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Illicit Affairs

Jaime Lannister x Stark!Freader

NSFW: praise, teasing, cunnilingus, affair, unprotected sex, breeding kink (if you squint)

Summary: You and Jaime have been sneaking around for a while but seeing as how you've caught feelings you decide to break it off. It doesn't go according to plan.

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The minutes ticked away as I sat in this vacant bedchamber. I was waiting for Ser Jaime Lannister to make his appearance. When I first saw him back home in Winterfell I was no better than my little sister Sansa, fawning over handsome knights. He was beautiful, blessed by the seven with looks, brains, and strength. I didn't mean to fall as hard as I had, and once he caught on he entertained my interest. Which led me here, two months into a secret affair with the Kingslayer himself. I had to end it. It was not only deadly but it had just turned into a painful endeavor. I couldn't stand to hear his sweet words as he purred into my ears, his voice as soft as the fur cloak I had worn in the North.

The door opened and shut quickly and I looked up. There stood Jaime, already messing with the buckles on his wrists, already trying to free himself of his armor. His hair was perfect and he smiled at me softly but the smile didn't reach his eyes. Whether he was tired or worried I couldn't tell. He walks to the edge of the bed and grabs my hand and kisses my Knuckles. I curse myself for the way my heart leaps at the simple gesture, at the way his eyes stare inquisitively into mine.

“How was your day?” He asks softly. I had to remind myself, I came here to end things.

“It was alright…I guess.” I look away and try to sound disinterested.

“Not much of an answer is it?” He asks, idly stroking my hand. “You weren't out in the city in broad daylight were you? Cersei has been getting suspicious.” How ridiculously stupid of him to say. All he was concerned about was his twin sister getting angry with him as much as he tried to act like he cared for me. I scoff and look at him with annoyance.

“I'm a Stark, of course I was out in the daylight! Don't worry, I used Maegor's tunnels to get here.”

“You’re not concerned about getting caught?” He asks, his fingers continuing across my skin, but this time, they take a firm grip on my hips, as if he needs it to support himself in this moment. He lets out a deep breath, his lips hovering by my ear. “If she finds out about us, she will kill you.” He punctuates the sentence by kissing my neck gently, causing me to sigh.

“Mmm as you've made me aware.” His hands travel up my waist as he presses me against the plush bed, his lips against my skin in a way that makes the muscles in my stomach ache with anticipation. I try to force down my body's reaction to Jaime's but it's no use, my stomach keeps turning flips.

“I’m serious, love,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. “I’m not kidding when I say she will have your head on a spike.” I had to say something, I had to or I would let this happen again and again.

“Jaime…” I try, his name tumbles from my lips like a plea, causing him to groan and keep trailing kisses from my collarbone to the shell of my ear.

“What am I supposed to do if she finds out? I can't let anything happen to you.” There it was, his words. They were like a poison added into a sweet wine. If I were more foolish I would drink my fill of his poisoned words and slip into a drunken bliss that would eventually lead to my demise but I saw them for what they were. Poison. I push him away lightly to catch my breath and shake my head.

“I can't do this anymore.” I say simply. Multiple emotions flashed across his face at once. Offense, Confusion, maybe even disappointment. His hand was still on my hip.

“You….want to end this?” He asks, the confusion lacing his words, his green eyes narrowed studying me to see if I was joking or not. No. No I didn't want to end this, I wanted to stay in his arms forever. I wanted to bear his children, take his name, be his wholly. I didn't know how to respond. Yes. Say yes. I decided to go with the most infuriating response.

“This isn't honorable…this…what we're doing.” I finally say, not able to make eye contact with him. He didn't see this as me lying about wanting this to end, thank the gods. He saw this as me being embarrassed at my dishonorable actions. He chuckled humorlessly and grabbed my chin to make me look at him.

“Honorable?” He shakes his head “There's very little that is honorable about what we're doing love, but it doesn't mean I want you any less.”

“Jaime, I can't keep doing this.” I repeat a little stronger. He simply stares at me blankly and I think for a moment he may be having some episode as he stares at me unblinking.

“If you want me to stop, I will,” he says softly. “But you must look at me and tell me to my face that you want nothing to do with me. Otherwise… you know I won’t let you leave this room.” I gather all my thoughts, pushing down the tears, pushing down everything in my heart and say as coldly as possible,

“I want nothing more to do with you.” The look he gives me says that there are words on the tip of his tongue, begging to be said aloud, Instead, he nods.

