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li0nn3stuff · 29 days

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Aemond and his Italian girlfriend

English is not my first language, be kind.

Modern!Aemond x fem!Reader

You are in a relationship with modern!Aemond

Warnings: smut

Aemond was just looking at his girlfriend getting ready, as he sat comfortably on the edge of the bed with his legs spread apart. She was tightening the belt of a dress, to a point where Aemond started doubting she could even breathe. She saw a little glimpse of pain cross her face, but as soon as she tied the belt she smiled at her reflection in the mirror.

“Doesn’t it hurt you?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Well, if beautiful you want to appear, you have to suffer a bit.” she answered, still looking with proudness at her reflection. Aemond almost laughed.

“What?” he asked amused.

“In Italian it sounds better.” she says, raising her shoulders. Aemond shakes his head.

“I’m pretty sure it remains meaningless just as it does in English.” he rolls his eye.

“It’s not meaningless! It’s true!” she immediately defends herself, crossing her arms to her chest and turning to look at him. Aemond gets up as she goes back to look at her reflection, he stands behind her, and he unties the belt, she groans in relief, making Aemond smile slightly.

“You’re beautiful.” he says, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I’ll make sure to remind you everyday, so you won't come up with such ideas anymore. I don’t want to see you suffer.” he kisses her neck as she pouts.

“I can always look better.” she points out, Aemond shakes his head.

“You always look your best. My pretty, perfect girl.” he murmurs, nuzzling his face in her neck, breathing in her scent, as she blushes.

“You’re being cheesy.” she muses and he chuckles.

“Mhh, you want me to be something else?” he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her back, pressing his body against her. She scoffs and rolls her eyes, but he can see that she is hiding a smile.

“Any other stupid Italian phrases I’ll have to make sure you’ll forget?” he asks, making her roll her eyes.

“Shut up.” Aemond smiles and hugs her tighter, raising a hand to her neck, and gripping it, making her tilt her head to the side so he has more space to kiss her skin.

“We could go to Italy. I could fuck you in Rome.” he grinds lazily against her back.

“You know I’m not from Rome.” I whine as I push myself back.

“Doesn’t matter, I can fuck you everywhere.” he groans as her grips her hips and he press her firmly against him, keeping her still as he grinds faster.

“Aemond…” she whines as she puts her hands on the mirror to keep her balance.

“What do you need, mh? Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you, pretty one.”

“I need you…” she says as her breath starts getting heavier, and she pushes herself back.

“You have me, I’m right here.” he smirks as he moves her hair to one side as he keeps working his hardness against her buttocks. She whines louder as she lets her head fall back on his shoulder.

“Aemond…” her cheeks flushed, her eyes closed. She was a beautiful sight. She always was.

“Come on, say it.” he incites her as his grip on her hips tightens.

“Aemond… fuck me, please…” those words were music to his ears. He grabs her by the back of the neck and pushes her down, making her bend forward as he raises the skirt of her dress and he quickly unties his pants, staring at her buttcheeks.

“Want my cock so bad you’re already begging?” he pulls down his pants, letting them pool at his ankles as he pulls to the side her panties, and spreads her legs with his foot as he slowly fisten himself, to get completely hard.

“Yes, yes, I want it, please…” she turns her head to the side, trying to look at him as he positions himself, but he grabs her by her hair and turns her head towards the mirror.

“Want me to make you feel good?”

“Yes, pl- ah!” without preparation, the stretch of his cock was pure bliss, a bit painful, but it was such in a good way, it just made it more pleasurable. He forces himself to start with slow, gentle thrusts, to let her adapt at his length before he could speed up and fuck her brains out like he liked to.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight…” Aemond thought she was even tighter than usual, she squeezed him even more than she ususally do, so he knew that he would have never been able to keep this pace. He quickly starts thrusting harder, making her body jolt forward repeatedly, as she sobs and she claws at the mirror.

“A-Aem-ond…” she says, getting interrupted by his thrusts, and her gasps. He starts quickening the pace, digging his fingers in her buttoks, spreading them apart to have a better view of what he was doing to her, how his cock was stretching her wide open, how she was struggling to take him in.

“You always look good baby.” he groans as he moves his arm back around her waist, his other hand wraps around her neck, pulling her back, keeping her back pressed to his front. “But now that I see you… you look better when you’re taking my cock- fuck-” He groans and he thrusts even faster, the room filled with the sound of his thighs slapping against her buttocks, her moans and his occasional grunts.

“Aemond… I want to cum, make me cum…”

“Yeah? You want to cum on my cock?” she nods eagerly, making him smirk.

He lets go of her neck and he puts his hand beside hers on the mirror, as his other drifts down to play with her pearl, making her moan out loud as her legs start shaking.

“Cum on my cock. Make it yours.”

“Holy- Aemond… fuck-” her legs shake more as she hits her orgasm, sucking him inside, squeezing him like a vice. Aemond opens his mouth and leans his head back, and she eagerly watches him lost in pleasure. His eyebrows knitting together, his pained expression and his mouth hanging open. He didn’t relent. He kept thrusting and thrusting, making her cry out and close her legs because of the overstimulation.

“Shh, just take it baby…” He groans as he leans his head on the back of hers, he opens his eye and he watches her reflection in the mirror, admiring her face of pure pleasure. Her eyes glossy, the desperation in her expression, as her body started to work her towards another orgasm thanks to his actions, her plump lips.

