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aemonds-wifey · 1 year

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Bet you wanna love me now

You've had enough of Aegon constantly leading you on and you finally put your foot down... Sort of.

Pairing: Modern!Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader Word count: 1.9k Warnings: Explicit/18+, mention of alcohol consumption, profane language, semi-public sex, fingering, titty-sucking (bless), toxic situationship dynamics, Aegon is his own warning ngl.

A/N: Surprise! Aegon is the first to be posted for my birthday celebration! I've missed writing for this little fucker. The second fic is scheduled to be posted in a couple of hours after this🤭

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As you’re reapplying your lipstick, you see Aegon entering the bathroom and closing the door behind him from the mirror’s reflection. A heavy sigh escapes your lips while you put the tube down, astonished by how predictable he is. It’s petty and you know it, flirting with his brother the whole night, but you knew that was the only way to get his attention. Seeing you and Aemond cosying up on the couch together made his skin crawl and his blood boil. He was expecting you to be blowing up his phone by now, not moving on and certainly not dressed like this.

The dress isn’t something you’d typically go for but even you had to admit that you look hot in it. Aegon eyes you up appreciatively, lilac eyes roaming over your accentuated curves in the tight, little onyx number you have on. He makes a show of getting caught leering and flashes you a cheeky grin.

“I didn’t think I’d see you here tonight,” he cautioned, gradually approaching you. He grinds to a halt when he sees you cross your arms.

“Why do you care? This is Jace’s party and he invited me,” you huff.

He chuckles softly, finding your defensiveness cute. “I’m just glad to see you here,” he muses, smirking. He takes an additional step forward, sandwiching you between his body and the sink. You can feel the heat radiating off him and his stupid, sexy cologne. His scent is warm and so inviting; it’s utterly aggravating.

“Wish I could say the same to you,” you retort, albeit not as assertive as you wished for it to come across. Then again, his hand is already snaking around your waist, and you feel yourself getting under his spell again.

“Tsk, what’s got you in a mood, princess?” he asks, rubbing comforting circles on your lower back, “Have you missed me?” he coos.

“Missed you? Who seeked who out now again?” you scoff.

“Am I not allowed to change my mind?”

“Considering you are the one who broke things off–”

“I don’t like seeing you with anyone else,” he states plainly, shrugging.

You let out an indignant laugh. “Tough shit! You’re not my boyfriend. You’ve made that perfectly clear. I’ll chat up whoever I please.”

“Okay,” he replies sardonically, snickering at your statement. “But Aemond? Seriously?”

You stare back at him, trying to silence the voice in your head urging you to reach out and grab him- To kiss or strangle him, you’re not sure- that always varies. Right now, it seems to be a perfect blend of both.

Aegon’s gaze darkens, his eyes flickering momentarily in annoyance at your silence. At this point, you’d be all over him. But you’re not. Before, you would have ranted about why you two should be together and make it official, and he’d charm his way out of the conversation before it could even be had. For consolation, he’d whisper sweet nothings in your ear- just enough to keep you hanging on for longer. He doesn’t seem too keen on this change, preferring to have all the control over the situation. He’s like a man on a mission, grabbing you by the back of your thighs to lift you up and place you on the bathroom counter.

“Do you really think I’d let Aemond have you? You’re mine,” his words are slurred, but it doesn’t negate the authoritative tone he’s adopted. “I don’t know what game you think you’re trying to play here but I don’t give a fuck. I know you want me- you know you miss this,” he mutters against you, peppering your neck with fervid kisses he’s aware drives you crazy. He’s taking no prisoners, licking and suckling at the sensitive skin, determined to mark you where it’s most visible to other people. It fills you with rage as he’s always made sure to keep your fling a secret otherwise. “We’d always find a place to be alone -just like now- and I’d bend you over and fuck you so hard you’re screaming my name,” he persists, “and it would be fine because the music downstairs is too loud for anyone to hear you anyway–” You moan at his words; your walls fluttering around nothing, wishing he could just–

To both of your surprise, you push him away, and he staggers backwards.

“You don’t get to have that anymore,” you snarl, trying to ignore the pulse roaring in your ears and the gush of arousal soaking your panties at his possessive display. “You’re only doing this out of spite. Because you’re a rich, spoiled asshole!”

He bristles at your harsh tone, seemingly actually hurt by your statement. After taking a deep breath, he approaches you again- this time without the smug grin and swagger he wears frustratingly well. A rare and unnerving sight to behold. You eye him warily, silently chastising yourself for feeling relief over him closing the space between you two once more.

“Are you really gonna make me say it?” he sighs dejectedly. “Fine. I miss you, okay? I miss your laugh, your smile, your body –fuck– I want you. I’m sorry it took seeing you with someone else to realise that I want to be with you,” you meet his gaze with narrowed eyes, pools of molten lilac boring into yours. He leans forward, ready to capture your lips with his own, but your hand flies up to his chest, stopping him in his attempt.