“If that is what you want…” he says. “I won’t bother you any longer.” He backs away from me and I stand, clenching my fists.

“I'll see myself out.” I choke out. He continues staring at me, something lingering just hidden behind his eyes.

“See yourself home.” He says emotionlessly. “Don't do anything stupid love, King's Landing is an increasingly dangerous place for a Stark nowadays.” I nod and pull my hood over my head, slinking out the door into the cover of the dark halls. That was the end of things. I would stay away from Ser Jaime, I would never have to burden myself with knowing that his twin sister may swipe me from my bed or try to sentence me to death for some imagined treason. But as much as I tried to force it down, my feelings for him would never subside. Mine was love while his was lust.

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I hadn't seen him all day, I had just went about my day as uneventful as possible. Taking a walk in the garden, listening to the smallfolk bringing forth their troubles to the crown, and sat with my father as he pondered over dozens of parchments. The sooner I forget my feelings for Jaime Lannister the better.

The moment I open my chamber door, there he sat on the corner of my bed. Our actions mirrored those of yesterday. He sat on the edge of the bed nervously and I walked in after my long day, swinging the door closed just as quickly as I opened it.

“Jaime! You're going to get us killed! What if I had an escort or worse, what if father had been with me?” He stood and walked over hastily, grabbing my hips and pulling me in for a hug.

“Have you any idea what you put me through last night?” He demanded, his face buried in my neck. What had gotten into him?

“I'm sorry you didn't get to bury yourself in my cunt last night.” He pulls away and looks at me. He looks…hurt?

“Is this what you think this is? That I just use you?” I don't answer I simply stare at him in confusion and concern.

“Jaime…what happened after I left last night?” He sighs and places his forehead against mine.

“I thought I was going insane,” he whispers. “You came in and told me to stop and I just… let you go. Do you know how hard it was, to just let you walk out that door?” I feel tears pricking at my eyes and I place a hand gently on either side of his face.

“I'm confused…I thought that you…that this was just an arrangement?” He closes his eyes and chuckles humorlessly.

“No love, this hasn't been an arrangement for quite some time and last night…last night I was ready to beg you to stay.” He admits. I could tell this took a lot of courage for him to admit. His hands tighten on my hips. “Gods woman I shouldn't love you as much as I do…it's stupid, and dangerous, and its absolutely idiotic.” I pull away and look up at him, holding both of his hands now.

“You say this but you've been pulling away as of lately…” He looks at me confused.

“Pulling away? And what about you? Did you think I wouldn't mind you telling me that this was just a quick tumble? Because I did love, every single time.” He whispered. I needed clarification, just yesterday I had thought that his feelings had been a fabrication, that he was toying with me, playing some horrible cat and mouse game. Now he was telling me that he truly did love me.

“What about the letters? You used to write me the most beautiful letters, they were practically poetry. Talking about my beauty and your plans for the night, they had thought and feeling behind them. Then they turned into…” I sigh thinking of how rapidly the pretty notes turned into nothing more than a sentence telling me where you would be waiting for me and when. He could see that I was going to get upset if I continued to speak and placed a hand on my cheek again, wiping a tear from my cheek.

“Don't you see…that was my bloody stupid, desperate way to protect myself? If I kept giving you the letters I wanted to give you, Cersei would eventually find out, everyone would know and I can't let that happen love.” He says softly.

“How do you really feel Jaime?” I ask breathlessly, he smiles at me and places a tender kiss to my forehead.

“You beautiful fool. I'm in love with you. I've tried to stop this, to get over you, to make this just a quick, meaningless affair. But I can't. I can't do any of it. I can't stop myself from thinking of you, every bloody second of the day.” I struggle to find words but he keeps talking. “You’re too smart, too young, too beautiful, too pure, too honourable for me. But Gods, do I love you, love. I love you so much it literally drives me mad. And no one must know. You know why?” I simply nod.

“Because Cersei will have my head.”

“She will kill you in unspeakable ways and no one would be able to stop her. Not me, not the King, no one. That's why she can never know.” He stresses.

“Why did I have to fall in love with the one man who could never love me openly?” I ask with a sad sigh. He cups my face with both his hands, his thumbs gently brushing the skin of my cheeks.

