am i in my hotd era again????
aemond, come here, i got you
symptom of your touch.
modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader
genre. smut & angst. friends with benefits.
All through his life, Aemond got used to it; toiling for the things that Aegon is freely given.
But you⊠You were the only exception.
Aemond cannot bear to lose you to Aegon too.
warnings. rough sex, creampie, breeding kink, dirty talk & degradation, mirror sex. unrequited love.
authorâs note. titled after the aly & aj song but also heavily inspired by a taylor swift song!
word count. 7k+
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It is Aegon who invited you to come over to watch movies with his family that night.Â
But when you make the two second walk from your front door to his just next door, your best friend isnât even there.
âWhere is he?â
Daeron shrugs at your question, opening the door wider so you can step inside the Targaryen household. âDunno. He left, like, half an hour ago, though.â
You heave a sigh, tapping the phone in your hand.Â
To Aegon
â where are you????
You hear their mother, Alicent, calling you from the kitchen so you make your way there.
âHey, sweetie,â she greets with a gentle smile when she sees you. âHave you ate, yet?â
You nod, slipping onto an island stool beside Helaena. âI ate dinner just before I came over.â
You caress your hand on Aegonâs younger sisterâs arm as a form of hello and she smiles sweetly at you while her mother lifts up a tupperware for you to see. âWell thereâs leftovers here if you get hungry later, okay?â
âThanks, Alicent,â you chirp as Alicent stores the food inside the refrigerator.Â
After an exhausted huff that causes the tendrils of the loosened hair from her bun to fly, Alicent still manages to give you a grin. âNo problem, my love,â then with a frown, she looks down at the smatchwatch on her wrist. âDo you know where Aegon is? I thought weâre having a movie night?â
You shake your head. âI texted him but he hasnât answered yet.â
âThat boy⊠I swearâŠâÂ
âLetâs just start without him,â Daeron suggests, strolling into the room to grab a can of Coke from the fridge. Alicent grabs the drink from his grasp before he could open it.
âYouâve already had too much today,â is all Alicent says when the soon to be high school senior whines out âmooom!â .
âWe can watch a movie we know he wonât like first so he doesnât get mad when he comes back during the middle of it,â Helaena speaks up just as your phone vibrates with a new message.
From Aegon
â iâll be back soon đ
â just start without me
You scowl, noting that he didnât really answer your question. But whatever.Â
âAegon said to start without him,â you tell his family.Â
Alicent sighs, head shaking. Then she turns to Helaena with a smile, âBug, can you pick the movie?â
Helaena nods enthusiastically, hopping off the stool to do just that.
âDaeron, help me with the snacks,â Alicent instructs, already grabbing bowls from the cupboards. âAnd ____, sweetie, can you get Aemond? Heâs in his room.â
The request has you gnawing on your bottom lip, reluctant, but you take a deep breath and say, âYeah, sure.â
Alicent looks over her shoulder, kind eyes on you. âThank you.â
Then her attention is back on Daeron, who once again tries to open a can of pop. âDaeron!â
You leave them to enter the small hallway, stopping at the bottom of the staircase. You stare up at the second floor, anxiousness twisting knots in your stomach.Â
You have not spoken to Aemond since the party at Quentyn Martellâs last weekend.
You still remember the crushing look of hurt on his handsome face when you told him what you needed to tell him, all too well.
Every step you take up the stairs reminds you how awful youâve been to him all summer. It was completely unintentional, but you canât deny how selfish youâve been. Especially since you know that Aemond would be willing to do it over and over again if you only asked him to.
You rap on Aemondâs door with the back of your hand, hearing him call from inside, âYes?â
âWeâre, um, gonna start movie night nowâŠâ you trail off, speaking to the closed door. Your voice is so soft, like you donât want to be heard by him. âIf you wannaââ
The door suddenly swings open, and you meet Aemondâs wide open stare.Â
You cannot help but stare back. You still cannot believe this is your best friendâs younger brother. The gangly boy you grew up with.Â
Aemond has filled out more, still lean yet definitely defined in all the right places. He chopped off his gorgeously long hair into a cropped haircut for the first time in forever. Although you were initially sad about the haircut, the short hair grew on you. Especially when he styled it to part neatly to the side â he looks so handsome.
When you saw him for the first time in the beginning of the summer, you thought you were dreaming.
His first year away from home was good to him.
âHey,â you breathe out, offering him a wavering smile.
He takes you in completely, violet eyes washing over you. Every second has you feeling smaller, nervous for his final reaction. Then finally â âHey.â
An uncomfortable silence falls between the two of you. And you feel so uneasy, you had to turn away from his stare, cocking your head down the stairs. âUm, we shouldâŠâ
Frowning, Aemond nods. âRight.â
He slips out his room to walk ahead of you, and for some reason your stupid, stupid guilty conscious makes a grab for his arm to stop him on his track.
âWait, Aemondââ He stiffens under your touch. You press your lips together before asking, âDo you want to talk about what happened first?â
Aemond whips his head to look at you, and you notice the dark circles under his sullen eyes. He looks so sad and you hate yourself because you know you are the reason.Â
He shakes his head slowly, prying your hands off him with such gentle care. Youâre not sure if he is trying not to hurt you or himself. âNo. Letâs just have a good night tonight, alright?â
After a tentative nod, you follow him down the stairs and to the living room, lagging a few steps behind to give him space.
Unfortunately, since the two of you are the last to arrive, the only seat available is beside each other on the couch. But luckily, since Aegon isnât there yet, there is a comfortable space between the two of you.Â
After the second movie is done, Alicent heads to bed first for work in the early morning. Being a widowed mother for eight years already, Alicent has gotten used to being the breadwinner for the family even if now her children are helping support her â with the three oldest already in university with decent paying jobs on the side. She can stop working if she wanted to â Viserys left a big inheritance â but you think sheâs just lonely and needs something to occupy her time during the year when the home is empty except for her and Daeron.
