ITS VALENTINES DAY MY DUDES! Who else loves to be constantly reminded of their singularity? Omg me tooooo
I want someone to get fucked on Valentine's Day, but since it won't be me this year here's my character.
Jaime/Reader
He saves you from a fight in the market.
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"Are you serious? It was half the price yesterday!" You shout.
You're standing, hands on hips in the middle of the alleyway. The clusters of tents and tapestries swaying in the slight breeze, orange hues everywhere. Baskets of fruit pine the stairs, and the sunlight streaks through the breaks of buildings.
You came to buy a few oranges, but knew you would leave with a fight. The prices have flown in kings landing, especially since the turmoil has never ended.
"That's business, my lady." The toothless man spreads a wicked grin and holds out his hands, waiting to accept the coins. He's at least 40, dirty, and smells terrible. He has two other men working with him, no doubt low life scum as well.
"Absolutely not. Goodbye." You state as you attempt to turn around, but feel something grab your tunic. You grab the veil that rests on your head, your long hair freely blowing in the wind. You feel the pressure from your clothes being grabbed and quickly turn back to the man in anger and shock.
"What do you think you're doing?" You spit, looking at him in rage as you try to tear away your tunic, but he keeps a tight hand.
"Well, maybe we can reach an agreement of sorts..." the man states.
"Like what?" You state angrily.
"I was thinking you could give me something different in return..." the man says as he quickly moves his hand to grab your ass, giving it a heavy squeeze.
At this, you land a swift punch to his face, a cracking noise evident as he limply falls to the hard rocky ground. The move immediately draws the attention of the slightly younger and leaner two men that stood behind him.
"Aye. What do ya think you're doing, bitch?" The one says as he runs out to fight. While your eyes are trained on him, the other sneaks behind you, grabbing your arms behind your back.
By now, a crowd has formed in a circle around you. They're chanting and cheering watching as the man behind you is lifting you into the air, your legs kicking out in anger as you make contact with the first man, sending him flying into a nearby basket of apples.
The other mans grip loosens and you quickly turn to hit him. He dodge as few hits before you land a good punch, momentarily stunning him. You suddenly feel a hard kick to your back, and a rough kick to your knee, sending you buckling to the ground. You look up to see the man with a knife in his hand, laughing as he raises it in the air. The other one is holding you back. You're stuck.
You scream loudly, a high pitched animalistic sound.
"STOP. NOW."
The man turns angrily, but soon drops his knife, eyes wide in shock as you feel yourself being released.
You scramble to your feet and dust off your clothes, fixing your veil. You are about to ask who saved your life, when you turn to see none other than Jaime Lannister.
What is he doing here? Why is he out of his castle?
The crowd is silent, scattering back to their normal duties as the two men run into the distance, escaping.
He walks towards you with a serious expression and you lower your head while leaning down in a curtsey.
He places a hand on your shoulder and you look into his green eyes.
"Please, no need to do that." He laughs at your curtsy.
"Well, my lord, you saved my life. I'm a stranger to you, and you-"
"Please, call me Jaime."
"My lord, I could never!"
"I insist."
"But we've just met!"
"I see you walking in the market every day, you always wear the beautiful veil, well it matches the rest of you perfectly." He states with a smile.
"You see me in the market? But you never leave your home?" You ask in confusion.
"Indeed, you're right; I never leave. I watch you from my window every morning. You come to the market, even when you don't buy anything. Sometimes you just come and sit on the stones, watching the people pass by." He stares with a smile.
"Why were you here today?"
"Well, I was going to ask you to come to my keep, and I guess I picked the right day."
"Thank the gods..." you say as you embrace him in a hug.
"Well, you know my name, but I don't know yours..." he states in a sultry deep voice.
"Y/n."
"Well, y/n, we had a very different start than I imagined, but would you like to join me for dinner?"
The dinner you ate was wonderful. You'd never seen so much food in your life. Meat and mead covered the table, and there was an entire bowl of oranges.
"I noticed you liked them at the market." He said with a smile.
You talked for hours until it turned to darkness outside, and the moon signaled the time to head home.
"Jaime, I'm afraid I must be going."
"Where?"
"Home, of course!" You plaster a fake smile on your face.
"Y/n, I've watched you in the market, do you think I would never look to see where you lived? That shabby tent is not a home! It's barely a piece of cloth!"
You look down in embarrassment as he releases a sigh.
"I didn't mean to cause you dismay. I only wanted to invite you to stay."
"Really?" You look to him in confusion.
"Yes. I want your life to be as beautiful as you are."
You embrace him in another enormous hug as your feelings get the best of you and you plant a kiss on his lips.
He immediately grabs your face in his hands and deepens it, the kisses becoming intense before you feel a pressure on your inner thigh and look down to see a slight bulge in his pants.
"Should we take care of that?" You ask, voice filled with a sultry manner.
He takes your hand and guides you upstairs to his room.
He immediately closes the door and guides you to the bed in record time before he sets you down gently on the silky sheets.
You look into his emerald eyes and see nothing but wild, untamed desire.
You immediately slide your tunic over your head, and are wearing nothing but your small clothes. Jaime seems mesmerized by the rise and fall of your breasts, and cannot resist raising a hand to touch them, causing you to release a moan. You quickly unbutton his thick breeches, and run your hand over the forming bump of his underclothes.
When you slip your hand under and let your warm hand caress his growing member, you are rewarded with a gasp and deep groan, to which you look into his eyes and see nothing but his dilated pupils, a shimmering onyx.
He leans you back while he sits over you in a plank position, and he quickly takes off your underclothes.
You release a gasp as you feel his hand gently caress your center, sending you into a frenzy.
"I see you're beyond ready, my love." He says with a smile, talking about your slick entrance.
At this, he grasps hold of his erection and slides it into you, and you feel a tight stretch inside yourself. You feel uncomfortable until you feel a sudden muscle release, which only deepens his length inside you. At this Jaime gasps, and with wide eyes filled with shock whispers, "Why didn't you tell me you were a maiden?"
"I know what I want. You. You don't have to treat me like an innocent child. I'm a woman. Fear not, Jaime. I wanted you to take it." You say with a soft smile.
At this he kisses your forehead and whispers an "I love you" before he thrusts deeper. It feels like you're in a blissful state of eternal happiness, and you eventually collapse in each other's arms from hours of pleasure.
"Well, I'm glad you decided to find me today and save me." You laugh, caressing his chest and holding your body to his.
"No, my dear. You saved me."
