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madame-fear · 7 months ago

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𐙚 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐃.

ೀ amira speaks.ᐟ : this was written for my most lovely wifey @lady-ashfade,, who’s been thirsting a little bit too much for the serving Strong boy, Jacaerys. It’s something shorter than usual as I wrote it with the little free time I have,, but I hope you all enjoy it anyways. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : there is nothing that the eldest son of Rhaenyra enjoys more, than filling you with pure dragonseed to prove you are only his. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 500.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : drabble, smut. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : Jacaerys Velaryon x Wife!Reader

WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; breeding kink. p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, Jace being slightly possesive over you. a really short drabble written by an exhausted author so excuse any mistakes.— lmk if I forgot anything else!

“Umbagon iēdrosa,”

A kiss was delivered to your lips, silencing you from letting another loud groan escape; his own lips pressed firmly against yours. Jace’s fingertips digged deep in your skin, almost clawing it, as his hands were placed in your hips, forcing you to remain still.

Helplessly, a whimper was released against his lips, simultaneously feeling Jace groaning faintly. A warm feeling occupied your stomach leisurely, as his cock pulsated deeply inside of you. You had lost track of time, having been in that already aching position for a good while— almost all night had passed with your moist cunt getting filled with his seed.

“F-Fuck,” your words grew stuck on your throat, digging your nails on his back, as your other hand interwined it’s fingers on his brunette curls in the back of his head. And as if all those hours getting cum-filled hadn’t been enough, Rhaenyra’s heir slightly moved out of you, only for his cock to leisurely push once again back inside— sliding in and out so easily of your wet pussy, as his member was coated with your fluids.

“I’m sorry, ñuha dōna jorrāelagon,” he began muttering in between pants, placing his lips on your neck’s sweet spot— knowing each one of your most delicate corporal zones, and that was something to take pride for whenever you squirmed beneath him. “But, I need you to carry my heirs. And when you do, everyone will know just how much I adore filling you with my seed.” another groan spurred from your lips, as his hardened cock increased the pace in which it constantly hit your inner sweet spot.

You ached with each one of his movements; your soft groans and pleas occupying the silent space in your shared chambers. With the passing hours of the night, you felt almost oversensitive even to the slightest touch— but, at the same time, you couldn’t deny it felt satisfying to feel his erected size releasing it’s cum inside of you.

Both your trembling legs were firmly interwined on top of his back, offering him free access to keep pushing himself deeply inside of you, as you hid your face on the crook of his neck— weakly nibbling on your lower lip to hold back your continous pleas, your ragged breathing hitting against his exposed skin.

A faint fleshy sound was provoked with each single hit against your cunt, his length beginning to throb softly, while a knot tangled on your stomach. Growls escaped from him, holding you firmly in place. A feeble grin grew on the corner of his rosy lips, hotly breathing against your own skin as well. One of thumbs gently caressed your skin, lazily placing kisses all over that precious face of yours— admiring every inch of you.

“Otherwise, how else will everyone know who you belong to?”

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thinemoonshine · 7 months ago

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⋆𐙚₊ 𝓼𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝓫𝐨𝐲 ˚⊹♡

—⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ his hands have tasted blood for the sake of his love—and now he thirsts for it

good boy!sunghoon x bad girl!reader content(s): angst, sunghoon ice skates, reader and hoon both fall but sunghoon falls harder, one profanity, aggression (hoon punches), (y/n) is involved with bad people, sunghoon is so very down bad and possessive, he’s desperate type: oneshot word count: 2.8k

sunghoon winces when (y/n) slaps the bandaid onto his fresh cut on the cheek that he got from ice skating.

"that's what you deserve. i told you you were spinning too fast," the girl coldly chides and yet sunghoon finds his chest swelling with adoration. he knows—and he's the only one—that she's much warmer than how she seems.

sure, their first meeting wasn't ideal with her shoving a penguin shaped skating aid with too much force that it sent him crashing onto his butt. but the way she took care of him after, despite her snappy attitude and words, ooze with more sincere care than he ever expected.

she didn't do it because it was her responsibility but truly because she wanted to help him, to mend her mistakes and to see him heal. and it was then that sunghoon's interest was piqued which lead him to becoming a regular to the ice rink where she works at.

