twice the burden."
"I shall finish this last paper and we may retire, all right?"
"Very well."
Jacaerys did not push her away, instead allowing her to stay on his thigh whilst he went through his work. He picked up the scroll in his hand, eyes scanning over each written word. She saw his forehead crinkle and his lips purse. His grip tightened on the paper.
Lowering her head, her lips touched his neck.
"Y/n..."
She ignored him, moving all around the area.
He groaned softly, his body slumping against his seat. It was just what he needed but his guilt called out to him. He should finish what he was doing. And yet... Well he had ignored her for a time now...
"Relax, my love," she cooed, ghosting over his jaw.
That felt good. Jacaerys fought it. He had much to finish and he would have to battle with the consequences of his procrastination in the morning. But was it truly procrastination if he was entertaining his wife? Surely the act of that held far more merit than signing or writing mediocre letters. He surrendered.
"Fucking vixen," Jacaerys hissed.
He took her by the hips and hefted her onto the desk. She laughed. It was glorious. She looked behind her, brushing away any papers beneath or near her. They flew up and descended gently, unlike the jarring clatter of ink pots and quill nibs. Normally, he'd chide her for it, and yet he was not, just as she intended. That was how she knew she had him exactly where she wanted him. As soon as her head turned back he crashed into her, kissing harshly. His tongue probed into her mouth, swiping at her own. She bit at his bottom lip, eliciting a deep noise.
She hummed pleasantly once his kisses migrated to her face, sliding down her neck and under her jaw. Her eyes closed, hands entangling through his silken hair.
"I shouldn't be doing this, you know," he muttered, right beside her ear. The heat of his breathing sent an eruption of gooseflesh on her biceps. "Of course you know."
So he did see through her plans. It mattered not now, not when he was already stuck in her clutches. The hardness pressed against the side of her knee proved that.
Jacaerys went back to her neck, using his teeth and tongue now. He needed to hear those little cries and sounds that motivated him so much. His hands travelled down her body, feeling up her curves and ridges. Down down down. His fingers reached the hem of her skirt, toying with it until she impatiently rucked it up herself.
"Ah," he tutted. "You started this, but we will go about this my way."
His hand ran up her calf, then her thigh. She sighed, her touch heedlessly worshipping his face. He chastely kissed her palm, hand sliding up further to where her heat laid. His middle finger hooked over the top of her smallclothes.
Any moment now, she thought. It was foolish really, to think he would give her relief so soon.
He was a terrible tease, touching her stomach, her upper thigh. He tugged at her smallclothes, never doing away with them. However her little whines softened his judgement. Jacaerys grinned, finally pulling them off in one fell swoop. The flimsy piece of fabric dropped to her ankles.
His fingertip circled around her pearl and her opening, his smirk intensifying when he drew it back to see it covered in the glistening remnants of her arousal. "Already?"
She nodded listlessly. She didn't care. It was long past their times with each other when they would bumble and blush in newlywed fashion.
"I am a wonderful husband," he stated.
"Yes," she panted.
"Who else would give in to your desires so easily?" he murmured. "Hm? Who else could handle having such a wanton little wife?"
"No one," she agreed frantically. "Only you."
"Good," he affirmed. His finger plunged into her depths.
Y/n cried out, relief flooding her system. He was so skillful at this. He knew her so well. He prodded against the sweet spot deep in her, leaving her choking and gripping at his shoulder. She nearly wept happily, feeling another of his fingers entering her.
Whilst his right hand was occupied, he decided to put the left to use. He wrenched the neckline of her nightgown down, freeing her breasts. He took one in his grip, thumbing the sensitive flesh and testing a squeeze. She groaned, the dual stimulation on the parts of her body sending her into a daze.
Jacaerys worked diligently, now extending his thumb to circle her sensitive bud. He took her breast into his mouth, tongue swirling over the peak. Pleasure burst at her core, her release building quicker and quicker. She moaned softly, and he increased his pace. Her climax rolled over her, drenching his digits. He removed them, placing them in his mouth after releasing her nipple and sucking her essence clean off.
She took in a deep breath, still reeling from the prior events. He was already busy unbuckling his belt.
Jacaerys pulled down his underclothes, his hefty cock now free and hard. With ease, he manoeuvred her around, having her bent over the desk. He positioned himself behind her, two hands reaching for the sides of her waist. Finally, he pushed in. She gasped as she felt the familiar, delicious sting, trying to find some semblance of stability as he began his aggressive thrusts.
The air was permeated with the scent of their lust. The sounds of squelches and slapping were obscene. Jacaerys was unlike any other night they'd been together, now driven and severe. She felt the pleasure crest once more, and her desperation grew with it. Y/n reached down, attempting to reach her nub.
"Do not touch yourself," Jacaerys commanded. His tone held so much assertion she feared for what would happen if she went through with it. Immediately, she tore her hand away from herself.
"Please-" she rasped, her cunt clenching around him as she grew closer and closer.
His thrusts grew sloppier and rapid. His low grunts stirred flurries in her belly. It pleased her knowing she pleased him.
With a final cry, she toppled over the edge, her limbs trembling and her mouth stuck open. Jacaerys followed her seconds after, fucking his seed into her. He pulled out after ensuring he had taken proper root in her, tucking himself back into his pants. An heir was needed after all.
The prince slumped back onto his chair. He had undone his shirt, too much heat present in his flesh. His wife wobbled on her legs when she stood. She pulled her dress up over her chest again and adjusted her skirts. She turned around and took a perch on his thigh, leaning down and settling on his sticky chest.
"This is the last of your schemes," he warned, kissing her forehead. "I'm a busy man. I cannot afford to give in to you so many times."
"But you don't," she pointed out.
"I just did."
"It was the first time."
"I am incredibly lenient with you," he defended. "You said so yourself."
"I was agreeing, I did not say anything," she corrected. "And I was waiting to be fucked."
"Seven Hells," he muttered, cheeks flushed.
"You love me."
He didn't answer her, but she knew he was smiling. He pressed his lips to her temple, his confirmation.
Jacaerys Velaryon would always be a man of duty. He would forever uphold the responsibilities of the realm and his station. He would attend every meeting, listen to every trouble, and yet he realised he would let it all burn for the woman he loved most.
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