the art of the near touch ( stolen touches ) part four
jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader
summary — you and your brother jacaerys have always shared something stronger than blood. you have given up resisting the temptation towards one another, and people are beginning to notice.
content warnings — targcest, way too many pet names, kissing, fingering, angry jacaerys velaryon, spit kink, lots of spit tbh, handjobs, public sex, almost getting caught, lowkey pathetic jacaerys velaryon, tit play, degradation, dirty talk
word count — 3.5k
note — wrote half of this six pints deep whoops 😛 but i had fun and that’s all that matters
masterlist part one part two part three
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Family dinners were always perilous events.
Usually you would sit back beside your sisters, content to observe the chaos unfolding around you. Your mother and father laughed over brimming cups of wine, a crown nestled amongst your silver curls. Across the table Alicent watched with lips pressed into a smile that never quite reached her eyes.
Your uncles would drink and complain, Aegon’s words growing harsher the deeper into the bottle he fell. While your brothers would watch on, hands curled around their swords.
But tonight the air seemed thicker.
From the moment you had entered, Jacaery’s arm in yours, you had caught the attention of Aegon.
There was something feline about the way he watched you, his eyes trailing across your body, then to Jace. He remained fixed as Jace pulled out your chair and pressed a lingering kiss to your temple before walking to the other side of the table and sitting down beside Lucerys.
As dinner was served you kept catching Aegon’s eyes, no matter what you did, or said. He was there, smiling like he knew something you didn’t.
“How comes the wedding planning, sweet cousin?” Aegon asked once your plates were empty and your wine glasses had been refilled.
“It is a long process, uncle.” You replied, meeting his gaze, “As I’m sure you remember.” You took a sip of wine, pulse quickening when a wicked smile drew upon his lips.
“Tell me, princess, does it frustrate you? Sharing a castle with your betrothed but having to… keep your hands to yourself?” He said, tilting his head.
The chatter at the table had hushed, all eyes were on you. Heat began to well beneath your skin, shame rippling down your spine.
“We are doing okay.” You say, daring to glance over at Jace.
He was burning.
His eyes had been swallowed by darkness, the sharp curve of his jaw locked tight.
You wanted to reach for him, but you knew that would only spur Aegon on.
“You know, I thought I saw something interesting in the gardens the other night…” He trailed off, now turning to Jace, “But, it was so dark I could have been imagining things.”
“Had you indulged in the bottle that night, uncle? We all know that you have a tendency to dramatise things once the wine reaches your head.” Jace said, his lips curled back in a snarl.
Beside you Rhaena grabbed your hand.
“Hm,” Aegon hummed, “What a pretty sight I conjured up. My sweet cousin on her…”
“Enough!” Jacaerys snapped, standing from his seat, the chair sliding across the floor with a harsh groan. “You will not speak of my betrothed in such a manner!” His voice rang against the stone walls, “She is your future queen. You will address her with the respect she is due.”
The room was silent, only the faint sound of wicks burning and the wind outside permeating the room. From her small throne, your mother had gone very still.
Bile swirled in your stomach.
“Your spirit shall be your guide, darling girl.” Your mother used to say, running a brush through your hair, “But you should be mindful of the recklessness that it brings.”
Reckless, reckless, reckless.
You had done this.
You and your reckless wanting heart.
Every stolen kiss. Every lingering touch. Every moment you had taken for granted, had believed no one was watching.
Foolish.
Aegon merely laughed, lifting his cup in a mock salute before falling into uncharacteristic silence.
You spent the rest of the night frozen in your seat, the bitter taste of regret bubbling on your tongue.
Jacaerys didn’t speak as he led you back to your room that night, you could see the anger still bubbling beneath his skin. Could practically taste it in the air.
You knew what he was thinking, because it was what you were thinking too.
This was your fault.
You had been so desperate, so incorrigible, and Jace had given into you. Had allowed you to take what you wanted from him even though he had told you time and time again it was a bad idea.
He wanted to wait.
You started to cry before you could stop yourself.
Hot, heavy tears flowing down your cheeks as you crumbled.
“Sister?” Jacaerys gasped, immediately reaching for you, but you pulled back. Trembling as sobs began to rip from your throat.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You gasped, “This is all my fault.”
Your voice echoed off of the walls of the empty hallway. Only you, Jace and the stars witness as you drop to your knees.
“What are you apologising for, my heart? You have done nothing wrong.” Jacaerys questioned, kneeling beside you, shaking his head frantically. “Please, my love, what is hurting you so?”