Halfway through the third movie, Helaena says her goodnight with a yawn. She hugs you and Aemond, then kisses Daeronâs forehead (which he pretends to be grossed out by), before she heads upstairs to her room.
Before the fourth movie even starts, Daeronâs snores are resounding loud in the room, mouth wide open and asleep on the reclined leather chair. Aemond sits up to throw the blanket that Helaena had abandoned on his little brother and then settles right back down beside you â even though there is another couch now empty for him to sit on.
With Aemond by your side the entire night, you tried not to look at your phone out of respect for him and his feelings. But as it gets later and later, you canât help but start looking between the television playing the fourth movie, your phone, and the door like clockwork.Â
Youâre worried. Itâs already past midnight and Aegon is still not home.Â
Youâve sneakily texted him a couple of times during the first two movies, but he hasnât answered.Â
You open up SnapChat now, knowing that would probably give you an idea on where he might be.Â
Of course, the first story you see is of Aegon sticking his tongue down Jeyne Westerlingâs throat just 10 minutes ago.
You close off the app with a disgusted grunt, finally deciding itâs time to go.
âIâm gonna head home,â you tell Aemond after an irritated huff.Â
âIâ alrightâŠâ
When you stand up, Aemond does too. He follows you to the front door.
âYou can stay the night,â Aemond says before you step into your shoes.
You stand up straight, still no shoes on, to give him a wan smile, âI have my perfectly good bed just next door, Aemond.â
Aemond nods slow, glaring at the ground. Then his gaze flicks up to meet yours, his purple eyes so intense that your mouth parts in a soft gasp. He presses his lips together to wet him with his tongue, and rephrases his previous statement into a question, âDo you want to stay the night⊠with me?â
Your heart catches in your throat.
âI thought thatâ Didnât youââ you draw a slow, deep breath; trying again so you donât stumble your words anymore, âYou said you wanted to stop this.â
âI was drunk when I said that.â
âDrunk words are sober thoughts,â you remind him.
Aemond scoffs, looking off to the side. âThen that saying is clearly false.â
Then his gaze finds yours again, wide and imploring. Donât make me ask again, his pretty violet eyes say, because you know I will. I always will.
You should say no and go home.Â
Itâs a terrible idea and youâll regret it now that you know how much it hurts him when you leave him after.
But your better judgment gets away from you, remembering how Aemondâs body feels against yours.Â
âOkayâŠIâll stay the night, â You tell him, slow yet sure. ââŠWith you.â
Aemond lets out a shuddering breath he had been holding, cupping your face to pull you into an unhurried and tender kiss. Itâs sweet and chaste. Thatâs how it always starts.
As quiet as you both can, you slip into his room together, Aemondâs hand holding yours.Â
As soon as he locks his door behind him, Aemondâs mouth is on yours again. This time with more heat, stoking a burning flame deep in your loins. His large hands slip under your shirt, grasping tight on your hips. When your mouth parts with a keening mewl, he takes that opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, deepening the kiss with a pleasured grunt of his own.
Aemond pulls apart from you, glancing down to unbutton and unzip your jeans with experienced quickness.Â
âOff,â he commands between heaving breaths, watching you through dark and hooded eyes as you do exactly what he says.Â
When you kick away your jeans, Aemond is already pulling you back to him and pushing your back against the wall, lifting up your right leg around his waist to grind the hard bulging in his pants against your panty covered core.Â
You stutter out a moan into his mouth, and he hushes you, catching your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling and nipping until they feel swollen and raw. You damage his the same with every fervent kiss you crush against his mouth.Â
Neither of you stop, unable to pull away from the otherâs lips or grinding hips. Not even when Aemond slips a hand down and pressed his fingers onto the cotton of your frilly black panty, the pads of his fingers becoming wet and sticky at the contact.Â
It has him choking out an airy moan, cursing under his breath. âSeven HellsâŠÂ youâre soaked.â
You bite at his shoulder to suppress a whine, bucking into his fingertips as they tease the sensitive button between your thighs.Â
âAll for me, right, pretty girl?â He huskily murmurs in your ear, his finger rubbing and rubbing until your legs start to shake around him.Â
You nod fervently at Aemondâs question, and he rewards you with a smirk, another bruising kiss, and his fingers pulling your panty to the side to trace up and down the folds of your cunt. He spreads your slick with every slow glide, and it has you needy for something more.Â
âAemond, pleaseâŠâ
He lets out a husky chuckle as you feel his fingers teasing at your entrance. You move your hips to try to force it to slip into you, but Aemond pulls away with a playful hum. âUh-Uh.âÂ
Your mouth opens to protest, but then Aemond suddenly tucks a finger inside you. It has you keening and whining instead, grasping onto him tightly.
âGood girl,â Aemond praises breathily against your temple. He put another finger in beside the first and starts fucking into you at a moderate pace and occasionally scissoring wide. You wince at the stretch but you love it. His fingers slide slowly in and out of you, deeper each time until theyâre all the way down to the knuckles, curling so it hits your sweet spot. Biting down your bottom lip, you stifle a moan as you come undone, dripping onto Aemondâs hand. He groans without stopping the flick of his wrists, keeps you shaking and writhing against him throughout your whole orgasm, âThatâs it⊠Thatâs a good girl.â
Once youâre spent, Aemond pulls his fingers out of you. He brings it up between you, both noticing how much it gleams, fully covered in your juices. Keeping his gaze in yours, Aemond presses his soaked digits against your bottom lip, which you open without hesitation, darting your tongue out to taste yourself on him. Aemond grunts, sticking his fingers deeper in your mouth. Eyelash fluttering at him, you close your lips around his digits with a hum, sucking and licking until your essence is nearly gone.Â
Aemond grins in satisfaction, gaze soft with endearment, and then he is kissing you once more.
