Imagine Maekar wanting you to make up to him (smut)
(Hi! I hope you guys can enjoy a bit of smutty Maekar and that he’s in character! I love him so so much! I haven’t written in soooo long so i’m a bit rusty 😅Did my best though!!)
(Warnings : 18+ minors DNI!!, Female reader, use of Y/N, Jealousy sex, Blowjob, riding, creampie, PinV)
Coming from a smaller house you hadn’t expected to be called to court along with your father to serve the royal family so closely. It was an honor that you were bestowed such a chance you hadn’t hesitate to do what you must to secure your position and enjoy the perks of it.
You didn’t shy away or hide behind your father’s men or maids, in fact you were a delight to the smallfolk, always welcoming so many of them with open arms on different tourneys and celebrations. Young and old people alike would flock to you the instant they would hear of your arrival.
Maidens would rush to see how you’d style yourself for the season and young squires would follow suit in hopes of catching a glimpse of your beauty, making anyone jealous of how easy it was for you to charm those around.
Your charitable heart would capture them and would easily sway any skeptic about your reputation, as well almost nearly everything about you was said to be perfect one could think. It was only natural for someone as kind and generous as you to be perhaps promised to the crown prince. So many had even hoped and anticipated for you to be their next queen.
You and prince Baelor were seen in each other’s company a lot one could say, always sharing a chuckle, glances at one another, it seemed like the natural progression would’ve been for him to ask your hand in marriage. Rumors had even spread in from tourneys that perhaps it would be a grand gesture from him for the realm to look upon you both and give you their blessings.
People would speculate as to why your seating arrangements were always made in sort that you were still so close to each other, or whether or not you wore the Targaryen colours that day in order to show your allegiance to him. It was so easy to root for the both of you, you complimented one another plain and simple.
~~
At the sight of you both upon the dais, the townsfolk had erupted in cheers, the guards and tourney host had to do their best to quiet them down. It was then before the festivities could start when Prince Baelor stood up and addressed them, they held their breath.
As speculated he mentioned your impending wedding that was to come in a few months, however they must’ve heard it wrong so many thought, that couldn’t be a possibility, could it.
How in the Seven Hells would you end up marrying Prince Maekar of all the king’s sons. They erupted into laughters, jeering at the idea of someone as bright and charming as you would want to settle with such a sour minded prince of all princes. Not to mention, to their eyes it seemed that the two of you were always bickering and taunting one another, how was it even possible that you had chosen such a match for yourself.
It was then you stood up yourself, asking them politely to listen to you, “My Lords, my ladies, What his grace speak of is the truth…I will be marrying Prince Maekar this coming spring! I hope your cheers of joy will be heard all the way from King’s Landing to the Wall by then! I cannot wait for that day to come!”
Instantly the crowd’s faces had dropped, as if their own daughter was personally disappointing them and revealing that she’s eloping with some scoundrel. People looked between them, to you and back to Prince Baelor, hoping he’d say something else but nothing of the sort. Their eyes were glued to you and Maekar now, sudden realization hitting them that your seating arrangement had never been about you and the Crown Prince but rather you and your actual betrothed.
Silence reigned for a while, before Prince Maekar himself finally stood by your side, acknowledging the news. Once more onlookers were perplexed by the match but his sudden stern tone, had made it hard for them to not follow his lead when he ordered that the festivities for the evening start.
It proceeded as usual but for tonight it seemed that the crowd weren’t as much anticipating any hopes of a glimpses of interaction between you and the Crown Prince. People were now wondering as to how a match between you and the Younger prince had come to be.
Eyes focusing on the both you, growing incessantly irritating to your betrothed. Quickly he had excused himself, storming off to his quarters for the night. To everyone’s surprise however, he had pulled you along with him announcing that you were both tired for the night and a clear declaration that there was indeed no mistake that you were to be his.
~~
You did your best to keep your pace to his, rushing and bumping into some of his own guards and the smallfolk alike. Your palms growing sweatier and finally trying to get a grip of his hand rather than let him drag you by your wrist but he didn’t relent, you weren’t escaping his hold on you.
The castle felt a mile away, the chatter and looks between tents as you passed by were undeniably about the two of you and you knew from how determined Maekar was he wasn’t deaf to what was being said.