"Look at you, you look so pretty like this... so perfect... you're my perfect girl, aren't you?" he groans, she immediately nods her head.

"Yes- Yes, I'm your perfect girl, yours-" she sobs and he smiles proudly.

"Mine." he growls.

Aemond closed his eye again and quickened his pace, making her gasp in surprise as he pressed her more in the mirror.

“How about one more? Mh? One more and I’ll cum with you, yeah?” he says as he looks back down at her buttocks, he plays faster with her pearl, putting more pressure with his fingers.

“Aem- God… I… I’m…” she mumbles as he takes his hand off the mirror to grip at the skin of her hips, speeding up even more, barely taking it out of her, feeling his orgasm reach him too. He squeezes her flesh and he grunts loudly.

“Cum. Cum pretty girl, please.”

That hit her, hearing Aemond asking her to come like this was so rare, and it just made her explode a second time, letting out a long moan of his name, he thrusts a few more times before actually stopping himself, after having filled her to the guts with his seed. She leans completely against the mirror, panting. Aemond kisses her cheek nussling his face in hers and caresses the back of her head with his hand as he leans towards the mirror too, careful not to crush her too much.

“You’re so good to me, pretty one.” she smiles softly at his words, and he pulls out, making her whine a bit. She turns around to face him, feeling his seed dripping down her thighs. Aemond smiles at her and he cups her face, kissing her passionately and softly. She hums in appreciation and she wraps her hand around his neck.

“So we’re going to Italy?”

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joes-stories · 3 months

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Entzugserscheinungen

Er weiß genau, dass ich auf ihn stehe. Auf diese unverschämt lässige, provokante Art, auf die übermenschlich prallen, definierten und verschwitzten Muskeln und vor allem auf seinen monströsen Schwanz, den er neckisch unter seiner weiten Hose verborgen hält.

Er nickt mir zu und legt sich auf eine der Liegen, nun völlig nackt. Sein Prügel, dieser unfassbar mächtige, fette Kolben, dieser einmalige jamaikanische Riesenschwanz steht aufrecht von ihm ab. Er zwinkert mir zu und ich weiß was ich zu tun habe. Ich knie mich zwischen seine gespreizten Beine, reiße mein Maul weit auf und wie ein Magnet sein Gegenstück finden meine feucht glänzenden Lippen sein stählernes Rohr. Sein Stöhnen ist rauh, männlich und voller Genuss, als sein Kaliber halb in meinem Rachen verschwindet. Er ist es nicht gewohnt, dass ein Schwanz von seinen Ausmaßen tiefer als bis zur fetten Eichel genommen wird und Männer, ich sage euch eins: Ich bin ein Deepthroating-Meister. Ein Gott des Schwanzlutschens, eine Schwanzhure, die selbst die größten Teile wegschluckt. Aber dieser perverse Hurensohn bringt selbst mich an meine Grenzen.

Mit langsamen, gekonnten Bewegungen schleimt mein Maul seinen Zauberstab ein. Weißer Saft läuft an dem prächtigen, harten, von dicken Venen durchzogenen Stamm, der wirkt wie aus reinstem Ebenholz geschnitzt, herunter. Der Schleim, eine Mischung aus meinem Speichel und seinem Vorsaft, den er in rauen Mengen produziert, füllt die tiefen Furchen seiner Pflasterstein-Bauchmuskeln. Meine Hände packen seine mächtigen Titten und wow, mein ganzer Körper zittert vor Erregung! Was für ein Gefühl, diese massive Härte der Muskeln und zugleich die warme Zartheit der weichen Haut in meinen Händen zu halten, während ich diesen schwarzen Hengst in den Orgasmus lutsche.

Ich lasse kurz ab von seinem Bullenschwanz, um meine Lippen durch das zerfurchte Gebirge seines Sixpacks gleiten zu lassen. Doch schon nach kürzester Zeit hat mein Maul schwerste Entzugserscheinungen und muss sich wieder um diesen unglaublichen Prügel kümmern, während meine Hände über die perfekten, harten, ausgeprägten Muskeln seines göttlichen Körpers gleiten.

Da fängt er plötzlich an zu röhren wie ein brünftiger Hirsch, rammt seinen Schwanz voller Brutalität tief in meine Kehle und spritzt mir eine nicht enden wollende Fontäne seines Saftes in den Hals den ich genüsslich schlucke und schlucke und gar nicht mehr aufhöre zu schlucken, weil er nicht aufhört, abzuspritzen. Noch nie habe ich eine sol lange anhalten Orgasmus bei einem Mann erlebt und vermutlich waren es drei oder vier Orgsmen nacheinander, die dieses unglaubliche Tier in meinem Maul abgesondert habt. Eine einmalige Leistung, an der ich mit meinen Schwanzlutschkünsten zweifellos mit beteiligt war!

Er grinst mich breit an, wir gehen eine Runde in die Sauna und er verspricht mir, gleich danach die Ausdauer meines Arsches zu testen. Mir wird ein wenig schwindelig, denn wer sein Teil in seinem Arsch stecken hat, der kann sich gleich fisten lassen. Aber natürlich werde ich mich darauf einlassen ...

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