âI canât wait any more,â he tells you, pressing his hard bulge onto you as evidence of that.Â
Stumbling onto the bed, Aemond falls over you; his mouth hot on the juncture of your jaw and neck; and his hand spanning wide and grazing up your ribcage, dragging your shirt up with him.
He groans when his thumb brushes across the underside of your breast, finding you bare.
âKnew you werenât wearing anything underneath, little tease,â he sneers in your ear, biting at the lobe while his fingers twists at a nipple until it pebbles under his touch. âThatâs why you came over, right? Wanted me begging for another taste?â
Eyes squeezing shut, you shake your head no.Â
Thatâs not what you wanted. You didnât come over to hurt him again.
But when Aemond dips down and his warm mouth latches onto the nipple on the side of your chest that his hand was not already groping tenderly, your back arches for him. For more.
And so there might have been a small chance that he is right in his assumptions.
You feel Aemondâs teeth grazing your skin. And when you glance down at him with a whimper, he meets your gaze with mirth and something more feral in his own. Then he is biting down around the well-sucked and hardened nub, teeth marks replacing the one he made there last week that is fading away.Â
As your hand threads through his hair, Aemondâs tongue laves across the valley of your breast, tasting salt skin, and then proceeds to do the same to that nipple exactly what he had done to the one before.Â
His hand trails down, pushing your underwear aside once more to press his fingers inside again â though this time, itâs slow and his thumb is drawing lazy circles around your clit.
You come for the second time that night like that, from the combination of him fingerfucking you and biting your chest multiple times as if laying his claim on you.
Aemond sits up on his knees to look down at you.Â
He admires the sight of you laying under him with your shirt rucked up over your tits, heavily breathing, nipples wet and raw from his mouth, and your cunt dripping for him while your thighs are covered in your mess that he made of you.Â
Aemond hunches over, a palm pressed on the mattress just beside your head and his other hand gripping so tightly around your jaw that your mouth falls open.
âYouâre such a messy slut ,â Aemond sneers at you, but his tone has a hint of lightness in it, praiseful; and when he spits in your mouth right after, you swallow it down with a contented mewl. Thereâs a glint of possessiveness in Aemondâs dilated eyes, the violet irises hardly visible anymore.
â My messy slut,â he all but growls, kissing you again and again and again.Â
There is something about the way Aemond kisses you. It is like he is trying to put all his mounting feelings there against your lips, because he knows if he says it aloud, you will just likely run away.Â
So you let him. Let Aemond kiss you as though the two of you are lovers. Like this isnât just a beneficial arrangement between two lonely and desperate people.
When he pulls back, he stares at you for a while, his hand curled at the side of your face while his thumb tenderly grazes along the fullness of your cheek. He licks his lips, as if he is going to say something, but then he stops and shakes his head to himself.
âCome on, get on all fours,â he commands instead, laying a solid smack on your outer thigh to get you moving. You roll over, getting on your elbows and knees while also throwing a playful glare over your shoulder at him, mouthing a reminder that his sister is just in the room next door.Â
After rolling his eyes, Aemond pulls his shirt off and throws it carelessly somewhere in his room and pulls his jeans and underwear enough for his hard cock to spring out.
You entice him with a sway of your hips, and what you get in return is a slap over your cunt. It makes you accidentally yelping out loud, but you cut it off by dropping your head forward to bite down on the pillow beneath you.Â
âAct like a whore and you get treated like one,â Aemond reminds you, gripping your hips hard enough to leave indents of crescent moons on your skin. You nod in understanding, smearing makeup all over his pillowcase.Â
Aemond grabs the fat of your ass, spreading your cheeks apart. It feels so lewd, how you feel him leering at the way both your holes clenches, how youâre absolutely dripping down your legs and onto the cover of his bed.
âThe prettiest little pussy in the whole Seven Kingdoms,â Aemond murmurs, so softly as if he had not meant to say it out loud, and yet the compliment sends a thrill down your spine while you whimper for him.
But that does not compare to the noise you make when he gathers up saliva in his mouth, only to slowly dribble it out to drop onto you, letting it drip down the cleft of your ass all the way down through the folds of your pussy. âBut itâs so soaked and eager for cock like a slut.â
You canât help but hum in agreement, pushing back to grind your ass along his length. He lays a wet smack to your ass for that little disobedient act, though before you can arch away, he pulls you towards him, his cock spearing you wide open. In this position, you feel every twitch of the veins on his cock while he reaches so deep inside you. The leaking head of his cock pressing against that sweet spot with every thrust of his hips against your ass. You shut your eyes to focus on the wonderful feeling.
âGods, youâre so tight and sweet,â Aemond hisses, throwing his head back. The way your cunt squeezes around him is like a chokehold. Itâs hard for him to breathe at how amazing it feels, his body moving and his heart racing for more.Â
He looks back down again, the sight of the mixture of his precum and your juices frothing around the base of his cock as he slams into you again and again has him groaning.
He grabs onto a fistful of your hair, pulls you up until your back hits his chest. The new position has you sinking down on his cock, writhing and mewling with every inch you take.
âLook up,â Aemond whispers in your ear, and when your eyes finally flutter open, you see the reflection of yourself and Aemond in the mirrored sliding door of his closet. It is quite a sight â your red-rimmed eyes, your tear stained cheeks, the heavy heaving of your arched chest, the hickeys and bite marks all over your body, and the way your glistening cunt is stretched so wide around Aemondâs huge cock. âGods, youâre gorgeous. And you look so good getting fucked.â
To prove his point, he guides you to ride him with his hands on your hips.Â
âKeep your eyes on me, sweetheart,â Aemond orders as he pulls your hair back tighter, fucking up into you when he pushes your hips down. You moan out his name which makes him smirk, his hand covering your mouth to muffle your incoherent and pleasured noises. âShh⊠ShhâŠÂ ShhâŠÂ If you get any louder, someoneâs gonna barge in here and see how youâre such a cockslut for me⊠So just keep quietly taking my cock like a good little girl, yeah?â
Nodding, you press your lips together in hopes to obey him, not wanting to get punished when you are so close. You watch yourself in the mirror getting fucked so roughly, the heat inside you continuing to build up.
