Jacaerys Velaryon One Shots

Secret Visits P2

As night fell on Dragonstone, Jacaerys had the feeling that this night would be very different from the others. He knew Y/n would be waiting for him, and the thought both thrilled and intimidated him. He waited until the castle had fallen silent, the moon casting its silvery light through the windows. Then, with a deep breath, he checked over the bundle of flowers he had gathered for her keeping them with him as he left the safety of his room and made his way down the darkened corridors, his heart beating faster with every step.

He paused outside her door, his hand hovering over the handle. He could still turn back, he thought. But the thought of seeing her again, of spending the night in her presence, overpowered his hesitation. With a deep breath, he pushed open the door and slipped silently into her chambers

Jacaerys closed the door silently behind him, his eyes adjusting to the dim light of the fire. He saw Y/n in her bed, fast asleep, her hair spread across the silk pillow like a halo. He approached the bed slowly, his footsteps hushed against the cold stone floor.

He stood over her for a moment, simply watching her sleep, appreciating her beauty in the soft light of the fire. A strange sense of tranquillity washed over him as if he were in a dream.

Y/n slept peacefully, her curves wrapped in the red silk, her body cradled in a small cotton shift and nothing else below the sheets, her chest rose with each breath, her eyes closed and a comfortable smile on her face,

Jacaerys' eyes traced the curves of her body beneath the silk sheets. His breath hitched in his chest, and he felt a familiar heat stir in his core. He yearned to do as he always did, to look over her touch her, to feel her skin against his, view her intimate places and touch himself to release all over her bed, but... not tonight.

Instead, he sat on the edge of her bed, he set the flowers in a glass of water next to her bed as a nice surprise for her, he simply watched her sleep, his mind filled with a mixture of desire and restraint. He reached out, gently running his fingers through her silken hair, marvelling at its smoothness.

She stirred slightly humming softly in her sleep,

Jacaerys froze for a moment as she stirred, fearing he had woken her. But she seemed to settle again, her humming resuming its soft, sleepy melody. He let out a sigh of relief, his heartbeat slowing. He continued to gently run through her hair, his touch soft and soothing. It was soothing to watch her sleep, her face free of worry and her body relaxed. He began to run his hands down her back, to feel the warmth of her skin against his palm. He swallowed hard, his mind filled with lewd images.

He shook his head slightly, But it was getting harder and harder to ignore the desire that was building within him, his hand ran down her back comfortingly but before he knew it his body had worked on its own, Jacaerys' breath hitched in his throat as his hand found her ass. The feel of her through the silk sheets was soft and warm, and his body's reaction was immediate. A flush crept up his neck as he let out a small sound of surprise, his hand frozen on her backside.

He closed his eyes, silently scolding himself for losing control so soon. But the feel of her under his hand was so overwhelming, that it took all his strength not to move. His mind was at war with his body. The sensible part of him was telling him to remove his hand, to maintain some control. But the primal, animalistic part of him wanted to explore further, to claim what he had been denied for so long.

Jacaerys nearly groaned as his hand squeezed her. It took all his willpower to keep his sound silent. The sensation of her firm flesh beneath his palm was sending his mind into a frenzy. He repeated the action, squeezing her once more, enjoying the feel of her body even through the thin silk.

She stirs slightly once more,

his heart thudding in his chest. But she doesn't wake, her soft, sleeping breaths continuing undisturbed. Emboldened by this, he begins to allow his hand to wander more, He knows he should stop, but he can't bring himself to do it. The feel of her body, even through the silk sheets, is too pleasurable to resist.