Finally inside, he let you in first following your lead to your shared bedchambers for the stay before slamming the door shut behind him. He was groaning, annoyed with every piece of fabric he had on. His cape flew right across the room right onto a chair as he threw it away before slumping down himself.
You went your way to sit by your vanity, undoing your hair, knowing full well there was no chance you were leaving your room for the night, after all whatever the youngest prince wished for usually went, you thought chuckling.
Within view of your mirror, he sat comfortably on the lounger, leg up, snacking on whatever your maids had left for the two of you for the night. He rolled his eyes, sighing, “You should’ve seen their faces…It’s like they were told you were being sent to fucking die! As if you’re being forced into this marriage!”
Instantly, his tone was reminiscent of that of a brat that didn’t get his way and made you laugh at how easily he was to annoy, “So? I’m not marrying the realm…What does it matter what they think, i’ll be married to you anyways.” you scoffed.
Your hands went right to your earrings, removing them one by one, his gaze lazily following your movements into you unclasping your necklace. His breath hitched before you chuckled noticing him, “Besides I much prefer you.”, you spoke earnestly.
You had hoped that would help ease his heart and more importantly his frown, but instead he rolled his eyes once more, “Oh. Really? I could not tell from how close you and my brother are.”, he pointed out.
He wasn’t easily swayed by that look from you, still sulking he complained on in a mocking tone, “Baelor and Y/n this, Oh prince Baelor and Lady Y/N that, every chatter is about the two of you!”
You couldn’t ever take him seriously, unable to hide your smile to him. While the realm, lords and ladies alike were at times intimidated by his presence to you he was more akin to that of a pouting child, nothing to actually fear.
“Not this again. His grace is just easier to talk to at these events that’s all, it’s nothing serious.” , you pointed out slowly reaching and removing your rings.
He scoffed in disbelief his tone rising, “Easy for you to say…You get as high praises as he does!All I get is people asking why I look like i’m in a sour mood!”
Before he knew it, you had turned to look directly at him, eyebrow raised pointing out that perhaps those around him weren’t wrong about it. Irritated and exasperated, hoping you’d understand him, he plainly pointed out, “Who wouldn’t be in a fucking sour mood to see their betrothed with their own brother!”
It was your cue to stand up, walking over to him and reaching for his free hand to hold, you pointed out, “Perhaps if you were in a brighter mood, people would notice us together and they could root for us. Maybe even see a hidden side of you.”
“There is no hidden side to me…You just happen to know me a little too well…”, he muttered looking away from you. It was too much at times your softening gaze and tone had a way to make him melt and forget his place.
He had to compose himself, he was resolute in getting what he wanted from you, he kept his gaze away reaching for his goblet of wine instead.
Eventually you sat by his side, “Are you really that annoyed? What does it matter what they think?”, you had asked concerned trying to get him to look at you.
Finally, swallowing down his gulp he look right back at to you, “It matters because I will hear their incessant chatter about you and how you’re stuck with the prickly one.“
You pulled away unable to hide how ridiculous he sounded to you, giggling at his face. His frown couldn’t get any bigger, he sat up straight pointing out, “You’re laughing again? So you really do think i’m the prickly one?”
You shook your head doing your best to deny it and switch subjects, his hand still in yours you gave it a squeeze and asked in a hushed tone, “Are you jealous of his grace?”
Inching closer to you, he confided, “I’m not jealous of him as a person. Baelor’s always been revered and loved by everyone, people sing his praise all the time and everywhere he goes and that’s fine. It’s just-“
“You get praises from me…Is there really anything that much more important?”, you asked concerned, hoping to cheer your betrothed.
He shook his head, getting back on track and stating blankly, “Not just that.”
He sighed deeply once again, “I hate the idea that everyone around us would think i’m not deserving of you…That you and Baelor suit one another so much and they had hope for you to be their future queen! Now imagine how that makes me feel, as a fourth son…”
That’s when it hit you, he wasn’t only annoyed by the crowds silence at your announcement but rather expressing his disappointment about being looked over once again and his own brother being the root of it.
The guilt was finally catching up to you, both your hands now holding his, you looked into his pretty violet eyes and apologized deeply, “I’m so sorry my love…I hadn’t thought of it like that…”
“No of course not…”, he muttered looking down at your hands, his scowl growing from exasperation.
Tilting his chin up to make him look at you once more, you softly stroked his beard and reassured him, “I’ll be more mindful. Keep my distances from his Grace and be closer to you in front of others from now on…Is that alright?”