âFuck, you feel so goddamn good,â Aemond hotly murmurs against the side of your neck, leaving more hickeys there as a reminded of tonight.
Youâre greedy. So greedy.Â
You love the way Aemond makes you feel. Â
He fucks you rough and hard in the way you crave; but with every touch, you feel his adoration for you.
You revel in it.Â
Greedy. Greedy. Greedy.Â
âCome on, baby, come on my cock â Fuck! You look so good, bouncing on my cock⊠Canât wait to fill your tight little cunt⊠Gonna breed youâ yeah? You like that, little slut? Fuck, thatâs what I thoughtâŠâ
Aemond loses it when you nod at his accusation of you wanting him to breed you. He drives into you until your eyes start to roll back, seeing stars.
You made him this way. This is how you slowly coaxed him to take you. When this first started, Aemond was sweet and caring, cooing praises into your ear with every slow thrust of his hips. But as it went on, you asked more of him. A hand squeezing around your neck, a strike rippling your bottom until itâs bruised, had him uttering spiteful and awful names that made you cry â you donât know why but thatâs how you like it.Â
(Perhaps itâs because of the rumors you heard about another Targaryen guy who likes to fuck girls just as roughly.)
At the thought, you come impossibly hard. Your squirt goes everywhere, has Aemond slipping out at how wet it is. He groans in both frustration and satisfaction, pushing back inside you just in time to fill you up to the brim with his cum. He empties inside you, rolling your hips against him until you are too sensitive, whimpering for him to hold on a second.Â
Aemond does not care and does not give you a moment to catch your breath, already pushing you back down on the bed and turning you on your side, lifting your leg to hang on his shoulder and guides his already hardened cock back inside you again. Though feeling oversensitive now, you canât deny how much you want more. Until you canât think anymore about why your best friend still hasnât made his way home yet or whose bed he ended up in tonight.
Aemond fucks you until the morning light, has you shaking and quivering and cumming in every new position â on your back, in a mating press, his tongue spreading over you, behind you againâŠÂ
Itâs because it has been a week since he had you, so really, he is just making up for lost time.
--
You wake up cuddling with Aemond, after only a few hours of sleep. But you feel well rested despite that and the strenuous activities you partook in all night and early morning.Â
Humming in content, you nuzzle your face into the nape of Aemondâs neck. Surprisingly, this morning you are the big spoon, your arm and leg thrown over Aemondâs body like a clingy koala. Â
Ever the light sleeper, the butterfly kisses you leave on his spine has Aemond stirring, turning his body in a still half-asleep pace to face you.Â
âMorninâ,â he drawls huskily, an adorable sleepy grin on his lips.Â
âGood morning,â you greet back with a smile, a bit more chirpy and awake. You lean in to give him a sweet peck on his lips, but Aemond pulls you in for something deeper as his hand slides to the nape of your neck in a possessive hold. You mewl as his tongue slips in your mouth and when you feel him thickening up against your thigh.
Gently, you push him onto his back, mouth still on each other with passionate kisses as you climb on top of him. You only part for his lips for a second to grab his hard cock to ease your cunt over it, sliding him inside you with a wet squelch.Â
Aemond sighs at the tight clench of your walls around him, languidly kissing you while you roll your hips over him. The sex is slow and sweet, gentler than all the ones the two of you had in the last eight hours.
You cream around him in such a lovely way, softly moaning his name in his ear for only him to hear. Thatâs all it takes for Aemond to come inside you again.
âI need to pee,â you tell Aemond a couple minutes later, your fingers running gently through his hair while his face is tucked into the crook of your shoulder.
Aemond doesnât immediately let you free, he even tightens his arms around you. He pulls his head back though, the back of it hitting the wall behind him, just to peer at your pretty face.Â
âJust piss on my cock⊠Youâd probably like that,â he says with a teasing smirk.
You shove at him, laughing as you get up from his softened length and off the bed too. âShut up!â
Once you find your tiny crop top, you put it on. You find your underwear too, but itâs so ruined that you throw it at Aemond instead. He catches it easily, balling it up in his hand and takes a deep inhale, all the while without taking his gaze off you.
Though the sight makes you heat up from head to toe, you wrinkle your nose at him. âGross.â
Aemond only grins. He knows you well enough â you like depraved shit like that. If you already werenât so stuffed full of his cum, heâll probably find you wet again just from his little panty sniffing stunt.Â
As you put on your jeans and socks, you and Aemond are making playful conversation.
Itâs easy. Itâs nice. It feels a little too domestic that it has Aemond thinking this could be a start of something. But he knows he shouldnât get his hopes up like this.
ââ I still canât believe the Oberyn Martell is actually going to be a professor at your uni next yearâŠâ
âYou know, itâs never too late to transfer,â Aemond tells you with a frown. The school he is attending now was your dream school all your life, and yet when you got in, you declined the offer â to go to the same school as his brother. âYou got in once. You can easily do it again.â
âYeah, butâŠâ You are standing by his desk, flipping through the brochure detailing the seminars Oberyn Martell, a famous political journalist, will be holding for the rest of the year before his official classes for the next year at Dorne University. You shrug, sending a weak smile his way, âKing is pretty good too. Iâve no real complaints except forâŠâ
In the middle of speaking, you trail off, staring out the window as a heavy revving of an old car engine can be heard outside.
Aemond already knows who it is.Â
Itâs Aegon, pulling up into the driveway in his sleek red 1968 Shelby. But what really gives it away is how your brows knit together as you watch Aegon walk up the pathway, whistling happily without a care in the world, as if he wasnât out all night making you worried sick.
