Just one more time (Oneshot)
[ modern! • Aemond x sexworker! • female ]
[ warnings: sex content, smut, sexwork, anxiety, fluff ]
[description: A girl tries to cope with the idea, that she slept with someone for money. She can't forget about this man, but she decides to move on with her life. However, when she thinks, that this chapter of her life is closed, life crosses their paths again.]
This story is a continuation of Oneshot (Just this one time), but it can be read as a standalone story.
* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *
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She never thought she'd be able to sleep with a strange man for money. It turned out that she knew little about herself. She was horrified at the thought, but at the same time the relief when she transferred the money to her mother was gigantic.
Her mother asked her where she suddenly got so much money, but all she said was that she had taken a University loan. Her mother believed her and burst into tears of relief over the phone.
She kept thinking back to that day when he had come to her. She remembered every millimeter of his unusual, almost stone face. His long, blond hair, the disturbing eyepatch. Compared to his cold, terrifying body posture, his touch was gentle, subtle, respectful.
He let her take control, barely saying anything. She had a feeling he was just as scared as she was. She wondered if he had used similar services from other girls before. For some reason her heart tightened at the thought.
She couldn't understand what was happening to her then. How did it happen that from second to second she became more and more turned on, her heart and breath quickened, their tongues licked in a perverted, licentious way.
How was it possible that when she began to ride him, her whole inside tightened with pleasure, responding to his every caress. How he made her come as hard as she had ever felt in her life.
When it was over and she realized what she had just done, she felt nothing but emptiness. She couldn't control her tears and convulsions. She was shocked when he stayed with her at her request.
That he lay next to her for an hour, just hugging and stroking her, listening with her to the sounds of the busy street outside the window. She thought in surprise that she didn't want him to leave.
Eventually, however, someone called him, and they both returned to earth. When he hung up, they just looked away. He picked up his jacket from the ground, put it on, and left, closing the door softly. Then she burst into tears for a second time.
She immediately turned off the possibility of ordering anything on the portal where she shared her photos with men. She had a few more photos to take, overdue and prepaid. She didn't want to explain herself to these men and pay them back so resigned she looked in her closet again.
She took several photos of herself against a black background made of a sheet with flowers in her hair and in her hands, slightly revealing the outline of her breasts. She thought that she wanted to add some color of mourning. That she had lost something, some fragment of her innocence. She felt like the whole world knew what she had done.
In the evening when she processed the photos and sent them to clients, she decided to close her account on the portal and this chapter of her life. She shuddered when she saw, that she had some new messages in her inbox. Resigned, she clicked on notifications.
Most of them, as she supposed, were invitations to bed or to send someone her used clothes.
Her heart sank as she saw that one of the messages belonged to him. For a moment her hands hovered over the keyboard in uncertainty. She was supposed to shut it all out, but she still saw his face before going to sleep, smelled his perfume in her nose, felt his hands gripping her hips tightly as he fucked her.
She felt him inside her.
She swallowed loudly. She couldn't help herself and clicked on the notification. After a moment a window opened with their earlier conversations and his new message, written a few hours ago. She saw, shocked, that he also wrote to her the same day they met and the day after.
Abyss: Are you okay? Your crying scared me. I know I shouldn't write to you. I just wanna know if you're alright.
Abyss: I'm begging you, tell me you didn't do anything to yourself or I'll go mad with worry.
Abyss: I saw that you blocked the possibility of placing orders so I assume that you will delete your account soon. I'm sorry if I hurt you. I'm glad you're okay.
For some reason, she covered her mouth as she read it feeling tears in her eyes again. Her heart was pounding like crazy, roaring in her ears.
She felt the grip of his arms again, his soothing voice as he stroked her hair. He really cared about her. She stared at the monitor for several minutes, hesitating whether to write anything back.
Several times she went to the profile tab, dedicated to deleting the entire account, then went back to his three messages and read them again.
She didn't want him to feel that he had hurt her. She felt being with him that at any moment she could ask him to stop. She knew he wouldn't take her by force. She thought he'd give her the full amount even if halfway through the act she said she couldn't do it.
She swallowed hard and started typing, the words popping up in her dialog box.
Ophelia: Sorry, I didn't see your messages. Yes, I want to delete this account and end this chapter. Thank you for being so concerned and for staying with me then. I needed it. You didn't hurt me. I want you to sleep soundly and not worry about it anymore.
She read her message several times and finally sent it. She felt her whole body tremble with emotion. She wondered if he would respond to that. She shuddered when she saw that he had immediately displayed her message.
He didn't reply for half an hour. She decided that she would make dinner and eat something during this time. That if he doesn't text her back by the morning she'll think everything has been cleared up between them, she'll close the account, and go back to her normal life.
She went back to the desk with the tomato and lettuce sandwiches and nearly choked on a bite when she saw, that he did answer. She quickly clicked on the notification to see his message.