Silence reigned, as usual with Maekar whenever he wanted to keep you on the edge of your seat. His breathing and the crackling of the fireplace was the only thing that could be heard, your own heart thumping in nervous anticipation. You slid down his neck, your feather light touch keeping him in a chokehold before you playfully fixed his collar.
You had hoped offering him a playful peck to his cheek and chuckle would’ve been enough to soothe him but still just as a statue he remained calm, unmoved by your attempt at affection.
“No.”, he replied flatly looking at you like he was going to get what wanted from you. He even went as far as to remove his hand from your hold, surprising you.
“What?!” you exclaimed genuinely confused as to what more you could possibly offer to him.
Reaching for his goblet once more, he took a big sip before looking right at you and firmly reminding you, “I said no it’s not enough.”
You were confused. Usually a few words of affirmations and some affection was eventually enough to get him to relent. He’d even apologize to you and would want to return any sign of affection for you. It was a side purposely hidden and revealed only to you but this refusal of your apology was making you outright wonder what else could he possibly want to do.
You shrugged at him, increasingly growing just as exasperated as him, “Well we are to be wed in a few months…What else can I possibly do?”
-
He finally decided to mirror you, reaching to stroke your cheek before coming to touch your plump lips. Mesmerized by them as usual, his thumb grazed them his mind envisioning how easily bruised they could get whenever he’d fervently kissed you or rather when you’d spend your time taking care of his manhood.
From the moment he had stepped into the city he knew he wanted his time with you. Traveling as a large royal convoy made it so hard for the both of you to be alone and actually intimate he had found it so tiresome along the road. With the confusion of the crowd from your announcement it only seemed to fuel that desire to be left alone with you further more.
The instant he knew you were finally going to be sharing a bedchamber he couldn’t be patient anymore, he was going to get back at you for making him jealous of his own dear older brother. “You can apologize to me…On your knees…”, he stated looking down to his growing hard on between his legs.
Your eyes had followed his, noticing the strain beneath his trousers. You swallowed hard, torn between giving in immediately to your prince’s demands and putting a halt to any of it, after all you weren’t in your own residence and the hosts could easily hear you nearby.
“Excuse me?”, you hushed, eyes widening hinting to him your concerns if you both indulged into your carnal desires.
He was unmoved and firm, ordering you, “Now. Right here.”
It was his stern unforgiving tone, the one he’d use when ordering his men, he hissed scowling, “You’ve made me lose my senses…It’s up to you to beg for my forgiveness…”
He just had that expression that made you feel so small of a sudden, your heart racing in anticipation to him to take a hold of you. However, you knew it was your order to obey and that any insubordination from your part was going to end up with him withholding intimacy.
Regardless, you breathed a sigh of relief seeing that hint of playfulness in his violet eyes and slight smirk growing, shaking your head to him and doing as he asked.
“You really are the youngest prince…I sometimes forget that…”, you mocked instead your gaze challenging his while your hands reached up his strong thighs. Your delicate hands made way to his waist, teasing him while his eyes glanced back and forth from your movements to your mischievous face.
Your fingers worked their way to unlace his trousers, tantalizing him further, his hips bucking slightly to get you to where he needed you. His hand came right to stroke your hair, a gentle peace offering yet as much as his way to encourage you to keep going.
“Mind your tongue…”, he reminded you in contrast to his gentle gesture while that playful chide of yours hadn’t gone unnoticed. You finally pulled his hard cock out, your fingers wrapping around him and stroking him slowly spreading his precum.
He couldn’t hide his whimpers, his expression softening under your touch almost as if he was finally being tamed. He gave you the upper hand in those seconds, you teased him playfully, “Is this what the Princeling needed?”
“Don’t mock me.”, he gritted in between breath, his eyes narrowing back and locking to yours determined to not give up his resolve so easily. His tightened his grip back, managing to remind you, “I have the upper hand. I am to be your Lord Husband less not forget.”
“And yet I feel like i’m the one in control…”, you whispered taunting him, squeezing his shaft and barely ghosting your lips near where he needed you the most. That nearly sent over the edge a and he couldn’t believe you were toying with him as if he wasn’t a full Targaryen prince before you.