“I love you, more than I’ve ever loved anything,” he says, his voice hoarse. “It doesn’t matter that I can’t love you in public, or that I can’t marry you, or take you to my bed as a Lord would his lady…” He sighs, burying his head in the crook of my neck once more. “Being unable to love you openly doesn’t mean I love you any less.” I hold his head against me, petting his hair.

“In another world, I'm the lady of Casterly Rock and we have a few little Lannister cubs running around our feet.” I muse. He lets out a soft chuckle, his breath warm against my neck.

“In a perfect world,” he murmurs. “I’d be able to wake up next to you every morning and go to sleep next to you every night without having to hide it. We’d have a whole mess of kids, and I wouldn’t have to sneak around to kiss you like a bloody commoner.” I gently drag him to the bed, laying down with him and pulling his head against my chest. He follows you to the bed silently, his head resting against my chest, his hand resting in the small of my back, holding me against him. “I know you’re worried,” he mutters quietly, listening to the sound of my heartbeat. “I know you’re scared. But don’t think for a moment that I don’t love you, or that this isn’t as real for me as it is for you, love.” He reassures me. He's always been good at that, even when I wholeheartedly believed his words to be poison.

“I would just like to forget our troubles...if only for a few minutes.” I sigh. “I'd like to pretend that we do have that life we've imagined.”

“So would I,” he whispers, his hand tracing small patterns on my skin. “It would be nice not having to sneak around like thieves. To kiss you without having to worry if a servant will stumble upon us… or Gods forbid, if Cersei stumbles upon us…” He lets out a quiet sigh, burying his head in the crook of my neck. “For a few minutes,” he murmurs. “Let’s pretend that we’re not on borrowed time, hmm?” I place a hand to his face and kiss him gently, almost nervously. He let's out a strangled moan at the tenderness of it. I can taste the saltiness of tears, whether they were mine or his I couldn't tell. It's a bitter reminder that this thing between us wouldn't last. But I decided to ignore that and indulge myself. His hands travel downward, wrapping around my waist and pulling me closer, his body aching for the touch of mine. His tongue slips into my mouth, finding mine his body suddenly all need, all urgent, like he’s starving for more. I gently tug at the hem of your shirt. I want to take my time with you. “Gods…” He pants, sitting up and tugging the shirt off and tossing it to the side. I take both my hands and run them over his chest causing him to let out a deep, ragged sigh.

“Slowly...we never take our time. I'm not even sure I've gotten a good look at you before…” I say, my hands trembling as I stroke his chest. I felt almost like a virgin again with how nervous I was.

“We’re always in a rush,” he whispers, his hand taking hold of mine, his skin shivering at the feel of my palms against his chest. He guides my hand down to his stomach. I could feel his heart almost hammering out of his chest. “This time, we’ll go slowly,” he murmurs, running his lips along my jawline.

“Jaime…are you also ridiculously nervous?” I felt stupid asking that question.

“Gods, yes,” he sighs, his forehead rested against mine. “I feel like a bloody green boy. My heart’s beating so fast I think it’ll explode in my chest, my hands are shaking, my stomach is in knots, and every inch of my body is aching for you.” It gave me some semblance of relief to know that he was also nervous and so I nodded.

“I feel the same way...I feel more nervous than I did when I lost my maidenhead actually.” He lets out a low, almost hoarse chuckle as he looks down at me, his eyes roaming over my face, taking in every detail of my features.

“I don’t know why we’re both so nervous,” he sighs, letting his fingers run slowly over my collarbone, tracing the outline of your skin making me shiver. “We’ve done this before. I’ve taken you before. Yet, I feel like I don’t know what the hells I’m doing…”

“Maybe it's the knowing…knowing for sure that it's not just meaningless.” I suggest.

“Perhaps yes,” he murmurs, his hand traveling to my stomach, bunching up my dress, revealing more and more of my skin. “Maybe it’s the fact that now…” He lets his hand slip under the soft material of the dress, his fingers dancing across the inside of my thigh, I fight the urge to close my legs “Now we both know exactly how we feel.” I fight the urge to close my legs as I look up at him and place my clammy hands on his back. I pull away long enough to pull my dress off and lie back down, his hand gently strokes up my chest and cups one of my breasts. Any other time he would've cruelly pinched one of them and pulled but today he was gentle and that made me more excited than anything he could've done. “Don't be nervous Love…” He purrs, feeling how hard my heart was pounding.