"can you stop looking at me with those sparkly eyes of yours? gosh," she breathes out exasperatedly but he knows, she's just flustered. still, he obliges and turns his face away to instead stare at the vacant iced floor.

it's normal for him to stay after working hours now, thanks to (y/n) always having the closing shift and he even helps around.

"wanna go for a drink?" he suggests and starts to take off his skates. he hears her scoff.

"no," she curtly rejects.

a small pout appears on his face which disappears just as quick. "why not? you don't have work in the morning."

"i don't. that's why i made plans," she once again, answers briefly.

the other's ears perk as he snaps his head up at her just as he pulls off his skates. "plans?"

"mhm. going out with this hunk of a junk for some drinks. that's why i'm not having any tonight," she explains with a sly grin, unaware of her friend's anxiety and discontent.

'she's going on a date? with a hunk?' his thoughts are loud and he manages to catch up to her who's already walking back to the counter, ready to get the keys and close up the place. "we don't have to drink alcohol. just nice warm or cold beverages are fine too."

(y/n) hums, giving it a thought before tossing the key to the skates equipment to him. "nah. you can go alone, can't you?"

sunghoon drags himself to the mentioned room, deflated from hearing her second rejection, and locks it while she watches with arms crossed. "it's boring to go alone."

"then, call someone," she suggests casually. "a friend or something. ooh, or maybe a girl that you're interested in~"

he can only frown at her little tease. why's she acting like he's got game? well, he does, but it's not like he's interested in anyone else but her. isn't it obvious that she's the one and only girl in his eyes?

"i don't have any," he grumbles and passes her the keys as he walks by.

"dang. i thought you'd have at least one at that humongous campus of yours," she comments and joins him shortly to leave the building.

once again, sunghoon drives her back to her house and she leaves before he can even say anything. almost like she's running away from him and as always, he's only able to watch her disappear before his very eyes. not a single opportunity to try and reach out for she'll just slip away.

time and time again.

—

(y/n)’s stopped working.

he hasn’t been able to see her since the day she told him she was going on a date. she replies to his texts (albeit lackluster) and posts on her socials frequently, showing the lively, happy outings she’s been having with her friends.

from packed, rowdy night clubs to relaxing picnics at the beach. she’s having the time of her life. sunghoon’s happy if she is but that does nothing to dispel his gnawing anxiety of his standing in her life.

has he…been abandoned?

can’t be. she wouldn’t.

…

……

would she?

his incessant worries eventually bring him standing in front of her door, his nerves all jittery and heart thumping violently in its cage that he too, jumps every once in a while from its force.

he gulps thickly and finally, knocks.

knock, knock.

no response.

his eyes flicker to the doorbell.

ding dong!

“who is it?” a tired voice groans through the door but sunghoon’s stammering lags him from answering quick enough—the entrance swinging open before he can and he instantly turns his head away.

eyes are wide with surprise, his cheeks are blazing red along with his ears while his apple bobs up and down in his throat in a stutter.

he didn’t expect to be greeted by (y/n) who’s dressed only in her pink satin, white lace trim nightdress—barely covering her cleavage or her legs with it stopping just below her butt. neither does it conceal anything else because he can tell she’s not wearing a bra and is desperately pleading that she’s wearing panties underneath.

he doesn’t think he can handle it if he were to find out she isn’t.

“sunghoon? what are you doing here so late?” she asks, either ignoring or actually unaware of his internal panic and fluster as his skin reddens by the second.

he swallows. “it’s um, uh—” a clear of his throat. “it’s 12pm. afternoon.”

only then does the girl notice the bright day outside in contrast to her expectations and she hums.

“come on in,” she invites and turns to venture deeper into her house. sunghoon fidgets on his spot, fingers curling tightly into the bottom of his shirt as he too, enters. “so, what’s with the visit?”

sunghoon watches her take a tub of ice-cream from her fridge and feed herself a whole spoonful before diverting his gaze away, afraid they’ll wander on places they shouldn’t. “nothing. i just…haven’t seen you in a long while. so…”

she tilts her head at his reticence and at the sight of his wandering eyes that are on everything but her, his tightly pursed lips and wringing fingers, a sly intent fills her. her own lips curling as she approaches.

sunghoon's eyes finally shift to her again when she sashays around her kitchen island and for the umpteenth time, his throat dries and yet he has the urge to gulp. he stumbles backwards and is pinned against the wall by her arms and figure.

despite being smaller than him, her cage is effective—too effective, even—seeing as how he’s completely frigid. head tilted to the back, spine flat against the wall and hands tightly clenched to his sides. from the way his breaths hitch and shake, one would think he’s being put through agonizing torture—which in his perspective, isn’t a far stretch.

being in such proximity with (y/n) to the point he can feel her breath against his skin and her warmth emanating like a fireplace; smell the flowery fragrant of her detergent and sweetness of the icy delicacy she had—it’s both hell and heaven.