Abyss: Is the insurance thing settled yet?
She blinked, wondering if she should talk to him about that. However, she decided that nothing bad would happen if she answered him.
Ophelia: Yes.
She took a bite of her sandwich, staring thoughtfully at the screen. She felt as if her whole belly was twisting with emotion and some strange, indescribable excitement. Like she was doing something forbidden.
Abyss: I'm glad. I wish you all the best.
Her heart tightened as she read his words. For some reason she wanted to cry again.
Ophelia: Me too. Sleep peacefully.
For some reason, she hoped he'd write back something else. However, when she refreshed the page, she saw that their messages had disappeared. There was only a notification that the person she was talking to had deleted her account. For some reason she burst into sobs seeing this. She deleted her account a few minutes later.
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A few months passed, and she began to come back to herself. She decided that she had not hurt anyone, and the man she met was very cultured and respected her. The thought of it helped her in times of crisis, but she was comforted by the fact that she wasn't about to go back to it.
The man who came to her then appeared in her dreams, and she was glad to see him every time. When she woke up she felt sad and hurt for some reason.
A new semester of her studies has begun. Her schedule included a new class in a completely different building, dedicated to ancient philosophy. Her friends talked among themselves that they were led by an interesting, young doctoral student. When one of them said that he had one eye missing, she felt a cold sweat on her neck.
She thought it was impossible.
When it was time for their first class, she couldn't swallow anything in the morning. She felt her whole body tremble, told herself it must be someone else. However, when the door to the hall opened and he stood there, inviting everyone inside, she felt unable to move.
He swept them all with a cool, indifferent gaze, and when he saw her, standing with her notebooks hugged to her chest, he froze and turned pale, his pupil dilating in shock.
He looked down quickly and turned his head, swallowing hard. She saw his whole body tense. She thought that was why he had come over to her bookshelf that day. He saw the works of Aristotle and Plato which she discussed on ancient Greek literature.
Pursing her lips, she followed the rest of her classmates into a small lecture hall where the seats were stacked like an amphitheatre. Her friend waved her to sit next to her in the third row, and so she sat there, not knowing what to do with herself.
Like any teacher, he had to introduce himself by name. She then found out that the man she had fucked on her bed for money, who had sucked and kissed her breasts and made her come harder than ever, was named Aemond.
She swallowed hard as he went on to read the list. Each student in turn raised his hand when his name was read out. When she heard her name, she shivered all over.
She raised her hand slowly, unable to look at him. She looked up and saw that he was looking at her so intensely, pleadingly, that she thought he was going to pass out. She thought they were both equally distraught and terrified.
He cleared his throat and read on, then moved on to the topic of classes and an introduction to ancient philosophy. He walked as he spoke, not looking at them but at some point in front of him.
He gestured a bit, flipping the slide once in a while. She wrote down everything he said in her notebook, trying to concentrate. She felt her leg move involuntarily from the stress. She knew that the exam in this subject was oral. She wanted to cry just thinking about it.
After what felt like an endless class, she quickly began packing. She flinched as he approached her, slowly climbing the stairs. He didn't look at her as he spoke to her.
"Please, stay for a while after class." He said low and turned, walking back down to his desk. She swallowed loudly.
Her friends asked her what happened and whether to wait for her, but she said no. She waited until everyone left.
Aemond walked over to the door and closed it. She saw him run a hand over his face, squeezing his eye shut. She came down to him on soft legs with downcast eyes, ashamed and terrified. He called back to her after a moment.
"I didn't know you were studying here. I swear." He spoke softly and low, his voice trembling slightly. She looked at him in surprise. She hadn't even thought of that. She swallowed softly, trying to make any sound.
“I know. Don't worry.” She said without looking at him, trying to hide how her legs and arms were shaking. "I won't say anything to anyone."
She could feel him looking at her. She was afraid of that look, but she couldn't help herself and lifted her head. His gaze was intense, resigned, tired. His jaw was clenched, his whole body tense and stone.
“If you want, I'll let you take the written exam instead of the oral one. For your comfort." He said quickly, looking away, rubbing his fingers against himself involuntarily.
She looked at them and felt a shiver, remembering those hands clenched on her thighs, on her buttocks. Something in her gaze must have betrayed her, because she saw his mouth part slightly, his gaze clouded, unsure. There was an awkward silence between them.
"Everyone will ask why I'm the only exception. We'll only get the attention of others." She spoke softly, her voice trembling slightly, her heart pounding harder and harder. She felt like she was about to pass out.
They looked at each other. Only now did she notice that they were both breathing through their mouths. She shuddered at the thought, felt her nipples harden under her dress. She saw his gaze immediately flick there, his chest heaving uneasily.
He looked at her face again, and she, desperate, felt wetness between her thighs. She wondered why she felt this way. She thought she had to leave, but she couldn't move.
She wanted this. She wanted him to fuck her on his desk.