Aemond is looking at you the same â longingly and sad. Hoping and wishing and praying for you to feel something for him, even just a tiny bit of what you feel for his older brother.Â
âI should go,â you tell Aemond with a wan smile after you quickly check yourself in the mirror to fix anything amiss. Â
Sighing tiredly, all Aemond can do is nod as he stares down on his lap.
Without another word, you leave him there glancing down at his hands that just touched you all night, memorized every curve of your body, and found all the right places that made you sing in pleasure.
But itâs not enough. Itâs never enough.
--
Aemond heads downstairs ten minutes after you left, already hearing laughter coming from the kitchen. The air smells of fresh brewed coffee, bacon, eggs, and waffles.Â
He passes by Daeron in the living room. The youngest Targaryen has a plate of all of that beside where he sits on the ground while his focus is on the story-driven zombie apocalyptic video game on the television screen.Â
When Aemond arrives at the kitchen, he stands by the arch of the door, leaning on his side against it with his arms crossed in front of him.Â
He hates how his heart aches, watching as you laugh so joyfully at a story Aegon is animatedly telling while he pours maple syrup on a plate of waffles that the two of you were sharing . Aemond knows you donât like things too sweet, and yet you allow Aegon to drown the waffles until they are soggy. Â
Itâs always like this. You give, Aegon takes. You give up your dream school because Aegonâs fragile ego couldnât handle being rejected and wants you beside him at all times. You let him treat you like shit because you are so in love with him.Â
Youâre so enraptured by Aegonâs attention finally on you that you donât even notice that Aemond has been there for a while.Â
Aegon tells a joke that has you laughing so hard, your head tilting back to expose your neckline.
All of the sudden, Aegon stops laughing with you, a frown on his face as his hand reaches out to touch a mark on your neck. âI didnât know youâre hooking up with someoneâŠâ
Clearing your throat, you pull away from his touch, smoothing your hair down to hide the mark. âIâm not.â
Aegon rolls his eyes, âOh, cause you really gave yourself a hickeyâŠÂ right. So who is it?â He starts to name all the guys the two of you know, and everytime you shake your head and tell him to stop, he just gets even more annoyed and angry.Â
Aemond can tell that Aegon is jealous, always so possessive of you even though he doesnât want you. But you donât notice, you just think heâs mad cause he thinks you are screwing one of his friends.
âCan you just let it go, Aegon?â You grit out, after telling him once again that no, you are not screwing either of the Cargyll twins.
âI donât get why you wonât tell me who it is? I tell you about all the girls I hook up with all the time!â
âAnd you think I want to know?â
âJustâ tell meââ
âShe said to let it go, Aegon,â Aemond barks out, finally making his presence known.Â
Aegon stares between his brother and you, breathing heavily in anger.Â
âWhatever. I donât need this,â Aegon fumes in conclusion, storming out the kitchen door that leads to the backyard, and it slams close behind him.
Chewing at your lip, your gaze is set on the door he just left from.
Aemond takes a tentative step towards you. âDonât, ___âŠâ You glance towards him, the telltale sign that you are about to burst out crying evident in the hiccupy way you are trying to get air through your parted mouth. Aemond presses his lips together, trying to convince you to stay by how carefully he is approaching you. You deserve to be treated as a first choice. Aemond would always treat you as such. âStop⊠Stop always being at his beck and call.â
You seem to think about it. Maybe he can finally get through to you â but then the revving of Aegonâs car is so loud, it snaps you out of it. You frown, eyes watering. âIâm so sorry, AemondâŠâ
Then you are running out after Aegon like you always seem to be.
And for the third time that summer, you crush Aemondâs heart beyond repair.
--
Summerâs ending, and every single day, Aemondâs wishing for it to just be over. Â
Sure he can change his flight back to Sunspear to an earlier one, but he knows his mother would question why and also be incredibly sad about it. Aemond does not have the heart to do that to her.Â
He has all his luggage packed already, eager to just book it to the airport as soon as he is able to.Â
Itâs been too much to bear. He still sees you pretty much every day but he hasnât talked to you since that morning a week and half ago.Â
But of course, you and Aegon have reconciled. Attached to the hips once again. Best friends forever and ever and ever and ever â just like the two of you would often promise each other since you were young.Â
Aemond calls it the honeymoon period. When you and Aegon make up after a fight (one that Aegon is usually the cause of and the one that starts it for no reason) and spend every waking minute together for the next few weeks. Aegon will demand for your time whenever he wants it, has you waiting by your phone for his call and canceling plans that he is not a part of. You donât seem to mind though, as long as Aegon showers you with needy and dependent affections⊠Until a new girl catches his eyes that has him wagging his tail and tongue hanging out. He then neglects your friendship in pursuit to get in her bed, causing another fight. Â
Rinse and repeat.Â
The cycle will never end.Â
Not unless you end it. Decide that youâve had enough of Aegon treating you like a convenient option instead of a priority.Â
Or more unlikely, for Aegon to finally return your feelings.Â
But Aemond highly doubts either of those will ever happen.Â
âHey, are you ready yet?â
Speak of the devilâŠ
Aegon peeks his head inside Aemondâs room. He didnât even bother to at least knock before he barged in. He takes a look at where Aemond is sitting against the headboard of his bed with a book in his hands â dressed in dark blue jeans, a plain white t-shirt with a black short-sleeved shirt loose and unbuttoned over it.Â
âOh good, you are!â Aegon then opens the door wider. âActually, can I talk to you about something?â
Aemond huffs in irritation, and before he can even answer, Aegon steps inside like he owns the place, closing the door behind him.
Aegon takes his sweet time â glancing around, picking up things on Aemondâs desk to look at, then putting it back down, flicking at the picture taped on the wall⊠Finally, he turns to face Aemond and comes out with it, âDo you know who _____ is hooking up with?â
Aemondâs eyes widen slightly but then quickly keeps his expression carefully neutral, not wanting to give anything away. âNo. Why would I know?â
Aegon nods slowly, but thereâs something about the way his lips purses to the side seems disbelieving.