“sunghoonie~ look at meee,” she sings with that siren-like voice of hers and his ears ring with every syllable echoing. he smacks his lips quietly before shaking his head, still keeping his face to the sky when he suddenly feels a plushy softness press against his bod. “come on, skater boy. don’t tell me you’ve grown ice cold?”

sunghoon’s breaths slow and deepen, confused at her sudden forwardness. she’s typically the cold one, the one who gives him half-assed answers and barely any attention. if it wasn’t for his constant visits to her job, they might not be friends at all.

so why is she here, sandwiching him against the wall, arms flanking him as she gazes foxily and provokes him with raspy whispers like a vixen?

it’s too… much. it’s all too much!

his knees tremble and he shuts his eyes, lips between his teeth so tightly it might bleed.

“what’s wrong, hoonie?” she asks with a teasing lilt, her nail tracing the outline of his bobbing apple down to his chest and abdomen—feeling it tense under her touch—before dragging it back up to gently pinch his chin and pull its down. her brow arches at his flushed features and glossed eyes, clearly a face of restraint and yet…bliss.

“please,” he murmurs, barely loud enough but the deafening silence of the house makes it discernible—from every tremor, to every gasp and crack.

(y/n) titters, a sickly sweet and villainous giggle that raises his hair. her hand slides higher up his jaw and she softly taps his bitten lower lip with her thumb which instantly makes him free the abused nub.

with his mouth parted, (y/n) suggestively pushes her finger in—making contact with the tip of his warm tongue and at his small gulp, she’s satiated enough to pull away.

that is, until sunghoon bites down softly, keeping it still as he grabs her wrist and licks the soft pad of her thumb. chu! he places a small peck. her eyes widen when his feathery kisses move further down to her every knuckle, the back of her hand, palm and her inner wrist.

all this while his strong gaze is transfixed on her.

“what’s going on? why are you acting like this?” he asks in a low whisper, his tone heavy with solicitous intent but also a growing hunger.

she giggles, a foxy grin on her face but it slowly starts to falter just as her gaze drifts from his. “well…turns out that ‘hunk of a junk’ is more junk than he is hunk. makes me realize what good of a man you are.”

sunghoon studies her expression, not overlooking a single detail, even to the tiniest shift—seeing her previous chirpiness fading to a gloom. “what did he do?”

“nothing. he’s just, not what i expected,” (y/n) confesses, her hand on his chest and hoon’s conscious of it, hoping she can’t feel the violent beats of his heart. he takes a deep breath through the nose, now brave enough to make a move and readies his arms to hug her.

but she pulls away before he can.

“you should leave,” she suddenly says as she steps backwards—a sudden coldness and emptiness befalling sunghoon—and roughly rakes her hair back. “in fact, don’t…come over anymore.”

“what?” sunghoon sounds, confused and honestly, terrified. what does she mean? is she…cutting him off? “(y/n), why—what do you mean?”

she turns away from him and returns to her tub of dessert waiting on the counter. but she only stabs her spoon in it, having no appetite. “i meant exactly what i said. leave and never come back.”

dread. it drowns the other. his already pale face blanched as his heartbeat accelerates—but not for reasons like before and instead, fright. fear of losing her now, which will lead to forevermore.

“(y/n), let’s talk about this,” hoon suggests, trying to remain composed but the shake in his voice belies him. the girl frowns, ready to argue when the door of the house is abruptly kicked open.

“(Y/N)! COME OUT! i know you’re here, you b!tch! STOP HIDING!” a gruff, masculine voice booms throughout the house and soon the source stomps his way into the kitchen. he’s…beefy. built beefy arms, wide shoulders and thick calves. he looks like he lives at the gym.