She saw him squeeze his eye shut and turn his head away. She thought that maybe if she did it now that event from a few months ago would completely change its meaning.
It will change their relationship from subject to personal.
She moved closer to him, her legs felt like jelly. He watched in horror as she sat on his desk and slid her underwear to the floor. He opened his mouth to say something, but she spoke first.
“I will prepare well for the exam. You'll give me whatever grade you see fit. I will not miss any classes. But I need it. The feeling that it wasn't just a cold deal back then." She whispered pleadingly, her chest heaving uneasily.
They stared at each other with wide eyes, breathing uneasily. He opened and closed his mouth as if a fierce battle was going on in his head.
“I…you are my student. I don't want to hurt you again." He spoke so quietly that she barely heard him. For some reason what he said touched her.
"You will not hurt me." She whispered, her lips slightly parted, her insides, hot and wet, pulsating around nothing.
"I'm so wet, Aemond." She said helplessly. He trembled at her words, his gaze involuntarily darted towards her thighs, covered from him only by the thin material of her dress. She looked down at his pants and saw that he was completely hard.
It was enough that she slightly parted her thighs, and he came to her suddenly, gripping her hair tightly. He dug into her lips so greedily that she moaned into his mouth, surprised.
He kissed her with a wet, loud sound as his other hand pressed her against him, her wet inside pressing against his throbbing manhood. They both moaned loudly at the sensation, and she was delighted to hear him quickly undo his pants.
"Are you sure?" He whispered softly, but she just shoved her tongue into his mouth, panting heavily with him. He gave in and let her pull his pants down enough to free his swollen, throbbing cock.
She directed him immediately at herself, both squeezed their eyes shut. They moaned helplessly as his tip began to push against her hot entrance.
He entered her slowly, stretching her wet, fleshy insides, clenching greedily on him. She was so wet that despite how big he was, he slid into her without a problem.
They both gasped loudly and leaned back slightly as his large hands closed around her hips and he began to thrust her in a fast, steady rhythm. He stretched her insides to the limit, entering her so deep that she couldn't catch her breath.
"Yes, yes, yes" She panted helplessly, surprised at herself and him, at how shamelessly they fucked, at how aroused she was by the sound of his thighs slapping wetly against her ass every time he shoved his cock inside her again.
"Fuck, you're so tight. I dreamed for months about fucking your wet pussy again." He panted helplessly, apparently not caring anymore about who and where they were, thinking only about fucking her, of pushing her tight walls apart with his swollen cock.
She put her hands on the back of the desk, her hips responding to his every thrust, half lying half sitting, at such an angle that he rubbed her where she felt the greatest pleasure.
His thumb massaged her wet skin around her clit with slow, drawn strokes, the complete opposite of his aggressive, deep thrusts. She began to throb around him, closer to orgasm, her nipples so painfully hard that she simply slid her dress off her shoulders, exposing them to him.
He moaned at the sight, pulled her to him, his mouth greedily pressing down on her nipple, sucking it hungrily. She tightened her hand on his hair, the other supporting her body, burying his face into her breast. She parted her mouth in delight, thrusting into his hard, swollen cock with all the strength she had in her hips.
"Cum inside me." She mumbled, and he shivered all over. "Cum in me as deep as you want."
She heard his loud moan, muffled by the skin of her breasts around which he tightened his lips. He came hard, his hot sperm spilling inside her, his body quivering all over in pleasure.
Feeling it and the pressure of his fingers on her clit, she squeezed her eyes shut, leaning back and moaned helplessly as a wonderful, intense orgasm washed over her body in warm, tickling waves. They both moved for a moment longer, purring and breathing softly, fulfilled and delighted.
She felt him let her breast out of his mouth and pressed his face against her sternum, holding her tightly, hugging her to him. She returned his hug, clasping his head in her arms, running her fingers through his soft hair. She inhaled his scent, the same intense perfume that he had had back then.
"Do you take birth control pills?" He asked low, terrified.
"Of course." She whispered, and he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, hugging her tighter. They stayed like that for a moment, his cock throbbing lightly deep inside her. After a while she heard his voice.
"I've thought about you every day since we did this." He spoke low, embarrassed and unsure how she would react to his words.
She swallowed loudly and stroked his hair tenderly, not believing what they had done.
"I thought about you too." She whispered. They both hugged painfully tight. She thought that she would like to stay with him like this. His scent and touch soothed her.
"I don't want to stop." He spoke suddenly, so quietly she wondered if she had misheard. But after a while he repeated it. "I don't want to stop. Even after your exams. I want to see you."
She felt a strong shiver run through her at his words. For some reason a warmth spread over her heart. A sense of relief that she wasn't trying to drown out her remorse.
She really felt something for him then.
"I want to see you too. I want to be yours."
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Aemond Taglist:
(bold means I couldn't tag you)
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Other: @tssf-imagines @inechoingsilence
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