“I did this, I forced you into this.” You cried, “And now everyone knows.”
“Forced…” Jace trailed off, you couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t face the betrayal on his face. You knew you were right. You had done this.
“Look at me, my love.” He pleaded but you shook your head, tears continuing to roll down your sodden cheeks. “I’m not going to ask you again, look at me.”
Your head remained downcast, eyes fixed on the smooth stone floor, arms wrapped around your chest as though to hold in the anguish that leaked from you.
“For fuck sake,” Jace hissed, and suddenly you were being wrenched from the floor, legs unsteady as Jace pushed you up against the wall, arms tight on your shoulders. A leg shoved between your thighs. “You dare listen to the words of our drunken uncle? You blame yourself for what we share?”
“You wanted to wait, I forced you…”
“You think you can force me to do anything?” He asked, “Angel, you may have come into my room that night, but I have been waiting for your touch from the moment you gave me your kiss on your fourteenth name day.”
“Jacaerys…” You whimper, “I’m sorry.” You repeated, but Jace snarled, leaning down and crashing his lips against yours.
His lips tasted of salt and sun.
He kissed you like he was starving, his tongue plunging past your lips and licking deep into your mouth. You moaned into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck and dragging him in.
“Say fucking sorry again and I’ll fuck the word right out of your mouth.” He growled against your lips.
“Thinking you what, huh? Took advantage of me, angel?” He asked, “Like I’m some little boy who can’t take what he wants?”
“Jace… Jace… I…” You spluttered as Jace pushed you harder against the wall, dragging his hands down your hips.
“You are mine, sister. My fucking girl, my wife.” He said, drawing his hands up your chest and tearing open the front of your dress. The fabric hung loosely around your hips as Jacaerys dipped down, sucking your right breast into his mouth.
It was obscene, the look he gave you, his lips curled around your nipple, suckling on it. Each flick of his tongue sends a shock to your core. One of his hands slid to your other neglected breast, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolling it in slow circles.
You collapsed against the wall, hands trying to grip on smooth stone as Jace sucked and kissed and licked over your chest. Swapping from one breast to the other until you were bucking your hips onto his thigh, head swimming.
“You think very highly of yourself, princess. Remember it is I who has taught you everything you know about this body. I own every inch of it.” He snarled against your skin, “And when I make you come on my fingers I want you to remember that.”
Jacaerys changed when his hands were on you, something feral crawling from beneath his skin and infecting him. His eyes, his voice and even his taste was different.
He was hotter, blistering against you.
As he drew back up, connecting his lips with yours, you swore you could taste ash on his mouth.
Jace wasted no time, hiking your skirts up and burying his fingers between your thighs. Small clothes easily pulled down.
You were debashed. Breast bare and skirts around your waist as Jace had his way with you in the middle of the Red Keep, not even a tapestry or a curtain shielding you from sight. If anyone were to walk past they would see you exactly as you were.
Claimed.
“So wet for me, angel.” Jace grinned, slowly pumping one finger into your tight wet heat. “Think you can take one more?” He asked against your mouth, already beginning to circle his middle finger around your fluttering hole.
You nodded helplessly, hissing when Jace sunk and second finger inside of you. The stretch was intense, a weird throb erupting inside of you as you tried to resist against the intrusion.
“Relax for me, sweet thing, take a deep breath.” Jacaerys said, stopping his movements so his fingers were resting inside of you. Allowing you to adjust slightly. You did as he instructed, sucking in a large breath through your mouth and releasing it through your nose.
You did this a few times before nodding, and gently Jace began to move once again. His fingers glide past your walls, slick with arousal.
It felt better now, still a little strange, but pleasure was beginning to well.
Jace seemed to notice your ease, raising his thumb and swirling it around your clit. The little bundle of nerves throbbing at the touch, you rose your hips, chasing that feeling.
“Such a perfect little cunt, angel. Knows exactly what it needs.” He said, pushing his thumb firmer against you, rubbing it in time with the curve of his fingers inside of you.
“Next time you think I don’t want this, I want you to remember this moment.” Jace whispered, his lips ghosting down your lips and down your throat. “You all spread open for me, taking what I give you. Okay?”
You didn’t reply, too focused on chasing the high that Jace was bringing you with his fingers.
“I said, okay?” Jace repeated, his voice harsher. His hand grasping your cheek and forcing you to look at him.