“You first.” I tease breathlessly. He smirks against my skin and trails kisses from my neck and down, slowly, lovingly, meticulously until his head was settled between my thighs and I could feel his hot breath on my soaked core. He reaches up, stroking my trembling stomach with a purr as he lovingly nuzzles into my cunt, his nose bumping my clit causing me to moan and arch up into him.

“I'm sorry love, you're going to have to use your words and tell me what you want, I seem to be a bit tounge tied at the moment.” He teases before planting his face squarely between my legs and focusing solely on my clit, his skilled tounge moving in circles as he roughly grips my thighs to keep me from squirming away.

“Gods…gods be damned Jaime!” I yelp. He almost chuckles at my reaction, the sound a low growl against my skin.

“Is that really all you have to say?” he mutters. “You know, love, you were more articulate the first time we did this.” He taunts. I whine and arch up.

“That was different, gods be damned you know what I like!” He chuckles at my whining and looks up at me.

“I do. But I want to hear it from you, I want to hear you tell me what to do.”

“Slow…languid…” I pant, weaving my fingers in his hair, urging him to continue. He hums in understanding. Slow and languid. His tongue flicks against my skin, tasting me, savoring me. He lets out another almost growl, his hands grabbing my hips, holding me in place.

“You taste good,” he mutters, his voice low and rough. “Like sweet summer wine.” I try to keep a loose grip on his beautiful golden hair trying not to hurt him as I start to lose myself.

“Jaime...you know just how to make me feel good.” I praise.

“I’m glad I have at least one talent,” he murmurs, his tongue working languidly on my cunt, dipping inside of me before coming back up to circle my clit. He idly licks until he reaches a place that causes me to gasp. He had gently sucked on my clit. He looks up at me, his eyes gleaming, and I could feel his smirk. “Found a sensitive spot, love?”

“Yes ser don't stop.” I beg.

“Wouldn’t dream of it…” he mutters, his tongue and lips moving over my skin again, his hands sliding up and down the inside of my thighs. “I could stay like this all day, love, tasting you, listening to you…” I can barely think, lost in ecstasy.

“I-I would let you…" I stammer. This causes him to raise his head with a mischievous smirk.

“Would you beg for me to stay between your legs or would you order me to?” I smile and tighten my grip on his hair causing him to gasp in a painful pleasure.

“Which would you prefer?” I ask.

“Both. I want you to order me to continue then beg for my mercy.” He says. I bite my lip and shove his head back down.

“Well get to work then.” I command.

“Yes, my Lady,” he mutters, his words dripping with innuendo and sarcasm as he lowers his head, his lips and tongue returning to their slow, purposeful assault on my cunt. I moan and arch into his mouth. I loved the feeling of his moans and how expertly he worked me to my orgasm. Looking down at him I could tell he had no other thought other than pleasing me. I didn't take long before my thighs were fighting Jaime's grip, as I was getting close.

“Ser Jaime…I'm close…please please ser Jaime.” I stammer feeling the pressure in my belly begin to build.

“So polite…are you close already?” He purrs, still licking.

“Yes ser.” I confirm. All of that pleasure fades as he pulls away, his chin and lips glistening with drool and cum.

“Are you ready for me love?” He asks, I nod and sit up, helping him with his trousers and small clothes. He leans his body over mine my legs around his hips just so, his chest pressing against mine, his heart hammering in time with mine. He brings his lips to my ear, his voice almost a whisper. “I love you,” he murmurs. “Gods help me, I love you so bloody much….” I gasp as he slowly slips inside of me, it felt better than the other times knowing that he felt the same way about me that I did about him.

“I love you too Jaime…with every part of my soul.” I say, kissing his neck.

“I swear, I’ll find a way to be with you,” he mutters as his hands find my wrists, pinning them to the bed on either side of my head. “Not like this, sneaking in the dark… I swear to you, love, I will find a way to have you, to be with you….” His lips move to my neck, his tongue tasting the skin, leaving a trail of hot kisses. I hold him closely as he thrusted into me, slow but deep strokes. I held him so tightly. As if his body could seep into mine.

“I would love that…more than anything.”

“You deserve more than this,” he mutters huskily, his lips moving to my collarbone. “You deserve a soft bed and a castle and all the things a lady’s meant to have, not me sneaking in and out of your room at night like an… an animal…” He struggles for words, panting with the pleasure of the moment. I mewl and bite my lip

“I would give anything to be Lady Lannister, to be your wife and have your children...but if this is the only way I can have you I'm happy with that.” He responds with a strangled moan, his grip on my wrists tightening.