“I don’t think so.” he decided firmly, pulling you down ever so slightly and making you finally take him. You had anticipated it, it was always that way with him and you would poke him and he’d get riled up to the point he couldn’t handle it and finally he’d take the lead.
Your lips wrapped around his tip instinctively, sucking him ever slightly before you were made to take him deeper. Your throat loosened making space for him, your head and hands moving just as you knew he’d melt under you.
You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him as he threw his head back ever so slightly, sweat dripping from his forehead and messing up his usually tight and clean hair. The veins in his neck throbbing with each stroke and lick of yours unable to hold himself in as he moaned for you to keep going.
“Now that’s how you make it up to your betrothed after the day’s he’d had…”, he gritted between his teeth, his fingers gripping your hair tightly and pulling you closer.
You almost gagged, his full length reaching the back of your throat and your hands holding onto his thighs to help yourself from it. You composed yourself to take him deeper before reaching to squeeze his shaft once more, trying to desperately get back in control.
You picked up the pace, his grip finally loosened to let you work your way with him. His voice could only grow louder, nearly growling in pleasure as he didn’t bother to contain himself.
You knew he was near and taunted, “Is my Lord finally satisfied?”, that sweet tone of yours intoxicating him further. His shoulders had finally relaxed his whole stern demeanor nearly fading away until he opened his eyes once again, focusing on not cumming too early.
He wanted more, needed you closer and wasn’t going to let the night end so soon. “You know it’s not enough…”, he muttered between ragged breath your hands and lips still working him.
“What else might he need…”, you chuckled playfully before swirling your tongue across his tip to taunt an answer out of him.
The lewd noises you were making made it hard for him to express himself clearly but the way his hands came to yours and reaching your arms were easy to decipher. “Come here!”, he ordered getting you up to your feet, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you down to him.
You had grown slick yourself it was easy for him to notice as his fingertips explored and lifted your skirt, moving your small clothes aside to feel you. The instant you were in his grasps it was like your mind was in sync, your lips crashing into one another kissing one another hungrily.
“Ride me…”, he whispered his lips grazing your ear before he continued his path down your neck. Each of his kisses growing deeper and hungrier while his hands helped your hips grind you against him. He didn’t want to part from a second, enjoying the friction between you both and hoping to convince you to let him take you.
He didn’t relent with his kisses, growing into nips and bites, leaving marks on you as you tightened your grips around his head your fingers lacing in his hair just as he liked for you to mess him up. You managed to sneak back in to kiss him deeply, remembering that you couldn’t let him continue with his countless of hickeys, you had full day of being seen in public the next morning.
Your hands ending up cupping his soft scarred cheeks, before pulling away slightly, “Maekar what if our gracious hosts can hear us…What if his grace-“
“I don’t want to hear about him while we’re like this…”, he groaned unabashedly, rolling his eyes at you even. Narrowing his gaze as he usually would, backing away slightly as he added on, “And who gives a fuck about what the hosts are thinking!”
You had to burst into laughter, your mind easing as you realize he was right. He brazenly reached to cup your breast in one hand, his other still holding your hips to him. Naturally he reached for the lace of the front of your dress, pulling on it to undo it, “This is about you apologizing to me and I want you to ride me…”, he reminded you boldly his beard brushing against your ear.
Feeling the ache between your legs and his own desires growing you couldn’t stand to be apart any longer. Your hips grinding for more friction and your arms wrapping around him, you agreed, “Yes sir…”
Those words were like music to his ears, lifting you up in one swift movement while his other hand reached to guide his cock to your slick cunt pushing your smallclothes to the side. He teased you spreading your wetness before pushing through your folds, impaling you onto himself.
He groaned throwing his head back slightly, eyes closing shut as he felt you entirely enveloping him and hissing, “Fuck you’re always so fucking tight…”
You winced as well focusing on adjusting to let yourself getting filled all of a sudden, eventually it hadn’t gone unnoticed. Maekar was always a bit of a worrywart when it came to your safety and that translated into the bedroom as well, his hand coming to stroke your hair and down your cheek as his brows furrowed, “Are you okay?”, he asked quietly.
You nodded, pressing closer so your foreheads touched. “Yes just give me a bit of time…”, you sighed happily squirming on his lap. The roll of your hips, your tightness and wetness, every senses were growing to overwhelm him yet he did his best to hold it together.