“That’s not enough. I want you to beg for it.”

“-What?”

“You heard me,” you chuckle darkly. “If you truly mean what you’re saying, you’d beg for me.”

“Now you’re just being dif–”

“-am I? You’ve treated me like absolute shit, Aegon,” you snap back, emphasising your accusal by jabbing at his chest with your finger. Grimacing, he takes it willingly and purses his lips- unable to come up with a comeback. He knows you’re right.

“Y/N…” he implores, but you’re too focused on his hands making their way up your thighs- everything else fading away to obscurity. “I am sorry… I’m sorry it took so long to realise it, but I want to be with you. Not with those other girls. Fuck them. There’s only you. You’re the only one I care about- the only one I find myself thinking about and missing.”

You bite back a comment on how obvious it is that he sees you as nothing but someone he can rely on when he can’t find anyone better for the night. Not when this is the most fixated he’s ever been on you. Not when one of his hands has reached your lace-clothed core to push it aside. You’d probably be more embarrassed at how soaked you already are, but the two shots you took for courage -and for tolerating Aemond’s dull and long-winded monologues- are finally settling into your nerves. Aegon slides his fingers along your slick folds, eliciting a stifled moan from you. He gathers enough lubrication and you find yourself grinding against his touch, desperate for more.

“See? I know how to make you feel good. I know how much you like to be filled- how much you need it. Don’t even try to pretend that you’re not thinking about it right now.”

“I’m pretty sure your brother will have no problems fulfilling that role if need be–”

He merely growls in response, and the next thing you know, he’s pushing your strapless dress down to gather around your waist, exposing your breasts to him. He wastes no time to take one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his warm, wet tongue around the hardening bud. You throw your head back, moaning lowly as your hand flies to the back of his head, gripping his messy silver tresses. You feel his lips curving up to a smirk, satisfied in knowing his effect on you.

“He doesn’t know you like I do,” Aegon chides while angling his fingers to bully your cunt’s sweet spot, evoking a string of incoherent expletives from your scarlet-painted lips. “-Doesn’t know how to get these pretty sounds out of you,” he rambles on, returning his attention to your tits.

You bite down on your lip, restraining yourself from making more lewd sounds, refusing to give him more satisfaction in being able to pleasure you so excellently.

Aegon releases your nipple to look up at you with puppy-dog eyes, ”I fucked up, okay? Give me another chance- please,” he says. He sounds apologetic, but the way he’s rubbing your clit with his thumb as he continues to finger you are actions by a man who knows exactly what he’s doing. Funnily enough, he’s wholly unaware of how he’s been sounding like a broken record, reiterating the same hollow promises he’s given you and multiple other girls to keep them coming back to him. He’s about to go on and plead his case yet again, but you push his face back to your tits which he holds no objections to.

”Aemond wouldn’t know how to make you come- but I fucking do. Look at this; your pussy is so wet for me- So beautiful like this. Are you gonna come for me, princess?”

You let out a pitiful whine in response, his tempo is unrelenting and expertly driving you closer and closer to your peak. It’s a shame, really. He’s as skilled with his hands as he is at convincing you that his promises hold any weight. You’d give anything for him to actually mean it, but you’ve been burned by him too many times at this point.

It’s simply a little too late.

”D-don’t stop now,” you manage to choke out between moans.

”You’re mine, yeah?- No one else’s. I want you to come for me. That’s it— yes, that’s right, go on, baby,” he coaxes, smirking. Your jaw falls slack as your climax comes hurtling at you, throwing your head back in bliss. He’s basically preening, relishing in the sensation of your walls fluttering around his fingers, effectively drenching them in your arousal.

With a heaving chest, you struggle to come down from your high and hold on to the sink behind you when you stand up to make yourself decent due to wobbly legs.

”So… How about we continue this somewhere more comfortable?” he falters, chuckling nervously. If you didn’t feel as serene and clear-headed as you did, you’d be more enraged and call him out for unabashedly expecting you to reciprocate. Instead, you’re even more assured in your decision to do what you should have done when he did you dirty the first time.

”Aw,” you pout, reaching up to touch his face, and he looks back at you expectantly; there’s a glimmer of hope in his eyes. ”Sorry babes, but I’m just not the relationship type. How can you expect me to stick to one when there are so many other good options out there?” you pat him lightly on the cheek, your expression turning into a condescending smirk. His face drops, recognising his own words coming back to bite him in the ass. ”Thanks for giving me one for the road though. Really needed it,” you drawl while sauntering out of the bathroom, immediately feeling relief as you close the tumultuous chapter in your life known as Aegon Targaryen.

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