“Okay, okay, I’ll remember.” You swore, rolling your hips to meet Jace’s thrusts as the heat beneath your skin began to prickle hotter.
“Good girl.”
He began to jerk his fingers faster, the thumb on your clit bumping, sending jolts of pleasure crackling through your veins. He was relentless, the slick sound of your arousal loud in the otherwise quiet corridor. You couldn’t do anything but whine and moan, watching as Jace dropped his head back to your breasts. Sucking bright red marks across the supple skin.
“Are you gonna come soon, my sweet? I can feel you tightening around my fingers.” Jace groaned, curling his fingers into the spot in your spongy walls that turned your legs to jelly. You collapsed against him. Sweat stains your skin.
“Close.” You moaned, “So, close.”
“Yeah?” He asked, “My good girl, show me how pretty you look when you come. All fucking mine, coming all over my fingers in the halls where anyone could see you. And you know what they would think if they saw? They would know that I fucking own you.”
He finished his words with another sharp thrust into your soft spot that had you screaming, clenching your thighs as Jace pulled you deeper and deeper into the waves of pleasure consuming you.
“Jacaerys, please, please, harder.” You sobbed, clawing at his back, head falling onto the stone wall. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
Jace laughed, harsh and cold and so delicious.
“You are such a whore, sister.” He spat, pulling back and looking down at the mess between your legs. The slick running down his fingers to his knuckles and dripping down your thighs. He reeled back and spit, right on your clit. You felt the warmth of it as it dripped over the bundle of nerves. A cry falling from your lips.
“Gods!” You whined, “More, please.” You cried.
Jace gave you no warning this time as he slipped another finger inside of you. Now three fingers deep, fucking into you at an almost inhumane speed. Maybe you were delirious with pleasure, but you hardly felt the burn this time. Pathetic little uh, uh, uh’s were all you could say as Jace fingered you like he wanted it to hurt. Like you were nothing but a common whore he had picked up and not his wife.
And you fucking loved it.
You could hardly think when Jace curled his fingers under your chin, tilting your head to look at him, using his thumb to drag your mouth open.
“Take it so good, sweet girl.” He said, his thumb pushing so hard on your clit you felt like you were going to burst. “You’d let me do anything I wanted to do to you wouldn’t you?” He asked, and you nodded dumbly, drool pooling on your tongue and dribbling down the corner of your mouth.
You didn’t know what he was doing as he leaned over you, parting his lips, and then he spat directly into your mouth. Your eyes rolled back into your head as your orgasm crashed over you.
So intense that your legs completely gave up and if it hadn’t been for Jace you would have sunk to the ground.
White flashed in your vision, as Jace continued to fuck you with his fingers through your orgasm. Only letting up when you hissed and squirmed.
But he didn’t let you go, instead he pressed his lip against yours, sucking your shared spit into his mouth, rolling it over your tongues as you kissed.
It was so messy and disgusting and absolutely perfect.
You kissed until your eyes began to drop, exhaustion coating your limbs.
“My gorgeous girl.” Jace whispered as he slipped off his cloak and wrapped it around you, shielding your chest before leaning down and straightening your skirts.
“How am I going to explain this to my ladies?” You asked, and Jace only shrugged.
“You got hot?” He offered, causing you to roll your eyes.
“Yea, I’m sure they’ll believe that.” You sighed, slipping under his arm as he led you back to your room.
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The library was surprisingly deserted for early afternoon.
You and Jacaerys had slipped inside after almost being caught by Baela kissing in the gardens. You had been laid out on the plush grass, skirts muddled while Jace devoured your mouth, spit dripping down your chins and body’s rising in heat beneath the sun.
It had been all too reckless, but Jace had practically pounced on you when he saw you sitting alone, a book pressed in your hands.
So you now sought refuge in the library, you back pressed against one of the shelves. As much as you loved everything you did with Jace, you would truly never get tired of kissing him. The taste of him on your tongue, the desperation in how he licked into your mouth, exploring every inch of you.
You loved it, loved him, more than anything.
You idly began to trail your fingertips down his chest, dancing across the curves of muscle rippling beneath his clothes. The delicate dips in his hips that led towards the v of his abdomen.
Jace groaned into your mouth, grinding his hips against you.
You grinned in response, trailing your fingers lower until they were teasing the waistband of his trousers.
“Can I touch you?” You whispered, licking the seam of his lips.
“Of course, sweet girl, take what you want.” Jace murmured, his lips curling as you wiggled his trousers down just enough to free his cock, already hard and weeping.