Aemond clears his throat after standing up from the bed. âWhy are you even asking me?âÂ
Did you tell Aegon something? About you and him?
âI dunno, just askingâŠâ Aegon shrugs, mouth pulled down in an exaggerated frown. ââŠYou two have been spending a lot of time together lately, so I just thought you would know.â
With narrowed eyes, Aemond reminds him, âThe only reason weâve been spending a lot of time together is because youâre always ditching her for other girls.âÂ
Aegon licks his lips and then grins uncomfortably at how his younger brother just called him out. âI see that now⊠I think itâs because Iââ Aegon stops mid sentence and sniffs noisily, rubbing his hand over his mouth as he starts to pace a bit.Â
Aemond is quick to pick up on his brotherâs odd behaviour and eyes him quizzically.Â
Then Aegon stops and looks directly into Aemondâs eyes â an expression of open vulnerability sets on Aegonâs features that Aemond feels his stomach drop.Â
Oh fuck no⊠Donât you fucking dare say it, Aemond thinks with a slight shake of his head.Â
âI think I like her, Aemond,â Aegon confesses, eyes wide and watery. âI think Iâm gonna tell her tonight.â
At his sides, Aemond clenches his fists, his nails biting into his palms enough to hurt. But his expression remains unbothered, apathetic even.Â
âWhy are you telling me as if I care what you do with your life?â
Aegon chuckles with a roll of his eyes. â Please, Iâm not a complete idiotâŠâ He is grinning as he takes a step closer to Aemond. âI know youâre in love with herâŠâ Aemond cringes at the truth being said so loud in his otherwise quiet room. ââŠand you have been ever since we were young.â
Aemondâs glare on Aegon is heated.Â
So Aegon knew, and yet he always held your loyalty and preference to him over Aemondâs head.
With another step forward, Aegon is right in front of Aemond. The younger Targaryenâs nostrils flare, trying to keep his anger in check with his steady breathing.Â
âAnd Iâm not cruel, MondyâŠâ Aegon says, and yet he is looking up at him with a taunting smirk. âI care about you, so I just wanted to give you a heads up.â
Then, just as he is about to turn and leave Aemondâs room, he clamps a hand on his younger brotherâs shoulder, fingers digging in as he sneers into Aemondâs ear, âAnd just so you know⊠I intended to replace every filthy mark youâve stained on her body with my own.â
Aegonâs smirk then turns to a playful smile as he lightly smacks Aemondâs cheek twice. âMum wants to leave soon to get a good spot at the beach, so hurry up, yeah?â
Once again alone in his room, Aemond lets out the ragged breath he had not known he was even holding. He takes a seat on the edge of his bed, pressing the heels of his palms against his forehead enough to hurt â but it's still not as bad as the squeezing of his heart.
--
It is a Targaryen family tradition to celebrate the annual summer festival that marks the end of summer at Blackwater Bay beach. But obviously with what Aegon has planned to do tonight, Aemond would rather be anywhere but there.Â
When Alicentâs mini Cooper pulls into the parking lot of the beach, Aemond guesses itâs a little too late to back out. He steps out of the car, just as a red Shelby parks just right beside them.Â
Aegon exits his car, sunglasses on even though itâs already pretty dark outside. Youâre not with him, Aemond notes, only the Cargyll twins follow after Aegon. You must be coming here with Alys and them.
Aemond helps Alicent grab the coolers from the back of the Cooper along with Daeron, letting Helaena take the lead to a perfect grassy area to watch the fireworks from. Aemond doesnât stick around, deciding to walk the boardwalk that trails along the beach.
That is when Aemond catches sight of you, in a pretty white linen summer dress and your toes already in the sand. You are laughing with Alys and Rhaena, a lit up sparkler in your hand.
So pretty, like a shining star.
So close, yet so out of reach.
Just when he is about to step onto the white sand to make his way to you, someone bumps harshly past his shoulder.Â
With a scowl, Aemond watches on in bitter jealousy as Aegon runs to you, feet on the sand and an unlit sparkler in his hand. He captures your attention with a call of your name, and you look back at him, smiling so beautifully â a smile solely reserved for Aegon. It has your girlfriends giggling, skipping away arm in arm to give the two of you some time alone together.
With a nod, you press the tip of your sparkling sparkler to light his.
As soon as it does, Aegon leans close, murmuring something in your ear. When he pulls back, your eyes are wide, a mixture between guarded and hopeful.
In the dark, Aemond can barely read your lips,
You do?
Aegon nods.Â
Then his lips are on yours just as fireworks light up the night sky in brilliant arrays of colors and patterns.Â
Itâs a picture perfect scene. One that could be in the movies when the leading hero finally gets the girl.
And as always, Aemond is left way far down on the list of credits in the story of Aegonâs life.Â
All through his life, Aemond got used to it; toiling for the things that Aegon is freely given.Â
When Aegon got his fatherâs beloved car when he passed away, Aemond didnât care.
When Aemond got into the best school in the whole Seven Kingdoms and yet the fanfare wasnât nearly as huge as when Aegon got into Kingâs Landing U, Aemond also didnât care.
But even if he had anticipated it happening again â he didnât think it would hurt this much.
Because itâs you . You are the one thing that Aemond wanted so badly for himself. He has been in love with you all his life and would have done anything for you, if youâd only let him.
Aemond chuckles bitterly, tearing his gaze away from you and Aegon, still locking lips.
Now youâre just another prize that Aegon has won without merit.Â
And Aemond?Â
He is the fool who stupidly got his hopes up â because all along, you were never even his to lose.