“You shouldn’t,” he mutters, his forehead resting on mine. “You deserve so much more than I could ever give you, love… more than being my concubine, more than sharing my bed like a common whore…” I kiss him hard to stop him from talking.

“Dont you dare try to break this off after ive poured out my heart and soul.” I scold. He responds with a deep, ragged moan, his eyes slipping shut, his whole body shuddering.

“I-I’m not!” he insists, struggling to get the words out. “I could no more break this off than I could stop breathing or stop my heart from beating.” His eyes flutter open again, his green gaze fixed on mine. “I’m just trying to tell you what you deserve, love,” he mutters softly. “And what I’m not able to give you…” I can feel my end rapidly approaching so I hold you tighter burying my head into your neck.

“I don't care about any of that Jaime...all I need is your...love” I pant. A strangled moan tears through him, his body shuddering against mine.

“You have my love,” he mutters huskily, his lips finding my ear. “And my heart, and my blood, and my soul, Gods be damned, it’s all yours, love, every bit of it…”

“Now all I need is for you to finish.” I purr into his ear. He groans and another broken moan pours from his mouth.

“Is that an order?” He asks.

“Yes, and you're honor bound to follow orders.” I tease. He nods.

“As my lady commands…as always.” He pants and his thrusts quickly become sloppy as he chases his orgasm. As mine snaps in the deep pit of my stomach I yelp and muffle my scream in his shoulder. I feel him spill inside of me and I pet his head as he slowly slows down before stopping. I let him stay there as I pet his head. Part of me wished his seed would take, wished it would stick and take root in my womb but the rational part of me knew that I shouldn't hope for that. We stay like that for a long time, his body covering mine, his lips leaving kisses on my skin, both of us trying to catch their breath. He looks up at me, noticing my expression, the way I seem to be lost in thought. “What’s going on in that head of yours, love?” he asks, his voice low and soft. Before I could answer there's a knock on my door and my expression is one of pure terror.

“Shit. Hide. Now, go hide.” I command. He nods and slips off the bed and rolls right underneath it. I clear my throat and call out for the person to enter and as the door opens I spot his shirt on the bed. I quickly stuff it under the blankets with me and look up to see a guard.

“Apologies my lady but you're needed down at the royal stables.” He says. I cock my head to the side.

“The stables?”

“The new mare is about to foal and the stable hand needs someone good with horses.” I simply nod.

“Ok. I'll be right there. Leave me.” I command, the guard nods and leaves. The second Jaime rolls out from under the bed I hop out of bed and struggle to get my clothes on. “Wait a few minutes before leaving ok? I love you, I'll see you tonight.” I turn and he's struggling with his trousers.

“Yes, love,” he mutters quietly, running a hand through his sweaty, messed-up hair, trying to neaten it a bit. “I love you, too. Be careful. And…have you seen my shirt?”

“Oh yeah...I suppose I have to give that back don't I?” I say, throwing it at him. He catches the shirt, wrapping it around his arm before stepping closer to me running his hand over my hair, pulling me closer, gently pulling me into a kiss.

“I hope you weren’t planning on washing it before giving it back,” he murmurs, his eyes wandering over my body. “If it smells like you, I’d rather keep it.” I kiss him again, just as gently.

“I guess you'll just have to give me one to wear all the time.” I purr. He responds with a low, rough chuckle, his hands moving to my hips, pulling my body closer, his lips working along my neck.

“All the time?” he mutters. “Do you mean I get to see you wearing nothing else but my clothes?”

“Mhm…yes ser.” I tease. His hands bunch up the skirt of my dress, his lips on my shoulder

“Gods yes,” he almost moans. “The thought of you only in my shirt, your skin bare - seven hells…” He paws at my hips under my dress trying desperately to go another round.

“Nuh uh.” I scold “I need to make my way to the stables, I can't go another round.” He gives a frustrated groan, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me tighter against him, burying his face into my neck, his body already getting very worked up, again from the feel of it.

“Damn it, love, you can’t just drop that on me and then tell me to not touch you,” he mutters. “It’s too cruel…” I pull away and smile.

“I love you, I'll see you as soon as possible.” I say. He lets me go somewhat reluctantly, but not before giving my ass a gentle, yet firm, squeeze as I move away from him.

“I love you too, love,” he mutters as I exit, his eyes roaming over my body almost greedily. “Be safe.” I turn and blow him a kiss before shuffling off to the stables.