‘is this that hunky junk?’ sunghoon whips his head to (y/n), panicked and hoping for an explanation but is instead greeted by a pale-faced girl who’s frantically putting on a long cardigan over herself. her eyes shaking and arms wrapping around herself as she looks at him.

it’s different. a complete juxtaposition from how she was when he came. she was so carefree and casual, a ray of sunshine—but the moment this guy was mentioned, she turns gray and stormy, the moment he came, she’s like a leaf shaking in the wind.

and sunghoon isn’t sure what transpired, but the next second his knuckles are bloodied and landing punch after punch onto the muscly guy who’s straddled by him.

he isn’t as built as the piece of trash is, but he sure is agile. and all his frustrations, his anger fuel his blows—adrenaline surging through and numbing him from any pain as his fist digs into the unconscious man’s skin.

“sunghoon, that’s enough!” (y/n) stops him with a hold of his arm just as he’s about to dislocate the guy’s jaw further. “you can get into big trouble for this!”

her voice cuts through his raging thoughts and they quieten…slowly and surely…a tranquility blooms.

he turns, now noticing her whose gaze is wandering his face and figure and mien scrunched up with concern. his composure returns as he climbs off the inert, debilitated man and sits criss-crossed on the floor. suddenly obedient and gentle as (y/n) runs her hands onto his face, neck, everywhere to check for any wounds and gasps loudly at seeing his abused hands.

palms are cut by his vicious clench while knuckles are torn and bloody from his ruthless offense. yet, he’s mindless of them as his full attention is transfixed on the girl, a small affectionate smile on his face as he gazes lovingly.

“hey… i’m fine,” sunghoon softly assures when he sees her sniffling before sobbing. “hush, shush… don’t cry. please, don’t cry, (y/n).”

his arms finally, finally are able to wrap around her and he holds her close. fully satisfied and regretting nothing as he soothingly runs his hand up and down her back. head against hers, he breathes in and out, calm and peaceful as he feels her warmth, her heartbeat, her every breath against him.

“i told you to leave. you should’ve listened,” she muffles into his chest and feels it vibrate as he chuckles.

“what? and leave you here with this sicko? nah,” he says facetiously and kisses her crown before running his fingers through her hair. “never.”

“sunghoon, i’m serious!” she exclaims and detaches herself just to look at him with a somber look, contrasting him who’s smiling sweetly with eyes upturned to her. “that man won’t be the last! i-i’ve been involved in a lot of trouble with a lot of bad people! they know i’m here and they can come by anytime!”

“all the more reason to stay with you. in fact, you should come stay with me,” he suddenly proposes, eyes holding that familiar sparkle in them that both pains and warms (y/n) to see. “keep you safe, no?”

she sighs as she drops her face into her hands. “sunghoon… you—“ another sigh. “you’re not like them. these guys are bad news, they fight a lot and sure, you managed to handle this one but outside? things are a lot different. a lot worse. and calling the police is useless because apparently, they ‘haven’t done anything.’”

sunghoon frowns at this, but not of her underestimation of him, that should be expected, but of her comment about the police. a uniformed group of people tasked to protect and yet, they must’ve brushed her away just because she looks fine. by the time something’s happened, it might be too late.

disgraceful.

he holds her gently by the shoulders, causing her to look up and he instantly swoops down to kiss her teary eyes. “can you give me a list?”

“list?” she echoes and he confirms with a nod.

fixing her hair with his slender fingers, he then cups her face and caresses her cheeks with love. “a list of name, sweetheart. i’ll handle them for you. i promise you.”

and he binds himself to that vow. he’s not going to let (y/n) live day by day in fear. no. he’s going to make her feel safe and free. to be unworried and radiant through the days. to have no concern for anyone or anything except for him. to finally be able to love him just as he loves her—although, he’s more than certain her feelings can never vie with his.

besides, he’s gonna have fun with it. his hands have now tasted blood, fists have punched the face of his lover’s tormentor and the fact that he’s the one that’s saved her from him, to be her hero fills with a satisfaction and adrenaline no other activity can.

even skating doesn’t compare now.

“we should call the police so they can drag him away,” sunghoon says as he coldly glances at the collapsed man. “we’ll set our stories straight. say it’s self-defense. do you have cameras around?”

(y/n) nods. “i’ve got one at the entrance because someone kept stealing my packages before.”

hoon smiles, contented and wipes the remnants of her distress away from her warm cheeks. “that’s good. now we have breaking and entering to add. let’s keep him behind bars for as long as we can.”

and he’s only the first.

sunghoon can’t wait to meet the next one and get their bones crushed and battered by his hands.

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