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dirty laundry, pt. 4
a/n: here's part 4! guess who's back, back again, ash is back, tell a friend. i'm so sorry for how long this took, i kept hitting a wall every time i opened the document. but here we are now! as always i hope you enjoy! please like, comment, reblog!
pairing: noah sebastian x reader
genre: idiots-to-lovers
warnings: slight angst (if you squint, no like it's really minimal); oral (f. receiving)
word count: 2,508
summary: it's birthday time! noah's been on a mini tour, will he make it back in time for y/n's birthday dinner?
part one part two part three
as promised he stayed the rest of the week with her. it mostly consisted of them staying in and learning more about each other, in a different, more romantic way than they had previously.
then he had to go for a few weeks to perform various shows. he desperately wanted her to go with them but she just smiled and said that she needed to focus on her schoolwork and she wouldnât do that if she was around everyone. he worried he wouldnât be back in time for her birthday dinner that scarlett planned every year.Â
every year their group of friends get dressed up in their best and go out to dinner. a lot of times after dinner theyâd end up at a bowling alley that was half bowling, half arcade.Â
it was something that she looked forward to every year and he was worried a majority of the group wouldnât be able to make it due to commitments they had.Â
ânoah, itâs honestly okay,â she said over the phone one night after a show. he could tell she was trying her best to sound nonchalant but that she was sad about it. âif it was a dumb reason iâd be upset but this is far from dumb in my book. besides, we can always just push it to another date. doesnât have to be on my exact birthdate.â
âyes it does!â he heard scarlettâs voice shout, causing him to chuckle.Â
âsheâs right. itâs tradition,â he said. âweâre gonna try our best to be there, doll. it mostly depends on how travel goes.â
âi know. maybe i shouldâve come with you like you wanted. so you wouldnât stress as much about it,â she said, quietly.
âdoll, even though i desperately want you here with me, iâd still stress about it.â
âitâs not so important that you should stress this much though.â
âiâm going to pretend i didnât just hear you say that the day my girlfriend was born isnât important.â
âhow very dare she!â jollyâs voice shouted from the other side of the couch on the bus.
âhear that? youâve upset the swede.â
she was silent.Â
âdoll, regardless stress is going to happen because i love you and the guys love you and we want to continue our tradition.â
âyeah.â
âyouâre awfully quiet over there. whatâs going through that pretty little head of yours?â
he heard sniffles from the other side of the phone and immediately wished he was there. âi just donât know what i did to deserve this kind of niceness.âÂ
âyou exist as you are and we like the way you are. so there,â he explained.
she laughed.Â
âthere she is.â
âi love you,â she said.
âi love you,â he replied with a smile.Â
âand as much as i love you and talking to you, i should probably try to sleep.â
âyes, you should.â
âwish you were here,â she said quietly. he could hear her getting under her comforter and settling in for the night on the other side of the phone.Â
âsoon. then youâll get sick of me, promise,â he joked.
âdoubt it. night, noah.â
âgood night, doll.â
âgood night!!â the rest of the crew on the bus yelled into the phone, causing him to hear her giggle before she hung up.
âis she doing okay?â nicholas asked, plopping down between noah and jolly.
âi think so. just had a moment of doubt is all.â
âwhat happened when you went to stay with her?â nick asked.
âi donât think thatâs something i can tell you. she barely wanted to tell me.â
âwell, whatever it was, even though it was obviously bad, iâm glad it happened. if only to finally get you two together,â jolly said. ânot because i want her hurting, obviously. silver lining in the clouds.â
noah nodded. heâd been feeling similarly. he didnât know when heâd finally have broken his silence on loving her if that night didnât happen. that, of course, didnât mean that he was happy her past had come back to haunt her in such an intense way.
âso whatâd you get her for her birthday?â bryan asked, slightly changing the subject.
noahâs eyes widened. âshit.â
âsheâs not gonna want anything from anyone,â nick tried to cover for noah.
âright. but itâs definitely his obligation as boyfriend to get her something anyway.â
âwhat if you just get a hotel room or airbnb for a weekend getaway? sheâd like that since youâve been gone,â nicholas offered.
âthatâs actually a great idea,â jolly said, gaining looks from everyone on the bus. âweâre practically soulmates, i know what sheâd like.â
âsoulmates?â noah leveled a playful glare at the guitarist.
âoh, chill. i mean it in a totally platonic way.â
âi think youâd have to fight scarlett for that title,â nicholas laughed.Â
âiâm not convinced sheâs not holding out hope for y/n to be gay,â jolly said.
âsheâs bi. i think if they were to happen, theyâd have happened already,â noah explained. he earned some questioning looks. âshe literally went to pride and bought a bi flag. itâs not difficult to put two and two together to make four. you guys just donât pay attention.â
âso much for being her soulmate, joakim,â nick laughed, causing everyone else to laugh.
while laying in his bunk on the bus later that night, noah began to look up hotel in the area they lived, looking for one that gave off just the right vibe.
a couple days had passed and the band and crew were making their way home as fast as they could in order to make it for dinner. noah was on edge and kept to himself most of the trip.Â
in the end, they had made it back to town with a couple of hours to spare.
as much as noah wanted to tell her theyâd made it, it kind of wanted it to be a surprise, so he just text scarlett and told her to keep her mouth shut.Â
he showered and dressed quickly. then he packed a bag for the weekend. as much as he loved his band, he couldnât wait to have some alone time with his girl after a few weeks with them.Â
he drove alone to the restaurant because of his later plans, but waited for the rest of them to arrive before exiting his vehicle. they walked into the building as a group, y/n and scarlett already at a table. the hostess seemed shocked to see the group but led them to the table which was in the back of the restaurant.
y/n and scarlett werenât paying attention, immersed in a conversation together, so he walked quietly behind y/n and placed his hands over her eyes, careful not to smudge her glasses.
âoh my god, you made it!â she said, excitedly.
he chuckled, taking the seat on her other side. âhowâd you know it was me?â
âcologne. and also who else would dare?â
âi dunno, jolly said something about being your soulmate, so he might dare.â
âokay, he might. but he wears a different cologne. did you know that smell is the sense most linked to memory?â
âi missed you, smartypants,â he said, kissing the side of her head.Â
âmissed you more,â she said, smiling.