“So pretty.” You cooed, brushing your thumb over the tip, glossy precum smearing. “Are all cocks this pretty?” You asked, “Or just yours?” Jace hissed through his teeth, cock twitching.
“I don’t tend to look at other men's cock, my sweet.”
“Well, that’s okay. Your’s is the only one I want to see.” You murmured, curling your fingers around it and giving it a shallow pump, reveling in the way Jacaerys gasped, his cheeks flushing and eyes widening.
You used his weeping slit to slick his cock, but your hand didn’t glide as easily as it had the night you had taken him in your mouth. So you leaned down, gathering saliva in your mouth and spitting directly onto his cock, rubbing your hand over it immediately, gaining momentum as you did so.
Jace let out an uncharacteristically loud cry, hips bucking.
“Fuck, angel, you are so…” He moaned, “Such a perfect little whore. Know exactly how to wet my cock.” He murmured. What would usually sound harsh from his mouth softened considerably by the dazed look in his eyes as he thrust into your hand. Needy whines escaping him.
“Mm, does it feel good, Jace?” You asked, quickening your hand.
You knew it did, could tell by the rosy colour his cock had flushed, along with his ragged breaths as he chased his release in your hand. You were so caught up in him you hardly noticed the library doors opening again, until voices filled the air.
“I worry for Jace and Princess,” Your mothers voice rang out.
You and Jace both went rigid, unable to see, but you could hear clearly as two sets of footsteps crossed the room.
“You worry too much, dear.” Your father said, “They are to be betrothed, it is only natural that they explore a little.”
Your hand that had gone still on Jace’s cock began to slide slowly up and down, caressing him from base to tip. Panic flared across his face, but you only smiled, continuing to pump him as your parents spoke.
“I know, but I betrothed them in hopes that it would stop all this.” Rhaenyra sighed, “Instead I have the guards telling me they spend every night in one another's bed, and the echoing cries that keep the Keep awake well into the night.” There was a thud and a sharp laugh.
“We knew they were going to be a problem the day you gave birth to her, he has always been enamored with our girl.” Daemon commented, you could hear the smirk in his voice.
You leaned down, a pool of spit dripping from your mouth and onto Jace’s cock, when you looked up his lips were pinched into a firm line. Sweat beading along his forehead.
“Yes but people are noticing, Daemon, Aegon brought it up in the middle of dinner!” Rhaenyra exclaimed, “It’s only a matter of time before they do something that cannot be hidden by hearsay and mindless gossip.”
You began to fasten your thrusts, a quiet slosh of spit and cum bubbling down Jace’s cock, his lips parted in what you thought might be a cry, so without a second thought you pushed your hands over his mouth. Silencing him as you played with his cock.
“They are to be wed soon. Any chatter will go away.” Daemon said, “He is to be king and his only scandal is fucking his future queen…”
“Daemon!” Your mother cried in disbelief. You could have snickered had it not been for your position.
“What? It’s true.” Daemon laughed.
You looked up at Jace, eyes glittering, running your thumb over his tip. He was soaked, precum dripping from his slit. It was so fucked up, and yet you were both enjoying this.
The horrifying thought that if your mother stepped too close. She would catch the two of you, cheeks flushed while you pumped Jace’s cock in your hand. Bringing him closer and closer to the edge with each brush of your hand.
“I only want them to be careful.” Rhaenyra said finally, “The last thing we need is to explain a perfectly healthy baby born at six cycles.”
“We will figure it out, dear.” Daemon said, and finally you heard them leave the room. The door fell shut behind them.
Immediately Jace was pushing your hand away from his mouth, scowling at you.
“You are fucking insane,” He hissed, but his hips were frantically jerking into your touch.
“You loved it.” You reply, grinning as he moaned, spilling all over your hand. Hot thick cum dripping down your fingertips and onto your pretty blue dress.
“Fuck!” He cried out, you continued to pump him through his orgasm, slowing once his hips fell still and his breathing evened.
“We should start being more careful,” Jace said, watching as you raised your hand to your lips. Licking the cum from your skin. His cock twitched.
“Yeah?” You asked, and Jacaerys groaned.
“You are going to be the death of me, my heart.” You only smiled, leaning back against the book shelf.
Imagining a life where you and Jace could do this every day, and no one could say a single thing.
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this is not edited because i’m tired and drunk,,, but i mean, what do we expect from fucked up smut girl 😛
anyways i hope you enjoyed ! mwah ! <3
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