Even your soft kisses to him weren’t enough to calm him, his grip on you stiffened a slight warning of what was to come, “Darling I can’t wait anymore…Please…”
Before you could even respond his eyes his hips roughly buck into yours making you yelp in surprise. “Fuck it.”, he groaned his fingertips digging into your hips.
Another sharp thrust came and soon another before he picked up the pace, your moans and the way you gripped him back in were enough for your betrothed to take it as a sign to keep going. Eventually, his own breath grew ragged, groaning and even whimpering for you to hear as your bodies collided.
“Maekar!”, you whined in surprise hoping to wake him from his frenzied thrusts but that only seemed to get him going. Once more he went back to kiss your neck, his hands roaming to feel as much of you and your clothes getting more and more stuffy to feel, “Your dress is in the way…”
His hands came to your back, pulling away and down at your gown revealing your bare skin for him to admire. He didn’t waste time marking you further not shying away from any sign of affection for you only ever encouraged by the way you’d ride him out. “You’re so pretty…So sweet and all mine…”, he admired.
The noises you both made and how slick you had grown were hard to conceal, your hands undoing his clothes as much while your mind was worrying, teasing him, “Slow down…or else the whole realm will know…”
“Aye and so will our neighbours’…”, he was quick to quip, throwing a glance towards the direction of Prince Baelor’s room. You put your weight down on his strong thighs hoping to slow him down further, mustering everything in you to set another pace.
However he had other plans, his hand circled your body trailing down between you both and finally rubbing against your needy bud. “No i want to feel you. All of you.”, he encouraged gruffly.
Each ministration was like ecstasy to you and you couldn’t help but pick up the pace again matching his own yet your mind still trying to fight him on it, “My love if we take it slow we can both enjoy it longer…”
He laughed in your face, knowing you far too well and that if he were to stop you’d keep riding him out yourself. “Oh please. We have all night I can fucking do this again and again.”
He wasn’t wrong about that the two of you had quite the hard time controlling yourselves, when you were both in the heat of it all. Next thing you knew, he controlled how hard you rode him and with ease picked you up.
Still sheathed inside you, he kept his harsh pounding all while walking towards your shared bed. You clung onto him for dear life your legs locking around his waist, stunned that it seemed like you weighed nothing to him and your heart dropping in awe from the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you.
Once your back hit the bed, he couldn’t relent his pace your walls squeezing him so tightly had him holding you even closer as if you could possibly disappear at any moment. Annoyed at your bunched up dress, he made time to rip it apart leaving you with nothing but your smallclothes slid to the side as he kept pounding you.
Your lips locked, his tongue lewdly dancing with yours further staking his claim on you. You welcomed him eagerly always matching his fervour and finding yourself reaching to remove his own garments as much as you can growing needy to feel his warm skin on yours.
Finally you yourself could admire his strong chest and shoulders, riddled with scars from years of training and fighting. “Enough staring I think. “, he taunted before kissing you once more and pushing you further onto the bed.
Nonetheless, he stood back straight his grip on you unrelenting as he easily pounded you, his eyes looking at you so fondly as you were splayed for him and with him in you.
Everything happened so quick your hands reaching to encourage him as you rested them on his hips. While his own hand went right to where you needed him most, wanting nothing more than for the both of you to reach your climax together.
It was always his goal, regardless of how you both started. The room was filled with the lewd noises from your bodies and moans, the undeniable act of you both together definitely being heard on the other side of the door.
Just like that you felt it and so did he, in a few more harsh thrusts he pumped you, his balls smacking your rear until you let yourself go as he buried himself deep. Your moans escaped your lips on their own, your walls tightening and fluttering around him milking him for every last drop of his cum as he painted you.
He gritted with each jolt of his own body unable to contain himself just much as you, indulging in your soft and soaked embrace. He finally slacked his shoulders slumping before he slowly pulled out of you and got a good look of you full of his load.
He chuckled before setting himself beside you, catching his breath with you. You turned to him, your arms reaching to hold him before he mirrored you pulling you closer.
To your surprise silence reigned once more for a while, the two of you coming down from your high until he cleared his throat, “That was round one…Give me a few moment…”
Looking at his tired expression and closed eyes, you couldn’t help but playfully suggest, “Or we can be good guests and let our hosts sleep?”
Instantly his eyes opened, looking at you incredulously, he reassured you, “No. I’m still upset at you.”
You weren’t going to be off the hook so easily it seemed.