âbe gross after dinner,â scarlett said, not a hint of seriousness in her voice.Â
âyou ladies both look very nice tonight,â jolly complimented.
âthank you. it took so long for us to find something perfect for the night. still has to look good with bowling shoes, ya know,â scarlett answered.
the rest of the table carried on in conversation while noah placed a hand on y/nâs thigh, pulling her attention to him.
âi didnât get an actual present for you this time and for that iâm so sorry. but i did get us a hotel room for the weekend so we can spend some much needed time together without these yahoos.â
âyou donât need to beat yourself up about not getting anything because all i wanted was you here. i think a hotel room is a great idea.â
he kissed the side of her head again as the waiter walked up to the table to take their orders.Â
dinner was filled with laughter and good conversation, as it always is when they all get together. noahâs hand rarely left its place on y/nâs thigh. it was a subtle touch but after being gone from her for as long as he had been, though not as long as a normal tour, it was all he could do to not beg her to skip the bowling and go straight to the hotel.
when she stood up at the end of dinner and he saw her outfit in full, he had to stifle a groan that threatened to erupt. she looked so good and was wearing heels that made her legs look even better than normal.Â
he shook himself as he noticed her stretching her hand out to him with a smile. âcâmon, we have pins lanes to dominate.â
he stood, his hand in hers, and followed their group out to their vehicles.Â
âwhoâre you riding with, love?â scarlett asked.
noah was already opening the passenger door of his car for her when y/n shot scarlett a glance, causing them to laugh.
y/n carefully slid into the passenger seat of noahâs car before he shut the door and slid into his own seat. âyou look so fucking good, doll.â
âthank you,â she blushed. âi wanted to try something a little different from the last couple of years.â
âi liked those to but thereâs something about this that makes me a little feral.â
âgood to know.â
âyou sure you want to go bowling?â
she laughed. âyes, of course i want to go bowling.â
âyeah, right, of course,â he choked out.
ânoah, we have all weekend.â
âtrust me, iâm aware.â
âbut i did tell scar that weâd be late because i want to pick up clothes for our weekend.â
âgood idea.â
âiâve been known to have a few.â
noah drove the familiar route to her and scarlettâs house, walked around the car to help her out, and held her hand as they walked to the front door.
once they were inside, he pulled her to him and pushed his lips to hers. her arms wound around his neck as she returned his kiss with the same urgency. he walked them until her back hit the closest wall and let his hands roam down her body to the backs of her thighs. he pulled, indicating to her that he wanted them around his waist, she obliged. he broke from her lips and she put her forehead against his as he walked them back to her room.Â
âi missed you so fucking much,â he said, his voice husky.
âi missed you,â she breathed out.
âi know you want to go bowling with our friends but just give me a little more time.â
âokay, i can do that.â
he pushed open her bedroom door and kicked it shut again as they entered. he laid her on the bed, pecking her lips before sliding down her body and kneeling on the carpet in front of her.
âbaby, can i please?â he almost whined out. âand then we can pack you a bag and go. promise.â
she leaned up on her elbows and looked at him. both of their eyes were blown with lust and hair was mused. âokay,â she said quietly.
âokay,â he said, placing a kiss on her thigh.
he slid his hands up under the skirt of her outfit and found the elastic band of her underwear and pulled them down her legs. he didnât fight the groan that left his throat at the sight of the black lace underwear his fingers were pulling down.Â
âmy shoes,â she said, breathlessly.
âtheyâre fine,â he said simply as he hooked her knees on his shoulders.Â
he kissed up the inside of one of her thighs to the apex of her legs. he used his tongue to lap up the juices that were already flowing out of her. he pushed a finger into her as he licked. he moaned into her, the vibration making her moan loudly as she snaked her fingers through his hair. he nibbled on her clit as lightly as he could and soothed it with his tongue. he inserted another finger and began working them faster as her breathing sped up.
ânoah,â she breathed out, spurring him on.
he reached his free hand up toward her, and she released the grip of one of her hands on his hair to grip his hand instead.Â
âcâmon, baby, i know you can do it. youâre so close,â he said as he felt her squeezing his fingers before continuing his ministrations with his tongue. he coaxed it out of her. she fought to keep her thighs open as she came, he continued until she was spent and breathing heavily above him.
he sat back on his heels and licked his fingers clean, her slick glistening on his chin. âfuck,â they said together, causing them to laugh.
âhang on, doll. let me clean you up before you start moving around,â he walked into the adjoining bathroom, grabbed a clean washcloth, and wet it before walking back to her, wiping his face as he did. he cleaned the inside of her thighs and any drippage from her core before placing her feet in the leg holes of her underwear and helping her pull them back on.
she raised her arms and he pulled her up. he chuckled as he saw her look in her phone screen with a look of horror. ânow i have to fix my make up and hair,â she whined.Â
âi dunno, i think you still look great,â he kissed her forehead.
âyou would.â she said, attempting to stand. âyou know, in these shoes iâm almost your height.â
âi noticed. my neck thanks them for their service.âÂ
she laughed again as he helped her stand, he laughed as her knees wobbled.
âstop that. and help me with these things,â she said, plopping back on her bed and bending to unbuckle her shoes.
he saluted her and kneeled once more to help her remove the high heels.Â
she breathed a sigh of relief as she stood on bare feet and walked to her closet for a bag and her converse. he was at her dresser pulling out yoga pants, shorts, and a couple of t-shirts. she pulled out clean underwear and a different bra and some socks and stuffed everything into her bag. before they left she went to the bathroom and cleaned up her makeup and hair, motioning for him to sit so she could straighten up his hair as well.
he grabbed her bag as she grabbed his hand and pulled him through the front door, locking it behind them, and to the car once more.
once they were situated in the vehicle, she shouted enthusiastically, âto the bowling alley!â
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